#i want to know the ways people discovered omegaverse and i felt like asking the omegaverse webbed site was the way to go

[lemonsandgrapes]

an informal poll of The People's interaction with omegaverse.

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ yandere! alpha! kazutora x omega! reader

synopsis: kazutora is utterly obssessed with you and turns yandere once you start hanging out with other people. but what happens when he goes too far...?

cw : bullying, manipulation, controlling/possessive behaviour, r@pe attempt (not kazutora), assault, angst to comfort?

note : I'm so so sorry for not posting for nearly 2ish months🙏 here's a little something that was sitting in my drafts for a while now, hope you'll like it! I'll try to get back to posting stuff before the end of the year!!

note 2 : I recently read a lot of fics with omega drop inside and I wanted to give it a try!! I'm so unhappy with how the end turned out, but I can't think of anything else to write soo... + it's so rushed, pls don't hate me🙏

MY MASTERLIST: ★

just imagine bully!kazutora, who decides to attend school regularly just to see his favourite omega every day!

he develops this weird obsession for you and can't stop himself from thinking about you 24/7. at first he's talking to you in the most casual way he can, asking you about school homework, what food you had for lunch...

you don't find him repulsive at all despite the rumours : he isn't violent and overwhelming despite his affiliation to a gang. so you engage in small conversations with him, almost finding yourself in a secluded space with just the two of you more often than you can remember. but kazutora has been nothing but a nice alpha with you! so you let your guard down.

his mean behaviour didn't start until the summer break. you discovered yourself and gained confidence, going out more and discussing with more people than you used to.

when kazutora was one of the rare people occupying your already tiny social circle, he now was one friend among so many. of course he had that special place in your heart, but how could he know ? regardless, it wasn't enough for kazutora.

he felt a burning jealousy consuming him wholeheartedly whenever you gave that new friend of yours more attention than him.

you used to be so shy and awkward, timidly walking up to him in hopes he'll talk to you. now kazutora has to witness his omega act like a social butterfly, smiling and hugging others like it's no big deal.

he's fuming. he doesn't want the thousand girls fanning over him and he couldn't care less about the people gathering around him to try and befriend him.

no, kazutora fell for you first and wants nothing more than your precious bubbly self for him to see only. what do you mean you have to cut short your daily walks home because some nobody invited you to the library ?

kazutora lives that as a betrayal and can't even fathom the idea of you slowly slipping away from him. he just had to do something. he felt sick to his stomach just thinking about you with someone else, about some alpha making moves even though he didn't even get the chance to properly kiss you or hold your hand.

but kazutora is smart. kazutora is charismatic. kazutora is an alpha with a sweet and charming smile. his bad reputation flew over people's heads whenever he flashed them his signature smile followed by his sugar-coated words.

you didn't think much about it when some people started avoiding you, interacting with you less and less. those were the ones you only made small talks with once in a while.

some started to throw you weird looks, whispering after you passed in front of them to join your locker. you frowned a bit, but no harm was done so you shrugged it off.

it was all too progressive to be a coincidence. first the rumours, then the physical bothering and finally, people outward causing you abuse.

it was scary and off-putting how everyone seemed to have turned their back on you, bullying you like you never laughed together just a month ago.

you pondered and questioned yourself, absolutely clueless about the unfair treatment. you now came to school with an unbearable pit to your stomach, scared as to what other students would come up with today.

while some deliberately left your side and bothered you for a couple of days, they soon got bored and simply proceeded to ignore you. but there was this particular friend group, which seemed adamant to keep persecuting you under any circumstances.

a few betas and alphas, everyday pushing you to the edge, cornering you in the empty locker room and tormenting you or literally destroying your belonging when you had your back turned.

it was all too much. everyone just disappeared from your life and you were left with a growing fear and apprehension. your usual vanilla scent was reduced to ashes, barely present, meanwhile you kept your mouth shut most of the time, sometimes even going days without talking to anyone at all.

it took a toll on your mental health, your instincts not fit for such a lonely life. you were made to be cajoled and appreciated, to enjoy life and make your loved ones happy.

you didn't have anyone anymore. you tried a few times to catch your closest friends in the hallway whenever you saw them pass before you, but none of them spared you a glance, hurriedly mumbling apologies before looking around them with fear in their eyes.

nothing made sense anymore. not even kazutora, who you thought was a genuine friend, helped you. he still attended school with an impressive diligence, you caught him sometimes talking to your bullies whenever the six of them ate together during lunch.

you had taken the habit to spend your lunchtime at the back of the school, far from everyone. you enjoyed those moment sof peace, even being able to keep an eye on them from where you were. you coul easily spot them without you being visible.

kazutora towered over them like a self-proclaimed leader, while they all listened to him with respect. kazutora was far stronger than them and could simply order them around the way he'd like.

you often wondered why he would take part in such a horrible thing, tormenting you as if you actually deserved it. what surprised you was how he seemed to never actually commit those said acts himself, making you even question if he was behind it all.

still, you kept your distance from him. your own feeling of betrayal hanging heavy in your mind at kazutora's indifference towards you.

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you fell on your butt after a particularly mean push to your shoulder. you looked up, wide-eyed and scared, the sound of laughter entering your ears as you watched their smirk deepen.

you hung out later than usual at the library, studying until it was all but dark outside. you carefully packed your stuff without any worries, not expecting anyone at this hour.

but to your luck, the same exact people were there, waiting for you like a pack of starved hyenas. you pushed past them, hoping that would keep them from bothering you any further, their sadistic urges already satisfied.

their pheromones felt especially menacing tonight, you didn't know if it was your mind playing tricks, feeling more vulnerable than ever now that you were all on your own and exhausted.

your instincts exhorted you to flee from here when they grabbed your shoulder to make you turn around. you couldn't dare look up, their sickening laughs doing enough to make you beyond scared.

they trashed you around, taking pleasure in your lack of power, your optimistic self easily defeated by the days spent in fear and anxiety. you instinctively reacted to their scents, your limbs automatically shaking, mind cloudy, trying its best to protect itself.

you could only cry pitifully when one of them threw you, forcing you to make contact with the floor once again. and when his eyes lingered over your figure in a predatory gaze, a smirk streching his lips and his tongue passing over it, you felt your blood run cold.

you searched for any ounce of humanity in his friends' eyes, hoping they'll realise that they were going too far and eventually call out the alpha. finding none, you felt yourself slipping awat by the second, your senses way too overly stimulated by their treatment.

you cried harder, his hands feeling like knives digging into your flesh, a ruthless attempt at stripping you away from what little dignity you had left.

he sat on top of you, his weight forcing a few coughs out of you, unable to breathe properly. he continued his assault comfortably, his friends cheering him on with no regard to how your whole world went crashing down in this exact moment, all your strenght abandoning you, unable to fight anymore.

your mind went blank, trying so hard to process what had just happened to you when you felt one of his friend pull him off of you. mumbling something about kazutora and telling the alpha that they scared you enough.

he reluctantly agreed with an angry growl and a condescending slap to your cheek, knowing kazutora was far too scary to go further with his omega. he mockingly barked at you to be grateful, but you couldn't hear him, nor could you move.

you simply laid there, a pool of tears clouding your vision, tiny and pathetic cries leaving your soar throat. you couldn't protect yourself from the unshakable feeling of terror and helplessness and nobody was there to give you support.

you really were all on your own.

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you woke up in the softness of your nest, memories blurry and confused, yet all your senses vividly alert. the blankets and pillows were in a mess, mascara smeared across your cheeks, your high-school uniform still on and furiously torn apart, and the smell of blood floating in the air.

after dragging yourself back to your home, you had used all your remaining strenght and could no longer move. yesterday was your last straw and all you could do was lay on your side, head pounding from all the crying and feeling like a lifeless doll.

you felt like a stranger in your own body, unable to shake off the overwhelming fear. you couldn't find any source of solace, your nest wasn't even yours anymore, it felt foreign. you didn't feel safe anywhere.

you slowly let your thoughts consume you.

you couldn't do it, you weren't brave enough, strong enough. you had been able to handle it for the first few months but you felt yourself fall deeper into this nightmare and your were afraid you would never be able to get out of it.

kazutora didn't think much about your absence at school today, he was visibly disappointed to not be able to see his favourite omega, but didn't pry too much.

after a day turned into two, then three and then almost twoweeks now, he grew more and more concerned. he was agitated, pissed off by the situation, skipping classes the second he didn't see you there. he tried calling you multiple times a day, left you a hundred of messages and despite the strangeness of his sudden concern for you, he had expected you'd answer them, or at least read them. but you didn't.

he was left in the dark and was surprised at himself to have let you flee his eyes for this much time, almost instinctively sensing the abnormal urgency in your absenteeism. he had consulted those meaningless people he used to isolate you, kazutora was such a threat on his own that he was sure they couldn't have possibly lied straight to his face. or is it that they've took it too far ? kazutora knew he had warned them about it, scaring you was fine, tormenting you was fine, anything beyong that was like asking for death.

he found himself at you doorstep the same exact day, a plastic bag full of various medicines just in case. he knocked, waited, but heard nothing. he tried smelling you through the cracks, your heat scent usually so strong it literally slips from under. but he sensed nothing, comfirming you had no academically right reason to not attend school for such a long period of time.

he called your name, screamed it in desperation, banged on your door to try and stir up some movement from inside, but everything was dreadfully calm.

a million thoughts went through kazutora's mind when he broke into your home. he breathed in your familiar scent, the same one that instantly made him feel all sorts of things the way no other omega ever did. he took a minute to observe his surroundings, smiling at how cute and friendly you had decorated your place. despite the unusual darkness, it was indeed very charming. kazutora thought it suited you very well.

when he kept going further into the hallway, a strange feeling flooded his body. despite his excitement to finally see your face after two weeks, he somehow felt anxious. he didn't know what to expect. had you finally crumbled under the pressure of having no one by your side ? did kazutora break you enough that you'd seek comfort near anyone who would offer you a helping hand, even if that person was him ?

oh how did he want to have you all for himself once again, to have you back in his arms, talking to him with your shy eyes, teeth biting your lips in nervousness and too intimidated to even think about leaving his side.

what sight awaited him inside your room? will you welcome him, tears of relief and happiness flooding your eyes upon seeing someone care about you? after all this time of fighting alone, fending for yourself like a frail lamb when your whole purpose was to rely on others ?

kazutora couldn't wait to become your saviour, to chase away those annoying people who had dared mess with you, even if it was all his fault. you just would have to give him one word, one proof of affection and he'll immediately be on his way to teach them a lesson.

he opened your door, feeling entitled to do so without even asking. he frenetically searched for you, nose instantly trying to pick up your sweet scent. you were curled up between a pile of blankets, frame shaking and your fists desperately clutching the fabric.

he frowned slightly, yet still unaware of the alarming state you were in and approached you slowly. he smiled when he took notice of the teddy bear he had gifted you a few months prior, his chest warming up with pride upon seeing how hard it was pressed against your chest.

he gently called your name, nudging you just a little bit to get you to open your eyes. not wanting to scare you, he made himself as small as possible, voice barely above a whisper and movements as slow as he could.

but you couldn't move an inch and kazutora soon realised that your whole body was burning up, and not from a heat. he checked your forehead, watched how your breathing was weak despite being shaky and finally took in the terrifyingly rotten smell of your scent, nothing like he had expected upon entering your room.

although delusional, his instincts couldn't ignore and misinterpret the distressed pheromones your whole body emitted. reacting immediately to them, he softly caressed your face, removed you from inside the covers and took your worn out body in his arms.

he tried stimulating you by saying your name as kindly as possible, his own body burning up from the stress and creeping guilt slowly consuming him after linking everything together. was that the consequences of his actions? he looked at your face, torn with pain and fear, noticing with horror the purple bruise on your wrist and the equally awful red marks on your neck and arms, some even bleeding.

he showered you with his own pheromones, using nature's ways to force you into a calmer state.

what has he done? was it all his fault? he should've known you weren't this brave and should've known you'd need him sooner. he should've taken the hint and go to you instead of observing you slowly falling apart and delaying the moment when he'd finally come at your rescue.

he watched as you slowly but surely came back to him, eyes blinking up at him, unable to comprehend what was going on. you were all dopey and insanely fragile, your mental state on the verge of a cliff, threatening to fall if you were to be feeling any bit of discomfort.

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surpringly enough, you had warmed up to kazutora faster than he had expected. when anxiety plagued you with its torments, he was the one you instinctively reached out to, his scent carrying a sense of comfort and safety.

it was unfair how he could prevent your mind from torturing you any further when he was the primary culprit. you weren't even able to get a full night of rest because of it, and now you were accorded sleep because he decided it was best for you.

he literally drugged you with his pheromones during the period you were more than vulnerable, unable to take care of yourself. breathing in kazutora's scent whenever you felt down and distressed, had you assimilating it with something close to a safe place.

when you first woke up in his embrace after falling asleep to the sound of his apologies, you tore yourself away from his arms. you trying to move with what little strength you could muster forced his own eyes open, his hand, too quick to not be a reflex, caught your waist, keeping you against his chest.

"let go of me," you whispered after trying to pry yourself away from him, gripping his forearm, desperately wishing to make him move.

"y/n..."

"I said let go of me kazutora. why are you even here ?" cutting him off, you looked at him angrily, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

the pained stare he was met with was enough to make him regret all his actions. sheer betrayal was written all over your face and the scent which once brought you comfort, now only made you uncomfortable. he was too close. his hands tangled with your waist and wrists... you were scared of what they could do to you. he was holding you too tightly. he was afraid you would disappear.

"kazutora, you're hurting me. just what exactly do you want and how did you get in ?" he quickly let go of you, muttering a few awkward apologies.

"...how did you get those bruises ?" he asked after a long silence, partially pleased you weren't ordering him to leave anymore and relieved you didn't push the topic of his intrusion any further.

"keep playing dumb and I might actually get really angry" you had pushed yourself up, refusing kazutora's help and was now sitting, glaring at him.

"please y/n, I assure you I don't know anything. I wouldn't have let anyone hurt you like this..." you chuckled half-heartedly, looking at kazutora's pleading eyes with contempt in yours. you could tell he was taken aback with how things were turning out with how he grabbed your arm softly, as if begging you to please believe him.

"ask your friends, I'm sure they'd love to tell you all the details about what they did."

and with that, you turned your back on him, tired of talking to him who acted like nothing was his fault, as if he hadn't played a huge role in how people treated you.

you were too tired to curse at him and yell for him to get out of your sight, you fell asleep in almost a few minutes this day, not caring if kazutora had anything to tell you or if he was even still there, invading your nest and taking up all the space like he was used to when it came to you.

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upon your confession, kazutora was seeing red, rage fully consuming his body and abandoning him to a state of pure instincts.

he stayed still, observing your steady breathing and the mess he had caused because of his jealousy, hands shaking at the sight of your injured body.

he made sure one last time that you were covered with his pheromones, which, no matter how much you hated them, helped you calm down a bit and have a good night rest like you needed.

he got up, barricaded your door that was slightly broken and left you alone in your apartment, ready to pay a visit to those people he had used to get what he wanted.

you've always been fragile, your nature shaping you to be more delicate than him, but never had he ever seen you this weak and defeated. although he had his response in your current state, he promised himself he would redeem himself, vowing to protect you just like he should've.

and it all starts now, by getting rid of the ones who thought they could go as far as laying a hand on you.

when he came back, he let out a relieved sigh seeing you hadn't move. he threw his now slightly red t-shirt on the floor and went back to your side, pleased with what he did and happy there were a few less threats for you out there.

he kissed your naked shoulder and fell asleep, inhaling your sweet scent he craved so much and swore nothing bad would ever happen again.

kazutora would make sure of it...

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Secrets in Love

A/n: No one asked for this, did anyone besides me even want this? I don't know, but it exists now and it is quite possibly the longest one I've written.

Warnings: Angst, blood, enemies to lovers, omegaverse au, reader goes on a date with a creepy guy and he follows her around a bit, smut, unprotected p in v, slight breeding kink (it's not mentioned but it's kind of hinted to?), marking, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy <3

James went to your high school and you hated him. It wasn’t that you really hated him, he just seemed to hate you. Always picking on you, stealing your food, poking fun at you whenever he saw the chance. Your weekends were your escape from him and you took that time very seriously.

You’d run a bubble bath, set up candles and everything.

You were just getting out when you heard a knock on the door. It was persistent and loud, of course no one else was home so you had to run down in a bathrobe to answer it.

On the other side was James, drenched from the rain with blood soaked into his clothes, but that wasn’t the most catching feature he had. Fluffy dog ears and a tail protruded from him. You stared at him wide eyed for a moment before he spoke up.

“C-can I come in..? P-please..?” His voice was shaky and weak, his heart beating fast and he was short of breath. You nodded silently and let him in.

He walked straight past you and went to crash on your couch. You followed him, grabbing the first aid kit your family kept in the kitchen on your way. You knelt beside him, pulling up his shirt to see the damage. Wounds on either side of his torso, blood spilling out and seeping into your couch. You ran to get a clean cloth, returning a few moments later with a bowl of warm water to clean him off with.

James winced with every stroke but soon you had him mostly cleaned off, enough for you to bandage him up. He stayed laying down as it was comfortable and he didn’t want to risk sitting up. You stayed beside him, watching over him. You couldn’t keep your gaze from falling to his ears and tail though...

“I know what you’re thinking.” He muttered, staring up at the ceiling. You didn’t respond and continued to eye him nervously. “You can touch them if you want.” You looked to his eyes to make sure he was being genuine. In his blue eyes you saw pain, and a wistful anger. Vulnerability.

Hesitantly, you reached out for the fluffy golden ears poking out of his big hair. He closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath as you started petting his ears. “So,” you started, “you’re, like, a werewolf..?” James chuckled softly, a smile playing on his lips.

“Not a werewolf, a hybrid.” He said. You remembered seeing a new island that had been discovered not too long ago. It had been inhabited by human-like creatures with animalistic features, from what people had seen they had the ability to turn completely into animals or humans whenever they pleased.

You hadn’t paid much attention to it, it was far away and didn’t affect you. Right? That’s when James turned up at your school to make your life hell...

You sat next to James as he explained what had really happened, how people came and boarded them onto boats, shipping families apart and ruining everything. You felt for him, really, but that didn’t change the fact that he treated you like shit.

“What happened to your family?” You asked, hand still rubbing his soft ears. James opened his eyes finally and looked at you.

“I was fortunate.” He said. “They were gone long before you people came.” You had expected him to say something about how they’d managed to end up together. Not that.

“Oh.” You pulled your hand back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“How would you?” You shrugged. You paused a moment before standing up and walking to the kitchen. “Where are you going?” James called, leaning back on his arms so he could watch you, you could only imagine the discomfort given his expression.

“I’m just getting something to eat.” He nodded and laid back down. You stepped into the kitchen and paused again, going back to see him. “What do you eat?” He stared at you for a moment. “Like, do you need dog food or something?” James laughed at that.

“Anything’s fine, just don’t give me salad.” You nodded in understanding.

“Is it bad for you?” You asked, wanting to understand him the best you could.

“No.” He said, shaking his head. “I just hate it.” You rolled your eyes and went back to the kitchen to get him something to eat.

The TV was on but you weren’t really watching it, too busy thinking about the events of the night. James lay across the couch while you were on the floor in front of him, both of you had something to eat.

“Where are your parents?” James asked, breaking the almost silence.

You looked at him over your shoulder. “On a work trip, they won’t be back for a few weeks.” You explained. James nodded. “Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to rest on my couch.” James smiled and went back to eating. You weren’t sure what you would tell your parents when they saw the bloodstains on the couch. You might just have to replace it.

James was asleep before you even finished eating, he’d devoured his own food and was snoring happily, nose twitching occasionally. He was on his side with pillows supporting him. His tail lay over him. It was big, fluffy. The prettiest yellow colour. You couldn’t help yourself and reached over to touch it.

The odd appendage began to sway slightly, a sign that he was enjoying your touch. So you kept petting him. Soon his tail was thumping against the couch.

He twitched occasionally but you thought nothing of it. Until he grabbed your hand. You hadn’t realised he’d awoken. “Sorry, I shouldn’t’ve...” You trailed off as he brought your hand to his face, giving it a sniff before he licked a trail over the back of your palm.

His tongue was weird. Neither totally human nor totally dog. It was thinner, flatter and very smooth. You stared at him a moment longer. “What are you doing?” You asked, finally.

James looked at you, his eyes drowsy. “Smell good.” He mumbled, holding your hand loosely in his.

You pulled your hand away. “Alright, well, I’ll be in my room upstairs if you need me.” You said awkwardly as you stood up. He was asleep before you even left the room, snoring soundly once again.

You woke up but it felt like a dream. It was still dark, odd since you were a heavy sleeper, usually sleeping straight through the night. There was a weight at your feet, warm and shifting. You turned the lamp on your nightstand on and looked down to find a furry lump at the end of your bed.

“James?” You asked, your voice groggy from sleep. You kicked him gently, trying to shake him awake. Slowly you were met with the head of a golden retriever, his own sleepy eyes looking into yours. “What are you doing?” You watched as the dog got off the bed, James suddenly appearing in its place. He didn’t have a shirt on, he hadn’t since you’d bandaged him up. His jeans were undone and sagging, you figured he was uncomfortable in them.

Thinking about it, sleeping as a dog must be more comfortable for him. No need to worry about a blanket or pillow, you could just find an open space on the floor and crash.

James crawled onto the bed again, getting under the blankets and curling up behind you. He threw an arm around you and pulled you close to him. “Go back to sleep.” He grumbled.

You didn’t know what to do. Earlier today you hated him, part of you still did. Now his arm was around you and he was breathing down your neck, in a pleasant way. You reached over and turned the light off again, relaxing into James and falling asleep.

James awoke the next morning and stretched out, his eyes screwed shut as his joints cracked. He let out a heavy sigh until your scent hit his nose. His eyes snapped open when he realised where he was, your bed alone.

He raced out of your room and down the stairs to find you in the kitchen making pancakes. You looked over at him when you heard him flying down the stairs. “Smell of pancakes get you up?” You teased.

James breathed a sigh of relief and came over to you. “Yeah, something like that.” He wrapped his arms around your waist. You tensed at the feeling and flipped the last of the pancakes onto a plate so you could bring them over to the dining table. James let go of you but followed close behind.

“What are you doing today?” You asked when you’d gotten settled, each of you having a plate of sweet food, James’ stack significantly higher than yours.

James shrugged. “What are you doing?”

“I have a date.” James dropped his fork.

“What?” His eyes bore into yours with a new found hatred.

A shaky breath left you. “A date.” You repeated. You were waiting for the old James to shine through. The only difference was there was more of a danger if he tried to hurt you, you were alone and he was stronger than you initially thought.

“I heard you the first time,” he said, “I just mean how?”

You poked at your food. “Despite what you think, people actually like me.” James huffed but didn’t say anything more and you ate in silence.

Getting ready for your date James hovered over you the whole time, commenting on every outfit you looked at. “I can’t show up naked!” You groaned. James huffed again and pushed you aside, digging through your closet for a moment before pulling out an outfit that matched his style much more closely to yours. An old band shirt your dad gave you that you only wore when doing something where you could get dirty and a pair of blue jeans.

He tossed them on the floor and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting expectantly for you to put it on. You gestured for him to turn away from you and he did, staring blankly into the closet until you were ready to show him the outfit. You gave him a spin and he gave a small nod in approval, though he still didn’t look pleased.

You stood at the door, bag in hand. “Are you fine to stay here until I come back?” James stared at you a little dumbfounded.

“Until you come back?” He repeated. “You’re leaving me to go on a date?”

“Did you think you were coming with me?” You asked in a shocked tone. James didn’t reply, only crossed his arms and looked away. You scoffed and rolled your eyes before leaving, locking the door behind you.

You were having a good time. Your date was going well but it was awkward. You’d gone to school with this guy for a while but he seemed so creepy all of a sudden. You made sure to stay in open spaces with lots of people around, though he kept trying to lead you off somewhere more secluded.

At some point you just had to call it off and go home but he didn’t leave you alone, trailing behind you as you walked. You couldn’t go home now, you didn’t want to call the cops because that would mean stopping. You just had to keep walking in circles until he fucked off, and you knew he didn’t plan on doing so anytime soon.

In a panic you turned a corner onto a small street, not blocked away from the busier streets but there weren’t many people there. You knew your mistake immediately but you couldn’t turn back, so you kept walking.

The street spilled into many alleyways, each one worse than the last. At the end it led out to another busier street so you sped up. Naturally, you started walking closer to the right until you were pulled into one of the alley’s. You mentally cursed yourself over and over again, rethinking every part of your life. You weren’t sure what to do now.

That’s when you heard it.

That familiarly warm and vile tone.

“Are you ok?” James asked as he looked down at you, his bright blue eyes now clouded with something you weren’t quite sure how to label. It was a mix of so many things but beneath it all you found comfort in it.

You gave a small nod. You felt a hand on your shoulder and snapped your head back to see your date. “Sorry, we got a little lost.” He said calmly while you tensed under his touch. You looked back to James as if asking for help. If not for yesterday you would’ve been even more scared having found him here. There was a fury in his eyes you’d never seen before, you didn’t question it when he pushed you to the side.

You wanted to run, and you did. You ran until you were surrounded by people again, and then you kept running, your last view of the two being James’ fluffy features making another appearance.

You hadn’t told him where you were going, even then you’d walked pretty far from the original destination. How James found you was a mystery, you couldn’t be happier that he did nonetheless.

It was already getting dark by the time you got home and you went straight to the bathroom to run yourself a bath, needing to take extra good care of yourself after the hectic last couple hours.

Candles, smelling salts, bubbles, roses, the whole nine yards and more. You got into your favourite pyjamas and watched a marathon of your favourite comfort movies after getting yourself snacks.

When it got late you double checked all your locks and shut all the blinds before crawling into bed, leaving the light on your nightstand on since you didn’t feel quite safe in the dark. It made it harder to fall asleep but at least you could sleep.

Late into the night you heard rustling and it spooked you awake, jumping up in your bed. It was muffled and coming from outside, which relaxed you a bit but not a lot.

Then you heard knocking on your window and you jumped out of bed and rushed to your door. There was no phone in your room, the closest was in your parents and you regretted not bringing it in with you earlier.

Another knock.

This time you looked back, you weren’t sure why you did but when you did you saw James clinging to the tree outside. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief and went over to let him in. “Why didn’t you use the fucking door?” You asked while he crawled in.

“Would you have answered?” He asked as he fell onto the floor with a thud, he didn’t seem bothered by it in the slightest and got up, ears and tail on full display now. You thought about it and no, no you wouldn’t have.

“Still, that was creep-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as James’ lips crashed into yours, his arms wrapping around you and pulled you close to him. You froze for a moment before kissing him back, but then you stopped again and pulled away. “Wait, James, what are you-?” Again you were interrupted by a kiss.

“Please.” He said in almost a growl against your lips. You told yourself to pull away but you also didn’t want to. You liked it when he pulled you closer, when his big hands squeezed your sides as he pushed you around or groped your chest and ass. You liked how his tongue felt against yours, how he tasted and the way he bit your lips.

You loved every part of it, all the way down to how he laid over you on your bed. The noises coming out of him were animalistic desire in its purest form and you couldn’t get enough of it. He was quick to rid you both of your clothes, not wasting any time in prepping your hole as you were already wet and loose for him to sink into your sweet heat. You let out a moan as he pushed into you, his big dick forming a bulge on your abdomen.

James kept kissing you all over, using his arms to hold himself up and cage you in under him. There was barely enough room for atoms to exist between your two bodies as he fucked you, pistoning his hips in and out of you at a harsh pace.

The room filled with your high-pitched moans and his low grunts which fell right into your ears. He was breathing so heavy, like panting but with a gruffness to it. You gripped onto him tightly, nails digging into his shoulders, sure to leave scratches.

His sides were still bandages and you were sure the wounds were bugging him right now, parts of them were peeling off from his sweat. But he was relentless, continuously bucking his hips into yours.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He grunted in your ear. “You’re fucking mine, ya hear? No more dates with fuckers like him.” You didn’t trust your voice so you nodded, a whine leaving you.

James’ lips trailed down from your ear to your jaw, down your neck before stopping at the crook of your neck, right where it meets your shoulder. “Mine.” He growled again before biting down on you.

You let out a noise that was a mix between a moan and a scream. It hurt, his canines digging into your skin, blood seeping out. You repeatedly hit his back to get him to stop but he didn’t budge, relishing in the way you squirmed, or was it the pleasure he derived from your pain? You couldn’t say, it didn’t matter, whatever the reason he wasn’t letting go.

Even with the pain he made you feel so fucking good, hitting all the right spots and stretching you out like you’d never imagined and sending you over the edge. Your head fell back, eyes rolling into your head as your body went limp under James, pleasure rocking through your hot body in waves.

Still, James didn’t stop, now on a hunt for his own pleasure. Or, was that all he was looking for?

He rut into you a few more times before cumming deep inside you, hot cum filling you to the brim as if James hadn’t already accomplished that. It was only then that he unclasped his jaw from your fragile, broken skin and started licking the wound clean. His partly dog-like tongue was soothing and it no longer hurt as bad.

James didn’t pull out of you. Instead, he rolled onto his bed and pulled you on top of him, making sure to keep you nice and stuffed full of him and his seed, his arms wrapped neatly around your waist while your head rested on his chest.

You looked up at him, mind foggy and body muggy. You smiled tiredly and reached up to pet his ears. He let out the sweetest moan when you did. “You should’ve told me you liked that sooner.” You teased with a soft giggle, still scratching his ears and playing with his hair.

James smiled but didn’t look at you, too tired to lift his head. “I was busy.” You laughed at that.

“Yeah, my neck noticed.” You sighed. “I’m gonna have to wear turtlenecks for months because of you.” James’ head suddenly shot up at that, a confused look on his face, bordering hurt.

“No you don’t?” It came out as a question but you knew it was an order.

“James, my parents will kill me if they see this.” You said, taking your hand off his head and pointing to the small gashes at the base of your neck.

James shook his head. “I marked you for a reason, and it was not for it to be hidden.” He let his head fall against the pillow again.

You lifted yourself off of him slightly, as much as your strength, and his arms around you, would let you. “You ‘marked’ me?” You asked, slight panic settling into you at the unfamiliar term.

James nodded. “Yes.” He said bluntly, only explaining further when he saw the confused and worried expression on your face. “I’m an alpha, that means you’re my omega. It’s a pact. You’re mine.” You stared down at him in disbelief but didn’t question any further. You were too tired and, honestly, you kind of liked the idea...

[gascon-en-exil]

Could you do 2 and 3 for the ask meme? What about 37?

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Not exactly a trope, but I'd like to branch out from the semi-canon-compliant work I've been mostly sticking to in my first fic. I feel like the later chapters, which are mostly set after the story canon has all wrapped up, are where I got to be among the most creative in terms of ideas and with what I actually wanted to see from these characters.

That's a big reason that I think that I might actually be able to follow up on this and turn it into a series, now that I've laid the groundwork for where and how this continuity does and does not adhere to canon. That's been fun on a meta level, as a (hopefully subtle?) way of working through issues I have with Octopath Traveler II's story aside from just writing meta about it like I would with Fire Emblem or most other properties, but eventually those issues run out and one is left looking at these characters and wondering where they should go next.

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Omegaverse springs to mind. I can understand the appeal of it intellectually, in part thanks to @theeeveetamer who writes Omegaverse and talks about it regularly, but I've determined that it's not really for me. If you know anything about some of my other interests you'd think it might be...but nope. It might be a bit distasteful to pull my - as someone once derisively described it, specifically referencing me - "man in fandom" card, but I think a big part of my indifference to Omegaverse is that I do have an unfair advantage over many readers and writers in M/M erotic fic spaces. I'm actually gay and have quite a lot of sexual experience to draw on because of my offline work, which happens to align closely with the standard profile of (cis) gay smut in transformative fandom. As such I always look at Omegaverse and find myself thinking about comparatively more mundane kinks that accomplish the same goals, kinks that can fit more readily into a variety of fictional contexts and don't require a hyper-specific AU to function.

That said, I do find many of the common arguments against Omegaverse - that it replicates heteronormative dynamics, that it's adjacent to bestiality - to be quite dumb and not worth entertaining. Even when kinks aren't to my taste, I don't see much point in judging them.

37. Talk about your current wips.

I appreciate that you separated this one, anon, because it's one of those that's pretty awkward for me to answer at the moment. The fic I'm working on is only a WIP publicly at this point; I finished it around the time I posted the first chapter, and have only been making edits intermittently since then because I've been told that staggering chapters is better for engagement. Still, it's what I've got - so let's go with that.

Putting this story together and publishing it have certainly been interesting experiences, and I've gotten some positive feedback from the approximately ten other people who ship Osvald/Partitio. Part of me is annoyed that I chose to start writing for a rare pair in such a small fandom as OT2, and that I didn't start out with something like Dimidue or Ferdibert instead...but FE's settings just don't speak to me in the same way. (Also, back when Houses was the hot new thing I was writing meta and fending off fan wank, and later getting a feel for YouTube, so I was quite busy elsewhere.)

I discovered pretty quickly that I have two preferred modes when writing fic. The first is the same sort of meandering, almost fairytale-esque disassociated narrator voice like what you'd find in my ship meta that actually verge on short fics themselves, ex. my attempt at building the crack ship Diarmuid/Tristan. The second is dialogue, to the point that for several scenes, particularly later in the fic, I sometimes felt as though I were writing a play. I'm not great with action scenes, which is one reason I skipped over most of the ones that had to be worked around in canon. I did come up with a rather cheeky way to nod toward that in the epilogue...though whether anyone else finds it funny remains to be seen.

But yes - it's been educational, and I am now firmly in rare pair hell. There's an entertaining spitefulness to it: that while YouTube's algorithm has pushed me into being a dedicated FETuber with only the occasional vanity project on the side, over on Archive Of Our Own I'm becoming known for my work in a completely different fandom.

[jrosa82fanfics]

Part 1 of Finding Family

Content Warning: This fic will include sexual content, child abuse (non-sexual), and is an omegaverse sequel to my previous fic Discovering Safety (which you don't have to read first but I recommend you do as the second sentence of this fic literally spoils a plot point for that one).

BEWARE: This specific chapter has a flashback to child abuse

That is all, please enjoy!

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Christmas is usually seen as a happy time of year when people come together with their family. Damian’s family has expanded over the years with the announcement of Dick and Jason’s second child, but even the thought of his niece and nephew isn’t enough to bring him out of his melancholy thoughts.

Damian doesn’t talk about his childhood often. It’s full of dark bitter memories that he keeps locked away from the rest of the world, and yet on days like these those memories break free and haunt his every thought. The first memory that always surfaces is from when he was four, the details blur in the memory nothing concrete except for the feelings that come with it.

Damian is standing in the garden with a bo staff in hand, his grandfather is in front of him. The older man is tall, everyone in Damian’s life is, but he always seems to loom larger than the rest. The man is his mother’s opposite, the harsh to her soft, the cruel to her kind.

Damian isn’t scared of him, not anymore, but the man continues to intimidate him with his greater strength. They train together like this everyday, as they have since Damian could stand on his own.

He’s learned how to fight little by little, the training leaving him bruised and aching and on one occasion he’d even twisted an ankle. At four years old he was finally ready to learn how to use weapons and he hoped he’d be able to train with something a little sharper soon.

For now he had the staff in his hands, the wood strong in his tight grip and his body poised for an attack. He makes a move instead, impatience not allowing him to wait for long before he rushes forward and strikes. His strike is easily blocked but the fight begins so he has what he wants.

He has yet to beat the man before him but he doesn’t let it stop him. He plans on defeating him one day, and that can only happen if he trains and learns. “Your form is sloppy Damian” is the first reprimand he hears as they fight, but it isn’t the last. He has to fight to keep standing as his grandfather strikes and he barely blocks the blow.

The force he uses is more than any other teachers Damian has to train with, but that’s what makes it a challenge. “Your mother was better at this at your age.” He says as he manages to trip Damian. He lands on his side and the scrape of stone manages to cut a slice up his arm.

He feels a swell of frustration at failing again but refuses to cry over the injury or his defeat. He learned early on that crying made everything worse. The first time he had cried during training he had been learning how to block punches with one of his teachers. His grandfather had snuck up on him and surprised him with a punch to his stomach.

The blow had been soft compared to what he had endured today, but at the time he had cried because he felt it was unfair. He’d been admonished right away though, and had quickly tried to stop the tears from coursing down his face. “You can’t expect to have an opponent who fights fair Damian, you should have been prepared for a surprise attack.”

His grandfather had then made a habit of striking him by surprise for weeks afterwards, catching him several times and leaving him paranoid that the man would materialize out of nowhere to get him again. He had been younger then, and he told his mother. He knew that she would keep him safe, she always told him so and with the way she showered affection on him, he felt confident she would ask her father to leave him alone.

“But Damian, you know why he’s doing this.” she had replied when he cried to her about how scary it was. “He’s trying to help you my darling. We don’t want you to be unprepared to survive without us. I know it’s scary at first, but once you get better it becomes easier to deal with everything. I’ve been through your grandfather’s training and I survived. You have nothing to worry about, just focus on getting better.”

It was the first time they had spoken of the training together, but not the last. Now he rises swiftly before his grandfather strikes him, and gets back into a fighting stance. “No, we’re done for now. You haven’t improved enough in the last two weeks to make this worth my time.” his grandfather dismisses him and he feels his shoulders droop as he turns and heads to his room.

He had been working hard but it seemed that no matter how much he improved he’d never meet the man’s expectations. He kept it together until he closed the door of his room, then he couldn’t stop the rush of tears that filled his eyes and the sobs that stole his breath away as he threw himself into bed.

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I'm sorry for starting this story off so sad, but I hope you liked it anyways

[underworldobsessed]

Burn the World for You ll An Obitine Fanfic

Title: Burn the World for You Rating: T Ship: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Anakin Skywalker/Padme Amidala Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, Bo-Katan Kryze Series: ABO Obitine (Part 8 out of ???), TAS Week (Omegaverse week) (Part 5 out of 7) Summary: Temples and Sabers Week: Day 5 Omega Auction ll Satine and Padmè are enjoying an afternoon together when a surprise visitor tells them of an Omega Auction ring, and when they try to comm their respective Jedi, they find that they had already gone to investigate and hadn't been heard from in a few days, since they were supposed to check in. Those running the ring quickly learn what happens when someone harms their omegas, as they will burn everything down to ensure they're safe. Author’s Note: This quickly spiraled out of control, but in a good way! I hope you all enjoy! Mando’a translations: Cyar'ika - Beloved Vod - Sister K'oyacyi - Come Back Safely, or Survive.

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Having Padmé over for tea was always such a treat. Satine and her both had been so busy lately that the time to just see friends and relax seemed far in the past, but they did always try to make time to see one another. It was sort of fun to engage in just idle gossip and spend time with those who didn’t have ulterior motives.

“So Obi still has no idea about you and his padawan, does he?” Satine laughed, shaking her head. She adored her jedi, but she absolutely knew that he wasn’t going to notice the obvious. After Obi-Wan had faked his death, Satine had grown closer to Padmé and confessed to her one night that she had been mated to Obi-Wan for years, after which Padmé had confessed to being married and mated to Anakin, which had only caused the two of them to grow closer.

“Not at all, it’s almost funny. Obi-Wan is smart, but he can’t see what’s in front of him. I love Ani, but he really has no idea how to be subtle about our relationship.” Padmé laughed and sipped at her drink, spiked with a little something that Satine had lying around. Neither woman was drunk, they both had high tolerances, but they were relaxed.

A knock on the chamber door tore their attention from their conversation and Satine stood, putting on the familiar mask of Duchess as one of her guards entered the room.

“Forgive the intrusion, Duchess,” She sounded apologetic “But there is someone here to see you. I wouldn’t have given permission but you said that this is one of the few people to allow access…”

The guard moved out of the way and in walked a woman in full Beskar’gam.

“Death Watch!” Padmé moved to stand in front of her friend with her blaster raised. “I won’t let you hurt the Duchess!” Satine reached and lowered her friend’s arm as the woman removed her helmet, revealing a young face with red hair, chopped almost sloppily above her shoulders.

“Bo!” Satine moved forward, but stopped not far in front of her estranged sister. “What are you doing here?” She glanced behind her momentarily to make sure no other Death Watch members were waiting for her to let her guard down, before she looked, truly looked at her. She had never seen such fear on her face before, not even when Satine had to flee their home after their parents had been assassinated. She knew Bo-Katan to be a hardened warrior, to wear her emotions under the surface so no one would see how she truly felt, but whatever this was, really terrified her.

Bo-Katan glanced over at Padmé, as if she was judging whether or not she could trust her, but she ended up just moving to lean against the wall. She tried to school her expression, but Satine could still see the fear in her face. She knew her sister well, even after all these years.

“You know I wouldn’t come to you unless I was desperate.” Bo’s voice was even as she looked over at her sister. “But something has come to light that Death Watch is doing that I can’t stand to see. I’ve tried to convince them to stop, but they refuse to listen to me. I think they suspect that I’m not an alpha like them, because why else would they not listen to me on this?”

“Bo, you’re rambling.” Satine gently told her, moving closer to her to squeeze her hand. “What is Death Watch doing?”

“...Omega auctions..” Bo’s face turned white as a sheet as she told her this, and for a moment, Satine thought her sister was going to be sick. “They’re taking Omegas from their homes and auctioning them off to either other Death Watch members or just to the highest bidder. I know I’m on blockers; both Pheromone and Heat blockers, but Satine, what if they discover me? These poor Omegas… They don’t deserve what they’re going through.”

Satine felt ice run through her veins. Omega auctions were illegal in all parts of the galaxy as far as she was aware. So the fact that Death Watch was running one was enough to get the attention of the Jedi Order, and get them to put a stop to it. But the question remained, why was Bo telling her this?

“Bo, why are you telling me this? I can’t do much here. I only handle the neutral systems.” She didn’t understand where her sister was coming from.

“I couldn’t go to Pre. He doesn’t know about my presentation, and I didn’t want him to find out and… send me to auction with the rest of them, and I know about your mate being jetii. I know that you have connections that I don’t, and that you could maybe help. Please, Sat’ika..” The childhood nickname caused a lump to form in Satine’s throat. She hadn’t heard her sister call that in so long, and knew she had to help her if she was that desperate.

“Of course, Bo’ika.” She promised, moving to her commlink to try and connect to Obi-Wan, noticing how Padmé had gone to reach out to Anakin at the same time. When neither of their communications were answered, they shared a worried glance. “Did Master Skywalker tell you he was going on a mission where he wouldn’t be able to be reached?”

“No, did Master Kenobi?” Padmé asked, which only got a shake of Satine’s head in turn. “Do you have Ahsoka’s frequency?”

“I do,” Satine let her worry slip through as she went to reach out to Ahsoka, who picked up really quickly.

“Duchess, thank the force you called,” Ahsoka sounded worried “I may need your assistance.”

“Padawan Tano, what’s going on? Where’s Obi-Wan and Anakin?” Satine didn’t need the force to know that something was off, that her mate may be in danger again.

“They… they went on a mission to stop what was rumored to be an Omega Slave Ring but that was days ago and they haven’t returned to Coruscant yet. Master Yoda won’t let me go after them, but I think they’re in danger.” Ahsoka glanced at her lap. “I’m not an Omega though, but the two of them both are… What if they were found out?”

Possessiveness flared in Satine, turning her skin hot and one hand clenched in a fist. “I’ll make sure they’re alright, Ahsoka.” She didn’t even recognize her own voice as she spoke, the tone unnaturally angry for her. It wasn’t even like the anger she felt towards Obi-Wan when he had faked his death, no this was primal and she knew she would raze down the entire galaxy if it meant bringing her Omega home to her. From the look in Padmé’s eyes, she knew that it would be the same for her as well. “Everything will be alright, I’ll contact you when I get them.”

“Do you know where you’re going?” Ahsoka asked, ready to tell Satine the details if it came down to it.

“Don’t worry, I have a source.” She hung up the commlink, before looking to her sister. “I suggest you tell me everything, Bo, because if Obi and Anakin have failed, we may as well be their last hopes.”

The whip was sharp against Obi-Wan’s back, and he did everything to prevent them from seeing his pain. There was a part of him that wondered why they were damaging what he knew was the merchandise. He and Anakin both had been captured as they were investigating an underground omega slave ring. He didn’t know how they knew that the two of them were omegas, but they knew.

And now, they were on the sales floor as the hottest merchandise.

“Well, look what we got here,” Obi-Wan looked up and saw a man in full Beskar’gam. So Death Watch was involved… fantastic. “A Jedi Omega… pity you’re already marked. We can’t sell a marked Omega easily. Your friend on the other hand…”

“No!” Obi-Wan thrashed against the chains that were holding him. He glanced to Anakin… poor Anakin. The poor man had been through so much in terms of slavery, and to use his secondary gender as another excuse to put him in chains. Even now, his head was down, looking so lost and broken. “Remove my mark, make me unmarked, just let Anakin go!” He didn’t want Anakin to go through that again. He didn’t deserve that to happen to him. At the revelation that Obi-Wan was marked, Anakin’s head shot up and he looked over at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan tried to remember if he had ever told Anakin about his mate, but he was drawing a blank. Now was not the time to consider that.

“Hmm… too bad, not going to happen, though we can remove that mark and fetch both of you for a fitting price. And how ironic, that the mate of the Duchess Satine will help us fund our efforts to dethrone her.” The whip came sharp against his back once more, and he didn’t make a sound, though he could feel the blood drip down his back. He had been taking every strike, and thankfully, because he had been vocal about it, they were diverting their attention to him. Anakin had been receiving minimal blows, but nothing compared to what Obi-Wan had been dealing with.

“Now let’s see our other prize,” The Death Watch member walked over to Anakin, and sliced off his shirt, armor long since being removed. “You’re marked too? What happened to the Jedi not taking mates.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened, shocked that Anakin had also taken a mate. But judging by the look of defiance on his face, Anakin’s had been done on purpose. He had knowingly taken a mate. Part of him wanted to scold Anakin for his blatant disrespect for the Jedi Code, but this was not the time for that, and it would sound incredibly hollow with what he knew was his own disregard for it when it came to Satine.

“No matter, we can sell you both and after you’re purchased, just remove that mating mark of yours. You’ll both still be worth plenty of credits now that I think about it. A jedi omega. If your new alphas can break you, you will be a fine pet for them. Now, it’s your time on the sales floor.” Even behind the helmet, Obi-Wan could hear the smirk in his voice. He thrashed against the chains, wanting to do anything to wipe that smirk off his face but the chains were designed with holding a Jedi in mind, unwilling to bend with the use of the Force. The whip hit his back one last time, and Obi-Wan felt his body just go slack. He couldn’t take anymore pain.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin called, wanting him to respond but his fighting spirit had just… snapped. Or rather, his energy had faded. He had lost a lot of blood because of this, and the last whip against his skin, tearing at the flesh, was enough to cause him to give him. “Obi-Wan! You need to keep fighting, please.”

Obi-Wan didn’t respond, not wanting to let Anakin down, but he felt himself giving up. The Jedi Council didn’t know they had been taken. Their commlinks had been confiscated and he knew they had lost. At least they didn’t die at the hands of the war. For a moment, his mind flickered to Satine, his beloved. He didn’t want them to remove his mating mark, but because of what he knew it would do to her. Their bond had already been severed once before, but a purposeful removal of a mark was different. A heat and a rut would trigger in each of them, and nobody would be there to help her. He wished it had been different, they had been more careful. They should have been more careful.

“I’m sorry, Anakin.” Obi-Wan finally spoke, lifting his head to look at his former apprentice. “I failed you. I should have protected you from this, and I failed.”

“You didn’t fail me, we’ll find a way out of this. We always do.” Normally, Obi-Wan would agree with his optimism, but something like this wasn’t going to be easy, and with the chains preventing him from using the force, he knew there was nothing he could do. “... I suppose my secret’s out in the open now.”

“Is it Senator Amidala?” Obi-Wan asked, and watched as the color filled Anakin’s cheeks, turning him a bright red. Ah, so he was right in his suspicions that they were closer than they let on. “I’m not a moron, Anakin, I can see how you feel for her, feel it in the force. And honestly, who am I to scold you with the fact that you’re mated when I am too. You deserve to be happy, my friend.”

“When did you and the duchess…?” Anakin was almost afraid to ask, but they were being open with each other, laying their cards on the table. Anakin knew that it was because Obi-Wan thought they wouldn’t get out of this situation, but he hoped that Ahsoka would come, bringing their clone troopers and make a daring getaway.

“When I was still Qui-Gon’s padawan, when we were protecting the Duchess from bounty hunters. My blockers had been left at our previous camp and I went into a heat, a terrible thing at the most inconvenient time. During one of the times I was lucid, I asked Satine to… to…” His voice quieted, now it was his turn to blush “And she did, but we both got lost in the passion, and she marked me. She apologized but I was okay with it. I thought maybe it would make things easier, and I… honestly had become tired of denying how I felt. It did, until I had to leave. Leaving the other half of you is not easy, and I didn’t see her again until the council asked me to investigate Death Watch on Mandalore and then we became her protection detail on the Coronet.”

Before either of them could speak again, the platform they were on began to rise, and they found themselves in front of a small audience of, from the smell alone, Obi-Wan knew to be exclusively Alphas, many of which wearing Mandalorian armor.

“Alphas!” A voice boomed around them “I present to you two new options for sale, and they are not just any options, but they are Jedi as well!” A murmur rippled through the crowd, especially upon seeing both of their mating marks. “No worries, when you purchase these two find specimens, we will be more than happy to pay for their mark removal.”

A chill ran down Obi-Wan’s spine, and he wanted to fight against the chains, but he couldn’t. He was trapped in there, and his body was still aching from the whips. He didn’t want another alpha. He wanted Satine. No other.

He didn’t hear how much either of them were going for, focusing on the fear on Anakin’s face, the stress, and the smell of that stress in the air. He tried to use the force to calm Anakin down, knowing this was incredibly traumatic for him.

As the crowd started to bid on him, there was suddenly an explosion from behind the crowd. Emerging from the rubble was Satine, Padmé and a woman in full Mandalorian armor… another member of Death Watch? Then why was she fighting alongside Satine.

Alpha ! Obi-Wan’s inner Omega sang, and instead of being as excited as that part of him was, his body grew more limp. The blood loss was getting to him more and more each second. The last thing he remembered was Anakin calling out his name, and Satine pulling out a small trigger from somewhere before his consciousness finally faded.

Satine knew that she would regret what she was doing once she really thought about it, but seeing Obi-Wan and Anakin there, with Obi-Wan losing consciousness, chained up as they were about to be auctioned off… Well, rationality left her mind.

“You really thought two Jedi could go missing and no one would come looking for them?” Satine’s voice was angry, the calm and collected Duchess taking a back seat to the angry alpha in her mind. “You really thought you could take the mates of a Duchess and a Senator and not assume we would burn the world down looking for them?”

“You? The weak willed, pacifist duchess wouldn’t raise a finger,” A member of Death Watch spoke up as they landed in front of her “And you, Bo-Katan, I should have known you would betray us. You were always so weak when it came to your sister. Besides, you think you’re so good at hiding your weak nature, but nothing could keep the stench of Omega off of you. You’re lucky Pre is in the dark, otherwise you would be on that stand as well” Satine could feel her sister preparing to launch herself at the warrior, so she raised an arm to keep her where she was.

“I won’t raise a finger to hurt you, you’re right, but the same cannot be said for this place. And you act like I came without preparing for every circumstance. You see, you harmed my mate, and I won’t let that sit.” She passed the trigger over to Padmé with a smirk. “You know Senator Amidala, yes? That man right there is Anakin Skywalker, her mate, and unlike me, she doesn’t have a problem with violence. If I say the word, she will press that trigger, and a bomb will go off underneath your feet. The fall and the explosion won’t kill you, and we have members of their Clone Troopers on their way to arrest you all for your crimes. However, my darling sister,” She glanced at Bo, who had her blasters in her hand. “Is entirely willing to blast your heads off if any of you try anything. And well, if I don’t see her do it, who’s to say what she did.”

“You don’t have the guts to try.” The Death Watch member sneered as he pulled his weapon on Satine.

“You forget, I may be a pacifist, but I am also a Mandalorian, just as much as any of you are.” She turned her head away as Bo fired off a single shot, knocking them down. Many of the crowd quickly moved out of her way, and she stalked forward, her gaze on the unconscious form of her mate. Not long after they had made their way forward, the sound of Clone Troopers boots rang out and they came in to arrest many of the Alphas there.

Both she and Padmé came to a stop in front of their chained up Omega’s. Padmé moved first, moving to hug Anakin and pulled out a vibroblade to cut the chain that was holding him.

“Angel..” Anakin mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent and allowing it to surround him. It took a moment for him to remember, and he pulled back. “Obi-Wan, we need to help him.”

But he didn’t need to say anything, because Satine was already trying to get him out of the chains, taking the blade from Padmé to cut them and catching Obi-wan as he fell forward. Her heart broke at the sight of the whip marks lining up and down his back. “Oh cyar’ika..” She mumbled, looking up as Bo moved forward.

“The clones have arrested many of them here. I… need to go before they think I’m involved too..” She glanced around for a moment before she looked down at Satine. “Thank you, vod, for helping me.”

Satine set Obi-Wan down for a moment before she got up and hugged her sister. “You are always welcome with me, Bo-Katan, if you ever choose to return to Mandalore, you will be welcome. You are my sister, and I will never turn you away.”

She felt Bo shudder in her arms before she wrapped her arms around Satine briefly, but then pulled back. “Not while you're the leader of Mandalore, Satine. We are not a peaceful people… and I can’t bear to see us like that…” She took a few steps back before she got her jetpack going and she flew off and out of there.

“K’oyacyi, Bo-Katan…” Satine mumbled, before her attention immediately went back to her mate. He was definitely looking worse for wear and she didn’t know how long he had been bleeding. She wasn’t strong enough to carry him back to the ship, but she looked over at Anakin. “Help me carry him.” He nodded and moved to lift up Obi-Wan, both him and Satine flinching at the pained moan he let out.

The four of them went back to the ship, in silence. As soon as they were back on the ship, Anakin sent Obi-Wan down on a bed, and went to aid Padmé in the take off. After grabbing some bacta to put on his wounds, Satine moved to brush a strand of hair out of his face, relieved as his eyes finally opened.

“Cyar’ika… thank the stars you’re okay.” Satine smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead “You scared me.”

“Hello, my darling.” Obi-Wan gave her a pained smile “If you are not the most beautiful sight I could have laid my eyes on.” Satine wanted to roll her eyes, deflect his attention, but she felt her skin heat and she smiled. She was hopelessly in love with this man.

She didn’t say anything at first, moving to start applying the bacta to his bare back. Even with it, it was going to take some time for him to heal. She glanced towards Anakin and Padmé for a moment, but realized that their secret was out in the open now. Anakin knew, truly knew, and they didn’t have to hide their relationship from him anymore.

“I want you to stay at my apartment on Coruscant with me for a few days,” She said, knowing that the fire that burned within her when she learned of Obi-Wan’s predicament still burned. She wanted to keep him close at least until she needed to return to Mandalore. “I need you by my side.”

“Satine, I…” He moved to sit up but quickly fell back to laying on his stomach at the pain. “I need to be at the temple. We can’t…”

“Please, Obi,” Her voice became slightly pleading. “I cannot begin to describe the way I felt when I heard that you went to investigate an Omega Auction ring, and seeing you chained up, unconscious, turned me into a woman I never wanted to be. The reason I want you by my side is entirely selfish, but I need to be sure you’re alright, that I haven’t lost you..”

There was a moment’s hesitation, and Satine was certain that he was going to say no again. She wouldn’t hold it against him. She knew just how important this was for him, to keep up the facade of the two of them not being together. If he said no again, she would understand, but she would still stay on Coruscant until she was certain he was okay. However, after a moment, she saw him nod.

“Okay, Satine, I’ll stay with you.”

She had to contain her emotions, but she moved to kiss his cheek. She would care for him there as an alpha should, help him heal before he would go back to his jedi duties.

It was the least she could do as she thought that she failed to protect him before.

[spartanbunjase]

This week’s server sunday random dialoge prompt was:

I continued my Jason Todd/Ra’s al Ghul fic. 

Warnings: mpeg, omegaverse, Bruce is rude but he is trying. 

All the Batfam are involved. 

The Batcave was silent. Jason had been missing for close to six months. His safe houses completely stripped bare, even set alight in some cases. The family had been suitably worried. All except Damian, his only change in behaviour being how oddly quiet he’d gotten.

 They all assumed it was because he was missing the one person from his early years who cared for him. They’d pulled him into the centre of their group as they stood around Bruce at the computer. The head of their family had a dark pensive look on his face. Which wasn’t anything new for the brooding alpha. Especially not while he was wearing his ‘night’ suit.

 “Robin,” the man growled. The family tensed. It was never good when he addressed you by your code name. The boy let slip a small whimper, trying to hide behind Dick as if he knew what was about to come. “You knew didn’t you. You know where Jason has been this whole time and didn’t tell any of us.”

 Before the pre-teen could resist the pack alpha pulled up video footage from outside one of Jason’s old safe houses. It was the one that most resembled a permanent place of residence. Something Jason had refused to have since coming back.

 The family watched as the pair exchanged words then hugged. Jason handed the small alpha a package and gave him a quick scenting before disappearing from view. As they watched they saw Damian slip the package into his hand and disappear too.

 The omega looked different. Lighter in a way that reminded them of the boy who’d died. His clothes were like nothing they’d really seen him wearing and there was a cuff in his ear that sparkled so much it was clear on the video. He was also smiling, the family realising they’d only seen that expression on the omega’s face if Damian was around.

 Bruce then pulled up another video. This one showed the inside of Damian’s room. Dick was disgusted at the blatant invasion of privacy. Curling his arm around the young boy and holding him tightly.

 On screen Damian opened the parcel and pulled out a phone. It was a basic model, cheap and easily replaceable. They all knew what they were for. Calls that were difficult to trace. Bruce had cut the video so it skipped forward to the following morning. The young alpha awoke and immediately picked up the phone. Punching in a number he clearly knew by heart. The call lasted half an hour, the pup getting visibly more relaxed as the time passed.

 Next to appear on screen was a file filled with similar videos. One for each day of the six months Jason had been missing. Realisation dawned on the family.

 Damian knew.

 Damian had watched them running themselves ragged looking for the man. Had heard the distress from his brothers as they cried on their father when safe houses were found burned down and no reports of Red Hood had been heard anywhere in the Underworld. Each wondering if they’d pushed him away and triggered whatever meltdown caused him to run.

 Unable to control his reactions as the titanium box he kept around his temper shattered, Dick pushed Damian away. Screaming in frustration as tears poured down his face.

 The young alpha looked heartbroken. He’d anticipated a bad reaction, he just hadn’t expected to get pushed away. To be outcast, rejected, in a manner similar to how they’d acted towards the omega in question.

 “Where is he?” Bruce turned on his youngest. The Bat wrapping around him so he didn’t display the difficult emotions he was feeling. “Where is our pack omega Robin?”

 The pup seemed to turn in front of their eyes. Gone was the distressed child. Now he was the embodiment of his parents stoicism. Damian pulled the phone from his pocket and hit dial.

 After two rings a sleepy voice came over the line. “Pup? What’s wrong, you’re earlier than normal.” It was Jason. Their omega. He didn’t sound hurt or lost. He didn’t sound unstable like one idea that had been put forward. He just sounded sleepy and, apart from the obvious anxiety over his pup calling, strangely calm.

 “Nothing is wrong Ummi,” Damian said. He quickly changed to League Arabic. “The family discovered that I knew where you were but I didn’t want to tell them until you were ready so I phoned you instead.” The young alpha watched Bruce twitch at the language swap. He’d never taken the time to learn League Arabic; never having the intention of needing it. Damian had no plans to teach him either. There were only two people in the family who knew it and both were talking via the phone.

 “Ugh, seriously,” Jason groaned. Dick could just picture his brother running a frustrated hand through his hair. He wasn’t speaking Arabic, luckily. Although there was the edge to his voice indicative of a man who’d spent his early years speaking exclusively in Spanish.

 Tim stepped between the youngest Robin and their father. Hands held out in a placating manner. “Hey Jay, it’s Tim. We just want to know where you are, that you’re safe, and that you’re happy. We know Damian didn’t intend to let us worry as he did, he did a bad thing for a good reason. Just, please Jay.” Everyone present could tell he was using his victim voice. The one they all had a variation on that they used to help calm the victims and get the most evidence from them.

 The omega let out another groan. It sounded like he was rolling over in bed. Sheets being untangled as Jason cursed quietly in Spanish. “Sorry about that Baby Bird, just getting comfortable as I have a feeling this isn’t going to be a quick call. Yes, I’m fine. I’m safe and, excusing this phone call that’s woken me up far too early, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

 The family felt the guilt land over them like a thick blanket. They’d not managed to make him happy. A pack filled with alphas and betas hadn’t managed to make their only omega happy. How much had they failed him that that was the case. What hadn’t they done to let him know how much they loved him.

 A smooth, recognisable voice suddenly came over the line. Slightly muffled as they spoke more to Jason than the phone. “Why are you on the phone so early my Beloved? You must get your rest.” Damian’s cheeks flushed as he listened to his grandfather. He’d never heard the man sounding quite as fond as he did, a softness to the sharp edges that made the man. The man was right of course. As it was around eight in the evening in New Jersey it’d be closer to six in the morning for the couple.

 The Bat growled. Ra’s al-fucking-Ghul had his son, his pack omega. It didn’t make any sense. Jason wasn’t one to be easily manipulated; so why was he there?

 Another curse came across the line, almost as if Jason had forgotten he was still on the call. “You calm down, right now B! I mean it! Otherwise I’ll come get my pup and you know it’ll be bloody.”

 Bruce looked like he was going to murder someone, fists clenching and straightening out as he tried not to punch something. Dick, however, was too lost in nostalgia to notice. His little brother had been chopping and changing between English and Spanish. An adorable behaviour he’d always had in the mornings. It was another thing he’d not heard his Little Wing do since before his death. The list now suddenly inexplicably very long. Well, no, there was an easy explanation but Dick didn’t want to admit to himself that he was the reason they’d not bonded.

 “If you bench Dami for doing something bad for a very, very good reason I will shoot you. Or at least order the ninjas that follow you all on patrol, on our behalf, to pull back from protecting you. Wonder how long you’ll last without it.” Jason was more awake now, ranting and cursing Bruce out in Spanish. A sure sign that Jason was getting too angry too quickly. The den mother that he’d become to Damian awakening at the imminent threat to his pup. Even if that threat was only to have something he loved and thrived with taken away. He wouldn’t let the kid suffer for something he’d asked them to do.

 Damian whined as Bruce began to growl louder. A thunderous noise that had him whimpering in fear. He’d not had a fear response like that in a long time, not since he’d been a couple of years old. The League and his mother training it out of him. The noise cut Jason off from his tirade, the man always having allowed Damian to be a kid and relax enough to have any response he needed.

 More shuffling came over the line and a whispered conversation was almost heard. More noise than words. “Okay, Beloved, if you insist.” Ra’s said, his voice getting louder as he obviously bought the phone to his ear. “My deepest apologies for all that, my Beloved is just getting dressed. He said you would know the code you needed to input in the zeta transport and he will meet you there. I look forward to having my Jason’s pup coming to stay with us.” Without waiting for a farewell the man ended the call.

 The pup could feel the eyes of the rest of the pack on him. He had deceived them all, but what was he supposed to do with how they’d made Jason feel. His Ummi was the most important person to him. Damian had just wanted them to find happiness and had known that that happiness would be found with Ra’s since he was a young pup. The man doted on his Ummi like no other alpha ever had, valuing him for his strength and mind as much as his looks.

 Training forced Damian to straighten his back and look each member of the pack in the eye. He didn’t regret what he’d done. He couldn’t. Jason had sounded happier with every call. More relaxed and closer to the Jay he’d spent many an hour with in the nest back in the palace. The pre-teen raised his gaze to meet that of his father. That sliver of fear trying to work back in was mitigated by the fact he’d be in his Ummi’s arms sooner than he thought he would be. A plan from years ago now coming into effect if he’d heard Ra’s correctly.  

 “You have something to say I presume Father.” Damian’s voice was a haughty coldness they’d not heard in years. A boy trying to hide his emotions like the man in front of him.

 “That was highly irresponsible of you. We are all coming with you to get Jason back. He is this pack’s omega, not another one of Ra’s harem.” It’s clear the pack alpha expects to be obeyed. His brain visibly blue-screening when Damian tuts at him and rejects him.

 “You seem to be mistaken Sire.” Dick cringes at Damian changing to Sire. It’s a great offence to call anyone that in America, even if it is accurate to their role in conception. It showed you place that person lower than pack, lower than anyone you have come to see as a parental figure. A role Dick is now sure Jason has filled for Damian. “I am going to see Ummi. I might send for my things, however, knowing Jason and his alpha as I do; I probably won’t have need of most of them. Richard, I am sure you will know the items I wish to have with me. Thank you for all you did for me while I couldn’t be at my Ummi’s side.”

 He cast a scathing look back towards Bruce. Green eyes ablaze with a torrent of emotion. “Jason was just reaching a point where he was going to invite all of you out to stay for a week. I will talk with him but I am sure the offer will now only extend to my siblings.” He bowed, just as he had been trained to do. Just as he’d stopped doing when Jason had returned to the family after Bruce’s disappearance in time and he’d been the Robin to Dick’s Batman.

 Without waiting any longer the young alpha marched over to the Batcomputer and input one of the codes he and Ummi had buried there years ago. Take me home. A simple code that would be verified on Jason’s end with; wherever you are is home. It overrode the tracking ability of the zeta and allowed them to travel to Nanda Parbat undetected. It would only work if the person on the other line was there to respond. The code he’d used would be wiped clean as soon as Jason accepted it.

 As the swirling light of the transport filled the bay behind the vehicles Damian cast his Sire’s pack one last look. He would be seeing most of them again just outside of the place they all felt most at home. They wouldn’t be being true to themselves. As the light enveloped him, Damian gave those present a wave.

 When the swirling light receded he found Jason waiting for him. A car idling nearby and the area clear of all personnel. Damian ran to his Ummi, fully intending to throw himself into them. Skidding to a halt when he realised why Jason had called him to Nanda Parbat instead of collecting him from Gotham. A soft curve barely visibly under the baggy t-shirt. Ummi was pregnant.

[thekeigospichula]

I was thinking about omegaverse A!Katsuki doctor and O!Izuku single mom. This is a vomiting word, but I'm planning make a mini fic?

Cw// Mysogyn/ anxiety attack / violence (?) /

Bakugo was in his break, usually he got food of the hospital dinner, but nah, he was tired of that shit.

The nearest restaurant was a fast food place, they served hamburgers and trash food

Ago some time that he didn't eat that shit.

He sat in one of the free tables waiting for a waitress to take his order. He looked at the window bored, today was a relaxed day, no much patients in the hospital— really weird— and the city was really silent.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!" well, he was wrong. A crash sounded before the loud scream.

"I'm so sorry sir, I'll bring you a new order" Bakugo looked at the table behind him, a little omega was kneeled picking up the plates from the floor.

"You stupid omega, my shoes now are all dirt" the comensal said angry looking down at the omega.

"I'm so sorry" the smaller man said shivering before the alfa's voice. Well, poor man.

"Do you think that you apologize will clean my shoes? I'm hungry and now I have to wait more time for my food because a stupid bitch threw it" the omega stand up whit the dishes in his hands and bowed in apologize.

"I'm really sorry, I'll priority your order sir, you won't wait so much, and I'm so sorry"

Bakugo was pissed whit the alfa, the omega already apologized and will bring him new food. He looked at the rest of the people in the place, they were only three more people, and everyone were in them own business, well, he didn't like this kind of shit, but he couldn't see more the poor omega struggling whit that bitch.

"Hey-" the rude alfa stand up and spill his soda in the omega's head, then took him by the collar. Fine enough.

Bakugo stood up as well and gripped the other alfa's arm.

"Hey, ya, that's enough, what's your fucking problem, he is two heads shorter than you" the man let go the omega whit a push, falling in his ass and his poor aching hips. He wanted to cry, that really hurted, he tried to stand up, but his hips wasn't coopering.

"My problem is that a fucking omega throw my food, this is why they should just give us pups and stay in them fucking home whitout trouble u-"

And the alfa was in the floor, whit his bloody nose aching and surprised, and Bakugo was surprised too, the omega was ago one second in the floor and then punching the alfa's face. Bakugo stepped behind the omega, who was trembling, whit his knuckles red and soring, tears in his eyes, but with a sharp sight looking towards the man.

"You know shit about me and omegas, shut your stupid fucking mouth" the omega said whit fire in his eyes, he was wet for the soda, already crying and trembling in his tiny frame, he should look weak and little, but no, Bakugo was seeing that green eyes full of determination, he was seeing a strong human that punched an alfa two fucking heads taller than him and even making that bitch bleed.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE" a man screamed and the omega flinched, suddenly looking small again, Bakugo looked at the man whit a name plate that said below his name "manager", fucking great.

"Mr. Yoshida" the greenet said whit a thread of voice.

"You are the manager? because this bitch threw my food, and punched me in the face, is that the way you treat your clients here? I'm going to demand" the fucker said, the manager looked angry at the smaller man.

"Yeah, you deserved it" Bakugo said.

"What?" The manager asked.

"Who the hell are you?" Asked the stupid alfa.

"Well, I was trying to relax in my fucking break, until that stupid started to scream like a crazy weirdo about a stupid accident, fucker was too close to hurt..."

"Midoriya" said low the omega.

"Yeah, him" Bakugo said "He was really sexist tho"

"But he punched me, I'm going to demand"

"I would like to see a sexist bitch demanding a little omega because broke your nose, let's see what the people say about it" Bakugo said whit a grin.

"Fuck you, fuck all you, I'm not going to return" the alfa step out of the restaurant letting the omega and the beta manager. The manager bowed taking the omega's head to bow like him.

"We are so sorry, your order will be free, sorry for everything" the manager said, poking the omega's ribs.

"I'm so sorry sir" the beta stand up yanking the omega's arm to another room. Another employed cleaned the floor and brought his food. Bakugo wanted to talk whit the little man, he wanted to see that green eyes again, green, his mind was full of green. But the omega never came back. He waited for thirteen minutes, his shift ended ago ten, but he couldn't wait more. He stand up upset and left the restaurant, he could come again another day.

When he was in the parking, a sobs reached his ears, following the sound, he found the omega, he was in the floor, his hair still wet but whit civil clothes instead the red uniform of the restaurant. He was crying whit his hands on his face and his knees in his chest, his shoulders were shivering and his sobs were broken.

Midoriya couldn't lose this job, he couldn't lose any of his works, he needed the money to pay for his child school, the apartment, the food, the gas, the new clothes because the children grow up really fast, he need pay the light, the water, his suppressors and patches, his tampons, the stuff that his child use to the school, he needed his jobs because he was alone, taking care of his only child, he needed so much jobs because they didn't paid him the same than an alfa or beta, and he had to do the double of work, and he was lucky, because in another places they fired him when discovered he had a pup. Without this work, he couldn't pay the rent of the month, he had to stop buying his suppressors and patches, because that were really expensive, and the gas, maybe one month whitout gas they would be fine, but his pup will get a cold and-

"Hey" Midoriya flinched at the low voice and red eyes met his. He tried to stand up, but his hips were in pain, fine, another thing to add.

Bakugo take his arm, helping him to stand up, actually, he just lift him from the floor like he didn't weight anything.

"You good?" Bakugo asked, and immediately felt like a stupid, but the man was afraid that the omega was injured for the fall.

" I-im-" Midoriya was embarrassed, he wasn't okay, anything was okay, but hey, he couldn't say that to the gorgeous alfa before him "I'm okay, thank you for... everything" Midoriya said staring at the floor didn't dare to look at that red eyes" I'm sorry for the troubles and thank you for defend me" the green eyed bowed "I-I gotta go, sorry for the troubles again" god, he wanted to disappear, but before he could run away, a hand grabbed his shoulder stopping him.

"You don't look fine" and there, Katsuki making fool of himself again, the cute omega frowned and wipe his tears whit the sleeve of his sweater.

"Haha, sorry, I'm fine, this is just the way I look, but I'm fine" now was the turn to Katsuki to frown. The omega was cute, yes he was really pale and had bags under his eyes, he looked... tired, but Bakugo bet that if the little man dream a little more, he would look more healthy, because he had beautiful eyes and cute freckles, his lips were puffy and his eyelashes really long, his nose was so fucking cut- "Anyways, thank you for your help" Midoriya walked away trying to don't cry, he was a grown adult whit a child to feed, he needed to find a new job as soon as possible, no time to cry.

"Wait!" Katsuki run after him, he couldn't let a person that is in a mental breakdown alone, what kind of doctor would be? So, he stood up in front of the omega making him flinch in the act, fuck "Sorry for that, but I'm a doctor and I can see how you struggle walking, if you wanna come whit me at the hospital where I work, we can check on you, this could be nothing, but yeah, is better checking out, what do you think?" Midoriya had already an answer. The man looked rich, that means he works in a expensive hospital, and he didn't have the money to pay for something as simple as a little fall, he was fine, he's been always fine, what he needed was found a new job, yeah, and come back to the apartment and wash the clothes, clean the mess in the kitchen and cook the dinner to his pup before pick him up from- "Will be really quick, I got my car and if you don't feel secure we can send your location to a familiar yours-"

"I'm fine, thank you for the concern, but I'm fine, I feel really fine, I'm used to have little pains sometimes, I mean, all of us got one or two, it's really fine" Midoriya said whit a fake smile avoiding the crimson eyes. And Bakugo, well, he was even more worried now, I mean, you don't have to be used to some fucking pains, bullshit, he needed to check on the man, he needed to ask where he felt pain, since when he has been feeling this pains, he needed to ask his diet and his clinic historial, he needed to ask how is he feeling, if he's already eaten, he needed to ask his name, and what is his favorite color and... The hell?

"I don't wanna sound insistent, but a "little pains" could desenvolve big pains" the alfa sighed and took out his wallet giving to the greenete a card "Here, my number and the address of the hospital, if you feel bad or something call me, or go here and say you know me, they gonna attend you, okay?" Midoriya frowned whit tears in his eyes, he felt humilliated, and no for the kind man, but even if this man give him especial treatment, he couldn't afford an hospital, he couldn't even afford a freaking toy to his pup, how could he pay for that?, and he broke one more time. Before the sight of the man, he hided his face on his hands don't wanting to look more miserable.

Bakugo was confused and felt like shit, he felt like he made cry to the man and well, he was a shit comforting people, he was really bad talking about feelings and all that human and social stuff, so, he just stood there, feeling like a stupid without knowing what to do, until the man spoke.

"So-orry" the omega said in a broken sob "I can't pay for an hospital" his voice broke in the las word, Bakugo frown deeper feeling his chest aching "I was fired of this job" the omega kneel down in the parking floor "I don't know how I'm going to do to the rent of this month, anybody want to give me a job unless I accept less than they should pay me, and I can't afford anything whit that stupid salary, I need to feed a pup, and pay his school, and all his needs" the man was letting out all, he felt drowning in his own skin, and for a moment he just let himself be "My stupid back is always in pain, I can't whit my hips, and my stupids varicose are killing me, I have to carry my pup to all places because he is a baby, and I love carring him in my arms, but God, nobody can give me his fucking sit for only five freaking minutes in the bus" at this moment Bakugo was kneel besides the omega in the bench and caressing the omega's trembling back, just listening, and wanting to protect him of the world. Maybe was the distress smell in the air or he was feeling empathy once in his live, but yeah, the people are fucking assholes. Midoriya rised his face seeing at the crimson eyes, and fuck, these beautiful emeralds was full in pain and madness, the omega was mad "Today is the only day that I have- well HAD only one job, and I had time to do the house, but always this shitty alfas are there saying what I'm or what to do, and God, let me alone I didn't pay your opinion, or the old people judging me for being a single mom, or trying to touch my baby saying "look what adorable baby, he could be really cute if you feed him better, he is really slender" sir, I know I need to feed my pup better, but he is already cute and I don't need him hearing your bullshit" and yes, the fire was again in that beautiful eyes "I swear, that if listen someone saying something about my pup, I'm going to tear some throats" the omega sigh, feeling a little better, actually, cursing and complain about his problems felt really good. Looking at his hands, scarred and rough sighed again, because that was just the start of his complaining, but he already lost so much time "Sorry for that" said now embarrassed whit the alfa, because anyone want to listen the problems of an omega, surely the other man had things to do and he was there wasting his time.

"Na, it's fine, the people in this city are assholes and it's not your fault" Bakugo said still caresing the omega's back whitout realizing it, he was busier trying to control his anger, the audacity of the assholes.

The omega wiped his cheeks awkwardly, god, he told all that? Why he had to say all that? Regret stared to grow in his throat in a knot, hiding his face again on his hands.

"Sorry, sir..." Midoriya hesitated.

"Bakugo" the blond answered "And don't apologize curls" the blond looked at the freckled cheeks turned beautifuly red and the green eyes avoided his.

"Mr Bakugo, your hand..." The doctor wide his eyes, his hand was in the freckled cheek, in what moment that happened?, awkwardly stood up offering a hand to the green man who accepted whit his cheeks still red, anyways, he didn't have other choice.

"Listen" the blond said scratching his nape "The consult will be free, fine?" Now Bakugo was the one avoiding the emerald sight "And I remembered that are soliciting cleaning staff in the hospital.." The green eyes wided not expecting that, he knows that the blond was offering help because he felt pity for him, but Midoriya had a baby to feed, he needed a job, and if this handsome alfa before him was offering a solution, he was going to take it, but he was still impacted.

"I-I, that w-ould, I mean-"

"Don't say nothing, if you wanna come, we can check you and got you an interview or something" the alfa stared at the crying omega "What the-"

"Thank you" the omega said relieved wiping his tears "Thank you so much for this opportunity, I'm going to do my best and I owe you so much, if you need something from I'm going to do-"

"Hey, hey, stop there, shit" the alfa stopped his word taking him by the shoulders "It's fine, you don't owe me shit, okay" since where he is this kind? "Just, come whit me, someone will check you and then we're going to get you that job, fine?" the omega nodded agreeing, making the alfa sigh in relief "Fine, my car is here, send your location to someone, the hospital address is in the card send that too, my number is there, send it" the omega nodded taking out his old phone, and he made as he was sending his location, the omega was alone, but the alfa didn't need to know that.

First: Anyways, I have Twitter, so, people that follow me for the idea bout Midoriya without an arm and Deaf Bakugo, I'll post the shit there. I don't know how to use AO3 (sorry), so, until I learn how to use it, I'll post in Twitter.

Second: I'll correct this shit later, I'm tired

[madlori]

Unveiled - Chapter 8

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Epilogue

by MadLori Word Count: 2300 Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin Rating: NC-17 (like, heed this, please) Tags: Arranged Marriage, Modern Royalty AU, Mpreg, Not Omegaverse, No Consent Issues, Veiled Sex, Weird Traditions, Don’t Think Too Hard, Handwavey Biology

NOTE: I posted chapter 7 earlier today - be sure you’ve caught up before moving on to this one.

Definitely yes sex in this one.

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“How is your better half today?” Sasha asked, bringing Zhenya’s morning tea to his office. “Everyone’s been fretting about it.”

“He seemed much perkier this morning, actually. The doctor says it’s unpredictable, and that it comes and goes, but for a week now since the Judge’s dinner, it’s been more come and less go. I’m hopeful he will improve.”

Sasha nodded. “You sure have been talking a lot of walks,” he said, setting the tea and toast on Zhenya’s desk.

“So?”

“Walks down by the athletic fields.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Not a thing. If you weren’t looking for a certain guard out sparring with his comrades, there’d be even less wrong with that.”

“I’m not...looking for him.”

“No, you’re just frequently placing yourself in areas where you think he might be found.”

“That isn’t the same thing.”

“So if I were to tell you that just now I saw him and the other guards heading down there with their sparring gear, you’d say thank you, Sasha, that’s so interesting, and go back to reading the paper, right?”

Zhenya sat up straight, unable to keep himself from reacting. “Uh...yes. Of course.” He sat back, picking up the paper again.

Sasha laughed. “You asshole. Go. Better hurry.”

Zhenya hurried to his quarters and threw on exercise clothes, telling himself he was just going for a run, and made a beeline for the athletic fields. The Consort’s guards were there, but he was almost too late -- they were gathering up their gear. Sidney was among them, sweaty from his exertion and looking like a god.  “Good morning, Your Royal Highness,” Fleury said, bowing.

“Good morning, Fleury. I’d hoped to get in some sparring practice myself, but I see I’m too late.”

Every one of the guards’ heads swiveled to look at Sidney. Nobody was fooled. Sidney’s eyebrow arched. “I could stay behind; I’m not on duty until this afternoon.”

“Well, there you go,” Fleury said, a bemused look on his face. “Come on, boys, Sid’s teaching private lessons.” They all trooped back up the hill, leaving them alone on the pitch.

Zhenya just stood there, feeling tongue-tied. Now that it was just him and Sidney, he didn’t know what to say, especially after their last conversation had ended so awkwardly. “I haven’t seen you around recently,” he said.

“It’s a big palace. His Highness has been sick, we’ve all been running errands for him. I spent a whole day scouring the city for this one brand of ginger ale he wanted.”

“He seemed much improved this morning.”

“Yeah, I think so, too. He said he was feeling pretty...spry.”

“I’m glad. Thank you for your efforts.”

Sidney shrugged. “I do what I can to help.” He tossed Zhenya a quarterstaff. “Let’s go, then. You wanted to spar.”

Zhenya took the staff, his least proficient skill. Sidney came at him, and he countered; for a few moments the only sound was their staffs striking each other. “I thought you might have been avoiding me,” Zhenya finally said, stepping back to catch his breath.

“Why would I do that?” Sidney said.

“After...what I said in the stable, the last time.”

“What kind of man would I be if I punished my friend for acting honorably?”

“So we are friends, then.”

Sidney stepped toward him, lifting his staff. “You were the one who said we might not be.”

Zhenya sighed. “I just -- I need to keep it straight in my head.”

“What’s to keep straight? You’re allowed to have friends.”

“I know. But you…” Zhenya stepped back and out of the spar. “Surely you know that I value you as a friend.”

“But you want more.”

“I can’t have more.”

Sidney planted his staff and leaned on it, sweat glistening at his temples and a flush of exertion staining his cheeks and making his full lips even redder than usual. “Zhenya, you’re the crown Prince. I’m a guard, and a temporary one at that. Whatever association you and I have is entirely up to you. You have your husband, who you are bound to by honor and the law. And then there’s me.” He grabbed his staff and came at him again.

“You know what it is that brings me to you,” Zhenya growled, low, striking faster and faster. Sidney’s breath sped up as he countered, their feet dancing on the grass.

Sidney shook his head. “Same thing that’s brought people sniffing around my door since I was sixteen years old,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact.

Zhenya stepped back. “You think that’s it? Your pretty face and your body?”

Sidney crowded up close, swung his staff, feinted and struck Zhenya behind his knees, knocking him onto his back. He crouched over him, staff planted next to his ear. “Tell me you don’t want me,” he said, his voice low and electric. Zhenya felt the jolt all the way up his spine.

“If I wanted an easy encounter, I could go out and have one. You don’t have the only good ass in this city,” Zhenya bit out.

Sidney cocked his head and smirked. “I beg your pardon. It’s a great ass.”

Zhenya burst to his feet, pushing Sidney back so he landed on the ass in question. “What are you trying to do here?” he said, looming over him. “I came out here to apologize.”

“And you have. I accept.”

“So what is this?”

For the first time, Sidney looked unsure of himself. “I...I don’t know. I'm as confused as you are, Zhenya. I never meant...things got out of hand. This was not the plan,” he said, this last bit said under his breath.

“Look,” Zhenya said, taking a step back. “Yes, I’m attracted to you, all right? But I also like you, I’ve liked you from the first. And I know I’m not...it wouldn’t be…” He broke off and ran a hand through his sweaty hair. “I met my husband the day I married him. I’ve still never heard his voice or seen his face. I wouldn’t be the first embargoed prince to have…”

“A bit on the side?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Might as well have.”

“I didn’t expect any of this, either. My husband, he’s...not what I thought he’d be. Even through the embargo, I feel like I see him.”

The eyebrow again. “Oh you do, do you?”

“I don’t expect you to understand. I always hoped that maybe someday, I’d grow to be fond of him.”

“But ‘someday’ came faster than you expected, right? You’re already fond of him.”

“I feel obligated to him in a way I didn’t think I would.” He took a deep breath, then held out a hand to help Sidney to his feet, then pull him near. “You’re right,” he said, low. “I do want you. I want you so badly I can’t think straight from it sometimes.” Sidney was looking up at him with those wide, pretty eyes, his hard pulse visible in his throat. Zhenya ached for him, the ache made sharper with the knowledge that he couldn’t have him. “But he doesn’t deserve that.”

Sidney made a half-choked noise deep in his throat, then nodded, cutting his eyes down to the ground. “No, he doesn’t.” He shook his head, a wry smile curling his lips. “Ironic, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“You saying no is making me want you more.” He squeezed Zhenya’s hand and let it go, took the staff from him and walked quickly away.

Zhenya stood there for a few moments and debated going after him, but in the end he just trudged back to the palace, an untidy mix of relief and disappointment coursing through his veins.

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It was later than his usual bedtime when Zhenya retired after dinner with his parents and his brother, who was visiting from the mountainside holy retreat where he lived. He’d taken a new name, Victor, as his monastic name and Zhenya was still getting used to it. Victor hadn’t been present at the wedding but was thrilled to learn he was to be an uncle, throwing his arms around Zhenya and crying with joy. It was a warm and happy evening, and he was in a good mood as he entered the room he shared with his consort.

A mood that only improved when he discovered what awaited him there. The lights were dim, candles had been lit, and his consort had attractively arranged himself on their large bed, deliciously nude save for his veils. Zhenya stopped short just inside the door, soaking in this welcome. He shut the door and approached, smiling widely. He gestured to everything, including the consort himself, pressing his hands to his heart to indicate his deep approval of all of it.

The consort knelt up on the bed, touched his stomach and gave a thumbs-up, then flexed playfully, which Zhenya took to mean that he was feeling better and healthy. Zhenya reached out and touched his veiled cheek, then pointed to the bathroom. The consort nodded and resumed his reclining pose on the bed, a hand slung over his hip, making Zhenya want to be quick about it.

He stripped and took a fast shower, his cock fattening with the thought that he might be getting sex tonight for the first time in well over a week. That wasn’t a long time, but after the frequent couplings of their first few weeks together, it felt like an eternity.

When he returned to the bed, his consort’s hands were eager on his body, laying him out and stroking him. He shimmied down Zhenya’s chest and got his mouth on him fact, with a practiced shifting of his veils. Zhenya groaned -- they’d both grown a little lax with nonverbal sex noises, despite the embargo -- and rested his hand on the back of the consort’s head. No sooner was he fully hard than the consort pulled away. He straddled Zhenya’s hips on his knees and shuffled closer, his own hard cock jutting towards him; Zhenya put a hand on it, wondering what this man had in store for him tonight.

He didn’t have to wait long to find out. The consort picked up one of his hands and guided it around to his ass, pushing Zhenya’s fingers between his cheeks...Zhenya’s eyes widened as he realized that his husband had obviously prepared himself ahead of time. His asshole was slick with lube; Zhenya’s fingers slid in with little to no resistance. The consort reached under the pillow and pulled out the lube; he handed it to Zhenya, then turned and faced away from him. He got on all fours and spread his thighs, presenting his ass; Zhenya’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. The consort turned his head to look over his shoulder at him, as if to ask what Zhenya was waiting for.

He scrambled to his knees, uncapping the lube…but first, this ass deserved to be worshiped. He bent low and kissed the flesh, leaving quick bites all over the smooth skin, his hands kneading it. He bent and swiped his tongue up his husband’s center, drawing shudders and growls from him. Lubing his fingers, he slid three into him, twisting and crooking them to find just the right spot. The consort’s back arched and he writhed in pleasure, his hands fisting in the bedsheets and his chest heaving. He reached back and grabbed Zhenya’s hip, yanking him close. Zhenya grinned; evidently someone was impatient tonight.

Zhenya lubed his cock -- he wasn’t sure he’d ever been this hard in his life -- and seated it against his consort’s asshole. He gripped his hips and pushed forward; the consort’s head sagged down and he pressed back against him, taking more of Zhenya’s cock into his body. Zhenya’s cock was not small, and he knew to take this slowly, but his consort had other ideas. Before Zhenya could inch forward, he pushed back hard, and Zhenya slid all the way inside him. He gasped and clutched the consort’s hips, his groin pressed against the man’s ass. The consort was making a barely-there whine in the back of his throat, his pelvis shifting as he seated Zhenya’s cock deep inside him...and then he pulled off and thrust back, obviously ready. Zhenya made a few experimental thrusts; God, he felt amazing, hot and tight and so responsive, always wanting more. He grasped the consort’s veiled shoulder with one hand and his hip in the other and fucked him, as hard and fast as the consort was demanding with every movement of his body against Zhenya’s.

He shifted his angle a little until he found the right one to drive his consort mad. He knew it when he hit the spot; the consort’s whole body jerked and shuddered. Zhenya slid one hand beneath him to stroke his mate’s cock; he found it hard and leaking already. His hand was batted away and a quick thumbs-down popped up; evidently, his mate didn’t like to be jerked off while getting fucked. Zhenya wanted him to come, though, and wondered if they could manage that without either of them touching the consort’s cock. 

He needn’t have worried about it. After a few minutes his husband’s body went taut, and he came without his cock being touched at all. Zhenya didn’t know whether to be amazed at his consort, or at himself, but he didn’t have much time to debate because after a few more strokes he was coming, too. He allowed himself a cry of ecstasy as he spilled into his consort’s body. Zhenya sagged against the consort’s back, breathing hard, his cock softening inside him. The consort reached back to cup the back of Zhenya’s neck; Zhenya dared to shift the veils just enough to bare a little bit of his shoulder and kiss it reverently, his mind clear of anything -- of anyone -- but this.

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[artistic-writer]

The Contract :: CS Omegaverse :: Chapter 1

Title: The Contract Rating: E Summary: Emma had never wanted much in her life, despite being married to one of the richest men in the world. For ten years she has felt like a prisoner in her own marriage, denied the one thing she wants the most, but her husband cannot help but bargain her want like a cheap business deal.  Enter Killian Jones, the Alpha her husband has hired to make sure she gets what she wants. And then some. A/N: This is an Omegaverse fic featuring A/B/O dynamics.  Whilst this varies from fandom to fandom, for the purposes of my fic, there will be no mpreg.  Just so you know.  There will however be knotting, breeding, heats and other delicious things that come along with A/B/O.  If you do not know what A/B/O is, feel free to message me :)  Many thanks to @hollyethecurious @kmomof4 @darkcolinodonorgasm @resident-of-storybrooke and @effulgentcolors for letting me bounce my complicated ideas of you lol

Also, I am no longer doing a tag list.  This is something I have struggled with because of memory issues, so to be fair to everyone, and to make sure you don’t miss out, you should allow notifications or subscribe on AO3.  If you wish to stay away from this fic, blacklist the A/B/O tag.

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Emma Swan was sick. Her head pounded from the daylight that had crept its way through her bedroom curtains, slipping through the only space it could which lead right across her face. The orange blaze burned its mark into her forehead, finally annoying her enough that she opened her eyes the tiniest crack and lazily watched the specks of dust dancing in the beam. Luckily for her, the sun was slow moving, and she easily avoided it by rolling out of the way across the huge queen size bed that she shared with her husband.

Unluckily for her, he was still asleep right beside her. He was normally gone by now.

Graham Humbert was normally an early riser, waking, showering and eating his breakfast like a military man who had repeated the same morning every single day of his life. But he wasn’t any sort of combat veteran, and held no stories of anything more sinister than a board meeting. No. Routine was his everything. There was never any room in his busy CEO life for any deviation and as a consequence, Emma had paid the ultimate price of marrying him.

She was lonely. He was good looking, she couldn’t deny that, and as she gazed upon the gentle rise and fall of his smooth back muscles as he snored softly beside her, she couldn’t help the smile that had crept across her face. Lonely or not, he was still the man who had married her, despite all of her issues, and for that she would always love him. And it wasn’t just today that Emma was feeling out of sorts; she had been sick her entire life.

It had all begun when she was around five or six, but she didn’t remember much of it, only the constant trips to and from the doctor’s office, but when she really thought about it, they were nothing like what they are today. The offices always seemed darker, more shady, and despite her heavy diet of prescription vitamins and supplements to keep the sickness at bay, she never remembered an actual doctor ever examining her.

She was just sick.

Her foster father had been a loving man, doting on her despite having three sons of his own as well, and giving her everything that she wanted. That was, until she had gotten sick. He had changed, becoming nervous around her, which seemed to increase each year that she matured, constantly making sure she was taking her medication. He cared too much and it made the man slightly crazy, as well as gave Emma a hatred for the pills that supposedly kept her alive. He obsessed over her medication so much, that when she was fourteen, he was declared unfit to care for her any longer and she was sent to live with the Humbert family.

They were nice but very different from her old foster family, who mysteriously, despite always living on the poverty line, suddenly decided to vacation in the Maldives just after she had gone. The Humberts looked at her with distaste at first, the one she recognised from her foster father before, and it made Emma unsettled. What had she done to cause so many people in her life to suddenly look at her so differently? She didn’t know, but she had discovered one thing; Graham Humbert was another scrawny teenager just like her and they got on like a house on fire.

Growing up was weird in the Humbert house. Graham’s father was an Alpha, from a long line of them in fact, and his mother had long since died before Emma even arrived . Living with an Alpha was intense, but it had been worse for Graham who, at the age of eighteen, still hadn’t become what his family had expected him to. Coming from a long line of successful Alpha’s meant that as the only Beta born in over three hundred years, Graham was, essentially, as excluded from the family as the foster kid.

Emma had always told him, being a Beta wasn’t so bad though. He might not have any of the attributes of his forefathers, but Graham was a good, kind man, and Emma had on more than one occasion told him any woman would be lucky to have him. It wasn’t exactly what she had intended, but Graham had proposed to her less than a year later and now here she was, ten years into a marriage she felt she had to be in out of obligation and because, she had to face it, who would want to provide for all of her medical bills?

Emma was sick, and she was lonely.

The sheet around her was pulled away as Graham shifted his weight, a grumble escaping his throat as he rolled towards her and relaxed back into sleep once he was on his back. He twitched, one of his hands flying up to scratch at the stubble on his jaw before falling like a dead weight against the smooth contours of his chest. His hair was a mess, the curls stretched and fuzzy, the only evidence of his inability to sleep longer than a few hours that only Emma knew about.

To the world, Graham Humbert was one of the most successful business owners the world had ever known. He was rich, powerful and if it were not for his unfortunate luck, he would have been another generation of mighty Humbert Alphas with their own company and a whole army of staff at their every whim. But he wasn’t an Alpha. He had never found his way into the patriarchal values of his own family and Emma pitied him.

Maybe that was why she had married him. Maybe she didn’t really think low enough of herself that she would have never found true love with anyone else because of her illness, but it didn’t stop her from saying yes. Graham hadn’t even gotten down on one knee, bought her a ring or taken off his damn business suit to ask her that day, but she had said yes and now, a decade later, they were both slaves to their own decisions.

If she had to really admit it, Emma knew they were both unhappy. They loved each other, and there had always been care between them, but lately Emma had noticed a distance between them that was gnawing away at their union. It seemed that not even the wealthy were immune to falling out of love, and despite what her head told her, Emma’s heart ached. She wanted more and had always felt like she needed something else, someone else. Graham had been the first and only man she had ever been with, as awkward as it was sometimes, and deep down Emma couldn’t help but think about the strangest thing.

Alphas.

Since she had turned twenty, just two years into her marriage and around the time Graham started to drift away from her, Emma had been fascinated with Alphas. Her friend and fellow socialite, Ruby Lucas, had told her stories, of all ratings, and Emma had guiltily wished she wasn’t married so she could experience one for herself. She hadn’t gone a single day of her life since then without imagining the strong arms of an Alpha male, holding her tightly as he emptied the frustrations of his rut into her. Alphas haunted her dreams, left her waking in a cold, horny sweat, but she was stuck with the man beside her; a Beta with an Alpha complex.

Graham stirred finally, Emma realising that for once, she had rose long before his body clock had him waking up. She blamed the sun, but if she was honest, she had been having the most amazing dream that had shaken her from her sleep with a coil in her belly and a welcome heat between her thighs that she hadn’t felt for an age in reality. A sex dream turned her on more than her own husband and Emma hadn’t had one of those for a good long time, just like she hadn’t had a good fuck either.

Graham was many things, including impotent at the worst times, and Emma hadn’t found a way to help him keep his erection long enough so that she could actually get off. Of course, that was her fault. Her mouth was too wet, her mouth was too dry, she was too wet, she was too dry - Graham had never once taken responsibility for his poor performance and a rift had formed between them. When things were good, they were great, but when it came down to pleasing his wife, Graham was filled with anger and contempt.

Emma watched him sleep, his fingers flexing against his chest and his eyelids fluttering, threatening to open. The sheet below his waist twitched, a gentle rise beginning to pleat the cotton. Things had been good lately, because Emma hadn’t broached the idea of sex, but with the intensity of her dream still fluttering between her legs, and Graham with evident morning wood, why not give it a go?

It was a sign.

With a smirk, Emma snuggled her body into Graham’s, snaking her hand over the bumps of his abs that he spent so much time toning. He was asleep, but Graham sucked in a breath, his leg twitching sideways and bumping against hers as she slid her hand lower. Her fingers brushed through the darkened hair over his groin and Emma watched the furrow of his brow as she scraped her nails lightly over the inside of his thigh.

She was trying to wake him, just like she had in the beginning of their relationship, except now she wasn’t out for his pleasure but simply and selfishly, just her own. Her dream had left an impression on her, her subconscious willing a beautiful man between her legs with a wicked tongue and a wit to match. If she squinted, Graham kind of looked like him as he slept, and after all, she could pretend. She had been faking orgasms for over half her marriage, what was one more to scratch an itch?

Emma’s fingertips danced around Graham’s now semi-hard erection, the organ stiffening and twitching under her light touches. Emma smiled when he groaned, his lips parting slightly to exhale and suck in another much needed breath to keep up with the rhythm of his heart, his thigh shaking a little under the thin sheet where they lay. It was fun, watching him helpless to her touch as he slept, because Emma knew if he was awake, things would be very different.

Even though Graham was not an Alpha, he liked to pretend he was, and that included in the bedroom. He had been loving at first, but then things had changed between them and he had become cruel, making her pleasure herself whilst he barely touched her. He liked to watch more than participate and Emma had found a huge void opening up in her sex life that had previously been occupied by the warmth of a man. Now all she had was sex toys and porn - if she was lucky.

“Mmmmm,” Graham hummed, the sound rumbling in his chest as Emma smoothed her palm over his length, swiping her thumb over the tip that had started to ooze under her assault.

“Does that feel good?” Emma purred into his ear, watching the hairs in his beard stand to attention under the soft warmth of her words. His skin prickled to life before her eyes and she smirked.

“Yes,” Graham hissed sleepily, his hips rutting up into her hand for more friction as his erection grew even larger under her hand, firming and springing from his body like a pole.

“Do you like that, baby?” Emma cooed, her tongue darting out to lick at his ear lobe.

“God, Ruby, yes,” Graham moaned, hissing through his teeth.

“Ruby?!” Emma snapped, pushing herself up into a sit beside him and pulling her hand away from him suddenly. She slapped his bare chest and he bolted awake with a fright.

“What? Emma, what’s going on?” Graham asked frantically, scanning the room, squinting when the light hit his face and then noticing that for the first time in a long time, he was lying next to his wife with an erection.

“Ruby?” Emma asked him sternly, folding her arms over her chest and arching an eyebrow at him.

Graham clutched the sheet to his lap, gulping hard and swallowing down the lump that had formed in his throat. His cheeks were pink, his eyes falling to his lap as he desperately tried to will away his shameful erection, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “I said that?”

Emma cast a knowing glance over his body, the position and language it was giving off telling her everything she needed to know. It all made sense now. The late nights away, helping out her friend in the absence of her own much older husband, constant invites and making sure he was seated next to Ruby at dinners. But still, she wanted to hear it from him. “Why would you think I was one of my best friends?” Emma prodded, watching him squirm.

“Don’t be crazy. It was just a dream,” Graham huffed, falling back against the pillows.

“Right, okay,” Emma nodded, turning from his obvious lies and feeling more than angry that her potential fun time had been ruined so abruptly.

“Don’t be like that,” Graham pleaded, sighing heavily. “It’s always the same with you,” he accused. “You can’t blame me for things I say in my sleep, Emma. That’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Emma shrugged, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She slipped her feet into her slippers and watched the bones in her feet moving under her skin. “Maybe you wish we weren’t married any more.”

“Come on,” Graham soothed, rolling over towards her and reaching a hand out to place on the bare skin of her hip. Emma was wearing just a loose fitting shirt and panties but Graham never noticed nowadays. “Come back and we can try again.”

Emma spun to face him, her frown so heavy on her brow that she thought it would leave lines. She was disgusted, more than that, she was hurt. “Try again?” She spat at him, batting his hand away from her thigh. “Like I’m not good enough?” Graham pulled his hand away, licking his lips nervously, rolling his eyes. “Whose fault is it that you can’t get an erection anymore, Graham, huh?” Emma snapped. “Whose fault is it that you can only get it up when you are thinking of another woman?”

“Emma-,” Graham began, but he was cut off abruptly when Emma slammed her palm into the mattress beside herself in frustration.

“Don’t ‘Emma’ me!” she screeched. “We both know I don’t do it for you anymore.”

“You’re my wife,” Graham ground out through clenched teeth, balling his fist.

“Bullshit,” Emma scoffed. “We both know that doesn’t mean a thing. Being married means love, it means you care, it means you have fucking sex with each other, not sit in the corner of a darkened room jacking off whilst your wife fucks herself.”

“But I like that,” Graham said defensively.

“Oh, good for you,” Emma growled. “It’s okay because you like it.”

“You don’t?” Graham asked dumbly.

Emma gave him a look, a mixture of disbelief and sadness. “If you cared about me, you would know the answer.”

Graham blinked at her accusation. “Of course I care.”

“If you cared for me, even a tiny bit, you’d let me have a divorce.” The sorrow in Emma’s voice hung between them, both looking away from each other to avoid the inevitable apologies that were to follow.

Graham always said how sorry he was, how it wasn’t his fault and it always ended with the same scenario; Emma riding herself into a muted oblivion on a fake Alpha sized cock Graham would strap around his waist. A silence fell between them, just as he had done the last time Emma brought up the subject of divorce. She was sure she was going to get the same excuse as last time, despite her sorrow, and it meant she was trapped.

“Humbert men don’t-,” Graham began in a well rehearsed voice.

“Don’t get divorced, I know.” Emma looked at him with a sigh, her arousal long since disappeared. For two people who were so similar, they sure like tearing each other apart piece by piece, until Emma finally approached the dreaded subject of separation. Emma knew she would never get a divorce, Graham was worth too much money to risk anything so public but that didn’t mean she couldn’t negotiate the terms of her marriage.

“I’m sorry,” Graham said with a sigh, his eyes dropping to the space between them.

“I want excitement, Graham,” Emma told him firmly and his gaze snapped up to meet hers. Her eyes were the most vibrant shade of green he had ever seen and he knew that she meant business. “I want sex, and I want it when I want it, not when you can fit me into your busy schedule.” He listened, blinking at her in disbelief. “I might only be a Beta, but you married me, you settled for me,” Emma said gruffly. “Even if you are fucking Ruby.”

Graham lifted his gaze once more, narrowing his eyes at the woman in front of him. He shifted his weight on his hip, his heart picking up its pace in his chest. “I’m-,”

“You are,” Emma laughed in defeat. “I’m not an idiot, Graham, so please don't take me for a fool.” Emma knew he was indeed fucking her friend, and she had known for a while now. Neither of them were discreet with their flirtation and their emails, which would make the most hardcore Alpha in rut blush, were easily accessible with their joint account. “So, here’s my offer.”

“Offer?” Graham cocked his head at her, intrigued. She nodded.

“I want sex. You can’t give me the sex I want. I want a nice, hard, real cock inside of me. You need to find me someone who can give me sex, and I’ll keep your little side piece a secret. You know, for public image purposes,” Emma smirked.

“That’s your offer?” Graham snorted.

“Take it or leave it,” Emma shrugged. “But every business journal from here to Japan will know about you and Ruby before nightfall.”

“You wouldn’t. You would be ruined too,” Graham told her darkly.

Emma shrugged and gently shook her head from side to side, her hair falling over her shoulders. “Graham, honey, at this point in my life, I have nothing left to lose.”

Graham narrowed his eyes with a sigh. He really was sorry, for what it was worth, but Emma was right. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Deadly,” Emma said coldly. “I couldn’t give a flying fuck if you were doing Ruby in the next room, as long as I am finally satisfied.”

“Can I watch?” Graham said hoarsely, the mere idea of seeing his wife in another man’s arms giving him a tingle downstairs that he hadn’t felt for an age.

“You wanna see me come, baby?” Emma cooed, leaning towards him and licking her lips. “You wanna see a big cock take me over and over until I scream?” Emma taunted him, her eyes darting between his and his slightly parted lips.

“You don’t get to have sex with another man if I don’t get to watch,” Graham grinned.

“Are you seriously negotiating this like a business deal?” Emma snorted, her lips twitching up into a smile and an eyebrow rising on her forehead.

“Of course,” Graham shrugged playfully. “It’s the only thing I am good at.”

Emma stifled a laugh and raised her eyebrows at him. “No deal, and I’d say fucking my best friend was enough leverage for me,” she began, inhaling hard and brushing a stray strand of her golden locks from her forehead. “So, I want someone tall, with a beard, blue eyes and very grabbable hair,” Emma told him firmly, biting her lip as she described the man of her dreams. “I want chest hair to rub my nipples and I want an accent. British.” Emma pointed at him, making sure he knew that detail was important. “Find all that, in one man, and you can fuck Ruby all you like.”

Graham looked at her, his lips twitched up into a sly smile. “Alright,” he agreed with a nod, accepting the challenge. “Anything else?”

“Yes,” Emma grinned, the thought giving her a tingle just by imagining it. “I want an Alpha.”

--

“What do you mean, she knows?” Ruby screeched. Her hands were thrust into her hair, pulling it away from her forehead as she stared blankly at the floor she was pacing on.

“She knows,” Graham shrugged, his head in his hands. Sitting on a couch in his study, he had decided to tell Ruby, his lover, what Emma, his wife, had said. He’d left out the part about how she knew, a slip of the tongue during his dream state, but that didn’t matter anyway because if the way Ruby was stamping her feet back and forth, wall to wall in the room, it wouldn’t have been a sensible idea to anyway.

“Well, did you tell her?” Ruby accused dryly, her shoes scuffing the floor of his study as she made yet another turn at the apex of her pacing.

“Of course not,” Graham scoffed, his voice vibrating off the floor between his feet.

“Then how does she know?” Ruby demanded, her voice an octave higher in her panic.

“Will you just stop pacing?” Graham looked up with a sigh.

“No. You know what? I think I’ll keep wearing a hole into your expensive floor because I am entitled to!” Ruby stopped, despite her words and pursed her rouged lips. She closed her eyes, inhaled so deeply she thought her lungs were going to explode and then exhaled hard, shaking her dark brown hair over her shoulders with a flick of her head. “Okay, okay, let’s just think here for a second.”

“It’s fine,” Graham told her calmly. He hadn’t really contemplated what Emma had wanted until this exact second, Ruby reminding him that if their affair got out it would be disastrous. She, a woman of high society, would be made out as some common harlot, whilst his reputation, that relied heavily on his family image, would be over quicker than he could blink. Not to mention the shame he would bring to his entire Alpha dominated family, all but guaranteeing his immediate shunning.

“Fine?” Ruby scoffed with a grunt of distaste. “Graham, if this gets out-”

“Don’t worry,” Graham said, pushing himself to his feet with a grunt. “It won’t.”

Ruby laughed, dry and so sarcastically it shook her whole body. “Graham, don’t be naive. She’s your wife and my best friend. This is classic revenge, black mail ammo.”

“Listen,” Graham assured with a few tentative steps towards her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, brushing his thumbs over the patch of skin between the two straps of her top, and gave her a quick smile. He felt her calm instantly, her body swaying under his gentle caress. “Everything is going to be okay, believe me.”

“But how do you know?” Ruby pouted.

“She’s not going to tell anyone, I just have to-”

“To what?!” Ruby panicked again, her body tensing and whipping from his grasp. She took a step back, eyes wide with horror of the unknown. “To stop seeing me?”

Graham looked at her, her lip quivering as she waited for what she thought was their inevitable break up. “No!” He frowned. “God, no,” he laughed.

“This isn’t funny, Graham!” Ruby snapped, slapping his chest and attempting to push him away. “I love you and she’s dragging us apart!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Graham chanted, clutching her fingers before she had time to totally pull away and yanking her to him. He wrapped her up in his arms, swaying from side to side. “That’s not what she wants.”

Ruby’s brow knitted together in her own confusion. “Then what does she want?”

“An Alpha.” Graham didn’t quite believe his own words but they fell from his mouth before his brain had time to stop them.

“An Alpha?” Ruby parroted.

Graham nodded. “With a very specific set of attributes.” He turned from her, a heavy sigh blowing past his lips as he contemplated his wife’s words. They were not unreasonable. Graham knew a lot of people, and his family had access to a fuck ton of Alphas because of, you know, all of them coming of age except him. Maybe Emma had already met this specific Alpha, maybe at one of his family parties. No. She wouldn’t be so shy. If there was one thing Graham knew about Emma, it was that she got what she wanted, especially if it hurt her husband. “I mean, it’s imposs-”

“Leave it with me,” Ruby interjected quickly and Graham gave her a questioning look. “What?” She smirked, sauntering over to him. “I know people and I’m very resourceful.”

“Mmmm,” Graham hummed as she pressed her body against his. “Yes, you are.”

Ruby glowed under his praise, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks. The tone of Graham’s voice made her skin come alive, dark and demanding, just like the colour of his eyes that had turned to a stormy grey. Ruby licked her lips, biting her bottom one with a playfully coy pout. “Does my Alpha approve?” She smiled sweetly, her hand finding the front of his pants and rubbing at his hardening length inside.

Graham loved it when she stroked his ego, amongst other things, the title from her lips fake but no less arousing. He growled, pulling her even harder to his body with a force that made her squeak excitedly for what was to come.

[b-kitsune]

Many ways to say I love you: Day Twenty-Eight.

Kidge-a-palooza 2019 Prompt: Enflame. Pairing: Kidge (VLD) Universe: Omegaverse!AU. Status: Part 3/3

Pidge could feel the smell of fried bacon that her mother prepared for breakfast hit her nose hard when she opened her eyes, wishing she could taste it as if she hadn't eaten it for a long time. Her father's laughter from the kitchen and her brother's rumble as he went down the stairs was enough to make her understand that her entire family was home again. And if she was lucky, Pidge could get an extra portion of bacon before Matt snatched it away.

She stretched out on her bed lazily, throwing some blankets and cushions around her on the floor by accident, the remains of a nest still hovering over her bed as the only memory of the stormy week she lived a couple of days ago, but Pidge didn't feel like undoing it at the moment.

Even when she was aware that what she lived with Keith hadn't been part of a wet dream, a product of her uncontrolled hormones, having a thick smell even loitering in her room guaranteed a better rest. It was as if Keith still stood by her side even without being, which seemed ridiculous, but it also made her feel comforted.

She never thought that jealousy would lead her to have such basic and instinctive behaviors, but Pidge was happy that she had at least been accompanied by an Alpha as attentive as her boyfriend.

She went down the stairs slowly while her legs got used to walking after being in bed for many days, seeing her family chatting and eating like an ordinary morning, as if nothing had happened, which she deeply appreciated. Even if she knew they were aware that she was helped by Keith to pass her pains while they weren't at home, they wouldn't press more than they should to respect her privacy. Just as it happened with her brother the first time he went through his period of heat, they left everything she could need for her cramps, and enough food so she wouldn't have to strain to cook while they were outside.

Her parents decided to spend the week on the outskirts of the city to take advantage of a couple's time, and not to disturb her daughter's senses any more during her warmth than those who became extremely sensitive to any nearby sound or smell. As long as they weren't dangerous heat stages, such as the danger of internal hemorrhages or high fevers, it was used to keep the omegas as far away from stimuli that could torment their rest, so leaving the families used to be a decision frequent. Her mother, before leaving her, told her that she was the one who decided to call on Keith's help if she considered it necessary, as long as it was with caution and care. Pidge didn't answer at that time, but the next day she preferred to call him when she failed to sleep because of her cramps.

Her brother meanwhile preferred to spend a week with Shiro, so she wasn't surprised to find marks under his neck that he tried to cover himself with a coat while talking to his father about the new Garrison programs. It was a useless exercise, the smell of Shiro was all over his body.

The only good thing she remembered all week, is that despite having wavered with preventing Keith from knotting her during her heats, (or more technically, that she had manipulated him in a moment of weakness until she was able to impale herself around his knot) is that they prevented it from being bitten, or that would definitely have been a topic of conversation between both families.

The fact that she knotted it wasn't a big problem. Pidge could avoid pregnancy with special suppressants that she took from her brother's room when her season of heat ended, but a mark was a much more complex matter that couldn't be taken lightly.

When she finished breakfast, Pidge decided to take her things quickly to go to school before her mother began with problematic questions that Pidge had no intention of answering yet. Although she loved her so much as to trust many things that the common people considered unthinkable, since the dynamics of omegas were still a moderately forbidden matter in society's view, her mother was still an overly intrusive Alpha about her private life.

She came to the Garrison with some shame when some eyes began to settle on her differently. Pidge knew it was due to the end of her heat and her scent was still releasing certain pheromones that attracted even some betas around her. But being subject to looks was something Pidge still felt too scary. She didn't like to attract attention most of the time when in her experience she always used to be negative, and now feeling like a dam in the savannah where predators stalked her before she launched herself wasn't comfortable.

God, she hated being a damn omega.

''It seems you didn't have a good week.'' Pidge growled in response when she heard Lance by her side as he headed for her first class of the day.

''None your business, Lance.'' She said with more poison in her voice than she would have liked, but it was enough for Lance to understand that she wasn't in the mood that day.

''Hey, I don't want to argue with you, calm down Pidge. Did something bad happen in the morning?''

''Not really. Only awkward changes and everything.''

She avoided the eyes of her classmates as soon as she got to the classroom that belonged to her, being followed by Lance who began to understand the reason for her attitude as soon as some curious looks landed on her. For a moment he thought he could hear a grunt of protest from one of her companions when she passed by. Lance sighed heavily as he sat beside her.

''You'll be fine?'' Lance asked worried, Pidge smiled weakly as soon as she felt the scent of him looming around her, as if he were protecting her from others.

''Yeah, it will only be a few days until I stop stinking of sex.''

''I think that's the real problem.'' He moved closer to Pidge to prevent their conversation from being of interest to others. She watched him confused.  ''If you meet Keith during breaks, let him give you his jacket or something.''

''Why?''

''God Pidge you're not going to make me explain to you.''

A faint blush appeared on Lance's face. Pidge smiled mischievously for a brief moment, she adored that he cared so much for her as a younger sister, but he owed her since before his week of heat for bothering her unduly, and if she could embarrass him in the process while explaining something basic like the impregnation of the scent of an Alpha, she would take advantage of it.

It wasn't a situation that seemed suspicious since a few years ago Pidge was a beta just like her brother. And it was valid to think that she really didn't understand very well the dynamics of an omega when it was never necessary.

Lance cleared his throat briefly before continuing, Pidge made her best effort to continue looking ignorant on the subject.

''Okay listen, omegas like you and I are able to impregnate the smell of our partner, it mixes on our body like a second aroma, that makes others, especially other alphas, know that you are paired.'' Pidge nodded slowly, he was really explaining it quite well, which impressed her. "That will prevent others from throwing on you. You completely removed Keith's scent when you took a shower, that's why people think you're an omega without compromise.''

''I had to do.'' She answered incredulously, but still maintaining a low tone. ''I wasn't going to keep all the sweat and other things on my body.''

''Those ‘other things’ kept you safe, Pidge, and with the end of your heat, some may think that you are not only free but also willing to have sex to find a partner.''

''Oh god, this is hell.''

She groaned overwhelmed, Lance patted her back, understanding. It wasn't a piece of information that was commented openly, much less in the classes given by the school before adolescents went through the process of puberty and discovered the genres in which they belonged. But usually, the omegas were too possessive with the scent of Alpha after their jealousy to quickly get rid of it during baths. He had to assume that with Pidge something was going to be different. To be an omega, there were too many of her mother's genes in her.

''I will tell Keith that you are looking for him after class, talk to him and explain the situation. He will surely understand.''

''Thank you, Lance.'' Pidge said with some more relief. ''I just hope this ends at the end of the day.''

''Yeah...'' Lance smiled awkwardly as soon as he felt the thick scent of more than one Alpha in the room, with clear intentions to draw his friend's attention to a possible courtship. ''Me too.''

 ...

 Although the atmosphere felt tense during classes when her classmates began to growl, the day passed without major problems because her teacher kept the alphas in the classroom at bay. She felt tense, so her inner omega began to release a scent of stress all over the place, causing her companions to stop for now.

If she was scared, it would be impossible for an Alpha to accept her. So, they decided to calm down in the middle of class, paying attention to the board until Pidge even forgot for a moment the whole situation.

But as soon as classes were over, she quickly left for Garrison's advanced pilot zone without looking back or answering the call of her classmates who were completely ignored, she had to find Keith as soon as possible before any event incident happened because of her hormones.

Pidge was scared, she didn't like the idea of ​​having to use her partner to be left alone because of a biological problem, but it was the most efficient solution at the moment. Galaxy Garrison was a huge place with too many alphas running for the space program, so she was the weak individual at the time, and she had to find a way to defend herself from predators who watched her with interest.

When she came to the spacecraft hangar, she found almost no one in sight, so she thought it would be better to wait for him in that place in the meantime. The hangar was open so its smell wasn't as intense as in a closed place. She approached one of the new models that would be launched as a scientific project next month that her father had been talking about for a while. The ship was immense, and Pidge was supposed to take them to the Triton moon in less than three months on the first trip.

It was a structure with fascinating technology, she wondered when it would be the day, she, like her family, would enter the confines of the universe with her own crew.

She hoped it would be soon.

''You shouldn't be here.'' Pidge looked away when she heard a guy a couple of years older walk towards her severely irritated by her presence, her smell reached her strongly, mixed with some curiosity. ''This is the hangar of the advanced piloting course, return to the first-year zone.''

''I'm looking for someone.'' Responded determined, he frowned as if he hadn't understood.

''I'm not suggesting you come back, I'm ordering you.''

''And who the hell are you to come and order something from me?'' She growled irritably, but that guy only took her arm tightly and began to take her towards the exit. ''Let go!''

''Shut up.'' Pidge took a deep breath when she heard his voice rumble in her head, he had used his voice with her. He didn't control her completely but hindered her senses for a few seconds. ''It's amazing that I have to take a damn omega to where it belongs, can't you behave like normal people?''

''Let go.'' She tried again to get out of his grip while trying not to trip over her own feet while walking, but he was stronger and she felt dizzy. ''Just... Keith...''

''What do you have to talk to the emo boy?'' Inquired throwing it with more force, Pidge groaned in pain. ''Won't it be your boyfriend, isn't it?

Pidge showed her teeth in response, something in his tone was not exactly kind when she heard how he meant Keith, she wanted to bite his face to remove that cynical smile from his lips, scratch his throat or at least kick him in the crotch to let her leave her alone.

But in less than an instant, a familiar smell and hands around her shoulders drove her away from that subject like a lifeguard. She looked over to meet Keith, who frowned in irritation and part of his upper lip trembled avoiding showing teeth.

She performed a happy trill from the bottom of her throat when Keith walked along with her toward the opposite direction of the exit. She was sure that he had exchanged a couple of words with the annoying guy that threw her as if it were a dog, but she was so focused on feeling her smell to get out of the trance that the damn asshole had left her that she didn't pay much attention.

They sat in boxes outside the hangar, where only a couple of pilots were outside chatting or drinking some coffee. Pidge was sure that her classes had started a few minutes ago, but she was so calm next to Keith that she thought it wouldn't be so bad to skip them for the day.

''You have to be careful next time.'' Keith said after several minutes in silence, she watched him carefully. ''That guy was a newly graduated cadet; he could have sent you to the director's office if he wanted to.''

''I didn't do anything wrong, he treated me like I was an insect to smash. Damn fool...''

''If you feel like revenge, you could tell Shiro or your father.'' Keith shrugged.  ''It wouldn't be very difficult for him to receive a warning for treating you badly. What he did anyway was unfair.''

''No.'' She answered a little tired. ''I don't want to resort to that at the moment, I will fight my own battles. Besides... I'm reserving it when I really need it.''

''How to sneak off to Iverson computers?'' Keith inquired amused, she laughed maliciously.

''Exactly.''

''I doubt that your father agrees to defend you with that.''

''It doesn't matter if he agrees with what I do, but that it helps me so that Iverson doesn't drive me out of Garrison.''

''How ruthless you are Katie Holt.''

''You are the least indicated to talk about ethics.''

Keith shook his head laughing at her, but Pidge saw the sweetest and warmest smile that made her heart completely tender, felt her glands relax to give way to a thick, sweet fragrance as she approached him a little more, until they were hugging while they watched as the ships began their test flights, the smell that Pidge released at that time was very similar to the flowers that her mother loved to grow at home. She couldn't help it, she loved that boy too much. Keith had been with her at the most fragile moment of her life and never stopped treating her with tenderness and affection, even when she had become really violent from time to time.

She vaguely remembered how the other alphas watched her from the moment she entered Garrison that morning, as the guy treated her just for believing she was being upset. Pidge hated the alphas who thought of her as if it were a nuisance or a prize to win. Keith was the only Alpha capable of emerging in her feelings that flowed with just a simple smile, a fire from which only her smell and kisses inflamed from her vestiges.

They stayed there all day. Away from the eyes of others, there was no other place they wanted to be than in each other's arms while their aromas mingled as a demonstration of possession in the other.

At least that would make it clear that Pidge didn't need another Alpha.

[crazynekochan]

Omegaverse Fantasy/Steampunk-ish AU: Kazuichi, Hajime, Mikan, Chiaki, Nekomaru, Imposter, Sonia, Fuyuhiko, Mahiru, and Teruteru are all working/travelling on a newly built flying passenger ship as part of the ship’s maiden voyage over a mostly uncharted continent to get to a major city on the other side because Sonia, Imposter, and Fuyuhiko are working as diplomats and Mahiru is a reporter recording everything for her readers (despite being the designer of the ship, Kazuichi is just /suffering/ here and spending most of the journey below deck, whimpering in misery whenever the ship hits turbulence).

While the ship is going through a patch of storm, it suddenly gets hit with a massive surge of lightning and crashes into the forest below, miraculously leaving all the crew unharmed (albeit scattered into groups of 1 or 2 around the landing site and all unconscious) and the ship fully functional with the exception of all the fuel (magical crystals that conducted electricity through them to operate the ship) being either spent or rendered non-functional.

They all wake up in a big old temple, all tied to each other in a circle, with Hajime, Kazuichi, and Fuyuhiko in the front, facing the back of the hall. At the front of the room, a group of young people in old-fashioned clothes are arguing with an elder in slightly more modern clothes in a language that no one understands, not even Sonia, but they can all tell that the argument is referring to them and the elder does not look very happy.

The group of young people are Nagito, Gundham, Ibuki, Hiyoko, Peko, Kyoko, and Akane, who were heading into the temple near the forest to do a “find your true love” ceremony when they heard a huge crash just a few minutes away from them. They all ran to check and found the ship crashed into a clearing with everyone on board unconscious and either still in the ship or scattered around. The group brought them to the temple to ask the elder, Jin, what they should do about them, since the last time newcomers came was when a young Jin and his baby daughter Kyoko ended up lost in the jungle on an expedition.

Everyone but Akane and Hiyoko has already fallen in love with one of the castaways (Ibuki fell in love with both Chiaki and Mikan) and they think that this is a sign that they should keep them as gifts from the gods. Jin is much more cautious since these people just crash landed and they could be confused and violent and he’s really grown to get attached to these kids (they’re all functional exiles from the main tribes either because of magical abilities (Gundham and Ibuki), odd appearances that suggest malicious witchcraft (Hiyoko and Peko), issues with their family debts (Akane and her many sibilings), perceived cursed nature (Nagito) or not being from any of the tribes in the area (the Kirigiris)) and doesn’t want them hurt.

Kyoko notices that the group is all awake and let’s the arguers know, which stops the argument for the time being. Jin tells the crash group everything that they need to know (the crash and discovery, why they’re all tied up, where they are (a forest near the coast of the uncharted continent), etc.). When Kazuichi asks about how their ship is, since they need to fix it to continue their journey or at least to get to civilization, Jin decides to have them all taken to the crash site, with the natives keeping an eye on them (everyone with a crush is mostly using it as an excuse to stay near their crushes) so Kazuichi could inspect it himself.

Kazuichi declares the ship pretty much functional but almost completely useless except for shelter and the remaining food and medicine because all of the fuel is just gone, which makes everyone who crashed upset.

Jin offers to let them all stay at their mini-village for the time being, since they can’t get back to their regular lives right away. After some deliberation, they all accept but not before removing all their stuff from the ship because Kazuichi’s not super sure that it won’t explode or start leaking noxious fumes from the destroyed fuel crystals.

The castaways end up spending about 13 months in the village, learning about everyone in the exiled youth village and their larger civilization (It started from a travelling group that split off from the standard civilization about 800 years before. Their culture has so much nuance and brilliant architecture and art, it’s amazing) and teaching the village about their civilization and technology in return, once Jin manages to teach them enough of the native language to not have to communicate solely through hand gestures and facial expressions.

Along the way, people end up falling in love and become mates, the first being Kazuichi and Gundham, once Kazuichi managed to find out that Gundham was trying to awkwardly court him (which he didn’t realize due to obliviousness and cutural differences), who had a lovely mating ceremony where everyone attended, Nekomaru and Fuyuhiko cried (Fuyu cried a little, Nekomaru cried a lot) during it, and Akane and her siblings had to be bribed in the reception feast by Teruteru to not interrupt the ceremony with commentary.

Meanwhile, everyone who knew the castaways is absolutely freaking the hell out (a princess and some of the most brilliant minds of a generation were all on that ship) and searching for them like mad, with Izuru leading the head search party, which included some of the friends and family if the castaways to at least get some closure if nothing else. Their efforts were mostly fruitless until they finally find the crashed ship with Kazuichi and Gundham inside because Kaz still wants to keep the best invention of his life in tip top shape. After some very enthusiastic reunions when Kazuichi and Gundham take the search party back to the village and most of the castaways meet their friends and families for the first time in months, Izuru investigates just how the ship crashed, since Kazuichi couldn’t find anything even after 13 months and those fuel crystals were supposed to outlast the ship itself. Izuru uses some of his magic to trace back whether the malfunction was magical in nature (Kazuichi can’t use magic, so he wouldn’t know if it had something to do with magic and Gundham doesn’t trust technology) and immediately gets hit with a force of malice and most importantly Despair and recognizes it as Junko Enoshima. Junko, a manipulative sorceress, wanted to drive the world into despair by killing off some of the greatest minds of the generation and maybe start a few wars while she’s at it by blaming rival countries for shooting down the crown princess and a few other diplomats from two wealthy kingdoms. But the spell didn’t wreck the ship or kill anyone, just wrecked their fuel and left them stranded.

After making a solemn vow to get rid of Junko when they get back to civilization for trying to kill his brother, Izuru gets a bunch of spare fuel crystals from the search party’s supply and helps Kazuichi reinstall them into the engine, bringing the ship back to fully operational, which is great because the search party has been in this jungle for around a year at this point and they are really getting homesick.

Everyone, including the villagers, who all decide to come along, all pack up their things and arrive to the ship’s original destination much to the surprise of everyone who thought they were dead and they pretty much became famous for discovering an entire civilization, with Mahiru’s pictures and Jin’s story giving an excellent look into the culture and lifestyles of the people living there. And yes, the villagers all experience life in the ‘modern’ day, with some definite and absolutely hilarious culture shocks that are mediated through having a bunch of friends who can navigate through it, even after being missing for over a year. And yes, Izuru did get rid of Junko.

(A/N: I should really be studying but forget it, I needed to write this before I forget about it. Please leave some feedback!)

(Mod: I hope your studying is going well ♥

Omegaverse, steampunk and fantasy in one, I have to be in heaven because these are my three top favourite AUs/tropes of all time ♥

I feel so sorry for Kazuichi. He build that airship and has to probably sometimes check if everything is working as intended but the poor guy would feel so sick on a constant basis and simply be in hell instead of enjoying the marvel of his groundbreaking invention

The terror everyone felt when the ship suddenly got struck by lightning and causing them to fall out of the sky and to crash into the middle of nowhere must have been pure horror for them all. When they then also wake up alive, but realise they are tied up in a temple and surrounded by some people in strange clothing things couldn’t get any worse. They survived a crash landing to presumably be tortured to death in some temple by some ancient tribe. Since no one can speak their language it’s also impossible to reason with them. But most of them couldn’t deny that they at least looked good, but doesn’t make the possibility of death much better. Luckily Jin can actually speak Japanese and so everything is quickly solved

The “modern” group probably had a lot of fun in the middle of a gigantic forest because of all the wildlife and dangerous nature around them ^^” All of them grew up in towns and cities and at the max only saw a small forest which is nothing against this. They probably had to have one of the natives always accompany them before any of them got lost or ends up seriously harming themselves. Also I could imagine that Kaz would for his life never understand how Gundham could look at a deadly animal that happens to cross their path and decide that this is his newest pet. Btw nothing better than Kaz being an oblivious idiot in love

Also I love the backstory that you came up with for the tribe members, giving everyone a different yet believable reason as for why they are in their current mismatched tribe

I can just imagine how Izuru is in the meanwhile taking every part of the continent apart together with the royal family and the other big name families, while their missing relatives are happily courting and mating some native tribe members in the middle of nowhere. Izuru would also stomp everyone who even dares to suggest that his twin is probably dead into the ground without mercy because there is no way that Hajime died. I could also imagine that his stoic face completely broke when he actually found Hajime safe and sound after searching for him for over a year. Like just imagine how sweet it would be that Izuru actually is brought to tears from relieve to finally seeing his twin again and just hugging him

At least until he notices that Hajime’s scent changed and that he has a mating mark on the back of his neck, because then he would glare at Nagito who’s scent matches the one sticking to his twins whole body. Luckily Hajime would quickly calm his twin that everything is consensual and that he and Nagito are willingly mated because they love each other)

[irenerei]

ELSEWORLD SVT OMEGAVERSE

Alpha Wonwoo x Omega Hoshi (SoonYoung)

• The reason this is elseworld is due to it is not at the same universe of my previous svt Omegaverse entry. And since Svt have 78 kinds of ship. I am pretty sure this is not the last elseworld. I mean if anything send request asking I would try to write some ideas as well.

• I only recently discover the dynamic of this pair. Sorry new carat here.So yea elseworld omegaverse is a thing in my head

• This pair istg kinda reminds me alot of early kangin and heechul tho. *cough just some vibes not 100 accurate but they are different so move on

• So. We established ALPHA wonwoo in the Wonhui version and Alpha SoonYoung in SoonChan version (please find svt Omegaverse tag in my page if you are interested), so things and chemistry will be interesting cos them both are dealing with different ppl now.

• Again we know where this all started. I really had fun looking at them during one fine day in Japan. I literally laugh until I choked.

• This pair will be using the start as rival but end up as lover trope. Of course they are not rivals to begin with. I believe in variety shows they just wanna show that chemistry for audience's fun purposes.

• I mean go find some Wonsoon videos in YouTube, you will understand what i mean. one fine day in Japan was just a glimpse of what they are capable of.

• Kinda like Eunhyuk vs Siwon before they enlisted or Eunhyuk vs Yesung in recently years lol. One side love to tease the other for sake of laughs.

• I mean have you fan cam of SoonYoung was exciting interacting with people and lose sight of a jib camera. Then Wonwoo while singing his part just casually pulls SoonYoung over so that the latter does not crash into an accident, hurting himself.

• Ok so. This two I won't be glossing them as fated pair. But they knew they will be getting along well ever since first meeting.

• SOONYOUNG'S PERSONALITY WAS THE MAIN POINT HE CAN FUNLY GET ALONG WITH EVERYONE.

• While Wonwoo who is more observant. Will be the one to slowly open up himself. And once he shed his facade, you know he is a fun guy too.

• Ok enough establishing stating the obvious. So. The team all predicted Wonwoo will be an alpha along with Mingyu, they thought them 2 are the obvious ones.

• But omega SoonYoung was a surprise. (In this universe perf team alpha will be Jun and Minghao while SoonYoung and Chan are the omegas)

• SoonYoung tries very hard to not let omega gender affect himself. Maybe some supplements for body stamina (Legal medicine) even though he is overall very energetic in the group.

• Wonwoo constantly feeling SoonYoung is cute and actually one of his favourite picture was the one where SoonYoung carrying the big jar of Kimchi. The moment that Wonwoo discovered while editing video for Holiday MV

• Because of SoonYoung being very friendly and comfortable with everyone in the group, Wonwoo does not dare to confess. He don't want to ruin the friendship and chemistry they already had. But he was encouraged by Jun to not give up, so Wonwoo never let go of his feelings. Trying hard to analyse and try to make it into words

• Thus, Wonwoo mostly acting as SoonYoung's observant friend but doing things that are low-key romantic. Not flowers and choccolate but in more practical caring way. He will know what SoonYoung need and always make steps ahead to prepare.

• SoonYoung sometimes will forget his cycle due to immersing himself too much into schedule or practise. Either Wonwoo will remind him or he will contact Seungkwan and SeokMin to look closely on SoonYoung

• Once, Wonwoo really sees SoonYoung going through his heat. No one was home and SoonYoung locked himself in the shower room and drenched himself in cold waters. He did not miscalculated his heat, it came early due to stress messing up his cycle.

• But in SoonYoung's mind, he unconsciously pleaded for Wonwoo's help (not in a sexual way). This is also the first time SoonYoung is scared of being an omega in heat.

• Wonwoo was nearby and also caught off guard. He reached to where SoonYoung his by tracing the scent. Separated by the shower room door, Wonwoo tries his best to keep cool, but nearly lost it when he he heard SoonYoung unconsciously called out his name.

• Wonwoo calm himself and inquired what SoonYoung will need.

• He quickly goes out to buy suppressant for SoonYoung and also an alpha suppressant. To prevent things go sideways. "Not now, not like this." he says to himself.

• Wonwoo helped SoonYoung with his meds after injected alpha suppressants. Then carry SoonYoung into his room. Tucked him in then Wonwoo locked Soon Young's door room. He knew he should leave to prevent all hell lets loose but he couldn't leave SoonYoung alone.

• Wonwoo couldn't help rethink again why SoonYoung called out his name when he did not even yet told him he was there.

• SoonYoung after recovery brought Wonwoo to arcade or internet cafe during their free time as a Thank You gift.

• But he does not remember the act unconsciously calling out Wonwoo.

• So when Wonwoo acts more attentive (the gesture of Wonwoo caressing SoonYoung's hair increased,or Performance team members caught Wonwoo looking at SoonYoung), he felt it was weird because Wonwoo was the observant one.

• Jun and Minghao can only pat Wonwoo on his back and let out a sigh

• SoonYoung thought he did something to Wonwoo when he was in heat the other day. Was trying to find the truth behind it.

• Only then Wonwoo and SoonYoung talked about it. SOONYOUNG FLUSTERED AND BLUSHED SO HARD WHEN HE KNEW

• Wonwoo then just started being frank and halfly confessed. SoonYoung's mind was in blank. He did not know how to react is the best. Wonwoo agreed on letting him think for sometime, assuring him things won't change.

• Even though the group have a few alpha x omega pair, Wonwoo tries not to use the gender nature to force his feelings upon SoonYoung. He want to keep it in human individual not an Alpha to Omega

• SoonYoung appreciated this so much. His family too.

• So they start going out, being friends,teammates and lovers/pair

• I DID MENTION SOONYOUNG LOVES BACK HUG BEFORE. I WILL STILL ADD IT IN HERE. HE LOVES BACK HUG EVEN THOUGH HE IS THE SLIGHTLY SHORTER ONE

• Wonwoo loves to pulls the other's by putting his arm around their shoulder and pulls the person close to him.

• I SHOULD MENTION SOONYOUNG'S SMILING EYES WILL BE THE TRIGGER OF WONWOO'S CRINGING NOSE LAUGHTER

• They do fight but will apologise quite quickly and speak out concerns.

• Wonwoo will be the caring worrywart and SoonYoung will be the happy energizer.

• Members knew when they got together cos they noticed SoonYoung tend to do more eye contact with Wonwoo

• Even their spats sounds like a loving couple got together for sometime.

• SoonYoung :" You keep doing it because you know that I am in love you."

• Wonwoo : "Are you?"

• SoonYoung: " I don't!" (make a weird face)

• Wonwoo:" Too late. You are in love with me, you said that 5 seconds ago. You are not the Tiger Hoshi if you eat your words. "

• SoonYoung loss at words

• Imagine them asking Jihoon/Woozi to play Hurricane back track and them just do casual karaoke to it having fun also to reminisce one fine day japan

• And Jihoon be like :"someone save me from me idiot teammates"

• It took some time for them to really bond. (Before that Wonwoo took suppressant and nursed SoonYoung)

• After some while like maybe several months later, Wonwoo will try some other poses. He just plainly wanna make his partner feel good.

• I AM OBLIGATED TO HEADCANON BELOW CONVERSATION

• "Wonwoo I don't think i can..."

• "You are doing good SoonYoung-ah, dont worry"

• Ok i am done maybe other ideas for some other time.

[welcome-to-my-daydreams]

Man in the Storm 7

Summary: It’s rut season at the compound. Omega Reader plans to ride it out alone, locked in her room away from any unwanted Alphas. But she finds that to be a lot easier said than done when the team’s strongest Alpha pays a visit.

Pairings: Alpha!Thor x Omega!Reader

Type: Series (A/B/O Dynamics)

Warnings: Smutty Thor, fluffy Thor, sad Thor, breeding kink Thor, not afraid of commitment Thor

Word Count: 1,966

A/N: I don’t know all the nuances of the Omegaverse, so I’m just doing what I want with it. Also, let take a moment to appreciate all that Thor has gone through while protecting 9 whole realms from danger. 

Part 6, Part 8

Masterlist

You screamed his name for the hundredth time.

He was planted firmly between your thighs lapping up the juices oozing from your core. You were completely raw at this point, but that hadn’t stopped your heat from coming in several waves throughout the night and it certainly didn’t stop Thor from helping you through it every time. Your body was covered in bruises from Thor’s hands and your breasts were littered with bites from his hungry mouth.

His bed sheets were sprawled across the room and the air was thick with sex and sweat. His back and chest were decorated with the red lines from where you dug into him. Your legs were trembling as the god of thunder sucked at your sensitive lips and you were lightheaded as the room spun around you. 

You had discovered that this was his favourite part. Worshiping you with his tongue. Licking at your folds and making your body shake. 

You reached out and tangled your hands in his hair, pulling, as his fingers hit your g-spot deep inside of you. Your body tensed up as he chased your orgasm. You twisted your hip to the side as he licked the sensitive nub, he followed, tightening his grip around your thigh to keep you still.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him. He locked his eyes on yours, eager to watch you fall apart again. 

“Oh...shit!” You screamed as your walls tightened around his fingers and he groaned at the sensation. He pumped faster, drawing a guttural scream from your mouth.

You slammed your head into the pillow and your eyes rolled back as your orgasm washed over you. You had lost any control you had over your body at this point and you were seeing stars. 

When your walls had finally stopped convulsing, Thor pulled his fingers slowly out of your soaking wet core. Kissing your folds softly before wiping his beard off with the back of his hand.

He kissed your body as he made his way back up to you. Stopping at your hardened nipples and sucking on both. The wet marks he left behind felt cool against your feverishly hot skin. He continued up to the base of your neck, licking and sucking at your bonding gland, making you wince once more.

You grabbed his face and locked your lips on his. He collapsed beside you and pulled you into a little spoon, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face in your neck. 

He noticed your skin was beginning to cool down and this relaxed him greatly. The both of you had just spent one of the longest and most persistent heat and rut waves he’d ever experienced. Your heat wasn’t over by any means. Judging by this past night it would be sticking around for a few more days. But, the first climb is the highest, and you had made it through. Now that he had scented you and knotted you several times, you won’t be so incapacitated when it hits again.

His urge to care for you had only grown stronger as he spent time with you and he insisted that you drink the water from the bottle on his bedside table. You groaned, your body exhausted and lifted yourself up with your elbow to grab the bottle and chug every last drop. 

“Good girl.” He praised, pulling you back into his favourite position. You smiled back at him before settling into his arms. 

You stayed silent for a long while, feeling Thor’s heartbeat as he pressed up against you. You couldn’t believe that you were lying here, in his arms and feeling so at home. 

You took a look at the clock to see that it was nearly 5:00am. 

Good lord 

As you laid there you gazed at the collection of items sitting on Thor’s bedside table next to you. You had noticed the set-up a while ago, but you didn't have the mind to ask Thor what it was. On the table sat a medium sized box, made of a dark wood with intricate carvings on the lid and along the sides. Beside it, a candle that had clearly been lit several times as the wax had melted and folded over itself until it had reached the table. 

“Thor...” you prompted. He hummed in response, keeping his eyes closed and face buried in your hair. “...What is that? The box you have on the table here, and the candle?” Thor paused before taking a massive breath. He sighed into your neck and propped himself up to look at you. He seemed reluctant and it puzzled you, “I’m sorry, I’m being nosy aren't I?” You asked, embarrassed. “I shouldn’t have asked....you don’t have to tell me.” You assured, convinced that you had crossed a line.

Thor gave you a soft smile before reaching over you to pick up the box. He placed it on the bed in front of you, resting his chin on your shoulder and lifting the lid. 

It was lined with a dark, black velvet and inside sat a collection of stones. He reached over and picked up the two largest ones that were about the size of the palm of your hand. He showed you one that was painted gold, with green symbols etched into it. 

He sighed again.

“Where I’m from, it is a tradition to use rune-stones to honour the fallen. The originals are much larger, of course, but these are the ones I carry with me...” he trailed off. You noticed that his voice had softened and a sadness washed over his face.

“This one is for my mother, Frigga.” He held the stone tightly in his fist before handing it to you. “I failed to protect her and she was slain in her own chambers...” He said with shame in his voice. He picked up the second of the larger pair. It was painted gold as well, but with red etchings. “...And this is for my father, Odin.”

You traced the surface of the stones in your hand and felt an incredible sadness. 

His parents. You thought to yourself, realising that this was a shrine to the loved ones he has lost. The stones themselves were not heavy, but the weight they carried was incredible.

You looked at Thor, who was looking down at the stones in your hand. You did not know what to say, so you said nothing. 

He reached over to pick up the smaller stones, which were all a turquoise blue colour with black etchings. “These are for my dear friends, Hogun, Volstagg and Fandral... All lost in Hela’s siege of Asgard...Another battle for which I was too late.”

You felt a pit grow in your stomach. 

You didn’t know who Hela was, or what happened on Asgard, but in that moment you learned that Thor had mastered the art of masking his sorrow. 

You turned to him and placed your hand on his cheek. “You’ve suffered so much loss. I...I’m so sorry Thor. I had no idea...I...” You trailed off. Tracing the edges of his eyepatch and kissing the scar that ran from behind the patch to the side of side face. 

You pulled away and looked at him, searching for something more to say.

A sad smile crossed his face as he placed the stones back in the box. As he did, you noticed another stone sitting in the corner of the velvet lining. it was not easy to see as it was painted jet black, with fine green etchings. You thought to ask him whose stone it was, but you had a feeling that he didn’t mention it for a reason, so you left it alone.

“We all suffer (y/n). Some more than others, but we must keep moving forward.” He said, that sad smile making another appearance. You sat up and turned to face him, “I don’t think I could ever get past something like that.” You admitted.  “How did you find the strength to move on?”

Thor let out a small breath of laughter, “I didn’t really have a choice my lady. Asgard needed its king. From the moment I inherited the crown I wasn’t allowed the luxury of time.” He explains, shaking his head. 

“That’s why I came back to Earth. For the sake of my sanity I required a respite from it all.” He continued. 

He sighed again and fell back onto his pillow, looking up at the ceiling. He didn’t like talking about these things. But at the same time he felt a need to share them with you.

You sat there listening to him, unsure what to say. You could at least understand needing a break. You were not surprised that he saw earth as a kind of refuge. Life here was more simple and he had a whole pack full of friends who loved him.  

He looked over at you and opened his mouth to speak, “..(y/n), I also...” But he stopped himself. 

“Also what, Thor?” you asked curiously. 

“Never mind little one. I shall not burden you with anymore of my troubles.” He smiled again and pulled you down to him, rolling you back over to the same position as before and holding you closely.

You could tell he was avoiding the conversation. His hesitance from moments before had returned and even though you believed it was good to talk about these things you didn’t want to push him. So you wrapped your arm around his and gently stroked his smooth skin.

The truth was that there was more behind Thor’s visit to earth. It was true, he had lost many important people in his life. He found himself as a reluctant King with no parents to guide him, so few friends to support him and a missing brother who he could not trust. The truth was...he felt alone in the world. The pressure looming on him as king was taking its tole on the god and he realised that he needed someone by his side. A Partner. A support system. A wife.

A Queen. 

He wanted so desperately to tell you. But he was afraid to scare you away. From the moment he met you he had chosen you. He just wasn’t sure if you would choose him.

He pushed the thought out of his mind for now. Something to worry about another day. Not now. Not here. 

He nuzzled into your neck and traced the skin along your sides and your hips. Eventually resting his hand on your stomach. He spread his fingers out so that his hand was covering almost your entire tummy. 

As he lay there the thought of his bonding mark on your neck and your belly swelling with his pups flashed through his mind.

The thought did something to him and he released a low growl.

He knew you were a fertile Omega by the strength of your heat and the smell you gave off. Just the thought of you as the mother of his pups caused his member to harden and he pressed himself up against you to ease the sensation. 

You bit back a smile as you felt his arousal stirring behind you. This man was insatiable, but there was no way you could take him again just yet. You were far too sensitive. Quite frankly, you were sore as hell.

You rolled over to face him and gave him a sinful look before bringing your lips to his for a deep kiss. “My goodness, does the God of Thunder ever get tired?” You asked playfully.

Thor smiled and rested his arm behind his head. “Surely not when you’re so close little one.”

You kissed him again before climbing on top of him. This time Thor didn’t seem to mind you taking control and he watched you intently as you slithered down his body, kissing his soft skin on your way down to his hardening knot. 

“Let’s see what I can do about that then.”

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You Showed Me, Chapter 3

Fandom: Dragon Age 2 Rating: Explicit Genre: Romance/Omegaverse Pairing: Fenris/Anders Summary: Omegaverse AU. Fenris has a secret that nobody else knows. When he has to travel to Orlais to help Hawke and her new friend Tallis steal a priceless jewel, his secret becomes harder to hide. When Anders discovers what Fenris is hiding, what he does with the knowledge is not what Fenris expected.

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The space beside the bed was already cold by the time Fenris opened his eyes. Anders was seated at the little round table off to the side of the room. It was draped in a red tablecloth. The silver platter atop it bore a half loaf of bread, butter, a pot of tea, and a silver bowl piled high with fruit. Anders was in his feathered coat, hair already tied back, picking at a pile of grapes beside him.

"The servants dropped this off, if you're hungry." He said.

Fenris reached for the pack beside the bed, silently grateful that he'd chosen the side farthest from the table. Grabbing the bottle of cologne was an innocent enough action, he decided, and he was not going to approach Anders with his early morning stink.

He was rubbing it onto his neck when Anders spoke up, "Massage oil? You know your neck probably wouldn't be so sore if you didn't sleep in your armor."

"I do not recall asking your advice, mage."

Fenris seated himself opposite Anders and plucked an apple from the fruit bowl. Eating it felt like swallowing mud. He only made three bites before he absently set it on the plate and set to work fidgeting. The silence was broken when there was a knock at the door, and Hawke's voice muffled from the other side, "Alright, boys, put your clothes on. Everyone's already downstairs."

Anders rose right away and made for the door. He stopped halfway, asking, "Aren't you coming?"

"I will in a moment."

The mage left without any further prodding. Fenris used the chance to retrieve a pinch of herbs from his bag, then headed downstairs.

There was already a crowd gathering beneath the lions, an antsy mix of Orlesian and Ferelden nobility, distinguishable only by whether or not one elected to wear a mask.

Even armor couldn't bar Duke Prosper from looking as regal as possible. He was easiest to pick from the crowd, his helmet freshly polished with a wide, fluffy feather perched atop. He was every bit the noble huntsman, and Fenris found his assumption true when a man in a cream mask and a black cap spoke up.

"Andraste's tears, Prosper, when is this going to get started?" He asked.

The duke turned with a flourish, the golden buckles on his jacket glimmering in the pale morning sunlight. "Presently!" He announced, then turned to address the crowd, "All right, everyone. You all know the tradition, yes?"

He was ridiculously styled. Red silk sashes over his shoulder and along his waist, a golden pendant of an intricate crest, leather gloves that squeaked with every movement of his fingers. He waved his hands as he spoke, which might have been annoying if Fenris weren't busy staring at the way he'd styled his beard. It was meticulously pulled into two stiff spikes jutting out from his chin. It moved up and down when he spoke.

"The first to find and slay a wyvern wins the honors at the celebration! And bragging rights, of course. Good luck to you all!" The Duke made a dismissive wave. The crowd moved at a snail's pace. Most of the fancier-dressed people were commanding small bands of sell swords. A few others simply crouched down with one another to go over plans.

Hawke strode up to the Duke, looking every bit as though she owned the place, and came in direct contact with a muscular wall. He had a face made out of angles, with Chasind tribal tattoos along his eyes and forehead that only served to make his whole face cast even more shadows. His hair was woven into corn rows and pulled back into a pony tail. A two handed battleaxe was strapped to his back. The huge, broad-shouldered body guard crossed his arms, jaw tightening.

She forced a grin, "Lovely day for a hunt, don't you agree? Very outdoorsy."

The Duke came up behind the man, and this formerly immobile mountain turned his head to listen as the Duke said, "Ah, the Champion of Kirkwall!” And then, turning to the bodyguard, stressed with a point of his finger, “These are honored guests."

The body guard uncrossed his arms and gave one final glare at Hawke before walking away, taking a natural place behind Duke Prosper.

Hawke walked up to the duke, who chuckled, "Please excuse Cahir. A polite body guard is a contradiction in terms, or so I am told."

"A Chasind?" Hawke asked, eyebrows perked, "Here?"

"Ah, yes. You are Ferelden, aren't you? You would know of his people."

"I know of darkspawn, too, but I generally don't let them breathe on me."

"Oh, he breathes on all the guests." The Duke waved his hand dismissively, "Think of it as a rite of passage!"

The way the Duke's eyes wandered to Tallis made Fenris' skin crawl. There was a spark behind his eyes that spoke a mix of emotions. Danarius used to get the same look in his eyes. He was an alpha assessing a threat, determining whether it was better to fuck it or kill it.

"And who is this lovely specimen?" He asked.

Regardless of her size, Tallis squared her shoulders and spoke like a blushing noble, "You flatter me, Your Grace."

The same gaze passed over Anders and Fenris, and the elf squared his shoulders and jaw in defense.

"And I see you brought assistance," The Duke continued, "Already armed and armored. Wonderful!"

Finally, his gaze turned back to Hawke, and the domineering aura faded from his eyes. Whether it was through a sense of kinship or ease, Fenris couldn't tell.

"I must say, your presence is a surprise." Prosper said to her, "When we spoke at the banquet you seemed ... uninterested when I mentioned our hunt."

She responded without missing a beat, "It's a favorite pastime of mine to find things and kill them, actually."

Prosper threw back his head with a hearty laugh, "So I hear! At any rate, I won't keep you from the hunt! Wouldn't want you to fall behind the others, yes?"

"The sooner we get to the celebration, the happier I'll be."

There couldn't have been more truth to Hawke's words.

"Oh I quite agree!" Prosper exclaimed, "The festivities cannot come soon enough. Good luck to you, my lady. Remember: fortune favors the bold."

Prosper turned on a heel and left them. There was a strip leading uphill where the foliage had been trampled into a suitable path for travel through the woods. Hawke was leading the party up that path when a Ferelden man stopped them with a motion of his hand. He wore chainmail-and-leather armor with a blue jerkin layered over it, silver vines and vines sewn into the fabric. Salt-and-pepper hair was pulled back, revealing a map of lines and crow's feet on his face, made even paler by his light blue eyes.

"You've come a long way to join our duke, serah." The man said, "You'll pardon me for saying that you do not seem like a hunter. A word of caution, since you are new to this: wyverns spit venom. Their victims suffer terrible pain before they die."

Hawke cocked an eyebrow at him, "Since people hunt these creatures successfully, I imagine there's a trick to learn."

"There are many tricks. It is best not to face the beast head-on. Flank them. Blind them, if you can."

Fenris stopped listening to the two Fereldens. Hawke seemed to have a knack for talking to her own countrymen. He was rolling the herbs around with his tongue, finding they'd already taken on the texture of sand. Hopefully they'd last him until the end of the hunt.

He knew Hawke was done when the man finally gave her a bow, which she returned. "May the Maker's luck grace your hunt. Be careful, serah." The man said.

Fenris was especially sensitive to the smells in the woods. Damp earth and moss, rotting foliage, he picked up the scent of rot as they passed a brush that no doubt held the remains of some predators dinner. The smell of blood didn't strike him as odd until they came upon a field soaked in it.

"Wow." Hawke whistled, "Would that be prey or from a wyvern itself?"

Tallis shrugged, "I've heard they fight for dominance. Can't be gentle."

"Maybe we can use some to draw out rivals."

Fenris sniffed, unable to shake the sense of deja vu that had overcome him the second he was in the clearing. He'd smelled this blood before, though he'd never encountered a wyvern. It reminded him of when Hawke had dragged them to the Bone Pit.

"I don't think that's wyvern blood." Fenris said, right before they heard a hellish lizard screech.

The largest dragonling was leading the flock, bellies low to the ground as they scurried down the worn pathway, eyes on the party. Fenris drew his sword and immediately lit his markings.

There was a buzz to combat that always overcame him. Time ceased to exist, his other senses turned off in favor of only the necessary ones. Sight was needed only to know the moment when he had to knock his blade into the dragonling's chest. Hearing alerted him to the soft stomps behind him so he could swivel around and strike at the one sneaking up on him. He wasn't sure at what point he wound up swallowing the herbs under his tongue, nor how much dragonling blood managed to splatter on him. He was not thinking of anything other than defense and attack when the juvenile wyvern shouldered its way into the fray.

Broad shoulders and thick muscles set this lizard apart from its distant cousins. Fenris and the dragonlings turned in unison, and Fenris charged for the wyvern before Hawke could shout, "Wait, Fenris!"

The wyvern flared, hissed, and sprayed a stream of bile onto its attackers. Fenris closed his eyes as it sprayed against his face and shoulder, already knowing where his sword was going to land. He thrust his sword into the wyvern's shoulder, muscle bulk and scaly coat sending the blade sliding off to the side with barely a scratch on it. A handful of dragonlings thrashed behind Fenris, while the rest swarmed the wyvern like ants to a corpse. Fenris didn't see where they went before he collapsed, his head swimming.

He felt the cooling sensation familiar with Anders casting a healing spell. It took care of the scratches and blisters from the battle, but did nothing for the knotting in his stomach nor the fatigue that seeped into his lungs. Just breathing suddenly took a lot of effort.

Anders knelt next to him. He knew him by scent - that stupid enticing scent he had to sleep next to the past two nights. Bony fingers pressed into his forehead. He felt the wash of another spell, a familiar scan Anders did to diagnose.

Hawke and Tallis came up behind them just as Anders concluded, "He's poisoned."

Anders had a sort of focused trance that overcame him when he started healing. With the diagnosis, he immediately removed the water skin from his belt and soaked a handkerchief in it.

"That hunter said something about a treatment." Hawke said.

"Andraste's mantle, drakevein, and winterberry." Tallis added, "I saw some drakevein and andraste's mantle growing along the west half of the hunting grounds. Winterberry shouldn't be too hard to find, either."

Anders was delicately rolling Fenris onto his back while he said, "I can brew it if you hurry, every second counts."

They didn't need any more coaching. In seconds, Fenris and Anders were alone in the clearing. "Fenris if you can hear me, I need to get as much of the venom off you as possible."

Fenris groaned an incoherent response.

Anders wiped at his eyes and mouth first, deep strokes of wet terrycloth that made Fenris scrunch his face. He cleaned his cheeks, chin, and as Anders started to clean his neck a primal instinct made Fenris reach up and swipe feebly at Anders' hand. The venom had drained so much of his strength that he couldn't fight it when Anders shrugged off his hand and chided, "Quit it, I'm almost done."

The mage leaned in closer, and Fenris flinched as the cloth passed over the tattoos on his neck. Anders cleaned there, and along the base at either side of Fenris' neck. In a single horrifying second, Anders steady breathing turned into inhaling from his nose, then a sniff, and a confused furrow of his brow. Another deep inhale.

Shit.

"Fenris ... are you in heat?" The mage breathed.

Anders looked up, eyes wide, and blurted, "You're an omega?"

Adrenaline and panic gave Fenris the strength to raise his arm and push Anders away, though the mage didn't budge an inch from where he was kneeling over Fenris. "Don't." Fenris whispered.

Emotion behind Anders' eyes snapped into place, and he blinked until he was focused again. "Knickerweasels." He muttered, setting a hand over Fenris' forehead, "You're burning up."

Anders removed his coat, and covered Fenris in it. Uncorking a potion, he held Fenris' head up with one hand while he poured the potion into his mouth. It went down bitter and did nothing for his nausea, but he felt some of the chills in his body lift when it took effect.

Anders remained blessedly silent until footsteps hailed Hawke and Tallis' return. Anders immediately stood, meeting them halfway across the clearing. "Don't come close." He said, "I ... can't be certain I cleaned up all the venom. Can't risk you two getting sick as well."

Hawke cocked an eyebrow at him while she handed over a bundle of herbs. "Is he going to be alright?"

"Should be, but I'm going to take him back to the room after this. The fever's taking a lot out of him. Will you two be alright on your own?"

Tallis scoffed, setting her hands on either hip, "It's just a wyvern and a bunch of dragonlings, what's the worst that could happen?"

"I think we'll be fine." Hawke added, "That hunter mentioned it wasn't uncommon for the hunt to last a few days. We might not even get to a wyvern by night fall."

They said their goodbyes, and he returned to Fenris. He tore apart the herbs and stuffed them into the empty potion bottle, then added the last of his water. A quick fire spell had the water inside steaming, and in a few seconds a potion began to brew. Propping Fenris' head up with one hand, he poured the potion into his mouth.

The relief was immediate. The potion hit his stomach and spread out like ripples. Warmth spread, to his fingertips, and with it the ache was gone, and he opened his eyes to see Anders bent over him. Blonde hair falling about his face, wrinkled on his furrowed forehead.

"Mage ..."

"It's okay. I sent them away."

Anders was already working a hand under his arm, hoisting Fenris up. The more Fenris breathed, the more his grip on the situation returned to him. He was sapped, but his eyes were focused and he could move without pain.

He got to his feet with Anders' help. "Grab your sword, we'll head back to the room."

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Stranger: [Mention of previous underage marriage/intercourse, Omegaverse, religious cult. mpreg] There was no god, of that John was sure, but every meal and every morning and every night, he prayed that the child he was due to give birth to in a matter of months was an Alpha. If they turned out to be Alpha, they had a shot at a normal life. Well, not normal but not as traumatic. An Omega would be offered before even their first Heat, like John had been to whomever the profit chose, bonded and forced to carry the Alphas children. Betas were shunned but never released from the compound. John had two children already, twin girls who he loved very much, who he brought to church to listen to his mate's sermon every day. They'd married almost seven years ago, when John had been just 13, only to have his first child, or rather two, only three years later. John couldn't wish that upon anyone, but at least if his children were all Alphas miraculously, at least it wouldn't be them. He didn't drive, he didn't even know how to get out of the compound, escape was futile, really. "The Word of God only touched the people of the Shepard," said Pastor Evans, never allowing anyone in, and more importantly, anyone out. But there, stood in front of John, was a lanky man, someone John had never seen before, and he froze, Amelia in his arms and his eyes darting towards Rosie. Who was this man?

You: Sherlock hadn't wanted to take the case but his brother had insisted. Mycroft had rambled on for days about Evans and his sordid ways and had /finally/ broken Sherlock down enough to agree to do some undercover work. Which was exactly how Sherlock found himself walking into the closed off compound, pretending to be a lost soul in need of saving. Honestly, he thought to himself as he practically crashed into a stranger, he /was/ really a lost soul, but he hardly needed to be saved. He looked over the stranger: Omega, pups and pregnant with another, pastor's property. John. Sherlock had read up on him in the few files Mycroft had given him. "Hello." he said. "I'm Sherlock."

Stranger: John took another step back, grabbing Rosie by the tail of her dress before lifting her up so she was pressed against her chest like Amelia already was. "You need to leave, Sir." he took another step back. An Omega found in the presence of another Alpha completely unattended would easily be accused of an affair and have their children taken before being banished to the Betas. lf they were lucky. "Pastor Evans is in the church, go speak to him. l will lead you if l must. Step outside, please.''

You: Sherlock held up his hands. "I'm sorry for startling you, I was just looking around and got a bit lost." Sherlock knew it wouldn't be a good idea to cause too much of a fuss on his first day so he slowly backed away from John and the twin girls clinging to his chest. "Thank you." he turned and headed back towards the direction of the church. "I'm looking for Pastor Evans." he said as he met a group of Alpha's standing outside the church. He was hesitantly led inside the church, looking around as he went. Clearly the members did well for themselves. When he finally make his target, Sherlock turned on the dramatics. "I'm hoping you could help a lost sheep...." he said after introducing himself. "I'm looking for counsel, a sanctuary, a...family, if you will."

Stranger: John waited for him to step outside the building first, waiting several moments before following, never walking in front of Sherlock or even at the same pace, leading from behind. He kept his head down, shuffling as he went until he opened the doors to the church, stopping at one of the pews and moving to settle the girls in. Pastor Evans, meanwhile, moved to the stranger, grasping his cheek for a moment, looking over him. "Oh, you dear boy. What is your name, son? What is your place?" He titled his head to the side, getting a good look of him. "Did you bring anyone with you or leave anyone behind?"

You: "Sherlock." he said, scrunching his nose as the man touched him. He /hated/ being touched. "I don't have a place. I'm alone, as well. My family has given up attempting to 'rehabilitate' me." he began to weave his cover story, careful not to add too many grandiose details. "I dabbled in drugs, running away from their arranged marriages, uninterested in bonding at a young age to a stranger. They grew tired of me and I've been on my own sense then. I stumbled upon your compound a few days ago but haven't had the courage to come in."

You: *since

Stranger: He tutted gently, "You have so much to learn, my stray. Are you an Alpha, Beta or Omega?" he asked, giving a gentle pat to his cheek much like a grandparent would do to a young boy. "We have rules here, you must understand. You must wash away all of your previous life. The drugs, the family, the clothes, the name. You will marry as God chooses, and have pups to continue our worship. My own mate was chosen to host the child of the city."

You: "I'm tired of being lost." Sherlock admitted. "I'm an Alpha, though I'm certain God prefers I suffer for my transgressions, I can't imagine him ever believing I'd be worthy of marriage, pups or salvation." Sherlock paused, considering what Evans said. "How..." he allowed his voice to crack as he turned up the water works just a bit. "How do I wash that all away? Can you...can you help me, Pastor Evans?"

Stranger: "God is a forgiving man. As you turn yourself to him fully, you will be forgiven." he murmured and grinned ever so slightly. "You must come with me. We will wash you of your sin and you shall be forgiven." he murmured, letting go of Sherlock's face in order to lead him down the steps, hand resting on his lower back. "You will then stay in my home, learn the ways of God. My first Omega will service you as you need. Now, let us go to the river."

You: "Turn to him fully." Sherlock repeated as he was led out of the church and towards the waiting river. Baptism, of course. Wash away his sins and commit himself to the Lord. He could barely contain the urge to roll his eyes. Sherlock was not a religious man by any means, though he respected the beliefs of others, however far fetched he found them. However, /this/ type of religious slavery and 'cult' like mentality was far more than Sherlock could stand. He was here to do a job, complete a case and free the people kept here against their will. "You're a good man, Pastor, to be so accepting of someone like me." Sherlock stroked the man's ego, hoping to stay in his good graces and earn his trust. "Thank you, for helping me find a home."

Stranger: He nodded ever so slightly, grinning up at him. "Remove your clothing, my dear. Understand what you are to do, become like Adam before the mistake of Eve. Strip yourself of your robes and of your sin," he murmured, waiting not so patiently as John- both children in hand- arrived behind the small crowd, curious to who this new individual was. "Understand that as you cast away your sin, you cast away those who casted you away. You will be saved while they will burn. They are no longer your family, we are. We are the ones who love you,"

You: Sherlock hesitated when Evans asked him to remove his clothes. He wasn't necessarily bashful, but there was a group gathered, including small children and Sherlock didn't exactly feel comfortable. With more reassurance from the pastor, though, he eventually removed his clothes. He was pretending to be eager to please the pastor, playing into every little ask the man had. "A new beginning." Sherlock said with a smile as they both waded into the water. "A new family." There was more praying and laying of hands (far too much touching) and a few well placed 'Amens' from the crowd. It was all for show, Sherlock discovered, as he was shoved under the grungy lake water. He gulped for air as he was brought up and then quickly back down before being stood up, sputtering and brushing the water off his face. He could practically feel the bacteria crawling on his skin. He needed a shower. "Thank you, Pastor."

Stranger: The crowd cheered and prayed, praised and gave 'Amens' liberally, smiles on their faces at the sight of someone knew. Someone who wasn't their half-sibling or cousin. But there were grins all around, as Sherlock was baptized rather harshly, pulled up for air eventually. "You are a part of our family now. No longer will you have the name of your oppressors, the damned, you are with holy men now. From now on, you will be known as Jeremiah." he grinned, leading him out of the water and a little hum. "John, you will take Jeremiah to our home, find him some robes as we destroy these. You are to service him as he pleases, it does an Alpha no good to hold his lust in, you know,"

You: "Jeremiah." he repeated, testing out the name. It felt heavy and awkward on his tongue. Sherlock was certain he'd spit in Evan's face for changing his name after nearly drowning him. He moved to John, giving him an apologetic smile as he tried to cover himself up. He was sopping wet, exposed and vulnerable as he was paraded through the compound, being touched by the other members. He assumed his brother was watching the entire encounter some how and made a mental note to ask for the negatives to those photos. He hardly needed more blackmail for his brother to hold over his head floating around. "Thank you, John, for allowing me into your home. Your Alpha seems like a good man." Sherlock said as he entered the home, following John's directions. "I apologize for the mess I'm making. I wasn't expecting to be baptized in the river."

Stranger: John gave a small smile and nodded, licking his bottom lip. "You are perfectly alright, Sir. You came here to be saved, it was expected," he murmured, following him back into his own home without a care for the floors, letting the girls down and sending them off to play before grabbing a towel, moving to Sherlock to carefully dry him off. "lt is likely you are going to spend the night in my bed, is there anything you require in the night, Sir?"

You: Sherlock shouldn't have been surprised that John immediately began drying him off, but it still startled him. He wasn't used to Alphas and Omegas having such traditional roles. His parents raised him and his brother to be respectful of everyone's biology. They'd also taught him that presenting as an Alpha hardly made him superior to an Omega. "I can dry and dress myself." he said quietly, knowing they were alone for the moment. "I'd prefer you found me a robe. I tend to fall ill quite easily." he scrunched his nose as John tugged him down to dry his hair. His curls, wild before his impromptu bath, now stuck to his forehead from the weight of the water. "We'll spend the night together?" he questioned. "Your Alpha was serious about you tending to my needs?" It disgusted Sherlock. "I don't...I don't require anything, no. I wouldn't want to disrespect your Alpha by turning his offer down, but I'm not an experienced Alpha. I don't want to hurt you."

Stranger: John shook his head ever so slightly at Sherlock's ask for a robe, licking his bottom lip. "We are well stocked on clothing for you. You start with basic robes until God grants you the rest," he explained, voice soft as he carefully dried off the stranger's hair before kneeling down and drying his groin and thigh, dropping down to press small, fleeting kisses to the tops of his feet before continuing down the leg. "You will not hurt me on accident, Sir, l carry the child of the city. However, if you would like to hurt me, l am at your service. A refusal would disrespect God, Sir. An Alpha shall not live in lust."

You: Sherlock pulled away as John dried his groin and thighs off, clearly not bothered by being in that position. It told Sherlock all he needed to know about what sort of Alpha Evans was. Then John kissed his feet and Sherlock had to bite his tongue. John had been conditioned to serve. To serve God, to serve the Pastor, to serve any Alpha he was 'called' to. "I don't /want/ to hurt you, John." Sherlock said softly. "On purpose or on accident. I want to..." Sherlock stopped. "I don't live in lust, I don't have any needs that must be met. I've never been attracted to anyone or had any urges to bond or mate. I'm..I believe I'm broken, just as my old family did."

Stranger: "Then you will not hurt me, Sir." he shifted ever so slightly so he better sat on his heels, looking up to Sherlock with a faint smile. "l carry the child of the city," he tried to explain, clearly meaning something as he pressed forward, resting his head onto Sherlock's thigh, licking his bottom lip. "You are not broken, Sir, God created you. You are perfectly in the image of God," he whispered, nuzzling gently in his chosen spot. "The people of the outside are dangerous, not to be trusted. The devils were calling you into Satan's grip but now you are here and l can help you with your lust."

You: Sherlock stepped fully away from John. "Please stop that." he was uncomfortable with the nonchalant attitude John took with sex, especially sex with a stranger. "Will you..."he hurriedly thought of something else they could talk about. "Will you explain to me what you mean when you say that you 'carry the child of the city'?" he asked. "What is so special about the child you carry?" He needed to buy time at the compound, to gather more information for his brother, but John was making it very difficult /not/ to blow his cover. "Please, before we forget ourselves and end up in a more compromising position. Explain it to me. Explain your purpose, your job here at the compound. Tell me more about your Alpha."

Stranger: John frowned as he pulled away, looking up at the Alpha. "l'm sorry, Sir, did l displease you?" he asked, not getting up from his place on the floor, licking his bottom lip at the question. "God will select an Omega to bear the child of the city. Every Alpha plants his seed into the chosen Omega, God provides the rest. If the child is Alpha, they will become the new pastor, if they are Omega the current pastor will offer them up to the next chosen pastor. Beta's will be exiled and the parent will be punished for failure to bear the child of the city." He whispered, voice soft as he looked up at Sherlock, fear running through him for his own child.

You: Sherlock shook his head. "No, you haven't displeased me. You've been very kind to me, kinder than most people are." Sherlock said quickly. His face fell as John began to explain what the 'child of the city' was. John had been forced to bed an unmentionable number of Alphas in hopes of becoming pregnant. How disgusting, Sherlock thought. He wasn't sure John realized how upsetting of a situation he or his pups were in until the Omega looked up at him one final time. Terror, uncertainty, hesitation to speak ill of his life. Sherlock considered his options, knowing there was plenty of evidence being stacked against the cult he had infiltrated, but not knowing if John would believe what Sherlock wanted to tell him. Sherlock knelt next to John, dropping his voice. "John?" he asked. "Are you happy here? Truly happy to know that the child you carry could be exiled simply for not fulfilling some stupid rule of religious biology? Would you...if you were able...would you leave with your pups?"

Stranger: John frowned at that, shrinking down lower than Sherlock. Omegas were not permitted to be higher than the Alphas, particularly in prayer, so John dropped to his elbows, staring at the carpet beneath him, looking at the fine details as his breath hitched, shaking his head immediately. "N-no one is permitted to leave, Sir. Only the priests and only with Pastor Evans' permission. Th-the outside is full of sinners and Satan, luring us into his arms. Omega's dress to be whores there, babies are slaughtered. Why would you want to live there?"

You: Sherlock reached out and tried to pull John up to look at him. "Stop, John, it's alright. I just want to look at you. Please? It would...it would please me to see your face..." he whispered. "I know that no one is permitted to leave but that's not what I asked. I asked if you wanted to leave with your children." he didn't know how to convince John that there wasn't anything to really be afraid of with him. "The world is full of good people, John, people that care and help those less fortunate. Alphas and Omegas live together outside of this compound, neither sex inferior to the other. Babies aren't slaughtered, they're raised to be open minded and accepting of those around them. Everyone is free to dress and do as they please. They're free to go to school, church, shops. It's not a utopia, by any means, but it's a nice place."