#I just worry about omega getting stuck in one of those

[heyclickadee]

Bad batch speculation under the cut:

I think Omega’s hair is wet in this shot (I promise this is going somewhere).

Okay, to be fair, it’s a little hard to tell. Her hair has grown a little bit probably two or three inches at least, and seems to be long enough that she can tie it back, or at least tie the back part of it back. We haven’t really seen this hairstyle yet so we don’t know what it looks like normally, but Omega’s hair does have a little bit of a wave to it, especially on the ends. (It should be curly, but that’s another issue). Here, though, it’s completely flat and hanging down, which is usually what the rigging/animation team does to signal that her hair’s wet. Here’s Omega normally and after she got dunked in a cave:

Again, hard to tell, buuut I think it’s a possibility in that first shot.

Of course, we don’t know when that shot takes place. Omega’s still in her Tantiss outfit, so it’s probably during or right after the escape. And if her hair is wet, and if this is during the escape, then maybe part of the escape is going to be breaking out of a tube. Or breaking someone else out of a tube.

The main reason I bring this up is because I just rewatched “Bounty Lost” the other night. In it, we have that scene with Omega, Fennec, and the abandoned tube experiments, and then Omega specifically mentioning that ending up as an experiment in a tube as something she’s afraid of. It’s not unreasonable to think that back and have that fear realized. Which means we could see Omega in one of those experiment tubes at one point; and, if Crosshair’s there when it starts happening, that could be the thing that pushes him to want to break out. He won’t try to escape for his own sake, but he’ll probably try for Omega’s.

And, because I’m clearly overthinking this two seconds of footage, non-experiment-in-a-tube-angst options for why Omega’s hair could be wet here include, but are not limited to:

1. Omega and Crosshair smash a bunch of equipment as a distraction on their way out, and some of the equipment had water or bacta in it, so they got wet.

2. They triggered some fire sprinklers on the way out.

3. Omega breaks someone else—maybe Crosshair—out of a tube.

And, the most likely:

4. It was raining on the platform when they escaped.

[thementalshawty]

PAC The Aura You Give Off

HAYLOWWWWWWW welcome back lol I’m here with a quick PAC cos we’re almost there to 2000 followers oooop our tarot event is near!!! So to celebrate my 1985 followers huh isn’t that a Taylor Swift album? 🤔 anyways I’m here to let you guys know and see what kind of vibes you give off. I feel A lot of you like anime! I was pulled to anime images for this PAC and you guys know I do emojis. I also feel Red, Blue,Teal, & Purple are inportant to some of you or are actually the color of some of your auras they can be your favorite colors too maybe that’s how you should choose your pile? Some of you I heard!! Anyways let’s get this going you know this is a GENERAL reading take what resonated and the let the rest ROLL off it’s for someone else!!! Okay bitches let’s fuccin GOOOOOOOOOOO

Pile I

Yo this is deep and intense, I feel that’s the vibe you give off. You give off a death and resurrection vibes, the beginning and end the alpha and omegas I feel like there is plutonic energy about you guys, very scorpionic vibes. Some of you like black or are night owls. I get tortured soul vibes from you, very grungy. But so upbeat positive, unique, rare and goofy it’s like a goth singing 1000 miles by Vanessa Carlton I’m getting those vibes, pink and black vibes. You guys have been through so much shit! You guys give off defeated but thugging through with a smile vibe, happy go lucky. Sunshine on a rainy day I heard. You guys are a cloudy day but it’s still sunny. Very uranian energy too, you guys stand out and I feel you guys suffer for it. Very fun and outspoken. Outgoing! Risk takers and that’s gotten you guys into some deep trouble but you rose out of it! You guys give off soldier through war ptsd fighting for a happy ending vibes some of you have fake it til you make it vibes. Some of you. People see that you’re a warrior who’s been defeated but you’re not afraid of starting over from 0. The baddest period. Some of you may have sun in Gemini ♊️ which means happy birthdays gem babies!!! You’re unique be you and don’t worry about the pain you are the happy go lucky baby you will be ok!! You’re very strong you’ve died and came back so many times the transformations you’ve went through are endless.

Pile II

Ooof! So this pile gives off selfish bitchery vibes, you guys seem so motherly, maternal, paternal, parental, loving. Very caring and sweet but I think you give off insincere vibes like you have to give something to get something from you. I also feel people feel like some of you are players or that you’re heartbreakers, you’re very helpful I feel but people may be reluctant to take your help? Some of you may be Taurus moons?? You like money, luxury, having things, people can assume you’re bougie or stuck up!! You are very careful with who you help, again this is why people may assume the worst about you. You guys are very grounded and earthlyd. I feel like you guys have a lot and you worked for that shit! A lot of you are self made and I heard jealous! They are very fucking jealous of you! Your whole vibe and energy shit what you got too! Even if you don’t physically or materially have a lot. They want what you got, you just have it! youre the it boys/girls/its/thems! You got a lot of haters ! People try to make you guys out to be “better than them”. Idgaf that’s cos you are! You’re regal 👸🏽 🤴🏽 👑. They can’t take you and I feel like you guys defend yourself! You guys are hella motivational too you wanna see your people succeed & make it. You’re a cheerleader cos you clawed your way and fought tooth and nail I heard to make it happen for you and I am all happy for you guys I’m rooting for y’all to keep going fuck the haters and the ones that have negative thoughts Ik know getting the vibe of this guarded energy that people are mistaking for selfishness and that’s on them. Some of your guides are talking and they have attitude and I’m here for it! They don’t play about you and I think it’s cos they know what you had to go through to have what you have so protect that shit with everything regardless of how little or how much you think you have. You have a lot! I love this vibe p2. You are tight as fucc. I love you! Stay true and even if you’re bougie stay having high standards! Stay classy

Pile III

So this pile is a little sad, you guys give sad boy/girl/them vibes. It seems like you guys are very sentimental but you give off the vibe of being stuck in nostalgia if that makes sense. You can be the ones that still wear 90’s style clothes or listen to that music. lol I’m hearing still trying to make fetch work so maybe some of you like mean girls. Gretchen wieners I think her name was right? anyways you guys give off that vibe of being trapped when you’re not really trapped. You guys get into your head a lot! Some of you maybe Scorpio suns and Gemini Jupiters it can even be vice versa. I’m seeing that you’re over-thinkers and when you start thinking bout old times you can travel way back into your memories. Jupiter has to do with expansion and Gemini is mercurial mental energy so I feel like with that you guys are the biggest over-thinkers of this reading! You guys can stretch a thought for miles long! I feel like you’re hella intelligent too! You’re intense and you’re giving, romantic, sweet. You make everyone feel like they’ve met you somewhere before. You give have familiarity vibes. It’s just so easy with you I feel you can make others feel at ease and hella comfortable with you. Your aura and vibe is homely very warm like similar to p2 but more humbling. You’re generous. Kind. I feel like your aura is kind of trapped in a happy dream vibes. I heard happyland? I feel you guys are emotionally invested in your happy memories and good times. I feel in a past life you were trapped in some way. I also think you give off the vibe of being trapped so maybe some of you jail? I’m thinking that a lot of you think you’re deeper shit than you are, a lot of you feel like you’re trapped and you’re truly not. You just have to be grateful for those memories and create more, maybe you’re afraid to leave that happy space but there is a world beyond those happy memories! You’ll be surrounded by so much more happiness creating present love and happiness for yourself!

Pile IV

Okay! So I’m seeing that some of you may be some Aries sun and mercury Virgos. My roasters of this entire reading! You know how to read a bitch down hunny! I’m seeing that you are a wholesome and fulfilled person, who doesn’t rush, you know the value of working hard and waiting for your fruits to grow and ripen. Very family oriented. You know who you are and what you want which is why you don’t rush shit, you know that what’s for you is going to be yours regardless. I feel like this pile here is very humble and confident at the same time! You have a deep balance about you, very passionate yet grounded so you’re not all over the place, it’s controlled. Your circle is little and means the world to you. You are a legacy or you’ll leave behind a legacy honestly! Powerful and passionate energy. I also feel like you know how to manifest this pile gives me magician vibes, you know how to create physical and material things from energy. You’re a great friend; a great hang and a wonderful time. You are amazing and magical, you’re wealth, a lot of you may have wealth or are destined for it, material wealth. You are in charge, you are the boss if there’s a CEO you’re the boss of them; you know what you want and you accept only that nothing less than the best for you. I’m so glad that you have that self love! You’re a leader meant to rule, you give off big boss captain energy. You are meant to have lots of people following your rules or journey maybe admirers? Followers maybe online? I get this vibe that you’re that fighter who never stops punching even when they’re on the ground, you’ve never lost a battle. You’re a champion!

WELP! That’s it guys that’s all! I’m so happy that I can share this cool reading with you guys! Should I do more personal readings like this! I hope that it resonated with you guys and for my patreon group please get your questions in before may ends thank you!

[drafthorsemath]

Waking Up and Coming Home

A/N: I wanted to explore what might happen if CX-2 really was Tech, what it's like when he wakes up after being impaled, how he survives, and what it might be like for him to get home and find his own happiness. Includes TechPhee and a reason Omega keeps Tech's goggles.

Warnings: Tech wakes up and realizes he has cybernetic implants, drug withdraw, nausea, being impaled, PTSD, cybernetic surgery, Tech finds Crosshair's hand

Word Count: 5.568k

Tech took a sharp breath. He was vertically pinned to something. He tried breathing through the mask, but something was different. The usual smell and taste that accompanied the mask was gone although it was still on. The fog that plagued him was lifting. He instinctively reached down and found an electrospear just below his sternum, only he felt no pain. He blinked several times and removed the helmet. He had no memory of being given this armor. There was no blood and the electrospear was out of power. He felt a series of wires and tubes around the spear and absent-mindedly kept looking around for someone. All he saw were other bodies of those in armor similar to his own and some regs in what he could only assume was prison garb. One of the tubes in his abdomen appeared to be leaking. Was that oil? It didn’t smell or look like blood. He didn’t have time to think about it. Instead, he grabbed the spear and pulled as hard as he could. It was no good. He decided to observe and allow himself to wake up further from his trance. Was he really going to die hanging in the middle of… this was Tantiss wasn’t it? He remembered fighting someone. He remembered flying a ship. He remembered trying to fight his own mind, but he was so far away from his actions. His mind was still not completely his own, but he noticed the gas around the CX chambers had dissipated. Those prisons. That disgusting concoction. Tears came to his eyes as he shook. His breath caught in his throat when he remembered the smirk on Hemlock’s face as he described how Crosshair suffered. Hemlock had perfected his methods since that failure and Tech worried his brother had perished. It didn’t help that he was still stuck in place. Trapped. Just as he had been when he woke up in the containment chamber with a series of cybernetic implants. Arrogant as always, Hemlock enjoyed explaining how this chamber would shape his mind and how it was an advanced form of the same technology that was used to enhance Crosshair’s chip on that fateful day on Kamino.

Tech took another breath and tried moving. He felt a piece of metal on the floor just high enough he could pull it closer with his foot. He tried using that for a little leverage since his own weight made it harder to remove the metal rod stuck in his torso. As he wiggled around, pulled on the spear, and took some deep breaths, the object dislodged from its location behind him and he was able to carefully remove himself and it. He took more deep breaths and looked around. He checked on the other clones whose bodies lay around the room. CX or prisoner, it didn’t matter. They’d all been prisoners. Each time he felt for a pulse and found none he lost a little more hope. He was the only one alive. How long had he been alone in this room? Judging by the condition of the bodies, it hadn’t been too long. Rigor mortis hadn’t set in yet, so less than eight hours.

He sat down briefly and reminded himself to continue to breathe. He kept trying to tell himself that the air was safe now. He had resisted inhaling Hemlock’s toxins, but when constrained, there was no choice. Now, Tech’s mind hadn’t been this clear since Plan 99. Not only did each CX chamber include a gaseous drug the clones continually inhaled, but Hemlock ensured they received a steady dose of the same electric torture that started the process. Tech tugged at the hole the spear created in his armor and looked at his cybernetic abdomen. Tubes that allowed for blood flow were thankfully working. There was a contraption that served as a diaphragm. He hypothesized that it seized up when the electrospear hit him, but started working again not long after, spurred on by his living body’s own neurons. Other tubes seemed to be used for digestion, but those were empty and at least one appeared torn. He reached for the comm badge on his arm near his shoulder, but it was gone. Why did he think there was a comm badge there? Tech didn’t have that. The CX did. He started putting more pieces together. Hemlock had taken it. Tears came to his eyes again when he realized that he helped bring Omega in. It must have been him. He remembered glimpses, but that was all.

He wandered around the room and picked up a blaster in case he wasn’t alone in the facility. Although it was so quiet he could only hear some hounds howling outside, he didn’t want to take chances. As he made his way through the room and wider facility, he found a hand on the floor. Oh no. He knew that hand and its armor. Crosshair. He dared not touch it. At this point even if Crosshair was there, reattaching the hand wouldn’t work after this amount of time. Had he done that? He searched for the bodies of any of his siblings, but they were nowhere to be found and he felt a little relief even though he wasn’t sure where they were.

Tears came to his eyes as he suddenly thought about the CX chambers. What it meant to be a CX. How they weren’t sent out for long, or the conditioning would surely wear off. Their masks had a small supply of the chemical, but it wouldn’t last forever. It drove each man forward when they were released. It kept him obedient.

He wandered the halls some more before returning to the spot where he woke up earlier and examined the inner workings of his discarded helmet now that his mind was a bit clearer. There was some trapped gas in a small chamber, but it appeared the wiring meant to steadily release the toxin had short-circuited. Tech gasped at the revelation and gingerly held the helmet. In a fit of anger, he threw it as far as he could. The sound of it hitting a distant wall echoed through the facility.

Tech swallowed, closed his eyes, and breathed in the stale but clean air. He pictured the sunset on Pabu with Phee. Where was Phee? Where was he now? He was certain this was Tantiss, but exactly where was Tantiss? And how long would his cybernetics last without some help? He headed down another hallway and searched for some tools but wasn’t quite able to see straight or think straight. Echo could help. Could Echo find him?  Did his family know where Tantiss was yet? Wait. Yes because Crosshair’s hand was wearing his old armor, although Tech noted it was stripped. Or was his mind playing tricks on him? Tears came to his eyes and he reminded himself that he hadn’t found the rest of his brother yet. Or the rest of their squad. He hoped they were long gone. Had they been successful in his absence? He wandered the facility and eventually found a communications array. At this point he was sure the Empire had abandoned this place, but he couldn’t quite punch in the code to get a signal out. What if it was tracked? He cursed his slow mind and lack of clear decision-making ability. He didn’t want to take risks with this.

He found solace in walking. He had a better idea of the layout of the facility and as he kept breathing and moving, his mind cleared further. He wasn’t sure what else to do. He found what must have been living quarters for some TK troopers and pocketed a few small items that were left behind including a piece of jewelry he hoped would be worth something. Anything to buy him passage to a safe location.  That was the plan now. Surely someone else lived on this planet or would visit. His search yielded some clean prison clothes and he decided those would do. He carefully took off his belt and stepped out of the wretched armor. He would rather walk out of this facility naked than wear it any longer. Putting on the new clothes was a bit of a task, but he was in minimal pain compared to how he looked. The belt with pockets was the only part of the armor he put back on. Those would come in handy even if there were fewer pouches than he preferred. Now was not the time to be picky.

Tech wandered down yet another hallway, picked up an abandoned datapad, and scrolled through the downloaded files. They were scientific records of some sort. His mind still foggy, he couldn’t quiet comprehend everything it said, but stuffed it between his body and his belt for later analysis. He noticed there was a broken ship in the hangar, and while his investigation proved it could fly, he didn’t trust that it wouldn’t be tracked. He somehow knew that he had caused more pain than he could remember and didn’t want to risk anything else by leading the enemy to Pabu. He was startled from his thoughts by the sound of another ship landing in the next hangar bay. It wasn’t the Empire. Pirates? It surely seemed so. If they were pirates, then they might give him a ride to a safer location if he had something to trade. The jewelry he pocketed might be enough, but he had a hunch pirates might be more interested in something a little sharper. He wasted no time heading back to the CX chambers. He picked up the unique sniper rifle and all the CX weapons. He sighed as he looked at the other clones. His other brothers. He didn’t even know them, but it didn’t change his feeling toward them. They had all been through some form of hell together yet isolated.

Tech headed back toward the hangar and startled what turned out to be a lone pirate. He found the man lazily looking through crates in the hangar before he spotted Tech.

“I was told this place was abandoned,” the weequay said as he pointed a blaster in Tech’s direction.

“It is,” Tech answered. “I was left for dead.”

“You are not bleeding?” he asked.

“I suppose not,” Tech answered, “although I am unsure of the details. It appears I was drugged and have some sort of cybernetic enhancements.”

The pirate huffed.

“And what do you plan on doing with those interesting looking weapons?” he asked with a grin.

“An exchange,” Tech responded flatly. “I need a ride away from here and you’re my safest bet.”

He tried to think more clearly and took some more breaths while the pirate considered his offer.

“Out of curiosity, how did you find this place?” Tech asked.

The man grinned again and responded, “Lower-level imperials quickly figured out that they will be paid well for information. Abandoned facilities are gold mines. I can sell those blades for a good price. I assume those are one of a kind.”

“To my knowledge, yes,” Tech replied.

The pirate nodded and examined the weapons without moving closer, although he was sure this man had no intention of hurting him.

“I’m afraid time is of the essence,” Tech said, feeling fresh pain in his torso where mechanics now lived.

“If I leave now, I may miss out on something more profitable before the scavengers show up.”

“I’ll give you every weapon here but the blaster on my belt,” Tech said. He was already planning on doing this but framing it as a bonus had an impact on the pirate.

“Very well. How far do you need to go?”

Tech didn’t want to give away his ultimate destination of Pabu, but knew if he could get to Ord Mantell, he could potentially contact one of his brothers or Phee. Cid had left them high and dry last he remembered, so he would be sure to avoid her. The pirate agreed and had Tech shuffle onto the ship with a blaster to his back. This guy was not going to risk Tech turning on him and taking his ship. The pirate put his prize away and Tech sat down. The trip was quick enough, and Tech was sure the weequay would turn around for Tantiss again as soon as he was off the ship.

“You’ve reached your destination,” the pirate said as soon as he landed. “Now, off my ship.”

Tech got up to leave but reached into one of the pouches that remained on his person. He pulled out the necklace he found earlier and stated, “I’ll give you this for a working comm device.”

The man bit his lip and huffed. He should have driven a harder bargain sooner, but he was so enraptured with the vibroblades he got distracted.

“Fine,” he said, snatching the jewelry and hanging Tech a small comm.

Tech nodded and shuffled off the ship. He was met with the smell of mantell mix but stopped himself. He had no money, and he wasn’t sure he could even digest food normally at this point. Instead, he found a quiet location on the outskirts of town and comm’d Echo. It seemed the safest bet and Echo has the most experience with cybernetics should he have an emergency before reaching Pabu.

“Havoc 4? Echo, I need your help.”

Echo picked up immediately upon recognizing the voice.

“Tech?!”

“Affirmative.”

“Where are you? What happened?”

“Ord Mantell. I will send you coordinates to my location via this comm, but I cannot promise it will be perfectly accurate.”

“Do you need medical attention?” came another voice. It was Gregor.

“I may, but it appears I now have cybernetic implants. I was on Tantiss and woke up in a daze. At least I’m fairly certain that’s where I was.” Echo and Gregor heard him sigh in a way they’d never heard before. “I am certain I’ve done things I regret, although my memory is not great, and I don’t know the extent of my injuries, although I appear stable.”

Echo understood.

“We’re on our way,” replied Echo. “Leaving Pantora. The others are on Pabu. Just keep away from Cid.”

“I have no intention of finding her,” Tech said.

“Good,” Gregor said. “She only got worse.”

Tech didn’t inquire about that right now. He was sure he’d get the full story soon enough. He waited some time and at one point was worried something happened. He tried not to think about it too much. His mind was still blurry and he felt like he was going to be sick. What he didn’t know was that Echo had quickly left Pantora to head back to Pabu and pick up Crosshair. Wrecker, Hunter, and Omega wanted to come too, but Crosshair suggested he go alone with Echo and Gregor. Based on Tech’s message relayed from Echo, he knew at least part of what his brother had been through, and it seemed a good idea to take a little extra time getting to Tech and have Crosshair’s help.

Gregor landed the ship and prepared the one bunk with all the blankets they had. Crosshair insisted they would need it. Echo comm’d Tech again. They were only about one klick from the ship. Despite the intense stress of the last few days, Crosshair and Echo summoned their strength to run. They found Tech sitting with his back to a wall, seemingly dozing but very much alive, and both crouched down in front of him.

“Tech?” Crosshair asked.

Tech opened his eyes and saw his brother for the first time since Kamino. His eyes tracked down to where Crosshair’s hand had been and he froze.

“I did that, didn’t I?” Tech asked. The blood drained out of his face and he started retching.

“It’s not your fault,” Crosshair said as he reached for his brother. He and Echo helped Tech up and the three headed to the ship.

Crosshair sat with him on the bunk. Gregor took off for Pabu while Tech peeled back his clothing to allow Echo to help assess the cybernetic device.

“It looks like two of these tubes were pulled apart,” Echo said. “I can try reattaching them and it looks like then you should be able to eat small amounts until we can replace them.”

“Very well,” Tech replied.

Crosshair helped him lay back and assisted Echo with the procedure. Despite only having two working hands between them, it was more than adequate. The tubes were torn from the impact of the electrospear, but the torn ends were cut and the tubes new flat ends reattached. Tech could feel a tug from the shortened pieces, but it was nothing compared to how bad it could have been. Most of the wiring had simply been pushed aside by the spear.

“Not sure how we can close all this up,” Echo said, referring to the abdominal panel covering the cybernetic.

“That is a problem for another time, I think,” Tech replied. “It’s not affecting life support.”

Crosshair nodded in agreement and Echo returned to the co-pilot’s seat at the front of the ship.

“Here,” Crosshair said, lifting a thermos of warm liquid.

Tech nodded when he smelled the broth. He hadn’t been this hungry in a long time and tried to gulp down any calories he could.

“Take it easy,” Crosshair said. “Don’t make yourself sick. I know what’s coming.”

Tech looked at him and nodded. He slowed his pace and took a deep breath as the vegetable broth settled his belly.

“I believe I am experiencing drug withdraws, Crosshair.”

“Mm.”

“It will get worse, yes?”

Crosshair nodded.

“How long?”

“It was weeks for me. Worse for others. The fastest recovery I saw was ten rotations.” His eyes darted before he added, “Hemlock said he improved the conditioning process. It might be longer for you.”

Tech nodded. He finished the broth and laid back down. Crosshair laid down with him. Tech hadn’t realized just how cold and shaky he was until Crosshair held him. His brother pulled a thick blanket over both of them and did his best to help Tech feel comfortable.

By the time they were on Pabu, Tech felt like his body was full of daggers and fever. He kept calling out for help even though his brothers were helping to the best of their ability. Phee, Hunter, Wrecker, and Omega had prepared the bed that was his prior to Eriadu. Crosshair stayed there after Tech’s fall, but now Wrecker had rearranged the bed situation so there was room for Tech and someone to be at his side the whole time. More than a few tears were shed as Crosshair helped Tech stumble off the ship and into the home. Gregor checked in with Rex and took the ship to rendezvous with the boys, leaving Echo behind for now.

They tried to get Tech in bed so he could rest, but he fought against any blankets put on him, seemingly frightened he was back in Hemlock’s lab and being restrained. While it was upsetting to watch, Crosshair calmly reminded him that he was safe and gently helped his brother take in what was familiar. The sheets felt like Pabu. The air smelled clean. He could hear the ocean. The voices and faces of those around him were real. Tech started to calm just enough to lay in bed. He shook violently and his mind seemed to be in two places.

“Sedative,” Tech managed to get out, looking into his brother’s eyes. Crosshair nodded.

“Are you sure,” Hunter asked.

“It’s what I would want too,” Crosshair replied.

Hunter nodded and got the med kit. Phee had already made sure to stockpile what medication she could find on the island and was already making a list of other things they might need for a supply run. She watched in uncertainty as Hunter gave Tech the injection and it immediately took effect.

“Phee,” Tech managed as his body gave in to the medication.

“Hey Brown Eyes,” she answered softly.

He reached his hand out and she took it as she kneeled next to his bed.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Tech.” That was all she could say before a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he fell asleep.

While he was out, Echo and Hunter had a look at his cybernetics as best they could while the others looked on. The person most qualified to work on these was Tech himself, but he wasn’t in any shape to do so. There was a lot of back and forth about what should be done. His heart was beating. He was breathing. He could eat and digest. There was just some tubing that needed replacing and a giant hole through the front and back of his torso. They decided to wait on any internal fixes for now but weren’t sure how to address the hole through the front and back metal panels in his middle.

“We should cover it up,” Wrecker suggested.

“With what?” Echo asked.

“I dunno,” came the response.

“Can we bend the pieces so they lay flatter against him?” Omega asked.

“I could try that,” Wrecker said. “But I don’t want to break something and hurt him either.”

“Why don’t we cut off the parts that are sticking out, and screw on a panel to each side to at least keep him covered up and protected?” Phee asked.

“Probably our best option,” Hunter replied.

Wrecker picked up his brother and carried him to his workbench. It was the safest spot for removing pieces of metal. Tech was completely out. Echo removed the sharp edges and Phee and Crosshair found some scrap metal in the right size. Echo managed to connect the front piece before Wrecker rolled Tech over and made sure he was as comfortable as could be. Once they were sure every component inside his abdomen was secure, Echo attached the back panel. The largest clone then lifted his brother and carried him back to bed.

The rest of the night was a cycle of Tech sleeping, waking with a start, shaking, and fighting invisible monsters. Crosshair spent the first night sleeping next to him. Whenever Tech would shake or lash out, he would hold him until they both fell asleep again. Crosshair’s heart was heavy. He knew none of this was Tech’s fault. If anything, he felt pangs of guilt for staying in the Empire so long. He took a deep breath as he held his shaking brother. It took work, but he was starting to accept that it wasn’t all his fault, thanks in no small part to his sister constantly reminding him. The Empire kept him prisoner. Hemlock experimented on him and tortured him. He tried escaping multiple times before he and Omega were successful. A yawn hit him and he relaxed further. Tech’s soft snores made him smile. He would do whatever it took to make sure this family was okay.

In the morning, the sedative had worked its way through Tech’s system and he’d slept through the remaining exhaustion. He woke up next to Crosshair and felt the warm sun greet him. His eyes tried to adjust, but he realized that some of his dizziness was the result of the fall damaging his eyes. His pupils kept trying to adjust to take in as much information as possible and he couldn’t find his goggles.

“What is it?” Crosshair asked.

“My goggles,” he said.

“They’re in the Archium,” Phee answered as she appeared in the doorway with some breakfast.

Tech looked up at her and tried to smile. Phee sat next to the bed while the two men ate. Tech continued to have bouts of shakiness, but greedily ate the meal in front of him.

“Take it easy Brown Eyes.”

Tech felt heat creep on his face at hearing the nickname with a clearer mind.

“I don’t remember when I ate last, aside from the broth yesterday.”

“How do you feel?” she asked.

Tech looked down at the mended hole over his torso and moved his limbs a little.

“My eyes are struggling to focus and the shakiness is returning.” Tech swallowed some hot tea and looked at his hands. “I keep having flashbacks.”

“It will get better,” Crosshair reassured him. Tech felt comfort knowing his brother had overcome this conditioning and while Hemlock’s methods on Tech were worse, he was confident he could work through this.

“If I got you some tools and supplies, do you want to try making some new goggles?” Phee asked.

Tech nodded. “I should scan my eyes first to determine the type of lenses, but then yes.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” she replied.

Omega and Wrecker overheard the conversation and ran to retrieve the beloved item from the Archium. Tech was shaking and sweating again with Crosshair still by his side and Hunter joining them. Omega silently held out the goggles to Tech. They talked about how they obtained them and how precious they’d become. Tech held them in his hands and stared back at them like looking at a former version of himself.

“Better to start from scratch,” he said, holding the googles out to Omega. “Feel free to throw them out.”

“I’d rather keep them” Omega replied.

“Why?” Tech asked.

“You were wearing them when you taught me to fly,” she answered. “They’re special to me. To us.”

“Very well,” Tech replied with a smile. He tried taking some steadying breaths, but continued to shake. To take his mind off things, he looked at the spot where Crosshair’s hand once was.

“I could make you a cybernetic hand if you are interested.”

“I know you can,” Crosshair replied. “For now, let’s focus on you.”

Tech nodded. He was in no shape to build something as his body continued experiencing withdraws, but he could think about what he wanted to make. He could visualize his new goggles and Crosshair’s new hand. He could picture a life here. He could picture himself being a bit more forward with Phee. He could picture flying with Omega again. Sitting on the beach with Hunter while Wrecker fished. Sitting with Crosshair and talking about something he was researching while Crosshair sat and listened. Now that he thought about it, his often-silent brother hadn’t been this affectionate since they were cadets. War changed them. The Empire changed them. Change was part of life. This was a good change, though.

As the days went on, his withdraw symptoms became easier to handle. He had ups and downs but they were, as he put it, damped oscillations. Batcher also made herself known and curled up with him at least once a day. She had a calming presence just like his siblings. Even when his insides felt like they were vibrating and overheating, every calming presence helped.

Hunter sat with him and when he was ready, got him up to speed on things. He was the one who drew the short straw and had to tell Tech that the Marauder not only blew up, but who blew it up.

“Is Gonky alright?” was the next question out of Tech’s mouth.

“He is,” Hunter assured. “Wrecker got him away just in time.”

“Good.”

Somehow, despite it all, the family made it out of the Empire’s clutches.

Several weeks into his recovery, Tech finished his new goggles and started working on Crosshair’s hand. He was not as efficient as he normally was, but he was still recovering. With each little project he started to feel more like himself.

When he finally felt well enough, he asked Phee and Omega for help to better fix his cybernetic.

“I will do everything in the front, but I need you two to help with the back,” he said.

“What about the others?” Omega asked. “They could help too.”

“Our brothers are busy today helping some new residents move in,” Tech replied. “I am ready, and you are both more than qualified to help, if you would like.”

Phee and Omega shared a look. It was clear that Tech was done waiting now that his withdraw symptoms were finally gone and he had an idea of how he wanted to approach this. They discussed the plan and so ten weeks to the day after he came home, Tech took his shirt off, and sat backwards in a chair next to his workbench so the surgery could begin.

“You sure this won’t hurt?” Omega asked.

“I will inform you if it does, but none of the cybernetics have hurt yet,” he replied. “The only pain occurred in my living tissue.”

Phee looked at Omega and took a breath.

“Alright,” Phee said. “Here we go.”

She removed the plate Echo had hastily applied to Tech’s back all those weeks ago. Most of the work involved better flattening the pierced edges where the spear had torn through. Echo and Hunter had done a good job getting the bulk of the metal frame removed around the hole, but it was still uneven. Phee took her time and Omega wasn’t sure she’d ever seen her work with that level of gentleness and care. Phee was always thorough and precise, but there was something different about this. Omega handed her tools as needed and then took a picture for Tech to see what it looked like before they closed up his back cybernetic plate.

“Well done,” was all he could say about it.

Phee sealed the back plate closed and they helped Tech sit up. It felt much more solid, even without addressing the larger hole in his front. Tech itched to get to work on himself. He sat up and decided that it would be easier to work if he was laying along the workbench at an incline. Phee got him a series of supportive pillows and cushions so he could lay back without being flat. This allowed the cybernetic tubing to relax and give him a bit more room to work. Omega positioned a mirror in front of him so he could watch himself work without straining his neck. Tech didn’t waste any time. He removed the temporary plate, inspected the internal wiring, and secured one piece that was not as well attached as he would like. Phee handed him tools so he could focus on his work. He removed the tube that acted as the bottom of his esophagus and removed it carefully. He secured a slightly longer and wider tube in its place. Once he was pleased with the position, he sat up and moved around to be sure it wasn’t tight like the original had been. Satisfied, he laid back down and widened the hole in his abdomen plate.

“Tech?” Omega asked. “What are you doing?”

“Creating a rectangular opening,” he replied.

Phee smiled. She had a feeling he was going to try something like this. Tech shared a warm look with her before picking up the pieces of plating that had protected him since his return and trying to rearrange them.

“Wait a minute,” Phee said.

Tech and Omega watched her hurry onto her ship, and she quickly returned with a square piece of metal painted in a familiar shade of blue with a bit of orange along the edge.

“I had to replace this piece on my ship. Looks like it might be the right size.”

Tech gladly examined the piece and silently noted the paint job before sharing another smile with her. With a small adjustment, it perfectly fit the rectangular hole in his stomach. Phee retrieved some hinges and watched him determine how to fit it all together. It wasn’t enough for Tech to fix his own cybernetic. He had to enhance it by giving it a door.

“Secure, but easier access in case of an emergency,” he explained.

Omega put his tools back where he liked them while Phee helped him sit up. He twisted his upper body around and looked pleased.

“Comfortable?” Phee asked.

Tech nodded. “I am still getting used to it, but this is an improvement.”

Omega watched a little awkwardly, but decided it was time to make her exit given how Phee looked at her brother while helping him put his shirt back on.

“I’ll see you around!” Omega said before skipping back home.

“Walk with me?” Phee asked.

Tech nodded and they headed down the path meandering through town and down to the water. Tech felt a little unsure, but paused and held out his hand toward her just a little. Phee took it in her own and leaned into him before they continued their jaunt.

“I keep thinking I’ll wake up and you’ll still be gone,” she admitted.

“That is merely your brain trying to process the situation,” he explained. After pausing a moment and considering what he knew of her he added, “I will do my best to remind you that I’m back until you are certain.”

Phee squeezed his hand a little and nodded.

“You want to get some dinner?” she asked.

“I suspect my family is already partially through their meal,” he replied, noting the time.

“I mean just with me, Tech. Would you like to have dinner with me?”

His eyes widened before a smile pulled on the corners of his mouth.

“That sounds wonderful, Phee.”

[mousy-muses13]

Chapter 3

Viola

I shower and unpack before I head out to the living room. I wonder what they are making for dinner. When I get closer I can hear laughing and a show playing on the T.V. I stand I they hallway looking in. Just watching and observing them. It reminds me of when I was deployed when I was younger and was in active duty. “ Oh, hen don’t just stand there come join us.” Ahhh the Scotsman speaks first. I walk over and sit on the lone chair in the corner. “ Ye know after three years you’re still quiet when you move almost like Ghost. Your scent gives you away.” I quickly move my hands up to the scent glads on my neck to cover them.

“ I can put my patches back on if it’s too strong. I don’t mean to offend anyone.” I say with nervousness in my voice. Kyle steps forward and grabs my hands away and places them in my lap. I just looked at him. I study his face up close and see how beautiful his eyes are and how the corner of his eyes crinkle as he smilies. My omega is jumping with joy at the fact that this god is touching us. Goodness how long has it been since I’ve been touched by a man.

“ There is no need for that. You smell delectable luv. Has anyone ever taught you how to control your scent? If not we could help you. Those patches must hurt to take off everyday.”  He just called me luv. He also has that smile to die for. Oh lord I’m going to die.

“ I actually wasn’t taught much about being an omega. In American you know the basics about Alpha and Omega anatomy but only get a proper education once you present. Even in basic training in the army we were separated by designation. It didn’t make any sense since when you get shipped out for deployment everyone is usually stuck in whatever tent has a free cot.” The U.S. system was always so hard to figure out. At one point I just stopped trying to puzzle it together.

“Dinner is almost done lads and lady. Soap can you go get Ghost out here to eat. After dinner we can all talk and get to know our new pack member.” John is really making it seem like I’m not going anywhere. I figured I would be more like a pest to them. Johnny leaves to get Simon and I follow Kyle into the small dining area in the kitchen. I sit down at the chair that Kyle pulls out for me. A plate is set in front of me as the two others join us at the table. I finally take a closer look at the food served to me. There is a small salad, mashed potatoes, and a chicken breast. It’s so balanced, I’m just happy its not fish or pasta consider that’s all I’ve really had the last three years. I say a small prayer and dig in. I take a bit of the chicken breast first and it taste so good and not dried out. There is hints of rosemary and garlic. I moan at the taste and look up to see eight eyes on me. I blush once I realize they heard my moan unless they were all looking at me this whole time.

“ Do I have something on my face?” I ask to break up the tension. Now I’m getting nervous. Did I forgot my table manners? I know I’ve lived alone for the last three years but I didn’t think I became a slob in that time. 

“No. Your face is fine it’s just that you're smiling over chicken.” John eases my worries.

“ For the last three years I’ve basically lived off the land and only went into the town once a week for proteins. I didn’t have much of an allowance so I mostly bought seafood like fish and shrimp since the market close to me was in a fishing town. Poultry and beef was expensive I rather spend money on wine or books for entertainment.” I shrug and continue to eat. We eat the rest of the meal in silence.

After I helped clean up dinner we all head to the living room I take the same seat I was in before. Kyle and Johnny take the two sitter couch while Simon and John sit on the bigger couch. “ So your last name is Scottish. Do you have any family in Scotland?” Kyle hits Johnny upside the head at his stupid question. I let out a giggle.

“ I’m more of Italian decent than of Scottish actually. My grandfather immigrated to America from Sicily in the 60’s. Sending me to Italy was Kate’s idea since I would be able to adjust to the culture a lot better and I already know the language.” The look on his poor face. It is so cute.

“ Who is Marina? I notice your tattoo on your right arm earlier.” Kyle is taking about the memorial tattoo I have on my upper right arm. It’s of her name and with a rose and her birth year and death year in a ribbon.

“ She would be my older sister who passed away. I was a few months shy of my 21st birthday. I was in Iraq when the news came in. I had to wait 12hrs until transport could come get me and they could replace me in the snipers nest.” Those were the worst 12 hrs of my life. Then the flight back was horrible. “ Now I just have my little sister. She became the reason I always came back after that. When my leave was up and I was to return back to duty. My assignment got change from Iraq to Quantico. Kate was waiting for me and asked if I wanted to hunt and take down human trafficking rings all around the world. She said Shepard was wasting my talents sitting in a sniper nest or doing recon jobs. Especially after I got my metal of honor and my sergeant title at such a young age.” Looking their reactions is very interesting. Simon is neutral, Kyle looks like he is hanging on to every word, Johnny looked sad for me when I said my sister passed, John almost looked proud when I said I got my rank and metal so young.

“ I’m just going to cut to the question we all want to ask but don’t want to offend you. What happen when you presented as an omega?” I finally get to hear mister stand offish voice without the radio static behind it. Leave it to him to get straight to the point.

Since he wants to ask I’ll look him right in the eyes when I answers since that is the only place I can look since he is wearing his signature mask.” I was in my townhome in Virginia. I had just lead my team in a takedown of a child porn and trafficking ring. We had two days off before we had to report back to headquarters for our next assignment. The first day I felt fine the second day I was burning up and lights were to bright. I could barely move out of my bed. When I didn’t show up Kate got worried and came looking for me. I just remember a really nice EMT person dropping me in cool water to bring my temp down and giving me some sort of shot. When I woke up eventually Kate was there and told me what had happen. The doctors don’t know why I presented so late I was already 24. She also told me that now that I’m awake it will be time to get ready because I’m getting relocated. The story would be that I went under cover and missed some check ins and that contact was lost. Soon I was in Italy.”

“Why would she need to hide you? Couldn’t you just go with a pack from the U.S.?” Now John is asking the question at least he doesn’t sound like an ass when he does.

“ One, I have an almost eidetic memory. Two, an U.S. pack would most likely mean I would be assigned to one by Shepard and he is holding a grunge for a couple of reasons. Third my team and I have dismantled plenty of rings but they are like hydras. You cut off their head and three more grow in its place. Since I worked at relocating so many omegas, children, and women it would be to easy to find me and try to get that info from me just wait until I’m in the worse of my heat and she might let it all out. Names, new identities, safe houses, or even worse is if Cress gets word of me being an omega.” This was probably not in whatever file Kate gave them by the look of the three faces I can see. “ I can deduct from your reactions my file doesn’t mention anything about Cress. He is one of the only people I couldn’t catch.”

“Luv we know of Cress but as a terrorist not as a trafficker. He must have his hand in anything that screams scum. He has escaped us for years also.” Kyles voice pulls my attention to him. Maybe this is why Kate wanted me with them. With their knowledge of his movement on the terrorist side and mine on trafficking maybe we can actually bring him down. They must be thinking the same thing as me with the expressions on their faces. I let out a slight yawn. My lack of sleep and travel must be finally catching up with me. I stand and stretch, “ I think I’m going to hit the hay early I’ve kinda been up for 30 plus hours. I’ll see you all I the morning.” I turn to leave when Prices’ voice speaks up.

“Oh before I forget. The on base omega specialist will be stopping by to check on you tomorrow. It should be in the afternoon so don’t worry about needing to wake up early. Get as much rest as you need.” Oh shit I hate doctors. I haven’t been seen my one in so long. The last time I saw one it was right before I went into hiding and all I got was a pamphlet on omega basics. Well that’s tomorrows worry my bed is calling.

Price

“ We know at least know one reason Kate left her with us. Fucking Cress. I also don’t think she knows much on being an omega. Hopefully the doc can help her.” I look at my men and I wonder what they are thinking.( the next part will mark who is talking by their initials)

SR: I think it’s a headache waiting to happen.

KG: Don’t say that Ghost. I think she’ll fit right in.

JM: I know exactly where she’ll fit. OUCH!!! Why ja hit me for.

KG: Because you’re being an idiot.

JP: Let her warm up to us. She is a sweet girl who has had a bad draw of cards. I wanted her for this team seven years ago because of her skills and we can still use those skills. 

SR: I just want know what else was left out of her file. Cress wasn’t in there nor was her memory. Plus Shepard holds a grudge against her that is another situation we need to stay out of.

JM: Shepard is an ol’ bastard who probably hates everyone. Just think of it as something we can all bond over. Kyle that was a nice save early with her scent. I can still smell her like she is still here. Reminds me of summer.

KG: I’m kinda mad that Kate kept her hidden for so long. That poor girl and her omega. 

JP: All right men lets just be patient with her give her time to adjust. Three years is along time to be alone. I’ll stay here for her appointment tomorrow. Oh and Soap for your comment you have dishes.

I stand and walk over to my office. I pass by her room and I get hit with the smell of ripe peaches and heavy cream. This must be what she smells like when she is aroused. Being around this many alphas must have her omega bugging the shit out of her. “ Stupid omega shut up. I know they are hot but we can’t just jump them.” Her talking to her omega causes me to smirk a little. I know Johnny would jump at the opportunity to get into bed with her. Also, who am I to deny my own desires. I wouldn’t say no to her crawling into my bed.

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[gremlinmodetweeker]

How do your OC's sleep? Is there a specific way, place, object? Do they sleep hard or just wide awake until they black out? Do they snore or drool or sleep talk? They have a special blanket, or toy, or ritual to help sleep?

Okay so, my ocs are weird because they're half OC and half reader insert. I will say though that a few characters are more defined.

In my fantasy au, Executioner König, I see reader as being a light sleeper. She is often waking up at night to work in the bakery or look after the kids so she's used to getting up in the middle of the night. She likes to sleep on her side and curl up.

In my Slavery ABO universe, reader curls into a ball and sleeps heavily. She's out like a light in minutes. Insomnia is something she's never dealt with. Usually omegas tend to be heavy sleepers, and she's no different. She never has to worry about sleep.

In the summoner au, reader tends to be a bit weird. Sometimes she sleeps, sometimes she doesn't. On the nights she doesn't sleep she meditates. She spends many hours just closing her eyes and feeling the different sensations in her body. She sleeps well when König is by her side though. Just, other than that, the thoughts are too loud to sleep unless she meditates.

Those are the most particular ones about sleep that I can think of. All readers are a little bit interesting. They all have their own little quirks that make them a bit more individual than just a simple reader-insert. I think a lot of people get stuck trying to make the reader as bland as possible, but I disagree with the notion.

For one, reading is an escape from our world. We're exploring an entirely different world when we read. We immerse ourselves in doubt to exist in these new worlds. It's exciting, fresh and new.

And for another, readers might actually identify more with a character with a more defined personality. They might want to read more about a reader that has reason and rationale to their behaviours. Readers need to react to their surroundings to continue the plot. In some worlds, our readers have to behave differently to get the right results. If we made our characters too bland, no story would ever happen! We need some personality in our reader inserts to keep the story entertaining.

Anyways, rant aside, thank you so much for the ask! I'm going to try and work through them over the next while. Hope to hear from you soon!

BONUS:

König sleeps weirdly. He's like a corpse. You'd expect him to be a very heavy sleeper but he wakes throughout the night. PTSD is a bitch. But also, he just tends to wake at odd hours, even before the events of the story he's in. He's not a night owl, more a too-early riser. He tends to struggle to go back to sleep once he's opened his eyes.

[ellaa-writes]

Good Dog

author note: Part 3 yay!! Series list found here. I actually edited this one, I know! Probably still mistakes lol, I love writing this type of Simon but mean Simon is still my favourite. Reader and Simon parts are going on at different times, weeks apart, just in case of any confusion of time line. Enjoy!

summary: His favourite words include; down boy, good dog, heel, fetch and his most favourite, get 'em. Well trained, and listens good. Loyal through and through. Always striving to be the absolute best. Ready to attack at all times, always on guard. Loves discipline, either giving or receiving. Working for a criminal mastermind, lurking in the shadows. You both trying not to be seen or noticed but after one unlucky night, all you both can see are the ghosts. He invades your life, if you both like it or not.

tags: Alternative Universe. Female reader. A/B/O dynamics. Alpha Simon, Beta Reader, Bad Scottish lingo (I tried). Very tame and a chapter filler.

You hadn't seen Simon in a few weeks, must have gotten bored you thought, eventually everyone leaves so why wouldn't he. Things felt different with him, like timed slowed down and life finally had a meaning.

You stopped in front of a news stand, big bold letters. OMEGA POPLUATION HITS AN ALL TIME LOW; leading scientists may have found a solution. You snatched the paper and handed the worker $5 telling him to keep the rest as you rushed back home paper in hand. The title wasn't what caught your attention, it was a few paragraphs down the words doctor and experimental procedure. Tossing your belongings on the dining table soon as you entered your grungy apartment.

Reading the article fully, then once more. Doctors have developed a experimental drug that could alter a Beta women's chemistry. Tricking the body into thinking its an Omega, a few experiments have been conducted and results have so far been proven successful. But they are searching for more Beta women to submit themselves into the program.

Those words playing over and over in your head, becoming an Omega, and having a loyal and supportive Alpha. Not having to worry about all the small things, not having to work and struggle to make ends meet. You could leave your pathetic life behind.

All Simon did was follow orders, being the good dog, he is. A successful mission out of the way, the Boss left before he did. Having to hurry back cause of his Omega. Simon used to have dreams about settling down, but that was before he became ghost. Stupid child aspirations, but mostly because he felt like he didn't deserve one. And who would want him as an Alpha, all teeth, and hard edges. It would be a punishment to be stuck with him until death, and death would be the reward.

You jotted the number down on a piece of paper and stuck it to your fridge. You didn't have to decide now, but you were tempted to.

Dealing with Makarov was easier than expected most of these men act tough on the outside but soon as you start pulling out their insides, they change their tune. He wasn't in too much of a hurry to get home, it's been two weeks since he last saw her, he's been keeping his distance, not wanting to poison her cause that's what he was poison.

It was very late into the night when he finally arrived in the city, driving down the desolate neighborhoods till he found himself parked in front of his apartment. Not the one across from hers but the one he bought himself soon as he had enough money too. The only thing that remained from his previous life. Cutting the engine and walking inside.

He still had a landline, hard wired into the wall next to the thermostat. He's never used it and has never had anyone call it. Not like many people have the number anyways, emergency he told himself when he bought and installed it all those years ago. Having the number updated in his file, but now it hangs there mockingly. Much to his surprise when he walked into his quiet home, a little red dot glowing from the device.

He ignored it at first, taking his clothes off to take a quick shower. To wash away the memories that still plague him, the water never being hot enough. He stood there in nothing but a towel around his waist. Staring at that glowing red light, missed call.

He should just delete it, but he decided to play the message. A voice came through the small speaker, one that he thought he'd never hear again. John Price.

"Oi Simon, it's John. Ain't sure if this dog and bone's still on the go. Tried your mobile, but it's saying it's disconnected. Anyways, thought I'd drop you a bell 'cause we're gonna be in the city for a bit. Fancy a chinwag, like the old days, yeah? So, give me a call, same digits as ever. It'd be proper nice to catch up, Simon."

It was silent for a while afterwards, only Simon's heaving breathing filling up the space. Not once did they call him while he was locked up doing time, not once did they reach out and say they cared. They were family once, at least he thought they were. Stupid.

All the rage simmering up inside of him finally boiled over the edge. Simon grabbed the stupid phone and slammed it into the wall as hard as he could, again and again until there was nothing left but broken pieces of plastic, wiring and now a hole in his wall.

It only took you three hours of pacing back and forth in your tiny apartment, the small piece of paper stuck to your fridge door taunting you. As the line rang you debated on hang up, forgetting any of this happened but it was to late. The reception answered your call, redirecting you to the head of the project. Giving a little info over the phone they scheduled you in for the same day if you could make it. It was on the other side of town, the side you hardly went to cause there was no need. Unless you wanted to make yourself feel even more shitty about your life.

He debated if he should call, be the bigger person the little voice in his head called out. They had their reasoning for abandoning him, for treating him like the plague, they had to, right?

You were on the bus, watching as the fading sun descended and the moon turned brighter. The glow of city coming to life, some many people out and about. You barely had enough money to and back, getting off at the stop further away. Walking the rest to save a bit of cash and take in the scenery. The air was crisp, it never got too cold during the winter season. Also, long as the wind stayed away it was a mild year so far.

To say this was awkward was an understatement. Simon sat across from the beta Scottsman, not much has changed he thought. The group of men still joking around like nothing happened like good ol' times, they kept trying to get him in on it. Simon soon realised that this was a mistake, all of it. Calling Price and picking out this bar. They weren't his pack anymore, they ditched him soon as things went south.

Simon's grip on his glass of bourbon tightened when Johnny yelled "Right Lt." the group getting quiet afterwards, Johnny knew he fucked up. Simon got up abruptly, taking a big gulp of the burning liquid amber, polishing off his drink before slamming it back down.

"Goin’ for a smoke." as he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. Marching towards the front door. He could hear Kyle's faint call of his name, the beta man always playing mediator, Price holding Johnny back like an Alpha would a misbehaving puppy as Simon made his way outside.

"Bunch of fuckin' pricks." it was a whisper to himself, digging out his pack of smokes and shoving one into his mouth. Lighting it with ease as he sucked in a big lung full. The door to the bar opened and closed, fully expecting to smell the cigar-soaked Alpha but instead it was Johnny tail between his legs.

"I ken ye dinnae wanna gab about it." he tried but Simon cut him right off. "I don't." blowing a huge cloud in the betas face. "Weel, someone's gotta." he just wanted some fucking peace and quiet. "The start talkin’ or shut the fuck up." dropping his finished cigarette to the ground, giving it a good stomp before putting another to his lips.

"Things have changed, ye've changed. Ah ken everything's aw fucked up right now. We tried-" Simon huffed out a stiff laugh, not believing a thing the Scott was saying. He could see his lips still moving but he couldn’t hear what he was saying as a familiar scent caught his nose.

Before Simon could think a small body collided with Soaps as he stepped out towards the curb with a hand to the back of his neck. "Ah, fuck, sorry ‘bout that, lass." Simon watched in slow motion as you got knocked off balance. Johnny reaching out to help the poor thing but before, he could feel the growl coming from his chest and throat. Pushing the Beta to the side as he took a hold of you, bring you to his chest.

He could hear your lower whimper, there was something different about you. Your scent was sweeter, it was pulling him in like a bee to a flower. "Simon?" letting out in a shaky breath. "What are you doing here?" you looked up into his eyes. Your hands resting against his chest, the hard muscle underneath flexing, a low rumble coming from within. You’ve never seen him like this, so casual but also feral, eyes blown and panting.

"Am I interrupting ye in the midst of somethin'?" Johnny didn't know what the hell was going on. Looking at the Omega flushed against the old Alpha, he was just happy that after everything that happened it was nice to see his old lieutenant finally settling down with such a sweet thing. Simon finally broke his gaze from you, settling it on the Beta. “It was a nice chat, gotta go.”

"Come, I'll drive you home." he stated, gripping your upper arm as he moved you towards his car. The more you stood outside surround by people the more Simon got irritated. He couldn't put his finger on it, the changes within you. He'd been away from a couple of weeks; it was hard staying away but he had a responsibility and a job to do. "I can take the bus." you tried moving around Simon, spotting the other man who was now gawking. "Like hell." Simon held onto you firm, walking you to his car.

"See you around." the Scott yelled from somewhere behind. He couldn't wait to tell the other two men of what he witnessed. The grumpy old Alpha had found himself a sweet Omega.

The drive home was in silence, not even the radio to help ease the awkward tension building up in the car. When Simon pulled onto your street you gathered your belongings. "Wait." you snapped your head to the driver's side.

"What were you doing out so late?" he was trying to interrogate you "I had an appointment." you held your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. "Hmm" Simon grunted out, the whole way back to your apartment he had to stop himself from pulling the car over and pouncing on you.

Something wasn't right and he didn't like it or maybe he did. It confused him nonetheless and he wanted answers.

"You want to come up?" you don't know why you asked, why those words spilled out of your mouth. Simon was surprised too, cocking his head to side. "Sure." he cut the engine.

Once inside your apartment you didn't bother asking him if he wanted anything to drink. Unless he's into expired milk or tap water. The hulking man walked around your small place, picking things up and putting them down. Take in his surroundings, he already didn’t like you living in this area. He’s scoped out your apartment, the front door was a piece of shit, with a little bit of a jiggle and it popped open.

Walking towards your dingy couch he noticed the paper on the table, picking it up he scanned the words. You didn't.... His eyes found your form, busying yourself around your small kitchen. Shoving dirty dished into the sink to be forgotten about till later. Simon sniffed the air again, there was that familiar scent again. The smell of an Omega, the similar one that clung to his Boss, that filled every space of his home.

Omega.

He felt is heart quicken, his blood run thin. He's only had this feeling a few times, he was going to throw up and pass out at the same time. You noticed his completion pale, worrying you, grabbing a glass and filling it with your last bottle of water. Rushing to his side and calling his name.

Simon was so far away; he was in the middle of the raging ocean. The waves crashing over him, pulling him deeper under every unforgiving wave. Lungs full of burning salt water, gasping with arms stretched to the sky.

You could do the only thing you could think of you climbed into his lap. Curling yourself around him, rubbing your scent glad over his nose and mouth.

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I'm not sure if this has been asked before, but what are your Delta headcanons? :D

HIII THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!

so I am usually terrified of these questions because of my crippling social anxiety, but I love Delta too much to NOT yap about him..

Alright so I’ve seen some other people (howls and sandee) talk about how he would have toxic masculinity and have difficulty dealing with emotions. I COMPLETELY agree with this, he absolutely would.

He would most definitely overwork himself in an attempt to prove his bravery and whatnot. He gets himself badly hurt in fights and proceeds to brush it off because he doesn’t want to look weak. (Loser)

So I like to headcannon that he eventually gets a service dog to help him with this issue, since the injuries were very inconvenient, and Epic and Color were worried for his physical and mental health.

If he ever overwhelms himself by running around and constantly helping people, the dog would do its job and force him to take a break :3

(I drew him with the doggy once) (its name is Zorox) (take a guess why)

Anyway obviously he would be opposed to the idea of a service animal because “that’s stupid, service animals are for disabled people, I’m perfectly fine” but Color and Epic forced him to for his own good.

He grew fond of the dog after a while, and accepted the idea since it was actually helping him.

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Anyway enough of the dog, I wanna talk about him and Color.. 😣

So basically I’ve drawn ship art of them and I’d like to say I headcannon them as exes. Howls at some point said they could have been roommates in the Omega Timeline and I’ve just stuck with that because I’m not original.

I think the isolation Color went through made him very touch starved, and he attached to Delta because he was one of the first people he saw after a long time.

Delta, on the other hand, in general is a very social and friendly person (in his own ways), so he was just nice talkative to Color as he is to most people.

Anyway I think they dated because roommates lore /j

It ended up not working because Delta wasn’t very good with relationships, and his personality and morals clashed with Color’s. They broke up and stayed on good terms as friends 😋😋

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As for Delta and Bravery, the two are literally just besties.

I think Delta initially had a father/kid relationship with Frisk, and he was extremely crushed when he failed to save them. It was like losing a kid basically, and he probably forced himself to help people all over to make up for his mistakes.

He ended up exhausting himself, and Core found him when he was having a mental crisis due to all of the guilt and stress he was put through, and he was later relocated at the OT.

As for Bravery, as Delta was recovering from his little guilt trip, he got to know the kid better and learned about who they were, their backstory, how they died.

He felt bad at first, convincing himself that he was just trying to replace Frisk to get over their death, but Bravery urged him not to have those thoughts because he wasn’t being “brave.”

Whining about the past wasn’t something a brave person would do. He should move on because dwelling on it wasn’t going to help him get better, or stronger.

Poor Bravery accidentally convinced him to push down his feelings 😭😭

But other than that, they just act like father and kid all the time, like best friends. Bravery offers him battle advice, keeps him from falling apart when things go wrong, and they work as a team.

In return, Delta takes the kids places they always wanted to see, lets them try new things, basically just letting them experience being a curious kid again, as they died WAY too early.

okay I’m done yapping because my phone’s about to die and it’s almost my curfew at camp 😣😣

PLEASE add to this if yall have more headcannons I love him :3

Delta belongs to animatedzorox

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yo i just read ur story stuck safe and saw u mention taking requests or ideas and i’d totally read a fanfic about galinda fucking elphie thru like 3 or 4 orgasms, multiple orgasms is one of my fave kinks AHA

This was gonna be short and "sweet" and yet here we are with over 2k words of pure smut. I have two other actual full-on fics I'm supposed to be working on, but I couldn't get this one out of my head.

I'll probably post this to ao3 eventually.

Omegaverse smut under the cut. Enjoy 😉

“Hell and Oz, Glinda,” Elphaba groans. Her head drops forward until her forehead is pressed against her Alpha’s own. The one leg supporting her is trembling; honestly, she’s mostly being held up by the leg she has wrapped around Galinda’s hip and the blonde’s body weight itself as she fucks her against the wall. She feels so full, can feel her pussy clenching around the Alpha’s cock as it pistons inside her. And they’d only truly started a few minutes ago. “I’m so close, my sweet.”

Galinda laughs, the sound coming out as a breath that ghosts over Elphaba’s lips. "Already? We've barely begun, darling."

Elphaba tries to glare, but she has a feeling it doesn't have its intended effect as she can barely keep from moaning out her pleasure. "Then you—fuck—maybe you shouldn't tease me for an entire class, you s-stupid Alpha." The memory makes her shiver—Galinda's fingers under the desk, drifting over her inner thighs before periodically pressing between them or digging into her skin.

Galinda smirks but doesn't slow her pace, quick thrusts rocking Elphaba back into the wall. "And here I thought," she says breathlessly, "that you'd want to—to come with me. What a—what a shame."

The derisiveness combined with a bit of that Alpha tone sends Elphaba's head reeling. She can feel her stubbornness melting away with every pulse of her cunt around Galinda's cock. "I can—I can try," she says pleadingly—though pleading for what exactly, she's not quite sure.

"Just try, hm?"

Fuck. "I—okay, o-okay, I can—Oz!" She nearly screams as Galinda's hand moves up to tug harshly at her hair, tilting her head back. She struggles to open her eyes to counteract the dizziness overcoming her.

"'You can' what, my love?"

Elphaba whimpers, submission winning out as her pleasure spikes. "I can—I can do it—Oz, I can w-wait. I can be—be good for you."

Galinda's lips part slightly as if in awe of the sight in front of her, but only for a second before they twist into another smug smirk. She uses the grip on Elphaba's hair to drag her into a messy kiss where she claims the Omega's mouth with her tongue. When she draws back, the wetness on their lips makes a smacking sound. "And you are so good for me, aren't you darling?" She says it more like a statement than a question, which has Elphaba nodding frantically. "Well, don't worry, my love; I don't want you to wait."

Then, those glorious lips are right by Elphaba's ear. "I want you to come for me."

Elphaba groans, grasping desperately at her Alpha's shoulders. She might've torn through the fabric of Galinda's top, who knows. The hand in her hair drops to rub over her clit and all breath leaves her.

"I want to feel you come on my cock, my sweet Omega."

Elphaba's nails definitely tear through Galinda's shirt as she gasps. Pleasure races up her spine and makes her arch, and she can feel herself spasming around her Alpha's cock as it continues to fuck her through the orgasm she's been waiting hours for.

As the aftershocks start to taper off, Elphaba waits for the moment when Galinda slows her thrusts so she can catch her breath—but it never arrives; her pace stays steady, pale fingers stay flicking over her clit. She whimpers and leans back as much as she can so that she can look at her Alpha with wide, questioning eyes. "B-baby, I—I—”

"Again, darling," Galinda orders, though her voice is low and gentle. "I know you can give me another, can't you?"

Elphaba's breath hitches, pussy clenching hard around the dick still pounding inside her. She feels as if her body is positively on fire, and yet she finds herself nodding regardless. She might lose her sanity in the process, but she knows that she can have another; it’s just never happened one right after the other like this. Her hands start roaming, that fire all over her skin urging her to move however she can, and they end up completely mussing up Galinda's hair. (She's sure to hear about that later, but it's no matter for right now.)

"Ah, you are so—so good for me, my Elphie." It's clearly affecting the Alpha, too, which makes Elphaba want to continue all the more. "You'll come with me this time, won't you?"

Elphaba nods again and can’t seem to stop, her body tensing as she simply takes everything her Alpha wants to give her. “Yes,” she whines, eyes squeezing shut. “Oz, yes, I—I will, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please—”

Galinda hisses out a curse before kissing her roughly once more, her thrusts becoming more frantic as she nears the edge herself. Their moans intertwine as their tongues do, and Elphaba is grateful once more for the wall behind her as she feels her knee buckle beneath her.

She finally screams.

Then she is coming, hard, her whole body tensing as she falls apart on her Alpha’s cock. Galinda follows quickly, hips stuttering as she releases her pleasure. The Omega moans as she feels the warmth spilling inside her. Her pussy clenches, rhythmically drawing out every drop until they are both trembling in each others arms.

Their kiss subsides as Galinda’s cock softens. Elphaba’s raised leg drops ungracefully to the floor, and she lets out a whimper against Galinda’s lips as she slips out of her.

Galinda moves her kisses along Elphaba’s jaw, then to her neck, and they are slow and wet and hot and Elphaba still feels as if her entire being is on fire. The Alpha hums against her skin, and Elphaba shivers.

“I don’t think I’m done with you quite yet,” she says against her neck.

Elphaba’s sure she’s forgotten how to breathe, at this point.

“Wha—you want t-to keep going?” she says shakily, incredulously. They’ve never gone past two of Elphaba’s orgasms, not in a row like that, and Galinda has never been able to come more than once without a break while not in rut.

Galinda doesn’t truly answer, merely hums and asks, “Can you walk?”

Her knees are still trembling, hands grasping the Alpha’s shoulders for support. “I—I’m honestly not sure, but maybe?” She kind of wants to laugh at the state of herself.

Another hum. “I wonder if I could carry you—I’m not as strong as you, you know, but I could possibly—”

Elphaba does breathe out a light laugh, at that. “I think you’re the only Alpha in existence who would admit that, my sweet. I do love you so.”

Galinda rolls her eyes and scoffs, but a smile grows on her face. “Yes, yes, I’m tiny—anyway. Here, bring your leg back up.” She reaches down and hooks Elphaba’s shaking knee up over her hip once more. “Now, hang on and hop up, dearest.”

If it weren’t for the wall behind her, Elphaba probably wouldn’t have trusted Galinda to try this, but she listens, and it works—her legs wrap around her Alpha’s waist so that her ankles cross behind her, and Galinda’s hands hold her up by the backs of her green thighs.

“Mm, good girl,” Galinda praises, sending another shiver down Elphaba’s spine. She leans forward and presses kisses along her Omega’s throat. “We should try it like this, next time.”

Oh, Oz.

“For now, though,” Galinda continues, “I want to make you come again, and unfortunately I’m on a bit of a cool-down.” She grips Elphaba’s thighs firmly and steps back from the wall, only wobbling for a split second before steadily walking to their bed. “So, you’ll have to make do with my mouth for now.” Elphaba is nearly dropped onto the mattress, but she doesn’t unhook her legs and so Galinda lands on top of her. “That alright with you, darling?”

Elphaba is still so sensitive, she can feel it even just with the press of her Alpha’s hips against her own, but her own words from earlier ring in her head: I can be good for you. She finds herself nodding, and then Galinda is smirking and kissing her way down Elphaba’s body. She reluctantly, weakly releases her Alpha from the hold of her legs and moans unabashedly as her breasts are pampered with groping hands and wet kisses.

She does love Galinda’s mouth, anyway.

When her girlfriend is finally kneeling on the floor between her spread legs, one of Elphaba’s hands dives into the blonde tresses atop her head. The other interlaces with the pale hand on her thigh. The first touch of Galinda’s tongue to her swollen, sensitive cunt makes her cry out.

It’s good, it’s so good, but it’s also bordering on too much, and Elphaba’s not entirely sure she can handle it. Galinda’s tongue slides through her wetness, languidly circling her tender clit before dipping down to press inside her. She repeats this a few times, each cycle increasing the tension Elphaba feels rapidly building within her as it is simultaneously too much and not enough.

Her Alpha, attuned to her as she is, changes course and latches onto her clit with her lips. She flicks her tongue rapidly over the sensitive nub, and Elphaba feels tears fall from her eyes as she gasps. The hand in Galinda’s hair clenches tighter, and her girlfriend moans against her pussy. The sensation makes Elphaba’s back arch.

“Glinda, I—I’m so—”

She’s cut off with another scream as Galinda pushes two fingers inside her, followed immediately by a third. As she thrusts and curls her fingers, that tension inside Elphaba builds and builds until Galinda sucks on her clit and the tension snaps like a rubber band. She has no breath left to scream again, and so this time, she comes silently. Elphaba’s hips thrust up against her Alpha’s mouth as her wet walls pulse around pale fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, making her back arch and relax, arch and relax.

And now it is too much, it’s too much, and yet.

And yet.

“Don’t stop!” Elphaba chokes out, not relaxing her hold on Galinda’s hair lest she try to move away. She looks down to see the Alpha’s eyes widen in surprise and can feel the slight hesitation in her fingers, so she repeats herself. “Don’t stop—Glin, my Alpha, please don’t, I—ah!” Her head falls back as Galinda resumes her pace with abandon, moaning wantonly against her cunt as she licks and fucks her through the orgasm that she is definitely still having.

And it is so much, it is too much, and her body is on fire, her pussy clenching tightly as each wave of pleasure seems to get stronger and stronger—and then a fourth orgasm joins the third, sending Elphaba’s vision into darkness. Her mouth falls open with a silent scream. She is vaguely aware of her loosening grip on Galinda’s hand and hair, of the wetness she feels gushing out from her cunt against her Alpha’s face and fingers, and yet she can do nothing but lay there as the waves finally grow weaker. Galinda slows her fingers and her tongue, gently withdrawing after a few moments.

Elphaba feels as if she can’t move; every ounce of energy in her body has been sapped, making her limbs and head feel as heavy as bricks. Galinda kisses her way back up her body, smearing the wetness on her lips and chin over Elphaba’s skin, and murmurs praises the entire way. A different kind of pleasure—love, she thinks—washes over her and warms her to the core.

“You’re so amazing, my love,” Galinda nearly whispers as she kisses her tears away—that’s right, she’d started crying at some point, and quite a lot if the way her Alpha wipes the evidence away is anything to go by. “Oz, you’re so amazing. You’re beautiful. You’re so good. I love you so much, my Elphie, my perfect Omega…”

When her kisses reach Elphaba’s lips, she is almost too weak to kiss her back, but she manages. The taste of herself on her Alpha’s mouth is another kind of overstimulating. Her breath comes in shaky gasps, and tears are still falling as she is so, so overwhelmed, but then Galinda is laying her entire weight across her body to ground her. They bury into each other’s necks, nuzzling and kissing at the mating marks there. Eventually, Elphaba finds the strength to wrap her arms around her Alpha, and Galinda rolls them over so that she can curl against her chest.

She finally finds her voice again. “Fuck, Glin.” Her girlfriend barks out a laugh. “I didn’t even know I could do that.”

“Hm, I wonder if we could break this record in the future.” Galinda’s tone is teasing, but Elphaba knows she really is curious.

“No more than that, unless at least one of us is in rut,” Elphaba rebuts as firmly as she can. “Oz, I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

“I’d never push you that far, my love. If you’d really wanted me to stop, I would’ve.” Galinda kisses the top of her head.

Elphaba presses a kiss to her collarbone, in return. “Of course, I know that, my sweet. I surprised myself, honestly.”

“I think you’re truly unlimited, if you put your mind to it, darling.”

“I most definitely am limited in regards to orgasms, you cheeky Alpha.”

“I bet I could prove otherwise.”

“Glinda!”

[ofthemorningstars]

Love in Every Stitch

TerzOmega ~ Fluff ~ Heartwarming Domestic Bliss ~ Resurrection AU

3.5k Words

AO3 Version

"If Omega were being honest, he didn’t just like knitting because it gave him something to do. He liked it because it made him feel as though he had a way to materially provide for his family. It made him feel like he was helping out. Rationally he knew that he intrinsically had value, that he brought plenty to the table and did everything he could, but sometimes it didn’t seem like enough."

Omega channels his love for his family into a physical medium through a new hobby.

A sweet little holiday treat!!! ❄️☃️🎄✨️

CW: vague implications of pregnancy and mpreg(cis)

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Omega and Terzo were sitting side by side on the sofa in their new quarters, six months into Terzo’s return to the realm of the living. They were finally starting to fall into a routine, to feel more normal. More safe.

“You are doing an excellent job, amore!” Terzo praised him as Omega held the needles in his hands, working his way through knitting his first scarf at a surprising pace. “My my, such a quick learner. And such talented hands…” Terzo purred, moving closer to kiss his way up Omega’s neck as his own hand moved across the ghoul’s muscled chest. Omega hummed happily. He tried to be humble, but it was true; he had always been adept with his hands, easily picking up most skills that utilized his dexterity. Knitting appeared to be no exception.

Now that the ghouls were freed from servitude, Omega had chosen to retire, making him a newly-minted househusband. They had nearly everything they had ever wanted, and Omega would never dream of complaining. However, he did find himself growing a little restless when Terzo was busy with work. Omega volunteered a lot, helping with this task or the other around the ministry. There just… never seemed to be enough for him to do now with the new chain of command in place.

“Do you really think this will help pass the time, tesoro?” Omega asked innocently, unsure of himself. Terzo’s features softened, and he planted a kiss on Omega’s cheek.

“I do not know, amore mio, but if it will give you a way to occupy those beautiful hands of yours, it is worth a shot, right?” Terzo gently took the knitting needles away from Omega, holding Omega’s hands in his, much smaller by comparison. “I am so sorry that you’ve been getting bored. I cannot help but feel responsible, I’m gone all day while you’re stuck here all alone.” He kissed each of Omega’s palms, closing his eyes and letting his lips linger. Omega gently grabbed his face, meeting him in a tender kiss.

“Why would I ever complain about having the life we’ve always wanted?” Omega took another kiss. “No more sneaking around, no more leaving before the sun is up, no more worrying about getting caught. We’re living together! That used to just be a fantasy for us.” He rubbed their noses together affectionately. “I’m fine. I promise. I just need to figure out how to handle myself when you’re not here,” Omega said, rubbing Terzo’s thigh, inching higher and higher until Terzo’s breath hitched.

They decided to set their project aside for the rest of the night.

Omega took his newfound skill and ran with it, creating afghans, pillows, dishcloths, socks, gloves, hats, scarves, cardigans, and of course, sweaters. Omega was eagerly awaiting their first Christmas together, already scheming up designs that he could bank for the coming years. While the ministry as a whole didn’t really make a big deal out of Christmas, Terzo and Omega had always privately celebrated. Truthfully, they would take any excuse to spoil each other with gifts, any reason to spend more time cozied up together.

When December 1st rolled around, Omega surprised Terzo with two matching sweaters done in the same hues of purple and gold as Terzo’s formal robes, one for each of them. They were decorated with stars and a full moon in a brilliant reflection of the night sky. He explained to Terzo that while he knew it wasn’t a traditional Christmas theme, he chose the pattern because it reminded him of the sky they’d gotten married under. Terzo cried in Omega’s arms, wearing it as much as he could get away with until Christmas was over.

They kept up the tradition, and on the third year, the month after Christmas, all of their wildest dreams finally came true: they learned that they were expecting a quintessence ghoul kit. After the initial shock and many happy tears, Omega bemoaned finding out too late to make her a Christmas sweater. Terzo reminded him that she wouldn’t have been able to wear it anyway. Still, they could have hung it up with the stockings he’d made them as a reminder of things to come, Omega had said.

With their little one on the way, Omega went into knitting overdrive. His first project was a tiny pair of baby booties and a hat with holes for the horns they could already see on the ultrasound. They were made with a soft cotton yarn, perfect for their baby’s sensitive skin, and breathable enough for her August due date. He took great joy in being able to create the first clothes his daughter would ever wear. He set to work making her a full wardrobe as best he could: rompers, overalls, cardigans, dresses, bibs, socks and leg warmers, an adorable star-shaped onesie… anything that he could find or make a pattern for. He planned for the winter, too, getting the highest quality merino wool he could get, to retain more heat.

Terzo joined in on the knitting once he went on leave to give his growing body a break, but Omega could tell that he was discouraged by how quickly the ghoul outpaced him. Omega did his best to encourage his husband, praising the beautiful pieces he created, but he could tell that Terzo found it patronizing. After a while, Terzo stopped altogether, choosing to instead curl up into Omega’s side while he worked. It made Omega’s heart ache, but he wouldn’t ask his mate to do something he no longer enjoyed.

“Terzo. You know I love cuddling with you, but I’ve been meaning to ask. Why did you stop knitting? You’re the one who taught me, you know you’re fantastic at it,” Omega asked one afternoon. He felt Terzo stiffen next to him.

“I don’t know what you mean, mio caro. I’ve just been too tired. Carrying a kit is hard work, you know.” Terzo’s tone was defensive, and Omega didn’t push the matter.

Before the birth of their first child, a little ghoul they named Starlight, Omega made the props for her newborn photoshoot: a knitted crescent moon pillow with smaller stuffed stars to arrange around her. The yarn they were made with happened to match her snow-white hair almost perfectly. They had the photos framed for their sitting room alongside the props, arranged in a shadowbox.

“How is she sleeping through this?” Terzo asked reverently as they snapped the pictures, carefully arranging her into a new pose. When they looked at each other, the awe and adoration in Terzo’s eyes made Omega’s knees weak. Satanas, Omega’s love and gratitude for his family was infinite. Omega couldn’t resist stealing a gentle kiss, trying to communicate his feelings through his lips. A tear made its way down Omega’s cheek and was quickly kissed away by his partner.

“I love you,” was all that Omega could manage to croak out in response to the other father of his child.

Halloween was upon them before they knew it. This holiday was a much bigger deal within the ministry, as was to be expected. With Starlight not even being three months old, though, they chose to stay home. That didn’t stop Omega from making her a Halloween costume, and so she was an adorable jack-o-lantern with a curly vine and two star-shaped eyes, leaving a hole for her tail as always. They got another priceless photoshoot out of it, this one staged in Primo’s garden amongst real pumpkins. She was the smallest, cutest gourd in the patch.

Omega continued to outfit Starlight as she grew. Almost as soon as she could speak, it was clear that her favorite color was pink, so Omega bought up every shade of pink yarn he could find. She would clap with delight every time her Daddy presented her with something new, driving Omega to work harder. Both of her parents knew they were spoiling her, and neither of them cared.

Their principessa’s love for stuffed animals grew almost as quickly as she did, and Omega was happy to indulge her with his own contributions. The pile of stuffed animals in her room quickly grew into a mountain, and they kept having to buy more storage for all of her toys. Terzo swore that someday she would have one of every animal.

“You know, Star is the most spoiled rotten child I have ever encountered,” her Uncle Primo remarked as he was picking the toddler up for a sleepover at his quarters one evening. He was laden with several bags full of “necessities” that Terzo had packed for her brief stay. “You’d think she was moving in!” Terzo shot him an icy glare. If Primo were bothered, he didn’t show it. Omega couldn’t help but chuckle, earning himself a glare as well.

“Just be glad that I trust you enough to take her and stop complaining, old man. Before I change my mind.” Terzo had a hard time parting with his only child, even temporarily, but Omega insisted they needed regular alone time. Especially if they had plans to grow their family. Terzo didn’t necessarily disagree, but he had serious separation anxiety.

He compensated for his lack of control over the situation by ensuring that his daughter was well taken care of. If he could only provide for her materially, then her Papa would make sure she was as prepared as possible. This included packing several changes of clothes and an abundance of toys, many of which were hand-made by Omega. Terzo took some solace in being able to send her off with the comforts of home.

Starlight was two when they found out about their second child. It was once again winter, but this time right in the middle of December. Omega got to work immediately, knitting in secret while Terzo was attending to his ministry duties during the day. On Christmas morning, Omega presented his husband with a tiny sweater. Upon seeing Terzo’s confusion, Omega explained that he had made the sweater for the newest addition to their family to wear the following year, for her first Christmas. He expressed that he simply couldn’t wait a whole year to include her in the festivities. Starlight didn’t understand why her Papa started crying, or why her Daddy soon joined in. She was pulled in for a fierce hug when she tried to comfort them.

Omega started knitting for their new kit right away. Terzo had gently suggested that they could reuse Starlight’s old clothes, but Omega would hear none of it; their second child deserved something just as personal and unique as their first did. When they were far enough along to get a more detailed scan, however, Omega had to scrap all of the hats he’d made and start over. Her horns were different than her father’s and sister’s. They curved elegantly off to the sides like a ram’s horns, meaning the holes would have to be larger and positioned differently. Omega welcomed the challenge, and when the time came to test his handiwork, they fit Astrid’s head perfectly.

“You really are so talented, amore. We are very lucky to have you,” Terzo praised, scratching between Omega’s horns. Omega’s spaded tail swished happily. If Omega were being honest, he didn’t just like knitting because it gave him something to do. He liked it because it made him feel as though he had a way to materially provide for his family. It made him feel like he was helping out. Rationally he knew that he intrinsically had value, that he brought plenty to the table and did everything he could, but sometimes it didn’t seem like enough. Being able to visualize his contributions helped. He confessed this to Terzo.

“Mio caro, what do you mean?” Terzo sounded genuinely puzzled, but not judgemental. “You gave me two beautiful children, of course you are a provider.” Omega flushed dark, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Terzo, anyone can do that…” Omega’s eyes were fixed on the floor. “I just mean… You work all day. You make the money, you keep us comfortable. Hell, you influence policies that keep all of us safe.” He took Terzo’s hands, looking deep into his eyes. “You do everything for us. I just want to be able to give something back.” Terzo’s face softened, and he took one of Omega’s hands, kissing the back of it.

“Mia ombra. You are an amazing father, and an amazing husband. You take care of our daughter, now daughters, all day. You take care of me all day. You teach and shape them in ways I cannot, because I cannot always be there. You take care of our home, make it cozy and clean and welcoming. You and these little girls that you have given me are my whole world. You are my everything,” Terzo sniffled. “Please appreciate yourself more… You do not need to do anything extra to deserve our love.”

Omega simply nodded and allowed himself to be kissed, not sure what to say and fighting back tears.

Astrid’s newborn photos were taken with similar hand-made props, again stars and a crescent moon, only this time in golden-yellow, with a dark blue backdrop. These photos and props found their way onto their sitting room walls, just like they had with her sister before her. Between the shoots, family portraits, and Starlight’s artwork, they were running out of room.

“Mm, you know we are going to run out of wall space eventually if we keep framing everything, right?” Terzo teased. Omega kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip playfully.

“Good.”

When they brought Astrid home, they gave her the blanket that Omega had made her. It was the dark blue of the night sky, decorated with yellow five-pointed stars and crescent moons. It was only as they were wrapping her up for a nap that Omega realized to his horror that he had forgotten something big: he made Astrid a baby blanket, but he had never made Starlight one! His guilt was instantaneous and all-consuming. How could he have forgotten something as crucial to a small child as their first blanket? Starlight was very attached to her store-bought fuzzy pink blanket now, it was too late to replace it… He was in quite a pickle.

For Astrid’s first Halloween, Omega made her a tiny bat costume; she was smaller than the average 4 month old, having arrived prematurely. Starlight wanted to be a lion, and of course Omega delivered. They took the girls around the ministry, participating in the trick-or-treating and child-friendly festivities that Frater Copia had instated during his reign for the couple dozen children who resided within the ministry halls. The adorable costumes seemed to soften the hearts of even the most hateful clergy members, the ones who still harbored disdain for ghouls even after they had been given their freedom. Omega took great pride in showing off their beautiful half-human children to those judgmental old fools.

For Christmas that year, Omega themed all of their sweaters around the one he’d made Astrid the previous year, before her arrival. Astrid’s sweater fit a little roomy due to her early arrival, but she cooed happily in it nonetheless.

To make up for Starlight’s lack of a handmade baby blanket, Omega decided to knit a large afghan for her big-girl bed. The base was white, but it was adorned with five-pointed stars much like her sister’s was. They were done in a full rainbow across the blanket, Starlight’s second favorite “color” behind pink. Omega thought it suited her bright personality perfectly. It took months of work, but it was finally done just in time for her fourth birthday.

Seeing as Omega was a stay-at-home dad, he was unable to hide the project from Starlight, but when she received it as a gift, she was overjoyed. For days she wore it around the house like a cape, dragging the ground behind her. Omega was glad that it was washable. They tucked her into bed with it every night.

“I love you, Daddy,” Starlight told him with a wet kiss on the cheek upon receiving her gift. Omega felt lightheaded, like he was in a dream. Like this life couldn't possibly be so perfect and real and his. He returned the sentiment and the kisses tenfold, not caring if it was a dream or not.

Music had always been prevalent in their home, with Omega and Terzo regularly playing and singing together. First they played for themselves, and later, for their girls, even before they were born. Terzo in particular was a fan of musical theater, and he passed that love down to his children. Starlight’s favorite movie was the 1998 version of Cats; she had been humming and singing along as best she could since before she’d turned three.

Over time, those sing-alongs turned into dance-alongs, and eventually full-blown productions. She would recruit Astrid and her Papa to perform with her, something that neither of them minded. It was only when Omega had the bright idea of making them hats with cat ears that Terzo protested.

“Now this is just silly,” Terzo whined. “I look ridiculous!” The giggles of the girls didn’t help the matter.

“Pease, Papa?” Starlight begged. “It makes the show more realistic!” Terzo grumbled, wondering out loud how exactly a cat in a beanie was realistic, but he went along with it anyway, if only to please his girls.

In the winter of the year of Omega and Terzo’s wedding vow renewal, when their children were nine and six years old, Omega could tell that Terzo had something up his sleeve. Terzo had been staying at work late, always coming home more tired than usual. Omega was too secure in his marriage now to suspect something like infidelity; he knew Terzo’s heart too well for that. But when they connected through Omega’s quintessence, Omega could tell that Terzo was hiding something, was walling something off from him. It was a skill that Terzo acquired only somewhat recently, one that he rarely used.

December 1st rolled around, and Omega gifted each family member a matching Christmas sweater; this year’s theme was snowmen. This time, though, Terzo had something for Omega as well. To Omega’s shock, Terzo presented him with a sweater of his own. It was a starry night sky with a big full moon, done in the same style and colors as the first pair of sweaters that Omega ever made for their growing family. However, this one had a few additions: four five-pointed stars, each in colors Omega knew to be the favorites of his children and husband respectively. Pink for Starlight, blue for Astrid, purple for Terzo, and green for Omega. A very specific shade of green: the green of Terzo’s eye, the eye he’d passed down to Astrid as well. Omega reached for it with trembling hands, careful not to snag it with his claws.

“Terzo, h…how did you…?” Omega stammered, struggling to find his voice as his mouth hung open. Terzo smiled at him warmly, his eyes soft.

“I have been working on it in my office. It is why I’ve been gone late so many nights,” Terzo explained. He put a hand on Omega’s shoulder. “You are always doing so much for us… I wanted to try and give back a fraction of what you give away so selflessly. It is not enough, and it is not perfect, but I know how much it affected you when I stopped knitting with you. I was thinking… maybe we could start again. Together.” He took Omega’s hand, twining their fingers together.

Omega pulled him in for a watery kiss, tears streaming freely down his face. Terzo buried his free hand in Omega’s hair, bringing him closer. He heard Astrid start to ask what was wrong, but she was quickly shushed by her sister. Omega couldn’t help but chuckle through the kiss; Starlight had witnessed too many emotional scenes like this in her years to be concerned. She knew her parents were ok. They just needed a moment.

When they finally broke apart, Omega took Terzo’s face in his hands, kissing his forehead. Terzo leaned into his touch.

“I love you so much, tesoro,” was all that he could say. They took two sets of photos that year, one in their matching sweaters, and the other with Omega in the sweater that Terzo made for him. Omega had one lingering question, though.

“How did you find the right shade of green? It really is a perfect match!” Omega was thrilled to have something so close to the color of the eye he would happily spend eternity staring into. Terzo’s grin was sheepish.

“Ah, it was, eh… a lot of staring in the mirror, and a lot of trial and error. A lot of returned yarn.” Terzo shrugged. Omega nuzzled against his face.

For the rest of the month, Omega alternated between wearing the sweater that Terzo made him and the one he’d made himself. Terzo needed to gently talk him into retiring it once the season was over. It was never forgotten, though. In fact, Terzo kept everything that Omega, and now he, ever made, organized by year and sealed away from damage. They would periodically go through them together and reminisce. They hoped that one day, their grandchildren would appreciate the love that was poured into every stitch as much as they did.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Kassien With An Aggressive Omega ♡

(Sorry no sex but I do have a sequel planned out where they do fuck.)

"Omega's should not be getting into fights with other omegas." This was something you had heard a million times as you were growing up and it had never made sense to you, even now as an adult you didn't understand why you weren't allowed to fight for your alpha, that omega over there had made eyes at the alpha you had a crush on and it was your right to defend your alpha from that bitch, alphas often fought other alphas so why should it be any different when it came to omegas against omegas, still every time you would punch someone for staring at your alpha, it would always end in the alpha going to console the omega you had punched leaving you wondering why they didn't think it was appropriate for you to be so aggressive. That didn't change your behavior in the slightest though, if you were going to date an alpha they had to know and accept that you were going to get into fights for them.

This aggression didn't exclusively extend into fighting either, you had always been the type of omega who knew exactly what they desired and you were going to go for it, the complete opposite of what alpha's liked in their omegas. It took you years to realize this but alpha's usually wanted a softer, sweeter, more docile, and completely non threatening omega, or at least the alpha's you had crushes on in your youth did, perhaps some alphas wouldn't mind your behaviors but you just hadn't met those that would accept it yet. Most wanted something you had never been and were never going to be which had unfortunately meant that prior to your meeting Kassien, your dating life had been a mess.

Alphas were never the first to approach you or even have a crush on you due to how loud and just how aggressive your behavior tended to come off as, and any alpha you had expressed interest in first had only stuck around for the first couple of weeks, quickly disturbed by your aggressive courting behaviors but you also refused to change yourself for them, how was it fair that they allowed other omega's to approach them and try to woe them, they were your alpha and their attention should solely be on you. It didn't matter no matter how much they told you that they were your alpha so they had no interest in the other omegas, you should be allowed to defend your territory, it wasn't fair if you smelled entirely like them when they didn't smell entirely of you.

"Omega's shouldn't demand items for their nests. They should wait politely for the alpha to offer an scented item or coyly mention how their nest was missing something." This was a rule no one spoke out loud and so it took you awhile to pick up on, the general discomfort the alpha you'd been flirting with for a few weeks had on their face with you would shove something in their face and tell them to scent it for your nest, some would be a bit flattered by this, whispering a small reply telling you they would do it as soon as they returned home and give it to you as soon as possible, but it was less charming when you would take the scarf off their neck and gleefully smile about how intensely it smelled like them due to them having worn it all day. This was by far your least favorite part of the courting process, you just couldn't understand why you had to wait, you already smelled like them just from being round them so much so what was the difference when it came to giving them an item and telling them to make that item smell like them as well.

"Omega's should smell like their alpha's, not the other way around." This one was the one you loathed the most, why couldn't both of you just smell like each other? You understood that most human alphas were sensitive since they didn't have the strong rich smell of the supernatural alphas and were worried your omega scent would drown their scent out and make people confuse them for an omega but so what? Sure you knew your scent in particular as an omega was very strong and could drown out the smell of any alpha near you but why did they need people to know they were an alpha, they were already taken by you so they weren't available anyways, there was no need to broadcast their alpha-ness because they didn't need to go looking for another omega.

"Omega's shouldn't bite their alpha's so hard." You always felt bad whenever your alpha would be in pain cause you had bit them but they hadn't bit you yet and so you wanted to show them it was okay to bite you by biting them first, they never seemed to appreciate the gesture though, always asking if you were trying to bitch them or something because you being so aggressive with your biting and scenting could mess with their pheromone which is when you realized, after what had seemed like the millionth time of an alpha pushing you off their lap when you were just trying to mark them a little bit, you were doomed to never have an alpha, it just wasn't in the cards for you.

You knew you were never going to find an alpha, at least out of the human alphas who were available to you, who was willing to accept or even tolerate the way you behaved and so you resigned yourself to your lonely nest with not a single scent item inside of it and no alpha who was willing to claim you as their own or help you through your heats in sight. Life did get easier when you started to remind yourself every alpha you liked was untouchable to you no matter how much you might like them or how nice they might be. Since you no longer got into relationships you no longer had to be worried about the pesky omegas who did follow all the rules and were the more traditionally docile ones, something that made them think they somehow had the right to steal your alpha from right under your nose. You wouldn't have to deal with yet another alpha breaking it off after a few weeks leaving you devastated and a bit angry as they told you they wanted to be with a softer and more easy to manage omega, not an omega who was broken and aggressive like you were. No more seeing pictures of your exes months after the break up making pregnancy announcements and proclaim just how excited they were to be able to start a family with their beautiful, soft, and sweet omega, the one who you could never be.

It wasn't like you particularly enjoyed being this way either, if you could be different you probably would be but you didn't want to be untruthful to yourself, you weren't going to hold yourself back if you got jealous and you didn't have time to wait for an alpha to pick you and ask you out first when that was never going to happen, you knew exactly what you wanted and since no alpha would give you exactly what you wanted there was really no point in bothering with that dating crap. But then there was Kassien... you knew exactly what you wanted, you wanted, no, NEEDED her, it was going to be her or nothing else.

It was honestly perfect for you, you'd never even considered that you could possibly have a soulmate, you thought for sure that if you ever found an alpha to settle down and build a life with, they would have to be a human alpha who also didn't have a soulmate out there, after all supernaturals, and more specifically demons, tending not to like when their omegas displayed less than favorable behaviors that were considered to be more traditionally alpha like in nature. They didn't like when their omegas would just snatch things for their nests without asking first, they wanted their omega to ask so they could feel like they were taking care of their omega's needs. They didn't usually want to be pushed down and scented by their omega, they were always the ones doing the scenting since their scents were stronger plus they had to make sure their human mates weren't approached by any other alphas. They preferred to be the ones biting their omega's, not that they didn't enjoy getting bitten by their soulmates but they preferred to leave more bite marks n their soulmate then their mate left on them. Above all of those though, they didn't like when their omegas were extremely hostile and aggressive with other omega's even if it was to defend their territory, they just didn't understand why their omega's got so jealous because they were committed solely to their soulmates, a thing they could never tolerate under any circumstances where omegas who got into actually fights with other omegas, omegas who did so often found themselves scolded and punished, the alphas always claimed it was simply out of worry that their omegas might injure themselves in these fights but you knew better, they just didn't like aggressive omegas, that was the only possible reason it could be. That was why it came as a huge shock when your alpha boss who just so happened to be a demon, made it clear to everyone in the office you were her claimed omega.

You really really liked the way Kassien smelled even before you had officially met, you would just smell that she had been there moments prior and you felt the overwhelming desire to smother whoever the scent belonged to in your own scent even though you knew an alpha with that strong of a scent was likely a supernatural and thus off limits to you, but her's was more enticing to you than other other supernaturals in the building had ever been before. It made you slightly growly whenever there was an omega who had to enter your boss's office, you just couldn't control that impulse even though you had nothing going on with your boss despite how friendly she could be, there was no reason for you to growl, if she found another omega then so be it, still that thought only made your growls louder. You were truly lucky for your growling though, it was what got her to make her move on you and you would growl a million times louder if it got her to stay even if only out of concern for your throat.

"Lovely, I need you to come into my office." You hadn't realized she had been right behind you or that she was even speaking to you, sure she only called you lovely but you still assumed she had been speaking to someone else, only causing your growling to grow louder earning you a few tuts from her as she placed her hands on your shoulders and started rubbing them to soothe your growls. "Sweetness, a lovely little omega like you shouldn't be growling like that, you'll hurt your throat and I know you haven't even gotten up from your desk to have a drink all day long, your throat must be in so much pain."

"Wait were you talking to me?" You came off as a bit hostile perhaps but you had been in a really bad mood all week, every time you thought about how sweet and caring she was but how she couldn't possibly be your alpha, it made you angrier. Sure you did enjoy receiving her orders and affection but it was all pointless because you were her soulmate, she was going to find another omega, which only made you antsier every time an omega from a lower floor had to deliver papers to her office, any one of them could be the one, then you would spend the rest of your career at the company seething in rage every time her perfect omega came to visit her, it made you just want to fight anyone who came into her office.

"Aww my lovely is a bit confused, yes I am sweetness, there's no one else I could be talking to, you're coming with me for today. You've worked too much for an omega so I've decided you'll be spending the day in my office where my omega belongs so I know you won't be hurting your pretty throat with any more growling. I know it's been upsetting seeing people talk to your alpha, so it'll be just the two of us today as it should be. Pretty omega like you, you just want to mark your territory, huh?" She seemed amused by the confusion on your face as she gave your shoulder a harsh squeeze to remind you that you need to do as she says and follow her before she bent down to pick up your things and carry them into her office. "Come on lovely, I know you just want to be in your alpha's office."

She would have normally been a bit more patient and waited to introduce herself as your alpha but it didn't seem all that necessary for you, the entire week Kassien had heard the cutest growls coming out of your mouth anytime anyone entered her office and at first she had thought it had bee a coincidence and something or someone had just been upsetting you any time she wasn't there to protect you from little annoyances but after about the third time it occurred she realized her cute omega was just jealous and the best way to quell that jealously was to make it known she was your alpha and there was nothing to worry about. She would have waited to ask you n a proper date but she was getting really bothered that you were hurting your throat and therefore she had no choice but to make it known before she was prepared to wine and dine you.

Kassien was your ideal alpha in every way possible, you just adored every small detail about her which was why the both of you moved in together that same day and why you had demanded to mark her which she agreed to, to your absolute delight, of course being as you were an omega and a human your mark wasn't permanent and you'd have to redo it a bunch but it still made you very happy she allowed you to mark her neck a bunch though for every mark you left on her, she left two in return. It was very clear she belonged to you to anyone who looked at her and well if they couldn't see her they could at the very least smell how she smelled strongly of an omega.

There was just one slight issue, she had a strict ban on you fighting with other omegas, she told you if any omega approached her then she would deal with the problem but she wouldn't allow you to get yourself hurt because of this. The ban was put in place after she had been walking past the break room and had heard people gossiping about how you were a hard to handle omega and all your previous alphas had hated how often you got into fights and while she had been delighted to hear she was the only alpha who was able to handle you, so much so that she immediately bent you over the desk in her office, she had also made sure to inform you that the fighting had to end or you'd get punished for letting that pretty face of yours get damaged so the solution, get into fights but make sure they didn't hit your face.

This did work for the first couple of weeks but then yet again Kassien had heard people in the break room gossiping and saying they didn't understand how Kassien was tolerating you getting into fights so much and talking about this one omega you broke the nose of and you were punished, but this was not going to deter you cause although Kassien was punishing you for the fights, you were starting to enjoy the punishments and so you were just going to keep getting into fights, she wouldn't be too angry as long as you didn't get hurt though she did warn you constantly that if she saw you with even one tiny mark on your face from the fight, you were going to lose outdoor privileges, still didn't stop you from also beating the asses of the people gossiping in the break room since they made your alpha upset with you.

Each time Kassien would find out that you'd beat up another omega she would force you to ride her knot for hours until you were too brainless to think bout fighting again, meanwhile you were plotting what you planned to do to the next bitch who made eyes at your alpha and thinking about the next time Kassien would punish you because needless to say, it was going to happen again, you knew your alpha was very desirable and so you were more than happy to clean up the trash that swarmed her.

Today you fucked up though and as soon as you realized you fucked up, you just decided to say fuck it and keep going with it. The omega who you had picked a fight with today was a lot stronger than you expected and had punched you really hard in the face, leaving your nose bleeding and so since this would likely be the last time your alpha allowed you outside again you decided she needed to feel extra pain because your alpha would be extra angry at you leading to you punching her in the face with your left hand while she was grabbing onto your right arm and biting as hard as she could drawing blood which only made you angrier because only your alpha should be allowed to bite you, the fun unfortunately had to come to an end though as Kassien approached you from behind, pulling you off the omega who realized that they had just gravely wounded a demon's omega and thus would not get to live very much longer.

"Lovely, I need you to go sit in my office." You didn't move even after Kassien released you, you wanted to see the omega get murdered after her stupid wandering eyes had already gotten you in so much trouble plus your arm really hurt and you were going to watch until you were sure she had gotten her punishment for it. "It seems like my omega doesn't want to listen to daddy today, but I really need you to go wait in my office cause I'm very angry and I will hurt you very bad if you don't start listening to me."

"No, I want to stay and see what happens." Not the smartest move talking back to Kassien but you knew your alpha and she surely couldn't hurt you that badly, sure she said she would if you ever got out of hand and got seriously injured but honestly she was such a big sweetheart that you really didn't believe she would even as she stomped on the neck of the bleeding omega who was rapidly trying to crawl away.

"Lovely, get in my fucking office right now or I will break those pretty little legs of yours and you will have no choice but to sit where I want you to sit all day long, don't think I won't." You scrambled to her office, sure you were pretty sure she wasn't going to do it but if she made good on that promise it would make it harder to fight all the other omega's who were lusting after her and you couldn't have that. It didn't take Kassien long to storm in afterwards, her hands covered in blood and loud growls leaving her mouth.

"Omega, I warned you over and over again not to get into fights, I told you you would get injured but here you are with a fucking bite mark on your arm.. Give me your arm Lovely." You held your arm out expecting her to just look at the wound, what you were not expecting was for your arm to get crushed so hard you could feel your bone breaking. This was entirely your fault for disregarding Kassien's rules but you couldn't help but hope the other omega died brutally because she had cause your alpha to get angry at you, well at least you knew for next time Kassien was not just all talk and you'd be extra careful to make sure they couldn't get a hit in, maybe next time you'd just push them down a flight of stairs. Anyways you were sure Kassien would forgive you when your heat hit in a couple of days, though it would probably be really difficult to manage with a broken arm.

[viandclintbarton-supremacy]

The Unkillable Lion (GN Wrestler Reader x Russio)

Warning: Mentions of blood, swearing and bad writing

W/N = Wrestler Name

Your heart beat was bumping, nerves settled in, its happening!!

You are going to walk out at Wembley Stadium for the match of your life. A match in your home country, the biggest ever and in front of a sold out crowd. But not infront of your family....It sucked. Not only was your family stuck in Australia but your sister and girlfriend lost the finals of the Women's World Cup and all you could do was call and text them since thier flights were delayed. You could physically be here for them. You sighed resuming your stretching

*Crowd roars*

You glanced at the backstage monitor the screen just showed the graphic of the next match

For the Newly reinstated NJPW Intercontinental Championship

NO HOLDS BARRED

"The Unkillable" W/N

VS

"The King" Minoru Suzuki (C)

Excalibur on the commentary team "Up next will The King Suzuki be knocked off his throne? Or will The Unkillable be Killed on their home soil"

Jim ross would respond "There is no doubt that this match with be a slobber knocker"

You smiled before feeling a hand on your shoulder, you turn to see Kenny Omega

Y/N:"Great match out there today Kenny" He smiled

Kenny:"Do I ever have a bad match" giving you a really look

F/N:"Fair Point"

Kenny:"This crowd is red hot, they are gonna have your back I'd say even against Suzuki. And i have ni doubt your family and gal are gonna be watching from Australia"

You looked at him with a determined smile "Thanks Ken"

"5 minutes F/N" You hear from the gorilla position.

"Now go show them what the Elite is all about " you smirked and winked before leaving to go tear the house down

"Calm down mum, F/N will be fine."

"Well you know what i am like Jorge"

"They are a Bronze they will survive anything, right Luc?" Jorge would turn to his sister who had a far away look in her eye. Jorge slightly frowned, the impact of losing the World Cup final was still being processed.

"Luc?" Lucy felt a nudge of a leg moving her leg, she looked to her side to see Keira "Jorge was saying Bronze's can survive anything, personally i think he is correct" Bronze smiled as she looked at the tv and starred at her sibling face. She felt so much pride seeing her sibling being apart of something so big and living their dream.

"Yeah they will survive, though knowing Y/N there will be blood"

"BLOOD!" the room would jump at the sound of Alessia Russo sudden outburst.

"Bloody hell Les!" Ella Toone would say placing her arm on her chest from being startled "Sorry i just didn't know, i don't even know what this match actually is. will their actually be blood" Alessia would say looking at Bronze with slight worry but also embarrassment. She felt bad as she still didn't understand Y/N's job fully. She hated watching them get hurt but to star bleeding???

"Well basically a No Holds Barred Match is anything goes. No count outs they can use any sort of weapon, go anywhere in the stadium." Lucy would say earing the attention of some of the lionesses who were also watching and those new to the sport. Since the flights were delayed, the group decide to have a massive hang out with the team and families "And yes Y/N has a history being busted open" Lucy would say with grimace on her face. Making Alessia more nervous and scared for Y/N.

Alessia met Y/N on her first match for the Senior England Team, Y/N was supporting their sister Lucy during the match and the duo would have a brief encounter but would greet each other everytime. One of the things Russio like about Y/N was they always greeted everyone and shook peoples hands. no matter if they were players, team's family's or staff. As a wrestler Y/N always showed respect and etiquette to everyone.

It wasnt until Alessia moved to London after signing for Arsenal, That their paths would cross at a gym from there the duo would grow closer. Everytime Y/N would go across the country or abroad, Alessia would miss the charming wrestler. And when Russio did the same Y/N would miss the clumsy but talented footballer.

It wasn't until a gym session 2 months ago after the duo both hadn't seen each other for nearly two months that one thing led to another that the duo would engage in a heated night of passion..........in the gym bathroom.........and then Y/N's Car......and then Y/N's bed. Basically a LOT of PASSION happened that night.

The duo would become an item, keeping it on the low and eventually would tell thier families tho both were SCARED TO FUCK to tell Lucy. Given the fact that the last time Lucy found out F/N had a partner.....well F/N doesn't know actually their partner just vanished, no sign of where they went but it smelt of Lucy's involvement.

When the duo announced to Lucy, it was a surprise as she seemed to beam with happiness seeing her teammate and her siblings together. She knew Russio well and trusted her and when Lucy embraced Russio, she would whisper "If anything happens to them, remember it's very easy for me to find you" Before hugging her sibling leaving Les gulping slightly before smiling nervously.

Alessia's worry grew she struggles to watch F/N wrestle, seeing them getting hurt and thrown around scared her. and now blood? She would be lying is she said she understood wrestling. She was snapped out of her trance by a hand on her shoulder "Les? They will be ok. this is their job" Alessia turned to the voice and smiled at her best friend Ella Toone. "She's right. They will fuck that guy up" Russio smiled at Mary Earps comment.

*Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne plays at Wembley"

The crowd roars as the lionesses and focus on the screen.

You hear the rumble of the crowd, you wanted for your cue to leave, you couldn't wait to leave and see the crowd and start the walk to the ring.

Lucy breathed out, feeling nervous for you as Les got excited

You started to walk down the Hallway, every step the view of the crowd getting more and more in view. As you step out the crowd cheered like maniac and wanted for you to remove your hood and ignite your pyro.

"Oh my god, the colour of their gear" Stanway pointed out. Gaining the attention of the lionesses "Its the same colour scheme as our away kit" The lionesses couldn't help but feel flattered at the gesture whilst the Bronze family were filled with pride

You removed the hood revealing your face and the pyro went off to loud cheers as you screamed and shouted to the fans to cheer. you felt the breeze against your skin as you stood there for the moment to take it all in. you looked out to the sea of people. Your fellow countrymen and fans that came to see you. Lucy watched with pride, She knew the feeling you had right now. whilst Les smiled at the cute reaction you showed You nodded as you began to walk down the ramp high fiving the fans and kids in the front row.

"A year ago a team of Lionesses walked onto the pitch of Wembley and played with pride and passion to become champions of Europe. One of those Lionesses was Lucy Bronze" Nigel McGuiness paused. The lionesses ears were listening at the commentator with smiles. they may have lost the finals but they did achieve greatness with winning the euros. As Lucy's name was mentioned

"Now a year later, W/N Bronze walks into the same Arena. With the goal to become champion like their sister. This isn't a try and fail for Y/N this is a must for them. They HAVE to walk out of Wembley champion" Les couldn't help but the amount of pressure you must be under, she didn't think of the story of his match and started to worry what if you did lose. She has lost the finals of the World Cup, she couldn't bear to see you lose too "They need to win, so when they walked down the streets, people will come up to then and say. 'Hey you are the NJPW Intercontinental Champ, W/N Bronze right?.' And Not 'oh isn't Lucy Bronze your sister.'"

The group would frown as you entered the ring. Did the commentator really say that. They thought it was harsh, but Lucy knew. She hated seeing you accomplish so much but still be referred as the other sibling. Alessia also knew she would see interviews of you and every time you were undermined and Lucy was brought up you can feel your energy switch.

As you made your way to the ring, the crowd's energy continued to surge and you couldn't help but feel the support from your home country. The cheers and chants were overwhelming and it motivated you even more for the match. You knew that this was a critical moment in your career, and you had to give it your all and you couldn't LOSE

The Lionesses and your family continued to watch with bated breath. Lucy felt the pride of being your sister and couldn't help but recall her own moments of glory at Wembley. She understood the immense pressure you were under, and her heart swelled with hope for your success. Alessia, on the other hand, was torn between her excitement for you and her deep concern. She wasn't familiar with wrestling and seeing you in a No Holds Barred match with the potential for blood made her uneasy. The support and reassurance of her friends helped ease her worries, but she couldn't help but feel a knot in her stomach.

"F/N started in the outskirts of Sunderland before heading to Japan, Joining the Faction Chaos by recommendation of Will Ospreay, there Y/N would win multiple tag titles and tournaments before betraying Okada and leaving Chaos and Joining the Bullet Club. A year later F/N would be kicked out of the BC with the Elite and headed to AEW. And now to Wembley. What a journey for this Youngblood" Jim Ross said as he praised you. the commentary about your journey and the pressure to succeed struck a chord with Lucy, Alessia and your Family. They knew how much this meant to you, not just as a wrestler but as an individual trying to step out of your sibling's shadow.

The atmosphere in Wembley Stadium shifted as "The King" Minoru Suzuki made his way to the ring. He was a legendary figure in the world of professional wrestling, known for his no-nonsense, hard-hitting style and a reputation as one of the toughest men in the business.

Suzuki's presence alone exuded an aura of intimidation. His face bore the scars of countless battles, and his cold, unflinching stare made it clear that he had no intention of relinquishing his Intercontinental Championship without a brutal fight.

You watched as he swaggered down the ramp. You prepared yourself mentally as you knew he was gonna try and murder you but you were prepared to fight no matter the cost

The crowd which had been firmly behind you, was now divided. Some cheered for the local hero, "The Unkillable" W/N Bronze, while others cheered to the reigning champion, Suzuki, Hoping that he would tear you apart. The air was electric with anticipation and you could feel the weight of the moment pressing upon you.

The referee checked both competitors for any concealed weapons, making it clear that in a No Holds Barred match, anything could and would happen. The tension in the ring was palpable as the official signaled for the match to begin.

You and Suzuki locked eyes and for a brief moment, He tilted his head before smiling like a maniac, You replied with a smirk. Both of you understood the magnitude of the battle about to take place.

So you decided to throw a chop to the Japanese legend. A loud smack can be heard as Suzuki was caught off guard before accepting the challenge "Come on then wanker" You say trying goad him

Then he did, You felt the chop ripple threw your body sending electricity throughout your body. The each delivering thunderous knife-edge chops to the other. The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated throughout the stadium, and the crowd's cheers and gasps grew louder with each strike. Your chest and Suzuki's were both bright red from the onslaught of chops, and neither of you showed any signs of backing down. It was a test of willpower, a battle of endurance, and the audience couldn't believe the spectacle they were witnessing.

"Why why are doing this" Alessia had her hands to her face, During the chop off. She hated seeing you het hit like this and hearing the sounds of the smack echoing around the area "Fucking hit hm F/N" But lucy on the other hand was invested and wanted you to slap the shit out of your opponent

But in a sudden turn of events, Suzuki let out a deep, guttural laugh, his sadistic grin never leaving his face.

"Oh shit" You regretted your challenge

*Chop*

The crowd's gasps turned into collective exclamations of shock and your friends and family watched as the chop sent you to the ground like a bag of potatoes. Alessia squealed as she turned into her father's direction who was laughing at his daughters reaction. "Jesus Christ" Lucy would hear from her brother as he held his child in his arms. Meanwhile you laid there as Suzuki was taunting you "I think my chest is caved in" You would say feeling like you got shot. This was gonna be a war.

Many moments would happen during the match, You power bombing Suzuki through a table, him hitting you with a chair, brawling in the crowed. It wasn't until you took a barbed wire bat to the head that cut you open above the eye. Your family gave a grim look whilst Alessia shrieked and hid her face in Ella's shirt. You looked dazed as the blood dripped down your face and you spat out the blood that fell into your mouth. It was a site that made the crowd stare at you. The match went almost 28 mins before you found yourself in a Gotch powerbomb set up as he went to lift you, You countered with a DDT just as Alessia peeked out

"Focking hell" Toone would say as Your family and lionesses cheered. Alessia heart filled with excitement and amazement. You fighting with such passion made her heart flutter

And then you hit a Bronze Maker (Flatliner) when he ran for you

"BRONZE MAKER!! CAN THAT BE THE MOVE OT MAKE BRONZE, A GOLD MAKER!!" Nigel would say on commentary

As you laid down you heard the chants for you and the rhythm of claps from 81.000 strong behind you. The whole stadium was alive for Y/N Bronze. You staggered up and saw Suzuki now bleeding from the head was on one knee you had to stop him so you ran and dropkicked him into the corner

Alessia was in a trance.

Seeing your chance and the adrenaline pumping jumped to the top rope top, The crowd rumbling they knew what was next after sticking your tongue out with dried blood over your face, you hit your iconic The moonsault stomp "HERE IT COMES"

The crowd popped sending a massive shockwave throughout the arena

"HOLY SHIT!" Mary Earps said in shock

"THAT WAS FUCKING SICK" Stanway said in a hyped voice

"I FELT THAT ONE" Hemp would say as she grimaced

"GO ON Y/N" Millie Bright said a pumped up attitude

"COME ON Y/N" Lucy calm demeanour changed as she couldn't keep still and fully stood up bouncy.

"Come on babygirl/babyboy" Alessia whispered to herself

You stood over the body of your Suzuki and grabbed both arms and brought him to his knees "COME ON KID, MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELF AND ARCHIVE GREATNESS" Jim Ross adding more excitement and goosebumps with his words and passion

"NIGHT NIGHT MOTHERFUCKER" You shouted as you used the last of your strength to drive your knee into Suzuki's head.

"LION KILLER!!!!" Excalibur shouted on commentary. The crowd roared with passion, as it was like a button you hit on Suzuki's head to make them roar. The room of Lionesses watched on with anticipation

You fall on top of Suzuki and pin him. You hear the referee land on the canvas. And everyone counted with him

"ONE" the ref screamed along with the crowd

"TWO" The Bronze's, Alessia and the lionesses screamed

It felt like forever that you watched the hand come down but eventually

Lucy had goosebumps all over her body. Could it be, Will she finally see you achieve your dream

Alessia was on the break of tears. The art of wrestling, her love and proudness of you was beaming

Finally

"THREE!" Your heart stopped. The crowd roared, your family was in a mixture of tears and joy.

Lucy was hugging and shaking Keira around with joy. She was overwhelmed by seeing you achieve your dream. She saw you start from a underdog to a champion. This meant more to her then the World Cup.

Alessia was tearing up as Ella and Mary were teasing but also cheering. She now understood the moments wrestling made and how it made fans feel. And to see you in such a moment made her cry and celebrate with her friends and lucy

"HE/SHE DID IT, W/N HAS ACHIEVED IMMORTALITY AT WEMBLEY" Jim Ross shouted with passio

You layed there, you did it. You thought looking up to the sky with the open roof of Wembley in view, you don't know how long it took until you realized the ref standing over you with the belt. You slowly sat up onto your knees and held the title staring at it like a new born baby. You then shot up with pride ignoring the pain and held it above your head and the crowd roared once again. A image will for ever be in the minds for Fans's Lucy and Alessia.

As the celebrations went on Omega, The Young Bucks, Ibushi and Hangman came out and praised you as you were lifted onto the Buck's Shoulders. Ella nudging Alessia as she saw the jealous look on her face. But then music hit

"Woah hold on here" Jim Ross said as out of the entrance way came Will Ospreay and members of the United Empire "Its Ospreay, we saw him earlier tonight when he beat Jericho." Excaliber would say "So is the Aussie Open and Jeff Cobbs but that snake Don Callis and Takashita are alongside them." You looked confused as the young bucks set you down. Kenny, Ibushi and Hangman glared at Takeshita and Don Callis due to Earlier events.

As they entered the ring, The Golden Elite stood behind you and the United Empire behind Ospreay as the two of you had a face to face. The stadium rumbled at the sight. Making this a match they wanted. Don would step forward and in response so would Kenny. A action that made Don step back. Kenny was now to you right making it Osprey's left. Kenny glared at will, He still wasn't done with the aerial assassin. As a gesture of he wasn't finished he held up the finger triggers to Ospreay

The Lionesses were Intrigued by this situation. Alessia was annoyed that you didn't get a full celebration and wanted you to have your moment. but Lucy knew something was off by your stance.

And then

"OH MY GAWD!" Jim Ross shouted

"WHAT!! Nigel was flabbergasted

Alessia was wide eyed as most of the Lionesses. Lucy eyebrow raised in surprise

You just SuperKicked Kenny

The arena was stunned, The Golden Elite were frozen. The United Empire then rushed The Elite and started to dismantle them. As you and Ospreay starred at each other, A growing smirk came to both of your faces

"Oh don't tell me" Jim Ross would say kn commentary. You would then make the United Empire hand sign and hug will laughing. "Oh that son of a bitch!" You both grabbed Kenny as you set him up for Will's hidden blade.

You would laugh and stick your tongue out

"Oh you two are definitely related" Lucy would hear Hemp say to which Lucy shrugged smirking "It's a family thing" . Alessia however was shocked at your evil side and couldn't help but blush at the cockiness you were showing.

You then decided to lift Kenny on your shoulders and hit him with his own move. The One Winged Angel

You sat there laughing with Ospreay as your girlfriend blushed more

"Oooh you like when your playmate is a baddie" Mary bumped Alessia making her more embarrassed.

There you stood at Wembley. With your new wrestling family and champion

A few days later

"BABY!!" Alessia was caught off guard but welcomed you picking her up and holding her "I missed you so much" you placed her down and kissed her to which see kissed you back after a minute of tongue twirling of you would part for breathe. "I missed you" You said to your girlfriend. "I missed you too sweetheart"

You smiled with pride " I am so fucking proud of you babe" You said. She smiled sadly but then she cupped your cheeks "Not as proud as me champ" You smiled smugly "Well i am a talented bastard." Alessia fought back a laugh before looking down and biting her lip. You placed your finger on her chin lifting her to look at you. "Whats wrong pet" You gave her a cocky smile. Alessia loved it and knew what was happening. One of her teammates blabbed to you about her liking your bad side. She inches closer.

"THERES MY BOY/GIRL!" all of a sudden you felt yourself picked up into the arms of you sister Lucy. To which you hugged back. The two of you started to playfight "LETS GO CHAMP" Lucy would start saying. You haven't seen her this happy since the Euros. You couldn't help but be happy with Lucy's reaction to your win. Ever since you were a child you wanted her approval and recognition. She was the best sister ever. You notice people at the airport started to look at you and so did lucy. Alessia couldn't help but smile at the cute behaviour before her

"YEAH MY BROTHER/SISTER IS A CHAMPION AND WHAT!" Lucy shouted as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder and leading you away. You reached out your hand to Alessia who grabbed her stuff and your hand and walked with you "Seriously Y/N i am so proud of you bro" Lucy squeezed you closer as you rested you head on her shoulder for a sec "Thanks Lu. I am proud of you two. You were amazing throughout" She smiled sadly before cheering up "Thanks child" You rolled your eyes "That reminds me i got both of you Souvenirs from the show and Keira also" The girls smiled, Lucy was extra thankful as you mentioned her partner is was having a hard time with her injury.

The duo mentioned they got something for you two as you walked out of the airport not before a squeak came from Alessia after you gave a cheeky squeeze to her bum, showing off the cocky side once more leading to you and Lucy laughing at her flustered look

The End

this took so long, like 2 - 3 months. kept dropping in and out of it but i hope my Wrestling readers and woso readers enjoyed it. If you are a fan of both then consider yourself spoiled.

but this leads to a question would you like more wrestling x woso? let me know

and all feedback is welcome.

[sirrabbithat]

Not related to COD, thought I'd dip my toe into another fandom. I've been falling in love with the Ghost bc fandom thanks to @halfcow-halfboy and his crippling addiction to this band. Enjoy!

(no warnings just fluff!)

Terzo has been stuck in a meeting discussing budgets for their upcoming Hunter Moon ritual. He feels as if he is dying of boredom as the rest of the clergy discusses why they need to spend so much on silverware and organic candles. He looks to the side as the Sister Imperium occasionally side-eyes him. Terzo groans after one of the brothers says something so stupid he has to say something back: "So let me get this straight, you don't want the ghouls involved at all." Terzo stares at the man before him

The brother shrugs, glancing away from the papa, "Well...the siblings have mentioned that the ghouls make them uneasy and this ritual is meant to serve as a welcome party of sorts. We need to ease them into the way we live, not toss them in the deep end, and while the ghouls do live here, we don't need to scare anyone off."

Terzo loses his temper shouting at his fellow clergy "They are creatures of hell; of course they're scary! That is the point of them!"

Omega is nearby practicing the guitar for their new song, Mummy Dust, alongside a few of his fellow ghouls. He wants to make sure he has every note down before their next tour. He and the other ghouls pause, hearing their Papa shout. The sounds of Mummy slowly dust fades away as they look towards the direction of the office that the shouting is coming from.

Terzo looks more and more confused and enraged as this conversation persists. "this stupid. If they can't bear to see the ghouls now, they won't ever be prepared to see them."

"yes but it's best if they're hidden away, at least for now. Maybe if they really must be around, they can wear their show masks?"

"I'm not going to hide my ghouls just to comfort those who can't accept reality. They knew what they were getting into."

The other man sneers, "No wonder the sister thinks you are a joke. Its important that the new siblings feel at ease if you can't un-"

Terzo stands abruptly, the chair clattering to the ground behind him. "If all you are going to do is make a mockery of me and my ghouls, then this meeting is over and you are henceforth removed from my court. Dismissed," he sneers and storms out, his papal cloak billowing behind him as he throws open the heavy oak doors and storms down the hall

Omega notices Terzo storming off and places his guitar down and goes after his papa. "Papa?" Terzo looks behind him, spotting the ghoul following him. "Yes Omega?'

Omega stops him "Are you alright, Papa?"

Terzo calms, trying to look like nothing is wrong. "Quite alright, thank you, caro mia."

Omega nods and flicks his tail; the ghouls have gotten worried about how stressed Terzo has been recently. "We worry about you." Terzo smiles, running a hand through his hair. "Worry naught, everything is fine, my ghoul!" Omega nods, not quite believing him that anything is alright at all; everything seems the opposite, if anything. "Of course, Papa."

Terzo shifts the subject: "How are you, my ghoul?" Omega smiles. "Very good, since I am speaking with you." Terzo laughs, "You are too kind, Omega." Omega, completely deadpan, says, "I am a creature from hell, Papa. I am not kind, just honest."

"You are kind. More so than these people I work with."

"Oh?"

Terzo waves his hand around in the air. "Don't worry, it's fine." Omega puts his hands on Terzo's hips, pulling him ever so slightly closer. "What happened?" Terzro chuckles, making an attempt at deflecting Omega's worry. "Nothing, nothing, I promise. Everything is fine." Omega takes his hands off Terzo's hips. "Of course, Papa."

Terzo keeps deflecting, "Enough about me, how have you been?" Omega gives up, for now. "Good. Practicing for our upcoming tour."

Terzo smirks. "Oh? Look at you, so responsible."

That sends a shiver down Omega's spine. He blushes ever so slightly, barely noticeable. He hopes, "I try, sir." Terzo smiles up at Omega. "You're doing so well." Omega turns a shade darker, still (hopefully) unnoticeable to Terzo "Thank you, Papa."

Terzo "You are welcome, amore."

Omega is having a realization. Before this very moment, he thought he just found Terzo attractive. But I mean, who doesn't? The man is a flirt, dare he say a slut, and has a perfect figure; Terzo is everything a papa should be, no matter what the sister thinks about him, and Omega wants him for himself. He always felt deeply attracted to the papa; he just never quite realized that he was in love.

Terzo interrupts that thought "Are you free? I need help in the garden."

Omega "Yes, of course."

Terzo smiles, "Perfect!"

To continue reading:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64779025

[unhonest-iago]

Guinea Pig

[tws/cws; drugging, kidnapping, unethical experimentation, forced mating, cheating]

Beta! Whumper who's a scientific researcher. Their research revolves around heat and rut cycles; how environmental stressors can impact both alphas and omegas. But no one seems to be interested in participating. They know it's logical as one of the potential risks is gaining a mate.

That's fine, Whumper decides to pick the unwilling participants from their life. Going after people they thought had wronged them. Calling up two of their old flames. An omega who cheated on them with their alpha best friend. Beta! Whumper acts like they just want to catch up. Like old times. The anger and betrayal had never left. Simply stewing under the surface.

Everything's going fine. The trio went out to the old diner that served greasy smash burgers and fries cooked in peanut oil. Laughing at old stories after the awkwardness of why they stopped talking passed. It's when the omega goes to the bathroom that Whumper quickly injects the alpha with a muscle relaxant. The dosage was a little overkill but it's enough to where they slump in the seat. 'I don't know what happened. Was acting fine and then suddenly collapsed,' Whumper feigns ignorance.

'We should get them to a hospital!' Whumper helps the omega carry their alpha out to the car. A beaten up Volkswagen beetle. In the car, the omega gets an uneasy feeling but they brush it off as worry. It's when Whumper starts driving away from the nearest hospital that the worry cements into dread. They recognize the route, Whumper's taking them to their house. 'I thought you said you were over that. It happened so long ago.'

'I lied...and it happened seven years ago.' A few more days and it would've coincided with their anniversary. In their agitation, Whumper is able to inject them with the same muscle relaxant they had used on the alpha. Wanting to avoid the fight that would ensue when they encroached upon the house.

‘Oh, you’re awake. Good.’ The beta’s personality had done a 180 from the facade they had worn at the diner. Now cold and callous, the stereotypical scientist. They didn’t care about the two’s wellbeing. They were just specimens to the beta; a means to an end. Able to note down the omega’s vitals. The omega dispersed a sour scent, distressed in the cramped cubicle. Their precious alpha in another cramped cubicle, across from them.

Asleep, said alpha’s nose wrinkled at the scent. Even in their unconscious state, they wanted to soothe the omega. A sheet of transparent plexiglass separated the cubicles from the oblong hallway, discreet cameras in the corner. Whumper, finished jotting down the information on their clipboard, left the room. ‘Don’t fret. They’re still alive, just temporarily stuck in dreamland.’

Whumper keeps them in those cubicles for years. Waiting and watching from their alcove above as the bond slowly fades. The duo stuck on their side of the plexiglass, witnessing their other half go through the agony of heat or rut. Unable to find the blessed comfort they usually find in having the other nearby. But that’s only the first stage of the process. The beta needed a fresh slate. The pain of this process would be more than enough as payback for the prior cheating. Having observed and tracked their cycles, Whumper is now ecstatic for the next phase. 

Where they would inevitably re-establish the bond. A vial of the omega’s heat pheromones would be pumped into the alpha’s cubicle. And the plexiglass would be removed while the two were asleep. Rendered touch starved by the prior phase, the alpha would have no choice but to bend to their instincts. Their teeth would clamp down on the omega’s gland, sweetened by a knot. Temporary bliss.

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for December 2023! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month and arranged by writer due to the number of fics this month as there were too many tags for tumblr. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Heart Beat by @allwaswell16 [E, 33k, Louis/Harry]

Hideaway Haven is the place that Louis has always called home. It's also the place that Harry had tried to leave behind him. When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

A 2023 Advent Fic

＊ Daydream [T, 2k, Zayn/Louis]

Every Thursday, Louis nods hello to her fellow regulars at Horan’s Cafe, one of whom is the woman of her dreams.

＊ One [E, 4k, Louis/Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)]

When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.

＊ to wake up by your side is all I wanna do by @beardyboyzx [G, 1k, Zayn/Niall]

Sometimes, Niall still thinks about the way Zayn’s laugh sounds when they watch TV and Niall makes up fake answers for whatever quiz show they’re watching.

＊ it's a holidate by @disgruntledkittenface [M, 4k, Harry/Nick Grimshaw]

“So you know me well enough to come in my mouth–”

Nick’s head, along with Fiona’s next to him and those of practically every other attendee of the company holiday party, swivels in the direction of the girl in the red dress whose voice has risen enough to be heard over the music being piped across the 17th floor.

“–but not well enough to get me a Christmas present?”

Most of the crowd politely looks away at this point. Nick bursts out laughing.

When Nick meets Harry at his company holiday party, he never would have predicted that he’d met his match. Luckily, he’s been known to be wrong on occasion.

＊ Red [E, 4k, Harry/Louis]

Louis is wallowing after the breakup. He's never felt this kind of heartbreak before. All he wants to do is lie on his couch and listen to Taylor Swift alone. But when the pain is too much to handle on his own, he calls the one person who understands how this feels.

＊ You Don’t Have to Be Lonely Tonight by @neondiamond [G, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Louis is stuck working the Christmas day shift at the coffee shop. Harry is the sad stranger who comes in to spend the day there.

＊ An Annual Affair [G, 1k, Harry/Louis]

One Direction’s annual Christmas dinner, featuring pregnant Harry and his overprotective Alpha Louis, nervous Liam and his calm and collected mate Zayn, and clueless Niall who may or may not have a death wish.

＊ Not Quite Structurally Sound [G, 1k, Zayn/Liam]

Zayn and Liam help their two kids build a gingerbread house.

＊ You’re Family [G, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Louis is a little nervous about meeting Harry’s family for the first time for Christmas. Harry’s Mum shows him he has nothing to worry about. Part 3 of Inner Crisis universe

＊ A Special Bond [G, 1k, Niall & Harry]

Baby Lilah goes to see the Christmas lights with her Daddy Harry and her uncle Niall.

＊ Mistletoe Kiss [G, 1k, Louis/Harry]

A little bit of mistletoe is just the thing Louis needed to let his roommate Harry know he’s got quite the crush on him.

＊ Cookies and Christmas Cheer [G, 1k, Niall & Zayn]

When Niall is feeling a little sad at having to work over the holidays, his fellow nurse Zayn shows him a little Christmas spirit is still possible.

＊ All That Counts [G, 1k, Louis/Harry]

A soft Christmas morning in the Tomlinson-Styles household.

＊ Lonely Cards Club by @hellolovers13 [T, k, Harry/Louis]

Harry's life in Cardiff is rather uneventful. Until he receives a strange Christmas postcard.

It gets even stranger when he finds another one the next day.

An Advent story about missed opportunities and second chances.

＊ It's okay, 'cause you're not alone [T, 896 words, Niall/Zayn]

Niall focussed on Zayn’s steady heartbeat, tried to use it to ground himself.

thump, thump, thump

One, two, three.

He was safe.

Always safe in Zayn’s arms.

＊ tell me that your sweet love hasn't died by punk_pillow_princess / @punkpillowprincess [M, 27k, Louis/Harry]

“Remember when I said that I came out to my parents last summer, and told them we were together, and they took it really well?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate.”

Louis tries to settle better in the seat to see Harry. “They didn’t take it well?”

“No...I didn’t tell them.”

OR Louis and Harry have been in a relationship for a year. While on their way to Harry's parents' house and his family's legendary annual Christmas party, Louis discovers that Harry has not yet come out of the closet to his family, who are also full of secrets, fears and afraid of a bad reputation in town.

A Happiest Season AU

＊ Chaos by @haztobegood [M, 100 words, Louis/OMC]

Against the barricade, it’s complete chaos.

＊ Baking Memories [T, 2k, Louis/Jack Cochrane]

After a long day of songwriting, Jack convinces Louis to bake mince pies together.

＊ Jump! by @reminiscingintherain [M, 15k, Louis/Tommy Longhurst]

He let out a noise of surprise as his arms were suddenly full of a sweaty body, as Tommy threw himself at Louis and held on tightly. “Thank you so fucking much,” he muttered against Louis’ shoulder, squeezing a little. “You have no idea how much this means to us.” Louis softened a little, gently tapping Tommy’s back. “I absolutely know what this means, lad,” he replied, his voice gentle and supportive. “The way you’re reacting to being out there? That’s exactly why I chose you for the support slot.” He gave a reassuring squeeze. “You deserve this, okay?” He pulled back a little, gripping the back of Tommy’s neck and looking him in the eyes. “You deserve this.”

＊ don’t let the fire die by @nouies [E, 8k, Harry/Louis]

Harry makes a long trip to take back what is his. Part 2 of burning bright

＊ Ride My Sleigh Tonight by @kingsofeverything [E, 9k, Louis/Harry]

In exchange for free food and drinks at Liam’s office holiday party, Harry pretends to be his boyfriend.

But this is not that story.

＊ “Are there any gays in here?” by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa [E, 7k, Harry/Louis]

“Maybe you just need a different approach,” Niall suggested, as Louis stopped by to pick up Clifford and was whining about not having met anyone in ages.

“Yeah, cheers. Very helpful,” he replied sarcastically. But as he took Cliff for his evening walk Niall’s words stuck with him.

OR Louis is fed up with meaningless hook-ups, Harry happened to visit Starbucks on a Wednesday, and Clifford is the best

＊ Stuck in Midnight Traffic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [M, 2k, Louis/Harry]

The curly haired man sniffles again, but the tears seemed to have stopped for now at least. “I was supposed to spend Christmas Eve with my boyfriend, that is until we got into a horrible fight.” He seems to wince at his own words. “I guess I should start getting used to calling him my ex-boyfriend. But anyways, we just couldn’t stay there any longer. Kevin and I had to get out.”

Louis blinks before looking around the empty tube car confusedly. “Kevin?”

The man nods and then squeezes a little tighter to the little potted plant clutched in his arms. “Kevin is a Christmas Cactus, but he doesn’t bloom.” He quickly adds. “Which is completely fine, because I love him just as he is.”

Louis’ not sure what most of that means. All he does know is that he needs to make sure this strange, beautiful creature is never sad again.

(Or the one where two broken people meet in an empty tube car on Christmas Eve. Can they find a way to heal each other?)

＊ Let Me Inside by @enchantedlandcoffee [E, 286 words, Louis/Harry]

Louis gets a surprise visit from his alpha in the shower.

＊ Feel My Traces [M, 2k, Harry/Louis]

“Oh. You actually have a tattoo gun?" "Yes, Harold, I actually have a tattoo gun. What did you think I was gonna tattoo you with? A cucumber? You do talk some shit sometimes," Louis teased, walking up to Harry with the tattoo gun in his hand. "Right, what do you want?" Harry looked at the device and paled. "Um…" "Not backing out on me now, are you Styles?" Louis teased, a gentle smile forming on his face. "You see, the thing is, I didn't actually think you had a tattoo gun,” Harry chuckled nervously, eyes still fixated on the device.

Or, temporary tattoos, a misunderstanding and a passionate moment.

＊ Do you really want to be all alone? [G, 601 words, Louis/Harry]

Harry, Louis and the kids wake up on Christmas Morning. Part One of Three, Part 6 of The Coach Tommo Universe 

＊ hope we grow old but we never grow up [G, 5k, Niall/Harry]

But Niall was convinced that Harry couldn't like him back, that just wouldn't make sense. Both of them couldn't be that oblivious to how the other one felt. …Right? So he did the only logical thing his 17 year old self could think of. He flirted back.

OR Three key moments in Niall and Harry's relationship.

＊ I'm Missing Half Of Me... [T, 233 words, Louis/Harry]

Louis calls Harry after he's shaved his head.

＊ Always You [G, 922 words, Harry/Louis]

“You heading home, mate?” Liam asked as the movie ended. softly nudging Zayn to wake him up. “Is it alright if I just kip here, Payno?” Louis answered, taking a sip of his beer as he stretched his legs out, having been sitting on them for the majority of the movie. “You sure, Lou? You’re only down the hall and I’m sure Harry’d be worried if you didn’t come home?” “Nah, I'm sure he'll be just fine by himself for one night. Besides, I’m pretty sure Nick’s over there.” Louis drawled, finishing off his beer as he searched his pockets for his phone. Liam winced at the bitter tone in his friend’s voice.

Or, Louis calls his ex on Valentine's Day.

＊ Have yourself a larry little christmas [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

The two of them had planned to exchange presents for Christmas and Louis’ birthday before they separated until New Years and Harry thought it'd be a perfect time to introduce Louis to his cat. However, they’d run into a small obstacle shortly after they'd arrived. That obstacle being British weather. An alert from their weather apps had popped up on their phones, signalling to them the start of a freak snowstorm and advising everyone to stay indoors.

OR A plan to exchange presents lead to more than both Harry and Louis bargained for.

＊ All The Way Home I'll Be Warm by @justanothershadeofblue [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Harry & Louis jokingly send out holiday cards together as friends, and now everyone is congratulating them for finally getting together. A 5+1 fic, for Christmas.

＊ Be Merry All [M, 30k, Harry/Louis]

there is a specific sort of oppression that comes with a miserable so-cal christmas, when it’s dark and dirty and rainy or else it's too hot and too bright and everyone’s hustling, and your family is all far away and the laundry machines in your building are broken and you’ve eaten too much take-out and all you want is two seconds of quiet and maybe a morsel of holiday joy.

an advent fic, posting daily (in theory).

＊ Santa Baby (one little thing I really need) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 3k, Louis/Harry]

When Louis himself had first heard those words - all the nurses at the A&E have a secret line to Santa’s sleigh on Christmas Eve-, not nearly long enough ago to be considered a child himself, but long enough that he hadn't really felt like an adult all the time, he’d laughed them off. Thought they were sweet, of course, but just a line, something said to appease the kids who ended up having to stay overnight. Something to explain the presents that parents brought to the hospital on Christmas morning, or that were waiting for them at home, if they were lucky not to have to stay any longer.

Something that would allow a little bit of Christmas spirit in the sometimes sterile rooms of the hospital.

But that was before he’d met him.

＊ Snow In Love by @lululawrence [NR, 33k, Harry/Louis]

Harry and Louis are best friends and have been for basically as long as they can remember. For the first time since middle school, they are both single for the holidays leaving them with the brilliant idea to take each other as their dates to work events. To make things easier they will pretend like they’re dating. But then they learn something funny.

People thought they were already dating. Weird.

An advent fic featuring childhood friends, fake dating turned actual dating, really horrible secret keeping, and a winter weather surprise.

＊ Damsel in Christmas Distress [NR, 5k, Louis/Harry/NIck Grimshaw]

Nick's door was open. He didn't leave it that way. Maybe his gorgeous neighbor will help protect him from any possible murderers who have made their way into his flat while he was gone.

Merry Louis' birthday, Happy Stylinshaw.

＊ Step Into Christmas by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt [G, 4k, Harry/Louis]

Louis just wants to celebrate his birthday in peace, without all the Christmas antics.

Instead he wakes up in a strange bed, a confused stranger next to him and a self proclaimed elf calling him Santa. Part 1 of Holidays Are Coming

＊ 'tis the damn season by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf [E, 17k, Louis/Harry]

Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.

＊ A Christmas at Home by @parmahamlarrie [T, 3k, Harry/Louis]

After meeting his boyfriend in the emergency room, not having Louis home for Christmas Eve (and his birthday) was not a big surprise to Harry. What he didn't expect was just how hard that would be on his six year old son, Arlo.

Or, the one where Arlo wants nothing more than to celebrate Louis' birthday with him, and Harry hates having to be the parent who says no. Part 2 of Arlo's Christmases

＊ Get Out Of My Head (and I'll get out of yours) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter [E, 29k, Louis/Harry]

“You really that desperate, are you?” Despite it being a shitty thing to say, Harry didn’t mind too much, as the bitterness in Louis’ tone sounded like music to Harry’s ears. Harry was winning tonight. “Can’t find anyone new to be interested in you, so you try to hit on Zayn.”

“I can’t find someone interested in me?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re having a laugh, mate.”

“Yeah, well, where are they, then? Because from what I’ve heard, you’re here alone.”

“As if I’d bring anyone to somewhere I knew you’d be. I wouldn’t wish your presence on my worst enemy.”

“Aw,” Louis cooed in a way that made Harry want to slap him. “You’re saying I’m not your worst enemy?”

“For someone to be an enemy, you have to give a shit about them. So, no. You’re not even on the list.”

“Oh–kay. Well, it’s been lovely as always, gents,” Zayn said before knocking back the rest of his drink.

Or the one for the Bottom Harry Fic Fest where Harry bottoming is more of a side plot, because angst got in the way--but it doesn't really matter because the fest stopped existing when I was halfthrough.

＊ Oh Christmas Three by @tommokat [M, 1k, Harry/Louis]

A birthday surprise goes awry. Louis doesn’t understand. Harry blames the oven.

— Fic Fests —

＊ Louis Rare Pair Fest / @louisrarepairfest [AO3, masterpost]

A rare pair fest for all Louis rare pairs

＊ The Show Fic Fest / @theshowficfest [AO3, masterpost]

Fics written for and inspired by songs from Niall Horan's third album The Show

— Podfics —

＊ [podfic] Season 2, Episode 13: Oh Little Town of BATHlehem [a fic by ladylondonderry] by podfic_pals / @podfic-pals [G, Louis/Harry]

Louis Tomlinson needs a small pink bathtub.

He needs it.

His fucking family had forgotten to include him in the email chain for Doris for Christmas, with her very carefully thought out Christmas list, until every easy item was gone. Only when he asked Lottie if anyone else had heard from Doris yet, only then did they realise their mistake and forward the email chain to him.

So, it’s either a small pink bathtub or an entire bouncy castle. And if he had the money for a bouncy castle that would be fine, but that fucker costs more than his monthly rent and he simply does not make that much working as an optometrist assistant.

＊ [podfic] Season 2, Episode 14: I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm [a fic by haloeverlasting] by podfic_pals / @podfic-pals [NR, Harry/Louis]

Louis takes a deep breath, and replies very quickly to get it over with, “Well, see, I don’t have any heat in my flat right now and it’s hard enough to go to sleep when I’m bloody freezing—”

“Oh god. And my music’s gone and made it even worse,” Harry cuts in.

“Well, it only went out today,” Louis explains, “So it wasn’t that bad before, erm. Now.”

“Before?” Harry asks, horrified. “How long has this been?”

“Oh, erm,” Louis folds his hands where they hang in front of him and admits, “All week.”

Harry visibly wilts. He looks so sad, it makes Louis feel awful. He’s gone and crushed someone’s Christmas spirit. Some beautiful boy who looks like Danny Zuko is sad now and it’s Louis’ fault, which means he doesn’t stand a chance at being the cute neighbor from the floor below. And now he’s going to have to sleep in his freezing cold flat knowing he may as well have ruined Christmas.

Or, Louis' heat is out, Harry's a terrible upstairs neighbor, and an empty Christmas tree is the perfect excuse to fall in love.

＊ [Podfic] All I Do the Whole Day Through by Panda_Podfics / @pandapodfics [NR, Louis/Harry]

Louis reached up and grabbed the ridiculously thick jumper that had the planets all over it and slammed the wardrobe doors shut. It was only as he turned around that he realized why Harry’s bedroom door had been shut.

There was a nest on Harry’s bed.

But why was Harry using Louis’ clothes and items that probably smelled like him in his nest?

＊ [podfic] Season 2, Episode 15: room for your love underneath this tree [a fic by we_are_the_same] by podfic_pals / @podfic-pals [T, Harry/Louis]

“IwannameetHarryStyles,” Daisy mumbles, and Louis blinks.

“What?”

“She says she wants to meet Harry Styles.” Phoebe pipes up, and Louis blinks again, absently switches the camera to himself because he knows that his followers will want to catch his baffled expression.

“You-” he starts, and then stops himself, because he did tell her she could ask for anything she wanted, and how can he go back on his word and tell her that he doesn’t actually have the power to make that happen?

Because Harry Styles is -- he’s next level kind of famous. Louis has two million subscribers on his YouTube, but Harry has eighteen times as many followers on his Twitter alone. He’s had three number one hits in the last year, and his last album had charted at the top spot for a record breaking 27 weeks. He’s a singer, actor and philanthropist, and there is no way in hell that Louis can get him to come meet Daisy for Christmas.

So of course he laughs, even if it’s a little bit breathless, and nods at her. “One Harry Styles for Christmas, coming right up.”

＊ [Podfic] Christmas Special 2023 by Panda_Podfics / @pandapodfics [T, Louis/Harry]

three fics full of Christmas Fluff

All the lights are sparkling for you, it seems written by @thebreadvansstuff

Do you really want to be all alone? written by @enchantedlandcoffee

You Don’t Have to Be Lonely Tonight written by @neondiamond

[roxygenize]

One thing about me is that I love omegaverse and I always will !!!!!!! So anyway here’s some Monster High characters as omegaverse endotypes/secondary genders except it’s everyone I can think of and list while im skipping class

Kieran Valentine:

• Omega for the plot !!!!

• His Little Vampire thrall Powers help him manipulate people into thinking he’s an alpha so he can get away with more + easily attain respect off of his endotype alone

• (stuck in the Old Ways of thinking where Omega’s are inferior 2 Alpha’s n thinks he has 2 be an Alpha 2 get respect)

Spelldon Cauldronello:

• Alpha for the plot and because I feel like it

• Has been an Alpha nearly as long as he’s been alive so he’s seen some things !!!

• Drinks the hell out of respect omega juice because he’s Seen Stuff

• The kinda Alpha where he’s naturally intimidating but in such a way where he doesn’t necessarily have a pack it’s just him </3

• (someone help this guy form a pack he doesn’t know what he’s doing)

Frankie Stein:

• Technically doesn’t have an endotype because they were created in a lab lmao

• Everyone just thinks of them as a beta

• This checks out because she is a natural mediator and prefers peace to any sort of violence

• If they did have an endotype I’d make them one of those gentle Alpha’s that is friends with everyone and holds so much natural charisma they drip in it

Draculaura:

• Omega and u can’t convince me otherwise

• She is one of those omegas that can command a room like no problem… she just needs the confidence!!!!

• A natural leader-pack omega type; super friend oriented and will help out pack Alpha’s with taking care of the pack

• Tends 2 get people 2 easily trust her, hence her type, but she’s just the tiniest bit 2 optimistic about other people and usually needs a pack mate around her for safety reasons

Clawdeen Wolf:

• Alpha. NEXT !!!

• Pack/protection oriented; can’t be away from her pack 2 long without flipping her shit in worry

• Tends 2 be a bit pushy and hounds pack members if she thinks it’ll make them safer

• Deeply caring and loyal, hard 2 find a mate because she’s always thinking about every member of her pack!!

Okay I’ll update this list later I have 2 go back 2 class now </3

[ohanny]

pitbabetober whump edition

day 8

SLEEP DEPRIVATION

ISOLATION CHAMBER

FORCED TO STAY AWAKE

“LEAVE THE LIGHTS ON”

kim / north / sonic. pg. 1463 words.

kim would like to say the residual aches of his battered body are what keep him up every night but really? his sleeplessness has nothing to do with bruised ribs or the head aches from a healing concussion. the real problem is being alone in the dark in a closed room. sure, this one has a door that isn’t locked and comes with a bed that is right under a big window, but kim can't exactly help it.

no matter how exhausted he feels, every time he lays down and closes his eyes, his body tenses up and he starts overthinking everything. suddenly each noise is amplified and sets him on edge. the sheets that were comfortable against his body a minute ago start feeling like a shroud. the ac is either too high or too low and then, inevitably, some part of his body starts twitching restlessly. tonight it’s his left foot tapping against the mattress and he knows he won't be getting any rest.

3 am sees his third trip out of the guest room. he walks to the living room to take a couple of deep breaths in front of the floor to ceiling windows and then wanders into the kitchen to get water. after chugging half of the glass, he presses it against his cheek. even though the swelling on his face has already gone all the way down and the bruising has faded into faint yellows, the coolness still feels amazing.

“hey.”

kim jumps. apparently laying down with his eyes closed sharpens his senses to rival babe’s but standing in a kitchen dulls them down to nothing. he never heard sonic come in but the younger alpha is standing by the kitchen island clad in maroon silk pyjamas. his hair is pulled up into a small ponytail that, while admittedly adorable, reminds kim of the teletubbies.

“are you okay?” sonic asks hesitantly. “i don’t mean to pry but i hear you moving around the house every night.”

“i’m just having some trouble sleeping. nothing to worry about.”

sonic makes a face which… okay, fair. if their roles were reversed, kim wouldn’t let it slide either. a person he saw as a friend going through a traumatic, violent experience followed by persistent insomnia and avoidance? he’d be on their ass 24/7. it’s actually a miracle the x-hunter team has given him as much space as they have, considering their odd propensity for acting like a bunch of mother hens. sometimes kim forgets he's living with young men – most of them alphas and professional, competitive drivers – and not clones of his halmeoni. speaking of which…

“do you want to come upstairs with me? maybe what you need is a little sleepover.”

that is exactly what you'd tell to a little boy scared of bad dreams. except kim isn’t little and there's nothing grandmotherly in an alpha inviting another alpha to share a bed with his omega. not that sonic means it like that. probably. again, this pack is strange and while kim wouldn’t mind, he also doesn’t want to risk his precarious position in it by acting out of line.

“i don’t want to disturb you,” he says carefully.

“you couldn’t if you tried,” sonic huffs, “because trust me, it would be the other way around. north is like an octopus and i tend to move around a lot.”

“i don’t like the dark.”

it slips out before kim can really think about it and he freezes, mortified. but it kind of is the root of his problems, if he really thinks about it. the room he was kept in in tony’s house was pitch black, day and night. it was a windowless square without as much as a strip of light coming through from under the door and being stuck in the darkness had unexpectedly been way worse than the beatings. it was like being trapped in a limbo and drove him damn near insane.

“well, i like to sleep with one of those galaxy lamps on,” sonic shrugs, his voice deliberately neutral. “the light is mostly blues and purples, though. is that okay? because if not there's also a desk lamp and if we point it towards the wall it should -”

“blues and purples are fine,” kim cuts him off, feeling oddly flustered.

he doesn’t like it, being the one on the back foot. there’s nothing physically threatening about the younger alpha but he has an uncanny ability to sneak under your defenses to deliver the kind of an emotional gut punch that leaves you reeling.

“come on,” he says with a gentle smile, offering his hand. “let’s go get some rest.”

kim follows him in a near daze but tenses up once they make it upstairs and cross the hall to another guest room that has turned into the semi-permanent residence of the chaotic duo. he pauses at the door, mouth opening to politely inform he has changed his mind, but sonic grabs his wrist and pulls him inside. the younger alpha’s grip is surprisingly strong. kim has the fleeting thought of dragging him onto a mat to see what he's capable of.

and then he's bathed in colors. they're brighter than he imagined, dancing over the walls like the northern lights. beautiful, he thinks, eyes flickering to sonic and then to north. the omega is spread across the bed like a starfish, taking up all the space.

“ugh, he's ridiculous,” sonic groans but sounds disgustingly fond.

he starts pushing and prodding, corralling the omega towards the wall like he's done it a thousand times before. he probably has. kim vaguely remembers alan mentioning the two have known each other since freshman year of high school and been inseparable ever since. there's a spike of envy in his chest, a secret yearning to experience the same – to find a person willing to stick around and tolerate all his neuroses and busy schedule. his entire life might revolve around racing but it's not something you can take to bed and hold at night.

“you wanna be in the middle or take the edge?”

kim blinks a couple of times to clear his thoughts. there is clearly only one proper answer to that question, but he hasn’t been feeling very proper lately, and figures if he's going to try this, he might as well go all in. he climbs into bed, pointedly shuffling until he's dead center. sonic looks way too satisfied about his decision and happily shuffles to the side, offering kim his share of a blanket and one of the many pillows strewn around the bed.

he has barely gotten comfortable – on his side, keeping north and the wall at his back – when something swats his temple. there’s a near incomprehensible apology and then a pointed sniff.

“you're not sonic,” north mumbles.

“it’s just kim. we’re having a sleepover to keep the bad dreams away,” sonic explains softly.

“mm’okay.”

and with that north presses his face between kim’s shoulder blades, throwing an arm and a leg over his body. when their eyes meet, sonic smiles at him, silently mouthing “see? an octopus.” kim doesn’t understand how, with everything that’s going on, the two of them can still be this trusting, and it both tightens and rattles something loose in his chest. he already told the pack he'd help them take down tony but now, sandwiched between north and sonic, he promises to himself to do it while keeping these two out of harm’s way.

“good night, kim,” sonic whispers and grabs kim’s hand to hug it against his chest. “wake us up if you need anything.”

“okay,” kim agrees even though he can't imagine needing anything other than this. “good night.”

he stares at the swirling lightshow on the walls and listens to sonic’s breathing slow and even out. he waits until he's sure both of them are asleep before closing his own eyes, afraid of what might come. he expects the creeping sense of dread, the involuntary tensing of his muscles as hypervigilance spins his senses into an overdrive.

but nothing happens.

it’s still dark, but this darkness keeps shifting to the patterns of the lamp. sonic’s heartbeat is strong under his palm and north’s limbs anchor him down, each of the omega’s breaths stirring the hairs on the back of his neck. being so caged in should be making him claustrophobic but instead he just feels safe, like no one can get to him as long as he stays right here, and once his brain accepts this, the true scale of his exhaustion hits him like a truck.

he sinks into the mattress and his last coherent thought is a simple 'maybe this is what i've been looking for all along.'