#alpha!Johnny MacTavish x omega!Reader

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Wish You The Best

A/N: Forgive me, I started another series...oops

Summary: You meet an alpha from your past, and he introduces you to what will become your future.

It's as if you've been transported to another world. Between the stone arches that act as supports for the glass ceiling to the natural wildflowers that decorate the tables, you feel transported. There's nothing more perfect for Ava MacTavish’s wedding to her fiancé, a day with delicate sunlight and the end of summer warmth. 

You find it nice that the ceremony and reception will be in the same old building, speaking volumes to Ava’s connection to Scotland. The place she was born and raised had as much meaning for her as it had for you, albeit for entirely different reasons. 

This was her home, the place where you had met and had run wild across the grassy knolls behind her house. The two of you were best friends, classmates that had become like sisters with an unbreakable bond. As you grew older you had become entangled in a childlike crush on her older brother, Johnny MacTavish, who was only 3 years older than yourself.

The alpha that had stolen your attention had reciprocated feelings beyond friendship when you had turned 18, and he was well on his way toward the SAS. It was the epitome of wrong timing but the right person, and as time tore you apart your thoughts shifted from him. You had doubled down on your schoolwork, on getting your bachelor’s degree in education and then landing a job. 

Now at 24 you were a primary school teacher in a cozy school in smalltown England, a job you had always wanted. Being an omega who taught young kids had always seemed like a good fit for you, given that Johnny had once claimed you were the personification of the sun. A bright personality, bubbly and always trying to see the best in people, believing that everyone had some inherited good within them. 

Now you were back in Scotland for Ava’s wedding and undoubtedly you would cross paths with Johnny. The alpha you’d had a crush on all those years ago was supposed to be here, as Ava had promised, and it was only a matter of time before you ran into him. You knew that if Ava and her fiancé had wanted a wedding party, Johnny would’ve likely been the best man. However, to spare drama and money, both Ava and her fiancé wanted just themselves to stand and have everyone else be guests. 

The moment you had set foot on the property you headed toward the seating chart for the wedding to find your name written amongst small cardstocks. You set a hand down upon the table and leaned in, eyes narrowed ever so slightly as you scoured the charts, and upon finding your name a smile had graced your face. There written in black ink was your name next to Johnny’s, and on the other side was someone you hadn’t met yet but had heard about. 

“Steaming bloody Jesus, you’re still alive.” A voice so recognizable stirs your attention and you turn your head, looking over your shoulder. Sparkling blue eyes meet yours with that consistent mischievousness reflected in those blues. Your smile only grows, and your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when you feel those familiar butterflies afflicting you. 

No matter how much time had passed, seeing Johnny had affected you greatly. 

“Hey Johnny,” you greeted him warmly, your smile bright and that bubbliness not lacking for a moment, “what do you mean still alive?” 

“I mean yer clumsy as hell, bonbon.” He grins cheekily and doesn’t hesitate to pull you into a deep hug, lifting you clear off your feet. Your laugh is infectious, and you can’t help but hold onto him as if he’s your lifeline, until you're standing again. “And you’re too trusting, especially with animals.” 

“I like animals.” You fix your dress once you’re on your own two feet, and briefly your attention is drawn from Johnny to the hulking alpha standing next to him. 

“Hi,” you greet the intense looking alpha with a cheerful chirp and extend your hand, that familiar smile still on your face, “I’m Y/N. I'm Ava’s best friend and-” 

“-the clumsiest little omega this side of the world.” Johnny grins and throws an arm around your shoulders, tugging you straight into his side, while your hand is still extended. “This is Simon.” 

He stares at you, this other alpha, with brown eyes that could appear dark and cold. His dirty blonde hair is slightly ruffled and messy, and there’s a distinct set of bruises on his neck that make you pause. You don’t know how you hadn’t put the pieces together but now it’s so obviously clear. The way Johnny’s scent mixes with this brooding alpha’s, you know they are mates. And they very recently had sex. 

Your wide eyes bounce between Simon and Johnny, lips parted slightly in surprise as you look your old crush over. He, like Simon, has bruises on his neck and their scents are very well intertwined. There's a smirk that’s playing on Johnny’s lips, and he’s unashamed by the indication of their sex life, something you had just stumbled upon. 

“Now what’s that look for sunshine?” Johnny teases you, his nostrils flaring as he inhales, filling his lungs with your perfume and scent. “Are you getting shy, little bonbon?” 

“I am not!” You squeak and dart under his arm, pulling away from him to create a little distance and when you look at Simon, you can see the shift in his eyes. The amusement that seems to briefly flicker in his brown eyes, though he’s stoic and silent. “I have to take my seat-” 

“Aye, yer between Simon and myself. Lucky omega.” Johnny reaches past you toward the seating chart and plucks the three cards with your names on them off the board, handing one to you. You notice on the bottom of the cardstock is a table number that matches the seat number, and you are wholly aware that Johnny is right. For the ceremony and the rest of the night, you’ll be placed between the two alpha’s. 

“That’s fine, it’ll be fine.” You don’t allow any nervousness to shine through, because this is Johnny, and you knew him. You harboured a huge crush on him when you were younger, even if there were years and distance between you that didn’t make a difference. You were comfortable around him, and this would be a chance for you to catch up. 

“This way, sunshine.” Johnny’s arm returns to being wrapped around your shoulders and he steers you away from the entrance of the venue to the seats. He escorts you while Simon follows, still silent yet obtusely observant of the whole interaction. His eyes were burning into your back as you walked with Johnny, deep and intense stares making your heart skip a beat—just as it had with Johnny. 

“So, bonbon...” Johnny struck conversation when you were seated between two hulking alpha’s, his hand resting on your knee, his blue eyes searching your face, “what does little miss sunshine do for work?” 

You feel heat beneath your skin, warmth that spreads when you feel the two of them staring at you. And although Simon has been silent, that only seems to spur you to get him to talk. You had looked at him from the corner of your eyes, his arm draped across the back of your seat, his fingers lightly brushing over Johnny’s shoulder. It was a subtle yet intimate act, one that had only furthered the heat bubbling beneath your flesh. 

“I teach in a primary school.” You don’t know why you feel so bashful when you say it, your voice is so low and quiet. 

“Awe that’s fitting for a ray of sunshine like yerself.” Johnny’s croon is enticing, and your head snaps up in his direction, your eyes boring into his own. “Sweet little thing-” 

“Ava said you’re a soldier.” You make the statement, only intending to push the attention and conversation onto someone else, yet you don’t expect it to the catalyst that finally makes silent Simon speak. 

“We both are.” His voice catches you off guard, the rich and deep baritone sends a shiver through you and your attention quickly falls to him. He leans in slightly, the brush of his chest against your shoulder catches you off guard and your drop your gaze to avoid his intense stare. There's something that you almost miss, an almost incoherent sound of an alpha that relates to them being pleased. You don’t know if it’s from Johnny or Simon, but it doesn’t really matter either way because it still makes you feel weak. 

“SAS, bonbon.” Johnny grins and reaches for you, subtly cupping your chin to draw your attention back toward him as he takes the last few minutes before the ceremony starts to hold your gaze again. “Yer such a sweet omega, ya know? You always were special, cute little sunshine.” 

That hold breaks when the music for the wedding stops, and the guests start to stand. You wait for a single moment, in order to catch your breath before you stand on shaky legs—making the astute observation that between Johnny and Simon, you feel tiny.  

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 35: Threads

Summary: Pack bonds are made up of delicate threads, small fibers webbing together the dynamics and relationships that make up each individual pack. The omega stands in the middle, holding the pieces together, keeping the pack from crumbling by clinging to those threads like a strongman holds pillars up with chains.

Pairings: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 11,752 words

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, angst, descriptions of physical pain, brief description of drowning, medical stuff, panic, crying, panic attacks, nightmares, PTSD, very heavy emotions, alcohol and brief mention of alcoholism, language, fighting (not physically), Kyle being the best boy, aftermath of trauma, brief mentions of the events of the previous chapter, guilt and shame, angst, and finally some comfort after the hurt (but not quite what you'd expect)

A/N: So I may have been slightly wrong, the angst isn't over, but it's not quite as intense as it has been. There are little tidbits of comfort in this one, though it's not like "okay it's over, let me wrap you in this blanket and everything is fine and happy now". It's...you'll see. If you're waiting for the fine and happy comfort then...you might want to wait a few chapters still. The comfort will come on slowly, but it has officially started.

11/30/24: **This chapter has been edited and rewritten from its original version**

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Screaming. 

Someone is screaming. 

It hurts your ears, high-pitched and ringing. Your hands cover them, but even that can’t block out the sound. 

It’s ringing in your own head. 

Your body hurts, every joint and muscle aching and throbbing. They’ve been locked in place too long, frozen in one position, a safe position. Safety. That’s what you’re seeking, that’s what you’re trying to find. That’s why you’re here. 

This isn’t a safe space anymore. 

The walls are crumbling, the darkness is fading. There’s light seeping in, threatening to pull you out, make you face whatever is waiting on the other side. It’s not a comforting light, it’s bright and piercing and threatening. You don’t want to leave the darkness. You don’t want to face the light. You want to stay there, stay frozen, stay safe. 

Your throat burns, raw and painful with every breath. 

It’s you. 

You’re screaming. 

Hands are flying, mouth open in a scream. It’s a horrible sound, grating and feral sounding. Your body twists and turns as they try to hold you down. No restraints. You’ll just hurt yourself more. 

Blood is flying, splattering on the gurney, the floor, the walls. Yours or someone else’s? It’s hard to tell. 

Simon. 

“Simon!” 

He snaps out of his daze, his eyes darting up to look at Dr. Keller across the gurney. Her hand is around his wrist, your elbow knocking against his forearm as you try to fight whatever it is you think you’re seeing. Maybe you’re seeing nothing at all. 

“I know.” Dr. Keller’s voice is soft despite the chaos of the moment. Her gaze is firm but comforting. She knows. “I need you to hold her still. She’s going to hurt herself further if she can’t calm down.” 

She’s going to hurt someone else too. 

The monitors are beeping and screaming. They managed to get a blood pressure cuff around your arm before you snapped out of the daze he’d put you in and started fighting. You’re like a wild animal, cornered and fighting for your life again with a renewed vigor. Renewed for now. If you don’t calm down again, something will give out. 

There won’t be any coming back from that. 

“Don’t be afraid if you hurt her.” Dr. Keller says, squeezing his wrist. “Bones can be fixed.” 

He catches your wrists in his hand, pinning them down against your chest. He uses his weight to his advantage, pushing his arm into you as he leans down so you’re face to face. You let out another scream, fighting against him but he has you beat. He’s bigger, stronger, calmer. 

“Look at me.” He says, his alpha rumbling low in his chest. It has even the beta nurses stopping in their tracks to look at him. The only one unaffected is Dr. Keller as she uses this moment to her advantage. 

You stop fighting him, breathing in heavy gasps as you stare right up into his eyes. Wild and untamed, pupils dilated in your aggressive state. Dilated out of aggression or dilated out of fear? Perhaps both. Beads of sweat slide down your face, your body hot under his. It mixes with the blood on your skin, blood from your own injuries and from the Shadows you killed. Your cheek is bruised, discolored from broken blood vessels. Your left eye will swell shut soon. He needs to get you calm before then. 

It’s almost cute, the way you bare your teeth up at him. He might have thought it cute in a different setting, if your life wasn’t dangling over a ledge right now. A low growl rumbles in your chest, a warning that has his own hackles raising. He bares his teeth back, an answering growl, deeper and angrier, rumbles in his own chest. The nurses take a step back. Even Dr. Keller pauses at the sound. 

Yet, despite the threat in his growl, it doesn’t deter you one bit. Your knee drives into his side, making him grunt from the impact, but he doesn’t let up. You’re fighting him again, trying to wiggle your way out of his hold. If he pushes any harder, he might break a rib. You’re going to break something if you don’t stop. 

You’re too far gone to recognize anything but fear and danger. You’re only going to fight, only going to attack anything you perceive as a threat. You won’t even recognise him. He has to get you to calm down before you have a heart attack. He considers getting one of the nurses to bring Johnny in, but there’s no guarantee that will work. You’ll just perceive him as another threat, another danger. More people in the room will only make you more aggressive...make your omega more aggressive. 

He’s not dealing with you. He’s dealing with your omega in her raw form, the animal deep underneath forced out of her hiding place. Whoever said omegas are weak never had to face one in this state. 

He stares down at you as you fight and scream, battering his side with your knees but he can hardly feel the pain. His arm is still throbbing where you bit him, but he can hardly see the blood streaked on his skin. 

He has to save you. 

He can’t let all of this go to waste. 

They’ll never recover if they lose you now. 

He moves almost seamlessly, time seeming to slow as he lets you go. He unclips his vest and rips it over his head in one movement, uncaring as it hits the floor with a heavy thud. You lunge up at him but he’s ready, catching you before your lower body can leave the gurney. It’s a risk. A huge risk, but it’s all he can think of doing. It’s hardly the worst place to be if things go wrong, if this fails. If he does fail, at least he’ll know he tried. 

He pushes his mask up to his chin, pressing your face right into his neck. 

Your nose pushes against his scent gland as he cups the back of your head, holding you there. He projects his scent as strong as he can, hoping it can reach some deep part of your mind, some glimmer of you that’s left in there. 

If this goes wrong, you’ll rip out skin and veins with your teeth. He’ll bleed out on the floor before they can even get him on a gurney. 

He wraps his other arm around you, holding you as still as he can. Tears prick his eyes as he holds you, shoving away the beeping machines, the panic still thrumming inside of him. Scruffing you was only round one of this fight. He should have held it longer, should have been brave enough to do it a second time. 

He can still feel it, your neck in his hand, the way you gave in so easily. You had no choice, he gave you none. It was necessary, it was vital that he did it. You wouldn’t have made it this far if he hadn’t. 

He should do it again. It would be easy, just slip his hand down and squeeze and you’ll be gone, lost in your head again and under his control. Maybe then he’d get you to calm down, get you out of this state and free from the danger looming closer and closer. 

Heart attack, stroke, organ failure. 

Why couldn’t Price be the one to go after you? Why couldn’t it be Price standing here making this decision. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers before slipping his hand down, wrapping it around the back of your neck again. 

Pain. 

You’re in pain. 

You try to fade away again, try to push yourself back into the darkness to avoid the pain, but you can’t. 

There’s no escaping it. 

Your body hurts, every joint and muscle throbbing. Fire licks at your very cells, burning hot through your veins, scorching your skin. Safety. You want safety again. You want to retreat back into yourself, back into the comfort only the darkness can offer you. 

Nowhere is safe anymore. 

Tears are rolling down your cheeks, the light pressing closer and closer. It’s somewhere above you, shining down in offending shades of white. You can see it behind your eyelids no matter how hard you try to squeeze them together. There’s no escaping this light. There’s no retreating back into safety. There’s no safety anymore. 

You’re underwater, slowly rising to the surface. There’s sounds around you, muffled and dampened by the water. You need to breathe, you need to inhale precious oxygen but you can’t get to the surface fast enough. Lungs burning, your fingers claw at the water but you can’t reach it, you can’t swim fast enough. 

Your hands curl into soft fabric as you cough, choking on imaginary water. There’s warmth surrounding you, pressed in on all sides. You’re leaning against something, something hard and solid and warm. The sounds are louder now, mixing into a convoluted cocktail of constant noise. You hate it. 

Pain ripples through your throat as you let out a groan, the sound catching and cracking on the rough edges of your vocal chords. Another choked sound leaves your lips, pain rippling through your very nerves. The skin on your face is burning, simmering ashes being fanned by every tear sliding down your cheeks. 

You’re crying. 

There’s a deep sound coming from under you. It’s vibrating against your body, your pulsing ears focusing on that sound. It’s familiar. You’ve heard it before, somewhere back in the recesses of your mind. 

Your mind. 

It’s there. You can feel it beginning to take shape, thoughts beginning to form out of the fractured darkness. You’re not in your mind anymore, your mind is in you. You’re a being inside of a body, a body wracked with pain. The urge to retreat back is strong, but you can’t. That part of you has been closed off, sealed away by the light. 

Fingers and toes twitch, tingling and throbbing with the cold despite the fire blazing its way through your veins. It is cold, your hand pulling at the softness you’re clinging to. The low vibration begins again, rumbling through you, igniting something in the back of your mind. 

You know it. It’s familiar. 

Something tingles in the back of your mind, starting to come to life. Despite the agony there’s something in there, something warm and comforting. There’s no name for it, no thought flashing through the swirling mass of neurons slowly taking shape. It’s soft and warm and whispering to you. 

Wake up. 

Wake up. 

Wake up! 

Your eyes open before you can stop them. You’re immediately blinded, eyes throbbing from the bright white light above you, a high pitched whine leaving your lips. It rattles through your throat, broken and squeaking through your shredded trachea. You clench your eyes shut again, wincing away from the intrusive light, the movement sending a bolt of pain through your body like an electric shock. You let out another garbled sound, your fist tugging on the fabric it’s clenching. 

“I know, I’m sorry sweetie.” A voice says, the light disappearing before another takes its place, softer and lighter and less painful. 

Your eyes crack open again, still throbbing despite the light being removed. Your entire body is throbbing, pulsing like an exposed nerve. You feel like an exposed nerve, weak and vulnerable. It triggers something deep in your brain, the light starting to dim. Something is rising, something is coming. You want to lay back, let it take over, let it take control. You want to sink into the darkness again. The darkness is safe, the darkness is secure. 

The beeping is getting louder. Beeping, that’s what that sound is. There’s something beeping. It’s getting faster and faster. You’re starting to go numb, the tingling in your fingers and toes fading away. It’s not so cold anymore, the ache in your limbs fading into oblivion. You’re fading into oblivion. 

“Oi! None of that.” 

You’re awake. You let out a disgruntled sound as the warmth and comfort leaves you, deserting you in favor of retreating into the recesses of your mind again. A shiver runs down your spine, your very skin tingling with pinpricks of pain as it goes. 

“Open your eyes again for me, love.” 

Your body moves before you can tell it not to, your eyes fluttering open again. You’re squinting despite the bright light being gone. Any light is too much, your mind seeking out the comforting darkness once more. 

Darkness makes you vulnerable. 

In the dark, you’re blind to things that may be hiding there. 

No. 

No more darkness. 

You want the light. 

Scents flood your brain as your eyes fully open, slamming into you like a wave. It’s too much, nearly choking you again as you try to register everything. The burning scent of sterilizer, the soft scent of clean linens, the harsh scent of chemicals. There’s a soft scent mixing in with the others, something easing the turmoil in your mind just slightly. Above all else, though, is the intense smell of leather and something soft and fresh. It overpowers almost all of them, standing out distinctly. It makes your nose throb, something tickling in the back of your mind. You’re afraid of the scent, yet...there’s something else. Something...familiar. 

“Back with us yet?” The sound rumbles under you again. 

“Nearly there.” Another voice says. “Heart rate is coming down again. Still feverish, though.” 

You’re suddenly aware of your body again, the pains, the aches, the burning, the cold. You’re trembling, your skin prickling from how cold it is. You try to press forward against the warmth in front of you, but the movement has pain slashing through your very cells. Another pathetic whine tears through your throat, every movement sending stabbing pain through your very being. 

“C...C-Cold.” You manage to croak out, the word forming clumsily on your tongue. It feels heavy, like you’re relearning how to speak. 

“I know.” The softer voice says, something dragging across your skin. “We’re trying our best.” 

Something moves against your back, dragging against your skin. Whatever it is, it’s warm, but it’s rough. You push into it, something telling you to get closer, to wrap yourself in it and let it suffocate you. Somehow it’s comforting to you, somehow it’s familiar. 

Slowly thoughts and sensations begin to return to you, your mind dragging itself from the depths it had sunk into. 

It was purposeful. 

You did it to save yourself. 

You’re shaking for a different reason now, suddenly aware of the parts of your body that ache the most. Your shoulder, your cheek, your throat, your wrists. There’s a deep chill that has settled in your bones, sinking past the fever and the pain, past the memories beginning to resurface, past the hopelessness and the anger and the fear. 

“Simon?” You croak out, the name burning its way through your dry throat. You desperately want something to drink, anything to ease the burning desert in your mouth. 

“It’s me, love.” The sound rumbles under you again. 

Leather. Eucalyptus. Warmth. Alpha. 

You groan, trying to shift closer but the tensing of your muscles has pain screaming through your body. A shuddering breath leaves your lips, your body tensing until it passes. 

“Try not to move too much.” The other voice says, a hand coming to rest on your arm. You’re still clutching Simon’s sweatshirt in your hand like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to this earthly plane. 

It might be. 

“Dr. Keller?” You croak out, recognizing that voice. 

“I’m here too sweetie.” She says somewhere behind you. “Take it easy, you’ve had a rough go of it.” 

She’s not wrong. 

The memories are coming back slowly, each one playing through your head like an episode of some fucked up television show. Except, it isn’t a television show. It’s your life. 

You hate it. 

“John?” You ask, trying to get your tongue to work, but you desperately need water. 

“Probably yelling at every person who crosses his path.” Simon says. “He was blazing a path to hell and back earlier trying to get ahold of anyone he could yell at involved in this.” He rubs your back. “He’ll be here as soon as he’s calmed down. Kyle and Johnny are working overtime trying to help restrain him.” 

You'll always be a second thought. 

“You?” You ask, unable to form the whole question you want to ask. Why are you here and not with your pack? 

He's quiet for a moment. “We got here before John and Kyle did.” His hand stills against your back, palm pressing below your shoulder blades. “You wouldn't let anyone close to you. The doc said it's normal, coming out of that state. I had to help keep you calm so you could get patched up. Then you wouldn't let me leave.” 

Your fingers ache from how hard they're gripping his sweatshirt. He stayed. He's the one here with you, not your alpha. 

You let out a groan, the pain starting to intensify. There’s a throbbing in your calf, and a deep ache starting to pulse in your joints. You’re almost glad for it, the turmoil in your mind starting to twist and fog your thoughts pushed aside in favor of the pain screaming at the forefront of your brain. 

“Time for more pain medicine.” Dr. Keller says somewhere behind you. “You’ll probably get sleepy, but rest is what you need right now.” 

You let out another groan, pressing your face back against Simon’s chest. Despite the pain in your body, there’s an even deeper ache in your chest. It’s not a physical one. Your alpha isn’t here. He’s left you again, abandoned you in favor of something else, something he deems more important. 

Tears are brimming in your eyes as they slip closed, the exhaustion and the drowsiness from the pain medicine taking over. 

It’s not quite so cold when you wake up next. It’s brighter in the room, the light not quite so artificial as it had been the first time. There’s no body against yours, no warmth seeping into your skin or scent in your nose. Your fingers twitch, almost like they want to seek it out again. 

You’re alone. 

You let out a quiet breath, your brows furrowing. Your shoulder aches, throbbing in time with the beep of the heart monitor. It hurts less to move as you shift your arm to itch the other. It’s horribly itchy, but your fingers meet gauze instead. 

Right. Phil had cut you there. Not very deep, but still deep enough to hurt. Just another injury to add to the list. 

You try to lift your arm but burning pain shoots through your shoulder. You wince, letting out a quiet moan of pain as you drop it back into the bed. You breathe as the pain shoots through you, swirling through your veins before it begins to settle. 

“You shouldn’t try to move too much.” A voice cuts through the silence. 

Your head whips to the side, your arm shooting out to grip the side rail as pain burns through your body like lava. It seeps slowly from your left shoulder down to your toes and into your very hair follicles. You let out another groan of pain, your eyes squeezing closed as you wait for it to pass. 

“Sorry.” The voice says softly. “I suppose that didn’t help any.” 

You open your eyes, still breathing heavily as the pain begins to fade. Your hand is still wrapped around the side rail as you stare at John. He’s seated next to the bed, his elbows on his knees as he stares at you. He looks tired, eyes puffy with dark circles around them. He’s in a simple green shirt and cargo pants, yet he’s not quite as put together as he normally is. His hair is sticking up in different directions, his beard scruffier than normal. There’s a faint pink line of what was probably once a cut on his cheek. 

It’s the first time you’ve seen him in weeks. 

You should be happy. 

You should be ecstatic. 

You should be relieved. 

Yet, all you can feel is pain and anger and betrayal. 

“There’s nothing I can say that will make this better.” He says, his voice rougher than usual, even after returning from a deployment. His eyes shine with emotion. You hate it. “There’s nothing I can say that will undo what happened.” He runs a hand over his mouth, letting out a breath through his nose. “This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. We should have known better, we should have questioned it.” He shakes his head. “We put too much trust in those above us, and we were all fooled.” 

Tears blur your eyes as you stare at him. He’s not just talking about Shepherd and the initiative. He’s talking about you too. 

“I regret it more than any decision I’ve ever made. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life,” He continues. “You put your trust in me, and I failed you. I let this happen to you because I chose to follow blindly instead of thinking about the good of my pack. You’re here because of me, because of the decisions I made. I had one job, and now you’re paying for my failure.” 

He pauses for a moment, tears shining in his own eyes. You should feel surprise, sympathy, something. All you can feel is hatred. He doesn’t deserve to cry over you. He doesn’t deserve this chance to try and explain himself to you, to try and give excuses for his actions. He made his choice. He made it very clear where his loyalties lie, where they’ve always been, where that line was laid before he even claimed you. It was never about you. Nothing was ever about you. It was always the initiative, and then when the initiative turned out to be false, it was about the ‘greater good’. You should have been the greater good. You should have been their focus. Instead they all betrayed you. 

They betrayed you in the end. 

“I made a bad call.” He continues on. “I shouldn’t have left so quickly. I shouldn’t have allowed you to be left alone. Now you’re here, like this, because I made a stupid mistake.” 

He stares at you for a long moment, as if he’s waiting for you to say something, as if you  should have something to say in response. He’s waiting for an acceptance to his half-assed apology, as if his words can somehow undo the pain, the burning in your wrists, the throbbing in your shoulder, the agony every time you simply move a limb. As if his half-assed apology can somehow undo the weeks of depression and anguish and the worry and the fear. As if his half-assed apology can make up for the way they all cut you off, treating you like a traitor before abandoning you. As if his half-assed apology can undo the hours and hours of torment and pain the man you once thought of as a family friend unleashed on you all because of them. 

The hatred burns almost as hot as the lava in your veins, so hot you’re surprised the tear that slides down your cheek doesn’t start sizzling. Your heart rate is picking up again, the monitor beeping with the sound of the anger simmering inside of you. The blood pressure cuff squeezes around your arm, a grunt of pain cracking in your throat. 

“Yeah,” You say, your voice hardly more than a whisper. You turn your head away from him, wincing as an electric shock of pain jolts through you from the motion. You drop your hand from the side rail before he can touch you, tucking your arm back under the rough blanket. “You did.” 

You have nothing more to say to him. 

John enters the room solemnly, the silence nearly palpable as they all wait in anticipation. They’re all looking at him, waiting patiently for their captain, their alpha, to speak. They always look to him, they always rely on him, they always trust him and now look where he’s led them. So rarely does he make the wrong decision, so rarely does he lead them astray. 

What happened this time? 

Why did he fall into the trap so easily? Why did he so easily turn his back on you? 

What words are there to say? He knew his words would do little to calm the raging storm inside of you, the hurt and the pain and the betrayal they put you through all because of him. 

The rejection still hurts, but it should. They all rejected you as soon as they left you behind. 

It’s only a fraction of the pain you must be feeling. 

“How is she?” Kyle asks, breaking the tense silence. 

“Upset.” He sighs, sinking down in a chair. 

“Fuckin’ sure she is.” Johnny snaps, anger radiating off of him in steaming waves. He’s been on edge, they all have, since the four of them were reunited. He had been there, stuck in the hall as you screamed and fought. He thought the worst when your screams cut off until he was finally updated by one of the nurses leaving the room. “Of course she doesnae want to see any of us! We just fucking left her, just like that, and it was your fuckin’ fault!” 

Simon grabs his beta before he can throw a fist at John, holding him back. Johnny lets out a string of curses none of them understand, fighting against his alpha. Simon holds him tightly, the image of your bloody form fighting against him still at the forefront of his mind. He grips Johnny tightly, muscles straining. Johnny is bigger. Johnny is stronger. 

He has half a mind to let him go. 

John doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch as Johnny yells and rages. He’d welcome a good beating right now. He could use some physical pain to distract from the ache in his chest. 

“Calm down,” Kyle says, getting in Johnny’s face. “I said calm down!” Kyle yells, Johnny stilling for a moment. It’s not often Kyle raises his voice at one of them. “We’re not doing any good being upset with each other. We all made mistakes over these last few weeks, especially these past few days. None of us are guilt free in this. We all have our omega’s blood on our hands. Fighting amongst ourselves will only fray the bonds more than they already have been.” 

Johnny deflates with a sigh, standing there in Simon’s arms for a moment. Kyle is right. They all can feel it, the way their bonds are fraying. Their pack is resting on a dangerous ledge, tipping back and forth with every strong emotion, every argument, every sour feeling. They’re all holding onto that bond, trying to pull it back to keep it from falling into the abyss. As angry as they are with each other, just one of them letting go will be the end of the pack. 

“There’s nothing we can do to change what happened.” John says, looking up at the other three. “Kyle’s right. I made the decision to trust those we were suspicious of. We can’t undo what happened to us, we can’t undo what we did, we can’t undo what we...” He lets out a breath. “What I let happen to our omega.” 

“She won’t trust us again.” Simon says, his hands still shaking as he releases Johnny. They haven’t stopped shaking since he scruffed you a second time. “I don’t doubt Graves played with her head, convinced her we chose to leave her there with him.” 

“She won’t trust us.” John affirms, no matter how badly it hurts him. “She won’t forgive us either. The best we can do is to give her what she needs, what she wants. Right now that’s space. Dr. Keller will keep us updated as things develop.” He pushes himself up to stand, looking at each member of his team, of his pack. They all share the same guilty look on their faces, they all hold the same anger at themselves deep inside. “This may be the hardest mission we’ve ever had. No matter what we feel...none of that matters anymore. What matters is keeping our pack together. What matters is that we keep those bonds from fraying. We lose ourselves, we lose everything.” 

“Still sore?”

You nod, wincing as it sends a bolt of pain through your body. 

“I know.” Dr. Keller says, adjusting the ice pack on your shoulder. “Hurts like a bitch, but luckily it won’t cause any lasting damage.” 

You blink at Dr. Keller, staring at her for a beat. You don’t think you’ve ever heard her curse before. You’re not sure she was ever capable of it. 

“What? I use swear words. Sometimes.” She says, almost like she can read your thoughts. “Sometimes expletives fit the moment better than any flouncy, sophisticated words do. This feels like the proper situation to use some.” She lets out a sigh. “Your shoulder will be the worst of the pain, at least physically. The mental pain...well, that’s not something I can treat with pain medicine. Shouldn’t, would be the proper wording there.” 

Some people do use it to numb the pain. 

“We all made a lot of bad decisions these last few days. Your support system, those you were supposed to be able to trust, failed you.” She stares down at you, emotion shining in her eyes. It’s a mirror of John’s own stare when he’d looked at you, but this time there’s no anger burning inside of you. Dr. Keller didn’t betray you. Dr. Keller will mean her apology, because you know that’s what’s coming. “I know you’ve probably heard this a lot over the last few hours, but I am sorry too. I shouldn’t have left you alone like that. I shouldn’t have fallen for that phone call...I should have been there.” 

You stare up at her, tears pooling in your eyes. If she had stayed, things would have been worse. It was almost better she left you. You can’t lose her. You need her now more than you ever did. 

Tears streak a flaming path down your face, a choked sob tearing its way through your trachea up through your lips. It burns your throat, no amount of water you’ve had in the last few hours has been able to ease the ache that’s taken up permanent residence there. 

Graves choked you. It’s the bruising from his hand squeezing your windpipe making you ache. Your voice may never recover, may never go back to normal. Crying hurts, hurts more than just your mind, your chest. It hurts your whole body, yet you can’t stop. 

“I know, I know.” She says, petting your hair as you sob. “I’m not going anywhere this time. We’ll get through this, okay? It’ll be a long road, but you won’t be walking it alone. You’ve got me, and you’ve got your pack.” 

Your gaze hardens at the mention of your pack, the sob in your throat coming out almost as an angry grunt. The thought of them makes your chest ache, the pain of their betrayal burning hot in you. “I don’t want them.” You whisper. 

“I don’t blame you.” Dr. Keller says, leaning against the side rail of your bed. “They let you down. The betrayed your trust in a lot of ways. They made you feel abandoned, and then abandoned you when you needed them most, even if they thought they were doing the right thing at the time. You have every right to be angry at them, upset with them. They hurt you in the worst way they could.” She pulls the blanket higher over you, tucking you in. “You’ve gone through a lot these last few days. Some very traumatic events, on top of being injured and your body going through extreme stress. You’re exhausted in every way you can be. Rest first. Worry about everything else later. Doctor’s orders.” 

“I did it to myself.” You say before she can walk away. 

She turns back to look at you. “What?” 

“I made myself distress.” You say. “I made my omega come out.” 

“That was very brave of you.” She says, giving you a soft smile. “Sometimes we have to take drastic measures even knowing the risks. You did what you had to in the moment and I think it was the right choice. You didn’t know what was going to happen, what was happening. Things worked out and you’re still here. That’s all that matters.” 

You think about her words for a moment. You did make it out. The fact you’re here means someone found you, someone saved you. Someone scruffed you. 

“It was Simon, wasn’t it?” You ask, even though you already know the answer to that. 

You wouldn’t let him leave. 

“You’ll have to ask him for the whole story, but yes. He’s the one that rescued you.” She adjusts the blanket around you again. “Get some rest.” She moves the call button closer. “I’m on the other end of that button if you need me.” 

You stare up at the ceiling after she leaves, counting the tiles above you. It looks like every other ceiling you’ve ever seen in a doctor's office or clinic or hospital. It’s not all that different from the ceiling in the med center on base. 

Base. 

You don’t ever want to see that place again. You don’t want to step foot in the barracks, you don’t even want to think about the clinical sterility of the buildings and the cold comfortless spaces meant for nothing more than to serve their purpose. Just like you. You served your purpose. You proved their point, even if it was never the true point of the initiative. Packs will get stronger with an omega, but it will come at the detriment of that omega. 

The job always comes first. 

There was a time you thought perhaps it wouldn’t. Maybe they could put it all behind them  and put themselves first, put you first. Then they proved they can’t. They won’t even put you first when you’re at the threat of being tortured. You were hurt because they wouldn’t put you first. You are hurt because they wouldn’t put you first. 

You don’t care about them. You don’t care about their excuses. You don’t care about the bonds or the claims or the emotions. 

You’d be happy if they left you here. Just a few days ago you were panicking about them leaving you, about them deciding you weren’t enough and abandoning you. 

Now you wish they would. 

“Has she said anything?” 

“Not much.” He sighs. “She won’t see any of us. I can hardly blame her.” 

“You made a choice, John.” Kate says, hands wrapped around her cup of coffee. “Choices have consequences.” 

“You were right. Then again, you usually are. We should have thought twice about that mission. She should have never been left alone like that.” He sips at his tea. Bitter without milk, but then again, he’d prefer a glass of whiskey right now over tea. “I don’t know how to fix this.” 

“I don’t think you can.” Kate takes a sip of her coffee. “She’s going to decide when she wants you to fix this, if she wants you to fix it.” 

John lets out a sigh. “We’re her pack, it’s our job-” 

“You’ve failed at your job.” Kate says, her gaze hardening as she stares at him. “You’re good at being a soldier, you’re good at being a leader, you’re good at saving the world, but that’s not your only job. You have a responsibility to take care of your omega, and you failed. You made your choice, and you turned your back on her. She’s not a soldier, John. She’s never been tortured, she’s never been left for dead, she’s never taken a life before and here she’s been through all of that in the span of two days. You made a choice, John. You made a choice knowing damn well what the consequences would be.” 

He sits in silence, staring at Kate. It’s not often she gets mad at him, the frustration evident on her face. It’s a mirror of the anger and disappointment on the faces of his packmates. They’re all feeling the weight of his decision, of his mistakes. They’re all feeling the weight of their rapidly fraying bonds. 

“You have a choice to make now, John.” She stares at him pointedly. “You pick up the pieces from this, you all take the time to recover and heal. Then what? Things aren’t as simple as we thought they were, John. None of us knew what was going to happen. We were all so focused on the potential benefits that we all overlooked just how much of a detriment this would be. Your omega hasn’t had a choice in anything in her entire life. Every decision has been made for her, whether or not she wanted it. She has had no say in any of this. She’s been nothing more than a variable in an experiment, a statistic, a number, a list of pros and cons. She’s been reduced down to nothing more than an object.” 

John winces at her words, the weight on his shoulders growing heavier and heavier. He’s treated you as nothing more than an object, even if not directly. Leaving you so easily, yelling at you when you made an innocent mistake, letting you be taken just like that because he couldn’t get his head out of his own arse far enough to see the truth of what was going on. 

“We all know she’s more than that. Far more than that. But she will never have any say in anything, unless you let her. Outside of your pack, she has nothing. In your pack? She should have the loudest voice.” Kate leans her arms on the table, shifting closer to him. “Right now she has no voice because you’ve proven where your loyalties lie, and they’re not with her. You have one more decision to make, John. Do you keep standing where you are, put the job first and wear your omega down until she’s nothing but an empty shell? Or, do you take this chance while you have it and finally put her first?” 

Kate pushes herself up to stand, grabbing her cup of coffee. John’s not used to feeling small. He’s used to being in charge, being the captain, being in control. People look to him, they listen to him, he’s the one everyone turns to when things go to shit to lead them out. 

He’s not even capable of doing that anymore. 

“Your life as you knew it ended as soon as she was placed in your pack. It’s up to you to decide how it continues.” Kate leaves with those heavy parting words, the door clicking shut behind her. 

John stares down at his cup of tea, the cup half full, or perhaps half empty depending on how one looks at it. It feels more than half empty now, spilling slowly through some microscopic hole in the side. It’ll only be so long before that hole will widen, worn down by the weak paper the cup is made of, the liquid eating away at the cup until there’s nothing but a puddle of tea on the table, slowly rolling towards the edge to dip onto the floor. 

That microscopic hole started as soon as they left you alone for the first time, and none of them were aware enough to even notice it. 

That hole is a gaping wound now. The contents inside turned acidic as soon as he cut you off in his disappointment, as soon as he started digging into the belly of the initiative. That acid has been eating away slowly at the fragile bonds that were in place. Fragile. They really were. No matter how strong they all thought those bonds were growing to be, they were built with fear and anxiety and uncertainty. Uncertainty of the future and what it may hold, anxiety towards a new pack and an entirely new shift in lifestyle, and fear of one day losing a pack member. 

Bonds built upon such frailty can hold no weight should one piece fall. 

How strong can bonds really be when you live with that knowledge, that constant fear that someone could die at any time? Someone in the pack, someone you’ve bonded with, someone you’ve grown a relationship with, might leave and never return because of the risks of their job. How strong can those bonds be? Was that the point of the experiments all along, the 141 and the initiative? Testing the limits a pack could be pushed to, testing if bonds could be formed in such a high stress environment and if so, how strong they’d be? What limits would they have gone to, to test that theory? Would they have gone to the point of sacrificing one of them to test those theories, had the truth not come out when it did? One wrong decision, one wrong step in the field and everything can crumble. Would they have gone to that length to test just how a bonded pack would react, if they could still function after everything? 

The sacrifice was you. 

Kate is right. You’re not part of their world. You’re not a soldier, you haven’t been conditioned to live with that fear, you can’t be conditioned to live with that fear. You shouldn’t have to be conditioned to live with that fear. You had no choice in this. None of it. From the moment you presented, nothing in your life would be yours. From the moment you presented, you would never make a choice for yourself again. 

The sacrifice was you. 

And he played right into their hands. 

The cup is blurring as he stares at it, his eyes blinking rapidly. 

They say an omega is the balance that holds a pack together. It’s a delicate bond, a single thread coiled around the structure of the pack. Wear that thread down until it snaps and everything crumbles. How long have you been fraying? How long have you been silently screaming for help, desperately trying to hold the pieces of the pack together like a strongman holds two pillars up by chains? You never had chains, you’ve been holding everything together with sewing thread, fighting desperately to keep the pieces from crumbling at the risk of being torn in half. 

How long have you been silently screaming? 

It’s all his fault. He’s been wearing you down, he’s been fraying that bond fiber by fiber. He’s been standing there watching you fight to hold the pack together while screaming at him to help, screaming at him to take one of those threads and hold at least half of the weight for you. 

That’s what he’s supposed to do. 

The threads have snapped. You were torn in half by the weight and those threads are gone. They’re crumbling, the bonds coming undone, unraveling minute by minute, second by second. They’re losing each other because they lost you. 

He covers his face with his hands, not even bothering to try and silence his sobs. 

Something has pulled you from the sweet arms of sleep. 

It’s dark in the room, the only light coming from the one behind the bed. The curtains are drawn over the window, keeping you hidden from the darkness outside the window. It’s late, or at least you think it is. You can’t quite see the clock in the darkness with your one good eye. It’s fuzzy in the darkness, too far away for you to truly find where the hands lie. 

Shadows fill the corners of the room, oppressive and claustrophobic. The longer you stare, the bigger they seem to grow as if they might suck the light right out of the room and swallow you in darkness. The longer you stare, the more it seems like there’s something there, something hidden in the darkness. 

Something is staring at you from the shadows. There’s eyes on you, your skin prickling from the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. The more you stare into the darkness, the more the shadows begin to take shape, forming monstrous beasts just being held at bay by the light. 

“Hi, darlin’.” 

No. No, no, no, no. 

“Miss me? It’s been a long time.” 

You shake your head, your heart monitor starting to beep rapidly as your heart pounds in your chest. “N-No.” 

Phil sits forward in the chair in the corner, his face coming into the light. It is him, blonde hair, blue eyes, that disarming grin on his face. He can’t be here...unless he escaped before your pack could catch him. Did they manage to catch him? You don’t know. You hadn’t even thought to ask about Phil or his whereabouts. No one informed you either. 

“No? You didn’t miss me?” He tilts his head, his eyes shining with faux hurt and disappointment. “That’s not very nice of you to say. I thought your father taught you your manners. Have you forgotten them in the time you’ve been away.” He tsks, shaking his head. “Those boys have been letting you get lazy.” 

Your breathing is picking up, panic starting to fill you as you stare at him. It’s impossible. He shouldn’t be here. He can’t be here. He couldn’t have just walked onto base and walked into the medical center, could he? Corporal McKinney fooled everyone for months and drove right off base with you in his car and no one said anything. How much would the guards at the front entrance of the base take as a bribe to let him in? 

Why isn’t your pack outside your door? Why would they let him in? 

They had to have put out a warning. Someone should have put Phil’s face everywhere, sent out a message, something. 

He lets out a sigh, pushing himself to stand. “I guess I’ll have to teach you some manners myself.” 

The glint of metal catches your eye, the icepick catching the light as he steps closer. 

“No, no,” You shake your head, your fingers scrambling for the call button.

Not again. Please, not again. 

Your fingers close around the call button, your thumb pushing it over and over and over again. Someone has to hear it. 

He lifts the ice pick, reaching out for you...

You’re being shaken. A scream tears from your lips as you struggle, trying to get away from whoever is holding you. Your body is alight with pain but you wait for more, for the ice pick to drive into your scent gland again, open the wound and light your body on fire once more. You expect it to come down again and again, filling your body with holes so you bleed out on the floor. 

Where is your pack?

“Easy, easy. You’re alright.” 

You know that voice. 

You’re sobbing, your brain slowly beginning to come back into consciousness. You had been asleep. You were dreaming. The light is on in the room, the harsh fluorescent a welcome presence for once. The shadows are gone, dissipated by the bright light overhead. Phil is gone, wiped away with the rest of the shadows. 

He’s nowhere to be seen because he wasn’t there in the first place. 

It was just a dream. It was just a nightmare. 

There’s a hand on yours, gently easing your fingers from the call button. You’re still trying to press it, your thumb moving almost automatically. You started pressing it in your sleep. 

“You’re okay. Breathe for me.” 

It’s Dr. Keller’s voice. It’s her arms wrapped around you, trying to stop you from moving as much. Your body is screaming in pain, but the panic flooding your body makes you almost numb to it. The pain in your chest is screaming with every rapid inhale, tightening and tightening the more until your fingers and toes start to go numb. 

“Deep breaths.” Dr. Keller says, her own breaths slow as she holds you. “In and out.” 

The inhale catches, the air shuddering into your lungs before you hold it, trying to force your body to calm down, just like the two of you practiced so many times. The heart monitor is beeping rapidly, another thing that must have translated in your state between wakefulness and sleep when Phil had shown up. Your heart is beating rapidly, thudding in your chest almost violently. It’s been through a lot these last few days. You wouldn’t be surprised if it just gave out suddenly. 

“Phil.” You gasp out, still trying to slow your breathing. “Phil was here.” 

“It was just a nightmare.” Dr. Keller says calmly, keeping her arms wrapped around you. “No one has come in or out of this room besides me. The guard outside won’t let anyone else in.” 

Guard. There’s someone outside the door. Your pack? No. She would have said so.

Where is your pack?

Phil was never here. It was just a nightmare. 

The last two thoughts repeat over and over in your head like a mantra as you start to cry, sobs wracking your body. You hate it, the fear, the terror, the anguish you felt as he lifted that ice pick, ready to stab you with it. 

“I hate it.” You croak out, voicing your thoughts for the first time in a few hours. 

“I know.” Dr. Keller says. “It’s normal to have nightmares after a traumatic event.” She adjusts her hold on you, tucking you against her chest. “It’s your brain trying to process what happened, trying to work its way through the trauma of the last few days. It’s cruel, but it’s a necessary part of healing.” 

Healing. 

Are you healing? Can you heal after everything? The pain is intense, not just outside but inside as well. The hurt, the anger, the fear, the anxiety, the panic, the depression, the rage, the betrayal. It’s too much. It’s so much all at once. You hate it. You hate that this happened in the first place. You hate that you have to go through this, have to heal, have to live through more nightmares. 

You hate your pack. That’s why they’re not here. 

For all you know they’ve left you. For all you know they’re on a plane back to the UK. 

Why would they want a broken, angry omega?

“I just want to be okay.” You sob, face pressed against her shoulder. 

“I know.” She says, cradling the back of your head, keeping you tight in her arms. “I'm so sorry this happened to you. I know words can't change that it happened, words can't make it all better, but we'll get you to where you're as okay as you can be again. I promise you I’ll do everything I can to get you there.” She leans her chin on the top of your head, squeezing you against her chest. “We'll get there, no matter how long it takes.” 

How long will it take? How long will your pain and suffering drag on for? Your body will heal eventually, but will your mind? Are you going to be this way for the rest of your life? Will you ever know peace again? But...have you ever really known peace? Your home growing up certainly wasn’t peaceful. Your presentation wasn’t peaceful, and neither was life at the institute. Being chosen by the FBI for this initiative that never existed in the first place certainly wasn’t peaceful. Despite how happy you became with your pack, even that life wasn’t peaceful. What little peace you thought you had was upended in the blink of an eye. 

How easily everything crumbled. 

Will it be possible to put it all back together again? 

Do you want to put it back together again? 

Alcohol is easy to find in a place like this. Soldiers gravitate towards whatever crutch they can find to erase the nightmares they live in. It numbs the pain and the brain and keeps one sane, or at least that’s what his father used to say. 

Of course his father would drink himself into a stupor every Friday night, and he’d wake Saturday morning still in his chair with a full breakfast waiting for him. 

Much like his father, John has lost track of how many times he’s filled his glass. 

It’s been a long time since he’s gotten this drunk. He shook that habit after a shameful morning over ten years ago. He’d just gotten back from a bad deployment, one that gets labeled as a “mission gone wrong.” It failed under his command. He lost a lot of lives, not just his fellow soldiers. He’d drunk himself past a stupor and woke up passed out in a bush covered in vomit outside the gate with a rather angry CO over him. 

He shook the habit after that, easing himself to just a glass every so often on those days he needs to take the edge off, on those days he needs to numb the aches. 

Then Kyle came along. Kyle, his sweet beta with his ethical moral compass. His sweet beta who deserved a better life than what he was pulled into. Dutiful, loyal, principled. A good soldier, but a better man than John could ever be. He could fall into Kyle, bury himself under those soft touches, the soothing whispers, the comfort Kyle could offer him. The screaming in his head became less and less as he allowed Kyle to do what he was meant to do at his core. 

Comfort. 

Then you came along. 

He found himself turning to the liquid medicine less and less because he could bury himself in you. He had an omega, he had someone he could lean on, someone who understood without having to be told. The bond between alpha and omega is something so sacred and special, something to be cherished. 

And he threw it all away. 

He downs another glass, staring at the almost empty bottle. It had been sealed when he got it, brand new and fresh. He can feel it, the fogginess of alcohol clouding his brain. The world is swirling, melting together. He can’t feel much of anything anymore, yet that pain lingers deep in his chest. 

The bond. 

It’s like an open wound, gaping and pulsing. Eventually it’ll slow, eventually it’ll give out. That bond will be cut and everything will crumble. 

It’s all his fault. 

He ended things, he ended the pack, he ended the bond, he ended you. 

Would Graves have killed you? Would Shepherd have given those orders if they pushed onward, if they caught up to him? Graves would have done it slowly, taken his time, reveled in it. They would have gotten a video of it, hours long as you were tortured to death, zoomed in on your face as the life left your eyes. 

The thought makes his stomach churn. He wants to vomit at the mental picture of you laying there, covered in blood, those lifeless eyes staring at him. Eyes that once shone with life and happiness. Despite everything you had been happy. Despite everything that spark inside you was never extinguished. A fiery little thing that would give what they gave right back to them. 

Now you’re not even smoldering. 

You’ve been reduced to ashes, and it’s all his fault. It’s all his doing. 

He skips the glass this time, drinking straight from the bottle.

“Have you seen John recently?” Kyle asks, standing in the doorway to their temporary living quarters. It’s a single room with two bunk beds. Far too tight of a space for their quickly souring dynamics. 

“No, not recently.” Johnny says, lifting his head up from his pillow. He’s been crying again. “You, LT?”

LT. They argued earlier...more like yelled in each others’ faces until they had to be separated at the risk of things getting physical. Kyle’s not even sure what they had been arguing about in the first place. Probably something miniscule and unimportant. Everything seems to be setting them off like grenades. Pull the pin and watch them explode. They’re all on edge, all of them feeling the distance growing wider and wider despite their best efforts to stop it. 

“No.” Simon says simply, staring up at the bottom of the bunk over him. He’s flat on his back, hands folded on his stomach. He looks like a corpse, might have been mistaken for one if it hadn’t been for the slow rise and fall of his chest. He’s still in his mask. He hasn’t taken it off since he arrived in the field. 

It’s late, but none of them can sleep. None of them have been able to get much sleep since they arrived nearly two days ago. Weeks without good, decent sleep wears on the brain too. 

“If he comes back here, text me.” Kyle says before closing the door, resuming his search for their missing captain. 

John has been beating himself up for nearly two days now. Kyle’s never seen his captain quite so distraught and lost. He’s blaming himself, which in all fairness, he should be doing. It is his fault. Kyle will be the first to point blame in this situation, but none of them are truly blameless. None of them questioned it, none of them even argued with him on that decision. They followed blindly as they were supposed to for the first time in a long time. They didn’t question their captain, their alpha, their leader. 

He hates himself for it. 

Why didn’t he question it? Why didn’t he argue? Why didn’t he voice his opinion, fight back against that decision? He trusted his alpha when he shouldn’t have, and you paid for it. 

He’s glad he didn’t have to see you. He’s glad he didn’t have to face down the state Johnny and Simon found you in. He’s glad he didn’t have to see what you looked like even after the blood had been cleaned off and the true horror was revealed. 

He hasn’t gone to see you at all. 

He’s not sure he could handle it. You won’t care either way from the sound of it. You’ve been reduced to a shell, silent and empty. You’ve barely said a word since this morning, instead just lying there and staring at the ceiling according to the doctor when she’d updated them this afternoon.

Your body will heal slowly, but your mind will remain a battleground. 

He leaves the barracks, looking up at the dark sky. It’s clear tonight. He’d probably see the stars if there wasn’t constant light pollution around the base. What do the stars look like here? He’s stared up at the stars constantly in the last few weeks in places there was little light pollution. His only comfort about being away from you so long was the knowledge that you were under the same sky. Be it day or night, the stars were overhead. You wouldn’t be able to see them either way, but they were shining for you too. 

Now you’re both under the same stars, but you’re both still so far away.

He lets out a sigh, lowering his gaze. He has a job to do, a captain to find. 

“Where are you John?” He breathes, looking in all directions, trying to decide which way to go next. He had stopped in at the med center already, but he wasn’t there. No one had seen him, even the doctor. He’s searched everywhere he could think to search, but his captain is nowhere to be found. 

He walks around the side of the barracks, hoping maybe he’ll run into John coming back this way. Usually he wouldn’t bother searching for him, but with his mind how it has been, Kyle can’t help but be worried. Even with the bonds fraying between them, he still has that instinctual need to make sure his alpha is okay. Instincts can’t be ignored. No matter how much bonds between packs fray, instincts will always remain the same. 

That’s why he still feels that urge to go and see you. 

John will kill him if he requests a base-wide search. 

He knows how self-destructive John can be despite how composed he makes himself appear. He’s only seen his alpha in that state once, and he has a feeling he’s about to a second time. 

He leans against the wall with a sigh when he reaches the other side of the barracks. Nothing. No sign of him. No texts from Johnny or Simon either. He’d asked Dr. Keller to let him know if he shows up in the med center too, but there’s been nothing. No word. No signs. 

Maybe he should just give up looking. John will find his way back to the barracks eventually. Or he won’t. 

That could be tomorrow’s problem. A distraction, a mission, something to give them purpose and force them to unite again. 

Find their missing captain. Find their missing alpha.

He turns back around to follow the sidewalk back to the front of the barracks when he hears shuffling footsteps dragging on the concrete. He turns, squinting into the darkness between lamps as a figure stumbles through the shadows, muttering under its breath. He knows that voice, he knows that figure. 

John. 

John stumbles forward, nearly falling but Kyle reaches out, catching him. His mind is racing, silently checking for any blood, any sign of injury, but there’s nothing. 

Maybe everything is finally getting to him. Maybe his body has finally been pushed to the limit and it’s giving out. He’s having a medical emergency. 

“Easy, sir.” He says, trying to calm his panic as he fights to keep John upright despite John’s body wanting to fall the rest of the way onto the ground. Kyle takes a breath in, catching the sour scent of alcohol wafting off his captain. 

Not a medical emergency, then. 

He sought out some liquid comfort instead. 

The thought makes Kyle’s chest twinge still. 

“’S all over.” John slurs, his weight getting heavier and heavier. “Everything is over.” He turns his head, blinking slowly. “Kyle?” 

“It’s me, sir. I’ve got you.” He slings John’s arm over his shoulders, making his weight easier to hold. 

“Kyle.” He slurs again, the two syllables blurring together. “Too good to me, Kyle.” John pulls his arm free, stumbling forward. 

Kyle just manages to lessen his fall onto the concrete, making sure John doesn’t smack the back of his head at least. He’ll have some scrapes and bruises tomorrow, though. Right now he probably can’t even feel it. If he was responsible, he’d take John to the med center, let him sleep off the alcohol on the safety of a gurney, but that would probably just cause more problems for everyone. 

John would be pissed when he woke up. 

He lets out a sigh as he stands there, staring down at his captain. John’s on his back, eyes up and focused on the sky, hiccuping every so often. He’s never seen his captain quite this drunk before, though he has heard stories of when John was younger. 

“I’ve killed her.” John mumbles. “I’ve killed all of us.” 

Kyle drops to a knee beside John. “You haven’t killed anyone.” 

“She’s fading away. Soon she’ll be gone.” He murmurs. “We’ll go too.” John pushes himself up to sit. “It’s all over. Everything is over.” 

Kyle grips John’s arms before he can fall back again, holding him in place. “Nothing is over yet, sir. We can still do something. It’ll just take time.” 

John turns to look at him, his eyes hazy and far away. “Kyle.” John says his name softly, reaching out to brush his fingers across Kyle’s cheek. “Pretty boy.” He slumps against Kyle’s chest, his weight nearly making both of them topple over. “Too good to me, Kyle.” 

“I care about you a lot, sir.” Kyle says, rubbing his back. “More than I think you realize.” He murmurs the last bit more to himself than anything. Not that John will likely remember any of this in the morning. “We should get you in bed. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” 

They do. They have to decide what to do next. 

“Come on.” He says, hauling John to his feet carefully. John lets him, letting Kyle wrap his arm around his shoulders. 

It’s slow going, Kyle half dragging John back to the barracks. He’s quiet at least, only the occasional scuffle of his footsteps as he stumbles breaking the quiet night. He gets John back to their room fairly easily, easing him into the other bottom bunk across from Simon. The room is still and silent aside from the occasional sniffle from one of the top bunks. 

He grabs the blanket from his own bunk, draping it across John instead. Maybe in his drunk state, the scent will bring him some comfort, help ease that ache inside of him.

He’s hoping John’s scent will do the same for him. 

“It’ll be alright, sir.” He says, making sure his captain is comfortable. He stands up, staring down at his Captain. “Everything will be fine.” 

He’s not sure who he’s trying to convince. 

John stares down into his tea as they sit around a table. His head is throbbing, pulsing heavily behind his eyes. It’s his own damn fault, going out and getting drunk like that. He hasn’t done it in years, yet he couldn’t stand the pain gnawing away at his chest. Alcohol hadn’t fixed it. It’s still there, still pulsing away. The alcohol had only numbed it at least for a few hours, and if anything, it made it worse. 

“Kate left this morning back to DC.” He says, glancing up at the other three members of his team. “They're still working on cleanup and helping Alex and Farah track Shepherd. I spoke with Dr. Keller this morning. We’ll be able to fly out soon.” 

The words hang heavy in the air. He hadn’t mentioned you at all, but he’s not sure he could without breaking down. You are improving slowly, Christine had said, giving him a sympathetic look as he squinted in the harsh fluorescents. She knew. She could tell just by looking at him. She’s that good at her job. 

He’s glad they have her. He’s glad you have her.  

“Where are we going tae go?” Johnny asks. 

“We can’t go back to base.” Simon says. 

“You’re right. Going back to base is too risky.” John says. “Shepherd could have eyes there already. And with her mind where it is...” Taking you back would be too much too soon, even without the risk. One of their own had already betrayed them once. They can’t trust anyone anymore. “We need somewhere secluded and quiet. Somewhere no one will know we’re going where we can lay low for a while.” Both out of necessity for their safety, but also for your sake. 

It falls silent between them. Shepherd knows all of their possible safehouses, all of the places they mind go to stay hidden. Those only they know off the record are hard to get to, requiring miles of hiking. You wouldn't be up for that even without the physical injuries, and they doubt you'd let one of them carry you. If they had to get out quickly...

“My parents have a place,” Kyle says, glancing up at them from his own cup of tea. “Out in Cornwall. A cottage near the cliffs. It’s quiet, secluded. No one knows about it but us. Tourist season is over too. There won't be many out there poking around this time of year.” Anyone wandering around out there that close would be suspicious.

“It’s a good option.” Johnny shrugs. 

“It’s our only option.” Simon says. 

“It’s exactly what we need.” Kyle says. “Trying to rent this time of year will only draw attention, and we can't trust we won't be ratted out. Shepherd likely still has allies. We were betrayed by one of our own before.” Kyle says. 

“You're sure no one else knows about it?” John asks, looking at his beta. 

“Just my parents and my siblings. They wouldn’t ask any questions if I told them it was being used.” Kyle shrugs. “It might be our best option.”

John looks around at them. It is their best option for now. He knows Kyle's family is just like the rest of theirs. They know they can't know and they won't ask questions. 

“We had a conversation once, months ago.” John says. “She told me she wanted to live next to the sea someday. She wants to be close enough that she can smell it and see it.” 

He pauses thinking back months ago after Simon left, after you were so affected by his absence. That conversation when you asked if he’d ever leave for you, when he told you if your life was ever in danger because of them he’d leave in a heartbeat. He’s made a liar out of himself. He broke his promise, so many promises, made not just to you. Not just to the pack. 

He glances at the other three, fighting back the lump in his throat, the endless threat of tears that has been rising like the tide and threatening to drown him at any moment. He’s made his decision, he’s made up his mind. 

You have to come first. 

His priorities have changed. There’s no initiative to follow, no orders to be given out. Kate was right. This is their moment to change things, this is his moment to change things. His pack will follow. Despite everything, they’ll trust him to make the right decision. They won’t hesitate to challenge him anymore, but there’s still that deeply ingrained trust in their alpha and captain. 

The alpha comes first. 

No, the omega comes first. 

He takes a sip of his tea, bitter without any milk, but it’ll do. “She wanted to be close to the sea.” He looks back up at the other three having made his decision. “Taking her there might just be what she needs.” 

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After the end - Post-apocalypse Omegaverse AU

Summary - You won't be cornered in your territory and that's final. You begin to make little presents for your trespassers should they dare to enter your woods. Meanwhile, the four alphas find something very interesting...

Tags - Omegaverse (duh), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, non traditional dynamics, all of the 141 are alphas, you're an omega. Eventual smut, dub-con, knotting, mating press, polyamory, alphas love alphas. 141 x reader. The reader is officially a bad ass

Prologue

You stared down at the nest you had created and suddenly felt disgusted and angry. These alphas have stepped onto your territory and made you react like this. Three years of near bliss, despite the struggles, gone. The anger rolled over you in waves, it boiled your blood to the point you felt hot all over your body.

No. You weren't about to cower in your cabin and let some stupid alphas wander all over your territory. You were going to do something about it. You marched back towards your living room and opened one of the closets on the side of the hallway. You grabbed the bag full of supplies and swung it over your shoulder then looked at the shotgun leaned against the wall.

You hesitated only for a moment before you grabbed it too. Even in the times before the world ended you hadn't been one for conventionality. You preferred to be alone on your own property living your own life. And no alpha or beta, whether back then or now, was going to take this from you. You shoved the extra ammunition into your pockets and unbarred your door.

The cold winter air nipped at your skin and distantly you could still smell their combined scents. You pulled stuffing from a torn apart pillow and stuffed it up your nose. Happy hunting indeed, you thought as you stepped off into your piece heaven that would become their hell.

"Hey captain," Gaz said as they wandered through the very small town. It had likely been abandoned for ages. The first thing Gaz had noticed was that the windows were smashed in but the doors boarded up. Then he noticed the marks, spray paint in different symbols meaning something or another. "I think this place has been completely stripped bare."

Price hummed thoughtfully and turned to look around at the other buildings. All of them in similar states of disrepair but all with symbols sprayed onto them. He turned to his team, and contemplated their next steps. "Do you think they might still be around?" Ghost spoke up finally.

Price glanced at his lieutenant. They had stuck together when the entire world had completely gone down. First the electricity and then a disease. It apparently didn't take much else to throw the world into chaos. People killed people all the time before but not even Ghost had been prepared for the level of depravity some people dove to. Kidnapping local omegas, killing betas or hunting alphas for sport. Blowing up buildings and ransacking stores.

They had all stuck together as a pack since that was what they had always done. They wandered from place to place and it had taken them a little over a year to make it back to the UK. Bonds grew stronger and their ruts continued. They were all each other's support. Price considered the facts in front of them.

"Negative. I don't think whoever did this is still around," Price said as he eyed the pharmacy. The only building not having been closed off or marked with an 'x'. "Soap, Gaz, go investigate the pharmacy, me and Ghost will try to find any other buildings not marked."

They wandered around the town for a bit with Gaz and Soap meeting back up not long after they had departed. "Over tae counter medicine like Advil but nae much else," Soap tossed Ghost the bottle who looked over it.

"Not expired yet. Good find."

"Wait," Gaz suddenly said and sniffed the air. Everyone paused, Gaz had the best nose of them all. Able to sniff out any scents even days old. He walked over to a telephone pole that had a red smear on it and sniffed with his nose almost on the old blood.

He felt his cock chub up his pants immediately at the scent. At first it smelled like sweat and dirt but underneath that was a tangy, sour then sweet like a granny smith apple or a green grape, scent. An unmistakable smell of omega.

Gaz turned to the three other alphas, "There's an omega around." He grinned.

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Chapter One: News Crashing

Poly!TaskForce 141 x Omega!Reader

The Omega Pack Plan Masterlist

Summary: A change in procedure around base causes you to spiral as your world comes crashing down. There's only one way out of this and it starts with telling the truth.

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Anxiety, Existentialism, Misogyny, Dismissive Attitudes, Angst, Rage

Mentions of: Medication,

A/N: Honestly, I'd been inspired by a few series (Standard Emergency Protocol and Pantry Solutions) I've read those and it caused me to want to write my own A/B/O COD AU, so I started this as a sort of funny fic awhile ago. I'm haven't entirely plotted out the whole story, but I have some ideas for the first few chapters. I was finally inspired to finish and post it because @cringeycookies liked the snippet I posted in a wip tag game. So thanks to everyone who inspired me, and a special thank you to @penelopepine for helping me with the dialogue and Price's reaction as I try to begin writing for them.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," the nurse responds, "we're no longer authorized to refill suppressants of any kinds for any purpose." With a push of the empty orange pill bottle back across the counter in your direction, she offers you an ugly forced smile.

"Is there really nothing we can do?!" You complain incredulously, "Nothing at all? What am I supposed to do with this?!" Taking the emptied bottle into your hands, you stare at the nurse with widened eyes and a wild look.

"There is no 'we'..." she rolls her eyes in response, focus returning to the papers before her. "But if you insist, you can always bring it up with your CO, or the Base Commander." She scribbles something out on the page, but you can hardly focus when your world is virtually crumbling apart around you. "Now if you don't mind, some of us actually have work to do around here."

Still stunned, you can't help the way your breathing picks up as your heart begins to race. About a month ago now there was a base-wide meeting where they'd finally cracked down and implemented a new program the government is trying out: OPP. The Omega Pack Plan. While it's uncommon for Omegas to even be recruited into the military to begin with, such a thing does exist. Regardless, the Base Commander gathered everyone in the Auditorium for a presentation to talk about the new program and how the army would implement it into the troops. Luckily, considering you're on an elite Task Force, it doesn't apply to you. At least... it didn't.

"What the hell is this?!" You yell, tossing the orange bottle in his direction.

He'd heard the stomps all the way down the hall and smelled you coming, so he's neither surprised by your appearance, nor startled by the toss of the bottle. John swiftly catches it in his hand as he looks up at you. "What?" He inquires, finally glancing down to examine what he's caught. "A pill bottle?"

"Captain, it's empty! They won't refill it- I can-"

A groan tumbles past his lips as he drags a hand down his beard. "Look, Panther-" referring to you by your callsign, interesting move. "There's nothing I can do, it's over my head now. I wish I could do something, but I can't." Sitting back in his leather chair, Price places the bottle on the desk; a faint rap of the plastic hitting the wood is the only sound between you momentarily before you hurriedly shut the door.

Panic begins to flood your system as you're not sure how to handle this. It's your turn to freak out. You know how this goes, you know the story now; ever since they'd implemented and dispersed the Omegas into the troops, they'd started implementing them into the Task Forces, and now they have to do so with the One Four One. Fingers curling in and out of shapes as you try to process your next move, you speak before you can even begin to plan what you're going to tell him.

"I- I'm- I..." You're pacing his office now, the heavy gaze of your Captain upon you as you try to prevent yourself from hyperventilating. The thing is, you're usually good with pressure- really good. It's your job to be good. It's just... this is different. This is your life, your livelihood at stake, the livelihood of all your future generations to come.

A sigh resounds throughout the office before you hear the low timbre of his voice. "Dove," he calls out with a gentle tone, "I want you to take a deep breath for me. Alright?" With the calm and even sound of your Captain's voice and the assured look on his face, you comply. Exhaling the last of your breath, you close your eyes and focus in on the deep intake of air through your nose. With the parting of your lips you slowly release it before giving yourself a moment.

When you open your eyes he gestures to the seat before his desk, though you know he won't take offense if you decline. Hesitant, one hand finds its way to the other, wrapping around your arm as you listen to him speak. "Now, can you explain what has you in this state? I assure you that there's nothing that can't be dealt with." You want to trust him, you know him--John Price--your Captain. He's always had your back, always made sure you felt comfortable in the Taskforce, always made an effort to check on you after things got rough.

You nod. Licking your lips, you search his blue eyes as you tentatively take the seat across him.

"Whatever it is, we'll deal with it, alright? I can guarantee you that unless you're trying to tell me you're an Omega, nothing you say is going to shock me that warrants the amount of panic you're putting yourself through," Price chuckles. He's obviously joking, trying to break the tension with humor. Lips drawn upward into a small smile, the Captain stares at you expectantly.

"What if I am?" You whisper, eyes unable to tear from his visage as you try and gauge his reaction. Unexpectedly, silence fills the space between you and feels deafening in the small space. The growing comfort of his office these couple of months now feels like a cage you're forced to stay in, under watch, as you stare down your superior on the brink of a battle to the death. And that's what you do. His blue eyes bore into yours, skeptically shifting between your left and right as he seems to try and get a read on you.

All of the sudden you jump at the smack of his hands hitting the desk in front of him. He laughs at you.

He's laughing at you.

And you're sitting there with your guts spilled out, dread eating away at the pit in your stomach... and he's laughing. It feels like forever is passing you by as you stare at him in shock, this moment between the two of you frozen in time as nothing else persists.

"I understand what this was now," Price explains, still chuckling to himself as he shakes his head. There's a warm smile on his face that feels eerie considering the dire context of the situation at hand. "You got me! I fully believed you for a second there, too."

Eyebrows furrowing in dark realization, you can't help but stare at him wildly. "Wha-" You begin to question him and his line of thinking, but he cuts you off.

"This was all a prank, right? The bottle, the hysterics- you really outdid yourself, Sergeant." Leaning back in his chair, he props his ankle up on his other knee. "Because let me tell you, this was good. Better than anything Soap's cooked up in awhile. Did you come up with it yourself?" There's a cheeky grin on his lips. "Ah, I know you did."

Lips opening and closing like a fish out of water, you sit in the armchair across from him pale with a dazed look across your face. He doesn't actually think that this was...

"Well, with your little triumph in your pocket, I say we get back to work, yeah? I've got some new leads from MI6 that've just popped in." With that, the man stands from his desk and rounds it. "Garrick should be back around Tea. I'll see you in the Command Station then," he informs you. It's then that he passes by, a genial clap on your shoulder while he's at it.

Left stunned in silence, you can't help but grit your teeth, consequentially pronouncing your jaw as anger ebbs through your bloodstream. Breath getting heavier, you can't help but loathe the meeting tonight. Your Captain might be satisfied with the conversation, but all you feel is discouraged. He's abandoned you, left you alone in his office with a humiliating sense of betrayal and shattered trust. Almost like you hadn't just told him your biggest secret at all.

Punching the standard heavy punching bag hanging in front of you, you grunt, ignoring the pain that gnaws at your knuckles underneath the reusable hand wraps. Sweat builds on your brow as you continue to unleash your pent up anger on the gym’s equipment. How could he?! When had you ever pulled anything even similar to this? Never! And the fact that you’ve only been on the team for a handful of months only exacerbates the abandonment you’re feeling right now. He’s your Captain! Regardless of your feelings or the situation at hand, isn’t he supposed to be there for you? He’d promised from the get go to help you with whatever you need, and now the one time you go to him for aid it backfires in your face and leaves you without any sort of solution going forward aside from straight up telling the whole team the flat out truth, and God forbid! You can’t even begin to fathom how that’d go.

A pent up and frustrated yell almost akin to something of a growl emanates from you as you tear into another round of swift jabs and punches. Regardless of the situation at hand, you’ve been trying to build up your upper body’s strength and letting out the anger you’d accumulated over this morning’s events seemed like a perfect opportunity to let loose.

The stretches and treadmill routine didn’t take a lot out of you, but the weights, and now the punching bag definitely is starting to take its toll. Sweat beads at your forehead in rivulets that drip down the sides of your neck, down your scalp past your neck and between your shoulder blades. Tank top soaked in sweat, you breathe hard as your heart pumps rapidly in your chest. You would’ve wound up here at some point or another tonight, but the Captain’s discourteous response certainly led to an earlier workout time.

While others sparsely litter the gym’s floor, you pay them no mind and vice versa. It’s not uncommon for soldiers to be found blowing off steam or aiming to beat their highest reps on the weights. Yet, this gym is reserved for higher standing members of the Force, the gym on the far side of the base where there are less people, offices, and considering the regular army men train in the bigger gym closer to their quarters, it’s mostly other higher ranked officers in here.

“Captain’s lookin’ for ya,” Markowski, another Sergeant that you’d come to befriend on base announces from the doorway, having poked his head in after leaving a few minutes earlier. He belongs to a different Task Force.

A groan tumbles out of you as you realize it’s already that time. Just as the door clicks shut, your phone chimes loudly with the alarm you’d set earlier going off. A few quick swipes of your fingers, you turn the alarm off and unlock the device, seeing a number of messages flood your notifications.

Kyle: You hear they’ve bumped up the timeline? 😯

Johnny: “ https://Tiktok/Shattered.Rat567 ” Had me rollin’ 🤣👏🏻 Gotta check it, Bonnie

Simon: You coming to the meeting or not? 🤨

Johnny: Where r u? You’re usually first here 👀 Cap’s getting peeved, watch out

Not looking forward to the inevitable mess of a meeting before you, you don’t bother rushing to join the men. With a wash of your face in the women’s locker room, a speedy bathroom break, and a grab of the items you’d brought with you, you’re heading for the Command Station.

With the time Price set the meeting, you won't get to eat dinner till afterward. You'd be lying if you said you weren't annoyed by this entire situation, your agitation from neglecting your hunger earlier has certainly come to bite you in the backside.

While you don’t have time to respond to their texts, having set the alarm with only enough time to get back to your team’s Command ‘station’ albeit more like your headquarters before heading out. Speed-walking through the orderly halls with a haste perfectly common around here, you navigate with a well practiced knowledge. Though you’ve only been here coming up on six months soon, you’re well acquainted with this part of the base.

Rounding the corner, you’re in the hall, close. Yet, the worry of being late lingers in the back of your mind and adds another layer of annoyance on top of your residual anger buried deep down from this morning’s situation. You’d inevitably come up with your solution. It’s not one you like… but it’s the only logical option. Another turn and you’re striding into the big garage-like room.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Sergeant,” Price calls out to you. Lifting his eyes from the map laid out across your station's table, he glares in your direction.

“What took you so long?” Soap snaps, his brows slightly furrowed as he stares at you from the opposite side of the table, hands lazily wrapped around his vest’s straps.

A look at your watch tells you that you’re not even late, the meeting doesn’t officially start for another minute! But you are usually waiting on them. He’s got you there.

“Yeah, you’re usually the first one here. It’s not like you,” Gaz whispers under his breath as you sidle up alongside Ghost, Gaz standing diagonal to you right beside Price at the head of the table.

“Focus,” Ghost orders the men, his hands tucked in his hoodie’s pocket. You don’t fail to notice the way he subtly takes a step further away from you as soon as they start talking again. Price goes back to talking plans as Gaz is questioning the circumstances of the information the Captain had acquired earlier when he’d had to leave the office.

“Which is exactly why-”

A heavy exhale on your behalf leaves the men frozen as their eyes drift back to you. “Do you have something you’d like to say, Panther?” The Captain questions. Jaw clenched, you tear your eyes from the map they’d settled on.

“We’ve got a big problem,” you announce, cutting off the Captain as you finally raise your gaze to meet Price’s slightly widened blue eyes.

“Well, if you see something that needs changin’ then let’s hear it,” he responds. A ‘hmph’ follows as he crosses his arms over his chest and sits his weight back onto his heels.

“It’s not about the op,” you correct him. Tilting your head side to side you attempt to crack the kinks in your neck while standing a little straighter to appear more engaged and serious.

“And it’s more important than this? What we’re doin’ right now?” Soap questions, his hands dropping to rest on the table as he looms over it, eyeing you with frustration obvious in his irises.

“What is it?” Gaz asks, a quirk of his eyebrow garnering your attention for a split-second. He’s genuinely asking, and there doesn’t seem to be a hostility in his scent as he turns his attention to you. Then there’s Ghost, who you don’t even need to look at to feel his heavy gaze on you, waiting expectantly.

“Actually, it is,” you argue with Soap, anger beginning to boil in your belly, the frustration and angst having been left to simmer all afternoon. “I can’t believe you didn’t take me seriously when I came to you earlier,” you turn your anger on Price. He looks taken aback by the outburst, something you’re not known for.

“Dove,” he calls calmly, hands out in an attempt to pacify.

“Don’t-” you bark, starting to raise your voice without realizing it. “I came to you in confidance! Trusting you when you said you’d be there to help me if I ever needed it! How could you?” Gritting your teeth, you don’t realize how hard you’re breathing as your chest heaves with anger.

“Woah, woah-” Gaz sputters, “What-” holding his hands out to try and diffuse the argument.

“I let myself be vulnerable-” You continue to shout.

“Isn’t this something that shoul-” Soap attempts to dissuade, backing down as he puts his hands out.

“-and tell you the truth, and-” you’re lunging for him across the table. You’re held back by a massive hand on your shoulder. “You laugh in my face?! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You're suddenly pulled back, off your feet, and shoved into a metal chair that'd been nearby. Your Lieutenant is hovering over you, his cold eyes now tinged with a spark of anger as they bore into you scrutinizingly. There's the sound of commotion behind him, multiple voices overlapping, yet you can't see anything with that utter giant in front of you!

“Does anyone wanna explain what the bloody hell is goin’ on here?” Ghost snaps. It's only then when the man steps aside that you can see where everyone is. With both of you in your respective corners, you simply glare at the Captain from over your crossed arms out in front of you.

“Are you bleedin’ kidding me, ya Scally?” Price grunts as he shrugs Gaz’ hand off his shoulder. “You’re still on about it! When w-"

"That doesn't explain what happened, Cap," Gaz interrupts, stopping him from going off and getting them nowhere.

He groans, running a hand over his face once more before composing himself. Everyone waits for an explanation—you too—he’d been the first to speak, and you’re curious to hear what he comes up with. “She came into my office, bloody cryin’, tossing me a pill bottle, muttering about, saying she’s a-”

You don’t dare let him finish, not wanting him to be the one to finally say it, exposing your truth to the team. "Omega. I’m an Omega, ” you finish his sentence. While you’re scared to meet their faces, you take a deep breath and force yourself to do so.

"Christ," Price curses, fingers coming up to pinch the skin between his brows as he hangs his head.

Ghost's stoicism is nothing unordinary, and in fact, is somewhat a comfort considering you'd expected nothing less from him.

Gaz looks stunned for a moment, eyes flitting about the other’s faces before the serious look on his face morphs. Lips slowly drawing upward, you shouldn’t be surprised when he starts laughing. "Yeah right," Garrick teases, "and I'm actually the Prime Minister."

Yet, it's not just him. The uproarious laughter from your right only adds fuel to the already burning flame as the two other Sergeants laugh like idiots. All as if it's some poor joke with no consequences to anyone's life, and yet... it's the truth. At the end of the day, it doesn't change anything. At the end of the day, your life is still in jeopardy and they're treating it like some joke. Unable to form any sort of retort, you simply blink; stuck in a stupor raw, stung, and with a dumb look on your face.

Soap, rounding the table slaps Gaz on the back, his face flushed red from laughing so hard. "Yer makin' my stomach hurt. God," he eggs the other on between his dying chuckles and attempting to catch his breath.

"You're really just gonna stand there and laugh?!" You finally burst. Anger surely must be coming off your scent in waves, but you don't care. Standing from the chair, you don't flinch as Ghost swipes his arm out in front of you in case you were going for the Captain again. There will be no physical altercation on his watch.

"She already pulled this on me earlier, mind you, and now what? You're trying to pull it over on the lads' too, eh?" Price goads you.

"And I was telling the truth! You're the one who said I was joking," you point out. The volume of your voice is lost on you, partially blinded by the fury bleeding out.

"I suppose you never did admit to it being a prank," Price reasons, fingers grazing his beard as he runs them over it repeatedly in thought. "But how do you expect us to believe that when you clearly smell of a Beta?"

"Even on the battlefield, after everything we've been through-" Gaz starts.

"After yer all sweaty from a workout, too. I think we'd notice, Pan," Johnny argues, illuminating a legitimate point of consideration.

"Oh please," you mutter quietly to yourself. Shaking your head, you can't believe they're really all being this daft right now. "Like you have heard of those Scent Spritzers.”

There are various perfumes on the market specifically designed to alter one’s scent. Most use it smell like an Alpha when they’re not, or an Omega when they’re wanting to seduce an Alpha when going out. But Omegas posing as Betas was rarely heard of. You’re more than sure it happens more frequently than people know of, they just haven’t been caught. And in your line of work? It’s scarce. People are thoroughly vetted, but… you’d been on suppressants for a long, long time. And a Beta perfume only perfected your hiding.

“Did you forget we’re Alphas, love? We’d be able to smell you across the room if you were,” Gaz taunts. There’s a puff of his chest that makes his cockiness even more annoying than usual.

"You really want to be an Omega? Dumb yourself down to some weak fragile thing?” Johnny jokes, nudging Gaz’ arm as he shakes his head.

“A doll who can get whoever she wants? Want to be nothing more than good for knockin' up and popping out pups?” Gaz adds on.

“Are you serious right now?” You test, seething under your skin as your hands ball up into fists. “How could you say that?!”

“It’s what people say,” Ghost comments.

“Nobody would want that and you’re out here lying about it,” Johnny pokes.

“We’re only trying to point out the flaws in your little rouse, Pan,” Gaz says, a smile lighting up his features as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"And what if I was lying, hm? Would that change anything you just said to me? How you feel about Omegas?" You scoff.

“This isn’t about your designation,” Price finally speaks. Fingers still weaved into his beard, his blue eyes lift to meet yours. “I see what this is about now, but there's nothin' to worry about, Dove.” Your Captain takes on a softer tone and all of the sudden you feel yourself start to get emotional as a twinge of sadness, of the hurt bleeding through upon understanding makes you feel seen.

“I know it's intimidating, the thought of having your first unmedicated heat, but we have medics here. It's natural. Heats, ruts, we all have them. And, hey... at least you're not an Omega, right?" Whatever relief you’d momentarily experienced sinks back down in your gut with the speed of a rollercoaster drop. It’s as silent as a stakeout, the only sound being people’s breathing. And the lack of yours.

It takes a moment to gather yourself, everyone’s eyes on you with the serious topic change. While sex and the downsides to a designation are something discussed with the boys, you’d often been left out. And to your comfort. "You know what? I can’t do this,” you retort. Backing from the group, you toss your hands up. “I guess you'll just have to wait and see," you bite back. With a whip of your hair over your shoulder, you head for the door.

The room is silent once more as everyone gawks. You’d never reacted in such a manner, had an outburst like that… this is… certainly different, and something they’re not at all used to.

“It’s because they took away her suppressants today,” Price explains. It might not have been something the group should be privileged to know. A private matter, really… but with the way you acted? He felt the men deserve an explanation, at least.

“That makes sense,” Gaz responds quietly, eyes still on the door you’d gone through.

“That’s no excuse,” Johnny counters, arms crossing over his chest with a scowl on his lips.

"Well... that went better than I thought,” Ghost comments with a shrug. “Back to the plan? We can fill her in later.”

[lostintransist]

Broken Beyond Bearing | Part 2

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Part 1 found here | AO3

CW: Very light sexual content, allergic reaction bad enough to need medical intervention, panic, dissociation

Johnny lay in the nest, warmed by Kyle who had shifted to fill the chill that John left when he had gone to answer the door. Simon lazily trails his nose over Johnny’s scent gland, drawing a light whimper from his throat.

Kyle leans in and presses their lips together, coaxing as his hand begins to trace muscles. Johnny settles a hand on Simon’s thigh, running his fingers through the hair he found there. They were off duty for another two weeks and taking full advantage of Simon’s oncoming rut. He would only be deeply affected for 48 hours but the men always pooled their leave times to give them an extra week off.

This being the third year of them taking a few weeks off for each of their ruts/heats the rest of the large team knew and adjusted for the absence of their leader and core team. Kate kept track of everyone on their specific jobs.

Simon started to harden up behind Johnny. Hands drifting over his body had Johnny closing his eyes and leaning into his lovers. The teeth at his nipple surprised him to the point of recoiling. Simon had the misfortune of resting at the edge of the bed. He hit the floor with a thump. Kyle and Johnny shared a look before they both started to laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. So funny,” Simon stood, rubbing his butt that had taken the brunt of the fall.

The men on the bed smirked as they now watched Simon stand a bit more at attention under their eyes. Before they can get Simon back into the nest John steps into the bedroom, shutting the door hard behind him.

They watch as John strips off his robe and strides into the shared closet. Kyle can only open his mouth before John is answering the yet-unspoken question.

“We need to get dressed. Kate brought us a wife.”

That had all of them moving. What the hell did he mean?

Scrambling into the closet each of them grabs the necessary clothes before shifting to standing around the nest so everyone has the elbow room they need to dress.

“John, what do you mean Kate brought us a wife?” Kyle asks after his head emerges from his turtleneck.

“Kate brought us a beta woman. She would like us to stop being so reckless on jobs. Thinks that having someone to come home to will keep us from killing ourselves on jobs.” John sits to put his socks on, threading a socked foot into his pants before standing and doing them up.

“So what’s the plan then Captain?” Simon questions as he feeds his belt through the loops of his pants. “Obviously we don’t need a beta.”

“A wife wouldn’t be terrible though,” Johnny pointed out as he tucked his thin layer into his pants and grabbed his own jumper. A bonnie to hold and smile at them when they stumble in through the door? That sounded amazing to him.

“The plan is Johnny and Kyle will be taking her to town for some clothes and a bed. Kate insists she gets a bed and a space to retreat to. Simon, I want you to see what you can sniff out from her clothes. Maybe check what Kate has been up to lately.” John pauses, shirt tucked into his armpits as he prepares to lift it over his head. “Something about her smells…wrong. You have a more sensitive nose than I do, I need your opinion on her. I’ll start working on cleaning out the room behind the kitchen.”

“What are Kyle and I watching for then John?” Johnny runs a hand over his hair, deciding that he wouldn’t need to do much about it since he would be putting on a beanie shortly.

“Anything we can glean from her. She didn’t say much after Kate left. Watched me until I came upstairs, lot of thoughts behind those eyes though. You’ll see what I mean.” John opened the door that led to the stairs.

They all trailed after him. John had been right. Something smelled off about you. Almost broken? It reminded Johnny of the time Simon said his sauce had “broke” and the fats and water and flavors no longer sat well together.

You are standing at the front window, staring out over the vast stretch of forest they owned all around the property. They had chosen this spot deliberately five years ago when they were buying land to build their home on. It backed up to a national forest and they would never have to worry about neighbors.

Johnny approaches you around the couch. You pull back slightly from the window and notice the fog your breath left on the glass. A finger is lifted, leaving a frowny face in its wake. When you turn to look at him Johnny sees what John meant about your eyes.

You don’t leak scents of displeasure or fear like anyone else would in this situation; no, the feelings bubble in your eyes instead. Your stress sat in your shoulders and the slight bend in your knees, not in your scent gland.

“‘ello, you can call me Johnny. We’re going to town to get you supplies for your room.” He smiles gently at you. You only narrow your eyes in response. “Where did Kate put your coat?”

You look from eye to eye three times before answering. “Kate didn’t get me a coat. Only had cash and she said I needed clothes more.”

Johnny liked Kate. He had never wanted to slap her more than in this moment though. Nodding once he lifted a hip to rest on the couch as he folded his arms. You wince as his anger is communicated through the air. Simon complained that his anger tasted of burning rubber.

“I have a coat you can borrow until we get you one in town. Would that be okay?” He probes gently.

The narrowing of your eyes is exactly what he expected. You were going to take a long time to trust them.

“How about we get the truck started and then you only need to wear it between the house and the car?” Johnny offered.

“Fine.” You cross your arms and cast your gaze back to the snow beyond the window.

Twisting Johnny catches Kyle’s eye as he lurks in the kitchen.

“Grab my coats would you?” He tilts his head to their new wife as if Kyle hadn’t heard the conversation echo due to the acoustics of the home.

Kyle grabs both coats from the closet near the front door and drops a kiss on Johnny’s lips before leaving to start the truck. John catches him with a kiss and a whisper. Johnny offers both coat options to you and watches with a smile as you grab the coat that smells less strongly of him.

By unspoken agreement Kyle and Johnny let you learn about them through the conversations they have during the drive. It takes nearly an hour despite the roads being clear and dry. The tourists creeping their way up the mountain roads always slowed things down. Kyle dropped you and Johnny off to head further into town to pick up a bed frame and a mattress.

Johnny watches you as you drift from store to store. They lived close to a ski resort and had several stores that sold everything from socks to pants and coats. You picked soft clothes, muted colors, and several of the same socks and underwear. He only saw your face light up once. You were softly stroking a garishly bright shawl as you held it up to the mirror. When you saw Johnny lift his brows at you in said mirror you put it back and moved on. He made note of its position in the store before following you.

When Kyle came back Johnny filled the back seat with the various bags.

“‘bout time for lunch, any preference?” Kyle asks you.

You shake your head looking much warmer in real winter boots and a long coat. Johnny had insisted at the last store visited that you needed a hat and a scarf as well. Hands shoved into your pockets you are covered as Simon is on jobs, nose tucked against the cold.

It is decided that a new Thai spot would be the answer. Johnny pulls the keys from Kyle’s hand and a kiss.

“I’ll be right there,” he murmured against his cheek before turning and disappearing around a corner.

When he slides into the booth next to you the food is hot and ready on the table.

“Didn’t know what you would like so I got a platter for the table,” Kyle hands you a bundle, a napkin wrapped around a fork, and a spoon.

Conversation flows, Kyle and Johnny are careful to leave space for you to add your thoughts on matters like what they should have for dinner or if they should roast marshmallows in the fire tonight. You pick at your food and watch them watch you. When Johnny and Kyle have eaten their fill and boxed up the remaining food they settle the bill and you follow them into the grocery store next door to the restaurant.

Kyle, ever practical, heads up the pharmacy first. You and Johnny follow.

He tosses a box of condoms to Johnny who catches it with ease, even with his off-hand.

“Do we need any of these?”

This is cause for you to break your silence.

“You won’t need those for me.” You are cut off with a cough, fist to your face.

“These aren’t for you, but why wouldn’t you need them?” Johnny glances over at you, brow cocked.

Your hand has moved, cupping your throat as you cough into your other elbow. A light sweat has started across your face and the coughs are getting harsher. When wheezing starts and your body begins to crunch in on itself Johnny takes off for a different section of the pharmacy.

Hollering at the pharmacist behind the counter he points your direction, “I need an epipen!”

The pharmacist tosses it to him over the counter and low shelves between them as she darts for the door. Johnny doesn’t wait, racing back to you. He couldn’t hear much over the racing of his heart. They hadn’t even had a wife for six hours and she was dying on them!

Kyle has you laid out on the floor as you gasp for air. Sliding in next to you as if he were stealing a base Johnny removes the EpiPen from its travel case, uncaps and presses his thumb down to the top, and slams home the needle into your outer thigh.

He starts counting to thirty, the pharmacist appearing at his side before he reaches ten. By fifteen you are gulping down air as tears steak into your hair.

“There is a clinic two buildings down from here.” She glances over you as she dials something on her phone. Fingers reach for your neck as she takes your pulse.

Kyle gently takes the hand batting at the pharmacist, placing a light kiss on the knuckles. You are sobbing now, heaving breaths and tears streaming down your temples.

“Hi, this is Dr. Kumar, the pharmacist down the street. I have a beta woman incoming with her partners for an allergic reaction. We have administered an EpiPen on site but since I am not an MD I am sending her to you to confirm she is okay.” Dr. Kumar pointed to Kyle with two fingers, then to you, and hooked at thumb toward the front door.

“We gotcha bonnie, we will keep you safe.” He murmured the mindless words of comfort at you, unable to keep from attempting to soothe you as your fear punched into his nose. Interesting, that.

Johnny pulled the pen from your leg, needle already retracted, and passed it off to Dr. Kumar as he helped sit you up. Breaths are coming easier already, your skin is clammy and your eyes wild. You hold onto Johnny’s hand like the last life raft from the Titanic. Kyle shifts his hands under your thighs, standing to the gasps of several old women. Johnny caught sight of them fanning themselves as they pushed through the crowd that had formed.

Dr. Kumar, still on the phone, directed people out of the way with a sharp word and saw them off at the door, face worried. Johnny nodded to her once as he kept pace with Kyle. Thank the gods that John ensured they all stayed in top form.

Your words are getting clearer the closer they get to the clinic.

“Please don’t let them touch me. Don’t leave me alone. Please. Please. Please.”

“We won’t leave you alone,” Kyle shifted one arm to hold you, rubbing your back with the other. “Just need to make sure you’re okay.”

“I am going to call John, can you handle this until I get off the phone?” Johnny winces at the tight grip you have on his hand. “Lass, Kyle will kill anyone who tries to hurt you.”

They pause outside the clinic where Johnny works his fingers free of yours. The look of panic on your face will haunt him until he dies.

Kyle chokes slightly as you clamp down on his neck with your arms. The clinic staff opened the door for him, ushering him straight to the back room. Johnny dials John’s number from memory rather than searching for it. Cars drift past him as he waits He picks up on the third ring.

“How is it going with our new wife, Johnny?” He grunts as if moving something heavy.

“Poorly. We nearly lost her in the pharmacy.”

“Well did you find her?” John huffs, slightly out of breath.

“Na John, she had an allergic reaction to something from lunch. Had to stab her in the leg with an EpiPen. Kyle is in the clinic with her right now.” Johnny crushed a small ball of ice and snow beneath his boot on the sidewalk.

“The fuck happened Johnny?” The sounds from the phone tell him that Simon is now listening too.

“Don’t know John, had lunch at the new Thai restaurant, went to the pharmacy and she started to cough and then couldn’t breathe. Kyle got her to lie down and I got meds from the pharmacist. Kyle is in the clinic with her now. I’ve never seen someone so panicked to go to the doc,” Johnny shoves his other hand in a pocket, focusing on crushing another ball of ice.

“Hold on, I am calling Kate,” John warns. The line goes silent.

Johnny looks into the clinic, seeing nothing beyond the simple decor and the receptionist behind the tall counter.

“Kate, our new wife had an allergic reaction at lunch. Is there anything else she should know about her?” John questions with barely contained rage.

A sigh is the only response at first.

“I don’t know John. I haven’t found all of her records yet.”

“What the fuck do you mean you haven’t found her records yet Kate? Where did you find her?”

“John, all I have on her is from the two weeks before the FBI raided. There is a lot I can’t tell you but what I can say on this unsecured line is you should do some research on arachnids.”

She drops off the line with a click. Scowling at the distance Johnny bites back the urge to start yelling at Kate. More riddles and questions.

“Get her home, Simon and I will clear out the peanuts from the house,” John sighs into his ear.

“Why peanuts? It could have been anything in the meal.” Johnny watches as a group of skiers, colorful as tropical birds, walk across the street on the opposite side.

“Could have been, but a swipe of peanut butter on her hand when she gets back will confirm. It’s a really common allergy and we won’t have time to take her for an allergy test until after Simon’s rut.”

Johnny nods to himself and then verbalizes his agreement before ending the call. The receptionist leads him straight back when he steps through the door.

You sit on the bed, eyes wide and light gone from them, quietly singing Edelweiss. Kyle stands with arms folded and back stiff. His work face is on. Something had happened.

“You are more than you appear, wife,” Johnny took your hand as he settled into a chair conveniently next to the bed. You stay distant until halfway through the drive home.

A/N: I did not mean for it to go this way... I keep fighting with myself to let everyone live to the end of the story....

Broken Masterlist | Masterlist

[secretlysimpash]

Pt. 2 of this

Alpha Simon has been known to share with the sergeants, and his omega is no different. How can he deny the two rutting alphas in their time of need :(

!!!! MDNI !!!

warning(s): reader is female, typical A/B/O shit (knots, heats, ruts, mates, marks, slick, ect), oral (fem receiving), poly relationship, nipple play

So for four days, you stayed with Ghost in his room. Half of the time was spent with the two of you being bound together by his knot, and the other half was spent with him pampering you and showing you what a good alpha he can be for you. He made a nest for you, provided any and all food and drinks that you requested, ran your baths so he could bathe you, and gave you clothes to wear since yours were torn to ribbons that first day together. The clothes might be about four sizes too big for you, but that’s fine…At least they smell like him. Also during your time together, you learned some things about your impromptu mate.

One, his name is Ghost. Or more accurately, Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley. Though you’ve really taken to calling him “alpha”, which he has no problem with.  Two, everyone on 141 is an alpha. Most of the other groups they deal with are too, with some betas here and there. An omega in these parts is rare…An unmated omega who goes without blockers, suppressants, or the patches like you did before that fateful day is even more rare.  And three…Two of his teammates are going into a rut soon. It’ll be just as bad as his rut, he assumes.

“Poor bastards. No omegas to help ‘em out.” He muses as he strokes your head soothingly, letting you nurse a cup of chamomile he fixed for you. You’re surrounded by blankets and pillows, all that smell perfectly like him. Leather and the woods, the scent that you’ve grown accustomed to over such a short period of time, just barely a week of being his mate.

“Can’t they just…Take suppressants?” You ask, gazing up at Ghost. “That’s what most alphas I know do, anyway.”

“Mh, yeah, well…” Ghost just grunts for the rest of his response instead of using words, smoothing your hair down a bit as best as he can before kissing the crown of your head. He stands slowly, and when your eyes follow him curiously, his eyes crinkle in a smile.

“Just grabbing somethin’ for the nest, bird. I’ll be quick.” He reassures before slipping out of his quarters, leaving you there on the bed. 

For the next five minutes or so, you finish off the rest of the chamomile and adjust your position on the bed. The big, bad alpha has been knot-deep inside of you more times than you can count already, and your body is a bit sore from it. When the door opens again, you lift your head and smile as you see Ghost reenter. He’s carrying a thick, blue throw blanket that looks softer than any of the other blankets on the bed…And a big pillow covered in an army green pillowcase. 

You shift a bit on the bed as he gets closer, his scent encircling you along with two other distinct scents.

The source of those scents is made clear once he makes his way over. The blanket, which he drapes around you, smells strongly of a pine forest. Similar to Ghost’s woody scent, but no trace of leather like your mate. And the pillow that he hands you smells strongly of burning wood…It’s a rich scent that awakens something inside of you as you nuzzle your nose into it. 

“These…Don’t smell like you.” You point out, muffled by the pillow that you bury your face into. Ghost can’t help but laugh gruffly at the sight.

“Good observation, bird…” He muses, placing a hand on your back as he watches you closely. Lips curled up slightly into a half smile, he decides to ask, “Remember how I mentioned the sergeants earlier? My best mates?” 

. . .

It turns out that the piney scent belongs to an excitable alpha who prefers to be called Soap, and the warm, smokey scent belongs to a quieter alpha that goes by Gaz. You’re in the process of becoming acquainted with them since Ghost called the two rutting sergeants to his room. He asked if you’d be okay with giving his best mates a hand with their ruts. The answer came quick as slick formed between your legs, nose buried into Gaz’s pillow, and gripped the blanket perfumed in Soap’s scent tightly in your hands. 

Getting acquainted with the sergeants currently consists of Soap, the bulky Scot, settled right between your thighs. He was granted easy access to your drenched cunt, since the only thing you were wearing prior to them entering Ghost’s room was a jacket with “RILEY” in big letters across the back, which only reaches just above your knees. Soap’s tongue glides between your folds, swirling it around the bundle of nerves at the top as he very easily slipped two fingers into you.

“Fuckin’ hell, tastes like heaven…” He slurred against your clit before sucking harshly, eliciting a mewl of pleasure from you. There’s a rumble in his chest, half purr and half growl as he continues.

Meanwhile, Gaz is behind you, hands cupping your breasts. The jacket of your alpha was zipped all the way down, giving him access to your body. One hand pinches and tugs at one of your nipples, while the other just squeezes at your other breast. He’s inhaling your scent, the same way you were huffing his from his pillow not too long ago. 

“How’d you manage to bag us an omega…A bloody perfect omega at that, Ghost…?” He asked before shifting a bit behind you. Once the alpha moved out from behind you, he positioned himself so he could take one of your breasts into his mouth. Your poor, pre-heat brain can’t even register the fact that he said Ghost “bagged us an omega”.

You gasp out and squirm as he sucks on one soft mound, and squeezes the other. When he alternates, you feel Soap add a third finger. The sounds of sucking and the lewd squelch of your slick fill the room, punctuated by your moans and satisfied growls from the two alphas who are practically attached to your body.

The whole time, your mate is watching through lidded eyes. He’s not far, supervising the whole thing to make sure they don’t rough his mate up. He pipes up with the occasional “Not so rough, Garrick” or “Be gentle, Johnny. Gentler, she’s sensitive”. And whenever your eyes meet his, he gives you a reassuring look. You discussed right before they came in that he’d drag the both of them off of you at a moment’s notice. The binding mark on your scent gland feels as if it pulses, knowing that your alpha will look after you. 

The two alpha sergeants continue their ministrations, with Soap eating you like you’re his last meal and Gaz sucking, kissing, and nipping at your breasts. When you tumble over the edge of your climax, they switch positions…With the blue-eyed Scot turning for a moment as Gaz gets into position. The sight of your mate and the mohawked alpha making out and sharing the taste of your slick…It certainly does something to you. Something that Gaz takes notice of. 

“Clenching around nothing, love…” He coos, half to you and half to your soaked center, causing you to fluster and whine softly with need. “So pretty, can’t wait to get you on my knot…”So now you have a mate, two extra maybe-mates who are both in the beginnings of their ruts, and your own heat is right around the corner. You should really thank Laswell for this…Opportunity. An opportunity she tried to avoid from happening, but…Happy accidents, right?

[the-californicationist]

Cali's Kinktober: Day 06

Kinktober Masterlist coitus more ferarum - "fuck like animals" TF141 x f!reader Kinks > omegaverse, comeflation, hurt-comfort, fuck or die, medical discussions about dicks and puberty Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

An Omegaverse AU. You are a professional, one of the best. As a Guidance Omega, you are happy to lend your (well-paid) skills to any Alpha in need. However, when one of your regular clients asks you to help his friend through his very first rut, you wonder if there are some challenges that are beyond your expertise. 

You were no doctor, but that definitely did not look good. As you stood next to your long-time client, Captain John Price, the Apex Alpha of his pack, you studied his soldier’s condition. It was the man’s first rut, which was very odd indeed, but nothing about this situation was normal. Apparently, he’d been living as a Beta for years, thinking that he had just missed his parents’ genetic code. But, now that he had been exposed to some sort of Konni terrorist drug, his genes had mutated, awakening latent Alphic traits. 

“How old is he?” You asked. 

“Twenty-nine. Too bloody old to be going through a first rut,” Price sighed, crossing his arms over his wide chest, “Mine was painful when I was a lad, and my cock was half the size it was meant to be. To be stretched like this… We’re lookin’ to you, Omega. You ever seen anythin’ like it?”

You shook your head. You hadn’t ever seen this before. When Alphas went through their first puberty as younglings, their genitals swelled, growing three or four times their size, breaking the thin skin they had since their birth and replacing their reproductive system with functioning Alpha hormones and fully equipped physical traits. As they matured further, their genitals would still grow and change with them, but not nearly as much as the first time. The initial switch in puberty could be traumatizing for younglings that went through it in later years rather than earlier. 

“No,” you sighed with him, “If he were younger, we could obviously opt for the surgery, but this is his mature skin. It’s not the membrane. All those years as a Beta, and now for him to be going through this… The pain must be unbearable. Perhaps��� no, no. I don’t think that’s possible.”

“What?” Johnny’s Alpha, Simon Riley, interrupted your thought, insisting, “Tell us. We’ll do anything. We need him to survive this.”

Any other time, you would say that this was a gross overreaction, but in this case, their new Alpha friend may lose his life if he failed to make the change. If his skin cut and bled, if his hormones failed to take over in his Alphic glands, he might not live to even have a rut at all. 

“And you’ve tried the warm baths? The ones with the numbing oil I sent you?” You clarified, wondering how he was responding to other treatments.

“Every four hours. They help him get through a few hours of sleep at night, but it’s not sustainable. He can’t even wear clothes for fuck’s sake,” Gaz, an old friend of yours who had known you before your work as a Guardian Omega, spoke up. He was curt, obviously stressed about his friend. 

You walked over to Johnny’s bedside and held his hand, 

“Hey, Johnny. I’m the Guardian Omega John told you about. I’m here to help you, okay?”

He writhed, sweat beading over his brow, and he glowered down at his naked body, fiercely glaring at his red, swollen prick,

“Serves me right for all the bloody wishin’ I did as a laddie for havin’ a bigger knob, aye?”

The fact that he managed a slight smile and a wry joke, even if it was said through clenched teeth, immediately won you over. This man was exactly your type; brave, funny, and built like a beast. You didn’t know if you could help him, but you wanted to try. 

“Johnny, we have to let your dick stretch to its true size. If it stays trapped behind your foreskin and the outer epidermis of your sheath, you could have internal bleeding, or worse.”

“I didnae ken the word epidermis could turn me on, bonnie, but the way you say it… proves me wrong.”

His soft blue eyes finally met yours, and you could tell he was just putting on a courageous face. He knew he was in trouble, and he was probably in more pain than you previously suspected. 

“What was your idea?” Simon pressed, coming to stand next to Johnny’s bedside, staring at you with some urgency. 

You looked down at Johnny, rubbing the back of his hand with your fingers, feeling the ridges of his knuckles,

“I could keep you in me. We could… soak the skin in the Omegan oils. It would be…” 

You stopped talking. It was ridiculous. And based on the look on all of the men’s faces, they couldn’t believe you were even suggesting it.

“You cannae do it, lass. It’d throw you into a wee heat, and I’m in no state to help you. Ah! Shite,” Johnny gasped, wincing in pain as his cock throbbed, obviously eager to be a part of a heat, hypothetical or not. 

“I’ll stay, love. You’re gonna need some help gettin’ yourself to that state and keepin’ it that way,” Price volunteered. 

“I can’t ask you to do that, John. You’d be in just as much pain as Johnny by the end of the heat.”

“Aye, but I’d be alive, and if it works, so would he.”

John was stubborn. But, he was right. If you were going to try to soak Johnny’s aching cock in you for hours, you needed to prepare. Gaz could see the gears turning in your head,

“You’re gonna need us in shifts, and you know it. This is gonna take a fuckin’ village.”

And so it did. You had John bring in supplies – food, hydration, lube, and every comfort item you could imagine needing – and you got to work. The first step was getting Johnny settled inside of you so that you could allow his skin to soften in the oils from your glands. But, you couldn’t produce those on your own. You needed to be worked up to it by an Alpha, preferably one who knew how to get your body to come hard and quick. Wash, rinse, and repeat. 

You wouldn’t be able to get any pleasure from Johnny’s straining cock while he was inside of you. Thrusting would be beyond painful for him, and it would be dangerous to his system. You would need to cockwarm him, and John and his men would need to make you come without fucking you. The only problem was, if you were made to stay in that deep, orgasmic state for long enough, your body would toss you into a heat, and that’s when the real fun would begin. 

In your heat, you would expose all of the Alphas in the room to your pheromones. They would rut, and they wouldn’t be able to rut into your cunt with it occupied, as it were. They had to endure the cycle without your soothing oils, sacrificing their own comfort so that you could help Johnny’s foreskin and swollen tissue endure the change. 

You thought it might work. It was the best idea you had, but the problem was staring you right in the face: Alphas in a rut physically needed to fuck for it to stop. If – and it was a big if – your plan worked for Soap and you could coax his prick to form a knot, you would then need to service the other three. They might fight each other to be first in line, they might hurt you. It was so risky, but it was a risk you were all willing to take in order for Johnny to get better. 

“Johnny,” you woke him from the nap he was taking while you were all gathering supplies, “We’re ready.”

“Mm,” he groaned, his eyes wrenched shut from the pain, “Alright, bonnie. I’m ready for you.”

“This will be the worst of it, I think. And,” you made sure he was looking into your face, “It will be very, very painful.”

He nodded,

“I ken it, lass. Dinnae fash yourself. Needs doin’, and I know you… Angh! Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing your hand tighter when a pang struck him, “You’ll be there for me.” 

“I will, Johnny. I won’t leave you. This is gonna work,” you leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, trying to be respectful of Simon’s claim, even if it was now – at least hormonally – invalid.

You stood on the bed, straddling his hips, and Simon and Gaz were there to help lower you into position. You wanted to be able to settle your hole on him as carefully as possible. No sudden movements. 

You poured copious amounts of lube down his shaft and used your fingers to spread it around the outside and inside of your entrance. You wanted him to feel as little resistance as possible. This was about comfort, not pleasure. 

“Alright, slow as you can,” you instructed, letting the two giants by your side lower you down into position. 

The moment your skin made contact with Johnny’s ruddy cockhead, he screamed out in agony,

“Creepin’ Jesus! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

“Hold him, John!” You called out to their captain for help. If Johnny jerked forward, he could rip his flesh and cause permanent damage. 

Price’s huge hands pinned his friend to the bed, and you could see tears streaming down Johnny’s cheeks. You wished you could take his pain away, but stopping now meant giving up on him, and you weren’t going to let it come to that. 

Another inch and you had half of his pulsing head inside of you. It was smooth and easy for you to take with all the lube, but if you hadn’t prepped yourself, Johnny’s giant phallus would be a challenge. If he lived, he would be quite a formidable Alpha. You couldn’t let him down. 

“A little further, Gaz,” you said in a low voice, not wanting to scare Johnny of more pain. 

Another inch and the crown popped into you, sealing itself within your warm, wet body. 

Johnny cried out, shouting for mercy, begging for them to just let him die. 

“You can’t fuckin’ die, Johnny,” Simon said, trying to comfort his mate, “C’mon, love. You can do this.”

“Si… please, I cannae…” Soap looked up at him, pleading. 

You dropped a little more, and each time you did, you felt your heart clench at Johnny’s groans of anguish, ready for it to end even though you had just begun. 

Finally, after more than thirty minutes of this terrible limbo, you reached his base and you settled your weight on his body, staying as still as possible to minimize his discomfort. 

“Fuck, bonnie. I cannae do it. I’m sorry, I’m… It hurts,” Johnny was sobbing, and Simon rushed to his side.

Price finally let him free, and he laid there beneath you, throbbing inside of you, aching in your warmth. 

“John,” you whispered, getting Price’s attention, “We should hurry.”

The captain took one last look at Soap and then came over to your side. He stripped off his clothes and tugged on his already-hard cock, drooling for you despite the drama. Your pheromones were strong even without a rut; it was why you had been so successful at your job. You just hoped it would be enough. 

Price sat on the bed next to where you were straddling Johnny’s cock, and he began to kiss you, making sure to take care not to move you too much, but still taking charge of your pleasure nonetheless. You felt his hand begin to rub your lubed folds, prepping your body for your first of many orgasms. 

“Mngh,” you gasped, “Your hands are always so damn good.”

“Love touchin’ you, sweetheart. Gonna make you come for me,” John purred. 

And he was right. It didn’t take much effort from him, and you were at the precipice of your first descent into the dark abyss of bliss, trying to come without accidentally humping forward, controlling your breathing, focusing on your core. 

“Motherfuck–” You let out a deep guttural groan, your belly twisting in on itself and punishing you for staying so still. 

“Good girl,” Price murmured, picking up the pace to chase another one down. 

Two, three, four more, and you were sobbing with pleasure. You couldn’t stop yourself from pulsing around Johnny, but he was trying to be brave. He hadn’t complained once during this part of the process, and as you felt your body produce its slick from high up in your cunt, you hoped his flesh would yield and allow his cock to grow. You weren’t sure exactly where your body was going to fit more of him, but that was a problem for later.

“There it is,” you told Price in a slurred voice.

“Your slick? Aye, I smell you, love. Smells like heaven.”

“Keep going,” Simon said over his shoulder, “Please.”

You nodded down at him, holding onto Price for stability, trying your best to stay in this submissive state without any overt movement. It was not easy. All you wanted to do was hump the life out of Johnny’s fat cock and make him drop his load inside of you, but you knew, logically, that couldn’t happen. So, you stayed as still as you could, holding your hips in place, trying to be as stationary as possible for him. 

The afternoon turned into evening and then into night, and Price had switched out with Gaz who was now buzzing your high-powered vibrator on you with a dark look in his eyes. 

“Babes, I think we have to stop.”

“No,” you gasped, sweat pouring off of your brow, “It’s working. I can feel him growing inside of me. It’ll work.”

“That’s not what I mean. You’re droppin’ into heat. Look at you, you’re burnin’ up.”

You knew he was right, and you also knew it was way too soon. If you fell into your heat now, the whole process would be even harder. The three Alphas who were helping you would have their own needs, soon. And you would be the only one able to solve their rut. 

Price was already not faring so well. He’d needed to step into the other room to cool off, and you could see his knot hanging heavy above his balls. He was producing so much of his own slick and come, and your body was feeding off of that knowledge. 

“Look, Kyle,” you nodded down at Soap, “He’s asleep, deeply, and he finally has some relief. This is working, and we can’t stop now.”

“Come again, then. Come for me right now,” Gaz used his voice to command you, and you were so weak to his Alpha's power that you did. He had forced you to come just then, and you had to clutch him around the neck to stop from sliding back and forth over Soap’s growing cock. 

“See?” Gaz glared at you, “You’re in the early stages now. Your fever isn’t the only bloody clue.”

He grabbed your hair at the nape of your neck and made you look down at his cock. It was huge, and the tip gleamed with an iridescent bead of his Alphic slick. That wasn’t his normal precome. It was a rut, and you were staring at the first drop of his breeding fluids, ready to be painted inside of you to eas the way for his seed to take root. 

“Yeah,” Simon sighed, showing you his rainbow-covered palm, “I’ve had it for a while, now. I was just hopin’ Johnny’d be better and we could stop the rut from setting in.”

“Johnny’s knot is just starting to form. If we stop, he’ll have to go through the rest without the oils, and he… mngh…” The vibrator teased your clit, making you feel another orgasm coming on. It was painful for you to come, but you could handle it. Overstimulation was not life-threatening. You gritted your teeth and continued, “He can’t do it alone.”

“Then, come again,” Gaz swiped a wet thumb across your tight asshole, pressing the vibrator even stronger to your body, making you tumble and struggle with another orgasm, “The faster he knots you, the sooner I can have this pretty fuckin’ cunt.”

“Sergeant,” Price snapped at Gaz, forcing his attention away from you, his voice full of a different kind of hunger. 

Gaz blinked, the dark look in his eyes giving way to his usual sweetness, and he started to apologize to you,

“Fuck, I’m sorry, babes. Just got a little carried away. You smell so fuckin’ intense in your heats. Your scent…”

“It’s okay, Kyle,” you kissed him on the mouth, “It’s not your fault. Just take a break. I can handle John.”

Gaz kissed you back and retreated, clothing himself and ducking outside on the patio for a smoke. As John came to your side, he helped you onto some pillows, placing them under your knees. 

Just when you were settling in again, trying to stay as comfortable as you could, you both heard Soap wake up with a start. Simon was making some tea, but he was right back at Johnny’s side. 

“Johnny, careful,” he helped him readjust, waiting for the cries of pain to begin again. 

But, the screams didn’t come. Sure, he didn’t look like he was having a particularly good time, but he was not crying out in agony. He seemed more surprised that you were,

“Oh, shite. Bonnie, that feels… better. Feels like I can breathe again. Fuck. The base though. It’s so fuckin’ swollen.”

“Your knot,” you panted, “Your knot finally has room to form. I can feel it stretching me.”

Price moved his hand to the edge of your puffy, aching lips, feeling around the place where your body met Johnny’s, checking to see how far he had knotted you. 

“Tha’s our good girl,” he smiled up at you, “Been givin’ him your come, love?”

You nodded, resting your head on Price’s neck, exhausted, but trying to push onward. Soap still needed your strength. 

“Let’s give him a little more, yeah?” The captain’s hand moved to your arse, dipping his finger into your tight hole, even tighter now that it was fighting Johnny’s raging erection for space. 

“Holy fuck,” Price moaned, “He’s got you so fuckin’ full.”

Between Soap’s spread legs, Price laid down on his belly on the bed and began to kiss and bite the meat of your ass, his warm, wet tongue heading straight for your hole. 

He began to lick the outside of your rim, lapping at you in big, long licks. His huge hands were holding your cheeks apart, squeezing their plumpness in his fingers indulgently. When the tip of his pink, writhing muscle reached just beyond the inside of your hole, you cried out, gasping from the sensation. John began to fuck you with his mouth, and you felt your whole body come alive with sparkling need. 

“Mngh! John, please!” You shuddered, your knees trembling on the pillows. 

John hummed, talking to you between decadent licks,

“You smell so bloody good, Omega. You’ve got me fuckin’ dripping down my cock. My knot is already so full for you. Ready for you.”

“Ngh! You’re comin’ on me, lass. I can feel you, and it actually feels bloody brilliant,” Johnny commented, moaning through gritted teeth. 

The man in your pussy was still so sensitive; it was hard for him to focus. But, Soap was growing. His knot was filling with his blood, hardening within you. You could feel it. He was becoming a true Alpha. 

“Are you okay, Johnny? Does it hurt?” You asked him, watching as Simon rubbed his hands all over his chest and belly, trying to sooth him. 

“In the best way, hen. It’s workin’. I know it is.”

Price’s mouth, and the relief you felt at Johnny’s progress, worked together in your nerves and allowed your muscles to relax. You melted into an orgasm over him, pouring your Omegan oils all over his skin. In that same moment, as your come surrounded Johnny’s immense knot, you felt it slip just that much further into you and plug your hole with its girth. He’d done it; he had knotted you without injury. 

“Unhgh! Fuck! Fuck, bonnie, that feels… oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

You screamed in a wild shout, coming even harder now that you felt Johnny’s thick cream burst inside of your belly, hot and sticky and trapped within you. It made you feel so full of him, his knot and his come leaving little room for anything else. You dared to roll your hips on him, helping drain him dry, pulling more and more come from his heavy balls and letting it churn inside of you, swirling around his cock within your walls. 

Price came back up for air, and after you caught your breath, he helped Johnny slip himself out. His cock was red and bruised from his ordeal, but it was the prick of an Alpha. He’d lived through the change. 

Just when you were going to lean forward and congratulate him, Price’s hands clenched around your shoulders and yanked you from the bed. 

“John! Wait, it’s –”

“It’s my turn, love. You’re in a fuckin’ heat for me, and I’m ready for you,” his face turned dark and serious, just like Gaz had done, and there was no man in the room capable of saving you from John Price. 

“Just let me have a moment. I’m so sore, John. If you can wait for–nghah!!”

He threw you down on your hands and knees and thrust himself inside of you, his large shape too much for your body to ignore. You felt the glide of his slick, and you knew he needed to rut inside of you. He’d mate with you, and it would take, even through your pharmaceutical-grade blockers. He was an Apex Alpha, and there were no drugs on the planet to keep him from completing his birthright. You were about to be bred. 

“Waited long enough, pretty girl. Johnny’s got you so warm and soft. Shouldn’t be long before you’re taking my knot, too,” he growled in your ear, laying over your body as he tried to squeeze every last inch of his shaft inside your hole. 

You could feel his knot swelling at his root like a giant’s fist, bigger than you had ever felt it. But, you’d never serviced him during a heat. It wasn’t done. Guardian Omegas were there to help with ruts; they handled their heats on their own. But, goddamn it was nice to have a real cock for it this time. You’d been single for a long time, and you’d forgotten just how luxurious your body made it feel when you did the right thing and fed a true Alpha right inside your core. 

His thrusts were lewd and cruel. John banged himself into you, a hammer and its tack, dragging you under him and covering you with his hulking body. He was trying to knot you already, but you weren’t prepared to take him. Your whole body felt like it would burn up if you let it, and your skin flushed hot with need. 

“John… I can’t. You’re too much for me. I’m not… Oh, God, fuck!”

Price didn’t listen to your pleas for mercy. Or, he couldn’t. When you looked at him over your shoulder, you saw his eyes, unfocused and half-closed, glancing down every few thrusts to stare at his cock as it whet itself inside of your pussy. He was gone. 

He shoved himself forward, planting his hand in the middle of your back like a hawk with its talons, clutching at his soft prey as he devoured it. His knot pressed, and then retreated, only to press again, determined to get stuck inside your cunt so that his come could fill your womb. 

One more hard thrust, and he was in. 

You wailed out in high pleasure, and you felt your body begin to shudder and tremble from the mind-breaking lust of taking his enormous knot. It was so heavy inside of you that you felt like you were being pushed down by it. When you tried to lift your hips to roll them against him, you couldn’t move. He was too big. 

“Tha’s it, love. Tha’s it. This cunt belongs to me.”

John began to come, grunting and growling out nasty words to you as he spilled his seed inside of you. You felt it pool within you, mixing with Johnny’s, overwhelming it and soaking into your womb. He just kept filling you and filling you; you thought it would never stop. In fact, your belly began to feel tight against the floor, swollen with his milky white come. 

But, your legs were dry. He had knotted you so tightly that nothing escaped. When his hips tried to hump you, reflexes from his sex-fueled brain, he dragged you back across the floor with his dick, strong enough to yank your whole body back and forth with his knot. You felt like a ragdoll, tossed about, stuffed and cock-drunk.     

When he finally did pull out of you, you felt the gush of fluids burst out of your hole and cover the floor. It was a sickening, oozing sort of feeling, and you had to catch your breath from the way your belly clenched and spasmed from the stress.

Just when you thought your ordeal was over, you felt another set of hands take their place on your ass cheeks, holding you down again. 

You looked over your shoulder, and you realized that Gaz had come back inside, ready for his turn with you. 

You started to protest, but John’s callused hand grabbed your face, lifting you up and setting your mouth on his cock, breathing hard and groaning,

“Good little Omega. Be sweet for Garrick, love. You’ll have me again soon. Quite the fuckin’ rut you started. Had no idea this pussy could be so nice. Might have to send you into heat more often.”

idek what the hell this is. someone put me out to pasture holy hell what is wrong with me

[teletubbyinlipstick]

Kiss Me More, Please.

     Artemis. R.

Guys, idk what to say lmao, I've been obsessed with these men mostly thanks to @angel-eyes-and-devil-hearts , the ultimate legend. This one's for the hoes fr

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  It was a balmy Sunday, grey clouds hanging low, creating a dense fog. You had just been transferred from the states to an elite task force in Europe. Delightful. At 24, you had made a name for yourself as a sniper, over 20 kills with 6 badges of honor to show for it it was no wonder you eventually got sent to higher rankings. 

You just didn't realize those rankings would be in a pack with 2 alphas and 2 betas. As an omega, it puts you on edge a bit to share such intimate spaces with alphas. But, being completely honest with yourself, you can't deny they smell heavenly. John Price, the pack alpha, had a woodsy pine, undertones of cigar, and mint made a head spinning concoction, and you embarrassingly whined high in your throat when scenting him for the first time. 

The other alpha, Simon Riley, was a bit…harder to gauge a reaction. He was never mean, if a bit standoffish, at the dining hall he always made your tray and carried it for you. He held doors open, a protective hand on your back when guiding you places. He smells of cedar and eucalyptus, a faint patchouli pulling through.

God, why did these alphas smell so fucking addicting. 

Kyle Garrick was a sweet beta, with kind eyes, strong wide shoulders, and, in your professional opinion, one of the finest asses known to man. He was so sweet and open, he helped you put up tapestries in your room (with explicit permission as invading an omegas den could end badly) , always gave you extra snacks during training, Kyle was a true man through and through. He smelled of vetiver and amber noir. When you shoved your nose into his neck to get more, you picked up a tang…citrus.

 It wasn't your fault you usually ended up having to change your panties after hanging with him. 

Johnny MacTavish was the last one you met, a strong level-headed beta with a feisty sense of humor and a very good shoulder to cry on. He might've been the last to meet you but certainly the one you bonded to the quickest. He liked to sling you over his shoulder and take off through the training post your delighted giggles chiming through the wind. He was your go-to movie cuddle buddy, and he always had an open space on his lap for you. He smelled so fucking divine bonsai, cloves and an allspice lavender, anytime youre within his vicinity it usually ends with you in his lap, drunk of his scent and purring loudly. The smell of lilies, cinnamon, and chamomile wafted from you; it was soothing and the answering rumble from the betas chest had your omega preening.  

It's hard not to crush on him. 

It's been almost 2 and a half months since you arrived. Tf141 made it very clear their intentions on you by week 3, declaring they wanted you as their pack omega. They wanted to spoil you, protect you, and provide for you. The sudden declaration was sprang up by Johnny over a random breakfast at the table. You had gazed wide-eyed at all of them, almost like a deer in headlights. 

“I...um…I need to think about it…” Truthfully, you really didn't. You knew you wanted them. All of them. It was nerve-wracking you were younger, a bit more inexperienced in life and romance. What if they ended up hating you? Or being annoyed at your unknowing? What if you gave them your heart so beautifully beating, and they gave it right back, stabbed through with 4 shiny knives. 

You're unsure if you could live with that. 

So going on week 6 of being on task force, week 3 of confession, you have yet to give them an answer. It was crude of you, you knew it. But it was hard to form the words, hard to speak when your heart swelled to your throat and lodged itself there. Leaving you breathless and fumbling; spewing out nonsense in hopes of adoration. 

Right now was one of those moments you were sitting across from Price, fiddling with your fingers as you both gazed at each other in silence. You knew why you were called in here. You knew they wanted-deserved- an answer. 

"Come here, y/n." Your breath hitched, oh god, his voice. Deep, barretoned words woven with an authoritative spike. You felt too hot, too seen under his intense gaze. Swallowing the lump forming, you gathered what small ounces of courage you could. Straightening your spine under the alpha's eyes. 

  "No." It came out more steady than you expected, and if the raised eyebrow of John was anything to go by, he wasn't expecting the answer. It emboldened you, made you feel taller, bigger than the man in front of you almost. 

  "No?" 

  "No. You come to me…please” And oh boy, did he take it as the invitation it was, eyes twinkling in amusement, something darker brewing in them. He pushed himself up from the chair, walking round the desk to stand directly in front of you. Your head tilted back to stare up at him, mouth parted as the courage left you in a swoop. 

John's hand grazed across your jaw, thumb trailing down your throat before cupping your cheek. It was nerve-wracking, being in the presence of a God with nothing but mortal thoughts to shield you. 

  "The last time I was told no, I tore the man's throat out where he stood." A gasp left you, tensing just slightly under his palm. Was it a threat? Was it even true?? Maybe you read the room wrong. Maybe he was sizing you up. It's not like you had to wonder long. He tutted, pulling you from your thoughts as his other hand swept stray hair from your face. 

  "I find you enrapturing, Y/N we all do. You have bewitched us. And I would let you say anything to me. Anything. And now I'm asking you to please say how you feel. You know we want you, we see you as our omega. But we want you to want us. Do you?” You didn't know what to say, speechless in the hands of a prophet. The way he spoke was hypnotizing, and you leaned into his touch, hands grazing up his muscular chest until you cupped his jaw on both sides. Tugging him down, and my my my did he bend to your whims. Noses bumped together, breaths mingling, and you looked into his eyes. 

  "I-I…want you guys too. I want to be the pack omega” A stuttered breath in from the alpha in front of you had that flame of courage coming back full force. You gripped him harder, tilting your child up.

“Kiss me, please." A huff of air, and he was on you, kissing you so sensually, so sweetly you wondered if you would drown in its bliss. It was as cliche as every romance book ever said, wanton and needy with touch of his lips on yours. And God wasn't it unfair? To have euphoria in human form, holding you, kissing you like you hung the stars. 

And when he finally pulled back, both of you panting, foreheads pressing against each other. You only had one thought. 

  "Kiss me more, please." 

[screamingforests]

This is a shoot off of the amazing @beloveds-embrace designationless!reader au! All credit for this A/B/O AU goes to her and go give her support!!!

Based on this specific scenario

Cw: Heavy angst, medical torture, inaccurate medical things, very little comfort

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Maybe it was the way no one noticed you when you walked into the room that made you think you were normal. Maybe it was the way people around you edged away, put off by your lack of scent. The way everyone looked at you with pity.

You didn't want that. Your entire life you had just wanted to fit in. You wanted to be someone that someone else loved.

Maybe it was your family that was the root of the problem, the ones who separated you from your siblings who were all normal. The family that never let you into their mest, claiming your lack of scent, would destroy the atmosphere. That family ignored you, never responding to you. The ones who left to grasping for a relationship, only to realize you would never have one because you were less.

"I've noticed the way people edge away from me, the way they stare! I'm not normal, and this is my chance!" Desperation edged in your voice. "I just- it would be easier this way!"

Johnny chewed on his lip, "easier for who? We all accept you for you, lad."

"This procedure, it's downright inhumane," Simon adds, his brows furrowed as he looked at you, as if truly seeing /you/ for the first time. The scared child you were, wanting to be normal. "It changes you on a base level - I could kill you, dove. It's barely even out of its testing phase."

You sighed. Weren't you allowed to be selfish for once, to want?

"I know," Your voice is quiet but resolute, mind stuck in its decision. "But I want it."

John looks at you. Kyle looks between you and John, eyes full of nervousness. His arms were crossed, looking down his nose at you.

It reminds you so much of the look your dad would give you, the few times he was forced to interact with you.

"No - I won't allow you to get this procedure," John's voice almost rings in your ears. Out of all of them, you thought he might be able to understand.

Of course you were wrong.

You pull away from them, eyes burning. Your mind was made up, it had been since the moment the idea was out into you.

The pack just looks at you with sad eyes, as if understanding the pain you have lived with. As if they could ever understand the feeling of looking into a world, living in it for short amounts of time, but never really belonging.

~

It's weeks later, but you finally have your appointment. You hadn't told anyone about it, you didn't want them to worry.

It had to be fine, right?

~

It hurt, so bad. Pain sang throughout your body, needles sticking out of your skin, and probes stuck with adhesive. You screamed in pain but no one was coming.

You had checked in alone, even told the nurses you didn't want visitors.

No one soothed the pain like Simon did, no one cooed comforts into your ear like Kyle. John and Johnny weren't there to ground you. You were alone, packless.

And only had yourself to blame.

~

It started out small, the loss of sense in your fingers and toes. The doctors assured you it would come back, even if their voice was condescending. Like talking to a child.

(Simon and Kyle would've tag teamed together to massage feeling back into them - They had once, when you feel through ice on a frozen lake.)

You were constantly tired now, something you chalked up to the amount of tests you had been put through the few days you were checked in.

(John would always purr to help you sleep, a commodity you missed. You wished he was here.)

The hunger was easily explained, the staff did forget to bring you food but you didn't want to bother them. They probably forgot because you still had no scent and were easily overlooked. You didn't blame them.

(Johmny would've never forgot, he was always making sure your plate was piled high.)

~

Everything was blurry now, your sight starting to go. Another temporary side effect someone assured you. You couldn't remember whose voice it was.

But it didn't matter, a scent was starting to form. You were going to be normal soon. And even if your body was in constant flight or fight, you were going to fit in.

The way the doctors were seemingly cruel didn't matter. The way the nurses purposefully took more blood to keep you dizzy and compliant was suddenly okay.

You didn't need to know the more your pack pleaded to be with you, the crueler they were. You didn't need to know it was an enemy in disguise, slowly killing you to get back at your pack. The "scent" was just a chemical by-product of your body reacting to all the medications it was being put through.

It would stay, of-course, you might even present with a second gender if it went on long enough.

You didn't need to know so they didn't tell you.

~

Time was getting hard to keep track of. Your sight was nearly gone, and your wounds were slow to heal. Every day was pain. You started to forget why you checked in.

~

It was harder to move now. Your limbs refused to respond to your commands. They were heavy and your mind was too clouded to question it.

Your scent was turning sickly and almost sweet. As if prepping itself for a reactionary heat.

~

The next time you came to, you didn't know what was happening. You could hear shouting and a monotone sound. You felt like you were floating.

That should worry you, you think.

Eletricity rakes your body suddenly, and you're grounded again. Sightless and unable to move. Pain wracking every thought that appears.

You lose yourself to the inky darkness again. Unable to place the fact that you could smell other's scents now.

~

More shouting. These voices were more familiar. It almost sounded like your pack but that couldn't be right, could it?

Hadn't they left you? Or had you left them? You couldn't remember, your mind too slow. You wanted to know, though.

You're able to force a small whine to leave your throat, the first sound besides screaming you had made in what felt like months. There's loud footsteps as someone rushes to your side.

"It's okay, it's okay, we've got you, lad," a familiar voice says. He smells like the ocean and the smoke that comes after an explosion. You like it, it wraps around you like a blanket. "...christ- look at 'em- what've they done to them?"

"We'll figure it out later, for now, its time to go," Another voice says, roughened by what you can assume is years of smoking. He smells like high-quality cigars and soft cedar wood, like the ones surrounding your house when you grew up. "Guns up, we go out blazing."

A new person picks you up, your body immediately curling into him. He smells like petricor and bourbon, tinged with cigarette smoke. He doesn't say another but you decide you like both of the new scents.

A hand smoothes your hair. The last person, he smells like ozone and the forest. You can't describe it, but his voice is low and soothing when he says, "we'll get you home sweets."

And that's the last thing you know before you lose yourself again. Comforted by people you can't remember but you were obviously important to them.

~

It takes months to heal in a normal hospital. Your sight still hasn't fully returned, but glasses help.

So does your pack. While the procedure somewhat worked, your scent came and went. You were more normal than before and even if everything hurt now and you had to do physical therapy, you felt like you belonged.

When you were first admitted, your body had gone through a heat. It presented as an omega, but that was the only instance of it. The staff had you on regular blockers now until your new hormones stabled out. It felt okay, for now.

That didn't change the hurt and all you went through, but it would be okay.

Especially when you were curled up in a temporary nest with your pack in the hospital.

~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: HELLO PEOPLE! I wrote this on my phone in under an hour so I hope everyone enjoys <3

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Something something alpha!reader arriving to a coffee shop in a suit and tie to meet omega!141 because they care about making a good first impression

[moody-alcoholic]

These Violent Delights

Chapter 24 - Desire

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 9k words. Omega can't catch a break, too much sex going on, hormones must be through the roof.

CW: +18 content MDNI. a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (heats, knotting), sex, threesome (MMF), mastabation, use of sex toys, double penetration, medical procedures, medical inaccuracies, mentions of past SA, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, angst, omega being a bad girl (in a non-sexual way), self harm, blood.

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Hale watches as the broken earth is scooped up off the ground and placed into the back of a truck.

“Are you sure this is worth it?” Graves asks coming up to stand next to him. 

“This is where she lived most of her life. When I get her back I want her to be somewhere she knows.” Hale says. Graves hums, this will take a while to fix, the whole place has collapsed in on itself. It would have been easier to rebuild his mansion in Seattle. Anything would be easier than this. There are pipes pumping water out, as soon as the top dirt has been removed then they can better assess the damage.

“You’ll be drawing attention to yourself doing this.” Graves says, crossing his arms.

“Good job I pay someone to keep on top of that.” Hale says. Graves hums again. 

“What are you thinking about?” Hale askes. 

“We found 141.” Graves says. Hale chuckles reaching into his jacket pocket. 

“Where?” Hale asks. 

“South West of England, there’s a big military base there.”

“Should it be easy for you to get in then.” Hale says

“Maybe, but getting in isn't the hard part, it's getting the omega out.”  

“You’re super soldiers now. The sky’s the limit.” Hale says handing him the cigar. 

“I don’t like cigars.” Graves says. 

“No. But Captain Price does.” 

The next morning you wake in Simon’s bed. You don’t remember climbing into his bed. You remember falling asleep on his lap again in the evening but that's it. His bed smells of Johnny too, there is always a hit of Johnny on Simon.  

When you leave you bump into Kyle in the bathroom, he's shirtless with a towel thrown over his shoulder. He turns when he sees you, razor in his hand. You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asks one of his hands resting on yours. 

“I’m hungry.” You say. You’ve not eaten much in the last few days, it’s been over a week since you’ve had a proper meal.

“Is there anything you want?” He asks, looking at you through the mirror. 

“Mac and cheese.” You say, he smiles. He turns to face you, wrapping his arms around you. His eyes go over to Simon’s mark.

“Did it hurt?” He asks.

“I don’t remember.” You say. It’s only half true, you remember being aware after it happened you don’t remember it hurting. He sighs his thumb coming up to brush your cheek. 

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. We were worried for a while.” He says, his other hand coming to tuck hair behind your ear. 

“I’m okay. I’m always okay, I have you guys.” You say smiling. He hums leaning down to kiss you, his lips are always so soft, his tongue slow as it presses against yours.

“Mac and cheese, I can do that.” He says breaking from the kiss.

You stay with Kyle for the morning, he cooks you eggs and toast. The building is large but it always seems to feel so empty. While you’re halfway through breakfast Piper walks into the dining room. She goes over to the coffee machine pouring herself a cup.

“How are you feeling today?” She asks. 

“I’m good.” You say inhaling the eggs and toast Kyle made for you. 

“If you’re ready I could use you in the lab?” She asks. You nod pulling over a second plate of toast, she reaches over to take a slice off your plate and you almost growl at her. 

“Easy.” She says, chuckling. “Are you due your period soon?” You frown counting in your head. 

“Maybe,” you sigh. Suddenly you’re not hungry. Kyle's hand comes to rub your leg under the table. 

“Well, if you’re feeling up to it come see us okay?” She says as she heads to walk out the dining room. 

“Think your period might be soon?” Kyle asks, spooning more eggs into his mouth. You shrug trying to count in your head. It always feels like such an inconvenience like the world stops for a few days. With the heat exhaustion you never thought you would get sick of lying around in bed.  

“I want to do something. Like go out for a walk or help with your training or something. I think I'm starting to get a bit sick of this place.” You pick up another slice of toast. 

“I’ll talk to John, I’m sure we can find something to do.” He chuckles. “You should go help Piper and Fleur then by the time you’re done we’ll have something planned.” 

You smile at him and finish your slice of toast.

…

This feels familiar, being back in a lab. In a good way and a bad way. At least it's a new place, it's always the same though, the same uncomfortable exam table, the same white walls and smell of antiseptic. Even the routine is the same, Piper doing a physical exam pressing things all over you. The difference is there’s Fleur here now too, observing, helping.

She’s nice, she reminds you of Johnny, energetic and talkative. She always has questions and a smile on her face. She knows what she’s doing, she has a gentle touch, and her hands are nice and warm.  

“So how exactly does bonding feel?” Fleur asks after Piper has finished taking your blood pressure.

“It doesn’t feel like anything.” You look up at Piper, you have no idea how to describe it. “Bonds are important, especially for a pack. It’s an omega’s job to keep the bonds tight.”

“It’s not, that's just what Hale would tell you so you wouldn’t break bonds unless he wanted you to.” You look up at her frowning. Fleur smiles anyway, walking over to you with a tray. 

“Can I take some blood?” She asks. You nod, extending your arm out for her. 

“What happens when you break a bond?” She asks as she prepares your arm. You think back to what it was like when you let Piper go. You felt sad, it was a sad time. You thought you were never going to see her again then she shows up at the door. 

Then you felt guilt, you were angry, angry at her and John. Then there was relief, you were happy she was alive, she’s basically your mother, the only mother you ever really knew. 

“It hurts.” You say. “Not in a physical way, like it’s sad and makes you feel sick.” You’re not sure if anything you’re saying even makes sense. You watch as Fleur takes the blood, she looks up at you and smiles. 

“Have you ever broken a bond?” She asks. You nod, you don’t want to go into detail, it’s a private thing, between you and Piper. 

“What are you working on?” You ask, changing the subject. 

“Stem cells.” Fleur says excitedly. You frown and look past her at Piper. 

“Hale had the right idea but the wrong way of going about it.” Piper says, she’s turned away from you taking things out of the cupboard and preparing something. 

“We have a theory that the reason he was trying to get you pregnant is so he could have quick access to stem cells.” Fleur explains, pulling the needle out your arm. “The umbilical cord and placenta contain stem cells. He wouldn’t even need a born child just an embryo-” 

“Fleur!” Piper snaps. She stops looking up at you.

“Sorry.” She says. “I forget to stop sometimes.” 

“I need to be pregnant?” You ask. You feel yourself panic, you don’t want to go through that again.

“No, stem cells are different from normal cells. They’re not produced the same way, you have less of them.” Piper explains coming over to you. She puts down another tray with an injection. She picks it up coming to the side of you.

“These injections will hopefully allow enough of them to circulate in your blood so we don’t have to do a bone marrow biopsy.” Piper says pressing the injection in your arm. “You’ll need to come back for them for the next few days.” 

“Is that the one in the spine?” You ask. You remember how much that one hurts. 

“No it’s the one in the hip.” She says rubbing your arm.

“We don’t know if it will work.” Fleur says. 

“Yes, but it’s easier for you.” Piper says smiling at you, her hand on your arm is cold. 

“It doesn’t matter what's easier for me. It’s about what you need for the cure.” You say handing your head. You hear Piper sigh. 

“Fleur why don’t you go start on these samples. I’ll join you in a sec.” Piper says rubbing your arm. You look up hearing Fleur leave the room, Piper's hands come up to cup your face.

“You’re not in the bunker anymore.” She says. “Things are different now, you’re not something being studied, you're a person. If there is anything we can do to make things easier for you we will.” 

“Will it work? The stem cells?” You ask, swallowing the guilt rising in you. 

“We won’t know until we’ve run some tests but the simulations are promising.” Piper says letting your face go. 

“Is that what the rats are for?” You ask, you saw them being delivered. They’re set up in cages in the lab, they’re cute with their little pink noses but you learnt a long time ago not to get attached to the animals in the lab.

“What if it doesn’t work?” You ask.

“Then we work on a different theory.” Piper says. She picks up one of your hands, the skin around your fingers is raw from picking it when you’re worried. She looks at it rubbing one of your fingers with her thumb, you’re not in the mood for a lecture, you pull your hand out of hers. 

“Do you want to talk?” She asks pulling a stool over so she can sit down. You don’t say anything, you don’t know what to say. 

“How about sleep? Has it been getting any better?” She asks. You only started taking the sleeping pills last night, you’re not sure if they’re working or not. It doesn’t really matter, the only time you feel safe is when you’re sleeping in your nest in a locked room.

You can’t hurt anyone if you can’t get out of your room. You miss John though, you miss his warmth, the way he holds you in his arms until you both fall asleep. Being alone is better than hurting them, you trust John, you just don’t trust yourself. 

“I dream about the bunker a lot.” You say, you need to give her something or she will keep pestering you. You want to get out of here, the smell of hand sanitizer and chemicals is making your head spin.  

“That’s to be expected, but it’s gone now. Hale and Anderson, there’s no one left from back then.” She says squeezing your knee. 

“Apart from you.” You say looking up at her, she lets out a long sigh nodding. She stands up off the chair and you jump off the bed. 

“You know my door is always open, day or night.” She says, you nod wrapping your arms around her. She hugs you back.  

“Oh, I’ll leave some stuff in your room. If you think your period might be soon.” She says breaking from the hug. Now you can feel it, a dull ache inside you, like the rumbling of an oncoming storm. 

“Thank you.” You say sighing. You’re not looking forward to it. Maybe it will be a bad one too, since you went through Simon’s heat with him. “Do you think the beta’s will get their rut soon?” 

“I don’t know. It’s not exactly like there’s a test we can do to check.” 

“Maybe there should be?” You ask as she guides you to the door. 

“Yeah. I’ll see what I can do.” She smiles closing the door to the medical room. “Don’t worry about it right now. Just take it easy okay?” 

You nod at her and watch her walk into the lab and you turn to leave. Of course you’re going to worry about it. At least the beta’s won't be so rough. 

…

It’s early evening when Simon comes to see you and asks if you want to go for a walk. You nod excitedly, maybe you’re too eager but you’ve been wanting to go for a walk ever since you arrived here. You didn’t expect it to be Simon asking though, he always seems so busy, busier than John.

He’s only wearing a black mask that covers the lower half of his face. You don’t mind because at least then you can always tell when he’s smiling. He takes your hand lacing his fingers with yours as you walk out the gates and through the trees. 

It’s a nice day with only a few clouds in the sky. You make it to the moorland, massive fields of rolling hills stretching for what looks like miles. You can hear the distant pop of gunfire. 

“Don’t worry, we’re not going anywhere near them.” He says squeezing your hand. You smile, squeezing it back. You stick to the tree line following it round before you reach an old stone wall and you start following that instead. 

You don’t even care that Simon isn't saying that much, you’re just enjoying spending time with him. This close to him, hand in hand you’ve never done this before with him. 

“How are you feeling? Now you’ve had your first rut.” You ask. 

“It was interesting.” He says. “I don’t remember much, I don’t even remember claiming you.” He sounds upset about that. 

“It’s okay, it’s like that for me too.” You say trying to reassure him. 

“Do you remember me claiming you?” He asks, looking down at you. 

“I remember some of it. When I came into the room you were already pretty out of it.” You say smiling at him. He looks back out over the moors.

“When I woke and I saw you laying in the bed.” He swallows letting out a sigh, you squeeze his hand. “It was awful seeing you like that. So beat up.” 

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know, I’ve heard that enough for a lifetime.” 

“It’s true though. You can’t control your rut, just as much as I can’t control my heat.” You say, you see him nod. “Besides, now you’ve claimed me you’ll never have one again.”

“Thank god for that.” He says under his breath. You’re not sure if you should react to that so you just continue to walk with him. Silence hangs over you for a few minutes and you look out at the sun getting lower in the sky. 

It’s spring now, it feels like the energy is changing, everything feels new and fresh. Maybe this is your chance for a new beginning. Simon claimed you, you’re in a new place. Piper is back and professor Hale is dead. You could do whatever you want, maybe you could even start to have a normal life. 

You’re not quite sure what that means though, a normal life. Maybe they’ll help you, Simon and John, show you what a normal life looks like. Although right now it feels far from normal, it feels right though, like you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but with them. It makes you smile, warmth bubbles in your core and you squeeze Simon's hand again. 

“I was thinking maybe we could spend some time together. Since we’re here there’s not much we need to do. We have to help with some training but other than that we have a lot of free time.” He says looking down and smiling at you. You smile back at him. 

“Yeah, we could go for more walks. I like being outside.” You say.

“Yeah, we can’t go too far though, but we can make it work.” He says. You make it to a pathway crossroad and he stops turning to look at you. 

“You smell different.” He says, frowning suddenly. You raise an eyebrow at him flaring your nostrils. All you can smell is him. You’ve never really been able to smell yourself, at least not unless you really focus, it’s almost like you’re nose blind or something. 

“What do I smell like?” You ask him. His hand comes to brush the hair off your neck. 

“You smell good, different.” 

“Maybe it’s because you claimed me.” You say. A hand falls down to your waist, pulling you against him. He pulls his mask down and leans in to kiss you, you kiss him back, your hands running up his side and his back. His tongue feels like it’s mapping out your whole mouth. You relax against him letting his strong arms hold you. 

“Hands up! Stay where you are!” Someone calls, you panic, breaking from the kiss, your fingers digging into him. Simon seems calm though as he pulls his mask back up and rolls his eyes. He turns and you stand behind him looking round his bulking figure. 

“Stand down private.” He calls, you gasp when you see the weapons being trained on you.

“Civilians are not allowed here.” The same person calls. 

“Good job we’re not civilians then.” Simon snaps back, crossing his arms. You feel the nerves bubbling in you, you can smell Simon though, the scent of his alpha calms you. You know you’re safe if he’s around, besides there’s no way they’re actually going to shoot you.

“What are you doing here if you’re not civs? Do you have any ID?” Another one of them asks lowering his weapon. Maybe he’s the one in charge, his eyes meet yours and you swallow the lump in your throat. Simon sighs, reaching into his pocket and pulling something holding it out. 

The man approaches and takes it out his hand, he looks at it then back over at you. 

“What about her?” He asks, gesturing at you. 

“None of your concern.” Simon relies, his voice is harsh. “Call your CO or whatever you have to do, we would like to get back.” The man nods, turning away from you both talking into his radio. You can only hear one side of the conversation. A Lot of ‘yes, sir’ and ‘no, sir’ Simon’s hand reaches for yours again and he squeezes it. 

You look up at him and smile but he keeps his eyes firmly fixed on the soldiers in front of you who have lowered their weapons now. 

“Sorry to have inconvenienced you lieutenant.” The man hands what looks like an ID card back to him. “You should be careful though, there are live fire drills happening around here.”

“I’m well aware of where the drills are supposed to be happening.” Simon says putting the card back in his pocket. The soldier just nods and turns back to the others. Simon waits watching them walk away before turning back to look at you. 

“You okay?” He asks as he pulls his mask back down. You look up at him and nod, his eyes soften and you smile at him. A shiver runs through you and goosebumps rise on your skin. 

“C’mon let's head back.” He says taking your hand back in his. You nod at him and let him lead you back towards the building. 

…

When you make it back in, Johnny is coming down the steps. He smiles at you coming over as you take your coat off and throws his arm over your shoulders. 

“How was the walk?” He asks. 

“Good,” you smile. He smiles back pulling you towards the other side of the building. “Gaz made the best mac and cheese i’ve ever had before.” 

“I was supposed to help him with that.” You say feeling guilty. 

“Don’t be silly. You went for a walk with Simon, that's better than waiting for some macaroni to cook.” You nod as he leads you into the dining room. Kyle is already there with Fleur sitting at one of the tables. 

“I’ll get you a bowl.” Johnny says going into the kitchen. You nod going over to sit next to Kyle. They both stop their conversations when they spot you. 

“How was the walk?” Kyle asks, sitting up in his chair.

“Good, it’s pretty round here.” You say. 

“You should visit the lake district. I used to holiday there when I was little. It’s beautiful.” Fleur says. 

“Do you have a family?” You ask her.

“Used to. My mum died when I was 9, she had a long battle with cancer. My dad had a heart attack when I was 13. My aunt and older brother raised me.” She says smiling. You don’t know how she does it, seeming so joyful while talking about losing family members. It makes you feel bad for her, she doesn't seem to mind talking about it though.

“What happened to your brother?” Kyle asks. 

“He was a soldier. Killed in Afghanistan.” She says, her smile fades from her face. 

“I’m sorry.” Kyle replies. 

“Why? Did you start that war?” No one says anything. Johnny comes over putting a bowl down in front of you breaking the awkward silence.

“How’s the research going doctor?” He asks, sitting down on the other side of you. 

“Good, if everything goes well we should start seeing some results in the next few days.” She’s smiling again, enthusiastically talking about the work. 

“I’ve been working on something that might be able to help you guys heal faster if you get hurt.” She says shuffling with the papers she has next to her. You eat some of the food, it does taste. Kyle is such a good cook, you hope you can be like him one day. 

“Faster than we already do?” Johnny asks. 

“How fast would you say you heal?” She asks him scrunching her eyes together. 

“I mean. I got shot, it was healed in a few days I would say.” He says. 

“Interesting. I knew it was quick but the repair seems to differ depending on if it’s bones or tissue or skin.” She presses a piece of paper towards him. He looks at it while he spoons food in his mouth. 

“Interesting.” He says Kyle chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Like you understand what any of that means Tav.” 

“Hey, I’ll have you know I got all A’s in my National’s.” He says.

“What the hell is a National?” Kyle chuckles.

“Ye know like a GCSE.” 

“You’re making that up mate.” Kyle laughs leaning back in the chair. 

“I’m not.” Johnny protests. It makes you smile, you look over at Fleur smiling too. 

“I mean it’s just basic biology.” She says taking the paper back. You hear a chair scrape and Johnny gets to his feet. 

“Where are you going?” Kyle asks.

“I’m getting my file. I’m going to prove you wrong.” He says storming for the exit. Kyle laughs, getting up to follow after him. Fleur chuckles watching them and collecting her papers. 

“I can show you if you want?” You say as she looks back at you. She frowns. “How quickly we heal. I could show you.” 

“Will Dr. Montgomery mind?” She asks, you shake your head eating another spoonful of food. 

“I used to do it all the time.” She says. You can see Fleur thinking for a second before nodding. You smile and follow her over to the lab. Piper’s not in the lab and you both go into the medical room. You start looking for a scalpel or something sharp. 

“Do you still have the same pain tolerance as an omega?” She asks. 

“I don’t know. I don’t really remember my life before the bunker. I think I have a pretty high pain tolerance.” You say opening the drawer and finding a scalpel. You smile, taking the cover off and pulling your sleeve up. 

“You should rate your pain for me.” She says as you place the blade on your skin. 

“How do I do that?” 

“Rate it between zero and ten. Zero for no pain at all and ten for the worst pain you’ve ever had in your life.” She says. 

“Okay,” You nod, looking down and plunging the blade into your skin. It stings like you remember, you don’t push too deep, just deep enough to show her how quickly wounds can heal. 

“Fleur, I thought I saw you-” The sound of Piper's gasp makes you spring your head up. You didn’t even hear the door open. You’re all standing there in silence for a moment. You stop dragging the blade down your skin and take it away. 

Piper slams the folder she has in her hand down on the counter top, it makes you jump. 

“Wait outside Dr. Goodwin.” She says stepping over to you. She sounds mad, you’ve only ever heard her mad a few times. It makes goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. You can smell it, anger and fear.

“What the hell are you thinking!” She snaps pulling some tissue paper out the dispenser and pressing it on your arm. She takes the scalpe out your hand. You don’t know what to say suddenly your mouth is dry. 

She looks down at your arm pulling the tissues away, it’s already starting to heal, your arm is covered in blood from the wound but you can see it closing up, it burns as the skin starts to tighten. 

“She wanted to see how quickly we could heal.” You say. 

“I don’t care. You’re never allowed to do this again.” She says you look in her eyes and nod. You’re trying to hold back the tears, she’s so mad at you. She looks back down at your arm mopping up the blood. “Fuck, John would kill me if he saw this.” 

“I’m just trying to help.” You say. 

“I know but this is not the way to do this. Not anymore.” Her grip on your arm is tight, it’s starting to make your fingers tingle. “Promise me you will never do this again.” 

“I promise.” You say nodding. She sighs, taking the paper off your arm. It’s almost fully healed. She steps back. 

“Wash your arm.” she says you go over to the sink and wash it tracing over the red mark on the newly fused skin. It will take a few days for the scar to fully disappear. You don’t bother drying it, just pull your sleeve back down. 

“I’m sorry.” You say without turning to look at her. You hear her sigh. Her hand lands on the top of your back. 

“Just go find Johnny or Kyle. And you should eat if you haven't already.” she says. You nod heading for the door. You pause when you press the handle. 

“Is Fleur going to get into trouble? It was my idea.” You say turning to look at her. She’s pinching the bridge of her nose. She lets out another sigh, dropping her hand. 

“I don’t know. Don’t worry about it.” She says coming over to you picking up the folder she slammed down. You feel bad, you feel like you’ve got Fleur into trouble. You were only trying to help, when you make it out the windowless medical room you can see the sun has almost completely gone down. 

You’re not hungry anymore, you don’t want to see Johnny or Kyle. Instead of going back to the dining room you go to your room, lock the door and crawl up into your nest. You were a bad omega, you were a bad omega and you let them down. 

It’s like there’s a fire under your skin. 

Your whole body burns as you pull yourself out your nest. Sweat has coated your skin making your PJ’s stick to you, there’s an ache between your legs but it’s different this time. It hurts, not in the normal way, not like the insatiable throb and pulsing you’re used to. 

This is actual pain. You can’t be in heat, something must be wrong. It’s too early, it's only been 2 months. You need to see Piper, she’ll know what's wrong. It takes all your effort to pull yourself to your feet, picking up the key off your desk and heading for the door. Your hands are shaking as you try to get it in the hole, each brush of your shirt over your nipples has you gritting your teeth. 

When you open your door you can see how dark it is outside. It must be late at night still, the nights have been so cold but right now you feel like you’re burning up. You stumble across to the other rooms. You can smell yourself now, honey, this makes no sense you shouldn’t be in heat. 

You press up against her door using all your effort to knock, a whimper leaves your throat as you lean against it. You need John, or Simon, you don’t care. You need an alpha. You don’t know how long you’re waiting but it feels like forever before Piper opens the door, you fall against her as she does. 

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” Her hand comes to your forehead. “You’re burning up.” 

“Hurts.” You say, your breathing picking up. You’re almost clawing at her, you need an alpha. Now you don’t care how much pain you’re in. The ache for a knot is stronger, your hand runs down your body to the front of your PJ bottoms. 

She reaches down to pull your hand out and you whine rubbing your legs together. 

“I know, I know. You’re still injured though.” She helps you to your feet, you lean heavily against her. “C’mon, let’s get John.”

“Alpha.” You call. The thought of his scent, his hands on you makes your pussy throb. Each throb sends a shooting pain through you. She’s shushing you, her arm wrapped around you as she takes you over to John’s room. 

The knock on the door makes your head pound. You can smell him, his alpha scent thick in the air. You’re fighting Piper's grip, you just want to feel him. You don’t even register the door opening or John standing in front of you. You automatically reach out for him, your hands find his waist, you’re trying to pull his clothes off.

Piper is trying to pull you back. 

“John stop.” Piper warns him, his hands land on yours stopping you from pulling his pants down. You moan in frustration as Piper grabs your wrists pulling them against your chest. 

“She’s in heat, how is that possible? It’s only been a few months.” John says. 

“Alpha please.” You whine fighting Piper's grip. You end up on the floor digging your heels into the ground, rubbing your thighs together. 

“I don’t know, it could have been Simon’s rut. It could have been the miscarriage resetting her cycle.” Piper keeps you against her chest. 

“Okay, let me take her.” John says reaching out for you. 

“You can't, she's still recovering. You can’t have sex with her, not until everything is healed. You could cause permanent damage.” Piper says. 

“What do we do?” He asks, swallowing hard, you can tell he’s struggling to keep it together, you’re struggling with Piper trying to get near him. 

“You need to stay away. She’s been through heats alone before. She can do it again.” Piper says. 

“Piper-” 

“John. You’re not thinking straight right now. Go back into your room. I’ve got her.” You look up at him in your hazy vision, you’re still trying to fight her reaching out for him.

“I’ll get John and Kyle.” He says. 

“Good idea.” She replies. As he walks past you, you call out for him, rubbing your legs together to get some kind of relief. All you can smell is alpha, you can smell lavender too, she’s trying to overwhelm his scent. You want him though, you need your alpha.

You don’t smell Johnny or Kyle as they come over to you, then their beta scent fills the air trying to mask John’s overwhelming scent. You see lights coming on, making you squeeze your eyes closed.  

“Alpha, please.” You squirm, trying to find him in the sea of people around you.

“Take her to her room, I’ll get what I need.” Piper says as she lets go of your wrists letting Johnny and Kyle pull you up. Hands grab you and you moan trying to fight them but it’s like you have no energy. Your body feels weak as you’re half dragged half carried back to your room. 

They put you down on the bed. The ache is stronger now, your mind focusing on the smell of alpha lingering in the air. 

“Easy lass,” Johnny says his hand comes to your face brushing the wet hair stuck to your forehead. Your clothes are overstimulating you, brushing against your nipples and your clit. You roll round in the bed, trying anything to quell the ache between your legs. You hear the door open and look up hoping it's John or Simon, instead it’s just Piper with her bag. 

You whine, your hands gripping your shirt trying to pull it off. You have no energy though, your brain and body only wants one thing and you’re not going to get it. You shouldn’t have gone to Piper first. 

“Here.” You hear her say as she presses something in your hand. Her hands are cold and it shocks you, breaking through the heat radiating off your body. 

“What is it?” Kyle asks as you click the button feeling it vibrate in your hand. 

“Vibrator, should help keep her satisfied. I need to do an internal exam, you’ll have to keep her still.” Piper says. You feel her pull your bottoms and underwear off.

Johnny and Kyle's hands land on you, holding your arms down. You moan arching your back, their fingers on your skin feel like they’re burning. 

“Alpha.” You wine as you feel her hands part your legs. 

“I know, I know hun. This will be over soon, I'll be as quick as I can.” You hear Piper say. You don’t care, you want John or Simon, you need them. 

“Please.” You pant looking up at Johnny, he smiles at you, then Kyle moves behind him. 

“You’re going to be okay.” Johnny says brushing your cheek. You can still feel the small vibrator in your hand. You reach down, pressing it on your clit.

“That’s it hun.” Piper says, you feel her finish and she stands up going back over to her bag. Your body shakes as you cum, Johnny hands leave you. 

“You’ll have to stay with her, watch her make sure she doesn’t try and hurt herself.” You hear Piper say, your body is already craving more. 

“How long will she be like this?” Kyle asks.

“Until she gets exhausted, or gets an alpha’s knot, whichever comes first.” Piper says grimly. They watch you squirm in the bed, your eyes closed pressing the small vibrator on your clit. Johnny looks past Piper seeing John standing in the doorway. 

“I can stay first.” Johnny offers. “I think you probably need to keep an eye on Price.” 

“They’ll struggle too. It’s their instinct to be with her right now, keeping them away is going to be hard. Even harder because you’re a pack.” 

“She’s in heat so her wounds will heal faster but it’s still best to wait so you don’t cause any permanent damage.” Piper says, picking up her bag and turning to John. “You’ve got to hold it together John, at least for a few days.” 

She watches him nod but she doesn’t believe it. Kyle moves past her pulling him out the doorway and back towards his room. She turns to see you thrashing in the bed with the clit stimulator pressed on you. It’s all she can do to help you. 

It’s better than the bunker. She reminds herself, you have a bed and betas around you. Hopefully in a day or so things will be fully healed and you’ll be able to have a somewhat normal heat. She closes the door behind her watching as John’s door closes too. 

You have your pack, you’re in a safe space, no one strapping you down or forcing themselves on you. You’re safe, you have a pack, Hale doesn’t know where you are. Nothing bad is going to happen, you’re used to this. She just has to make sure John and Simon stay away.

“How’s the research going?” John asks as Piper takes blood from his arm. 

“It’s going.” She says. 

“Going well?” His eyes flick over to Dr. Goodwin, she’s writing on a clipboard while she pipettes something into test tubes.  

“We tried to avoid a bone marrow biopsy but her latest blood results aren’t promising. Now she’s in heat, it's going to push things back by at least a week” Piper says, taking the needle out his arm. The door to the lab opens and Simon walks into the room, he has a package in his hands.

“Just came.” He says handing it to John. He frowns, taking it out of his hands and looking it over.

“Who’s it from?” He asks. 

“How should I know?” Simon snaps, turning to leave.

“Hey, take it to my office.” Price says handing the package back to him. Simon turns but hesitates a second before taking it off him. They’ve both been off, tempers flared, Johnny and Kyle have been getting the worst of it. They can’t help it, you’re in heat, they can smell you, hear you and they can’t go anywhere near you. They’re literally fighting against their instincts, when they’re together it's worse, it’s like two grenades primed to explode. 

“Need me to shine your boots too?” He says under his breath. 

“What?” John snaps. Piper rests her hand on his arm. It’s not the John Price she knows, the cool and collected captain she needs him to be right now. Simon's eyes flick up to Piper, she holds his gaze, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh. 

“Come with me.” She says pushing past them both out the lab, picking up her bag on the way.

They walk up to your room, Johnny will be with you, Kyle will be sleeping. She can smell you and hear your moans. John had been sleeping on the other side of the building to try and avoid it. When she opens your door she sees you curled up in your nest, your hands pressed between your legs. Johnny is sat on the bed watching you, he stands up when he sees Piper walk in. 

“I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to go into her nest.” He says. 

“It’s okay, you did a good job. Go get some rest.” She says. 

“I don’t mind staying.” He says. 

“It’s okay, I've got her, get some rest.” She says bending down by your nest. Her hand lands on your arm the vibrator she gave you pressed on your clit. She squeezes your wrist, your eyes snap up to her. 

“Look who I've got.” She moves to the side and you see John and Simon standing in the doorway. Your eyes light up as you see them dropping the clit stimulator and crawling towards them. Piper walks in front of you going up to them. 

“She’s going to need both of you.” Piper says. “I would say try to take it easy but I don’t know if that will be possible.”

“Are you sure she’s okay?” John asks.

“It’s been 2 days, omegas heal faster when they're in heat. You two need her more than she needs you at this point. You’re both at each other's throats.” Piper says moving to the side so they can see you. She can smell them both in the air.

She can already see the changes in their body language, they’re already more relaxed. More focused on you then each other. It could be dangerous, they could fight over you, she’ll have to stay close just in case. She leaves them anyway, closing the door behind her.

Someone's arms wrap around you pulling you up off the floor. “Alpha?” You whine, your hands trying to find a face. You need to feel him, feel his skin, you need contact.

“Yeah, we’re here now.” It’s John’s voice. You hear Simon moving around too. 

“Hurts” You say nuzzling your face into his neck.

“I know, we’re here now, we’re going to take care of you.” You’re placed down on your bed, you’re still rubbing your thighs together, your skin is raw even with the slick pooling between them. You hear belts and zippers, you look up in your hazy vision and see Simon coming towards you. He’s naked already, you need him to touch you. His hands pick up your legs pulling you to the end of the bed.

“Please alpha.” You call. 

“Easy, give him a second.” You hear John say as he comes to lay down next to you. You turn to look at him, he’s naked too his hand coming to brush stuck hair out your face. It’s not long before you feel Simon’s hand between your legs, you spread them for him shuffling further down the bed like you’re trying to find him. 

“Christ love,” Simon says as he pushes two fingers into you. You cum immediately, clenching around his fingers as you cry out. You can smell them in the air. The scent of them makes your head spin. 

“Alpha, please.” You pant trying to grind on his fingers. He presses a hand on your stomach keeping you in place. 

“Nice and ready for us aren't you.” John says his hand squeezing one of your breasts, his thumb brushes over your nipple. You look over at him reaching out to run your hands over his chest. 

“Please alpha, I need your knot.” 

“It’s okay, you’re going to get it.” Price says pulling your chin to look at him. 

“Look at me love.” Your blink at him trying your best to focus on him in your haze. “You’re going to be a good omega for us, take us both?” 

“Y-yes alpha.” You say swallowing the saliva building in your mouth, John smiles leaning over to kiss you. You force your tongue deep in his mouth, your hands running over his body gripping onto his chest hair. 

“Christ, how can she be so wet and so tight at the same time.” You hear Simon say. John pulls away from the kiss chuckling. You bring your head up seeing Simon stroking himself at the end of the bed. You’re shuffling your hips, trying to get close to him, he’s holding you in place with one of his hands. 

When he finally eases into you you’re seeing stars. You don’t even have the energy to call out for him, just moaning with each thrust of his hips. John watches your eyes roll back, the scent of honey filling the room, he looks over at Simon who looks just as blissed out as you. 

John reaches down to your puffy, overstimulated clit, as soon as his fingers make contact you cum again. This time you cry out squirming under his fingers, You blink up at him, he smiles at you, his free hand coming to stroke your face. 

Your lips chase his fingers, you’re so needy, your body reacting to even the slightest touch. You stick your tongue out for him, he presses his thumb on it and you close your mouth round it sucking it into your mouth.  

“How does she feel?” John asks looking up at Simon bucking his hips into you, John coats some of your slick on his fingers rubbing it down his cock. 

“Good.” He pants. “More than good, amazing.” John smiles standing up off the bed.

“Alpha,” You whine out for him, you miss his touch, his fingers in your mouth. Your hand misses him and flops down on the bed. 

“Easy.” He says pressing his fingers back on your clit as he stands. His other hand runs up Simon’s back. He watches you squirm as Simon speeds up his thrusts. His fingers are digging your thighs holding your legs up. 

“Fuck, John, she feels amazing.” He pants, slowing his thrusts. 

“C’mon Simon. You better not be tapping out already.” John's hand travels down his back. 

“Alpha-” You call grinding against Simon as you cum again. Simon stops his eyes squeezing closed, his fingers digging into your thighs. John hums, squeezing his ass and pulling his fingers off your clit. 

“No, no, don't stop. She’s been waiting for this for days, begging for an alpha’s knot.” He breathes in his ear. You prop yourself up on your elbows looking over at them both, hair stuck to your face again. John gets back in the bed wrapping his arm around you and scooting in behind you.

Simon seems to understand what's going on pulling out so John can move you. You almost immediately start whining, your hands reaching out searching for them.

“Easy, easy.” John whispers in your ear, his breath hot on your face. He sits you on his lap with your legs dangling off the end of the bed. You can feel his heart thumping in his chest, one of his hands grips your ass, you can feel his cock pressed against your back. 

“You’re going to take both of us love.” He says as his hand feels round the curve of your ass and spreads your cheeks pressing two fingers against your hole. It feels strange but you don’t mind, you’ll take them both, whatever you need to do to get a knot. 

Simon’s hands come to your face, brushing hair behind your ears. You reach out your hands finding his cock, you lick your lips pressing your thumbs over your tip. You hear the shake in his breath before he bends down to kiss you. His hands grip your hips sliding you forward. 

He breaks from the sloppy kiss, saliva dripping down your chin. 

“Simon.” You call running your hands up and down his length. 

“Yes love.” He says pulling your chin up to look at him. “Gonna be a good omega for us. Let us make you feel good.” You nod as you feel John press the tip of his cock against your ass. Simon uses his thumb to wipe the saliva off your chin as you ease down on John. 

John lets out a moan, his arms coming to wrap around you and press you back against his chest. You whine, you want to feel Simon. He doesn't make you wait long, his fingers pressing on your clit.

“Alpha, please.” You beg squirming on John. Each rock of your hips makes him twitch in you. Simon’s cock is pressing up against your pussy. Your breathing picks up as his thumb rubs your clit. 

“Deep breath love.” Simon says, you look up at him, your mouth tipped open. You’re holding your breath as he presses into you. A groan leaves his throat, his thumb doesn’t stop rubbing tight circles on your clit. You cum again pulsing round his cock, you feel so full they’re both hitting new spots you didn’t even know existed. 

You reach forward wrapping your arms around Simon. John’s hands replace his gripping your waist. Your head tips against his chest and you close your eyes as they both start to thrust in and out of you in time. You can’t think straight anymore, the only sounds leaving your mouth now are moans. 

Knot, knot, it’s all you can think about. It’s all you want, Simon's hand comes round to cup your cheek pulling your chin up to look at him. You blink your eyes open, looking at him though your hazed vision. 

“What do you need?” He asks his thumb brushing a tear escaping down your face. 

“Knot. Please alpha.” You say between breaths. 

“Yeah, you’ve been so good. Taking us both.” John says in your ear. You nod smiling up at Simon, his thumb brushes your lips as he tips his head to the side. 

“You can have my knot.” Simon says. You nod again letting him kiss you. It’s sloppy and messy, everything feels so good. Your clit is already pulsing under Simon’s fingers from the days of over stimulation. Each time you clench around them they make the most beautiful moans, it just drives you closer to the edge. 

You can feel John’s hands dig into your skin, helping to move your hips so you can keep in time with their thrusts. Simon breaks from the kiss moaning as he drives into you deeper, angling your body so you can feel them both filling you up, hitting you deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Al-.” You call the word catches in your throat, it's the only warning you give them before you cum. 

“That’s it, love. Good girl.” Simon says as he cums too, you feel him throb then his cock swells inside you. You barely have time to react to John too as your vision flashes. You slump against Simon who lets you pant in his chest your hands gripping his shoulders. There’s a ringing in your ears, your head is pounding as your body goes limp in his arms. 

“Christ, you okay?” Simon asks, gently picking you up off John. You hum nodding your head. You can already feel sleep trying to pull you under. You need the rest, you need them. You hear John move arranging the bed as Simon slowly lays down. John’s hands run over you as you let out a long breath.

“Relax. Get some rest, we’ll be here.” John says his voice low, he presses up against your back, pulling hair out your face. Both their arms wrap around you, you shiver grinding up against Simon as his knot pulses in you. 

“You did so well for us.” Simon says as he plants a kiss on your forehead. You hum, closing your eyes, your hands rest on his chest and you can feel his heart beating. Finally, now you can finally get some rest.

When Price left you were sleeping in Simon’s arms. He moved as quietly as he could but neither of you woke. A hurricane could hit the building and he doesn’t think that would be enough to wake you. He let Simon knot you last, he could tell you were coming out of it, there’d been longer gaps between you waking and wanting sex. 

He doesn’t even remember how many days it’s been, 3 he thinks. He doesn’t even remember Johnny or Kyle coming in to leave the water and protein bars. He was more out of it this time, maybe it’s because Simon was around, he felt safer to let his guard down with another alpha in the room. 

Maybe it’s because it’s technically been your 3rd heat with him, his body could just be getting used to things. He takes a shower and pulls on a fresh set of clothes. When he gets out he finally checks the time and date, it’s a little after 9 and it’s wednesday, so it’s been almost 4 days. 

He almost wants to just crawl back into bed with you and sleep for another day. He needs to check up on things though, he needs the peace of mind that they’re still safe. He heads down to his office, the place seems quiet but he can see the light spilling out from the lab doors. Of course Piper will be awake, he wonders if she ever actually sleeps.

He looks at the package on his desk. It’s small, it’s been sent from overseas but he wasn’t expecting anything. It’s been searched, they don’t exactly let unsolicited parcels on the base. He picks it up going to sit down, it's light, it can't be something important. When he rips it open he sees a single cigar, he brings it up to his nose breathing it in. 

It’s not like the ones he smokes, this is more earthy, he inspects the label. Cuban, he frowns if it was from Al or Rudy why, send him a box for christmas then a single cigar. Maybe it got lost in the post, there's no return address but there's an American air stamp. He looks inside the package, it’s empty, not even a note.

There’s a light knock at his door. 

“Come in.” He calls, he expects it to be Kyle, he hopes it’s Kyle, but instead it’s Piper. She’s holding folders in her arms as she comes in closing the door behind her. 

“How do you feel?” She asks standing on the other side of his desk. 

Tired, sore. “Good.” He says, she smiles. 

“I didn’t know if 2 alpha’s would be a good idea or not. I thought you would either tear each other apart to knot her or everything would be fine.” She says, sighing. He pinches the bridge of his nose, he’s not in the mood for this conversation right now. 

“And if we tore each other apart?” He asks looking up at her. 

“I wouldn’t have sent you in if I didn’t trust you.” She smiles. He hums leaning back in his chair. 

“Here's everything we did while you were busy.” Piper says putting the folder on his desk. He nods at her fidgeting with the cigar between his fingers. “I didn’t know you smoked the same brand as Hale.” 

“What?” He asks straightening up in his chair. She points at the cigar in his hand. 

“Hale smokes the same brand.” 

“I don’t, this was sent to me.” She frowns at him for a second then it clicks. 

“Oh shit.”

next Dividers by @gild-ui & @plum98

[imaginedreamwrite]

Ghoap about to burn the city down because they haven’t seen sunshine in hours and her location was disabled

Turns out she fell asleep studying at the library and her phone died. Sorry alphas !

Sometimes it happens on accident, and sometimes she does it to get a break. Constantly having two alpha's hanging over her shoulder as she tries to do stuff can be incredibly annoying. When she insists that she has to do some classwork and studying, she makes them promise that they have to stay home.

She leaves before they can follow and heads to a library they haven't been too before, because going to the close one isn't quite enough distance. Of course she loves those two alpha's, and because she tries to see the best in everyone, she doesn't necessarily think that they would overreact. She told them she would be back, she promised she would come home no later than 9:00 after she was done her paper.

So when she gets so focused on writing and studying that she misses her phone dying, she doesn't think anything of it. There's clocks in the library, and there's the time displayed right on her laptop, no big deal. Inherently it was a big deal, and she had completely overlooked just how far they would go for her.

Half an hour before she is set to pack up and go, she feels the hair on the back of her neck stand. From the corner of her eyes she can see Simon standing near the entrance, and she catches the slight twist to his scent that is a clear indication of his displeasure. He stands there, both relieved to see her and innately pissed off that she didn't respond to the multitude of missed calls and texts.

"My phone died," she waves the blackened screen sheepishly, bashfulness working it's way up her body. She's wholly caught off guard when Simon throws her over his shoulder to drag her back home, while Johnny gathers her things.

A lesson is going to be taught when she gets home but it won't cause her too much distress.

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 40: Where Do We Go From Here?

Summary: Things aren't going as smoothly as anyone would like. Maybe they can fix it. Maybe they can't.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 6,723 words

Warnings: Angst, discussion of nightmares, PTSD, discussion of death and killing people, emotions, so many emotions, angst, a little sliver of comfort

A/N: And it is back!! not super proud of this one but I'm starting out on a filler so...yeah. Really just setting up for the next part where some action starts again. You'll see. Anyway, glad to be back at it and I hope you enjoy!

11/30/24: **This chapter has been edited and rewritten from its original version**

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John stands at the door, gazing out at the yard. It’s pouring rain, dumping buckets on the roof. The water has pooled on the planks of the deck, splattering with every big drop that pours from the sky. The weather once again mirrors your mood, your sobs audible from your room over the pounding on the roof. 

John holds his mug in his hands, staring at the reflection in the window. Kyle and Johnny are sitting on the couch, both looking like kicked puppies. They’re itching to enter your room and go comfort you, but they’ve been kicked out for now. You’re not in the state of mind to be around any of them right now, no matter how badly your sobs tear at their heartstrings. 

You haven’t been in that state of mind for a few hours now. 

Whatever nightmare had plagued your mind last night, it was particularly awful. You’ve been up since the early hours, waking from a nightmare with a terrified scream that had continued until Kyle finally got you to stop and breathe. His ears are still ringing with it, his mind still pulsing with that fear. Something happened. Someone got in. Someone hurt you. 

Nothing happened. No one got in.  

The only threat was still just in your mind. 

Graves. 

He knows that’s at least part of your nightmares. Christine had disclosed that to him quietly on the side. Even she doesn’t know everything that plagues your dreams, but Graves seems to be a common specter in the darkness of your mind. 

It makes his blood boil, and not just out of anger for what Graves did to you. 

It boils with anger at himself too. 

It’s his fault you’re in this state in the first place. He should have known, he should have seen, he should have suspected. He should have never left you there. You should have been his priority over anything else. 

How badly he’s failed you. 

He lets out a sigh, turning away from the window to move over to the couches. He sinks down with a sigh, resting his elbows on his knees. The little progress you’ve made has regressed with this new string of nightmares, the fear pushing you further and further back into your mind. He’s resolved himself to only get worried when Christine is worried, and right now she’s beginning to look worried. If you regress back again, the chances of bringing you out of that are slim. Sure, there are plenty of options to help, but you have to want them to help. 

He knows exactly what will help, you just don’t want it. 

He runs a hand through his hair as your sobs begin to quiet. It’s longer than he’s let it get for a long time. They’re all a bit scraggly and ragged looking, worn down and lazy now that there’s no strict rules guiding their lives. None of them quite know what to do outside of the regulations they’ve spent the better parts of their lives living under. He’s been in the military longer now than he hasn’t, and he’s been finding himself itching for that structure again. He can never bring himself to relax and put the job aside even on leave. He only takes it when he has to and usually spends it training and keeping his skills sharp. 

Now...now things have changed. 

They have no return now. There’s no clear, set time that they have to return to base. They can’t return to base. It would leave them too open to a possible retaliation from Shepherd. They were betrayed by one of their own already, who's to say someone else wouldn’t be just as eager to become a traitor for a chunk of cash? They’re not even truly safe here. 

How are they going to go back to base after this? Can he bring himself to take you back there, a place you never felt comfortable in the first place? 

Where do they go from here? 

He’s been trying not to think too much about it. That’s a dilemma for a different day. That’s thinking too far ahead. Day by day is as far as he dares to take it now. 

The door closes quietly, John’s head lifting to watch Christine as she approaches the couch. There’s a slump to her shoulders, something that’s been getting lower and lower as the days have progressed. She’s struggling with this just as much as they all are. 

She sinks down on the couch, letting out a long breath. Your sobs have quieted, no sound coming from the room now. The silence is almost eerie after days of constant sounds, good and bad, from your room. You were doing better. You were looking more alive and well. 

Then this happened. 

“She’s asleep.” Christine says, her voice strained. “Finally calmed down enough to nap.” She covers her eyes with a hand, sitting there still for a moment. 

“The nightmares?” John asks, glancing at Christine out of the corner of his eye. 

“Worse.” She says, her gaze far away. “She's remembering what happened.” 

John stares at Kyle and Johnny for a moment, the betas returning his worried gaze.

“Those shadows she killed...” Johnny says.

Christine nods. “She's, uh, not taking it well.” 

John runs a hand over his face. He knew it was possible you'd start to remember what happened during the time your omega took control. It wouldn't remain a dark spot forever, though he hoped it would. The things you were forced to do are coming to light now, the things you did to survive because they failed you. Taking the life of someone who deserves it is nothing to them. Taking the life of someone who would take yours just as quickly isn't so much as a second thought. 

You're not like them. 

You've never had to face that reality before, and you shouldn't have had to. 

“One of us should talk to her.” Kyle says.

“I don't think that's the best idea right now.” Christine shakes her head. “She's...regressed a bit. Pushing that on her, while well intentioned, might do more harm than good...” she trails off, her gaze still far away. 

The three of them sit there, waiting for what she’s going to say next. He’s not even sure Johnny or Kyle are breathing as they wait patiently for whatever solution Christine might be able to come up with, whatever move she thinks is the best one to take next. 

“I want to take her out.” Christine says. 

“What?” John asks in surprise. 

“She needs to get out of the house. It’s not doing any of us any good sitting in here all day.” She rubs her eyes. “She expressed interest in going for a walk a couple days ago. She needs to get up and moving, start regaining some of her strength.” 

John lets out a breath leaning back against the couch. He’s tempted to say no. His knee jerk reaction is to refuse. The world outside isn’t safe. If anyone is watching, if anyone sees them...

There’s always going to be that risk though, and Christine is right. Sitting in the house all day isn’t doing any of them any good. They’re at the mercy of the rain, but even then, he doubts it will keep any of them trapped inside for long. 

“When the rain clears up.” He finally says. “We'll discuss it more. But, I think that might be a good idea.” 

“What can we do?” Kyle asks, staring at Christine. 

She lets out a sigh, covering her eyes with her hand. “I don’t know. I’ve helped hundreds of omegas in crisis and yet I don’t know why this case is so hard.” 

“This has become more personal than those cases.” John says. 

Christine’s shoulders slump even more. “I know. I try so hard but she’s just so...different from other omegas.” 

“This entire situation is different from what you’ve done before.” Kyle says. 

“You’re right.” Christine sighs. “The best we can do is let her lead. Do what she needs, give her what she wants. The worst thing that can happen right now is regression. If she regresses too far, we might never get her back.” 

“What is it? Tell me what ye need.” 

“Can you make me forget?” 

“I wish I could.” 

“Hit me hard enough on the head I might forget everything. Then we can all just start over.” 

“That’s not funny.” 

“It wasn’t supposed to be.” 

“Kitten,” Johnny sighs, leaning his elbows on his knees. “I wish I could make those thoughts go away. I wish I could make them mine.” 

“I killed people.” 

“I know.” He reaches out, touching your hand. “I wish ye didnae have to. Ye were just defending yerself. Those Shadows would have done worse to ye if ye hadn’t.” 

You curl up in your chair, turning away from him. “That’s not helpful.” 

“Sorry.” He says, letting out another sigh. “We just want to help ye.” 

You’re silent for a moment, sitting there listening to the waves. It’s cold this morning, not even the thick blanket draped over you offering much respite. It’s the first morning it hasn’t poured rain in days and you were determined to take full advantage of it despite the objections of your pack. 

“I know.” You finally say, staring out at the grey clouds looming on the horizon. The rain will return, just like the dark thoughts constantly swirling in your mind. They make you sick, nausea constantly churning in your stomach and threatening to rise. 

Johnny wraps his hand around yours, his palm warm against your cold skin. “Should head inside. Gonnae catch a cold.” 

“You know that’s a myth right?” You say, tilting your head to stare at him. 

“No it’s not.” He says, pulling your hand between his. “It’s not good for ye being out in the cold.” 

“I’ll live.” You say, trying to pull your hand from his, but he holds you firm. He’s stubborn, but so are you. 

“Kitten...” He says, almost whining at you. “Go inside please.” 

You let out a sigh, staring out at the horizon again. The clouds promise more rain soon, another downpour on its way. You hate it, how much it’s been raining. You just want to be outside, down at the beach, going on walks. Your pack won’t let you though, not while it’s raining, even though they often leave no matter the weather. 

It’s not fair. 

You’re not a fragile flower and you’re tired of being treated that way. Even though your brain feels like it’s in a blender constantly. Even though the pain of what happened still drives into you like a knife, you just want to be treated like a normal human being again. 

“Fine.” You sigh, pushing yourself up to stand. “I’ll go inside.” 

Johnny grabs your arm before you can head back in the door. “Ye know we just want the best for you.” 

You stare at him for a long moment, emotions swirling in your mind. They are trying. You’ll give them that credit. They’re trying, but not hard enough. “What you think is best and what’s actually best isn’t always the same.” 

He looks like a kicked puppy as he lets you go. You turn away before you can feel guilty, heading back inside the cottage. 

You pull the blanket tighter around you as you stare at the flickering flames in the hearth. The heat is intense so close, but it’s warming the chill under your skin. It’s getting colder at night, foretelling the upcoming winter. All the blankets in the world couldn’t fight off the chill that’s settled in you at night. You know what might help, but you’re not brave enough to approach that solution. 

The footsteps on the stairs don’t startle you in the otherwise silent house, the creak of them audible over the crackle of the logs in the fire. 

“I’d add another one.” A voice says from behind you. 

“I’m going to.” You say, reaching for the stack next to the fireplace. 

“Careful. Put it on the side.” 

“I know how to make a fire, thank you.” You snap, shoving the log in before moving it into place with the poker. “I’m not useless.” 

“Didn’t mean to imply you were.” It’s silent for a moment as you settle back into place. “What are you doing out here?” 

“I’m cold.” You answer simply, not feeling up to giving an entire expose on your current state of mind to the person you want to speak to the least right now. 

“We can turn the heat up more.” John says. “Whatever you want to be more comfortable.” 

I want you to leave. You bite your lip, suddenly not brave enough to say it out loud. 

They are trying. 

“Why are you down here?” You ask instead. 

“Couldn’t sleep so I came to get a snack.” He says. “You want anything?” 

“No.” You say quickly, wrapping the blanket tighter around you. “I’m alright.” 

“You sure?” He presses, standing off to your right. 

You hesitate for a moment, curling your toes under the blanket as one of the logs snaps. It’s not food you need from him. Your appetite has decreased again with this new wave of horrible things plaguing your mind. You want answers. 

“I want to know why you decided to leave, why you went on that mission and left me when you knew things were not right.” 

John shifts on his feet behind you, the wood floor creaking just slightly. He’s silent for a long moment, so long you almost think he’s walked away. 

“I was too trusting. I got caught up in the mindset of a soldier and chose to trust my superiors when I knew I shouldn’t have. I wanted to send you somewhere else, to stay with Kate, but things didn’t work fast enough to make that possible. I shouldn’t have just left you there, even with Johnny and Simon. It’s the worst mistake I’ve ever made.” 

Tears burn your eyes as you stare into the fire. At least he knows he made a mistake. At least he thought up other plans, but that doesn’t excuse the fact he did nothing and just left you there so easily. 

Another question burns at the forefront of your mind. You think back to that conversation with Dr. Keller just a few days ago. You want to trust her, you know you can trust her. She’s given you no reason not to. She wouldn’t lie, even if the rest of your pack did. 

“You really didn’t leave me with Graves?” The words slip out before you can stop them, spilling forth from your lips, revealing part of those inner thoughts that have plagued you for the last few hours. 

“I would never have left you with him.” John says, the floorboards creaking as he takes a couple steps forward. “As soon as we found out we turned around and went to Kate’s safehouse. She was already looking for you. We did everything in our power to find you as quickly as we possibly could.” 

The tears start sliding down your cheeks as you sit there, taking in his words. They’re spoken with such conviction and match what Dr. Keller had told you. Some deep, dark part of your brain wants to think it’s all a lie that they’ve conjured to try and make you feel better about everything, to try and jumpstart the healing process. Yet, at the same time you want to believe they are telling the truth. 

Your other option is to trust Phil and what he said to you. For all you know, everything he said was a lie. Some sick justification to torture you as some kind of revenge towards your pack. Maybe it was all about revenge. 

Who can you trust more? Phil, or your alpha. 

Maybe if you had just held on a little bit longer. Maybe if you hadn’t believed Phil’s lie, you could have saved yourself the terror of letting your omega take over. Maybe you wouldn’t have had to take that risk and corrupt yourself with blood-stained hands. From what you can remember and have managed to weasel out of Dr. Keller, they were right behind you. A few more minutes and maybe none of it would have had to happen. 

Maybe you did do the right thing in the end. Phil might have ordered his men to kill you as soon as they arrived. Maybe they would have done it as soon as Simon and Johnny entered the room. Saving yourself might have been your only option. 

Those men would have killed you or worse. You did what you had to do. 

You’re shaking. The tears are cascading down your cheeks, warmed by the heat of the fire. You’re crying, your breaths nearly hyperventilating as you sob quietly. 

“Talk to me.” John says as he kneels down beside you. 

“I can’t do this.” You whisper, your knuckles white where they’re gripping the edges of the blanket. The words are coming out and you can’t stop them. Maybe it’s because deep down you remember the better times, when he was a comfort. Someone you could trust to catch you when you fall. “I keep seeing them, seeing what I did, what happened. I killed people.” 

“People that would have killed you without a second thought.” He says. “You were defending yourself in a situation where that was unavoidable. It’s not your fault. None of it is.” 

“She scares me, my omega.” Your inhale stutters. “She’s angry. She won’t settle. I’m scared I’m going to lose control and she’ll come out again.” 

“You’re not going to lose control.” John says. Despite the heat of the fire you’re not much warmer, a cold chill shooting through your veins. “If it were to happen, we’re right here. We’ll get you through it.” 

You stare into the flickering flames, your breaths slowly coming back down to normal. John sits there, as still as a tree. You don’t want him so close to you, yet you can’t deny how comforting his presence is. For the first time in a while you don’t feel quite so out of control.

“Can we ever move past this?” You ask, your voice quiet and broken.  

“I like to think we can.” John says. “It won’t be easy, but if that’s what you want, we sure as hell will work to make it happen. Things won’t go back to the way they were, and they shouldn’t. You deserve better than what we gave you.” 

You don’t respond because you can’t. His words float around in your mind, replaying over and over. You want to believe him. You desperately want to believe him, but a deep part of you can’t. He’s made promises before and then broke them. How can you trust this time will be different? 

The creak of the stairs wakes you. It’s jarring, pulling you out of a sleep you didn’t know you were in. You’re on the couch in the living room, bundled under a blanket with a decorative pillow under your head. You don’t remember moving to the couch. The fire is nothing more than embers now, but it feels warmer in the house. It’s dawn, the grey light streaming in through the window, chasing away the shadows of night. 

“What are you doing out here?” A gruff voice asks you. 

You groan, rubbing your eyes. “Fell asleep.” 

“On the couch?” 

“Think I was on the floor first.” You yawn, pressing your face back into the pillow. “Don’t remember getting to the couch.” 

“Why?” 

“Got cold.” Your voice is slightly muffled as you pull the blanket up higher. 

Simon lets out a sigh before moving around the couch to the fireplace. He adds a couple logs in before lighting it again, the fire crackling back to life. You’re half asleep already as another blanket is draped over you, tucked up around your neck. There’s a feeling of a hand brushing over your head, but that may have just been your imagination as you drift off back to sleep. 

You don’t get to sleep long, more footsteps coming down the stairs waking you. A hand does brush over your head this time, the scent of the beach filling your nose. You let out a groan, trying to snuggle deeper into the blankets. 

“Sleeping out here this morning?” Kyle’s soft voice reaches your ears. 

You grunt, chasing the quickly fading edges of sleep in your brain. 

“Breakfast is ready, if you want to get up.” 

You are hungry. There’s a quiet rumble of your stomach as you begin to register the smells coming from the kitchen: bacon and eggs and coffee. Johnny is making the coffee most likely. Maybe you’ll have some this morning. You might need it with how groggy you feel. 

You stretch out on the couch, trying to breathe some life into your limbs. It’s not the most comfortable couch, definitely not for sleeping, but it’s better than the floor. It was likely John that moved you. You’re not quite sure how that makes you feel. 

You don’t remember falling asleep after your little talk last night. You’re not sure how that moment of vulnerability makes you feel either. There was a time when you wouldn’t have thought twice about going to your alpha with such concerns and tumultuous feelings. There was a time when you would have sought him out for the comfort and stability you need right now. 

Things are different, though. Things have changed. 

You run a hand over your face, thinking back to the groggy conversation with Simon this morning. You’re not quite sure it even happened, or if you dreamed it. There’s two blankets on you, however, and you distinctly remember feeling the second one being draped over you. 

It’s a touching gesture from the specter in your life. Once again he’s been reduced to a shadow, a figure lingering only because he has to. The distance that had once been so close to closing has widened into an impossibly wide canyon. You’re not sure it’ll ever fully close again. Too much has transpired in such a short amount of time between the two of you. He’ll never forgive himself, and you’ll never be brave enough to force it again. 

You push yourself up to sit, joints cracking from being stuck in one position for so long. You blink slowly as you sit there for a moment. It’s warm in the house, almost too warm now with your body warmed from sleep. Dr. Keller is sitting at the table, a steaming mug in front of her. Tea, most likely. Maybe coffee. You’re not quite sure. She gives you a soft smile as you rub a hand across your face again. 

You feel groggy as you push yourself up to stand, letting your stomach and feet guide you towards the smells coming from the kitchen. Kyle guides you to the table with a promise of making you a plate and you take your usual seat at the end of the table facing the kitchen. Dr. Keller is to your left this time, coffee in her mug judging by the smell. 

“How did you sleep?” She asks, her hands wrapped around the mug. 

“Fine. Got cold.” You say, resting your head in your hand.

“John turned the heat up a bit. We can get you more blankets if you need them.” Dr. Keller says. 

You hum, letting your eyes close for a moment. You won’t complain about more blankets, more soft things to lay with. There is one thing you wish you had, though. You’re not quite sure how to ask for it, or that it would even be possible to get. 

You jump when a hand touches your back, not realizing you had even dozed off sitting there. 

“Sorry.” Kyle says, setting a plate on the table in front of you. “Food’s hot. You want coffee or tea.” 

“Coffee.” You say instantly, earning a wide grin from Johnny as he takes his own seat at the table. 

“Even split this morning.” He says cheekily, setting his own mug down. “Three against three.” 

“Tea is still the superior choice.” Kyle says from the kitchen. “Better for you anyway.” 

“Coffee has a lot of health benefits as well.” Dr. Keller says. “So long as you don’t add too much sugar into it.” 

“See.” Johnny says, giving them a victorious grin. 

“She said so long as you don’t put too much sugar in it.” Kyle says, carrying over your mug of coffee. “You’ll get diabetes from how much you add in.” 

“Two spoonfuls isnae too much.” He turns to look at Dr. Keller. “Is it?” 

Dr. Keller gives him a worried look. “You might be pushing it there.” 

Johnny’s grin turns into a pout. “What do ye mean?” 

A ghost of a smile tugs at your lips as you quickly shovel a forkful of eggs into your mouth. As much as the deep pain of trauma and their decisions ache in your chest, you have to admit you missed this. It’s the least tense you’ve seen all of them in the last few weeks. Even Dr. Keller’s shoulders don’t seem quite so squared as they have been. 

A part of you feels guilty about it. It is your fault deep down. You’re the one keeping them all on edge, driving that wedge between them over and over again. Deep down you’re the one causing the heavy weight that’s settled over the house. You wish you could just go back to normal, you wish you could just wave a wand and make yourself okay again. You wish you could ease their pain just a little bit. 

The eggs suddenly don’t taste quite so good anymore. 

You force them down regardless in favor of causing another scene, in favor of dragging the mood down. They deserve a little lighthearted moment after everything. They don’t need to know the inner turmoil plaguing your mind. 

Simon shifts next to you, his eyes darting to glance at your face. You can feel them, the intensity of his gaze just as sharp as it had been back in the beginning, back before he looked at you with fondness. He’s stiff as he sits there, almost as if he can sense the storm raging inside of you as you force yourself to pretend that you’re fine in favor of keeping the bright mood that’s settled over the table. 

Maybe he can sense it. He is an alpha after all. It’s his job to know, to understand. You glance across the table at John, his eyes on his phone as he sips his tea. 

Your gaze drops down to your plate as you pick up a piece of bacon, your heart shattering just a little bit more. 

“‘S too early.” You whine as hands pull the blanket off of you. Cold air nips at your skin, making you curl up in a ball. 

“It’s noon. Come on.” A hand closes around your arm, gently shaking you. “You want to get up.” 

You let out a whine, pinching your face up. “No.” 

“Trust me. It’ll be worth it.” Kyle says, brushing the hair back from your face. 

“Why.” You say, letting out a huff. 

“We’re going on a little trip.” Kyle pulls you up, forcing you into a seated position. “Dress warm.” 

You’re alone in the room again, the door left open. Light streams in, making you squint against the harsh intrusion. A quick glance at the clock reveals it is, in fact, a little past noon. You took a nap to make up for a night of tumultuous sleep, one of the few things you have to do here in this prison. Nap and read. It’s a lot like your life before the cottage, before everything that happened, except now you’re stuck with your pack around you at all times. 

You almost miss the times they were away. 

You’re half tempted to go back to sleep, but you’re too awake now, and the light streaming in the doorway is making it hard. It was done on purpose, left that way to prevent you from falling asleep again. 

You let out a huff as you maneuver yourself so your legs dangle over the edge of the bed. You try to blink the drowsiness away, no matter how much your brain is trying to chase the last lingering threads of sleep quickly receding. The nap hadn’t been nearly long enough, but judging by Kyle’s eagerness, they let you sleep a bit longer than they wanted. 

You let out a sigh before pushing yourself off the bed, moving to the dresser. You pull out warm clothes, quickly changing. You have no idea what they have planned, what’s going on. There was no frantic rush, Kyle’s energy more excited than anything. It makes you a bit worried as you step out of the room into the living area. 

They’re all waiting by the door, watching you as you approach them, rubbing your eyes. 

“Come on,” John says, setting a pair of shoes on the floor. “Boots on.” 

“What are we doing?” You ask, moving forward automatically. 

“We’re taking a little trip.” Kyle answers, repeating what he told you in the room. 

You look at him cautiously as you step into the boots, pulling them on. You haven’t been away from the cottage since you arrived two weeks ago. You’ve barely been let outside, weather permitting. It’s an overcast day today, the world grey outside, but grey is better than rain. 

“Ready?” John asks as you stare at him. 

“I guess.” You say, still a bit hesitant. 

They make no effort to ease your discomfort and nerves. 

You’re led out the door and towards the cars by Dr. Keller. Her face is brighter than it has been lately which doesn’t help your nervous energy. She’s excited too, just like the rest of them. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. Maybe it’s the anxiety of leaving after being trapped inside for so long. You just want to know where you’re going, what it is you’re going to be doing. 

Dr. Keller ushers you into the back seat of one of the cars, getting in the other side. Kyle and John climb into the front while Johnny and Simon get into the other car. 

You watch the green pass by as they drive, taking in the new landscape. You don’t remember arriving at the cottage. You don’t remember most of the trip at all. It’s all a blur in your memory, much like the events that transpired after your omega took over had been. You wish you could remember the trip over those events. You’d take green rolling hills over your own hands taking lives. 

It had been jarring waking in the cottage for the first time. A new place, the lack of memories getting there. You’re beginning to get tired of the pattern. You half expect to fall asleep and wake up somewhere new again most nights. You wouldn’t know any better. A slip of a pill into some food and you’d wake up somewhere halfway across the world. 

You like to think they’d at least warn you beforehand. 

John pulls the car into a parking lot, parking near a line of trees. Johnny pulls into the parking lot behind John, parking near the entrance. It’s on purpose, you know that much. Everything is about safety and making things look as inconspicuous as possible. Anyone could be a rat. Anyone could be watching. 

It’s windier here as you step out of the car, even though you haven't gone far from the cottage. Walking distance, if you were up for a hike. You’re not. 

“Come on, kitten.” Johnny says, guiding you through the parking lot and towards a path. 

You still don’t know what’s happening as you follow them, Johnny holding your hand as you step onto the rocky path. He leads the way, the others following. John is behind you, hovering in case you slip in the gravel. You do your best not to, despite how quickly Johnny is leading you. He’s more eager than Kyle had been, and you’re sure he’d be running if you could keep up. 

You begin to figure out what’s happening as the sound of waves crashing on the shore gets louder and louder. Your chest starts to constrict with emotion as the trees start to get sparser and sparser, a cliff edge visible over Johnny’s shoulder. You want to run now, you want to break ahead and race your way to the edge of the cliff. Johnny, even in his excited state, would catch you before you could take off and potentially hurt yourself. 

You might hurt yourself just trying to run. 

You hate it. 

The land opens before you as you reach the edge of the cliff. The expanse of the sea seems daunting so close, grey and choppy from the wind. Salty air blasts you in the face, rustling your jacket as you stand there above a small beach. It’s empty, but that’s expected for late fall. All the tourists have gone home, those with vacation homes back in better weather for the winter. 

You’re glad you’re alone. You wouldn’t want anyone else ruining this moment. 

Kyle’s fingers wrap around yours as you stand there, staring down at the beach below. “Come on.” 

The gravel turns to dirt as it winds down the side of the cliff, getting steeper as you near the beach. You do nearly slip as you follow Johnny and Kyle down to the sand, your boots quickly getting muddy. You’re glad for them, understanding why John chose boots over more comfortable shoes. 

You pause as your feet sink into sand. You stare out at the water, at the white crests of waves crashing onto the shore. It’s real. It’s not just some mirage, some painting in the background of your life. It’s really here. You’re really here. 

No one says anything as you take a few steps forward before squatting down. You scoop up a handful of sand, letting it slip through your fingers. It’s coarse against your cold skin, thicker and rockier than the sand you’re used to, but it’s still sand. It’s still a beach. 

You’re at the beach. 

You scoop up another handful of sand, letting it run through your fingers again. You want to put some of it in a jar and set it on the nightstand at the cottage. You want to stare at it and remind yourself you’re really at the coast, you’re really just a short drive away from the sea. You want the sand to sink into your skin and flow through your veins and fill every crack that’s formed in your mind.  

You’re really here. 

You stand up straight, staring out at the water again. Your pack is still behind you, silently watching you. You shuffle forward a couple steps, waiting for one of them to stop you, to grab you and keep you from getting closer, but none of them move. You widen your steps, treading through the soft sand until you reach the edge of the wetter sand where the water was earlier. It’s easier to walk on as you continue to approach the water, the sound of your pack treading through the soft sand disappearing behind you as you get closer and closer to the water. The waves flow up the beach, your feet getting closer and closer to where that water stops. 

You half expect them to stop you as you step forward, letting the waves hit your feet. The salty water washes away the mud and sand clinging to your rubber boots, rushing up over the tops of your feet. You stare down at the water, watching it surge upward and around your ankles. You’d keep walking if you were brave enough, let it get higher and higher until it soaked your clothes, but you know they’d stop you. It’s far too cold to risk getting wet. You can feel the chill of the water through your boots as it flows over your feet. 

You’re not sure how long you stand there, watching the water rush back and forth, feeling the pressure of it against your boots as you stand in the waves. You’re really here. You’re really standing in the sea. 

You finally turn after what seems like an eternity, making your way back up to the softer sand. All of them are standing in a line, watching you. You wonder what’s going through their heads, what they feel standing here. Relief? Happiness? Guilt? Shame? The wind whips at your back, coming right off the water, blowing their scents away from you. What you wouldn’t give to be able to smell them right now. 

Tears burn your eyes as you make your way up towards John, trudging through the sand. His cheeks and nose are pink from the cold wind, his beard longer than you’ve ever seen it. You don’t remember the last time you’ve really looked at him up close. His gaze is uncertain as he stares down at you, trying to gauge your next move. He can’t. You know he can’t and it makes you feel powerful. 

It shouldn’t, but it does. 

“Thank you.” You say finally, a tear sliding down your cheek. “Thank you.” 

You can hear them. They don’t know it, but you can. They think they’re speaking quietly, but in the silence of the morning, you can hear almost every word. Dr. Keller’s protests, John's quiet insistence. 

Leaving. 

That’s the word that caught your attention. Leaving. Someone is leaving. Someone is separating themselves from the pack again, and not just for a trip to town to go to the store. This meaning is different, it hangs differently in the air. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea right now.” Dr. Keller says, her voice just barely audible through the open sliding glass door. It’s open just a crack, just enough to hear what’s transpiring inside. 

“We won’t have another chance.” John says, his voice insistent. “We have to do this. She deserves it.” 

She. You. Whatever it is, it involves you. It always does. You can’t remember a time over the last few weeks when it hasn’t been about you. It’s always about you and you hate it. You almost wish things would go back to the way they were before, when you were a second thought, the one left behind.

You’re going to be left behind again. 

“John-” 

“I know.” John’s voice is louder again. “We have to do what’s best for our pack, and right now this is it.” 

The sliding door opens, the conversation over. Your stomach is churning, nausea eating its way up your esophagus as John crosses the deck towards where you’re seated. His steps are slow and quiet, almost like he’s approaching a wild animal. He might be, depending on how this conversation is going to go. 

How are you going to react? You expected it eventually. They’ll always leave, they’ll always put you last and think about themselves first. Are you upset? Are you angry? Is it a relief? 

You wish you could feel something right now. Instead you feel numb. Another promise broken, another lie told. 

“You’re leaving again.” You say, staring out at the horizon as John takes a seat next to you. You need to get it out first, say what you know before he can say it and break your heart again. 

He lets out a quiet sigh, leaning back in the chair. “We are, but you’re coming with us.” 

You turn to glance at him, taken aback by his words. You’re leaving too? You hadn’t considered this. The cottage is your prison. You are Rapunzel trapped by the Mother Gothel that is your pack, stuck in the tower for the rest of time. 

Leaving? 

“There’s something we need to take care of back in the states.” John explains. “You’re coming with us.” 

Back in the states? What could possibly be there that is left for you, for your pack? 

You don’t like the sound of that. You don’t like the sound of that one bit. 

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omega soap would be everything an omega "shouldn't" be but boy would alpha reader be a simp for him

Omega!Soap is loud and proud, he has a tempter that soldiers have but omegas shouldn't have tempers. He mouths off to anyone if he doesn't respect them, not giving a damn if they're an alpha or omega. He's so rigid in his morals.

And that's part of why you love him. You love that he's not a typical omega and you wouldn't change that for a single thing. You can love him as he is, and that's why he respects you. Why he submits to you.

And it's such so much sweeter to have him submit out of choice rather than omega instinct.

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ROSIE!, alpha!simon riley x omega reader

in which captain price sends alpha simon on a much needed vacation to his secluded countryside cabin, but leaves out a most important detail- he has a live in omega caretaker to care for his little cabin when he’s away! and she’s the prettiest, sweetest little thing that simon ever did see..

warnings: alpha/omega universe, mentions/depictions of abuse, smut, pregnancy, kind of forced proximity?, ill add as i go...please note that i know NOTHING about COD but i am in love with the 141 guys and this has been rotting in my brain. absolute fucking filth. simon fucks us good and proper okay? size kink kinda? whatever that kink is where hes so big you can feel him your belly, raw dogging, mating press, slight choking i think, finger sucking, bed breaking, mind shattering smut, mama/papa kink kinda?

hello my slutty little friends :) i miss y'all. work has been absolutely kicking my ass, i love what i do (pet groomer) but there are days when i walk out of my salon and damn near collapse here lately from how exhausted my body is. how have y'all been? whats new in y'alls worlds?? lemme know what you think!

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CHAPTER FOUR: mine?

The warmth that had lulled you into sleep hadn’t left, but something had changed. You stirred, blinking groggily as your body registered the shift—Simon was no longer beneath you. Instead, the scent of him still lingered, thick in the sheets, a heady mix of spice and earth that made your Omega whimper at the loss of his warmth. You let out a soft noise of protest, stretching, only to realize how sore you were. Not unpleasantly so, but enough to remind you exactly what had transpired before you’d passed out.

Your thighs still trembled slightly as you tried to press them together, but they were held apart by the weight of an arm draped lazily over your waist. You startled slightly, before turning your head to see Simon lying next to you, propped up on one elbow, watching you. His eyes were sharp, studying you intently, darkened with something unreadable.

“Mornin’, babygirl.” His voice was thick with sleep, raspy and deep in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. His lips quirked slightly when he saw the way you clenched your thighs together at the sound. “Still sore?”

You swallowed thickly, nodding slightly, your body still pliant from exhaustion. His smirk widened, but there was something else in his expression too—something softer, something bordering on concern.

“Didn’t mean to wear you out too much,” he muttered, voice still rough as his hand slid over the curve of your hip, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles against your skin. “You alright?”

You should be embarrassed. Should be shy about how easily you’d fallen apart for him, how you’d given yourself over so completely in the throes of your heat—but you weren’t. Not when Simon looked at you like this, like he was already planning to do it all over again, but only if you wanted him to.

Your Omega purred at the touch, leaning into his warmth instinctively. “M’okay,” you murmured, letting your fingers curl against his chest. You felt the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the quiet rumble of his wolf just beneath the surface. “Jus’... didn’t think you’d still be here.”

His brow furrowed slightly at that. “Where else would I be?”

You hesitated, looking away, but he didn’t let you. A firm hand caught your chin, turning your face back towards him. His eyes were molten, burning with something unreadable.

“You thought I’d leave?”

Your lips parted, but no words came. You weren’t sure how to explain it—the fear that always lingered in the back of your mind, the expectation that any Alpha who touched you would eventually get bored, would walk away and never look back. It had happened before. It would happen again.

But Simon didn’t look amused. In fact, he looked… pissed.

“You really think I’m that kind of man?” he asked, voice dangerously low. His grip on your chin wasn’t painful, but it was firm, forcing you to look at him, to see the raw honesty in his expression. “That I’d just fuck off and leave you after that?”

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to shrink away. “I don’t know…”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. His wolf bristled, displeased with your uncertainty. “That’s not how this works, Rosie. Not with me.”

His hand slid down, wrapping around the back of your neck, his fingers threading into the fine hairs at your nape. It was possessive, grounding, making your Omega preen beneath his touch.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured, voice a low growl that sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. “You understand that?”

You swallowed thickly. “Mine?”

He nodded once, firm, unwavering. “Mine.” His thumb brushed against your pulse point, feeling the way it thrummed wildly beneath his touch. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

Your breath hitched. The weight of his words settled deep in your bones, heavy and absolute. You should be scared. Should be wary of how quickly he was claiming you, of how easily your wolf accepted it.

But you weren’t.

Instead, you shuddered, nodding as a quiet whimper left your lips. “Okay.”

A satisfied growl rumbled through his chest as he tugged you closer, pressing his nose against your scent gland, inhaling deeply. “Good girl.”

You melted into his touch, letting yourself be held, letting yourself believe—for once—that maybe, just maybe, this Alpha wouldn’t leave you behind.

That maybe, this time, you’d finally found someone who would stay.

Simon’s lips brushed against your scent gland, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine. He inhaled deeply, letting your scent seep into him, filling his lungs as his wolf preened in satisfaction. His mouth moved lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your skin, each one more insistent than the last. His teeth scraped along the sensitive gland, and you whined, tilting your head further to the side, giving him full access.

“That’s it, babygirl,” he murmured against your skin, voice thick with want. “Let me mark you up proper.”

His lips latched onto your throat, sucking harshly, leaving bruises blooming against your soft skin. Hickeys littered your scent gland, dark and possessive, his claim on you made clear. You trembled in his arms, whimpering softly, your Omega utterly pliant beneath him. His hands held you firm, pressing you closer, keeping you right where he wanted you.

And then, he bit down.

Sharp pain blossomed for a brief moment before it was drowned out by pleasure so intense it stole the breath from your lungs. You gasped, body arching against him as his fangs sank into you, claiming you in the most primal way possible. His growl reverberated through your very core, a deep, possessive sound that sent a thrill through you.

Simon didn’t let go right away. He held you there, his teeth still buried in your flesh as he let his scent mix with yours, branding you as his. When he finally pulled back, he licked over the wound, soothing the sting, his eyes heavy-lidded, filled with something deep and raw.

“There,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Now, everyone knows who you belong to.”

You barely had the strength to respond, lost in the haze of his claim, the warmth of his presence, and the undeniable truth that you were his now.

Completely and utterly his.

Simon’s hand slipped down your body, slow and deliberate, exploring the dips and curves as if memorizing you. His lips trailed lower, kissing over your collarbone, down to the swell of your breasts, his tongue flicking over sensitive skin. You gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as he nipped and sucked, his touch growing more insistent, more reverent.

He guided you onto your back, his weight pressing against you, strong and steady. “Gonna make love to you now, babygirl,” he murmured, his voice like molten honey. “Gonna take my time, make sure you feel just how much you mean to me.”

And as he moved against you, slow but intense, every touch, every kiss, every whispered praise made it clear—you were his. Fully, completely, irrevocably his.

He started with your breasts, tearing the shirt you wore, an old one of John’s that you’d borrowed once upon a time and never gave back, with a satisfied growl your juicy tits bouncing as the fabric is torn away from them, released from their confines. You whimper as you watch him lick his lips, could swear that there’s slobber around his mouth as he dives in, tongue giving a long hot stripe from the underside of your left breast to the top of your peaked nipple, teeth pulling at it in the gentlest of ways as he stared at you, eyes never leaving yours as his hand, large and warm and callused cups your right breast, kneading the soft and supple flesh between his fingers, rolling the peaking nipple between his finger tips, tugging and pulling at it until you whimper, your chest pushing up farther into his mouth before he releases the one his mouth is on with a pop, having sucked a hickey around it without you even realizing, the skin puffed and purple and absolutely divine looking with the mark of his passions etched onto it. You whimper, missing the warmth of his mouth almost instantaneously, the hormones of your heat surging through you so messily that you needed him, needed to feel him everywhere, anywhere even..the slick coating your pussy was messy, leaking down onto your thighs and probably even onto the sheets beneath you, it would be a mess to clean out of the fabric, but you didn’t care not when he was between those thighs, his broad, thick frame making his way farther and farther down the valley of your pudgy belly, hands gripping onto the bits of fat above your hips as if he’s holding on for dear life as your hips buck up involuntarily, inviting him in of their own accord. 

You swear that you see his amber eyes roll into the back of his head, swear you see that wolf in him take the forefront. A growl comes from the back of his throat and with no warning he buries himself in your cunt, taking in the biggest breath you’d ever seen a wolf take, as if committing the sent of your heat to memory, as if there might be a time where he has nothing but the memory of the way your pussy smells..you realize that maybe there will be, that he’ll have to go back to his work with the military at some point and you start to feel sad, worried even though the feelings are fleeting as he munches down on your mound, embedding his teeth into the skin above your clit as if he’s trying to mark you there too, as if you would dare let another alpha see it after this. 

“S-si-” You stutter out, breathless as you feel his tongue lap at your pulsing hole, waiting for him to feast on you like he had the night before. His large hand is splayed over your pussy, holding you down as he growls, eyes shooting up to look at you as he starts eating, like he’s feasting on the most delicious meal he’s ever had. You throw your head back, hand shooting out to grasp at the hair on top of his head, to hold him there as your hips buck up against his face, stubble of his beard rubbing against the still sensitive skin from the night before as his tongue splays out on your folds, your messy, hot slick coating his buds. “Mmphf, please-please-” 

A low growl vibrating against your achy pussy, tears already near spilling form your eyes, oversensitive and he hadn’t even fucked you yet, hadn’t buried his surely long and thick cock into your weeping hole, bred you full of his seed.. “Already beggin’ f’me, lovie?” His voice his husky, bringing you back to the present, pulling your mind from your thoughts as he does, his other hand gently rubbing your supple thigh. “A’vent even done anything to y’ yet..” 

You sigh at his words, your hips still bucking up, as if chasing his mouth. Part of you wondered if it was your wolf controlling you, if she was such a horny little slut that she would chase his mouth with your pussy..it was nearly laughable. “Jus’ need you Si, please?” You preen, looking at the man with watery eyes and you could have sworn his chest had swelled with some kind of pride at the level of undone you already were. “Please..wanna feel you, want it so bad, please, please?” You were whining now, could cry even, and your wolf was whining oh so loudly, begging even for you to beg more. He rose up, fingers digging into the meaty flesh of your hips as he did, on his knees now, hard chest glistening with a sheen of sweat as he pulled you towards him, your legs spreading wider to accommodate the width of his waist, wrapping around him, caging him in as your thighs rested over his, you could feel the head of his hard cock brushing against your bareskin through his sweatpants, where it was stuffed down to one side. It felt..huge..too huge, even..it had been so long since you’d..been fucked, been stuffed properly and you weren’t sure if you could even fit the size of him inside of yo- ‘he’ll fit! I swear he’ll fit, we’ll make him..make it fit nice and good!’ goddess she was right. “Please, alpha, need you in me..i’ll be a good girl, i promise!” 

The grip on your hips tightened, and you saw him suck in a breath deep into his chest as he looked down at you, looking at you as if you were the only thing worth looking at in that moment. “Yeah,” He breathed, eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. “Y’gonna be good f’me?” One of his hands left your hips, sinking down to the waistband of his gray sweatpants to slide it down somehow getting them halfway down his thighs in one swift motion, his cock springing free. If your pussy could have fainted, you’re sure it would have. He was big, so gloriously thick and long that your mouth watered at the sight, cunt dripping more slick down your thighs. He groaned at the sight, eyes never leaving your cunt as he watched his cock slide over the glistening mound, back and forth, coating himself in your slick. “G’nna let me fuck this pretty little pussy? Fill it full with my cum? Get you nice and fat with my pups, hmm babygirl, tha’ what you wan’?” 

You whimper, nodding vigorously as you watch him, wolf howling in your head so loudly that you wanted to punch her. Your hips rocked every time he moved his cock upwards, dragging it across your already sensitive bud, as if you were chasing it, wanting to suck it into your pulsing, dripping hole.. “Please, please, plea-oh!” You were in the midst of begging again, chasing it again when you felt him notch his head in your opening, felt him push it in just the littlest of bits. “More, more!” You demanded, whining,  only to be met with a sharp smack to your thigh, causing you to yelp and jump, moaning as the motion pulled his cock into you deeper. 

“Aht aht, babygirl,” He says, voice husky, strained as if trying to control himself. “Y’not the one in charge ‘ere, yeah?” You pout and you can see his eyes widen, his hand comes up to grip you chin tightly, thumb rubbing gently against your lips. “None a’that now, yeah? Tryna make you a mama right now, right babygirl?” You nod, preening at his words, wanting him to fill you up just like your wolf wanted, wanted to make him proud, make him a papa. You gasp as he pushes himself in more, another inch of him notched so perfectly inside you, his thumb dipping into your mouth now that it’s open and on instinct you wrap your plump lips around the thick digit, swirling your tongue and sucking, moaning as he pushes in even farther, rocking his hips back and forth despite not even being fully buried in you. You don’t miss the moan, the way he has to scrunch his shut as you suck on his finger, as you clench down on his cock, already close to cuming all over it. 

“S’good, si, so good..” You groan, voice high pitched around his thumb as he gives you a particularly rough thrust, and you swear you feel his pelvis kiss yours, feel his cockhead brushing against your spongey cervix, ready for his seed. Your hips buck up again, sucking him in farther and you hear him mutter under his breath, feel his self control break. You can see the wolf come out and you’re so absolutely pleased with yourself when he growls so loudly, when he pulls his thumb out of your mouth you whine, though the loss only affects you for a moment. 

Before you know it, he’s gripped the back of your thighs with both hands,  spreading them wider a he pulls you up so that your ass is fully seating on his thighs, legs thrown over his shoulder as he bends you practically in half in one swift movement, pistoning his cock in you with what you know is superhuman speed, dragging little uh-uh-uhs out of you, completely rearranging your insides as he fucks you properly, arms wrapped around your knees, holding them to his chest as he bends your hips, plugging you so full of his cock that the two of you could’ve become one person, holding you so that you cant pull away. And why would you even want to? Why would you want this to stop? You didn’t, wouldn’t, not when he’s so deep in your pussy that you can feel him in your belly, can see him pushing in and out. Can feel it “righ’ he-re,” You whine, vision blurring as you fucks you so close to the edge of an orgasm that you know you’re done for. Somehow you find the strength to move your arm, lift your hand so it’s on your belly. Yes, yes, feel it! Oh he feels so good!  You press down when he thrusts back into you, hardly pulling out before your pussy sucks him right back in, and you buck, whining at the pressure of you touching him from the outside while he’s inside of you. It must feel good for him too because he practically roared when you did it, and now he’s got you fully bent in half, your knees up by your head even though they’re still thrown over his shoulders, his hands on either side of your head as he fucks you so hard you can feel your bed frame breaking, can feel the head board as it cracks in half, the new dip in the mattress as it buckles. “I-ung-si-feel…right..here-” You’re cumming before you can finish the sentence, pussy clamping down on him so hard that you feel him stagger, try to pull back from the vice you have on him. You’re breathless, panting even though you’ve done none of the work, tears that you didn’t even remember crying leaking from the corners of your eyes. “Feel you right here Alpha, so deep..so big..” You’re  babbling mess at this point, cant even comprehend the words coming out of your own mouth with you feel his cock start to swell, feel your pussy grip down on it harder, as if you’re about to cum again. 

“Thas’ it babygirl,” He pants, lips trailing across your tits, biting down every so often as he works his cock in and out of you, knot swelling as he watches the length of him in your stomach, feels you pressing down on him again. “Bein’ such a good fuckin’ girl, my perfect little omega huh?” You nod, whimpering, clawing at his shoulders as your thighs shake, overstimulated as he fucks you even harder than he had been before. The bed frame cracks even louder and you swear the bed jolts as it collapses, though it does nothing to Simon besides pushing him somehow even deeper into you, cock kissing your womb with such precision that there's no way you wont be knocked up after this. “Feel that? Feel my knot?” You nod vigorously, nails dug into his shoulders as tears of pleasure stream from your eyes, you feel something wet and hot on your cheeks, his tongue lapping at the salty liquid streaming from your ducts. “Fuckin’ gonna fill you up so good, hm? Wanna give me little babies? Wanna be a mama for me?”

“Please! Yes, yes, yes!” You keep chanting it, chant his name somewhere in there too and he keeps fucking you so hard as you chant to him some more “wanna make you papa, please, please!” so deep and raw that you swear you see stars, swear that you’re going to pass out until he stills, a low growl rumbling from his chest before you feel it, the hot ropes of his seed coursing through you, coating your insides, marking you as his somehow even more so than the mark now permanently on your neck. He moans your name, stilling inside of you once you’ve milked him as much as you can, your cunt squeezing him dry. He’s panting, you’re panting, your legs still over his shoulders when you feel his large hands caressing the back of your thighs, rubbing them as if to soothe the shaking, his thumbs moving back and forth over the heated, flushed skin, his lips kissing every bit of skin that he can find on your face. 

You fade in and out, your body thoroughly fucked and exhausted. You’re not sure when you pass out, or when he finally pulls himself out of you, albeit with a sad whine from you, but eventually he does, even much to his own dismay..

“I need a new bed..” You mumble as he pulls you up onto his chest, laying you on top of him so you can rest some more, your heat making your body exhausted from even the smallest of movements, he could only imagine how tired you were after being fucked properly like that. He chuckles at your words, at the fact that you thought you’d be sleeping anywhere but in his bed from now on. 

A while later, Simon lay on his side, watching you sleep, completely still save for the slow rise and fall of your chest. His wolf, for once, was calm, thoroughly satisfied by the scent of his Omega wrapped up in his arms, marked, and entirely his. His fingertips traced along your shoulder lightly, memorizing every inch of you.

Then your stomach rumbled, breaking the peaceful silence.

His wolf immediately snarled in his mind. You let her go hungry?! After everything? You absolute bastard, all you care about is burying yourself in her heat instead of taking care of her!

Simon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose before carefully extracting himself from the bed. He pulled off his shirt, tucking it beside your head so that even in sleep, you could still smell him, ensuring you wouldn’t stir from his absence. His wolf continued to berate him the entire time he slipped out of the room.

Once he was safely downstairs, he let out an exasperated sigh and muttered under his breath, “Shut the fuck up, you dramatic prick.”

His wolf merely huffed, though Simon could still hear the muttered insults as he moved into the kitchen to start making lunch.

He reached for his phone, dialing Price’s number. The line rang twice before the Captain picked up, his voice gruff as ever.

“Ghost. ’Bout time you checked in.”

Simon leaned against the counter, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… been busy with your live in..my mate.” It was the first time he had said it out loud, the first time that one of them had ever said it out loud. 

There was a pause, then a knowing chuckle. “Knew it. Knew somethin’ was different. How’s she doin’?”

“She’s… good. Sleepin’ now. Wore her out.” His wolf preened at the admission. “Didn’t realize it was the middle of the damn day. Haven’t even fed her yet.”

Price barked a laugh. “Christ, mate, already slippin’? She’ll have you wrapped around her little finger in no time.”

Simon scowled but couldn’t deny it. Before he could respond, Price continued, “Listen, I’m sendin’ Johnny your way. Bastard’s injured himself again, and I’m sick of listenin’ to him bitch. Keep an eye on him, yeah?”

Simon sighed but nodded. “Yeah. I got him.”

“Good. And Ghost?”

“Hm?”

“You take care of that girl. Make sure she knows she’s safe.”

A small, rare smile tugged at Simon’s lips. “Yeah. I will.”

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Broken Beyond Bearing | Part 3

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Part 1 found here | AO3

CW: A/B/O sexism I guess is what we should call this? Trauma reactions to doctors, awful in world politics.

Keeping his eyes on you Kyle’s concern rises with each shallow breath you suck between your teeth.

The nurse had been watching and held the door open as he directed Kyle to the first room on the right. Settling your body flat on the table he steps back, trying to give the nurse room to move. With two chairs, a small counter and a sink, and a ‘calming’ green on the walls the room looks exactly like he expects it to.

“How long ago was the exposure?” The nurse is taking your vitals and you stiffen as if your body hit rigor. “Ma’am if you don’t relax this is going to take longer.”

“Less than thirty minutes,” Kyle answers coolly.

The whine, primal and terrified, that comes from your throat as the blood pressure cuff is tightening has Kyle moving to where your head lays. Running the back of his knuckles down your cheeks he whispers to you. The scent of your fear, clear and uncontaminated with whatever afflicted you normally, flooded the room.

“Hey, hey. I’m here. You’re not alone. Everything will be okay.”

The nurse, an alpha by scent, makes a noise that pulls Kyle to look at him. The nurse, Johnson by the glance to his name tag, keeps his eyes on the monitor taking your blood pressure and pulse. Kyle focuses back on you. Your body regains mobility as the cuff is removed, eyes rolling like a horse looking for a place to run.

“Her vitals are all looking normal, the doctor will be in shortly,” Johnson shuts the door behind him. He must not be far enough away from the door when he starts talking to someone else. “Beta bitch in room one has track marks up both arms. I knew betas died from drugs more than any other gender but it’s wild to see that out here.”

Kyle would have stormed out the door to rip into the man if your hands hadn’t slapped into his, holding them tight. Pulling yourself upright from the reclined position you tuck your knees to your chest and rest your chin atop them. Letting go of his hands you curl them around your legs.

Sitting on a chair positioned next to the bed Kyle looks up at you, trying to catch your eyes.

Even when he could see the streaks of color through your irises no recognition lit your features. Concerned, Kyle stays sitting on the bed with you watching each breath and twitch. Nothing changes until the door opens with a faint knock.

“My name is Doctor Chen. Can you tell me what happened today?”

Like an automaton, you uncurl from your crunched position. Legs folded you straighten your back and rest your forearms on your knees palms aimed at the ceiling. Kyle had seen poses similar in meditation videos he would watch sometimes to give his mind a moment to relax. There is no peace in your pose. The width of your open eyes and the shallowness of your breath all remind him of victims he has saved from torture.

Memories that left their marks on his bones should not be reflected in your posture, he faced evil abroad and in the mirror to keep people like you safe.

He glanced at the man, dark hair, light blue scrubs, thick-rimmed glasses, and a white overcoat Kyle mostly associated with lab work. A quick draw of breath and Kyle marked him as an alpha. Dr. Chen did not look at you once, eyes staying firmly on him.

“We had an exposure to an allergen.”

Dr. Chen nodded once and sat on the small, wheeled stool that Kyle only ever saw in doctor’s offices. He wondered if they had to special order them or if they appeared in the building like fairies to offers of milk and bread. The man logged into his computer with a swipe of his name tag to an RFID reader and tapped a few buttons before turning to look at Kyle again.

“Do you know what the allergy was in reaction to?” He adjusts his glasses further up his nose.

“We don’t and would like to get some testing. Does this clinic do testing?” Kyle asked; all of his medical care happened on base.

Dr. Chen’s eyes glanced at you for the first time with a flare of his nose as he took in the fear salting the room with your uniquely beta scent. Kyle knew deeper than his marrow that you could turn off his brain and any explosive rage that he dealt with being an alpha. You didn’t use that now, but by the gods, he wished you would. The flash of disgust that whipped across Dr. Chen’s face ignited the soul-deep rage that existed with being an alpha.

“Dr. Chen,” the darkness, power, in Kyle’s voice brought the doctor’s face to him. “You will treat my wife with respect or I will ensure you don’t live to regret it.”

The cloying, nose-coating scent of Dr. Chen’s alpha rising to meet the challenge filled Kyle’s nose. He let the monster rise in his eyes, keeping his scent muted. Military training had to be good for something beyond the battlefield.

Kyle stands, placing his body between the doctor and the bed where you sit. Arms crossed and shoulders spread wide he used the mass of his bulk to show the barrier he could be. He didn’t know you, but Kate had seen something that prompted her to give them the care over you. You would not feel any harm if he could prevent it. You started to rock softly, eyes still unseeing. Then you begin to hum Edelweiss, effectively breaking the tension. Chen lost the staring match when he glanced at you.

“Do your job doctor, so I don’t have to.”

“That is out of line Mr—”

“Sergeant, special forces.”

Dr. Chen’s eyes narrowed but accepted the correction.

“Sergeant, your wife is doing fine by her visual inspection and her vitals agree. This clinic does not offer allergy testing but there are a few private practices here that you can call.” He turned back to his computer, typing in what Kyle assumed to be a summary of the visit today. “Most of what we do here for allergies is to stop the reaction and watch for any adverse effects.”

“I will need a copy of that report for our records,” Kyle stated it like a command he would give a private or a trainee. A firm ‘this is the course of action you will be taking’ that did not leave any room for questions or disobedience.

If Dr. Chen thought of arguing with Kyle, he kept it to himself. He left shortly after with a comment that Johnson would be in soon with the paperwork he requested. That is how Johnny found them, Kyle’s arms crossed and holding back his rage and you the juxtaposition of a peaceful body and an absent mind.

“You are more than you appear, wife,” Johnny took your hand, curling fingers around palms.

They wait in the cadence of your voice for nearly five minutes before Johnson appears, papers in hand. Kyle snaps a vice grip around the man’s wrist, pulling him close.

“Johnson. If I hear you telling tales about betas, and more specifically about my wife I will paint the walls of your room with colors not even crime techs will unsee.”

The man under his eyes paled quite impressively. Plucking the papers from his hand Kyle dropped Johnson’s hand and turned to his pack mate and partner in crime. Johnny’s thumb traced a track along the back of your hand as he watched the interaction play out before him.

“Can you carry her to the truck?”

Johnny’s eyes flicked as he watched the nurse flee from the room.

“Yeah. Up you pop bonnie,” he settled one arm over his shoulder and then the other before lifting you under the thighs to settle around his waist.

Still, you hummed, no life in your form. Kyle had a glare and a harsh, nose-blistering scent of rage for anyone who looked too long. Johnny settled in the back seat with you, buckling you into the middle so he could keep a hand on you and Kyle could check on you in the review mirror.

The drive home is tense, filled only with Kyle’s quiet mutterings about inexperienced winter drivers. When he turns onto the path home Johnny asks a question.

“What the hell happened in the clinic when I was on the phone with John?”

The steering wheel creaks under the pressure of Kyle’s hands.

“Nurse and doctor had some awful things to say about our wife, called her a drug addict, and couldn’t keep professional.”

“The hell? Why did they do that?” Johnny’s face in the rearview is tight with angry concern.

“It’s due to the beta laws that went into place ten…eleven? Yeah maybe eleven years ago.” Your voice is an unexpected addition to the conversation.

Kyle slows to a stop in the snow, throwing the truck in park and turning to look at you.

“What beta laws?”

He knows his gaze is harsh when you flinch back. Johnny wraps an arm around you and you settle a bit.

“There were laws on the books for a long time that weren’t really enforced,” you swallow and look from man to man before staring at your knees and continuing. “About how betas weren’t allowed the same personhood rights as alphas and omegas due to the lack of either consistent rut or heat. Apparently, the ability to do both is scary to the government. Several years back a group successfully passed a new law that said basically that betas should be treated like children, unable to sign paperwork without an approving authority, have bank accounts alone, apply for a credit card, or passport, you name it without the approval of an alpha or omega. In some places it went beyond that, stripping beta’s of all rights.”

Johnny muttered under his breath something that sounded like ‘What the fuck’ but Kyle kept his eyes on you.

“What happened to you?” His whisper hardens on your skin like ice.

There is no weak, scared beta woman here, only a beast that would peel him apart if he pushed. He didn’t scare her, but doctors did.

“No.”

Nodding once and accepting the answer Kyle turned back to driving. He would discuss this all with the guys after they had settled into bed. The interactions with the clinic staff were nothing like he had ever experienced before. Though as he thought of it he couldn’t remember the last time he had worked with a beta.

Simon and John step onto the porch as Kyle parks, as if they had been keeping watch for them.

The four men set about their tasks, hauling everything inside. You follow when Johnny reaches into the back seat and helps you out, hand tucked in his as he carries in a few bags. Simon sets about setting up the bed they picked for your room. Johnny settles you at the table, laughing and joking at you as he prepares a plate of food. Kyle and John set to work on creating the dresser. They don’t hear you laugh at any of Johnny’s stories but John points to you once and Kyle catches a glimpse of a smile. The sun slips away into the trees as each of the men finishes their task. Once the bed is made and the mattress settled on the frame John and Kyle lift the dresser into place.

The three men who had built things collapsed onto the couch facing the back wall of windows into the woods. Simon is settled between John and Kyle an arm dropped around each of them. You are standing on the back porch, head tilted back as you look at the ink-dark sky. The coat and boots you wear are those picked up today. Kyle didn’t think to wonder where Johnny had gone until he bounced down the steps with a bright bundle of fabric over one shoulder as he shoved a beanie on his head.

“Where ya going, Johnny?” Simon pitches his voice to carry but not to shout.

“Gonna give our wife a gift,” he winks at his lovers and pops out the back door.

Simon tightens the arm around Kyle.

“He loves you. That won’t change if he chooses to love someone new as well,” John murmured.

Kyle looked over at John who lay his head fully on Simon, nose buried in the scent gland at his neck. John licks the length of the gland causing Simon to let out a short whine.

Glancing back out to the back porch Kyle watches Johnny settle a shawl across your shoulders and sees in your profile confusion, hesitance. When you look down and clutch the shawl tight to your chest Kyle could only call the look on your face concerned acceptance. Johnny grinned at you like the sun had risen.

“To bed Simon, I can feel you grumble. Your rut starts soon. Let Johnny get our wife settled and let Kyle and I get you into bed.” John pushes up from the couch pulling Simon with him.

Kyle stands as well, eyes drifting to you and Johnny one last time. Standing side by side the two stare at the stars. John calls him from his observations and Kyle starts up the stairs after his lovers. His other lover will arrive with time.

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