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ltleflrt · 4 years

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So I was having a conversation on Discord about omegaverse tonight, and my brain won’t shut up about it, because as usual I come up with my arguments after the discussion is over. I should have been asleep 3 hours ago, but it’s hot and I can’t unwind, so I’m going to stay up EVEN LATER while the a/c brings things down a few degrees, and I try to get these thoughts out of my head.

I was pro-omegaverse, and trying to explain why *I personally* like the genre, and why I think even with it’s problematic origins and frequently used elements, it’s still a cool genre. I was essentially having 2 discussions, but they were both using my answers to their questions, even though I was usually addressing them 1 at a time. That happens when you’re in a Discord chat, and I wasn’t @ing my answers to them, since we were all in the room together. And I think that cunfuddled the discussion and my thoughts. So here’s a breakdown.

Issue 1. Biological Essentialism is gross and rapey.

Answer: Yes, it is. But so what? Some people like pure rape-fantasy. Is it healthy? That can be argued either way, and it definitely depends on the person writing, or the person reading. People like gross and rapey stories to get their rocks off. Whether we like non-con or not, rape fics should be allowed to exist because some people like it. It doesn’t matter if I think their reasons are valid. As long as they’re not actively trying to harm someone, let people get down and dirty with their rapey fantasies.

Also, the whole biological imperative to mate isn’t that far off from Soulmate AUs. Truemates = Soulmates. Whether we like Soulmate AUs or not, are we also arguing that they shouldn’t exist because they’re problematic? No, we’re not. Soulmate AUs are romantic for a lot of people. Let people have their uncomplicated, fluffy, 1 Destined Love stories.

Something to keep in mind though, is that not all omegaverse fics use the true mate trope. And quite a lot of fics have characters with a lot more self control during their mating cycles than what you’d find in the short smutty one shots. It’s common for them to avoid each other during heats, and only share their mating cycle as an act of love, trust, and devotion. After they’ve been dating for a while. (I love it when the alpha brings over snacks and water for the omega, and immediately hightails it out of there once they get a whiff of their sexy love interest. “Take care of yourself, text me when you feel better, loveyoubye! *nyoooom*”)

Issue 2. It’s transphobic.

Answer: This one is harder to argue, because yeah. It can be. But so can non-omegaverse. Transphobia is, unfortunately, everywhere. Exploring human gender through non-human gendered beings isn’t a bad thing though. Cis people should be allowed to explore those things too. This is step 1 to fighting the Patriarchy. Questioning it. Someone may come out of the experience still cis, but they’re going to be more open minded to trans people. Not to mention, all the trans and enby folks who probably figured themselves out through the gender exploration to be found in omegaverse.

Now, if someone’s into omegaverse and they tell you they won’t read a story about a trans character? Red flag.

Personally, I like the gender exploration in omegaverse. Not just in the hormonal stuff, although I do kinda love the idea of seeing cis male characters suffer cramps once a month lol... but I like the stuff about social inequality that women have to go through mapped onto a male character.

I brought this up in the chat, and my use of the term “women’s issues” raised a terfy flag I think, which upset me and made it harder to make my point. Cuz if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s terfy. But I do see women’s issues as also trans issues. Trans Men are treated differently after they start to present as male. There’s a marked difference between their treatment as a woman pre-transition, and as a man afterwards. And they still have to be really careful about accidental pregnancy. I cannot fathom how awful the dysphoria would be for them if they get pregnant. Trans Women are treated horribly pre-transition if they give any hint of feminine interests. There’s a reason “girly” is an insult, and it’s because Toxic Masculinity Is The Worst. And then when they transition? Hooooboy, gods bless those ladies because Trans Women are treated worse than Cis Women on the social pyramid. And Enbies? Oh you sweet things, how the hell do you deal with the rest of us bastards?

When I say that I am interested in seeing the characters I like deal with women’s issues, I am talking about social inequality, not just periods and cramps (although that a little bit too, because I wish a cis man could just fucking UNDERSTAND why I need a goddamn nap okay? lol), but also sexual health rights, including birth control, including the right to choose whether or not to take hormones, the right to equal pay, the right to equal education. Feminism, for me, includes trans and enby folks at the table.

But anyway, the characters I like right now just happen to be men. I see Dean as a man. That could mean he’s a trans man too, because trans men are men, yo. Castiel I see either as a man or non-binary. So if I want to put them through “women’s issues”, I have to plunk them in a special universe for that. No one is writing Matriarchy AUs, so Omegaverse it is!

(Side note: If my OTP were f/f, I’d still like omegaverse. And I could see lots of interesting ways to use all those same tropes for 2 female presenting characters. So it has nothing to do with genitalia. Unless it’s smut. But I swing all the ways, so still not an issue for me lol)

(Side note part deux: I like to read trans stories too. They have unique things about them that cannot be found in stories about cis characters, even in omegaverse. And when I see Dean and Cas as men or enby, I’m not putting down people who like them gender flipped. I just see myself enjoying Trans Woman Claire dating Enby Kaia, more than I’d like to see Dean or Cas written as cis/trans-women.)

Issue 3. Internalized misogyny!

Answer: This is an argument used against women shipping m/m in general, and has nothing to do with omegaverse. It just so happens that omegaverse was created for m/m pairings. But there are TONS of reasons we ship more m/m than any other pairings, ranging from those are the most interesting characters presented to us, to--yes--internalized misogyny. But I’m tired of that one. Internalized misogyny is rampant, and telling women that their fantasies are problematic isn’t going to cure them. There’s better ways to go about it.

Omegaverse now covers m/f and f/f pairings as well, sooooo... yeah, this one just doesn’t hold water like it used to. We just need to yoink the media out of the hands of the cis-men who are mostly in charge, and make them give us more compelling women to ship.

Issue 4: That’s not how human bodies work.

Answer: They’re not human lol! Okay but real talk here. This issue actually sounds transphobic to me, because it strikes very close to the XX vs XY chromosomes argument. Omegaverse characters have intersex variations. Alpha females and Omega males can have both a penis and a vagina in some fics. It depends on how the author wants to write it, of course. I usually go with the (horrifying) cloaca for omega males, and the (hyena inspired) psueudo-penis for alpha females instead, but to each writer their own lol

But again... not human. Let wet buttholes be a thing, lube is expensive and sometimes the bottle gets tangled in the sheets, and you have to stop what you’re doing to find it and... anyway, convenience in fantasy sex is nice lol

In Conclusion:

Personally, I only like non-traditional omegaverse. The stuff that subverts the “problematic” tropes. I was asked what I liked about the genre, and when I explained, it devolved into discussion of the topics above. But I think what was forgotten in that discussion, was that I kept saying I don’t like the “problematic” things. I like flipping the tropes. Which I like in general, when I’m looking for things to read. I mean, how many Castiel Thinks He’s Straight fics are there? Not many! So I wrote one! Because flipping tropes is my jam!

I don’t like Soulmate AUs, but with the proper twist I can still enjoy it. I don’t like Highschool AUs, but I’ve read some that touched me so deeply I still think of them years later. There’s always someone subverting the tropes I don’t like and turning them into something I do like.

And yet even though I kept saying I liked the subversion of the genre, the discussion kept coming back around to the parts of omegaverse that I *don’t* like. I will still defend anyone’s right to like the parts of it that aren’t for me though, so I argued away XD

And? Sometimes I like the dark problematic stuff when I’m in the mood to get my rocks off. Don’t judge, you’re all a little weird in some way or another ;D

Anywho, now that I got this stuff off my chest, hopefully I can sleep. It has also cooled down by like 4 degrees, and I no longer feel like I’m going to melt in my sleep. Tomorrow is going to suck, because I have to get up in 5 hours. Yay!

#ltleramblings #i enjoy thinking about these things #i was enjoying the discord discussion #i just couldn't keep up with 2 people at once #especially 2 people who are much better at thinking on the fly than i am lol

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synnefo-nefeli · 6 years

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Strange Days Prequel...ish?

This started out as a response to people’s requests to see more Pre-Strange Days Simon and Miles interaction due to this drabble I did for the 2016 Holiday Drabbles last year. Where Omega Chief Prosecutor Miles went to visit Simon at Thanksgiving and then was feeling needy and stuff...

And then it turned into a Pre-AA5 Omegaverse AU/ Strange Days prequel so here you go. Not Beta’d just something I banged out because I miss writing this story and life is killing me when it comes to finishing my WIPs.

Strange Days is here if your want to read it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3588921/chapters/7914879

Strange Days Holiday Prequel story here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10074146/chapters/22448375

Strange Days Prequel

Pairings: Narumitsu, others if you squint.

Summary: It’s April 2026 and the Chief Prosecutor has a lot to do...

Rating: M, for subject matter and some implied sexy-times

The visiting center for Protective Population was as bleak as he had imagined. Where General Population had an air of sterility and little warmth for the visitors who came to see their friends and loved ones. Protective Population on the other hand, managed to be colder and more impersonal than Miles thought possible.

Perhaps, those few who were segregated from the majority of the prison population- for prisoner safety or for political reasons- whatever the reason- didn’t really receive guests. Either forgotten by society until their death sentence or parole was carried out, or simply abandoned by family. Due to the existing danger to transport to the communal visiting areas, the members of the the Protected Population were kept in small cells for the duration of their allotted time with visitors.

There was one other prisoner with a visitor that afternoon. Their mate, Miles supposed, as he looked at the thin slip of a woman who was sitting in front of the imprisoned Alpha’s cell, balancing a baby on her lap. Miles could hear whispers of their conversation, the low croon of the Alpha-

He coughed and looked across at the empty cell, waiting for his appointment. Cleary, him being the newly appointed Chief Prosecutor had not been enough to impress the Warden to have a more private setting arranged...or the appointment on time.

Doubtful had he been an Alpha or a Beta he’d be treated this way….ah well, Miles was unfortunately getting used to such passive aggressiveness the further he advanced his career.

The door on the other side of the glass opened and a large man was ushered in; despite there being a solid thick wall of reinforced glass between them, the man was kept shackled. There was an unnerving current of aggression Miles sensed, the thick ponytailed mane of hair, a streak of white, gaunt sallow skin and dark circles under the young man’s arrogantly sparking eyes made Simon Blackquill look wilder than Miles remembered. There was no hint of quiet and polite young prosecutor whom Miles had briefly met almost seven years ago.

These cursed seven years have taken a toll on everyone, he quietly thought as he looked at what many considered to be the final blow that sent the courts spiralling into the Dark Age of the Law. First his mate, and shortly after Wright’s disbarment, Simon came tumbling after into disgrace.

Across from him Simon was studying him, trying to suss his orientation out, Miles belatedly realized.

“You’re not an Alpha…” Simon Blackquill said bluntly, “I thought....you were. Don’t tell me, von Karma was all bluster about their perfect Alpha prosecutors” There was a smirk across the man’s wild face.

Miles sighed. Typical Alpha behavior; at least Miles at enough experience dealing with Lang, that Simon’s curiosity didn’t bothered him.

Blackquill’s response hadn’t phased him...Miles had grown up around this holier-than-thou attitude in his formative years;had possessed it once himself, even. It wasn’t rude, it was something that came with the territory of being an Alpha from pedigree house as Blackquill. Simon was all male alpha...the size, the weight- though Miles could see from there was a glassy-eyed appearance to Simon, that indicated that a heavy amount of suppressants coursed within the young man.

All Alphas in prison were kept on the highest form of suppressants to curb their natural aggression and it’s spikes during the mating season. Omegas and Alphas were always segregated in prison for this reason, however, there were a many Omega guards at this prison, and so the precautions were made.

“You can tell I am not,” Miles said stiffly, “it’s a long story I am afraid,one that’s too long for this meeting…”

Simon was sizing him up from the other side of the glass, “So they really did hire an Omega as the Chief Prosecutor…” a dark chuckle, “I bet that sent the Elites for a spin-”

Miles blinked cooly, “Does it offend you to be in my presence?”

The Alpha shrugged, “Of course not. I am just impressed, that’s all- perhaps the world is getting better while I rot in here.”

“On your own volition,” Miles said smoothly, watching the shiver of annoyance make it’s way through his company. Simon’s eyes narrowed,

“I cut the bitch up…” came the low growl, “my sister wanted to mate her- I wanted her for myself. My sister had no right-”

If Simon was trying to intimidate him, he was dealing with the wrong Omega, “Don’t speak that way about your mentor. I know for a fact that you were devoted to her, and you would have never stolen your sister, the heir to your house’s, mate… your reputation as a dutiful son precedes you.”

“I killed her...the courts found me guilty-”

“I am growing bored of this,” Miles snapped, “I’m not here to argue with you about your performance. I am here to ask you if you are interested in helping me take down the people who are responsible for the death of Metis Cykes, among the many.”

Simon barely could hide the look of hope that crossed his face before it was shut down and placed under the irreverent look Simon had carried in with him. The Twisted Samurai indeed.

Miles carried on as if he hadn’t noticed, “I am prepared to offer you compensation for you- better accommodations, longer time in the yard and time with your hawk...I’ll even ask the Warden to lower your suppressants-”

“No!” Simon said and then another shudder, “ No. Don’t ask for that...it’s hell enough without them. Had to beg the Warden for more…”

Miles bit his lip, “forgive me for assuming that all Alphas want to feel the seasons when they arrive.”

Simon only shook his head, “I used to…but, all it does is remind me that there is something else going on outside of here...better get used to being dead,” this was said with air of gallows humor, “but better not offer at all...I have no information for you. It was me, I killed her.”

“Stop trying with that excuse. I know you didn’t do it.”

A shrug, and then the Alpha turned away from him. Not to leave, but just to lean against the countertop.

It took all of Miles’ resolve to remain calm, “I wasn’t offering you things to exchange for information. I am offering you a job. I want you to prosecute again.”

Simon’s shoulders piqued as he turned slightly to look a Miles, “A what?”

“You heard me.”

A series of laughter, “Forgive me, Edgeworth-dono...I am afraid it won’t be as simple as having me take the Bar Exam again, as I hear you forced your mate to-”

“Funny. You know of my mate, and yet you didn’t realize I wasn’t an Alpha-“

Simon’s expression was oily, “I can’t believe someone as progressive as you would be so old fashioned- you know that there are Alphas who like to be the “omega” to another Alpha...we already spoke of at least one...and there are omega / omega pairings,” his eyes flashed at Miles, “me, personally, I go both ways…”

“I did not need to know that-“

“I knew about your mate, because I heard Gavin screaming about the audacity of him being brought down by your disgraced mate’s Beta lackey (a second time)...and his turncoat (his words not mine) brother...they got him in a nice and comfy private cell on 13. Mommy and Daddy Gavin even convinced the Warden to let their perfect pedigree son remain free of suppressants,” Simon gave a bark of laughter,

“Idiot. That bastard Warden makes sure there are more Omegas around then…” he slammed the desk as he laughed, “I’d love to see that frigid prissy Alpha come undone. Bet he rips up those perfect nails of his in frustration.”

“Hopefully without the risk to any Omegas,” Miles coughed as Simon continued to laugh at his own joke.

Miles filed away that information. It seemed that not even the prison system could avoid giving favorable treatment to member associated to high-ranked families. He would have to let Klavier know this information. Doubtful he’d been informed...Klavier had disinherited himself from them prior to Kristoph’ second conviction...as noble as Klavier’s actions were, it would make the Alpha vulnerable. Hopefully, Klavier realized this himself and was taking precautions against being taken against his will by his former pack.

“We are getting off track. To answer your question as to why I am here: I am the Chief Prosecutor, and you yourself were a prosecutor of renowned talent. I wouldn’t be doing my best job if I didn’t utilize you to undo this Dark Age of the Law.”

Simon’s snorted sardonically, “By using me to mock the very system? Edgeworth-dono, don’t you think you would be risking your career, and the chances of other Omegas who wish to one day be in your shoes, to let a convicted killer prosecute other criminals?”

“Perhaps,” Miles crossed his arms, “but I am willing to take the risk, if it means putting your Psychology skills to good use. The Court needs Prosecutors with interdisciplinary specializations, aside from Whip Fighting and music.”

“It’s been seven years-”

“The Warden has informed me that you have very much been honing your skills,” Miles stated, “You’ve been reading law books from the prison library. The Court Registrar has informed me that you’ve sent your hawk for information regarding the case that landed you in prison and possibly related curious. That’s curious action for someone who claims guilt, but hasn’t used their research for an appeal...even to just commute your death penalty to a life sentence. If I had to put my best bet on it, I’d say you were conducting an investigation.”

A deep growl came from the other side of the glass, Simon was turning around with a vicious look. He could feel a press of something, there was a noise of something hitting the glass, but Simon hadn’t attacked the glass- his arms were still shackled. There was a frustrated snarl.

Miles couldn’t help the eye-roll, “Really? Using your pheromones to attack; as heavily suppressed as you are? Do you want to injure yourself-”

“Don’t jape,” the Alpha growled, “why are you doing this?”

“I told you already.”

Simon slammed his hands on the counter on his side of the glass, “No. Why are you actually doing this. No one has cared about my sentence aside from my sister, why you? Why now as the hangman begins to weave my noose?”

Miles sat back in his chair, sussing out his thoughts. Did he tell Simon his theory about the crucial evidence that may exonerate Simon might be heading its way back to Earth? That there were whispering of the Syndicate and the legendary Phantom being on the move?”

He looked at the Alpha across from him- tall and built, still primed, despite their death being eight month away. Simon, adamant that he is rotting away, while all the ready for a fight.

No. There was something else here. Another missing piece of the puzzle that Simon was determined to keep the truth from him for now. Maybe when enough trust had built up betwen them, Simon might confide in him the real reason he locked himself away. Best to tell him something else,

“Because I know what it’s like.”

Curiosity was plain on Simon’s face but he allowed Miles to continue without a word,

“I know what it’s like to want to throw your life away, because you have concluded. Through your own twisted logic that you are guilty. I won’t lie to you, I believe you innocent. However, I cannot force you to tell me the truth; you have your reasons for wanting to be here on Death Row. Reasons that you rejected your Clans repeated asks for clemency to spare you from being destroyed-”

Miles had been surprised to find, while reading over State v. Blackquill, that after his sentence had been handed down, that both Blackquill and Cykes had asked for the courts to reconsider the death penalty. Blackquill was understandable, Aura was Simon’s sister after all...and they were the only two in America...should Aura fail to produce an heir, the power would shift back to the Yuugami clan in Japan. Blackquill was an old house in the Americas, the first major house to immigrate and establish itself...no doubt Aura wanted to keep it that way.

Cykes was more surprising considering that Simon had admitted to cutting down one of their own. The request had come from the victim’s daughter...the rumored betrothed to the Alpha across from him. That’s what didn’t make any sense. Simon was, despite his wild ways, traditional. There would be no reason for him to murder his sister’s intended and the teacher he had devoted himself, especially if a match had been made for him…he would have seen it as an honor that his teacher wanted him as a son.

He would have to glean the information out of Athena one way or another when she arrived. She had been just as glib to him about the betrothal. And by glib, pretending that such a betrothal didn’t exist.

The young Omega had approached him and Wright in Europe, had asked them (well specifically him, the Omega) to foster her in America while starting out on her law career. Wright might not yet see how Athena was connected to Blackquill; Miles sensed it was prudent to keep it that way for now. Politically, Miles could not pass up the opportunity to fostering someone from a prestigious Omega house such as Cykes. Especially given, his own House’s sad state,

“I can however, offer you an opportunity to taste the life you’ve abandoned. Maybe it’s my own selfishness to hope you’ll change your mind and tell the truth-”

“I have confessed-”

Miles shrugged, “Yes you confessed. I did too once, and thank goodness I had someone there in my corner to show me what I fool I was-”

“And you want to do this for me?”

Miles allowed himself a slight smirk, “If you’ll allow me...if you’ll allow yourself to free yourself from the prison of your mind-”

Simon shook his head, for the first time, Miles could see a look of anguish upon the young man’s face, “I cannot. To do so, would be shameful to my teacher’s legacy. I must suffer for my actions.”

Miles nodded, “I see. So you’re going to try to prove my theory wrong then.”

The arrogant smirk was back in place upon the man’s face, “Yes.”

“Well, then. At the very least, would you just indulge a silly Omega who probably shouldn’t have been made Chief Prosecutor?”

Simon’s eyebrow quirked, “For what reason?”

“I’d like to give the Elites the vapors. They’re already spitting at my very existence in the higher echelons of society. That, and the that I managed to restore my mate’s badge and litigation rights...why not really send them into convulsions in my asking you to prosecute. The Warden tells me you have a propensity for mischief.”

“What about your mate? Aren’t you afraid to unleash me on him? He’s only a middle-weight...”

Miles shrugged, “My mate has toppled many an Alpha criminal in court regardless of weight or social standing...you won’t be an issue; As I can no longer prosecute as often I used to, he’ll need someone like you to keep him on his toes.” Miles made a low growl, “But-if that hawk of yours leaves so much as a scratch on him or his associates, you will see how vicious I can be.”

Simon’s laughter was low, “Ah yes. You were once known as the ‘Demon Prosecutor’..” Miles bit the inside of his cheek at the sound of his former persona. The name wasn’t spat at him, as most often did. No, Simon’s mention of it was full of mirth and mischievousness within it; As if Blackquill was impressed by Miles’ sordid and regretable past,

“Alright, Edgeworth-dono. I’ll play your little game…only because I am growing bored of this place and I want to at least live a bit before I am asked to dance over the trapdoor.”

The alpha was baiting him, but Miles pushed it aside. He had what he wanted: Simon’s cooperation.

Miles nodded, “I am glad to hear...but don’t forget the rest of our conversation.”

Simon made a dismissive shrug, “If you some how manage the impossible, my life will be yours Edgeworth-dono.”

Miles’ lips quirked, “Mmm...a life-debt. You really are a samurai, Mr. Blackquill.”

“You’re familiar with the lore?” Simon seemed impressed. Miles only offered an enigmatic smile; he figured admitting his love of the Steel Samurai would probably deduct some of the credence he’d gained,

“You’ll need to be supervised at all times of course. You can’t go into the field I am afraid, only court. I am assigning a detective- a Beta- to supervise and assist you, will that be an issue?”

“Aren’t all the detectives Betas?” Simon scoffed.

“His name is Bobby Fullbright...you’ll be meeting him tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Simon looked surprised. Miles checked his watch and noted the time. He had to pick up Trucy from school, and then get to bed early. Wright’s new associate’s plane would be arriving early tomorrow morning. He hoped Trucy wouldn’t be too upset in him not joining her in Nine Tails Vale tomorrow.

“Yes, tomorrow. I’m afraid you have limited time amongst us, Mr. Blackquill. I don’t intend to waste having you back in the courts for a second.”

The Alpha smiled, “Of course. Edgeworth-dono. I hope you will not be disappointed in me”

Miles nodded and motioned to the guards that he was done, “I’ll have your surcoat sent for. It will be nice to see the Blackquill crest grace the courts again.”

***

“Have you even told Apollo about his new co-worker?” Miles said as he signed off on the file. Wright was lounging in one of the barrel-chairs that Miles decorated his nest with. The nest wasn’t traditional as most Omegas tended to keep. It was more like an office, but it made him feel safe. That was the point of a nest, wasn’t it?

He could hear Phoenix stretch, most likely wrinkling the new bespoke suit that Miles had presented him with the day that the news of Wright passing the Bar was announced. Wright had been wearing the suit around the house and when they relaxed together like this. It was good that Wright was getting comfortable in his new clothes but, Miles internally groused, this suit wasn’t meant to be like the others…

The other being the collection of other suits, including Wright’s original cheap blue suit, that were in various states of tattered messes due to Miles’ heats. If Wright thought he was using Miles’ gift as “scenting fodder”, he would have the suit framed. Such art was too nice to be used in such a manner.

“Nah. Trucy convinced me to surprise him,” Miles could hear the smile in Phoenix’s voice. He turned to look at Wright,

“Is it fair to devil the man who ultimately cleared your name?”

Phoenix sat up (Miles winced at the wrinkles. He’d have have to have Bellnard take it out for a pressing), “It’s not deviling him. Apollo’s been whining about the Agency to return back to a functional law firm. Me showing up in my suit, with a new associate, and a paid subscription of JSTOR is my way of making his dreams come true.”

Miles rolled his eyes, “To think, my prosecutors will lose to such a lackadaisical Alpha and his partners…”

Phoenix didn’t respond, “I’ve been wanting to keep it all a surprise, but also, it’s not like Polly would understand why I converted the small side room into a place if Athena or Trucy decide to want to make used of it as a nest…”

Wright was still holding out for Trucy to present, it seemed, “and what if she’s an Alpha, Wright? Will you take measures to ensure that Athena will be safe? She may be my foster, but as we are married, the responsibility falls on you a Maya as well.”

“I am sure Athena will be able to handle herself. She seems pretty spunky,” he laughed, “To be honest, I assumed she was an Alpha when we met her- I hope Apollo will be able to handle two go-getting ladies in the office.”

Miles felt his lips quirk at the mention of Apollo. If he were to be quite honest, he had a soft-spot for the young Beta that was the only official attorney of Wright’s agency. Apollo had helped bring Wright and Gavin back to the Courts; he was bright spot in this truly dark age. Perhaps it was the Omega in him and something about Apollo, that made Miles want to see Apollo, as Miles saw Trucy...but Apollo was very much an adult and independent. For now he would have to settle for Apollo being loosely adopted into their ragtag pack; regardless whether or not Justice realized it,

“I am sure Mr. Justice, as he is so oft in saying, ‘will be fine’,” he put away his file and went to invade the inviting space of his mate’s lap. Mating season was still a few weeks off, but it didn’t mean Miles didn't have pre-season bouts of fatigue and neediness. There was so much ahead in the coming months…

Phoenix was happy to receive him, wrapping his arms around him and filling Miles’ senses with a comforting scent that was inherently Phoenix’s. He felt Phoenix’s fingers tug at the cravat, pulling it away and unbuttoning Mile’s shirt just enough so that Miles’ mating scar was exposed. The spot was marked - years of scar tissue built up; physical proof of their bond. It was Phoenix’s favorite spot on Miles’ body (among the many the man had for Miles body). His mate kissed him there, sucked on the spot a bit, flooding Miles tired body with endorphins. A hand brushed against Miles backside, indicating that his mate had other intentions for their evening beyond relaxation.

He opened his eyes to look at Phoenix’s unasked question.

Trucy was downstairs doing her homework.

The courier was coming to pick up the files to process Miles authorization to allow Simon to prosecute. Bellnard would have to receive the courier..

Athena was on her connecting flight to Los Angeles, and would arrive early morning and in her words, “raring to get to work!”

Apollo was….Apollo was probably fine somewhere- at home, or maybe out with the Terran Clan’s heir…- he wouldn’t be aware of such things that Miles was feeling now.

An alpha’s intentions...the scent of inducing pheromones that were overriding Miles’ need for order and preparation, and giving into a baser instinct.

“Babe?” Phoenix asked, as he leaned up to kiss Miles, “What do you want to do tonight? You’ve got that look in your eyes-”

“The look?”

“The one you get when you feel you’re holding the world together…,” the kiss was deep. Hard and full of Wright’s love and adoration for him; he pulled back, “you’re not alone anymore, Miles-”

“I never was, Wright. Not since you came back into my life-”

A smile, “You know what I mean....I am back officially- there’s a lot to do to make a lot right, but we’ll do it together.”

Phoenix leaned back in the seat looking up at him, waiting for Miles to make the decision on the evening’s proceedings. Miles felt his hands smoothing over his mate’s chest, traveling up to touch the spot at the juncture of Phoenix’s neck where the mate to Miles’ mating scar lay under the fabric.

“Promise me?” Miles asked, tugging at Wright’s tie; his decision made. The noise of delight, his Alpha made, sent a spike of arousal through Miles’ body. Wright’s hands were pulling him closer to press against Phoenix’s groin. He shut down his mental objections about messing up Wright’s suit...if things got too rough this evening, he could always have another made up in time before Wright went back to court.

He was tugged down for another kiss; Wright’s vow pressed fully upon his lips.

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All Mine

(Part of my Omegaverse AU) Words: 3558 Warnings: Explicit rating, knotting, rough sex, but with fluff! Note: Reminder there will be NO m-preg or noncon in my Omegaverse AU. (Find the rest on AO3!)

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A bead of sweat trickled down Ignis’ brow as he deflected yet another incoming attack from a very determined, very hungry Sahagin. The beast snapped its teeth at the strategist, who quickly jumped aside. Though, he wasn’t sure how much longer the team would be able to withstand these vigorous attacks. They managed to take out a few of the creatures, but they were still greatly outnumbered.

As soon as Ignis had a spare moment, he dared to tear his eyes away from the enemy to locate Noctis. No matter what, the Prince was always his priority, and he made certain to never stray too far from his side in battle. It was just as well that he chose that moment to look for Noctis. A Sahagin held the Prince’s leg in its powerful jaws and yanked him around as if he were a ragdoll.

“Noct!” Ignis urgently called out, drawing the others’ attention to the situation.

Prompto and Gladio converged on the Prince, but Ignis was the first to arrive. He leapt into the air with his daggers, driving the blades into the creature’s back. The Sahagin reeled, releasing Noctis to let out a cry of pain. It now turned it’s attention on Ignis, throwing him off balance with a sweep of its tail. With the strategist knocked over on his back, the creature was easily able to keep him pinned down.

Even with the Sahagin snarling in his face, Ignis could hear the loud, strained shouting from Gladio as the swordsman grabbed the Sahagin by the tail and tore it away from Ignis. He fought desperately to reach his fallen teammate, but the other creatures were too persistent. The strategist tried to pull himself up, but felt too weak to move.

Thankfully, Noctis was quickly by his side to return the favor. The Prince reached out a hand to help his friend back up on his feet.

At that moment, Gladio had just taken out a couple enemies with a large sweep of his greatsword. With fewer enemies attacking them, he was able to spare a glance towards Ignis. Instead of thanking Noctis for his help, however, Gladio angrily approached the two and gave the Prince a rough shove away from Ignis.

“Hey! What gives?!” Noct shouted, glaring at the larger man.

Ignis watched in confusion as Gladio placed himself in front of the strategist and continued to glare down Noctis, almost as if he were guarding him against some sort of enemy.

“Uh, guys?” Prompto called out between gunshots, still trying to fight off the few Sahagin that remained. “They’re not exactly dead yet!”

”Gladio!” Ignis hissed, finally drawing the other man’s attention away from Noctis.

With all four men back on track, the group had no trouble quickly finishing off the rest of the creatures.

“That was close,” Noctis sighed, resting his hands on his knees. He glanced up at Ignis, offering a gentle smile. “Hey, Specs, thanks for the help back there.”

“You need to be more careful,” Ignis sighed as he approached the Prince, looking him over. “How is your leg?”

“I’m fi–” Before Noctis could utter those two simple words, Gladio once again shoved him aside, towering intimidatingly over the very Prince he had sworn to protect.

“What the hell is your problem?!” Noctis stood upright, meeting the older man’s glare.

“Getting a little too close there, don’t you think?” Gladio snarled.

“For real?” Noctis gave a dismissive snort. “Are you actually jealous right now?”

“Gentlemen…” Ignis spoke in a warning tone, but his voice fell on deaf ears.

“Hah, that’s rich. Me, jealous of a puny shrimp like you?” Gladio gave Noctis’ shoulder another shove, but the Prince braced himself, refusing to move.

“You wanna fight?” Noctis threatened, summoning a sword into his hand.

“Noct!” Prompto cut in, but again, neither paid any mind.

“You really think you can take me on?” Gladio chuckled, calling his own sword as well.

“Enough!” Ignis finally shouted, placing himself between the two men. “Noctis, return to the car.”

“But–!”

”To the car.”

While a stern tone wasn’t uncommon for Ignis, there was a hint of anger to his voice that unnerved the younger two members of the group. Noctis still looked as though he wanted to try being stubborn, but Prompto managed to successfully tug him away. There weren’t many omegas who could get away with taking charge over an alpha so easily, let alone the Crown Prince, but Ignis had cared for Noctis since they were both children. He had taken on an almost parental role to the Prince, who knew well to follow the omega’s instructions.

Gladio, however, would clearly be more difficult to manage, which was exactly why Ignis preferred speaking to him alone. Even as Ignis stood in front of his alpha, resting a hand on Gladio’s chest to keep him at bay, the swordsman still kept his eyes locked on Noctis as long as he remained in Gladio’s line of sight.

Ignis purposely sidestepped directly into Gladio’s line of sight, giving him an angry glare. “What has gotten into you?”

“You think I’m the one with a problem?” the alpha snarled. “Didn’t you see the way he had his hands all over you?” He bowed his head near Ignis’ neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell like him.”

The omega’s expression immediately softened, and he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Is that what’s bothering you? By the Six, Gladio, you are jealous.” He raised a hand to gently cup his alpha’s cheek, offering a tender smile. “You know you have nothing to worry about. It’s Noct. He’s like a brother to you and I both.”

Between the gentle touch and tender gaze, Gladio managed to finally come down from whatever aggression had suddenly taken hold. “Yeah, I know,” he sighed, resting his forehead against Ignis’. “Don’t know what came over me. Must’ve been the heat of battle.”

“Whatever it was, do not allow it to happen again,” the omega chastised. “I don’t care to have you questioning my fidelity. And certainly not with Noctis, of all people.”

“You’re right.” Gladio offered an apologetic grin and placed a quick peck on Ignis’ lips. “Won’t happen again.”

Satisfied with the promise, Ignis led Gladio back to the Regalia, where Prompto and Noctis waited, as instructed. Thankfully, the Prince seemed to have calmed down as well. He and Prompto sat curled up in the back seat, leaning against one another as they played King’s Knight on their phones.

As Gladio and Ignis approached, they quickly sat upright. Prompto scrambled into the front passenger seat, happily relinquishing Gladio’s usual place, while Noctis sat alert and on guard. An apology was a bit too much to expect from the larger man, but as he plopped down in the back seat and pulled out his book, it seemed to be enough for the group. Seeing that Gladio didn’t intend to keep fighting, the tension seemed to immediately leave the air.

“So, where to next?” Prompto chirped as Ignis slid behind the wheel.

“To the nearest outpost,” Ignis replied and started the car. “I’d rather not be caught out after dark. Besides, I’m sure you’d like to pick up your earnings from that hunt we’ve just completed.”

“I’m dying for a warm bed,” Noctis added, stretching his arms over his head.

Apparently, he must have accidentally sprawled a little too far into Gladio’s space, because the larger alpha gave him a disgruntled nudge. The Prince didn’t think much of it and pulled his arms back to himself, slumping forward with his elbows on his knees.

As the drive went on, however, Gladio decided to stretch his own limbs. He sat with his legs out, knees spread apart, and rested an elbow up on the back of the seat near Noctis’ head. The Prince pressed as close to the door as he could, but finally spoke up once the position became too uncomfortable. “Can you not?”

“Problem?” Gladio challengingly raised an eyebrow.

“You’re all over my side.”

“I’m bigger, which means I get more space,” Gladio countered.

Desperate to keep the peace, Prompto leaned up, peeking over the back of his seat and offered, “I don’t mind swapping with you, Big Guy.”

“I’m fine right where I am,” Gladio replied, never taking his eyes off Noctis.

“Noct?”

“No, thanks,” the Prince replied. “I’m not letting him chase me out of my spot.”

“Oh for the love of–” Ignis muttered. He spared a glare in the rearview mirror towards the two alphas. “Do not make me pull over.”

Noctis fell silent at Ignis’ instruction, but apparently, Gladio wasn’t done pushing the other alpha’s buttons. After a moment, he nudged his leg, ever so slightly, further into Noctis’ space. The Prince roughly shoved back with his own leg, but Gladio was too strong. Unable to make the larger man budge, Noctis put some weight into his next shove, knocking his elbow into Gladio’s ribcage. Gladio countered, giving a harder shove back.

“Quit it!” Noct hissed as he put his full weight behind his shoulder, ramming into Gladio.

Gladio responded with a growl, and the two entered into a vigorous shoving contest. Though, it didn’t last long. Ignis extended his right arm, protectively resting a hand over Prompto’s chest, who responded with a look of confusion that was immediately answered as Ignis suddenly stomped his foot on the breaks. The two alphas in the rear jerked forward, slamming their faces against the front seats.

“Dammit!” Gladio grunted.

“Ow, what the hell?!” Noctis joined in.

Ignis shifted the Regalia into “park” and unbuckled his seatbelt before exiting the vehicle. “Out,” he ordered the Prince.

“It’s not my fault!” Noctis whined. “He started it!”

“I don’t care who started it. You’re driving,” the omega insisted. “I need to have a chat with Gladiolus.”

Ignis rarely used Gladio’s full name. It was usually only reserved for their intimate moments, or in this case, when he was angry. Without further argument, Noctis changed places with Ignis and continued driving once the omega was situated in his new seat.

Though Ignis said he needed to speak with Gladio, he didn’t actually say a word for several minutes. He simply sat down with his arms folded over his chest, looking straight ahead, as if to monitor Noctis’ driving.

“Iggy…” Gladio finally broke the silence. When the omega didn’t respond, he tried again. “Ignis.”

“What?” he tersely replied.

“Not even fifteen minutes–” Ignis began.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” the alpha interrupted.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” Ignis pointed out. “And why should I believe you? You just told me it wouldn’t happen again.”

“Technically, this wasn’t the same–” But Gladio didn’t finish that sentence, once he saw the piercing look in Ignis’ eyes.

The two fell silent again, though not because Ignis was angry. His silence grew more thoughtful as Noctis continued to drive. Instead of that pointed, forward stare as before, Ignis’ gaze fell lower, eyes blankly pointed at his own feet, finger tapping against his arm. He had read about this sort of alpha behavior before, though this was the first time he had experienced it firsthand. It wasn’t unheard of that an alpha - especially one that was bonded to an omega - might feel bouts of aggression. It wasn’t nearly as common or regular as an omega’s heat, but it would absolutely explain Gladio’s sudden over-protectiveness and imposing dominance over another alpha.

The group managed to reach the outpost before nightfall, though the sky had already begun to grow dim. As Noctis jerked the Regalia to a stop, the group left the vehicle and made their way towards the motel.

“Can we get separate rooms?” the Prince spoke up and nodded towards Gladio. “I’m not sharing with him.”

“Actually, I think that would be wise,” Ignis agreed.

The look of surprise on Noctis and Prompto’s faces showed that they had expected to argue their case a little longer. Ignis was usually more frugal with their gil, cramming all four into a tiny motel room as often as he could.

Considering the circumstances, however, if he was right, Ignis didn’t care to deal with an overly-inflated alpha stomping around the room, trying to shove Noctis aside at every opportunity. Plus, Ignis expected there would be certain other side effects that the younger two certainly wouldn’t care to experience.

Just as expected, as soon as the door to their room shut behind them, Gladio immediately reached out for Ignis, tugging him close. But even though Ignis anticipated this, he couldn’t let Gladio have him so easily.

“What, exactly, are you trying to do?” The omega pressed his hands against Gladio’s chest, nudging him away. “You hardly deserve this after the way you’ve behaved today.”

“Then let me make it up to you,” Gladio offered as he tried to press close again, but Ignis stepped back.

“Typical,” he scoffed. “All you alphas care about is imposing your dominance and knotting an omega.”

“Not just any omega.” Gladio hungrily licked his lips as he eyed Ignis. “I only want you. Omega, beta, alpha… none of that matters. I want you.”

Ignis could already feel the start of that slick feeling between his legs. Gladio always knew the right thing to say, yet Ignis continued teasing. If the alpha was already this worked up, Ignis looked forward to the unbridled, aggressive lovemaking that was to come. Ignis idly mused over the idea that despite Gladio’s insistent displays of virility, the omega knew that he had Gladio wrapped around his finger. He could have it gentle just as easily, if he wanted, but Ignis was oddly drawn to this boorish, manly behavior. At least, when Noctis didn’t have to suffer for it.

“Do you want to claim me, Gladio?” Ignis gave him a smoldering glare as he removed his gloves and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. “Mark me as your territory, use me up and let everyone know I’m only yours?”

Gladio’s eyes were locked on the omega’s chest, watching intently as he slowly revealed more skin. His nostrils flared, surely picking up on Ignis’ arousal by now, but didn’t dare try to approach again, after the other man had repeatedly pushed him away. “I want to cover you in my scent. Fill you up, make you mine.”

“I am yours,” Ignis insisted as he tossed his shirt aside, then kicked off his shoes as he slid onto the mattress. He leaned back on his elbows, keeping his eyes locked on Gladio. “So what are you waiting for?”

Now that Ignis had finally given permission, Gladio eagerly crawled over him and immediately leaned down to pull the omega into a heated kiss. Ignis gladly kissed back, wrapping his arms around the alpha to pull him closer. Gladio rocked his hips down against the other man, letting out a muffled groan into the kiss. Even through the thick leather of Gladio’s pants, Ignis could feel that growing bulge pressing against his own, making him ache for more.

He reached down to grab at Gladio’s waistband, blindly fumbling with the clasp on his pants. Once the alpha finally pulled away to shrug off his jacket and unfasten his own slacks, Ignis quickly removed the rest of his own clothing. Gladio only shoved his pants down mid-thigh, just enough to free his arousal, but he took a moment to appreciate the view beneath him before he continued. Ignis was splayed out on the mattress, legs spread wide and welcoming, slick already dripping onto the bedsheets.

“Damn, Iggy.” Gladio circled his fingers over the omega’s entrance, watching as he lifted his hips for more. “I barely even touched you yet.”

“Then you had better hurry,” the omega urged as he hooked a leg around Gladio’s waist to try and pull him closer.

Needing no further prompting, the alpha leaned over Ignis and pressed into him with one quick, rough thrust. The omega gasped, digging his nails into Gladio’s back.

“Yes, Gladio, please more!” he groaned, arching up against him.

The alpha buried his face in the crook of Ignis’ neck as he began moving at an eager pace. As they moved together, he planted kisses over every bit of the omega that he could reach, pausing every now and again to bite and suck bruises on his skin. Ignis never cared much for that sort of crass display, but considering Gladio’s current condition, he allowed it.

The alpha’s kisses trailed lower, until his lips brushed against Ignis’ nipple. He teased the tight bit of flesh with his tongue, earning a lovely moan from the other man. Ignis ran his fingers through Gladio’s hair, fist tightly clenching at the tangled strands. Encouraged by the omega’s reaction, Gladio continued his attentions, sucking hard before grazing over the skin with his teeth.

After a moment, however, Ignis whined in disappointment as Gladio leaned up, pausing his rhythm. The alpha lifted up one of Ignis’ legs and hoisted it over his shoulder, looking for a deeper angle. As he leaned forward again, bending Ignis so that his knee was practically at his own ear, the alpha thrust into him again with a low, satisfied moan.

“Yes, Gladio, right there!” Ignis gasped in response. He hooked his free leg around the alpha’s waist, digging his heel into Gladio’s lower back to pull him in harder.

They continued moving together at a desperate pace, Gladio roughly bucking his hips with every thrust. They were both so caught up in one another, neither noticed the headboard of the bed knocking against the wall with their movements.

Before long, Ignis could feel Gladio’s knot begin to swell inside him, and he knew neither of them would be able to last much longer. Ignis moved a hand down between them, eagerly stroking himself in time with their thrusts. The alpha finally gave one last jerk of his hips, spilling deep inside Ignis with a low, possessive growl.

Feeling the other man’s climax in addition to the way his knot continued to press against Ignis just the right way, the omega followed shortly after, releasing heavily onto his stomach. Ignis rested both feet back on the mattress as Gladio leaned down for another deep, passionate kiss. They began to wind down, slowly rocking their hips together as they enjoyed the lingering high.

Once they broke apart for air, Ignis looked up at Gladio with a loving smile, feeling so full and content. He placed a hand at the alpha’s cheek, gently brushing a thumb along the scruff, and Gladio automatically nuzzled against the touch.

“Feeling better?” Ignis finally spoke.

“Yeah.” Resting his weight on one arm, Gladio took Ignis hand in his own and planted kisses along the knuckles. “Much better. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It would be a disaster, for certain,” Ignis chuckled softly as he lounged back against the pillow.

Gladio rested comfortably on top of him, unable to pull away just yet, but Ignis didn’t mind the weight. Having his alpha pressed close made him feel secure and at ease. Ignis idly toyed with Gladio’s hair as the alpha idly planted kisses over the bruises that had already begun to appear.

It didn’t take much longer before the two drifted off to sleep, comfortable and happy in each other’s arms.

*~*~*~*~*

The next day, Ignis decided to be generous and allow Noctis to sleep until it was time to check out. Truthfully, he was a bit exhausted, himself, thanks to Gladio, and preferred the bit of extra rest before taking the wheel again.

However, when he and Gladio did finally leave their room, Ignis was pleasantly surprised to see that Noctis and Prompto had already checked out and picked up the reward from their hunt the day before.

“Morning!” Ignis cheerfully greeted as the younger two left the diner and met up at the Regalia.

Noctis and Prompto quickly averted their gazes, unable to make eye contact. The young beta had also turned completely red in the face, all the way down through his neck and shoulders.

“Hey,” the Prince answered flatly, giving an awkward wave.

“Rest well?” Ignis asked, concerned by their unusual behavior.

Noctis rubbed the back of his neck, keeping his eyes at his feet. “Not exactly.”

Prompto remained uncharacteristically silent.

“I trust there will be no more fighting today?” Ignis looked pointedly between the two alphas.

“Nah. I’m good,” Gladio replied as he plopped down in his usual spot in the car.

Noctis quickly shook his head and joined the other alpha in the back seat, but sat rigidly against the door.

“You boys are quiet today,” Ignis noted. “I’d say we’re in for a good day.”

He smirked ever so subtly as he imagined the reason for their silence. He and Gladio weren’t exactly quiet last night, and if there was still any doubt as to what happened, the omega’s neck was covered in hickeys. Ignis successfully managed to subdue Gladio and calm the younger two members of the group. He expected at least a full day of good behavior, and it didn’t even cost him anything. All this, from just one night of pleasure. Ignis drove away from the motel in the highest spirits, and he hadn’t even begun on his first can of Ebony for the day.

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