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Lay Me Down for vkdemon

Lay me Down for vkdemon

Teen Wolf Fandom; Omega!Stiles/Beta!Derek, Stiles/Alpha!Lydia (mentioned)

Non-canon AU

Possible triggers: kidnapping, imprisonment, non/dub-con because of heat

"It’s just the heat talking," Derek replies, holding Stiles away as best he can without hurting him. "It would be taking advantage."

"We’re already kidnapped and locked in a basement away from the partner I chose. Don’t make me go through this heat with nothing to satisfy me. Please, Derek!"

Not that Derek has a lot of experience being around people in heat, but he thinks Stiles shouldn’t be as eloquent as he’s being. Maybe the slobbering lunatic out of their mind is just an omega stereotype. Apparently, though, the desperation for sex isn’t just a stereotype.

Derek can’t help when his body responds. He smells the pheromones pouring off Stiles like rain in a storm. He may be a beta, but he has remnant instincts just the same. If he can just get Stiles to the other end of the room, Derek may weather the onset. “We don’t have any protection.”

"Do I look like I care?" Stiles groans and reaches out with his free hand, pushing himself along the ground toward Derek with his feet. "I will fucking hold you down and ride you if I need to."

"I’m stronger than you. I won’t let you." Derek scrambles away from Stiles, but he feels his resolve crumbling at the hitch in Stiles’ breath.

In the next breath, Stiles starts to sob. His voice is broken and almost weak. “Please?”

Stiles sounds like he’s in so much pain, Derek wants to cry. He knows what everyone knows – omegas need human contact. An omega denied a mate during too many consecutive heats can go crazy. That’s why in school, Derek and his classmates were taught to call for help if they came across an omega in heat.

Derek’s not a service alpha to be called on in an emergency. He’s not even an alpha. He’s a beta, and while his touch could help Stiles through this, it’s not right. Derek doesn’t even have a knot.

Of course there are plenty of omegas who chose to be with betas they fall in love with, but the old adage is true. Only an Alpha can give an Omega what she needs.

So Derek holds it together, keeping himself as far away from Stiles as he can get. Derek holds on, until he smells blood. Nostrils flaring at the scent, Derek looks up.

Stiles has one hand buried in his ass, his loosened pants hiding most of the act from view. Stiles’ other hand clenches his shoulder and neck, his fingernails digging into the skin.

"Stop it!" Derek cries as he crosses the room, pulling Stiles’ hand away from his body. "Stiles! You’re hurting yourself."

"I can’t do this!" Stiles shakes and uses both hands to grab onto Derek. "Please? I’ve never been through a heat alone. I can’t do it! My skin hurts! Everything hurts.” Stiles gives a broken-off sob.

This close up, Stiles smells amazing, like wet and wanting. Derek’s as hard as a rock. It’s the humanitarian thing to do, right? Stiles is in so much pain. Derek would only be helping. These are extenuating circumstances, after all.

"Once," Derek says, running his hand across Stiles’ back and to his far hip. "I’ll help you once."

The noise Stiles makes as he arches into Derek’s touch fills the space around them. Stiles’ hands fumble at Derek’s jeans until Derek bats them away, finishing the job for him.

Derek barely has his own jeans down before Stiles has one hand on Derek’s cock, lining it up and sinking down onto it. “Oh!” Stiles moans low in his throat. “God, that’s the stuff. Fuck, you’re bigger than Lydia!”

Through clenched teeth, Derek says, “Thanks?”

It’s been a long time since Derek was with anyone, but the fact is, he’s never been with an omega male before. It feels different. Still hot and wet, but smoother and deeper. As Stiles lifts up and then grinds down, Derek gasps. He thinks he can feel Stiles’ cervix, but his cock doesn’t run into it so much as glide past.

Kate always hated the way Derek’s dick hit her cervix when they fucked. It was one of the reasons she used to convince him to bottom for her all the time.

Derek pushes thoughts about Kate out if his head, instead focusing on Stiles. Stiles needs to come in order to satisfy the heat. Derek pushes up into Stiles and grabs Stiles’ cock, stroking it.

Stiles grinds his hips down with a shout muffled against Derek’s shoulder, and comes. Stiles’ body clamps down on Derek’s cock, wringing a surprised orgasm out of him.

"Fuck, yeah," Stiles mutters, almost like he’s talking to himself. "Come in me. Fucking knot me. Need you, Lyd–” Stiles stops talking, biting his lips together.

Derek doesn’t have a knot. As his cock softens, it slips from Stiles’ ass. Stiles whines and grinds down, chasing after it.

"No," Stiles whines, reaching down between them and fisting Derek’s extremely over-sensitive cock. "Please! I need so much more!”

"I can’t," Derek growls, grabbing Stiles’ wrist and prying his hand away. Derek pins both of Stiles’ wrists at the small of his back. Breathless, he insists, "I need time to recover. So do you!"

"I don’t!" Stiles grinds down on Derek’s thigh. "I need to be filled. I need you to knot me."

Teeth clenched in frustration, because despite how much it aches, Derek’s cock twitches and starts to refill with blood, Derek says, “I’m a beta, remember? I don’t have a knot!”

Stiles’ voice gets low and mean as he arches his body closer to Derek’s. “Then use your fingers and fake it, dumbass! Don’t you know anything about omegas?”

"No! I’ve only been with betas." Derek doesn’t admit to his relationship with an alpha. He knows how weird and gross he is for falling in love with Kate. He doesn’t need to hear it from Stiles.

Stiles stares at Derek for a moment – his eyes must be adjusting to the dark, because he’s looking at Derek’s face, rather than over his shoulder – and then says, “This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

Derek starts to apologize, even though he’s certain he’s done nothing wrong, save let a strange omega in heat seduce him. He doesn’t get a word out before Stiles speaks again.

"Well, except for the time my mom died. That was pretty rough."

Derek throws his head back against the wall behind him. “Fine. We’ll try once more. Just once!”

"Yeah, totally," Stiles agrees, pressing his lips to Derek’s and licking through the seam to get to Derek’s tongue.

Derek feels his cock stirring back to life, and most of the sensitivity has faded. He lets go of Stiles’ hands so he can hold onto Stiles’ hips. Stiles grabs Derek by the jaw, tilting his head and making the kiss go deeper, dirtier. Derek sighs into the kiss and resigns himself to helping Stiles through this as best he can.

Laura always did say Derek could never resist coming to someone’s rescue.

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Not An Idiot (for Acly-Gleek-Girl)

Kevin snorts. "Yeah, fat lot of good it did us."

Sam shrugged, "We still have eighteen volumes. There's bound to be something in one of them."

Kevin sighed and picked up Volume Seven. "I suppose you're right."

Sam went back to scanning the page on Cotoname to see if there were any symbols or phonemes he could trace back. They didn't talk for almost an hour, until Sam stood up and stretched. "I'm going to make some coffee. You want some?"

Kevin glanced up. "Yeah." then added, "Can you bring me some oreos while you're up?"

Sam frowned slightly at the uncharacteristic request, but said, "Sure."

Sam came back with a mug of coffee in each hand, one of which had a small plate stacked with oreos balanced on top of it. Sam carefully set the mug with the plate of cookies on it in front of Kevin. Kevin looked up from his reading and grinned. "Thanks." He bit into one of the cookies and hummed appreciatively. "My heats definitely coming up."

Sam, who had just taken a sip of his own coffee, almost did a spit-take, but managed to swallow. "Right. So, do you want to hole up here? I mean, the doors all lock from the inside, and we have bottled water and granola bars, which you should probably stock your room with, I mean I have good self-control, but it's...I mean we could easily get you a room at the motel in town, if you'd rather go there, and we have plenty tampons for after, and you an use Dean's toys of you want, but i guess that's kind of gross, and I know they sell some basic stuff at..."

"Dude, chill." said Kevin, holding up his hand, and Sam trailed off. Kevin rolled his eyes. "I meant coming up in like a week, not right now. Overreact much?"

Sam rubbed the back of his head ruefully. "Sorry. Dean just never told me about his heats until the last possible minute, and sometimes not even then."

Kevin shrugged and snatched up another oreo. "Don't worry about it. I always get really bad PHS*, so I can feel my heats coming. Craving sweets is just the beginning." He set the plate of cookies aside and took a sip of coffee before leaning over Volume Seven again, scanning the pages for any possible connections to Elomite. Sam went back to his volume as well, and neither of them spoke for a while.

After a half and hour more of reading revealed that there was nothing to help him in Volume Six, Sam closed it and set it aside, heading over to the bookshelf to grab Volumes Eight through Eleven and bring them back to the table. When Kevin saw this, he stood up himself and began gathering up Volumes One through Three to put back on the shelf. Sam frowned. "You don't need to do that."

Kevin rolled his eyes. "I needed to stretch, and it's better if we don't let the table get too cluttered." When the books were back on the shelf, he came back to the table, where Sam had set Volume Eight open and was looking through the first language. he sat back down and went back to Volume Seven. After a minute he said, "Have you ever helped Dean through one of his heats?"

Sam blinked in surprise and blushed. "He's my brother. I mean, I was always there for him, helped keep other Alphas away, brought him water, stuff like that, and there was that one time in Arkansas, but even then...we've never...not like you're thinking of. He's my brother."

"Sorry I asked," said Kevin, "I just..." He trailed off.

"It's alright." said Sam. "I just...I don't want you to stress out over your heat."

Kevin looked down at the pages. "Maybe we should not talk about this until we've figured out the tablet."

Sam nodded. "Alright." They went back to researching, neither of them speaking for a few hours, and only getting up to fetch more coffee or go to the bathroom. At one point, Sam said, "I'm going to try calling professor Morrison. He's an expert on this sort of thing."

Kevin looked up from Volume Eighteen and said, "Hopefully he'll have more luck than we've been having," before looking back at the text on Nottoway syntax.

After about ten minutes, Sam came back into the room from where he'd ducked out into the hallway to make the call and said, "Well that was a bust. Apparently, the professor is taking a sabbatical in Papua New Guinea and can't be reached."

"Damn," said Kevin and went back to reading. A few hours after that, they'd gotten to Volume Twenty-Four and still hadn't found anything. Sam shut Volume Twenty-Three and began gathering up the volumes that they'd already gone through while Kevin read the last Volume. Kevin scowled. "I'm an idiot. I should have kept trying to get it into English, found another way around the block."

Sam, patted his shoulder. "You're not an idiot." he said. Just them, Sam's cell rang. He glanced down at the caller ID. "It's Dean. I'll see if he has any suggestions."

Kevin sighed. "You do that."

Sam patted his shoulder and repeated, "You're not an idiot," before slipping away to answer the call.

*A note on biology. PHS stands for Pre-Heat Syndrome, and is very similar to PMS, which is experienced by women in our universe and Alpha and Beta women in this universe, only Omega's have heats before they menstruate, so it's called PHS instead. 

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Beginnings (A Mystrade Fic) - For capitainetipthecabbie

Greg swore. Sherlock had come to the crime scene in pre-heart, driving half his Alphas mad. John had been called and the man dragged off home. The case was simple though and Greg was fuming as he called the elder Holmes.

"Do you have any idea what your idiot brother has done!?"

Mycroft's voice was smooth as he answered, "Given the date, I'm going to assume he appeared at a crime scene in less than a presentable state."

"Now see here, Mycroft he can't just be- wait, you keep up with his heats?" Greg spluttered.

"Of course I do. There was a time I had to have him protected, remember?"

Greg huffed. "Damn it, you and John need to get a grip on that man." His voice grew louder in his car the closer he got to his flat, shouting Mycroft down about it all.

Mycroft let the words flow out until he'd had enough and in that deep, commanding Alpha tone merely said, "Gregory."

The DI nearly swerved off the road. He made a strangled sound into the bluetooth device he was wearing.

Mycroft's voice was gentle, though still had the undercurrent of Alpha command to it. "My office, a half hour."

The phone went silent, the call ended... Greg swore loudly.

Mycroft knew he was an Omega.

(More to come, keep an eye out!)

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How to Get His Attention - for pterawaters

Ship: Alpha!Kurt/Omega!Puck

Warnings: Fluuuuuuff.  So much fluff.

This wasn't working. Puck had done everything! He had finished his neighbor's laundry by changing it to the dry cycle in the apartment laundry room. He had been chastised for drying a sweater.... how else do you dry things but in a dryer?

Then he tried to take out the trash for his Alpha neighbor. Who started shrieking he was putting the recycling in the trash. Puck huffed.... it was trash! How was he supposed tot know the Alpha had a color coding system. 

And finally he tried to reserve the Alpha's favorite parking spot by putting his motorcycle in the space so no one would get it..... but he forgot and the Alpha cussed his way up the stairs damning all two-wheeled death machines and their hair-disaster owners. 

Puck was about ready to give up on the pretty Alpha. And then his motorcycle gave a sickening lurch. Oh no... no no baby come on! He couldn't lose his bike. There was no way he was going to be able to afford another one and buy the suppressants for his heat in three days. He kicked his bike, growling deep in his throat as he raged. 

"It's not fucking fair! I go a good job but they are gunna fire me for because that Beta asshole hates me and I can never get a fucking Alpha to take care of me and I can't even do shit right so just! FUCK!" His hand impacted the wall.

"Sounds like you have a transmission issue." The pretty Alpha, lithe and long and hard eyes that were so in control got out of the car beside him. "Let me take a look."

Puck backed away, standing in awe of the man who had mot paid any attention now swooping in to take care of his baby. Puck bristled. "I can take care of myself!"

"I'm sure you can, my father was a mechanic. I have experience." The Alpha's voice was smooth melody soothing over his bristled nerves. "You need a new one. Do you need a ride somewhere? I'm off work."

"I gotta get to my job."

"Hop in. I'm Kurt by the way. And an Alpha, before you ask."

"I know. I'm Puck." Puck frowned at how fast the assumption came. "I'm been trying to get you to notice me for weeks."

"Notice you? Whatever for?"

"I'm... I'm a fucking omega okay? And you're hot and... whatever. We could try it out and I was trying to help."

Kurt giggled, his hand covering his mouth as he drove Puck toward his job. "Is that what you were doing? I thought you were just a bully Alpha who was trying to make be leave the apartment not an omega trying to tend to me.... I really don't need that sort of thing. I clean my own apartment, do my own laundry."

"Fix your own car. Doesn't would you need anything from me." Puck was not pouting. He was brooding.

"I might, if you stopped showing me what you think I want and start showing me you."

Kurt pulled up to the sex shop Puck worked stock room for. "Tomorrow, 7pm, diner at my apartment."

"Sure."

As Kurt pulled away Puck shouted in delight and wiggled. Hell yes, pretty Alpha was going to date him..... 

What would he wear.... SHIT.

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Fighting to Breathe (You Don't Have to Fight So Hard) - for maadskittlez29

Sam had never really believed he’d be an omega. No one knew what they’d be, of course, but everyone had a guess, an expectation. Sometimes it was the family with those expectations – Dad hadn’t been all that great with the fact that Dean had presented as a beta, but at least he was an a-beta, a beta that established their position and fought to keep it. He wasn’t a pushover like a b-beta, destined to be the perfect, never-flinching second in command. No, a-betas could easily out-alpha lower-ranked alphas, like b-alphas or o-alphas. Dean never went toe-to-toe with dad, who was only a b-alpha, even though technically he could have. Instead, he remained a good beta, someone who looked out for Sam while Sam went to school, someone who managed Dad and Sam as best he could. While Dad had always wanted Dean to be an alpha, Sam had known his older brother. Dean was always going to be a beta.

  Now for Sam, it was much different.

  Sam couldn’t stop arguing. He couldn’t stop asking his father to make their lives better, questioning their Dad’s decisions, hating the fact that Dad, as an alpha, expected to be able to snap his fingers and they could be out of the city within five minutes. He fought tooth and nail with Dad. So yes, he’d never believed he’d be an omega. Not with his personality.

Thankfully, his first inkling of what he might be had been in a controlled situation. He presented very late – most children presented their gender orientation by the time they hit eighth grade, but Sam was well into tenth grade before he became aware of what he was. And it wasn’t even a real heat, not really – it was a pseudo-heat, brought on as a sympathy heat from one of his closest friends. There were a few non-gendered students in the upper grades, and generally they hung out with the omegas because alphas took pleasure in teasing the non-gendered and betas, for the most part, wouldn’t risk any social capital by associating with non-gendered students. Omegas, however, were always desirable and their actions always forgivable, so it was at the omegas’ table one late October afternoon that Sam realized Thomas was entering his heat cycle.

  Heat cycles, of course, granted automatic exemption from school. When omegas got older, they were expected to deal with the early and late part of the heat cycle, but in school omegas could get a pass from the nurse and go home for the day. An omega in heat made alphas ten times more aggressive, shut down the rational parts of their brain, and triggered protective instincts in betas in a ridiculous amount while also obscuring the thought process. Heat cycles also, once they hit the middle part, were painful for omegas without something to fuck them through the cycle, and so omegas generally found an alpha or beta they wanted to have fuck them for the twelve to twenty-four hour period of intense need they went through in the middle, or they satisfied themselves with a wide range of toys and kept themselves busy. Hollywood and popular culture insisted that omegas needed an alpha’s knot to survive the heat, but in reality the omega’s body just needed to be sure it was being bred – which could be done in any number of ways, really.

  None of that particularly mattered at the moment, beyond the fact that Thomas was entering his heat cycle and was clearly aware of it, as he began to shift uncomfortably.

  Sam, tall enough to be taken as a senior even though he was only a sophomore, stood up. “You want me to escort you to the nurse’s office?” he asked quietly.

  Thomas nodded, smiling, and the two of them exited the lunch room to raucous shouts and lewd suggestions from the student body.

  “Fucking knot-heads,” Thomas muttered, clutching at Sam’s arm and trying to discreetly rub his nose and cheek against Sam’s shoulder.

  Sam chuckled. “They’re just jealous because you didn’t pick them to see you through your heat.”

  “Yeah,” Thomas sighed, forehead resting against Sam’s shoulder. “Fuck. I think it’s because I’ve had Jenny over at my house for this project. Our heats are starting to sync. It wasn’t supposed to come until this evening; I wouldn’t have come to school to deal with these morons otherwise.” Thomas smiled up at Sam. “You’ve got the muscle mass to protect me, at least.”

  Sam flushed – compliments still threw him, he knew – and continued to remain flushed even when he entered the nurse’s office and the nurse’s assistance took one look at Thomas and took him into the back.

  Coming back, the assistant eyed Sam closely. “You’re non-gendered, yeah?”

  Sam nodded, not sure why his gut was starting to cramp a bit. He hadn’t eaten anything off, not that he knew of.

  “Well, it’s rare, but sometimes non-gendered are simply genders that didn’t present at twelve or thirteen like most other people. I think you’re presenting now. Certainly, you’re exhibiting the tells that I would diagnose as pre-heat symptoms.”

  “Heat?” Sam asked, confused.

  The assistant came over – a beta, but one of the a-betas, someone who everyone preferred to the actual nurse (an a-alpha who was overbearing and always positive she was right even when she wasn’t, and would berate and humiliate you if you argued with her) – and reached a hand up to the back of Sam’s neck, gently gripping it and pulling Sam’s head down to the junction of his neck.

  Sam breathed in deep and it seemed like the assistant smelled of safety, of security. Of warmth and happiness and sex and he blinked and stepped away.

  The assistant let him do so, smiling wryly. “Yeah, I think you’re presenting, Winchester,” he said. “Let’s call your father and get him to take you home.”

  “But – I mean it’s not – it’s not like what other omegas describe,” Sam said, confused.

  “Well, if there’s a lot of stress in your life, your heat can be very light. You won’t have that intense period of needing to be bred, but you’ll be irritable and clingy in turns. Your pheromones wouldn’t trigger a lot of aggression or protection in the alphas and betas around you but they would still be able to scent it.” The assistant paused in the middle of looking up Sam’s parental information. “Come to think of it, first heats can be light, and some omegas never have more than a light heat. Just as some omegas can have very long and intense heats, you know. I’d peg you for an a-omega, because you certainly don’t submit like an o-omega or content yourself with second place, like a b-omega, but your gender orientation rarely has anything to do with how intense your heats are. That’s normally biology and environmental factors.” Pulling out Sam’s file, he flipped open the folder and began to dial.

  “Oh – can you call my brother? He works closer than my dad, and can normally grab fifteen minutes from the garage to pick me up,” Sam said quickly. “Dad’s work isn’t that flexible.”

  Obligingly, the assistant dialed Sam’s brother while gesturing for Sam to take a seat next to Thomas in the back.

  As he sat down, Thomas – who had been lying down, eyes closed, breathing deeply in and out – tilted his head over at Sam and grinned. “So, omega after all?”

  “Yeah, I guess,” Sam said, shaking his head. He knew Dean wouldn’t care, and would bring Sam home and proceed to hover over him, even buy him all the sex toys most omegas used while winking and making Sam blush a brilliant red.

  Dad, though…

  Sam wasn’t looking forward to telling Dad.

 *~*~*~*

(my monthly gifts are going to be all set in the same ‘verse, and each one will be a new installment of the same story. I intend to take this in a Sabriel direction, but if you end up reblogging or commenting on this post, let me know if you mind this being AU! I’d love to write Sam going to college and meeting Gabriel there. If you’d rather it stick to established canon, that’s also fine; I have an alternative plot beyond the college AU one.)

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First Heat (for OuterCorner)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: PG (not even much swearing)

Pairing: pre-Harry/Draco

The scent hit Harry like a truck, and for a second he thought it was himself. It didn’t take long to realize that he wasn’t experiencing any Heat symptoms, though. Continuing down the hall, he was surprised at who he found curling in on himself with a whine.

“No no no no,” he was chanting weakly.

Harry approached slowly and finally cleared his throat. “M-Malfoy?” he whispered.

The blond Omega, whom Harry never would have guessed was such, jumped, looking up with wide, wild eyes.

“Bollocks,” he hissed, recognizing Harry through the onset of his heat.

“Do you need some—?”

“No!” Malfoy snapped. “I bloody well don’t need any help!”

“Alright, no need to…” Harry sighed. He couldn’t blame him for his reaction. He would probably react much the same way in this position. “You shouldn’t be in the halls like this. There are plenty of Alphas on the grounds, older than us, who wouldn’t think twice of taking advantage of a fourth-year Omega in Heat.”

Malfoy moaned pitifully. “This can’t be happening. This is all a dream. A nightmare.”

Harry didn’t mean to assume, but he had met Lucius Malfoy before, and he imagined that the man didn’t think very highly of Omegas.

“Let’s get you to Madam Pomfrey, Malfoy. She can get you a suppressant potion later, when this is over. But for now, you need to be in isolation.”

Malfoy glared at him for a moment, until some aspect of his Heat, possibly his first, made him double over with a whine. “Oh, alright,” he sighed. “Let’s go.”

Harry held his hand out and took Malfoy’s. The blond shuddered a little, which Harry knew was because his skin was overly sensitive in this state. Harry helped him to his feet and started to lead him to the Infirmary.

Malfoy was pressed somewhat close to Harry’s side, another effect of the Heat, and glancing around, watching for anyone that might see them. “I suppose you’ll be having a grand laugh with all your Gryffindor friends about this later on.”

Harry looked at him in surprise. “No,” he said. “This is private. And as much as we might generally enjoy imagining you in horrid situations, this isn’t something to make fun of.” Aside from that, Ron still wasn’t talking to him and Hermione was an Alpha and there were just things Omegas didn’t share like that.

Malfoy snorted in disbelief, but walked closer to Harry, nuzzling his cheek against Harry’s shoulder. “You’re scent marking,” Harry said quietly. Malfoy jerked away, face hot red.

“I was doing no such thing!” he hissed. Harry rolled his eyes.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ve done it to Ron and Hermione a couple of times. It’s just instinct.”

“Yes, well, those are your friends! You and your touchy-feely Gryffindor friends. I’m above such baseness.”

“Sure, Malfoy,” Harry sighed, not wanting to argue any further. They walked silently for a few more minutes, somehow not running into any other students, and finally reached the Infirmary. “Here you are,” Harry said.

Malfoy let go and stepped away. He looked at the door and then the floor before forcing a terse “Thank. You.” through gritted teeth. Then he disappeared inside and Harry made his way back to his dormitory.

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Deep into That Darkness for vkdemon

Teen Wolf Fandom; Omega!Stiles/Alpha!Lydia (mentioned), Stiles/Beta!Derek (implied)

Non-canon AU

Possible triggers: kidnapping, imprisonment, non/dub-con because of heat

Stiles woke with a start, his heart beating like a drum, despite his brain feeling foggy and his mouth tasting like hangover. His heart only beat faster when he realized how dark and cold it was, and that he had no idea of his location. The floor felt hard, like cement, and the wall at his back felt rough. Brick. The air smelled damp and a little musty, but otherwise clean, which Stiles didn't find very comforting.

Before Stiles could explore any further, he heard a noise from across the pitch black room. The shuffling noise reminded Stiles of someone stirring from sleep. He almost called out for Lydia, before he realized it might not be her. It could be whatever psychotic asshole put him here in the first place.

Holding his breath, Stiles tried to stay as still as possible. Maybe the other person didn't know he was here.

Except holding his breath for very long was impossible, with the way Stiles' head swam and the way his fingers trembled, despite the way he desperately urged them to stay still. Fucking stay still, damn it! You're going to get me killed!

"Hey," a man's voice said, and Stiles let out his breath before taking back the air in a gasp. The man shuffled closer to Stiles. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

"How-how do I know that?" Stiles asked, backing away from the voice, one hand on the wall. He didn't have shoes on, and the cold from the floor seeped up through his socks and into his ice-block feet. "Just because I'm an omega doesn't mean you can do whatever you want to me. I know my rights!"

A loud huff came from closer than Stiles would have guessed, making him gasp with surprise. Stiles fell backward onto his ass and scrambled away from the voice as best he could. "I'm not going to hurt you, idiot, but if you keep doing that, you might hurt yourself."

"Well, what am I supposed to think?" Stiles snapped, getting himself more or less upright. "Last thing I remember, I was getting my morning coffee, and now I'm somewhere dark and cold with a voice I don't know. Excuse me for being a little protective of my own well being."

The voice huffed again, but didn't respond. Footsteps backed away from Stiles and settled a good distance away.

After a few minutes, Stiles felt another panic attack coming on, fueled by fear of where he was and what was going on. Gasping for breath, Stiles said, "Okay, I need you to talk to me, dude. What's your name? Where are we? Can we go somewhere else or turn on a light or something? Anything, because I think I'm gonna–"

"Derek," the man said, his steps shuffling closer, but thankfully not too close. "We're in a basement or a cellar. I can't break the door at the top of the stairs. And I think I saw a candle or something around here. Let me look."

"Wait, you can see down here?" Stiles asked, keeping his hand on the wall as he got to his feet and started following the voice. Devoting himself to finding a candle seemed like a better idea than freaking out over the fact that he was essentially trapped underground.

Derek rummaged around for a few seconds before answering, "I've been down here a long time."

"How long?"

"Not sure," he said. "At least a couple of weeks."

Stiles got a little closer to Derek, still far enough away that he could probably scramble back if he needed to. "Why?"

Derek grunted and something scraped against something else. "Here. I'm going to hand you a lighter and a candle."

"Can't you just light it?" Stiles had to fight the urge to back away when Derek's footsteps came closer. A burning-warm hand closed around one of Stiles' and pressed a piece of plastic into his hand. Stiles turned it around until it felt like a lighter. He flicked the wheel down a few times until the flame came to light. He held it out. "Here. Light the candle, dude."

Derek didn't move, except to push something against Stiles' shoulder. It was a long tapered candle. "Just. You do it."

Stiles grabbed it and held up the lighter so he could see Derek's face. He couldn't see much except the profile of a heavily-stubbled man with his eyes clenched tightly closed. Weird. At least he didn't look like a zombie or a mutant or something. In fact, he was maybe even pretty good looking, but it was hard to tell without much light.

Stiles lit the candle and let the lighter go out, giving it a second to cool before stashing it in his jeans pocket. He held up the candle and looked around. It really did look like a basement, with brick walls, a concrete floor, and a few supporting pillars in the middle of the room. Other than a rickety-looking desk and a folding chair, there was a couple of buckets, a stack of water bottles, and a stack of cans, which on closer inspection were all tuna. "What, are we supposed to die of mercury poisoning?"

Derek gave a noncommittal grunt. He still had one hand up, shading his face from the candlelight, and Stiles thought he caught a weird, blue reflection in Derek's eyes, but it must have just been his eyes playing tricks on him in the low light.

Stiles walked around the rest of the room, pausing at the stairs. Derek said he wasn't able to bust open that door up there, but maybe he was actually one of Stiles' captors and was lying. Since he would have kicked himself for not trying, Stiles took the stairs two at a time and tried the doorknob. He found it locked and the strongest kick he could give without falling down the stairs didn't move the door either.

Great. Just, great.

Stiles mopped a little bit of sweat from his brow. Either one flight of stairs was enough to wind him or, "Did it suddenly get warmer in here?"

Stiles rambled back down the stairs, one hand holding the candle and the other on the railing. As he reached the bottom, Stiles thought he heard Derek taking a few sharp breaths. Sniffing the air?

"Kid? Um..." Derek left his question hanging and Stiles realized he'd forgotten, in his kidnap-induced panic, to introduce himself.

"Stiles," he supplied, taking a few steps toward Derek. Derek stepped back in turn. "What? What's wrong? Is there a giant spider behind me?" Stiles turned around, and found nothing there, despite the lingering tingle on the back of his neck. God, and the sweat in his armpits. Jesus. It didn't even look like there was a furnace down here.

"You're an omega." Derek said, like he was surprised by the fact.

Bristling, Stiles replied, "Yeah. What of it? Just because I'm an omega, I'm supposed to be all cowering and submissive?"

"No, it's not–" Derek huffed, sounding almost frustrated. Stiles got closer again and saw that Derek looked like he might have some muscle under his long-sleeved shirt. "You smell like you're going into heat."

"No!" Stiles insisted. "I've got, like, three or four more days at least." Except Stiles shifted his hips and felt that tell-tale wetness in his briefs. "Oh, fuck. How long have I been here?"

Derek shrugged, the hollows of his throat going darker in the candlelight. "Down here with me? Close to a day, I think. They drugged you."

"Yeah, no shit," Stiles said, realizing the last thing he remembered: that his coffee tasted a little funny. "God damn it. Shit, Lydia's going to kill me!"

"Your alpha?" Derek asked, his tone more condescending than comforting.

Stiles sneered at him and switched the candle into his other hand to shake off the hot wax that landed on the first. "My fiancee, thank you very much. So keep your greedy alpha paws off me."

"I'm not an alpha," Derek said, holding up his hands and taking a step back. "I'll control myself."

Stiles took another look at Derek. "You bulk up like that on purpose? Make you look more like an alpha?"

Derek frowned down at one shoulder. "No. It's genetic. And I like to be healthy!"

"Okay, mister Alpha's Fitness subscriber." Oh, god. Stiles felt the heat really starting to come on. His ass felt even wetter and it began to throb in time with his anxious heart beat. Usually his pills held back the severity of the symptoms, and he and Lydia just had sex a few times in one night and called it good. If Stiles hadn't been taking his pills for the past few days. "Shit, shit, shit. I need my alpha!"

Snorting a laugh, Derek said, "Oh, now she's your alpha? I thought she was your fiancee."

"Fuck you, dude," Stiles replied, cursing when another drop of hot wax hit his hand. "Just because I have different instincts doesn't mean I'm not a person." Stiles winced again, this time at a cramp. He breathed through it, and came out the other side panting. His mouth watered and his nipples felt like his shirt was rubbing them raw. God, and his insides were starting to get that empty, lonely feeling. "Ohhhh, fuck."

"I'll stay over in this corner," Derek said, his voice moving further away as he spoke, "and you stay over in that one. We'll ride it out. Pretend I'm your brother."

"Derek," Stiles croaked, setting down the candle. It went out with a sputter and Stiles sat down hard, trying to control his limbs. "Derek, the closest thing I have to a brother is my best friend, and he was my alpha during heats until Lydia came along. Maybe pick a different analogy, hey?"

"Talk to me," Derek insisted, which surprised Stiles into looking up. He couldn't see through the darkness, but he could sort of tell which direction Derek's voice came from and imagine him sitting over there. "Tell me about any enemies you might have. Who would want to kidnap you?"

"I don't know!" Stiles cried. "I'm a freaking librarian! The only people who hate librarians are teenagers!"

"Well, I doubt it's random."

Stiles scoffed. "How could you know that?" He wiped the sweat from his brow onto the shoulder of his sweatshirt.

"Because I know exactly what Gerard Argent wants from me."

"Argent?" Stiles croaked, trying to ignore the way it felt when he wiggled his ass against the ground. "Ohh, that makes sense. Lydia's prosecuting Gerard Argent's racketeering and murder case. I'm freaking collateral."

"Lydia must have some pull with law enforcement." Derek made a shuffling noise and his voice was closer when he spoke again. "They'll find us soon."

"Well, yeah. And my dad is Beacon County Sheriff." Stiles sighed. "But do you know how long it took them to get enough evidence on Argent? It took flipping his son and this giant sting operation! Rumor is the Argents have hideouts all over the woods, all over the city. They'll never find us."

"Hey," Derek said, and this time his voice was much closer. "Keep it together."

When Derek touched Stiles, his relatively-cool hand brushing Stiles' fingers, that was all it took for Stiles' heat to flare the rest of the way into life. "Oh, big mistake," Stiles gasped, scrambling over to Derek and climbing into what felt like his lap. Stiles took a deep breath of Derek's scent and rolled his hips down against Derek's. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to touch an omega in heat?"

"Stop that," Derek said, his hands pushing hard at Stiles' hips until he completely separated himself from Stiles' grasp. "Don't make me tie you up."

"Ooh, but with what?" Stiles gave a rueful laugh. "And jesus, could you have bigger muscles? I'll believe you're not an alpha when I feel your dick with no knot."

Derek growled, and it was an inhuman enough sound that Stiles' libido cooled just enough to keep him from launching himself forward again. "If I was an alpha, your scent would be overwhelming. I'd have you halfway to coming by now."

"Ohhh," Stiles groaned, slipping one hand into his pants. "You suck at this, you know that? You're supposed to be making me want you less."

"It's a gift."

A snort of laughter interrupted the way Stiles drew his hand over his cock, tugging on it, even though he really needed to be filled. "This is not going to end well."

Derek fell silent for a long time and Stiles tried to ride his hand through this first wave of heat. Eventually, Stiles thought he heard Derek say, "Nothing in my life ever does."

Stiles chalked up the comment as an hallucination brought on by heat and too much sensory deprivation. Surviving hower long it took the Sheriff to find them was going to take more than a few bottles of water and a couple cans of tuna. Stiles needed sex. He needed it so badly his teeth ached with it, and yet somehow Derek sat apart from Stiles, not touching him.

"You need to touch me."

"Not yet," Derek said, growling again. "Not fucking yet."

Stiles keened and came clenching around his fingers.

To be continued…

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Not a Jerk (For Acey-Gleek-Girl)

Supernatural Fandom PreAlpha!Sam/Omega!Keven

Timeline: early season 9 (Spoilers!)

possible triggers: Sexism, Awkward Conversations

Kevin Tran had a habit of trying to overwork himself. This worried Sam, because Sam liked the young prophet in both a brotherly way and in a possibly-more-than-brotherly-but-everyone-he-ever-ends-up-with-dies-and-he-can't-sort-his-feelings-out-until-after-they-deal-with-the-angel-problem-and-the-world-isn't-in-danger way. Because of this, Sam was trying to make sure that Kevin did not give in to his overworking tendencies, especially now that they were living under the same roof. When Sam saw that Kevin had been staring at the angel tablet for sixteen hours straight, glancing away only occasionally to take notes, he decided that enough was enough. He had seen how inept Kevin was at self care when he got too into his translations, and he wouldn't let the young omega get as far gone as he was back on the house boat.

Sam approached Kevin where he was sitting at one of the tables in the main library, and waited until he turned aside to jot down some note before clearing his throat loudly. Kevin looked up and frowned, "What?"

Sam took a deep breath. "Look, Kevin, I know you want to figure out how to undo Medatron's spell. And I want that too. But you have to take care of yourself."

Kevin ran his fingers over the tablet. "I am taking care of myself. But I almost have this next part down. It's just angel biology, but..."

"Kevin," Sam cut him off. "When was the last time you left the bunker?"

Kevin looked nonplussed. "A week, maybe. Why?"

Sam frowned. "That can't be good for you. You need fresh air. Why don't you come on a supply run with me? Dean wanted me to pick up a few things, and you could use the break." When Kevin glanced down at the tablet, Sam continued, "It will still be here when you get back. And the break from staring at it might help you think."

Kevin sighed and stood up, stretching. "I guess you're right."

Ten minutes later, the two of them were in the Impala together, on the road into downtown Lebanon. Kevin stared out the window. "You know, my mother used to say that one of the most dangerous things I could do was end up alone in a car with an Alpha." He chuckled wryly. "She had no idea what was out there."

Sam sighed. "Back when I was at Stanford, I knew what was out there. Or at least some of it. And when I first decided to become a lawyer, my plan was to help hunters get out of legal tight spots. But then...ten Omega's were raped on Campus my first year. I just couldn't...Only three perpetrators were caught, and one was let off the hook because the girl was in heat. If I'd gone to law school..."

Kevin rolled his eyes. "I know the statistics, but dude, you stopped the Apocalypse. Saved the world. Plus, lawyers can't prevent Alphas from being rapist assholes." He glanced sideways at Sam. "No offense." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headrest. "Why are we even talking about this?"

Sam shrugged. "I guess I just...I never told Dean that. He always resented being an Omega, but he could take care of himself, beat up anyone who tried to do anything. I wanted, I wanted to tell someone, and you mentioned what your mother said. I'm sorry. I shouldn't push my crap on you. You've got enough to worry about."

Kevin shrugged. "Did you know Jimmy Carter was the only Omega president ever? I used to want to be president, to be the first Asian-American president. There was this guy in my history class in 7th grade who said that the only reason Jimmy Carter was a bad president was because he was an Omega. I wanted to prove him wrong too. But then I became a Prophet of the Lord instead."

They pulled into the parking lot of Ladow's Supermarket. Kevin shot a questioning glance at Sam, who shrugged. "Dean wants real food, so he can cook." Sam laughed. "I never imagined Dean would be the domestic one." He opened his door and stepped out of the car. "I mean, he is an Omega but...we spent our whole childhood living on the road, and I was the one who wanted to settle down. Dean always reveled in life on the road, the adventure of it, the new Beta girls in every town. He always did better with new schools than I did."

Kevin followed him into the store. Sam grabbed a basket and asked Sam, "So what are we getting?"

Sam reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "Whatever's on Dean's list." After a moment, he added, "Is there anything you want?"

Kevin frowned. "Anything I want?"

Sam shrugged. "Yeah. Any kind of snack food, or whatever. You have to eat whatever we get, so you should get a say in it."

Kevin snorted. "Dude, I lived off hot dogs and coffee for weeks. I think I can handle whatever you get."

Sam glanced sideways at him. "You shouldn't have to just handle it. The bunker is our home, and it's home for the foreseeable future. The least we can do is make sure you have food you like."

Kevin smiled just a tiny bit. "I'll tell you if I think of anything. What's on the list?"

Sam glanced down at it and read, "Butter, flour, sugar, eggs, backing soda, backing powder, unsweetened chocolate, semi-sweet chocolate, heavy cream, vanilla extract, pecans, light corn syrup, condensed milk, key limes, apples, cinnamon, nutmeg, Cayenne pepper, carrots, potatoes, onions, lettuce, tomatoes, ground beef, pepper jack cheese, hamburger rolls, bacon, stew beef, bouillon cubes, beer, bread, beef jerky, coffee, tampons, whiskey, painkillers, salt." He grabbed a second basket and handed it to Kevin. "We'll have to go to a liquor store for the beer and whiskey, but I think we can get everything else here."

Kevin raised on eyebrow. "Tampons?"

Sam shrugged. "Dean's probably not going into heat or anything. He just has a thing about always having tampons."

They walked around the entire store. In the cookie aisle, Kevin picked out a pack of Oreos, saying that they reminded him of his childhood. Sam smiled slightly. They managed to get everything except the whiskey and beer. The baskets weren't big enough, so Sam carried the meat in one hand, and Kevin had the eggs and a variety pack of tampons tucked under his arm. Despite the fact that Sam had tried to put only lighter things in Kevin's basket, the younger man needed both hands to carry it. 

They cut through the cereal aisle to make their way back to the registers, and walked right passed a couple of Alpha teenagers browsing the selection. When they caught a whiff of Kevin's scent, they all turned to look at him. One whistled. Another said, "Damn, that's a fine piece of ass."

Kevin blushed and looked away. One of the Alphas laughed. "What's the matter sweetheart, feeling shy?"

Sam spun around and glared at them. "Leave him alone."

One of the Alphas grinned lazily. "My mistake. You should put a collar on your Omega, so everyone knows he's claimed."

Sam scowled. "He's a person, not a dog."

Another alpha snorted. "He's an omega bitch. Same difference."

Sam wheeled around to face him, knuckles white. "Say that again."

The Alphas must have seen Sam's intent, because they started to splay out into a formation, blocking the aisle, and tensing themselves for a fight. Kevin elbowed Sam. "Sam, dude, it's not worth it. Let's get out of here."

Sam glared at the Alphas for half a second more, then spun around and headed away from them, toward the registers, Kevin trailing behind. "Pussy," one of them called after him. "Yeah you better run," said another. Sam ignored them.

Luckily, it was the middle of the afternoon, so the shop was relatively quiet, and there was a free cashier. They came to the counter and set their stuff down. The girl behind the counter, and friendly looking Beta, saw the tampons and winced sympathetically. "That time of the month?"

Kevin shook his head. "Nah. We're getting them for his brother."

"Oh." She said. "Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed."

Kevin shrugged. "It's alright." Sam didn't say anything. The total ended up being a couple hundred dollars, and Sam whipped out one of the fake cards in his wallet to pay, glancing at the name so he'd know who to sign as. He managed a smile for the cashier as she wished them a nice day, and took almost all of the bags. The bagger, and older Alpha woman, gave Kevin a wink as he walked by, grabbing the last few bags. Kevin rolled his eyes and ignored her.

When they got back to the car, and loaded the groceries in. Sam sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel a little too tight. "You shouldn't have had to deal with that."

Kevin shrugged. "Alphas are jerks."

Sam frowned, glanced at him, nodded, then turned the key to start the car. "I guess we are."

Kevin rolled his eyes. "You're not a jerk Sam."

Somehow, that made Sam feel warm and fuzzy. he tried not to let it show.Kevin gave him a small, sly smile, like he knew the effect those simple words had on Sam, but didn't say anything. They sat in companionable silence as Sam drove.

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Some prompts/ideas for omegaverse fics

A pregnant omega wakes up and has to pee, but their alpha is hugging them too tightly and they don't want to wake up their alpha.

An alpha giving a pregnant omega a backrub.

A touch of period angst.  Bad cramps?  Omega gets their period out and about with no pads in sight?

How about some pregnancy angst? 

A slice of life fic that shows us the world of the omegaverse.

First mating/bonding

How about a coffeeshop AU with a cute omega barista and a frustrated alpha standing in line.

Pornstar AU in which your omega is an up and coming pornstar, and the alpha is a porn vetran. Their first time working together, how hot is it?

Student/Teacher AU

Soulmate AU in which your soulmate's name is written on your wrist.

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Potion (for Acey-Gleek-Girl)

Harry Potter Fandom, Alpha!Hermione/Omega!Ron

Possible Triggers- pregnancy angst

Ron stared at the roots as he chopped them into thin slices, just like his mother taught him. Normally, he wouldn't be the one making a potion like this, because Hermione was the one who was good at making potions. Actually, Hermione was the one who was good at everything. But his gorgeous Alpha was at a fundraising event for werewolf rights or something like that, he hadn't paid much attention,and she couldn't know about this. Not until Ron was sure. She would be back soon, he knew, which meant that he'd have to work quickly.

He remembered in their fourth year of Hogwarts, when he'd gone through heat and she'd noticed afterward, and asked if he was alright.She always noticed. The resulting discussion had strayed to the potion he was making now, and Hermione had been fascinated, because it was a small part of the wizarding world she hadn't heard of yet. Ron tried not to resent her too much for it. His own mother, an omega herself, had showed him how to brew it when he was seven and Charlie had gone into his first heat. Hermione had told him about the muggle method, which involved special sticks that you had to pee on, which he thought was gross. She'd shrugged and said that muggles got along as best they could without magic. That had been two weeks before the first challenge, when he still wasn't talking to Harry, and it was the first time that he thought that maybe he could be the right one for him. He'd tried to rid himself of the thought, which had only delayed the inevitable.

He carefully slid the roots into the small cauldron. They were the last ingredient to go in. Then he stirred the potion clockwise three times, to match the three times she always pecked him before she pulled out. Next he stirred the potion two times counter-clockwise. There were two spots, behind her right ear and just underneath her left knew, slightly to the right, that always drove Hermione wild. The last step was to wait for the potion to be completely still, like waiting for Hermione to stop shaking as she rode out her orgasm. Then he somothered the flames he'd lit underneath the cauldron,  tapped potion once with his wand and the process was complete.

Ron thought about standing up and going to the cabinet to get a goblet, but instead simply picked up his wand and called out "Accio goblet." His mother would chew him out for using magic for such a simple task, but he was tired, and she wasn't there to see anyway. The cabinet burst open with a bang as a goblet flew out and right into Ron's outstretched hand. Ron sighed, and took the ladle he had been using to stir, then filled the goblet up. The test itself was simple: soak his finger in the goblet for half a minute, which seemed like an eternity, for the color to change from the swirling blue. Every time he'd seen anyone in his family take the test, it had turned a milky white. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see that color now.

He stared at the bright pink potion in the cup. He wasn't sure what to do. Hermione had always found babies adorable, but they hadn't talked about having children of their own. Did Hermione want children? Would she want to bear them herself, the way her Beta mother had? Would she be mad at him? He really didn't want her to be mad at him. She was smart and beautiful and way too good for a man like him. What if this was the last straw and she moved on? They were bonded, but she would be okay. He wouldn't be, but what did that matter? What had he done to deserve someone like Hermione? He was a good guy, but she was exceptional. There was also their life to consider. He'd just gotten the job as an auror, and the Auror's Office had a notoriously bad maternity leave program. Hermione said it was one of the things she hated about the ministry, but Ron hadn't thought about it. Until he was pregnant. He needed the job too; there was no way Hermione could make enough money on her won to support them. Hell, neither of them could. Which would mean he'd have to go back to work, spend long hours tracking dark wizards all over who knows where while his child was all alone. He wanted to bury his nose his Hermione's shoulder and drink in her calming Alpha scent, but she wasn't here, and if she was here, then he'd have to tell her, and he wasn't sure he wanted to, because she might not want his child, and he already felt warm and fuzzy inside thinking about their tiny redhead child, with the bright spark of intelligence in her eyes, despite everything.

Ron might have spent hours sitting there, cross legged, back to the wall, staring at the pink potion in the goblet, or it might have been only a few minutes. The only thing that shook him out of his thoughts was a loud popping noise. He looked up, and there was Hermione, who looked stunning in her dark red dress robes, with her hair done up, and a singles strand falling to frame her face. He almost cried at the beauty of her.

Hermione glanced around spotted Ron on the floor, and was about to say something, when she spotted the look on his face, and the bright pink potion in the goblet, and put two and two together. Ron looked up at her and licked his lips. "I should have..." She didn't let him finish his sentence as she bent down and kissed him gently. He reached up and grabbed her shoulder, deepening the kiss. After a minute, Hermione pulled back, ignoring Ron's whine of protest, and kicked off her shoes, before holding her hand out to Ron, who grabbed it like a life line. She pulled him up and said, "Alright. We're having his conversation somewhere more comfortable.

She led him to the couch in the other room, and he kept nuzzling her neck, drinking in her scent. She sighed and rubbed the back of your head as she walked. "Honestly, Ronald" she said, but there was no real bite to her voice. She fell back into the couch and threw her around Ron's neck. He leaned his head on her shoulder. "Alright, let's talk. You're pregnant."

"Uh, Yeah," said Ron. He hesitated. "You're not mad are you?"

She shook her head. "Honestly. Why would you think I was mad?"

He shrugged. "I donno. You never said you wanted kids. And I figured maybe if you did, you'd want to be the one to carry them."

Hermione shook her head. "I'm happy. I wasn't thinking of children, but honestly, this will be wonderful." She kissed his forehead. "So do you have a plan?"

Ron looked at her like she was crazy, "Plan? Have the baby, of course."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I meant, are you going to keep working afterwards, an if so, what are you going to do about the child when your at work? and what about names? and Godparents?"

"Blimey Hermione! This baby isn't going to be born until next year." He looked up at her wide-eyed. 

Hermione huffed. "why did I marry such an idiot." But then she smiled, and Brought her lips to Ron's, and they kissed, and wrapped their arms around each other. Now that she took the time to really scent him, she could smell the pregnancy on him. She smiled. "You smell good." Ron just smirked and kissed her again.

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Untitled ficlet for Roxashighwind

Just a short little ficlet.  Trigger Warning for bad period cramps.

Isaac perused the omega health aisle in the grocery store.  He was antsy to get back home to the dorm but he still had a few things on his list.  Stiles was having a wicked bad period and Isaac needed to pick his roommate up a few things.  He scanned the twenty million pad choices and grabbed the ones Stiles always used.  Isaac favored the thicker ones himself but Stiles always went for the ultra-thins.  Isaac grabbed a bottle of Midol and headed for the candy aisle.

Two bags of peanut butter M&Ms and some Swedish Fish later, he grabbed some chips and soda on the way out. 

The check-out guy was a beta who sneered at him when he rang up the pads and Midol.  Isaac used all of his height and glared the man down.  He hated guys like that who made omegas feel like less just for being omegas.  Isaac finished at the grocery store and headed back to the dorm.

Isaac and Stiles had been rooming together since freshman year.  They had wanted to room in a triple with Scott but their college was traditional about alphas with alphas and omegas with omegas.  So Scott and Lydia had wound up rooming together and were doing okay with the arrangement.

When Isaac got back to the dorm, Stiles was doubled over in a ball on his bed.

"Cramps any better?"

"Worse."

"The Midol express has arrived."

"You are my Lord and Savior."

Stiles popped three Midol in his mouth and swallowed them with the soda Isaac had bought.  

"Would you like a back rub?" Isaac offered.

"God yes," Stiles agreed.  He rolled over on his belly, and Isaac began to rub Stiles' back over his shirt.  Concentrating, Isaac pulled out Stiles' pain.

"Sneaky werewolf."

"You complaining?"

"Not at all."

Isaac rubbed Stiles' back a little longer then snuggled in close so they were practically spooning.

"Are you stealth werewolf snuggling me?"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Absolutely not."

"Good."

They laid there for the rest of the night.

*****

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