(Also yes I'm throwing stuff at you that's kinda gnawing on my mind rn 😂
Also also yes I'm writing most of these ideas myself - or at least intend to 😂)
I’ve not spent a lot of time thinking about Chris being turned, and even less about him being an alpha werewolf, but there is certainly plenty to think about!
One of the things I think about right away is the fact that Chris wasn’t raised to be a leader, he was raised to be a soldier. He was raised to answer orders without question, to believe in the mission, to ignore anything he sees that doesn’t fit the narrative he’s been given. So it’s interesting to think about him as an alpha wolf with those alpha urges to build a pack.
I feel like I can’t fully trust myself in how I view Chris, because he’s probably the character I project onto the most. I grew up in a cult, so I tend to think about the aspect of him being raised in a certain belief system and then having that turned on its head. So this could be me projecting, but I do think that Chris thought he was doing the right thing, or at the very least, he did a pretty good job of convincing himself that he did. He learned early and often that asking questions and having doubts was frowned upon, if not deadly, so he refused to see anything that made him unsure of the black and white world he’d accepted as truth.
It’s interesting to think about the ways him being turned would flip that even faster and more intensely maybe. I also think whether or not he got turned before Victoria died would make a big difference. If she was alive, would she have convinced him to end his life like she did her own? Would she have even given him a choice?
If she was already dead, I have zero doubt that he would have done everything in his power to stay alive for Allison. Personally, I’m most interested in thinking about the idea in my head where his dad and sister are hellbent on killing him, so he ends up having to rely on the ragtag McCall/Hale pack to save him. Good lord. I’d have way too much fun tormenting…basically everyone in that scenario 😂 (one could also do all kinds of shippy things with it, if they so desired)
Anyway, I feel like there are so many directions someone could go with alpha Chris, and thank you for making me think about it more! It’s fun to put the blorbos on the spin cycle and just rattle them around for awhile sometimes.
Alpha!Chris Evans during heat? I'm going on my period and I need some a/b/o rn.
In Heat
Warnings: SMUT, a/b/o dynamic, talks of claiming, language
Masterlist
A/n: No comment.
Chris is obviously going to make it a point to know exactly when your heats will hit.
Seriously, he has it marked on a calendar in red sharpie
He brought you a heating pad for your pre-heat because he doesn’t want you to be in anymore pain than you have to be
But the moment you beg for him, it’s like a switch flips and he disregards literally everything else, just to knot you.
Always asks before entering your nest because he’s a good fucking alpha and knows how to respect something like that.
Your nest is the most comfortable thing in the world, and Chris is always picking up small things here and there to add, (after he scents them, of course)
To him, your scent is 10x more heavenly than it usually is (mainly because it’s 10x more potent) and will sometimes steal a pillow from your nest if he goes away for filming.
Will literally cum to just the scent of your pillow when he’s away from you, because it’s the closest thing he can get to you.
Will take care of you while you’re in the haze of your heat, normally you’re too weak to eat and take care of yourself, so he does it fore you. He’ll bathe you, feed you, give you water, you name it.
Aftercare king, honestly.
He’ll just hold you and purr, making you jelly in his arms as he plays with your hair.
Will stay right by your side until your heat is over.
Okay so now here comes the smut.
He’ll fuck you like a maniac.
Super possessive and controlling, it’s almost scary.
Won’t tolerate questioning. Because then he’ll just fuck you harder.
Will scent you while he’s pounding you, and occasionally lick your claim mark.
The first time he bit you was a moment you two will cherish for the rest of your life TBH.
He was so deep inside you, touching parts you didn’t even know you had inside you, and when his eyes met yours, he let out a dominant growl before leaning down and leaving a long lick to your neck before biting down. Hard.
And you came. Hard.
Chris would never hurt you, but he is rough, which is why he swears to be a good alpha and take care of you.
Hi!! Love your work so much, it’s amazing 💕💕 if you’re still taking requests maybe could we see some more of the chreon fertility centre stuff? Only if you want to tho 💖
Summary: Alpha!Chris (from The Martian) helps you through the labor of your pup. It’s my first time writing something in the A/B/O universe so please be gentle and don’t expect too much lol.
Somehow 600 of you decided my weirdness is fun to follow so I’m writing a series with six installments to commemorate this milestone, cuz why not? Thank you for following and being part of this community with me. I really do enjoy being on here and being insane with each and every one of you. This is the third installment of the series!
Word Count: 1406…
Warnings: Labor and birth (have i been listening and watching too many podcasts and videos on motherhood and childbirth? probably, but here goes.) Also tons of fluff!
A/N: Really trying out some writing and stuff. Feedback is always appreciated.Continuing with the dad!Bucky theme just cuz I love it.
Chris knew it was coming even before it began.
It was his intuition that made him such a good doctor and probably part of the reason why he was chosen to go into space. Those intergalactic voyaging days are behind him now, having married and settled down. He thought the allure of space would forever haunt him but after meeting you, he quickly realized the entirety of his universe is contained in the love you have for one another.
Only a few weeks after the wedding, Chris began to notice a subtle shift in your scent, barely there and unnoticeable to the untrained nose. A rosy texture forged with your usual lavender aroma that you either weren’t aware of or chose not to address.
“Do you smell that?” he asked you, after a week, when the smell had persisted. You were both getting ready for work; as professors at the same university, you took one car every morning and parted ways at the entrance with a quick kiss -- him, ambling off the the sciences and you to the humanities (Chris never expected to fall in love with the wordy philosophy professor, but life is good at throwing curve balls at him).
“Smell what?” you had answered incredulously.
The pieces suddenly clicked in your alpha’s mind -- “We need to see your doctor.”
Now, nine months out from that day, Chris could tell your pup’s arrival was fast approaching. Better than anyone else, he could see the minute changes in your body, ones that you even barely registered sometimes in the face of all the other discomforts of pregnancy.
You stubbornly refused to take a year-long sabbatical, teaching through your first two trimesters before hunkering down and agreeing to take a break from teaching and continue your research from home. When you finally sent in your request for leave, Chris felt a sense of relief wash over him. It brought him a sense of security to know you were in the safety and comfort of your own home, rather than walking around a large university campus, dealing with the stress of students and grading.
While he continued teaching, the leniency of the job allowed him to spend a lot of time by your side, caring and watching over you like the protective alpha he is. Although it annoyed you at first, eventually you relented to Chris’ protective ways, staying mostly in the house, leaving house chores to him (which you often whined about because of his sub-par cleaning abilities) and never lifting anything that weighed over 5 lbs.
It was exhausting and there were moments when you wanted to scream at Chris, but any time he saw the fire light in your eyes, he would quickly smother it with sweet kisses and purrs; he used your increased craving for affection to his advantage, often nosing your scent gland and marking on your neck to calm you down. It was nice and infuriated you and you never hesitated to let Chris know as much, even as you were wrapped up in his arms, under several layers of blankets.
As the pregnancy progressed, your instinct to create the perfect nest became more and more pronounced. After coming home from classes, Chris would often find you on the floors of your house, scrubbing away at nonexistent grime. When it came time to assemble the nursery, the scientist walked in to a room stacked with so many comforters, pillows and blankets, he was sure you had bought out your local Bed, Bath and Beyond. It was frightening and endearing all at once. It took over a week for you both to properly scent them in preparation for your pup.
Chris was certain he had maxed out on his love for you, that his body and mind were incapable of feeling any more affection for his omega. You are his everything. His heart is so intertwined with yours, he often forgets where he begins and you end. Chris didn’t know two separate lives could meld together the way yours and his did. It wasn’t easy and there were definitely bumps along the way but it all made sense.
But as your body and child grew, so did Chris’ feelings. Even as a doctor, who understood on the molecular and biological level, everything that was happening, he was amazed and astonished at your strength and courage, what you and your body was capable of. You were so precious and his top priority in life was always to protect you, and now, also your child.
Even before you both climbed into bed, Chris knew tonight was the night. You kept repeating like a mantra that you still had three weeks, but Chris could feel it in his gut. He debated whether even to sleep, but at your insistence, he crawled in with you and shut his eyes. He awoke several hours later to your whimpering, low and quiet but filled with distress. It set all his alpha instincts on high alert.
When he saw and felt your belly harden and soften under the blankets in a scarily rhythmic pattern, he got to work packing your bags and preparing the car. Strangely enough, you were still asleep, riding through the contractions barely conscious.
When he finished loading the car, you were finally awake and in tears, kneeling on the floor and grasping the bedsheets after having tried to get out of bed.
“Where were you?” he felt chills run down his spine at your tone, rushing over to help you out of bed.
“Prepping the car to go, let me help you into some clothes and we can get to the hospital,” he tried to say as calmly as he could. He was whispering for some reason.
Chris could see it coming, but he never anticipated how fast it could be.
“I won’t make it to the car; I’m not going to make it to the hospital,” you could feel the pain searing through your body, the urge to expel this new human out from you and into the new world was overwhelming.
Chris began to panic, but tried to keep it under control as to not startle you more.
“It’s okay, we’re okay, I’ll figure it out. You’re going to be okay. The pup is gonna be okay...”
It was all a jumbled mess of words falling out of his mouth as he tried to remember the time he spent in the maternity ward during his residency. Running to maneuver you back onto the bed, he told you he would be right back as you whimpered again in distress. When he checked on your progress, he realized how close you both were to meeting your little bundle of joy.
“Excited to meet us huh? Couldn’t wait for the hospital???” Chris murmured under his breath as he rushed around. He had a feeling this early and hasty arrival would just be a taste of what new life with their pup was going to be... fast and unexpected.
He grabbed blankets, scissors and shoe laces, started a pot of water boiling on the stove before rushing back to your bedroom when a scream cut through the silence of your house.
“He’s coming now, Chris, get the fuck back here and help me!”
“He? How do you know it’s a he?” The questions slip out before Chris can stop himself.
You meet him with glare of rage and anger when he arrives back into your bedroom, one that frightens the alpha to his core.
“YOU! You’re the reason I’m here right now!” Chris tried to ignore the murderous gaze in your eyes as you yanked him to you by the collar, screaming in his face from the pain.
From that moment onward, it was like attempting to reach the crescendo of a beautiful, but cacophonous song. At moments, it felt like you would never reach it.
“One last push baby, he’s almost here.”
With one last exertion of energy, a tiny tiny wail sounded in your ears. Chris quickly worked to cut the umbilical cord before lifting your child onto your chest... he heaved a sigh and took a moment to just stare at mother and child before he was hit with the overwhelming reality that he’s a father.
Again, his affection grows tenfold and when he comes to from his journey through his mind, he sees you staring at him, tears, this time of joy and love, sliding down your cheeks. You beckon him over and for the first time, as a family of three, cuddle on the bed.
The growling in his stomach and the desire for tiny little cheeseburgers and a milkshake crossed his mind again, causing one Leon Kennedy to sit up in bed in frustration. The pregnant Omega looked to his sleeping mate, feeling slightly envious of the fact that Chris did not have to deal with cravings…or pregnancies. With a sigh, and ignoring his cravings, Leon decided to creep into the kitchen to find something to eat.
The Omega made it to the kitchen, opening the fridge to inspect the contents, hoping to find a suitable substitute for his cravings. Leftover chicken parmesan and angel hair pasta? Pass. Leftover cheese pizza? Pass. Meat loaf and mashed potatoes? Baby wasn’t hungry for that, so neither was Leon. He could make a good decision and drink some of the healthy smoothie drinks or snack on some fruit or vegetables, but sadly that wouldn’t do.
The light to the kitchen flickered on, Munchie scampering across the kitchen with an odd “Mrow” noise as the gray cat sought out another nesting spot. The agent looked back and saw a very tired Chris, standing against the doorframe with a goofy and tired smile.
“Can’t sleep cause you and the baby are hungry?” Chris asked.
The Omega blushed, closing the refrigerator door, “Yes.”
The Alpha chuckled, “What is it this time?” he asked, going over to living room to grab his sneakers.
“Please, protect me while I’m in heat. I’m not ready to be claimed.”
Chris had been gardening in his front yard when he’d heard someone coming up the walking and blinked, not expecting to be told that sentence by the man in the wheelchair. He’d only met the omega recently, and had just gotten started trying to know him. So of course, the omega coming to him, of all people, was a surprise. Wasn’t he friends with Leon? So why him?
He was shocked out of his thoughts by the smell. Well, the beginnings of the smell. THE smell, if you will, that told him he was indeed approaching his heat. Oh god. He understood why he would need protection now. He wasn’t sure if he was the best person to go to though. He turned to face him, a little stiff.
“Of course.” He said, nodding and trying to ignore the smell and relax.
“Can I ask...why me?” Well, he’d already asked, so there was that.
“Not that your answer will affect my decision at all. I’ll still help you.” Because, as much of a horn dog as he was, he couldn’t help it when people asked him for help. It was a thing that he’d found out a long time ago. Even the flowers had been a cry for help, really. And look how they flourished now.
God that smell, though. He wasn’t sure what to make of it.
