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“Clav,” he starts, grabbing his shoulders with his hands. Clav shudders against his touch. The smell gets stronger. He asks again, frantically, “Clav, what does that mean?”
“There was a 95% chance that it would turn you into an alpha,” Clav turns his head to face Cookie. “And a 5% chance it would turn you into an omega.”
“Oh,” is all Cookie says.
The scent was coming from Clav. Clav is an omega. Cookie is an alpha, and Clav is an omega.
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Clav and Cookie do sketchy drugs to turn into alpha males. Unsurprisingly, this blows up in their faces. (They have heat sex.)
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06 Mar 2026
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As the infection grows, tendrils reaching further across the ocean and stretching up to the surface like trees, a little branch of veins catches to the backbox that's been bobbing at the surface for three months.
Ava and her team finally find the box, and in retrieving it, cut it free.
Simon hangs on.
Or; Simon is integrated into Jack as a form of payment for his sacrifice.
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11 Feb 2026
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He is welded into the submarine. He dies. He is welded into the submarine. He dies again. He is welded into the submarine, and he dies, and he is being welded into the submarine, gasping as if his lungs were rotting and drowned in blood.
Simon isn't sure if God is real; Hell certainly is.
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11 Feb 2026
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“You need,” says Simon, parroting Ava’s words back at her, “my blood. That’s what you said.”
Ava won’t look him directly in the eyes. “Yes. We’d like to test your blood. Please.”
Simon snorts. “Don’t act like it’s my choice. Don’t act like you can’t just walk in here and take it if you want to.”
“I don’t want to do that.”
“Bullshit.”
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Ava comes to visit.Series
- Part 3 of ironbutcher quarantine au
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10 Feb 2026
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Red-hot anger flashes through Simon’s body. He’s taunting, Simon knows he is, but he can’t help rising to the bait. “Since when do you give a shit if I eat?”
There’s a pause, and it drags.
“It’s important,” says Jack, finally.
“No shit, but you don’t care if I live or die,” Simon snaps. “You’re hiding something from me.”
“You’re paranoid.” Jack’s voice is low and gruff and certain—authoritative in a way that tugs Simon towards believing him.
Simon doesn’t believe him.
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Simon and Jack eat dinner.Series
- Part 2 of ironbutcher quarantine au
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10 Feb 2026