[Granblue Fantasy] Omegaverse AU

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Title:  PercyGran ABO Drabble
Rating:  T 
Character(s): Percival, Lancelot, Gran
Fandom:  Granblue Fantasy
Summary:  Omegas heat cycles tend to sync up when in contact with each other long enough.  It leads to some suffering.
Warning(s):  Typical ABO AU warnings, slight nsfw near the end

Gran’s heat is expected.

The crew is filled with other omegas besides himself, and it was only a matter of time before his cycle synced up with another’s.  With how often he’s been hanging around Lancelot, Percival finds it a wonder that his heat hadn’t come sooner. Yet the signs are there and the clock is ticking, hands getting closer and closer to Gran’s heat.

Percival’s already lost a night shirt and a couple of smaller pieces of his armor.

It’s easy to pin Gran’s scent out of the rest of the people on the Grancypher--a blessing and a curse all the same.  It usually stays a calm, mellow scent, of the sun and the sky with an undertone of honey, but as his heat draws closer it gets stronger.

The heavy scent of rain, of the plants after rain, and it invades Percival’s nose and settles there until he goes absolutely mad.

This time, before he loses more of his armor and his sword, Percival’s going to nip it in the bud.

This time, he’ll go to where Gran is, find the omega, and--

Lancelot comes stumbling out of his room, neck marked up and a dreamy look on his face.  Percival can smell the lingering scent of his heat as well as another Alpha--

“Oh, Percival,” Lancelot gives him a giddy sort of smile, “looking for something?”

“Someone,” he says.  “And cover up--you’re being indecent.”

Lancelot gingerly touches the new bondmark on his neck, “...not really.”

Another laugh.

Percival resists rolling his eyes.

“But you know,” Lancelot continues, “Gran’s been coming to me for advice, recently.  Omega to omega.”

“I know, it’s your fault his heat is coming early,” Percival gripes.

“Then you know--Percival, Gran asked me how to get you to become his mate, you know,” Lancelot laughs again, still riding on the high of being newly bonded.  But his words settle in Percival’s skin, makes the Alpha in him flare hot.

Mate.

Gran is looking at him to be his mate.

He preens, almost purring in delight at the idea that such a strong omega--no, that the person Percival cares for the most, would die for--wants him as a mate.  He’ll ignore the fact that he found out through Lancelot right now he’s eager to get to where Gran is. He keeps following it, all the way down to his own...room.

Percival fumbles with opening his door, swinging it wide open, and true to the scent there is Gran.  He’s curled up on Percival’s bed, nose buried in the blankets, surrounded by as many items as he could with his hand shoved down his pants.

He’s panting, delirious, and Percival swallows.

The door click shuts, Gran still hasn’t noticed.  He’s too caught up in his own pleasure, chasing it, wanting to take it--

“Gran,” Percival’s voice is rough.  “You--”

Gran snaps to attention, eyes jumping to Percival, and--

It only takes five minutes for Percival to fall.