#alpha!christine

[kotaka-kun]

200 words a day for the month of May - day 20

200 more words of my very first abo E/C fic stranger than you dreamt it bc i had plans to continue it, to make it angsty but. never got around to that dkdbdkxbsj

The first time Erik woke, the world came to him slowly. It was not the first time Erik had woken to an ache such as this, but this was the first time that it had felt so pleasant.

With his heat abating after he’d been knotted and marked, Erik took a moment to take stock of the situation at hand.

Christine was still sound asleep behind him, her breathing deep and even. It did not seem as though his heat had triggered her rut -- a small mercy, certainly. Instead, she wore a contented expression even in her sleep, her arm draped lazily across his body.

And if he’d thought she’d smelled divine the night prior, it was nothing compared to how she smelled now.

She smelled effervescent, incandescent, delectable...

She smelled like she was his.

His fingers found their way to the bond mark at his throat, still tender and sore to the touch, but even the pain made his heart soar. He was hers, and she his.

He was not one for sleeping in excess, but the pull of it was too powerful, here, in Christine's warm embrace, and Erik was powerless -- he drifted off once more.

[kotaka-kun]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Erik/Christine, but make it ABO (but also w nontraditional dynamics)

Bond had always sounded too close to the word bound for Erik’s tastes. 

im actually doing it... aboctober but in february... or as I like to call it:

the O in ABO stands for Opera ghost

[kotaka-kun]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For the majority of his life, Erik had been convinced that his designation of being an omega was the same as his hideous visage -- a curse upon his very soul. a (very self indulgent) ABO AU/retelling of Phantom of the Opera

[kotaka-kun]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It was not unusual for Erik to fall into old habits when reminders of his past forced his mind to revisit the darkness that once plagued him. It had been entirely happenstance that Christine had learned just how grounding being knotted was for him. 

[kotaka-kun]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Christine is going into rut, and Raoul does his best to get her to her mate.

[omegaverseftw]

Best friend’s babies (2)

Even though they agreed that it was only a one time thing and that it was for the best, Meg couldn't stop thinking about it. Not for the rest of that month and definitely not for the first half of this one. If the way Christine blushed every time they touched any more was anything to go by, she couldn't stop thinking about what had happened either. This is why she impulsively decided not to take her suppressants. She wanted.. no, she needed another romp in the sheets with her best friend. It was stupid but she didn't care in the slightest right now.

The tell-tale signs started during ballet practice, but thankfully her mother would just assume that she was sweating profusely. It had been so many years since her mother had been around her during a heat that she'd forgotten the scent that she put out during this time. This was confirmed when Antionette had scolded Christine for risking everything she'd worked for by not only sleeping with an omega, but sleeping with a random one. It had stung at first for some unknown reason, but she'd quickly realized what a benefit this would be to her.

She stumbled into Christine at one point, purely on accident. However, she knew it was going to work in her favor because the singer had subtly scented her and her eyes had glazed over the slightest bit. The way her hand had lingered on her arm while she steadied her had sent a thrilled chill down her spine. She was just lucky that her mother had been too busy reprimanding one of the other ballerinas to notice the antics between her daughter and her friend.

By the time that they were done with rehearsal, her mother had swept off to her office. This was another plus because it meant that she'd be very busy for most of the night before she allowed herself to be distracted  with Andre. This kind of made her mother a hypocrite but not really. Both of them were betas and even if they weren't, they were too old and it was doubtful that they actually had an active sex life. She refused to acknowledge the small chance that they did as it was much too scarring.

Meg perched on top of the dresser in Christine's dressing room, fanning a hand in front of her face, her blonde curls damp and almost limp. She wasn't sure she'd be able to get home right now, not even with Christine's help. "Alpha...Please." She mewled pleadingly.

Christine had been struggling with her own urges since Meg had stumbled into her on stage. However, the more time that they'd remained in this little room with the door locked against intruders, the more difficult it became. That plea had been the last straw. She dropped to her knees almost immediately and pulled Meg closer to the edge. She pulled off the tights and the tutu, chest rising and falling with a heavy sigh as the scent of slick became more potent.

Upon feeling Meg's hand in her hair, urging her forward, she complied. She kissed and licked her through the material, reveling in the way that Meg squirmed and bucked. She was clearly looking for more friction. She eventually used her teeth to remove the soaked panties and shoved her tongue against her, lapping up as much of it as she could manage.

They were both panting when Meg pulled her away with a whine that clearly told her it was good, but it wasn't enough. Something she'd been prepared to realize. She stood up and stripped her lower half. Meg scooted forward and hooked her short but strong legs around her hips. Christine rested her hands under thighs and pulled her against her.

Meg's head fell forward as she moaned, her eyes squeezed closed. Her hands roamed Christine's body and the alpha turned her head, instinctively biting down. She'd marked her friend as her mate in the heat of the moment and it drew another weak moan out of the omega. It was a blissful feeling. There would definitely be consequences for such a thing. Especially since Meg had decided to turn her head and return the favor, drawing a similar noise out of Christine.  If she had to be stuck with anyone, there were worse people.

It didn't take them too much longer to finish-surprisingly at the same time. They slowly withdrew and pulled themselves together, giggling nervously. However, There was no regret. None in the slightest.

"Should we go home and continue there?" Christine suggested, smiling sheepishly as she offered her arm. This brought a matching smile out of Meg. The blonde slipped her arm through hers and allowed her to lead her away.

"I can't say no to such a tempting idea." Meg murmured before falling silent. Besides, her heat was nowhere near over. They had a long yet pleasurable night ahead of them.

[omegaverseftw]

Best friend's babies

Modern AU Christine and Meg had been best friends since childhood and they defied the expectations. Everyone had expected Christine to present as an Omega and Meg to present as an Alpha. However, it happened the other way around. Meg had been on suppressants for years- but her prescription expired and she hadn't had the chance to renew it. Before she could, Christine's rut triggered her heat. They took care of each other, the consequences not considered until they became an issue.

The mixture of warm vanilla and roses that kept wafting by Meg was unbearable. She knew exactly who the scent belonged to and it was torturing her. She writhed slightly on her bed, feeling the warmth that had been slowly washing over her intensify. It was only going to get worse before it got better considering that she'd taken suppressants for most of her life up until now. Sure, breaks were very much advised by medical professionals- but her mother had never allowed it. Apparently, if she was going to be one of the best ballerinas in history, she'd need to hide and ignore her baser nature. She couldn't stop herself anymore, she stood and hurried over to the guest room. She knocked on the door, clenching her thighs together.

"Christine... let me in. Please." Meg begged, whimpering slightly as she felt even more slick dampen her panties. She heard the noises that her friend had been making silence before the padding of soft foot steps. The door swung upon to reveal her friend in all her glory. Her curls were loose and damp, her pale cheeks were flushed and her light green eyes were glazed over.  It drew another soft whimper out of the shorter blonde.

The knowledge that she should probably deny her suddenly didn't matter to Christine. How could she say no to her when they both wanted this right now? She wrapped her hand around Meg's wrist and pulled her into the room, shoving the door shut behind her. Meg barely had the chance to do or say anything before her back was pressed into the door and Christine was pining her to it. This was the first time that her shy best friend seemed like the alpha that she was. She returned the kiss that was bestowed against her lips and melted into it with a soft whimper.

The hands that were restraining slid away and Christine wrapped her arms around her waist. Meg immediately wrapped her arms around her neck and jumped slightly, hooking her legs around her waist. The alpha woman turned around and blindly walked towards the bed, stumbling when they reached it. They fell on to the bed, Meg underneath her.

Christine took advantage of this, pulling away from the kiss with a small pant. Rather than saying anything, she buried her face into the side of Meg's neck. She nipped and kissed at it. Meg rubbed herself against Christine to encourage more touches besides that. She wasn't sure if she could handle being teased for too long.

"Patience, Meg. I wanna make you feel good." Christine purred softly and Meg found herself melting again. She shivered and leaned up in to the other woman's hands as she caressed her body. She supposed that it would be worth it if she was going to be touched like this, like she was something that mattered and not just another omega.

The next  morning, Meg woke up underneath Christine- feeling both sore and satisfied. She knew she should probably regret what happened last night but she couldn't bring herself to do so.  It wasn't like one heat was enough to ruin anything too much. She could continue being a ballerina, Christine could continue dominating the stage and her mother would be pleased.

She reached up to run her fingers through Christine's curls, kissing her forehead. the woman stirred and gazed down at her with a tender, yet shy smile. "That was amazing... Though I suppose that this is a one time thing." she uttered softly.

Meg offered a small smile of her own, nodding. "It's for the best. I don't want to risk our friendship and my mother would kill us otherwise. Apparently we have too much to risk. You know her general rant about baser instincts." She giggled.

Christine snorted gently. Of course she knew that rant. Everyone was subjected to it at least once. She leaned down and kissed her sweetly once more before pulling away. "In that case, lets enjoy the rest of our day before we have to back to reality." She suggested. Meg kissed her once more to express her agreement rather than using her words.