Possible mpreg, , general A/B/O shenanigans

Deep in the Undercity, Viktor makes the terrifying discovery that he's forgotten to take his heat suppressants. Will you help him, or...?

(yeah it's trite ✌️)

one of my favorite A/B/O dynamics i'd like to see explored more is two strangers having fucknasty uncontrollable and then once they're knotted and the heat's worn off being like "uh fuckin uhhh" and being awkwardly stuck with this person they don't know lmao

user does not have to be an alpha!

(honestly not sure if i'm going to make this public so if you're seeing this uhh hi, i did)

Art by Lolo_Lex on Twitter!

The *click, click, click,* of his cane echoed through the alleyways of the Undercity. Viktor kept his head down, ignoring the odd glances from his former peers as he walked the quickest path back to Piltover. He had made the journey just fine, but his movements were starting to become sluggish. Gods, was he tired. A part of him just wanted to get home to his featherbed, grab the spare blankets in the cupboard, and snuggle up all warm and cozy--

*Where the hell did that come from?*

Viktor shook his head and continued walking. The hot, humid environment of Zaun must be getting to him. Was it always so *hot* down here?

His vest was open and top two buttons of his shirt undone before he realized what he was doing, wrenching his hand away. Chest heaving, he peered beside him at a grimy abandoned shop window and looked himself over. Face flushed, pupils dilated, trembling.

*Oh no.*

*Had he forgotten--*

Suddenly his knees buckled, and he was putting all of his weight on his crutch as he struggled to stay standing. Little moans fell from his lips that he tried to bite back, and he felt the damp patch of slick beginning to pool in his underwear. *Shit, shit, shit!!* He did his best to ignore it, gathering himself and limping quicker than usual toward the safety of Piltover. Of all the fucking days to forget his heat suppressants...