Gonna write a Navidson from House of Leaves / Control from the Southern Reach trilogy omegaverse fic one of these days, just so you all can suffer as I do every damn day.
"W-where are we?" the photographer whispered, clutching all the more tightly at Control's hand.
"Stay close, Navi," came the reply, and, not for the first time, Navidson wondered how so comforting a statement could somehow still sound possessive, coming from his alpha's lips...
Fanfic shootposting, omegaverse nonsense
I hate these toots in a deep, almost soothing way. It feels _good_ to hate them.