#alpha!female

[vetkoekie]

In my non-existent 💔 omegaverse, the omega's chirps sound like the chirps that cheetahs make... tell me that's not perfect 😤

[omegaverse-professor]

Hey prof! I was wondering if you could share some headcanons about female alphas, since they aren't talked about nearly as much. Happy birthday!

Thank you! 

I would search the tags: alpha!female , female!alpha, female alpha , alpha female  (i’m creative i swear)

Beautiful 

Great Leaders

Smooth operators 

Energetic 

Would go to the ends of the Earth to make their mate happy. 

Can hold their own and even when against another Alpha (male or female)

Very in tune with their emotions and can read their mate’s emotions pretty well (aside from just a change in scents)

They think about the consequences of their actions. 

Spoils their mate rotten. 

When out shopping they always come home with stuff for themselves and for their mate. 

[americancowgirl19]

She’s King

Summary: You take your father’s place as King despite being a woman. In order to make peace and end the war you agree to meet the prince - who ends up being your fated mate. You can only hope your fated mate gets along with the mate had chosen before you met him.

Warnings: angst, grief, fluff, little bit of smut

Reader: Alpha Female Reader

Pairings: Beta Frank Castle x Alpha Reader - Omega Matt Murdock x Alpha Reader

Word Count: 2601

A/n: Modern Royal A/B/O AU

Masterlist - Part two!

The kingdom is in mourning. The great king is dead; killed on the battlefield. The Lords are doing what they can to keep the peace among the people. The last thing anyone wants is for panic to spread whilst in the middle of the bloodiest war known to history.

You buried your father today. Even the Earth seemed to mourn this loss. The rain poured with such vigor that it raised the creeks and flooded the paths the enemy army might have driven down to siege the royal castle. You knew that the first chance they got they’d march right here and attempt to take the throne. Your father had no male successor. The throne is vulnerable.

You stood beside the throne with your siblings as the people greeted your mother, the widowed queen. You were right beside her. Everyone turned to you directly after giving their condolences to her. You knew what everyone was thinking but nobody has yet to say it out loud.

You’re not the eldest child. You’re somewhere in the middle of roughly a dozen other siblings. Twelve children are a bit obsessive, right? Your parent must have loved making babies and raising kids. Well, not exactly.

In your kingdom, and all the kingdoms in the land, it is law that only an alpha could succeed the throne. While you had older brothers and sisters - and younger ones as well - you were the only one out of the liter to present as an alpha. Your presentation out ranked your older siblings who only presented as either betas or omegas.

So, the twelve siblings weren’t due to the fact that your parents loved children. They were trying to conceive a male alpha. It’s the only thing in their reign they failed in.

While the kingdom mourned the loss of your father - their king - you mourned the future you had planned. You mourned the freedom you could have had; the life you could have lived.

You knew tomorrow would be the coronation. They couldn’t afford to wait. If there was nobody on the throne when the enemy arrived, then it would be all too easy for them to take it. While your mother was still alive, she was only a grieving omega queen who didn’t truly understand the art of war and the politics of man. She played her own realm of politics. The king and queen had two very different jobs; she wouldn’t know what to do.

Your father, fearful that he would never conceive another alpha, taught you how to be king. He prepared for every possibility and knew that when the time came it wouldn’t matter that you were a female; the job would fall upon your shoulders. He needed you to be prepared; he needed to know the kingdom would be in good hands if he should fall.

Tomorrow you will be crowned king. Your mother will remain queen until you find your own omega to take her place. It wouldn’t be an easy task. The omega would have to be a male; they’re as rare as you are.

When the night was over, and everyone was dismissed you returned to your room. Your ladies helped take the pins from your hair and undress from your clothes. Despite it being modern times, you still found the corset to be a nice touch to pay homage to the past.

They asked you if you would need anything else; you declined and bade them good night. The instant the doors were shut the man hiding in the dark corner came to the light. When you looked at him the emotions from the day rushed forward. You didn’t have to put up a front with him. You trusted him implicitly.

“Come here, baby,” He whispers, beckoning you forward. With a few large strides you’re in his embrace. He holds you close, and you nestle into his shoulder. He doesn’t give you his condolences or give you false promises. The two of you are past such formalities.

The two of you end up in bed. You’re laying between his legs, your head on his chest. There’re no clothes keeping you from the skin-to-skin you desperately need. You close your eyes and listen to his steady heartbeat. He slowly combs his fingers through your hair; periodically massaging your head.

“We could still do it,” He whispers. Your heart drops instantly knowing what he’s talking about. “We could be across the ocean before they even knew you were gone,”

“They’d find us... Maybe not soon but they would,” You whisper back. “It would be a life on the run and when we’re dragged back how could I look at anybody knowing I left when they so desperately needed me?”

“How could you help them after they treated you?” He asks, the anger coming back to his voice as it always does when talking about this. 

“Frankie baby, you know it doesn’t bother me how they treated me,” You whisper, lifting your head. “It doesn’t matter what my personal feelings are. It’s my duty, my responsibility to take the throne.”

“And what about us?” Frank asks. Your legs move over his to straddle his waist. You move up his body and hover over his face. “I’m not exactly good for your image, baby,” 

“What?” You ask teasingly. You lay back down on his chest and move your head just to the side to rest on your palm. Frank’s head follows you, unwilling to break eye contact. “I think telling the world that my chosen mate is the famed Punisher is exactly the image I need,” You whisper only half joking. “Your reputation is world famous. Everyone would cower at the thought of you. Kingdoms would think twice about moving against us,”

“But I’m only a beta,” Frank whisper. You sigh. Your eyes fall shut and your head presses against his. He instinctively holds you closer.

“But you’re only a beta,” You mutter knowing it wouldn’t be enough to hold the crown. You needed an omega. Omega and alpha parings had nearly a large chance at producing an alpha offspring whereas alpha and beta pairings rarely conceived them.

“You’ll look beautiful tomorrow,” He whispers, gently changing the subject. “You’ll take the throne and kick ass. You’ll bring us back to peace, I just know it,”

If only he realized that in order to bring peace would to the kingdom would be to marry the enemy’s nephew - a prince who happened to be an omega. The rival king took his throne with much controversy. The previous king had died mysteriously paving the way for him to take it. It was supposed to be temporary until the prince was old enough. Only the prince is blind, and people are hesitant to put him on the throne.

However, you taking the throne is the perfect solution for them. With your marriage the war ends, an alliance if formed, and they hand off their blind prince. Your kingdom wasn’t crazy about having a blind queen, but they were desperate for an end to the war.

You were king. You wouldn’t be pushed into anything that you weren’t certain of. You agreed to a private meeting but guaranteed nothing more. It was enough to pacify the other kingdom into pausing the war.

“What’s his name?” Frank asks, watching you get ready.

“You know his name, Frank,” You mutter going your makeup. You refused to let your ladies help get you ready. You wanted as much time with Frank as possible.

“Tell me,” He demands. You bristle a little at the demanding tone, but you force yourself to calm. You look through the mirror and sigh.

“Matthew Murdock,” You whisper. Frank’s jaw ticks. “You knew this was going to happen,”

“Didn’t think it would be so soon,” He growls. Neither did you. You were only king for four months. Within those four months you were quickly proving to be an even harder opponent than your father in regard to the war. You were more ruthless and daring. The bloodiest war was becoming worse, but you were winning. If a truce could be made over marriage you would consider it.

You quickly finished your makeup before walking over to Frank. He was sitting on the side of the bed pouting. You gave him a small smile while gently taking his face in your hands.

“I love you, Frank Castle,” You whisper. He softens and grabs your hips greedily. “And no number of omegas will change that,” You promise.

“What if he doesn’t like me? What if he demands you send me off? I’m not supposed to be with you in the first place,” He mutter. You smirk resting your forehead against his.

“Every king has had their concubine,” You mutter teasingly. He lets out a quick laugh and tugs you into a kiss. “I’m king... I’m not going to let anyone chase you away or send you off,” You hand moves from his cheek to the collar of his shirt. He shivers when you pull it to the side. “I claimed you a long time ago, beta,” You growled possessively. He moans as your lips suck and your teeth nip at the mark. “You’re mine,” You growl reclaiming him.

Frank chokes on a moan, his fingers bruising your hips at the sudden rush of euphoria. He lets out a shaky breath struggling not to cum in his pants. Wanting him to do exactly that you nip at the fresh wound while suddenly palming him through his pants.

“Fuck-” Frank chokes again and cums in his trousers like a teenage boy. You hum approvingly and lap at the bite mark.

“Good boy,” You whisper. Frank couldn’t help but to preen at the praise as he rides through the blissfulness.

“You always pick the worst times to do that,” Frank grumbles, as you pull from his neck.

“Whatever do you mean?” You ask, tilting your head. He shivers again when his shirt brushes over the mark. “Just be happy I didn’t claim a new spot,”

“Then I’d never let you leave,” He growls.

You loved claiming Frank. He always made the sweetest sounds and produced the most intoxicating scent. He currently had four claiming marks. Every time you made a new mark the sex... damn, the sex was wild and insatiable. 

“I’m sorry I can’t stick around to help you clean up,” You whisper, running your thumb over his lips. “I’ll make it up to you when I come back,”

“If you come back smelling like that fucking omega then I’ll fuck you all night,” Frank growls.

“Promises, promises,” You wink. “I’ll be back tonight,” You gently kiss his lips and pull away before he could pull you into the bed. “Feel free to stay messy until I return,” You wink at him. “I wouldn’t mind coming back and licking you clean,”

Frank groans loudly and falls back onto the bed. You laugh slipping out of the bedroom.

“Have your way with that sexy beta?” Natasha asks, smirking knowingly as she finds you and matches your pace. You growl warning her to keep her voice down. Your inner circle knew about Frank - only those you would trust with your treasure - but everyone else was oblivious, hopefully.

“Is the car out front?” You ask. Natasha hums nodding.

“Yelena had it brought around. You sure you don’t want us coming with you?” She asks.

“I don’t want to arrive with an army,” you tell her. “Things are already tense, and this is neutral ground. I don’t want to break neutrality,”

“You honestly think he’ll be alone?” She asks.

“No,” You shake your head putting on some sunglasses as you stepped outside. You send Natasha a quick look. “And neither will I,” You mutter before walking to the car.

Natasha, having heard the message (follow and protect from a distance), instantly springs into action. Once the car is on the way she grabs Yelena, Kate, and Wanda. The four of them follow your orders and protect you from the shadows.

“Your majesty,” A man bows before you as you reach the destination.

“Has the prince arrived?” You question.

“Yes, he is inside. As I asked his guards, I must ask that yours remain out here,”

“I only brought my driver,” You inform him. You motion for Jarvis to return to the car before entering the building.

You had different expectations when you imagined meeting the prince. But finding out that the man in front of you is your destined omega was not one of them.

The instant you entered the building his scent wrapped around you. It surprised you so much that you were frozen in place. You breathed in deeply and it simply consumed you.

“Alpha,” His whimper strained as if he didn’t want to make a noise but couldn’t help it. Your eyes snapped open and zeroed in on him.

“Omega,” You growled closing the distance between the two of you. You didn’t touch him, but you stood as close as you could. You knew your eyes were dilated but you help your desires back. You didn’t want to startle him.

You lifted your hand, and as if he could sense it, he flinched away. You were hurt but you shushed him softly. He doesn’t move again as you close in on him.

“You’re so beautiful,” You whisper, gently running your fingers along his jaw. Matt shudders and instinctively moves into your touch. The light graze of your fingers seemed to open a flood gate. Matt needed you to touch him. He hadn’t had a gentle touch since he was a boy. The two minutes you’ve been in this room have been the most time he’s felt safe since before his father died.

“Alpha,” Matt whines twitching. He wants to touch you but fears of crossing a line. Reading his body language, you take a leap and pull him close.

Your arm slips around his waist and he takes that as a sign to give in. His head finds its way to your neck. You don’ realize you’ve been doing it but you’re purring to calm his anxieties.

Your arm tightens around his waist while your hand threads through his hair. He snuggles closer to you. He doesn’t want to hope but he can’t help it. For the first time he hopes he can get out of his kingdom. His kingdom of corruption and murder. He wasn’t a helpless omega. He tried to bring peace and squeeze out the corruption of his kingdom, but it proved to be impossible. His own family was at the heart of it all. Maybe with you he could actually have the power to change things instead of running around in a mask at night.

“Matthew,” You whisper. Matt hums pleasantly and nuzzles into your neck. “We have to talk about this,”

“I know,” He whispers back, tightening his grip around you. You smirk and shuffle him over to the comfortable love seat. You laugh softly as he straddles your lap and continues to snuggle into your neck.

“How likely is it that your king is going to end the war should we marry?” You ask.

“He will,” He whispers. “He’ll end the physical war, but he has plans to infiltrate your court. He’ll take your crown from the inside,”

“Do you want this marriage?” You ask him. “To leave your home and come to mine?”

“I do,” Matt nods, lifting his head. You couldn’t help but to lift your hand to caress his face. He leans into your touch. “If you’ll have me,”

[americancowgirl19]

She's King Masterlist

Summary: You take your father’s place as King despite being a woman. In order to make peace and end the war you agree to meet the prince - who ends up being your fated mate. You can only hope your fated mate gets along with the mate had chosen before you met him.

Series Warnings: Angst, sexual implications (no full sex), fluff, politics, grief, character death(s), war, violence, a/b/o universe, royal au

Reader: Alpha Female Reader

Pairings: Beta Frank Castle x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt Murdock

Main Masterlist

Act One

Part One - She's King

Part Two - Negotiations

Part Three - Siege

Part Four - Trepidatious

Part Five - Plots

Part Six - He's Queen

Part Seven - Whistles

Part Eight - Revenge

Part Nine - All is Well

Act Two

Part One - Scent Change

Part Two - News to Share

Part Three - In the works

[americancowgirl19]

Negotiations

Summary: Frank reacts to Matt being your fated and you make plans to bring Matt to your kingdom

Warnings: angst, war, fluff

Reader: Female Alpha Reader

Pairings: Beta Frank x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt

Word Count: 2409

A/n: Ok, so with how well everyone seemed to enjoy the first one here’s the second one! There will be a third one, promise! It’ll most likely be the conclusion but we’ll see how it goes! I’m so happy everyone’s enjoying it!

 I am sorry Matt isn’t in this one, but he is for sure in the next one!

Let me know if you wanted to be added or removed from the taglist! I didn’t know who wanted to be tagged, if anybody, so I tagged those who specifically asked for a part two... I’m sorry to those who couldn’t be tagged!

@liffydaze @glowstick-lesbian @izzy-jez @cuddle-pie @wolfknighlove @marie975 @tsukishimawhore​

Masterlist - Part One - Part Three

You were prepared for a fight. You and Frank both understood that when you returned, you’d smell like the omega... Like Matt. But this is different. You didn’t just smell like Matt. His scent was clinging to you. It was like an entire bottle of this mouthwatering scent was poured over you. It was obvious the two of you didn’t just talk. You didn’t fuck each other but there was obvious scenting and scenting could be just as intimate.

Frank was already struggling with the idea of an omega coming into the pack. He didn’t like the idea of sharing you. He was nervous about everything and had a lingering hope that the meeting would go wrong. But that obviously wasn’t the case.

You walked into the room prepared to come face-to-face with his attitude. You waited for him to lose his temper. You feared this would be the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Matt wasn’t even in the castle yet.

Imagine your surprise when Frank took one look at you and practically jumped your bones. The kiss made you dizzy and before you knew it, he had you pinned against the wall. Your feet left the ground and crossed behind his back.

When he broke the kiss, he couldn’t stop breathing in your natural perfume. His nose ran over your hair and along your neck. You couldn’t help but to notice that he followed the trail Matt had taken when the omega instinctively scented you.

Your perfume was blended perfectly with Matt’s. Frank hadn’t smelled anything like it before. It was intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“Is this him?” Frank grunts. Your eyes roll back as he rotates his hips into yours. You hum clawing at the back of his neck.

“I’m guessing you approve?” You ask, a confident grin on your lips. Frank growls nipping at your throat. “Frank,” You whisper, mildly (majorly) distracted by his rough kisses along your throat. “I have to tell you something,” He hums but doesn’t stop his ministrations. “Frank... he’s my omega,” You confess. He pauses before slowly lifting his head.

“Your omega? As in your omega?” Frank asks. You slowly nod, scratching the base of his hairline in an attempt to keep him from lashing out. You weren’t sure how he’d react to the news. “Congratulations,” He mutters setting you on the ground.

“Don’t,” You whisper, your hands falling to his chest. You grip his shirt trying to prevent him from moving away. “It doesn’t change anything between us,”

“It changes everything,” Frank says. “He’s your mate. Your destined omega,”

“And I choose you,” You stress. “I’ve met Matt and I’ve spent an entire afternoon with him. Not once did I think of sending you away or even consider a future without you,”

“That could change, you know it can. You know how omegas get. You saw how your mother could command you father. Anything she wanted, no matter how it affected him, she got,” Frank says.

You growl growing tired of his doubt in you. You grip his shirt and force him to spin around taking your place against the wall. You pin him back and look him dead in the eyes.

“Frank, I’ve gone through a lot with you and for you. If I didn’t run away because of your violent tendencies, murderous habits, and the fact that you had a wife when I met you then I’m not going anywhere now,” you tell him. “We’ve been through everything and have survived every trial thrown at us. The mere scent of him nearly threw you into a frenzy and omegas are much more sensitive to smells. If he reacts anything like that with you then I’m fairly certain you two will fuck before I get a piece of him,” You joke smirking.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Frank asks lightening up. Your grip on him loosens. 

“Like what?” You wonder, leaning into him. “To watch my chosen mate, have his way with my destined omega?” You ask before promptly moaning at the thought. “It hasn’t crossed my mind before but...” You groan kissing the underside of his jaw. “Damn if the imagine won’t leave my head now,”

“When do you get him?” Frank asks. You growl as you remember the meeting with his uncle. You pull away knowing you needed to prepare for it.

“I have a meeting in two days,” you tell him. “If all goes well the war will end, his uncle will be left with barely any territory left, and we will have Matt,” You whisper.

“And if it goes poorly?” Frank asks as you round the table. You lean over it, your eyes scanning the multiple maps and documents.

“Then I will take Matt, every inch of his territory, and send him off to life on a farm in the middle of the ocean with no boat to reach the mainland,” You whisper, resting your hands on the surface of the table.

“Either way you come out on top,” Frank notes. You smirk, flicking your eyes towards him.

“Of course, darling. I always come out on top,” You wink at him.

The two days passed too slow. You wanted the meeting to be over with. You wanted the union to happen. You wanted Matt.

You were the first to arrive at the neutral site. It was in an open field where the closest place either of you could hide your guards is three miles in all directions. It would be useless to eavesdrop and stupid to attach each other since you both know that the people in the tree line have aimed guns with a guaranteed kill shot.

“Y/n, it’s a pleasure to see you,” You watch as the king stands on the other side of the table with his hand out, but you don’t offer yours in return. You know it’s an insult and you hope he takes it personally. Not the most proper greeting - you knew your parents would scold you for it - but you aner and hatred for the man surpassed your need to be proper.

“Fisk,” You greet simply. You motion to the chair he’s standing behind. “Sit,” You offer. You hated him standing looking down on you. You weren’t below standing on your chair to have the high ground.

“Wilson, please. We’re both equals here I think we can go by first names,” Fisk says taking the seat. You remain silent. “May I just say that you’ve grown to be a beautiful woman,” Fisk states. “Very smart and cunning. I have to admit I wasn’t expecting such an... opponent when you took the throne,”

“Don’t work, Mr. Fisk, nobody took me seriously when I took the throne. They were ignorant of my skills but not anymore,”

“No, not anymore,” He shakes his head. “I also have to congratulate you. You’ve accomplished more than your father ever did. I understand you’re a strong advocate the comfort of your people. Even going as far as to give them more power over not only themselves but each other and especially over you,”

“They’re people, Fisk. Just like us. They deserve more freedoms and more say in their own lives,” you tell him. “They also deserve to live in a war free world. They should be able to live their lives without worrying about the battle being brought to their doorstep. I want to send husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, parents, and children back to their homes. I want this war to end,”

“As do I,” Fisk reassures you. “That’s why we are here. So, let’s get to negotiating peace,”

“Let’s start with your terms, shall we?” You suggest, motioning to him. Fisk nods politely. 

“Firstly, let’s discuss the union between you and my nephew,” Fisk says, keeping a close eye on your expression. You school it to be neutral. “If I’m not mistaken, other than a couple of your brothers, he is the only royal male omega,”

“That would be correct,” You nod. Fisk waits for you to continue but you don’t. You want him to keep talking. You hope he gets nervous. A nervous talking man admits more than he means too.

“With the union would come an alliance. The alliance would cease the war and all those people you mentioned will be able to return to their homes. We’d all have peace.” He states.

“Just like that?” You ask. “No other demands,”

“Just like that,” Fisk nods. You hum eyeing him.

“No deal,” You state. Fisk is visibly surprised. “You see, if you haven’t noticed, I’m winning the war. I will admit that you’re an equally cunning and smart opponent. Mr. Fisk, you’re simply too powerful and smart to stay in power. If we just go back to the way things, where we might have one or two years, at the most, of peace. Your ambition will eat at you until your raising arms and attacking either my kingdom or someone else’s,”

“And what care do you have if I attack someone else?”

“You have two neighboring kingdoms. Me and a very strong ally of mine. I can’t allow you to move against them. You’d pull us into a war. If you march across their lands to attack someone further away, you’d be pulling everyone into a war, and I promise you we won’t be aiding you.  War is inevitable while you’re strong,”

“And what are your demands?” He asks.

“I form a union with your nephew. With the union will come the alliance, an end to the war, and three fourths of your army. Should you rebuild that army to the point where it’s over half of what you previously had then I will step in and take all of them. I also understand how having so many in one army is nervous for any kingdom. So, I will distribute the men and women amongst my allies. I also require that three members of my council will be invited into yours. You will not meet with anyone alone without someone from my kingdom to accompany you. And when I find out about your secret meetings, because we both know they will happen, then I will take control of your entire council. If both things mentioned before happens then I will take your army, take your council, take your lords and ladies along with all your territory,”

“And what makes you think I’ll allow you to do this?” He asks.

“If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll notice that I’m not only winning the war, but I’ve refused to call aid from my allies. They’ve been waiting on the sidelines with fresh troops. I can beat you myself but with their help I will dethrone you within a month and leave you in the middle of nowhere without anyone to talk to. If it comes to that and I hear even a whisper of you returning to power I will find you and slit your throat myself.

“Take the first deal, Mr. Fisk. Give me your nephew, your troops, and take my council. Live peacefully without raising trouble and everything will be just fine. If you refuse, I’ll finish this war and you’ll loose everything,”

“You don’t leave me with much choice, do you?” He asks.

“You have plenty of choices, but I implore you to do what’s right for you people and not your ego,” You urge before standing up. “I await your word. My troops will be on hold for another week. If I hear nothing from you then I will move on with option two - the taking of everything you hold dear,”

“It was a pleasure meeting with you,” Fisk smiles, remaining in his seat. You send him smirk looking down at him.

“I look forward to hearing from you,”

You didn’t have to wait a week for Fisk to send a response. When you got reports of one of your camps being attacked by his men the message was clear.

“What do you want to do?” Natasha asks, standing in your war room with your council surrounding you.

“I want to take everything from him,” You growl hating the fact that he didn’t submit. Your temper flared at the thought of being apart from Matt.

“If we do this on our own it’ll take nearly a year,” Bucky warns you.

“Eh, I say nine months,” Sam counters. Bucky sends him a look.

“Nine to twelve months then,” Bucky sasses.

“It has to be faster than that,” You demand.

“Then you’d have to call on your allies,” Yelena warns. “I know you and your father were putting it off but if you want this to end you have to start cashing in favors,”

“Start with Valkyrie,” You state. “She’s the only other kingdom that border’s Fisk. Also, send out messages to Stark and T’Challa. They should be able to aid us quickly,”

“Stark?” Natasha deadpans.

“Yes, him as well,” You insist. “He may be flamboyant and a party boy, but his tech is nearly unmatched and he’s loyal,” Natasha grumbles but agrees, nonetheless. “I want this war done by the end of the month and I want the omega. If all else fails get me his nephew,” You demand.

The messages were sent, and plans were made. You were anxious to get this all over with. The longer you were separated from Matt the more anxious you became. Luckily, you had Frank.

“You need to rest, baby,” Frank mumbles in the dead of night. His bruised hand brushes the hair away from your ear.

“I’ll rest when we have Matt,” You whisper. Frank sighs and pulls your chair from the table. You let him, leaning your head back to gaze up at him. “I need him,” You whisper.

“I know,” Frank scoops you from the chair and walks you to the bed. You shamelessly gawk at his muscles. “We’ll get him, I promise,”

You sigh snuggling close to him. He pulls the blankets over the two of you and kisses the top of your hair. He hums quietly until you fall asleep.

“You’re gonna be pissed when you wake up, I know,” He mutters before breathing in your scent. “If I’m successful hopefully you’ll just forget your mad,” Frank jokes quietly before slowly slipping out of the bed. 

He slips into his punisher get up before sneaking out of the castle. He climbs onto a motorcycle and hightailing it to Fisk’s kingdom.

[americancowgirl19]

Siege

Summary: You take extreme measures to get your mates back.

Warnings: angst, death, a little fluff

Reader: Alpha Female Reader

Pairings: Beta Frank x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt

Word Count: 3021

A/n: Guess who’s writing a part four!!!! Let me know if you want to be added/subtracted from the tag list!

Also! I just want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for all the reblogs/comments. I love the compliments; it truly means so much to me. So thank you everyone for you support for this mini series. I love you all and I wouldn’t be writing this without your support.

@insanelyobsessedwithdilfs @liffydaze @tsukishimawhore @glowstick-lesbian @izzy-jez​ @cuddle-pie​  

Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Four

“You know where he is,” You state, standing by the window in your chamber. Natasha is standing by the door shifting her weight.

“Surveillance shows that he was headed for Fisk’s kingdom,” Natasha informs you. “He would have arrived about four hours ago,”

“Fuck,” You grumble under your breath.

“I believe his reasoning was-”

“I know his reasoning,” You hiss cutting her off.

Never have you doubted Frank Castle’s love for you. He’s proven it a multitude of times. Now, the crazy man has entered Fisk’s territory by himself to get Matt simply because you were missing him.

Although, missing him is a bit of an understatement. You were showing signs of becoming feral. You’d never get to the point where you’d be fully feral - you knew this - but it seemed too much for Frank to just watch.

It’s been nearly a month since you met Matt. You needed him with you. Your instincts were on haywire. You were normally a balanced person but recently you were becoming more alpha than woman. You were starting to get reckless in your desperation to get your omega back. You weren’t thinking things through.

You were thankful to have a council you could trust. They helped you stay in charge. They helped you stay on the winning side of this war instead of throwing everything away for a quick battle. You had to be strategic. You couldn’t win with brute force, not against Fisk.

“What are the odds they’re out?” You ask her. Natasha is hesitant.

“With Franks skill level and knowledge... If we don’t hear from him in another four hours...” Her voice falls off with a soft sigh.

“My marks are all over him, Nat,” You whisper.

“I know,” Natasha says.

You marked Frank where he could easily hide them. If someone were to see them and inspect them, they’d quickly be able to connect the dots that he’s bound to you. Fisk knows what your scent smells like. One look at the mark and your fragrance mixed with Frank’s musk will be enough to paint a picture for Fisk.

Fisk might not know the level of desperation you feel towards Matt, but he will with Frank. If Frank’s captured, he knows you’ll do anything to get him back. Anything. Only you didn’t want to wait that long. You weren’t going to wait until Fisk had Frank and a plan to use him against you.

“Send Yelena,” you tell her. “Recon only. I want to know Frank’s status... and Matt’s. We’ll move behind her. I won’t risk losing them both. Within the next two days I want Fisk’s head on a platter and his lands as my own,” you snarl. 

“I’ll put everything in motion,” Natasha bows before leaving the room.

You weren’t a king that allowed everyone to do your dirty work. Yes, so far, you’ve managed to stay out of the battlefield but now things were personal. You didn’t trust anybody else with the lives of your mates.

You packed your bag and prepared to infiltrate Fisk’s territory. You sent out messages to your allies warning them of what was about to go down but stayed on the vague side. You didn’t want someone blabbing your plan to the wrong people.

“Is this everyone?” You ask, Natasha standing in front of a line filled with men and women.

“I figured you’d want a small party. We’ll be able to sneak in with fewer numbers as well as keeping our forces here to defend the castle,”

You hum and step closer to the line. In front of you stood Scott Lang, Hope Dyne, Maria Hill, Sam Wilson, and Clint Barton. You would meet Yelena on the road.

“This will do,” You nodded. The seven of you then climbed into the long van. Clint put it in gear and began to drive towards Fisk’s kingdom.

While on the way you began to plan your attack. You put Clint and Sam on the perimeter. Clint would find his scouting point and call out routes while protecting the back entrance. Sam would fly around the building, and further out if he had too, and try to prevent support from coming to Fisk.

You assigned Hope and Scott as a search and rescue. Once you get the recon information from Yelena, they will use that to track down Frank and Matt. Whether they work together or separately you leave up to them. You made it clear that the instant they find your mates they’re to bring them directly to you so that you can see them safely to the car.

Natasha and Maria’s job is to take out as many of Fisk’s men as possible. You wanted all his true loyalist out of the way. You didn’t want any problems to arise when you relieved Fisk’s shoulders of his head.

When you meet up with Yelena, she’s to aid you in the finding, capture, and removal of Wilson Fisk.

“Any questions?” You ask. Scott opens his mouth. “None? Good.”

You meet up with Yelena about ten miles from the Fisk’s castle.

“Fisk has them both,” Yelena mutters to you. “I couldn’t tell where in the castle they are, but I would guess in the lower levels. They’re not together, Fisk is keeping them separate. If he hasn’t figured out about the markings then he will soon,” Yelena explains.

“Where’s the easiest point of access?” You ask.

“Honestly? The front door,” she tells you. “They get visitors, random people, all the time. All we have to do is walk right in,”

“Perfect,” You mutter. “You and I will go through the front. Natasha and Maria, I want you going in through the back in case we get stopped. You’ll take Hope and Scott with you. Immediately go to the lower levels then split to do your separate jobs. Where’s the best vantage point for Clint?”

“This building. It covers not only the back but the East wall as well,” Yelena describes.

“Clint and Sam, gather your things. You’ll depart first. Sam, stay with Clint until all of us are inside. I don’t want you spotted too soon. Once I’m inside and in place I’ll give you the signal,”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sam nods leaving the table with Clint.

“Now, where’s Fisk?” You ask.

“He’s got a lot of heat with him. It won’t be easy, but he’ll be here. It’s his war room. I reckon there’ll be roughly six others with him; four I know will put up a decent fight,” Yelena states. “But we can take them, easy,” she says confidently. You smirk at her. 

“What do you know about them?”

“What do I know about them?” Yelena scoffs. “And if I’m not your top informant,” You just smirk and wait for her slide show. She turns the computer towards you with a file pulled up. “Maya Lopez. She’s deaf but very skilled in hand-to-hand. She’s gone up against Clint and Kate a few times. I do think we can turn her against Fisk, her loyalty to him is already fractured. She suspects he’s killed her father but doesn’t have solid proof,”

“Do we?” You ask.

“Why do you doubt us?” Natasha asks, pushing an iPad over to you. You scroll through the evidence. “When do you want us to send it?”

“When we infiltrate the building. I want her to see it and wrap her head around it by the time Yelena and I enter the room,” You decide.

“The second woman goes by the name Elektra Natchios. She’s a skilled assassin. Has quite the rap RAP sheet. She’s the only one I would say we would struggle getting past. She has a weakness, however. One that might already have her on our side,” Yelena mentions.

“Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Because you’re not going to like this,” Yelena states, swiping to a picture of Elektra and Matt. The two were too close to be friends. You couldn’t help but to growl and glare at the picture.

“Was he marked when you met him?” Natasha asks. Your growl becomes more vicious, and you send a glare her way.

“No, he wasn’t marked,” You snarl. Natasha bows her head and steps back. You huff and look back at the picture.

“I’m sure Matt told her about you. If she sees you moving against Fisk and she cares about Matt, she’ll join us,” Yelena says.

“Or she’ll try to kill me in an attempt to keep Matt to herself,” You snip.

“Or - yeah - there’s that,” Yelena agrees avoiding eye contact.

“Who else?” You grumble.

“Stick,” Yelena says.

“Stick?” You deadpan. She hums and shows him to you.

“Despite being blind he trained Elektra and rumored to have trained Matt as well. He’s another concern but if Elektra is on our side she can handle him,” she says confidently.

“And if she isn’t?” You ask.

“Really wish you woulda brought another pair of hands with you,” Yelena says giving you a sarcastic grin. You sigh pinching the bridge of your nose.

“And the last one?” You ask.

“Someone I’m sure you’ll be happy to be reunited with,” Yelena says showing you, his picture. You snarl.

“Rumlow?” Natasha asks. “Didn’t we kill him like two years ago?”

“Apparently not,” Yelena states. “I don’t consider him much of a threat,” She shrugs, and you agree.

“Alright. I want to move in tonight. I don’t want to wait. Get prepared, we leave in three hours. Clint and Sam, you leave in two!” You shout toward them. The simply give you a thumbs up.

Three hours later you and Yelena are making your way to the front entrance. Everyone’s checking in through the coms. Clint and Sam are in their positions are the southeast building. Natasha and Maria were able to disguise themselves as staff to sneak into the rear entrance with Hope and Scott on their shoulders.

Two minutes ago, Maya received a text with all the incriminating evidence against Fisk. If you plan it right she’ll turn right when you make your entrance. You doubt she’ll move against Fisk on her own but with you and Yelena? Fisk is as good as dead.

“I want to be informed the instant they’re both found,” You mutter under your breath.

“Copy,” Hope and Scott reply.

“Alright, Yelena and I made it through,” You tell the others.

“Just like I said,” Yelena mutters.

“Maria and I are making our way to the basement,” Natasha informs you.

“Where’s Fisk’s war room?” You ask Yelena. She wordlessly leads you.

Without having to tell each other the plan, the two of you momentarily separate. You pick up a stumble as you head towards the door.

“Ma’am, you’re not allowed over here. Private access only,” The broad man warns.

“Oh! Silly me!” You giggle falling into his arms. “My mistake,” you whisper a moment before Yelena comes up behind him. She rips him away and down to her level. Into the adjacent closet they go. With a swift twist, his neck is broke. Nobody wanted to risk guards waking up. No prisoners tonight.

Yelena snatched his badge allowing you both into the private access. You both make it down two hallways before you’re stopped. Needing to release some energy you take the first one.

Wanting to move quickly you don’t bother playing mind games with him. You use his height and weight against him quickly taking him to the ground. You retract a small knife from it’s holster and slide it across his neck leaving him to bleed out.

You pick up a jog to reach Yelena - who’s handling two men. You slip past her and take the oncoming guards. You both work together to get to the war room quickly. You try to keep quiet, but someone blows the alarm. When surprise is thrown out the window you send Sam into action while the two of you pull out your guns and open fire.

“This way!” Yelena shouts and you quickly follow her. “It’s locked,” She growls, trying the access card but it isn’t a high enough clearance. Unwilling to check everyone for their cards you muster up your frustration, desperation, and anger before kicking the door off its hinges.

“Hello!” You greet sarcastically while entering the room. “Fisk, darling, you never responded to my proposal,” You smirked. “Figured I’d come to hear it for myself,”

By the time you’re finished talking Brock Rumlow had reached you. The dumbass never laid a finger on you. Yelena sprung from behind you and sent a bullet between his eyes.

The second opponent, Stick, wouldn’t be easily killed. You trusted Yelena with that, although you knew if she couldn’t put him down soon she’d need assistance.

You took a few steps closer but was stopped a third time by Maya. You didn’t raise your weapons nor try to fight her. You just stared into her eyes and waited. Apparently, she saw what she needed too and slowly nodded before stepping out of the way. She turns to stand beside you against Fisk.

Between you and him is a woman. It’s Elektra. You’re more tense when facing her. You don’t raise your gun but you’re gripping it and ready to strike should she move against you.

With a great amount of speed, Elektra raises one of her Twin Sai’s and launches it at you. You duck out of the way and prepare to shoot her when you hear a rough groan. Turning your head, you see the weapon lodged in Stick’s back. You look back at Elektra to see her marking past you and straight for him.

You straighten up and notice Maya moving to Fisk. The man has the decency to look nervous. He’s typing away on his pad but nothing will save him.

“Stop!” Fisk shouts, standing from his chair and moving away from Maya. Only when Frank and Matt are shoved into the room on their knees does everyone freeze. Guns are pointed at their heads. “Now, I am walking out of here alive,” He states.

You ignore him and take in the appearance of your mates. Frank is beaten up pretty good. You can hear him wheezing and struggling to stay upright. He’ll need immediate medical attention. Matt is a little better but not much. He’s still bruised and wounded but nothing that won’t heal within a couple of weeks.

“You got them?” You ask. Fisk looks at you.

Simultaneously, the two men holding guns at Matt and Frank begin to groan and crumble in on themselves before falling to the ground unconscious. A moment later Hope and Scott return to normal size.

“We got them,” Hope states, nodding to you. Your head then turns to Fisk.

“You were saying?” You ask, tilting your head. Before he could respond Maya went after him. You turned towards Yelena, Stick and Elektra allowing Maya to get her frustrations out.

Yelena gives you a small nod assuring you Stick is dead. You then look to Elektra wondering if you would have to continue fighting for Matt. 

One look at you and Elektra knew you would fight her until death for him. You weren’t willing to share him. As hypocritical as that is it’s different when there’s more than one alpha in a pack. One of the alphas would have to submit to the other or else there’d be chaos. Neither you nor Elektra would submit to the other. It would destroy your pack.

You’re king and Matt is your true mate. You have a high claim on him than she does. Besides, you didn’t know it, but her and Matt hadn’t been together romantically for years. Even their friendship was strained. They’d always care and even love each other but their time was over. As much as Elektra would love to find out how skilled you are against her, she backs out of the challenge allowing you to have an open claim on Matt.

With that settled, you look back at Fisk and Maya. Fisk is on his knees and Maya is breathing heavily. She looks a little tossed about, but she was backing away from him.

“So, a house in the middle of nowhere it is then, huh?” Fisk asks laughing.

“That was before,” You stated calmly.

“Before?” Fisk asks. You pull your knife back out and thrust it into his throat. Blood instantly squirts over your arm and covers your hand.

“Before you laid your hands on my mates,” You whisper, twisting the blade before swiping it to the side. You lean back and kick Fisk to the ground. “I want this castle burned to the fucking ground,”

“We can arrange that,” Yelena smirks disappearing. You turn to Maya and give her a nod. She returns it before leaving as well.

You don’t acknowledge Elektra knowing she would most likely want to talk to Matt. You’d allow it but not before seeing him yourself. 

When you look at them all the tension begins to seep from your body. You go to them like a magnet. Your left arm wraps firmly, yet gently not wanting to hurt his ribs, around Frank while your right arm does the same to Matt. Their heads instantly go to your neck. The rub their scents on you while you take turns doing the same to them.

“I’m so glad you’re both safe,” You whisper, tightening your grip.

“You came just in time, baby,” Frank huffs. You nip at his shoulder in annoyance.

“We’ll talk about your actions later,” You growled. He just smirks and nips your neck in retaliation. You roll your eyes and turn to Matt. “Hello, love,” He huffs before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get you,”

“You’re hear now,” He whispers.

“I won’t force you, Matt, but I’d like to take you home with me,” You mutter giving him the freedom to walk away should he want too.

“Keep me,” Matt whispers. You smirk kissing his forehead.

“I’ll never let you go,”

[americancowgirl19]

Plots

Summary: You begin to put plans into action - the most important? Cleaning Frank image so that the three of you can be public together.

Warnings: plotting, idk but angst maybe? fluff, undescribted sex, nakedness,

Reader: Alpha Female Reader

Pairings: Beta Frank x Alpha Reader X Omega Matt

Word Count: 2839

A/n: Hey, guess what? There’s gonna be a part 6.... Honestly, I don’t know why I keep coming to the end of these parts and find myself needing another part. Idk when this is gonna end. I thought it’d end here but hey! we’re getting another part so we’ll just get through this together!

You know the drill - if you want to be added/subtracted to the tag list let me know!

@insanelyobsessedwithdilfs @liffydaze @tsukishimawhore @glowstick-lesbian @izzy-jez @cuddle-pie @marie975  @mylifeispainandiloveit​

Masterlist - Part Four

“She’s been like that for a while,” Matt mutters, lying in bed with Frank. Frank had his back propped up against the headboard with Matt laying between his legs his back against Frank’s chest.

“She’s plotting,” Frank replies to him. Matt’s unseeing eyes were trained in your general direction. He was concerned. When he woke up you weren’t in bed; instead, you were pacing by the table in deep thought. Between waking up in the middle of the night with you lost in thought, clutching him with an iron grip, to waking up this morning still as tense as before Matt felt that his concern was justified.

Frank, on the other hand, was used to this sort of behavior. Whenever your plate became too full you would shut the world out. You’d fall into the recesses of your mind and plot out every possibility. You saw every outcome and planned accordingly.

He knew that you would soon have everything plotted out and would return to them in the real world. Right now, it would be useless to try and reach you. You were too focused. He was honestly surprised Matt had managed to get you to fall asleep. Usually when you spiraled in the dead of night you wouldn’t sleep until you had every question that haunted you answered.

There was a knock on the door. Frank and Matt had sensed them coming - Matt obviously hearing them before they even turned down the hall. Still, the sudden noise annoyed the both of them. Frank recognized the scent thus didn’t move from Matt. He was quite comfortable holding him against his chest with his nose buried in his neck.

Matt didn’t know the scent. He instinctively growled and tensed in Frank’s arm. He didn’t want anybody coming into their sanctuary. Especially with you across the room and not in bed with them. He already thought you were too far but now with someone trying to get in his need for you to be close amplified.

“Relax,” Frank whispers, nipping at his neck. Matt didn’t stop growling but his body lost some of the tension.

“Do not enter,” You stated. The authority in your voice caught both Matt and Frank’s attention. Frank loved that voice. He didn’t bother hiding the smirk as he finally lifted his head in your direction. Matt hadn’t heard you use it that much and it surprised him - though he knew it shouldn’t. The shock had knocked the growl out of him making Frank chuckle.

“Where are you going?” Matt asks, as you walk towards the door.

“I have meetings, love,” you said, your voice softening for him. “I don’t want to bring all those scents in here, so I have to go to them,” Matt both liked and loathed that reasoning. He preened at your consideration but growled at the thought of you leaving.

You grinned and withheld a small laugh as you changed direction towards the bed. You climbed over to them and tilted Matt’s lips towards yours but didn’t connect just yet. You purred in response to his low whine.

“I just have a few final details to iron out and then I’m all yours,” You promise, bumping your nose against his lightly.

“Final details? Already?” Matt couldn’t help but to ask. You smirked finally connecting your lips with his. All questions flew out of his mind as your kiss consumed him. He greedily grabbed your hips and pushed you onto your back climbing out of Frank’s hold to fall with you. 

You allowed Matt to control the kiss. His kiss was different yet similar to Frank’s. You always got the feeling that Frank kissed the life out of you every time because he never knew if it would be his last. Matt’s kiss was like that, but it felt different at the same time. 

Matt knew you were going out to plot with your council. He wasn’t familiar with your inner circle, but he knew that he wanted it to be clear you were his. You had a pair of possessive mates, but rest assured you were every bit as possessive as they were.

“Stay,” Matt whispers, his lips falling to your neck. Your eyes roll back as you arch into him. Matt had experience, that much was clear. You refused to think of the woman he gained that experience from and instead enjoyed the fact that he could have you coming undone with just a few kisses and bites in all the right places. “Plan and strategize later,” 

“If I did that we wouldn’t nearly have as much time to finish what you’re starting,” You whisper, your hands innocently grabbing his hands. “How about I leave now and...” You mutter before suddenly overpowering him. Matt breathes in sharply as his back hits the mattress and you pin his hands above his head. “I take my time with you later?” You whisper, your lips brushing against his head. He whimpers as you kiss his neck. “Beautiful,” You murmur nipping at his ear before suddenly disappearing from his grasp.

He whines trying to reach for you but you’re already by the door. You promise to return soon before leaving the room. Matt huffs falling back on the bed. Frank laughs enjoying that he isn’t the only one you leave high and dry.

“I wish I could tell you she doesn’t do that often,” Frank mutters. Matt’s head rolls over to him. A slow and mischievous grin comes onto his face. Frank catches on quickly and soon takes your spot over Matt. Instantly Frank’s lips are on Matts and Matt’s legs are spreading for Frank.

Across the castle you’re entering your war room. All of your court and council are in attendance. All of them are congratulating you on ending the war, killing Fisk, and finding your omega. Once all the pleasantries and congratulations are in the past it’s time to move onto new business.

“As most of you suspect, I have no intention on keeping all of Fisk’s territory nor all of his recourses. The war was won by our hand so we will keep the majority of it but many of our enemies and allies will see that we have too much power. If we don’t distribute the wealth, we will lose support and could possibly be thrown into another war that nobody wants,”

“What’re you thinking, your majesty?” Bucky asks.

“First, we spread the wealth among our lords and ladies that came when we called. We will take care of our own first,” You vow walking towards the large map of the world. “I will distribute to them some of the wealth we have gained monetarily as well as some able bodies to replenish the numbers they lost in the war,”

“Will you give them any lands, my king?” Steve questions.

“Only to those who’s lands were damaged beyond repair during the war. Those who can no longer farm not build on,” You answered. “I want a list made on all the lords and ladies. I want to know who needs what in terms of direness,” Steve volunteers to form the list.

“Next, I plan on dividing up 60% of the kingdom -”

“There’s only one other kingdom that borders Fisk’s. Are you planning on giving over half the territory to them?” Peggy interrupted. Your eyes flicker over to her with a low growl warning her, and anyone else, to not interrupt you.

“Ms. Carter do remember your place. I’ve been King for nearly half the year now and I’ve earned that throne by now. Do not interrupt me and do remember the appropriate way to address your king,” You snarl. Peggy averts her gaze and bears her neck - albeit reluctantly. 

“Yes, alpha king,” Peggy whispers.

“To answer your question, Ms. Carter, no I do not plan on giving all that land to Alpha Valkyrie,” You explain. “I plan on gifting her 25% of the previously mentioned 60%. The remaining area will fall under the Guardian’s treaty,”

The Guardian’s treaty was controlled by a fellow female alpha, Alpha Gamora. Their sole purpose was to oversee any piece of land deemed neutral. She and her pack oversaw the law of the lands and enforced the treaty if a kingdom became greedy.

“35%... your grace?” Peggy asked, quickly adding your title at the end. “That will make the largest patch of land under the Guardians treaty,”

“Yes,” You nod. “Also, if you notice the piece of land, I’m giving to the Guardians is mainly farmed, and undeveloped land. It’ll be plenty of room for people to migrate and create a new life,”

“You want people to move to a place of neutrality, your grace?” Another voice, Sharon, questions purely curious.

“No, I don’t want them to move but I want them to have that option. I want my people, and all people, to have more of a say in their lives. This will force other kingdoms to care more for their subjects and their lives instead of power. If life is too hard and they don’t like their kingdom, then they have another option. We all know that other alphas aren’t as understanding as I am,”

“I think it’s a wonderful Idea, your grace,” Peggy says, finally coming on board with a small smile. You send her a nod.

“Have you given any thought to the kingdoms that don’t border Fisk but are still your allies, alpha?” Bruce asks, tilting his head. 

“Yes, there’s no shortage of wealth to be spread. Fisk was first a businessman. We’ll send assets, council members, and monetary aid to them. I will not forget everyone else, rest assured,” You promise him.

“Now, onto my omega,” You bring up with a soft grin. “Before we make any moves, he has to be coronated. Fisk’s people have to see him in power in order to trust and follow our decisions,”

“We’ll have to move quickly,” Steve addressed the table. “The longer we wait to make any moves with the territory the more antsy the allies will get. They’ll wonder what we’re doing and prepare for you to move greedily,”

“How soon do you suggest we have the coronation?” You question.

“Within the week,” Buck answered. “Like Steve said, we need to move quickly.”

“We also need to send invitations and prepare,” Sharon told him. “This isn’t an affair we can have within a week,” she snips.

“We don’t need every John and Jane doe in attendance. The entire world knows this is coming, it’s not a secret. We’ll send the invitations to those who actually desire to come so that we don’t insult anybody. It’ll be open like it was for you coronation, my king. Open to the public for the people who’s already here. We make a bigger deal on the anniversary next year or so,” Bucky suggest.

“I agree,” You step in before an argument could break out. “The people understood my shotgun coronation, so they’ll understand this. The anniversary of our coronation dates will be grand and for the people,”

“Yes, alpha,” Sharon nods.

“Send the invitations out. I know everything is last minute, but I want this to be nice. Be mindful of scents and textures. I want silk only and if there must be texture make it sparse. Light scents, nothing overwhelming. The scents of every royal in the world will be overwhelming enough. The music must be just loud enough to hear. Only myself and my omega have the authority to make them play louder, nobody else,”

Once everything was in motion you dismissed the table and returned to your quarters. When you entered you were slammed with the familiar scent of sex. The smell had your pupils dilating instantly.

“Hmm, you back,” Frank mutter pleasantly.

“You two started without me,” You growled, your eyes trained on the scene on the bed.

Both Frank and Matt had freshly fucked hairdos. They were slightly breathless and covered in love bites and scratch marks. To your relief neither of them were freshly bonded. At least they had the decency to wait for you to do that.

“Your fault for getting us worked up,” Frank shoots back with a cocky grin. You lifted an eyebrow and sauntered towards them.

Matt sits up and reaches for you. Your gaze softens when you near him. Your hands lightly caress his face. He purrs pulling you into bed.

You had an agenda when you entered the room. You had a list of things you needed to talk to them about, but everything escaped your mind when your lips pressed against Matt’s.

You pressed him into the mattress, your hand pressing along his warm chest. This time Matt was all too willing to give up dominance having submitted to Frank barely an hour earlier. He was still in a dreamy headspace that Frank had coaxed him into with soft touches and the whisper of sweet nothings. Now you were here with your intoxicating scent and Frank was still beside him. Everything was finally perfect.

“You smell divine,” You growls, breathing his aroma in while sliding down to his chest. You press a feather kiss between his pecs. “You should have waited for me... I would have made it worth it,” You whisper. Matt whines slowly becoming frustrated. You softly shush him. “Just a little longer darling... We have to be careful... I can’t afford a rut right now and I don’t want to bring on your heat,”

“Why wait?” Matt asks, slightly disheartened.

“Because in three days’ time is your coronation,” you tell him. This gains both of their attentions.

“So, soon?” Frank asks and you hum in confirmation.

“I have moves I need to make but not before Matt’s queen,” You respond. “As long as it is still you wish to be mine?” You ask Matt giving him another out.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Matt promises. “But don’t we have to be married for me to be queen?” Matt asks.

“No, not in this case. Since you’ve accepted me and we’re true mates then we’ll be married upon us claiming each other,” You explain climbing back up his body. “Which is what I plan to do on the night of your coronation,” You hum, scenting him possessively. Matt groans, gripping your hips.

“I want Frank,” Matt whispers.

“Anything you want,” You whisper. “I won’t keep Frank from you, I promise,”

“No, I want Frank... Publicly,” Matt brings up. You slowly sit back and look at Frank who seems frozen.

“Matt - baby - that’s not possible,” Frank whispers. You don’t respond right away wanting to see the two of them interact.

“You’re pack,” Matt reminds him. “I don’t want to hide you. You’re just as important in this relationship as either of us,”

“I know, I know,” Frank whispers, kissing his cheek and pressing closer to him. “But coming public would bring more problems than solutions. It’s best if I stay in the dark, right?” Frank asks but you keep quiet. Frank looks at you. “Y/n?”

“I was thinking about it last night... I agree with Matt,” You tell him. Poor Frank looked like he was about to have a heart attack. Climbing off of Matt you straddle Frank’s lap. “Look at me. Do I ever do anything without a plan?” You ask. He silently shakes his head but still seems shocked out of his mind. “Then just listen, baby,” You whisper, lightly pecking his lips to help calm him.

“I’m not going to ask you to stop being the Punisher, but we can change the image of the Punisher. Instead of a vigilante wreaking havoc on the city we’re going to make you the head of the royal security in a special division that caters to your needs to take out bad guys. We’ll do it subtly. This is something we need to take time doing so that it’s more believable.

“You need to continue being discrete but have a little bit more witnesses. Be a little bit more public with your heroics. Don’t scare the people, save them,”

“And stop murdering people,” Matt added.

“I murder thugs,” Frank defends.

“Murder is murder. People can get behind your more if you capture them, they see trial and are punished,”

“They’ll get out of punishment, like always,” Frank snarls.

“Not if they’re brought to me,” you tell him. “My word is law. It’ll be a special case where your arrests alone come directly to me. I’ll need evidence and help during the hearing,”

“I’ll be there,” Matt whispers. “For both of you,”

“We already have to clean Frank’s image don’t make it to where I have to clean yours as well,” You growl. “Just don’t get caught,” You sigh knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop either of them,”

“I won’t,” Matt promises.

“I’ll look after him,” Frank reassures you.

“You look after each other,” You correct him. “If everything goes to plan, we’ll keep the peace, have our queen, and Frank won’t have to hide anymore,”

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News to Share

Summary: It’s time to tell other people of your pregnancy!

Warnings: fluff, angst, trepidation, mentions of dead loved ones, mourning

Reader: Alpha Female Reader

Pairings: Beta Frank Castle x Alpha Female Reader x Omega Matt Murdock x Platonic! Yelena Belova

Word Count: 2654

A/n: The saga continues!

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When you sat down across from your mother she knew. She knew before you had even stepped foot in the gazebo. She could smell it in your scent; it was much more prominent now.

It’s been nearly two weeks since Matt had noticed the change in your scent. It wasn’t until about four days ago that other people were able to smell the change. The only reason your mates were able to notice was because they were more in tune with you than others; they noticed every small change. Still, you didn’t tell anybody until Bruce was able to confirm and reassure the three of you that both you and the baby were healthy.

You had just left Bruce’s office. The first person you wanted to talk to was your mother. The two of you used to be close until the death of your father. Once he died and you took his place she withdrew. She withdrew from everyone. She’d go weeks without talking.

You visited with her when you could and if you weren’t with her than at least one of your siblings were. It broke your heart to see her so vastly different from before. When your father was alive your mother was the life of the kingdom. She would host charities and constantly be involved with the people. She loved to entertain whether it would be through a play or sharing her writings with anyone who would listen. Now she spends her time to herself in deep thought.

You missed the sound of her voice. While your father took charge of your tutoring when it became apparent you would be their only alpha child your mother still gave you her wisdom. She would remind you of the duties you had outside of the war. She reminded you that there was an entire kingdom that needed to be taken care of along side of winning the war. She would also try to show you that there are moments of happiness you can indulge in no matter how busy you get.

As the crown began to weigh heavier upon your head you tended to forget her teachings. You focused on the war and strengthening your kingdoms. You dabbled in the happiness and the comfort of your people, but your strength was in strategy and politics. 

This is where your beautiful mates came into play. They knew you loved your people deeply you just showed it in the way a king normally would. They were the ones who went out to the people and worked directly with them.

Your system worked. The kingdom and your allies are prospering. Now that you’re pregnant you knew you wanted to be a more tender mother. You didn’t want to be king with them. You wanted to be the mother your mother was to you. You wanted to be kind, you wanted to play and make them laugh. You feared being king was all you were good at.

“I’m scared,” You whisper, watching her carefully for a reaction. “You were the best example I could have had as a mother but what if I screw up?” You ask her. “I know politics and battle plans but motherhood? That was your expertise... I know I won’t be alone...” You begin to smile as you imagine Matt and Frank as fathers to your child.

They would both be perfect fathers. You had already seen Frank go through fatherhood. You knew he would cherish and spoil the shit out of this child. You also knew that Matt would take too fatherhood like a duck to water. Matt’s own father might not have made it long in his life, but Matt remembers him clearly. His father was a good man who treated Matt like the precious child he was. You had no doubt that Matt would take after his father and be just what your child needs.

“What if I... what if I become neglectful?” You whisper, your eyes falling to the ground in shame. “I want to be there for them...” You mutter, pressing your hand to your stomach. “But I’m so busy as king I hardly have time to be there for Frank and Matt let alone a small child,”

You became quiet as your mind spiraled. 

You loved being king. You didn’t always love it, but you grew to love it. You could make a difference as king. You brought peace to the nations, you made your kingdom safer, and you could protect your people that way you saw fit.

Between your duties and the duties of Frank and Matt kept all three of your busy. Frank and Matt’s responsibilities crossed paths quite often. You were abundantly relieved when you saw that they spent most days together. You didn’t want either of them alone.

You would normally see them for a brief moment during the day and then wouldn’t see them again until it was time for bed. By the time you all came together at night it was rare all three of you were together and awake at the same time. Matt and Frank didn’t give up their Punisher and Daredevil personas; you never asked them too. At night they took to the streets, sometimes even going outside of the city and to a neighboring town if they heard something was wrong there.

You missed them. You understood why it was such a struggle to be together some days, but you still missed them. Now there’s a newborn coming into the mix. Things weren’t going to get any easier.

The last thing you wanted to do was neglect your own child but what if you couldn’t make time for them? What if you got engrossed in your duties? What if another war came? You weren’t ignorant of the possibility of another war. If you knew anything you knew that there would always be another war; you just hoped that it wouldn’t be in your lifetime nor your child’s.

“You and dad had twelve children... how the hell did you do it?” You ask, looking at her. “You both were there for us whenever we needed you, no matter what. We never needed anything, and we never doubted you loved us... What if my child lays awake at night wondering if I love them?” You ask, your eyes returning to her feeling slightly startled when you see her staring back at you.

You stare at her, pleading her silently to talk to you. You didn’t understand the pain she’s feeling. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing either of your bondeds. Your father was all she had. The love she holds for you and your siblings is the only reason she’s with you today, otherwise she would be with your father, you were sure of it. 

Before you gave up trying to reach her, trying to get her to talk, she leans forward and grabs your hands. You let out a shacky breath and grip them tightly. You loved the feeling of her hands. They were always warm, soft and welcoming.

“If you put in half the effort into motherhood as you do in being king, this child will never once wonder if you love them,” She whispers to you. She lifts your hands to her lips and kisses them softly before letting you go. She leans back in her seat and her eyes go distant once again.

You stay still for a while. You don’t notice the tears falling from your eyes until they splash onto your hands. You sniffle and wipe your face as your mother single handedly washes away your anxiety.

She hadn’t said much but it was enough. The pure confidence in her eyes shook you to your core. There wasn’t an ounce of uncertainty in those eyes. She knew that you would put as much effort into motherhood as you do in your responsibilities as king. 

“Thank you,” You whisper, kissing the top of her head as you stand. You leave her to enjoy her peace feeling lighter than you did when you joined her.

The next person you wanted to tell was on the other side of the castle. She was in the gardens tending to the flowers. You waited patiently for her to be done before joining her on the bench.

She takes in a deep breath as the wind shifts and notices it instantly. You see her lips turn up slightly in the corner of your eye. She reaches over for your hand and holds it tightly. Her head falls on your shoulder and your heads rests on top of hers.

“She would have been ecstatic to become an aunt,” Yelena whispered. You hum, tightening your grip around her hand. The both of you look at Natasha’s gravestone. The stone had an engraving of Natasha and she looked beautiful.

Since the death of Natasha, you and Yelena have grown incredibly closer. She didn’t blame you for her death. She knew if there was any possible way you could have saved her, even if it meant your life instead, you would have done it. Yelena also knew that if old age didn’t get Natasha, then she would have died for you. Natasha believed in you, in what you were doing with the power you hold.

You remember the days following Natasha’s murder. Yelena had previously been a part of the Barton pack with Clint, his wife and kids as well as Kate Bishop. When Natasha was gone Yelena withdrew from them but you wouldn’t let her withdraw from everyone completely. You couldn’t bear to loose both of them so quickly.

You remember wandering the halls at night. You managed to sneak out of the room without either of your lovers noticing (they totally noticed but knew you needed time and let you leave alone). You found her down the hall standing by the window looking at the moon.

You approached her and stood in silence. You grabbed her hand and pulled her into a tight hug. The both of you cried in each other's arms.

“Have you slept?” You ask softly. She just nuzzles into your neck reminding you of the little girl who would always run after you, Natasha and Valkyrie just wanting to be included in play time. “Come on,” You whisper, leading her back to your room.

You felt a pang of guilt for not asking Matt and Frank before bringing Yelena into the nest. If she wasn’t welcome, you would lead her into the next room and spend the night with her. You needed to know she would be alright.

When you entered the room both of them were awake. Neither asked a question. Frank just looked from Yelena, who’s snuggled into your side, to Matt knowing he would be the one to make the final decision. While it’s the packs nest omegas were always the touchiest with who was allowed in, especially Matt who’s extra sensitive to scents.

Matt just lifts the covers and welcomes Yelena into the pack. Yelena didn’t sleep in the nest every night, but it was slowly happening more often. She wasn’t just using the pack as a means for comfort but truly integrating herself. She trained with Matt and Frank, she would even join them when they donned their Punisher and Daredevil personas.

The pack felt more complete with her. It felt right... natural. Ever since that night Yelena’s been right there and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yeah, she would have been,” You agree with her. Natasha would have been very excited to be an aunt.

“Guess I’ll get them all to myself now,” Yelena teased, placing her hand on your stomach as if she could feel the child kick. You laughed shaking your head.

“You’re gonna have to fight Frank and Matt to get the child to yourself,” You warn her and she scoffs.

“Give me a challenge,” she says, smirking up at you. You roll your eyes at her.

You wouldn’t announce your pregnancy to the world until you were nearing five months pregnant. It was a large debate between your pack when you should announce the pregnancy. Your council was pressuring you for a date and your pack was ready to snap at them to get them to back off.

The council wanted the news out sooner rather than later. When a monarch becomes pregnant many things take place. Treaties are normally redone, and friendships can be strengthened. Everyone wants to get on the monarchy’s good side in order to keep the peace to the next generation. There’s even talks of new alliances as the future comes. Many kingdoms send riches and goods of all sorts in celebration. The council wanted to reap the rewards soon.

However, your pack was more concerned with the dangers of announcing your pregnancy. The target that’s already on your back due to the crown on your head would become even larger. The possibility of an assassination attempt would be more real than before. You may be a loved king but you made plenty of enemies. Attacking you while you’re pregnant would be the perfect opportunity.

If they take you out there wouldn’t be an alpha to take your place. Matt would hold on for as long as he can, but he wouldn’t be able to keep it. The other kingdoms, even some of the people, wouldn’t allow him to hold the throne alone. There would be a power grab followed by a nasty war.

You held off for as long as you could. There were rumors spreading throughout the kingdom. Some thought that your sudden distance was from an illness which showed weakness to your enemies. Being pregnant was better than having an illness. An illness brought fear while a child brought hope.

The night before your announcement you were lying in bed between Matt and Frank. Yelena promised she would come later but at the moment you had privacy with your mates.

You were resting against Frank’s chest in between his legs. Your head is against his shoulder listening to his soft humming while Matt laid on his side with his head resting on your stomach. He loved listening to the baby shift in your stomach and adored the sound of your heartbeats. He could hear both of your heartbeats prominently along with Frank’s.

You combed your fingers through Matt’s hear threatening to lure him to sleep. You smiled as you noticed him fighting to stay awake. His hand brushed over your stomach and toward your wrist. He pulled it out of his hair and to his lips. He kisses your knuckles softly before holding it close to him. You lift your thumb and lightly brushed it along his jaw.

“We don’t have to do it tomorrow... We can wait just a little longer,” Frank whispers.

“We can’t,” You whisper back. “I’ve been hiding from the public long enough, the people are getting concerned,” You mutter. Frank huffs slinging an arm around your chest. You sigh snuggling into the crook of his arm.

“We’re gonna have to tighten security,” Matt mentions. “We can’t just let anybody in anymore. We have to be cautious,”

“The people will understand,” Frank reassures you. They knew you were anxious about turning people away at the gates. You didn’t want to turn your people away but letting everyone into the castle was dangerous right now. “They’ll understand,” Frank promises, kissing your shoulder.

When the next day came, and the news was released to the public the support was overwhelming. The entire kingdom celebrated. There was music and dancing in the streets. Your closer allies celebrated just as vigorously. 

The benefits of being pregnant began to flow in from the other kingdoms but you and your pack were cautious knowing that there would be backlash from the news. You just didn’t know how the backlash would come but for now you celebrated with your people.