#square filled: omega pregnancy

[sapphireginger]

Title: Heart of a Hero: Chapter #1

Pairing: Steo [Stiles Stilinski + Theo Raeken]

Rating: Mature

Word Count:  3,864

Warnings: 

Minor Character Death Blood & Injury Gunshot Wound School Shooting Mild Violence (Brief Description)

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Summary:

Before he’s even fully conscious of the decision to move, Luka is entering the bathroom. Leo is washing his hands when suddenly, Luka hears a gunshot. Footsteps race past the bathroom door and a radio crackles to life.

“Lockdown. Lock down the grounds. We have a shooter.”

Created For: @afgomegaversebingo / Square Filled: Omega Pregnancy

Life has been amazing for the two once again mates. They were looking into moving but hadn’t picked a place yet too focused on now having two little monkeys running around.

Luka is the best big brother, always making sure little brother Leo is safe and happy. Theo dotes on them, and Stiles can’t get enough of the alpha. That may be why they so quickly got pregnant with their next pup. 

Their third child is only a year old now and his name is Laiken. Unlike his older brother, Luka, who is an alpha, Laiken is an omega like Leo and their daddy. It’s why Theo and Luka are even more protective over the younger pups. 

Lydia and Parrish got married a couple months after Leo was born and then Isaac and Allison got married just before Laiken was born. Erica met an alpha named Brett who transferred in as a cop working under Jordan and they mated just a couple months after Laiken was born. They may have been newly mated, but they seemed like they had known each other for their entire lives. 

About halfway through Stiles’s pregnancy with Laiken, Theo and Stiles found the one. The house was perfect for their still growing family. It is a beautiful pastel green country home with plenty of room for the kids to grow and play. It has five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, a basement, an attic and a double garage. Not to mention a tree house that Brett, Jordan, Isaac and Theo built during the second half of Stiles’s pregnancy with Laiken. 

Every day is a gift, and every night is special. Theo loves coming home to a home cooked meal whenever he works and Stiles has the day off but of course, there is none of that traditional sexist omega role stuff in their home. Nothing makes Theo happier than a content smelling omega mate.

“Hey, kitten,” Theo says softly, curling around his mate’s back where Stiles stands at the stove.

Stiles smiles and leans against his mate, purring when the alpha’s hands cup his swollen belly. He’s only two months along but he’s showing quite a bit already. “Hey. How was work?”

Nipping the omega’s neck, Theo doesn’t answer right away, offering a soft hum against pale skin. “Good, but this is better.”

“You’re welcome,” Stiles says with a grin, his cheeks bright pink at the attention. He will never get tired of being doted on. 

Two pairs of feet come barreling towards them and soon, Theo has two monkeys attached to his legs. 

“DAAAAAAD!!!” the two boys shriek. 

Stiles gives a soft chiding rumble and gestures to their baby brother who is sound asleep in his playpen. “Boys.”

Luka looks at their daddy with a frown. “Sorry, Daddy.”

Leo copies his brother, something he’s doing more and more of lately. “Sowwy 'oo, Da’dy.”

The adorableness of his children makes it hard for Stiles to stay mad. So, he scents them, ruffles their hair and ushers them to the table. His gaze locks with Theo’s and he offers a tired smile.

Sadly, the two parents have some disappointing news for their kids. Tomorrow the boys have career day at school, but both Theo and Stiles will be on shift and unable to attend. After dinner, they’re dropping the boys off at Lydia’s house, so they’ll have a ride to school tomorrow. 

Since Stiles cooked, Theo serves them and they all dig in, the boys expressing their absolute love for the food. 

Laiken sits in his highchair, giggling as Luka and Leo make funny faces at him. It results in a very messy baby with the spaghetti sauce all over his little face, but it makes Stiles smile fondly just the same. His little family is happy, healthy and content. What more could he want?

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

“Why can’t we stay home, Dad?” Luka asks as he looks out the window of the SUV. 

Theo glances in the rearview mirror at his son and sighs softly. “Daddy and I have to work, pup.”

Luka sniffles. “Daddy is gonna miss my story though.” He glances at Leo when the younger boy squeezes his hand. Even as sleepy as he is, Leo recognizes when his brother is upset.

“I know. Daddy and I are so very sorry, Luka, but Aunt Lydia is going to record it for me and daddy to watch later. We’ll be there to pick you up from school. Okay?”

They pull into the driveway, seeing Lydia and Jordan already waiting for them. Theo is grateful to have his mate back and he promised Lydia he wouldn’t hurt Stiles again. The way the redhead hugs him tonight is another acknowledgement of the alpha’s kept promise to keep her brother happy, healthy and to love him no matter what.

Luka doesn’t want his dad to leave but he knows sleep is very important. Otherwise, people might get hurt if dad is too sleepy. So, he wraps his arms around his dad and scents him, hugging the alpha tightly. 

Aunt Lydia and Uncle Jordan let him and Leo stay on the steps until the SUV is out of sight, but then it’s bedtime.

Stiles drops Laiken off with Allison, grateful she has the day off tomorrow and not wanting to overwhelm his sister with all three boys at once.

When the two parents arrive home, they manage to go about their nightly routine and exchange a couple brief and chaste kisses before slipping under the covers. By the time they are settled with the lights off, it’s just half past eight. That should give them plenty of time to sleep. Theo’s hands, even in sleep, cradle the baby bump protectively, the omega’s back flush against the alpha’s chest the entire night.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Breakfast is yummy and Luka loves oatmeal with brown sugar. He still makes a face when Leo gobbles up raisins with his brown sugar oatmeal. The younger pup is more a fan of dried fruit than fresh fruit which Luka thinks is weird, but he loves his little brother as he is, even if he likes wrinkly fruit. It’s almost eight thirty and soon, they’ll leave for school. 

Luka, who is eight, is now in third grade and his brother Leo, who is three, is in preschool. Their youngest sibling, Laiken, is only a year old and stays with Aunt Allison instead of going to daycare. 

Today is career day at their school, but unfortunately, their dads aren’t able to come to career day. They had told Leo and Luka last night when dropping them off at Aunt Lydia’s that they would come as soon as their shifts were over. 

However, that won’t be possible because just before six am, there was a fire and their dad had to be on scene. Then just before six thirty am there was an emergency pile up on the highway that their daddy got called in for. It was Aunt Lydia who got the boys to school. She told them on the way there that their parents had texted her about the emergencies.

Of course, Luka is disappointed. He has kept his story a secret so he could surprise his daddy, but he won’t get to surprise him now. Still, despite his disappointment, Luka understands and proceeds to listen to his classmates read their stories about who their heroes are. 

“My hero is my grandpa. He fought in the war and won a purple heart. He even let me hold it one time. The reason he’s my hero isn’t because he won a medal or because he fought in a war but because he was the one who taught me how to not be afraid to be myself even when everyone else said I shouldn’t be me,” a boy named Carter says.

Luka stares down at his own paper, the words of his peers washing over him and wonders if his story is good enough to convey just how much he loves his hero. Sometimes words don’t seem like enough even though he has a lot of them. 

For a long time, it was just him and his daddy. Then dad came back and now they have Leo and Laiken, Aunt Lydia, Uncle Jordan, Aunt Ally, Uncle Isaac and Auntie Erica with her new mate Uncle Brett. Despite having all those people, Luka remembers nights when it was just him and his daddy. Luka wants to be just like his daddy, especially because he is just as protective of his brothers Leo and Laiken as his daddy is of all of them. It would be cool to be someone’s hero one day. 

When the teacher calls his name, Luka goes to the front and takes a deep breath. Once he steadies himself, he begins to read from his paper.

“My name is Lukanus but I like to be called Luka. When Ms. Peterson said we have to write a story about our hero, I knew right away who I would choose. My hero is my daddy. He’s a nurse, a paramedic and a detective. My daddy helps lots of people and even saved my dad. When I was little it was just me and my daddy and no matter what, he was always there. 

“He taught me how to love, how to forgive, how to be strong when it’s hardest and how to keep going when I thought it was too hard. My daddy is the bravest, smartest, strongest and best person in the whole wide universe. He also taught me that biology doesn’t make anyone less than anyone else. He’s an omega and he taught me what that means. 

“I love my daddy so very much and want to be just like him. I want to be the kind of man, kind of person, kind of human being my daddy is because if there were more people like him, then the world would be the safest and best place ever. He’s been given accolades by the police force, the hospital and the city for his efforts in protecting lives. 

“My daddy was named Hero of the Year twice and got to meet the president but even though those things are really cool and not everybody can say those things have happened to their daddy, that’s not why he is my hero. He’s my hero because he taught me what it means to be a man and what it means to be a good human being.

“I watch him with my dad and know what it means to love someone unconditionally. I watch him with my younger brothers and know what it means to protect someone with everything you have. I watch my daddy and I wanna be just like him when I grow up. I’m already doing my best to embody all that is my daddy.

“I am grateful that my daddy is my daddy and because of who he is and what he’s done for me my whole life, he is my hero.”

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Luka did really well reading his story, at least he thinks he did good, based on the smile on Aunt Lydia’s face. She has recorded it on her phone so his daddy can see it later. She has to get to work now but hugs him tightly and kisses his forehead. “I’m proud of you, pup. You did really well.”

“Really?” Luka says.

“Really really.”

“Do you think Daddy will like it?” he asks quietly, chewing his lip.

Lydia’s expression softens as she pulls her nephew into a tight embrace. “He’s going to love it.” With another kiss to Luka’s forehead, Lydia heads out, sending him another smile over her shoulder. 

Everyone has read their hero story now and it’s time for math. Then they’ll have lunch. After reading his story and having been a bit nervous, Luka raises his hand to ask if he can go get a drink. 

“Of course, Luka. Take the pass and come right back. Okay?” Ms. Peterson says.

“Yes ma’am. Thank you.” Luka takes the pass and leaves the classroom. 

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

During this past summer, Luka spent a lot of time at the school since his daddy teaches CPR and First Aid classes. So, he is easily able to find his way to the water fountain.

He notices his brother Leo going into the bathroom and smiles at him before pressing the bar to get a drink. It’s while Luka is getting a drink at the water fountain that his tummy gets a knot of worry. Something isn’t right. Dad always says to trust his instincts because they will never steer him wrong. 

Before he’s even fully conscious of the decision to move, Luka is entering the bathroom. Leo is washing his hands when suddenly, Luka hears a gunshot. Footsteps race past the bathroom door and a radio crackles to life. 

“Lockdown. Lock down the grounds. We have a shooter.”

Luka’s eyes widen in fear, but Leo hasn’t noticed yet and he intends to make sure Leo is safe. He quickly locks the bathroom door and goes over to his brother. “Leo?”

The boy looks up at him and tilts his head at his older brother’s expression. “Wuka otay?”

“I’m okay but we’re going to play a game. Okay?”

Leo smiles, his eyes lighting up. “Otay! Wha’ ‘ame?”

Footsteps echo louder and louder, a bang sounding on the bathroom door. Luka is grateful he locked it. Searching for an escape, he sees the window. “This way, Leo,” he says, keeping his voice low. “We’re gonna play spies. You gotta squeeze through here and go tell Aunt Lydia the secret code.”

“Otay!” Leo says and giggles when Luka lifts him up and pushes him out the window. “Wha’ ‘ode Wuka?”

Luka swallows thickly. “I love you, braciszek.”

Leo tilts his head and smiles. “Wuv you ‘oo, Wuka!”

“Go find Aunt Lydia. Go!” Luka says urgently. 

“Otay! I ‘o.

Luka nods, holding back tears. "Okay. Go," he says with more urgency.

Leo nods and waves. "Bah, Wuka!”

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Just as Leo is out of sight, the door is kicked in and a man enters with a big gun in his hands. When the shooter enters the bathroom, time seems to slow down. Dark eyes with hate and rage in them zero in on Luka. The man raises his gun and without remorse or any sign of care, the shooter pulls the trigger.

BANG!

The sound is deafening, and Luka lets out a barely audible gasp. The bullet hits Luka right in the stomach and the little alpha is too stunned to do anything but gape in shock. 

Meanwhile, the shooter kicks open each stall door and then leaves, time resuming its normal speed once more. Luka is so glad he got his brother out. He falls to the ground and coughs wetly, his vision blurring. 

Luka still hears bangs sporadically but they’re getting softer which means further away. He’s so sleepy but he can’t sleep. Not yet. Not until daddy comes. Daddy will—Daddy will make it all better. After all, daddy is Luka’s hero. 

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Stiles has just gotten back from the ICU where a victim of the pileup is finally stabilized. Jordan hands him a cup of coffee and Stiles sends his brother in law a grateful tired smile. 

Jordan’s radio crackles, interrupting their conversation.

“10-71 in progress. Barker Aspen Elementary school.”

Time freezes, the coffee cup slipping from the omega’s fingers, his vision going nearly black. That’s where Luka and Leo are. Jordan is so focused on the call code he misses Stiles’s immediate exit. By the time he notices, Stiles is already almost to the school, uncaring of speed limits.

Stiles can barely form any coherent thoughts and by now he recognizes the signs enough to know he won’t be saying anything even if he could form thoughts. The omega can’t feel the bond with his eldest son. It is taking everything he has not to go omega feral and right now, he is about to drop off the edge, into that ferality. Stiles can only thank whoever is watching over them that their youngest is with Allison today. 

He idly wonders where Theo is and whether or not the alpha knows about the shooting. That thought slips away from him when the faintest thump comes through his bond with Luka and nothing else matters to Stiles now except his son.

If anyone was to scent his emotions before he entered the school, they would catch terror, grief and guilt. Chemosignals do help when the person exuding them can’t. With Stiles now omega feral and nonverbal, he won’t have anything for them when it comes to his state of mind.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Stiles tugs on his offspring's bond and it leads him to a bathroom halfway between Luka and Leo’s classrooms. The door is only connected with one hinge, but Stiles ignores the splinters he gets as he pushes into the small room. 

It’s there that he finds his son. Luka is silent and still and so very very pale. It takes a second for Stiles’s eyes to process what his nose already has. His pup is lying in a pool of blood. All sense and humanity leave the omega and he is lost to instinct as he falls to his knees splattering crimson everywhere. His hands cup his son’s face, claws careful not to break the skin as he lets out a high pitched whine of fear and grief.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Lydia has Leo in her arms and the poor thing is so confused. Lydia works in an office space just next door to the school and was shocked when Leo wandered over but as soon as he told her what happened, she phoned the police, and Isaac who had heard from Jordan. Stiles was missing. 

When Isaac arrives at the school he goes right up to Lydia and his second godson. “Stiles?” he says quietly so as not to disturb a now sleeping Leo.

“Kindergarten bathroom. Isaac it’s—”

“It’ll be okay, Lyds,” Isaac says and gently scents both her and the pup before heading inside to find his best friend. 

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

The omega has pulled his son into his lap and is rocking back and forth, his thumb pressed lightly against the pulse point of his son’s throat. It’s the only thing keeping him grounded in some way, knowing that his son isn’t gone yet. He doesn’t care about the slick feeling of the blood. He doesn’t care about the splinters in his skin. All he cares about is his little monkey. 

When Isaac finds his best friend, his godson’s daddy is completely feral. Normally, Theo would be enough to calm Stiles, but he isn’t there and all Stiles can see is the blood. Luka manages to slur out a single word. “L’o?”

“Safe,” Isaac says. 

Stiles snarls slightly, his focus on his son but his body tenses in preparation to fight if need be.

Isaac remains hovering nearby, knowing better than to get between an omega and his child. He’s grateful that Lydia has Leo as they can’t let Leo see Luka like this. He idly looks at the officers standing just down the hall and feels a rush of relief hit him when he hears them say the shooter is dead. Perhaps Isaac should feel bad for being glad, but he doesn’t. Not with the state his best friend is in because of the shooter.  

After all the months of being there for every step of Stiles’s first pregnancy, Isaac knows the reason his best friend is feral and has gone nonverbal. He kneels down, his own beta scent not posing a threat like an alpha’s scent would. “Miko?” he whispers. 

He gets no response from the omega who hasn’t stopped rocking his son or stopped caressing the boy’s pulse point with a needy whine. Stiles’s hands are slick with blood, and he looks lost, but then something ignites inside him, his body stilling. A wave of calm washes over him and he snarls. 

Isaac stills completely and watches in shock as Stiles sinks his fangs into Luka’s arm with zero hesitation. 

There’s not much in the way of blood left but Stiles holds on tight with sharp fangs, unwilling to let go until it’s taken. His eyes flash and his claws are still out, but he never breaks his son’s skin the claws. If Stiles were coherent, he’d realize his fox ears are out now and they swivel in alertness every few seconds. However, none of these things get through to him, his jaw clamped tight to ensure his bite takes. 

The boy is startled but hardly feels anything but numb as he looks up at his daddy. “Kn’w yo’d co’e fur ma. Dad’y m’ he’o.”

Isaac is in shock of what he has just witnessed his friend do. Omega bites are rare and only used when—He swallows thickly at the slowly strengthening heartbeat of his godson. No wonder Stiles is feral. 

Stiles is even more volatile with his emotions now because he is once again pregnant. This time they are hoping for their first baby girl. The two mates haven’t even told their boys about the baby yet. Isaac is hoping to hell that Luka survives as Luka in particular has been wanting a baby sister and if Luka doesn’t make it, Isaac isn’t sure they’ll get Stiles back. 

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

When the ambulance comes and loads Luka up after Isaac finishes stabilizing him, Stiles lets out a persistent snarl at anyone who gets too close. Only Isaac handing the omega a sweatshirt of Theo’s with the alpha’s scent, calms Stiles down enough to let the rescue workers close the ambulance doors. Soon, they are on their way to the hospital. 

As the ambulance gets further away, Isaac pulls out his phone and calls Theo. Since Stiles and Theo had gotten back together nearly four years ago, Isaac and Theo have become really good friends though not as good as he and Stiles are. After all, Isaac and Stiles have known each other since they were children. They were the first person they each came out to, Isaac coming out as bisexual when they were twelve and Stiles coming out as gay when they were thirteen.

His heart clenches as he calls his friend’s number. Isaac hates that he has such terrible news to give his friend, but he doesn’t want Theo to go in blind. He doesn’t want the alpha to be shocked when he arrives at the hospital to find his mate feral, and nonverbal. That is not even considering just how deep into his instincts Stiles is now. 

Isaac has never seen his best friend with fangs, claws and glowing eyes but it’s not as shocking as it might be to others. After all, Isaac would have gone full primal too if it had been his eldest pup with a gunshot wound in his little tummy. For all that alphas are considered fiercer, it is omegas who truly are the fiercest especially when it comes to their families and even more so when it comes to their pups. 

“Isaac? What’s up?”

“You need to get to the hospital, Theo. It’s Luka.”

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Whatever the future may hold

Written for the May pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Prompt: Graduation

Rated: M

Tags: Omegaverse; omega!Eddie; alpha!Steve; pregnancy; mentions of sex

Notes: Set in the same universe as Whatever you want it to be

Eddie turns the square cap in his hands, feeling utterly and supremely sorry for himself. He's been imagining this day for so long. Snatching that diploma from Higgins's unwilling hands and prancing off that stage into a brighter, better future.

Only now, that future fills him with nothing but dread.

He groans, burying his face in his arms.

It was all going so well.

A while ago, when Carver and his possee found out about his little omegan secret, he thought his life was over.

Except Steve Harrington swooped in like a white, baseball bat wielding knight and saved him, and took him home, and cared for him. Knotted him near damn stupid, too, not that Eddie is complaining.

They've since commenced what must be the weirdest courtship in the history of courtship - stolen glances and subtle gifts and furtive dates at Steve's house or Eddie’s trailer. Eddie has kept his secret safe, and Steve is its biggest protector.

It's perfect. Everything Eddie never knew he wanted.

So of course it couldn't last.

“Eddie?”

Shit!

He must've been so far gone in his head he didn't hear the trailer door open, didn't catch the scent wafting into his bedroom. Pine needles and moss and sunlight.

“Stevie,” he croaks, and his stomach twists.

Footsteps approach. The doorknob rattles once, twice, before Steve realizes it's locked. His scent turns worried. Steve's worried about him. Eddie’s needy hindbrain whines at the thought.

“Eds, lemme in. Please?”

Eddie is unlocking the door before he even realizes he’s moved. Quickly, dread clawing at his guts, he retreats back onto his bed.

“Hey,” Steve ducks around the gown dangling from its hanger by the door. “Wayne called, said you wouldn’t come out of your room? Ceremony’s about to start, what are you- Eddie? What’s wrong?”

Because he has just spotted Eddie, back against the wall, arms wrapped around hunched knees, trembling hand still clasping the cap. Steve is in front of him in an instant, mattress dipping under his weight. His hands cup Eddie’s face, tilting his head up, and Eddie knows he should pull away, he really should. Still, he’s helpless to do anything but let himself sink into Steve’s comforting touch and scent.

“What’s going on?” Steve’s voice is a barely restrained growl. “Carver try shit again? You know you don’t have to worry-”

Eddie shakes his head. His stomach feels like it’s trying to crawl its way out of his throat. “It’s not Carver.”

Steve’s brow furrows.

“But then, what- … Are you sick?” He leans in, nosing the hollow of Eddie’s neck. “Your scent’s a bit off. Should I call a doctor, or-”

“Will you fucking leave it?” Eddie slaps Steve's hands away. The cap hits the mattress with a soft thud. “I'm not sick! Jesus!”

Steve's eyes are full of hurt confusion and worry. It makes Eddie want to laugh and cry and scream all at once.

“But I don't-” Steve stammers. “Why won't you-”

“Because I'm pregnant, okay?”

Steve's words screech to a halt. His eyes grow large, mouth forming a dumb little oh shape. It would be funny, Eddie thinks hysterically, if there was anything remotely funny about this entire clusterfuck of a situation.

“Wha-” Steve starts to say. Shuts his mouth. Opens it again. “I mean how- … I mean … are you sure?”

Like a line from some cliché soap opera. Eddie laughs weakly.

“Been puking my guts out all week. Took five tests, all positive. I'm pretty fucking sure, big boy.”

Silence seeps into the room. For a moment, Eddie thinks Steve's going to continue right on with the soap opera shit and ask when it happened. If it’s his. But Steve knows Eddie has never been with anyone else. Knows they've always been careful - except for that very first time.

Eddie screws his eyes shut and waits.

“Wow,” Steve breathes after an eternity. “That’s … that’s unbelievable.”

Eddie furrows his brow. Steve’s voice is brimming with incredulity, but also with something else. Something that, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d put close to … happiness? Hesitantly, he peeps one eye open.

He’s just in time to see Steve launch himself at him, and then he’s enveloped in a bone-crushing hug. Steve’s scent crests over him, heady and familiar.

“W-wait,” Eddie manages to mumble against the rapid staccato of Steve’s heartbeat. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” Steve pulls back just enough to look at him. His smile is so wide, Eddie’s afraid his face might be too small for it. “Why would I be mad? You know I want kids, loads of them!”

“Well yeah,” Eddie stammers. The room is spinning and all he can see is Steve’s smile. “But-”

“And you know I can’t imagine a better person to have them with than you.”

“Well …” Eddie can practically feel himself flush. “I guess.”

Steve leans in to kiss his forehead. “Then why are you so upset, dumbass?”

“Well, I dunno,” Eddie blurts, unable to keep the sarcastic undertone at bay. “Maybe cause I’m barely out of school? Or because we’re not even mated? Because your parents will go absolutely fucking-”

“Fuck my parents,” Steve declares. “This is about you and me. We’ll figure it out one step at a time. First, and most importantly: Do you want to have this kid with me?”

One large hand finds Eddie’s stomach, splaying itself over it, warm and safe. Eddie feels how something inside of him goes soft.

“Yes,” he whispers. “Yes, I’d love that.”

“Brilliant,” Steve beams, and kisses him. Eddie melts into it, but just as he’s about to lose himself in that summer forest scent, Steve pulls away. Eddie frowns as something is placed on his head - the stupid cap.

“And second,” Steve winks, giving his stomach one last gentle pat, “You gotta put on that gown and let me drive you to school. The two of you need to walk in half an hour.”

Poor Steve brought beer for the celebration. He'll need to drink it all by himself, whelp.

They're baaack, and they're having a baby!!! I said I'd write more of these two sooner rather than later, didn't I?

[holylulusworld]

Wrapped

Summary: You and Sam prepare for Christmas.

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Warnings: Christmas fluff, a/b/o, pregnant omega, domestic Sam, a little banter with Dean

Square 3 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo​​: Omega Pregnancy

Square 8 filled for @spnchristmasbingo​: Decorating

Square 10 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Fluff 

Words: 800+

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I'm telling you why  Santa Claus is coming to town.” 

You sing along as you check the temperature of your melted chocolate using your brand-new thermometer. “Perfect.”

“Baby girl, where did you put the book about demonic possession?” Sam yells from the hallways. “Y/N, I need the book.”

“I put it back on the shelf. Where it belongs, Samuel,” you teasingly use his full name. “It’s Christmas and I won’t have you and Dean drop things all over the bunker.”

“What did you say?” Sam steps inside the kitchen. He furrows his brows in a silent question as you try to focus on making more chocolate candy. “What are you doing?”

Suddenly the book is long forgotten and Sam makes his way toward the kitchen island.

“Chocolate candy,” you huff. “I told you and Dean to stay out of the kitchen for two more hours.”

“Chocolate candy,” he hums while moving behind you to look over your shoulder. Sam wraps his arms around your waistline and rests his chin on your left shoulder. “Looks good.”

“I thought Dean has a sweet tooth,” you chuckle. 

“I got a thing for sweet things too, omega,” Sam purrs in your ear. “Especially the ones wearing my mark. Can I help you?”

“You can help me wrap the gifts later. I still need to decorate the library too,” you softly say. 

“I meant the chocolate candy,” your alpha nips at your earlobe. “Do you need a hand? I’m helpful. You know that.”

“You are not helpful, Sam,” he grumbles at your words. “You are a distraction, alpha. If you are so close, I can’t focus on the chocolate candy. Let me finish this and we can wrap the gifts together.”

“No…no,” Sam says; all too eager to help you. “I can wrap the gifts alone. You can finish the chocolate candy. Dean is out for the last grocery run before the holidays. I just hope he brings more than pie and beer.”

“I made a list, Sam,” you coo. “Dean will bring all the things we need to have a nice holiday. And beer.”

Sam chuckles. “Do not forget the pie.”

“I’ll make him a homemade pie for Christmas. You know that.”

“Hmmm…” Sam nods. Any other alpha would be jealous if their omega dared to make food for another alpha. “I hope he’ll make it up to you, baby girl.”

“He’ll babysit our pups,” you run your hand over your grown belly. “He’s excited to become an uncle. Dean was a big help when we decorated the nursery and I want to give a little love back.”

“But only a little love,” Sam purrs in your ear. “The rest belongs to me, and our pups.” A deep rumble emits from Sam’s chest, and you know, he’s a little possessive today. “Right?”

“All my love belongs to you and our pups. Dean just gets a little love too. He’s like a grumpy big brother to me. Dean is family to me.”

“I know,” Sam pecks your hair. “I’ll get the decoration and start wrapping the gifts. Holler if you need me, omega. I’ll be there.”

“Y/N. Baby girl!!” Sam desperately calls for help. “I need your help.”

“What happened?” you waddle inside the library only to see Sam fight with the Christmas wrapping paper. He grunts and curses as he tries to wrap one of the many gifts you bought for Dean, Jack, Castiel, and your friends. 

“Sam? Sammy? Alpha,” his head snaps toward you and he huffs. “What happened? Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know how to wrap a gift,” he grumbles. Sam hates to admit he’s bad at something. 

“Aw, baby,” you smile softly, “that’s alright. You are good at so many other things. Let me help you.”

“Uh-I decorated the library,” he looks around the library, frowning as it’s still a mess. “Or...I tried.”

“That you did,” you stand on tiptoes to peck his lips. “How about I lend you a hand and we can decorate the rest of the bunker.”

“Guys, I’m back home,” Sam huffs as his brother walks into the library, two paper bags in his arms. “Whoa, what happened here?” Dean smirks as the library is a mess. 

Decorations lie plastered all over the place. There is a broken snowman on one of the shelves. Sam even managed to put one of the Christmas stockings high up on one of the shelves no one but him can reach.

“Sam decorated the library, and we want to wrap the gifts. Do not try to peek at the gifts, Winchester. You’ll not see your gift before Christmas,” you point a finger at Dean. “Put the groceries in the kitchen. You can help us decorate later.”

“I won’t let you see the gifts I bought for you neither,” Dean pouts. “I already wrapped them.”

“Let me guess,” Sam smirks. “You used newspapers to wrap the gifts.”

“No,” his brother snarls. “I stole some of Y/N’s Christmas wrapping paper. The nicer one. You know, the one with candy canes. Dean proudly puffs his chest. “Top that bitch!”

“I will, jerk!” 

And this is how the yearly gift-wrapping competition between Sam and Dean started…

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[seiya-starsniper]

secret moments (shut in the heat of the afternoon) - Dreamling (AO3)

Rating: Explicit | Status: Complete | Chapters 1/1 | Words: 2K

Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics,Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Post-Coital Cuddling, Possessive Alphas, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dream is still figuring out if he wants pups or not, In the meantime he unlocks some new kinks unintentionally, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Domestic Fluff

Summary:

Having a heat partner, Dream realizes, makes everything about his constitution so much more enjoyable.

A short PWP set during Dream's heat in A Dream for a Viscount. They're horny and domestic and in love.

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My fourth work for @dreamlingforukraine, thank you for your support @mallory-x!

I had a ton of fun writing this and it actually helped me a lot with my writer's block for the next part of this series so BIG EXTRA THANKS for that 💖💖

Thanks @honeyteacakes for beta reading too! 💖💖

I'm accepting commissions in exchange for charity, see my Creator Post Here. Despite the naming convention, I'll accept both Dreamling and non-Dreamling commissions!

Edit: I'm no longer accepting commissions but please check out the blog to see who is!

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This fic is also being used as part of my @dreamlingbingo card for Square C1: Hand Feeding.

Also, because I can, I'm gonna tag #JulyKinkFest2023 since this does fill today's prompt for begging ;)

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Fandom-Free Bingo | Challenge

Hey, this is my “Fandom-Free Bingo Frosty Edition”-Masterlist, hosted by @fandom-free-bingo.

I will fill the squares from time to time, but when you have ideas/wishes/requests let me know and don’t hesitate to write it in my ask-box.

The oneshots could include Fluff, Smut and Angst, please read the warnings before you read the oneshot. You’re responsible when you decide to read it. But when you do have fun reading it.

In my main Masterlist you can find the characters I write for, I will include some more in a while. I work with a taglist, if you want me to tag you then let me know there.

N.t for no title yet, n.o for no character yet.

Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

Fluff ❤️ | Smut 🔥 | Angst 🍂 | Dark: 🖤

B1 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Whumper turned Whumpee

B2 | Already Mine Part two | Bucky Barnes | ❤️🔥🍂

Prompt: Stripped

After the first time together and the confessing of your feelings the two are in a relationship. When the morning sickness starts and your period isn’t there in time you do a pregnancy test.

B3 | Late night conversations | Bucky Barnes | ❤️🍂

Prompt: “I couldn’t sleep.”

When you go to the roof you didn’t know Bucky would be there as well. You join him and the tension between you two leads to conversation you didn’t know you would have with Bucky.

B4 | Already Mine | Bucky Barnes | 🔥

Prompt: Multiple orgasms

Bucky and you are fake dating for a mission, when the two of you are out for dinner you tell him about your planned date with someone. But Bucky isn’t really happy about it and makes sure to show you that you’re already his.

B5 | Be quiet | Andy Barber | 🔥

Prompt: Semi-private sex

Andy and his colleagues go out for dinner and you are allowed to join them. But before you are there your Husband shows you a new toy he bought for you. So you’re sitting in the restaurant with your husband, his colleagues, a vibrator stuck between your walls and Andy has the remote for the little toy.

I1 | Alpha and Omega | Steve Rogers

Prompt: Nipple play

You give your Alpha the first taste of your talented tongue.

I2 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Exes hook up

I3 | Adoption Part 2 | Steve Rogers | ❤️

Prompt: Shoulder kisses

After Eva asked Steve to adopt her and he happily said yes, you’re inside with your friends and family to finally tell them about the adoption.

I4 | ‘Til the end of the line | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | ❤️🍂

Prompt: Whumper turned Caretaker

After another sleepless night and some stories about Steve and Bucky, they find him and Bucky can confess the feelings he has for Steve.

I5 | Dinner, Flirt and Jealousy | Bucky Barnes | 🔥

Prompt: Clumsy flirting

Steve likes to flirt with you, but you always feel Bucky looking at you when his best friend is near you. When he has the change during a dinner to have you for himself, he confesses his feelings and makes you his.

N1 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Love letters

N2 | The Winter Soldier | Bucky Barnes

Prompt: Tracing scars

The Winter Soldier is often in lab with you for new experiments for the super soldier serum. But this time you talk, about him and about your feelings.

N3 | Treated like a queen | Bucky Barnes| ❤️🍂

Prompt: Soulmate is best friend

Steve cheated on you, and even when he tries to apologise, you can’t look at him the same way after knowing he just fucked someone else. Luckily your best friend is always there and knows how to treat his doll right.

N4 | Rainy day | Andy Barber | ❤️

Prompt: “I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s a rainy day and when your fiancé comes home from work he just wants to cuddle with you.

N5 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Exploitation

G1 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Hairs standing up on the back of your neck

G2 | Dick pic | Bucky Barnes | 🔥

Prompt: Wiping away tears

Bucky really wants your attention, and with his bratty side he always knows how to get it, even when he gets punished and isn’t allowed to touch you while you edge him.

G3 | Candy Canes | Bucky Barnes | ❤️

Prompt: “Like I said - I love you.”

Bucky wants to make candy canes with you but while you two make them he confesses his feelings for you.

G4 | Favourite Food | Steve Rogers | ❤️

Prompt: Hidden wound

Steve comes home from his mission, which wasn’t as successfully as they hoped and you prepare his favourite food to comfort him.

G5 | Workouts | Bucky Barnes | 🔥

Prompt: Firefighter AU

You can’t get enough of Bucky’s glistening body after a workout.

O1 | His first taste of you | Bucky Barnes | 🔥🖤

Prompt: “Do you think you’re clever?”

Bucky knows all about you, and now he has finally the chance to make you his and get his first taste of your pretty cunt.

O2 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Bodyguard AU

O3 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Held for Ransom

O4 | My subby Alpha | Bucky Barnes | 🔥

Prompt: Pinned down

Your Alpha needs you really bad and you know exactly how he likes it the most.

O5 | Sick day | Steve Rogers | ❤️

Prompt: “Say please.”

You’re sick and Steve makes sure to bring you everything you need to feel better.

[stuckybingo]

Stucky Bingo Round-Up #28 (April 23rd - 29th)

Don’t forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges! Sign-ups for a bingo card end on April 30th!

Bucky Barnes and the Swimsuit of Doom by theemdash Square filled: O1 - Kink: Lingerie Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Swimming Suits, Sexual Humor, Horny Bucky Barnes, Horny Steve Rogers Summary: When Steve asks Bucky to come with him to the photoshoot for the 2023 Avengers Charity Swimsuit Calendar, Bucky thinks nothing of it. He should have, though. He should have gotten suspicious right then and right there, but instead he was thinking about Steve in a swimming suit. He can't be held accountable for choices made by his dick. Or Bucky and Steve can't control themselves when confronted by tiny swimming suits. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Bucket List's stop by Laevateinn Square filled: I3 - Steve's list Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: moodboard, Bucket List, Steve's list, Flowers, Carnival Summary: Bucky smiled as he looked one more time at the pictures he had printed to display in the apartment. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

Sun by diamantesart Square filled: I1 - Alpha Steve Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Bucky Barnes, Intersex omega, Knotting Summary: Steve takes cares of his omega. Format: Art

Three | One by andrea1717 Square filled: N3 - Free Square (Intimacy) Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: First Time, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst Summary: A few of Bucky's & Steve's first times & one last time through the years. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

(For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This) Act 2: Rising Action by Trinity Square filled: O1 - Peter Parker Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Homophobia, Toxic family dynamics, watermelon Major tags: AU Theatre, lovers to enemies to lovers, Bucky Barnes-centric, Miscommunication Summary: Bucky Barnes hasn't heard from Steve Rogers in 3 years. He'd rather never hear from him again. Too bad he's transferring to Stark Performing Arts University where he'll be forced to take the male-only lead roles with Steve in the school's queer rendition of the play ""Romeo & Juliet"". The close proximity might trigger the pair to rethink and investigate why they hate each other so much, and maybe fall in love again along the way. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

A Moving Target by PoliZ Square filled: I2 - Marksmanship Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Drabble, Avengers as Family, Shenanigans, Competition Summary: Tony discovers Clint, Bucky and Steve doing something ridiculous on the firing range, and he wants in. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

Baby Nat vs Detective Rogers by rya_204 Square filled: O1 - AU A/B/0 Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Mentions of Mpreg Major tags: Fluff, Family Fluff, A/B/O, KId Fic Summary: In his career as a private investigator, Steve had seen many pups ask him about missing parents, but they were fifteen or sixteen years old. Natalia had arrived there to get something back, but he didn't take cases from six-year-olds. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Beating Hearts by SmutConnoisseur Square filled: Adopted square - Kink : Dirty Talk Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: A/b/o, mpreg, rough pregnancy sex, knotting, praise kink, breeding kink Summary: Bucky comes home from work and is reminded why he never wants to leave in the first place. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Destiny by @andrea1717 Square filled: N5 - Revenge Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: Major character death, Moral Ambiguity, Sad with happy ending, emotional hurt Major tags: Alternative Universe, Love, Reincarnation Summary: Bucky and Steve find each other again - somehow. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

[granatkoroleva]

Unforeseen Beatitude

Pairing ⊳ Nomad!Alpha!Steve x Recovering!Omega!Bucky

Word Count ⊳ 2.4k

Warnings ⊳ No Archive Warnings

Rating ⊳ E

Summary ⊳ He looks down at the digital calendar in front of him, falling to his knees, and for the first time since Steve dropped the shield for him, Bucky cries. He doesn`t know how long he stays there, on the floor of his hut, curled into himself, face wet with tears and voice hoarse from asking the impossible over and over.

Tags ⊳Non traditional A/B/O, Explicit Sexual Content, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mpreg, Mentions Of Possible Sterilization, Happy Ending

Square Fills + Prompt ⊳

Stucky Bingo @stuckybingo | Card R40101 |

Ⓞ ② - Touching Foreheads

AllCapsBingo | @allcapsbingo | card AC1094 |

Ⓘ ③ - Nakia

Author's Notes ⊳ Moodboard made yours truly 💜 | AO3 Link | Masterlist

[superbadassnatural]

Home

Summary: Jensen gets a little overprotective when another alpha is around, and Y/N isn’t happy about it. Square filled: Alpha!Jensen (AU bingo) // Cuddling (Dean bingo) Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader Word count: 1,067 Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, overprotective Jensen, pups, pregnancy, fluff, tiny bit of angst A/N: this was written for @spnaubingo​ and @spndeanbingo​. This is my first attempt at writing Omegaverse. After quite some time, I finally grew the courage to post it. Hope y’all enjoy it.

(x)

“Bye, guys,” a forced smile spread across your lips as you walked your friends, Jared and Genevieve, to the door. “Drive safe.”

“Good night, Y/N,” Genevieve blew out a kiss.

As they hopped in their car, you shut the front door. A sigh left your lips, eyes squeezing shut. Taking a deep breath, you turned in his direction. Jensen’s eyes were fixated on the floor; his head bowed, shoulders slumped.

“Was that necessary?” you growled.

“‘Mega, please,” his voice came out in a small tone.

“No, don’t give me that,” you shook your head, stepping towards him. “Jensen, I’m truly ashamed. Why would you do that? It's Jared. He's your best friend. He's a brother to you. All that because of what? Because he touched my knee?”

“I- I just-”

“Nuh-uh, I'm the one talking now. Jared would never do any harm to me or our pups. Never. I get it when you get overprotective whenever an alpha gets near me, but Jared? His mate was right there! There was no reason for you to create a scandal.”

“I didn't mean to.”

“I know, Alpha, I know you didn’t,” your voice softened as you heard the distress in his voice, something you had never heard before.

“I'm gonna apologize to him. I promise.”

“Good, that's the least you should do.”

“‘Mega, I'm sorry.”

“Me too,” you nodded, lips pressed into a thin line. “I'll be in our room.”

The Alpha was left alone with his loud thoughts as you made your way upstairs. You blew out a breath once you reached your room. After changing into an oversize t-shirt, you laid on your side of the bed. The mattress was cold against your skin. Closing your eyes, you reached to your stomach, hand resting on the baby bump. The pups were quiet now.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. Jensen dragged himself over to your shared bedroom. He changed into his pajamas and laid by your side. A content sigh left your lips as the mattress dipped.  

“Jared texted,” he said, green eyes glued to the ceiling. “He said he gets it, and he's not mad. I apologized for being an ass either way.”

“Good,” you said without looking at him.

“You mad at me?” he turned on his side to look at you, his voice pained.

“I was mad at first,” you admitted, turning your head to glance at him. “Then I realized it's not your fault. It's normal for an alpha to get overprotective when their mate is carrying their pups. It's not your fault. And I know that you know Jared would never put our family in harm.”

“Yeah, I know. I trust him with my life.”

“Promise me you'll make sure things are good between you when you see him.”

“I promise, Omega.”

Jensen’s hand reached out to yours, interlocking your fingers.

“You're a bit off today,” he said, and you frowned. “Your scent… It's a bit different. What's happening?”

“I don't know,” you sighed. “Just not feeling so good today. That's all.”

“How are Thing one and Thing two doing?”

“They’re good,” a smile broke out across your face. “They’re a bit quieter now. Spending all day kicking and moving must be tiring.”

“I bet,” he chuckled. “This morning, when you were umm… spooning me, I woke up to some serious kicking to my back.”

A laugh escaped your lips. Jensen shifted in the bed. His hand pulled the fabric of your shirt up, exposing your belly, his face close.

“You troublemakers behave in there,” he said before kissing your skin. You chuckled.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just hold me, Alpha,” you pleaded.

Jensen turned off the bedside lamp and laid on his side. His arm slipped under his pillow as he waited for you to adjust. Slowly, you shifted on your right side, scooting closer to him. His firm chest was pressed against your back, his knees brushing the backs of yours. Slowly, his free arm rested on your waist, a big warm hand splayed out on your stomach under the fabric of the t-shirt. Your lips curled into a smile as you closed your eyes.

“Damn, your feet are cold,” he chuckled.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he nuzzled into the curve of your neck, his beard tickling at your skin. “We’ll get you warm in no time.”

“Can you believe that, in a little over a month, we’re gonna have them in our arms?” you said, voice soft barely upon a whisper.

“Yeah, I'm getting more used to the idea of having our pups here with us. I used to think that it was never going to happen and then it's happening and I, uh, I-”

“You get overwhelmed,” you finished for him, your hand reached for his over your belly.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “It feels too good to be true sometimes.”

“It does,” you smiled. A sudden ripple against your belly startled you. “Someone’s awake.”

“Where?” he asked excitedly.

You moved his hand to the right side of the stomach. A strong kick pushed against your abdomen.

“Oh, I felt that,” he chuckled. “That’s Thing one, right?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“I think he's mad at me for telling him to behave himself.”

“Nah, it's party time now,” you chuckled. “Here goes Two.”

Jensen felt a nudge at his forearm.

“Now’s not the time to party, guys,” the most adorable voice left Jensen’s lips.

“Don't be a party pooper,” you giggled. “They love it when we’re getting ready to sleep so they can wake up.”

“This feels so good,” he said, hand moving along your skin not to miss a single movement of the twins.

“Well, sometimes they get furious and it hurts a little.”

“That's not cool. You guys can't hurt momma,” you chuckled at his adorable tone.

“The other day one of them was having hiccups.”

“How did that feel?” Jensen rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Really weird. I thought something was wrong, and, when I researched, I figured it was just hiccups.”

A yelp left your lips. Jensen stiffened behind you.

“Shit, that one was strong, wasn't it?” his voice was filled with worry as his hand caressed your skin.

“Yeah, it was,” you yawned.

“You should get some sleep,” he kissed the mark on your neck.

“G’night, Alpha,” you mumbled, nestling into his embrace.

“Night, Omega. Sweet dreams.”

I’d love to know what you think of this one! Feedback is what keeps me going. Please, consider sharing your thoughts with me via reply, reblog or ask!

Forevers: @hobby27 @thewinchesterandreidwhore @tatted-trina6 @doozywoozy @mogaruke @babypink224221 @leah-winchester

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[tennessoui]

i really am just so excited for part two of the roadtrip au and knowing it might be from obi-wan's perspective??? seeing obi-wan fawn over anakin while anakin dotes on him?? i'm losing my mind.

hey!!! bless!!!! i know i said it would be part 1, part 2, part 3, but i started writing part 2 and it's like already 2.2k long and they're just in Pennsylvania so i think we should all start thinking of this story as part 1 (finished, posted), ARC 2 (very long, is in segments, depending on what people wanna see and what road trip shenanigans i can think up), and part 3 (tbd)

anyway here's the 2.2k (squick: a/b/o, mpreg)

“Uh, sir? Are you...alright?”

That’s the gas station attendant. Obi-Wan barely resists the urge to thunk his head on the side of the bathroom stall. The only thing stopping him is how absolutely unsanitary it would be, and he already feels dirty enough. He pulls a few more squares of toilet paper from the dispenser and wipes at his mouth.

Of all the pregnancy symptoms he hates, he thinks morning sickness is the one he hates the most. And it’s the one that seems to be, for some reason, sticking around the longest.

He’d never even known how much of a misnomer morning sickness is, but it’s not like it’s only happening in the morning. He’ll feel nauseous halfway through the day, mid-afternoon, early evening.

His doctor and close friend at the hospital, Bant, had assured him this was normal and nothing to worry about. But it’s hard not to worry about it, especially when he lives with an Alpha who worries about everything.

“Just fine, thank you,” Obi-Wan says politely as he flushes the toilet and leaves before he can watch his breakfast spiral down and disappear. That’ll only make him feel even more sick.

The girl wrings her hands as she watches him wash his, and he has to take pity on her. She can’t be older than eighteen. “Morning sickness,” he tells her, placing a hand on the virtually unnoticeable swell of his belly.

“Oh!” she says. Obi-Wan fights the urge to grimace when he sees her eyes dart down to his unmarked neck. He knows how it looks. He knows how it sounds. “Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to--”

“It’s quite alright,” he says. It’s not, but it is. Obi-Wan doesn’t want to have this conversation, doesn’t want to talk to this girl anymore. They’re passing through a small town in central Pennsylvania. He’s a pregnant, unmated, thirty-eight year old male omega. A rarity. A talking point. He doesn’t want to talk to her, he wants--

There’s a loud knock on the door to the bathroom. “Obi-Wan? Are you alright? Is there someone in there with you? I thought I heard voices. Obi-Wan? I’m coming in, Obi-Wan.”

Anakin.

Obi-Wan gets halfway through drying his hands before Anakin’s there, crowding him against the sink and nosing at his face and neck.

“Sir, this is a bathroom for omegas only!” the gas station attendant protests, but Anakin growls at her.

As much as the pregnancy has made Obi-Wan lose parts of himself to his Omegan side, it’s been ten times worse for Anakin for some reason. As far as Alphas go, Anakin’s always been a thoughtful, respectful one. Quick to anger, perhaps, but never violent or suspicious.

Now it’s like everyone in the world has done something to personally offend Anakin. Everyone but Obi-Wan.

If he didn’t feel such a burning, unignorable need to get to Seattle, Obi-Wan would have called the whole trip off weeks ago.

But he couldn’t then and he definitely can’t now, not when they’ve both taken the time off of work and Obi-Wan’s let his doctor know he’ll be out of the state and they’re already in Pennsylvania.

He’ll just let Anakin do whatever he needs to do to feel alright with taking a pregnant, unmated omega across the country. It’s not as if it’s a hardship to put up with all the scentings and hugs and looming and protectiveness.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Which just makes Obi-Wan feel even more guilty, the way he’s using Anakin like this. His dearest, closest friend, who is helping him in such an amazing way, and every time he touches him, it’s all Obi-Wan can do to not arch up into the touch.

He wishes he could blame it on the pregnancy hormones, the way his instincts are going haywire to keep an alpha--any alpha--close. But it’s not. It’s Anakin. It’s the fact that Obi-Wan is hopelessly, irreversibly in love with the alpha.

The touches and the scenting don’t mean what he wants them to. It doesn’t mean anything, the way Anakin pushes his shirts and sweaters to Obi-Wan’s chest and watches him put them on. He’s an observant man, his alpha. He knows Obi-Wan likes wearing his scent now that he’s pregnant. It’s comforting.

So even though it doesn’t mean anything at all, the way Anakin’s hands roam over his waist and stomach and hips as he growls at the poor gas station attendant, Obi-Wan has to fight to not push back into the touches, to not scent him in return.

He’s afraid once he does, he won’t be able to stop. The thought of it, of marking the beautiful, strong, virile alpha with his smell, is too addicting to ever risk trying.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just a bit of morning sickness,” he says lightly, touching Anakin’s chest gently. “She was just checking up on me.”

Anakin glares at the girl and starts to herd Obi-Wan out of the bathroom. “Not hers to check up on,” he mutters, hands latching onto Anakin’s hips and guiding him through the aisles of brightly colored chips and candy.

Obi-Wan thinks that for both of their sakes he should remind Anakin that he’s not his to check up on either, but he doesn’t want to, not when he can pretend for a little bit longer.

“I think I would like to lie down in the back for a bit,” he says, holding his stomach. “Just until we get out of this state.”

Anakin agrees immediately, like he knew he would. “Okay, Obi,” he murmurs, opening the car door for him. They’d laid down their suitcases in the wells behind the two front seats, and Anakin had thrown a couple of blankets over the entire area to make a sort of makeshift nest for Obi-Wan to sleep in should he want to.

They’ve only been driving for four hours, but Obi-Wan already wants to. He’s painfully on edge.

He hadn’t understood how hard it would be to convince his hindbrain and body to leave the safety of their apartment, but all he wants now is to nest somewhere safe for him and the baby. It would have been impossible to do this without Anakin.

“Alright,” the alpha says. “Um. Wait. Here.”

He shucks off his sweatshirt, a faded college one that Obi-Wan’s been coveting with his eyes since Anakin had put it on this morning. “Oh, dear one, no,” he forces himself to say anyway. “It’s December. You need a sweatshirt.”

“I’ll turn up the heat,” Anakin holds it out insistently, stubbornly. “Take it, come on.”

Obi-wan can only make himself hesitate for a second more before he’s snatching the soft fabric that smells like sunlight linen honeydew out of his hands and holding it greedily to his chest. “Alright.”

Under the weight of the alpha’s watchful eyes, Obi-Wan crawls into the backseat and curls up with his head diagonal from the driver’s seat. He thinks it’ll be nice to wake up and see Anakin’s profile whenever he wants to without additional shifting.

“Oh shit,” Anakin curses suddenly. “I was going to buy a coffee.” The alpha pauses, clearly torn between going back inside and not wanting to leave the omega alone in the car. But Obi-Wan knows Anakin, and he needs his coffee.

“Oh,” he says as if he’s just remembering something himself, “can you get me one of those bananas on the counter? I think they’re good for babies.”

That, obviously, changes everything for Anakin who straightens instantly. “Bananas are good for babies,” he declares, nodding his head before narrowing his eyes. “Would you...can I lock the door? I won’t be long. Just for safety.”

Obi-Wan blinks and purses his lips to stop his little smile. His alpha can be so silly. Safety. In the middle of the afternoon in rural Pennsylvania. “Okay, alpha,” he agrees before he even realizes that he really shouldn’t be calling Anakin alpha. Especially not when the other man always reacts so strongly to it.

Case in point, he thinks to himself sadly as Anakin’s hand spasms on the car door handle before he slams it and hustles away, almost at a run.

With a long sigh, he flops back down into his nest and squirms until he gets comfortable. There’s a pillow close to his hand that he hugs to his chest when he realizes it’s Anakin’s pillow from his bed at home. It smells amazing, a mix of both of them together.

Ever since he’d told the alpha he was pregnant, Obi-Wan’s fallen asleep in Anakin’s bed more often than not. It’s a comfort thing, one that Obi-Wan feels intensely guilty about. Surely if he keeps being so clingy and whiny and Omegan, Anakin will get sick of him.

And this is just the beginning of the pregnancy. He knows rationally that Anakin loves him as a friend, a brother, but how long is that love going to last if Obi-Wan can’t get a handle on his goddamn hormones? Anakin hadn’t signed up for any of this. It’s not even his pup. How much is Obi-Wan willing to put him through just because he can’t imagine a life without the alpha in it?

Wouldn’t it be the best thing for the both of them to cut their losses now? Bail and Breha had told Obi-Wan he could move in with them for the duration of the pregnancy if he needed to. The only thing that stopped him from saying yes immediately had been the hope that Anakin would be willing to stay with him, keep living with him even after he’d fucked up so much.

And the alpha, by some miracle, hadn’t left, hadn’t moved out. But Obi-Wan can’t shake the thought that he will soon, that this will all get to be too much. Obi-Wan’s omega whimpers at the back of his mind at the idea that one day the alpha will be gone.

The scent of distressed omega fills the car as Obi-Wan feels his bottom lip start to wobble.

Alright, the influx of hormones that are wreaking havoc on his emotions is probably the pregnancy symptom he hates the most. But morning sickness is still up there, too.

He sniffs into Anakin’s college sweatshirt and tries to think happy thoughts. He shouldn’t make Anakin worry about his emotions when he’s already spending so much time worried about his physical health.

How much is Obi-Wan going to take advantage of Anakin’s kindness?

The doors unlock with a beep, signaling his alpha’s return to the car.

It doesn’t take Anakin even a second to catch onto Obi-Wan’s recent spiral of emotion, but at least he won’t know why unless Obi-Wan tells him.

“Obi?” he asks frantically, as soon as he opens the car door. “Obi, are you alright? Did something happen? Did someone see you--?”

“Put the coffee down before you spill it,” Obi-Wan instructs after peeking out of his sweatshirt haven. “I’m alright, Anakin. It’s just the hormones. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Anakin shakes his head. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

The statement pulls a wry smile from Obi-Wan. “Oh, I can think of a few things,” he murmurs, touching his belly with a pointed, gentle hand. Before Anakin can say anything about that, he continues quickly. “I was just wondering about something, I’m fine, really. Really.”

And then, knowing he shouldn’t but also knowing it’ll distract Anakin enough from this line of questioning, he tilts his head back to expose his neck and says, “Can we drive, alpha?”

The coffee cup still clutched in Anakin’s hands bursts open under the force of his grip. He really should have put it down.

Anakin curses up a storm as he shakes the hot liquid off of his skin, and Obi-Wan sits up worriedly. Anakin was bothered so much by Obi-Wan calling him that that he accidentally hurt himself. No more, the omega resolves. He can take a hint.

“Are you alright?” he asks, grabbing at Anakin’s hand to examine the red skin.

“I’m fine!” Anakin yelps, jumping away. “I just--I’m just going to go wash this off. Um. And get more coffee.”

He slams the door shut, and Obi-Wan wilts as he watches him go. He can’t even follow after him because Anakin’s locked the doors with his car key. He’s done enough already.

“Oh baby,” he tells his stomach. “I don’t think I’m ever going to have that alpha figured out.”

The baby is still and, of course, silent, but Obi-Wan takes comfort in their presence anyway. They can’t leave him. Not yet, at least.

Gingerly, he maneuvers his way out of his nest so he can reach his messenger bag he’d left in the foot of his passenger seat. It takes some finangling, but finally he’s able to fish out his headphones. As he resettles into his nest, surrounded on all sides by Anakin’s scent, he notices the bunch of bananas thrown in the driver’s seat.

Obi-Wan snorts at his silly alpha, but can’t deny that he’s touched at the same time.

It’s extremely easy to find the track he wants to listen to, what with how often he listens to it these days. Sometimes, it’s the only thing that can get him to fall asleep.

He pulls up the downloaded homemade album Anakin had given him for Christmas four years back. When he presses play, his alpha’s deep melodic voice spills into his ears.

“Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote, the droghte of March hath perced to the roote…”

Of course he can’t be sure, but he’s fairly certain he’s asleep by the time Anakin comes back to the car.

[jawritter]

Born Under The Wrong Sign

Part 1

Summary: Dean Winchester, hunter, killer of Gods, demons, and monster, was born as an Omega. It never felt right, and he wants a change of biology. After all, just cause it's what we're assigned, it shouldn't identify who we are...

Pairing: Omega!Dean Winchester x Alpha!Reader

Written For: @spnkinkbingo​

Square field: Omegaverse

Word Count: 1833

Beta’d By: @miss-nerd95​! Thanks again hun!

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics​

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Identity Crisis? ABO Dynamics, smut, unprotected smut, mention of past abusive parents. John’s A+ parenting,  knotting, dirty talk, language, talk of sex change and presentation changes. Some self hate. I think that’s about it.

A/N: This is the first fic I’ve ever written like this one, even for ABO, and even though I’m sure they’re out there I’ve never read one quite like it. So, that being said, I’m pretty nervous about throwing this one out there for you guys! So I really do hope you enjoy it! Feedback is golden! Please do not copy my work! This is part 1, part 2 will drop later this week!!

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Being a hunter was hard, regardless of anyone's presentation. 

Dean had it a bit harder than most. It was bad enough when your father was John fucking Winchester, but if you were also born with the rare presentation of Omega, and you were a male on top of that, well, life was definitely not going to be in your favour. 

Dean had been able to hide his presentation from his father for the most part. He had presented late. He was already 19, and only just an year ago had endured his first heat, which nearly scared him to death because he had thought he was a Beta up until that point. 

Suppressants thankfully helped in keeping his scent from his Alpha father and Sammy was usually at Bobby’s most of the time. It was a lot harder to hide things from his little brother because he was with him 90 percent of the time, and had a knack to call him out when Dean was hiding something. 

Why couldn’t he just be born a Beta? Hell, nothing was better than this, was it.  

Male Omegas were rare, very rare, and usually went unwanted and almost never found a mate. It was almost impossible to find an Alpha female, because they were almost as rare as an Omega male and Dean had never been with a man before. It scared the fuck out of him that one day he might have to do just that in order to survive a heat. Then throwing pups into the equation with the life he lived and a not so supportive father? Fuck… This was bad, and he had to hide it and fight his biology as long as possible. 

The night John found him in heat in a Denver motel room when he was only 22 years old was a night he tried to respress. John had been so...angry. Dean thought he was going to beat him to death; he was so angry. How could the son of John Winchester be a Beta after all? That was unacceptable. 

It took almost a year for his father to look him in the eye again, and he had to work extra hard to prove that he could still follow orders, and could still hunt. It took him even longer to prove that his Omega presentation didn’t make him weaker than the Alphas they hunted with as well, and that he could hold his own. 

Dean was larger than any male Omega they had ever seen, and that was a good thing.  It meant John could hide the fact that his son was an Omega from other hunters. He was also just as strong as any Alpha male, and could carry himself with the same dominating demeanor when he needed too. It was a prodigy of being a child of war really. Cause that’s what this was, wasn’t it? War? 

Years after John’s death, when Dean was around 35, he met you. 

At first, he thought you were another Omega because you were too small and petite for an Alpha. That was until he caught your scent anyway. It threw him into an immediate heat, and he knew you were his. You took a little convincing, but after a while you came around to claiming your Omega. It was the first real knot Dean had ever taken, you made sure to keep his claiming mark low, because an Omega male hunter around other hunters was probably the equivalent of a black spot on a pirate. They would surely stop respecting him, if not kill him. 

For years now, whenever Dean’s heat would come close, the two of you would go and hide away in one of Bobby’s old cabins so that you could take care of your Omega, and he’d be safe during his heat. 

Pups were not an option for a hunter, regardless of whether the Omega was male or female. It just wasn’t wise. Dean was absolutely not for having pups, being knotted was nothing more than a means to an end for him, and he worked extra hard to keep up with all birth control. You even made sure to take it yourself, because being a female Alpha, you still oddly ran the risk of pregnancy, even if it were rare and a lot harder than it was for Dean to get pregnant, with him wanting no slips whatsoever. It was just too dangerous. 

Normally you got through Dean’s heat without much trouble, in fact you enjoyed your time during them with him. It was the only time Dean would ever let his guard down and let you take care of him the way an Alpha should of their Omega. 

This time though, it was different. The fever was a lot higher than usual. Dean was a lot more needy, and this heat was long, longer than his average anyway, and even Dean was getting frustrated. 

As you lay on the bed next to him now, your knot still holding his body in place to your own, and your fingers brushing through his sweat dampened hair, you couldn’t help but notice how sad he looked. Honestly, it killed you. You wanted to make it better for him. 

You’d reverse the roles if you could. You really would. You wouldn’t mind being an Omega, because in truth you hated being a female Alpha. There was no respect there as an Alpha, and it was tiring. 

“You know, people are born the wrong genders. Males can sometimes identify as females and vice versa all the time. Do you think it’s possible to be born with the wrong presentation?” Dean asked, his voice low, as if he was ashamed of even thinking of the question. 

You knew how Dean felt about his presentation, but you never would have guessed he would  ask you that question, and for a moment it stumped you. Slowly, as to not hurt him, you withdrew his length from your body as your knot subsided, not bothering to get dressed because you knew he was going to need you again in less than an hour. 

“Dean, I don’t know,” you told him honestly. “I mean, there’s a lot more than hormones and physical attributes that make up your presentation. It’s not as simple as a few operations and some hormone replacement therapy to change your biology. It’s something that’s part of you on a molecular level. I mean, what people who go through those types of changes is anything but easy, and they are damn brave for doing them, but as far as a presentation? I don’t know babe. That seems almost impossible.”

A high pitched whine escaped from his lips before he nuzzled deeper into your hair, and you couldn’t tell if it was his heat making him uncomfortable again, or if he was just that disappointed. 

“If I ever found a way, would you still love me?” he asked, and you felt as if you had been kicked in the face. How could you not love him? He was a part of you. He was your everything, and if he found a way to change his presentation you wouldn’t love him any less if it made him happier. Hell, you’d love to change yours too! So how could he even ask you that question? What had you done wrong for him to think that?

“Dean,” you coo, coaxing him out of your neck where he was scenting you and forcing him to look at you. 

You could see the Omega beneath was already crawling it’s way back towards the surface, and his cock was already twitching against your thigh, so you rolled him over on his back and start licking and kissing your way down his body until you reach his throbbing length, taking him in your hands and pumping him slowly before giving the tip a few kitten licks; reveling in the groan that fell from his lips. 

“I’d love you no matter what presentation you would be. You know damn well I’d love to change mine if I could. How could I hate you. You’re mine. You were literally created for me, and whether I’m calling you Alpha, Omega or Beta makes no difference to me,” you tell him earnestly before taking his length as deep into your mouth as you could, sucking until he was clawing at the sheets beneigh thim. 

“Fuck Alpha! Please! I need your knot,” Dean whimpered as he keened and arched into your touch as you licked your way up his torso to his lips, giving him a taste of himself as you captured his lips in yours before you sunk down on his ready length; swallowing up his little moans as you did . 

“Gonna take good care of you Omega, and after this heat is over, we will see what we can do about that presentation problem. I promise.”

Dean's groans and grunts turned into a deep moan as you started to ride him earnestly, rising and falling on his cock at a faster pace with each passing minute. You ran your fingers over the pebbled skin of his chest as goose bumps arose with every wave of pleasure that racked through his body. God he was so beautiful, it was almost painful. 

“You like that, baby,” you purred, leaning down long enough to run your tongue over his claiming mark, making him keen and grip your lips bruisingly. “Like the thought of me spread out real pretty for you, begging for your knot.”

“Fuck Alpha,” Dean cried, shuddering underneath you as you slowled your hips to an agonlizingly slowly roll over his, teasing him, and dragging out his release before your knot could lock you together again. 

“Bet you do like that don’t you? Bet you would love to have fucking spread open on your knot, milking you and letting you fill me with your pups; calling me a good little Omega.”

Dean’s orgasm raced through his body as he cried out, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as your knot locked the two of you in place, and your own release made you breathless. 

You helped Dean ride out his high, and when he fully came down, he slid the two of you on your sides so that you could lay there comfortably until you were able to release him. 

“I love you Dean, I always will,” you promised him. “When this is over, I'll do everything in my power to fulfill my promise.”

Dean nuzzled into your hold, and you could feel his body instantly start to cool as his heat finally waned, allowing him to fall into an almost immediate sleep. 

People should be identified by their genders, they should have the right to say when something feels off or different. Why should Dean and yourself be subjected to a biology that you don’t belong to. 

There had to be a way, and you wouldn’t stop until you found it.

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Girl’s Got You Down - Pt 2

Square Filled: Meddling Best Friend Ship:  Spencer Reid x Reader Rating : Teen A/N: I really wanted to do more with this (original) One-shot,  and now i have the idea for it.  So buckle up for the angsty roller coaster that this will inevitable be!  And enjoy Warnings: Pregnancy, Pregnancy complications, domestic Argument Summary: The FBI’s BAU and SVU is teamed up against a serial rapist and murderer the press is calling the Omega Butcher.  But when you fall pregnant you must take a step back from catching him and giving peace to his victims. Word Count: 940 Created for @spencerreidbingo

“Agent Hotchner, I’ve got my notes on that file you wanted.”  You said as you scurried into the bullpen trying to get Hotch’s attention.

“I thought you told Reid you weren’t coming to the office anymore?” Derek asked as he jumped up from his desk and came to get the bags you were carrying.

“I know, but I really needed to get out of the house, and Hotch needed these files, and then I was thinking about the taco truck around the corner,”  You rambled as he took your things and practically pushed you into a chair.  Your feet were sore and your back hurt and sitting was a relief as you put a hand on your swollen belly and sighed loudly.  “Do you think Spencer would be mad at me if I got a taco?”

“I think he’d be more upset that you called him Spencer,”  Derek teased as he knelt in front of you and wiped a tear off your cheek.

“I think he’d be more mad that you were here when you should be at home on bed rest,”  Hotch said as he got close enough to you not to shout.  “You could have emailed me these reports.”

“You gotta learn to take it easy, little momma,”  Derek said as he stood and moved to his chair next to you.  You stuck your tongue out at him.  He knew how much you hated being teased about how big your belly was in comparison to your height.

“I really needed you to understand some of my notes, about the Butcher,”  You said seriously as you turned to face Aaron.  “Also since I’m here, I thought I could help interview the witness you found.”

“No!”  The men said in unison and you looked at them a little doe-eyed.

“Listen, you’re not a field agent and you’re on sick leave.  You really shouldn’t be in the bullpen,”  Hotch said looking around the room.  “Spencer shouldn’t even be giving you details about this case.  Your insight is invaluable, and I understand that you want to help these girls.  But you need to step back.  You’ve got to look out for yourself, okay?”

“Yeah.  Derek?”  You said knowing they were just trying to look out for you.  “Will you help me stand up and get tacos?”

“I thought you were only going to have one?”  Derek asked with a cheesy smile.

“You weren’t fooled like when I said I was going to have a baby and it ended up being two right?”  You said grinning.

“What are you doing here?”  Spencer asked as he got out of the elevator.  Morgan had one arm around your back as he helped lift you from the chair, and you about peed yourself as you jumped the rest of the way.  Your face must have looked like that of a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar, and were so embarrassed.

“We were just going to get some lunch,”  Derek said easily, as Hotch worked to look less concerned for the way that you had moved.

“I know I said I would stay home, but I-”  You floundered uselessly for a reason that he wouldn’t be upset with.

“I asked her to bring me her notes so that we could interview the witness in the Omega Butcher case,”  Aaron said as he straightened his jacket and turned to look at Reid.

“Why didn’t you ask me to bring them in?”  Reid said.  He wasn’t one to act very mad, but you could hear the quiver in his voice.  He was scared and it made him mad.

“I wanted to interview the witness,”  You admitted.  It hurt your pride to have to admit to lying to your boyfriend but the truth was the only way you were going to get out of this mess.

“And she wanted tacos,”  Derek added.

“I wasn’t gonna tell him that part,”  You leaned over and whispered to your friend.  Reid looked at you and over at Derek and Hotch.  He huffed loudly then stormed away from where you were.  You felt the tears start to leak down your cheeks and blinked futilely.

“I’m sorry for getting you guys mixed up in this,”  You whimpered.

“It’s okay.  Hotch, I’m gonna drive her home,”  Derek said helping to get you out to your car.  Your stomach had soured and you didn’t want the tacos anymore.

“What are you doing?”  You mumbled groggily as the light was turned on in your bedroom.  You head rummaging and finally adjusted to the brightness enough to see Spencer frantically packing clothes into a bag.

“I’m gonna go home for a night,”  He said simply.  You choked back a sob.  You noticed the time on the clock and it was almost midnight.  Based on Spencer’s clothes he had just gotten back from work and now he was going to leave.

“Please don’t leave,”  You cried softly.  “I need you.”

“No, you don’t need anyone.  You can have kids and work and do everything on your own.  You just needed me as a sperm donor!”  He shouted at the end as he stuffed a shirt into his bag a little too hard.

“That’s not true,”  You sobbed.

“I just need some space.  I’ll work things out and then we will figure out what is going to work for us,”  He said very calmly.  He zipped his bag and walked out the door.  You did your best to curl into a ball and cried for what felt like hours.

It was still dark when you started feeling the twinges between your hips and knew something was wrong.

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[sapphireginger]

Title: Heart of a Hero: Chapter #3

Pairing: Steo [Stiles Stilinski + Theo Raeken]

Rating: Mature

Word Count:  2,845

Warnings:

Minor Character Death (Briefly Mentioned) Mpreg Off Screen Childbirth

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Summary:

The healing isn’t hard physically, although Luka hates that he can’t play soccer yet. He’s very sulky about it and Stiles understands. It’s probably why the omega got his son a soccer video game to play to at least give him something close to it. 

Mental healing on the other hand isn’t easy and the stress of it almost leads Stiles to being hospitalized when they have a scare about the baby. After that, Stiles, had managed to do a few shifts, before being put on bed rest for the remaining two months of his pregnancy.

Theo is patient with his mate’s impatience. He withstands the emotional roller coaster lobbed at him every single day and works hard to make sure his mate knows how much Theo loves him.

Created For: @afgomegaversebingo​ / Square Filled: Clothes Sharing

Throughout the night things are pretty calm for the most part and Theo stays awake. He can’t sleep anyway even though he’s exhausted. It’s around two in the morning when his mate suddenly sits up and looks around. He startles when Theo’s hand touches his arm and stares at the appendage as if it offended him before pushing it away and slowly standing up. 

Theo can only watch in confusion as his mate stalks over to the hamper of dirty laundry and starts sniffing each one, searching for something. He doesn’t find it though and after pausing a moment, he whimpers. 

“What is it sweetheart?” Theo whispers. 

Stiles whines and walks over to tug on Theo’s pants and tilts his head to look at the ceiling. Two floors above them is the master bedroom. “Okay. I’ll get them. I’ll be right back.”

With a purr, Stiles scents Theo and curls up around his pups once more. 

It’s a quick trip to the bedroom to retrieve what his mate needs, and Theo is back in the basement in less than ten minutes.

A soft snarl sounds but it’s a happy purr that releases any tension the alpha felt. Long arms stretch out and snag the shirts as Stiles sets about settling more of his instincts. 

Luka is soon naked except for boxers but then Stiles growls and removes those too. He slips one of Theo’s shirts from the pile, gets his scent all over it and then puts the shirt on his eldest son. The same process is repeated with Leo and then Laiken, all three pups now swimming in their dad’s t-shirts. As soon as the boys are changed, Stiles snarls at the old clothing. Theo quickly removes it and the omega purrs at him. 

Unfortunately, Theo isn’t allowed back in until he too changes once Stiles has changed himself. 

In the process of removing his shirt, Theo startles when a wet feeling hits his stomach, and his abs tighten in surprise. The alpha looks down, his shirt now off and tosses it with the old clothes. With bright red eyes he sees his mate nuzzling and nipping at him. The wet feeling was the omega’s tongue. 

For once, Theo doesn’t resist the manhandling of his omega, knowing that in this state, Stiles is stronger than he is anyway. 

Within a half hour of waking up, all five of the Stilinski-Raeken family members are in Theo’s clothes, doused in Stiles’s scent and once again sound asleep, though much closer together this time.

Theo can admit to himself as he drifts off that he’s grateful for Stiles’s instincts. He hadn’t noticed the scent was bothering him and making him restless until it was removed. Now, he too can rest.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Their routine is pretty much the same for another week, their friends and family coming and going but never interfering. It takes a lot out of Stiles to be so on guard, but Theo doesn’t leave his side unless it’s to get them food and water. He even manages to get his mate to let him bathe their pups. Theo is immensely grateful for Lydia’s insistence on a basement bathroom.

Eight days after returning from the hospital, Stiles’s ears are gone as are his fangs and claws, but his eyes are still glowing constantly.

Leo and Laiken are upset that their brother is sleeping but Theo does his best to distract them.

“Wuka sa’e me, Da,” Leo whispers, looking at his brother. “Why no wake u’?”

Theo tries to smile and pulls his second oldest son into his arms. “He’s resting, pup. He got hurt and has to get better before he can wake up.”

“Bu’ Wuka wake up soo’?”

“I hope so. How about we play a game?”

Leo sniffles and nods. “Otay. I twy.”

Theo nods. “Okay. I spy something…”

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

When the two week mark arrives since the family came home from the hospital, Theo is starting to worry but if anything, Stiles looks like himself once more. He still just isn’t speaking. The omega’s eyes aren’t glowing anymore but it’s like their places are reversed now. Whereas Theo is on alert, Stiles is completely relaxed.

Theo learns why that is at midnight the night of the two week mark. 

“Dad’y?” a voice croaks.

Theo snaps his head towards his mate and pups to see bright eyes staring at Stiles. “Luka,” he whispers.

Luka’s eyes stay on his daddy, and he tilts his head. “You saved me, Daddy.” His voice gets a little stronger. “You’re my hero.”

Acknowledging the fact that Stiles and Luka will always have a stronger bond because of the four nearly five years they had together without Theo sometimes hurts the alpha but, in this moment, the hurt is the last thing on his mind. Especially when Stiles—“My little monkey is okay.” The omega’s voice is raw from disuse, but Theo is too relieved by the fact that his mate is actually speaking to care how it sounds.

The scent of salt permeates the air as Stiles hauls his son into his lap and rocks him back and forth. The tears are in Stiles’s eyes, Luka’s eyes and in Theo’s eyes, eliciting whimpers from their remaining two pups who are still asleep.

Stiles cups Luka’s face and sniffles. “You’re okay.”

“I’m okay, Daddy.”

“I was so scared,” Stiles says, his voice cracking as he starts sobbing and cradles Luka as close as possible. The emotions swirling around them are enough to wake Leo and Laiken. 

Leo is the first to notice the change. “WUKA!!!” he cries out and starts crying as he clings to his brother. 

“Hey, braciszek,” Luka says softly and manages to pull Leo closer. He wraps his arms around Leo protectively. 

“You is otay. Da’dy sa’e you!” Leo says.

Luka smiles softly and winces only slightly when Leo’s head rests against his stomach. “Daddy saved me, you're right. He is my hero.”

Leo’s eyes widen slightly, and he looks up at his big brother with awe. “Wuka?”

“Hm?”

“You ma hewo,” the younger of the two says with a small smile.

More salt joins the scent of the nest as Luka latches onto his brother with a choked off sob. 

Theo moves closer, scooping up Laiken who makes grabby hands for his daddy. Stiles clears his throat and takes Laiken, settling the pup on his hip, his other arm around Luka who now has a lap full of Leo. Amber eyes meet blue eyes, and a quirked brow is all it takes for Theo to join. 

The small family clings to each other so tightly, the knowledge of what they almost lost eliciting more tears, and the relief that the horror didn’t come to pass, overwhelming them. 

By the time the tears slow and the breathing of all five evens out, the sun is just peeking over the horizon. 

That is how Lydia, Isaac, Allison and Jordan find the family. Lydia and Jordan have been taking care of the legalities while Allison and Isaac have taken care of the medical side of things. Erica and Brett are picking up groceries to restock the kitchen and pantry. 

The group of friends even spoke with the fire chief, which resulted in a very worried Jackson and Liam until Isaac had talked to them about what happened. All the bosses are now aware of what happened and gave both Theo and Stiles paid leave. This way, when the family comes upstairs, they won’t have to worry about cleaning, cooking or anything else other than bonding as a family. 

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Ten after their return from the hospital, the five members of the Stilinski-Raeken family emerge from the basement to a spotless house and a kitchen full of groceries, and cooked meals. Their friends had taken care of everything that needed to be done.

Stiles is overwhelmed and immediately calls Isaac. “You are fucking amazing you asshole. I love you!”

Isaac chuckles wetly. “It was my pleasure to help. You know that I’ll always be there to help and right now the last thing you guys need to worry about is cooking and cleaning.”

“This weekend can you guys come over and we’ll celebrate?”

“Of course! It’s important to celebrate Luka’s survival.”

Stiles sniffles. “Definitely. I–” Stiles cuts off and chews his lip. “I’m going to tell them about…”

“About the baby?”

“Yeah,” Stiles whispers, his eyes locked on Theo who nods with a smile. “I’ll talk to you later Izzy. Okay?”

“Okay,” Isaac says. “I love you. Hug my godsons for me?”

“Always. Bye, Izzy.”

“Bye, Kit.”

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

With some homemade lasagna settled in their bellies and the sleepiness brushed from their eyes, Stiles and Theo sit their boys down on the master bed to talk to them.

“What’s wrong?” Luka asks, his fingers carding through Leo’s hair. Said boy’s head is never far from resting on Luka’s stomach protectively.

Stiles sucks in a breath and says, “We almost lost you and I went feral. I couldn’t let you die though and so I-I bit you. At that moment, nothing else mattered to me. When I woke up from that fog of instinct only thinking and acting, I realized that if we had lost you, you never would have known.” His hand rests on his stomach.

Luka notices and gasps softly. “Daddy are you…?”

“Mhm.”

“Oh my gosh,” Luka whispers. He tears up and carefully maneuvers himself towards his daddy’s swollen belly. Theo sits behind Stiles, his hands cupping the swell protectively.

Luka smiles as he places his hand gently next to his dad’s hands. Leo makes a small protest at being jostled but settles, watching curiously. 

“Wha’ ooin’ Wuka?”

“I’m saying hello.”

Leo’s nose scrunches up. “Hewo to who?”

Luka takes Leo’s hand and guides it to Stiles’s stomach. “A baby.”

That makes Leo gasp and sit up with wide eyes. “Dad’y pegnen?”

Stiles chuckles softly at the awe in his son’s voice and the happiness in Luka’s eyes. “Yes. Daddy’s pregnant.”

“Boy or girl?” Luka asks, chewing his lip. 

Theo hooks his chin over Stiles’s shoulder and smiles. “We don’t know yet. Daddy is only about three months along. We have to wait a little longer to find out. What do you think?”

Leo tilts his head. “A ‘oy!” 

Luka pouts slightly but shakes his head. “No. I think it’s a girl. I hope it’s a girl.”

The two mates exchange a knowing look and smile. They’ve known for a while how badly Luka wants a baby sister. Stiles hopes when he delivers, he can…well…deliver.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

The weekend arrives before they know it and things have leveled out pretty quickly. There are still moments when Stiles will pace the halls at night and sometimes, he won’t sleep but it’s getting better.

The time spent with their friends is something the two mates and their pups desperately need. Stiles gets scented repeatedly and both his sister Lydia and his best friend Isaac rarely part from him the entire day.

Stiles learns the shooter was killed and something in the way his mate smiles, tells him just who is responsible for said death. He walks over to the alpha and whispers in his ear. “Did you make him suffer?”

Theo shivers and snarls softly, his arms encircling the omega’s waist. He brings his lips to Stiles’s ear and whispers, “Worse than death and then I gave him that too.”

That night, after the pups are in bed is the first time Stiles feels such a deep, desperate and primal want for his mate since the shooting. It’s rough, fast and perfect, leaving them to collapse in a pile of tangled limbs on their bed after doing a cursory clean up.

Luckily, they manage to put on boxers, thus they are covered when their three children pop into their room before the sun is up. The two mates open their arms, and the children quickly take the opening. Theo and Stiles exchange a soft kiss, kiss the foreheads of their pups and fall asleep.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

The healing isn’t hard physically, although Luka hates that he can’t play soccer yet. He’s very sulky about it and Stiles understands. It’s probably why the omega got his son a soccer video game to play to at least give him something close to it. 

Mental healing on the other hand isn’t easy and the stress of it almost leads Stiles to being hospitalized when they have a scare about the baby. After that, Stiles, had managed to do a few shifts, before being put on bed rest for the remaining two months of his pregnancy.

Theo is patient with his mate’s impatience. He withstands the emotional roller coaster lobbed at him every single day and works hard to make sure his mate knows how much Theo loves him.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

When they get to the homestretch, with only a week left, Luka is able to practice scoring goals in the backyard. Leo watches with loud claps that Laiken starts to copy. Stiles gets to go outside since it’s not too hot and because Theo carried him out.

After everything that happened, the emergency pile up, the fire, the shooting, Luk being shot and the scare of almost losing their unborn baby, Stiles hops and prays there will be no more of such things.

Unfortunately, he got one more thing thrown at him but at least it wasn’t a bad thing. It does push him over the edge emotionally though as he soaks the lawn chair. “Th-The-Th-ALPHA?!” he cries out. 

Theo’s eyes widen and he quickly leaps into action. Within minutes the pups are secure in their car seats. Leo and Laiken are in the backseat. Luka is in the middle seat while Stiles is in the passenger seat and Theo is in the driver’s seat. Soon they are racing towards the hospital. They have a new pup to bring into the world.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Allison cradles Laiken in her arms, the pup having dozed off around hour five. Leo is curled up in Lydia’s lap while Luka matches Isaac’s pacing up and down the hallway. 

Hour twelve arrives and there’s no news yet from anyone but Erica and Brett show up just before hour thirteen. Erica relieves Allison, taking Laiken who blinks up at her sleepily, while Jordan takes over Leo for Lydia, who gets coffee for everyone.

Finally, just after hour sixteen, Theo emerges with a huge smile on his face. “Boys?”

Luka, Leo and Laiken look at their dad with wide eyes, unable to stop their smiles.

Theo gestures for them to come closer, taking Laiken from Erica. “Come meet your siblings.”

None of the adults miss the plural usage and all gape in surprise. Lydia pulls out her phone and immediately starts ordering one more of nearly everything. Erica leans into Brett’s embrace while Allison grins, her dimples standing out, making Isaac go doe eyed. 

They all wait with bated breath for their turn.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

When the boys reach the room, Theo opens the door and Stiles looks up with a soft smile. Luka is the first one into the room, but he hangs back. Leo however walks right up to the bed. 

“Come here, monkey,” Stiles says to his eldest son. 

Slowly, Luka comes closer to the bed and when his eyes alight on the small bundles, one in each of his daddy’s arms, he starts to cry. There, wrapped in pink blankets with pink caps, are two baby girls. 

Stiles smiles, tears slipping down his cheeks. “You have two new baby sisters, boys.”

Luka beams, chuckling wetly and slowly scents them. “What are their names?” he asks softly.

Theo comes closer, settling Laiken on his hip and helps Leo onto the bed. “This little one…” he starts, gently running his finger down the cheek of the baby in Stiles’s left arm. “…is Meadowlark Stilinski-Raken. This little one…” He repeats the gentle caress on the cheek of the baby in Stiles’s right arm. “…is Gwendolyn Stilinski-Raeken.”

Luka carefully joins his siblings on the bed and gasps softly when Meadowlark, who they have nicknamed Meadow, is placed in his arms. He cradles her head like he did with Leo and Laiken when they were born.

Theo helps Leo hold Gwendolyn, whom they have nicknamed Gwen, and while the hospital bustles and people outside go about their lives, time stands still for the family of seven.

Almost a decade ago, Stiles, a hero, gave birth to Luka, a boy with the heart of a hero. Through the loss of a mate bond, an alphaless pregnancy and a reunion of two true mates, through the birth of two more children, through the addition of family by marriage and mating, through the horror and terror of that fateful morning nearly seven months ago, and through every single night and day, up and down, one thing has been consistent.

No matter what they have faced before, face now or will face in the future, nothing will stand against the fierce love of the Stilinski-Raekens and the heart of a hero that they each possess.

[fictionalabyss]

Colder than a witches tit.

Pairings : Alpha!John x Omega!Reader

Word count : 1,279

Written for : @spnabobingo​

Square : Firewood/Cinnamon/Pine

Warning : Snowstorm, freezing, fluff, intimacy, pregnancy.

Written for & Beta’d by : @iflostreturntosteverogers​​

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SPN A/B/O Bingo Round 5 Masterlist.

You’re so buried deep under blankets it’s almost comical. Two of them, and it’s almost not enough. They’re tucked under your feet, pulled up almost over your head, anything to keep out the chill in the air. It’s the dead of winter outside, and apparently that means it needs to be winter in here too.

Fucking cheap motel.

It takes what feels like forever before you finally fall asleep. Soft snores falling from parted lips, your face the only thing currently exposed to the cold of the room. A blast of cold has you pull tighter together in your sleep, balling yourself up as you search for more warmth. You can only just register the door close as you get pulled out of a dream. You hear boots on the floor, a string of curses as your eyes fight to open, and when you do, you see a boot roll to a stop just in your field of view.

“Colder than a witches tit..”

You’re about to smile but the blanket lifting behind you has you squeezing your eyes shut and groaning. Cold hands hit your skin and you all but yelp, pulling away.

But just as he pulls you back, you find yourself wrapped in the scent of him. Firewood, cinnamon and pine. John Winchester smells like warmth, like Christmas by the fire with hot cocoa.

“Heater still broke?”

“Mhm.” you hum in answer, John’s body quickly warming up to match your own body heat. “I told him again this morning but… he said it’ll be a while. On account of the snow storm.”

“Bullshit.” John muttered, burying his face in your hair and scenting you. “I got here fine in the damn snow.”

“You practically drive a monster truck, John.” you chuckled, turning your head to glance back. “You  okay?”

“You feeling better?” John asked, ignoring your question. “Sorry I had to run off on ya-”

“I’m fine.” you chuckled, rolling in his arms to face him and cupped his face. “What’s going on, Alpha?”

“Just making sure you’re okay.” he whispered into the space between you, his eyes closed as he leaned into your touch.

“I promise you, I’m fine.” You smiled softly at him. “But you…” You had hoped he’d open his eyes, but he didn’t. “How’d it go?”

John shrugged in response. “Hunts a hunt.” he muttered. “Just glad to be back home to you.”

“Not home. Not yet.”

John opened his eyes at that, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion. Watching as you pulled away from him, until suddenly he was hit by cold air. “Hey! Woah!” He tried to grab for the blankets, but you giggled as you slipped out of bed, wrapping them around you tight. “It’s fuckin’ cold!”

“Then join me.” you smiled slyly as you sprinted to the bathroom.

John couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, begging to be seen. “Little minx.” he muttered to himself, jumping up from the bed and following quickly.

By the time he joined you in the bathroom, the shower was already running. You had cranked the hot water to make sure you wouldn’t step into an ice shower, then tossed the blankets aside and quickly started to get undressed. John chuckled at how you scrambled out of the layers, bouncing from one foot to the other to get pants, and socks off. The second you were bare, you bolted into the shower, snapping the curtain shut and relishing in the heat as you adjusted the temperature.

John stepped in behind you a moment later, naked and smiling, and you pulled him under the spray. You watched his shoulders relax, his head dip down to enjoy the feel of it on the back of his neck.  When his eyes opened, he saw you smiling softly at him. “Turn.” the command was gentle, and you obeyed, turning your back to him.

He reached for the face cloth that had been hanging on the rack at the back of the tub, and wet it. You felt the cloth against your back and hummed softly at how good it felt. It was warming up in the bathroom, the room filling with steam, and his hands had always felt good rubbing you down.

“I had an idea.” you broke the silence. John didn’t answer, but you knew he was listening. “I was thinking.. He never drained the pool out front.”

“So? Don’t know if you noticed lately, darlin’ but it’s fucking winter out there.” John chuckled. “Ain’t the time for swimming.”

“Not swimming.” you laughed. “Skating. The water’s gotta be frozen, right?” you turned to look back at him. “We can just take the cover off and skate on it.”

“I don’t know- I ain’t much of a skater.”

“But it’ll be the most romantic cheap date you ever had in your damn life.” you smiled brightly up at him.

“We don’t got skates.”

“We can get some. Please, Alpha?”

You gave him a pout and he found himself giving in before he even let out the groan. “Fine.” Your smile was so brilliant and breathtaking, it reminded him of that very first moment he realized just how damn much he loved you.

“Turn.” you commanded, and he obeyed, handing you the face cloth before turning his back to you. You quietly washed his back for a minute or two before you spoke. “You didn’t ask.”

“Didn’t ask what?”

“What it was. What made me sick.” John was about to open his mouth and ask when you answered. “I’m pregnant.”

John spun around, eyes wide as he looked down at you.  Had he heard that right? He couldn’t have, that can’t be what you had said. Pregnant? He’s too damn old for that, too damn old to start all over again. You didn’t say anything, just stared straight ahead at his chest and started washing in small circles like you had on his back. You started to get nervous, he could tell by the way you bit at your bottom lip, your teeth tugging at the skin of it. What did he say to that, though?

“I got tools in the truck.” he started, watching as your eyes flickered up to his with a hint of confusion before looking back to the expanse of his chest. “Fuck waiting for that idiot. I’ll fix the damn heating myself and make him buy your skates as payment for it.” That had your eyes shooting up to meet his, searching them for an answer he wasn’t sure he had for you yet. “You’ll get your ice skating date. And some fucking heat, because this isn’t good for you.” he couldn’t help the way his eyes drifted down to your stomach. He couldn’t see any signs yet, and he didn’t really expect to, but in his mind's eye, he saw it perfectly. Large and swelling with his pup. Beautiful. “Not good for the pup either.”

You smiled at that, visibly relaxing again before using your hands to turn him so his back was to you once again. “Throw an extra 40$ on top of the price. I’m craving burgers.”

John smiled softly at that as you started washing his shoulders. “You always know exactly what I need.” John whispered quietly.

“Of course I do. You’re my Alpha. Sometimes you need me to take care of you. But sometimes, sometimes you just need me to need you, to let you take care of me. There’ll be a whole lot of that with me pregnant, you know.”

“I know. Like I said, you always know exactly what I need.” he felt a soft kiss between his shoulder blades and sighed happily.

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[holylulusworld]

A dream comes true - Kinktober 20

Title: A dream comes true

Square Filled for @spnabobingo​​​​ (Round 6): Breeding Kink

Kink: Pregnancy Fetishism

Ship: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You let Dean’s dream come true.

Warnings: a hint of angst, language, overprotective Dean, cuddling & snuggling, fluff, nesting, pregnant omega, horny dog Dean, breeding kink, light smut, Dean’s PoV, violence, blood

Word Count: 913

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​​​​

Kinktober 2021

<< Part 1

Dean’s PoV

“I said, keep your hands off my mate,” Y/N whimpers in distress behind me. She hates it when I get into a fight. 

Months ago, she would’ve stood her ground and punched that douche’s face, but she’s heavily pregnant and mated to me. It’s my job to protect my omega, our pups and I won’t back down. 

“She looked my way. What can a man do if a nice piece of omega is ready to get bred again,” the bastard dares to smirk at me, eyes still glued to my mate behind my back.

“Don’t you have no shame? Going after a pregnant omega!” I growl like a feral animal, try to make the grinning alpha see he doesn’t stand a chance against me. “Get out of my face or I swear.”

“Alpha,” my mate’s soft voice reminds me I cannot get aggressive right in front of her. “Punch his ugly face,” Y/N says, and I chuckle. Any other omega would’ve held me back, but my girl cheers for me.

Before the guy can open his mouth again, he’s missing three teeth and spits blood. He struggles to stay upright, swaggering slightly when I take another step toward him.

“Not so cocky anymore, huh?” I’m usually not the kind of guy making fun of a weaker opponent but, the alpha had it coming. I push him away from me, making sure there is enough distance between him and my mate. “Stay away from my omega.”

“Dean,” I can hear a low purr leave my omega’s lips and wonder if she got aroused watching me punch that sonofabitch’s face. She wraps her hand around my wrist, squeezing hard. My omega is still freaking strong, a fighter like me. “Let’s go home. You fought well and won. My strong alpha.”

“Your strong alpha,” I watch my omega place my hand onto her huge belly. She smiles fondly, eyes filled with so much love when she looks up at me. “Only yours.”

“Only mine,” she breathes, pressing a soft kiss onto my lips. I smile back, remembering this is not the dream I didn’t want to leave.

This is real. This is my wife filled with my babies. This is my life now…

“Sweetheart, look at you,” I run my hands up and down her back while my hips slam into her at a pace making her mewl loudly.

Damn me, she’s so beautiful, sexy, and arousing while being pregnant. 

I mean, my omega is sexy and beautiful all the time to me but since she’s pregnant I can barely keep my hands to myself. It drives me crazy that she’s filled with my babies, round and beautiful. 

Y/N glows, her eyes shine, and … Who am I kidding? For the longest time, I imagined getting her full of my pups and marking her pretty neck. Now that she’s finally mine, and full of me, it’s like I’m hard all the time.

“Gonna breed this sweet cunt again…and again…and again,” I slow down a little, try to be gentle, even though, it’s hard to control myself while being inside of her perfect little pussy. “So, fucking good for me. I love to fill your pussy with cum. I will fuck another baby into you when they pop out of you.”

“OH fuck,” she comes with a curse and my name on her lips. Her warmth squeezes me tightly, milks me dry, making me moan loudly. “Dean, so good.”

“Yeah?” I laugh at her comment, but run my hands gently over her back, teasing her with featherlight touches. “How good?”

“Good enough to let you fill me up again, alpha,” she looks over her shoulder, smirking. “I mean we shouldn’t waste your cum.”

“Naughty little omega,” I growl, hands pawing at her hips. “I will fill you so good, Y/N…”

Hours later I’m still wide awake while Y/N is fast asleep. Her head rests on my chest, her right hand placed onto my heart as so many nights before. 

Most of the days I cannot believe my dream came true. That Y/N is here, in my arms and pregnant with my children. 

We are going to be a big happy family soon, and to be honest, Inside I'm scared.

Hell, I'm terrified. 

But sometimes, all an alpha can do is to put on a brave face and pretend he doesn’t fear any monster he hunted years ago will go after his family, his wife … his children.

“Dean?” Y/N whispers, lifting her head to look up at me. “You need to sleep, alpha. I am safe with you, we are safe. This place is the safest in this world. Sam and Cas are out there too.”

“I will sleep later,” I peck her hair, smiling when she takes my hand to place it onto her swollen belly to let me feel our babies kick. “Sweetheart.”

“Dean, we got out of business two years ago. No demon, monster, or entity tried to go after us since then. We are careful, do not stray too far, and always keep an eye open. Now sleep, alpha,” she demands, poking her index finger into my chest. “Our nest is safe, alpha.”

“Yes, it is,” I nod, smiling at my mate. “Sleep, Y/N. Our babies will keep you awake if you do not rest now.”

She falls asleep moments later, seeking my warmth once again.

I don’t tell her I will watch over her sleep a little longer, to make sure they are safe…

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[ofbardsandmonsters]

Fill for square N3 - “free space” for the @stb-bingo. read it on ao3 here

This is fill number 5 for me AND it gives me my first BINGO!!

***

“Do you have your inhaler?”

“Yes.”

“What about the backup inhaler?”

“Ned has it.”

“Did you pack clean underwear?”

“Dad, come on. Of course I did.”

“How many pairs?”

“Dad.”

Tony holds up both hands, smiling at Peter, who scowls back. But Tony refuses to be sorry for worrying about his only son going on his first overnight field trip. It’s been just the two of them since before Peter was even born. And this would be the first time they’d been apart more than a few hours in fifteen years. So even if he wasn’t an omega, Tony feels like he’d be entitled to a little parental panic.

Peter’s phone beeps, and he glances at it before zipping up his backpack and slipping it onto his back. “Ned and his parents are here.”

The elevator opens without prompting, and the two Starks ride it down to the ground floor. Tony can see the Leeds’s car sitting at the curb, and Ned jumps out of the car as soon as they approach. The two boys perform some complicated handshake that even Tony’s genius brain can’t follow. He rolls his eyes, smiling fondly at the boys’ obvious bond, and goes around to the driver’s side to finalize details for picking up the boys at the school in a couple days with Ned’s father.

He’s standing on the curb with his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, watching the Leeds’s car drive away, when his assistant Darcy comes up beside him. The beta’s got a tablet in her hands, a sight that always means it’s time for him to actually do some work. And with Peter gone for the next several days, she won’t be letting Tony get away with using him as an excuse.

“Kiddo all packed off? Gonna be weird without him underfoot.”

Tony snorts. “You love having him underfoot. You spoil him almost as much as I do.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course, Miss Lewis. My mistake. What’s on my agenda for this morning?”

Darcy follows him back into the tower, pulling open his schedule on her tablet as they walk to the elevator. “You have three meetings before lunch. R & D requested you for a demo at 2:30. Tonight is your monthly visit to Maria Stark House, Colonel Rhodes is meeting you there at six to help serve dinner.”

The last item on the agenda makes warmth spread through his chest. He had established the Maria Stark House for Omegas during his pregnancy with Peter, and once a month he goes over to help cook and serve dinner to the residents and their children. Most of the men and women living there have been recently separated from their alphas, whether by death or by choice, and have no support system to catch them. Many are in various stages of pregnancy, and some come with small children clinging to them. The Maria Stark House provides support and housing either until the baby is born or until they’re back on their feet.

It’s his pride and joy, other than Peter of course.

As he and Darcy approach his office, Tony can see a tall figure in what appears to be military dress through the frosted glass of the windows. “Darcy, why is there someone in my office already?”

“That would be your 8:00. The new army liaison? He’s been waiting a little while, but I told him you had a personal matter that needed attending to and he seemed perfectly content to wait.”

Tony groans, dropping his head back to stare at the ceiling before scrubbing his hands over his face. “Rhodey just had to go and get that promotion. Couldn’t be happy spending the rest of his career as our liaison.”

“Do I need to remind you how much you cried at the ceremony? I’m sure I could get JARVIS to project the video on the nearest wall if you just—”

“Nope! No, I’m good, thank you Darcy. But you know how I feel about the military. Bunch of puffed up alpha assholes with an overinflated sense of importance.” Obviously his assistant didn’t know the full story behind Tony’s disdain for anyone in a uniform that wasn’t Rhodey, but she understood nonetheless.

“I’m well aware of your feelings, Tony. But if you want to continue providing tech and armor and medical supplies to the military, then we need a liaison. Just go in, get to know the guy a little, and then I’ll swoop in and save you and send him on his way. Okay?”

Tony sighs, deflating a little as he nods.

“Good. Now, before you go in there, hold still.” Tucking her tablet under one arm, Darcy steps into his space to straighten his tie and smooth out wrinkles in his jacket that only she can see. Then she slides her fingers into his hair to tousle the silvering strands. She steps back with her hands on her hips, admiring her handiwork before nodding in satisfaction.

“Want to tell me what that was about, Miss Lewis?”

“Captain Hottie in there is an entire buffet. And you’ve been starving for way too long, boss man.”

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at the younger beta. “Darcy, I cannot sleep with our liaison. Pepper would string me up by my toes, and Peter is too young to be without a father. Besides, no hotshot army alpha is going to want to waste his time on an aging omega with a teenager.”

“You’re not aging, Tony, jeez. You’re thirty-five.” Darcy’s blue eyes soften, and she reaches out to squeeze his arm. “Look, I know Peter is your entire world, yadda yadda yadda. We all love him. But you deserve some happiness too.”

Before he can respond, she turns him around and nudges him toward his office door, slapping his ass with a resounding crack. “Now, go get ‘em, tiger!”

He glares at her over his shoulder, watching her stalk off on her criminally high heels, probably on her way  to torture some poor unsuspecting interns. When she disappears around the corner, he turns back to his office and takes a fortifying breath. Whoever this guy is, Tony isn’t going to let himself be intimidated. He’s Tony Stark. And Stark men are made of iron.

The door opens silently as he steps inside. “Sorry to keep you waiting, captain. I had something that needed to be sorted and it couldn’t wait, so I—”

The other occupant of the room turns around, and it feels like time stops. Between one breath and the next, Tony’s twenty years old again, a positive pregnancy test in his pocket and excitement to share the news with his alpha swelling in his chest. Excitement that dies a swift and fiery death just minutes later when the alpha breaks his heart and walks out the door.

The very same alpha standing across from him in full military dress, hands in his pockets, shifting nervously.

“Hey, Tony.”

Even after all this time, Tony still knows Steve Rogers’s face better than his own. How could he ever forget, when he’s spent the last fifteen years seeing those features reflected in his son’s face? A son that he’s spent nearly two decades raising alone.

Tony does the only logical thing.

He bolts.

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Darcy finds him twenty minutes later in the hidden corner of his workshop that only a select few people have access to. He hears the click of her heels first, before she comes around the corner and inputs her code. The glass doors to the restricted area slide open, and she spots Tony easily where he’s sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, knees tucked up to his chest. She crouches until they’re eye to eye. He’ll never figure out how she manages to execute a perfect squat in those heels.

“Hey, boss. Did the meeting with Captain Hotpants go that bad? JARVIS said you turned tail and ran almost immediately. What gives?”

Tony drops his head against his knees, trying to hide the way tears have started to gather in his eyes at just the mention of Steve. But he knows Darcy’s not going to let it go, and no one else sees through his lies and misdirects the way she does. So he tries to form some kind of coherent response, but all that comes out is, “Peter’s father.”

“What does that worthless nothing have to do with this?”

He clears his throat, gathering his courage to actually look his assistant in the eyes. “It’s him. The-the guy. The liaison, it’s… he’s Peter’s father.”

Darcy rears back like he just punched her in the gut, and she stares at him in wide-eyed shock for a minute. Her features soften as she shifts onto her knees and reaches out with both hands to grip his shoulders. “Oh, Tony. Wow, what a shock. That is some kind of wild—”

A strange look crosses her face before she picks her tablet up off of the floor and starts scrolling through it. As she reads, Darcy’s face slowly changes from confused to startled before her pretty features twist into a mask of rage. It’s a look Tony very rarely sees on her face, and it makes him sit up straight.

“Darcy? What is it?”

He hears a low growl, and that’s how he knows she’s really pissed off. Betas don’t growl like omegas and alphas do, not unless they’re pushed over the edge. His instincts kick in, helpless against the clear distress of someone he cares about, and soft soothing noises emanate from his throat.

It takes the younger woman a few minutes to compose herself, but eventually her scent shifts from furious to simple anger. She takes a breath, and then hands Tony the tablet. It’s open to the file on Steve they’d received from the army rep that had arranged the appointment to SI military liaison. He browses it, but nothing that could explain her anger pops out. When he looks back up at her, confused, she taps on a note at the bottom.

“He requested this position. I didn’t think anything of it when I read the file the first time, just assumed he was a career guy who was sick of combat and wanted something more cushy. And the rep said he thought Rogers was a perfect candidate. Tony, if I thought for even a second that he had an ulterior motive I would have made sure he couldn’t get within even a thousand feet of the building, I swear.”

Tony doesn’t respond at first, too busy reading and rereading the rep’s note. Captain Rogers entered his own name into the running for this assignment before we could even gather a list of acceptable candidates, but it is my personal opinion that he would make an ideal candidate for army liaison. Why in the hell had Steve suddenly decided he wanted a position that would force him to work alongside the omega he had abandoned fifteen years ago?

He was damn sure going to find out.

“JARVIS, is St… Captain Rogers still in the building?”

“Yes, sir. Captain Rogers is still in your office.”

“Good, keep him there.”

He pushes off the wall and stands up, Darcy following with a whole lot more grace, and he hands her back the tablet. She watches him straighten his jacket and do his best to smooth out his hair that’s gone wild from the number of times he’d run his fingers through it.

“Tony, are you sure it’s a good idea to confront him right now? You’re upset, and I don’t need the entire building gossiping about another one of your shouting matches with an alpha.”

“I’m good, I’m fine. I’m going to walk in there, calmly, ask him what his game is and then tell him to get the fuck out. Piece of cake.”

Darcy’s entire face practically screams how much she doesn’t believe anything that he’s just said, but she doesn’t try to stop him. What she does is give JARVIS specific instructions once Tony’s out of earshot.

“JARVIS, blackout mode in the boss’s office as soon as he shuts the door.”

“Of course, Miss Lewis.”

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Tony’s entire plan to be calm and mature goes out the window as soon as he walks back into his office and sees Steve standing there.

“Tony—”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Fifteen years, Steve. You walk out of my life like I meant nothing to you and I don’t hear from you for fifteen fucking years, and now you think you can just waltz in here like everything’s cool and just expect me to work alongside you? What the fuck, Steve?”

“No, Tony, that’s not—”

“I thought this was just some weird cosmic coincidence, the universe playing a joke on me. But you requested this position. Why? What the hell is your game?”

“There’s no game Tony, I wouldn’t—”

“Is this about Peter? We didn’t have to go through all this song and dance. I would have let you see him.”

“Peter? Your son, Peter? What does he have to do with—”

“Oh, don’t play stupid, Steve. It’s not a good look on you.”

“Tony, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why would I be interested in your son?”

“Just because you’ve been off playing soldier for his entire life doesn’t mean you get to pretend he isn’t yours.”

Steve freezes, then sits down in one of the plush chairs across from Tony’s desk like he’s a marionette who’s just had all of his strings cut. He’s paler than normal, making his bright blue eyes stand out. “He’s… mine?” Steve’s always been a pretty terrible liar, so Tony knows the shock on his face is real. He sits down behind his desk, feeling similarly off-kilter.

“Of course he’s yours. I haven’t, um… I haven’t been with anyone else since… well, you. Raising Pete on my own was a full time job, I didn’t really have time for dating. He’s not really a secret, so I just assumed you knew he was yours.”

Across from him, Steve slumps in his chair, his gaze going far away. But after a minute or two, he seems to shake himself and he shifts forward, blue eyes locking on to Tony’s. “If I had known, I never would have let you go through all of that on your own, you have to believe me. I… why didn’t you ever say anything?”

Tony sighs, breaking eye contact. “I was going to. The day you… the day you left, I had the test in my pocket. I just… never got the chance. When the media got wind that I’d had a child and the news was everywhere, there was no word from you. So I assumed you wanted nothing to do with us.”

Steve looks stricken, and he scoots to the edge of the chair. Both hands reach out, almost like he wants to reach for Tony, but his strong fingers close around the edge of the desk. “Jesus. Tony, god, no. If I had known that Peter was my son, our son, nothing could have kept me away.”

“But you said—”

“I know what I said. Trust me, I remember everything I said. I’m never going to stop hating myself for hurting you like that. Every time I close my eyes, I can see that devastated look on your face. Tony, I’ve missed you every minute of the last fifteen years.”

“Then why—”

“Because I wasn’t good enough for you!”

Tony flinches back like he’s been slapped, and he’s not sure which of them is more surprised by Steve’s outburst. But his surprise quickly twists into anger. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“No, Tony. It’s not. You were so far out of my league, in every way possible, and your father took every opportunity he could find to remind me of it. And I was able to brush it off for a while, but it kept building and building until I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Steve, I never thought that. You were everything I wanted and—”

Steve is out of his seat and around to Tony’s side of the desk before he can even think about what he’s doing and whether it’s appropriate or not, his instincts leading him as he recognizes the scent of distressed omega. He sits on the edge and reaches out to tug the smaller man up and against his chest. Surprisingly, Tony goes without resistance.

“I know. I know and I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to keep him out of my head.”

“You should have talked to me.”

“I know.”

“My parents died a year after you left, Steve. Why didn’t you come back?”

Steve sighs, pulling the omega tighter against his chest until his scent starts to soften into something less harsh. “I couldn’t. The idea that I needed to be a better alpha for you was so deep into my brain that I couldn’t shake it. I had to keep pushing, keep working towards higher ranks until I felt worthy. And… part of me thought I would never reach it, not after the way I’d treated you.”

He feels a sharp jab to his chest, and Steve leans back a little to rub at the spot and pout down at Tony, who’s glaring at him.

“You were always worthy, you big stupid alpha. All you had to do was love me to be worthy. I was the one who was lucky that you took a chance on such a messy, broken omega.”

Steve lets out a fierce growl that echoes through the room. He shifts his hands to cradle Tony’s face. “There is nothing messy or broken about you. And I know I don’t deserve it, but if you’d let me, I will spend every minute of the rest of my life showing you.”

Tony shudders at the promise in the alpha’s voice, and he presses his face against Steve’s chest to hide the tears gathering in his eyes. “I shouldn’t. Pepper’s gonna kill me. Rhodey’s gonna kill you. And Peter will be an orphan before he turns sixteen. But…”

He looks up at Steve, and lets his hands come up to twist in the material of the alpha’s  starched green jacket. “I don’t wanna do this without you, Steve. I’ve done it alone for fifteen years and I can’t anymore. Not if there’s an option to do it as a team. It’s gonna take work, and you have to give me time to trust you again. I want to, but you have to show me that you won’t hurt me again, Steve.”

Steve tugs him close again, leaning down to press a kiss into his dark curls. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Brilliant, strong omega. Raising a kid i running a company, all on your own? You’re perfect. How did I ever give you up?”

He can feel Tony trembling against his chest, so Steve shifts them around until he’s sitting in Tony’s ridiculously large desk chair and can pull the omega into his lap. Tony lets out an audible sigh, and Steve chuckles when he feels nimble fingers start unbuttoning the large buttons on his dress coat. He doesn’t resist, letting the omega push it off his shoulders and tug it free of his arms. When the coat is off, Steve wraps his arms around Tony and hugs him tight to his chest.

“This better, Tony?”

The brunette nods, and it isn’t long before Steve’s ears pick up the sound of Tony purring softly. The grin that splits his face makes his cheeks hurt.

They stay like that for a few minutes, Steve basking in the warm, comfortable scent of happy and content omega. This was more than he ever could have hoped for. When he requested the assignment to SI as the army liaison, he had only dared to hope that Tony would talk to him. Never could he guess that he would have Tony curled up against him like this, especially not after his initial reaction to seeing Steve after so long. And now, he thinks there’s only one thing that could make this better.

“Hey, Tony?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I… Peter. Can I meet him? You don’t have to tell him who I am right away, I just… I want to get to know him if I can.”

Tony tries to sit up, but Steve tightens his hold, and he settles back down with an amused huff. “Of course you can meet him. He’s your son too, and he deserves to know both his dads. He’s in DC on a field trip for a few days, but I’ve already got a couple days blocked off in my schedule when he gets back. The three of us can spend that time together.”

“You’re sure? I don’t want to get in the way—”

“You won’t be. You’re going to love him, Steve. He’s so smart, and strong and brave and good. He’s the best parts of both of us. JARVIS, give us some pictures up on the wall, please?”

A slideshow of pictures projects onto the empty wall across from them, starting from Peter’s birth and slowly moving year by year. Steve can’t help the tears that form as he watches the little boy, his little boy, grow up.

“He’s beautiful, Tony. I can already tell what an amazing job you’ve done with him. I can’t wait to get to know him. And get to know you again.”

After the pictures, JARVIS starts up some of the home movies Tony’s taken of Peter over the years. Gradually, Steve can feel the omega growing more and more relaxed against him. He loses track of how much time passes before Tony speaks again.

“You’re fired, by the way.”

Steve barks out a laugh, looking down at Tony, whose eyes are still watching the video currently playing on the wall. “What do you mean, I’m fired?”

“It seems unprofessional for you to technically be an SI employee if you’re going to be sleeping with the head of the company.”

One large, calloused finger hooks under Tony’s chin and tips his head back so Steve can meet his eyes. “Tony, I want to make it clear that this isn’t just about sleeping together. When you’re ready, after I’ve groveled and worshipped you and done everything I can to earn back your trust and your love, I want to be your alpha. I want us to be a family. Permanently.”

Steve’s declaration is so serious, so clearly heartfelt and earnest, there’s nothing stopping Tony from melting completely. He surges forward, capturing Steve’s lips in a kiss that’s fifteen years overdue. The alpha startles and freezes in shock, but he returns the kiss before Tony has even a fraction of a chance to second guess it.

The kiss only lasts a handful of seconds, but it leaves both of them dazed and grinning like fools. Tony settles back down against Steve’s chest, and together they watch the memories that Tony had captured play out on the wall, the room overflowing with the scents of warm and happy alpha and omega.

Darcy comes searching for Tony an hour later when he doesn’t show up for his second meeting of the morning. JARVIS directs her to the office, where she finds the two men deeply asleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“JARVIS, snap a picture of that, please.”

“My pleasure, Miss Lewis.”

Darcy still plans to threaten the good captain, viciously, with her sharpest pair of stilettos. But her love for Tony goes far beyond the care of an employee for her boss. Tony is the older brother she never had, and his happiness—and Peter’s— means more to her than the joy she derives from threatening alphas bigger than her and watching them cower.

With a swipe of her finger, she clears the rest of Tony’s schedule, and heads down the hallway to her own office to await the email from Pepper requesting an explanation that she knows will be on the way before too long.

When her computer dings, she sends off her response with just one sentence.

I promise you, it’s worth it.

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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #4 (September 26th - October 2nd)

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Cor Hydrae by dreamsinthewitchouse Square filled: N4 - AU: Merpeople Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Merpeople, Merman Bucky, Captain America Steve Rogers moodboard Summary: Merman Bucky nurses Steve back to health after rescuing him from drowning in the Arctic Ocean. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Book and Key, Chapter 1 by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Square filled: B3 - AU: Boarding School Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Historical AU, Library AU, Best Friends, Developing Relationship, Heist AU Summary: Best friends since their first day together at Brookline Academy, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers are each other’s foils. Born into one of the best families in New York, Bucky is brunette, handsome, studious, and only ever gets in trouble when he allows Steve to drag him into something he knows they shouldn’t be doing. Blond, good-looking, hell-raiser Steve doesn’t belong at Brookline. In truth, he doesn’t really belong anywhere except by Bucky’s side. That’s why he risks everything to steal a key that might give them both a shot at something life-changing. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

star gazing by cutecumber-flower Square filled: O1 - friends to lovers Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, n/a Major tags: n/a Summary: n/a Format: Art

Roomba AU by Nivelle Square filled: B2 - AU: Robots Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: stucky roomba au, Alpine Summary: Steve and Bucky are roombas. Format: Art

pre-war stucky by cutecumber-flower Square filled: G5 - limited colour palette Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, none Major tags: stucky, domestic fluff Summary: n/a Format: Art

Wishful Thinking by AriaGrill Square filled: O1 - Established Relationship Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, minor Internalized ableism, vague worries of miscarriage, disabled and chronically ill Steve Major tags: Mpreg, nesting, Pre-War, Beta Bucky, Omega Steve Summary: "Steve never had a desire to nest before. Whether it was because he never had strong heats, because he hated and fought what little omega instincts he had, or he just didn’t feel like it, he started one warm evening into his pregnancy when Bucky was having a sixteen-hour shift. He needed the extra money and hours so they could move away someplace to be at peace and be safe, and wherever they moved, people would buy the ‘poor widowed omega with his beta brother’ story because they never met them before. Bucky would also be able to change his name to Steve’s without it raising any questions." Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

A Reprieve Beneath the Stars by jesmme Square filled: G4 - stargazing Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: pre-war stucky, bittersweet ending, angst, fluff, smut Summary: A little domestic fluff and angst with a side of smut and stargazing, before Bucky leaves for basic training. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Steve wins a teddy bear for Bucky at a fair by cutecumber-flower Square filled: G5 - Looking after each other Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: fluff Summary: Steve wins a teddy bear for Bucky at a fair Format: Art

the right partner by gutsforgarters Square filled: N2 - "I still don't know how to dance." Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Internalized Homophobia, Internalized Ableism Major tags: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Happy Ending, Then and Now Summary: If Bucky were a girl, he’d be Steve’s best girl, and he wouldn’t mind that Steve’s small and sickly and can’t do a goddamn foxtrot without tripping over his own feet, because he doesn’t mind those things now. If Bucky were a girl, Steve would stand beneath a chuppah and put a ring on Bucky’s finger in front of God and everybody. But Bucky’s not a girl. He’s a man, and Steve’s not supposed to love him the way he does. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

hand in unlovable hand by cyanica Square filled: B2 - yelena belova Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: I am choosing not to use archive warnings (eg because you don't want to spoil the ending), harm to children, accidental self-harm, implied/referenced torture, captivity, memory loss Major tags: hurt/comfort, hurt bucky, protective bucky, protective yelena, kid yelena Summary: There is a little girl who brings him bandages, one who makes him daisy chains, and a boy who holds his hand and presses their lips together. They remain in the Soldier’s head like mosaics. Or the Soldier attempts to rip his arm off and Yelena brings him bandages. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)