Characters: Ron slider Kerner, Nick Goose Bradshaw, tom iceman Kazansky
Prompts: captivity
Warning: Dark goose, captivity, locked in a room kinda left to die, omegaverse of some sort
Summary: Ron made a mistake when he allowed tom to kiss him, nick makes sure he know his place as an omega.
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One of The omegaverse bits translated!!
Ron whined.
It was such a pathetic sound, so so damn pathetic. Worse than a pup. And he was not a pup. (Had he ever been one? Truly?)
The door opened slightly, letting in a pale ray of light, Ron curled up on himself against the opposite wall. Light made his eyes sting.
Oh. Oh, perhaps he was allergic to light all of sudden? If that was it then his Nicky had locked him there, in that room without windows, to keep him safe, because the light would hurt him and his Nicky loved him.
"Hey sweetheart."
Ron breathed deeply, he let Nick's smell fill his lungs and senses. His hands were cool on his warm, almost feverish skin. Ron looked up with lingering eyes. He let out a slow, soft moan from dry lips. Nick smiled at the sound.
His Nick was so good and sweet with him, so careful. He brought a water bottle to his lips, water dripping down his chin and ruined uniform, but it wasn't Nicky's fault, it was him forgetting how to drink.
Ron moaned again, tears stinging at the side of his eyes as he coughed the little water he managed to get down.
"Easy, easy sweetheart, we don't want you to choke on it, right?"
Ron shook his head. With a sweet caress with the hand that Ron felt so desperate to follow, Nick moved away. he took the bottle with him. Ron was still thirsty but he kept quiet. His Nicky surely knew what was best for him, as always.
Nick sighed.
"You'll have to stay here a little longer. Sweetie, it's for your own good, that alpha is dangerous, and we don't want you to be in danger, do we?"
Ron quickly shook his head. He wanted to tell him that Tommy wasn't as dangerous as Nick painted him, he had even been kind and accompanied him back home. Ron liked Tommy, but Nicky didn't, so Ron couldn't like him.
"You still stink of him."
Nick growled and Ron shrugged off of the white uniform with wide, fearful eyes. He had liked that uniform, so white and soft.
Tommy said that soon he would've pinned the wings on it too, and they would fly together.
"Nicky will never let me... but I'd like it..." he had said, sinking his nose on Tom's neck, Tom's hands were in his hair.
"He'll have to, he doesn't own you, sunshine."
Oh, but it wasn't true.Ron didn't say it, he moaned against his neck and Tom laughed before kissing him.
Nick stared at him, the uniform discarded on the floor, Ron's body naked before him. It would take one single step to take him. One step and that stupid, pathetic omega would remember who he belonged to.
But no, he wasn't in the right mood. Sure he liked his body just fine, and he liked the way ron moved under his hand. But with that smell on him... ugh, no. Just no.
He kicked the clothes in a corner and turned on his heels, opened the door, and left.
Ron didn't know how long ago that had been, time was weird. He knew he was thirsty. And he knew his stomach stopped growling in hunger and just hurt from cramps.
The door opened again and he squeezed his eyes shut, covering them with his hands.
Whoever, Nick?, it was he didn't close it, light filtered inside. His eyes hurt, they hurt so much and so did his head. But he couldn't speak, his mouth and throat too dry for that.
"What have they done to you? Sunshine, oh my beautiful---"
He knew that voice. He dreamed of that voice.
Ron moved his hands away and opened one eye.
Tommy.
Tommy was surrounded by light, like an angel. and he was so, so beautiful that Ron couldn't stop looking at him even though it hurt.
Tom walked closer, he noticed the discarded uniform, the blood staining it, and the naked body in front of him. He draped a blanket around his shoulders and lifted him into his arms.
"Alright... let's get you away."
Nicky would get angry he had been taken away, Ron thought briefly, dazed. But he was so tired, and Tom's arms were so strong and warm, holding him close.
Never before ron felt as safe as the moment he let his eyes fall shut and leaned his head against Tom's shoulders.
Hal is not an easily jealous man, but when Nick’s around, Hal holds tighter to you. Nick oozes charm in a way that Hal has to work at. But Hal knows that you love him and wouldn’t look twice at Nick
This also gives me alpha Hal and Alpha Nick vibes, sharing an omega. Nick is the opposite of Hal-he gets easily jealous, except with Hal. Both men take care of you in the ways that you need-Nick a bit rougher, Hal a bit sweeter-balanced just the way you like it
It's not a nice story so far. Nick is not a nice alpha, and neither is mav. But nick mostly likes to guilt trip Ron so much, ever since Ron was younger and nick basically bought him.
Ron is an omega, younger than in canon (I'm thinking of setting this au in the one where Ron is the same age as mav, just because. It will make tom even more protective.)
Tom is still Ron's pilot, he would like to scoop him away and ran, but he can't, needs to be careful.
(Chris seresin be there too. He's an Alpha already with a bond to tom. If possible he will be even more protective.)
(Also... I don't write smut, usually. Please, mercy....)
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Not every Alpha, Ron told himself. Not every alpha was like that.
Nick wasn't like that either, in truth, Ron convinced himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, the bruise around his eye carefully concealed with enough makeup that his skin would appear normal. Untouched.
Nick was like that because Ron pushed him.
He knew his alpha was jealous, he knew he made a mistake when he chose to become iceman RIO and take his distance from him. From his alpha! His mate. Hos protector. Because that was Nick, at the end of the day. His savior from a father who cared nothing. The beacon in the darkness that took him away from an almost certain early death. Nick bought him, he saved him, he even gave him a chance to fly. Not many omega become navy aviators, it was because of nick if he had the chance. And how did he repay him? He left. He walked, flew away with tom. Like the stupid omega he was. It was normal Nick was angry now.
But Ron would make it alright, he said. Ron would make amend for that.
There was a new alpha strutting beside nick. He was small, physically looking more like an omega, but the smell, oh it was unmistakable. Everything about Maverick screamed alpha so very loud and fast.
Ron, on the other hand--
"He still smells like Iceman."
Maverick's voice was almost a whine coming from the bed. Ron flinched.
He showered carefully, he used the soap Nick chose, despite the pine smell being so strong and he really didn't like it. Plus, it itched on his skin, for some reason, but he wouldn't complain, Nick liked it, and he would use it.
"I know, Mavi."
Ron could hear a barely concealed growl in his tone. He didn't move. He waited.
"Come here sweetheart. Let's get that stench away, mh?"
He didn't smell tom on himself, he was sure, so very sure, and he knew because he missed his smell, but he couldn't refuse, there would be consequences, bad ones.
He shuffled on bare feet back in the bedroom, allowed Maverick to grab his hand, wrap his fingers around his wrist and pull him on the bed. He bit his shoulder before Nick even moved. Nick laughed, his hand in Ron's hair, grasping, pulling.
"So eager, my little alpha."
Ron felt blood trickle from his shoulder.
"I like how he tastes, Goose. can you blame me?" He looked like a predator, grinning, licking his lips, passing his tongue over the bite. "It's all your fault, you made me taste him once. You should've warned me Omegas were addictive. I've never had one before."
Like Ron was a meal or something. Nick pinned him down. Training would start in 30 minutes--
"Don't worry about that sweetheart. We'll make sure you're nice and presentable for that. and Iceman will know who you belong to. We only lend you to him because he needs a RIO, and without you in his backseat things would be so boring here."
Tom could beat them even without him, Ron knew that. He remained quietly careful not to let it slip out.
"Say, Mavi... do you want the honor? I'm... I feel generous today."
Ron felt Maverick shift over him, he could feel excitement wash over the younger Alpha. his fingers digging into his arm, it would leave a mark, Ron knew. But it would be covered by the flight suit, and anyway everyone knew he was an omega, and as any good, proper one he had to please and bear the marks his Alpha left on him. It should've been proud of showing them. And he was so lucky, he forced his brain to think, he had two Alphas taking care of him.
(He didn't want to. but oh, he would show off any mark Tom would ever decide to put on him. Except Tom never left marks, Tom was careful, Tom was oh so gentle. Tom, he delusionally thought to himself, truly loved him.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle, You'll even be able to sit after."
"Oh Mavi... You've always been such a softie." Nick chuckled. "But you shouldn't worry about that. just have all the fun you want, look at him, he exists only to please us, why care if he can or cannot sit after?"
"We have a debrief. It would be so distracting to have him squirm around because he can't sit still. Just imagine all those hungry ones in the room eyeing him, Goose. Can't have that."
There had been a time Ron thought Maverick could be more like Tom, gentle, nice. How silly of him to think that, Nick showed him around, he took him under his wing, how could he be different from him?
"smart, yeah. well honey, have it your way, then."
For a brief, fleeting moment, Ron thought he would warn him or something. he hoped, because he promised and--
But maverick was Nick's precious baby alpha, Ron should've known better than trust any word coming out of his mouth.
He bit him, again, on the other shoulder, Ron suppressed a moan, biting down on the pillow. He penetrated him without warning.
Ron yelped, shame washing over him at the sound he tried so hard to keep to himself.
"Careful Mavi. Don't fill him up, even though that's what such a pretty omega deserves. Save it for after , when we're off deployment."
"But won't he be sent with Iceman?"
Goose growled and with suppressed laughter maverick thrusts grew faster.
"He's my... our omega. After this, Iceman will have to find a brand new rio."
Maverick grinned, bit down on him again, exactly over the previous mark, licked the contour, sucked hard, enough to bruise.
"Ours?"
"Ours." Nick confirmed. "And you will have your nice little pup. Give little Brad a brother or sister to play with. Hopefully our sweetheart will be good enough to give us a little alpha, mh?"
He didn't want a kid, Ron thought. He never wanted one. Not with Maverick. Certainly not with Nick. Not even with Tom-- Well, maybe if Tom asked, he-- kids were troublesome, even more in their line of work. A kid meant he would not fly for an extended time, and carrying a kid could-- it could kill him. Break him. He saw it happen. Besides, he wasn't cut to be a parent, he had no idea where to start, not with the kind of father he had. The father who sold him off to Nick to begin with.
"I said, you will be good enough, yes?"
Nick grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. He whined.
"Come on sweetheart, he asked you a question." Maverick said, his voice dangerously close and sweet.
Ron nodded.
"Let us hear your voice when you answer honey."
He opened his mouth again to answer when Maverick thrusted faster and deeper inside of him, on purpose, he knew, and all Ron could do was let out a loud moan.
Nick patted his head with a chuckle.
"Well, that's good too. so good, right Mavi?"
Maverick was wrapped on him, the height difference almost painfully obvious, but crumpled on the bed, left a moaning, sweaty mess, it was so clear that Ron was so much not an Alpha like he tried to pass the very first day, before Nick set his eyes back on him and decided he let him off the hook for far too long and he wanted that rightfully his omega back to himself. Sharing him with Maverick was almost obvious.
A couple more thrusts before Maverick raised his head slightly.
"Turn around baby, I want to look at you."
It took a bit of trying, with Maverick still holding so tight.
Ron's face was flushed red, half- lidded eyes staring at Maverick.
"Please..." He whispered, he wasn't even sure anymore what he was praying him for. Release from that torture? to finish him? fill him until he blacked out completely? His mind was blank already, and the two Alphas both knew.
Maverick seemed to think of it for a moment, he smirked.
"Open up."
If anything, Ron's eyes grew wider.
"Not your eyes baby." he chuckled, he moved slowly. Put his thumb in Ron's mouth.
"We don't want to make a mess, right? because you know what happens if you make a mess. So be good now baby. Be good and swallow it all."
Ron felt choking as Maverick came in his mouth.
"God, Mavi... you really know how to bring out the best look on him, don't you? So damn pretty."
A couple longer seconds before Maverick pulled out and looked at him satisfied.
"Clean yourself up, quick. we have a lesson in 10, we won't be late because our omega needs some care."
Hard, almost cruel, so different from a moment ago, and yet not that much, Ron knew.
"Are you okay?"
Tom asked, purposely ignoring Nick's low growl from where he was sitting in front of them, Maverick leaned back in his chair, relaxed.
"I'm good, Ice." His voice felt weird, raw, his throat hoarse, lips still red and swollen. He heard Chipper inspire harshly when he walked inside next to Tom, he knew why. Jesus, he must be smelling like Maverick so damn much.
"Okay." Tom said, slowly. He wrapped an arm around Ron's shoulder, but in a quick movement, Ron moved himself.
"We-- you can't." He muttered, not even looking at him. "Please."
Reluctantly, Tom dropped his arm off of Ron's shoulder. Goose grinned.
Characters: Ron slider Kerner, nick Goose Bradshaw, Pete maverick mitchell, tom iceman Kazansky
Prompts: solitary confinement, "make it stop"
Warning: Dark Nick Bradshaw, dark Pete Mitchell, possessive behavior, alpha/omega au, omega Ron, alpha nick, alpha Pete, alpha tom
Summary: [ITALIAN ONLY FOR NOW SORRY] quando Nick nota Ron al bar qualcosa scatta. Intende riprendersi l'omega che Iceman è riuscito a portargli via, ed è disposto a tutto per farlo.
Maverick inclinò la testa con un sorrisetto, arricciò il naso e si appoggiò alla spalla di Goose.
"Era quello lì? Seriamente?"
Nick borbottò qualcosa, non aveva ancora distolto lo sguardo da Slider. Erano passati anni, non sembrava cambiato molto, eccetto forse che non era un pilota alla fine. No, era solo un RIO. Non che avesse mai avuto la stoffa del pilota, a dire il vero. Era solo un ragazzetto troppo magro e fragile. O almeno lo era stato. Era cresciuto adesso.
Nick non riuscì a frenare il ghigno che gli si dipinse sul viso. Slider ancora doveva notarlo, era avvinghiato al suo alpha come se la sua stessa vita dipendesse da quello. Tom parlava con la barista, aveva alzato una mano e la passava tra i capelli corti dell'uomo alle sue spalle, affondò le dita nei riccioli che si erano salvati quando aveva tagliato i capelli. Poi gli passò un drink, non prima di averne provato un sorso. Oh, certo. Tom era sempre stato assurdamente protettivo.
"Un omega? Oh, goose, da te non me lo sarei mai aspettato. È così... inferiore."
Si leccò le labbra.
"Già. Ma era mio. E intendo riprendermelo."
"Da condividere?"
Goose guardò brevemente Maverick, poi scrollò le spalle.
"Solo perché sei tu, Pete. Potrei anche cedertelo per un po'."
"Inizia a piacermi. Come pensi di prenderlo?"
Nick fischiettò, vide come Slider si mosse, si spostò, sembrò drizzare le orecchie. Nick sorrise ancora, soddisfatto.
"Ero io il suo padrone, non Mr alpha perfettino. Sarà lui a venire da me."
Tom ringhiò e strinse la presa su Ron che chiuse gli occhi e affondò il naso contro il suo collo.
Goose conosceva quel suono, quel ringhio. "Mio", sembrava dire. Ah-- come se Slider potesse effettivamente essere suo quando Nick si era premurato che il marchio che portava sulla pelle gli ricordasse ogni volta a chi appartenesse in realtà. Avrebbe marchiato anche Mav, se solo avesse acconsentito. In realtà doveva ancora chiederglielo, e sapeva che l'alpha più giovane non avrebbe detto di no, ma voleva il suo permesso prima. Era pur sempre un alpha. Slider, d'altro canto, senza appartenere a nessuno era destinato a morire. Non si era fatto, all'epoca, troppi problemi a lasciare che Nick lo giostrasse e prendesse come voleva. Poi era subentrato Tom.
Tom, con quella sua aria da cavaliere senza macchia e senza paura. Tom, che credeva di poter arrivare e prendere quello che era suo. E quello stupido omega aveva lasciato fare. Non lo biasimava, su quello. Ron non voleva a altro che appartenere a qualcuno. Ma quel qualcuno era lui. Doveva essere lui. Aveva speso soldi per quella patetica--
"Mio. Mio. Mio." Ron si avvolse sulla sua schiena, sfregò il volto nell'incavo del suo collo.
Oh, Tom l'aveva notato. Bene. Era quello che goose voleva. Voleva che vedesse nel momento in cui quel piccolo, patetico omega tornava dal suo padrone come era giusto facesse.
E lo avrebbe punito, decise Nick. Lo avrebbe punito e avrebbe addirittura consentito a Mav di aiutarlo. Doveva imparare la lezione, cosa aveva pensato di fare? scappare in quel modo con il primo alpha che trovava? Volare?
Ah! Come se fosse davvero in grado di mantenere abbastanza controllo, e volare con un Alpha, anche peggio. Doveva aver fatto un bel lavoretto per aver avuto quell'occasione, un lavoretto coi fiocchi. Beh, Nick sapeva bene quanto bastava quanto Slider fosse abile con la bocca. Probabilmente non c'era voluto troppo a convincere il comandante. Gli aveva insegnato lui, dopotutto.
Nick fischiettò ancora prima di voltarsi e trascinare Mav via con sé. Rise quando l'eco basso del ringhiò giunse alle sue orecchie. Oh, non vedeva l'ora di farlo a pezzi. E lo avrebbe fatto davanti a quel perfetto alpha che pensava di poter avere tutto.
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Ron conosceva quel profumo. Lo conosceva e faceva di tutto per ignorarlo.
Oh, forse entrare nella marina non era stata quella grande idea, alla fine. Tutti quegli alpha lì attorno, quegli occhi puntati su di lui. Non che dessero fastidio, non con Tom al suo fianco. Aveva passato così tanto tempo a comportarsi da alpha per compiacere suo padre, finché l'uomo, stanco di quel rifiuto, di quell'errore, di quel nato sbagliato che aveva infangato la sua linea, non lo aveva venduto. Come si conviene ad un buon omega, dopotutto.
Nick, il suo padrone, il suo Alpha, era... a Ron piaceva. Era gentile. Era caldo. Le sue mani erano morbide e delicate sulla sua pelle.
Nick era buono con lui, era Ron ad essere sbagliato, e Nick era costretto a punirlo, ma Ron avrebbe imparato, promise. Si sarebbe guadagnato il suo affetto. Il suo amore.
Ron lo aveva guardato con quegli occhi che Nick diceva sembravano di un cerbiatto, e aveva promesso di essere perfetto.
"Amore? Oh, sei proprio una dolcezza. Ma se avessi voluto amore avrei scelto qualcuno in grado di darmi dei figli."
Posso farlo. Posso darteli. Se me lo chiedi-- ma Ron non lo disse. Sarebbe stato il perfetto omega e Nick lo avrebbe amato, alla fine.
(Si domandò a quanto suo padre era stato disposto a lasciarlo andare. Si domandò quanto valesse. Sperava tanto, era-- non era il classico omega, non era piccolino e fragile e sottomesso. Sperava che il suo alpha--)
Il suo alpha, l'alpha che Ron amava, aveva amato, l'alpha che aveva marchiato la sua iniziale sul suo petto era lì, in quella stanza e Ron non era certo di poter, voler, resistere.
Tom non lo avrebbe lasciato andare. Ron non voleva andare, non dopo quello che era successo.
(Ma era stata colpa sua. Aveva provocato il suo Alpha e nick era stato costretto a punirlo. A legarlo in quella stanzetta senza finestre, con un collare troppo stretto al collo e l'uniforme di cui ron andava così fiero, a brandelli e macchiata di sangue. Lo aveva provocato lui, meritava di restare rinchiuso da solo finché nick non avesse deciso che era abbastanza.)
Ma il suo profumo era così dolce. Invitante.
(No. No, Ron era in controllo. Di sé stesso, della sua vita.)
"Ron? Stai bene?"
La voce di Tom era bassa. Un sussurro. Si era avvicinato, le labbra contro il suo orecchio, il respiro caldo su di lui. Vicino. Così vicino. Ron respirò a fondo, riempì i polmoni del suo profumo, cercò di scacciare quello di Nick.
Alpha. Alpha. Alpha.
Nick lo aveva comprato. Lo aveva marchiato. Apparteneva a lui.
A Ron sembrò di annegare. Gli parve di andare a fondo senza speranza alcuna di sopravvivere. Ogni parte di lui urlava e strepitava, lo spingeva verso il baratro.
Verso Nick.
Era un richiamo che non poteva frenare per quanto provasse. Per quanto volesse.
Avrebbe, aveva, chiesto a Tom di marchiarlo. Di renderlo suo. Solo suo.
"Qualunque cosa tu voglia, Tommy. La farò. Sarò chiunque mi chiedi di essere. Ma ti prego-- ti prego."
Aveva cercato di grattare via la cicatrice sul petto, di tagliarla. Tom lo aveva baciato, stringendo le mani che tenevano il coltello, gettandolo dall'altro lato della stanza. Finché la cicatrice era sul suo corpo, Ron non sarebbe mai stato libero.
"Fallo smettere... fallo smettere ti prego. Se dici che sono tuo, che sei il mio padrone allora la smetterà. Tom-- tommy ti prego--" gemette. Tom non lo disse mai.
Ron aveva le guance arrossate dal caldo e dal sole quando i suoi passi lo portarono davanti a Goose e Maverick. Conosceva l'alpha più giovane di fama, ma null'altro. Non sembrava un alpha. Così come lui non sembrava un omega, di solito.
"Hey dolcezza. Deciso di tornare a casa?"
No, voleva dire. Deciso di romperti la faccia a pugni e essere libero.
Lil' snippet of the dark omegaverse I've started for whumptober.
Feat. Bits of smut, dark nick and mav, omega Ronnie.
(Not feat. The not so nice navy background with Omegas.)
"Careful Mavi. Don't fill him up, even though thats what such a pretty omega deserves. Save it for after , when we're off deployment."
"But won't he be sent with Iceman?"
Goose growled and with suppressed laughter maverick thrusts grew faster.
"He's my... our omega. After this, Iceman will have to find a brand new rio."
Maverick grinned, bit down in him again, exactly over the previous mark, licked the contour, sucked hard, enough to bruise.
"Ours?"
"Ours." Nick confirmed. "And you will have your nice little pup. Give little Brad a brother or sister to play with. Hopefully our sweetheart will be good enough to give us a little alpha, mh?"
