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I saw that you're taking prompts, from the dialogue list. Can I get number 20? “I’ve never had someone taking care of me before.” for starker obviously. I'm excited, I love reading your works. Thank you in advance!

Hi anon! That means so much to me and I’m v glad to be taking this as my first prompt. Thank you 💙

I kinda want to try some new things with some of these prompts, so I’m gonna go at this with omega Tony and alpha Peter and see where it goes. I hope that’s okay with you anon and that everyone likes it 😘

Same age college AU, omegaverse, alpha Peter Parker, omega Tony Stark, some angst and some fluff at the end.

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It’s a well known fact that Tony Stark has a shitty family.

Well, at least to anyone who knows him, it is. They know how he’ll do anything to not be at home when his father is around, to get out of the endless pressures of social events and promotional things and questions of mating and management and all of the things that he hated about being born an omega and being attached to the last name Stark to top it all off—

For years, it was just him. Some flings, mainly to piss his father off, but he never had his attention for longer than the time it took to scold him or order him around, and his mother was never much help, either. He had precious few friends growing up, never really made any real ones until college when he met Rhodey and Pepper — an alpha and a beta respectively that helped him manage things there and that were the first people to truly understand the depths of struggles he had going on at home.

And they were great friends, still are, but there was never anything more there between them. They helped him float through the first year of school, and then—

And then came Peter Parker.

Tony doesn’t hate all alphas on principle, although he is often rather tempted to try to, what with how they were shoved in his face most of his life. They were great for a good fling but most of them were meatheads. As horny as Tony was, he couldn’t allow just anyone to be close to him, nothing too get to serious, because he’s got a lot of responsibility coming down to him and he needs the right partner — alpha or otherwise — to be willing to deal with that. Not that he’s particularly interested in mating right now but he also isn’t going to allow someone close enough to potentially mark him knowing the repercussions of that.

He’s the heir to Stark Industries, sure, but he’s still an omega. An alpha will have significant legal power over him once they’re mated. And he wants to be the one to run SI, to take on his legacy, to build, to create, and to run his business, and he’s not going to let anyone stop him, even if that means flings forever.

(Not that that’s legally going to fly because he can’t take over until he’s considered qualified which implies a certain amount of stability that translates into having an alpha that’s more than just a fuck buddy but—)

It doesn’t matter. None of it matters after he meets Peter.

Peter is a year younger than him in school, technically, but biologically they’re the same age. Peter just started a bit later than most — and for good reasons, as Tony comes to find out.

He’s in one of Tony’s engineering classes and his organic chemistry class and the omega would be lying if he said he wasn’t immediately taken with him.

He can’t help it. Peter is cute, with his overgrown curls and slim form and silky skin and shy little smile and—

The other man is all alpha, there’s no doubt about it. He exudes it without even trying, but there’s a shyness to him, too. He’s not a meathead; he’s a sweetheart. From day one he’s respectful of Tony in class, kind when he sees him around campus, and that makes them the perfect lab partners in chemistry, and after knowing that, it’s just the natural choice for them to partner for the project in engineering and then—

Then things spiral, and Tony doesn’t even care.

He’s seeking the alpha’s attention, and Peter, the innocent, shy thing he is, is happy to give, to dote on Tony in ways that he would resist if they were coming from anyone else.

They’re not even fucking, but it’s intimate, so intimate that he can’t even explain it, and he loves it, scarily so. It both soothes and sets all his instincts on edge at the same time.

By mid semester they both have keys to come and go freely from each other’s rooms. It’s more common to see them together than it is to ever spot one of them out alone. The whole school probably thinks they’re a couple, and even though they’ve never made it official — and he’s never allowed himself to even come close to considering it before — Tony can’t bring himself to mind.

As midterms approach, though, Tony locks himself in to focus on his work. He doesn’t mean to, really; it’s just that hours studying slip into full nights and then he hasn’t eaten and he hasn’t left the room, even missing one of his classes because he doesn’t realize the time.

Peter hasn’t come by in days and except for the occasional check in text, Tony hasn’t heard from him, either. But they’re both busy with midterms so he really isn’t surprised. In fact he barely has time to eat, let alone check his phone, so even if he was texting him regularly Tony probably wouldn’t be answering.

Except mid terms or no, of course Peter notices when Tony misses class. And when his texts go unanswered by the absorbed omega, he doesn’t hesitate to show up and let himself in.

Tony doesn’t even realize anyone is there until he feels a hand on his shoulder. He jumps so hard he nearly knocks the chair back, and when he turns around he sees Peter, stepping back and holding his hands up in the universal “I surrender” gesture, clearly not having meant to startle him.

“I’m sorry, I knocked but you didn’t answer so I let myself in. I just— you weren’t in class, and I was worried… are you okay? When was the last time you ate?” It takes all of two seconds for Peter’s sheepishness to melt into concern, and he steps forward again, closing the distance between them to tilt Tony’s chin up, looking at the shadow stretching across his jaw where he hasn’t shaved in a few days. “You’ve lost weight,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over Tony’s cheekbone tenderly — which, yeah, is definitely more prominent than it was at the beginning of the week.

Tony’s eyes flutter and he leans into the touch for a moment before refocusing and shaking it off. “I’m fine. This is normal, Peter. I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you?” Peter raises an eyebrow. “Do you even know what day it is?”

“It’s Saturday—“

“It’s Monday, Tony. 1pm on Monday, at that. You missed engineering this morning and you haven’t answered my texts all weekend.” Surprise flits across Tony’s face at that, because — yeah, last time he checked it was Saturday, and he had no new texts from Peter, so— “When was the last time you ate?” Peter continues to prod, voice gentle but insistent.

Both aspects only serve to spark irritation in him, though. Tony bats Peter’s hand away from his face, frowning. He doesn’t need to be treated with kid gloves. “I ate a little while ago. I’m fine.”

“You don’t even know what day it is—“

“It all kind of blurs together when you’re not doing anything besides working, okay—“

“Two days is a lot of blur, Tony—“

“And just because I need a shave doesn’t mean I haven’t left my desk or that this isn’t totally normal for midterms—“

“You’re the one saying you haven’t left your desk, not me—“

“That’s not what I meant! I’m just saying—“

“I’m just saying you need to take a short break, it’s not that big of a deal—“

“I don’t need a break, I know my limits—“

“Tony, I really don’t think—“

“Jesus fucking— You’re not my alpha, Parker, would you fuck off?”

The words come out before he can stop them, and he flinched himself at the hurt on Peter’s face, the way the alpha physically recoils, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I’m not— god, I know that, okay? I’m just trying to help you, Tony. Please, this isn��t sustainable. You need to eat. Just— let me find you something, and then I’ll leave, okay?”

Leave? No, he doesn’t want him to leave. But the only thing that comes out is a quiet “whatever,” and he watches Peter escape to the kitchen with a ball of guilt growing in his chest.

Peter is just trying to help. He likes Peter and he doesn’t want him to leave, he just— he panics, and then he snaps.

Because what if Peter wants more? What if he really likes him? And Tony is a fuck up that does shit like this when he feels emotions and has so much baggage attached to being with him and—

And Peter knows that, at least some of it. It’s been a few months of seeing each other nearly every day, now, and his family situation was never a secret.

So why is he still here? Oh god, did Tony just ruin it?

The thought, for reasons that he’s refusing to immediately think about, is almost too much to bear. He stands up, fumbling his way out of the chair and into the kitchen.

The smell hits him almost as soon as he enters, and he sucks in a deep breath. His traitorous stomach growls, loud and demanding.

Soup bubbles on the stove as Peter works at the counter, chopping up some fruits and vegetables. He’s already managed to put a few little storage containers of food together for him, and something in Tony’s gut feels warm at the sight. But it also drops — preparing premade meals most certainly means that Peter isn’t intending to come back.

He looks up when Tony enters, expression wary. “The soup was the quickest thing you had, and since I had to be here for as long as it takes to boil anyway I thought I would just—“

“Peter.” His own voice sounds remarkable calm for how shaky he suddenly feels, lurching towards the alpha at the countertop. “It’s okay. I… thank you, for this. I’m sorry.”

Peter looks taken aback by the apology. “Tony, you don’t have to apologize. You’re right; I’m not your alpha and it’s not my place to give you orders. I just… I care about you, okay? I just want to help. I know you don’t think about me that way, and I’m sorry I overstepped, but—“

“You’re wrong.”

“What?” The words draw Peter up short.

Tony takes a breath, looking down. He focuses on the alpha’s hands, watching him chop instead of looking at his face. It’s easier. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t think of you that way. The problem is… that I do. And I… I’m not used to this. I’ve never had someone take care of me before. Not really, not in any way that mattered. And what I feel for you… it scares me.” He takes a little breath again, looking down at his own hands. “I want you to be my alpha, Peter. But I’m not really a good omega, and I just have so much shit that comes along with being with me. The thought of asking you to do that… what that could do to us… I just don’t think I could handle that.”

He hears the knife ting against the countertop as Peter sets it down, and the pitter patter of footsteps as the alpha crosses the room. He’s suddenly being drawn into a pair of lanky but surprisingly strong arms, surrounded by the musky, relaxing scent of alpha, and he practically melts into it, nestling his nose into the spot between the collar of Peter’s sweatshirt and his throat almost automatically.

Peter’s hand running up and down his back is soothing, relaxing him the rest of the way, and the press of the alpha’s chin against his head is just the perfect weight to be comfortable, reassuring.

“Tony… I’m not an idiot,” he says gently. “I know who you are. What you’ve done, where you came from, what’s expected of you — and yeah, I’m sure there’s more that you haven’t told me and that’s not public, but— I get why this is a struggle for you, and why you feel the need to put so much pressure on yourself. There’s nothing wrong with you for that and it is most definitely not your own fault that you’re not used to being taken care of. And you’ve no idea how badly or how long I’ve wanted to be your alpha.” He pulls back a little to look down at him, fingers scratching Tony’s scalp gently as he works his fingers through his hair. “But that doesn’t mean that this kind of behavior — towards yourself or others — is good or acceptable. It’s okay to let me take care of you — at least in small ways. I know you’re scared of losing your independence, but that’s not what I want for you, either. I just want to help.”

“Help,” Tony echoes, eyes drifting to the pan on the stove and then back to Peter. “I… I think I’d like that.” He bites his lip, looking up at him. They’re about the same size and height, but this close, wrapped in the alpha’s arms and scent, with his steady gaze on him, he can’t help but feel small by comparison. “You really want to be my alpha?”

“Only if you want me to be, but…” Peter looks down at him and cracks his shy little smile. “I’d like to try, if you’d let me.”

“I’d like that,” Tony admits. He shifts to press up against him, putting a hand on his chest. “I’d also really like it if you’d kiss me.”

Peter looks a little surprised, but not unpleasantly. Still, he shakes his head, giving him a little push back. “Tony, you didn’t even know what day it was. God knows when the last time you brushed your teeth is. No offense, but… ew.”

Tony just laughs a little, unable to help himself. “If I brush my teeth…?”

“Maybe. If you eat your food as well.” Peter moves back to the counter, finishing up the container he was working on. “We can’t be doing anything that’s going to burn you extra calories when you don’t have enough to begin with, hm?”

Tony finds himself grinning. “That’s an argument I can get behind. Literally and metaphorically.”

Peter flashes a grin in return, voice back to that gentle but insistent tone that he knows so well when he says, “Go, Tony.”

And for once, Tony is all too happy to obey.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #prompting #my prompts #my writing #kris talks #kris answers #omega tony stark #alpha peter parker #starker omegaverse #fluff

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monkee98 · 8 years

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19 Days Omegaverse Chapter 3

*Totally forgot to mention they are aged up, probably in high school au*

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

After school He Tian hurried to wait at the front gates, narrowly avoiding running into the overenthusiastic omegas that usually suffocated him. He also wanted to ensure the reluctant omega didn’t escape without him, it wouldn’t be the first time he tried pulling a stunt like that.

He finally spotted the redhead shuffling through the crowd, his usual scowl on his face. He made a beeline for the omega and threw his arm around his shoulder once he reached him, pulling him toward the exit.

“What the fuck, get your gross ass arm off me!”

“I have to make sure you don’t escape, I need my beef stew tonight. I think if I eat out one more time I might be sick”

“Good! Then maybe you could die while you’re at it”

“Aww, you wouldn’t want that, who would pay you for your invaluable services”

“…You could just hire a real maid” Mo Guan Shan mumbled. But the truth was, he was desperate for the cash ever since his mother had to support them on her own, funds have been hard to come by.

“What was that?” He Tian leaned in closer.

“Nothing, get out of my space, you’re gonna get your disgusting scent on me”

“Heh, you should consider yourself lucky, you know how many omegas would kill for that” He Tian continued to pull Guan Shan in the direction of his apartment.

Guan Shan scoffed, “Not like I care”.

They stopped when they hit the grocery store to pick up ingredients since He Tian almost never had any at home unless Guan Shan brought them. They wandered the aisles, He Tian pushing the cart while Guan Shan grabbed what they needed. This often felt like the only time they managed to do something together without getting at each other’s throats.

“Don’t you want to try something new, you always ask for beef stew. I can make other things too you know” Mo Guan Shan said while eying some chicken legs at the poultry section. He was getting pretty tired of making the same thing every time They had been doing this for about a month now, Guan Shan coming over a couple times a week to cook, so far it’s just been beef stew.

“Oh really, I didn’t know that” He Tian said flatly, “If you want to make something different go ahead, you’re the chef after all”

“You sure….I mean, you are the one paying me to do this”

“Yeah, go ahead”

Mo Guan Shan threw some chicken into the cart and decided to make chicken wonton noodles instead. They continued to shop for the remaining ingredients, Guan Shan occasionally asking if He Tian had some of the things at home already. Most of the time his answer was somewhere along the lines of “How would I know?”, though this should have been no surprise seeing as Guan Shan was the only one who cooked, let alone used his kitchen.

Occasionally he reached past He Tian for something on the shelf behind him, everytime he did he caught a whiff of the alpha’s admittedly nice scent, reminding him of the cigarettes he always smoked. He Tian didn’t say anything but Guan Shan noticed his smirk every time he got near. After He Tian paid for the groceries they continued on their way to the high rise building where He Tian lived.

They entered the large, mostly empty apartment and placed the groceries on the kitchen counter to use. Once upon a time, He Tian hated this place, always lonely and cold, the only sign of living in the entire apartment being his unmade bed. Now, Guanshan would come over, cook, clean, and eat with him, making the cold room smell like the spices of his cooking that his scent resembled and occasionally leaving behind his sweet omega scent as well.

Being that He Tian was the only one who has ever stepped foot in this apartment, it was a nice change.

Guan Shan got to work right away while He Tian stood by his bed to change his shirt. While Guan Shan rummaged through the refrigerator he looked up when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. His eyes drawn to He Tian’s broad bare chested figure while searching his wardrobe for another shirt. He found his eyes helplessly drawn to the strong figure, his muscles rippling under his skin as he moved. Once He Tian had pulled his shirt over his head Guan Shan jerked his gaze away, prying his fingers off the fridge handle where he had tightened them unconsciously. He silently damned his omega hormones before hastily continuing his work, trying to calm the rising heat in his body.

“Hope you’re not thinking of trying to poison me Mountain” He Tian made his way over to where Guan Shan was working in the kitchen, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it as he leaned on the counter beside him.

“…If you’re here go chop some vegetables or something”, He Tian always stood over Mo Guan Shan when he cooked, but never assisted and rarely commented on his actions. He wasn’t even sure he was watching the food, but that wasn’t really something he wanted to think about.

“You didn’t deny it”

“If I was going to I would have done it by now”

He Tian hummed in response while taking a long drag of his cigarette, taking notice of how Mo Guan Shan hadn’t looked his way since they entered the apartment. And how the back of his neck seemed a little redder than usual.

“What the hell!!!”, Guan Shan nearly knocked over the pot of water he was tending to when he felt He Tian’s large hand on the back of his neck.

“You’re not gonna go into heat are you?” He Tian asked, moving a little closer to make a show of sniffing the air.

“HUH?!” Mo Guan Shan jumped and quickly backed away, “N-no-I’m not!” He brought his arm up in a half-hearted attempt to hide the blush he felt climbing up his face.

“You better not be lying to me” He Tian narrowed his eyes down at Guan Shan, he stepped closer to where flustered omega had relocated himself a small smirk playing at his lips. He was enjoying this, he didn’t think he would ever tire of messing with the hot tempered omega.

“W-what, y-you would be able to tell if I was, bastard” Guan Shan continued to back away until he hit the kitchen wall. He Tian towered over him and placed his hands on either side of the omega’s head. Mo Guan Shan suddenly felt overwhelmed by the alpha’s scent, it smelled rich and intoxicating, like the cigarettes he so often smoked with slightly metallic hints. He began to feel his head swim. While he still had his wits about him he violently pushed He Tian off him and stormed off back to his station by the stove. “I said I’m not, you jackass! Besides it’s none of your chicken dick business anyways”

“Yes it is, I’m paying you and I can’t have you crying out for me when you are supposed to be cooking my dinner, now can I?” He Tian smirked, amusement showing through crinkles in the corners of his eyes. Whatever tension that charged the air a moment ago seemed to vanish.

Mo Guan Shan turned to He Tian with wide startled eyes before his face rearranged itself into rage and repugnance, “Asshole” he yelled before he threw his fist at He Tian’s face, nearly moving fast enough to land. He Tian narrowly dodged the attack.

“Quit being so disgusting! Who would ever-even if I was, I would never want you!!” Guan Shan sputtered, going even redder than before, almost the color of his hair, He Tian mused.

He Tian chuckled at the flustered omega, “Oh yeah, wanna bet?” he teased.

“Fuck no, just leave me alone or I’m leaving!”, he nearly yelled as he turned back to his work, hunching over slightly as though to shield himself against whatever attack He Tian might use next.

He did in fact not leave him alone, but he stood silently watching Guan Shan as he finished up the meal. He really was hungry so he let the irritable omega finish cooking in relative peace.

Once he finished they each served themselves and sat at the bar stools set in front of the island counter. Mo Guan Shan ate quickly then stored away the rest of the food, finishing up the dishes as He Tian added his to the sink. “That was good Mountain, you should make other things more often”

“I would have, but you always asked for the same thing”

“Well, your beef stew is still my favorite”

Guan Shan turned to look at the alpha, regretting it immediately when he saw the soft expression on his face. He quickly turned back and grabbed the dry dishes to store in the china cabinet, relieved when he wasn’t followed. Once that was done Mo Guan Shan collected his usual payment and wasted no time in making his hasty exit, eager to get away from the inscrutable alpha and the unwelcome emotions that he seemed to cause.

#19 days #omegaverse #tianshan #zhanyi #he tian #mo guan shan #jian yi #zhan zheng xi #myfanfic #fanfic

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