#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?

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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

[anavilante]

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.

Word count: 2K

You can find all the released parts of the fic Not His Omega at this link.

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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

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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]

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.

Word count: 1.4K

You can find all the released parts of the fic Not His Omega at this link.

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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.3

Part 3: Tension Mounts Between John and Gale as Secrets Begin to Surface

Despite the difficulty of being near Gale, John is determined to help, but Gale’s reluctance to share his past complicates everything. As John tries to understand his actions, especially around his pregnancy, their fragile connection strains toward breaking.

Word count: 3K

You can find all the released parts of the fic Not His Omega at this link.

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Sleeping in warmth and safety, on a soft bed that smelled of his owner’s calming scent, reminded Gale of his carefree past, where his main concerns were good grades and successfully completing flight practice. It was indescribably pleasant, so the omega didn’t want to wake up. He wanted to stay in this bliss a bit longer, but something was teasing and stirring him, pulling him out of Morpheus’s cozy embrace. Gale frowned and tried to bury his face deeper into the soft pillow. It helped him relax a little, but now his baby kicked impatiently against his stomach. He tried to soothe the child by placing his hand where the kick had landed and gently stroking it. Usually, that worked, but now the baby pressed insistently against his hand.

Sighing in disappointment, the omega propped himself up on one elbow and immediately realized what had so rudely pulled him from his sleep—it was a smell. Not John’s scent this time, but the incredibly delicious aroma of food coming from the kitchen. Gale’s stomach growled angrily, and without a moment’s hesitation, he headed toward the source of the amazing smell, which he felt he could have found even in a stranger’s house with his eyes closed.

He tiptoed downstairs and peeked into the kitchen, where John was bustling by the stove with pots and pans, filling the room with that wonderful aroma. Gale, sticking only his head out from behind the door frame, carefully scanned the kitchen to make sure John was alone, he was worried he might catch him with someone else. The thought unsettled him, and even though the alpha had said he lived alone, Gale decided to play it safe.

John turned around immediately, not seeing or hearing his presence, but simply sensing it, “In our café today, we have two breakfast options: chicken fillet with rice or an omelette with tomatoes and mushrooms.”

“I want…” Gale averted his eyes shyly and shuffled his bare feet on the floor. “Both.”

John smiled, “All right, but promise me you’ll eat slowly and chew well.”

Gale eagerly raised his hand, signalling his agreement to all conditions, and then sat down at the table in anticipation.

John had to reluctantly acknowledge that the symptoms of being around another’s omega, which had entirely faded overnight after sleeping in his locked room with an open window and the icy autumn air, had returned in full force with Gale’s reappearance. His heart was racing, his hands were trembling, his palms were sweaty, and the terrible pounding of his heart in his ears drowned out everything else. He felt awful—broken, miserable, useless, unfit for anything. He wanted to throw down the pan and run far away from this house, away from this kitchen and Gale within it, out to the field behind his home where he could collapse onto the cold ground, gasping for air like a fish out of water.

Yes, he knew it was just physiology. That damn scent of the mated omega was doing this to him. He understood with his mind that he was needed, that he was helpful, that he was assisting his friend who was in trouble, but his body kept telling him he was a useless piece of shit and relentlessly demanded that he crawl away from this place as far as possible.

The omega, a little embarrassed by the silence hanging between them, unexpectedly asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood, "Where’s your moustache, Bucky?"

"Where’s your alpha?" John snapped in response.

Shit, that was rude, he thought. His nervousness, caused by his bad condition, was showing, and he hadn’t been able to stop himself in time.

Gale blinked, confused, and placed his hands between his knees. He stared out the window and said, sounding sad, "Well, looks like it’s 1:1."

John hung his head, irritably stirring the contents of the pan. As if it wasn’t obvious that his relationship with his alpha wasn’t a topic he wanted to discuss, he thought, feeling frustrated.

He wanted to change the subject, so he said, "When you were sleeping, I took some bruise ointment to your bathroom. It helps them heal. And I also left some shaving supplies in case you decide to shave..."

Gale thought about it for a moment. He must have fallen into such a deep sleep if he hadn’t noticed someone else nearby. Normally, that didn’t happen when he slept on the streets. There, you had to stay alert, always sleeping with one eye open. But here, it was so warm, calm, and safe that he had let his guard down and fallen asleep without a care, and it felt... strangely pleasant.

He suddenly felt the urge to look in the mirror and see how he looked, a thought that hadn't crossed his mind in a long time. Damn, probably awful, Gale thought, Bucky had never once said that I needed to tidy myself up. And now it sounded like exactly that to him. The omega, somewhat confused, scratched his fingers over his bristly cheeks and chin.

"Ugh. I’m not shaving right now," he said apologetically. "My skin’s too sensitive after... after the pregnancy, and it irritates easily. If someone kindly lets me tidy up a bit, I use a trimmer, if there’s one." John walked to the table to lay out the food onto plates, and Gale blurted out suddenly, "It’s not as bad as it seems! My stubble isn’t too harsh or prickly, and it grows really slowly... Touch it!"

He closed his eyes and stretched his neck, tilting his face as if inviting John to feel it.

What the hell? John thought. I must be dead. I must be lying somewhere on a dirty street with a cracked skull after a fight, and my dying brain is racing with last fantasies. But who said fantasies have to be sweet and pleasant? No, my fantasies are straight-up John-style. There’s a guy in my house that I had a crush on, but it's almost torture, and I can barely be around him without some weird panic attack. At flight school, I was always finding excuses to touch him even just for a second because I was losing my mind over him, while he was cold and detached, and now he's actually offering me to touch him, but I just can’t anymore. Yeah, I must be dead, and this is my personal hell.

John thought about what it would be like to cup his chin with his palm, run his thumb over the already decent stubble, find out what it felt like... Then slide a finger over his plump lips, enjoy the difference in sensations between the skin, thickly covered with hair and the smooth hotness of his lips, press on his lower lip a little bit, hinting that he wants to get inside his mouth and freeze in anticipation, would Gail allow him? Feel like heart would nervously break into a frenzied pounding when, after some doubt, Gale would open his lips and allow him to dive into the heat of a wet, tender mouth, slide over the hardness of the white teeth and touch his tongue, which would immediately rush towards a light caress, lips closed around his finger, capturing it and Gale would begin to suck it a little, caressing it inside with a gentle tongue, making him think about how it would feel if it weren’t a finger. Press a finger abundantly covered with saliva on the deft tongue, forcing to relax and slightly pull his jaw down, hinting to open the mouth and look at the pink tender wet mouth of the omega, eager to fill it with his own tongue or dick.

The Alpha blinked, snapping out of the sudden fantasy that had gripped him. What was strange, however, was that his dick remained unresponsive to the vivid images flooding his mind, as if some connection between his groin and his brain had been severed. This was something new.

I don't know what the hell is going on, but something’s definitely wrong, John felt it deep in his gut as he watched the omega eat his breakfast. He doesn’t want to talk about his alpha. Whatever happened between them, that guy is obviously no help in this situation. He shudders at the mere mention of the shelter, and frankly, I can barely bring myself to be in the same room with him.

An alpha during an omega’s pregnancy isn’t just a husband, friend, lover, or protector. Through daily affection and intimacy, he provides essential substances that help the baby grow and develop healthily. The omega’s body can’t produce these substances on its own because it’s not as autonomous as a beta’s body. These substances are important for neutralizing the negative elements the omega’s body produces during pregnancy.

If the alpha and omega are separated for any reason, the omega must receive special medications to replace the alpha’s substances at a shelter. The omega will be registered there as an omega without an alpha. These medications can’t be bought at a pharmacy, and they aren’t prescribed by a doctor. They can only be obtained in a shelter by taking tests and proving that there is a deficiency in the alpha substances. These aren’t vitamins or supplements that might have a small effect on your body; they’re more like a poison, which doesn’t suit everyone, but they can save the child’s life. Therefore, they are a last resort, and they’re taken by omegas whose alphas have died, become seriously ill, or are otherwise separated.

“Do you have the medication?” John asked a little sharply.

Gale froze with a fork in his mouth and a single grain of rice awkwardly hanging from his lower lip. His eyes darted around the kitchen, unwilling to meet John’s gaze, and he mumbled, “Yeah, there’s a little left…”

“Where are they? I threw away your dirty clothes and didn’t find anything there.” Gale swallowed. “So you must have hidden them in the clothes I gave you, there’s no way you’d hide them anywhere in my house.”

Gale lifted his eyes to meet his, blue and tense.

“Show me your pills, Gale,” John said flatly, not taking his eyes off him. Omega flinched at hearing his name from John’s lips, as if he’d been struck.

He awkwardly shifted in his chair, wondering how fear had instantly wiped away any trace of appetite. He desperately searched for a plausible explanation.

John smirked crookedly, though the smile was anything but cheerful.

“You don’t have anything.”

The corner of Gale’s mouth twitched, but he remained still, staring vacantly at the surface of the table.

John threw his head back in despair, making a sound of almost animalistic frustration.

“Are you trying to get rid of the baby?” he asked directly, no longer bothering to beat around the bush.

In his house, there was a mated omega who belonged to another alpha, and for that, he could go to prison. The fact that this omega was pregnant meant he faced a sentence of 20 years in prison. And if the baby died as a result, he would be facing life in prison. John laughed silently and bitterly: he could be sentenced to life just because he tried to help the guy he once loved—how’s that for irony? Isn’t that the universe laughing right in his face?

Gale’s blue eyes flashed at him like knives.

“Not at all.”

“Then what? What’s the plan?” John looked him straight in the eye. And… incredibly, Gale’s sharp, angry expression faded, and he backed down, clearly bewildered.

John shook his head. He hadn’t paid much attention in sex ed classes—mostly he’d spent that time filling his head with fantasies about how to fit his dick into the bodies of betas and omegas. But he remembered one thing clearly: it’s either the presence of his alpha or the pills—there’s no third option if he wants to keep this child alive. Maybe because of this dependency, omegas were often viewed with contempt as weaker or more inferior beings, unlike betas who could autonomously carry a child without needing an alpha's involvement.

John saw no other option. If Gale cared about this baby, he needed the shelter and the right therapy—no question about it. John picked up the phone hanging on the kitchen wall.

Gale wasn’t a fool—it took him only a few seconds to react, during which John had only managed to dial a few numbers before Gale practically leaped across the table like an enormous, furious cat and lunged at him, grabbing the receiver out of his hand.

"YOU’RE NOT MY ALPHA!" he shouted so loudly that John winced. The neighbours had probably heard it, too. "YOU’RE NOT MY ALPHA, YOU HEAR ME, YOU BASTARD! YOU DON’T GET TO MAKE DECISIONS FOR ME! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!"

He was so furious that it looked like he might actually hit John, who still had the words "YOU’RE NOT MY ALPHA" ringing in his ears—words filled not only with anger but also something that sounded like accusation. Gale slammed the receiver down with a loud clatter and hissed at the alpha, driving him away from the phone. He was quick and strong, but John was still bigger and stronger than him, and right now, that felt like a disadvantage. Sure, he could restrain this furious omega and wait for the rage to pass, but John was afraid. Gale’s now visibly pregnant belly and the bruises covering his body acted like the most powerful restraint, forcing John to simply back away under the omega’s assault. He wondered how Gale’s emotional range had grown so intensely over the past year. Just a few minutes ago, omega had seemed like he wanted to nuzzle his face into John’s hand, and now he looked ready to punch him in the face. Whether it was the pregnancy or life on the streets triggering such extremes in the once-reserved omega, alpha didn’t know.

Gale stepped back a few paces, throwing angry glances at John as he paced the kitchen like a large, furious animal. If evolution hadn’t robbed him of a tail, alpha was sure he’d be lashing it against his sides right now like some caged tiger.

“Buck—” was all John managed to say before Gale darted toward the door.

"I won’t be a burden to you."

John was faster and blocked his way. He didn’t touch the omega; he was still afraid to. Gale was a storm of anger, desperation, and a painful need for control.

The omega felt cornered, as if others were making all his decisions, especially over something as personal and important as his body and his future, leaving him bitter toward a world that seemed to have stripped him of choice and respect.

Gale had almost reverted to a primal state: anger, wariness, and constant readiness to defend himself. John was taking a huge risk by standing in his way. Omega’s emotional wounds and tension made his actions abrupt and nearly unpredictable. If he decided to scream now, call for help, and accuse the alpha of harassment, John would face a minimum of 20 years in prison.

Judging by Gale’s narrowed eyes, clenched fists, and rapid breathing, he seemed to be thinking the same thing at that moment.

But it wasn’t in John’s nature to back down or lack the courage and recklessness to put his life on the line, so he stepped firmly in Gale’s path to the door.

"Please, don’t go."

Gale let out a silent sob, his shoulders shifting nervously as though he were trying to decide whether to push past alpha and escape into the darkness or stay in his house.

"I’m not your alpha," John said gently. "And even if I were, I’d have no right to make your decisions for you. I’m sorry."

The omega bit his lower lip, as though weighing whether he was just saying what he wanted to hear or if he truly respected his choices.

“Please, Buck, talk to me,” John asked, and Gale could tell it was sincere. “We were best friends once, shared everything…” He swallowed. “Almost everything. But now, I feel like I’m only seeing the tip of the iceberg, and I have no clue what’s going on. And as usual, you’re staying silent.”

“I—” Omega began, stepping back, caught between running and staying. “I’ll tell you everything, Bucky,” he promised, his voice almost pleading. “But I need time.”

John wanted to reach out, to comfort him, sensing the pain in his voice, but he knew now wasn’t the right moment.

“You have all the time you need. I won’t interfere anymore, I promise.”

Gale bit his lip again, a hint of desperation flickering in his eyes as if he wanted to say something but forced himself to stay quiet. He stood there for a moment longer, unwilling to yield too quickly, and then, slowly and tensely, he returned to his seat, signaling that the outburst had passed.

John resumed cooking, moving around the kitchen carefully, as if he were in a minefield. After a moment’s thought, he said hesitantly, “I have work tomorrow.” Flights, Gale thought. John was a pilot for a small private airline. Omega hadn’t gotten to fly after graduation, but his friend had a stable job that still kept him connected to the skies. “I’ll leave food in the fridge and some snacks on the table. There’s a TV in the living room and books in the library upstairs.”

Gale’s blue eyes bore into John’s back until he turned around, “Aren’t you worried I’ll rob you blind and disappear?” He lifted his chin defiantly.

John shrugged and gave a small smile, "Sometimes, knowing what your friend is worth is worth more than money, you know?"  Gale’s mouth dropped open in surprise, but he continued, "What could you steal from here? A few hundred dollars? An old TV from my late aunt? A barely working toaster? Knowing that my best friend is an asshole is worth way more."

The omega snorted. Bucky's always been like this, he thought. Risky. Ready to gamble everything, lose it all, and not even blink. John had always been willing to take desperate measures to achieve his goal, unafraid to take risks, and genuinely believing in success even when there was no reason to.

Sometimes, he reminded Gale so much of his father, the only difference being that John actually cared about him.

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[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.