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pamgkrthwrites · 4 years ago

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Erasermic x Reader Headcannons (ABO Addition)

So this is more of warm up, and some self love? I’ve been having some massive writers block and mental issues for the past 2 months and these idiots have been really helpful lately. ABO is also my favourite comfort au so

This also went on for a lot longer than I thought it would. Love how the tumblr mobile knew what tags I was going to use. You know you need help when tumblr knows you most used tags and your moved read tags.

The boys are both alphas and your an omega.

They met each other in High School, at UA to be on point.

Hizashi acts more of a social alpha but than a omega dominant. Meaning, from how social he is in situations he absolutely comes off as a alpha, but he isn’t a dominant person.

Shota acts more of a social omega but a alpha dominant. Meaning, he is shy which sometimes leads people to think he is an omega but he very dominant and usually overpowers his opponents.

They even each other out very well. They did get a couple of jokes regarding their relationship, “two omegas in a alpha trench coat”.

Everyone in their year knows about them, even you. You are in the general studies class.

You are a sweet little omega that everyone in the school has smelt your scent.

Because of that, you have gotten some courting s gifs from Alphas, Betas and Omegas.

You don’t like how mean some of the alphas have been, you don’t like how weak from the omegas are, and even though Betas do sit in that perfect stop you want, your second gender really wants a alpha.

It wasn’t until the sports festival where you met the two alphas for the first time.

At first, you thought Shota was a omega and Hizashi was a Alpha, but then you heard Shota growl at someone and releasing his alpha smell and Hizashi trying to calm him down.

Where they a Alpha and Omega couple or a Beta and Alpha couple? You didn’t know?

It wasn’t until you were in the break room when you were close to both of them and smelled they were both Alphas.

They weren’t like other Alphas. Together they were a strong alpha but separately they were alphas that were a little bit different.

You omega really loved them.

But you told them to hush, it wasn’t like they would like you anyway. They were male alpha loving male alpha(malma), why would they be interest in a omega like you?

Over a month you would watch them at the corner of your eye if you ever saw them. Usually in the food court or when school was over.

Your omega cried whenever you saw them together holding hands, laughing, hugging, anything. But you also loved seeing them in their raw forms.

It wasn’t until one day before school, a day and time you wouldn’t usually see them because of how early you came in did things start to change.

Your scent was usually a burning bitter in the mornings because of your home life, the reason why you got to school so early and left left school so late.

“Excuse me? Little Omega?” Said a concerned voiced, the owner out of your sight but you knew who the owner was.

Your turned your head to face them and saw Hizashi, with a concerned look on his face.

“Y-Yes? Can I help you with something Alpha Yamada?” You asked.

He looked a little taken back from you knowing his name but he brushed it off. “Are you okay? Your scent is a little...”

“Ah, right.” Your omega was happy that one of your alphas noticed you, but you felt kinda sick. You didn’t want others to know your issues, that’s why you hid away until first class started, so your scent could go down. “Just an augment at home this morning, nothing big.”

Hizashi could smell that was a lie. He had been noticing you for the last week now after Aizawa made note of you verbally. He had smelt you around before, your scent was very strong. He was surpised to hear that you hadn’t gotten an alpha yet. Apparently you had danced around getting a mate and gone on first dates with people but nothing ever passed a first date.

Even if Hizashi had Shota, he felt bad for you. From what he saw and heard, you were very kind to people, were possessive of your food, and stayed at school for very long hours.

Your scent was so sweet and bold during the day, yet in the morning like today it was burning of bitter? Something just didn’t feel right to him.

“If you ever need to hide away, Little Omega,” he said “you can hide away in my recording room here at school. There is a little listening booth there where you can charge you phone, snack, and even nap there. My boyfriend naps there sometimes when he gets overwhelmed.”

Your omega thumped over and over to your chest. Your alpha offered you a place where him and your other alpha stayed for a little bit?!

Hizashi smiled when he saw your eyes lit up. He noticed your scent changing dramatically from his words and his alpha was about to release a pure if he didn’t move away soon

“T-Thank you, Alpha Yamada!” You beamed up at him with a smile. “I- Ah, my name is Y/N L/N, it’s nice to make you acquaintance, Alpha Yamada!”

Hizashi couldn’t help but smile widely. Did he really make your day so much that your mood changed so drastically and so quickly?

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance too, Omega L/N.”

After you two finished talking, Yamada locked himself in a bathroom and just purred. God you were adorable. No wonder Shota noticed you so early, and no wonder so many people tried to be your mate.

And changing your mood too? Gosh that sent him to the moon and back in a heartbeat.

Hizashi grabbed his phone and started texting Shota so fast that if anyone walked in it would look like he was trying to finish an assignment on his phone last minute.

By the end of the day, you hadn’t gone to Hizashi recording room out of fear. Even though you were greatful for what he said to you, he still feared facing him.

You changed your shoes and were about to leave. You hated that you had to go back to that home. You couldn’t use the homework excuse this time as you finished it already.

“Oh look who it is, it’s Omega L/N!”

You stiffened. You hated this bastard less than your home but he was still annoying.

“Afternoon, Alpha Sensoji.” You said bitterly, trying to avoid eye contact.

He had been one of the Alphas that had tried to court you, but rejected because of how rude he was.

“You still haven’t gotten an Allha yet?” He poked.

“I’m not interested, Alpha Sensoji.” You started to walk away, but Sensoji was on your tail.

“Why dont you go out with me? You’ve gone out with a lot of different Alphas, Betas and Omegas. Why not me?!”

“Please leave me alone.”

He grabbed by your shoulders and spun you around.

“Why won’t you go on one date with me, Y/N.”

Panic started to erupt through out your body. You couldn’t help but chirped and shut your eyes.

“What? You think I’m threatening or something?”

“Leave the Omega alone, Sensoji.”

You opened your eyes and saw Shota standing off to the side of you two with Hizashi.

God you felt small and weak.

Sensoji let go of you and walked over to the two. You rebalanced yourself and watched as the two exchanged some words that you couldn’t hear.

Sensoji huffed and walked off, without looking at you.

Hizashi walked over to you. “You okay, Omega L/N? You looked rather scared there. Did he hurt you anywhere?”

As Hizashi was trying to calm you down you noticed Shota glaring Sensoji as he walked out of the gates.

“I- I am okay now, thank you Alpha Yamada.” You bowed your head. You looked over at Shota, getting attention as well. “T-Thank you Alpha Aizawa as well.” You bowed your head to him.

Shota blink at you. “How do you know my name?”

You stiffened. “I- Um, I noticed you both at the sports festival.”

The two grew quite. That didn’t really explain how you knew their names but it did mean they had caught your attention way before you caught theirs.

Aizawa has also been coming into school early and had been noticing your bitter scent every morning. By when school started you had a normal scent. He didn’t know how to approach you but he wanted to protect you.

Protecting you would be enough.

He knows Sensoji isn’t the person causing you bitter scent in the morning so it had to come from home.

After that event the two alphas started noticing you more and more. The day you did come I tothe recording booth was a fun day for them.

You just didn’t want one of your friends asking for a price of your food again but they saw it as time to get to know you.

Soon enough, you started coming everyday and started to talk toth every day.

You all exchanged numbers with each o the we and texted. You tried not to come off too keen but Hizashi had different plans. This man texted you so much. So, so much.

One day after a stressful morning you came into the booth and saw Shota already setting up blankets and pillows for you to nest in.

“I’ve noticed your scent is bad in the morning, so I brought in some stuff to help you out.”

Everything was scented by him and Hizashi, which made your heart fly.

You slowly started sharing food with them, and started opening up about your love life.

It took one after school time in the booth you started to think over your relationship with the two.

We’re you courting the two? We’re they courting you?

Once you realised that you may have been courting the couple you went into a panic.

You scent shift woke Shota up real fast.

“What’s wrong, Omega?” He asked.

“I- Mmmmmmmmm.” You thought it over. “I think I’m going to leave early today.” You said as you started getting up.

Aizawa started getting up as well. “Are you sure? I’ll walke down with you-“

“No no I’m fine. Just, got some stuff I need to do.”

He stood still as you gathered you things. “... I see... Bye then.”

“Bye, Alpha.”

You left in a hurry, leaving Shota’s Alpha whining. He got his phone.

“Hizashi, can we talk about Y/N?”

You didn’t talk to the two for a week. You let your parents yell and command you around from as early as you could leave school and as late it was okay for you to be. Though by the 3rd day you silbings started noticing something was off and somehow convinced you parents to lay off.

Hizashi and Shota kept texting you and you just ignored them.

Though it got a bit too much, and at lunch you started to head down to the room.

When you opened the door, Hizashi jumped you.

“Oh Omega we have been so worried! Did they hurt you? Did they take away your phone? Why have they been keeping you at that home for so long?”

You were shocked to smell the room was just filled with their worried scents.

“We were really close to just walking to your house and getting you out ourselves!”

That sent you worrying.

You sent out a calming scent out to calm them down. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m fine, I’m safe. I just, had a lot of homework that I was pushing off and I couldn’t do it here. They leave me alone if I can prove I’m doing homework.”

Hizashi wrapped his arms around you and resting his head into you neck glands. You tried not to stiffen by still sending out you scent and rubbing his head.

“I’m okay Alpha. I promise.”

Shota started at you from across the room.

“Alpha are you-“

Shota shot over, wrapping his arms around and drove his head in your other neck glands.

Your face flushed. “I-I’m sorry for worrying you two.”

The two started to purr from just smelling your scent, and started scenting you in return, causing your cheeks to burn from the blood rush.

“I- Mmmmmmm.” The two held you so close. You felt so loved and wanted. You wanted them to be your Alphas, and it felt like they were. You couldn’t push this off any longer. “I- Alphas? I- A-Are we courting?”

Shota stiffened but pushed his head more into your glands. Hizashi on the other hand kissed your glands, making your head to feel hot.

“Yeah, I think we are, Omega. Is that okay?”

Shota wasn’t going to say anything until you responded. He needed you to respond.

“Yes! Yes that is okay.” You brought them closer and shyly smiled. “It’s more than okay.”

Shota smiled, then licking your glands.

You chirped which caused him to chuckle.

“Our little omega.”

After that, you three were very open about your relationship. People were rather shocked that the “two omegas in a alpha trench coat” have a shared Omega.

Group couples were rare but not really frowned upon.

When you came home smiling in a daze and smelling like the two alphas who brought you home, the was stone quite.

If you had mates then your parents couldn’t control you(in their eyes). It closed some issues and opened a couple of others up.

However, it mostly meant that by the time you finished school, you happily moved in with your alphas.

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sweetsubharry · 4 years ago

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hi! do you have any fic recs of like really fluffy one shots

Hiya!! yes I do!! Aren’t they just the best sometimes?? Sorry this took me a few days to do! I had over 260 fics to go through on ao3 just under fluff (I really need to tidy my bookmarks!) 💖 There’s 79 in this list so it’s a long one!! ^-^

please stay safe and read the tags everyone! :)

freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this by rosesau

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

Thunder started it by booloveshiscuppycake

Harry's always been scared of thunder storms. But louis' always been there to comfort him. Friendship and comfort turn into love. (Fluffy as shit)

but he cant be what you need (if he's eighteen) by lingerielarries

“I need you to do something for me.” Harry said, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger.

“It seems like you’re asking me to kill for you, H.” Louis laughed nervously.

“It’s nothing that drastic, I promise. It’s just. I don’t think it’s a secret that I’m not a.. normal eighteen year old.” Louis furrowed his eyebrows at that, narrowing his eyes at the younger boy.

“Are people giving you a hard time?” Louis wondered. Harry shifted in his seat and brushed some of his fringe off his forehead.

“Yeah, that’s. That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” Harry swallowed nervously. He could feel the sweat pooling at his hairline so he wiped it with the sleeve of his sweater. “I need you to uhm, pretend to be my boyfriend.”

the one where harry is sick of getting bullied and casts louis as the hot punk boyfriend to scare them away. louis needs harry to return the favor.

punk!louis and flowerchild!harry

the love is ours to make (so we should make it) by lingerielarries

“I’m.. Harry. I nanny? For Ernest and Doris?” Harry responded.

“A nanny? How old even are you? You look twelve.” Louis remarked. Something caught Louis’ eye, and a closer look revealed that Harry had a coat of pink nail polish on his fingers.

“Nineteen. I’m nineteen.” Harry replied.

“Right. Nineteen, wears pink, flower crowns and paints his nails. Who the actual fuck did my mum hire?”

the one where louis takes some time off from life to return home, only to be met with a strange boy in pink and a flowercrown as the nanny of his siblings.

All I See is You by ElegantSurrender

Even with the blood gushing from his nose, he couldn’t keep his thoughts on anything but the boy in front of him. He was just so… pretty. He smiled to himself, which only seemed to worry his boyfriend more.

“Why’re you smiling?” Louis asked confusedly, moving Harry’s bloody hand away, and replacing it with his, pinching his nose shut with a tissue. “You’re bleeding, and you’re fucking smiling.”

“Seeing you makes me happy.”

(or the one where Harry has a bloody nose and Louis takes care of him, and Harry really really loves Louis)

Pretty Blue Eyes (I don't care about the nightmares) by justgotowisharder

Harry has nightmares, Louis hates sharing the bed, they end up talking about dreams, they read Freud and they fall in love in the process.

Breathe by dontlietomehoney

Harry has an asthma attack and Louis is scared to death. What follows after though, scares both boys, pulling them apart and bringing them together.

with your love we could breathe underwater by luminescents

Harry’s brow furrows, a look of confusion spreading over his face. “But I am real. I exist, see,” he says, raising a hand out of the water and wiggling his fingers at Louis.

Louis finds himself relaxing a bit. Harry seems harmless really. And he’s quite cute, for something that’s not supposed to exist. If Louis is indeed having a hallucination right now, at least it’s a cute one.

AU where Harry is a mermaid, Louis is a human, and they both discover a lot more than they anticipated.

yes, you make my life worthwhile by orphan_account

Harry whispers to him that this feels like every dream he’s had for the last three years and Louis kisses his temple, behind his ear, across his cheeks and by the edge of his jaw. He runs the back of his finger across Winnie’s sleep-warm cheeks and sighs, the weight of the world finally off his shoulder.

Louis' a pediatrician, Harry's a preschooler teacher, and they're having a baby.

Weigh Us Down (We're In Love) by orphan_account

Harry’s eyes widen slightly at that. “We’re friends?”

Louis nods eagerly, smiling even wider. “Of course we are! You’re like, my first ever friend here. We just moved in, you see. Did I already tell you about that? Anyway! Maybe you can stay for dinner and I can show you my toys?”

Harry smiles. “You’ll let me play with you?”

Louis nods again, excited. “Of course!” He looks thoughtful for a moment, and then he’s slipping off the couch and crouching in front of Harry. “Oh, and Mum always kisses my wounds after she fixes them up. It makes me feel loads better all the time, so.” He leans forward and puckers his lips, pressing them over the bandage on Harry’s knee.

(harry and louis first meet when they’re eight and ten. this is their story throughout the years.)

Breathe by Jade_eyed

Can you write a Larry high school AU where Harry's a sophomore and Louis' his senior boyfriend and Harry's being bullied during class and has a panic attack and all he's saying is 'Louis' so someone goes into louis' classroom and gets him and louis' like freaking out when he finds out and just really fluffy and stuff i just need this okay

[ I changed it a bit , I'm sorry babe I tried. :( ]

Cause If You Let Me, Here's What I'll Do by stylesforstiles

Five times where Harry is Louis' baby

Zero Means Nothing When I'm With You by StripedAndBowtied

Louis doesn't know what he's looking for until he finds it.

Harry just knows he may defy his gender norms, with his height and clumsiness, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want litters of pups running around while he does domestic things all day long.

In other words, boy meets boy and no one can stop pining.

All my senses come to life by erikaeurekajoe

And it was true. Harry's senses were all coming to life, on overdrive in fact because a handsome blue-eyed stranger was holding his hands.

Because of Louis Tomlinson's Arse by AggressiveStress

One in which Harry is a clumsy Uni student that first sees Louis leaning over, picking up his things with his arse very prominent. Harry then falls down the stairs and Louis- wearing a nice little beanie- helps him back to his feet.

In All Its Imperfections by BriaMaria

From: Louis Tomlinson To: Undisclosed Recipients

Hello!

I’ve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if it’s yours!

Cheers!

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. “Oh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.”

The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head.

"What happened, mate?" Liam asked.

Harry just pointed to his computer.

Liam bent over Harry’s desk to read the email. “What? This isn’t bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?”

“Leeyum" he groaned. “It’s what’s on the list.”

“Oh,” Liam paused for a beat. “Is it dirty stuff?”

Harry nodded.

There was more silence. And then, “Dirty stuff with Louis?”

Delirious in Love by yourpricelessadvice (orphan_account)

Louis is there for Harry waking up from minor surgery; he wouldn't miss it for the world. For two reasons.

Stars Will Align For Us by 2tiedships2

"The serial monogamist is single," Niall said by way of introduction when he sat down across from Harry in the canteen.

Harry sipped his chocolate milk. "What are you going on about?"

"Your alpha dream boat," Niall said. "That tiny little footie player? I heard from Hannah that he's broken it off with his boyfriend so he’s single and ready to flamingle. Now's the time to make your move."

Harry sipped his chocolate milk harder to keep himself from replying.

Or the one where Harry is an omega at a loss of how to get past his pining and gain the attention of Louis...especially considering the alpha is always in a relationship.

(twenty minutes later) wound up in the hospital by callmelover

“Baby, I think a quick trip to A&E might do you some good, hm?” Louis keeps his voice as calm as possible. He doesn't want to startle Harry or make him scared, but he knows that Harry’s fever is too high and he can't risk Harry choking himself into another attack when he's so poorly.

He hears a sharp intake of breath come for Harry and he knows Harry is starting to panic. Louis moves his hand from Harry's hair to his back, rubbing circles into his sweat-soaked shirt.

“No, no. Shh, don't worry, darling. Everything is okay, you’ll be okay. I just know that the doctors will be able to make you feel much better much sooner than I can...Just want you to get healthy as soon as possible, okay?”

or the one where harry has the flu and louis is a protective, nervous-wreck of a boyfriend

You live in my heart by styleztomlinson

As soon as they’re done with their set, Louis only has one thing on his mind and that’s to get out of there as soon as possible.or,Harry is sick during their performance at the iHeartRadio festival. Afterwards, Louis takes cares of his baby, and dotes on his husband.

Take Care by secretlylarry

Louis really does love to take care of Harry when he's sick.

if we got nothing, we got us by tumsa

Harry is Louis' baby and he's sick as well.

Peppermint and Lavender (and Coffee) by 2tiedships2

“He was there again,” Louis announced by way of greeting. “Lottie was right and she can never know.”

"What the fuck are you talking about?” Niall asked as he snapped his laptop closed.

“The omega, Niall. He was there today. Just sitting in the corner looking pretty. Or at least his back is. He hasn’t turned around when I’m available to see. I know he’s beautiful though.”

"Okay?” Niall questioned. “What does that have to do with Lottie?”

Louis let out a huff. "She told me I shouldn’t work at a coffee shop. She was right.”

Or the one where Louis might have met the love of his life in a coffee shop. But that’s not how it’s supposed to happen.

So Long I've Been Waiting by kikikryslee

Niall held up his glass in a toast. “Cheers.” Harry stared at Louis as he brought the glass up to his lips, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t like he could refuse the drink, but he certainly didn’t want to have any champagne. Louis monitored everyone else, and as soon as they all had their heads tilted back, drinking their mimosa, he reached out and knocked Harry’s glass right out of his hand, sending it crashing to the floor. “Oh, no!” Louis pretended to be shocked at what had just happened. “Harry, you’re so clumsy. You dropped your glass.” “Yes,” Harry said seriously. “I am very clumsy.” --- Or, the one where Harry and Louis are having their first baby, and keeping it a secret until the end of the first trimester is a lot harder than they thought it would be.

Nothing's Gonna Stop Me But Divine Intervention by kikikryslee

“So… what’s next on the soul mate search?” Louis asked. “I don’t know,” Harry answered. “Whatever I’m doing isn’t working. I’m not finding him anywhere.” “He’ll get here. I know it." “Yeah. I know he’s out there somewhere; I just have to figure out where.” --- Or, the soul mate AU where Harry overthinks everything having to do with finding the love of his life, and Louis doesn't think there's a Mr. Right for him at all. It takes them a while to realize that their soul mate is the person they want it to be: each other.

We Made These Memories for Ourselves by supernope

Breath held, Harry squints his eyes open and focuses on the first stick. A blue line. Harry breathes out an unsteady breath. He’s pretty sure he read that one blue line is a negative, but he fishes the box from the bottom of the pile just to make sure.

“Negative,” he confirms, voice echoing around the small room. “Next.”

Now that he’s feeling a little less shaky, he scans the rest of the tests at once, is met with a headache-inducing mixture of pink plus signs and blue double lines. His heart rate picks up until it’s pounding triple-time in the base of his throat and the pit of his stomach, thundering in his ears and throbbing in his temples. He flips over the rest of the boxes slowly, but he knows what they’re going to say before he even looks.

[or, Louis is a footballer, Harry owns a bakery, and they're having a baby.]

taken by the wind by scrunchyharry

When he decided to move to London with his sister, Harry thought he would finally get to learn how to control his magic. He couldn't possibly have predicted that he would fall for her neighbour.

Or the one where Harry is a clumsy witch and Louis is making everything worse just by existing.

Piece by Piece by SadaVeniren

He rubbed his hand over his lower stomach and closed his eyes. Louis was going to lose his fucking mind.

(aka Harry tells Louis he's pregnant and it goes as expected)

And We Linger On by stylesforstiles

Harry is pouting. Louis takes care of him

There's a Hole In My Soul, Can You Fill It? by stylesforstiles

Sometimes Harry is so tired. Louis always wants to fix it.

one glance and the avalanche drops by Wankerville

It's strange, honestly, having someone so gorgeous in his kitchen, and not only physically gorgeous, but, like, the everything else gorgeous. The type of gorgeous that Louis wants his life to always be covered in. The type of gorgeous he wants lying in sweatpants and an old t-shirt on his couch when he gets home from class. The type of gorgeous he wants to have shoving crisps down the front of his shirt. The type of goddamn gorgeous he wants to kiss, and coddle, and like, love.

Which is ridiculous- he doesn't know him. Pfft.

(or an au wherein louis buys a christmas tree and harry is the boy in leggings who delivers it. they are a christmas classic.)

Do Not Falter (There's a Star Ahead) by LadyLondonderry

It's Christmas Eve, and every single one of Louis' family members are crowded inside his little flat. Really, what more could he ask for on his birthday?

The present he never knew he wanted - in the form of an omega from his past - might just make this his most memorable Christmas.

Right Here Waiting by lovelarry10

Louis and Harry are expecting a baby. Harry's heavily pregnant and nesting madly, determined to make their home ready for their baby.

Blow Out the Candles, Baby by iwillpaintasongforlou

Louis' been planning Harry's 20th birthday party for weeks, and Harry's too sick to move. Louis might be the kind of sap who tries to nurse him back to health with cuddles and jokes and cupcakes for two.

Never Let You Fall by iwillpaintasongforlou

Harry slips on stage and gets a minor concussion, and Louis insists that he spend the night in the hospital just in case. He then turns into a protective baby lion because that is his Harry and he'll be damned if anything happens to him on Louis' watch. Harry rolls his eyes a lot but doesn't really mind.

Asthma and Bad Jokes by Larry_Klaine_Stylinson

When Harry has an asthma attack on stage, Louis has to go and help him. He leaves Niall in charge of keeping the audience entertained.

All I Need is Oxygen (and You) by lululawrence

There are only two ways to navigate Bloomfield High School: become popular or make yourself invisible.

With the help of his best mate Niall, Harry’s introduction to high school hadn’t been half bad. Despite being a “bandie” – the lowest of the low in the ancient hierarchy of high school –Harry had somehow managed to survive freshman year relatively unscathed. So naturally, Harry would have been perfectly happy to resume his position of invisible trombone player number four for the remainder of high school. But one day something drastic happened, something that would change the course of Harry’s entire existence (probably).

It was the last football game of his freshman year, and the band was back in the stands after performing a rousing rendition of Bloomfield’s alma mater during half time. Harry was gracelessly wiping the slobber from the mouthpiece of his trombone when he saw him.

Louis Tomlinson.

Or...a High School AU where Harry is a bandie and Louis is the epitome of cool, so naturally, Harry must find a way to get his attention and win his affections.

i’d burn this city down to show you the light by you_explode

Harry's a sheltered rich kid and Louis's a punk with a heart of gold. They meet when Louis breaks into Harry's house, Harry obtains an instant and all-encompassing crush, and they spend the summer falling into a whirlwind romance.

put your head on my shoulder by wayfared

Niall gives Harry until the end of marching season to either a) make a move on Louis Tomlinson or b) get the fuck over him. Either is easier said than done. Basically, your High School AU with a drum beat.

we should get jerseys, 'cause we make a good team by ellisaco

Harry's not very good at football, but he's aces at cheering Louis on.

Snow by hlftanna

Louis hid something from him. Harry was 100% sure of that. He knew him better than he knew himself. And. He. Hid. Something. From. Him. Harry just hasn't figured out what. Because if Louis wanted to hide something from anyone he usually succeeded because he was Louis Tomlinson.

Use Your Words by zedi

based off this prompt: collage au where jock!harry always serenades flowercrown!louis with love songs in their music class. what nobody knows is that harry actually kinda means the words he sings.

But instead it's Louis as the jock and Harry as the flowerchild because I do what I want.

see the truth (it's me for you) by orphan_account

If you asked Louis the first day of his French Literature class what he’d be doing on the last, he’d probably never have guessed it would involve helping a poorly Harry Styles study for the final exam. Good thing he’s not a betting man.

(Or the one where Louis and Harry spend an entire semester ignoring each other after a one-night stand, only to come face to face when Harry manages to catch the stomach flu during finals week. Sometimes fate is funny like that.)

calling out for somebody to hold tonight by heartinsidemine

“Dunno why I can’t sleep,” is the first thing Harry says into the still, quiet night.

“New flat, new noises,” Louis murmurs, finally setting the kettle on the stove and turning properly toward him. “New responsibilities, too, eh? Second year, you’re working your way up in the world.”

Harry rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Nothing’s really new, though, is it? I mean, the location, but… I’ve got the same job I had last year, same basic courses, same workload…” He sighs out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You and me are in the same boat, though,” Louis murmurs to him. He hates seeing Harry like this, even though rationally he knows that he can’t do anything about Harry’s insomnia. “Finding it difficult to sleep myself. Was gonna turn on the telly, maybe the cooking channel until I fall asleep. Care to join me?”

He doesn’t think twice about the offer before making it; it only makes sense. They’re both exhausted and they both sleep better with a cuddle, and anyway Louis would absolutely rather have a conversation partner than only the walls of his room for company.

Running Down To The Riptide by sweaterpawstyles

"I can't give you your present yet, Lou."

Louis furrowed his brows. "And why is that, my love?"

Harry smiled at his lap. "Because your present is under my sweater," he pulled his free hand that wasn't laced with Louis' and gently laid it on his stomach. "I'm pregnant."

It's New Year's Eve and Harry has a surprise under his sweater

Song For The Springtime by sunshiner

“Cherry blossoms,” Harry mumbles. “The solution’s cherry blossoms.”

Uni AU.

the happiest place in our universe by tippytoetomlinstyles

Harry holds Louis’ hand and looks around at all the exciting and beautiful things and Louis looks at him because he finds him the most beautiful and exciting thing there is.

or the one where Louis takes Harry to Disneyland and Harry convinces Louis to wear Mickey Mouse ears to match his Minnie Mouse ears.

Made From Love by lovelarry10

It's almost Christmas, and amongst the preparations, Louis' realised something about his husband Harry.

Harry, however, seems to be oblivious.

Louis' determined to open Harry's eyes and make him realise the real magic that's happening this Christmas...

Another Constellation to Trace by screwstyles

Louis wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m winning that bet.”

“What bet?” comes Niall’s excited voice from behind them, followed by footsteps. “I wanna be in on the bet!” he shouts, prompting Harry to quickly roll down his shirt sleeve and straighten his shirt where it’s still crinkly after Louis’ hands.

Niall takes one look at them and purses his lips in a tight line. “Were you guys making out again? Isn’t the fire meant to die down a bit after eight years?”

“Trust me, the fire is still very much alive,” Louis winks at Harry. “One could even say it’s cooking something.”

Mpreg AU: Louis and Harry bet on who can keep Harry's pregnancy a secret for longer. Neither of them is particularly good at it, and it doesn't help that their soulmate tattoos make it even harder.

another pair of feet by honey_beeing

where Harry is pregnant and Louis is an oblivious idiot.

We Were Made to Love by supernope

“Everything all sorted? Need help with the buckles? I know they’re a bit tricky in this compartment.”

The voice startles Louis out of his daze, and he turns toward the voice to let him know he figured it out. When he catches sight of the owner of the voice, though, his response dies in his throat. Whatever he had imagined the conductor of a children’s train that rides around the shopping centre in Leeds would look like, this is certainly not it.

Leaning through the window, arms folded across the sill, is a green-eyed angel with cherry red lips stretched wide in a smile and dimples flirting in his cheeks. A black conductor’s hat is the only confirmation that this is not some gorgeous stranger who’s come to flirt with Louis through the window of a children’s train, but is just a man doing his job.

[or, Harry drives a kiddie train in the shopping centre for the summer and is obsessed with babies, and Louis never stood a chance.]

here comes the sun by orphan_account

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Louis promises, his pink, chapped lips moving slowly in the cold. It matches the beanie on his head—pink, because they found out this morning that they’re having a girl and that’s just.

Harry’s going to be a dad. To a little girl. Five months from now he’ll be holding her in his arms, and she’ll be so lovely and small.

They’re going to have a spring baby and she’s probably going to have Louis’ eyes. What a blessing that would be. Harry crosses his fingers on the hand inside his pocket, hoping that she does. He’ll love her either way—blue or green or even brown eyes, it doesn’t matter—but he’d really like them to be blue, he thinks.

[Harry is a pediatric specialist, Louis is a neurosurgeon. All they want is a baby.]

So Put Your Hands In (The Holes of My Sweater) by Kat_rawr

“Are you gonna kiss me then?” He asks so quiet he isn’t even sure Louis heard him.

“I think it’s bad luck if I don’t.“ Louis’ breath is hot on Harry’s skin in the cold air. They stand in the dark; Louis’ face only lit up by the yellow-ish light from the street light a few metres away. The light over the door of their building hasn’t worked in years.

“Okay,” Harry says, and of course his cheeks heat up. There are definitely butterflies in stomach and his mouth is definitely dry.

or,

Harry and Louis go on a lot of not-dates

A Little Kind of Magic by Star55

A tiny tale of Louis' Very Important Birthday and Christmas at Hogwarts that Harry loves celebrating with his best friend whom he absolutely is not in love with. No matter what Niall says. (He's a little in love with Louis.)

it tastes like you, only sweeter by EmmyLouWho

Sometimes Harry hates being a second year, like when all his older friends get to go to Hogsmeade and he has to stay behind in the castle. Luckily, Harry has a Louis to make everything better.

For the prompt: “I’m not allowed to go to Hogsmeade but you always tell me stories about it and bring me candy from Honeydukes”

Sun-Dappled by QuickedWeen

Louis and his best friend Harry are in their seventh year at Hogwarts, facing down their future together. Louis has been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember, and he begins to feel a sense of urgency as the second semester begins. Finally he hatches a plan to tell Harry about his feelings on Harry's birthday.

Sweet Like Sunshine by orphan_account

When Louis saves him from some seventh years bullying him on his lack of Quidditch skills, Harry takes offense. Louis offers to teach him to make up for it. They fall in love somewhere along the way.

Featuring one exasperated Niall, trips to Hogsmede and many flying sessions.

Follow Me Down This Time by supernope

Harry first noticed Louis in his second term at Hogwarts, and despite three years of inventing ways to stumble across Louis, he's never managed to actually work up the courage to speak to him. Also known as, self-indulgent Hogwarts AU, because every fandom needs Hogwarts AUs.

For Reasons Wretched and Divine by panicmoonwalk

Niall’s head was sitting in the fireplace, wide grin lighting up his features as flames licked the bright tips of his hair. Louis promptly dropped his tray at the sight.

“Bloody hell!” He yelled, half at the sudden appearance of Niall in the fire and half at the scalding cocoa he’d just dropped on his bare foot. “What are you doing?!”

Niall just continued to grin, clearly highly amused by Louis hopping on one foot and desperately trying to search for a weapon he could use to beat his friend’s head out of the fireplace.

“Well,” Niall began. “We’re going on an adventure!”

Or, the one where Louis and Harry’s Christmas holiday at Hogwarts is rudely interrupted when they’re dragged off on a tropical wizard’s vacation, featuring some angry centaurs, a spell gone wrong, and the ‘weirdest birthday anyone’s ever had. Ever’.

Loving with a Little Twist by hrrytomlinson

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know Niall! I just promised my mother I’m bringing my boyfriend - a boyfriend I don’t have - to Thanksgiving dinner. What should I do? I can’t call back and be like, ‘Oh yeah mom, that boyfriend I said that I have, I don’t actually have. Sorry to disappoint you.’ My life is ruined.” Harry returns to suffocating himself with the pillow.

Niall laughs and Harry growls at his best friend’s unwarranted happiness in this life-ending situation. Harry is fucked. Fuck. He needs a boyfriend. Fuck.

(or a thanksgiving themed fake/pretend relationship au)

everywhere (i wanna be with you) by itiswhatitisbutterfly

Harry and Louis meet because they have terrible friends, they fall in love because something feels right in a world of uncertainty and shifting grounds. Louis is an actor and Harry is a model at the top of his game, the best things in life are the most unexpected ones and the things that hit you when you are least expecting it.

Featuring winter in London, nights in Paris, early mornings in New York, burning heat in Monte Carlo and an enduring love spent transcending four corners of the globe.

on a wednesday, in a cafe by wreckedboyfriends

“What can I get for you today?” he asked without looking up, arranging the last of the pastries.

“Have any recommendations? Never been here before, actually.” Harry hit his head on the top of the case in his haste to look at the source of the voice. It was a really beautiful voice, small and high and just lovely, if a voice could be lovely. Harry thought so. “Alright, mate?” the man asked when Harry finally composed himself, rubbing the top of his head as he took his place at the register.

Harry opened his eyes, and fuck. If Harry had thought his voice was lovely, the man himself was on a whole other level. “Alright, mate?” He repeated and shit. Harry had been openly staring for quite awhile, hadn’t he?

“Yeah,” Harry replied, and it came out sounding like a semi trailer running over gravel. He cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he repeated. “Um, the cherry danish is quite good, I think. ’S my favorite.”

The man smiled. “One cherry danish it is, then.”

OR Harry’s spent the last year with six locks on his door, a pair of too-flamboyant boots buried in the back of his closet, and insecurity issues the size of a mammoth. Louis changes some of that, but Harry changes the most.

I Long For You by AnotherAnonymousWriter

Thirty minutes later, he's sat on a bench in Hyde Park with a book in his lap and a travel mug with hot tea in his hand. Not far from where he's sat, a group of boys are playing football and a bunch of children are chasing each other. Life is good.

Or at least, life is good until he hears a familiar “LOOK OUT!” and sees a football flying in the direction of his face.

And then everything is black.

(Harry gets hit in the head by various objects and falls for a boy with blue eyes.)

Let It Snow by thebrainisafunnyplace

Bakery owner Harry Styles is always cold, until he hires local university student, Louis Tomlinson to work as a cashier. When the storm of the year hits, the boys find themselves stuck together inside the bakery the night before Christmas Eve. Luckily, they have each other to keep warm.

everything i can arrange, every part of me you change by orphan_account

“Don’t you try that shit with me,” Niall spits the second he reaches Louis, pulling off the hood with force. “What the hell is this?” He plops down next to Louis on the empty bleacher and unceremoniously pushes a sheet of crumpled paper in his face.

Netflix and Chill Buddy Application

It’s like no matter how hard Louis tries, he can’t seem to run away from this stupid fucking flyer. All the girls (and some of the boys) in every one of his classes have been talking about it all week. It’s on every wall of every building on campus. Louis went for a jog last night and he nearly tripped and died over a loose one on the football track.

[Harry needs a big spoon and Louis refuses to let anyone steal his position. Based on this post.]

No words by becharlatan

Harry is a music student who never talks because he's a total introvert. Louis happens to bump into him by accident and as if like the constellations, the two have aligned their paths together despite their differences.

Sun Emoji Moon Emoji by mybeanieandme

For the prompt:

University!au: Harry works at a cafe as the busboy and Louis just really wants to get to know him. (Louis pines for an insecure Harry for a semester)

nonstop earthquake dreams of you by lumineres

And there's heat behind it, blazing, plasmatic, like stars crashing together, like an explosion in space, like a supernova, like a black hole--everything else sucked out of existence. There's no bed and there's no pillow and they're not lying down, just floating somewhere, somehow, and there's no room and there's no X Factor house and there's no Niall snuffling or Liam's deep, even breathing and there's no wind or traffic outside and there's no hum of the heating unit and it's all just Louis. All encompassingly Louis.

or, harry falls hard and finds louis already at the bottom

Kiss From A Rose by lovelarry10

Harry is the quiet one in the office no one ever notices. Until Louis does, that is. When notes start appearing on Harry’s desk, he ponders who is behind the kind words, oblivious to Louis’ attempts to get his attention...

Black Cat by lalune15

Inspired by this tumblr post (not asked or requested): fic where louis works at a haunted house jumping out at people and harry’s friends drag him along even though he doesn’t really like haunted houses. when louis jumps out to scare their group, harry freaks out and accidentally jumps into louis’s arms. louis just squeaks. harry ends up sitting there with louis the rest of his shift and totally doesn’t come back every night after that.

Be Mine, For Always by zams

Louis is happy when Harry is happy. That's what Louis wants, and so when Louis starts feeling weird when Harry cuddles with Liam, Zayn, or Niall instead of him, he keeps quiet. But the burning, uncomfortable feeling Louis gets deep in his stomach when he sees Harry contentedly nuzzling Liam's neck, or Harry's arms and legs tangled around Niall like an octopus, or Harry's face smushed in Zayn's stomach as Zayn plays with his hair only gets worse as the days go by.

Loosen Up My Buttons by softfonds

The beautiful man opened this bakery about a year ago. He remembered the exact day he came: a glum, rainy morning in the middle of February, which instantly turned brighter the minute he saw him. The man had come in with some paint buckets and tools, and Louis doubted he would be able to fix up the drab place all by himself. But as he walked down the stairs at the end of the day and saw the man standing there in the middle of a gorgeous pink and white shop, clearly proud of his work, Louis fell in love at first sight. If only he knew how to talk to him.

Usually, Louis knew how to flirt. He prided himself on it. But every time he looked at the beautiful man, he completely forgot how to form sentences, and there was no way he could go up to him only to make a fool of himself. That was the last thing he needed.

Or, Louis owns a tattoo shop called Pretty in Ink, Harry owns a bakery called Rolling Scones, they haven't been introduced, and Valentine’s Day seems like the perfect opportunity to finally talk to the man Louis has been pinning over for the past year. And they both end up with more love than they bargained for.

Coffee Cups and Football Boots by kimtaedumb

Harry’s stood behind the counter again, but this time he’s painting his nails. Louis strolls up to the counter and, thanks to his no brain-to-mouth filter, blurts out, “Isn’t that a little girlish, Haz?” leaning closer to inspect.

Harry lets out a little huff as his hand slips, “Oh, damn, now I’ve messed it up,” he pouts and turns to Louis, “Why should making myself feel pretty be girly?”

Louis holds up his hands in surrender, “’M not judging, jus’ curious is all.”

(The entirely cheesy and cliché Christmas AU, in which Harry doesn’t give a damn what people think about him – mostly – and Louis may be a little bit in love.

Alternatively, the one in which Harry owns a café that’s barely scraping by and Louis is a footballer and he takes Harry away for Christmas.

Featuring Zayn as a cocky little shit that most definitely needs to be put back in his place, Niall as the loveable Irish dude who drinks too much and flirts with Zayn more than the average girl, and Liam who loves everyone but hates them all at the same time.)

you make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong by orphan_account

“Curly?” Louis says, stepping into Harry’s sight. “You okay?” Harry looks up from where he has two things in his hands, a thick winter coat sized for a newborn, and a sweatshirt fitting a grown man such as himself. He looks up at Louis, stricken, and holds them out for him to see. “They’re the same price,” he says. “They’re both forty dollars! Forty dollars for such little material.”

(or, Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can't think of a better way to spend it than on him.)

you were the ocean, i was drawn into you by by orphan_account

where harry takes pictures and worries too much and louis plays guitar.

i'll be your sunflower by scagnetism

“What do you think’s gonna stop us now?” Harry says cheekily, laughter in his voice as he looks up at Louis. “Something’s gotta get in our way like always, doesn’t it?”

“Ha,” Louis grins, kissing his cheek and holding open the door for him as they make their way toward the car. “Nothing’s gonna interrupt us this time. ‘S gonna be perfect, just like Pumpkin.”

Or, a few interruptions aren't going to stop Harry from having a perfect pregnancy and having the family he and Louis have always dreamed of.

Send Me Your Pillow (The One That You Dream On) by flowercrownfemme

Harry is embarrassed to realize he's nesting but can't stop stealing Louis' things for his nest.

Short fluffy o/o gaybo drabble with lots of cuddles and softness and sock stealing <3

As one we are everything/We are everything we need by louloubaby92

Harry finally marries the love of his life. He's got the mating mark, he's got Louis' ring on his finger.

And now, he's on his honeymoon. Louis is but a door away, waiting for him.

Honestly, he doesn't understand why he's nervous.

only guilty of loving you by sweetrevenge

After Harry gets set up with his co-worker's alpha friend Louis, he's expecting some pleasant conversation, free dinner, and maybe a new friend. What he doesn't expect, however, is that Louis' arrival in his life begins a life of crime Harry never knew he had in him.

A You've Got Mail!AU with a twist.

#Larry Stylinson #ask lots #fic rec #Lottie fic rec #fanfiction #fanfic #larry fanfiction #larry stylinson fanfiction #larry fanfic rec #larry fic rec #larry stylinson fic rec #fluff

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carelessannie · 4 years ago

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maybe it goes like this: tony courts peter (part 2)

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Read the Stuckony backstory WIP

Starker focus (Tony x Peter), Winteriron (Tony x Bucky), with reference to Stucky, Stony and Stuckony

This is the “meet... awkward” for my AU, and takes place roughly 8 months before the first chapter. Enjoy!

Major warnings: D/S Au, A/B/O Au, OmegaSub!Peter, BetaDom!Tony, OmegaSwitch!Bucky, AlphaDom!Steve, Heavy Awkward Flirting, Cute Nicknames, Kinda Sexy Winteriron

Maybe it goes like this:

8 Months Earlier

Peter is looking forward to seeing his Pack after class, definitely needing to cuddle up with Annie in their nest tonight. And maybe Clint will bring home pizza. It’s been a long-ass day.

Okay, definitely pizza.

From the front of the class, Peter can hear his professor introducing the guest lecturer, and he drags his backpack around to his seat to unlock his laptop and notebook. Just as he logs in and dates his notebook page, Peter looks up to see the most attractive man in New York walk through the door, smile to the class, and introduce himself.

Tony.

Tony Stark?

No Way. The Tony stark?

Peter's ears ring, and he swears he sinks three feet into the floor.

Mr. “just call me Tony” Stark is saying something about BioMolecular Engineering, about class credit, about new processes in the industry, about independent research opportunities, about the— wait.

Peter jerks in his seat, mouth ajar, as The Tony Stark lists benefits of working in his research lab for Stark Industries, a dream Peter has nursed since high school. He barely hears the rest of the presentation, focusing on closing his mouth and blinking, keeping hot Arousal out of his scent, adjusting himself in his pants—

“—and I’ll take questions up front if you have them, thanks."

There’s a round of lazy applause, as students start to pack up and file out, and Peter shakes himself, You have to talk to him. He scribbles a few questions on his notebook and throws everything into his backpack, floating across the classroom and to the back of the line.

When he finally steps up, both of them freeze. Peter restrains himself from scenting the older man right there in the classroom because hot damn .

Peter lets out a short gasp of “hellomynameisPeterParker,” thrusting his hand forward, and is pulled in for a firm handshake, Tony Stark looking into his eyes with a vaguely amused expression.

Peter lets go, reluctantly, and stutters out, “M-mr. Stark? I think I’d be interested in the semester research opportunity.”

“Of course, Peter Parker,” Tony turns and grabs a StarkPad, scrolling briefly before handing it over to Peter, “if you want to fill it out today, feel free. It’s an equal opportunity research grant, and provides a weekly stipend for the duration of the program.”

Mr. Stark continued with details, as Peter quickly puts his information in the application and presses “submit.” He peers up at the older man, Beta? Probably? Most of what he can scent is spice and fire– maybe cinnamon, or chai like Clint? It’s hard to tell without throwing his face into the man’s neck, and inhaling deep–

“Mr. Parker? Pete?”

Peter’s head shoots up, and he realizes he’s been still for too long without responding, and immediately goes to apologize, “Oh, I-i’m so sorry, Mr. Stark, I just… I finished the application? Shouldn’t I submit– or, sorry– send in a resume? Sorry.”

Mr. Stark keeps his expression schooled, but Peter can tell that he’s holding back a smile. Dammit Parker, way to nail the first impression. He shifts on his feet, biting his lip as Mr. Stark shakes his head slowly.

“No, it’s okay Peter. Our admin team will review the first round of applications by department, and send out an email link for further information, alright?” he gives into his smile, reaching out as if to... what, comfort Peter? But aborts the motion and crosses his arms, flexing slightly under his navy suit.

“Do you have any other questions, Peter?”

“No, n-no not right now, sorry, thank you Mr. Stark, sir. Um. Okay? I’ll see you later?” and Peter beats a hasty retreat out of the classroom, feeling his scent shift Embarrassed and hot tears prick his eyes.

Why does he always give a terrible first impression?

—

Tony stands, shocked in the empty classroom, schooling his scent and his breathing.

Thank you Mr. Stark, sir.

He collects his things in a haze, heading back to his pack and thinking about the gorgeous omega who just called his name.

Damn. His Alpha and Omega are gonna want to hear about this.

2 Weeks Later

Tony is straightening up the last few items in the R&D lab, hearing Pepper’s complaints of You need to care about your work space, Tony and You need to prepare a safe space for interns to work, Tony. And Pepper is right, of course, so Tony keeps cleaning.

He hears the doors swish open, and sighs, schooling his expression to neutral. He whirls around, raising his hands to defend himself against what he assumes is a new portion of nagging from Pepper, and instead–

The pretty omega from NYU.

What? “What are you–” Tony starts, watching as– Parker? Pete, Peter?– clutches a bag close to his chest, large doe eyes widening in shock and fear and… yup, there it is, FearShockEmbarassed Omega scent floods the lab as Peter takes a step backwards, lips opening and closing in shock.

“Hey, are you–”

“I’m so sorry, I–”

Tony shakes his head, stepping a little closer, “No, it’s okay, Peter? Right? From NYU?” with a nod in confirmation, Tony barrels ahead, “I thought you were– no, it doesn’t matter. Are you, are you here for the internship?”

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, they said to come at noon, but I thought I’d get here early and, god I can’t believe it, I’m so sorry, I’ll just wait– uh, wait outside?” Peter stutters through the explanation, lowering his eyes and backing towards the door to retreat into the hallway.

“No, like I said Peter, it’s okay, honestly,” Tony looks around quickly, trying to find a seat for the started young man, and yanks out the stool to his workbench, “here, sit down, please?”

There’s a moment of stillness as Peter looks between the stool and Tony, muttering something under his breath and setting his jaw in determination. Damn this boy is adorable, and Tony forces himself to keep a neutral expression as the om– the intern – walks across the room and sets down his backpack. Tony turns to the other side of the desk to give Peter some space, and clears the last of the notebooks into a nearby drawer.

He wants to start a conversation with Peter, fingers twitching in the unbearable silence, but is saved by the lab doors opening again, revealing Pepper leading five lost looking interns into the room. She leads so gracefully, he thinks, and feels his scent turn Fond and Proud for the Beta. Pepper sits each intern down, greeting Peter as well, and before he knows it, orientation and introduction are underway. The interns have their own work benches, and Pepper lets another supervisor take over the first day paperwork.

While the interns work in silence, Tony refuses to fixate on Peter, even though he takes to the research environment so beautifully. He's smart, he makes the funniest sarcastic quips when he thinks no one is listening, and he's kind of quiet, but always speaks up when he has a strong opinion.

Tony keeps his interactions unbiased among the other interns, mostly betas and one alpha, and is so relieved when the day ends and the students finally shuffle out of the lab. Peter ends up last to leave, staring at Tony and nervously licking his lips as he shoulders his bag. He seems to hesitate.

“Yeah, what’s up Pete?”

“Oh… no, right, see you tomorrow?” Peter shifts back and forth on his feet.

Tony smiles, “Of course, early bird,” and honestly can’t help his eye twitching, helplessly, in a wink.

Peter stutters out some type of goodbye, and flutters back through the door.

Tony blows out a breath, “JARVIS, call Bucky.”

—

“So what you’re tellin’ me is, you’ve somehow managed to find a smokin’ hot–”

“Beautiful,” Tony interrupts, “and compatible–”

“Right, smokin’ hot, compatible omega, and you… hire him?”

“I mean, technically I didn’t hire him personally–”

“Tony–”

“No, you know what, I get it. It’s my fault I can’t have him. But Bucky, I swear he’s so damn smart, and I can’t even let myself hope about his orientation,”

Bucky groans audibly over the line, but Tony protests again, “–because I swear he would submit so beautifully, Bucky, I can just see it. And remember how I said he called me sir?”

“How could I forg–”

“It’s all I can think about. I don’t wanna be overbearing, but I’m completely helpless around him and have no idea what to do. Bucky, I winked at him. Winked. And he ran away so fast.”

He can hear Bucky laughing at him over the line, that idiot, and Tony drops his head in his hands.

“Want my advice, sweetheart?” Bucky doesn’t wait for an answer before continuing, “I think you should take it slow and court ‘im. Sounds like it could be awhile before you can make anything official, and what is he, like eighteen?”

“... Twenty.”

“Okay, twenty. He probably isn’t looking for a permanent pack anyways, alright? Get to know ‘im at work, and as soon as you can, you should also put a stop to him seeing you as his boss,”

“Wait, but–”

“No, Tony. As much as it feels great for this little omega to call you ‘Mr. Stark’ and ‘Sir,’ if you want anything more with this guy, you have to work to even out the relationship a bit.”

Tony slumps down into a seat, sighing dramatically. Bucky goes silent as Tony processes what he’s saying. A thought occurs to him,

“Wait, is that how Steve got you?”

Bucky snorts, “Yeah, you know our Alpha’s ‘bout as subtle as a dump truck. His advice is gonna be, ‘sit the omega down, state your intentions to court him, communicate clearly,’ all that shit,” another laugh, this time fonder, “I’m just sayin’ to save that for later, okay? Take it slow.”

Heading towards the door, Tony signals for JARVIS to move the conversation to his phone as he heads home. He pops in an earpiece for the call, and makes sure Bucky is still on the line.

“Yeah, I’ll take your advice Bucky-bear. Hey, are you home?” Tony taps his foot as the elevator descends to the parking garage, feeling a familiar itch starting under his skin.

“Yeah I am, Steve’s out until later... why, what’s up?”

He gets out of the elevator, heading for his car, “I think all this talk of the perfect omega has me missing you. Wanna do something soft and dirty when I get home?”

Bucky hums, the sound sweet and tempting, even over the phone line, “Whaddya have in mind, my Beta?”

“Oh you know I love when you call me that,” Tony peels out onto the main road, heading towards their coastal property, their home, “I want you to contact Steve and ask him to pick up dinner, your choice. I’ll tell him what my plan is for you tonight, so he won’t be surprised. I’ll be there in thirty-five minutes and want you in the red room, ready to play, understood?”

Tony can hear Bucky breathing quicker over the phone as he responds, “Yes, Beta.”

“My good omega. And for now, let’s not tell our Alpha about Peter. Not unless it gets serious, okay?”

“Mmm okay, Tony. Hurry home,” and Bucky ends the call.

Tony steps on it.

#starker #winteriron #stuckony #stony #stucky #tony x peter #bucky x tony #d/s fic #light d/s #meet awkward #getting together #fluff #MiGLT #omegaverse

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iknowthekoolaidflavor · 4 years ago

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Every Kind of Way

Prompt: On the way to a friend's house, during a blizzard, you end up stuck in a cabin with Daveed’s family...or as I like to call it Rose doesn’t know how to finish her other projects, so she wrote something else

READ PART 1 HERE

LISTEN TO EVERY KIND OF WAY BY H.E.R.

Pairing: alpha!werewolf!daveed x omega!reader

Tagging: @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs @ramp-it-up

This is a soulmate au with a/b/o dynamics, werewolves, eventual smut, and some pining because why not!

The warmth wrapped around your body helped you sleep until a loud crash forced you awake. Your body shot up with your heart racing. The spacious room unfamiliar, but decorated with family photos, multiple bookshelves and board games, and a fireplace. You were resting next to the fire, wrapped in several blankets.

The door was next to the bookshelf. At least you knew you had an exit if things got out of hand. All you remembered was running, then everything went dark. Every time you tried to pull yourself from the floor, you ended up right where you started.

“It’s okay”, you heard from the kitchen, “I’ll clean it up. Make sure our guest isn’t up yet. I would hate to wake her”

“That’s awfully kind of you...even though she’s been out for ten hours”, a man answered as he walked to the living room, “There’s no way she’s--”

The man stopped in his tracks as he watched you try and fail to pull yourself off the ground. It took three steps for him to cross the room and catch you before you hit the floor again, carefully sitting you down on the couch. The blankets were wrapped around your frame again.

“I’m so sorry for waking you”, the woman from the kitchen apologized

“Where am I?”, you asked, pulling the blanket closer, “Who are you?”

“I’m Jasmine. This is my husband, Anthony”

“Nice to meet you”, Anthony smiled

“And where am I?”

“The middle of nowhere”

Jasmine glared at her husband before responding, “Technically, yes. We’re in the middle of nowhere, but we prefer it that way”

“The question is”, someone said from behind you, “What were you doing out there in the middle of a blizzard”

The man standing behind you was tall with blonde hair, fixing his Oakland hoodie.

“I’m on my way to see a friend”

“In a blizzard?”, he challenged

“That’s none of your concern”

“It is when you almost died out there”

“Well I’m not--”

“Because he saved you”

You turned to Anthony, but he caught on before you could speak, shrugging his shoulders.

“Not me”, Anthony turned to his friend, “Where is he anyway?”

“Still checking the perimeter. He’s being...cautious”

Jasmine let out a laugh.

“This is Rafa. He means well, even if he comes off as a dick sometimes. It how he shows he cares”

“I’m Y/N”

Rafa smiled and walked to the kitchen. When he came back, Anthony pulled the coffee table closer to you and Rafa placed a bowl of soup and water down.

“I know you’re starving”

On queue, your stomach growled. You positioned yourself on the floor and dug in. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about everyone else in the room, all you that mattered was you and that bowl of soup. When you finally looked up from the empty bowl, all eyes were on you.

“That’s my mom’s recipe”, Rafa smiled, “Can’t wait to tell her I got it right this time”

“It’s amazing”

“Thank you. I’ll get you some more and don’t forget your water. You’re dehydrated”

As Rafa left, you heard a loud growl outside. Jasmine shook her head as she tapped Anthony’s arm.

“He’s back”, Anthony called out, “You can come with us if you want”

Jasmine helped you off the ground and wrapped the blanket tightly around you. She told you what boots to slip on before making sure you were ready for the frigid weather. You stepped out on the snow covered porch listening to Anthony talk about you getting better. When you finally made it outside, you expected to see another human. Instead, you were face to face with a werewolf standing on its hind legs to reach the house.

Not every family that were descendants from werewolves can shift, which was the case with your kin. Just a family full of controlling alphas and betas. The photos of werewolves did nothing to prepare you for what was in front of you. The giant werewolf was covered in thick, black fur with brown eyes. It happily licked Anthony on the cheek, making him laugh. Anthony ran his fingers through his fur, whispering softly.

“That’s Daveed”, Jasmine started, “The one who pulled you out the snow. He’s friendly, just a little rough around the edges”

“I’ve never seen a werewolf in their full form before”, you admitted shifting your weight on your other leg, “Can you shift too?”

“Yeah, but only when I need too”

In the time it took you to get acclimated with your surroundings, you never noticed that Jasmine was an alpha. Female alphas weren’t as rare as omegas, yet you never met one until today. Anthony was a beta like most of your friends. You tend to stay away from alphas mostly, but you already felt at ease around Jasmine and Rafa.

“Y/N, come here”, Anthony called as he waved you over

You took small steps until you reached Daveed. Daveed leaned forward, sniffing the space around you. He growled softly, then leaned in to sniff your neck. He took deep breaths, taking in your scent as if he couldn’t get enough. He inhaled one last time, but this time he accidentally brushed his nose against your neck. It felt like electricity shot through you. You yelped, taking a step back, grabbing the offended area. You couldn’t bring yourself to admit how good it felt or the slick pooling between your thighs from one touch.

Daveed jumped back and dropped in the snow. Jasmine pulled you close, asking if you were alright. She examined you, softly asking you more questions. When she knew you were alright, you turned to walk in the door only to see Daveed in his human form, completely naked. You quickly turned away.

He cocked his head to the side, barely acknowledging you, then walked in the house with a huff.

“What the hell was that?”, Anthony snapped, taking the words right out your mouth, “Jazzy--”

“I know. I’ll talk to him, stay with Y/N”

Jasmine stepped inside, mumbling something about wanting to rip his throat out with her teeth. Anthony ushered you inside, unaware of the bomb about to detonate. Jasmine was upstairs in a screaming match with Daveed that grew louder by the second.

Rafa stood in the kitchen with his head down, hands gripped the counter, threatening to rip it off. He tried to keep himself composed as he turned to you and Anthony.

“Daveed says he wants her out by morning”

#werewolf!daveed #werewolf!au #alpha!daveed #omegaverse #omegaverse au #daveed x reader #daveed diggs x reader #omega!reader #werewolf!daveed x reader #alpha!daveed x reader #soulmates au

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risthebrave · 4 years ago

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day 16; “blush”

free-form; college au, omega louis, alpha harry

happy birthday @moonyblouie!

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hungry,” Liam says, grimacing as he starts packing up his things. They’ve been studying here at the library for nearly three hours already but Louis feels like he’s barely made a dent. “Do you want to grab something to eat?”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Louis says immediately, eyes darting to the library entrance as the doors swing open and someone enters. Except it’s just an omega girl, messing with her scarf. He slumps, disappointed. He only glances back at the others when Zayn clears his throat, flushing apologetically. “You all go ahead though,” he assures them.

“You’re going to stay here?” Liam says, frowning. “I think we’ve studied enough, don’t you think? My eyes are burning, for fuck’s sake.”

“Just want to go over some of these concepts one last time,” Louis mumbles, ducking his head to hide the blush coloring his cheeks when Zayn sends him a knowing look.

“We can technically run through some more flashcards on the way,” Perrie chimes in, scrolling through her phone and most likely searching for a place. “Emma told me about this new place on Fourth that’s apparently really good.”

“No, really it’s fine, go on without me,” Louis stresses, pulling his textbook out of Liam’s reach when he tries to pick it up. “I think I need to do some independent revising anyway.”

“Are you sure, Lou?” Liam asks.

“If you’re really worried about the test, we can meet up again tomorrow,” Perrie says, clearly assuming that Louis is overwhelmed. Well, he is, but not because of that.

“I just really need to study by myself,” he insists. He should have come up with a better excuse for not going out with them and then come back to the library discreetly, he thinks frustratedly. But it’s too late now to backtrack. “Seriously, go on!”

“Just tell them the truth,” Zayn murmurs in a low voice, coughing right after. Louis shoots him a warning glance.

Unfortunately for Louis, Liam and Perrie both caught the exchange. “What?” they both ask in unison.

“Nothing,” Louis squeaks, cheeks turning even more red.

Perrie narrows her eyes, looking from his flustered face to Zayn’s exasperated one. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing. Zayn is stupid,” Louis says. He gestures to emphasize but ends up knocking over his pencil box, sending pencils and highlighters and other random crumpled up pieces of paper spilling onto the floor. He groans, chair dragging against the carpet as he drops to his knees to pick them up.

“It sounds like something,” Perrie continues to needle, crouching down to help him.

“It’s not a big deal,” Louis deflects, shoving a handful of pens back into the pink pouch. “It’s genuinely nothing, actually. There’s nothing to be told, just -”

“Louis is pining over some alpha that sometimes hangs out at the library when his friend is working as an aid,” Zayn blurts.

Louis sighs. “I hate you.”

“An alpha?” Liam exclaims, sounding confused.

“Your future alpha?” Perrie says, perking up immediately. “Lou, you need to tell me everything. Like, now!”

He groans. “There’s nothing to tell,” he grumbles. “He’s just… really cute. And he smells so good. And he doesn’t even know I exist.” He groans again.

“Yet,” Perrie says loudly, getting the attention of a beta from another table that glares at them. “He doesn’t know you exist yet,” she whispers, lips curling up into what Louis has dubbed her ‘scheming’ smile in the past.

“Oh, no,” he says, recognizing the look she sends Zayn. He shakes his head wildly. “No, no, no way. Whatever you’re thinking, it’s a big no.”

“C’mon, Lou, you’ve been fawning over this alpha for a month,” Zayn says and Louis makes an indignant noise, crossing his arms with a pout. “You need to just get it over with and talk to him.”

“Why can’t he talk to me?” Louis whines, tipping his head back with a sigh. “I’ve tried everything. Sitting attractively, looking for books in the aisle next to the one he’s standing in, wearing those low-neck tops that usually work like catnip.”

“Yeah, except every time he even gets close to looking at you, you hide behind a book!” Zayn accuses, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t deny it, I’ve seen it with my own two eyes!”

“That’s not true,” he insists anyway. “Alphas are dumb!”

“Well, that’s true,” Perrie snorts.

“Hey,” Liam complains, brows furrowing. He grimaces, considering. “Actually, that’s fair.”

“Alphas are dumb so you need to make it easy for him,” Perrie says seriously. “Go up to him. Let him get a whiff of your scent and see that pretty neck and he’ll be hooked, I’d bet a million dollars on it.”

Louis turns to Zayn. “I hate you,” he repeats.

“Perrie’s the one making a plan,” he complains, offended.

“I despise you.”

“Both of you, shut up,” Perrie says, clapping her hands together. “So obviously none of us are going to the cafe.” Both Louis and Liam groan, but for two entirely different reasons. “Quiet! This is important.” She turns to Louis with a solemn expression on her face. “What time does he normally show up?”

“Six thirty,” he answers reluctantly.

They all turn to look at the clock at the same time, right as the minute hand joins the hour hand at the big six. It’s six thirty.

“I hate all of you,” Louis decides, dropping his head into his hands.

“Okay, let’s practice what’s going to happen when he walks in,” Perrie rushes, eyes wide. “Lou, what does he look like?”

“What does who look like? What are we talking about again?” he asks, heart pounding in his chest. Any minute now, Harry Styles is going to walk through that door and his friends are going to embarrass him and ruin any chance of him ever being interested in Louis.

“He’s tall. Curly hair. Green eyes,” Zayn offers, and Louis throws the damn pencil case at him. “Dimples too.”

“Liam, pretend to be the alpha,” Perrie commands.

“Hi, I’m the alpha,” Liam says, voice monotone and face blank. Zayn masks his laugh with a cough.

Perrie is not impressed. “Give me something to work with,” she says. “We only have a few minutes and we need a plan.”

“Are we going to watch?” Zayn asks, sounding eager.

“No,” Louis says, right as Perrie and Liam say, “Yes.” He glares at all of them. “Don’t you dare! Harry’s going to think I’m so -”

“So his name is Harry,” Perrie grins. “Louis and Harry sittin’ in a tree -”

“Guys, I’m still hungry,” Liam says woefully, eyeing the clock.

“You know what? Let’s go, Liam,” Louis says, standing up abruptly. “I’m not doing this.”

Perrie and Zayn both protest but he brushes them off, shaking his head. He’ll just stick to his sensual reading tactics and hope it one day works. There’s no way he’s approaching Harry today, especially with his nosy friends in close vicinity.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” he repeats his words from earlier. He grabs his jacket and shrugs it on, pulling his books up and hugging them to his chest. “Liam, let’s -”

He freezes as the library door swings open and Harry steps in. “Shit.”

december word prompt challenge 12/16/20

#dwpc #word prompts #not a wip #freeforms #random abo free forms #yes it's still finals week #but technically i didn't have a final today #so somewhat better

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daggerandrose · 5 years ago

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Happy 28th everyone! I hope everything is doing well during this crazy time! Remember to take care of yourself and be kind to everyone.

Please leave a comment/kudos on these fics! (All of these fics are under 10k as of today)

And I’d Marry You Harry (Because You Forced Me), 24k, by @2tiedships2

Louis had blindly followed Harry back to his office, closing the door behind him.

“I’m slightly confused,” Louis said. “Actually I’m very confused.”

“About what?”

“What just happened upstairs? Did you forget that you told your boss that we were engaged? Because the last time I checked we are very much not engaged. At all. No offense, but we never will be.”

“It’s really not that complicated,” Harry explained. “We get married and in a year or so we can file for divorce. No big deal. It’s not like you can’t wait a little while to find someone else anyway.”

Louis was going to pay a bus driver to accidentally run into Harry. A concussion would be fine. Obviously a couple broken limbs. That’s something that’s not complicated.

Or The Proposal AU featuring Harry as Sandra Bullock, Louis as Ryan Reynolds, and all the fun a fake relationship and forced engagement can bring.

But When We Kiss..., 8k, by @indiaalphawhiskey

Louis only nodded, still smiling. “Right, okay. As much fun as this has been, I really doubt the lovely heated seating of my car will dull our banter. Or...” he dragged out the ‘r’, eyes mischievous. “Are you really going to let a…” he assessed Harry. “Twenty? Twenty year gap,” he confirmed. “Be the reason you get hypothermia? Is that really the hill you want to freeze on, Mr. Principled?”

–– Or, while Harry and Louis adore the chase, they find they adore each other much, much more.

don’t know if i could ever go without, 14k, by @lovehl

“We’ve come up with a solid solution. You’re not going to like it.”

“What is it?” Louis narrows his eyes suspiciously, glancing at a visibly enthusiastic Liam.

“What if you pretended to be an Alpha?” Zayn suggests.

just a little dance, 1k, by @suspendrs

“Keep your head up, love,” he says, pulling away and grabbing Harry’s hands. “Dance with me.”

“I don’t want to dance,” Harry pouts, but he lets Louis pull him into the center of the dark kitchen, anyway.

“Just a little dance,” Louis says, tugging Harry’s hands until he’s flush against his front.

Or, a tiny drabble based on the cutest lyric from perfect now

Adore You, 23k, by @2ofusmp4

When they’d first come into this lifestyle, the being in their roles in their day to day lives, Louis had struggled with it. He’d found it hard to distinguish between what Harry was doing because he thought he had to, with Louis as his dominant, and what he wanted to do just because of them being partners.

Being ‘twenty-four-seven’ in the traditional sense wasn’t exactly realistic in their life, no matter how much they tried to make it work. They could do small things within their power dynamic, they could try their best to keep it going, but more or less, it wasn’t a constant thing. Harry called it submission with weekends and bank holidays, and it worked for them.

As different as it was from what he expected, no matter what, in the end, it worked for them – and that was all that mattered.

“Can I… take care of you?” Harry had asked, his eyes looking everywhere but at Louis. Louis had just turned twenty-three, they’d been exploring things, doing new things for years, and Harry still managed to surprise him. “Like… Just do things for you like you take such good care of me.”

OR: A canon-compliant fic where Harry wants nothing more than to take care of Louis.

I Love You (From My Head To-ma-toes), 26k, by @yousopugly

When Louis is dared to ask out the attractive Man in the Sweater Vest at the pub, he certainly doesn't expect their relationship to bloom the way it does. Featuring a dare that isn't really a dare, too many vegetable references, and two silly boys falling in love.

Does it Look Devious or Something?, 4k, by @haztobegood

When someone complains about Louis’ new business, he must defend his sex toy shop to the city council.

Written for Prompt #231: The amazement at how much hot air people manage to produce.

Omega Show Repair, 6k, by @musketrois

“Can I help you with anything?” The worker asked.

Heat spread across Harry’s cheeks as he realized he had been silently staring.

“Yes!” Harry scrambled to find the words he needed when all he wanted to do was continue admiring his surroundings, the man included.

The man’s smile didn’t falter as Harry gathered himself, continuing, “I had some questions.”

Harry walked closer and placed his warm hands on the edge of the counter. “My favorite pair of boots need resoled but I wanted to check if you’d be willing to do that for me.”

Harry needs to get his favorite pair of boots fixed.

I Don't Love You I Want in Your House, 6k, by @londonfoginacup

Harry comes into the bakery almost every day trying to woo Louis.

Zayn works out at the gym maybe a little more than necessary so that he can get the chance to watch Liam train.

Niall is the only one who ever checks the mail.

Your secret's safe with me, 7k, by @cameupshort

He knew almost everything about Haz, considered him his best friend. He knew his favourite movies and books, how he liked his coffee, knew how many pets he had and what he was most afraid of. Louis knew how to calm him down when he was panicking, and that he’d lost his virginity to his ex-boyfriend when he was 17. He knew that Haz had curly hair, green eyes, that he was tall and considered himself slightly awkward. He knew his Instagram account that only had aesthetic pictures or ridiculous jokes, but in the all the time that Louis had known him, he’d never learnt, or been allowed to know, Haz’s full name, what he sounded like, or what he looked like.

Louis didn't care.

Or, when Louis' favourite singer comes back and announces he's performing again, him and the rest of his group chat decide to go. When Haz, the man Louis' fallen in love with without meeting him, says that he can't, Louis tries his best to convince him with a drunken phone call, hearing his voice for the first time. It's not until he's at Royal Variety that he swears he can hear it again.

The Finding Sea, 17k, by @angelichl

They met at the ocean, in a way. It makes sense for them to fall in love at the ocean too.

Harry is in love with his best friend. They go on vacation together.

- Fort Myers, Florida. -

Missed Connection, 39k, by @littlelouishiccups

Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are tattooed on your skin.

With a boring and generic soul mark like Hi, Harry is pessimistic he’ll ever find his soulmate or that he’ll realize it when he meets them. But he could always have it worse, like his new friend Louis who had a drunken one night stand with his soulmate a few years ago and woke up the next morning alone.

Also, I’ve been reading a lot of sterek fics recently and I found a gold mine in @isthatbloodonhisshirt‘s fics! Holy wow! So many amazing fics!

#mine #fic rec #28th appreciation #fanfiction #larry fanfiction

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eevee-of-rivia · 4 years ago

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“Because Loki is..”

Summary: AU Omegaverse where Loki rules New York.

Pairing: Alpha!Loki x omega!Reader

Word count: 2100

Warning: Nothing I think

It was a quiet autumn afternoon. The summer heat had given way to a cooler and more bearable climate for New Yorkers. The leaves on the trees had already begun to change color, making the trees a fantasy of colors that varied between orange, yellow and red.

Y/N loved autumn and everything it involved. The temperature change, Halloween, autumn colors and long walks taken at night to return to her home after closing her bookshop even though, for a few years, the girl had stopped walking home because of some Alpha who had annoyed her and who had tried to follow her under the house thinking that they could do what they wanted because she, as omega, had no right to react.

But since Loki's capture of New York, things had changed dramatically.

Loki had made many changes since becoming their king, and although many would never admit it, New York had become one of the safest cities for omegas and people in general, even though the presence of The Chitauris walking the streets could deceive and make people uncomfortable.

For many, Loki was a heartless dictator ready to kill anyone who opposed him. For Y/N, Loki was the Alpha that changed her life.

It was an October afternoon, the streets were quiet and people walked cheerfully through the parks of New York. Y/N was putting some books on the shelves, not before reading the plot and putting aside a copy of the books she was interested in. Reading was her favorite hobby. She could spend the whole day reading a book that particularly interested her regardless of the author.

The girl was reading the plot of a book when she heard someone knocking on the door of the store. Slightly puzzled, the girl looked up from the book and shifted her focus to the man who was standing in front of the store door. Smiling at Y/N, she greeted him with her hand before heading to the door to let the man, who was waiting outside, in. "Sorry Timoty, I wasn't expecting you so soon!" the girl said, stepping aside to allow the blonde to enter the store. "I think it's my fault, I arrived early today," Timoty said, passing a hand through his hair trying to fix it slightly. "No problem, you arrived just in time anyway! I just finished putting the books on the shelves and found one that might interest you."

Y/N was heading to the bookshelf where she had put the book for her friend when she heard something take her wrist. Weirded out from that action, the girl turned her head slightly, dropping her gaze on the hand that was holding her wrist tightly. "Timoty what are you doing?" she asked confused by her friend's behavior. "Y/N I need to tell you something. I-I love you Y/N," the blonde said quickly, leaving the girl's wrist.

"Timoty.." was the only thing Y/N said before taking a deep breath and then taking her right hand to her heart. "I'm sorry but... My heart belongs to someone else, you are just a friend to me" She didn't even have to finish the sentence that Timoty shrugged her shoulders by slightly clutching them.

"Who is he?" the blonde asked her in a worriedly calm tone. Tone that became more aggressive when the girl refused to answer and then shifted her gaze from the man's face to the floor. "TELL ME WHO IS HE" shouted the man, clutching the grip he had on the girl's shoulders, shaking them slightly. "Loki! His name is Loki!"

Silence. The only thing they could hear were the cars passing on the road in front of the bookshop. Timoty was looking at Y/N with an empty look as he tried to process the words the girl had told him a few minutes ago. Clutching his wrists, the blonde shook his head slightly, asking one last question to the girl he loved. "He's a heartless and selfish monster. He is the worst Alpha in this world and he will not hesitate to kill you if you don't behave or only if he doesn't like you so... Why him?" asked Timoty in a cold tone as he made his way to the store door.

"Because Loki is.."

A few days had passed since Y/N last saw Timoty. The boy no longer visited her in the store, he didn't even answer messages or calls. The girl sighed slightly trying to distract herself so as not to think of the friend, who had decided to close their friendship, continuing to drink her tea that, by now, had become cold when someone knocked insistently on the door of the store causing the girl to jump. It was 11 p.m. on a Sunday evening, all the shops were closed and almost all the people had come home to rest. Who could be at this hour?

A little fearful, the girl walked to the door, opening it slightly and then a slight cry escaped when she saw that in front of her two Chitaurs towered. She did not have time to open the door completely that one of the two creatures took her arm by dragging her out of the store. Y/N knew what was going on. The Chitauri were taking her to Loki's palace. She had heard many stories of people being taken to Loki's palace and then never returning, they were probably executed for their crimes.

In order not to make the situation worse, the girl decided to remain silent all the time by keeping her gaze down and avoiding eye contact with the two creatures. "Maybe my execution by Loki won't be so cruel," the girl thought as she continued to walk.

It didn't take long for the girl to find herself in front of what was once the Stark Tower and which had now become Loki's palace.

Y/N was brought into the building and then led to a boy who was looking at her with an emotionless look. From his scent Y/N recognized that the boy in front of her was a beta, like Timoty.

"Our King is waiting for you Miss Y/L/N" was the only thing the boy said before starting to walk to the elevator in front of them. A little hesitant she followed the boy in front of her, staying a few steps away from him, waiting to be in front of Loki as her head was filled with questions including one to which she could not find an answer. Why did Loki want to see her?

The girl was taken to the throne room only to be left alone. The room was large, Loki's scent filled the room giving Y/N a strange sense of tranquility. At the center of it was a huge golden throne with emerald green trim, the colors of Loki.

Y/N was lost in her thoughts when she was frightened by a hand that had rested on her shoulder. Turning around, the girl found in front of herself the figure of her best friend who, a few days ago, had declared himself to her without being reciprocated. "T-Timoty? Why are you here..? Why your scent is so... Different?" the girl asked, confused by the whole situation. Why was her best friend there? Why his scent was the one of a very powerful and dominant Alpha? Why did he look so different?

The blonde in front of her did not respond simply waiting for the illusion to disappear revealing himself in his true form.

Seconds passed before Y/N realized what was going on in front of her. The figure of his best friend was slowly changing into the figure of a taller man, with black raven hair, blue eyes and a sly smirk on his face.

Loki.

On the girl's face appeared a frightened and confused expression at the same time as she stepped back to put as much distance as possible between her and the man. What she considered her best friend was just a mere illusion created by the Alpha in front of her. "Now now. Why are you running away my little omega?” Loki asked her in a calm and gentle tone as she slowly approached the girl's figure. "P-Please.." was the only one Y/N could say before Loki interrupted her. "Don't be scared my little pet, I wuold not hurt you but know I want you to Kneel in front of me"

Looking at the figure of the man for a few moments she decided to kneel before him, slightly lowering her face to hide the redness that had appeared on her cheeks because of the order that the man had given her. Y/N had always been very submissive but had never felt so sympathetic to the other Alphas she had known in her life.

Slowly Loki approached the girl's figure by stroking her cheek softly.

"What a good pet," the man said, whispering in her ear and causing chills of pleasure down the girl's back. But that moment of intimacy didn't last long as Loki soon moved his hand from the girl's cheek and handed it to Y/N to help her to get up.

Although a little hesitant she decided to take Loki's hand and then get up with his help. "I think I owe you an explanation but first I want to know something Why do you love me, Y/N?"

The girl took a deep breath as she tried to take courage and find the right words, only to look up slightly and look into the eyes of the man who was standing in front of her and who was now looking at her with a questioning expression and a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "You have changed my life. You have changed the city making it a better place for its citizens and for all the omegas that live there giving us a sense of serenity and tranquility.

And because you have saved my life. Everyone considers you a monster but I consider you my hero" "I didn't save anyone's life," Loki said, trying to hide his emotions toward Y/N.

"Yes you have," she said, taking Loki's hand and clutching it slightly, waiting for his reaction. When she saw that the man did not shrink the girl continued. "It happened a few weeks after the Avengers defeat, I was on my way home after closing my bookshop when I noticed an Alpha was following me. I tried to speed up the pace but within seconds he reached me by pressing his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming and then dragging me into an alley.

The man pushed me against a wall causing me to fall to the ground but, before he could do anything to me, an Alpha came to my rescue, immediately killing the man who had dragged me there. Even though it was dark, I recognized you immediately and in that instant I knew you weren't and that you would never be the monster that everyone was talking about."

Loki said nothing, simply wiping the tear with his thumb which was descending on the girl's cheek.

Seconds passed before the Alpha approached Y/N and put his hand on her waist, slightly clutching it. "I acted without thinking, I couldn't let that man hurt you. I couldn't let that vile creature lift even a finger on the girl I loved" those words surprised Y/N by making a questioning expression appear on her face.

"You are so different from everyone Y/N, the first time I saw you I realized that you had to be mine so I decided to pretend to be someone else to get closer to you and to protect you. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I couldn't believe the idea that a sweet person like you could love a monster like me." Loki could not finish the sentence as he was interrupted by Y/N taking his face in her hands by gently kissing him.

"You are not a monster ok? You are a hero Loki, my hero." It was the only thing the girl said before she hugged the man in front of her.

"I want you to clame me, I want to be your omega for ever," said the girl gently looking at Loki and shifting her head slightly to the side to discover her neck. The man looked at her for a moment, looking for some signs of hesitation in the girl's eyes, then bit her neck breaking her skin and leaving the mark that would forever tie her to his Alpha.

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starker-eternity · 5 years ago

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Come What May

Okay... so this is Part One of my A/B/O fic. This will be a multi-chapter fic and probably a slow burn one as well. I’ve been spending way too much time on world building for this fic that will probably never see the light of day. This fic will also have strong ties to Sentinel and Guides... a trope that I don’t read much of in the marvel fandom.

@lurafita this fic is dedicated to you - hope it doesn’t disappoint! 🥺

Pairings: Starker, AmeriWinterHawk, minor background pairings

Warnings: AU, A/B/O, Sentinels & Guides, mpreg, light angst, fluff

PART ONE

He dreams of wings.

Enormous wings made of the softest feathers in the world.

Feathers of burnt shades of red and gold that gleam in the dying light of day.

He can hear the rustle of the feathers as the wind flows through, playfully tempting the wings to spread in flight.

Instead the wings curl around his body, creating a soft and dark cocoon of safety... of protection... of love... matched by the strength in two arms that encircle his chest.

He can smell a masculine musk, tinged with a slightly metallic scent and a hint of engine oil. A combination of smells that run straight through to his gut, leaving it tense in sudden arousal.

As he allows his dream body to relax in the hold of his mysterious winged companion, he hears a dark, rich voice speaking to him.

“Awaken, precious one.”

He knows this voice belongs to his unknown companion. It’s asking... no... commanding his obedience. Leaving no question of this expectation and yet the tone also hints at rewards if it’s obeyed.

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

He can hear the loneliness and the longing in the voice. It dampens the arousal and replaces it with an ache in his heart. A sudden need to curl up in the speaker’s arms and provide comfort pours through his veins, while at the same time protecting and preventing future hurts from occurring.

“Come to me, my Sentinel.”

He wakes up.

Peter abruptly sits up in his bed, curls clinging to the sweat on his forehead. His right hand automatically reaches up to clutch at his t-shirt, right over his pounding heart. He takes a few breaths, trying to calm his heart, before he scrambles from his confining sheets and hop-steps over to his window.

Peter lifts the window dash, letting the muggy August air into his room. As he stares into the waning night, he thinks back on the dream. He wonders if it was actually a dream... or if it was a Calling? Even now, some of the details were fading, but he remembers the words the unknown voice said.

The voice called him Sentinel.

That was impossible though. Although the time frame was valid, as the majority of Sentinels start to come online with their senses around the age of 18. Peter’s 18th birthday was in a matter of days, so if he was a Sentinel, it would make sense that a Guide would be trying to connect to him through a Calling. A Sentinel needs a Guide to help them through the sensory overloads and to prevent the potential zone outs.

However, Peter can’t be a Sentinel.

Peter is an Omega.

His secondary gender, identified at birth when he was scented by his Alpha sire, makes the possibility of him emerging online as a Sentinel unrealistic. It was well established through medical studies and journals that Alphas came online as Sentinels and Omegas came online as Guides. No deviations, no anomalies, no exceptions. Surely if there were any, the Centers would mention them during the classes they held for Alphas and Omegas.

Peter felt a little uneasy as he thought about the Centers. Information and training hubs found in every major city in the world, Centers were commanded by a Prime Alpha Sentinel and Omega Guide pairing. The Centers kept tight lids on all established Alphas and Omegas, ensuring that the territories’ census was kept up to date. Centers retained trainers to inform Alphas and Omegas of their future roles and what to expect when they came online as Sentinels and Guides. They provided training for newly bonded pairs, as well as kept lineage records.

Only Alphas and Omegas could produce more Alphas and Omegas. In the world, with the majority of the population classified as Betas, each territory was fiercely protective of their Alphas and Omegas. Centers were responsible for holding quarterly socials, where Alphas and Omegas could meet and hopefully form attachments before emerging online.

Peter hates his local Center. Although Sentinels usually came online at age 18, Guides emerged at age 16. Ever since Peter had failed to come online as a Guide at 16, the local Prime Omega had him come to the Center once a month for testing. Yes, Peter wants to know what’s wrong with him biologically speaking, but he doesn’t appreciate being treated like a freak. He also doesn’t like the look in Prime Omega Rumlow’s eyes every month he sees him.

He can only imagine what Rumlow would have to say if he asked if he could possibly be an Omega Sentinel.

No such thing, right?

Peter would ask his Aunt May, but she would be lawfully obligated to let the Center know, considering she worked for one as a nurse. Anything having to do with Alphas and Omegas had to be reported immediately.

Peter shakes his head and steps away from his window. Glancing at his clock, he notes that it is about time to get up anyway. He has to be at the New York City Center early this morning.

Maybe he can talk to MJ or Ned today about his dream. His two best friends would keep their talks secret.

His mood brightening at the thought, Peter makes his way to his bathroom for a morning shower.

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He dreams of webs.

Not of disgustingly sticky monster webs one would find in abandoned houses or Halloween haunted houses.

No, these webs are made of gossamer threads weaved into intricate designs that sparkle with dew in early morning light.

These webs do not inspire fear in the dreamer, but rather awe and wonder.

Standing alone in his dream, he smells the scents of peaches and honeysuckle. The webs seem to be vibrating, almost dancing to an unknown rhythm. If he had to guess, the rhythm almost resembles a rapid heartbeat.

“Guide,” called out a disembodied voice. The tone was odd, as if the owner was too old to be a child, but too young to be an adult.

The dreamer tried to identify the owner of the voice, but he was alone, save for the webs.

“Find me. Help me.”

The dreamer woke up.

Tony looked up at his bedroom’s ceiling as the few details of his dream were reviewed by his mind. His eyes closed in relief even as tears slowly fell down his cheeks onto the pillow beneath his head.

‘At last,’ he thought. ‘At last.’

END OF PART ONE

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softboywriting · 6 years ago

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Connecting | A Place To Call Home | Werewolf AU | Shawn Mendes

Summary: In which you are getting to know your pack and finding out Shawn is particularly soft on you. [fluff] [mention of bad parents] Takes place a short time after Shifted. Word Count: 2.5k

|Masterlist In Bio|

It's a Monday. Everyone is at work but not Jeremy, he didn't leave the house to work. You aren't sure what he does, but you know he's on the computer a lot and usually holed up in his room.

You're sitting in the living room when Jeremy comes out. He's in his pajamas, hair askew, looking little a rumpled. He spots you, and changes his destination to the couch.

“Hey, you doing alright?” He asks as he sinks into the couch beside you. “You look tired.”

“Yeah. I haven't been sleeping. Nightmares mostly.”

Jeremy nods, crossing his arms. “I remember when I had nightmares about my old pack. It was awful, Shawn had to stay up with me every night for weeks.”

“You had a bad pack too?”

He nods. “I was the runt. As you can tell by my short stocky stature, I don't fit in with most wolves. I matured when I was twenty and I thought maybe I'd grow more.” He chuckles. “I didn't. The bullying was endless, my family didn't know what to do. So I left.”

“How did you find Shawn?”

“Shawn was a friend of a friend. He's a few years older than me y'know. He was like a brother and when he and I were talking one night, he offered to let me stay with him. And here I am, still here.”

“What about Rosa and Em? We're they part of the pack already?”

Jeremy nods. “They made me feel so welcome, like I had a place in this world finally. No one ever called me runt or shorty here. They just treated me like a wolf.”

“That's amazing. I'm so happy for you.” You pull your knees up to your chest. It was good to know you weren't the only one with a fucked up past.

“I hope you feel just a welcome with us. I know you've been through a lot in the last few weeks, but I hope you know you're part of us.”

“Yeah, of course. I'm settling in just fine.”

Jeremy looks at you skeptically. You aren't sure why, it wasn't like you weren't settling in. You felt like part of the pack, sort of, no one but yourself had made you feel otherwise.

“What do you do?” You ask, hoping to change the subject. “Like your job, you don't ever leave?”

“I write books. Children's books actually. I work with a friend I met online who is a digital artist. We've published four books now and they're doing great.”

“That's amazing. Do you have copies?”

“Yeah!” Jeremy gets up and goes to his room. He returns quickly with two books in hand. “I just have two right now. Here is Luna and the Howlers and The Little Wolf Who Wanted To Be A Witch.”

You take the books and turn them over in your hands. They are darling. Both covers are hard back and the art is adorable, like a blocky paper mache style almost. “These are so cute. You wrote the stories?”

“Yes ma'am. You can read them if you're interested. I know there kids books and all but y'know...”

“I'd love to.” You smile up at him and grins. You really couldn't wait to read them. “Thank you for sitting and talking to me for a while. I haven't really been the most sociable and I know it.”

“Totally understandable. You'll open up when you're ready, believe me, no one is pressuring you here.” Jeremy reaches out and ruffles your hair awkwardly and you laugh. “It was good talking to you though. And just so you know, you can come talk to me any time if you have nightmares. I'm usually up late. Inspiration strikes at the most inopportune times.”

You smile softly and nod. “I'll keep it in mind.”

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Midnight and you wake up, a nightmare again. This time they caught you. The alphas tearing you apart. You wake up just as soon as you feel claws sink into your back. You're covered in a cold sweat, tears wet on your cheeks. You remember Jeremy's offer, but you aren't sure if you want to talk to him yet. Usually you can handle the dreams on your own, but tonight was too real. Too painful.

You make your way to Shawn's bedroom, pushing the door open and slipping inside. He stirs immediately, sitting up as you walk over.

“Nightmare?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on,” he says, pulling back the blankets for you to join him.

You crawl in and he wraps his arm around you, tugging you against his chest. “Can we just talk a little before going to sleep?”

“Anything you like.”

“Where did you come from?”

Shawn hums, the noise reverberating through your back. “I was born here. My parents were part of a large pack that made up most of the town.”

“What happened? Why aren't you part of that pack now?”

“The alpha who took over when our alpha died was a purist. He was horrible, literally taking omegas from their families and detaining them. Most of them were never seen again. I couldn't deal with that. So when I matured I left, went out on my own under the guise of going to college out of state to become a lycanthropic medical specialist.”

You put your hand over his on your stomach and he threads his fingers with yours. “What about your parents? Did they agree with the purist?”

“No, they only stayed because they didn't have a choice. My sister was not yet matured and they didn't want to seem suspicious by up and leaving with no real reason. They didn't want to be hunted by the alpha and his allies for pack treason.”

“But they left anyway right?”

“Yes. My sister matured when she was nineteen and she was an omega. My parents signed the house over to me just as I graduated and they fled the country to live with my mom's parents in England. I never moved back here because I was afraid the alphas would come for me.”

“It's safe now though right?”

Shawn shifts around, putting his feet over yours and nosing your hair, making you sigh contently into his form. “The pack in this town left, went to yours.”

“What? You knew them? You know the pack that tried to kill me?”

“I didn't know until the night the alphas came. When I saw two of them, higher ups from when I was part of the pack before college. I knew they weren't just there for you. They had found out I was there, and they wanted me to rat out my parents for fleeing all those years ago. They're crazy, they just can't let anything go.”

You roll over to face Shawn. He lays his hand on your side and hums. “I lead them to you. I put the whole pack in danger. Shawn, why did you keep me there? Why didn't you just toss me out?”

“Pup, you know I couldn't do that.”

“Why not? I am just some omega you pulled out of a stream. I'm not anything special and I'm definitely not worth the lives if your pa-”

“Enough,” he says firmly and you fall silent. “We’re done talking. You need to sleep.”

“Okay,” you mumble, turning over.

He puts his arm around you and holds you against him once more. He presses his nose into your hair and chuffs a little, breath tickling your neck. He feels warm, like you remember him being before the move, before the attack, when you shared a bed with him at the old place for a little while. You try to relax, to let go of the tension of the conversation you just had. He flexes his fingers against your stomach, scratching softly through your sleep shirt. It's perfect. Just what you needed to relax and fall asleep, knowing he was there and he was going to keep you safe.

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Morning finds you in the kitchen, the first rays of daylight streaming through the open blinds of the breakfast nook. You had woken up to Shawn's 5am alarm. Instead of sleeping more you decided to get up and have some breakfast while Shawn showered.

“Morning,” Rosa says as she walks into the kitchen in her running clothes. “You're up early?”

“Shawn's alarm woke me up.”

“Mmm,” she opens the fridge and grabs a few protein shakes. “Bad night again?”

“Nightmares. Really vivid and painful.” You stir your cereal around in your bowl. You didn't want to remember.

Rosa takes a seat opposite you. “You don't have to worry about that pack anymore. I promise we...we took care of it. That night-”

“Rosa,” Shawn says hastily as he walks in, fully dressed for work. A deep red button down and black slacks. His hair is a damp curly mess and he smells like warm vanilla and spice. Everything about him is amazing.

She looks to him and he raises his eyebrows. You know she is being warned, having almost told you about the night the alphas came. It's no surprise Shawn wants to keep that from you. You knew he kept you in the dark a lot, and for your own good. You had enough to deal with lately.

“I'll be home around one today.” Shawn says as he grabs a bottle of water and a few of the same protein shakes Rosa had. “I want you to practice shifting if you can.” He walks over to you and places a kiss on your head. “We'll train when I get home.”

“Okay,” you mumble, ducking your head a bit from the affection.

It's not until Shawn is gone that Rosa speaks up again. “He's taken with you. I'm glad, he used to be such a grumpy old man in a young alphas body. Well, grumpier than normal.”

“You think he likes me? I thought wolves were just normally this affectionate?”

“We are, but Shawn has always been picky. He is a certain kind of tender with you. You're lucky.”

You shrug. Sure you have a pack and you're safe now, but good things have to end sometime. You don't feel like you deserve a pack and an alpha's attention. That was too much. You don't know how much luck you have left, or how much you ever had.

“You are. Shawn is a good alpha, strong and smart. He's a Lycanthropic Medical Specialist for goodness sake. You've hit the lottery, literally.”

“It's not like that,” you wave Rosa off and go to dump your cereal remains in the trash. “Shawn is just soft on me because I'm new and he thinks I'm fragile.”

“Yeah sure. I know how it goes. But anyway, I'm off today for a teacher planning day if you want help trying to shift?”

You turn and look at her. She's a little bigger than you, definitely more muscled and a bit older, definitely more experienced. Rosa had never been anything but kind to you, and you're sure she could help you shift just as well as anyone else. You're just not sure if you want to take that step yet. Shifting was hard, you don't even know if you can do it when you're not under a great deal of stress. You aren't sure if she will understand.

“I think I'll work on it alone, but thanks,” you smile softly and Rosa nods.

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Three hours later and you're no closer to shifting than you were before. It's not like you can just do it. Realistically, you probably can, but you can't tap into whatever it is that makes it work for you. It seems that it is fear that makes you shift and you hate that, you don't want to be afraid just to shift.

Rosa steps out into the yard where you're laying, staring up at the clouds. “Can I help now? I'll just give a pointer or two.”

“Sure, I'm definitely not figuring it out,” you chuckle, sitting up to look at her where she's taken a seat in front of you.

“When I learned to shift, I found that it was a feeling. It was like, a new emotion that I had never experienced before. For me it was something like the feeling of being free.”

“I've only been able to shift when I'm scared.”

Rosa looks over and raises her eyebrows. “Fear? That's a hard one.”

“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around your legs, leaning your chin on your knees. “I don't want to be scared to be a wolf.”

“Maybe we can find another way? Maybe if you try feeling something else super intensely.”

“I don't know...I think I need more time. Maybe shifting right now isn't what I need to do. Like...maybe I should deal with my nightmares and anxiety first.”

Rosa reaches over and takes your hand. “You can talk to me. I have a lot of students who have anxiety and talking through it helps sometimes.”

Your curl your fingers around Rosa's. Her hand is soft and very warm. “You teach gym class at the school in Crestwood right?”

“Yeah, and I coach the indoor volleyball team and also the field hockey team in the summer.”

You nod. “Well...I definitely think I'm taking on too much right now. I think there's been too much happening in my life for me to dedicate myself to learning how to be a wolf. I want to stop and just breathe for a bit but I don't want to let Shawn down.”

“Oh Pup. You really think he'll be disappointed?”

Tears sting your eyes and you bite them back. “He's so determined to show me I am just as much of a wolf as you guys. And I feel like if I don't try hard and be strong then I won't be able to stay, that I won't be good enough.”

Rosa sighs softly, rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand. “You should talk to Shawn. Let him know you need to slow down, that you're still coping with everything going on. I'm sure he will understand.”

“Yeah,” you mumble quietly. “Thanks by the way, y'know for listening and stuff.”

“Anytime. It's what packs are for. We're here for each other.”

“I've never felt like I was part of something.”

“What about your family? You've never mentioned them. You don't ever talk much but still, it's been almost three months you've been with us. I feel like we hardly know you.”

You shake your head. Your parents, your whole upbringing, was a touchy subject, something you didn't want to talk about. “I think I should go. Thank you again, I think I will talk to Shawn about slowing down. I'm...I'm going to go inside now.”

“Oh,” Rosa stands and puts her hands in her pockets. “I'm sorry if I upset you.”

“It's alright. I just...I'm not ready to talk about that yet.”

Rosa nods and you nod back before heading inside to rehearse what you would tell Shawn when he came home and wanted to train.

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writteninsunshine · 5 years ago

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Guidelines - Father Anthony Burke/Maurice “Frenchie” Theriault - SFW

Title: Guidelines Author: Donnie Fandom: The Nun Setting: Father Burke’s Office, French Cafe Pairing: Father Anthony Burke/Maurice “Frenchie” Theriault Characters: Father Anthony Burke, Maurice “Frenchie” Theriault, Valak Genre: Romance Rating: T Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 2290 Type of Work: One-Shot, Part of the Sins of the Father Series Status: Complete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, First Date, ABO Dynamics, Mating (Mentioned), Fluff Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Maurice had never been on a date in his life. AN: So, this is a request from my Tumblr, @writteninsunshine! I really wanted to write more with these two, I hope I’m not being too obnoxious with it. For this AU, Valak is written how he’s supposed to be in demonic lore, not so much like the movie version. He is Maurice’s roommate, and encouraged him to seduce the priest for the sinning of it but is supportive of his decisions with Father Burke. Anyway, here we go!

For @punkocalypse

The Nun Fic Masterlist Guidelines ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “I didn’t think that priests could mate. Isn’t it a rule or something?” Maurice asked, sitting back on the leather couch on the right of Father Burke’s office. The man in question tented his hands, elbows on his oakwood desk and rested his lips against them, considering the question for a moment before deciding on a reply.

“We think of it more as a guideline of what not to do, sure. But I am a… Special case. I have done a lot of hard work for the church and provided I give them a child that will take my place eventually, I am allowed a single mate and marriage while ordained.” The explanation didn’t seem to sit well with the younger man, who tilted his head back against the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling. “So… You can mate one person,” Maurice held up a single finger, “And you want to choose me?” The Omega was clearly not impressed, unsure if the Father knew what he was getting into. “You smell right. Sometimes an Alpha just knows that an Omega is perfect for them.” Father Burke told him simply, shrugging slightly as he finally pushed his chair back and stood up. Crossing the room, he sat beside the other on the couch, “You already expressed interest. Why are you resisting?” “Mostly because I don’t think you know me well enough to be interested back.” Maurice replied, “Mating is… Forever.” “It is. And I’m willing to take that bet.” “Isn’t betting against the Church, Father?” Maurice chuckled, looking over at him with only his eyes, “I’m fairly sure I’ll ruin you.” Not to mention he was roommates and best friends with an actual demon. “As I said, it’s more of a guideline. And I am willing to do this for you. I have enjoyed our time together, and I know that you will be good to me. I want to be good to you, too.” Carefully turning to face him, Anthony reached up to take his cheek in one hand, pulling him closer to offer a gentle, innocent kiss on the lips. “I would like it if you would say ‘yes’, but I will let you think if you need to.” Maurice was quiet for a moment, seeking the other’s lips back out, working them together in slow circles. He couldn’t deny that it was a tempting thought, but his past made him wary. “And you are sure you want me?” “As you have said in the past, I have never felt this way for anyone else. I want to see where it goes.” “...And if I wanted to date first? Make sure it works?” “Then we will date. I could take you out for lunch sometime soon.” Anthony smiled sweetly, giving the other another well-deserved kiss. “What do you say?” “...Oui. We should try it.” He nodded, nuzzling their noses together. “It sounds like something we should do.” Plus, Valak was on board with it, surprisingly. Even if he didn’t know who “his priest” was. “When do you want to go out?” “I’m free today if you are?” Anthony chuckled, kissing him again softly before pulling back, watching Maurice chase his lips hungrily. “I… Yes. I am free.” Maurice blushed slightly, sitting back in his seat again before turning to face him fully. “Where do you want to go?” “There is a French cafe down the block that we could try?” Anthony offered, petting his thumb over the other’s stubbled cheek gently, “I’ll buy.” “You don’t have--” “Let me. Please, Precioso.” Maurice’s cheeks bloomed rose and he simply nodded, leaving Anthony with a pleased grin on his face. It looked good on him, even if he didn’t do it as often as Maurice would have liked. “Let me get my things together.” Maurice watched the half-blind man putter about his office, gathering his coat and wallet before holding out his arm. Getting up, he took it with a small, secretive smile and they left the office with a ‘be back in an hour’ sign on the door. The walk to the cafe was quiet and companionable, and Maurice rested his head against the other’s shoulder. It felt good to be in the chilly New York air, despite himself, and Maurice hummed a little as they approached their destination. The door dinged as they opened it, and Maurice was surprised by how nice the place looked. Dim lighting, dark walls with red and gold accents, and a small string quartet playing in the corner near a fountain. Father Burke really was pulling out all the stops for their first date. Once they were seated at a little two-person table with a beautiful red tablecloth and a single red rose in the center with a red candle, Maurice seemed stiff. Nobody had ever pulled his chair out for him and scooted him in before. “Is there something wrong, L’Amour?” Anthony asked softly, reaching over to take one of the hands placed awkwardly on the table. “I just haven’t been to a place this nice.” Maurice told him, and Anthony expected an ‘in a while’, but it never came. “I wanted to treat you,” Anthony replied easily, smiling. “It’s okay.” The waiter came to take their drink orders, and Father Burke ordered a bottle of red wine, while Frenchie asked for water. ‘Two glasses’ left him before their waiter could leave, and Maurice looked at him pensively. “Trying to get me drunk, Father?” “No, simply wanting to share something I enjoy with you.” Anthony laughed softly, a deep rumble in his chest that had Maurice smiling with him. “Okay, Father.” He nodded, shaking his head. “What do you want to eat?” “What would you suggest?” Anthony asked, head tipping as he looked at the menu, “And don’t be afraid to order what you like. I don’t mind the price.” “If you like wine, Father, I’d suggest the coq au vin. I think you would like it.” He looked through the other menu items before smiling slightly, “I think I want the boeuf bourguignon. I haven’t had it in years, and I don’t cook very well.” “Sounds good to me.” Though Anthony didn’t really know what those things were, he quickly read up on the menu. Coq au vin was chicken, marinated in wine and brandy with vegetables, and boeuf bourguignon was similar, a beef stew type thing. Both sounded hearty and filling, and he could already feel his mouth watering. “My mom used to make boeuf bourguignon,” Maurice offered off-handedly, setting his menu aside and giving a smile tinged with sadness, “I haven’t had it since she died.” “Well,” Anthony took his hand again, brushing his thumb over his knuckles as if he could soothe the pain away that way, “I could learn to make it for you. I’m fairly decent at cooking.” Blinking a couple of times in rapid succession, Maurice felt his cheeks heating up again. “You would do that for me?” “An Alpha must provide.” Was the simple answer as the waiter came back with a bucket of ice with their wine in it. He uncorked it and poured them each a shallow glass before taking their orders and heading off with them. “I would learn to cook whatever you like, provided I can find the ingredients.” “...you’re possibly the nicest Alpha I have ever met.” Definitely the first older Alpha to take him on an actual date. Most of the time, older men just wanted one thing and one thing only. “Well, I follow what the Lord said to do, which is to be kind to others. And I want to provide for you, I want to take care of you. I care for all of God’s creations, but you are a special one, and it is a treat to be able to have the chance to love you.” Every inch of Maurice was screaming that this was a setup, but he did his best to calm down before he started to panic. Taking a sip of his wine, he turned back to the other and smiled slightly. “I’m glad you want to. I’m just… Hesitant.” “Because of your past.” The confessional booth the first night they met told him a lot about Maurice, but nowhere near what the younger man was going through. Still, he was a patient man, and willing to take whatever steps he had to to prove that he could be trusted with Maurice’s heart. “...Oui.” Maurice muttered, “I think this is the first date I’ve ever been on.” He was used to hooking up with Alphas and Omegas, male and female alike. He didn’t know what to do on a date, but he hoped he wasn’t messing it up too much. “I hope it is treating you well, then.” Anthony offered softly, barely heard above the cello playing in the background. “I would like to take you out more.” “Really? Don’t you have things to attend to?” “You are as important to me as the church is, and I guarantee you that.” The other’s scent clicked with his own so well, and he was going to enjoy his time while he had it. He wasn’t getting any younger, and at fifty-seven, he was starting to think he’d never mate. Maurice had come across him by the grace of God and he wasn’t going to let it go. “Uh, thanks, Father. I’m glad you think I’m special.” Because hardly anyone else did. Maybe Valak, because they were best friends, but most people didn’t see the diamond for all the mud. When their food arrived, Frenchie was ready to dig in, but Father Burke held up his hand. “Just a moment, Precioso. We should say Grace.” Maurice simply nodded, hands folded in his lap in a second’s notice. "Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen." He finished the prayer with the sign of the cross, and Frenchie rushed to copy him, muttering an ‘amen’ of his own. With a nod, Father Burke acquiesced to him eating, and he unwrapped his silverware to shovel the first bite into his mouth. The little moan that that earned had Anthony heating up under his collar, but he was glad at least that Maurice was enjoying his food. For a while, they ate in silence, enjoying the good food and even better wine that they shared. Maurice didn’t seem to mind, scraping his bowl clean and all but preparing to lick it for good measure. He thought better of it at the last second, finishing off his bread with as much of the leftover soup as he could and sitting back to pat his belly. “That hit the spot.” He offered, smiling at the older man as he finished up his own meal, pausing for a second before speaking, “Do we pray after, too?” “Yes.” God, if he had to sit through another prayer this restaurant would reek. Maurice couldn’t believe how much it got him going when Father Burke prayed. It must have been a sin against God. "We give Thee thanks, Almighty God, for all thy benefits, Who lives and reigns forever and ever. Amen." “Amen.” Maurice echoed, blushing again at how heated he was becoming. Anthony finished off his second glass of wine and gently placed his napkin back on the table. “Are you ready to go, or would you like dessert?” “We can get dessert?” When his father had taken him to dinner, the few times it had happened, they never got dessert. When Anthony nodded, he grinned, “Let’s split something.” That was something that happened on dates, right? “We can split something. There was a chocolate cheesecake slice on the menu, does that sound good?” One could never go wrong with chocolate. “Oui!” That sounded so good, he couldn’t pass it up. When the waiter swung by to ask about dessert, Father Burke ordered their cheesecake, asking for a single spoon with it. It arrived in a timely manner, and he sliced the tip off before leaning forward, hand beneath the spoonful to catch crumbs. Never having been fed in his adult life, Maurice’s cheeks heated again as he scooted in to take the bite. Holding out the spoon to him after it was finished, Anthony delighted when he took it and copied the action to feed him in return. Their dessert was quick to disappear like that, the pair taking turns feeding each other and basking in each other’s company. Maurice couldn’t help but think that he could get used to this, even if he was unsure if Anthony would want to keep treating him this well. There had to be a catch, even if there was none in sight. Once the check was taken care of, which Anthony had hidden from Maurice, he rose and stepped to the younger’s side to help him up. His scent was rich with happiness, and Maurice took his hand and rose to leave with him. The pair walked back to the church in relative silence, pressed close enough to squeeze the air from between them. At the church steps, Maurice paused. “I think I need to head home.” He offered, “But I had a great time.” “As did I. I look forward to our next meeting.” Anthony smiled, leaning in to kiss the French-Canadian’s forehead. “Call me whenever you like, or feel free to talk to me at church.” “Yes, Father.” Maurice grinned, cheeks aflame again as he hugged him quickly before shuffling off towards his apartment. He had a lot to tell Valak about. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: That turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but I had a lot of fun writing it. I really love these two a lot, and I expect I’ll be writing for them often. I hope you enjoyed it! Prompt: “We think of it more as of a guideline of what not to do.”

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The Glasswing Butterfly Part 16

Summary: Chuck has never thought of herself as anything special. Just an average beta living her life next door to a womanizing alpha named Negan. But her life, and Negan’s too, are turned upside down when Chuck suddenly presents as omega.

This is a non-zombie AU featuring A/B/O dynamics.

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlist in my bio

“Lose the tie.”

Chuck’s voice makes Negan turn from his own reflection in the mirror to the doorway where she stands. “You think?” he asks. “I’m trying to make a good impression here,” he replies with a boyish smirk.

She walks over to him and lightly tugs the tie loose from his collar. “The button up and jacket is enough. A tie will just look too formal.” She pulls the cloth free and drapes it around her own neck. “And you know those teenagers will want to drop you down a peg if they think you’re too serious.”

“Fuck. You’re right.” He smoothes his hands down his chest as he turns back to check himself out in the mirror.

“Are you nervous?”

He gives her a look. “No.”

She giggles. “Yes you are! You’re nervous about your first day teaching again.”

“It’s not exactly teaching . I’m fuckin’ substituting. It’s more like goddamn babysitting .”

“But you’re still nervous,” she teases.

“My kids loved the shit outta me back in the day. Guarantee those little fuckers at Alexandria High are gonna love me, too.”

“I know they will.” She leans up to kiss him. “You better get going.”

He looks at his watch. “Shit. Yeah.”

“At least it’s only the last few periods today. Start you off easy to begin with.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later, baby.”

With a kiss goodbye, Negan heads out of the house and to the school. The teacher he’s subbing for is one of the English teachers, so he’s directed to her room. As he walks into the classroom before the last bell rings, he sees her sitting at her desk waiting for him. She’s a beta, about middle aged with shoulder length graying dark hair and a few extra ponds around the middle.

“Mr. Negan,” she greets.

He shakes her hand. “Just Negan is fine.”

“Thanks for coming in.”

“It’s no problem.”

She gathers her bags from the desk. “I really don’t miss much work,” she starts, almost apologetically, “but I’m picking up my cat from the vet. He just got fixed and they aren’t open later.”

He immediately shelves the joke on his tongue about hoping her pussy feels better. “Don’t wanna leave him there overnight. He’ll claw your furniture to get back at you when you get him home,” he settles on instead.

“Probably.” She laughs. “I left instructions on the desk for you. Just have the kids read whatever story I wrote down and tell them we’ll discuss it tomorrow.”

“Alright then.”

As she leaves the room, the kids, all juniors, start to file in. Negan writes his name on the board and waits for everyone to show up. Once the last bell rings, he takes his place at the front of the room, leaning on the podium to address the students.

“Alright. First thing’s first, I’m Negan.” He points to the board. “Just Negan. Not Mr. Negan or Professor Negan or whatever. Secondly, if I start swearing, are any of y’all gonna go crying to your parents?”

The students all look around at each other but don’t say anything to indicate they would.

“Good.” Negan walks over to the desk to read over the instructions left for him. “Your teacher wants you guys to read The Yellow Wallpaper so you can talk about it next class. Page 134 in your literature books. I’m gonna read that shit too and I’m a fast fuckin’ reader so if you guys start fucking around before I’m done, I’m gonna know that you’re not reading your shit.”

The kids are taken aback by his language, but it’s refreshing for them to hear a teacher speaking that way.

“Any questions before we get this shit started?”

One boy holds up his hand and Negan nods at him to proceed. “Can we say fuck?”

“Does your teacher usually let you say fuck?” Negan counters.

The boy shakes his head.

“Then the answer’s no. This is still her fuckin’ classroom, so you follow her rules.” He points to another raised hand, this one belonging to a girl.

“Are you an alpha?” she asks.

He chuckles a little at her bluntness. “Yup. I’m an alpha. You got any other alpha teachers here?”

The students shake their heads. It’s not surprising that there aren’t any other alphas here; teaching isn’t one of the fields alphas usually gravitate to. But it never bothered Negan before to go against convention. He was a great teacher and he’s planning on being one again.

“Well,” Negan replies, “then, I’m the only one here. It’s not exactly an important distinction, though. I’m a fuckin’ teacher, just like all the rest of them.” He sits behind the desk and pulls the class’s book out to find the story. “Now get reading.”

The next two periods go about the same; he answers the same “Are you an alpha?” question two more times then gets the kids to read their assignment. The last class, all seniors, reads several poems, which doesn’t take too long to finish.

“Since y’all are finished and we have about twenty minutes left,” Negan starts as he looks down at his watch, “why don’t you just work on homework or some shit.”

One of the boys in the class slowly raises his hand.

“Yes?” Negan calls out to him.

“Are you the Negan than killed the Redhead Killer?” the boy tentatively asks.

As the rest of the students look to Negan for his answer, he lets out a sigh. “Look.” He rubs his hand over his chin as she stands from his chair to sit back down on the front of the desk facing the students. “I’m sure you’ve all fuckin’ seen the articles and shit on the internet. Guarantee you’ve got all the fuckin’ information you can already, so you don’t need the goddamn play by play from me. But I get it. There’s a fuckin’ fascination with crime and shit. God knows I know that. I dodged fuckin’ reporters for weeks and I never once talked about that day with them. You wanna know why?”

The kids all stare wide eyed at him, waiting for him to finish his thought.

“It’s not because I’m ashamed of what I did. Fuck no, I’m not ashamed. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Was it fucked up? Yeah. But I would do anything to make sure my mate is safe. And the law backed me up.” He lets out a breath. “No, the reason I never talked about it was because it’s none of anyone’s fucking business.” His voice is stern, but not angry. “That shit that happened was between me, my woman, and a sick piece of shit that shouldn’t have been allowed to even breathe the same air we do. And now he doesn’t.”

The students all look around nervously, like they’re being scolded.

“I fuckin’ understand. There’s not a lot of juicy shit that happens here in the suburbs. Then this fuckin’ alpha comes in that was in the goddamn news a few moths ago and you wanna know all about it. But I’m not gonna talk about it. Least of all with you kids. They’d probably fire my ass if I did. And I’d like to keep my job, thank you. Especially since I’m gonna be full time next year. So I’ll make a deal. You all respect my privacy when it comes to that particular event in my life and I’ll be an open book about everything else.” He pauses to look everyone over. “Mostly,” he tacks on. “Anything that won’t get me fired, anyways.”

A girl suddenly speaks up, taking his offer to be open with them seriously. “Are you really mated?”

“Yes,” he answers quickly.

“Is she your true mate?” she asks again. “Like-Like they said in the news?”

Negan considers it with a sigh. “It ain’t like the Disney movies, but...” He shrugs a little. “I guess we’re fuckin’ different from most other pairs.”

“Are you sad that she’s not here right now?”

He scrunches up his face. “I don’t have to be around her 24/7,” he answers with some attitude. “That’s one of those Disney shit things. We can fuckin’ be away from each other without falling apart.”

“How much do you bench press?” a boy close to him asks. “Since... you’re stronger, right?” he adds.

Negan snickers. “Fuck, I don’t know. I ain’t a superhero; I’m just an alpha.”

“Do you go into rut?” another voice calls out.

“Shit, you guys are curious fuckers,” he mutters as he scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, I go into rut, but I’m not gonna go into details, you little pervs. That falls under shit-that-will-get-me-fired.”

There are a few giggles across the room.

The questions keep coming. “Do you have any kids?”

“No.”

“Why not? Isn’t that why you take a mate?”

Negan lets out a little chuckle, though it’s not really with humor. “Don’t you have any alpha/omega health classes here to get all this info from?”

They shake their heads.

Negan is a little surprised by that. He thought that learning about all the presentations would be in the general curriculum. “Shit. That’s kinda fucked up.” He wipes his hand over his forehead, thinking that maybe part of his job here should be to set these kids straight with regards to this. “Mated pairs are just like beta couples. They can decide not to have children if they fuckin’ want. Or maybe they can’t fuckin’ have children even if they want to. It fuckin’ happens. Mates aren’t just fuckin’ baby machines like some people might have you believe. We’re people . We might have stronger urges, but we’re fuckin’ people first. Just like all of you.”

Understanding seems to wash over them, but there is still a sense of confusion there. It’s more than likely that these kids haven’t really had a lot of experience with alphas or omegas, considering this area is more suburban and less populated than the city. This means that they are a little ignorant of how those groups actually are, instead of just how they are portrayed in the media.

When the final bell rings, the students rush out of the room, ready to get home for the day. As Negan gathers up his things at the desk, he hears a soft knock on the door frame. Raising his head, he sees a good looking beta woman, early thirties, in a pencil skirt and a low cut white blouse. Her dark hair falls around her face in waves, though she makes sure to throw it over one shoulder.

“How was your first day?” she asks as she walks further into the room.

He looks back down to his bag. “It was fuckin’ fine.”

“I’m Lara. Lara Kline.” She holds out her hand for him to shake. “I’m another English teacher. My room’s just across the hall.”

He accepts her hand and shakes it. “Negan,” he greets.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a new face here. And I hear you’ll be taking over P.E. next year.” She gives him a smile and tucks some of her hair behind her ear.

“News travels fast, huh?”

She shrugs. “I suppose.” She takes another step toward him. “You used to teach, right? This isn’t your first go.”

“I taught for about a decade. Quit for about a decade.” He stands fully and swings his bag over his shoulder. “It was nice meeting you, but I got my mate waiting at home for me.”

He knows she’s flirting with him. And if it were a year ago, he’d be all over her. But now? He’s not even remotely interested. Sure, she’s attractive. And she’s trying her hardest to be sexy, if that extra undone button on her blouse has anything to say. But it’s just not doing anything for him right now.

“Oh,” she replies. “You’re mated?”

“Yeah.” He starts to walk out of the room. “See ya later,” he calls back. He didn’t really want to indulge her any, but he didn’t want to be rude. Especially since he’s going to be seeing her quite often sooner or later. Hopefully she got the hint that he’s not interested.

Despite the awkward end to the day, the whole ride home, Negan smiles. He didn’t really do much today, but it still felt good for him to be back in the classroom again. After he pulls into the garage and parks his Challenger, he pats his Harley as he passes it.

“Soon, my girl,” he says out loud. He hasn’t gotten a chance to work on the bike yet, since the weather has been too cold to really do so. But when spring arrives and those first warm days come along, he’ll be out in the driveway getting her road ready.

Before he gets to the door to the house, it opens and Chuck comes to stand in the doorway.

“Did it go well?” she asks excitedly.

He gives her a quick kiss then walks past her into the living room. “It was good.” He sets his bag down on the couch before sitting down beside it.

“Any trouble with the kids?”

When she sits down next to him, he wraps his arm around her and pulls her in closer to him. “Nope. Though I had one kid ask about...” he looks over to her, “that shit.”

It’s obvious to her what he means. “Oh.” She looks away for a moment, then cuddles up to his side. “What’d you say?”

“I told them I wasn’t gonna fuckin’ talk about it. But I said I’d talk about anything else. Which might’ve been a goddamn mistake because they were asking questions left and right about being an alpha. I guess they’ve never learned about us before.”

“Really? That’s weird. My high school was smaller than this one and we had classes on alpha and omega development.”

“Yeah. I don’t know. I guess it’s not in the fuckin’ curriculum here.”

“What if you did it? Couldn’t you get the certification to teach a health class like that?”

He shrugs. “Probably. But if the powers that fuckin’ be don’t already think learning about people like us is important already, they’re probably not gonna change their fuckin’ minds any time soon.”

“Tell them how curious the kids are.” She shrugs a shoulder. “It won’t hurt too ask.”

Sighing, he wipes his hand over his beard. “I suppose.”

That Sunday, Negan hosts a Super Bowl party for Rick, Carl, and Simon. Even if none of their preferred teams are playing (Redskins for both Negan and Simon and the Falcons for Carl and Rick), they can all band together to root against the Patriots.

Negan is a little nervous about Simon meeting Chuck for the first time. Even though he’s been nothing but friendly for as long as he’s known him, Simon is still an alpha. He just hopes everything will go smoothly so he won’t have to cut ties with the man.

Rick and Carl arrive first, naturally, since they live only a few houses away. They end up bringing some snacks, chips and salsa, which they set up in the living room. After Rick and Carl get a quick tour of the house, everyone settles down in front of the tv.

Rick grabs a chip before before commenting on the house. “It’s nice. It’s set up a little bit differently from ours, though.”

“It’s perfect for us,” Negan replies with a look over to Chuck beside him.

“Hey,” Carl cuts in. “Are you teaching at my school now?” he asks Negan. “Someone told me you were there.”

“I substituted the other day,” Negan answers. “Didn’t see you.”

“I’m in Miss Kline’s English class,” Carl clarifies.

“Oh.” Negan chuckles. “I met her.”

Rich laughs, too, like they’re sharing a joke. He has met the woman before, so he knows what probably happened already.

“What?” Chuck asks, picking up on the vibes.

Negan thinks of how to frame the the answer. “She’s, uh...”

Carl jumps right in to complete the thought. “She’s hot.”

Rick shakes his head at Carl’s candor, though he’s still laughing.

Raising her eyebrows at this information, Chuck turns to Negan. “She’s hot ?”

“She’s got nothing on you.” Negan pulls Chuck into him and kisses the top of her head. “You got nothing to worry about.”

She believes him, but it still has a twinge of jealousy blooming inside her. “I’ll keep that in mind.

When Simon finally comes in, with a case of beer under his arm, things are tense for a few moments. Simon is careful not to move too quickly towards Chuck, just in case Negan would take it the wrong way. He truly doesn’t want to cause any problems, so he holds his hand out, allowing Chuck to come to him to take it. Thankfully, once they actually do shake hands, the tension dissipates.

“I’m just gonna come right out and say it,” Simon starts. “You smell like my sister.”

Chuck giggles a little, not expecting that. “Really?”

“You have a sister?” Negan asks. Simon had never mentioned her before now.

“Yeah. She pretty much forbade me from telling other alphas about her. Especially single ones. But since you’re mated now...” He shrugs then turns back to Chuck. “But, yeah. You smell a lot like her.”

That makes Negan relax some. Alphas are usually very protective of their family members, especially their omega family, so if Chuck smells like Simon’s sister, maybe he’ll see her more as family than a potential mate.

“Do I smell like your brother?” Simon asks Chuck, wondering if it goes both ways.

“I don’t have a brother. Or any alpha family, actually. I came from beta parents.”

Rick looks surprised. “Really? I didn’t know that was possible.”

“It’s not common,” she says to Rick then turns back to Simon. “But you smell...” she thinks of how to describe it, “I guess... sort of... safe . At least safer than most other alphas I’ve met. Maybe that’s sorta like brotherly.” She shrugs then looks over to Negan for a moment. “It’s hard to describe.”

Negan just nods, his fears about Simon being a threat thankfully allayed.

As the game gets underway, Chuck tries her hardest to get into it. She was never one for sports, so it’s a little rough going. Usually when Negan would watch football, she’d be doing something on her laptop or iPad, but she’s actually trying to pay attention now.

“Oh, come on!”

“Fuck!”

“You kidding me?!”

Something happened that has the men all upset, but she isn’t sure what. It entertains her, though, seeing them all get worked up over it.

“Not going well?” she finally asks.

Negan lets out a huff. “If that fucker Tom Brady gets another Super Bowl ring...”

“They’re a bunch of cheaters!” Carl adds. “They don’t deserve it!”

Chuck just giggles, wondering who Tom Brady is. When halftime comes around, Negan grills off some burgers for everyone to eat, even though they’ve been stuffing their faces with snacks the whole time.

“How’s Michonne?” Chuck asks Rick as they sit around the dining room table to eat.

He quickly wipes his mouth before speaking. “She’s good. Got a lot of work coming in now after-“ He stops himself from completing the thought. Since she had been Negan’s lawyer during the whole Eldritch situation, her name had been thrown around quite a bit, making her more recognizable. It didn’t even really matter that she never set foot in a court room for that, since no charges were brought against Negan.

Chuck just nods. “That’s good, I guess.”

“She’s a good woman,” Negan comments to Rick. “How the hell’d she end up with your sorry ass?”

Rick laughs. “I don’t know.”

“I still owe her for all the shit she did for me,” Negan adds.

Rick nods. “I’m sure she’d just say she was doing her job.” He turns over to Simon. “So, what do you do, Simon?”

“I own a bar in Charlottesville,” he answers. “That’s where I met Negan.”

“It’s a little weird, alphas being friends, isn’t it?” Carl asks.

Negan just shrugs. “Simon’s never done anything to make me hate him.”

“It’s not always competition,” Simon clarifies. “Alphas can butt heads a lot, but we can be friends, too. Though I wouldn’t have called Negan much of a friend until recently. More like an acquaintance.”

“Just come right out and say I was an asshole,” Negan jokes.

“Not really an asshole,” Simon clarifies. “More like you couldn’t be bothered with having a friend.”

Negan nods thinking it over. “That’s fair. But shit changed.” He gives Chuck a quick wink, letting her know that she had a hand in that change.

Once the game is over and the men are all mad that the Patriots did actually win, they start to bid their farewells.

Before Rick leaves, he mentions to Negan that some of the guys in town run a fantasy football league. “I wasn’t in it this year, but I can introduce you to the guys next season if you want.”

“Shit yeah! I used to love fantasy football. Haven’t done it in years.”

Simon speaks up. “Can I get in on that, too?”

Rick nods. “Yeah. I’m sure they’d accept you guys.”

As Chuck and Negan’s first Valentine’s Day comes around, they plan on a nice dinner together at home. Negan actually has to work during the day, but he’s planning on cooking dinner for the two of them once he gets home.

In between classes, Negan heads off to the teacher’s lounge to grab a cup of coffee. Once he walks in, he hears two female teachers talking as they stand in front of the coffee machine. One woman he doesn’t know and the other is Lara Kline, the flirty English teacher he met on his first day.

“Could you imagine?” the unknown woman continues, both of them not realizing that they’re no longer alone.

“Oh, I imagine it. A lot ,” Lara says with a giggle.

“He is hot. But an alpha? Wouldn’t he be rough?”

“I wouldn’t mind. I’ve always wanted to be with an alpha in rut,” Lara says dreamily. “And he is just perfect.”

“You kinky bitch.” As the woman laughs, she happens to turn her head to see Negan standing in the doorway. “Oh, shit.”

He had a feeling they were talking about him, but her reaction upon seeing him confirms it. He decides not to acknowledge it, though. “Ladies,” he greets then pushes forward to the coffee machine.

The unknown woman quickly leaves the room, too embarrassed to see what Negan might say. Lara, on the other hand, stays rooted to her spot, watching Negan as he pours the coffee into his cup.

“The offer’s there,” she coos quietly.

He flicks his gaze to her. “And what offer is that?”

She takes a step toward him. “I think you heard what we were talking about,” she whispers. “It is Valentine’s Day, after all.

Chuckling lightly, Negan leans forward to place his mouth next to her ear. “The answer’s no. I have a fuckin’ mate.” When he backs away, he sees the smile on her face fall, turning her expression into a scowl.

“Does that really matter?” she bites back.

His own face falls into a dangerous expression. “It’s all that fuckin’ matters,” he growls.

Lara takes a quick step back, her eyes still focused on his as she tries to determine just how serious he is. She’s heard that even if alphas are possessive of their omegas, they’re not exempt from stepping out on them.

Negan, being completely done with this conversation, picks up his coffee cup and turns away from the woman just as the bell rings.

At the end of the day, he decides to stop off at Jo’s office. He knocks twice on her opened door and waits for her to look up at him.

“Negan,” she greets happily. “Come in.” She gestures to the chair in front of her desk.

Negan takes the seat, letting out a breath as he sits back and crosses his leg to rest his ankle over his knee. “I need to cover my ass on something.”

Jo raises her eyebrow at him as she pulls the reading glasses off of her nose. “Alright,” she says slowly. She’s not exactly worried about what he’ll say next; despite not knowing him for long, she trusts him.

Before she okayed Negan to work at her school, she did her research on him. His past work as a teacher was remarkable, and his sudden departure from the field was certainly understandable given his wife’s death. When his more recent history came up, she had quite a bit to think about. It was during their first phone calls that she really made her decision. His attitude was just so refreshing that she knew he would bring something to the school that it has been sorely lacking. That being, a new perspective.

He scratches at his beard before speaking. “Lara Kline,” he starts to explain. “She flirted with me my first day. Came onto me harder today.”

Jo nods, listening to him. “What’d she do?”

“I walked in on her talking to some other fuckin’ teacher about wanting to fuck an alpha in rut. Then she said ‘the offer stands’ or some shit. I told her I wasn’t interested.”

“Do you want to fill out paperwork for it? Harassment claim?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t wanna get the girl in trouble. I just wanna cover my ass. Just in case.”

“I’ll write a memo.” She studies him a moment before letting out a breath. “You know, I legally can’t ask you about your cycle.”

He gives her a smile, knowing where this is going. “I’m aware.”

“However, if you need a few days off now and again...”

“I’m fine talking about it, I don’t give a shit. I’m not gonna get the fuckin’ Alpha League to sue you or anything.”

She shrugs a shoulder. “That’s good to know.”

“Chuck-“ he pauses. “Chuck’s my mate. It’s her nickname,” he explains, knowing it might sound weird. “Anyway, she doesn’t do suppressants so heats come every few months. It can be irregular.” He doesn’t want to get too detailed, but he figures Jo should know. “Last heat was end of November, so...”

“We should expect you to need some time off in a week or two,” she completes the thought.

He nods once. “Probably.”

“It’s not much of a big deal now that you’re a substitute. You can just tell us you can’t come in. Next year when you’re full time? We’ll have to make plans. But it’s still doable.”

“I promise it won’t be fuckin’ distracting.”

“That’s good.”

“You know, the kids really don’t know shit about alphas or omegas.”

“Really?”

“No. They asked me a lot of shit about it. Most of them believe fuckin’ stereotypes about us.”

“That’s pretty unfortunate, I suppose.”

“It really fuckin’ is. I was kinda fuckin’ shocked that there aren’t any alpha/omega health classes here.”

She smiles, figuring out where this is going. “Are you suggesting that we add a class, Negan?”

“I think you should.”

“And would you happen to know someone with the proper certificate to do so?” she asks with a lilt.

He chuckles at her tone. “I know of someone that can get the certificate before the start of next year.”

“Well, I think it would be a great idea, Negan.” She gives him a smile, knowing that the two of them are in agreement.

While Negan is at work, Chuck tries to think of what she can do for him for their first Valentine’s Day. She knows he’s planning on cooking a meal for them, so she decides to make a dessert. Sifting through a bunch of online recipes, she settles on strawberry cheesecake. After heading out to get the ingredients, she gets to work on the dessert. It’s not the most complicated dish, but it’s a little bit of an ordeal because she has never made anything like it before. Once she gets it all done, the kitchen is a mess, but she’s happy with the results.

“That looks fuckin’ good,” Negan comments from his spot by the archway to the kitchen, his voice startling her.

“Jeez” she clutches her chest. “You scared me! I didn’t hear you come home.”

He walks over to give her a kiss. “Just got here. Saw all this.” He gestures around the room with a chuckle.

“I’ll clean it up.”

“Nah. I got it. You go rest up before dinner.”

“You’re the one that just got home from work.”

“And I’m the one that’s gonna make you a nice ass dinner.” He shoos her out of the kitchen. “I want it to be a fuckin’ surprise.”

“More like you don’t want me messing up your kitchen any further.”

He chuckles. “I would never say that,” he says, faking offense.

“Yeah. You wouldn’t say that. But you’d imply it.”

He laughs as he turns back into the kitchen. Chuck takes this opportunity to get ready for the meal. While she was out today, she bought herself a new dress (and some other things) hoping to surprise Negan by dressing up a little.

She pulls on the black sheath dress with a sweetheart neckline and tries to do her makeup. She’s not too practiced on that front, so she settles for a simple eye with bold red lipstick. Her hair, which she usually only wears one of two ways (down or in pigtail buns), is pulled up into a messy updo. It takes a little fiddling with to get it to look like the sexy kind of messy and not the unkempt kind, but she gets it right in the end.

When Negan yells up the stairs that dinner is ready, she’s just about done.

“I’ll be right down,” she calls out. Giving herself a final look in the mirror, she heads downstairs then into the dining room.

Negan is waiting for her by her chair, ready to pull it out for her when she walks through the archway. He lets out a low whistle once he sees her.

“Shit, baby girl. You got all dolled up for me?”

“I tried.” She giggles then walks over to him.

He gives her a quick kiss before helping her to sit down. “You look amazing.” He takes his seat across the table from her. “I shoulda freshened up.”

“It smells delicious.” Once she takes her first bite, she lets out a soft moan. “It is delicious. You’re such a good cook. I think I’m going to gain weight living with you,” she jokes.

He laughs. “I will cook for you however much you fuckin’ want. No matter how much you want.”

“How did you get so good in the kitchen? Didn’t you say you cooked with your mom?”

He pauses a moment before answering. “Yeah. I used to cook with her when I was little. My father...” he lets out a heavy breath, “he didn’t let her do shit. He controlled every fuckin’ aspect of her life. Except in the kitchen. That was all hers and she was a fuckin’ master. She taught me a lot before she died.”

Chuck just nods, not wanting to push Negan into saying more. He had never really talked about his mother much, the subject being a painful one for him.

“She taught you well,” she says with a soft smile.

“I didn’t cook for a lotta years actually,” he continues. “I presented alpha not long after my mom died and my father told me that cooking was ‘omega’s work’.” He shrugs. “That was that. Until I rented my first apartment with a decent kitchen. I picked it back up. Cooked all kinds of shit.”

“Maybe you can teach me. Most of the stuff I cook is just frozen pizza,” she jokes.

“If you want I can.” His lips curl up in a smile. “Or I can just keep on taking care of you. I kinda like it,” he comments with a bite of his lower lip.

Once the meal is eaten, Chuck brings out her cheesecake. “I hope it’s good. I think I followed the recipe right.”

They both sit down with their slices and look up to each other.

“Smells like fuckin’ cheesecake,” Negan calls out before stabbing his fork in and shoveling a big bite into his mouth. “It’s fuckin’ good,” he mumbles out with his mouth full.

Chuck takes her first bite. “It is good,” she comments, relieved that it isn’t horrible. “It’s really rich, though.”

“This is your go to dessert now.” He takes another big bite. “I love this shit.”

She giggles. “I think if I make this a lot we’re both gonna get fat.” She take a generous bite. “And diabetes,” she ads.

“Worth it.”

With the table cleared, Negan starts to pull Chuck to the garage door.

“What are you doing?” she asks confused.

“Your present is out here.”

“Oh? I thought the meal was my present.”

They walk through the door and down the steps to Negan’s car. “This is a little unconventional of a gift,” he starts as he opens the back door, “so I hope you fuckin’ like it.” He leans down into the car and pulls out a dark purple motorcycle helmet, handing it to a bewildered Chuck.

“It’s a helmet,” she says simply.

“ Your helmet. For when I get the bike up and running.” He looks at her expression for a moment, not able to properly decode it. “Do you hate it?”

She gives him a wide smile. “No. I love it! I’m happy you want to include me with all your motorcycle stuff.”

“Shit, I thought I fucked up there.”

“I would love anything you’d give me.”

He chuckles. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. I don’t really expect you to give me anything, though. You don’t have to.”

“I like giving you shit.” He gives her a quick kiss then bends back down to take another helmet out of his car. This one is black, though it seems to be the same brand as hers, just larger. “We can put these on this shelf until we’re ready to fuckin’ wear them.”

After storing away their new headwear, it’s Chuck’s turn to take Negan by the hand, leading them upstairs to their room.

“I got you a gift, too.” She produces a small box from her nightstand and hands it to him.

“You didn’t have to do that shit.” He accepts the box and opens it, revealing two nice cufflinks. They’re silver and black with an N monogrammed on both in a fancy font.

“I don’t know a lot about cufflinks, so I hope they’re okay.”

“They’re fuckin’ perfect.” He wraps an arm around Chuck and brings her in for a kiss.

“That’s not the end of your gift.” She pulls away from him and turns around, pointing over her shoulder to prompt him to unzip her dress.

With a wide smile on his face, he drags a hand up her waist and over to the zipper, pulling it down slowly. “I’m liking where this is going,” he whispers in her ear.

Once the zipper is opened, he runs both of his hands across her shoulders, dropping her dress to the ground. She turns around to face him, placing her hands on his chest.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, putting his hands on her hips and pushing her away to get a good look at her. “Goddamn, baby girl.” He bites his lip as he takes the sight of her in. “I like this,” he groans as he ghosts his hands over her.

Once she left the store after buying her dress earlier today, she had seen a lingerie shop right across the street. It gave her the idea to do something that she never really did before, buy sexy underwear. The nice shop girl had helped her pick out a black lace balconette bra with matching panties complete with a garter belt holding up nude thigh highs with a seam up the back.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Chuck says as alluringly as she can.

Negan runs one hand down her thigh, unhooking the clip from her suspender. He repeats the action on the other side, allowing him to pull her stockings down and off her feet. Still knelt down before her, he lays his hands on her hips and pulls her into him to place a kiss just below her belly button.

Giggling at the contact, Chuck runs her hands through his hair. As she looks down at him, she wonders how she got so lucky to have this man as her mate.

He lifts his eyes up to hers, though he keeps his face close to her skin. “You know how fuckin’ much I love you?” His hands rove up from her bottom to the smooth skin of her back.

She bites her lip to try to hide her smile. “How much?”

He stands, pulling her body close to his as he places his mouth next to her ear. “More than anything,” he whispers.

A small gasp leaves her lips at his words before she can stop herself. “That’s a good answer,” she says with a smile on her face.

She takes her time unbuttoning Negan’s shirt, slowly sliding it off of his shoulders to pool behind him. Her hands run down his chest to his belt, unbuckling it then his pants. It only takes a little push for his slacks to fall down his narrow hips to join his shirt at his feet.

As soon as her fingers brush against his clothed bulge, he lets out a low groan. “Shit.”

She lets out a giggle at his reaction. He’s such a tough, strong man, but the lightest of touches from her can elicit such a reaction.

“Lay down on the bed,” she requests, though her hand pushing his chest makes it more of a demand.

He takes a few steps backwards until he can sit down on the bed, never taking his eyes off of her as she stands in front of him. Instead of carrying out her order to lay down, though, he snakes his arm around her back and unlatches her bra.

“As sexy as this shit is,” he pulls the garment off her then gives her bare breasts a squeeze, “I gotta see you.”

Something about how slow they’re going (or maybe it’s just the Valentine’s Day mood) has Chuck ready to go pretty quickly. That fact driven home even more so by the slick dampening her fancy new underwear. Once Negan takes off her garter belt and drags her panties down her legs, he lets out a low chuckle.

“I knew you were fuckin’ drenched,” he teases.

Her cheeks bloom red as she pushes back on his shoulder slightly. “Lay back.” Once he complies, she removes his boxers, freeing his straining erection. “Looks like someone’s excited,” she teases right back.

He suddenly jumps up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down under him.

“Negan!” she squeals as he covers her skin with kisses.

The playful affections turn heated quickly and within minutes, the pair are pawing at each other desperately. It isn’t until his knee slips between hers so he can position himself between her legs that she has a realization.

“Oh my god, Negan!” she yells and shoves him off her.

“What?!” he calls back in shock.

“The condom!”

“Shit, Chuck.” He drags his hand over his face as he lets out a heavy breath. “I thought something was fuckin’ wrong. I about had a heart attack.”

“Sorry. But you really would’ve had a heart attack if we remembered while you were knotting me.” She rolls over to open her nightstand, pulling out one of the omega condoms. “We’re almost out,” she comments once she sees into the box.

“Fuck. I’m gonna have to call the doctor then. And find a new fuckin’ pharmacy around here.”

After making sure that the night’s activities won’t result in any surprises in nine months, the fire between them builds back up quickly. When Chuck nudges Negan to lay on his back, he doesn’t fight it, deciding to do as she says. She crawls over over him to straddle his pelvis.

He can’t help but run his hands over her hips and up her sides. “On top, baby girl?”

“Is that okay?” she asks, his question stoking some of her insecurities that he wouldn’t want her like this.

“Fuck yes, it’s okay,” he answers enthusiastically.

With that, she wastes no time in sinking down onto him. Once he’s fully sheathed inside her, she lets out a soft moan.

“Mmm,” he responds in kind. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

She starts up a slow pace, grinding her hips into his shallowly at first. When he starts to squirm underneath her, desperate for more, she lets out a breathy laugh.

“You’re teasing me, little girl,” he almost growls, but he lets her keep control.

After a few more moments, she finally lifts her hips, sliding herself up and down on him, though the pace is still slow. She finds that, despite wanting to draw this out, her body seems to be picking up the pace all on its own, circling her hips more quickly.

“Oh,” she moans as she moves her hands to brace herself on his chest, giving her more leverage.

“Shit,” Negan hisses as he bucks his hips up to meet hers.

As his knot starts to swell, he has to stop himself from flipping them over and pounding into her. Chuck seems to enjoy being the one in control right now, so he holds himself back to allow her to continue.

Her pace quickens and she throws her head back in pleasure. “Oh god, Negan!”

“That’s it.” He grips her hips tightly. “Cum for me, omega.”

Once he feels those first flutters in her walls, he pulls her down to envelop his fully formed knot, falling over the edge with her. After her orgasm, Chuck collapses onto Negan’s chest, still trying to catch her breath. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close.

“I love you, Negan,” she whispers into his neck.

He gently pulls her face up to kiss her deeply. “I love you, my omega.”

A few days later as Negan is lounging on the couch, he gets a text message from Aaron.

I found a 64 Honda Super Hawk. Needs a lot of work, but I’m going to buy it.

Fucken awesome. That’s a sweet bike.

We can help each other out on the builds.

Shit yea we can. Can’t wait to ride. I got Chuck a helmet so she can join us.

Is it a good one?

Of fucken course it is. I did my homework.

You be safe with her on your bike.

You think I would let her get hurt.

I guess not.

Damn right.

The mention of Chuck makes Negan realize that he hasn’t seen her in a bit. He figures she’s probably working in the office. But then again, she told him she didn’t have anything to do today.

“Chuck?” he calls out as he walks up the stairs. Before he gets to the second floor landing, he sees a quick flash of Chuck hurrying into their bedroom, her hands full with something. “What the fuck are you doing?” Once he turns the corner to enter the room, it all becomes clear.

She straightens up from where she was leaning over, fixing the plethora of blankets she has gathered from every room in the house and piled onto the bed. “I think we need to buy more bedding,” she comments, completely serious.

He laughs. “Is that so?” He walks over closer to her. “We need more than this ?”

Looking down at their completely covered bed, she has a moment of clarity. “Oh god. I think this is every blanket and pillow we own. Why did I do this?” She turns her head to Negan, seeking the answer.

“I think you’re fuckin’ nesting.”

“Nesting?” She looks down to the bed then back up. Chuck knew that most omegas go through a nesting phase when they are pregnant and some will make a nest for each heat as well. It isn’t unheard of for omegas not to nest at all, though.

“I guess now we now your heat’s fuckin’ coming,” he comments.

“I never... nested before, though. I thought I wouldn’t.”

“Maybe it’s cuz this is our space now. Instead of just yours or mine like in our fuckin’ apartments.”

“Hmm.” She fiddles with the blanket that’s balled up on the side of the bed. “Does this look alright?”

He chuckles then hugs her from behind, placing his chin on her shoulder. “It’s perfect.”

“You don’t care at all, do you?” she responds with a smirk.

“Whatever nest you make, I’ll fuckin’ love it.” He turns his head to kiss her on the cheek.

She pauses, thinking it over. “I think we need to go to the store.”

He pats her hip as he moves away, laughing under his breath. “Alright, baby girl.”

“Just one more blanket,” she assures him as they walk down the stairs. “And maybe a pillow,” she tacks on. “Like a body pillow.”

He just shakes his head, already knowing that he’s going to let her buy everything she wants, which ends up being two fleece blankets, one fluffy down comforter, and a body pillow. Sure enough, the day after Chuck gets her nest just perfect, she goes into heat.

Tags: @mypopurribitch @negans-womam @haleyea @ultrahviolent @thedeadwalks @readinginmymeadow @strangeandunusual-83

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saltnhalo · 6 years ago

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saltnhalo’s 2018 writing

I made one of these roundups last year, so I figured I’d do the same this year. Between travelling and being in the hospital for a while, I didn’t get quite as much done, but I’m still damn proud of all my words.

Fics on A03

Roll With It (January)

8,086 words this year, 72k total (Explicit)

For two years, Dean’s been slaving away beneath his boss – many label him a secretary, but he fucking hates that and feels like it only applies to someone wearing a pencil skirt, so he insists on his title of Executive Assistant. And for what? In the vain hope that one day he’ll manage to become an editor for Sandover Publishing, and that he’ll see the manuscript that he’s slaved over since college finally realized in print.

That’s the dream, anyway.

Right now, he’s fucking late.

Dean wants to be an editor. Castiel just wants to stay in the country. ‘The Proposal’ – as you’ve never seen it before.

(Editor!Cas, Assistant!Dean)

I Don’t Know Why (January-February)

10,710 words this year, 16.5k total

Dean gets home from a long job to find a note on his front step. He knows exactly who it’s from and what it means; it promises fun and danger and a fucking good time, and there’s no way he can turn down this invitation.

He can never say no to the Angel.

(Assassin!Cas, Spy!Dean)

Flowers (February)

1,004 words, 3.4k total, co-written with destimushi and cryptomoon (Teen)

Three times Dean gave Cas flowers. Well. Kinda.

(Canon compliant, Valentine’s Day)

The Galaxy’s Most Wanted (March)

10,155 words (Explicit)

Dean had been the one always up to mischief, running around with his father’s broken laser pistol and constantly getting into places he shouldn’t have been. Sam, in comparison, always seemed to be the smart, studious one – until he reprogrammed the AI in their neighbours’ house to play ‘Happy Birthday’ at the loudest possible volume while keeping all the doors and windows firmly locked. It had taken two experts seven hours to undo the coding that Sam had managed to integrate into the house’s programming.

So, yes. They had been exceptional even from the beginning. And when John Winchester crossed one too many people, his sons inherited his beloved ship, and took to the cosmos doing what they knew best: stealing.

And they were damn good at it too. Almost unrivalled, across their own galaxy and even those neighbouring.

Almost.

(Space pirates, enemies to lovers)

Ensnared (April)

1,543 this year, 10k total (Mature)

As the current pulls him a little closer to the island, the singing grows stronger. It’s deep and lyrical and the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard and he’s suddenly overcome by the desperate, searing need to be closer, to hear it in all its intended glory.

And as he passes a single spur of rock that juts out a little further into the ocean than the others, Dean sees him.

(Siren!Cas, shipwrecked!Dean)

A Lesson In Obedience (April)

6,396 words (Explicit)

Castiel helps Dean to relax after a long and stressful day at work.

(Sub!Dean, Dom!Cas)

Little Blue Dragon (April)

23,820 words (Explicit)

Dean Winchester may have a reputation for being a skilled craftsman and blacksmith, but his life is just like anyone else’s. He’s over-worked and under-slept, and it’s all because of the niggling feeling in the back of his mind that tells him he’s… forgetting something. Still, he can’t let his weird dreams or errant thoughts get in the way of his work and his love for his craft. The strange feeling goes ignored.

That is, until he meets a man with jewel-blue eyes and an aura of intrigue. Castiel slots into his life in a way that Dean had never thought possible, and Dean grows accustomed to the mysterious man’s visits and brilliant smiles and tales of far-away places.

He’d never known he was missing a piece of himself until he met Castiel, and he thinks that Cas might feel the same way.

Until Castiel disappears from Dean’s life completely.

(Blacksmith!Dean, dragon!Cas)

Worst Impressions (May)

15,061 words, co-written with thepopeisdope (Explicit)

It should be a simple story: they meet, they click (or don’t), and they move forward with their lives from there. It happens every day.

Except in reality, for them, it’s not nearly that simple. It’s more like: they meet, they hate each other with a passion, and then suddenly a firefighter is on a date with a librarian, and somehow that isn’t the most unexpected development of their relationship.

From the instant Dean saw that the drop-dead-gorgeous firefighter had horns and a tail, he knew he was fucked.

(Angel!Dean, demon!Cas)

Trouble In The Best Way (July)

2,173 words (Teen)

When Dean is called in to see Emma's principal about his daughter's behaviour, he's not expecting to encounter one of the most attractive guys he's ever met in Castiel Novak, the father of Emma's partner-in-crime.

(Single parents, strangers to lovers)

Through The Fire (June-September)

30,444 words, WIP (Explicit)

When John Winchester strikes a deal with the Alpha of another pack, Dean is the one forced to take the hit for his family. He suddenly finds himself betrothed to the infamous mafioso Castiel Krushnic—an alpha with a terrifying reputation, who commands respect from all those who meet him. Once mated, Dean and Castiel must find a balance in the dynamics of their relationship, or risk bringing the whole of the Krushnic empire to its knees.

The challenges thrown their way have to be handled together, for better or for worse.

(Mafia AU, A/B/O)

Kiss Me, Kill Me (September)

4668 words (Mature)

Seasoned hitman Castiel Novak is just looking to take out his target and get paid, but should've accounted for the fact that he may not be the only assassin at tonight's party...

Cue the mysterious, green-eyed man who is more of a match for Castiel than anyone he's ever met.

(Assassin AU, A/B/O)

What The Rain Brings (October)

6,043 words (Explicit)

In which Castiel's new roommate—supposed to be an alpha, under the guidelines of the college dorms—turns out to be a) late, and b) a beautiful, sarcastic, drenched omega.

(College AU, A/B/O)

Such Familiar Magic (December)

6,333 words (Teen)

When solitary witch Castiel finds an injured dog unconscious in his garden, he takes it in. He's expecting to heal it, look after it for a few days, then perhaps return it to its owners.

He's not expecting it to be one of the strongest familiars he's ever met.

(Witch!Cas, familiar!Dean)

Fics on Tumblr

Blowjob (353, NSFW)

College stress (1,055)

Bondage (264, NSFW)

Rimming (540, NSFW)

Exhibitionism (1,354, NSFW)

Edging (497, NSFW)

Movie night (579)

Sexting (1,025, NSFW)

Riding (342, NSFW)

Cas in suspenders (164)

Café meet-cute (721)

Micestiel (502)

Witch Cas/Familiar Dean (822)

Captured spy Dean (1,705)

T-shirt (494)

Stitches (500)

High school love (847) Ending 1 | Ending 2

Art thief Dean (1,421)

Fallen Cas (419)

High school reunion (711)

Fake dating (854)

Yoga (857, based on these gifs)

Baking (509)

Sleeping hunters (435, inspired by this beautiful art)

Nude model (703)

Angel Dean/Demon Cas (785)

Suspension (720, NSFW-ish)

Stargazing (461)

Bar pining (604)

Moving house (466)

Beach vacation (926)

Nesting (708)

Noctuary (1,885)

Quidditch (839)

Love confession (2,172, NSFW-ish)

Sam gets a dog (480)

Actors AU (2,636, NSFW-ish)

Reverse!verse (284)

Art student Cas (980)

Motel (494)

Prom invite (1,197)

Dancing (1,176)

Mistletoe (509)

Deaf Dean (816)

Find all my tumblr fics collated on AO3 here

Words posted to AO3: 126,436 Words posted to tumblr: 35,811 Words posted in total: 162,247

Thank you so much to every single person who has read, kudosed, liked, reblogged or commented this year. Your support means the absolute world to me, as without people to read and enjoy what I put out onto the internet, I probably wouldn’t still be writing today. You guys are all so special to me, and I can’t wait to see what 2019 brings for us all.

#emma speaks #emma's writing #2018 roundup #can you believe RWI was completed earlier this year #what in the fresh fuck #it feels like a lifetime ago

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hati-skoll · 6 years ago

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Let Me Fill You(r Prompt)

Written for the @ignoctsecretsanta for @battle-goats I’m so sorry this is so late! The ending might be a little abrupt, I’ll probably update it in a bit, but I wanted you to have something first!

[AO3]

Noctis rips open a bag of enoki mushrooms. He gallantly pounds a clove of garlic into submission. Then he manfully wrestles an onion apart and accordingly cries himself a river, because what the fuck am I even writing I don’t even know someone save me.

Unfortunately, the astrals aren’t capable of sending down bolts of inspiration the way they’re wont to do with lightning. Noctis gets only so far before he admits to himself that he’s in over his head with this hilariously pitiful attempt at writing food porn. It’s… very… uninspired. He squints at the three sentences he’s typed, they’re… uh, well… alright, they suck. It sucks. How does one prepare food… sexily?

He tries to picture in his mind how Ignis works the kitchen, how his painfully suave advisor deftly slices up slabs of meat, a comfortable grip on the knife's handle; how he expertly kneads dough, muscles taut along his forearm; how he handles that intimidatingly large iron wok he keeps on the top shelf of Noctis’ kitchen, flicking his wrist with an enviable grace that Noctis will probably never muster in this lifetime.

“Hey, buddy, what'cha doing?”

Noctis very nearly tosses his phone out the window, but catches himself at the last minute so it instead clatters noisily where it lands on his desk. He hears someone cooing over his disastrous, ‘adorkable’ lack of hand-eye coordination from outside the classroom.

Prompto blinks, before plopping into the seat in front of his. “Uh, okay. Was gonna ask if you wanna head by the arcade later, but you look busy.”

“It's just this Thing.”

Promp glances down at the phone, then back up at Noctis. “Thing.”

“You know,” Noctis sighs, half-aggrieved as he makes a vague hand gesture that's supposed to mean sad-attempt-at-writing-food-porn-featuring-himself-and-his-ridiculously-handsome-charming-chivalrous-competent-all-round-amazeballs-advisor, “The Thing.”

“Oh!” Prompto exclaims, “The Secret-”

“Thing. Yes, the Secret Thing that no one should ever find out I was involved in.”

“Right. Gotcha,” Prompto nods, deadly serious, “Secret Thing.”

Noctis looks back down at his phone, re-reads his pathetic three lines and resists the urge to face-plant into his desk. Why did he ever think it was a good idea to sign up for this year’s Ignoct secret santa? Okay, so maybe he’s been furtively lurking in the fandom for ages — ever since he overheard a couple of girls whispering about it in phys ed class.

He still remembers their incredibly unlikely hypothesis about Iggy bending him over the gym bleachers, which is... hot as hell, but unlikely. Public sex is just not going to be on the table with his advisor. Because ‘that would be a recipe for disaster, Noct, can you imagine what the press would cook up?’ He’s not even sure if sex is ever going to be on the table — both figuratively and literally.

His dining table is definitely large enough to accommodate some spontaneous fucking, but… he’s obviously been looking at too much PWP lately. And it’s not like he’s going through these incredibly detailed imaginings of him and his advisor just to get off. Not really. Well, he gets off to them sometimes. Rarely. Once a week. Seriously, these artists and authors come up with extremely creative scenarios— That’s not the point.

The point is, It’s kind of heartening to know that somewhere, out there, there are a lot of other someones, random someones who aren’t Promp, rooting for him and Iggy and his stupid, hopeless crush. And it sort of… gives him hope, you know. Makes him feel like it might actually be possible, like they might actually work, if he could just work up the courage to ask Iggy out. One day.

“Just kill me,” Noctis says, unfortunately aloud.

“Woah, woah. Aren’t you, like, not supposed to joke about suicide in public?”

That’s right, he’s not. “It’s a euphemism.”

“Uh,” Promp does the awkward half-laugh that generally functions as an indicator for Noctis to shut up before he shoves that foot further into his mouth, “I don’t think that’s how euphemisms work.”

“It is if whatever I’m thinking of is worse than dying.” Yeap, he’s swallowing that foot. Whole. There’s probably an Ignoct fic about foot fetish somewhere.

“Are you allowed to say that?” Promp whispers, loudly — loud enough for the guy three tables down to not-so-inconspicuously don headphones in an attempt to give them an illusion of privacy.

Which is how they end up relocating to the roof, like every other highschool cliche out there. And Noctis half-feels like the school bully, because unlike every other highschool cliche, there’s actually a decent number of people on the roof, who... promptly make themselves scarce when Noctis and Prompto show up — and look, they’re obviously not leaving because of Promp. He’d have to be more delusional than maybe-my-too-perfect-advisor-slash-childhood-playmate-might-actually-like-me-back to think that anyone’s escaping because of Promp .

“So… nice and quiet here,” Promp says, after the last of them has filed out.

“Mmghf.”

“Very… zen,” Promp continues, “Zen’s good for inspiration, right?”

It’s not working for his. “Maybe?”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so either,” Promp sighs deeply in commiseration, “Hey, you could always write a smutty one-shot about Iggy and you getting hot and heavy up here. Can’t go wrong with hot roof sex.”

“We’ve fucked on the roof dozens of times,” well, in fics, “Also why would Iggy be in our school?”

“Because… Oh! Because he’s your alpha and you’ve gone into heat, so the school clinic rung him to pick you up. And then because you’re oozing omega pheromones, Iggy loses control and drags you up here to have his sordid way with you.”

“I’m not writing an ABO,” a beat, “Why am I an omega?”

“I can’t see Iggy being an omega, have you seen the thing he does with his knives?”

“He cooks .”

“I’m gonna have to stop you there, buddy, that sorta alpha-omega-stereotyping is uncalled for.”

“What?”

“You can’t just say Iggy’s an omega because he cooks.”

“That’s not what I— They’re not even real!”

“Yeah, and so isn’t Santa,” Promp proclaims, “But look where we are, in the middle of a Secret Santa. I rest my case.”

Noctis lasts for all of three seconds before the incredulity of it all gets to him and he shoves his awful best friend. “I’m not bearing any babies for Iggy.”

“Pups,” Promp corrects, very seriously, before he cracks up too.

They’re both giggling like desperate F2Ps after a godly gacha roll and Noctis is feeling slightly better about his trainwreck of food-kink fic, which is why he makes the incredibly questionable decision of showing Promp his Work-In-Progress. Prompto blinks at it owlishly for several seconds. And Noctis regrets everything.

“It’s not bad,” Promp declares determinedly, after several more seconds of owlish blinking.

“It’s bad.”

“It’s not! It’s… evocative. That’s good.”

“Noctis rips open a bag of enoki mushrooms,” Noctis reads aloud, “He gallantly pounds a clove of garlic into submission. You winced. Right there.”

“I was empathising with the clove of garlic!”

“Then he manfully wrestles—”

“Okay, okay, stop,” Promp says with a shaky breath, “Maybe… Maybe it could be better. Why are you… manfully wrestling an avocado?”

“An onion. I’m manfully wrestling an onion, because that’s what it says in this really detailed recipe forkingandspooning114 included in the prompt. In which I’m supposed to prepare a meal for Iggy — sexily — and amaze him with my — sexy — cooking prowess, after which we have a hot dinner — and hotter sex.”

“A cereal food fetishist, huh.”

“Yeah, the wurst case I’ve come across,” Noctis makes a face, “There are fifty pages worth of recipes. It’s practically a cookbook.”

“Yikes,” Promp scrolls down to look at recipes. “That’s… hold up. Wait. I have an idea.”

Noctis isn’t sure if he likes that glint in Promp’s eyes but he nods anyway for his best friend to continue.

“Why don’t you ask Iggy for advice?”

“Ask Iggy for advice on seducing him with my non-existent sexy cooking skills?”

“Hypothetically,” Promp says, “And he doesn’t need to know about the seducing. Not when he sexy-cooks naturally, you know, according to you. You can just ask for a demonstration or something, for the recipes. And... maybe bring an extra serving for me tomorrow?”

Well... Noctis mulls, it isn’t a half-bad idea, even if it’s as obvious as Uncle Ardyn’s purposefully obtuse — and painfully cringey — misuse of teenage slang, that Promp’s suggestion is more or less motivated by his stomach. Noctis shrugs at his best friend, plays it cool because it’s kinda ridiculous that his future with Iggy is now at the mercy of Promp’s stomach. “Huh. I’ll think about it.”

He pretends not to see Promp’s little victory jiggle as they make their way down the roof.

He’s still trying to figure out how to ask Specs for a cooking demonstration without sounding really suspicious — and also without hurting Iggy’s feelings, because asking Iggy to work with another person’s recipe is just… kinda in bad taste when he takes so much pride in his own. Of course, the man of the hour is already in the kitchen, whipping up a batch of something-or-other that’ll taste like heaven and sin all wrapped into one, as Noctis steps into his apartment.

“Welcome home, Noct,” Iggy calls, and Noctis’ heart gives a traitorous little flutter because that was just so domestic — come to think of it, that domestic AU he's been following just updated earlier today, he’ll have to read it later, “Productive day at school, I hope?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, we did. Math.”

“That sounds truly invigorating.”

Noctis suddenly feels the need to defend his math class — which he totally did not spend brooding about his secret santa prompt. “Yeah? It’s supposed to lend us magnitude and direction.”

Iggy’s brows rise. “Ah, perhaps I should have said it was in-vector-ating instead?”

Noctis deigns that awful pun with a groan and plops himself down at the table, where Iggy’s delivering an entire tray of freshly baked pastries. He knows better than to snag a piece without Iggy’s go-ahead, though — after all, he’ll only end up with a scalded tongue and a disappointed talking-to from his advisor.

Iggy sets one aside on a plate, adding a generous helping of whipped cream. He looks strangely put together for someone who’s been working away at the kitchen, like does he even sweat? Noctis squints at his advisor’s dry, smooth, slightly flushed skin, so he nearly misses it when Iggy says, “You’re awfully tensed today. I don't suppose there's anyway I can be of service?”

Okay, wow, loaded question. “Uh. No. I mean. Yes. Sorta.”

“Well, you know I’m always happy to help, Noct. What do you need?”

No sex thoughts. Don't think sex thoughts. “I have this… recipe I need you to try.”

“Recipe,” Iggy repeats.

“From the internet,” technically, not a lie, “A-” friend of mine? He only has one friend, literally, one, “Promp. Yeah. Promp wanted to ask for your advice on a couple of recipes. Because... they've not been turning out too well for him, but he was too intimidated to ask in person.”

“Oh. Certainly,” Iggy seems to have bought into his fibbing, “I can take a look at them in my spare time.”

“No.”

Iggy blinks. “No?”

“He um wants a demonstration. Physical demonstration.”

“I can’t see how that’s achievable if he’s too intimidated to show up.”

“Yeah, so you can,” Noctis tries to recall how fic!him goes about asking Iggy favours, cooking demonstrations or otherwise, he seriously doesn’t remember ever being this tongue-tied in fics, “Demonstrate to me, how it’s done. And I’ll demonstrate to Promp.”

“You’ll demonstrate to Prompto,” Iggy’s spoon clatters onto the table, there’s a pause and then, “I’m not sure if that’s wise.”

You char a wok one time. “I just have to do whatever you do, right? Piece of cake,” Noctis says with a confidence he can only muster because he’s not actually going to do any cooking.

“I do hope his house is insured.”

Oh, come on. “His house will survive my cooking perfectly fine, Specs. Just show me. Please.”

Iggy pushes the whip-creamed pastry at him, and Noctis digs into the dessert, enjoying the perfect marrying of flaky, sugared crust and rich, chocolate ganache. Everything Iggy makes is perfect — well, not the vegetables, but... everything else. He watches for Iggy’s reaction, sees the exact moment his advisor capitulates in the set of his shoulders and that look of fond exasperation on his face… tempered by something… harder this time, something Noctis doesn’t quite recognise. But the emotion is gone in a flash, as Iggy says, “Well, I suppose I have my work cut out for me if I’m to make a decent cook out of you. You’d like to try one of these recipes out for dinner today, I presume?”

“Yeah,” Noctis quickly gets the document open, scrolls to the entry that’s titled, Creamy Fowl Saute, “This one.”

Iggy glances at it briefly. “Ah, a classic. And it looks remarkably similar to a recipe of mine. I think your pantry and refrigerator are well-stocked with what we need.”

“Cool,” Noctis says.

He finishes the pastry while Iggy preps his kitchen, magically conjures up ingredients and utensils from spaces he hadn't known existed in his cupboards. Then the stage is set, and the tart consumed, and Iggy’s considering him with a serious sort of look that Noctis will probably be flustered by if it didn’t exactly say how-do-I-get-you-to-not-burn-down-the-kitchen in subtext.

So instead he’s slightly miffed. “Can we get on with it, Specs?”

“Perhaps an apron before we commence?”

He’s not wearing an apron. “But I’m just observing.”

“Nonsense, you’re not going to learn anything by just observing,” Iggy somehow produces a second apron with a flourish, “I’d be loathe to see ‘Crown Prince Commits Arson’ on tomorrow’s seven-o-clock. And roll up your sleeves.”

“Why do I have to—” He nearly bites his tongue because Iggy’s thrown the apron over his head, and now Iggy’s arms are going around his waist in a pseudo-hug to secure the ties at the back. And hopefully, his expression is more coolly composed than astrals-save-me-my-crush-is-sorta-hugging-me-what-do-I-do mortified.

Iggy finally — unfortunately — steps away. “There we are,” a pause, and Iggy’s lips are twitching when he says, “I think this is a good look for you, Noct.”

“Shut up.”

They get started on the recipe, and Iggy puts him in charge of measuring the chicken broth and heavy cream. Noctis is proud to say he aced that, solid 5 out of 7. He’s great at pouring things into measuring cups. He’s kind of warming up to the idea of cooking, maybe, uh well, he’s not cringing away from the counter at least, but then Iggy puts a knife and an onion in his hands and suddenly it feels like they’ve jumped from tutorial mode to boss battle.

“Maybe you should do this,” he tells Iggy.

“You just have to chop the onion, Noct.”

“I’m allergic to onions. They make my eyes water.”

“That happens to everyone,” Iggy says, “And just think of it like it’s weapons training with Gladio. You’ve handled bigger blades than this.”

Noctis’ retort dies in his throat when he notices the unintended euphemism, his next words are out of his mouth before he thinks them through. “Well, maybe you should help me with this blade then. You know, correct my form, the way Gladio does at practice.”

Okay. Someone kill him. Now.

Thankfully, the disastrously cheesy line seems to fly over Iggy’s head, because he just nods at Noctis and says, “If you think it’ll help you.”

What? “Uh. Yeah?”

Which is how Iggy ends up getting into position behind Noctis, one hand over Noctis’ where he’s grasping the knife, the other carefully positioning the onion on the board. And Noctis is both congratulating and cursing at himself for his horrendous foot-in-mouth syndrome. “I’ve already peeled and washed it, so you can start by cutting it into two. Right through the root, but we don’t want to cut that off, lest the onion bleeds.”

Okay, he can feel Iggy’s body heat all the way down the line of his back and— “The onion bleeds?”

“Sulphuric acid, sulphur dioxide and hydrogen sulphide. The latter irritates our eyes.”

“Oh, okay.” Iggy is guiding his hand through the motion, creating an incision, then cleanly slicing through. “Wow. Okay, we’re done?”

He feels Iggy’s chest rumble in a gentle chuckle. “Not quite. Hold the onion like this. Use your knuckle to guide the knife, point it towards the root, and cut. That’s right. Nice, long strokes.”

Nice, long strokes, seriously?

“Not too deep,” Iggy tuts, “If I’d known you’d be so enthusiastic about cutting onions, I would have enlisted your help years ago.”

“I’m not,” Noctis objects, “I just want to—” finish this before I pop an awkward boner, “Get it right for Promp.”

Iggy abruptly releases his hand and of course Noctis stabs himself in the pinky in the next second. “Ouch, damn. Iggy, wha—”

“My apologies,” okay, now Iggy looks like he’s going to flagellate himself or something, “You’re bleeding, we’ll have to run that under the tap.”

“Specs, it’s not a big deal,” he tries to protest, but they’re evidently still running his pinky under the tap, “I’ve had worse cuts from chopstick splinters than this.”

“Your chopstick splinters were not of my doing,” Iggy pauses, “Were they?”

“No.”

Iggy heaves out a sigh that sounds like part relief and part dismay, like is he seriously going to blame himself for not inspecting every pair of disposable chopsticks that passes into Noctis’ hands? Noctis is about to say something, something reassuring hopefully, but then Iggy stops glaring at the tiny barely-a-quarter-inch cut like it’s a personal affront and looks up at him with a frazzled sort of smile — which is… wow, be still, heart, don’t fucking give me away with your loud thumping. Iggy clears his throat. “Perhaps you should sit the rest of the session out. And we ought to put a bandaid on that.”

“On this?”

They put a bandaid on it. Well, they kind of just swathe his pinky in a bandaid. Gladio is going to be absolutely merciless with his teasing if he sees it at training the day after. Thus, Noctis resolves to quietly ditch it in a couple of hours. And he tries to tell Iggy he’s perfectly fit to continue cooking, but Iggy’s starting to look sorta stressed out, so Noctis goes back to observing — the original plan, which kinda seems less fun now, but he gets to unabashedly eyeball Iggy so that’s a plus.

His advisor’s a force to be reckoned with in the kitchen, his actions quick, sure and precise. He’s efficient, the way he is with everything else in his — well, Noct’s — life. It’s kind of amazing to watch. And somewhere in the back of his mind, Noctis knows he’s supposed to be taking notes for his secret santa. It’s just, Iggy’s like a storm when he’s on a mission, brutal, arresting, awe-inspiring. It’s all part of what Noctis finds sexy, and Noctis can’t exactly imagine being that for Iggy, which is a little depressing but... maybe Iggy has a thing for clumsy and socially inept. He’s not sure how that’s going to fly with forkingandspooning114, though.

Does clumsy qualify as sexy?

He’s still trying to figure that out, when Iggy slides a plate in front of him. “Dinner is served.”

Noctis blinks at the dish. It looks good, kinda familiar, but then Iggy made it, so ditto. “Thanks, Specs.”

“Have you gotten everything you needed for Prompto?” Iggy asks solicitously, as he seats himself opposite Noctis.

“Uh, yeah. We’re good.”

Iggy considers him. “Would it be helpful if I made a couple of notes on the recipe?”

Noctis shrugs as he digs into the chicken. The meat's tender, and the sauce creamy but not too creamy. “Yeah, sure.”

“Then you shan’t be attempting this on your own in Prompto’s kitchen?”

“Specs.”

Iggy delicately cuts a portion of his own fillet, spears it with his fork, then tears a chunk off with his teeth. Okay, that’s weirdly hot. Noctis stares at Iggy’s bobbing adam's apple as he swallows. “I’m serious, Noct.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Noctis agrees, distracted by Iggy’s adam’s apple, but it’s not like he’s been planning to go burn down Promp’s kitchen in the first place. Iggy seems somewhat mollified by his answer and drops the subject, so Noctis is left to enjoy the meal in silence for the next couple of minutes. He scarfs it down with relish, but there’s just something about it that feels... Hm. “Hey, Specs? This tastes sorta familiar.”

Iggy pauses, fork in mid-air as he replies, “Well, of course. The recipe’s an exact copy of mine. If you hadn’t told me otherwise, I’d have thought Prompto took it straight out of my notebook.”

Wait. “Really?” Noctis stops chewing. Because that’s just—

“It’s a common enough dish,” Iggy shrugs, “And it’s something I’ve adapted off existing recipes. I’d say it’s certainly possible for someone to have made the same adjustments as I. No cause for alarm.”

“Do you wanna check the rest of the recipes? See if they’re yours? What if someone stole—”

“In your own words, Noct, it’s not a big deal.”

How is that not a big deal? Iggy’s worked his ass off on those recipes. “Just check them.”

Iggy accepts Noctis’ phone and scrolls through the recipes, expression politely neutral as he does so, which annoys Noctis because that usually means he thinks Noct’s being stupid or unreasonable or whatever. He stops scrolling after a while. “Well, they’re all rather similar.”

“So someone stole your recipes?”

“They’re just recipes,” yeah, recipes Iggy created for Noct.

And Noctis is about to demand they call up the citadel’s security and have them pull up footage from the Private Secretary’s Office, but then his wrath is promptly derailed by the sudden realisation that someone in the citadel stole Iggy’s recipes for the Ignoct secret santa, and that’s… That’s… Well, he’s a little conflicted, because one, stealing is bad, but two, someone close to home ships them hard enough to go to such lengths, and that’s kind of, sort of heartwarming in a… weirdly, intrusive sort of way. Well, at least, he’s got someone’s support if he and Iggy work out and Noctis declares his plans to beget heirs via surrogacy or something.

“Do you know who it might be?” Noctis asks after a while.

Iggy stares at him for a moment. “Perhaps a Glaive or a Crownsguard.”

Great, he’ll have to ask Nyx or Gladio. Noctis finishes the rest of his dinner in a hurry.

“Is there anything else I can help you with tonight?” Iggy asks, while clearing the table.

Noctis blinks. Another loaded question. He tries to think of puppies and chocobos and anything but Iggy in a leather collar. “Uh. Nah, I’m good. Thanks for dinner, Specs. We should do the cooking together thing again sometime.”

“Certainly,” Iggy says.

Then Noctis is retreating to his bedroom to mull over the identity of forkingandspooning114, mind racing at warp-speed, already making plans to waylay the Glaives and Crownsguards, because he's gotta figure out who's his ally in this, you know. And if it's a little strange that Iggy left his Very Important Notebook unattended long enough for anyone to copy fifty pages off it, well... he's only human, isn't he?

#ffxv #ignoct #ignis x noctis #Noctis Lucis Caelum #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #fanfiction

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mestizo-efp · 8 years ago

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Ten Minutes omegaverse

OMG I’ve finally made it! It was never ending…please note that this is the first time that I’ve translated one of my fiction soooo…..please don’t kill me. I know it will be full of mistakes but I did my best. Let me know your thoughts

19 Days,Omegaverse AU

Chapter 1

He Tian x Mo GuanShan

NSFW

Summary: “He stripped off as quickly as possible and threw himself under the hot water of the shower. The awareness of using He Tian’s shower caused him an annoying feeling at his stomach as if he was sharing something intimate and private. He tried to move as little as possible, avoiding to move his feet so he wouldn’t touch too many tiles. He didn’t want to leave too many traces”

“According to recent studies at Tsinghua University, the number of Omega-class subjects is considerably decreased. The estimates point to a 50% decrease from 2010 to today and it seems that the rates are set to rise. The causes are to be credited to increased consumption of suppressants by the Omegas parties and their increasingly effective and lasting effect. This does not exclude a possible extinction of the Omega-class in the next twenty / thirty years. To date, the number of Alpha and Beta make up for the most 95% of the world population ”

«Tch,» said Guanshan clicking his tongue, tossing the magazine in the trash «Bullshits».

Sometimes he wondered why they would throw away so much money in these sensational “studies”, if in the end they always get half of it, pulling out of mere conjectures or percentages. A practical example? Both of his parents were Beta, they didn’t use suppressants, yet he was somehow born as an Omega. How was it possible?

It was his curse.

There was a knock at his door, which was locked.

«GuanShan?» it was his mother «How do you feel? Do you want something to eat?»

«No Mom, I’m fine»

There was a brief moment of silence «All right».

GuanShan listened to her footsteps receding into the kitchen before making a big sigh.

Had he always been so good at lying to his mother? The truth was that he was feeling pretty darn bad.

He has told his mother that he had a bad stomach disorder, the truth was that he was in heat, that disgusting heat.

It made him feel uncomfortable and being his first year it came in an irregular manner and with unclear effects. Sometimes he felt a fire in his veins, sometimes he felt the need to jump into a tub of hot water. Sometimes he could eat a whole cow, sometimes just the thought of swallowing a single grape made him want to vomit blood.

He had told anyone, not even to his mother. At school, everyone thought that he was a common Beta, and thankfully his first heat came during the night, while he was still in bed. He knew suppressants, and if he had told his mother she would surely rush to buy them, but the problem was just that: their damn price. With the excuse that Omegas were increasingly rare and medicines increasingly sophisticated and powerful, their price had skyrocketed. The financial situation of his family was not good, damn, at most he could afford a single pill, which would still be a waste because it would not be useful at all. So, last year, every time the heat appeared, GuanShan locked himself in his room for five long days, making up a different excuse each time.

For safety, he always closed the window so that the smell does not peep out attracting whomever. He had not understood what could be the reaction of an Alpha to an Omega during its heat. All that things about pheromones were confusing, but it frightened him anyway, even if he would rather die before admitting it to himself. He didn’t care, and he preferred not to go out and test it for himself, that was certain. He saved money and took a few days off away from school and from He Tian, that asshole.

“Disgusting!Disgusting!Disgusting!”

His feelings were at odds even with themselves. On one hand the excitement provoked by the heat, and on the other hand, the disgust and hatred for all that concerned it. It was as if the two sides were fighting each other for dominance, but something was preventing the victory of one or the other. As if something was missing.

He despaired thinking of having to live the rest of his life that way … he had to earn more money and get a lifetime supply of suppressants.

Suddenly the phone rang. GuanShan snorted, cursing himself for forgetting to turn it off. He took it and read the name on the display: Gao Peng. A classmate, it was strange that he was calling.

“That’s strange …” he answered the call «Hello?»

«GuanShan? What happened to you? It’s been a while».

«I…had things to do»

There was a brief silence «Look, something bad has happened»

«Something bad?»

«Yes, this afternoon Ma Qiang has clashed with some guys from another school and tomorrow they want to settle things, we need your help»

“Damn it”

«I … I don’t think I’ll be there»

«What? Are you kidding me? Do you understand or not what happened?»

«I get it! I’m telling you that I have some fucking problems and I don’t know if I can be there»

«You’re still the same! When there is a need you disappear! Ma Qiang is in trouble and he needs us! Are you scared or something?».

GuanShan tightens his fist so hard that it hurts him. He narrowed his eyes, biting his lip.

«A-Alright … I understand we’ll meet tomorrow at the usual spot»

«Finally! See you tomorrow».

It took several minutes before GuanShan fully realized what had just happened.

«Fuck!!» he shouted, pulling a strong punch to the mattress.

He stood up, making back and forth across the room. What had he done? Had he just agreed to come out of the house in full heat with no suppressants? How stupid!

He crouched on the ground running his hands through his hair. He could not go back, call and say that he could not go. They would have called him a coward and, damn it, no one was ever allowed to call him that way in the face without going back home with a few teeth less.

“Okay, okay,” he thought, “Think, there must be a solution, any solution”

He thought for a long time, considering all possibilities, but every possible plan went to hell whenever, in his head, he put one foot outside the house. He lived in a damn city, with thousands and thousands of people. God only knew how many Alfas could be around. Although … maybe in his district, not so many.

An idea flashed in his head, it was pretty good, but not without its risks … and certainly a big loss. He gets up, approaching his desk and opening the second drawer, there appeared a double bottom that kept inside a case. GuanShan grabbed it, sighing. They were his only personal savings. He had promised himself that he would use it only in case of absolute necessity, perhaps for his mother or to pay off some debt.

It wasn’t much, a few savings accumulated over three years with sporadic jobs.

The temptation to put it back in its place was strong, very strong … but what else could he do? He was not a coward, damn it!

He sat on the bed, clutching the case for a few minutes.

“Okay, I can do this. I will recover in some way, even if it means doing something for that bastard ”.

He took the phone and began to formulate the phases of his plan. In his district, there was a pharmacy open 24h-24h, which was a blessing in his case. He had to go around two, three in the morning, to encounter fewer people as possible. Following the back streets, there was a chance he met anyone. The possibility of finding an Alphas’s salesman or saleswoman was slim to none. They usually were quite wealthy people, unlike him. He would buy the most disgusting and cheaper brand of suppressants and then he would return home.

He nodded satisfied, feeling a sense of relief: he had never taken suppressants and the idea of finally being able to get rid of that discomfort heartened him a little.

He spent the rest of the afternoon and evening studying the best route and the places to avoid. There was a nightclub, on the way, that usually stayed open all night and it was quite busy, but it was quite far away from the pharmacy.

At two in the morning, GuanShan went into the bathroom, making one of the longest and cold showers throughout his life. He rubbed his skin up to scratch, eliminating any trace of smell. For security he splashed a lot of deodorant and perfume; although it was summer, he covered his mouth with a scarf, but not before having brushed his teeth three times. He looked like a thief, but who cares. He thanked the fact that his mother was a heavy sleeper, and furtively he left the house as quickly as possible. He followed his ideal path to perfection, checking at every turn that the way was clear. The plan seemed to have a great success and GuanShan, happy and victorious,

managed to reach the pharmacy without meeting anyone. He does not even remember the last time he had felt so satisfied with himself. He was so happy he ignored the embarrassment of having to grab the box of pills and the curious gaze of the saleswoman. Omegas were rare. He went out and stood for a moment in front of the automatic doors, pulling out the suppressants' box from the small plastic bag. All of a sudden GuanShan lost all his enthusiasm. 148 Yuan for that miserable light blue box. There were only a dozen pills inside… and they were the less expensive ones.

“And so they go my savings…oh well”

Sighing, he put them in his pocket, he began to get very hot and it was better to go back home. He looked up and…

«Ah!» said someone, right in front of him.

“It can’t be” thought GuanShan, incredulous and bewildered: He Tian. He just came out of the 7 Eleven which was located in front of the pharmacy and he was holding a bag full of snacks and pre-cooked meals.

How the hell had he forget about He Tian?!? He lived in the area, and that was one of the shops that he frequented more often!!! He had completely forgotten.

He Tian seemed quite surprised to see him and after the first moment of surprise he tilted his head to one side and grinned, pointing him «You’re still alive, where have you been?».

GuanShan backed away, his heart began to beat fast-paced, so strong that he felt the veins of his neck throbbing. He was terrified, to say the least, a thousand and one questions began frantic buzzing in his head.

Did He Tian saw him with the suppressants in his hands? Did he put them away fast enough? There was someone else with him? Was he sweating? And if he were somehow sending some kind of scent without realizing it? No, that didn’t matter unless He Tian was …

“Oh, shit” he suddenly realized “He Tian … an Alpha?”

Wasn’t it obvious? Rich, arrogant, swaggering, with thousand of girls always around him, taller at least three spans more than a common Chinese… and strong, terribly strong. So strong that he was able to knock him down with just one hit of his knee.

He stepped back again, and to confirm his doubts something strange pinched his nose … it wasn’t a smell … more like an annoying itching of the nasal septum. For a moment he felt like an electrical discharge that reached his brain.

«Hey…» said He Tian, drawing his attention «… is that a scarf? You did realize it’s summer, right?»

Guanshan widened his eyes if he got too close it would be the end. A deep and powerful cry rang through his whole being:

“RUN!”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Gritting his teeth and eating the asphalt with the shoes, he ran as fast as the wind and almost imagined the confused expression that could have He Tian at that time. But who cared, damn it? He just had to run. Go home, close himself inside his room and take those damn pills. As quickly as possible, he stopped only when he was almost crashing to the ground stumbling into a flower bed. He crouched down, catching his breath, and then pull himself up and, looking at the sky, taking a deep breath. NOW he was soaked with sweat. He wiped his chin, looking around.

“Huh?” he thought “Wait a minute”

He turned a few times, recognizing the road but making a terrible discovery: he had taken the wrong direction. It was on the opposite side to where there he should have been.

He pulled his hair, exasperated. He knew he was unlucky, but this was ridiculous. “Who is that bastard who sent me a curse?!? I’ll kill him! I swear I’ll kill him!”

Well, he could not waste time. He turned and froze. A group of people was coming right at him, they looked as if they have just come out of a nightclub and even though he was a few steps away GuanShan distinctly felt the stench of smoke and alcohol.

He could not move, he stood there like a statue until they passed him. And just when in his mind he was going to breathe a sigh of relief …

«Hey …» someone said «What’s this smell?»

For the first time in his entire life, GuanShan’s blood seemed to freeze in all his body. Pure, simple, fear.

He turned. A man in the group (taller than the others) was looking around him. His eyes and those of GuanShan met for a split second, but that was enough for the man. GuanShan thought he saw a spark ignite in the stranger’s eyes, and an electrical discharge went through him from the tip of the hair to shoes. No one else in the group seemed to sense something, but he still followed the gaze of what he was now certain was an Alfa. GuanShan saw him open his eyes wide, surprised, and then smile in one of the evilest and wicked smile he had ever seen. He had no hope of fighting, not in those circumstances. They were a group of six men, all certainly older than him and in his state, he would not hold the effort. Once again the only solution that was he able to follow was to escape. He had hopes of succeeding? He found no answer because his legs had begun to move even before he knew it.

«Get him!» he heard shouting behind him

«What? Why?»

«I’ll explain later! Don’t let him getaway!»

Even without looking GuanShan distinctly heard the footsteps behind him, following him numerous and unrelenting.

“Why? Why? Why!?!?! ” He thought, angry- no, furious with the whole world. The hell! He didn’t have a choice, no one had asked him to be born that way! To hell with his parents, that asshole of his father and the fucking money that were never enough. It wasn’t his fault, he did nothing.

His lungs began to burn with fatigue, as well as the legs and arms. But the footsteps behind him were still there, they didn’t stop.

Something tugged at his sleeve and he fell to the ground tumbling, banging his nose and his cheek. Heedless of the pain he pulled up as quickly as possible, pulling punches and kicks to anyone who came within range. He was able to hit a couple of men, but the other four swooped on him, hitting him first in the face and then in the stomach.

He gasped, spitting blood.

They slammed him against a wall, surrounding him. He had to blink at least ten times before he was able to distinguish their faces.

«Let me go you bastards» he managed to hiss

«Who is he?» asked one of them to the Alpha «He owes you money?»

The man didn’t answer but instead approached dangerously close to GuanShan, inhaling a deep breath of air at one centimeter from his nose. The boy felt such disgust that could barely suppress a gag. The tingling in his nose was different from before, it was strong but so annoying it was giving him a headache. Its smell was rotten and sour, like rotten meat.

«I knew it,» said the Alpha, making one step back and grinning malignantly «An Omega»

The other members of the group were surprised to hear those words, widening their eyes and looking at the Alpha.

«An Omega?» they said

«I can’t believe it»

«I thought they were gone … Where does he come from?»

The man licked his lips, hungry and GuanShan found no escape in the wall behind him. The Alpha seemed deaf and blind to the world around him, he followed GuanShan’s movements as a starving beast, imposing his gaze on that of the boy. He expected a small movement, just a spasm of a muscle, and he would jump on him.

«Don’t touch me» GuanShan hissed, with a narrow view in front of him, where the figure of that animal stood threateningly. «Fuck, stay away, I’ll kill you … I’ll kill you».

He repeated all the insults that came to his mind, spinning like a broken disk. He could not do anything else.

He wanted to shout, punch him and make him eat the asphalt with his teeth, but he couldn’t. A strange instinct rooted in him forced him to submit, to not run away. But that wasn’t what his head wanted, he wouldn’t give up, for nothing in the world, at the cost of dying.

Fighting against his own will, GuanShan bent his knees, fisting with all his strength. But it was useless, the man seemed to have had a terrible burst of adrenaline and, grabbing GuanShan’s wrist, he advanced in his direction, pushing him strongly against the wall and leaning on the boy with all his weight.

«FUCK!!! LET GO! LET GO! LET GO!!»

Grabbing him by the forehead, the Alpha pushed GuanShan’s head with incredible force against the wall behind him. The boy felt a sense of total loss, and his view blurred until it disappeared into a white mist. The world roared frightfully for a long time, until one hand first touched his hip, then his neck.

He also heard a voice, blowing into his left ear.

«I always wanted to try an Omega … it’s a shame that he’s a fucking brat and not a pretty girl but … I’ll settle for it»

“No,” GuanShan thought “Not to me… not to me”

At that moment he somehow remembered reading somewhere that a person could commit suicide by biting its tongue. Hemorrhage is such that you can almost drown in your blood.

He was already pressing his teeth in the soft flesh of his tongue when for some reason the Alpha seemed to stop.

«What’s happening ?!» shouted the man.

Then the pain in his head still prevented GuanShan from seeing clearly what was happening, he could only hear footsteps and noises. The man’s grip disappeared from his wrists and he slipped to the ground, unable to stand.

«Who the fuck are you?!» said someone.

The Alpha burst into an animal cry, screaming ferociously. GuanShan looked up and managed to distinguish two figures, one of whom recognized as the aggressor, thanks to the white shirt he wore. The other was just a blend of blurred colors. GuanShan shook his head, shaking his eyes with strength and resting his forehead on the cold asphalt beneath him.

The fight went on for a long while until there was a tremendous hustle created by the fall of a garbage bucket. Then, silence.

GuanShan rolled his back to the wall and raised his arms to his face.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn’t, he could only hope to protect himself. He heard the footsteps, which were closer, closer and closer. He clenched his teeth, forcefully and almost believed that he would explode, when a voice woke him up.

«Hey»

As if touched by a hot iron, GuanShan frowned incredulously, wide opening his eyes and mouth: He Tian. He was right in front of him, kneeling to the ground, at his height. He looked at him seriously and sweaty.

“What is this?” GuanShan thought, relieved to have recovered his sight. Around them, the aggressors were lying on the ground, and farther the Alpha with his head inside a garbage bucket tilted to one side.

It took him a few moments to fully realize what had just happened and what had been avoided thanks to He Tian’s intervention. Just the idea made him nauseate.

«What» GuanShan’s throat was damn dry, talking to him was hurting «You, here … why?»

He Tian shrugged, indifferent «You ran away that way, it wasn’t polite from you»

Should he answer? What was he supposed to say? He didn’t know, GuanShan didn’t understand anything. He looked down at his hands: they were dirty and… they were trembling. He held them tight, closing his eyes.

“It’s over… it’s over”.

He opened his eyes and saw He Tian staring at him, then he remembered. It wasn’t over yet, even He Tian, he was an Alpha too.

Trembling he stood up, barely resting on his legs.

«Home» he whispered, «I need to go home»

«I’ll go with you,» said He Tian, standing up and leaning a hand on his shoulder.

That touch, mild and strangely delicate, burned like a fire on the boy’s skin, which snapped at the side by hitting his arm and turning away with a terrified look.

«NO!» he shouted, but seeing He Tian’s gaze, he tried to keep himself together «No, I’m…I’m fine»

Stumbling over, GuanShan managed to reach the main road toward his home. He Tian, however, followed him at a distance, his hands sunk into his pockets.

«Stop following me,» said GuanShan, but He Tian didn’t listen to him «Stop it!» he shouted, turning towards him.

«I just want to make sure you get there in one piece»

Deep rage came from GuanShan’s depths, which against all common sense fluttered on He Tian, gripping him by the collar of the shirt.

«You’re happy aren’t you? To find out all this! Another reason to look down on me, to feel superior and treat me like scum! I don’t need anyone, you hear me? DON’T DO IT!!! Don’t look at me with pity, that’s what I hate the most … It makes me wanna… puk …»

He felt a sense of nausea so strong and deep that for a second his head swirled like he was riding the tallest roller coaster in the world. He had to get on the nearest bush and use it to reject all dinner and probably that morning’s breakfast. And then the rest of the bile, burning like fire. And the humiliation of being attacked and hunted like an animal, and the fear of what might have happened.

He tried to breathe again, but at the first breath of oxygen, he was forced to sink into himself.

He breathed through his nose, forcefully, forcing himself not to die choking. He was dirty with mud, sweat, and now that crap he had thrown up, what would his mother think? He passed the back of his hand to his lips, noticing He Tian behind him, still where he had left him.

«Come to my house, so you can clean yourself up» he snapped out of nowhere

«Fuck you!!» answered GuanShan, without many compliments.

He Tian approached quickly, keeping a distance that wouldn’t put GuanShan uneasy. They looked into each other's eyes, intensely, and GuanShan’s legs seemed to turn into melted butter as well as the rest of his body.

«Come» he ordered, baritone «l won’t do anything, I promise»

And, turning around, he walked away. The boy didn’t move, shifting his gaze from the deserted road to He Tian, who was moving away. A noise sprang from an alley and GuanShan cursed himself, as he followed He Tian’s footsteps.

They walked at least five meters from each other, yet GuanShan still felt that strange pinch in his nose, compared to that of the bastard it was almost pleasant and light, like a warm breeze. He closed his eyes for a second and breathed in, founding himself quieter, relaxed. They reached the skyscraper and entered the elevator. GuanShan hesitated a long time before closing in such a cramped spot with He Tian. But He Tian was imperturbable, standing in front of him, giving him his shoulders and impassive as ever.

“Perhaps, I’m wrong?” GuanShan thought, looking at him while he was calling the floor number, should he ask him?

«Why?» he whispered, staring at his neck «How, how do you manage to …»

«Hold me?» He Tian said, preceded him, without turning. «Let’s say … I have a will of iron when I want to» he turned his eyes a little, staring at him with the corner of his eye «Although I must admit that you are putting me in serious difficulties»

«Tch … go fuck yourself» spat GuanShan crossing his arms.

«If it’s any consolation» He Tian continued with a grin «You also have a particular control, it’s weird»

«What would you know?!»

He Tian smiled, but GuanShan preferred to ignore him. The elevator stopped its run. The corridors were empty and the lights dim; GuanShan walked through the threshold and noticed that He Tian’s apartment looked increasingly empty and sterile. He Tian dug in a box pulling off a trouser and a shirt, then moved to the kitchen filling a glass of water and then giving it to GuanShan.

«You know where the bath is» he sighed, returning to the kitchen to empty the shopping bag.

«What’s the water for?»

He Tian chuckled, avoiding turning to «For what you bought at a pharmacy and for which you came out as an idiot at three in the morning»

GuanShan blushed «You bastard! This is none of your business! Stalker!» he ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

In the bathroom (as big as his bedroom) He Tian’s smell was particularly strong, so much it made him feel dizzy.

“I need to hurry”

He stripped off as quickly as possible and threw himself under the hot water of the shower. The awareness of using He Tian’s shower caused him an annoying feeling at his stomach as if he was sharing something intimate and private. He tried to move as little as possible, avoiding to move his feet so he wouldn’t touch too many tiles. He didn’t want to leave too many traces.

He washed quickly and grabbed a towel, studying his face in the mirror: he had bruises on the left cheekbone and his right eye was a bit bloated, his lower lip had a cut and when he touched his head he felt a bump, aching and swollen.

“All in all I’m not that bad,” he thought, wiping his hair firmly. “If He Tian didn’t come,” a shiver spread through his spine. “Maybe… maybe I should thank him” just the idea gave him goosebumps so he grasped his trousers in search of the suppressants.

“Uh?” He said, feeling the right pocket empty “What the …” the left pocket was also empty.

He tugged on his pants, shaking them with force.

«They’re gone,» he said. At that point, the desire to desperately cry terrible curses was strong, damn strongly. Too bad it wouldn’t have returned the pills, nor the money he had spent.

«Fuck!» he hissed, throwing his pants against the mirror «Fuck, fuck, fuck». Why did he leave his house? What the fuck had jumped in his head? Damn Gao Peng, he would’ve killed him.

He sighed, placing his hands on the sink. There was a much bigger problem at the moment: He Tian. He seemed to know how to control himself but … how far could he trust him? He had to go home, but would he let him go out without the use of suppressants? No wait, He Tian couldn’t know he had lost them, he could tell him that he had taken them and ran home. It was a few blocks away; He didn’t want to risk… but at that moment he was in the wolf’s den, literally.

“All right,” he said, determined.

He dressed in He Tian’s clean shirt and trousers. He wiggles his nose when he finds out how oversized they were and how much they were full of the boy’s smell. He pulled the shirt to his nose and sniffed it gently, it was such a natural gesture to realize what he was doing just after a few seconds.

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

He drank the water and left the bathroom. He Tian was near the window and he was talking on the phone. GuanShan stopped, curious.

«Yes,» he heard him say. «It looks like him, no doubt. In the identity card, I got there is also the same name» GuanShan saw him throw an identity card on the ground, and from the photo, he recognized the asshole of a few hours earlier «I want you to crush his bank accounts, lose his job. So that everyone knows which son of a bitch he is. I want to see him crawl, get it? And if he tries to get nearby …» the voice from the other end of the cellphone seemed to interrupt him. «You get it,» he said to him. «So then… I’ll leave the rest to you» And then he closed the call.

“Huh,” GuanShan thought, remaining a few seconds behind the bathroom door, before opening it and then getting out. The two exchanged a glance and for some reason fell into an embarrassing silence, the atmosphere was strange, and GuanShan realized that as soon as He Tian immediately darted his eyes as if he had been stung by a needle.

«You were quick,» he said, throwing his cell phone on the bed and heading to the counter on which he had placed snacks and sweet sandwiches. «Hungry?».

«No I-» stammered, the redhead «I’m going home»

He Tian looked up, crunching a cracker «How much time does it takes?»

GuanShan tilted his head «What?»

«How much before the medicine work?»

«Oh, Uhm …» “Damn it!” He didn’t have the slightest idea! It ranged from product to product … he said the first thing that came to his mind. «T-ten minutes … more or less»

«Wait here, then go wherever you want»

«Don’t decide for me, asshole!»

«Don’t go if I don’t say so! Sit and wait for these ten miserable minutes! Or do you want me to tie you to bed?»

This last threat scared GuanShan, who sat down on the opposite side of the house, leaning his back on the cold glass wall.

“Why the bed?” He thought, tapping his forehead on his knees. And now? He could wait all night, but nothing would have happened, what should he do?

Suddenly he felt tired and had to fight hard not to close his eyes and hang himself there, on the floor. That damn smell had a strange effect on him.

«Hey,» said He Tian.

GuanShan sighed, holding his head low. «What do you want?»

«I know you’re pretty stupid but …»

“ This asshole…”

«Why didn’t you send someone else to buy them for you?»

GuanShan looked up, looking at him in rage. «You who are so smart don’t ask this stupid! You lazy bastard».

He Tian chuckled, shaking his head and lighting a cigarette. He took it to his lips, taking a big breath.

«Alright then» he walked thoughtfully, filling the room of the acrid smell of tobacco. Breathing it, GuanShan noticed something strange: that was the smell that He Tian usually had: tobacco and cologne water. What he felt during his heat was another thing: it was a smell not derived from the external elements … it came from He Tian himself, from his skin, from his breath. He couldn’t explain with words but it was something more … deep.

He shook his head, looking at the watch hanging over He Tian’s head: seven more minutes.

«So,» said the young man «Here’s my conclusion, which is, by the way, quite obvious» he rested his hip to the opposite wall, looking at a random spot over GuanShan’s head. «Pills are very expensive so you didn’t want to tell your parents about your conditions, so they wouldn’t have spent more money to buy it. For some reason today you needed them more than usual so you came out without telling anyone and … well, you did a very stupid thing».

GuanShan wrinkled his lips, annoyed by the fact that He Tian had guessed everything but most of all because hearing about his plan in that way it made it sound really stupid.

«Well look at that…apparently I’m right» grinned, He Tian

«Shut up! This is none of your business!» shouted GuanShan

“Four minutes, four minutes”

«What do you think you know? I-I had things to do»

«I know I would think twice before risking so much. Do you know how it is said? Living sick to die healthy. Maybe I’m not the one too attached to money, after all»

“This is too much”. The ten minutes had passed.

GuanShan stood up, too tired to argue.

«I’m leaving» but before he could only take one step, He Tian blocked his way. GuanShan looked at him badly, he knew he would not approach him.

«Nothing changed»

«What the fuck do you mean?»

«The suppressants» hear him say that word for the first time filled him with anger and embarrassment. «I can hold back, but … I can still “feel”, nothing has changed since you left the bathroom. No effect»

«T-that's not…» “Fuck! This is bad!”

He Tian stared at him, slowly stretching a hand, «Let me see, the pills»

GuanShan quickly moved his eyes from He Tian’s hand to his eyes «Why should I?»

«No reason. I want to see them»

Instinctively the guy stepped back, and He Tian seemed to realize everything «You lost them, didn’t you?»

GuanShan tightened his lips, lowering his gaze.

«And what if I did?»

«What if- ?!» He Tian took a few steps, then stopped, closing his eyes and clenching his fists.

He reopened them after a few seconds.

«You’re stupid. After what happened … in spite of everything …» he chuckled, shaking his head.«No.. You thought I wouldn’t notice it?»

GuanShan took a second step back «This is none of your fucking business»

The smile disappeared from He Tian’s lips, which, like a lightning strike, approached GuanShan, pushing him against the glass wall. He didn’t touch him. The distance between their bodies was just over a centimeter. GuanShan had He Tain’s chest right in front of his nose and despite all, he could feel the beats of his heart. They were fast and strong. Like the roar of thunder. He Tian’s face was just above his head on the left side. He breathed heavily … as if he were tasting the air. And his body emitted heat, burning like fire. The smell became so strong that it penetrated him to his brain. It wasn’t going well … at all. He Tian swallowed soundly, his hand slipping slowly over the window behind him.

«Do you know what you are?» whispered at that moment He Tian, his voice was profound, dry as if he was dying of thirst «Right now you are like a child with a knife in his hand. You feel safe about you, shaking it right and left, unaware of how dangerous it is for you … and for those close to you»

GuanShan’s breathing became irregular. His stomach, like all his blood, seemed to catch fire. He blushed on every inch of his skin, stiffening like a statue.

“Damn it…” he glanced down, taking the back of his right hand to his lips. Then on his forehead “Stay calm, stay calm”

«Even now» continued He Tian, lowering his face and nearing GuanShan’s cheek. «Do you realize how dangerous you are?»

“Getaway! Don’t touch me! ” wanted to shout GuanShan with all his strength but in opening his lips, no sound came out, or at least it seemed to him. He was confused, he had to move away from He Tian, now!

He raised his hands on the boy’s collarbone and pushed him with all his strength: he managed to move him by one step.

He Tian grabbed him for his elbows, lowering his head until he touched his head with his forehead. GuanShan tried to get away, but his movements were slow … soft. He tried to move He Tian’s head with his own, pushing him away. By contrast, He Tian continued to press his forehead on him, with just as much force as he made him almost hurt. That strange strength test continued for a while, with the hair of the two boys gently rubbing one with each other, the movements were slow, delicate … similar to caresses. Like the cats that dangle their heads against their companions as a sign of affection.

With a swift movement, GuanShan pushed up but inadvertently, He Tian’s face slipped into his hair, bringing them face to face.

He Tian’s eyes were half-open, and a strange heat was coming out of them. For a moment they lingered over those of GuanShan, then lowered slowly to his lips. Their faces were so close that GuanShan could see the boy’s dark hair move at the breath of his nose. He tried to release his arms from He Tian’s grip, but he didn’t get away, he held him too strong. The heat was unbearable as if it had a fever: it burned everywhere.

He Tian’s lips were half-open and … so close. He closed his eyes and his body floated lightly in the darkness where he closed, feeling a strange feeling, like a pleasant tingling throughout his body.

Then something soft rested on his lips. He opened his eyes, finding him there, leaning over him, with his lips gently resting on his. They too, burned. He moved away, turning his face and bringing his forearm to his lips.

«N-no …» he whispered

In contrast, He Tian grabbed his arm first, moving it away, then grabbing his chin, turning GuanShan towards him. He kissed him again, with more emphasis.

He Tian’s smell seemed to be strengthened as never before, so much that GuanShan believed he could taste it.

“This is bad …” he thought, “I can’t… I’m losing myself”

With the last shred of reason he had in his body, he tightened his lips, trying again to push him away.

He Tian answered that gesture biting his lower lip, licking it on the cut. He Tian’s hands caressed him with light movements moving over his clothes. First on the back, throughout its length, then on the chest following the rib line.

The kisses moved to the cheek, then to the ear.

«Asshole,» said GuanShan in a low voice «Pervert … no, stop»

He felt mortified, humiliated, he wanted to push him away, trample him like the scum that he was. But the energies had abandoned him. Once again his instinct was about to prevail, and unlike a few hours ago, this time his mind wanted to surrender too. Why? Why did the situation look so different from before?

With a sudden strike, He Tian’s hand clenched on GuanShan’s head, pulling his hair, forcing him to raise his head.

“Hot” GuanShan thought “I’m so hot …” he opened his mouth, looking for oxygen.

«This expression» whispered He Tian, more and closer «Are you provoking me?»

He Tian’s tongue slipped through the damp lips of GuanShan. He explored every corner, and GuanShan was lost in a thousand and more sensations that he had never experienced until then. An electric shock passed through his back to his brain, sending him in full short circuit. Their tongues intertwined in a frantic dance without the time of one breath.

He Tian’s lips were soft and good, sweet.

They continued for a long time until they were forced to breathe again. He Tian licked his lips, drying a string of saliva from GuanShan’s lips with his thumb.

The boy lowered his head, his legs became soft and he could not stand to his feet, shaking his head, looking down from it «What … what did you do to me?»

He Tian approached, widening GuanShan’s legs, placing a knee on his groin. He bit his left lobe, licking it slowly.

«I’m the one who’s supposed to ask that» he whispered. Even his voice was hot «Look what you did to me».

He took GuanShan’s right hand, slowly guiding it over the swelling of his pants.

GuanShan blushed, moving his hand so fast that it seemed to be burning.

«You’re a fucking pervert» he whispered, looking away

He Tian chuckled, licking him behind his ear «And what about this?» He Tian’s knee pushed higher, and GuanShan jumped up. It wasn’t painful. Horrified, he looked down on himself, noting that he was pretty excited himself.

«So?» continued He Tian, rubbing his leg more vehemently «Mhn?»

«S-stop!» GuanShan stretched out his arms, trying to move the boy’s leg. In contrast, He Tian threw himself on him with all his strength, pulling up one of his legs and making their hips join. He began to move without any modesty so that his thrusts would have enough friction to give pleasure to both of them. GuanShan once again forgot the world around him, his heat amplifying everything: the feel, the hearing, the smell. Every push of He Tian on his body brought him such pleasure that he had to bite his lips forcefully to hold back the sighs of pleasure that pushed to go out.

He Tian noticed it, lifted his face, forcing him into a kiss so he could open his mouth.

«I want to hear you» he whispered to his lips, before kissing him again «I want to hear your voice»

«N-no… mhn» He Tian’s tongue did not give up, preventing him to shut his mouth or catch his breath. The pushes were more and more concise and fast.

GuanShan shook his head, prey to his emotions. He raised his head, narrowing his eyes.

«Ah!» sighed, following the rhythm of a particularly strong push «Mnm … ngh …»

He Tian grinned, satisfied, grasping his ass and clinging tight to him, striding with more and more force. «Look at you … you have a perverse expression, you know?»

GuanShan closed his eyes and tightened his teeth with all his strength. He couldn’t allow He Tian to do as he wanted … not that way.

He leaped forward, clinging to He Tian’s back and biting him on his neck. He didn’t care and probably used more force than he wished to use. He felt He Tian whirring, pushing him against the glass wall. The black-haired boy placed his hand to his neck and looks almost surprised not to find it stained with blood. He glanced up at GuanShan, who was staring at him.

«You thought,» he said, «that I would stay silent while you were enjoying yourself?» he pointed his finger against him «In your dreams, you fucking bastard»

He Tian licked his lips, grinning «Are you sure that making me angry is a good idea?»

«WHO DO YOU THINK I AM?!» With an impetus and incredible speed, GuanShan loaded a fist, but He Tian stopped it very easily. Grasping his arm, he bent it firmly behind GuanShan’s back and pushed him without regard against the cold window.

GuanShan tightened his teeth, furious with himself. He watched the condensation of his breath, and the city beneath them shone intensely.

He was leaning on him, his big, warm chest over his back. His hips close on his. Something hard pressed on his bottom and already knew what it was. With the corner of his eye he saw him grin and approach dangerously to his lips; but GuanShan, frowning, turned away, leaning his forehead against the window.

He Tian chuckled, resting his lips on his nape and talking through his hair.

«So stubborn… maybe» his breath lowered, more and more «I should soften you a bit». He licked on his neck, right between his shoulder blades.

At that point, GuanShan opened his eyes, terrified. He tried to get away with all his strength, but He Tian didn’t feel any reason, and indeed he held him even stronger.

«H-hey» stammered the red «Are you kidding me? Let go!»

He Tian kept on kissing his neck, centimeter by centimeter. He knew what he was doing and it wasn’t good. If he had bitten him in that place, he would have formed a bond. GuanShan would be marked for life as He Tain’s companion, it would be his Omega. He didn’t … he couldn’t! Not that way, not so suddenly, he was too young and a bond would have forced him in the same way as a chain. He had too many things that he had to do.

“He can’t be serious”

«Enough!» with all his strength GuanShan bent his free arm, trying to pull away He Tian’s face. The black-haired grabbed his hand, licking the index first, then the middle. He turned him, staring at him

GuanShan swallowed at the sight of that look: he was completely lost in the excitement And his smell… GuanShan could be inebriated. He Tain kissed him again, with much, much more force. He grabbed his tongue biting it and licking it. He never had enough.

Once more, he stretched his face over his shoulder, turning him and heading toward his neck.

GuanShan grabbed his shirt, pale. He wasn’t reasonable, not anymore.

Desperate he grabbed him by the hair, at the cost of hurting him he pulled with all his strength; He Tian moaned, brushing himself over him. He was close to his neck, too close.

«Don’t do it ok? Listen to me!!» now he was practically kicking him. Annoyed He Tian threw him on the ground, leaning over him.

«Stop struggling» he whispered to his ear

«N-no!» GuanShan stretched out his hands, leveraging his forearms. He Tian’s hand moved on his back, pressing on the bump and making it hurt; He pushed him to the ground, immobilizing him. One of He Tian’s hands moved to his groin, slowly massaging GuanShan’s erection over his pants.

His thin lips touched him first on his shoulder, then the scapula and again on his neck.

GuanShan opened his eyes, trembling.

He heard He Tian’s tongue, his breathing, and excitement … and his teeth, which slowly began to press.

“Don’t do it” he thought “Please”

GuanShan’s head was in complete chaos and everything went out in a single terrified shout.

«HE TIAN!!!!!!!!!» cried GuanShan, with all his strength, burning his vocal cords.

Something broke in that instant. Suddenly the apartment was cold and silent. More empty than it had ever been.

With tight fists at the sides of his face, GuanShan didn’t even lookup. He clutched his teeth with force, cursing himself and cursing all the rest. He heard He Tian get up and get away; Without is weight and warmth he felt a painful cold feeling.

He listened to him walking a few steps, remaining anchored to the ground in his misery.

He heard a tinkling of keys and the opening of the apartment’s door.

«Sleep here,» said He Tian’s voice. It had a weird sound, which he couldn’t define «Later you can go home».

The door closed with a hit sound and immediately closed with three key turns.

GuanShan rubbed his forehead on the parquet, taking two deep breaths. He shook his head, punching it with fury until his knuckles bleed.

He sat down and looked down on him, disgusted in seeing how excited he was. He gets up, walking slowly toward the door, knowing that it was closed, but he lowered the handle anyway, pushing with force. Giving it a couple of kicks, hurting himself.

He passed his hand over his forehead, then his eyes and finally his neck, finding it still wet of He Tian’s kisses.

In the bathroom he washed his hands and face, forcing himself to not look in the mirror.

Returning to the room, he looked at the bed, but disgusted, he felt the smell of He Tian even at that distance. He crouched to the opposite side of the room, clenching his legs to his chest.

His mind was strangely empty, his stomach feeling heavy and turned like a sock. Something bothered him, something had gone in a way that didn’t give him peace. He had shouted his name so strong that he must have sounded terrified.

“Were you not?” whispered a voice in his head.

“I don’t know”

“Just like with that guy in the alley”

«NO!» He shouted suddenly, and he realized: it was regret. He felt guilty because He Tian, having heard him shouting like that, must have felt at the same level as that Alpha who had attacked him like an animal.

He bit his lower lip. “I’ll never feel guilty for that asshole.”

He lowered his eyes and closed them. A deep tiredness wound him and the clock ticking scanned a time he could no longer follow.

“I wonder,” he thought, while his sleep slowly wrapped him up. “What expression did he had … before leaving?”

A few hours later, GuanShan woke up thanks to the sun-lit daylight, which warmed the entire apartment. The night view was breathtaking, but even during the day, it was amazing. He was lying on his side and his back hurts so much. He had a headache, and the bump on his head seemed to be more swollen. He shook his head and noticed, a few feet away from him, a blue box.

He stood up, looking around: no trace of He Tian.

He grabbed the sealed box by turning it into his hands; They were suppressants. The ones he lost. He closed his eyes, sighing.

He Tian had written something on the box: “5 minutes”

Somehow GuanShan found himself laughing.

“Not ten huh,” he thought, opening the box and swallowing one of the pills.

So little, that was it. His body would stop being like a stranger and his enemy, people wouldn’t attack him on the street, and he would stop feeling like a fucking little girl.

He passed his hands through his hair, shaking his head.

“Ah,” he noticed, after a moment, pulling He Tian’s shirt “This smell … this too, will it fade away?”

He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and breathing in slowly. Yes, five minutes, only five. For that little time, it would be granted, he would taste it a little more, slowly.

He closed his eyes, pulling the shirt even further.

“Not ten… huh”

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