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10 for fancyomega au with them watching movies with the kids when they’re a little older?

Jack and Rhys were curled up together, watching a movie that Rhys had selected from the “classic” category, and while Jack would argue that this qualified as ancient rather than merely classic, but he indulged Rhys’ choice anyway. Besides, it allowed him to cuddle up to the omega whenever Rhys got scared, which was pretty often. And pretty adorable. 

“Oooooh my god oh my god, no,” Rhys cried as he buried his head into Jack’s shoulder as another technician was brutally torn into pieces by the alien onscreen, “Earth cinema was so….ugh…”

“Kitten, I’ve pretty sure you’ve seen worse before,” Jack shook his head, looking pointedly at the omega. Rhys shuddered. 

“It’s….it’s different, like, the way they shoot it in this it’s just…it’s creepy…” Rhys whined, hugging onto Jack’s arm when the man made a move to stand. 

“C’mon, kitten, I’m just gonna go in the kitchen to get some more popcorn, chill, babe,” Jack chuckled, managing to pry Rhys’ viselike grip from off of his bicep, leaving the omega to dig his claws into one of their many throw pillows. 

Rhys didn’t know why he’d wanted to watch this movie in the first place. Vaughn had told him he’d like it but….ugh. It was so creepy! He bit his lip as another character met its bloody, brutal fate at the end of the alien’s sleek, black claws. 

Rhys jerked his head up as Jack walked back into the living room, eyebrows furrowing at the pained moan that spilled from Jack’s lips. His anxiety spiked as he watched Jack stumble, hands grasping against his stomach which–which, okay, was definitely not that big and lumpy beforehand? And where the hell was the popcorn?

“Oh…crap, don’t feel so good, kitten…” Jack moaned, looking queazy. Rhys sat up straight on the couch, clutching the pillow to his chest, eyes wide with concern. 

“Jack, what’s wrong, what’s going–” Rhys cut himself off in a scream, nearly falling off of the couch and whacking his head on the coffee table when the button snaps on Jack’s shirt burst, revealing a squealing, snarling Jaxen. 

“What the hell Jack!” Rhys screeched, forgetting to mind his language in front of his son as Jack cackled, catching his son in two strong hands as Jaxen continued to pretend to be the alien spawn, clawing his hands at the air and showing off his tiny, baby fangs. Rhys’ face burned with embarrassment as he struggled to scramble back onto the couch, wanting nothing more than to angrily toss a pillow at Jack’s head, but he didn’t want to deal with the inevitable tantrum and guilt that would result if he accidentally beaned Jaxen. 

“Oh my god kitten, your face, your frikkin’ face!” Jack guffawed, jabbing a finger at his mate as he smooched his son sloppily on the cheek, “and I couldn’t have done it without the cutest lil’ chestburster ever.”

“You’re so mean,” Rhys whined, grabbing a pillow tightly to his chest as he glared at his mate, “why is he awake, anyway? This movie is too scary for him!”

“Oh…I’ve seen it before, mama,” Jaxen piped up, glancing blankly at the carnage on the display. 

“He what?”

Jack’s face went white, wilting under the furious stare of his omega.

“Haha…..oops.”

15 fancy omega? ;^)

“Jack! Get back here!” Comes Rhys scathing voice from up on the dusty path, the omega’s hands braced against his ample hips as he glared down at where his more adventurous mate was tramping through the bright green grass with their oldest son scurrying after him.

“C’mon, pumpkin, don’t you think that pretty little flower will look gorgeous tucked behind your ear?” Jack pointed in the direction of a brilliant bush studded with exotically colored, rose-like flowers blooming towards the bright sun. Rhys bit his lip–he couldn’t deny that they looked gorgeous, but the ranger had told them to stay on the path. Not that he’d expected Jack to listen, but he could have at least tried to behave. 

“Okay, but you didn’t have to take Cyrus with you! What if he gets stung by a…a weird space bee, or something? He’s allergic to stings!” Rhys frowned even as his son waved cheerfully back at him, nearly tripping into Jack’s legs as he took his eyes off of the path in front of him. 

“Really?” Jack smirked, bending down to hoist Cyrus up in one arm, the other reaching out to delicately pluck the biggest flower from the bush, “oooor is it just ‘cause mama is afraid of bees?”

“I am not,” Rhys huffed, crossing his arms and petulantly turning his back to Jack, trying to ignore the alpha’s calls and the giggles of his son until they were right up behind him. His pout flickered slightly as tiny hands brushed over his ear, pushing away his auburn hair as the soft stem of the flower was tucked against it. 

“C’mon, pumpkin, turn around, we wanna see ya,” Jack purred, sending warm feelings down in the pit of Rhys’ stomach that made the omega turn around, fanning his fingers around his face as he struck a glamorous pose. 

“How do I look?”

“Pretty!” Cyrus squeaked and clapped his hands, not quite drowning out the low, growled “sexy” that rasped from Jack’s smirking lips. Rhys scoffed, smacking Jack’s chest softly in warning, though the sultry gleam in his eyes told Jack that his omega certainly appreciated the compliment. 

give me ideas what what jack should feed rhys in that one fic

i already have the main course and he’s gonna have like…quail eggs as one of the appetizers but im open to suggestions

especially for dessert

only rule is that it has to be exorbitantly fancy 

In the end, they were about five minutes late, but thankfully Jack’s director and co-stars had manage to distract the crowd long enough with jokes and anecdotes to distract from the star’s tardiness. Jack had marched onto the stage, arms expectantly spread outwards the the roar of the crowd, leaving Rhys gasping and out of breath backstage, relief overwhelming him as he’d finally gotten Jack to where he was supposed to go.

Asides from the rocky start, however, the panel went off without a hitch. Jack was in rare form, snarking and telling all kinds of stories that had the audience in stitches. Rhys particularly liked hearing about all the pranks Jack liked to pull on his stunt double, though he felt a little bad for the poor guy. Especially the story about the box of kittens—though at least Jack had let him have one in the end?

Actually, the panel seemed mostly consumed by Jack, with the rest of his costars and production staff receiving very little questions and getting mush less time to talk to the audience. Not that they seemed to mind—by all the cheers and screams coming from the crowd, hearing Jack talk for sixty minutes seemed to be exactly what they wanted to hear.

Jack ended the panel by taking off his shirt and sloppily kissing his co-star, Nisha Kadam much to the thrill of the crowd. Though he was on the clock, Rhys couldn’t resist pulling out his phone and snapping a quick picture of the intertwined couple from behind, making sure to get a nice view of Jack’s jeans hanging off his sculpted ass.

Rhys hung back as the panel cleared out, Jack and his costars ambling backstage to chat amongst themselves. Rhys rubbed his wrist awkwardly, stealing sidelong glances at Jack as the actor made kissy faces at Nisha, only to get an annoyed, purple clawed hand to the face as she shoved him away. Rhys felt something tight and warm curl in his belly, his head feeling fuzzy as he toyed with going up to properly talk to the actor. He knew from the heat in his face that he was probably blushing bright red, practically glowing in the dim light of the backstage. He put a hand to his lips, turning away to maybe find a bathroom, to splash some cold water onto his face until it was time to guide Jack to his next event, when suddenly a broad, warm hand clapped on his shoulder, rooting him in place.

“So what’d you think, kitten?” Jack Lawrence smirked as he turned Rhys around, other hand on his hip. “Enjoy the view?”

Rhys balked for a moment, struggling to lift his eyes from where they had fallen right on Jack’s chest. The actor hadn’t yet shrugged his blazer back on, the only thing covering his torso his thin yellow shirt that clung to the curves of muscles that Rhys had seen completely bared to hundreds of people a couple of minutes earlier.

its a fucking comic con AU

jack is a famous actor and rhys is his “handler”

Jack was particularly proud of the main course. He’d spared absolutely no expense with this—and considering how high the bar had been set with the previous courses, this way no small feat. A delicate, perfectly broiled filet mignon, crested with seared foie gras, sat kingly atop a mound of whipped purple potatoes. Two thickly buttered lobster tails curled elegant around the filet, the entire affair dusted with delicately shaved white truffle. It was an utterly gorgeous presentation and Jack was almost loathe to ruin it.

But there was still plenty of space left in Rhys’ belly that needed to be filled. 

The blade of the elegant, cedar-handled steak knife glimmered briefly in Jack’s hand before it sunk into the supple flesh of the filet, cutting through the tender meat like butter until it chimed with a clink against the plate. Jack pierced a fat piece of foie gras to the steak with his fork, the morsel coming away with little effort as Jack raised it up to Rhys. The young man’s eyes fluttered half closed, lips parted and trusting as Jack slipped the meat carefully into his lover’s mouth, silvery prongs slipping clean from between Rhys’ lips as he chewed with a lurid moan.  

A deep crimson glass of syrah was raised to Rhys’ chin as the young man finished swallowing down the forkful of filet. Jack waited for a moment, not wanting Rhys to choke, before he brought the glass up the rest of the way to Rhys’ lips, content only when the boy had drained half of its contents. He finished off the other half himself, grinning drunkenly at Rhys as he loaded up the fork with a generous chunk of lobster swirled in the truffled potatoes.

all right i guess this might be the thing to break the writer’s block huh

ill be honest we saw a guy running with both his dog and a stroller today and im just imagining handsome stay at home alpha dad Tim who runs shirtless and lifts his kids up on his biceps and Rhys comes home from his day job and is just…in love…Tim you wonder why you have so many kids when Rhys gets so turned on by you being a good dad