#alpha!peter

[midnightwinterhawk]

And before I posted this, I checked about 10 a/b/o fics and so far every alpha Derek tag leads to Pack Alpha, not Omegaverse. It looks like the omega Stiles lead to the right place though. (Eta: the Alpha Peter Hale tag looks to be in the same boat as Derek)

Wonder how they plan to work out those bugs.

[midnightwinterhawk]

Because he likes Stiles, but Stiles is most likely to come up with a murder plot that will actually work, so he’s not to be trifled with.

Love it when Peter has a healthy dose of respect for Stiles' abilities.

@like-lazarus kindly tagged me in a “Messy Draft Monday” and even though I’ve been too stressed to be actively working on anything right now, I wanted to share something. So have a little bit of one of the random steter stories floating around in my brain:

Peter finishes loading the last bag into his car and leans against the trunk for a minute. Overall, he feels satisfied. His revenge is complete, plus he’s an alpha, which is a nice little perk.

It’s a little galling to have to leave the Hale territory instead of ruling it, but if he stays here his nephew and that merry little band of budding psychopaths will kill him eventually. He’s lucky, but he’s not that lucky.

The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps catches his ear first, then a quick heartbeat. He knows that heartbeat. He memorized that heartbeat one night that seems so long ago, but really wasn’t that long ago at all.

He turns around.

“Stiles,” he says, low, dangerous. Because he likes Stiles, but Stiles is most likely to come up with a murder plot that will actually work, so he’s not to be trifled with.

The boy pulls up short, staying well back from Peter. He’s breathing hard, and those pretty pink lips are parted, his cheeks flushed. He really is very lovely, Peter thinks.

Stiles has a large duffle bag weighing down one shoulder, his grip on it white-knuckled. “Take me with you,” he says.

Peter blinks. He thought he was beyond being surprised.

“You want me, right?” Stiles goes on. “You wanted to turn me. I can’t let you bite me, but I can be pack. Just take me with you. Let me stay with you and I’ll be pack. I’ll cook too, and clean.”

“Can’t let me bite you?” Peter asks. It’s not the only question he has, but it’s the one that sticks out the most in what Stiles has just laid on him.

“I don’t think so. Maybe? But right now it’s a no.” He bites his lip, taps his fingers on his leg. “Yeah. Definitely a no right now. Maybe forever. But humans can be pack, right?”

Peter doesn’t know why he’s even still standing here. Of course he’s not going to take Stiles with him. “You don’t even know where I’m going,” he says instead of what he should be saying, which is obviously no. It’s definitely not happening.

“I don’t fucking care,” Stiles says, and he sounds suddenly weary. “As long as it’s not here, I’m cool.”

Peter tilts his head. Stiles is such a mix of scents it’s always been hard to get a read on him, but Peter has noticed the anguish that radiates off the boy in waves. It’s a layer that runs under everything else— a steady, overwhelming sadness. “And what would your father have to say about that?” He still doesn’t know why he’s even engaging in it, why he’s giving the boy any hope.

Stiles snorts. “I left him a note that he’ll find whenever he finally realizes I’m gone. He won’t come after me.” He looks down and to the side, his hand clenching into a fist.

“Listen,” Stiles says, and he raises those big brown eyes to look right at Peter, “I can’t stay here anymore. Please. Just please, take me with you. I know I can’t promise not to be any trouble, you’d never believe that, but I can be useful. I can be good for you. I can be pack.”

He’s desperate, and that shouldn’t matter. If it were anyone else it wouldn’t matter, but this is Stiles. Stiles is unusual. He’s interesting. Now that he’s had his revenge, Peter is at a bit of a loose end. Not without plans, never without plans, but the future already looks a little boring. Stiles is many things, but boring isn’t one of them.

Plus, Stiles is the Sheriff’s son, and absconding with the son of the sheriff sounds like a delightfully mischievous, if misguided, end to his run in Beacon Hills. “Alright, you can come along.”

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Peter's Vows

When Derek is born, there is an earthquake. Beacon Hills is many things, but it is not a place of earthquakes. This is an anomaly, this sudden shaking of the land, and Peter watches Talia go through the pain of birthing a cub, and he makes note of how her cries resonate with the moving earth. As the baby is brought to the world of the living, the earth shakes more; giddy, Peter thinks of the land. Giddy at this baby's birth. That's what it is.

The town reels with the destruction, however minimal it seems to be. It is the strangeness of the earthquake that has the people in a panic, and it takes two days of Mayor Yukimura calling for council meetings and community barbecues that they begin to somehwat calm down.

The baby is named Derek on the first day itself, born underneath the Nemeton, his pale blue eyes reflecting the moonlight in silver hues. Talia sobs with relief, Nathan beside her, stroking her hair. Laura is back at the pack house, safely tucked in the bed, the rest of the pack members keeping watch. Talia had wanted to bring her with them, fearing the worst of the anomaly, but their mom had convinced her to not do it. The birth of the Alpha's cub is a big deal, but it is also private: only the Mate, Emissary and Left Hand are allowed to be present, for comfort, safety, and protection, respectively.

It has been tradition since ages, and Talia is the last person to break it.

Derek is a calm baby. Sleeps through the night, doesn't cry for attention. Only does it for feeding, his survival instinct as strong as his lungs. Peter adores him, even if he may never admit it to anyone.

He is also curious about the boy. Why an earthquake? It cannot be a coincidence. Truly, he wonders how some people can be so dumb. Calling it a coincidence is insulting to the Powers That Be, which must have called upon such a natural reaction of the land for a reason. Derek is a special boy, and Peter vows to find out how.

Besides his incredibly compassionate heart, that is.

It is in his eyes, which have slowly turned into a kaleidoscope of colors, the kindness of him. Derek's trust is not so easily earned, but once it is, it is extremely difficult to dislodge it.

Derek is a boy destined to become a kind man, one that will be an Alpha with mercy in his heart but cunning in his mind. Peter sees the makings of it right from the beginning, the way the boy will procure solutions to his own problems as well as those he deems important to him. Laura is the first born and thus has the claim to being the next Hale Alpha, however Peter knows, somehow, perhaps instinctually, that Derek will be the Alpha.

Another piece of the puzzle falls in place when their emissary falls pregnant. She's an amazing woman, Claudia. Peter likes her wit and humor, and he enjoys the perspective of her husband, the deputy, and if luck is on his side, soon-to-be Sheriff of Beacon Hills. Peter is happy for the couple.

He is, also, astonished to see an almost five-year-old Derek climb onto Claudia's lap one morning, his small fists rubbing against his eyes, and his nose scrunching determinedly to find a scent.

Peter remembers the conversation well.

"Derek, honey? What are you trying to find?"

"Mine," is what Derek growls in reply to Claudia, and shoves his nose against her barely-showing belly.

Peter's laughing figure is shot out of the end of the couch and onto the floor by Claudia's impeccable throw of one of the decorative pillows from said couch.

Thereafter, it was peculiar but not unseemly to find Derek following beside Claudia, his whole little being focused on the life forming inside her. And when the night came, Peter wasn't at all surprised to witness the thunderstorm.

Claudia had plans of giving birth in the hospital, but due to miscalculated steps, or simply because of reasons not privy to them, the best possible option left for her seemed to be below the Nemeton.

John had lost his damn mind at the prospect. "It's raining! Heavily!"

"Talia gave birth in an earthquake," Claudia says through gritted teeth, "And the baby doesn't care, nor do I, John. It is—"

Her words are cut off by another scream, and she is right, of course. It is time.

Talia, John, and Peter are the only ones who should go with her, but Derek, the little sneaky wolf that he seems to have become, follows them. It isn't until halfway through that John, the human, realizes his presence first.

They move forward with the determined little boy, who is all sopping wet in his wolf onesie, and really, this is no laughing matter. Except it is.

Claudia is brought below the Nemeton, and the tree, big and branching and beautiful, hums in their presence. The canopy of it sheds them some, but not completely.

And so, under hard rain and sharp thunderstorms, Mieczysław Stilinski is born, his little body almost white under the moonlight, and his eyes, when they open, a shock of topaz, like a glinting jewel; a fallen angel, Peter thinks.

Derek carefully wraps the baby in the blanket Talia removes from the packed bag, her movements locked onto her son's and the baby's, while John tends to his wife.

Peter watches. He notes the way the baby is calmest in Derek's arms, the way Derek is mesmerized.

This is more than just being True Mates.

True Mates itself are the rarest of occurrences, but something tells him this is more than that. The earthquake, and this sudden rain, in April of all things, simply cannot be coincidence. There must be a reason, one that Peter must uncover.

In the coming years, he dedicates his time to the quest, and finds that, oh, this is something unique indeed.

Unique to the point of legend.

Of course, he gathers facts before telling anyone. Derek's control goes onto the list, as does his ability to switch between his shift as easy as breathing. Having such control at the age of seven is almost impossible, but he has it without the growing ego that would have inflated anyone else's with the amount of praise he gets.

Stiles, as Derek had nicknamed Mieczysław almost immediately post his arrival in the world, is no human. His mother's line has some pretty strong magical abilities, but the kind of power that this boy exudes surpasses imagination. Nobody notices at first, not even Peter, until Stiles is a couple of months past his third birthday. It truly isn't until Derek, almost nine, comes down from his room one day into the kitchen, says, "Which packet, Stiles?" that they realize it.

"Honey, he isn't a wolf. He cannot hear you," Nathan tells him, but Derek just shrugs.

"He is for today."

Peter hears the, "Blue one! Blue one! Blue is sooo pretty, Derek!" from Stiles, who is definitely sitting in Derek's room, upstairs.

Derek grabs the blue packet and goes upstairs, and Peter follows, followed by Talia and Nathan, who beckon Claudia as well.

Stiles sitting on the floor, a myriad of toys around him, while the packets of chips sit beside him, torn open, evidently by Derek's claws, who himself is playing with Stiles.

And they're both being fed flying chips.

The three wolves turn to Claudia as one. Her shaking head and awed face is enough to clue them in, and really, Peter thinks, this is fucking incredible.

Powers don't manifest as early as this in magic wielders. They're more of the puberty package, tied to emotions at the beginning rather than will.

This is... defying it.

Peter loves to see when the next piece of the puzzle will fall.

And it does oh so enticingly.

Years later, when Derek is fourteen and Stiles is almost nine, comes the first trial. The Alpha Summit & The Argent Treaty.

Peter doesn't believe Gerard's words to do no harm, so he sets up precautions in place. It pays off, because during the summit, he almost ends up blinding Deaucalion — something that could have turned super bad if left unchecked.

Gerard's attack is met with swift retaliation, but somehow, only his goons end up dead. Gerard himself remains free, and through sheer will, maybe, the old man manages to kidnap Laura.

By the time the adults sniff out their cub, they're too late.

Not in the sense of Laura being hurt, but in the terms of missing the action, somewhat.

When they enter the warehouse, they are faced with Gerard being held down by a black wolf, fangs around his neck, the eyes of the creature a deep, ruby red. Deeper than Talia's. At first, they all assume it to be one of the visiting Alphas, but then they realize Stiles' presence, too, and it clicks.

Stiles frees Laura from the painful looking electric rod, and comes back to Derek, coaxes him back to his human form as Peter and Nathan take care of the psychopath.

Laura lets Talia mother her, and then says, "We'll have two Alphas."

Talia looks at the now human Derek, and eyes shining with pride, she nods. "Come here, both of you," she beckons, and the boys run, Stiles' chattering a comforting sound for all of them.

A few weeks later, Derek admits to everyone he has a new friend, and talks about her often. Paige this, Paige that. Laura teases him, restrained in her words, trying not to upset Derek's control. Even Cora pulls back. Stiles, though, is almost worse.

He riles Derek to the point of him using his Alpha voice to shut up, and the whole Pack silences itself, even Talia. Stiles, though — an exception to all things sane — doesn't back down. The voice doesn't work on him, and Derek isn't phased by it. However, the smell of guilt filters through their home, and Stiles' sigh is followed by comforting words. There is no apologizing though.

Soon, they'll learn from Derek himself that he hates that everyone is walking on eggshells. That is why he kept bringing up Paige, so that someone would tease him, uncle Peter, Laura, Cora. Or that Stiles would rile him up.

"Why would he, though? He should be happy for you. I am." Cora's words are met with a laugh from Derek, and a groan of embarrassement from Stiles.

"He's weirdly possessive — don't push me, you know you are."

"Alright," Stiles sighs, "I am."

"And Paige is a great friend, but I don't nearly think about her as much as I might have let you all believe."

And that is when Peter sees it. The blink-and-you-will-miss-it purple flash of Stiles' eyes. Peter doesn't put thought into why now; he simply focuses on completing the puzzle.

And he does. True Alpha and Purple Eyes? That's easy.

That's legend.

Set in stone as the first Alpha and the first Emissary as well as Spark, who, arguably, also set in stone the sword of Excalibur.

That part of the legend has questionable sources, though. Sure, Merlin Emrys is, as per theories, the most powerful sorcerer of all time, and Arthur Pendragon the greatest ruler, the once and future king, but it doesn't have as much merit.

What Peter is sure about is that somehow, the Powers That Be decided that this is the pack to send these two to.

He watches Stiles argue about the best type of pasta with Derek, and thinks, suddenly, that perhaps this is their happy ending. What legends end happy? None. So this must be their time to be happy.

Peter vows another quest, then. To always protect Derek and Stiles.

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Alpha Peter has just become so important to me, honestly. I want him to get that second chance, to build a proper pack. And to get his clever boy.

He always wanted Stiles in his own pack. Stiles was the only one he offered the bite to, the only one he consciously, deliberately chose for his own pack. And this would just make him want Stiles more.

Peter becoming an Alpha again through whatever means and doing everything that this time, Stiles will be his. That Stiles will choose him the way he had chosen Stiles.

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Thank you for reading and sharing 😙

Alpha Peter becomes unexpectedly protective of omega Tony and Tony doesn't know why at first until peter told him. Tony is pregnant

Alpha, Omega and ?

AN: Hi nonnie - this took a little bit of a turn from what I originally imagined and your initial ask, but I hope you still like it.

I’ve never written A/B/O before, although I’ve read a lot. Whilst there are no explicit details in this, I am basing my Omegaverse anatomies on this guide by the wonderful @jro616, where male omegas and female alphas are either intersex people who have chosen their external presentation to match how they feel as a person, not their genitalia, or trans people who have decided (for whatever reason) not to have bottom surgery. You can read Tony in this fic either way.

In this story, when they meet, Peter is early to mid 20’s and Tony is approaching 40. Both of them are normal (omegaverse) humans.

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans, divider by @firefly-graphics, moodboard by me.

WC: 3k, cos short fics aren’t my forte.

CW: A/B/O dynamics, age gap, mentions of bigotry and slut shaming, heats, ruts, claiming and consent, mild sexual content, mentions of masturbation, discussions of fertility, getting together, established relationship, fluff.

Peter was tired. Absolutely bone-weary. He sank down into the worn, cushioned seat in the cab, as it whisked him away from the airport and towards home. He’d been away for two long weeks and was ready to be back where he belonged, in the penthouse, with his sweet omega.

Many things had surprised him when he’d begun his internship at Stark industries all those years ago. Firstly, how Tony actually got himself involved at the ground level in all things, even if it was just a meeting with him to explain the background of a team's new development project. Peter had not been expecting that.

He’d also not been expecting to take one sniff of Tony’s omega scent and have his hind brain start shouting “Mine mine mine”. As inappropriate workplace crushes go, Peter knew this was a doozy.

The whole world knew that Tony was an omega, with more than one old-fashioned and bigoted person questioning, publically, whether he should remain in charge of the famous tech firm he’d inherited from his father. But he’d proved all the nay-sayers wrong, taking the company from strength to strength, despite his secondary gender and his personal life.

Tony was known to play the field, not something considered a virtue in an omega, but he’d got away with it by mainly dating, or appearing at functions with, other omegas and some betas, both male and female. On the rare occasion he was spotted with alpha, it was a female one; female alphas were even rarer than male omegas, and it always seemed to feel like a publicity stunt.

Peter was taken aback by his reaction to his new boss, and tried to pack his feelings, and his desire, away in a box in the back of his mind. He told himself that Tony wouldn’t be interested in an alpha like him, especially one so many years his junior, and an employee to boot. He would be a model employee, a model alpha, and not let his primal nature affect his work. However, all his good intentions were scuppered by a couple of things.

To start with, Peter was clever, exceedingly so. It shouldn’t have come to Tony’s surprise, given the fact that he’d signed off on the internship, but nevertheless, his eyebrows had almost shot up into his hairline the first time Peter had stuck his hand up in one of the meetings and calmly told Tony that he’d made a mistake in one of his own calculations. Peter could still remember the way Tony had gaped like a fish, had started to politely reprimand him, before turning back to his presentation, cocking his head and then nodding.

“Well done, Parker, is it? I don’t know how I missed that.”

He had the boss’ notice now, and from that point on was picked for more and more important projects, until he was working alongside Tony everyday. It was this that led to the total failure of his plan to keep his attraction for the older omega under wraps.

Tony had arrived late, which considering he lived in the building, up in the top floor penthouse, was quite the feat. Peter was already working away, on his second cup of coffee and considering contacting Pepper, the CEO, when the door opened and all of his alpha senses went haywire.

He was obviously familiar with Tony’s scent, having reacted so strongly at that first encounter with it; oranges, whisky and motor oil, and he’d only got more attuned to it over the past few months. How the orange note turned sour when Tony was stressed, how the oily smell intensified when he was excited and deep in his work, and how the whisky became smokey when he was sad. Peter had never commented on his observations, though. They were work colleagues, albeit close ones, and it wasn’t socially acceptable to comment on the change in someone’s scent who wasn’t at least a close friend, if not a family member. If Tony wanted to speak about anything that was bothering him he would, and actually often did. Peter was glad of their strong rapport.

That day was different. All of Tony’s smells were stronger, from the moment he walked through the door, overlaid with the scent of brown sugar. Peter’s nostrils flared and he had to tamp down a growl, fingers curling into the worktop and turning white.

Mate. Mate the omega. Make pups.

Tony walked over, not looking his usual put-together self. His t-shirt was rumpled, and his hair not tamed to within an inch of its life. He took hold of Peter’s half mug of coffee and knocked it back in one go.

“Sorry ‘m late Petey, slept like shit.”

Peter didn’t trust himself to talk, just bit down on his lip and nodded, curtly, taking his now empty mug over to the machine in the corner of Tony’s private lab, refilling it, and making his mentor his own cup. Tony thanked him with a smile and moved to his own workstation to start his day’s work. Peter watched him, noticing the out of character sluggishness of the older man, and how he kept rubbing his calloused hand across his brow and then his lower abdomen. He knew what all those signs meant. His aunt, who’d raised him, was an omega. Their apartment had been tiny, so there was very little he didn’t know about omegas. Tony was about to go into heat, and just thinking about it, and breathing in his delicious scent only made the ache in his heart, and his loins, that much more difficult to ignore.

After about an hour of (attempted) work, and an unusual silence between them, Peter couldn’t take it anymore. Tony was head down in some calculations which were taking him longer than normal to work through.

“Mr Stark?”

“Yeah, Peter?” He answered, somewhat distractedly.

“Look, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to go home. I… um… can’t be in here with you right now.”

That got Tony’s attention. His head jerked up and he swivelled on his stool to look at Peter, face on.

“What d’ya mean? Have… have I done something to offend you?”

The scent in the air turned slightly more smokey, and Peter was shocked to realise Tony was saddened by the thought that he’d done something to upset him. The primal urge to soothe and protect a distressed omega, especially one nearing heat, rushed through Peter’s body. Without thinking his hands flew out to grasp at Tony’s forearms.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that, it’s umm…” His cheeks flushed and he dropped his hands away from Tony, as if scalded. He worried his lower lip, and realised there was no delicate way to say it.

“Well, I can smell that you’re… erm… nearing your heat, and I really need to get out of here.”

Tony’s mouth dropped open, almost mirroring the first time Peter had rendered him speechless. Peter backed away, drawing shallow breaths through his mouth, making his way towards his work station to pack up his things.

Protect. Mate. Claim.

He closed his eyes, Tony’s sweetened scent making him dizzy.

“Peter?”

His eyes snapped open again, his gaze meeting Tony’s.

“My heat isn’t due for at least a week, I’m only just in pre-heat. You shouldn’t be able to smell a change yet.”

“But I can, Mr Stark, and I’m really sorry, but I gotta go. I’ll… umm, work in one of the other labs for the rest of the week, and come back here, whilst you’re, erm… indisposed.”

He ran out of the door as fast as his too tight pants would let him, embarrassed beyond belief at this turn of events.

He didn’t see Tony for the next two weeks. He received a message from Pepper after the first week to inform him that Tony was taking some ‘personal days’, so he returned to the lab. Despite Tony’s absence, his pre-heat scent had strengthened and now clung to the room. Peter would later admit to Tony that it wasn’t his finest hour when he’d had to go and jerk off in the bathroom, and then ask JARVIS to vent the lab and refresh all the air before he could risk returning. He’d never popped a knot so fast.

When Tony returned at the end of the second week, it was with a spring in his step and Peter had hoped that everything would return to normal. However, that idea was shot down when Tony insisted on taking him out to lunch. Peter had anticipated a local coffee shop or maybe a deli, but no, Tony had taken him across Manhattan, in his limo, to a small Italian restaurant, where he appeared to have his own private table in a secluded corner. The sour note to his scent gave away the fact that Tony was worried about something.

“Peter, I wanted to talk to you… about the other week.”

Peter put on his broadest, albeit fake, smile, eager to assure Tony that there wasn’t anything wrong.

“No need, Mr Stark, just, umm… if you let me know next time you’re nearing… you know… I can just go work elsewhere. It’s fine, really. Must happen all the time when alphas and omegas work closely together."

Tony reached out across the table, his hand covering Peter’s.

“Peter, we need to address something. The fact that you could detect that change, so early, points to one thing; that you and I are very compatible. No, not very, extremely. And I’m not gonna lie, I’m attracted to you. Like, a lot.” Tony smirked a bit, before he stared off into the distance, a dreamy, soft look in his face. “The favourite part of my day is when you walk in, all spring rain, sunshine and cinnamon. I really like how when you’re happy, or excited, your scent warms the room. And when that cinnamon gets spicy hot I know you’re frustrated and all I want to do is hug you and purr until it calms down. And I dread the days you smell soaking wet, because I know something’s eating away at you, just like it is now.”

Peter looked down at Tony's hand, the calloused fingers shifting to twine together with his own smoother ones.

“Peter, will you go out with me? Will you give us both the chance to see what we could be together?”

It was Peter’s turn to be shocked. Had they both been pining this entire time? He looked back up, this time with a genuine smile on his face, and a hopeful flutter in his heart.

“I’d really like that, Tony.”

By the time Tony’s next heat had rolled around, three months later, they were at the stage where Tony was comfortable asking Peter to help him through it. He’d blushed so prettily when he’d made the request, not certain if Peter was ready for the responsibility that came with it. He’d have to be able to care for Tony during, and after, both emotionally and physically. He’d also have to keep a reign in his own alpha impulses; their relationship was too new for any discussion of claiming. However, despite the initial reservations that heat definitely confirmed their compatibility. Peter would never forget the moment he filled Tony for the first time, the omega crying out so beautifully, begging for more and more, harder, deeper, and taking everything the young alpha had to give.

Two heats later and Peter was finding it increasingly difficult to refrain from claiming his sweet omega, especially when Tony’s heat hormones made him extra clingy, and he’d be pleading with Peter to bite him. They loved each other, those words had come pretty quickly, but when back in his own head, without the chemical cocktail coursing through his blood, Tony was aware of how much older he was. He knew his fertility was waning and was worried he’d never be able to give Peter any pups.

“Tony, don’t be silly, baby.” Peter held his omega in his lap, the first notes of brown sugar announcing the imminent arrival of the next heat. “Me wanting to claim you is about us, you and I. You told me to give us a chance. And you were right. I wanna be with you. You. If we both want children down the line, but we need help, we can get it. There are plenty of paths to parenthood. But I want the world to know you’re mine, that Tony Stark is officially off the market.”

He nipped at Tony’s ear, making him mewl, and bury in closer to Peter’s chest.

“You bring out the feral alpha in me…’mega mine. But I won’t do it if you don’t want to. I’d never claim you in heat without us having discussed it like we are now. Not even when you beg me so nicely.

Tony continued to whine and rubbed his face over the scent gland in Peter’s neck.

“Want it. Want it so much, Alpha. Wanna be your mate and for everyone to know it. Tony Parker-Stark has a nice ring to it.”

“Alright, baby. We’ll wait for your heat, yeah? Cos it might trigger my rut, and it could be a lot for you to handle otherwise.”

Peter’s ruts were irregular, normally affecting him about twice a year. He hadn't had one since before starting to date Tony, so he knew one was due any time, and if anything was going to trigger it, it would be claiming Tony as his, finally.

It turned out Peter was right, and from then on his ruts came in synch with every other one of Tony’s heats.

That had been five years ago. After going through a lot of legal paperwork with Pepper, Peter was able to remain at Stark industries, working his way up the ranks. Now he carried out tasks Tony used to do, including tedious conferences all over the world, allowing his omega to take things easy, and spend nearly all his time tinkering, which he much preferred to schmoozing. Big parties weren’t his thing anymore.

Annoyingly, this most recent conference had had Peter flying out two days after Tony’s last heat and his own rut. The memory of Tony purring, all lax and fucked out beneath him, the pair of them locked together by his engorged knot, had kept Peter going whilst he’d been away. Tony’s heats were less regular now, although currently no less intense when they did occur. It had also gotten to the point that Peter knew before Tony himself when the omega’s body was gearing up for one.

The cab jerked to a halt, pulling Peter out of his reverie. He paid the driver, and made his way into the tower, nodding to the night security and loosening his tie as he walked over to the private elevator. It whisked him upwards at the touch of his thumb print, and Peter counted down the 30 seconds he knew it took to get from the foyer to the penthouse. His foot tapped the floor impatiently.

The doors whooshed open and Peter stepped out into his home. Immediately he knew something was different. There was a different smell in the apartment. It wasn’t Pepper’s calming, appley, beta scent, or Rhodey’s metallic alpha one. No, this scent was entirely unknown. 

He breathed in deeply, trying to separate the new, spicy vanilla chai smell from his and Tony’s so he could pinpoint it, wherever it was in the apartment, because the strength of it told Peter that the owner was still present.

“Tony?” He called through the penthouse, wondering why his omega hadn’t scented that he was home. 

Peter left his small case by the elevator doors and walked into the main living area. To Peter’s surprise it was empty; JARVIS would have let him know if Tony was in the lab.

“JARVIS, where’s Tony?”

“Mr Parker-Stark is in the bedroom, sir.”

“And who else is here?”

“No-one sir, only you and Mr Parker-Stark are currently present.”

Peter was confused, but toed off his shoes and strode across the plush carpet in search of his mate. Carefully, he pushed open the door and then came to a halt, a smile spreading across his face. Tony was curled up, asleep, on the bed, clutching Peter’s pillow tight to his chest, his face pressed into the top of it.

Peter settled down next to him, still curious about the alien smell pervading their home. He drew Tony’s sleeping form against him, his omega whining in his sleep and burying closer, seeking comfort. However, when Peter drew in another deep breath, realisation hit him. The foreign scent wasn’t his and it wasn’t Tony’s, but it was intermingled with Tony’s, emanating from him.

Tears of joy welled in his eyes, and he hiccuped, hugging Tony that little bit tighter causing his mate to stir and wake up. Tony turned, blinked up at him owlishly, and then smiled, throwing his arms around Peter’s neck, peppering him with kisses. 

“You’re back! I missed you so much. I’ve been feeling rotten since nearly the moment you left, just wanting to sleep. I thought bond sickness was just an old wives tale.” 

Peter just sniffed, a tear rolling down his cheek as he smiled back.

“What’s wrong, alpha mine? Why are you crying?”

“You don’t have bond sickness, sweetheart. Take a deep breath, tell me what you smell.”

Tony looked puzzled but sniffed. Some stirring thought seemed to pass across his face before he inhaled again, deeper and longer. Then he gasped, looking up at Peter, down at his own stomach and then back at Peter.

“I… I… I’m… We’re… oh my god!”

Peter ducked his head and kissed Tony, both of them pouring their joy and love into one another. Both of them were crying, holding onto each other as their lips met.

Tony ran his hand across his still flat abdomen, Peter covering it with his own, and he started to purr.

“I wonder what they’re going to be? An omega like me? An alpha like you? Or a beta, perhaps?”

Peter pulled Tony to lie back against him, the older man’s back to his front.

“I know exactly what our pup is gonna be, baby. Loved.”

Tag list: @mrsmischief209 @marvelstarker-mha98

[mikakuna]

i think because everyone in the family treats jason as the dumb one, he should show up at a gala and just act super bimbo. it's retaliation, okay? they all think he's below them in terms of intelligence so why shouldn't he take advantage of that?

cue jason pulling up to a wayne gala looking absolutely delectable. his curls are nice and pretty, lips looking soft and plump, cheeks naturally flushed, eyes all doe-like, lashes curled, suit literally stuck to his body and enhancing his thickness-- he looks gorgeous. the bats think, whatever, it's fine.

nope. bruce almost has a heart attack when his barely adult son walks up to a group of older men, places a gentle hand on one of their arms, and starts giggling. his barely legal son is leaning into these men, tilting his head and baring his neck just so, and putting on the most enticing smile. HIS CHILD is subtly sticking his hips out, pouting his lips, and leaning close to whisper who knows what into the ears of these leering grown men.

dick and tim do a double take when they see jason "clumsily" spill whine down the front of his suit and then begin unbuttoning his top with a ditzy, tipsy giggle of "oh no! :( would you handsome fellas mind helping me out?"

by the end of the night, jason has bruce sitting down with his head in his hands and contemplating everything.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Sterek Mafia au — Derek is handcuffed and being dragged away and into the cop car. Stiles is screaming at the cops, when Derek fights out of their hold to lean down and make out with Stiles in front of the police, in front of everyone watching the scene. Dragging his fanss over stiles lips as he’s pulled away, and licking the drop of blood.

He gets pulled off of stiles and gives him the most cockiest smirk calling him baby and telling him not to worry and that he’ll be home soon. Both Derek and Stiles know the cops got nothing on him, and even if there did Peter and Lydia (their lawyers) would get those charges dropped. Derek tells him to go back inside and get ready for him 👀.

Maybe Stiles dad is arresting him, or maybe he is a retired cop that was thought to be dirty and helped his son run the mafia empire.

Jordan definitely is one of the cops arresting Derek, and is in love with stiles. He is delusional and thinks he can “save” Stiles from Derek. (Kinda like @hedwig221b fics, Eros Mania Amor and crimson) (if you haven’t read those, definitely check them out)

Idk just something about Derek kissing stiles while his hand are handcuffed behind his back. And being all smug about it.

[in-over-my-head]

Why is Peter Hale considered a villain?

Is Peter a villain because he killed a bunch of people? Because he killed Laura? Because he's an asshole?

They never really say in the show who Peter, specifically, lost in the fire. In 'Magic Bullet' Derek said that 11 people were trapped in the house during the fire, but they never say who those people were. Did he lose a wife? a child?

All they tell us is that he was injured and in a coma for 6 years, and his remaining family (alpha) left. They also say repeatedly that a wolf can't survive without an alpha. And yet, we call him a villain for lashing out when he was injured and abandoned.

Aside from Laura, everyone he killed was involved in the fire in some way. They also never tell us his state of mind when he killed Laura or his nurse Jennifer's actual involvement in any of it.

Sure, he's an asshole, but so is Stiles. Unlike Stiles, Peter is very good at making the pack think he doesn't care about anyone but himself. While that may have been true initially, he does start to change by the end.

All this to say that we know more about Kate Argent's past than we do Peter's, which is a sad state of affairs.

So, should he be considered a villain, or are we just uncomfortable with the fact that he did what we would all want to do in his shoes?

[winterspiderpurrs]

Steve drops Tony to run after Bucky. Same ole same ole.

But while Tony recruited Spider-man to assist he didn't dig to found out who he was. Just asked him to be honest if he was atleast 18.

So he doesn't know Peter is Spiderman.

Throw in some omegaverse.

Turns out Steve and Tony were together officially or not.

While in the hospital for his injuries, he finds out he is pregnant.

He tried to reach out to Steve - no answer

So here Tony is 6 months later with his private lamaze class he needs a partner aka an Alpha.

But no worries, the instructor has the PERFECT alpha to help.

Enter Peter Parker who volunteers to be a stand in Alpha for omegas.

Tony is just flabbergasted that this college kid would be doing this. Was he genuinely this good of a person or is he a creepy alpha or villian.

Peter of course tries not to be shocked about this client being Tony Stark but with all the pages of the NDA it's not surprising now.

Motor mouth Peter who explains how yes he loves to volunteer. He was a late bloomer and was for sure thought he would be an omega and took all the classes for it. But when he turned out to be an Alpha.

He spoken of how he was in an accident and so now he shoots blanks. And this is his chance it help fill a void as most omegas don't want to be with an Alpha who can't give them kids.

Tony asking if he was in sort of lab accident as a joke.

Peter brightens up.

" Funny enough I was! But... I .. signed an NDA about it. "

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Parings → Alpha! Peter Parker x Omega! Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → For the first time you're nesting in Peter's room.

You let out a soft sigh of contentment as you finally finished arranging your nest. The mountain of blankets, pillows, and soft clothes was piled high, smelling exactly like Peter. His scent wrapped around you, filling the air with warmth and security. You nestled into the middle of the makeshift bed, hugging one of Peter’s worn shirts close to your chest.

May had been more than understanding when you knocked on the door earlier, cheeks flushed, and quietly asked if you could stay over for the afternoon.

“I’m nesting,” you had whispered, feeling shy.

Her eyes softened instantly. “Of course, sweetie. Come right in. Peter should be home after school. You know where his room is.”

You were grateful for how much she understood. After settling into Peter’s room, you had spent hours gathering every piece of soft fabric and clothing that reminded you of him. His bed was at the center of it all, now buried under the layers of warmth you’d created. You felt at ease here, knowing this was your space, your safe little corner of the world while you nested.

The door of the apartment clicked open, the familiar sound of Peter arriving home. Your heart sped up, already feeling the connection between you and him grow stronger. Your Alpha was home.

You stayed curled up in the middle of your nest, listening as Peter called out to his aunt.

“Hey, May! I’m home!”

“Peter, your Omega is your room,” May called back from the kitchen.

There was a pause, and you could practically hear the confusion in Peter’s voice when he answered. “Wait, Y/n’s here?”

“She’s nesting,” May added softly, “in your room.”

Another pause.

“Oh.”

You smiled to yourself, feeling a small wave of nervousness. You hadn’t seen Peter all day, and now that he was about to walk into his room and find you nestled in his scent, your stomach flipped with excitement.

You could hear his soft footsteps approaching up the stairs, then the door creaked open. Peter stepped into the room, and the moment his eyes landed on you, a slow smile spread across his face.

“Hey,” he said, voice soft, as though he were afraid to disturb your nest.

You sat up slightly, arms still wrapped around his hoodie. “Hi, Peter.”

He looked at the mountain of blankets and clothes around you, his eyes shining with curiosity. “Are… are those my clothes?”

You flushed but nodded. “Yeah. I hope it’s okay. I just—your scent—it’s comforting.”

Peter’s smile widened, and he stepped further into the room, letting the door close behind him. “Of course, it’s okay. I didn’t expect to find you nesting here, though. You usually like doing it at home.”

You shrugged, biting your lip. “I just wanted to be closer to you this time. I don’t know. It feels right, like… I need you more.”

Peter looked at you with an affectionate glint in his eyes, his heart clearly melting at your words. “You don’t have to explain,” he said, moving closer to the edge of your nest. “I’m just glad you feel comfortable enough to nest here. Do you want me to… I don’t know, help with anything? Or should I leave you alone?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, stay. Please.”

Peter didn’t need to be asked twice. He kicked off his shoes and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb the nest too much. You scooted over, making space for him in the middle of the blankets.

“How was school?” You asked, trying to keep the conversation light even though your heart was thudding in your chest from how close he was.

Peter chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Same as always. Missed you, though. I kept thinking about you. I didn’t expect to come home and find you like this, but it’s a nice surprise.”

His gaze lingered on the nest you had built, and you could tell he was both fascinated and touched. It wasn’t often that you let him near your nest, but something about today felt different. You wanted him close, wanted his scent to surround you even more now that he was here.

“Can I…?” Peter gestured to your side, indicating if he could join you fully in the nest.

Your heart swelled with affection. You shifted slightly, giving him room, and he slid in beside you, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist as soon as he settled in. His warmth immediately soothed your nerves, and you leaned into his chest, sighing with contentment.

“This is nice,” Peter murmured, his chin resting on top of your head.

You nodded, closing your eyes as you soaked in his presence. “I feel safe with you here.”

His hand moved to stroke your arm gently. “I’ll always keep you safe.”

For a while, the two of you just stayed like that, wrapped up in the nest you had made, neither of you speaking. Peter’s scent filled the air even more now that he was close, his Alpha instincts kicking in as he pulled you closer, his protective side taking over.

“I wish I could stay here with you forever,” Peter said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. “Forget about school, patrol, and everything else. Just… stay with you.”

You smiled against his chest, your hand resting over his heart. “We’ll have plenty of time for that. But I do like the idea of you staying here with me.”

Peter let out a soft laugh. “You’d get sick of me after a while.”

“Never,” you replied immediately, your voice firm. “You’re my Alpha.”

His grip tightened around you, and he buried his nose in your hair, breathing in your scent. “And you’re my Omega.”

The way he said it made your heart flutter, and you could feel the bond between you two strengthening. It wasn’t just the physical closeness, but the emotional connection that made moments like this so precious.

Peter nuzzled the side of your neck, his lips brushing against your scent gland, sending a wave of warmth through you. “Your scent is so sweet,” he whispered.

Your cheeks flushed. “Peter…”

“I’m serious,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “I love how you smell. It’s so calming, like home.”

You turned your head slightly to meet his gaze. His brown eyes were full of warmth and affection, and for a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. It was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Peter’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, feeling shy but determined. “I want you close. Please?”

Peter didn’t hesitate. “I’d love to.”

He shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable in your nest, pulling you closer until you were practically lying on top of him. You could feel his heartbeat under your hand, steady and reassuring.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Peter whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll stay with you for as long as you need me.”

You smiled, feeling completely at peace in his arms. “Thank you, Peter.”

“Anything for you,” he replied, his voice soft and full of love.

And as the evening drew on, you found yourself drifting off in his arms, feeling safe, protected, and loved, knowing that your Alpha was right there with you.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[nightlark100]

Alpha Pack Vs Hale Pack: Intermission

This is part of my Kevin the Demon Wolf stories but it doesn't actually feature the royal alpha of pretentiousness. It's set between part 2 (Wrath of the Capybara) and part 3 (Sassing in Silence)

Scott: Stiles, you need to let the twins go.

Stiles: Why?

Scott: Wh... you can't just keep people trapped in a toilet!

Stiles: Clearly, I can.

Scott: Stiles.

Stiles: Scott. I will let them out when they learn to be good puppies and when they apologise to Isaac. Don't worry, i'm feeding them and keeping them stimulated!

Scott: You need to get rid of the mountain ash.

Stiles: Nope. Won't.

Scott: Fine, i'll get someone else to do it.

Stiles: You can't.

Scott: Why not?

Stiles: Because the only humans who know about the ash are Alison and Lydia. And neither of them can go in there, it's the boys toilets after all.

*Scott blinks, disarmed by Stiles logic. Alison is concerned she may need to reboot her boyfriend*

Scott: look man, you can't keep antagonising the alpha pack like this. It's making life difficult for the rest of us! You should just stay out of things.

*Stiles glares*

Stiles: I will let them out when they agree to make things right. I'm not letting them think it's okay for them to traumatise Isaac because they think it's funny! And if you try to interfere, I will turn them into Chihuahuas no wait, that might actually be scarier.... I'll turn them into hamsters

*Stiles walks off. Scott watches and sighs. Alison touches his arm gently*

Alison: You know he can't actually turn them into hamsters, right?

Scott: With Stiles it's best not to assume what he can and can't do...

~~~~~~~~~~~

*Stiles is on the couch, Peter is nearby. They are watching the walking dead. Stiles is covered in blankets, he is coming down with a bad cold*

Stiles: You know, so many problems in season 2 would be solved by having just one werewolf in the group.

Peter: You're meant to be resting

Stiles: I'm serious. Think about it. Kid gets lost? Expert trackers who can find them by smell. Someone gets shot and needs to be operated on but requires really strong anaesthetic so they don't move from the pain? Werewolf pain drain. Large groups of monsters nearby? Super senses will hear them no problem!

*Stiles coughs, chest rattling*

Peter: Shush now

Stiles: freezing cold winter... werewolf snuggles...

*Peter sighs and wraps an arm around him, keeping him warm. Stiles is quiet for a bit*

Stiles: Peter? Do you think there'll ever be a zombie apocalypse?

Peter: We don't currently have one scheduled but i'll ask at the next meeting.

*Stiles snorts, falls quiet for a moment*

Stiles: Peter? Do you think I get in the way and make life difficult? Like antagonising Deucalion and locking the twins up?

Peter: Why would you think that?

Stiles: Scott...

Peter: Honestly i think that your handling of Deucalion is probably more likely to drive him off than anything we could do. And Scott is an idiot.

Stiles: thank you.

Stiles: Peter? You know a bit about magic, is there a way to turn someone into a hamster?

Peter: No.... but i know a pet shop so you can make people believe you know a way.

[marvelsgirl616]

his floofy hair 🫶🏻

[sleepybbywrites]

Happy Little Omega Farms (2) 18+

a/n: reposted chapter two as well! I am the original author, but original account was deleted :( OH also, this is a nobody dies au too so Pietro is present too :3 DISCLAIMER: Peter is 22 in this

summary: reader meets the rest of the avengers pack, including their two betas

warnings: omegaverse content, suggestive content, mentions of adult things

word count: 2.1k

MASTERLIST (wip) | HLOF MASTERLIST/INFO

Happy Little Omega Farms apparently had much less strict rules for the betas of packs when it came to visits. Natasha and Wanda took full advantage of this, leaving behind the lobby full of men as they were allowed to walk right past the meeting rooms and into the sanctuary properly. They did of course have to wear little visitor badges and they were pretty recognizable so some of the omegas kind of stared at them wide eyed, but they had one in particular they were looking for. 

“What was the room number again?” Wanda asked. Natasha showed her the little slip of paper with a ‘6’ printed on it and she nodded, looking at the bedroom numbers as they began to descend. 

You had been in your room, lounging on the bed. You weren’t the biggest ‘people’ person, especially since most of the people around you were omegas and god they could be such horny people. You’d much rather spend time reading. The book you were reading though might have been… also horny. It was good reading! The door opened and it took you a minute to process that the two betas that entered the room definitely didn’t work here. You snapped the book shut and sat up, practically sitting on the book to hide it. “O-oh, hello.” 

The two redheads exchanged a knowing look and the shorter of the two grinned, stepping into the room first. “We heard you left quite the impression on our lead Alphas yesterday.” You blink at them and that’s when you notice the faint traces of the scents on them that seem familiar. The woman smiles and she approaches the bed, sitting down on the edge, just beside you. God she smells divine. You’re not sure if it’s just because she’s a beta and their scents are meant to be especially soothing to omegas or if she’s just a goddess. 

“I think you’re making the same impression on our little omega.” The other redhead teased. You felt your cheeks flush even warmer and you cleared your throat softly, casually shifting further on top of the smutty book you’d been reading. “I’m Wanda.” she approached the bed, though she left enough room that you didn’t feel cornered by them. She was also breathtakingly beautiful and something about her scent was much warmer than the others, almost like cinnamon. 

“Natasha.” The first redhead said. You hadn’t even noticed her hand sliding further up the bed until she had the book in her hand and was pulling it into her lap. You sucked in a sharp breath and cleared your throat again, glancing anywhere but the woman.

“It’s- they don’t have a great selection of books here.” you stammered, feeling shy for having been caught reading a trashy smut novel. Natasha just laughed softly.

“You mean you’re not liking this one?” she asked. You dared a glance at her and caught her gaze. “I thought this one was pretty good. Though you haven’t gotten to the best chapters just yet.” she thumbed through the book, tapping at a chapter later in the book and giving you a knowing look. “Might want to make sure you’ve got some alone time for these.” Wanda took the book from her hands and looked over the back of it and you felt maybe a little less shy about having been reading it. 

“I uh. I read other books too, not just saucy ones.” you confess. Nat gave you an all too knowing smile and she nodded. “Fantasy and sci-fi are nice but.. I think these are the most popular around here.” you admit a bit sheepishly. Nat laughed. It was a rich and beautiful sound and your eyes met with her green ones. She reached a hand out and brushed a piece of your hair that had flown forwards around your face. Her fingers were silky soft and you leaned forwards chasing her fingers with your face in a way that would embarrass you had it not been for how painfully obviously into her you were.

“Nothing wrong with ‘saucy’ books. Isn’t that right, Wanda?” Natasha didn’t look at the other redhead but as your eyes trailed up to the other redhead, she had a similar look in her eyes, one that seemed to cut right through you. Wanda smiled a bit wider, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

“We have quite the collection of this genre at home.” Wanda sat down at the edge of the bed, leaning back against the wall beside the bed. “And lots of toys to help with the imagination.” she winked. Okay so maybe you had thought quite a few times about the idea of a dragon modeled dildo once or twice, but hearing that they definitely had things like that made it feel a little less embarrassing. Wanda let out a soft laugh as she could see the look on your face and she ran a hand back through her own hair. “Maybe we should stop embarrassing you and actually chat for a bit, before the boys get you to themselves.” she smiled.

The three of you talked for a while before the door opened and another beta walked into the room, this one though was actually a worker. They looked between the three of you for a moment before signaling to their bracelet. You looked over at your own, forgetting you had yet to put it on for the day. Oops. You grabbed it and saw the little heart icon lighting up. “You’ve got three meetings with Alphas.” Your eyebrows rose. Three?

“How many alphas are in this pack?” you found yourself asking the betas on your bed beside you. Natasha sat up and she grinned at you, brushing a hand back through your hair in a way that was so very tender for having just met you. It was incredibly soothing and you kind of wanted to just lay back in the little pile the three of you had been in, but you knew it was important to meet the rest of the pack.

“Ten total. You’ve met two of them already, of course. Our lead alphas.” she rolled her eyes and leaned closer. “They may both say they share charge with each other but they’d also jump at the chance to be the only leader.” Wanda gently patted your hip and nudged you closer to the edge of the bed.

“Go meet them. The sooner you meet them the sooner we can spend more time together.” You felt your heart skip a little bit at that. While the idea of meeting so many new alphas was a little bit intimidating, the idea of getting rewarded with more attention from the beautiful red haired women was definitely worth it. You followed the beta worker out, glancing once more over your shoulder at Wanda and Natasha who both seemed to get comfortable with each other once again.

The meeting room you were ushered into had three Alphas. Neither of the two you’d met before were present, but you could faintly smell their scents among these men. You took a deep breath, this would be fine. You felt more at ease after having apparently wooed the other two alphas, you just hoped the other eight would feel the same. Your first meeting had been with Sam Wilson, Clint Barton and Thor Odinson. They all seemed to enjoy your high spirits and the fact that while you were a submissive, you were still feisty and high spirited. Your second meeting had been with Pietro, Peter and Pepper. You’d never met a female alpha before but gods she was incredible. Pietro was endearingly flirty and might have been close to a stereotypical alpha. Peter was the cutest Alpha you think you’d ever met. You didn’t even think alphas could be this cute. He had been incredibly bashful and blundered over so many words and you just wanted to wrap him up and keep him. But eventually it was finally time to meet your last group. You felt your nerves pick up. So far the six new alphas had all been great, you just hoped the last two liked you.

As you stepped into the next meeting room, you immediately recognized Steve and Tony. The other two men were very different from any of the other alphas in the pack you’d met before. One of them was brooding, as though he didn’t want to be here and the other one looked probably more nervous than you felt. You approached the nervous one first and you offered your wrist to him. He took in a deep breath before he slowly brought your wrist up. His hair was dark brown, curly and he was a bit older. He wore small rectangular glasses and you could tell he only inhaled your scent partially before he pulled back.

“I’m.. Bruce Banner. Doctor Bruce Banner.” he admitted a bit shyly. You’d never met a shy alpha before either, this pack really was all over the place. You gave him a small smile in hopes to soothe some of his nerves. You felt a pull to comfort him, to make sure he felt safe.

“A Doctor? That’s impressive.” you confessed. You knew you’d seen this man before on tv with Tony and Steve but you couldn’t quite remember him. Tony rubbed Bruce’s shoulder and he said something quietly into his ear before the billionaire’s attention turned back to you.

“Not even his most impressive feat.” He smirked, squeezing Bruce’s shoulder. You could tell he wasn’t used to the attention by the way his cheeks went red and he seemed to duck away shyly. Tony slipped a hand out and took yours, bringing your wrist up to his nose and inhaling deeply, his eyes shutting as he breathed it in. This man was hooked. He looked to his right at Steve and he motioned for him to come close. Steve hesitated only a moment before he leaned in as well, taking your wrist from his and inhaling. “Still smell incredible, angel.” Tony added, pulling his scent block stick out and rubbing himself down with it before offering a smaller one to Bruce who applied some beneath his nose.

You looked over to the last alpha and caught his blue gaze. His eyes were like a stormy night and you felt your breath hold in your chest for a moment as you approached him. He was seated in one of the chairs but even seated you could tell he was tall. You offered him your wrist and he took it carefully, his grip on you delicate as he brought your wrist close to his nose and he inhaled. A low sound rumbled from him and he let go of your wrist. 

“This is Bucky.” Steve said, placing both of his hands on his friends shoulders. You could see the way Bucky tensed at the touch, though he didn’t do anything to knock the hands off of him. Bucky reached a gloved hand into his pocket and pulled out a scent blocking stick as well, rubbing it on himself. You swore you could see the faintest bit of pink in his cheeks but maybe it was just your imagination. “He’s the newest member of our pack, but he’s also my best friend.” Bucky looked away from you for a moment, grumbling something under his breath. God how was this man so cute while looking so angry? 

You spoke with the three men while Bucky mostly watched for the allotted time and eventually a beta worker came in to collect you. Tony was the first out the door and Steve let out a weary sigh. “Sorry about him. He’s just excited.” Steve’s hand found your lower back and he led you out the door and into the hallway where you’d all part ways. Bruce skittered out next and Bucky lingered in the doorway as if afraid to cross your path. You gave him a smile and looked at Steve once more. 

“Are you all going to stay a while?” you asked, unable to help but think back to the two beautiful women you’d left in your bed. Steve hummed and he let his hand reluctantly fall away from your back.

“Probably just Tony and I. Oh, and the girls. They weren’t too much trouble were they?” he asked, arching a brow. You thought back to the few presses of lips to your throat and the brushing of dainty wandering hands and your cheeks went warm as you smiled up at him.

“Perfectly behaved, Cap.”

[acinematicworld]

🐺 — 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 — 🐺

[𝐭𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:] 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏

[takaraphoenix]

I'm just sitting here, post De-Void, gently cradling Alpha Peter.

The fact that they called Peter, because they needed an Alpha with experience turning people (...when Derek turned more teenagers than Peter and Peter was feral at the time).

The fact that Peter was the one who figured out how to get Stiles back. Out of everyone. The reason we got Stiles back was because Peter sent Lydia and Scott into Stiles' mind.

The fact that, when Scott and Lydia were lost in Stiles' mind, it was Peter's scream that broke them out of the illusion and set them onto the right path.

The fact that, directly the next scene after that scream, is Lydia making Scott call out for Stiles to break Stiles out of the illusion because they're pack. Scott, as Stiles' Alpha, roared to get Stiles' attention to break him out of the illusion. Just like Peter had just more or less roared in the real world and helped break Scott and Lydia out of the illusion.

I am just having such normal feelings about all of this.