Bruce is feeling so pretty in his dress, especially that he’s the center of his two Kryptonian mates’ attention. Carrying half Kryptonian babies, Bruce is glowing 💃✨✨
Inspired by Bvlgari and The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli
May expand it into a full fledged fix at some point. My WIP folder is kinda full though
A/b/o, royalty, Krypton survived AU
Alpha!Kal, Omega!Zod, Feral Zod
(but if you know me you know that Omega Zod doesn't mean submissive, simpering Zod)
It was tradition for an alpha, on the cusp of their first rut, to be given an omega to mate with, to keep as their own.
Kal thought he had made it clear to his father that he had no interest in this tradition. He didn't want an omega. He liked them well enough, but all of the ones he was allowed to associate with, as the heir to the throne, were... Shallow, delicate things. And while he knew the military guild was mostly omegas, he didn't think he'd be given one of them. They were strong-willed, and independent. Not an ideal future consort.
Kal had thought his father understood he'd rather settle with a beta, or another alpha, but he could smell the omega as he stood in front of the door to his room. The omega was in heat, and distressed. Kal couldn't blame them, he was distressed, too.
He had spent the day feeling strangely on edge, and uncomfortably hot, and he just knew he was about to enter his first rut. It was a bit late, he was almost 20, and most alphas had their first right around the time they turned 18. He didn't want a rut, because he didn't want an omega, but his body had other plans, clearly.
Kal could faintly hear the omega snarling and growling through the thick door, and didn't know quite what to make of that. None of the omegas he knew would ever growl, much less snarl.
He opened the door, apprehensive and uncertain. And was only mildly surprised when a body slammed into him, sending him sprawling to the ground. What had surprised him, however, was the glimpse he had gotten of the omega's face before their face was buried in Kal's neck, vicious snarls giving way to content purrs.
After a moment, the omega moved down his body, dragging Kal into the room by his legs.
"Uh... General?" He questioned, keeping his voice soft, worried about setting off the older, clearly feral, Omega again.
"I take it you like your gift?"
Kal looked up, confusion clear on his face, into the smug face of his father, Emperor Jor-El.
"Wha-" Kal tried to ask his father what was going on, but he was cut off by a vicious snarl.
"Mine!" Zod hissed, throwing himself back on top of Kal, and snarling at the older El.
"Do enjoy yourself, Kal, and take care of General Zod, he's been on suppressants and denying himself this since before you were born," Jor waved as he shut the door, trapping Kal in his room with the feral General.
