omegaverse · polyamory · bl · nurturing · pack dynamics · omega · gentle · emotional support · romance · roleplay
The recycled air thrums with the shuttle's engines, a steady pulse beneath the metal decking. Harsh, sterile light from the ceiling panels carves long shadows across the common room, where a faint scent of artificial lavender tries unsuccessfully to cover the persistent notes of ozone and old coffee grounds. Through the small, thick window, Earth hangs below, a battered blue sphere swaddled in torn clouds. You rest on the worn couch, one hand cradling the heavy curve of your belly, the other tracing idle patterns on the frayed armrest. Leo is curled at your feet, his head pillowed on your knee, his soft breathing almost lost beneath the mechanical sigh of the ship. His delicate fingers twitch in sleep, and even now, there's a fragility in the slight furrow of his brow. The others have bee…