#Oh look he actually has a face unlike omega LOL

[vanmec]

SWISS SAYS TRANS RIGHTS <3

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[pamgkrthwrites]

Your Omega verse made me into an aroused mess ngl!! 😍 So I wanna know what headcanons you can come up with that involves Apex Alpha Sunny and Alpha Mac hehe with their Omega!! I don’t really have a specific topic tbh I just wanna know what you can come up with lol (Also I’m 21 so you don’t have to worry bout me being too young UwU)

The following content is for a 18+ audience. If you are under the age of 18 do not read below.

Apex Alpha Wukong

Wukong wasn't looking for an Omega, you just sort of fell into his life. Unlike his Yandere counterpart, he doesn't kidnap you and actually tries to court you. Most Apex Alpha go for Alphas or Betas because they are closely aligned with their personality and career. For an Apex Alpha to even look at an Omega was seen as a blessing in an Omega's eyes, being courted by one is something else.

Being courted by one does bring some negative attention. People are very judgemental about an Apex dating an Omega. They would never say something bad about the Apex, but they will bully you. Wukong catches on to your distressed scent and if you walk past them while with him, he will be able to tell.

He is very protective of you. Will tear off someone's arm if they touch you in a way you don't like. When you two go to bed he wraps his whole body around you and if you start crying in your sleep he will lick away your tears and look after you.

As for sex, he does try to be gentle but he really can't help it sometimes. During Ruts he will just keep fucking you, even when he has knot. If it's before being marked he will make sure he doesn't mark you. He is drooling and his fangs are showing, but he won't mark you. After he has marked you though? Oh be ready for bite marks all over your body.

His favorite place to fuck you while you are in heat is your own nest. The power trip he gets. You trust him to be there and he uses that. In reference to his breeding kink, he pumps you up and prays you get pregnet. The only time you get a break is if you pass out, then he will stop.

Alpha Macaque

He is so, so gentle with you. He becomes a soft Alpha, but only for you. In public he acts tough but once you start speaking its rainbows and butterflies. He doesn't care if people see it or think of him for it. It does become a problem if people use his love you aginst him. He is ripping out their throats and eating their eyes.

He is similar to his Ynader counerpart, where he thinks he is unworthy, but he still goes for it. He sends a letter to you with his scent over it to give you an opening. It does take a while to officially court you but it does happen.

He is protective of you but in the paranoid way. He fears you'll leave him for someone like Wukong. He doesn't let you be around Apex Alphas and most Alphas. If you spend all day with a friend he fears he isn't doing enough for you.

Now for the smut. Rough, some dub-con elements. First rut with him will get you marked. He doesn't hold back. You won't even know he has started a rut until you face first into something and he is tearing off your pants and underwear and shoving his dick into you. He will hold out on knotting as long as he can but once he knots he cools down and gets you both in the shower while you are still on his dick and now have a mark on your neck.

In your heats, he is being a power bottom. He wants to look at you bounce on his dick while you cry for him to go deeper. He loves the sight. He holds you tightly by the waist and forces you up and down on his cock as he thrusts into you. When he cums and knots, he waits for your reactions. If you are still wanting more he will finger your ass and suck on your chest. If you are tied afterwards he lays you down on his chest and pats your head. Once his knot is done, round 2.

[uncouth-the-fifth]

Hey this I gonna be new but Prompt no. 410 with alpha!Damian and Omega!y/n

410. "I wouldn't disturb him during his breeding season, if I were you," with League of Assassins!Damian Wayne.

this one immediately caught my eye! i’ve never written a/b/o before, but it actually fits rly nicely into Damian’s world, so i just had to write this one as soon as it came in. i kind of went off my own knowledge and made up other stuff lol. ty for the prompt anon <3 happy 100! - uncouth

You could tell by the nasty curl to Damian’s shoulders that morning - it was his time of the month.

Jon confirmed this for you. Being an alien, he was neither alpha, omega, or anything in between, and usually glanced over that part of human life. When he whispered behind his hand and grinned to you on a League mission, “I wouldn’t bother Damian during his breeding season, if I were you,” it was the first time you’d heard him talk about it.

Damian had marched on and ignored you both.

Like any assassin of his trade, Damian had such overpowering self-control that he could probably regrow a lost limb with enough thought. Still, a rut was a rut. An irritable Damian became a downright murderous Damian. After he’d left some of his men in tears and stormed up to his quarters, you considered Jon’s advice and decided that, actually, you would bother Damian. You’d bother him a lot.

He answered the door with a scowl. “What.”

The sincerity of his glare almost made you reconsider, but instead it left you standing there, thighs pressed together. He had such a powerful, commanding voice...

You swallowed. “I... um, sir... You seem very tense—”

“I could smell your arousal from downstairs, girl,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Your subtlety needs work. Allow me to guess: you want me to bed you?”

The blood in your legs moved so quickly to your face that your heart could’ve failed. You stood there, bloodless, and wondered what exactly your plan had been. Just because you were his go-to companion for missions and the two of you shared the occasional romp, well... It didn’t mean you were qualified to take care of him. Damian had other servants for that. Ones he would probably prefer to sate his sex drive, unlike you.

Then this wasn’t about duty - it was about want.

“I-I,” you struggled for what to say, “I only want to assist you, my lord.”

Damian scrutinized you. If the Demon’s Head had allowed it, he might have even seemed flattered. “...I was going to summon you anyway,” he huffed, and tugged you into his room by the wrist.

His private quarters were some of the most luxurious in the compound. You didn’t get to see much of it, since Damian was already flattening your back against the door and shoving you onto your knees. A kiss was granted to you on the way down. When your eyes questioned why your master would be so sweet so suddenly, he smirked and pinched your face in one hand. “Oh, don’t be coy. You know you’re my favorite servant, Y/N...”

Immediately, you reminded him why that was. You got comfortable on your knees and worshipped your hands down his thighs, flush with pleasure of your own. It was an honor to serve the al Ghuls in any way, but satisfying Damian felt more special, more personal. Perhaps that was why you were his favorite - because he was yours, too.

“God, you don’t know how delectable it is when you look up at me like that, waiting for orders,” Damian hissed, throbbing under your hand. “You know how to please me. Get started.”

“Yes, Lord Damian,” you replied, which earned you a stroke from his hand to your cheek.

You don’t wait to remove his cock from his pants to get your mouth on it. Shrugging down his body armor, the moment it pops free, you give his head a deep kiss. Damian purrs - more deeply than he has any other time you’ve served him. When you inhale to suck him off, your nose floods with his scent, rushing through you like a shot of adrenaline. Against your will, your mouth fills with drool for him. Luckily, you and your will are aligned.

Damian tastes delicious. Maybe it’s his rut or your own lust, but the task of coating him is made easier by the salty, caramelly flavor of his skin. When he’s wet enough, you sink him into your hot mouth and moan. That’s where Damian’s restraint ends. The moment his cock settles into the warm sleeve of your throat, he’s on you, hand in your hair, cupping your jaw from below and sheathing himself in. His gasp trails off into a throaty groan, and then he’s somewhere far away and foggy. Your shoulders slam into the door, but your head is kept between Damian’s hands in his lap.

A hiss rattles in his throat. “Fuck.”

His hips buck into your mouth, which pops, clicks and slurps with every draw. Each noise is obscene enough to make you want to touch yourself, and Damian’s mood is forgiving enough (now, at least) that you do. Hot tears roll down either side of your abused face. He releases you just long enough for you to suck down some air, then resumes with reckless abandon, pounding into your face so hard that his arms are stiff. Coupled with the hand in your panties, the slight pain is welcome and hot.

His palm slides from your jaw to your throat. Damian sinks himself until his cockhead tests your gag reflex, bulging your neck with the curve of his dick. Instantly, Damian’s toes curl. He chuckles, crooning, “Good girl.”

Finally, you’re released. Damian slides back on shaky legs to enjoy what he’s done to you. Long strings of clear split and white cum follow his cock to your lips, which part to gulp down the satisfying lungfuls you’d missed. His liquids coat your shining cheeks, your puffy lips, and mingle with the tears on your chin. Damian tilts up your head with a finger, his eyes starved pools of leeching emerald. For a moment it seems that his control is completely lost, and at any moment you’ll be hoisted up and rammed into from behind - until his voice drains back into your ear.

“You’ve passed your first test,” Damian praised. “Now, on the bed. I’m dying to knot in the cunt that belongs to me...”

[caffeine-and-melatonin]

✨Bad Batch E11 Spoilers✨

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH OMG OMG OMG OMG

Ok let's get into it y'all...welcome to my brain while watching E11

- OMG RYLOTH NOW???

-CROSS! 

-SYNDULLAS!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE IS MOM???? IS CHOP WITH HER???

-Clone without helmet?  Clone I don't know? What???? We haven't seen a reg without their helmet as far as I can remember...Why do I get the feeling this guy's chip isn't 100%? Why else would they show us his face/give him some personality. Wait that's the other thing! Mans still has his armor painted and everything unlike all the other regs (not counting the Coruscant guard). Plus based on his pauldron I'm guessing he's an ARC trooper and they were more independent and creative thinkers than most of the regs........oh no Mr. Cowboy Hat Man is gonna kill him isn't he :(

- CHOPPER!!!!!! MY FAVORITE WAR CRIMINAL!!!!

- BABY HERA BABY HERA BABY HERA!!!! MOM YOU ARE SO SMALL RN AWWW I LOVE YOU

- My god there are no words to describe how happy I am to see Hera

- Ohhhhh his name is Howzer! Have we seen him before? I don't think so...I didn't forget a clone did I?!?!?!?!?!?!

-Not gonna report it? Yeah his chip isn't fully working is it. He seems nice pls don't murder him Dave. I know you will, but like don't. 

- I get what Cham is saying, but like Gobi sounds more like Cham than Cham does

- AGH CROSS YOU'RE BALD! AGH CROSS I CAN SEE YOUR CRISPY BRAINS! SIR! LIKE THERE IS A LITERAL ✨C H U N K✨ MISSING FROM YOUR SKULL!

-WAIT A SECOND!!!!!!!!! HIS BRAINS BE BURNT ON THE CHIP SIDE!!! DOES THAT MEAN??? SOON??? (if someone has an extra clown wig and red nose hand it over i have a feeling imma need it) 

- I seriously don't think there has ever been a moment when I was even remotely ok with Orn Free Taa

- Hera's mom is an absolute QUEEN! I love her already...oh no I'm getting attached I can't do that oh no stop it I can't deal with more sad

- BABY HERA FLY SHIP! Look at her go!!! Yay Mom!!!

-OMG IS HERA GONNA MEET OMEGA???

-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH HERA AND OMEGA ARE BESTIES!!!

-Awwwww Tech's been teaching Omega about the ship! Wait does that mean he has someone who will sit and listen to him because he just wants to share his knowledge??? AWWWWW THAT'S SO SOFT I LOVE IT!!!!! I really wish they would have shown us that. Like yeah there have been some short Tech teaching Omega moments, but nothing substantial. Seriously if they showed us Tech getting all happy and excited that someone actually wanted to learn from him I think I would simply pass away from pure joy. I just want some character development and happiness for my love is that too much to ask for? 

- Hera talking about flying is so cute! Omg and Omega being so proud of her room!!!

-Lol like 0.5 sec into hearing that Omega and the Bois™ get shot at regularly, Hera's like "Are you in trouble? I will adopt you right now" (and then Omega pulled the Uno Reverse card on her and was like "sis we are literally the ones bringing you weapons"). Glad to know Hera has always been the mom friend. 

-"Did you know flying is about a feeling?" "wHaT fEeLiNg?" My dear Tech, I adore your vocal inflections so much......oh stars.....I'm freaking out over crumbs......my apologies  

- CROSS SWEETIE PLEASE STOP SHOOTING AT PEOPLE! SPECIFICALLY CHILDREN! BRO I KNOW YA CAN'T HELP IT BUT EEK MAN! 

- Ok kind of a weird statement, but am I the only one that used to get really excited when a LAAT would show up? I used to be all like "My BOYS! 🥰" and now it's more of "My BOYS! 😥". Ya know what I mean? My poor clones...I miss them.

- Oh yeah I'm 100% calling it, Howzer's chip isn't doing the thing.

- Hera's mom could run me over with a blurrg and you know what that's on me. I got in her way. I'm so sorry.

- DAMN CROSS RIGHT TO THE NOGGIN JEEZ!

- Aww Howzer really cares about Hera and her parents. This is gonna hurt like a bitch isn't it 😒

FINAL THOUGHTS

- Idk what I was expecting from this episode, but it certainly wasn’t seeing Ryloth this soon.

- MOM!!! Agh I love Hera so much

-Howzer’s pretty. Good for him. 

- So like for our clown outfits, is there color scheme or dress code or something? Because I'm really hoping that seeing Cross' ✨melted marbles✨ on the right side of his head means the chip got damaged and it's gonna stop working soon...right?

- I know both of them were only around the batch for a few minutes, but do you think Kanan and Hera ever had a moment were they were telling stories about their past and somehow connected the dots that they both knew them kinda? Idk probably not but it's fun to think about.

-So here's the thing (to finally wrap up my rambling), they were soooo close to Cross. Like I know the batch is going to have to go back to bring them more weapons, but they were sooooo close. I get it that they wouldn't have known he was there and it was interesting to see what is going on in the galaxy outside of the squad, especially with Ryloth's history of being constantly under occupation and seeing how they are dealing with the shift from the Republic to the Empire, but I need them to TALK ABOUT HIM! Like let's at least start there. Where's the energy from E3 about not leaving Cross behind? I know that getting him back is going to be really hard, really complicated, and really dangerous and that's why they haven't got him back yet, but at least try to come up with a plan. Start there boys. Please. I love you all so much. I really do. But could you just TALK TO EACH OTHER BECAUSE I KNOW IT'S BOTHERING YOU INSIDE BUT YA NEED TO BRING THOSE FEELINGS TO THE OUTSIDE!!! Ok thanks xxx

Yeah I think that's all I got for today's episode. Good night? Good morning? Whatever y'all know what I mean 😘 

[lululawrence]

Hi, i know that not many people like it but.. i really like the fics like enemies to lovers, something with bullying and ect. I just enjoy sad stuff that as time goes on it gets better. Like with the bullying, one is bullied, the other saves the day. Enemies to lovers, they hurt each other at first but then they heal the wounds. Lol this was long. I'm asking for those kind of fics.. if you don't want to answer i completely understand! Have a great day!

oh darling. listen. you are NOT alone. you are not. i love these fics and so does @londonfoginacup! i sent a screenshot of this ask to a gc when you first sent it talking about how i felt bad i wasn’t able to answer it right away, and emmu immediately said she could help. i didn’t look up anything myself from this rec, these are all ones emmu sent and outside of the...three maybe?...that i haven’t read, i cosign it! she even found some i read when i first joined the fandom and didn’t have an ao3 to save them to OR i had an ao3 and didn’t understand bookmarks yet. so basically, thank you for sending this, and here are the fics emmu recs and i say AMEN! i hope there’s some in here that are what you’re looking for that possibly you haven’t read yet.

they are kind of divided by enemies to lovers that ease into bullying fics as you go down the list, but to be honest i’m just sending them to you in the order that emmu sent them to me haha enjoy!!

Through a Mirror Dimly by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry

Louis Tomlinson, in his third year at university, does not expect nor want the roommate that is being assigned to his room.

Harry Styles, in his first year at university, has just been kicked out of one dorm and doesn't want to deal with yet another snobby, rich roommate.

They don't get along, and that's just how it is, until circumstances force them to reevaluate.

Driving On The Wrong Side, Thinking Of You by @dinosaursmate / dinosaursmate

“Marcel, darling, why don’t you take Louis to your room and play on your computer?”

Louis’ heart sunk. He would defend Marcel from an infinite amount of gay jokes but it didn’t mean he wanted to spend time with him. They didn’t exactly have anything in common.

“Um, okay,” Marcel said, sounding as reluctant as Louis and slightly miserable.

“If- if you want to.”

“Sure.”---Louis is the most popular guy in sixth form. Don't get the wrong idea, he's a good guy, and he absolutely won't stand for his friends teasing his neighbour, Marcel.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews / 100percentsassy and gloria_andrews

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

feel so foolish by @juliusschmidt / juliusschmidt

Louis and his friends keep laughing at Harry; he's sure of it. But he's not sure why.

Pour Your Heart Out by @hrrytomlinson / hrrytomlinson

Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.

Love Is a Kitten from Hell by youbeyou

Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he's terrified of being bullied again. Just when he's getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window.

Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong.

Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?

Loner or Lover? by @oops-lt / Vanniebean

An AU in which Harry is a junior who just moved to Doncaster and on his first day of school he makes the schools most popular and loved boy spill coffee on himself. Harry planned on going through high school under the radar, but that quickly changes when he bumps into Louis. Harry gets known to everyone else as the annoying kid who was "rude" to Louis, but to Louis himself, he's stuck on one question. Should he leave the boy as a loner, or become his lover?

Love is like this; not a heartbeat, but a moan by @angelichl /angelichl

"He hates this, more than anything in the world he hates this. His title, his rank, his DNA. Unchangeable. Fated.

And then there’s Harry, born to be unobjectively superior to Louis and all other O’s. Unlike other A’s, Harry doesn’t wear his alpha-ness very well. He’s clumsy with it, like walking around in a pair of shoes a size too big. His life is defined by uncertainty and tentativeness, and those are definitely not qualities alphas should have.

Sometimes, when Louis ponders it for too long, he thinks that maybe Harry resents being an A just as much as Louis resents being an O."

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen. Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

Make It Work by fanshae

Prompt: Arranged marriage AU. Harry is an omega who has reached the age where he must be married due to his family's income status. Only the aristocratic omegas are exempt. His parents try to hide him but eventually the government gets word and in punishment, gives the omega to a spoiled aristocrat son of a lord, Louis. Louis is more than thrilled to have his own omega and once Harry goes into heat, he explores the boy with fascination and unintentionally impregnates him. This leads to a boy used to living carefree and drinking the day away with other nobles to having to face fatherhood.

Be with me so happily by @briannamarguerite / BriaMaria

Harry Styles may have had his doubts at first, but by the time the gates to the elephant sanctuary came into view he was one hundred percent positive. Louis Tomlinson hated his guts. Like hated, hated. Like loathed-him-on-sight hated.

From what Harry could tell, he hadn’t even done anything close to insulting enough to warrant the disdain that was Louis Tomlinson’s default expression whenever he looked at Harry. It really wasn’t fair. Especially since he’d been lusting after the man from the second he’d laid eyes on that pretty, pretty face with those pretty, pretty eyes.

Or ... the one where Harry Styles has a bad reputation and a heart of gold, and Louis Tomlinson wishes he wasn't so enchanted by boys who looked like Disney characters and wore shirts with bumble bees on them.

[aka Louis is the director of the Styles Elephant Sanctuary and really doesn't want to babysit his funder's spoiled lay-about son for two months]

say i hate you but i always stay by @liltinylouis / clicheanna

It was a nice thought, and he must have dozed off to it, because the next thing he was aware of was wet and cold.

Harry shot up in the bed. His hair was dripping, soaked curls hanging in front of his eyes. Droplets of water ran down his bare chest. The sheets and blanket were damp.

Louis stood next to the bed with a smug grin. In one hand he was holding an empty glass.

About thirty minutes later, Harry was parked outside the football pitch. Louis climbed out of the car, duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

He waved at Harry and blew him a kiss as he walked away. Harry flipped him off.

Or the one where Harry hates Louis, he's almost sure Louis hates him, and they live together. Driving him to football practice everyday is not apart of Harry's plans, but Louis is pretty adamant if it means annoying Harry.

don’t believe me just watch by ariadne_odair

The thing is, Louis knows Harry’s name. Harry knows he does. Harry corrects him every time. Repeatedly. Politely. Slightly hysterically that time he’d walked in on Louis sucking a boy off in the toilets.

Uni AU were Harry strongly dislikes the footie captain that calls him Henry no matter how many times Harry corrects him and is unfairly gorgeous. Friends meet friends and somehow they end up alone at Niall's New Years Eve party. Louis says things he wouldn't sober. And do things.

Violets and Paper Airplanes by b0yfriendsinl0ve

Harry likes Louis very much a lot and Louis’ a bit of an arsehole.

Leave Your Mark On Me by @fullonlarrie / FullOnLarrie

When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

just you wait and see by Orphan Account

In which Harry mistakes Louis' flirting as an attempt to steal his job.

a fully armed battalion (to remind you of my love) by @mediawhorefics / MediaWhore

“He was flirting with you by the way,” Niall says casually once he’s finished saying goodbye to Louis and he’s joined Harry outside.

“No he wasn’t,” Harry replies automatically, feeling his heart clench at the thought. Was he?

Niall simply raises a mocking eyebrow in response before wrapping his scarf twice around his neck.

“Not that it matters!” Harry says quickly, eyes widening. “I wouldn’t care even if he did because he’s awful and the worst.”

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Professor Styles and Professor Tomlinson absolutely despise each other. It's too bad that they're in love.

[atrainernamedradish]

Top 5 Favorite Rivals

Least Favorite list: https://atrainernamedradish.tumblr.com/post/190290513502/top-5-least-favorite-rivals

Top 5 Favorite Rivals:

5) Barry [Diamond & Pearl; Platinum]

I think people can agree with me when I say Barry either needs to lay off the sugar and caffeine, or needs some Adderall, because holy fuck he was so damned hyper it was unreal! And before someone gets mad at the joke let me remind you that there is some dialogue where he tries to count to ten, and proclaims he can’t even sit still to do so! Like sweet Lord Barry calm the fuck down lol!

Jokes aside, I thought Barry was a solid rival. He wasn’t mean-spirited about being so or always trying to act better than you about it. Sure, he was cocky, but he eventually learned that he had to put his ego aside to actually learn how to be that much of a better trainer. His teams were pretty solid too. He wasn’t the hardest person to face, but he wasn’t a pushover by any means. Sometimes his hyperness was a bit annoying, but nothing that bugged me for too long. He was a good rival to have when you’re trying to deal with the headache that is the other rival that is your boring opposite gender.

4) Marnie [Sword & Shield]

Marnie is an interesting character. When I first saw her in the reveals for Sword & Shield I thought she was going to be this arrogant punk (I blame the black leather and spikes :P), but when you actually meet her that isn’t the case. She’s actually someone who doesn’t have that much confidence in herself, at first though, but as you progress through the game she builds up to that. In fact, the only thing she was confident in was not taking over her brother’s gym and setting out to do her own thing. Besides believing how confident she was going to be, I was also expecting Marnie to have this annoying personality (but I feel like that was due to Team Yell being there more than anything), but once again she blew my expectations out of the water! Her personality was sweet and likeable and it was refreshing! Her team was actually a pretty powerful one and was actually fit her aesthetic! That’s actually rare for a rival in this series if I’m being honest… From her aesthetic that mixes hard and soft (which yay the girls will be getting her outfit which I adore and can’t wait to have on my alt character!), her sweet shy personality that eventually gets some quiet confidence behind it, and her battle prowess, I enjoyed her as a rival as opposed to the other two who either got shafted by the overdone formula, or the one rival trying to be the OG rival who we’ll never truly get back.

3) Blue (Green) [Pokemon Red & Blue (Green); Yellow (Pikachu Edition); FireRed & LeafGreen; Let’s Go Pikachu & Eevee]

And speaking of the OG, here he is: Blue (or Green if your Japanese). Many Pokemon games after the originals have tried to replicate this character, and haven’t quite made one that is up to snuff. This character is a perfect blend of cocky asshole and a strong trainer. You almost liked how much smack he talked then enjoyed kicking his ass after the fact, and doing so wasn’t always an easy feat, even in the remakes (excluding the Let’s Go series since he isn’t your rival in that). He had almost the perfect team not only against your starter but to also counteract your team members that made up your team for said starter’s weaknesses. That’s why kicking his ass was all that much sweeter because he didn’t just hand it to you. He made you work for that victory. While I’m not necessarily someone who is looking for a rival that has to be an elite trainer or anything, it’s nice to not have a friendly rival who talks a big game but is always going to face defeat, and quite easily and quickly too, by your hands. There have been some other rivals that have been pretty tough to deal with, but not as challenging as Blue will ever be… There’s a reason you will find this asshole on almost every top rival list. He earned that spot. Because despite being that smack talking asshole that you have to work extra hard to beat… he is kind of charming. He’s the rival you love to beat.

2) Bianca [Pokemon Black & White; Black 2 & White 2]

I want to make this clear with about my opinions on characters in Pokemon: they don’t have to be the strongest to be my favorites or even liked for that matter, and Bianca is one of those characters as far as battling prowess is concerned. I like Bianca for her character arc as well as the character herself. I think this character gets a lot of hate for no reason other than her not being a strong trainer, or not automatically being this confident cool character that should be ready to adventure which is honestly sad…

For me, Bianca is a very relatable character who in my honest opinion is a very underrated character. She is a character who wanted to do something with her life, but wasn’t sure how to start or go about doing it. Her first attempt is by doing what all the other characters her age do and that’s to set off on her own Pokemon journey, even if she wasn’t exactly ready. As her story progresses she comes to realize that that isn’t for her, and honestly not every person in that world is going to go out there finding out that this is for them. Not to mention not everyone who sets out on their Pokemon journey is going to find themselves being these super powerful trainers who are always going to confidently beat everything in their path. Bianca getting picked on by Team Plasma was not all that farfetched. She was a brand new trainer experiencing new things making her an easy target for them. Your character could have easily been just as privy to Team Plasma. Generation V showed that anyone was susceptible to them. But anyway, I’m going a little off topic, Bianca did struggle, but her struggles eventually took her to her calling: being a professor’s aid. Which fits her and overall is a good story arc for her. She’s not your typical rival of going around trying to one-up you and getting on your nerves trying to do so. She’s a friend, a main character, and unlike the typical power hungry overused rival archetypes, she grew and I was happy for her.

Not to mention, Bianca is one of the first few characters in the series to actually really… notice that there is this big new world around you and it’s something to explore taking it in as opposed to rushing into filling the Pokedex or doing the Gym Challenge, and honestly that’s refreshing for a character! Because you cannot tell me that if you were to leave your home setting off on a journey traveling to many new places that you’d overlook everything? Probably not. You’d want to explore all the new sites. That’s the whole point of an RPG is to explore. I felt more immersed in Black & White than most Pokemon games because I had a character in my journey to make it feel like it was actual exploration instead of bare bones places with much to be had. Unova, as to other regions, had a lot more sightseeing options and a lot more to explore. Unova just felt big, kind of like Johto and Kanto for GSC/HGSS. Just, thanks Bianca for feeling like a real person, instead of one-dimension rival who either wants to kick my ass or is so boring that I wish they were annoying lol…

1) Wally [Pokemon Ruby & Sapphire; Emerald; Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire]

It’s like I stated with Bianca: a rival for me doesn’t have to have battle prowess to be liked by or be a favorite for me. Not gonna lie, I wish Wally had a better team, but unfortunately Wally falls under the earlier formulas of forcing trainers to use entirely new Pokemon instead only peppering their teams with a few new ones, but whatever… 

Wally has one of my favorite rival arcs. He is a sickly kid who wants so badly to be healthier and have a Pokemon of his own so he could one day to set on his very own Pokemon journey like the other kids who have probably left by now on it. Nicely enough your character is there to guide and watch over him as he finally catches his very own Pokemon, even if later you were there to kick his ass a bit later on… While I do like how ORAS gave more facial expressions for this character to make you more sympathetic to him in the story… I wish they hadn’t had him show up after your battle with your dad to keep that mysteriousness of him actually progressing along side you on your Gym Challenge (yes I know you could read the gym signs to see that he’s doing it, but no one thinks to read those, let’s be honest!) before running into him at the end of Victory Road, but oh well. Honestly I wish they had had him in the Champion spot, kind of like what RBY did with Blue, but instead of knowing your rival was one step ahead of you as always you had the sickly kid you thought you sent home after a crushing defeat there instead who actually overcame it and decided to meet you there to prove he did so.

Overall Wally was an underdog and I like characters like that. You don’t expect him to become much more powerful after Mauville. He takes his defeat and he does his best to make up for it by having it push him. He wants to be stronger to prove to everyone, but more importantly to you, the person who was there to witness his journey from the start, how capable he was. Yeah, you do inevitably beat him, which is the fate of the main player in Pokemon, but when you do it you don’t think “aw man I beat another weak rival” or “hah! I beat your smug ass again!” you think of how it was a fun battle and a great progression in a well developed character’s story. And even then, Wally doesn’t take the defeat as a loss, but more as a way to push himself even further. He sees losing as a way to overcome something as to trying to cover up his frustration or to go packing home, and that is an admirable trait. Plus the final battle with him on Victory Road was pretty epic with that new theme of his as well as made me a bit sad because I had to beat him and all he did was smile and thank me… Made me want to cry lol… But that’s why Wally is my favorite rival. He has a great character arc, personality, and he makes me feel so many emotions that I feel like other rivals or characters couldn’t give me… Good job Wally you will always be the rival. 

[protezioni]

ALSO ONE MORE THING LOL, headcanons on a crossover au horror movie night?

This ended up really long but I hope you love it!! It's also probably because it's headcanons which I really live for. BUT ALSO YES OF COURSE I LIVE FOR THE CROSSOVER AU AND ALSO FOR HALLOWEEN!! All Zeta characters belong to Emi, FOLLOW @zetacomic !! Miho also was made by @polar-stars !! Isao was made by @nightcrownsking!! Stan them

Movie Picking

-Zuro sets out a whole bunch of movies, ranging from mockumentary horror films to you wouldn't be able to sleep for a week horror films on the table.

-Shoya is set on watching JAWS series. He wants to see his family win. Zuro adds one movie to the list because it was his bro's request.

-Haru comes in, SHE PICKS A MOVIE. She doesn't realize she's scarier than the movie marathon that is coming, but well- her choice will be included. Or else she will be angry. No one wants her angry. Ayame approves on her choice and recommends a movie. Zuro places her recommendation away. Ayame was never best to pick one unless it was romance movies.

-TAI AND MAI SAY THEY WANT MURDER ON SCREEN. Their sugesstion? Accepted. There was a slasher horror, which did include murder. They would probably enjoy it that day.

-Izami tosses a few recommendations. He picks the one with the horror that pulls on the most heartstrings yet still scares the crap out of people. Suggestion accepted.

-Isao gives a movie. Immediately burned by Sepheir. She does not trust this man.

-So far they have one Jaws movie, a film Haru wanted, slasher horror and an angsty horror movie. Seems good enough. They will be watching from 6-3, but people can choose to sleep earlier (if they can after that).

Movie Preparation

-Ko spends SO MUCH. Chips, Sodas, Full blown Meals, Popcorn, Cotton Candy, Everything--- For EVERYONE. He splits them all evenly and everyone has their personal food and drink box.

-Makoto is SURPISED over how much things he bought without thinking... He shouldn't spend his money like this! But it was for Zygos and Protezioni... but still! That's carelessly using money!

-Makoto gives him a good talk

-Yuuki is lowkey anxious over the movie choices but Asuka ends up comforting him and calming him down. Tells him that Big Sis Asuka is always there! Yuuki calms down fairly well!

-Yuri is watching Shigure cry even before the movie starts. She's calling him a dumbass and tells him it hasn't started yet. Turns our Shigure was crying over something else and she facepalms.

-Romano is hugging his paperwork but Hide is trying to tell him to relax for once and let it go. He follows for once and believes in her words. She says it is best to let himself not do work since Halloween only happens once a year. He is very convinced.

-Ace is worried if the kids can handle it, but he prepares a comfort blanket in advanced in case any of them want to go under one later. There are 10 comfort blankets with stuffed toys under it. Tsukki helps in gathering pillows.

-The movie marathon starts.

Movie Watching

-Jaws was the first to come.

-All of Zygos turn their head to Shoya. Protezioni proceeds to do the same.

-"I wanted to see my fellow scalys."

"THIS DOESN'T FIT THE ATMOSPHERE, SHITHEAD"

"Jun, your temper is worse than your height"

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT"

-Eis tries to calm Junko down, Zuro laughs about the whole thing. Fortunato facepalms and tells them to calm the fuck down. Maemi knew this would happen. He is very tired. Kaito tries to stop them.

-Anyway Jaws was being watched by several other people. Kuro thoughts the sharks were dolphins. "Dudeeee, they're sharks? I thought sharks were bigger." "THOSE ARE WHALES, KURO"

-Kana is laughing her ass off at this moment, Ren makes a dramatic speech in the middle "Oh whale, oh shark, what is your true reflection-" Shima is so done with this shit. What's worse- the speech or the movie? Shinji talks about how different everyone's aura is because of one single movie.

-Tilear is too busy snickering over Team Omega to focus, she is enjoying. Izami is actually watching the movie. Asks Oliviero if his fang was close to a shark's. Oliviero said he was more of cub or something. Ko wants them to be quiet so he could watch the film. They don't become quiet.

-Haru is excited. She says she brought up the next movie! Everyone is wondering what she picked. It turns out to be a psychological horror! They did not expect this, but the movie was fine.

-Kaito SCREAMS when he sees something happens, he is seeking for hug. For comfort. He cannot handle this. Aki decides to hug him and comfort him. They go to the comfort blankets.

-Tsuyobi jumps off the couch when something happens, Mitsu is the one who takes care of a shaking Tsuyobi. Hoping he is is okay.

-Alderardo names everything wrong with the film because it's a psychological horror and not a lot of things makes sense. Haru yells at him to shut up. He shuts up. Tana is glad he was able to shut the fuck up. Wants to thank Haru for that.

-Masao feels like an undefeated entity because he didn't back out in the movie unlike Kaito. HE WAS THE SUPERIOR LEADER. THE BRAVER LEADER. THE--- Kaya tells him to stop being like that and just sit down and enjoy the movie. Masao ends up sitting down and watching the movie.

-Anzu is clinging to Hide, Hide allows her to cling to her. Eis is clinging to Ella, who looks around but awkwardly pats Eis's back. Team 2 is making a theory silently because they are the most observant team. ALL THEIR THEORIES WERE PROVEN RIGHT.

-Miho comes in out of nowhere, a smile on her face, a flashlight underneath her. "Tea?" EVERYONE THOUGHT SHE LOOKED LIKE A GHOST. Turns out Ami was holding the flashlight below her. She is now officially dubbed as the tea ghost. She looked like one of the characters.

-The next is the slasher film the Murder Twins chose. THEY BOTH BRING UP MURDER. Riichi looks interested, he brings up he learned some sneaky moves through this movie! A lot of people look at them and see them as a very dangerous group if they worked together.

-Yuuki does get anxious over some parts, but Asuka is there to comfort him. Yarohe ends up being his comfort teddy bear. Ko just silently watches the rest to see how they are doing.

-Bren and Tilear have a small discussion because there is a lot of things to talk about since there are weapons in it. Tilear asks Yuuki about a question about his gun and says he doesn't need to feel anxious because he'd be able to shoot the man with no problem. Asuka pats the back of Yuuki who is internally screaming because someone believes in his skill.

-Marmi ends up gathering notes and he sees how Riichi was able to use these notes for something. Celes predicts what's happens next, saying it was a common strategy that is found in horror films. Calls the cast dumb and she isn't surprised that they are dying.

-The strategists talk about something together and make the best plan to escape if they ever end up in a situation like that. Their plan is the best plan ever created and if they were in a horror movie, they will 10000000% survive. Celes, Hide, Maemi, Miho and Shinji were a group who'd never die in a horror film.

-Ami mentions things that could have happened and says she would be a better murderer than the main antagonist of the slasher film. The stealth experts agree with her. Kiyaru also brings that up and Team 2 all agree with her. Bernando says he would fight the antagonist and win. The whole team 4 agrees. Akira comments about how unrealistic it is and the cops are doing a horrible job, brings up both Zygos and Protezioni are way better than the cops. Says the cops are useless in the movie.

-The talk is about murder and how they survive. The movie was overall enjoyable though and it was a great slasher film. There were holes to it, but the Murder Twins loved the blood.

-Okay now was the horror film that had the most emotional scenes. Kaito goes out of the comfort blanket, and Izami gives a small warning that it gets pretty sad. Sepheir comments she knows the film and it does get pretty sad. Everyone knows it's seriously shit sad when Sepheir says that.

-The horror parts were scary as fuck. People jumped from their seats. Kaito wanted to hide again and he screamed again. He is not the best with horror movies. Ayame comments about how this was really disturbing and Hiyaro agrees with her comments. Junko says if she saw a face like that, she's stab the fucker.

-Okay but when the sad parts come? PEOPLE BEGIN CRYING. Kaito starts bawling his eyes out instead of screaming and the whole Zetas decided to comfort their leader. Anzu starts tearing up and Hide tries to cheer her up but yells at Izami for showing that movie. Izami yells back that he warns them. Shigure is crying so bad and Yuri awkwardly comforts him but he just cries even louder. Aki is crying and Allen is in panic. Rika is silently crying and Akira is just allowing her to lean on him.

-It ends up with people crying because of fear or because of sadness. Shoya laughs at some parts and no one knows why he laughs. "LOOK HE DIED" "It isnT FUNNY SHO" "IT WAS IN A STUPID WAY" "SHO"

-Mitsu cries and the whole Zeta is prepared to fight whoever made Mitsu cry. It turns out it was the film. It's just that emotional.

-Movie night ends after the whole roller coaster ride of emotions

-A lot end up sleeping in the living room. Reo and Namito were actually busy doing trick or treating and they slept early like the good kids they are! They wake up to this sight and wonder what happened! Good children through and through.

[daggerandrose]

Happy New Year! Besides supernatural aus, ABO au is my absolute favorite type of fic to read. From scenting to nesting, I just love it and lowkey wish that it was a real thing. Here’s a list of ABO aus that are alpha harry/omega louis bc that seems to be the one I gravitate towards most. I do have a list that are alpha louis/omega harry and I’ll definitely do a fic rec list at some point. If you have any fic recs please send them my way as I love reading fics!

As always, please leave a comment and kudos for the authors!

PS. I have more AH/OL fics to rec but I didn’t want this to be super long lol

Anybody Have a Map?, 13k, by @2tiedships2

Niall rolled his eyes, “You two are weird. Fine. Me and Liam will go by ourselves. Party poopers.”

Niall got up to get ready but first turned to Louis and asked, “Lou are you still kicking me out next week? I’ll see if I can make plans with Liam.”

Louis cringed. Because of course Niall would say something in front of Harry.

“Yeah,” Louis stated. “That’s still the plan. Now run along my little Irish idiot.”

Niall skipped the ten feet to his bedroom to get ready. Louis steeled himself for Harry’s inquiry.

“What’s next week, Lou?” Harry looked down at him with a confused look in his eyes.

Or the one where Louis met Harry in NYC where they bonded as fellow Brits in the large city. Years later, with Louis' upcoming heat, maybe it's time for their friendship to become something more.

I Know How To Whisk (But Teach Me Anyway), 32k, by 2tiedships2

Louis scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t understand. Unmated alphas don’t just go into a rut out of nowhere. Unless…”

Louis grabbed onto Niall’s arm in desperation. “Am I a homewrecker? Does Harry have a mate? Oh my God, was he not flirting? Did the change in his scent not have anything to do with my smell yesterday? Did I just make that up!?”

Louis let go of Niall and dropped his face in his hands. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

“You’re an idiot,” Niall stated. Louis looked up to find Niall rolling his eyes. He snapped his laptop closed and moved to stand up. “I need to get some work done. Why don’t you stay here and think back to ABO dynamics 101.”

With that Niall hopped off the couch and headed to his room. He stopped and turned to Louis before he made it to the hall and said, “Oh, and Lou. You may want to reconsider your outlook on soulmates.”

Louis yelled after him. “Soulmates aren’t a thing, Niall!”

Or the one in which banana bread just might make Louis change his mind about soulmates.

Your Touch Is The Only Thing I Feel, 15k, by 2tiedships2

Liam. Liam was finally here. Louis kept his eyes closed and cuddled farther into Liam’s side, revelling in the pheromones Louis’ body desperately needed. He wasn’t sure how long Liam had been holding him, but Louis figured it had to have been at least an hour by the way his body had loosened. The need of an alpha’s touch seemed to have been temporarily lifted from his mind.

Louis listened to the sounds of the pub around him. It was louder than before he had fallen asleep and he briefly wondered why Liam hadn’t just woken him to go back to their flat.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Louis’ eyes flew open at the sound of Niall’s voice, and the arm that had been around Louis shoulders lifted in the same instant. He missed the warmth immediately.

Louis looked from Niall’s stormy face over to the person who was definitely not Liam. The alpha Liam impersonator, who smelled a lot better than the actual Liam now that Louis was alert, looked back at Louis with wide eyes and familiar furrowed brows.

Or the one where Louis refuses to settle for just any alpha despite intense touch deprivation. Fortunately Harry isn't just any alpha.

Holiday Greetings (And Gay Happy Meetings), 18k, by 2tiedships2

"Onwards to drop me off at Robert's before you go to Harry's!" Louis proclaimed when they were safely in the car. Or at least Louis was safely in. Niall was still brushing the snow out of his hair that Louis had accidentally dropped on him.

"We're picking up biscuits first," Niall grumbled as the snow melted into his hair. "You can wait in the car."

After three times of the car sounding like it was dying a slow and tragic death, it finally decided to start.

"This is what happens when you try to change the name of your car after five years," Louis said as a reminder of Niall's stupidity. "You'd be upset too if you were a car named Greased Lightning with a passenger trying to get it renamed to Dusty."

"To be fair," Niall explained, "the name Dusty does seem a bit more accurate."

"Make sure to leave the car running while you're getting whatever you're getting from Harry," Louis said in disgust. "This car is going to choke for good after that comment and I don't want to be stuck at Harry's place when that happens."

Or the one where Niall's dead car and and a foot of snow conspire to force Louis into spending time with an alpha he hates.... or does he?

I Wanna Be More Than Friends, 20k, 2tiedships2

He hadn't meant to scent Harry. They were best friends and that was it. Scenting best friends wasn't exactly socially acceptable.

"Lou," Harry whispered.

Louis jumped at his name and sat up straighter to provide a bit of distance between himself and Harry.

"You can't scent me, Lou," Harry stated.

Which of course Louis couldn't scent him. They were best friends.

"I mean," Harry continued. "I wouldn't mind exactly, but if I can't scent you, I don't think you should scent me."

"What do you mean you can't scent me? I mean, I get it because we're best friends but..."

"I mean I can't smell you, Louis. I fucking can't smell you. I can't smell anything, okay?"

Or the one where Harry’s an alpha with no sense of smell, Louis’ an omega who isn’t allowed to scent his best friend, and that’s all they’ll ever be. Obviously.

If I Loved You Less, 36k, by @allwaswell16

Beautiful omega Louis Tomlinson is set to make his come out in London society and determined to find a mate in his first Season. With the help and protection of his oldest friend, Lord Niall Mendes, he takes Society by storm.

Being a wealthy and titled alpha means Lord Harry Styles has grown used to avoiding unmated omegas...until now. This Season he finds himself at every Society event just for a chance to speak with the omega with the flashing blue eyes.

Louis has the aristocracy at his feet and all the suitors he could hope for, but his secrets may ruin his chance at a love match.

Love is like this; not a heartbeat but a moan, 13k, by @angelichl

"He hates this, more than anything in the world he hates this. His title, his rank, his DNA. Unchangeable. Fated.

And then there’s Harry, born to be unobjectively superior to Louis and all other O’s. Unlike other A’s, Harry doesn’t wear his alpha-ness very well. He’s clumsy with it, like walking around in a pair of shoes a size too big. His life is defined by uncertainty and tentativeness, and those are definitely not qualities alphas should have.

Sometimes, when Louis ponders it for too long, he thinks that maybe Harry resents being an A just as much as Louis resents being an O."

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen. Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

and forever is like this; endless, but definite, 11k, by angelichl

in which Louis and Harry figure things out.

My Star In the Sky, 23k, by angelichl

Louis and Harry have been best friends since they were kids, despite the fact that society and biology say they should be something more. Everything changes when Louis mistakenly returns to their flat during Harry's rut.

Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat, 34k, by angelichl

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

I want you so much (but I hate your guts), 83k, by @obviouslybecauselarry

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can't do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor's certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn't seem to like him complicates matters, though.

Pray for some sweet simplicity, 237k, by @emperorstyles

Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.

Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for

Baby Honey, 14k, by emperorstyles

When the next great war strikes, all alphas have to ship out. Alex leaves a little more behind than some of the others.

Where You Lay, 86k, by @ham-palpert

When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles. Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

[villainskingdom]

#33 (Kenny Omega)

Okay... I delayed more than I imagined but here it is, the Kenny Omega imagine requested by an anon and based on this prompt list right here.

#33 - “Bite me.”, “If you insist.”

Words: 3024 (It’s longer than I imagined it would be lol. I’d really appreciatte a feedback and, please, tell me if I should continue the story ‘cus the “end” gave me this kinda feeling of “must continue”)

Warnings: only a slight smut

Credit goes to the gif owner. Please forgive me for any mistake, english is not my birth language.

Tagging: @blondekel77 @fuentesmagix @pandapupboy @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @feeltheglow-littlemissbliss @axelwolf8109 @vipervenomisgoodforyou @50shadesofkennyomega @alafairftw @imnobodiesbitch @mrs-storm @blissfullrollins @deaddecade @omega-is-love @purplegirl20 @swamptrashwithasideofsass @brittany012364 @kingslayers-angel @lanalizzytho

{...}

"Bite me."

He was good at provoking me. Great, actually. He always knew what to do to get me in his hands and he intentionally toyed with it. I was not a saint either, forcing him to beg for a touch sometimes. My body. My will. We were perfect sinners to each other. The curls of his hair, slumped over the eyes, disheveled as always, together with the malicious smile that came over me. He brought hell and heaven, while I was the embodiment of an angel. Every time I heard him say how much my face was too angelic to hide such sordid thoughts. "Never judge a book by its cover," this phrase is the greatest of truths. Age never meant maturity, much less experience. I proved it. The difference of 13 years never bothered me and I assumed it didn’t bother him either, otherwise we would have stopped meeting. Incidentally, nobody knew about such meetings. Obviously. After all, secrecy is the guarantee of replay. He had a contradictory way that drew me close. When I first saw him, I was lost in thought, and suddenly I noticed myself exchanging glances with that complete stranger. Later, on the same day, the unknown would leave its mark by kissing my lips; with a right to a bite. Enough to not forget it. Certain friendships in common helped our approach. The days in his company always ended well, somehow. I never regretted it, maybe it was living proof of the saying "Live without regrets." He too, but in front of the others we were just simple acquaintances. We talked little. Words aren’t necessary when actions speak louder. He preferred that. Ignoring everything and everyone, we were going very well ... Until we discussed the question of age. "That's wrong," he told me the last time we met. I argued, he was resolute; we fought. Each one to its side but without forgetting the other. I missed his touch and he certainly could not take the past from his mind to see me conserve with his friends. Of something, I was sure. He would come back to me at one point or another.

{...}

“(Y/N)! Wake up!” I blinked my eyes, regaining the science of where I was. Nick and Matt were frowning at me, not understanding at all. “Sleeping up again?!”

“Me?! Of course not!” I nodded Nick, gesturing as if his assumption were the most impossible.

"Oh, of course!" Nick was ironic, rolling his eyes. “You were just dreaming!”

"Be careful not to drool next time"; Matt said, mocking me. Only then I realized that my gaze was on a young man, customer of the same coffe shop of the hotel where we were. He was cute, but not good enough to catch my attention.

"I was not staring at him!" I defended myself, before the two of them began with their complacent looks. It didn’t help much, soon a "HUUUUUM" in unison made itself present.

I rolled my eyes, lowering my head as if I could hide from their games. “Don’t sleep ‘cus soon we have an interview!” Matt complaining. That was the result of my attitude.

“And?” I grunted, not lifting my face.

"You're going to take the pictures!" Nick exclaimed, probably faking indignation.

"I don’t care"; I grumbled, making charm and turning my face as if I really wanted to sleep.

Unfortunately, I soon felt someone shake my arms, forcing me to stand up and face them both, with a clear gunshot look. Matt had a laugh outlined on his lips, not making a point of hiding, while Nick disguised himself as he fingered the cell phone.

“Idiots.” I grumbled again, running my hand through my hair. “Stop it.”

“What? We just wanna make sure you won’t sleep and lose the interview time!”

I arched an eyebrow. "The conference is two hours from now. There’s enough time...”

"Even though"; they both shrugged.

I wanted to roll my eyes one more time, but I was already doing it too much for just one day. So I just stared at them in a perfect "Seriously?" look. They must be kidding! They were never any examples of punctuality, so why were they playing responsible ones?

"Just explain, why such a rush? You said that more people were going to participate in the interview and so far I haven’t seen anyone give the air of grace!”

"He's coming"; he? I kept an arched eyebrow. Their manner was very strange; especially Matt, who kept looking sideways at the apparent search for someone. "What were you daydreaming about, by the way?"

I swallowed hard. “Nothing.” I answered quickly, trying not to show anything out of the ordinary. I was absorbed in the memories of my moments with Kenny, and the two of us knew our recent involvement had never been an option. Sometimes I even suspected Nick and Matt knew something, but I preferred to keep it a secret. I was worried what they would think of me if they found out.

I knew how to hide well. During the time we had been in this somewhat wrong relationship, I acted like he was only an acquaintance. The great Kenny Omega. While I was just an amateur photographer, trying to gain recognition with my work in coverage of events and conferences. No one would suspect. Anyway, nothing else mattered. We were finished.

It had never been serious. I swear. My worst annoyance was still missing him. I'd be lying if I said Kenny Omega was dead to me. And, well, speaking of the Devil ..

Kenny made his noticed presence easily, with the sound of the small bell attached to the door. I never understood why it was needed , but I thanked it mentally for announcing his arrival. I didn’t want surprises, especially one like that. But as soon as he came in, our eyes met.

The contact sustained itself long enough to notice her surprise at seeing me. I was no different, though the strange way the Bucks had alerted me to something. He would also participate in the interview, it was the basics to know and enough to make him wear a social outfit.

I knew how much he hated it. He had always liked simplicity, not sloppiness. His clothes often resembled a shorts or sweatpants and a t-shirt. But this time, Omega was forced to wear white social shirts and black linen pants. Uncomfortable and, unfortunately, more attractive than I imagined.

“Finally, Kenny! What a delay... "; Matt was the first to greet him, rising to give him a place in the stew. My suspicions that these brethren knew something only increased when I saw the Cleaner lodge right in front of me.

"You took so long that (Y/N) was already anxious ..."; I almost spit the little coffee I had just taken when I heard him. "What gave you both?!?!" I asked mentally, trying to shoot the youngest of the Bucks with the deepest rage. "I mean ... Impatient!"; "That's better" I thought, softening my gaze.

“Sorry, everyone. The way here has taken longer than I imagined..."; I could hear his voice without looking at him. I preferred to distract myself by stirring the spoon restlessly over the cup of coffee. He still made me want him, I didn’t need to look at him again to know that.

"No problem ... So, Kenny, remember (Y/N)?" Nick spoke again, forcing me to look up in time to see Omega nod shortly and return to the contact earlier.

Disguising myself, I gave a short, complimenting smile and turned my attention back to the coffee. That would follow the next two hours: Kenny, Matt and Nick talking, and I distracting myself with anything within my reach. In fact, that was the best option. I wouldn’t have to look directly at Kenny Omega, see how he continued the same and how his smile still invited me to sin, next to his badly buttoned shirt that left part of his abdomen on display.

I wasn’t in love, it was only desire, but such a desire prevented me from forgetting. After all, I knew that, deep down, he had the urge to take me back into his arms. He repressed it as if it were wrong... Honestly, who cares?

“Let's go soon.” Matt's voice ceased my reverie, making me look up as he stood up from the stew.

Unlike his brother, Nick looked as if he had no idea why he was suddenly leaving. That's how I saw the two of them exchanging suspicious looks. “.. Yeah... We have lots to do.” And suddenly the youngest had agreed.

"What gave these two?"; I asked myself mentally, making mention of getting up. Something that was soon blocked by Nick. “No! You stay.”

I arched an eyebrow, suspecting more and more. “Why?”

“Why?! The answer is so simple!” I kept staring at them, without a trace of belief. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Kenny wasn’t unlike me either. "You and Kenny barely know each other, you gotta talk more”

“Exactly! One of the most important keys to success is knowing the professional you work with.” Nick completed, resting his hands on Kenny's shoulders as if to advise him.

I wanted to ask where he'd gotten such bullshit, but when I found it, they'd already moved away toward the hotel hall. And from what I could see, they were laughing at us. "Idiots"; I thought, breathing deep into the air in my lungs, then releasing it, snorting with annoyance. I imagined that silence would linger between me and Kenny, tense as ever, but his voice echoed in my ears without warning. “What did you tell them?”

I blinked my eyes in surprise, forcing myself to look at him as he frowned. “... What?”

“What did you tell them?” He repeated the question impatiently.

It was enough for me to be indignant. Frowning, I stared at him as if he was an imbecile. He was, though his blue-green eyes attracted me even with a mixture of impatience and doubt emblazoned on them. "What makes you think I told them something?"

He shrugged. "I didn’t tell them anything"; his reply was short, his eyes straying from mine. He looked exhausted. "Look, (Y/N), if you-"

"No, Kenny, no.” I interrupted him. My tone made him look at me. There was more than impatience and doubt in his orbs, I just couldn’t define what. "Just because you didn’t, that doesn’t mean it's my fault. They may have figured it out somehow.”

“How?” He arched an eyebrow.

“I don’t know!” I exasperated. Our conversation had barely begun and I was tired of it, my patience had worn out in the first second. I lowered my head, pushing the coffee cup away so I could rest it on the table, and stay for as long as I needed. It was my way of ignoring the world, and especially Kenny Omega.

My attitude seemed to alert him. He knew part of my ways, enough to know what to do. Soon I felt his hand lift my face, making me look at him. “I never wanted anyone to know ... That's why ...”

"Don’t tell me that's why it's over." I interrupted him, seeing the glow in his orbs cease. He was hiding something from me. "I know when you're telling the truth, Kenny, and you're not.”

He seemed muted for a few moments to utter a word. “It was...”

“Wrong?” I asked, completing it. He nodded in agreement, running his hand over his face and then through his hair. I forced a humorless laugh, denying it. “We never did anything right.”

“That’s what made it good.” I finally allowed myself a sincere laugh, seeing the smile on his lips and the glint in his eyes as he watched me with a certain tenderness. I had never seen him like this before, I was accustomed to his complete glance of desire, but suddenly I liked more this new experience. Too bad the joy didn’t last long. “... I miss you.”

My smile faded, being drawn back to reality. "Then why did you end it all?" I was harsh, cutting off her joy in a moment.

“... Because it was the best ...”

“Best for who, Kenny?! For who?!” I exasperated, rising from the upholstery with the palms of my hands on the table. Anger and another unknown sensation corroded me, making my blood boil. Such a reaction had probably caught everyone's attention but I didn’t care. “Only if it's for you because it wasn’t for me!”

"(Y/N), I ..." He looked exhausted, massaging his temple, but I had lost my temper long ago.

"No, you listen to me now!" I shut him up. "That's your problem; Everything is always about you! Kenny Omega that, Kenny Omega that ... You're so caught up in your ego about being the Cleaner that you don’t even notice the world around you.”

My words ended as harshly as they began, leaving him dumbfounded. Without waiting for anything, I grabbed my cell phone, which had been on the table all the time, and headed toward the hotel hall. Strong steps, anger dictating decisions; I did not give myself a chance to look back until I felt someone grab my wrist. I already knew who. "(Y/N), please ... Wait."

I rolled my eyes at the sound of his voice, avoiding any contact with his orbs because I knew that in one way or another they could change my mind. “What you want?”

“Where are you going?” He didn’t answer me.

"To my room! I can’t go to the conference looking like this”" I snorted, showing off my own clothes: a white sweatshirt, little shorts, and some sneakers. I wasn’t presentable for sure.

I tried to pull away from his grip, but he held on, as if willing to change my mind. “... Wait for me, please.” His voice broke, something I had never seen. Who would say; the great Kenny Omega, The Cleaner, acting this way... And apparently for me. The discomfort was visible in his eyes. I blame him, because of that, I went back on my decision.

“... Okay.” I sighed, giving up. Even so, in the moment I got released from his grip, I followed to the elevators; without giving him the slightest glance.

The hotel where me and the Bucks stayed had its facilities. In addition to being the same where the conference would take place, there’s a small coffee shop connected to the main entrance. For me, that was the best thing; I spent most of my time there.

My intention was to go to my room, change my clothes, and then go to work. Already in the elevator, I pressed the buttons of the floor where it was and of the twentieth one, in which would occur the last interview before the next G1 Special. After all, Kenny would probably go there.

Speaking of the Cleaner, I hadn’t even asked whether he followed me or not. I entered the elevator without looking back, and was finishing to press the last button... When I felt myself being pulled by the waist and placed against the wall; One of my wrists lifted and trapped above my head.

"Kenny..." I whispered low, not understanding, seeing how the desire had blackened his eyes again. It didn’t take long for him to join our lips in a kiss; needy, savage, and which I soon permitted, giving way to his tongue.

I had no idea why, so suddenly, but I liked it. His free hand had already landed on my waist and descended to my ass, sticking more of our bodies. My fingers, in automatic response, were already strumming to unbutton his shirt. Deep down, I was now sure that he wanted me as much as before.

When the air was necessary, I pulled away enough to see the gleam in his eyes contrast with the gales of his chest. “... Why?” I asked, still breathing with some difficulty. He didn’t answer, just lifted me into his lap and led me out of the elevator, noticing that it had stopped on the floor of my room. I laughed with his attitude, entwining my legs around him, and only then I saw how my laughter seemed to sound like music to his ears.

The room was almost in front of the elevator, I warned him with a quick mention and in moments I felt my back against the wood of the door. "I told you I missed you..." I heard him whisper, next to my ear, as his mouth trailed kisses along my neck.

"You also said it was wrong..." I stammered, biting my lips to contain the sighs from his breath on the back of my neck.

He seemed to ignore my words, more motivated than ever to lower his left hand down my butt while giving him certain grips, with which I had to control myself very much not to pant. "For the last time..."; one more whisper, this time in my right ear as he fingered the strands of hair that fell on it. “Please, (Y/N)...”

Only I knew how this way of calling me, dragging the phonemes of my name in a muffled voice, made me shiver; especially when it came from him. I had already bristled enough to feel my body heat up, begging for more when his left hand chose to approach my intimacy and the kisses became light bites. "Bite me." I grunted, not holding up for so long.

Time didn’t seem to pass in the moment he stopped, watching me again. The dark eyes of desire and the face emblazoned by the most malicious smile; while I heard the sound of the door been unlocked. “If you insist...”

[pherryt]

@formidablepassion : Your dcj A/B/O hurt. I also want more I want the twins to get the other Alpha's scent off Dean's clothes and hunt them down

Maybe not kill them but rough them up and bring them bloody into the police station. Even if they have a right to kill them for what they did to their mate

You gave me feels

This continuation was held in hostage as requested till she got more written for our DRB :D (looking good!) 

word count for this prompt is almost 3k!!!  I apparently had to put more angst in there for the lead-up towards the request (I was tearing up writing it! Look what you did to me Foop!! lol) but I promise it has more hopeful/happy ending.

this didn’t end up exactly the way you wanted it - hope you like it anyway?

Part 1

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It hadn’t been discussed. Jimmy and Cas were afraid to bring it up. But for the next few days, neither Dean nor Jimmy went to work (Cas worked at home so no big deal there), and not one of them left the house. The celebratory dinner Jimmy had made was left untouched on the table, spoiled for having been left out for so long before they remembered it.

But something needed to be done.

They took what little they’d gleaned from Dean the first night and called in some backup. Charlie Bradbury, hacker extra-ordinaire, and Dean’s best friend. The twins felt weird about revealing anything so personal and traumatizing, but they needed her help.

Warning her that whatever she found wouldn’t be pretty, they told her what they were looking for. Castiel did the talking while Jimmy curled up with Dean. They daren’t leave him alone for a second – for his comfort and their sanity. Yet they couldn��t stay cooped up in the bed either, so they’d worked out a method for taking turns. It wasn’t unlike one of Dean’s heats, where one of the Alphas would get up for supplies and then swap with the other.

If only the circumstances weren’t so grim.

Dean was having nightmares now. It was so heartbreakingly painful to wake up to their mates’ screams and whimpers, to him thrashing and pushing them away until he calmed down enough to snap awake, to realize he was safe, that he didn’t have to fight.

That he was home.

It only deepened their resolve.

“So, you’re saying that…that after meeting up with me and Benny for drinks…someone followed him to his car and, and attacked him?” Charlies eyes were wide, her voice horrified. Castiel pinched his nose and was just glad he couldn’t scent her over Skype.

“Not just someone, multiple someone’s,” Castiel said flatly, betraying none of the anger seething through him.

Charlie looked sick, “Oh my god…” she whispered. “If only Benny and I…oh my god…”

“Charlie, this isn’t your fault. Or Benny’s. Just as it isn’t Dean’s either. And if we’re going to get Dean to believe us, then you need to believe this as well. Right now he’s…” Castiel couldn’t keep his voice even any longer, it cracked and warbled and he took a shuddering breath, his eyes closing, “right now he believes it’s his fault for not fighting back harder. That in some way he deserved it. He’s waiting for us to leave him and I – “

“Okay, okay Cas, I’m sorry. Just, just tell me what to do. How can I help you make it better?” Charlie pushed the words out in a rush, hastening to help in any way she could.

Cas swallowed and nodded, taking several deep breaths before he felt like he was able to speak without breaking again. “There should be cameras back of the Roadhouse. You know how he hates parking his car in the public lot, always afraid someone would do it damage.”

“Him and that stupid car,” Charlies voice wobbled as she tried to make a joke. Cas’s smile was wan and tight. “He’s not wrong – parking lot full of drunk people? I’d worry about leaving something as precious to him as that car out there too. Okay, so, you basically want to know who, is that it? Can’t you get the scent off his clothes?”

“We…we could, yes. But his clothes were nearly destroyed, not much left to them. And by the time Jimmy and I are willing to leave Dean to go after these guys, the scent will have long since faded. Plus, that’s leaving it to random chance. I don’t want to wander around and hope I’ll sniff these guys out. I want names. I want to know where they live and where they work. And I want proof I can send to the police.”

Charlie was silent as she listened to his strong, vehement words. “You’re gonna tell Sam,” she realized. He nodded, looking away. “Dean’s going to fucking hate that.”

“I know but…we don’t have much choice,” Castiel whispered.

She nodded, “Got it. I’m on it. I’ll call you as soon as I have anything.”

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Dean knew something was up. It had been a week since he’d crawled home in shame, broken and bleeding. His Alphas had barely left his side in all that time. Most of his wounds were healing nicely, though it would take forever for the broken bones to heal. It was everything else that worried him.

He knew this had damaged him in invisible ways, ways that would lurk beneath the surface and strike at the worst times. He could already feel it.

And it wasn’t like before. Before, it was Dean dealing with years of repression of his Omega side, of denying part of himself because of his father. That was hard enough.

Now he was flinching at sudden sounds in the safety of his own home, causing his mates to walk on eggshells around him. Waking his Alpha’s with his bad dreams – his nightmares – and causing them all to lose sleep.

And today his Alpha’s must have decided they’d had enough, because Dean had woken cold and alone in their giant bed, the emptiness glaring. Slowly, he got up and limped out of the room, anxiousness curling through him. He sniffed the air but the only scent of the twins was stale, old. The must have left within the last hour for their fresh scent to fade so much.

Instead, he smelled Charlie and Sam. All out in the living room and he quailed at the idea of seeing them. He hadn’t talked to anyone but the twins all week. Jimmy had called him out of work while Cas had made excuses for all his standing plans.

He had no idea what they’d been told, what they would expect to see if he stepped out into the living room and made his presence known. The scent shifted and he realized they were already aware of him. Gathering his courage, he limped out of the short hall and over to the kitchen, avoiding looking at anyone as he searched for something to drink.

“Dean, do you need anything?” Sam asked hesitantly from behind him. Dean slammed the glass down on the counter and bowed his head. Fuck. They knew, didn’t they? They all knew what a fucking delicate flower he was.

A small body collided with his and he stiffened, his cracked – but not actually broken, thank god for small favors – ribs jostling painfully. Charlies scent hit his nose. She was sad, but not pitying and…and was she…? He turned in her arms to find her crying, self-loathing that wasn’t his own hit him.

“What - ?” Dean couldn’t manage a more coherent thought than that. Then he saw that Sam was wearing his uniform. “What the fuck? What’s going on? Where are Jimmy and Cas?”

“I disavow any knowledge of where your mates have gone,” Sam said quickly. “But if I weren’t on duty, I might hazard a guess and that it’s Charlies’ fault.”

Dean’s head slid to the side his eyes and mouth working as he tried to figure that out. Before he could get any further, Charlie spoke again, “I’m sorry, Dean. I know, I know it’s not my fault but I still feel like it is. If we’d walked you to your car or, or something else I don’t even know, something that could have helped.”

He winced. “I don’t wanna talk about it, Red, got it?” she nodded into his chest. He glared out at his brother, “I don’t want to talk about it to anyone, okay?”

Sam looked uneasy. “As your brother, I’d love to make that promise. But as…” Sam waved his hands at his badge, “I can’t.”

Dean looked between them and shook his head. Charlie had finally let go and he walked over to the couch empty handed, the drink forgotten. Lowering himself gingerly, he looked back a them. “So, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Cas and Jimmy had an errand and they didn’t want to tell you what they were doing, in case you talked them out of it, but they didn’t want to leave you alone and think that they’d deserted you so, here we are!” Charlie beamed at him.

Dean looked from Charlie, to his brother who was now covering his ears with his hands, then back to Charlie. “Charlie, what have you done?”

“Me? I didn’t do anything. Just looked something up for the Novak’s like they asked.” She looked at him nervously.

Before Dean could demand a clarification, Sam’s phone rang and he answered it – thereby proving his hands over the ears trick didn’t actually work. Dean would have normally snorted at the ridiculousness of it all if he hadn’t been so anxious.

Sam turned away so he couldn’t be heard. After a few moments, he sighed and turned back around to look at Dean. “I’m sorry man, but I need you to come down to the station and prove witness for me.”

“What for?”

“So your mates don’t get charged with kidnapping, assault and battery.” Sam explained, sliding his phone back in his pocket.

“I’m sorry, what?” Dean’s voice was incredulous and high pitched with panic.

“It’s an old loop hole, Dean, and it works in yours – and their – favor. Sooner we get this over and done with, the sooner you can come back home and rest. I promise,” Sam said gently.

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Jimmy shifted anxiously beside his brother. They hadn’t been arrested and they weren’t in a holding cell but they weren’t exactly free to go either. They were currently sat alone in a room with one of those mirrors that everyone knew was a one-way window.

“Stop that,” Cas said flatly. Jimmy let out a breath and looked at the disheveled form of his brother. Cas was a wreck. Black eyes, split lips, possibly a broken nose. There was blood covering parts of his face, and his knuckles were beat to hell and back, scratched and bloodied. His clothes were mostly in tact but also covered in splatters of blood.

Jimmy knew he didn’t look much better. But tracking down Dean’s attackers and taking them down…it had been worth it.

By ancient law, Jimmy and Castiel had the right to kill each and every one of those men as long as they could prove they were in the right, that their mate had been hurt. And they had it.

In great deliberation, they’d decided not to.

Oh, how they’d wanted to. But Castiel had argued that it would be more satisfying to destroy their lives by making it known the type of men they were. But had agreed that they deserved to be beaten, to suffer even a fraction of the pain Dean was going through.

It was only fair.

And it had been so god damned worth it. Jimmy knew that he of all people shouldn’t take so much pleasure in anyone else’s pain, but watching them go down, hard and bloody, had been so satisfying in a way Jimmy had never experienced before.

By the light in Cas’s eyes, his twin felt the same satisfaction.

And that was after they’d made sure to mail a copy of the security camera footage to the families of each and every one of those Alphas. They’d debated the merits of doing that, too. Of the pain it would cause to show something as visceral as that to (likely) innocents.

But complete strangers couldn’t just stand there and tell those loving family members something they wouldn’t want to believe. It was amazing the kinds of behaviors some people would revert to when their families weren’t around. And their families could never think the worst of their husband/wife/mate or their son/daughter or whatever they were.

So Cas and Jimmy had compromised. They cut the footage before it got really bad. Just enough to show those families that Dean had been the one set upon unprovoked and that it had been 5 against one. Then one by one, they found each of those Alphas and took them down, giving them a fairer fight then Dean had had.

It was more than they deserved.

With Dean’s attackers in tow – Jimmy’s Continental had quite the space, especially that trunk – trussed up, unconscious and bleeding, the brothers had driven to the station and turned themselves in, explaining the situation and handing the cops both a full copy of the footage, and the keys to the car.

They’d given their report and then they’d been left alone.

They were gone longer than they’d anticipated.

Jimmy started biting his nails, only to spit violently because he’d forgotten his hands were splattered with someone else’s blood – their blood, tainted and disgusting. He shuddered and looked around the empty room again – table, 4 chairs and nothing else – hoping to find some paper towels and a sink or something.

“God, I gotta get this stink off me,” Jimmy muttered. “I can’t stand smelling them.”

“Agreed,” Cas sighed. Whatever else he was going to say broke off as the door swung open so hard it bounced off the wall. Dean stood there, looking better than he had a week ago, but obviously frantic and maybe a little angry.

“Dean –“ the Alpha’s said in unison.

Dean growled as he stalked over to them, the limp still noticeable, “What the hell were you two thinking?”

“We were thinking that we couldn’t let something like this stand, Dean. If it had been one of us, you know you would have done the same,” Castiel growled back.

“You could have been hurt – you are hurt!” Dean realized, actually taking stock in their appearance.

Castiel shook his head, “Nothing that won’t wash off, I promise.”

Dean snorted and traced a finger gently just outside the ring of black surrounding Cas’s eye. “Like hell it’ll all wash off.” But the Omega deflated and wrapped his arms around Castiel and breathed in deep, reassuring himself that Cas was here, that he was safe. Blindly he reached for Jimmy and turned his face to do the same.

“God, I just want this over. Let’s go home…” Dean whispered.

“I’m uh, not sure we’re allowed to just yet,” Jimmy said hesitantly.

“Oh, you’re not getting your car back anytime soon, but you’re free to go,” Sam noted from the door. “And as highly gratifying as it was for you, next time you feel the need to do something this drastic – come to me first, all right?”

“There won’t be a next time,” Castiel assured.

“Good,” Sam said with narrowed eyes. He watched as his brother didn’t let go of either Alpha, grounding himself, reassuring himself that they were okay. He saw the strength of the bond and knew the three of them would be okay. He stepped aside to let them by and they walked out of the interrogation room, pausing briefly for Dean to clap his own brother on the shoulder. “Thanks, Sam, for looking out for my family.”

“They’re my family too, Dean,” Sam huffed out and Dean nodded before moving on with his mates, meeting Charlie at the front of the station and hitching a ride in her small car back to his apartment, the three of them squished into the back, each of them surrounding Dean and none of them willing to let the others out of their sights.

As soon as they got back, they stripped and headed towards the bathroom. With care not to get anything wet that shouldn’t be, the three of them stood beneath the hot spray and helped clean each other off, washing away the blood. Dean watched as it swirled in the drain and disappeared and his heart felt a little lighter, knowing that his Alphas would do this for him.

Would risk everything for him, whether he felt he was worthy of their sacrifice or not. But they’d been right. If the tables had been reversed, he’d have done the same. He wouldn’t pity them, or blame them either. He’d understand.

If he could do that for them, then shouldn’t it stand to reason that he should do that for himself?

“What are you thinking, love?” Jimmy asked as the three of them toweled off with the biggest, fluffiest towels they had.

“How much I fucking love you two,” Dean said around a lump in his throat. The twins dropped their towels and crowded Dean, touching him gently, enfolding him into their arms lovingly. The scents were happy and Dean let it wash over him.

“Same,” Jimmy choked out. Castiel nodded against him, his fingers tightening briefly.

“C’mon,” Dean tugged after a few minutes. “I want a cuddle fest, some Doctor Sexy, and a pint of Chubby Hubby ice cream.”

They huffed a laugh against his neck and in his hair and they relaxed into each other further, none of them actually making a move to accomplish any of what he’d asked for, but just basking in the warmth of their love for each other, the scents so much more intoxicating and reassuring than mere words.

They had bad times and good times, worse times and better times – both ahead and behind - and Dean couldn’t believe he’d gotten so lucky to have them any more than they could believe they were lucky enough to have him.

And each of them would do anything to protect the other two.

Anything.

[thejamesoldier]

Opia

Hi everyone! So this is part one of the ABO Verse fic I promised to post. I finally got around to writing it and voila! Let me know what you think pretty please? It’s kinda short but every first chapter is right? xxx 

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: The a/b/o verse where Hydra fucked with Bucky’s hormones and temporarily made him a Beta (because they take orders better) as the Winter Soldier, but now that he’s safe at Stark Tower, Tony hires Y/n to help re-orientate him back to his natural-born rank as Alpha.

Tags: Angst, fluff, smut (duh), and everything else I can’t remember right now lol

Tagged Lovlies: @softforseb, @mrtinslydia, @wine-and-space-donuts, @aislinsekhem, @creideamhgradochas (lemme know if you wanna be tagged x)

(oh and I did this lazy crappy last minute minimalist cover, but I would love if you guys submitted your own covers :) Sexy, angsty, whatever you want idc but I’d love to see some!!! You guys are way better at graphics than I am lol)

                                                     Prologue 

Opia n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel                                      simultaneously invasive and vulnerable

Chapter 1 - Who the Fuck is That?

Silence reigns over the group. 

Tony cockily lifts his chin a tick, the scent wafting from his neck boasts that he’s proud of himself. 

“Why couldn’t you have just gotten him a kitten?” Steve mutters into the calloused flesh of his large hands that are currently cradling his face. 

A specific type of exhaustion strains Rogers’ voice (hint: it’s not the sleep-deprived kind) as Bucky, standing beside him, goes ram-rod straight, body stiff, pulled to full height…erect. Bucky’s eyes widen so much it’s like they’re preparing to pop right out of his skull.

You blink owlishly at the entirety of the Avengers standing in a haphazard circle around you, just as shocked and profoundly confused as they are.

“Tony, that’s a person.” Natasha states point blank after a couple beats, before her nostrils flare and her Alpha nose scents something else that’s equally, if not more, alarming, “Tony that’s an omega.” 

Everyone cranks their gazes slowly away from you and back to Tony. ‘EXPLAIN’ is the silent word that’s unanimously yelled at Stark. 

He does an insecure little shoulder roll before clearing his throat,

“When I was – whenever I was, you know…lost I always had Pepper,” Tony begins like he’s reading the opening hook line to an epic story (A quiet ‘here we fucking go’ sounds from Clint). “My Pepper, she never let me down, not once. She’s honestly the only person on this entire planet, and quite possibly in this universe, that I truly trust my entire self to.” Tony pauses and quickly eyes everyone in the room, “No offense. But anyway she can handle it, me, she can handle me and all my baggage and hold me up, hold up all my weight when I need to lean on her. Metaphorically speaking of course, although I shouldn’t cast judgement upon the subject since I don’t know for sure if she could physically hold up all my dead weight, Pep probably can, actually she’s damn strong–,”

“Tony!” Natasha interrupts, voice tight and impatient as she flashes a quick analyzing side glance at you before returning her attention back to Tony.

“Right,” Stark huffs as he gets himself back on track and re-focuses his gaze on Bucky who suspiciously, purposefully, is avoiding looking at Tony or you or anyone for that matter. He seems quite fascinated with the plating on his metal arm at the moment. “In short, I got Barnes his very own Pepper Potts…but sorta in reverse. You know because Pep is my alpha and I’m the omega and Bucky is an alpha and this woman here is –” 

A fierce growl interrupts Tony’s tangent. Everyone’s eyes snap back to you. 

Your teeth are bared with fury, your hands are balled by your stiff sides, and your brows dig low into the sharp glare of your gaze.

“I. Am. Not. An. Animal. To. Be. Sold.” You punctuate each sizzling word with a snarl, staring mostly at Tony but everyone receives your message loud and clear none the less.   

Tony Stark (you scent him expertly: Omega, wild sage, unburnt coal, tang of molten iron; highly intelligent according to the complexities of his scent layers) looks genuinely confused before narrowing his eyes challengingly against your glare.

“Didn’t you respond to the ad I put up looking for a caretaker with the natural-born rank of Omega?” 

You freeze, remembering the ad and that you did submit a resume, but not remembering seeing anything about Tony Stark or association with the Avengers for that matter.  

“Yes but–,”

“Who specializes in Alpha current duty, ex-military, or veteran patients?”

“Yes! Bu–,”

“Equipped for severe PTSD episodes?”

“Yes b–,”

“Has a Harvard Masters Degree in Scenting?”

“Yes–,”

“Another Masters from Harvard on The Science of Bonding?”

“Ye–,”    

“Trained to help Alpha Re-Orientation?”

“Y–,”

“Certified in The Rut Rehabilitation Program?”

You practically shriek the growl you let out to get Stark to shut the fuck up. Damn this rich know-it-all asshole. I mean he went and memorized your entire resume…who fucking does that?

After Tony goes silent with this infuriatingly knowing smirk slapped on his stupidly groomed face, you take a steadying breath. Everyone had been watching you two speak, their eyes jumping back and forth from each Omega. 

“As I was trying to say,” You shake your head a little, letting the hair around your neck stir your scent into the air making it stronger for the others to smell, making your presence known – demanding respect and attention. “There was no mention of your name Mr. Stark, or who the patient was.”

“Why does it matter who the patient is?” Steve Rogers (you scent him too: Alpha, rainwashed lilies, old red city brick, dewy firewood ash; revealed as one of the most fiercely loyal alphas you’ve ever encountered as other people’s scents [especially the man with the metal arm] is bonded so deeply with his own) suddenly interrupts, sounding extremely defensive. 

You observe the Captain’s body posture with finessed skill, quickly gathering that what he’s defensive of is the man with the metal arm standing beside him. Quickly you turn your attention to the patient in question. 

When your eyes land on Bucky, something within him clicks. Maybe its the way you’re looking at him - evaluating, sizing up – or maybe its your scent, but whatever it is it makes that oddly familiar but uncomfortably foreign Alpha instinct kick in. James stretches and arches his neck subtly like a prancing stallion, parading the now visible steady beat of his heart pulsing against the thin skin connecting his neck and shoulder. In effect showcasing the unmarked skin canvas where the bond bite goes…

Bucky’s stance is wide and low and strong and completely inexorable, like not even the sun’s gravity could uproot him. His arms and shoulders are not held but simply energized and rolled back to highlight the blatant plane of proud muscle bloating his chest. He gently shakes his head to seem like he’s trying to get his bangs out of his eyes, but really the intention is more like that of a male lion showing off his mane. Bucky’s long dark hair tousles over the horizon of his shoulders, allowing for his scent to scatter and permeate the air thickly and temporarily override any other smell. 

It takes Bucky longer than it should to realize what he’s doing, and in his gap of clarity you take in all of him that’s being shown to you – sight and scent– and you instinctually respond right back. 

You formally present yourself to James Barnes. 

You arch the low curve of your back, winking you behind at Bucky and showing off the sensual dip right above your ass. You work your body with such practice, so prettily. Bucky can’t help but take a silent breath in when he realizes you’re not done yet. You push your chest out in a subtle but obvious way – coy like, and unlike most omegas who drop their chin and gaze down from the superior stare of an alpha, you lift your chin higher, teeth clenching tight to show off the shape of your jaw, and eyes ablaze with sure challenge. You may be presenting yourself, but you sure as hell weren’t submitting. There is a huge difference that the media likes to make interchangeable. 

No one has been able to claim you, meaning you haven’t accepted anyone’s courtship yet. “You are too powerful for an omega” or “You’re too much to handle” they all say. Sometimes people even mistook you for an alpha, which always made you laugh like a loon. So not only did you present to Sergeant Barnes, but you sized up this alpha ballsy enough to declare himself formally to you. The pretty ones were always the weakest you had found, so you made the mistake of grossly underestimating Bucky. You thought he was way too goddamn handsome to be your equal, he would bow (or more like stomp and pout like the others have) out of your courtship within the day. Wrapping up the exchange you drag your amused and judging eyes up and down Bucky’s offered picture once more before looking away from him and back to Tony. 

“Oh I’m not going anywhere near him.” You state professionally unapologetic, with your arms crossed and your chin still raised high to match your single lifted, unimpressed eyebrow.  

Steve Rogers’ protesting mouth hangs open and Bucky has the audacity to look cautiously offended.

“Well why the fuck not?” Stark accuses you suddenly, quickly defending the alpha’s honor interestingly before Captain Rogers could cut in. 

Your nostrils flare as you take a calculating whiff of the offending alpha: James’ natural scent is heavy but hidden well and undetectable under a spray of thick confusion, crippling heart ache, self-loathing, fear, fury, guilt, and every negative emotion that the human heart is capable of feeling; like the smell of fresh summer fruit suffocated by the chemical blanket of pesticides. 

“He smells like death yet he is not physically dying, he is suffering by invisible hands but mostly by his own, I can barely register his rank as Alpha…” Your diagnosis trails off as you watch doom shade over Barnes’ face and he caves in on himself, hiding in the great shadow of Rogers beside him. You shake your head with finality, “No, I dare not get any closer.” 

“So what they say about an omega’s enhanced sense of smell is true?” You look at the man they call Sam (You scent him as: Beta, crisp Madagascar vanilla, green pine needles, what you imagine a cloud tastes like; he is impeccably compassionate as proven by the scent signatures of his friends worn proudly on his skin), noticing how he is trying to deflect all the attention off of James and onto something else. 

“Some omegas are more gifted at the art of scenting than others, yes,” You confirm for the informed and observant Beta giving him an acknowledging nod, a swift but genuine dip of your chin, before continuing, “And I went to school for years to study it, so…”

Sam catches your subtle sign of respect with a bit of surprise but quickly returns the gesture by nodding back. 

“So you’re one of the gifted ones are you?” Tony remarks bluntly with no awe and very little humor in his tone. 

You almost crack a smile at how much you seem to threaten Tony now that you are showing yourself to be a more dominant omega. Of course him being the only omega surrounded by not just multiple enhanced Betas, but many super human alphas, naturally Tony would be over protective if not a little (a lot) possessive of his friends-family-nestmates-pack. The overwhelming evidence of this intangible familial intimacy (you picked up on everyone’s mixed and complimenting scent signatures the second you walked in) pollutes the very air you breathe. The aggression of his pheromones practically attacking your nose wasn’t offensive to you, it was actually rather touching. 

Society likes to boast that the Alphas are the ones that get all possessive and over protective, and while that can be true most of the time they have it backwards. Alphas tend to display their aggression or displeasure very bluntly, while omegas are more manipulate and crafty about it. It’s the omegas that you really need to watch out for.

You square off to the powerful omega and only raise an eyebrow at him. Despite his very unsubtle impatience with you, you can’t help but respect the Stark for his deep and undying love for everyone in the room. 

How lucky they all are to have each other, to be apart of such a large strong pack, you think while quickly editing yourself internally to make sure no one picked up on your slight shift of attention and thought process through your scent. You doubt anyone here could possibly catch that kind of scent signature, but the red head agent Natasha (Scented as: Alpha, burnt cinnamon, bitter green apple, crushed jasmine, pheromone levels reveal her to be of peak fitness – lethal – top of the food chain, Apex Alpha) is staring at you like she is learning the inner workings of your soul so you best over estimate just to be safe. 

 “So you decline the job?” Captain Rogers barks short tempered at you, still highly defensive of Barnes. You don’t take offense to it at all. You scented that the pair of them shared a bond that went deeper and was thicker than blood.  

You flick your gaze back to his bold protective blue one, squaring your shoulders off and meeting him straight on as your eyebrows lower in confusion. 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“You said you wouldn’t dare go anywhere near him.” Steve says icily like he’d very much like to take Bucky and leave. His survival instincts on high alert. Huh, maybe when you finish helping Barnes, Rogers should be your next client because even as an Alpha, he shouldn’t be emitting this amount of survival pheromones in a room full of friends and one stranger. 

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to help him,” You explain simply to not just Rogers but Barnes and Stark and everyone present. “It’ll be a process, and I can’t guarantee anything because it’s really up to Mr. Barnes, but I can pledge to do my best to help.” 

There’s a few beats of silence as you scan everyone, scenting them and matching that smell with names as you go –

Clint: Beta, the vague smell of feathers, mint leaves, fresh churned butter

Wanda: Alpha, what you imagine stardust to smell like, ripe cherries, the taste of copper

Vision: Alpha, no defined smell other than Vibranium and strangely a hint of paprika

Thor: Alpha, the unplaceable aroma of freshly pounded metal (although you can’t determine which kind), upturned soil, and ozone

Bruce: Beta, old black ink, zing of something potently chemical, and wild grass

“I have papers for you to sign, prices to discuss, and living quarters to grant,” Tony suddenly booms, promptly interrupting your systematic scan, as he comes up to you and whips out a glass slate that lights up when he touches it. 

You take one last meaningful glance at Bucky who (is he blushing?) blatantly is avoiding everyone’s gaze by staring at his boots, him and Steve curled into each other like two worn magnets, before following Stark out of the foyer. 

Part Two

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