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5 times Lando asked Oscar for another baby, and 1 time Oscar accidentally got him pregnant anyway.
Or: Lando has chronic baby fever for months while Oscar keeps saying “absolutely not,” right up until they’re standing in their bathroom at 2 a.m staring at two pink lines and Lando suddenly mumbling, “Oh…so that's why I cried over dinosaur nuggets.”
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16 Jun 2026
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Mack is pretty sure his neighbor hates his guts.
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- Part 4 of willmack fics
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14 Jun 2026
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"man, the line in there is crazy," Gabe muttered, entirely oblivious to the fact that Macklin’s lips were flushed and the collar of his shirt was thoroughly wrinkled.
"yeah, brutal," Will said, his voice entirely steady, though his heart was thumping a manic rhythm against his ribs. Mack just cleared his throat, casually adjusting his shirt like nothing had happened.
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11 Jun 2026
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i will love thee still, my dear, while the sands o’ life shall run. by mapetitepomme
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
08 Jun 2026
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This love that transcends boundaries shall bear fruits as sweet as the dawn after the longest night.
(Prince Macklin and Sir William are now mated. They weather through as the blessing of new life finally comes.)
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- Part 3 of under the cloak of night
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08 Jun 2026
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“when you say problem,” dr. smith makes another note, “how do you mean, exactly? do you find it difficult to reach orgasm outside of heat?”
“i find it difficult to reach orgasm at all.”
dr. smith’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead before he manages to school his expression back into polite, professional curiosity. “when was your last heat, macklin?”
“three months ago.”
“and when was your last orgasm?”
macklin frowns. he wracks his brain, trying to remember. he has a vague memory of being in a hotel room somewhere in new jersey, face down on the bed, screaming into a pillow as he jammed three fingers into his cunt and shook through the first orgasm he’d had in nearly a year.
“um, six or seven?”
“…days?”
“no,” macklin says, “months.”
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26 May 2026