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PART 9 Rookie Dreams and Nightmares 

 

Alpha!Tim Bradford x Omega!Rookie!reader 

Warnings: Omegaverse, light swearing, police things, gore, eventual smut, sexism, nesting, hurt/comfort, age gap, anxiety attack Tim's a hardass but is actually a sweetheart, protective Tim, reader has chronic illness not specified, chubby reader, service police dog.

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Day two, you forgot to buy cereal and anything important from the shops last night and are stuck eating chips and lollies for your breakfast. It makes you irritable, your hips hurt as does your legs and back, you just wanted a normal bowl of cereal to make matters worse you saw a shirtless Tim Bradford, broody alpha TO and damn. Your cheeks heat up just thinking about it but you force it into glaring at the bag of chips instead. Tim walks into the kitchen, now dressed, and searches the cupboards.

“We didn’t buy breakfast or coffee?” He asks while you still glare at your bag of chips.

“Right” he mutters once he’s facing you.

“We could’ve gone out for breakfast” he says. Who in their right mind goes out for breakfast? No breakfast is sitting in bed waking up while eating a bowl of cereal half awake and trying not to spill it while mentally preparing for life.

“Earth to rookie?” Tim waves a hand in front of your face and you look to him.

“Go get dressed, you can’t live off of chips” he nods. You open your mouth but he cuts you off.

“I’m not having you in this attitude all day, and not focused it’s an order from your training officer, go” oh he wants to pull that card does he. He’s right though and you sigh going to get dressed and slipping your shoes on. Apparently he knows his way around this part of LA, you’re lost, mostly, despite police work navigation was never your strong suit despite your first Tim test as rookie. Tim pulls up at a little cafe and gets out. You get out too wincing at a shot of pain that makes you sit back down.

“What happened?” Tim frowns standing in front of you as you take a small breath.

“I’m fine” you say.

“You just went to get up and sat back down real quick rookie” he says you have an attitude? What’s with him?

“Just some pain in my hips and back” you admit and you watch his features soften slightly.

“Do you want to wait in the car?” He asks.

“No, I want to see the menu, I’m fine” you force yourself to stand up again the shooting pain gone thankfully as you walk carefully into the cafe. You look at the menu, Tim standing too close for you to focus on the words his scent filling your nose. Everyone else smells dull around him.

“What are you gonna get?” You finally ask glancing to him, his face inches from yours looking over your shoulder. His eyes flick to yours staring intensely before the cashier calls you over and breaks the moment. You order a breakfast meal and a chocolate drink before sitting in a booth. You look around the shop, taking note of people, nobody too suspicious here. You notice some women sitting at a table smiling and nodding to Tim to each other. You glance back to Tim who watches the door and incoming and outing patrons oblivious. You don’t blame them, he’s strong alpha everything, down to looks, smell and attitude. You nudge his foot with yours and his eyes snap to yours.

“You’ve got admirers” you tease with a small smile despite the churn in your stomach. Tim frowns looking around before spotting the two women who smile at him brightly.

“So?” Tim says crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh come on” you huff.

“They’re pretty” you say quietly and he narrows his eyes. Not his type maybe? He leans forward arms on the table.

“We’re on a job, they don’t exist, right now our image does, you and me, a couple” he says final and you sigh as the waiter brings your food over. Always the job.

He’s bristling on the inside, those giggles from the women are making him grind his back teeth. They can see you, but they’re ignoring your existence on purpose he’s made his position pretty damn clear by standing too close to you while reading the menu. He can’t get over your sweet scent, being that close and not being able to cross the line of shoving his face in your neck is torture. He watches you eat some real food he knows last nights shopping plan didn’t execute very well with your snack hoarding, but he’ll make a list and go later today. You eat quietly, watching the room making sure nothing out of the ordinary is happening while he watches the door. You look so different in casual clothes, he’s so used to the uniform on your body. He likes this look, casual, comfortable, plain grey t-shirt and black sweatpants, sneakers, easy to move in and run if needed. His leg stretches out, hitting your side of the booth as a protective and imagery stance. He sees you frown and glance but make no comment about it. Like how he’s not going to comment on the nest you’ve built in your room. He saw it when he came out the shower the same time you left your room, his brain stopped seeing the pile of pillows and blankets partially and had to stop himself from purring at the sight. He blinks his mind interrupted by a high pitch voice.

“Hi, I’m Kathy” he looks to the brunette woman who smiles with overly white teeth another omega, she’s average height, with a slender frame, makeup done up nice. He resists the action of scrunching his nose up at her tart scent. He nods to the woman hoping she gets the hint.

“I was wondering if I could give you my phone number” she giggles and he blinks.

“No” he says and she frowns.

“Are you taken?” Her voice is disappointed.

“Yes he is” his eyes snap to yours as you speak up, you stare down the woman like you’re willing her to burn on the spot and his alpha pride swells.

“Oh, I thought you were a cousin or something” the other omega continues tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You open your mouth to say something but stop yourself making him smile, he wonders what you would’ve said unfiltered.

“Shall we go MY alpha” your voice is clipped but he likes that title, he likes that title much more than he should.

You give Tim a pointed look and he nods.

“Of course, omega” he smirks a little standing up with you as you leave the other omega standing there. You put your arm around his middle feeling him tense but you’re beyond reason right now as you finally make it to the car. You sigh as you sit in the passenger seat and rub your eyes. Your hips really hurt now from that stupid bench seat, at least the food was good till that omega interrupted. The drive back to the decoy house is quiet, you’re mentally scolding yourself and wondering why you acted like you had some sort of claim on him. This whole acting as a couple was getting too much. You go to your room and close your door once Mavericks inside, you curl up in your nest and go to the group chat with Lucy, Angela and Nyla. You hesitate on telling them what’s going on with you so you just give a brief update of things are going normal. You feel exhausted, you glance to the time 11 am, it’s not after lunch, usually you would love an afternoon nap. You sigh going to scroll on your phone instead while curled up in your nest, your eyes heavy before you finally fall asleep a little unwillingly.

Tim hasn’t heard movement from your room for an hour now his mind racing with possibilities. He grabs the list he made before he knocks on your door softly.

“Rookie?” He calls when he gets no answer he opens the door in a slight panic. You’re breathing though, alive, deeply asleep though. Maverick perks up from his spot curled up by your legs, his tail wagging. Tim walks over without thinking patting Maverick and hushing him gently so he doesn’t wake you. His eyes trail from your hip to your face following the curve of your body and deep breathing. Your mouth is slightly parted and the position you’re in can’t be good for any of your joints, but with your condition, the one you won’t tell him about, he wonders if it’s comfortable for you.

“Keep guard ok?” He whispers to Maverick who focuses his attention instantly. He feels his lips twitch up before he grabs one of the softer blankets and covers you before leaving, closing the door softly behind him.

You wake up around 1pm, yawning and stretching loudly, groaning as you crack and pop any joints. That was a good nap, you needed that. Mavericks still keeping your legs warm but he’s looking at you like he needs to go out.

“Ok come on” you huff getting up like an elderly woman before walking normally, letting him out the back. You see Tim on the couch watching the TV on mute.

“Hey” you greet and he glances to you.

“Sleep well?” He asks and you flush a little embarrassed.

“Yeah sorry” you say rubbing your eyes and yawning again.

“It’s alright, just warn me next time, thought you were compromised” he says looking back to the TV.

“Will do” you mutter checking the fridge huffing when you don’t see anything substantial.

“I’ll go shopping now you’re awake” you look back to Tim who is now standing and in the kitchen archway.

“Right, should I come?” You ask and he shakes his head.

“No, relax, just don’t fall asleep” he says grabbing the keys and leaving.

You look at Maverick who now sits on the kitchen floor staring at you.

“I know” you mutter.

“This all a big mess” you sigh and feeling all too real.

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Part 8 Rookie Dreams and Nightmares 

Alpha!Tim Bradford x Omega!Rookie!reader 

Warnings: Omegaverse, light swearing, police things, gore, eventual smut, sexism, nesting, hurt/comfort, age gap, anxiety attack Tim's a hardass but is actually a sweetheart, protective Tim, reader has chronic illness not specified, chubby reader, service police dog.

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You finished getting ready before going to the door before Tim calls.

“Hey wait” you slow turning to him.

“I need you to calm down” he says and you resist the urge to glare.

“I don’t mean- I just mean your scent is anxious, walking around the shop with an anxious omega will bring trouble” he says logically but avoids your eyes.

“How do you suggest I calm down?!” You don’t mean to snap and he stares wide eyed. You never snap, ever unless you’re at home then you snap at everything, the toaster, the shower, your shoes, your clothes, the carpet you tripped over yesterday.

“I-“ he stutters. Tim Bradford Sergeant TO stutters in front of you.

“Christ” he mutters running a hand down his face.

“We need my scent on you” he says avoiding your eyes at any cost and you feel your whole body heat up.

“Right” you mumble swallowing.

“How do- how do you want to um-“ nope you can’t say it.

“I’ll need to touch your neck” can you run away now? You nod your mind screaming to flee. Tim lifts his hands, slowly carefully, his eyes are yours even if you don’t look at him. He’s careful, the touch feather light making you shiver at the tickling sensation. His eyes are intense as he rubs his wrists against your neck near your scent glands before he pulls back. You hadn’t realised you closed your eyes till you open them, swallowing a little smelling Tim’s scent with your own and damn if your mind doesn’t jump places it shouldn’t.

“Should I-?” You gesture vaguely and he tenses, swallows and nods. You think alphas are more sensitive on their necks, it’s vulnerable, exposed, a death threat, you expect him to grab your hands and growl, but he doesn’t. You run your wrists along his neck his eyes staring intently at yours. Your hands falter fingers tracing over the side of his neck as you pull back without thinking. He smells like you now, something inside you is very please about that. Maverick barks, makes you jump a mile as he sits there patiently, it’s past his dinner time.

“Dog food” you say.

“Right” Tim nods blinking out of the moment gripping the keys and storming to the car. You sigh, lock the door and head to the car.

Can people tell? People have to tell i mean Tim’s, well Tim and you can’t act to save your life apparently so someone has to know. You suddenly forget how to shop staring at tomatoes way too long. Tim says your name quietly and you snap to look at him before going bright red and walking away promptly. You begin to grab stuff randomly, things you like, no thought about Tim who’s following beside you silently without objection. You grab snacks, lots of them, binge eating is the only way to survive this ordeal.

“Nesting huh?” You’re staring at the chip aisle before someone speaks to Tim.

“Yeah” Tim answers casually.

“It’s rough man” the strange alpha chuckles shaking his head while you try not to react.

“Maybe” Tim answers.

“Good luck” the man says and walks away you glance to Tim who watches him leave till he’s gone around the aisle.

“Suspect?” You ask softly.

“No” Tim and his one worded answers.

“Do you- do you want snacks?” You ask gesturing to the chips. Tim finally looks at you and you tense up again at the look. It’s intense, you can’t read it and it only lasts a seconds before he grabs a random chip bag you don’t think he even read before walking off. You sigh and follow. At the checkout the middle aged beta woman gives you a knowing smile and you grit your teeth. You’re not nesting! You’ve never nested in your life!

In the car your arms are crossed over your arms. Nesting isn’t a soul purpose of an omega, you can have a perfectly normal bed and be happy. Stupid betas don’t know what they’re on about, actually stupid everyone, omegas are so much more than warm fuzzy blankets and cuddles and coddling! You storm into the house, you feed Maverick the argument still raging in your head before you realise you’ve stripped your bed and thrown all the linen on the floor.

Oh no.

You slam your door shut breathing heavily. What happened? When did this happen? You were having an argument in your head and now you’re tearing apart the room? You’re not nesting, definitely not nesting you’re just redecorating. A knock comes at your door and you tense.

“Foods ready” Tim calls. Tim oh god he can’t see this.

“Uh yeah I’ll meet you in the kitchen!” You call back slapping yourself mentally. You listen to his footsteps leave and sigh in relief before slipping out your room awkwardly and closing the door before going to the kitchen. There’s two frozen meals on the table, well not frozen anymore they’re steaming, Tim has tea towels under them and a fork ready.

“Thanks” you say and he nods as you sit down. You notice how you’re on opposite ends of the table, a safer bet. You eat in silence your leg bouncing under the table and a nagging in your brain. A warm shower will calm this, just some nice warm shower with lavender soap to calm the soul.

“Do you shower at night?” You ask suddenly and Tim freezes.

“I mean- I just I shower at night did you wanna go before me or-“ you babble.

“I’ll shower in the morning” he answers and you nod sighing.

“You mind if I watch TV?” He asks and you frown.

“No, that’s fine” you say and he nods.

After dinner you shower, the warm water soothing your bones and the ache creeping in way too quickly with how tense you’ve been all day. You dress in comfortable clothes not daring to go without a bra incase your nipples decide to peak through, and nobody needs to see unbra boobs, especially Tim. You find yourself in a haze again when you stare at the pile of bedding too long, you begin making your bed, then you pile the blankets up in a certain way to make it comfortable before you fall in it and close your eyes.

Your alarm wakes you up, making you jolt and scramble, you panic a bit but it’s still night time you only slept for an hour. You sigh grab your medication and trudge to the kitchen, Tim’s seated on the couch watching some news. You sneak into the kitchen and get some water before downing your meds.

“I’m gonna head to bed” you say. He looks back nodding.

“Alright” he turns the tv off and stands.

“You didn’t have to turn it off” you say frowning and he shrugs.

“I’m beat” he says and you nod.

“Alright well Mavericks good during the night he won’t need to go out” you say and head to bed before standing in your doorway awkwardly.

“Uh night” you say.

“Goodnight” Tim replies ever casual.

You call Maverick in and get comfortable sighing before sending Lucy a brief you’re doing ok message before turning your lamp off.

Day one complete.

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PART 7 Rookie Dreams and Nightmares 

Alpha!Tim Bradford x Omega!Rookie!reader 

Warnings: Omegaverse, light swearing, police things, gore, sexism, hurt/comfort, age gap, anxiety attack Tim's a hardass but is actually a sweetheart, protective Tim, reader has chronic illness not specified, chubby reader, service police dog.

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You regret everything about this deal and plan. Coming off your suppressants? Hell, you feel nauseous, light headed, and weird. You feel like you’ve forgotten how to be an omega of suppressants.

Today was the day though. You’re going to meet your broody alpha TO at the decoy house and he’s going to smell like an unmated alpha. Great. You sit awkwardly beside Lucy who is driving, Nyla and Angela in the back seat you figure for the case or moral support either is helpful.

“You ok?” Lucy pipes up and you nod your head before shaking it.

“I’ve been feeling sick and light headed, I don’t even know how to act like an omega off suppressants! I probably stink right now” you groan.

“Ok, ok take a breath. One you don’t stink, two I can’t really help you on how to act like an omega” she grimaces at the last bit.

“Yep no idea” Nyla says and Lopez shrugs when you look back to her. You groan and sag in the seat.

“Is there anything else bothering you?” Lucy presses gently but curiously and you feel your cheeks heat.

“Well I mean I’ll be spending a week with Tim, so that’s fun” you look out the window hoping they don’t see your embarrassment.

“Oh yeah super fun” Lopez grins evilly and you glare flushing even more before they all laugh.

“He’s an alpha! His scent won’t be suppressed what if I fall over when it hits me!” They continue laugh while you cross your arms defensively.

“Oh! No come on it’s-“ Lucy giggles shaking her head.

“It’s gonna be ok” Nyla says.

“Or you could puppied” Lopez pokes at you frazzled nerves and you feel yourself go white as a sheet.

“I’m kidding! You won’t go puppied around Tim” she laughs. God an omega going puppied around an alpha is, it’s not bad but in this case it would horrible and embarrassing on every case.

Tim’s tense, his shoulders, back legs, he thinks his toes might be tense too. Sergeant Grey remains quiet in the drivers seat while he goes over every single that could go wrong military training and cop training all kicking in.

“You alright?” Grey pipes up the other alpha giving him a brief glance.

“Yep” he replies firmly.

“You know this won’t be easy” Grey adds and with respect he wishes he would shut up before he aborts.

“I know” He replies.

He’s trying very hard not to think about you or your unsuppressed omega scent that he has to live with for a week. Or the fact he has to live with you for a week and exchange scents. For the job he keeps reminding himself.

“For the job” he mumbles ignoring the raised eyebrow Sergeant Grey gives him.

“Alright here we are” Lucy says as you look at the simple house.

“Don’t worry it has hot water and wifi” she says and you relax a little getting out. You grab Maverick and take him out the back before going inside. The FBI is already there making sure everything is set up. Thank god Tim isn’t here yet.

“Welcome in, we’re getting everything sorted” a nicer beta says, Agent Thompson if you remember correctly nothing like that asshole Agent Lawerence.

“The guys should be here soon” Lucy says and the beta nods before returning to his team.

“You’re shaking” Lucy frowns worry in her voice and you look at your trembling hands.

“I’ll be fine” you nod but she’s not convinced sitting you down at the kitchen table and getting you a water.

“We can still back out” Lopez says, but you shake your head.

“No, I need to help the omegas out there who can’t help themselves” you say watching Lopez and Nyla share a look.

“Thank you. For being here” you say quietly.

“Of course us gals have to stick together” Lucy smiles. You heard a car pull up outside and instantly tense.

“Here goes” Lucy whispers as you see your TO leave the black SUV in casual clothes. You thought he looked good in uniform, he looks even better in jeans, a plain grey shirt and black over shirt.

“I’m screwed” you say out loud accidentally.

“You’re not screwed ok, you got this” Angela says encouragingly. As soon as the door opens you hold your breath, you don’t dare breathe in or out. You can’t hold it long with how off you’re feeling and when his scent hits you it’s over. You freeze at first eyes wide mind blank besides the smell of an unmated alpha filling your lungs. He smells good, too good, like something woodsy and spice like a fire place with a warm cup of tea. The alpha undertone is strong, even with his suppressants you knew he was a strong alpha but without… geez.

When Tim gets to the kitchen arch way you sit very still. Tim’s nose flares and he stops for a brief moment before he’s going over the plan with Grey. Ok, well, fuck him. Lucy gives you a reassuring smile and you want to go over and kick him in the nuts so he at least acts affected.

You think you go over the plan three times. You’re not sure, you’re somewhere between wanting to throw up or go full puppy mode and rub yourself all over him. Which you’re not going to do, at all he’s your TO this is a mission and nothing more. After the FBI clears out your bags are brought in and you’re not surprised Tim packed nothing but essentials while you panicked.

“Did I bring too much?” You whisper to Lucy.

“No, of course not, Tim’s just- Tim” she says and you nod. You have seperate rooms thankfully, though they’re separated by the same wall. The bathroom is nice at least, theirs a bath you can soak in. Oh god, your medication, you usually have it right on your kitchen bench otherwise you forget to take it. He won’t judge right? He has to have some form of medication once? Right? He’s Tim you think the only thing he does is punch out his frustration according to Lucy.

“Ok we’re heading out stay safe” Nyla says and you tense.

“Just text me anytime ok?” Lucy says giving you a hug before leaving with Sergeant Grey. You stand more than a metre away from Tim who watches the door close before silence ensues.

“I’m gonna unpack” you say and grab your things and all but run to your room closing the door a little too loudly.

You groan walking over to the bed and falling on it thankful the mattress is at least comfortable. You hear Tim’s footsteps and freeze but relax as he goes into his bedroom. You totally got this.

You unpack and make things a little more home, you haven’t calmed down though, you doubt your scent is very nice right now too. Maverick! You leave your room in a rush passing Tim’s room before stopping and backing up. Mavericks on Tim’s bed, specifically lying with Tim on Tim’s bed while Tim pets him. Maverick perks up ears forward head up and Tim looks to you from his spot on the bed.

“I let him in, I hope that’s ok” Tim sits up as Maverick jumps down and sniffs at you before demanding pets.

“That’s fine I- I was going to get him” you swallow.

“Figured you need space” Tim stands and you shrink back without thinking. He frowns and you instantly regret your body’s concious movement.

“Uh- dinner, do you want food? Is the fridge stocked?” You can’t cook to save your life, but you can try, maybe burn the kitchen down and get out this mess.

“Unfortunately not, they want us to go shopping together” he says hands in his pockets.

“Right for authenticity” he nods while you there for more awkward silence.

“Right well, uh Maverick needs food so I can go to the shops now and grab something” you suggest.

“By yourself?” He frowns.

“Yeah? Why? Is that a problem?” He’s the one to shrink back now with a grimace his scent spiking. Stop it, do not breathe him in. Too late. You take a subtle breath, breathing him in. Before clearing your throat.

“Uh, I mean you can come if you want, protection all that” you chuckle nervously.

“I’ll uh put my shoes on” you awkwardly go to your room and curse softly as you put your sneakers on and hear Tim grab the keys to the decoy car. One week.

Sweet omega. Jesus Christ, his brain isn’t working properly from your scent. It’s been too long since he’s been unsuppressed and been around an omega also unsuppressed years, probably more than a couple. As soon as he walked into the house he caught it, sweet but warm with the undertones of omega as soon as he hit the kitchen he had to resist the urge to growl and burry his face in your neck so he could breathe it into his body and let it consume him. This plan was stupid, the FBI was stupid, but this is the only lead they had on the drug and they needed to stop it before it became a pandemic targeting omegas into this enhanced deadly heat and then sedation. He’s thankful Mavericks there as a distraction, he can take him for a walk everyday and get out the house, assuming you don’t get to it first. You’re awkward, uncomfortable your scent is filled with anxiety and the way you shrank back made him realise you haven’t done this in a long time either. Been around an alpha unsuppressed as well as unmated. His alpha brain is demanding the courting process while his officer brain is needing to stay on track for the job. He could let you go shopping by yourself but he doesn’t trust anyone in LA, ever, and unmated, unmarked omega as sweet smelling as you mixed with the anxiety is bound to cause trouble. He says it’s for the job, but his alpha side won’t let you go alone.

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PART 6 Rookie Dreams and Nightmares 

 Alpha!Tim Bradford x Omega!Rookie!reader 

Warnings: Omegaverse, light swearing, police things, gore, sexism, hurt/comfort, age gap, anxiety attack, eventual smut, Tim's a hardass but is actually a sweetheart, protective Tim, reader has chronic illness not specified, chubby reader, service police dog.

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You wake up to beeping and a bright room. You groan and squint your eyes.

“Honey?” You frown hearing your mums voice.

“Mum?” You call finally opening your eyes properly.

“Hey, you’re ok!” She says in relief making you frown before you remember. Passing out at the plaza in front of your TO.

“How long have I been out?” You ask with a hoarse voice.

“Four hours” your mum answers and you sigh looking out the window noticing the dimming light outside.

“Is everything ok? Did the man go into custody” you ask.

“He did” you look up seeing your broody alpha TO standing in the doorway.

“How you feeling rookie?” He asks and you sigh.

“I’m fine” you answer.

“Sweetheart” your mother says and you clench your jaw a little.

“Well, rest up, let me know when the doctors clear you” he says and walks out the room. You feel a sinking feeling you’ve lost all respect from your alpha TO.

Once you’re cleared by medical you go home to rest for a day before returning to the station the day after. You walk into roll call and sit down at the front seeing sergeant Grey and Sergeant Bradford standing at the front by the podium.

“Alright, we still have no leads on where this HE4T drug is coming from. Keep your eyes and ears open, respond to incoming calls as quickly as possible and get the paramedics on scene, alright be safe out there” Sergeant grey wraps up. Tim leaves cocking his head for you to follow which you do. You set up shop and head out for the day.

“How you feeling?” Tim asks after some silence.

“Fine sir” you answer automatically. To be honest since the attack you’ve felt exhausted you didn’t want to leave your bed. You didn’t want to take your medications and you wanted to embrace the full omega experience of nesting in your room and recover, but, you couldn’t. You put on your uniform and you came to work.

You’re called back to the station for a meeting around lunch time interrupting your fry eating, but police work never stops.

“Alright everyone settle down this is FBI agent Lawerence” Sergeant grew quietens down the chit chat as a man in an FBI vest and casual clothes stands up front. He’s a beta, probably around 45 strong build and dark hair.

“Thank you sergeant grey. Alright we’ve got recent intel on on this new HE4T drug, we have a possible hit on who is supplying it in LA” everyone perks up at this but you notice your two sergeants talking and the dark look that crosses Tim’s face.

“We’ve been ordered to go undercover, make contact with the buyer see what’s going on” Tim’s jaw clenches so hard you swear he’s breaking teeth.

“Problem is, we don’t have any Omega agents” you frown why wouldn’t the FBI have any omega agents? Seems strange. Sergeant grey calls your name making you jolt out of your thoughts.

“Yes sir?” You say back straight as he looks to you sympathetically. You look between him and Tim both alphas being protective in different manners before it hits you. The FBI wants you undercover.

“M-me?” You manage to get out looking to Agent Lawerence who nods.

“but sir I’m just a rookie, I’ve been here for three and a bit months- I’m hardly qualified!” You say rushed.

“You won’t be activity in the contact and search, we’re setting up a decoy house, where you’ll be the stay at home omega your alpha wants to ‘drug’ up” Agent Lawerence explains and you stare baffled.

“So what I just sit and look pretty?” You don’t mean to snap but it feels a little degrading.

“That’s not what I said” Agent Lawerence says with a sigh and an almost eye roll. Ok well screw this guy then he’s one of those betas is he.

“The plan is for you to be our backstory you and the alpha stationed with you will come off your suppressants and make the decoy house homey, the alpha stationed with you will need to have your scent on him, nothing major but it’ll be a week before we even get our alpha agent to make contact with the dealer” a week? With some random alpha while you’re off your suppressants? Oh hell no.

“Your alpha agent?” Tim speaks up his shoulders tense.

“Yes sir, it will likely be Agent Matt he’s our youngest but most qualified to handle undercover work” Agent Lawrence says.

“A word” Tim snaps taking sergeant grey and the FBI agent out.

“Hey, it’s ok you don’t have to do this” Lucy quickly sits by you so do Nyla and Lopez.

“They can’t force you to do anything you’re still a rookie what they’re asking is too much” Lopez says arms crossed her mumma alpha vibes hitting you hard making you smile weakly.

“And with a random alpha? Hell no, you may have not proved yourself yet rookie but we don’t take crap from no one, we have your back” Nyla scoffs. You nod and thank the three women while the conversation outside looks heated.

“Oh boy” Lucy says.

“He’s mad” Lopez adds.

“Big mad” Lucy finishes and you grimace at your bristling alpha TO. You think about it in your head this plan can’t exactly work without an omega, you can’t hit a beta with heat enhancers it kills them slowly and painfully, and well Rut enhancers is a whole different hell on earth illegal that nobody wants. Sergeant Grey walks back in rubbing his head.

“Alright everyone dismissed” he says.

“Except you” he adds to you and you groan internally.

“We’re staying” The three women around you say.

“That’s fine” Sergeant Grey says as Agent Lawrence and Tim walk back in.

“You won’t be paired with one of our alpha agents” Agent Lawrence says with a clenched jaw.

“I won’t?

“She won’t?” You four say at the same time.

“No, you can choose an alpha here from this station you’re comfortable with” you watch as agent Lawerence forces himself not to roll his eyes.

“What about me? Or Nyla?” Lopez asks.

“Seeing as you’re both married, mated and have kids I don’t see how that will work” Sergeant Grey says.

“And you’re damn sure you don’t have an omega FBI agent hiding somewhere?” Agent Lopez digs.

“No ma’am we tend to avoid hiring omegas in the FBI” Agent Lawrence answers. Bastard.

“What about Tim?” Lucy asks and you freeze eyes snapping to Tim’s who looks like Lucy shot him.

“He’s your TO, he’s not mated and an alpha with all the right qualifications for the job” Lucy shrugs. Tim, without suppressants? For a week? Nope. An unmated alpha like him in the same house for a week? Absolutely not. Getting Tim’s scent for the first time unfiltered? Not happening.

“Could work” Excuse him? You stare at him like he’s grown two heads.

“Look we need to move and act fast we don’t know how long this guy is going to stay in one spot” Agent Lawrence says.

“Gives us a day” Tim snaps dismissing the beta quickly.

“Asshole” Lopez mutters.

“Look this plan it’s sketchy, horrible in fact, but it’s the first lead we’ve had on the HE4T drug since it came out” Sergeant Grey sighs.

“Now I won’t force you to do anything, but just think on it for tonight tomorrow give me your answers” he adds before leaving.

The rest of your shift is hell you sit at your desk going through paperwork and online complaints. Alone with Tim? 24/7 that’s bad, alone with unfiltered unmated alpha 24/7 also bad. You without the suppressants since forever very very bad, scent swapping? Extremely bad but, it could catch whoever’s making it or one of the dealers which helps all the other omegas in the city, it’s a real lead after weeks of nothing. Your cop brain says do it your other brain says to quit your job right there and live like a hermit for the rest of your life and Tim? What the hell Is he thinking? Just another job ever the stoic alpha TO, he’s probably not bothered, he probably doesn’t even care about how you’re spiralling into -

“Hey” your eyes snap up, speak of the devil.

“Hi” you say throat suddenly tight and awkward.

“You ok?” He asks arms crossed over his chest as he leans against your desk.

“Yep” you nod swallowing.

“You don’t have to lie me” he adds quieter before sitting down.

“This is a big deal, a big job, undercover for a week and then moving into the target it’s no easy feat” he continues to speak softly.

“But I’m not doing anything” you say. You’ll just sit there like a pretty house omega.

“You’re the back story” Tim shrugs.

“It’s important in these situations” he adds.

“Can’t they just send one random guy in?” You whisper hiss.

“No dealers like this that can cause a pandemic are smart they won’t sell to anyone, they’ll need proof and with the way they’re going they want to go viral” he shakes his head and sighs.

“The best plan is to make the act, really sell it” you run a hand down your face at his words.

“Are you not bothered?” You say a little annoyed.

“Hell yeah I’m annoyed, the FBI think they can just come in and demand a rookie go UC is-“ you cut him off.

“No Tim I mean the-“ you gesture vaguely.

“The what?” He frowns. God this man.

“Coming off suppressants. The scent marking!” You whisper yell. You watch him he swallows that’s all he gives away that he’s nervous.

“It’s apart of the job” he says simply. Can you get done for assaulting a police officer?

“Look go home. Think about, and tell Sergeant Grey in the morning ok?” He stands and you sigh and nod standing up to go home.

You lay on your bed with Maverick by your side. You’ll need to ask about Maverick too, an extra unit wouldn’t hurt on scene. You pet Mavericks head that rests on your stomach.

“This is ridiculous” you say and his ears perk forward like he’s listening.

“I mean going UC? As a rookie? Dumb” you add and his ears flatten hearing your tone.

“It’ll get worse though” you mumble.

“And so many more omegas will suffer” you add quietly making Maverick whine softly.

The next morning you walk into Sergeant Greys office with a look of determination.

“I’ll do it”

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PART 5 Rookie Dreams and Nightmares 

Alpha!Tim Bradford x Omega!Rookie!reader 

Warnings: Omegaverse, light swearing, police things, gore, sexism, hurt/comfort, age gap, anxiety attack Tim's a hardass but is actually a sweetheart, protective Tim, reader has chronic illness not specified, chubby reader, service police dog.

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It was your second shift with Maverick by your side sniffing around an abandoned house. His nose to the ground sniffing intensely before his ears perk forward and he sits, tongue hanging out.

“Good boy” you reward him as Tim the ever brooding alpha pulls up a wooden slat and takes out a package of drugs, the letter H on top written with sharpie.

“Still no leads?” You ask and Tim shakes his head.

“Nothing, we haven’t been able to trace them back to anything or anyone” Tim says annoyed as he hands over to the package to another officer before taking his gloves off and petting Maverick.

“At least we have Maverick” you smile and you see his lips twitch.

“Yeah” he agrees hands on his hips as another officer talks to him. You never thought your rookie days would look like this, a major drug introduction and omegas in danger. Not that it hasn’t happened before, the recent pandemic for omegas was around 15 years ago when you were a kid, your mother had been frantic, you remember her telling you to lock the window every night. She’d go around the house twice making sure everything was secure and locked before your father would finally get her to come to bed. Your parents always the happiest alpha and omega pair, but they loved you.

By the afternoon another call comes in at one of the major shopping plazas, description of an omega gone down. Convulsing on the floor, foaming at the mouth with an acrid scent. You enter the plaza instantly catching the scent. The plazas security making sure everyone stands back as paramedics arrive on scene behind you.

“In the middle of the plaza?” You mutter to Tim. He just frowns glancing around taking in the many people who watch.

“Alright everyone back up!” He calls voice filled with authority that makes even you falter in step. Even on the suppressants he’s a strong alpha. The people move back a few steps as you approach, the security guard hands you some ID.

“Amelia Gold, 27, omega” you read her drivers licence.

“Alright contact her family” Tim orders and you nod talking on your radio to get the family contacted as they sedate the woman and take her out.

“What’s going on?” Panic voices murmur and join in the questions.

“Officers! Please, you must know something!” More voices clutter. Tim hesitates glancing to the other security guards who look like they’d rather be anywhere but here. Tim sighs clenching his jaw before speaking.

“At this time we don’t know anything for certain” he says and the chaos abrupts.

“Calm down, just go on about your day check in on the news for updates” he calls over the chatting before nodding. You follow behind him before you’re suddenly grabbed.

“Why won’t you tell us anything!” You’re vaguely aware or something touching your side. Cold. Sharp. A knife. You freeze your body so you don’t move, controlling your breathing as the man wraps his arms around your shoulders and keeps you pinned.

“Sir, calm down” Tim speaks calmly despite the rising tension.

“No! We deserve to know!” The man behind you yells. You faintly catch his scent a beta, average build, you could disarm him with proper technique but your body is frozen.

“As I said there’s nothing we know as of now” Tim doesn’t move as does no one else the on lookers whispering and gasping, some videoing.

“That’s bullshit!” The man spits making you flinch when saliva comes into contact with your face. You still can’t move though. Why can’t you move?!

“Sir please, put the knife down. I’m telling the truth we have nothing on this new drug” Tim continues to remain calm and you finally met his eyes. You don’t really focus on them but you manage to remember to breathe, having thought controlling your breathing was in fact you not breathing.

“What are we supposed to do huh? How are we supposed to protect our omegas?!” The knife gets closer pressing against your shirt.

“Keep your house safe and secure, make sure to accompany any omega family members or friends if they go out, if you see anything strange call 911” Tim answers.

“Put the knife down” he adds you feel the man falter before the knife clatters, you kick it away before Tim arrests the man quickly. One of the security guards takes him before Tims standing in front of you calling your name.

“Hey, look at me” he says firmly but gently and your eyes snap to his.

“You’re in shock, there’s a bench right behind you, we’re gonna sit down” he guides you back before your legs hit the bench and you sit down shakily. You watch the man being taken away while the remaining security guard makes sure they don’t crowd you.

“Hey back up!” Tim orders when onlookers get too close and they tense turning their phones off and scattering away. You can hear your heart beating, feel your senses colliding, you need somewhere safe, your bed, a warm blanket, a nest. Your hands are shaking your body hurts more like a wild fire spreading.

“Shit, rookie I need you to focus on me” Tim kneels in front of you. You swear you hear him growl as a security guard approaches with a water bottle. He says your name a few more times before you focus on his eyes. Were they always such a deep blue? Wow.

“Damn it” Tim says and you frown, did you upset him? You upset your alpha? The whine that leaves your throat is involuntary and you find yourself reaching for Tim.

“Call the paramedics back!” He snaps and you flinch hands going to cover your ears instead. You hear sirens in the distance over your covered ears and people in red uniforms rushing to you. You hear muddled voices before your eyes roll up and your body slumps.

Tim jolts as he catches you, your body slumps forward as you pass out and a snarl leaves him before he can control it for the bastard who pulled a knife on you. He lays you down on the stretcher before following behind the paramedics calling it in. He gets in the ambulance without a word as the paramedics work to stabilise you.

The ride to the hospital goes in a blur and he paces up and down the hallway outside your room. He contacted your parents who said they’d be down as soon as possible. The doctor finally leaves your room and his head snaps up, the doctor shrinks back a little the beta woman swallowing and he makes himself less threatening.

“She’s fine, stable, all the stress and the incident caused her body to shut down” she explains and he nods his body loosing some tension.

“Her condition will need to be monitored over the next few weeks and she’ll have to check in with the medical team on sigh at the station every shift” she adds and he frowns.

“Why?” He asks and she sighs.

“An omega such as herself with the conditions she has shouldn’t even be on the force” he bites back a glare and scoff ready to open his mouth before people approach from behind. He turns noticing the family instantly with how you look like them.

“You’re her parents?” He asks nodding to your room and they nod.

“You’re her Training officer?” Your mother asks and he nods.

“Tim Bradford” he holds out his hand to shake.

“Eliza, this is my mate Jeff” she introduces shaking his hand.

“What happened?” She asks worried her scent spiked.

“She passed out on duty after-“ he stops himself.

“After?” Eliza presses.

“After she was held at knife point” he explains with a small grimace as she gasps and grips her mate tightly.

“She isn’t injured, and the man’s in cuffs” he adds quickly watching her shoulders sag in relief.

“Thank you officer” she says and he nods moving out the way so they can go to your room.

He runs a hand over your head his mind replaying what happened. He saw the way you froze you didn’t dare breathe, your mind was working but you couldn’t move your body and he was seconds away from either shooting the beta or jumping him. He watched you shut down, your eyes weren’t focused and your body shook. The small whine that left your lips after he snapped confirmed it, an omega shutting down is a deadly thing. His alpha side wanted to help, needed to help you with his scent or comfort but it was useless with the suppressants he’s on and like hell he’d let the random security guard near you. When you slumped his stomach fell and his mind went into auto pilot to get you to the hospital and stable, he didn’t care about him being a sergeant, or the other police work, you were his priority and now, now he questions his actions. Though on the outside he did what any training officer would do if their rookie collapsed, on the inside he was warring with thoughts he shouldn’t have.

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PART 4 Rookie Dreams and Nightmares 

 

Alpha!Tim Bradford x Omega!Rookie!reader 

Warnings: Omegaverse, light swearing, police things, gore, sexism, hurt/comfort, age gap, Tim's a hardass but is actually a sweetheart, protective Tim, reader has chronic illness not specified, chubby reader, service police dog.

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10 calls over the next two months come in about omegas in the same situations, scent spiked, frothing at the mouth and saying they needing it. Whether they needed more of the drug or an alphas comfort you don’t know. It affected you seeing omegas like that, as an omega yourself. You would never get into the drug or go anywhere near it, but the thought of getting dosed with it made your stomach crawl.

Your brooding alpha TO is still the same no matter what happens, he’s focused and job orientated you swear he doesn’t have a personal life outside of police work. You can’t smell anybody on him nor does he have mating scar on his neck, that you’ve seen, police uniforms are pretty high on the neck to cover that sort of thing. Tim is everything you want to be in a police officer, focused, prepared skilful, doesn’t let anything bother him, he could use a little empathy and people skills but he’s damn good at his job. You admire him for that.

“7 Adam 100 we have a HE4T hit at 7/55 Dwight lane” the call comes through and your stomach drops.

“Show us responding” you call back before Tim hits the lights and speeds.

Arriving at the house it’s the same, the strong scent of chemical induced heat, a worried beta and scared alpha.

“I don’t know what happened she just started going crazy this morning” The woman beta sobs.

“Alright can you tell me your names and your daughters?” You ask getting their information.

Female Beta 38 Martha Adam’s and her mate Male alpha 40 Mike Adam’s and their daughter Anna Adam’s omega 17. Your stomach churns at her age, why would she need a heat enhancer? It’s bad enough when you’re a teen going through that. You go through the standard questions, their daughter was classed as a normal high school student who didn’t delve into drugs or alcohol, she didn’t even have a boyfriend. When you walk into her room you feel worse, your stomach flips at the omega in the bed struggled against the paramedics holding her down, foam at her mouth and crazed look in her eyes. They sedate her quickly and she goes still, you shake your head going into the hallway to catch your breath.

“Hey, talk to me” you shudder at Tim’s calm voice and stutter a bit before you take a deep breath.

“She’s 17 normal high school student no previous drug or alcohol consumption, she doesn’t even have a boyfriend” you say watching paramedics carry her out the room.

“Eyes on me” your eyes flick up as Tim stands in front of you in the hallway blocking your view.

“What else” he nods.

“Uh, she came home last night around 9pm from her friend’s house Monica James, parents said she woke up like this” you add.

“Alright let’s go pay her a visit” he says.

Once at Monica’s house you’re sat on the couch with a twitchy teen and hovering parents.

“Anna came over after school, we took the bus home together, then we studied and her dad picked her up” Monica explains a worried look in her eyes.

“Alright, and was anybody on the bus suspicious at all?” You ask and she shakes her head.

“No it’s the private school bus” she says and you nod sighing. So either Anna got it at school or her father did it.

You sit in the car with Tim staring at your note pad before he calls your name.

“Sorry, so either she got it from someone at school or her dad drugged her, but- I mean he was terrified?” You look at Tim.

“Good actor” Tim shrugs.

“We’ve notified the others to go through the school see if anything pops up, until we have solid evidence we can’t question the father” he explains before setting the car into drive.

Your stomach has been uneasy all morning, this whole thing has set yourself into more survival mode than your body can handle.

“Pull over” you panic and Tim frowns quickly pulling over as you stumble out the shop and onto the sidewalk. You make it to the lawn before throwing up. There’s not much in your stomach to throw up, acid coats your tongue and you groan feeling all kinds of shaky as your throat and stomach hurt.

“Hey- you with me?” You finally hear Tim’s voice and nod seeing the bottle he’s holding out for you. You take it clean your mouth out before swallowing some.

“I’m sorry” you say.

“Just take a minute” he orders heading back to the shop. You rub your temples as he radios something in, no doubt your puking. God all the respect you built up with him is out the window, he stands there hands on his hips watching you and glancing around. Weak. You feel weak and stupid, mentally belittling yourself before you manage to get back into the shop and drive back to the precinct.

You sit at your desk file reports when Lucy comes over.

“Hey, you ok? I heard about the uh puking accident” she grimaces sitting by you.

“Yeah I’m fine” you say sighing.

“It’s ok you know, all this happening as well as you being an omega it’s scary” she says sympathetically. For some reason though you’re not worried about that, you’re worried how your TO sees you now.

“It’s not that” you mutter.

“Well it was, but now-“ you glance to Tim who is talking to Sergeant Grey.

“Ah, I get it, look he won’t view you any less for this” she says and you look to her skeptically.

“This is tough thing this drug, it’s a lot more so than anyone has seen in years, he’s an alpha he won’t understand what’s going on as an omega seeing all this” you stare at her, she always knows what to say.

“Thank you” you whisper and she smiles giving you a small hug before standing.

“Oh, I’m having a games night tonight want to join?” She grins.

“Yes, text me the details” you say smiling.

“Awesome, being Maverick!” She calls and walks away leaving you feeling a little lighter.

You knock on Lucy’s door around 7pm she greets you with a warm welcome and hug before bringing you in. You spot Aaron, John, Bailey and Chris.

“Hey” you greet as Maverick wags his tail happily before he starts sniffing Lucy’s apartment.

“The royal sniff” Lucy grins before beckoning you to sit down.

“Ok so I’ve got drinks snacks and board games” she grins at her coffee table laid out.

“Looks awesome” Bailey smiles.

An hour rolls by before another knock comes.

“Oh it’s probably pizza” Lucy says and stands opening the door. You glance seeing Tim standing there.

“You came!” Lucy says hugging Tim. You watch as he smiles and hugs her back, you feel something tighten in your chest before you quickly look away. Maverick rests his head on your thigh picking up your emotions and you pet his head as a distraction. Tim sits down next to you on the couch, you feel a little awkward on the edge. You’d moved closer to the couch arm subtly with changing your posture, bringing your legs up. Pizza arrives half an hour later and everyone’s having a good time, hell even your brooding TO is enjoying himself. You want to leave though, the uncomfortable feeling in your chest coming back, it isn’t your condition, this is from watching Tim and Lucy so comfortable together, her touching him so freely. It shouldn’t bother you, they’re the perfect couple, opposites but perfect for each other, he’s comfortable around her, in a way you doubt he is with anyone else.

By 9 you’re exhausted, unable to keep up with all the energy, laughing and drinking. You tapped out of gaming twenty minutes ago. Maverick looks comfortable on the bed Lucy set up for him though and you don’t want to disturb him.

“I’m sorry guys but I’m gonna head home” you finally say standing up stiffly.

“Of course thanks for coming!” Lucy says happily. You say your goodbyes before leashing Maverick.

“I’ll walk you out” Tim says.

“Oh, I’m fine that’s ok you continue” you say gesturing to the group.

“I’m gonna head home too” he says instead and says goodbye as well before you’re awkwardly walking with him to the carpark. Your anxiety creeps up easily and you nervously glance at him while he seems calm and collected his scent neutral betraying nothing. Damn him.

“Today won’t happen again” you blurt cursing yourself a thousand times over.

“What?” Tim frowns looking at you.

“Me puking” you continue despite your better judgement, you doubt even with the scent blockers he can still smell your anxiety.

“You think I’m bothered by you puking?” He frowns stopping you both walking as he stands in front of me.

“Well I mean- I just thought-“ he holds up a hand and you shut up instantly as he steps closer making you grip Mavericks leash tighter.

“I don’t think any less of you for needing to puke” he says.

“This new drug the HE4T is horrible, and I can’t imagine what you’re going through as an omega yourself with this threat around and seeing it once a week for the last two months” you stare at him like he’s grown two heads he sighs looking at the pavement between you both.

“But you’re not bothered by it” you say making his head snap up. You flinch regretting your words.

“I didn’t- I just mean you’re handling it better” you correct.

“I’ve been on the job longer, doesn’t mean I’m not affected I’m still an alpha seeing an omega in distress such as that it’s-” he trails off shaking his head. You stare at him again as he rubs his chin and shakes his head, he’s clearly way more affected than you thought and you’re just an asshole apparently.

“I’m sorry” you mutter.

“Get home, get some rest, maybe eat a lighter breakfast” he jokes his lips twitching slightly which makes you smile.

“And take care of her ok?” He kneels down and pets Mavericks head making your stomach flutter before he stands, nods and heads to his car.

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PART 3 Rookie Dreams and Nightmares 

 

Alpha!Tim Bradford x Omega!Rookie!reader 

Warnings: Omegaverse, light swearing, police things, gore, sexism, hurt/comfort, age gap, Tim's a hardass but is actually a sweetheart, protective Tim, reader has chronic illness not specified, chubby reader, service police dog.

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It’s amazing how time passes by so quickly when you’re enjoying life, sort of. Tim could use a little more happy in his life but that’s Tim, major brooding alpha. You open up more with talking if he rarely talks back it’s nice to not have the car filled with complete awkward silence that he doesn’t seem to catch on.

During roll call one morning Sergeant Grey asks you to stay behind while the other officers get ready. Tim frowns and stays behind to standing behind you.

“Yes sir?” You ask curious.

“I heard you’ve got your very own police service dog” he says smiling and you nod happy you’re not in trouble.

“Yes sir I do, his name is Maverick we trained at the academy together” you glance back at Tim smiling but he doesn’t return it.

“Well while not needed for every case, how would you like an exemption for Maverick to ride along with you during some shifts? Not every shift, mind you, but” Sergeant Grey says gesturing.

“Oh my goodness yes! Thank you I’d love that, so would he” you beam.

“Bradford?” Sergeant Grey asks and you falter having forgotten about your TO.

“As long as he doesn’t use the backseat as a bathroom or throw up” he says scolding slightly.

“Don’t worry, your shop will be safe, you’ll ride in a K-9 unit” Grey says before dismissing you. You’re giddy with excitement as you get into the shop, you wanted to ask about having Maverick work with you but you weren’t sure how to go about it seeing as you’re just a normal rookie.

“Don’t get your hopes up too much alright? K-9 units are specialised training for special situations, Maverick will most likely stay in the car at all times” you falter a bit at Tim’s words.

“Yes sir” you nod not letting it get you down.

“You remembered his name” you say smiling and Tim scoffs gripping the steering wheel a little tighter which makes you grin.

Your first day with Maverick on duty is a Wednesday. You wake up excited before a shot of pain went down your legs, you waddled to the kitchen, took medication and waddled into the shower before you managed to get to the station with Maverick. He was by your side as trained standing close and stepping in time with you his tongue out as he sniffed the air but stayed focused. You met your brooding alpha TO at a K-9 vehicle unit and open the back crate waiting for Maverick to jump in. He looked at you, whined and bumped his nose against your thigh, a medical alert no doubt from the medication making your heart rate quick.

“Good boy” you quickly reward him before urging him up into the crate and securing it. You check your smartwatch, your heart rate a little high but nothing too serious.

“He alerted you” Tim says as you pull out the precinct carpark.

“Yes he’s trained to notice changes in my body after taking medication” you explain and you see Tim glance over at you with a light frown.

“My medication increases my heart which causes some issues” you explain not missing his look. You sigh sagging a bit in the car chair.

“I can do my job just fine sir” you say with a little fight.

“Didn’t say you couldn’t” he says adding your last name before a call comes through.

The call is at a beat up looking house, the squatters there having reported some drugs they found in the vents, saying they’ve never seen something like it before. You were surprised figuring they would’ve taken it into possession to either use it or sell it but the two betas looked like they were just trying to get by without complications.

“Get Maverick from the trunk have him sniff the place” Tim orders and you force yourself not to smile. You go out and get Maverick out his crate, he quickly goes into professional mode, sniffing the house every nook and cranny before he sits and barks in front of vent.

“Good boy!” You praise as Tim fishes out more of the strange drug packaging. You watch Tim hand the drugs over before taking off his gloves and giving Mavericks ear a light scratch without anyone else noticing. You smile and Tim shoots you a look making your smile turn into a full blown grin.

The rest of the shift goes smoothly with little conflict, a few hard headed alphas thinking they’re top dog and a few stop signs ran. You manage to stay on top of your pain through the day as well.

“Narcotics came back says the drug is some kind of high end heat enhancer” Tim approaches your desk handing you the file.

“Heat enhancer?” You frown it’s not uncommon, but highly illegal and dangerous that most drug dealers leave it alone. You go over the report it’s a new testing drug, barely safe and highly illegal and tied in with some high end drug dealer named The Serenity.

“This case will be handed over to the detectives most likely the FBI with how high up it is” Tim says and your brows raise. Big case then.

“Good job today” he says before walking away leaving you with a warm feeling in your stomach.

This wasn’t the last time you’ve seen the heat enhancer or HE4T as they call it on the streets. It started as simple stashes that Maverick would sniff out in abandoned houses or low end community’s. Then the call came in, reported a male omega ‘going crazy’ against his alpha. When you arrived on scene you saw a very scared alpha and an indeed a crazy omega. They managed to strap him down but he was foaming at the mouth a crazy look in his eyes as he snarled and panted saying he needed ‘it’ his scent was wrong, highly changed from the drug, more alluring, way stronger than a normal heat scent. You watched his alpha cry as paramedics attended to her, you could see her body shaking with the need to go to her omega but couldn’t with him like this. Thankfully there were only two other alphas present, the rest were betas able to handle such a strong compromised scent. You glance to Tim who is questioned another officer, his back tense, shoulders tense, hands white knuckled from digging his nails into his palms. You can see the small drops of sweat go down his neck. Something kicks in your mind like a gear, one minute you’re trying to help calm the male omega down the next you’re walking to Tim hand on his arm asking him to talk outside.

“What is it rookie?” Tim says jaw clenched pupils blown, tone gritted. You go to say something but find yourself asking yourself the same question.

“Are you ok? Sir” you ask and you watch his eyes narrow making you grimace.

“I’m fine Rookie, what are we doing out here?” He says voice annoyed and ready to snap into a pissed off alpha.

“Uh- the omega, his name is Justin Dune, 26 years old, no previous drug records” you quickly come up with. Tim sighs hands on his hips, you see his sweat slowly stop his jaw relaxing and you feel yourself prideful you managed to calm an alpha down.

“Someone drugged him?” He asks.

“No, he hasn’t been out in three days, and his alpha is distraught” you nod to the woman who is still crying and fighting her instincts.

“Could be an act” Tim counters.

“No way” you shake your head and he raises his eyebrows.

“They’re a mated pair” you explain.

“So?” He pushes and you sigh.

“She’s shaking, she’s clearly struggling with her instincts, if she did drug him she would push past those medics, but she’s not, because she doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, and the only thing she can do to help her omega is let others help find out what’s wrong with him” you say. You watch Tim’s face soften slightly.

“Good work rookie” he says quietly as paramedics join the conversation.

After Justin was sedated and taken to the hospital, you had a mile long paperwork list to fill out. Justin was unconscious but stable, he wasn’t foaming at the mouth anymore, but they don’t know how to counteract the heat enhancer.

You sit at your desk your hand cramping slightly from all the writing you’re doing. Drugs make sense in the sense of addiction and dependence on them, but this drug the heat enhancer that makes you foam at the mouth? That doesn’t seem like a fun time, and it doesn’t just the omega it affects the alphas around? Mates? Family? Doesn’t make sense.

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PART 2 Rookie Dreams and Nightmares 

 

Alpha!Tim Bradford x Omega!Rookie!reader 

Warnings: Omegaverse, light swearing, police things, gore, sexism, hurt/comfort, age gap, slow burn, tension, Tim's a hardass but is actually a sweetheart, protective Tim, reader has chronic illness not specified, chubby reader, service police dog.

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A week passes without any trouble, mostly. You’re starting to think Tim doesn't like you or has something against you. Either it's something to do with the last time you brushed him off with needing to take medication, or it’s the fact you’re an omega, but you don't want to speculate or assume the worst about the sergeant, but in a beta and alpha-dominated industry, it’s sometimes hard not to take it personally. 

The car hums, and the sounds of the LA city echo through the closed window. You glance at your TO, wondering if you should try conversation again. The last few times you have tried, Tim gave you short answers or some weird grunt that apparently is considered as an answer in Tim's land. 

Your fingers drum against your thighs as you look at the sidewalk and license plate. You frown, seeing a strange license plate on the back of a red sedan. You lean over and type it into the laptop. 

“That sedan is reported stolen” You say, and Tim glances at the laptop before nodding to you to light him up. You’ve gotten good at learning his silent gestures and looks. The car pulls over, and you frown as the backlight begins to wiggle. You touch Tim’s arm and subtly nod to it a frown forming on his face as he nods back. You stand to cover while Tim approaches the driver with the usual question, while you look in the back seat noting nothing of seriousness. You hear a thud in the back, and Tim frowns.

“Alright, sir, can you pop the trunk and get out of the car, stand on the sidewalk, hands on the car” Tim orders. The man listens, pops the trunk and steps out onto the sidewalk, hands on the top of his car. You watch him frowning when you hear muffled yelling. 

“7-Adam-19, we have a 232” he says rushed, You go to secure the suspect before a fist meets your jaw, pain flares, you stumble back, clutching you jaw before Bradford yells at you to chase after him before your legs and mind kick into gear and youre sprinting off knowing youre gonna regret this later. You manage to collide and knock the guy down onto the ground, quickly grabbing your cuffs, telling him his rights as you secure his hands and calling it in. 

The male, alpha, Issac Tutor, was wanted for drug usage and the kidnapping of female, omega, Riley Richards. Highly intoxicated and obsessed that Miss Riley was his omega and nobody else's, going so far as to lock her in his basement before going to move her to a scheduled cabin in the woods, like some creepy serial killer. 

After the case is processed and the paperwork is filled out, you can feel the pain creeping in up your legs to your hips and up your back. You leave your desk and head to the locker room. You unlock your locker before digging out your pain medications and water bottle, taking two before closing your door, only to jump when you see Tim standing there like he teleported. 

“Do you not have footsteps?” You ask, and Tim almost cracks a smile before keeping his stern alpha TO face. You notice his eyes dart to the forming bruise on your jaw.

“Take the rest of the day off” He orders, and you frown as he turns to leave without any explanation.

“Hey, hang on, why?” you call, but he’s already out of the room. The offer is tempting, way too tempting to go home to Maverick and have his warm, fluffy body at your side while you lie in bed and read on your Kindle. You groan as you ponder before trudging back to the desk, you compromise to studying, going over books and websites. Your phone buzzes with the end of your shift, and you stand up, going to your locker to get ready to leave.

“Hey! Wait up” You turn to the happy voice of Lucy as she approaches, smiling. 

“Oh ow what happened?” She asks wincing as she sees your jaw.

“Got punched by that guy who kidnapped the omega Riley” you explain and she nods making an ‘ah’ face.

“Wanna join us for some drinks?” she asks taking your mind off things.

“Yeah, sure” You answer automatically, without really thinking.

“Actually, I have to go home first and feed Maverick” You say.

“Oh? whose Maverick?” She asks, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Maverick is a service police dog” You say, her eyes going wide as she gasps.

“Oh my god, you have to let me meet him one day!” She says excitedly, making you chuckle and nod. 

“I can bring him out tonight, put his vest on and everything” You grin, happy to talk about Maverick. 

“Yes! Please!” Lucy smiles widely. 

You manage to bring Maverick to the bar, after checking his papers and service to the bartender, and a few puppy dog eyes on Maverick’s part, he sits happily by the table, eating up all the affection Lucy is showering him in, his tongue sticks out, as his tail swishes on the floor. The bar is filled with chatter, warmth and scents.

“Traitor” You whisper, making Lucy laugh.

“He is too cute” Lucy chuckles before sipping her beer. Soon enough, John, Nyla, Angela and Wesley join, sitting at the table and laughing. You find yourself slowly relaxing, avoiding alcohol with a fruity mocktail. You spot Tim walking in as well, swerving his way through the crowd before sitting down. You see his eyes flick to Maverick, and you see his eyes light up a little.

“Tim! You have to meet Maverick,” Lucy says, dragging him to sit between you and Lucy. Tim sits down, and Maverick instantly rests his head on his thigh, giving those popular puppy dog eyes and wagging his tail slowly like he doesn't get enough attention at home. You smile a little, watching Tim. He finally has a smile on his face as he pets Maverick's head gently. 

“He likes you” You say. 

“I know” Tim replies cockily, and you laugh, shaking your head. 

Tim looks more at ease after an hour, you don’t miss his look towards your jaw. You took some pain medication, iced it and put some bruise cream on it.

“I iced it when I got home and put some cream on it” you lean towards Tim and tell him, he frowns and you get embarrassed thinking you read the situation wrong.

“Not that it matters-“ you continue.

“You didn’t ice it long enough if you’re here” he says and you sag in the chair seeing Lucy give you an apologetic look.

When drinks finish, you get home and collapse in bed, a smile on your face and a happy Maverick by your side who got all the attention tonight.

Morning comes, and you show up at work and meet Tim at the collection window, you feel slightly more closer from last night's interaction, he likes dogs that much is clear the rest is a mystery, though. 

The car moves smoothly through the streets, a comfortable silence hanging in the air. 

“Maverick’s a service police dog?” your TO speaks, finally initiating a conversation for the first time. 

“Yeah, he trained with me in the academy, he’s police trained and medical trained, he also has bomb training” You say proud of your fur baby. 

“That’s impressive” Tim says, and you feel a swell of pride fill your body as a smile makes its way to your lips.

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Rookie Dreams and Nightmares 

 

Alpha!Tim Bradford x Omega!Rookie!reader 

Warnings: Omegaverse, light swearing, police things, gore, sexism, hurt/comfort, age gap, Tim's a hardass but is actually a sweetheart, protective Tim, reader has chronic illness not specified, chubby reader, service police dog.

 Roll call, first day as a rookie, the station smelled like hand sanitiser and old flowers that dotted on occasional desks. The air was cool, thankfully, the sweat dripping down your back could fill up a bathtub, thank god you took a scent-blocking tablet instead of the deodorant.

“Hey, new rookie, right?” You turn to the sweet voice, seeing a woman, slightly older than you, her dark hair done up in a neat ponytail. 

“Uh, yeah” You offer a small smile, trying not to show your nerves as you shake her hand. 

“Officer Chen, Lucy Chen” She smiles back as you tell her your name. 

“Come on, I’ll take you to roll call. I wonder who your TO will be” She says happily as she leads you to the glass room in the centre of the station.

“Rookies sit up front, but don't worry, I've got your back” She says, taking a seat with you in the front row. You settle a little with her happy personality, the room starts to fill, mostly betas and alphas with muted scents, you realise you haven’t smelt another omega, it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. One scent stands out, though, as two alphas step in through the front door and stand at the pedestal, they’re both tall, one bald and one with short, cropped brown hair. 

“Alright, listen up, I’m Sergeant Grey, this is Sergeant Bradford, we have a new Rookie today”, Sergeant Grey says, gesturing to you. He says your name while others look and give some claps, Lucy Chen gives you a thumbs up, making you crack a smile. You can’t help the way your body tingle’s, though, you glance at the other sergeant, his eyes are hard, and you swallow a little as you sit down. Sergeant Grey goes through roll call before he asks you to stay behind. You frown, though, watching the other officers leave, leaving you with both sergeants. 

“So who is my TO?” You ask curiously, hands resting on your utility belt. You try not to fidget under Sergeant Bradford's hard gaze, so you look at Sergeant Grey instead. 

“Your TO is Sergeant Bradford” Grey gestures to the other alpha, and you both go very still. Bradford looks like you just shot him, and Grey has this small smirk that tells you he did this on purpose and has some running joke with the other sergeant. 

“It’s nice to meet you” You hold out your hand, but Sergeant Bradford turns and leaves the roll call room, leaving you stunned and slightly offended. 

“Off you go, Rookie” Sergeant Grey says, giving a small comforting smile that does nothing to ease the churn in your stomach. 

“Get our gear boot” You jolt at the sudden command by your side and nod, going to the pickup window to grab two bags of gear and two shotguns. 

“Alright, Boot, this here is our shop, I want you to check it inside and out” You glance at Sergeant Bradford and frown while he gives a ‘I’m waiting’ look with a raise of his eyebrows. Nodding your head towards the back, opening the boot before placing the shotguns and bags inside, and going around and checking the shop. 

“Looks good, Sir” you say before he walks to the driver's side and gets in without another word. Well, he’s driving then. 

Sliding into the passenger side, you secure your seatbelt and adjust your uniform before looking at your TO, who gives you nothing, not even a side eye, just puts the car into drive and then drives out of the station. Cool. This is going to be fine and super fun. 

Nothing noticeable happens while on patrol, you look down the streets watching LA citizens go by about their day before the car comes to a screeching halt, making your body lurch and catch on the seatbelt. 

“Where are we, boot?!” The question is loud and disorienting as you look around. 

“I’ve been shot, boot, where are we?!” He adds with a command, and you stutter but manage to get your answer half out. 

“Where heading north on High-”

“I’m dead, boot” he yells, and you blink, looking at him. He stares right back like you’re an idiot. He puts the car in drive and drives off again, leaving you baffled till lunch. 

Nothing exciting happens, no calls over the radio or suspicious things on the street, you watch the other cops sit down and chat with smiles, hell, even you're not talking, TO is talking. You order your lunch before standing awkwardly trying to find a free seat before your name is called. You look to Officer Chen, who waves you over. You smile and walk over, sitting by her as she grabs you a chair. 

“So how did your morning go?” She grins, putting some fries in her mouth. 

“He stopped in the middle of the road and pretended to get shot” 

“Ah, good old Tim test” She grins while the other officers laugh, nodding. 

“Right this here is Officer John Nolan and Officer Nyla Harper” She introduces, and you nod and introduce yourself back to the beta and alpha. 

“Don't worry, he did the same thing to me on my first day” Chen offers as you glance over to your TO. 

“Unfortunately, this will be your whole 6 months or more of training,” She says, and you grimace at her words. 

“Boot lets go!” You sigh, having not even finished half your food, as your TO forces you back in the car and on the road again.

You sit watching the streets, your hands in your lap, the alpha beside you brooding? Thinking? You can’t really tell he has nothing on his face besides hardcore male resting bitch features. You can’t tell if you should speak or keep your mouth shut in case he decides to stop the car and pretend to have a heart attack instead. 

“What’s your first name?” you ask suddenly, realising you don’t know his first name, and his eyes flick to yours without moving his head. 

“Tim, Tim Bradford” He answers, and you nod, he already knows your name, even if he calls you boot. A call comes in of a domestic disturbance, he gives you a look, and you quickly answer. 

“7-Adam-19 responding, patch us in were en-route” You say, smiling a little to yourself to finally be able to do that first-hand. 

Tim pulls out the front of a red brick house with a white roof, and you frown, hearing shouts inside. Your hand hovers over your gun as Bradford goes up to the house and knocks. 

“LAPD open up” He calls, voice filled with authority. The house goes silent as you lean back and glance through the window, seeing a woman shaking and crying on the couch. You glance at Tim, who nods, before the door opens up. You almost stumble at the amount of pheromones in the house that hit you in the face, the smell of omega in distress and heat and a very pissed off alpha. 

“Officers” The alpha is half undressed, top half sweaty and flushed, with a few finger scratches covering his body. You want to gag at what pheromones he’s giving off, even with the suppressants officers are required to take. This was some serious assault on the senses.

“Sir, we received a distress call. Everything alright here?” Your TO asks his body casual as he cocks a hip. 

“Everything's fine sir, just having some problems with my omega” The way he speaks makes your skin crawl, you want to gag and give him some lessons on how to treat an omega in distress. 

“Mind if we have a chat with her?” Tim asks the man glares, but goes back inside. You watch through the window as he roughly handles the frail woman to the door, standing behind her like some guard dog. 

“Evening, ma’am” Tim says as her eyes dart to his, then to you. You give her a small smile, trying to offer little comfort with this confrontation. 

“Everything alright?” he adds, and the woman nods, looking back at you. You frown as she glances down, and you do to instinctively to see her hands move in a gesture that has you tensing.

“Everything’s alright, officers, just having troubles with my heat” She whispers and smiles politely. 

“We good?” The alpha asks, and Tim nods before leaving. You make it back to the car before stopping him from going. 

“We need to call additional units, that woman is in danger” You say, grabbing the radio.

“Hold, rookie, nothing wrong there, all omegas go through tough heats sometimes” He says, and you resist the urge to slap the man before you make the same gesture she made with your hand. 

“Good work, Boot” He says, not surprised, making you realise it was a test on whether you noticed or not and calls it in. As backup makes its way, you and Bradford step out of your shop, guns in hand and back to the house. He counts down before breaching, kicking the door down with a crash.

“Step away from the couch, hands on your head, interlace your fingers!” Bradford yells as the alpha lets out a growl and backs away. You quickly go forward, helping the woman off the couch and away from the man, checking her over as she sobs and clings to you. Officers and paramedics arrive, and they take away the woman, Betty, so you found out her name was. Apparently, her alpha Nathan Kole has more than one domestic abuse case and files on his back, but none of them stuck, due to the witnesses' unable to remember what happened due to a ‘hard heat’ and unable to comprehend what happened. After Betty was processed, they found traces in her system of a heat inducer and another chemical made to cause blackouts and memory loss. 

“You good?” You glance over to your TO as he drives back to the station, you’re going over the email on your phone about what medical found wrong with Betty, and she’s being placed in a heat clinic to manage her symptoms better. 

“Fine” You answer, watching him side glance you again before nodding and pulling into the station. 

“Nothing wrong with being shaken up by a domestic, especially like this” he says casually, and you figure it’s another, what did Lucy call it? A Tim test?

“Thank you for asking, sir, but I trained for this” You say and exit the vehicle. You close up shop, bring your gear back, hang up your body cam and head to fill out the paperwork, your least favourite about the academy days, sitting down and doing mock paperwork, only now it’s real and any mistakes won't be taken lightly. 

“I expect that perfect” Your TO says, walking by you, not offering to help.

Your phone buzzes in your medication alarm, and you sigh, taking it out and heading to the locker room. 

“What are you doing, Boot? Paperwork’s not finished” Bradford blocks you. 

“Oh, I just need to grab something, that's it” You say, feeling hesitant. 

“You can do that after paperwork” Bradford bites back, making you sigh. 

“Sir, respectfully, I really can’t, I’ll be two seconds” you offer, but he doesn't back down, arms crossed over his chest like some posing alpha.

“I need to take medication” You bluntly say, watching his posture falter, his arms relacing back at his side. 

“Why didn’t you just say so, Boot?” he asks. Well, let’s see, you have a chronic illness that tends to flare up at random times, you’ve been spoken down to by all your training officers at the academy, saying you won't land a job or ever succeed in this business because A. You're an omega, B. You’re a sick omega, so that means you should be at home, cuddled up in a nest, so an alpha can take care of you because you’re so fragile. You took down all your fellow academy members in fights and tests and always came in 1st, 2nd or 3rd. 

“Boot?” You don't realise you’ve gone through an entire argument in your head, your jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. 

“Personal reasons” you shrug, going by him. 

Once you get home, you fall on your bed, face first, with a loud groan. Maverick’s instantly by your side, showering you with kisses. 

“Oh, stop, no dog kisses” You pet his head, and he calms down instantly, lying by your side, staring at you with soulful brown eyes, his tail wagging gently behind him. 

“Good boy” you tell him, and he chomps his jaws together in his way of agreeing with you. 

“Let’s hope tomorrow is better” You mutter.

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Part 5 Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, angst, neglect, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, dark, modern AU, periods mention and talked about

I’ve never really written dark romance before but I like reading it xD

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You think you might pass out. Exhaustion is heavy in your body as you sag against Professor Talis’s body. Your eyes are dry, your nose sniffly and breathing a little harder to do. You want to move so you don’t keep squishing him but you can’t move any of your body, it won’t listen. You hear Professor Viktor on the phone but it’s all hushed tones so you don’t bother to focus and listen. You’ve never sat in a man’s lap before, not like this anyway, Professor Talis is like a solid block of warm, hard muscle and gentle touches. You want to sleep so badly, your eyelids are heavy and your body is exhausted from the breakdown you just had. You partly want to punch Professor Viktor but also you really needed that big cry and to be held for once. You tense a bit in surprise when a slender hand gently cards through your hair before you relax, Professor Viktor’s fingertips trailing over your neck making you shiver in response.

“You’re going home, no more classes” he says final and you tense.

“I can’t go home,” you say.

“Not back that sad excuse of a father you’re not, no you’re coming with me” Professor Viktor says and it takes you a moment to process.

“What?” You frown and lift your head weakly.

“You heard me,” Professor Viktor says.

“What Viktor means” Professor Talis begins giving Professor Viktor a pointed look.

“You’re not safe at home and neglected, we also doubt you have money or anywhere else to stay, so you can stay with us” he finishes and you stare at him like he’s got two heads.

“I can’t,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You barely know these men and they’re your professors for god's sake. Professor Viktor says your name sternly and you’re sick of it.

“Stop!” You snap at him and he flinches frowning.

“Stop treating and speaking to me like I’m a goddamn child!” You say and watch as his face falters. You get out of your professor's lap and go to your bag pulling it onto your shoulder. You go to go to the door but your name is called again. The clanking of the cane comes towards you before Professor Viktor stands in front of you.

“It did not intend for you to feel that way,” he says his voice wavering.

“I-“It’s rare to see him not composed or in charge, the unsure look in his honey eyes makes you falter. You watch as he swallows before he lifts a hand and cups your tear-stained cheek gently stroking it with his thumb. Time slows you think at the gentle touch as he comes closer and rests his cane in his arm before lifting both his hands to your face.

“It is hard for me to explain why I treated you like that, it wasn’t to belittle or make you feel like a child” he says as you stare at him with slightly wide eyes at his affection.

“Nor do I wish to scare you away, however” he glances behind you, you assume to Professor Talis before he nods a bit and takes a small breath. He leans in closer his eyes watching you intently it makes you get lost in them and not slap him at his lack of personal space and leaning in. You take a bit to register his lips on yours and tense up he pulls back eyes searching yours as your hand grips his wrist. You go to speak mouth opening and closing like a fish before you give up on words.

“It is becoming increasingly hard not to touch you or stay away,” he says his voice has dropped lower and another shiver goes through your spine. Your professor just kissed you… your professor just kissed you?!

He smiles a bit he must hear the gears turning in your head as your eyes widen in realisation.

“You kissed me” that’s all you could say?! You silently curse yourself as he chuckles softly.

“I did” he says eyes staring into yours again.

“Do you want me to do it again?” He asks his head tilting to the side and for some reason, you nod your head in confirmation. He smirks and presses his lips to yours again, your eyes close and you lean into him kissing back your hand and squeezing his wrist a bit. You lose yourself in the feel of his slightly chapped lips, one of his hands slides to your neck while the other goes to your waist, you feel like you should support him without his cane but don’t, your hands resting on his chest instead till you pull back panting softly as you remember Professor Talis is in the room. You feel your body grow hot and glance at him, he stands there smiling a bit before he meets your gaze and walks over to you. What surprises you even more is his lips meeting yours, his finger tilting your chin for a quick peck before he smirks and leans back. Both of your professors just kissed you…

“I don’t- I’m confused,” you say and Professor Talis chuckles.

“Thought it was clear” he grins down at you it’s different from his usual happy grin, this one is charming and hungry.

“I- well- no, yes, maybe?” You settle on as Professor Viktor guides your face to turn back to his.

“We want you,” he says simply.

“You want me?” You ask and he nods before you look to Professor Talis and he nods as well.

“You want me?” You repeat.

“I do hate repeating myself” Professor Viktor sighs.

“Want me how?” You frown.

“Jesus you are oblivious” Professor Viktor says and you glare.

“I’m not I need confirmation before my mind starts jumping to places is that so hard?” You say a little defensively.

“Alright sweetheart” Professor Talis chuckles.

“We want you as a partner, a lover,” he says.

“Is that better?” He adds.

“No, you mean a bed warmer?” You say bluntly and you watch Professor Viktor frown a scowl on his face.

“You think we’d use you as a one-night stand?” His eyes are heated.

“You tell me,” you say and you see his jaw tick.

“Let me make this very crystal clear little one because I will not repeat myself” his gaze is heavy his hand tightening on the side of your neck.

“We want you all the time for the rest of time, we don’t want you as a simple fuck or one night stand, I want you there all the time every day of the fucking week” his voice is low if he could growl he would be.

“I want to take care of you, make sure you have a damn king-sized bed, a closet full of clothes, the best laptop, all your school supplies, three-course meals, I want to make sure you’re not in pain, I want to take you out on dates, to doctors appointments, job interviews I want you to need me for everything” he’s a little breathless when he’s done his grip unyielding it makes you tense a bit but something inside you calls out to him, deep and hidden under layers of anxiety and self-doubt. You swallow feeling it rise, the need for someone, to be dependent on them for everything even basic things, where you don’t have to ask if it’s ok. Your hands shake a bit as you stare at the floor. You want to be taken care of, you want to be loved and dependent, and you want to love and provide in ways you can in return. You feel Professor Talis’s hand cup your cheek so you look at him, he has the same fierce look.

“We will protect and care for you, no matter what,” he says. You feel more tears well up biting the inside of your cheek before the bell rings and you nearly jolt out of your skin and come back to reality. You’re rushing past Professor Viktor and out of the class into the hallway where you breathe heavily before leaving the academy.

Jayce watches Viktor’s eyes go angry, she just ran away after everything.

“She needs time” Jayce tries to soothe but Viktor’s already riled up, he clenches his hand and makes an annoyed growl.

“She needs us!” He snaps as Jayce steps closer and goes to cup his cheeks only to have him slap him away. Jayce frowns a little hurt but respects his space.

“She’ll see it in time, we’ve laid down our cards, we can’t force her” Jayce tries to reason.

“We could” Viktor says and Jayce’s eyes narrow.

“No” his voice is warning Viktor will do whatever it takes to get what he wants.

“Viktor no” Jayce repeats.

“Not with her, not this time” he adds firmly but also pleadingly. Viktor sighs the haze in his eyes gone as he nods and runs a hand through his hair.

“Alright” Viktor sighs again letting out his breath slowly before nodding again.

“I’m just frustrated” Jayce smiles gently glad Viktor is talking rather than tensing and reeling in his mind.

“I know, but she doesn’t know kindness at the moment, and this has been her life for a while” Jayce rests his hand on Viktor’s shoulder glad he doesn’t shove him off but instead leans into him.

“What about the father?” Viktor asks and Jayce’s eyes narrow in anger again, he can think of multiple things he wants to do with her father all not good or remotely legal, but nobody would catch him or miss the sad excuse of a man when he was done.

“Killing him would be easy” Viktor says and it stokes the fire within him to burn the fucker with.

“It would be” Jayce says voice a little dark.

“She wouldn’t have to know that we did, freak accident” Viktor is very good at stroking his ideas when he’s like this.

“Then… then she’d need us” Viktor whispers.

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PART 4 Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik

Warnings: Dark romance, Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, neglect, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, modern AU, periods mention and talked about

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You walk to your first class, the pains gone down today thankfully and your dad’s crashing at some random woman’s house so you have your house all to yourself. You sit down and listen to Professor Heimerdinger’s class, for principal and professor, you’re surprised the old man’s still kicking as lively as he does, his crazy grey hair and bushy moustache and kind slanted eyes. You’re half tempted to avoid Professor Viktor’s class as well as Professor Talis’s class after what happened a couple of days ago. The sweet nicknames Professor Talis’s worried eyes and handling Viktor’s sternness and straightforwardness. You’re not a child, you don’t need to be cooed and fussed over like they did, it makes you tense, and makes your walls climb sky high so you’re safe inside. You’re worried because Professor Viktor’s class is just before lunch and they can corner you, not that they have the last couple of days but it still gives you anxiety every time. When you go to leave Professor Viktor’s class he calls you back and you tense before you watch him lay a pile of textbooks on the desk and slide them to you. You look at them confused and he tsks.

“Your textbooks,” he says.

“I haven’t been able to pay them off yet though?” You ask confused and he waves a hand.

“Forget it, Professor Heimerdinger said you didn’t need to pay” he waves you off and you frown taking them hesitantly as he looks back to his laptop ignoring your presence.

“Thank you,” you say and leave.

You stare at the textbooks resting on your desk in your room. You send an email to Professor Heimerdinger thanking him for his kindness before doing homework. The email you receive in the morning is strange though.

‘No need to thank me dear, Professor Viktor covered the cost, and says it was important to your learning!’

You re-read it a few times, did Professor Viktor pay it off? You send him a thank you email as well before you shower, you’re pretty sure the professors aren’t their Saturdays, well besides Heimerdinger who you swear never stops working or sleeps. But the email you receive is short.

‘Think nothing of it’

That’s it, no greeting or sign off just those four words. You ignore it relaxing for the rest of the day thankful for a quiet house again till around midnight. You hear multiple people come in, their voices loud and drunk and you cover your head with your pillow. Your dad’s party goes till morning till they all pass out. When your stomach demands food the smell of booze and smoke hits your nose making it scrunch up. You shuffle quietly into the kitchen ignoring the half-naked bodies passed out everywhere and grab a banana before heading back to your room. You freeze though, someone’s in your room, a random woman you don’t know, her form swaying.

“Oh you’re the bitch that lives here” she sneers at you.

“Jesus, no wonder your dad calls you a fat freeloader” she snorts and laughs stumbling a bit. She’s wearing a skin-tight dress that barely covers her ass, her boobs might as well be out and her hair and makeup are a mess.

“Your dad doesn’t want you here, I’m gonna live with him, gonna be his wife and kick you out!” She hisses stumbling forward. You dodge her hands and she falls to the ground. She cries and you hear familiar footsteps come up the hall.

“This bitch pushed me!” She yells and your dad’s eyes glaze over in anger.

“Dad, no, she stumbled! She’s drunk!” you say as he storms forward and grabs your neck and pins you against the wall. You gasp and hold his wrist tears in your eyes as the woman stands up and smirks before putting on a pouting face again.

“Fucking bitch!” She yells and slaps you her nails catching. You wince before she storms off.

“I hate you” your father says and you feel something breaking. You stare at him, trying to see the little of who used to be your father, he’s never said he hated you. He lets you go and storms out slamming your door shut. You suck deep breaths in and stare at the floor your eyes blurring over with tears.

Every day he reminds you he hates you. That woman, Sandy, moves in just like she said and she kicks you out of your own room and makes it into a party room. They sell your bed and furniture, the majority of your items and clothes, and your father finds your school laptop and sells it. You managed to save a few things necessity’s and was forced into the garage. You’re barely allowed to use the shower or bathroom now either, having to use the ones at the academy. You’ve joined a sports just so it doesn’t look weird. You sit on the toilet at school staring at the red stain in your underwear, you don’t have any pads or tampons, anytime you ask your dad would say no and Sandy would say you can’t control your body, like it’s your fault that your body bleeds once a month. You call out into the bathroom but nobody’s there, you curse softly and roll up toilet paper and wrap it around your underwear before going to the nurse. Thankfully she gives you a few items and you go back and change the toilet paper out. It isn’t going to last you a day though and you stay in the toilet stall for a while staring at the tiled floor. Only when someone walks in do you manage to snap out of it and go back to class. The cramps make you question life, sitting there trying to subtly rub your lower stomach to ease them. Your hips have flared up in pain too and your emotions are tumbling. You’re slower to put your things away and Professor Talis sees it making you try to move faster but you can’t. You yell in frustration slamming a hand against your desk, not very mature but right now you can’t handle it. Your hands grip your hair and your breathing is a little heavy as you listen to the professor shuffle and talk but nothing registers. You see the door open and close again but ignore it hoping he left till your name is called firmly.

“Snap out of it!” You stare at golden honey eyed your anger boiling over.

“Fuck you” Professor Viktor blinks a bit, you don’t swear you barely talk.

“Tell me to snap out of it or talk to either of you again and I will snap!” You yell your breathing heavy. Professor Talis sighs heavily gripping Professor Viktor’s shoulder but he just shoves him off leaning closer till he’s inches away from you.

“Listen here brat, snap out of whatever the hell is going on and talk or I will make you talk” his voice is low and you stare at him wide-eyed and shocked. Then you laugh, his gaze doesn’t falter or flinch as you do.

“Fuck you, Professor Viktor, I haven’t had a proper fucking shower in three weeks! I’m not even allowed in my own damn bathroom! And my father tells me every day he hates me! I’ve been kicked out of my fucking room, I sleep on a piece of foam in the garage! My body hurts all the time and I have no fucking idea why! They sold all my belongings including my fucking laptop! I just started my period and I don’t have any pads or tampons to last me the week because apparently, it’s my fault I can’t control my fucking body!” God, it felt good to yell that, when did you start crying? And shaking? A sob leaves your lips and Professor Viktor leans back while Professor Talis rounds your desk, lifts you into his arms and holds you tightly. He sits back down with you in his lap, his large warm running up and down your back as you sob uncontrollably and grip his shirt. He’s murmuring soft apologies and praises, his other hand cradling your head.

You break beautifully in front of his eyes and he watches it, watches the tears fall, your body shaking, your voice yelling directly at him and fuck… he shifts back letting Jayce comfort you, his heart pounds his mind races and his fist clenches. His mind reels and swirls with everything you’ve told him, your dads going to pay, and he is getting you out and taking you home today, he doesn’t give a damn what anyone says, your his, he’s going to protect you, buy you everything you need and make sure you’re protected while Jayce comforts you. He struggles with his body, these tears aren’t from him, or overwhelming pleasure, you’re breaking emotionally and it’s finally snapped in half and he can feel it stirring his lower regions. He won’t let it though, not till your tears are perfect and from him.

Jayce holds you tightly, his heart pounding in his chest. He expected a lot but that- what you said broke him too and stirred every protective instinct he had on fire. He watches Viktor struggle, he understands, that these aren’t tears created for the right reason. Jayce feels the wet spot on his clothes and the way you’re gripping his suit shirt so tightly it might rip. He also feels you shaking horribly and continues whispering sweet nothings till you calm down. His mind races too with everything and how much he wants to beat your father to a pulp till he’s not breathing. It makes his hold tighten before relaxing knowing you’re in pain he doesn’t want to cause you more pain. He looks at Viktor and they share a look. She’s theirs now.

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PART 3 Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik??

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, kinda dark, modern AU

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Another week of thankfully avoiding your dad. Well till this weekend. You couldn’t leave your bed, half tempted to call the ambulance if it weren’t for cost. It’s getting worse you think, this flare-up of pain throughout your whole body, you feel broken. Your dad had stormed into your room yelling about the housework not being done, he had a party on Friday night, you’re still tired from not sleeping and now this. He drags you out of bed and you see the kitchen and lounge a mess of cans, and pizza boxes, is that… used condoms? Jesus. It makes you gag, you grab a pair of gloves and begin cleaning ignoring every painful move in your body. You managed to do some homework, you looked at the books Professor Viktor asked for and almost died at the price of each textbook.

You’re thankful Monday comes around, you can’t handle another second around your father and the women. Walking to the bus, and then the academy is like walking with a car behind you and you’re pulling it. You collapse in your chair rest your head on the table and wait for the rest of the class to file in before listening. You take notes, well try to, your hand hurts and cramps. God, you feel like crying, how can the body have so much pain throughout it?

When you get to Professor Viktor’s class you stay back to talk with him.

“Can I help you?” He asks his eyes focusing on you.

“I wanted to talk about the textbooks?” You say and he frowns nodding putting the paper in his hands down.

“What about them?” He asks.

“I-“ god you feel stupid, it was expensive to come here you should have money.

“I can’t afford them right now, I’ll need to speak with the principal about setting up an arrangement I just wanted you to be aware I won’t be able to have the material for a while” you explain steeling your nerves. His body shifts his brows furrowing.

“That’s alright” he says and you feel relief in your body.

“Thank you, Professor Viktor, I’ll update you after I speak to the principal” You smile and leave.

You go to the rest of your classes till your last class with Professor Talis.

“Hey got a sec?” As you’re about to leave Professor Talis calls you back. You stay waiting till the students are all filed out trying not to wince. He closes the door and swipes on his phone quickly before leaning against his desk, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“You doing alright?” He asks and you look to him. His eyes are soft, his posture relaxed.

“Yeah, no I’m fine, just a little tired” you say and you see him sigh but nod as someone at the door knocks. Professor Talis waves his hand and Professor Viktor walks in, closes the door behind him and pulls the blind down on the door.

“Is everything ok?” You ask a little worried as Professor Viktor sits in Professor Talis’s chair.

“Get her chair damn it Jayce” Professor Viktor's voice makes you frown a bit as you watch Talis grab a chair for you to sit down muttering an apology.

“Sit” Professor Viktor orders and you sit a little awkwardly.

“Now, what’s wrong?” Viktor’s eyes narrow onto you and you tense at his golden gaze.

“Viktor” Professor Talis sighs and shakes his head.

“We’re worried sweetheart” he says and you frown at the nickname watching his cheeks turn red and his eyes avoiding yours.

“You’re in pain, it’s clear to see, why aren’t you treating it?” Professor Viktor says and your defences rise.

“I said I’m fine,” you say voice a little firmer. Professor Viktor stands and Professor Talis goes to stop him but is silenced with a glare. Professor Viktor grabs a chair and sits down in front of you your knees touching.

“Stop lying to me,” he says voice lower accent thicker.

“More importantly stop lying to yourself, give me your foot” he nods to your left leg and you frown.

“Can you lift it?” He asks it isn’t accusatory though and something in his eyes flickers.

“Jayce” He adds. Professor Talis comes forward and kneels by you.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he says softly before you can protest he lifts your foot into the other professor's lap. You wince a bit leaning forward you shake your head letting out a breath and Professor Talis instantly rests it back on the floor.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry” he says his large warm hand rubbing soothingly on your knee.

“What’s going on?” You say your heart pounding a bit your emotions a little haywire as you breathe a little deeper.

“Something is not right, whether with your pain or at home, but you’re falling behind in classes, I'm not worried about that though ok, we aren’t, but you’re struggling” You stare at his kind eyes almost like a loyal dog. You feel your eyes water and quickly blink them away standing up and apologising quietly as you flee.

Viktor watches you leave his hand tightening around his cane for a moment as he watches your stiff steps. Too hard, too fast, he sighs running a hand through his hair. Jayce looks defeated his eyes on the door. He takes Jayce’s hand and stands, Jayce holding him easily as Jayce finally looks at him.

“She’s in agony,” Jayce says through gritted teeth.

“You know how I am with my pain” Viktor explains. He saw the moment the walls went up, the rigid posture and force of no emotions. Jayce squeezes his hand.

“We shouldn’t even be doing this” he runs a hand through his trimmed hair his jaw set.

“And? When has that ever stopped us?” Viktor smirks slightly making Jayce crack a small smile.

“We’ll get in trouble if we’re caught, and who’s to say she won’t tell the principal about just now?” he says quietly his smile fading again.

“Whatever it is, she’s not diagnosed, she doesn’t take any medication” Viktor says changing the subject.

“And her father, well, from his files he’s a dead beat” Viktor’s jaw clenches knowing the pain a father can cause.

“Maybe we should lay off, it’s not our business” Jayce sighs heavily sitting down in his leather desk chair. Viktor watches his taught muscles and walks over to him.

“Tell me you don’t think about it” Viktor whispers and watches his cheeks darken beautifully.

“Of course I do! I want her safe!” Jayce fights and Viktor can’t help but crack a smirk.

“Not what I meant” he adds and Jayce’s cheeks darken even more.

“I- fine, I do alright I fucking-“ he sighs heavily his fist clenching.

“Tell me” Viktor says watching his eyes snap to his own his breathing a little heavier and Viktor watches his pants tighten.

“Not here,” Jayce says warning.

“Tell me” Viktor repeats and Jayce makes an annoyed noise.

“Fine, I want to bend her over my desk and fuck her till she comes on my dick, then I want to kneel and burry myself in her pussy and taste her and my release together dripping from her” Jayce breathes heavily his pants tightening more while Viktor smirks his own cock stirring.

“I want-“ Jayce groans jaw clenched tightly Viktor thinks his teeth might break.

“I wanna protect her from everything, make sure she’s comfortable, cared for, I don’t want her in pain, I don’t want her to feel the need to sleep at her desk because she’s exhausted, I want her to cry in my arms while I hold her tightly” Jayce’s voice drops an octave his eyes fierce, fists clenched.

“And I can’t do anything about it!” He growls. Viktor steps forward cupping his cheeks in his hands and leaning down. Jayce relaxes sighing as their foreheads rest together.

“She’s not going to open up with a push, and when I do that, she’s gonna break” he explains and Jayce nods.

“And when she does, she’s gonna need you” Jayce relaxes at his words before he leans down and kisses him gently.

“Are you sure V?” Jayce mumbles chasing his lips as he pulls back.

“I’m sure” Viktor whispers.

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PART 2 Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, physical, mental, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, kinda dark, modern AU

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You manage a week of getting lucky, slipping out, and coming home late without your dad waking up or meeting any of his bed partners. This morning though you wake up a little, sleeping through your alarm your body feels like a pile of weights. You sit on the edge of your bed it’s a Monday morning, you cleaned the house on Saturday and now you’re paying for it. Not that your dad would clean or do anything anyway, you had to earn your keep to stay there. You stand slowly and it feels like someone put the world on your shoulders, your hips ache, your shoulders ache, everywhere really. You manage some speed of brushing your teeth and hair before styling it and getting dressed. You grab your bag and keys before heading to the door. Only the coffee maker is on and you tense in the hallway. There’s a woman’s voice as well and your father’s low murmurs. You grip a strap or your bag and bravely walk out, heading straight for the door.

“Where the fuck are you going?” You tense and turn to face your father who wears nothing but boxers. The woman has nothing but one of his shirts on as well. She’s new, you haven’t seen her before, not his typical hookups.

“The academy, to school,” you say.

“School? What are you fucking stupid? You finished school” Your dad’s eyes narrow and the woman behind him giggles a bit her eyes venomous.

“It’s to broaden my career options,” you say hoping he’d leave it. But it just makes him more annoyed as he stalks forward.

“Where the hell did you get money huh? You going to college?” He glares.

“No, it’s free and it isn’t a college,” you say your backpack hitting the door.

“Then what the hell is it? You whoring yourself around huh? Trying to get male validation because you look like a fucking pig?” God his breath smells like liquor as he crowds your space. His hand slams the wall beside you and you flinch.

“Answer me!” He yells.

“No, Dad, please it’s going to help me get a job,” you say your hands trembling but you clench them into fists.

“Damn right it better, you fucking fat-free loader, eating everything in this goddamn house, this is my house! You’re a guest here remember that!” He yells before slapping your face harshly. It makes your teeth clench together as you try not to make a sound. He turns to walk away and you think you’re free till a hard foot goes to your hip as you turn. This time it makes you cry makes you crumple against the door struggling with the knob as the woman laughs. You finally manage to get out of the house biting back tears at the flaring pain in your hip. God it feels like it’s broken, you limp to the bus biting the inside of your cheek before sitting down. You whimper at the pain hand over your mouth to quiet yourself your other hand resting against your hip. His hits always hurt more, everything always hurt more. You don’t understand why you’re always in pain like you’re not suffering enough. You’re late to school, and Professor Viktor is your first teacher which makes you internally groan. You got a note from the office, saying you hurt yourself over the weekend and couldn’t walk as fast. It’s a lame excuse but your limping makes it more believable. You walk into his class quietly his golden eyes snapping to yours. You hand him the note without a word afraid that another groan of pain will come out as you limp to your chair and sit down. He continues the lesson without looking at the note discarding it on his desk, you take out your things, you did the right thing getting a note, he’s just a prickly bastard.

God your hip, you can’t sit still trying to find a comfortable position so it doesn’t scream in pain. You stand up before packing needing to stand straight, but it just makes another shot of pain go down your leg. Fuck. Don’t cry, not in front of the professor, he’s the last person you want to cry in front of. Everyone’s gone though and you’re shaking. You can’t stand much longer before falling back into your chair, another spike. Your hands are fisted tightly, nails digging crescent moons in your palms. You jolt when there’s a hand on yours that’s fisted on the table. You stare at the professor as he unclenches your fists and examines the indents with a gentle touch.

“I’m going to give you five minutes to explain why you’re in pain, and it isn’t a normal injury” he says his eyes calculating, but there’s a strange warmth in them. You start to pack your things away before speaking.

“I’m fine, really, sorry” Why’re you apologising? You never remember anymore, you’re always doing something wrong, might as well apologise for it.

“Well, since you missed the start of the lesson you missed out on a crucial part, I need you to buy these books from the school's website” he hands you the list, you nod taking it and putting it in your front pocket.

“Have a good day” you say before leaving. By the afternoon the pain is dulled to a throb, and you sit near the back your eyelids barely staying up. Your body feels like it’s going to collapse. You try to focus on Mr Talis’s voice but fail, you rest your head in your arms and your eyes drift shut.

Jayce watches you, he received a message from Viktor, that you were late today, injured, in agony by what Viktor saw. You sit stiffly, eyes unfocused he doubts you’re even absorbing anything he’s saying with your half-closed eyelids. The moment your head hits your arms you’re gone and something in his heart quickens at the sight. Sure he’s had students sleep, but only because they don’t sleep at night, usually up studying, playing games or partying, you though, you looked genuinely exhausted like your body was going to give out. Once the rest of the class leaves he comes to your desk, his heart picks up your eyes closed, mouth parted slightly as you breathe evenly. Your body is still stiff though and he wonders where exactly you’re hurt, Viktor said you were limping, your leg? Sports injury? Having too much over the weekend? He doesn’t realise his hand is hovering by your face till you stir. He snaps his hand back as your eyes open, body jolting, hands braced on the table. He sees it then the look of pain he’s seen in Viktor too many times and something tugs in him.

“Evening” he offers a smile but you look genuinely mortified with yourself.

“Hey, easy, I’m not mad, saw you were struggling the moment you came in here, didn’t miss anything I can’t email” he says hoping to soothe your frazzled self but it doesn’t help, you’re shoving your things in your bad apologising and shaking?

“Everything alright? He asks worried and you force a smile and nod slinging your backpack on your shoulders, he doesn’t miss the strain in your eyes and jaw, he knows the look of hidden pain too damn well with Viktor. You say goodbye and he waves you back watching you limp. He studies the limp, it’s your hips, it’s exactly the same way Viktor walks when his hips hurt, only you’ve got a lot more body to shake and his lower abdomen clenches at the sight before he’s looking away and runs a hand through his neat hair. He meets up with Viktor his mind reeling a little he hasn’t really noticed a woman in a while, not with him and Viktor, but you… you stir something.

Viktor’s at his desk staring at a note a little too hard making him smile and forget things for a moment.

“You’re gonna burn it with that look” he grins but Viktor doesn’t relax.

“How was she?” The question makes him falter.

“She fell asleep in my class, looked ready to pass out, I let her have the last twenty minutes” he explains closing the door behind him and walking to Viktor’s desk to lean against it.

“She was stiff, in pain, but it’s the same look you get, the same hiding of pain, she’s had for years” he sighs running a hand through his hair again.

“That’s what I’m worried about” Viktor mutters lying the note down. Jayce peers at it, it’s an office note explaining why a student is late, her late note.

“V, what’s going on?” Jayce says and Viktor sighs leaning back in his chair.

“I don’t know, I can’t figure her out, all the other students are easy and stupid hormonal things, she’s too quiet, too on her own and in too much pain to be at school” Jayce watches Viktor’s jaw and hands clench before he sighs. Jayce kneels carefully in front of him, Viktor’s knees parting to let him closer. Viktor’s hand comes to his hair gently running through the strands. Jayce rests his head on his inner thigh breathing him in.

“I won’t lie to you Viktor, she stirred something in me I thought I only felt with you” he admits feeling his hand stop and then continues.

“Me too” Viktor murmurs, confirming his thoughts, they need this girl.

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Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik??

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, kinda dark, modern AU

I’m reading Dark Notes and found my taboo again XD

Heavily inspired by dark notes lmaooo

First day, you can’t be late, can’t show the pain you’re in, and can’t wake anybody up. You’re quiet in the old creaky house hoping nobody hears you shuffling around trying to grab your bag and tug your shoes on. You hear loud snores coming from your dad’s room confirming at least your father is asleep. Whoever he brought home last night is hopefully gone or still sleeping, you don’t need that awkwardness in your life.

You manage to slip out into the cold air, goosebumps quickly covering your body, the cold chill settling into your bones in a dull throbbing ache. It’s persistent as you walk to the bus stop, you’re ever thankful for buses having heaters as you step inside. You greet the old busman with a smile as he gives you a good morning before the doors slide shut and you sit down near a heater. Your stomach churns as it takes off making you close your eyes briefly. You arrive at the academy, the large old building suddenly all too real and looming. You steal your nerves, you worked hard to get here you’re going to fucking do it.

With a small nod you walk onto academy grounds feeling out of place instantly at the large array of legs just say well loaded young people walking around with their crisp uniforms, phones and expensive backpacks. You feel a little nausea as you walk through the large doors trying to ignore the bustle of students. You feel mildly stupid, this isn’t high school, people have grown up, and well you hope they have anyway. After high school, you swore off ever going back to school, but when your mother died you had nothing to do, no one to look after or take up your time, no one to protect you. So here you are, doing something with a debt of student loan your dad can never know about. You walk the halls a bit taking in the old magical feel you get from the old-style architecture. This academy isn’t about honing in on one skill and following a specific path, it’s more about exploring all paths, building on skills you already know as well as exploring harder subjects they didn’t teach in high school. You wander a bit till the bell rings and you head to your class following the map you got in the mail with your welcome package. That was the fastest you ever ran to the letter box and your room in years. You find your class finally a little embarrassingly late seeing as everyone is already in there. The professor looks at you as you stand in the doorway and you tense. He looks too young to be a professor at first glance, the wavy brown hair, golden honey eyes high cheekbones, shaven and slightly squared jaw and thick brows. He wears typical academy colours of cream and red, in a suit with a vest and a cane hanging in the crook of his arm.

“Sorry,” it’s an automatic response one that makes him raise his eyebrow before waving you off with an annoyed sigh. Right… well, here’s one teacher you’ll try to avoid talking to and doing everything not to fail in his class. Mr. Viktor, so you find out his name is, you’re not sure if his first name is Viktor or his last name. During his lesson it’s hard not to get distracted by how he moves and speaks, his accent sometimes thickens when he gets into something or maybe it’s just you. You watch how he contains his limp, and only uses his cane occasionally. You can’t help but watch his fingers though, slender and elegant as they write on the board with chalk. You realise he’s an old-fashioned professor in the sense of no technology besides a laptop on his desk, the rest is papers and books. His eyes are captivating and easy to see from the front row which heightens your anxiety but seeing as you got here late you didn’t have a choice. You’re also wondering if he’s annoyed you came in late because his eyes narrow every time they fall on you. You also notice the moles on his face you feel like someone placed them so delicately on his face just to enhance his beauty even more. Beauty? Is that the right word for a man? Handsome seems too roguish, pretty to feminine, he’s a beautiful man no doubt about it you’re just trying to place a word for his beauty. Ethereal? Hmm, not quite there he’s too real for that, elegant? Maybe, Charming? Eh, you think he’s glared at every student who breathed too loudly. You jolt when he snaps his cane to the ground his eyes hard and you realise he’s looking at you, not only that he’s standing in front of your table. What did you do? You didn’t do anything? You just sat there and tried to find a word for his looks.

“Name” you frown it isn’t a question it’s a demand so you give it.

“Pass these out” he orders lying papers on your desk and you feel like you’re in primary school again helping the teacher pass out papers. He stares and waits when you don’t move right away before you nod and redden before handing out the papers, geez way to lose all confidence or whatever little you had left. Apparently, he is also the type to hand out assessments on the first day which really removes all points from your books.

Your next class you’re not late, thankfully. You sit in the third row, a safe space to the window. You also realise the teacher isn’t there making you frown a bit.

“Settle down everyone” Your eyes look to who just walk in and freeze again. Are all the professors good-looking? Stupidly so? He’s tall and broad muscle, also clean-shaven but he has a shadow of a beard on his face, he’s got strong features and a few scars on his face, his dark hair is shaved at the sides and neat on the top.

“I’m Mr Talis,” he says before he begins the lesson. Mr. Talis seems more laid back than Mr. Viktor, he smiles and engages with his students rather than glaring at them. He actually introduces his teachings and class instead of diving head first into the histories of…. You forgot what Mr. Viktor was even talking about, too busy trying to word his looks. Mr Talis is handsome, no doubt about it in a Greek god kind of way of sculpted muscles, cheekbones and jaw and his tanned complexion. You should really focus on the introduction but fail miserably, you find yourself watching Professor Talis, the slight dimple in the left side of his mouth, the way flexes his arm when he smiles like he needs to use his whole torso to do so. Wouldn’t surprise you it’s a damn good smile.

The bell rings too soon, saving Professor Talis from your ogling. You feel stupid now it’s over, hoping you weren’t too obvious. Your other classes aren’t distracting thankfully, and so far it’s an easy day despite the lingering pain, the day has gotten warmer so the chill isn’t in your bones anymore. This uniform feels a bit much though, but it’s your only one till you can buy another. You stare down at your laptop and notepad as you sit under a large tree. You don’t want to go home yet, staying here it feels quiet, and peaceful, despite the throb in your hips you close your eyes a moment and listen to the breeze. Your brows furrow though as you think back to your home, well your father’s home as he says, it isn’t your home. He’ll probably be drunk, without his medication, or fucking some random woman he picked up from the bar. You sigh and open your eyes noting two figures walking through the courtyard. You see Professor Viktor and Professor Talis, you’re shocked to see them together, they’re opposites, then again opposites attract and Professor Viktor could just have a cold stern teaching mode. You watch them walk, Professor Talis slowing his stride for Professor Viktor you see Talis smile and laugh at whatever Viktor said. You should look away of course professors can have friends, but this- you frown a bit watching Professor Talis’s hand rest on Professor Viktor’s lower back as they stop. That explains it, you look away giving them privacy figuring they think they’re alone. You look at notepad scribbles with random things before closing your laptop and sighing. You shove it all back in your bag and stand awkwardly wincing at your hips before your eyes glancing to the professors once more only to stand stock still when you see Professor Viktor staring in your direction. You glance around stupidly, nobody else is here and he is definitely looking at you. Did he see your awkward hand climb up the tree to stand up? That’s embarrassing, also why isn’t he looking away? You stay rooted for a few minutes before you finally find it in you to walk, well waddle considering your hips.

Jayce is talking but Viktor isn’t listening his eyes are on you, you were staring at him the whole lesson, not with the normal gaze of lust or awe, but like you were genuinely trying to figure him out, he didn’t like it, the way your calculating eyes ran over him, he couldn’t read you. He could read everything else about you but what you were thinking, you kept it so well hidden. You’re new, he hasn’t seen you before, most of the other students are returns so he knew most of them, but you, you weren’t like them, your backpack wasn’t expensive, no phone in sight, your laptop was cheap as well, you wore no makeup either. The way you sat indicated pain, constant by the way you weren’t reacting to it like you were used to it. The instant sorry you said when you arrived a few minutes late told him more than enough as well.

“Viktor?” Jayce brings him back with a hand on his back. He watched you stand using the old tree to balance yourself up, he watched your lips pursed in pain and he had a sudden urge to walk over there. Jayce follows his gaze to your retreating form.

“New student huh? She’s in my class too” Jayce says smiling before it falters.

“What’s that look for?” He asks.

“What look?” He’s quick to defend making Jayce’s frown deepen.

“Viktor” Viktor sighs at the way he says his name his shoulders relaxing a little as your form disappears.

“She was late,” he says stupidly.

“You’re pissed she was late?” Jayce snorts.

“She’s new she probably got lost give her some slack” he smirks and nudges his side gently making him grumble.

“Keep an eye on her” he says before continuing walking not bothering to explain himself to Jayce.

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Welcome to material list E!

Forgive me, father (Jayvik x reader)

PT 1

Hesitant touches (John 117 x reader)

PT 1

Two sides of a coin (Jayce x reader x Viktor)

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Rookie dreams and nightmares (Tim Bradford x reader)

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Hesitant touches

John 117 x reader

(Set after the Halo series)

Warnings: AOB, light swearing, intimate, touching, sexual, eventual smut, feelings, size difference, size kink, age gap (20s+ reader), plus size reader, first times

The first time you ever saw the master chief he was intimidating to say the least. He was big in all that armour and menacing as were the other Spartans but the master chief held an aura around him. After Dr. Halsey disappeared and the Spartans returned from the covenants planet things were changing. Master chief had returned unconscious, Kai didn’t know what happened to him apparently he just slumped at the helm of the ship and he hadn’t woken up. His internal organs were damaged badly, he would take weeks to heal even with his enhancements. You kept check up on him making sure his vitals were stable.

“Evening Doctor” you jolt about mile at the sound of Cortanas voice.

“Cortana” you answer startled.

“Apologies Doctor” she says and you nod sighing a bit as you check over John. Cortana had explained to you what happened, how she took over John’s body to fight off the covenant fleet and bring them back alive.

“He is still stable” she says and you nod sighing a bit as you look over his overly still form.

“Come on chief” you mumble.

It’s the middle of the night when alarms blare and there’s a rush of soldiers. Your comms are pinging and you rush to the medical bay still in your pyjamas. John is up, staggering around his eyes unfocused. You push past the soldiers as they try to steady him but he just shoves them off. You frown when you approach the heavy scent of alpha coming from him. Each spartan was an alpha but they never displayed.

“John” you call and his eyes snap to you. You jolt at the intensity of them he stumbles over to you tall and imposing and you gulp a bit thinking he might shove you through a wall but the alpha sags on you. You let out a sound struggling to hold him up as he rests his head on your shoulder and breathing deeply.

“John-“ you struggle a bit before he finally holds most of his weight up making you sigh a bit in relief. He doesn’t move away though, his nose right by your scent gland on your neck making it very hard not to shiver or make a noise in front of the soldiers. The other doctors give you confused looks but you’re just as confused by his behaviour, despite his chip taken out his rank chip was still in, at least you think it is.

“Everyone out” you order and the few soldiers and other doctors leave nodding.

“Cortana?” You call.

“I’m here” she says.

“Can you check his rank chip?” You ask.

“Checking it now. Doctor…” she trails off a bit.

“It appears his chip was broken during the battle, he’s experiencing alpha tendencies, at the moment I say he’s using you to calm down” she says and you sigh.

“Great” you mumble a bit.

“Chief?” You hear Kai’s voice behind you. John growls though his arm going around you and stepping back forcing you with him.

“Kai stay back” you say.

“What’s going on?” She asks behind you.

“His rank chip was damaged he’s currently experiencing his alpha tendencies in one hit, he may see you as a threat” you explain trying not to work the alpha up too much.

“Oh” Kai says behind you.

“Look, come back later I’ll tell you when he’s calmed down ok?” You say.

“Ok, good luck” she says before leaving.

“Cortana, how badly is the chip damaged? Do we have to remove it?” You ask.

“It’s shattered doctor, you’ll have to surgically remove it” she says and you nod.

“Alright, John?” You ask softly but he doesn’t move from your neck.

“John?” You try again, nothing. You swallow a bit hesitating.

“Alpha?” He tenses lifting his head a bit his eyes narrowed and intense.

“Your rank chips shattered ok? We need to get it out so it doesn’t cause anymore problems” you explain almost like you would a child. You feel bad but right now his hormones are going haywire.

“Can you lie down again?” He glances to the bed behind him before complying and lying down. You sigh a bit in relief that at least he’s not leaning on you like an over grown bear. You grab some surgical items, putting gloves on before grabbing some numbing serum.

“This’ll numb you while I take the chip out ok?” You say and he nods simply lying very stills. You nod and inject it into his neck, you wait a few minutes before you grab a scalpel and slice where his chip is. You grimace a bit the chip is shattered under the skin. You remove each bit glancing at him occasionally, he just lies deathly still staring at the ceiling. Once you’re done you stitch him up and sigh.

“All done” you say as he sits up slowly.

“Cortana?” You ask softly.

“He’s stable for the most part, his hormone levels are very elevated, but that’s expected” she says and you nod. Shortly after John returned on the ship, you touched for Cortana to be integrated into the system of the base, she’s been immensely helpful, sometimes scaring the shit out of you, but helpful.

“How do you feel John?” You ask taking your gloves off and washing your hands by the sink nearby. He stands and walks over his large form behind you before he rests his forehead on your shoulder once more. It can’t be comfortable for him to hunch over like that, but you try not to move a little scared to set him off. Having his emotion chip removed was a fun walk in the park and now this? You just hope he doesn’t go into rut or something like that.

John recovers, starting to go back to his normal self, but he is different with the lack of his rank chip he looks at everyone differently even more so than before. You watch him, for medical reasons obviously, as his nose flares when people walk by, or if he doesn’t like their scent his nose scrunches up, he towers over everyone naturally but now with his scent strong everyone reacts even more to him, especially the betas and omegas in the facility, they give him wide birth. You’re standing in your lab going over some patience’s vitals when your door opens.

“Kai” you smile and greet.

“How did your talk go with chief?” You ask.

“He’s weird” she says bluntly.

“That’s one way to put it” you say crossing your arms and leaning against your desk.

“He sniffed me” she says pacing a bit.

“That’s expected unfortunately” you say sighing.

“Then glared at me like I hadn’t showered in a month” she says her eyes narrowing her cheeks slightly reddening.

“Alphas are more sensitive to scents, since you have your rank chip in, he can’t scent you that’s probably why he death glared you” you explain.

“But doesn’t majority of the base have chips?” She asks.

“Our chips are different to yours, yours are hardwired to stop all traits of your rank where as our normal chips stop things such as heats and ruts and the more aggressive tendencies of alphas” you explain and she nods taking the information in.

“What happens if you remove mine?” She asks and you tense.

“Well with how Johns reacting I’m not sure, he was surprisingly calm, he didn’t attack anyone out right” you sigh a bit.

“And who knows if he will go into rut with the chip being inside him his whole life he’s never experienced anything an alpha would” you say your worry rising more the more you speak.

“He’s a walking time bomb” you mutter mind reeling a bit.

“Cortana?” You call.

“Here” she answers appearing on your many table.

“Cortana make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid” you say.

“Well he’s currently walking out in the gardens” she says.

“The public gardens?” You ask face paling a bit.

“Yeah” Cortana says.

“Damn it” you sigh.

“What’s he doing?” You ask as you get live footage feed. You frown watching someone talk to him, she’s an omega by the feeds intel, he’s staring down at her without blinking and you worry a bit he might do something. You watch them talk before he shakes his head giving a small smile and walking away. You stare a bit blinking in surprise, that could’ve gone very wrong in so many ways.