Ugh @zombiecowboy65 infected me (…like a zombie) and I don’t even GO HERE. Omegaverse is usually not my cup of tea. But you explicitly asked so FINE have this mess that’s been sitting in my drafts.
Woe, Alpha Jean be upon ye
Alpha Jean whose body and mind have been in survival mode for too long for him to have had a rut after he first presented
Alpha Jean whose only knowledge of ruts is what the backliners did to him
Alpha Jean who was locked in rooms with Alphas during their ruts
Alpha Jean who was led to believe that Alphas can’t control themselves when on their ruts and not only do they have to have sex, it will be violent and degrading and consuming to whoever is unlucky enough to be near by
Alpha Jean who learns that alphas are reduced to their base instincts during their ruts and being so, so grateful that he doesn’t get his and will never inflict this kind of pain on others, will never be forced into his base instincts and act on the rot inside of him
Alpha Jean going into pre-rut for the first in California and panicking
Immediately buying handcuffs and muzzles and locks and chains and every single thing he can think of to stop himself
Nearly in tears over the thought of what he’s going to become
Begging the girls to go somewhere, anywhere else, to lock him away and leave until it's over (all that Jean knows of rut rooms is what the backliners did to him. The girls assume he just doesn’t want to go to one)
They’re too worried over him to leave him but nothing they say will calm him down
He’s apologizing over and over again and nearly incoherent with panic
He can’t stomach the idea of going somewhere else and inflicting himself upon others and the thought of hurting the girls has him nearly tearing his own fangs out but they won’t listen and they’re not believing him and he’s going to ruin everything and ruin them and he’s so, so sorry and he would rather die than do this to anyone but he can’t help it, he can feel it coming and why won’t they listen to him and-
In the end, they promise to use the restraints on him if needed and reluctantly start carrying the equivalent of Alpha specific pepper spray when in the house
Alpha Jean who is so unused to having ruts that he doesn’t understand the symptoms or how to read them
Alpha Jean whose rut hits early
And he’s
Protective.
Caring. Concerned. Almost doting
He makes the girls breakfast and sort of looms over them (he’s certainly not HOVERING how dare you suggest that) until they eat it all
He frets over whether they’ll be too hot on the way to class or if they have enough sunscreen and insists on filling their water bottles himself
He makes them promise to text him as soon as each of their classes end
He checks their phone battery four times EACH before he lets them leave the house
He’s anxious and pacing the entire time they’re gone
They come back to find the house spotless and dinner being made
They come back with Jeremy in tow
And the care taking gets about 20 times more intense
Jean frets and grumbles and looms and lightly pushes them around until he’s satisfied that they’re comfortable and safe and content.
He herds them all into the living room where he can keep an eye on them and doesn’t even pretend to be watching the movie they put on
He piles blankets on Cat and Laila and snacks next to Jeremy
He checks the door so many times that Laila reveals her door jam contraption and demonstrates how useful it is TWICE before Jean can settle
He gets up to patrol every hour
He lightly grumbles and growls and gently manhandles Jeremy until he has him where he wants him
He gets Renee to text him proof of life and safety of Kevin, Neil, and herself
He doesn't want to see them but he asks after the rest of the floozies and the freshmen three different times
Jeremy yawns one (1) ONE time and suddenly everyone is being ushered into bed
He absolutely refuses to even entertain the thought of Jeremy going back to his house
He gets up several times during the night to check on the girls and the locks on the doors and windows
He’s aware vaguely that he’s horny but it pales in comparison to how much he needs to make sure that everyone is safe and happy
He’s abnormally physically affectionate with of them. It stays purely platonic. It stays exceedingly gentle
He mostly seems to want them close
He seems to like tucking them into his sides or running his hands over their hair
He seems lightly obsessed with their hydration
He doesn’t let anyone else cook even one time
He scents the edges of the doors and windows, his scent saturated with protection and blaring a warning sign that a strong, dangerous predator lives here and to approach with caution
He visibly battles with wanting to scent the others as well until Cat scents him first, after which he scents them constantly. Gentle. Unobtrusive. But present. Clear. They are under his protection.
He gets visibly antsy whenever one of them leaves his line of sight.
He's obviously tuned in to how they're behaving and obsessed with making sure they're happy and comfortable
Jeremy seems happiest when near to Jean and so there he stays. Jean always finds a way to be close, often pressing their sides together, wrapping an arm around Jeremy’s shoulder, and one memorable time taking him by the hand to lead him where he wants them both to go
Cat likes to be touching him in some way, feet poking into his thigh on the couch, a hand combing through his hair, leaning against him in the kitchen, so Jean always makes sure he's close enough for her to touch
Laila likes to brush his hair or have her hair played with in return so Jean is suddenly sitting on the floor a lot more, leaning back against whatever chair Laila is in, making himself accessible to her. It's not just that he's available, either. He actively encourages her. He relaxes when she brushes his hair, scent going smug and pleased when her scent shifts to fond and amused.
He determines, seemingly at random, which one of them is the most vulnerable and watches over them like a hawk until he switches to someone else
His friends are, of course, completely and utterly, helplessly endeared by the whole thing.
The only time he even remotely flashes with aggression is when Jeremy’s phone goes off and the ringtone isn’t for someone from the team. He insistently scents Jeremy again after he silences his phone. It could be innocent. If his scent wasn’t pouring off protection and comfort and possession.
By the time it’s over, the others have all fallen even more in love with him. Jeremy in a different way from the girls.
Jean is slightly mortified by the way he acted and horrified by the idea that he might have been CONTROLLING but that thought is hurriedly and thoroughly squashed by the other three who insist that he was GENTLE and CARING and SWEET and GOOD until he starts grumbling and blushing
Alpha Jean who’s finally allowed to indulge his alpha instincts
Alpha Jean who discovers that those instincts are to protect and care for the ones he loves
Alpha Jean who, even in the most intense parts of his rut, wanted to physically curl around the vulnerable people in his life and put himself bodily between them and any perceived danger
Alpha Jean who learns what it means to succumb to his base instincts and that his most base instinct is to protect
I’m fresh out of sympathy fucks for the leopards eating my face crowd who are all on tiktok crying and crying about how they’re losing everything and how they’re experiencing *Insert Thing They Voted On That They Thought Would Harm People They Hate*. I don’t care about them. I don’t care.
I care about the people they did this to first. I care about the people who already died from these policies, who are dying, and who will die because these assholes chose it to be. I care about the Black/Indigenous/Immigrant people they’ve been doing this shit to since forever. I care about the disabled people who they’ve been doing this shit to since forever. I care about the queer people they’ve been doing this shit to since forever. I care about the women they’ve been doing this shit to since forever.
But I will not ever care for the cruel assholes crying over leopards gnawing on their faces when their entire lives have been deeply dedicated to siccing those leopards on the already vulnerable masses and laughing. Fuck them. I don’t fucking care.
🐦 ― 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
( Various quotes taken from the infamous book written by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone. As seen on Mr. Bigolas Dickolas Wolfwood's tweet )
Sometimes you have to hold a person, though they'll mistake embrace for strangulation.
I want to be a body for you.
I want to chase you, find you.
I want to be eluded and teased and adored.
I want to be defeated and victorious.
I want you to cut me, sharpen me.
I want to drink tea beside you in ten years or a thousand.
I want to meet you in every place I ever loved.
Listen to me. I am your echo.
I would rather break the world than lose you.
But when I think of you, I want to be alone together.
I want to be a context for you, and you for me.
I love you, and I love you, and I want to find out what that means together.
I wonder what of me there is in you.
I love you and I love you and I love you, on battlefields, in shadows.
In the deapths of lonely woods where I wandered in my youth, staring up - and even then you watched me.
You slid back through my life, and I have known you since before I knew you.
And everyone is alive, somewhere in time.
Adventure works in any strand—it calls to those who care more for living than for their lives.
Have you ever had a hunger that whetted itself on what you fed it?
Sometimes I think that’s what I have instead of friends.
Love is what we have, against time and death, against all the powers ranged to crush us down.
Tell me something true, or tell me nothing at all.
Sometimes when you write, you say things I stopped myself from saying.
It's amazing how much blue there is in the world if you look.
I travel farther and faster and harder than most, and I read, and I write, and I love cities.
I would have fought you forever.
I would have wrestled you through time.
It’s not that I never noticed before how many red things there are in the world.
