Rowan, an alpha, was okay delivering questionable items for his boss, Mr. Storm on one of those trips he stops at the well in Abingdon and sees his future mate. Derrick, an omega, is a music teacher he longs for a mate and children on his own he is also the mate Rowan saw in the well. Derrick stops a father from abusing his daughter he is arrested put in a holding cell there he meets Rowan and their lives change forever. Rowan comes to Derrick’s takes him home and visits again to ask him out.
In Super Bowl XLIX, Seahawks coach Pete Carroll made one of the most controversial calls in football history: With 26 seconds remaining, and trailing by four at the Patriots’ one-yard line, he called for a pass instead of a handing off to his star running back. The pass was intercepted, and the Seahawks lost. Critics called it the dumbest play in history. But was the call really that bad? Or did Carroll actually make a great move that was ruined by bad luck? Even the best decision doesn’t yield the best outcome every time.
“My favorite thing about Omegaverse is how the Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamic impacts the societies which has it. I seek out fics which do not ignore this aspect of the omegaverse. I also just enjoy the notion to begin with, it opens up a much broader space for gender when there are two factors to include. What if someone identified as one of their genders yet not the other?” (Mitzi, she/her or they/them, asexual homoromantic, 18-25, USA)
A small contribution: actually, male betas CAN get omegas (both of genres) pregnant in some versions of the extensive world of omegaverse. The differences, in these versions, begins with the “duration” of the link with his omega, formed because of the bite behind the neck: They must bite them from time to time; that, and they have to pass a lot of time with them because they can’t provide a strong smell like the alpha that would stay for a long time, so they have to be sure that the smell doens’t “drops” in any moment. Their relationships tends to be even more emotional/sentimental/honest in several cases because beta doesn’t get affected with the smell of the omega “heat”, so they tend to please them then they need to copulate (if the omega doesn’t take the medicine, I mean).
Dane’s company is making headlines for all the wrong reasons, as rumors of nefarious activity have begun to fly; and though he is a strong, commanding and charismatic alpha, even Dane cannot stand against the slanderous onslaught that threatens to take down his business.
“Ok coming right up” As Jess walked back to the kitchen, Jamie felt a wave of pain. He took deep breaths. it only lasted about 15 seconds. Jamie thought it was just Braxton hicks contractions, but a few minutes later he felt another rush of pain. This time it was more intense. When Jess came back with some egg and toast, Jamie felt another whoosh of pain. He didn’t want to tell Jess, because he didn’t think it was a big deal. Jess saw the look in her husbands eyes and knew something was wrong.
Summary: Lieutenant Keece, officer in the Rebel Galran military, has severely overestimated his knowledge of Alteans. Because Lance is in the corner, curled around a clutch of eggs and how did this even happen? Now he’s on his own while Lance is knocked out on some weird Altean oxygen deprivation trip, with eggs and then babies to look after and no idea how to do any of it.
I made a commitment to this fic and I intend to see it through to the end. But I am finding it hard right now because of my college course and poor mental health. Not to mention I’ve been struggling with writers block a lot.
It’s a dark and stormy night when Ciel awakes from his slumber. He yawns,groggily before draping his legs over the side of the bed,slowly pushing himself up,his hand on his heavily pregnant stomach to steady himself. He sighs deeply as he rubs his stomach,He smiles slightly as he feels kicking beneath his hand. He giggles a bit before waddling to the door. Half way there,He stops with a sudden pain in his belly,He rubs the sore place gently before speaking,
So I finished Striped and Bear and immediately had to read the second part of this story…so glad that I did. I love the premise of this story…differences bringing us together! Bears, tigers, oh my!!! This story picks up with Mark (Matthew’s younger brother) meeting his mate Zeke (Ezra’s cousin)…alright, a little contrite I know but the story was fantastic. Love, adventure, kidnapping, Polar bears…it’s all here. Thoroughly enjoyed this story and hope we get to see where the Bruner family and their mates (& kids) go next…Gus Klondike did another great job bringing the characters to live and using differing inflections to the characters. Good book…
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Good work! ^_^ However, at the end of the story, why Ciel has to leave the room while he also just gave birth to twins, and the father is Sebastian, not someone else. Maybe, it’d better if all 3 of them (especially Ciel and Sebastian) can rest together with their 4 children.
_ The kid watching how his parents interact and take care of one another and treat one another, so when the kid grows up and gets a family of their own they remember how Alfred and Artie acted as parents and use them as role models
What was up with the pov change? I get it. First person restricts the world building and story telling, but if you have a story where things need to be explained and actions are happening simultaneously you need third pov. And honestly it wasn’t all that necessary. The world building wasn’t extensive here. She writes Macs pov in restricted third so she might as well have just wrote it in first. The pov change was jarring and unnecessary to the story in my opinion. Which brings me to my next question:
Fanfiction is an endless world of possibilities. Through fic, we’re able to explore different dynamics between characters, follow plot threads not explored in the source material, or even completely turn the universes we love on their heads in any way we desire. Fanfiction has helped people consider aspects of themselves including gender, sexuality, and kinks, as well as work through emotions or life experiences through the settings and characters of media with which we’re already familiar. In short, fanfiction is one of the greatest creative outlets ever, and I would not be the same if I hadn’t discovered it.
Actually, I’ve never had this question asked so thank you for asking! I’d love to share my all time favs and considering that I’ve been reading Drarry for over a decade (fuck me I’m old), I have quite a few. Get ready, my dear, because you have just opened a can of worms…:D
Not everyone has as passionate views about Omegaverse, mind you. Alice (female, straight, 25-30, UK) says, “I’m… ambivalent. I don’t hate it with a passion, I find it weird, but it’s no weirder than some of the other fanfic phenomenons that have cropped up before.”
“I’m fine Cas. There is no reason for you and Sam to keep asking that.” Castiel sighed once again, but kept his eyes on the hunter. He seemed tense, but then again that was his mood most of the time nowadays.
Interesting premise.. I’m not familiar with mpreg stories, I think this is only my second book but I did enjoy the world building in this book. It was a depressing read at times but I enjoyed the story nonetheless.
“Yes…please, fuck!” Keith looked down at Lance with glazed eyes. “You’re the sharpshooter, right? It should be easy for you! Fuck, ah! Just…just shoot your sperm…right into my womb…fuck…please shoot inside of me…!” Lance found himself losing grasps on his load as Keith spoke. Fuck, shooting his sperm into Keith, filling him up, fuck it sounded so fucking good right now. He screwed his eyes shut, not wanting to watch as he begged for forgiveness on the inside.
Author’s summary: People leave in Beacon Hills, give up on the town, the people, on life itself. And he and Derek are still here, six years later, still able to drink a beer and share space. It’s kind of remarkable in a really understated way.
Each story is only a couple of hours – so it’s no biggie to knock the two stories out back to back. One note on the narration: I would have preferred a deeper voice for Zeke. He sounded a bit…small, and not at all what I would expect of a huge tiger shifter.
When an alpha-omega matchmaker sets them up on a date, one stolen kiss confirms what their wolves already knew: they’ve found their True Mate. Fate may want them together, but their precariously-balanced careers could very well keep them apart.
Joan is feeling a bit achy in the morning, but Sherlock urges her to come on a case with him in the middle of town anyway, telling her what she’s feeling is probably nothing. A few moments after they arrive to inspect the crime though, Joan’s stomach begins cramping and she feels water trickling down her thighs. When someone informs her she’s going into labor, she can’t believe it. She doesn’t look pregnant at all, and she hadn’t shown any symptoms. The baby was coming regardless of whether she believed she was pregnant or not.
Antok’s ears shot forwards as his kit emitted a tiny sneeze as she ate, whining and trying to paw at her head displeased with the way milk now covered the fur on her face. He chuckled lifting her gently in his hands cradling her closer to his own face so he could groom her. Many found his mouth gruesome to behold which wasn’t something he could help due to his mixed heritage. Larger then most galra his ears were further up on the sides of his head more and pointed almost straight upright. His eyes were the traditional galra yellow but one was scarred and blind and the ear on that side torn nearly to shreds. His mouth however was the scary part with a row of razor sharp teeth on the top and bottom and wider then normal taking up more of his face then the average galra.