#alpha callum turner

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@doriennnnn

I’m absolutely terrible at saving and cataloging fics I like, so I’ll name three that I remember by heart and a couple I managed to save across various sources.

Blue by Kalenderen (@urbanspires on Tumblr). This fic and everything around it stir up so many emotions in me, which is why it will always hold the number one spot. It’s a love-hate story between actors Callum and Austin, filled with jealousy, love, anger, pain, and the constant need to pretend to be something you’re not just to get somewhere in this cruel world. It feels like someone pulled this fic straight from my own mind—I feel it with my own nerves, my soul. I don’t even know how to describe it.

But the fic’s journey hasn’t been easy. The morality police went after the guy writing it with idiotic accusations that Callum and Austin are real people and that he shouldn’t be writing about them (as if John Egan and Gale Cleven are not real people, right?!). The author initially tried changing the names (which was completely ridiculous, because Callum and Austin were still painfully obvious), then went along with the other demands of this so-called morality police, whose appetite only seemed to grow. Eventually, he just abandoned the fic altogether. There was a brief moment when it seemed like his inspiration had returned, but these disgusting vultures managed to push him to delete the story completely from AO3 and Tumblr. I feel like crying that I didn’t save at least part of what he’d written.

God, this is one of those moments when I don’t want anything to do with this fandom.

2. bite tongue, deep breaths, by uzimaki, 14K words. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55328026?view_full_work=true Omegaverse Dune fic. The author has an absolutely incredible imagination and a talent for seeing things from a different perspective. Even the names are a treat—meet AUSTIN ATREIDES and CALLUM CORRINO! Callum is the prince of Corrino, and Austin is Bene Gesserit. You have to read it—it’s fantastic!

Oh, and Austin has a vagina in this fic (beware, vagina-haters!), which is pretty much my go-to for Omegaverse where omegas can give birth naturally.

3. Such stuff as dreams are made on, by WonderGinia (@amiserableseriesofevents on Tumblr), 103K words. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55636504/chapters/141217963 An intriguing theater universe, intense slow burn. Even though I’m not a theater fan, never have been, and probably never will be, Gale in this story is incredibly compelling with his combination of psychological trauma and insecurities—he’s sensitive, vulnerable, and desperately in need of love. He’s a character I genuinely enjoy.

Normally, I’m not a fan of long fics that update once a week, because with real life happening, I tend to forget what came before, and unfinished stories start blending into an indistinguishable mess. But somehow, the stars aligned back then—I wasn’t reading many other fics, and this universe was unique enough that I remembered it well. Plus, my long comments and many questions to the author stood out to me as memorable. I rarely do that since authors usually reply briefly, clearly not interested in much discussion. But WonderGinia answered eagerly, making it engaging. Part of the story was in the written text, and the other part was what came out in the comments.

A March in April by defnotanarc

Another First (Work) by JoeyAlohaDream

below deck (Work) by consors

Darling, Make It Go Away (Work) by RambleOnWaywardSon

How to survive being the new hot teacher (By Gale Cleven) (Work) by PinkSiames

Love at second sight (Work) by WonderGinia

The Boy Next Door (Work) by JoeyAlohaDream

Do They Collide? (I Ask and You Smile) by MaShEd_P0tat_0s

feel you on my fingertips by joeyjello

My King’s Crown is made of Flowers by DonotNomi

maybe i'm amazed by teukchul

this august i began to dream of drowning (in you) by simplykayley

Lonely Traveler by RambleOnWaywardSon

'Til Death Do Us Part by RambleOnWaywardSon

Blue Days by QueenKaterina

dive for dreams by Avonne

Wait, WHAT ? by Amethyste_Blanche

And I also recommend this—check it out, you won’t regret it, even though it’s not a fic: Our Baby by V13ENYA

[anavilante]

Oh god it's Bene Gesserit Omega Austin ♥

Bene Gesserit omega Austin is amazing and alpha Callum looks like a badass but kinda sub for his lovely wife ♥ I love it!

Bene Gesserit & Prince of Corrino

[pochiperpe90]

Alpha!Prince Callum of Corrino x Omega!Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

[spacefinch]

A list of my favorite characters associated with the sky, birds, and/or flight.

Tom Paris (Star Trek Voyager)

Callum (The Dragon Prince)

Skyla (Pokémon)

Winona (Pokémon)

Falkner (Pokémon)

Kahili (Pokémon)

Hera Syndulla (Star Wars Rebels)

Mart Mattin (Star Wars Rebels)

Wedge Antilles (Star Wars original trilogy)

Hikaru Sulu (Star Trek TOS)

Hailey Turner (The Search for WondLa)

Jason Grace (Heroes of Olympus)

Nyx (The Dragon Prince)

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Clint Barton/Hawkeye (elder)

Kate Bishop/Hawkeye (younger)

Sam Wilson/Falcon

Dashi (Octonauts— she flies the Octo-Ray!)

Nausicaa (Studio Ghibli— Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind)

Pazu (Studio Ghibli— Castle in the Sky)

Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

Han Solo (Star Wars)

Sabi (Braviary’s warden in Pokémon Legends Arceus)

Hækel (The Search for WondLa trilogy)

Hope Van Dyne/the Wasp (MCU)

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott (Star Trek TOS— he might not be a pilot, but he sure as heck loves the feel of flying.)

Sabine Wren (Star Wars Rebels)

Jinora (The Legend of Korra)

Nyota Uhura (Star Trek TOS— her first name means “Star!”)

Zinnia (Pokémon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire)

Elesa (Pokémon)

Zym (The Dragon Prince)

Queen Zubeia (The Dragon Prince)

Note: I use “sky” in a very broad sense here. It could mean the air itself or the wind. It could mean clouds and rain. It could even mean thunder and lightning storms. It also means the night sky as well.

Anyway, I think it’s safe to say I have a type when it comes to characters I like. This probably isn’t even all the Sky or bird associated characters that I know of.

Some things about me (which explain my taste in characters)

I am a huge bird nerd, both on this site and IRL.

Everyone who follows this blog knows I go by “Finch” for my online persona.

There was a time I wanted to be a pilot, before realizing it was too hard

I’ve wanted to be an ornithologist since I found out what it is. I want to study birds for a living.

I went through a WW2 aircraft phase during my sophomore year in high school

[pyremourerp-promo]

Site Name: Pyremoure RP Type: OC/Skeleton Supernatural RP Discord: https://discord.gg/J9Cvkt6CDV

***WC's we're looking to fill - ***

THE EX / ANY SPECIES / FC UTP Eion O'Connor is looking for their ex partner - once married and now divorced, not everything is at it seems with these two and their whirl wind of a romance!

THE TWIN / DHAMPIR / FC UTP Alastair is looking for their twin sibling to land in Pyremoure, can they repair the relationship they once had?

THE SIBLINGS / MERFOLK / FC UTP ARAB/DESI DESCENT Nakia wants the drama of their family learning the real reason Nakia was disowned by their family!

THE LONG LOST BROTHER / PHOENIX / FC CALLUM TURNER/DAVID CORENSWET Phoenix's are scarce and Barnaby's long lost brother isn't aware of what they really are! Can Barnaby help them understand who they really are?

THE CONDUCTOR / MERFOLK / FC UTP CHINESE DESCENT Kang is looking for the sibling which orcastrated the masscure of their family, including Kang himself. What kinds of fun will this bring to Pyremoure?

THE CHILDREN / FAE / FC'S UTP Arion's looking for the children he put into hiding to protect them, new to Pyremoure they're looking for their father Realm leader and Fae Prince.

THE O'CONNORS / WEREWOLF / FC'S UTP CAUCASTIAN DESCENT Currently the largest family in Pyremoure, Pack Alpha Eion is looking for the rest of his family. The baby of the family, the rebel who betrayed them all and the classic middle sibling.

[butdaddyilovehim99]

guard dog

Oh look, it’s Callum lurking around Austin again, what else is new?

[anavilante]

Prince Alpha Callum Corrino and

Bene Gesserit Omega Austin Atreides

It's all started with an idea @multifandomshark x

I mean... Hell they're

AUSTIN ATREIDES and CALLUM CORRINO!

As I imagine Bene Gesserit Omega Austin Atreides

Masterpiece fic @rauthanen

As I imagine Austin's body chains in the sex scene

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Not his omega.2

Part 2: John Brings Gale Home

John brings a hungry and exhausted Gale home, realizing the extent of his suffering over the past year. He quickly understands that caring for Gale will be much harder than expected, as the omega has been deeply affected both physically and emotionally. Despite knowing Gale has chosen someone else, John is determined to help him, even though he recognizes that it will be a difficult and challenging journey ahead.

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John opened the door and gestured for Gale to enter. He hesitated, awkwardly fidgeting, then slowly and cautiously stepped inside, ready to run. When the light turned on, he whistled in surprise, "You have a huge house." 

He sniffed the air nervously, and John immediately understood what was worrying him, "There's no one else here. I live alone." 

Gale looked back and asked,  "Why does someone living alone need such a big house?" 

John was a bit taken aback by such boldness, his mind racing with potential responses to this impudent question: None of your business. I won’t always be alone. I like having plenty of space; it’s good for getting laid—several options crossed his mind, but he settled on a more neutral one, "It's an inheritance from my aunt." 

John then heard Gale's stomach growl loudly, "The kitchen is over there." 

John pulled out what he thought would be good for a pregnant omega: leftover cold cuts, some different cheeses, yogurt, milk, a few pears, plums, grapes, and avocados. He also added almonds and cashews. 

Gale devoured the food ravenously, shoving it into his mouth with dirty fingers, barely chewing, almost choking as he washed it down with milk that dribbled down his dirty face.

John shivered with déjà vu: he remembered how elegantly and neatly Gale used to eat in the mess hall of their flight school. Slowly, cutting his food into even smaller pieces with a fork and knife, he would take small bites, chewing slowly and deliberately. 

Yes, there was no trace left of that Gale, John thought sadly. 

"Do you want me to make you scrambled eggs with bacon and veggies? I'm sure you'd like something warm to eat." 

The omega froze, mouth full, looked at him, and slowly nodded. John was surprised that he even heard the offer. 

He put a frying pan on the stove and got the ingredients ready, suddenly realizing that the food he had set out for the blonde was too much, and judging by how greedily and nonstop he was eating, he might hurt himself by eating it all. 

He said,  "Leave that for now; I'll cook you something. There's enough food, you'll be full." 

But Gale didn't even hear him, continuing to stuff himself with whatever was in sight. He was pulling slices of cheese from the package and shoving them into his mouth.

John grabbed the cheese pack and said,  "Give it to me, I'll make you something better." 

Gale yanked the package back with a hiss. 

John blinked in confusion: the omega hissed at him. Only those bound by blood or family ties could hiss at each other; doing this with strangers was the height of disrespect. He got angry and snapped, tearing the package from Gale's hands, "I said, give it to me!" 

The omega, too tightly gripping the package, heard the alpha's command, panicked, and recoiled to the side, losing his balance on the chair and tumbling to the floor. He curled into a fetal position, pulling his knees to his chest to protect the child inside him, raising his open palms in a gesture of submission, signaling he wouldn't resist. 

John froze in shock, witnessing perhaps the saddest scene of his life. He had never been cruel or harsh to Gale in flight school, so he realized Gale wasn't afraid of him.

Damn, what have I done? He thought. His relationship with his alpha must not have been the best, judging by this reaction.

He quietly crouched down next to the omega and, using the calmest and most friendly voice, said, “It’s okay, Buck. It’s me, Bucky, John Egan, your…” He hesitated, “your roommate from flight school, your friend. I’m not going to hurt you. Do you hear me? I won’t do anything to you. You don’t have to be afraid of me.” 

He gently touched Gale’s ankle, and omega opened one eye. 

“It’s okay, Buck. There’s nothing to be afraid of here.” 

The blonde slowly lowered his hands and gave John an embarrassed look, clearly ashamed of his overly frightened reaction to the alpha’s emotions. 

“I'll make you some warm, tasty food. Okay?” John asked, and the omega, barely holding back tears, nodded. “But don’t eat anything else. It’ll hurt you, okay?” 

Gale nodded as if mesmerized, watching John’s every move as though forgetting his hunger. 

The rest of the meal passed surprisingly without incident. Gale sat humbly and patiently at the kitchen table while John cooked something quick, warm, and nutritious for him. Then, after wiping the plate clean with a piece of bread so that it barely needed washing, Gale said sadly, “Thank you, Bucky. You were always a good friend. Thanks for feeding me. I’ve taken enough of your time and patience. Sorry, I’ll go now. Don’t be mad that I hissed at you, it’s just that I…” He fell silent, searching for the right words. 

“Stay, Buck,” John said, leaning against the kitchen doorframe. “It’s night already. And you don’t have anywhere to stay.” 

Gale bit his lip and said, “I’m sorry you have to see me like this. It’s surely far from the person you remember from our flight school.”

John shook his head, “That doesn’t matter. But you should take a bath, and I’ll find you some proper clothes.”

The time while the omega was washing up in the bathroom, John spent looking for clothes that were now too small for him, since the omega was definitely smaller and thinner, and preparing a small tray with a snack, which he placed in the guest room so his hungry guest could have a little more to eat before bed. 

Suddenly, he heard the slap of wet feet on the bathroom tiles and the sound of vomiting. John grabbed the bathroom door handle, and... it wasn't locked. A naked Gale was miserably curled up over the toilet and whispered apologetically, “Looks like you were right about not eating too much at once. But the bacon and eggs were divine. I'm sorry to part with them.” 

John, trying not to look at the body of a naked pregnant omega, still immediately noted the number of old and new bruises on his back, legs, and arms. Where the hell is his alpha? He thought angrily, feeling his blood boil. How could that bastard let this happen? He set the clothes down on the sink stand, “Get dressed. I made you a snack. Don’t worry, you won’t have to be hungry anymore.” 

The clothes smelled like John. Not strongly, not overwhelmingly, barely noticeable because he clearly hadn’t worn them in a long time, but standing in the bathroom, burying his face in the fabric, Gale could smell him. He eagerly pressed his face into the scent, then rubbed his neck against it, trying to blend their smells, even though it was impossible. 

When John entered the guest room sometime later, Gale was sitting on the bed, dressed in his old sweatpants and hoodie, “I tied my dirty clothes in a plastic bag,” he said. “I didn’t dare throw them in your laundry basket, they’re too dirty and they smell.” 

He was confused and embarrassed by the situation he found himself in, and John knew why: Gale had always been a proud and confident guy who did everything better than others. In flight school, they had both been sure he had a brilliant future ahead of him. Now, they were both witnessing his humiliating downfall.

The alpha inhaled. Immediately, that awful wave of nausea returned—trembling, an inability to take a full breath, weakness spreading through his body, and the dizzying sense he might pass out. But now the omega was completely clean. Damn, John thought in frustration, so it wasn’t because Gale was unwashed. It was his omega scent. Gale’s scent. That’s bad. Really bad.

For the first time, John clearly saw how thin Gale had become over the past year since their last meeting, as well as the bruises and scrapes on his pretty face, and it hurt to see it. Someone thought of hitting him, how could that thought even cross their mind? John couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

“Have a snack, Buck, and I’ll make you some hot herbal tea. It tastes like crap,” the alpha said apologetically, “but it helps you sleep.” 

While John brewed fresh tea, he thought about how he ended up in this situation with Gale and tried to figure out whether it was a curse or a blessing. 

When John brought the tea into the guest room where the omega was, he noticed that omega had fallen asleep with a full cheek of food from the nearby plate. He gently touched Gale’s cheek with his finger, feeling a tingling sensation where it met his skin, and when Gale came to, John said, “Swallow or spit out the food in your cheek. It’s dangerous to sleep with it there.” 

Gale quickly chewed the food and opened his mouth to show John that there was nothing left, just like a child showing their teacher they’d spit out their gum during class. 

“Good,” John said, covering the sleepy omega with a blanket, who immediately began snoring softly as soon as his head hit the pillow. “We’ll figure out what to do tomorrow.” 

The alpha thought the herbal tea was unnecessary, as the tired and hungry blond had fallen asleep in no time. 

“Good night, Buck,” John whispered as he left the room. 

Gale opened his eyes and watched his friend leave with overly thoughtful and alert eyes, showing no signs of sleep. 

John entered his own room, closed the door, and opened the window wide to the autumn night. The air was cool and clean, soon to start carrying icy notes, but not just yet, and the alpha breathed in the night air several times, filling his lungs to the brim.

His mind was in complete disarray. Emotions, memories, and sensations seemed to merge into one small sandbox, fighting like angry children. 

Buck has an alpha. Some damn bastard whose throat John wanted to tear out with his teeth. 

Buck is going to have a child. He’s forever tied to someone else with the new life growing inside him. 

Buck is starving and stealing, living on the streets. 

His beautiful sunny boy Buck is sometimes dirty and smells bad. 

Buck fights, and judging by the looks of it, doesn’t always win. 

It’s hard to be around him. Every instinct screams at John to run far away from not his omega, and part of him desperately wants to, but he can’t, because Buck needs help. 

You’ll never catch me, Bucky! Gale’s playful words from their bicycle race echoed in John’s memory. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking several deep drags of the wonderful tobacco smoke, which finally reset his still-nervous senses, filling them entirely with the rich scent. 

Before his eyes, he saw the bold, free, and playful Gale, glancing back cheerfully over his shoulder as the big, heavy alpha tried to catch up with him. 

John inhaled deeply, feeling the smoke fill his lungs, the products of combustion and nicotine spreading through his blood, then exhaled, breathing the smoke in through his nose again to forget the other smells in the world for a while. It was perfect. 

Nicotine was the third thing, after sex and alcohol, that John could never give up. He couldn’t resist how effortlessly it gathered his scattered emotions and allowed him to function as a decent, reasonable person after two cigarettes in a row. 

Yeah, I never did catch you, Buck, John thought sadly. But I couldn’t run away from you either.

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I'm tagging @bottomab @umika @amiserableseriesofevents @mazikeen because they said they were ready to read this.

I made another pic for part 2, but then I realized it didn't fit the meaning, so I used the previous one instead.😣

[anavilante]

Not his omega.1

Part 1: John Encounters Gale Again After a Year Since Civil Flight School Graduation

After a year apart since graduating from civil flight school, John unexpectedly runs into Gale, his former roommate and crush. Once a proud and accomplished pilot, Gale is now a homeless omega, pregnant and struggling to survive. This shocking reunion forces John to confront the harsh reality of Gale's situation and the changes that have occurred since their time together.

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John stopped the car a block from his destination and chose to walk, knowing how difficult parking was near the small grocery store. He could have gone to a closer market, but they didn’t carry his favorite cheese, a local brand he really liked.

With his hands in his coat pockets, he entered the tiny shop. There were only two other customers: a jittery guy arguing with the cashier and a scruffy-looking man in baggy clothes and a baseball cap.

What a crowd, John thought. He sighed, hoping to finish shopping quickly so he could get back to the peace of his living room, the hum of the TV, and his soft couch.

He picked up some deli meats, a few fruits, and a bottle of milk, intending to head to the cheese shelf. But the shabby-looking homeless man was lingering there. John didn’t want to get close—the guy smelled like a dumpster, as if bums had thrown up into it, and then cats had peed on it. He didn’t want to be within a block of him, let alone in the same small room.

But the vagrant was hesitating, and John got tired of waiting. He decided to push past the homeless guy, grab his cheese, and leave. As soon as he took a few steps toward him, John froze. His keen alpha sense of smell, despite being overwhelmed by the unbearable stench that irritated him, picked up something else: this dirty guy was an omega—a fairly young one. And not just any omega—a pregnant one.

John felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. His disgust shifted to regret because pregnant omegas shouldn’t look like this. They should be protected and cherished, valued by their alphas, surrounded by care, love, and tenderness—not wandering alone, reeking like vomit.

Finally, he understood why the ragged man had been lingering by the cheese shelf for so long. He's hungry, John realized. He’s trying to steal food. He noticed the omega hiding a packet of cheese in his baggy jacket, where a couple of apples were already stashed.

He approached the guy, fighting the unbearable stench, grabbed his wrist, and said:

"Don’t do that. The guards here are pretty nasty betas, and if they catch you stealing, they’ll beat you, and you don’t need that. I’ll pay for the food if you’re hungry, just don’t do anything stupid."

The guy gasped and finally looked up at him. John thought he was losing his mind because staring back at him from under the grimy baseball cap was Gale Cleven.

His best friend and roommate from flight school, the best pilot of them all—handsome, reserved, intelligent, blond, the perfect boy Gale, or Buck as John used to call him. He had been in love with him throughout their time at the school but could never bring himself to admit it honestly.

Now, Gale's face was dirty, tired, gaunt, with sunken cheeks covered in stubble. During the entire year of flight school, John had never once seen him unshaven. Even under the layer of dirt, the bruises and scrapes were clearly visible beneath his eye and on his cheekbone.

"Let me go," Gale whispered.

"Buck..." John said in shock. "What are you...?" He was so stunned he didn't even realize how tightly he was gripping omega's wrist, and how frightening it must have been for him.

Gale made a strange, loud sobbing sound and jerked away forcefully, accidentally knocking over a fruit display. This finally snapped John out of his stupor, and he let go of the omega's wrist. He bolted out of the store, dropping the stolen goods along the way.

The noise attracted the beta guards from the storeroom, but the brief pause they needed to figure out what happened was enough for John to shout:

“Hey, wait, wait, it’s my fault! I scared the guy. I’ll pay for everything. Leave him alone.”

Watching the fleeing figure disappear into the darkness, John approached the cashier to cover the damage.

Well, that was a trip to the store, he thought, tucking away his empty wallet and still in shock from the unexpected encounter. Everything felt like some drunken nightmare. Gale, his best friend from flight school—successful, proud, and handsome—had turned into a smelly vagrant stealing food out of hunger just a year after graduation.

A pregnant, mated vagrant, John reminded himself. And that thought sliced through his feelings like a razor. Gale has an alpha. An alpha from whom he’s expecting a child.

With trembling hands, John pulled a cigarette from the pack and nervously lit it. He couldn’t decide what upset him more: that Gale was a starving bum living on the streets or that he was bound forever by a new life with another guy. Probably both.

He walked down the street, oblivious to the light rain that seemed to mourn his carefree past in flight school, which now felt a bit naïve and childish, along with their shared year of life together.

This time, credit should be given to John's instincts; he sensed danger a second before he felt the strong, grasping hands pulling him into the darkness of the alley.

"What the hell?" he exclaimed before being pressed against the brick wall by a strong, lean, cat-like body that nonetheless reeked horribly.

It was Gale, he realized. He had been waiting for him.

"Food. Do you have food?" The omega knocked the cigarette out of John's mouth with visible disgust. "God, it stinks."

Look who’s talking, John thought.

He handed the bag of groceries to his former classmate, and Gale eagerly grabbed it, rummaging through the contents.

Realizing there was something to eat, omega settled next to the dumpster and began to tear into the food packages hungrily.

John, who had just started to recover from the shock of their unexpected reunion, asked, "What happened to your alpha?"

Gale shrugged uncertainly, stuffing his mouth with pieces of cheese using his dirty fingers, and biting into a juicy red apple as he replied, "It's a long story."

"If your alpha can't take care of you, then why don’t you seek shelter?"

Gale responded with only a gloomy glare.

"Pregnant omegas without alphas to care for them can't live on the streets, Buck, and you know that."

"Leave me alone," blonde mumbled with a full mouth.

"Buck, you should..."

"Don't you dare tell me what I should do," Gale growled, and John stepped back.

He reminded himself that he was just an outsider in this situation, not involved in the drama of Gale's relationship with his alpha, so he couldn't fully grasp the complexity of it all.

But it wasn't that simple: he was legally obligated to report that a pregnant omega was living on the streets and not receiving the necessary care.

"Who beat you up?"

The blonde shrugged irritably.

"Those damn security guards. Stupid betas," Gale scoffed. "Idiots with no sense of smell."

After finishing the contents of John's bag, the omega stood up and fixed his gaze on him.

"Do you have any more food?"

John replied, "Only at home."

Gale shifted his weight from foot to foot, frowning as if deep in thought.

"Okay."

He cautiously followed alpha to his car and sat down in the back seat, keeping his distance from John. Immediately, John rolled down all the windows despite the chilly autumn evening because being in the small enclosed space with the blonde's smell was unbearable for him.

After a while, Gale, who sat motionless pressed against the far door from the driver, said, "You didn't recognize me in the store, Bucky."

"What?"

"You didn't recognize me there until you came up and saw my face, even though we shared a room at flight school for almost a year."

"You're mated with another man, and you're pregnant, of course I didn't recognize your scent. It's completely different."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"I'm amazed how you alphas rely on your sense of smell for everything."

"Because it is the most reliable indicator and it is impossible to deceive."

"Is it?"

The rest of the journey was silent. John struggled against the urge to vomit from the unbearable smell of his companion, his heart pounding and breath hitching, while Gale drilled a tense gaze into the back of his head.

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Sorry, part 1 is almost the same as the brief promo. In the 2nd part there is a development of events.

I'm tagging @bottomab @umika @amiserableseriesofevents @mazikeen because they said they were ready to read this.

[anavilante]

Not his omega

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"You didn't recognize me in the store, Bucky."

"What?"

"You didn't recognize me there until you came up and saw my face, even though we shared a room at flight school for almost a year."

"You're mated with another man, and you're pregnant, of course I didn't recognize your scent. It's completely different."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"I'm amazed how you alphas rely on your sense of smell for everything."

"Because it is the most reliable indicator and it is impossible to deceive."

"Is it?"

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John, on his way home, stops at a small store to buy some food and sees a homeless-looking hungry pregnant omega trying to steal some cheese and a couple of apples. He approaches him to tell him not to do it, because the guards at this store are pretty mean and out of touch betas and deal cruelly with thieves and suddenly realizes that this hungry dirty bum is Gale. His best friend Gale Cleven from flight school, the best pilot of them all, handsome, reserved, smart, golden-haired, perfect boy Gale, with whom John had a crush all his time at that school, but could never honestly admit it to him. Gale, horrified that John wants to tell the guards about him, runs away, knocking over a shelf of fruits, for which John has to pay. Shocked by the realization of what happened to his close friend, John leaves the store, but in a dark alleyway, Gale is waiting for him.

@umika and @amiserableseriesofevents and a couple more people said they would read this. We'll see.

A close friend of mine said that Gale in this AU should look like Benny Cross (because it's a punishment for me😅😆 Why?😂) and you know I don't mind because he looks like Austin.

If I said Gale would look like Benny Cross, then Gale would look like Benny Cross in this fic. I'm a man of my word.

[anavilante]

Years have passed since beta Gale Cleven and his omega wife got married, but they have not been able to conceive a child. Because of this, they decided to turn to old family friend alpha John Egan to help solve this problem.

During the mating procedure, it turned out that alpha John is not receptive to the smell of Gale’s omega wife, but he is very interested in beta Gale. And to the horror of the omega, John conceives a child with her husband.

The Cleven family will have a child, but not at all in the way they expected, not in the way Gale with his years of suppressed desires expected.