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ABO tarlos tk in heat? if its smthing youd be ok with?
This one was kinda difficult for me since I don’t know much about ABO. (Also spring semester started Wednesday and is already kicking my ass). I hope you enjoy it anyway :)
Read on ao3 here
911 Lone Star OmegaVerse
This is a brief introduction post to the AU! To those not yet familiar with how I do AUs on this blog, I accept prompts for it via ask box, which will be most if not all of the content produced for it. So if you like my AUs, remember to send prompts for them!
- The major focus of this AU will be Tarlos, Pack Dynamics, and TK healing from his various traumas.
- Roles are as follows:
Alphas: Owen Strand, Carlos Reyes, Michelle Blake, Marjan Marwani, Grace Ryder
Betas: Mateo Chavez, Paul Strickland
Omegas: TK Strand, Judd Ryder
- To be completely honest, TK has been through some shit. Besides cheating on him, Alex was emotionally abusive. He often insulted, berated, gaslit, and belittled TK during their relationship, but TK felt like he deserved it and that was the best he’d ever get. That is, until he brought up bonding and Alex said he didn’t want that with him.
- TK also has a lot of trauma regarding his given name and abandonment issues. His mother had... issues, and frequently tried to sell or mate him off when he was a child. At the age of thirteen, she sold him to an older Alpha, who he was with for six hours before he was rescued. He has never told anyone what happened during those six hours, but it’s what pushed him into drugs and his first suicide attempt
- Carlos tends to be a pretty lax Alpha, compared to others, but his protective instincts come out like crazy around TK because he’s not only in love with him, but he knows how much he’s suffered and he just wants him to be happy.
- In terms of the pack structure, Judd and TK are the only Omegas, which means they tend to be kind of... protected, if that makes sense. The others are instinctively more reluctant to send them into danger. But Judd is always headstrong and they’ve come to accept that about him, while TK is a wild card liable to get injured at any given point.
- Marjan is the “Pack Alpha” and she acts like it. Owen likes to think he’s the Pack Alpha. Marjan has definitely put him in his place about it.
- Grace and Marjan have a liiiiittle bit of a thing because they’re both strong, confidant Alphas intent on caring for their packs and while Grace and Judd are mated and happy, there’s a little bit of tension with her and Marjan. Judd knows it. He’s not interested in Marjan like that, but it doesn’t bother him that his Alpha is. He’s secure in their love and if Marjan will make her happy too, he’s not going to get in the way! There’s plenty of Grace to go around.
- Paul is always the first one to call the others out for being too... dynamic oriented, if that makes sense. When Michelle is posturing and dropping scent, or TK uses his status as an Omega to get his way, or when Marjan and Owen butt heads- he’s there to be like “hey can we act like people?”
- Carlos and TK have hooked up twice, and it’s a huge show of trust from TK to let himself be vulnerable around an Alpha after all that he’s been through. Although there’s nothing of Carlos’ in his nest, he does have the clothes he was wearing when they had sex tucked among the blankets and pillows
Anywhom that’s a lot of information for now so please send asks/prompts about it because I’m excited to write for this AU!
hello! I love your abo!ls series so far and if you’re still taking prompts for it, what about tk getting a visit- or even just a call or text from either his ex or his mum that really upsets him and carlos being extra caring and protective over him and as much as tk wants to pretend that he doesn’t want or need it, he can’t deny how nice it feels to be cared for or the way that carlos makes everything feel safe and better again?
At the beginning of his recovery, TK’s dad fields all the questions and texts from his mother. As much as they both hate her, she’s still his mom and they had to tell her he was shot (or so Owen said), even though he’s fine. Or on his way to it, anyways.
It’s been three weeks before she texts his personal cell, setting off an innocuous ding that TK doesn’t think much of when he picks up his phone. It’s probably Carlos checking in, or Judd offering dinner again, or his dad making sure TK took the meds laid out for him on the counter. It’s nothing to worry about, he thinks, until the unsaved number says that she wants to talk to him. And his lack of an immediate response earns a second text, this one demanding and angry.
He doesn’t know how long it takes for someone to check on him.
After he reads the message, his mind just... it just goes blank, empty, trying to protect him from the memories of everything she did to him, and the Alpha she sold him to did. If he can’t think, he can’t remember. It’s survival. The next thing he knows, Judd, Owen and Carlos are in front of him, Owen cupping his face and trying to get his attention. His voice sounds like it’s coming from underwater.
Judd tries next, holding him against his firm chest and not saying a word. He smells safe and warm. Like the rest of the 126, like ash, like bergamot, like pack. Like home. Sure it helps somewhat, but it’s still not enough, and he still can’t breathe, and his mind is still a white, empty space that he can’t reclaim.
It’s Carlos who picks him up and tucks TK’s face against the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around him and croons softly. It should upset him. He doesn’t like the way so many Alphas, including his ex, feel so entitled to his time and scent. They do this to control him. To keep him complacent. But Carlos is actually calming him down, making him feel nice and safe and protected.
“His mother texted,” his dad says gently. “Did he tell you-”
“It doesn’t matter,” Carlos interrupts, and presses his lips to TK’s temple.
He’s safe.
I'd just love to see as much protective Carlos as possible. Tk usually probably hates overprotective alphas or alphas who act too much on their instincts but with Carlos he generally likes being protected by him, Carlos makes him feel safe (it could be an issue at one point though)
By this point, TK has gotten somewhat used to the attention he gets. It’s not strange, and it’s gotten less scary, for the most part. He doesn’t cower from an Alpha’s appraising gaze when he’s not hidden beneath his gear. He’s better than that. But there are moments when it’s too much, like standing at a scene helping with crowd control while a reporter tries to chat him up.
“I’m just saying,” the reporter drawls, leaning against the caution tape heavily, “you don’t belong out here, getting filthy. Let me take you home, huh?”
He doesn’t bother to respond. Most of the time, it’s easier not to. They get bored, they wander off, and he can do his job or go about his business without dealing with them.
“Hey, don’t ignore me.”
TK keeps his eyes forward, arms outstretched to hold back the pulsing crowd. Don’t respond, the Alpha will get bored. It’s a well-practiced response, all but trained into him by now.
“You little fucking-”
There’s an instant where a hand lashes forward, reaching for his throat, vulnerable and uncovered by the coat, and TK takes a deep breath. He can fight the man off, certainly, but he knows he’ll need the air to do it. Except the hand never makes contact. Instead, it’s caught by Carlos, face set in a cold way and body so stiff. He smells different, too. Angry. Dominant. Claiming. If it was aimed at him, TK would struggle not to cower.
“Don’t even think about it,” Carlos growls.
And the man leaves, jerking out of the grip with a mutter TK can’t hear anymore. He’s safer now, but he also knows he could have handled this himself, and there’s a part of him that burns at being treated as helpless. A helpless Omega is a victim waiting to happen. TK isn’t helpless. He won’t allow himself to be.
“Don’t come near me again.”
He pushes past Carlos in search of any other place to be.
Maybe when Tk and Carlos fight about what ever (could be a little thing) Marjan could step up and be protective over Tk because she doesn't want him to get hurt and she hates seeing him upset
It’s stupid, honestly. TK hates that he’s this angry, and knows rationally that it wasn’t that big of a deal, but he can’t get past Carlos’ expectation that he wasn’t able to fight his own battles. Carlos assumed he couldn’t defend himself. He made him helpless. And now TK can’t seem to push through the rage that burns white hot every time he thinks about it- and possibly something else, although he would rather not identify it.
He pretends not to notice when Carlos stops by the station during his shift the following day. Like he was thinking the night before- don’t react, the Alpha will get bored, and he can move on. It’s fine. He tells himself over and over that it’s fine, even if the rising agitation in his scent has Marjan and Paul glancing over.
“Hey,” Carlos says as he approaches. His voice is so soft. Careful. TK hates it. “I wanted to come by and say I’m sorry for-”
“Don’t come near me.”
Hurt flashes across Carlos’ face, turns acrid in his scent, but TK ignores it just as he ignores everything else. It isn’t safe to let his guard down.
“Listen, TK-”
“Leave me alone.”
Although Carlos doesn’t say another word, he doesn’t back away, and the next thing TK knows, Marjan is beside him. She’s a matronly figure, a sweet woman who makes him feel safe. The one Alpha besides his father he knows would never hurt him or let him near someone who would.
“He said to leave him alone, officer,” Marjan says sternly. Not angry. Not dominant. Just stern. “I suggest you leave.”
For a moment, it seems like Carlos is going to argue, but he merely hangs his head like a beaten dog and leaves.
More 911 LS omegaverse!! Owen being a good dad (in this economy?!) to his baby pls. Maybe beating up some alpha who won’t leave poor TK alone on the job?
At some point, TK is going to lose his patience with the way everyone treats him like a child. They don’t act this way with Judd, that’s for sure. He just doesn’t get it. The more it happens, the more he wants to just scream at all of them until they act like people again instead of whatever strange protectiveness and condescension they all have toward him.
But just this once, he can handle their worry, because he’s trying very hard not to panic himself. He thought he was fine, leaning just a little further than he should on the ladder to reach the last child trapped in the building. Just one level too high, one foot out of his reach. Now he’s stuck, clinging to a ledge, trying to stay still before he falls, even with sweat dripping down his face and the flames above licking closer.
“Stay calm and hang on, TK, we’re gonna put down a cushion,” his radio crackles. Judd. He can’t touch his radio to respond without losing his grip. He’s trying to stay calm, but he’s going to fall, and the child is still crying above him. Once they get the cushion up, she can jump to safety as well. “It’s just gonna be a couple minutes. Just breathe, buddy.”
The commotion starts below him, and he has the stupid urge to look down. His father is scuffling with a reporter who snuck into the fray, hand over their camera lens. From this distance, he can’t make out the words, but it’s not pleasant looking. And it’s a long way down if he can’t hold on long enough for the cushion to be put down.
“It’s safe now. Let go, TK.”
He looks up at the frightened little girl, ash on her face, crying. “Jump,” he tells her. “You gotta jump, sweetheart.”
She’s in more danger than him, closer to the fire. She listens, and she screams as she falls, but he hears her hit the cushion, followed by Judd on his radio again. “Okay, fine. She’s alright. Get down, now.”
TK lets go of the ledge, and the moment he spends free-falling is both the scariest and most exhilarating few seconds of his entire life. Then he hits the cushion, which actually hurts his chest. His lungs crumple, all the air knocked out of him, but then there are hands on his arms to haul him off of it.
“Can you hear me?”
He looks up at his father, who’s holding his right side. Marjan is on the left, checking him over with assessing eyes. TK manages a nod. His breath hasn’t quite returned.
“Are you okay?”
He nods again and falls into a tight embrace, allowing himself the chance to feel safe again with both feet on the ground.
if it ain’t too much trouble, omgTK and his nest and first heat after moving in w carlos? ;)
It’s not like this is TK’s first heat with Carlos. They’ve shared a couple, but it’s been at TK’s house, in TK’s nest, and he’s been completely safe and relaxed. His dad stayed in a motel for a few days to give them privacy. It wasn’t as familiar as New York had been, but it was still what he knew and understood.
Being at Carlos’ house is different. He’s still getting used to having his nest in a new place that smells and feels different when his body decides that he’s been too stressed lately, so he needs to get some dick and calm the fuck down. It’s more complicated than that, Carlos would say if he voiced it, but that’s pretty much how it feels when TK’s mind starts to go fuzzy with it.
“I’ve got you,” Carlos murmurs against his neck, bringing him back to reality. “Deep breath.”
Carlos guides him to his new nest, in the bedroom closet, and gives him a moment to settle in the blankets and clothes. It doesn’t smell quite the same. The walls, the carpet aren’t the same. But it’s still the scent of his pack and his Alpha, and Carlos gently climbs on top of him to kiss him and remind him he’s safe before the heat overpowers his mind and his senses.
He bares his throat for attention and sighs at the relief of Carlos kissing his scent glands and grooming away the scent of the outside world. He reminds himself that he’s safe here. Even if it’s not what he’s used to.
Unfortunately, as his heat barrels toward full force, the discomfort becomes too much to ignore. He wants to be home. Not here, not at his dad’s house, but home. The home he had in New York because even if things weren’t great, his nest was safer than anything else in the world. This just isn’t the same.
“Go away,” he tells Carlos, and curls up on his side. Maybe if he’s alone like before, it’ll be better. “I wanna be alone.”
Although he hesitates, Carlos stands up and looks at his own feet. “I’ll be just in the bedroom, okay? I have the next few days off for your heat. Let me... let me know if you change your mind.”
Abo!ls au established relationship tarlos? I love your AUs so much!
In an ideal world, Carlos would be able to keep anyone from ever hurting TK or making him uncomfortable again. The weirdo who was harassing him at a call all those months ago, and condescending bargoers who think they have a right to TK’s attention. But the world doesn’t work like that, and he can only do so much when he overhears another table making comments about how TK’s ass looks in those jeans. It’s not right.
“Babe, pay attention to me!”
He looks up at TK’s pout and resists the urge to lean over the table and kiss it away. “Sorry, I’m just...” hating everyone else in this bar. “...distracted tonight. Really, I am sorry. Where were we?”
TK smiles. He has such a stunning smile, and the light in his eyes that has slowly come back in the time Carlos has known him is like the sunrise every time. He’s beautiful. And when he tilts his head to the side just a little, pressing his finger tips against one of his scent glands to release a wash of the beautiful, intoxicating, perfect-
“Hey there, gorgeous.”
One of the sleazeballs who was talking about TK has made his way over, now leaning over the table with his face way too close to TK, who quickly backs away and wrinkles his nose.
“Can I help you?”
“Couldn’t help but notice such a beautiful Omega sitting here, all by yourself.”
Carlos clears his throat.
“You need something buddy?” the man sneers.
“I’m gonna need you to leave.”
TK looks between him and Carlos, looking a little too amused for the situation. Just a couple months ago, he would have been angry at Carlos for so much as glaring at the guy. Now he seems almost... happy.
“Why should I listen to you?”
He stands up to his full height and rolls back his shoulders before reaching for his badge. Carlos knows he’s intimidating, and add that to being on APD? It’s not that hard to have the guy scrambling away, leaving the two of them alone again. TK takes a sip of his water with his eyebrows raised.
“I could’ve taken care of him, you know.” He tilts his head again and bites his lip. “But thank you.”
“You’re not mad?”
He laughs just a little, such a sweet sound. “I just... I know it’s not that you think I can’t handle it. You’re- I know you did that because you care about me.”
More than anything, Carlos wants to say, but instead he leans over the table and kisses TK, wondering if the two of them will wind up going home together once again tonight.
