#alpha!mob!Jefferson x reader

[aorifukuzawa]

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Like My Father

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Summary: As a child of an alpha mafia boss, you had been aware of the business and it’s dealings but hadn’t ever thought you were going to have to be part of it. Two months before your 25th birthday, your father informs you that you, an omega, will take over the empire as the new boss and have 6 alpha mates to help you take over and lead

[navybrat817]

Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

[misguidedasgardian]

MARVEL CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Stories

My love, his duty: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader DISCONTINUED

A princess in your own right, you were sent by your father to marry the King when you became of age. The waiting had extended indefinitely as you waited in your castle hearing tales of the filardered you had as a betrothed

Entertaining yourself among horse riding, sword training, and all the books and advisors you can have, you wait patiently. Losing all hopes, you send him a nude painting of yourself, confident that he will never see it, nor it will interest him, oh how wrong you were.

You were called upon court, to be finally betrothed to your new King

Best deal ever: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

DISCONTINUED

 James Buchanan Barnes was one of the bigger mobsters in New York City,  sadly for you, you must be the only person that didn’t know that, sadly enough he didn’t just gave you an incredible moment, he gave you a positive pregnancy test 

Hotel California://COMPLETE Dark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

You came to this small and secluded town in search of independence and a new life, but of that you'll only get one, as the song says, “you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave”

The Bodyguard: Bodyguard!Steve Rogers x Actress!FemReader

DISCONTINUED

After a couple of death threats you had gotten, your manager, Valkyrie, thought it was imperative you get a bodyguard, so there he was, Steve Rogers. There wasn't long before you two got entangled with each other, as you tried to navigate your acting career, and this loving and very sexual relationship with him

The New Line: //COMPLETE

Bucky Barnes x FemaleReader Ft. Steve Rogers

You decided not to tell Steve you were pregnant since you didn't want to distract him in his big mission, you never thought that he would never be coming back from it. Or at least, he wasn't going to get back to you

Lucky for you, Bucky was there, and he was going to be there for you, you will draw a new line, together

Our Thing:// COMPLETE MobBoss!Steve Rogers x ItalianMobGrandaughter!FemReader x MobBoss! Bucky Barnes

Part II Part III

The one that was supposed to be the best day of your life turned into a nightmare as your new husband bosses decided you were too good for Peter

ONESHOTS

Take me out (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

The Golden girl and the Golden boy (Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader Ft Protective Brother Loki)

600 followers challenge (requests)

Winter soldier + size kink

Bucky Barnes + proposal + metal arm "acceptance"

Alpha!Beefy!Bucky + Omega!Reader

Bucky Barnes + degradation kink + Jefferson

Angel!SteveRogers + Human!Reader + Demon!Ransom

Dark!Wintersoldier + Dark!FemWinterSoldier

If not now then when? (Bucky x Reader x Nat)

"Youngblood" for Sunshinebuckybarnes' Jukebox challenge (SoftDark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

[mypoisonedvine]

ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ ONLY

a = angst, f = fluff, s = smut, d = dark, 🎀 = ddlg, ✨ = most popular

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

Heavy Metal Lover | sub!beefy!Bucky Barnes x (dominatrix!reader) | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟, (eventual)𝒂 [COMPLETE]

Seeing Red | (bodyguard)Bucky Barnes (x actress!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [nine parts; COMPLETE]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan (Love, Actually AU) | 𝐟, (eventual)𝒔 [ten parts; COMPLETE]

✨ The Wrong Idea | stepdad!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝐟   tw: stepcest (part 1) (part 2) (headcanons and blurbs) (part 3) (pearl necklace: epilogue) [COMPLETE]

The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟 (part 1) (part 2) [COMPLETE]

Diplomacy | orc!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟  (part I) (part 2) [COMPLETE]  

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

✨ Doctor Daddy | Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) |  𝒔, 🎀 (mob au)

A Beautiful Little Fool | Sebastian Stan | 𝒔, 𝒅 (The Great Gatsby au)

✨ A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Closer | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

✨ A Year Gone By | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 🎀

Discretion | 40′s Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Rainstorm | Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier | 𝒔

Hunt | Slayer!Bucky (x vampire!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Compromise | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

You, Me, and Him | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Training Session | Bucky Barnes | 𝐟

More Human Than Human | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝒂 (Blade Runner au)

Exchanging Gifts | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟

Alternative Medicine | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

✨ Dishonorable Discharge | Bucky Barnes (x sister!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅  (tw: incest)

Consolation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂

✨ Liberation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Vignettes of a Bond | alpha!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂 (tw: a/b/o) 

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda) 

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au) 

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson  | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  // Poolside Service (part 2) 

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Double Take | Charles Blackwood (& 40′s Bucky Barnes) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stretch  | Lance Tucker | 𝒔

Pearl Necklace | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Darkroom | werewolf!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅  

Awestruck | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Sting | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stuck With You | stepbrother!Carter Baizen | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest)

Rock the Boat | Jefferson/Mad Hatter (Once Upon A Time) | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅  (pirate au)

Hunter’s Moon | Chase Collins (The Covenant) | 𝒔, 𝒅

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

comforting bucky after a nightmare (fluff, gender neutral reader)

being steve’s sister and dating bucky

dark!daddy!bucky punishes you for coming without him 🎀

dark!bucky doesn’t let you come for a week

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

angst with destroyer!chris

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

dark!bucky manipulates you into helping him with his nightmares

dark!bucky drabble based on that one 🔪 pic from the men’s health shoot

daddy!bucky and your oral fixation 🎀

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun (part 2/prequel) (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

sub!lee teaches you how to be in charge in bed

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

Satisfied  | Andy Barber | 𝒂, 𝒔 [chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] [chapter 5] [COMPLETE]

✨ The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom | Andy Barber | 𝒔 [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [COMPLETE]

First Chanukah Together (holiday mini-series) | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, 𝐟

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

Juicy Fruit | Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟

Getting In Tune | Chris Evans | 𝐟

Cake By The Ocean | fratboy!Chris Evans | 𝒔

Rough Ride | biker!Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟   

A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Feast | Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

A Rare Brew  | Steve Rogers |  𝒔, 𝒅

Eucharist | priest!Steve Rogers |  𝒔, 𝐟

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda)

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au) 

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Claimed | Andy Barber | 𝒔, 𝐟 (tw: a/b/o)

Ties That Bind, Debts That Burden | Curtis Everett | 𝒔, 𝐟

Fix | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒅

Ear Candy | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Hungry Like The Wolf | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Shadowboxer | Ransom Drysdale | 𝒂, 𝒔

Home for the Holidays | Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge | 𝒔, 𝒅

Artificial Scarcity | Jake Jensen | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Peaches & Cream | Jake Wyler | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Aftershocks | Johnny Storm (x mutant!reader) | 𝒂, 𝒔

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

chris has a daddy kink

✨ chris has a breeding kink

dark!chris is your roommate and tampers with your panty drawer

asking chris to try anal

dark!steve is nice until you get into a fight

dark!steve gives you sex pollen to steal you from your boyfriend

mob!steve gets jealous easily

you were his high school bully, now ceo!steve wants revenge

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun // (part 2/prequel) // (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

andy’s wife hires you to prove he’s cheating // (part 2)

andy stuffs all three of your holes

mr. freezy gets a new slave

angst with ransom

somnophilia/free use with mike weiss

dark!jake jensen tracks you down after you beat him in a video game

Tattletale | Sam Wilson | 𝒔, 𝒅 (stepbrother au, stepcest tw)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson  | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  // Poolside Service (part 2)

headcanon: daddy!sam and little!reader 🎀

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

My Body Is A Cage | alpha!Laszlo Kreizler | 𝒔, 𝒂, 𝐟  [IN PROGRESS]

Twice | professor!Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [three parts; COMPLETE]

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

King of Hollywood | director!Daniel Brühl | 𝒔, 𝒅 (40s au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 

✨ Poolside Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  (part 2 for first-class service)

Prestigious Position | Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Risk Management | Niki Lauda | 𝒔 

Starstruck | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝐟 (pornstar au)

All Bets Are Off | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝒅

Rivalry & Revelry | Niki Lauda & James Hunt | 𝒔 

Honey & Whiskey | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔, 𝒅

Throw Me A Bone | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔  

Black Lotus | ??? | 𝒔, 𝒅

Talk Show Host | Dirk Brûlée | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂

Reedukation | Jan (The Edukators) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Under Your Spell | Tonda (Krabat) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Happy Little Pill | Alex Kerner | 𝒔, 𝒅

Tenebrae | Father Antonio (Intruders) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Loop | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒔, 𝐟 

Don’t You Forget About Me | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒂

Taste | Vann Siegert (The Minus Man) | 𝒔, 𝐟

~

Bruce Banner

Sugar | 𝒔, 𝐟  (sugar daddy au)

Spoiled  | 𝒔, 𝐟  (also sugar daddy au)

Side Effects | 𝒔, 𝐟

headcanon: getting fucked on the hood of sugar daddy!bruce’s car

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: daddy!bruce and little!reader 🎀

headcanon: daddy!bruce enables your oral fixation 🎀

Peter Parker

Animalistic  | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ It’s Always The Quiet Ones  | 𝒔, 𝒅 (college au)

headcanon: dark!peter is obsessed with his professor

Maria Hill

Quid Pro Quo | 𝒔, 𝐟

drabble: maria reminds you to be prepared

Thor Odinson

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

Valkyrie

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

drabble: serving valkyrie, the king of asgard, on her throne 

Scott Lang

Second Chance | 𝒔, 𝒅

[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Part 9

Ari had caressed the expanse of your arm from shoulder to wrist, his fingers softly trailing the goosebumps that rose to your flesh while his eyes conveyed every single emotion he was feeling.

Every single pulse of desire and connectivity that has spanned your relationship from the moment you had learned he would be yours, had only deepened in the soft moments on the dimmed dance floor.

He was there, always there.

Just as he was here now, mumbling aesthetically while your head resting on his chest and his heart beat a rhythm that was endearing as it was beautiful.

“You’re brilliant and capable, little princess.” It was only Ari who addressed you like that, it was only Ari who had ever called you his little princess.

“I’m scared, Ari.” With eyes on you and Ari, watchful gazes that were either condescending or curious, you had felt the flickering touch of fear seeping into your flesh.

It was innate, the feeling that you would fail and although Ari promised that if you failed you would fail together, your anxiety and panic-inducing negative tracts told you that you would be alone.

“I know,” he hadn’t denied your fear or even attempt to be condescending about how you were feeling, “you’re not doing this alone. You have all of us, every one of us is here for you.”

“Always?” You wondered, tilting your head to look up at him. “Forever?”

“Until my heart stops beating,” Ari grasped your hand and set it on his chest, right where his heart was, “and until I take my last breath.”

After Ari had departed from you, after you had danced with them all at least once, Andy had found you again.

His hand was warm as it settled upon your back, his eyes brightly captivating your own as he led you from the dance floor to the bar that had been set up. There were already drinks waiting for you, champagne in tall flute glasses with gold dust coating the stem that was set upon fine crystal.

Andy had been the one to escort you and he had been the last you’d danced with, the last of the six alphas who had kept you away from the rest of the party aiming to dance solely with you.

You were aware of the connotations of the party and the people you would have to meet and converse with, to gain new allies and keep the ones your father already had. You would have to mingle and sashay around the crowds to convince them that you were the best person for the job, even if you had felt unsure of it yourself.

“A drink,” Andy had grabbed one of the gold-dusted flutes and handed it to you, his hand was softly and daintily caressing your flesh through your dress while his eyes had bore into yours, “you’re doing amazing.”

“You think so?” You lifted the glass to your lips and sipped on the bubbly within, and then you had angled yourself into Andy.

Your gaze had flitted around the party, watching others drinking and eating in the merriment of the grand event your parents had thrown for you to usher you into the role.

You would be the first omega to take on the head of the empire your father had inherited and built, the first omega who wasn’t married off to form alliances. You didn’t have to go to them, alphas had come to you.

They had been chosen for you by your parents, the best kind of alphas to help shield and protect you as you took on this new role.

And as you were taking your position as the head of the crime family, your father was retiring.

“You should give yourself more credit, you’re ready for this.” Andy’s hand produced warmth that crawled up your back, his eyes burning deep into yours as he held your gaze and leaned in.

His chest had been pressed against yours, the softness of his suit against your skin that was exposed was delightful and had produced a soft shiver. You pressed into him with your palms resting against his chest and angled your head back, brushing your nose against his. You could feel his warm breath dusting across your cheeks, and the sensation of close intimacy between the two of you had deepened with every passing moment that he held your gaze and you held his.

Andy’s baritone hum had delivered another surge of warmth to your core and the gentle scrape of his beard against you as he slated his lips against yours caused a surge of electricity between the two of you.

His lips danced against yours, his left hand cupped your chin and the other had smoothed down the back of your dress to the curve of your ass. You stood flush against him, inhaling his scent that radiates and blanketed you in comfort and desire.

“Tomorrow,” Andy swallowed your whine and pulled away slowly, tapping his thumb against your bottom lip, “we’re going to go over some legal stuff.”

“And tonight?” You wondered, searching his eyes.

“Have fun, sweetheart.” Andy let go of you and then reached for his champagne flute, downing the bubbly and setting it back down with a gentle tsk of the flat bottom against the bar top. “Tomorrow we’ll work.”

You watched him walk away, your hand still wrapped around the stem of the glass while you stood and watched the crowds of people mingling. There was a certain air of expectations that still lingered as a fog worked and swept across the floor. Some were still anticipating a sudden and blinding move your father could make, by announcing that you were mated off and the business would go to your mate.

Others had been caught up to reality and knew that you were the leader and you would be taking over from your father without being thrown at an alpha under the role of subservient housewife.

Disgust had riddled some bitterness while appreciation for the change of designation leadership was held by others.

It had seemed that instead of a spectrum their opinions had died on, it was a single strand with two opposing ends fighting against the other.

Some would love you to be the leader; others would want you dead.

“There’s no in-between, not now. You need to show them one way or another. You can succeed and they will love you or they will want to kill you.” Nick’s forewarning was present, he had told you on multiple occasions that you would be a target in some way or another.

You had stood alone for another moment before you departed the bar, your champagne half drank and abandoned, while you had begun weaving in out of the crowds to cross the room. The heady mix of scents and the watchful eyes that followed you as you moved throughout the room had truly heightened your need for air and an escape.

You needed to feel the cool rush of fresh air against you so you could gather your thoughts and find your grounding again. It was innately hitting you all at once, the feel of your alphas somewhere in the room that were aware of you just as you were aware of them, and the careful scrutinization others had cast on you.

In no small measure had you burst through the doors that led to the garden and at no slow pace had you scurried away from the party.

The cool brush of air against your flesh was what you needed and you could already feel yourself starting to relax as the potent cluster of different scents and designations had been pilfered by the natural aroma of flowers and greenery that was planted in the back. It was the various colours of the fauna that had been carefully crafted and pruned to look as perfect as possible for this event that had garnered your attention.

You had stepped onto the pad of the seating area between overhanging trees and colourful buds which were illuminated by delicate hanging lights before you approached one of the hand-carved wooden swings that hung between two thick corded trunks, the bench seat decorated with elaborate pillows and a sherpa blanket for warmth.

It was out here that you found your temporary rest, a reprieve from the ordinance and the overwhelming draw of the party. You had started to swing back and forth gently, using the spikes of your heels to push yourself forward and catch yourself on the return, repeating this process while listening to the idle chatter that had all seemed like a blur, radiating slowly from the interior of your parent’s estate.

The only time you had looked away from the night sky or the beauty of the garden was when you had caught movement from the corner of your eyes. Your father was stepping out into the garden, his hands tucked into his pockets as he walked while the slight stain of your mother’s lipstick had dusted the mate mark on his neck. She was just as protective and possessive of your father as he was of her.

“You always loved this swing,” your dad had come to sit next to you, casually draping an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his embrace, “you did a lot of thinking out here.”

“When I was here,” you quipped, leaning into him nonetheless.

“I tried to do right by you and your mama,” he turned his head and kissed into your hair, his gentle nature was a direct contrast to the reputation he had built for himself, “I love you and your mother, I want what’s best for you.”

“Do you really think this was the best decision? Dad, I didn’t even…I wasn’t a constant presence here and you tried to keep me at a distance from this all. Do you really think I am the best choice?”

Your question was met by a gentle hand and a gentle hum, the comfort of your father had soothed your inner conflict. He had poured everything he could into creating a safety net for your mama and you, for the great loves of his life and despite him being incapable of witnessing a great number of your accomplishments, you knew he sent his love.

“I’ve thought a lot about this, Y/N.” He kissed into your hair again, gently rubbing your bare arm for warmth. “You are the only one I would choose. You are the only one I would ever want to give this to.”

“I’m your only child.” You angled your head and glanced up at him, staring at the man who had given you the world. “Who else would you have given it to?”

“No one.” Your father claimed and nuzzled his cheek against your head. “I would have never married you off like a pawn. I know how destructive you would have become and even if you hadn’t rained hell of your arranged mate and husband, you deserve more respect than that.”

“But you did arrange my mates.” You argued and gently nudged him, stirring a hearty laugh.

“You’re right, I did. However you are not the subservient housewife another alpha would have turned you into. You have the power, you’re the boss. They’re your alphas but in the end you should know that you have a hold on each of them. And I chose mates for you that would have your best interests at hand, good alphas who would keep you safe and help you thrive.”

“What are you going to do now that you’re retired?” You wondered, happily swinging in the peacefulness with your father.

“Take your mama on a long trip. It’s been a while since we’ve gotten to get away just the two of us and no real responsibilities.”

“Mama’s gonna love it.” You sighed and slowly picked up your feet, leaning fully into your dad. “She deserves it.”

“Yes,” your father agreed, “your mama does.”

A passing few moments of peace and comfortable silence had come between the two of you before it was broken by the sound of footsteps echoing on the stone walkway, and the subtle hitch of your heart fluttering rhythmically had been a sign that one of your alphas was approaching. You had raised your head when he had come into view, butterflies in your stomach and your breath hitching had been symptoms of seeing him stand waiting for you.

“Bucky.” You mumbled his name softly, watching him as carefully as he was watching you.

“That’s my queue.” Your father had slowly pulled away from you to stand, straightening his suit jacket and tie before he approached your alpha and rest his hand on his shoulder.

Your father had muttered something quietly to Bucky in passing, a subtle nod of your alphas head before the two of you were left alone and your father’s place had been taken by Bucky.

“You should know,” he turned his head toward you, his eyes reflecting the gentle and soft glow of the hanging lights around the garden, “Nick has had a busy night.”

“Shit,” you cursed and started to push yourself to sit up further, “what happened?”

“Few drunken alphas,” Bucky slid closer to you, reaching behind his back to grab one of the folded blankest, “a few threats that needed to be dealt with.”

“I’m sorry, you should’ve told me.” You whispered between the two of you, shivering from the caress of his hands against yours as he draped the blanket around you.

“Nick can handle it, it’s what we’re here for.” Bucky had reiterated and like your father, had gently pulled you into his side. “We’re all here for you, you just have to let us be.”

“I’m working on it.” You rest your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes, breathing him in before you asked a question unrelated to tonight. “What was your favourite memory from London?”

You could hear Bucky’s heartbeat, you could feel the shift of his scent as it reacted to yours. You could feel the roughness of his palm that was soft against you and the draw of his pretty blue eyes as he studied you.

“My favourite memory of London was heading to a hole in the wall kind of pub and meeting an omega who had been jerked around by an asshole.”

Bucky had squeezed your shoulder before he let you completely relax against him, relaying the story you knew and lived. “It was rainy, cold…”

You lay there against him, revelling in the moment until the clutch of sleep had taken you.

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Like My Father: Part 11

A/N: Violence and a few triggering topics/conversation in the second half

“I haven’t spent much time in here.” You observed, trailing your fingertips along the edge of the storage cabinet along the far wall, the rows of books stacked neatly on dark shelves had spines illuminated with silver or gold letters.

Across from the shelves and the storage cabinet were two matching love seats made of soft white leather and dark cotton throw pillows that had been set against the puckered armrests. There was a single folded blanket that had been set in the middle of the couch on the left, the flannel pattern a clashing distinction from the rest of the room.

The desk was stationed near the back of the room, and there were matching storage cabinets behind the desk that matched the dark wood aesthetic.

In the open-faced cabinets were some files that had been set in clear bins, a few framed degrees and other legal forms that would aid Andy and the ‘family’ in general. On the desk was a closed laptop with a phone to the right, the device was connected to the landline and security system that was still used throughout the house.

“Your father did his best to protect you from this world.” Andy had closed the door behind you both, his footsteps muffled on the area rug that sat below the couches and met the edge of the door.

When he had stepped off the area rug onto the hardwood, you had winced softly at the sound that hit your ears with grating irritation. Despite the coffee and the pastry that you had eaten, you were still dealing with the lingering aftereffects of the drugging, and it was affecting you almost as if you were suffering a hangover.

“If he wanted to protect me from this world, then why did he give it to me?” You turned slowly and settled your gaze upon Andy, watching him attempt to keep the noise down as he pulled the rolling leather chair out from under the desk to sit on the cushion.

Even as he had lifted the laptop and began to type on the device, giving whatever credentials he needed to have access, he tried to be quiet. You watched him focus, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed with all the telltale signs of a man who was concentrating on the task at hand like the seasoned lawyer he was.

“Andy,” you stepped forward, drawing yourself nearer to the desk, “do you think my dad made a mistake? Do you think he should have just…married me off?”

Andy had raised his head and looked at you with the same furrowed brows and pursed lips, only instead of being focused and concentrating, he had appeared confused. He leaned forward and rest his elbows on the desk with his fingers intertwined and resting under his chin, he was watching you with intense focus.

He was giving you the entirety of his attention, looking at nothing but you while the facet of emotion in his eyes shifted, and his scent was radiating and pulsating with comfort and ease, he was your alpha and he knew you needed comfort. He was waiting for you to finish, he had every right to cut you off and degrade your worries as an alpha. He could have very well shot you down with an alpha command, one that would have settled in your skin with no chance of ignoring the demand.

He could have overstepped and taken those liberties with you because of the differences in your designations, other alphas had done worse to omegas, and other alphas have demanded more.

“No,” his voice was even and he spoke with unkempt truth.

“Honey, your father would have never done that to you. Your father believed that you could do this. He didn’t want to see you married off to someone who would try and tamper your spirit and that fire. He knew that this whole family, this empire, needed an omega. Despite what everyone else may think, despite what they may all believe, you were purposely chosen for this. Your father didn’t want anyone else to do this, he knew that you could and you would be the only one he would ever give this to.”

“And you? And you all?” You questioned them, even if you had already been reassured of everything. You were in charge now, this was your responsibility and if you had failed it would be your failure.

“We’re all here for you.” Andy had tucked his chin into his chest and drew in a soft breath. “You are ours and we are yours.”

“Everything we do, we do together.”

“If you fail,” Andy had whispered to you, “we all fail. We’re here for you, we’re all here for you.”

You nodded your head and shuffled toward one of the chairs in front of the desk and slowly sat down on the cushioned surface before you tucked your feet under. You had drawn your bottom lip into your mouth and nibbled on your flesh, your eyes captivated by some of the artwork that was on the walls.

There was lingering silence between you two, lingering quietude that had remained comfortable enough for you to be able to focus on the mess in your head and the interior design of the office your father had once loved.

“I don’t understand this, I hate this. This is so stupid.” Your frustration had come out as a huff, and the book in your hands was tossed to the couch.

“You’re not trying.” Ari had gently scolded you from behind the desk, his gaze flickering from the computer to you and your position halfway off the couch.

“I don’t want to try, Ari. I don’t want to try. I want to forget this and get ice cream.” You turned your head and blew out a puff of air, annoyed while rolling your eyes when he laughed and shook your head.

“Nice try, finish your homework.”

“Blowhard.” You muttered under your breath and pushed yourself back on the couch, flopping down on the cushions and then you reached under your back and removed the book from where it was trapped.

“You can have ice cream when you’re done.” Ari had relayed the hopefulness when you had opened the book and held it above your face, however, you were far less interested in reading as you were pressing him for a few ins and outs of the business.

Before you could even open your mouth to speak, the office door had flown open with a large crash and a man was dropped to the carpet uncouthly. Ari immediately stood and walked around the front of the desk, tension in his shoulders and back as he moved toward the door.

“Get him the fuck out of here.” Ari had hissed, standing between you and the man laying on the carpet, blocking you from seeing what was going on while his scent and the prowess of his designation had kept you frozen in place.

“Ari-“

“Now!” He growled and shoved one of your father’s men back, only briefly glancing over his shoulder toward you and then he looked away. “Get him the fuck out of here, now.”

The limp man was lifted from the floor and the door was slammed with a solid thud that rattled a few pictures on the wall. Stunned silence had fallen between you two, your mouth opened and closed a few times as you fought for any words to become vocalized. There was so much you wanted to know and ask, so much you wanted to dive into but no words would form on your tongue.

At least, not until Ari had turned and ran his fingers through his hair. “You wanna skip this and get ice cream?”

“Uhh…yeah. Yeah.” You snapped the book shut and discarded it, quick to stand and shuffle toward him.

“Good, get your things.”

Brick and mortar were the perfect substance to act as the grater for skin and bone. It was a single strike that had him sent flying into the rough surface, and the cry that followed hit their ears. Neither one was apologetic, neither one had any qualms about spilling blood and cutting flesh, not when they had questions that needed to be answered.

“You have two minutes.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t-“ Their target had cried in protest, pleading with them despite being one of the men on shift when the bottles had been filled and corked.

The local brewery and winery had been a favourite of their guests, and until now it had been without fail. Until the moment someone had slipped roofies into the bottles before they were corked, there was never a doubt for the local favourite.

“You were here, you knew something.”

“There are cameras! Check the cameras!” He squealed and drew in a sharp breath when Ari lifted him from the ground and held him against the wall.

Ari had looked back at Nick as he began unsheathing one of his favourite knives, the glint of the metal surface reflecting the sun’s rays.

“We already checked the cameras and they were found faulty. Now, you were on shift and everyone you work with has thrown you under the bus. You can either tell us who gave you the brilliant idea or Nick will start cutting nonessential pieces off of you.”

“I’m starting with his dick, he doesn’t need it.” Nick had stepped toward the target and turned the knife in his hands, allowing the decrepit man to visually see the weapon that was going to be used on him.

“He’s losing patience, now-“

“I don’t know! I don’t know his name! Please, fuck-!” He whimpered in Ari’s tight hold, his feet dangling above the ground as the inability to breathe had become stronger when Ari tightened his hand around his throat.

“I got a message, a text asking if I want to make some money. I was told to spike the drink and send it to the party, I didn’t know-“

“He’s lying, you’re lying. You better start telling the truth or you’ll find yourself missing an invaluable piece.” Nick had stood on the other side of Ari, his fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of the knife.

“I can usually make it easy on a person but for you-“ Nick glinted, he had tilted his head and cast his darkening blue eyes upon the quaking prick.

“I’m telling the truth! I swear! I have the message, I have-“ he shook in Ari’s hands, quaking and whining as he begged for release.

“The message is gone.” Ari’s fingers flexed, and his hand tightened as the man attempted to claw and strike at him.

“It was an alpha!” His hands loosened on his body, his mouth parted as he hastily sucked in air. “AN ALPHA!”

“What alpha?” Nick’s jaw clenched, the veins in his neck protruding as a settled force of rage was starting to course in his body. “What fucking alpha?”

“O-one who was b-betting on having your bitch-“

“Cut out his tongue.” Ari dropped the quim to the ground, allowing Nick to step forward and press the blade of the knife against his lips.

“You should mind how you speak to her. She has a lot of power at her fingertips.”

“I-its not m-me. It’s his words.” He raised his hands in protest, begging Nick and Ari for mercy. “He called her a bitch. He said that he was expecting to bed the bitch and inherit it all.”

“Cut off his dick and his tongue.” Ari’s clear and crisp voice heralded his calm fury. He was pissed beyond all measure but he was controlled, his anger was bedded down under great restraint.

“I told you everything! I told you everything I know!” He pleaded with Nick, his voice getting muffled when a dirty rag was shoved into his mouth.

“Keep your hands still, I don’t want you dying from this.” Nick placed his foot on the target’s chest and cut away the fabric of his jeans, exposing his withering dick to the open air.

“You know,” Nick raised his head and locked eyes with their prey, “we’re not just doing this for our boss. We know things about you, a lot of dirty details that your rich daddy had covered up.”

“You like them young, don’t you?” Ari spat at him, disgusted and vigorously pissed off at the sick man trapped against the ground. “You need to learn how not to fuck with vulnerable people.”

His cries came as Nick pressed the tip of the knife against the poor bastard’s flesh, drawing a few pebbles of blood.

“Trust me, this is good for everyone.” Nick pressed harder, he worked the blade over and over like he intended while their target thrashed and screamed into the cloth.

Nick had stood back once his first task was done, cutting off the ill-gotten member and wrapping it in a cloth. He had stared down at the weeping target, Nick’s lips stretching into a smirk before he whistled for Ari.

“You need to be marked, you need to wear your charges so everyone knows.” Nick grabbed his right arm and lifted it while Ari helped him hold the bastard down.

He pressed the knife to flesh again and carved out the disgusting and revolting word into his forearm, marking him permanently with the engrained and damning charge.

“Now everyone will know what a piece of shit you are.” Nick wiped the blood off the knife and spat it on their victim’s body. “You disgusting fucking pedophile.”

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Like My Father: Part 10

“You need to get up, you have a busy day.” The morning came with the flex and tightening of an arm around your middle and the raspy husk of an alpha breathing and whispering against your neck.

“You need to let go so I can get up.” You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and furrowed your brows, your lips becoming pursed as the sudden recognition had settled over you.

You whipped your head to the right and recoiled against the mattress. Your widening eyes studying in shock, the dark-haired alpha sleepily hovering between sleep and consciousness.

He was bare-chested and laying toward you, with the sculpted edges of firm and broad shoulders that led to a muscled chest and strong abdomen. He was an alpha among alphas, one of the six that your father had chosen for you.

“Did we sleep together last night?” You questioned the alpha, shoving the heel of your hand into his shoulder, the motion nearly getting him to wake.

“You need to get up-“ he mumbled as he shifted, pulling his arm off of you and using it to hug the pillow under his head.

“Hello! Panicking!” You grabbed your pillow and raised it above your head to smack him repeatedly until he had woken fully, and you were only stopped when he had ripped it from your grasp.

“Quit fucking hitting me.” He barked, grumpily and irritatingly snapping at you with a glower in his eyes.

“Answer my question, then. Did we sleep together?”

“Yes,” he repeated gruffly as he rose from the bed, the blankets and sheets falling from his hips, “we slept together but no we didn’t have sex.”

“What are you even doing here? In my bed…” You scrambled to rise, throwing the blankets back uncouthly.

“This isn’t your bed, little hellfire brat.” He had scowled and muttered under his breath, stalking toward a sitting chair that his jacket and his rests shirt had been draped on. “It’s my room.”

“Your room…” you raised your hand to your head and groaned, the start of a headache creeping up your brain stem with a vengeance that promised to take over your entire head. “Why am I in your room? In your bed?”

“After you and Barnes had your heart-to-heart out back where you fell asleep on him, he had to wake you up and you met a few people. You made a few connections, they bought your drinks and you took them because you didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot.”

“Did I get drunk?” You were worried and anxious that you had already started on the wrong foot.

“No, you didn’t get drunk. Some of the drinks were spiked.” Nick had explained, buttoning up his dress shirt but strategically leaving a few undone. “You and a few other women were roofied. Even the best security and the best-laid plans go wrong.”

“Bucky said you had issues earlier…” You trailed off, lowering your hands from your head to brushing your palms down the front of your borrowed shirt.

“The bottles had somehow come pre-spiked. They had been spiked before being delivered and corked, obviously you were the target.” Nick had stepped before you, searching your face with his stormy blue eyes before he had finally draped his coat around your shoulders and helped you slip your arms into the sleeves.

“The other women are they…”

“They’re fine, their husbands are concerned but they don’t blame us or the function for what happened. They’re not pulling back from any potential deals.”

“My head hurts.” You whined, your eyes feeling as if they were being burnt behind your eyelids. “My eyes hurt.”

“You’re experiencing the lingering symptoms of the drugs they’d used. Go downstairs and get something to eat and have some coffee.” Nick had rested his hands upon your shoulders and you thought perhaps that would be the end of the conversation until he had leaned in and brushed the tip of his nose against yours.

“What?” you shifted your weight from foot to foot, rubbing the insides of your thighs together.

“I think you should know,” Nick had captured your gaze, and cupped your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head to get a better look at him, “you like to moan in your sleep.”

“I do not!” You squeaked and smacked his hand away from you before you hardened your gaze, staring him down with as much ferocity as you could manage while the domineering alpha rolled his shoulders back.

Nick had watched you square yourself off like he had, trying to act as intimidating as he had and with a tilt of his head, his lips had been tugged into a half-smirk. He held your eye contact as he started to brush past you, only stopping to rest his hand upon your cheek and lightly pat your flesh twice.

“As harmful as a kitten. I bet you purr like one too.” He poignantly looked you up and down, centring his gaze upon the end of the borrowed shirt, the seam that grazed the middle of your thighs. “Do you purr, kitten?”

“Nick!” you raised your voice in aggravation, tearing after him as he started to leave the room.

Your hand brushed the handle and you had been halfway through the motion of turning the brass to open the door when it was whisked open for you. Jefferson had taken in the state of you and sighed, his lips forming a frown.

“You’re such a beautiful omega, you deserve to be wearing more than this.” Jefferson swept his lips against your cheek, kissing you softly before leading you back into the room with a dust bag draped over his arm.

“Are you feeling better?” His touch was soft, his fingers brushing along the back of your neck in passing as he moved around to the other side of the kitchen, adding the final few touches to your coffee.

The steam rising from the porcelain had beckoned you, it was calling for you and to you with relief coming when the cup was set before you along with a matching plate.

After Ari had set the porcelain coffee cup and a sweet pastry down for you to enjoy, he had turned and leaned against the cupboards with his arms crossing over his chest. He stood again at the cupboards watching you, making sure you had finished the coffee he had made you and ate the pastry before he finally spoke.

“How are you feeling?” Ari had broken the silence with his question, there was a lot of turmoil and shifting emotions in his eyes that had been conveyed with a kind of intensity that had stolen your breath.

You had felt as if Ari looking at you for the first time in such a different way as if he wasn’t just looking at you as an alpha and omega rather it felt like he was looking at you like a mate would have. There were always some protective instincts within Ari, you had known him as an alpha who had always been there even when your father couldn’t.

However, it felt as if he was looking at you in a brand new way that had stolen your breath and made your heart thrash in its cage. Ari was looking at you with such intense and unkempt care, affection and dedication. He was looking at you like he would and could have burned the whole world down for you if you asked.

“I don’t remember anything.” You mumbled and wrapped your fingers around the mug, dragging it across the counter closer to your chest. “I remember falling asleep on Bucky, I remember a few drinks…”

“It all gets blurry from there.” Ari had finished for you and then he had cleared his throat and pushed himself off the cupboards he was leaning on, to close the distance between the two of you.

“I wish I could tell you that there’s more time between last night and the job but like Nick told you-“

“I wasn’t the only one. Other women had been affected, he told me that the husbands, the other families…” you trailed off and tucked your hands under your chin, feeling your stomach starting to drop. “I’m being dropped right into it, aren’t I?”

“Nick and I are leaving this morning to uncover a few things. Andy is gonna come get you in about an hour to go over a few things, legally we’re pursuing charges.”

“And illegally?” You wondered, tapping your nails against the side of the mug.

“Certain things are better handled behind closed doors. Nick and I are going to handle it.” Ari had rested his hand upon yours and brushed his thumb across your knuckles, the corner of his lips twitching.

“Head first, huh?” You hummed, resting your chin in your palm before sighing heavily.

He stood expectantly at the edge of the kitchen with a stack of crisp manila folders tucked under his arm and his phone in the other hand. He didn’t look the part of a dangerous man who helped run the seedy underside of the mafia empire.

Andy Barber looked the part of a white-collared lawyer who was simply doing his job, a man who had stood waiting for you wearing a sleek and elegant dark blue suit with hand-stitched seams and a thin black silk tie tucked beneath the buttons of his jacket.

His beard was well trimmed, his hair styled effortlessly to complete the overall look of a man who had every notion of the law and its implications. He appeared to be a rightly alpha who had never once stepped out of the normal bounds of society but you knew better.

“Good morning, Miss L/N.” he addressed you cordially, coyly and seductively taking on the role of your alpha and your employee.

“If we’re staying here, why are you wearing a suit?” You questioned him, tapping your thumb against the rounded rim of your cup, enjoying the refill Ari had given you before he left with Nick to dig around with a few contacts your father, and now you, had.

“What you prefer me to wear, boss?” Andy cooed as he started walking toward you, each step exuding sexual prowess that was directed toward you and solely for you. “Hmm? How would you like these meetings to go?”

He stopped before you and dropped the manila files he needed to the countertop with a soft thud, the top few files slipping on the one below. They had been organized by name and file number, neither one giving you any real clue or indication of what was inside them however given what Ari had told you already, you figured it had to do with what happened last night.

“Gently.” You finally answered him, feeling the subtle throb at the base of your neck starting to flourish again. “My head still hurts.”

“The bottle came corked and wrapped, if anyone had tried tampering with it at the venue there would have been evidence. We would have known.” Andy had begun explaining details you hadn’t been aware of, already seemingly ten steps ahead of you.

“If the bottle was already corked than it was tagged and meant to come here.” You mumbled, reaching for the files he had set down, even though you knew there wouldn’t be a great deal they could tell you without you being able to process the legal jargon. “But that also raises the question-“

“We all agree.” Andy had already known what you were wanting to say, he had finished your thought with synonymity and like Ari, had spoken and looked at you like you were his mate, not just his ex-boss’ daughter.

“The bottle may not have been tampered here but someone made sure that the bottle got here and that it got to you.” Andy pressed his chest to your back and leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

He was simultaneously inhaling your scent and scenting you in exchange. His body was flush against yours as well as it could be and with his strong arms surrounding you, you were enveloped in him in the middle of the kitchen.

The feel of his broad chest against your back, the warmth of his breath as he exhaled against you, even the strength in his arms as he surrounded you with his scent and his presence had been exhilarating. It was another sign, another display of their affection and devotion to you.

You were their mate and you were theirs. They had a duty to protect you as your alphas and they had a duty to help you run this empire that had been inherited to you.

“And the other husbands, our partners-“

“They don’t blame you. Nick and Ari are going to be meeting a few of them who have an idea who could be doing this. In the meantime,” Ari had deftly kissed your cheek before he pulled away and tugged on your hand, “you and I are going to go to my office and discuss a few things.”

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Like My Father: Part 8

The fervid hands of time attached to a pearlescent face trapped behind flawless glass reminded you of the mocking turtle from Alice In Wonderland. The fervid turtle that had made Alice’s life a great pain had seemingly personified the hands that were moving ever quickly toward the hour of your debut.

It was the unfair pace of time that had decreased the time you had to prepare, the months, weeks and days into a languid blink that had come to the focal point of all your training.

It felt too soon, you hadn’t felt nearly as prepared as you had needed to be and in the day leading up to the debut, you had been mindful of the never-ending caterers and planners that had come and gone.

The endless stream of vendors that had worked their magic on the estate, turning it from the part-time home you had known into the heavily decorated and curated arena in which your father would transfer the power he held to you, and in that exchange would come an entirely new stream of responsibilities.

A great weight that hadn’t yet been felt in its entirety was starting to settle upon you with barbs that dug under your flesh the longer you thought of it, the longer you had watched and waited as the hired vendors had decorated and prepared.

To them, it was a canvas, blank and ready to be transformed.

To you, the house held memories. To you, every place had a memory lingering within the walls and it felt as if every added detail was smothering what you had known.

The staircase that was decorated with delicate lights wrapped around the wooden banister, illuminating the fine fabric draped elegantly along the walls, was the same banister you and Curtis had slid down countless times to race each other.

The kitchen where your mother’s old tea set had been displayed, was now taken by a vast amount of expensive hors d’oeuvres on silver platters, and bubbly champagne that the event planner had ordered special from Italy. There was a distinct lack of what had made your part-time home, a home.

The days you had spent here in the estate, and not in the secondary home with your mother, away from the business, had felt like they were being evaporated like a fine mist.

The phantom memory of you staying up late in the kitchen, hiding with your favourite ice cream after you lost your dance competition, was overshadowed.

Curtis finding you after you lost that last year you spent together, wherein he had planted himself beside you and comforted you with some cheesy jokes he had heard, was overshadowed.

Meeting Bucky back stateside, and being completely blindsided by his appearance after meeting him the first time in London, was overtaken by the sight of heavily arranged flowers.

This place you had known, had gone through its transformation and every lingering memory of what had made you, shaped you, was overlain with elegance and daintiness.

“If you’re thinking of running, we should leave now.” A voice you recognized and had still harboured anger for had come from behind you, his voice and scent giving you comfort that you were not yet ready to welcome so easily. “I’m sure if we steal some fireworks we could create a big enough distraction.”

“You think so?” Your voice was quiet and stilled as you spoke, your eyes fixated on the view of the garden from your bedroom, the stone-built fountains in the back had been illuminated by soft discs of light coming from beneath the water.

The garden in the back was well taken care of, decorated just as elegantly and seamlessly as the interior and the peaceful milling of all designations as they wandered from within the estate to the open air, had been languid at best. They were waiting for your arrival at the party, eager to see if your father would give you everything or if he would change his mind and marry you off.

No one had known what to expect from this night, not even you.

“I was expecting you to throw me off the balcony.” Curtis approached slowly, his hand tucked into his pockets, and you could see him through the reflection of the glass. He was already dressed in a fine-cut three-piece suit that had aided his already natural beauty, the picturesque image of your alpha looking tall and broad, immaculate in Armani.

“You look good.” You didn’t have the energy for animosity, you didn’t have the gull to fire back at him in anger. “Suits you.”

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” Curtis had complimented you in exchange, looking you up and down studiously. “The robe is an odd choice.”

“Shut up.” You spoke with sombreness, reaching out to smack his shoulder as he came to stand next to you and then you leaned in, resting your head against his arm. “I’m scared, Curtis.”

“I know.” There was still so much anger, so much betrayal you felt for how he had left you, and yet you couldn’t tap into it. Not now, not tonight.

“Here, if it helps…” Curtis had pulled away and reached into his right pocket, slowly pulling his hand out with a familiar blue and yellow banded bracelet, his initials set in the embroidery thread.

“You still have it?” the friendship bracelet you had made him all those years ago in one of your hideouts was resting flat in his palm, the colours still bright and the threads looking new.

“I can help you put it on.” He offered and you held out your hand, shivering pleasantly as his fingers brushed against your wrist while he secured it.

“Thank you.” You inhaled and exhaled slowly, breathing slowly and even to keep your nerves a bay. “For this.”

“You can go back to hating me tomorrow.” Curtis had leaned in and brushed his lips against your cheek, the fluttering of your heart and the flip of your stomach end over end, was another betraying sensation that made you question your anger for him. “You’re going to be okay, baby. I know you will.”

The dress felt like a second skin as it was wrapped around your body, draping you in elegance and sophistication that was tactilely planned. The dress rest off your shoulders with a neckline that mirrored a sweetheart, dipping to show a moderate amount of cleavage and the swell of your breasts.

The bodice of the dress had continued with the same beautiful material that fell to the floor and had seemed simple in its conception, however, the added décolletage added details that emphasized the seductiveness.

The high slit on the right had exposed your leg to your upper thigh, and the minute choice to have such a high skirt had added to the overall beauty. It was made for you, tailor designed by Jefferson who had known exactly what to add and what to avoid to make you feel as beautiful and powerful as you truly were.

It was a captivating piece and it was hard not to feel breathtaking in the crafted gown that he had made for you, for your great debut.

“Are you ready?” They were waiting for you, they were all waiting for you to head down the staircase and make your first appearance as the leader of this empire or be carted off as a housewife by your father

“No,” you had taken one more step toward the staircase, waiting for Andy to escort you down, “not really. But I don’t have a choice.”

“Well,” one of the stylists who had been hired to get you dressed speaks as he fluffs your dress and fixes a few pieces in your hair, “at least you’ll look good.”

You don’t have a chance to retort, to speak in your defence before Andy appears to the left. He’s dressed just as immaculately as Curtis is, broad shoulders and firm chest enveloped in a black three-piece dolce suit with a deep royal blue tie. His hair of coiffed and kept out of his face, his blue eyes brightened by the lights overhanging the stairs.

“You should mind your tongue, beta.” Andy’s voice takes an edge as he casts his steely glare toward the stylist who balks and backs away, intimidated by your alpha. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

Andy slips an arm around your waist and steadies his fingers against your waist. He’s holding you against him and his lips graze the shell of your ear as his chest rumbles, his voice stirring endearing warmth in your belly.

“You’ve got this, Y/N. You’re ready even if you don’t think you are. You are capable, you are brilliant.”

“I’m scared, Andy.” You shared the same sentiment with him as you did with Curtis, turning your head to lock eyes with him. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“You can,” he cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb back and forth tenderly, “we all have faith in you. We know you can do this.”

“I’m just an omega,” you argued, turning into his embrace, “who’s going to listen to an omega?”

“You’re not just an omega,” he corrected you, nudging his nose against yours, “you are more than just an omega. You are a brilliant and beautiful woman, you’re compassionate and kind. You are capable, you are determined and you can do this.”

“What if I fail? What if I screw up?” Your question was met with warmth and tenderness, gentility as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“We’re in this together, all of us. If you fail, we fail.” Andy stroked your cheeks as he pulled away, just enough to kiss your forehead, to let his lips linger adoringly.

When the time had come to start descending the stairs, to make your grand debut, his hand had lifted from your waist. Andy had offered you his arm as support, helping steady you as you took each stair one at a time, the crowd of whispers and gentle murmuring hitting your ears with anxiousness.

The stirring mixture of heady scents and the lingering waft of roasted meat and spices from the kitchen was creating a cacophonous array that had furthered your rising anxiety. You were expected to do great things, to be this great leader and you felt unprepared up until this moment.

“Presented for the first time,” the emcee’s voice had pilfered through the sound system as you walked with Andy, as you were escorted to the beginning entrance of the grand event, “the head of the estate and family-“

“Relax,” Andy crooned in your ear, “you’ve got this.”

“-Y/N L/N.” eyes were on, all of their eyes were on you as you stepped into the light with Andy by your side.

There was a wall of people to your left and your right, a sea of spectators that were here for you. Everywhere you looked there were people of all designations waiting for you to make your ascent into the thick of the party. Everyone you could see was dressed immaculately and yet while they were fixated on you, you were searching the crowds for the rest of your alphas.

“Nick,” you exhaled in relief when you saw him standing on the edge, just as put together as the rest, with his hand hovering above a pistol hidden in his jacket, “thank God.”

“You’re safe,” the mutter was nearly indistinguishable as he mouthed his statement, still hardened as ever, “keep your wits about you.”

You swallowed thickly, furthered toward the garden as another familiar face had come from the right. Jefferson had been further down, his blue eyes crinkled at the corners and a prideful smirk playing at his lips. His craftsmanship was as breathtaking as ever, his skills endless.

“You make the dress, sugar.” He stopped you long enough to fix the sleeve, tugging it down to perfection. “Give ‘em hell.”

Bucky and Curtis's presence was felt but not seen, they were well within the crowds of people keeping their eyes open for potential threats. You hadn’t had a conversation with Bucky before you got dressed however the weight of the words he had spoken before in your hideaway deep within the estate had still rung true.

When you and Andy had come to a stop at the centre of the garden, under the glow of moonlight and the delicate fairy lights hanging above, he had turned to you and lift your hand to his lips, kissing the back softly.

“We’ll all have an opportunity to dance with you,” Andy’s lips lingered, his eyes boring into yours, “but I believe there’s one alpha you haven’t seen yet.”

Andy had departed, and Ari took his place.

He was a giant before you, beautiful and broad in a Tom ford suit with a tie that brought out the green in his eyes. He was ready for you, ready to match your elegance and sophistication and bring in the very first dance of the night.

“I am so proud of you,” Ari had praised you, his hand set against your back pulling you toward him while his other hand held yours, “we’re all proud of you, princess.”

“Did you have to kick their ass to get the first dance? Or persuade them with your pretty eyes?”

“I may be old, but I can still handle my own.” His eyes bore into yours, his hands tightened against your back and your hand.

“You’re not old, Ari.” You countered, breathlessly letting him lead as the music started and the first dance was upon you.

“Maybe not,” he agreed, and studied you closely, “but i would still burn the world for you.”

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Part 1

The usual stone driveway with a single slight curve led to the house was the refreshing sight you needed after the trip to Aspen. The magnificent mountain ranges and the picturesque views could only act as a distraction from the aftermath of the one-night stand and the minimal anxiousness you had been riddled with when it seemed like someone was watching you.

Nattie had claimed you were paranoid, and you were remiss to agree with her.

Still, despite the one-night stand that had delivered a better night of sex than you had in a long time, and the feeling of being studied, Aspen was beautiful. And you felt lucky enough to go again in the same cabin.

Now that you were home, however, you were eager to be out of the mountains and the torrential snow. You were anxious to be home in your bed, or at least the bed at your mom’s place, and have you disuse Thursday afternoon coffee breaks with Nattie. You missed hearing all the gossip she chose to spill and then return home to crash in front of the fireplace with a stack of books.

“Home,” you walked toward on the driveway, briefly casting your eyes upon the single black SUV with darkened windows sitting in the driveway, and had immediately thought that perhaps your dad was here.

The vehicle was parked on an angle, the windows blacked out and nearly impossible to make out the interior of the car; however, you had noted the thickness of the glass that had briefly caught the light before the sun passed behind clouds.

If it had been your dad coming to pay your mom and yourself a visit, it was unwarranted and unplanned. You usually had a warning when your dad was coming and could prepare yourself for the usual round of questioning and the comments that you had grown and changed. It was a pleasant visit, and you would answer all the questions with honesty and please your dad when he was there.

You would spend a day at your mom’s place with him and then leave for your apartment, allowing them some privacy to talk. It was a routine you had gotten used to and had almost looked forward to, if not for the sake of returning to your life and allowing your dad to live his life while you lived yours.

When you approached the steps that would lead you to the front door, you inhaled slowly and filled your lungs with air before you exhaled just as languidly. You walked up the steps and approached the door, resting your hand against the brass handle, your thumb against the smooth flat tongue before you pushed it down and bumped the door with your hip, granting access to her place.

“Mama?” You called out once you slipped through the door, your voice carrying, and as you closed the door behind you with a soft click, you had taken a pause.

You could pick up on the scent of alphas, multiple alphas hanging around your mom’s place, yet there was no indication that they had been here long. The mix of alpha scents had seemed somewhat familiar to you in some frame of mind; you were unaware of how you had known them. The mix wasn’t off-putting, but it was a dense concoction that had stirred your curiosity and your awareness that your mother had likely invited them in for one reason or another.

“Mama?” You called again and set your weekender bag down by the front door before you slipped your shoes off and kicked them to the side, the squeak of the rubber soles on the floor seeming more intense than they were naturally.

“In the living room!” Your mom’s soft voice had called you, and with nervousness, you had wiped your hands on your jeans before you inched forward slowly.

There were three alphas here, no scent had belonged to your father, and that was the source of your anxiousness. The slight prick under your flesh that had the primordial portion of yourself that told you you knew them was driving the spark of insecurity.

You knew the alpha you slept with too, yet you couldn’t place his face or his name.

With every step, your attention has bounced between the pictures hanging on the walls and every memory that had flooded your brain with each recognizable moment.

Pictures of your dance recitals throughout the years had been hung in dark wood frames, the years displayed near the bottom until you had stopped just after you turned 16. The last year you danced was one of your favourite recitals with your favourite costume. The costume was handstitched with cherry blossoms on the bodice and the skirt, and the colour had glistened when it caught the light.

It was your favourite, and when you had dropped out of dance entirely, that had been the only costume you kept safely tucked away in the closet in your bedroom.

You stood on the edge of the living room, your eyebrows furrowing the longer you had fixated on the alphas you could not see yet could sense. The longer you had been wrapped up in the traces of scent that cling to the walls of your mom’s home, that had seemed to penetrate every square inch of the path they had taken, the longer you had become discomfited.

Three alphas with three different varying scents.

One that smelled of parchment and ink from a pen, sandalwood and coffee.

Another smelled of spices and tea, slightly burnt sugar and vanilla.

The last smelled of teakwood and citrus, the subtle smell of burning wood and apples.

“Mama,” you stepped into the living room and had all eyes on you, every face had turned to face you, “what’s going on?”

The first alpha you had seen was sitting on the couch across from your mom wearing a well-made and well-fitting waistcoat over a white dress shirt, the waistcoat accentuated by silk-wrapped buttons that stood out against the delicate black material. He was an alpha with brown-black coiffed hair styled on his head and electric blue eyes that almost seemed to match the blue of the teacup he was holding. His jaw was finely cut, and wasn’t a single hair that had lined his jaw or obscured his natural debonair.

“My baby’s back!” Your mom beamed and stood, righting the well-fitting sundress she wore, her hands folded in front of her as she moved, yet falling to her sides as she came to stand in front of you, studying you. “How was Aspen?”

“Fine.” Your answer was short and clipped, your suspicions of the three alphas in the room drawing more speculation than you intended. “Mama, what’s going on?”

“You remember Ari,” she stood to the side and looped her arm in with yours, and your eyes had naturally moved toward the alpha, who was the biggest in the room.

“Uh uh.” You nodded your head and bit down on the inside of your cheek. “I remember.”

“Been a while, princess.” His deep, husky voice had been a sound you had long forgotten could rip shivers from you.

Ari, a good friend of your dad’s, was younger than your father but older than yourself. He had looked larger than you remembered, with his impressive height topping off at around 6’5” or 6’6”, and the sheer width of his shoulders had drawn your hesitant attention as you noted the correlation between his size and upper body strength that his equally muscular torso and legs hadn’t outdone.

His brown-blonde hair had been brushing against the nape of his neck, and the full beard he sported hadn’t just made him seem like any ordinary alpha but an alpha who was equally strong and confident without being conceited.

Ari Levinson was an alpha you used to have a crush on. Though, you weren’t going to hide the fact that even after all these years, he was incredibly easy on the eyes.

“Andy Barber, you’ve met him before, haven’t you?”

The door closed behind you more forcefully than you had intended, but the shake of your legs and the heat of the summer that had beaten down on you restricted your care. You hadn’t paid any attention to who may have been in the house or who may have been watching; you were focused on an after-run routine of water and a cold shower.

As you had approached the fridge, with your headphones in your ear, you had yanked open the door and reached for a bottle. The moment your hand touched the cold plastic, you had pulled it out of the fridge and pressed the side to your cheeks.

The summer heat and everything you’d spent on the run had left you tired yet driven. You’d kept the water on your cheek and closed your eyes as you rested your lower back against the curve of the island and exhaled slowly.

Music was reverberating in your ears through your small in-ear speakers, the beat and the fast-paced singing of the artist acting as noise cancellation for the outside world, and you had been so focused on the aftermath of your run, on cooling down, that you had remained blissfully unaware that you were being watched.

“Miss L/N,” when you felt a hand against your shoulder, an ungodly shriek ripped from your lips, and the bottle of water went flying from your hands.

You whipped yourself around and clung to the island with an iron grip as your legs threatened to give out from under you. Your eyes had been cast upon an alpha in a dark blue suit with a matching tie and a head of dark brown hair that was styled messily, and you were torn between cursing out this handsome alpha who had shocked you or reacting with anger and spite.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You shrieked again, your heart thrashing in your chest. “You come into people’s houses without knocking, and them give them a heart attack?!”

“I was already here,” the alpha smiled cordially and picked up your water bottle, sliding it across the counter toward you, “whether you saw me-“

“God!” You grabbed the water bottle and tucked it under your arm before you created distance between yourself and him. “Gave me a heart attack!”

“I’ve met him once before.” You mumbled and looked away, reminiscing with cringing likeness.

“And Jefferson.”

He was just as handsome as the other two alphas, but he seemed closer in age with you than with them, though it didn’t appear as if there was a significant difference. He was tall, like the other two, yet he hadn’t seemed as outwardly stacked as Ari, and he wasn’t as tall as Andy. His eyes, however, were brighter.

“Mama,” you inched closer to her and questioned her intentions, your nails digging into the seams of your jeans, “what is going on?”

“Your father wants to speak to you at the estate.” Your mom drew her hands from your arms and took a wide birth around the back of the couch to sit once again; then you heard the rhythmic ‘tap tap tap’ of her hand against the couch to get you to sit.

“Couldn’t I have gone there then?” You looked from Jefferson to Ari and then Andy. “Saved me some time.”

“He’s not quite ready yet. Besides, I wanna hear about Aspen.” Your mom’s gaze became pointed, and you had slowly moved around the couch to sit beside her, and once you had, you tucked your hands into your lap.

“Aspen was fun. It always is.” Your answers were short and straightforward, your attention seeming to gravitate toward the alphas naturally.

“Meet anyone?”

Your mind immediately draws to the one-night stand you had, and the visible wince and shallow hiss gather your mom’s attention, her hand falling to your thigh.

You knew him; you know you had.

“No one worth mentioning, mama.” You sighed and leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest. “What does he want to talk about anyway? You text me asking me to come over instead of going home-“

“Your father needs to discuss something with you.” Your mom squeezed your thigh and beamed at Jefferson, almost pridefully. “After we have tea and you catch up with Ari and Andy and get to know Jefferson.”

[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Part 6

“You’re not an alpha are you?” Soft eyes stared back at you, gently speculating as the thin and lithe boy had sat cross-legged in front of you. There was a book held upside down in his hands as he frowned and tilted his head.

“I am too an alpha. Why? Don’t I look like an alpha?”

“You don’t look like any of the alphas I’ve seen.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest while you look around the hidden safe space you had discovered in your father’s estate, and Curtis had been the first boy you had brought here, eager to show him your hideaway.

“I am an alpha.” Curtis had scowled and closed the book with a snap and set it on the cushion beside him.

“Then you’re a small alpha.” You had nodded your head, deciding once and for all that he was bound and determined to be that size for the rest of his life, and no longer interested in arguing about it.

“I’m not always going to be a small alpha, but you are always going to be an annoying omega.” Curtis had made the rebuttal and batted your hand away when you had attempted to swipe him, completely bypassing you as he stood and stretched.

“You’re an ass.” You had mumbled under your breath, watching him freeze, his eyes narrowing in your direction.

“Your ma know you curse?” He had tilted his head, his dark blonde hair cut short and sightly spiked as he crouched near you. “I bet she would like to know-“

You had cut him off with the propulsion of the book closest to you being launched at his face, and you hadn’t waited for him to recover before you were up and scurrying out of the room, laughing at his expense as you had made your way through one door and then the other, slamming it shut to give yourself more time to outrun him.

When you had come to the other side, you had scampered out of the hidden door and pushed yourself flush to the wall, hearing him coming after you. Your hands had been pressed against the wall, and you had bitten down on your bottom lip as he had followed you. When the door had been shut and had once again become seamless with the wall, Curtis had turned toward you and fixed his eyes in a semi-serious glare, his nostrils flaring as he took one step toward you and then another.

“You cheated.”

“You’re too slow.” You had stuck out your tongue and stepped away from him, the back and forth battle between gaining and losing ground had come to an end when you had darted toward the stairs and subtly missed him only managing to save yourself by sitting on the railing and sliding down the smooth wood to the lower floor.

“You’re such a cheater!” Curtis’ voice had echoed in the room and you were temporarily pleased with yourself before you had turned and ran straight into a body and then stumbled back.

“Fucking brat,” the alpha in front of you had snapped and bared his teeth, the combativeness rolling off him in thick waves had startled you, and as you had slid your feet back, eyes wide and your heart racing. The alpha was heavily stacked with thick, veins that were almost protruding from his neck, and his eyes were so dark they had looked black, however, it was the scowl on his face and the scar that had run from his eyebrow to the corner of his mouth that had scared you the most. The physically imposing alpha had glowered down at you, glare morphing to a smirk as he reached for the front of your shirt, yanking you toward him, “little omega’s scared? You scared of me?”

“Leave her alone!” Curtis was halfway down the stairs and had raised his voice in protest of you being physically lifted from the ground with the alpha glaring at you as if you were nothing more than a bug.

“You a little bone for the alphas to chew on?” He had tightened his grip on your shirt and you had made a single startled cry, the impending fear bringing you to the point of tears.

“Get your fucking hands off of her! Now!” The directive had come from behind you, the voice as recognizable as the scent that had been strained and tainted by wrath and fury, and you had nearly been dropped to the tile before you were grabbed and set down, the alpha in question thrown against the side of the staircase.

“Possessive, Levinson?” The alpha was not held by Ari, the man who had worked for your father and was so familiar to you, instead, he was being restrained by a younger alpha you had never seen before.

“You have some fucking nerve, Rumlow.” The alpha you had never seen before had picked him up and slammed him back against the spiral, his blue eyes and dark brown hair falling into his face.

“Y/N let’s go.” Curtis had grabbed your arm and pulled you back, watching Ari pass by you, his face contorted in animosity and penchant rage.

“Fowler-“ You were pulled up the first step, and then you had turned away from the scene and scurried up the rest of the steps, your vision blurred with tears while you and Curtis had left behind the sound of pained grunts.

It was only when you had returned to your room and fearfully curled up under your blankets, that you had heard the sound of a single gunshot.

“We’re waiting until they’re all clear.” The directive was given and you had almost hoped that it hadn’t have been. You had almost wished for there to be a complication so you wouldn’t have to be stuck in the middle of Bucky and Curtis and listen to Jefferson talk about the importance of an image worthy of the person you were going to be.

You wished you had the opportunity to be an ordinary omega with the feasibility of being able to have a normal life. It was selfish on your part perhaps, to have such opportunities in front of you and want none of them. Maybe it was your selfish desires to turn away from the life set before you to have peace, or maybe it was the last few strands of resistance and self-doubt that had afflicted you.

Ari believed you could do this.

Bucky believes you could do this.

Curtis, still damn him, believed you could do this.

And yet, against all their words, all their affirmations and belief that you as an omega could run an empire, you had doubted yourself.

“It’s good. We got the all-clear.” Jefferson had shifted in his seat and you had received another glance at his waistcoat and button-down shirt, the sleek match had brought out the colour of his eyes and made him appear like an alpha who had just stepped out of the glossy pages.

“Clear to go home?” You grumbled while sliding over on the leather bench seat of the decked-out Escalade, and placed your hand in Bucky’s as he helped you step down onto the pavement, with Curtis following.

“Nice try, butterfly.” Jefferson had crooned and tapped the tip of your nose. “You and I are going to get you the kind of wardrobe that fits your role as a mob boss.”

Jefferson had turned sharply and cast his eyes upon the storefront of the sleek-looking high-end boutique, his lips stretching in a smile before he looked over his shoulder at you, his smile building. You had locked eyes with him, communicating a great deal within mere glances before Curtis had reached for your hand, fingertips brushing against fingertips.

When the door was opened and held open for you, you had stepped inside the boutique and the four of you had been greeted by a tall omega wearing a sleek emerald green dress with a thin black belt sitting around her waist. She had continued the look of sophistication with a pair of Louboutin’s with the familiar red underside. Her hair was pulled back and secured in a top knot, decorated with a string of rhinestones or diamonds that had stood out against her dark hair.

“Good morning and welcome. My name is Lia and I will be your guide during your visit here. We have everything ready for you.” Her smile was tight, her lips overdrawn, yet not obtusely so, in dark mauve lipstick that complimented the shade of her dress and the dark colour of her hair.

“Butterfly,” Jefferson had brushed his hand along the small of your back as he came to stand next to you, “needs an entirely new wardrobe.”

“So you had explained over the phone,” she had clapped her hands and walked toward you, her heels clicking against the marble, “your omega is beautiful. We have pulled some great choices if you would follow us.”

“I hate this already,” you muttered under your breath as you had reluctantly followed again.

“You’re going to be okay. Tell them what you want, tell them what you need.” Bucky had grasped your hand and stalled you, drawing your attention back to him, your eyes locking. “If you don’t like it, don’t hold back.”

The assurance was all you needed to turn away from

Bucky, to continue following Jefferson and Lia, your guide to the boutique. You had focused on the clack of her heels as she had made her way past racks of clothing that were hanging on sleek metal rods, the expensive and intricate designs stirring neither your interest nor your desire to fill your closet with what you didn’t want.

When you had come to a stop, Lia had turned sharply on her heel and addressed you, and the alphas, with a tight-lipped smile and folded her hands in front of her. She stood before rolling racks of clothes that were being pushed into view, the colours, shapes and styles varying from one to the next and yet you weren’t seeing much of anything you had liked.

“The spring collection has just been released,” Lia had motioned to the racks on the left, waving her hand in the direction of the clothes they had all intended you to try on, “with an integral mix of fabrics and designs to transform your omega.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, glossing over the designer trends that hadn’t seemed to stick out to you. You understood the need to have a more rounded wardrobe and to look as if you were more sophisticated than you had felt, however, none of these had stood out to you.

None of them had felt as if they could be something you had wanted.

“Y/N, what do you think?” Jefferson had reached for your hand and brushed his thumb across your knuckles, drawing your eyes to him. “Do you see something you would like?”

You brushed your palms down the front of your leggings and then side-eyes Bucky. He had given you a soft yet telling nod, a reaffirmation that this could go the way you wanted. This could go how you saw fit, and you had a right to say no.

“I…” you cleared your throat and rolled your shoulders back. “No.”

“No?” Lia had furrowed her brow and glanced toward Jefferson. “To one-piece or…?”

“No to all of it. I hate it all. It’s too bold, it’s too avant-garde. I want something simple, classy. I don’t need to have a $5,000 dress that looks like it was made out of trash.” You had reached for Bucky’s hand, your fingertips brushing.

“Miss L/N-“

“You heard her. She hates it. Find something else.” Jefferson had spoken in agreement, surprising you with this stance he had taken at such luxurious clothes. “And don’t bother addressing us. She’s in charge; she’s the boss.”

“You have something to say, you talk to her.”

[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Part 2

Snow that fell from tufts of clouds had littered the already condensed white landscape and the surrounding bushels of trees that lined the specific slope you had gone down.

The haze of clouds and the imperfect snowflakes that fell upon the mass of people going down the slopes or up the side of the mountains on the lifts had momentarily grabbed and held his attention, the brief distraction from the breathtaking omega he was supposed to be paying attention to.

However as he turned his head once me, and had been enraptured by the omega that was his target, Curtis had inhaled the crisp mountain air sharply as he was left feeling like a shell of himself while this gorgeous omega had remained ignorant to his presence. He was subjected to the intense desire and need, the overwhelming and devastating pull that called him to cross the slopes and approach. It was as if there was an indestructible chain that was binding him to the omega, the thick corded steel tightening around himself as he was helpless to deny this sensation.

The woman with a thick sweater beneath the winter jacket and the pair of snowboarding goggles strapped to the top of your helmet. The woman with a laugh that felt like soft chimes blowing in the wind, and a scent that infiltrated his very soul and ingrained itself within his heart.

He was supposed to be here doing his job, he was supposed to be here watching you inconspicuously to prevent any attacks. It would be his job to intervene if anything had risen against you, and the direct orders he had been given were to keep a close eye on you and your friend as you enjoyed Aspen.

You were as distracting as you were gorgeous and he was unable to break the captivity you held him in. Curtis was an alpha who had never particularly or direly felt weak, even as a boy who was had been smaller than you all those years ago, but the mere image of you with your friend was enough to bring him to his knees. You were enough to make him simper pathetically as he watched you adjust the straps of your snowboard boots and fix your goggles back over your eyes, the act itself was so innocent and so typical for the atmosphere however it was another opportunity for Curtis to be taken by you.

He was here to do a job and he knew that. Nevertheless, when you and your friend had departed the ski-hill and made it back to your hotel, the plan was made to go to the bar and let loose. It was his job to keep you safe, and he had. He had kept you safe.

He was not supposed to sleep with you, he was not supposed to get a few shots in and cross the bar and introduce himself under some false name. He was not supposed to allow himself to place his hand on your thigh or feel you quiver against him when he moved his hand below the cut of your dress.

Curtis knew he would have been in deep shit with the other alphas who had formed this pack, the other alphas who were all waiting on the safe arrival of you, the omega at the centre of their world, back home. Curtis had known that he was going to have to take the piss from the other alphas when he had returned to the estate, however, he was weak for you.

And when he had taken you back to your room, when he had inhaled your scent and let it fill his senses, he was made weak. He was helpless to stop the feeling of your naked flesh against his or the mewls that slipped from your lips when he thrust his cock into your pussy; he couldn’t stop the pleasure from surging between you two.

When Nick had found him, Curtis was nursing a hangover in the airport. When Nick had thrown him against a wall and intimidated the younger, but no less small alpha, Curtis knew he deserved it. He knew that the impact of Nick’s closed fist to his face was earned.

“You are going to explain this fuck up to her father when you get back,” Nick had given him one warning, Nick was the pissed off alpha facing off against Curtis, another pissed of alpha who was soft for you, “and then you’re gonna explain to the rest of the pack why you pissed off our omega.”

“I couldn’t help it-“

“You damn well could’ve!” Nick had gripped Curtis’ throat and squeezed, the increasing pressure against his neck stirring the urge to fight, and yet Curtis knew that it would only make things worse. “Get the hell on that plane and don’t turn back.”

“It was a mistake, it was a moment of weakness.” Curtis had rested his elbows on his knees and attempted to convey the half-hearted apology to the alphas in the pack that remained at the estate. “God, you know how her scent affects us-“

“Of course we know,” Bucky snapped at Curtis, his anger radiating and adding to the tentative atmosphere of the room that was bordering on explosive, “some of us have more self-control than others.”

“She was my best friend and I’m supposed to act like she is nothing. I couldn’t do that.” Curtis had leaned back and yanked the covered icepack from the table and held it against his jaw, his blue eyes trained on the older alphas. “I had a moment of weakness-“

“And then you left her,” Nick had spoken above the sound of the ice in is glass hitting the sides, his blue eyes fixed in a glare while he glowered at the youngest alpha among them, “you didn’t have the balls-“

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” Curtis stood abruptly and threw the ice pack aside, the impact it made with the couch muffled by the cushions. “What the fuck do you want me to do, Fowler?”

“Not sleeping with our omega while you’re trying to protect her should have been number one.” He had commented, sipping on the strong liquor in his glass, letting the taste linger on his tongue before he swallowed.

“You didn’t trust me-“

“Rightfully fucking so,” Bucky cut him off and crossed his arms over his chest, pacing back and forth slowly, “you were sent to do a job and you fucked up-“

“I did my job. I kept an eye on her-“

“-without screwing her and then leaving in the morning.” Bucky had finished, drawing closer to Curtis as the tension between the three of them, had hit an all-time high. “You have any idea how fucked up that is?”

“I made a mistake.” Curtis grit his teeth and averted his gaze, glancing toward the small monitor on the coffee table, the image of the enhanced and reinforced SUV pulling up to the drive. “She was so close and her scent-“

“Now you have to face her again and explain why you acted like you didn’t know her, why you left in the middle of the night. You know she knew you? Or she had recognized something about you?” Nick downed his liquor and slammed the glass against the table before he stood and slipped the gun into the holster hidden by his jacket. “I hope she fucking nut punches you.”

“That would be the very least you deserve.”

When the vehicle came to a stop, you had looked out the window toward the estate that you had spent many weeks and months in out of a yearly cycle, however, it was not your childhood home. The estate was massive in size with the main house being at the forefront of a long and winding drive, the many rooms inside designated for meetings or parties. Inside the main building were the boardrooms your father had spent many days in, working out the details of new business ventures or deciding which unlucky fool would meet their ends after not giving what was promised.

You had spent partial pieces of your childhood here, at the massive epicentre of the empire your father had built. Your mom and you were kept away most of the time, sent to a safe house that was guarded and kept safe from anyone wanting to hurt you or her, to get to your dad. When you did stay at the estate, you would spend your time exploring every inch of the mansion that you could, and had discovered in your early years, that certain hiding spaces were advantageously perched close enough to hear the meetings you were barred from.

If you weren’t squirrelling yourself away in the hidden nooks of the estate, you would spend hours walking the acres or in the garden reading. You would have enough to do to occupy your time and yet it had never been your favourite place to stay.

Your mom’s place, the safe house set up for you, was home. The little dents in the wall you’d made when you attempted to sneak a beta up to the room, only to be caught by the guards your father had stationed far too close by. The Friday night ritual of greasy take-out food and some classic movie playing on the screen in the theatre room, the Sunday morning brunches at the cute little café in the middle of the small town nearby.

Those memories of you and your mom, and the guards, often alone, had shaped your childhood.

“Your dad wants to talk to you.” Your mom had reiterated the statement when your feet touched the stone driveway, and you were back on the estate property.

The home that you lived in part, was standing before you in elegance and sophistication, with a great number of secrets within the walls that were buried between the paint and the drywall.

“Glad to be back?” Ari questioned, hauling your bag out of the trunk and slinging it over his shoulder.

“Considering this ‘discussion’ I’m about to have,” you huffed and scuffed the toe of your boots against the stone path, “I’m gonna say no.”

“You’ll be okay, princess,” Ari reassured you, his fingertips brushing against your waist as he passed by, giving you his astute and resounding vow. “You’re stronger than you think.”

You watched Ari walk, studying his gait as he moved with confidence before your attention was diverted to Andy. He was wearing a suit like he usually did with a tie that complemented his eyes. There was a lack of briefcase in his hands, though you could distinguish the outline of a holster beneath his suit jacket.

He was walking behind Ari, almost flanking you and had seemed to be watching you closely; protectively.

“Ari, if I asked you what was going on would you tell me?” You stopped before the steps that led to the front door, your fingers twitching by your sides as you glanced between Ari and Andy, and then over your shoulder toward Jefferson.

“I can’t,” his tone of voice was even and collected, his eyes piercing you, “that’s up to your dad.”

“Jefferson,” you whipped around and faced him, your eyes meeting, “we’ve met before.”

“You remember me, little mouse?” He croons and walked closer reaching toward you to cup your cheek, his fingertips grazing your cheekbone. “Or are you trying to get what you want?”

“Don’t be fooled by her beautiful face,” Andy had stepped by you both, walking up the steps to the front door, “Y/N is nothing if not capable of bringing an alpha to their knees and getting the answers she needs.”

“No one asked you,” you grit your teeth and snapped at the lawyer as he slipped inside, but not before he shot a look over his shoulder, his lips upturned in a smirk.

“Sorry, petal.” Jefferson apologized and tapped your pout with his thumb, dragging your lip down slightly before he let go. “I’m sworn to secrecy.”

“What?” You questioned, jogging up the stairs after him and stepping through the open door. “What’s he gonna do? Rip your tongue out?”

Once you stepped inside, you had faced the entranceway of the mansion that you had always loved endlessly. The grand entranceway was sweeping and ethereally designed to be welcoming and airy, a contrast to what had gone down in the walls. As you stood in front of the double doors, you had come face to face with a spiral staircase that had led to the second floor, the metal guardrails twisted in elegance and the sheer panes of glass had prevented anyone from sliding on the sleek marble floors.

You had always loved riding the rails as a child, finding the glee and the childlike wonder in nearly everything you could in the mansion, or at the very least what you were given access to.

“Welcome home, sweetheart.” Andy had called from your left, leaning against one of the stone pillars in the entrance, the spotless marble towering to the second floor.

“This isn’t my home.” You countered and felt that perhaps you were wrong, given how your stomach had become knotted.

“Y/N dear,” your mom had walked toward you, and had hooked your arm with hers, and gently nudging your hips together, “there are three other alphas we want you to meet-“

“Why?” You were suspicious, and your instincts told you not everything was as it appeared.

This meeting with your dad, and the happenstance that you had to meet six alphas. The way they were looking at you, the way Andy seemed to shield you, how he had flanked you as if he was protecting you.

“Mama, what’s going on? Why am I here?” You glanced her way, your speculative gaze and her hesitation telling you that your suspicions had been correct.

Something was happening.

“You know that boy you used to run around with? The little alpha..?” She reached out and brushed your hair behind your ear.

“The one that was shorter than me?” You furrowed your eyebrows, and a frown had formed on your face.

Your mom was smiling small, her lips tightly pulled into a strained expression and while her touch was tender, it was hesitant. Your mom’s eyes were telling, and every moment that you held each other’s gaze, you were riddled with uncertainty.

“His name was Curtis Everett.”

“Curtis? I thought you said your name was-“

“I did.”

“I’m sorry,” your memory betrayed you, and the phantom sensation of an alpha trailing open mouth kisses along your neck had become all too real, “Curtis Everett…?”

“He works for your dad-“

“Y/N,” he appeared at the bottom of the steps, with two other alphas coming behind him, “I wanted to tell you.”

“That,” you were confused first, “is Curtis Everett?”

The little boy you had run the halls with, the little alpha with too much fire and a penchant for mouthing off to alphas bigger than him, was standing on the marble floors, and he was anything but small. He was no longer thin and scrawny but had fully grown out and up, gaining a healthy amount of muscle mass and height. His hair was buzz cut and his blue eyes were brimming with unkempt emotion.

And you had seen him naked.

He had taken you to your hotel room, and you had sex which was easily the best you had ever had. He was gentle yet rough, leaving you blissed out and on a high, you’d never reached before. Only, when you woke in the morning you were alone and felt heartbroken that this alpha you had such a good time with, didn’t even care to stay. Didn’t even say goodbye.

“You,” your control slipped and that rush of anger and hurt went careening into you with the force of a freight train, “left me! You piece of shit!”

“I’m sorry, baby-“

“Don’t you dare!” You stalked toward him, willing to unleash all of your hurt on this alpha who you knew, who was your best friend when you were a child. “I knew you! I knew you and you lied to me!”

“Y/N please-“ Curtis tried to talk, he had stumbled over his words and his apology, however, you were not willing or eager to hear it.

“You left me!” Your hand moved on its own volition and the thundering crack of skin meeting skin had drawn a few eyes. The aftermath of you striking him as hard as you had, resulted in your plan stinging from the force and a cut on his lip reopening.

“Don’t you ever,” you didn’t stop at a mere strike, you had dug your finger into his chest as you squared off against the alpha who wasn’t retaliating in the slightest, “talk to me again. I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to speak to you. You can fuck off for all I care!”

“Y/N,” he had attempted again, reaching for you as you smacked his hands away, “I’m sorry-“

The apology was cut short, as was anything that could have followed when a woman approached from near the back of the mansion, a small folder in her hands. “Miss L/N, your father is ready for you.”

“You left me.” Your voice shook and you had stepped back, staring at him while your bottom lip trembled.

Alphas we’re not supposed to leave omegas after having sex with them. Omegas needed that aftercare, they needed the intimacy, even if they would never see that alpha again.

“You’re a piss poor alpha.” You turned away from him and averted your gaze, quickly following after the woman leading you to your father.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Prologue

“You look familiar,” the soft whimpers had been broken by coherent words and the fiery nip of his teeth grazing your collar bone, “are you sure I don’t know you?”

“Fuck,” he cursed into your neck as your hips rose to meet his, and the seeping head of his cock had rubbed against your soaked and partially ripped panties, “Is that what you wanna focus on now?”

His hands had been grasping and kneading your ass as he drew you into him, the tension between you two reaching a palpable point that had driven you from the bar to the elevator and finally to your room. The trail his lips had created on your neck and down the valley of your breasts as he teased your flesh, as he marked you artificially. The way his teeth had been dragging across your flesh had sent shivers down your spine; the rural goose-bumping of your flesh has earned a shaking groan from him as he ground himself against you.

“No,” you moaned, dragging your nails down his chest as he hooked his fingers into your panties and ripped. The obstruction falling free and the gentle jut of the head of his cock against your swollen pussy lips, pulling yet another main from you.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled in-ear as he grasped the base of his cock and stroked twice before he snapped his hips and thrust his thick length into your pussy, “and you’re taking me so well.”

“This,” you gasped and mewled, your nails digging into his shoulder blade as the bed started rocking from the force of his thrusts, “is the best one night stand-“

“Y/N,” he growled in your ear and gripped your hip, none too gently yanking your leg to the side to give him more room, “you’re squeezing my fucking cock-“

“Shit,” you whined, every stroke of his stiff shaft against your dripping aching walls was bringing you toward a sharp peak, “shit, I’m gonna cum….”

The tension and heat between you were coming to a high. The trail of his lips and teeth as he kissed his way between your breasts and back up to your neck, his teeth grazing your scent gland as if he was going to bite as if he was going to mark you as his permanently, was adding to the primordial high that made you buck your hips against his thrusts.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” He nipped your earlobe, his tongue lapping at your skin. “Cum for me, omega.”

His hands turned soft, his touch became intimidating, and it was a quick few more thrusts until you were crying against him, your body trembling as your cum dropped down your thighs, and his hot, sticky seed filled your greedy cunt.

The flood of warmth and the slow removal of his cock from your pussy had released a shudder, and the soft, pliant breath against your chest as he placed one kiss and then another to your chest, felt intimate despite you not being entirely sure who you had just screwed.

“Tired,” he brushed your hair off your face and leaned in to kiss your cheek tenderly, “go to sleep.”

The soft-touch of his finger against your cheek had matched the aftermath of a night filled with orgasms. The gentle touch was more than enough to bring you close to rest and peacefulness, the gentle lull of an alpha’s voice and his scent the perfect storm to bring you sleep.

“You woke up alone.” Steam rose the pearlescent mug set between your hands as you cast your eyes upon the window and the mountains that lay beyond. The snow-capped peaks had provided some of the best skiing and snowboarding in the area and had been the location of yesterday’s activities before the two of you hit the bar in Aspen, and your one-night stand had commenced.

“Yeah,” you exhaled slowly and lifted the cup to your lips, “I woke up alone.”

“Damn. Not even a note? That alpha was hot too.” Nattie furrowed her brow and clicked her tongue against her teeth, reminiscing on the alphas you both had taken back to the hotel, though you were the only one who woke up cold and alone. “Asshole.”

“I knew him.” Your voice was quiet, and you had paused an explanation to take a sip from your latte, the foam feeling delectably cool against the hot brew inside. “I mean, I didn’t remember his name, but I swear I knew him.”

“He doesn’t seem to have a face you could easily forget.” Nattie had admitted that you wanted to agree with her, but you had forgotten his face, and you had forgotten his name.

However, something about him had seemed so familiar and so recognizable. You had remembered…something. There was something about him that you knew was familiar and that one little familiar pique had stirred your curiosity.

If only you could remember how you knew him, how you had come to know him previously. He was so familiar yet so unknown, and the night spent with him hadn’t helped. It hadn’t permitted when you woke up alone with any semblance of a goodbye or a note leaving a number.

“Fuck him.”

“I already did, Nattie.” You hummed and sipped on your latte again, dropping your gaze from the mountains and the snow that threatened to fall and coating the area in fluffy flakes.

“Well, then fuck him. What an asshole.” She scoffed and leaned back, her arms crossed over her chest. “We have two nights left in Aspen, and then we’re going back. We’re going to spend our last two nights looking smoking hot and picking up hot alphas.”

“Drinking? Yes.” You set your cup down and looked past your friend to the frame of a man in a well-dressed suit with a sleek black tie set against a crisp white dress shirt and a square jaw pebbled with scruff. “Picking up random alphas? Been there, done that.”

“How about a horny beta?” She suggested and wiggled her eyebrows. However, you were trained on the alpha who was there one minute and gone after you had blinked.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Part 5

“I have agreed to do this.” The thought had rung out in your head after you had told your father, and they plan to have you readied for your future was going to be set into place.

It was your future, it was your empire that would unfold in front of you, your empire that would and had fallen into your lap. You had every resource available to you, every possible faction you would need to succeed. But it wouldn’t and couldn’t happen overnight and you would have to be taught by the alphas closest to you, the alphas were meant to be part of your pack, how to take over.

It wasn’t enough to have the lineage, you had to know how to embrace the part of the leader, of the head of the family. You could no longer be an omega who had flown under the radar, you would have to conduct yourself as the boss that, Bucky especially, had faith in.

You would get taught how to handle a weapon, more so than you had in the past and Nick would help you adjust and learn to combat torture should you fall into enemy hands.

Ari would teach you how to conduct yourself in front of alphas who wouldn’t hesitate to tear you down because you were a woman and an omega.

Jefferson was going to help conduct your image, fine-tuning you and transforming you from an omega who could have been as casual as possible, to an omega who was the head of a major organization.

Curtis and Bucky were meant to teach your personalized hand yo hand combat. They would take you into the training facility on the property and teach you not only how to keep yourself safe but to completely disarm and dominate any opponent you may come across.

Andy was going to go through the processes of the law, the ins and outs of every back door you could use to keep yourself out of view and out of the court system, and if you had managed to have to see a judge, Andy would get you off.

There was a purpose behind every alpha, and behind every alpha was a connection they had with you, through one interaction or another both your mother and father had decided that they would be able to help you prosper.

You were a rare case, an omega who could emotionally, physically and mentally handle six alphas. You were one of the rare cases where, in the instance of your true mates, you weren’t limited to just one.

Six of them, one of you in a time of necessity.

Your decision had stood, and you had retained your position of taking over what your father had built, however, there was no simplicity in the act and you had known that. You had known that the takeover would be a strenuous act that would require a lot of preparation, and yet you hadn’t expected the first day to start with the arrival of Ari in your bedroom at 5:02 in the morning.

You had, even in your sleep, been made aware that he was there before he even had a chance to wake you up gently. It was his scent and your ability to detect alphas that had made your brain aware that someone was with you, and as you had rolled onto your left side to face the door and the approach of him into your room, your eyes had opened slowly.

“Why are you here so early?” Your protest became verbalized as a grown, painful and annoyed. “it’s not even six in the morning.”

“You have a lot to do today.” Ari had explained as he turned on the lights, and you were assaulted by the bright disturbance. “You need to get up, Y/N.”

“Yeah. Hard pass.” You had denied him and chose to roll onto your other side and throw the blankets back over your head, a brief relief from the blinding lights that would have quickly been met by Ari refusing to leave.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be. If you think I won’t drag you out of bed-“

“Don’t think I won’t kick you.” You had threatened just as he had, lifting the blanket just enough to see him slowly approaching the bed with his arms crossed over his chest and his blue eyes staring pointedly at you. “I mean it. I will kick you.”

“Y/N, honey-“

“No.” You huffed and dropped the blanket again, obscuring your vision while your ears had pricked at the sound of his feet shuffling and his soft breaths as he had approached the bed.

“You need to get up. You have a lot to do today.”

“What’s the point of being the boss if I can’t even sleep in? It’s…” you had reached under the blanket to grab your phone, your arm and hand the only visible part of your body as you turned under the device, and then peered at the time from a sliver in the blanket. “5:05 in the morning. Go away.”

“You’re not the boss yet, honey.” Ari was nothing but patient as he had gripped the top of the blanket and started pulling it from the blanket, exposing your body to the slightly cooler air of your bedroom. “Get up.”

“You’re being mean.” You raised another complaint, sticking out your tongue at him as you reached for your phone again, and checked your device for the ungodly hour for the third time.

“Be glad it’s me and not Nick.” Ari had dropped tossed the blanket to the other side of the bed before he had extended his hand for you to take, gently yet quickly pulling you to your feet. “Get dressed, and be down by 5:30.”

“I could’ve been naked you know.” You mumbled under your breath, yawning dramatically while walking slowly to the closet, languidly yanking a pair of sweats and a popover hoodie from the floor.

“25 minutes, omega.” Ari had given you one final warning before he had left as quickly as he had come, choosing to ignore your statement and giving you the privacy to dress in peace.

“Good morning, sunshine.” The first greeting to hit your ears was as grating as nails on a chalkboard, the supple voice of the alpha speaking to you was less pleasing and more aggravating as you had sunk onto an open chair and tucked your chin into your hand, your fingers curled into your palm.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” You hissed, exhaustion lacing your words as you unfurled your hand, and then leaned forward to snatch the cup of coffee set before you.

“Sorry for disturbing your sleep princess, but you have a lot to learn.” Nick had raised his voice, drawing your attention and ire toward the alpha.

He had traded in the fine-cut suit for a soft sweater that had matched the blue of his eyes and made the hardened head of security look much softer than he was. His hair had been cut short, a fresh cut that had squared his jaw, giving him a more formidable appearance than you were used to. The jeans he had worn had drawn your attention, temporarily, to his long ad strong legs that were accentuated y the dark denim, though it was fleeting as your eyes had caught the outline of his handgun under his sweater.

“Bite me, asshole!” You bore your teeth toward him, your eyes narrowed into a fierce and darkening stare, annoyed by his presence and the overhanging threat that Ari had warned you about. It could have been Nick waking you in the morning, and he would not have been so complacent and kind.

“Is that a request, princess?” Nick had taken a single step toward you, his jaw clenching and his eyes burning with temptation, though it was a solid arm that had shot out across his chest, stopping him from proceeding further.

Ari was putting himself between you and Nick, stopping any animosity before it had gotten out of hand. Despite Ari stopping Nick from getting closer to you, it hadn’t stopped him from staring at you headily, the intent behind his gaze making your eyes grow slightly. He was fixating his attention on you in such a manner of power and drive, in a thrush of

“Fuck off, Fowler. Give her some time to adjust.” Ari had come to your defence, a glimmer of pride evident on his face as he briefly glanced toward you.

Ari had admired your fire, the way you bit back at Nick.

“You think any other alpha would back off? Do you think any other alpha would let her talk to them that way? You’re doing her no favours.” Nick was speaking the truth, albeit harshly.

They were meant to be your alphas, they were meant to keep you safe and protected as best as they could. Every other alpha, beta and omega you would meet would be harsher than Nick was with you; they couldn’t keep you safe from everything and everyone.

“You need to give her some time to adjust.” Ari came to your defence again, placating himself between you and the other alpha. “This is the first day.”

“She has two months, Levinson. Two months to learn the ins and outs. You may have a soft spot for your ‘little princess’ but you’re doing no good by her, not like this .” Nick looked past Ari, to you.

“As much as I hate to agree with Nick, sweetheart,” Andy had approached you from the right, his tone and touch much gentler than Nick’s, “no other alpha would grant you a pardon.”

“Can I preemptively stab him?” You grumbled, lifting your coffee cup to your lips, glancing over the rim of the cup to spy Curtis as he had appeared in the kitchen, sulking away from you. “Or at least Curtis.”

“No one is stabbing anyone.” Ari had spoken over you and directed your attention back to the massive-looking breakfast in front of you by sliding your plate closer to you.

“I’m sure if you tried to use google you could find a proctologist to take the stick out of your ass.” You had continued to mumble under your breath as you reached for the pieces of toast, already buttered, and ripped a chunk off.

“Someone woke up with an attitude,” Jefferson crooned and took the seat next to you, a teacup in his hands.

“Fuck you and your condescension. I have a right to be pissed off.” You snapped, your aggression growing for the alphas around you.

“You’re right. You do.” Curtis had spoken up, he had raised his voice in your defence. “You didn’t ask for this and you were blindsided, hurt-“

“Some hurt me more than others.” You had dug in your heels, despite finding solace in his words.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that to you, and we shouldn’t come off so aggressive. I know that other alphas won’t give you the courtesy of soft-spoken words gentility, but that doesn’t mean we have to come off as condescending and controlling.”

You felt your stomach flip, butterflies coming to life the longer he had spoken, with wisdom that seemed unfitting for the alpha who had done the most damage, that had been up there with Nick and Bucky in aggressiveness. Curtis was talking to you and about you like he understood what you had been going through and how you were feeling, more sympathetic to your overwhelmed state than the rest of them.

“I understand that you have this agenda and this timeline in your heads that I need to conform by, that I need to be ready by, but you’re being assholes about it. I’m not an alpha, I’m not one of you. I can’t just dive right in and be fine, I need time to adjust and steady myself. One day at a time.”

“Can I make a suggestion?” Bucky had piped up, speaking from his position at the end of the dining table, his arms crossed over his chest. “There’s a lot to learn, and you will be overwhelmed if it’s all thrown at you at once. You shouldn’t be expected to learn everything your father had in two months. Even if you had learned it all, there’s a difference between doing the job and being surrounded by it. You could be prepared, you could learn everything and still be thrown for a loop.”

“Waiting for the suggestion.” Nick raised an eyebrow, the glare that was thrown his way had rolled off of him.

“Four days a week, you can focus on learning what you can, when you can. Tuesday/Thursday – self-defence and weapon tech. Monday/Wednesday – the ins and outs of the world you’re going to be surrounded by. And the weekends, you would have to yourself.”

Bucky’s speech, the motivational conversation you had in the safe room, that had been your hideaway, was echoing in your head. Word for word, every beat and syllable of encouragement was being played and replayed. He believed you could do this, he had believed that you could have been good for this, he thought you would be what they had all needed and you wanted to believe him.

“Is that something you want?” Bucky and Curtis, despite you being pissed off at the latter, had come to your defence. They had been the only ones to ask you what you wanted.

“I can work with that.” You had lifted your cup to your lips and sipped on your coffee before you set it back down on the table and tilt your head. “Do I still have to go shopping?”

“Yes.” Jefferson had nudged you gently, and with a roll of your eyes and an exaggerated sigh, you started to eat what they had made for you, happy enough to gain some ground with them.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Part 4

The soft clutch of your fingers along the spine of the book was just one of the many sensations that had been hitting you head-on as you watched the endless stretch of land to your left. The nearly uninterrupted view of the sweeping highs and lows of the hills that had led to a deep valley was just as breathtaking as the clear and spotless sky that had been the ideal day for flying. It was almost as captivating as the book in your hands, the unfolding story that you had read many times over and never seemed to grow tired of. It was the captivating views of the physical world around you that had endeared you to the experience of flying from one destination to the next.

Much like the carefully crafted words that had filled the pages of the closed book in your hand, you were lost in the moment. You were lost in the rumble of the plane that was quiet enough not to be distracting and the feeling of the soft yet well-used blanket that had been draped across your lap. It was a spontaneous trip, a spontaneous destination that had brought you to the beautiful and thriving countryside, the breathtaking scapes of green that had seemed as if they had pulled directly from some otherworldly fantasy novel or some fairytale retelling.

It felt as if this trip you were making to the bustling English city had already been for naught, and yet you hadn’t turned back when you had the chance. It wasn’t as if this alpha was entirely a stranger to you, the two of you had some shared classes while was doing a year in the States before he had returned to London, however, this trip had seemed to be a big step for what the two of you had not yet registered. The two of you had gone on a date when he was still on campus, mostly just to get to know each other as friends however your connection was not to be denied. He was a pre-med student and had done a few years in the States before returning to finish his degree in the UK.

“It’s a long way to go to meet an alpha. Promise me you’ll have fun without spending your entire trip pining over him.” Your mother wanted you to have fun, she wanted you to explore the city and not bide your time with an alpha you haven’t seen for a while. Though she would never try and stop you, nor could she, there was reservations there that had resonated with you, and you had debated the decision to keep going.

“I’m going to see him, that’s it.” You had confirmed your plans to follow him, to meet him just because you could and that would be the end of it.

It had started with a view of the rolling hills, an eagerness about you to meet the alpha you had been pining over, however it ended far more pathetically.

Your mother’s insistence that you not waste all your time on an alpha like him should have been heeded. You should have taken that as a sign and left before you even arrived. Your stubbornness could not and would not be stopped. Your insistence that this was a good idea had taken you directly toward his place, the plans set to meet, and yet when you had arrived, you saw him balls deep in another omega, through the open window of his flat.

‘I can’t wait to see you, beautiful.’ Had been the last message he had sent after wishing you a safe flight.

You were quick to realize you had been played tonight; maybe you had been played by him the entire time. Maybe you were just a little toy he thought he could dangle along, an omega he could sleep with because he was the kind of alpha you hated. He was the kind of alpha that was contemptible and revolting; still, you had fallen for him.

Your anguished state had taken you to the nearest pub where you had chosen to spend your time trying not to cry into a pint of beer. You had sat in the corner and tucked your head, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you mourned your hopefulness. There had been a distinct burn that had started in your chest and moved to your belly, the sharp sting of being toyed that had been quantified by a single moment that you were not meant to see.

“He’s not worth your time,” the confession had come from a table to your left, another alpha who was sitting nearby, a similar pint in his hands that was almost gone, and an adornment of rings on his right hand, “anyone who makes a pretty omega like you that miserable, isn’t worth it.”

The alpha had lifted his pint to his lips and gulped down the rest of the dark coloured ale until only the remnants of the head were visible, and then he had stood and walked toward you. Your eyes had followed the motion of the alpha as he moved toward you, your fingers gripping the mug as he stopped before the table and glanced down at you.

“You wanna get out of here? There’s a place nearby that’s good for working out your aggression.” From one distrustful alpha to one that had glanced upon you as if you were the only light in a thousand-mile radius, you had felt convoluted.

And yet, you had stood and placed your hand in his, trusting that deeply rooted sense of yours that had told you to take this chance; to trust this alpha.

You had let him help you up, you had let him grasp your hand and lead him out of the pub, and as the two of you had started walking down the streets of London, he had given you his name in a quick, short breath.

“James.”

The benefits of your natural curiosity as a child had paid off, all those days running the halls with Curtis, playing hide and seek had allowed you to figure out and discover every perfect hiding place in your father’s estate. Every perfect place you could find, every hidden door that led to a room separate from the house had truly been a wonder when you were a child. However, you thought those moments in your past with Curtis, the countless hours you had spent trying to navigate from one secret room to the next, could have paid off until you were willing yourself out of the eyes of your parents, of every alpha that played a part in this decision.

You had remembered the paths, you had remembered what doors needed to be opened and pushed to lead you to a different room. It was your memories that led you from the room that would be yours, since you couldn’t leave, to the simple yet seamless door halfway down the hall. It was a single push of a wood panel that had unlatched the door and allowed you to slip inside. As you had closed the panel behind you, you had crouched and followed the small path between rooms until you needed to take a small drop. When you reached the edge, you had braced your hand upon the edge and tipped yourself over and landed with a softened thud. You had continued on the path, following until you had hit another small door, and with a quick jolt of a hinge, access had been granted.

You had placed grabbed the edge of the door and pulled, leaving you enough room to step through the secret entrance into one of the many rooms that had acted, or could act, as a panic room if the house was breached.

For you, however, it was a safe place. For you, it was a refuge that had been turned from a lifeless and plain yet secured room into something that had felt like it was your own. Even as a child, you had known the value of having something for yourself and had taken the opportunities to bring comforts here. It had become to feel less like the panic room you knew it was, and more like a closed-off nest with access to food and water, a bathroom and a small entertainment system.

Through the years, you had filled it with your favourite comforts. You had thought at one point that maybe your father didn’t know what you were doing as a child, but it was only with age and maturity that you had realized that not only had your dad known, he had commissioned some of the omegas that had been running around with alphas, to help transform it with small and added details. The kind of details and comforts that you, as an itty bitty omega, would not have noticed.

Now you were grateful for the additions they had made, like the thick and fuzzy blankets that were infused with lavender and lilac, natural scents meant to calm and relax omegas. There was a series of pillows and cushions that could be laid out as a bed on the floor, a bookcase stuffed with things you had read and wanted to re-read. There were beanbag chairs you had managed to drag up as a younger omega, happy to sit for hours and watch a slew of Disney movies or read all afternoon.

This was your hide-out, this was your safe space when the world had become too much to handle.

“What I need.” You had kicked off your shoes and strode toward the wicker bin stuffed with blankets and had lifted the lid, grateful to have the blanket you needed and wanted, on the top. You had grasped the folded side and draped it over your arm and had just closed the lid when a faint scent of an alpha approaching, had made you freeze.

You stood rigid and slowly glanced over your shoulder like a deer caught in headlights when the door had opened again, bright and brilliant baby blues focused on you. You were quick to turn and face him, your eyebrows furrowed as he had stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, a small bag in his left hand.

“What do you want?” You hissed, fixating your anger toward the brunette alpha as he glanced around the room. His scent, albeit soothing, was equally as frustrating and irritating. “How did you even find this place?”

“The scent blockers are a nice touch,” he had shrugged and rolled his shoulders back, the tension in his neck and chest temporarily distracting you. “Though you’re not as nearly as elusive as you try to be.”

“Noted. Now go away.” You huffed and staked toward one of the oversized chairs with your blanket in hand, sinking to the cushion.

“You forget what he does? You’re not the only one who knows the ins and outs of this estate. It’s his job-“

“Nick Fowler can fuck off too.” You bit at him, your eyes narrowing in his direction as the comment rolled off him like water off a duck’s back. “What do you want, Barnes?”

“Despite what you want, Curtis and I are part of your guard. Where you go, we go.” Bucky had approached one of the other chairs and had sat down, just as you had. “Only Curtis knows that if he comes near you, you’ll stab him.”

“Bold of you to think I wouldn’t stab you too.” Your jaw ticked as you unfolded the blanket and draped it around yourself. “I’m not partial to just stabbing that asshole.”

Bucky had only glanced at you as you settled yourself, his iridescent blue eyes centred on you while you had opened the book in your lap and started reading. It was a few moments of silence, of him watching you with intensity while you had kept your attention on the words on the page in front of you. Though it may have appeared that you were working on reading the book, that you had been focused on the words written on the page and colloquial meaning explored via the text, your mind had not agreed with what your body was trying to do.

There was a clear divide as you reread the same sentence, again and again, not truly taking in the message of the story as it was unfolding. Instead, you were puzzled by the arrival and silence of Bucky Barnes to your little safe place. He had arrived and annoyed you with his mere presence and that irritatingly addictive scent, yet he had said very little in the grand scheme of this situation.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” You huffed and snapped the book shut, tossing it onto the floor. “Or are you going to stare at me?”

You had folded your arms over your chest and stared at him with just as much invigoration as him, your gazes piercing each other’s while silence had reigned between you. There was no sound, no motion of anything to be said as you stared at him and he had stared at you.

“You come here into my little safe space and then stare at me. What is your problem?” You had broken the silence, you had attempted to get him to retaliate in some way.

Instead, he remained in his silence and you had an opportunity to study him. His hair had been cut short since you had seen him in your father’s office, and the new cut had given him a much harder and intimidating spect. His blue eyes were crinkled slightly at the corners and his eyebrows has barely started to furrow, but it was his lips that you had been fixated on. It was the touch of light pink below the cupid’s brow that seemed a stark contrast with the intimidating persona he heralded. The softness of his lips, both top and bottom, even from where you had been sitting, was free from any cracks from any sign of abuse or dry skin.

“I swear to God-“ You growled under your breath, frustrated from his silence.

“I know you don’t want this, you didn’t expect any of this,” Bucky had finally spoken after he had angled his body toward you, his hands resting on his knees.

“I didn’t and I don’t.” You had bit back, your frustration at all of them, at your father and Curtis, at Ari for lying to you and hiding things from you, had grown exponentially. “I was completely blindsided.”

“I think you’re a perfect choice.” Bucky’s admission had taken you by surprise, and you had physically recoiled.

“What?” You spoke with shock. “Why?”

“So many men, so many families think alpha is the best choice for this. Alphas are aggressive, they act without thinking. Alphas are intimidating and headstrong, and driven by the need for power.”

“How does his equate to making an omega a good mob boss?” You were more than just a little interested and your curiosity had grown.

“Omegas are often overlooked and underappreciated. Omegas are often passed over and unsuspecting, cast off as sensitive creatures.”

“Yeah, you’re selling the idea of a stabbing.” You scoffed.

“Omegas are also brilliant and capable, they can think without letting their tempers and the drive for control get the best of them. An alpha could butt heads with another alpha and take it personally, wanna square up for a territory battle. An omega could square up against an alpha, become intimidated sure, but the omega knows so many ways to undercut the alpha and no one would be wiser.”

“No one’s gonna listen to an omega like me.” You countered, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“No? You don’t think so?” Bucky had prosed. “You had completely smacked the shit out of Curtis and reduced him to a shell of himself, even temporarily. You had shoved a beta out of your way to get what you want and you didn’t think twice.”

“Curtis is…Curtis and the beta-“

“You are stronger than you think. You’re braver than you feel, smarter than you know. You, with the right alphas to back you, could be the strongest leader this empire has ever had. I mean it.” With that, Bucky had stood and departed from the chair, from your little area and moved back toward the secret door, propping it open. “You could be unstoppable, Y/N. Give yourself the opportunity to at least try.”

[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Part 3

The steady click of heels against tile floors as you were being led to your father’s office came with a rising surge of annoyance and irritation when you watched the beta in front of you sashay her hips and flip her board-straight hair over her shoulder. Her clean, crisp French manicure nails had been on display since she had come to retrieve you; the simple job of escorting you to your father’s office had been akin to a runway fashion show.

She was young and pretty, lithe and statuesque, and it was no wonder why she had gotten the job or hung around the estate. Her eyes were on one of the many alphas who had lingered in the halls at one point or another. However, you were also under the impression that she was not above going after married and mated men.

“Your father is waiting for you,” she stopped before the door and turned to face you, her pastel pink lips stretched in a smirk while her eyes framed in dark liner and lashes had flashed with amusement.

“Such a cute little omega,” she wasn’t much older than you, and yet she thought or knew that as a beta, her designation was still above yours, “wonder who your daddy’s going to get to lead the-“

“Don’t,” you cut her off with a warning, your irritation reaching a new high as you scowled at her and the condescension she was carelessly tossing you, “you ever talk about my father that way.”

It may have been harmless, the way she flaunted the word ‘daddy’ around like it was a toss-away comment, but this beta was irritatingly and irrevocably without morals when it came to married and mated men.

And while your father would never, had never, betrayed your mom’s trust, you didn’t like this woman hanging around while speaking of your father in that manner. This beta was eager to sleep her way to a high degree of sophistication and class.

“So sensitive.” She pouted and crooned mockingly and reached out to pinch your cheek. You had curled your lips and smacked her hand away, opening your mouth to retort your aggravation. However, she had no longer been paying attention to you.

Her eyes moved past you toward the alpha who had approached, her eyes lighting up and her lips stretching in a flirtatious manner. She had quickly fixed the cut of her shirt, popping another button as her scent hitched with excitement. “Ari! What’re you doing here?”

You had turned your head to the left and glanced upon the alpha behind you, his towering and imposing frame set closer to you than expected. He was not donning one of the suits you’d seen him in before, but rather a plain blue shirt with a small nick near the collar and a checkered flannel. His long legs were accentuated with a checkered flannel that drew attention to the girth of his biceps and the broadness of his shoulders.

His hair was brushing against the collar of his neck, perhaps even his shoulders, if his hair wasn’t so soft and full. His thick long lashes beautifully framed his blue eyes, and the fullness of his bottom lip had just drawn more elegance to this bulking, massive alpha.

His jaw was strong yet hidden beneath a thick and full beard that could have given him the appearance of a wanderer or drifter if he wasn’t so put together. It was a look well suited to the alpha standing behind you, and it was no wonder why Ari Levinson so enthralled this beta. Ari Levinson was the kind of alpha that had easily stolen hearts and affections without having to lift a finger or even speak. Alphas, betas and omegas seemed to flock to him; they seemed to be drawn to this massive mountain of an alpha.

“I mean…is there someone you’re here to see?” She batted her and spun her overly processed hair around her perfectly manicured fingers, the strands getting caught under the nail as she giggled vexingly.

The sound that had been trapped in your throat was on the cusp of becoming more distinguishable as she continued this display of peacocking in front of you and Ari. You couldn’t have rolled your eyes hard enough when she cocked her hip and drew herself closer to you and him, partially pushing you away from his side. You looked between Ari and this woman who was meant to lead you to the meeting and yet had systematically placed herself between the door, Ari and yourself.

“Are you going to move?” Your defensiveness was skyrocketing and you felt a visceral and primordial reaction to bare your teeth and strike the further she continued this irritating charade in front of you. Without receiving an answer, the turmoil that was coiling in your belly and the poignant growl bubbling in your throat were driving you toward a point of a physical reaction. You were getting more irritated and agitated by every moment that she stood there, looking over you as if you were dust in the wind.

“Put the claws away, kitten,” Ari whispered in your ear, ignoring the beta and slipped his hands along the sides of your waist, then down to your hips.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” the beta continued as you shrugged Ari’s hands off of you and scoffed at the apparent disconnect between the beta flirting and Ari’s disinterest.

“You’re gonna see even less of him if you don’t get out of my way,” the thinly stretched patience in out had broken with a visceral snap ringing out as a warm drum, and the resulting motion of you physically pushing her to the side was the limit you had reached.

“Excuse me!” She had gaped at you after she recovered from her stumble, her eyes wide and her jaw slack as you further disregarded her and opened the door leading to the office. “You cannot-!”

The door had been slammed in her face though it was not you that had completed the task. Still, you had almost wished it was you that had managed to. Nevertheless, Ari had reacted to your annoyance and your subtle shift in scent as you drew yourself into the office, and it was him who had slammed the door.

“My darling,” your father had smiled widely at you, eager to see you as you walked through the office toward the desk that was sitting in front of three large sections of pristine glass framed by sleek silver metal, “how was Aspen?”

“Aspen was…” You took pause and let your shoulders rise and fall with a deep yet exasperated breath, and then you had approached one of the armchairs in front of the desk and sank to the cushioned seat before you pulled your legs up and rested your toes against the other side. “…fine. I don’t wanna talk about Aspen, dad.”

“I know,” he had spoken sympathetically and endearingly as he looked you over once, then turned his attention to Ari, “I heard about Curtis.”

“Dad,” you sighed and rubbed your hand against your cheek, exhausted from the manic events that had happened so quickly and in such a short manner of time, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“We do need to talk about something. It’s been on my mind for a while.” Your dad had drawn your attention away from the seams of the armchair back to himself, and you had gotten the gut sense that what he was going to approach you about, what this conversation would entail would be your future.

“You’re retiring.” You stated the fact as if you had already known what he was going to say. “And you’ve chosen someone to take over, and I am a pawn.”

“You think I would use my daughter as a pawn?” Your dad raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, the clear and embellished wedding ring on his finger catching the light as he gently tilted the chair from left to right, the motion synonymous with your tapping your foot against the cushion, anxious about what he was going to say.

“Isn’t this how it’s going to work? You have someone to take over and I become the consolation prize?” You had scathingly bit the comment derivative and yet it wasn’t your father that had spoken first, but Ari.

“You are no one’s consolation prize, honey.” His voice was thick and hoarse; his eyes trained on you as he entered a state of deep thought.

“Then why am I here? If you’re retiring and I’m not going to be married off like this is 18th century Vienna, then why am I here?” Your fingers had grasped at the end of your shirt, and you had to contend with the sick churn of your stomach as acid began to crawl up your throat; the anxiety of what life-altering change could have afflicted you was unnerving.

“Is it Ari? Is Ari taking over? Is that..?”

“Y/N, I am stepping back and I am retiring, but I am not handing it over to Ari. I can’t. This…what’s been built…it has to be passed down through bloodlines, darling.” Your father had spoken with gentility and calmness that prevailed the urgency and sense of panic that was befalling you as the information was being processed.

“I don’t…I don’t understand. I can’t...I can’t take this over. I’m an omega—I’m not an alpha. I can’t do this. Please give it to Ari! Give it to someone else! I can’t do this!” You had slowly unfurled yourself on the armchair and stood, your chest rising and falling with each panicked breath. There was no conceivable way that someone like you that had absolutely no hand in the ‘family business’ could have taken this job could have taken control of the empire your father ran.

“I can’t, princess.” Ari had also stood from the armchair he was sitting on and had begun to approach you slowly, reaching for your hands even if you had rebuffed him. “I can’t, this is your legacy, and it cannot be run by anyone that is blood-related-“

“I don’t want it! Dad-!” You faced your father full of fear, unable to comprehend why it was you, even after every explanation. “I can’t! I’m an omega, no one is going to listen to an omega, and I’ll be completely alone-“

“You won’t be alone. Your mother and I have carefully chosen six alphas who will help you-“

“I thought you said I wasn’t a consolation prize and then you say I have six alphas-“ You cut your father off and had been cut off yourself by Ari.

He had stopped in front of you and reached for your hands, cupping them gently as his thumbs stroked your knuckles, the ease that was radiating from him, and the gentle pulse of his scent was meant to get you to a calmer state. It was an attempt to bring you back from the high you were reaching and the urgency afflicting you.

“You are not a consolation prize, and you are not being given away.” Ari’s voice was thick and hoarse, the huskiness sending a shiver down your spine, and it had been a temporary comfort until the doors had opened and four out of five alphas had slowly entered the room.

“There are six alphas to help you, six mates-“ Your father had explained slowly and it was a glance, a temporary look at them to confirm that you knew four and could guess the fifth. “-to help you come to terms with what you’re given. They’re gonna help you moving forward.”

“How long do I have before you drop me off the side of a cliff?” You recoiled from Ari the moment you had seen the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

“On your 25th birthday-“

“Two months?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you mumbled the answer he had given, the gears in your head turning rapidly and chaotically. “You’re giving me two months to get my shit together? Two months?!”

“Y/N, I know it’s not ideal-“

“You’re damn right its not ideal! I have two months to…to-“ You shut your mouth with a snap, your mind and body coming to an agreement, a place of resolution as you been spurned by the notion that in two months you would be expected to take over.

“Y/N-“ Ari had reached for you again, his fingers brushing against your wrist as he tried to stop you from moving, however you had sidestepped him and cursed him under your breath.

“Thanks for the heads up. Really appreciated it.” You spat, with as much intensity and anger as you could muster before you turned away and stalked toward the office door, a relay of varying and intensifying emotions battling for control.

“Y/N, you’re not allowed to leave-“

“What else is new?” You addressed your father with spite. “I’m going to be confined to this fate. I know.”

That hadn’t stopped you from ripping open the door and slamming it behind you, leaving your father and the five alphas alone.

Ari, Andy Bucky, Nick and Jefferson be damned.

Curtis, be damned more than the rest.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Alpha!silverfox!Steve Rogers

Asylum!Steve Rogers and nurse!Reader

Brave New World

Breathe You In

Curtis & Mousey

Jake Jensen & Pretty Girl

Jake Jensen & Princess

Lloyd & Pumpkin

Lycan!Steve Rogers & barista!Reader

Photo ask game drabbles

Silverfox!professor!Ari Levinson & his librarian

Silverfox!Bucky & Sweet Girl

Silverfox!Johnny Storm & Little flame

Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & Bambi

Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea

Wildest Dreams

Six sentence smut — thick thighs, Stucky x reader

Johnny & Jake & plus-sized reader

Sugar & Spice welcome home Wednesday

Thick thighs save lives take out Tuesday

Mob!Andy & mob!Lloyd

Three reasons why…YAY Steve

Three reasons why…BB&B

Jefferson gets angry and runs off his cat familiar

Colin Shea hockey

Werewolf!Ari sleepy Sunday

Monster match-up orc!Curtis Everett

White werewolf!Bucky Barnes

Lycan!skinny!Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee university soulmate

Bucky and his ex wife (Bucky is an asshole)

Bucky loses Reader (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)

Steve x reader x Natasha (bisexual!reader)

Fae!Stucky find cat!shifter!Reader

Silverfox!Ransom Drysdale meets reader’s child

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

BT Ransom takes his omegas shopping

Chubby!Bucky takes care of Becca while reader’s gone

Demon!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Death!Bucky Barnes x life!Reader

Demon!Curtis confronts readers ex

Pipsqueak makes a good tray for Nick and the team

Fae!Jefferson and his reader go to a festival

Construction!alpha!Curtis Everett

Nick introduces pipsqueak to his teammates

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

Kitty!Reader is saved and housed by fae!Curtis, her defender when Jefferson comes to collect her

Ceo!Ari meets plus-sized!Reader at her bakery

Alpha!biker!Steve and alpha!biker!Ari meet pregnant!omega!Reader

Chris Evans (rpf) x pregnant!one night stand!Reader

Demon!Curtis teases reader

Here’s Your Perfect (drabble)

Ari is in a rut, Ice Princess has to help him out

Werewolf!Curtis Everett meets his luna!Reader at his work

Soft!dark!Steve Rogers and his wife

Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers and his wife

Jake Seresin gets protective

Silverfox!biker!Steve meets Ladybug

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis meets his bride at the airport

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time

Bucky meets Steve’s assistant (HFY)

Cop!Andy Barber x arrested!Reader — how they meet

A/b/o angst

Silverfox!lawyer!Andy Barber

Silverfox!mob!Steve Rogers

Werepanther!Andy Barber gets set up with human!Reader

Merman!Curtis Everett x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Ladybug

Werewolf!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Fae!Ransom Drysdale x human!Reader

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis gives reader a sad goodbye