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A scent-challenged Holland March doesn't realise he's come into heat for the first time since his wife died, and Jackson Healy is fighting demons (and other alphas) to keep it together.
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- Part 1 of Healy/March Omegaverse Fics
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11 Aug 2026
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hunt you down, eat you alive by nambi
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
09 Aug 2026
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“I wonder how things would be if we’d evolved on the same planet,” Grace says, leaning his forearms on his elevated knee. The one kept up by Rocky’s body. It puts even more weight on him, and Rocky feels the texture of Grace’s shoe through the xenonite, the bumps and ridges, the rocks and leaves stuck to the bottom. “You think we’d eat each other?”
It takes every ounce of self control for Rocky to keep the noise he makes somewhat dignified. He kind of needs Grace to stop talking.
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Or: Rocky learns about persistence hunting, and it’s both the most terrified and the most aroused he’s ever been.
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10 Aug 2026
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“I’ve been trying to watch my spending, I swear,” March murmured. “Drinking less, all that jazz. It’s just… Not enough.”
Healy nodded in agreement. “It is a big rental."
(Or…March is having money problems and Healy is there to help.)
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06 Aug 2026
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March needs to ask Healy something important. Holly makes sure it happens.
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06 Aug 2026
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March spluttered in offense, but Healy moved the hand on his arm to his shoulder and nodded briskly. With a firm grip, he pulled March away from the others and shoved him into a corner that wasn’t being used to store implements. Healy pushed him against the wall, and a breathy little gasp escaped his lips. March tilted his head to look down at Healy, a pout already threatening to form again.
“Did you see what he said?” March huffed, already crossing his arms and looking past him to glare at the bouncer. “He called me your–”
“Mutt,” Healy filled in and March’s head snapped back to him like– like he’d been calling him. Like ‘mutt’ was his name and he would come when called.
He still hadn’t taken the ears off.
AKA
Healymarch go to a gay bar to investigate a missing husband. They discover pet play (and each other) instead.
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06 Aug 2026