#alpha beta omega universe

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

What Could Have Been

Summary: You've reached the age you can be chosen. Little do you know your future has been planned out from the start.

Pairing: Philip Graves x reader

Word Count: 7, 358 words

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, a/b/o, Omegaverse, Alternate Universe, AU of an AU, suggestive content, mentioned predatory behaviors towards a minor, Philip Graves is a major creep, reader has a set age for plot (she is an adult), dubcon (pushing noncon at the end) but it's muddy water because a/b/o, kissing, touching, lingerie, panic, coercion, virginity and purity culture, fade to black because I couldn't write smut for this

A/N: I am...very sorry for this. Honestly I've been debating posting it but I wrote 7k words and I don't want that to go to waste. This is very...dark. A lot is implied but there's still some fairly disturbing content because of those things. The reader is 18 in this because of plot, but it still feels very...icky. Definitely recommend reading Chapter 34 before reading this to understand the context. Not necessary to read. Just an AU what if kind of bit for the story.

Also if you're finding this and you've never seen my stuff before, Hi! I highly recommend reading Cherry Red, Crimson Blood first before this for context otherwise some things might not make sense. I suppose it could be read as a stand alone but still, context is nice to have

What Ifs Masterlist | Directory

“You’ve been chosen.” 

You had barely managed to get a bite in of breakfast when one of the staff members had pulled you away and led you to the director’s office. None of the omegas at FIOT particularly like him. He’s a small man, middle aged and balding. His scent is...not pleasant. Nutty with undertones of wet animals and whatever he ate for his meals that day. Every omega in the institute dreads being called to his office, being closed in with the offensive smell he permeates. 

You would have been experiencing that same disgust had it not been for your shock at his words. “What?” You breathe, eyes wide. 

“You’ve been chosen.” He repeats, folding his hands on his desk over a thin file. 

“So soon?” You ask, forgetting all decorum and manners you’ve had drilled into your head for two years. 

It’s your eighteenth birthday today. You just became old enough to be chosen a matter of hours ago. 

“This pack is very eager to claim you as their omega.” He says. “One of their betas will be by tomorrow to interview you.” 

Your heart flutters in your chest. While it’s shocking you were chosen so soon, this is what you had hoped for. Two years of training and drilling perfection into your head did pay off. You’ve hardly been on the available list more than a few hours and already there’s a pack interested in you. Something about it has a chill running down your spine, tickling at the base of your neck. You brush it off as shock at this all happening so soon. 

“You may return to breakfast.” The director says, going back to his paperwork. 

“Thank you, sir.” You say, exiting his office. 

It doesn’t feel like your feet touch the floor as you walk back to the mess hall, your body floating as you make your way through the halls. If tomorrow goes well, this will be the last day you spend in this building, this prison you’ve been confined to. They’ll be here as early as they can be tomorrow, if they’re this eager to choose you. 

The thought has something prickling in the back of your mind still. 

Who are they? Who is this eager to choose you? The must have known about you before you even showed up in the registry as being available. You’ve heard rumors that institutes will supply information about omegas to packs for the right price under the table. Information on omegas that aren’t old enough to be chosen. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if FIOT was one of those institutes. The packs that get their omegas here are packs that can pay a hefty price. There’s usually a waiting period while background checks are done and information has to be verified and packs have to interview with the director before omegas themselves can even be interviewed by the pack. You’ve seen it take weeks before. 

Whoever the alpha of this pack is...they knew about you before you became available. 

“What did the director want?” One of the omegas in your age group asks as you take your seat at the table again. Amanda. She cried for five days when she was brought in. 

The others at the table lean in close, like you’re about to reveal some big secret. 

“I’ve been chosen.” You tell them. The words almost seem like a foreign language on your tongue. 

They all cheer happily, getting looks from the wardens around the mess hall. 

“That’s amazing!” Chelsea says, wrapping her arms around you to squeeze you in a tight hug. 

“So soon?” Amanda asks as the congratulations die down. 

“Yeah.” You say. “They’re interviewing me tomorrow.” 

They all share looks, and you know they’re thinking the same thing you are. 

The rumors are true.

“Impressive, isn’t she?” The warden for your dorm group says, as if you’re not sitting there too. She’s responsible for overseeing the small group of eight omegas you’re a part of. She’s the most knowledgeable about the omegas under her watchful eyes, and it’s standard practice for the wardens to sit in on the interviews between the pack beta and the omega being chosen. 

“Quite.” The beta says, looking over your thick file. Bryan, he’d introduced himself as. He’d shaken your hand, something you hadn’t been expecting. He acknowledged you as existing right away, something that doesn’t happen often in the stories you’ve heard about interviews, stories from omegas that had made it this far in the process, but were rejected in the end. “Excellent scores, quite extensive essays.” He says, flipping through the file. He’s not really looking at it. You can see his eyes just scanning the pages. He already knows. He came into the building with his answer. 

Whoever his alpha is has already seen your file. 

He closes the file, pushing it forward on the table. He’s looking at you. You can feel his eyes on you. Yours are lowered respectfully, no matter how badly you want to stare back at him. 

“To be honest, my alpha already made his decision before I got here.” Bryan says, leaning his arms on the table. “Your profile was enough to convince him.” 

“So, you’d like to move forward with the process?” Warden Jameson asks. 

“Yes.” He says, nodding. “She’s going to be a perfect fit.” 

You glance up at him, a warm smile on his face as he stares at you. It’s really happening. You really have been chosen. 

The next hour is a flurry of paperwork and signatures. None from you, of course, but from the beta of your new pack. The paperwork would be sent to your new alpha to sign off on and to finalize the decision once you meet him. No one has ever been sent back after that point, yet you can’t help the nervous flutter in your stomach. What if they don’t like you after all? What if they made a hasty decision and regret it as soon as they meet you? What if you mess everything up?

You follow Bryan and the director towards the entrance to the building, something you haven’t seen since your tour after your arrival. It’s off limits to omegas, several locked doors standing between them and freedom. 

Or more like to keep others out. 

There’s someone at the front desk as you pass by, and you turn to look out of curiosity. It’s a middle aged woman with blonde hair, dressed in a business suit. “Kate Laswell, here for an appointment with Director Jones.” 

You don’t get to hear anything else, ushered out into the world by the director. You’ve heard how giddy he gets about omegas leaving from staff, though you supposed that’s because it’s extra money in his pockets. The more omegas he can match and get out of FIOT, the more the government pays him. 

“I’m looking forward to hearing how she’s settling in.” The director says to Bryan as he hands off your small bag of meager belongings. 

“Of course.” Bryan says, setting it in the front seat of the car waiting out front. “My alpha will be in touch.” 

“Good.” He shakes Bryan’s hand before turning to you. “Good luck. I expect the best from you.” 

“Thank you, sir.” You say, dropping your gaze out of respect. 

Bryan opens the car door for you and you slide in, smoothing out your skirt. You’re still in your uniform, and you won’t be able to change until you get to where you’re going. If they let you change. It’s important they remember where you came from, where you were taught the things you’re supposed to know, where you were trained to be the perfect omega. As if they could forget where they paid for you. 

Bryan drives away from the institute, taking you away from the place that’s been your home for the last two years. It’s the first time you’ve been outside those walls since you were forced in, ripped away from your home the day after your presentation. You’ve thought about your family many times over the last two years. Where are they now? How are they doing? What have your siblings been up to? Have any of them presented as omegas too? 

Maybe your new alpha will let you contact them again. 

It’s wishful thinking. Most don’t. Not the kinds of alphas that buy from FIOT. 

“Nervous?” Bryan asks, glancing at you through the rearview mirror. 

“Yes, sir.” You say, smoothing your hands over your skirt. You’re projecting your scent without even realizing it. “Sorry, sir.” 

He smiles. “I don’t blame you. I’d be nervous too. Don’t worry, though. You’re going to a good place.” 

Despite his well meaning words, you can’t help but feel a bit of trepidation. Is it a good place? Or is it only a good place by beta’s standards? He can’t possibly know, he can’t possibly understand, unless there’s other omegas. 

You’re almost excited by the thought of being around other omegas in a pack. Having that chance to have friends and bond with others like you who know. Those who understand. 

You can’t help but stare as Bryan pulls into the parking garage of a very nice hotel. The cars in the parking garage are some of the most expensive you’ve ever seen. You’re not surprised, given the types of alphas that choose omegas from FIOT. Rich, important alphas looking for trophies to wave around. 

Look at me, look at my perfect omega. 

Bryan opens your door for you, helping you out of the car. He’s holding your bag in his hand, using the other to guide you towards the elevator. His hand is warm, even though your back is beginning to sweat a bit. You’re really nervous now, but you try to keep your scent under control. 

Your new life is about to begin, the life of a claimed omega. 

Unless they don’t like you. 

You have to do everything in your power to make sure they do.

The elevator ride seems to take a lifetime as you go up to a high floor overlooking the city. You’ve never stayed in a hotel this nice before. You’ve never even been in a building with this many floors before. 

Bryan leads you down the hall to a door, using the keycard to open it. He gives you a reassuring smile before pushing it open and guiding you through. It’s a suite, possibly the nicest hotel room you’ve ever seen. Bryan leads you to the small living area, the man you assume is your alpha seated on one of the couches. He’s sitting there casually, ankle crossed over his knee, his arm thrown over the back of the couch. There’s a grin on his face, your eyes widening as you stare at him. 

“Phil?” 

It comes out before you can stop it, all training and decorum leaving as you stare at him in shock. His smile widens, showing off perfect white teeth and dimples. He’s a bit older now than he had been back then, but it is him. 

“Hi darlin’.” He says, pushing himself up to stand. “Been a while.” 

Ten years or so. He was your dad’s best friend while he was stationed in Texas. He was at your house constantly, sitting around watching sports and standing in the backyard while your father barbequed. He was always friendly to you, always sitting just a little too close, always hovering. You hadn’t thought anything about it back then. You were too young to understand. 

Now you do. 

You drop your gaze as he approaches, trying to recover from your shock. You still have an impression to make, a role to fill. Calloused fingers cup your chin, lifting your face back up. You stare up into Phil’s bright blue eyes, just as friendly as you remember them being. 

“None of that.” He says softly. “We’re familiar with each other, aren’t we?” 

“Yes, sir.” You say, swallowing thickly. 

A small smile tugs at his lips before he releases you. “Come on, make yourself comfortable.” He motions to the couches. “We've got a few things to discuss.”

Nerves twist in your stomach as you move to the couches, tucking your skirt under you before you sit. The couch is comfortable, your body sinking into the cushion. It's far more comfortable than the chairs and benches at the institute. He takes a seat right next to you, draping an arm across the back of the couch behind you. 

His fingers curl under your chin again, turning your head so you're looking at him. Those bright blue eyes scan your face, taking in every detail.

“Those pictures didn't do you any justice.” He says. Your file is sitting on the table in front of you. “You've always been a pretty little thing.” His thumb traces your jaw, your stomach churning. “Look like your mom more than your dad. That's certainly not a bad thing.” He smirks. 

He holds you there for a moment staring into your eyes. Something tickles in the back of your mind as he stares at you, something instinctual like a warning. He releases you, dropping his hand back onto his lap. 

“It's good to see you again.” He says, the fingers of the hand behind you playing with the strands of your hair. “A lot has changed, hasn't it? I got old, you became an omega. I always knew you would. Your temperament wasn't right for an alpha. Always so calm and eager to please. You weren't rowdy like your brothers. Always such a sweet little thing.” His fingers trail over the back of one of your hands where it's draped in your lap. Your stomach clenches at his touch, something churning inside you, something you haven't felt since the last time you were around him. “You didn't deserve the way he treated you. It wasn't your fault for becoming what you are.”

He's talking about your father. 

“How did you-”

“I was the one he called.” Phil says simply. “Raging and carrying on about his useless child presenting as an omega.” He shakes his head. “So I pulled some strings, promised some favors, and got you into FIOT immediately, with the stipulation that you would be mine as soon as you were old enough.” He grins. “Now here we are!”

You swallow thickly, staring at him. “It was you?”

He nods. “Had to make sure you'd be taken care of until I could come yet you myself. Now you’re here.” His arm wraps tighter around you, the hand that had been brushing yours dropping to wrap around your thigh. You stare up at him as he leans down slightly closer to you. He smells just like you remember. Woody with the rich scent of chocolate underneath. “I will take care of you.” He says, looking pointedly into your eyes. “You'll want for nothing and you'll be happy.”

Will you? 

You break away first, your eyes dropping to stare at the hand that’s gripping your thigh, fingers indenting the skin through your tights. It feels like a threat, a silent reminder of the power dynamic between you, something he won’t say out loud. He’s an alpha, you’re only an omega. He has control over you, he can dictate your entire life now that you’ve been chosen by him. You belong to him, just as he’s wanted. 

He’s been waiting longer than two years. 

“You hungry?” He asks, his entire demeanor suddenly shifting. 

You are hungry. You had left the institute just before lunch, and you had barely been able to eat breakfast because of the nerves. You nod, deciding telling the truth is better than to try to lie to him early on. “Yes, sir.” 

He gives you a grin. “You don’t have to be so formal. You can call me Phil, just like old times.” He finally releases you, leaning forward to grab a tri-fold menu off the table. “Pick whatever you like.” He says, putting it in your hands. “I’ll be right back.” 

He gets up from the couch and you watch him go before turning back to the menu. The prices make your stomach churn. Your family wasn’t necessarily poor, but with so many of you, you certainly weren’t taking very many vacations very often. Your family moved around so much there wasn’t much of a need to take vacations either. 

You’re not even sure what to do, looking at the menu. What was acceptable? What if you ordered something too expensive. With a hotel room like this, you’re not sure you could order something too expensive. You’re not even quite sure what Phil does anymore. You remember overhearing a conversation he had with your dad about joining MARSOC before he disappeared from your lives. Is he still involved with the military? Did he leave and enter a new career field, one that allows him to stay in places like this? 

You might never know. It’s not your job to know things like that. 

You just need to know how to serve your alpha and take care of him, follow his orders and give him pups when he desires them. Be a good omega and do whatever it is he wants. Your wants don’t matter, only your alpha’s. 

“Decide what you want?” Phil asks, appearing in front of you again. 

You jump in surprise, having been so caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed him approaching. You’ll have to break that habit and fast. “Yes.” You say, even though you hadn’t even read through the menu in its entirety. 

You try to stop your hands from shaking, picking out the first thing your eyes land on. You’re not even quite sure what it is or if you’ll like it. You needed an answer and you gave it to him. Just exactly what he wanted. 

That is your job, after all. 

Give him exactly what he wants. 

The bed looks plush and comfortable, larger than you’ve slept on in a long time. The beds at FIOT weren’t too terribly uncomfortable, but you’ve gotten so used to sharing a room it seems strange to be sleeping on your own. 

That’s not the only reason it feels strange. 

“Are you not going to-” 

Phil cuts you off before you can finish, not even needing to know what you were going to ask. “No. Not here.” He says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s for when we’re at home. Besides,” He smooths a hand over your hair. “You’ve had a long day.” 

He stares down at you for a moment, and you almost think he’s changing his mind, deciding he can’t wait until you’re back in Texas. Instead he takes a step back, turning to the dresser your bag had been set on. There’s other shopping bags next to it, things you hadn't even noticed when you walked in. 

You had been too focused on the bed. 

“Bryan picked up some clothes.” He turns back to look at you, his hand trailing down your back. “As cute as the uniform is, I’d rather you be comfortable.” 

You can see it in his eyes. He’s picturing you in it, and not standing before him. It makes your skin crawl. 

“Get some sleep.” He says, moving his hand from your lower back. “We’ve got an early flight tomorrow. You need anything, I’m across the hall and Bryan’s next door.” 

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Thank you, Phil.” 

He grins down at you, dimples indenting in his cheeks. “Of course, darlin’.” 

You stare at the door for a minute after he closes it, holding your breath. You half expect him to come back in, change his mind and decide he’d rather do it here. He could barge in, force you down on the bed and you wouldn’t be able to do anything. You’re not supposed to do anything. 

Good omegas do as they’re told. Good omegas don’t fight back. 

You wish the door had a lock on it. 

You jolt awake as you’re jostled in your seat. You let out a quiet sound, not quite sure where you even are, much less what’s going on. 

“Just a bit of turbulence.” A voice says, pushing your head to rest against a shoulder again. 

Right. You’re on a plane heading towards Dallas. You didn’t realize you fell asleep, your head resting on Phil’s shoulder. He smells like scent blockers, all three of you do. The plane is a cocktail of scents, the chemical burn of scent blocker mixed with the ugly mesh of too many scents in one confined space. Not everyone has the decency to use scent blockers while traveling. You’ve always hated planes for that reason. 

You stretch your legs out as much as you can, your knee bumping the tray lightly. It had been lowered, you assume, at some point while you were asleep. Your book is sitting on it, the book you had been reading before you fell asleep. It’s the only one you own, a worn out copy you stole from FIOT’s library during your first week and never returned. The cover is faded and nearly falling off, the pages yellowed and stiff from how many times it’s been read over the last two years. 

You’d had a brief discussion about it before you descended into silence, Phil promising you all the books your heart desires once you get to his home. Your home. 

It’s your home now too. You’re no longer attached to your family, no longer attached to the institute. Phil is your world now, and you exist solely in his sphere. You’re dependent on him, and once the claim is made and the paperwork is filed, you will be his forever. 

There won’t be any going back. 

Phil will never change his mind. 

The plane jostles again and you grip the arm resting on your leg out of instinct. 

“Easy.” Phil shushes you, his lips brushing your forehead. His hand closes around yours, squeezing it gently. “Haven’t flown much, have you?” 

“Twice.” You say, your fully awake brain realizing you’re still leaning against his shoulder, but you’re not sure you should move. He obviously likes it if he let it happen. Will he get mad if you try to move? Would he reprimand you on the plane, even if you are quite spaced out in first class? 

He hums, resting his cheek on your head. “We’ll go on lots of flights together. I’ll take you all over the world.” 

Would he take you to see your family again? 

They were friends once. He has to at least know where they are and what they’re doing. Would he do that for you? Or is he going to keep you isolated as expected to prevent those bonds from forming again. Your only bonds should be with him and his pack. Not your old pack that you left behind for a reason. 

You don’t know anything about his pack. 

You know he has a beta, Bryan, his most trusted beta, from the looks of it. How many others are there? How many other alphas and betas? Is he head alpha, or is there someone else? You can’t imagine Phil not being in charge. He always seemed to take command of a room, even with other alphas. Even with your dad. 

Are there other omegas in his pack? Or will you be alone, surrounded by alphas and betas? 

Can you even ask him? Or is he saving that for later, when you’re at his home. Would he get annoyed if you asked? Would it ruin his plan that he obviously has laid out? 

Your name being said brings you back to reality, your head tilting to look up at Phil. He’s staring down at you, his eyebrows raised. 

“Welcome back.” He says, and for a second you wonder if you fell asleep again. “Lost in your head there, huh?” 

You swallow thickly. “Yeah. My instructors said I have a lot of strengths, but my one fault is I think too much. Sometimes they’d say I’m sucking all the thoughts out of the room. Though, I think that was less of an insult towards me.” 

Phil chuckles. “Got a lot of things going on in that head of yours. Just don’t let it get you too distracted. Hate for something to happen to you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead again as the plane begins its descent. 

His words almost feel like a threat again, like a silent warning that something will happen if you don’t stop thinking so much. Will he try to fix that habit for you? Will he try to break you of that? Good omegas don’t have to think, they know and they act. An omega with too many thoughts is too independent. Alphas don’t like independent omegas. They want someone to listen and do as they're told, not question their orders. 

You can’t help but sense the silent threat that radiates from him, the undertone of danger that has warning bells going off in your head. He’s been nice and polite and caring so far. 

How long will that last once you’re in the privacy of his home? 

It’s a nice neighborhood. Nicer than you’ve ever lived in, at least. The houses are big, the cars parked outside are nice, the lawns are pristine. It’s all very picturesque, it all feels very...manufactured. 

Phil drives to the end of the cul de sac, pulling into the driveway of one of the two houses facing the rest of the street. There’s an American flag hung up on the porch rustling with the soft breeze. It’s warm outside, something you haven’t missed. It’s been years since you’ve lived in Texas, ten almost. You had been eight years old when your father received his next change of station orders and your family packed up and moved again. 

That had just been shortly after Phil disappeared from your family’s lives. 

Phil pulls into the garage, parking the SUV next to a rather expensive looking classic sports car. You stare at it for a moment, questioning just what Phil does and how much he makes from doing it. You’re not sure you want to know. 

You fumble with the seatbelt as Bryan opens the door for you, blinking yourself out of your haze. He offers a hand and you let him help you out of the car to not seem rude. Phil gives you a small smile as you approach him. 

He cups your chin, staring down at your face. “Jet lagged?” He asks, his thumb stroking your jaw before letting you go. 

Jet lagged, confused, uncomfortable, unsure. All of the above. 

“Yes.” You nod. 

“Come on. I’ll give you a tour and then you can nap.” He says, slinging an arm around your shoulders. 

He opens the door into the house, unlocked, you note. The inside is nice. Clean, pristine, staged looking. You’re not sure if anyone even lives in the house. You can’t help but wonder if Phil bought this house just for this moment. 

“Cleaners come twice a week.” He says as he leads you around the first floor. “This whole space is yours, except for this room.” He says pointing out a door at the end of one hallway. “This is my office. Door’s always locked at all times. No one is allowed in besides me. You see anyone trying to get in, you tell me right away. Understood?” 

You nod. The idea of what could be behind that door has a shiver running down your spine.

“Good girl.” He says, booping your nose. “Now, for the best part.” 

He leads you upstairs, giving you a quick tour of guest bedrooms that don’t look like they’ve been touched, bathrooms far too clean to have ever been used. Why he needs so much space is beyond you. 

No, you know why. 

He leads you down to the end of a hallway, a door looming in front of you. You know what’s behind it. It’s what’s been clawing at you since the plane landed, since the drive from the airport, since you stepped foot in Phil’s home. Your home. 

It’s nice inside. Clean, well organized. It looks like a stage in a movie. The bed is large, larger than necessary you think. The comforter is a deep navy with nothing but the necessary amount of pillows on it. There’s a chair in the corner that doesn’t look like it’s ever been sat in. A TV hangs on the wall across from the bed and a dresser sits between two doors on the far wall. The closet and bathroom you assume. It’s spacious, but not comforting. 

That’s your job. 

“Don’t worry, you can add your womanly touch to it later.” Phil says, stepping up behind you. You can’t hide the way your body tenses as his hands slide up your arms. His breath fans over your ear as he leans down, pressing his face against your neck. “We’re going to make good use of this room.” His lips brush your throat, tongue darting out to lick your scent gland. He hums appreciatively. “Sweeter than I remember, those strawberries.” His arms wrap around you, pinning your back against his chest. “We were made for each other.” 

Your stomach clenches as his scent intensifies, blending with yours. You try not to panic as his lips drag up the side of your neck. There’s no stopping him. There’s no convincing him to wait. 

He presses his nose into your hair, taking a deep breath in. “Get some rest.” He finally releases you. “I’ve got some things to take care of, and I don’t doubt the girls will want to take you shopping.” 

“Girls?” You frown, turning to face him. 

“The other pack omegas. They’re excited to finally meet you.” 

Oh. You haven’t even thought about the pack or how big it is or its dynamics. Everything has happened so quickly, there’s been no time for discussions like that. You suppose you should have that conversation soon. Though, it’s been a long day already and he’s not wrong. You do need some rest. 

‘A good night’s sleep is essential for omegas to do their jobs effectively. No alpha wants a whiny omega.’ 

He brushes his hand over your hair, giving you a soft smile. “Take a nap. You look like you need one.” He presses a kiss to your forehead before he leaves, closing the door behind him. You stare at it for a long moment, half expecting him to change his mind, but you can hear him going down the stairs. You can hear everything in the silence of the house. It’s almost too quiet after the constant noise of the institute. There’s always someone talking, moving around, making noise. Even at night it was never truly quiet. 

Now the silence is almost loud in your ears. 

It won’t be silent forever. 

You stare at the bed, half tempted to just curl up on the floor. He would be mad if you slept in one of the guest rooms. He’d know immediately. You’ll have to brave the bed. Better to do it now than when you have no choice. 

“Look at you!” Hands squeeze your arms. There’s so many scents floating around you, yet it’s comforting. You’re among your own again. “Oh, you’re just a baby aren’t you?” 

Natalie, her name is. You had been introduced in a flurry of excitement, and you had lost track of most of their names. Doesn’t matter, you’ll learn them all eventually. 

Her alpha is Osmond, ‘Oz’ as he’d told you to call him, Phil’s second alpha. Not necessarily a large man, but highly intimidating nonetheless. You’d guess Natalie to be in her 30s, though you’ve never been good at guessing ages. 

“How old are you, sweetie?” She asks, squeezing your arms again. She’s trying to comfort you in your obvious state of overwhelm. 

“Eighteen.” You answer, staring up at her. 

Something flashes across her face, but it disappears as quickly as it arrived. “You are a baby.” She wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, we’ve got a lot to cover and we’ve got some errands to run.” 

There’s a lot of omegas. Phil had finally broken down the pack and its dynamics over a late lunch, even introducing you to a few members on your way to Oz’s house. You had your suspicions that Phil was pack alpha, and you were right. His presence, the kind of power he radiates. You’re going to be the head omega once Phil has claimed you. Natalie has been serving that position, as second alpha’s omega. 

You’re not sure you want to take it from her. 

They’re all older than you, if by only a couple of years. You do feel like a baby in their midst, so unprepared and unsure. It’s natural to feel that way, you were taught. There’s a shift, a change in dynamics, an adjustment period in the pack when a new omega is added. 

Why couldn’t Phil have just been the family alpha type?

“Phil says you’ve known him for a while.” Anna, Marcus’ omega, says. 

You nod. “He was friends with my dad when he was stationed in Fort Worth.” 

“That was a while ago.” Jenny says. 

“About ten years.” You say. 

Silence falls in the room for a moment. It’s a tense silence, speaking volumes of their understanding and the realization of the situation. They won’t say anything. They can’t say anything. 

“Well,” Natalie says, breaking the silence. “We’re glad you’re here. If you need anything at all, you’ve got us now.” She wraps her arms around you again. She reminds you a bit of your mother, perhaps if your mother hadn’t been constrained by the controlling nature of your father. “All omegas truly have is each other, right?” 

The others agree with her, and you can’t deny it. What do omegas really have? Nothing their alphas don’t want them to have. Nothing parents, institutes, anyone in control don’t want them to have. 

All we really have is each other. 

“I mean it.” Natalie says. “Anything at all.” 

They are excited to take you shopping, despite the heaviness of the conversation that had transpired. They spoil you, throwing bags and bags in the back of the SUV, brushing off any concerns about money. Anything you want or need, you get several of them. It’s overwhelming after never getting anything but the bare necessities and what the institute wants you to have. 

Marcus, one of the higher ranking alphas in the pack, follows everyone around like a security detail. You had been concerned upon hearing only one alpha was accompanying you...until you saw Marcus for the first time. He’s big. Very big. Tall and bulky, he’s the perfect specimen of an alpha. Many young omegas’ dream alpha. Marcus is intimidating, letting off a dangerous air which causes most that pass your group to not even give you a second glance. 

He escorts your small group around, offering up no question or complaint. You almost wish he was going to be your alpha, but then again, you know almost nothing about him. You don’t even really know that much about Phil. Most of the things you know are things you overheard from conversations he had with your father. But how trustworthy are those things, really? You hadn’t understood much until now. Now it all makes sense. 

A lot of things make sense now. 

Natalie stands with you on the sidewalk as Marcus and Bryan carry load after load of bags into Phil’s house. Your house. You’re scared for what’s coming tonight. Phil won’t wait. He won’t put things off, he won’t hold off until your first heat. He’ll want to make things official now, stake his claim as soon as possible. He’s waited ten years for this. 

Natalie smiles softly down at you, a knowing look in her eyes. “Nervous?” She asks, picking up on your uneasy energy. 

You nod, trying to stop the tears from pooling in your eyes. Good omegas serve their alphas, no matter what. 

“I know what that’s like. I was scared shitless too.” She laughs quietly. “I think Oz was just as nervous too. Just relax and breathe. Phil will take care of you. That I can be confident about.” Her smile turns almost bittersweet. She knows. She understands. “You’ll be alright. I’ll come by tomorrow morning, okay?” 

You nod, trying to suppress your nervousness. Natalie will understand, though you’re not so sure Phil will. 

You look terrified as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You bathed an hour ago and yet you still can’t quite bring yourself to leave the bathroom. You smooth your hands over the silk hugging your skin for the thousandth time. You’re shocked you haven’t worn through the thin fabric yet with your sweaty palms. 

Your eyes dart down to the sink, your stomach churning wildly as the bedroom door closes. Phil is back. You’ll have to leave the bathroom soon. You can’t spend the whole night behind the locked door. 

You don’t doubt he���d break it down eventually. 

Then he’ll be angry. 

You let out a long breath, curling your hands into fists to stop them from shaking. You have to do this. This is your job, your duty as an omega. Serve your alpha and make him happy. Be a good omega and do what he says. Obedience is an omega’s purpose. This is always what was going to happen, be it with Phil or with a stranger. Perhaps there is a small comfort in the fact you know Phil. You’re familiar with him. Why would he wait ten years for you just to hurt you? 

The little food you managed to eat churns uncomfortably in your stomach. Phil had treated you to dinner before he’d left again, giving you time to clean up and prepare yourself for tonight. For right now. 

You spritz more scent-enhancing perfume on your skin before you let out a long breath. You try to fix your face, not look quite so terrified, but you’re not sure you can hold it as you unlock the door, turning the knob. 

The light in the closet is on, the door half open. Phil must be in there, likely having to maneuver around bags. You’d unpacked some things and put them away, but you’d nearly had a breakdown when you reached the lingerie store bags. You’re wearing some of it now, the silk robe and little white number your fellow omegas had gotten you. Specifically for tonight, you think. You won’t be wearing it again. 

The closet door opens fully, Phil standing there in nothing but his jeans. His eyes trail your body as you stand there awkwardly in the middle of the room. His teeth sink into his lip, his scent thickening. You’re trying to look anywhere but at him but you can’t help the way your eyes are drawn to his form. He’s just as tall and muscular as you remember, more lean than bulky like your father had been. His skin is pale, though you can’t imagine him spending much time lounging in the backyard by the pool. Under the awning at the grill with a beer in hand as he used to do, that you can picture. 

“Look at you.” He says, turning off the light before stepping fully out of the closet. “All wrapped up like a present just for me.” 

You feel like vomiting as he approaches you slowly. You feel like a rabbit trapped in the sights of a hungry wolf, too afraid to run, too afraid to fight back. You’re going to be devoured and there’s no stopping it. 

You jump as his hand cups your face, your eyes darting up to his. There’s a soft look in them, an attempt at soothing your fear. There’s nothing he can do to make this easier, though, other than just get it over with. 

It’ll get easier. That’s what Anna told you. Eventually your omega will be happy, content with a good alpha and a pack. It’s just an adjustment. That’s why it’s recommended to wait when adding a new omega. Get past the adjustment period before reaching this stage. 

How do you stop an alpha that’s been waiting ten years? 

Most alphas don’t wait anyway. 

“Don’t be scared, darlin’.” He says, lips tilting up in a smile. “I’ll take good care of you.” 

His fingers tug at the ties of the robe around your waist, your heart thudding in your chest. You’re shocked he can’t hear it. It’s pulsing in your ears, nearly blocking out all sound as he pulls the tie free, revealing your lacy lingerie underneath. He lets out a low whistle as he pushes the robe off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. 

“Look. At. You.” He says, enunciating each word. His hands slide down your sides, brushing lace and smooth skin. “Can’t wait much longer.” He nearly groans, his gaze darkening. He steps up closer to you, your gaze locked on his. You can’t look down, you can’t stare at the tent in his jeans, you can’t stare at the bulge that’s brushing against your pelvis with every breath. “You ever done this before?” He asks. 

You shake your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. “N-No.” 

“No?” He raises a brow. “Not even a kiss?” 

You shake your head. 

“Pure little thing, all for me.” He nearly growls, pushing his body fully against yours. His hand cups the side of your neck, something tingling in the back of your brain as his fingers brush the sensitive skin on the back of your neck. 

You’re distracted from that tingle though as he kisses you, his lips rough against yours. You’re not sure what to do, but he doesn’t seem to care. His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you tight against him. Your stomach is churning, not entirely from nerves anymore as his scent completely takes over, clouding your mind. Despite your nerves and hesitation, your omega purrs appreciatively. He smells good, like alpha. It’s exactly what your omega wants, what she’s been craving. 

“Fuck,” He groans against your lips, hands tugging at the lace covering your lower back. “So fucking sweet.” He bites at your lower lip, harder than you're expecting. You let out a quiet nose but that only seems to encourage him. 

He pulls away from you, turning you towards the bed. Your palms fall against the mattress to catch yourself. The comforter has been pulled down, your hands falling against the sheets. White sheets. 

Phil’s hands drag up your back until it reaches the top of the lace. He rips it easily, tearing it down the back before he pushes it off your shoulders. His hands run over your skin as he pushes the lace from your body, his back meeting your chest. His skin is warm against yours, his bulge pushing up against your ass at this angle. 

“Sweet little omega.” He growls, pressing his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. “All for me. All mine, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, alpha.” You say, fingers curling into the sheet beneath your hands. 

He hums appreciatively, nipping at the skin over your scent gland. You can’t help but begin to feel a stirring in your stomach. It feels good, despite everything. Your omega is growing complacent, the promise of what’s coming not nearly quite so frightening. 

It gets easier. 

Phil’s hands rest on your stomach, pushing your body tight against his. “Can’t wait for your next heat.” He groans, pushing his hips against your ass. “Gonna pump you full until it takes, give you a pup like you’ll be begging for. Keep you pumped full, just like your mama, huh. You’ll give me a big pack, won’t you?” 

You’re glad he can’t see your face as he holds you there, your eyes glued to the white sheet in front of you. You desperately fight back the tears blurring your vision. 

“Yes, alpha.” 

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[medusapelagia]

14 The betrothal

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Lake), @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: prince and princess ), @aug-kissed (prompt: Hand Kiss) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: omegaverse, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Beta Robin Buckley, violence, blood and injuries, vomit Words: 1563

If Steve was a proper omega he wouldn't be on that stupid carriage, to be shipped from Loch Nora's Kingdom to Forest Park like an unwanted pack.

A proper omega would honor his family, stay home, cross-stitch animals and flowers, and learn poems and music. But Steve never was a proper omega and after he rejected his last suitor his father told him that he wasted his last opportunity to choose a proper alpha and that he was going to find one willing to take in a rebel omega like him.

Male omegas are a blessing and a curse: they are very rare, so Steve's father was able to ask for a high dowry from whoever wanted to marry him, but there weren't many alphas willing to tie their life to a male omega. 

Steve has heard talking about Forest Park. A lot. And never in a good way.

They have a very bad reputation, but they are rich, so Steve has no doubt that his father got a really good dowry for selling him to those people. Well, not selling, betrothing him.

Thankfully, Robin is coming with him. Moving from one Kingdom to another and being completely alone would have been terrible, at least his beta best friend is trying to make him laugh by making silly comments and distract him from the long journey.

Even if the carriage is big and cozy, spending hours sitting on a carriage isn't that comfortable, and Steve's royal ass is in pain.

He doesn't even have enough space to stretch his long legs because in the carriage with them, there are the two guards King Munson himself sent to escort the future bride.

The guards are heavily armed, as they were expecting something to happen, and Steve isn't totally surprised. After all, Forest Hill has a terrible reputation. Their King was an outlaw before he rebelled and became king by killing everyone and conquering the castle, so Steve isn't really looking forward to moving in the same bed with a notorious assassin. But it’s not his choice anymore.

Savages, that's the kindest word Steve’s mom used to define those people, while what everyone thought but none dared to speak out loud was that King Munson was the new Warlord.

A warlord. Not a high-born, just a man with enough power and money to hire the strongest knight and mercenaries to help him keep his power. And Steve is going to get married to a Warlord’s son, or nephew, he's not really sure. Bloodlines are mixed in their Kingdom and they don't give a fuck about dynasties and the only blood that they care about is the one the blood spit by their enemies.

Steve has heard terrible stories about how cruel and violent those people are. One of Steve's servants has told him that Prince Munson killed his first wife with his own hands because she wasn't too sick to give him a child.

Being a male omega Steve knows he can bear pups, even if his heats are irregular and it's harder for him than for other omegas, but he never thought that the ability to bear a child or not could have been the cause of his premature death.

His scent gets sour and acrid while he thinks about the monster that he's supposed to wed. Maybe he should have been more pliant with his previous suitor. Lord Hagan wasn’t that bad after all. A little bit too presumptuous for Steve’s taste but he doubts he would have had him killed if he wasn’t able to bear a child.

"You ok? Do you want to take a break? Stretch your legs a bit?" Robin proposes, drawing soothing circles with her thumb on Steve's hand.

"Yeah, that would be nice." He confirms, rubbing a hand through his hair.

"No break and no stretching. We are still in hostile territory." One of the guards replies without even looking at Steve.

"Couldn't we stop just for a moment?" Robin insists, "We have been on this stupid carriage for hours!"

But an arrow flying through the window and ending his journey a few inches from her face makes her shut up.

"Stay down!" One guard yells, yanking Steve toward the carriage’s floor so abruptly that he falls badly on his own wrist, spraining it, but he doesn't have time to yelp because the carriage stops in the middle of the woods.

"Stay inside!" The first guard yells, jumping out of the carriage and drawing his sword. For a moment Steve catches a glimpse of a bloodied body staring blankly at him with a long arrow in the one eye socket.

"It's ok. It's ok." Robin tries to soothe him, releasing beta relaxing pheromones, but the other guard stops her, complaining that he can't afford to get relaxed by her pheromones, so Steve and Robin hug each other, trying to hide themselves from the attackers.

"He's here!" Someone yells, kicking the carriage door open, but the second guard is quick to pierce the intruder from side to side, what he wasn't expecting was someone else opening the door on the opposite side and grabbing Steve with no kindness, yanking him by his hair.

Robin screams, reaching out toward Steve, the guard turns his head just for a moment and another attacker takes his chance to stab him in the leg while Robin keeps screaming, but the clenching of the metal armor is so loud that Steve almost can't hear her.

A strong hit on the back of his head makes everything turn a warm black and he loses consciousness.

***

When he opens his eyes, Steve is surprised to find himself resting with his back against a big oak tree. In front of him the bluest lake he ever saw.

He puts down his hand, trying to get up, but immediately desists when a bright pain makes him whimper.

"I would stay put if I were you. Your wrist is sprained and you took a nasty hit to the head. Are you feeling dizzy?"

Steve startles, looking around himself, and finally finds a tall man with dark eyes and a nasty scar on his face staring at him with an amused smile.

His kidnapper!

The omega tries to crawl backward, but the unknown man is right, his wrist hurts too much and he still feels lightheaded.

"I think I'm going to puke…" he mutters, before turning on his side and emptying his stomach on the green grass.

Surprisingly, his kidnapper is quickly at his side, holding his hair out of his face, whispering encouraging words while he holds him to his chest with one arm.

When Steve's body gets limp into the kidnapper's arms, he takes a moment to breathe in his scent.

Embers and earth.

An alpha.

A proper omega should never be left alone with an alpha who's not family!

Steve tries to wriggle out of the stranger's hold, but he gently chuckles and pushes Steve's neck closer to the scent gland on his neck, "You're fine, omega. Nothing to worry about."

"I'm betrothed." He objects in a soft voice, while the alpha pheromones make him pliant and docile.

"That's what you're worried about? your honor?" The unknown alpha chuckles. 

He has a nice laugh, Steve decided in his drugged state of mind, and he smells delicious. No other alpha ever smelled so good to him.

Steve must have said something because a very pleased rumble comes from the alpha's chest.

"You don't smell bad yourself, sweetheart." 

Steve should be ashamed of himself, but the alpha's sturdy body is holding him tight and for the first time in his life he feels safe in an alpha's embrace.

"That's good. Come on, sip some water for me to wash away that bad taste."

The omega prince doesn't really know if the alpha is using his alpha's voice, or if he's already scentdrunk or whatever, but the only thing he wants to do is obey this alpha.

Steve spits a few times to clean his mouth from the horrible taste and then drinks some water, while the alpha keeps holding him tight.

The man’s wearing a beaten armor, stained with blood, and for a moment Steve wonders if he will kill him, but the way he keeps holding him makes him think that he’s affected by Steve’s scent as he is from his.

They aren't left alone for long. When Steve turns his head someone is riding toward them. Too many people.

Steve turns toward the alpha with eyes wide with worry, "You have to go. My future husband will kill you. He's a warlord! He won't be pleased you kidnapped me!"

"Kidnapped?" The alpha asks, staring with confusion at the omega, feeling Steve's head with gentle fingers, "How badly did they hurt you, omega?" he asks worriedly, and this time is Steve's turn to frown in confusion.

“I might not look so but I’m a prince. And I was on my way to wed the Forest Park’s Warlord's son. If they catch you, they’ll kill you.”

Eddie bursts out in a loud laugh, shaking Steve who quietly complains of being jostled by the huge Alpha's body.

"Let me introduce myself," the alpha says, grabbing Steve's uninjured hand and kissing the palm of his hand in the most chivalrous way, "I'm Edward Munson, King Munson's nephew, your betrothal." 

[malriex]

A/B/O Head Cannons

These is a unique habit that can only be found in Alphas and Omegas, however these are a Red Flag that could indicate to either undiagnosed mental illness or trauma. This is very concerning as it could lead to hurt themselves and others. Must seek medical professional if these habits are shown.

Alphas :

Constant biting of their partner

This indicates that someone had a obsessives-possessive disorder or other attachment issues.

Biting themselves

This is when they had a hard time moving on to their partner's passing. This also indicates trauma.

Omegas :

Scratching their nape

This indicates someone is having a trauma or anxiety, sometimes stress.

Not building a nest during a heat

Majority of the time they stay curled up in corner of the room, this is also another form of trauma or depression.

[moody-alcoholic]

These Violent Delights

Chapter 10 - Smoke and Mirrors

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 7.4k words. People are hiding some very big secrets... if that's not obvious already...

CW: MDNI +18 explicit content a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (scenting, heats), vomit, throwing up, Non-consensual drugging, mentions of past abuse, smut, masturbation, brief mentions of blood, angst, assault.

AN: Can you tell I'm bad at summaries?

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You’re in the lab. It’s early again. It’s getting exhausting. Today you were here even earlier than normal though. It’s about to be the weekend which means staff come in earlier to make sure they’ve got everything done before they go home. Dr. Miller seems tired too. He has late nights in the lab and early mornings with you. You’re pretty sure he’s looking forward to a break too.

“Here,” he says, sitting down in front of you with a plastic cup of what looks like water. The hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

“What is it?” you ask, swallowing the lump in your throat away. 

“It’s going to stop your body from producing your omega scent. Or at least that's the idea,” he says, shrugging and writing something down on his clipboard. He watches out the corner of his eye as you drink the solution. It doesn’t taste of anything. 

“So what now?” you ask. 

“Nothing. We’ll come back in the evening. I'll take some blood, and we’ll see if it worked or not.” You nod standing up off the stool. You’re overwhelmed with dizziness. Your hand goes to the back of your neck. Why does this feel so familiar, it’s like déjà-vu. 

“It’s okay.” Dr. Miller's hands rest on your shoulders. “It’s easier this way. You won’t remember anything.” You try to turn but you can’t. Black spots appear in your vision as your body slumps against him. You feel sick as he guides your body to the floor. Then everything goes black. 

You wake in pain, stiff and cold as you look around the room. You’re in the medical room again. You hop off the bed and pain travels up your side. You pull your shirt up to see if there is anything there. Nothing. You walk to the door, your head spinning. You make it to the steps, still aching.

What happened?

Maybe you passed out again. You’ve been feeling weird lately, tired and strangely weak. It’s been days since your heat ended, you should be feeling fine. More than fine. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Dr. Miller makes you jump as you make it to the bottom of the stairs. You turn to him not knowing quite what to say. 

“I’m worried about you not eating properly. This is the second time I've tried to take blood and you’ve passed out,” he says. He looks worried. “Maybe I should talk to Dr. Piper about getting some tests done.”

“No,” you say quickly, holding your hands up. “She already has so much to worry about, I'm fine. I just haven’t been sleeping well and I should eat more.”  

“Okay,” he sighs, but you can tell he’s not happy about it, shaking his head as he sits back down on a stool. You rub the back of your head as you walk to the door. You’re being a bad omega. You need to take better care of yourself.

You don’t need Dr. Piper to worry. She needs to focus on the cure. You walk into the cold morning air. It’s so cold that you can see your own breath. You’ve never seen that before. It makes you smile as you pull your arms around you, crossing the green. 

The sun has just come up in the sky bursting through the clouds in shades of pink and orange. You take a second to enjoy it before walking into the barracks. 

“Been for a walk?” Simon asks. He’s in the kitchen by the kettle again. You smile and nod at him. 

“You shouldn’t be going out so early, especially now that it’s getting colder. You’ll catch a cold,” Dr. Piper says, still in her PJ’s, almost bullying Simon out the way so she can reach the coffee machine. You nod, walking in and closing the door behind you. 

“Cup of tea?” Simon asks. You look up at him shocked that he's asking you. You don’t think he’s ever asked you before. You open your mouth to say yes then you’re hit with a wave of nausea. Your hand flies to your stomach and you swallow the saliva filling your mouth. 

“Are you okay?” Dr. Piper frowns at you. You go to nod but panic rises in you and before you know it you’re sprinting into the bathroom. The first toilet you see you throw yourself over heaving into the bowl. You hear Dr. Piper come in behind you, her scent strong in the air as she grabs your hair pulling it out your face. Your head is throbbing as you continue to vomit until there is nothing left but bile. Dr. Piper rubs your back as quiet sobs leave your throat.

“You’re okay, deep breaths,” she says. You wait until you’re sure you’re not going to be sick anymore and then sit down, sweat dripping down your face. You see Simon in the doorway, and you feel heat running to your cheeks. Dr. Piper turns to take a glass of water from his hands.

“Want me to get Price?” he asks. 

“No,” she says before you even have time to shake your head or reply. She passes you the glass of water and you use it to swill your mouth out. 

“How are you feeling?” she asks, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead.

“Fine,” you say, the adrenaline fading from your system making you feel tired. Dr. Piper hums. 

“What did you have to eat yesterday?” she asks. You try to think. There was the pudding that you didn’t like, but Johnny ate like 3 of them and he’s fine. You hope. 

“I can’t remember,” you say. She sighs standing up and offering you her hand. You take it standing up. Your head is still spinning. When you walk out to the common room you can see Johnny is up now sat at the table with Simon. You smile at him as Dr. Piper leads you to your room. She helps you change and get into bed. You want to tell her you’re fine, you’re capable of doing this yourself but you have a feeling she wouldn’t have it. 

You let her do what she needs to do, leaving the room quickly while you’re getting comfortable in bed, she comes back with a glass of water. 

“I promise if there is anything bothering you, or anything going on you can tell me. Or tell John, tell your alpha.” She’s looking at you like she’s pleading with you. You don’t know what to say. Should you tell her about passing out after you had blood taken? Maybe you’re sick and that’s what's happening. 

You look at her worried face. You don’t need to give her more to worry about. 

“I know, I’m okay though. I think I must have eaten something,” you say. She sighs. You can tell she doesn’t quite believe you, but she doesn’t push you any further, just turning to leave the room. 

“Get some rest. I’ll come and check on you later,” she says, closing the door behind her. You take a deep breath in closing your eyes. You just hope you’re right and it is something you ate. 

You’re in the lab. You’ve been dreaming about the lab a lot recently. You’re with Dr. Miller again, and he’s making you smell q-tips. 

“What about this one?” he asks, shoving a q-tip under your nose. It doesn’t smell of anything, only when you look down it’s not a q-tip any more. It’s a cloth, the next thing you know the cloth is being pushed into your nose and mouth. He wraps his arm around your face and everything goes black. 

You wake strapped to the exam bed in the medical room. You see Dr. Miller with a scalpel in his hand just like before. The room is dark, and he’s wearing a surgical mask. You look down and you’re shirtless, you feel embarrassed being so exposed. There’s pen markings on your body. You start to panic as Dr. Miller moves to the side of you. You fight the restraints but it just feels like they get tighter making your hands and feet go numb. 

“It’s okay, it’s easier this way,” he says. His voice sounds harsh in your ears. You can see him smiling under the mask. He brings the scalpel down as you try to wriggle away. Pain shoots up your side, a burn worse than anything you’ve ever felt before. You scream and thrash. Dr. Miller brings the scalpel to your face. It’s dripping in blood, your blood. You feel sick. 

“Keep your fucking mouth shut,” he spits through gritted teeth, his alpha strong in the air. You can only follow his instructions; you're in too much pain, too tired to fight. Before you know it black spots appear in your vision. Your last thought is about how much you let John down. Then everything goes black. 

Dr. Piper's mind is preoccupied as she reads through the email she has written up. She’s supposed to be sending it to Professor Hale, breakdowns of everything she’s been working on and the results. It’s the first contact she’s had with him since she left the base.

She wants to lie. She so badly wants to fake everything, but she wasn’t in the mood for the consequences. Her mouse is hovering over the send button at the top of the email. She just can’t bring herself to do it.

She has too much to worry about, the cure, her lab being bugged, and now there is something going on with the omega. 

“Working late?” Simon’s voice reverberates in the silence making Dr. Piper jump up in her seat, a yelp leaving her throat.

“Christ Simon. What are you doing here?” she asks, her voice coming across more hostile than she means it too. He walks into her office, closing the door behind him. He leans against the wall crossing his arms. 

“How is she?” he asks. She knows he’s talking about you.

“She’s fine. It could just be stress, it could be a lot of things. Kyle and Johnny have been keeping her busy,” she says, running her hand through her hair. 

“Are you worried?” he asks. 

“About what?” 

“The omega. The bugs,” he says, shrugging. She looks at him shocked. He knows about the bugs. Of course he knows about the bugs. He’s John’s lieutenant after all. Panic rises in her and she looks around the room almost wanting to shush him.

“Don’t worry this room is clear,” he says. She lets out a sigh, relaxing into the chair, a little smile on her lips. John already told her they weren't going to look for the bugs. Simon went out his way to clear this room. 

“I’m not worried about her. She has a strong pack around her,” she says looking back at the email. She should just send it. She’s being stupid. 

“What are you working on?” he asks, moving over to her desk. 

“Nothing, it’s stupid. It’s everything I needed to send to Professor Hale.” He looks over at the email. He hums reaching over her and clicking the mouse, pressing send. There’s a swoop and the page changes.

“Simon!” Piper pushes him out the way, clicking her sent box. Why was she panicking? She's been procrastinating all day, reading it at least a hundred times. 

“I wish I had the option to never speak to Hale again,” she says, huffing and leaning back in the chair.

“Yeah, well he never tortured you all his life did he,” he says as he leans back on the wall. That one stung. She sighs, shaking her head and crossing her arms. 

“Are you ever going to forgive me?” she asks, looking straight in his eyes.

“Why do you need my forgiveness?” 

“I don’t know, maybe I’m a narcissist.” There’s bitterness in her voice.

“Yeah well. We’re all a little bit selfish,” Simon says, looking at her. She sighs, opening her arms back up. She’s not supposed to be arguing with him. 

“Price wants her to help with a training exercise tomorrow. Think she’ll be up for it?” he asks. 

“More scenting stuff?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. He nods. “She should be fine.” 

“Do you think she’s in danger?” Simon asks her. She can hear the concern in his voice, and she can hear something else too. If she didn’t know him, she would think it was fear.

“I think she has a strong pack around her,” she repeats, it’s not up to her to say. 

“Would you give your life for her?” he asks. 

“Of course,” she says without hesitating, hairs stand up on the back of her neck. Why is he asking this? Has something changed? He’s not saying anything, maybe he’s trying to see if she’s lying or not. 

“Do you think she’s in danger?” she asks, making sure her voice doesn’t falter. He stands up from the wall turning to look at her.

“You said once that she will never be safe until Professor Hale is dead. Now he’s breathing down our necks. It’s the closest he’s been since we rescued her,” he says. She gets it now. John doesn’t think there’s any danger, but Simon disagrees. 

“She has 4 SAS soldiers around her almost 24/7. Hale doesn’t stand a chance.” She smiles hoping it will reassure him. Of course you will never be safe until Hale is dead, but rifts in the pack are just as dangerous. If you think you can’t trust them, if things start drifting apart, if they start drifting apart it could be devastating.

“How do you feel? Now the omega’s been claimed,” she asks.

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway. She’s Price’s omega now.” He turns like he’s going to leave.

“Simon,” she sighs. He stops turning his head slightly. “We can look into other things, maybe even double claiming. It’s never been done but it could be possible.” 

“She trusts Price—” 

“She trusts you all. You don’t have to be so hard on yourself. You’re important to her too,” Piper interrupts him, getting up out of her chair. She lets out a sigh. He’s closing up again. He doesn’t need to. He’s still standing there. 

“You saved her life, you’re part of her pack. It won’t take much. Talk to her.” 

“She’s John’s omega,” he repeats and reaches for the door handle.

“She’s your omega too,” she tries but she watches as he presses down on the door handle leaving the room. She waits listening for the door to the lab to close before letting out a breath and sitting down. Maybe two alphas in a pack couldn’t work. No . For your sake at least they have to make it work.

You were happy when the next morning John asked if you would help with a training exercise. You assume it was going to be more scent training but instead he leads you to an empty barracks building. John tells everyone to wait as he takes you through into the building.

You go upstairs into one of the furthest rooms and see a chair set up in the middle of the floor. It makes your breath catch in your throat, in the dark it looks intimidating. John turns on a light and you can see what looks like bombs round the bottom of the chair. At the back of the room there’s a table with a laptop.

“It’s not real is it?” you ask. John chuckles, shaking his head. He walks into the room. 

“Now you can say no, but I would really like to try something. I want to push them to make sure they can act under pressure.” You nod following him as he gestures for you to sit down in the chair. 

“I want you to be scared, or more make them think you’re scared. Can you project a scared scent?” You watch as he walks back in front of you with zip ties in his hands. That alone makes you nervous enough.

“I can try,” you say. 

“Good girl. Let's have a safeword. I’ll be watching, if you need to stop for whatever reason you say that word and it’ll stop, understand?” he asks, you nod. 

“Purple,” he says.

“Purple,” you repeat. He nods, smiling at you. 

“I’ll tie you up now. Don’t worry, it won’t be tight. It’s just important that it's realistic.” You nod as he bends down, tying your ankles up to the chair legs. Panic seems to rise in you even though you know it's fake. That's good though, the more you actually panic the easier it will be to project a realistic scent of fear. John stands up going behind you. He takes your arms gently tying your wrists together, then against the chair. It’s uncomfortable but that's the point. He walks back round into the doorway. 

“Ready?” he asks. You nod at him. He hits the lightswitch in the room leaving you in the dark and closing the door. 

You’re alone in the dark with your arms and legs tied. It’s all too familiar to what you’ve been through before. You remember the times in the bunker when you would be tied to a chair like this. Normally it was because you were misbehaving. You would be left in the chair, force fed, tortured. This position always reminds you of water, and you’re not quite sure why.

The dark, the memories. It all feels a little too real. You hold on to that feeling, letting the fear wash over you projecting it out into the air. It feels like you’ve been sitting for ages. A shiver runs up your spine. You don’t like this. Maybe they’ve forgotten about you, maybe this was a test for you? More panic rises as you try to keep your breathing steady. Sweat is building up on your body. You can’t even hear them. If they were close you would be able to hear them. 

Maybe they have forgotten about you. 

You swallow hard, moving your legs and hands. The zip ties seem tighter all of a sudden. John said he was only doing them loose. You can’t get out of these. You can smell your own fear in the room now. Your eyes fully adjust to the dark but you can’t see much. The room is pretty empty other than the fake bombs at your feet that have been beeping louder and faster. 

You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath.

“ It’s not real, it’s not real ,” you whisper to yourself. You hear noises, they sound distant. You squeeze your eyes closed tighter trying to focus on the noises. Is it them? Your mind goes to Dr. Miller for some reason, why did your mind go to him? It comes in flashes, and there’s a stabbing pain in the back of your neck. You want to move your hands to rub it but you can't. You start to squirm all of a sudden. It's real fear running through you now. You don’t know who’s coming through the door but you know it’s no one good. 

There’s a bang, your eyes fly open and you stop struggling. There is definitely someone close. You’re holding your breath listening to the voices, but in your panic you don’t recognize them. It could be anyone. 

The door crashes open. Light from the hallway floods in. You look away, blinking from the sudden change in brightness. You’re shaking, and it's real fear. The light in the room comes on and you see Johnny, Simon and Kyle spill in. 

“Hey lass, what’ve you been getting up to?” Johnny asks, smiling as he lets his weapon fall from his hands. You want to relax but you can't. You look at John leaning in the doorway, his gaze low. His nostrils flare as he breathes in your fear. Johnny’s cutting the ties round your ankles. You hear Kyle typing on the laptop behind you. 

“Hey Soap, check this out,” he says. Johnny gets up off the floor, his fingers quickly running over the fake bombs by your feet. The ones you swear have gotten louder with all the passing time. Johnny moves leaving your hands still tied. You look at Simon who looks more intimidating in his full black uniform and mask. You keep forgetting to ask him why he wears the mask. Right now you don’t care, you just want to get out of this situation. 

You look in his eyes, dark and moody, burning into you. His body seems more tense than usual. You look at the massive weapon in his hands, his finger resting by the trigger. Surely that’s fake too. 

“Hey lass, so we need you to stay nice and still okay?” Johnny says as he comes back round to stand in front of you taking what you assume are wire cutters out his vest. His tone and phrasing makes you freeze, you nod your mouth hanging open. He bends down to the floor looking round the fake bombs. 

“What's going on?” you ask. You don’t like how quiet Johnny has gone and you’re too scared to move. 

“Oh nothing, you’re just sitting on the trigger,” Johnny says, looking over at you still smiling. You look up at John in the doorway. You don’t remember seeing anything on the chair. For a second you forget the bombs aren't real, right now this feels real. Your fear is real. 

“Hey,” Johnny says, pulling your attention back to him. “It’s gonna be fine.” You don’t know what to do, you just stay still. You see Simon move to walk behind you. You almost follow him until you remember you were told not to move. 

“Do this a lot?” you ask, trying and failing to hide the shakiness in your voice. Your eyes fall back to John who’s stood up straight in the doorway now, his arms crossed, eyes flicking round the room. It makes goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. This will be tough for him too, his omega in fear.

“Abso-bloody-lutely!” Johnny chimes. That makes you relax a little. How can he still be so happy-go-lucky right now? You wonder if it’s because he knows it’s fake. Or maybe he is like this all the time. You try to watch him working. Every now and then he looks back up at you smiling. 

“Soap!” Kyle says. Suddenly the beeping gets faster. 

“What did you do?” Simon’s voice calls from behind you, and there’s an edge in his voice. You’re holding your breath. Something is wrong. Even a second of panic washes over Johnny as he looks over at Kyle who has come to help him now. They’re both talking to each other making their way round the chair. 

“60 seconds,” Simon says. You hear Johnny curse under his breath. You swallow hard. 

“Triggers on a delay,” you hear Kyle say next. Johnny looks at him quickly then back at you. 

“ Christ , this whole thing is a mess, what amateur set this up?” Johnny asks quickly.

“30 Seconds,” Simon says. Your heart is thumping so hard in your chest you can hear it in your ears. You look up at John. You can’t tell if his expression has changed as he’s watching them work. His arms still crossed, shoulders tight. 

“15,” Simon says, and the smell of fear hits you hard and fast. That’s not your fear. You look down at Johnny. 

“10.” You’re counting in your head, it feels like the seconds are going quicker. 

“Got it! Got it!” Johnny says pulling something up off the floor, a seconds later the beeping whines and stops. 

“Could you have cut that any closer?” Kyle lets out a sigh standing up. You watch as Johnny smiles at him, winking and putting the wire cutters back on his vest. You’re still holding your breath as you feel Simon cut the ties behind your back. Your arms swing by your side. Your body is shaking. You bring one of your wrists up rubbing it. 

“I’m telling you, whoever made this is an amateur,” Johnny says looking round. 

“Save it for the report,” Simon says walking back around to your view. 

“C’mon lass, let's get you out of here.” Johnny throws his weapon over his shoulder and offers you his hand and you take it. You step over the mess of fake bombs on the floor. Before you can make it to the door you feel Johnny scoop you up by your knees and back, picking you up in his arms. 

“Johnny!” you yelp, giggling as he presses you uncomfortably against his chest. Last time you were held like this, Kyle was carrying you out of the bunker. 

"Pretty hostages get the princess treatment,” he says. You giggle, heat running to your cheeks as he carries you down the hallway. 

“What about everyone else?” you tease him. 

“They get thrown over LT’s shoulder,” Johnny replies. You look over his shoulder at Simon talking with John as Kyle walks behind you. Kyle smiles at you as Johnny puts you down just before the end of the hallway. You look down the hall. John and Simon are still talking. 

“Did I make a good hostage?” you ask. The smile seems to fade from Johnny’s face. Kyle too. Maybe that's not something you should be asking. Before Johnny could respond, John calls over to you all. Everyone turns, walking back down the hall. 

“Good job, I want full reports,” John says. You hear Johnny sigh as Simon crosses his arms. You tune out their protesting. John catches your eye, and there’s something on his face, something you’ve never seen before. Maybe you didn’t do a good enough job. It makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You go back to listening to Johnny and Kyle. 

“Any questions?” John says finally wrapping up the conversation. 

“Who set the bombs?” Johnny asks.

“Some demo guy from Shadow Company.” Price says.

“Ah that explains it,” Johnny says, nudging you.

“Put it in the report MacTavish,” Simon says, nodding behind him. Johnny chuckles and follows Simon to the end of the hallaway. You go to follow after them but John grabs your arm. You stop looking up at him. He pulls you into the room, maybe a little too hard, closing the door behind you. He bends down in front of you placing his hands on your shoulders.

“You okay?” he asks, his eyes wide. He looks scared. His breathing picks up as he looks around your face. You frown at him, and you nod your mouth feeling suddenly dry. 

“Say it, I need to hear you say it.” 

“I’m okay John, I’m okay.” 

He nods letting go of your shoulders. It’s fear you see in his eyes. You can smell it in the air too, fear and worry. You throw yourself at him squeezing him as hard as you can. His arms wrap around you and you breathe in his scent, projecting yours for him. You can hear his heart pounding in his chest. He’s scared . You’ve never seen him scared before. He kisses the top of your head, and you break away from the embrace. 

“Go catch up with the others. Keep them company while they write their reports,” he says. He seems to have calmed down now. His thumb brushes your cheek, and you smile back at him, nodding. You go to leave the room, quickly looking back to see him take his hat off running his hand through his hair. Maybe he’s the one who needs to do some training. He kept it together though, all the way to the end. 

You make your way down to the hall the same way you remember watching everyone leave a few seconds earlier. The door to the stairwell is open and you walk down the first set of the stairs when you hear it. It sounds like someone breathing heavily, exacerbated almost like they’re struggling to breathe. You slow down, holding your breath. You peek around the next set of steps and you see Simon.

He’s stood in the stairwell, his back to you bracing himself on the banister. His breathing is heavy, his back bobbing up and down as he tries to get a lungful of air. You can smell him in the air, his alpha strong and something else.

Fear.

You step around the corner, swallowing your nerves. You take another step down, before you make another step he turns around. The bottom of his mask is pulled up over his nose and mouth. You freeze, swallowing the lump in your throat. It feels like the seconds are lasting for hours. Your knuckles go white as you grip the banister.

“I’m okay Simon,” you say. You can't falter now, you need to be confident. He looks at you as you take another step down. Maybe he’ll flee, but he hasn’t yet. He’s standing there. His eyes are soft, kind. You take another step and reach out for him, and you expect him to flinch, to back up. He doesn’t. He reaches out for your hand, his gloved fingers touching yours. You smile at him, lacing your fingers between his. 

“I’m okay,” you say. He takes a step towards you, his eyes scanning round your face. Your heart is thumping in your chest. You let him squeeze your hand. You want to hug him and tell him it’s all okay. Maybe John pushed them too far. The betas would be fine but alphas smelling your fear—it’s hard on both of them. They’re your pack. You should have gone easier on them. 

Simon lets out a long breath, letting go of your hand. He reaches up and pulls his mask down. He turns to walk away.

“Simon, wait,” you call, jumping down to the stairwell with him. You don’t know what to say, and you feel like anything you say he wouldn’t listen to. You just go up to him, throwing your arms around him from behind. He waits a few seconds before he turns around and you drop your arms. His hands land on your shoulders just like John had done before, holding you at arms length.

“You’re John’s omega,” he says as a matter of fact. 

“You’re my alpha too,” you say back to him. You mean it. He’s your pack. Who says you can’t have 2 alphas?

“John claimed you,” he says.

“You’re part of the pack, that makes you as much of my alpha as John.” He lets his hands drop from you. There's a pause, silence, his brown eyes burning into you.

“I can’t,” he says, turning to leave, shaking his head. You feel sad. You don’t know what you could have done differently. You wait until you’ve watched him make it through the door at the bottom of the stairs. You feel tears rolling down your cheeks. You sit down on the bottom step throwing your head in your hands sobbing. 

You’ve ruined it. You’ve messed it all up and now he’s going to want to have nothing to do with you. You hear John come down the steps. He sits down next to you pulling you into his arms. He’s not asking what's wrong or what happened. He must have been listening. 

“It’s okay,” he says, kissing the top of your head. 

“I tried,” you say between sobs. 

“I know, you did good,” he says, holding you close. Pack bonds are fragile things. You’ve always been told that. It’s your job as an omega to keep the bonds secure. If you can’t do that, Simon could break away from the pack. You don’t want that. You have to do better. But now you’ve messed it all up. 

Everytime you think you’re making progress with Simon he turns away. Maybe he really does hate you. Maybe the pack would be better without him. You break from John’s embrace looking up at him as he rubs the tears away with his thumb. 

You have to make it work, for the sake of the pack.

When you get back to the barracks it’s dark. When you walk in, the building is empty, so you walk down to your room. Everyone’s doors are locked. John goes into his office. You don’t know what you want to do. You feel drained when you step into your room. You don’t want to be in your nest, you don’t want to sleep. You turn back out the room, closing the door. 

You walk up to John’s office knocking on the door. You wait for him to call you in before entering. He smiles when he sees you. 

“Can I sit in here?” you ask. He leans back in his chair nodding then gets up. He picks up a folder then moves to sit down on the tiny sofa in his office. You smile crawling up onto the sofa leaning into his shoulder. He leans back resting the folder on his thighs.

“What’s that?” you ask. 

“Final report from the mission. I need to check it over before I give it to Shepherd.” You look down at it. You don’t know what any of it means and you’re probably not even supposed to be seeing it. 

“You know, Professor Hale used to make me lay on his lap when he was working.” You look up at John. 

“Is that something you want to do?” he asks, looking down at you. You sit up on your knees. He’s giving you a choice. You haven’t even done it for the Professor in a long while. At the thought of it though there’s something warm building up inside you. You nod. He smiles, moving the folder out of the way. You lay down facing away from him, your head resting on his thighs. 

He has strong thighs, you can feel them under your head. That warmth bubbles up inside you and you relax as his hand comes to stroke your head. He tucks your hair behind your ear and you close your eyes, breathing in his scent letting it relax you. 

After a few minutes you hear a relaxed hum leave his throat as he flicks through the file. You smile. You’re making him happy, being a good omega for him. Your body feels warm and relaxed. With his hand running through your hair, you’re almost purring at the feeling. His hand moves down the back of your head over the base of your skull before he stops. You open your eyes.

“You can touch it, if you want. It’s your mark,” you say, keeping as still as possible so you don’t spook him. His hand stops for a few seconds as he thinks about it. He moves his hand to your ear so he can pull your hair out the way revealing the back of your neck. You stay nice and relaxed for him so he knows it’s okay as his fingers brush over the indents in the skin. He takes his time, gentle as he follows the mark all the way around. 

“Beautiful,” he says. 

It’s like something snaps in your brain. Beautiful. Memories come flooding back. Dr. Miller, the cups of, something. Pain pulses through your body, you remember your body on the lab floor, Dr. Miller's voice in your ear. His words are ringing in your head. 

‘It didn’t have to be like this’

‘It’s easier this way. You won’t remember anything’

You thought it was a dream. You thought it was your mind playing tricks. There’s a bitter taste in your mouth, it makes you feel sick.

You sit back up knocking the file out John’s hand. Your hand goes to the back of your neck. You’re trying so hard to focus on the memories flashing into your mind. 

“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” he asks. You look over at him swallowing. 

“No, it’s not you,” you say getting up off the sofa. He sits up straight watching you as you continue to rub the back of your neck. 

“I forgot I have to go do something quickly,” you say heading for the door. Your hand is shaking as you press the door handle. You look back at John. He's frowning at you as he reaches down to pick up the file.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. I promise,” you say. You go out quickly dropping your hand from the back of your neck closing the door behind you. You head for the lab. You want to see Dr. Miller. He drugged you. You thought it was just dreams. It feels so real. You feel sick, you trusted him.

You need him to tell you it’s not true and that you’re making it all up. There’s no way he would hurt you. You trust him. He’s working on the cure. You can’t ignore the feeling though, the dreams you’ve been having over the past few days. They’re not dreams, they're memories. 

You’re shaking as you walk into the lab. You don’t know what you’re going to do, or what you’re going to say. Maybe you should have spoken to Dr.Piper first. What if she didn’t believe you? You need to do this. You want proof. Dr. Miller is sitting at a table watching you walk over to him. He smiles but you keep your distance. You swallow your nerves. 

You trusted him, and now his smile sends shivers up your spine

“What’s up?” he asks, looking up from his work giving you his full attention. 

“I keep having these dreams,” you say, trying not to sound shaky. You’re focusing almost all your attention on controlling your scent. 

“Sleeping pills not working?” he asks confused, leaning back on his stool. 

“Sometimes I come here and I feel like I lose hours of time. I wake up upstairs and I don’t know what happened,” you explain. He straightens up in his stool. 

“I’ve always told you what’s happened,” he says, looking confused. 

“I just want the truth, I have dreams about you, and it feels so real. Almost like they’re memories.” You rub the back of your neck as he stands up. You don’t like how he’s coming towards you, his alpha strong in the air. It makes goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. You want John. Coming alone was definitely a bad idea.

“I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself and to tell you I can’t help you anymore,” you say. He smiles at you but instead of calming you it makes you feel sick. 

“And I’m telling Dr. Piper,” you say quickly backing up. You hit a table. This is as far back as you can go. The door is just slightly to your left. You would have to turn to open it though. 

“Dreams don’t mean anything,” he says. He’s about a foot away from you when he stops. His scent is overwhelming, and fear rises in you. This was a stupid idea and now you’re trapped. 

“Dr. Miller, you’re scaring me,” you say, trying to hold back the fear burning inside of you. Your fight or flight has kicked in and you’re choosing to flee. 

“Sorry,” he says with the last step towards you. You don’t even realise he’s reaching for your arm until it’s too late. Panic bubbles up and you take a sharp breath in when his hand makes contact with your skin. Your body turns without you thinking and now you’re attempting to head for the door. He’s stronger than you though, pulling you to him. 

You stumble on your feet crying out as he pulls you against him. His arm drops round your stomach as he pulls you up off the floor dragging you backwards. You scream and kick, fighting him as much as you can. It’s pointless though: he’s way bigger and stronger than you. He picks something up off the table and a second later you feel a sharp pain as a needle plunges into your neck. 

A few seconds later a burn rises inside you. You scream, your vision going blurry, there’s a pulsing in your body. All you can smell is alpha then honey. Your head is spinning as he lets you go. Your hand comes up to the back of your neck. 

You feel like you’re floating, bumping into a table, tripping over a stool. There’s throbbing between your legs, a pain in your core. You only want one thing John. You need John. You blink away the fuzziness. Looking around, you see that you’re in the lab. You can’t remember what you needed.

You don’t care. You need John, you need your alpha. You force your body to open the door, stumbling down the steps. The cold air hits your skin, making you dizzy. You don’t know which way you’re going, you just follow the smell of alpha. You’re sure he’s nearby. 

“John!” you call out for him. Your vision is going blurry again. There’s pain burning in your core, your pussy throbbing as slick soaks your underwear. Your clothes are irritating your skin, brushing past your rock hard nipples. You want to pull your clothes off but it’s too cold. Your body meets a door. You’re not sure where you are but you push down on the handle stumbling in. You stumble, you don’t have time to put your arms out to break the fall and your head slams into the floor painfully. 

“Christ love!” You hear voices. You can smell beta. There are hands pulling you up off the floor. You try to look up at who’s holding you but you just whine instead. The skin to skin contact feels like burning. It sends vibrations through your body. 

“Alpha,” you call as you’re picked up. You hear someone calling for Dr. Piper. You can smell alpha now, it’s strong in the air. You reach out trying to find him in your haze, your eyes darting at the blurry figures around you. You feel cold hands on your face and you wince at the temperature difference. Your name is called, then again, someone pulls your face to look at them. 

“Who did this?” It’s Dr. Piper, she's the one with her hands on your face. It sounds like her words are echoing in your ears. You have a moment of clarity. You were in the lab, what were you doing in the lab? 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” That’s John’s voice, you whine reaching out for him again. Whoever is holding you keeps you in his arms as the cold hands leave your face. 

“She’s in heat. Someone forced her heat.” You breathe in John’s scent as you see him come over to you. His hand brushes your cheek. 

“Alpha,” you whine trying to grab him, touch him. 

“Take her to my room. And someone tell me where the bloody hell Riley is!” His shout makes you stop whining. You protest as you’re taken away into another room. The next thing you know you’re placed down on a bed. The figure leaves as the burning comes back to your skin. You want to claw it off. 

Fire in your veins, pain in your chest. Your body is covered in slick and sweat. You’re clawing your clothes off as you dribble over the pillow caked in John’s scent. 

“John…” You breathe, thrusting your fingers into your sore cunt trying to quell the growing pain. It feels like someone has rubbed chilly all over your pulsating body.  

Raw and sticky you roll over in the bed, arching your back as you grind down on your hand, trying anything to feel friction between your legs.

“Alpha...” you whine as your vision fades, clenching down on your fingers, only giving you a few seconds of relief. You need to cum, you need relief. You’re thrusting your fingers in and out curling them up to hit the rough spot inside you. Your palm grinds on your swollen clit. It’s not enough. You need more. You whine in frustration as your other hand cups around your breast pinching your nipple. 

You moan out, John’s name on your lips as you chase the high, grinding harder, your hand becoming soaked in your slick. You press your fingers in harder, your palm rubbing as hard as you can. Your body is sensitive but you need an alpha, your own hands are not enough. Your body starts to shake as you get closer to the edge. You know it’s not going to be enough but you will take anything right now. 

You cum chewing on the bottom of your lip as you moan out, your body going rigid, your back arching. You taste blood in your mouth as you come down from the orgasm, your lip throbbing from the pain of breaking the skin.

You let out a sob as your body relaxes. It’s not enough, none of it is enough. Your breathing picks up again as black spots fade into your vision. You’re going to be too out of it soon. You roll over in the bed sinking your nose into John’s pillow. You breathe in his scent, and it makes your head spin. You call out for him one more time but no one comes. 

A few seconds later the burn comes back.

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Dividers by Plum98 & gild-ui Beta reader and editor - rememberwren

[liuwithheadcanons]

Lil habit Headcanons

Alphas love wearing socks. They’re naturally quite cold, so socks help keep the warmth within.

Omegas naturally will try to make their hair look a bit shaggy. Just because it makes their heads feel cooler as omegas are naturally warm

Because of Betas’ sensitivity to smell, they scrunch their noises often, especially to newer smells

Alphas are very good at climbing trees due to their need to scent above spaces

Omegas are actually the best swimmers out of the dynamics and many are inclined to water!

Betas have a knack for walking for hours and hours without needing to stop

Omegas talk with their hands a lot

Alphas nose a lot of things, even more so than Betas and their whole thing is their noses!

Alphas are natrually docile at times of rest and in this state they usually will be like a golden retriever

Pups blow their cheeks up natrually to try and appear more threatening

Betas teeth are the most sensitive and so you’ll often see them taking more careful bites than the other dynamics

Omegas are more often likely to chirp and call at random things because it’s easier than talking

Alphas feet are quite heavy when they walk and many are self conscious about that

Pups whenever they rub noses with individuals (nose tapping) will often remember the distinct motion of that person. This is because of paternal/maternal bonding

[ghetto-omega]

‎‧‎❀‎✿❀Omegaverse Culture Overview❀✿❀

𑁍 warning.. I am.. African American... Never been outside the US, so I can really only speak on the culture around me. If people wanna weigh in on culture from other places please do. Actually, I'm begging, I'm rolling over, I'm listening please please please please please please please please please please volunteer your own headcanons. 𑁍

This will be a short overview of a lot of things, so it's just gonna be a lot of thoughts and not a lot of depth. However I am planning on actually making an indepth post about each one of these topics.

With that being said...

‎‧₊˚✿Food✿˚₊‧

𑁍just general food headcanons𑁍

The omega stereotype is craving carbs and sweet foods, specifically because of what they're like after heats. Most energy during heat is depleted, so in order to get their stamina back they have to eat all of carb heavy foods

The alpha stereotype is craving tough or crunchy foods, because of their ruts. With biting instincts ramped up they tend to want things that are harder to chew through. It's like the equivalent of putting a live cricket in a spider enclosure because they want the stimulation from hunting their food

Carb and protein filled foods tend to be stocked in most houses. Especially filling carbs. Families are typically very large, with multiple generations all living within walking distance or in the same house. Keeping dense foods stocked is important to keep everyone fed

Pups in particular tend to have slightly stricter diets because their stomach isn't built for handing some foods until at least their preteen years

‎‧₊˚✿Names✿˚₊‧

𑁍naming your children, as well as derogatory names𑁍

I think that people would tend to name their kids after items that smell good, their favorite foods, other family members, plants, and religion

I also think they'd be a fan of situational names as well as generational names

For example, have three kids, one being named Sunday (situational, born on a Sunday), Suzie (maybe a pack members or a family members name), and Sumiya but her nickname is sushi, and all of the names starting with "su" makes the names generational.

You could even expand on that and have all the packs kids names be something like suki, sumirah, summer, summo, ect. Giving you a quite literal generation of names. (<- my family did this ! All the girls names end in "ah" and all the boys end in "en or on")

I can also see a kid being named something like Foxglove, Cedar, Jasmine, or even something like Honey or Teatree, because that's what the parent's mate smells like

I think calling an omega a "slick dripper" or a "slick house" is uhm... Not exactly a slur but it's not something you should say.

I think that married betas and omegas are told they are "Collared". It's typically derogatory, but there are exceptions. I think the alpha equivalent would be "Bitched", which is basically always derogatory

I think some people call betas "baren" or "scentless". Once again, not a slur, but definitely something close to it lol

‎‧₊˚✿Housing✿˚₊‧

𑁍pack houses and their differences𑁍

There's two different notable styles of home. There's a regular house, and a pack house

Pack houses don't have too much of a difference, but they are larger and tend to follow similar layouts. With one floor being taken up with giant meeting rooms and similarly size kitchens, as well as at least one bathroom with either a huge tub or multiple small ones. The upstairs floor(s) tend to house all the bedrooms and a few smaller on suite bathrooms

Some pack houses are essentially just mini mansions, completely with a few different wings of the house all marked by a different meeting room

And the term "meeting room" is also a difference. They're essentially just big living rooms. Why is there a different name, isn't that a bit pretentious? You ask. Bc some guy who thought he was better than everyone else coined the term pack house and decided there needed to be a difference, for some reason

‎‧₊˚✿Families/Packs✿˚₊‧

‎𑁍general pack headcanons𑁍

Big families !!! Huge families even !! Families that take up entire neighborhoods or culdesacs !!

Conversations between kids where they ask how many mom's someone has is common !! Kids ask their parents why their friend gets to have 5 dads but they only get to have 2 !!

Not everyone's parents are romantic !! Some are just part of the same pack !!

In my personal au I use prime omegas and prime alphas, but they're just titles for the leaders of the pack. Even then, modernly they aren't doing much leading. It's more event planning, pupsitting, tie breaking lol, things like that

Your primes do not have to be mates or anything. It's just about who's the most reliable and level headed. Oftentimes, anybody who stays home for most or all of the day falls to this roll by default

‎‧₊˚✿Clothing✿˚₊‧

𑁍a few clothing headcanons𑁍

Collars aren't typically worn outside casually. Typically they have a cause. Whether it's newly weds, protests, covering scent glands, or some secret 4th thing, they typically have a purpose.

Honestly this whole section would need to be it's own post for me to do it justice tbh

Clothes that "trap scent" are pretty commonly worn. They're made of a light but thick fabric that cinches or cuffs around the scent glands and they often comes in matching sets. This is especially common in omega targeted gym wear, but there are sets made for everyone

Nuns also typically wear this type of garment

‎‧₊˚✿Other✿˚₊‧

𑁍miscellaneous headcanons𑁍

Gift giving is very important. Specifically, giving food is very important (I am biased, I am a very food orientated and motivated person). Giving someone food they don't like by accident is alright, but if you know they don't like it, and give it to them? Disrespectful.

So I'm semi familiar with the Christian Bible, I grew up going to church (<- religious trauma haver). You know how a lot of people draw Jesus as white even though he very much wasn't ?? Yeah I think people claim Jesus was an alpha, but he was a beta and there's overwhelming evidence in the Bible to show he was beta and people just ?? Ignore that bc they want to lol

Some people are born with animal features, some aren't. The place you were born in + your parents (and maybe a little plot relevant magic lol) determines what type of features you get. People who live in deserts or next to mountains are often born with horns or scales, while tropical and temperate climates tend to be born with more feathers and furry features

Heat blockers/suppressants as well as rut blockers/suppressants can only be prescribed by doctors. Giving them out or selling them can land you in prison post haste, but they're also so hard to get your hands on that the market of people buying them counterfeit grows everyday, despite the complications and risks

Blockers and suppressants can lead to fertility issues as well as immune issues, particularly in omegas, but don't count out anyone with ruts either, it's just less common. Lots of people on blockers are immunocompromised

Scent/pheromone blockers on the other hand, are much easier to come by, especially because they sell patches right over the counter. Though, if you wanted a much more discreet pill you would need to get those prescribed as well. It is particularly hard for omegas to get them prescribed, as usual

And that's it for now U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

This post is basically just a giant reminder for me to write about these topics in depth. Just a whole lotta surface level thoughts. I also didn't cover weddings, holidays, mating rituals, social climate, etc. so I'll have to do separate posts on those

This took a bit longer than I wanted bc I am uhm. Suicidal lol. And then there's the drake v Kendrick beef and I've been fixated on it. Like I fr don't even like K dot that much I've just always hated Drake fuck that nga !!!

If you see a spelling mistake... No you didn't...

[sarahowritesostucky]

Alpha, Beta (& Omega) Masterlist

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, dom/sub elements, alpha Steve, beta Bucky, hurt/comfort, wedding night, alternate history, nobility/royalty au, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage, enemies to lovers

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, eldest son James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

A contract of engagement. (Word count: 1066) Teen

A most untoward introduction. (Word count: 2368) Mature

A wedding eve's dinner. (Word count: 1619) Teen

A late morning wedding. (Word count: 1862) Teen

A wedding night. (Word Count 2411) Explicit

A honeymoon. (Word Count 2976) Teen

A honeymoon, cont'd. (Word Count: 3536) Mature

A consummation. (Word Count: 2817) Explicit

A fever (Word Count: 3619) Mature

A consummation, cont'd (Word count: 2928) Explicit

A school reunion (Word count 3449) Teen

A sojourn in London (Word count 2010) Teen

A public scene (Word count 3617) Teen

A Headship's rebuke (Word count 3627) Teen

A dream, a visit, a game (Word count 4823) Explicit

A tour of the continent (Word count 5652) Explicit

A homecoming (Word count 4286) Explicit

A settling In (Word count 5616) Teen

A courtship (Word count 3201) Explicit

An Inquiry (Word count 6883) Explicit

Masterlist

@openup-yourmind

[wlwomegaverse]

I've seen the idea of scruffing. And that it only works in omegas and some betas.

Y'know me...

Alphas absolutely melt if their partner does that. It's less about submissiveness and more about trust and comfort. Just the right pressure and you got yourself a purring alpha falling asleep on your lap like a giant pup that needs their rest.

It's ineffective when they're in rut or close to it, and when they're in parent mode – aka they have little ones, biologically theirs or not. And they might get aggressive if you try to scruff them when they're nesting with pups (a traditional nest, pillows and such, or the alpha nest, aka the alpha curling up around their cub to keep them safe and warm and hidden against the sturdiness of an alpha's. Myth says alphas are large and strong to be dominant, biology says alphas are large and strong to keep their cubs safe – safe and warm when their omegas were out hunting).

[rwuffles]

☕️ ❛ canithrope alpha , beta & omega！ ⚣

pt: canithrope(link) alpha, beta and omega. end pt.

︵︵﹒definition ｜ a flag for when one is a canithrope alpha / beta / omega.

pt: definition, a flag for when one is a canithrope(link) alpha/beta/omega. end pt.

☕️ ❛ tags！ ⚣ @rabidbatboy @omegai @omegarchive @eldrorian

[omegaverse-daily]

I wanna give y’all some pack lore! I’ve been really into packs recently and I need someone to talk to about it. You may be asking yourself why not go to the discord where people can respond? Well, I wanna make my thoughts official on the official blog.

-There are 3 main roles in a pack: the pack alpha, the pack beta, and the pack omega. A lot of packs don’t usually have a pack beta, but pack betas make their lives much easier.

-To be in a fully mated pack, everyone gets a bite from the pack alpha, and then they can communicate through the bond instead of verbally.

-Usually multiple packs get together and form a large safety pack, but not everyone is bonded. They usually choose a pack alpha for all of the packs, but that’s usually only for the other pack alphas to listen to.

-Pack alphas provide safety and protection to the pack and can comfort other alphas in the pack much easier. They’re usually the most dominant ones and can get aggressive easily.

-Pack betas focus on the harmony of the pack. They’re the ones most focused on the emotional state of the pack. They know when things are going amiss and can settle it quickly.

-Pack omegas bring nurturing and calmness to the pack. There can only be one omega per pack because they’re extremely territorial and aggressive when it comes to their pack, unless the omega was bonded to another omega(s) before joining the pack.

-Usually most mated packs have anywhere from 2-10 alphas and betas and 1 omega.

-Of course monogamy exists in this world too, but I’m speaking mostly on polyamorous packs.

-Mated packs overrule safety packs most of the time. If a pack alpha of a mated pack says it’s too dangerous for his pack members, the safety pack alpha has to reevaluate the situation.

I have a lot more I want to add to this but I have to get my thoughts together more. Let me know if y’all think this is interesting, or not. It’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to.

-OM

[omegaverse-anthropologist]

pack structure

i have a more general post about packs which explains the concept and the function of packs as communities of care. in this post, i’ll discuss the typical roles that packs have.

pack roles

dominant alpha

sometimes referred to as Alpha (as opposed to lowercase-a alpha), a ‘dominant alpha’ refers to the alpha whose social standing is highest in a pack with more than one alpha present.

naming of a dominant alpha may be immediate or may take as long as months, especially when a new alpha with a strong personality is introduced to a group. the following behaviors are typical when a pack is in the process of naming an Alpha:

posturing behaviors (e.g. providing for the pack, scenting pack members, marking territory via releasing strong pheromones)

tests of will (e.g. growling, glaring, aggressive eye contact until one alpha looks away)

social structuring behavior may escalate to physical altercation.

often, alphas are unaware of the social structuring behavior being performed. they may describe antagonistic feelings toward their competitor/s (e.g., ‘i just don’t like that guy;’ ‘she’s just an asshole’) or feelings of insecurity (e.g. ‘they’re trying to make my friends hate me;’ ‘he wants to replace me.’) but these feelings usually dissipate when the social structuring behavior is completed and the packs alphas submit to the Alpha.

alpha social structuring behavior generally only takes place between the pack’s alphas. the alphas’ submission is what names a pack alpha, though non-alpha packmates’ discomfort affects the outcome of the structuring behavior. non-alpha packmates may choose to support their choice for Alpha by seeking their scent, spreading their scent-marked possessions around the den, or rejecting the other alpha’s provision.

chief omega

sometimes colloquially referred to as the pack’s ’den mother.’ because omegas tend to be more collaborative and community focused, there is no generally recognized omegan equivalent of a dominant alpha; though many packs have tacit social hierarchies. in such groups, a chief omega is named either explicitly or implicitly.

when a new omega is introduced to a pack, there may be a period of discomfort and insecurity for the established omegas. established omegas may feel that the new pack member is trying to replace them or turn the pack against them, but in a healthy pack these feelings do not persist.

the chief omega is the one to whom most pack mates, regardless of sex, tend to defer during disagreements. historically, the den mother or chief omega would have been the Alpha’s mate, but this default is no longer prevalent.

many modern packs reject the idea of a chief omega or den mother, asserting that no one should hold all the responsibility to ‘mother’ their adult packmates.

historical roles

advisor

an advisor was a beta who held the Alpha’s ear. often, the Alpha would consult their advisor and chief omega before making major decisions, such as expanding pack territory, migrating to a new location, or accepting new members into the pack. in the modern day, there is no formal advisor. in a healthy pack, this function is filled by open discussion among pack members and conversation with the Alpha’s closest friends.

emissary

an emissary was a beta who served as a pack’s representative to other packs. when forging pack alliances, the emissary was sent ahead to announce their Alpha’s arrival. they would be returned to their pack, often with a gift or word of greeting as a sign of good faith. emissaries needed diplomatic skill and strong endurance, as they were often required to travel great distances relatively quickly.

in the modern day, packs are not independent bodies with state-like sovereignty, so there is no need for representatives in this sense. historical packs or long-established families (e.g. royal houses or ‘old money’ families) may still have formal pack advisors and emissaries, but the vast majority of packs do not.

[written-in-the-stars3]

honkai star rail omegaverse au pt. 1

the astral express:

himeko, welt and march 7th are all betas.

dan heng is an alpha, but initially introduced himself as a beta.

caelus is an omega

headcanons:

dan heng is a young alpha that had introduced himself as a beta when he joined the express.

he used scent blockers and suppressants to conceal his alpha traits which worked until caelus joined the crew.

despite the medication he was on- he found his true self slowly trying to creep up to the surface whenever caelus was around. he has been around many omegas without any implications, so why is this omega making things difficult for him?

spoiler alert, they are fated.

they learn the truth once the truth about dan heng's past comes forth and he sees that the express accepts him for who he is, he stops taking suppressants

it is an adjustment for everyone on the express, having a fated alpha and omega within the same vicinity, especially for the pair themselves

himeko, welt and march navigate around them and help the two out- for example, himeko will check on caelus after heats since his pheromones have no impact on her.

dan heng wants to help out, but is afraid he would not be able to control himself since this is all very new for them so he will ask himeko, welt or march to pass things along to caelus and to check on him when he is unable to

[gemini-sensei]

Okay so @sensei-venus has me thinking of a/b/o stuff again (like holy shot that was so good) and I can't help thinking about alpha!Tory, beta!Robby and omega!Reader 👀

Like, people would look at them and wonder why Tory has a beta following her and Reader around. If anyone says anything to her about it, she gets pissed and Robby and Reader have to calm her down.

"They're not worth it, Tor. Let's just go."

Whenever they're out and about, Reader is always between them holding their hands. She's so happy and cute. Tory can't deny holding her hand in public even though she'd never hold Robby's hand in public. That's the one little cute PDA shell allow. Everything else is hard-core making out and ass grabbing. Robby is less than thrilled about the ass grabbing in public.

Heats and ruts are so weird for Robby because he doesn't get either. So when Reader is in heat, he'll take care of her as best he can. Tory gets him fake knots so that he can "properly take care of" their omega. He was shy about using them at first but when he saw how well Reader responded to them, he was very happy with it so long as she was happy with it. He loves pounding her fat cunt, holding her in a mating press so her belly is pressed into her thighs, and he can watch his big fake knot pop into her.

He is also there for Tory when she's in rut and Reader isn't available or she wants to utterly plow him. She shoves his face in the mattress and damn near suffocates him while pounding into him from behind. His eyes roll up and he's just gone, fucked dumb by her big fat alpha cock. Sometimes Reader will join them and push his face into her fat, wet cunt because smelling Tory's rut musk alone will make her wet. He eats her out and laps up all her slick as if it'll be his last meal. She wraps her thick thighs around his head while he's getting his guts stuffed with cum.

After fucking for a while, whether Robby's in the middle of it or not, they always end up cuddling. Reader ends up between her alpha and beta, loving having their warmth on either side of her. Robby usually takes on aftercare for both his alpha and omega, then comes to cuddle. He's rubbing her wide hips whilst Tory is marking up her neck in that after sex haze.

He's so touchstarved and neither of them forget that, Reader giving him so much attention. Often he'll use her fat tits as a pillow, especially if Tory utterly destroyed him. If that's the case, Reader provides aftercare and rubs her scent all over him.

They're low key the cutest throuple ever but most people wouldn't believe it because Tory is so aggressive, even for an alpha. They don't give a fuck what others think though, so long as they don't say the wrong thing to Tory...

[reliand]

The end of chapter 6 of A Dark and Savage Magic broke me, okay? I was a sobbing mess...which I've been for a lot of this fic, but damn. This scene just squeezed my heart. Thank you for writing this @tessacrowley <3 you are an absolute gem

If you haven't read it, it's an interesting and heartbreaking look into omegaverse, and for Draco in particular, but heed the warnings.

[ghetto-omega]

‎❀‎✿❀Heat Crash Course❀✿❀

I would like to start this post off by saying don't have sex with your pups... Uhm.. I feel like that should be obvious but just in case U´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`U ...

I would also like to note that all my info posts are for MY verse in particular, and is not the end all be all, so you don't have to agree with me or you can adopt all my headcanons into your own arsenal

Beware this is a long ass post, like I spent about 4 hours on this for no reason. Smh.

If you notice any typos, no you didn't

With that being said...

‎‧₊˚✿General✿˚₊‧

Heats are generally only experienced by omegas, but there are enough outliers for me to justify mentioning it. For the sake of this post, I will be referring to omegas specifically just because I have the most experiences with omegas with heats. (both being an omega and being friends with omegas)

𑁍 What is heat ?

𑁍 Body's natural instinct to copulate and an almost guaranteed way to produce pups

Indepth: Heats are a part of (most commonly) an omega's cycle. It's the part of the cycle where an omega is the most fertile, the most sensitive (physically and emotionally), and the most vulnerable.

There's a hormonal change in the omegas body. It's essentially the body's way to encourage sex by "setting the mood" lol.

Scent glands also open up more, causing more potent scent and pheromones to attract other partners.

Physical symptoms come not only from hormonal fluctuation, but also the body going into overdrive to protect itself from infection, the body's stress from overworking itself naturally, as well as outside stresses like work and family.

Though if an omega gets too stressed it can cause them to skip their heat entirely, but this is also a very large sign that something is very wrong. Skipping heat too many times (both from something more natural like stress or manmade like heat suppressants) can cause an omega to go into a forced heat, or a self-induced drop.

𑁍 When do omegas enter heat ?

𑁍 Anywhere between 3 days to 2 weeks once every 2 months

Indepth: Every omega that you meet will experience heat in a different way, but typically they last anywhere between three days to two weeks, but the shorter the heat the more intense the symptoms. The average length is about one week, give or take a day, once every one to two months.

The first few days of heat are normally the calmest. A little bit of cramping is to be expected, but overall the omega should still be functional. They may be wearing a collar, cuffs, or extra strength scent patches, but they should overall be fine.

The next days are more unpredictable, there's a widespread of omegas who have the climax of their heat in the middle, but just as many who have it at the end. It's important for omegas to stay on bedrest during this time, not just for their comfort, but their safety.

Omegas with a shorter heat are at a higher risk of entering heat in public, seeing as they don't have the days long of build up that other omegas have. They're also at higher risk of dying during their heats because of how spontaneously they can come and go, this could very well throw their body into shock. Omegas who are malnourished or sleep deprived are also at higher risk of death.

𑁍 Where do omegas prefer to spend their heat ?

𑁍 Omegas typically prefer to spend their heat in their nests, or at the very least with their mate, but there are a few rare outliers to this.

In depth: Omegas will create a safe space out of their packs (or partners) items, could be blankets, clothes, toys, etc. Some omegas do this ritual year round, others only feel the urge to nest during heats. It all depends on the person. Some omegas need a whole space to themselves just for nesting.

Of course, you make due with what you have. In public, if they truly have no other options, an omega might find a small hidden place to go and ride out the worst of it. Even the most docile omega would get aggressive in this situation.

If they end up in the hospital or urgent care both places come equipped with seperate rooms for anyone to ride out their heats OR their ruts. Some people don't have a safe place to go through these things, so they can at least go to the hospital if need be.

Some particularly inclusive clubs or bars may also have one or two small rooms they can keep someone, not like overnight or anything, but for long enough that someone can come get the person in heat/rut.

𑁍 How do heats feel ?

𑁍 Every omega experiences it differently, but typical symptoms are: overheating, brain fog, cramping, excessive slick production, potent pheromones and scents, lethargy, fatigue, and an overwhelming need to be bred.

In depth: for a typical week-ish long heat you'll probably experience a little bit of cramping, but mostly all over body, and pelvic aches that'll slowly get worse until the heat is over.

Omegas with shorter periods or particularly painful ones will be on bed rest their entire heat. Their bodies are flushed with fever, and rocked with brutal cramps. The only thing that can really soothe an omega is a knot, exhaustion, sedative, or a long steady period of being bred. How long their contentedness lasts is really up to the method, and how good of a job their partner is doing at administering said method.

Overly sensitive skin and nose is one of the most common symptoms. Most omegas tend to spend their heats nude and enclosed in their nests because of this. Irritability because of this is also pretty common, try not to hold an omegas mean comments against them around this time.

The worst of the symptoms are flashes of blindness or whited out vision (remember to keep hydrated to help prevent this), temporary amnesia or short term memory loss, inability to move, and hyperactive skin shedding or peeling leaving sore open wounds on the body. These symptoms also aren't common, but can be developed at any time, especially in a high stress environment.

‧₊˚✿First Heats✿˚₊‧

𑁍 In order to avoid unnecessary fear or stress from your pup, it's important to have talked to them about heats and ruts before their first experience

Depending on your pup, in the coming days before the pinnacle of their heat you might experience clinginess, excessive crying, hyper aggression, anxiety, or avoidance (especially of school and anybody not family or a fellow omega)

It's important to watch their temperature, especially if they play sports. It's common for omegas to experience fever or even heat stroke if you don't know what to look for

Look out for more concerns about nesting (especially if they hadn't taken any interest in it before), excessive sweating or thirst, increased or no appetite, lethargy, and extreme mood swings.

Make sure to talk to your pup, as well as take them out of the school for the rest of their heat. Keep carbs and fatty foods on hand to prevent illness, dehydration, and malnourishment

Once at the height of their heat they'll be hypersensitive, so make sure to be weary of a stimulus and watch their body language

Don't be surprised if your pup smells sour to you. They are in a lot of pain right now.

Make sure to lightly scent ONLY the things your pup gives you permission to

The number one rule of helping your pup through heat is to listen to them. It's important not to overstep your pup's boundaries to not cause unnecessary stress.

‧₊˚✿Heat with Packs✿˚₊‧

This really depends on the pack. Some packs act more like polycules, others act more like a platonic family, others are strictly friendly, some are some mix of all three

This all completely depends on your pack's comfortability.

For some this means everyone in the pack helps the omegas out with their heat, some only allow their mate(s) to do it.

Some packs allow the pack members to help out in a way that doesn't involve sex, or maybe they're only allowed to help like that when their mate is away

Some even only allow other omegas to help, and everyone else has to stay out.

This is a completely gray area, whatever you decide is perfect as long as it's a good fit for you and your pack.

‎‧₊˚✿Other✿˚₊‧

There are specific brands that cater to the needs of omegas in heat, there's specifically an abundance of food and drink brands, as well as a few adult toy brands

𑁍 Protection

Collars are a common tool used by all sexes while experiencing intense fluctuation in their scent glands or pheromones. Some prefer the stylish ones that give a little less protection, others prefer just something plain that gets the job done, and some prefer the discreet options that look like they're part of a top or pants

There are covers you can place over a knot to help with lubrication so you don't get locked in your partner, some condoms come with built in ones, but they are the more expensive option

Scent patches are even more common than collars, especially the ones that blend in with the skin. Typically you can find these over the counter at your local drug store, though you can get ones prescribed to you as well

There's more but I've been working on this post for hours... And girl I am SO tired lmao

𑁍 Heat suppressants

Technically heat suppressants could go under protection, but I've decided it needs it's own category

Heat suppressants, while being useful can also be deadly. It's important not to take them more than absolutely necessary

Unlike scent patches these aren't just a patch to put on your body to prevent it from happening

Heat suppressants are administered by pill or by needle, they actually mess with your body's hormones and physiology. They can cause a lot of damage if either used without caution, or bought from an unreliable source

They can cause irregular and painful heat, high blood pressure, infertility, cardiovascular issues, and more.

While fine sparingly, using it too much will cause health problems

I have a giant omegaverse dictionary in the works... It will be finished someday...

I want to make a post full of fake brands that would be in omegaverse if you want to help me with that lol

Ofc, feel free to give me headcanons in the notes or hop into my askbox. I love talking to y'all U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

[sarahowritesostucky]

A/B/O World Building: Omega Nesting Nooks

So, my headcanon for this is that houses traditionally had little nooks built in here or there, meant specifically for the household's omegas when the urge to nest took over or when they were in heat, or giving birth/new mothers.

Sometimes it could be a piece of furniture, or more like a closet.

Some would be more open if they were considered more communal; some would be more closed off if they were considered more personal/private

Alphas would traditionally have to ask permission before going in these spaces, as Omegas who are nesting can be very territorial

Sometimes omegas will choose to use their nooks as their regular full time bedroom, as the closed-in space makes them feel very safe.

Here are some pics from my Pinterest board (yes, I have a whole board of these)