Alex groaned softly as she awoke. She had been… oh shit- her eyes fluttered open, and she looked around, whimpering. She seemed to be in a basement, with her arms chained above her head. “H-help!” She called out hoarsely. “Please!”

/ do i really have to add this to the rules now

/ first, i will direct you to (this) post

/ 2. i don’t like randomly being forced to write something clearly meant for my muse to be an asshole, or requiring me to write an asshole even if it isn’t my muse
/ I want to know a verse/au at the very least meant for it

/ i don’t want to just roleplay something like this

/ thanks for a random starter, but no thanks

🚼 from Edward? ((@egosandmore))

Send 🚼for my muse to babysit a child version of yours

@egosandmore

Host was but mildly surprised when someone decided he was on babysitting duty. It was nothing new, that Edward needed someone to look after him, but it had never been Host to have to do so.

But here he was, with Edward in the doorway of his library. He had just been about to go to his recording booth, but he couldn’t now with Edward.
“The Host beckons Edward to come in. It’s alright.”, he said finally, motioning for the other to come inside.

“ᴸᴱᵀ ᴹᴱ ᴼᵁᵀ ᴸᴱᵀ ᴹᴱ ᴼᵁᵀ ᴸᴱᵀ ᴹᴱ ᴼᵁᵀ ᴸᴱᵀ⁻” /prompt

/ prompt for what!!!

/ you send that so often already!!

/ i never know what to do with it!!!!

/ Im sorry but tell me!!

/ do you want some sort of fic/drabble?

/ something roleplay related???

/ tell me please!!!!!

/Anything you want? I can send it to your Wilford blog if it’s not right here.

/ I just don’t understand what I could possibly do with it, with any muse

/ i can’t imagine any situation where any of my muses could have anything to do with that ?

He placed the food in the fridge, walking silently to the bedroom. He curled up next to Host, pulling him close and gently nuzzling him. “I love you… you know that right?’

Host nuzzled back into Mark, enjoying his warmth. “I love you too.”, he said softly. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t love Mark, after all. And even if he sometimes wondered how important he really was, he trusted Mark loved him too.

He hummed, then got up and wrapped it up. “Why don’t you lay down, okay? Get as much sleep as you can before you heat flares up again. I’ll sleep with you if you want that.”

“Alright.”, Host hummed and nodded lightly. He rubbed his eyes and got up, making his way back to the bedroom, to curl up in bed. Maybe he’d get some more rest.

“You are welcome, my beautiful Omega.” He sat down next to him, starting to eat. He could have added more salt to the eggs but it would be okay for now. “Would you like some more?”

“No thank you.”, Host replied softly and shook his head. He never ate a whole lot, though he was aware that would change if he was pregnant.

He gently picked the other up, cradling him close as he carried him to the small table. Mark placed him onto a chair, pulling the still warm food out of the oven and placing it on the table, forking it onto plates and giving the other a fork.

Host was very happy being carried, relaxing in Mark’s arms. He hesitantly let go of him when he was set down, smiling softly as he smelled the food.
“Thank you.”, he said softly, taking the fork to start eating.

“Then we won’t. You don’t have to choose right now. We don’t even know if you are pregnant.” He gently kissed his head again. “Let’s focus on that later, okay? Are you hungry?”

“Okay..”, Host mumbled softly and nodded. “Mhhm.”, he nodded lightly. Some food would be good, before his heat would flare up again.

He gently hugged the Omega, kissing his head. “Host… this is your choice. If you want to keep them we can. If you want to get rid of them we can. If you want to have them and give them up for adoption we can. I know I am your alpha but they are also yours. This is your choice.”

Host whined softly. He didn’t.. he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know if he’d ever feel ready to be a parent either.
“I.. I don’t.. I don’t want to get rid of them.”, he mumbled. That he was certain of. He didn’t want an abortion.