27 Sep 2019
As a shifter in the Stark pack, you've grown to accept your new life. You're finally content as an Omega, but it isn't until circumstances force you to work together with an Alpha in the form of one Steve Rogers that your world is yet again turned upside down. And with an adversary out there on a quest for vengeance, the very existence of your kind is no longer a guarantee.
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies)
01 Oct 2019
Darcy's current situation is as follows -
Being on the run: bad
Being on the run without suppressants: worse
Having to proposition the Alpha supersoldier she’s on the run with: The Worst.
(Written for the 2019 Darcyland PromptkinSpice Challenge)
05 Oct 2019
Sansa Stark had dreamed of the day her red omega mark would appear. It would gradually shade into a soft golden color over the course of a year. Then, she'd be ready to marry an alpha from a great house with a matching golden mark - if a match could be found. Not every alpha and omega pair shared them, of course - her mother and father hadn't, and they still loved each other very much. But Sansa was a young woman who loved stories and songs. She was certain the day would come when Maester Luwin would smile at her and tell her he'd received a raven with word of her mate who shared the very same mark as hers.
But when Sansa's mark arrived, the gods played a cruel joke on her. Maester Luwin had already recorded a match for her in his book - Jon Snow. And since he was within the castle walls, she and Jon would go into heat that very night.
What happened next was a matter of survival.
The doors to the elevator opened and she walked in.
Seeing her for the first time in person felt homogeneously like a slap in the face.
A familiar tiny, had to be 5 foot, woman with short artfully messy chestnut hair with pretty umber eyes framed by the longest lashes, olive tanned skin, and a sweet-lipped mouth that would look so much better wet and red and—
The sweater she wore was baggy—would have likely been baggy on his own frame—and slipped off her shoulder as she yawned widely with those delectable-looking lips as she exited the elevator, pulling a suitcase behind her.
“Toni!” Rogers greeted with a grin.
Toni Stark, Antonia Margret Stark, Iron Maidan, threat level: 9, do not engage. Capture alive. Omega, he recited the information he knew about the woman.
Or: James wants Toni. He's patient.
- Part 7 of Warmth (Smutty WinterIron)
"He could smell her.
Even multiple train cars away, he could smell her. Except, Draco didn’t know who she was. He ignored his natural instincts to pant like a dog and follow the scent to the omega in the beginning stages of heat. Instead he willed himself to rub his knuckles against the rough wood of the table in front of him."