#altered alpha/omega dynamics

[nikedrive]

Nike Drive Chapter Masterlist

Ongoing fanfic - will be updated as new chapters are posted. Alternate places to read: FFN & AO3

Chapters

01 - Injection

02 - Push You, Push Yours

03 - Tilt the Labyrinth

04 - Garotte

05 - Force of Repulsion

06 - Bury It

07 - Scission

08 - Strange Marrow

09 - Broken Table

10 - Aftershock

11 - Brittle (post will provide AO3 and FFN link)

12 - Precipitance

13 - Kindle

14 - Oscillation

15 - Ignite

16 - Tender Ground

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining an a/b/o dynamic where the entire 141, including you, are all Alphas. Except, after a few years of such close contact something starts to shift.

You start to become an Omega.

"Why is this happening to me?" You all but wail. It hurts to breathe, everything feels like it's on fire. Your stomach twists again, painful cramps shooting white hot lighting up your spine. "Why does it hurt so bad?"

Your pack is all around you, trying to soothe you in anyway they can but it's not working. Everything hurts, your teeth feel like they're going to crack from how tight you have them gritted. The wave of pain ebbs for a few gracious seconds before starting up all over again. You whine and sob and reach out for any of your team.

"Whats going on?" Price huffs, his cool hand cupping at your face. His touch is the barest relief even as he drags down one of your lower eyelids. He tuts in an intense concern. "Simon, have you seen this before?"

The larger male drops to one knee. He gives you a quick once over before dipping his head towards yours. He presses the front of his mask to the crown of your head. Through your labored panting you barely hear him take in a deep inhale of scent.

He coughs and stands back up too quickly. Judging by his flighty gaze, something is seriously wrong. Another tremor of pain wracks your body. You open mouth squeal. It's getting so much worse.

"Simon!" Soap growls, trying to bring his fellow alpha back from whatever memory he'd fallen into. "What's wrong wit' 'er?"

"She's turning into an Omega."

Everyone in the room turned their gazes towards Ghost, even you, despite your pain. You? An Omega? But you've always been and Alpha. It was part of the necessary requirements to be a part of the 141. You'd been genetically tested, hormonally tested, and aptitude tested. You were a full blooded Alpha coming from generations of Alphas.

"There's...ngh...no way." You hiccup out, tears blurring your vision.

"That doesn't make any sense. That can't happen." Gaz adds. He rubs at your back. His cool touch soothes even more of your pain into a dull throb, but it isn't enough.

"M' n' Alpha!" You cry out in anguish, the first of many tears finally dripping down your cheeks.

Something about Ghost's words hurt worse than any pain your body was making you go through. Try as you may to deny it, he was right. You could feel your body changing, altering, breaking and bending.

"Why is this happening to me?" You wail.

"There's too many of us." Ghost huffs, he glances around at your pack.

"Why does that matter?" Soap grumbles, scooping an arm around your center to pull you up into a sitting position. "We're a pack."

"That's just it." Ghost sighs tiredly.

"I've never heard of this being 'n issue." Price butts in. He grabs your face again and brushes the tears off your cheeks. "Task Forces are fully Alpha run. They 'ave been for years."

"If what Ghost is saying is right, it's biological, Captain." Gaz huffs, his thoughts visibly racing. "Too many Alphas, not enough Omegas. It means we'd go extinct."

"But why didn't she change earlier?" Johnny asks. You teeter in his hold but he keeps you upright. He lets you lean against his chest. He smells more comforting than usual.

"It's hormonal. She's been with us almost three years now, it takes time." Ghost says. Price nods in agreement.

"I'm an Alpha!" You sob, trying wrench yourself free from the multiple men around you. "I- I don't want to be bred. I don't want to be claimed! I'm an Alpha!"

"We're know you are, Love." Price breathes softly. He continued to wipe tears away from your face with a tenderness that only makes your despair swell further. "But this is happening, and we can't stop it."

"Take me to sick bay, please. They'll...they'll put me on blockers or something! Please, anything but this! I don't want to be an Omega."

The pack looks toward Ghost but he shakes his head.

"This is you first heat. The blockers will kill you."

You scream in pain, fear, and frustration. Another wave of excruciating pain washes over you. You wrench out of Soap's grip and fall against the floor. The tile is cool against your flushed skin.

As much as you hate him for it, Ghost is right.

This is your first heat.

Your back arches off the floor. Your toes curl and you squeal, shaking, gasping, panting hot breaths. You can feel yourself start to sweat. There's a sudden gush of wetness between your thighs. Embarrassment floods you. You try to curl into a ball but your body keeps being wracked with tremors.

"H-help me..." You cry out weakly, sobbing into the tile.

Your pack seems to finally get a whiff of your fluctuating scent. All around you, you watch as one by one each of their gazes grow more and more pointed. All of you know what must be done. After all, you're an Omega now.

...and there's no going back.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Getting Thrashed

Female Alpha Yandere x Male Omega Reader (CW: Noncon/dubcon, heat cycles, scent kink, pheromones, non-traditional a/b/o dynamics, NO mpreg, enslaved reader, conquered society, general yandere behavior, teasing, biting, claiming, space pirates) Word Count: 3.4k (WOW, sorry that took so long. I started off writing fast because I loved the idea then lost motivation halfway through. Hope you guys enjoy the second female yandere fic I have written and the first one I have written with smut. Also first fic I have written where the reader penetrates the yandere.)

Your day on the space colony of Nithyal started out like any other. You diligently did your assigned work of farming a wide array of essential foods for the colony.

It was pretty vigorous manual labor, but you didn't mind. You rather enjoyed the scent of fresh soil and ripe fruits.

And you were fairly compensated. Everyone was in Nithyal. After all, the colony was on the planet Solstan. And it wasn't called a paradise world for nothing. The weather was agreeable, there were few dangerous animals, and everyone lived harmoniously. No homelessness, no corruption, no hunger, no violence. You were very grateful to live in such a place.

Especially since you were an omega.

Many generations ago, human fertility was greatly diminishing. In a bid to save the species, there were numerous fertility experiments.

One of the most extreme experiments that altered human DNA and psychology the most resulted in two new variants of humans: Alphas and Omegas.

They were both given extreme fertility, but what good is being fertile if you just end up with a barren partner?

So they were both given heightened olfactory senses, with omegas being given genes to produce pheromones that alphas were attracted to and vice versa.

They were also capable of quickly forming intense bonds with their romantic/sexual interests.

But the biggest difference from unaltered humans was that alphas entered ruts and omegas had heats. These periods of ultra high libido were to make sure they were compelled to procreate.

The gene editing was not without unintended consequences.

Alphas tended to be larger, stronger, and more aggressive than normal people, and omegas had a tendency to be smaller and a bit more submissive.

Alphas also tended to be possessive and jealous, even going so far as almost always needing to mark their mate with a permanent bite.

These behavioral concerns lead to the discontinuation of the program. Specifically, concerns about omegas maintaining their agency when faced with such forceful alphas that could easily sniff them out.

Human fertility was restored through more refined gene editing later, with suppressants being developed for the humans already altered and their descendants so they could mask themselves.

Heats and ruts were only partly suppressed, though and it wasn't too hard for someone to discover who was an omega when their life was put on hold in a predictable pattern once every few months.

It wasn't ideal, since most people hated such altered humans.

But Nithyal was different. Everyone just cared about each other and didn't bother with any judgement.

There was no better place in the galaxy.

That was... until the dark day that a pirate fleet came from the deepest reaches of known space to upend everything.

They were called The Eternal Eclipse. And they certainly eclipsed any joy you found in Nithyal.

Your people tried to mount a defense, fighting bravely with the few ships and ground to air weapons that were available, but given their numbers there was no chance of victory.

Your colony was pretty isolated from the rest of civilization so once conquered there was little chance of liberation.

They quickly killed or at least maimed anyone who tried to fight back or organize a rebellion.

The colonists had become little more than slaves.

Many continued the hard labors they had before, with more demand to support the new ruling population, others were forced into personal servitude for the higher up pirates, and a decent chunk of the population became personal fuck toys.

At first, when the pirates had gathered up all of the colonists to assign them their fates, you were mercifully going to continue the work that you had already been doing.

But unfortunately you somehow caught the eye of Thrash and for some reason she had taken a liking to you. So instead of cultivating plants, you were forced to be by her side all day as a simple servant. This probably wouldn’t have been too bad if the violent leader didn’t happen to be, against all odds, an alpha.

You had never met one before but you could tell right away. Her scent, her attitude, the fact that she was larger and stronger than most adult men. She had hair like fire and an energy and attitude to match.

At first you were worried that she had pegged you for an omega, but she gave no indication that she knew. You were in constant fear that your omega nature would be discovered. It wasn't unheard of for omegas to be brutally raped, sold to far off black markets, or even just outright killed. Surely if she had known you wouldn’t just be a personal slave.

It seemed that your suppressants were enough to completely hide yourself from her, and you had a huge supply of them. Though you knew for a fact that once your heat started, your pheromones would poke through. And you’d also be rather horny. Maybe you could feign illness and cover yourself in perfume?

That was probably your best bet. Though you hoped no one would notice that you got ill like clockwork. Luckily you still had plenty of time until your next heat.

Working for Thrash wasn’t too physically demanding, you just had to clean up after her, prepare meals, and do little odd tasks like deliver a note or something to one of her subordinates. You actually got a lot of down time between tasks… though you always had to stay nearby in case Thrash needed something.

The overworked farmers would have surely enjoyed such a relatively cushy work detail, but it was absolute hell for you. It was like walking on eggshells, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Thrash hadn’t treated you poorly, never hit you. But you had no idea how an omega would be treated.

It was especially scary when she decided to tease you, just because she enjoyed watching you squirm.

When she licked your neck in the cafeteria in front of all her dining pirate crew she cackled at how your face turned red and you got as still as a statue as your brain shut down. You were terrified that she could smell or even taste the omega on your skin.

Thrash didn’t really know why but something in her made her love flustering you. She just couldn’t help it. She had always enjoyed making men uncomfortable or putting them in their place, but you were a bit different. It wasn’t like it was with her male pirate colleagues, where she strove to be the best and made them obey her. No, this was different, seeing your face turn red made her hungry for more.

One night she dismissed you with a smack on the ass and let you go to bed while she stayed up drinking with her best buddies. You felt humiliated and rushed off to your room, which was one that was in the house she had claimed for herself in case she needed you for something she wanted you close by. You were really like a live-in maid.

You tidied up a few things before washing up and going to bed, still embarrassed about having your butt touched in public. Despite that you managed to go to sleep pretty quickly.

Though a few hours later a very drunk Thrash comes stumbling in drunk. You wake up with a jolt and nearly jump out of your bed as a strong arm wraps around your waste and firmly pulls you close.

“Mmm where ya goin cutie? Ya need to stay close to yer alpha!”

She lightly grinded into you for a moment, her crotch against your ass before stopping and nuzzling into your neck.

“Thr-Thrash… uh… I think you accident-”

She shushed you by licking your neck and nibbling a bit. You went still as stone. If she broke the skin the special enzymes in her alpha saliva would cause you to have a permanent mark. Fortunately that didn’t happen, instead remaining content with sloppy kisses, sucking, and gentle nibbling.

You couldn’t help but let out a series of little whimpering moans at the sensation. You also became aware of just how nice she smelled. So dominant. Kinda… safe…

She chuckled at your noises.

“Haha, you’re practically a tiny defenseless omega!”

That made you shake the thoughts and distractions from your mind. This woman was not safe. She stole your home and turned you into a glorified slave. If she knew what you were she’d sell you to the highest bidder!

Luckily after that comment she had passed out in a drunken stupor.

You managed to extricate yourself from her grasp before scrambling to get to the restroom. You had to double check to make sure that the bites that Thrash had so kindly applied to your neck had not broken the skin, luckily they hadn’t.

But you still looked absolutely horrible. Your neck was covered in little hickeys, your hair was a mess, and you were so shaky from the rude awakening that you could barely stand.

Something about looking so debauched made your cock hard. Maybe it was because you had her alpha stink all over you or maybe it was something to do with the bites all over your neck. Maybe it was just because you weren’t used to the attention.

It didn’t matter why the result was the same, you had to do something about this almost painful arousal. And the scent that clung to you.

As you got in the shower you gave your cock the attention it was demanding, thinking filthy and shameful thoughts about Thrash. You tried to pleasure yourself to other thoughts but your mind kept drifting back to the oppressor of your people and the way she smelled as she bit and drooled all over your neck.

You couldn’t spill until you imagined her leaving a permanent claiming bite on your neck.

After your shower you felt dirtier than you had before you got in. You reminded yourself that you hated Thrash and that she and her crew had done to upend the lives of you and your people. It wasn’t your fault she made you aroused. What omega wouldn’t have been after that?

After you got dressed and left the bathroom you wrapped your spare blanket around you and slept in the chair in the corner of the room, you would have rather not been in the same room as the drunk alpha, but you had nowhere else you could go.

When Thrash woke up she found you sleeping soundly in the room and it took her a moment to realize she wasn’t in her room. She must have kicked you out of your bed. She did feel kinda bad about it, but she figured you would live. She was the one with the massive headache.

She went back to her quarters, leaving you to sleep a bit longer.

When you woke up you found her, thankfully gone, you wrapped a scarf around yourself to hide your neck, the weather was cool lately so no one should give a second thought to you wearing one. Then you left to start your day of servitude as you did everyday.

Unfortunately for you, you had to accompany her as she went on one of the landed ships to see what the problem was with it since she had originally been a mechanic and engineer. It was very hot in the engine room.

“How are you wearing that scarf? It’s so hot in here.” The heat wasn’t the only problem you were dealing with, she was sweating and only wearing a tank top, allowing her musk to practically smother you.

It didn’t really take all that long for you to get more than a bit dizzy and flustered. And once you were, it took even less time for Thrash to notice, she often kept an overprotective eye on you, though you had rarely noticed.

She came stomping over and looked down at you.

“I told you it was too hot for that! You’re gonna get sick dumbass! Take it off and let’s go outside for some fresh air.”

You fidgeted under her gaze and mumbled that you were okay.

When you didn’t take it off immediately she growled, jerked you over to her, and yanked it off of you.

She stared wide-eyed at your neck, not remembering having put the marks there herself the night before. And she was fucking livid.

“When the fuck did you hook up with someone, you fucking slut!? You belong to ME and I didn’t give you any permission for that shit!”

The enraged alpha slapped you hard across the cheek, making you yelp and stumble to the ground. You were sobbing and could scarcely manage to croak any words out.

“I-i d-d-didn’t l-let anyone d-do-”

Had one of her men defiled you against your will? Defiled HER slave?

“Tell me who did it!! I’ll cut their dick off and shove it up their own ass!”

Her eyes were like a cats, narrow slits. Your naturally submissive instincts told you to put your head down and obey anything the near feral alpha might demand of you.

“Y-you were dr-dr-drunk and b-bit me last night…”

Tears were leaking down your face. If you had not been on suppressants your scent would surely be one of fear mixed with pheromones to calm down this beast.

That’s right, she had woken up with a bad hangover in your room...

Thrash stared at you, at this tiny crying man in front of her, crying and terrified. She felt awful, and she didn’t often feel bad about her actions. She was a pirate, but for some reason she just didn’t like seeing you suffer at all. Certainly not because of her.

“Fuck… I’m… sorry…” She managed to say as she knelt down and rubbed your back.

“I really have no memory of last night...”

The large powerful woman picked you up easily, with your head nuzzled into her neck, crying into her.

“C’mon crybaby, let’s get you cooled off, I’ll deal with this engine later~”

She carried you carefully back to your room in the housing building, collecting odd looks as she did, which she quickly got rid of with a glare each time.

Thrash placed you into your bed and felt your head with the back of her hand. Despite not having the scarf, having been exposed to the cool outside air on the way over here, and now being in an air conditioned room you were hotter than ever.

Your mind was getting foggier and when she left to go get a cool rag and some medicine from the bathroom you finally realized why you were so hot. You were entering heat. The neck stimulation and all of Thrash’s dominant behavior over you must have somehow triggered an early one.

You had to leave before she came back and smelled it. It would only be a matter of moments before the smell broke through your suppressants.

Something in your brain was telling you to just stay there and let your alpha come back and take care of you, but the other much more grounded in reality part of your brain was telling you you had to hide in a utility closet somewhere and deal with the consequences of your absenteeism later. Better than being sold off or raped by every pirate who wants to try out an omega.

Right then you really wished suppressants just completely eliminated heats completely instead of just diluting them a bit.

Right after you had that thought Thrash entered the room and saw you standing by the door, you saw her hand had a bottle of pills. Though her search in your medicine cabinet yielded no fever reducers she found something else hidden away under your sink. Your suppressants.

And then your scent hit her. It was dulled by your medication, but she was an alpha unused to omega pheromones in any capacity.

She growled low and her pupils were like slits as her stare bored into you angrily.

“You’re MY property! And you’re keeping secrets from ME!?”

Before you could stumble out the door she charged at you, picked you up and slammed you down on the bed a bit harder than she had intended. You looked away, unable to meet her domineering and angry gaze. Your only response was to instinctively whimper in submission to placate her rage.

Thrash sniffed you, inhaling your scent from your underarm to your neck. You leaned your head over to give her easier access and show that you submitted to her will. You were terrified and she could certainly smell it.

Some of her drool dripped onto your neck as she hovered above it, licking you tentatively to calm you down. She was going to bite you and make you into her personal fuck toy and mate, she was mad that you had hidden your nature from her, but she would never hurt you.

Thrash sucked and nibbled at the gland in your neck, with you gracing her ears with a new whimpering gasp or moan each time she touched the sensitive spot.

Your terror evaporated quickly, replaced by heat fueled desire. And if you were honest with yourself maybe not all of the yearning was born from your heat.

The lust filled alpha couldn’t help but inhale your scent over and over, it was literally a drug for her. She had already wanted to fuck you into oblivion even before she got a whiff of you in heat, but now there was no stopping herself. Already she couldn’t wait to drink in your smell during your next heat when your suppressants were out of your system.

She made a mental note to flush them after this.

The pirate rubbed your crotch, palming at your erection, getting you even more aroused before she bit your neck. Hard. Her fangs pumping into you something that would make you smell claimed to any other alphas and leaving a large permanent hickey on that portion of your neck.

You moaned out loud in painful pleasure, arching your back and thrusting your clothed arousal into her hand.

Thrash licked your bleeding wound and then turned her attention to your cock and her own pleasure.

You could only stare and writhe in need as she pulled away from you and took off her clothes.

“Gimme a second, I just need to get our clothes off!”

It was the first time you had seen her breasts. You were in awe of this figure above you. So strong and assertive. So beautiful. A perfect partner.

To her you were the beautiful one. So sweet and pretty and perfect put in your place below her.

She practically ripped your clothing off and buried herself back in your neck as she brought herself down on you, enveloping your entire length in the warmth of her cunt. Her hands pushed down your shoulders as she rode you.

Your pleasured moans mixed with her grunts and growls as she fucked you until you saw stars. Your first orgasm was really quick, and was not nearly enough for either of you. Another perk of heats, insatiable libido.

With each of her downward movements you thrust upwards, desperate to get as deep as possible, the scent of her aroused pheromones combined with your heat making you absolutely unable to care about anything else.

You didn’t care that she had conquered your people or that she controlled them. In this state it only made her stronger in your eyes. A more suitable mate. You wanted to fill her up with so many babies.

The sex lasted hours, until the both of you were too sore to keep moving. It finally ended with you clinging to her and using her tits as a pillow with her arm wrapped around your protectively.

When the fog of pheromones and heat left your brain you were horrified by what had happened. But if you weren’t owned by her before, the new mark on your neck meant you certainly were now, and she would never let you go.

[corazondebeskar-reads]

of rage and ruin masterlist

of rage and ruin - ongoing

werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader

summary: Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

also on ao3

series warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, a/b/o, alpha/omega dynamics, omegaverse, captivity, torture, forced proximity, non-con/dub-con (due to the nature of heats), canon-typical violence, genre-typical violence, horror themes, monster fucking, graphic violence, graphic depictions of injuries, suicidal ideation, gore, unprotected sex, oral, vaginal, heats, knotting, abuse by captors (not by either joel or reader), death, murder of innocent people, typical raider/hunter behavior, sexual assault/abuse by captors, mention of cordyceps, angst, hurt/comfort, no y/n, reader is able-bodied and afab with no specific descriptions, viewer discretion is advised

reader notes: no y/n, no name, no description. reader is able-bodied and afab, uses she/her. joel can lift reader but he's a werewolf with superstrength so it's not indicative of body type. reader has no living family.

This is an omegaverse au. It contains typical and altered elements of a/b/o tropes.

You are responsible for the media you consume. Read at your own risk.

This story does not have a set publication schedule or a predetermined number of chapters.

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven: tba

chapter twelve: tba

*title from "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival

As always, if you'd like to read but have concerns about triggers/themes/deaths, my DMs are always open.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Loyalties

Master list

18+ mdni. Please check master list for warnings.

a.n.: Finally posting an update to my main baby. I'm so happy to have written this tbh. Please enjoy.

Age 13:

“Momma, how did you know you loved Daddy?” Bambi asked. She was sitting next to the stove, wincing as her hair was tugged and pulled and parted. She reached up and held down her ear and tensed as the hot comb sizzled next to her ear. She knows by now not to complain about the worry and fear of the hot comb. It's always patted once with a towel before it's gently and carefully pulled through her hair. She knows it is just the grease, as her mom says, and she trusts her implicitly. 

Carrie raised an eyebrow at the question and huffed out a small laugh. She parted her hair with the metal end of the comb and sectioned it off. Seemingly taking her time with what she was going to say. A few passes of the hot comb, and then finally Carrie speaks, “I knew I had to love your father the day after he got that paternity test for you.”

Bambi scrunched up her nose, confused about what was being said. “I don't get it.”

“What are you not getting, Bams?” She moves the clips in her hair.

“Why would you know that you loved him after me and a paternity test?” she mutters. 

“Because, he looked at me and said no matter who you belonged to, you would be his, and you would be a Castello.” She has a sweet and sad look in her eyes, “It's a good thing you are his seed, though. I prayed on it, and God made it happen.”

Bambi is still frowning as she tries to figure out what her mom means by that. She decides to not dwell on what was told to her because it didn't really make sense.

Age 15:

“Bambi.” Antony said as he was driving one afternoon. He was picking her up from her etiquette classes, “I know you have been in these etiquette classes for a week now, but I want you to know that I'm not making you take them as some type of punishment.”

Bambi only huffed and looked out of the car window. She hated her etiquette classes but knew as a proper omega she'd have to be in them. Truthfully, she had hoped that she was going into a rut instead of a heat. Her cousin in a different pack was a female alpha, and the moment that rut was over, she was allowed to do whatever she wanted. Bambi was going to be relegated to such a small life the second she found an alpha, and she didn't want that. Still, she sat there quietly as her father went on about his expectations. 

“I only want you in these classes so that way, when you are paired with an alpha, you know how to conduct yourself. Not every pack has the dynamic we have. And more than likely, you will be given to an alpha that you will need to know how to please. Assuming he doesn't want to join our pack and be under your brother.”

She scoffed at that notion, “being given to an alpha? Daddy, no offense, but like that's pretty hypocritical of you.” She crossed her arms and pouted.

“How so Bambi?” 

“Didn't you and mom choose each other? Like you guys had a sweet courtship and running away ceremony. Uncle Quinn said so himself.” She glanced at her dad and was surprised to see his jaw clench tightly. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and glared at the road.

“Bambi, you're old enough now to not be fed those…altered recounts of events. I didn't choose Carrie and she didn't choose me. She and I have a contractual bonding. There are rules and requirements that our fathers agreed upon.” He pulled the car into the driveway to their home. Acted as if her whole idea of her mother's and father's bonding was simply a fairytale they told her and her brothers. 

“What?” Her voice was trembling quietly. “Mom loves you.”

“She has love for me, yes. I am her alpha, I provide for her and all of the children in our pack, and I keep her birth pack paid and taken care of.” He parked the car in the circle driveway and cut the engine. “We have rules in place. An image to keep up. As long as we don't see or know what the other does outside of the home in private, everything works out smoothly.”

Bambi frowns, she can't really reconcile what she is hearing, “But…but you and mom love each other.” 

Antony glanced at her, a small frown at the way her voice wobbles, “We do have love for each other. But sometimes, when money, and pack politics, and the type of choices we have to make are put against what we want, well sweety my dearest little princess and light of my world…you do what needs to be done.” He nodded his head like he just said the most sensible thing in the world. “I'm sure whoever we pick for you will be more than willing to have rules that favor you, your comfort, and dignity.” He opens the door and gets out of the car.

Bambi feels like her whole life and understanding of her family is a lie.

That night, she sits in Aaron's room, having him help her with her English homework. She can't stand English and wishes she was failing some other subject instead. Aaron is going over the plot for A Doll's House, and she is listening to him, but her mind is elsewhere. 

“Aaron, do you think mom loves dad?” She asked, interrupting him. She turned her brown eyes to him and she looked so sad. “Like, do they look like they love each other?”

Aaron frowns and seems to be thinking. He glances at her and sees the sadness in her eyes, and he knows in that moment whatever he says will stick with his little sister. She's just presented as an omega, and the vast possibilities she thought her life would have was cut down the middle and the half she had was threadbare. He smiled, though, and shrugged, “I think they make the choice to love each other. It's not the same as Malik and-” he trails off for a moment but then continues, “but they make the choice to live together, raise us together, to love each other and respect each other.”

“Daddy said they have rules for their bond.” She croaks, already feeling like she may cry. “He said that if I'm lucky, I'll have the same thing.”

Aaron pulls her into his arms, “You can choose to love whoever you want sissy. That's the beauty of free will.”

“Maverick is dead, and Malik hasn't been the same since.” She whispers.

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Present day

Bambi sat quietly at the breakfast table as Johnny and Kyle went back and forth over what they wanted to do for the remainder of their leave. Last night, when she felt John's knot deflate and slip from her, she went and showered. Afterward, she grabbed a blanket from her bag and settled herself on the couch away from him. She was angry that she folded and slept with him after that ‘argument’ or ‘chat’ and even angrier that he had his hand around her throat, and don't get her started on being knotted. The first person to find her that morning was Simon and he had quietly asked if John fucked it up for all of them. She only growled lightly and told him that they were all gonna talk.

Her, Johnny, and Kyle were waiting for Simon and John to come back from their conversation outside. Apparently, something needed to be discussed before they all had this talk. She's vaguely aware that the tension from yesterday could still be felt, and she hopes that the ending of this talk doesn't leave her wanting these men dead. The balcony door opens up, and the last two alphas walk in, both smelling of cigarette and cigar smoke and coffee without cream and just sugar. They sit down across from her with Johnny and Kyle on her left and right, respectively. 

“So” John assesses the situation for what it is, “Bambi you and I had a bit of a rough patch yesterday.” He looks apologetic, “I really shouldn't have acted that way.”

“Call it what it was John,” She places both elbows on the table and rests her chin on her folded hands, “You asserted your dominance on me in a fit of possessiveness.” She watches as everyone sorta flinches but him. It was taboo to do such a thing these days with others who weren't claimed by an alpha, be it betas or omegas or even other alphas.

“That's not-” John says, “You know what, you're right, my actions were from a place of jealousy and possessiveness.” He decides to do damage control, “why don't we have a talk about what we all expect from this.” He gives her that sweet and charming smile of his. The same smile that lured her in at the bar that night when they first met.

Bambi looks at each man and they are looking at her expectantly. She sighs and closes her eyes, “Fine we can do that.”

“Well Bonnie,” Johnny scooted his chair closer to her, “I think ye should keep a nest here an’ stay here often.” His eyes were hopeful, and his bottom lip poked out in a quivering pout.

“That's not happening.” She crossed her arms, “I'll come over often for sleepovers but no nesting.”

“Aw Bambi-” he whined, only to be cut off by John.

“Sweetheart,” He began, “we won't be upset about you not making a nest here, but we do want you to be comfortable here so when you go into heat, we can help. We also expect you to wear a collar that we either pick out for you or help you design.”

She's a little bit shocked about them bringing up her heat again and how they expect to help her through it. Despite her telling them she would just sweat it out, she really had no good excuses other than worrying about accidental marking, especially since they wanted to get her an anti-bite collar. Deep down, though, she knew she wasn't ready for any of them to have that type of sway over her during her most vulnerable moments. “I…I don't know John.”

“When's your next heat?” Simon asks, he's not tactful at all, despite being reprimanded earlier in their courtship about that habit.

“I'm not telling any of you that.” She frowns, and her eye twitches at the invasive question. “What exactly besides the desire to help me through my heat do you want?”

Kyle gives her a sweet smile, “We really only want you to stay at our place when we are stationed at our base. When we're deployed, then you would stay with your family. We don't have to help with your heat or you with our ruts until you feel comfortable doing so.”

Bambi eyes all of them carefully. They really were laying on the whole ‘stay here with us’ angle, and it seemed like that's what they wanted the most. Her omega snorted at the back of her senses, knowing there was a motive of jealousy and possessiveness.

“We don't want you alone with the German.” Simon doesn't mince words. She can appreciate that.

“Fine.” She sighs, “I won't be alone with him.” She leans back in her chair. A question lingers in the back of her mind, and she wonders if she should ask it or not. The pleased looks on their four faces urge her to throw caution to the wind. If they are asking her to stay in their home, their den, willing to move things around for her sake, then they were probably going to be honest with her. She steals her nerves, prepared for any answer, and Bambi knows she will come off as rude, but she needs to know. 

“You four aren't using me as a beard or a pack breeder, right?” It feels like her breath is stuck in her throat as she watches for any sign of discomfort or shock. “And you all need to be honest with me. So that way, we can iron out the rest of our expectations.”

John isn't shocked by the question, but the other three are. Johnny reaches over and grabs her hand softly, a look of concern and is it pity, on his face. Blue eyes are a bit glassy as if he wants to cry on her behalf for whatever it is she's been through. “Bonnie, mah dear. No, why would we do tha'?”

Kyle only tilted his head, a clipped never coming from between his teeth. A deep growling hum emanated from Simon in agreement. 

“Most groups of alphas do that type of stuff in forced association packs. You four are so eager to claim and help me through a rut…I just gotta know…I'm fine with it, but it's not for me.” She thinks about a distant cousin forced into a pack with those types of dynamics. The shiver that runs through her can be seen, she hopes she never ends up in an undesirable pack dynamic. 

“Bambi.” John gives her a sweet smile, a far contrast to the jealous and irate alpha from yesterday. “We only want you safe and what's best for you always, and the second you feel like we aren't meeting your expectations as alphas, you let us know.”

Bambi smiles at him, placated just slightly. “Same for you four as well. Going forward, let's trust each other and not act purely on instincts.”

That was something they all could agree on.

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When Bambi got home from staying with the guys, she left with assuring them that she wouldn't be alone with König. They compromised on her heats and their ruts until she felt comfortable with them helping. She would spend her heat at a heat center. The one on the base they worked at would be perfect, and the agreement settled the four of them. They reassured her worries about the nature of them courting her, told her they wanted her, adored her, and found that they had to reel themselves in around her.

Walking into her home and waving bye to Kyle and Johnny as they drove off, she was immediately accosted by Sophia and Ananiah. Both girls hugged her and pulled her towards the front room.

“Aunty you gotta see what Kökö got you!” Sophia giggled and almost tripped over her own two feet.

Bambi was already sighing inwardly because not even a full twenty-four hours after her chat with the alphas courting her was König making things difficult. An alpha giving an omega a gift was a courting gesture, and she still was ignoring the few trinkets and letters he had sent in the past. With him staying with her family for the foreseeable time made it all the more difficult. 

In the front room, sat her pack, König and Horangi, and a peculiar man known as Nikto, who sat stiffly like a stone statue. Pity crossed her face briefly, knowing that Nikto was probably beyond uncomfortable being in the same room as Symphony. The first to notice Bambi's return fully was König, his bright blue eyes creased at the corners, his boyish smile hidden behind that pink scarf of hers.

“Kitz, a pleasure to have you home.” He greeted her. 

“Sis you're back!” Aaron shouted and hopped up from his spot on the floor. The hug he gave her was tight and warm when he managed to get past his daughters that hung around her legs. “Don't be mad. We tried to stop him.” He whispers slowly into her ear. Then he pulls away and steps aside, and to Bambi's dismay, her suspicious look landed on the culprit. 

Sitting on the couch next to König was a cream point ragdoll kitten, with complimentary ice blue and pink ribbon collar. It wasn't doing much, just batting around a small bell toy. Bambi stared at it in shock, brows raised high and mouth agape. 

“Isn't she gorgeous, Aunty!” Sophia squeals and rushes over to hoist the kitty into her arms. “Uncle Kökö got her just for you!”

While everyone else in the room thought it was cute, only the omegas and Malik saw it for what it was. A courting gift that had to be acknowledged, taken care of. Actually, Bambi wouldn't put it past her ex to do something of the sort. She took the kitten from Sophia and smiled, deciding that flipping out and causing a scene wouldn't be worth it. Especially with her nieces watching, after all this behavior was something to show was encouraged should they grow up and be sought after properly. 

A long look at König and he was watching her, it felt like a stalemate. Caught up in the invisible encouragement from her own father, insisting that she give him another chance and to think about the greater good of her family. Her mother's voice at the back of her mind saying to forgive and that he's perfect and would provide well for the pack. A ghost of his hand circled around her throat and the wild look in his eyes from that night. All of it made her chest thrum with hurt as she held the living acknowledgment of him persisting on courting her rather she wanted him to or not. 

Her father Antony Castello would see to it somehow through either Malik or Xavier or some other cryptic way that he kept his hands on everything. And while she loved her father, in the end, she couldn't trust his judgment, especially after the incident that made her leave König. He was a vocal defender of his ideal son in law's actions and stated that rules could be put in place and that anything could be worked through and overcome. 

“Kitz.” His deep voice thick with his accent brought her back from her thoughts. “Let's go outside, ja?” He rose from his seat, offering his hand to lead her outside from their audience. 

Bambi followed, her legs moving on their own, and she's hyper aware that she smelled of four other alpha’s scent and den. Hyper is aware that the tension in shoulders is there because Malik sent her away for a week, thinking that she would be able to wait out the visit. Only for König and his pack to be granted residence in this estate, and why wouldn't his employer allow it? There was more than enough room, and Antony wanted him there to reconcile with Bambi.

The fresh air was cooling in her lungs, she ran her fingers through the kitten's fur. It meows and snuggles her, bumps its face against her chest. 

“You are impossible.” Bambi finally sighs as she sinks down into the bench in the gazebo. “A cat, really?”

König doesn't miss a beat, “You seemed to not like the other things I have sent you.” 

“I am not letting you court me. Please let me go.” Exasperation colors her voice, and it's thick.

“No. You are it for me, and I won't allow you to be taken by someone else.” He sits next to her and drapes his arm around her. “My Kitz, Meine Liebe.” He slowly unravels the pink scarf from his face to reveal himself fully. 

It's a privilege that has only ever been given to her, and it's been so long since König was seen by anyone. His nose is crooked from being broken and hastily reset. A few scars here and there, adding to his rugged good looks. Light blond lashes frame his crystal clear blue eyes. His lips have seen better days, Bambi had always been the one to make sure he kept chapstick, so his lips were soft and welcoming. 

“Let me stay Bambi, let me try again in earnest.” He whispers low and presses his head to her forehead. The proximity is too much, and his scent awakens something that has been sleeping for so long. Comfortable memories of being beach side, the sweet, cool, and salty air. Better days that only consisted of worrying about school and parties and watching her König closely from her hiding spots as he trained and shaped up her father's workers. Days that no longer exist, that no longer begin with herself and her friends Symphony and Gloria and her mom deciding on decor and food for a garden party to celebrate any small thing. 

“König-” She closes her eyes.

“Say my actual name, Kitz. You're the only one who ever gets to say my actual name anymore, and I do not wish for you to be angry with me any longer.” A rather intimate way of saying sorry and begging for forgiveness without saying it. A gentle caress of her cheek by his thumb, hand resting fully against skin. They've been close together like this before, and he knows that she feels comforted by this. The way her scent is sweeter says so.

There's a beat of silence as she stares into his eyes. A heavy moment of knowing that everything is going to happen between them even if she doesn't want it to. He has something that John, Simon, Kyle, and Johnny don't have, her father's full support. It doesn't matter if Malik encourages her to see the other four. It's temporary that Malik is leading this pack. He won't be permanent until Antony is six feet under, and until then, he is forever outrank by their disappeared father. She knows that saying his name, the one his dear mother and oma called him growing up, that a barrier will be brought down.

“Bambi, please?” And he sounds so hurt and slightly desperate in the way he begs and says her name. She watches as his eyes flicker down to look at her lips before they are back on hers.

“Mathias.” She breathes in deeply and watches as a happier countenance enters into him, his eyes brighter. Almost as if she spoke life directly into him. “This, me giving you forgiveness, accepting this kitten? It doesn't mean anything.”

He doesn't say anything and smiles. Instead, he brings her closer to him, “It means everything to me, Kitz.”

And then he presses his lips to her own. The kiss is chaste, and he knows he won't get more than that at the moment. Especially considering the last time he kissed her in the office. 

Bambi turns her face away from him, and she scrunches up her nose. “You're insufferable.” There's no bite in her words.

König reads it as a victory.

Bambi meant it as an insult.

Tag list: @curiouslittleprincess @leahnicole1219 @chickennuggetuwu @blackchickinthedesert @dragons-flare @gazsluckyhat @lucienofthelakes @xxxqueenlaufeysonxxxxo @cringeycookies

a.n: also not Bambi going home and immediately being alone with that man, gosh talk about being in rock and hard place. Born to crash out but made to act polite in front of the kids. Side note I head canon that König is his call sign, and very few people know his actual name.

[ellaa-writes]

Good Dog

author note: Part 3 yay!! Series list found here. I actually edited this one, I know! Probably still mistakes lol, I love writing this type of Simon but mean Simon is still my favourite. Reader and Simon parts are going on at different times, weeks apart, just in case of any confusion of time line. Enjoy!

summary: His favourite words include; down boy, good dog, heel, fetch and his most favourite, get 'em. Well trained, and listens good. Loyal through and through. Always striving to be the absolute best. Ready to attack at all times, always on guard. Loves discipline, either giving or receiving. Working for a criminal mastermind, lurking in the shadows. You both trying not to be seen or noticed but after one unlucky night, all you both can see are the ghosts. He invades your life, if you both like it or not.

tags: Alternative Universe. Female reader. A/B/O dynamics. Alpha Simon, Beta Reader, Bad Scottish lingo (I tried). Very tame and a chapter filler.

You hadn't seen Simon in a few weeks, must have gotten bored you thought, eventually everyone leaves so why wouldn't he. Things felt different with him, like timed slowed down and life finally had a meaning.

You stopped in front of a news stand, big bold letters. OMEGA POPLUATION HITS AN ALL TIME LOW; leading scientists may have found a solution. You snatched the paper and handed the worker $5 telling him to keep the rest as you rushed back home paper in hand. The title wasn't what caught your attention, it was a few paragraphs down the words doctor and experimental procedure. Tossing your belongings on the dining table soon as you entered your grungy apartment.

Reading the article fully, then once more. Doctors have developed a experimental drug that could alter a Beta women's chemistry. Tricking the body into thinking its an Omega, a few experiments have been conducted and results have so far been proven successful. But they are searching for more Beta women to submit themselves into the program.

Those words playing over and over in your head, becoming an Omega, and having a loyal and supportive Alpha. Not having to worry about all the small things, not having to work and struggle to make ends meet. You could leave your pathetic life behind.

All Simon did was follow orders, being the good dog, he is. A successful mission out of the way, the Boss left before he did. Having to hurry back cause of his Omega. Simon used to have dreams about settling down, but that was before he became ghost. Stupid child aspirations, but mostly because he felt like he didn't deserve one. And who would want him as an Alpha, all teeth, and hard edges. It would be a punishment to be stuck with him until death, and death would be the reward.

You jotted the number down on a piece of paper and stuck it to your fridge. You didn't have to decide now, but you were tempted to.

Dealing with Makarov was easier than expected most of these men act tough on the outside but soon as you start pulling out their insides, they change their tune. He wasn't in too much of a hurry to get home, it's been two weeks since he last saw her, he's been keeping his distance, not wanting to poison her cause that's what he was poison.

It was very late into the night when he finally arrived in the city, driving down the desolate neighborhoods till he found himself parked in front of his apartment. Not the one across from hers but the one he bought himself soon as he had enough money too. The only thing that remained from his previous life. Cutting the engine and walking inside.

He still had a landline, hard wired into the wall next to the thermostat. He's never used it and has never had anyone call it. Not like many people have the number anyways, emergency he told himself when he bought and installed it all those years ago. Having the number updated in his file, but now it hangs there mockingly. Much to his surprise when he walked into his quiet home, a little red dot glowing from the device.

He ignored it at first, taking his clothes off to take a quick shower. To wash away the memories that still plague him, the water never being hot enough. He stood there in nothing but a towel around his waist. Staring at that glowing red light, missed call.

He should just delete it, but he decided to play the message. A voice came through the small speaker, one that he thought he'd never hear again. John Price.

"Oi Simon, it's John. Ain't sure if this dog and bone's still on the go. Tried your mobile, but it's saying it's disconnected. Anyways, thought I'd drop you a bell 'cause we're gonna be in the city for a bit. Fancy a chinwag, like the old days, yeah? So, give me a call, same digits as ever. It'd be proper nice to catch up, Simon."

It was silent for a while afterwards, only Simon's heaving breathing filling up the space. Not once did they call him while he was locked up doing time, not once did they reach out and say they cared. They were family once, at least he thought they were. Stupid.

All the rage simmering up inside of him finally boiled over the edge. Simon grabbed the stupid phone and slammed it into the wall as hard as he could, again and again until there was nothing left but broken pieces of plastic, wiring and now a hole in his wall.

It only took you three hours of pacing back and forth in your tiny apartment, the small piece of paper stuck to your fridge door taunting you. As the line rang you debated on hang up, forgetting any of this happened but it was to late. The reception answered your call, redirecting you to the head of the project. Giving a little info over the phone they scheduled you in for the same day if you could make it. It was on the other side of town, the side you hardly went to cause there was no need. Unless you wanted to make yourself feel even more shitty about your life.

He debated if he should call, be the bigger person the little voice in his head called out. They had their reasoning for abandoning him, for treating him like the plague, they had to, right?

You were on the bus, watching as the fading sun descended and the moon turned brighter. The glow of city coming to life, some many people out and about. You barely had enough money to and back, getting off at the stop further away. Walking the rest to save a bit of cash and take in the scenery. The air was crisp, it never got too cold during the winter season. Also, long as the wind stayed away it was a mild year so far.

To say this was awkward was an understatement. Simon sat across from the beta Scottsman, not much has changed he thought. The group of men still joking around like nothing happened like good ol' times, they kept trying to get him in on it. Simon soon realised that this was a mistake, all of it. Calling Price and picking out this bar. They weren't his pack anymore, they ditched him soon as things went south.

Simon's grip on his glass of bourbon tightened when Johnny yelled "Right Lt." the group getting quiet afterwards, Johnny knew he fucked up. Simon got up abruptly, taking a big gulp of the burning liquid amber, polishing off his drink before slamming it back down.

"Goin’ for a smoke." as he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. Marching towards the front door. He could hear Kyle's faint call of his name, the beta man always playing mediator, Price holding Johnny back like an Alpha would a misbehaving puppy as Simon made his way outside.

"Bunch of fuckin' pricks." it was a whisper to himself, digging out his pack of smokes and shoving one into his mouth. Lighting it with ease as he sucked in a big lung full. The door to the bar opened and closed, fully expecting to smell the cigar-soaked Alpha but instead it was Johnny tail between his legs.

"I ken ye dinnae wanna gab about it." he tried but Simon cut him right off. "I don't." blowing a huge cloud in the betas face. "Weel, someone's gotta." he just wanted some fucking peace and quiet. "The start talkin’ or shut the fuck up." dropping his finished cigarette to the ground, giving it a good stomp before putting another to his lips.

"Things have changed, ye've changed. Ah ken everything's aw fucked up right now. We tried-" Simon huffed out a stiff laugh, not believing a thing the Scott was saying. He could see his lips still moving but he couldn’t hear what he was saying as a familiar scent caught his nose.

Before Simon could think a small body collided with Soaps as he stepped out towards the curb with a hand to the back of his neck. "Ah, fuck, sorry ‘bout that, lass." Simon watched in slow motion as you got knocked off balance. Johnny reaching out to help the poor thing but before, he could feel the growl coming from his chest and throat. Pushing the Beta to the side as he took a hold of you, bring you to his chest.

He could hear your lower whimper, there was something different about you. Your scent was sweeter, it was pulling him in like a bee to a flower. "Simon?" letting out in a shaky breath. "What are you doing here?" you looked up into his eyes. Your hands resting against his chest, the hard muscle underneath flexing, a low rumble coming from within. You’ve never seen him like this, so casual but also feral, eyes blown and panting.

"Am I interrupting ye in the midst of somethin'?" Johnny didn't know what the hell was going on. Looking at the Omega flushed against the old Alpha, he was just happy that after everything that happened it was nice to see his old lieutenant finally settling down with such a sweet thing. Simon finally broke his gaze from you, settling it on the Beta. “It was a nice chat, gotta go.”

"Come, I'll drive you home." he stated, gripping your upper arm as he moved you towards his car. The more you stood outside surround by people the more Simon got irritated. He couldn't put his finger on it, the changes within you. He'd been away from a couple of weeks; it was hard staying away but he had a responsibility and a job to do. "I can take the bus." you tried moving around Simon, spotting the other man who was now gawking. "Like hell." Simon held onto you firm, walking you to his car.

"See you around." the Scott yelled from somewhere behind. He couldn't wait to tell the other two men of what he witnessed. The grumpy old Alpha had found himself a sweet Omega.

The drive home was in silence, not even the radio to help ease the awkward tension building up in the car. When Simon pulled onto your street you gathered your belongings. "Wait." you snapped your head to the driver's side.

"What were you doing out so late?" he was trying to interrogate you "I had an appointment." you held your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. "Hmm" Simon grunted out, the whole way back to your apartment he had to stop himself from pulling the car over and pouncing on you.

Something wasn't right and he didn't like it or maybe he did. It confused him nonetheless and he wanted answers.

"You want to come up?" you don't know why you asked, why those words spilled out of your mouth. Simon was surprised too, cocking his head to side. "Sure." he cut the engine.

Once inside your apartment you didn't bother asking him if he wanted anything to drink. Unless he's into expired milk or tap water. The hulking man walked around your small place, picking things up and putting them down. Take in his surroundings, he already didn’t like you living in this area. He’s scoped out your apartment, the front door was a piece of shit, with a little bit of a jiggle and it popped open.

Walking towards your dingy couch he noticed the paper on the table, picking it up he scanned the words. You didn't.... His eyes found your form, busying yourself around your small kitchen. Shoving dirty dished into the sink to be forgotten about till later. Simon sniffed the air again, there was that familiar scent again. The smell of an Omega, the similar one that clung to his Boss, that filled every space of his home.

Omega.

He felt is heart quicken, his blood run thin. He's only had this feeling a few times, he was going to throw up and pass out at the same time. You noticed his completion pale, worrying you, grabbing a glass and filling it with your last bottle of water. Rushing to his side and calling his name.

Simon was so far away; he was in the middle of the raging ocean. The waves crashing over him, pulling him deeper under every unforgiving wave. Lungs full of burning salt water, gasping with arms stretched to the sky.

You could do the only thing you could think of you climbed into his lap. Curling yourself around him, rubbing your scent glad over his nose and mouth.

[omegaverse-anthropologist]

okay so like maybe ive missed the post and you’ve covered it but like. we know “bitching” or like alpha to omega but is there a term and a way an omega can become an alpha??

warning: i ramble lmao

this has become very interesting to me recently. tbc, any dynamic sex transition is normal and chill. in (my) omegaverse, bitching specifically refers to an abusive practice forcing an alpha to physically transition against their will. so while i don’t have a name in mind for forcing an omega to physically transition against their will, i’m sure it happens.

regular transition without any abusive factor would work pretty similarly regardless of what dynamic sex someone is assigned and transitioning to. as a refresher, i referred to regular transition to omega as ‘delta-omega (d-omega) transition’ (with uppercase delta in mathematics representing the concept of change*). the parallel transitions would be delta-alpha (d-alpha) and delta-beta (d-beta).

the process is pretty similar regardless of the person’s dynamic sex: medication would be used to influence hormone production toward a beta or alpha balance. that person’s scent would change to reflect the new hormonal balance, but it would still be recognizable as their scent, if that makes sense.

in (my) omegaverse, betas aren’t just the sort of stand-in for ‘regular people,’ so simply blocking reproductive cycles and scent production wouldn’t really be effective (or, in the case of scent production, even possible). everyone experiences reproductive cycles and produces scents that contain chemical messages that can’t really be reproduced or effectively altered.

someone blocking their scent would be equivalent to like…covering their entire face (for non-religious reasons) in terms of its effect on communication. sure, you wouldn’t be able to see that person’s expression anymore, but you’d also likely be thinking ‘wow that person has suddenly covered their whole face. i wonder why they did that.’ in the same way, if someone blocked their scent you would maybe be unable to tell their dynamic sex, but you’d also be thinking ‘they sure did cut off an entire stream of very important information. i hope they’re okay and i don’t mess up this social interaction because of information i’m missing.’

*i didn’t take much math in college and i learned the delta thing in high school (more than 12 years ago!) so might be remembering that wrong, but like. just go with it lmao

[bloody-cupcakes]

Yandere/dark! beta! Jenny Humphrey x alpha! reader; she can't help but love you despite her low status

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, a/b/o dynamics (alpha reader/beta Jenny), obsessive behavior, mild stalking, mentions of taking drugs to force having a unnatural heat, this is pretty tame as far as these type of fics go

A/N: two posts in one day is so crazy what a treat for y'all lmao

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Jenny loved you. She loved you despite being only a beta from Brooklyn who in no way stood a chance with an alpha from the Upper East Side. You were always so nice to her despite being friends with Blair, voluntarily modeling her latest designs and always being there for her if she needed it. How could she not love you?

It was hard to stay away from you, even after she fell out of favor with the UES crowd. She liked to tail you around the city, your strong scent making it quite easy to follow you and her lack of one making it easier to avoid being caught.

Sometimes she'd "accidentally" bump into you, using the excuse of checking out the nearby fabric shops so it wouldn't seem as suspicious that she wasn't in Brooklyn. You always knew she was there on purpose, but played along anyway so she wouldn't feel bad about how easily you'd picked up on the real reason she was in the city.

The truth was, you felt overly protective when it came to Jenny. You were well aware of just how cruel alphas could be, especially on the Upper East Side, and her pretending to be one for the short time that she did certainly didn't help win her any favors.

Even if you weren't fully aware of how deep her obsession with you ran, it was hard not to notice the little crush she had. You thought the way she always sought you out whenever attending events or galas and how she clung to you the whole night so another alpha wouldn't be able to mess with her was cute, and it made you want to protect her even more.

Maybe it wasn't exactly your best move to allow her to live with you, but she insisted on staying in Manhattan and there was no way you could ever risk her getting hurt if she chose to stay by herself. If that happened, you'd never be able to forgive yourself for it. (And Dan wouldn't either as he trusted you to keep her safe.)

The two of you grew closer over the time you spent sharing a penthouse, Jenny becoming more and more obsessed with you in a way that wasn't healthy or natural. After all, it made much more sense for an omega to be clingy with the alpha of their choice and vice versa, but for a beta to become so attached to someone who wasn't another beta was quite unheard of.

She was so desperate to get you to love her back that she started taking some meds she got off Damien that were supposed to help give betas something similar to an omega's heat. Of course it backfired because omegas didn't have strong scent glands nor could they produce slick, so all it did was leave her needy and uncomfortable for the week or so that it lasted.

When you found out about it, you weren't angry like she thought you'd be, just worried. How could you be so blind as to not see what was right in front of you? It should've been obvious that she wanted to take you as a mate.

You gently reassured her that she didn't need to take anything to try to alter the natural way her body worked and that you'd be honored to be her mate... as soon as you had a discussion with her family, that was.

Dan giving her his blessing to be with you was the greatest day of her life. Never had she felt a love like this ever before, not with Nate, not with Damien, not with anyone but you. Even though her scent glands were weak due to being a beta, you still marked her anyway so everyone could know that you were hers and that she was yours.

From then on, she no longer had to worry about facing the shun or scorn from the Upper East Side's elite because she had you there to be by her side every step of the way. And everyone knew better than to mess with an alpha's mate, even if that mate was a beta. It was all she ever wanted in life, and now it was finally hers.

[nikedrive]

Chapter 16: Tender Ground

[From Nike Drive, an ongoing crossover fanfiction.]

previous chapter

It is so easy to miss you, to miss you in the churn, in the crash. It is so easy to miss you, to tongue the emptiness you leave.

Yang’s hit crashed into the line just out of Jaegerjaquez’s reach even as Kalypso squared herself, gasping, in the setter’s position. Jaegerjaquez’s curse hissed across the court, echoed by Yang’s soft snarl of triumph. The tides of their chemistry crashed against her, bright and furious and full of color. Other noise, around and above them. Kalypso pressed her hands to her thighs, panted out a hard breath and sucked in a fresh one, and then looked for the serve. Her thighs burned. Her lungs shuddered in her chest. Her heart soared.

No serve came.

“Duibhne, Abarai, to conditioning. Yang, Jaegerjaquez, off-court. Ixora, stay.”

Oh. It was…over?

It wasn’t really over. Disappointment burned away into red-hot, fresh anticipation. She was staying. She could play more.

A couple minutes to breathe was probably smart, though. Her head dropped to her chest and she folded over to pant. All those days she’d thought she was keeping in shape in her little room--hah. No, the only way to be ready to play was to play. It felt so good, getting back into it.

For real.

“You ain’t bad.”

Kalypso looked up, and might have crawled out of her skin without the twinned afterglow sensations of exhaustion and satisfaction to dull her chemical response. Jaegerjaquez and Yang were both standing there in front of her, the three of them making a sweaty circle.

Her brain made little hissing spits of static as it tried to remember how to cope with Dominions off the court. Play dead? She’d had some thought about going all limp and floppy with Yang, but… Defend herself? From what, these happy hungry snaps and crackles coming off them? Didn’t seem that bad right now, honestly, apart from the standard stupid Lamb brain buzz.

She straightened, looking from one to the other.

She’d wanted to make them play.

Yang melting into a back slide approach nearly as fast as his pass, airborne for the quick set, certain as a tyrant that it would be there in his hand. Jaegerjaquez spinning himself around at a sprint, the recoil from absorbing Yang’s hit turned straight into a thunderous approach.

They’d played, all right.

“It does take getting used to,” Yang mused. His golden eyes moved to Jaegerjaquez, and the other hitter met his gaze.

“Yah. Smaller window.” The look they were exchanging was thoughtful, both their brows furrowed without hostility.

She’d thought her sets were pretty okay, but in fairness, by the end she hadn’t been thinking about making them clean and pretty--it’d been all she could do to get under the passes and send these two ravenous hitters their sets in time.

“Oy.” Abarai was there all of a sudden, stepping up between her and Jaegerjaquez. It wasn’t until his grin split even wider at her that she realized she was grinning, too.

Pull yourself together, before one of them--

Abarai clapped a hand to her shoulder. And to Jaegerjaquez’s. The hitter twitched at that, which probably didn’t cover the way she’d jerked like she’d just been electrocuted, but at least she wasn’t the only one jumping at every little thing. “Good game,” he said, and honestly, it sounded like he meant it.

“Git,” said Yang, with a touch of irritation but no teeth.

“Don’t ruin it,” said Duibhne, appearing in order to grab at Abarai by the shirt sleeve. “C’mon. Don’t any of you kill each other before Redford gets here.”

At the next, far beadier, look Yang and Jaegerjaquez exchanged, Kalypso took those words to heart, and made her meager escape. She skittered for a ball cart and went for the distant wall to warm up her swing, out of conversation range and blast radius.

This was tentatively, tenuously good, this moment and this feeling. If she lingered, things could only go downhill.

Gilbert entered the locker room just as Abarai and Duibhne were about to exit it, with Axel behind him. While Axel slid past them all to get to his locker, the setter’s gaze caught on Renji’s first thing. “Well?”

Renji lifted his hands in a shrug, still with a bit of a grin on his face.

Gilbert’s eye widened. “What’s that mean?”

“Bit optimistic,” muttered Diarmuid. He was not smiling.

“Mixed messages here,” Axel observed, pulling on his shoes.

“Well,” started Renji, then shook his head helplessly. “Looked fun, is my take.”

Axel looked up from tying his laces. Gilbert blinked. Diarmuid, however, sighed. “Fun, sure. Right.”

“No meltdowns?”

Renji and Diarmuid exchanged a look. “Does hers count?” Diarmuid asked him.

“That wasn’t a meltdown. More like a…”

“I cannot believe Jaegerjaquez didn’t throw her through a wall.”

“He’s not gonna do that. You saw him this morning.”

“If you think that kind of attitude isn’t going to backfire, you’re insane.”

“What’d she do?” Axel asked, leaning forward. “Spit it out.”

“Got annoyed at them both, set Jaegerjaquez a real high, real wide one, and by some miracle got up on the opposite side before he did. Stuffed him.”

Axel’s laugh was sharp, delighted. “Ouch.”

“Christ. And…”

“And then they all ran non-stop quicks for twenty-five minutes. Like lunatics.”

“They all-- ”

“Yah. Yang too.”

While Gilbert rubbed his jaw in thought, Axel leaned back against the locker, chuckling. “Don’t tell Cu Chulainn. I wanna see his face when he hears he missed that.”

“...Blind, huh?”

The other three fell silent, watching Gilbert now with sudden intensity.

“Blind,” confirmed Diarmuid, tersely, and then left for the training room without another word, his Flare crackling in his wake.

“First time I’ve seen you mean it for more than five minutes.”

“First time it hasn’t bored me.” Yang leaned against the net pole, watching Grimmjow with a bit of a curl to his lip. “Are you finished playing chivalrous? You were terrible at it.”

“The fuck you talking about?”

“It went right over her head, you realize. She thought those passes were juvenile.”

Grimmjow’s jaw tightened. “So why’d you copy me?”

“Why would I decline to work myself into a lather when I could outplay you in my sleep? I wonder.”

“It was me that got her fighting. Both times. Me.”

“She walked onto the court fighting, fool.”

For a second, Grimmjow started to turn, his Flare beginning to lash itself into a frenzy--before he leashed it abruptly. His jaw worked for a moment. “You knew she was up last night.”

The curl of Yang’s mouth widened, sickle-sharp. “And?”

“You bastard.”

“Careful, now. You’ll give her a headache.”

“Tch.” Grimmjow shoved sweat-damp hair out of his face, and turned his back on the other hitter toward the girl pounding spikes against the wall.

“Play nice,” Yang purred at his back.

“Hey.”

Her chemistry had warned her of his approach. Kalypso shot him a cautious sideways glance in between swings; Jaegerjaquez was scowling pointedly.

“Yah?”

“Gimme. I’ll set.”

The door to the locker-room opened. She wasn’t surprised by who came out. Hungry, eager curiosity warred with trepidation--she was eager to see Redford set in person, and she’d seen very little of how Axel played. Opposite hitter, he was. It was her best hitting position as well.

But there was also the toxic Dominion reality of the room at the moment. Axel Lea had shocked her to her core last night with how quickly he’d gone from calm to murderous--and getting caught between Yang and Redford, no way.

Instead of hitting the ball on its high bounce off the wall, Kalypso set it sideways toward Jaegerjaquez.

He set her back.

Some hitters had sloppy overhand technique; his was fine. Softer than she’d expected. Somehow she’d assumed he'd set like Abarai passed: tense, out of his element, rushing through it to get to the next part. Well, that showed her for stereotyping.

She hit. His pass came clean back to her, temptingly so--so instead of setting, she hit again.

Pass, hit-pass, hit-pass, hit-pass. No angry 'tch's came out of him either. He'd meant it, apparently, when he said he was here to set her. On the fifth ball he passed back, she turned her body away from him, and swung a cut. Perhaps because he wasn’t expecting it, or perhaps because her cut wasn’t quite as solid as her regular hits, his pass back was shakier, so she finally set him in return.

It would have unnerved her, frankly, if he’d simply set her again.

He pounded the ball down at her. Not a warm-up hit--it was full power, and without the length of the court between them, Kalypso had to drop her hips nearly to the floor and break her platform on impact to keep the ball from rocketing back over his head.

Now he set her.

It was tough to return an equivalent hit--she was a lot shorter than he was. So she jumped.

And then she had to jump again, honestly, because his pass had such lovely spin and was going to be too high for her to hit at standing height. And again.

“Time. Redford setting, Ixora and Lea opposites. Get to it.”

Kalypso caught the ball spinning down toward her, bounced it toward Jaegerjaquez, and swiped at the sweat running into her eyes with a shoulder.

He was looking hard at her, his jaw tight, eyes calculating. Like he was trying to decide if he wanted to say something.

It came out of him in a low growl. “You don’t wanna set, do you?”

Kalypso, who had started for the court, blinked.

“If you do--”

Fuck. The setter wanted her help booting one of the outsides, and this outside wanted her to usurp the setter. The middle of that fight was the last place she wanted to be. “Don’t care if I set or not.”

“Then make Redford play.”

Surprise stopped her dead. “Eh?”

His gravelly voice was pitched low so it wouldn’t carry. Jaegerjaquez took a step toward her, his blue eyes wide now with intensity. “Like you did to me. Make him better.”

What the hell?

“Hate to interrupt, but we need our third, please,” called Axel from the far side of the net. He had a hand on his hip and that deceptively easy smile on his face. Yang was waiting behind him at the serving line, face unreadable.

Redford was ducking under the net, his eye roving between her and Jaegerjaquez. He didn’t necessarily look tense. His Flare gave the lie to that--it was once more that wide-reaching low burn, that heat underfoot that might at any moment, bloom up over them all.

She wasn’t here to play politics. She wasn’t here to make anyone except herself better at anything. Xigbar wanted them thinking about each other, yeah, but too bad. She’d done enough of that today.

She didn’t answer Jaegerjaquez. She walked past him, onto the court, and took up a low, ready serve receive stance. Round two--she was looking forward to it.

[lovebugmusings]

*kicks feet* hi again I am ready to learn about alphaSimon

tehehehe i am so in love with him and alpha simon is so important to me

first and most important, simon was born a beta but became an alpha because of his trauma. trauma literally alters their dna, so simon’s trauma and digging himself out of his own grave changed him so deeply his designation change from beta to alpha.

as a soldier, it makes him deadlier, faster, makes his instincts sharper. he turns from a man to ghost. other than that, until he has his pack of price, soap and gaz, it doesn’t really matter to him that he’s now an alpha. uses his new, more dominent scent when he needs to (which always has betas soap and gaz ready to present their ass and necks for him, horny fucks) but that’s. it.

then you come in to the fray. i haven’t decided how the pack meets slash gets their omega, but i do know the dynamic they have with simon

for starters, he starts really worrying about being a turned alpha instead of a born alpha. will you see him as lesser? will you be scared of him because he had to have come out the other side of something horrific to change? will you hold him at arms length because he isn’t a true alpha? the answer to all of those is no

he isn’t lesser at all. he is just as much an alpha, your alpha, as john is. and you remind him of that constantly. especially when running your fingers over the claiming mark you left on him. and because you’re an omega, you are more in tune with the minor differences of emotional states in scents, so as soon as you feel simon’s eyes on you and get a whiff of worry or insecurity, you are by his side holding his hand and kissing his cheek or arm.

i was talking with @glossysoap about this earlier today, but during aftercare, regardless of whether he’s in the scene or not, simon melts when you curl into him for warmth and safety. after sex you’re always very fucked out and satisfied, so your movements and sounds become instinct, not conscious. so when simon picks you up to carry you into the bathroom, ready to clean you up and give you a warm bath for your muscles, and you sigh, leaning in to him and smiling into his chest while leaving kisses and muttering something between a thank you and “i love you”? he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

of course john, gaz, and johnny all love him and trust him and see him as a pack alpha, in the betas’ cases their alpha. but they’re also soldiers, trusting each other to keep them alive during deployments and missions. it’s a rougher, different kind of trust. he still melts when a beta seeks him out for a cuddle or even just a quick kiss. but you’re both an omega, and not a soldier. you aren’t weak by any means. tough and strong and stubborn enough to wait him out and let you in, but you should be scared of him! he’s ghost! a man born a beta who should have died but came back an alpha instead, who has more blood on his hands than in his veins. and yet… and yet you curl in to him for safety, for warmth, for comfort. you are unafraid of moving his arms out of the way to curl up on his lap just to read and have his heartbeat by your ear.

johnny and gaz, of course have their lips pressed to his skin while reminding him that he is their alpha and they all chose him. john of course holds him close and reminds him that he is an alpha by his side, and john - the pack alpha - trusts him to keep the pack safe, always. so you aren’t the first person to take him by the cheeks, stubble underhand and kiss him while telling him “you’re an alpha, simon. my alpha”. but one more doesn’t hurt, especially not an omega who pleads with him to let him help you through your second heat

he doesn’t want to hurt you, never ever wants to give you a reason to hide away from him. but you tell him you don’t just want him, you need him. and it’s only right that the other alpha of the pack helps you through your second heat and claims you formally. so he agrees but is disgustingly gentle. so you have to draw first blood, and when you smile with those pretty doe eyes and blood in your mouth from digging those sharp little teeth into his bicep and all but growl out “fuck me properly, alpha.” he finally finally stops holding back

~✧

anyway i’m super normal about him as you can tell…

also if/when i finally write proper fics for this au, smut chapters will also have minor gore/blood warnings!

[oceansssblue]

>:]

Platonic bad batch omegaverse (O Crosshair and Wrecker, B Tech and A Echo n Hunter) all getting into parent mode when Omega meets them

Or if not

Echo learning one of his brothers (Crosshair or Wrecker- your choice) is an omega by seeing him get into heat and need to cuddle with everyone in his nest

Please and thank you <3

Loved your requests so far

Omg yes! bring it on with the omegaverse requests!! 🤩

I loved both of this ideas. The first one would take me more time to write though, so I decided to go with the second. Crosshair is a bit of an unusual Omega and alpha Echo is in for a lot of surprises. Remember I'm not a native english speaker and I'm not double checking this little omegaverse series (so sorry for any mistakes). Enjoy! And ty.

Xx, Blue.

"Part of the pack"

PLATONIC BAD BATCH (NO ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP)

WARNINGS: Heats and the usual omegaverse shit, minus the smutt cause they're all loving brothers here. Echo's insecurities. Crosshair's sharp tongue makes an ugly comment about Echo's disabilities once. Fluff, fluff, fluff. 💖

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Echo had been with the Batch for a month. He was still adapting; to his new squad, to his new body... To everything, really. It had been drastic; not only the way he had been forcebly and irreversably altered, but the change he had chosen upon himself at leaving his old team behind in a search for a new perspective. He loved Torrent; but Echo felt he no longer belonged with them, and it was difficult to try to move on from the horrors that had happened to him when they had his old self to constantly compare him to. He was not the same. He was painfully aware of it. With Clone Force 99, he had no history; he could start from cero, a clean state. And it had worked surprisingly well.

Echo had grown up to admire them; and care for them further than the polite respect and compassion often shown to other clones. They had welcomed him with open arms; inmediately integrated him on their missions –not like a side-guest, but as a equal, fundamental part of the strategy–, and for all they could be annoying and loud, they quickly learnt when to give him some space too. Echo didn't think they saw him as family yet; but at least they didn't think of him as a stranger anymore.

The dynamic between them worked fairly well. Echo had received no formal second genre presentation; but he had catched on to them by now. Hunter was the only alpha; as was usual in positions of lidership. He was confident and firm; eyes always scanning around to make sure everyone was safe. Wrecker was an omega. At first, Echo had thought his size and strenth would inevitably push him into the alpha category; but the first few days on his presence had told him otherwise. He was incredibly affectionate, constantly brushing hands over backs and patting shoulders –if not plainly hugging–; and he seeked validation from his brothers more often than not, never wanting to dissapoint anyone. His face always brightened up when his job was praised. Tech and Crosshair had to be betas; their personality was neither here nor there, being their own brand of confident but adaptative, unbothered and independent. Echo was an alpha himself; though his feromones had diminished drastically after Skako Minor, and with him calmly accepting Hunter's leadership he didn't know wether the rest of the squad believed him to be so. They had never asked; and he had never felt the need to point it out.

There was a good balance between them; so Echo got impossibly confused when things suddenly started to go south. It started with Crosshair; as most of them did. His abrassive quietness was often the detonant to small arguments between the brothers; this, though, was something else. It was progressive; the way Crosshair seemed to grow more and more irritated and jumpy as days passed by. It came to the point were he hissed at everything; brow often furrowing in frustration and eyes shooting daggers everywhere.

Echo had somehow gotten free from the harsh treatment at first; but soon enough, Crosshair's words got to him as well. Echo had only wanted to help.

"I don't need you hovering around me" Crosshair hissed, fingers still clenching tightly around the heavy box he had been asked to carry to the Marauder. "In case you haven't noticed, I have two optimal functioning hands. How the fuck did you think you could move this better than me with just the one?"

The agression was so sudden and unexpected Echo couldn't do anything else but to blink, paralised, eyes filling with quiet hurt. Hunter was the one to react for him.

"Crosshair!" He barked, expresion filling with fury. "Watch your tongue!"

The sniper glared at him and dissapeared onto the ramp of the ship, hands trembling from the effort of carrying the heavy weight. Hunter sighed and tiredly turned towards him.

"Don't listen to him. He's a bit sensitive this days".

Echo nodded, not really knowing what to say. Wrecker, who had been carrying his own two boxes of supplies, pouted sadly. He abandoned them on the floor, and then envolped Echo's figure in a carefull, comforting hug.

"He'll be back to normal in a week. He just doesn't know how to cope with himself sometimes" Wrecker whispered, slowly releasing him and stepping back, eyes worried.

Echo didn't understand quite well what was he talking about; but he sighed and smiled if only to soothe the concerned omega. Wrecker smiled back and returned to work.

The alpha glanced back to where Crosshair had dissapeared a few seconds ago. He felt there was something else going on.

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He found out exactly what just two days after the incident. Crosshair had decided to fight his grumpiness in silence; spending the whole day on his bed in Clone Force 99's barrack room. Though he appeared to try to be resting, he had grown more restless in the last handful of minutes; constantly squirming around in bed and huffing in annoyance. At last, he had apparently had enough; and stood up with slightly wobbly legs that dragged him to Hunter's bunk.

"It's impossible to sleep there. It's just not right" he muttered, dejectedly, almost irritated with himself for the lack of sleep.

Hunter answered calmly.

"I know. Should we built it in the floor again?"

Crosshair nodded –Echo noticed he looked almost relieved– and Hunter was up in a blink, dragging his matress down to the center of the room and signaling the rest of his brothers to do the same. Echo watched in surprise how Tech abandoned his inseparatable datapad to watch the other two attentively. Wrecker gathered all of the blankets and pillows and left them on top of the three joined matresses; Crosshair inmediately setting onto reorganizing them. Echo watched as he analised each item for minutes; finding them a place for only to frown and change them to somewhere else. After fifteen minutes or so, the objects had adopted a circular disposition, in what almost looked like... Echo's eyes widenned at the realisation. A nest. Crosshair had built a nest.

The sniper nodded in satisfaction and looked up at Hunter; quietly tilting his head. Hunter examined his job and smiled.

"Looks good and comfy" he agreed, and Crosshair almost preened.

Echo could do nothing more than to observe the scene unfold.

"Where do you want us to stay?" Hunter asked, his voice more soft and gentle than Echo had ever heard before, and Crosshair hummed in thought.

"Hunter" he patted the place closest to him, at his right.

"Wrecker" he pointed to the other side.

"Tech" he signaled a spot right in front of him.

Everyone stepped into the nest and took their place next to the omega. Echo was still processing that fact; Crosshair was an omega.

The sniper hummed happily. He had his nest, he had his brothers, he was safe. Hunter's arm reached around him in a half hug and for once he didn't shy away from it; but leaned on him. He closed his eyes with a sigh. He could finally relax.

Echo sat down from his place at the corner of the room; his back against the wall. It was a lot to take in; he hadn't had the chance to even see this dynamics with the Batch before, and he definitely hadn't expected Crosshair to be nothing but an alpha or beta. Such a shock... But it made sense now. Like Wrecker had tried to tell him before, Crosshair had been acting so abrassive because he was annoyed and irritated at his inner needs, at the possibility of showing weakness. He was a complex person; and very reserved.

Soon, though, Crosshair actual heat started. He grew warmer, feverish, and started to tremble uncomfortably. He whimpered and pushed his nose against Hunter neck; muscles imposibly tense.

"Hurts" he told him, voice muffled against his shoulder, eyes tightly shut.

Hunter hummed and played with his hair.

"I know" he whispered back.

After a painful half an hour, Tech prompted the omega to drink some water and nibble on a nutribar. Crosshair did everything without opening his eyes, hands clenched over his lower stomach, where his insides seemed to be wanting to destroy him now. The omega grew dizzy; babbling and muttering things here and then. Echo didn't move an inch throughout all of it; though his inner alpha was screaming to go to comfort him as well.

Suddenly, Crosshair blinked awake and glanced at him, almost as if he had remembered he was still there. He whispered something to Hunter; something he couldn't hear. Echo supposed he was uncomfortable showing this side of himself in his presence; and was asking the sargeant to make him leave.

"Echo" Hunter's voice called him. "Come sit behind Crosshair".

Echo's mouth fell open. His eyes traveled down to Crosshair; who whined and pressed himself closer to the alpha at his side.

Crosshair wanted him to join the nest as well?

"Don't make me repeat myself" Hunter warned, and Echo shooked himself from his surprise, hesitantly stepping inside the omega's nest and slowly lowering himsef onto the matress behind Crosshair, metal legs bracketing the man's thighs.

To his utter shock, Crosshair sighed and leaned back onto his chest; not worrying about the hard surface of his chest plate, but humming in delight. Echo stared at him and tempted his luck, gently caressing one of Crosshair's shoulders with his hand. He smelled sweet, though there was a hint of spice in the mix, a bit unusual for an omega. But by the way he was curled between them, he definetly was one.

"There, there, all good now" Hunter soothed him, looking at his brother with a soft smile.

Crosshair agreed with another hum.

"Pack" he whispered, surrendering to sleep again, pain lessed and ignored with his family around him, fully completed now.

The boys eyes traveled to Echo's; smiling warmly at the teary surprise there. Tech nodded, confirming Crosshair's words. Hunter squeezed his shoulder, and Wrecker tried to hug them all at the same time.

Echo was the happiest alpha of the world.

THE END.

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[myfanfic-urfantrash]

What if Alpha!Zhongli though?

A very popular Alpha that has many eyes on him. He's intelligent, poised, handsome, and smells divine! If it weren't for his little spending problem people would be all over him in an instant.

Beta, Alpha, Omega, his mates status doesn't bother him, they're his and he's theirs in the end. Bonus points as a god he can alter himself to be any dynamic he pleases even if he prefers being an Alpha. He could probably, with his mates consent of course, alter their dynamic too.

He's a very caring and gentle mate that always looks out for his mates well being regardless if they are a long lived species or not.

Loves to give whoever he's courting/his mate shiny stones and jewels he's found himself rather than bought. Only the best for his mate after all.

He's more than capable of fending off unwanted attention from any "competition" he might have. His presence and a simple look alone is usually enough to stop anyone from trying to flirt with his mate. But for those who don't know how to take a hint are in for a world of pain.

Doesn't mind spending his rut cycles alone if his mate isn't ready to spend them with him. He'll gladly spend their cycles with them if they welcome him to. He's a very attentive partner and takes care of their well being first before getting into the steamier parts of caring for them. They'll never complain of hunger or thirst while he's around tending to them. And they certainly won't complain of not being filled/filling him.

He takes his time to knot his mate making them cum multiple times on his fingers and tongue before he even uses his cock. He's here to please and prepare them thoroughly as he's rather large for an Alpha. He can have multiple cocks as well but settles for one as he's worried about hurting his mate. He'll use both once he's at least knotted them a few times though he will not knot if he has both out.

Loves to bite his mates wrists gently after biting their nape.

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

assorted chatter about possible dynamic... uhhh...dynamics?

what if the dynamics balance differently than assumed?

omegas nest; they create shelter from what they gathed in the world around them, moving individual pieces to create a stable whole.

alphas burrow; they create protection out of the world around them, altering the raw materials they find into new shapes.

betas den; they locate safety and utilize it to keep threats away or themselves hidden, adding onto what they find.

so, what if there's a tradition that you need all of them, working together, to build a home?

the beta to scout out locations and ensure the footprint is solid. the alpha to add on and alter it in order to suit the group's needs. the omega to ensure that there's space for creature comforts and that things are neither too open nor too exposed.

sure, it's completely possible to have a functioning and even cozy dwelling with a dynamic missing...but it means taking on more of the work, learning how to do it, using knowledge and practice to fill in gaps that instinct doesn't cover. or calling on friends or family to help out.

"these blinds are fine, but you work nights right? blackout curtains could help you sleep better after sunrise."

"huh, bet i could put up shelving here and you'd get more storage space."

"eventually we could take down this wall, open up the floor plan some. what do you think?"

there could be a similar view towards work or school or family life too.

sure, the parents might be two alphas, but they're surrounded by betas and omegas that they trust. people who can give their kids advice if they don't present alpha, who can add their insights and support when things are challenging.

maybe the core of a friend group is all beta youngsters, but their siblings or cousins won't let them be ignored or bullied. they might not even notice people are ready to help until someone does step in.

okay, so that omega lives alone and has found ways to make it through heats without anybody needing to help. but that doesn't mean the elderly alpha/beta pair across the street can't drop off some food at the door or keep an eye out for trouble.

(whoops I've veered into "it takes a village" territory again)

anyways!

instead of making a setting where alpha/omega pairs are admired and elevated above all else...why not make the ideal an alpha/beta/omega version of rock/paper/scissors?

(or to use another classic, fire/water/grass)

you can add more dynamics too!

(wood > earth > water > fire > metal with a dynamic to match each?)

if you like there to be opposites, why not add even more pairs?

(ex: fire / water, but also wind / earth! or metal / wood! maybe with additional interactions between the non-opposing ones?)

currently considering doing a dynamics square situation cause of this!

(I have a 4 dynamics setting but it isn't a neat cycle. more like rock always beats scissors and usually beats paper, but rock has a separate counter that isn't affected by it, in case rock gets out of line)

[lorelune]

o4o: extended author's note

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WOW!! i genuinely... genuinely cannot believe i finished this piece 😭 like truly. around a year ago, i was cooking up the idea for an a/b/o collab and to think... almost a year later i have finished my piece :3c

o4o was originally just supposed to be a one shot featuring beloved omega jing yuan and his heat, but the idea expanded into much more fleshed out world, reader and dynamic. i truly never intended to go explicit with the mommy kink but you Know. sometimes things simply occur and you gotta go with the flow!!

omegaverse is so interesting to me in so many ways... the social workings of secondary gender, biology, and the relationships characters can have based on secondary gender too. i've had this very clear vision of scent gland anatomy in my minds eye for literally two years and it felt sooo nice to get it down in part iii for folks to like see. the vision. in o4o there is also this element of queerness that like... cannot exist in the real world! which is very fun and fascinating to me as an author to explore. both reader and jing yuan are omegas and the dynamic they with one and other is inherently informed by their secondary gender, but they express that secondary gender in very different, complimentary ways.

when i was cooking up o4o, i wanted to try and lean away from the reading of a/b/o which boils down to "alpha = stereotypical man" and "omega = stereotypical woman". femininity and masculinity are socially-informed concepts, and thereby change by space and time, and i really wanted to (and attempted to) keep some amount of like... liminality to their expression. though jing yuan is perceived an alpha by the xianzhou alliance at large (because he is large, strong, and has a commanding presence), this is like... mostly coincidence and fabrication on his part. he cannot help that he is large (a great deal of which is soft omega pudge anyways!! and a slow metabolism adds to it), he's strong due to his lifetime of hard training, and his 'presence' is something he's like... constructed and honed because it is convenient and serves him well.

reader is more genuinely stereotypically in their world (at least what we see of them!!). they're a bit of a weakling, a lot of a crybaby, and very easy to coddle!! more like an omega kit than a grown one to be so real (see why jing yuan takes a liking to you LOL). but there's like embers of reader that distinctly aren't this stereotypical omega. they traveled to the Luofu alone, and settled without a pack or family unit. in part iii, we get a peak into reader's family, and you get a glimpse of reader's family, which is very non-traditional as well. they want to claim bite jing yuan. there's like!! in general lots of playing with perceptions in this piece. it's been very fun. playing with the expected bounds and outside of as well!!!

i DO have a sequel planned, a fun little spanking fic from reader's pov that truly i have been dying to write hehe. getting to do a deep dive on kink like o4o is very fun and like... rewarding. playing the long game on a kink to set up the Brain reasons why the characters involve enjoy it is like... long and hard. but very!!! gratifying. i'm excited to revisit these two, as both crybaby reader and milfy jy have altered my brain chemistry in unknoweable ways <3

finishing this piece would truly. TRULY. not have been possible without the cheering and support of multiple beta readers over each part. my pal honey helped out on parts i and ii and sadly doesn't have a tumblr anymore, but their jy thirsting and thoughts were VITAL!! @harmonydove was such huge help combing through part iii for clarity and cielo (@aimfor-theheart) did a much-needed final read through despite not going to hsr. and. AND!! truly truly TRULY this fic could not survived, lived and thrived with the continued, in-dms support of beloved mermie (@ofmermaidstories). she read this fic as i wrote and listened to my many questions and anxieties as this piece grew and grew. forever grateful. to all of these lovely folks!!!

thank YOU reader. for immersing yourself in this story and its world, and enjoying. truly there is nothing more that i desire as i writer. enjoy this piece this holiday season and be well 💗 🎀 💦

— lore 🩷

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

I don't normally read het omegaverse...but uhm are you hinting that Bambi may be a beard for 141? Also forced association for the military alphas? Like are you saying that groups of alphas in a military setting are forced into pack dynamics? Also your definition of "Bitched alphas" or altered Alphas or Betas or Omegas? Is that your in universe version of Trans people metaphor? Also Soap is low-key terrifying if he suggested they hunt and herd like actual dogs in that one chapter. Price being an Apex Alpha or lead alpha what does that mean! And the fact that Bambi has to keep various lies in check! Can Bambi even be trusted?

IDK I just binged your series and I'm interested.

Also the OCs are interesting I really wanna know why König is close to Xavier. Also are we gonna see more of König and Bambi and their relationship because he got a tattoo of her name on him.

Bambi has thoughts about alpha x alpha relationships. None of them are bad, but she will begin to notice things and wonder.

Yes, forced association happens. Meaning that some pack bonds are not healthy. I've already hinted at this in an early chapter between Ghost and Soap...and also in how 141 acts.

That Trans people metaphor? You can make your own assumptions and read it how you want. But in Loyalties it is taboo to alter your second gender.

Soap is from Scotland, I head canon that he knows a lot about sheep herding and instincts and applies that to work. The guy can clear out his ops efficiently, there's no way he can't use mind games and instincts to do that.

Price is exactly that. He's a little unhinged and you get glimpses of that here and there (like he knew about those Instagram pages even though the boys never show him or his "background check" on Bambi) and the fact that 3 other alphas listen to him implicitly (like instead of wanting to sleep with Bambi in a one night stand he tells his boys they are gonna court her and how he sees Bambi as theirs/his even though they aren't mated)

Nobody's POV is reliable except for one person and we haven't seen their POV or thoughts yet. It's why the story is named Loyalties. 🤫 (you'll see what I mean later).

König and Xavier are of the same mindset. That's why they are close. Xavier's daughters are König's God children, that should explain how he feels about the man. And only Xavier and Bambi speak German fluently (it's hinted that Sophia and Ananiah *two out of 4 of the named kids* are learning/being taught how to speak German).

We will see more of Bambi and König in act 2...but if you're expecting her to fall back in love with him...well a camel has a better chance of going through a needle 👀😌

In the Loyalties omegaverse...alphas don't normally let themselves be marked in any fashion. It's why König writes that he knocked out his tattoo artist's teeth when he insulted Bambi.

Thank you for reading my little story, and I hope I answered your questions 😊

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Word Count: 888

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements , dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

*Square filled: @spnabobingo - Alpha Challenging Alpha

A/N: * UPDATED 3/24

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

GIF by antiquerss

Part II

“Dean's preference of type doesn’t matter, but I want one under eighteen.” 

Sam’s head snapped up in shock. That wasn’t the plan; John was specific that O should be older than Dean and preowned, making them cheaper to repurchase. “Dad, why are you wanting…?” John cut him off with a low growl, provoking Sam’s inner wolf to reciprocate, neither noticing Helms studying their interaction with interest.

Alpha Winchester can’t wholly control this beauty like the other one. The boss will be pleased to learn about these developments. 

“A House O would normally do on paper,” Helms interrupts, “But I know this judge, they will not be satisfied with that alone.”  Both Winchesters have matching, confused expressions, and he continues before John can ask what that means.

 “The judge will require that I follow the statutes in Hibbins and your pack's unusual dynamics: three virile, unmated Alphas with no permanent abode, residing whatever. House O’s have a breed down to need stability, so a Pack Omega would be ideal even if they're as scarce as Phoenix and need the right connections, but there's your social standing.” That remark made Sam snort. It wasn’t the first time someone had mentioned their social standing, not so slyly code for a dirt-poor pack. 

“I have a few in the preferred age range we could negotiate over, but I suspect you won’t allow your Subordinate to breed them. The judge probably will consider that a deal breaker. The best option is an altered pre-owned Feral. And fortunate for you, I’ve recently acquired a selection from a fire sale. This way, gentlemen.” 

Dean's wolf whines, watching his pack move farther into the building. At the same time, he can only stand there, as ordered, and observe these unfortunate creatures bartered over as the livestock society considers them. His Alpha knew it would eat at his ingrained, perpetual guilt and is part of the repentance he has to endure because, once vexed, John Winchester never forgave or forgot.

Sam's inner wolf was getting more unquiet the longer they were in this den of iniquity. He knew the only reason John wanted him near was an additional jab at Dean to emphasize his failures. Fuck, he hated their Alpha using Dean's guilt against himself whenever displeased. Sam couldn’t see Dean from where they were, getting pissed that John was now only focusing on a couple of O’s that’d caught his interest.

Sam instinctually knew she was all wrong and, without realizing it, started vocalizing his displeasure. “What’s your problem now?” John barked at him. “They’re undoubtedly your type, sir,” Sam replied with his usual bluntness that made John's jaw clench, grudgingly reflecting on his youngest observation.

As the Dominant Alpha of his pack, John ultimately decided how they functioned, including mating. He cringed internally, remembering the drinking confession inadvertently made to Sam shortly after he presented.

It was a typical night when John was around.

Sam was sitting at the kitchen table finishing up some calculus homework. At the same time, John, sprawled on a couch, hovering between drunk and passed-out drunk, started talking about his mother.

Mary used to say three-year-old Dean was a handful, and now about to whelp again; it was too much for an Alpha herself to handle not having the instincts. She insisted John procure a House O to wet nurse the new pup because after extending the nursing of Dean, she wasn’t willing to do that again. John told her they couldn’t afford one, and Mary retorted if they had one, they could hatefuck their anger out on the O instead of John leaving. 

Sams revolted learning that the mother he never knew, one his brother practically worshiped, had wanted to purchase a House O to raise her litter and use them as a fuckslave to keep her mate happy and at home. When John started drunkenly lauding the pleasurable attributes of an Omegas natural slick pussy versus female Alphas, Sam grabbed Dean's CD player, pumped up the volume, and pretended to be working until John eventually passed out.

Shoving the books into his backpack, Sam retreated to their shared bedroom and retrieved the cobbled-together black-market laptop Dean secretly got him. Firing it up, he began researching the history of Omegas, the Hibbins Procurement Act, eventually going down the rabbit hole, finding blogs about how the effort to repopulate Omegas became perverted over the decades and obscure provisions secretly added during extension reviews that the government schools omitted felt his meager dinner about to reappear and bolted for the toilet.

Dean came rolling later, finding the laptop open on the bed, and immediately started worrying. His brother never left it out when their dad was around, followed the scent of sickness to find Sam lying on the bath floor, looking like he’d picked up an illness. Dean cleans him up, then tucks Sam into bed, diligently watching over him the rest of the night.

Surveying the area for hidden trouble, Sam catches an irresistible scent. His inner wolf hurls itself frantically against its cage of skin and bone, growling home home home in his mind. Flicking an eye towards his Alpha, whom Helms had distracted by another O. Without a second thought, Sam follows the wolf’s instincts, slowly backs towards the door left ajar, and slips through unnoticed.

Part III

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