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[ofoceansandtombsanew]

when i finish these commissions, i'm writing one piece fic. it's been long enough and my one piece phase has been revitalized. i need to write out all the love i have for portgas d ace that i have had since i was a kid fjdsnfkdjfn it needs to get out my system

[omnivorousshipper]

Unwanted Help: ABO Hobbs and Shaw fic - Part 4

Summary: Hattie only wanted to be a good sister to Deckard, but it seems like she really screwed up this time

Part 3

           Lounging on Deckard’s couch, Hattie glanced at the clock and frowned when she saw an hour had already passed since she had gone into Deckard’s room to air out his scent. Letting out a heavy sigh, she got to her feet and started the slow journey back to her brother’s scent filled room, but she was pleased to note that his scent was much weaker than it had been before she had opened the balcony doors. And even when she opened the bedroom and stepped inside, she was glad to not be hit in the face with Deckard’s scent.

           Looking around the room, it was exactly the same an hour before with blankets strewn every which way and Deckard completely naked on the bed. He didn’t look as tense as he had been before, and Hattie couldn’t spot any movement so she cautiously stepped closer. As before, she threw a blanket on top of him before venturing even further as she looked down at him.

           Deckard’s face was blotchy, cheeks red as can be, but the rest of him was ghostly pale as his expression was screwed up in discomfort. However, his breathing was slower as he slept on, completely lost to the world. Peering closer, Hattie frowned when she noticed the fine shivers running through his whole body. Cursing quietly to herself, she turned on her heels and slammed the balcony doors closed. How could she forget that Deckard was extremely sensitive to the cold!

           Turning back to him, she crouched down and carefully searched out for one of his hands under the blanket. Wrinkling her nose, she hated how much of his stench was wafting off of him, but she needed to feel just how cold he was. Ever since they were little kids, Deckard had always needed to wear more layers than her or Owen, and even during the summer he needed to sleep with at least a thick blanket. Rubbing her hand over his cool fingers, she purposely didn’t think over where that hand been or what it had been doing. She didn’t need to be even more scarred by this situation than she already had been.

           “Deck, wake up.” She murmured as she tried to warm up his fingers and watched his face carefully. Not even a twitch. Rolling her eyes, Hattie let out an annoyed huff. How was she supposed to make sure he actually ate or drank anything if he was only going to sleep after the waves of heat? “Deck!”

           “Hnnngh.” A small groan left him as he tucked his face deeper into the sweatshirt he had clutched under his head and partially to his chest.

           “You need to get up and eat.” Hattie insisted, tugging on his arm. “After you get a shower. You���re disgusting.”

           “Alpha…” Deckard whined weakly, body curling further around the piece of clothing. Narrowing her eyes, Hattie roughly pushed at his shoulder to rouse him.

           “Yes, it’s from an alpha, good job deducing that, Sherlock.” She snarked. “Now get up and go take a shower.”

           Her brother didn’t do anything more than whimper and shiver even more as he clenched his eyes close even harder. Glaring down at him, Hattie ground her teeth as she tried to figure out what to do. She could forcibly pull him out of bed and potentially into the bathroom, then maybe dump him in the tub, but the only issue being she didn’t want to see him naked. Owen might have thought she had problems seeing him naked because he was her brother, but it was more than that.

           Deckard was an omega, and other than their mates, omegas shouldn’t be seen in such an indecent way, even if he was related to her. The whole idea rubbed her the wrong idea, simply enforcing the idea that if Deckard was so weak that he couldn’t even get up to clean himself, then he should be having his heats with a real mate. Even looking down at the way desperately clutched at Luke’s sweatshirt proved he needed to be taken care of by someone that actually wanted to take care of him.

           Pursing her lips, Hattie looked around the room and began to pick up a few of the blankets Deckard had kicked off the bed. One by one, she either threw them on top of Deckard or next to him to make an extremely crude nest around him. Once he was nearly lost beneath the new mountain of blankets, Hattie left his room to head into the kitchen. Muttering under her breath, she rummaged through the fridge looking for an easy meal to shove down Deckard’s throat. Luckily, his instincts must have been spot on as she found a few tupperware of soup. Grabbing one and a bottle of water, she headed back into Deckard’s room.

           Of course, Deckard hadn’t moved an inch since she left and she could only shake her head. Utterly helpless; what would he do if she hadn’t been there?

           “Come on, Deck.” She called out. “You need to eat something.”

           No sound or movement from the bundle of blankets on the bed. Her patience finally snapped as she slammed the meal down on the bedside table and she roughly grabbed Deckard by the shoulders. His head lolled as she shook him, eyes barely opening to look at her with little no recognition. He was practically a ragdoll in her hands.

           “Damnit, Deckard! Pull yourself together, you weakly of an omega.”

           “Alpha…” was the only thing Deckard breathed out as his eyes slipped shut.

           “Fuck you!” Hattie nearly howled as she shoved Deckard away from her and back onto the bed, with his body going limp where she had pushed him. He was completely out cold. “This is what I get for helping you?! You said this would be easy! But, no! You’re acting like some helpless child! I’m sick of it!”

           Blood boiling, Hattie let out several snarls, letting her alpha side take over for a moment and relished in the instant reaction from Deckard as he curled up protectively, a small pathetic whine escaping him. Hattie rarely used her alpha voice to intimidate omegas, finding their reactions bothersome, but there was something satisfying to see Deckard finally following some kind of command from her. She had never used it on Deckard before, always fearing he would get after her, but maybe she would have to use it during his heats.

           “Eat when you want to.” She snapped. “I’m not going to spoon feed you.”

           With those last few words, Hattie stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind her, not bothering to come back in until Owen showed up.

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           Owen’s mounting anxiety was going to get him into a car crash, if the pure rage flowing through him wasn’t going to get him into one first. The mixing emotions were sending him into a fit that would leave him on edge until Deckard’s heat ended and Owen wasn’t excited to see Hattie reacting in turn. It wasn’t uncommon for other alphas to be empathetic to other alphas’ moods, thus setting the tone of the meeting. This was why Owen usually had full control over his emotions when going into stressful situations—every alpha knew that they had to or else they would have a fight on their hands.

           Gripping the steering wheel, Owen took a sharp turn and pressed even harder on the gas pedal to speed up. He needed to get to Deckard right that second. Underneath all of his nervousness and anger, Owen felt mildly guilty for assuming Hattie wasn’t able to take care of their brother, but with everything she had said on the phone, he simply didn’t know if she truly was able to. Sad to say, but Owen was fearful what kind of state he was about to find Deckard in.

           “He’ll be fine,” Owen whispered to himself, but even to himself, he didn’t sound confident with that statement. “Just hang on for a few more minutes, Deck. I’m on my way.”