Daddy’s Home!
Starstruck | Alternate Universe: A/B/O
Let’s set the scene. Colt (a beta) had been estranged from his twin brother, Ryland (an omega), for years. The reason? Ryland was constantly consumed by anxiety over Colt’s job as a stuntman. It didn't matter that there was a whole team of specialized engineers keeping him safe; the looming fear of losing him was always there.
Mind you, this all happens right at the beginning of Colt’s career, while Ryland is still working as a university professor.
However, after a minor scare on set—nothing like the actual accident from the movie—Ryland decides to visit him to try and reconnect. Colt figures the best way to break the ice with his nerdy twin is to drag him to a production party being hosted on a producer's yacht.
In short, the party turns out to be a total labyrinth of blasting music, alcohol, drugs, and a sea of people grinding and dancing for dear life. Against all odds, Ryland actually seems to be enjoying himself, so Colt finally decides to let loose and relax. By the end of the night, Colt blacks out completely, losing track of his brother in the middle of the crowd.
The next day, just as Colt is getting ready to leave, he runs into a massive surprise: his twin—his sweet Ry-Ry, the one who swears like a sailor whenever he's pissed—is walking out of one of the cabins on a total walk of shame. His neck is a literal map of bruises, his lips are completely swollen, and his hair is a total disaster. It was glaringly obvious he’d had a wild night.
They barely talk about it. Colt is dying to know who his twin was with, but Ryland shuts him down instantly. Not that Colt could have investigated much anyway, since half the guests had already cleared out by then. Ryland woke up completely alone, so even he doesn't know the alpha's identity. But hey, what’s the worst that could happen? Nothing, right?
Huge mistake.
A couple of weeks later, Ryland starts dealing with stomach aches and morning sickness. Before he knows it, he’s staring at five pregnancy tests on the table—and every single one is a roaring positive. From that moment on, Colt refuses to lose touch. The guilt eats him alive at first, but now his twin has made him an uncle, and the little pup is pretty demanding.
Years go by.
Casey is now four years old and absolutely adores his Uncle Colt and his godfathers, Rocky and Adrian (both alphas). Ryland isn't sure if that's a good or a bad thing, since those three seem to be competing to see who can spoil the kid rotten. Still, Ryland thanks heaven that Casey is actually very quiet and shy at times; he wouldn't know what to do if the boy had turned out as restless as Colt was at that age.
The kid loves tagging along with his uncle. He loves it when Colt puts him inside the cars on set and Uncle Dan (a beta) makes driving noises like they're speeding away. He loves it when Uncle Adrian showers him with affection, and when Uncle Rocky wraps him in his protective scent. He doesn't lack affection from Aunt Jody (an omega) either, who always holds him and makes him feel like part of the stunt crew. In fact, his nickname on set is “Driver,” since he’s always the most excited one watching the action sequences on the monitor. They even custom-made a little vest just for him—a vest Ryland practically has to wash in secret because the kid is utterly obsessed with wearing it all day alongside his toy car.
But while the baby is incredibly extroverted around the family, he remains extremely shy with strangers, to the point of going completely mute.
That's why Ryland nearly has a heart attack when one day—taking advantage of a week off from school—they go to visit Colt on set, and in the blink of an eye, the boy vanishes from his side.
The set is absolute chaos, and Ryland begins to expect the worst. Casey never leaves his side; he follows him all the way to the bathroom, and Ryland’s bedroom is his personal playroom since he only sleeps in the big bed with his dad. And now he’s just gone!
For nearly three hours, they search for him like crazy. They check everything from the trash bins in the dumpsters and the lighting equipment boxes to the areas around the actors' trailers. Suddenly, their hearts return to their chests when they hear Tom shouting, asking around for the father of a little boy.
There was Casey, happy as can be, wearing sunglasses that were ridiculously oversized for his tiny face, casually letting himself be carried around by an alpha who wasn't even part of the family.
Right then, Ryland couldn't care less about Tom. He is a total crying mess from the sheer stress, and his only thought is that his son almost gave him cardiac arrest. He can't even thank Tom properly; he can only sob out of pure, unadulterated relief while Casey, seeing his dad break down, starts crying too.
Meanwhile, a few yards away, the tide of chaos begins to recede. The crew heads back to their stations, the extras return to their marks, and everyone breathes a sigh of relief now that the kid has appeared safe and sound. Everyone seems to have regained their composure... except Gail.
Gail feels her blood turning to ice.
Her gaze is locked onto the pup, her nerves completely shot. Because, okay, the boy is identical to Ryland, sure, but as she looks closer... Tom’s physical traits become ridiculously obvious. They are undeniable. And that's when the puzzle pieces start clicking together in her head in the worst possible way.
Her mind races back exactly four years. Tom’s industry debut. A wild party on a producer's yacht. Gail remembers perfectly having to drag Tom out of one of the cabins on that boat because the idiot had a major casting call that very afternoon. She only recalled seeing a blonde omega in that bed, and that was it—she hadn't thought twice about it.
An omega whom, it's worth mentioning, Tom didn't stop talking and whining about for an entire month because he had "lost" him, until she had to step in and distract him with a beta just to get him to focus on his career.
Gail looks at Ryland. She looks at Casey. She looks at Tom.
Oh, shit.

















