"What the hell am I supposed to do with him?" "It's really not that bloody hard, mate. Just keep him locked in his room. This job shouldn't last more than another day. Three at most." "Three? He's gone into rut, Lemon. How am I supposed to keep him calm and-" "Oh, there's no chance of that. Yeah. He's just gotta work it out of his system. Leave him to it; I'll help him when I get back. Oh, and Ladybird?" "It's LadyBUG, actually-" "It's heat, not rut." - A post-cannon Bullet Train A/B/O fic.

"Please? Please. I need..." "The boy is clearly a beta, Felix. Use your nose. No self-respecting omega would go around smelling like that. And have you not seen his clothes? The callouses on his hands? I know you have a weakness for pretty little things, Felix, but wake up. This is no more than another pathetic attempt by a money-grubbing, greedy child to get a leg up. So no. Absolutely not. I will not even entertain the thought." - Omega!Willy goes into his first heat. Some of the cartel are more willing than others to offer a helping hand.