#alpha and omega series

[slowlysointernet]

Okay so this is an old contemplation of mine that i forgot to post but why do Samuel and Charles have slightly different views of their father and Leah?

Samuel in Iron Kissed:

''Despise'' huh? That's a strong word. Is that how Samuel sees his father act to Leah?

Charles in Cry Wolf:

Charles seems unsure about it all compared to Samuel.

What's interesting about all of this, is that Bran felt the need to hide and twist the truth about his mating to his sons, the people he's closest and dearest to.

[mercy-thompson-fanfiction]

Leah and Bran's conversation after the events of Wild Sign

A/N: I had this one already drafted and just never posted it because I literally hate how much I find Bran fascinating as a concept. Like, we all recognize that he did technically do this twice that we know of right? Anyways, he's devolving and I think we can all agree that's fine. ETA: link at bottom to AO3

“You love me.”  The words felt wrong on her tongue. It came out so much flatter and emotionless than she had meant for it to, but she was tired. 

The weight of two centuries being closed off and held at arms length was bone-crushing. Two centuries. Two hundred years she had felt nothing and now even something that should have felt normal—would have felt normal to any other mated werewolf—felt like a tsunami.

“You only want to apologize because I remember.” Everything in her wanted to turn away, but something was forcing her to stay with her feet planted firmly where they were. 

He was thinking too much if he wasn’t responding, gauging her reaction and trying to analyze the best possible outcome. That was what he did always, though usually he was quicker. 

“Unless you refuse to even give me that.”  

“Greatly wronged,” was what he had said, “I don’t want to lose you”.  Manipulation at its finest, he never would apologize. 

There was so much to unpack and Leah didn’t quite think she had the energy for it. She had remembered nothing until that split-second moment of death. Then she had known and it felt as if she’d never failed to know. Like her body had always remembered even if she had not always been able to recall it.  Confessing to her then would have given her power. Admitting he had done wrong would have been too kind. 

I love you.  The only one she could remember loving before these last few days. 

“I don’t forgive you.”  

It was ridiculous. It was against her character. The tears in her eyes clouding her vision betrayed her insecurities more than anything else did. The embrace he met her with wasn’t kind or loving, it wasn’t there for comfort. It was a restraint because she had punched him, half unaware of when she’d made the decision to even swing. 

“I deserved that.” His agreement wasn’t helping, it only made her feel undeniably insane. 

Even in his grip, she couldn’t stop. She shoved at him, only vaguely aware of her own voice. 

Screaming. She was screaming and most of it wasn’t actual language, just noise for the sake of an outlet. The other bits and pieces were senseless—thoughts crossing her mind too fast to process. She screamed because he had stolen her chance at peace, because his children hated her, because he had made her feel less than, because he had ruined her. She felt ruined. There was no way to leave, even if she did want to. He had manipulated her then and he was using her now, using her own emotions against her. Using his feelings which he had kept hidden under lock and key to make her happier. 

She wasn’t happier. 

He had been in the doorway, hadn’t passed into the room at all initially.  She had crossed into his space and hit him and he’d grabbed her and squeezed, catching her hands between them where she was still pushing even as he stepped into the room and slid down the wall until they were in a heap on the floor. 

The tears hadn’t stopped, traitorous fiends, and what few words were still tumbling out of her mouth didn’t even make sense to her. There was no attempt at hushing her, just acceptance or maybe resignation.  

Once, very early on, she remembered him telling her that there was no way he could hurt her. His wolf wouldn’t let him.  Bullshit, she bit him to stop herself because she was making a ruckus and embarrassing herself but neither his his nor the taste of his blood made her recoil. It did give her enough satisfaction, however, to draw a trembling breath before she fell limp altogether in his arms and rested her forehead on his now-bloodied shoulder.

“You hurt me.”

“I recognize that,” He was still agreeing with her and that alone was unnatural at best. “If you would like me to, I will do better.”

If she would like? She wasn’t very sure what she’d like, but that seemed an appropriate starting place. He should do better, should have been doing better this entire time if he thought she was worthy of his affection and appreciation. 

Because she’d said it was love, what she felt from him, but was it? Was it anything more than recognition that she was good at her job, at her role as his mate. 

“You have every reason to doubt me—“

She moved her hand from its place between their bodies to touch a finger to his lips and closed her eyes. Her body was still shaking, her head still on his shoulder. She should move, there wasn’t really a world where she wanted to wake up and actually have the conversation they needed to have. Right now, she needed to unpack it all. 

Alone.

“That is…understandable. I can give you a day to think about it.”

One day to unpack two centuries of abuses. 

How generous. 

[simonsaysletsgo]

So this bit of Wild Sign has been bothering me for a while:

[“I knew it then, and I know it now. I am not proud of what I did. I bound her wolf to mine by force. She was dying. She was dying and taking Sherwood with her.” He met Charles’s eyes. “I could not bear it, not after Blue Jay Woman. My wolf spirit was looking for surcease, and Leah’s was trying to survive.” He paused, then said, “I do not regret taking Leah as my mate, only that I did it without giving her an alternative.”

Charles gave him a formal nod, though both of them could hear the lie in Bran’s voice.]

Because what was the lie? Charles, I'm pretty sure, thinks the lie was taking Leah as his mate because he compares her to his mother right after. (Or maybe he compares her to his mother because he doesn't think Leah would choose Bran as she did? Its kinda a confusing tangent Charles goes on) But that doesn't /really/ make sense to me because we know that mating Leah saved his life and enabled him to become the Marrok and basically save werewolves as a species. And that he considers himself to be lucky to have found her.

But it just occured to me: the lie is obviously that he regrets not giving her a choice. Bran, the bastard, feels guilty about it but ultimately regrets nothing and would do it all over again. This, I think, is extremely fitting with Brans character as a pragmatic and ruthless dominant wolf.

[ridasart]

He crossed the room to her, dropped to one knee, caught her hand, and brought it to his mouth. Then, keeping her hand against his lips, he bowed his head and said simply, “I am not willing to lose you.”

Wild Sign by Patricia Briggs

[fictioninmyblood]

Chapter 2

Soothe the Beast

Summary: A hidden Omega, even to herself, is revealed at the arrival of the Asgardians; unsure of how to navigate through this drastic change, she stumbles her way into the arms of the Alpha that lit her soul ablaze. Heimdall finds that upon touching the soil of Midgard, the Alpha he long thought was buried and mummified within, takes the reigns; unable to fight the gathered strength of his beast that has forcefully slept for well over a millennium, Heimdall will now know what it’s like to be at the mercy of his Alpha, and his Alpha will learn what it’s to be like at the mercy of an omega, his omega.

WARNING: 18+ themes, Minors DNI, cussin, slight smut, a/b/o theme

A/N: The Asgardians from the ship that were killed after Ragnorok wasn’t murdered and made it to safety on Earth with Heimdall and Thor aboard. I’m not going to follow the plot from Marvel other than to maintain my own.

A/N: Y/N is Sam and Sarah’s first cousin, but there is about a 10-15 year age gap.

Since Heimdall was accustomed to short naps and long stations at the bifrost, he didn’t sleep for very long. Rousing well over an hour before the birds awoke with their morning song. He took the time he had to really look at his omega in all of her glory. He peered into flashes of her past that the allfathers allowed him to view and spent the rest of his time cataloging her every perfect imperfection highlighted in the moonlight that made up the most perfect being he’d ever laid eyes on. By the time her eyes started to flutter he was purring at the glimpse he had of growing old with her. It seemed this was one occurrence the allfathers wanted him to experience rather than predict the journey of, but he was grateful for the mere glimpse they did grant him.

Y/N started stirring when she felt a vibration rippling through her body. Not wanting to endure any of the pain that awaited her in the wakeful hours of her unmarked heat she did her best to stay buried in her dreams. These last few cycles had forced her to find solace in her sleep, the pain just bad enough for her body to render her unconscious for as long as possible, into a hibernation of sorts just to be able to survive it. It took a while for her to fully come to, having had the most beautiful dream of having her alpha come scoop her in his arms as she had begun to succumb to the worst of what a heat can become. Imagine her surprise when the eyes she had dreamed of were the ones to greet her.

“Why do you look so confused little omega?

“You’re real.”

“Indeed I am. I could say the same of you.”

Y/N broke his intense gaze suddenly awash with a rapid fire of emotions.

“This was not how I dreamed to meet you, but I, lady Y/N of midgard, am Heimdall of Asgard, former warrior of the land and the throne that protected it. With you now in my arms and my home no more, my eternal pledge is to you as your one and only Alpha for all time. Do you accept my pledge love?”

“I-,” Y/N stuttered, shaken to her core by the conviction in his voice.

“How about it little one?” Heimdall asked, palming her face in his hand as she nuzzled it, his voice gruff with his alpha’s rumble. “We’ve waited so so long, be ours, please.” He couldn’t help but softly stroke her face, savoring the softness he’d gone so long without.

With a gulp she said, “I accept Alpha Heimdall.”

He shared a small smile as she semi-nervously giggled at him sliding her body up by palming her ass to be face-to-face without either of them having to reach. Heimdall breathed against her lips, teasing her, testing her, and watching how she and her omega responded to him and his alpha.

Y/N became increasingly frustrated as he played with them. She felt like a whiny kitten, experiencing their first heat, desperate for affection and attention, and too impatient to wait any longer. Her omega was practically clawing at the fringes of her mind to escape her mental cage, Y/N felt like her omega was going to tear her apart from the inside out. It took everything in her to quell her wiggling and whimpering, though she couldn’t all the way. Her omega was upset she wasn’t moving more and Y/N was mad she couldn’t stop all the way.

Heimdall leaned all the way back from her face, a knowing smirk gracing his lips. “What’s got you so nervous little one?”

Y/N chuckled nervously again, unsuccessfully trying to squirm off of Heimdall’s chest and out of the palms of his hands that had a firm grasp on where her thighs met her ass, occasionally coming up to palm her cheeks, both sets. How could someone so noticeably chiseled and toned feel like he could be twice her size if not more? He was huge!

“I have the unfortunate pleasure of not having much access to your mind my love, please tell me what thoughts plague you?”

His voice was light with amusement and still held the authoritative tone that was his baseline, the perfect balance of unyielding playfulness. He was not necessarily asking her, but he gave her just enough leeway to imagine he was.

“I just feel a little uncomfortable being on top of you, especially for such a long time.” Y/N said as she ducked her head timidly.

Heimdall raised an eyebrow assessing every emotion he could gain from this vulnerable moment.

“Is that so? I would say that is an unfounded emotion seeing as how I watched over your peaceful slumber for the entirety of the evening.”

His face held his piercing gaze as an uncomfortable silence formed in the space of her trying to find her words.

“Well- I- Aren’t you uncomfortable with my weight literally on you? Dead weight most of the night at that!” Y/N’s voice increasingly rose as her anxiety did.

“I am quite comfortable omega, I weigh at least twice your heaviest midgardian man and have many a foot over most. You are but a feathered pillow for me to carry around so I may rest comfortably through the rest of the days the allfathers choose to grant me.”

Y/N looked shocked, which she had to cover quickly at his next sentence, as well as the change of his eyes and voice. His beast was bleeding into them both and she did not want to provoke the danger lurking there any more than she already had.

With a lasered focus and menacing tone, daring her to answer incorrectly, Heimdall asked, “You wouldn’t be trying to insinuate that I am incapable of carrying and caring for my omega?”

Y/N fervently shook her head no, too afraid to provoke the beast that was clearly making himself known.

If she thought his demeanor couldn’t get more intense, she learned differently. “Nor would you be insinuating MY omega is undesirable because of faulty midgardian standards?”

Y/N gulped, struggling yet again to form words. Heimdall flipped them over easily, gingerly slotting himself between her soft thighs, forearms creating a cage on either side of her head, careful not to crush her. All she could do was keep her hands flat on his chest and look up at him.

He bit her earlobe and whispered into her ear, “are you?”

She let out a little squeak at his nips and shook her head no, diverting her eyes.

It would seem his little omega was demure all of a sudden. That just wouldn’t do. “Speak up little one.”

“No, Alpha, I’m not saying either of those things. I was just- I just…wanted to make sure you were comfortable.” Y/N stuttered out. “That’s all,” she trailed off, looking away bashfully.

“See?” he said, flipping them back over so that she was again laying on top of him.

“That wasn’t so hard to get out, now was it?” 

She shook her head, as it seemed to now be her default answer, scared her mouth could only produce awkward unfinished attempts at coherent sentences and squeaks of stunned silence.

Heimdall leaned in to suck her bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a quick bite that left her wide eyed and sopping wet. 

With the swift change of her pheremones, he leaned into the crook of her neck, taking a deep inhale of every scent she exuded.

“My little queen.” Inhale. “My hidden omega,” Inhale. “You smell of all the wonders of nature.” Inhale. “Most notably at this present moment,” inhale, “a thousand erupting volcanos in the depths of every ocean across the realms.” Inhale. “A most addictive scent of your heat.” Inhale. “Had I been one of these little pups running amock on your midguardian lands, surely my beast would have no choice but to get out of hand. Thank the allfathers for the fortified discipline that only comes with surviving the tests of time.”

“Lucky me?” Y/N said looking into Heimdall’s eyes with nothing but questions.

“No milady, lucky me,” Heimdall responded with a soft growl and starved look in his eyes. “I will enjoy the deepest depths of you before I allow my animalistic desires to cloud my ability to enjoy those moments in their entirety. By the time I do allow my beast the pleasure he so desperately wants, I will have already learned you down to your core.”

He gave her a quick peck and sat up in the bed, bringing her to sit on his lap facing him with her thighs caging his legs.

“That is a conversation for later though and I know you have many a question little one. Ask.”

“I don’t think I can process any of them right now, let alone ask,” Y/N stuttered, looking down at her twiddling thumbs, struggling to focus on the million and one thoughts surrounding the fact that her alpha was unlike any other and thus their love would reflect that. He seemed to be everything she’d hoped, wished, and prayed for, but it was difficult to grasp that he was her reality now.

Taking a lone finger to lift her eyes to his. “That is alright omega, we have the rest of eternity for you to learn all the answers you seek. For now, let us seek out some breakfast. It is especially imperative that today, you maintain your strength, if we are to discover the nature of your beast this coming eve.”

“Discover my- How did you know I haven’t had my first shift yet?”

Heimdall gripped her by the ass and pulled her impossibly closer into him, resting a hand on her back and leaving the other on her bottom. With a growl, he said, “You are mine.”

Y/N gulped.

“Although we have yet to become one, you are part of my beast and I. You are the reason we have been awoken from the slumber of selfless servitude.”

He grasped her face in his hands searching for the depths of her soul through her windows. “Your path is forever converged with mine. I know you as I know myself. Though I still have much to learn about us both in this physical realm, there are many things that will always be inherently clear to me.”

“I-” Y/N squeaked out, yet again breathless at the depth of his conviction towards their fresh union, though unconsecrated.

“One of the things the allfathers allowed me to see as I have wandered this last midguardian year, was the night of your full awakening,” he kissed her passionately, struggling to hold back the greediness with which his beast longed to devour her, “and that is today so we must prepare. Okay?”

“Mmhmm.” Y/N nodded along.

—————--

By the time the couple made their way down the steps, Thor and Samuel were in the yard with his nephews while Sarah was showing Natasha her process for frying chicken in the kitchen. Heimdall had hated to take his shirt back from Y/N, but since he hadn’t thought to bring extra clothes he had no choice in the matter. He did still make her take his jacket, wanting her to be drenched in his scent regardless of whether or not they had consummated their bond. She had to beg him still to wear at least a dress since trying to put on a hoodie and shorts did not go over well with him nor his beast.

Sarah popped out a pan of bacon from the oven when Heimdall sat down at the table, pulling Y/N into his lap, legs dangling from the side. She and Natasha greeted the couple, but only Y/N had answered. He was so caught up in her that he was almost too rude to respond when the women started talking to them. After an awkward beat he finally said his good mornings but was right back to appreciating the feel and smell of having Y/N in his arms. Remembering how her own Alpha behaved after their first meeting made Sarah understanding of his behavior. She was surprised he’d let Nora leave her room at all, let alone was aware enough to acknowledge anyone else in the room.

Y/N was just as surprised as Sarah at Heimdall’s willingness to have her around anybody, let alone the other alphas currently in and around the house. She has a sneaking suspicion that her outfit paired with the seat she was on were the only things keeping the alpha calm and appeasing. Growing up, she’d always been warned about an alpha’s behaviour when it came to his omega and then when Sarah mated she’d seen it firsthand. Despite expecting much of the same treatment she’d prepared herself for, he did tell her that he was from another planet and by proxy of his admittance to serving some throne, his age. Those two truths alone made her think she should start expecting the unexpected. When she got a chance, they were going to have to have a real conversation about that. She knew it wasn’t going to make her break their bond but at the very least, she was going to use what he told her to navigate her way through this relationship differently, hopefully better. This alpha was like no other and that also meant any preparations she’d thought to take were of no use. 

Having little experiences with romantic partnerships in general, let alone with someone from another planet, Y/N was nervous. Most humans only played games when it came to love, whether they knew their partner was their soulmate or not, but she’d ended up with a humanoid man that showed no indication that games would be tolerated in his presence. In fact, due to his age, she wouldn’t be surprised to find out that his people had come long before the Earthly ones, possibly even being the fathers and mothers of their little planet. Nor would she be surprised to find out that her hypotheses made from her observations of him were indeed facts. Heimdall hadn’t given any impression that he was here to just knot her and run, he gave the impression that if she somehow became immortal as well, they would be spending eternity together and if not, his life would end with hers. Hell, he’d already lived an eternity without her, that was a daunting history to try and create a future with as it was.

By the time Sarah and Natasha finished making the main course of breakfast, Y/N had tucked herself deep into Heimdall’s side, having long since trailed off from responding to the conversations the women tried to make with her. While Natasha cut up some fresh fruits and Sarah went outside to gather her sons, brother, and Thor, she had her face hidden underneath Heimdall’s hair that was acting like a veil, cocooning her in the bubble of his presence. As she played with his longest locs, savoring the peaceful moment of contentment, Sarah came back into the house with the boys filing in behind her. By the time Y/N looked up again she was surprised to see that Natasha had already set the table and everyone was seated and eating. Not really caring too much she quickly found herself back in her Heimdal bubble.

While his omega was enjoying being in his embrace, Heimdall piled a plate with one hand, refusing to let go of Y/N with the other, his arm snaked around her back to keep his hand firmly on her thigh. The two remained in their little bubble, Heimdall feeding Y/N as the table around them ate and talked with each other. The only ones paying less attention to the what was happening at the table was Thor and Sam. They were the most intrigued by the couple, taking in what was a jolting scene for anyone that knew either of them. In all the many millennia Thor had grown up in the presence of the mighty warrior, he’d never had an opportunity to see Heimdall so love-struck and the same could be said for Sam. He had never seen Y/N be so willingly vulnerable and soft, always choosing to put up a tough girl front than be seen as a damsel. Sarah had to snap her fingers in front of the Alpha pair to get them to keep their eyes to themselves.

“Stop staring,” she whisper-yelled, “it’s rude!”

“I can’t help it, I’ve never seen her so, so, so-” Sam started.

“-so soft?” Thor finished for him. “Me neither, Heimdal has been the pillar of unyielding strength in Asgard since long before I was born!”

Sarah popped both man and god upside the back of their heads.

“Ow!” They exclaimed in unison, rubbing at the sore spots.

“I don’t care how much of a surprise their behavior is. You both are going to act like adult alphas who can control your impulses and stop staring!”

“It is quite alright Lady Sarah,” Heimdall said after feeding Y/N some cut up strawberry and looking up at Sarah and the alphas, “they have a right to their surprise, there will be many more to come by my calculations so it’s best they get it out as each one happens rather than overloading them all at once.”

All of the adults looked at Heimdall like he’d grown a few more heads just as Cass and AJ finished their breakfast and asked to be excused.

“Yeah babies, go outside and play while the adults talk.” Sarah said.

As soon as the resounding thump of the door followed by the screaming laughter of the boys rung in the ears of every adult, Sam was ready to get the details of whatever Heimdall was talking about.

“So, what did you mean by there will be many more?” he asked, staring down the warrior god.

Despite hearing the conversation going on, Y/N couldn’t focus on the words. She had made her way from Heimdall’s neck to the top of his chest which allowed her the ultimate experience of hearing him. Feeling the vibrations of each word was far more soothing than listening in to the actual words and since she was still mid heat with a promise of not being knotted anytime soon, she needed all of the remedying sensations she could get from him. 

Feeling the restless energy that was trying to grip his omega, Heimdall started rubbing her back while he spoke. He didn’t start to answer until he could feel her relax in his arms. “The all fathers are refusing to show me clear pictures of what is to come, but from what I gathered there is a lot more surprises as to Y/N’s lineage and destiny.”

“Well why can’t you tell us everything at once?” Sam asked.

“Because the allfathers won’t even show it all to me.” Heimdall answered.

“That’s new.” Thor said.

“Only to you. Before you were born there was another and from my experience it is a great sign of protection from the allfathers. We should trust that everything is working itself out for the best possible outcome.”

“I already trust you with our sister, why not this?” Sarah said as she elbowed Sam, “right Sam?”

Sam was eyeing the asgardian, but conceded to his sister’s unsubtle cue, “I guess, but just cause I trust that you are her true mate doesn’t mean I’m taking my eyes off of you for one second. God or not.”

“I would expect no less Sir Falcon,” Heimdall closed his eyes, inhaled her scent deeply, and gripped Y/N impossibly closer as he said, “she is the most precious of gems created from the purest atoms of this universe.” When he opened his eyes to look into Sam’s, his eyes were glowing their vibrant gold, almost as blinding as the sun, “It will take only the purest forms of love and respect for her life to keep it safe from the very evil’s that wish to steal it.”

Next Chapter...

[klutzyghost13]

[cas-backwards-tie]

Chapter One: News Crashing

Poly!TaskForce 141 x Omega!Reader

The Omega Pack Plan Masterlist

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

Words: 4.4k

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

Mentions of: Medication,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's laughing at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Simon: You coming to the meeting or not? 🤨

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Which is exactly why-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[buckrecs]

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Alpha!Bucky

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ONESHOT

Crave by @harrylovex

you realise that you can’t survive your heat without bucky.

intensional by @noctumbra

alpha!bucky sends you a shirtless pic and then offers to spend your heat with him. feelings ensue.

scent by @noctumbra

“you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

vanilla by @noctumbra

his scent was the other thing that made you go stupid other than his eyes: leather, a bit of vanilla, oranges and wet wood.

wet by @noctumbra

your mating sessions are always intense with bucky.

butterfly by @idy-ll-ique

bucky's going into rut. y/n volunteers to help him. feelings come out.

Let Me Love You by @slothspaghettiwrites

When an Omega is feeling very anxious or nervous their Alpha will hold them close while gently crooning and scenting them until they calm down.

Dating apps are stupid by @buckylattes

You decide to download this dating app, well….Natasha persuades you into it. You make a profile and agree to just have it for a week. If nothing becomes of it then you can delete it. But….you swipe right on this handsome man who’s description shows him out to be a gentleman like you’re looking for. So…what happens when he matches with you???

make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

Bucky keeps his distance from you thinking you can do better than him. but he loses all his restraints when he sees you with another alpha.

to love is to burn by @bonky-n-steeb

You go into heat at the worst moment in the history of time, maybe ever.

took one hit and I was gone by @bonky-n-steeb

after the rise of hydra, your entire life turned into a living nightmare. you lost everything you held precious, your job, your house, your degree, even hope. but then you’re assigned as a mate to him, your enemy and your only ray of hope, James Buchanan Barnes.

little red riding hood by @bonky-n-steeb

your big bad alpha chases you across the woods.

Break Lights by @boxofbonesfic

his omega by @bucksfucks

bucky helps you through an expected heat.

ever since by @syntheticavenger

Bucky Barnes finds his center in a late night subway ride.

By Chance by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.

Feral by @bucknastysbabe

And You’re Mine by @winterarmyy

In which Bucky, the big, scary, 'undesired alpha' was tricked into a blind date where he met his precious little omega.

Protector by @rookthorne

After an eternity of being held against your will, and just as long having been forced to watch your alpha suffer at the hands of the wicked, an opportunity arose. An opportunity so rare, so unique, that it would never be offered again. It was time to escape, and it was time to bathe the halls in their blood – never again would you be held by the bars of a cell, not if he could stop it.

SERIES

Heart and Soul by @all1e23

Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them.  She didn’t need an Alpha, and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that.  Not again.No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

Better Like This by @simsadventures

You are the newest addition to New York’s elite team of Detectives concentrating on domestic violence and rape, which everyone calls the Avengers.  You are an Omega, very bubbly and open to everyone around you, and everyone is super sweet to you, except one person- Bucky, your true mate.  Will you be able to destroy the walls he has been building around his heart for years, or will he reject you and break your heart forever? 

Some Alpha by @ofstarsandvibranium

Bucky is an Alpha, but can never seem to find someone who wants him to be their Alpha. Until he finds you, a Beta, who’s as firey as an Alpha, yet also tender-hearted like an Omega.

Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet

For months you managed to distance yourself from Bucky Barnes, the alpha you long for. But one night you have no choice but to comfort him, something which brings out emotions in both of you. Except it also brings out emotions in the Winter Solider, which results in a devastating turn of events that neither of you might be able to come back from.

All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes

Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

Mr. Grumpy by @holylulusworld

Bucky hates omegas. You change his mind.

knife play by @helvonasche

They're on the run and Bucky goes into rut.

Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes

For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home.One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.

Masterlist by @angrythingstarlight

Masterlist by @holylulusworld

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Emerald Hallow Chapter 1

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.  

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Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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Steve prided himself on his self control. He was a Beta before the super soldier serum, and when his body went through the transformation so did his classification. Not only did he have to learn how to operate his new body but as a new Alpha he had to learn how to handle the intense emotions and instincts that came with it. He’d been able to work through most of it without endangering any Omegas along the way. Anytime a moment of weakness chipped at his psyche the words of Dr. Erskine would rattle his brain: “…you must promise me that you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier. But a good man.” Good men, good Alphas, did not attack or take what they wanted from others. Steve was well aware of the plight of Omegas in the world. If there was one thing that had stayed consistent throughout his long life it was that Omegas were still considered “less” by many, something to be bred and fulfill Alphas’ needs. He didn’t feel this way, but knew many others did.

After returning the Infinity stones he had gone to see Peggy in the past for closure, but did not stay. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t. He loved her, but she was also an Alpha, and same classification couples never worked out.  Bucky needed him, and a promise of “’til the end of the line” was a promise. He had helped transition Sam into the Captain America role and quickly retired, only advising on missions rather than taking the lead. He tried to reintegrate back into regular civilian life, finding his next adventure. He wanted to move on from Peggy and find an Omega to settle down and have a family with.

So far he had no luck. He had started going by his middle name, Grant, and had grown out his beard and hair again so he wasn’t as recognizable as “Captain America” anymore. The dates he’d gone on had been unsuccessful. Omegas were hard to come by nowadays, and to find one willing to even go on a date was even harder. He felt like he was being a gentleman, not expecting anything from them other than to get to know them and see if it was worth pursuing, but he could feel the anxiety and tension dripping from their scents every time. He couldn’t blame them, but it also made him feel like the magic or allure of a great romance that he was looking for to replace his feelings for Peggy was a pipe dream.

One late Autumn night as he left Bucky’s apartment and headed home he smelled something that made him skid to a stop. Amongst the carved pumpkins and crisp Autumn air was something tantalizing, mouth-watering, and made the hair on the back of his neck raise in anticipation. His body moved towards the smell without him even realizing, his nose held high as he followed the scent down a block and into an old fashioned jazz club. It reminded him of the old dance halls of the 1940s, a live band playing on a stage with tables skirting the walls, making a small circle in the middle for couples to dance. There were vintage Halloween decorations lining the walls and the bar.  He made a mental note to tell Bucky about this place as the scent grew stronger and he blindly walked toward the stage.

“My lovelies!” A drag queen’s deep voice boomed into the microphone. She was dressed in an extravagant vampire costume, and as Steve looked around he noticed almost everyone was dressed in some type of Halloween themed costume or vintage clothes.  “Thank you for coming to tonight’s Autumn Jazz Fest!  Last but certainly not least, is our very own…Emerald Hallow!” The drag queen gave a great flourish with her arm and the curtain behind her opened to reveal the singer. Steve’s heart stuttered as the Alpha in him awoke. She was the scent he followed.  An unmated Omega.  The singer was short and plus size, her voluptuous curves slightly jiggling as she sauntered up to the vintage looking microphone.  She wore a long, flowy, shimmering velvet black dress with sheer lace sleeves that opened wide at her wrists with tassels swaying as she swung her arms, tattoos peeking out from the lace.  The neckline plunged down deep between her large breasts, giving the audience quite the view.  Her long nails were pointy and painted black, gently twisting the tassels as she adjusted the microphone to her height.  She had dyed emerald green hair that was long and finger-waved with two large victory rolls atop.  She wore gold earrings that had deep red hearts with what looked like blood dripping from them, black lipstick and sharp cat-eye eyeliner.  The black lipstick made her teeth look striking as she smiled seductively when the audience clapped for her.  Steve swore under his breath.  She was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. 

“Happy almost-Halloween, my pretties!” she greeted them, some people in the audience whooping and hollering for her.  Steve could feel a growl rumble in his chest at the attention she was getting from others, and mentally chastised himself for losing his composure.  “Would you like to hear some spooky tunes?”  Some more clapping and whooping made her smile wider.  “Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you…so needy,” she teased the audience, winking at someone off to the side.  Steve moved closer to the stage, just off to the side as the band behind her started playing.  She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, opening them again as her body started to move to the beat.  “They say that I’m a witch, and that I weave a spell.  Well…”

Emerald danced with her hips and shoulders like singers of old would.  Her scent became heavier to Steve as she did something she obviously loved, and it made his Alpha instincts scream at him to claim her.  He sat himself in a chair at one of the nearest tables, needing to hide his growing erection.

She held out the last note, her voice ringing out as the band hit a big chord at the end and she raised her arms.  The audience cheered loudly, the couples who had been dancing stopped to join in on the applause.  Emerald bowed and acknowledged the band behind her.  Steve clapped and watched her closely.   He was clocking all the Alphas in the audience, making note of the ones who were unmated and watching her like he was.  It made him feel like a creep, but something deep within him was not willing to just walk out and go home.  He was stuck to the spot, and would wait all night if he had to just to get a moment with her.  

She sang a few more songs then suddenly pulled out a chair from behind the piano.  “I’ve got one more for you tonight,” she said.  The audience whined loudly.  “Aaaww, are you gonna miss me?” she teased, sticking her lip out sadly.  She smirked as she set the chair in the middle of the stage and took the microphone out of the stand to freely walk around.  “I’m gonna need a big, strong Alpha volunteer,” she said in a low, seductive voice.  As her eyes swept the crowd multiple loud voices yelled out, hands raising and Alphas standing up from their chairs.  Steve stayed seated, desperately wanting her to choose him but not wanting to come off that way.  He decided to let his instincts take over for just a moment and let off a pheromone scent of himself towards her.  As her eyes continued to look out at the crowd they subtly widened and her back stiffened as her eyes instantly went to him.  Her eyes flashed as she gazed at him, and her smirk deepened.  Steve felt like the air between them was buzzing as he held her gaze, not daring to look away.

“You,” she pointed at him and then curled her finger, gesturing to him to come up.  Steve slowly got up and followed the stairs up to the stage.  There was a chorus of disappointed noises mixed with clapping from the audience as he approached her.  “Take a seat, handsome,” she said, patting the top of the chair.  Steve sat on the chair and looked up at her, memorizing every feature of her face.  “What’s your name?” she asked, standing closer to him and holding the microphone to his face.

“S–Grant,” Steve said, clearing his throat after nearly slipping up on his name.

Emerald eyed him but her smile never faltered.  “Grant.  Everybody say ‘Hello Grant!’”  She held the microphone out to the audience who chanted back at her in greeting him.  “And what do you do, Grant?”

“Consulting,” Steve said automatically, a polite smile on his face as he warred with himself not to reach out and touch her.

“How vague…” Emerald said cheekily, raising her eyebrows and making the crowd laugh.  “It’s alright, keep your secrets, handsome,” she said as she walked behind him then ran her hand over his shoulder and down his chest, her chin resting on his opposite shoulder, making them cheek to cheek.  “I like a man who is mysterious…” 

Steve let out a shuddering breath as the jittery energy he felt from her touching him flowed through his veins.  His shoulders and chest felt like they were doused with ice water where she touched him, and his cheek warmed as he blushed with her so close.  The Alpha howled at him to take her, right there in front of everyone, making his hands shake as he quickly folded them together and covered his crotch with his entwined fists.

“Can I sing this last song to you, Grant?” she said, her lips slightly grazing his ear, her hot breath making him shiver.  Steve didn’t trust his voice so he slightly looked towards her and nodded.  “Thank you,” she said, then moved away and turned to the band.  “Shall we, lovies?”

“We shall!” the band called back to her, then counted themselves in.  The melody started into a song Steve actually recognized from some music Sam had recommended to him.

Emerald walked towards the edge of the stage where Steve had walked up and then turned towards him sharply.  “Well it’s a marvelous night for a moondance with the stars up above in your eyes,” she sang, her shoulders keeping the beat.  “A fantabulous night to make romance ‘neath the cover of October skies,” she continued, twirling around and turning towards the bass player behind her, giving her a wink before facing Steve again.  “And all the leaves on the trees are falling to the sound of the breezes that blow.  You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling of your heartstrings that play soft and low.”  She stepped slowly towards him, her eyes never leaving his face.  “And the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush.  You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush!”  The band suddenly picked up, the sound swelling around Steve.  Emerald smiled widely.  “Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  She quickly closed the distance between them and leaned down, her hand reaching out and cupping his jaw, making him move toward her.  Steve’s eyes widened.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?”  She leaned forward as she held his face and nuzzled her nose against his nose.  As the chorus ended she released him and turned, jutting her hips towards him as they rocked to the beat.

“Well I wanna make love to you tonight, I can’t wait til the morning has come,” she sang, looking over her shoulder at him.  He shifted in the seat, his pants feeling even more tight.  “And I know now the timing is just right and straight into my arms you will run,” she walked behind him again, her hand doing as it had done before but this time running down his arm and squeezing his bicep.  “And when you come my heart will be waiting to make sure that you’re never alone.”  She walked around him again until she faced him, then sank down into his lap.  “There and then all my dreams will come true dear, there and then I will make you my own.”  Steve’s hands gripped her hip and her knee to keep her planted on his lap, his hands still shaking at the close proximity and at getting to finally touch her even just a little.  She wrapped her free arm around his shoulder to keep herself upright.

“And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside,” her nails gently scraped against the scent gland on his neck, making him gasp and his mouth drop open as he watched her.  “And I know how much you want me that,” she winked at him, bringing her face slightly closer to his, “you can’t hide.”

Steve’s eyebrows knitted together.  He was sure his face was showing nothing but pure desire right now, and couldn’t find it in himself to care.  His grip on her tightened and he swallowed thickly.

“Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  Her fingers moved up and ran through his hair, scratching his scalp, causing his eyelids to flutter shut at the massage.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you…” she held the note out as she pulled him closer, this time making them nose to nose.  The audience was whooping and hollering again, a chant of “Kiss him!” coming through the crowd as the music paused to build tension.  She stared Steve down, her eyes flickering to his lips once then back up to his eyes.  Steve was breathing heavily, waiting to see what she would do.  After a long beat she dipped her head and kissed the side of his mouth, just out of reach of his lips.  The audience was a mix of cheers and disappointed groans as she pulled away and licked her lips as she looked at him again before lifting the microphone back up to her mouth.  “My love,” she sang the last line softly, and as the band finished with a jazzy ending she rested her forehead against his forehead as she caught her breath.  Steve didn’t want it to end, holding her firmly against him as the music ended and the audience applause nearly deafened him.  He didn’t want this bubble to burst, this magical moment to end, and yet his hands slipped away when she shifted to stand from his lap.  

Emerald adjusted her dress and stood then took his hand and helped lift him from the chair, holding his hand up in hers high and then gesturing with their joined hands to bow.  Steve bowed with her and plastered a polite smile on his face as he watched her smile widen at the crowd.  “Whoo, is it hot in here or is it just me?” She joked, making everyone laugh again as they continued to clap.  “Everybody give it up for our lucky man, Grant!”  Another round of applause erupted as Steve nodded, a shy smile pulling at his mouth.  She pulled his hand towards her and opened her arms for a hug.  Steve happily ducked down to her embrace, his arms resting on her lower back as her free hand gripped his shoulder.  Her face slightly twisted and her lips were by his ear again.  “Meet me at the back door, ten minutes,” she whispered.  Steve nodded minutely before pulling away.  She released him and clapped for him as well as he waved a hand and stepped down from the stage.

As the drag queen who hosted came back out and closed the show Steve grabbed a shot at the bar, paid, then left through the front door.  He quickly rounded the building, down the alley, until he reached the back of the building.  He found the back door and leaned up against the wall next to it to wait.  He didn’t know what would happen next, but if she wanted to see him afterwards then the magical moment must have meant something to her, too.  Eight minutes went by until the door swung open and his green haired beauty emerged.

Her eyes quickly found him and she smirked.  “Grant,” she greeted him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Emerald,” Steve greeted her back, pushing himself off the wall.  “Though I’m guessing that’s not your name.”

“You guessed right,” she said.  “Though it seems we’re both using different names, Steve Rogers.”

Steve’s eyes widened and his smile fell.  He quickly cleared his throat and looked down.  “That obvious, huh?”

“Probably not to the average person,” she said as she took a step toward him.  “But most people haven’t had a grandparent that was a huge fan of Captain America like I did, who took me to the Smithsonian any chance he got to educate me about the great Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos.  I’d recognize those eyes anywhere,” she quirked an eyebrow at him.  “Though I have to say, I like the longer hair and beard look.  Makes you much more ruggedly handsome.”

Steve’s smile returned and he blushed at her compliment.  “Ruggedly handsome?”

“Oh yes,” she smiled widely at him.  She took another step toward him, making her look up at him.  She analyzed his face for a moment before she sighed heavily.  “Dirty trick you played in there, using your scent on me,” she said quietly, her smile falling.

Steve’s eyebrows raised in surprise.  “Oh, um…I’m sorry,” he said quickly, embarrassed that although it worked in getting him noticed and chosen, she was obviously not happy with him about it.  

“Hm,” she hummed, looking him over.  “I was going to choose you regardless, you know?” she said, reaching a hand out and running her fingers over the lining of his coat.  “I scented you from the moment you walked in,” she said, her fingers sliding up towards his collar.  “A Manhattan cocktail, with an undertone of sandalwood and amber,” she met his gaze again.  “And a hint of petrichor.”

“Petrichor?” Steve asked, his eyes never leaving her fingers that gripped his collar lightly.

“The smell after a long awaited rain,” she whispered.  She pulled him down by his collar and guided his face towards her neck.  Steve’s arms wrapped around her like he was hugging her, his grip pulling her flush against him as he nuzzled his nose against her scent gland inhaling deeply.  He felt like he was skipping a lot of steps in the process.  Scenting another person was extremely personal, and not something done by strangers like this.  “You obviously came here for this,” she said as he rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck.

Steve groaned, getting drunk off the scent that nearly drove him crazy enough to lose control.  She gave it up so easily to him.  “Fuck…” he whispered as his tongue licked along the gland, nipping lightly at her skin.  Her fingers tightened around his coat, a soft whimper falling from her lips.  “I couldn’t tell what it was, but…” he sniffed again, his eyes rolling.  “Bergamot, rose, and sandalwood.  Like the perfumes I used to smell back in the day,” he said as his lips traveled to her jaw and then kissed her cheek softly.  “With a hint of ocean air,” he smirked at her as he pulled away to look at her.  Her eyes were hooded as she looked back up at him, her mouth open as she breathed heavily.  “Your name?” he asked.

She huffed a silent laugh as she smiled.  “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” Steve repeated it, liking the way it felt on his tongue.  

Her smile tightened.  “We should slow down.”

“We should,” Steve agreed, but didn’t let go of her.

She pulled away a little, which almost felt like a punch to his gut.  Y/N looked up at him and mischievously grinned.  “How about you take me out and show me some of that old school charm?  And we’ll see where that leads us.”

Steve chuckled at that, his smile widening.  “You took the words right out of my mouth.  Though it sounds much more smooth coming from you.”

“I can be smooth when I wanna be,” she giggled.  She gave him another look over then stepped back, reaching for and holding one of his hands while fishing out her phone from her coat pocket.  She unlocked the phone and handed it to him.  Steve quickly pulled his phone out and gave it to her as well and they exchanged numbers.  

“I’ll call you,” Steve said as he made sure to save her contact information.

“You better,” Y/N smirked.  She pulled him down by his collar again and kissed the side of his mouth, making him growl impatiently.  It only made her laugh as she stepped out of his reach.  “See you around, Steve,” she said his name in her seductive voice that she used on stage.  

Steve sighed heavily and composed himself.  “See you soon, Y/N.” She walked to the back door and knocked in a pattern, then the bass player walked out, giving her and Steve a once over and scoffing before walking towards one of the cars parked along the back alley.  Y/N waved to Steve then followed the band member, who drove off with her.  Steve watched until she was out of sight then laughed to himself.  This is going to be interesting.

This is the "dirtiest" fic I've written so far. I'm not usually a #stucky fan, but I thought I'd give a crack at it. Hope y'all like it!

[sanakimohara]

Is Chan really gonna get a mini A/B/O fic from me for his birthday?….

Yes.

Yes, he is.

[ RAILWAY ] - B. C. (prologue)

“Run from me all you want, but it won’t change how this ends.”

“And if I survive, anyway?..”

“Then I'll hunt you down just like the rest…”

“… You’re cruel.”

“And you're mine. Every inch of you belongs to me. Every. Single. Inch.”

“You're addicted…”

“I can't help myself…”

“Is this what you wanted? Is this all you can give me after all the bullshit you’ve put me through?!..”

“I don’t… I’m’gonna….break you.”

“… You won’t, Chan. You never will. Now, please, I’m begging you right now, please… help me..”

“You have all my trust, but it will never be enough, will it?..”

“Stop it, Chan….That's not fair…”

“…but it's always been the truth.”

“I never meant to hurt you, baby girl…”

“I know….I've always known.”

“You're going to give me such pretty pups, princess.…so many of them, too.”

“Ch-chan-!”

“I've got you,…just…hold on tight to me.”

“I can't…!”

“You will…”

“Ple…ase…Chris!..”

“One more…let me fill you up one more time, and I promise-”

WIP!!

[ Cola ] has 3 parts left.

[ You ] have 2 parts left.

Minho - [ Perfection ] is coming soon!

Jeongin & Seungmin [ Ghostface/Stalker ] part 2 (finale) is coming soon!

🗣️ If he keeps playin around like this the entire continent of Australia is about be populated with his offspring…by me. … Anyways credits to creator 🖤

[veltana]

In a desperate attempt to rescue your family from debt, you decide to auction yourself off. The alpha who purchases you turns out to be quite different from what you imagined, leading to a marriage that exists only on paper. However, when an omega moves in with an alpha who hasn't experienced a rut in years and is determined to keep things strictly professional despite his instincts, complications arise.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

[slowlysointernet]

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[mercy-thompson-fanfiction]

Could you do a story about what would be different between Bran and Mercy if Leah wasn't around.

Oof. As a teacher, I don’t particularly like this pairing in this context.  And there isn’t truly an opportunity for a world where Leah didn’t exist, naturally. But I shall try. It’s going to probably have to be in two parts, because I needed to give it a background.

I have gone ahead and put part one up here.

[simonsaysletsgo]

Todays Bran/Leah thoughts:

-Leah specifically doesn't cross her arms because she doesn't want Bran to see her as more uncomfortable or defensive than she already seems. She doesn't want him to feel bad about it, which makes me think that its (his guilt when she is uncomfortable) something they've struggled with in the past.

-Leah specifically avoids being close to Bran because she's scared of the difference when he pulls away from her afterwards. Implying that this has happened before when he has been more affectionate/comforting and then later pulled away.

I'm not sure what all this adds up to exactly but I think a lot about how Patty mentioned that their relationship was a pattern of behavior they both fell into. And how he was extremely protective of her when they first mated- specifically saying that guilt drove him harder than love did. Like obviously Leah is my girl and I'm forever pissed at Bran, but I don't actually think that the distance between them was 100% Bran enforced (though I think he started it and had the power to stop it at any time); Leah also specifically hides her pain and her struggles from him because she doesn't want him to feel guilty and she doesn't want him to comfort her because she fears he'll pull away again.

Bran genuinely seems to have no idea this is going on until it is literally unignorable and is surprised/frustrated when she keeps rejecting his help. And like clearly part of it is a bit of willful ignorance since he's a smart guy and really doesn't want to rock the boat since their relationship is so fundamental to his mental health. But I geniunely think that, somehow, Bran had no idea how much he was hurting her and Leah wanted to keep it that way because she was afraid he would do something about it (Leave her, temporarily show her affection and then rip it away ect) and in a different way, was also very afraid of rocking the boat. Somehow this also added up to a relationship where Leah geniunely thinks Bran dislikes her and will eventually leave her and she is delaying that meanwhile Bran is frustrated with her because he doesn't understand her behavior and has no idea what's going on in his own marriage, but feels he can't say/do anything because he doesn't want Leah to leave him and changing their relationship might jepordize that. In Wild Sign, Bran reveals that he actually has no idea what's going on with Leah to his son with much embarrassment, he doesn't know her history or her feelings or anything really and realizes Leah doesn't want him anywhere near this extremely personal issue and that the pattern they've fallen into is not working at all actually and opens the matebond.

Anyway I could think of their relationship all day I swear.

[ohbutwheresyourheart]

I just realised that Vergil's intro in DMC 5 is actually hilarious because he's given the intro of a rival character who has always been Just That Bit Better than Dante when in reality it's Dante who has been consistently handing Vergil's ass to him for like twenty years

[istanchan]

It’s been 5 days since I first watched this and I can’t stop thinking about it. THIS IS LITERALLY ROTTING MY BRAIN. This moment right here, in my humble opinion, is the core of a/b/o. Smell, especially smelling your partner and enjoying their scent is just so so intimate to me. It’s one of my favorite parts of a/b/o. Like scenting and scent marking, and especially here when one character finds the scent of another so desiring they feel entranced.

Up until this point Babe has been cocky and sure about it everything. He puts up a dominant front. But the second he picks up Charlie’s scent his demeanor shifts. The way Pavel is able to showcase this vulnerability and desire in his face just makes me want to scream. ITS SO GOOD. THEIR DYNAMIC>>

THIS MOMENT SPECIFICALLY, you know in fanfics when one character buries their face in the crook of the other characters neck, PAVEL DID IT EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINED IT TO LOOK.

Once babe realizes how Charlie’s scent is different he allows himself to fully enjoy the moment. It’s a vast difference from how he was during his sexual encounter with the other alpha at the start of the episode.

In conclusion I love a/b/o , no matter how cringey and dumb it is at times. And to see tropes of a/b/o happen on screen portrayed so so perfectly makes me feral. I can’t wait to see what the next few episodes hold.