#Alpha/ Omega non-traditional

[reddogf13]

Pride & Ruin CH 9

on A03 as well

Alcina X Ethan

summery: Determined to find his daughter Ethan Winters, an omega, storms the castle of Alcina Dimitrescu, an alpha. While fleeing her three beta daughters Ethan has the unfortunate luck of being snagged on the alphas claws. Slipping out a yelp, Ethan fears the worst. Instead, luck will be in his favor under a prideful alpha and Miranda’s plans will fall to ruin.

Status: Incomplete

Rated: M - fowl language and gore

Previous chap: Ch:8 Cascade

Next chap: TBA

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~Ch:9 Tokens & Memoirs~

Quick scrawling on one of her fine document papers with imprinted flowers. She folded it into an envelope for Bela to hand off. Her daughter took it without complaint, but wanted to. What glimpse she got of it was long and dense, beyond a regular list of chores. Aggravated by her mothers temper trickling down to Ethan. Clearing herself of anger before meeting back with Ethan. Talking with Cassandra at the dining table about the nearby lands to settle best. Flourishing deer populations to the rivers full of fish by well flat lands for farming. Daniela, sitting nearby, wasn't paying much attention. Rather keeping rosemary preoccupied with a small teddy bear.

“The colder seasons will be the hardest to get through. That's why you want to smoke as much meat as you can the rest of the year. Learn to jar your harvest soon after to keep longer.” explaining while Ethan looked overwhelmed taking notes.

Helping him take a break, Bela interrupted. “I have your list.” slipping the thick envelope into his hands.

“oh, thank you.” slipping out the list for a quick read over.

Cassandra squinted at the dense list. Brows furrowing, she looked to her sister. Who gave a half roll of her eyes. She knew that look after Bela talked to their mother. Rolling her eyes in a similar fashion.

Daniela's curiosity had her ask. “What's the list for?”

“work.” Ethan answered.

“ALL of that?!”

“erm- it's not too bad.” awkwardly smiling in slipping the list away. “I’ll get it done.” standing he looked to his daughter.

Bela answered a question he hadn't even asked yet. “we’ll watch her.”

“are you sure?”

“She'll be fine, focus on your work.”

“thanks.” knowing the first thing was chopping firewood. He headed toward the more open half of the property. He’d been outside before, but that was in the courtyard. More nervous than usual that a Lycan would come out of nowhere. Cassandra said she hadn't seen any on her patrols. Having looked for them since after the fight. Finding the chopping block with a prepped stack of logs nearby he slipped out the list. Double checking for any instructions to cut he read a general “restock the castle piles.” There was nothing else to read from it and yet he enjoyed going over her curvy handwriting. Taking in the scent of her, flowing off the paper. He tucked it back into the envelope, leaving its top folded open to continue catching its gentle fragrance. Carefully tucking it into an upper pocket of his jacket he got started on his first task. By the time he was done he felt that he was falling behind. Heart slowly weighed down that he was failing. A thought nagging at the back of his mind. Have to work faster. Simply moving to the next task turned into a running sprint. Dusting everything, reordering the library after returning books piled around. Mopping, cleaning carpets alongside the drapes, scrubbing the windows until it looked like the glass was non existent. finishing hardly a quarter of the entire list. Inner thought drilling him to work faster. She’ll be disappointed.

Skipping lunch he burned through a heap of other tasks. Waxing furniture, polishing floors, tossing garbage, going over the kitchen for rotten goods. Clearing the lower roofs of tree junk. He was going to polish metal suits in the armory, but Cassandra chased him out as it was “hers”. By dinner he had managed to complete the impossible list. He was sure there were easily five-hundred chores on that floral paper. Everything ached and it was the first time he devoured his whole dinner to Bela's surprise. It didn't make it out the kitchen when Ethan came in to devour his set plate.

“you alright?”

taking a deep breath after swallowing his last bite. “I finished the list.”

“the whole thing?!”

he leaned against a counter, giving an exhausted nod. “yeah, I’ll need another.”

“Alright, let's go see mother. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to know you finished.” she better be. Bela thought while escorting him back to her mothers den. Giving a swift knock she received no answer. Annoyed, she was going to knock again more harshly. Seeing how tired Ethan was standing beside her she decided on entering anyway. Chancing her mothers temper, but they found the room empty. “ah, she must still be in her office.” glancing back at Ethan struggling to go any further looking about ready to die if he had to walk anywhere else. “stay here, I’ll fetch her.”

“you don’t have to.”

“It's fine, she has to eat dinner anyway. can't do that over business papers.” rushing off to leave Ethan alone in the room.

He let out a tired breath after she was gone. Fuck, what will I feel like tomorrow? A Lycan's chew toy? Swallowing through the aches and pains, what helped the most was breathing. Surrounded by her scent around the room gave some ease. He looked toward the couch, wanting to sit, but it felt so far a walk. The next closest was her bed. He hesitantly took the few steps over to lean on it. Hissing at the mixed feeling of relief and re-freshened aches elsewhere. Staring down at the plush bed calling him to lay down and rest. Sitting would be fine. Long as I get up when they come back. already easing on the bed's edge by the time his thought finished. Body letting out all sorts of cracking pops as if settling back into his proper positions. He winced the most when his back relaxed, despite still giving a sense of being locked in bent shape.

A few deep breaths tempted him to relax further. Coming up with an excuse he didn't bother to fight. Just to stretch my back out. Doing just that after laying back to further sounds of snapping down his spine. Groaning out of pain mixed relief he shut his eyes to lay there briefly. Okay, I should get up. his mind thought, but body refused to follow. Hesitation leading him into a deeply needed sleep.

While Bela had just reached her mothers office. Baby rose on the verge of sleep in her arms, assuming Ethan would want her back for bed time. She gingerly entered her mothers office. “dinners ready. … and Ethan finished his chores.”

Alcina seemed disinterested in the announcement. “good.” was her only answer while looking over papers. “I’ll be done here in a few minutes. You can set my dinner in my room.” writing a few things.

Bela hid her building frustration. Taking in a calming breath she requested. “He needs a list for tomorrow.”

“tomorrow?!” attention snapping to her daughter. “He finished that whole list?!”

“yes?”

“that list was for the month!”

“...oh. … we thought-...” fidgeting with Rose at the misunderstanding. Usually her mother formatted lists a bit differently on how they’d be taken each day. “It was really dense.” pointing out the issue.

Alcina rubbed the bridge of her nose. “...yes, it was.” recognizing the mistake. “Where's he now?”

“I left him in your room. He’s waiting for another list.”

setting down her pen she stood from her desk. “Well, let's go talk to him then.”

Bela perked at her mother going to see Ethan. After trying so hard to gain at least some crossing of each other's presence. Thoughts going back and forth on how their meeting would go while following her mother. Passing to get ahead on opening the door for her.

“mm.” Alcina hummed when she found Ethan sleeping at the end of her bed. Arms resting on his chest with his legs hanging over the edge.

“he worked through the entire day. I don’t think he had lunch by how quick he got dinner down.” trying to pacify any anger her mother would have toward finding him on her bed. “want me to wake him?”

softly spoken, so casually. “no, he’s earned it.” hiding her excitement for the omega sleeping on her bed, in her personal den.

“Should I give Rose to Beneviento?”

“mm, no, I’ll take her. When he wakes we’ll talk and he can take her to bed.” gently taking the bundle who woke from the moment. Humming to her a soft tune from long ago the fussing little girl went right back to sleep. Smiling in satisfaction to herself she turned to Bela. “has she eaten?”

“Yes, mother. Should I bring your dinner?”

“Yes, and a few bottles.”

Her daughter nodded and swiftly swarmed away to fetch what was asked. While Alcina stepped over to her large arm chair to sit at a small side table. Softly looking down at the child sleeping in her arms, then over to winters. Looking just as sound asleep on the thin bedding. That annoying itch of the improper nest coming to haunt her. Followed shortly by the bitter knowledge that it doesn't matter. Smile drooping then forced back on with Bela's arrival. Loving the elegant plate before her of roast pork in a hot broth of mixed vegetables. “wonderful choice.” she complimented the plate set for her.

“Thank you, mother. Cassandra caught it this morning.”

“should have known.” dipping her head as Bela left for dinner with her sisters. Taking up a fork to get started she eventually finished her meal. Ethan was still deeply sleeping on her bed and rose being the same in her arms. He needs the sleep. Passing on waking him she gathered up her nightwear to go change in her private bath. A simple switch into fresh pajamas covered by her silk robe she lightly tied at her waist. Shutting her bed canopy for the most part without disturbing Ethan. Going around to the other side to get into bed. She was still going to sleep here, despite Ethan's presence. It was the only bed big enough for her height and there was more than enough room for them both anyway.

Meanwhile Bela finally had time alone to bother Donna without her sisters watching. A bit late on catching up she had to shake Donna awake. “Donna! Donna!”

she sat up with Angie waking too in the chair sat near. “What do you want?!” snapping from their disturbed sleep.

“Ethan's sleeping in mothers bed! What do we do?!”

“Wow, already?!” looking to Donna. “we’re better match makers than I thought.”

Donna waved up a hand then rubbed her face to wake up more thoroughly. “wait.” she mumbled in her whispered voice.

“think they’ll be okay?”

“They are in bed together.” Angie snickered. “then again with the height difference-”

“not like that! He fell asleep right after finishing that huge list of chores and mother let him stay.”

“gah, got our hopes up for nothing!” tossing her arms up then dropping them to create a small clacking noise. “same as before, gotta wait. This is progress still. If you keep passing gifts he’ll keep drifting toward her. And as long as he doesn't leave to some vacant forest plot. All should be well.”

After Ethan's rejection, they all assumed that was that. Ethan would eventually leave with rose. Alcina would naturally go through the rejection stage. The agitation, the seclusion, destruction of objects, and short fuse with others. But they didn't expect it from Ethan. The two refused to see that some bonding had occurred. First sign being during the alpha battle, running off to provide support for his bonded alpha. then his following symptoms in the castle. Lack of appetite, lack of sleep, his wandering nights of the castle were an urge to find her, but of course she was going through rejection in seclusion.

Everyone refused to confront the elephant in the room. Ethan had nowhere to go, they had bonded and the vast denial that they were in was harming both their health. Donna and Bela, as each sides betas, agreed to nudge them together. Starting with the courting gifts. Alcina certainly wasn't going to give more, so they had to sneak some from her. Instincts couldn’t tell the difference between a gift and a gift. All they needed was to pass something from her with her scent all over it. The list of chores worked perfectly with Bela lacking her own scent to taint it before delivery.

“I hope this speeds up mothers healing.”

“if he stays all night in that room it will. Maybe she’ll actually join the dinner table again.”

“What should we do tomorrow? I’m sure mother will give him another list. That’ll buy us more time before he leaves.”

“A lot of waiting, try to up the meetings. We’ll have to leave to press that.”

“leave? but what if he wants to follow?”

“he won’t, can’t- sorta. he won’t want to and can't if he works here. A small talk will convince him to stay, no problem. Without us he’s going to attach to someone else. Maybe you, for a bit, but it won’t last. We’ll see how he is tomorrow.”

Bela nodded. “Thank you, sorry I woke you for this.” stepping toward the doorway.

“part of the job.” even Donna's need for sleep oozed through Angie’s voice.

Donna managed to whisper mumble a “good night.” as Bela left.

Ethan slowly woke to the cold coming over him. Aches throbbing at every part of his body he slowly opened his eyes to the darkened room. The fire had been out for so long that even the embers had died. What light there was, was of the moon coming through the large windows. Squinting at the canopy being mostly closed and blocking that. He was slow to notice the other in bed with him. Opening amber eyes, catching the light, flicked fully to his direction at the minor moment he did. He tensed, remembering where he was and who he was laying before. Sitting up suddenly, locked up in pain he winced out an apology. “sorry.” wanting to get up, but his sore body wouldn’t allow it. Stuck wallowing in guilt at his stupid action.

“you’re fine.” she softly soothed. “your rest is well deserved. I didn't mean for that list to be done so soon. It was meant for a whole month. I apologize for not organizing the list better.”

“oh, it's fine. …” glancing around in preparation to get up. The mere thought had his body screaming at him. Developing a fear that he’d faceplant right out of bed.

Even she could see his inner fight over leaving. Softly coaxing him. “You can rest back down.”

“...thanks.” still mildly worried about being intruding, but if she said it was fine. About to ease back down when he stiffened up again. “I have to get-!”

“She's here.” easing him as she lifted a hand to gesture over the child resting at her chest. “Do you want her?”

not wanting to wake her. “...no.” Fully easing back again he held in a groan of pain rushing over. Breathing out a long tired breath the worry of leaving his child in the alphas arms hadn’t crossed his mind. Neither did the thought of how the alpha would react. She was elated to be trusted with the omegas child. He only began worrying when he heard Rose fussing from her sleep. Opening an eye to watch if she’d calm down again. He didn't have to watch long after Alcina began to hum a tune. Ethan himself was eased into almost falling asleep again when Déjà vu hit him like a truck. He heard that tune before, many times, when putting rose to bed he’d start the CD player. Taking out a disk, snapping the case shut, reading the band's name as- “Miss D?!” he leaned up, pain stopping him from sitting up too fast. The mentioned name had Alcina's face scrunch. “You were in a band! With the Pallboys!” everything on the CD case hitting him at once.

“ugh, who told you about that?”

“No one, we have a CD back home.”

“oh, one of those is still around?” giving a half eye-roll.

“Rose likes it. It helps her fall asleep.”

“Well, of course.” she smirked. “She has good taste.”

“you don’t seem to like it much.”

her smile dropped. “mm, those bright stardom days on stage weren’t very bright behind the scenes.”

“oh.”

“that was long ago.” waving as if she could shoo the memories away. “my girls hardly know about it and I rather keep it that way.”

“Do you still sing?”

“somewhat, not for show. For myself when I’m bored over paperwork.”

“… what happened?” treading lightly on the subject.

She let out a long breath through her nose. “… a lot of messes. Money, drugs, politics wrapped up in death. So many cover ups. … I couldn’t keep up with that life. Even if my-... health had been better. At the time. I needed the money and most jobs were too strenuous. But singing was easy, started in late night bars. Got wrangled into a band who needed a singer. We grew to play at all the grand jazz clubs. We traveled for a time to play place to place. We even went to America on a few occasions. Then things unraveled when world war two hit. Money was tight, travel was restricted, clubs and bars didn't have the party atmosphere they used to have. The nights under the spotlight weren’t worth it anymore. Most of the band was suddenly drafted. Us remaining tried to go on. We dipped into addictions to escape the stress and nightmares of a worsening war. I hated everyone that I used to see as family. It was all business deals, to keep us on stage or to keep our lives. We were at each other's throats. Favors had to be paid, far too degrading, for a measly bit of time until the next demand. Even after the war and things turned back to some form of normalcy. We had far too much debt to pay. some of the boys never returned from war. The ones that did drowned their sorrows and took it out on me when they had no bottles to stare into. For years I stayed for the money in the end, but that was drying up. It hit me how far I’d fallen when I started paying to keep us going to the next show. I was fighting alone to get the remaining boys on stage. I was cornered and desperate for an out when I got a letter. Some distant relative of mine had died and being the lone decedent I was to be given all the estate.” remembering that elegant letter, its cursive writing was far too familiar now to who wrote it. “by what was promised I didn't know if it was true or some cruel trick. Either way, I couldn’t keep living how I was. My only out was to spend all I scrounged up to flee in the night.” taking another deep breath. “hopped on a ship, some flights, a carriage ride and made it here. You can fill in the rest.” letting out a low growl she changed to a rough hum to keep from startling him. “may they all be rotting in hell.”

“… I’m sorry.”

“No need, you weren’t there.”

“Is that why?... you hate men?" During all his running, there was a curiosity for her rich hatred. All the insults thrown his way to how she reacted to him like a plagued rat. All that hate had to come from somewhere, after all.

“mm, very much so. … but I’ll give you a pass.” she clarified. “you’re harmless, mostly. Far too good a shot.” her joke had them both chuckle.

“mm, had a lot of practice.”

“the Bakers?” remembering all the descriptions Ethan gave about his scars.

“yeah. My wife disappeared - she had a lot of secrets. I got a message from her, years later, after I thought she was dead. I rushed to Louisiana and swam through corpse water. Fought off black mold creatures with teeth that would make a crocodile jealous.” smiling lightly when he heard a chuckle. “a whole family infected by the stuff that twisted and mutated into things I can't really describe. A false human being who looked like an old woman and a child. Mocking me for not wanting to join the family she was making. Destroyed the infection and was swept away to be interrogated for hours about things I hardly had a clue about.

Lots of therapy, lots of couples therapy. I thought I could get it all behind me, but I don’t know. A part of my sanity’s gone? It's like a chunk of me has been left behind in Louisiana. We kept living, had Rose and I felt more whole again in a long while. Replacing it was living in paranoia for something to happen...” gesturing an arm up to flop back down. “Here we are.” ow. Wincing at the movement.

“I imagine you’re still tired from it all.” taking up one of the extra blanket layers to toss over him. “Let's put those memories to rest, before the sun catches us, and let yourself recover after today.”

He hummed in agreement. Shuffling the blanket around to cover him he caught the comforting scent of her off it. Shutting his eyes easier than the past few nights.

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aye, merry Christmas. :v//

managed to get this one done for the holiday, but unfortunately i am officially out of pre-written chapters. so from here on updates will be very random.

[stevieschrodinger]

Just Eddie and Steve getting mauled by bats and them getting like, upside down rabies or something.

Eddie doesn't register the changes to his body because he's out cold for a week after they kill Vecna and shut the upside down. Steve thinks he's just hurt, at first. Dismisses the fever and him just being run down and injured and everything being way too fucking much. But then he freaks out when his canine teeth go pointy in his mouth when he gets pissed off. Runs and hides.

Can't hide the fact that his eyes flash red though. Everyone's freaking out and Steve's locked himself in a bathroom and is more concerned with how hot and itchy the base of his fucking dick is. Because that's the most concerning symptom here, like, by far, especially when it starts to feel swollen.

Doesn't help that in the middle of everyone freaking out (quietly though, they are in the hallway of the hospital) Hoppers eyeing them suspiciously and is there to tell them Munson has woken up and doesn't that just flip a fucking switch in Steve.

He's out the bathroom and down the hall before anyone can stop him.

They all see it then though, clear as anything, when Steve's eyes bleed to red and Eddie's answer with gold. When they're both nuzzling and fucking purring at each other and in the doorway is squeezed the whole party and no one has a single fucking clue what the hell is going on.

[lilacwriter07]

Nobody expected Lilith to return, the female Alpha acting like she already own the place . Flirting with Lucifer touching his arm, trying to give him gifts .

Charlie was happy for her parents to be back together, ofcourse she grow a bit worried that her father ignored Lilith . Not even looking her way as she presents him even a duck (a duck !)

Adam who was already annoyed with Lilith's visit, decide that perhaps working in the garden would help . So when he got to the door, he suddenly felt someone holding his arm ."Where are you going ?" Lucifer asked his hold firmly holding Adam in place .

"To the garden .. Let go you freaking gremling ." Holding his arm up but Lucifer just went allong with the movement, after a few minutes Adam gave up . And took a happy Lucifer with him .

Lilith was so in shock she whispered ."What the fuck was that ." Angel drinks his wine as he smirks ."Ya got dumped that's what happend ."

(big question should I or not have Cain, Abel and Seth in the story ? Seth obviously a Beta like his father, but what about Cain and Abel 🤔)

[aethermint]

Soooooo who's going to write the ABO Agathario fanfics I have been waiting VERY patiently...

[menuliso]

i think we as a society need more winter dkbk where izuku is the alpha instead of kacchan

[aspeninthesnow]

Dynamic Descriptions

The secondary sex categories or dynamics are Alpha, Beta, Omega, Beta-Alphas or Zetas, and Beta-Omegas or Thetas. A/N: I picked those particular Greek letters because I wanted all the Beta mixed dynamics to rhyme with Beta.

Alpha

Alphas are the instinctual protectors. They are typically willing to put themselves into harm's way to ensure everyone is safe, however, they will only engage in a physical fight if provoked or an unknown person gets too close to their mate or pack; especially if a mate is pregnant.

They have the longest canine teeth of all the dynamics, but they aren't very sharp. It takes intentional force behind a bite to puncture skin so Alphas bare their teeth as a warning more than a threat. The most common kind of fight is over a potential mate, and this is often the only time an Alpha's nails will protract into claws as their instincts are at the forefront of their mind instead of rational thoughts.

Their protective instincts also drive them to want to provide a suitable, comfortable place to live for their pack and mate(s). Alphas will take their time searching for just the right home that is well located to be protected from others as much as possible or will mark their territory to keep strangers away (deliveries have to be left in a lock box at the edge of the property, like a mail dropbox). Some Alpha's will even build or have a house built for their pack or make various improvements to their homes to make it perfect.

Alphas are the most fertile dynamic when impregnating someone.

Female Alphas have Ambigenitalia, both sets of primary sex reproductive organs, and can therefore impregnate others and be impregnated. They have a clitoral penis or a clitoris that when aroused elongates, fills out in diameter and has a knot structure at the bottom. When not aroused, it shrinks to between 6.5 and 12 cm or 2.56-4.72 in, staying outside the body as an enlarged clitoris. Their testicles are internal for most people but some do have theirs drop.

Female Alphas don't ovulate very frequently (typically every seventy-five days) and they're fertile for fewer days then other dynamics, which makes getting pregnant harder unless they get a fertility boost. They also experience some complications with childbirth as they normally have narrower hips than Betas, making them prefer cesarean sections over vaginal birth as they have become more widely available. Due to their body's restrictions, they more often than not only get pregnant with one pup at a time, which works out as their milk supply is below average so some parents could struggle to feed even one pup at times.

Alphas have an Alpha Voice, but they only have access to it while they have at least one mate bond, have several packmates (three or more) or a pup as it only works on closely bonded people or to specifically push dangerous people away from the pack.

Beta

Betas are the balancers, stable workers and main providers. They have the most sensitive noses which allows them to sense shifts in mood and pheromone/hormone levels in those around them. It can also affect them negatively if the space they are in is particularly smelly. Betas can mildly to moderately influence the moods of others, even strangers, depending on their own control of their pheromones. This ability can improve with practice, but typically, the more people in the space the harder it is to influence everyone to the same degree, unless the person is exceptionally good at controlling their pheromones. When bonded they have even more influence over their mate and/or packmates without practice as there is a higher level of trust in the relationship. But whether there is a close bond or not, the influence is short lived, lasting at most five minutes as it is for peacekeeping or to help keep someone calm.

Betas with excellent to exceptional control of their pheromones are capable of producing a nullifying pheromone that can cancel out any other it comes in contact with, basically resetting a space as long as no one else is putting out more pheromones. This is another balancing tool or it can be used to help someone going into heat make a quick escape. This nullifying pheromone, if used correctly, can be turned into a pheromone/hormone combo that can break down the chemical connections that create bonds; something that is completely unique to Betas.

Betas can also absorb pheromones and hormones, which allows them to help to hold off a rut/heat cycle for a few hours; fully stop a cycle that is just starting or end one early; when bonded, some Betas can absorb enough to stop a cycle at any stage. Absorbing has a rebound effect and will push Betas into either a rut or heat cycle of their own some time later. Which cycle and how long it lasts depends on their own biology, what dynamic their mate is (if they have one) and the strength of the pheromones and hormones absorbed. So a Beta who absorbed heat pheromones and hormones from an Omega that were of a moderate strength (someone who wasn't in full blown heat yet) could be pushed into their own heat a day later. This heat could last approximately 1.5-2 days long. Whereas a mated Beta doing the same thing would probably be pushed into a rut cycle for 1-2 days. The ability to absorb pheromones and hormones starts to fade as they reach fecundopause or the end of their fertility. Post fecundopausal Betas no longer have access to this skill.

When sexually satisfied, a Beta's pheromones can boost the fertility of everyone in the immediate area during rut/heat cycles. The effect can become more potent when mated or with control so contraceptives may be needed. Control can also turn this effect down, but there will always be a mild boost, even for the most disciplined. Outside of these increases and a rebound cycle, Betas are normally only as fertile as a regular human would be.

They have the shortest and bluntest canine teeth of all the dynamics, but they're still sharp enough to initiate a bond when enough force is applied.

Betas have elite level stamina. They are the main workforce as they don't have regular heat and rut cycles to throw them off their everyday activities. Having the levels of energy they do allows them to look after everyone else while also being able to do all the work left over during other people's cycles without it being too tiring.

Omega

Omegas are the instinctual nurturers. They nurture bonds, keeping the connections between everyone in the pack healthy and flourishing. They also tend to gravitate towards nurturing children, pets, plants or even all of these at once.

Omegas are the most fertile dynamic when being impregnated. They are prone to carrying more than one pup at a time in each pregnancy, most often twins (identical or fraternal) but larger numbers are not uncommon (around a 25-30% chance of more than twins). Male Omegas are able to do this as they are Bigenitalic or have Ambigenitalia. They also grow more mammary tissue during the pregnancy in order to breastfeed; for most, the tissue will reabsorb into the body after breastfeeding stops and the hormone levels lower, returning to their previous size, but some retain around an A cup of tissue that may or may not increase in size with subsequent births. Both Male and Female Omegas are above average producers of breast milk, helping their multiples survive past infancy.

Male Omega's Bigenitalia means they have a working male reproductive system, but their sperm count is low, even in heat, so impregnating someone else takes work unless they have an outside help with their fertility.

They have the second longest canine teeth after Alphas and they're also the sharpest.

Omegas gain Omega Voice after presenting. Omega Voice is most powerful in situations where an Omega feels that they are in danger of some kind as they would most likely be able to talk their way out of it, however it must be genuine danger and not a threat that is a means to get someone to use their ability. When threatened, an Omega's most useful tools are their teeth, Omega Voice and their claws which will protract if they need to defend themselves. Omega Voice is also useful for calming down unruly pups or overwhelmed packmates: blood related or pack bonded members of a household, community or compound.

Zeta

Zetas are the midpoint between Alphas and Betas. They and their Theta counterparts have the second most sensitive noses after Betas. Zetas have a mild to moderate ability to influence the mood of their packmates, pups and mate(s) with their pheromones, but no ability to influence strangers. This can of course get stronger with practice and control. The closer the bond, the stronger their ability is without refinement, but the easier it is to mess up more complex mood changes. For example, if someone is feeling angry it's relatively easy to pivot to neutral or calm as they're not directly opposing emotions, but more skill is required to push all the way to happiness and not just make the person madder.

Zetas, similar to Betas, can influence the fertility of others in cycle just by using their pheromones. Their ability, however, works at will and only with practice so there is less of a chance of accidental pregnancy, but on the other hand, if a Zeta can't control it they can't give anyone a boost.

Unlike Betas, Zetas specifically can extend someone's heat cycle by producing rut hormones and pheromones out of their own cycle to keep the heat going. This only works on those who are mated, two or more unmated people or between packmates to a lesser extent. Doing this out of cycle will push them into a mini rut, usually for the duration of the time they're helping the person(s) out. Extending a heat has the benefit of making sure mate bonds are in place and healthy for multi-person bonds and ensuring one or more pregnancies.

Their canine teeth are longer than a Betas but just as blunt, so they also can still initiate a bond.

Zetas are in the middle of the dynamics when it comes to fertility as they produce less sperm than Alphas, but more than Betas. This is true even in rut cycles for all primary sexes.

Female Zetas have Ambigenitalia and can both impregnate others and be impregnated. Female Zetas ovulate more frequently than Female Alphas (about every fifty days) and their hips are typically more in line with a Female Beta's, so they are more likely than Alphas to successfully carry a pregnancy. However, they still frequently only get pregnant with one pup at a time; in very rare instances they might have a twin pregnancy, but no more than two pups at a time. One of the reasons is they are slightly below average producers of breast milk, so multiple pups would have a hard time surviving without outside help.

Theta

Thetas are the midpoint between Omegas and Betas. They, like their Zeta peers, have a mild to moderate ability to influence the mood of their packmates, pups and mate(s), but no ability to influence strangers. They can also influence the fertility of others in cycle at will. Thetas can do the opposite of Zetas and extend someone's rut cycle.

Their canine teeth are longer than a Betas but are almost as sharp as an Omegas.

Thetas are also around the middle when it comes to fertility as they're more fertile than Betas, but less than Omegas.

Male Thetas have partial Bigenitalism as they do not have a vulva, but they do have everything else from both sets of reproductive organs. The uterus is still connected to a cervix and a canal, but the canal is connected to the anus and is separated by a wall. The wall is the Epivagina, which keeps the reproductive organs and waste separated by moving to cover the rectum for access to the vagina when aroused which also closes that half of the anal sphincter. Male Thetas and Omegas also have an internal clitoris just inside the vagina.

Both Male and Female Thetas have about a fifty-fifty chance at having one pup at a time or a random number of multiples, but usually no more than four as their hips aren't as wide as an Omegas. They can also be over-producers of breast milk making them the biggest suppliers of all of the dynamics. It depends on how many babies they have to feed and how many other babies they're around if their bodies will go into overdrive. Thetas are generally known to be rather generous with their oversupply of milk as they have enough to go around, maybe even to store some for later. This has earned them the title of "Wet-nurse" and anyone with a newborn, especially multiples, is all too happy to pay a Theta for their milk or court one for their pack as the mammary glands can be stimulated or encouraged to grow outside of pregnancy if needed.

Dictionary

Fecundopause - end of fertility.

Fecund - Highly fertile; able to produce offspring.

Pause - A temporary stop or rest; an intermission of action; interruption; suspension; cessation.

[fandom-hoarder]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! This week, I come to you all with a humble request: non-traditional omegaverse wincest. Aka: anything that isn't alpha/omega. Do you think about it? Do you have headcanons? How does that impact their dynamic, the way they were raised, the way john treated them, the way other people look at them now, whether everyone still knows damn well that they're together or if they couldn't possibly suspect because they aren't alpha and omega?

(I will also count female alpha/male omega as non traditional because it's my ask and i make the rules)

If you don't like omegaverse, you can just ignore this. But I still sent it because i didn't want you to feel left out this week.

Happy Wincest Wednesday! Thank you for sending this! 🥰

I do like omegaverse, though admittedly I'm still largely a sucker for traditional alpha/omega. I'll eat up a 'Sam suddenly goes into heat and Dean can't resist' story, or the trope of 'Sam is large for an omega/omega rights Sam'. I'm still in my bottom!Sam era, so I pretty much only read omega!Sam right now, and I'm not that interested in beta fic in general unless it's about gender/designation subversion. I'm not interested in alpha/alpha at all, but I'm into omega/omega, and I can't do omega!Dean unless it's DeanJohn.😅😅😅😅

The non-traditional ways I typically play with it are:

QPR SamDean, where Dean is Sam's Alpha but not his sexual partner

Alpha!Jess in Sam's history

FemAlpha!Dean having knot-envy about Sam's male partners (she still has one it's just smaller and she knows Sam likes being really fucking full😔🤷‍♀️)

Full House of Wincest dynamics that build on omega!John/alpha!Mary

[persephoneflouwers]

Sunday Snippet

LIKE CHERRY BLOSSOMS by PERSEPHONEFLOUWERS

Written for the @omegaharryfest , coming soon.

“Look at that. Still in the realm of the living, then” Zayn runs a hand through his hair, and confidently strides towards them. The threatening shield peeks out from behind his shoulders. “The ungifted Prince.”

Louis snorts. Was it supposed to sound like an insult or something?

“Don’t say that, Z.,” Harry whispers. He sounds out of breath and seems unsure. Louis smells he’s getting more nervous by the second.

“Why, H? It’s the truth.”

“Zayn,” Louis interjects. He knows very well he can defend himself. “Did you forget that I don’t give a shit about that, huh? I thought you could come up with something more…creative.”

Louis's eyes flicker over to Harry, his gaze lingering for just a moment. His alpha kicks in his chest, when the smell of Harry's distress reaches the subtle scent of unease wafting through the air. Without saying a word, Louis knows that it should be his turn to step in, to offer comfort and protection.

“None of this creative nonsense, Louis,” Zayn says, “You’ve never been worthy.”

And this might as well be said inside his mind, because he feels the world grow suffocatingly quiet, as if the air itself has been sucked away. Shadows creep along the walls, devouring any trace of light.

Aracne.

TAGS: Ex married to lovers, Royalty with mentions of superpowers, mythology, mythological creatures as pets/weapons (lmao), Infertility, mpreg, mating cycles, side ziam, side shiall, mentions of war, dual POV, war and fights, plot twist, main character death (or is it??? Not sure how to say this), non traditional ABO dynamics which means omegas are not simply cute pretty little things, but bad ass intimidating warriors and alphas are basically the commoners lucky enough to marry them :)

[wolfinshipclothing]

Full intent on being cringe-on-main but.. have you guys considered A/B/O in a trans/GNC way?

I mean, like... OK, you have a Primary Gender (PM), which is the "male-female standard", and you have your Secondary Gender (SG), Alpha/Beta/Omega.

But how are those two supposed to relate? Culturally speaking, each country, and each group of people, and each household have different standards of what a man and a woman can and should do or act. HOW does that translate to your SG? Is it culturally asumed that an AlphaMan/OmegaWoman is the standard, or maybe it's just backward/old fashioned thinking? Was it considered a shame to have an Alpha!daughter, but not as shameful as having and Omega!son? Or backwards?

What about the whole pheromones thing? Alphas and Gammas have distinct pheromones, and in some stories, there are pheromones blockers or even "false pheremones" perfumes or some shit. Is it expected for people who dont fit the AlphaMan-OmegaWoman dichotomy to "mask it"? Is the reveal/rebellion of expressing your true self an "coming-out" kinda act?

AND WHAT ABOUT TRANS/GNC PEOPLE?!

What about an AMAB!Trans Woman who is also an Alpha? Would people say "why did you even change your PG if your SG aligned well with what you have?" or "you're making your life more complicated for yourself! if only you were a trans OmegaWoman/trans AlphaMan..." Are people who feel unconfortable with their assignated at birth PG but who feel alright or even proud of their SG the equivalent of real life trans/GNC people who don't do HRT or surgery?

AND WHAT ABOUT SECONDARY GENDER TRANS PEOPLE?!

This is something i've never seen in any A/B/O fic i have read yet.

OF COURSE, its pretty common for characters (usually MaleOmegas) to express they hate their SG gender. Very ocassionally this happens to Alphas, but it's usually Omegas who don't like their SG (sexism). Like, it goes from mild "i wish i had been born an Alpha" to "I HATE BEING AN OMEGA, PEOPLE LOOK DOWN ON ME, I HAVE TO CONSTANTLY PROVE MYSELF, MY BODY DOES THINGS I DONT LIKE, I HATE IT!".

And, I've got to say, this is probably tinted with my trans!woman colored glasses, but this does sounds pretty trans/GNC to me. SURE, it could be just about hating the social expectation of your SG, but... come on, its simply logic: if there's people who don't identified with their assigned at birt PG, the same logic would apply to folks' SG. And how would that work? Well, there's the masking with opposite SG pheromones, and suppresors to both heat and ruts. There's probably gotta be some equivalent to HRT to SG. But in the A/B/O worlds, the SG is ALWAYS more important than the PG, so IMAGINE the OUTROAR of someone "daring to think they can change their nature".

AND WHAT ABOUT SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ATRACTION/LACK OF?!

In the A/B/O worlds, sexual/romantic attraction is the norm. Not wanting to have a Mate, or at least a Pack, its considered weird at best, unhealty and prophane at worst. What if you're aro? Or worst, ace? "So you want to be with me but not have my pups/give me your pups? you dont love me -.-" and stuff like that.

And even if you have interest in sexual and romantic interest... do they match your partner? In A/B/O stories, Alphas are usually attracted to Omegas-Betas and viceversa. Sometimes there are B/O or O/O ships, but hardly A/A ships, because "of biological reasons, A/A relationship would always fight and be aggresive to eachothe" (homophobia). What if you're and AlphaWoman but are only atracted to woman, regardless of SG? What if such AlphaWoman finds an woman they like but she's trans!PG!Alpha?

There must be stuff i'm missing, like the social hierarchy of the PG/SG combinations (Alpha are on top, Omegas are at the bottom, and how they interact with the SG) or the treatment of Betas (they either don't exist or are unimportant or reduced to the role of caretakers), but this post is long already.

TL:TR: A/B/O started, as far as i know, to have M/M couples pregnant, and yes, its heavily fueled by sexism, abuse/rape, gender essentialism and other shit.

BUT if you go past that, if you're willing to really apply some of the real world actual issues to A/B/O, you find yourself with a complex setting with lot of Worldbuilding rip for the taking, where the characters of the fandom you're into can fit-subvert-break the molds of the world and explore how that applies to your ship/your story.

And if you're into it, you can add even MORE animal/furry stuff, like were-beast transformation and stuff.

Just... think outside the mold!

(AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, REMEMBER TRANS/GNC PEOPLE EXIST!)

[transalphabf]

I’m a simple Alpha, I get invited into an Omega’s nest and I am stricken with how intimate and special it is. Omegas just smell so good and are so handsome and nice, it’s easy for them to convince me to give them my hoodie, watching the way they’re dwarfed in it, lying back and admiring as my Omega sits on my hips, his hands resting on my stomach, purring up a storm for me.

It’s even nicer when my Omega lets me fall asleep, and wakes me up a little while later with a little kiss, and I realise they’ve taken off their jeans- just to get more comfortable, right? And it feels so good when he presses up close against me.

Oh, you want me to take off my jeans too? Okay. Let’s be comfortable...

Oh...Omega, you’re not wearing any underwear? Oh, right okay. Makes sense that you want to only wear something that’s mine. Hey, you’re all slick, do you need a knot?

Well, you best come ride me right?

[reddogf13]

Pride & Ruin CH 8

on A03 as well

Alcina X Ethan

summery: Determined to find his daughter Ethan Winters, an omega, storms the castle of Alcina Dimitrescu, an alpha. While fleeing her three beta daughters Ethan has the unfortunate luck of being snagged on the alphas claws. Slipping out a yelp, Ethan fears the worst. Instead, luck will be in his favor under a prideful alpha and Miranda’s plans will fall to ruin.

Status: Incomplete

Rated: M - fowl language and gore

Previous chap: Ch:7 Cataclysm

Next chap: Ch:9 Tokens & Memoirs

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~Ch:8 Cascade~

After visiting their mother, the girls joined Daniela in the kitchen. Daniela excitedly brought Ethan a bottle of warm milk. Saying hi to rosemary who smiled and giggled up at her after being awoken for her dinner. Returning soon after to help set up the dining table before calling everyone in to sit. Still tuckered out, Ethan tucked rosemary back into bed. The sleeping quarters were close enough to hear her if she started crying. Bela checked in on Donna's health, then on Ethan's. “your fever hasn't spiked again. Feel hot at all?”

“haven't for a while. I think it's actually gone this time.” sitting next to Donna he looked to the large chair further down. “Is your mother coming?”

“no, she's staying in to not strain herself.”

“how is she?”

“doing fine.” Cassandra answered. “lots of stitching needed to be done. Her face I couldn't do anything about. The skinned half has to grow back on its own. She hopes it won't scar. Her leg had the muscle pierced, that'll need time even after I closed it. She says she's sure her ribs are broken and will take the longest to heal.” digging something out of her pocket to slide across the table. “That's yours.”

“what is it?” squinting at the silver piece.

“a bit of bullet that fell out of her side. Must've gotten stuck between the quick healing.”

he awkwardly looked away. “oh. ...” dipping his head down.

“After resting a few days most things should be healed.” Bela finished.

“ah.”

“You shouldn't have run away earlier. What were you going to do? Try not to get crushed in the fight? You would've been Miranda's prime target and then-”

He let out a whining sign. “Why am I getting scolded again? I said I was sorry.”

“because mother asked me to.” she smirked as she poured him a glass of tart blood orange lemonade. Setting the pitcher in the middle of the table. It was a brilliant orange color mixing with fresh cut slices of both fruits. Sipping on his glass, he watched the pieces settle around the ice in waiting for the food. Stomach growling at the savory smell traveling from the kitchen. Once everyone was served and seated they dug into the meal. Mini open faced pies baked with smoked salmon, cheese and a few other savory things he wasn't used to. Still he liked it and was happy to have it.

“at least it isn't burnt.” Angie mumbled. Receiving an elbow from Donna to be nice. “what? She burns everything, doesn't she?”

Ethan almost choked on a sip of lemonade from holding a chuckle. Hearing the girls talking about their mother. Daniela, overexcited about it, talked fast about the new things they learned about their mother.

“She can't breath fire, but she has a swarm like ours – The second head has some separate thought processing, but no self of its own - It's actually harder to eat with all the jaws and takes some shifting of them to swallow the food back. - She can choose when to change, except when she hasn't had any blood in a while then-” Daniela went on and on.

Ethan listened to a good chunk of it as he ate through his meal. Mind drifting off onto his plans for the future. The girls seemed to have had their own already.

“we're still going to Spain?!” Daniela had to be pushed out of Bela's space.

“Yes, I asked what we were going to do with the property. She said it wouldn't hurt to have a home for the colder months. Expanding the business was a grand idea as well. With Miranda gone we can go wherever we please.”

“when?!”

“maybe close to spring. Depends on her getting better. We'll visit for a little while to set it up as a proper home. Maybe some maintenance as well.”

Ethan took a sip of his drink in drifting off in thought again. Sounds like they got a plan. Maybe I have until spring to move out. Setting the date for himself then have the girls enforce one.

Easier said than done with the days passing by. It all felt incredibly slow and yet distressingly fast. Three days later, Ethan had been scribbling ideas. Only to toss them away in crumpled piles collecting in a milk crate. Ethan looked across the spread papers duke delivered to him earlier that day. Crossing over job offers the entire day for what he discussed. Thankfully farmhands were needed everywhere and provided lodging of some sort. Off to the side was a bottle of fresh suppressants to keep him going for a while. When he finally did choose he wouldn't have to worry when his next dose could be afforded. Scanning across the offerings he felt light headed and sick. Torn on wanting to choose and wanting to stay where he was. We can’t stay, I already said no. I'm just being a mooch now. Raking his hands through his hair he leaned back. Taking in a deep breath to settle his stomach. ... I haven't seen her in a while. Glancing toward the door leading into the main castle halls. Is she doing okay? Must be, the girls aren't too worried. All their chats had been surrounding their eventual trip to Spain.

He rubbed his face in breathing out his stress. Fighting back the exhaustion weighing on him. Sleep of any sort had been fickle for him. Half the nights he’d been up wandering in the hopes that he’d sleep after returning to bed. He would, however, never very deeply. The lack of sleep was starting to affect him in the waking day. He didn't even notice Angie had come up to stand by him.

scanning across all his papers. “How stressful can it be to pick a farm, ain't they all the same?”

“no, most the jobs are seasonal. Sends most of these into the trash.” crumpling another paper to toss. “Maybe I’ll just pick one for now and be a bit of a nomad when the seasons end. Can’t sit around here forever.”

“better stay.” Donna softly whispered.

“huh?”

Angie clarified. “Lady Dimitrescu needs to do a lot of healing and your presence helps that along. Better you stick around.”

“you sure that’s a good idea? I feel like I shouldn't be here after the refusal.”

“you’ll be fine, like she’d kick you out, and it's better for her.”

“mm.”

“you’ll be closer to the duke for any documents you need. Rose will need a lot of them if you plan to travel. What if you need to cross some borders?”

“That's true.” glancing over his awkward pile of papers. “but…”

“but what?”

“my healing presence isn't worth much. I’m just taking up space here.”

“You take up the same space as a broom closet. If you're so worried about sitting around, go talk to lady.”

“and say what?”

“ask for chores. Maybe get some courage and ask for a job. She's had like twelve positions open since the- uh- staff firings, and no one else is lined up.”

“hmm. Not a bad idea.” do something, maybe earn my own money for the move. Shuffling papers back into a stack he shoved them into a drawer.

Bela peaked her head in. “dinners ready. We’re having venison and mashed potatoes.” swarming away back to the dining room.

“food!” the doll excitedly screamed. Running ahead of everyone else.

“You don't even eat.” Ethan called after her. Taking rose with him to sit at the table before his hot meal. To the side a small plate of mashed potatoes and a bottle for Rose.

“Rose does and it's fun making potato castles with her.”

“Yeah, and you don't have to clean her up.”

“exactly!”

He rolled his eyes. Pulling the small plate away for Rose to eat a couple spoonfuls without Angie sticking her hands all over it. Looking to the large seat left empty for the 4th night in a row. He worried again how well Alcina was doing having not seen her since the fight. I can try seeing her tomorrow for that talk. wincing when a splat of mash hit his face. Rose had gotten started on her potato mountain without help from Angie. He chuckled while taking up a napkin to clean himself off. Chatter filled the dining room over the course of their meal. Half of Ethan's plate was gone while the rest was picked at. Another trip up he’d been facing the past few days. Coaxed a few times by Bela to eat more from his plate until that no longer worked on him. Simmering down, Ethan helped clean the dishes despite Bela telling him it wasn't needed. Partly he hoped it would tire him out in preparation for bed.

Castle, calm in darkness from the normal daylight hustle. Became the perfect time for one's thoughts to run through the quiet night. A black nail tapped a shattered piece of mirror. The desk covered in similar pieces littered down to the floor. Alcina stared into the half remaining of the destroyed mirror. The glow of her eyes caught in the reflection of the cracked glass. Looking back at her miserable self sitting alone in the dark. Why am I not enough? Looking over her knuckles. Still too slow. Continuing to bleed from punching the vanity mirror. Was it worth it?… Well, Heisenberg is gone. Softly smiling about it. Her lovely landscape view was always tainted by the black smoke of Karl's running factory, but now no longer. No more meetings with him, or anyone. No one can call me useless, worthless, a disappointment. These are my lands now and I doubt Donna will challenge me for the title. She sighed at the dreadful feeling sinking in again. Ethan was still here, she wanted him to leave already. But wasn't about to chase him out. Why bother? to make the position available? Could I find another omega out there? Should I take the time to travel? She shut her eyes until a plik noise had her look down. Growling at her side, pooling blood that dripped down to the floor. Great, hate getting blood on the carpet. She stood from her small stool, wincing at a stabbing pain from her ribs. Limping out into the darkened hall down to the large cleaning closet. Grabbing a handful of gauze rolls to return with.

Ethan hadn't been wandering the dark castle for too long. He tossed and turned in his bed for hours. Tired of that he left the room to wander the castle. Having no goal of where to go, but hoping his buzzing thoughts would be silenced. Questioning whether it was anxiety or for other reasons. Her scent was gone from the common areas. He missed the talks, her gentle care to calm his nerves. He felt alone, even with the girls still happy to hang around. He avoided the alpha for as long as he could and now all he wanted was to see her.

He stopped at a crossing hall, having heard unsteady steps. Overly quiet, he knew whose they were right away. Shrinking slightly against the nearby wall when she came into view. It was the first time he'd ever seen her in a more relaxed presentation. A short sleeved buttoned up nightshirt of varying grays that draped to her hips. Matching baggy pants went down to cover a pair of simple black slip-on shoes. Her hair flowed down loosely into wavy curls ending at her shoulders. Her beauty captivated him, as much as it did when he first saw her. Despite keeping quiet her eyes flicked onto him. A golden glow from them catching the minimal light.

Spotting him immediately, she stopped to ask. “Why are you up?”

He swallowed before answering. “couldn't sleep… why are you?” trying not to over step in asking. He cast his eyes down from hers. He didn't know how she'd still be taking the rejection.

“Bandages... Do you need anything?”

“No, I'm fine.” Ethan studied her hands without their usual gloves for cover. He saw the start of her sharp black nails along with the oddity of her finger tips being black as if frostbitten. Maybe it's just an illusion from the shadows. Concerned about the fresh blood on her knuckles, but he didn't ask about it. carefully glancing over he did spot another concerning issue. The edge of a large bloody patch at her side. From his angle he couldn't tell exactly how big. A plip noise hit the cool marble floor, now marked by a drop of blood. Following where she came from he could see a small trail highlighted by the moonlit windows.

She glanced back just as he did. Scowling at the mess she was trailing. “You should go to bed.” limping past the crossing halls to leave Ethan alone.

Leaving the way she was had Ethan's anxiety spike. She can't be left like that. “Can I help?” he offered before she got too far.

She stopped to look back. “If you wish.” giving him the grace of catching up to her side before continuing.

The quiet of their walk only broken by the sound of their steps. Along the way he watched the steady drip of blood turn thick in a steady trail. Slowing behind to catch up to her other side. Getting a good look at the wound staining from her ribs to pool at her hip. Blood collecting at her nightshirts edge to flow off. This needs more than a change. Glancing repeatedly at the growing stain he debated on asking about it. Trying not to stare at the bloody bandage siding the left half of her face. Alphas didn't like weaknesses to be pointed out. Watching her step through the darkened doorway of her room, he stood back at its edge. Instincts warning him that he was about to jump into an abyss where something dangerous lived. An alphas den could turn into an imprisoning nightmare for an omega. He couldn't run or claim some space to himself like the other den, she had full control here. His chest tightened at the idea of entering. Jumping at her stern voice.

“It's rude to linger in doorways.” she tempered her agitation to not snap at him. “come in, or go away.” Not happy about leaving the door open while he stood between it. Regretting she took his offer to help, even if the extra hands made it easier. Flicking a match she tossed it into her fireplace. Lighting up a small patch of kindle on a lone chunk of wood. Just enough fire to make a working light, but one that would die quickly. Grabbing a black jug from the side table she popped off the cork. Pouring the pure blood into a wine glass only cut by some added spices. She didn't want to be drunk off blood wine all the time and her healing demanded it straight. Taking a sip as she grabbed the medical kit she'd been keeping close. Long out of bandages after these past few days. She sighed in setting aside the bottle of medical alcohol. Where to begin?… my face. Staring at herself in the broken mirror. Coming into view of its reflection was Ethan, stepping inside after his long hesitation. Her focus on treating her injuries was lost as she watched him react to her den. Chest fluttering at an omega approaching so close.

His curiosity of the décor around the room to how he was carrying himself. Nervous, yet overall he was relaxed in his bold approach others wouldn't do. Taking notes of his health being. Less than subpar. She tapped a finger against her bandaged face. Wanting to herd him into nesting down on her bed. Not liking the circles darkening under his eyes. his clothes looser than before made it tempting to offer him a meal. Switching to his anxiety over the blood bottle nearby. She considered putting it away to make him comfortable. … doesn't matter. He's leaving soon. Moving her resting hand to remove the bandage on her face.

The peeling sound of medical tape reminded him what he was here for. approaching quietly over to her side while she inspected her face. Appearing quite gruesome by the layers of revealed muscle her skin once hid. Deep claw marks funneled down the collected blood to drip off her jaw. blood dabbed away from where it smeared around, now clean for a new bandage patched on. Maybe this will be gone in a few more days. It better not fucking scar. Full willing to mangle her own face to erase Miranda's mark upon her skin.

Facing toward her side to tackle the larger wound next. She lifted the edge of her bloody nightshirt to scowl at the fabrics drenched condition. It'll take forever to remove this stain.

“your stitches popped.”

glancing at him then back toward her side. “was afraid that was the case.” It was hard to see from her angle, but by the amount of blood she knew it was true.

“I can restitch it, if you let me.”

She nodded. “Yes, let's do it by the fire for some light.” grabbing the med box to take along. Setting everything on the coffee table she grabbed the alcohol rag to clean away the blood as much as she could. Pressing dry gauze to hold in the rest long enough for Ethan to start stitching. Wincing at him pulling out the old torn wire first. The rest went far more smoothly needing a small clean up at the end before the new bandage was wrapped on. Reaching the end of the wrap he dug around the box for a pair of scissors to cut it off. Knowing he wouldn't find any she offered a sharp claw. He leaned away at first, then slipped the wrap against it. Sliced through without resistance he taped its end down to the rest of it.

She spoke a soft. “Thank you.” taking the glass of blood up to her lips.

“welcome.” setting the items back into the med box.

The silence settling in made him tense in her presence. Not liking that, she struck up some conversation. “Where do you plan to go?”

“not sure. … the country side somewhere? I was aiming to be a farm hand. Get my own place, maybe travel a lot.” clearing his throat. “I-i don't think I want to be around people anymore. Everyone I’ve gotten close to... My wife worked for some company that nearly killed the both of us after she went missing for years. A man who was supposed to protect us-” choking up on his words. “killed her. … him and his squad took me and rose away. ...Miranda discovered me and rose through a leak... I’m tired, I want to settle. was aiming to be self reliant and off grid from society. Live in the countryside enjoying some views and the fresh air.”

“What about your daughter?”

“... it'll be hard, but we'll make it.”

“how will you explain her?”

He scratched the back of his head. “stay cautious, like I did before.”

She didn't feel his plan was the best. Being on the run is hardly a life. So many things could go wrong, especially if anyone saw her and connected the dots to him being an omega. Strict homeschooling for her, then what after? They don't deserve this. A burning anger burst alive in her chest. The feeling of being useless to help him in the long run. What'd he even do wrong? If I could find those men I would- the wine glass in her hand shattered.

Ethan shrunk under the aggression. Much of the blood poured to the floor as the rest flowed down Alcina's arm. She closed her eyes to breath out the anger. Wanting to reassure him when she opened them again. “that wasn't toward you...” setting down the glass remains down onto the coffee table. Flicking the blood off toward the fire where it sizzled off in the heat. “You should go to bed.” leaving his side to get changed and clean. “You have a lot to plan.”

Ethan stayed quiet, nodding as he slowly got off the couch to gingerly walk out the door. All his actions oozed anxiety of accidentally catching her wrath. Soon as he was gone she felt a little relieved to be alone again. The fire dying down for the room to engulf itself back in darkness. She scooped up some new nightwear from the nearby dresser. Glaring at yet another blood stain she'd cause.

A fresh morning brought by the rising gold sun beaming through the windows. Ethan was still up after returning to his room. Those wounds were really bad. Breathing out his worry to rise from bed. Cleaned and dressed he did the same for rosemary once she was awake. Water splashed toward him from her bucket bath. During breakfast she tried to feed Ethan some banana he sliced for her. He smiled whenever she giggled at the faces he made. Holding her in a soft bundled blanket he held her hand through his breakfast. Chewing through another wave of anxiety. What am I going to do? Hiding it the best he could from his daughter. People will notice. A lone omega will spread like wildfire. Tapping his fork on his pancakes. Can I hide her away until she's older? Smiling at his little girl, patting his face, faltering briefly. I can't do that.

“you alright?” Bela asked, being the only other up so early.

“yeah... can you ask your mother for a list of chores?”

“you want chores?”

“mm... maybe a job.” he half mumbled.

“You want to be our maid?” an amused smile set on her face.

“better than me sitting around being useless.”

“you’re not being useless, you’re getting back on your feet after Miranda. That takes time.”

“not really. Earning money before I go can help. So why not?”

“mother would just give you the money.”

“no, I don't want to do that. Not after everything else.”

She smiled. “alright.” cleaning up her plate. “I’ll have a talk with mother before everybody else wakes.” preparing the later serving of breakfast she set aside a gathering of foods across the table. With an assembled plate she grabbed a special bottle from the cellar. heading toward her mothers room, knowing she would be up by now, like she was. Swarming away she reached the elegantly carved door to give a quick knock. Entering after a quick answer she saw her mother leaning over the bed.

The room was still kept dark with the curtains shut. dressed in her usual morning robe, draping all the way to the floor in a silvery blue, its soft silk was tied close around her waist. Long sleeves draping over her hands onto the bed. Alcina was fixing her bed spread by repeatedly smoothing the covers. It's too thin- no-... it's not. Glaring down at the bed being such an improper nest. But it wasn't supposed to be one in the first place. Repeatedly telling herself so since Ethan left her den last night.

“Mother, breakfast.”

“mm.” she hummed, taking in a breath to ease her tension. Straightening herself she winced with a hiss at her ribs causing problems. “Have you eaten yet?” taking her plate she smiled at her daughter's concerned face. Wanting to calm Bela's worries that she worked so hard to hide.

she smiled back. “yes.” Wavering at seeing the vanity broken since yesterday.

To keep her from asking about it she redirected their focus. “ready to go over numbers?” being the guiding hand to fully settle Bela in the role of business owner. Not with the current winery, but their new Spain based one. Excited to do so, she looked forward to her other daughters gaining their own winery branches some day.

“Yes, but I wanted to talk about Ethan first.”

“winters, why?” tensing at the topic, but hiding it as her ribs hurt while she sat down. Was he leaving? Her chest turned unbearably tight. I have to- no. don't let him- no. scolding herself at every turn.

Bela's voice stopped the rushing thoughts. “He’s interested in working for us.”

“working?” tension dying to confusion. “what for, doing what?”

“money.” shrugging. “whatever you ask of him?

She scoffed. “That's all?” taking up a piece of bacon to bite a piece off. “why doesn't he a-”

prickly toward her mothers attitude. “He doesn't want to ask for it!”

“tone.” shooting her daughter a look, Bela dipped her head with a look away. “wasn't his plan to become a farm hand? He can get a place and a job elsewhere. He has to go.”

“he can’t.”

“Bela-”

“he can't!”

“tone.”

“no! You know he can't! And what about you?! Your healing-”

“will improve, but-”

“but it hasn't! Because you keep hiding in the dark!”

Alcina stood from her seat to snap back. Instead she hissed through a bolt of pain taking her breath away. Leaning against her small writing desk to recover.

“The healing hasn't improved at all. You’re still bleeding.” Bela continued while her mother couldn't. “and you need to stop acting like a child.”

she growled through grit teeth. “I'm not hiding.” snorting the next. “I'm healing, and doing so in private is not childish.”

“I wasn't referring to that! What happened to the mirror? Hm?… same thing that happened to the end table? The couch pillows, the statue or your last canopy?”

Her mother looked away. “my temper slipped.” she excused every time, however there was more to it. “What would you have me do then? Walk out and bleed down the halls?”

“Go hide in your office. At least you’ll pick up Ethan's presence while crossing the halls. Give him a job, it’ll keep him around and you can make a schedule to avoid him.”

She mumbled a list of curse words. “very well. I’ll give him a list.”

[fizzigigsimmer]

WIP: All The Kings Men

I dusted off my WIP folder this weekend and realized that this draft has been sitting for over a year to the day and that's a shame. I really love this story. It was really nice to get back to this world and I want to keep at it. I am hoping to stay inspired.

Background: Prince!Steve X Pirate!Billy also, Prince!Steve x Siren!Billy because I absolutely will have my cake and eat it too.

Basically this is a dom/sub au in a fantasy world. Steve and Billy fell in love when they were kids, only to be separated. Years later Billy decided to come back and get his man and ran off with him. Now a war for the crown is brewing on the exterior while Steve and Billy fight an interior battle for dominance - and to the victor the spoils.

~*~

The sky was still a dark blanket hanging over the city of Ashae when two spots of light appeared, like stars burning bright. 

Within moments a deep groaning, like those of bullfrogs, filled the air as the eyes upon the watchtowers blew their conches to warn the city of the oncoming danger.  

“Min Primena!” the frantic voice of her serving woman called through the doors of the bedchamber in the old tongue, and then once more in the imperial standard. “My princess, you must wake!” 

But despite the earliness of the hour Princess Ingrid was already awake, dressed, and marching through the doors of her bedchamber before the shouting of her personal servant could even finish echoing down the stone corridor.   

She’d woken at the first blast of the warning shells. Their throbbing notes had vibrated in the stone beneath her feet as she leaped from her bed and reached for her dressing gown. Their sound filling her heart with dread. 

The bone men had come.  

It had been many years since anyone from the empire had been to the castle. Ships came from distant ports for trade but only as far as Korallö, the first of the northern islands. To maintain peace, delegates and diplomats had been sent to Teru as necessary, but neither the Bone King or any of his emissaries had set foot on Ashae or its citadel in going on a decade. And that was by design. 

Ingrid’s father the king was not well. 

“What has happened Nadia?” Ingrid asked her serving woman, tightening the ties on her dressing gown as she strode down the empty hall towards the center of the castle. Whether their unexpected guests had been brought to the throne room or the dungeon, the center of the castle was where they’d be. 

Nadia scurried to keep up with Ingrid’s purposeful stride, her large chest heaving under her gossamer top. She had not seen her stoic serving woman Nadia so ruffled, even on the day Ingrid’s father had collapsed. If not for the warning shells she would have feared it meant the Prime was dead. 

 “Primena, two airmen from the badlands have come.”  

“Ah, that explains how they had made it to the castle without being stopped.” Ingrid mused, frowning. 

There was no one who could challenge Noreda in battle by sea, but they were vulnerable by air. However, it did not explain entirely why they hadn’t had prior warning.  

The princess had made good use of her time as a captive in Teru. Her friends in Sereni were few but they were well placed, and loyal to her. Or more aptly they were loyal to the peace that was promised and the order of Divinas from whence the prophecy of the promised prince had come two hundred years before. Loyal enough even to risk their lives divulging court secrets to the enemy.  

Their silence now was troubling, but Ingrid pushed aside her lingering questions and focused her mind on the more important task at hand. She must protect her own secrets now. 

“Where is my father?” 

“The prime is secure below, min primena.” Nadia answered and Ingrid released a quiet breath of relief, some of the tension in her chest loosening. Thank The Father for small mercies. 

“Send word to Tal-Munson.” she instructed. “No one is to enter the southern gate until he hears it from me.” 

The serving woman bowed her head once in submission before hurrying off to do her mistress’s bidding. For she knew as well as Ingrid, that it would spell their ruin if the Bone King were to discover the truth behind their king’s ill health. Her father was more than ill he was depleted, robbed of the ancient power that had been at the heart of her family’s power since the day they’d risen from the sea. 

Without the power that had been passed down from prime to prime for thousands of years, Noreda was crippled and would not be able to withstand attack from their enemy in the south. 

But there was no evidence of weakness on Ingrid as the doors of the castle opened and she descended the great white steps, down to where the castle guard waited with the intruders: two men, sat atop giant feathered beasts with wicked yellow eyes. 

The airmen hailed from Egnill, home of the fyre lords, and were clothed in the distinctive dress of their people – long tunics with the symbol of the phoenix embroidered upon the chest. It was no doubt made from the flame resistant leathers that their ancestors had crafted for centuries and exported to other nations at a hefty cost. But it was to the green and gold bands around their throats that Ingrid’s eyes went, bands that established them as part of the Terun empire and under the Bone King’s heel.  

Her lips curled in a sneer. She would not be intimidated by a pair of collared dogs. 

The two men sat on the back of their fyrebirds surrounded by a circle of her father’s warriors, their deadly cortans drawn and open at their sides ready to slice through flesh and bone at the first provocation.  

The riders wisely refused to give up their only exit of escape by leaving their mounts. On their taloned feet their beasts stood nearly fifteen hands high. Although the massive plume of brightly colored feathers atop their heads made them appear taller.  

Piercing eyes tracked Ingrid like prey as she approached. The breeze tossed her golden hair and the gossamer robe fastened between her breasts until it floated around her pale legs as if she were in water. The pearls in her diadem glinted in the firelight from where they rested against her brow.  

Armored only with the power in her blood Ingrid strode to meet them and the alphas surrounding the airmen parted for her, lowering their eyes in submission. 

“Milady.” The braver of the two riders, a man with hair as russet as his beast’s tail feathers, cleared his throat and spoke a greeting in imperial standard. “I am Nathanial Cunningham, Captain of the wing-guard and I would see your king.” 

Ingrid smiled at the impertinence, showing her fangs. 

“You are nothing.” She corrected softly. “And I would see you dead for trespassing on these lands.”  

She enjoyed watching the way the foreigners faces paled, the scent of their fear souring the air. The brave one’s eyes narrowed speculatively on her however, before turning and sharing a meaningful look with his partner. He had drawn all the correct conclusions from her presence there and the absence of her father she was sure. There would have been no reason for the king to bother with them or for her to show her face at all, had he still had the full power of poseidon behind him. 

Ingrid sought out the highest ranking of the guard and locked eyes with him, giving the alpha a subtle nod.  

“Are you Lady Harg-” Captain Cunningham’s companion did not get a chance to finish before the sharp end of an arrow grazed across his cheek, slicing through the flesh before embedding itself into the sandstone a few paces beyond. 

The captain drew his sword as his second let out a cry – more from shock than pain. The feathered beasts they rode puffed out their breast and flared their wings, the captain’s mount opening its large slightly curved beak to screech a furious warning.  

Ingrid tensed, painfully aware of her own vulnerability, but no flame appeared from the creature’s mouth. More arrows rained down from the open arches of the castle, and the captain leaned over in his saddle to reach across and grab the reins of his companion’s mount delivering firm commands for it to settle. 

When the beast had calmed and its rider had regained control, Captain Cunningham turned burning eyes toward Ingrid, full of fury and hatred. Ingrid’s smile stayed exactly as it was. She raised her hand and the volley of arrows ceased.  

“I am Princess Ingrid, daughter of The Tuninri.” She corrected the man again, lifting her head with pride. “And you bore me. Deliver your message and be gone.” 

“You speak of trespassing when you have invaded our capital and made off with the king’s blood?” Captain Cunningham seethed, all pretenses at civility abandoned. He resembled his feather pet as his eyes pierced her. It was a struggle for Ingrid to keep her face still, at the revelation that the capital had been invaded, though she was sure a practiced eye would have noticed the twitch of shock she quickly suppressed.  

To hear that Sereni had been attacked was shock enough. That anyone would dare risk harming one of the kings own blood was almost unfathomable.  

“Is the Bone King dead?” she asked the only thing she cared to know and watched the captain’s face as he answered. 

“He is secure and in good health.” The young captain’s face betrayed nothing but his scent was bitter. He was lying. But about which part? 

“We are glad to hear it. But why do you blame Noreda for this?” 

His lips curling in a snarl, Captain Cunningham reached inside the satchel hanging at his side and tossed something swaddled in stained rags down onto the ground. As the object rolled to a stop near Ingrid’s bare feet it came unraveled, revealing the severed head of a Gorgan warrior. An icy fear speared Ingrids chest at the sight of it.  

“I see.”  

This was Creel’s doing, but she could not say so and risk revealing to the enemy the extent to which her father had lost control over the Gorgan tribes. She raised her eyes from the bloodied head and back to Captain Cunningham.  

“My Father knows nothing of this attack. We shall have it investigated.” 

“Of course. And I suppose it was merely a coincidence that on the very same day, Billy the bastard betrayed his liege and disappeared with the king’s ship?” the captain sneered in reply and Ingrid’s breath shook. 

Billy. 

Her heart squeezed in her chest, thinking of the child she’d left behind in Teru. The Divinas had promised her he was on his way home to his people at long last. She’d believed, but to hear it echoed so plainly from her enemy’s lips made it suddenly more real.   

“I have not seen William since he was a boy. Are you searching for him?” she asked calmly.  

She would not let them leave if they were. Two fyrebirds could bring down a ship in a matter of minutes. 

“Our search is for Prince Steven, and the message from our king is this: we will find him.” Captain Cunningham warned darkly. “And when we do, we will build our homes upon their ruined halls, and drink the blood of those who dared to test the strength of Teru.” 

A terrifying promise to be sure, but Ingrid did not wince. Little terrified her after the years she’d spent shackled to her terun husband, a brute of a man and far from the worst of his kind. Her suffering had only hardened her resolve. There was no pain she couldn’t weather and no indignity she couldn’t face when she knew that all of it would be to the glory of Noreda. 

“You will not find your prince here. Begone now.” Ingrid smirked, before she turned her back to them, confident in the strength of her father’s men. She spoke over her shoulder as she walked away, making a promise of her own. 

 “If you return uninvited as you did today, we will drag you into the sea and it shall be our children who suck succor from your bones.” 

~*~*~*~ 

‘I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls…’ 

Steve glanced back at the mouth of the cave where a ring of daylight illuminated the sand disappearing beneath the encroaching waves. The tide was coming in and Jonathan was not a strong swimmer. The butcher’s apprentice hung back, pacing at the opening, his fretful calls nearly becoming lost within the cavernous space as his voice bounced along the walls. Steve did not need to hear Jon clearly to know what he was saying. Come back. The tide is rising. It isn’t safe. 

But Steve pressed on into the darkness, away from the light, venturing into the back of the cave. He was not afraid of the dark, or of the strange music only he could seem to hear. It swelled louder with each step he took as if to assure him he was taking the right path. Even if the cave had not been discovered by anyone else for a hundred years or more, they were still in Hawks Landing. This was his home. 

‘I had riches all too great to count.’ 

He kept a hand pressed to the wall to guide his steps as the carven narrowed into a tunnel, the ground beneath his feet slanting downward. He paused when the rock beneath his hand became less rough edged, smoothing out until it felt polished. He ran his hand along the cool surface, wondering at it, pausing again when his fingers encountered something protruding from the wall. As his fingers grazed it, he felt a subtle vibration - a gentle hum. The shell, for Steve could see it now where it was embedded in the wall, began to give off a soft light bathing Steve and the walls around it in a golden glow. 

The light glimmered upon the surface of a wide pool of water resting just a few steps from where he stood. Had he kept going in the dark he would have fallen right into it. It was here the cave ended in a rounded chamber, not caused by the passage of time and erosion but chiseled with tools. Tiny colorful shells like the one he’d accidentally touched were embedded into the walls along with polished stones of differing sizes. They formed a mosaic he realized, as more of the shells began to pulse with light until the rendering of waves spanning the curvature of the chamber appeared to move. 

The music was all around him now. He could hear the plucking of a harp strings and the low throbbing notes of a fluted instrument for which he had no name for, and there were voices too. They rose up from the water as he drew closer. 

The pool was deep and black. He could not see a bottom to it, and yet it seemed to beckon him. Those voices were so beautiful, singing in a language he’d never heard spoken outside of his own mind, but that he knew was real. And ancient. 

‘But what I dreamt which pleased me most, twas that you loved me still the same.’ 

Steve wanted to follow those voices. They understood what no one else could. They would make the pain go away… 

“Steve!” 

Steve woke gently to the sound of his name. Unlike the frantic way Jonathan had called him all those summers ago, Billy’s voice was calm and steady as it drew him from sleep. He blinked his eyes open. It was growing dark within the cabin. The sun outside the open window already sunk halfway bellow the horizon. It bathed the room in hues of bronze. How long had he slept?  

“Murray will be ringing the bell for supper,” Billy answered, reading the question in his expression. Steve turned his head slightly to look over at him, his breath catching as his gaze wandered over miles of golden skin and the firm wall of Billy’s chest. In the dappled glow that filled the cabin he made Steve think of the marble statues of past kings that decorated Sereni. He used to look up at them when he was a boy and marvel at their greatness: the size of their arms and legs, the breadth of their shoulders, the superior way with which they held their heads, frozen in poses of dominance. 

I will prove my blood. I will be great, and all of Teru will know it. He used to vow whenever he looked upon the likenesses of his ancestors, doubling down on his efforts to rise above his royal cousins. And after he’d earned his sword and had been knighted, bent inside from an invisible injury but not broken, he had added: One day, he shall beg for mercy at my feet. 

Steve smiled to himself before masking it with a tired groan.  

“Never did I think I would come to dread supper.” 

Billy huffed in his ear, more amused than annoyed. 

“I forgot what a princess you are. You of all people, has no right to complain.” He reminded Steve with an arched eyebrow. His frown was stern, but there was a certain glint in his eye that Steve knew. Loved, if he were being honest. 

“I am the king’s blood. I define what is right.” he replied as haughtily as he could manage without having to laugh at himself. “And what of you? You move heaven and earth to get a prince in your bed and then act surprised when he believes himself faultless.”  

He’d hoped to draw a laugh from Billy with his teasing, but Hargrove only continued to stare at him, his expression growing more pensive.  

“Billy, what’s wrong?” Steve finally questioned, beginning to worry a little. 

“What were you dreaming about?” 

Instead of answering, Billy asked a question of his own. Steve hesitated, wondering why Billy was suddenly interested in his dreams. Not that he minded - it gave Steve a thrill, not knowing what pieces were on the board and what Billy’s next move might be. He’d missed this. Nobody ever played the game the same way or gave him the challenge that Billy did.  

He was happy, feeling the evidence of Hargrove’s strength pressed against his body, knowing it wouldn’t save him. Steve would be his undoing, and there was no more powerful feeling than that. 

“If I said I was dreaming of hearing you beg for mercy, what would you say?” Steve asked, his eyes searching out the bite he’d left on Billy’s shoulder. His heart quickened just at he sight of it, a spark of heat lighting deep in his belly. There was an answering spark of desire in Billy’s eyes before he answered. 

“I’d say that’s an admirable dream.” Billy’s lashes lowered as his own eyes found the bite he’d left on Steve’s throat. “But unless you forget, it was you who begged for my cock only hours ago. Intend to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life. ” 

“Strange. I remember you swearing to fulfill my every want only hours ago. But if you’ve decided not to keep your vow…” Steve huffed and began turning his body away, but Billy grabbed him around the middle before he could complete the motion and hauled him back in until they were chest to chest. Steve glared, but Billy just smiled. 

“You don’t want me dead. And you don’t want to test my patience either, omega.” He warned. 

Steve’s chest filled with warmth at hearing Billy call him his omega again, a quiet sound of pleasure chittering in his throat. It felt right. Their bond was stronger, and Steve felt stronger for it, and yet he was unalarmed by it. He ran his tongue over his teeth and wondered if it had something to do with the bites they’d exchanged.  

“I was dreaming of home,” Steve answered truthfully this time. “The time I explored the coast with my friend Jonathan. Why do you ask?” 

Instead of answering Billy lifted a hand to Steve’s cheek and rubbed the pads of his fingers over the surface. An achingly soft touch that sang through Steve’s starved skin like a reward. He leaned into it, curling into Billy’s body until his warmth was pressed all along his skin and Steve could feel the rise and fall of every breath he took. The itch and ache of yearning that he’d lived with while Billy had been avoiding him, refusing to touch him, might feel like a distant memory in the afterglow of sex and sub care, but it wasn’t. Not to either of them. 

“There were scales on your skin. You were glowing, here...” Billy’s hand  drifted down to Steve’s neck  and pressed gently against the side of his throat. “And here.” 

His voice was steady but Steve clocked the tension in him through his tightly controlled breaths.  

Steve considered it slowly, shivering a little. It wasn’t the first time he’d dreamed about finding the cave, but it couldn’t be coincidence that he’d been dreaming about that when he grew scales and started to glow.  

“My teeth grew sharp earlier, like yours do.” Steve admitted though it would have been hard for Billy not to notice when he’d bitten into him like a flesh eating eel. What he really wanted to know was, “Billy, do you ever hear voices?” 

“Voices?” Billy’s had gone tight. He had his answer but Steve pressed on for more detail. 

“The ones in the water.” Steve nodded his head toward the open window, confessing. “My room at home faced the sea. At night I could hear them singing in a language I’d never heard, but I understood every word.”  

He waited, unsure how Billy would answer. He could not be sure that Billy would be truthful when that truth made him vulnerable, but it was not just himself anymore that Billy had to worry about. Steve was tangled up in the secrets locked within Billy’s blood. 

‘There is no weakness like loving someone. Never forget that’. Steve’s father used to say, but it was Billy who had taught him the lesson. 

“Now and again.” The admission was gruff and quiet. Steve laid his head on Billy’s shoulder, smiling to himself as the alpha’s arms tightened around him. “And when I do I have the helmsman change course.” 

“Why?” Billy looked at him askance and Steve grinned. “I understand why you would fear for your men, but when you are alone, why not go to meet them?” 

“They are sirens Steve. They lure sailors to their death.” 

“But you are no ordinary sailor. Perhaps they only want to greet their prince.” 

Billy’s face darkened, predictably, his scent souring. 

“I am no prince. And I don’t care what it is they want.”  

“Bollocks. You’re scared.” Billy’s glare turned sharp and Steve tilted his chin up in defiance. 

“Are you calling me a coward Harrington?” 

The red glow around his pupils was warning enough, how stupid Steve would be to say another word that wasn’t a denial. 

“A fortnight ago, definitely. Tonight?” Steve paused, bringing his hand up to graze Billy’s bared shoulder, just above the mark his teeth had left. Billy’s gaze followed the movement of his hand, his throat moved as he swallowed, before he lifted his gaze back to Steve’s, penetrating. 

 “Tonight, I find myself feeling very human.” Steve continued, hushed. “Despite all indications that I am not. You cannot hide from who you are Billy, any more than I can hide from who you’ve made me.”  

It was silent for a long drawn-out moment with neither of them speaking. Billy breathed in tandem with the slapping of waves against the sides of the ship.  

When he finally spoke, his grip around Steve changed with the command that entered his tone. “If you hear them again Steve, you’re to tell me. And you are never to answer their call.” 

This was as far as Steve could safely push Billy tonight, Steve knew it even though he could tell that Billy was expecting resistance. Which was good because if he had expected anything else Steve would have been insulted.  

“I would not want to follow them anyway.” Steve answered with an easy shrug and took private delight in the wary confusion that furrowed Billy’s expression. “I am no prince of the sea or child of the gods. I like my chances better on land.” 

Slowly the confusion cleared from Billy’s face, replaced by a small hopeful smile. 

“That is a very petulant way to say yes alpha.” 

“That’s not what I said at all.” 

“Isn’t it?” 

Steve heaved a great put upon sigh and began talking to himself, not bothering to lower his voice. 

“He’s got a magnificent cock, yes, but if he’s a mad man is the fare really worth the price of – Ah!” Steve laughed as Billy growled and rolled on top of him, driving the breath from him as he wedged his thigh between Steve’s legs. Laughter melted into a moan as the pressure against his cock made Steve stiffen. 

He grabbed onto both Billy’s shoulders holding on, but Billy held himself still. He stared down at Steve with such a smirk, Steve wanted to smack it off him. And then kiss him. Suck those soft lips between his teeth until he whimpered and moaned. I hate him so much. Steve tightened his grip on Billy’s shoulders. 

Billy laughed, smug as he rocked into Steve too slow and infuriatingly easy. Bastard. I love him so much. 

I obviously haven't updated in a while but you can read up to this part on AO3

[lilacwriter07]

Omega angel Lucifer refusing to let his Beta mate go, as he stares at the new human infront of them .

"Lucifer, let Adam go so he can greet Lilith ."

"No ."

"Hello I am Adam !" Adam still greeted Lilith with Lucifer hanging on him ."I am Lilith ... Who is this ?"

"This is my mate Lucifer !" Lucifer puffing his feathers to show he will fight Lilith, who just nods ."Okay ."

"What no .."

"Where is Lilith's mate ?" Adam asked ."Adam, you are her mate ." Sera tried to reason as Lucifer laughs ."Funny, but no Lilith needs to find an other mate, Adam is mine ."

"I agree .. Adam feels more like .. other baby ?" Lilith tries to find the word but could not ."Sibling ?"

"Yes, sibling .. I want to have a mate, someone smaller, longer hair ..." Gabriel looks bit panicked as he summons a paper, to write Lilith's demands what she wants in a mate .

Sera tries to stop Lucifer who took off with Adam ."Bye Sera !"

[omegaverse-anthropologist]

oh wow jp’s alive and yappin up a storm

for no reason in particular, ive been thinking about bitching, both as a method of transition for omegas assigned alpha at birth and a vector for abuse. in this post, i’ll just talk about ‘delta-omega transition’ and in another post, i’ll talk about transphobia and ‘bitching’ as a vector for abuse.

also heads up that this is less pseudo-anthropology/sociology and more fantasy omegaverse than i usually get into, again because of the ‘no reason in particular’ from my danmei fandom sideblog linked above lmao

delta-omega transition (bitching)

delta(d)-omega transition, colloquially (and often disparagingly) referred to as bitching, is a method for an alpha to transition to omega. the transition is hormonally based, and does not generate internal organs or conjure the ability for the alpha to become pregnant. the houghton (slick) glands become engorged and begin producing lubrication similar to someone assigned omega at birth, and the body’s natural hormone levels shift to a more omega balance than an alpha balance. d-omega transition is impossible without some level of medical support, whether that be traditional/plant-based medicines or allopathic synthetic therapies.

as long as humans have existed, transgender humans have existed. there are records of people of all birth-assigned dynamic sexes being described as ‘delta’ or using a modifier before their dynamic sex designation. delta is used to describe a person who was assigned one dynamic at birth that does not align with their internal truth. (e.g., a d-alpha would historically describe an alpha who was assigned a different dynamic sex at birth, and d-beta or d-omega would similarly describe beta and omega experiences.) in the modern day, ‘delta’ is only used as a modifier in legal or medical contexts where absolutely necessary. a person’s ID does not reflect their dynamic sex as ‘d-beta,’ for example, but simply ‘beta.’

the use of delta as a sole dynamic sex indicator (i.e., instead of referring to someone in a medical context as a d-alpha, they are simply described as a delta) is frowned upon as inaccurate, unhelpful, and bigoted.

d-omega transition

modern d-omega transition functions similarly to other forms of hormone replacement therapy. under a physician’s supervision, the d-omega takes agonists to suppress production of alpha hormones and genesic medications to induce the production of omega hormones. support from packmates is a positive indicator for ease of transition, but in cases where a d-omega is rejected by their pack, there is support in the form of therapy groups and community-led delta-transition support centers, which often provide materials marked with either volunteers’ scents or synthetic pheromones.

historically, d-omega transition was achieved through a multi-step process that could be undertaken over the course of one to three years. the d-omega in question would brew certain plants into a tea. when consumed frequently enough as to be a constant presence in the body, the chemicals in this tea would have a destabilizing effect on the d-omega’s natural hormone balance. without support from a pack, frequent ingestion of this tea could induce a state of ferality.

with pack support, however, the individual’s hormone balance would be influenced toward a state more in line with the d-omega’s identity. creating this balance required frequent contact with alpha packmates. the contact was not necessarily sexual, though there are descriptions of regular sexual contact being requisite for successful transition. (note: these descriptions would not stand up to modern academic scrutiny, but they were, like the miasma theory of disease, accepted as fact at the time.)

typically, interaction with alpha pheromones would trigger a minor increase in omega dynamic hormones, balanced by a decrease in alpha dynamic hormones and an increase or decrease in beta hormones as appropriate to maintain homeostasis. however, in the destabilized state of a transitioning d-omega’s hormonal balance, this interaction would cause a more pronounced shift. frequent induction of this shift would, in essence, train the body to a new homeostasis. eventually, the d-omega would down-titrate from their destabilizing dose of medication. once their body was able to maintain omega hormonal balance without assistance, the therapy would be halted, and d-omega transition would be considered ‘complete.’

[lucithornz]

Dominant omega or beta who has a harem of omegas, and then meets an alpha they take a liking to enough to say

do you see the vision?

[aspeninthesnow]

New Word for "Intersex" Fictional Characters

I made up a new word to use for fictional characters so people can stop using Intersex inappropriately.

Bigenitalism/Bigenitalia

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I have come up with another option and a probably poor attempt at etymology.

Ambigenitalous/Ambigenitalia

Etymology

Bigenitalia - noun, the state of having both male and female reproductive organs. May be full or partial

Bigenitalism or Bigenitalic - adjective, the condition of having bigenitalia

Bi- - two, twice, double, on both sides

Genitalis (neutral Genitale) - latin, Of or relating to generation or birth; Fruitful, productive, generative

-ism - state or quality, characteristic or peculiar feature or trait

-ic - belonging to, pertaining to

Or

Ambigenitalous - adjective, the condition of having ambigenitalia

Ambi- - Either or both; On both sides; Intermediate between two categories

Genitalis - see above

-ous - Used to form adjectives from nouns, to denote: possessing the nature of; presence of a quality in any degree

What do you think? I do and don't like it so I'm looking for input. If there is another word out there I just haven't seen, please let me know!