#n — verse: modern

[thecherubangel]

❥𝘎𝘢𝘻 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢

«𝘊𝘞 - 𝘖𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘙𝘶𝘵, 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘻»

Gaz is the youngest in the task force. He’s around 25-27. Young alphas are known for having minimal control over their instincts and thinking with their dicks but I think Gaz is different. I feel like Gaz would have a hard time controlling his instincts but I don’t think he’d force himself on you like most young alphas do. He’d remove himself from any situation where he feels his instincts going wild. He’ll lock himself in the training room and beat the shit out of the punching bag or any poor rookie who wants to spar at that moment. Gaz isn’t violent by any means, he tries any other route than violence when he can but when it comes to his instincts he can’t think of anything else to do. He usually goes to either Price or Soap for advice on how to handle himself so he doesn’t scare you away or does something he’ll regret.

Gaz isn’t possessive, honest. He’s just…anxious. He’s anxious around other alphas when it comes to him, specifically alphas his age. He knows about the instincts and the thoughts that go through their minds, especially when there’s a pretty omega around. He doesn’t wanna subject you to that and therefore, it seems like he’s possessive.

During your heats in genuinely tries to get the farthest away from you. You need anything? He’ll send Soap or Price to get it for you. Price eventually sits Gaz down and gives him the rundown on how to handle you during your heats and if Gaz asks he may give him medicine to help make his instincts lessen. Even then…when you bat those pretty lashes at him and spread your legs like that…he can’t control himself.

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A loud whine leaves you the moment Gaz comes into your room.

“Alright, I got your crisps and your soda. I uh…I see you uhm…you have your favorite tv show on. That’s good…” Kyle’s voice wavers slightly as he sees you sitting so cutely in your nest. Surrounded by your plushies, that thin tank top sticking to your skin as you sweat. Your sweet pheromones going straight to his dick-

No! Kyle calm yourself!

He clears his throat as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“Here, angel.”He says as he pushes the chips and soda into your open arms. You immediately huff.

“Nooo…Gaz…want you.” You whimper so sweetly. Shit, your voice was music to his ears.

“Love, you need to eat somethin-“ Gaz is cut off by you crawling into his lap and kissing him. Fuck it, if you wanted him, who is he to deny you?

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When young alphas are in heat, they tend to get more possessive, territorial, and aggressive towards everyone. Gaz doesn’t want to subject you to that. He knows that his self control can only do so much before he caves and puts you in the mating press, so, to combat this he has you do random errand for him. Call it a wild goose chase but it works. Your scent can’t bother him if you’re half way across base asking Soap random ass questions…

Then it dawns on him. The little side quests he sends you on often requires you to talk to other people…other men…other alphas…

Hell no! You’re his omega! No one else’s! You can’t talk to them and you can’t be near them!! Your body is his to hold, your eyes are his to look into, that laugh is his to hear, those imperfections are his to kiss, those hands are his to hold-

Fuck it. He needs you. He needs you desperately. Fuck trying to keep you away. You’re his and he’s gonna commit your body to memory as his dick slowly batters your insides.

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“Wait- Kyle! What about those questions-“

“Doesn’t matter anymore.” Kyle says gruffly as he holds you bridal style, heading toward his room.

“But they seemed important-“

“They weren’t, I can ask them later. I just need you.” He says as he pushes the door open and lays you on the bed. God your eyes…so gorgeous as you look up at him like that. His dick strains in his sweatpants as he stares down at your body. Nothing else matters except you. He needs you.

[bigassmoonchild]

The Aftermath

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2k

The first part does give context, but isn’t required for this read.

Summary: You knew the difficulty the process of being a mated Omega in the military. You understood how much you would lose, but you never thought about the difficulty in your normal life. Never thought about the panic you would have, or how much it would effect you and Ghost's personal relationship.

Content Tags: Hospitals, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: I was not expecting such a good response to Maple Syrup, and since y'all seemed to like it so much here's basically the next part. Let me know if you want anything specific, my asks should be open. <3 I'm adding a 'keep reading' link to make sure you can scroll on if you want.

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Everything felt wrong. Ghost wasn't injured, but he was being held overnight in the medbay. The Maple Syrup had run its course through him, but he could hear chatter echoing in the room. He could smell you, you weren't too far from him but he wasn't allowed to see you. Price had come in not too long after the doctors had checked him over and cleared him, arms crossed as he sat in the chair next to the bed Ghost was in.

"We'll need to talk, you know," was the only thing Price had said, leaning back and relaxing in the chair.

"Is the Doc okay?" Ghost asked, looking in the direction your scent was coming from. The sickly sweet smell of heat was becoming stale, but you were on lock and key just in case any Alpha soldiers tried to come in. Price looked in the same direction, giving a faint shrug.

"I'm going to be updated once she's steady enough for the doctors to leave her alone," Price said. "Gaz is on watch outside her room," Ghost nodded. Gaz was a Beta, so it would be fine for him to be that close. Ghost still didn't like it, he didn't know how his pack was, where everyone was, if everyone was safe.

It took a few hours, it was well past midnight before any movement came from the direction of your room. The curtains surrounding Ghosts bed was moved, the Doctor gesturing for Price to follow him. Ghost had tried to listen in, but it wasn't worth it. He was still in mild pain from the mission, the place where the tranq had stabbed him still throbbed every so often.

Price walked back in some time later, looking at Ghost with a sigh. That didn't make him feel good, panic started to flow through him, thoughts of you dying flashed in his mind for a few moments.

"She's gonna be fine," Price started. "They got her heat back under control, they're just waiting for it to finish cycling through her. Outside of that, she's fine," Price sat next to Ghost. "I can't ask you about what happened. I can only tell you what will happen," he looked away.

You woke up, head foggy and throbbing with a headache. You could see a form moving next to you, checking your vitals. You gave a soft groan, your neck throbbing alongside your core. Everything hurt, but you weren't able to tell if it was everything.

"You finally waking up?" The voice asked, and you could recognize it. "You've been out for a few days, you've even had Ghost trying to get in," she giggled a little. Amanda. That was her name, she was one of the nurses you'd been working with prior to the mission that went south.

At the mention of Ghost, you sat upright, vision spinning before righting itself.

"It was a really bad heat you were sent into, y'know. Took us a few hours to stabilize you, but you're doing good for yourself," she smiled, trying to lay you back down but you pushed her off of you.

"I need to talk to him," god even your throat hurt. She nodded slowly, sticking her head out of the door. You rubbed your head, headache now making you feel sick. It took a few moments, but you heard footsteps come in the room, a figure standing next to you. When you looked up, it was Price.

"There are some procedures we need to go through. I've already got some officers in, but we still need to talk about what happened," Price started, moving to sit in the chair near you. "Ghost has already spoken with them, so it'll be you, me and the officers. I think Laswell has flown in as well," you stared at Price.

With a few blinks, you looked down to think. Ghost had already spoken with the officers? You knew what the rules were like, and you knew that your career was now in his hands. It pissed you off, if you could really focus on feeling much outside of pain.

"The officers are trying to get him to make a decision on your career. I can't let you two talk about anything yet, the Adjutant Officers still need to figure things out before you'll be allowed near each other," Price looked away, your jaw tensing. You really had no rights anymore, did you?

It took another few days before you were released. The second you had clothes of your own to wear, you were gone off into your room.

Someone had been here. You could smell a stale scent, but you weren't able to place it. It was too distant to be able to decipher, but your room was exactly the same as it had been left before you were hospitalized. You didn't feel comfortable in your room, knowing someone had been here.

A knock on the door made you spin, nerves set tight. As you opened the door, a large figure came into view.

"Doc," Ghost started, before being yanked into your room and having the door slammed behind him. You turned on him, staring at him sharply. You pointed, opening your mouth before shutting it and groaning, running hands through your hair.

You kept trying to start talking before you stopped yourself, eventually kicking at the wall in irritation.

"What did you say to them?" You hissed, back still turned and facing the wall. You could hear him shift behind you, boots scuffing against the ground. You turned, storming up to him, chest to chest. "What the hell did you tell them? You gonna dismantle my career? Make me some fucking house-omega?" You were growling now, you could feel your muscles tensing.

When he didn't respond, you groaned, tossing your hands up in defeat and walking away from him. You turned, hand on your hip, waiting for a response.

"I don't want to take your career away," he whispered, finally. You barked a laugh, rubbing your wrist against your bitten gland. His hand reached out to grab you, but you moved away from him. "I don't want to make decisions for you," he added, voice growing more desperate.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away from your gland and shaking them out. Ghost reached out to you again, hand catching your shoulder before you shrugged him off.

"I don't know what to do," you whispered. "I'm terrified, because now I'm outed to so many people, and there's quite literally nothing I can do to save myself," you turned to look at Ghost.

He scoffed. "You think I'm going to ruin things for you? I've already told you, I don't want that kind of control over you," he looked away, crossing his arms. You could smell the distress on him.

"You have done shit to make me trust you!" Your voice raised before dropping, a hand running down your face. "I have zero control left, you know how many rights I have as a mated Omega?" He shook his head. "None," you glared at him.

Ghost glanced at you before looking away again. He shook his head, moving to leave before you blocked the door from him.

"You don't get to walk out when we're talking," you growled at him and he growled back.

"This isn't a conversation, this is you getting all pissy on me," he loomed over you, forcing you to take a step back. "I didn't want this to happen, I would have chosen any other way to save us, but we didn't get a choice, did we?" You looked away.

"Get out,"

He could smell the distress on you the second he spoke. Your scent left him spiraling, he was panicking. His Omega was distressed, and he was the cause. He wanted to fix it, correct the problem and make you happy again.

Ghost could do nothing when you repeated yourself.

"Get the hell out," you glared at him. Ghost opened his mouth to give you a retort, but you had turned away. He bit his tongue, turning to stare at the door.

"You know that's not what I meant," he whispered, opening the door and leaving.

Even after walking aimlessly for ten minutes, he could still smell your distress on your scent, the sour taste stuck on the back of his throat. This wasn't how he had intended to talk to you, he wanted to make a plan for when they asked him more questions regarding your career.

Ghost was pissed off, more so with himself than you, but he wanted to comfort you. Fix what he had said, take it back.

But he had a meeting to attend, and he needed to make sure he didn't say anything wrong.

You sat in the conference room, Price, Laswell and an Adjutant officer sitting across from you. This was the third time you'd gone over what had happened.

"So you say this 'Maple Syrup' is what caused Ghost to go into a feral rut?"

"Yes," you deadpanned, glaring through the Adjutant. "We've already been through all of this, there is literally nothing else that I haven't told you," the Adjutant hummed.

"We need to make sure everything is covered," he told you, looking at the paper he had been writing on for the past hour and a half.

You looked at Price, hoping he would help you in any way. He looked away, leaning further back into his seat.

"What about my career?" The room went silent, the Adjutant stopped reading, glancing over at Price who had finally looked at you. "I want to know what's happening," you whispered. The last few days had left you unsure of yourself. You wanted to confront Ghost, you wanted to apologize for snapping at him, you wanted to fix what you'd said.

None of them spoke, Laswell had opened her mouth to speak before closing it, taking a deep breath. Her fingers tapped on the table, looking at Price and the Adjutant.

She looked back at you. "You aren't allowed to make any decisions regarding that, you know," your head dropped back with a groan, wrist rubbing against your bitten gland roughly. You were terrified, you didn't know what the future was going to hold.

You had so little control and it was getting worse. You stood abruptly, going to walk out the door before Price spoke.

"Would you like to speak with Ghost?" You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. With people around, you wouldn't snap on him, but you also didn't want to see him since his last remarks. You really needed to know if you still worked here, or if he was going to force you to become a house-omega.

You nodded, turning around and sitting back down while staring Price down as he made a phone-call. A few moments later, Ghost walked in and sat beside you, but you still couldn't look at him. It was silent for a few minutes, everyone looking at each other, waiting for the first to speak.

"You still have a job here," Ghost spoke up. "I didn't let them remove you, but they won't allow you on missions anymore," he added the last part quietly. You nodded.

You could hear Price and Laswell ushering the Adjutant Officer out of the room, the door closing with a click behind them. Neither you nor Ghost talked for a few minutes, you could smell a certain level of stress on him.

"Thank you," you whispered, glancing quickly at him. He was staring at you, eyes watching your every twitch and shudder. "I'm... sorry, for the other day," you fiddled with your fingers. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

Ghost shook his head, hesitating before grabbing your hand, pulling it close to him and in turn tugging you towards him. You finally turned to look at him, and his eyes visibly softened.

He looked down, then back up to you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did. Not in the way I did," he tugged you even closer to him, nuzzling into your gland. "I don't regret having you as my mate now, but if I could've changed what I did, you wouldn't be stuck with me making decisions for you now," you leaned in to him, pressing your face into his chest.

It relaxed you, his scent, and allowed you to think much clearer.

"I'm just so scared,"

Next

[shieldborn]

Nora presses an unruly corner of chicken wire up against one of the fence slats with one hand, and secures it to the wood with a satisfying thunk of the staple gun in the other. The garden had appeared dormant for some time, and now they were being rewarded with bright green growth starting to poke out of the dark soil. She moved around the rows of sprouts carefully, tossing the gun back onto the dirt momentarily as she used both hands to pull the mesh around the corner of the plot. Thunk.

"leave that and come on inside." cathy stands on the porch, trying to wave nora in, "it's gonna start pouring any minute. i've put off fixin' that for years, it can wait another couple of hours till the weather's better." - @entriprises

Cathy's call drew Nora out of the routine with a grin and a phantom tip of a hat, "Yes ma'am." The light sweat on her forehead protested the call of rain, but Nora had learned not to question Cathy's sense for the sky's fickle secrets. Looking up, she saw the clouds a stretch away had grown heavier as she had been working, just waiting for a draft to bring their cover to the farmhouse. She slipped the thick garden gloves into her pocket, leaving the roll of wire mesh but grabbing everything else as she nudged the concrete block back in front of the gate. Realigning the latch was next on her list, but the block served well enough for now. "Y'know, I reckon I could've gotten that last side done in time," the grin was back, "we'll have to wait for the ground to dry out unless you want me tracking mud."

[song-linked-from-nine-verses]

初めから持ってないのに胸が痛んだ

(translation: My heart ache even though I never had it to begin with) /was thinking of how this line relates to Legend and Koholint... anws have this legAsea recreating this one shot of the MV

[greenmther]

alicent took ... a very long time to come out to her parents that she was a lesbian. she knew she was around the time she was ten or eleven, but didn't tell anyone because she figured it was nothing. it'd go away, she'd find some nice guy but it never happened. she never felt the way toward men everyone told her she would or expected her to. she was around sixteen or seventeen, toward the end of high school, when she finally told her parents. but, she was terrified doing so. because she was fearful, worried, anxious of otto's reaction specifically .. she knew, or assumed, he wouldn't take it well. her mother, however, was not much of an issue. and when she told them, which it took her like a week or two to even muster the courage & she'd been acting funny all that time bc her mind was consumed with it, she was bouncing her knee, she couldn't look otto in the face.

her mother accepted her right away, but otto didn't. he was very tense over it for a long while, well over a year or two, didn't even mention or acknowledge it.

[ofdrivensnow]

📞

send “📞” to receive a drunk phone call from my muse. / @songbirdreaped

"Lucy Grabe." Coryo hurriedly speaks up, mouthful of whisky he's hurrying and choking down once the phone finally picks up. The liquid awful tasting and burning. "Whyy aren't you answerin' me?" It is almost 1:30 in the morning. "I been thinking. A lot a lot a lot, Lucy Grabe. Thinkinnng a lot. I lovee you, Luce Gray." he puts his hand on his chest, clutching his shirt tightly over his heart. Happy, freely to confess, unlike when he's a sober man and feels like he has to freeze up like cement before he can freely release words like that. But then the happy, soused look, she can't see across his face fades as he leans his back against the building he just came out that got him so drunk. Typically, hated alcohol and didn't like how out of control it made him feel. Actually, he despised alcohol for that, but Sejanus kept thinking it was fun and games to keep filling him one drink after another then Coryo just went with it once his mind began to slip from him and he eased into the bliss of letting go. "I love youu Lucy Grabe- Gray," he drunkenly repeated again after a hiccup, but then there was a pause as the liquor in his veins fizzled into something red and angry simmering his blood. His mind buffered during the moment of silence then switched so suddenly. What if that's why she wasn't answering? Billy Taupe. Billy Taupe had to be why, was why, is why. "And that's why, that's whyyy I'm go--inng to beat up Bill' Taupe. Mmhm," his jaw clenched, turning on his heel, staggering as he did so, "that's what I am going to do. 'Mmm going to beat 'im, til he can't stand up. Going to- going to beat the hell out of him if he THINKS he can just be Bill' Taupe around you." Whatever that meant. "I hate Bill' Taupe, he laid his hands on you firs', he kisshed you firs'," he confessed to everything he'd been keeping deeply buried, "he touched you firs' and you... you loved him firs', all BEFORE me," Hot irrational angry tears stung next at his bloodshot blues, "I hate it, Lucee Gray. Then– then he fuckin' cheated," His voice cracked, yelling at the air, pointing at the air with his free hand, slamming his hand into the brick wall until it hurt. The other hand holding the bottle of whisky that was sloshing around. The liquor on his lips makes him dangerous. Yelling out of character curse words he didn't ever go around uttering, let alone blurting so loudly to the wind. And suddenly on a mission to beat a man to death. "An' I'll get 'im, Luce Grabe, I will. I'mm going to. Right now."

[jadebone]

          "     we should be good people,     "     everyone laugh  !  he's making a joke.  there's nothing good about anyone who steps foot inside the skyscraper his grandda owns,  and everything that one of the kauls sets their sights on dies.  not his fucking problem,  if he had any say in it.  hilo grins,  all sharp teeth dripping bitter sarcasm.     "     wouldn't it be nice to wake up in the morning and not feel like a fuckin' piece of shit  ?     "

               FOR BRADBAKSHI  @bakshiis  ,  FROM  HILO     !

[bigassmoonchild]

Feral

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

The first three parts give context, but aren't required for this read.

Summary: You had your problems with your squad, no different than anyone else running their first. One Alpha, Michael, gave you the most problems, dragging you from leave to punish them all. It didn't take long for him to become your biggest problem, or for Simon to try and take care of him.

Content Tags: Shouting (not w/ between Ghost & Reader), A lot of Anger, Fluff, Protective Ghost, Violence, Fighting, Ghost shows his Face, Non-Sexual Punishments, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No use of Y/N

A/N: I woke up this morning with over 100 notifications from tumblr, and I've spent all morning trying to think of another part for Maple Syrup. As always, content is under the cut and my asks are wide open <3.

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Ghost could watch you forever. Seeing how you flit around the soldiers, taking care of each of them, barking orders at your own little squad. After being removed from missions, you were able to convince whoever would listen to give you a squad to train, a group of hopeful combat medics.

Sometimes he would find himself watching what you were doing, and he would inch himself close enough to hear what you'd be telling them. Sometimes, it was nothing short of you screaming at them, other times it might be explaining how to stitch someone up. Most times, you sat back and watched as they worked through the exercise that you had created for them.

You were still off on leave, leaving your squad under the hands of Soap and Gaz to train them further on combat situations. Ghost had spoken with them a few times, listening to them rant about the soldiers you had to deal with. Especially one Alpha, who had been demoted from a regular soldier to being entrusted with saving others.

So when Ghost got the first hint of your scent, not the stale one, his head spun to the doors. Your leave was supposed to last another 6 days, not that Ghost was counting, and worry spiked through him. Had something happened? Was everything okay with your family, or did you merely forget one of the gifts you were giving to your nieces and nephews?

When the door slammed open, your eyes gazed across the mess hall. Your brows were furrowed and Ghost could smell the anger lacing your scent, alongside the musty smell of the rain that was coming down. The room had gone silent, everyone looking over at you. Your eyes locked on your squad, body tensed.

"Get the fuck outside," you growled, staring through your squad. They hesitated and your fist slammed into the wall. "Now!" You shouted, watching as they scrambled up and moved. All but the Alpha, who moved leisurely. Your eyes didn't leave his and you pointed. "You move any slower and I'll have you dishonorably discharged for insubordination," the man didn't flinch.

He gave a smile, looking at you. "You're not even a soldier, you have no say in what I do," your muscles relaxed, leaning your head back, eyes falling closed. Ghost stood, moving towards the two of you, opening his mouth to say something.

"You're on my squad, you do as I say, unless you want me to remove you. You want this to be your last strike?" The Alpha looked away, opening his mouth to make a remark.

"I'm sure there isn't going to be a problem, is there?" Ghost finally spoke up, moving beside the man and staring down at him. The Alpha scoffed and walked away, leaving you looking around.

You gave a soft smile. "Leave your stuff, it'll be cleaned up," and you turned and walked away, adjusting a hood onto your head. Ghost stared after you before walking back to Soap and Gaz, sitting beside them again.

"What the hell happened?"

You stood in the rain, having grabbed another jacket to protect you from the chill of the wind, alongside the rain beating against you. Your squad was running until they collapsed or someone admitted who caused the problems. You knew, though, that the stubborn Alpha in your squad was always the problem.

"You need to get back here," Soap said into the phone. "I honestly don't know what to do with them," and you booked a flight.

Now you were waiting, patiently. Someone would give in soon enough, someone always did. There would always be a weak link, and if it took running them until they threw up so be it. A hand fell on your shoulder and you looked back, eyes climbing to find Ghost standing behind you.

"I've never heard you scream," you laughed, looking back to your squad. The Alpha ran at the front of them, no reaction to the amount of running he was doing. You were pretty sure he had lapped everyone at some point, but you weren't paying close enough attention.

You looked back to Ghost. "You have most definitely heard me scream, just not angrily. Soap called, said that the squad was getting out of control and they didn't know what to do," you sighed. "I thought I taught them better, but I guess I haven't treated them exactly like soldiers," Ghost hummed behind you, eyes trailing the Alpha.

A shiver ran through you and Ghost pulled you back into him, letting you soak in his own warmth. "Does he always give you problems?" You nodded, letting him take on your weight as you leaned against him.

"There is rarely a day that goes by when he doesn't give some form of lip, but everyone's grown used to it, I guess," you whispered, sighing deeply. It bothered you, so much, that you couldn't get all of your squad to act like it. Like a pack. "He's just trying to take control back. He was kicked from his last squad because of similar problems, speaking down on Betas and Omegas," Ghosts scent changed a little, but you weren't able to decipher what it was before it had disappeared.

Neither of you spoke for some time, merely watching the group of wanna-be's run around and around. You wanted to be back home, with your family and watching the little ones run around, not some grown adults. You just wanted to be able to control the squad like other people, but you needed a break. So you went on leave, but came back too soon.

There wasn't much of choice, though. Either let Soap and Gaz keep getting eaten alive, or you come back and beat them back down, but maybe if you talked to Simon he would've been able to help. No, this was your squad, they were your responsibility. You'd have to be a Drill Sergeant, and it was already giving you a headache.

You pushed off Ghost, watching as one of the Omegas stumbled before righting herself. You gave a deep sigh. "Get over here!" You shouted over the rain and wind. As everyone gathered, you glared through them. "I am not your mother. I shouldn't be coming back from leave early because your senior officers are unable to control you," you huffed, looking away for a moment.

The rain still pattered down, and the Alpha was looking away. You couldn't decipher how you felt about him, but you knew it was heavy dislike. Something about the man made you uncomfortable.

"You'd expect a group of adults to behave better than a group of pups, but I suppose none of you have grown," the Alpha opened his mouth to speak and Ghost took a step forward, daring him to make a comment. "I haven't been treating you as soldiers, clearly, so from now on you'll be meeting up with Task Force 141 to being your morning training," a smile graced your features.

You'd spoken with Price briefly over the phone on your flight back. It didn't take much to convince him, and his tone gave you the chills once or twice as he described what he could do. You didn't mention anything to Ghost. You weren't entirely sure what he would do if he found out you were being dragged away from your family because of a problem child.

Everything was still in the air, what you would end up doing with them. As you gazed across, the only person not having any form of regret was the Alpha. Michael. If you could, you would have rejected him from being a part of your team. You'd read his file, it was nothing short of infraction after infraction.

You gave a deep breath. "You're going to go into the mess hall and clean it, if I come in there tomorrow and find even a crumb you'll be stuck cleaning it every day until you leave," no one moved. "What are you waiting for?" They scattered into the wind, Michael still taking everything at his own speed.

Ghost grabbed his soldier, eyes not leaving the mans. "You'll be with me," and you watched him get dragged away. You were finally free to take a warm shower, perhaps curl into your nest for some sleep you'd lost while traveling.

It was late in the evening when you heard from Simon. He had walked into your room, taking his boots off and crawling next to you in your nest. His balaclava scratched at your neck as he scented you, brushing his cheek against you.

You turned the page in your book, letting the large Alpha nearly curl around you. Your fingers found the top of his head, scratching at him over the balaclava. Yet to see his face, you never pushed it. It was none of your business to push him, even as his mate.

You could hear him chuffing softly, nose digging into your neck slightly. It was quiet for some time, outside of the chuffing of Simon and the pages turning from your book. His hands were around you, tugging you closer to him as your fingers continued scratching.

The chuffing quieted, a bothered grunt coming from him. "Want to feel your hand," he muttered, tugging at his balaclava before being able to pull it off entirely.

You didn't look, didn't move, just kept on reading as your fingers found hair. That made you pause, brows furrowed as you turned to look at him from where he returned to your neck, his chuffs returning.

Purring, you tugged him to look at you, book falling from your hand. Simon groaned softly, trying to pull his head out of your grip. A quiet be still, coming from you before he paused, eyes opening to glance down at you.

Scars littered his face, your fingers finding some of the larger ones to stroke at, trying to memorize every part of his face. You could see his cheeks growing a little red and you laughed softly, pressing your hands to his cheeks.

"Little embarrassed of being looked at so thoroughly?" Simon looked away, finally pulling out of your grip and hiding his face back against your neck. You could feel him lick you slightly, laying down a nip or two, his hands tugging you against him again.

It was a few moments later that either of you finally said anything. "What did you do with Michael?" Simon huffed against you, a quiet who?, coming from him. "The Alpha you pulled away from the rest of the squad," you added.

Simon pulled away to look at you fully. "Nothing illegal," you looked at him, smile dropping. He gave you a little grin. "Just gave him some things to do to get all of his energy out, he had a little too much to be acting that way," you laughed.

The next morning, you had a knock on your office door. "Come in," it wasn't anyone you would've expected. Not Ghost, nor Soap or Gaz. Michael.

He slammed his hands on your desk and leaned over it. "I want out," you raised your brows. "I'm not gonna let some little doctor think she can control me," you gave out a deep sigh. "And what about Ghost? You fuck him to get where you are?"

"My relationship with the Lieutenant is none of your business, soldier," you answered, crossing your legs. "You want out? You leave this squad and it's the last place you'll be. You know you can't join the military again if you get discharged. Too many infractions," you shrugged, pulling his file out of your desk. He looked at it.

Lunging for it, you pulled it out of his reach. "Who the hell gave that to you?" You laughed at him, his scent changing to something reeking of anger. God, why were you able to smell him? "Or, is it because you're an Omega?" He smiled shortly.

You stood. "You haven't been taking your suppressants as prescribed, have you?" There was no other answer for why he was so angry constantly. Without a consistent dosage, the androstenone in him would be too high to think properly. He could go feral.

Lunging for your phone, you were only able to get one number dialed before he threw it into the wall. "A little Omega bitch, fucking Ghost in order to get where she is," he snorted. The door was cracked open still, but Michael was in the way. There was no leaving.

Looking away, you blinked slowly. "I'm assuming this is how you were removed from your last squad," he threw your chair into the wall and you opened the file.

"You have no right to read that, you bitch," he growled, trying to grab it over your desk. You pulled it back, Michael growling deep in his chest. "You're gonna give me that, or I'm gonna fucking kill you," you could feel your heart in your stomach. Sure, you could fight but it was nothing with an almost feral Alpha trying to kill you.

Glancing around, you had to look for something to hopefully protect yourself with. A man like Michael could easily kill you, you didn't doubt it. One wrong punch and you'd be in the infirmary, another and you could be out of it. Forever.

"You touch her and you'll find out why I'm feared," Simon. You could feel the relief coursing through you. He wouldn't let anything happen to you, let alone allow another Alpha to hurt you. You looked between the two, seeing Michaels face slowly start to drop.

You dove under your desk the second either of them moved, a growl ripping through the area as you heard a body slam into the wall in front of you. You knew the fear on your scent would be pungent, especially to Ghost.

And it was. He could smell it from down the hall, causing a spark of fear to course through himself. The only other thing he could smell was another Alpha, and he hoped to god he wouldn't be too late. When he opened the door just a tad bit more, he heard the threats.

It set something off in him that he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He didn't hesitate before throwing the other Alpha into the wall, seeing you dive under your desk in his peripheral. His fists found the man, but it barely did anything. A feral Alpha would do anything to kill whoever he saw, and Ghost could hear shouts coming from the hall.

Michael charged at Ghost, who braced for impact, colliding with him and being dragged into the hall and on the wall across from your office. Ghosts knee found Michael gut, throwing him onto the ground and climbing over him.

Some MP's had come careening down the hall, guns up and shouting commands. Ghost tried holding the man down, but it didn't do too much before he was bucked off and climbing to his feet. The fear was still pungent on your scent and it set Ghost off.

He couldn't do anything before gunshots echoed down the hall and Michael collapsed. A few tranq darts scattered along his back.

Ghost was put on administrative leave, pending investigation. You'd used the rest of your leave to be able to stay with him and for the entire duration you weren't out of his eyesight.

Showering? He was standing against the far wall, staring through the doorway.

Trying to use the bathroom? The locks on your bathroom doors had never been used more, and when you left he would be standing in front of it.

For some time you had also been far to shaken to let Simon leave your eyesight. There was nothing he would do that you weren't following him for, his showers left you sitting on the counter and talking to him, even without a response. You didn't go into the bathroom with him, but sat by the door as your eyes flittered around to each corner of the room, looking for feral Alphas.

Before either of you became more comfortable, Simon wouldn't even go into your nest. He would sit outside of it, never moving much at all. It took you panicking in the middle of the night for him to start going back inside of your nest.

Neither of you knew what the future would look like, but as long as you had each other, you figured you'd be alright.

Next

[deiscension]

﹄ VERSES: Shi Qingxuan. 

below the cut is information on each available verse for shi qingxuan! the selection includes: tgcf canon-compliance, ghost, two modern variants with a reincarnation flavor that can be added to the order, reverse 1999, and genshin. a link to this post will be added to sqx's section on the pinned post. i'll update with any new verses that may come about in due time!

﹄ ◇ ; TGCF verses.

𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 & 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐩𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐜

bright as the morning sun and generous as a cool breeze on a sweltering summer eve, shi qingxuan presides as the beloved wind master of the heavenly court. she spends her time investigating matters brought before her by other court officials and her thousands upon thousands of believers, drinking merrily, making as many friends as possible, and trying not to earn the baleful glare of her older brother.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 - 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐜

the reverend of empty words has declared its final verdict on shi qingxuan's life the wind no longer answers her call. terrified of the egregious suffering her existence has caused and unable to contend with the callous injustice her brother has committed on her behalf, she wishes for nothing more than to be cast from the heavens and left to stumble about on her own in the mortal realm. but such wishful thinking will get her nowhere. if not for her, it wouldn't have happened. she can't just let her brother face that same fate... can she?

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐜

the waves have come crashing down. there is no lady wind master. there is no shi qingxuang. never show yourself before me, and i will pretend you never existed. is this not what she what she wanted? with wounds that will never heal and only herself to offer as a means to get by, she finds a way to make do down in the mud and misery. how fortunate that those with fates as accursed as hers are kinder than those in the heavens! at least she won't be alone. it's a happy affair, really; the mortal realm truly is a wondrous place. still, there's so much left to say, so much left to do, such immense debt to pay and pay and pay. even so, behind the filth and shame, her bright eyes remain the same.

﹄ ◇ ; Ghost Verse - 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

wretched beginning, wretched end. it only took a slight slip for her to go tumbling down, down, down to the where the water meets the shore. unable to move, the tides soon swept away both final words and final breath. but the wind has a way of bringing home wanderers who have not yet found true rest. good-natured but perhaps more teasing than she ought to be if she wants to avoid an exorcism, this nameless ghost lingers like a summer breeze. floaty, fair, fuzzy-- there's something left to say, there's someone left hear, surely. but her mind fills with the cry of cicadas, the roaring of crashing waves, a name split in two, a sin unrecognized... she was sure she knew. where, oh where... at such a time, had it really been...?

( *this can also be used as a flex-verse; i.e., modern ghost. ) 

﹄ ◇ ; Modern Verses

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬

lady_windmaster: an overnight sensation adored for her rags-to-riches story. beauty, goodwill, passion for costuming and storytelling, and genuine heart have earned her the love of anonymous millions. one moment a struggling college dropout from a family long since fallen out of public approval, the next the face of triumph in hardship. as she recovers from permanent injury and begins her social transition into femininity, she wants nothing more than to prove that there is a way to show your truest of hearts. but maybe it's not really her place to do so. after all, she's not exactly the one responsible for the relative stability she now has. her brother is the one who ultimately climbed those steep stairs for both of them-- and not without pulling strings. is she shi qingxuan, or is she a cut-and-paste image crafted to be an unachievable dream?

𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

having recently been released from hospital care following a horrific accident, shi qingxuan is eager to mingle with her peers again and reintroduce herself to the world at large. while she's become quite popular due to her bubbly nature, sincerity, and self-confidence, she still can't quite escape looming feelings of alienation and judgment from behind her own closed doors. (gonna be real here this subverse exists for like three people orz)

( *important note for both modern variants: i am also more than happy to incorporate direct reincarnation from her canon; how much or how little she remembers of her life before will be situation-dependent. )

﹄ ◇ ; Reverse 1999 - 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

an arcanist draped in the elegant robes of a daoist cultivator, shi qingxuan is as carefree and affable as both appearance and her fanciful spirit-aligned afflatus would imply. she has yet to fully commit herself to the foundation. perhaps she's just too much of a free spirit to tie herself down to an institution with so many rules and regulations... though it's not like there's much anywhere else for her to go. she used to claim she hailed from a sky beyond the reach of the storm. now, however, she becomes noticeably embarrassed of her prior assertions. even more ridiculous yet, however, might be her full confidence that given enough time and practice with her incantations, she will be able to sweep the storm away in one grand gale.

﹄ ◇ ; Genshin Verse - 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲

once a legendary wind spirit with powers to rival even the mightiest of gods, shi qingxuan used roam the entirety of teyvat with swift feet carried by gales called down directly from the heavens. at such a time, she went by the title of 'lady wind master'. it was a title spoken with adoration and awe by all who knew it, particularly within the region that would eventually become known as liyue. but then whispers of war and usurpation began to trickle across the land. entirely unbeknownst to her, her brother lord water master attempted to seal her to the wind forevermore using another's stolen power. wrath from above and below formed a riptide that she could neither run from nor combat. and so she fell from the wind, soul of her soul and breath of her breath severed in a single moment. legend says her collision with the earth below carved an entire hidden system through liyue's mountain systems that still cradle her once beloved spiritual devices inside their ancient walls.

permanently maimed and shackled to winds that no longer recognize her as their counterpart, she's fated to wander teyvat until she has repaid the debt of existence and atoned for her crime of ignorance. she's little more than a vagabond with a few tricks up her sleeve and an anemo vision she still hasn't quite gotten accustomed to.

[shieldborn]

nora tags

[nobuverse]

@teikokuu said: no. it’s non-negotiable. you’re staying here. / to nobunaga

Dramatic & Protective Relationships Prompt

Oh geez.

Nobunaga honestly had no intentions of dragging anyone into her own family drama, especially knowing that ( in a way ) her problems started and ended with her own refusal to conform to her father's will. Was she about to change that? Hello no! But that didn't mean she wanted someone else to get wrapped up in the feud between them this on her behalf, especially a another family member.

"Look I - what if I say I had been exaggerating a little bit? Like sure, he gets mad at me a lot but it's not like he's...actually....hit me or anything..."

A mix between feeling her own face start to scrunch up at telling the lie and that hard stare she was getting caused her to trail off.

Oh man. There really was no fighting this, was there? He doesn't think she's ever felt the the compulsion to listen to an adult so much in her life.

"...well, it can't be helped, I guess. Um, you got anywhere I can put my guitar?"

[arcanaaa]

NEW TAGS UPDATE: PART II!

[kalijhomentethi]

headcanons for modern verse(s)

BOLD what your muse can do. Italicize for something they can do to some extent. Repost, do not reblog!

bake a cake from scratch / ride a horse / drive a submarine / speak a second language / dance / catch a fish / play an instrument / throw a punch / build a deck / ice skate / unclog a drain / program a computer / change a flat tire / fire a gun / sew / juggle / play poker / paint / fly a kite / sculpt / write poetry / change a diaper / sing / shoot a bow and arrow / ride a bike / swim / sail a boat / do a backflip / play chess / give cpr / pitch a tent / flirt / stitch a wound / read palms / use chopsticks / write in cursive calligraphy / use an electric drill / braid hair / make a campfire / make a mixed drink / do sudoku puzzles / wrap a gift / give a good massage / jump start a car / roll their tongue / do magic tricks / do yoga / tie a tie / skip a rock / shuffle a deck of cards / read morse code / pick a lock / fly a plane / train animals / fix a car / apologize / write a business letter / write in a second language / say the alphabet backwards / read music / cook complex meals / change oil / paint nails / draw / socialize / march / take apart a gun / drive a rig / operate a tank / climb a tree / rock climb / tie a cherry stem / basic first aid / draw blood / put out a fire

tagged by: @seekslight tagging: anyone who wants to do this uwu

[skunkbrat]

⤳   @lordghira, ​​​​   asked:     ‹ so we're just... gonna roll the dice on this? ›

❝ Listen, Ah just want ta' make sure you're aware the, uh ... realities of the situation. This Gala's history ain't very pretty. There was a murder at one of 'em, actually, so, ––  well, anyway, all my shiny getups have been properly taken care of even in the midst of apocalyptic level craziness. Ah swear. ❞ A little singed. A little ripped. She's speaking optimistically, anyway. ❝ Point bein', it'd be fine. That die's comin' up snake eyes, least when you play with me. ❞ she says, a smile tugging on the corner of her lips as she takes a look at one of their pieces displayed on the rack closest her. ❝ –– If that's the good one. ❞ Beats her, her husband was the gambler, she just liked playing the role of good luck charm from time to time.

❝ If y'ain't the type to appreciate a little danger, Ah s'pose there's always Balenciaga ... figure they got the cash to burn, let a piece take a little risk bein' worn by a lady like myself. ❞ Her tone's a goading sort as she makes an effort to come across laissez-faire, idly surveying the details of the hanging garment.

[ruinlost]

>Hes staring at his phone ,his stomach is twisting with unease He doesn’t like that sound of that he really doesn’t-

[bigassmoonchild]

The Hearing

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

The first four parts give context, but may not be required for this read.

Summary: Being stuck in hearing sucked. Especially when Price revealed things about yourself you hadn't even known, and now Ghost was unsure of the choices he'd been making.

Content Tags: Separation, Mentions of Violence, Mild Storybuilding, Scenting, Mentions of Possible Pregnancy, Ghost Walking Out, Ghost being Unsure, No Use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: This took me half of The Wolverine, 16 minutes of Hamilton and 12 episodes of Bluey to get through. No sex yet, but if y'all don't want the pregnancy ark do let me know. This series may be coming to an end soon, but that doesn't mean Doc is going away forever. As always, content under the cut and requests are open <3

P.S: I was going to adjust part of this, but I've figured out a way to extend this story a little further, so I'm removing it from being privately posted. My apologies!

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This keeps fucking happening. It took four months before you and Ghost got in trouble again. Instead of having each other, now you were stuck without the other. The rest of the 141 was busy smuggling items between yourself and Ghost, it finally having gotten out that the two of you were mated.

That you were an Omega.

You were removed from training your squad for the time being, currently being investigating for the incident that had happened. Too many times you had seen the same people for hearings. Too many times you were stuck sitting in the same room and looking among the same people.

"Can you explain to us how no one knew that Michael wasn't taking his suppressants?" Was the question posed to you.

You adjusted in your seat, smoothing down the pair of nice pants you'd thrown on and smelling the thick perfume you'd put on to block the distressed scent you'd been throwing off. "No one in the compound is capable of scenting other people, those abilities are blocked with the military grade suppressants we are given. Scents are also dulled with the suppressants, so no one would've been able to tell," you explained. Short and simple, not nearly as scientific as it should've been.

"And you couldn't tell? Being mated means off of suppressants, which means you should've been able to scent him."

"It takes a minimum of two days off suppressants for a scent to begin coming back and another week before the androstenone in an Alphas body to increase dangerously high. I was on leave for three weeks prior to the incident, so I had to have returned back to base at nearly the two week mark," you wanted to see Simon.

You each had a babysitter, swapping out in shifts so neither of you were unattended for more than five minutes. You'd began self-soothing, rubbing the gland on your wrist aggressively against your neck gland, the clothes you were receiving weekly from Price wasn't doing enough.

No matter what, you were still stuck in this god damn hearing. Until you could smell Simon. You spun in your seat, searching the general room for him, watching as he was led forward, taking a seat across the aisle from you.

"Now, Mr. Riley, what caused you to attack Michael?" You were still watching him, only his balaclava to protect his face from those around you. You could just barely see his side-profile, his hardly blinking eyes as he stared down the person questioning him.

He glanced briefly at you. "My Omega was being attacked, I could smell her distress from a few halls down so I was going to find out what was happening. I heard him screaming at her and threatening her life, so I did what I had to to protect her," he answered, no hesitation. They hummed and nodded, glancing at you before looking back to Simon.

God, he smelled so much better than his clothes.

"Doctor, please try and pay attention," you looked down into your lap, giving a small sorry before the hearing proceeded. "What caused Michael to attack you?" At this you had to pause. It all happened so fast and you'd shoved the memory to the back of your head.

"He wanted to get out of the squad, he didn't want a Doctor ordering him around. I assume Mr. Riley said something to him, as he was causing problems with the soldiers covering my squad while I was on leave. He tried to press for information regarding my relationship with the Lieutenant, but I wasn't going to allow him insight he didn't need to know," they were writing everything down, clacking of keyboards and scraping of pens and pencils against paper.

"Do tell us what happened next,"

Looking away, you had to take a deep breath. You could feel the panic setting back in. "I told him that he wouldn't be able to remain in the military or find a new branch if he left. He had too many infractions and I pulled his file to show him, and he lunged for it. Michael was trying to take his file from me, and he could smell I was an Omega. That's when I realized he was going feral," you picked at your fingers, not looking at the group of people as you tried to remember what happened.

They glanced back at their notes, speaking with each other for a moment. "How would you know he was going feral?"

"I have medical documents of my squad. I know when their last heat or rut was, and I decide when they go on leave to ensure they aren't on suppressants for too long that it becomes dangerous, such as what occurred between myself and my Alpha. The androstenone inside an Alpha increases, albeit being dormant, the longer suppressants are taken without a natural rut occurring," you explained. This was the easy part, the things you knew exactly the ins and outs of.

They nodded along with you, fingers still clacking on keyboards as you explained.

"Once someone stops taking suppressants, the androstenone becomes active again. The longer they go without the rut, the more that become active. If they don't rid themselves of the androstenone, it'll force them into ferality to keep the increasing hormones from severely hurting them," they interrupted you for a moment.

"What does ferality do for the Alpha?"

"It ensures that they mate with the nearest Omega in or out of heat to naturally expel the androstenone. If they don't, their rut gets worse and they begin to have different areas of the brain shut down until they are no more than an animal, looking for the next thing to breed," you explained. "Most cases are euthanized, to ensure they don't suffer for long," you added, ensuring they would understand why it was so dangerous.

You had zoned out once they began talking with Simon again. His scent was washing over you every now and again as the AC unit blew cooler air into the room. This room had no windows and was in the middle of the building so they installed AC's for the stifling summer, which meant scents were wafting around with each other and mixing.

But Simons? It was amazing, being able to get it damn near straight from the source. You were waiting for all of this to be over so you could crawl into your nest with Simon. Your heat had been due a week ago, but with the proceedings dragging on you had been far to stressed for your body to allow it to happen.

And you could feel it building within you. You were exhausted all the time, eating more and building a larger nest, moving things in your room around. Now that you had your Alpha near you, you could feel your mind slowly slipping away from you.

You had to think harder, trying to remember how long ago your heat was and when you had to expect it. To be honest, you didn't really want to think that hard right now. You were still exhausted, you didn't get much sleep, considering you'd been without your Alpha for weeks now.

"That should wrap today up, we'll reconvene tomorrow. Same time and location, we'll review what we have learned from you two and Michael and give you our final decision in one week. For now, you two will stay separated and we'll have people watching to ensure you don't meet up," you wanted to argue. So badly, you wanted to tell them that he was your Alpha and he was supposed to be with you.

Even then, you knew that they wouldn't rescind their decision. You watched as Simon was led out, giving you one more look before leaving.

"Listen, kid, I'm really sorry," Price leaned in next to you, whispering as you waited for Simon to get far enough away that you could leave as well without possibly getting in trouble. "I know another week is going to be hard on you," he looked away.

You sighed, leaning back. "It's no harder than the first few weeks mated to him. The only problem is my heat isn't coming and I'm past due," he gave you a weird look before nodding with you.

Standing up, he gestured for you to follow him. You stood and followed him out, allowing him to lead you back to your room. It stayed quiet between the two of you, you figured he was deep in thought and you were just thinking about the nap you were gonna take in your nest.

Quite the exciting life you held now, being stuck back in hearings. You could only do paperwork and most of the work for the week you'd finish right away. It was so boring, the task force only being able to come by every now and again.

When you walked in, he handed you a bag. You looked down and back up at him, brows furrowed. Price gave you a smile and walked back out, the door shutting behind him. You sat on your bed, running your hands down your face and sighing deeply.

You reached into the bag, pulling out another of Simons hoodies. The amount you had at this point made you wonder if he had any left, just about the entirety of your nest was made out of his shirts and hoodies. The scents on some of them were fading, but you didn't remove them just yet.

Without him to be in the nest with you, the scents were fading quicker and quicker. You hated it. You had grown accustomed to having him scenting you at night and before he had to leave in the morning, him remarking your gland every now and again when you were able to.

Moving to throw the bag in the bag of bags, you felt something move inside it with your movements. Setting it back down, you opened it to look inside.

A pregnancy test.

"Price!" You shouted, his office door slamming open. You were heaving, having run straight to his office after finding his last little gift. "What the hell?"

He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was talking to my own Omega and they mentioned giving you one. A lot of the symptoms you'd been mentioning had lined up with their own pregnancy. You don't have to use it, obviously, I just figured you'd want it," you stopped to think.

How had you been exhibiting all the signs of a pregnant Omega and yet you'd been unable to recognize it? You were a bloody biologist, so you'd already known exactly what the signs were. Intense nesting urges, increased eating, increased amounts of sleep.

Jesus, were you pregnant? Maybe you should take the test, just to be sure. Price opened his mouth to say something before shaking his head and going back to his paperwork. You were going to pester him about what he was going to say, but you didn't.

"You could get this hearing pushed off if you're pregnant. They'll consider it an Alpha protecting his pup. You didn't hear this from me,"

The next day Simon was back where he'd been sitting, in the back of the hearing room waiting for them to call him forward. He could see you, some rows ahead of him. Your scent had become more delectable to him over the last few weeks, even if he hadn't been able to smell you directly.

The rest of the task force was playing a dangerous game, smuggling items between the two of you. He knew that, if caught, they could be put on a probationary leave and investigated to figure out if it was more than just items.

Simon watched as you stood from your seat, hands folded in front of you. He could smell you better than when you'd been sitting, the scent sweetening to something he couldn't explain.

All he wanted to do was scent mark you and hold you in your nest, maybe find you some food and feed you. What the hell was up with him? He'd been stalking as close to your room as he could get, snarling at every Alpha who walked near.

"I haven't made you aware yet, but I have been in for a pregnancy test," everyone went silent and Simons eyes widened. "The results should be coming in another day or two, depending on who will be finalizing them. I'd like to request that the current predicament be pushed back so my mate and I can speak about possibilities," he watched as the group leading the hearing leaned together to speak and his eyes never left you.

He could smell your distress from where he was, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Pregnant? He thought you'd been on birth control, even if it you'd still gone through your heats.

To be honest, Simon was terrified. A father? Him? All he could do was walk out, even if he heard his name come from you and your scent changing sharply. Winding through the halls, he found himself walking outside with a cigarette lit, the slight burn as he inhaled the smoke.

Neither of you had talked about this. You'd been mated for a few months, not even hitting a year yet and prior to that you'd only spoken professionally. He knew you, but you hadn't even shared a room yet.

Was he wrong? For biting you, when neither of you had agreed upon being mated. For getting the two of you in that situation in the first place, he should've been the one who had gone and swept the building to make sure everyone was safe.

Simon knew exactly where his life would be had the two of you not been stuck in that situation. He'd never imagined his life moving this way and it terrified him. He was almost... regretting the choices he'd made.

Regretting mating with you.

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