i remember the ph abo stuffs why- OKAY BUT ALPHA BRIAN X OMEGA SO??? O M G DUDE COULD YOU IMAGINE alpha Brian domming the fuck out of his omega so idc how he does it but he just does it im-
Fjsjfje SAME SAME
A throaty growl echoed from his throat as he gripped your hair tightly, baring his teeth at you as he gripped your hip with his other hand.
Sweat dripped from his face onto yours as he pounded into you over and over, leaving you breathless and gasping his name like a prayer. His scent flooded your senses, leaving you wanting nothing more than to bear your neck to him as he pulled your head to one side.
Short, breathy pants left his mouth as he dragged his tongue along your mark, sending shivers down your spine as you whined under your mate.
“Are you going to cum like the little cocksleeve you are, omega?” He growled out, causing you to nod and squirm in his grasp.
MORE ABO FROM KAZ PRETTY PLS! I’d love to see your take on omega Freddie going into heat and the only available alpha who can help him is John ❣️
Oh no. This was not good. They should have known better.
“Freddie?”
Roger’s voice was soft at Freddie’s door. Freddie raised his head and saw Roger standing in his doorway, skin flushed and knees trembling.
“You too huh?”
Roger laughed weakly. “Of course. Omegas who live together tend to have their heats sync up.”
Freddie groaned, curling up again in the hope that the cramps would go away.
“And Brian’s coming round, isn’t he?”
“Well, he is my mate,” Roger said reasonably. He shifted, looking slightly uncomfortable. “You know he would help you out -”
“No,” Freddie said quickly. “No, I wouldn’t ask him to. He’s your mate. You deserve to have his full attention.”
“So what are you going to do?”
Freddie shrugged. “Ride it out I guess. I do have a few toys to help.”
“You know the scent of an alpha will make it worse for you if he’s not -”
“I’m not asking Brian for help, Roger, and that’s final.”
There was a beat of silence, and then Roger smiled shyly. “Thanks.”
Their moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. Roger glanced over, confused. “Huh. Bri shouldn’t be here that quickly.”
“I’ll get it,” Freddie said, but Roger pushed him back.
“No, I will. That way if it’s an alpha, I have this to protect me.” He gestured to the imprint of Brian’s teeth over his scent gland as he went out to the living room.
Freddie rolled out of bed anyway. Maybe a bath would make him feel better -
“Oh, hi, John!”
Freddie froze as he came out to the living room and saw John standing just inside the door (Roger had closed it quickly). His cheeks were red and he had one hand over his nose, trying to smile politely and clearly trying not to go crazy at the scent of not one, but two omegas about to go into heat saturating the room.
“I am so sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t realise - I, uh, should go.”
“No, wait,” Roger smiled. “Let me get you some tea, shall I? You did come all the way over.”
“N-no, I’ll get it,” Freddie jumped in quickly. “Have you eaten yet today, John? I’ll grab you something to eat.”
“I’m perfectly capable of making tea, Freddie,” Roger rolled his eyes. “And I’m sure John doesn’t need to see your homemaking skills.”
“And I’m sure Brian would be perfectly capable of murdering John if he arrived and found his in-heat mate serving tea to another alpha,” Freddie countered, although the knowledge that Roger was right and John already knew what a terrible cook Freddie was stung.
Nevertheless, Roger followed Freddie into the kitchen.
“You could ask him, you know,” Roger suggested casually as Freddie fussed over some cheese.
“Ask who what, darling?”
“Ask John to be your heat partner.”
Freddie spun on his heel to face Roger, his eyes wide.
“You didn’t suggest it to him!”
“Not yet.”
“Roger, don’t.”
“Why not? He’s handsome, he’s unmated, he’s your friend, we know he’s sweet and he won’t take advantage of you. Why not ask him?”
“That’s exactly why,” Freddie hissed. “He’s too sweet, too lovely. He deserves better than an omega like me.”
“I’m not saying you should mate him, Fred, jeez. I’m just saying, well, maybe he could be your fuck-buddy.”
“It would make things awkward with the band,” Freddie replied stiffly as he made up the tea, arranging the toast on the plate.
Roger rolled his eyes. “In case you haven’t noticed, Fred, Bri and I have been fucking for years, and it’s yet to be an issue.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
Freddie sighed angrily. “Drop it, would you, darling?”
“What are you afraid of?” Roger’s voice was soft, curious, and Freddie finally gave in.
“He’s too sweet. Too nice. I’m worried that if we - that I might -”
Their conversation was interrupted by sudden growling from the living room.
When the two omegas looked in, they saw Brian, towering over John in his alpha rage, fists curled, eyes flashing dangerously, lips drawn back in a snarl. But John, rather than submitting to the older alpha, was standing his ground, snarling back up at Brian.
“Well, wouldn’t this just make the day perfect?” Freddie muttered. Roger hurried over to Brian, interposing himself between the two alphas and stroking at his chest.
“Bri, my alpha, my mate, I’m here, see, I belong to you. Smell me Bri, I smell like you. I’m yours, I’ll always be yours.”
Slowly, Brian’s hackles lowered. He dipped his head into the curve of Roger’s neck and inhaled, and his eyes cleared.
“Oh.” Red embarrassment crept onto his cheeks. “Oh. Sorry, John.”
“No harm done,” John replied easily. “Normal reaction.”
“Freddie?” Brian looked questioningly at Freddie, who felt heat curl down his spine at the presence of not just one, but two big, strong alphas.
“Hi, Brian,” he managed to reply. “Go take care of your mate.”
Brian seemed to hesitate; but Roger purred against his chest, making his mind up for him. He scooped his mate up and they disappeared into Roger’s room.
“Here’s your tea, John.”
“Thanks,” John’s face was unreadable. “Are you - are you all right, Freddie?”
“Of course!” Freddie replied gaily. He resisted the urge to curl up around the cramp stabbing his stomach, just as he was resisting the urge to drop to his knees in front of John and bare his throat. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You look - you look in pain,” John said quietly. “And - oh, that’s my fault, isn’t it? I should go.”
“No!” Freddie gasped before he was even aware; John looked back at him curiously. “Um, I wouldn’t want to pressure you out before you finished your tea.”
Still eyeing him curiously, John sat back down and took the teacup back up.
But with every passing moment Freddie’s cramps grew worse; he could see John’s nose twitching and knew his scent was growing stronger. Worse still, the scent of sex was now spilling out into the apartment from under Roger’s door, which only made Freddie’s cramps worse.
John wouldn’t suggest it, Freddie knew. He was too sweet to suggest it, knowing that anything like that could be construed as an order. Freddie would have to ask.
And oh, how he hated asking alphas for anything, especially anything related to his needs. He’d had plenty of alphas before mock him - taunt him -
“I really should go. You don’t look all right, Freddie.”
“No, please.” Steeling himself, Freddie slid to his knees in front of John, looking up at him pleadingly.
“Freddie,” John’s voice was a little shocked. “I’ve never made you do that -”
“Please, John. Would you -” Freddie took a deep breath and forced it out in a rush, “will you be my heat partner?”
John blinked. And hesitated.
“Are - are you sure, Freddie? You actually want me?”
“If - if you wouldn’t mind.” Freddie managed a smile. “Otherwise I’ll be fine, I’ll handle it. I just…”
John smiled. “I’d be honoured, if you’re okay with it. Now please get up?”
Freddie stood, and was immediately folded into a John-hug. John-hugs were the best hugs anyway, but now, with the alpha’s scent surrounding him and those big, warm hands on his back, Freddie thought he might melt.
“It didn’t need to be a big production, Freddie,” John smiled kindly. “All you had to do was ask. I’m here for you, any time.”
Oh god. Freddie’s heat proper hadn’t even started yet and he was already starting to fall into those grey-green eyes. This was really bad.
“Shall I, uh, show you…?”
“Lead the way,” John replied, and Freddie, shyly, took John’s hand and led him to the bedroom.
Freddie’s nest was set up in his bed, cosy and warm, clothes and pillows and duvets built into a wall. John nodded.
“It’s very nice, Freddie. Do you want a rub?”
Freddie smiled, not sure what John meant exactly, but sure it would help.
John was already clambering into the nest; he looked comfortable there, and right. “Come on, then.” Freddie joined him. “Shirt off, and lie on your back, no squirming.”
Freddie obeyed, feeling the heady rush of hormones at being told what to do by an alpha and hating himself for it. But this was John. John wouldn’t take advantage.
John straddled Freddie, which definitely didn’t help matters, but said nothing about the hardness underneath him; instead, he laid his hands over Freddie’s stomach, and began to rub gentle circles.
Freddie was definitely melting now. John was clever with his hands, and they were warm, digging in with just enough pressure to relieve the pain, but not enough to hurt.
“You’re good at this,” Freddie managed to say.
John grinned at the obvious jealousy. “You remember my friend Ronnie? I help her, sometimes, too, and she gets very bad cramps. I learned on her.”
Freddie growled softly at the thought of another omega getting to experience this, making John chuckle. “It’s all right, Freddie. My mind is right here. I’m with you. I’m all yours,” he crooned.
Another, more powerful cramp built, and Freddie knew what this one was. He tried to wriggle out from under John.
“Need to - need to -”
“Need to what, dear?” John carefully climbed off Freddie.
“Pants,” Freddie grimaced, his face contorted.
Fortunately, John seemed to understand; he reached down and quickly slid Freddie’s pants down his legs as he saw his muscles tensing. He had been just in time; as he tossed them away, he heard a soft whimper, and then the smell of slick hit the hair. Freddie’s heat had truly begun.
“Okay, Freddie?” John murmured as he came back over to the omega, noticing the damp patch of slick beneath him.
Freddie nodded, panting slightly. He opened his eyes and looked up at John.
“Too many clothes,” he said firmly, and John nodded, immediately pulling his t-shirt off.
“It’s all right, I’ve got you,” he crooned soothingly as Freddie pulled at his jeans. “Give me a moment, love. I’ll be right with you.”
“John, please…”
“Please what, darling?”
Freddie rolled over onto his stomach and John felt his cock twitch at the sight of Freddie’s entrance, reddened and wet and ready.
“Please, John, please fuck me.”
Realistically, John knew Freddie wouldn’t need any prep; this was what his body was designed for, basically. Still, he liked to take his time, checking, sliding one and then two fingers in, testing how slick he was, how easily he opened. He didn’t want to hurt Freddie, but such ministrations made the omega impatient.
“John,” he growled. “Please don’t make me beg.”
There was just enough vulnerability in the request to make John pause; still, he used his grip on Freddie’s hips to help him draw his knees underneath him so that his ass was high in the air.
“Here you go, my lovely thing,” he murmured, eyes rolling back at the tight, wet heat that enveloped his cock. “Oh, god, Freddie, you’re so tight, you’re so perfect.”
Freddie made a half-strangled howl and pushed his hips back. John took the hint. He’d always preferred a slow first time - making love, not fucking - but there was nothing to be done; Freddie’s heat and therefore Freddie’s body was demanding it hard and fast and rough, and John’s alpha instincts were only too willing to comply.
“Been - dreaming about this - for years,” John gasped as he thrust forward, reveling in Freddie’s cries. “What it would be like - to be with you - since I joined the band.”
“John - John please -”
“Gonna give you my knot,” John reached around to take hold of Freddie’s cock. “Gonna - is that what you want, Freddie? Want my knot?”
The mental image of Freddie, rounded and heavy with his child, flashed into John’s brain before he could stop it, and he came with a low growl, feeling his knot swell and lock them together; by pure willpower, he managed to sink his teeth into Freddie’s shoulder, rather than his scent gland. Freddie wailed something that sounded suspiciously like his name, and collapsed beneath him, body shuddering, his walls clenching and milking another orgasm from John’s knot.
They lay like that for a moment, breathing hard, trying to recover their wits and coordination; then John very carefully rolled them over so they were spooning. It tugged on his knot anyway, and he stifled a whimper as his cock spurted weakly again, which in turn made Freddie whine softly.
After a brief moment, Freddie chuckled.
“That was - the best heat sex I’ve ever had,” he admitted, and John wouldn’t have been an alpha if he didn’t preen a little at that.
“Oh?”
“Hush, you,” Freddie drowsily swatted at John’s arm. “We must agree, though, that anything said in here is to be considered the heat of passion and not to be taken seriously.”
Something twinged in John’s chest. “As you like,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Freddie’s shoulder. “Sleep now.”
And Freddie did, his body for once not hurting and overheating the way it usually was by now.
*
“Good morning, Freddie,” Roger smiled as Freddie padded out to their living room. “How do you feel?”
“You of all people should know better than to ask me that, darling,” Freddie yawned as he stumbled towards the breakfast table. “I feel like I’ve just spent the last four days having my ass ploughed by a particularly excellent cock.”
There was the sound of choking on tea, and Freddie finally opened his eyes wide enough to realise John and Brian were both sitting at the table, slightly red now.
“Well then we’re in the same position,” Roger winked, making Brian go even redder and John choke again.
“Get a bit toothy, did we, John?” Brian grinned as he saw the bitemarks and hickeys littering Freddie’s chest.
“No toothier than you,” John shot back, eyeing the marks on Roger’s shoulders, and Roger laughed and sat on Brian’s lap.
It was all so domestic, Freddie thought. John sitting in his kitchen reading his paper, drinking tea, pushing a cup of tea and a plate piled high with food at Freddie, loving concern in his eyes.
Came up with a ninja ship party for my reverse ABO AU.
An AU where Alphas are on the bottom of the status chain and ostracized. Omegas are at the top of the chain, greatly appreciated and revered.
Brian is a Beta, working a prestige professor job in London, and is also a musician in a band on the side.
One day his life is changed, when he misses taking his daily medication. Brian was diagnosed with Epilepsy as a child and has had to take medication every day of his life.
The day he misses taking it, he finds out the truth. He isn’t a Beta. He’s an Alpha.
The medication he was actually taking were status suppressants. They were stronger than Alpha suppressants.
Brian finds out he presented at a very young age and in order to protect him from the social stigmas of being an Alpha, his parents had him put on status suppressants, using the cover that he has Epilepsy.
Brian is shocked. He ends up losing his job at the university, as Alphas are not allowed in positions of power. Only allowed to be low wage laborers. He almost lost his Phd but Alpha rights protestors and a few pro-Alpha lawyers stood up for him, claiming him as an example that Alphas could and should be able to do what the other statuses are allowed to. The scientific community also backed him, as his research had overall helped reach a better understanding of the universe.
While he had support, Brian was still put on Alpha suppressants and all of his assets were frozen and he is about to be deported back to America with nothing to his name. He is told that in order to gain back his assets, he needed to have an Omega owner and become a collared Alpha.
Having no one else to turn to and facing deportation and future homelessness, Brian calls up his partner Dan.
Dan is an Omega and is doing well for himself. He runs a gaming channel with a collared Alpha, named Arin and his band NSP is on the rise.
Dan is surprised to learn that his best friend and bandmate had been an Alpha all this time. Dan isn’t too big on the way Alphas are treated and thinks it’s wrong to own another person.
The only reason he agreed to working with Arin, is because of his Omega Suzy. She treats Alphas with respect and is an Alpha activist. The only reason her mate Arin is collared is because if he wasn’t, their marriage wouldn’t be recognized and they would be hit with fees and possible jail-time for breaking the law.
Dan talks to Suzy about Brian’s situation. How he wants Dan to claim him and make him a collared Alpha so he can try to get some semblance of his life back. Suzy says it’s up to him and that having a collared Alpha doesn’t necessarily reflect his beliefs. His actions towards Alphas would speak out more.
Dan agrees and tells Brian that he will claim him. Brian is very grateful. He’s deported back to America and Dan, Suzy and Arin pick him up at immigrations. They immediately go to the Omega/Alpha registration Bureau and Dan claims Brian, biting him on the neck and fills out the required paperwork. They pick out a collar and Dan has the Avidan family crest attached to it. Brian’s assets are unfrozen but he no longer has a job. He isn’t allowed back into the academic world, now that his true status is known.
Suzy and Arin hire Brian on as a grump, having him run their social media. Brian also becomes more active in Alpha rights movements. Starting an organization with Dan, Suzy and Arin. They began to gain ground in proving that Alphas aren’t slaves to their instincts. That they deserve the same treatment and rights as Betas and Omegas.
It’s slow going but they are definitely gaining more support, especially with Brian’s presence. At the same time, NSP is growing in popularity and Dan and Brian are becoming closer, eventually starting a romantic relationship, paving the way to becoming mates.
I'm a sucker for pregnant-Omega Fred, that was so cute! Could we see more of his pregnancy?
“Brian, it’s important!”
Brian grimaced as he looked up from the half-scribbled lyrics of his latest song. Freddie was standing in front of him, hands on his hips, three different colour chips in his hand, his belly just peeking out from under his top.
“Freddie, it’s fine,” he tried. “Whatever colour you want to paint the nursery, it will be fine by us.”
“It’s not fine!” Freddie wailed. “Our darling needs to be loved! They need to be able to look at the walls and know that they are loved by their whole pack! How is the room supposed to make that feeling if one of the alphas doesn’t even care!?” His face crumpled, and Brian felt his heart twist painfully.
They could blame it on hormones all they liked, but there was still nothing that was more painful to Brian than seeing their omega upset, and knowing he caused it.
He glanced around, in panic, but Roger and John were nowhere to be seen. Belatedly, Brian remembered they’d gone food shopping.
If Brian was honest, he was jealous of the two younger alphas. They took to impending fatherhood like ducks to water, able to anticipate Freddie’s every whim, taking an interest in all sorts of baby things, and just generally handling everything better than poor, awkward, inept Brian, who didn’t have the first clue about baby things or hormone swings. So when Freddie got a bit wild, Brian usually looked to the other two to take charge.
Well, he’d got himself into this mess, he could get himself out of it.
“Freddie, love, shh, it’s all right, I’m sorry,” he soothed, pulling Freddie down into his lap. Freddie immediately hid his face in Brian’s neck. Smiling, Brian began to run his hand lightly over Freddie’s bump. “It’s not that I don’t care, sweetness. It’s that you’ve always been the most artistic of us, the one with the best eye for colour and design. If I ask you to choose, Freddie, love, it’s because I love you and trust you to choose it right.”
“But Bri,” Freddie said softly, “I want you to help me choose.”
Brian managed to stop his sigh. “All right, show me the colours.”
Freddie smiled against his skin and held up the chips - two in differing shades of green and one in pale yellow.
“Why those colours, love?”
“They’re neutral,” Freddie murmured. “And pale colours are supposed to calm. Yellow is for happiness, and green is for wisdom.”
“Well,” Brian asked reasonably, “Why not both? Pale green for the walls, and pale yellow for the trim.”
Freddie sat up straight.
“Bri, you’re a genius!” His face lit up and Brian couldn’t resist kissing him.
And then they both froze as a tiny nudge brushed against Brian’s hand.
“I think our little one thinks so too,” Freddie whispered, and Brian couldn’t help the ear-splitting grin.
*
“It’s too quiet,” John said as soon as he and Roger walked in the door.
“You get the stuff away, I’ll go find them,” Roger agreed. “They better not have fucked while we were out,” he added with a mock pout as he climbed the stairs.
But the sight that greeted him in the bedroom just made him stop and smile.
Freddie was reclining back on the pillows, a soft expression on his face, his hands tenderly cradling Brian’s head; Brian was lying on his front further down, his hands bracketing Freddie’s hips, his lips millimetres from Freddie’s exposed belly, singing softly and sweetly.
Roger reached out and took John’s hand as he felt the younger alpha come up behind him. John’s lips brushed his cheek.
“They’re so beautiful,” he sighed happily.
Brian looked up, his face besotted.
“John, Rog, come and feel! The baby started kicking today.”
The two alphas rushed to the bed, carefully placing their hands where Brian directed. For a long moment, there was nothing. And then -
“Oh my god,” John’s eyes widened.
“Holy shit,” Roger’s face lit up.
“That’s our…that’s our…”
“That’s our little one,” Freddie purred, and let himself bask in the immediate flood of happy scent in the room.
Could I please request more Omega!Freddie? How would the birth of his baby go? Which Alpha would be the calmest or most freaked out?
“Brian, darling,” Freddie smiled through gritted teeth, “You’re not helping.”
“He can’t help it, love,” John smiled, stroking Freddie’s hair. “You know that’s just how he is.”
“Yes, but his scent is stressing me out,” Freddie growled as he rode out another contraction.
“Hmm,” Roger frowned, looking at the midwife helplessly.
“Brian, why don’t you go stand behind Freddie?” The midwife smiled, guiding Brian into position. “You can help hold him up while the baby comes out.”
“And then Roger, you on this side, and John’s on this side.”
The midwife positioned them carefully; Roger and John each had hold of one of Freddie’s hands, while their arms were also around Brian’s back. Roger’s scent, Brian thought dimly, was excited laced with only a hint of worry; but John’s was pure calm. Their youngest alpha seemed completely unperturbed, crooning sweet encouragements in their omega’s ear.
Brian closed his eyes and submitted to John. Alongside him, he felt Roger do the same, and in response, John’s scent thickened until it was the dominant scent in the room.
The effect on Freddie was instant; not only did he immediately relax into their arms, his water promptly broke.
“All right, Freddie, on the next one, I want you to push,” the midwife said firmly.
The next few hours seemed endless to Brian as he felt the strain in Freddie’s body against his, as Freddie’s cries rattled in his ears, as he watched Freddie’s knuckles whiten against his mates’ hands until he was sure he heard an ominous crack from Roger’s. Dark fog crashed over Brian’s brain, tempting him to slide into panic panic panic what if something goes wrong what if Freddie dies, but whenever it threatened to consume him, John would look at him, lean in, and kiss his forehead.
Pack. Family. We love you.
The dark fog cleared. Freddie. He had to be strong for Freddie. Freddie and their little one.
A shrill cry split the air and Freddie sagged back against them, utterly spent. It took them all a moment to realise what had happened, and then the midwife straightened up. “Congratulations! You have a fine, healthy boy!”
And in her hands was a tiny, wrinkly baby, his little red face crumpled up as he screamed with all his might.
Roger and Brian helped Freddie into the bed almost on autopilot while John adjusted the covers over the sheets. The midwife laid the baby on Freddie’s chest and began to give instructions as she cleaned him up, but none of them were really listening.
“Definitely your son, with lungs like that,” Roger finally joked, and they all laughed together.
“He’s beautiful,” Brian whispered, hesitantly reaching out to stroke a single finger down his cheek.
“He’s perfect,” John murmured, snuggling into Freddie looking nearly as exhausted as the omega. “Can I let you two go now or will you just freak out again?”
Brian smiled back at John.
“Why would I freak out when I have my beautiful, wonderful, loving pack all around me and our sweet little angel?”
Could you possibly do a part two of the Poly!Queen Freddie expecting??
When the doctor had told Freddie he was twelve weeks pregnant, he’d been absolutely elated. Not just for the fact that his pregnancy was a miracle, but for the fact that he’d had hardly any symptoms.
Of course, he should have known his luck wouldn’t last.
Barely a week after his big reveal, Freddie found himself crouched over the toilet bowl, heaving up the remains of the dinner Roger had so meticulously made them.
“Oh, love,” Brian murmured soothingly, stroking his hair. “Let’s get you back to bed, hmm?”
Freddie nodded weakly, letting Brian lift him up and leaning on him as they made their way back into the bedroom.
Gods above, he was exhausted.
“Sorry, darling,” he murmured as Brian gently lifted him into the bed.
“It’s all right, love,” Brian kissed Freddie’s hair and bundled him up in blankets. “You’re growing a whole other person inside you, of course this is going to happen.”
This, as it was intended to do, made Freddie smile as he closed his eyes and drifted back off.
*
The lethargy and nausea continued for another three weeks. Worried, the three alphas had brought in the doctor, but the doctor had reassured them it was perfectly natural and healthy; Freddie’s body was just adjusting to its new requirements.
In the meantime, the three alphas learned that the thing that made Freddie feel better was simply their presence.
Once that was worked out, there was always one alpha with Freddie at all times - snuggling with him, scenting him, touching him.
With John, Freddie liked to sit in his lap in the big, antique armchair in the living room; he’d curl up with his face in John’s neck, John’s arms cradling him, inhaling John’s scent until his stomach stopped turning.
With Brian, Freddie liked to lie down in their big bed and have the guitarist spoon him, relishing the way Brian’s arms and legs wrapped around him, his weight against Freddie’s back, his scent surrounding him until all of Freddie’s exhaustion faded into sleep.
And with Roger, Freddie liked to snuggle front-to-front, Roger’s hands running soothing patterns over the now-gentle swell of his stomach, their noses pressed to each other’s scent glands, until Freddie felt absolutely calm and not at all worried.
It was the most blissful three weeks of their lives, snuggling, scenting and loving one another as Freddie’s stomach began to grow.
And then the sickness and lethargy passed, and Freddie began to absolutely glow, and his alphas couldn’t take their hands off him for another reason entirely.
cause of that skit, I keep thinking about Omega Suzy and Alpha Brian
Like the Grumps have an agreement with each other. If someones Alpha is unavailable they can go to another Alpha in the group. Arin and Dan are on the live tour when Suzy goes into heat. She usually goes to Barry but he’s out of town, so she approaches Brian who is Dan’s mate. He agrees to take care of her but he ends up going into a rut and impregnates her.
Brian is so scared when Suzy takes the test. He can’t be still, pacing back in forth. Both of them are mortified when the test turns out positive. The group never really discussed the possibility of pregnancies with different partners. Suzy asks him what they are going to do because she wants to keep it. Her Omega hormones already adjusting to motherhood. Brian says they can only tell the truth and hope the fallout doesn’t completely ruin everything between them.
When Arin and Dan come back, they can tell something is wrong. Brian and Suzy are in the living room sitting on the couch, looking like they had just been at a funeral. Dan goes to Brian and asks what’s wrong. Brian just apologizes. Arin frowns, he can tell what happened. His Alpha instincts can sense the life growing within his mate. But he still asks. Suzy just nods, tears streaming down her face.
Arin takes a deep breath, calming himself. Brian and Dan look to him feeling a bit afraid. Would they be kicked off the show? Told to never come near any of the grumps again? It all depended on Arin.
Arin says it’s okay. He’s disappointed that Brian didn’t control himself but what’s done is done. Brian apologizes again, saying if Arin wants him gone, he’ll leave. Arin tells him he’s not firing him and he’s not going to put Dan in a position where he has to choose. He says they should have thought of and discussed this possibility when they all agreed to the sharing of each others Omegas. He tells them they are all still a family and that the child is all of theirs and that the four of them will raise it together.
Brian and Suzy are relieved, Suzy hugs Arin, she’s got tears in her eyes and thanks him for being so understanding and tells him he’s going to make a wonderful father to their child. Brian and Dan also join in the hug. Brian suggests the idea of becoming a pack and Arin agrees to it.
