#omegaverse fraternity

[badinfluencepress]

You’ve heard* of the fraternities Pi Kappa Alpha... Sigma Alpha Epsilon... Beta Theta Phi...... but what about...

🪢 ALPHA BETA OMEGA 🪢 ?

Is this a joke? Yes! Can you actually buy these things? Also yes! A bunch of college students get to wear mysterious Greek letter combinations on their chests to signal to others In The Know what their deal is... why should they have all the fun? It’s our turn, and our thing is better. Objectively. Probably. Or worse? But more fun FOR SURE. Ideal clothing for making weird eye contact with the other online-looking person at the grocery store or gym, confusing your boss over a video call, or meeting your fandom Discord squad for outdoor brunch!

→ GET YOUR ABΩ FRATERNITY MERCH HERE

*I googled “most popular fraternities” for these names.

[brofisting]

ok you know what. at this point i am BEGGING someone to say something about my hat

when i first got it i was like oh tee hee i hope i don’t get any weird public looks but you know what. literally NO ONE has said SHIT. i have worn it to the trader joes! i have worn it to THE PARK OUTSIDE KINOKUNIYA. i have worn it many other assorted places. and NOTHING!!!!!!!

frankly, i am distraught. i am so funny and not One person has done a double take and walked into a pole about it

[salamie-baby]

Fraternity bros and werewolf kinksters have one thing in common across the board and that is ruining the Greek alphabet

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

OMG I forgot to show you guys what I got for Christmas!!!

I should’ve come here first!

LOOK

[roanokio]

Thinking of making a very specific kind of Frat called Alpha Beta Omega I think that would be funny

[wordstome]

the very first night (ntwdt pt 2)

tell me that you hate it hate that i'm no longer in your reach if i can't hear you say it maybe you can't change it, but if you never if you never put it on the line how am i gonna sign for it?

alpha colonel König x beta ex-lover reader

2nd person, no y/n, she/her pronouns, reader's callsign is Eden, reader speaks French, omegaverse, exes to lovers, fraternization, fantasy version of military protocol, probable incorrect use of "copy"

2.2k words

tw: mentions of dead bodies and vague violence, dirty talk, könig is in rut but no actual sex happens, mention of grinding

Do you guys still even remember this au??? 😅 I'm back to writing this fic with this specific format just like the last time I had bad writer's block. I'm sorry that I basically made you guys take a poll and then immediately disregarded the results :( metalhead König is going to be the next one published, and then kosovo maiden. Anyway, this is less of a foray into the omegaverse as it is into exploring a married couple's dynamic. Forgive me if it's inaccurate, I've never been married. (Several of the people who will probably read this are married so...I might be really embarrassing myself here lol)

“Two on your six, O’Conor.”

König watches as his colleague takes down his pursuants with practiced ease. “Good to have someone watching over me, Eden.” the man roughs into his comms.

“It was my pleasure, Declan.”

“Can you two keep the flirting off the main comms?” Fender huffs. König hears O’Conor snort before the line goes quiet.

“Steady,” Horangi says next to him.

“What?” König says.

“You’re breathing like an angry bull. It’s unnerving.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s obvious you’re mad O’Conor’s flirting with your ex-wife.”

“She’s not—“ König lets out a sigh of defeat and tips his head away from the scope. “She can do whatever she wants. I’m not her keeper.”

“Right, which is why you’re white-knuckling your rifle and giving off the most furious pheromones I've ever felt."

König gives his friend a deadly side eye. “Can I help you?”

“Nah. Just confirming what I already know”, Horangi answers, unbearably smug.

König rolls his eyes and returns to the task at hand.

The two of you avoid each other, mostly.

When you’re forced to interact, it's with stiff professionalism. Cold and distant. The way it was when it was really, really bad.

You spend your time becoming closer to the other operators. O'Conor, for one, is someone you find yourself growing close to. In your line of work, it's usually not a good idea to get too attached to someone who may not see the next day, but it's part of your job to know these people now.

They're so competent that you can ignore the obvious, anyway.

König's always been competent, but watching him work nowadays is strange, like watching a remake of a nostalgic childhood film.

His movements are the same. He flicks his wrist the same way, with a heartbeat's worth of pause before the movement. Him taking cover, leaning with that awful posture you always got on his case about.

But everything about him is more ruthless, more efficient. The unrefined brutality of his youth is replaced with a honed precision that is foreign to you.

It stings, though you know the feeling has no right to exist.

You can't keep yourself from reminiscing about the past, when everything about him was familiar. When you knew him so well, it was enough to save both your lives.

"We've lost comms with König."

Your heart drops into your throat. You've been on several ops with him at this point, but this has never happened before.

"What do you mean you've lost comms?"

"He's not responding."

"What?" Fear grips your heart at everything that implies.

"He's in your building, Eden. Find him and extract. Copy."

You move slowly, like ice is flowing through your veins. "Copy."

You will yourself to calm down. Lost communications doesn't mean anything but lost communications. Panicking that you're going to encounter his body will only ensure you end up as a corpse as well. Besides, who could ever take down a man like that, tall like a giant and quick like a viper as he is?

If you had lost comms, what would you do? Re-establish them, of course. Pick your way out of the building and do everything in your power to reconnect with your team. From where König entered, he'd be exiting the building on the east side. You turn to head that way, then hesitate.

König's not you, though. He's not like any other member of the team. Proud, arrogant, vicious König, far more so than other alphas. You used to be afraid of him while he was at work, but eventually you came to realize that was simply how he was in his element—a different persona he wore to battle. As much as you wished he would be sensible and take the safe route, König would never take the safe route. He'd be carrying on the mission on his own, moving towards the target at the center of the building.

But he's a professional. No matter how good he is at what he does, he's not a one-man army, and he knows the right thing to do would be to extract. It's a gamble. If you head towards the east exit and he's not there, you could be losing precious time to find him. But if you head towards the center, you could be walking right into a fight you can't win and become overwhelmed.

You let out a shaky breath and attempt to calm your mind. What would he do? What is he thinking? If you make the wrong call, if you don't know your lover as well as you think you do, one of you won't be walking out of here. You close your eyes and think.

You open them with newfound determination and turn towards the center of the building.

You'd been right, of course, judging by the fallen enemies you find as you move through the hallways. But you don't allow yourself to feel sure until the moment you lay eyes on him, securing the target—a hard drive containing sensitive information.

"König!" you hiss, just as he whips towards you, gun drawn. He relaxes when he sees it's only you. Despite the fraught situation you're in, you can't help yourself from dashing towards him and burying your face into his chest in a hug.

"Eden," he says, his relief evident.

"You stupid motherfucker," you hiss. "You should have extracted the moment your comms cut out."

His eyes crinkle up behind his mask the way they always do when he smiles. "You knew I wouldn't."

"Yes, because I am burdened with being one of the few people on this earth who knows you like the back of my hand. Atlas holding up the sky," you grumble.

"I know you're relieved to see me," he responds, joy evident in his tone.

You let out a sigh. "Can we just get out of here?"

"Aye-aye, captain."

You could do without those memories, you think whenever the two of you trade clipped exchanges during ops now.

König still has traces of the arrogance of his youth, but it shows through less now. He's wiser, more patient and far less reckless.

You catch yourself admiring how good of a leader he's become. His connection with his teammates is like muscles flexing a hand.

You're no longer a part of that nervous system.

In fact, he's always catching you off guard now.

The energy in the common area is weird today.

You can’t quite put your finger on it. It’s like everyone’s walking on eggshells, but at the same time, nobody’s mood seems to be that affected. It’s like you’re all mice living in someone’s walls: going about business as usual, but with some looming threat casting a pall over everything.

“Is it just me or does the energy on base feel off today?” you ask Calisto.

“Oh. Yeah, that. Don’t worry about it,” she says. She swings open the refrigerator and pulls out coffee creamer. “No need for concern. König’s in rut.”

You do a double take. “He is?”

“Yeah.” She’s casual about it as she dumps cream and sugar into her coffee. “Usually he has a pretty light rut—he just gets testy and irritated. But for some reason this time is bad.” She offers you the cream, but you shake your head. “Don’t know what’s up with him, but he had to barricade himself in his room. His scent is driving people up the wall.”

You stare at the table in front of you. It can’t be a coincidence that König’s rut gets worse as soon as you’re near him again, can it?

When you look up, Horangi is staring at you from across the room. Slowly, he raises his mug to his lips, never once taking his eyes off of you.

You swallow the lump in your throat.

Calisto was right. The scent is overwhelming, but it's also familiar. You can't blame the others for avoiding the area. If you'd never dealt with him in this state before, you'd be hightailing it out of there too. Which is why you're doing this despite...everything.

You hover outside his door, trying to gather yourself, or work up the nerve to knock, or anything. It doesn’t matter in the end, though.

“I can smell you, liebling,” comes his voice, deep and growling and verging on feral. A shiver runs up your spine. You haven’t been called that in a long, long time.

“I only came here to bring you things. Water and…snacks.” you stammer, instantly hating yourself for how weak you sound.

“All these years later…and you still smell the same.” He blows right past your feeble little excuse, not even dignifying it with a response.

“I’m just here to check on you,” you murmur.

“Is that so.” You gasp as you hear a loud thud against the door from the other side. Oh God, it’s him, his body heat almost burning through the wood, pressed so close that you can hear his heaving breaths. “How kind of you.”

“It’s the least I can do, considering…”

“Considering it’s your fault I’m like this in the first place?”

Your legs feel weak. “Yes.”

His voice is silky, dangerous despite the barely restrained lust behind it. “Good girl.”

“That’s not fair,” you whisper.

“That’s a shame. You used to like it when I called you that. Still do, according to my nose.”

You wish he wasn’t right, but he is. You’re so slick that you’re soaking your underwear.

“Do you want the water or not?”

“Are you going to come with it?”

“I—”

“Because I promise you, if you’re still standing there when I open this door, you will get fucked against it.” He sounds like a savage animal snapping his jaws in hunger, and fuck, your body feels hot and weak in response. Every cell in your body is screaming out for you to throw open that door and let him fuck you limp. If you told him to break down the door, you’re sure that he would.

“You can’t say that anymore,” you whisper, hating the words as they leave you.

That seems to bring König back to rationality. You can picture him now on the other side of the door, shoulders slumping as he withdraws back into himself. "I...I'm sorry."

You slide down to sit on the ground with your back to the door, gripping a water bottle in a clenched fist. "It's like no time has passed at all, huh?"

You hear him let out a shaky breath, clearly trying to collect himself and bite back words he can't say. "Yeah."

That's the thing, isn't it? Your biology and his got the two of you into this situation in the first place. Very little of that has changed. Even though you've grown distanced in your minds, your bodies haven't forgotten the connection.

You're still struggling with how to feel about that. So much of your life has been dictated by what your body needs and wants. You've spent just as much time bucking against those needs and wants, so much that it feels like second nature.

"All of this...it takes me back. Do you remember the first night I spent with you during a rut?" you say. For a while you don't think he's heard you, but then he responds.

"How could I forget? It's my most embarrassing memory."

"Still?"

"I swore I would never let something like that happen again."

You giggle a little. "It was cute, for what it's worth." That first time, you'd come prepared with water and food, just like you had tonight, prepared for a long night full of...strenuous exercise. Instead, König had gotten so overwhelmed at his first rut with a partner that he came by just grinding on your leg and immediately fell into a 12-hour sleep.

"Yeah, you've said that. Doesn't make me cringe any less."

"And I'll say it again, it wasn't as bad as you think it is." You idly trace the cap of the water bottle with a fingertip. "There's no shame between us."

Another long pause before he responds. "Was."

A dull, throbbing pain nestles itself below your sternum.

"It...doesn't have to be past tense," you put forth tentatively.

"Doesn't it? We've gone right back to being strangers. You're still on the other side of the door."

You bite your lip. You can't deny that, nor the distance that's grown between the two of you.

This is all happening too fast. You don't know if you want to close the gap. You don't know if you're ready to make amends, after what happened.

"You're in no condition to have this conversation," you say, to distract both him and yourself.

"Conversation with you is hard to come by nowadays."

"Well...let's change that. Starting when your rut's over. Let's try talking like normal people again." This time, you don't know if you can blame your stupid biology for the relief you feel saying that. Maybe this time it's nothing but you and your treacherous heart.

You hear a thump against the door, but not an aggressive one. More like he's leaned his head against it. "I guess we have to start somewhere."

More silence. Then he speaks again, his voice tremulous.

"Can you stay? It's easier when you're here."

You swallow, your mouth gone dry like a desert. You can barely manage your next two words. "Of course."

The rest of the night is quiet, but you know he's there. At one point, you can even hear his steady, even breathing. Somewhere along the way, you notice that your breathing has synced with his.

The two of you fall asleep like that, propped up next to each other with a single layer of wood between you.

I miss you like it was the very first night...

I only revised this once while exhausted out of my fucking mind at 3am, so forgive me if anything's awkward or clunky. I'll probably go through it again in the morning (and die of cringe). But there we go! I hope you guys enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts and comments <3

Regarding my tag lists: I've had to leave out a few people, so if you see your url missing from this, please let me know and I'll add you back. Also, apologies if you're here despite not asking to be tagged for this particular story. I haven't gotten around to sorting out fic-specific taglists yet 🥲

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[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood Lore Posts Masterlist

Here is a semi-organized list of lore and world building posts for my Cherry Red, Crimson Blood series to clear things up, add detail, answer any questions, etc.

You can search #crcb lore on my blog if you'd like to just scroll through all of these for funsies.

Lore Masterlist Part 2 Other Fun Ideas Masterlist CRCB Barracks Sims Build Screenshots Fic Masterlist

FAQ

When are new chapters posted? How long is the story going to be? What pairings are in this fic? How old is everyone Who all is in the story? Are there deltas or gammas in the fic? What is the "42" reference in Chapter 3? Will there be pregnancy in the fic?

General Omegaverse Questions

Werewolves vs omegaverse How I pick characters' statuses Female Alpha/Male Omega pairings

Heats

What is a heat and how do they work? What happens when the guys are deployed? Is Price the only one that can help with reader's heats? Can betas help with heats? Heat Sickness Can omegas get heat sickness more than once? How alphas act during heats Are heats different with purebred alphas and omegas? Do omegas go into heat when they're pregnant?

Kneeling

How does kneeling work? Do betas kneel? Where do they kneel? Positioning during kneeling Could kneeling happen while giving head? The kneeling incident at the institute

Scenting

How do scents work? How does scenting work? Johnny passed out during scenting

Presentation

What is the presentation process like? Genetics behind presentation How statuses know who's who

Institutes

What do average alphas and betas know about institutes What was the institute like? Omega relationships in the institute How do omegas get sent to institutes Were domestic tasks taught at institutes?

Bonding and Claiming

What is bonding? Is a claiming bite permanent? How many alphas can an omega be claimed by?

Relationships

Omega and alpha relationships Classism and relationships Can alpha/alpha pairings work?

Omegas

Distressing What happens when the omega takes over? Hunting Omega rights Could omegas have side hustles? Could reader mark the others? Can betas and omegas have pups? Can only omegas get pregnant? Scruffing

Alphas

Do alphas rut on their own? Alpha urges What makes purebred alphas different Do alphas mark each other?

Betas

Do betas nest? Beta possessiveness Beta aggression Purebred betas Do betas feel left out emotionally?

Packs

Can packs split? Soulmates Fraternizing Can Jealousy Happen in Packs? Accidental Pregnancies What kind of housing do large packs live in?

Other Characters

Laswell Other characters and their statuses Dr. Keller's brother

Other Questions

Why did Laswell choose the reader?

[pack-the-pack]

✦Omega Pride Flag✦

(If the image continues blurry I do apologize... again)

✦The meaning of the colours and shapes✦

✦ Magenta: Symbolizes Fertility. This is not just to mean literal fertility. But also fertility in the sense of bringing to life things and connection. Omegas have as their core the cappacity to bring life to this world. Not just literally, but figuratively too. It also represents amab Omegas.

✦ Pink: Symbolizes Love. The core of an Omega is loving. Be it nurturing love, motherly love, brotherly love, pack love, or self-love. An Omega who loves is an Omega who prospers.

✦ White: Symbolizes Pride. Pride to be not only the most often diminished dynamics, but to claim that with grace and loudly. Omegas are not lesser than any other dynamics, they're the blood that bumps the heart of this community.

✦ Yellow: Symbolizes Resiliance. Omegas are anything but fragile. Be it in child-birth or be it in enduring the ridicule of others, Omegas are resilient. One of the strongest Dynamics out there.

✦ Gold: Symbolizes Community. Much like the other flags, community amongst others, but specially amongst Omegas is very important for Omegas. An Omega is nothing without its fellow Omegas. So rejoyce in your fraternity for you are the strenght that keeps yourself and others moving.

✦ Purple: Symbolizes Unity. Unity as a community, as a dynamics and as a miscecanis community.

✦ Central Star: Symbolizes Beauty. Because all omegas are beautiful. No questions asked hahahaha. It also symbolizes they're often the "central star" in Omegaverse. My proof being it's called "Omegaverse" not any other dynamics verse hahaha. I hope my Omegas all enjoyed it. You can check the other flags below:

Miscecanis Pride Flag. Beta Pride Flag. Alpha Pride Flag. Dynamifluid/Other Dynamics Pride Flag.

[iam93percentstardust]

Ohh can you do something with hand kisses and any of the dialogue you want for stevetony?

I wound up forgetting to do a dialogue prompt, but here’s a hand kiss and the start of a new AU for you, nonny!

Warnings for: omegaverse sexism

~

Steve is still not a party kind of guy. He never has been, not even when he and Bucky were in elementary school and his mom was asking him what he wanted to do for his birthday (the answer had always been pizza and a movie, and not just because money was usually tight for them). If Steve had had his way, he would have happily gone his entire college career without going to a single party, let alone one of the ones thrown on Frat Row.

But Bucky is living in one of those frat houses, and he’d put in a ton of effort into planning this party, and then all the rest of the guys on the football team had started razzing him over not wanting to go. Apparently the quarterback should make an appearance at at least one party each year, especially after the kind of successful season they’d had. Steve doesn’t remember that rule when he’d been scouted, and he’d been planning on saying so, but Bucky really had worked hard to plan it. So he’d told himself to suck it up, told Bucky that he would only be there for an hour (he was here to study, after all, not party), and made an appearance.

He’s regretting it now that he sees who all had been invited.

Steve’s college is technically an alpha-exclusive institution. But it’s been open to betas for almost fifty years. What it’s not open to is omegas. That honor would belong to the omega-exclusive university all the way on the other side of the city. And fraternization between the two universities is strictly forbidden. It’s an outdated rule put in place in this backwards town to protect unmated omegas, and frankly, Steve wouldn’t care about the rule at all (it’s patronizing to say the least given everyone comes of age at the same time) but getting caught with an unmated omega carries a hefty fine that Steve can’t afford and possible jail time for the alpha involved.

He doesn’t know who had invited the omegas (it certainly wasn’t Bucky, who’d looked panicked when Steve had shown up a few minutes ago), but he’d like to have words with them about taking risks when they’re not the ones who’ll get in trouble.

He escapes into the kitchen for a breather to escape the pheromones his classmates are putting out. The freezer stands as a cool beacon, and he wrenches open the door and sticks his head in, greedily sucking in lungfuls of the clean, frigid air. That’s better. He’s only been here for a few minutes, and he’s already wondering how soon he can talk Bucky into leaving his fratmates to their fates should the cops get called.

”Smell that bad, huh?”

The question startles him enough that he jerks upright, only to bang his head against the top of the freezer. Steve hisses through his teeth, hand rubbing at the spot where he’s sure a bruise will form. His mom always said he was hardheaded but it sure doesn’t feel like it right now.

”Ooh that’s gonna be a bad one,” the voice says sympathetically. Steve feels a hand cupping his chin, turning him back into the light. It’s only then that he realizes the blackberries and cream he’s been smelling since he walked into the kitchen isn’t from some dessert in the fridge, but from the prettiest omega he’s ever seen, who’s now fretting over his forehead like it’s a broken arm.

”It’s fine,” he says hoarsely, his hand coming up to catch the one tracing his hairline. The omega sucks in a breath, whiskey brown eyes going wide, and Steve abruptly realizes that he’s touching an omega. Scrambling for a way to salvage the situation before he gets himself thrown in a cell for the night, he falls back on what his mom taught him when he meets a new omega:

He lowers the omega’s hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it.

The omega’s hand is soft under his lips though his fingertips are surprisingly calloused against his own. The omega completely stills, red lips parting ever so slightly. Oh fuck, Steve realizes. His gesture is perfectly acceptable (if a little old-fashioned) back home in New York, but in this tiny town in New England? And he has no idea where the omega lives when they’re not at college, if it’s as liberal as New York or as conservative as this town, and—

“Woah there, alpha!” the alarmed omega exclaims. “There’s nothing to worry about here. We’re all friends, right?”

”I don’t even know your name,” Steve points out.

To Steve’s confusion, the omega says, “You don’t know my name?”

Steve blinks at him. “Should I?”

The omega’s scent turns sweet with shy pleasure. “No, I guess not. It’s Tony. Tony Stark.”

And, oh, Steve does know that name. He couldn’t grow up in New York and not know it. Howard Stark’s wild omega son, caught in flagrante with two alphas at his old college earlier this year and sent somewhere “stricter,” according to his dad, where they would curb his unhealthy urges. Steve and his mom had had plenty of discussions about parental abuse of omegas and how it was socially acceptable after the conservative media applauded the elder Stark’s decision.

Tony is watching him anxiously, clearly waiting for the other penny to drop. Well, Steve is contrary by nature, and even if he wasn’t, he would never judge an omega by their choices. The only reason he’s even concerned tonight is because of the potential consequences, not because they’re here at all.

”I’m Steve,” he says staunchly. “Steve Rogers. Pleasure to meet you, Tony.”

Tony’s mouth tilts up in a crooked smile that’s suddenly the most tempting thing Steve has ever seen. “Nice to meet you too, Steve. I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

Steve grins helplessly back at him. “Like a house on fire,” he agrees ruefully. Tony throws his head back and laughs, and aw hell, Steve thinks. A whole ninety seconds to completely smitten is probably a new record for him. Bucky is never going to let him live it down.

[raeuberprinzessin]

As I promised a while ago:

Dragons platonic ABO AU

So, I've read some platonic Omegaverse stories and damn, that shit can be so fluffy and I'm always down for some fluff 🤩 

Characters being happy and cute and everyone joining the cuddling session and I just fell in love 😂

And I also read some Dragon!AUs and I thought, why not both? Both were a different fandom and yeah, I think Maribat needs an AU with dragons and platonic ABO dynamics.

There's a lot of worldbuilding, the story idea, if you want to skip there, starts after **********

So, the different dynamics have nothing to do with reproduction, they are more like a biological manifestation (hormones etc.) of the social role they lean towards. A group of dragons in which these dynamics come into play is called a Pride (yeah, I like "a Pride of dragons", I think it has a ring to it 😁). Humans don't have a dynamic, only dragons or part-dragons do. Part-dragons are called serpent (if the mother was a human and they were born in their human form) or drake (if the mother was a dragon and they hatched).

Alphas are competitive and often trying to show off. They thrive on conflict (doesn't have to be a serious one) and competition.

Betas draw their strengths from solitude and themselves. They avoid conflicts or act as mediators, partly because their chances are the worst if they actually get caught up in a conflict, but they are also the most peace-loving dragons.

Omegas thrive on having an active social circle, the bigger the better. They draw their strength from their love for others. Usually they are calm and don't get themselves involved in arguments, but if their Pride is endangered, they can be lethal. A pissed off omega is nothing anyone would ever want to face.

Dragons are usually born as an egg and hatch after a few months. Baby dragons are called hatchlings (even serpents who are born in their human form), in their early teens they present as their dynamic and are then called dragonlings. Since dragons live a lot longer than humans they are only considered adult dragons (by other dragons) in their mid-twenties to early-thirties. Trying to seriously court before then will not be received well by a dragonling's Pride. 

If two eggs are laid in a clutch, fraternal twins end up being omega and alpha, identical twins are usually both betas.

There are no "rules" for who is in charge of a Pride, but omegas often have an easier time, since their social skills are higher.

Every dynamic goes through a hormonal cycle every few months but how they experience it differs from person to person. Some want to cuddle, some need warmth, some only eat raw meat during their cycle. But the most comfortable way to spend the cycle is usually in one's own nest with a few Pride mates close by to offer cuddles, comfort, someone to talk to or to fetch something they need. 

The laws differ between countries, but since humans haven't had the wish to fight a dragon since the middle ages and especially the older, famous Prides did their best to present dragons as harmless if not provoked (and they also had the money and influence to steer public opinion in that direction), the laws aren't too restrictive in most places. In places like Gotham, which has a very long history influenced by dragons and was co-founded by dragons, hence all the gargoyles, they are actually pretty lax. And in France for example there are several dragon protection laws in place. 

So, I think this is enough about worldbuilding. Here comes the story idea (but if you feel inspired by the world building, go ahead, have fun and tag me, so I can have fun as well 😅):

**********

The Dupain-Chengs were a young couple of bakers who barely had anything to do with dragons until one day when they were just about to close their bakery there was a woman rushing in.

She asked them to take care of the egg she held in her arms, saying that she had to fear that the egg's grandfather would cast the egg out or mistreat the little hatchling.

Since the young couple were good people and wouldn't want a baby, dragon or human, to be treated badly, they agreed and the woman gave them a big shawl made of shedded dragon skin. The old skin of the egg's mother, the woman explained. They would need the shawl to prove they didn't steal the egg.

The next day they went to the authorities and explained what happened. Usually an abandoned egg would be given to another Pride who was willing to raise another hatchling, especially the older prides were always eager to add fresh blood. But since they had the shawl, they could prove that the egg's mother had chosen them and therefore they were allowed to keep the egg, if they would comply with the statutory requirements. These included classes about parenting a hatchling, social structures between dragons, dragon biology and more like this, as well as at least one adult dragon (or serpent/drake) who was willing to support them (that's how they met Nadja, a beta who felt a bit lonely, since her Pride wasn't from Paris, and was happy to help). The requirements also said that at least after her presentation she would have to be enrolled in a school with at least 30% dragonlings.

Since the Francois-Dupont schools were highly recommended integrated schools (schools with a special focus on dragonlings and human-dragon-relationships), they sent their hatchling, they called her Marinette, there.

Marinette presented as an omega during the summer break. Her parents tried hard and did a good job, but there were still some things they couldn't teach her, so she turned to Nadja and to doing her own research. She started to babysit Manon, because it gave her another dragon in her social circle and when she went through her cycle the first time, she realized there were things her parents just couldn't understand: As an omega her need for a big social circle wasn't satisfied with her parents allowing her to sleep in their bedroom during her cycle. And they wouldn't allow her friends Nino and Kim, two dragons from her class she befriended, to stay in her nest with her. As humans they only saw it as two teenage boys sleeping in the same bed as their teenage daughter.

That's why Marinette started to do her own research, so she could better understand her instincts. This was why her teacher, Madame Bustier, a human, didn't really recognize the formerly meek and quiet girl after the break. Marinette grew and didn't accept getting pushed around anymore. Not by her teacher, with whom she had a very serious talk outside, and not by Chloe, an alpha drake. 

Since Marinette feels more comfortable in her skin (or shall I say scales?), she gets more confident and her natural leader qualities easily put her in the spot of the Pride's Head or Prima of the school's Pride. For most students the Pride of Francois Dupont is not their primary Pride (that would be their family), but since the school is meant as an integrated school there are also many students like Marinette or Chloe, who don't have a suitable primary Pride available.

One of these students is Adrien, a beta drake, who has to attend the school now, since his mother disappeared.

Adrien at first only knows Chloe and she also scares everyone else away. Chloe is his friend, but he really would like to formally be accepted into the Pride, but that can't happen, if Chloe scares everyone away and he can't even talk to his classmates.

That's the way it goes for a week until the Prima, an omega dragon he feels pretty intimidated by, snaps and drags Chloe off to an unknown location. Another beta dragon introduces himself as Nino, assures him that he doesn't have to worry about Chloe, because Marinette, the Prima, would never harm any of them and invites him to hang out.

Adrien slowly befriends his classmates after that. Chloe gives him more space and seems to keep closer to Marinette. He still feels intimidated, until she gifts him a scarf for his birthday. That's the first time he sees her self-conscious as she explains that she sewed a few of her scales from one of her shedded skins on the edges, because she read that they are needed to create an official acceptance present for a new Pride member. It's actually a tradition old established Prides follow, but since Marinette found out about it in her research, she thinks it's normal and she likes the idea, that her Pride members have something that smells like her.

Since Adrien's mother was the only dragon he had in France and the rest of his Pride lives in the UK (Amelie, Felix, maternal grandparents, his uncle before he died), Marinette as his new Prima has some legal leverage over Gabriel, who as a human is considered a less important bond. Adrien still lives with Gabriel, since he assured Marinette that he doesn't want to leave his father all alone, but Marinette put her foot down about his schedule, so he has less modeling gigs and only the extra curriculars he likes, like fencing. Adrien is still a bit intimidated, but he also adores her, because not many people are willing to butt heads with his dad and come out on top.

They are still Ladybug and Chat Noir, by the way, but since they hide being dragons when they transform it only changes the dynamic a bit, so they feel a lot more like siblings and best friends with no romantic interest.

Marinette also still attracts the attention of Jagged Stone, who is an alpha dragon and excited to hear, that his kids Juleka (alpha serpent) and Luka (omega serpent) are already friends with his new favourite designer.

Kagami and her mother are both alphas and when Kagami joins the fencing team Adrien recognizes another lonely kid when he sees one, so he asks Marinette to watch the fencing class the next time and introduces Kagami to her.

Kagami has only her mother from her Pride in Paris and since they are both alphas, she enjoys spending time with Adrien and Marinette. They have a calming effect on her and she is happier. At first her mother tries to forbid Kagami from spending time with them, she only accepts them, when Adrien and Marinette convince her to send Kagami to their school (it may have also helped that Marinette "casually" mentioned how close she is with Nadja).

Amelie and Felix end up coming to Paris, because they want to take Adrien back to London, but there they meet Marinette and Amelie, a beta dragon, is so endeared by her, she decides to stay in Paris and send Felix to the same school to get to know Marinette. Felix can't understand what his aunt, a beta dragon, like his mother, from an old Pride, saw in his uncle, a human designer with dubious talents (as Felix says).

Felix is an alpha dragonling, so it's not a surprise that he likes to show off his skills as an actor and a magician. And how smart he is, obviously. When his cycle arrives after he joined the class he butts heads with the other alphas of the school's Pride, especially Chloe, Kim, Alix and Kagami, since he's around them more.

The last addition to the class is Lila, who spends her first day lying about being an omega. It turns out there were only 3 dragons at her last boarding school and die other two were beta twins several classes above her and her classmates seemed to like her more as an omega than an alpha. Her mother is human and her father a drake, which makes her a serpent and she still can't transform into her dragon form. That's why her dragon grandparents finally relented and allowed her mother to have her with her.

Since this version of Marinette is much mote confident she doesn't let this lying grow and points to the information about Lila on file and after getting to the root of the problem, they assure her that she is just as welcome as an alpha.

Just like Chloe, Lila turns out to be a bit clingy and asks Marinette to stay with her during her cycle.

The school actually has a so called nesting room where the dragon and part-dragon students can hang out and build their nests. Human students need to be invited, which doesn't happen often, because humans don't have the instincts to nest and for most of them it's boring or childish, since it's basically hanging out in a pillow fort, sleeping and cuddling for most of the time.

On the other side of the Atlantic Ocean Damian Wayne (alpha dragon) has found his place in his father's Pride. He learns from his father Bruce Wayne (omega dragon, Primus of the Wayne Pride) and his siblings Richard Grayson (alpha dragon), Cassandra Cain (beta dragon), Jason Todd (omega serpent), Timothy Drake (omega dragon, but with more beta mannerisms than other omegas, because his parents needed him to be a beta like they were) and Duke Thomas (human meta) and everyone else in his extended family.

During patrol one night his mother lures him away to ask him if he is happy. When he says yes, she tells him she will do something, so his grandfather will leave him alone for good, although she couldn't say that about Ra's obsession with Tim, since that obsession might become worse.

He reports the incident and they realize that there could be only one explanation: Damian has a twin sister and his mother is going to get her, to present her to his grandfather. Since Damian knows that his grandfather is displeased by his presenting as an alpha, since an omega would have better skills as the leader of the league, and that's one of the reasons Ra's preferred Tim, he knows that his grandfather had no idea about his granddaughter. Otherwise he would already train her. This also means his mother must have made sure, she was well hidden, she might not even know herself where she was.

Of course they will move heaven and earth to find their lost little sister and protect her from the league. They just wish that stupid magical terrorist in Paris could have waited until they found her and made sure she is safe.

[seiyuna]

Kurokura Fic Masterpost

🔞 = contains explicit sexual content

♨️ = will contain explicit content in a future chapter

CANON SETTING

♨️ Nepenthes

Summary Kurapika disguises himself to capture Tserriednich’s attention at the banquet. A drunk and devastated Kuroro interferes.

Notes Fake relationship. Black Whale arc. Rated M—eventually Explicit.

White Peonies

Summary Queen Oito searches for the brother she abandoned in Meteor City. When Kuroro bears a great resemblance to him, the implications are far greater than expected.

Notes Kuroro and Oito sibling theory. Black Whale arc. Rated T.

♨️ Skeleton Flower

Summary Kurapika dies. He gets one more chance to make things right. But this means preventing a massacre from ever happening, finding companions he has yet to meet, and fraternizing with an enemy—who isn’t truly his enemy anymore.

Notes Time travel. Black Whale arc. Rated M—eventually Explicit.

🔞 Nightshade

Summary Kurapika struggles with the realization that his worst enemy is the one destined for him.

Notes Omegaverse. Black Whale arc. Rated Explicit.

Narcissus

Summary Kuroro discovers what it’s like to belong to someone else.  

Notes Omegaverse. Black Whale arc. Rated T.

🔞 Snowdrop

Summary Kuroro knows nothing of a love apart from his Spiders. That doesn’t mean that he can’t learn.

Notes Omegaverse. Dark Continent arc. Rated Explicit.

🔞 Benefactor

Summary Kuroro and Kurapika have a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Notes Sugar daddy relationship. Post-Yorknew arc. Rated Explicit.

♨️ Vows

Summary Kurapika wakes up with a golden band on his ring finger and his enemy in his bed. Surprisingly, this is the least of his problems.

Notes Fake relationship. Post-Yorknew arc. Rated M—eventually Explicit.

Ceratonia

Summary Aboard the Black Whale, Kuroro avoids an assassination attempt and meets a son he has never known.

Notes Time travel. Kid from the future. Black Whale arc. Rated T.

Milkvetch

Summary There’s a child in the cradle of his arms, quiet and compliant as she stares up at Kurapika. The child’s eyes are red and that can only be an omen.

Notes Family dynamics. Post-canon. Rated T.

He Walks in Starlight

Summary Kurapika goes sightseeing in the Kakin Empire. He finds an unexpected companion along the way.

Notes First date. Post-Black Whale arc. Rated T.

Saudade

Summary In the aftermath of the succession war, Kurapika goes missing. Kuroro tries to find him.

Notes Mutual pining. Post-Black Whale arc. Rated T.

MODERN SETTING

🔞 Red Spider Lilies

Summary In another life, their paths cross once more. Kurapika is a normal college student who has no memories from his past life. On the other hand, Kuroro remembers absolutely everything.

Notes Reincarnation. Black Whale arc. Rated Explicit.

🔞 Swipe Right

Summary Kurapika meets the man of his dreams on a dating app.

Notes Online dating. Rated Explicit.

🔞 Yes, Boss

Summary Kurapika surprises Kuroro at work.

Notes Boss and secretary relationship. Rated Explicit.

Proposal

Summary Kurapika is hired to sabotage Neon's engagement to Kuroro. Things do not go as planned when he ends up replacing her as Kuroro's fiancé.

Notes Fake relationship. Rated T.

[badinfluencepress]

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[brofisting]

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[tombstone-pisa]

Umm Mpreg headcanons for alpha and omega verse Nobori/Ingo and Kudari/Emmet? Please unless this disgusts you then I’m sorry to bother you 0//////0

THIS IS SO LATE, I'M SO SORRY. You don't disgust me!

I will clarify quickly that I'm entirely into mpreg for the fluff and domesticity, though, just in case anyone reading this is expecting kink content. Sorry, I am eternally weak for the boys being Soft together.

I actually have a pair of omegaverse fankids for the two of them! The eldest is named Signa and she has some health problems from being born to twins (the twins aren't actually identical at a genetic level in this, enabling Ingo to be an omega, but they're still full siblings. They're probably half-identical from an egg cell that split into two before fertilization) The youngest is named Bellamy and they're healthier.

Signa is a little alpha. She has hip dysplasia and scoliosis as well as a fictional omegaverse disease that causes small children to partially present- Signa is still a pup but she has the (nonsexual) instincts and reactions of an alpha. This is really stressful on her because of not only being too young to control her instincts but also she gets overwhelmed by being around people.

Signa is extremely close to Ingo but personality wise is more like Emmet. She's competitive, protective and fascinated by mechanics. While she isn't interested in professional level battles, she loves it as a hobby and is extremely talented. Her partner pokemon is a shiny pachirisu and she also has a garchomp and tsareena. As an adult, she becomes an engineer.

Bellamy is a beta and is very quiet and gentle. They are a friend to all living things and much more social than their quiet nature would suggest - Bellamy loves making friends and will go out of their way to do so. They have a natural talent when it comes to taming and caring for pokemon but little interest in battling. Their partner pokemon is a swoobat but they also have a noivern and a crobat. As an adult, they become a professional pokemon rehabber and veterinarian.

As far as headcanons for pregnancy go, Ingo really enjoys having that special connection with his babies. He reads to them and talks to them constantly! Unfortunately, the pregnancy is hard on him. Being pregnant with (fraternal) twins is very draining and he ends up on bed rest for the third trimester. Emmet and the pokemon spoil him rotten but Ingo feels guilty about it... it takes a talk with Emmet for Ingo to realize that he's working hard growing their children and not being lazy like he feared.

Emmet is extremely protective. Especially in post-hisui settings where Ingo has been through so much already. He hates letting people touch Ingo. The only ones allowed to are Elesa and their pokemon! Finding a doctor is a struggle because Emmet doesn't tolerate even the smallest mistake or rude behavior to Ingo.

Ingo initially buys a billion parenting manuals but ends up getting rid of most of them because he has very strong morals and beliefs about raising children. He's a very doting and forgiving parent but still has rules he expects them to follow. Ingo treats broken rules and misbehavior as a learning experience... he doesn't yell at his children but instead sits them down to talk about it.

The hormones make Ingo very weepy. He cries over everything. Cute videos of baby pokemon? A sad story he heard? How much he loves Emmet? Most of the time, they're happy tears. He doesn't have very many mood swings otherwise.

He's at Ingo's beck and call. As far as Emmet is concerned, Ingo's job is to keep himself healthy and grow the babies. Aside from that, he should rest. So Emmet does everything in his power to make sure there's no stress on Ingo.

Somehow, he gets even more touchy. He loves to rest his head on Ingo's tummy and talk to the babies or just purr. He also sings to them. He constantly has an arm around Ingo or stays within touching distance on the rare time they go out.

Emmet is an extremely proud dad. He cries the first time Signa beats him in battle and when Bellamy catches a pokemon for the first time. But he also never goes easy on them... Signa's first major loss as a young trainer was against her father. Afterwards, he praised her strengths and told her how proud he was of her.

I'll probably do another post like this with them as new parents or more pregnancy headcanons. I LOVE domestic stuff like this so...!

[foxyyaoguai]

hello hun :> I have a question about fic rec and was thinking if you could help me :> I read "Embers" by xantissa (great work) and was wondering if you could rec something similar if you know something? Tbf jadecest is not my first cup of tea, but I liked how lxc and lwj were put in uncomfortable situation in embers (esp from lxc perspective) and the wangxixian at the end made sense plot wise you know? Have a great week regardless if you could help me or not :* !

Ohhhh! OHHHH! OF COURSE I CAN HELP YOU! Embers was a great fic, so let me rec you some more WangXiXian.

The fic I read directly after Embers was Magnificent, which gave me a lot of the same feelings that Embers gave me and is closest to what you are looking for I think. It starts out with WangXian, and Lan Wangji decides to share his husband with Lan Xichen because Lan Xichen is depressed and in seclusion after canon. It later develops into WangXiXian and Jadecest, but they first have to get over some complicated feelings. It’s very lovely.

Jades’ Lotus by keela_1221 is an Omegaverse WangXiXian fic, with alphas Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen, who are true mates with each other and omega Wei Wuxian. It’s very romantic and they all get married, but content warnings for mpreg and graphic depictions of child birth. If those bother you, I recommend to stop reading after the wedding night 🤭

Then there is Fraternal Fissures by @foreheadkissesforzewu-jun. This one has a stronger focus on Jadecest, as it starts out with Jadecest and later develops to WangXian and WangXiXian, but again we end up with a equal relationship between all characters and lots of feelings the Twin Jades have to navigate.

And if you feel like giving a Jadecest fanfic a try, I highly recommend In This Broken World We Choose by kianspo. They are forced into a soul bond and have lots of shame and guilt to work through!

I hope you like those. Here is a link to all my Polyship Jadecest recs. I’m glad there are stories in which you enjoy the Twin Jades together, even though you say Jadecest isn’t your first choice. If you ever feel like reading more fanfic with them you can check out my Jadecest Resource Collection. I have a bunch of recommendations on this site and maybe some of them are to your taste :)

[neonponders]

I already have a 007!Billy x Q!Steve one shot but here’s another with a bonus layer of omegaverse ~

[ This got very long so the full is on ao3, but you can read a big chunk of it below the cut ~]

• • • • • • •

Secret agent work was surprisingly inclusive. When young, alpha Billy had first been recruited and promoted, he’d expected the place to be a sausage fest of alphas. He was gratefully wrong.

He now sat next to a pretty woman omega, and one of the most dangerous people in the world. Because of both of her genders, she often had to be the one to infiltrate corporate fraternities. The skills to do so were...unique.

Now, though, she just nibbled on a candy bar and flipped through the case file for which they had to sit in this meeting. An alpha returning to their seat in the row ahead of them reached back to hand her a cup of water. It was just an unspoken thing, how alphas were a little extra soft on the omega field agents. They had it worse, after all.

Billy was known for being, well, and asshole. Prickly to everyone in equal measure unless someone proved right in front of his eyes that they were worth his respect. The omega next to him could claim that title, but not many others.

The issue was that Billy was a wild card. He charmed a room with ease and then spit in someone’s face on just a whim.

There was another wild card in the room, however. Billy knew their superiors were eerily good at observing their colleagues behavior, because a specific person from Q branch always seemed to show up for whatever meetings Billy had to attend.

Everyone who worked in Q branch went by that letter. Q. It pissed Billy off. How did anyone address each other efficiently? The only trick he’d seen was having no more than 2 of them in a room at one time.

Billy knew this Q very well, though. Thick brown hair. Antiquity bone structure with expressive, low hanging brows, huge doe eyes, and prominent lips. His thick forest of hair grew straight out of his head before its own weight made it fall into princely, curvaceous swoops.

Someone got highlights, Billy mused to himself. They looked good. Made the tech geek seem almost sun kissed, even though those poor bastards were the office workers compared to the double zeros.

However every 00 had a Q, and whatever quiet observation the bosses were doing between this one and Billy, he wanted it to be over with.

Billy’s phone vibrated on his thigh. He read on the screen: Look alive dip shit.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk and then his lashes swept up for Caribbean irises to meet Q’s whiskey ones. The latter held his gaze but discretely did something with the device in his hands before sliding it into his pocket. Billy looked down at his screen: Stop staring at me and pay attention.

He typed back, You washed your hair.

Q visibly sighed as he reached for his phone again. Just in time for Billy to also send, I can smell it from here.

His smile twitched again as he watched the muscle in Q’s jaw tense. He typed silently on his device, I already have eleven sexual harassment complaints written out. Don’t make me send them

Only 11?

Stop it. Pay attention.

A new message appeared on his phone, from the omega right next to him. You’re starting to smell. Chill out.

He rolled his eyes, appearing more bored than bothered as he finally turned his phone over to avoid being distracted.

Yes, he liked Q.

No, it wasn’t a secret.

It was some strange irony that no one else seemed to care so long as they got their jobs done - except Q, himself. He was Billy’s biggest obstacle.

Then again, they were both obstacles. This line of work required dedication to their jobs, and Billy placed his above all other priorities. Usually.

His eyes kept deviating to Q. The way he shoved his glasses up to rub his eyes. The way he seemed to focusing on everything but the presentation happening.

When said presentation finally ended, the room began to clear out. Billy knew the drill: get your things from Q branch and leave asap.

So, everyone left to consult their Q’s, while he strolled right up to this one, who stood at his long work table typing something important. As Billy got close, entered the aura of that fresh smell. He couldn’t help himself, leaning right in so his nose tickled those silken tresses...

“Billy.” A complaint. A warning.

He didn’t move an inch. Neither did Q. “How come you get to know my name but I don’t know yours?”

“Because you officially died when you were eighteen. I’m still something of a citizen.”

“Officially,” Billy crooned, a smirk in his voice. Not for the first time, he wondered if he liked Q so much because he was an unconventional omega. Q stood a solid inch or so taller than himself, and smelled like fresh rain and spicy-sweet like blood oranges or some other citrus. There was something else there; something Billy wanted to put a name to that wasn’t just a letter.

“What would the head bosses do if you submitted those complaints?”

“They would make it so you never see me again.”

Billy’s features flattened like Q’s tone. He did not appreciate how the man could just cut him down like that. Regardless, he placed a hand on the table and the other on his hip - to avoid touching Q’s waist. “What toys do I get this time?”

“You mean disposables?” Q sighed with a shake of his head. “The only things you care about are the cars.”

Billy peered at him. “You’re sighing a lot today.”

“It’s a human condition to be exhausted by alphas.”

 A laugh huffed through Billy’s nose before his mirth caught. “Plural?”

Q exhaled heavily, “Do you want your gadgets or not?”

Billy’s brows reached for the loose curls of his dark blond hairline. “Testy. I’m all ears.”

Q reached for a small briefcase. As Billy opened it, he narrated, “Your phone, key fob, ear pieces, and secure wifi hotspot.”

Billy frowned over all of it. “This is rather domestic.”

“Weapons will be provided to you upon arrival. You’re flying economy.”

That jerked his attention right up. “I really messed up that last one, huh?”

“You crashed a plane into a children’s soccer match.”

“No one was killed.”

“Because it was the private two-seater we’d loaned you. You’re not piloting any planes for a long while. And here.”

Billy accepted the envelope and started looking through the tri-folded papers immediately. His voiced dropped into a growl, “What is this?”

“Your Q assignment.”

“I see that. Who the hell is this?”

“The person who will be taking care of you since I’m due for a vacation.” Q paused his typing to look at him. “We can’t all have espionage trips in the luxurious Mediterranean.”

Billy ground his teeth. Only his training kept him from becoming a sour air freshener. “And then what?”

“I’m sure they’ll take good care of you, so long as you try not to die. That’s usually how I describe your field report activity: miraculous death defiances sprinkled with self medication.”

Billy threw the envelope onto the table, where it landed with a loud slap. “For how long?”

Q glanced at him. “What?”

“Tell me this is temporary.”

Billy couldn’t believe that Q actually looked confused. He finally turned away from his laptop. “I don’t know if it’s temporary but I need a break.”

“From me?”

Q took his glasses off and blinked while his eyes adjusted. “In a strange turn of events, this has nothing to do with you.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Because you’re a narcissist.”

“Because you’ve been my Q for over a year.”

“Which means you’ve had others. You’ve been 007 for longer than you’ve known me.”

Billy scoffed, “How long is this vacation you’re taking?”

“Long enough that I can finally take a break from policy blockers and fuck myself as much as I want to!” He slammed his computer shut, unplugged it, and started out of the bunker office space. “Break a leg, or whatever the hell you do.”

He left Billy standing there, thoroughly taken by surprise. But he also left him with two pieces of information: Q had civilian paperwork, and he was single.

• • •

Why wasn’t I invited?

Shut up and get on your plane.

Billy chuckled, already in his seat, which he’d paid out of pocket to have upgraded well above economy. He would have wifi for his entire flight. If Q was as good as he was supposed to be, he already knew this.

You gave me a different Q but didn’t hotwire your number out of my phone.

Don’t tempt me.

How’s your vacation starting out?

It isn’t. You have two guardian angels while your new Q gets settled in.

Well. Billy liked that a whole bunch.

How will it start out then? Paint me a picture.

You’re asking me to sext you.

You’re the one who shared that you’re due for a heat.

Sexual Harassment page #13...

Billy smiled, which got swept up by a stewardess asking him to turn his phone off for the take-off. “Sure thing,” he schmoozed, and then replied, I seem to recall you being the one who stared at me first.

It had been a while since I saw blue eyes. That’s all.

Is that the best you can do?

I’m busy.

To busy to flirt with me? I’m insulted.

Sorry I just have millions of people to keep safe. Didn’t the lady tell you to turn off your phone?

You spying on me?

The answer came in the form of Billy’s phone turning off on its own. Billy rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and watched out the window as the plane took off.

• • •

All I’m saying is that I could’ve helped with your vacation.

I’ve never seen anyone so openly eager to sleep with a colleague.

Billy paused to answer the door with his dinner delivery, but afterward responded, Don’t call me a colleague. That’s weird.

Sorry. The person who enables high profile murder.

That’s better.

He chowed down on his 5-star hotel pizza and checked the time. I g2g but I’ll be back around 3am, your time. Phone sex?

If you wake me up at 3am I’m personally murdering you myself. Text your actual Q, for once.

You are my actual Q.

I’m about to be offline.

Billy frowned. Q branch was awake when 00s were awake, regardless of timezones. Communication was only severed if necessary for the missions.

What? Why?

You have another Q. Use them. And get this job done.

Another knock on the door, this one with the delivery of a pressed suit. Billy didn’t have time to harangue his Q into being his Q.

• • •

He did get the job done. It was one of the cleaner assignments despite returning to his hotel room with a limp, torn suit, and a bleeding shoulder. Just a scratch, but it was deep enough that he’d be getting stitches once the sun was up.

He messaged his temporary Q with the details and readied the massive shower for a lengthy bathing session. While he carefully peeled off his dress shirt, he realized that a phone which he did not recognize sat on the vanity counter. A sticky-note of all things fluttered on the screen: abort prior devices.

As if someone knew he was looking at it, a message came through saying, Check email for updated return details.

It wasn’t the first time details changed, especially travel information. Billy took a sip from his tumblr of whisky and opened up his email to skim through...

MI6 Q BRANCH COMPROMISED

All agent communications have been re-encrypted.

He wasted no time in smashing the screens of his personal phone as well as the one Q had given him for the mission. He threw them into one of the sinks, plugged the drain, and let them soak.

Billy showered quickly, bandaged up his shoulder, and read through a secondary email informing him that he had a plane to catch in an hour. He sighed, because this meant that he had to stitch his knife wound himself.

For some reason, it didn’t occur to him that his Q would be in danger until he was snipping the thread off the last stitch. Q had pulled some impressive maneuvers from thousands of miles away, saving his life many times. It just didn’t seem possible that any member of Q branch would be in danger, especially if his temporary one was still working with him.

Now, though, Billy texted the temporary one, What’s happened with my Q?

You will be debriefed upon arrival.

Tell me now.

Debriefing in person.

Billy grit his teeth and carefully pushed his arms into his jacket. He much preferred his Q with personality.

• • •

He certainly got the news. Right on the tarmac when the private plane sent for him landed. A large man with a mustache, who simply went by M shook his hand. Billy knew his real name, and liked to remind him of it every so often. Like poking a muscle spasm.

Today was not that day.

“A bio-weapon was delivered and exploded in the bunker,” he informed under the noise of the little plane. “We’ve managed to detain the delivery person and they’re being questioned.”

That was a polite way of putting it.

“What happened to my Q?”

“Q Branch was conveniently evacuated a quarter of an hour before the deliverer arrived.”

“What. Happened. To mine?” Billy growled.

M rolled his lips and took a deep breath. “He figured it out. He caught the attack, but only had enough time to evacuate the bunker and put the encryptions in to protect everyone else.”

Billy stood very still, which was something of a fete given the wind out here. “Is he dead?” he asked coldly. He needed to know. To get this over with.

M shook his head. “No, he’s alive. Stable, even, but this bomb...it was meant for at least a couple dozen people. It was a concentrated heat inducer. The goal was meant to cause chaos. To turn alphas, omegas, even betas against one another. Instead he took the brunt of it alone.”

Billy absorbed that but shook his head. “What does that mean? Is that just an intense heat?”

“No, kid. That’s an overdose on a highly volatile prescription medicine, and then a whole lot more. Because he caught it in time, he was able to warn others. We got there in time to find him and the delivery man comatose, on the verge of organ failure. Now, his coma is medially induced to keep the stress off his body, but he’s fine.”

“I want to see him.”

M sighed and pulled a phone out of his pocket. “Thought you might.”

• • •

Q had a private room with a nice view. It was a rude irony that he was asleep and the bed was too far from the windows for him to appreciate it.

Billy stood by the bed, arms tightly crossed. A lot of fluid bags were hooked up to him, helping him flush out the toxins from his body while Billy otherwise listened to the finer details from the nurse.

“Because of his strictly regulated hormone blockers, he had a paper wall’s defense against the attack, but it was still better than nothing.”

Billy didn’t want to hear about the attack anymore. When M dropped him off here, he’d said casually, “Everyone else is on this assignment. You’re not allowed within fifty miles of that delivery guy.”

So instead he asked, “What will happen when his system is clear?”

“We’re not sure yet. He may fall into an intense heat and need medical assistance through it. He may not have a heat at all, but if this happens he will be tested for infertility.”

Billy couldn’t rightfully respond to that since he didn’t know if Q wanted children. For 00s, that goal was pretty much nonexistent. If he had civilian paperwork, though...

He looked up at a woman appearing in the doorway like she’d sprinted down the hallway. Her light brown hair was chopped above her shoulders, and neither the nurse, nor any security outside made any movements to stop her. Billy frowned as he watched her pant through, “Holy Jesus...I came back as soon as I could.”

“Nothing’s changed,” the nurse reassured.

“Okay,” she nodded raggedly, taking her bags off her shoulders. “Okay, okay, okay...”

“Who are you?”

She looked up at him, affronted by his tone as she pointed at the bed. “I’m his emergency contact. Who are you?”

Billy turned his head toward the windows, breathing for control. Her statement should not affect him this much. He spent more time out of the country than in it. If anything, Q was his emergency contact, not the other way around.

“Just a colleague.”

“You don’t smell like just a colleague,” she said carelessly, otherwise preoccupied with digging for a few DVD cases. She propped them on Q’s torso. “Okay, dingus, I got some of your favorites. Although, it’s my choice which ones filter through that brain fog first. How about...”

Billy didn’t care about a movie. It was hard to take his eyes off of Q in the bed, to stop watching the drip of the bags into the IV tube. The way those bags emptied remarkably fast so nurses had to pop by every so often to replace them and check all of the machinery for his vitals reports. How one side of his face had the slightest blush of inflammation, like he'd been sprayed by a chemical -

“Robin.”

Billy wasn’t sure when he sat down, but he looked up from his seat on the other side of Q’s bed. “What?”

“Robin. Since you’re going to be here a while. You have something to call me.”

You officially died when you were eighteen.

“Billy,” he provided. Not like she could do anything with it anyways.

“You’re the alpha he likes, huh?”

Billy became instantly aware of how little sleep he had. “What?”

Robin smiled a little and nodded toward Q. “If you’re the one he works with, then it’s definitely you. He talks about you.”

“That’s not allowed,” he blurted, but it sounded childish in his own ears.

She snorted. “Relax, I know. Sort of. In a...I know but don’t know, sort of way,” she winked melodramatically. It turned into a really awful blink. “It’s a perk of being an emergency contact.”

“What are you, then? His beta sister?”

She shrugged. “Close enough.”

After some silence passed, she offered, “Do you wanna know what he says about you?”

“Do you always talk during movies?”

“Yes. But neither of you are really watching it.”

Billy exhaled with a raise of his chin. “I’ll let him tell me when he wakes up.”