Ben Solo was the epitome of an Alpha Male. Tall and strong, with a body that looked like Michaelangelo’s David, carved out of solid marble. He was solid and in control, commanding respect by his very presence. He had proven himself to be a lethal killing machine in Iraq. His new job at NYPD SVU, put him in touch with his nuturing side, especially toward women that had been abused. He could never understand how someone could harm their own mate, when all he had ever dreamed about was finding his.
Hey guys. This is my entry for the FB AO3 Challenge. I spun Modern AU crossover.
Reblogging because I’ve decided to add a few more chapters. Chapter 2 is up on AO3 and Wattpad.
Sample:
His scent was everywhere. He smelled like the forest and copper and something uniquely his own. The smell of home. She had waited for this man, fought off a barrage of pushy Alphas. She was glad she did.
She wanted more than anything to smell like him, so that she was more his. She rubbed her cheek on his neck and placed a tiny kiss on the scent gland just below his ear. She was shocked by the jolt of pleasure that surged through her body.
Ben Solo was the epitome of an Alpha Male. Tall and strong, with a body that looked like Michaelangelo’s David, carved out of solid marble. He was solid and in control, commanding respect by his very presence. He had proven himself to be a lethal killing machine in Iraq. His new job at NYPD SVU, put him in touch with his nuturing side, especially toward women that had been abused. He could never understand how someone could harm their own mate, when all he had ever dreamed about was finding his.
Hey guys. This is my entry for the FB AO3 Challenge. I spun Modern AU crossover.
Reblogging because I’ve decided to add a few more chapters. Chapter 2 is up on AO3 and Wattpad.
Sample:
His scent was everywhere. He smelled like the forest and copper and something uniquely his own. The smell of home. She had waited for this man, fought off a barrage of pushy Alphas. She was glad she did.
She wanted more than anything to smell like him, so that she was more his. She rubbed her cheek on his neck and placed a tiny kiss on the scent gland just below his ear. She was shocked by the jolt of pleasure that surged through her body.
Summary: [Across the kitchen, Andy slowly lifted his head and it was like a mountain rising out of the sea.]
Pairing: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Reader
Word Count: 8.3K
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Part one is pretty tame. Part two will… be the opposite of tame. Regardless, shoo younglings! This isn’t for you, please respect that. Now, for part one, here there be explicit language, awful tyrannical government organizations, misogynistic society, mention of civil unrest, hints of imprisonment/captivity, slight manipulation (nothing too terrible), incapacitated reader, discussion of noncon breeding, mention of noncon drug use, soft!dark themes, age gap (reader is in their early 20’s and Andy in late 30’s), and slight praise kink. I think I got them all…
Author’s Note: Hi friends! I am getting back into the writing flow again after a break and a gross bout of depression. I am trying something new here (or very old, for my NGL crowd… but this isn’t exactly like my NGL A/B/O universe). It’s been so long since I wrote this trope and my god, I forgot how much I love it. I was inspired by @stargazingfangirl18’s 5k Soft!Dark Challenge and decided to join in the fun. Thank you, Siri, for encouraging me and listening to me gush over Alpha Andy potential and for answering all my questions. To my Ignition readers, don’t worry, that is on my list after I complete part two of this story. But I hope you also enjoy this! And thank you @firefly-graphics for creating the amazing butterfly dividers!
Part One
“Step forward and give me your wrist.”
Jolting, you blinked up at the barrel-chested security guard. His stare was unflinching beneath furrowed, dark brows. The curved device he was holding beeped impatiently, the tip blinking red. You swallowed.
“Your wrist,” he repeated with a light growl.
Shuffling towards him, you shifted your heavy binder to one arm and hurriedly pushed up the sleeve of your oversized sweater muttering a quiet, “Sorry.”
The guard didn’t acknowledge your apology and merely swept the smooth tip of the device across your pulse. There was no answering beep, no signal of a result detected—not that you were expecting one. But the security guard certainly was given the way his frown deepened. Suspicious eyes lifted to your quiet, steady gaze and then fell to the space where your shoulder met your neck. You knew what he was going to demand before the words left his mouth.
“Tilt your head to the side.”
“Is that really necessary?” You asked with a single, unamused brow. “Your little device just told you what I am.”
“It didn’t tell me shit,” the man grunted.
“Correct,” you agreed, trying to keep your voice even. “Which is an answer in and of itself. Do we really need to escalate this further?”
The security guard went very still and for a long moment he just stared at you. Then—
“Are you resisting?”
The question was low and quiet and the threat behind it had a chill slithering up your spine like the underbelly of a snake. The man’s hand slid to the electric baton dangling at his waist and your heart dropped to the soles of your feet.
Omg Rev, this was so AMAZING!!!! The way you captured the calm reserved confidence of Andy’s and his presence, that was fantastic! The take on this type of AU is very topical with all of the dystopia happening everywhere. (gestures to everything)
