#alpha!beau x omega!reader

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The Change: Beau

Summary: Beau's having a normal Saturday night when he catches a strange scent in the wind...

The Change

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x omega!reader

Word Count: 8,000ish

Warnings: language, angst, minor violence/injuries, fluff, implied smut

A/N: Y'all wanted more of The Change and I thought what better way to fill in some of the gaps than by taking a peak through Beau's perspective! While not 100% necessary to read The Change to understand this story, it's highly recommended!

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Saturday Night

“Dad, are you okay?” I turned my head towards Em, forcing a smile. She raised an eyebrow from her chair nearby the fire pit, a blanket over her lap. “You look worried.”

“It’s fine.” Shit. I bit my tongue but she was giving me that look again. That “we need to communicate openly, remember what the counselor said, dad?” look. I slumped down in my chair, trying to ignore the strong whiff of omega floating through the breeze. 

I could smell Em by my side. All sugar cookies, lavender, fresh linen, with that oh so subtle hint of fresh rain that was baked into the Arlen pack. Scenting had it’s limits though. It only worked maybe twenty feet or so away. 

So why the hell did I smell an Omega with rain in her scent but nothing else? We had some land to ourselves, a good ten acres, on the edge of the neighborhood. There was no feasible way I could be smelling an omega all the way up here.

“Dad!” Emily barked. I shot upright, looking around for any sign of danger. “What’s wrong with you? You smell…weird.”

“Weird?” I lifted my jacket collar and sniffed, something certainly off about it. She shrugged.

“You smell, like you did when you found me at the mine,” she said quietly. “You know, way on red alert. What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure…” I said, standing slowly. I was prepared to make up an excuse but Emily was watching with those big doe brown eyes and it made my heart clench. Communication. Right. “I uh, smell an omega which is weird when it’s only the two of us out here.”

Em smirked, a frown crawling onto my face. “Well there is one reason Alphas can smell an omega that’s far away when they aren’t in the pack. You know…soulmates.”

I blinked at her, cocking my head. “That’s not…your mom was-”

“Daddy.” I froze still, eyes locked on hers. “I mean this in the nicest way but you and mom are not soulmates. Your bond broke way before you got divorced and soulmates never get divorced. You care about each other but it’s not that soulmate love.”

“I thought you wanted me and your mother back together for the longest time,” I said quietly, slowly sitting. Emily slumped down, fisting her blanket. 

“Me too. But you’re happier here than I think I ever saw you with mom. What’d you tell me? Don’t settle for convenient and easy?” I smiled, reaching over to mess up her hair, earning a groan that made my heart happy. 

“Sometimes I forget my sassy child is full of wisdom,” I said.

“Going to traumatic murder camp and getting kidnapped will do that to you,” she said with a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes, chuckling as I ruffled it one more time. She’d been pretty shook up after everything last year and Carla didn’t love Em’s dark humor but the counselor said it was a healthy way for her to cope and shit, I wasn’t about to stop her.

These days, it was hard to tell anything even happened to her besides the occasional nightmare.

“I’m going to run out real quick and pick up some ice cream. Flavors?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “What?”

“Go find this little omega of yours. I can handle being alone,” she said. I stared at her, Em rolling her eyes. “Fine. You can have a sheriff come over.”

“Thank you,” I said, kissing her temple. “Put the fire out for me please when you’re done. I’ll be back soon.”

“Have fun finding your soulmate!” she teased, not noticing the way my heart jumped up to my throat at her words.

Twenty minutes later I was walking around town, following the growing scent of rain when something else mixed in. Something sharp, painful.

Danger. Omega in danger. Your Omega is in danger.

I took off in a sprint down the sidewalk, following the scent and turning the corner to a dark parking lot next to a pharmacy.

“Get off!” someone muffled a shout under a large hand, that someone being my goddamn omega, my soulmate, my everything. 

I drew my weapon and fired a shot in the air without thinking, nearly pulling the trigger on the two scumbags pinning her down.

Calm down. She needs you more than you want to hurt them. 

I reluctantly took a breath, listening to the inner voice in my head. “On your bellies. Hands on your head or the next one goes through your spine.”

The two assholes rolled off of her and I quickly glanced at the omega. Her cheek was scuffed up and she looked sacred but damn, she knocked the breath out of me.

Hairs prickled the back of my neck as I inhaled her scent. 

Fuuuuuuck. She smelled like fresh rain, she had that Arlen pack scent. My vision swam for the briefest of moments as my heart thudded happily at finding it’s soulmate. Alright, I could be a pile of mush later. I needed backup and these guys restrained before I not so accidentally started shooting off pieces for touching her.

“Mam’, are you alright?” I asked. She nodded quickly and thankfully it looked like they hadn’t done more than knock her to the ground before I was able to step in. I pulled out my phone, shoving it between my shoulder and ear. “Dispatch, this is Arlen. I need two squad cars at the Rite-Aid pharmacy off of Main. Two suspects in custody. Attempted assault. Vic appears okay besides some minor injuries.”

“We’ll have two cars over in under two, Sheriff.”

“Thanks, Abby,” I said, staying on the line but shoving the phone in my pocket just in case. I secured one man with my cuffs but I needed something else unless I wanted to sit on top of this guy. Meanwhile, the omega was scrambling across the pavement, trying to pick up the items she’d bought into the plastic bag in her hand. She reached for a small pack of zip ties, slightly odd to pick up in the middle of the night but I’d hold off on my judgment.

“Mind if I borrow that?” She let me take the package and remove a tie, securing the second man, albeit he could get out if he really tried. “Thank you mam.”

She was clearly petrified and putting on a brave face. She shoved a bottle of pills in her bag as I asked her once again if she was alright.

“Never better!” She said in an abnormally high pitched voice. She popped to her feet before I could help her up, a slow sigh escaping me. “Uh, thanks.”

Be a calming presence for her.

But then she was trying to leave down the dark parking lot again and I grabbed her arm on instinct. Didn’t she realize the safest place for her was by my side? “Whoa, whoa. These guys can’t do anything to you. Backup will be here in two minutes tops. I know you want to get home but we need a statement and you should get that scuff cleaned up by a paramedic. Hell, I can do it for you back at the station.”

She just kept staring at me and alarm bells were going off in my head. Did she have a concussion? Did she hit the back of her head? Okay, she needed to be seen by a doctor right now. “Alright. I think you hit your head a little harder than we both realized when they knocked you down. Why don’t you take a seat-”

I was not expecting my dream girl to proceed to knee me in the dick so hard my life flashed before my eyes. I heard a sorry squeak out as she took off and I lay on the ground, trying to get my bearings.

“Nice one, sheriff,” snided one of the men in custody. I grunted, kicking him in shoulder as I sat up. “Fucker, you can’t do that!”

“If it were up to me, I’d beat the shit out of you, drop you off a cliff and let the animals eat you alive.” I rolled to my knees and got up as a squad car showed up, an officer running out.

“You alright, boss?” I waved him off. 

“Read these two their rights. I’m going after the victim,” I said, jogging past him and down the street, catching tail lights in the distance. I made it to my truck and was on the road just as she turned left about a mile away. I cursed as I lost sight but then I rolled down my window, taking a deep breath.

Her scent was subtle but I followed it down a dirt road and up a barely there path through the trees to a rundown looking cabin. There was a light on inside and I jogged up to the door when her scent was stronger. “Miss? It’s Sheriff Beau Arlen. We met just a short time ago. I’m doing a wellness check. Please answer the door.”

The omega ripped open the door, the fear from before replaced with etches of worry. 

“Hi. My dad fell earlier today. I think he broke his leg. He’s in the bathroom.” Oh, this poor thing. I nodded, giving her a smile. 

“Okay. We can call an ambulance and-”

“He’s terrified of public places. Of catching the…sickness.” Sickness? What the hell was she talking about? “I know he needs a hospital but is there any way we can limit the number of people he’s around? Like a doctors office or something?”

I breathed deeply, picking up on her father’s bland scent indicating he was Beta. But in her own home this Omega should have smelled like something more than fresh rain. Anything at all. 

Shit, she smelled like Emily had before she fully presented. Like a blank canvas. But how the hell had this woman in her early thirties that was presented as omega not smell like one?

“How the hell…” I shook my head. She simply hadn’t had a proper heat before which in theory was possible if she hadn’t been around an Alpha during her cycle before. Strange but not completely unheard of. A groan in the background had me straightening myself. “Alright. I’ll see what I can do to accommodate his…needs.”

She thanked me and attempted to have me leave but I was already texting dispatch, telling them I was about to have a first time adult heat. God, I remember when Carla had hers. She was bent over in pain one second yelling at me for existing and trying to jump my bones the next telling me how much she needed me. Even though I was struggling through a damn rut in exhaustive pain.

That should have been my first clue that her needs would always outweigh mine.

I sighed when our argument turned heated, the poor little omega in front of me overwhelmed with fear and hormones and likely a good dose of paranoia. She collapsed as I caught her in my arms, gently laying her down to the ground.

“What the hell did you do to my daughter!” shouted her father from a room off to the side. “You infected her you-”

“Hey!” I barked, placing a pillow under her head and brushing the hair from her face. I stood and stormed over to him, wincing at the nasty piece of meat that was his leg. “You are going to tell me exactly what has been going on around here with her, with you, all of it.”

“You got her sick!” I squatted down, narrowing my eyes. He returned it, breathing hard. “You nasty smelling mutt. You bite her and I’ll kill you.”

“So you do know a thing or two about this situation,” I said with a smile. “Now. Tell me everything or this nasty mutt with a gun and a badge will start thinking you’re keeping your daughter locked away and doing some very nasty things.”

“I would never, you perverted-” I snarled, the Beta biting his tongue.

“Do not disrespect me. I am here to help her and her alone. Now she’s going into heat, uneducated and scared. Her body is going to be in pain and she doesn’t understand why all because you have lied to her for a decade. I would never be so cruel to my daughter.” He swallowed, his gaze going to behind me where she lay on the floor. “She will be fine but you need to tell me everything. Now.”

Five Hours Later

“Good evening, Dr. Y/L/N. This is sheriff Beau Arlen of the Helena police department. I apologize for the late call but we have a situation here with your father and sister,” I said from the corner of the hospital room where Y/N laid fast asleep. She’d awoken confused and more than a little…primal a few hours ago. I could only imagine what it felt like to go through your first heat with your soulmate sitting eight feet away. 

She smelled delectable, enough so I had to ask for some scent blockers for myself so I’d stop getting so damn horny around her. 

“Please call me Emmet. Are they okay? I haven’t heard from my sister in a decade so any news-”

“She’s alright Emmet. She’s currently at our local hospital being treated for her first heat. Your father broke his leg badly a few days ago and is in the ICU recovering from surgery.” Emmet swore on other line and breathed deeply.

“My father is paranoid, Sheriff. I called him on the night of the Change years ago and told him to take my kid sister out of the city for a few days until we knew what was going on. I called him five days after and told him it was okay to go back but they never did. I’ve explained to him over and over again that she is perfectly safe. I could never track him down.”

“They appear to be staying at an old cabin on the edge of town here,” I said, Emmet groaning.

“They went to grandpa’s hunting cabin? Jesus christ. I forgot that place existed. Is Y/N alright?” 

“She’s fine, Emmet. She’s a strong woman, her body just needs to catch up a little is all.” Emmet huffed.

“She was supposed to work at a big accounting firm. She got a really good job out of college and then she disappeared with him. The paranoid fucker’s probably kept her locked up there for years.” My heart skipped a beat. “Sorry. He wouldn’t hurt her. Dad’s just…always been overprotective of her. Always. Something happened when she was young and…yeah, he’s always been afraid of her getting hurt again.”

“Emmet, any information you can relay to me might help me understand your father better. I need to know if your sister has been at that cabin all these years of her own free will or not.” 

Emmet was quiet for a beat, a chair creaking as if he were sitting down in the background. “Our father was a lawyer. A prosecutor. He put away a killer…for a very dangerous and powerful family. I was in college at the time. They broke in one night and killed our mother and kidnapped Y/N. She was maybe four? I don’t think she even remembers. It took a few days to get her back and that was only because she bit one of them and ran away and out a window.” I smirked, closing my eyes.

“Always been tough as nails even when she’s afraid, huh.” 

“Yeah. Dad was different with her after that. Always blamed himself. Way too protective. She tried to appease him but she always wanted to live her own life too. The idea of her being claimed by someone-”

“He literally can’t handle it,” I finished. Emmet hummed. “Thank you for the information Emmet. I’ll speak with your sister more but I doubt we’ll press charges.”

“Mr. Arlen, I’ll be down in a few days. I need to speak to my sister, and father. I’m in Seattle these days and I think it’s best if she stays with me for the time being.” I cleared my throat, walking out of the room and to the hallway. “My father will need intensive rehab if it’s as bad as you say and then in-home care, both of which will be much easier to provide if I’m there-”

“Emmet, there’s not an easy way to say this so I’ll just spit it out. I got involved tonight because I was able to scent your sister from my backyard over eight miles away from where we met. Now, you’re a doctor. You tell me the only scenario in which that is possible.” Emmet was quiet, my heart hammering. “Dr. Y/L/N-”

“Are you a good man?” he asked. I sat down on a hall bench, glancing down.

“I’m divorced, I got ten years on her and a teenage daughter. I am by no means perfect. If she wants to go to Seattle, I will not stop her.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the wall. “But I can promise you, she will be safe with me and free to live her life. I do not intend to hold her back.”

“I seriously doubt my sister’s going to want to leave your side once her heat calms down and she realizes who you are to her,” he said with a hum. “Sheriff.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll take my dad off your hands once he’s ready for in-home care. Let Y/N live in a town without him for a while.” 

“What’s she like?” I asked, screwing professionalism for the moment. “You said she wanted to be an accountant?”

“Pft, god no. She would have worked at a bakery if she had her choice but you know how parents can be,” said Emmet. “You said your name was Beau, right?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well Beau, considering this is likely the first of many conversations we’ll have throughout our lives, a word of advice. If she wants to work at a goddamn bakery, let her. If you guys ever need help, just tell me. I got more than enough. I just want my baby sister to be alright.” I smiled, relaxing my shoulders.

“I appreciate it Emmet but I do alright on my own. Like I said, I will not be the one holding her back from whatever it is she wants to do.” I could feel her scent pick up, twitchy, wanting me nearby. “I got to run but I appreciate the talk and I’m looking forward to meeting you. I’ll make sure she gets a chance to talk to you tomorrow.”

I hung up and slipped back in the room, pulling my chair closer, her scent calming. My phone dinged and I frowned. What the hell was Emily doing up at 2 in the morning?

How’s the soulmate search going? Pop says hi by the way. We ordered pizza. There’s leftovers in the fridge if you ever come home tonight. Please tell me you’re not stalking some woman in the middle of the night. 

“This child,” I grumbled, typing a long message before my phone pinged again, eyebrows raised.

I can talk to her. I know more about being an Omega than you do to be fair. She’s probably scared. I can dig up those Change puberty books from the basement.

Thank you, Em. We’ll talk in the morning. Now get some sleep..

I frowned, shooting off another text.

Tell Pop if he eats all my mint fudge ice cream again I’m firing him. 

Too late. Night dad!

I sighed, resting my phone on my chest and sliding down in the chair. I kicked off my boots and propped my feet up at the end of Y/N’s bed. 

“So. Not how I imagined my first night with my soulmate,” I said quietly. “How about you, darlin’? Everything you dreamed of?”

She snored lightly in bed, rolling over on her side and staying in a deep slumber. 

“Well don’t chat my ear off, I’m trying to sleep,” I chuckled. She scratched her belly absently, breathing deeply. “Goodnight, omega.”

The Next Day

Despite an albeit awkward start to the day, the smile on Y/N’s face as she and Emily shared the far side of the booth and devoured a brownie sundae was putting a big on on mine. Y/N hadn’t had much of anything besides basic foods for ten years and she was ordering every greasy, fatty, sugary thing on the menu. 

It was kind of adorable the way she guzzled down a pile of poutine on her own and then asked for seconds.

“Is Y/N coming home with us?” asked Emily a little eagerly. I lightly kicked her shin under the table, Em pouting. “That’s child abuse.”

“Child abuse is you hitting me in the nuts with a baseball bat when you were four. Pretty sure you were trying to make sure you were an only child from the start.”

“I wouldn’t mind a sibling-“ I kicked her again, Emily glaring back. Y/N looked between us with a goofy smirk, gravy at the corner of her mouth.

“You guys are really cute. I wish I’d had that with my dad,” she said, her face falling momentarily. She cleared her throat though and wiped off her lips, glancing at me. “Your dad and I have to talk about a lot of things but in the meantime he said he had an idea about where I could stay. You guys have a trailer on your property?”

“Dad used to live in an air streamer when he moved here,” said Emily, smirking at me. “If you need a love nest-“

“Do not tell her about nesting,” I growled, Emily grinning like a Cheshire cat. Y/N blinked at both of us, her head tilting. I cleared my throat when I sensed her…fuck, she was horny as fuck.

Cool it with the Alpha voice bucko.

“Nesting is um, well…” I trailed off, Emily pipping right in.

“It’s when the Alpha goes all crazy and makes you a comfy bed with pillows and blankets and stuff so you can pass a heat surrounded by their scent. And to fuck in a lot but the scent stuff too.” I dropped my head to the table, a low whine escaping. “They teach us in health class.”

“In my health class all they did was show us pictures of STI’s,” said Y/N, her fingers grazing my scalp. I raised my head, heart skipping at the feel of her touch in my hair. Her face was so soft, so unlike the fearful one of last night. “Relax. I’m not going anywhere and Emily’s bluntness is appreciated.”

Emily glanced at Y/N and then myself, making an excuse to use the restroom. Y/N’s hand dropped to the table, a pout forming on my face. She giggled though, the sound calming me. “Can you…smell me, Y/N?”

“Sure,” she said coyly, laughing when I rolled my eyes. “I think so. I don’t quite understand it but I know you’re nervous. You like when Emily teases you but there’s something a little on edge with you. I’m still trying to figure all this out to be honest.”

“It’s okay,” I said, reaching a hand up and gently taking hers in mine. My thumb stroked over the back of her skin and I held it up, closer to her. “You won’t be able to do that with most people. Only your mate can you tell certain things. We don’t exactly understand that part of it yet.”

“I imagine it gets a bit complicated when you mix advanced evolution with metaphysical souls,” she said, tilting her head, turning my hand over and stroking my palm. Her big eyes stared at my skin, nose twitching when she inhaled. “Everything in my head says I’m a moron for trusting a strange man, that you could hurt me or worse. But then I do this…”

She tugged me closer, pulling my hand to her warm cheek, her skin velvety soft. Her bond pulsed hard under the skin of her neck, so subtle no one would notice but I could see it thumping away like it had it’s own heartbeat. Y/N’s eyes searched my face, looking for an answer to a question she didn’t know how to ask.

“There are some people that don’t believe in true mates. They think it’s just hopeless romantics making shit up,” I said, pulling my hand down, grazing her bond with my fingertips. Soft lips parted, Y/N’s eyes dewy at the touch. “Touch my neck.”

She tentatively reached across the table, letting me guide her hand to the left side. “My gland is much smaller but it’s there. Now push down on it.”

Y/N didn’t look convinced but gently nudged two fingers against the skin. I jerked back just as she did, a bolt of peacefulness shooting through my body. She rubbed her own gland, breathing hard. “What the fuck was that?”

“Think of it like there’s a rope connecting our souls. We just tugged on it,” I grinned, rubbing my chest. “So we can’t get lost from each other ever again. True mates form that bond even without the physical connection being met yet which is why you could tell I was nervous.”

Y/N smiled, placing a hand over her bond. “So that’s why you don’t feel so strange. Huh.”

“We can take this as slow as we want to,” I said, taking out my phone, checking the time. Y/N shoveled one last scoop of ice cream in her mouth before sliding out of the booth. “Where-“

“Emily has school in the morning. We should head out,” she said, catching Emily returning from the bathrooms. “We’ll meet you out front?”

“Y/N.” I hopped up quickly. Shit, was I making her nervous? I opened my mouth to speak but she was right there, placing a finger to my lips.

“It’s okay, sheriff,” she murmured, grazing her knuckles over my beard. “Just need a little girl talk.”

“About what?” I asked quietly.

“About…just trust me?” I held up my hands, Y/N backing away before popping outside with Em. 

“Sheriff,” said a deep, monotone voice. I spun around, Donno standing there with a styrofoam box. “Rhubarb pie.”

“I didn’t order-“ Donno shoved it forward, my hands barely catching it. 

“She wants it.” I raised my eyebrow, glancing outside to where Y/N and Emily were leaning against the truck. “She wanted pie and this is all we have.”

“Uh, thanks Donno,” I said. He half growled and I handed him my credit card. He grumpily took it behind the counter, handing it back with a grimace. “How’s things with Tonya?” 

He grunted and I chuckled. 

“Later, Donno. You and your girl stay out of trouble.” I ducked outside with the pie, the girls giving me a smile. “Everything all set?”

“Never better.”

“Hey, Em?” I asked after showing Y/N the airstreamer when we got home. She was downstairs talking to her brother, all sorts of giddy scents coming off her. “Got a sec?”

She put her phone down, frowning when I pushed it away and set it on the charger. “First off, it’s bedtime. Second, is everything okay with you and Y/N? I know everything’s been moving fast and if you want to talk about anything, I’m here.”

“We’re fine,” she said softly, giving me that look I’d seen in therapy too many times. I pouted, Em sighing. “She was…her body did something at the diner. She said you guys touched bonds which made her…you know…down there…”

“Oh.” I sat on the edge of her bed, holding my hands on my lap. “Was she embarrassed? I shouldn’t have-“

“No, she just wanted to make sure it was normal to…get all…slick and fuck, this is as bad as the sex talk.”

“I thought we did a good job with it,” I said, ruffling her hair. “Are you okay with her being here?”

“Duh,” she said, sitting upright and giving me a hug. “She’s your soulmate, dad. Of course, I want her to stay with us.”

I tucked her head under my chin, giving her a deep squeeze. “Dad. Too tight.”

“Alright,” I said, releasing her. “I’ll make sure Y/N understands you already have a mom and-”

“We kind of talked about that when you were paying.” Em shrugged. “Y/N said she didn’t want to overstep anything and said it’s probably best right now if we’re more like friends? Until we figure out what we want.”

“I’m going to have a hard time keeping up with you two staying ahead of me,” I chuckled, hearing a loud crash downstairs. I stood up, Em pouting. “Stay. Go to bed.”

She grumbled as I left and jogged down the steps. Y/N was bent over in the kitchen, her scent stressed but not in pain. 

“Y/N?” I asked. She popped her head up, swallowing thickly as I saw she’d dropped her bottle of heat medication and the pills had gone all of the floor. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”

I knelt down and started to help pick them up, Y/N moving farther away to pick up the scattered pills. I reached out and caught her wrist, Y/N’s breath hitching. She looked over her shoulder, body tense. 

“It was an accident,” I said softly. She looked down and I frowned. “Hey. I can smell you’re upset but we still need to talk. What’s going through that head? Did your brother say something?”

“No.” She shoved the pills in the bottle, waiting for me to deposit mine inside. The cap snapped on and she shot up, stepping past me for the front door. I caught up to her on the front porch, not touching her but holding up my hands. She squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her temple. “Please move. Better yet, take me back to the cabin.”

“...If that’s where you want to be,” I said. She went straight to the truck, barefoot, climbing inside. I got in after her, leaving my keys in my pocket. I could sense her agitation rising, especially when I turned towards her. “What did your brother say, Y/N?”

“He told me he contacted my dad right after the change. How dad would call him every few years. He didn’t know I thought he was dead all this time,” she breathed out. She shook her head, wrapping her arms tight around herself. “You have an idiot for a soulmate.”

“Now I don’t believe that’s true for a second. I-”

“Beau.” Y/N glared at me but her eyes were more watery than anything else. “You have a teenage daughter that knows more about how sex works in this world than I do. I’m…a child. You deserve so much better than me. I’ve never had a real job. I’ve never had my own place. Shit, my longest relationship lasted two months. J-Just throw me back in the woods so I can be alone.”

Omega in pain. Omega in pain. 

She moved as far away as possible, staring out the window as a primal urge in my head was trying to take over.

Protect her. PROTECT HER. Do your job. 

“No.” She shifted in her sheet, making her eyes as hard as she could. “I don’t care if you hate me. I will never abandon you. Ever.”

“I’m a fucking project, not a soumate,” she scoffed. 

“You think I’m perfect?” 

“Um, have you met you because yes, you are,” she grit out. I growled, her scent shooting through the roof as I leaned over and cupped her cheek. Her lips parted, breath mingling with my own. “W-What are you doing?”

“I don’t like when you’re mean to yourself,” I said, my voice lower than usual as I kept a tight control on letting my Alpha out. Y/N shivered under my touch and she looked away embarrassed. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed for making slick. You are in heat next to your true mate. I’d be concerned if you weren’t.”

“I don’t know anything,” she whispered, still not looking at me. “I don’t know how to be an adult or have my soulmate be someone way out of my league or what you want me to be to Emily. You have an ex-wife and you have such an important job and you’re single dad and it doesn’t matter how nice you smell or if you give me lightning bolts. I am and will be a burden to you.”

I sat back in my seat, breathing hard. Y/N sniffled, keeping her head low. “I know I’ve upset you, I can smell it.”

“I’m upset you’re upset. I’m not upset at you,” I said quietly. Every instinct I had said pull her into my lap, bite her neck and press the magic fix it button to flood her full of so much ooey gooey good feeling crap she’ll never remember why she had doubts in the first place.

Talk to her.

I swallowed, closing my eyes. “My partner died two years ago. He was my best friend.”

“Beau.” She unfurled her hands from her body surely because one of them was interlacing with my own. “I’m so sorry.”

“I blamed myself for a long time. For too long. For something out of my control,” I said, opening my eyes, finding her misty ones. “It drove my ex away. It drove Emily away too for a while. I’m so scared of loving someone else and losing them. Y/N, it took everything in me to not kill those men that attacked you last night. I am not fucking perfect and you are way way too hard on yourself. News flash, nobody knows how to be an adult. We’re all just pretending and a smart woman like you, hell you already are thinking of my daughter before I am. You are not behind. You are right where you’re supposed to be.“

“I…” She sighed, squeezing my hand. “I’m sorry that happened to your friend.”

“Did you get any of the rest of that?” 

“Yeah,” she said softly. “So we both need to take it easier on ourselves.”

“I got faith in us.” She wiped off her face as she nodded, her scent turning calm and gentle. “Come on. It’s been a long day and you’re at the tail end of your heat. You need to get some rest.”

“Dad!” I bottled upright in bed, groggy and reaching for my gun when Emily burst in the bedroom. “It’s almost seven. Move your ass. I’m not getting detention for being late again because of you.”

“Good morning to you too,” I mumbled, setting my gun back on the bedside table and flopping back against the pillows.

“Pro tip,” she said, whacking me with a pillow. I groaned, growling as I sat back up. “Maybe go make you and your new omega girlfriend some coffee? Not like she talked about coffee for like a solid thirty minutes with your coffee snob ass last night.”

“Someone’s got a mouth on her this morning,” I said, tossing back the covers, Em rolling her eyes as she left. “What?”

“I’m so going to be late,” she muttered, jogging downstairs. I grumbled, padding into the bathroom and getting ready for the day. Em was in a mood when I found her by the front door waiting for me but it was no big deal to me if she was late a few minutes. For one, that school started too damn early at 7:30. She had freaking study hall first period of the day which was just plain stupid. Plus that principal of hers had more than a few unpaid parking tickets I could leverage. 

I whipped up a cup of coffee and poured the rest in my thermos, tossing some half and half in the mug before whistling on my way outside. “Dad!”

“Five minutes, pumpkin. Why don’t you lock up and I’ll meet you at the truck?” I slipped outside, Em muttering again as I walked across the yard. WIth two knocks on the door of the airstream, it opened, Y/N half-asleep as she answered in last night’s clothes. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” she mumbled, perking up when I held out an orange mug. “Is that-”

“Coffee. Two tablespoons half & half. Hold the cream and sugar.” Her eyes welled up as she took the mug. “You really missed coffee, huh?”

“You were paying attention to what I said last night,” she whispered. I cocked my head, leaning my hip against the door jam. “Thank you for the coffee, Beau. I really appreciate it.”

“No worries.” The truck horn honked and I rolled my eyes, Y/N smirking. “I have to run before that one hotwires the car without me but I’ll be back and we can go shopping for whatever you need. Food. Clothes. Whatever you want. I’ll be back in about thirty.”

“Thanks, Alpha.” She stepped forward and pecked a kiss to my cheek, grinning when I blushed. “That’s adorable.”

“I’m from Texas. We don’t blush,” I said despite feeling the radiating heat on my face. She raised an eyebrow, her smile turning a hair darker. “Omega…”

“You know that only makes me want to find out how to make you blush more, right?” I pouted but didn’t mean it, Y/N seeing right through it. “All that for a peck on the cheek. I wonder how red I can get you when I properly kiss you.”

“Down girl,” I purred, adjusting myself and in desperate need of one of my scent blockers again. “Let’s cool our jets. Once we start playing around, it’s going to be hard for either one of us to not want to bond.”

“Sorry,” she said, not looking it one bit. She pressed the mug to her lips, eyes closing as she took her first sip. “Wow. Yeah, I’m so keeping you. This is the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had.”

“Well that’s a relief,” I chuckled, the horn honking incessantly in the background. “I’m sorry about the sassy child.”

“It’s fine. Take her to school. I’ll be here.”

“I’ll be right back, darlin’.”

Four Weeks Later

Y/N was tucked against my side, resting her head on my shoulder and draping her arm over my chest. Soft, slow breaths left her lips, nose buried against my pec. Oh so carefully I thumbed over the fresh bite mark on her neck. Ordinarily I’d think the best thing to do would be not touch it but instinct was telling me to gently soothe the ache away and her pain would be gone by the time the flood of hormones in her body dropped.

“How we feeling, Omega?” Y/N tightened her hold on my body, snuggling harder. 

“Fuzzy,” she mumbled, a smile on her lips. “You?”

“Fuzzy’s a good way to describe it,” I chuckled. “You did so well.”

“Not so bad yourself,” she laughed, eyes closing. “You smell even nicer now if that’s possible.”

“I know the feeling.” I stroked my fingers up and down her bare back, tracing patterns against the soft flesh. “So…would you maybe want to move into the house?”

“You really know how to pillow talk, babe,” she said against my shoulder, smirking against it. “And yes, I’m tired of being away from you guys.”

“Okie dokie.” Y/N snorted, lifting herself up onto her palms to look at me. “What?”

“You’re way too hot to be that adorable.” I shrugged, smirking as I gripped her waist and pulled her tight against my chest, earning a gasp. “Oh you want to play?”

“With you? Forever.” I grasped her chin with my thumb and finger, pulling her into a deep kiss. “Who’s ready for round two?”

Three Months Later

“Emmet!” Y/N squealed and jumped into her brothers arms the second I had the front door open. He laughed deeply, dropping his luggage on the porch to catch her.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m forty six years old. You’re going to throw out my back if you keep doing that every time I visit,” he laughed, spinning her around. “How you doing, kiddo? Keeping your Alpha in line?”

“She wishes,” I said, giving him a brief hug when he set her down. “Where’s Max?”

“She’s coming up on Saturday. Covering a double at the hospital,” said Emmet, giving Emily a hug when she popped out of the kitchen. “Em, mind helping me get the presents?”

She threw on her coat and boots, following Emmet outside as I saw Y/N’s father putter around their rental car. Emmet said something to him, the man giving Emily a brief smile before he carefully walked across the shoveled driveway.

“Darren.”

“Beau.” Y/N frowned at him, his jaw clenching when he saw the faded mark on her neck. “Emmet’s right. You really did claim her.”

Y/N stepped onto the porch, waves of powerful scent washing over us. “This is my house, dad. If you’re going to be a dick, you can go sit in a hotel room by yourself for a week while the rest of us celebrate the holidays. As a pack. Beau’s family is coming in tomorrow and you will not-“

“Down omega,” I purred, Y/N allowing me to pull her back a few steps. “She’s a tad defensive of me and Emily is all. Darlin’, why don’t you help the Em’s.”

A moment later Darren and I were alone. I nodded, walking him around the wrap around porch to the side of the house where a pair of rocking chairs sat. I took a seat in the far one, Darren hesitantly sitting in the opposite.

“Y/N and I like to sit out here in the morning and have our coffee together.” Darren grunted, lips pressed into a thin line. “How’s the leg?”

“It hurts,” he grumbled. 

“But you can walk on your own on it. Emmet says that’s a good sign.” He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Arlen, enough with the small talk. Say what you mean to say away from my daughter.” I leaned back, rocking a few times, enjoying the chill breeze.

“Your daughter didn’t want you to come. The only reason you are invited is because I asked her to give you another chance.” He scoffed. “You were pretty nasty when we showed up at rehab a few months ago and saw she was claimed.”

“You manipulated her into being with you. She doesn’t know it yet but you’ll turn on her. I know cops like you, especially cop mutts. Don’t blame me for seeing exactly who you are.”

“Well fuck you,” said Emily, appearing around the corner. 

Back off, pup. I got this.

Only she ignored the warning in my scent, the clear line she would have picked up in favor of storming over in front of Darren. “You’re an asshole.”

“Em-” 

“The mouth on you,” said Darren, frowning up at her. “You learn that from your father?”

“If anyone’s the manipulative asshole around here maybe it’s the guy who scared his kid into staying in a cabin for a decade,” she spit out. Darren opened his mouth, Emily holding up a hand. “My dad’s not perfect but thank god I have him. Bad stuff happened to both of us but he doesn’t keep me locked up. So maybe stop being an ass to the guy that makes Y/N happy for the first time in ten years.”

“Emily,” I said as she started to walk away. “Em!”

“Ground me but I am not apologizing,” she said, walking off back around the corner. I sighed, side eyeing Darren.

“You know what, you say and think what you want about me but don’t you dare speak ill of my daughter,” I said. “She has been through more shit than you could ever know so do not blame her for being defensive of her family which includes your daughter.” 

I stood, putting my hands on my hips, looking out over the barren yard, a light layer of snow dusting it.

“It’s not personal,” said Darren after a beat. “I’d hate any man that tried to take her away. I’ve hated all of her ex’s.”

“I know something about having a daughter that was kidnapped.” I turned over my shoulder, Darren’s face paling. “You didn’t keep her safe. You squashed her. From the moment I met your daughter, I’ve had to help her learn that she can have goals and dreams of her own. She lived her whole life trying to appease you. She will never do that with me. Never. So I understand the fear and pain of dealing with your little girl being taken and feeling like a failure as a father. But we have to let them go because our little girls are a lot stronger than us fathers give them credit for. Let them show us. The only person my kid mouths off with is me, her mother, and Y/N. Her parents. For her to do that just now means you really ticked her off. So stop protecting Y/N for one second and get to know that strong kid of yours.”

He was quiet, no words spoken between us as he rose.

“Your daughter reminds me of Y/N when she was younger.”

“Em adores Y/N…aside when Y/N goes mom mode and makes Em do her chores,” I chuckled. Darren cleared his throat. “The girls are still figuring out their roles but Y/N’s gotten more comfortable stepping into that parental role. They’re friends more than anything. Family.”

“Right,” he said quietly. “How angry is Y/N with me?”

“Oh, pretty mad,” I laughed. “She’ll forgive you eventually. Probably. I’d stop calling her mate a manipulative mutt, though. Might help out there just a tad.”

He lowered his head with a nod. “Let’s go in before you freeze.”

“Alpha,” Y/N murmured from beside me in bed late that night. I had my face shoved into the crook of her neck, arms bundled under her maroon sweatshirt, formerly our sweatshirt, formerly formerly my sweatshirt. “Noooo, get your greedy hands away from my fleece.”

“No can do, darlin’,” I murmured, arms shoved under the soft material, her eyes narrowing. “I’m not going to cop a feel.”

“Sure you won’t,” she teased. “We can play in a minute. Real talk right now.”

“What’s up?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist, lifting my head. Her fingers raked through my hair, massaging my scalp. I hummed, resting my chin on her shoulder. 

“I don’t know what you said to my dad earlier but thank you. He was different.”

“Well, Emily should really get the credit. She stole my thunder,” I said, Y/N’s scent swirling around the room. “Our girl really loves you, you know.”

She flushed, smiling when I kissed her jaw. “Thank you both then.”

“You’re welcome. Now,” I said, grabbing the ends of the sweatshirt, pushing them up her body. “I think you stole this.”

“Going to arrest me for it?” she murmured, pulling me into a chaste kiss before rolling to the far edge of the bed and out of my grasp. She sat up with a fake pout, batting her eyes as I crawled over. “That’s a good look for you, Alpha. On all fours for me.”

“For fucks sake, Omega,” I growled, grabbing her ankle and yanking her body underneath mine as she giggled. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something, Alpha Boy.” I laughed into her neck, kissing over her healed mark. 

“For you, Omega, anything at all.”

___________

[zepskies]

in your beau fic recs list you said “I haven’t found another Beau ABO story I enjoyed more than this.” Implying that you have found Others…. and if i so, i would very much appreciate a list of those (no matter how small) because after reading the one you rec’d i got instantly hooked and read the whole thing in a couple hours and now i just Really Need More beau A/B/O😣 if you’re able to ofc !!!!! p.s. i love your work so very bad, you are sososo incredibly talented🫶🏼🫶🏼

Ooh you make a good point, anon! I did imply that, didn't I? 😅

Unfortunately I can't remember if I've read any other ABO stories with Beau Arlen, but I would LOVE to read more of those too. If anyone else has recs in that arena please drop the story link in the comments!

Otherwise, I might need to add that prompt to my list of writing ideas. I haven't done anything ABO/Omegaverse in a while. 🤔

(Re: your P.S.: Thank you so much, lovely! I appreciate you saying that.🥰)

[jawritter]

If It’s Mean to Be  Masterlist

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: ABO Dynamics, Language, Dangerous situations, Alpha in Rut. Shy/ self-conscious reader. (Each Pt. Will have a specific warning as to what that Pt. pertains.) This is an 18 + only fic and will eventually contains smut! This work is not suitable for audiences under 18 years of age!

A/N: This series is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my own! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is gold! Enjoy lovelies!!

My Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 

Part 4

Part 5 

Part 6 

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14 

Series is complete!

[winchestergirl2]

April Fic Recs

I want to show some love and appreciation for the amazing fic writers we have here on tumblr, so I've started a reading rec list for the fantastic fics I read each month 💗

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Rec List

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Undercover chapter 2 @deanwanddamons

Authors Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Detective Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders. 

Sweet Rides @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Dean takes his new girl on an autumnal date with fairgrounds and pumpkins and haunted houses and a Ferris Wheel. It’s super fluffy and warm.

Five Minutes In Heaven @impala-dreamer

Leave A Message @jensengirl83

Sam Winchester

Bound Part 1 @sams-sass

Authors Summary: You learn something new about yourself, something that is brought on by a stranger. Your life is turned upside down when you present as an Omega and are immediately taken and kept away from him. Your Alpha.

Unchained Part 2 of Bound @sams-sass

Authors Summary: You learn something new about yourself, something that is brought on by a stranger. Your life is turned upside down when you present as an Omega and are immediately taken and kept away from him. Your Alpha.

What You Need Part 3 @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Y/N had always been in love with Sam, from the very first moment they met. However, as fate would have it they were destined to be friends; best friends. Loving him from a distance had eventually meant her pain at her unrequited love had forced her to back away from the friendship. But then he called and told her he needed her. What was she supposed to do but help a friend in need?

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Hero Worship @rizlowwritessortof

Authors Summary: From the moment you met Soldier Boy, you knew the obsession would become  your life.

Dark Angel

Alec Mcdowell

Kiss It Better: A Dark Angel Fic @crashdevlin

Authors Summary: Y/n Cale is Logan’s little sister, who rejected the wealth as soon as she was able to and headed into the real world. Logan keeps track of her to make sure she’s okay, but when he hasn’t heard from her in a few days, he enlists the help of his least favorite Transgenic to find her.

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Heartlines @waynes-multiverse

[holylulusworld]

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Like in 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, and 2023, I will post a kinky, fluffy, angsty or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st, 2024.

Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until the release date.). The release date may change at any time.

ANGST/SMUT/FLUFF

October 1st: Forbidden Lust (3) sequel to Forbidden Lust & Forbidden Lust (2)

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Homewrecker kink

October 2nd: How deep is your love? sequel to Deepest love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to lovers

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 3rd: Extreme tight places sequel to Cramped & Tight places & Very tight places

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Kink: Claustrophilia

October 4th: Colorful leaves sequel to Falling leaves

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Trope: Sunny vs grumpy

October 5th: Your Soldier sequel to Serve your Soldier

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Kink: Collars

October 6th: Snuggle and cuddle sequel to Snuggle time

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Huddling for warmth

October 7th: The peach (2) sequel to The Peach

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Girlfriend!Reader

Kink: Spanking

October 8th: A new life sequel to One autumn night

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Trope: Nesting (a/b/o)

October 9th My lawn, my rules sequel to Get off my lawn

Pairing: Alpha (Teacher) Bucky Barnes x Omega (Teacher) Reader

Kink: Mating

October 10th: My car again? sequel to Not in my car

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Cuddling & Snuggling

Requested by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 11th: Breathlessness sequel to Breathless & Take my breath away

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Boss kink

October 12th: Pour me some love

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Love at first sight

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 13th: Bound tight

Pairing: Gus March-Philipps x fem!Reader x Anders Lassen

Kink: Ropes

October 14th: Bucky & Ducky

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Side-pairing: Bucky x Ducky the duck

Trope: Best buddies

Idea by: @buckys-wintersoldier

October 15th: Howl like a wolf

Pairing: Alpha!Anders Lassen x Omega!Reader

Kink: Chasing kink

October 16th: Torn in two

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Trope: Unrequited Love

October 17th: Up his sleeve

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Hand kink

Idea by: @buckys-wintersoldier

October 18th: Parallel Worlds

Pairing: Negan Smith (TWD) x fem!Reader x John Winchester (SPN)

Trope: Daddy kink

October 19th: Their bride sequel to Best bridesmaid ever

Pairing: fem!Reader x Nick Fowler, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Kink: Roleplay

October 20th: TBA

Pairing: TBA

Trope: TBA

October 21st: Unwanted mate (2) Bucky's version sequel to Unwanted Mate (Bucky's version)

Pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader

Kink: a/b/o

October 22nd: The dishwasher

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: TBA

October 23rd: The cabin in the woods (2) sequel to The cabin in the woods

Pairing: Winter Soldier x fem!Reader

Kink: Choking

October 24th: Death or date?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Trope: Enemies to ?

October 25th: My neighbor sequel to My annoying sexy neighbor

Pairing: Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Semi-public sex

October 26th: Lunchtime delight

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Girlfriend!Reader

Trope/Kink: Edging

Idea: by @elle14-blog1

October 27th: Naughty School Adventures (2) sequel to Naughty School Adventures (1)

Pairing: Janitor!Sam Winchester x Teacher!Reader x Gymteacher!Dean Winchester

Kink: Threesome

Idea by: @moosekateer13

October 28th: Praise me sequel to Praise me like you should

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Trope: Praise kink

Idea by: anon

October 29th: Ashtray (2)

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Kink: angry sex

October 30th: Howling sequel to Pipsqueak & Grumpy

Pairing: Wolverine/Logan Howlett x Chubby(Short)!Reader

Trope: TBA

Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR

October 31st: Dreams of sharp teeth (2) sequel to Dreams of sharp teeth

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Werewolf!August Walker

Kink: Monster AU

October 31st: Spin the bottle

Pairing: Fratboy!Bucky Barnes x Stepsister!Reader x Fratboy!Steve Rogers

Kink: Stepcest

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Coming soon…

Supernatural

Castiel

Fly Cassie will have an update within the next two weeks.

Castiel’s Wings will be worked on after that.

Surprise me will be next as promised.

👇 There is more below the cut 👇

Dean

Request for Dean x Reader to “In the Mood” by Rush and Dean picks her up at a bar.

Gabriel

Request for transmale helps Gabriel groom his wings.

Polycule (Dean/Gadreel/Ketch)

Prize (request) for basically a cuddle pile of Dean, Gadreel, and Ketch with a kid.

Big Sky

Beau

Request of basically a story where the reader is mistaken by Beau as a bad guy when really she is undercover.

Other fics

Destiel

Domestic Silk (Rabbit) Moth!Castiel falls in love with Human!Mechanic!Dean. Castiel is not what he appears to be and Dean doesn’t know. (Destiel, Interspecies romance)

Destiel Date Night, inspired by this prompt (Angel!Castiel x Human Dean, Neighbors AU)

(Insert gif of Dean and Castiel happy)

Two Men and the Virgin (Destiel x Virgin!OFC, Neighbors AU)

Heat (A/B/O, non-traditional, mating cycles, and Alphas Destiel x Omega!Part Angel!AFAB)

[negans-lucille-tblr]

February Member Benefits

Here’s all the benefits my members get for February, for as little as $3/£2.50 a month.

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Regular monthly member benefits include:

Access to over 160 fics that are exclusive to my members!

Access to my Member’s Only discord server where I post sneak peeks, polls, and chat to you guys about EVERYTHING and anything.

Early access to certain fics. Find out what’s currently ahead here

Find out more about becoming a member here

SO, WHAT’S COMING TO MY WEBSITE THIS MONTH?

-Members Exclusive Content-

Watching Over You || Mini Series || Dark!Sam x Reader || Part 7 / 10 || Dark Fic - Smut/Angst/Fluff

Closed Doors || Mini Series || Cordell x Reader || Part 2 / 5 || Smug/Angst/Fluff

We're Alone Now || Mini Series || Dean x Benny x Reader || Part 5 / 6 || Dark Fic - Non con, Kidnapping, Smut, Angst, Fluff

A Good Daddy || Mini Series || Negan/Dean/Sam x Reader || Part 5 / 8 || Dark Fic - Non-con, Incest, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Lucky || Oneshot || Alpha!Beau x Omega!Reader || ± 3K Words || Angst, Smut, Fluff

-AHEAD OF TUMBLR-

Open Wounds || Series || Soldier Boy x Reader || Chapters 4 - 7 || Dark Fic - Smut, Angst, Drug Use, Non/Dub-con

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I am no longer posting new content on my Patreon for the foreseeable future due to the nature of all the fics I have planned.

That’s all for February!

[cockslutpadalecki]

Ohhhhh can I request some dub/non con (you can write it with whichever in mind) alpha!Sam x Omega!reader x alpha!Dean, where the boys are in the middle of a deadly rut and they take her (maybe she's engaged to another alpha or something) as their mate and are intent on breeding her??? Gimme smut and angst galore! 😘😘

Summary: In the midst of a truce with a rival mob family, the Winchester brothers want one more thing to sweeten their deal. But when Y/N’s Alpha refuses to hand her over, they decided they’re going to have her regardless.

Characters: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam.

Words: 2.8K

Warnings: non con/dub con, a/b/o dynamics, forced marking, explicit sexual content, mentions of knotting, kidnapping, drugging, talk of suppressants/heats, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cream pie, breeding kink, a little praise kink, use of restraints, multiple orgasms, oral sex (female receiving), 18+.

A/N: It’s not as angsty as I was expecting, but I hope it’s enjoyed nonetheless. Betas: @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics, just like this one, two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.

You smell them before you see them.

Like rain in the air ahead of a big storm. The kind that can decimate your house in seconds, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.

A perfect metaphor to describe them, you think. Chaos and violence follow the Winchester brothers wherever they go.

You know you should bolt the moment your fiance greets them at the door to his office. Your eyes follow the imposing Alphas as they stalk across the room towards your partner’s desk, their footsteps silent as they’re swallowed up by the carpet.

When the two men sit down, that’s when you really feel it. Something’s off. Like their scents have soured over time, but it doesn’t stop your Omega instincts from stirring inside you.

Months of negotiations have led to this moment— a truce between the two families after decades of rivalry. A chance to make history and end the bloodshed tainting the streets of Lawrence, Kansas.

When the pleasantries and introductions are dealt with, the conversation steers towards the matter of trade offs.

To make this coalition work, they had previously agreed to merge their specialities, using each other’s contacts to keep them at the top of the food chain, so to speak.

Dean and Sam Winchester are to provide guns to your Alpha’s men, and in turn, your beau gives them a cut of all profits pertaining to the drug shipments he controls.

The conversations and arrangements over the last few months always seem to end positively, but there was something that never felt quite final to you. Like they’ve been holding back on a request until today.

“So if we’re all set, we can move ahead and sign this,” your Alpha’s voice brings you back to the present, your gaze on the stack of papers that makes up their contract.

“Wait,” Dean stalls, holding his hand up.

“Are we not done?” your lover responds, a little confused.

“My brother and I have thought a lot about it, but there’s one more thing we want.”

You watch your Alpha relax into his chair, curiosity pulling at his features.

“Her.” Dean’s almost golden eyes flicker towards you.

The air thickens as your beau lets out an incredulous laugh. “No chance. She’s off the table.”

The older Winchester reaches into the waistband of his trousers and pulls out a small handgun, laying it on the table to face your Alpha. “Then so is our deal.”

“She’s my Omega, I can’t give her away. She belongs to me.”

“Doesn’t look like you’ve claimed her,” Sam intercedes, eyes lingering a little too long on your unblemished throat, “so she’s still fair game, is she not?”

You watch your fiance crack his neck, see the way his features darken and you know the Winchesters have pushed him too far.

“The answer’s no,” he grits.

Without another word, they shrug at each other, seeming to accept his response. Dean flashes him a wide smile as Sam slumps back into his chair, and the conversation quickly changes trajectory. You let out a sigh of relief through your nose, but as the meeting progresses late into the evening, the sour taste continues to linger on the flat of your tongue.

-

Everyone is long gone by the time you leave the office. You do your usual check in with the security detail positioned at the main entrance before wishing him goodnight and take the elevator down to the underground parking garage. It’s deserted when you step out, and in any other situation, you’d probably be glancing over your shoulder in five second bursts, but you know you’re safe here, in amongst your Alpha’s grounds. Nobody would dare touch his Omega otherwise they would risk losing their hands… or heads.

You make it to your overpriced, flashy car and curl your fingers around the door handle, but you fail to make it into your seat before everything turns to black.

-

Every fibre in your being aches when you wake in a room you don’t recognise. A cannula sits neatly in the crease of your elbow, and your wrists are shackled to the metal frame of the bed you’re laying on. From what you can tell, your feet don’t seem to be restrained, but your ankles smart as if they once were.

Your skin feels like fire has burrowed beneath it, singeing your veins, and your stomach rolls as your senses pick up on a familiar scent you can’t place yet. As slick starts to gather between your thighs, forcing you to jolt fully awake, afraid of the implications.

It can’t be your heat. You take your suppressants every morning at seven am without fail. You took them this morning with your orange juice and oatmeal.

But how many mornings have passed since then?

The concept of time feels like a myth here, and even though the room has a window, the makeshift blinds are drawn, blocking out any light trying to break through. It could be the next morning or an afternoon a week later— you have no idea how long has passed since you were ambushed in the parking lot.

At least that’s what you think you can remember. It’s all just a blanket of obsidian, daring you to try and pull back the curtain to take a peek at your reality.

You rack your brain, but trying to think hurts even more— the steady thumping in your temple becomes increasingly uncomfortable.

You start to look around the room, any sign that might lead you to the identity of your kidnappers, but it is as nondescript as they come. The bed you’re laying on is basic, and the only other piece of furniture you can see is a chair in the corner, looking long forgotten.

You try to roll on the mattress, but your movements are impeded by the shackles at your wrists. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you resign yourself to the fact that you’re stuck like this until the owner of the handcuffs returns.

If they ever do.

Tears begin stinging at your eyes, wondering when or if you’ll ever see your Alpha again. If he’s even looking for you once he realised you were missing— if he’s realised.

He must have. You’re his most prized possession, you try to reassure yourself just as the cluck of a weighty lock pulls you from your teary reverie.

Your head feels heavy when you turn it towards the door, eyes flickering as it opens and a man you’ve never seen before enters, carrying a tray of what looks like medical supplies.

As he places it down onto the bed beside you, you notice the piercing blue of his eyes and a wave of serenity washes over you, calming you instantly.

 “You’re awake,” he says softly, and you figure he must be a Beta from the way he smells— lavender with notes of sweetest chamomile. It reminds you of the pillow mist on your nightstand. “They will be pleased.”

“They?” you croak, throat sore from lack of use. “Who are they?”

“I’m afraid I cannot divulge that information until my bosses are ready to make their identities known,” he tells you, his fingers expertly preparing a syringe.

You blanch when he nears you, even though your brain reminds you comfortingly that he’s harmless.

“Don’t worry, it’s just saline,” he explains, and points to your arm. “I need to flush this.”

“And what’s that?” you ask, eyeing the bulbous IV bag full of clear liquid.

“Food. They need you to keep your strength up.”

“For what?”

“Do you always ask this many questions?” he smiles.

“Only when I wake up in a strange room with no recollection of getting there, and a needle in my damn arm.”

“I take it this isn’t your first time,” he jokes.

“How’d you guess?” you scoff, voice dripping with sarcasm.

This time the Beta laughs aloud, and it’s like music to your ears. “I’m Cas,” he introduces, even though he seems hesitant. Like he could get into trouble for doing so.

“Y/N,” you reply, before adding, “but I guess you already knew that.”

He smiles, giving you a small nod as he quickly replaces the old IV with the new.

“What is this place?”

“I’m afraid I cannot divulge—” he repeats almost robotically. 

“—  that information,” you interrupt dejectedly as Cas fiddles with the connection on your cannula, making sure it’s tight. “Gotcha.”

Heavy footsteps sound outside the room, and Cas instantly stiffens. You can see the way his fingers shake as he picks up the tray, collecting the medical waste to dispose of. You want to ask him if he’s alright, but instead you bite down on your bottom lip to stifle it. He’s clearly unnerved, and no doubt sick of your questions by now.

Suddenly the door crashes open, and your eyes widen at the sight of the two men filling up the doorway. Finally, the familiar scent you couldn’t place before makes sense, and now it surrounds you like a heavy mist. Your body reacts against your will at the stench, no longer sour or off-putting, but as if your sense of smell has returned after an illness.

You’ve never inhaled something as decadent in your entire life, and it practically blindsides you, as the sound of the recognisable deep baritone voice exacerbates the aching pulse in your cunt.

No, no, no. Not your heat. Not here. Not now.

“Ah, look Sammy, our pretty girl’s finally awake.”

There’s no mistaking it. You finally know who’s responsible for taking you.

The Winchesters.

-

It’s nighttime when the cramps start. Rolling, pinching, contracting agony that rips cry after cry from your parched throat. If you were in any doubt before that your heat was coming, this confirms it. Your body is feverish with sweat, the thin cotton negligee you’re dressed in clinging to your clammy skin. The throbbing in your pussy is almost as painful as the cramps forcing copious amounts of slick to pool between your thighs.

In normal circumstances, you’d almost be embarrassed by how wet you are, but right now, you can’t even fathom shame while you’re desperately trying to cross your legs just to relieve some pressure in your cunt.

Your underwear is long gone, unaware of when or how, and you actually crave the cotton panties, wishing you had some material to create some friction against your sex.

Writhing against the mattress does nothing to quell a single symptom, and you can feel the frustration inside you mounting as your conversation with the Winchesters that morning— night— who knows when before, rattles through your brain.

“We had to keep you sedated to flush those nasty suppressants out of your system,” Dean explained, running a finger down your bare forearm. “Why you’d want to poison this flawless body with those things, I’ll never know.”

His finger moved— up and over the swell of your breast, and gently circled your puckered nipple. You tried to stifle the need to react, but your body had other ideas. You whined, eyes flickering shut as the weight of his touch caused your hips to cant towards his wandering hands, edging closer to your sex.

“She’s close. I can smell it on her,” he sniffed over his shoulder to his brother. “Another couple of hours or so, and she’ll be ready.”

You let go of a deep hum. “R-ready for what?”

The two Alphas smiled down at you before Dean spoke again. “You’ll soon find out, sweet Omega.”

You almost howl at the intensity of the heat, trying to remember the last time you had one this bad, but you can’t recall— your mind is too preoccupied with the waves of arousal laying claim to your body.

You haven’t a clue when the Winchesters appear at your bedside, neither one wearing anything except a pair of sweats. The sight of their glistening chests and rippling pectorals is enough to send another wave of cramps crashing through you, eyes squeezing shut as you can’t concentrate on anything but the rising tide of arousal deep in your core.

“Is she ready?” You hear Sam’s distinct growl, the depth and husk making your skin prickle with heat.

A hand is shoved between your legs, and gives your cunt a tight squeeze. You keen, rolling your hips against the pressure even though it does nothing to stifle the ache.

You’ve no idea whose hand it is, and you no longer care as they stimulate your clit with the pad of their thumb. A desperate whine escapes you, and you start to protest despite your need for release.

“She’s ready, Sammy.” There’s no mistaking Dean’s voice beside you. “She’s gonna take a knot tonight.”

“N-no, my Alpha,” you cry out in a pitiful state, eyes finally flickering open to stare up at the painfully handsome man above you.

“Ssh Omega,” Dean says, pressing a slick coated finger to your teeth-bitten lips before he brings it to his own and licks it clean. “We’re your Alphas now.”

Fear freezes your heart as the bed suddenly dips between your thighs, and Sam’s rough calloused hands run up your shins. You try to close your legs, but he’s too strong in this instinct driven state, his primal need to mate overriding any other coherent thought.

The younger Winchester nestles between your thighs, licking a wide stripe up your cunt and you mewl into the damp air above you. The room already stinks of sex and pheromones, and it’s making your dizzy.

You come across Sam’s tongue the moment his fingers breach your wet heat. In your heady, lust-drunken stupor, you think your quick and sharp climax is enough to sate you, but the cramps only seem to intensify now that they’ve touched you. Like your body craves more from them, even if your mind is screaming otherwise.

“M-more,” you whine, rolling your hips against Sam’s face, hoping he’ll give you what you’re begging for. You need to come again, and fast.

“Omega bitch wants more, Sammy,” Dean laughs when they switch places, his now naked form snug between your thighs. “Can’t deny her when she’s crying out for it.”

He bottoms out in one hard thrust, his fat wide cock filling you to the hilt. You can already feel his knot swelling as he retreats, and you let go of a chest-bursting scream when he ruts back inside you roughly.

You don’t care that it hurts, or that the burn of his knot helps to keep your pussy gaping as he fucks you with reckless abandon— you just need this heat to end.

The coil in your stomach tightens until the tension is too great and it snaps, your body trembling on the older Alpha’s cock as you surrender to your orgasm.

“God, just look at you comin’ on my cock,” Dean says in awe as your body sags back against the mattress. “So pretty laid out for us like this, ‘mega.” 

The praise shouldn’t elicit such swollen pride in your chest, however the docile component that helps to comprise your DNA can’t help but make you giddy. 

“Can’t wait to fill up this tight little cunt, make you all round with our pups,” he adds soothingly, rubbing a hand over your stomach. You blanch at his words, and try to wriggle from him, but the fact you’re still shackled to the bed means you don’t get very far at all.

“Where d’you think you’re goin’?” Dean’s tone changes in an instant as he tugs you back the inch or two you’d retreated in an attempt to get away, impaling you completely on his thick cock. “I’m not done with you yet.” 

-

Your cunt is bruised and aching by the time Sam has his turn, his hot spend leaking out between your puffy folds. Every inch of you hurts from his voracious appetite— fucking you over and over until he’s sure he’s pumped you full of enough Alpha seed to make sure you end up pregnant. You should be horrified with yourself, but you’ve never felt more satisfied. The symptoms of the heat are finally subsiding, and your cramps all but vanished the moment Dean’s knot popped inside you, filling your womb to the brim with his release. 

Sam is still between your thighs, fingering the mess he’s made back into you, the dirty squelch of wetness making shame heat your cheeks. 

Dean stands over you, brushing damp hair from your clammy forehead as he gazes down at you with a wide yet macabre grin. You can feel a plea fizzing on the tip of your tongue, but you swallow it quickly, realising that even in this cock-drunk state there’s no point in pleading with them to let you go and release you back to your Alpha. 

But he’s not your Alpha any more, your thoughts cruelly remind you. The puckered, bloodied marks on either side of your neck have certainly made sure of that.

***

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The Change

Summary: When a strange illness spreads across the world, the reader's father takes her away from society in an attempt to keep her safe. Ten years later the reader runs into some trouble when forced to be on her own one night but it's nothing an overly friendly sheriff can't help with...

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!reader

Word Count: 6,000ish

Warnings: language, attempted assault, minor violence, medical emergency

A/N: This is my first time doing Alpha!Beau and did a little twist on ABO for it. Please enjoy!

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Ten Years Ago

“Y/N!” You poked your head into the living room, giving your dad a smile when he stood there, back to you.

“Dad, I already got enough graduation presents. I mean it was just college, I didn’t need-“

He stepped aside, revealing the breaking news story on the tv.

Mystery Illness Affecting New York City Residents

He looked over his shoulder, frowning at you. “You’re not moving to the city next weekend.”

You scoffed. “Dad. I start my first adult job ever in two weeks. In New York City. I have to go.”

“No. Whatever the hell this is, it's happening there and putting people in the hospital. If your new job has a problem with that then tell them to kiss my ass.”

“What is wrong with you?” You stormed closer, furrowing your brow. Something was off. He was swiping a hand over his mouth, his eyes filled with dread. You glanced back at the screen with a swallow. “Daddy, do you know what this illness is?”

“No,” he said quietly, glancing down at you with a longing glance. “Tonight we need to leave town and go to camp.”

“Hunting camp?” He nodded. “But that’s in the middle of no…”

His face looked so much older all of a sudden, years and years of worry etched into the deep laugh lines around his eyes. “Why do you want us away from everyone?”

“Because isolation is the only way to guarantee you don’t get sick.” Paranoia. You should have called him paranoid. Said he was worrying over nothing. Said he was acting crazy.

But you simply nodded and excused yourself back to your graduation party with your friends, knowing it’d likely be the last time you saw them for a while. Or ever again.

“Dad,” you said that night as you packed up the cars, your father more frazzled than the time he lost you in the grocery store for all of eight seconds. “Should we call Em?”

“He’s the one that called me.” He shut the trunk, inhaling the night air deeply. “London. New York. Sydney. It’s global and it’s flooding hospitals. Em said small towns are next. I wanted you to have one last normal day, kiddo.”

“What exactly did Emmet say? Does he know more than what they’re saying?” you whispered, clutching your cardigan tight. “I thought he was in Africa doing that volunteer doctor program.”

“He is. But something…happened. People started getting ill and then acting crazy. Biting each other in the neck. Like animals.” Slowly you blinked, your dad pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know how it sounds, believe me. But I know my son and it’s the truth. He told me to get you safe.”

“Is he safe?” He closed his eyes. “Is he safe?”

“Emmet’s….” Your throat tightened, your dad wincing. “He called from his sick bed. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen. He said he loves us and we need to go before the whole world goes mad.”

Your bottom lip wobbled as he opened his eyes, gently shushing you. “Em isn’t dead, right?”

“I don’t know. His phone is dead,” he croaked out, wiping away your tears that threatened to fall. “But if what he said is true, the world will be incredibly dangerous in just a few days. We need to get you away from here before that happens.”

You wearily nodded, hugging him hard. “Dad.”

“Yeah, pumpkin?”

“We’ll be okay.”

“Yes we will. I promise.”

Present Day

“Fuuuuuck,” you groaned, the wind knocked out of you as one, no two, men pinned you down on the hard pavement of the pharmacy parking lot. The supplies you’d bought for your dad in the middle of the night were scattered on the ground. Half your mind grappled with how you needed to get those back to dad at the cabin while the other realized the men were trying to remove your pants and hoodie.

You snarled and kicked, hitting something hard, probably a shin bone. 

A gunshot went off nearby and all three of you froze.

“On your bellies. Hands on your head or the next one goes through your spine.” The two men were rigid before rolling off of you on either side. You risked sitting up, backing away a few feet and turning on your bottom. 

It was dark but even so you could make out the handsome brown haired man aiming a gun at the men. He had a presence about him, a calmness to the situation you weren’t expecting. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone, his jacket riding up so you could spot the shiny gold badge on his hip.

This guy was a cop.

Good news and bad news.

“Mam, are you alright?” You blinked, realizing he was talking to you between speaking into the phone. You nodded, the man humming, mentioning something about backup.

Shit. You had to leave before you got wrapped up in this. You started to gather up your dropped items as the officer handcuffed one of the men. “Mind if I borrow that?”

You froze, staring at him. He nodded toward your hand and the new package of zip ties. You handed it to him carefully, the officer quickly placing one on the other man.

“Thank you, mam,” he said, handing the package back. You nodded, shoving the package in your bag and crawling over between two cars, reaching for the bottle of pills that had rolled underneath. “Are you sure you’re alright, miss?”

“Never better!” you squeaked out, grabbing the pills and tying off the bag tight. You popped to your feet, the officer rising to his own. “Uh, thanks.”

You started to leave when he took two big steps over, catching your arm. “Whoa, whoa. These guys can’t do anything to you. Backup will be here in two minutes tops. I know you want to get home but we need a statement and you should get that scuff cleaned up by a paramedic. Hell, I can do it for you back at the station.”

You blinked slowly, the man’s friendly smile turning concerned as you weighed your options. “Alright. I think you hit your head a little harder than we both realized when they knocked you down. Why don’t you take a seat-”

You kneed him in the groin, the officer crumping into a heap and releasing you. 

“Sorry!” You took off running to your car and peeled out of the other end of the parking lot before he could even get on his feet.

“Dad?” It was only twenty minutes later when you were entering the dark cabin, frowning that he wasn’t on the couch where you’d left him. “Dad!”

“In here for crying out loud!” You rushed over to the bathroom door, carefully nudging it open. Your heart seized when you saw him lying on the ground, his previously red inflamed leg now looking dark and swollen. “Did you get the-”

“Daddy, it’s broken. Why didn’t you say something?” He scoffed, forcing himself to sit upright against the tub. “Dad-”

“I’m not going to a damn hospital and becoming one of those…things.” He spit out the last word, venom laced behind it. You’d kept to yourselves the past ten years, dad only going to town in the dead of night to get food or supplies. Suffice to say, despite your best efforts, years of isolation hadn’t been great for his paranoia. Or your own.

He could never know that you were almost attacked. It’d destroy him after all he sacrificed for you. His home. His career. His life. Making sure you never got sick like Emmet had was his sole purpose.

“What if I drop you off at the hospital and…” both your heads whipped around when bright headlights shone through the windows. 

“Someone followed you. Get the shotgun and-” You slammed the door shut on him, ignoring his angry shouts. 

“Miss? It’s Sheriff Beau Arlen. We met just a short time ago. I’m doing a wellness check. Please answer the door.” You swallowed thickly, staring at the heavy wooden object. Shit, he’d followed you home. He was going to make you give a statement which meant being around other people long enough to get sick.

You glanced over your shoulder and sighed. Dad was no spring chicken anymore. Living in the woods and keeping up the land had kept him in good shape but he was getting older and there was no way he could survive a broken leg without help.

“Fuck it.” You stepped over to the door, frowning when you opened it. The man from before was standing there, a cautious smile on his face. “Hi. My dad fell earlier today. I think he broke his leg. He’s in the bathroom.”

“Okay. We can call an ambulance and-”

“He’s terrified of public places. Of catching the…sickness.” He raised his eyebrows, biting the inside of his cheek. “I know he needs a hospital but is there any way we can limit the number of people he’s around? Like a doctors office or something?”

He only cocked his head, eyeing you up and down. His nose twitched, inhaling sharply. You glared and subtly did a pit check. Okay, maybe you were a little sweaty but you’d nearly been attacked-

“How the hell…” Sheriff Arlen shook his head. “Alright. I’ll see what I can do to accommodate his…needs.”

“Thank you,” you said, starting to shut the door when he put a hand on it. You stared at one another, the sheriff’s nose twitching once more. “Please leave.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Visions of what the men from earlier had planned on doing flashed in your mind and you clenched your fists, ready to fight. “Oh, sweetheart I am so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” You grit out, widening your stance. He frowned, shaking his head.

“Your father might be able to be treated at a doctors office but you need a hospital.” You narrowed your eyes, the sheriff holding up his hands. “You call it the sickness? The rest of us call it the change. Now it seems to me that you lack some education on the topic-”

“I know exactly what those men tonight were going to do. I know exactly what the sickness, change, whatever you want to call it does to people and I’ll tell you right now, I’m not getting sick and becoming someone’s fuck toy.” He closed his eyes, muttering under his breath. Slowly, they opened to reveal green orbs, softly watching you.

“Sweetheart, your body changed ten years ago whether you believe me or not. Judging by the fact your only interaction with other people has been your Beta father-”

“He’s not Beta,” you growled.

“-Or very few works at convenience stores at night, you have never been around an Alpha long enough to be triggered into your first heat-”

“I am not one of those-”

“Omega.” Your brain went fuzzy when the word left his lips, hand gripping the back of the couch hard. “We need to get you to a hospital. Your first heat is incredibly painful without medicine. I know, I have a teenage daughter-”

“Stop talking!” you shouted, suddenly feeling flush in the face. You wiped off your brow before grabbing the nearest object, a pillow, and chucking it straight at his handsome face. “You did this to me! You made me sick coming here!”

“You became Omega ten years ago, the same night I changed, the same we all did,” he said, looking down his nose at you. “Now let me help you and your father before I have two patients on my hands instead of one.”

“Get out!” The room spun, a strong pair of hands catching you the last thing you remembered.

Your body felt considerably cooler when you woke although the sterile scent filling your nostrils made you want to gag. Great, you were in the hospital. You turned your head to the side, your oh so favorite sheriff giving you a waggle of his fingers from the other side of room as he read his phone.

“What are you doing here?” you grumbled, sitting upright with a strain. 

“I figured you don’t have an emergency contact besides your father on account the whole survivalist in the woods energy I’m getting.” You glared at him, the man leaning back in his chair, relaxing further. “Your father is alright but he’s in the ICU. I’ve been told he’ll need to go to a in-patient rehab facility to learn to walk on it.”

“What?” You threw back the covers and got out of bed, freezing in place when you caught his cologne. Your eyes fluttered, jaw dropping slightly. “Jesus christ what is that smell? That’s…fuck is this what crack is like? What kind of drugs did they give me?”

He chuckled, glancing up with a smirk. “Let me guess. Vanilla with a hint of tobacco. Fresh cookies, a campfire, the cool mist of rain and something fluffy you can’t quite describe?”

“How did you…” You said, daring a step closer. You had a million questions in your mind about your dad but all your body seemed to want to do was get more of that smell.

“Because I know what my scent is.” You licked your lips involuntarily, breathing hard. “Down girl.”

You immediately backed up, shaking your head. “I-I’m sorry. That isn’t like me at all.”

“It’s your first heat and I’m the first Alpha you’ve properly scented on one. You have urges. Nothing to feel sorry for.” Your cheeks burned as you returned to bed, sitting on the edge with your legs hanging off. “In a few hours, your medicine will have fully kicked in and then you’ll be fine. I have a teenage daughter and so you’ll get monthly heats but as far as I understand, it’s extremely similar to your monthly visitor you were already used to.”

“I’ve been having periods for years and it doesn’t feel like this,” you said, his scent tickling under your nose, turning you on more and more by the second.

“The…randiness fades. You’ll be fine,” he said, glancing at you. “You really don’t know anything about the change or what it did to us, do you.”

“I know enough.” He frowned. “Why is my dad in the ICU?”

“His leg is shattered. The surgeon said he suspects he broke it a few days ago. He’s lucky to be alive and still have use of it.” You closed your eyes, gripping the mattress. “He didn’t tell you he was injured until recently, did he.”

“He said he fell today and it was sore. I was getting some bandages and a painkiller at the store tonight.” You groaned. “The fucker. He’s so scared…”

You opened your eyes when you heard footsteps, the sheriff kneeling down in front of you. Gently, he took both your hands, offering a kind smile. “Yes, the world was scary for a little while when we didn’t understand what happened but now we do. There is no reason you and your father have to hide away in the woods away from the rest of us.”

“You called yourself an Alpha.” He nodded. You noticed how small your hands were in his, could feel the surge of power he held within them. “Like how in animal packs, there’s an Alpha sometimes.”

“Let me explain this to you in the most basic of terms.” You swallowed, his fingers sliding up to wrap around your wrists loosely. “People that were bad before the change are bad now and people that were good before are good now. All that happened last night was you ran into a couple of bad guys. They were Alpha but so am I. We are not animals and neither are you.”

“But you could bite me and make me…” He smiled, a tiny eye roll in there. “Excuse me? What was that?”

“What you’re describing is a crime. Consent is still very much a thing, little lady. Believe me, I have no problem putting Alpha’s in their place if needed.”

You raised your head, the man tucking your hair behind your ear. “Are you sure you’re not just an anomaly?”

“Miss, I have a fifteen year old omega daughter. If I thought that world was truly that far gone, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight. Now, do you see her in this room?”

You rolled your eyes, the man standing with a chuckle. “You’re going to be just fine.”

“So you’re here out of the goodness of your heart?” you asked. He bit is bottom lip, looking shy all of a sudden.

“You’ve had a long night and I remember how frightening it felt the first night I changed. The world is no more dangerous than it was a decade ago. But it never hurts to have a friend when life gets hard.” 

“Thank you,” you said quietly, a painful cramp ripping across your abdomen. He caught your wince and helped you to lie back down.

“Get some sleep. I’ll check on your dad for you.”

“Thanks. Oh wait.” He pulled up your covers and hummed. “Why were you at the pharmacy in the middle of the night?”

He smirked, patting your thigh. “I’ll check in with you in the morning, darlin’.”

Later That Morning

“Get out!” You flinched and backed out of your dad’s hospital room, closing the door behind you. 

“He’s still angry, huh?” To your left appeared your sheriff, sporting a tan jacket and khakis, brown cowboy boots adorning his feet. You sniffled and nodded, the man giving you a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder. “Have you been discharged yet?”

“Yeah.” You sat down on a nearby bench, the sheriff joining you. You rubbed your palm with your thumb, skin peeling off eventually. He caught your wrist, gently moving it away. “He doesn’t want to go to a rehab center. He says he’s fine and I should take care of him until he’s on his feet. The part I hate is we both know it’s horseshit. He knows he needs help but won’t admit it.”

“Stay here a minute for me.” He entered your dad’s room, closing the door and remaining inside for a few minutes. The door opened with a creak, your sheriff waving you inside.

You frowned at your dad in bed, his arms crossed. 

“I’m sorry for acting like a child,” he grit out. Your eyebrows shot up, gaze shooting to the sheriff who was giving your dad a friendly smile. But there was an undercurrent of authority to it that made your heart skip.

“Thank you?” you said. He sighed, quiet for a moment.

“I will go to rehab. I’m not your responsibility.” He cleared his throat. “I heard you’ve…changed.”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. Your gaze shot down, your dad tsking you.

“Sheriff Arlen….informed me of some things about the world. I think while I’m recovering maybe you…could get a job. Get back out in the world, not be stuck with me.”

You bit your tongue. What the hell was up with him? Did he not want you around anymore now that you were one of those…omegas?

“Mr. Y/L/N, we’ll let you rest. I’ll be sure to get Y/N home.” Your sheriff put a hand on the small of your back that sent a pleasant chill down your spine. God, he smelled even more alluring than last night. 

Why did you kind of like it? How large his hand was, how comforting it felt. Maybe you were just touch starved after a decade of being alone.

“What is going on?” you asked when you were in the hallway. “Is he okay whatever your name is again?”

“Sheriff Beau Arlen. Call me Beau. Your dad and I had a small conversation. I explained a few things about the change and dynamic to him, told him I’d keep an eye out for you since he’s a tad paranoid. S’all good.”

You stopped, Beau leaving his hand on your back. He paused by your side, turning his head down. “I may have…sternly explained that you are the exact same as you were and that he can’t keep you locked away from the world. You’re a grown woman, you deserve to live your life.”

“And by sternly explained you mean scared the shit out of him.” Beau said nothing, only walked down the hall, urging you along. “Where are we going?”

“Home. I know you were discharged but you should still relax. I have some things to do but I’ll be by later on today.” 

“You don’t have to come back. I’ll figure everything out on my own-“ Beau held up a hand before stopping in front of you, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans.

“Darlin’, I made your father a promise and I intend on keeping it.” He looked past you, licking his lips and making your nose twitch in response. “But first, we need to make a pit stop.”

You woke with a groan, jerking up in bed. A quick glance at the clock showed it was early afternoon. Ah, right. Beau dropped you off with some medicine and a book on the Change or so everybody referred to it. You’d taken a pill and fallen asleep a few hours ago, your body warm but otherwise feeling okay.

You clutched your blanket to your chest when something loud crashed beyond the bedroom door. 

“I can’t believe they let you carry a gun,” said a young voice. 

“Next time you get kidnapped, I’m letting them keep you,” he grumbled. 

“Funny, dad,” the voice deadpanned. “Wasn’t it Cassie who found me actually? Hm?”

“Eh, eh, eh. Stop with the sass, child and help me make this.”

“Why are you helping this random lady so much anyways?”

“Just…cause it’s nice.” Your stomach grumbled loudly and you decided to risk exiting to the main part of the cabin. The door squeaked like it always did, two pairs of eyes on you when you poked your head out. “Y/N. How are you doing, darlin’?”

“Fine. Why are you in my house?” you said, glancing at the teenage girl standing in the sad excuse for a kitchen off to the side.

“Did you break into her house?” she asked, Beau looking back at her with a glare. 

“Of course I didn’t.” He punched the bridge of his nose. “I told Y/N I would be back later.” 

The girl looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “I apologize for him. He gets a little too into helping people sometimes.”

“Why don’t you go on the porch and do your math homework?” She stared at him for a moment, shaking her head with a smirk. “Emily…”

“I said nothing. But your scent did,” she sang song before slipping outside. Beau rubbed the back of his neck, a strong whiff of a nice scent, his scent, hitting you. 

“Ignore her,” he said, still rubbing his neck nervously. You hummed, taking a seat at the two person table by the wall. “I hope you don’t mind we’re here. I figured you’d be hungry and Emily’s also an omega so she offered to talk to you if you’d like. She presented last year so she’s familiar with the growing pains.”

“You mean second puberty?” He chuckled, putting a casserole dish that didn’t belong to you in the tiny camping oven.

“It might not seem like it but we got off easy. You and I we just got a little something extra to figure out over a couple of months. She’s got to go through the whole deal.” You hummed, Beau wiping his hands off on a towel by the water pump and spinning around with a smile that made you relax. “So. How’s the pain?”

“Alright. Honestly it feels like a normal period, I’m just a bit warmer than usual.” You frowned, Beau’s face matching it. “You can skip the biology lesson since they gave me a run down at the hospital.”

“Will do. You get used to people’s scents pretty quick. It’s like personal deodorant and yes, you still need to use deodorant,” he teased, the air becoming thick. “Sorry. I’m intruding, aren’t I?”

“Well…if you were going to hurt me, you had your chance last night.” 

“Those men…” He glanced down, stepping forward to grab hold of the back of the opposite chair and lean over top. Green eyes met yours, worry etched in them. “Did they explain the change to you at all, like what happened ten years ago, or just the body stuff?”

“No. I only remember people were getting sick and then my dad got us out of the city after my brother called. I’d just graduated college. I was meant to start my first adult job in NYC. So I don’t know what happened, only that my dad said the world was too dangerous for me.”

Beau pulled the chair and sat, biting his bottom lip. “It’s believed a highly contagious virus spread rapidly across the globe. A pandemic. This wasn’t an ordinary virus though. It didn’t cause illness, only…activated something existing within human DNA. What you remember from TV is when people got infected with the virus. I was living in Texas at the time. Me, Em, her mom, we all were floored. My ex was very warm but her fever never spiked high. Myself, I was exhausted. I could barely move for three days. Emily thankfully slept through most of it. She was only a little girl so it didn’t hit her as badly. When I woke up the fourth day, my ex was doing better and I felt much stronger.”

“And you had that thing on your dick?” He chuckled. “How the hell does that even work without absolutely destroying the person on the receiving end.”

“Because you changed too. Yours are just not as easy to see. You know child birth complications has gone down significantly the past decade. Women report far less pain too. We just…evolved as a species a little fast if you want to think of it that way. Most of us. There are a few people that were lacking in the genome sequence to be affected but by and large, we all became Alpha, Beta or Omega.”

You crossed your arms, tilting your chin up. “My brother is a doctor in Africa, one of the first places that got sick. He told us people were like animals. Biting each other in the damn neck and then I never heard from him again. Anything to say about that?”

He looked up, scrunching up his face. “Well you don’t seem to have a phone around here but I will track down your brother for you. Um, we may have also…gotten physical proof that we have souls and biting an omega in their bonding gland connects them to the alpha that bit them on a metaphysical level but it only takes if it’s consensual on both sides and fun fact the bond will break if one person doesn’t love the other one anymore, like a divorce, not that I would…know what a broken bond feels like,” he rambled out, clearing his throat. You blinked slowly, Beau’s face stuck in that awkward position. “I overshared, didn’t I.”

“Just…a lot to take in,” you said, rubbing your own neck and feeling a tight, hard lump. “Is that my-”

“Yes. It’s where our scents come from and I uh, I got to head back to work,” he said, quickly standing. He adjusted his pants and you noticed the bulge, giving him a glare. “No! No, it’s not…Emily!”

“What?” she groaned, giving you friendly smile when she came inside.

“I need to check in at the station. Please explain…things to Y/N. Heats, scents, true mates, that sort of thing. I’ll be back soon.” He left quickly, Emily raising her eyebrows.

“He’s kind of weird,” you said, Emily laughing before giving you a smirk. “What?”

“Now I get why he’s being so extra. You’re his true mate.” You put a hand on your head, holding up a finger. “Don’t worry. I’ll explain everything.”

Three hours later, you were more confused than ever. Emily was only a teenager but she was a smart girl and had explained the change, what being an omega meant and all of it. You were stuck on one little tidbit though. She could smell that her dad, your sheriff, was connected to you. Like soulmates connected.

What. The. Fuck.

You were still trying to process that information when his red truck pulled up, Beau waving awkwardly to where you and Emily sat on the front porch.

“Emily, pack up your stuff. We should let Y/N-”

“No, no, Alpha boy. This is how it works,” you said, freezing him in his place. His shift shifted wildly, strong and heated, musky with need. “I know why you smell so good. Were you planning on telling me you were not in fact just being nice last night but you were physically incapable of leaving my side at the hospital. On account of the whole fated mates thing.”

Beau’s gaze shot to Emily, his eyes turning stern. “Oh no big boy. You don’t get to be mad at her.”

He put his hands on his hips, sighing to himself. “Would you like to have dinner with us?”

You felt like you had whiplash. Wasn’t he just about to argue something like you were too new to this world? Or no, we’re not mates, I was only helping. Or that it was only affection? Or that he couldn’t know?

“Would you like to have dinner with us?” he repeated.

“Wow,” said Emily besides you. “Her face is literally the what the fuck emoji right now.”

“Emily,” gritted out Beau. You held up a hand, Emily taking it and walking you down the two front steps. 

“Have you ever been to Donno’s diner? Oh my god, they have the best food. Come on, let’s-”

“I’m sorry, I’m not…” you gestured to yourself. You were in sweatpants that were a decade old, a plain t-shirt and your hair was a frazzled sweaty mess. Beau gently took your hand from Emily, his touch telling your body to calm down, that everything was okay.

“If you’d like we can eat in private but you do not need to hide from the world anymore. You are gorgeous just as you are,” he said, voice soft. Emily tilted her head, looking him up and down.

“He totally means that too. I can smell it.” Beau growled, Emily returning a cheeky grin. “Do you want me to leave so you two can bone?”

“In the car ladies, in the car,” he said, grabbing your shoulders and walking you towards the driver side as Emily got inside. “I apologize for the sassy child.”

“Don’t. I like the sassy child,” you grinned, Beau’s face lighting up.

“Really?” You hummed, Beau turning bashful. “She’s a good kid.”

“Seems that way.” You put your hands in your pockets, inhaling deeply. “Today’s been…”

“I understand.” You glanced back at the cabin, frowning. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”

“I’ve always hated this place.” His large hand interlaced with yours, squeezing the digits. “I don’t want to be alone tonight but I’m not ready for…this yet. I will be but I need to…live a little first. If that makes sense.”

Beau only smirked, a glint in his eyes. “I have an idea.”

Three Weeks Later

“Morning,” said Beau, knocking on the door to the air streamer, aka your new living arrangements for the time being. Beau and Emily had a home built last year after her abduction, something to give her some more stability. With that meant moving his air streamer onto part of the property and having it sit empty for the past six months.

Which meant it was perfect for you to be close to them, you were in town for your new job and you could easily drive to visit your dad at his rehab center. Beau had even offered to let him stay in the house when he got released but thankfully your brother was in contact again and he was going to take dad with him to Seattle where he’d been the past few years.

“Howdy sheriff,” you said as you opened the door, leaning against the door jam. He offered a cup of coffee and your heart fluttered. God, he was so cute how he did that every morning.

“Emily insists on you joining us for breakfast at Donno’s and I couldn’t tell the poor girl no so we’ll be ready to go in fifteen.” He looked up through his lashes, a smidge of cockiness in it. 

“Oh, we’re just going in fifteen, huh?” He shrugged, a strong whiff of his scent curling under your nose. Beau licked his lips as you absently scratched your neck. “I’m still in my pajamas.”

“You mean my pajamas,” he said, reaching out, tugging on the end of the oversized shirt that you’d taken from his room last night. Your stomach jumped as his knuckles grazed your bare skin, Beau stepping up into the airstream, making you walk back. A large hand rested gently on your hip, thumb stroking the skin lightly under the fabric of his shirt. “I had fun last night.”

“Me too.” You placed your hands on his chest, grinning up at him. “From what I’ve gathered, true mates bond immediately most of the time so I really appreciate you being patient-”

“Whoa,” he said, taking your arms in his hands, running them up to your shoulders. “Let’s get something clear, darlin’. You will never thank me for respecting your wishes and doing the right thing. You’re owed those things and sweetheart, I will wait as long as you need me to.” 

“I never met anyone like you before.” 

“Good,” he chuckled, leaning down and letting you press your lips to his. “Take as much time as you need to get ready.”

“I just need a few,” you said, reluctantly letting him pull away. “Hey Beau?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think I lost ten years of my life? Because I let my dad convince me the world wasn’t safe?” He pursed his lips, leaning back against the small counter.

“There certainly was a spike in violent crimes those first six months. There was a lot of fear. We went into a lockdown, loosened restrictions as the science caught up. Emily was homeschooled that first year and I barely let my ex leave the house. But we figured out that the evil bastards that’d do those sorts of things were always the type of people to do those things. It’s like how-”

“You’d love to bite my bond gland and so would I deep down but you’re not jumping my bones to do it because that’s not the kind of guy you are,” you interjected. He smiled softly. “It’s hard to feel like I didn’t lose time, you know?”

“I understand that perspective. But…I didn’t move here until just last year and there was a lot going on with that camping disaster and Emily and my ex and I wasn’t ready for you either until recently. This is how and when we were meant to find each other. We’re soulmates, we didn’t lose any time at all.” He reached out a hand and cupped your cheek. You nuzzled it, placing your hand over top. “I thought you had to get ready.”

“I do,” you said, closing your eyes. “My heat’s coming up soon. I like you being here.”

“Stay in the house with me when it starts. It’ll help.” He kissed your forehead, a strong sense of calm washing over you. “Don’t take too long, omega.”

“I’ll be right there, Alpha. Promise.”

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A/N: Read The Change from Beau's perspective here!

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Hi, Zep! I’ve read your Beau fics and I ADORE them. Are there any other recs you’d give? Series, drabbles, one-shots, anything :)

Hey there!

Thank you so very much, lovely anon. 🥰💗 I have so much fun writing Beau Arlen and the rest of the Big Sky cast, especially most recently with the Take Me Home series.

But what a good question! And I do have some fic recs for you...

(Stories are Beau Arlen x Reader unless otherwise noted. Minors beware, many of these are 18+ only!)

The Fix - @waywardxwords. This is a lovely friend of mine, and this story is both angsty and gripping, but also very sweet, with plenty of protective Beau to feed my hopeless romantic soul.

Beau Arlen Masterlist - @waynes-multiverse. My friend Wayne is a brilliant writer. She pairs "hilarious" with "heart-gripping angst" so well in her romances. I'm rec'ing her whole BA masterlist, but she also just started a new series: Polaris, which is already shaping up to be angsty, smutty, romantic, complex, and amazing.

When Fantasy Pales - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. This is a series of one-shots that I enjoyed immensely by another very talented writer. Absolutely love her writing style.

Beau Arlen Masterlist - @luci-in-trenchcoats. Another lovely friend of mine (I think most of you know Michelle). I haven't had a chance to read all of the Beau stories on her masterlist, but I really enjoyed Bad Day in particular.

The Change (Alpha!Beau x Omega!Reader) - ABO dynamics.

The Change: Beau - Sequel from Beau's POV.

If It's Meant to Be - @jawritter. This is also Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader.

All My Ghosts - @abramswife. Series in progress, and it hooked me right away. This story has strong themes and is very emotionally gripping.

I may add to this list as I get to read more of my favorite cowboy sheriff!

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If It’s Meant to Be

Chapter 14 (Final Chapter)

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! Smut, a little bit of aggressive smut, abo dynamics, knotting, scenting, claiming, marking. Just a smidge of dirty talk. Language. Beau caring a little baggage from Carla’s ass. 

Word Count: 2468

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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When Y/N first woke up, she didn’t know what had awoken her from her slumber. For the first time in what felt like years, but was really only about two weeks, Y/N had actually slept. Which is probably why she woke up more than a little disoriented; coupled with being in mostly unfamiliar surroundings. Still, she could not pinpoint what had woken her up, until she sensed it. 

It wasn’t a huge, drastic change in the atmosphere. Nothing Earth moving or world shaking as some better, more colorful worded Omegas than herself had often described it. It was subtle. It was a slight change in his scent, the sudden stiffness in his shoulders, even as he slept soundly next to her, it was the heaviness in which his chest moved with each breath, and slight crease between his perfect brows. The suppressants had worn off, he was in a full rut now. It was time. 

It should have scared her more than it did, and maybe if she were honest with herself, she was a little afraid that somehow, they’d fuck things up again, but she wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t afraid of what they were about to do. 

In fact, the more she thought about it as she watched him sleep, knowing well that his rut would get stronger, and it would wake him up soon, that she was sure this is what she wanted. 

When she helped him through the first round of his rut, things were nothing but a blur of hormones and the task at hand. This time, she was able to experience the calm before the storm. She was able to get a glimpse of what the real Beau Arlen looked like. She was able to experience the calm, comforting, safety that she’d have to wake up to in the morning, instead of a cold bed, and another day at a job she didn’t really want to be at. He really was her person. She just didn’t see it at first. She did now. 

Beau grunted heavily, and shifted in his sleep, tightening what was the loose resting of his arm around her waist into a tighter grip as he subconsciously fought to hold onto the first good night’s sleep he’d had in almost as long as she’d been without it. 

The thought of what was to come seemed to light a fire somewhere under her skin, and it burned deep and low in her belly, long before he even opened his eyes to look back at her. 

Still, she felt robbed, not only for herself, but for Beau as well. This is how it should have been from the start. Not the nightmare of an experience that it was for them. All this time they’d spent fighting, misunderstanding and hurting one another, could have been spent just being together and learning one another as an Alpha and his Omega. They couldn’t get that back, so she would just have to settle for making up as much lost time as she could. 

Beau grunted heavier this time, a sound that came as a deep rumble as it made its way up to his throat from somewhere deep down in his chest, and his legs moved as the discomfort started to settle in, and his face scrunched before his olive-green orbs opened slowly, settling on her face. She let herself get lost in the soft, sleepiness of his gaze, knowing well that in his waking moments, that humanity would start to wain more, and the Alpha would start to take his rightful place. 

“Morning,” she said, testing the waters to see if he would even respond, and to her surprise, he smiled softly at her. 

“Mornin’” he murmured roughly, clearing his throat before closing his eyes tightly again. 

“It’s almost time, isn't it?” she questioned, and he nodded before swallowing thickly and opening his eyes to search her face, the slightest hint of a yellow hug starting to form just around his iris, and she knew she had minutes, if that long, before Beau was going to go on hiatus for a while. 

“Almost,” he admitted, “are you sure you’re okay with doing this?” 

“Are you really gonna ask me that, Beau Arlen?” she questioned. “After everything we’ve been through?”

Beau shrugged, letting go of a breath she didn’t know he was holding. “Guess I’m just a gentleman to a fault.”

“We’ll see about that in a few minutes,” Y/N teased, and he snorted, his eyes rolling dramatically. 

“I didn’t exactly hear any complaints last time sweetheart,” Beau shot back, and Y/N laughed out loud at his sudden boldness. 

“Okay, okay, you got me there,” She relented, not wanting to challenge the Alpha, knowing full well that it wouldn't do well to irritate him right in that moment, as badly as she wanted to tease him. 

Beau shifted again, this time she could feel the hard outline of his already half hard cock pressing against the thin fabric of his tight fitted black boxers that he was wearing when they had fallen asleep the night before, and just like that, as if someone had flipped a switch, her body already starting to produce slice for her Alpha and he hadn’t even laid a hand on her. 

Beau nosed along her hair line, and down the shell of her ear, breathing deeply, and allowing his lips to leave a hot trail just over her throat as he descended to her shoulder. 

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen, you know, when we start, Carla used to accuse me of being forceful or mean, so you do remember where the gun is if you feel scared don’t you?”

“Beau,” Y/N growled as she sat up slightly in his arms so that she could see him better, and she could almost see the anxiety and fear rolling off of him, it made her sick to see him that way. She never wanted to stranger Carla more than she did at that moment. Typical Narcissistic bitch. She said and did everything she did to Beau to make him question everything about himself, even if it wasn’t true. Which makes her line of work make a lot more sense now that Y/N thought about it. 

“I stayed with you for days when your rut hit you unexpectedly, and you were in enough control to not only not hurt me, but also resist the instinct to claim me. So, for her to say that you’re too rough? That’s utter and complete bullshit. You never once scared me, and you never once hurt me.”

Beau stared at her, trying to figure out whether or not she was telling the truth. She was pretty sure he could tell that she wasn’t lying, because his features softened after a moment before he reached for her face, letting his fingers trail the soft skin of her cheek before he tucked the loose strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“I’m so scared I’m gonna fuck this up,” Beau admitted. “Like I fucked up my last relationship.”

“Beau, that woman did NOT deserve you,” Y/N said tracing her fingertips across his freckle dusted chest, and she’d be a lair if she said she wasn’t a little proud when he shivered underneath her touch, and his sharp, green eyes rolled slightly. He wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer, and fuck, she was looking forward to watching him just let go. It was a beautiful sight if she did say so herself. 

“She abandoned you when you were at your lowest, when you needed her the most, because you were hurt and grieving. No mate does that. She was a self-absorbed, narcissistic abuser, the only good thing that came out of that WAS Emily. You did nothing wrong, she did. It wasn’t you that tore apart your marriage to her, that’s just what SHE wants you to think.”

She had a feeling Beau didn’t believe her, but she also knew that he was losing the cognitive focus it took to argue the point to the impending physical need that was about to take full focus. She could tell he was straining to hold himself back as long as possible with every quick breath he took, his scent was so strong now that it was hard for her to even concentrate anymore, but she needed him to know that she wasn’t Carla, and this wasn’t going to end the way that did. 

Beau’s eyes closed tightly again, and his grip tightened on the sheet that was resting under his left hand, even though he was now laying on his back, and she was mostly sitting up next to him, she could see the outline of his hardness just under the sheets. This was it. It was time. 

He just needed to let go. 

“Alpha,” she voiced finally, after a moment of watching him struggle within himself, and when he looked at her, his eyes were no longer green, but instead, they were almost black, completely blown wide with need, and hormones, only a ring of slight golden glow rested around them. “It’s okay, let go.”

As if a switch had been flipped in him, in what could only be described as almost a predatory movement, Beau slowly moved to sit up in the bed next to her, his strong hands gripped her hips tightly, and moved her flush with his chest as he scented her deeply, his teeth scraping roughly over her mating gland. 

“Mine,” he growled, deep and low. It made her empty cunt pulse around nothing and slick track down her into her now ruined panties. 

“Yours Alpha,” she agreed, “now, take what belongs to you.”

Without another word, Beau ripped the underwear and bra from her body before she could even really react, leaving her completely bare before him. His hungry eyes raked over her body like she was a meal and he was a starving man. 

“Present Omega,” he commanded, “we can play later, right now, but right now, I need to mark that pretty little neck of yours. That way everyone know just who the fuck you belong too.”

Y/N’s body moved without her consent, damn near falling into position for the Alpha, that moved behind her, easily shedding his boxers, and slapping her hard on the ass, sending a moan cascading from her lips, and a chuckle rumbled behind her as the bed dipped under his weight. 

“Like that Omega?” he questioned, running his fingers through her already dripping folds, testing the water to find she didn’t need any pre-work from him at all. “Already so fucking wet for me baby girl, such a good girl.”

She keened desperately, her back arching as his thick cock head slipped through her folds, gathering her slick to the head of his pulsing length. “Please Alpha,” she whimpered, and a deep growl rumbled low in his throat. 

“I’ve gotcha Omega,” he said, slamming home in one swift thrust, damn near knocking the wind out of her and would have knocked her flat on her stomach had his arm not been around her waist bracing her. 

“Gonna knot you, claim you, mark you up, you want that baby girl?” he questioned as he started at a punishing pace, ascending every word with a heavy thrust of his hips. 

“Yes! Please Alpha!” she all but screamed, and his pace quickened again, every powerful muscle in his lean, sculpted body used to drill into her mercilessly, until his knot started to swell with every thrust, and the coil in her gut became tight to burst. 

Beau lifted her flush against his strong chest, his thick tongue lapping at the place that would soon hold his claim as his knot popped, and her orgasm washed over her with the sinking of his teeth deep into her neck, her body quaking in his arms as he filled her up, and she wasn’t really sure what happened after that, because she was pretty positive she blacked out. 

When she came to herself again, just as quickly as the storm had started for the pair of them, it had subsided. Beau had her on her side, his arm draped over her as best as he could, keeping her still as his knot slowly started to subside, and his tongue worked to clean and heal her new mark. 

Everything felt different just that fast, calm, better. She was at peace. Suddenly, just so fast, the inner struggle was gone, and there was nothing but safety, love and comfort left in its wake.

Neither said anything, cause neither could really, all that they could do in that moment was experience this new, connected feeling that, even though Beau himself had been mated before, had never really felt. If either of them had to put a word to it, they would probably describe it as ‘complete.”

When Beau’s knot finally let go, Y/N turned carefully in his hold to face him, bright, green eyes meeting her own, and a tired, yet calm freckle dusted face greeted her. The rut was gone. His suffering had ended. 

“Hey,” he voiced after a moment, his voice hard and dry, dripping with exhaustion. 

“Hey,” she answered him, reaching up to run her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. 

“You okay?” he questioned, and she nodded, suddenly remembering his shoulder, which caused her to shoot upward to check him, but all seemed fine, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she settled back down next to him. 

“I'm fine,” he assured her, “just really tired.”

“Then sleep Alpha,” she encouraged, “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“Guess I’m gonna have to thank Donno,” he admitted, “because if he would have never shot me, I would have never stopped being stubborn and claiming you. I was too stuck in my own issues.”

Y/N’s eyes shot open, and she stiffened in his hold, causing him to chuckle, his eyes closing and opening, becoming heavier by the minute. 

“Donno shot you!” 

“Yeah, it wasn’t the driver of the truck. Donno was hiding in the bushes, he was mad cause I didn’t claim you, and he shot me. I figured I deserved it, so I just let it go. Had he not done it though, I might have lost you forever.”

Y/N sat there in thought for a long moment, boarding between angry and grateful. God, she had a love hate relationship with Donno, but now, she really did owe him everything. As the sun sank down behind the clouds on her first day as Mrs. Beau Arlen, she had to admit that she really did owe him everything. They really were meant to be. 

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[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Cruel Summer (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader

Summary: It's a normal day for Alpha Steven Grant Rogers.

Well, if you don't count the fact that his childhood friend and best pal James Buchanan Barnes is currently on trial for his crimes as the Winter Soldier. Paired with his responsibilities as an Avenger, there's a lot on his plate.

Until he meets you by chance in an elevator.

You're just trying to figure this new world out after being frozen for forty years. You're hoping for a fresh new start. A new normal.

And then you meet Steve.

Life can't get worse... right?

Chapter Warnings: Omega Heats, mentions of fertility issues, and court cases

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! Apologies for the delay in updating this fic. Life got in the way, and I was bouncing around with other updates. But, I'm back updating this fic regularly. This is gonna be a double update.

Also, I am not a political science major, and I'm not a law student either. So any inaccuracies about Bucky's court cases are my fault.

As always, you can read this chapter on my AO3 here.

Word Count: 5875

Later that week…

You woke up suddenly.

You had no recollection of why you had woken up in the first place. Your hand shot out of your blankets, frantically patting your bedside table, searching wildly for your phone.

“… It’s only three in the morning. Go back to sleep.” A familiar deep voice that sounded remarkably like a man spoke out into the darkness.

Turning over to your side, you felt a really thick bicep against the side of your face. A familiar scent of wood and black pepper filled your nose.

Steve.

Oh! Right. Steve was having his annual sleepover at your apartment.

… Wait, only three in the morning? Why the hell had you woken up at three AM? It was far too early! Was your sleeping schedule being whack again?

Was that it?

“You’re still awake?” Your voice sounded a little groggy. “Uh-huh,” Steve replied back to you, much to your confusion. “Why?” you asked him.

“Supersoldier serum, remember? I don’t need sleep.” he reminded you. The realization showed on your face. “Oh... right.” You turned over onto your side completely, so you could be facing him.

“… Just making sure… what day is it?” You asked him.

“Friday,” Steve answered you. You began to nod off, slumping your face into his bicep. Satisfied with his answer.

“You know…” your voice was drifting away, “I don’t think my heats are matching up anymore…”

The golden-haired Alpha blinked in confusion. “What do you mean, your heats aren’t matching up anymore?” He sounded bewildered.

But you had already quickly had dozed off back to sleep. Your arms were draped across Steve’s broad chest, and your legs had wrapped themselves around his thick thighs. You were happily perched in your position. So, Steve wasn’t looking forward to shaking you awake from your clearly comfortable slumber, to try and ask about why your heats weren’t matching up. Why your cycles were wack.

So Steve just let you sleep. The two of you would talk about it later in the day.

Later, when Steve managed to find you during lunch, you had been sitting with your cousin, happily eating your way into a bowl of pre-made spam and garlic fried rice, with a lot of chili flakes in it, obviously.

Deep into your bowl of goodness, you barely recognized the spicy, woody scent that was making waves toward you. The only thing that snapped you out of your thoughts was your cousin smacking you on your bicep, to which you cried out.

“Ow! What the hell?” You hissed at her. Your cousin just nudged you into Steve’s incoming attention.

Your Omega perched up all of a sudden, overjoyed to see her Alpha, despite Steve’s sleepover in your apartment.

Needy hoe.

“I have someplace to be. I’ll tell James you said hello Captain Rogers,” your cousin excused herself from the table, much to your dismay. You gave her pleading looks, but she paid you no mind, probably too gleeful to see her beau in the County Jail or something.

Then again, you supposed that she had to juggle her work life and seeing her hot assassin boyfriend on the side. She had to make time for Yasha somehow.

Steve filled up the seat that your cousin left vacated. “You told me something this morning,” he informed you lightly. To which, you cocked your head to the side in consideration. “Uh-huh,” you responded as you took another spoonful of fried rice in your mouth. “What did I say?”

Chew. Chew. Chew.

Munch. Munch. Munch.

Lowering his voice so only you could hear. “You told me your heats weren’t regular anymore.”

It was a good thing that you weren’t eating because then, your grip on your spoon tightened considerably. Your mouth suddenly became a thin line.

“When did this start?” Steve asked you, deciding to start to break the ice. Putting your spoon down, it didn’t make any noise. You even sat up a little straighter on the seat.

“After Hydra. After Yasha snuck us out. My cousin… he’s always been sweet on her. After Hydra discovered her electricity powers, she became his engineer. Y’know, for his arm? I always thought she became an engineer because of him. Clint and Natasha met us at the rendezvous spot and they took us to their warehouse. Once Natasha tracked our families down and took us home, everything was fine. But our heats… they were almost nonexistent. They weren’t… happening. No one knew why. Once I got to medical school, I realized why we weren’t getting them.”

“Why?”

You took a sip of your beverage. “I chalked it down to trauma. A coping mechanism. At first, while my cousin and I were with Hydra, they did the same thing. Whenever our heats would come, they would freeze us. Then, they would take us out. They wanted us to be feral. Angrier. Wilder. After a while though, our heats stopped and they had to find other ways to torture us. My cousin was given to Yasha, and I was stuck in a frigging tank. It’s why I don’t like water. Swimming, snorkeling, you name it— I probably hate it.”

Nods came from Steve. “I’ll keep that in mind if Tony decides to take us to a swimming resort. If you don’t swim, do you like to sunbathe?” he asked you.

“Oh yes.” This time, you were the one nodding. “I do like to sunbathe. Or read a book. I usually carry a book with me if Tony were to drag us to a beach resort. He likes to spring on random vacations on us whenever we least expect it.”

“Let’s hope he doesn’t do that in the near future,” Steve remarked. “He probably will,” you replied with a shrug.

You were probably right. If Steve knew anything about his friend, his teammate, Tony Stark was so impulsive sometimes that yes, he would probably spring on a random, out-of-the-blue vacation for his employees. He did that once when he took some people to Japan suddenly. It had been a straight month of going to spas, ramen shops, and doing the usual tourist things. Steve hadn’t gone to it, due to his mission, but from what Natasha had told him, it had been a spectacular time.

Maybe he’d tag along to the next vacation?

It was certainly something to think about.

“So… why do you think you’re getting them now?” Steve had gotten back on track. This time, you were truly stumped.

For the first time in your life, you were truly stumped.

“I… I don’t know,” you admitted. “Maybe it has something to do with our bond? I mean… I know it’s new. It’s fresh.”

“It’s a possibility.” Steve hummed in response. At the foremention of your new Bond, your hand went straight for your gland, your fingertips brushing against his bite. It was still there. Granted, it was still deep, but you didn’t mind.

Still thinking of answers to your sudden heat, Steve asked you. “So what do you usually… do? For your heats? Like back home?”

It had you blinking. And then you were looking at Steve with curiosity in your eyes. It made your eyes gleam.

“Back home? Like… in Michigan?”

“No, no.” Steve corrected you. “Like… before that.”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh!

“Oh… you mean back in Laos?” At Steve’s nod, you continued to think about it. “Well, to be honest with you, I lived in a village. We lived near a mountain. Whenever my heat would act up, we’d always have to go far away. Like, away, away. It would always be this secluded area… they’d give me stuff. Food, water, blankets. I don’t think I ever got toys, though. Because we were poor. So… I had to suffer through them.”

Upon Steve’s silence, you continued on. “But after coming to the States, and then the whole Hydra thing… they just… stopped. I haven’t had them for years. So for this to happen is… strange.”

The endless loud chatter of everyone else in the cafeteria drowned out the look of sadness on your face.

Your Heats were something that was always going to stick by you. You weren’t like Steve, whose Alpha was awake and who always had his Ruts. Deep down in the grapevine, you had heard hushed rumors about how Steve furred himself away from everyone else during his Ruts.

Deep down, that inner part of your designation felt empty. Like there was something missing.

You knew what it was now.

Bearing pups. Being an Omega and being a doctor or a nurse weren’t uncommon occupations. It was in your designation to nurture, to care for. Not necessarily to provide, like Alphas. Omegas were supposed to be caring. So to not have your Heats… it felt like you just weren’t enough. Like you weren’t being the best Omega in the whole wide world.

And you’d never tell anyone— but it hurt like a bitch.

Especially in this moment.

Looking at Steve’s pitying expression just made you want to scream.

That look of pity in his eyes was something you didn’t want. You didn’t want him to feel sorry for you. You were sick and tired of people feeling sorry for you. Sorry for what had happened to you. What you had become.

“Don’t feel sorry for me,” were the words that came out of your mouth. “I don’t… I don’t like it when people just… look at me. I’ve been seeing those looks for so many years.”

Steve could understand.

He knew how it felt. To see so many pitying eyes and pity words thrown at you. Eventually, he got sick of it after a while.

Steve knew that there was no place for him back in the past. If he could be able to figure out a way to time-travel back to the forties and live his life like how he had wanted to back during the war, he wouldn’t do it.

Why would he go back to a time when women couldn’t vote? Have access to abortion? A time where Black people couldn’t vote, or even drink at the same water fountain like someone who looked like him? Why? Why would he do something as stupid or outrageous as that?

It sounded so weird and far-fetched in his opinion.

Even before, when they had first taken him out of the ice, he still hadn’t thought about going back to the past. Of course, he mourned over all he had lost. His friends, his brothers-in-arms that he had fought alongside in the war were either gone or in their old age.

What followed after that, in those four years before he had been put to lead the Avengers was a period of trying to find himself again. Learn about this new era and how it worked. He adjusted. He saw things he had never seen before.

Like cellphones. He had never seen those before.

But getting back on track.

“I’m not saying that because I pity you, doll.”

Up an eyebrow went.

You couldn’t help yourself.

You were skeptical. So, you didn’t say anything and waited for Steve to say something else next.

“It’s terrible what Hydra did to you. You should never feel like you’re lesser because you don’t have your usual cycles anymore. But, I am still very happy to see your Omega is still up and about. And because your cycles are coming back, I hope we can explore it together.”

Wait…

Huh?

A funny expression was on your face.

You? Sharing your heat with Steve?

You hadn’t had your heats for years! Steve was probably a seasoned pro when it came to his ruts!

What if you hurt him by accident? What if you bit him too hard? What if you got too excited? What if your Omega got too excited and caused an accident and Steve ended up in the ICU?

All of these thoughts were polluting your mind as you stared at him blankly.

“… You’re serious?” Were the only words that came out of your mouth.

“Of course,” Steve nodded. Completely and utterly serious. You internally dubbed the serious look on his face his “Captain” face.

Needless to say, you and your Omega were totally digging that look.

Totally.

“Aren’t you afraid that I might hurt you?” The tone of your voice was testy. Unsure. Veering on the rocks.

“No.” Steve’s response was causal. “Why not?” You shot back at him.

“Supersoldier, remember? Even if you throw me around like a football, I won’t die. I’ll live. You can be as rough as you like.” He assured you.

“Don’t give me any ideas,” you threatened him.

Steve just chuckled.

Later that day, in the mid-afternoon…

Everything hit a stalemate when you had entered your office.

Once you entered your office and closed the door behind you, making sure to lock it— you felt it.

Slick.

Slick trickling down your thighs in a rush.

It made you panic.

It made you grab for your phone in your pocket.

Hastily unlocking your iPhone with your thumb, you pulled up your messages with Steve.

You: Omg I think it’s coming

You: I think my heat’s coming

You: I felt the slick

You: I’ll keep you updated as the minutes come by

Steve had been in the gym. In his own secluded spot with his own personal equipment. Beads of sweat had been rolling down his face when he had heard his phone ping in his bag.

It had certainly caught his attention. Putting down the dumbbells with a loud thud, he strolled over to his bag, unlocking his phone with his thumb. Clicking on his messages and tapping his phone to look at his conversation with you, he saw it.

He had nearly dropped his phone in surprise.

However, he remained his composure. Reading your messages, he pondered over what he would say.

And then he started to type.

Steve: Okay. Do you want me to meet you?

As soon as his message was delivered, you read it immediately. Steve saw those three grey dots popping up.

You: If you wanna

You: I’m in my office

You: Where are u???

His fingers flew across the keyboard as he started to put away his things. Back in their proper places.

Steve: I’m in the gym. I’ll be there in twenty.

Twenty-ish minutes later, there was a knock on your door.

You had begun to sweat profusely during that time period.

You were also pretty certain that your scent was beginning to pollute your office, hence the door stopper you had slid underneath the crack of your door.

Slowly clamoring back on your feet, you slowly made your way to the door. Eventually, you got there. Unlocking your door, you gently pulled it back.

Steve was revealed on the other side, in his Stealth Suit. You could still see some of the sweat that had gathered on his eyebrows.

“It smells in here, just FYI.” You warned your Mate. Wanting him to know what he was up against. “I can handle it,” was Steve’s response. Shrugging to yourself, you pulled your door all the way back.

Your scent hit him like a ton of bricks.

God, you smelled delectable.

You smelled so fucking good.

If Steve had been in a rut, he would have fully jumped you and nearly knotted you right then and there. Regardless if anyone was out there in the halls or not. He didn’t care. He didn’t give two shits.

Never had he even been so jealous and aching to be in a rut more than in this moment.

You smelled like a meadow and all Steve’s Alpha wanted to do was fall and roll around in it. Hastily getting inside, you quickly locked the door in your frenzied state. He could see how wide your eyes were, your pupils looking almost dilated.

“I need… I need to do so many things…” your haste mutters made him worried. You were pacing around in a frenzy, taking in deep breaths as your brain frantically fired at you, reminding you that yes, even though you were an Omega in heat, you still needed to do shit. You still had shit to do. You were still a semi-functioning member of society.

Steve was having none of it.

Absolutely none of it.

Quite frankly, he was considering himself to be kinda sick and tired of your shit. He tried to get your attention by speaking your name at first for the first few tries, but you didn’t answer him. Your mind too preoccupied with the endless thoughts swarming in your head.

You had shit to do. People to see. You still had to check up on a recent patient too.

So many things to do.

So so so many things.

Sometimes, you really just wanted to lay in bed and never get out of your apartment.

“Omega!”

You stopped.

You froze like a deer in headlights. Right in your tracks. You only stared at your Alpha, mouth agape and eyes wide.

Your Omega, on the other hand, was absolutely delighted. Enthralled. Thrilled by the harsh look of her Alpha. Giddily, you saw her lay on her back, raising her neck up for her Alpha in glee.

It was official.

You had a horny whore for an Omega.

Your designation was going to officially drive you nuts.

“You don’t need to do anything, okay?” Steve grounded at you. “Just call Cho and tell her you’re going on Heat Leave. I’m pretty sure there’s someone else who can take your spot. Okay?” he told you.

Even though you were sweating like you were in a freaking sauna, and your slick. Oh dear lord, your slick was dripping. You still could grasp his words.

“O-Okay,” you stammered out. Remembering that your phone was in the back pocket of your scrubs, you quickly pulled it out and texted Cho.

You: my heat started. can u sign me off for heat leave???

You: and ask laurie to cover for me??? pls???

Then, without waiting for an answer back, tossed your phone back into your pants. “I really need to get out of here or else I’m gonna leak. We’re both gonna have to jump ship. Like right now. I need to go to my apartment before I rip this office apart.”

Unfortunately for you, you had not gone to your apartment. Steve had convinced you, in your truly unruly state, that going to your apartment would take too long. Your smell had started to slowly protrude the place, so you had decided to slather some scent blockers on your gland before you left the office. Effectively masking your reeking scent.

All the while the slick running down your legs was making it more and more unbearable. You felt so freaking hot, that you were pretty sure that you were going to blow a fuse.

You weren’t kidding about jumping ship. Oh no, you had not. You had been one-hundred percent completely serious.

Instead of going to your apartment, Steve had taken both of you to his room in the Avengers Compound.

In a way, your Alpha was right.

His room was closer. Plus, it meant you didn’t have to go anywhere. You could stay in the Compound, where you were safe. Tony Stark had tip-top security, after all.

Upon noticing his door, you might have frowned a little.

You could smell wisps of Steve’s lingering scent. You could smell that spicy and musky smell. It certainly pleased your inner Omega. You could feel more and more slick dripping down your legs as your inner designation realized that she was in her Alpha’s safe place.

Alpha’s place. Must make nest. A good place to nurture our pups.

Your inner Omega’s crooning probably would have taken you over and lulled you into a false sense of security. You felt so light-headed. Like you were dizzy. Especially with the amount of slick going down your legs.

Oh yes, you did.

You so did.

Deep in your fuzzy haze though, you knew that Steve wasn’t in his Rut. You knew you weren’t getting pups any time soon.

Opening the door for you, Steve watched as you wobbled in. Standing in the middle of his room, you took in a shaky breath.

Softly closing the door behind you, Steve ushered you to his bed. Grabbing a shirt from his hamper that had his dirty clothes in it, he handed it over to you. Almost immediately on impulse, you rubbed it against your face. Deeply inhaling his scent, your thighs nearly quivered in need.

Steve should have received a fucking gold medal in his self-control. Your scent was making him so fucking hard. His Alpha was urging him to just pin you down and make you feel better.

Omega needs us. Must satiate Omega.

Unfortunately for him, Steve had more pressing matters to attend to.

Buck.

Even though it was about two hours before the jury would give their verdict, he still wanted to be there for his best pal.

“Get on the bed,” he told you gently. Through that thick haze, you managed to grasp his words. Following his instructions, you got on the bed of fluffy blankets. The urge to just make a nest was growing strong.

You were still sweating. Still shaking. Your scent coming off of you in waves. With every breath you took, Steve could see your nipples through your fabric even further. His Alpha was growing agitated, seeing the way you curled yourself up into a ball.

Gently rocking yourself back and forth because the cramps were hitting in, you couldn’t help the whine that escaped you. Even choking back a sob.

“Please.”

Never had your voice ever sounded this needy before. Like ever. Sucking in a deep breath, you tried to fight off the incoming headache that you knew was going to come.

All the while your cunt throbbed in need. Your Omega wailing for your Alpha’s knot.

But you knew Steve wasn’t in his Rut. He wasn’t. And it wasn’t like you were wanting pups any time soon.

Steve knew that he needed to change out of his Stealth Suit. He needed to shower. He needed to get to the courthouse on time.

“I need to shower,” Steve responded back to you. Clenching through your teeth, because you somehow still had some bits of your sanity still. “Shit, the verdict…” you groaned.

“Will you tell my cousin I can’t go? Cause of my Heat?”

“Yeah,” he assured you. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell her.”

“Oh… good…” you sighed. Before your face scrunched up in pain, due to yet another cramp.

“Fucking shit…”

And then, you were making grabby hands for Steve. “Just… just need you a little bit…” was all you managed to breathe out, your eyes cloudy.

“We don’t have much time,” Steve’s low tone was making your Omega cry out in need.

She really didn’t give a shit. She just needed her Alpha. She needed her Alpha.

“I’ll be okay. I’ll be fine. Just… just… just need you, Alpha. Please.”

Alpha.

That term of endearment sent the blood traveling down all the way to his dick. It even made his dick shoot up.

It happened so suddenly.

Your hands shot out to grab the front of his stealth suit. Grabbing him and tugging him down towards you, as his arms went back, to find the zipper. Once he found the zipper, he was pulling it down.

All the way down.

Yanking the suit off of him, your hands sank into his boxer briefs, fisting his cock.

It made Steve hiss in surprise.

Something changed in him.

Like someone had flipped a switch.

He pushed you down. All the way down onto his bed, making you shriek in surprise. It was enough to force for you to even let go of his dick.

And you were keeping a pretty strong grip on it.

But not enough, obviously. You know. Considering the next thing you saw were Steve’s eyes.

Only… they weren’t blue anymore.

They were a deep, dark blue. Deep midnight dark blue, like the night sky. Like Twilight Noir or some shit from a makeup video, you had seen from Michelle Phan a few years ago.

His hands went for your scrub pants, yanking them down by gripping onto the waistband, pulling and tugging them all the way down until they were at your feet. Kicking them off, he even decided to tug down your panties too.

You know. Just for good measure.

Tossing the flimsy material aside, he wasted no time.

Something akin to a gasp, maybe even a cry was expressed from you when he pushed in.

All the way in.

it was so easy. Easier than normal. Steve swore deeply as he felt himself sliding in with ease.

You were so warm. So perfect. Loose and nice. All ready for him.

“Feel that?” his voice was ragged as he breathed against you, his lips ghosting over your gland. “Feel how good you feel round me? Feel how good we are together, Little Omega?”

A whimper.

Sweet noises to his ears, if he said so himself. You choked, your entire body shuddering at the feeling of being full.

Steve heeded no time, his thrusts rough and quick. Every thrust smacked against your hips. He even grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart even further so he could have wider access.

Wet, slapping noises echoed in Steve’s bedroom. If the rooms weren’t supersoldier, heck, even Hulk proof, he was pretty sure anyone walking down the hallway probably would’ve heard what he was doing to you. It was as if someone had deeply possessed him. With every thrust back into you, he watched as your eyes rolled back into your head. Or feeling how hard your hands were desperately holding onto his shoulders. Your nails beginning to dig into his skin cause you were holding him so gosh darn tight.

He was rougher, much rougher than he had ever been with you. And it was okay. You were finding yourself very much in the pro camp of this. You were digging this.

You even wrapped your legs around him. In an effort to bring him nothing but closer to you as he continued to pound into you like his life depended on it.

One of his hands had reached down in between your legs, finding your clit. Roughly rubbing it and matching his rubs with his thrusts, you squealed like a barnyard animal or something.

Something of that nature probably.

While he rubbed your clit and thrusted his erection back into you, your head was surprisingly not smacking into the pillows.

Like… it surprised you.

It really surprised you. You thought your head was gonna behave like a frigging Funk Pop head or some shit.

You felt sweaty. Heavy. Getting even closer to your orgasm with every damned thrust from Steve.

And then you snapped.

You really snapped.

Really, your orgasm came with a bang. It left you nearly speechless as you came with a wordless cry, your toes curling upward as your back arched up. Your orgasm made white noise pound in your ears as bright lights exploded in your vision.

Pleasure erupted from within you as the sensation flooded you like floodgates.

Steve was lost in it.

All he wanted to do was continue to fuck himself into you deeper, prolonging your orgasm. He couldn’t explain how good it felt. Feeling your inner vaginal walls clench around his still hard cock.

Thanks to the damn serum, his erection lasted longer than normal. He could easily go three more rounds. But Steve had places to be.

“You want it? You want me to come in you?” Steve’s low timbre slowly brought you out of your haze.

Owlishly, you blinked up at him in complete and utter surprise.

“W-Well.. you’re not in a Rut, so I guess it would be okay…” your voice trailed off, full of uncertainty.

Three thrusts.

That was how long Steve lasted inside of you before he came. Filling you up completely.

Your Omega cried out happily at this.

You were satisfied. And tired.

Finally feeling him pull out of you after what had seemed to be a while, the empty feeling rushed through you for a second.

Your Omega cried out in dismay.

“You’re gonna come back, right?”

Hearing your words made Steve pause. He looked back at you, still naked as the day he had been born.

“Yeah,” his voice was soft. “I’ll come back. Promise.”

“M’kay…” you were nodding off.

And then you fell asleep to the scent of your Bondmate.

With Steve at the courthouse…

He had been so lucky.

So freaking lucky.

After taking his shower, Steve had immediately dressed up and managed to catch Natasha and Clint before the eight of them, (Tony, Wanda, Sam, and Rhodey included), got to the courthouse.

Luckily for them, they got there on time.

Right on time.

Your cousin had been there first, and she looked confused when she didn’t see you.

“How come she didn’t come?” She asked Steve as the two of them walked down the hallway that led to the room where the hearing was set.

“Her heat came,” was Steve’s soft answer. A nod of understanding came from your cousin.

“Gotcha. Well… I’ll have to check up on her with my heats too if that’s the case…” a sigh from your cousin and a shake of her head made Steve look at her in consideration.

Then, the realization struck him.

Right. Hydra stuff. Right.

“Oh, right.” At Steve’s mutter, a small little smile appeared on her face. “Thank you for understanding, Captain Rogers.”

As the nine of them continued down the hall, Natasha looked a bit nervous. With every step that slowly led her closer and closer to the door, she could feel her own heart thump harder and harder.

Voice low, she spoke. “I’m terrified.”

Clint looked over at his wife.

Usually, if people were to describe Natasha Romanov, they would probably say words like “deadly assassin” “powerful woman” or even “mysterious.”

All of those words just didn’t sound right to her. They didn’t make sense to her.

“You’re Natalia. You’re my student. Of course I care about you, Natalia.”

Yasha’s words echoed in her head as she walked into the courtroom. The nine of them sat down in the audience part of the courthouse, waiting for Bucky.

“Don’t be scared. I’m sure the jury will make a good decision.”  Clint reassured her.

Natasha just squeezed his hand.

James Buchanan Barnes had seen nothing like it.

When the prison guard escorted him out of his cell and into the SUV, he had remained quiet on the ride there.

Until he had entered the courthouse.

Everything seemed to flip on its head when he was escorted inside. Walking into the courthouse and into the elevator to get onto the fifth floor.

Just as the elevator dinged and he stepped out, he could feel it.

Deep in his soul. He felt it.

Hell, even his Alpha felt it.

He caught the familiar face of Steve. Natalia. Her Alpha, Clint. And the bird man. Tony Stark was there too. And the witch, who Steve had called Wanda. Her older twin brother Pietro couldn’t make it, considering he was currently busy upstate. Helping with Charles Xavier’s school for mutants. The ocher-skinned Omega was giving him a confident look and a nod of encouragement.

And his girl.

She was here too.

Sitting in the pews next to Steve, although she was a few feet away. They made quick eye contact before he turned back around front.

Once he got to the defendant's table, he sat down with his lawyer.

“You’re doing a great job,” The Alpha known as Matt Murdock told him quietly. Quite enough so he could hear it. He was pretty sure Natalia and Steve heard it too.

“I hope so,” was his quiet mumble.

Matt adjusted his red glasses just as the judge came in.

“All rise,” Bucky heard the bailiff boom from his desk. Everyone stood up at attention as the judge sat down in her seat.

“You all may be seated.”

The sounds of Bucky and Matt’s chairs, along with General Ross’s chair squeaking against the floor echoed in his ears.

“Thank you all very much for being here. As you all know, this is a very high profiled case. I wish to thank Captain Steven Grant Rogers and our fellow Avengers for showing up and giving their testimonies. And, to Miss Romanov-Barton for giving us the mission reports. And lastly, I would like to thank every single member serving on our jury. You have done your country a great service. Now, we shall begin.”

“The United States vs James Barnes case is a very peculiar one. James Barnes has lived three lives. One in the nineteen-forties serving in our US Army as a Sergeant in World War Two against Nazi Germany and the Axis Powers, second as a brainwashed Hydra agent, and third— just as his best friend from childhood and our resident Captain America, Steve Rogers— a man out time. The United States vs James Barnes case falls under the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Amendments. He is also being tried under cases of prisoner of war, murder, terrorism, treason, and insurrection in insinuating a riot.”

Bucky swallowed deeply. He looked absolutely nervous. He was downright terrified.

“Does the jury have a verdict?” The female Alpha spoke to the lead juror.

“Yes, Your Honor.” One of the jurors answered.

“Evidence shows that Sergeant Barnes was not in the right state of mind and suffered emotional and physical torture at the hands of Hydra. His code words, given to us by Miss Romanov from the red Hydra book conclude to the jury that Sergeant Barnes was not doing what he was ordered under his own violation.”

“We the jury found Sergeant Barnes not guilty under the charges of murder, terrorism, treason, and insurrection of insinuating a riot. We also found Sergeant Barnes not guilty under the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Amendments.”

Bucky’s Omega stared at the judge, a stray tear rolling down her face.

That meant…

“Very well. Under the court of law and the state of New York, I announce that Sergeant James Barnes is not guilty of his charges. This case is resolved.”

"The jury, thank you for your service today. The court is adjourned. I will please request that our federal government pays Sergeant Barnes the dime he is owed for every day in captivity. Sergeant Barnes, you’re free to go.”

The banging of the gavel snapped everyone out of their stupor.

Bucky barely registered General Ross getting up and marching out of the room. The jury was escorted out, handing their badges to the bailiff before they left the room.

“Congratulations, Sergeant Barnes.” Matt smiled at him. Even if he couldn’t see the other Alpha, because he was blind.

“Buck.”

Steve’s low voice snapped him out of his daze.

His mouth was still agape as he looked at his old pal.

“We did it, Yasha. You’re free.” He could have sworn Natalia was crying tears of joy.

Her words sank in.

Free.

James Buchanan Barnes was finally free.

Taglist: @bxnnywriting, @greeneyedblondie44, @hawsx3, @sunflowerfive

Fic Taglist: @openup-yourmind, @captainson-of-coul

[holylulusworld]

Jacklesverse Bingo masterlist

Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.

Please consider none of these stories are available yet.

I won't take requests for this bingo.

Stories are written for @jacklesversebingo

Square 1: Treacherous (Demon!Dean x Huntress!Reader): Betrayal

Square 2: One autumn night (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader): Bubbles

Square 3: All that glitters is not gold (Soldier Boy x Reader): A fancy party

Square 4: Drowning (Dean Winchester x Reader): "You can't save me. Just go!"

Square 5: Undercover (Beau Arlen x Reader): Spy AU

Square 6: ??? (??? x Reader): "And it doesn't bother you at all that you nearly killed her?"

Square 7: Golden Boy vs Dirty Boy (Soldier Boy x Reader x Steve Rogers): "Sign me up."

Square 8: Petrified (Post Hell! Dean Winchester x Reader): Nightmares

Square 9: Uncharted Fate (1): (Treasure Hunter!Dean Winchester x Archaeologist!Reader): A Quest

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

WIP TITLE TAG GAME

@leatafandom This is the third time I’ve tried to make this damned post. Lol! @staff (tumblr) keeps eating my post even though it tells me it is saving my draft. Anyway, here is my list.

Please feel free to ask any questions about any of the docs by file name either by comment, reblog, or ask. Thank you!

Winchesters A Life in the Hunter House

(Hades — Tartarus) The Empty’s Daughter

#99 prompt

#99.2 prompt

A Father’s Daughter

Alec M x Reader Crush

Alec x Reader 2

All around me 2.0 (Slow Burn)

Alpha Angel Cas x Omega!Witch!F! Reader

Alpha! Dean x Omega F!

Alpha Dr Castiel Alpha Dean sinus problems true mates

An Angel’s Unexpected Companion

Angst Reader Hurt/Comfort wHappy unexpected ending

Ao3 2023 Kinktober

Ao3 Romancing the Hunter

Ao3 Xmes Exchange Quicky 2023

Ask Request 2024-02-28 Beau x Reader

Ask Request 2024-05-31 Sam Wesson x Gabriel

Ask Request 2024-06-12 Billy Butcher x m/ftm

Ask Request 2024-06-13 Dean or Jensen x Older F! Reader

Ask Request 2024-06-29 Sam x Methos

Ask Request 2024-07-02 FicFacers 2024 (Oct due date)

AU - BDSM Dom Cas Switch/Dom Dean x Sub Fem

Bankers, Fairies, and Foreclosures, Oh my! (From @writing-prompt-s)

Being a sex god isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Alex Drabble - Making a boring chore a little more fun together

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Boredom WIP

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Disassociation 2

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Timestamp.2 Horror Movie

Burning Up

Destiel Date Night

Destiel Rabbit Moth Love Story

Domestic Destiel #? Glowy Angel seduction

Dragon Cas x Dean Plot (Giant and Pet meme)

Falling in love with Angel ORIGINAL

God-made Nephilim Rescues Castiel

Guardian of Humanity scene Drabble

Guardian of Humanity journal and scene

Heat

Ignoring the Alpha’s Voice

Ignoring Their Omega

Imagine Dean comes home after a bad day. (from @harmonity-vibes)

Nephilim of Stone

Post 15x19 DestielxAlex

Purpose

Rough time with your mental illness 2.0 (from @imaginethatsupernatural )

Scent Out, Make Out

Sick Stubborn Reader x Angel Cas

Soldier Boy x Flirty Reader

Spn Fairy Tales: The Ugly Duckling, a Destiel story (inspired by @fledglinginatrenchcoat-blog)

Spn poly Drabble 2023-08-30

SPNBB…

Sugar Daddy Horseman Death x Lucifer

Tell Me No Lies

Tell Me No Lies 2.0 (Nightingale Witch)

The Angel’s Mate 2.0

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story 2.0

The Omega

The Packless, no longer less —Bad Day (Becoming the Pack Alpha's Mate)

The Packless, no longer less SERIES

The Virus ORIGINAL

They don’t know when to quit

Trigger Warning

True Mate A/B/O DestielxAfab

Two Men and the Virgin

Warming Him Up

Winchester!Sister x Castiel

I’m gonna go a step beyond because I can. I am going to advise WIPs in my TUMBLR DRAFTS too. This will include the date, title or inspiration, and pairing if I have one.

Jul 2 - Moth to A Flame, Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Feb 29 - “Could you tell me another story while we drive to our destination, (Y/N)?” from @imaginethatsupernatural

Aug 20, 2022 - Angel!Castiel x Hunter!Reader (GN)

Jul 15, 2022 - Sub/Switch!Bi!Dean Winchester x Sub!F!Reader x Dom!Bi!Castiel

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[foxgloveprincess]

I Need You More Than Anyone

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Omega Reader [First Person Narrator]

Word Count: 5.9K

Summary: It’s just supposed to be a regular Saturday night at the bar. When Steve comes to pick you up, like he normally does, things don’t exactly end up the way you expect.

Warnings: my own interpretation of A/B/O dynamics (no smut), cursing (like lots of bad language words), very mild angst, kissing, romantic fluff. Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Congratulations, Georgie (@bonkywobble​), for getting 500 followers! You’re so amazing and such a great friend. This is the first challenge I’ve participated in, and it was so fun. I can’t wait to see what the other participants write. 💜 I’m not gonna lie, this one fought with me, but I like where it ended up.

I love feedback, so go ahead and like & reblog if you want. Do not copy, rewrite, translate or post my work anywhere. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work on this or any other website (I cross-post to my AO3 account).

Title from “Build Me Up Buttercup” by The Foundations

This is not Beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Enjoy!

Tagging some friends who have expressed interest in reading my fics: ​ @slothspaghettiwrites​ @river-soul​ @kleohoneyao3​​ 

The ice clinks in the glass, the sound lost in the crowd’s chatter and the music playing overhead. Twiddling with the mini straw, I swirl the liquid, first clockwise then counter-clockwise, searching for entertainment that I know I won’t find.

Glancing around the room, I squint through the low lighting. It’s never bright enough in the bar—though perhaps that’s just my eyes.

Darcy stands against the wall, fiddling with a man’s sweater and smirking up at his dazed expression. Her eyes flick over to me, sending a quick wink and turning back to her beau for the night.

Mild envy simmers in my gut as I turn back to the bar, wishing I had her effervescence. She sparkles in any room and attracts people to her—alphas, betas, omegas. It’s quite the impressive sight.

Most Saturdays I find myself in her company, a nice dinner at one of our favorite restaurants and hours spent at the local watering hole, searching for a ‘good time’ and a chance at something new. Because both of us know what we’re looking for—I’m looking for the right partner, she’s looking for her partner right now.

It suits her, being in the proverbial spotlight and finding someone new, or not so new, to flirt with. She thrives in this environment.

Tonight, it’s Ian again—at least from what I can tell looking at the back of his head. I’m happy for her. They’re actually quite cute together and always seem to have fun.

On the other hand, I’ve never found anyone on these nights out—whether no one’s interested or I’m too much of a wallflower, it’s beyond my ken. But I don’t mind the atmosphere, the life and vitality thrumming through the bar. And I don’t hurt for company when Darcy wanders off, the staff welcoming and willing to look after me.

Staring at my drink, I smile to myself, shaking my head and casting a quick glance back over my shoulder to check on my friend. Though she never seems to need it.

I mean, she’s the omega that tased the knot-head captain of the debate team when he tried to corner me against the lockers in high school. ‘Omegas stick together’, she had said—and she’s stuck by me ever since.

Yeah, she can take care of herself just fine.

“Why do you come out at all?” a voice inquires. My eyes raise to the bartender, Loki, wiping at the bar top, brow quirked in question. “You don’t even like it.”

“It makes her happy,” I say with a shrug, sipping at my ginger ale. “Plus, I do like it. The company’s great when it’s not being so snarky.”

I quirk my brow at the man accusingly, rump shifting on the barstool, looking for a comfortable position after sitting for so long.

He hums in return, placing down his rag and crossing his arms. “I’ve called your alpha.”

I choke, the carbonation burning in my throat until my eyes water. “Loki!” I screech, banging my hand on the wood of the bar. “I don’t have an alpha.”

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “Fine, I called Steve, then.” I squawk, just as indignant, raising my finger to chew the alpha out for his glib statement, but he continues, “You’re obviously itching to leave and you know how Val is about omegas leaving the bar on their own.”

“I’m not even drinking,” I insist, gesturing to my glass of soda. “You’ve been serving me all night.”

“Yes, well. It’s Val,” Loki states, with a pointed look. “She intimidates me more than you.” He chuckles, green eyes shining in the low lights.

A scoff blows across my lips as I send a glare in his direction. “I hate you,” I pout, leaning back with my shoulders slumped.

“No you don’t, darling.” His smile spreads across his face, his forearms leaning on the counter.

“No, I don’t,” I admit, the words bitten out on petulant syllables. My hand runs over my face, a groan buzzing my lips. “You shouldn’t have called Steve, though. He’s in the middle of preparing for his latest exhibition. He gets so stressed, Loki. You shoulda called someone else.” My teeth worry over my lip, a wave of guilt washing over me.

The incredulous look Loki returns in my direction penetrates so deep I can sense the impending roll of his eyes. “Who would you suggest I call then?” he asks, sarcastically, gesturing at me for my answer with a sweep of his hand.

When no one comes to mind, I change the subject, asking, “Well, what about Darcy?”

“You know I always take care of her,” Loki reminds softly, shooting a fond glance over my shoulder in her direction. His brows knit together as he observes her for a lingering minute. “Though she seems to be finding some familiar company tonight.”

My head tilts, eying the alpha in sympathy. Before I can think of a way to reply, a warm hand lands on my shoulder.

The familiar weight distracts me, drawing my attention to the alpha behind me. Even in such a crowded bar, the notes of graphite and whiskey in his musky scent tickle my nose. I lean back, knowing he’ll support my weight, face scrunched in apology as I catch his eye.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” I groan pitifully, a pout sitting on my lower lip.

The lights of the bar illuminate his face, the room brightening slightly even as I wait for his remonstrance.

He just smiles, face full of understanding. “Sweetheart, you know you don’t need to apologize.” He turns to Loki with gratitude dripping from his scent. “Thanks for calling me, man.”

Loki nods, a knowing smirk on his lips. Catching the cheeky sparkle in his eyes, I lean forward again, landing my elbows on the bar, sticking my tongue out at the bartender in a childish gesture.

Steve’s hand moves to the back of my neck, gently squeezing at my nape. “Come on, omega,” he coaxes with an amused chuckle, “let’s get you home.”

My head immediately drops, eyelids fluttering, my whole skeleton turning into a pile of goo, for a second.  My omega purrs with the quiet display of dominance, submitting easily. Steve releases me once my breathing calms to soft, deep inhales, the spark of my agitation effectively stifled. He grabs my purse, tucking it under his arm, hand finding the small of my back to guide me out.

“See you two next week,” Loki snipes playfully as we turn away.

And in seconds, that spark ignites once more, burning to life. With Steve’s hand on my back, I can’t turn back to make a final parting shot, but my lip contorts in an irritated snarl. Steve simply turns his head, shooting an unimpressed glance to our friend with a final wave and nudges me out of the bar.

The cool breeze greets us outside, the air crisp and fresh. Steve’s scent much more noticeable in the natural air. I sigh, drinking it in, and crane my neck to look at the stars. The vexation draining away as soon as the door closes behind us.

“Thanks for picking me up,” I murmur, head tilting to catch my friend’s gaze. “I’m sorry if you were working on art pieces for your newest show. I know how involved they can be.”

Steve waves a dismissive hand in the air, not even saying a word as his lips quirk in the corner. He gestures for me to walk.

“My truck is parked just down the road.”

I nod, acknowledging his remark, unmoving, basking in the night air. I can see the old blue truck less than ten feet away. But I’m not ready to jump into it quite yet.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, mild worry clinging to his words.

I hum, head bobbing as my eyes close for a brief moment. “It’s just so peaceful outside.”

He hums, a small sound of relief and acceptance, leaning his body against the façade of the building, waiting for me.

The quiet hush surrounds us, ambient noises of the night familiar—crickets, the hoot of an owl, the occasional crunch of gravel under tires, a muffled sound of music drifting on the breeze.

Steve breaks the tranquil moment, clearing his throat. My eyes loll in his direction, finding him under the fuzzy lamplight.

“How’s your week been?” he asks, starting up a conversation, checking in even though we text each other everyday.

Warmth encompasses me, despite the chilly air, a feeling of contentment radiating from within. A smalls smile pulls at my lips, happy with his thoughtfulness.

“Nothing that I haven’t already told you, really. Though Phil’s been a bit more stressed lately with the election coming up,” I admit, rubbing the built-up tension in my shoulders with one of my hands. “Not like he has any competition in our little town.”

“He’s treating you okay though, right?” Steve straightens in his spot as I step over to the wall and lean next to him.

“Yes,” I drone with a smile, rolling my eyes in faux exasperation.  “He treats me the same as he always has. Part of me thinks he’s scared he’ll upset you if he doesn’t.” My hand covers my lips as snicker breaks through, Steve’s brow raising in surprise.

It’s no great secret that our mayor is quite proud to have such a prolific artist living in town. But if Steve knew to what extent Mayor Coulson idolized him, he’d be quite dumbfounded. To be fair, though, Steve seems to react that way when anyone recognizes or admires his talent.

“What’re you working on right now?” I ask, dying to hear about his newest pieces, chomping at the bit for details.

“Just a sculpture,” he replies cryptically.

My face drops into a scowl, lips pursed and blowing a raspberry in his direction. He laughs in response, eyes shining with mirth. I sigh, disgruntled.

In all the years we’ve known each other, Steve’s always kept his works in progress so hush-hush, locked away like they’re national secrets. It’s a wonder I survive the time between his shows—though he always brings me into his studio for my own personal preview, watching my reaction to seeing the beauty he creates for the first time. A quiet, private moment between the two of us, just for us. More often than not I end up in tears, left speechless and moved by his artistic expression.

I’ve suspected for years that he stays so secretive just to rile me up, to get that reaction from me.

He evades any further questions by asking, “Did you hear Bucky, Nat, and Sam are moving back to town?”

“Really?!” I shriek at the news, bouncing on my toes and turning my body toward his. A wide smile pulls at the corners of my lips, spreading them toward my ears. At Steve’s confirming nod, a noise of excitement bursts from my throat. “Bucky’s coming back!” Hands clapping in front of my chest, my body wiggles with delight.

My hands grasp Steve’s wrist, pulling him with me as I spin in circles and drag him along, needing to expel my new burst of energy. He breathes deeply, a soft smile twitching at the corner of his lips.

“My best friend is finally coming home,” I enthuse, swinging the alpha’s arm between us.

Steve scoffs indignantly, “Hey! I thought—”

“You are my best friend, Steve,” I assure sincerely. “But Bucky and I—we’re both omegas. I can talk to him about anything, you know?”

“You can always talk to me,” Steve insists, pulsing his grip on my arm until I look to him.

My wide smile shifts to something small and sweet, seeing the genuine affection in the alpha’s eyes. That warmth blossoms in my chest again, slow and tender.

“I know, Steve.” I wrap my arm around his, cuddling up to his side for a second before a train of thought sparks to life.

My hands gently shove him away as a gasp bursts past my lips. He steps aside at the force, though he’s strong enough that he does it solely for my own benefit. My tone drops slightly lower as we meander closer to Steve’s truck.

“Darcy’s gonna freak that Sam’s coming back,” I mutter, giddiness bubbling up my throat and bursting out of me in a short giggle.

“Why’s that?” Steve asks with a fond shake of his head.

“Well, we’ve just always had a crush on him,” I reply easily. My feet jump in front of his path, backing up with my eyes on him, arms swaying at my sides.

A deep, rolling growl, vibrates Steve’s chest for a moment before abruptly cutting off, choked down and silenced. A shock of dread shoots down my spine at the sound. My eyes dart over his face, scanning for signs of his sudden mood swing.

“Are you okay?” I ask , stopping his progress forward when he attempts to keep walking toward his truck, my palm flat against his chest.

He clears his throat, refusing to meet my gaze. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had a crush on Sam.” He looks up through his lashes, sheepish and apologetic.

I hum, forgiveness bestowed easier than breathing, “Oh yeah, when he moved into town junior year of high school, all of us got a crush on him—me, Darcy, Bucky, Natasha, Sharon. Nat and Bucky are just the lucky ones who nabbed his heart by the time we all came home from college.” A goofy grin spreads my lips as I explain, feeling the need to justify the admission. “He’s just so charismatic, stands up for what’s right and protects the ones he loves, a genuinely great guy—who hasn’t fallen in love with him?”

Steve nods slowly, face drawn in contemplation. I retake my place at his side, continuing our short trek to his truck.

The alpha continues to stew in his thoughts, and I let him. Feeling no need to fill the empty air between us, and not smelling any cause for concern in his scent.

A thought strikes me just as my feet meet the curb, his keys jingling as he pulls them from his pocket.

“You know, you must get that all the time,” I comment glancing toward the alpha.

Steve turns to me, confused. His eyes looking lost in that adorable puppy dog way of his. My lips twitch toward a smile.

“You and Sam,” I clarify with a nod directed at him, “You’re practically the same person. So you must have hundreds—if not thousands—of people in love with you.”

Steve doesn’t comment, absorbing my assessment with a quiet hum. He reaches out for the door of his truck, hand grasping the handle. At the movement, reluctance surges forward within me. I stop him with a slight tug to the back of his leather jacket. He turns around, a questioning glance as his hand drops back to his side.

“Can we walk home?” I request, not ready to be cooped up or sitting again so soon after getting out of the bar. “I mean, we can walk to my place and I’ll lend you my keys to drive my car home.”

“It’s too cold, sweetheart. I don’t want you getting sick,” he rebukes, pulling me closer toward the car.

I dig my heels in, tempted to stomp my foot. Though, Steve’s a stubborn one and I’m no match for him. Instead, I change tactics, turning to him with my most pitiful pleading expression and begging, “Please, Steve? I’ll be fine, I promise.”

He stares at me, lips pressed in a frown. The muscles in his jaw twitch, clearly disapproving of my pleas. But the longer he remains silent, the more certain I am he’ll cave.

A minute passes, then two. He drops his chin, sighing in defeat.

“Alright,” he grumbles, shrugging off his jacket and shoving it into my arms. “But you gotta wear this.”

My lips part, ready to refuse, “But—”

“No buts,” he interrupts, crossing his arms and staring me down. My instincts buckle, my chin tilting slightly in submission, my omega whining in the back of my mind. “Either you wear that, or you get in the car. Your choice.”

I huff, wrapping the worn, warm leather around my shoulders. My nose briefly brushes the collar. It smells like him. I pull it tighter around my body, taking comfort in his familiar scent. Cocking my brow at Steve, I silently ask his approval. He smirks, stepping away from his truck and pocketing his keys.

“Come on,” he chuckles, jutting his chin in the direction of my apartment.

I follow, gait easy, feeling pleased and thoroughly entertained by our antics.

We walk a block in comfortable silence, passing the bakery, the bookstore, and an empty storefront with a tarp over the windows.

My arms swing by my sides until the jacket starts to slip off. Being as unobtrusive as possible, I weave my arms through the sleeves, another indulgent whiff of Steve’s scent wafting to my nose.

“Tell me,” Steve starts when we step back on the sidewalk after crossing the next street. “Why do you go to the bar with Darcy when you so rarely enjoy yourself?”

I bark a laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. When Steve looks over, I bite back further giggles, pressing my smiling lips shut.

“Loki asked the same question tonight,” I explain, amusement bright in my tone. “So, I guess I’ll give you the same answer.” My head tilts as I look over, wondering at his curiosity. “It makes Darcy happy. And I do like it. Sometimes it just gets to be a bit too much.”

He hums quietly in response, tucking his hands in his pockets and sagely nodding his head.

“That’s not the only reason, is it?” he coaxes knowingly, prodding me with his elbow.

My cheeks puff with an air of indignation, but we both know he’s right. He won’t push me to tell him the real reason—he never does. But he’s curious and, if there’s anyone I can vent to, it’s Steve.

I kick out on the next step, watching my foot propel a rock down the sidewalk. “I,” the word fizzles out, but I gather my confidence and continue along this unintended path of vulnerability, “I also go because I’m always hoping that my someone will finally find me there.”

Steve’s steps slow, his head cocking to the side, giving me his full attention. “What do you mean?” he asks, a crease forming between his brows.

My hands knead together in front of my abdomen, nerves jittering under my skin. But it’s Steve. So, there’s nothing to fear, right?

“I just,” I pause, swallowing my bubbling anxiety, “I just always hope I’ll meet my true mate, you know? That they’ll notice me at the bar and we’ll be able to connect.”

My shoulders shrug nonchalantly while my anxiety turns into a stiff tension. Waiting for Steve’s reaction is like waiting for the guillotine blade to drop.

I pull his jacket tighter around me, hoping to block out the nerves that prick at the back of my mind, and it helps. The scent calming the sharpness as I watch expressions flit across his features, too fast to identify.

When his brows raise and his lips part, I hold up my hand, cutting him off before he can start and saving myself from his judgement at the last minute—unprepared to hear his criticism.

“And I know ‘True Mates’,” I say using air quotes, “are some bullshit trope propagated by Hollywood.” I avert my gaze, focusing on the pavement at my feet, scowling at it like it’s personally insulted my mother. “But I believe that everyone has at least one person—their person, the mate that they’re destined to find.” My toes scuff the concrete, dragging my legs like I’m slogging through mud. “If true mates exist, I’ll never find mine if I never put myself out there,” I pronounce, repeating the words like a mantra.

A familiar hopelessness begins to well in my stomach, the doubt that I’ll never find my mate, but I shake my head, swiftly shoving it down and burying it deep. Part of me praying that the acrid dejection doesn’t soak into my scent for Steve to detect.

His mouth closes, his head canting in the other direction as he mulls my statement over in his mind. “Yeah, I guess I believe that, too,” he concedes quietly.

My head perks up at his agreement, not realizing that he would share my sentiments.

“Really?” I ask, flabbergasted, brows inching toward my hairline.

“Really,” he agrees with a huff of laughter. “What? Is it so hard to believe that an artist can be a romantic, too?” A teasing spark lights his eyes.

A sheepish smile flashes across my lips. “No, I suppose not.”

We turn down a side street, walking away from the town’s main road and heading toward the more residential blocks. Steve glances over at me once, twice, thrice, before asking the question that spins the cogs working in his head.

“So, how would you know who your true mate is?” His hand reaches up to the back of his neck, rubbing over his nape as he asks. Curiosity laces his tone, mulled with a hint of something I can’t pinpoint.

The corner of my lip twitches up in a smile, suddenly aware of how charming he is. It’s absolutely ludicrous that he hasn’t found his mate yet—that betas and omegas don’t line up and down the street for a chance to catch his eye.

I delay my response for a minute, gathering my thoughts, compiling the sentiments that I’ve considered for years into a concise and somewhat coherent list—and dragging out Steve’s suspense just a little bit, to watch him wait.

“I’ll be honest,” I begin, rubbing the side of my face with my knuckles. “I’ve thought about this a lot, but I only sort of know what I want. Though I’ve certainly been through plenty of failed relationships to know what I don’t want.”

I peek toward his face, my teeth clacking together when I glimpse his eyes, focused in a way I’ve never seen. A small voice in the back of my head starts chanting don’t don’t don’t in a quiet whisper. The thought surprises me, stunning me into silence.

The alpha patiently waits another block for a continuation of my thought, breathing deeply and scenting the air for any reason relating to my hesitance.

My teeth gnaw at my cheek, even more nervous now, but I start spewing like a party girl with one too many drinks in her stomach.

“I just-I just want someone who fits,” I state firmly, decisively. Steve’s face scrunches in befuddlement, so I continue to explain, “I want—need—someone loving and kind, who gives me the dominance I crave, and cares for me. Someone I can care and provide for in return.” I breathe through my relief, feeling free and heard as I discuss this with someone who wants to listen. Excitement thrums through my veins, enthusiasm taking over as I gush. “But more than that, I want to be able to show them every part of me, love them with every part of me, and be a big, huge, weird dork, and still know that they love me—because of my idiosyncrasies, not in spite of them.”

By the end, I’m beaming, weightless and almost giddy from the confession. Observing Steve, I wait for his response with bated breath.

“So,” Steve ponders, his eyes shadowed away from the streetlights, shoulders stiff, “anyone come close to fitting your bill?”

“If they did, I wouldn’t be walking home with you, you big lug.” I playfully shove at his arm, his stride remaining unbroken. Not even a little sidestep. I huff a laugh, rolling my eyes and clicking my tongue. “What about you?”

“I’ve got my eye on somebody,” he replies, cryptic once again. He sniffs, avoiding my gaze as I seek his out.

“Really?” The syllables elongate on my tongue, skepticism clear in my voice. “Cause I never see you with anyone,” I accuse, scowling at the alpha. “Have you even tried courting them?”

“Not recently,” he admits, bitten syllables softened by a reserved regret. “I used to try, but I wasn’t sure if she reciprocated my feelings. So, now, I just let it be. If we’re meant to be together, we’ll find a way. And if not?” His shoulders slump, releasing their tension. “Then I can live with that.”

“That’s kinda beautiful, Steve,” I muse, tone sympathetic and sullen, “but also really fuckin’ sad.”

“I know,” he concedes, nodding his head, forlorn.

“Who is she? Do I know her? What’s her designation?” The questions bubble out of me, an unshakable urge to know everything about this mystery woman whose existence had been inconsequential to me until this moment. Needing to remedy Steve’s state, heart breaking for him.

He sighs, a piteous, aggrieved sound rumbling in his chest. “I’m not telling you, sweetheart.”

“Why not?” I demand, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning toward him with a disappointed frown.

“Cause you would,” he pauses for a second, face pinching at the thought that flashes across his mind, before beginning again, “cause you would pressure her to be with me and I don’t want that.”

I scoff, flinging my arms open in a gesture of incredulity, “So you’d rather be alone?”

“I’d rather she be happy,” he replies quietly.

My mouth snaps shut, a pang shooting through my heart, the muscle clenching in my chest. My shoulder slump with my limp arms, feeling my ribs collapse in on themselves with the weight of his statement.

Silence descends over us, our steps crunching on the sidewalk as my apartment building comes into view. My brow furrows, seeing my friend’s pain for the first time, that quiet anguish that hangs around his shoulders.

My lips part on a softer question, glimpsing him in my periphery and swallowing down the lump in my throat. “Does she smell like home?” I ask, voice cracking over the words. My lips try to spread into a smile, but it’s shaky and slips away easily. “One whiff and you’re weak in the knees?”

“Yeah,” he affirms, gazing up at the moon hanging in the sky. His eyes go hazy, getting lost in his thoughts.

This woman must really be amazing, leaving him starry-eyed and devoted, even when his love may be unrequited.

A strange jealousy seeps through my body, my lips pursing in discomfort at the feeling. It lingers even when I try to clear it away from my throat. Shaking my head and trying to lighten the mood, I whistle low, pulling his attention back to the conversation and away from the clouds.

“Her scent must really be something.” The comment rolls off my tongue easily as I step to the side and shove my hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, clutching at the lining like it’s my saving grace, palms sweating.

My omega whines in the back of my mind for escape, for distance, for this unusual pain to disappear, for comfort. Steve doesn’t respond, still caught up in his own head.

“I’ve never met anyone who smells better than you,” I remark in the quiet moment, not expecting Steve to pay attention to my rambling. And it keeps spilling out, “But I’m not convinced scent is everything. The quiet matters more to me.”

“The quiet,” Steve repeats, dubious and still slightly distracted.

“Yeah,” I confirm, nodding my head slowly. “You know how my mind works, a thousand miles per hour, nonstop.” A small, self-deprecating smile tilts my lips. “But finding someone that can just make me feel safe and content, settled?” I lean forward, knees bending weakly as I let myself collapse inward a little over my statement while keeping my stride. “That’s the dream,” I admit blithely, “I’ve only ever felt that way around you.”

Steve’s brow raises at the statement, remaining silent. The conversation between us lulls once more, but the usual calm does not follow. Instead, I’m combating a small stab of anxiety that shoots through me like a bullet.

Our discussion plays through my mind again and again, quietly dissecting my admissions about my perfect mate. Something niggling in the back of my mind, a thorn in my side.

The cause of discomfort strikes like lightning, shocking me down to my toes and leaving me stunned in its wake.

My vision goes a little cloudy with the sharp realization. Stopping mid-step, I squeeze my eyes shut, mind racing, trying to make sense of the thought that has left me reeling. My heart flutters in my chest at the possibility. Affectionate warmth pools in my belly, something so much stronger than anything I’ve ever felt for anyone.

And then all at once, an overwhelming feeling of peace settles around me.

I’m in love with Steve Rogers.

An ecstatic disbelieving huff of laughter blows past my lips, joyous tears welling in my eyes. It makes sense. God, I’m an idiot.

Eyes fluttering open, they dart to Steve, halted a few paces ahead of me. His shoulders tense, sensing my omega’s initial unease on the air. His jaw twitches, muscles locked and waiting to pounce on the problem.

And I’m dunked in a pool of ice cold reality.

“Shit!” I exclaim at the ground, face falling, emotions surging through me like a tidal wave. “Motherfucking, goddamnit.” My hand runs over my hair, sinking into the tresses with distress. And the curses keep flowing past my lips, the only thing that feels under my control as the world falls away from under my feet. “Holy Mary, mother of—fuckin’ hell.”

This is not happening with my best friend—this can’t happen. Steve is Steve. Even if he’s my perfect match, the one person in the world who actually makes me feel loved and appreciated, who I care so deeply for it aches. He doesn’t feel the same. He just told me he has his eyes on someone else. God, I’m an idiot.

As my mind spirals down a path of panic, I hear Steve’s voice trying to calm me down. Trying to catch my attention, ask what’s wrong. It doesn’t work, I’m too lost.

And then my back slams into the brick wall of my building, Steve pinning me and blocking away any other stimulation from our environment. He breathes heavily, his chest expanding until it presses against mine. Hackles raised, he stares into my eyes, a flash of panic in his irises.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he pleads, his hands cradling my head to turn my gaze toward his.

My pulse jumps at his touch, my eyes widening at the proximity. “Fuck,” I whisper, face crumpling in anguish. But Steve shakes me softly, jarring my attention back to him.

“Tell me. what’s. wrong,” he demands, voice dropping to a pitch near his alpha tone.

My breath hitches, knees turning to jelly as I blurt, “I’m in love with you.” My hand smacks over my lips, a second too late to stop the words from spewing from my lips.

Steve steps back, eyes squinting and head tilting as he scans over my face. His brows sit low over his eyes, draw together with his scrutiny.

My hands clutch at the rough bricks, trying to grab onto anything to keep me standing. Words bubble in my throat, sputtering excuses that trip over my tongue in blubbering syllables as I try to excuse my confessed sentiment.

“I’m so sorry, Steve, I didn’t realize—I never thought—you don’t—”

Steve steps suddenly closer again, caging me against the wall, quietly shushing me with a delicate brush of his thumb over my lips. His forehead presses to mine, his eyes closing softly. A sweet smile stretches his lips, parting slightly on a amazed exhale.

“You love me,” he whispers, almost to himself, his scent filling with something so lush and heady, my head starts to spin.

“I-I love you,” I confirm, dragging a shaky breath into my lungs.

A spark of hope blooms in my chest the longer he holds me. So close, so affectionate, so tender, his scent filled with joy and relief. When his eyes open, the blue shining and steadfast, I feel weak, my skin pebbling with goosebumps and a shiver dancing down my spine.

His right hand cradles my neck, knuckles pressing into my scent gland until my knees wobble and my breath catches in my lungs. His other cups my cheek guiding my head closer. So close that as he speaks, his lips brush mine.

“Please let me kiss you, sweetheart.”

My head bobs once and that’s all it takes.

He kisses me softly. It’s sweet, the way his lips glide over mine, almost hesitant, chaste—treating me like a beautiful, fragile treasure.

He breaks away for a moment, lips parting on a question, “Are you sure—”

But my hands grip at his flannel shirt, pulling him back toward me, aching for another taste of him. He obliges happily, lips slanting over mine, deepening the kiss with passionate need.

His left arm wraps around my waist, fingers splaying on my back and gripping onto me like a lifeline. His tongue swipes over my lower lip, licking into my mouth and swallowing the tiny mewls of pleasure that echo in my throat.

As our lungs scream for oxygen, he pulls away, his forehead resting against mine, his eyes still firmly closed.

“God, if I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up,” he begs, words dripping with desperation, voice hoarse. The fingers of his right hand wrap gently around my neck, thumb caressing my jaw.

We stand in silence for a long, lingering moment, catching our breath and basking in each other’s scent, hanging thick in the air around us.

My fingers reach up, brushing a strand of his long hair away from his forehead, mind quite blank and thoughts peacefully still.

Steve revels in the delicate touch, his long lashes brushing his cheeks.

As he opens his brilliant, blue eyes, he snatches my retreating hand, pressing his lips to my palm and running his nose over my wrist.

“I have loved you for so long,” he confesses, quietly, fervently.

Our eyes lock, his gaze burning with earnest adoration. I swallow thickly, a jolt of pain lancing at my heart.

“I’m sorry I made you wait.” My chin drops in shame, thoughts stirring to berate myself over the years of wasted time.

“Hey.” He calls my name softly, fingers pulsing loosely around my neck. “Don’t apologize. Please. I have never regretted an instant of loving you.”

Meeting his gaze again, tears well in my eyes. My arms wrap around his waist, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I breathe deeply, drinking in his soothing scent and leaning on his muscles for support.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he says, his hand rubbing at my back in a calming gesture. “Let’s get you inside, all nice and warm in your apartment.”

I nod into his neck, drawing away and letting my fingers raise to absentmindedly scratch through the beard on his cheeks. “Will you stay with me?”

A happy, contented sound rumbles in his chest, smile brighter than the moon.

“Always.”