NSFW - What death note or naruto characters do you think are pure vanilla and which absolutely filthy, I’m talking want you to cum inside suck it out and spit it in their faces kind of filth.. the duality
Pure Vanilla
Matsuda - Matsuda wants romantic, baby-making sex every time. He's sensitive. He is shy when he's naked. He's easily embarrassed. He's a pervert but only when it's about his Alpha and never about himself. Mans wants to be treated nicely at all times.
Add a Little Spice
Light - Light is not one to give up control in the bedroom and he likes what he likes. I put him here because he's willing to try new things if his Alpha says he might enjoy it.
Near - Near has no frame of reference for sex outside of his mate so when they start having sex, he's learning and what he learns is that he likes vanilla more often than not. However he is also curious so if something catches his attention and if the tingles are good, he's gonna wanna try.
L - L is similar to Near but only that he's never had sex outside of his Alpha. He likes erring on the side of comfort with it as well. But the man went through puberty and wrote down every time he had a thought that send a jolt through his clit so he could explore it later.
Unhinged Filth
Mello - Mello is a Certified Freak. He will try almost anything once. He needs his dick appointments to match his moods. He made a code word list to help his Alpha give him what he needs because it's the closest thing to his Alpha reading his mind he can get.
Matt - Certified Freak No 2. Mans lives on the internet. Mans is a gamer. Mans got himself an Alpha and the beast was unleashed. Does not care, Will never care, Wears his Monogamous Slut pin with pride.
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,”
Tags: Fluff, Inspired by true real life events, Omegaverse, Alpha!Frank, Omega!Matt, Bickering and cursing, My first public fanfiction, not beta read because I’m not afraid of death-
Triggers: Hopefully None :)
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Frank looks on in both awe and disgusted fascination as Matt shovels an entire omelet down his gullet in one forkful, ruby glasses drooping down his nose slightly as his jaw works tenaciously to break down his food.
“Taste good?” Frank says, tone portraying his amusement to the munching omega, lips quirked up in one corner. Matt nods enthusiastically, incapable of speaking, cheeks closely resembling that of a hungry chipmunk.
Letting out a pleased rumble Frank nudges his own plate across the table to the other man, a sense of pride swelling in his chest as he watches his mate enjoy the breakfast he’s cooked for him. Matt reaches for the offered plate but stops himself last minute, swallowing the last of his own meal finally with a large gulp.
“No, that one’s yours, Frank. You eat that.” Matt says with a frown, pulling his hand away and looking as though he can’t even believe Frank would have the audacity to do such a thing.
Truth is though, he very much can… They’ve gone through this song and dance ever since the very first time the alpha cooked for Matthew.
“I can make more. Eat.” Frank’s knuckles push the plate towards Matt again, the white saucer scooting forward several inches before coming into contact with the back of the omega’s hand. It’s instantly pushed back from whence it came.
“Frank, it’s okay. You have it.” Matt states firmly, only to sigh when the omelet is inevitably pushed back towards him. “Frank.”
“You want a fresh one? I can make you one, will only take a couple of minutes.” Frank’s already standing up to do exactly that when Matt exclaims an exasperated “Ugh, fine! But you better eat after this.”
Frank chuffs happily, taking Matt’s clean plate back over to the stove, his own food left completely untouched.
5-8 minutes later, Frank puts the new and steaming omelet in front of Matt along with a fork, pressing a quick kiss to his temple as he sets it on the table top.
It isn’t until Matt takes his first bite that Frank leaves his side to sit in his chair again, cutting up his own cold omelet with the side of his fork and eating it unbothered.
Two bites in and-
“You want something to drink, Red?”
“Frank, I swear to fucking God—“
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The inspiration for this came from the fact that my Dad is a marine, and after having served in Iraq and seeing all the starving people he can be really pushy when it comes to feeding me and my family… The man won’t even sit down at the table with us until all of our plates are filled and everybody who wants a drink has one. He also straight up refuses to take any food for himself until we have all gotten our own portions. This very scenario plays out EVERY DINNER AND BREAKFAST with my parents and it never fails to make me bite my lip and stifle a grin. I hope you enjoyed and please give me constructive criticism and feed back, this is the first time I’ve actually posted a fanfic…
Matty and Franky, future dads! Matt in addition to being an Omega will have a special relationship with the baby throughout the pregnancy. The months are not going to be easy Frank, good luck Alpha.
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.
You sat stiffly on the bathroom counter quietly letting Matt take care of the lacerations across your stomach. They were just deep enough to need stitching which Bruce had done in Wakanda after the battle. Since returning to your own kingdom Matt and Frank have been hovering. You could hardly do anything yourself and forget trying to go anywhere alone. You knew there would come a time where this behavior would begin to drive you insane, but it hasn’t come yet.
At the moment Matt was cleaning the wounds as well as putting a glaze over top of it to help ease the pain. You couldn’t take your eyes off his concentrated face. His eyes fluttered around you as his hands gently took care of you.
Your arms are resting on his shoulders keeping them out of his way. You couldn’t help but to softly play with his hair. Every now and then you’d hear his purr, but it wouldn’t last as he focused on you.
“Will I live, doc?” You ask softly. A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips. One of your hands cups the back of his neck. Your fingers glide over his soft skin as you move it to the front of his face. Your thumb brushes over his lips, tracing the grin.
“It’s close,” He murmurs grabbing the wrap for both your ribs and lacerations. “But I think you’ll pull through,” He teases. You huff a small laugh before settling. He leans closer, stepping deeper between your legs, and wraps your midsection.
“Thank you, baby,” You whisper, kissing him softly. Matt sighs leaning into you. Neither of you move when your lip’s part.
You’ve been home for barely two weeks. It hasn’t been easy. Natasha’s death still haunts you in your dreams, even during the day, and you doubt it’ll stop anytime soon. If it’s not Natasha haunting you it’s the war against Fisk and the battle in Wakanda. Being trapped in the Wakandan dungeon has made you hate tight places. The war has made you uneasy with quick movements and loud noises. It’s been an adjustment.
Your eyes open when you smell Frank coming towards the two of you. Matt’s head falls into the crook of your neck. You purr as he scents you, his arms circling around your waist. Frank crosses his arms leaning against the doorway. He’s smiling at the both of you softly.
You knew that with the both of them by your side you’d be just fine. Fisk is gone and so is Killmonger. The nations have been redivided and wealth distributed. Frank is no longer in the shadows and your destined is crowned Queen. Everything’s falling into place. Even if shit hits the fan again you know you’ll be able handle it with your lovers.
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Ok, so that’s how I’m ending what I’ll call Part One of the series. I’m doing this because I know some people don’t like pregnancy tropes but that’s where I’m going to take this. So, this is a nice ending for people who don’t want to read that.
If you would like to continue being tagged, then I’ll tag you. I’m just going to assume everyone will want to continue being tagged UNLESS YOU TELL ME OTHER WISE! If you do not want to read the pregnancy part and you have been tagged and want to be removed from the list then shoot me a message, no hard feelings!
Thank you all for the love and support of this series and I cannot wait to continue!
Matt who can not fight against his nature. Frank asked him to put Daredevil aside for the baby's birth, but Matt hears all the noises, it chokes him and he only wants to go fight, but he has the baby and he knows he has to be careful.
I think this is something that is important in a Fratt Omegaverse FF and yet we never see it! Matt said to Foggy, he sleeps badly if he does not do something to silence the noises at night.
Because I'm frustrated with not having enough omegaverse, here's Fratt Omégaverse served on a silver platter.
I like to imagine Matthew, to go out at night to fight and the next morning to feel nausea again before realizing that his heat has delayed him worries but Frank is not there so he goes to see Claire to do exams . ~
