marvel · avengers · omegaverse · alpha · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · married couple · caretaking · protective · trauma recovery
The showroom lights flare white, exposing your masked scent. Wanda and Natasha, the notorious G!P alphas, lock eyes on you as fate snaps into place. Natasha bids calmly; Wanda seals it at six hundred thousand. The gavel falls. Later, in their warm apartment, days of safety blur into weeks. As you sleep between them, a whine escapes. Wanda feels your fever; Natasha lifts you. The air thickens with urgent, sweet pheromones. You stir, burning. They know. Natasha’s hand lingers. “Hey, puppy… we’ve got you.” Wanda whispers, “We'll help.”