AltaGraye

Alta’s MASTERLIST

Bucky Thangs:

Oneshots:

Big Girl Words: (SMUT! MINORS DNI!!! 18+ ONLY!)

Series:

Bucky x Pregnant!Reader:

How to Save a life pt 1

How to Save a life pt 2

Status: temporarily discontinued

Headcannons/Drabbles:

note: i really dunno what these are but alas, they are here for your consumption

Headcannon/Drabble pt 1

Headcannon/Drabble pt 2

Headcannon/Drabble pt 3

Status: temporarily discontinued

Stucky x Y/N Thangs:

Series:

Stuck (A/B/O):

A/B/O- Stuck pt 1

A/B/O- Stuck pt 2 (WARNING! contains SMUT! MINORS DNI!18+ONLY!)

A/B/O- Stuck pt 3

A/B/O- Stuck pt 4

A/B/O- Stuck pt 5

Status: ongoing

Time After Time (A/B/O)

World building notes part 1: Characters

World building notes part 2: Rules

World building notes part 3: ASD

Excerpt 1- ‘Not good enough’

Part 0.5: Prologue

Part 1: Three Fabrics in Time

Status: Ongoing

Bucky x Y/N & Steve x Y/N:

Series:

WARNING!: The below series contains dark subject matter and SMUT, MINORS DNI! +18 ONLY!

Through a Glass, Darkly pt 1: Go ask Alice

Through a Glass, Darkly pt 2: Adjustment Therapy

Through a Glass, Darkly pt 3: Stolen Goods

Through a Glass, Darkly pt 4: The Mare

Through a Glass, Darkly pt 5: Wild Horses

Status: Ongoing

Chris Evans, Other roles:

Series:

Curtis Everett x OFC!Pyrrah

Snowpiercer (film, 2013):

Damnation part 1

Status: Ongoing

Chris evans fics:

Chris takes care of you when Aunt Flo visits.

Dean Thangs:

Series:

(Alpha!Dean x OFC! Omega!-Maia)&(Alpha!Sam x OFC!Omega!-Maia) *See warnings!

Big Big Love pt 1: Strawberry Wine

Big Big Love pt 2: Heat of the moment *SMUT*

Big Big Love pt 3: Heart-Shaped Box

Big Big Love pt 4: Nutshell

Big Big Love pt 5: No sleep ‘till Brooklyn *SMUT*

Big Big Love pt 6: Landslide

Big Big Love pt 7: Whiskey Lullaby

Big Big Love pt 8: Right Here

Big Big Love pt 9: This Woman’s Work

Big Big Love pt 10: Angels on the Moon

Big Big Love pt 11: Send her my Love in Bedroom Hymns *SMUT*

Big Big Love pt 12: You've Got another thing Comin'

Big Big Love pt 13: Bad Blood

Big Big Love pt 14: Jane's Addiction

(Dean x Witch!reader!) WARNING! elements of post-r*pe! Minors DNI!:

The Ties that Bind pt 1

The ties that Bind pt 2

Status: ambiguous

Dean x OFC ‘Ari’ (Jo’s sister) WARNING! Elements of implied r*pe! Minors DNI!:

note: Sorry i write about such dark subject matter!! :(

The Other Harvelle Girl pt 1

Status: Ongoing

Alpha! Dean x Omega!OFC ‘Harper’ A/B/O

The Killing Moon pt 1

Status: Ongoing

Mini-Series:

Faith pt 1

Status: Ongoing

Discontinued works:

BuckyxOFC ‘Stella’

Sparrows on the Wind pt 1

Status: Discontinued

Comfort Characters (Various):

Oneshots:

Comfort 

System Overload 

Status: Individually completed

(Joel Miller x ofc!Odette)

Little Gold Lockets

Chapter 1: Blackberry Delight

Joel miller x (ofc) Odette Lynn Thompson

Omegaverse fic (A/B/O)

Content Warning: age gap (ofc is in her late 20s and Joel is mid 50s). Omegaverse and A/B/O dynamics. Slow burn. Language. Pet names: Sweetheart/Honey/ Azahar (Spanish for ‘orange blossom’ since she’s from Florida). Sexual content. Sad pasts. Attempted SA (not by Joel).

Dividers: from sister-lucifer. Link:

Character Designations and Scents:

Joel Miller: Alpha (Petrichor)

Odette Lynn Thompson: Omega (Blackberries)

Ellie Williams: Alpha (Fresh Brewed Hazelnut Coffee)

Tommy Miller: Alpha (Nutmeg- as in fall baked goods)

Maria Miller: Omega (Magnolias)

Dina: Beta (Cinnamon)

Jesse: Beta (Fresh Linen)

Seth: Alpha (Licorice)

Darcy Espinoza: Alpha (Copper- as in the scent you get when there’s a lot of blood)

Chapter 1: Blackberry Delight

Jackson Hole, Wyoming:  April 2024

Joel cleared his throat on the porch of his new (slightly used) home in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. It was early, the sun hadn’t risen yet. He took a deep breath, inhaling the spring air and the aroma of his coffee. Hazelnut, not his favorite flavor but he couldn’t be a chooser, not in this world anymore. As much as he hated to admit it, he had to beg and even grovel for things he wanted now. Not to people…but to whomever had control of his destiny. For whatever that was worth anyhow.

Joel chuckled lightly. At least the smell of his coffee reminded him of Ellie. Her own Alpha scent was just like it. Except more rich, like walking into a Ma and Pa Cafe. Back before everything went to Hell in a handbasket. Sure Ellie was presenting just a little early being on the verge of 15 but with how the world is now? Fuck, it’s so bittersweet remembering how things used to be. Just how good everything really was. Hell maybe it was just different? 

Joel let his long since calloused hand run over his scent gland on his neck. Where there were still faint remnants of a little scar. Omega fangs don’t go very deep. He’d lost his original mate, an Omega. Penelope. Penny as he always called her. He still remembers her scent. Gardenias.

He wanted to break apart then. When the police came to his door back in ‘98 to tell him his mate had died in 10 car pile up on I-35. He let out a wail he didn’t even know he could, the bond broke. It was so fucking painful for weeks, years. But he had a young 9 year old pup to take care of; Sarah. By then Tommy had been back from Desert Storm for a while. But communication wasn’t the best between the two. Tommy had resorted to drinking. Near constantly getting into shit that wasn’t his business. 

Joel figured seein’ whatever he did over there, in that Hellscape, that it fucked up his brother pretty good. Joel was never gonna give his brother a come to Jesus kinda talk. He’d never believed in that shit show of a thing anyway. So much corruption to be held over people’s heads, people who were hurting; desperate for healing. That was evil. Maybe there were genuine preachers or pastors but more often than not in his experience he saw tainted Alphas with power.

Joel raked a hand across his face and knocked down the rest of his coffee. Scrawled a note on a piece of paper that said:

‘Going with Tommy on patrol. Hang out. Cook whatever you want. Don’t burn the house down. Be back soon, Baby-girl’

He left the note on the floor just in front of Ellie’s bedroom door. Where she’s sure to see it.

Joel mounted his horse, Cooper, from the stables and headed toward the front gate with Tommy and his horse, Snowflake, a mare. Her coat was gray adorned with white freckles as if she were stripped out of a painting. Cooper was a classic brown that shone in the sunlight like a barrel of whiskey. Snowflake shook her mane and reached around to nip at Tommy’s jeans.

“Hey! None o’ that now! C’mon Snow!” Tommy protested and jerked his pant leg back and out of her mouth. Joel chuckled a deep and genuine laugh. 

“Guess Snowflake don’t like takin’ orders from you too well. To be fair you are a little softer than me, as an Alpha.”

“Wha? Am not!” Tommy retorted as the gates creaked open.

“Let’s get outta here, loser.” Joel smirked and whipped the reins, making Cooper start off into a full gallop.

It was about 15 miles outta Jackson,  the farthest trail that was officially part of patrol duty. It was reserved for highly skilled patrolmen. To the south where route 191 meets the Snake River, and a few miles down from that where the town of Hoback is. Today the brothers went right where Route 191 turns into US-89. They were gaining distance near Astoria Hotsprings when Joel finally spoke up.

“I been thinkin’ little brother. And I never thanked you for helpin’ me after…after Penny.” Joel busied himself, playing with Cooper’s mane. Anything to not make eye contact with his little brother. Maybe he felt inferior? Guilty perhaps?

“You ain't gotta thank me fer that. Shit I didn't help much.” Tommy said, surveying the area.

“Dunnit matter…Tommy. I needed a pack again. Don't think I could have done it on my own. So…I'm grateful.” Joel said, clearing his throat.

Tommy chewed on the inside of his cheek, nodding in approval.

“That girl you came here with…she yours? Did you…find another ‘mega in Boston QZ?” Tommy asked thinking that maybe he was an uncle again.

“Ellie? N-no. She ain't my pup. But….Tommy…I…she's mine. She's…alot like Sarah just…spunkier and you know well, Ellie's an Alpha. And Sarah was a ‘mega.” Joel scratched at his beard. 

“Mmm. Yeah…I understand. Maria.. uhh. She's about 5 months along now. Doc Hurley says she's due in August.” Tommy said.

“Welcome to fatherhood. Seriously…congrats.” Joel smiled slightly, bittersweetly Remembering when Penny was pregnant with Sarah.

Tommy took a big sigh. “You know…there are two out of the five omegas we got that are unmated. Nadia is a nice girl. And Tucker is very easy to get along with.” 

“That’s mighty kind of you. But… I don’t think I'm ready fer that. Ellie’s a handful and frankly… I’m old Tommy.” 

Tommy shook his head in disbelief. “Whatever floats your boat billy goat. All I'm sayin’ is you deserve to be happy. To have a pack again.” Joel let a growl rumble in his chest in response. Tommy didn’t pay him much mind though because a small school of runners caught his attention down by the banks of the hot springs.

Joel and Tommy got rid of the six runners with practiced efficiency. Joel’s brow furrowed as he scented the air. Taking deep breaths of a strange sweetness that filled his lungs. 

“Hey. You smell that?” Joel asked, tightening his grip on the reins to steady Cooper. Tommy scents the air too. 

“Huh. that’s weird." Tommy responded looking back to his older brother.

“Blackberries, like we’re just standin’ in a huge field of ‘em. They grow ‘round here?” Joel asked.

“They do…but not in April. And not by the springs, ground’s too hot for ‘em to grow near here.” Tommy said as he scented the air again to make sure. 

Joel cursed under his breath. Fuck. He hoped it wasn’t true. That there wasn’t an Omega somewhere out here. It made his spine tingle and his alpha instincts begin to rile up. Joel whipped the reins and followed his nose. The scent is only getting stronger. He couldn’t sense any other aromas. No Betas or other Alphas. Just Blackberries dancing in his nostrils, making his stomach…churn.

Were they bit? Were they going into heat? Deep in the back of his mind he thought, he hoped, they were fine. Shit it didn’t even matter to him if they were male or female. Joel felt drawn like a lonesome sailor to the call of a siren.

Cooper skidded to a halt and Joel felt his heart jolt. She was there, huddled against a tree trunk, with the corpses of three runners at her feet. She’d disposed of them on her own. But she was shaken and weak. Her grip still around a homemade shank. A rusty piece of rebar that had a duct-taped handle. The woman that looked more like a girl in her malnourished state stared back at him with doe-like eyes.

“Are you bit?” Joel asked her with more of a grit than he wanted to allow, for talkin’ to a ‘mega. Which he winced at afterward.

“No. Are you?” She asked, brandishing her weapon steadily. 

“Dammit. The one time we don’t bring a dog with us.” Tommy muttered.

“We ain’t gonna hurt you. Can you stand? We uh…we have a settlement. If you can stand the ride back. We’ll be there in time for dinner.” Joel said. Tommy didn’t necessarily like how forthcoming his older brother was being but…he understood why.

“Settlement? Ya’ll some kinda fucked up cult?,” she asked being brutally honest, a loose curl falling in front of her porcelain face.She looked at Tommy,

“You part of some twisted cult? Huh? You chow down on the Donner Special on Sundays? Do you eat people?” Her whole body was beginning to shake now. Not a lot but it was noticeable enough. Joel scented the air again. No blood. She wasn’t bit. There was a sourness to her scent now, she was terrified.

“Jesus kid.” Tommy shook his head

“No. We’re still human. Here, hop on. You ever been on one of these before?” Joel went up to her and dismounted, approaching her very cautiously. She furrowed her brow. No alpha had taken the time to be so…tentative. As far as she knew they only took. Slowly she put her shiv into her backpack.

She gulped down her nerves and stood, not taking Joel’s outstretched hand. Instead mounting Cooper with a kind of grace that he recognized was part of people who’d been riding for years.

“Last time I checked, 28 didn’t count as being a kid. D’you have your head screwed on right dude?” she asked Tommy.

Joel remounted Cooper, keeping the woman behind him. She held on to Joel and he could have sworn he gasped. He didn’t feel comfortable grabbing her dainty arms, not yet. Not the way he wanted to. The way he wanted to caress them. As if they’d break apart from his touch alone. So instead he gripped the reins tighter, turning his knuckles white.

“Well, I'll be damned. Don’t think i’ve heard an Omega speak like an Alpha in a long time. You sure you’re a ‘mega, ma’am?” Tommy shook his head and circled around Cooper slowly with Snowflake, checking their surroundings one last time, for Infected.

She scoffed. “Do I smell like one? And my name ain’t ma’am. It’s Odette.” Joel figured she had to have some kind of sass. With the way everything was, damn near everyone had to be a tough sumbitch. That was true even for Omegas, If you weren’t, you died. Joel tried not to repeat her name in his head, like a mantra. But that was fucking tough too. 

Joel sighed and rubbed his scent gland again. Those two little bumps where Penny’s fangs had been all those years ago. Can’t, I can't do that again. He thought to himself. Joel noticed that Odette had stopped shaking. How long has she been out here? Alone… with no Alpha to help her. “Hello, I’m Tommy, Alpha, not an asshole. This old man here is Joel also an Alpha. Mmmn, might be an asshole.” Tommy joked as he led Snowflake to the head of the group heading back the way they came. Tommy saw Odette smirk but she didn’t say anything. No smart-alec remark. She never said another word ‘til they got back into Jackson.

“Holy shit. Ya’ll got a moat too? This place is….fuckin’ nuts.” Odette said her mouth hard to keep shut as she gawked at the fortress that was Jackson Hole.

“Glad you like it. This is Jackson. You hungry?” Joel asked. He bit the inside of his cheek. He had to be careful. He just had to. 

“I don’t care if you have shit to eat. I’m damn starving.” Odette said as she dismounted Cooper. Joel put his horse away, and Tommy busied himself with the same task. Odette wandered around the stables, looking at the different horses.

Joel brushed his jeans off and sighed again. What the fuck am I getting myself into? Joel closed the door to Cooper’s stable and latched it. He carded a hand through his salt and pepper curls, watching as Odette chuckled at the far end of the stables at a name plate. It was then that Joel noticed just how small she was. Topping out at probably 5 feet even. This Omega is gonna kill me. If Ellie doesn’t give a heart attack first, shit.

“Odette? The dinin’ hall is this way. I see you met Balls.” Tommy called out to her after giving his brother a nudge. Joel shot his brother a glance. 

“Ya’ll named a horse, Balls? I mean I see why. But…damn.” Odette shook her head and followed Tommy to the dining hall. Joel followed behind. He looked at her neck for any signs of claim-marks. None that he could see, at least from the quick look he got. 

Joel never left the dining hall. He filled his stomach with whiskey. To drown  out the memories of Penny. Odette talked to Maria for a long while, about housing probably. Scarfing down her dinner with uncouth fervor.

Tommy sighed as he grabbed a seat next to Joel at the bar. Asking Seth for some tequila. 

“You’re not gonna like what I have to say.” Tommy said.

“Go ahead, make my day worse.” Joel said as he knocked back his drink, wincing from the burn it left in his throat.

“You have to take her. Your house is the only one that has room and won’t cause World War 3.” Tommy said, thanking Seth for his drink.

“Absolutely fucking not.” Joel asked Seth for another round. Tommy growled low and slow.

“Joel. I can’t take her. We have room in the basement but If Maria smells another omega in the house, ‘specially one that’s unmated. She could lose the pup.” Tommy comtemplated out loud.

“Fuckin’ A. No one else has room?” Joel asked growling. His scent became bitter. Like if you set the earth on fire in a rainstorm.

“We’re all booked up. Unless you want bloodshed. We can’t put her up with mated pairs. There will be killings if we did that. You know that, Joel. I’m not sayin’ you have to claim her.” Tommy said, taking a sip of his tequila.

Joel gripped his glass hard, almost breaking it. His claws extended and he scraped the underside of the bar. His deadly claws shaving off strands of wood. Tommy sighed and patted Joel’s back. 

“Just think about it. Alright?” He said as he walked away, giving him some much needed space to mull things over. Think about it. What a fucking joke. He couldn’t get her scent out of his nose. Those sweet blackberry fields, permeating his lungs and infecting his brain with thoughts of normality.

Unmated. If Odette went into heat, all the alphas in town would want a piece of her. Fuck. He couldn’t let that happen either. What would Ellie think? Him bringing home an omega he didn’t even know. He didn’t know which was worse, having her in his house or knowing that Ellie would be alright with it in the end. Ellie would understand. And probably chew him out if he didn’t take her.

Joel downed two more rounds of whiskey before Seth refused to give him more. Joel looked back to the booth Odette was sitting in. His heart jumped and fell to his stomach when he saw it was empty. He searched around for her, scenting the air. A burly woman entered the women’s restroom. And his stomach was doing somersaults.

Joel’s boots clicked against the waxed wooden floors. Each step faster than the last, a stumble. Shit, he was too drunk for this. He opened the door and saw the burly woman, most likely drunk, caressing Odette’s arm and pining her to the bathroom sink.

Joel let out a growl. No doubt the burly woman was an alpha. 

“Hey! Get the fuck out!” Joel slurred. The burly woman bore her fangs, sharp and dangerous.

“Finder’s keeper’s old man.” she said as her claws extended and nicked Odette, drawing blood. Odette hissed and struggled to get away.

Joel grabbed the burly woman by the neck, his claws digging into flesh. 

“I said get the fuck out!” he rose his voice and tossed the smaller Alpha to the cold tile of the bathroom. Growling louder for good measure. The woman stumbled to her feet and adjusted her hardened member in her pants, scoffing and left reluctantly.

Joel turned to Odette, his fangs receding back into his gums. He shook his hands out so that his claws receded also. Her eyes were a blank stare and her breaths fast and shallow. 

“Did she touch you?” Joel asked, brushing a hair from her face. She made eye contact with him but didn’t utter a word. 

“Odette. Did she touch you?” he repeated, scanning her for subtle signs of rape. No disturbed clothes. Odette gasped and a tear fell from her bourbon eyes.

“N-n-no.” she choked out softer than a whisper. Joel sighed and scrunched his sleeve up on his blue flannel, revealing his wrist. He very very lightly pressed it to her scent gland on her neck. His eyes went wide, beneath his skin there were raised bumps, gnarled and vicious but old. She’d been claimed before.

His wrist wasn’t there more than a moment. Odette whimpered, a scared kind of sound. 

“Sorry, but that’ll keep your scent down for now. Listen. It’ll be best that you stay with me for a few nights. ‘Til we can get to someplace more permanent.”

Odette nodded slowly, her eyes still distant. Together they exited the bathroom, and then the bar altogether. Odette closed her eyes as a gust of cool night air flowed through her hair. She was so silent. 

Joel had to keep his ears, well at least one, peeled for Odette’s footsteps. He was afraid to look back at her behind his shoulder. As if she might disappear into the wind. Much like that age old story. Of that musician who willed the King of the Underworld to tears. For a chance to get his beloved back.

Was this what that was? A chance for him to..restart? No. Nice things didn’t happen to him anymore. Don’t get attached. Don't fall in love. It’ll only hurt like Hell in the end. Joel steeled his face and stilled his heart again as he opened his front door.

Odette passed him and meandered into his home, her boots clicking on the wood floor. Joel closed the front door and locked it with a heavy breath. He can’t keep her. But fuck he wanted to.

End chapter.

TW:

MINORS DNI ! (18+ ONLY!)

Violence, Mild sexual themes, sexual suggestive thoughts (cuz Rumlow is a bastard!), experimentation without consent.

A guide to the Orcverse

What is the Orcverse?

Keywords and basic info:

Orcverse

is a type of Monsterfucking fic.

Monsterfucking-

a smutty fic involving a humanoid creature or character that has augmented features resembling that of a monster. Such as, Cephlopod appendages, skin tones seen not in the human world- greenish to grey. Tusks, enlarged genitalia (orc penis), unrealistic muscular standards not seen in human nature. Tall, giant-like physique. Claws, pointed ears, fairy wings.

Orcs:

a type of monster race feared by humans and notorious for brutality and incivility, commonly seen as barbarians and brutes by any other race other than their own (or so the humans think). They have a particular disdain and dislike for the Elven race, due to eons of savage warring between the two factions.

Handfasting:

When an Orc wants to keep his/her mate. Done via a ceremony, usually small scale but publicly. Clansmen are notified to who is bonded (married) as to avoid unnecessary confusion. They typically mate for life.

Bond-breaking:

Not usual, but when an Orc finds extreme dishonesty in their mate (such as they have cheated and mated with another person outside the bond) they are allowed to break their bond with the unfaithful mate.

Courting:

A period of a few weeks (generally 3-5), where a male or female orc exchange gifts. Are taken to private events such as hunting, nightly walks in nature, an Orc will typically gain a ring to place on one of their tusks to show courting starts. Gender is not limited to courting and mating. Races, although rare, are not limited either.

Mate:

An Orc equivalent to a human wife or husband. Mates are together until death. Mates are taken very seriously. Sometimes when Mates die, the surviving mate does not re-mate. Mates can be male or female, and can be human, elf, ogre, fae, or another orc.

Chieftain:

The current leader of the local Orc Tribe. Usually but not limited to the strongest leader of said group.

Clan:

a specific family of Orcs. Such as the Starks, Romanoffs, Wilson's. Usually would have gained notoriety in the Tribe.

Shaman:

A medicine man or woman that takes care of the wounded, women in childlabor, as well as the mentally ill. During orcbirth, the Shaman assists only when approved by the mate who is actively coaching the laboring mate.

“Catching Sickness”:

When a mate of another race is impregnated with an Orcling. There is a week long period of time where the mother is incapacitated. The mothers body is not used to bearing an Orc. And thinks this foreign body as a threat-to-life. During this time it is easy for the mother to miscarry the Orcling. during this time, the father gingerly aids his pregnant mate. No one is allowed to see the mate, unless the Orc approves of it. Typically this is very close friends who want to help and the clan Shaman. Until the Orcling "catches" and is able to survive the sickness, then the rest of the pregnancy resumes as normal until birth.

Symptoms include but are not limited to:

High fever

Reduced appetite

Body aches/pains

The need to have your mate around.

Body shakes

Nightmares

Fatigue

Frequent vomiting and or nausea

Orcling(s):

what Orcs call their offspring. When born Orclings weigh from 8-11.5 pounds. Any weight below 8 pounds is considered a premature orcling.

Halfling(s):

Mixed race orclings, such as half-human, half-fae, half-elf. Half-lings tend to weigh the same size as their full-blooded brethren.

Tribe:

A major group of orcs settled into a particular location. A large encampment of orcs, with various clans of Orcs residing.

Exile:

When a crime has been committed, sometimes a Tribe member is banished from the Tribe.

Bloodsport:

when someone in the clan comics a terrible crime, they must fight to the death against the best fighters in the clan. A punishment worse than exile.

Tusk(s):

Large boar-like teeth on the bottom row of an orcs mouth. One on each side (right & left).

“Orc-drunk”:

When an Orc is aroused (typically in males though does not exclude female Orcs interested in mates) the Orc has the ability to use their saliva as an aphrodisiac, in order to assist with penetration with other races (usually human women). The chemical compounds in the saliva when directly applied to a mate's genitalia help to relax the affected area to ease mating.

Habitats:

Dense Forests, mountain ranges, marshes, Caves, rarely seen- frozen inhabited places or places with year-long Winter seasons. Some Orc tribes have resorted to leading Nomadic lifestyles.

Skills:

blacksmiths, carpenters, hunters, tradesmen, and skilled builders.

Physical attributes:

Female Orcs:

Twice the size of the average human female.

Toned, muscular physique

Skin ranges from various shades of green to almost grey.

Tusk size is much smaller than a male Orc. However, still noticeable.

Breasts are usually smaller, especially in females who have yet to bear an orcling. Warrior-women are also small breasted.

Bond-rings can be displayed on the tusks.

Genitalia is strikingly similar to a human with the exception of a constantly larger clitoris.

Male orcs:

Three times the size of the average human female.

Large muscular build, almost no body fat, with the exception of older orcs. Older orcs typically drink more mead and thus have a noticeable mead-gut.

This is basically a "beer-gut".

Skin color is various shades of green or gray. Rarely blue, this color is seen as a defect.

Genitalia size is on average 7 inches when soft.

Hard length ranges from 8-11 inches.

Girth at the head is typically 2.5 inches but can be bigger.

Girth at the middle and down to the base is usually 3 inches but never exceeds 4 inches.

Tusks start small but grow bigger when the Orc reaches adulthood. Tusks are typically 3-4 inches in height and 2 inches in girth at the base of their mouth.

Bond-rings can be displayed on tusks.

Hierarchy:

Pelts:

Bear pelt, Wolf pelt, tiger pelt. Reserved as a wright of passage for young Orcs- sustained into adulthood. Bigger game is killed and thus worn as the Orc advances into adulthood.

Tusk Ring:

shown for status, reserved for successful warriors. Can be worn by male and female Orcs. Some have One ring on each tusk. This is different than a bond-ring, traditionally called a handfast-ring, which indicates the wearer is mated or seriously courting a mate. The handfast-ring is a different type of metal, to differentiate it from a warriors' ring. The warrior's ring is less flashy and has a more dull tone. Whereas, a bond-ring is typically a bright copper color.

Moral systems:

Not much is known about the Orcs morality. Most feuds are handled on a case to case basis. They have no legal court system, so feuds are quickly handled by the people involved. However if the situation is escalated enough, the chieftain will call for a summons in front of the whole Tribe. Meaning everyone must witness both parties plead their side of the issue, and the chieftain gets to decide the losers punishment. Exile or bloodsport is usually the ending.

Traditions/customs:

During orcling-birth, the male who has sired the orcling has an intense instinct to assist his laboring mate. No other Orcs are allowed to visit the laboring mate. With the exception of a medical Shaman once labor has reached the birthing stage.

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So metal. Yet so cute.

🤘🤘🦾👏👏

Excerpt:

Character scent list:

Erin Williams: Strawberry Cake | Designation: Omega

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes: Cedar Wood & Ocean mist | Designation: Alpha

Steve Rogers: Warm Apple Pie | Designation: Alpha

Natasha Romanoff: Lavender and Orchid | Designation: Alpha

Sam Wilson: Fresh Mint | Designation: Alpha

Supporting Characters:

Wanda Maximoff: Granny Smith Apples & Toasted Macadamia Nuts | Designation: Beta

Pietro Maximoff: Black Tea & Ginger Root | Designation: Alpha

Steven Grant: Raspberry Jam | Designation: Omega

Scott Lang: Key Lime Pie & Cinnamon | Designation: Omega

Sharon Carter: Coconut | Designation: Alpha

Tony Stark: Tequila & Mahogany | Designation: Alpha

Mrs.Williams: Stale Wine & Caviar | Designation: Alpha

Maria Hill: Freshly Baked Bread | Designation: Beta

Fever Dream

Year: 2012, February

Location: Portland, Maine

* this is only a part 1. I'm so tired but I will just post this anyway.

Gym class had gone on without a hitch. Bucky just finished weightlifting and headed for the locker rooms to change. Among the scents of the crowd, waiting to move on to the next class, Bucky knew something was off. Bucky’s nose scrunched into the air, examining the ether for his mate. He could only pick up the faint scent of Strawberry Cake. Erin.

His sweet Omega, the one that made him feel butterflies flutter in his stomach, believe it or not. He’d seen her with her classmates and her assigned gym teacher, Carol Danvers. Bucky was a part of a different class in the gym, so he always cherished when all the gym classes grouped up occasionally. But now, she was gone, only remnants of her scent left in the stale air. True they had only been officially dating for three months, but Bucky would protect her with his life, if he had to.

He knew there was something, more about this girl. Something refreshing and simple, something he wanted to keep around for as long as he could. He never wanted Erin to be ‘the one that got away’. Bucky shook off his nerves and ducked his head down, making sure his scent wasn’t too sweat-leaden. Raking through his long, chin-length hair, he solidified himself. He went over to Natasha, the foreign exchange student from Russia. She was a girl in the same class as Erin. She was an Alpha too. One that Erin seemed to build a quick friendship with since moving to Portland.

“Hey, Nat. Um. Have you seen Erin around? I thought she was with you?” Bucky asked quizzically.

Natasha lifted her head from her bag, one that she routinely checked on, making sure she was as prepared as possible. Nat straightened up the tie on her backpack and closed its top flap, pushing her hair out her face with a swipe of her finger.

“I saw her talking to Coach Danvers about midway through our track jog. I figured it was her asthma bothering her again. Probably the winter air, y’know? Go ask Coach, she’ll let you see her in the infirmary.” Nat slung her bag across her back, giving Bucky a warm smile.

Bucky returned the favor, “Thanks, Nat.” and walked in the direction of Coach Danvers. Who the Hell says infirmary anymore? Thought, Bucky realized the strange way Natasha used her words. That thought quickly dissipated in his mind, as he put his utmost important focus to the forefront. His stomach sunk at the news that Erin might be in pain. His Omega out there, struggling to breathe, without him? He couldn’t fathom something worse.

He cursed himself, how did he not notice sooner?! He could have taken her to the nurses’ office himself. Bucky’s instinct was in full swing. The need to be by Erin’s side only intensified as he got closer to Coach Danvers, chatting up another gym teacher. Bucky swallowed his nerves, he couldn’t act stressed out in front of adults.

“Coach Danvers?” he asked, looking forward.

“What’s up?” She responded, her line of vision tearing away from her co-worker.

“Is Erin alright? I heard you sent her to the nurses office.” Bucky stared into the Coaches eyes, carefully looking for any sign of fabrication.

“Oh. Williams, the new girl. Yeah. She ran out of scent block spray and her heat came on out of the blue. It’s better on everyone if her mom takes her home. Nothing more hectic than a school full of horny Alphas and a heated Omega. You can try talking to the nurse. But I dunno if she’ll let you go back to see her.” Coach Danvers warned.

Bucky got the urge to run, every second he wasted spending time here was another he wasn’t helping Erin. Bucky turned to leave forgetting his manners.

"Hey, I don't want to hear any funny business going on. Or you'll answer to me. You understand?!" Coach Danvers semi-yelled out to Bucky, turning to face her but keeping his mind on his Omega.

"Loud 'n' clear, Coach! Thank you." Bucky concluded heading out the heavy double doors.

It was no surprise to Bucky that as he got closer to the nurses’ office, that he couldn’t smell Erin’s scent. It would be concealed as best as possible until her parent came to pick her up. Bucky knew there were two isolated rooms built to hold Omegas who were in heat, granted the emergency situation.

These Heat-Rooms were tough. Made to make Fort Knox look like a joke. To keep Alphas out and Omegas protected at all costs. Any visitor who enters must first be neutralized with scent spray. Betas are typically fine though, being that Betas usually emit a calming scent to both Omegas and Alphas.

Bucky reached the front desk in record time, stopping to catch his breath. The nurse, Maria Hill, was diligently typing away at her computer. Her scent combined with her cool demeanor working to calm the frantic Alpha down. So far it was working ever so slightly. But it wouldn’t make Bucky’s worry go away.

“What can I do for you, Bucky?” Hill asked, finally stopping her work and giving the Alpha her full attention. Bucky was no stranger to the nurses’ office. Having to go there himself to get patched up after rough hockey matches with Sam was a regular occurrence.

“Erin’s in there. I want to make sure she’s alright. Just til her mom comes and picks her up.” Bucky said, unable to keep his gaze away from the heavy steeled door.

“No one’s making pups on my campus. Not on my watch. Sorry to burst your bubble Bucket.” Maria stated, getting up to file some paperwork away. Bucky let his head hit his hand on the counter with a soft thud.

“That’s not, it at all. I’ll leave as soon as her mom loads her in the car. Hell, I'll load her in myself if she can’t walk. Please, Hill? We’re Courting.” Bucky pleaded. He wasn’t used to pleading, so he mentally crossed his fingers hoping this would be enough to convince her. Maria’s eyebrows raised from her eyes, shocked at what he was saying. The desperation in his voice told her he was telling the truth. But she still couldn’t believe it.

“You? Courting, her? I thought you were into the more spunky Omegas.” Hill shook her head in disbelief. She’s probably the only person in the whole school who doesn’t know Erin and I are Courting, Bucky thought, rolling his eyes a bit.

“Yeah I get that a lot.Can you let me in? I don’t care if you keep tabs on me. Please. She’s in pain. And you can’t give her any pain meds unless a legal guardian signed off on it. And I bet it’s blank, right?” Bucky straightened up his spine. He didn’t want to leave here without at least checking on Erin. Bucky knew Erin couldn’t get as little as Ibuprofen for a headache. Much less given pain killers for her heat.

Maria chewed on her lower lip. Knowing that the only thing that might give Erin relief is her Alphas’ scent. She raked a hand through her hair.

“Alright Barnes. I’ll let you in. but you better behave yourself.” Hill gave him a stern index finger. Bucky clapped his hands together and bowed his head. Relief wasn’t a strong enough word for the emotion he was feeling.

“Thank you, thank you! I promise. No dickin’ around.” Bucky nearly exclaimed in joy.

Erin:

Ms. Hill was nice enough to give me a weighted blanket, and to keep the overhead fan on. But my heat was gnawing at me, slow and vicious. I kept my eyes closed, the lights beating a headache into my skull. That wasn’t the heat talking. Something I don’t like talking about. If Bucky knew about it, what’d he think about me? Would he disown me? Dump me? Never want to be associated with me ever again? Probably.

The kind nurse gave me multiple pillows, one of which I used to block out the light. I often felt like I was floating on my heats. At least not when a cramp had me in its jaws. Then I would come crashing back to earth until the pain subsided. Mom denies I have strong heats. Only because Dad never had strong heats, and he didn’t have debilitating cramps, like I do. I often wonder if the reasoning is because of my secret. Am I just too… sensitive? Just like with my emotions? The constant Ping-Ponging between feeling overly happy, to deep dark depressions, and enormous tidal waves of sadness that wash over me.

I’m nuts. I’m fucking nuts. A teenage girl who is so afraid of the dark, she has mental breakdowns. I can’t tell if I’m going crazy from just being me or if it’s the emotional abuse. Sometimes, if I didn't behave, Mom was mean to me. All through middle school and to now. Maybe it won’t end? Maybe I just need to be on my best behavior? Maybe by the time we graduate, Bucky can claim me. So Rapunzel won’t have to live in the tower anymore? Nah, that’s just a dumb fever dream. That’s the heat talking.

“Erin? You have a visitor.” a soft voice said, Ms. Hill. Oh no. I don't want to leave. I don’t want to go home, not yet. I groaned into my pillow. Curling into myself, half from a cramp and half from wishing I didn't leave so soon. But if I don't comply, then tonight will just be another argument.

I heard her pull up a chair. I know what she’s gonna say. ‘I took off work from a very important meeting to be here.’ Right, because I'm always the problem. If I’m such a burden then, why did you even have me in the first place?!

“Omega?” a voice asked with trepidation. My breath hitched and my heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t Mother Gothel after all. I removed the pillow from over my head, thinking it was very possible that I was just imagining all this. What a horrible trick resulting from a heat haze. But instead I was met with a soft smile and a heaping whiff of Cedarwood laced with hints of Ocean mist.

“Bucky? Why are you here?” my entire body shuddered as the heat fevers were beginning to kick in. Bucky chuckled a bit.

"I noticed you'd left. Talked to Coach Danvers and once I heard you were in heat. I- I couldn't just leave you to your misery. It's okay babe. I'm here now." Bucky said, his features softening. Bucky wiped sweat from my brow and gingerly stroked my warm cheek with his thumb.

I couldn't help but mewl at his tender touch. There was nothing like it. It was so sweet to have someone who cared for me like this. What's Bucky gonna think when I tell him about Mom? I trust him, but I feel like he might get too involved. And that would only make my situation more complicated.

Ms. Hill wandered about the room, giving me a water bottle and checking my temperature. I noticed she was assessing how Bucky was with me. Cautious as she should be, Alphas that are students are not allowed in the Heat Rooms when an Omega is present. She’s breaking the rules. Something I wouldn't be confident to do myself. She smiled and opened the door to leave.

“If either of you love birds need anything, I'll be just outside. I hope you feel better sweetie.” Ms. Hill expressed her sympathies. I could only give her a curt nod, feeling the beginnings of another cramp gripping my insides. I grasped at the thin cotton bedsheets, my teeth grinding in an effort to conceal a pain filled outburst.

Bucky noticed my pain immediately and dragged my hand to his lips, leaving soft kisses to distract me for the time being. When the wave subsided, I opened my eyes again, staring back at my lover's face. It was killing him to see me like this.

His brows furrowed and his face fallen he asked, “Is it always like this for you?”

I nodded, “mmhmm. Every month since I was 9.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at my response, “You were 9 when your heat started?! That’s crazy! Shit. I’m sorry Baby. You know, I would take your pain away if I could. Is my scent okay? I heard sometimes an Alpha’s scent can help the cramps.”

I nodded again. “Yeah your scent always smells so good. And I think it is helping. But i’m just a wuss anyway."

Bucky growled a bit. "Don't put yourself down like that. Heats are tough. Hell, ruts are tough. I can't imagine what you're going through. I mean… I can. I just. I wanna help you." His hand went to the back of his neck, I noticed. He was getting bashful. I smiled weakly.

"Thank you, Buck." I replied. With some struggle I forced my torso up. I always hated getting that cottonmouth feeling during my heats. Bucky followed my every move. I sipped the water before taking a few big gulps. Hopefully this won't make me nauseous.

The bell rang, normally I would be making my way to 3rd period. English 2 class. I looked to his perfectly blue eyes.

"You don't have to miss class for me." I said.

"That doesn't matter to me. You're more important. And agriculture class is boring as shit anyway." He made me chuckle.

"Whatever floats your boat, Billy goat!" I laughed at my own cheesy joke. I saw a brightness come back to Bucky's features. He gave a light chuckle before landing another kiss on the back of my hand.

"Jeez. What am I gonna do with you?" He asked rhetorically.

I never expected him to be by my side all day. I wasn't used to this kind of, kindness.

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"Y/n calm down. Babe, here. Follow my lead." Bucky sat down next to you as you braced yourself on the arm of the couch. Rocking your hips from side to side. Anything to distract yourself from the pain.

His eyes study you carefully. His hand cupped your cheek gently and gained your attention. You whimpered, already tired of how agonizing this process was.

"In...and out..." Bucky sucked in a large breath, and exhaled with great intensity. You stared at him. Unsure if he was being serious or he just wanted to make you laugh.

"Were you paying attention in those birthing classes? Cuz that's not it."

"Yeah. I paid attention. But I forgot, so I relearned by reading books, at the library." Bucky said, a twinge of innocence in his eyes, making your Alpha irresistibly cute. He blushed a bit, stroking a hand behind his neck nervously.

"Books?! Buck. Didn't you look at any videos on youtube?" You said turning your body towards him and scooting over to him.

"I'm used to books. Videos are just a waste of time." He said, pouting and crossing his arms on his broad chest.

You doubled over suddenly, grabbing Bucky’s hand. You breathed through your teeth, hissing at the pain. Grabbing his shirt and crushing it in your hand. Your moaning, making Bucky feel unsettled. His eyebrows stitching together, unable to help you physically.

"In... out... In and out." Bucky repeated sticking to his outrageous way of breathing.

"Ugggh. Alpha, shut the fuck up!" You yelled at him. Bucky was taken aback. You didn't really yell at him, at least not involving his designation. This must be an indication of how much pain you were in. Bucky thought.

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