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There it was.

He finally acted on his decision after mulling over it for so long.

He finally donated his sperm.

He thought long and hard about it before he made his choice.

He had the money, he considered himself very decent compared to other men walking around.

However since his accident, no one wanted an alpha that was damaged goods.

Every relationship he tried ended in the same sequence. 

He always wanted a family though, he always dreamed of it. 

His friend had brought up the conversation of donating during one of their drink nights as a joke. However from then on he thought it was a good idea.

In hindsight if he did it maybe once the child became old enough, they would track him down and he would 100% be open to letting the child into his life. And catch up on all the things he missed out on.

Or he would just live quietly. That’s fine as well, he had plenty of nieces and nephews to dote on that would love him all the same. 

Asides, he was only doing this once. Whoever these people were that were looking for a donor might not even take his. 

This was a gamble in itself.

A one and done.

He cooled his breathing as he got himself together, holding the filled cup, securing the top; he made way out of the room toward the reception desk.

“Finished?” the receptionist asked.

He placed the cup on top of  the tray to be collected.

“Yes.” he said.

“And just to verify with what you put on the paper, you want to remain anonymous instead of a known donor?”

“Correct.” he told the receptionist.

“And you are fine if the child wants to connect with you?” they asked.

“Yes I am fine with that if the parent is ok with it, or the child reaches of age.” he said as he thought about something else.

“Also if the parent needs any assistance they can reach out to me and I will help them in every way possible for a safe delivery. Oh! Only tell them that if they pick mine.” he said.

“Sir shouldn’t you just become a known donor then?” they asked. “You already made your donation free so they don’t have to pay for anything for the procedures, and on top of it you're giving out assistance?” he asked.

“No, I already decided. If they don’t pick it, it wasn’t meant to be.”  he said.

The receptionist furrowed their brow, but said nothing else.

“You're a really nice guy, mister.” he heard the receptionist say.

“Nice just doesn’t cut it anymore unfortunately.” he said, causing them to frown. 

“Hey, I’m confident someone will pick it.” they said.

“Well sir, I will put in all the information needed. Keep an eye out for messages via email or app incase we need you to come back if you're selected and the parent needs more of your donation.” 

“Thank you, have a nice day.” he told the receptionist.

“You too sir.” he heard as he made his way out.

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He was done waiting around for mister right. 

He was getting older and once he said he reached his next birthday, man or not he was going to raise himself a child. He worked tirelessly saving up money for the procedures after much research. He’d picked a respectable donor.

Alpha, good looking genes, good grades, worked as some tech firm in a big company. It was just what he needed.

Well that was until there were complications. The man he left stole his savings leaving him high and dry.

He stormed into the sperm bank frazzled, making eye contact with the receptionist.

“Mr. Violeta!” they called out to him. 

They quickly made their way to the desk.

“I can pay the money…” he started but the receptionist frowned as if they had been through this before he could feel his heart dropping just by the look.

“Unfortunately, because you did not make the deadline the donor was picked up by someone else.” they told him. 

He felt despair.

“But don’t worry, we just got a new batch of donor’s today! I promise you, you won’t be disappointed.” they said.

“I am already disappointed.” he told the receptionist.

“These donor’s are under a new program, so you should be able to pick a suitable one.” they told him.

Well…

“Well…” he said out loud.

If one door closes, it doesn’t hurt to try the other doors.

“Alright.” he told the receptionist who’s eyes lit up in joy.

Immediately they threw up the donors on screen. All but one had a profile image.

“These donor’s allow payment plans with this program except for the last one.” they told him.

That was the one without the image.

“Why not the last one?’ he asked.

“The last one is completely free.” they told him.

Free?

“Free?” he asked.

“Oh yes, this donor has been inquired about because the procedure, and everything is paid for, however most have turned it down because there is no information on this donor.” they informed him.

What?

He looked at the anonymous profile. It was true, there was nothing on this guy. 

No age, education, hobbies, interest, picture. The only thing it confirmed was he was definitely an alpha.  He could see why most people turned it down; there was no guarantee about the baby that could possibly pop up from so little information.

He glanced at the other profiles which stood out way more than this profile, however he wasn’t sure if he could make those payment plans…

He looked over at the anonymous profile again.

“You said everything was paid for?” he asked.

“Yes, this one is basically a free procedure.” 

He stared hard at the blank profile before he stopped. He wanted this baby who cares if he didn’t have any information on the dad. He would love the child all the same.

“I’ll take the mysterious donor.” he said suddenly, which the receptionist looked thrilled.

“Really?!” they said excitedly.

“Yes…” he told them.  

Did he make the right call?

As soon as he thought that the receptionist quickly gave him paperwork to fill out.

The paperwork didn’t take too long. He read through it and was quite surprised at the agreements.

The donor gave him 100% rights to the child. On top of that he was only donating to only one person only which would only be him, so there weren't multiple children running around from different people. He paid for the procedures and to top it off, was open to having the child see him in case they got curious about him, but only if they were curious about him. He was willing to pay for anything the child needed. Since he picked him as a donor, if there was any complications with conception he was willing to come back to the donation center to produce more donations. 

Who…was this man? 

“And with that congratulations on your donor!” the receptionist said, clapping happily. 

“Thank you?” he said questionable, having his papers wished away.

Did he make some sort of mistake?

No, that receptionist is too happy.

“Mr. Violeta.” the receptionist called him closer.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” they told him.

“That donor you caught…is a very good catch, you won’t be disappointed.” they told him with a wink.

It was from that moment, he felt very relieved. 

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“You decided to what?!” his friend and co worker shouted in the middle of his closed cafe. He ran a little cafe and bar store that he worked hard to build himself. They were setting up shop and were just having casual conversation before he decided to drop him the news. 

“Have a baby.” he told him.

The purple haired man in front of him pinched in between the bridge of his nose to process the information. Something he knew he most definitely picked up from his spouse as he calmly grabbed the knife on the counter.

“Is it his?” he asked.

“No.” he told him. 

He saw him release his grip of the knife and put it back on the table.

What exactly was he planning on doing?

“Do you know who the father is?” he asked him.

“Shoto, I'm not even pregnant yet.” he told him.

Shoto seem to have gotten whiplash from his statement.

“So I was planning on removing someone off the face of the planet for no reason.” he told him.

“Yes.” he told him as Shoto relaxed on the counter.

“Uki, you're killing me.” he told him.

“You didn’t even let me finish, you just instantly grabbed a knife and started to plot someone’s murder.” he explained.

“Ok fair, I’m sorry, continue.” Shoto gave him the floor.

“I went to a sperm bank and managed to get a deal on a donation.” he told him.

“A deal? Like a better payment plan?” he asked him.

“Free.” he told him.

“Really?!” he asked, surprised.

“Yeah the only issue is there is no information on the alpha that left the donation.” he told him. Shoto seems to grimace.

“No information?” he asked before pausing.

“You mean like no height, education, health records?” he asked.

“None.” he told him.

“Uki! How are you going to know your baby is going to be ok!” he exclaimed.

“The receptionist reassured me the man was actually a good catch.” he told him. Shoto seemed to squint in disbelief.

“Now it sounds like you just trusted one of those aunties that's been trying to find her child a spouse, but they're actually no good.” he told him.

“Shoto!” he shouted.

“Uki! You need to think this over.” he told him.

“I have thought this over.” he told him.

“What about just trying one more guy? Vox has a brother that just recently came back after a…long business trip. I can ask him…” he stopped him right there.

“No. I don’t want things to be awkward for your family, on top of that I have no desire to waste another few months or years just to walk into more disappointment.” he said.

“I’m having this baby.” he said determinedly.

What about the cafe? Who’s going to take over the bar?” Shoto asked.

“Shoto, I’m not pregnant yet, we can figure out some things in the meantime. Alban’s been wanting more hours so we can ask him if he wants to take over the bar for the time being and you and I can manage the cafe in the morning until I can’t help anymore.” he told him. 

Shoto was only doing this out of concern because having a child as a single omega was going to be challenging, especially by himself. He saw him give up after seeing his determination.

“Ok. If you need anything you know you can always let me know.” Shoto told him.

“I know.” he told him. 

Shoto took a deep breath before speaking again.

“So how does all this work? Do you meet up with the donor and you guys just go at it or…” he had to stop him.

“Shoto, I swear to god.” he said, appalled.

“What?” he asked innocently.

“I have to go through some checks first with a doctor and then I move towards steps toward insemination.” he told him.

“Oh.” he paused, trailing off.

“So, do you still go at it after that or...?” questioned.

“No!” he shouted.

He was going to have to sit down with him and explain the process before he relayed Alban the same information and had to crowd control both of them.

The sound of a cute bell ringing alerted them as Alban had walked through the door.

“Hey guys!” he called out to them.

“Hey Alban! Did you know Uki going at it with a stranger?” Shoto told him.

“What?!” Alban shouted completely off guard.

“SHOTO!” he yelled.

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“You did what?!” shouted a deep voice man whose voice could have vibrated the whole room at will. His voice was outraged as he held his fingers in his ears to plug the expected boom that shook. The room that was filled with chaotic laughter of children was put to a halt.

This was his brother Vox. 

Vox Akuma. 

His one and only big brother who was his savior and also currently scolding him.

Vox realized he had shouted as redirected his gaze toward his children who stood in surprise at the sudden eruption. 

“Children, go play in your room. I need to have a talk with your uncle.” he said. 

“Ok!” they said.

They quickly dismissed themselves before it was just the two of them. He could see Vox was trying to comprehend the information he just told him earlier. He saw him pinch in between the bridge of his nose.

“I donated my sperm.” he told him slowly.

“Oh dear god.” Vox said, sitting down in a nearby chair.

“Voxy, you're overreacting.” he told him.

“Me?! I’m Overreacting?! Fulgur I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation that you just nonchalantly decided to divulge to me. You just donated your sperm to a random stranger.” he said.

“Correct.” he told him.

“So I could be an uncle to some random spawn out there?” he asked.

“Yes…” he told him.

“What brought on this miraculous idea?” he asked him.

“It was just an idea on a whim.” he told him.

“Impulsive buying is on whim, booking a trip somewhere is on whim, hell getting a tattoo of FNAF on your left ass cheek is on whim. You donating your sperm and creating a life is not something you should be just doing on whim!” he yelled.

“Voxy I think you fail to forget…I do not have the leisure to just date. That ship long set sail.” he told him. Vox went quiet suddenly. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was trying to compose himself or because he understood what he meant.

“Besides, it might not even get chosen.” he reassured him.

Vox suddenly loudly sighed.

“You couldn’t have been normal and just knocked someone up during a one night stand?” he said.

“Now Voxy, that would be irresponsible.” he told him. 

He could see Vox trying not to foam at the mouth, but he refrained himself.

“You really should have thought this out brother. This is a miniature you! What if you finally meet someone? And this child just pops up like those telenovela shows demanding your fortune!” Vox told him.

He could only look at Vox strangely.

How does he keep coming up with these wild ideas?

“Won’t happen, I pretty much have been rejected by every omega I’ve come across.” he told him flatly. 

“You're being pessimistic! How about we try one more time. Look if you clean yourself up…” he offered.

“I’m over it Voxy!” he said shortly.

“Don’t you snap at me after you've stolen my uncle rights!” he shouted back. He could see Voxy was really taking this to heart from whatever was going on in his head.

He didn’t mean to snap at him, but he was in no mood to attempt getting his hopes up again.

The sound of a door opening drew their attention away from the conversation. 

A man with purple hair came through and he looked tired. He paused, squinting his eyes as if he had come in at a bad time.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked slowly.

“Shoto, darling, tell Fulgur how much of an idiot he is for donating his sperm.” Vox told him with no context.

“He did what!” Shoto shouted in surprise.

“Ex-fucking-actly!” Vox said, giving him a head tilt of audacity looking him dead in the eye.

He could only sigh.

Now he was going to be tag teamed by the husband and the wife.

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“You guys, it’s not that serious!” he told them.

“This is very serious. ” Vox was steadily lecturing him. 

He could only sigh again.

He didn’t want to be tag teamed after making his decision it was already far too late to turn back.

“Shoto! How was work?” he asked him.

He was trying to divert the conversation. 

Luckily Shoto seemed to be a bit tired from work so it looked like things were in his favor today.

“Hectic, there’s a book club we have to prepare for, but it might have to be canceled because the president is sick. And is the only one who knows about the books being introduced.” he said.

“So if they cancel we might be in the red for sometime because this was supposed to be an ongoing thing.” he explained.

His plan seem to be working because Vox diverted his attention immediately to his concerned partner.

“Well darling, remember Fulgur knows a lot about books. Maybe he can stand in until the president gets better?” he suggested.

Shit…

Shoto looked like he had come to a slight realization.

“Oh shit, you're right!” he said out loud with his eyes locking him dead to rights.

“Could you do it fu chan?” he asked him.

“Yeah could you do it fu chan?” Vox’s voice chimed in as well which was full of mischief which meant Vox was up to no good. 

“I mean…I wouldn’t mind.” he half heartedly said.

"There might be one tiny issue, but I'm sure we can iron it out." Shoto said thinking deeply.

“He needs to be around people anyway. He has nothing better to do besides jerk off Shoto, so he would love too.” Vox said, volunteering him.

“Hey!” Shoto said to Vox.

He saw Shoto nudge Vox in the side to stop him from going on his rant toward him.

“Be nice to your brother.” he told him. 

Vox rolled his eyes, but complied.

“Do you have the list of books they're talking about?” he asked him. Shoto pulled a list from his bag.

“Yeah actually.” he said, shuffling through it before giving it to him.

He took the list from him and looked at the compiled list.

He actually knew the majority of the books listed.

On top of that these were very good selections. 

“Looks like you got him hooked.” he heard Vox tell him. 

He couldn’t help, but roll his eyes.

“When does it start?” he asked Shoto.

“...Tomorrow morning.” Shoto said meekly.

“WHAT!” he shouted.

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It was never a dull day for him. 

For him, Uki Violeta of course.

He was currently sitting in a lobby for his appointment to check and see if everything would run fine for the development of the baby.

The more things seem to be going in order, the more it seems to find a way to spiral out of control. After he was done explaining to both Shoto and Alban about how donations work. One of their potential clients called in and was unsure if they could even start their book club activity in the cafe due to them getting sick.

He could only sigh in frustration. 

If they didn’t have that income coming in, they would probably be in the red for a little while. 

Shoto had called him and told him not to worry last night, however he couldn’t help but worry.

“Mr. Violeta.” someone called him, causing him to look up.

It was a tall man with glasses wearing dark gray and a lab coat. He shuffled his clipboard to his other hand so he could hold out his hand toward him.

“My name is Hex Haywire. I will be your doctor during your childbirth journey.” he told him.

He quickly shot out of his chair to shake his hand.

“Hello!” he said suddenly.

“Nervous?” he asked him.

He realized he acted way too hastily.

“Yes…a little.” he told him honestly, causing him to chuckle.

“Understandable, but don’t worry it will just be a test to make sure nothing will go wrong before we even start the process.” he told him.

“Please follow me into my office.” he told him.

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“Now before I proceed further. I just want to let you know, if you change your mind before the insemination. You can let me know at any time. It is completely ok if you have second thoughts. It happens all the time.” he let him know.

“For today I will be asking and telling you the information you need to know before you go into this process and we’ll give you a few days to let the information settle in before you go through with the procedure.” he said sitting on a stool in his office.

“That’ll give the test enough time to come back and verify your body is in condition to continue.” he told him.

“Any questions?” he asked him.

He could only look at the doctor.

“What do the tests entitle?” he asked.

“The usual. I ask you some questions, take some blood work, have some scans done, and then we wait for the results” he answered.

“Sounds simple enough.” he said.

“It is…until it isn’t, but we’ll cross that bridge when we reach it.” he told him realistically. 

He gave the doctor a nod as he shuffled through his paperwork again.

“So simple questions first.” he started looking up from his paper.

“Are you recently, no longer, or currently in a relationship?” he asked.

“No longer.” he told him.

“Any possibility of looking?” he asked him.

The question made him tilt his head in confusion.

“Don’t worry Mr. Violeta. I’m totally being professional with you. There is a reason why we ask these questions no matter how misleading that sounded.” Doctor Haywire told him.

“Not looking.” he told him as he watched him shuffle the papers jotting the responses down.

“History of drugs or alcohol?” he asked.

“No drugs, but I drink in moderation and don’t plan to once the insemination begins.” he told him.

“Any medical or family medical history of any concern?” he asked.

“Perfectly healthy as far as I know.” he told him truthfully.

“And do you feel safe?” he asked him.

“Yes.” he answered.

“Good. Now as to knock out some of the why’s in the questions I asked you.” He started placing his paperwork down.

“The reason we ask if there is currently anyone with you is because omega’s that have, or in better terms “have” an understanding spouse, especially if it’s not an alpha don’t understand the preparation actually needed to prepare for an omega’s pregnancy. There are many things that can happen during this period, and I want you to be aware that you will be very vulnerable when you are pregnant. Not just physically, but mentally as well. Especially if your donation alpha is not with you.” he informed him.

“What do you mean? We can’t meet our donors anyway.” he said.

“Exactly. Which will put you in a bit of a bind. Usually Alpha pheromones, especially the dads, will calm you if you're in distress. However there is a high chance that if you are currently seeing someone, and they aren’t the father, the child can reject their pheromones. In turn having you reject your partner, until the child is born. It’s messy, but there are rare cases where non-biological alpha father’s pheromones can work.” he explained.  

“Artificial ones can help as well, but they're still working on more effective ones.” he told him.

“I see.” he said.

“Now for the fun part.” Dr. Haywire said, putting on his gloves.

“Blood work and scans. Then I’ll give you some homework on do’s and don’t on pregnancy.” he told him.

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He could only let out a sigh. 

He was drained.

That was extensive.

And he still had to go to work as he held his “homework” in his hands as he walked toward the direction of his cafe as the phone rang.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Uki, it’s Shoto! I talked to the book club president about a stand-in for the book club and they agreed so we’re in the clear!” he told him.

“That’s great! So it’s another omega or beta for the omega beta book club?” he asked him.

“Uh…yeah!” Shoto sounded nervous for a second before he recovered.

“Shoto…the stand-in is an omega or beta for the omega beta book club right?” he asked again.

It was clear that the reason the club was formed was to allow omegas the opportunity and ability to enjoy and express their love for books in peace without alphas ruining the experience. And the fact his cafe didn’t attract many alphas during the morning was a plus why the book club president reached out to them.

“Uki everything is under control.” Shoto assured him again.

He was getting close to the cafe as he came up upon the window. To his horror he saw many nervous omegas sitting around the large area and one giant behemoth of a man who he had no heads or tails what the hell he was actually looking at.

The man’s face was beyond hairy with the thick beard he had, even his hair covering his eyes that you couldn’t see it. It reminded him of a shaggy dog.

But regardless of what he thought. That man was definitely one hundred percent an alpha.

“Shoto…that doesn’t happen to be an alpha in our cafe right?” 

“No he’s definitely an omega.” Shoto claimed. 

However he wasn’t buying it.

“Shoto, I’m looking at you through the window.” he told him. 

He saw Shoto look in his direction in surprise.

“Oh shit?!” he said, shocked.

“Hey Uki! When did you get here? ” Shoto nervously said.

He could feel a headache coming on.

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Maybe this was a bad idea.

It was like he was staring at a bunch of deer in headlights as he held the book in his hands. His in-law seems to have left out key details that this book club catered to a particular audience that seem to be very sensitive about alpha’s. 

He was very aware of the unspoken rules between omega’s and alpha’s. And unfortunately he couldn’t help but feel disgust sometimes for how some alpha’s acted toward their supposed other halves in a not so kind manner. 

He was confident he wasn’t like them. But it still didn’t help that they looked terrified of him.

There was one thing that he learned in his years of enjoying books.

And that is connecting with people, that also love them, know no boundaries. 

He felt himself grip the book, opening it fluidly as he scanned the words on the first page.

He was going to say something, but the jingle of a bell alerted him as well as a very fragrance ambrosial smell that followed. He had never encountered such a smell before. It was faint but it lingered on his nose as he heard the light tapping of shoes on the floor.

“Oh…hey Uki!” he heard Shoto nervously laugh. But the light tapping turned louder in his direction before it made a designated stop. He saw the shoes appear in his vision as he was looking down between the little nook below his hand where his hand was holding the book.

“Shoto, care to explain how this guy looks like an omega?” he heard.

His voice sounded very soothing. Before he realized what he just said.

What?

He couldn’t see Shoto, but he had a lot of explaining to do when they got home. 

He could tell Shoto was caught in a lie so like a good brother in law.

He had to bail him out.

“Is there a problem that I'm not one, if I have the criteria to perform the job?” he asked the man.

“This is supposed to be a safe space for omega’s and beta’s to enjoy books for the morning.” he told him. 

“Look, I’m sorry I'm not an omega. But I promise you I’m completely harmless. And I know a bit about books.” he told him, peering through his bangs to catch a glimpse of him. It was sharp purple looking hard at him which surprised him. 

He had very beautiful eyes.

“Said every alpha.” he shot back. 

Now what was that supposed to mean? That irritated him.

He was about to say something until…

“Hey Uki! How about we just let him do it for today and see how everyone feels about it?” Shoto suggested. 

“I promise he’s very good at what he does.” Shoto said.

This person named Uki went into silence for just a moment to think about it, before he made his decision.

““Two things.” he said out loud as he leaned in close to him.

“One. Do something about your pheromones, it's leaking out.” he quietly told him. He jotted at the mention of it.

He was leaking pheromones?!

Was that why they looked so nervous?

He could only grit his teeth with displeasure as he fixed the issue.

That could only mean time was beginning to truly run out for him. 

“Two. If they don’t like you. You’re out of here.” he said to him. 

If there was one thing he was confident at. It was definitely this.

He could feel a smirk reaching his lips.

“Challenge accepted.” he told him. 

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He loved books. He already knew this wasn’t going to be hard at all. Especially with the background he had.

He couldn’t help, but refrain from smiling toward the owner of the shop who would come by with refreshments and cute little desserts for them. He could tell he lost, but could respect that he wasn’t being an absolute ass about it. It was fun to shoot him a smile every now and again just to catch a glimpse of him frowning.

He also couldn’t help, but notice the work Shoto and him were putting into the shop as he just chatted away about the books. This place was definitely cozy and a perfect place to have a book club. It was definitely a lot of work to do between two to three people from what Shoto said. He could see why the book club could essentially help them out. 

And just as it had started. 

The book club came to a close.

The members didn’t look terrified of him anymore which made him happy.

“Bye Uki and Shoto! Bye fu chan!” he heard one of them say as they waved to him. He waved back satisfied. Nothing like bonding over your favorite books to bring people together.

He brought his attention to the counter Shoto and the shop owner were at, and immediately caught him grimacing as he made his way over.

It was time to pull in his victory. Of course as he was thinking this he was picturing himself in a cringy pose with his hand stretched out over his face.

“So, how'd I do?” he asked, leaning on the counter in front of the owner specifically.

“Oh you were awesome fu chan!” Shoto laughed, giving him a high five.

“Thank you Shoto. And you…mister Uki was it?” he asked. He believes that’s what Shoto called him.

“Mr. Violeta.” he told him. 

“Ah…” he said.

So he was going down the stiff route.

“Uki.” Shoto scolded him for cutting him short.

“And you did better than expected. Thank you for taking the time to help us.” he told him.

That actually sounded sincere. 

Maybe he wasn’t so stiff after all. 

He couldn’t help but grin. That was a much better compliment than he actually expected from him. Maybe this Violeta guy wasn’t bad after all. 

“My name is Fulgur Ovid, but people call me fu chan for short.” he told him.

“Noted.” he heard and couldn’t help but frown, and got slightly irritated. Was this guy trying to picking a fight?

“So Mr. Ovid, I’m guessing Shoto didn’t discuss anything about payment with you…” he started, but he cut him off.

“I’m doing this for free.” he said. 

Mr. Violeta looked surprised.

“Excuse me?” he questioned, his voice sounded surprisingly cute. 

His irritation slowly went away. He didn’t know if it was because Mr. Violeta looked cutely surprised or the fact that his calming faint scent still lingered on his nose.

“I’m doing this for free.” he said again, lifting more into the counter to lean toward him. 

“I bet you didn’t expect every alpha to say that, now did you?” he whispered in his ear. He moved away quickly, knowing he struck a nerve with what he had said to him earlier during the day.

It was time for him to go. Before he had to much fun messing with Mr. Violeta who was most definitely glaring daggers at him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Shoto.” he told him.

“Hey fu chan don’t be rude!” Shoto scolded him for trying to leave without saying goodbye to Mr. Violeta.

“I won’t.” he knew better than that.

“Mr. Violeta.” he called. He didn’t have to know he was not amused.

“You might want to do something about your pheromones as well before you give every alpha the wrong idea. It's been leaking out for awhile.” he told him as he exited the cafe.

Surely that wasn't too petty...

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As soon as he entered the cafe, he was hit with an earthy wood smell that took him by surprise. It wasn’t strong but it was certainly something he hadn’t encountered before just lingering in the air of his shop. And then that was when he realized it was probably this so-called omega Shoto had invited and the man was leaking his pheromones which could have in turn affected their clients.

He was one of those bastards…

He quickly made his way to the man who now had the book open. Stopping in front of him the scent was definitely emitting off of him. He was confused as to why he was wearing a long sleeve turtle neck and gloves in the middle of summer.

“Shoto, care to explain how this guy looks like an omega?” he asked Shoto who was behind the counter, wincing being caught in the lie.

“Is there a problem that I'm not one if I have the criteria to perform the job?” the man asked in front of him. 

“This is supposed to be a safe space for omega’s and beta’s to enjoy books for the morning.” he told him. 

It bothered him deeply that he couldn’t look this man directly in the face because of his bangs.

“Look, I’m sorry I'm not an omega. But I promise you I’m completely harmless. And I know a bit about books.” he told him.

“Said every alpha.” he shot back. 

The air got tense between them.

He couldn’t help, but smirk knowing that he hit some sort of nerve. He could tell by his body language the way the man tensed up.

He couldn’t read his expression, but he could tell he was annoyed.

“Hey Uki! How about we just let him do it for today and see how everyone feels about it?” Shoto suggested. 

“I promise he’s very good at what he does.” Shoto said.

He could only glare at Shoto. He was the one that put them in this situation. However he didn’t want to waste the book club's time if this guy was actually qualified, could keep them out the red.

He felt himself grit his teeth.

“Two things.” he said out loud. As he got close to the side of his head.

“One. Do something about your pheromones, it's leaking out.” he told him which the man seemed surprised as if he didn’t know. The scent definitely decreased even more, but he was still able to smell it. However it didn’t seem like any of the other omega’s were affected by it so he was fine with it.

“Two. If they don’t like you. You’re out of here.” he said to him.

He caught a smug smirk on the man’s face.

“Challenge accepted.” he heard him say.

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He couldn’t believe it…

He was good. 

The atmosphere changed immediately when he started and the book club looked like they were genuinely having a good time as they handed out refreshments and meals. The laughter filled the cafe as Shoto leaned on the counter next to him, giving the most irritating all knowing I told you so look.

“I told you everything is under control.” he said. 

“Shut up, Shoto.” he told him.

“Where'd you find this guy anyway?” he asked.

“Oh fu chan? He's my brother-in-law I was telling you about.” Shoto told him.

“WHAT?!” he shouted. 

THAT…was his brother in law?! 

“Hey! I already know what you're thinking.” he told him, giving him a nudge. 

“He’s been through a lot, but he’s a really good person.” Shoto told him.

The book club started wrapping up as the members started making their way out the door waving goodbye.

“Bye Uki and Shoto! Bye fu chan!” one of the members said as they made their way out the door.

He couldn’t help, but grimace. And couldn’t help but grimace even more when that hulking behemoth of a man came toward the counter with an all knowing grin. 

“So, how'd I do?” he asked, leaning on the counter in front of him. His hair steady and irritatingly draped over his face.

“Oh you were awesome fu chan!” Shoto laughed, giving him a high five.

“Thank you Shoto. And you…mister Uki was it?” he asked.

“Mr. Violeta.” he told him. 

“Ah…” he heard him say.

“Uki.” Shoto scolded him. 

Was that rude?

“And you did better than expected. Thank you for taking the time to help us.” he told him. He told the truth there was no point in being an ass to someone who came to help. But still he wanted to be careful. 

The man’s lips played a big grin for the compliment. The only definitive feature on him currently. 

“My name is Fulgur Ovid, but people call me fu chan for short.” he told him. 

“Noted.” he told him. He might as well keep it professional since he was only helping out for a little while.

“So Mr. Ovid, I’m guessing Shoto didn’t discuss anything about payment with you…” he started, but was cut off.

“I’m doing this for free.” Mr. Ovid said. Which surprised him.

“Excuse me?” he questioned. He was pretty sure he heard him wrong.

“I’m doing this for free.” he said again, lifting up from the counter to lean forward toward him. The faint scent he smelled earlier filled his nose; it wasn't overpowering, but it did leave him calm. 

“I bet you didn’t expect every alpha to say that, now did you?” he whispered in his ear as if to mock him.

Did he say calm? No, now he was angry.

The person he now deemed as Mr. Ovid quickly backed off again with a huge grin on his face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Shoto.” he told him.

“Hey fu chan don’t be rude!” he scolded his brother in law. 

“I won’t.” he paused.

"Mr. Violeta.” he called, forcing him to look up at his nonexistent face.

“You might want to do something about your pheromones as well before you give every alpha the wrong idea. It's been leaking out for awhile.” he told him as he exited the cafe.

His mouth dropped.

Did he think he was trying to attract him?!

“That fucking bitch!” he shouted as he slammed his hand on the table.

“Huh?!” Shoto yelled in confusion.

Chapter Text

It was a day like any other day.

The sun was shining.

The birds were chirping.

The bees were buzzing.

However this was not a story about the birds, and the bees.

There was a disturbance in the force that was Mr. Violeta and Mr. Ovid at each other’s throats.

Again…

“Wow I didn’t know you changed the menu, I’ll have a coffee.” Mr. Ovid told Mr. Violeta who was taking orders one day. 

“Ok…cool what coffee?” he asked him.

“Just a coffee.” Mr. Ovid told him. 

Mr. Ovid seem to have missed the very subtle eye twitch from Mr. Violeta.

“What kind?” he asked.

“A hot coffee.” he told the omega flipping through a book.

Still he did not see the murderous glare the book club saw in his direction as well as the pure annoyance on Mr. Violeta’s face.

“Amercano? Espresso?” he drew out to keep his sanity.

“It’s just a hot coffee, but I'll leave it to you to decide since you're the expert.” Mr. Ovid said.

Little did he know Mr. Violeta calmly walked to the back and started punching the coffee bean bag.

Mr. Ovid- 1, Mr. Violeta - 0

Mr. Violeta had returned with the extremely hot coffee in hand that Mr. Ovid with no hesitation drank before nearly choking and spitting out the hot contents.

His coughs were audible.

“Oh I'm sorry, I didn’t think I had to warn you that the drink was hot since you ordered it.” Mr. Violeta said to the man that would happen to burn his tongue when he delivered the contents, while he was sure he was receiving a nonexistent glare.

Mr. Violeta - 1, Mr. Ovid - 1

“Maybe if I had some better refreshments that went well with this then perhaps I would have avoided this.” Mr. Ovid snapped back.

Mr. Ovid -2, Mr. Violeta-1

“I’m sorry, we had to change the menu, because we didn’t expect the damn cookie monster to leave such a mess the last time he visited.” Mr. Violeta said placing his hand on his hips.

Mr. Violeta- 2, Mr. Ovid- 2

“Cookie monster?! Now wait a damn minute. I cleaned up.” Mr. Ovid objected standing up getting close to him.

“You did. But your beard didn’t.” Mr. Violeta said calmly behind the triumphed smirk that reached his lips at the comeback due to the mess made currently by the coffee all over Mr. Ovid's face.

Mr. Violeta- 3, Mr. Ovid- 2

Mr. Ovid stared him down for a moment. However Mr. Violeta couldn't seem to care or tell with the face full of hair. Until Mr. Ovid pulled back looking down at the table, looking at the menu again, and Mr. Violeta seemed to pick up on what he was doing.

“You wouldn’t dare.” he said in an angered tone.

“I would, since the cookie monster seems to be taking a vacation.” he told Mr. Violeta.

He gracefully picked up the menu and pointed.

“Give me the cream puff’s, since the cream monster is in town.” he demanded.

The sinister smile that popped up from his face as everyone stared in horror at what was to happen.

Mr. Ovid- 3, Mr. Violeta- 3

And that’s how their relationship continued…

Chapter Text

Mr. Ovid…

A very unkempt man, messy hair, messy beard, who somehow in the dead of this summer heat never failed to wear long sleeve turtle necks, and gloves. A man who’s face he couldn’t read because he literally could not see it. 

Hell most of the time he didn’t know where to look at him when they did interact.

Only where he thought where his eyes would be.

But there was one thing about that man that drove him up the wall. 

His words and that god damn all knowing smile he did when he won their little stand off’s before he quickly left the cafe. 

Just thinking about him coming in today had him on edge.

“I can’t stand him!” he told Shoto who was wiping down the counter getting ready for them to open the cafe on schedule. They had a few minutes to spare before he met that insufferable alpha again. 

Ever since they started the book club, that man made sure every living day was a common annoyance for him. The witty comments he would come up with to irritate him. The way he could never see his face, but his lips or the glistening of his teeth would always be a dead give away that he was amused or he was annoyed by the slight frown he gave.

The frown was the only slight satisfaction he would get for the day. 

He saw Shoto refrain from rolling his eyes.

“I can tell, you two are back and forth like cats and dogs.” he told him, placing the cloth down for a moment.

“Shoto, do I have to remind you that this is supposed to be an omega beta book club and they now changed their name to the omega beta and one alpha book club to make sure that insufferable man feels included?” Uki told him.

“I mean…at least they trust him?” Shoto replied, but it only drew him to sigh.

“What next more alphas?!” he exasperated.

“Seriously Uki, you two can’t keep doing this every time you meet.” he scolded him.

“I told you fu chan is not a bad guy. I have no idea why you two just go at each other like you do.” Shoto told him. 

“I know…I can’t help it. Everytime I look at his face it just makes me want to shake the shit out of him.” he told him.

“Well that’s violent.” Shoto told him, now he couldn’t help, but roll his eyes.

But at the same time, other than their interactions; there was really no reason to dislike him. He’s been watching him everyday at the bookclub like a hawk to see if he was going to do anything out of the ordinary like intimidate or trick the omegas into dating him or worse. 

And honestly…

He was just an honest to god book nerd…

He would just come in and talk about the books that were on the agenda and then go home. He didn’t even bat an eye if he had any…at the omegas or made them feel uncomfortable. He just genuinely liked books. 

And he could respect that about him.

Maybe they could get along if he kindly just shut the f…

“So Uki, how did the doctor’s visit go?” Shoto asked him to cut him from his thoughts. During this time he had been going to the doctor to have check ups while he waited for the results of his test to come in.

“Good! The doctor said everything came back positive so we’re setting a date to start the insemination!” he said excitedly.

Shoto’s face could only retort in disgust.

“Ok…never say that word again please.” he told him.

“How many children do you have again?” he quipped.

“Look, I just didn’t need to have a mental image of that.” Shoto defended himself.

“How would that even work anyway? Do they just shove it up your ass?” he questioned. He couldn’t help but give him a slow stare before slowly blinking.

“Can you just be happy for me?” he asked him. 

“Uki, I’m ecstatic to know you're becoming a parent, and grossed out at the unresolved image of having something shoved up your ass to do the process.” he said.

“Shoto, I swear to god…” he started as he started to walk toward the door.

“What?!” he exclaimed.

He took a breath.

Shoto sure knew how to have an active imagination. But it was getting close to time for them to start opening.

“Let’s just open up the shop.” he told him.

“Aye, aye boss!” he said, saluting.

He walked over to the door opening it to meet face to face with the man he currently had irreconcilable differences with. 

“Good morning! Are you opening now?” he asked him.

He was taken aback by his sudden appearance, and paused when he noticed another figure behind him almost just as tall.

“Hey fu chan come in!” Shoto called.

“Hey Shoto! I brought my friend Sonny with me today.” he told him. He corrected his gaze to yet another alpha with bright yellow hair, and piercing light blue eyes.

He brought another alpha…

He felt a great annoyance coming from another place.

“You brought another alpha to this place?” he asked him.

Mr. Ovid’s looked like he noticed his mood change by the way he grimaced slightly before speaking.

“He’s my friend. I trust him not to cause any trouble.” he vouched for Sonny.

He made a tired sigh as he ran his hand through his hair in order to calm himself down. He couldn’t blame Mr. Ovid for bringing a friend. It was a cafe after all, however they had a certain traction of customers that appeared during the day and he was afraid they might run off at the slight of an Alpha. Of course Mr. Ovid was an exception due to the other book club members showcasing his unique taste, but this other man…

“Mr. Ovid.” he called as he watched the face full of hair look down in his direction.

“While I don’t discriminate against my customers. I want you to understand, in the mornings my customers are mostly omega’s, so having alpha’s here, especially ones as intimidating as yourselves, can cause them to panic.” he said pointing his finger into his chest.

“During the afternoon I get a mix of beta’s and alpha’s.” he told him.

“And at night…” Mr. Ovid interrupted him.

“I’m sorry, that was thoughtless of me.” he told him immediately.

It surprised him.

It surprised him that he just didn’t get any push back, no smart ass comment. It was just genuine acceptance.

“I should have known better.” he told him.

“We can come back during the afternoon if that makes it any better.” he told him. 

“No, it’s ok!” he started to feel bad now.

“I was just…” he sighed.

“You're just trying to run your business, I understand.” Mr. Ovid told him. 

He understood.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad?

“...So can we eat now?” the man with the blond hair replied not sure what was happening. Mr. Ovid grabbed him behind his neck, obviously giving it a squeeze.

“Ow!” the man cried.

“I promise, he’s a good guy, I can completely vouch for him, if he gets out of hand, I’ll kick his ass myself.” he told him.

“You can’t do that. I’m a cop!” the guy told him.

“And he’s a cop…” Mr. Ovid told him as he pushed his friend inside.

That made him feel ten times better.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at their goofiness before opening the door.

“Please come in.” he told them.

They entered as he switched the close sign to open.

“You're here really early today fu chan.” Shoto said as they chose a table to sit at toward the back.

“The club isn’t active today so I was just showing my friend Sonny here at the cafe, because I thought the food here was really good.” he told Shoto.

Shoto could only smirk mischievously. 

“You hear that Uki, the food is really good.” he heard Shoto repeat back.

He refrained from rolling his eyes.

“Well, I’ll have you know Uki’s been handling most of the cooking.” Shoto bragged.

“Is that so?” Mr. Ovid said.

“Well then I’ll do a better job not to bite the hand that feeds me.” he said. 

He felt a pair of nonexistent eyes on him as if he was waiting for him to say something petty.

He won’t lie. He did immediately think of a witty comeback, but he just let it roll off. 

There was no need to push buttons for no reason right? 

It was possible for him to be civil right?

Maybe Shoto was right.

Maybe he needed to change direction.

“Alban should be in to take your orders soon as he gets here.” Shoto pulled him from his train of thought, just as the jingle of the doorbell went off revealing Alban in the flesh.

“I’m here!” he shouted. 

He was panting heavily.

“Sorry, classes ran a little heavier than expected.” he told them. 

“You're fine Alban, when you get settled we have customers.” he told him.

Alban looked away from him to scan the room to see Mr. Ovid and his friend Sonny picked a table in the corner. It was a space where no one would really notice them if they were there.

“Got you!” he said, confirming his targets as he quickly ran to the back to change into their cafe outfit which was just an apron.

He, on the other hand, went to move to the kitchen to get ready to cook what they were about to order. It didn’t take long. Alban was quite fast and he kinda figured what Mr. Ovid would order especially after the cream puff incident, but every now and again Mr. Ovid would change his taste so he would wait until Alban came with the orders.

He looked at the paper Alban left hanging.

A big helping of Takoyaki with his speciality made sauce, and for his friend negi soup.

He wondered if Mr. Ovid knew that the cafe turned into a bar at night where they served actual dinner with drinks. He always ordered a big helping of just entree food despite the fact he’s such a large guy. There was no way that would fill his appetite the few days he’s been here. 

He wondered what he did once he was gone from the cafe.

He blinked…

Wait…

Why was he wondering what Mr. Ovid did once he left the cafe?

That was none of his concern, he was a grown man, and he’s made it this far in life so there was no need for him to wonder.

He checked the supplies they had and blinked. 

They didn’t have a big helping of takoyaki like he thought they had. Mr. Ovid had pretty much eaten through their supplies so they only had a little bit left, and Shoto apparently didn’t check the inventory list this week.

“Shoto…” he called the man who was up front. Shoto peered through the window they had that allowed them to communicate at the counter, via kitchen.

“Sup?” he asked.

“You didn’t check the inventory.” he told him.

“Oh shit!” Shoto said.

“I’ll go shopping right now!” he said.

“Calm down. Just ask your brother in law if he would be fine with not having a big helping of takoyaki today." he told him.

“Oh…” Shoto said.

“Hey fu chan! We’re low on supplies, you mind getting a smaller helping of what you ordered?” Shoto shouted.

“How small?” he heard him say.

“Very small.” he told Shoto.

“Very small.” he relayed.

There was a bit of silence.

“Very small won’t fill me up…could I perhaps get unbanned from sweets?” he asked.

“Hell no.” Both Shoto and him said at the same time. They definitely did not want to deal with that nightmare again.

“Tell him we have some sandwiches in the back.” he told Shoto. 

“What about sandwiches?” Shoto asked him.

There was another brief silence as if he was deciding if that's what he wanted.

“If I accept the sandwiches, can I have a special request?” he asked.

“Uki, you've been summoned.” Shoto called, which made him sigh. 

Sometimes you have to handle things yourself.

He came from the kitchen walking straight to the table he was at because he had no idea what he was on about.

“Was there a particular sandwich you wanted?” he asked him.

“No, but could you draw little sheeps on it?” Mr. Ovid asked. 

He refrained from lifting an eyebrow at the odd request.

“On the sandwich?” he asked for clarification. This was the most bizarre thing asked but if it was just regular bread he could make it work.

 “Yeah.” Mr. Ovid said.

He had so many questions, but again.

He refrained. 

“Sure? Anything else?” he asked.

“Could you also do the moe moe kyun?” he asked. 

Now his eyebrow twitched, and he wasn’t sure what facial expression he was making.

“Mr. Ovid, I think you have the wrong idea about the type of cafe this is.” he told him.

“I think it’s the least that can be done for the slight inconvenience.” he said.

“Since I was really looking forward to having takoyaki.” he told him. 

There was a slight twitch in his eyebrow again. 

While Mr. Ovid was right on the inconvenience part. There was something sinister slowly creeping from within him.

He could keep civil right?

It wasn’t like he was asking for alot…

Well he kind of was in his mind…

He would entertain the notion since he couldn’t expect Alban to do it. He was the owner after all.

“Fine…” he told Mr. Ovid. 

He wanted to get this over with.

“I’ll be back.” he told him. 

It didn’t take him long to make the sandwiches and whatever was left of the takoyaki. Alban had already delivered his friend's food since his took a bit more preparation before he came back, placing them on the table. 

There was an awkward silence that followed as all he saw was a face full of hair looking up at him as if he was looking up at him with all sorts of expectations of a child waiting for a toy.

He quickly glanced at his friend who funny enough had a slight look of disgust on his face, but it didn’t seem to bother Mr. Ovid.

He gripped the condiments he was using to draw these sheep that was requested.

It was nothing really, he did it with the lattes all the time however he felt this was completely different because if he did this wrong…

This man was going to get him to lose it.

So he had to make sure these sheep drawings were it!

“Ohhh” he heard Mr. Ovid say once he finished. It wasn’t anything crazy; he just drew two cute sheep faces on the sandwiches. 

“That’s cute.” he said.

He was satisfied with that reaction.

Now for the finale…

“I don't usually do this for sandwiches, but since this was such a “special” situation.” he told him.

“Moe moe kyun.” he said very dryly.

“You couldn’t do that more…cutely?” he heard him say.

Now that made his eye twitch.

“Excuse me?” he slowly forced out of his mouth.

“Well your movement was so…stiff and there was no emotion in your voice.” Mr. Ovid told him.

That’s because there wasn’t…

“Mr. Ovid, I told you already this isn’t that type of cafe.” he said.

The patience was breaking.

“Even if it’s not you could have at least pretended after saying you would do it. I could do a better job.” he told him.

And that’s where the dam burst.

“Oh really?” he said mockingly. 

“Ok Mr. Big shot, let’s see you do it then.” he told Mr. Ovid, giving him the floor.

He couldn’t tell what Mr. Ovid’s facial expression was, but he shot up out of his chair.

“Ok, go sit down.” he told him, pointing to his original chair. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he sat in his seat.

“Observe carefully.” he watched him prepare like he was getting ready for a jog. He stopped as he made hand gestures that were very animated.

“MOE MOE KYUNNNNNN!” he said in the most disturbing voice he probably ever heard produced from his lips. As his hands formed a heart toward him and the sandwich with one of his legs kicked up.

He then started feeling second hand embarrassment for Mr. Ovid to the point he didn’t know what happened to his irritation and rising anger.

“And that's how it’s done.” he told him.

Oh, it seemed to have returned when he opened his mouth.

Ok. He would play his game.

“Ok!” he simply said standing up from where he was seated. He motioned Mr. Ovid to return to his seat, which he did. 

So, for one, he wasn’t going to do whatever the fuck that was right there. That was way too much work and energy instead, what he would do…

He reached out to grab hold of the side of Mr. Ovid’s face. He felt him jolt from his touch, and couldn’t help but smirk. 

He leaned close to his ear.

“Moe moe kyun.” He whispered.

Mr. Ovid said nothing, not even his usual attempts meaning he was either processing what the hell just happened or he was affected by his charm. 

I mean he was just a book worm who probably had no idea how to seduce someone with the way they interacted. Surprisingly what he could feel of his jaw line was pretty impressive, and his scent alone was…

Wait…

What the fuck was he doing?

Luckily no one seemed to notice as he pulled his hand away. Mr. Ovid was still affected which left a smirk on his lips. 

“Effective enough?” he asked him. 

Mr. Ovid jolted out of his trance as if he realized what just happened. 

“Sorry the smell of the food got to me. I must be hungry after waiting for so long.” he played it off smoothly.

This fucking guy…

“You sure it wasn’t just because you had unreasonable demands before you got to your food?” he countered. 

The tension closed in hot along with the silence.

“I’m eating my damn sandwich.” Mr. Ovid told him, shoving one of them into his mouth. He was ignoring him.

“Enjoy your damn sandwich.” he told him sweetly. He won this time and he knew it. And because he knew it, he walked away like he ate. He stopped at the counter with a victory smirk to Shoto who gave him a disgusted look. 

“Looks like I still got it.” he told Shoto.

“Never do that again.” Shoto told him.

He could only roll his eyes. He proceeded to ignore him and turn back to Mr. Ovid, who was eating and having a conversation with his friend. It seemed like he caught him looking at him somehow and caught a quick flick of his middle finger.

He calmly sent one back to him, and still stands by his one statement.

He couldn’t stand that guy…

Chapter Text

“I can’t stand him!” he told his long time friend as he was currently sitting across the very cafe he had intentions on entering; pointing at it from across the street.

They were currently at another cafe until Mr. Violeta, as he called himself, opened his shop. He was currently venting to his friend Sonny Brisko who was a cop in the police force. He was currently sipping from a soda can with an unreadable expression. 

“Well…what can’t you stand about him?” Sonny asked.

“Just when you think you won sometimes, he’ll just come back with some outrageous comeback that I wouldn’t have even dreamt to say.” he complained.

“Uh huh, what else?” he urged him.

“I can’t stand that little smile he does when he knows he got me.” he told him.

“And?” Sonny pushed on.

“Honestly Sonny, I might just dislike male omega’s…probably just him in particular. I have no idea why he rubs me the wrong way.” 

Sonny started shaking his head.

“So why don’t you just stop doing the book club if you can’t stand the guy so bad?” he asked him.

“I can’t do that to the club, they love it! And I’m doing a favor for my brother in law.”  he told Sonny.

“Fulgur man…you dragged me out here on my day off, to complain about some guy you're working for, for free.” he told him, pausing to look at him.

“What’s the real reason you don’t like this guy?” he asked him.

He could only grit his teeth as he bit down on the bland tasting cookie in front of him. He had to be honest, he really didn’t have anything against Mr. Violeta. However he never really interacted with another male omega aside from Shoto for a long period of time. Both of them were night and day. 

“I don’t dislike him, I guess we just got off on the wrong foot?” he said questionably.

It wasn’t as if Mr. Violeta tried to make him miserable while he was there. He let him work without causing unnecessary issues.

In fact he was a really good cook. He, himself, has been neglecting to eat proper meals so he would eat at the cafe and was blown away every time he tasted something new on the menu. He could tell the man took special care of his business, and he could respect that.

“Yeah I don’t dislike him. I think…” he could confirm.

Sonny paused drinking his soda.

“Fulgur man…do you listen to yourself?” he asked.

“What?” he asked Sonny.

Sonny returned to enjoying his drink as he shook his head. He didn’t elaborate further.

“So…when are we going in?” he asked him.

He looked at his watch.

They should be opening now. 

“Well they should be opening now.” he said standing up.

“Come, I’ll introduce you, I’m pretty sure you’ll like the food there better than this place.” he told him.

They made their way across the street and he himself went toward the door. It swung open as he bumped into none other than the devil himself.

Mr. Violeta.

He looked up at him in surprise.

“Good morning! You opening now?” he greeted him. It wouldn’t hurt to try to be friendly toward him. 

“Hey fu chan come in!” Shoto called.

“Hey Shoto! I brought my friend Sonny with me today.” he told him. 

He felt a tense aura as he looked down.

Mr. Violeta was not amused one bit.

“You brought another alpha to this place?” he asked him.

His voice had hidden anger behind it.

Uh oh…

He seem to have forgotten Mr. Violeta had a slight issue with alpha’s including himself.

“He’s my friend. I trust him not to cause any trouble.” he vouched for Sonny.

Mr. Violeta made a tired sigh as he ran his hand through his hair in order to calm himself down.

“Mr. Ovid.” he said.

He began to embrace himself for his words.

“While I don’t discriminate against my customers. I want you to understand, in the mornings my customers are mostly omega’s so having alpha’s here especially ones as intimidating as yourselves can cause them to panic.” he said pointing his finger into his chest.

“During the afternoon I get a mix of beta’s and alpha’s.” he told him.

He felt his own eyes widened considerably.

He was thoughtless…

“And at night…” he decided to interrupt him.

“I’m sorry, that was thoughtless of me.” he told him immediately.

It was true he didn’t think ahead. 

He knew what Mr. Violeta meant, since the warm reception he got since he first came here. 

Mr. Violeta was an omega himself, running his own business which was most likely a hard feat to pull off. So he probably had things working how he liked it. If he remembered correctly…his customers were omega’s that came in during the day and early afternoon. And even then his customers that were not from the bookclub would look at him weary when buying items. Luckily returning customers saw him enough to relax due to the bookclub's good atmosphere.

He frowned.

“I should have known better.” he told him.

“We can come back during the afternoon if that makes it any better.” he told him. 

“No, it’s ok!” he quickly said.

“I was just…” he sighed.

“You're just trying to run your business, I understand.” he told Mr. Violeta. 

He was careless.

He can only imagine the hardship he went through.

“...So can we eat now?” Sonny asked who he quickly grabbed into a headlock for his inconsideration.

“Ow!” he cried.

“I promise, he’s a good guy, I can completely vouch for him, if he gets out of hand, I’ll kick his ass myself.” he told Mr. Violeta.

“You can’t do that. I’m a cop!” Sonny told him.

“And he’s a cop…” he reassured him as he pushed his friend inside.

Mr. Violeta looked a little better.

He heard him chuckle at them before opening the door.

“Please come in.” he told them.

They entered as he switched the close sign to open. Shoto was at the counter.

“You're here really early today fu chan.” Shoto said as they chose a table to sit at toward the back. Therefore they were somewhat out of sight from anyone coming in.

“The club isn’t active today so I was just showing my friend Sonny here at the cafe, because I thought the food here was really good.” he told Shoto.

Shoto could only smirk mischievously. 

“You hear that Uki, the food is good.” he heard Shoto repeat back.

It made him grimace.

“Well, I’ll have you know Uki’s been handling most of the cooking.” Shoto bragged.

“Is that so?” he asked before he looked in Mr. Violeta’s direction.

“Well then I’ll do a better job not to bite the hand that feeds me.” he said. 

Mr. Violeta looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. 

That was odd.

Was he being nice today?

“Alban should be in to take your orders soon as he gets here.” Shoto said just as the jingle of the doorbell went off revealing Alban in the flesh.

“I’m here!” he shouted. 

He was panting heavily.

“Sorry classes ran over a little heavier than expected.” he told him. 

“You're fine Alban, when you get settled we have customers.” he told him. Alban looked away from him to scan the room to see them in the corner.

“Got you!” he said, confirming his targets as he quickly ran to the back to change into their cafe outfit which was just an apron.

“Hey fu chan!” he called out from around the counter.

“Hi Alban!” he called as he made his way over to them.

“This is my friend Sonny.” he said as Alban got close with menus in hand. 

“Hello, Mr. Sonny.” Alban said to him with a bright smile. 

“...” Sonny didn’t say a word, but just stared at Alban.

The hell?

“Um…” Alban said a bit uncomfortable before looking over at him. 

He kicked Sonny under the table catching his attention to pull away his eye contact and glare directly at him.

“...Excuse him Alban ” he filled in the empty space.

“He had a long day so he’s tired and hungry.” he explained. Alban seem to buy that excuse because he beamed another smile.

“Oh I understand wholeheartedly how you feel! Well I’ll leave you the menu then. Fu chan you want the usual?” he asked, giving Sonny a menu.

“A big helping of Takoyaki today please.” he told Alban who chuckled.

“Don’t order too much or Uki’s going to ban you from it.” he said pointing at the menu where his name was edited on the menu where it said.

“Mr. Ovid. Banned from sweets.” right on the sweets section of the menu.

“Tch.” he could only say since he knew Alban was right. 

“What the hell got you banned from sweets?” Sonny asked him.

“The destruction I left behind.” he told him.

“Yeah, let’s just wipe that from our memory, because I had to help clean up.” Shoto said, slightly disgusted. 

“Luckily I was off that day.” Alban said.

Sonny could only give him a wtf look.

“I’ll go ahead and place your order then fu chan and I'll come back for you Mr. Sonny.” Alban said after jotting down on his piece of paper. He walked away placing the paper on a hook and went to help Shoto by the counter to give Sonny some time to order.

It didn’t take too long before Shoto called for him.

“Hey fu chan! We’re low on supplies, you mind getting a smaller helping of what you ordered?” he heard him shout.

He grimaced. He was kinda looking forward to the food since it was good. 

“How small?” he asked Shoto who waited for a moment before responding. Apparently he was communicating with Mr. Violeta.

“Very small.” he answered back.

He grimaced again.

“Very small won’t fill me up…could I perhaps get unbanned from sweets?” he asked. 

That would probably hold him over for now.

“Hell no.” Shoto and a very faded voice said in agreement.

Right…he did that thing not too long ago.

“What about sandwiches?” Shoto asked him after another pause.

Now sandwiches weren't a bad idea. In fact he could probably work with that and the takoyaki. However he wanted to try something the other cafe’s did. 

“If I accept the sandwiches, can I have a special request?” he asked. Shoto gave him an odd look before turning to the source he was talking to.

“Uki, you’ve been summoned.” he heard him say. It didn’t take long for Mr. Violeta to come from the kitchen. He moved weary but he came toward him anyway.

“Was there a particular sandwich you wanted?” he asked him.

He had no idea why he kept asking what he wanted. He was really fine with anything. 

Actually…he just had a thought.

“No, but could you draw little sheeps on it?” he asked him. That would be a great idea!

“On the sandwich?” he was asked.

“Yeah.” he told him.

“Sure? Anything else?” he asked, his voice sounded strained. It sounded like Mr. Violeta was doing his best to be polite.

“Could you do the moe moe kyun?” he asked him.

Was that an odd request? He just wanted to experience the cafe life.

“Mr. Ovid, I think you have the wrong idea about the type of cafe this is.” he heard him say.

“I think it’s the least that can be done for the slight inconvenience.” he told Mr. Violeta as innocently as possible.

“Since I was really looking forward to having takoyaki.” he said again.

There was silence since he couldn’t see him very well. 

“Fine.” he heard.

He knew he had a valid point.

“I’ll be back.” was all he heard as he heard him walk away. It didn’t take him long to return with the food Sonny was already enjoying his soup Alban brought for him, and he ordered another one strangely enough.

The clatter of dishes pushed in front of him reached his eyes as he looked up as he caught a glance of Mr. Violeta’s hands getting ready to do the design on this sandwich. He wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t excited about it. 

He could feel Sonny’s eyes on him, probably disgusted. But he didn’t care, he was comfortable with this cafe to ask this request. Soon enough he saw cute sheeps drawn on the sandwich.

“Ohhh.” he said. Mr. Violeta’s art was very impressive.

“That’s cute.” he said honestly as he finished up.

“I don’t usually do this for sandwiches, but since this was such a “special” situation.” he told him.

He ignored the emphasis on special.

“Moe moe kyun.” he said very dryly.

Now that’s when his immersion stopped. That was so dry with no emotion that it made him frown.

“You couldn’t do that more…cutely?” he asked him.

“Excuse me?” the tone in his voice changed.

However he wasn’t going to back down from this.

“Well your movement was so…stiff and there was no emotion in your voice.” he told him.

“Mr. Ovid, I told you already this isn’t that type of cafe.” he said.

“Even if it’s not, you could have at least pretended after saying you would do it. I could do a better job.” he told him outright.

“Oh really?” the tone in his voice definitely changed now.

“Ok Mr. Big shot, let’s see you do it then.” he told him, extending his arm out to show him how it’s done.

He shot up out of his chair.

“Ok, go sit down.” he told him, pointing to his original chair. He was going to show him how it was done.

“Observe carefully.” he told him.

He stretched to ready his vocal cords.

“MOE MOE KYUNNNNNN!” he said in the most motivating voice.  His hands formed a heart toward Mr. Violeta and the sandwich with one of his legs kicked up.

He stood confidently from what he remembered one of the cafe’s doing. 

“And that’s how it’s done.” he told him.

He looked over to Sonny who most definitely had the most disgusted look on his face from exposing him to his performance.

“Ok!” Mr. Violeta said standing up from where he was seated. He motioned him to return to his seat, which he did. 

There was only a moment of a pause before he reached out to grab hold of the side of his face. It was his scent that hit him first before he jolted from his sudden touch. 

He then leaned close to his ear.

“Moe moe kyun.” he heard him. His voice dropped deadly low to where it vibrated and caused his ear to catch on fire. His grasp was soft to touch and his scent lingered on his nose. 

“Effective enough?” he heard Mr. Violeta ask enough to make him jolt out of it.

Fuck…

How long did he space out? He could hear the smirk on his lips.

“Sorry the smell of the food got to me. I must be hungry after waiting for so long.” he played it off smoothly.

Good job Fulgur.

“You sure it wasn’t just because you had unreasonable demands before you got to your food?” he countered. 

This fucking guy….

The tension closed in hot along with the silence.

“I’m eating my damn sandwich.” he told him, shoving one of them into his mouth. He refused to admit he was right.

“Enjoy your damn sandwich.” he told him sweetly as he walked away.

“What the hell was all that about?” Sonny asked him.

“What was what about?” he asked him.

“That…that whole thing.” Sonny told him.

“It’s what I usually deal with.” he told him.

“You mean the violent level of questionable fli…?” Sonny asked him before he cut him off.

“There is no way in hell that was flirting.” he snapped.

”I don’t know man, you've been out of the game so long you're out of practice. There were some interesting sparks flying.” Sonny told him.

“Sonny, don’t let me hurt you.” he told his friend who threw his hands up in defense.

“Ok I won’t mention it again. By the way, this soup is really good.” he told him. There was some more silence before he said something again.

“I don’t know man, looking at it from my point of view, I think this was your fault. You tend to get under people's skin. So maybe this was justified.” he told him.

Huh?!

“Really?” he asked Sonny, surprised.

“Fulgur…let me ask you a serious question. Was all that other shit necessary?” he asked him.

“You talking about the moe moe kyun?” he asked Sonny. 

Sonny just gave him an are you for real look.

“It’s a trend for cafes!” he told him, biting into his sandwich.

“And clearly the owner said otherwise.” he reminded him, pointing his spoon at him.

He continued eating, ignoring him. 

“Just admit you were being a man child. And apologize to the owner.” Sonny told him who was pointing toward the counter.

“The ground to hell will swallow me up before I say sorry to that man.” he quipped quickly. He turned to look toward the counter and could see Mr. Violeta facing his direction from there he quickly flashed a middle finger.

Which was quickly reciprocated with his middle finger causing Sonny to sigh.

He couldn’t stand that guy…

--Scoreboard--

Mr. Violeta-8

Mr. Ovid-7

---Winner today---

Mr. Violeta

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--[Yeah The Food]--

Alban had returned with a third bowl of soup for Sonny, placing it on the table for him.

“I’m sorry mister Sonny! I didn’t know we were doing something new today so let me do the honors of blessing your soup.” he quickly said.

He cleared his voice slightly as he looked like he was recalling something from memory.

“Moe moe kyun!” he said cutely, raising his hand like it was a cat paw against his face.

Sonny stared at Alban which seem like forever which caused him to be embarrassed as he started a coughing fit to break the silence.

“Well excuse me, I have things to tend to enjoy your meal mister Sonny!” he said meekly as he ran away.

Sonny said and stared off into space for a while at what he just witnessed. 

Fulgur had returned to his seat giving him an odd look.

“Hey Fulgur.” Sonny called out.

“Yeah?” he responded.

“This place is awesome.” Sonny told him, getting Fulgur to grin.

“I told you, you’d like this place, the food is good right?!” he said.

“Yeah…the food.” Sonny trailed off slightly glancing over to the flustered young man who was talking to a confused Shoto who stopped what he was doing to calm him down.

Chapter Text

“Uh mister, are you going to be ok?” The receptionist asked, a bit concerned.

Of course there was a reason to be…

He was panting and sweating heavily like someone had drenched him, but he pulled off enough donations to last the person who chose his donation a lifetime.

He was exhausted, but ecstatic!

He slammed his hand on the table to steady himself, startling the receptionist.

“I’m doing fantastic!” he said loudly as he pushed all his collected vials on the table toward the very concerned receptionist.

No one had no idea the surge of energy that came before him when he had looked at his phone.

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The little app notification dawned in an animated emoji saying congratulations! Your donation was chosen and is processing!

He dropped his phone with a subtle thud in the middle of the floor. He was about to take some medication on the counter that also spilled out his hand onto the floor.

Oh my god…

It’s happening… 

He picked up his phone to read the contents again in case he was dreaming.

“Congratulations! Your donation was chosen and is processing!” It said again when he opened up the app instead it was in bright celebratory colors with animated graffiti.

He dropped the phone again.

Oh my god…

It was actually happening!

Someone picked his donation!

He hasn't heard anything since, so he figured it just wasn’t picked, and they tossed it out.

But someone did after all this time!

Did he need to do something?

What would you even do in this instance?

He started pacing around the room, his mind was in shambles until he finally came to a halt.

He could write a letter?

He immediately ran over to his laptop and started jotting down whatever came to mind. He lifted up the paper, re-reading it over and over. Nodding with what he wrote he was satisfied then a thought came across his head.

What did processing even mean?

He quickly maneuvered into a shelf that he threw the donation book ages ago, skimming through the endless pages until he found what he was looking for.

Processing; Working with the donee with the insemination process.

Didn’t that just mean that person just needed more donations?!

He forgot all about his task for that day and stormed out the door.

Chapter Text

“Ok Mr. Violeta we are getting ready to start. I’m just checking over some things.” Doctor Haywire told him stepping into the room jotting down on his clipboard.

Him on the other hand, was dressed in a gown with his legs sprawled in each direction laying on his back like he was going to give birth.

“Ok!” he told the doctor.

Today was the day for the insemination! 

The blood work came back positive, along with everything else stating he was healthy enough to be having this baby!

Unfortunately… it was like Shoto’s been saying the whole time.

It had to go up his ass...

“Are you comfortable?” the doctor asked.

“As comfortable as I’m going to get with my bottom half being exposed.” he said.

“Understood, I'll be back as quickly as possible.” he said, stepping out.

And there was silence again.

It took awhile for everything to process, but this was the main step to get started. He wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t a little nervous doing this by himself, but if he didn’t then it was never going to happen.

He’s already wasted too much time on noncommittal lazy alphas that give false promises.

Doctor Haywire came in with some tools as he sat down in a stool with wheels. He rolled toward him in the front so he could see him.

“So the procedure should be quick. After we put the sperm in you’ll just lay here for a few minutes to help the process along, and then we’ll just monitor and wait to see if it works as the weeks go by.” he told him.

“Any questions?” Doctor Haywire asked.

“No.” he told him.

“I’m ready.” he said confidently.

“Ok then, let’s get…” he was interrupted by a door slamming open.

“Doctor Haywire, wait!” a nurse said, running into the room. They whispered in his ear, and all he could see was his eye’s widening from what she told him.

He looked at her like she was crazy.

Was there a problem?!

“Um…” he started and Doctor Haywire looked at him.

“Mr. Violeta, we’ll have to postpone your appointment.” he told him.

“What?!” he asked.

The doctor looked a bit frazzled as he did.

“You see…your donor happen to give more donations. Like a lot…and in order to give you the best possible outcome of this working we need the best sperm…” he said, placing the tools on the table smoothly, taking his glasses off to clean them.

“So we have to check each one for any imperfections, and match it with the current one we selected.” he told him. 

“So this will have to be postponed.” the doctor told him.

It was like the words postpone echoed…

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And there he was by the counter staring into space.

Did the universe really not want him to have children or something?

“Mr. Violeta.” the receptionist called him.

He looked at them who gave him a reassuring smile.

“I have some news!.” they said.

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He returned home closing the door behind him he sighed. 

Nothing was accomplished today. He even took a day off for this day. All he came back with was a letter from the donor that stalled everything.

He remembered what the receptionist said.

“So…I don’t think we’re allowed to do this but, I have a letter for you from your donor.” they said, handing him the letter.

A letter from the mysterious donor?

Oh he better have a good reason after interrupting his procedure today. He thought as he opened the letter. He was ready for whatever this letter had to say.

And then his eyes widened.

Hello! 

If this letter ever reaches you, I wanted to send you a Congratulations on your pregnancy! 

I was very surprised when I received the notification, and didn’t exactly know what to do with the news. I just sent more donations instead, in case you will need them in the future during your journey. 

You see my time has run out when it comes to having children so this was my last hope to become a parent in some shape or form. So if you need anything, like anything at all within my ability please let me know. 

This isn’t what I expected fatherhood to be like, but as I write this letter to you I feel very ecstatic and protective right now and willing to support from afar, if you allow me too of course! I wish you a safe delivery and thank you for making my little dream come true!

-From your donor 

He chuckled at the last few statements. 

This isn’t what he expected either, but he felt very warm and protected by this small letter despite not being pregnant right now. The man sounded like an older gentleman by the way the letter sounded. So everything that happened today wasn’t his donor’s fault, it was just bad timing and miscommunication. 

He could live with that.

In fact he felt more compelled to continue with this pregnancy for his donors sake. He seem like a really nice guy, and that’s a good trait to have. He’ll just have to wait until everything is ready. There was no rush since he decided.

With that thought, he looked for some pen, and some paper. He’ll write his donor a quick response back. When he returned to the hospital he’ll give the letter to the receptionist.

Hopefully he’ll receive it.

Chapter Text

“Fulgur, where were you?! You didn’t show up like you said.” Vox asked him as he flopped down on his couch exhausted to all hell.

Exhausted, but he felt good. 

“Why the hell are you grinning like a mad man.” he heard his brother again. He could see him utterly confused through his bangs.

“I made more donations.” he told him. 

Vox looked perplexed at what he just said.

“What?!” he shouted.

“You went back?” Vox asked.

“Yeah.” he said.

“Did your thing.” Vox said, making an exaggerated jerking off motion.

“Yeah.” he confirmed again.

“And made more donations?! So you're just making a cult out here now?!” Vox shouted astonished.

Ok well maybe he should clarify…

“No, it’s the same person Vox. My donation was picked so I sent more in case they needed it for the pregnancy to work or they wanted more children in the future.” he said.

Vox immediately went from ten to zero. He pinched his nose again.

“Oh thank god.” he said sitting down.

It took him a moment to realize what he said again.

“Wait, your donation was picked?!” Vox yelled.

All he could do was grin.

“But it’s been so long.” Vox said.

“I know.” he said.

“Are they pregnant now?” he asked.

“All the notifications said is processing.”

“And what the fuck does that mean?” Vox asked, confused.

“In the process of insemination?” he said from his understanding.

“Doesn’t that mean they just need more donations?” Vox asked.

“Already ahead of it.” he told him.

“Oh right…” Vox said.

They sat in silence for a moment.

“Well shit, this is suspenseful. When’s the next update?” Vox asked.

“I don’t know.” he told him honestly.

“They only notify that the donation was selected, and if they need me for more donations. I think that’s all.” he told Vox.

“What the hell? What kind of system is this? So you just become some stud and that’s it? Thank you for your donation, now fuck off.” Vox said.

Honestly as much as it sucked it was fair. And besides he signed up for it.

“Well it’s a sperm bank, what do you want them to do?” he asked.

“I want an update! my damn nephew or niece is out there by god knows who, living who knows what type of life, fatherless, being raised by an unknown man…” Vox went on a tangent again.

“Voxy, we don’t even know who the donee is, which is why there’s a thing called privacy.” he told him.

“I hate that you're right, but I also hate that you just didn’t knock someone up instead.” Vox said.

“Well technically…” he started.

“If you say you did it responsibly, I’m going to beat you.” Vox said.

He threw his hands up in silence.

He didn’t say it, Vox did.

All Vox could do was sigh.

“So I’m guessing you haven't taken the medication yet.” he asked him.

“I was going to today, but then I got that message, so I’ll postpone it a little more.” he told Vox.

“That sounds fine to me. Just make sure you take it eventually. I don’t want anything happening to you.” Vox told him.

“Yes Voxy.” he said.

There was some more silence before Vox stood up.

“Alright! Let’s go get some drinks. The kids are with Shoto’s parents tonight. So let’s celebrate your fatherhood.” his brother told him.

He could only smile. Taking Vox extended hand to get assistance getting off the couch but he patted Vox on the back.

“Even though I give you a lot of shit, I'm proud of you brother.” Vox told him.

“Thank you brother.” he told him.

“I wish I had more time, but you know as soon as I take that medicine it’s going to destroy all chances at having children.” he told Vox.

“I know, I just wish you found your person. You're too good a guy for this to happen to you.” 

“Sometimes being good doesn’t cut it brother.” he told him.

“Don’t say that. It does, it’s just…” Vox sighed again.

“Let’s go get these drinks. I know a pretty good place that will blow your mind.” he said, patting him on the back.

“Really? Well then I can’t wait to go.” he agreed.

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----[In The Eyes Of A Receptionist]---

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They were very concerned at the amount of vials that was pushed in their direction.

That was...a concerning amount.

“Uh mister, are you going to be ok?” they asked.

“I’m doing fantastic!” he said sweating and completely out of breath.

"Was there a reason for your donation for today?" they asked.

"I got the notification that the donee was in processing." he told them.

Oh...

They couldn't help but smile at the man who seem like he was on his last leg at life. He was excited that this was happening and they were happy for him however...

The donee was in the middle of an appointment from their knowledge, and having him produce this much unexpected donations was going to stop the donee's procedure. Plus they did not call him for more donations.

"Mister." they called sharply.

"While we appreciate the sudden donations, we did not notify you we needed more." they lightly scolded.  They motioned for a co worker to take the donations who went wide eyed at the amount giving them a super questionable look, but they gave them a don't ask questions just take it look as the coworker took the donations and disappeared into the background to continue with the process.

"Sorry...I  didn't know what to do." he told them honestly. 

He stood there awkwardly before he slid a letter toward their direction.

"Mister, I can't take bribes..." they were cut off.

"No, no, no! I was just trying to see if you can give this to the donee, if they happen to pass through." he requested.

They squinted.

"Please?" he asked.

They didn't think passing a letter was against the rules...

"Ok, if I see them, I'll pass it along." they said to keep the identity of the person.

The biggest grin encroached on his face.

"Thank you." he said as he walked out the building.

They could only sigh.

That was the happiest they ever seen mister. 

The door swinging open startled them as he saw Mr. Violeta, ironically the donnee staring into space like their life had just flashed before their eyes.

This was probably the most confused and distraught he ever seen Mr. Violeta seeing their co worker probably alerted the doctor at the sudden donation.

“Mr. Violeta.” the receptionist called him.

He looked at them who gave him a reassuring smile.

“I have some news!.” they said.

Chapter Text

The sounds of popping streamers and confetti were heard before the colorful display exploded in his face. What he thought was going to be an ordinary work week turned into a surprise party.

Alban and Shoto were wearing the late night shift attire for the second half of their store.

The bar.

“Congratulations your pregnant bitch!” were spelled out hanging on the wall as Shoto and Alban repeated the words he saw.

This was sweet of them however…

He wasn’t pregnant.

“I’m not pregnant, guys.” he told them, putting down his bag.

“WHAT!” Shoto shouted storming up to him.

“What happened? Did something go wrong? Did you change your mind?” Shoto peppered him with questions.

“The donor gave more unexpected donations so the doctor postponed the insem…”

“Ugh I hate when you say that word.” Shoto shivered up.

“ination…” he finished up.

“He gave more donations? Why?” Shoto asked.

“In case I wanted more children.” he told him.

“Did you want more children?” Shoto asked.

“Shoto, I’m struggling just to have the one. Can we just take one step at a time please.” he told him exasperated.

“Damn, well alright.” Shoto said.

“Alban, this plan was a bust, let's clean this up.” Shoto told him.

“On it!” Alban said, running for a broom.

“Thank you for doing this though.” he told them. It was definitely a surprise. It didn’t seem to register what he said to Shoto because he paused.

“Wait, you saw your donor?” Shoto asked.

“No, I received a letter from him whenever he stopped by for his donations.” he told him.

“Well?” Shoto asked.

He couldn’t help but squint his eyes.

“Well what?” he asked the man which caused him to sigh exasperated.

“What did the letter say! Come on Uki!” he yelled.

“It was just a nice thank you letter, he didn’t say anything crazy. Why are you freaking out?” he told Shoto.

“I’m not freaking out! You're just holding in details! And it’s getting to me” he shouted.

“You are holding in details.” Alban chimed in as he swept.

“Are you going to write back?!” he asked.

What was going on?

He was not being double teamed right now.

“Are you going to help Alban at all? Because he’s practically done.” he shot a question with another question.

Shoto looked behind him, and indeed Alban was sweeping up the last bit of trash on the floor.

“What the hell Alban!” Shoto yelled, causing him to laugh.

“It’s ok Shoto, this broom and I have it all under control.” he teased him.

“Well shit! Now I feel like an asshole! Shoto yelled.

“Well, you can prep change the shop since Alban cleaned up.” he told Shoto.

Nice diversion to avoid any more questioning.

“Yeahhhh, I’ll do that. Alban, pay attention since you’ll be doing the night shift soon.” Shoto told Alban who was done cleaning up. 

The cool thing about their little cafe was the fact they could turn it into a bar single handley without affecting the cafe. The wall behind the counter was able to rotate revealing all sorts of alcoholic beverages displayed on the wall with the sign, the third eye emitting light. 

The only thing they had to do was switch out the sign outside to say the third eye. Everything else fell into place.

Alban looked stunned as Shoto pushed a button demonstrating the transformation.

“WE CAN DO THAT?!” he yelled.

“Welcome to the night shift.” he told Alban.

“We can also push and lock the wall in place in case the button doesn’t work too.” Shoto said.

“We found that out because you know who used the button too much, gand broke the wall.” he told Alban pointing at Shoto.

“Bitch, I fixed it!” he shouted.

“Correction, your husband fixed it with money.” he told Shoto, causing him to scowl because he was right. The perks for also having Shoto as a longtime friend was he lucked out, and married rich.

Vox immediately sent a repair man to fix the problem because one, Shoto broke it and felt bad and two, Shoto declared he was going to fix the wall himself. 

And Shoto should not fix anything by himself…

So, Vox's repairs to the cafe/bar area definitely were needed when they first started out. The area works like a fine tune machine.

All they do now to prepare is get the food ready.

“This is like the coolest thing I've ever seen.” Alban said. It caused them to smile.

To be honest it was the coolest thing he invested in when he bought the building from an elderly woman who couldn’t run her business anymore. She gave up the bottom part of it and she still resided on the top half. She would stop by occasionally to buy coffee or tea from them.

“The atmosphere is going to change from our usual routine in the cafe Alban. There’s going to be a lot of Alphas coming in so be sure to be on your guard because they will hit on you. Other than that, the majority of them are just here for drinks and banter.” he told Alban. 

He had to warn Alban because he was also an omega.

“Well that doesn’t sound terrible. But I don’t think anyone would hit on me.” Alban said.

He looked at Shoto who looked back at him with an expression of, he doesn't know.

That one Alpha Mr. Ovid brought in and had his eyes glued on Alban every time he was in his vicinity. However, like Mr. Ovid said he didn’t do anything inappropriate.

Ugh…

He thought about Mr. Ovid again. He hadn’t seen him since the book club took a little break due to how the scheduling was. It gave them time to read the books and come back with analysis and discussions on whichever book they were on. 

Sometimes the members would stop by to read in the cafe specifically because of the cozy atmosphere it had which still brought in business so either way the book club is a success due to Mr. Ovid stepping in for the director.

He shook his head.

He was still thinking about him…

At least he had a break from that man.

A quick knock on the door in a particular musical fashion broke his train of thought. 

They all looked at each other.

It was way too early for opening since they hadn’t preped the food yet. 

“I’ll get it.” Alban said as he approached.

He opened the door.

“Oh hey Vox!” Alban said suddenly.

“Hey Alban!” he heard Vox say.

“I know you’re not open yet but I figured I’d get the vip treatment for married to Shoto.” he told him, making his way in.

“Vox, what did I tell you about doing that.” Shoto yelled.

“What? The kids aren’t home, my wife’s at work spending absolutely no time with me and all I have is my brother who by the way mind I add on has lost his ever living mind.” Vox continued on.

And he started his thing.

“Vox don’t start this again…isn’t this the cafe?” a very familiar voice was heard behind him trailing in with a faint familiar scent.

“Yeah, and I told you I had to work yesterday!” Shoto's voice sounded very faded away as he squinted his eyes at the source that followed in behind Vox who proceeded to match Shoto's energy on whatever disagreement they had about them spending time together.

Alban motioned to him he was going to continue the prep as the two knuckleheads went into bickering mode.

The figure had come out from behind Vox and had sat at the bar. An all too familiar build donning the same outfit he’s always wore.

Speak of the devil…

"We're not open yet.” he told the devil himself.

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----[Make Things Right]----

--[A Double Shifters POV]--

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He was sweeping up the mess off the floor while Shoto was questioning Uki.

This was the usual tempo in this place that he worked for.

His name was Alban Knox and he was currently attending college thanks to Uki and Shoto when he was at his lowest. He was an omega that resulted to stealing due to his circumstances, but he obviously stole from the wrong people.

His lightly chuckled remembering Uki catching him red handed, knife in hand and all as he was left cowering on the floor in terror. He thought Uki was seriously the scariest omega he ever cross paths with.

How did he actually get a job here?

Well...

"You think life is so hard that you had to try to steal from me?" Uki icily asked holding a knife to keep him frozen on the floor.

"How about I give you an opportunity to make things right?" he asked him.

And here he was working part time at the cafe. However this place always had surprises at every corner.

Suddenly his boss wanted to have some unknown man's baby. They had an Alpha leading a book club that his boss dislikes that he fights back and forth with. Shoto was always getting into something in some shape or form. The place was always bustling and doing something unexpected that he was always excited coming in from class. And since Uki was preparing to have this child he was training to fill in at the bar that he never knew existed until now with a brand new uniform. 

"Are you going to help Alban at all..." Uki asked Shoto who yet again lost track of time. It broke him from his thoughts.

Here they go again.

Yeah...as wrong as it sounds he's glad he tried to rob this place so he could make things right.

“It’s ok Shoto, this broom and I have it all under control.” he teased.