#terror omegaverse

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Edward Little was many things to Thomas Jopson: friend, lover, mate, proper husband at last—the two of them wed inside a quaint country chapel. Thomas once thought such things were impossible for the likes of him. Perhaps this life was only a dream, and there would come a day when he would wake, finding himself in his hammock in the steward’s pantry or, even worse, stiff from lying on the floor of a tent.

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A late @theterrorbingo fill for the prompt true mates

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A household had a routine very similar to a ship. There was silver to  polish, windows to clean, bedding to air out, laundry to wash, food to cook, furniture to dust, floors to sweep, and so on the list of chores went.

Unfortunately for Thomas, much of the routine was left to the maids and butler. Thomas’ only recurring duty was planning menus and answering letters. And were he to interfere with the chores by assisting himself—well, he had attempted that early in his stay at the house, and that had earned him nothing but confusion and thinly veiled scorn. Now, he refrained and slowly went mad with want of anything to do.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Francis Crozier/Sophia Cracroft, Francis Crozier & James Clark Ross | 1.8k words | Rated M | A/B/O Dynamics

Only three people know Francis' secret—two of whom, he loves. He's always had a terrible habit of wanting what he cannot have.

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for the @theterrorbingo prompt A/B/O

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Billy Gibson-centric | Rated T | 2k words | A/B/O Dynamics

Billy doesn’t know why he goes to Jopson. They aren’t friends. At least he doesn’t think of them as such. Jopson is, however, a good man. Someone that Billy trusts will guard his secret, as only a good man would. He’s also an Omega, and this, Billy cannot deny, affects his reasoning. The irony of it, that he should trust an Omega with this...

(cw for unplanned pregnancy & abortion)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Thomas Jopson/Edward Little | 4.2k words | Rated E | A/B/O Dynamics

It happened in Fort Resolution, though in retrospect, Edward realized it was no surprise.

The trapper acting as surgeon to the men did not have the pedigree of a doctor in England, but as an Alpha, he recognized the familiar, heady scent. He pulled Edward aside after dinner. He kept his voice low, casting a wary eye on what few men remained of the crews of Terror and Erebus.

“Your sick ones are mending nice,” he said, “but I worry about your friend.”

Edward did not catch his meaning. “The captain? He is most hardy of us all.”

The trapper placed his hand patiently on Edward’s shoulder. “No, your friend. You don’t need to be coy with me, Beta. I know puppy love when I see it, and I have seen you at the Omega’s bedside many a night.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Solomon Tozer/Thomas Armitage | 2.4k words | Rated M | A/B/O Dynamics

The scent adopted layers then, musk giving it shape and depth; something like the bitter stab of chocolate on the tongue, the nutty aroma of coffee being roasted at a public house, or—even more exotic—the shops that sold the prettily packaged teas with names that felt clumsy in Solomon’s mouth: Darjeeling, Oolong, Assam. 

But it was only the humidity of his memories that evoked the idea of a cozy tea shop, its windows coated in condensation from steam. Warmth was so far gone that he could not recall it on his own. He opened his eyes, but the scent remained. A harsh wind battered the camp, and with every inhale, there it was: mint, musk, heat.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Harry Goodsir-centric | Gen | <1k words | Rated G | A/B/O Dynamics

A draft of Harry D.S. Goodsir's pamphlet in which he anonymously appealed for the legal representation of Omegas.

I am in a frenzy and haven’t had the time to properly look over the document I’ve enclosed. I trust your judgment if anything is too emotional, too unclear, too maudlin for public readers. Robert assures me he knows a publisher who will print the pamphlet at a reasonable price, and best of all, anonymously...

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