(Fictional a/b/o Elizabethan era-ish au)
Being an omega and the fifth in line for the title, the young lord of Chambriath was forced to believe that being wedded to the man of his father's choice and bearing his children was the only purpose of Har...
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Since Enshire is nearing its anniversary, I thought why not give you all a little drabble of what could have been if everything did not go to utter shit. So this one's just a little snippet of Harry in his final moments of the pregnancy.
[This is not an alternative ending, just a little 'what if'. The original ending is still the shitty one]
|| TW: semi-descriptive childbirth ||
Happy reading x.
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The scent of the burning candles swirls in the air, next to Louis, Harry's saccharine wisps soothing the ache of the morrow breaking into a blinding sunbeam. His arms tighten around his mate, rubbing his swollen belly dotingly. Harry stirs, whining as the cruel beams intrude on his sleep. He turns around stumblingly, groaning in discomfort, before he presses his face to Louis' chest, sighing in contentment.
Louis' heart aches at the sight of him; he is so in love. Harry attempts to cave himself against Louis like he used to do when they were freshly bonded, but now he struggles with his belly, his face pinching in dissatisfaction. Louis, being the gone alpha he is, raises his hand to shield his mate from the brightness, his palm casting a shadow on Harry's cherubic face. The omega's eyes flutter slowly, the sheets warm around them as his toes brush against Louis' and he smiles, eyes still stubbornly shut.
"Do you wish to rest some more, sweet thing?" Louis whispers, attempting to maintain the tranquillity. Harry merely groans, pulling Louis closer to him, his nest reeking of both of them. Louis does not protest, deciding to kiss the top of Harry's hair instead before caressing his soft frame. Looking at Harry's face, Louis murmurs, "Aren't you delightful?" Kissing the plumpness of his cheek.
"I won't be if you do not allow me my sleep, my prince." His words slur against Louis' chest, a trickle of his drool sliding down. Harry's health has flourished ever since the final months of his expectancy, his hips widening and flesh plumping up. He is the most majestic thing to Louis' eyes still. "The pup's being cruel. Won't let me sleep at night. I fear it's time."
"Today?" Louis responds with a spike in the rate of his heartbeat, fingers carding through Harry's hair. He is nearing the end of his eighth month, after all, Louis is supposed to be prepared for it. Harry nods against his bare chest, kissing the skin, purring when Louis scratches his scalp. "Would you rather I spend the day with you? In our nest?"
"Yes, please." Louis pulls Harry's face towards his, his lips warm as Louis kisses him slowly. Harry sighs happily, his arms roaming over Louis' frame, attempting to pull him closer. Louis' heart flutters when the omega pulls him closer by the hair, his plump lips ambrosial. "You're everything. Love isn't enough of a word to express what I feel for you." Harry speaks against Louis' lips, smiling in doing so.
