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In Heat/Rut

THE IN HEAT/IN RUT AU MEME
not an alpha/beta/omega meme

There's no need for elaborate backstories for this AU. You go into heat, rut, whatever you'd like to call it. You've always done so since you were of age to do so. It's a socially accepted norm, and people have gotten used to the difficulties that come with the mating seasons. Life goes on.

Isn't this alpha/beta/omega, then? No, not at all. In this meme, there are no gender-variant genitalia unless your character comes prepackaged with those. No giant cocks - again, unless your character is already packing - or self-lubricating assholes or anal wombs, and no knotting. Unless that's your thing. There's also no set in stone roles with regards to dominance and submission, and some people do not even feel the inclination towards either. Still, there are a few similarities, mainly being that the pheromones of others can put someone into heat that was not in it before and the bond between mates. In addition, some humans/human-stand-ins have created packlike dynamics in response, but this is not universal.

In this meme, it's just regular old human...oids feeling the urge for sex. And by "urge," we of course mean all-consuming drive. If characters choose to ignore that urge, it will backfire on them. The more they put it off, the more they will lose their control, becoming more irritable and aggressive, and eventually be nothing but a rutting animal until the need to mate is satisfied. Not all heats call for mating, of course, and most people can just relieve themselves, but when you do mate, you feel the urge to stay by their side and essentially "nest." These desires don't always pan out into offspring, and mating isn't forever unless it's mutually decided upon. However, impregnating your mate is said to be one of the most euphoric experiences a person can have, even if some people only mate because they want to utterly possess someone, as mates are bonded for a while.

If there's anything that's to your fancy that's been left out, go ahead and add it in. Play it how you'd like!

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PROMPTS

first heat: Baby's first heat. YOU'RE A TEENAGER/LATE BLOOMER AND WHAT IS THIS?

old hand: You've done this a million times, but it never gets any easier.

happen to be here: You're not picky. You can't afford to be. You'll take anybody who's nearby.

old faithful: You're going to the person you always go to in order to relieve your problem.

worked something out: The two of you aren't involved. You just help each other out.

unexpected: You never expected to rut with this person, but here you are.

forbidden: AKA the obligatory incest or age difference option.

volunteer: You've offered yourself up out of the kindness of your heart.

tribute: This isn't your offer. You're the offer from others, a gift for someone powerful to sate their appetite.

mating: You've decided to go one step further and make your relationship deeper.

nesting: Aaah, (temporary) domestic bliss. And lots of fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. Like, you'll barely be able to stand.

bonding: The bond, which is mildly psychic and intensely physical, makes sex even more intense.

the natural conclusion: Heat calls for pregnancy. Get someone pregnant.

already pregnant: Unfortunately, being knocked up doesn't abate your partner's desires. Or yours.

mates for life: Now you're absolutely certain that you want to be with no one else. Of course, this means you'll be in synch with their heat for the rest of forever.

save you: You've been saved from the advances of an undesired mate by someone who may be much more suited. Show your gratitude?

cockfight: Two people want the same mate. That won't do. There are ways to figure that out, not always involving fists.

increase in dominance: Exactly what it says.

increase in submission: Again, exactly what it says.

unexpected dominance: No one expects you to ever be dominant. Prove them wrong.

protect: You want to protect your mate from others, and that means putting your scent all over them.

set off by someone else: You were doing fine until you got a whiff of someone else's pheromones.

resisting temptation: Your heart belongs to someone. You want to stay out of this "heat" thing. You want to rise above it. Whatever it may be, you just have to not take the bait. Easier said than done.

all worked up: You're beginning to lose control and yourself. Quick, do something before you're jumping anything that moves.

pack: As mentioned prior, some people, especially those far out from civilization proper, have formed packs that hold to the more traditional alpha structure. Of course, these packs come with their own rules when it comes to heat and mating.

suitable partner: The desire for certain mates can come from a subconscious level, and you can find yourself aroused by someone showing how strong they are (they can protect you), how curvaceous they look (that must mean they're fertile), or any other number of traits that can benefit you.

desperation: You'll take anyone! Anything!

final release: You've reached your breaking point and your mindless. At least you'll get relief.

fighter: Part of your process is seeing who's worthy of you by testing their mettle. That, or you want to fight anything.

off your meds: It's fairly rare, but some can get blockers for their heat. What if those blockers run out? Why, it makes your heat ten times worse!

noncon: They don't want this. You don't want to stop this.

dubcon: You say no, but your body says yes and you can't stop loving it.

calm you down: Whether it's to fuck or to fight, you're going mad, and they have to bring you back down to Earth.

territorial: How dare someone look at what belongs to you? You'll have to make things right.

odd man out: For some reason, you don't go into heat. Never have. Being with you is pretty relaxing, and some find it appealing to not have to deal with pheromones that aren't theirs. You do have to learn how to appreciate their problems, though.

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Hanzo didn't have the heart to tell Jesse that it didn't matter how physically or mentally strong he was, half of just about all pregnancies ended with a miscarriage. Instead, he just nodded and curled against Jesse again.

And he definitely didn't want to stay cooped up in the house for the next nine months. Even if he didn't want go out in public, he had no problem going to the Watchpoint, or visiting his brother.

"Come on, darlin', smile," he said softly. "We did it. We're startin' a family. It's a joyous day."

Nine months of Jesse doting on him for every second of every day. Whether they were inside their home or out and about, he was going to make sure Hanzo had everything he needed and wanted no matter how outrageous it was. He might hover a little bit more than when he was in rut. It would depend on how the wolf reacted. Right now, it was happy, content, and quiet.

Hanzo managed a smile - a small one, but it was there. "It is your turn to make breakfast," he said, pulling away just a little, before breaking away fully. He stepped back, then stepped around Jesse to drop onto the couch, waiting for it to sink in for real.

Jesse let him sit down then nuzzled the back of his neck and kissed the top of his head. "Yeah, darlin'. You want rice and eggs?"

He didn't wait for an answer and went straight to the kitchen. Cooking was good. It would get all that happy energy out to fry some eggs and make some rice. He was a good cook when it came to simple things. Anything more complicated he left up to Hanzo who had the patience for precise things.

"Please," Hanzo said, lifting his feet to rest them against the edge of the coffee table. He sat there for a moment, staring at the TV on the wall, then got up. Moving near-silently, he headed back up the stairs to the bedroom and perched on the edge of the bed, then plucked his phone up from its charging cradle.

Hanzo stared down at his phone for a long few moments, contemplating, then finally called Genji. He had first thought about waiting, but now he wanted Genji to know.

Out of the two of them, it had been Genji that wanted children, and the one more suited to it. Hanzo had always considered himself too serious, and wouldn't have wanted to have kids anyways. Jesse had changed that, but he knew he would never be the father that Genji would have been.

As quiet as Hanzo was Jesse's ears were very good at he picked up on him moving and moving away. His first instinct was to move, go after and check on him but he also knew when to give Hanzo space. This was one of those moments. His darlin' was reeling from the news obvious.

He rubbed a hand over his chest, heart hurting for his poor mate. Hanzo had a lot of love to give underneath all that cold exterior. It was worth prying it from his heart to be loved by him. Jesse wouldn't trade it for anyone else. Now he'd have a child with the best of Hanzo and the best of himself. The perfect little bundle.

Christ, he was so damn happy. He let Hanzo have his moment until he had breakfast done with tea made the way he liked. "Come on, darlin', breakfast is ready for ya!"

By the time Hanzo came down the stairs, his eyes were puffy from shed tears, but he was no longer crying. He still had his phone in his hand, and his hand in the pocket of his pajamas. But sitting down at the table to a bowl of rice and eggs and tea and the chopsticks actually on the rest properly for the first time in Hanzo's memory was a good feeling.

He smiled again, this time a bit wider than before. It was still a quiet thing, but Hanzo rarely grinned anyways. "I told Genji," he said, before picking up the chopsticks and the bowl. It smelled spicy and delicious, and he was starving from not eating much at all since the rut, too anxious about if he was pregnant or not.

"And how'd he take it?" Knowing Genji like he did Jesse imagined the other Shimada was excited. The guy was usually pretty excited for every milestone in Hanzo's life.

Now he started on his breakfast which had a lot more meat and calories. Jesse ate... well, like a wolf. He needed a lot more than Hanzo. This was good, though, he kept his hands busy and kept himself from throwing affection and comfort all over Hanzo. At least his mate was happy again. That was good.

"He will not be able to keep it a secret," Hanzo said. He watched Jesse eat for a few moments, then returned his attention to his own food. "But I did manage to talk him into not coming over to visit immediately. There is nothing to see, after all." He started to eat - at a much slower pace than Jesse. Rice and eggs was rather foolproof, and the tea canister had the brew instructions taped to the lid with exact water temperatures and steep times. So there was really very little Jesse could mess up.

Not like Jesse's food, where he seemed to enjoy throwing anything into a pan and cooking it with a heap of pepper or spices.

There was very little Hanzo could do to stop Jesse from putting all the spices and peppers in his food. Southwestern cooking was in his blood even though he was fairly married to a Japanese archer. Jesse's obsession with hot sauce was just as bad. At least his mate was indulgent about it.

"Sounds like him," he said with a little laugh. "Well, he can come whenever you'd like. I don't mind him stoppin' by."

There were a few people who were welcome on their lands without Jesse's wolf getting territorial. Most of them were Overwatch. Family like Genji could come and go as they pleased.

Hanzo nodded. "Not today, though." They were retired. Hanzo wanted to curl up with Jesse and watch TV all day. They deserved that, right? "Just you and I today."

"That's my favorite sort of day." Jesse grinned brightly because that wasn't a lie. He was more than happy to spend a whole day cuddling Hanzo on the couch while they watched holo-vids. He planned to lavish all sorts of affection on him for the rest of today.

And also forever.

"Want me to cover lunch too?"

Hanzo nodded. "Please." Laying on the couch all day sounded good. Time to process this all and try to relax a little and also spend time with Jesse. Soon enough, they wouldn't have much alone time at all, after the baby. He scooped more rice and eggs into his mouth, then set the bowl down to drink a sip of his tea.

It didn't take him long at all to finish his breakfast then stood to take the bowl to the sink and his mug of tea with him to the couch to wait for Jesse to finish with his breakfast.

With breakfast done Jesse cleaned up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Hanzo had taught him to be a lot neater and cleaner in life. He took care of a lot of household chores that he would've ignored before. He still wouldn't fold laundry but he'd do dishes and sweep and make the bed now.

He made another pot of tea and brought it with to keep Hanzo in tea. He put it on the coffee table, on a coaster, then kissed his forehead as he went past. He went upstairs and got his serape out of the closet. He still wore it when there was a chill though someone was a serape thief.

"Here, darlin', let's get comfortable." He got him settled against him and draped the serape around them both.

Hanzo hummed and scooted closer, sliding his arms under the serape and around Jesse's ribs to hold to him. He turned his face into the worn red fabric - it smelled like Jesse currently, musky and doggish. He hummed and curled his fingers into Jesse's shirt. "This is fine," he said, barely turning his face so he could see anything besides the fraying fibers of the serape.

[Bedtime for me!!]

Jesse put on something mindless, some nature show about sea turtles just to have some background noise. He buried his fingers in Hanzo's hair and massaged his scalp gently.

"This is mighty fine, darlin'." He leaned in and kissed him gently.

Hanzo let out a quiet noise as Jesse massaged his scalp and promptly melted into his hands, humming in pleasure. "It is..." He leaned into the kiss, his mouth soft and pliable instead of the usual firm line.

He turned, just a little, and lifted one leg to get his knee over Jesse's thighs to press more of them against each other.

"Mmm, darlin'." Jesse grinned at him and then nuzzled his sideburns. Damn, he loved his mate. It was since a nice feeling when he was soft and sweet against him. "Guessin' you don't wanna talk about names right now either?"

He'd liked to. Jesse wanted to talk about it but if it made Hanzo nervous he'd stop. There was no stopping the happiness that was everywhere in his chest.

"Nooooo," Hanzo groaned. "We are not talking about names." But he was smiling and not tense. Instead, he burrowed further into Jesse's chest, tugging the serape more firmly around them both. "Just me and you. No talking about names, or how many, or if you want a boy or girl."

"Just you and me huh? What are just you and me gonna talk about?" He nuzzled Hanzo's hair now that he was cuddling to his chest. Definitely clingy right now which wasn't unusual now that they were so closely bonded. Years of being mates had softened them both. Jesse didn't mind it at all. "The weather is nice today."

"Maybe we do not talk. I know it is a novel concept for you, Jesse, but I think you will be able to manage for at least an entire morning." Hanzo turned his face into Jesse's chest, then moved his legs again, this time bracing himself against one arm of the couch and using them as leverage to push them both over so they were laying down instead of sitting up.

"I ain't ever gonna be good at meditatin' like you are," he said with a little chuckle as they laid down. He shifted them a little more so that Hanzo was tucked closer to the back of the couch. Jesse liked to make sure he was protected even when there wasn't a threat. The wolf in him was very over protective. "You be quiet, I'm gonna love on ya while we're quiet."

He wasn't going to seduce Hanzo. He just wanted to shower him with affection and attention while they were tabled together on the couch.

Hanzo willingly shifted so he was more against the couch, tucked between the back and Jesse. He did rest his head on Jesse's chest, though, and turned his attention to the holovid. "You can massage my scalp some more," he said, tucking one of his legs over Jesse's, toes squirming under his far knee for warmth.

Hanzo had toes like ice but Jesse tolerated them without complaint. It was always a good day when Hanzo felt like cuddling like this. His fingers went back in Hanzo's hair and he dug in deep to massage the tension out of his skull. For now, he could probably manage to be quiet but he doubted he'd make it through the whole morning. He just liked talking too much.

Hanzo hummed happily as Jesse's fingers strokes into his hair then deeper against his scalp. He sighed and let the tension seep from his bones until he was a quietly breathing heap of relaxed mush bundled up in Jesse's serape.

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