#prompt: alpha

[shewhowillrise]

Dead on Main Omegaverse

Edit: @milkymiks made a beautiful fanart of this!

Jason is having a brothers day out with Dick. The once a month they let the other in on their inner most thoughts.

“So any thoughts of dating?” Dick asked, setting a beer in front of Jason before sitting with his own.

Jason snorts, “An alpha wouldn’t want me.”

“Come on Little Wing,” Dick insists, “a traditional alpha would like the fact you cook and take care of kids well. A non traditional alpha would love your independence and resourcefulness. What’s not to like about you!”

“No alpha wants an omega that can break them in half.”

900 miles away Danny Fenton sits at Nasty Burger with his friends. He was the only alpha in Amity Park that weighed 180 pounds soaking wet.

“Look, there might be someone outside of this small town that likes small alphas,” Sam tries to point out.

“Yeah,” Tucker backs her up, “statistically you’ll find a better match in a global city like New York or Gotham.”

“I did qualify for a Gotham U scholarship,” Danny says. Tucker grasps Danny’s shoulder and shakes it while Sam slaps the table excitedly.

“See!” She exclaims, “already looking at the bright side! We’ll help you pack, set up a dating profile, and plan rogue attack escape routes.”

“Oh! And catch you up to speed on the bats—”

Danny smiled sadly as his friends talked about to do lists and must haves. He’s grateful for them but he knows that there’s no omega out there that would want an alpha they could push over with their pinkie.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny was forced to flee from his home universe due to the actions of the Guys in White.

At first, his new universe of choice seemed amazing! Sure the crime rate seemed higher than back home, but superpowers a known thing! If his powers are discovered, he’ll have actual legal protections! And better yet, they have actual living aliens!!

But then as he tried to integrate himself into a normal life, he found the catch.

Apparently, pheromones and associated “pack” instincts are an integral aspect of social interactions in this universe. And since he’s from a different one, he has neither.

It’s like being an outcast at Casper High all over again.

Without the pheromones, he comes off as uncannily flat to basically everyone he meets—never mind how he’s constantly missing context about the people around him. And even if someone does try to connect with him, it seems like his lack of pack instincts might make him come across as dismissive anyway.

He already struggled with social cues sometimes before, but this made things a million times worse.

Luckily, he’s already found a light in the darkness.

Cass.

He’s not quite sure how he befriended the quiet girl, but she’s the best. Even without having pheromones, she seems to just get him. Plus, she’s been indispensable in helping him learn how to understand and navigate social situations properly.

As far as he’s concerned, she’s basically an angel.

He gets the sense she was an outsider like him too once, though he hasn’t tried to pry into her backstory. The last thing he wants is to damage their friendship.

Which is also why he’s trying to keep his growing crush on the down-low too. He doubts she feels the same way, so there’s no reason to rock the boat.

[lexirosewrites]

when Steve is pregnant with their first baby, he has a habit of constantly cleaning their home in preparation for their pup. Eddie affectionately calls him his little “woomba” once and Steve cries so hard that Robin threatens to end him (when he’s not pregnant, Steve finds it hilarious)

[allthingssteddie]

Steve Harrington thought he'd managed to keep him being an omega a secret from his parents. He'd been on suppressants since he was 16, a late bloomer, and his parents were rarely home the last few years. But one fateful day, as he was in the midst of his heat in his room, his father burst in, yelling behind him to his mother about what a disappointment Steve was as a son.

The harsh words cut deep, and Steve felt his heart sink. His father stormed out of the house, leaving Steve reeling. His mother stood outside his door, a sad look etched on her face.

"Mom," Steve called out, his voice shaking.

But she just turned and walked away, leaving Steve feeling isolated and alone.

Steve's father didn't return home until the early hours of the morning, a self satisfied grin spreading across his face as he puffed on a cigar. A complete 180 to his earlier demeanor was jarring.

It wasn't until the following evening that Steve discovered the reason behind his father's sudden change in mood.

His parents summoned him to the dining room, a space that had once been the heart of their family but now felt like a relic of the past. The fact that his mother had cooked dinner only added to Steve's growing unease.

"Sit down,son," his father said, his voice booming through the room. Steve hesitated, but his mom's encouraging smile put him at ease. He took a seat, his eyes darting between his parents.

"We need to talk ," his father said, his grin returning. he could feel his gut twisting with anxiety.

"You see, son," his father began, "while I was away, I went to the bar to clear my head, and wouldn't you believe it, I ran into, the owner of all those restaurants from the commercials you know, with that catchy jingle." His father snapped his fingers, trying to recall.

Steve's face fell. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

His father smiled. "Well, he was telling me he was looking to marry, and I mentioned I had an omega son... and one thing led to another, and we signed a contract." He looked at Steve expectantly.

Steve's eyes pleaded with his mom, but she looked away, avoiding his gaze.

"Please... I can't," Steve whispered, his eyes fixed on the table to avoid his father's gaze, knowing he would see the anger and disappointment burning within them.

"Why not, Stephan? Huh? You have a long line of suitors, do you?" his father sneered.

"Richard," Steve's mom cautioned, her voice soft but urgent.

Steve's dad slammed his hand on the table, making both Steve and his mom jump. He smoothed his hair, attempting to compose himself. "You are doing this, son. And that's final," he declared, his voice cold and unyielding.

With that, he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. Steve's mom followed suit, her eyes cast downward in a mixture of shame. They left Steve alone, the silence in the room oppressive and heavy.

That night, Steve sat in the darkness of his room, his mind racing with thoughts of the arranged marriage. He debated calling Robin, knowing she would freak out, but he desperately needed to talk to someone. The weight of this was suffocating him, and he couldn't bear the thought of carrying it alone.

The next day, Robin dragged Steve to a carnival, hoping the bright lights and lively atmosphere would lift his spirits. But Steve would have rather stayed home and wallowed in his misery.

"I seriously hate your father, Steve," Robin said, her voice indignant. "I can't believe your mom just let him do that. I really wish we could run away together." He felt a pang of longing he wanted to escape with Robin too, but he knew it was impossible.

As they walked through the carnival grounds, they stumbled upon a colorful tent with a sign that read "Eddie the Powerful Reader." Robin's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Hey, Steve, want to check it out?" Steve just grunted in response.

Inside the tent, a guy about Steve's age sat across from a woman with a crystal ball. He looked up, catching Steve's eye, and flashed a warm smile then continued talking to the lady.

She scoffed at Eddie, "What a crock of shit!" Gathering her things, she stormed out of the tent.

The guy who had been sitting across from her raised an eyebrow, shrugging. "Some people can't handle the truth," he said, smiling wryly at Steve and Robin.

Robin and Steve sat down, and Eddie's eyes sparkled with interest. "So, what can I do for you guys? Maybe a couple's reading?"

"Nope," Steve said, while Robin chimed in, "Platonic."

Eddie nodded, a hint of satisfaction etched on hir face then his expression turning serious. "But there is something we really need to know," Robin continued. "Steve's parents are arranging a marriage for him, and he doesn't want to go through with it. Is there anything that can be done to prevent it?"

Eddie's eyes locked onto Steve's, then shifted to the crystal ball. "Uh huh," he murmured, his voice filled with conviction.

"What?" Robin asked, wide eyed and leaning on the edge of her seat.

"The spirits say the wedding won’t happen," Eddie declared, his voice firm.

Robin said excitedly, "Really?"

Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. "Robin, come on. The wedding is happening. My dad will make sure of it. Let's just go." He stood up to leave, but Eddie grabbed his hand.

"Steve, am I right?" Eddie asked, his eyes intense. "I can guarantee a hundred percent it's not happening."

Steve felt a shiver run down his spine as he met Eddie's gaze. For some reason, he believed him. A spark of hope ignited within him, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him as he left the tent with Robin.

It was the day of the wedding, and Steve's father, Richard, had orchestrated everything to perfection. He had spent the preceding days yelling at Steve's mother, criticizing her for not doing enough to prepare for the wedding. "It's a woman's job to plan these things!" he would bellow, his face red with annoyance.

Steve's mother would remain silent, her eyes cast downward, as Richard's anger simmered just below the surface. Toward the end, she had brought in her sisters to help with the preparations, and despite Richard's grumbling, everything was falling into place.

As Richard surveyed the wedding arrangements, a satisfied smile spread across his face. He had secured a large dowry, and soon he would be rid of Steve, the son he saw as a burden.

Steve's aunts swarmed around him, helping him get dressed in the cramped, chaotic room. They threw clothes and accessories around, dabbing makeup on his face and trying to squeeze him into a elaborate wedding dress. Steve protested, his face red with frustration. "I don't want to wear this!" he exclaimed.

But his aunts just exchanged stern glances. "Do you want your father to come in here?" one of them asked, her voice low and warning. Steve's heart sank, and he reluctantly submitted to their ministrations, his eyes fixed on the floor in resignation.

As Steve stood there, trapped in the chaos his mind wandered back to the words of. "The wedding won't happen," Eddie had said with such conviction. Steve's rational mind told him it was just a fantasy, that the wedding would indeed go on as planned. But a small spark of hope had ignited within him, and he couldn't help but cling to it, no matter how impossible it seemed.

Steve's mother burst into the room, her eyes hidden behind black glasses, a deep frown etched on her face. "Is he ready?" she asked, her voice tight with tension.

Maria, one of Steve's aunts, nodded hastily. "Yes, he's all set."

Steve's father, Richard, strode into the room, his eyes scanning Steve's attire before nodding in approval. He grasped Steve's arm, his grip like a vice, and began to escort him down the aisle.

As they walked, Steve caught sight of his groom, a man with a permanent scowl etched on his face, eerily reminiscent of Steve's father. Steve's heart sank, his earlier hope dwindling in the face of this bleak reality.

Steve's eyes locked onto his groom, and the of his father and then a wave of panic washed over him. He couldn't do this. He wouldn't. With a surge of adrenaline, Steve pushed his father out of the way, ignoring the cries of "Steve, come back!" and "What's wrong?" from the guests.

He sprinted down the aisle, his wedding attire fluttering behind him, and burst through the doors of the venue. Outside, the bright sunlight was a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere of the wedding.

As he looked around frantically for an escape route, a sleek motorcycle roared into view. Eddie, the physic, was grinning at him from the driver's seat, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Told you it wouldn't happen," Eddie said, chuckling, as he gestured for Steve to hop on.

Steve didn't hesitate. He swung his leg over the bike and settled in behind Eddie, feeling a rush of happiness as they sped away from the wedding venue, leaving his father's angry shouts and the stunned guests in their dust.

[justhereforsomethingnice]

Platonic omegaverse twin dpxdc

Danny is the son of one Clark Kent and Lois Lane. He is a twin actually. However some shit happened, a revenge on Superman, a rouge villain kidnapping a random kid thinking he could get some money off of them, one of Lois her enemies getting revenge in the worst way possible on a reporter, who knows. Anyways, point is, he has been removed from his parents and somehow ended up with the Fentons.

He has always known he was different. He could lift things no one else could (even his teachers and dad) at the young age of 3, able to hear things that were miles away (he was diagnosed with adhd because of his hyper active behavior and apparent ‘oversensitivety’ to sound) and while everyone could smell really well, he sometimes felt like he could smell the entire world.

After the first time being called a freak by one of the other toddlers though (judgmental little shits that children can be) and tried to live as normally as possible. Then the accident happens. He finds out he’s adopted and also that he was unwillingly removed from his parents. Who they were? He didn’t know, even the most likely source who knew it (Clockwork) just looked at him with a smile and told him time would tell him at its own pace.

Fast forward a year and Danny is 15. He’s presenting as an omega. The worst thing he could’ve gotten in his opinion. The feeling of being able to smell the world worsens and he just has a headache from all the noise, smells and sights. Something is pulling him though. He doesn’t know exactly where..? But it just, it feels so nice, and familiar…

Maybe he should just let it be? Maybe he will find the place? Maybe not?

Unbeknown to him, his twin has the exact same problem. Clark and Lois are a bit worried about the presentation behaviour, as if going to a different place. Wasn’t their home and their family nest safe and familiar enough?

They turn around, for what feels like a second, just a blink of not paying attention, and Jon is gone. They panic, flashbacks to when they lost his little brother coming to the forefront of their minds.

Luckily Clark had long since memorized every little sound his sons body made. From his breathing, to heartbeat to the way he was slightly rub his teeth over each other when faced with something new or unexpected.

They find their son. Both of them. Curled up, speaking in words that sound like nonsense to their ears but perfectly logical to the two of them.

Jon and Danny rejoin during their omega presentation and are curled up together in the most comfortable spot of the entire North American continent in the middle of nowhere, just cuddling each other and making a weird variation of baby babbling noises despite being teenagers.

Needless to say, Clark and Lois break down. They found their son, and redound their lost child.

[darwin-are]

Steddie abo domestic fluff

modern setting, mpreg, omega steve, alpha eddie, domestic bliss/fluff

Eddie has just gotten home from work at the garage when he quietly walks in on Steve humming and folding laundry at the dinner table. Steve hasn't noticed him yet so he takes a couple of moments to just watch his mate. They've been together for a couple of years now and Eddie still feels a wave of love whenever he looks at Steve. Then he shifts his eyes to the swell of Steves belly and he can feel even more love and happiness wash over him.

After watching the omega humming and folding laundry for a couple of minutes Eddie remembers this video he saw at work the other day, a way to relieve his pregnant mate even for just a minute.

He feels warmth through the bond and then Steve turns his head slightly.

"Are you going to stand there and watch me all day or are you going to help me, alpha?"

Eddie just huffs a laugh and starts walking forward.

"I thought I might help you with something else sweetheart."

Steve gives him a questioning glance but before he can ask anything Eddie has pressed himself close to the omegas back, resting his arms around Steves belly and nosing at his neck. He places a few kisses to the mating mark there.

"Take a deep breath baby."

Steve give a sceptical look but does as he says. He takes a deep breath in and just as he starts to let it out Eddie gently places his hands on the underside of Steve's belly and lifts it up. The rest of the breath rushes out him at the relief. He takes another deep breath and fully leans into the alpha behind him, a blissed out look on his face from not having to carry all that weight for just a moment. Eddie just keeps nuzzling steves neck and bonding gland, pressing gentle kisses there.

"You're so strong for carrying our pup every day. So beautiful. My lovley omega."

Steve lets out a light chirp at the praise, humming a bit as Eddie keeps placing kisses wherever he can reach.

They stand there, in the sunlit room, in front of piles of laundry, just swaying and existing together. After a while Eddis starts to relax and lower his arms back down but before he can let go Steve let's out a sad little whine.

"No no no no don't stop. Please keep going."

All Eddie can do is give a slight chuckle, readjust his hands, and lift his pregnant mate's belly again.

"Anything for you sweetheart. Maybe i should start exercising so I can do this all the time?"

"You won't hear me complain about that."

Eddie huffs another laugh at that and kisses Steve on the cheek. Steve turns his head more towards his mate, silently asking for a real kiss that Eddie happily gives. While Eddie can't wait to meet their pup he will also gladly spend long moments like this togheter with Steve, existing together and reliving some of the weight from Steve's shoulders.

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Hope you liked it :)

AO3

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 330

Y’know what? Fuck it. Omegaverse-esque Liminals and Realms. 

See the difference between being ecto-contaminated and being a liminal is the formation of a Core, however small or malformed that might be. Which is what the “secondary sex” as the living begin to refer to it as, originates from. Mostly from it being compared to a second puberty, however half jokingly. 

See, with the formation of a Core, the living start getting the equivalent of ghost hormones, start producing their own ectoplasm, yadda yadda yadda. 

But! Not all of them are the same type. There’s omegas that like to have a semi-permanent haunt that they get real territorial of, save for with younger and weaker ecto-beings. There’s alphas who are constantly wanting to move, flitting from one location to the next. There’s betas that go wherever their Fraid does, trying to keep them together and getting real aggressive towards others who try to separate them. And then there’s deltas, who are more often on the fringes of a Fraid, driven more by violence towards perceived threats and sometimes not exactly mentally stable with how strong their Obsession can get. 

The thing is that from an outsider’s perspective, especially as people begin moving out of Amity (despite the GIW’s efforts for a blackout on the city), is that they know none of this. Which means when a team of not-quite heroes pass through, they get a bit blindsided. 

Pspspsps @golden-buddle @f4nd0m-fun @gaddaboutgriffon have prompt

[artstaeus3600]

Alrighty buckle up fuckers cause imma start off with omegaverse and if you don't like that than you've been warned

Now different dimensions Danny phantom and DC, the DC universe being the omegaverse while Danny Phantom isn't, Danny gets Launched into this omegaverse DC universe while he was fighting Skulker accidentally and not being able to make portals yet is stuck for the foreseeable future, what he doesn't know is that this universe gave him a designation (pick ur choice between Alpha or Omega for drama) but he really smells like one of those two and everybody else can smell him too

While stuck in this universe nothing about him has changed besides his smell he doesn't act differently because of the designation and it's really throwing off the people that's around him and that smell him, Danny can feel emotions cause of ghosts and he can't really tone down his smell and he has no idea what a scent patch is what so ever, so he's just wandering around trying to find a natural portal or even if this universe can make a portal for him to get back to his universe, all while he's being simped over by whoever is nearby

Of course depending on which designation he got he'll probably be forced into some type of collar(of course this also depends on how you see the omegaverse cause I've seen some really restrictive ones and more lax ones)

[xxkitsuneknightxx]

Corrie shapeshifters:

Ever since the corries were used in a secret sith experiment they’ve been able to shapeshift into any animal they’ve seen.

Like imagine hound turning into a strill to play with grizzer. Fox turns into a tooka or fox for cat naps. Shiny’s having puppy piles in the barracks.

Of course CMO fracture has to be a nexu just to be able to hunt down all those medbay jumpers. Along with his fellow medics who also turn into different SW predators.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Steve drops Tony to run after Bucky. Same ole same ole.

But while Tony recruited Spider-man to assist he didn't dig to found out who he was. Just asked him to be honest if he was atleast 18.

So he doesn't know Peter is Spiderman.

Throw in some omegaverse.

Turns out Steve and Tony were together officially or not.

While in the hospital for his injuries, he finds out he is pregnant.

He tried to reach out to Steve - no answer

So here Tony is 6 months later with his private lamaze class he needs a partner aka an Alpha.

But no worries, the instructor has the PERFECT alpha to help.

Enter Peter Parker who volunteers to be a stand in Alpha for omegas.

Tony is just flabbergasted that this college kid would be doing this. Was he genuinely this good of a person or is he a creepy alpha or villian.

Peter of course tries not to be shocked about this client being Tony Stark but with all the pages of the NDA it's not surprising now.

Motor mouth Peter who explains how yes he loves to volunteer. He was a late bloomer and was for sure thought he would be an omega and took all the classes for it. But when he turned out to be an Alpha.

He spoken of how he was in an accident and so now he shoots blanks. And this is his chance it help fill a void as most omegas don't want to be with an Alpha who can't give them kids.

Tony asking if he was in sort of lab accident as a joke.

Peter brightens up.

" Funny enough I was! But... I .. signed an NDA about it. "

[iridescent-solstice]

˗ˏˋ☁️‧ ₊ ˚ 🦋 ‧ ₊ ♡ˎˊ˗

{Headcannons for an upcoming au i'm planning} Not enough people talk about Claude after he loses Ciel Phantomhive's soul to Sebastian... Especially not ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ... ໒꒰ྀི ˃  ∩∩  ˂ ꒱ྀི১

{Wolf spider!Claude X moth!reader}

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ who goes back to his claimed territory, sulking the whole way after his loss. Because for the first time in a million years H̷̬͖̻͒e̷̢̝̫͖̯̍̇̀͊ ̷̬̻́l̴͖̹̅͋ọ̴̈́s̶͇̬͔̆̈́̚͝ẗ̴̪́̎̃̿ ̴̢̧͚̜̊͠ḩ̴̛͍̰̳̂̄͐i̷̠͇̥̹̓͆́̊s̶͎͍̘͊͑̐̽ ̵̗̆̌́̿̍p̵̦͎̥̟͔̈́̾ṙ̸̺̼̉ī̶̭̻͇͉̕z̴̥̠̙̳̅̃̒e̷̹͙͋ This loss is not easy pill to swallow when he's the one, who's infamously known as the calmest and composed in any given scenario. He finds himself losing his cool. His anger, and rage causing continuous damage both around his and others territory.

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ and his presumptuous nature, overconfident and eccentric behaviour being the reason behind his biggest failure, that too to a younger demon! - A massive blow to his ego... Sebastian absolutely getting the upper hand on him once he loses his poise. A more established and esteemed demon losing in such a manor would absolutely make him a laughingstock among the inhabitants of hell... And it does. That too because of a human soul's aroma? Preposterous! Claude is absolutely seething in solitude. So, he makes up for his loss of reputation by unleashing absolute chaos onto whoever dares to even snicker at him.

The aroma of Ciel Phantomhive's soul... An aroma he had yet to ever encounter on his own adventures... Truly a noteworthy meal. He'd even applaud Sebastian if he wasn't kitten licking his bruised ego.

So, you can see why he's so perplexed when he senses the same fragrance back in hell... On a demon too... A pretty one, one lesser in status than him, but makes up with her resourcefulness. The unique skull like birthmark on your forehead, just above your adorable doe eyes, and the quiet buzzing of your wings makes him shudder in excitement. Ideas of you writhing underneath him... In his arms, as he makes you his own... Hmm exciting, no? So, like the opportunistic hunter he is, eager to win your affections he revels in the idea of a chase. Especially after one as mesmerising as you are ♡

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ who searches high and low for you, but is stumped to see you are nowhere to be found... Where he wants you to be. Only for you to walk right into the palm of his hand. Clueless as to who even has his eyes on you. You, the runt of the litter just trying to find a place to settle, and you strut right into his lair for a measly amount of nectar and honey. Once he gets his hands on you however...He will never ever let you leave his sight. You're his whether you like it or not~

"There's no use in trying to run little one, you're mine now~"

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @thefallofruins ╰➤ {ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ}

[rinrinp42]

#22 for the dialogue prompts!

I was delighted by this one, have some of Boba Adopts A Dad

22. “The children were eager to behold my blood”

Obi-Wan’s eyes darted about, taking in the lack of anyone in the hall.  He knew that the Force said there was no reason to be concerned, that Wad’e and Kal were distracting any of the Kaminii so the eyayade could be the children they were instead of the products the Kaminii wanted them to be.  And yet…

The lack of anyone was concerning.  Somehow he was quickly understanding why the Cretch Masters were so worried when their charges slipped away.  He owed so many apologies to Master Valesh…

Obi-Wan slowly walked down that hall towards one of the training rooms.  He could feel Jango and some of the eyayade there, with no overt negative feelings.  He still was apprehensive though.  Why was it so quiet?

He opened the door and blinked.  His mouth twitched.  He had to swallow his first words.

“Did I come at a bad time?” he finally asked, fighting to keep his voice even.

Jango blinked at him like a tooka who just slipped from a ledge and was pretending that was the plan the whole time.  He then glanced down at the chair he was in, the wire wrapped around him, and the squad surrounding him.

The CC’s shifted awkwardly, the one with auburn hair starting to open his mouth then closing it.

Alpha-17 on the side of the room raidiated smugness.  And was standing next to a box of…toy weapons?  Obi-Wan wasn’t sure where he even got them.  Ah wait, there was Boba mouth covered by his hands sitting on the floor next to Alpha-17.

“The children were eager to behold my blood,” Jango finally answered, “I, ah, thought you had a meeting with your friend Quinlan?”

“His last mission took an unexpected turn and has been extended,” Obi-Wan waved off, eying the box.  He didn’t want to bring up that Quinlan was in the midst of tracking the last known Sith from before they disappeared.  At least not around the children.  They may look about 10 (except for Alpha-17 who looked like a proper teenager), but they were still children.

Alpha-17 locked eyes with him and deliberately glanced down at the box.

Well.  If the surly eldest brother was inviting him, who was Obi-Wan to turn them down?

Obi-Wan stepped into the room, craning his neck to see better into the box.

Jango caught on faster than the eyayade surrounding him.

“Now cyar’ika, let’s not be hasty he-”

Obi-Wan lifted the stuffed lightsaber using the Force as sent it over to smack Jango in the face and was delighted as it lit up with a soft blue light.

The children cheered.

[alltimecharlo]

Me frothing at the mouth: MoRe! MORE!! Honestly love you and the work you’re doing. Honestly you are so right about how no one writes enough Omega Will x Alpha Mack fics. Humbly requesting something like that. Maybe them doing media and answering questions about each other after they have officially mated? Idk you choose.

thank you!!! 🥹🩵 i love your idea about a post-bond media interview hehe — fic under the cut!!

Mack’s been through a lot of media days. He’s done early-morning promos, charity shoots, feature interviews with sports networks where they make you wear suits and talk about your “journey.” He’s good at it. Quiet, polite, focused.

But this is the first time he’s done one with Will since they mated.

And he’s not okay.

Will is perched on the stool next to him, bouncing one leg and grinning at the small group of Sharks media staffers behind the camera. He’s wearing Mack’s chain, his scent is everywhere, and he’s clearly feeling himself.

“Alright,” one of the staffers says. “Let’s start with some basic questions. Just say the first name that comes to mind. Ready?”

Will leans forward. “Ready.”

Mack nods, already nervous.

“Who’s more likely to wake up early?”

“Mack,” Will says immediately, poking him in the arm. “He’s like a golden retriever. Up at dawn. Looks personally offended when I sleep in.”

“You fall back asleep after breakfast,” Mack mutters, nudging him back.

“Yeah, because you wear me out.”

Mack freezes. The room laughs.

Will just looks pleased with himself. “What? We work out together.”

The staffer clears her throat. “Okay, uh—who’s the better cook?”

Will points at Mack again. “No contest.”

Mack shrugs. “I like it.”

“He meal-preps for both of us. Labels my tupperware. He made banana bread for my mom last week.”

“She said she liked it.”

“She asked if he could marry me again, just to be sure.”

Will’s teasing, but his voice softens near the end, and Mack can’t help the way his chest tightens. His omega always says stuff like that—offhand and bold and proud—and it never stops wrecking him.

“Alright,” the staffer says, smiling. “Who’s the clingy one?”

Will raises his hand. “It’s me. I’m the problem. I would like to be held at all times.”

Mack grins, eyes still on him. “That’s not a problem.”

Will glances at him, a flicker of something softer passing between them.

The staffer flips to the next card, a little more cautious now. “Uh, okay. What’s your favorite thing about your bondmate?”

Mack opens his mouth—and then immediately closes it again.

Will watches him. Doesn’t interrupt. Just waits.

Mack exhales slowly. “He’s…” He shakes his head. “He’s the bravest person I’ve ever met. Not just on the ice—like, yeah, he’ll throw himself into a corner with a guy twice his size and chirp him the whole time—but more than that.”

Will’s teasing grin fades, his expression going still and open.

Mack goes on, voice quieter now. “He never hides who he is. Not once. He walks into a room like everyone should be lucky to know him. And he’s funny, and smart, and a pain in the ass, but he makes me feel like I’m more than just a hockey player. He makes me feel like I’m wanted.”

Will stares at him. Breathes in, slow and deep.

“Mack,” he says softly. “…you really like me a lot, huh?”

The whole room breaks into laughter. Even Mack has to duck his head, laughing with them.

Will leans over, grinning, and touches their shoulders together. “It was very sweet. You’re gonna get laid for that one.”

“Will,” Mack groans, face red.

“I mean, I was gonna jump you anyway, but now it’s confirmed.”

“I hope we cut these.”

“Oh, we’re not cutting anything,” Will says brightly.

“Alright,” the media girl says, laughing. “One last one: how did you know he was the one?”

Will turns serious faster than Mack expects.

“I didn’t,” he says. “Not all at once. I just—every time I looked at him, I felt steadier. Like I could handle anything, as long as he was there.”

Mack’s throat goes tight.

“And I’m annoying,” Will adds cheerfully. “So if he didn’t run away in the first month, I figured it was meant to be.”

Mack laughs again, a little hoarse. “I was never gonna run.”

Will looks at him, eyes bright. “I know.”

They sit in silence for a second, the air thick with the comfort of being known, of being chosen.

“Okay,” the staffer says. “That’s everything. We’re done—thank you guys so much.”

Will leans back, stretching his arms overhead. “Can we get smoothies on the way home?”

“Yeah,” Mack says automatically.

Will hops up from his stool and walks past the camera crew, ruffling Mack’s hair on the way. “I’m gonna drive. You’re in a bond-haze.”

“I am not.”

Will snorts. “You said I was brave. You’re wrecked.”

He walks out, smug and glowing.

Mack stares after him, heart pounding, scent heavy with mine.

He is, in fact, wrecked.

But he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

♡

[allthingssteddie]

When Steve was 12 years old his parents hired a gardener and the man would bring his son with him. Steve was excited because he didn’t really have someone his age around. The boy he learned his name was Eddie was shy at first and wouldn’t say a word to him but when Steve falls and bruises his knee Eddie immediately pushes the house keeper away from Steve and bandages him up. From that day they would be inseparable. As they grow closer he notices bruises on Eddie and In the safety of Steve's room , he would tend to Eddie's wounds. "Does it hurt?"

Eddie nodded, voice trembling. "Yeah, but am used to it.” Steve was angry by that he wanted to hurt Eddie’s dad . One day, Steve saw Eddie's dad strike him, Steve bit his hand. Horrified, he froze. And Eddie takes his hand telling him to come with him. They both sprinted towards the treehouse in the woods, escaping Eddie's dad's wrath. Breathless, they collapsed onto the wooden planks. Eddie trembled, knowing his dad wouldn't hesitate to hurt Steve. Eddie's trembling hands clasped Steve's, his eyes wide with fear. "Steve, I—"

Steve's grip tightened. "I won't let him hurt you eds . Ever."

Eddie's voice barely whispered. "I won't let him hurt you either, Stevie."

Their hands intertwined, a promise sealed. Steve's determined gaze met Eddie's, and for a moment, the world outside faded. Until they heard yelling coming from the distance. Their intertwined hands tightened as Steve's dad yelled.

"Steven! What's this I'm hearing? You biting the help? Get your ass down here now!"

Fear flashed through Steve and Eddie's eyes.

"Eddie," Steve whispered urgently.

Eddie's panicked He leaned in, sinking his teeth into Steve's throat.

Steve gasped holding on to his bleeding neck.

Sealing their fate, Eddie whispered, "Whatever happens, I'll alway be with you."

Tears streamed down Eddie's face as he kissed Steve's cheek.

Together, they steeled themselves and descended the ladder.

Side note I was thinking they wouldn’t see eachother untill dustin introduced them to each other in Eddie’s senior year. Also it would be like weird for them because they had this mate out there but didn’t have any contact with each other and Steve parents made sure he was home schooled. And would have to approve of his friends. So he was always sheltered.

[darkdragon768]

He blew it up because he felt attacked on his pride and not, like, revenging his bro or something. Nooo, he would never do that!

Anyway, happy Halloween everybody!

[the-angst-chronicles-fanworks]

Omega Eddie always hates having to take his bedding and nesting material to the laundromat after his heats. It’s not just embarrassing, the looks he gets from the Alphas that are in there sometimes puts him on edge.

When Steve and Eddie start hanging out and Steve finds out about this, he of course offers for Eddie to bring the stuff over to his place and do it there.

But it’s not just good intentions, Steve really wants to smell the slick-soaked sheets as Eddie drags them to the laundry room, and see the pretty pink flush on his cheeks. And from time to time if Eddie has to leave his stuff in the wash and leave, and Steve goes to retrieve an item so he can bury his nose into it and jerk off… well, who’s the wiser?

Eddie kind of has an inkling, think. Not to the extent of what Steve’s doing… but, well, he gets the same look and smell of those Alphas at the laundromat. It’s Steve, though, so Eddie’s more than okay with it. He’s had a thing for Steve for a while. But he assumes it’s just an Alpha reaction to omega slick, not that Steve has a thing for him specifically.

Still, the idea of Steve getting horny because of Eddie is hot as shit. So maybe Eddie “accidentally” drops a pair of slick-soaked briefs for Steve to find here and there, or gets himself just worked up enough before visiting Steve for Steve to smell it on him.

It drives Steve absolutely crazy. He’s jerked off more since he’s met Eddie than in the rest of his life, probably. Soon, Steve starts coating shit in his scent for Eddie to put in his nest, because the idea is Eddie being surrounded by his scent while working himself through his heat gets Steve all worked up too.

Until eventually Steve starts leaving his clothes and stuff coated in his scent with Eddie even when Eddie’s not in heat. (Eddie absolutely uses them to get himself off sometimes). And Eddie returns the favour, leaving stuff over at Steve’s place too. Way more than just normal pack scenting on both their parts.

At some point, the party just start assuming they’ve gotten into a relationship because they smell like each other literally all the time. They don’t even realize until Robin congratulates them on their one-year, and they’re like… “oh” . Because yeah, they’ve been leaving their scent all over each other for a while, to the point where anyone smelling them would think “taken”.

So they finally get on the same page and then go to Eddie’s trailer and have the sloppiest anniversary sex. And then do it again the next day in Steve’s bed while Eddie’s sheets are in the wash.