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milkacchan · 4 years

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Request for anon: Omega angst???

Omega angst 😌

• It was Katsukis fault really

• well- sorta

• you already had the fear of being too overbearing and because of that you held most people at an arms length

• and you fought yourself so hard

• you desperately wanted to be comfortable in front of your friends- your pack- you wanted to proceed with your semi clingy antics and stupid bullshit you did with those you really trusted.

• But you didn't want them to leave- you didn't want to be called clingy, or crazy, or dependent.

• So you kept that arms length- for a really long time.

• your 'omega' rarely showed

• but the inevitable happened and you DID get comfortable.

• and new territory came with that.

• you were more open, you were more affectionate, you didn't particularly mind when your 'omega' showed itself- the Alphas, omegas, and Betas in your group didn't seem to particularly mind either.

• your fear lingered- sure- sometimes someone acted 'wrong' and you got scared you did something, you panic quietly and deal with it yourself or ask for quiet reassurance

• and they learned how to deal with it efficiently soon enough

• But then it happened.

• You just wanted attention

• You weren't having the best day and you just wanted someone to hug

• and Katsuki was there

• So you hugged him from behind and he seemed fine with that

• until he had to move

• but you weren't ready to let go- not yet. You needed to calm down, you didn't want to let go.

• He grumbles something and gently moves you off, "You're such a clingy fucking omega." He picks up his phone from the counter.

"Oh. Sorry," you give him a sheepish smile- one thats definitely fake, but it convinces him.

"If I'd known you were so damn needy.." he mumbles to himself as he walks out if the kitchen.

• He didn't mean it of course, you shoukd've known. He had somewhere to go. And you wouldn't let him go.

• but he made no effort to clarify that afterwards- not that you told him it bothered you, how would he know?

• but you were in your head- already having been struggling with the fact that maybe you /were/ too much- just like you'd been told your whole life

• You should've kept them at an arms length.

• You kinda shut down after that

• and they took notice almost immediately

• and it fucking scared them when you started to pull away.

• You rejected scenting, hugs, compliments and voices concerns

• it was stressing Denki out too- the groups second omega who heavily relied on your affection.

• He relied on the way you held him, how you scented him and how you kissed his cheeks

• He relied on the way you ran your thumbs across his cheekbones and counted his freckles

• he relied on your smell-

• and now he didn't have it. Any of it.

• But what really scared them was two weeks later, when your heat approached and you hadn't asked for any of their things

• they'd known you for years- and you always asked for at LEAST one thing from each member

• and you usually wore someones jacket until it hit

• but you hadn't asked for a single damn thing. And you wore a jacket- your own and you refused to let anyone scent it.

• Kirishima had tried- and you were temptedn so fucking temoted to give in. God thats all you really wanted, your friends things- their scents- their noses rubbing along your neck

• but Katsukis words rang through your head again, 'clingy omega,' and that was something you didn't want to be

• so after slightly leaning into the redhead you snapped at him, shoving him off and stroming out of the room.

• they send mina next- well- she goes on her own accord.

• You tell her nothing.

• Then, Denki decides to step in. He misses you- he misses you so much and he can't figure out why you pulled away. You smell different now- not like you usually do. Theres a bitter undertone that never fails to make him wrinkle his nose

• "I mean- do you want anything..? Some shirts, jackets maybe?"

"I don't need them." You say.

"Oh do you already have some?"

"No, I'm not building a nest for this heat."

His eyes widen. "You're- what? Why not?"

"I don't need it. I don't need the groups clothes or help to take care of my stuff. I'll be okay," you give him a soft smile

• When Denki see's the group that night- he immediately goes for Bakugou, grabbing his shirt and shoving him back. "What did you do?" He growls. "What did you fucking say!"

"Hey hey, Kaminari, calm down. Whats going on?"

"She said she's not building a nest. She said she doesn't need us when it comes to her problems." His gaze never left Katsuki. "We worked hard to make her feel okay with us- what did you fucking say!"

Mina and Sero were quiet, eyes training on the blonde.

"I mean I called her clingy awhile ago- but I thought she knew I wasn't being serious, she never said anything to me afterwards so it must not have been a big deal-"

"Not a big deal? You know how paranoid she is!"

"Has she already left?"

Denki nodded. "Fix it."

He smelled sour now, bitter overtook the room- even Sero was affected by it, and the beta was rarely affected by smell.

• That heat was absolute hell for you

• You had no comfort

• You just writhed in your own discomfort- slick pooling down your thighs

• The toys you had brought some comfort- but that was it.

• You didn't have Kirishimas hoodie or Bakugous Favorite shirt.

• Seros jacket or Minas tank top.

• Denkis favorite pair of PJ bottoms, you were alone.

• You had this Heat Buddy that Denki got you, it was a teddy bear and stored scent packets- ones that would he comforting to omegas but it wasn't nearly the same, you decided as you buried your face into the cloth animals stomach

• Youre omega screamed and clawed and cried of the lack of comfort. No familiar smells, no pieces, no staying in touch- no help.

• Your omega kept you on edge the entire week if your heat, not once letting you rest.

• That heat took everything out of you, all your strength, energy, motivation- you almost felt worse coming out of it than you did going in

• Probably had something to do with the lack of comfort, the lack of smell and submission.

• But when you return, you look exhausted and everyone takes notes of it

• They can smell you through the scent patches and its not pleasant.

• You're snappy, on edge and irritable. Constantly on the verge of tears the whole day and /extremely/ protective of yourself.

• Bakusquad is waiting in your fucking dorm room when you get up there

• You don't even have the energy to snarl at them- you just whine.

• Your pack is in the room- and they smell so nice, but they're worried. So so worried.

• The tears threaten to spill over and you drop your keys

• You don't hear exactly whats said, you just know you're sinking to the floor the next minute, head in your hands.

• You're crying and arms wrap around you, ones you immediately recognize to be Katsuki

• You lean into him, apologizing weakly. You didn't mean to be a shitty Omega, you didn't mean to be clingy, you didn't mean it.

• he moves a hand to your cheek.

"It's okay," he murmurs. "You're okay. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry, as shouldn't have been so harsh. You're not really clingy,"

"I should've told you it bothered me. Don't apologize."

"No, im definitely in the position too."

• Once you've calmed down, you look half asleep. Katsuki softly noses at your neck and youre more than content with it, finally, /finally/ giving into your omega urges.

• Katsuki carries you do the bed, and your pack surrounds you, smiling gently when he touch you.

• Denki lays his head on your shoulder and you gently rake a hand through his hair before returning it to Seros hand.

• Mina nuzzles your neck, your scent patches long gone

• Kirishima is gently rubbing circles into your wrist before he rubs his own wrist against yours.

• Soon you're asleep, mouth slightly parted, head leaning against Denki, back against Katsukis chest

• Theyre thankful it worked out

• You start wearing their hoodies again. You snuggle into their blankets, you fall asleep in their rooms

• And come your next heat, you're ruffling through draws to find/exactly/ what you want for your nest

• And they let you.

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Carrots and Whiskers (JJK x Reader) 💜🔞🐾

🥕 Pairing: Rabbit!Jungkook x Wolf!Reader

🥕 Genre: Hybrid AU, fluff, smut because why not amirite-

🥕 Warnings: stereotyping, mild mentions of past bullying, fluff, oh god they’re so cute, Dom!Jungkook despite being technically food for Sub!Reader, Dirty talk, it’s sweet though he ain’t calling his baby a hoe don’t worry, unprotected sex because in this hybrid universe they’re unable to conceive due to their different species, please keep that in mind thank you, sweet sweet lovemaking, aftercare, buff boi JK, Big dick JK but what’s new I guess, yeah I’m done now

🥕 Summary: He’s the prey and she’s the predator. So why does she feel like the roles are reversed?

This is a oneshot! If you have any ideas for future content in this universe, feel free to send in asks or requests!

A reputation could easily define your entire life it it was bad enough.

Both sides knew this; Jeon Jungkook, being depicted as the cowardly prey hybrid he was, and Y/N, the bad bad wolf with always malicious intentions. However, none of these depictions were actually true.

Jeon Jungkook was an actually pretty rough and brave young man, never really backing down from a challenge, uncaring on who was in front of him. He got into trouble often as a kid, as a teenager, and now as a young adult.

Y/N was soft spoken, a caring yet quiet hybrid who liked to stay hidden, the spotlight being more of a fear than a goal for her. She loved the simple things in life, liked to be by herself or surrounded by people she trusted and loved.

And she also got a major crush on the bunny in her art and music class.

It was quite cliche really, yet it also wasn't- it was as if she was stuck in a bad joke, never to make it to the punchline. She knew for a fact that he probably didn't even knew who she was, and the worst part about it was that she couldn't even blame him. She loved to not be seen, after all.

"Uhm, excuse me?" Said the voice, forcefully hitting her as she looked up, her own eyes meeting the big brown orbs of-

wait.

"I eh, we're supposed to choose partners for this project, and I know for a fact that you can draw so eh, wanna be partners?" He asked, and she simply stared. Was he- talking to her? "I mean, Its okay if you don't want to-" He started, the squirrel hybrid girl behind him already perking up at her chance, making her swallow a bit.

"N-no, I uhm.. I'd like that." She squeezed out, voice quiet, but he thankfully still heard her. He smiled, brightly and so awfully cliche as his bunny-like teeth showed, sitting down next to her as he pulled out his sketches. "So uh, what did you have in mind.?" She quietly asked, and he talked away, as if he'd always known her.

"Well since we weren't given much other than the theme and colors, I made some small sketches. You know, I get Ideas that are pretty neat sometimes but then I forget them easily, so I have to draw or write them down right away, otherwise I'll wanna bite my own ass later on." He rambled on, gently moving the rough sketches towards her, his eyes watching her as she looked at them, carefully studying his lines.

"This- this one would fit, I think.." She mumbled, tapping on one of his more detailed drawings. He grinned again, nodding, seemingly in agreement. He attempted to say something as the bell rang, students around them both scrambling up to get out as soon as possible, either to catch a bus or to drive home on their bikes.

"Hey do you-" He stumbled, his foot catching on a stray chair as he almost fell. "Do you wanna meet up on the weekend? That way we can finish faster, you know, time to sleep in class." He said, and she simply nodded, until he held his hand out. Her head tilted to the side, ears flopping a bit as he chuckled, mumbling. "cute. Your phone, so I can give you my number?" He explained, and she blushed, stepping back a bit as she placed her bag down on the table next to her, pulling out her phone, charms on the device dangling, making him smile. She really was adorable. "Alright." He said as he took it after she'd opened the phone app, his fingers typing away, before he gave it back to her. "Do you take the bus home?" He asked, and she nodded. "Oh really? I thought the pink bike outside was yours actually." He chatted away as she walked next to him, now a bit shy.

"I actually.. well, I can't, you know, ride a bike, so.." She mumbled, and he laughed for a moment, until he went quiet, sensing that she was serious.

"I eh, I could you know, teach you, if you want?" He asked as he unlocked his own bike. "I mean, not now but like, this weekend?" He asked, and she looked a bit hesitant. "I mean, you don't have to. But I promise I won't let you get hurt." It seemed odd maybe, for a prey hybrid to say that to a predator, but for her, it seemed like the most cheesy and romantic thing she'd ever heard. So she smiled, and nodded. "I uhm.. I think your bus left-" He pointed out, making her ears droop as she watched the vehicle drive off without her. "I can bring you home. It's kind of my fault you missed it, after all." He said, scratching the back of his neck as he suddenly rumbled in his backpack, pulling out a zip hoodie, before folding it, and placing it on the bag of his bike. "My'lady." He offered, and she giggled, making his ears flinch in excitement.

She'd been unaware of him for long enough, and after a talk with his fellow friend Taehyung, he'd decided to finally act on his interest in her. Even though he did get some odd looks from his classmate Jimin, he didn't care about what she was- he cared more about who. Her drawings were always so detailed in a way that would show exactly what she'd though while creating each line, something he always found remarkable. She also had a talent for photography, a hobby he had for himself as well.

"Hold on tight okay?" He said, and she nodded, her arms moving around his waist, redness creeping onto her cheeks as she felt his toned body underneath his thin shirt and loose jean jacket. She held a bit tighter as he finally pushed the bike forward, paddling at a decent pace that made her hair flow a bit with the wind. She couldn't help but enjoy the moment; the way his smell calmed her, the scenery around her, and the fact that it seemed like everything was finally working out for her.

"I'm gonna let go now and you'll just-" He started, but she suddenly grew anxious, her wide eyes immediately finding his.

"no no don't let go I'm gonna fall-" She scrambled out, scared as he simply laughed, one hand on her back as he kept the other on the bike for now.

"I promised, didnt I?" He hummed into her ear, and she blushed at the gentle tone of his voice. He was everything she never thought a prey hybrid would be; he was cunning, brave, and confident in himself. He wasn't after attention at all, simply trying to live his life yet he pulled everyones gaze on himself wherever he went simply by nature. His ears seemed too soft to be legal in her opinion, black and white tuft of fur that was his tail seemingly completely out of place; the rest of his body was toned. It showed that he knew how to take care of himself, it underlined the way he held himself wherever he went.

He was the complete opposite of her it seemed.

She liked to hide in oversized clothing, hybrid features the only thing really giving away that she wasn't just a mouse in disguise.

To him however, it was an entirely different story.

She was so sweet, always trying to help, and always trying to not be a burden. She had so much talent, a unique way of seeing the world, and a gentle way of always looking out for others. It also didn't ease his crush on her that she was absolutely beautiful in his eyes; shorter in statue than him, surprisingly, but he was pretty tall for a rabbit hybrid, he had to admit. His mother had once told him about the different subspecies of wolves when she'd noticed his crush on the girl; her best friend having been a wolf hybrid as well when she'd still been in school. Apparently there were different subtypes for them; alphas, betas and omegas. He guessed that the girl on his bike was an omega, maybe, as it would explain all her characteristics.

"You're doing so great!" He said, bunny smile making her feel more confident as she noticed he only held her by her back; she was actually riding a bike. "See? You can do it!" He happily exclaimed as he helped her off, seat a bit high for her to get down herself. "Lets sit down there and exchange some sketches, yeah?" He offered, and she nodded with a smile, walking next to him as they both sat down on the grass, after Jungkook had put down a small blanket he'd taken with him. "Okay, hit me." He playfully shot her way, as she pulled out her sketchbook, simply sliding it towards him as he opened it, looking through the pages she'd opened for him. "Uah, these are great! I'd use a bit more color on these ones, but the rest is awesome!" He mumbled in thought as he proceeded to change the page, his eyes widening at a familiar pair of eyes, when two delicate hands held his wrist in place.

"Pl-Please uh, that's not for the project eh-" She stuttered, panic evident in her voice as her red face and tilted ears gave away her embarrassment. He simply stared for a moment, before his other hand simply loosened her grip on his wrist, freeing himself without much force. He slowly turned the page, revealing multiple rough sketches of..

Him.

It was him, not very detailed, but clearly visible. Small scenarios were drawn on the page, him staring out the open window of the classroom as he talked to friends, him at the sidelines of his basketball game as he'd taken a break, or him asleep on his desk during class. He studied the drawings, noticing how she'd not cared much about his clothing, or the background; even the desk or the window weren't really drawn very realistically, simply a fast sketch. What did stand out was.. well, his face. The way the sun reflected in his eyes, how his ears had been slightly damp from the slight rain outside, or the tiny things he would've never thought she'd notice about him, like the tiny beauty mark under his lower lip, the slight scar just above his cheek, or how the sides of his eyes crinkled when he laughed, nose scrunched up.

As he looked up she was looking down, hair hiding her eyes as her ears were flat against her skull, tail in her hands, which nervously fiddled with the fur. "I-" He started, before he began to open his own bag, ruffling around in it as his own ears lowered themselves while he tried to find something. "Hah!" He exclaimed in victory, hands sliding off the rubber band of his own folder which kept his messily organized sketches and finished works. He rummaged through them, before he started to lay some of them out in front of her, one by one. Slowly, her ears turned, attention on what he'd put down in front of her.

He always had a different way of drawing things, not really putting a lot of effort into the outlines or sketches themselves; but he had a way of coloring things, a unique style that made things feel almost alive. In every picture, he'd dedicated most of his effort to color the fur of her hybrid features almost perfectly- he also payed special attention to her postures in every picture. He never drew her eyes however- which she noticed. "I uhm.. I've never got the chance to see them up close, so I had a bit of trouble with them.." He explained. "I've noticed you pretty early when we shared our first classes together.. But I never really got around to talk to you. You and Namjoon-Hyung always seemed so close, I thought.." He revealed, scratching behind his own ear as he suddenly felt a bit bashful.

"You.. I mean, Joonie is a good friend but we uh.." She started, voice a bit low as she laughed a bit.

"I know, I know, he told me-" Jungkook answered, now chuckling. "Thats why I immediately took my chance when they'd announced the group project." He said. "It gave me a chance to you know, get to know you better. Get closer, you know?" He explained, and she nodded. "So uh.." He mumbled, before he smiled at her hopefully. "Wanna uh- get cake together today? Like a date?" He asked, and she nodded, making him suddenly jump up as he fist bumped the air, making a passerby elderly couple laugh. "Yes!"

"Carrot cake?" She asked, an almost teasing smile on her lips as he looked at her.

"What? Don't judge puppy!" He said, making her scoff scandalized.

"Hey, I'm a wolf, not a dog!" She explained as she stirred her milkshake with her pink straw before grabbing the spoon from her small metal plate.

"And I'm a rabbit, not a bunny. So guess we're even." He said, before his smile faded a bit, eyes stuck to the spoonful of whipped cream which made its way inside her mouth, tongue darting out to lick her lips clean before she noticed his gaze. He snapped out of it, suddenly the one growing a bit shy. "You uh.. wait, lemme just-" He mumbled, hand moving to wipe the corner of her mouth as he licked his finger clean himself, making her eyes widen before she mumbled a 'thanks' under her breath. He grinned.

"So uh-" He asked, pushing down his small cake fork to pick up a piece of cake, holding it out towards her. "open up?" He asked, and she hesitated a bit, before leaning forward a bit, lips parting. He placed the piece into her mouth, watching as she closed her lips, accepting his offering of food before she nodded her head approvingly. "See? Don't judge before you try!" He exclaimed, and she giggled at that.

He was right.

"I'm absolutely beat." He suddenly exclaimed, falling down onto the mattress laying on the ground in the corner of the new, unfurnished bedroom. The wolf hybrid sat down next to his sprawled out form, gently moving his blonde tipped hair away from his eyes. He'd dyed it months ago, his roots more than visible at this point, yet he'd simply decided to let it grow. "Come here~!" He playfully demanded, hands reaching out for her as he pulled her down with him, happily humming when she was laying on his chest. "Can you believe we're actually gonna live together from now on?" He asked, and she shook her head, moving around a bit so she straddled him, sat on his thighs as he suddenly watches her with hooded eyes, hands on her hips as his thumbs move in circles over the skin underneath her sweater- his sweater. "Hm.. I mean.." He offered, suddenly moving to sit up, changing position as she's now underneath him, his hair tickling her face slightly when he begins to kiss against her pulse. "I was about to ask if we should at least put up the bedframe, but having a mattress on the floor.." He started, hands wandering underneath the clothing of his she wore as he continued in a low voice. "..means I can't break the bed this time." He said, and she giggled at that, remembering the time their time together had been roughly interrupted by the weak frame of his old bed breaking. "Oh, my puppy thinks that's funny?" He wonders, making her grin as he kissed her deeply.

Moments like these made her almost forget the stereotypes she'd grown up with during her live- since Jungkook was nothing like the typically depicted rabbit hybrids. Because right now the roles seemed completely reversed, as he mouthed at her neck, feeling her pulse race as he continued to map out her body with just his hands, no need to watch where they were, able to seemingly paint a picture of her by touch at this point. Clothes suddenly seemed to tight, itchy, as if bitten by a mosquito. She whined as he chuckled darkly, helping her out of his sweater as he immediately grabbed her breasts, kneading them before he continued to undress her, making quick work of her shorts as he pulled down her underwear as well- her already glistening center clinging to the damp fabric of her underwear as she squirmed, making him humm in appreciation. He pulled his own shirt over his head as well, revealing his body to her as the sun outside painted glowing stripes onto it, the blinds drawing patterns on her skin as well. He finally freed himself from the confines of his own underwear as well, standing proud and ready as she became restless.

"Hm, puppy wants to be filled up yeah?" He asked with a teasing undertone, proudly making use of the privilege to be able to call her that- since she hated it when others did it. It was the same the other way around however; typically, being called a 'bunny' was an absolute insult to him, but for some reason it seemed like a cute nickname coming from her. Maybe he was just whipped. Or maybe she was just privileged as well.

He entered her slowly as he sighed alongside her, not wasting any time as he fell into rhythm, hips thrusting forwards as her hands reached for his, intertwining their fingers as he felt his soul warm up at the gesture. He felt so loved, so cherished, it made him fear for his heart, as he swore it stopped every time he was close to her like this. He felt complete, like he'd found his soulmate, his other half- it didn't matter to him what she was. Sure, his parents were a bit dissapointed since they couldn't have kids naturally because of this, but they both could always adopt in the future. Thinking about it made his heart swell as he thought about her, caring for their kids, making this small apartment into a family home one day. Maybe it was instinct, but he'd already been driven nuts by the way she'd helped him choose furniture and wallpaper for the small living space they'd be sharing; the simple fact that she wanted to make their apartment into a home feeding his inner instincts to build a home to keep her safe in.

He felt her legs shake a bit as he shifted a bit, making her whine as he suddenly picked up his pace, sweat already slowly beginning to coat his skin as he didn't seem to notice how the sound of skin against skin still echoed in the almost empty room since it lacked furniture- but it didn't matter for now anyways. They'd both fill it with things and memories of the both of them, and he couldn't wait for it. He huffed a bit as he moved, leaning down a bit to rest his forehead against her neck as she bared it for him, a natural instinct of hers to submit to him even if he was of another species with no need of such gestures. He'd adapted to it however, gently biting the skin as he felt her shiver underneath him, a sign that she was getting close. "Hm my baby wanna cum?" He asked, gently beginning to tease her as she nodded, eyes closed in bliss. "You want a knot huh?" He asked, and she shook her head no, as he chuckled. He'd felt a bit insecure the first few times around as he knew how things worked for canine hybrids, worried that he maybe couldn't give her what she wanted or needed, yet she'd always reassured him. Now it was more like a teasing thing for him, and a way to tickle a praise out of her- a way of reminding himself that she loved him just as much as she did her. "No? You don't?" She shook her head again, her fingers holding his hands tighter. "What do you want then, huh?" He asked with a grin as she whined.

"You- you, only want ngh.. only need Kookie-!" She pressed out, and he hummed approvingly, his thrusts beginning to grow sloppy as he neared his end.

"That's right, only me, only mine, yeah?" He asked, and she nodded, suddenly opening mouth as her head buried itself into the mattress below her, clenching around him as he groaned out, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled. "Thats it, take it like a puppy- good girl!" He praised, making her whine as he leaned his body down, kissing her neck, her throat, and then her lips as they both calmed down from their highs, breathing slowly growing more and more even as he moved a bit to grab a box as he slid it towards him, rummaging through it before he took out a roll of kitchen towels, grabbing a few as he slipped out of her, carefully catching his release and her own juices as to not make a mess. He had a gentle smile on his face as he carefully cleaned her up before he stood, walking towards another box where he pulled out a large pillow and a few blankets, instincts taking over as he began to cover her now rapidly cooling body in soft fabrics before cuddling up next to her, pulling another blanket over his own form as he made sure his partner was comfortable. She slipped out of her makeshift blanket burrito to invite him in, making him grin his signature bunny smile as he held her close, skin on skin as he closed his eyes, the only light in the room the streetlamps outside.

This already felt like home.

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buckyskorpion · 4 years

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Do Something Bad, Too - Part 5

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics, mentions of violence

A/N: sooooo..... lets not mention the last time i updated this fic was four years, and get excited that im finally updating!! woo!! i really hope this was worth the wait, im very anxious about letting you guys down. let me know what you honestly think! love u all, thank u for sticking with me

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You stay in Nat’s apartment in the Tower for the rest of your heat, which lasts an entire week. Nat comes and goes throughout that time to make sure you’re drinking enough water, to make you dinner or run you a bath, or sometimes just to keep you company when you’re capable of that. She doesn’t stay long, though, aware her presence just makes the unbearableness of going through heat even worse. She also doesn’t mention Bucky’s clothes or anything about that first day, which you’re immeasurably grateful for. You don’t think you could talk about it without crying.

To say you’re humiliated is an understatement. Mixed with that is all this guilt and shame and self-hatred for inflicting that situation on you and Bucky. Mostly for Bucky. He had made it so very clear he was only comfortable helping you with the scent thing, and even with that there were boundaries. You had blown through them all by showing up to his apartment, triggering both your instincts to do things you couldn’t control, and now he probably resented you enough to never want to see you again.

You don’t blame him. It doesn’t stop it from hurting so much, though.

You’ve well and truly fucked yourself now. Not only is it omega instincts driving you towards Bucky now, but also your own stupid, naive heart. You miss his giant hands and broad shoulders that block out the world for a second, narrowing your scope to just the two of you. You miss the way you can breathe around him, how the world doesn’t feel so scary and foreign to you when he’s by your side. It’s crazy because you weren’t even close, you weren’t even really friends, but now you never will be because you’re so goddamn stupid it’s actually astounding.

Nat’s plan had not worked. And this time, you couldn’t even blame her for this colossal backfire. This is all your handiwork.

You’re back in your office, returning to work once your fever died down and you could stand to be in the vicinity of other alphas without passing out. Maybe you’re tapping rather aggressively on your keyboard, and maybe all the techies on the floor can hear you sigh and groan in frustration every two seconds and are sending you strange looks through the glass. Whatever, you’re their boss, they can’t say anything. Besides, your boss has requested some rather strange security upgrades and you’re not sure if it’s within your job description to email Tony Stark and say what the fuck?

It turns out you don’t have to, because Tony Stark comes to you. It’s not often he takes part in the day to day workings of Stark Industries - that’s your job, after all. But he comes striding into your office eating an apple and wearing sunglasses during the middle of the day, and points a ringed finger at you.

“You’re back,” he says, and you find yourself glancing down at your baby-blue pantsuit just to make sure you are, in fact, back. Stark takes a very pointed breath through his nose and adds, “You smell terrible. This is great!”

“Great?” You can’t help but sound bitter. Your smell is hardly great to you. Even after sweating out your entire body-weight and taking more showers than is considered healthy, you still smell like Bucky. You can’t escape him - not your thoughts, not your heart, and certainly not the way your skin seems to emanate him like he’s crawled underneath and set up shop. It’s embarrassing and humiliating, because it’s not real, and just serves to remind you of the terrible mistake you’ve made. You hope beyond hope Stark doesn’t recognise the other alpha scent clinging to your pores.

“Yes, great. I need your help,” he says, sitting down in a chair opposite your desk. You glance at the specs you have open on your computer, the strange security upgrades he wants you to make to the Tower, and then back to Stark’s million-dollar smile. It’s unsettling. You feel a headache forming before he even opens his mouth.

“If this has anything to do with these emails-“

“Those can wait,” Stark says, waving a dismissive hand at your computer. He lobs his applecore into the bin beside your desk as if to punctuate his point, then says, “This is a request on behalf of the Avengers.”

“Um,” you say, rather eloquently. Avengers? What on earth could they want with you, unless- you groan, rolling your eyes to the ceiling. “Natasha.”

“She highly recommended your expertise,” Stark says, and that headache brewing in your temples blooms into a full-blown migraine. He stands, smooths out his slacks, and says without room for question, “Follow me.”

This is how you end up back in the residential floors of the Tower, much to your chagrin, which Stark seems to pick up on. The closer you get to Bucky’s floor the more fidgety you become, heart racing and skin turning clammy until you watch the numbers fly by and you leave him somewhere in the clouds above Manhattan. The elevator doors ding open to a floor that seems to go on forever, full of gym equipment and fancy simulation tech you figure the Avengers must use to train. You find Natasha’s red head on the sparring mats, tackling someone to the ground with her thighs, and glare daggers as you follow Stark into the room.

“She’s alive!” Natasha calls across the room, ignoring your death glare for a knowing smirk. Her voice echoes through the warehouse-style gym floor, drawing the attention of the others in the room. The Avengers, and all of a sudden you feel like an eighteen year old kid watching aliens attack New York on a grainy satellite TV in the desert again. This is like meeting celebrities on another level. Steve Rogers finishes wrapping his hands as he walks over to you and Stark, Sam Wilson beside him, and Natasha gives Clint Barton a hand to help him up from the mats.

“What have you roped me into now, Nat?” you ask, not bothering to hide your frustration. You’ve just about had it with her meddling, but you should’ve known it was a pipe dream to think she would stop.

“We know you’re very busy, we won’t take up much of your time,” Steve Rogers says, extending a hand and introducing himself like he needs to. Captain America needs no introduction.

“I know who you all are,” you say, giving them a nod. “And you’re right, I am busy. So why am I here?”

“You and Nat must get along like a house on fire,” Clint says, earning him an elbow in the gut from Nat herself. You grin, all sharp in the way Nat tells you looks scary in a hot way, and watch as he subtly shifts behind Nat as if to hide behind her smaller frame. It’s only then that you register the scents mingling between them, and realise that Clint Barton is Nat’s omega. She grins at you, beatific and serene, as if she can read your thoughts and knows exactly what you’ve just figured out.

“Let’s not hold (Y/n) up any longer,” Nat says, grinning in a way that always spells trouble for you. “She’s a woman in high demand.”

Stark leads them to what seems to be a large empty space in the training facility, but it’s soon filled with hologram projections from a tiny Starkpad he pulls from his pocket. You fall into step beside Nat, using your height advantage to glare down at her and convey the level to which you want to strangle her right now. She just loops her arm with yours and kisses you on the cheek, frustrating your attempts at intimidation before you can even begin. Bloody Russian spies, you grumble to yourself as you come a halt in front of the holograms.

You’re looking at building specs, that much is obvious. Why, though, is entirely lost on you. The structure is a tall hexagonal building reminding you of a panopticon, with security floors in the centre and what seem to be prison cells surrounding them. Details jump out from Stark’s hologram - security cameras, miniature guards patrolling the floors, thermally sealed doors and electromagnetic force-fields on the cells. It’s a prison, you surmise, and you’re starting to get a bad feeling as to why you’re here.

You turn to Nat and say, “I’m not going back in the field.”

She pats your arm with only a tiny bit of condescension and says, “I’m not asking you to.”

“You’re my Head of Security,” Stark says, then gestures to the hologram building, “If you can design impenetrable security systems, surely you can undo them.”

“You want me to help you break into this place?” you ask. The team all nod, and you look back at the intimidating, virtual-blue building in front of you. “It’s a fortress.”

“Yeah, they really upped the anti on security since I was in there,” Sam Wilson says, earning him a reproachful look from Steve. It does nothing to soothe the anxiety starting to thread through your chest. Failing the Avengers doesn’t seem like an option, but from where you’re standing, neither is breaking into this facility.

“I’ll need to know what it is first,” you say, “Then I can try and help you. Emphasis on try. I’m not a miracle worker.”

“It’s called the Raft,” Steve says, his face growing stony and set as he talks. “It’s a prison designed for enhanced persons by Secretary Ross. After Germany, I broke Sam, Scott, and Clint out. But Wanda-“

“We need to get her out of there,” Clint says. You pretend not to notice as beside you Nat discreetly takes his hand, rubbing her thumb across his bruised knuckles.

“Leave the search and rescue to us,” Stark says, and you watch him shift uncomfortably under some inscrutable looks Steve and Sam are giving him, “We just need your help on how to get into the joint.”

“Simple,” you breathe, but only Nat laughs. This seems like an impossible task, but from the look of everyone around you, failure isn’t an option. You’re going to have to make the impossible possible. It’s a good thing you’ve had some experience with that - in the military, trapped into sand-filled corners with no foreseeable way out, it really did seem like you were working miracles to stay alive out there. You swallow past a dry mouth and blink through desert-gunked eyes, say, “I’ll need that Starkpad, and some time.”

“You have forty-eight hours,” Stark says. The hologram disappears in a blink as he throws the Starkpad, no bigger than your palm, which you only just manage to catch. Stark clicks his fingers, as if an idea as just occurred to him, and says, “Oh, I almost forget to tell you! The Raft is underwater. Completely submerged, middle of the ocean, super top-secret. Fun, right?”

Your heart drops to your stomach. Fun is not the word you you would use. Only forty-eight hours to break into the most secure facility in the country, if not the world? This day couldn’t possibly blindside you anymore.

As if the universe is conspiring against you, FRIDAY’s voice chimes in from overhead speakers to say, “Mr Stark, Sergeant Barnes is on his way to the gym floor.”

You feel your whole body lock up, heart seizing in your chest - Bucky? Here? You weren’t prepared to see him yet, or speak to him. What would you say? How could you apologise for one of the worst crimes you may have ever committed, and you’ve killed people? Natasha unloops her arm from yours, tries to soothe you with a hand on your back but it does nothing for the anxiety shooting sparks throughout your blood stream.

“How many times have I got to tell that illiterate Soviet popsicle, he’s not on the fucking team,” Stark grumbles, storming towards the elevators with a scowl. Steve clenches his fists, glaring after Stark but Sam holds him back. He mutters something only Steve can hear which makes him close his eyes and exhale sharp through his nose - frustrated, but calming by the nanosecond.

It’s a shame nobody thought to do the same for you.

“What did you just call him?” you say, ignoring Natasha’s warning murmur of your name as you follow after Stark. Maybe you still have some residually elevated hormones from your heat, or you really are just a lovesick idiot who can’t control her temper, but whatever it is has you absolutely incensed. Stark stops dead, clearly caught off guard by the venom in your voice, and spins on his heel to stare at you incredulously.

“Excuse me?” he says, blinking owlishly at you as you lean up into his space. You’re aware you’re overstepping the boss/employee line, but you can’t help yourself. The rage is brewing, and with each laboured breath Bucky’s scent grows stronger and stronger until it’s all you can smell. It settles over your skin like armour, and the urge to protect that hold on you, to protect him, is beyond your control - it’s primal.

“Don’t talk about him like that, ever,” you snarl, watching with satisfaction as Stark’s eyes turn round and wide.

He glances behind you towards his friends and says, “Are we sure she isn’t an alpha? Sheesh.”

“Tony,” Natasha warns, but it’s too late. You use the palm of your hand to slam into Stark’s solar plexus. You kick out his kneecap and he drops on one knee, wheezing and gasping for air. It all happens so fast you can’t even think about the repercussions of assaulting your boss, let alone what’s driven you to do it in the first place.

“I don’t need to be an alpha to kick your ass,” you hiss, glaring down at Stark who looks up at you like you have, in fact, lost your mind.

At that moment, the elevator dings and reveals Bucky practically seething behind the elevator doors. He storms in, larger than life - in the week or so it’s been since you’ve seen him, you’ve somehow forgotten how physically intimidating he actually is. You immediately step back from Stark’s kneeling figure, feeling the strange need to hide your hands behind your back like a kid caught with the cookie jar. Bucky glances wildly between you, Stark on the ground, and the ring of Avengers in different states of attempting to intervene. He heaves ragged breaths and is emitting a scent that threatens to take you to your knees, too. Authoritative, powerful, protective.

That submissive, animalistic side of you makes you really hate being an omega sometimes.

“Why is she here?” Bucky asks someone behind you, probably Natasha. He swings his, frankly, frightening gaze to Stark and demands with just as much venom as you had, “What did you do to her.”

“Jesus Christ, nothing!” Stark wheezes, clutching at the spot on his chest you’ve definitely bruised. He points an accusing finger at you and cries, “She hit me!”

“I’m so sorry,” you say, feeling your hands start to shake where you clutch them behind your back. You look to Bucky like maybe he can explain, which makes you sick to your stomach because he’s not yours to look towards. Now, more than ever, that is abundantly clear. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do!” Natasha pipes up behind you, helpful as ever. Bucky glares at her for you this time, releasing you of his burning-hot stare. His gaze has the power to paralyse you, and you need to get away from him, this, all of it - right now. You don’t get a chance to, however, before Natasha once again sticks her foot in it and says, “She was defending your honour, James.”

“Yeah, and I’ve no idea why. One quick google search should tell you he doesn’t need any-“

It takes you a second to realise the snarling, growling sound echoing through the gym is coming from you. Your face burns as you roll your lips together, cutting the sound off completely. For your entire life you’ve been headstrong and confident, but this whole experience with Bucky from the very first day you met him has shaken your entire self-perception. Everything you’ve known has been turned upside down - it was easy when all alphas were assholes, and you were one omega they couldn’t fuck with. Now, you stare down at your shoes and refuse to look in Bucky’s direction because he’s affected you so much you can’t even control yourself anymore. The worst part is that it’s entirely your own doing, because Bucky made it very clear you aren’t the one he wants, so everything you’re doing right now is just incredibly humiliating.

“(Y/n)?” Bucky’s voice makes you shudder. Looking at him would surely make you burst into flames, from embarrassment of the last time you saw him which you can’t even think about, or from the shame of pathetically defending a man who doesn’t want anything to do with you. He doesn’t even want you here, storming up to ask why you’re in his home in the first place.

“I’m gonna go,” you say, giving Bucky a wide berth as you head for the elevators. You can’t get there fast enough, practically sprinting to press the close-door button as fast as you can.

“Wait-“

And then, the absolute worst thing happens. You almost crush the Starkpad still in your hand from clenching your fist so hard - you have to, in order to keep your hands by your sides and not in Bucky’s personal space. Because just as the doors are about to slide closed, he slips in between them and FRIDAY seals you both in. The elevator fills with Bucky Bucky Bucky, just like your heat-addled brain has been chanting at you since you stumbled into his apartment a week ago.

Bucky stares at you wide-eyed, and you stare back just the same. This could possibly be your worst nightmare come to life, especially when the elevator screeches to a halt and FRIDAY’s dulcet tones hammer your fate home.

“I appear to be having some technical difficulties,” FRIDAY says, sounding confused if an AI can sound like anything. “I’m so sorry, I’m trying to fix this. It seems someone is manually overriding my control of the elevator.”

“Nat,” you groan, in unison with Bucky. So that’s it. You’re stuck in an elevator with Bucky and are being forced to face the music, by the powers that be. The powers being Natasha, a no good meddler who is going to be in a world of pain when you get out of here. Alpha be damned.

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Let Us Love You: Chapter 8

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Bucky watched with a thoughtful expression as Peter left. There was no denying the omega hadn't looked at him quite like he had before.

He looked......unsure.

He debated on letting the others know, but he didn't have to say anything.

"That was interesting." Natasha said, eyebrows raised.

"What was?" Steve asked, turning from where Karen had walked off.

"Bucky and Peter." she answered.

The three other alphas snapped to attention.

"What about them?" Thor pushed.

"We just made eye contact. She's making something out of nothing." Bucky said, rolling his eyes.

"There was something different in that look." Natasha said, crossing her arms.

"I don't see why this is such a big deal. We all know he was close to the version of me in his world. He damn near shuts down every time he sees me. You'd be better off ignoring what you saw. It wasn't me he was looking at." Bucky glared before stomping off.

"Was it really a big deal?" Steve asked, looking at Natasha carefully. "I mean, Buck's not wrong. Peter had a connection with his version, it really could just be that."

"Oh, it's definitely a little bit of that. I could see it. He misses him. Most likely it's the same with Sam. Still, he knew he wasn't looking at his Barnes. He was trying to seen him in ours though."

"Perhaps this is a good thing." Thor hummed. "If we can convince him to talk to our friend Barnes, then he could see ours is the same as his!"

"That might work in theory, big guy," Tony nodded. "But how do you propose to get close enough to Peter to suggest it? How would you suggest it?"

"It's not a bad idea. I think Peter wants to talk to him, but our other selves have left a serious impression on him." Natasha said, moving to follow where Bucky had gone. "Let's go. We need to do a little brainstorming."

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"Welcome to my awesome abode. I'd be glad to show you around. Maybe you'd like to see the inside of my bedroom?" Johnny winked, opening the door wide for Peter to enter.

"I've literally been here multiple times. I think I can get around just fine." Peter smirked. "Plus, I've seen your bedroom. It's a disaster."

"You've seen theother me'sroom. I can assure you thatmineis ready for company."

"I bet it is." Peter rolled his eyes. "Where is everyone?"

"In the kitchen. Come on, I'll win you over with my co-"

"You can't cook." Peter snorted.

"You don't know that!"

"What are we having?"

"It's.......um..."

"Exactly." Peter laughed, passing Johnny and heading towards the kitchen.

"Are you sure we're just friends? I feel like there's something between us."

"Yeah, a mutual respect for giving each other shit."

"You know, I think you're ignoring the fact I'm a different Johnny Storm here." Johnny pouted, crossing his arms.

"No. You're still the same idiot." Peter chuckled, flicking his forehead.

"I'll have you know, I'm a highly sought-after alpha. Everyone wants a piece of this." he gestured to his whole body.

"I bet. I had to fight the crowd of screaming fangirls just to get in here." Peter deadpanned.

The truth was, Johnny was every bit as good looking in this universe as he had been in Peter's. Still, just as he retained his looks here, he also retained his extreme level of self-confidence.

"I'll win you over yet, Parker."

"Uh hu. Sure. Just don't hold your breath."

Peter would never admit he had once had a major crush on his own Johnny.

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"Peter!" Reed smiled as he and Johnny entered the kitchen.

Sue smiled as she looked up from pulling a pan of lasagna out of the oven.

"Hello, Peter. Everything is almost done. Why don't you all go join Ben."

"Yes! I have so ma-"

"Reed." Sue warned. "He only just got here."

"It's ok, really." Peter smiled.

"I was used to this." he said, motioning between him and Reed.

"Let's talk then. I'm curious about your story. The multiverse isn't a common topic I get to discuss!"

"Well, I can't tell you you're gonna like most of what I have to say. Still, it's great to see you guys again." Peter smiled, genuinely happy to see the family of four back together.

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"Heard we missed all the fun." Clint called, stepping off the elevator with his bags. "You guys couldn't have waited?"

"Sure. Next time we'll ask the killer robot army to hang on and let our other team mates get back from their impromptu vacation." Tony huffed.

"You all seem in a better mood than when we left. Something happen?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow at others.

The alphas were gathered in the common area talking eagerly amongst themselves.

"Yes." Thor smiled widely. "We have decided to properly court our omega. We shall return to the old ways."

"Who says romance is dead?" Tony grinned. "We're gonna woo the hell out of him!”

"This should be fun." Sam deadpanned.

“Oh ye of little faith. We're an extremely romantic bunch when let loose.” Tony scoffed.

“The guy couldn’t be more clear on his desire not to be your omega.”

“We’ve been talking to Karen and each other. Slow and steady wins the race and all that.”

“I think we made it back in perfect time then!” Clint grinned, opening his bag. “Brought some of Laura and the kids’ things. They missed you guys.”

Clint passed out the few items he had brought from his home. The scents of Laura and the three kids extended into the room. The calm of knowing their distant pack members were safe settled the atmosphere.

“We’ll get out to see them soon.” Natasha smiled, rubbing the small stuffed bunny she knew belonged to Nathaniel.

“We may even get to introduce them to Peter.” Steve said, a hopeful lit in his voice.

“Please don’t push that on him.” Bruce sighed. “It’s going to be enough on him dealing with you all, much less integrating into a full pack.”

“We are fully prepared to take it slow with our young omega.” Thor smiled.

The four other alphas nodded in agreement. There was no other option really. Sam was right in his statement that Peter seemed to want nothing to do with them, but Peter's conflict over Bucky had revived their hopes.

Maybe it wasn't such a lost cause after all.

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“Your universe sucked.” Johnny scoffed from his seat next to Peter.

“I don’t always get along with Stark, but it’s deeply upsetting to hear about a version of him that was so violent.” Reed frowned, taking his own seat.

“I just can’t picture any of them being like that.” Sue agreed.

“Well, good thing ours arn’t like that. Not sure I could clobber them all at once.” Ben huffed.

Peter listened as the four voiced their opinions of the Avengers.To be honest, he was getting a little sick and tired of everyone telling him how wonderful they were.

They were wonderful in his world at once too!Everyone loved them and practically worshipped them!

Truth be told, there was no real understanding of the change. It wasn’t like anyone was opposing them. Who would? The Avengers risked their lives to help people, to keep them safe. Why would they evenneedto change?

Not that it mattered. They did change. They went from saving people tohurtingthem. They lorded their power over the people, and gleefully killed those who posed any real threat.

They were monsters!

Peter absently ran his hand along his thigh where he knew a long scar sat. A memorial to a particularly brutal up close fight with Black Widow. She had managed to stun him with her widow bites, slowing him down enough to prevent an unharmed escape. It could have been much worse, he knew, but he got lucky in where the bites had hit him.

She had been aiming for a fatal blow.

His movement had saved him from a slow death, but the blade had torn practically through to the bone in his thigh. If Bucky hadn’t shown up, she would have finished the job. As it was, he was out of commission for two weeks before the wound had healed, feeling had returned, and the leg moved without stiffness.

God, the blood she had spilt.

“Peter?”

Peter startled out of his thoughts to find the four looking at him.

“Sorry.” he mumbled. “I can get lost in thought sometimes.”

“Well, I’m more than willing to help you with that.” Johnny grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh I know you can. You always could bore me right to sleep.” Peter snarked.

The others laughed and began passing around the food as Johnny pouted.

"So, you said there are no second genders where you're from?" Sue asked, curious as to how Peter was handling the change.

"No, we definitely didn't have alphas, betas, and omegas where I'm from. It was.....surprising to say the least." Peter winced.

"Well, you seem to be doing alright as a beta." Reed smiled.

"Beta?" Peter raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. Your scent is barely there. Beta scents are generally muted. Yours seems a little more so. Maybe it's because you weren't originally from here. Do you not know your second gender though, or did you think you hadn't gained one?" Sue frowned.

"I would have figured Matt and Karen would have explained things to you."

Peter looked around the table, unconsciously touching his wrist where one of the patches sat under his sleeve and web shooter.

"No," Peter hesitated. "They did, I.....I'm just still adjusting it all. I mean, I lived 26 years without all this, so it's easy to forget sometimes."

Ben, Sue, and Reed nodded, striking back up light conversation and more questions about himself and how he was getting along. Out the corner of his eye, Peter couldn't ignore the strange look Johnny kept giving him.

"So, what are you going by if you can't be a Parker?" Ben asked, drawing Peter's thoughts away from Johnny.

"Jones." Peter sighed.

"Any relation to Jessica Jones?" Reed asked.

"Yeah." Peter huffed. "Everyone thought they were so funny when they decided to make me Jessica's cousin."

"What's funny about that?" Sue frowned. "Did the two of you date back in your world?"

"Not hardly." Peter laughed.

"No, they just thought my initials were a nice joke.They left my first and middle name then changed my last."

"What's your name then?"

"My name is Peter Benjamin Par...err, Jones. Peter Benjamin Jones."

"I'm sure you'd make a delicious sandwich." Johnny snorted.

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A few hours had passed before Peter noticed the time. He had been enjoying himself while getting acquainted with this version of the Four. They were practically identical to his, making connecting with them extremely easy.

“Well, I guess I better get going. Karen’s a worrier.”

“Don’t let Matt fool you, Peter,” Sue smirked. “He’s a worrier too with people he cares about. I saw you two talking.”

“Matt was the first person I went to after I got here. I was good friends with him.” Peter smiled.

He was happy to have Matt and Karen, and to be gathering back all the people he lost, but Ben, May, Bucky and Sam were never far from his mind. The people he wanted most were the people he’d never get.

After promising to visit again, and give a demonstration of his strength levels compared to Ben's, Johnny led Peter out.

"So, Pete," Johnny started, unusually hesitant compared to his normal composure.

"The others didn't press, but I'm going to. You're an omega, aren't you?"

Peter blinked in surprise. He had yet to have to admit his second gender to anyone on his own yet. Everyone who knew, had either discovered from his scent, or been told by someone else.

"I could see the scent patch occasionally when your sleeve moved up and your, whatever those are on your wrists, shifted."

Peter swallowed hard, not missing the fact Johnny had moved into his space.

"I...uh.."

"It's ok, Pete." Johnny smirked, stepping back. "I'm not going to blab your secret. I am, however, going to knock you off your feet! You'll give in to me yet, Jones."

"I don't think you want to try, Storm." Peter replied, breathing a little easier as Johnny's alpha pheromones calmed.

"Why? Do you already have an alpha? I just don't see any mating marks."

Mating marks?

Peter frowned. He hadn't heard of any 'mating marks'. Was there more he had to learn? Maybe he should keep blowing Karen's lessons off.

"No. I don't have an alpha, and I'm not interested in one." Peter narrowed his eyes.

"Fair enough." Johnny smiled, holding up his hands in surrender. "But that doesn't mean I won't keep trying."

Peter sighed. While he wasn't about to let Johnny Storm in on his alpha problem, he couldn't forget how the Avengers had reacted to Wade when they realized the two were hanging out together.

Deadpool hadn't been in any real danger since he could easily regenerate, but Johnny couldn't.

If anything Karen had already told him had gotten through, it was that alphas could be possessive. He had already seen it in action, and the Avengers were anything but normal alphas.

Still, he wasn't going to let that stop him from hanging around people he actually trusted.

They would just have to deal.

If they couldn't, and tried to hurt his friends, he'd be ready.

As he made his way back toward Matt and Karen's, he didn't even notice how his thoughts on the Avengers had changed from "when", to "if".

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"You smell like Johnny Storm." Karen frowned when he walked through the door.

"Hello Karen. I see your fine after today's events. My dinner with the Four was great. If was nice to catch up. Thanks for asking."

"Don't sass me, Peter Jones." Karen glared, following him to his room, passing a smirking Matt along the way.

"What if you had run into your alphas? You're unmated and smelling of an alpha that's not one of them! Even worse that it's Johnny with his flirty reputation."

"I'm not avoiding friends just becausetheymight not like it, Karen!" Peter shouted, turning around with his own glare.

"They don't own me and never will. I don't want them! I don't trust them! It doesn't matter what everyone else thinks of them. I can't stand them!"

"Peter, please," Karen tried.

"No. This discussion is over Karen. I'm never going to be with the Avengers. It's not happening."

"You won't even give them a chance!" Karen shouted, her frustration rising. "You're so hell bent on seeing them as the same villains they were in your world that you refuse to see them as the heroes they are here! This isn't your old world, Peter! You can't keep hanging on to what happened there. You're here now!"

The two glared at each other, neither wanting to admit defeat.

"You don't know what you're talking about Karen. You have no idea what I've been through."

"I have a damn good idea, Peter! You've made no effort to hide your disdain for them. You have no problems admitting what those other Avengers did to you. I know it's left physical as well as mental scars, but did you ever stop and think that maybe getting to know these Avengers could help you heal?"

There was complete silence as Karen's words hung in the air.

"Getting to know them and seeing they're who you wish your Avengers had been could be good for you. You could finally relax a little and try to move on. You've been here for months now Peter, and yet you still hold everything from your past so close it's like it all happened yesterday."

Karen sighed, running her hand through her hair.

"We're all still here, Peter. Nothing has happened to any of us and they've had more than enough opportunity to hurt us if they wanted to. They've had plenty of chances to kill the others and make it look like a casualty of a fight and no one would question it, but they haven't. They haven't, and you need to realize and accept it."

Without another word, Karen turned and headed into her and Matt's bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

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Anger rippling under his skin, Peter left the apartment and headed towards Luke's bar. Maybe he could find something there to keep himself busy.

Anything to get his mind off his....whatever that was, with Karen.

Shoving his way into the back door, the sounds from the front filtered in through his ears. The place was at peek hour.

"I swear, if one more asshole-Peter?"

Peter looked over as Luke stormed into the back, grabbing a bucket and mop.

"Rough night?" Peter asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, it's gonna be for the shit that just broke a beer bottle over a guy's head. They're both about to clean up their little mess, then get thrown out on their asses." Luke grumbled, kicking the door back open and shouting.

Peter decided to hang out in the back, letting Luke handle things before making his way up front.

"Get out here, Jones." Luke snapped, sticking his head back through the door. "Make yourself useful and come serve some drinks."

Grinning, Peter slid his way behind the bar and got to work.

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It was slowing down to the more, quieter patrons of the night. These were the people Peter liked the most. While the more boisterous crowd could be fun, they could also be annoying and demanding. Some even tried to get a little handsy, over the bar.

This crowd though, this was crowd was just looking for a little break from the world.

Peter heard someone sit at the bar while he was crouched, placing glasses back into their places. Rubbing his hands on his pants, he stood up to greet the customer and....froze.

Sam Wilson stared back, as equally surprised to see him.

The two just stared at each other, neither knowing how to react.

"Hey, Pete-" Luke stopped as he took in what was happening.

He wasn't quite sure what to do, and it didn't appear as if Peter or Sam knew either. Had it been any of the alphas, Luke would have easily jumped in, knowing how stressed Peter would be.

Sam wasn't an alpha though.

“Let me start by saying your secret is safe with me.” Sam said. “I’m pretty burnt out on alpha desperation at this point. I just want to have a drink and enjoy it.”

Peter stared at him a moment before moving forward.

“What would you like?”

“Whatever you recommend.”

Peter looked at him again. Guess Sam was willing to trust his judgement in drinks in any universe.

Sam nodded as Peter slid a glass across the counter top and took a swig.

“I hope we’re not gonna spend the entire time in here in this strange, tense silence.”

Peter sighed.

“This isn’t....this isn’t easy for me.”

“I’ve gotten that impression. I also heard you were close to your world’s Bucky and I.”

“Y...yeah.” Peter frowned. “By the end, they were my best friends.....they were all I had left.”

The two were silent again as Peter busied himself with meaningless tasks.

“I’m sorry this is happening to you.” Sam said suddenly. “I think I would have reacted the same way.”

Peter stood with his back to Sam, debating on his next move.

Finally, he turned.

“You’re a lot like him, well, when he wasn’t giving me shit anyway.” Peter chuckled.

“Oh, I can give you shit if that’s what you’re looking for spider boy.” Sam grinned.

Peter grinned back, strangely comfortable in this Sam’s presence.

Maybe all Sam’s were pretty much the same.

“Look. I know you’re probably willing to talk to me like thishere. I can see Cage keeping an eye on you, but I think, if we got along in your world, we could get along here.”

Peter hesitated, the since of unease returning.

“I’m not trying to hand you over to the wolves!” Sam said quickly. “I’m more so trying to offer up another friendship. One that gets me away from everyone at the tower and one that offers you.....” Sam hesitated, unsure if he should continue.

“Maybe something that offers you a bit of what you lost?”

Peter’s eyes widened in surprise. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of this Sam’s offer. As much as he missed his own, and as similar as the two seemed, could he really ever think of this Sam as a friend on par with his?

“I...um...”

“You don’t have to answer me now.” Sam assured. “Maybe just think about it. I realize I’m part of the enemy here, but I promise I’m not a bad guy.”

“Yeah.” Peter snorted. “You’re not trying to get into my pants.”

“You do realize there’s more to it than that, right?”

“I’m not really interested.” Peter replied. “You don’t know what it was like to see them hurt people. To see them kill you and Bucky.”

“I’d offer up the argument that these Avengers haven’t done that considering Bucky and I are clearly still alive, but I have the feeling you’ve heard that line enough.”

“That obvious?”

“From five words in.”

Peter let out a breath, running his hand through his hair. It was hard having someone who looked like his lost friend be so close, and yet so far.

"I'll share a secret with you, kid." Sam grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

This caught Peter's attention as he leaned onto the bar.

"There are three betas in the tower. Me, Clint and Bruce-"

"I...I like Dr. Banner." Peter mumbled.

"What?" Sam asked, unsure he had heard right.

"I....I like Dr. Banner. He.......he had it hard in my world. Hulk is a force to be reckoned with. He can be easily enraged to the point that even the intelligence he does have can be quickly over written. When the Avengers...turned.....they held him hostage. Bruce was far to gentle in nature to side with them, so they held him captive, using Hulk against him. They'd do whatever they could to bring out Hulk, then set him loose on the city."

Sam sat in stunned silence. He could never imagine putting Bruce Banner through that kind of torment. Bruce struggled with balancing himself as both separate and part of Hulk.

"I wanted to free him. Tried several times, but it never worked. They kept him in an underground bunker beneath the tower. I only saw him once. I'm not even sure how I managed to make it that far. I've never forgotten how defeated, miserable and pained he looked inside that glass cage they kept him in."

"Glass doesn't sound like it would hold-"

"Oh, it was 'Hulk proof'." Peter hissed. "Before things went bad, Bruce and Tony created it to contain him if things got to bad and he needed somewhere safe to be until he returned back to himself."

"They used his own creation against him." Sam sighed, running his hand down his face. "Guess that explains why you didn't do anything to Bruce that day."

"I told Matt and Karen it was because he let me out. I'm telling you the truth because you live with them and need to know what they're capable of doing."

"If it makes you feel any better," Sam started. "We don't have a Hulk room or cage or anything."

Peter narrowed his eyes.

"Serious!" Sam defended. "Bruce comes and goes just like the rest of us. He pretty much stays at the tower though. We don't have many instances where the Hulk is needed, but Bruce's medical training comes in handy a lot. Even stepped up a notch when you showed up." Sam snickered.

"Are you.....enjoying me hurting them?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Immensely. Clint and I, don't tell him I agree with him, think it's amazing."

Peter didn't stop the upturn of his lip at Sam's grin.

"Omega's don't typically kick their alpha's asses on the regular. I mean, I've heard of those mutant omegas at Xavier's going out and fighting, but I've never seen them do it in person. You, on the other hand, I have watched fling every alpha on the team around like rag dolls. It's humbling really."

Sam's laughter filled the small space between him and Peter.

"Well, I do have a history of fighting the hierarchy." Peter smiled.

"Tell you what," Sam said, holding out his hand. "Let's start fresh. No alternate identities. Just two guys meeting at a bar. I'm Sam Wilson."

Peter looked at the outstretched hand and up at Sam's face. His spider-sense remained, as it had the entire time, silent. Slowly, Peter took the outstretched hand.

"Peter Jones."

Sam raised and eyebrow.

"Doesn't surprise me." Peter rolled his eyes. "Of course you'd all know my real name."

"Why change it?"

"Because a version of me existed here at one time." Peter replied, looking away. "I can't be Peter Parker when he's dead."

"I guess not one that looks just like him." Sam nodded. "I'm guessing there's also family then?"

"Yeah." Peter replied, not willing to say more.

"Alright then, Peter Jones, it was nice to meet you. I better be getting back home though." Sam smiled, standing up and taking his jacket off the back of the chair.

"You'll cover that for me, right?"

Peter looked down where Sam nodded at the empty glass.

"No way Wilson."

"To think, I wanted to be nice to you." Sam said, pulling some bills out of his pocket.

"There's no such thing as free alcohol, man." Peter grinned.

"Then what's the point of being friends with the bartender?"

"The fabulous company?"

"I know that's what you get, I'm still trying to figure out what I'm getting." Sam smirked.

"I'll tell you what, this time." Peter's grinned turned wicked. "You'll get to keep a place you can go where the other Avengers can never bother you. I'll personally see to their exits if they ever show up."

Sam barked out a laugh as he straightened out his jacket.

"Well, if they ever show up, it won't be because of me. With that said, I appreciate your willingness to uphold the sanctity of my sacred drinking hole."

The two nodded at each other as Sam walked out the door, followed shortly after by the last of Luke's customers.

"You ok?" Luke asked as he restocked the bar while Peter swept.

"Surprisingly, yeah. Dealing with just Sam was way different than the others."

"Well, being a beta probably helps." Luke shrugged, not wanting to verbally address the other issues.

"Maybe." Peter nodded.

"You worried you'll have more 'customers'?" Luke asked after a moment. "I can't exactly say I can ban the Avengers..."

"No." Peter said, looking up at Luke. "I'm actually not."

Luke stopped and raised an eyebrow.

"You do realize-"

"I don't think he'll tell. Not them anyway. Maybe Barton and Dr. Banner, but not them."

"Well, I heard about Banner, but what about Barton. What's the feelings on him?"

Peter stopped sweeping, letting his thoughts gather themselves.

"He was just as ruthless as the others in my world. Tony made him explosive arrows. He caused so much damage with those. Lots of innocent people lost their homes and their lives. I don't trust him any more than the others."

Peter's face turned stony as he thought about the archer.

"He shot me in the back once. Went right through my right side."

"He did what?" Luke growled, walking from behind the bar and over to Peter.

"Yeah, right here." Peter said, lifting his shirt and tracing the scar on the side of his stomach, then moving to the part on his back.

Luke looked at the two scars, not missing a few others as well.

"Jesus, kid."

"I keep trying to tell you all. The Avengers can't be trusted this blindly! They could turn at any moment, and you could end up with the same scars as me......or worse."

Luke frowned as he watched Peter try to keep his breathing calm. He wasn't sure Peter having contact with Sam was a good idea anymore. It didn't matter what intentions the man had, being around him definitely opened Peter up to chances of having to see the other members of the team.

"I worry though, that I'm letting positive memories of Sam cloud my judgement here." Peter sighed. "I'm worried desperation for that connection is taking over."

"You can always keep to meeting here. You never have to meet him anywhere you don't want to." Luke shrugged. "I know you're tired of hearing it kid, so I'll save a lot of it."

Peter frowned, unsure of exactly what Luke was going to say.

"I don't have a problem with the Avengers, but I'm also not you. I don't have your past, so my opinion means nothing. Sam though, Sam's not an alpha. He's a beta with no romantic interest in you. I don't think it would be a big deal to consider the option of some form of friendship with him. Shit on the others if you don't want to."

Peter didn't know what to say. He was genuinely worried as to what accepting Sam's offer might lead to. The worst scenarios running through the forefront of his mind. Still, the possible benefits kept pushing their way in.

"I'll think about it.

#let us love you #luly #a/b/o dynamics #Peter Parker/Tony Stark #Peter Parker/Steve Rogers #Peter Parker/Thor #Peter Parker/Natasha Romanoff #Peter Parker/Bucky Barnes #Starker #spidershield #winterspider #spiderwidow

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lemonpeter · 3 years

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Mine.

Day 4: Jealousy/Competition for @starkerfestivals omegaverse week

Sorry this is a day late. I’m not doing good. I got dumped last night which. Sucks. Today is the anniversary of something really bad so that’s been weighing on me all week. And I’ve just been dealing with having a lot of work and chronic pain junk. So. I’m a little slow right now. But I’m doing my best.

Warnings: a/b/o, omega!Peter, alpha!Tony, power bottom Peter, jealousy, nff

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It never failed to make Peter’s nose turn up when he caught the scent of another omega on Tony.

It was never direct; not like anyone had scented his alpha purposely. But it still bothered him. Because that meant that the entire day while Tony was away, other omegas got his attention when Peter didn’t.

Not a lot of things made Peter jealous. But that was one of them.

He tried to control his jealousy at first. He didn’t want to seem awful and have Tony leave him for it.

But then he learned that the alpha actually liked seeing his possessive side.

So he didn’t hide it.

As soon as Tony was home and Peter caught the first whiff of an omega’s unique scent on his skin, it was over.

He stood slowly, walking to the bedroom doorway and the alpha followed after him. Just as he was supposed to.

“Peter, what is this?” Like he didn’t know. Playing innocent. “I just got home. Let me sit down

The omega pulled Tony in by his tie, eyes glinting with something dangerous. “Alpha,” he said softly. “I don’t think you’re understanding....”

He shoved him onto the bed with probably more force than necessary, but it made the point.

The alpha watched him curiously, eyebrows raised. “Peter. What has gotten into you?”

Peter straddled the older man’s thighs before moving to sit on his stomach, hands on his chest and effectively keeping him down. “Someone else touched my alpha today. My alpha,” he growled possessively.

A shiver ran through Tony’s body. “All yours, honey,” he promised. “You know that.”

“Do I? Maybe I don’t.” He looked over the alpha, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Alpha was letting other omegas close to him.”

“Just for business, baby.”

Peter knew that Tony couldn’t avoid contact sometimes. Scents would linger. But he was going to show his alpha that he didn’t like it. Make him remember who’s he was.

He quickly undressed his alpha and then himself, claiming his spot again as he sat on the older man’s stomach.

He felt abs clench under him and he smirked. “What is it? Didn’t already get enough attention today?”

“Please, omega,” Tony breathed. “Ride me, honey. Show me who’s I am.”

Peter scoffed. “I know you’re mine. You know you’re mine. I don’t know that I should reward you. I think I’ll take what I want...and leave you hard and pitiful.”

He slowly reached behind himself and stroked Tony’s cock, smirking slightly at the noises it drew from the other man. “Already whining. Didn’t you get enough today? Didn’t some other omega already come along and get you off?”

Peter knew that Tony would never cheat. Ever. But he knew the talk just turned the alpha on more. Made him want him more. That was the goal.

“No, Pete, of course not. Never. I’m only yours, omega.”

“You’d better be.” He slowly lifted himself before sinking down on the alpha’s cock, groaning as he was filled.

Tony dropped his head back, an almost pained sound leaving him. “You’re so wet, honey...tight...fuck.”

Peter hummed softly, starting to ride the other man without waiting for him to give the go-ahead. Peter was the one in charge. He got to decide how things went.

The alpha just took it, hips rocking pitifully and moaning a high whine.

The younger man grinned. “You’re my alpha. Mine.” He clenched down hard to draw another sound out from the alpha. “You won’t get this from any other omega, will you?”

“No, baby, I won’t,” Tony babbled. “God, your ass is so perfect....”

He laughed softly, biting his lip as he moved himself faster. “Thank you, alpha.”

His hands stayed on Tony’s chest, thumbs teasingly brushing over his nipples every so often.

Peter kept going, not holding anything back even when he felt Tony’s knot start to swell and try to catch enough to tie them together.

The omega knew how things were going to go. He had his entire plan.

He took his own cock in hand, stroking quickly as he felt himself getting close to his high. He ignored the pleas and cries from the alpha under him as he dropped his head back.

“I’m gonna cum,” he breathed, cock twitching in his fist. He went still on Tony as he came, orgasm wracking his body until he spilled all over the alpha’s chest.

It took him a minute to come down from his high, breathing hard and slowly rubbing his cum into the older man’s skin. There. His scent wouldn’t be able to be ignored for a while that way.

Once he was back to focused, he zeroed in on how much Tony was clearly holding back. “I don’t have to let you cum today.”

The alpha cried out, hips rocking up weakly as he trembled. “Please, omega. Please, let me claim you. I’m yours. All yours.”

A slight smile tugged at the younger man’s lips. His alpha was so pretty when he begged. “Okay. Okay.” He started moving again, hissing at the slight oversensitivity.

Tony was almost instantly on the edge, continuing to beg for his orgasm.

Peter loved the pretty words, basking in them as he kept riding the alpha.

“Please- oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, omega,” Tony whimpered, head dropping back against the bed.

The omega didn’t stop moving, fucking himself on the cock until the alpha’s knot swelled enough to lock them together and he felt warm cum filling him as deep as possible.

Tony moaned as he rode it out, hips working weakly as he came down from the high.

The younger man just watched him with amusement all over his face. “You’re not gonna get that from anyone else, alpha. You’re all mine.”

“All yours,” he agreed, breathing shakily. “Fuck, why would I even want anyone else?”

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #tw a/b/o #omegaverse week #omegaverse starker #starkerfestivalsevents #my writing #omega peter parker #alpha tony stark #I think that’s all the tags #I’m genuinely so tired y’all #I’m sorry if this is garbage

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sohin-ace · 3 years

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Mista - By the Silvery Moon

Werewolf Mista and his vampire girlfriend.

I wanted some soft spice so I made my own food.

You laid peacefully upon your boyfriend on his bed, bodies pressing deliciously against each other with the odd feeling of your temperature difference.

Somehow, never was it unpleasant for you to snuggle on the overbearing warmth of your favourite wolf and neither was it for him to feel the ice of your skin, refreshing on his furry skin.

It was basically a routine by now. You both could only see each other at night time, and Mista was busy as ever. Loyal as he was to his team he always did his best to be present for them at all times, even though it meant not having as much quality time to spend with his lovely girlfriend as he would like.

Tonight was one of those rare nights. He laid lazily on his bed and you would always come lay on top of him, showering him with affection and his most favourite belly rubs and head pats.

You both stayed in comfortable silence. Sometimes, you'd strike some casual mindless conversations, and it was those small moments that made your nights together so precious. Just being close to each other, regardless of species.

In the mondane vampire society that you belonged in, you'd be damned to not marry a man of your rank and class, and Mista would be equally damned to not mate with a proper omega from his own pack. But both of you couldn't care less for these old out-dated traditions. Nobody hardly followed those strict rules anyways nowadays, except for the most conservative of people.

Who cared if a vampire girl and a werewolf boy had fallen in love? Who would even stop you? You found each other and nothing could ever change that.

You were laying your head on Mista's broad chest and caressed the bits of skin on his exposed stomach, making the male shudder delightfully as he held your small frame flush against him.

He never got tired of rubbing your cold back, wondering how you could live with such skin of ice. He also never got tired of touching your hair, the scent of you even more prominent in it, driving him absolutely crazy.

You carefully lifted yourself up to stare at your lover who looked blankly up into nothing in particular on the ceiling, but instantly shot you a lazy and handsome smile as your eyes met. Gosh, he was so cute.

"Hello beautiful." He playfully called out and you grinned at his uncalled spontaneous cheesiness.

"Hi sexy~" You giggled and you could feel his torso spasm under you with his deep chuckle.

You moved to climb up just enough to get impossibly closer to his face and he let you do as you pleased, spreading his legs wider to ease your access and loosening his strong grip around you.

You looked over him with a fondness that was reserved for him only, and he knew there was nothing else in this eternal world of yours that you looked at with the same adoration in your eyes.

"Woah..." He breathed out through a lopsided grin "Girl, your eyes always make me feel some kind of way, dang... Shooting fucking bullets with those red eyes, somebody arrest you before you kill someone!"

"Oh shush, pup." You teased at his dorkiness and booped his nose. He hated it when you treated him submissively, but he never stopped you either.

"Hey, don't call me that! You freaky bloodsucker." He glared at you.

Ignoring his thoughtless offense you made yourself more comfortable on him, your personal mattress for the night, and proceeded to smooth your hands over his 3-days beard, caressing his cheeks and admiring his chiseled face.

You did remember Bucciarati convincing him to shave more often because of how fast Mista's facial hair grew. Funny advice coming from a Mothman who was half covered in fluff himself.

You had to resist the urge to peck Mista's very inviting lips as you hovered over him, propping yourself on your elbows at each side of his head. As sweet as you looked and as cute as you were in his eyes, the poor werewolf could not be immune to your intimidating and pressuring natural vampiric aura.

It was always a blurry thing, the natural hierarchy of monsters and humans. People fought everyday to make this unfair discrimination and hierarchy disappear, but no one could deny the strong overpowering aura some species had over others without even controlling it. Vampires, demons, sirens, titans among many others. Species that could make anyone else falter underneath them with just one look, one word, one step.

He trusted you with absolution to never do him harm and he was confident in his physical strength and power to counter anything, but truly, the intoxicating anxiety your glowy red eyes could put him through sometimes, prompting him to sweat and tightening his throat...

That was hot as hell.

"Come on..." He murmured more to himself than to you, but seeing his hungry gaze on your blood red lips so close to his, it was more than obvious what he wanted from you.

And you obliged. First, pecking his lips in a million tiny blooming kisses, almost too cutely for his own likings. Your sugary little smooches way too innocent for his current needs.

Fortunately for him, you were quick to catch on, or maybe it was on purpose that you teased him, he couldn't guess. Your shy fluttering pecks soon turned much longer, slower and more languorous with time, much to Mista's appreciation.

He couldn't help his big clawed hands from roaming along your back, eager to having you pressed even harder against him if that was possible, never getting enough of you.

Mista was the vocal type. You knew it wouldn't be long until he started making noises that would either alert the neighbours, or alert the most sensitive bugfolks that would most likely come check the commotion and maybe try to bask in some nice lamp light too while they were at it.

So, before he could ask for more, which he was eagerly expecting, you moved your lips to kiss along the corner of his mouth, to his prickly cheeks, then traveled down to his jaw and neck.

He released a low and animalistic growl at your defiance and lack of cooperation.

"... What do you think you're doing?" He asked lowly, his voice deep and gruff as you showered his neck with some sweet loving.

"Nothing," you muffled against his skin and he shivered from your cold lips and breath on his sensitive skin as you sighed, "You smell so good..."

"You... You wanted blood?" He scoffed and clicked his tongue, "You could have just asked... You damn vampires..." Mista did not hide his disappointment, thinking you'd initiate in some hot make out session only to stop cruelly and feed on him.

That wasn't the case though. You didn't like to use your boyfriend for blood, and surely, it wasn't a procedure you took lightly either.

There were plenty of volunteers for that service anyways, and you preferred the person be both physically and mentally ready for you rather than just randomly partake in some unrequited violent neck biting. You wouldn't waste the short and precious moments with Mista on such trivial and unnecessary reasons.

"No, no, I don't want to draw blood from you. I don't need it, I'll just satisfy myself with your scent." You buried your face deeper into him, taking in the smell of his blood, coming strong, fresh and vibrant under his tan skin of musk. "Plus I wouldn't dare bite you with no preparations. That's unfair."

"You're too cute." Mista snorted and wrapped his long and sturdy arms around you, squeezing you hard and lovingly.

Godamnit, he wanted to be mad at you but you were so adorable and sweet, he couldn't help but feel so lucky and privileged to have you. Not everyone could brag about having such a kind-hearted, hot and brilliant vampire girlfriend.

But he could.

"I love you princess. But really, you can take from me anytime you want. We've talked about this already, cara."

You moved to look back up at him, your gaze soft. "No, it's fine. Not now. For now I want to make the most of the little time we have together before the sunrise."

He laid his head back in contemplation. That was right. You'd have to go back home at least 30 minutes before dawn to prepare for bed without being in danger. Nights were too short and Mista's weeks of work were too long.

"My poor little babe will be blood deprived..." He cooed half jokingly and caressed your soft hair, sympathizing with your struggles.

"It's fine. I get less and less hungry when I smell your delicious, sweet virgin blood."

"Vi-.... VIRGIN?!" He shot up, almost shaking you up, "Who said I was a virgin?!"

You laughed at his outburst and his eyes were horrified and wide as saucers on you as you tried to calm your fit of laughter.

"Hehehe hahaha! I can smell it! It's so obvious! Please keep it that way, it tastes great too. Very nutritious and easy to digest~" You commented, giggling behind your hands.

The poor male blushed, unable to counter attack truthful and straight facts. "Nooo...." he whined, his wolf ears flattening down against his head in defeat.

"Don't be down, amorino." You cooed and gently caressed his face, "You know I'm just teasing~. Let me make it up to you."

And as you said that, you snaked your finger in his curly hair, slowly massaging his scalp and eliciting a groany sigh from the male. That was his biggest weakness, besides you, of course. Gentle head scritches. No werewolf could ever stay indifferent.

Just having your long nails rake so pleasurably along his scalp and dancing around and behind his wolf ears sent him to a pure state of bliss.

"A-ah, Y-Y/N... Aah thanks... Feels g-great hehe..."

"So polite. What a good boy."

Subconsciously, Mista's tail bonked loudly the side of the bed repeatedly with excitement, like a natural response to the praise.

It was cute, you thought, how much he could act like a puppy sometimes. Even though he hated to hear it from you, and rathered appear strong, dominant and protective for you, because he could be just that for you, and keep you safe.

You kissed him again and he instantly caged you back in his arms, planting his claws on your back and shoulders possessively. He was so crazy in love for you and the realization that he'd be gone for another long mission without seeing you hit him suddenly, which prompted him to tighten his legs around your hips and effectively emprisoning you with his limbs.

With his mind filled with thoughts of you only, and feeling your body pressed so delighfully against him, he kissed you even harder, giving you all his passion as he was getting drunk off your ministrations and intoxicating scent, both fruity and metallic.

"Hmph Guido..." You moaned on his lips and he could swear you did it on purpose. "Slow down."

"You're testing my limits babe, I don't like that."

"Hmm... It's 5 A.M." You whined softly between his insistant kisses and love bites.

"So what? I don't see your point. Let me have you." He mumbled huskily and you had to push him down to let yourself speak without interruption.

"I have to go, the sun is about to rise."

He groaned in annoyance and went limp under you, defeated. You chuckled at his reaction and propped yourself back on your hands as he released you.

"Fuck... Already? We barely did anything..." He huffed, beaten by time itself which was stealing his girlfriend away from him.

"We did a lot actually. I fed you, we played games, gossiped a bit and cuddled for like... 2 hours."

"We had a tickle fight too. Can't forget about my victory..." He proudly added before smirking, "... And your cute little noises."

"Shut up!" You slapped his arm as you sat up. Oh no, he was going to rub it in again, you knew it.

"Kyaaaah~ stop it! Guido not there aaaah~! AAAAAHHH~" He obnoxiously wailed and moaned exaggeratedly with an awful girly voice.

"SHUT UP! I didn't even say that! I don't even sound like that! You're gross!"

After a few more, well-deserved slaps from you and a fit of laughter from him, you eventually got off of the boy and fixed your clothes, walking away from the bed as he joined you.

"Aww but really babe," He wrapped his long arms around your waist from behind and buried his nose in your hair "I'll miss you..."

"It's okay sweetheart," You craned your neck and reached behind you to hold his face, "5 days fly by fast. And Bruno is kind, he'll give you a vacation if you ask him nicely."

Mista sighed, nuzzling into your hand and relishing in your soft hold. He was probably being dramatic in your eyes, acting like each day was the last one, but he wasn't completely wrong. His work field was more dangerous than he'd ever let you know, and even if you did know, he was well aware that you weren't even close to being afraid of death as he was. Vampires were immortal, after all, werewolves were not.

"Guido..." You called out, voice careful and airy.

"Hmm?"

"Don't be scared."

The male pulled away from you and stared at you with wide eyes. Scared? Was your kind really that sensitive to other's emotions?

His heart raced and he stuttered. "Huh? What- How did you-"

"I can smell it Guido, your hormones are strong." You turned to face him and grabbed his huge clawed hands in your ice cold ones, looking tenderly into his eyes. "You know I would never let you die."

Mista gulped. You knew. Of course you'd have guessed, you were so perceptive. He was dense to believe he could hide anything from you. There was nothing he could say when you read him like an open book and pinned him into place with your confident stance and fierce eyes.

"I..." He huffed heavily, avoiding your gaze "I can never be sure, Y/N. I didn't tell you everything about my work...."

"I know." You brought his hands up to your face and pressed a gentle kiss on his knuckles, his fur soft against your lips. "But don't forget my abilities. I'll turn you into a vampire without hesitation if anything were to happen. If I'm not here, Giorno will do it, we've already established this."

Mista's eyes widened at this revelation. You talked with Giorno? Even though the blonde was only half-vampire, he did have strong healing abilities, but the werewolf wouldn't have expected the vampires would ever work together to actually revive any of the team members in worst case scenarios. Thinking about it, it may even have been Bruno's idea.

Mista scoffed, unbelieving. "You sly bastards... You guys know the implications of turning people into hybrids, right?"

"I don't care. I want you safe and to stop worrying." You smiled and pulled him closer to you. "We'll talk about this later. Now kiss me."

Pushing his worry and melancholy to the side, the male obeyed and bent down to capture your lips hungrily again, hugging you almost uncomfortably hard. Mista wasn't really one to hold back much, and only you could either handle him, or put him back to place.

"Get home safe babe. Call me when you arrive." He murmured, still craddling your face close and you matched his whispers.

"Will do. Sleep tight, cuore mio."

Not quite wanting to separate from each other, you hesitated to move and had to use all your willpower to actually start walking towards the window, Mista still holding your hand and following close behind.

He opened the window for you and helped you hop on the frame, the moonlight long gone to leave space for dawn.

You shot one last look to your lover and blew him a kiss, making him grin goofily, "Bye bye Guido."

"Love ya, Y/N."

And with those sweet words, you jumped out the window, only to transform into your bat form and flying off into the early morning sky, your presence and your scent still remaining in Mista's room, on his skin and on his clothes.

Certainly, he had nothing to worry about.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #writing #jojo #x reader #reader insert #jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #mista x reader #guido mista x reader #guido mista #mista #werewolf mista #reader is a vampire #vampire reader #monster au #part 5 #jojo part 5 #vento aureo #golden wind

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shadoedseptmbr · 3 years

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kiss prompt

So that one line Kaidan has in 3? That one line just absolutely haunts me. And some nonny dropped another anonymous kiss request in my inbox the other night (who are you i don’t bite much) for desperate kisses. And I’d been trying to figure out a thing. And so we get this, a little angsty, the morning after my Verge story.

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“Next time...wake me.”

Aedan frowned at him and Kaidan had to admit if he still looked like he had in the mirror this morning; exhausted, circles under his eyes and lines drawn around his mouth, she had a reason to doubt.

“Scooch over.”

He lifted his eyebrows but moved over on the recliner. She sat and ran her finger down the line that was probably not long for a permanent wrinkle between his eyes.

“Headache?”

“No.” She looked sceptical and he shrugged, admitting, “Little one, not bad. Already took something.”

“Okay.” She pressed a kiss to the corner of his eye. “Then tell me, what’s going on?”

“Shepard…” They were supposed to be getting ready for a mission. A monastery for asari. He’d been reading up when she came in. Was supposed to be reading up, instead of staring out the port view.

She set her pointy elbows on his chest and propped her chin on her hands. “Nope. I’ve got time. You tell me or I’m just gonna sit here until you cave.”

He breathed out hard through his nose but there was a ghost of a smile around his mouth. “Brat.” He didn’t get playful Aedan very often, he wished he was up to it.

“Oh, absolutely.” She fluttered her eyelashes with an impish smile he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen.

He reached out to trace his fingers over the curve of her cheek and he grimaced at the slight tremor in his fingers. He felt her easy posture stiffen in alarm. “Are you hurt? Kaidan, did something happen while I was on Omega that you didn’t…”

“No… no. Just- wait. EDI, privacy mode, please?”

“Privacy engaged, Major Alenko.” He heard the door cycle to locked.

He had to breathe out a few times to explain, to make himself tell her. “I just...it’s hard. Sometimes.”

Her eyes narrowed, trying to follow him. “What is? I mean besides...everything?

She loved him. He knew it and this was...he wanted...“Waking up without you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

She pressed closer. You don’t talk about...I haven’t asked, I guess. Me vanishing for a week didn’t exactly help, did it?

“You didn’t do it on purpose and I know it. But sometimes...sometimes I wake up and you aren’t there and I have to...I can’t help but think about it again and most days it’s fine. I take a breath and remember and it’s okay. And some days…”

“It’s not.”

And she couldn’t promise him that he wouldn’t be left again. He couldn’t promise her, either.

“It's really not. I’m just...over thinking, running out scenarios.”

“Being you?” There was such fondness in her voice and this time he did laugh.

“Yeah.”

But she turned serious and patted his chest. “What can I do? Besides waking you up before I go. I’ll do that, okay?” It was typical of her, trying to fix what seemed broken.

“I just need to…”

She cut him off. “You don’t need to by yourself. Sweetheart...I’m...you’ve gotta tell me if you need me to do something I’m not doing.” She grimaced, as if frustrated with her own limitations.

He knew, he knew she didn’t have the time to deal with all the emotion, with the relationship stuff. That all that was going to have to wait. If they got the chance, at all. He tried to reassure her, “You’ve got enough on your plate without worrying about…”

“Nothin’ on my plate more important to me than you.” She said it quietly, out to the stars on their left.

“Aedan…” She growled as he tried to dismiss that and something shifted between them as her eyes locked on him. As that vaunted control broke and her hand clenched in his shirt and suddenly, the Aedan sprawled across him was someone he’d only caught glimpses of.

“You think I’m lying? Kaidan, if I thought I could keep you safe and ...I don’t know... pirate us out of this, you think I wouldn’t do that? If I could make you happy by running, I’d do it. Right now. Wouldn’t be the first time I stole this fucking ship.”

He looked into her eyes. Laser focused on him and ...god, it was amazing, he’d forgotten.

He’d managed, somehow, to forget what it was like to be the center of her universe.

Or maybe, he’d never known. Never realized he was.

Maybe the Aedan who had gone down with the SR1 hadn’t been able to tell him. And maybe the only difference in them was this.

The breath he’d been holding, counting, trying not to let speed up into hyperventilation released as she continued, in that low, almost savage, purr.

“Every reaper I kill, I keep you safer. Every ally I duct tape back together, every shot I make keeps you safer, gives us another minute. I’ve got ninety million things out there that need my personal attention everytime I poke my head up and I don’t fucking care anymore except that it gives us time.” Her harsh whisper ran like a caress down his spine and the cold knot hitched in his lungs unfurled under the fist she had clenched over his heart.

Enough so that, he could draw his thumb across her bottom lip and shake his head. “That isn’t true.”

“Like hell it isn’t.” Kaidan felt the buried desperation of her declaration in his gut, the rawness of her expression made him want to curl around her. But...

“Aedan. I want to be in the fight. I’m just having a bad day.”

Some of the intensity in her gleaming eyes faded. Not gone. Just...folded away like she’d tucked it into a pocket. Knowing it was there...knowing it was for him? That was...that was a lot. So was the softness of the brush of her lips on his forehead. He closed his eyes and breathed in.

“I know.” whispered against his temple.

“Commander?” Joker’s voice sounded apologetic over the comm.

“Yeah, Joker?” She nuzzled against his forehead and he swallowed a laugh,marveled again at the steady command voice even as her fingers curled into his chest.

“We’re coming up on Menae.”

“Okay, going to suit up, now. Tell Vega and Liara.” He leaned into the silent press of lips against his.

“Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as the comm clicked off, Aedan lunged in, tugging at his lower lip with her teeth until he opened up, met her with a groan in his throat. She changed gears, not backing off but shifting the kiss until it was deep and slow. Until his toes curled, his fingers dug into her back, until he saw stars, even with his eyes closed. Until he almost could believe he was the center of her universe and there was no hurry in them.

But seconds were ticking away again and Kaidan pulled back, reluctantly, from the tight little noise she made in protest. As far as the grip on his shirt, her fingers in his hair, would allow. Her eyes had gone dark as she dragged them open, up from his lips and her breath washed warm over his skin.

“Don’t you ever think you aren’t the first thing I think about and the last thing I’m holding on to, every single day.”

#sept writes #kiss prompt #fshenko #l'essai et repose

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starkerkeyz · 4 years

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Love Me Sweetly, Kiss Me Softly

Length: 6543 WC

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Mads💗: So. This was meant to be a one shot, first of all and we had plans to post this on Vday and didn’t finish on time 😅. Second, our RPs have gone from complete smut to… this? 😂 I swear, the intention is smutty though 😱 and it will be! …Later.

Keyz 💖: It was supposed to be a one shot! But then, we kept building up the world and thinking up ideas for more and more interactions. This is the longest we’ve gone without writing smut!

Warnings: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF (for nooow), intersex omegas, naughty but innocent Peter?

Peter isn’t even fully awake when he reaches for the slim dildo on his bedside table. His body knows the motions and he’s able to slip it inside with a sigh of contentment.

His body is sleep warm and lazy but the building orgasm has no problem reaching its peak. It only takes a couple of thrusts of the toy since Peter’s well versed in getting himself off. He doesn’t even need to touch his cock before his body shudders in completion, slick and cum soaking into the towel he had laid beneath him before he fell asleep last night.

He drifts back into lazy dreams for a few minutes more and then finally rouses.

The thin blanket gets tossed to the side and he stretches long, lean limbs before finally sitting up. His dildo is on the bedside table again and he takes it along for his shower.

It’s his daily routine and he makes it to work on time for his shift.

His ears, long and the same sandy brown as his hair, gently flop as he bounces into work, a beaming smile on his face. It may disgruntle some of the other workers, morning people, they are not, but they expect it of Peter.

His fluffy little tail pokes out from his bottoms and it wiggles in excitement as he ties on his apron.

“Register duty,” MJ tells him gruffly.

“You got it!” Peter chirps back.

It’s another perk of being his kind. Bunny pheromones tend to lull customers into a cheerful mood so it’s like they’re getting a shot of espresso before they even get their coffee. There are downsides to it, but Peter tries not to dwell on it.

He’s still signing into the register when the first customer arrives.

“One second, sir,” Peter says, just making sure the customer doesn’t think they’re being ignored. “Registers always take a bit to start up… Ah– what can I get started for you…?”

“Tony, gorgeous. I’ll have a large caramel macchiato, sub almond milk.” Tony winks at the cute omega bunny boy that’s been fluttering around behind the counter with a happy little bounce.

He didn’t think rabbits really did that outside of TV but here -Tony looks at the nametag- Peter is, bouncing around with a smile and a tail wiggle and it’s bringing up Tony’s day just seeing the chipper young man getting set up.

Tony flicks his triangular ears in the direction of someone laughing from further in the cafe and then centers back on Peter. All that movement draws Tony’s predator instincts like a magnet. The alpha instincts on top make him want to pin the bunny to one of the coffee machines and attempt to fuck the bounce out of his step.

Peter calls out the order, the words barely registering in his head before they flow out his mouth. He does an excited little wiggle when the machine is ready and then he’s punching in the order with quick, dextrous fingers.

“Large caramel… macchiato,” Peter confirms, “almond milk!”

Tony can’t take his eyes off of the happily wiggling cutie. Just watching Peter prance around with a smile and a bob of his fluffy tail was a mood enhancement. He’d heard that rabbits could do that with their pheromones if they aren’t terrified of the wolf hybrid nearby.

He’s never been around a bunny not scared of him. This is nice.

Peter finally glances up, a smile on his face.

“That’ll be–” Peter barely pauses when he gets a look at his first customer, but recovers quickly. “$5.53, Tony!”

It’s a new customer! And– Peter’s eyes grow wide because he looks like–

His eyes dart to the number of customers in line. It’s the morning rush and he pouts a bit to himself when he realizes he can’t take the time to talk to this new customer. To Tony.

Tony smiles and makes sure his teeth, and subsequently, his fangs, don’t show. He doesn’t want to scare the bunny away with his hunger and he’s aware that his very pheromones can set some prey types on edge instinctively.

He’s got a hint of wildness to his scent that no dog would ever bring to the table. His fangs are just a little too long, his eyes just a little too intent, and his tail just a little too stiff.

“Long shift today?” Tony asks casually.

He takes a discreet sniff, nostrils flaring out as he tries to subtly figure out if Peter’s single without asking outright. He likes the challenge of using his senses to sleuth it out as much as he wants to avoid the embarrassment of being rejected if Peter has a girlfriend or boyfriend.

He doesn’t smell another person but he does catch the deep notes of relaxation and lingering sex that come from masturbation. It makes Tony imagine Peter naked and wonder how soon he could get him there again.

Tony’s tail wags fluidly behind him with the idea of seeing when this cute bunny might have a break. He might be able to wait for it and chat him up some more if it’s soon.

His tail freezes when he realizes Peter can’t possibly have one coming up if he just got here. Then it droops, hanging down the back of one leg and staying there. Tony’s smile drops to a polite lip curl.

Peter probably gets asked out all the time on the clock anyway. Bad idea, really.

Behind him, Peter’s fluffy tail is going crazy with excitement. He recognizes that Tony is a wolf. There’s no other excuse for why the hairs at the back of his neck tingle with warning.

But even though the instincts are there, Peter’s become very good at ignoring them. They live in a modern society and those prey instincts are just relics of the past.

They do some pretty exciting things to his body though. Peter gets a burst of adrenaline which he tricks his mind into translating as excitement.

It’s another reason why they like to put him up front. Bunnies give off those yummy scents but Peter was particularly good at not being prey, no matter what his instincts scream at him.

So it’s easy for his scent to remain carefree and inviting and for Tony, he thinks it even deepens in curiosity. He’s never met a wolf before…

Tony’s dark ears catch Peter’s attention and he just wants to reach out and see how velvety smooth the fur is.

“Oh…! Yes,” Peter laughs, face going a bit pink when he realizes he’s been keeping Tony waiting on an answer. He fidgets a bit with the little bow tie they have him wear.

Tony’s eyes and ears both flick down at the motion, honing in on Peter’s throat where the bowtie lies on his neck. Tony’s pupils expand like he’s on the hunt. His tail shoots up so fast he knocks the person crowding behind him into giving him more breathing room.

Peter’s been through this often enough that he recognizes an opening when he sees one. Usually, he brushes them off, playing ignorance and claiming naivety. It’s not really a good idea to give out his shift hours but…

A quick little discrete sniff gives Peter so much intel on his new customer. His scent reminds Peter of warm summer nights and maybe oak?

Peter likes warmth. Peter likes summer nights.

“Wow, buddy, calm that nub down,” Ned laughs behind him as he passes by.

Tony hides his laugh behind a hand, knowing he couldn’t possibly hide his fangs. His tail lifts higher in excitement and starts wagging stiffly back and forth as he waits, hoping that the stalling and the bouncing is a good sign. It’s been ages since Tony tried dating someone, and never a bunny.

Peter freezes again but then pretends it didn’t even happen. His tail continues twitching, he can’t really control that part and Ned knows it.

“I usually have a break around one…” Peter offers, heart skipping beats. He tries for casual and his fingers curl to stop them from playing with his ear. “If you’re around.”

“I could make the time,” Tony offers.

It’s hours away yet. He drums his fingers on the counter and then picks up the pen used for receipts. He scribbles his number on a spare scrap of torn receipt and slides it over to Peter, fingers lingering.

Peter’s eyes dart to the tiny slip of paper before his hand shoots out to take it. His face blushes pink and he knows it’s futile to try hiding this from Ned and MJ but he still tries.

He knows he should assure Tony that he shouldn’t be inconvenienced just for him but he can’t bring himself to say the words. Their fingers brush and Peter’s heart quickens even more.

“I’d really like that,” he says with a smile.

He tucks the note into a pocket in his apron for safekeeping.

“Maybe we could get something to eat after your shift sometime, too?” Tony hopes he’ll say yes. The little omegan bunny smells so fresh and bright, like springtime grass and freshly bloomed flowers. Growing, ripe, fertile.

Tony feels like an asshole for thinking such stereotypes.

To Tony, Peter smells ready for sex and adventure. Like he would be perfectly at home taking a tumble with someone in the middle of a hike. Like he’s definitely gotten grass stains on his knees from fucking in a meadow. Like the athletic cutie wouldn’t say no to being held against a large oak tree and knotted-

Tony clears his throat and pins his ears back with a chiding shake to his own foolish head. He needs to be better than that. No one deserves to be stereotyped into a cock slut just because they were born with certain ears and tail.

“Your pick.” Tony doesn’t want to come across as more of an ass by asking if Peter’s vegetarian. Is that insulting to assume? Tony hasn’t been around enough prey animals he wants to make a good impression on to know.

The request surprises Peter but in a very good way. His smile turns sweeter and he leans forward, drawn in by the wolf’s charm.

“I’ll think of something,” he says, meaning he’ll be frantically texting everyone he knows for a good place to take a wolf. “Maybe I’ll have something if you do stop by at one.”

“Looking forward to it,” Tony says in answer, leaning forward in mirror to Peter. His ears are fixed onto Peter, not even flicking away to catalog the hiss of steam and blaring of alarms.

It almost feels like the world has narrowed down to the two of them and Peter’s more than happy to remain in that bubble.

Until Ned pops it.

“Large caramel macchiato, almond milk,” Ned calls out, “For Tony!”

Peter straightens, eyes darting back to the screen. His ears swing back, one covering his right eye. “Oh, um, $5.53.”

His face feels so warm and he feels a bit embarrassed to have gotten so smitten by a mere two minute conversation. He tucks the floppy ear back, giving a flustered smile.

Tony can’t stop grinning as he fishes his wallet out and pays. He makes sure their hands brush again when he gives Peter a cash tip, winking at the blushing bunny. He wants to be allowed to brush his ear back for him next time.

“I’ll see you at 1, Peter.” Tony tips his caramel macchiato at him in salute and steps out of the way to let him get back to his job.

Peter’s eyes trail after him as though his brain hasn’t gotten the message that he’s at work. Of course, he snaps back to attention when the next customer, a regular, clears their throat.

“See you,” Peter sighs out, head completely in the clouds and heart in la la land.

Tony makes his way out of the cafe and back to his day with one more meeting on the books.

Internally, he’s giddy to have a shot with someone so smoking hot and unbelievably cute. And his smell!

Tony just wants to bury his nose right in the source of all that beautiful freshness. He could feel his gums aching and saliva pooling in his mouth already and shakes his head, slapping at his own cheek for focus when he’s sure the bunny couldn’t possibly see him being so weird.

“Okay. Time to get everything I had planned up to dinner done before noon.”

Tony sips at his drink. His mind drifts back to Peter.

Should he bring chocolates? Could bunny hybrids eat chocolate? Hybrid canines could eat up to four pounds of the stuff before it reached toxicity levels and was considered normal to gift out in small, elaborately wrapped packaging. Maybe Pepper would know…

Tony arrives with flowers that smell like Peter and a little fancy clear bag of oatmeal and carrot bunny cookies in his pocket that Google told him is the most coveted brand on the market. Pepper had told him to only bring one or the other but he couldn’t decide and leaving one behind made his tail flick and swish agitatedly, leg bouncing with stress.

So he has both to present.

He pushes through the door with his free hand and scans for Peter. He automatically begins cataloging the many scents swirling around the shop; identifying people, machines, ingredients, cleaners and more so that he has a map of the place visually and through olfactory within moments.

His tail goes high and side to side when he spots the bunny, ears alert. He sweeps through the tables and up to Peter in a flash, holding out the flowers with another carefully subdued smile.

“Hello, beautiful. Thanks for letting me see you again so soon.” Tony sweeps the cookies up out of his pocket and gives them to Peter on top of the flowers. “I hope you like them as much as the reviews say you should.”

Whatever Peter’s expecting come 1 PM, it isn’t this. Truth be told, the bunny was a ball of nervous energy in the past half hours, worried that the wolf wouldn’t show.

Seeing Tony walk through the doors of their little cafe has Peter so giddy with happiness that he isn’t sure how his feet are still on the ground.

The sight of the flowers already has his eyes growing wide but he recognizes the brand of cookies Tony gives him. They’re a very well known brand of cookies and they’re expensive too. Peter has only allowed himself to buy them a couple of times a year as a treat for him and May so this unexpected treat has Peter’s mouth dropping.

He takes both items, looking at one and the other then back at the waiting wolf.

Tony waits for Peter’s verdict with a small dance of weight between his feet and a continuous wagging of his tail. He holds back from nudging the treats closer or barking to prompt a reaction, just barely. Peter’s wide eyed silence was starting to make him wonder…

The wolf let out a tiny whimper as the seconds ticked by. Was he wrong? Did he pick a bad brand?

“Oh, thank God,” Peter blurts out, “I wasn’t sure if you just wanted to talk or just be friends or– I don’t know, maybe get a free coffee now and then but– but you… you like me? Like… maybe…”

He’s babbling, he knows he is and what’s embarrassing is he does quick anxious little wiggles in place as he talks. He clutches onto the flowers then makes a worried sound when he realizes he might be crushing them.

They’re a sturdy bunch though and he’s relieved to see that not even a single petal was bent.

“I’m glad you like them and no, I definitely didn’t mean just friends. Not for this and not for that dinner invite. I want to get to know you better and maybe… I mean, if you’re single and I’m single…” Tony needs to stop talking. ‘If you’re single and I’m single’ like that isn’t how typical dating worked. The wolf shakes his head at himself, furry little ears flicking in self disapproval, and hopes Peter will overlook his awkwardness.

“Honey Bunnies…” Peter says in awe then realizes something else. His eyebrows twitch as he realizes. “Wait, how did you even get these? This flavor isn’t supposed to be out until next month.”

Honey brown eyes look at the wolf with barely veiled delight. If someone accused Peter of being a puppy right now instead of a bunny, he wouldn’t even fault them for the mistake.

This has to be puppy love…

“I love these things,” Peter says. “I– I shouldn’t even ask how, right? They’re a gift so I should just be saying thank you.”

Tony is glowing from Peter’s reactions to his presents. He takes a seat across from the bunny and leans forward, ears and eyes focused with laser intensity on the cutest bunny on the planet.

“I looked up the flavors and ordered the one that sounded best to me, honestly.”

He knew he’d be the one eating it if Peter didn’t like it and paid extra for the gamble. Oatmeal and carrot sound pleasant enough to him.

Oatmeal and wheatgrass? Barley and broccoli? Not really appetizing to a wolf that grew up on the iron rich delicacies of lamb chops and steak and learned to navigate dinner parties with the refined taste of sushi and caviar.

Tony yips quietly to himself to refocus on Peter at present, a small sound he’d taught himself (with Rhodey’s help) that no one else should be able to hear in the cafe.

College had been a nightmare of sounds and smells distracting him until his friend taught him self direction through vocal cues. Something they did in the military, he’d said, but Tony thinks he was just covering up whatever therapist technique it was. Probably meant for dogs.

Tony’s ears twitch and his eyes scrunch the slightest as he notices himself drifting again. He yips firmly to himself and then tunes back into the person he actually wants to pay attention to.

“I was wondering why they’re called Honey Bunnies the more I read. Most of the cookies use grains and vegetables for the main flavor.” Tony shrugs a shoulder. He doesn’t handle marketing in his company for a reason. He smiles at Peter and ducks his head, almost like a bow as both hands settle flat on the table. “I can bring you a new flavor next time if you like?”

That sounds like heaven but Peter can’t possibly accept.

He shakes his hard so hard that his long ears swing side to side.

“You don’t have to!” He tells the wolf, “I-I mean… They’re hard to get sometimes… a real pain… And besides, even these will last me a while.”

It may or may not be true. He hasn’t tried these and he might just as well scarf them down if they’re that good. They’re always that good though… He’d be lucky if he could save some for May to try.

Tony waves off Peter’s concerns about money. He doesn’t expect any kind of favor system or to get presents of equal cost. He gets the people he likes material things because seeing them light up and enjoy them makes him warm and excited.

He likes hunting down the perfect gift and preening from a job well done when it’s well received. So if Peter likes those special honey-not-honey cookies, then Tony will get him as many as he can stand to eat.

Peter tucks his unruly ear back into place, peeking at the wolf with a smile.

“And, um, they’re called Honey Bunnies cause… cause the founder was a non-rabbit kind who wanted to give his doe something to munch on…” Peter says with wide eyes.

Considering Tony hadn’t known, there’s no way he could’ve planned some sort of meaning behind the gesture. But… considering he bought it for Peter, isn’t it the same, anyway?

“Ahh… I see I’m not the first to fall for a cute pair of ears then, huh?” Tony reaches out and gently tucks Peter’s ear away for him. His eyes sparkle a little and he enjoys the simple pleasure of feeling how absolutely velveteen Peter’s ear is below his fingertips.

Peter’s cheeks warm up and he knows his tail is twitching in excitement. He tries not to let it get to his head but it may be too late.

He boldly reaches over to squeeze the wolf’s hand before his nerves get the best of him. A moment later and those same fingers retreat.

“I… can be your honey bunny if that’s what you want?” Peter almost squeaks.

Is this how flirting is done? He’s never really cared to try… He just hopes he’s not making a fool of himself

Tony reaches out for Peter and repeats the motion back, squeezing his hand gently. He leaves his hand over Peter’s instead of pulling back as the bunny had done, smiling broadly enough to show off his upper and lower canines and sharpened incisors.

The bunny’s eyes can’t get any wider but his breath does catch at the sight of Tony’s fangs. That sweet adrenaline courses through him once more, warning him to run but Peter’s fascinated.

“Of course, I’d love that! I’m definitely going to get you more cookies though, if you’re going to be my honey bunny and all.” Tony winks outrageously, flopping his ears with it to add even more comedy to the effect.

The little ear wiggle is adorable and only makes Peter want to reach out and touch them. Coupled with the wink, Peter ends up beaming at the wolf, disarmed and maybe a bit enamored.

Looking at Tony, Peter can’t imagine how anyone can be afraid of him.

“If you insist, I won’t say no,” Peter says and it comes out a bit shyly.

He’s out of his depth here and he doesn’t want to seem ungrateful or to give Tony the wrong idea. He turns his hand over and twists their fingers together in a loose hold.

Peter is so unbelievably sweet and pure. Tony wants to lean over and kiss the breath out of him to seal the deal, but it feels almost wrong to be so forward with the bunny boy. This is literally their first date, ever, so Tony can wait and be a gentleman.

Judging by how hesitantly Peter had touched his hands just now and how flustered he was receiving the presents, he’s either incredibly good at acting or very inexperienced and nervous.

He’ll let Peter set the pace in either case. He could keep it in his pants and his hands to himself for as long as Peter needs to feel ready. No pressuring or assuming.

Even drop dead gorgeous bunny boys like Peter could be virgins.

“Can I still take you out to dinner sometime? When are you free?” Tony swishes his tail behind him and resists the urge to slide his hands forward and scent the backs of Peter’s hands with his wrists.

He’s being a gentleman. He’s going to go slow. He could do this, for Peter.

“My shift ends in three hours,” Peter says automatically. He blinks when he realizes how eager it sounds. “But my next day off is Thursday…”

Thursday seems so far away and Peter’s little bunny heart wants to curl up at the thought of not seeing the wolf until then. But he has to play it cool.

He doesn’t realize it but his lips pucker into a gentle pout.

Tony wants to suck that pout between his fangs and keep it safe. He’s almost panting after Peter, the cute bunny managing to turn his head in circles with just a smile or a pout.

Tony is a wolf but he’s charming and easy-going. He doesn’t trigger any of Peter’s instincts besides the normal ones that predator scents incite in him. For Peter, he feels relaxed and doted upon.

How could he not? He has pretty flowers that he knows MJ was eying earlier and Honey Bunnies that Ned will try to steal. He wouldn’t take a courting gift from his best friend….

… Is the wolf courting him…?

Tony takes one hand off Peter and reaches into his pocket with the other to grab up his phone. He doesn’t want to stop touching Peter now that he’s been allowed.

That’s probably too intense, isn’t it? Especially for a first date? Tony doesn’t want to scare Peter off by going too fast…

Peter feels like he’s blurted out too many embarrassing questions already. Tony’s already shown his interest and while that reassures him, the bunny worries about some other things. This being the first person he’s ever wanted to know better in a more intimate sense, he realizes that what he wants may be fast for the wolf.

Bunnies would already be humping by now. May not even exchange names because who needs names when that itch needs scratching…? Peter’s always been a bit different though.

Or so he thought. Looking at the wolf’s roguish smile, he feels his insides warm and his belly clench with excitement.

His fingers twitch beneath Tony’s but he gives the wolf another smile. He’ll behave… He doesn’t want to scare Tony off with all those intense rumors about bunnies that happen to be true…

Reluctantly, thinking the twitch meant he’d overstayed his welcome, Tony places both hands on his phone. He uses the tech as a prop to keep his hands full and fiddling and not grabbing the bunny’s soft hands back up and holding on like a creep.

Peter already misses the warmth from Tony’s hands but he doesn’t chase after him even when his instincts want him to.

“I work pretty much every day but a lot of it I can do from my phone. So just let me know if another day or something works better, don’t be afraid about me not making it.” Tony says to his phone, both ears pointing at Peter and betraying where his attention truly is. He doesn’t dare look up at Peter.

Valentine’s day is this Friday.

Peter might not even want to celebrate. They just met and Valentine’s could be a pretty big deal to some couples. Or maybe Peter wouldn’t feel comfortable spending it with a new paramour. There are so many good, sound, logical reasons Peter could say no. Tony doesn’t want to pressure him and will leave it up to the omegan bunny to decide.

He really, really hopes, though.

Peter leans forward and lets his fingertips brush against the back of Tony’s hand. It barely does so but even this bit of contact makes him happy.

It’s Monday…. And Peter normally does not like Mondays but perhaps he has to change his mind on that. He feels giddy just looking at the wolf.

“Um, well I’m working every day until Saturday…”

Tony tries not to let his disappointment show. It’s not Peter’s fault he’s scheduled that day and can’t rearrange his entire work schedule for a sudden, intense new interest like Tony. Peter’s still willing to entertain a second date and Tony needs to focus on that positive instead of the other negative.

There are other big events they could spend together in the future. Tony will have to plan ahead, that’s all.

Peter subconsciously tugs on his ear with his free hand as he considers what to say.

“I work late tomorrow… But I get out the same time on Wednesday and Thursday… Friday, I’m supposed to close,” he says as he mentally ticks off his work schedule.

He creeps his fingers closer until he can gently rest them on top of Tony’s wrist. He can feel the strong steady pulse right there and it feels like his heartbeat resets to mimic it.

Tony feels his ears and tail drooping in pleasure when Peter’s slender fingers come to rest right on his scent gland, bold and soft at once. Peter willingly scent marking himself makes Tony’s heart rate pick up the pace where it’s running laps around his ribcage.

His nose and ears twitch in conjunction as he tries to sniff out what Peter&Tony smell like off of Peter’s skin.

Grass and forest. Meadow and heat. Those weeks when spring is heating up into summer, the air simmering itself pleasantly along sweaty, flushed skin. The well seasoned frenzy of mating ruts and bountiful, fertile heats.

Alpha and omega and predator and prey and Peter&Tony.

Peter ducks his head a bit, peeking at the wolf with a hesitant smile. “Is Wednesday or Thursday okay with you…?"

Of course, he’d like to see Tony more, but he doesn’t want to be a clingy person. They’d only just met and Peter already feels he’s falling for the guy.

Tony yips to focus himself, realizing he’d gotten lost in the smell of their first real scenting. He smiles widely at Peter, giddy that their scents are so compatible. He knew Peter was special.

“Wednesday or Thursday is fine. I think Thursday would be easier for me though, if you don’t have a preference?” Tony has to hold back from offering to take Peter out both nights. He can’t overwhelm the bunny or he might run.

The thought of chasing him produces a high, excited whine that he quickly bites back with a nervous glance at Peter. He doesn’t want to chase Peter to scare him, but he doesn’t think the truth would go over well either. Telling him, on the first date, that Tony’s whining at the chance to chase him down and fuck him wherever he catches him would be a good way to get tossed on his ass.

“Sorry. Happens sometimes. Um. When I’m… looking forward to something.”

Now, Tony’s blushing and looking down at his hands. He sees Peter’s fingers on his wrist and is reminded of their wonderful scent all over again. It only makes him more flustered and happy.

The sound surprises a smile out of Peter and he leans closer. He’s never really been around wolf types and has only really seen them from afar. There were a couple when he was in school, but he never really paid attention to them. His ears have learned long ago to filter out those kinds of noises as background sounds so any barks or yips were generally ignored.

He thinks the sound Tony made is adorable and Peter kind of wants to hear it again. He also wants to know what other sounds Tony would make. Being a wolf… would he growl during intimate moments?

Peter’s face flushes. He’s not used to having these kinds of thoughts at all! But instead of weirding him out, he lets the feeling flow through him and settle.

Tony watches Peter’s facial expressions, amused at his expressive face and the dark blush that’s starting to crawl up his neck. The bunny is so cute. Tony wants to lick his plump, blushing cheeks to taste the heat and the sweetness that must be there. Peter was too pure for anything less, Tony was sure.

Peter wishes now that Tony had sat next to him just so they don’t have this distance between them.

Then he perks up. His ears don’t have the muscles to stand straight up but the tops do rise a bit in his excitement.

Tony’s eyes and ears zero in on the motion in a single snap. His lips part just enough to show a hint of fang and a flash of tongue as he licked his lips.

"Have you eaten yet?” Peter asks, hoping to extend their time.

He’s only supposed to take a thirty minute break and he’s already used a good chunk of it… But suddenly, he’s famished.

“Hold on, lemme just–” He dashes off without another word, ears flopping as he rushes back to where Ned’s making drinks.

Tony watches him go with no shame. Peter’s ass is a bouncy round handful and his tail is a flash of color against the cafe’s uniform that Tony wants to bite.

He hopes no one else in the cafe can see how hungry he is for something other than food.

It only takes him a few minutes and a few overdramatic claims of possibly starving to death before Ned brushes him off with a grin. There’s a reason why Ned’s his best friend and Peter would straight up crush him in a bear hug if he wasn’t holding a cup of steaming hot coffee.

He returns to the wolf but doesn’t reclaim his seat.

“Ned said I can take the rest of the day off,” he says, a bit breathless.

Then, realizing the implication, he stutters a bit. “But, I mean– You don’t have to spend the whole day with me, I know you’re probably just on break and have work too. But maybe, uh, I was thinking Five Guys? Their burgers are really good and– Oh, God, I should’ve asked you first.”

He bounces anxiously on his toes, ready to rush back behind the counter. He can pretend he hadn’t just completely made a fool of himself.

Tony stands up and steps closer to Peter. He tries not to loom but wants to be close enough to brush their hands and wrists together, the wolf wanting to soothe and strengthen their ties. He lowers his chin and ears to tell Peter he’s in control of the situation, not Tony, and signals with a tail against his leg that he would defer to Peter’s judgment.

Peter’s eyes are large and round when Tony stands. He’s taller than him by a couple of inches but for some reason, the bunny isn’t feeling intimidated.

Instead, he feels a sense of excitement and his fluffy little tail twitches. He’s not sure why he feels so at ease. Something in Tony’s eyes, the warmth and deep brown that reminds Peter of warm, sun-soaked soil beneath his bare fingers…

His body sways as though it’s being lured in by the wolf’s calm demeanor.

Peter has to force himself to focus when the wolf talks.

“I’m starving, actually. I haven’t eaten since yesterday if you don’t count coffee.” He’d skipped out on breakfast to avoid a board meeting, which is how he found himself in Peter’s cafe this morning. Then, he’d skipped out on lunch in order to make it to this date with Peter and get all his work done.

Possibly he had skipped dinner the night before, too. It was hard to tell; when Tony got focused he could go for a long time without food. Whenever he emerged and remembered, he’d eat a significant portion of his own body weight in food and sleep for 10 hours.

Then he’d usually repeat.

“And I happen to have the rest of the day off, myself. So don’t worry about it, I’d love to extend this date.”

Tony flicks his eyes at Peter sidelong, hoping that the bunny isn’t so upset anymore. Tony could smell the anxious wafts coming off of him earlier and he wants to make sure not a drop of his scent is tainted with stress. Peter deserves to smell happy and fresh, ripe and fertile-

The fast flowing words sweep away the worry that hovered around the boy. In fact, the news that Tony’s free has Peter giddy and ready to bounce in place from sheer excitement.

Tony wanting to extend the date though… Peter feels like he’ll just melt right there.

Tony yips to himself, flicks a reproachful ear at nothing, and focuses on Peter again with a small, nervous smile. He keeps talking to stop himself from straying in his thoughts.

Peter’s eyes catch the quick movement of the wolf’s ear– a cute little flick and the bunny thinks it’s so adorable. He almost wants to nibble on it just to see how Tony would react then.

His eyes widen and he quickly shoves the thoughts to the back of his mind before his scent gives him away.

“Don’t be alarmed if I eat them out of house and home. Wolf stomach. I’ll pay.” Tony wouldn’t ever make a date pay the tab he’s about to rack up, even at a fast food place like Five Guys.

Tentatively, Tony laces their fingers together, making an inquisitive noise from the back of his throat as his ears perked and lowered in a wiggle of question.

Peter looks at their interlocked fingers and practically vibrates in place from sheer delight.

He honestly doesn’t make much. Even just comparing the two of them, it’s obvious who’s making bank.

Tony’s suits are tailor fit and Peter’s wearing jeans and a silly t-shirt of no brand. Black leather shoes, brightly polished compared to the standard converse Peter wears… yeah, it’s painfully obvious to the bunny, but the sight of their hands clasped together seems more important than that.

“I’m only accepting,” Peter begins, “Cause I’m getting the next tab.”

Tony’s ears flick a quick negative before just as quickly sweeping back and down, chagrined at his automatic dismissal of the bunny. He rubs his thumb against Peter’s wrist, scenting himself. He doesn’t want Peter to feel inadequate or incapable.

He understands the urge to provide; it lives in his blood and bones.

“That’s doable. Back and forth, right?” Tony smiles with fang. He’s pleased with the implication of that. Of course, there’s going to be more dates.

Peter nods enthusiastically, making his floppy ears waver in the air.

“Right,” he says with a wide smile.

He brings their joined hands up and rubs his cheek against the back of Tony’s hand, grateful and affectionate.

Tony steps smoothly into Peter’s space so that he’s crowded up close, their shoulders bumping and arms tangling together. His tail relaxes towards Peter, swishing through the space where another wolf’s tail would have been brushing back in returned affection.

He waits patiently for Peter to finish and then gently, almost reverently, brings Peter’s wrist up to his mouth. He kisses the pulse point, hot and with fang pressing to skin, dampening the bunny’s skin with his lips and teeth. He turns and rubs his cheek on the sensitized spot of skin, signature facial hair rubbing his scent in where he’s already primed and stimulated Peter’s scent gland.

His scent would linger like a calling card for weeks. His ears stood tall and tail up straight behind him, proud to have been allowed the privilege and challenging anyone to try and take Peter from him.

Peter’s resolute on this money thing. He doesn’t want Tony to pay for everything even if he’s more than capable of doing so. He’s glad Tony doesn’t argue with him on this. He’s not sure he would’ve been able to resist because the wolf has those kinds of eyes that just makes Peter want to melt and blindly agree.

Then he smiles sweetly at the wolf, squeezes his hand once and sets off towards the Five Guys just a couple blocks away.

Mads 💗: Peter is a very horny bunny but he’s also a very romantic bunny and wolf Tony is perfect 😭 Just wait till we earn the E rating lol 😏 The upcoming date is awesome toooo 😂

Keyz 💖: Tony is trying SO HARD to respect his bunny! If only he knew how badly Peter wanted to be defiled 😂 The date is so good it will probably be the entirety of ch2!

#keyz fic #starker #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #nff #at beginning #ABO #alpha tony stark #omega peter parker #hybrid au #wolf!tony #bunny!peter #intersex omega #fluff #sweetness #softness

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Best Two Out of Three, Part 14

Is it too early to post this? It’s only 10:30 a.m. here. But whatever, I can’t wait.

This part came about pretty much exclusively because @what-does-mine-say wanted suits. But now that it’s done I’m a little nervous y’all might murder me for putting you through yet another emotional ringer? ESPECIALLY after what happened on Dynamite last night?

*awkwardly dances away*

Best Two Out of Three

Part: 14/26

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC x Cash Wheeler and Adam Page x OFC

Warnings: Angst, alcohol use, language

Word Count: 4k

Catch up on previous parts here.

It was the night before Dynamite, and after what had happened with Kenny the previous week, Alex had decided that a serious girls’ night was in order. She’d been somewhat nervous to ask Callie—were they friends now? She didn’t really know—but Callie had been so thrilled when she had that she’d immediately kicked Adam out of their hotel room—"Go drink with Cash and Dax, or something,”—and dragged Alex to the store to get supplies. Now they were loaded up with everything they needed for a proper girls’ night: face masks, take out menus, alcohol, chocolate. Yes—this was just what Alex needed.

“Is it bad that I’m actually excited to kick Adam out for a while?” Callie grinned as they made their way back to the room.

“No,” Alex assured her. “I mean, Cash and I are still in the honeymoon phase and he’s definitely getting it later, but right now I could really use some girl time.”

Callie smirked. “You know you have to dish about that, right? It’s girls’ night law.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “About Cash?”

Callie just nodded.

“I don’t know,” Alex hesitantly returned. “If I dish about Cash then you have to dish about Adam, and that might just be weird.”

She shrugged as they arrived at the room. “I don’t know; we could compare notes on how good a kisser he is.”

Alex stared back at her smirk, stunned. “You want to talk about the time I made out with your boyfriend? Who are you and what have you done with Callie?”

Callie just playfully rolled her eyes as she used her key card to unlock the door. They entered the room; but as they walked further inside, they both came to a sudden stop at what they saw. Two bunches of long-stemmed red roses laid on each bed next to two beautiful cocktail dresses.

Alex let out a surprised gasp—but Callie’s reaction was a bit different. “They’ve ruined girls’ night.”

Alex sent her a look as she hurried over to the bed with the wine-colored dress. She didn’t know why, but she felt like that one was hers. Sure enough, a note on top of the dress said her name. She read it out loud. “Alex, meet me at the bar at eight. Cash.” She looked excitedly at Callie. “What does yours say?”

She picked up the note from her dress. “The same,” she said. “Well, except for the names, obviously.”

Alex couldn’t stop smiling. “It looks like they’ve planned a double date,” she said in a sing-song voice. She picked up the dress. It was a sexy little lace number with a plunging neckline and spaghetti straps that crossed in the back. She bit her lip. Cash had probably bought it because he thought it would look better on the floor.

“Well, mine is a bit extra,” Callie said as she looked over the dress Adam had gotten her. It was a one-sleeved figure-hugging LBD—and it was covered entirely in sequins. She smirked. “I love it, but it’s definitely extra.”

“Callie,” Alex started. “Adam’s shirts? You have to be extra to compete with those things.” She nearly snorted with laughter. Callie couldn’t help but return it.

“Fair enough.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Sometime later, Callie and Alex walked to the elevators to head down to the hotel bar, all done up in their new dresses. And even though they’d tried their hardest to pry it out of Adam and Cash while they’d gotten ready, they had no idea what they had planned for the evening.

“If they made us dress up, they must have too, right?” Alex asked as they stepped onto the elevator.

“They better have,” Callie returned. “I have a thing for suits. Adam doesn’t wear them enough.”

Alex let out a laugh. “What, his bolo ties don’t do it for you?”

“Oh no, they do,” she assured. “But suits are different.”

The elevator arrived at the lobby with a ding. Alex’s heart thrummed faster in her chest as they made their way to the bar; and when they arrived, heat spread throughout her core. Adam and Cash were in suits—and fuck Cash looked sexy.

She hurried over and pulled him into a feverish kiss, unable to contain herself. He moaned against her mouth, drawing her close. Alex was seriously considering dragging him off somewhere private when he pulled away, nipping at her bottom lip as he did. He practically growled as his eyes trailed over her body.

“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?”

“Mm, why don’t you tell me?” she purred.

He smirked. “Trust me, it’s not appropriate.”

“Get a room,” Adam commented—but Callie kissed his neck.

“You don’t scrub up too bad, cowboy,” she whispered to him.

He let out a growl himself then. “Don’t start that yet, we won’t make it to the restaurant.”

Callie just smirked.

“How long have you two been planning this?” Alex asked.

“Since last week,” Cash answered. He gave her a cocky grin. “I’d say sorry to ruin girls’ night, but I’m not sorry at all.”

“Me neither,” Adam added. “That dress wasn’t cheap.”

Callie lightly smacked his shoulder. “Well where are we going, then?” she asked him.

“This new place that opened up downtown. It looks pretty fancy and we thought, why not? You two deserve the best.”

Callie and Alex exchanged a grin. Clearly, Adam and Cash had really thought this out.

“Come on,” Adam added. “The car’s already here.”

The two couples walked hand-in-hand toward the front entrance of the hotel. Alex hugged Cash’s arm as they stepped out into the evening air; but, suddenly, her heart flew into her mouth. Matt, Nick, and Kenny had just arrived, and they were walking right toward them.

Her eyes connected with Kenny’s. She looked away, guilt rising inside her; and then, unexpectedly, Cash nodded at them.

“Hey, boys!” he smirked. It wasn’t an attempt at a friendly greeting—he was clearly showing off. Alex tightened her grip on his hand in aggravation—she’d asked him not to rub it Kenny’s face, multiple times—but he mistook it for affection and squeezed back. All she could do was roll her eyes, her heart still in her throat.

“Guys and girls,” Nick nodded at them as they passed. “Big night out?”

“Just dinner,” Adam returned. It seemed like he was trying to downplay it, Alex noticed. Maybe she wasn’t the only one harboring some guilt over the situation. “Y’all have a good night,” he added as they reached the waiting SUV.

“You, too,” Nick returned. Neither Matt nor Kenny said a word.

Cash helped Alex into the car. As she slid into a seat and buckled her seat belt, she couldn’t help but look out the window after Kenny. She watched as Matt clasped a comforting hand on his shoulder as they disappeared into the hotel. Her stomach twisted. He must know, she thought. Of course Matt would know; Kenny was his best friend. It made her wonder if anyone else knew.

Cash slid a hand onto her bare thigh, drawing her attention back to him. He leaned into her ear. “I hope you don’t like that dress too much, because I promise I’m gonna rip it off you as soon as we get back to the room.”

He pressed a kiss to her cheek. She gave him a coy smile as he squeezed her leg. But she couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach.

* * * * * * * * * *

Adam had been right—the restaurant was fancy. Out of the four of them, Callie was the only one who didn’t seem completely out of her element. But Cash and Adam leaned into it and ordered a bottle of champagne for the table. Alex had more or less downed her first glass and was already on her second. She needed it after that run-in with Kenny.

Their appetizer had just arrived when she pushed back her seat. “I’m gonna go hunt out the bathroom,” she said.

Cash gave her teasing grin. “That champagne went right through you, huh? Should we order another bottle?”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“No, just a little buzzed. I want to make sure you’re good for dessert later,” he returned with a wink.

“Man,” Adam shot, “stop stealing all my lines.”

Callie lightly smacked his shoulder again as she pushed her seat back, too. “I’ll go with you. Girls have to use the bathroom in pairs,” she joked.

They made their way through the restaurant toward the bathroom. Admiring eyes followed them as they passed by, some more obvious than others, confirming just how good they looked. As soon as they were inside the ladies’ room, Callie sent Alex a grin.

“Cash can’t keep his hands off you.”

Alex felt heat rise in her cheeks; but she became suddenly distracted by the full-length mirror on the wall. “Oo, this is a good selfie mirror.” She pulled her phone out of her clutch—but she froze. There was a text message on the screen. From Kenny.

You look absolutely gorgeous tonight.

Her heart beat faster in her chest as she stared at it. Callie walked up behind her and she came to her senses and tried to clear the message from the screen—but she wasn’t fast enough.

“I’ve already seen it,” Callie said. “Just ignore it.”

Alex let out a huff. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, that was easier said than done. She looked down at her hands. She needed to get last week off her chest, and now seemed like as good an opportunity as she’d get. “If I tell you something, will you promise not to say anything? Especially not to Adam.”

Callie’s brow furrowed. But she nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

Alex drew in a deep breath. “When I went to get your earrings last week, Kenny was in the locker room. He was drinking.”

Callie’s eyes bulged. “What?”

“That’s not even the half of it,” Alex went on. Callie stared at her, waiting. She spit it out before she could stop herself. “He told me he’s in love with me.”

She expected Callie to gasp, clasp a hand over her mouth, something. But she barely reacted. It was almost like she’d already known. And then she said, “Well, you don’t have to worry about me telling Adam that. He already knows.”

It was Alex who was confused now. “What?”

Callie shifted awkwardly on her heels. “Right after FTR doused Kenny in beer he and Adam got into it back in the locker room,” she explained. “Kenny blurted out in the heat of the moment that he’s in love with you. Adam told me about it at the hotel later that night.”

Alex took a step back against the wall, suddenly feeling lightheaded. That explained Adam’s reaction when they’d run into Kenny on the way out of the hotel. “Who else knows?” she asked.

“Just the Bucks,” Callie said. “They were in the locker room, too.”

Alex ran an anxious hand over her brow. “So that means all of us here know that Kenny is in love with me. Except my boyfriend.”

Callie gripped her shoulders, doing her best to calm her down before she could get any more upset. “Exactly—Cash is your boyfriend,” she said. “He planned this night for you, not Kenny. Who cares about a text? You look hot; I could’ve told you that. So put it out of your mind, and let’s go back out there and enjoy our double date. Okay?”

Alex worried at her lip. But she nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Callie grinned. “Of course I am. Come on, you need another glass of champagne.”

She took Alex’s arm and pulled her back out of the bathroom. And even though Alex knew Callie was right, she couldn’t put Kenny’s text out of her mind—and she doubted champagne would help.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kenny had sat watching his phone for the last twenty minutes after sending that text to Alex. He leaned back on his bed, cursing himself. He knew he shouldn’t have sent it, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself. When he’d spotted Alex walking out in that dress, she’d literally taken his breath away. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He wanted to tell her; he wanted to show her how absolutely perfect he thought she was. But he couldn’t, and it killed him.

And Cash. That Carolina bastard had known exactly what he was doing when he’d called out at him, Matt, and Nick with that stupid smirk on his face. Kenny’s hand had balled into a fist at his side, just itching to drop Cash where he stood; but then he’d noticed how Alex had tensed and rolled her eyes. As much as he wanted to, Kenny didn’t need to kick Cash’s ass. If he kept acting like a childish asshole, he’d shoot himself in the foot.

A knock on the door jarred Kenny from his thoughts. He let out a sigh as he stood and crossed the room; that would be Matt and Nick. They insisted on going out to dinner, even though he didn’t have much of an appetite at all. He knew they were just trying to be good friends and distract him from Alex—but that would be impossible tonight.

He pulled open the door. “You ready, bud?” Nick asked.

“We’re going nostalgic tonight,” Matt added. “TGI Fridaaayyysss!”

Kenny stared listlessly back at them. Their smiles faltered, clearly disappointed that he hadn’t shown the least bit excitement. “Whatever,” he returned. “Let’s just get out of here.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Later that night, Alex and Cash and Callie and Adam had returned to the hotel bar, not ready for the evening to end quite yet. Following Callie’s pep talk in the ladies’ room, Alex had managed to push Kenny’s text to the back of her mind—but it was still there, lingering, creeping back to the forefront every now again until she’d force it back down once more. Hopefully, Cash would make her forget it for good once they got back to their room.

“Okay, three whiskeys and a Sex on the Beach for my girl,” Adam announced as he returned to the table, not-so-skillfully holding four drink glasses in his hands. He nearly spilled Callie’s until she quickly took it from him. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Thanks, darlin’.”

She grinned as he sat down next to her. “Maybe we shouldn’t have sent the drunkest one to get the drinks.”

“What?” he proclaimed. “No, I am not the drunkest one.”

“Like hell you aren’t,” Cash returned.

Alex arched a brow at him. “You aren’t too far behind him, sir.”

He flashed a devilish grin. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll still make good on that promise.”

Alex squirmed in her seat at the thought—but then Callie suddenly kicked her under the table. “Ow! What the hell was—”

But Callie gave her a meaningful look and jolted her head in the direction of the lobby, which they had a clear view of from where they sat. Alex turned around; and her heart leapt into her throat again. Kenny, Matt, and Nick had just walked in and were crossing through to the elevators.

Adam spotted them, too. “Hey! It’s my tag team partner!” he loudly proclaimed. “Hey! Kenny!”

Callie reached for Adam’s arm to pull it down, but it was too late—he’d already waved Kenny over. She glared at him. “Are you serious?”

But Adam’s brain was too fogged with alcohol to see a problem. “What? He’s my friend.”

Callie bit down on her jaw and sent Alex an apologetic look. But there was nothing either of them could do about it. Kenny was already walking over.

“Hey, man,” Adam greeted him with a lazy grin. “Are you ready for our match against Dark Order tomorrow? The titles are on the line!”

Kenny’s brow furrowed with a mixture of confusion and amusement as he came to a stop next to the table. Next to Alex. “Yeah, I’m aware,” he said. “I’m ready, but… I’m a little concerned about you, now.”

Cash scoffed as he brought his drink to his lips. Kenny glanced briefly at him before Adam spoke again.

“What? Nah,” he shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. We’ll hit Last Call just like we always and do and walk out of there and still AEW World Tag Team Champions.” He motioned his glass toward him. “Trust me.”

Cash scoffed again. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” he remarked under his breath. Alex stiffened in her seat. She prayed that Kenny hadn’t heard anything. But she wasn’t so lucky.

“What was that?” Kenny asked.

Cash looked up at him. “I said enjoy having the championships while it lasts,” he repeated, louder that time. “Because, you know. They won’t be yours for much longer.”

He flashed a smirk as he took another drink. The same exact smirk he’d given Kenny earlier in the night. Anger rose in Alex’s chest. If Cash thought being a cocky asshole would turn her on, he was wrong. Not when it was this personal.

Kenny gave a sarcastic laugh. “Okay,” he nodded. “Well, I’m gonna go.” He started to leave—but then he stopped again. “Oh, and Alex.” He looked her right in the eye. “You look beautiful. Red’s always been your color.”

Alex stared back at him, mute. It felt like her entire body was on fire. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest that it completely overwhelmed her. But then Cash snapped her back to her senses.

“Wow. Really, Omega?”

He turned around in his seat, glaring up at Kenny. “Cash, don’t,” Callie warned, trying to stop anything before it could start—but Kenny spoke over her.

“What?” he asked. “I can’t pay her a compliment?”

Cash laughed wryly to himself. “You weren’t just paying her a compliment and you know it.”

Kenny stared back at him. He shrugged. “Maybe not. But you’re a fucking asshole, so.”

Cash’s chair scraped against the floor as he abruptly stood from the table. “You want to say that again?”

He got right in Kenny’s face. But Kenny didn’t flinch. “Don’t start with me, man. Seriously.”

“Oh, yeah?” Cash pushed him.

Adam stood from his seat. “Guys, come on,” he started—but Kenny pushed Cash back harder, causing him to stumble into the table, and the next thing anyone knew, Cash swung hard and punched Kenny right in his left eye. Adam scrambled to intervene, but before he could make it around the table Kenny struck back, clocking Cash hard across the mouth. Adam grabbed Kenny by the back of his shirt and jerked him back while Alex stood in between them.

“Stop!” she shouted. She glared at each of them in turn, anger bubbling up inside her. “You’re both acting like idiots!”

Neither of them could meet her eyes, looking stubbornly away from her scorn like two kids caught fighting in the schoolyard. Alex didn’t want to be around it.

“I’m not dealing with this.”

She grabbed her clutch from the table. Cash’s face fell. “Alex—”

“No,” she cut him off. “You’ve done enough.” And with that she stormed out without so much as a second glance. She didn’t want either of them to see her cry.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex hadn’t been back in the hotel room five minutes before the door opened and Cash walked in. She didn’t move or look up from where she sat on the end of the bed, still in her dress, tears and black streaks of mascara staining her cheeks. She stubbornly wiped them away as he moved toward her, but there was no hiding that she’d been crying.

“Sweetheart…”

“Don’t,” Alex said, her voice choked. She stood up and grabbed one of her hair ties from the nightstand, pulling her long hair up into a bun on top of her head as she pushed past him into the bathroom. She turned on the sink and splashed water on her face, cleaning it of her tears and ruined makeup. Cash came up behind her. She looked at him through the mirror. His eyes were full of remorse.

“I’m sorry, Alex. I know I ruined the night, but let’s not go to bed mad at each other.”

“Well it’ll be your fault if we do,” she bluntly returned.

His face fell. “I know.” He stepped closer and took her gently by the hips, pulling her back against him. “I just had an amazing night with the most beautiful girl in the world and I ruined it by acting like a hotheaded asshole.”

He pressed a kiss to her neck. When she didn’t stop him, he gave her another, and another. Alex’s eyes fell closed and leaned back against his chest. But as good as it felt, she was still mad at him. “Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t like what he said to you,” he answered between kisses. “I didn’t like the way he said it to you.”

“You antagonized him. After I asked you not to.”

He stopped. Their eyes met in the mirror. “I know,” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”

Alex frowned. She believed him. But an apology didn’t just make it go away.

She turned around in his arms. She reached up and brushed her thumb under his mouth. There was half-dried blood on his bottom lip. “He busted your lip.”

“Not before I gave him a black eye.”

She gave him a flat look.

“Sorry,” he returned. But he couldn’t stop from smirking.

Alex let out a sigh as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. “What am I gonna do with you?”

She felt him laugh against her. “I can be an idiot sometimes. But I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

She smiled and squeezed him tighter. “You better.”

He ran his thumb over her bare back as he held her, and Alex suddenly did want him to undress her. Slowly, deliberately. She wanted him to carry her over to the bed and make love to her.

“You know we’ve been together a month this week,” he said.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“It’s been the best month of my life.”

Alex’s heart thrummed faster in her chest. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. The vulnerability on his face gave him away before he even said it.

“I’m falling for you, Alex. I know it doesn’t make it better, but… I think that’s why I reacted the way I did when Kenny said that to you. And I know you don’t want to hear it, but the fact of the matter is I stole you from him. And I don’t know… I guess sometimes I worry he could steal you back.”

Tears welled in Alex’s eyes again. She felt numb—and she shouldn’t have. She should have been over the moon because the truth was that she was falling for Cash, too. Fast. Hard. But as she looked back into his eyes, still glassy from a bit too much to drink, she couldn’t help but be reminded of Kenny. He’d had that exact same look on his face last week, that same intense vulnerability when he’d told her he loved her. And if she didn’t do something, her guilt would cause his confession to come up like word vomit.

So she kissed Cash. Genuinely, deeply, not caring about the blood at his lip. When she finally pulled away, breathless, she looked up at him and said, “So make me yours, then.”

Immediately, Cash dipped down and picked her up, cradling her underneath her backside. And Alex brought her lips down to meet his, kissing him as they blindly made their way to the bed, hoping to tell him with her body what she couldn’t with words.

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fanficshiddles · 4 years

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Butterfly Into Chains, Chapter 5

Checking her phone for what felt like the millionth time, Esme huffed and stuffed it back into her pocket. She only had five minutes before she had to start work and she was still waiting for Mason to arrive. She didn’t even know what he wanted.

Just when she was about to give up and leave, Mason finally arrived.

‘I don’t have long, Mason. What’s going on? Why did you want to meet me here?’ Esme asked, slightly irritated.

Mason looked a little nervous, he moved in closer to Esme and locked eyes with her.

‘I need to claim you, Esme. You’re my omega and I need to make sure others know this.’ He trapped her against the wall with his hands at either side of her head.

‘Mason, don’t be so silly. You’re just being like this because of the Alpha pack.’

But Esme soon learned that he wasn’t joking around. He tried to kiss her, but she moved her head to the side so he wouldn’t get her lips. When she tried pushing him away, he shoved her back against the wall again and started lifting up her top.

‘Mason. Stop! I don’t want you!’ Esme squeaked, trying again to push him away and swat at his hands.

‘Come on, Esme. You’re always complaining about never being touched. Having to wait. But we don’t have to.’ He said urgently, grabbing at her wrists.

‘You’re just doing this out of spite. Not because you want me. STOP IT! GET OFF ME!’ She snarled at him.

Esme was starting to getting a little scared now. She didn’t want her first time to be like this. Just done in a rush because he was jealous. Especially not behind a damn Ferris wheel!

She was just about to scream for help, when suddenly a hand grabbed Mason’s shoulder and hauled him off Esme.

It was Tom.

The poor omega had never felt so relieved to see another Alpha in her life.

‘Leave her alone.’ Tom snarled at Mason, who looked downright terrified as he looked up at the other Alpha.

‘She… she’s not yours.’ Mason said, his entire body shaking.

‘She’s not yours either. Now get the hell out of my sight before I snap your neck.’ Tom growled, nostrils flaring.

Mason’s eyes widened, without even a glance at Esme he scarpered, tripping over his own feet as he ran off.

‘Are you alright?’ Tom asked, eyebrows creasing in concern as he looked to Esme.

Her response surprised him though. Instead of saying anything, she moved quickly towards him and hugged him tightly. He was a little startled at first, but after he was over the initial shock, he put his arms around her.

It had worked even better than he’d hoped, he smirked to himself.

‘Shhh, you’re alright. You’re safe now.’ Tom cooed, gently rubbing Esme’s back until he felt her calm down.

He could tell she was taking in his scent, and he wasn’t wrong. She loved the smell of him, of all his pack, actually. There was just something about them that was drawing her in.

‘Did he hurt you?’ Tom asked, cupping the back of her head as he leaned back to look down at her.

‘No… Thankfully. You came along in time.’ She smiled up at him after letting out a deep breath.

‘I am very glad I did. Now come on, let’s get you home.’

‘I can’t. I should be at work now, I’m already late.’ She said in a slight panic, stepping backwards.

Tom rubbed her arms gently. ‘No, you need to go home, love. You’ve just been attacked. No one would expect you to go to work after that. Come on, I’ll walk you home.’ He said firmly, yet with a gentleness in his tone too. But one that she wasn’t going to argue against.

Esme went along with Tom, they stopped at her work first to explain why she wouldn’t be in. Her boss was shocked to hear what Mason did. Esme knew the news would spread like wildfire through the town, part of her didn’t care. He was an asshole.

‘Are you sure you’re alright?’ Tom asked as they walked home.

‘Yeah… Thank you. I just never expected Mason to try something like that. He wouldn’t even hold my hand. I don’t know what got into him.’ Esme said, shaking her head.

‘Well, he is an Alpha after all. Even those from here, I’m sure, sometimes struggle to contain their inner most instincts and desires. You were meant to be his omega, something obviously triggered him to try and make that a finality.’ Said Tom.

Esme had a feeling it was no doubt because of Tom and his pack being in town that maybe triggered him. But at the same time, she felt that Mason would perhaps have shown his true colours in time anyway. She thought, and hoped, that any Alpha whether from her town or not would respect an omega saying no and to stop…

She knew that Tom would. He was such a gentleman, and had saved her after all. She was going to be forever grateful.

When they got to Esme’s home, Tom walked her up to the door. He was going to just see her inside and leave, but Richard opened the door before she even said goodbye to Tom.

‘Esme.’ Richard frowned, then he looked to Tom and glared at him. ‘What’s going on? Why are you not at work?’

‘I… I was attacked, Dad.’ Esme said quietly.

Richards eyes widened and he looked at Tom again as he ushered his daughter through the door behind him.

‘No, Dad! Tom saved me!’ Esme said quickly.

‘What?’ Richard paused, turning around to Esme. ‘Who attacked you?’

‘It was Mason.’

‘Mason?!’

‘It’s true, Sir.’ Tom said calmly.

Richard turned to look at Tom. ‘But he… why would he do such a thing? What did he do?’

Tom looked to Esme, who didn’t look like she wanted to share what Mason tried to do to her.

‘He tried to take her. To claim her. Your daughter asked him to stop, many times. But he ignored her. I happened to be passing by and heard her distress. I could smell her fear, too.’ Tom swallowed the lump in his throat, looking very disturbed about the situation.

Richard ran his hand down his face. ‘He wouldn’t… Esme, this can’t be true?’

‘It’s true… If Tom hadn’t been there, I don’t know what would’ve happened.’ Esme said quietly, looking down ashamedly. ‘I’m so sorry, Dad.’

Tom frowned. ‘Esme, you’ve nothing to be sorry or ashamed about, darling. This was Mason’s doing, not yours.’ Tom said softly.

Richard sighed. ‘He’s right… This wasn’t your fault.’ He turned to look at Tom. ‘I… I’m sorry. Perhaps we judged you all too soon. Thank you so much for saving Esme when she needed.’

Richard then put his hand out towards Tom, surprising both Tom and Esme.

Tom smiled and shook his hand. ‘Any decent man would’ve done the same thing… I’ll leave you to it, I just wanted to make sure that Esme got home safely.’

‘Well… Thank you.’ Richard nodded.

‘Take care, Esme.’ Tom smiled at her.

‘Are you really leaving today?’ She asked quickly before he left.

‘We are, yes. We didn’t want to cause anymore unwanted tension in your town.’ Tom said sadly.

‘Please stay longer.’ Esme begged.

‘Oh, I don’t know.’ Tom rubbed the back of his head.

‘I agree with Esme. You’re more than welcome in this town.’ Richard said with a half-smile. He was just so grateful that Tom had been there at the right time for his daughter.

‘Thank you. Perhaps we will stick around for another day.’ Tom grinned.

The news of what Mason did, or tried to do, to Esme did indeed spread around town quickly. His parents were ashamed and so was the Mayor. People tried to chase him out of town, but the Mayor decided to try and give him a chance, to try and reform him, were his words.

Esme was just glad that her parents were happier with the Alpha pack. They had been wrong to be so cold towards them.

She went to work the following day, even though her parents told her she should have a few more days off. But she just wanted to get back to work.

When it was nearing the end of her shift, she was delighted when she saw Tom and David approach her booth. Luckily it was quiet since it was nearing the end of the afternoon.

‘Hello, darling.’ Tom greeted her with the usual charming smile.

‘Hi, Tom. Hi, David.’ She smiled brightly at the two Alphas.

‘Are you doing ok? Tom told us about what Mason tried to do to you.’ David said, worry in his eyes.

‘Yeah, I’m good. Thanks to Tom coming to my rescue.’ She blushed a little.

‘Glad to hear it.’ David smiled, reaching out to give her forearm a gentle, reassuring squeeze that made her heart beat quicken.

‘Are you wanting tickets to go in?’ Esme asked, making Tom and David smile and their hearts melt. She was rather innocent and naïve.

‘No, thank you. We just came to see how you were doing.’ Tom said. ‘And, we wanted to see if you’d like to join us for some drinks this evening?’

‘Oh!’ Her face lit up at the invitation. ‘Uhm, yeah. That would be nice.’

‘Excellent. You know the hotel we’re staying in, yes?’ David asked.

Esme nodded.

‘We use room 504 as a common room, shall we say around seven?’ David suggested, looking to Tom who nodded in agreement.

‘Your… hotel?’ Esme squeaked.

Tom chuckled. ‘Yes. Even after events of yesterday, there are still many who aren’t fond of our presence here. And, we have to leave tomorrow morning. Work calls, unfortunately. So this would be our farewell drinks, that we’d love for you to join.’

Esme felt her heart sink upon hearing they were definitely leaving tomorrow.

‘Seven it is then. Room 504, did you say?’

‘That’s the one.’ Tom winked at her, grinning. ‘Oh, and we thought you might like this to keep you going until your shift is over.’ He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box of chocolates.

‘Thank you, that’s so kind of you. And I never did thank you all for the bracelet. It’s truly beautiful.’

‘You’re very welcome, love. See you tonight.’ Tom picked up her hand and kissed the back of it, David then did the same.

Esme could barely think straight for the last hour of her shift. But luckily it passed by quick enough. After going home, having a shower and then getting ready, she told her parents she was going to meet the Alphas, but she lied saying it was going to be in the bar next door to the hotel. She knew that even though they were happier and more trusting of the Alpha pack, they still wouldn’t like her to be alone with five Alphas.

But there she was, standing outside the hotel room of 504. Her stomach was in knots. She was excited to spend more time with the Alpha pack. But she was a little nervous at the same time, the thought of being alone with them in their hotel room...

She shook her head. This was Tom and his pack she was thinking about. She trusted them, they were lovely and very friendly. She felt safe with them.

So she knocked on the door, and was greeted by David. He opened the door fully and stepped back to let her in with a kind smile.

And she stepped trustingly into the lion’s den.

#Butterfly into chains #fan fiction #tom hiddleston #michael fassbender #david tennant #chris evans #benedict cumberbatch

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lycaran · 3 years

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Meet Lonnie

So uh...May have made a Hardenshipping fankid.

His name's Lonnie, an orphan street kid that Archie and Maxie adopted who counts as a fankid in my eyes, god damn it.

I can’t draw muscles or children to save my life.

Originally @cryptidanaphafsi did this I with their fankid I believe?

Info under the cut because I really started to ramble about details...A lot.

Bad Quality picture, but his adult versions both have a keystone in the middle of their mask that they use for Mega Evolution.

Notes:

RSE canon is Emerald, which leads in Alpha Sapphire in the future, though in this canon way, RSE events get resolved Without a protagonist. Hypothetical game futures for the SM and USUM games.

RSE Version -

-Still living on the streets at this point, 8-10 in age.

-Met a few times over the course of the story, usually found hiding around a corner after an encounter with Maxie or Archie(outside of hideout encounters), seems mostly in awe of how cool the plans seem.

-Selectively mute, if talked to he'll make gestures towards the player but since the player is about ten, all you really get from talking to him is "...."

-Jumpy, running off as soon as the player is done talking

-Vitiligo

-In the Sapphire & Emerald versions of the game, post game, he's absolutely Terrified of Kyogre, developing Aquaphobia as he grows older.

-Sometime post game, Archie and Maxie pick him up bc he still seems to tag along just behind one of them, and hey, the kid needs a home. And when they’ve patched things up, they’re really good dad’s.

ORAS Version, constants-

- Adopted pre-game and raised by Maxie and Archie before they split bc of differing ideals...again.

- Mid-twenties.

- Team Magma Admin.

- Aquaphobia from past trauma, selectively mute.

- I can't draw muscles but he's definitely the strongest person there, thanks to Archie and a bit of Matt.

- As an adult, Vitiligo patches have spread and caused part of his hair to grow in white.

- Personality wise, he's a rather nice man, only really being a sore loser. And takes after Maxie alot in the brains department, including dumbassery.

- He’s dating both an Aqua Grunt and a Magma Grunt, don’t tell his dads though. A grunt in the Magma hideout asks you if you want to place a bet on that happens when the bosses find out, then realizes you are Not one of the grunts, and runs off.

- Aqua Grunt is named Dew

- Magma Grunt is named Ashe

- I will draw them eventually, they will be mentioned elsewhere.

Omega Ruby -

-he appears somewhat sporadically, usually around Maxie. Fought once at Mossdeep city when the player beats the gym, viewing the player as a threat to Maxie's goal...and wanting to make use of himself, aquaphobia keeping him from following the rest of the team down to the Seafloor Cavern. Team: Crobat, Camerupt, Mightyena, Sealeo.

-A Grunt, Ashe, follows him around and acts as an interpreter. Talking directly to Lonnie is always "..." before the grunt buts in to explain what he's trying to say.

-When defeated by the player, he'll turn to the grunt, signing furiously, only for the grunt to exclaim "I can't say that to a child!" before Lonnie leaves in a huff.

- During the Delta Episode he's fought at the Magma Hideout, without Ashe, absolutely Livid about what Zinnia did to Maxie, and fighting the player as soon as they enter, seeing them as just something else that'll upset his dad. Team: Crobat, Camerupt, Mightyena, Walrein.

- Post Delta Episode, you'll actually find him alone in a house on the Battle Resort. When talked to, he still won't talk, but after interacting with him Maxie walks in to explain that he and his son were there, trying to lay low, relax a bit, and they're waiting on "a certain someone" to show up for a talk.

Alpha Sapphire Version, aka the Canon Version-

- Not very active story wise, always seen rather ominously popping up mere seconds after an interaction with Team Aqua. He doesn't have an interpreter this time, so all the player really gets is "...." then a yes/no text box before he leaves.

- Appears on Mt. Chimney with Maxie to try and stop Team Aqua's little attempt. Maxie will actually translate some of what Lonnie's trying to say, and while it would be nice, he doesn't exactly explain Why Lonnie tends to be tailing Team Aqua, Archie most specifically

-And ho boy. When Kyogre gets awoken, this poor man is having the Worst day.

- In Sootopolis, he's seen quite visibly shaking, signing Something at Archie, who might be having a "Oh shit." moment and a half because his Son is VERY MUCH AFRAID OF WATER, AND VERY MUCH CAN. NOT. SWIM.

- So yeah. Not a fun time.

- Half of what he's signing is ruined by how shaky his hands are. Ashe looks ready to strangle Archie, and Dew is reeling from the reality and Actually starts cursing Archie out as soon as the player leaves to handle Kyogre.

- Tbh if the two boys didn’t start trying to murder Archie first, Maxie might’ve.

- When Kyogre is captured, when the player leaves and all is said and done, he gives the player a piece of Cameruptite with a small little Thank You note.

- Battle Resort/Battle Maison, he is once again found in a house, but this time Maxie is already there. And once the player talks to the two, Archie walks in, but when that happens, the player is asked to leave so they can have a Family chat.

Sun & Moon Games-

- Okay this is just me being self indulgent and including him in my favorite games of the series, plus it’s just neat.

- Basically, he’s there on a honeymoon with Ashe and Dew.

- Even after the teams disbanded, he’s very partial to his Magma outfit. Only real change coming coming from the removal of the Magma symbols on his vest. Still keeping the combined symbols on his mask.

- More or less appears as a cameo. The only reason they’re even having a Honeymoon in Alola is because it has both Water and Volcanos near eachother.

- Shows up in post game, investigating the Altar of the Sunne/Moone as the idea of other worlds really peaked his interest.

- Funny Images: 6′0″ string bean and a 5′7″ man with average muscle trying to carry a 6′5″ man with muscle from hell because the waves touched him and he freaked out.

Ultra Sun & Moon Games -

- Mostly the same.

- With the addition of the player actually getting his help against Rainbow Rocket

- When reaching the mansion, Lonnie will be there. Along with Ashe and Dew.

- He’ll then “ask” which side the player wants to take on, fighting either Archie or Maxie depending on choice. Vs. Archie, he takes Ashe with him, Vs. Maxie, he takes Dew. The other of his husbands goes with the player to help handle the other boss.

- After this, you can find Lonnie, Dew, and Ashe at the battle tree.

- Funny Images: Trying to get Lonnie onto Aether, a man made island in the middle of the ocean.

Pokespe Version -

- His age is more me throwing darts at a board trying to guess when shit happens.

- He’s alot more playful and joking in this version.

Ruby Sapphire Chapter -

- 16

-Actually adopted prior to the Ruby&Sapphire Chapter, but in a surprising twist, stays mainly with Archie.

- Interacts with Ruby and Sapphire once, maybe twice through the whole Manga.

- Hard for Archie to be intimidating with a giant of a teen in a life jacket clinging to him everytime they get near water, but he makes it work

- He stays with Arche and team Aqua for two reasons and two reasons only

- One, he lacks past trauma with Kyogre in pokespe, thus doesn’t fear water as much and can stand to be around it more. Two, alchoholics scare him more than water ever could.

-Along with that, Archie also has the safer public persona, so win win on his part

- Lonnie, being a teen, does tend to wander though. Barely seen for most of the chapters. When Archie and Maxie have their fight, he's there for a split second, before letting out his Crobat and fleeing.

-I don't have it all ironed out, but basically, the whole battles between Magma and Aqua through the whole arc have slowly built up this fear in Lonnie's brain when it comes to his dad's, and this is the tipping point.

- Sadly, both leaders are a bit preoccupied to notice at first that he's gone, and it's a fullblown panic after the fact.

-Sadly tho, this doesn't slow down their plans. But Blaise and Amber are put in charge of trying to track him down and find him.(Not in a bad way, more in a Extremely worried parents with a missing son way)

- Cue end of arc.

Emerald Arc

-still 16

-Makes brief cameos, he tends to linger around the back.

- Actually, screw it, I'll make this pretty later but he and Emerald do become friends.

- Has a small interaction with Emerald, writing about how he finds his equipment cool, and is in awe of how he calms pokemon.

-And boy oh does this lead to some Fun

- Cut the confrontation with Guile in the cave, the first Jirachi attempt

- Alot changes here.

- First of all, while Jirachi still escapes, Guile lingers for a moment. Looking at Lonnie for a long moment. And while he does 'reflect' back the attacks with his sword, he sends the attack flying off into a wall instead of at Emerald and Lonnie.

- Later, Guile actually snatches the poor kid, pulling off somewhere just to have a few moments to make sure he's okay

- If you know the manga, you know it's gonna be revealed to Lonnie at this point that Guile is, in fact, Archie. And while he tries to avoid the details, he does tell Lonnie he needs Jirachi to fix things

- Lonnie assumes, sadly naive, that this has to do with Maxie and their family. Even asking Archie where his other dad is, only to be met with silence.

- That doesn't settle well with him, actually demanding to know what happens, atleast as much as you can demand when you can’t talk. The last he heard about them was nearly destroying Hoenn so what happened?

- Archie doesn’t tell him, straight up Refuses to tell him what happened.

- This does not go well. Leading to Lonnie once more running off.

- Lonnie keeps in touch with Emerald after the arc is over, basically adopted him as a little brother because they’re both weird looking kids, Emerald being unusually short, and Lonnie having Vitiligo.

- He runs into Amber after this and kind of just, vibes there, treats Amber like an uncle, and that’s who looks after him for the next few years.

ORAS Arc -

- 20

-Lives with Amber, mostly helping the man with fishing and all around, just trying to have someone around he can 'talk' to without needing an interpreter or to write down every word he says.

-Team Aqua....2!

-He does end up joining the New Team Aqua, since he feels more safe with them in Pokespe. Along with this, he’s curious about where they came from and what’s going on here.

-Looks most like my concept sketch for him in this version.

- Eventually just, disepears in the midst of fighting. He's learned enough and doesn't want to face that all.

- Listen when I tell you. When he sees Maxie and Archie, he's pissed.

-And when The Dustening happens...

- He actually does cry. Hell, it's probably the only time he speaks, begging in a hoarse voice he never uses for his dad's to stay there. Just for once. Let them be a family just for Once.

- It doesn't work.

- Funny Images: Emerald, looking up at Lonnie who is like 3-4 times their height: “I AM GOING TO STEAL YOUR KNEECAPS!!!!” Lonnie, amused, signing: “You-can-try.”

-Pokemon Seen: Crobat, Sharpedo, Sandslash.

Sun and Moon Arc -

- 22

-He actually appears here.

- Listen, he's a smart man, and he knows a lot.

-Appears after that small time skip after Sun and Moon disepear through the portals, ultimately he's here investigating the portals.

- He 'talks' with Kukui and Burnet to try and figure out what's going on.

-I don't know how it'd be incorporated, but basically, he's trying to figure out where the Hell his dad's are. And if these Wormholes can help him, by god is he going to use them

- Knows that, most likely, they’re dead and gone for good. But still holds out hope that somewhere out there, they’re still alive.

- He's still wearing the life jacket. Less for Aesthetic, more because he’s scared shitless about being on an island.

- Are this chapter is where he would have started dating Dew and Ashe, having met them when that whole, other Team Aqua & Magma were made in ORAS.

#pokemon oc #pokemon fankid #hardenshipping fankid #of sorts #lisTEN HE COUNTS IN MY EYES GOD DAMN IT #They raised him. He's there kid #I'm not good at oc shit but uh. yeah #lyca-art #oc: Lonnie

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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I'm so excited about Jimin in the empire verse (you don't have to answer this, just wanted to let you know)

oh, I have a little to tell you about jimin! if you want to listen still!

I think that making her progress in her recovery really makes jimin fall more in love with her. to touch on her progress a little with him I’ll say this: I’d say it’s probably around 3-4 months before she’s not having completely non-verbal days where she won’t interact with anyone. She can’t talk yet- no matter how long she tries, but she can hold hands with Jungkook as they walk through the garden, cuddle up next to Hoseok, she even falls asleep on Namjoon’s lap one lazy warm afternoon.

Sometimes she and yoongi will have little tea dates with jimin and you can shake your head yes or no- and Jimin is good enough at reading your body language that he can kinda translate. and yoongi always shows up looking a little more put together than usual, his hair combed, looking more alive than Jimin has seen him in weeks- but shy- almost like he’s just starting to court you again.

You and Jimin are another thing, you’re so attached to him, you smile when he walks into the room and come close to press your forehead underneath his chin and scent mark him. it makes jimin giggle and smile and hold you closer. and he’d be lying if he said he’d ever felt this way about another omega because he hasn’t. hasn’t ever wanted to pepper another omega with little kisses.

when you bathe in the hot springs, you're always careful to be close- but not too close, washing him as he washes you with sweet expensive oils that make your skin glow. all under the watchful eye of Seokjin, looking at your gaze lazy and, who seems to notice the way Jimin's eyes track you in the bath. the way he looks at you and wants- in the way that he’s never wanted anyone before.

“use this one” Seokjin will say handing a thick jar of lotion-like soap to them. “this one always makes namjoon go a little crazy” and before jimin can ask why- Seokjin will already be massaging it onto Jimin's shoulders. and sure enough, the next day namjoon freezes in the hallway going bright red and immediately diverting his course so that he won’t walk by Jimin. Jimin- who had taken a little extra care to leave his robes a little undone today- leaving his collarbones out a little.

Namjoon wanted to pin Jimin to the wall and leave marks on those sweet-smelling collarbones.

jimin has never been allowed to want- he’s never even had a heat before. The priestesses guild dosent allow any of their members to take mates or belong to any pack. And being on suppressants is a natural extension of that. But that dosent mean he dosent feel the draw, and not only to you but to the rest of your pack as well.

How could he not start to feel forbidden feelings when their comfort becomes his primary goal? when he gets to tease Jungkook when the young alpha comes to jimin for all sorts of scrapes and wounds? how is he not supposed to fall in love with Seokjins steadiness? or taehyung- when it eels like his soul been cut from the very same piece of the moon that Jimin's was. How is he not supposed to love Hoseok and his wild happiness that only strengthens as you get better- as you start to smile more?

How is he not supposed to curl up in the robes and countless other courting gifts that the others give him- though they don’t call them courting gifts they just give them in the mind that they want to reward jimin for his good work with you. yoongi is the only one bold enough to give the gifts in person. the alpha leaning in close. “you’re so special to me jimin, please- if you need or want anything at all- please tell me, I owe you so much and if i could repay even a little of the kindness you’ve shown me- it would make me happy”

and when he finds the items have been scent marked by each member of the pack- something that only alphas do when they’re courting an omega- jimin can’t resist pressing his face into them and making a nest out of them- and nursing this misfounded hope- that he could belong here one day. jimin cannot become apart of their pack- he has a responsibility to the church and to the moon- but somehow- he thinks the responsibility he has here just might be greater. You’d been a fractured pack when he’d first gotten here- and now- now you were starting to look whole again.

Seokjin was finally thinking about having pups again- a dream of his that had been put on pause by the war and then- by your own misfortune. He’d been too worried to risk it- given your fragile state. But now- Seokjin feels like he could maybe talk to you about it soon- has sought out jimin during his private time to ask for his advice.

sometimes- jimin is tempted to not take his heat potion- just to see what happens, see what would happen if he let himself be vulnerable. he’s never had sex before but he knows that the alphas would take good care of him. He’s seen the way that seokjin comes back from his heat- thick lips all swollen and bitten his body lost all listlessness, relaxed and fucked out but clean and satisfied.

you don't have heats anymore- not after whats happened. But you always curl up extra close to Seokjin after his heats like you need to be close to him. More than once Seokjin has seen the way Jimin grows twitchy and opened his arms, letting the younger fold in and cuddle close the way omegas do, and jimin would be lying if he said the thick musk of leftover alpha didn’t make him a little wetter than he should have been.

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softsatxn · 4 years

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The Next Chapter

i've been watching a lot of “telling my partner i'm pregnant” vids on youtube and this is the result. /// Izuku woke up to his mate nuzzling against the back of his neck. Katsuki wrapped his arms tighter around the Omega and nuzzled his nose against Izuku’s scent gland.

“G' morning,” Izuku said sleepily.

“You smell different,”

Izuku laughed off the strange comment. He acted like he wasn't expecting Bakugou to say something eventually about the change in his scent.

“Bad different?” He asked. He just had to play it cool. Kacchan has mentioned it before, said how his scent was sweeter that day, but just barely, and Midoriya thought he handled the whole situation well. Deku knew it would be too hard to hide forever and he had to tell him soon. He just didn't really know how.

“No,” Katsuki mumbled, still sniffing at his scent gland. “You smell like you, but just sweeter, and it’s stronger,”

“Maybe an early heat?” Izuku threw out there, trying to make sure Kacchan didn’t figure out the real reason. Izuku knew it wasn’t an early heat. He can promise that.

“Hm, I don’t know, it’s not your preheat smell,” Katsuki kissed the back of Izuku’s neck before haphazardly scenting him. “All I know is everyone else better keep their hands to themselves because you smell fucking great,”

Izuku laughed at the Alpha’s protective behavior, waiting a few more moments while Katuski scented him, before turning around so he could be eye-to-eye with his mate. He greeted the Alpha with a smile, to which the blond returned.

Katsuki leant forward and kissed Izuku. It was short and sweet. “You have morning breath,” Izuku teased once they broke away, but that didn’t stop him from kissing the blond again.

“Yeah, well so do you,” Katsuki said once they broke apart from the kiss. Izuku laughed before rolling out of bed.

“Nooooooo,” Katsuki whined. “Where are you going?” His arms that were previously wrapped around Izuku’s waist now laid limply on both sides of him dramatically.

“To brush my teeth,” Izuku called out as he walked into their bathroom. It was a few moments of Katsuki staring at the ceiling huffing to himself that his Omega had decided to leave him, cold and alone in their bed, before said Omega called out again. “And I recommend you do to, because no kisses until you do,”

“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?”

“Yes!” Izuku said, Katsuki could hear the water run for a short amount of time. “But you love me,” He said, this time his voice was muffled by the toothbrush.

“You’re not wrong,” Katsuki mumbled so quietly Deku could hardly hear it. He begrudgingly rolled out of bed and joined Deku, aggressively grabbing his toothbrush and applying the toothpaste, before running it under the water.

Deku was somehow all smiles this early in the morning. Katsuki on the other hand was still pretty tired. He always enjoyed coffee in the mornings, to give him that sort of boost. He rested his chin on Deku’s shoulder and wrapped one arm around the other’s waist as they stared in the mirror, brushing their teeth.

Deku placed his hand over Katsuki’s, resting them both over his stomach. Katsuki wasn’t exactly suspicious of this action. However, it did make him think that Izuku could actually be entering an early heat, like the Omega had mentioned earlier. Usually when Omega’s, including Deku, were going into heat their heads got filled up with pregnancy and babies, and that’s probably what Deku was doing right now, thinking about babies.

Their babies.

Babies they’d have together one day.

The idea made Katsuki smile. Deku leaned over to spit, but Katsuki kept his hand on Izuku’s stomach. It wasn’t some weird thing. Izuku’s scent, and the maybe-early heat brought this on. It wasn’t the first time their heads got clouded with baby-thoughts, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

Katsuki leaned over Deku’s shoulder to spit out the toothpaste in his mouth. “Oi, you could’ve ‘pit on me,” Deku said, his speech a little unclear due to the foam and toothbrush in his mouth.

“But I didn’t,” Katsuki said, putting his toothbrush back in his mouth and continuing to brush his teeth, murdering all the germs. He was already waking up a bit more. Once he was going, he could go (even without coffee, but the drink was preferred). However, the getting up and going part was always the hardest part.

“Bu’ I didn’t,” Izuku mocked just before spitting into the sink. He looked up at Kacchan, smiling and Katsuki smiled back, only after rolling his eyes.

After they had finished brushing their teeth, Katsuki had went to make coffee, which Izuku was going to have to pass up. Ever since finding out, he decided to cut caffeine out of his life. His mate called him stupid whenever he rejected the drink, but it was never actually meant hostilely.

“You sure you don't want any?” Katsuki called out from the kitchen as Izuku made their bed.

“I'm sure, thanks though,” Izuku called back, tossing the final pillow back on their bed were it belonged.

“Next you're going to stop eating ice cream or something,”

“I'll never not eat ice cream,” Izuku laughed.

“You used to say that about coffee,”

“It's not just coffee, Kacchan, it's caffeine,” Deku clarified, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the island.

“God, next you're going to go vegan,”

“Veganism isn't a bad thing,”

Katsuki turned over his shoulder and looked back at Izuku. “Please do not go /Vegan/, it'll be way too hard to feed you,”

Izuku just laughed Kacchan off. He drummed his thumbs against the marble countertop. He didn't know how he was going to tell him.

It was important for Kacchan to know; sooner rather than later. Soon, Izuku would be showing. His stomach would slowly start softening, and he knew Katsuki would notice. It's not like he was scared, okay, he was a little. However, he knew Kacchan wouldn't just up and leave. They'd stay together and raise their child together.

They'd be a family, but when you're a pro-hero, having a family can be dangerous. Villains will use that to their advantage.

Izuku was about to just blurb it out right there. Just tell Kacchan the news. However, a quick moment of hesitation had decided what Deku was going to do, because three seconds later, Katsuki’s phone went off.

“Shit,” Katsuki mumbled. Today was their day off, and they were both very excited about their days off aligning, however, their agency didn't just call for no reason, and Izuku knew Katsuki would probably have to go.

In a matter of twenty minutes, Katsuki has gotten dressed, and made his way out the door. “Love you, bye,” He said as he kissed Deku on his lips.

“Love you, be safe,”

“I’ll try,” He said. And Deku has wished that he could do more than ‘I’ll try,’ but he knew he couldn't. In a field like this, all you can do is try.

When the door shut, Izuku just stared at it for a moment. He kind of didn't know what to do now. It wasn't the first time this had happened or anything, sometimes Kacchan had to leave Deku in a hurry, and other times Izuku would have to leave the blond.

Just something about this time… he didn't know what to do afterwards… so he stared at the door. Wasn't the most logical thing, but you can't always control things like that. Sometimes your brain just did things. Izuku couldn’t explain it.

He walked back into the main bathroom, where they had been brushing their teeth half an hour ago. He opened the cabinet below the sink and reached his hand around, looking for a very particular item he had hidden a few days ago when he first suspected he would be pregnant.

He found the pink box with four pregnancy tests inside, one was already used, and he pulled that one out. He examined the two pink lines, indicating that he was pregnant. He decided he was going to take another one and make sure he was pregnant- so he did just that. He put the first one back in the box, because he didn’t exactly want to throw it away yet- he would because keeping it in that box for too long might be weird, but just not yet.

He grabbed another test and took it, waiting for the five minutes required before looking at it, finding the two lines, stronger than they were a few days ago when he took the first test. He was really pregnant- this time he was almost positive it wasn’t just a false positive. He and Katsuki were going to have a baby.

He had known this, but not for sure. He just had a good feeling, and he had a feeling the first test wasn’t a false positive, but you could never be too sure. Now knowing that the chances of him not being pregnant were slim to none, he thought of better ways to tell Kacchan. Might as well make it special…

He grabbed both the tests and walked out of their bathroom and into their room. He scoped the area for a place he could put them where Katsuki would look. He thought about their draws, and then the closet, even thought about hiding the tests in plain sight, but he didn’t think any of those were good enough.

He knew he was probably overthinking it, but he just wanting it to be special… maybe in the kitchen somewhere? When he gets home he will most likely want to eat something- but if he grabbed takeout or something that wouldn’t really work.

He could set up a lame scavenger hunt, but that was lame.

If he had more time he would go out a buy a world’s best dad shirt, but there was no telling when Kacchan would get home.

… Then it hit him. Almost every night they would drink some form of tea before bed (God, they sounded old)... but nonetheless, to make tea you need cups. A genius idea hit him as he quickly ran to go get dressed, he hoped the store that was around the corner would have what he needed.

As fast as he could he ran down to the store, going straight to this mug section. He frantically searched for any mug resembling what he had in his mind. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find one. He didn’t want to waste time looking, so he thought about the closest baby-stuff store to his house… It was a few miles away, but he was confident he may be able to make it in time, but he may be cutting it close.

Once he arrived at the baby-store, he got a call from his Alpha. “Shit,” Izuku mumbled, trying to think of a small lie to save the surprise. He answered the phone. “Hey ‘zuku,” Kacchan said as soon as the omega had answered.

“Hey, Kacchan,” Izuku said, walking into the store. There was no point in not getting a move on, Katsuki was gonna know he was out, he just couldn’t, under any circumstances figure out where.

“I just wanted to call you and say I’m heading home, just need to swing into my office and grab some things,” He said through the phone. Izuku could hear the elevator ding.

“Good, I’ve been bored without you,” Izuku smiled, even though he knew his Kacchan wouldn’t be able to see it, but the smile formed nonetheless. “I ran to go grab more icecream, beccause we ran out, want me grab something for dinner as well? Or do oyu just wanna cook something,”

“I can assure I was more bored- we didn’t even do hero stuff, just monitored a buch of shit, but I’ll yack your ear off about it later,” Katuski began.

“I’ll be waiting,” Midoriya laughed.

“But as for dinner, where are you around? Don’t want you driving around the city to get something,”

“Near the store around the corner,” Wasn’t really a lie, he just knew Kacchan would think about the first store he went to, not the outdoor mall a few more miles away from that.

“Hmm, what about Katsudon, from that one resturant, what’s it called?”

“Beats me, we always just call it the Katsudon Place,” Izuku laughs. “But that sounds good,”

“Okay, babe, I’ll see you when I get home, or when you do, whoever gets there first I guess,”

“Okay, I love you, Kacchan,”

Bakugou laughed- more like gave an amused chuckle. “Love you, too, ‘Zuku,” And with that the two hung up. Izuku had made it into the store and searched for what he could, as fast as he could. First he found more than what he wanted, a cute onsie saying “I love my daddy” so of course he had to grab that. Then he found a cute little lion stuffed animal that made a rattling noise when you shake it, and once again, he couldn’t resist himself.

Now he looked started really searching for what he came for, a cup that said something along the lines of ‘HEY YOU’RE A DAD’ however, mugs are a hard thing to find in a baby store, but he eventually found them. He fell in love with the mug that said: ‘Best Dad in Training’

He checked his items out and went to rush over to the Katsudon place to buy their dinner- oh and to buy the icecream he said he was gonna get. He should have thought of a slightly better lie that required less running around.

When Izuku finally got home, Kacchan’s car was already there. Izuku carried in the ice cream bag, and put the baby-stuff bag inside of that one. They used the reusable ones, so transparency wasn’t the issue, but maybe Kacchan would really want some ice cream in that exact moment, Izuku just had to hope for the best.

He knocked on the door before unlocking it. Kacchan was sitting on the couch, he clearly had already slid back into the pajamas he was wearing this morning, practically resuming where they had left off. However as soon as Katsuki saw Izuku’s face, he got up off the couch and hugged him. “I missed you,”

“I missed you, too,” Izuku said basically melting into Kacchan’s hug, taking in the Alpha’s scent. “Stupid work,”

Katsuki laughed. “Do not get me started,” He kissed Izuku’s head before separating. “Let me get these for you,”

Izuku shoved the takeout bag into his hand, hoping he wouldn’t continue to pry for the other one. “Thank you,” Izuku said, leaving him with the katsudon, as he walked into the kitchen to put up the ice cream. He then took the bag into his and Kacchans room and carefully put it in the closet, then changed into his pajama pants and top. Walking back out, he opened a kitchen drawer and pulled out chopsticks. “So, tell me about this day you’ve had,” he said bringing the utensils to Kacchan as he sat down next to him on the couch, pulling a blanket over him, then taking his meal from his Alpha.

“So, they call me in, on my day off, so obviously I think it’s important, right?” He says, beginning to eat. “But once I get in there, they essentially put me on an honorary guard dog position, I just sit there and watch their official cameras, in this official room, with an uncomfortable chair, and literally it was just me, and then it turns out, the guy they were so scared was sneaking around ready to bomb us or something, was literally just some random tourist who was lost,”

“Ew,”

“EW is very right, pissed me off, not going to lie,” He took a second to take another bite of his food. “Oh, and then when I’m leaving, not have done any actual hero work all day, boss comes by and pats me on my fucking shoulder and says: ‘thanks for coming in, couldn’t have done it without you,’ and I’m sitting there like ‘Actually, bitch, you could’ve, but whatever, I wasn’t gonna say anything, I just nodded and then called you,”

Izuku finished chewing his food before speaking. “That’s dumb, why didn’t they get some random intern to do it, back in our internship days that would’ve been extremely cool, he acts like you haven’t been working with him for years,”

Kacchan nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m saying!” He took a deep breath, “I think I’m done talking about it now, what’d you do today?”

‘Oh y’know, panicked about telling you about our unborn child’ “I just cleaned around a bit, watched TV, then realized I wanted ice cream, realized we didn’t have the kind I wanted, and went to get it, not much else to say,”

The two ate, and once they were done, snuggled close to each other while watching TV. About an hour later though, Katsuki excused himself to go take a shower, and Izuku knew this was when he should do it. As soon as he heard the water running he ran to grab his stuff so he could set it up. He grabbed the two tests. (Which he left in the bathroom, so he pretended he was grabbing the shirt he needed to be washed by tomorrow)

Once he had everything, he made sure the test caps were on tight, and he placed them on the counter. He then opened the mug cabinet, and placed the new mug in it. He then stuffed the toy lion in it, followed by setting the onesie next to it, the tests then going on the onesie.

Everything was now in place. He went and sat back on the couch, getting more nervous by the second. He continued watching TV, so when Kacchan walked back out, nothing would look suspicious.

However, once the water shut off, he knew in only moments, Kacchan would know, and that was so crazy to him. He just stared at the TV, trying to process his thoughts before his Alpha walked out and he had to act calm so he didn’t spoil the surprise.

It was about five minutes when a wet-haired Katsuki walked out of their room and didn’t even sit down on the couch before asking if Izuku wanted tea. Izuku said he would, and then Katuski turned on the kettle. While the blond waited for the water to boil, he sat down next to Izuku and motioned for the omega to come closer to him. Izuku had no problem complying, and went to lay on top of him.

Bakugou ran his fingers up and down Izuku’s back. They sat their in a comfortable silence while the water boiled. They just sat, enjoying each other's company. Sometimes that’s all people needed- was to feel the presence of someone they loved, rather they spoke or not.

However, as soon as the kettle began ringing, Kacchan gave Midoriya a kiss, and slowly sat them up. “What kind of tea do you want?”

“Any kind,” He said, cuddling back up to his blanket. Oh god, Izuku was so nervous.

“Easy enough,” Katsuki mumbled. He went to the pantry and grabbed their tea first, set it on the counter, then went to grab the mugs. As soon as he opened the cabinet, he froze. “Wha? What’s-”

Izuku shifted nervously on the couch. Katsuki turned to face the omega, he had the little stuffed rattle in his hand. “Are you? You’re?”

All Izuku could do is nod.

“Oh, my God,” Kacchan put the toy down and ran up to his Omega, engulfing him in a hug. “This isn’t some prank, like you’re actually pregnant?”

“Why would I lie about something like this?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Katsuki said, holding the smaller male tight. “We’re gonna have a little person walking around,”

“We are,” Izuku said, wrapping his hands around the alpha’s waist.

“This is so amazing, Izuku,” He said, kissing the top of the omega’s head. “You’re the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me,” He said, planting a kiss on His Omega’s lips.

They were ready to begin the next chapter of their lives together.

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kittydemon9000 · 4 years

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Unfortunate Timing

*silently slides to @kabuki-akuma* I did a thing for PrimeDeck

AO3

***

Optimus was a worried mess.

Well, maybe not a mess. Sure he was a little upset that Sentinel was coming, and worried about how he’d react to the Braves, and scared that he go off about how bots made by humans weren’t anything more than drones, and-

Yah know what, scratch that. He wasn’t worried. He was terrified.

Instead of The Steelhaven, Sentinel has arrived on a smaller, nameless ship by himself. Ultra Magnus saw no need to send the giant ship, as it was just a small check-in. The visit was only supposed to last a few hours, after all.

Unfortunately, the Brave Police had just gotten a new lead on a case, which just so happened to lead to Primus fragging Detroit, Michigan at the same time.

Not like Optimus didn’t enjoy the Braves company. Drill Boy, Bumblebee, Sari, and Yuuta (and occasionally Power Joe) got along amazingly, and so did Shadowmaru and Prowl. Gunmax was always looking for an excuse to visit Jazz and was around often enough that the team was used to him. Duke was often seen with Ratchet learning first aid, and McCrane and Dumpson were often just drifting around.

And Deckerd… Optimus really connected with the leader of the Braves. The two often spent hours talking about their respective teams, plans, past adventures, and other such things. Deckerd actually helped Optimus build up some confidence during his small visits.

“Hey there, Optimus ol’ buddy.” a familiar voice snapped Optimus from his thoughts, along with the sound of transforming. Bulkhead and Ratchet were the (un)lucky winners of their small vote to get Sentinel. Optimus would have done it if nothing else than to spare his teammates the drive, but he, along with Jazz, were immediately excluded from the vote. If it were up to Ratchet, the two would’ve been locked in the med bay for the duration of Sentinel’s visit. Something about “for their own good and mental health.”

“Sentinel,” Optimus answered. Sentinel scowled at the lack of rank acknowledgment but didn’t say anything about it.

“Let go!” a hyper voice said from the hallway, followed by a clang of metal and a not very quiet “SHHH!”. Optimus cursed internally. Sometimes the similarities between Bumblebee and Drill Boy were uncanny. He says stay quiet, and the opposite happens.

Sentinel looked at the hallway in confusion, but it quickly became a smirk.

“Unauthorized personnel on Earth?” he started. “You know the rules, Optimus.”

Optimus let out a sigh. He put it off for as long as he could, which was 3 hours less than he wanted, but still.

“You guys can come out now,” he called.

Slowly, each of the eight robot police officers, plus Jazz, entered from the hallway. Drill Boy was clutching to his helm while wilting from a glare from Power Joe, making it clear who did what. Jazz and Gunmax were close to each other, with Jazz slightly behind Gunmax. Deckerd stood in the front of the group, orange optics shining.

Sentinel actually looked shocked for a few seconds, clearly not expecting such a large group, before giving Optimus that smirk. The same smirk he always gave when he caught even the smallest mistake Optimus made.

“Really, Optimus? One or two might’ve been excusable, but eight.” That was a lie and they both knew it. Sentinel wouldn’t have hesitated to report even a single “unauthorized” bot on Earth.

“What are you talking about?” Deckerd asked, drawing away Sentinel’s attention. Optimus let out a silent breath now that Sentinel’s optics weren’t tearing into his very spark.

“Well you see, Optimus here is supposed to report any and all Cybertronians on Earth, which he very clearly hasn’t done,” Sentinel said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But….” Drill Boy started. “We’re not Cybertronians.”

Sentinel balked.

“What?”

“We’re. Not. Cy-ber-tro-ni-ans.” Drill Boy repeated, this time much slower. Bumblebee snickered as Sentinel grew furious.

“I heard you the first time!” he snapped.

“Then why’d you ask?” Drill asked innocently, adding a small head tilt to really sell it. Sentinel let out an angry groan and facepalmed.

A small smile threatened to tug at Optimus’s lips, but he kept his face stoic. It would only make Sentinel more upset.

“The point is that Optimus didn’t report you, which is strictly against the rules he put into place. Isn’t that right, ol’ buddy?”

Optimus let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensors. It was one of the many things he had picked up from his time spent on Earth.

But just as he was about to answer, Deckerd beat him to it.

“Optimus did no such thing.” Sentinel stared at Deckerd.

“Of course he did! He-“ but Deckerd cut him off.

“Optimus Prime did not break protocol because we are not Cybertronians. We were made by humans and have lived on Earth our entire lives.”

Both Sentinel and Optimus froze.

“What!” Sentinel shouted. “You were made! By humans!!!!” He spat out the word like they were rotten.

“Yes, they were,” Optimus said, keeping his voice deceptively calm. Now Sentinel’s focus was on him…...

“They’re…….!” Sentinel looked like he was about to explode into a fireball. “They’re drones! Sparkless machines!” He shouted, jabbing a finger in their direction. Every single one of the Braves looked deeply offended.

“We’re not. We received our own souls and have emotions, much like Cybert-“ Deckerd started, but was cut off.

“They were made. By humans!!!!” He repeated. Sentinel didn’t even acknowledge the Braves now, staring straight at Optimus.

“Of all your mistakes, Optimus, this tops them all.” He stopped for a second before continuing. “Well, maybe not all of them.”

Optimus couldn’t help but flinch at what he was obviously implying, but he held his gaze.

“I’ll have to report this to Ultra Magnus, maybe even get the Autobot Science Division involved. Primus knows Perceptor would love to-”

Optimus’s energon ran cold at the mention of the ASD. From what he gathered from Ratchet, they were the cause of Omega Supreme’s coding, as well as for changing the Jettwins. He couldn’t….no, he wouldn’t let the ASD get their hands on the Braves.

“ENOUGH, SENTINEL!” He shouted. Everyone snapped to attention. Sentinel glared at Optimus.

“Now listen here, Optimus.” But Optimus was having none of it.

“No, you listen, Sentinel!” He shouted. “These bots are under my jurisdiction. They are native to Earth and have proven their sentience There will be no getting the ASD involved!”

Sentinel looked like he was about to say something, but Optimus cut him off again.

“And that’s Optimus Prime, to you.” their faces were only inches apart. “Ultra Magnus placed me in charge of alien life here on Earth, which the Braves are not. They are considered a native species to this planet, and by Autobot law, I quote “Should any mechanical life form pass the Ambus Test, they are to be treated according to Autobot Law.” end quote. Autobot law outlaws scientific and medical testing without consent by the mech in question or their Conjux Endura should they be unable to make the decision themself.”

The room was silent.

“Do I make myself clear, Sentinel Prime.” Optimus finished. Sentinel was giving Optimus a death glare. He clearly hadn’t been expecting Optimus to react this way.

“Crystal.” he hissed. He turned around and headed to the door. “Everything else seems to be in order. Goodbye, Optimus.”

As soon as the sound of Sentinel’s engine faded away, Optimus suddenly lost all the strength and confidence he had a few seconds ago and crashed to his knees, venting harshly.

Ratchet was quickly kneeling by his side. He placed a careful servo on his back and started rubbing in soothing circles. “Vent, kid. Vent.”

“I’m….”Optimus started. “I’m okay….I just….I just need a sec.”

“You did good, kid. You did good.” Ratchet repeated, keeping his voice low.

***

“Optimus, are you in there?” Deckerd knocked. It had been a few hours since Sentinel's….. ”visit.”

The door opened and a quite tired looking Optimus greeted him.

“Oh! Hello Deckerd. Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked. Deckerd just smiled.

“Actually, I came to thank you.” Optimus looked shocked.

“What for?”

“For defending my team, earlier,” he said. “You didn’t have to, but you did.”

Optimus gave an awkward laugh.

“It wasn’t anything special, but you’re welcome.”

The two stood in silence for a few seconds, neither one knowing what to do.

“I guess I’ll…*ahem* guess I’ll be going,” Deckerd said, breaking the silence.

“Y-yes. I’ll see you in the morning.” Optimus responded. “Goodnight”

“Goodnight,” Deckerd responded.

With the door now closed, Deckerd started the walk back to his temporary room, silently cursing himself as his face grew redder with embarrassment.

***

BONUS

Before all this happens

Bumblebee: Have you ever been yelled at by Optimus

Braves: We’re not afraid of him.

Bumblebee: So that’s a no.

#bpjd #tfa #optimus prime #deckerd #primedeck #and slight jazzmax

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