#My eldest pup is not doing so hot

[shadow-turtle-234]

Why is losing a pet so hard?

[animeomegas]

I live for you and your writings <3

Anyway, I do have a request if you would like to fill it!! - how would the naruto boys (itachi, neji, sasuke, naruto) react to a stranger telling their pup off or/ scolding them for a small little mishap that happened while their back was turn? And they only realize it after a good few minutes of their pup being shouted at?

Hehe ty for all your hard work

Thank you so much!! You're so sweet <3 I really, really loved this prompt; it has taken me so long to finish, but I wanted to to it justice! I've just done Naruto and Itachi and Sasuke. But I really hope people enjoy this one!

WHEN A STRANGER SCOLDS THEIR PUP (Omega! Itachi + Naruto + Sasuke)

ITACHI

Itachi's eldest and only son, Yasu, was a very independent and responsible little boy, even though he was only 7.

So it came as no surprise when Yasu asked if he could wait outside the nesting shop instead of coming in with Itachi, because it was a beautiful day and he wanted to stand in the sun.

Itachi was originally hesitant, but with his newborn strapped to his chest, he begrudgingly agreed, knowing that it would be unfair for him to expect Yasu to be mature when it came to his baby sister, without giving him any of the benefits of that maturity.

"You must stay touching this wall at all times," Itachi said seriously, taking his little pup's hand and pressing it against the front wall of the nesting shop. "No leaving this wall unless you're coming inside the shop to find me, promise?"

"I promise," Yasu said, a serious smile on his little round face. "You can trust me, oma."

"I know, my love," Itachi whispered. He pressed a kiss to Yasu's forehead. "I won't take long."

"Okay, don't worry, oma, I'm a big brother now!"

Itachi laughed gently, standing and patting his son on the head as he did. His son was so much like him, and yet nothing like him at all.

But things only stayed sweet for about ten minutes.

Because as Itachi was wandering around looking for a new blanket for Yasu (a strategy other parents had recommend so that he didn't resent his new sister for taking up so much of Itachi's time), he heard crying.

He heard Yasu crying.

He dropped the basket to the ground with a clatter and ran out of the shop as quickly as he could, cradling his newborn safely to his chest.

What he saw caused a flash of anger so hot, he wasn't surprised when his sharigan activated on instinct.

There was a man, towering over his son, shouting and spitting at him, a large finger pointing accusatorily at Yasu's face.

Yasu's face was red as he choked on his tears. His little hand was still pressed up against the wall, but it now shook in time with his sobs.

Itachi's fingers latched onto the man's wrist with an iron grip, twisting the arm with the precision of a shinobi, just enough to hurt, but not quite enough to break. All at once, those shinobi instincts came flooding back even after all these years. He wanted to hurt this man for making his son cry, and he knew full well that he could do it.

"What do you think you are doing shouting at my son?" he said coldly, instead of breaking the man's spine like he desired.

The man's face went pale immediately. Itachi squeezed his wrist harder when the man didn't immediately reply.

"I- I-" the man stuttered, losing even more colour from his face. "I was just..."

"Not good enough," Itachi said coldly, sharigan spinning. The man whimpered pathetically. Itachi had no patience for bullies, especially those targeting his family.

Itachi held eye contact with the man for a few moments longer before he suddenly released the grip he had on the man's wrist and deactivated his sharigan. The man stumbled backwards and just barely avoided falling to the floor.

"Leave," he said coldly. The man wasted no time in doing as he was told and Itachi, despite having been the one to tell him to go, had to supress the urge to follow and eliminate the threat to his pup.

"O-Om-oma- oma," Yasu choked, tears and snot streaming down his face. He held one arm up in the universal request to be picked up, but he seemed too scared to stop touching the wall and approach Itachi himself. "O-Oma, I-I- didn't-"

Itachi suppressed the anger as best as he could and dropped down beside Yasu so that they were eye to eye. Yasu immediately barrelled into his side, still careful to avoid his baby sister.

"I'm so-sorry, oma, I didn't me-mean to! He said- he said- but you said I- I- couldn't move a-a-and-" he wailed, pushing his face into Itachi's collar bones and gripping his clothes tightly.

Itachi shushed him, "It's alright, sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong." He rubbed Yasu's back firmly, anger burning through his veins as he felt his pup's tiny shoulders shake. While Itachi didn't know what had caused the conflict, there was nothing that Yasu could have done to warrant such a disgustingly aggressive reaction.

His newborn, clearly unhappy with being smushed, soon started up her own wailing, until Itachi was crouched outside the nesting shop with two distraught pups.

Itachi could feel himself becoming frazzled as none of his attempts to calm either child worked at all. People were giving him looks, some kind and some less so, and while he had never cared much what random people thought of his parenting, it was a stark reminder that he was far from the safety of home.

"Itachi?"

Itachi actually sighed in relief when he heard you come up beside him. You were planning on meeting him here after he finished shopping, but thankfully, you seemed to be a little early.

Itachi didn't waste any time greeting you, he simply scooped the wailing baby out of the sling on his chest and passed her to you.

"What happened?" you asked, sounding baffled as you accepted the infant and immediately began soothing her. Itachi ignored you and readjusted Yasu so that he could hug him properly. The boy cried heavily into his shoulder, but at least Itachi could fully cocoon him and keep him safe from the outside world now.

It took a few minutes, but with two pairs of hands and the ability to pick Yasu up properly, both the pups started to settle, their wails turning into little sniffles.

Itachi's face must still have promised murder however, because you kept your eyes focused warily on the surroundings and didn't ask for clarification on what had happened again.

"We're going home, darling, I promise we'll be there soon." As far as Itachi was concerned upset pups needed to be at home where it was safe, so he immediately abandoned the idea of finishing his shopping.

You followed his lead and you both made it home in record time, Itachi holding Yasu and you cradling the baby. Neither of you spoke as you walked. There was a mutual understanding that you'd address what happened after you were safe.

By the time you got home, both pups had fallen into an exhausted sleep.

"What happened?" you asked quietly as you gently closed the front door behind you. "Is Yasu alright?"

Itachi took a breath to smother the barely contained burning rage, "Some fully grown adult," he emphasised the word like it was the worst insult possible, "thought it appropriate to shout at Yasu when he was waiting outside the nesting shop."

"For what reason?" you asked, baffled and angry.

"I don't care." Itachi's voice was tinged with a growl and his hands flexed protectively around Yasu. "I believe he was too frightened to get the words out regardless."

You snorted, "Good."

Itachi's smile was tinged with gleeful cruelty, "Indeed."

NARUTO

When people asked him what he disliked most about being Hokage, Naruto would always make a joke about paperwork.

That answer wasn't exactly incorrect, as he did find the paperwork tedious and irritating, but it wasn't actually the part he disliked the most.

The part that he disliked the most was how much the job kept him away from his family.

Especially his three-and-a-half year old son, Riku, who was the most precious person in the world and who was also having a hard time adjusting to Naruto not being at home as much, even though it had been almost a year since he took up the role.

He tried to make as much time as he could for Riku, sending a clone to tuck him in at night, spending his lunch break eating with him (and his mate) in his office, hell, Naruto even had a tiny pair of noise cancelling earmuffs in his desk so that Riku could sit on his lap while Naruto heard mission reports.

It wasn't perfect and it didn't feel like enough, but it was all the Naruto could do at the moment.

And today was one of the days that you and Riku would be joining him for lunch in his office.

Unfortunately, a spontaneous mission debriefing had started before he could slink away for lunch.

And while Naruto knew that it was not this team's fault that their mission had increased in rank and thus required an immediate verbal debrief, (this had happened to Naruto himself more times than he could count), he was finding it hard not to feel frustrated with the group in front of him.

They were keeping him away from his son which was making him antsy.

A glance at the clock confirmed that his family were certainly waiting for him outside by now, and the guilt was difficult to push down.

It was at that moment that the door to his office suddenly creaked open. Naruto's eyes jumped automatically to it as the team leader stopped speaking. Naruto's secretary knew he was in a meeting, so who was at the door?

At a much lower height than expected, the intruder's chubby little cheeks peaked nervously around the door. His tiny hands were held cautiously to his chest while he chewed on his bottom lip, but it was the head of bright blond hair that had Naruto's heart jumping into his throat.

It was Riku.

Naruto was already half way out of his seat when Riku finally saw him. His whole body relaxed and a smile crept onto his face as he toddled into the room. Naruto felt his own exhaustion melt away in response; his son was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

"Oma!" his son cheered. "You're here!"

Naruto laughed, forgetting all about the debrief, as he moved around his desk. "Of course, I'm here, silly. Where's appa? How did you-"

Suddenly, another person entered the room, his face twisted angrily. He grabbed Riku by the wrist, startling him and Naruto in the process.

"What did I say?!" the man, Naruto's secretary, demanded, squeezing Riku's wrist. "I told you to wait quietly, and that you weren't allowed in yet, but you barged your way in when my back was turned! Out! Right now! I'm so sorry, Hokage-sama, I won't let this happen again."

Naruto had heard far worse from far scarier people when he was Riku's age, but Riku wasn't like him. He wasn't capable of the bravado and retaliation that Naruto had used to limp through his childhood, no. Riku was a sensitive child. He needed everyone to like him, to be gentle with him, and Naruto knew that he wouldn't be able to cope with such blatant negative attention.

Naruto watched as his pup's anxiety spiked, and he felt his heart drop in response. Riku's wide eyes bubbled over with heavy tears that covered his little flushed cheeks. His mouth moved like he was trying to speak, but he was simply too frightened to get any words out.

Naruto's secretary was not happy with the lack of movement. "Out, now!"

Riku was frozen, and when the man tugged him, knocking him off balance, all the colour drained from his face and his breathing became harsh and disjointed. To make things worse, his darling pup, who had only been out of nappies for a short few months, lost control of his bladder from fear.

Naruto saw red. A wave of killing intent swept over the room. It was so strong that Naruto was distantly aware that his guard was shifting nervously where they were hidden, and that several members of the debriefing team had fallen to their knees. Naruto only had eyes for one person though.

Naruto's secretary dropped his hold on Riku like he'd been burnt and fell heavily into the door frame, shoulder first. Naruto had fought in a war, but he'd never moved as fast as he did in that moment, as he planted himself between his secretary and his son.

"Get. Out," Naruto ground out, somehow keeping control of his voice. Naruto had never attacked a civilian, and he didn't want to start now, but if this man wasn't out of his sight in the next three seconds, something was going to snap.

Thankfully, the man didn't need to be told twice. With a terrified face and wobbly limbs, he stumbled out of the office with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. Naruto felt no guilt when he heard the man retching on the floor.

Wasting no time, Naruto spun around and grabbed his pup up and into the safety of his embrace. He didn't pay any attention to the dampness, and some of the furious anxiety left him as soon as his instincts registered that his child was safe with him.

Riku was still very stiff, but he did reach out and grab Naruto's collar. His breathing was worryingly sporadic.

Naruto cooed and purred at his pup, rocking him gently from side to side. His rage was still bubbling below the surface, but he kept his outward presentation comforting and gentle.

"Oma's here," he whispered into his pup's hair. "Oma's got you. You're safe, Riku."

Naruto sat back down in his chair and arranged Riku on his lap so that he was cocooned in his Hokage's robes. He then grabbed the earmuffs from his desk and slipped them over his pup's ears to help him calm down.

The team that had been debriefing were still stood awkwardly in front of his desk. They were all back to standing upright, but they seemed unsure of what to do seeing as it was hardly appropriate to continue the debriefing, but they also hadn't been dismissed.

"You guys can go. Just leave the report on my desk."

They all bowed and scurried out of the room.

Naruto ended up sitting there in silence for a few minutes, just processing what had happened while he calmed down his son.

He hated using his power to make others afraid. He loved being a friendly hokage that everyone could trust and look up to. But he had been so angry that he had lost control.

He was still angry, if he was being honest with himself.

And he also felt guilty. Because that small part of him that always questioned whether this job was a selfish desire, was suddenly so much louder.

This wouldn't have happened if he had been at home with his family for lunch like most parents with young children.

He was broken out of his thoughts when you arrived, fresh from your bathroom break, having walked into the aftermath of chaos.

Of course you were there; you always joined them for lunch, it had just escaped Naruto's mind until you were in front of him.

Riku had calmed down a lot, but he was still staring at the wall, holding Naruto as tightly as he could with his little hands.

"What happened?" you asked quietly, coming straight over to him and Riku. You smoothed a hand over Riku's hair and crouched down beside him. He kept one hand on Naruto and latched the other one onto your hand as soon as you were in range.

Naruto just shook his head, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. "Let's just head home. Riku needs a change of clothes and a nice bath with lots of bubbles."

To your credit, you didn't ask why, you simply nodded and allowed Riku to bury himself in your arms while Naruto gathered his things. He wasn't coming back into the office today, and he told you as much.

"Are you sure?" He pretended that your surprise didn't hurt as much as it did.

"Yes," Naruto said shortly. He needed to find a better way to balance his job and his family, because this just wasn't cutting it.

"Okay," you said easily, rocking Riku. "Let's head home then. We can talk there."

SASUKE

Some people called Sasuke an overprotective parent, but Sasuke knew that his parenting style was entirely justified.

If someone was rude to his daughter, they deserved to have their life ruined as far as he as concerned.

If teachers made up lies about her, Sasuke would refuse to listen.

If his daughter was bullied, Sasuke would go and... speak... to the parents of the bully to 'encourage' them to be better parents.

This was an entirely normal response in his opinion. That was his daughter, his child, and while he sometimes struggled to verbalise his love, his daughter would never question his dedication to her.

She was still only seven, and needed his protection.

One day, when he was walking to meet her halfway from school, he noticed that she wasn't alone.

A tall woman, much too old to be a peer from school, was standing close, shoving her finger in his daughters face. His daughter didn't look cowed. She was staring, with her arms crossed, but this didn't stop the woman from her tirade.

She started shouting about how rude his daughter was, and how that was to be expected when her oma was the village pariah.

How dare she?!

He acted without thinking.

The kunai flew from his hand before Sasuke had even registered the movement, piercing the hand of the woman who had been pointing aggressively at his pup's face.

She shrieked as the pain registered and blood began running down her arm. Sasuke watched, stoic faced, as he walked towards them. The only emotions her pain brought to him were positive ones.

His daughter whirled around and he was privileged enough to see her face turn from confused to delighted as she recognised him. She was truly the light of his life.

"Oma!" she cheered, happily. He nodded back, a small smile on his face. He was proud to see that she didn't look scared at all, but that certainly didn't excuse the adult that had been shouting at her.

"Are you crazy?!" the woman hissed, holding her hand to her chest. Her face was twisted with rage and pain instead of fear, which cemented her in Sasuke's mind as an idiot. "They'll take away your shinobi licence for this!"

Another kunai found its place in his hand. These kunai really had a mind of their own today. "Are you threatening me? After you so blatantly attacked my daughter?"

"Attacked?! That rude little-"

The kunai flew from his hand again, this time flying less than an inch from her ear. It shut her up immediately.

"Choose your next words carefully." His daughter came over to his side and hugged him around the hips. He rested a hand affectionately on her head.

"I'll be reporting this to the hokage," she hissed. Sasuke was not scared; the worst thing Naruto would do is give him a disappointed look. His lack of fear must have shown on his face because the lady stormed off, far less injured than Sasuke would have liked.

Sasuke watched her go before he knelt down to his daughter's level and scanned her from head to toe. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She grinned at him and adjusted her school bag on her shoulder. "That asshole couldn't have scared me if she tried."

"Language," Sasuke admonished gently, poking her in the forehead.

"Am I wrong, though?"

Privately, Sasuke agreed. "Let's just head home, your appa should be along any minute."

When you did meet up with them, you had to listen to your daughter singing about how she had the coolest oma in the world.

And when you wholeheartedly agreed, Sasuke could no longer keep the blush off his face.

[azsazz]

What's Mine

Rhysand x Eris x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Hear me out: alphas are super possessive anyway, but imagine high lord/future high lord - way more protective right? Especially in a scenario where there’s other ‘big bad alphas’ around e.g. other high lords at a ball, or at the court of nightmares

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, smut, Rhys using his daemati powers, fireplay maybe.

Word Count: 6,337

Notes: IS ERRHYS MY NEW FAVORITE THING? This is prob the best smut I've written tbh i'm obsessed with these two.

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The ballroom is spinning as you make your way towards the nearest wall. You’re sweating, body hot as you retreat, and it’s not the faewine or the dancing that has you feeling this way, you know it.

You stumble on the sweeping tail of your dress, tugging at the high collar of it as you go because it’s suffocating you and you don’t know why.

People are giving you weird looks.

You slump against the wall, knees locking as you try to stay upright. You don’t know what’s happening, your mind swirling as the intoxicating scents of alphas, betas, and bonded omegas throughout the ballroom  sharpen, and your cunt throbs when you pick up the hint of the Night Court patrons within the mass of fae.

An unbonded omega will always be invited to a High Lord’s ball like this, especially one of Beron Vanserra���s parties, a feeding ground for worthy alphas to lay claim to their submissive species. 

You’d begged Rhysand to come. As another set of eyes, you’d offered to protect the omegas who were being forced into bonds they didn’t want. It was the only reason Rhysand attended these things, though you weren’t entirely sure why the unbonded alpha High Lord of your court never took one of the preening omegas home.

Probably because some of them were spies.

As a beta, you didn’t have to worry about ruts or heats, letting lust and the urge to be bred make your choices for you. You were free to fuck who you pleased and lived how you wanted, the unlucky female of Rhysand’s Inner Circle who never presented as either of the desirable genus’.

So you don’t have an inkling of understanding of what’s going on. Someone would have had to poison your drink if you’re feeling this way, which isn’t entirely off of the table of possibilities. Being a member of Rhysand’s Inner Circle meant that you were an asset to him and a threat to everyone else.

“Shit,” you groan, clenching your legs together. But why would it be a poison that’s making lust burn your senses into a fiery oblivion. Why do you feel the need to follow the strong scents within the room and jump onto the cock of the nearest delicious smelling one?

You’re trying to clear your mind, focus on one thought at a time but it’s draining. It takes more effort that you’d like, you’d always prided yourself for your quick mind and battle solutions. But the only battle happening right now is the war within your body, fighting for something to exude the swelling pressure between your thighs.

You blink harshly, once, twice, as someone approaches. Their height covers the bright faelights that have been stinging your eyes and making your swirling head pound, and their scent nearly brings you to your knees and have you whimpering like a pup.

Eris Vanserra, eldest alpha of his siblings, stands before you, curiosity gleaming in those caramelized eyes of his.

He leans forward, and you feel the sharp tips of his teeth as he drags them over your covered throat. The sound of him lapping up your scent makes the hair at the nape of your neck stand. You hunch lower, sweat beading at your brow as you desperately try to make eye contact with anyone else in the crowded ballroom, but Eris’ shoulders are too wide, blocking your view.

“Ah, little omega,” he drawls, the silken taunt of his voice is a low rumble, all alpha. Your thighs clench together as instinct tries to take over and your heart pounds in your chest. You shouldn’t be this much of a mess beneath his caramel gaze, pupils so wide you can nearly see into the depths of his soul. “You shouldn’t have come here all alone–”

His words catch up to you through the haze of your mind, cutting through the clouds like a lightning strike. Your brows pull tight into a furrow as your hands slap against his chest, trying to shove him off to take a gasp of air. The room is much too hot and your dress sticks to your skin in the most uncomfortable way.

“I’m not! I’m just a beta,” you plead to the lordling. He’s all but touching you right now, caging you in with his hands pressed firmly to the wall on either side of your head. Eris falters for a moment, but then his eyes narrow and he’s scenting your neck again to be sure. 

You’re overwhelmed by his proximity and the palms you’ve laid flat against his chest curl into fists, his finely pressed emerald shirt crumpling in your fingers as the heady scent of firewood and bourbon rushes your senses. It takes all of your self control not to pull his body into yours, not to let the cocky alpha heir slide his knee up against your dress-covered cunt so you can grind down on him like your body wants. Your arms shake with the effort to keep him at bay, both his and your own self control quickly dwindling. No. You need to find Rhys or Azriel or Cassian, someone from your own court who will know how to help you because this…this is not how betas are supposed to act.

“Don’t lie to me,” Eris hisses, pulling away slightly, just enough for you to catch the swirling black mass of darkness forming over his back. Your shoulders relax slightly, but Eris doesn’t take notice, too enthralled by the scent of your hormones spilling off of your body. “I know you want my knot, little omega, that you need it like the bitch in heat you are…”

Rhysand’s hand clamps down on the Autumn heir’s shoulder, sharp talons of onyx piercing the expensive shirt. The sharp twinge of blood has you drooling. If only it were up a few more inches, right on his throat and made by your teeth. The High Lord of darkness all but roars at the rivaling alpha. “Don’t fucking touch her.”

Eris doesn’t like being told what to do. He is an immovable force as Rhys squeezes with warning, pristine, red blood staining the dark fabric. Eris snarls and shoves off Rhys’ grip, lips curled in disgust from the way the Night Court swill has mottled his fine silks.

“I’ll touch whomever I please,” Eris spits, turning that heated gaze on you once more. His eyes are lit with not only the throes of lust, but anger as well. “Especially an unbound omega who wants my knot.”

Rhys falters at the lordling's words, smoldering violet gaze flicking to your pleading one. You see his lips part in response and the moment he catches a whiff of your new scent, pupils tightening to pins before blowing wide with darkness, shadows crawling up his skin.

“She’s mine,” Rhysand growls so low it makes the floor beneath you rumble. The sensation crawls up your legs and straight to your cunt. You clench your thighs together and keen softly, unable to control yourself.

You even almost bare your neck to him.

“She’s not,” Eris answers, flicking a dismissive hand in Rhys’ direction, attention fully on you.

“She will be,” Rhys fights, sidling up to your side. His arm brushes yours and you almost crumple in your spot, body screaming in response to the two hot-headed, unbonded alphas fighting to be the one to see you through your heat.

Eris seems more than pleased to taunt your High Lord. “And what if I were to claim her right now?” he drawls, stroking a flaming finger down your neck. You have to bite back the whimper threatening to slip from your mouth at his delicate touch. Damn your omega senses right now, you can’t be trusted with yourself because of how badly you need his knot. “I could just lean over and mark her right here…”

“Then I’ll kill you and fill this fucking court with so much darkness that you suffocate,” Rhys snarls, his tone predatory. It makes the alpha caging you in go stiff, muscles rippling in response to the threat. Let him go, and I will get you out of here, Rhys tacks on, slipping easily through your weakened mental shields.

I can’t, you cry in response. Your knuckles are white with the effort you’re using to hold onto Eris. If you let go, surely your knees will give out and you like the way that his body is up against yours, how his threatening words make your skin dance with pleasure. He’s protecting you.

You chance a peek up at the towering alpha and it's the biggest mistake you can make right now. His amber eyes are bright with fire, the ring around his pupil gleaming hot white. It makes you shrink lower in response, your body submitting to the male before you. Eris grins sharply.

“Are you threatening the future High Lord of Autumn?” he taunts. He doesn’t move, doesn’t even flick a glance to the brewing King of Night at your side. It infuriates Rhysand even more.

“No,” Rhysand responds easily, his fingers twitching to unwind yours from Eris’ shirt to take into his own. He wants you clinging to him like that, and by the Mother will he do absolutely anything necessary to take you home. “I’m threatening the fucking prick who’s trying to take what’s mine.”

Rhysand hadn’t ever told you, but you’d always caught his eye, since Cassian had introduced you to him centuries ago. But as a High Lord and an alpha, he hadn’t ever made a move, needing to find an omega to bear an heir. Old rules created before his own time. But now that you’re clearly an omega, and one in desperate need of an alpha's knot…the beast raging inside of him is moments from breaking free and claiming you for his own.

He will spill Eris’ blood in your honor. To prove to you that he is a male worthy of your time, deserving of the spot to knot you and see you through your first heat.

“And what does the little omega want?” Eris asks, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. Rhysand watches with dark eyes. You’re sure that you look a mess right now, damp with sweat, your legs shaking as they try to keep you on your feet. Your fists are still twisted in Eris’ shirt and you can’t seem to force yourself to let go. All you want to do is lie down and take his knot, let him fill you up and breed you until there’s a whole pack of firelings running around these halls.

But Rhys’ arm brushes against yours, his scent drifting your direction. It makes your eyes roll back into your head, the crisp scent of night and fresh cedar sharpening your senses. You want him too, want him wrapped around your body like the tattoos twisting up his arms, want to carry his darklings and see how he frets.

They are not safe thoughts but your body demands it of you. You hadn’t known that being an omega was so difficult, that you’d go into heat and would want all of the things you didn’t ever think you’d have some day.

You need to get out of here.

Eris tips your chin up and you don’t know when you’d buried your nose deep into the crook of his neck. The glistening skin of his throat shines and you know you’ve been licking over his scent glands but you’re too far gone to be embarrassed.

Through the haze, you make eye contact with Rhys, nervous that he’ll be furious with you for how you’re acting. His face is set in stone but you can read the rage in his eyes all too well, having seen it many times before. It isn’t directed at you. All he wants to do is rip the alpha away from you and take you home, back to the Night Court where the cool air will sate your senses and his cock will ease your pain.

“Both,” you gasp, choking on it as the thought floods your mind. “I want you both.”

“Fuck, darling,” Rhys curses. His hand finds your back, knuckles stroking down your spine in a motion you want to keep moving further south. “We can’t. We don’t have clearance to stay in Autumn longer than the night.”

You whimper loudly and their hands tighten on you, Eris’ falling from the wall to your hips to pull you closer. You nuzzle into him, the warmth delicious as the fabrics between the both of you brush the sensitive skin of your body as you writhe. His scent reminds you of cozy autumn nights spent before the fire with ciders in your hands and spices wafting through the air. He smells like comfort and protection.

“Take me back, then,” you pant, rutting against the autumnal heir as he slides a thigh between the slit of your dress to relieve some of the pain. You groan at the feeling. The friction is good but not nearly enough. Your hand finally melts away from Eris’ chest only to tug Rhysand closer behind you. The sharpness of night and forest reminds you of home. “Need you both.”

Caramel meets violet in a thunderstorm of anger, splintering apart when your panting turns uneven. You’re going to pass out if they can’t calm you down, and people are starting to whisper and stare at the sight of you pressed flush between both High Lords, making both of the alphas hackles rise.

“Like hell I’m letting her go,” Eris snarls, fingers brushing across your tight nipples as he slides them down your body. He wants to settle them on your hips but Rhysand is already there, trying to tug your hips to meet his straining cock in his trousers.

Eris bypasses Rhys’ grip on you in favor of slipping it between his leg and your sex, brushing against your clothed clit. He loves the way that your nails claw in response, nearly shredding the rest of his shirt, and he wants you to leave burning red marks across the planes of his pale back, wants to revel in the needy omega from Night.

He smirks at Rhysand as your head falls backwards onto his shoulder.

“Then give us permission to stay,” Rhys says darkly, hands sliding down your sides in wanton. His breath puffs against the sensitive skin of your neck and he takes the moment for a teasing lick that you want to turn into more, a claim on you, teeth deep in your flesh and drawing blood until you’re his, and then you want Eris to do so on the other side until you’re theirs and no one else can tell you any different.

The Autumn Court male would rather burn, but the tears in your eyes has him cussing and agreeing, “Fuck. Fine. You can stay until her heat is over. No longer.”

Rhysand’s eyes blaze at the terms, how the copper haired alpha hadn’t mentioned anything about you returning with him. His jaw clenches so hard you think you hear his teeth crack. “Agreed.”

The Night Court High Lord grunts as the pact is made, a deep purple burn branding his skin with an autumn rope of vine like cattle. Eris shudders with you in his hold as whispers of menacing nightmares slither across his skin like ice, wrapping around his wrist like a vice, locking the agreement into place.

As soon as the deal settles in his bones Eris winnows you away. Rhys growls in warning, his fingers are barely brushing against the Autumn Court heir at all, but the copper haired alpha smirks, not at all minding if Rhys gets lost along the way. 

Asshole.

Dickhead.

Rhys tenses as the room whispers into view, prepared for any trap the eldest Vanserra may have taken you to. He knows it’s no longer the Woodland House, the massive estate built for Beron in the clearing of orange and crimson leaved trees. This place…is quaint, warm sunset filtering through the soft curtained windows. It smells like fresh cotton but he can scent the underlying staleness in the air. 

Eris has never brought anyone here.

His gaze follows Rhysand like one of his shadowhounds, his grip on you tight like a vice. This is his home, and he will not be made to feel vulnerable nor ashamed of it when he’s the one who’s allowed the Night Court miscreant to stay.

“This is Briarhome,” he murmurs softly, the only reprieve he’s going to give the other alpha, who's still drinking in the room, “My home.”

Not the Woodland House. He never knots in the Woodland House. Not with his brothers and father so close, where everything can be – and is – used as a weapon. He hasn’t even brought an omega to this home, no, this is his sacred spot for him and his bonded omega…or future bonded omega.

And apparently Rhysand, for the night.

Maybe the High Lord has been wrong about him.

His bed looks like the perfect spot for nesting, filled with soft quilts and a mass of pillows that makes you want to climb into and never leave. Warmth fills your stomach and drips down your thighs at the thought of knotting the both of them in such a safe place. Your heart swells and Eris lifts you into his arms, the alpha all soft and gentle now that he’s in the privacy of his own home.

You whimper when he settles you and draws away, only to his knees to start undressing. The pain is overwhelming, and you’d feel bad for being the sweaty, needy mess that you are but it’s your new nature, and neither of them will let you feel bad about it.

Eris unbuttons his shirt, fingers moving deftly across the buttons as Rhysand circles the bed, searching for the best vantage point to grab at you. Your gaze moves to his violent purple ones, your breath catching in your throat at the predatory way he’s looking at you and Eris on the bed, nostrils flaring as your body reacts with a wave of arousal at his face.

You zero in on Eris as the silk shirt slips in rivulets down his pale skin, showing off an impressive set of muscles, adorned with freckles. Your hips buck and his smirk goes soft at the snivel you release, hands snaking down to relieve the ache between your thighs.

Rhys tuts from the side of the bed, slipping into your mind. It’s like walking through fog, with the amount of desire clouding your mind. He opens himself up, just for a moment, and is flooded with your intoxicating thoughts. The feeling floods straight to his cock and he groans, shutting himself out of your mind before his knot expands in his trousers.

He climbs onto the bed, fingertips dipped in night reaching for the high collar of your dress as Eris glides his hands up your exposed thighs, grabbing a fistful of the black fabric making up the bottom of your dress. You arch under their touch, moaning wildly and they haven’t even begun to touch you where you need.

Together, both alphas growling in response to your call, they tear the front of your dress open, collar to hemline, exposing your flushed, creamy skin. The air of the room laps at your overheating skin and you gasp as your nipples tighten.

Hands instantly find your body as yours fist into the sheets, Rhysand caressing your cheek as he turns your face to capture you in a blistering kiss while Eris tugs your panties down your legs in haste.

You jolt against Rhysand’s mouth as something flicks against your throbbing clit. The primal groan you hear in answer to your taste sends shivers up your spine, and Eris is diving in without warning, trying to bury himself in your cunt, sloppy tongue lapping at your slick, wetting his cheeks and marking himself with your flavor.

Rhysand’s teeth are sharp as they nip your lip, drawing your attention back to the Night Court alpha who’s demanding your time. He coaxes your fingers from the sheets and they immediately latch onto him, just as he wanted. His fingers trail across the tight skin of your breasts, dancing over your sensitive nipples as he licks into your mouth.

You don’t like the amount of clothes he has on. How the alpha is supposed to mount you with his body covered is impossible, and you tug at the collar of his shirt, showing your utter frustration through your actions because your mouth can’t form words.

Careful, omega, his voice reverberates in your skull and then he’s everywhere all at once. I’m the one in charge.

Are you sure? You pant against his open mouth, like he’s your will to breathe. And with the way that the alpha hands move, how he’s playing nice with the other High Lord right now, he might just be. Because Eris is the one–

I can be anywhere, be anything you want me to be, he purrs, power licking up your spine as you arch off of the bed. I can have you thinking that he is me, he continues darkly, and you know Eris is the one licking through your folds like a starved alpha, but when your head is forced up on Rhysand’s whim, it’s his face you see buried between your legs.

Off, you beg, pulling at his collar again. But perhaps your mind is so muddled with lust that he’s the one slurping at your cunt. Maybe it’s Eris who looms above you fully clothed…

A strangled cry spills from your mouth as the tongue licking at your clit burns. Your head clears and your gut coils at the sensation and it’s definitely Eris that’s down there, branding his mouth to your cunt.

Rhys slips out of his shirt but you hardly notice because you’re careening over the edge into a deliciously warm orgasm, gushing on Eris face as he holds your thighs open so he can continue flicking his tongue fervently. You drag his abandoned shirt to your nose, inhaling the roguish scent of him as you cum and Mother above if it doesn’t want to make the alpha fucking bond you right then.

But the orgasm hasn’t sated the heat that's burning through your body, the reprieve only lasts a moment before it hits you twice as hard.

You need one of their knots, and you don’t care which one gives it to you.

Rhysand steps around to the end of the bed, eyes pinned on the way Eris’ head is still buried deep in your snatch. He growls, getting a fistful of his copper locks and he rips the lordling away from your throbbing cunt. You let out a whimper so loud that it nearly makes him submit to you, but he cranes Eris’ neck backwards to admire the red of his swollen lips and your slick glistening across his cheeks.

You scramble to your elbows to see what’s happening and are entranced at the two alphas glaring at each other. Your heart and pussy throb in time with each other.

They must be having some sort of mental chat because Eris has a wicked gleam in his eye as he licks the remnants of your slick from his lips, making a show of it. Rhysand’s lip curls into a snarl and he jerks the Autumn alpha back, his neck straining at the unnatural angle as his unoccupied hand reaches for his belt, flicking the buckle open with ease.

Your hand snakes to your clit and you desperately need one of them but you’ll force your body to wait to be able to watch them like this. 

“Finish it,” Rhys growls down at the alpha on his knees so that you can hear. Eris doesn’t like it, wants to send his flames licking up the Night Court King’s arm, but the look in those violet eyes makes it known that his darkness will only smother him to smoke. He reluctantly starts moving when you whine and Rhys cranes his neck further when he tries to look at you, undoing his leathers and pulling them down the strong columns of his thighs.

The High Lords prick bobs, head pink and shining with precum, and Eris’ throat works to swallow. 

You think the male might take it into his mouth, and you know Rhysand would enjoy it too, because the fireling sure knows how to use that wicked mouth of his, but the alpha towering over him leans down, pompous and arrogant as ever, and kisses him.

It’s hot and heavy, the tension in the room thickening as the two alphas grapple for dominance. They’re all wide shoulders and primal growls, licking into each other's mouths like warriors meeting on the battlefield. Eris shoves his way to his feet without breaking the bruising kiss, and their bodies mold together in a striking image of chalk and bronze. 

Your gasping breaths tear them apart, fingers fisting and manhandling each other in brutal lust. You’re working yourself through a second orgasm, just the sight of them aiding your heat, the need for them almost unbearable. You’re a shaking, sweating mess, but beautiful nonetheless as they stare down at you writhing on the bed.

Eris is the first to slip away and Rhys curses, following the heir but he’s too late because Eris is consoling you with a gentle kiss as he presses his cock into your needy cunt with a groan. He presses all of the air from your lungs, stifling you in the best way. His body is warm, cock hot as he pistons his hips in and out and in again. 

His name is a prayer on your lips as he works, his hands everywhere, sending flickers of flames up your body every time he pulls out. He loves it, wants to hear you saying his name for the rest of forever, and he holds back a bark of ownership, body shaking with the effort it takes to keep himself from biting into the exposed skin of your neck.

Rhys climbs onto the bed again, watching with keen eyes how the lithe body of Eris Vanserra drags you to your edge. He’s muscled in all of the right places, ass flexing as he pumps into you, giving you everything your body so desperately craves. 

The High Lord can tell that the other alphas knot is forming, from the sounds that he makes and the look in his eyes, the barring of his teeth and the offering of his own throat as your nails leave pink scratches down his back as you cum on his cock, so close to having what you want.

But the heir freezes and you scream, tears leaking from your eyes as you’re overcome with blistering heat – no longer Eris’ doing – and the fact that his knot is no longer growing inside of you, trying to lock the both of you together.

Rhysand is a greedy bastard and even though he’s in the home of the Autumn heir, he will never be second.

Eris’ chest heaves against yours but he can’t move, couldn’t if he wanted to, and damn the Cauldron does he want to. Fear slithers through his veins like the darkness in his mind before his fiery anger tries to flush the High Lord of the Night Court from his mind. He can only blame himself, letting the brick walls in his head crumble for you, an offering to let you into his mind as part of the bonding.

Get the fuck out of my head, he spits at the other alpha, who’s smirking down at him with lethal intent. 

Are you sure you’re an alpha? Rhys teases, using his powers to tug the coiled male from your body. His limbs are locked, clutching to you like a vice as you squirm beneath him, chasing the knot that’s not expanding. You should be able to push me out.

Your words make no sense, coming out in high pitched noises and cries. Your body is burning, your bones hurt with the aching need for a knot, for their seed to spill into your womb like it's the only thing you need to live.

I’ll fucking kill you, Eris threatens as Rhys forces him away from you. He’s like a puppet, and he hates every second of his betraying limbs as he slides away. He’s frozen, on the edge of his knot growing and it will be painful the longer he holds it but Rhys is cradling you to his chest and playing every part of the hero he wishes he could be, soothing you and letting you clutch to him as he settles between your thighs.

He’s forced to watch the smirk Rhys tosses his way, paired with a wink that lets him know he won’t be moving unless he forces that alpha out, before the High Lord softens, turning to you and silencing your whimpers with a stroke of his tongue.

Rhys wastes no time, bucking into your slick cunt with ease. He shudders as you tighten around him, a whispered moan of his name crosses your lips like it’s your last breath and he can hardly take it, pistoning his hips faster for every sound that you make.

Your legs clamp around his waist and your hand falls away from the deep planes of his back, seeking out the other alpha who you can feel roiling on the other side of the bed. Your fingers find his hair, giving a light tug, showing him that you want him nearer, and it’s all Eris needs to break the chains of his mind with a growl so domineering it makes your cunt clamp and Rhysand’s knot form as he lies claim to your thrashing body.

“Yes, yes, please,” you gasp desperately, the feeling of his hot seed spurting into you, filling you up is everything. He’s so big, his cock expanding inside of you and trapping his cum there. Your mind spins with it and you let yourself go pliant when you’re sure that the alphas won’t kill each other over you.

Eris finds you, laying claim to your mouth as you slip into the blissful sensations of your omegaspace, feeling full and protected by the two alphas you’ve brought to bed. Later, you’ll need to knot again, and your heat will last for days on end, but with the both of them here you know you’ll be more than satiated.

The copper haired alpha murmurs into your ear but you’re too relaxed to make out his soft words but your hand tightens around his at the mention of him knotting you later. 

“I’m going to give you everything you need, fawn,” he brushes the damp hair from your forehead as Rhysand strokes your cheek. He may not have daemati powers like the alpha Night Lord, and he loathes that the smug male can hear his vulnerable admissions, but he needs you to hear them. “Just give it a little time.”

“You know,” Rhysand croons when you doze off. He gently rolls the both of you so you’re more comfortable, lying on his chest. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck while you sleep, reveling in the scent of the alpha that’s giving you everything you need. His fingers stroke down the length of your spine and he nearly preens when you melt against him. His gaze shifts to the Autumn royal. “I could make you stop again.”

Eris' eyes blaze and his teeth flash in warning but Rhysand stops his speech before he can argue.

In your head, asshole, the Night Court native warns and the other alpha glares.

Not all of us have fancy mind-speaking skills, his voice is rough with flames.

Another reason that she belongs in the Night Court with me.

Copper eyes slash to his and Rhys can see the fury rippling from the alpha beside him. Eris knows that he can’t react how he wants to, to rip Rhysand off of you and steal you away. He makes a show of taking a calming breath, but when he lets his eyes trail down your sleeping form does he truly relax.

I want her, he says.

Me too, Rhysand counters, his grip on your tightening as another wave of his cum releases into you. Only a single thought of you had triggered his ruts before, sealing himself away in the hidden cabin in the mountains because he wouldn’t be able to stop the beast inside of him if you had been nearby.

And you don’t know Eris, not truly anyway. You’d met him in passing, at meetings where he’d done nothing but snark by his father’s side, but you’d always known that there was more to them in that burnt caramel gaze.

She wants the both of us, Rhysand continues, but Eris’ temper is still hot.

Me too, he blurts, and the entire room plunges into stillness. 

Rhysand’s body goes stiff at the admission but you let out a pleased sigh like you’re agreeing with Eris. You want the both of them, and his accidental admission says he’s willing to share you, to share himself with the both of you, if Rhysand should want it.

Violet eyes rake across heated cheeks and red lips that part in nervousness, Eris’ tongue flicking out to wet them. He’s devastatingly handsome like most High Fae, but there’s an aura to him that makes something in the Night Court alphas gut churn.

But when he tries to catch the other alphas' gaze Eris won’t look his way. He’s busying himself by playing with your hair, fluffing the mass amounts of pillows on his bed, and gathering drinks and snacks from a nearby closet stocked specifically for this. You’ll need to keep your energy up and both alphas will have to coax you to eat, even though all you’ll want for the next few days is to fuck.

Eris, Rhysand calls and the lordling stops. He takes the moment to stare, eyes dragging down his pale skin from where his copper hair curls at the nape of his neck to his tapered waist and down. He knows that he’s hung, even if he couldn’t see the head of his cock between his legs from the way he’s standing stock still across the room, he’s seen it as it plunged into your body at a pace that made his cock bob. 

Slowly, the Autumn alpha looks over his shoulder, heart pounding like a drum in his chest. Rhysand waves him closer, he’s already too far away from the both of you, if the whimper that Rhysand wants to mimic slips from your slips. 

She’ll need you soon, Rhys says. He can feel the way that your body is already heating up, how his knot has started to deflate. We’ll need you soon.

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You wake to soft voices and even softer kisses. You’re sweating, body hot as you’re pinned between two muscular bodies, the alphas you’d begged to knot you.

Craning your head upwards you catch the sight of Rhysand and Eris, lips locked in a much sweeter kiss than the one they’d shared earlier. 

They look glorious, tongues lapping lazily as limbs brush across each other and yours in between. You don’t know what’s happened while you were asleep but it’s nice that they’re finally getting along.

You watch for as long as your body will allow. You know that they both know that you’re awake, but you’re not sure if their kissing is a reaction to your pheromones driving their alpha senses while they waited for you to wake or their own doing, but Mother is it a sight to see.

Eris’ hand strokes up Rhys’ cock softly, twisting firmer as he reaches the head and runs a thumb over his slit. The High Lord’s breath shatters, body vibrating beneath the fiery grip of the Autumn male. 

You moan softly, hands slipping down your body to relieve yourself but Rhys’ hand is catching yours and dragging it to his cock with Eris’. 

“Both of you,” he pants, voice raspy with need. Your cunt gushes at the vulnerability in his voice, the soft way he’s commanding your motions. “Eris will take care of you, darling.”

“Yes, fawn,” the lordling breathes, rolling so he’s flush to your back. You’re manhandled onto your side and receive no warning as Eris shoves into you with a keen of his own, filling you to the brim with his throbbing cock.

Neither of you has to worry about being stopped by the High Lord of Night.

He aides your sex, slipping into the both of your minds and sharing images of the both of you together, feelings of each other and how your hands feel around his weeping cock, how tight and hot you are clenching around Eris’ cock, sharing how full you feel with him so far deep inside of you.

None of you last very long.

You cry out at an image created of Rhysands imagination; you pressed between the two of them as they both drive into you, sharing you like you never knew you needed. You bare your throat to both of them, begging the alphas to bite into the flesh of your neck, to mate and bond and love you forever.

And they do, sharing a look with each other that says they’ll figure out all of the details later, but for now, and the next few days, they have you, and they have each other. They solidify the bond in the soft bed of Briarhome, and let you mark their necks the same way in the throes of your heat, the Mother allowing your souls to forge together like the deadliest weapon.

And with both High Lords by your side, you know you will be.

[pastel-omegas-blog]

The Beginning. Chapter Two

CHAPTER ONE

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes  compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness.  

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Servants ran around the huge room trying to make it look tidier than it already was while some divided themselves to attending to the petite man cuddle softly in the middle of the huge Emperor sized bed, bringing him hot freshly brewed tea, a very appetizing breakfast and small desserts by the side.

They cooed out small comments praising his beauty as they picked out simple yet elegant clothes for him to wear, all gushing as he buried his blushing face deeper into the soft duvets, his sweet scent making them fawn over him even more.

He was such a humble person despite being born in an influential noble house.

He was so kind and loving and gentle and never once yelled at them when they made a mistake. He was patient with all of them and always had a gentle sweet smile on his lips.

Lord M\N L/N was an angel.

The servants couldn't believe how anyone would call such a caring man with a warm welcoming aura a Devil.

He treated everyone around him like family and had even given out gifts to them, even though he had only known them for five months.

He really lived up to the image their former master had painted of him.

" He is a kind and loving person who always sees the good in others "

 Was what the elderly man had said.

And his words couldn't have been more true.

In his short stay in their territory, despite his ' sickly ' state he had helped the neighbouring villages very much by donating money to help them during the water shortage and even had food and warm clothing sent out make the cold winter far more bearable.

But the places that he helped the most were the orphanages.

As an omega it was expected to have a soft spot for pups. It was part of their natural instincts, but the way the h/c man had taken all the children living there as his own spoke volumes about his love for them. It was such a heart warning sight to see and made the common people of the northern territory cherish him even more

How the eastern part of the empire managed to soil the name of such a morally upright and genuinely nice person made them angry.

Of course those prim and proper trash didn't know how to cherish miracles in human skin.

" I.. isn't this too m..much ? Is a..all this n.. necessary? I..I told you all I can g..get ready o..on my own. I...I don't w.. want to be a b.. bother " the s/c man stammered out twiddling with his fingers softly as he buried his face in the  duvets surrounding him. An attempt to hide his burning cheeks

" Of course we have to do this. It's only natural. Your a noble. You are meant to let others take care of you. " A maid reassured as she took away the empty plates and M/N raised his head to stare at the woman.

Elena Fern. A woman with ash coloured hair and dark brown eyes. She had an air of authority surrounding her despite the faint saint of books that told everyone she was a beta.

As expected of someone of her position.

The head maid that had been assigned to him for his stay in the Duke's manor.

" Yeah. Elena is right. We don't mind at all. Your so kind to us so it's only natural to help you anyway we can " a young girl with curly ginger locks added, her brown eyes shining with adoration as she stared at the man.

Sarah Fern.

Both recessive omega women we're sisters from a fallen baron family and had been working in the manor for a since they were very young and that showed in how refined their house keeping skills were.

Elena being the eldest was more strict and uptight and followed the rules, while Sarah been the youngest was more prone to causing mischief, yet both women had become loyal to him in the past few months of his stay at the manor and attended to most of his needs.

The other servants in the room voiced out their agreements with the two women and M)N felt his cheeks flush at all their nice comments.

" B.. but still I can change my clothes and b..bathe on m..my own! M..my body is strong enough s.. so I won't need help with that " the h/c man argued back and Elena let out a sigh of defeat knowing she wouldn't be able to win the argument.

" Alright my lord, we'll leave you for now. But remember if you need anything just tell for us ".

And with that they all walked out leaving the h/c man on his own.

M/N let out a sigh as he walked into the hidden bathroom inside his already massive room, his shoulders relaxing as the steam from the hot water in the room calmed his nerves. With practiced moves he stripped off his silk nightwear and sunk his body into the large pool sized bathtub that had rose petals floating on the still water and the soft sweet scent of vanilla (  it had taken a while for him to get used to the scent again with gagging at it or getting angry), a small sound left his lips as he lowered himself into the water.

And he stayed in the silence, not moving an inch from where he sat lost in his own thoughts.

" There always a lively bunch aren't they" Demi's voice broke the silence and a soft hum was all  he received as an answer.

A lively bunch they were indeed.

He could remember the first time he arrived, with his carriage stained with blood and rotten fruits, his companions shaken to the bone with what they had 'experienced' ( he had changed their memories sure, but he didn't take away the morbid scenes. He needed them to know what the imperial family were capable of so next time they ever met they would have their guards up. )

A shaken knight, a pale servant, a sobbing woman and lastly a ' passed out ' omega who seemed to have fainted from the shock of an attempt on his life once again.

He was so sure that the pathetic sight of their group would make the people sneer and mock at them.

He was expecting the harsh whispers and taunts of the crowd, just like how the people had mocked him back at the capital he was expecting the same treatment from the people of the north as well. 

They had surely heard the rumors about how he had tormented their lovely saint and precious Emperor. They should have heard about how him surviving his assassination attempt caused the gods to be angry and curse their land, they should have heard about how the saint had detected dark månå flowing through his cursed veins and how he was cursing innocent civilians for the fun of it.

He had seen people getting high off his misery so he was expecting the same thing here. For everyone to turn their backs in him before they even met him.

Instead there were heavily guarded knights running over to check on them, panicked screams of the servants who saw the blood stained carriage rang in the air and the family members of the Duke present shouted out orders for their guests to be taken inside and checked for any wounds.

Everyone had been running around in a panic to make sure they were safe and they had been rushed into the mansion and had doctors check on them. 

It was all so strange.

They hadn't once stopped to mock them as they worried about their wellbeing, the h/c omega had thought maybe the way they had arrived had caused them to go in a state of shock and once they snapped out of it they would go back to keeping their distance from him and start to spread more rumors about as they watched his every move.

He could feel their piercing eyes on his form so he was sure it would only be a matter of time before they showed themselves. Before they bared their fangs at him and cursed him out for things he never did.

Except it never came.

Instead of gazes filled with disgust and contempt they stared at him with loving eyes, filled with adoration and happiness, instead of vile words thrown his way it was compliments about how radiant he looked every single day. Instead of being left alone to do things on his own they were always offering to do even the smallest things for him so that he wouldn't ' push his sick body anymore than he was suppose to '.

And they went on to continue to treat him like the for the first month he stayed, never once throwing any degrading insult his way. He didn't know what to do at first. Sure it made acting like a saint towards the people easier, because then whenever he donated money or offered to help anyway he could he wouldn't be faced with any backlash and nobody said anything to him that would upset him and make it harder for him to hide his emotions.

But he just couldn't shake how his stomach seemed to churn over any small compliment or kind gesture he received and it seemed he was the only one who was suddenly affected by the change of attitude towards him.

Aria hadn't once complained about how weird it felt to be suddenly praised for the smallest thing she did, infact she seemed to be eating the attention up, he couldn't blame her though. She was used to being the center of attention and compliments when she still ran her business, if she hadn't decided to take care of him she might have still had it by now........

 " Useless thoughts "  Demi spoke up interrupting their host's train of thoughts and M/N thanked them as he stared to get out of the bath wrapping himself in one of the many fluffy towels that had been laid out for him as he made his way back to his room.

Though they were now dedicated people to make sure the h/c man was always alright it hadn't stopped his cousin from stopping by every day to check on his wellbeing, only and only left when she was sure he was in perfect condition before she left him alone. 

Felix and Basil though still hadn't budge an inch.

Basil it was obvious, his infatuation for his master had grown to dangerous levels and he didn't want anyone else in his laugh, though he responded positively to others it was clear he was keeping up a wall and he didn't want anyone passing the limit he had set for them. If he wasn't rigorously training with the Duke's knights he was seeking attention from his h/c master and listening to the new teachings of a god/goddess he had just discovered.

Felix matter though. He was jealous.

Despite working diligently by the h/c omega's side for the past five months his master still hadn't said a single word to him. He was happily chatting with the maids and manservants yet he hadn't so much as said a greeting to the violet eyes butler. It was infuriating no doubt, M/N had seen the jealousy and rage bubbling in his eyes despite the calm facade the beta always had.

Good.

He needed the man to snap first, if he still wanted to be an obedient dog to the Vermillion family then he didn't deserve the s/c man's attention.

The former emperor was the only who seemed to be affected by how genuinely everyone was treating him, he had even sent out butterflies at one point to sneak around and report anything the people said about him. Despite not being in his presence anymore the people still sang his praises. When he had received the news he couldn't stop his cheeks from heating up and  he so desperately tried to deny how fast his heart was beating and he refused to acknowledge Demi as they teased him for getting so flustered.

After that discovery it took a while, but he started to slowly warm up to them as well, his actions becoming more genuine as he returned their smiles and laughter.

Running a hand through his neatly combed shiny h/c locks, the pretty man stared at his reflection liking how despite his clothes hugged his body it still have off an innocent and pure vibe. It's soft colours making his vibrant e/c hues stand out even more.

" Damn I'm beautiful " the omega said as he winked at his reflection letting out a small cat call as he turned around

" Your becoming too full of yourself " Demi spoke up making the h/c omega roll his eyes as he stopped his antics and  walked towards the the door, stopping a bit when he noticed a pair of black boots peeping from under his door.

" Says the person who has been singing their own praises since the blood ceremony " the omega retorted back softly scanning his surroundings briefly with månå before he deemed it was safe. Demi rolled their 'eyes' in return mocking the omegas voice as they repeated his words in a childish manner, done with their charade  the deity scoffed  " of course I'll sing my own praises since you won't do it for me " They said and M/N chose to ignore them as he stepped out of the room into the marble tiled hallway eyes widening a bit in ' surprise as he stared at the person waiting for him.

" L..lady Evelyn ? Ah! I'm sorry I wasn't expecting you " the omega stuttered out in 'shock' as he quickly bowed his head to the woman who in return chuckled as she watched the petite man's cute antics.

" Aww come on M/N I told you not to be so formal and stiff around me, it hurts my heart that someone as cute as you always has their guard up around me " the woman teased smirking to herself as she noticed the small blush decorating the petite man's cheeks.

' of course I have to keep my guard up around you '

The h/c omega thought as he continued his shy demeanor his vibrant e/c eyes staring up to look into the woman's unique hues.

A very light silver colour that somehow looked almost pure white. Anyone who saw her or any other member of her family and didn't know their last name would have made the mistake of lumping her as one of the children belonging to the  pope's Ducal family, though they wouldn't be to far from their guess.

The woman standing in front of him was

    Evelyn Devon Vermillion

The oldest of the Duke's children and a person who shouldn't be underestimated.

Long platinum blonde hair that almost looked silver, was tied up in a donut bun, small strands escaping the bun and framing her face giving her a soft look. Despite the cold weathershe wore a tight black off shoulder gown that hugged her tall figure , a slit on the dress starting from her thigh exposed her long slender legs.

A diamond necklace rested on her collarbone the expensive jewelry reflecting the sun light that lit up the hallway, more diamond based jewelry decorated her form, from the dangling earrings to the bracelets on her wrists.

She wore white satin gloves and held a wyvern leather purse embed with diamonds, her already taller frame seemed to tower over him more thanks to the black needle high heels she  had on.

She looked like she was going to out to a party. Well with her position it wouldn't be a surprise.

" U...ummm are you going out ? " The h/c man asked getting the answer to his question as the woman's red painted lips pulled up into a small smirk.

" Yes, I've been invited to a small gala one of my friends is hosting. It isn't too important, but I wouldn't mind you coming along with me. You look perfect as always and I would absolutely love to introduce you to my friends " the recessive alpha cooed out in a teasing tone as she placed a stray lock of h/c behind the omega's ears her smirk widening at how he became fidgety because of her touch.

He was just so cute.

She would have taken him all for herself if she didn't have her eye on his cousin.

Shaking his head M/N turned his gaze away from the woman. " I.. I'm sorry, b..but I...i don't think I c..can. I don't like being the center of attention " the petite man mumbled out as he twiddle his fingers.

He wasn't about to expose himself to the northern nobility. He had purposely refused all invitation from noble families who had tried to form connections with him.

Apart from he didn't want to be mocked by the nobility here he wanted to peek their curiosity. He wanted the curiosity to eat them out from the inside before he dropped the shockwave on them.

Besides unlike the servants and common people who looked up to him, The woman had no reason to be kind towards him. She had absolutely nothing to gain from it yet she was still was been so nice to him.

Every single member of the family had been so nice to him as well, but the three members who had gone out of their way to make sure that he was always comfortable in his stay where Evelyn, her father The former Duke and her younger brother the current duke.

M/N was sure that if the man hadn't gone for his morning patrol he would have been the one disturbing him instead of his older sister.

Evelyn pursed her lips before she forced on a strained smile. She had been expecting him to refuse as usual but it didn't make it any less frustrating, she had been hoping to show off the h/c man at least once, having such a pretty man by her side would solidify her position as queen and would keep those pesky omegas away.  And it was such a heavy blow after being rejected by Aria as well.

" Ah. Not a problem hun. " The blonde woman said as she stood up to her full height patting the omega's head softly as she turned to walk away only for yells coming from outside to grab their attention as they both walked over to the open window looking outside.

A pure white carriage decorated in gold , white and silver was being escorted to the front of the manor, heavily guarded knights riding horse dressed in light armor rode close to the carriage, one of the knights held a flag bearing the seal of the imperial family. A silver dragon that had red and golden flames surrounding it's form.

The sight of the carriage drew two different reactions from the two people watching from afar. Evelyn let out a small growl at the sight of them while an unreadable expression was placed on the s/c man's face before a small smile spread on his plump lips.

Oh?

Well wasn't this interesting~.

 Hi everyone look at who I brought back.

Our two feisty maids from the previous book. You didn't think I forgot about them now did you?

I Know Sarah has pink hair just imagine it's red.

 Now time to reveal some stuff.

 Evelyn is the princess who I briefly mentioned in my last book, guess which one. If you can guess it then you already know who the Duke is.

 The imperial family has two names.

​​​​​​ The one that the public generally call them by is Vermillion.

 While the second is a more intimate name that the members refer to themselves as which is Valyron. Leon uses the name in his letter to Alvar.

 It is the name of the white dragon the imperial family are descendents off.

That is all I can say for now.

[msfbgraves]

How do Daniel and Terry tell their pups that Daniel is pregnant? Especially when they're little, do they just say they're going to have a sibling or God sent them another child? I suppose after the first 7, all the older kids are like "Really? Again??" when Daniel gets with 8 and 9 lol.

I have answered three other asks about Daniel's pregnancies and the puppies' reaction to it, have fun with those:

I think that a very important difference between our world and my omegaverse is that having children is not a shameful thing. Raising other people's children is a fact of life. Alphas die, and omegas and beta women remarry, that is what happens. There are other taboos - I think that divorce is a big issue. Endangering children. But not the having of children, whatever stage it's in. Now I haven't really thought this out in detail, but the pups would not be ashamed of their parents having many children. Mama is omega, that's what they do. They may be a little embarassed about their Daddy always being so hot for their Mama and not afraid to show it, even outside of heats. He could be a little more discreet, but he is a Mob boss, are you gonna tell him? Nobody of course really likes to think of their parents getting it on, but this is Terry Silver. You tell him. (No, not you, Eli, this was rethorical, Eli come back -). They also know that omegas can have more than one litter of pups. They're simply a little surprised that Luna was the last of the first litter and not the first of the last litter.

There are different taboos; like two Alphas being together or two beta men or women when none of them are caring for a puppy (doesn't have to be their puppy biologically). And I'm not saying that is right at all. But in omegaverse Catholicism, for instance, St. Joseph was extra holy for caring for a pup that wasn't his, because that is what is supposed to happen.

Very simply, Daddy and Mama tell the pups that Mama is going to the hospital to get a new puppy, and how they interpret that word "get", well - the very youngest may think the hospital is where babies come from, however that works, please they have stuff to do, and the eldest ones understand that the hospital is where they help Mama get the puppy out of his tummy, which, well, same difference. The teenagers of course worry for their Mama, but they all know how much Mama loves all of them and wants this. Sammy, Yasmin and Robby understand how insanely happy Mama looks when he is holding one of them while pregnant, and Daddy too is ver happy when Mama is with pup or has newly delivered one.

It's not a sin.

[shade-pup-cub]

Okay okay... last "A.D.S" posting for October. Two parts of chapter 22.

Content Warnings: Terminal illness caused by Twili magic, suicide, drinking and fighting to grieve.

Artwork included.

"There is an old overgrown trail in Faron. Not too far down it there is a small clearing with a large stump. Did you know that my Faron is your Lost Woods? I learned that a few years ago."

Dametrius stopped walking, Wild got Epona to halt. The god looked at the dying man. "Twilight."

"What?" Their eyes met and Twi followed where Dametrous was looking, at Time. "Oh, right. I just couldn't convince myself to be anywhere else at the end." He had a kicked puppy look.

Dametrius huffed. 'We can cross that bridge when we get there."

They got to that bridge.

Epona went back down to the ground for the two heroes to dismount. Dametrius's stomach was back in knots as Time saw the golden armor covered in vines. "This isn't your eras armor." Time started as he uncovered the chest piece. "Only my era has royal guards wearing this. How did it last so long?"

No one answered.

Time looked back at the other three and Dametrius didn't have the heart tell tell him. "Who was this?"

No answer.

"This is the bridge you mentioned." Time ran his hands through his hair. "I think I know who it is." He found the left hand of the skeleton and removed the heavy metal. The single wedding band was still there like Time always wore it. "Why here, Pup?"

"This is where I first met you." He limped over to his forever mentor, motioning him to sit back next to the other form of himself. Dametrius helped him sit on the ground too, right between Time's legs.

"This was?" Wild looked around the small, peaceful clearing. He sat between Twi's legs when asked to. Dametrius sat on their right and listened to Twilight talk.

"I was four years old, left in the woods for whatever reason. I was just roaming around looking for anyone to help me. I kept finding fresh fruit on the ground and every once in a while there was some cooked meat next to a burned out fire, still hot. I managed to get to this little clearing during a storm, hoping there was a dry spot. Instead there was a giant gold and white wolf. I wasn't scared when he approached, only curious. He led me around and taught me to survive, not knowing that where he was leading me was Ordon Village. I watched Rusl chase him away night after night until he came out to see why the wolf was always coming to their house." Twilight looked back at Time. "You led him to me."

Time looked like he was punched in the gut. Dametrius couldn't figure out why he seemed stunned. "I had no idea." Time whispered.

"What?!" Twi's loud voice boomed, startling the other three. He looked at Wild, then the god. "Did he not tell us that he asked Rusl? You asked him the last time you saw him."

Time was more confused than Dametrius. "No, Pup, this is my first time hearing this."

Wild doubled over in laughter. "Dude, you got played!"

Holding a hand over his mouth, Dametrius started laughing with his son. Time knew exactly what he was doing when he told Twilight that he knew of his beginnings. Sly move.

Twilight gave a glare when he normally would rough house his cub. His glare broke when the corners of his mouth turned upwards. He really should have known better. It was nice to hear Twilight's laughter fully, but that turned into a coughing fit.

Time rubbed his pup's back before pulling him backwards to rest against him. The deity watched the eldest rub out some of the pain in Twilight's chest. "You said you would explain." Time whispered.

"I did. It was slow at first, little things started happening. Lost some of my stamina, I would sleep later and be tired throughout the day, but that didn't start until after Sky passed. Suddenly I was constantly in pain. Everything hurt, but I just brushed it off. I even told myself that blood coming up if I threw up was normal. When we went to see Wind, I was afraid to take hits. I also wasn't healing properly either. Took double the time or it just wouldn't at all."

"That's when we all started to see the change. We knew something was wrong, but chose not to push your privacy." Wild held his head low, ears dropping. "Wish we would have pushed more."

Twi got Wild to look up. "All that would have done is cause a fight. I didn't want to be treated differently by you guys." Wild looked a bit defeated, but still gently laid down so his head rested in Twi's lap. The other scratched his scalp like he would any other time they were like this.

"When we met Hyrule's mother, her water seemed to take away some of the effects of the dark magic. I had gained black lines between our last meeting and then, her water took them away along with the pain. What I wasn't expecting was the magic to come back with a vengeance. The lines were thicker and everyday they traveled further across my body. The pain was, is, debilitating most days to the point that I don't even have to move for it to be overwhelming. Just breathing hurts.

"It took a month for it to start attacking my insides. I was only able to eat soft food or else I would throw it up, then it was I could only have liquids. I can't even hold that down now, only water. It caused me to lose almost all my muscle and with it, strength. I haven't picked up one of my kids in over a year. They have helped their mother where I couldn't and I hate it."

Twilight calmed himself before continuing, head still resting back on Time's chest. "I can't count the amount of times I have tried to do simple tasks and a bone snapped due to how brittle they are. I'm truly surprised nothing has today. The last thing that started was this cough. The magic hit my lungs and it's shredding them." He huffed out a scoffing laugh, "I even broke a few ribs from coughing."

Dametrius knew it was bad, but this was beyond what he could have imagined. "You could live longer, it doesn't have to be today."

"Could. I could lie in bed for another month if I have that much time left and be helpless, starving, barely alive, suffering and have my wife and kids wipe the blood from my mouth so I don't choke on it in my sleep. I could do that or I could go out the way I want to. Die still as a man, still have some dignity in me and spare my family the burden of taking care of me. Spare my kids the trauma of seeing me suffocate on what should be keeping me alive and die in front of them. Or worse, they come home and find me dead and think they should have been there to do something."

Twilight's eyes filled with tears. "I can't live like that. I can't make them live like that when I could do this instead." He pulled a dagger from inside his boot. He pushed the tip of the blade into the ground, saying, "But it can wait a little while longer. I want to enjoy the sun for a little while."

The four sat quietly together. Time hummed as he held his pup. Twilight still rubbed Wild's scalp as Wild stayed where he was, arms wrapped around Twi's leg. Dametrius held onto Twilight's right hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of it.

Twilight's eyes periodically opened and he would look at all that he was with. He too didn't want to end this moment, but things never last forever. He took in a deep breath, slowly letting it out. "It's time."

Wild sat up and the father could now see that the whole time Wild had been silently crying. His eyes were red and puffy. "Oh, Cub, come here." Twi whispered. Wild gently fell into his waiting arms. Time wrapped his arms around the two in front of him until they separated.

"I want to give you something." Twilight unclipped his black, fur cloak and managed to get it placed around Wild's shoulders. He chuckled as he flipped the hood up. "You are older than I am, but still look so young. Stay feral, adventurous and never let your soul be tamed. I am proud of you, Link."

Wild seemed to break a bit more and find comfort in the cloak around his shoulders.

"Old Man, here." He pulled the Horse Call necklace from his neck, handing it to Time. "Should come in handy with your Epona." Time ran a thumb over the item with adoration before wearing it around his neck.

Dametrius was surprised what Twilight said his name. "I wrote in a journal every day during out last quest and I want you to have it." He held a red leather bound journal that looked incredibly thick. "There are lots of untold stories in there. Most are good or lighthearted. Some are of this one being reckless or wandered off with Hyrule." Twi flicked Wild's ear.

The deity held the book close to his chest. This was priceless and would be cherished for the rest of his life, passed on to his grandchildren and so on. "Thank you." He barely got the words out. He carded his fingers through the wolf hero's hair as he placed his forehead to Twi's.

The feeling of the knots it Dametrius's gut were back tenfold as Twilight rolled his left sleeve up to his elbow, revealing a nearly blacked out forearm. Before he could wonder why the left handed hero was doing everything right handed, he was told. "I have no feeling in this arm any more. Should make this easier."

Dametrius wanted to close his eye, look away from the scene unfolding. He couldn't though. He couldn't disrespect the young man he saw as another son that way. So he watched. He watched the tip of the knife pierce into the discolored arm and drag down deeply towards his wrist. Crimson fluid flowing freely from the fatal, clean cut. It stained the green tunic and tan trousers he wore as it flooded his open palm that laid in his lap.

The hero took a stuttered breath, relaxing into Time's arms again with a satisfied hum. His skin turned pale, eyes closing and hardly opening again. His breath was slow and calm.

Time laid a hand on Twilight's throat and the other two knew the answer as he laid his head in the crook of his pup's neck, clutching the man's tunic and hair with sobs breaking through his gritted teeth.

Wild was wide eyed, mouth parted and his own hot tears rolling down his cheeks. "Twilight…"

"Wild." Dametrius whispered. His son looked over at him and broke. He broke in a way that made the father's heart twist and crack. He tugged him into a tight embrace, securing the cloak tightly around him. Why did it have to be like this?

Bidding his son goodnight, Dametrius couldn’t go home. Not in the state of mind he was in. He instead went to Castle Town, entering the first tavern he came across. He didn't care that everyone knew who he was, he just wanted the pain to go away. Eight young men gone… Bonds severed in sixteen years. Seems like a long time, but the deity’s heart felt it raw as if they all had just died.

He slammed back shot after shot until the bartender cut him off. He just stood, paid and went to the next one. There were three in town and he planned on drinking at all of them. It didn’t take long for a few of the town people to see him stumbling and go warn the King and Queen. He knew they would and he didn’t intend on sticking around to be seen. Wild was already trying to manage his grief in his own way, Zel by his side.

His thoughts spiraled, anger taking over his emotions. He needed to fight something, something that would give him a good fight. He teleported to where he knew a Battle Talus resided. He had no weapons or the mind to summon one. He shouted at the hunk of rock that had bokoblins riding on it. It turned towards him and raised an arm to throw a boulder at him. He took off running towards the monsters, leaping into the air to land on the platforms. He easily did one hit kills with his bare hands or a kick to the face. He found the Talus’s weak point and utterly demolished it.

It wasn’t enough.

He had snuck a bottle from behind one of the bars, of course he paid for it, but they wouldn’t have sold it to him after how many bottles he had already gone through. He took it out and downed it without taking a breath. He was a god, he needed way more than this to be drunk. He just didn’t want to feel anymore. He threw the glass bottle across the field, smashing it against the cliff. It gave him an idea as the drink started to loosen him up. The cliff was a foe that couldn’t be beat and would take everything he had to offer it.

He moved at the speed Wild could, not something he would normally need to use, ramming his left shoulder into the harsh surface. Immediately he balled his right hand, releasing all his strength into the first hit and all the ones that followed. He screamed his agony to the moon, released his anguish upon the rocks. Faces flashed in front of his eyes: Sky, he punched the solid cliff side.

Four and Shadow, another punch.

Time, punch.

Legend, punch.

Wind, punch.

Hyrule, punch. Rocks broke off in masses.

Warriors, punch.

Twilight, punch. Twilight, punch. Twilight punch. Twilightpunch. TwilightpunchTwilightPunchTWILIGHTpunchTWILIGHTholler!

His hollers turned into hoarse sobs. He has put a crater into the rocky cliff, still giving blows, but slowing down.

“D-y” There was a voice. “Da-y pl-se -op.” He couldn't tell what they were saying or who it was until two arms wrapped around his torso from behind. “Daddy stop, please.”

His mind registered that it was Asti. He ceased his assault on the earth, placing shaking hands on his daughter’s arms. He nearly went completely limp, knees meeting the ground with a thud. Asti was then in his vision. Long white hair, white eyes, pink cheeks and facial marking that never disappeared. “Asti, m’sorry. I’m s’sorry.”

“No, no you don’t have to be sorry. You are in pain and have every right to be.” She took his hands in hers. They were bruised and scraped, already swelling from the brutal attacks to stone.

“They’re all gone.”

“I know. I wish I could fix this for you and Link, but all I can do is be here for you.” She returned a comforting gesture by getting his hair out of his face. “Let’s go home Daddy. Mama is waiting for us.”

Home. That’s where the start of his healing would be, at home with his wife at his side every step of the way. He may have lost the boys, but he still had so much to live for.

[pxison]

&. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 @mischievous-misdirection asked: ❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜ mean to puppy ichiji hours (: 🍓

A whine rises in the back of his throat upon hearing that. He sits back on his heels, remaining ever the good little dog while also suppressing the urge to fight back and ruin all the progress that led him here. The tail plug vibrating away in his ass could no longer be ignored and so with permission given, he'd release the tight band keeping his orgasm at bay.

He doesn't speak beyond the whines and nonverbal cues because if he did there would no doubt be some choice heated words shared. Getting up only to straddle a thigh seconds later, he gives into the temptation of looking away until his eyes are guided back where they should be. The eldest prince's vulnerability was a rare sight to behold and of course Yorin wouldn't want to miss that. If he really didn't want this, he could have easily called everything off with a few simple words and yet he does no such thing. Instead, he begins to move his hips, slowly at first but pace picks up as pleasure increases.

He would easily get off like this without even using one of his own hands which he was not permitted to do. A dog didn't have hands to find release with anyways so why should he? Maybe if he was a good enough pup he'd be rewarded afterwards and even the thought of cleaning after himself with tongue alone is enough to stir up quite a bit of a flush on his face making him as red as one of his favored strawberry treats.

Pressing himself bodily against Yorin as he neared the end, he couldn't help but tease with lips and teeth on open skin until it was all too much. White hot heat erupted in his core as with a few stuttering thrusts he'd released himself all over plush thigh and his own hard stomach with a whimpering sigh of relief.

[black-suns-rim]

Little Red's Adventures

Story 2

Gentleness of a sister

Ch. 1

The waking hours of the eldest child of Momba started even before the rising of the sun. Her dark and sparkled complexion is what gave her the name Than-guan; Midnight. Her skin was sleek and smooth, shimmering in even the dullest of light. She was almost completely black thanks to her unique and rare genetic trait.

As she readied herself for the day ahead, she had thought to herself while bathing. She would always talk out loud, which her servants were used to by now. "Do you think I should take my youngest brother and spend a few days with him? He's a cute little unblood, scrawny kinda, but he's a big sweetheart and very smart for his age." Than-guan asked her female servant as she scrubbed Than-guan's back.

The young female servant was a Matriarch in training and she was put under the watch of Than-guan by the older Matriarchs, "I think you should my Matriarch Than-guan." She replied with a soft and quiet voice.

"Mm- then I shall. Go fetch me my towel, do your daily chores and have the rest of the day off. Oh, and remind Haj-ah that she needs to clean up the mess she makes every time she uses my training room or else I will have to ban her from it."

The young female nodded and headed off to get the towel. She came back just as fast as she left and handed the towel to the dark yautja.

Midnight got dressed and headed out of her luxurious palace. The sun still was hiding. The land was cool and crisp, just how she liked it. She loved the early morning and late night. She knew her mother, Black Momba, wouldn't be up just yet. She also knew that her mother hated getting up early unlike her. So she would head to go and check on her ship and make sure it was flight ready. She had already planned out in her head of what she wanted to do with her youngest brother.

"I will take him to one of the many planets I've been to and show him the flora and fauna, teach him and maybe train him too." She chittered to herself as she had her ship cleaned up, checked and repaired. By the time she was done, the sun had risen over the mountain peaks and was pouring down its hot rays of life onto the waking land. Than-guan cleaned herself up and went forth to the village she was raised in, the village of her ancestors and the village of her family.

Within her clan, she was a well-known Matriarch and huntress. She was very skilled in the hunt, but she much preferred to study the life she came across and would log it in the shared database her clan had available to any hunter. Her knowledge of plants, herbs and medicines is what she is praised for the most. She has cured many sickly and injured yautja during her young years of being a Matriarch.

Now, she is known by her younger siblings as the perfect role model. She has birthed a few pups, making Momba a grandmother, and she herself a mother. She has hunted many creatures and made a name for herself amongst her people. She was proud and happy for her title, knowing it made her grandfather, the clan leader Python, proud and honored to have her as his grandchild.

When Than-guan reached Momba's hut, she entered through the thick cloth that kept the doorway covered. Momba was surprisingly awake, but then she noticed Little Red bouncing around and chittering to his sleep deprived mother.

"Oh, my little Than-guan. What brings you here my love?" Black Momba walked over to her daughter and gently placed her forehead against her's as a loving and welcoming greeting.

"I was wondering if I could spend a few days with Little Red. Take him on my personal ship, teach him and show him around on the safe planets. I believe he would love it."

Momba clicked while in thought, then looked to the little spawn that had clung to her leg. "Mama! Mama! I wanna go!" Little Red exclaimed with excitement as he tugged on her loincloth. He was so small compared to his sister and mama. "I'll allow it. But only if you check in with me every morning and every night when you are gone."

Than-guan nodded as Little Red bounced around and shouted. "Go prepare yourself my son." She said with a delighted chuckle. Little Red ran to his mother's room of which he had been sharing with her ever since he had been a part of the clan. His things were in a corner of her room and it didn't take him long to pack what he thought he needed. But of course Momba had to show him what he would need, so it took him a while to get prepared.

By noon, Little Red and Midnight were ready. She lead him to her ship and he couldn't stop bouncing around with excitement. Than-guan watched her little brother with a 'smile.' Seeing his reaction to her personal ship was golden. He was so easily amazed and admired the ship's beauty. When the both of them got inside, he was even more awestruck. Midnight's ship was more advanced and newer than the clan's ship. The technology was still very new and she loved it to bits.

"Place your bag in here Red." She opened a small room which held a rather large bed in it. The bed fit the entire room except for a few feet from the door. Little Red placed his bag in the room and so did Than-guan. She closed the room back up and headed to the cockpit. She placed the adopted spawn of her mother into one of the seats and strapped him in tightly and securely. He would only need to be seated for liftoff and landing.

She sat herself into the pilot's seat and entered in the coordinates to the planet she had in mind. It would take them a couple of days before they would arrive near that planet, even if they hyper jumped.

"Sissy! Where are we going?" He asked as he swung his legs back and forth. He had never been off-planet before, let alone been on another planet. He was so excited and he couldn't keep still.

"I'm taking you to one of the planets I have been to many times before to study medicines. It is in here and out there where I will teach you." Than-guan said as she fliped some switches and started up her ship. She herself was excited since this would be the most time she will have spent with him up to this point. She always loved to spend time with her siblings, even more so with the younger ones since they always had so much wonder in them. A quality that had always faded with age.

"What will you teach me? What is the planet like? Will mama come?" Little Red bombarded her with questions. He always asked so many but he was very smart for his age because of it.

"Mama won't be coming. But she will be checking up on us at least twice a day and you can tell her all about what you have learned." Than-guan put the ship on autopilot after checking that the proper coordinates were in the system. The ship lifted off smoothly. When the ship left the atmosphere of Yautja-Prime, Little Red couldn't stop chittering and clicking his small mandibles together. Midnight got up from her seat and then unfastened her little charge from his.

"It is going to take us a couple of days to get to the planet. What would you like to do first?" Little Red jumped out of his seat and then looked up at her, "mmmh..." He looked around and then back at her. He couldn't decide.

"Would you like me to train you?"

"Yeah!"

"Come with me then, and I will take you to the training room." She said with a smile as she held out her hand. He took her hand and followed her.

For the next 2 hours, she taught Little Red and for 2 hours after that, she told him stories of her hunts. He listened to her intently ans never hesitated to ask her a question that was in his mind.

She then prepared a meal for the both of them since they had become hungry after all of that training and talking.

"Have you ever seen a ooman before? Mama says she has seen a ooman."

"I have seen one once. I was actually on a hunt with mama. We were tasked with tracking down a rogue Bad Blood and he ended up on earth. We had to be stealthy so the pyode amedha would not see us." She gave the small youngling a plate of food and sat down.

"The Bad Blood went into one of the cities on a killing spree. We saw many of the oomans before we killed that Bad Blood." She took a bite of the meat chunk she grabbed for herself.

"What are the pyode amedha like? Mama says i'm not old enough to know. She says they will give me bad dreams. But I want to know about them. Can you tell me about them pleeeaaase?" He begged his older sister to tell him.

"If mama says you are too young, then I must respect her words. Remember, there will be things that you must not know about, but there will be things that you find out on your own. And the pyode amedha are something you will have to wait about to know more of."

Little Red huffed and threw a little pouty fit while he ate. After the two were done with lunch, Than-guan entered Little Red and herself by playing some games. They were mostly child games, but fun for the both of them. Some of these games she had not played ever since her last litter of pups had all but grown up. Which had been a long time ago. As she had gotten older, she went out on trips to explore the galaxies and study what she could about anything she saw.

She often found herself being gone from Yautja-Prime for years at a time, but always kept in touch with her clan through video messages. Any time she would come back, she would always visit Black Momba first. It reminded her of the night she found out Momba had adopted Little Red. He was so small and so vibrant, compared to her clan, he was the complete opposite. Their clan consists of dark and large yautja.

Whoever Little Red's parents were or whatever lineage he came from, she knew he was something very special.

As it came closer to time to sleep, Than-guan sat the tired pup down to have a video call with their mother. During the time, he could barely keep his eyes open, but he was still happy to see his mother. After the long conversation Black Momba and Than-guan had, Little Red had already fallen asleep and he was out like a light. When the call was over, Than-guan carried Little Red to the small room with the bed and laid him down.

She had a couple of more things to do on the ship before she could join him with sleep. Little Red's estimated birthday was coming up soon. It was only a few weeks away and Midnight wanted to get something special for him. Since she had noticed he was so obsessed with earth and wanted to know as much as he could about it, she had convinced Momba to let her gift something to him that was from Earth.

She wanted to make sure he wouldn't find it on her ship, so she hid it and planned on giving it to him once they were going to go back home. After she had hid it in a place he could never reach or know of, she went to the little room and laid down by her sleeping brother. While he was half asleep, he clung to her and snuggled close, so she held him in her arms and drifted peacefully to sleep.

[sinunamor]

Code: Keekers

(probably not as funny as I thought but oh well 😅)

Okay okay serious note. No pressure and if you decide to do this take all the time you need. Could I request some soft Arthur and Matt? And/or that omegaverse au you came with?

I know we have never talked but I love your art and your interpretations of these relationships (Specifically Arthur's and Al's). I just hope you're doing well my dude.

HEY YOU ACTUALLY DID THE uh fucken uhh the fuckEN THING

Now I'll post both 1 art and 1 part of the omegaverse fic I've been working on for a hot bit now:

here we have the fambly and the preview of the fic. see, ive been messing around with OV dynamics cos i really really d i s l i k e the standard...expectations? i guess you can say, on how an OV fic is typically presented? so bear with me. this is very experimental. you'll do me a grand favor of acting as my test audience! yay or nay if it even makes sense : D

all things related to this project will be tagged "epigraphes"!

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Projected Title: Èpigraphes

Projected ao3 Rating: M

Ship: FRUK

CW: OV, omegaverse

They had to abandon the paved, stone-cut wilderness for whispery fields and emerald hills. Whatever was left behind could not fit into 5 traveling trunks, every tight corner used for a few quilts, a kettle, a pot to boil potatoes, winter furs, a case of bottled oils, pigments, and graphite, a tea set, and the pups' clothes and shoes.

Clothes and shoes which will surely be outgrown next month.

Francis cleanly tore a tiny sliver of skin from the side of his thumb with his front teeth.

Arthur had not allowed for one possession, no matter how saturated it was in happy memory, to leave with them if it could not fit into a trunk. The only exception being Francis' wooden easel. It was a nuisance, however, to carry around crowded train stations and onboard ferries, but Francis could not bear to part with his treasured thing and so carried his extra burden without complaint. Oftentimes he wondered if he was merely lugging glorified kindling, from the way his omega was sending resentful glances as it clunked its way with them. Surely after 17 years, Arthur must have thought of many creative ways to be rid of it by now.

Francis began gnawing the other side of his thumb when he felt cool, calm fingers wrap around his wrist, guiding his hand down towards his lap. Without much of a tired smile, nor a huff of disapproval, Arthur wove his fingers around Francis', anchoring him center on his lap. The omega's other hand continued to be occupied, rhythmically patting the back of their napping pup’s back.

"Ha-how could there be a house out here, when there's nothing around for miles!" 

Both parents looked at their overdramatic, secondborn omega pup seated across. Their reddish, wind kissed cheek pressed heavily near the horse-pulled cab window's edge. Sights of a patch of virgin forest and herds of grazing sheep were of no interest to this little pup of 6 summers.

"We only left the fishing village not too long ago," the eldest, keener alpha pup responded, not sparing anyone a glance as they read from a tattered copy of a favorite book. "And we did pass 3 houses, I know. I counted them."

Alfred groaned in mental agony, sliding down on their seat towards the floor while puffing their cheeks in an indignant pout. "When are we gonna arrive to our house?"

"Alfred, on your seat this instant," Arthur hissed, pulling away from Francis and reaching down halfway only to quickly realize he'd smother the other little omega loosely swaddled on his lap and disturb their sleep. He frowned. "We'll go over a nasty dip on the road and then we'll all be sorry." He went back to tending to his heavily napping pup.

Alfred's defiant frown matched that of their omega father's, which was more of a response to his tone than anything else. They obeyed however, deciding then to pester Arthur instead.

"I'm booored."

Arthur sighed heavily. He could not blame Alfred for being so fastidious. Traveling here has proved challenging for all at various points and Alfred had been holding themselves well enough until now.

He smoothed down brown wavy locks of his napping pup before answering.

"Darlingheart we are nearly there," Arthur patted the pup's back once more. "Soon enough you'll know the place where I grew up. I'll show you how far our property goes. We'll have access to a fresh stream, an-and woods and rolling hills–" 

Mathieu, the alpha pup, stared blankly at the words on the page, their ears focused on the strange lightheartedness in Arthur's voice.

"--and when day is clear enough, we'll have a pretty view of the sea," Arthur nodded. "You'll grow to love it here as I did when I was a pup."

Alfred's attention was captured just enough from them to keep quiet and silently mull over Arthur's words. The cab rolled over uneven terrain, jostling the family inside. Alfred scrambled to sit upright and tucked their back into the corner of the cab.

"S'not like back home," they mumbled thoughtfully, tiny finger plucking at a threadbare patch of the once plush interior.

Francis could only feel heavy disappointment from his family. It was in Alfred's sad little blue eyes and in the way Mathieu pulled their book higher in front of them to pretend to read.

"It won't be,'' Arthur answered truthfully, his strong brow contorting slightly as he gazed upon his pup, neck and heads moving about with the sudden unsteady terrain "But we will take home with us." His hand found Francis' again and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Wherever we are. Together.

[m-jelly]

Hi Jelly! I miss Wolf Levi. May I request one? Wolf Levi who is the Alpha of the pack and a father to two twin young pups, boy is the eldest and girl is the youngest. A doting father, Levi plays, trains and keeps his pups happy. Of course, flirting moments with his mate. However one day, a mean wolf from another pack hurts the pups and Levi unleashed his fury. Protective Levi at the end of the day. Thank you!

Wolf Levi is wonderful, isn't he? Wolf Levi does need to make a return someday, just gotta make a hot plot for him. Nothing like Levi growling mate at us. He's such a sexy wonderful guy! Add that he's a dad on top? We've got ourselves perfection! Alright, I'm gonna stop drooling over Levi here. Now, I usually love Levi to have his wolf ears and tail out, but with this one he'll have them out to make his pups feel comfortable because they don't have control over their ears and tail yet.

Levi watched his two pups lying on the floor either side of you in a little nest of blankets. You'd clearly been running around with your son and daughter twins all morning, so when it came to the pups crashing you crashed with them.

Levi crouched down and smiled more when his pups yawned in unison, then rolled over and cuddled you. He couldn't believe how much they'd grown up and were only four. He loved how they couldn't hide their tails or ears yet, so they were out in the open. You and Levi had chosen to keep yours and his out, just so your pups felt normal.

Levi sniffed the air, then looked to you and blushed. "Hmm, heat soon." He reached over and lightly touched your cheek making you hum and wake up. "Hello mate."

You yawned making your ears shudder in such and adorable way. "Hello alpha."

Levi growled at you. "You know what those words do to me brat."

You moved your pups carefully and sat up. "I know. You called me mate, so I retaliated."

"You have a point."

You smiled at him, then cupped his face and nuzzled him making him growl in happiness. You giggled when you heard the thumping of his tail against the floor. You kissed him, then pulled back. "Could you help me put these two to bed?"

Levi nodded and scooped up his son's floppy body. "Happy to help."

You picked up your daughter and adjusted her in your arms. "They've been so hyper today."

Levi followed you and couldn't stop staring at your pretty tail. "I wonder why."

You looked back at Levi. "No idea." You lay your daughter down in her bed, then put a blanket over them. "All I know is I've been running around with them all morning."

Levi smiled at you. "You're wonderful."

You hummed a laugh. "I do what I can for our precious pups."

Levi lay his son down in his bed, then tucked him in. "You're a wonderful mother."

You smiled at him. "Thank you. What's your angle?"

Levi walked with you out the bedroom. "Nothing."

You hummed a laugh. "I've been your mate long enough to know when you want something."

He sighed and stopped in the hall. "I umm..."

You folded your arms. "You what?"

He looked at you. "I need you to stay home for the next two weeks."

You frowned at him. "Two weeks? Why?"

He blushed and looked to crotch, then your face. "Your heat is due soon."

You gasped. "Oh! Oh, well you have a point then. I'll stay at home." You let out a long sigh. "Maybe I should go back on the suppressants." You smiled when you saw Levi pouting. "I'm kidding."

He hugged you tightly. "I was going to say. We both came off them to have more pups."

You rubbed his back as you hummed a laugh. "I know. I also know I need to keep safe during my heat." You kissed his cheek, then walked to the living room. "It's a tough life being the mate of the alpha."

Levi growled, then tackled you making you giggle in delight. He attacked your neck, then nibbled and kissed where his bonding mark was on you. He lifted you up and twisted, then he slammed you against the floor on the nest you'd made for you and the pups. He leaned up and looked down at you with your ears relaxed. He smiled at you, then attacked you making you squeal in delight.

Levi kissed you roughly as he felt his desire to mate with you build up. He kissed along your jaw to your ear and spoke in-between loving kisses on your body. "I want to mate you so badly."

You sighed and wiggled under him. "Levi...alpha. Tell me what you want to do to me."

He growled at you, then leaned up on his forearms and pressed himself against your heat. "I want to fuck you so hard and roughly." He kissed you as you pawed at his back. "I want to fill you up with my cock."

You whimpered. "More."

He nipped your earlobe. "I want to knot you and fill you up with cum and make a pup."

You moaned and shivered. "Me too. I need it."

Levi kissed you roughly as his hips rolled against yours, then he stopped a moment. His ears twitched as he listened closely. He lifted his head up and looked around. "Tch, damn it."

You leaned up. "What's wrong?"

Levi climbed off you and growled. "I'll be right back."

You sat up and saw Levi crawl off leaving you alone. You sighed and puffed air at your hair. "Damn it." You sighed, then started cleaning up. You stopped when you saw your little pups helping each other down the stairs. "Hello my pups!" You lit up in happiness and all your troubles and exhaustion washed away at seeing them holding hands and walking over. "You sleep well?"

Your son nodded. "Yes mummy!"

Your daughter smiled. "Yes mummy!"

Levi shot out of the darkness and tackled his pups as he growled. "Got you!" He spun around with them and nibbled their necks making them giggle. "I thought I heard two cute pups wondering around."

You sighed and relaxed. "So that's what you heard?"

Levi held both his pups and nodded. "Yes."

You smiled at him. "Makes sense."

Levi blushed. "Sorry about leaving you after how I spoke."

You walked over and kissed Levi. "You can make it up to me later." You winked at him. "Alright pups! It's playtime with daddy! Mummy is going to nap on the sofa."

Levi smiled at you. "I got them." Levi watched you flop onto the sofa, then pass out. He looked at his son and daughter. "Time for some training with the alpha."

His son gasped. "Yay!"

His daughter stared at you. "Is mummy okay?"

Levi carried them outside into the massive garden. "Mummy is just sleepy." He knelt down, then put his kids on their feet. "She needs to sleep, then she'll play with you both. So, your mummy says you both have ants in your pants." He smiled when they giggled. "If you both have the ants, then let's get to work. You ready?"

They both jumped up and down and shouted. "Yes daddy!"

He jumped to his feet. "Alright! Let's do some training you two. Follow me and keep those knees up!" He slowly jogged around the garden with his two kids following him. "That's it! Good work!" He kept running with them, then stopped. "Next we're going to get you both nice and strong. Wait there for me, okay?" He went inside and filled up four cups with water. He walked back out and put two cups on the floor, then walked a few paces and put the other two cups down. "Okay, pick up one cup and carefully move it to the other side. Swap cups, then run back. Don't spill the water."

His daughter ran to her cup and held it in her two little hands. "Okay daddy."

His son grabbed his own and smiled. "Let's go daddy!"

Levi smiled and sat down. "We're going five cup changes. Ready? Go!" He laughed as he watched them hurry backwards and forwards with their cups of water. "One last lap!" He opened his arms. "Cup down and come in for cuddles!" He caught them and hummed a laugh. "Perfect. I'm proud of you both."

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Levi slipped out of bed, then turned and kissed your cheek making you hum in happiness. He changed his bottoms, then ran back and kissed your cheek again. He pulled on trousers, then kissed your cheek. With every item of clothing he put on, he kissed your cheek. Once he was done, he leaned over you and just covered your face in kisses.

You grabbed his cheeks with one hand and stopped him from kissing you more. You opened your eyes and smiled at him. "You're still here."

He pouted. "I wanted to say good morning."

You sat up and kissed him. "Good morning."

"You look beautiful this morning."

You shook your head, then let him go. "No flirting." You got out of bed and walked over to your clothes and started changing. "Flirting leads to mating."

He sat on the bed and watched you. "I guess it does."

You turned to him. "No guessing. It always does with me and you." You referred to your crotch. "This area is off limits this morning."

Levi grumbled. "Fine. Mean mate."

You walked over to him, cupped his face and kissed him. "I'm terrible." You sat on his thigh. "I have to take the pups to the doctor for their check up. So, I can fool around this morning." You bopped his nose. "Buuuut, we can drop them off with their uncle Erwin and auntie Hange, then we can run home and have some mating fun."

Levi lit up in happiness. "Yes! I'll come with you to the doctors. I'm not really needed this morning."

You hummed a laugh. "Good boy." You got up and walked out the room. "I'm off to get the pups."

Levi smiled, then followed you and helped his pups get ready for the day. He loved how his kids held hands as they walked with you to the doctors for a check up. The nurse took your pups to the play area as the doctor talked to you and Levi about how healthy and good your pups were, then she checked you and Levi while you were there.

Levi saw your ears perk up, then you look to the door with a look of panic. "What's wrong?" He stood up from his seat when he heard his pups being scared. "The pups."

You ran to the door. "My pups!"

Levi threw the door open, then ran ahead of you to the play area to see the nurse on the floor in pain. He saw a man tood over his pups snarling away. His daughter was standing her ground and growling as his son held his arm with blood on. Levi saw red. He launched at the wolf and rolled around on the floor with him as he tore and ripped the guy to pieces.

You ran for your pups, then scooped them both up and went to the doctor. You sat and waited as she cleaned up the scratch on your son. You welled up. "You okay baby?"

Your son nodded. "I'm okay." He said his sister's name. "Protected me!"

Your daughter smiled and patted her brother's head. "Get better." She kissed his cheek and smiled. "Magic kiss."

You wiped your tears and giggled. "Good pups."

Levi joined you in the doctor's office with the wolf's blood on him a little. "The pups okay?"

You nodded. "Our son got scratched, but our wonderful daughter protected him."

Levi ran over, then checked his pups over. "I'm so proud of you both."

His son smile. "I tried to protect sissy, but the mean man scratched me."

His daughter gasped. "So I growled and protected big brother!"

Levi hummed a laugh, then kissed the top of their heads one after another. "I'm very proud. You made me proud as your alpha, as well as your daddy." He laughed as they cheered. "I think these two pups deserve cake and ice cream, right mate?"

You nodded and smiled. "Perfect." You picked up your son as Levi picked up his daughter. "Plenty of ice cream and cake for you both brave pups." You looked to Levi. "You did me proud as well."

Levi blushed. "Anything for my mate and pups. No one can touch you, no one."

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

Second chances and unspoken promises (TH) 🔥

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Summary: three years since the fall of your secret relationship, and a journey back to the place it all started. You could be leaving even more heartbroken, or maybe the stars will align and it'll be your time.

Warnings: some angst, fluff, smut. Secret relationship. Talk of a long secret relationship during early years. Break up, slight insecurities, overall I think that's it (let me know if you see anything I didn't mention)

Additional warnings: oral (f receiving) fingering, showering together, unprotected sex (don't be silly)

A/n this took me so long to finish 🙄 but here it finally is 😁

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Your tires skidded to a stop on the blanket of white snow that led up the driveway of the large secluded cabin. The weather had progressively gotten worse from when you had first begun your drive until now, visibility dwindling quickly due to the large snowflakes fluttering down. You were sure with how heavily the snow was falling, by morning all the cars that lined the large drive would be covered. 

It had been a few years since all of you had made the journey up, everyone's life becoming jam packed, and busy. This trip itself was a last minute plan. Sam had called just a few days prior, insisting you join. Something about a dire need for nostalgia or something to the effect. 

The December's up here we're rough. Quite often having blizzards that would bury the cabin owners in for days, but even that didn't stop the Hollands. This year only the three eldest boys, and close friends Harrison Osterfeild and Tuwaine Barrett, had made the trek up, knowing the weather forecast was warning of a hefty snow storm. 

You had been coming up to the Hollands family cabin since you were a tot, when your parents would accompany you, you were on every trip, so much so you had your own room, separated from the boys as you were always the only girl. This cabin was the place you had your first kiss, the place you lost your virginity, and it was also the place your heart had been broken into a million pieces. 

You weren't sure exactly what had made you say yes, knowing the last time you stood inside the four walls, your world had crumbled down around you. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was just because you were reluctant to believe that that had really been the end.. three long years, and you were still just as in love with him as you were the first time you kissed him at only eleven, under the stairs in the potter closet. 

You took a deep breath before shutting off your engine, not actually prepared to deal with the chill that was going to take over as soon as you opened the door to walk to the boot and collect your bag. You pushed the door open, swinging your feet out to the plush snow that was still coming down, you could get your bag and run, but that ran the risk of falling on your ass and making yourself freeze, or you could just endure the two minutes max it would take you. 

You relentlessly walked to the back of the car, grabbing your heavy bag and lighter one as well before walking up the not so recently shoveled path. 

You could hear the words echoing in your head as you neared the front door. "Your not enough y/n, your not worth it," the words had shattered you, making you feel less than a dirty tissue. You stood in the door that day, as you watched the love of your life leave, destined to do spectacular things, leaving you behind and broken. The worst part? No one had ever known what had gone on between the two of you. Years, of secret meet ups, stolen kisses, and dumb excuses. 

The closest anyone had ever come to finding the truth was the winter of 2018, when Sam had seen Tom leaving your room in the middle of the night, hair a mess and sweaty as he sneaked back to his room. Somehow you had managed to convince him he had imagined the whole thing.. you still weren't sure how that had worked in your favor. 

You took the final steps to the large oak door, glancing at the slab of concrete that held each of your hand prints embedded next to your names, ordered from oldest to youngest. Toms, yours, Sam's, Harry's and then Paddy's little baby hand, him barely being a year when you had made the sweet memory.

"Alright," you whispered as you turned the handle stepping into the toasty cabin. The smell of pasta hit you instantly, something you were sure Sam was whipping up. You heard loud conversations coming from in the main family room, with light music playing in the background. You dropped your bags down next to the staircase, slipping your boots off and onto the mat, and then stripping your heavy coat off, leaving you in just leggings, a light hoodie, and your maroon beanie. Nerves picking up at this point, unaware of who was here yet, and how you would be greeted, having not seen everyone in so long. There was a pattering coming towards you as you looked over to see the grown staffy running at you. "Hi Tess," you sang as you got to her level, letting her greet you with slobbery kisses. "Missed you too darling," you told her as you scratched her head. 

"Tessa?" Tom called, rounding the corner and stopping at the sight of you with the pup, a sight he had seen before, when she was smaller, and you were his. "Hi," he whispered. 

You glanced up, smiling before getting to your feet, Tess not leaving your side. "Hi Tommy," you said, barely above a whisper. Neither of you moved, standing there just looking at each other as if you were in a standoff, waiting to see who would do or say something first. 

"Hey Tom do you- oh my god Y/n's here," Harry yelled pushing past his stunned older brother to wrap you in a long overdue hug. "Missed you kid," he told you, squeezing you too tight. 

"Harry," you giggled, swatting at his curly red hair. 

"Sorry, sorry. It's just been so long," he pointed out.

"Y/n?" Sam's voice was eager as he rounded the corner, nearly in a Sprint as he made his way to you. "God I'm so glad you came!" He screeched as he lifted you into his arms.  

"Me too," you hummed, returning the hug. 

"C'mon, let's go introduce you to everyone," Harry urged, grabbing your hand. 

"Everyone?" You asked in confusion. 

"Harrison, Tuwaine, and Sam's girlfriends," Harry told you. You nodded, not being aware there would be other girls on the trip. The news actually excited you, maybe the estrogen would calm the boys down from being so rowdy and rambunctious. 

"Grace, Molly, Clark-" Harry announced, making the three girls turn towards you. "This is Y/n y/l/n, our oldest friend,"

The three girls got up making their way to you, as the four of you exchanged pleasantries. 

"We have heard so much about you!" Gracie exclaimed. 

"I'm really glad to finally not be the only girl up here," you admitted as you were ushered over to sit with the three of them. 

Meanwhile, Tom was still standing in the front hall, not sure what to do with himself. He had thought that seeing you would be easy. You were just y/n, after all. But when his eyes met yours, the pink hue of your cheeks and nose, sent his mind rushing back to years prior, when he would pull you into the potter closet, freshly in from the snow, kissing the tip of your nose and cradling your hands as he attempted to warm you up. You would never know how much he had loved you, how much he had appreciated and cherished every stolen moment the two of you had shared together, up until the last one. The words still burned his throat, remembering the look on your face as he said them, desperate to not hurt you, but he somehow had managed to screw that up. He had just wanted to let you live your life, not following him around as his life had gotten too overwhelming, he hadn't wanted to put that stress on you, knowing you would have endured it for him, even if it killed you. 

But to see you, just a few steps from him, letting Tess slobber on you with her kisses, nose red, cheeks rosy, in your signature cold outfit, wearing his old hoodie. He wanted to take it all back, he wanted to have crossed the distance pulling you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as he whispered how badly he missed you, and then to pull away, to meet your lips with his, in a warm kiss, a kiss that would bring it all back, every broken promise, every missed opportunity, every longing feeling..

"You alright mate?" Haz asked, bringing Tom out of his head.

"M'allright," Tom lied, knowing Harrison could see right through him, he was the only one who knew, knew how desperately Tom had loved you, how crushed he had been when he called things off, how hard it had been as he walked away from who he was sure was the one. You had been his first, first kiss, first shag, first love, first heartbreak… and he desperately wanted you to be his last. Last love, last kiss, last goodnight, last person he held in his arms on his deathbed. He was sure there was no way, not with the look you had given him three years prior, tears threatening to spill over the brim of your eyes, bottom lip quivering, as you just watched him leave, watched him walk out of your life with no promise to ever return..

This was sure to be a long trip.. 

You nestled your way between Harry and Tess laying your head on Harry's shoulder with your hot chocolate in your hands listening to the conversation they were all having. The fire in the wood burning stove was blazing, radiating a heat that was warming you all to the core. Dinner had come and gone with some slight small talk, leading to everyone shifting to the family room. Sam was in the middle of telling Tuwaine something, to which you weren't paying attention when Molly asked you a question. 

"So y/n, do you have a boyfriend?" She asked, politely.  Your cheeks flushed red as you lifted your head from where it was resting on Harry's shoulder before. 

"No, no boyfriend," you told her with a chuckle.

"Really?" Grace interjected, now solely intrigued with the gossip. "How long since you had one?" She wondered. 

"Three years, actually, pretty close to the day," you took a deep breath all to aware of Tom's, eyes directly on you from across the couch. 

"Three years? Must have been some heartbreak," Clark said, a pitying look on her face. Truth be told, Tom was never your boyfriend, never having put a label on whatever it was the two of you had been doing, but she was right, it was definitely 'some heartbreak'.

"Yeah, I just wasn't enough," you said quietly, an ache in your chest knowing the man who had said those words sitting just a short distance from you. 

"No way," Clark shook her head. "He wasn't good enough for you," she shot you a sweet smile. 

"That's true," Tom muttered from where he had been sitting quietly on the couch, making all the girls turn towards him. 

"Did you know him?" Grace asked. Tom's eyes widened, realizing he had spoken too loud. 

"I- yeah," he sighed, knowing they were going to quiz him on the subject now. 

"Was he awful?" Molly wondered. 

"No, he was great," 

"He was an ass," 

You and Tom had spoken at the same time, you looked up, eyes meeting him in a lingering stare. "He was great," you repeated, not looking away from him. 

"How could you still think that after what i- he said to you?" Tom asked. With your attention fully on him, you could almost forget the others in the room with you.

"He was young, I was younger. Life caught up with us and made the fantasy we were living too real too fast, doesn't mean I have to hate him. I still love him, never stopped…" you reached next to you scratching in between Tessa's ears. "Sometimes you have to push past the hurt to try and understand other people," you whispered, not daring to look up. 

"Is he your soulmate?" Harry asked. You looked besides you, not even aware that he had tuned into the conversation. 

"I don't know," you chuckled. 

You looked across from you to see Tom's sight glued to his hands in his lap, completely unreadable.  

"Have you been with anyone since?" Grace asked, everyone turning to you. 

"Like?" 

"Sexually?"

"Oh," you felt your cheeks heat up at the question. "No actually, he's the only man I have ever been with," you admitted, making Tom's head shoot up to look at you, shock plastered on his face. 

"Three years?" Harry gasped, Dramatically sliding down as though he was wounded. "That's too damn long to not be laid," he told you. 

"I agree," Grace giggled. 

You shook your head and let out a chuckle. You had never been able to bring yourself to move on, fear that it would be betraying your heart, which clearly belonged to someone else, after so many years, it still belonged to him.. 

It was nearly two am when the welcoming conversation died down, Clark and Sam excusing themselves first, followed closely by Harry, and Then you. 

You grabbed your bags, heading up the stairs to the room that had been yours for so many years. The door creaked open, as you pushed through, dropping your bags at the end of the old bed before switching on the lamp. A picture of you and Tom neatly placed in a frame next to it. 

You could still remember the day it was taken, Niki had been following behind all of you as you hiked up the big hill to sled down. You had lost your balance, falling over and pulling Tom down with you, into a soft pile of snow. The smiles on your faces as you had been giggling were so pure, filled with love and adoration. Even Niki could see that, snapping a picture of the moment to be frozen in time forever. 

You walked over to the bed, sitting down lightly as you watched the snow fall from out the window. The view was mesmerizing. The white blanket covering the ground making it impossible for it to be dark. 

You had forgotten how at home it felt here, being where you had grown into a woman, almost every important defining moment happening within these four walls. There was a soft knock on the door. 

"Yeah?" You called out. The door creaked open, and Harrison's head peaked in. 

"Can we talk for a sec?" He asked you. 

"Sure," you nodded to him, before he finished opening the door and walking over to sit beside you.

"I know it really isn't my place to tell you this, but he loves you. He's crazy about you, and that never stopped," he looked over to gauge your reaction. 

"Haz," 

"Y/n, I know that what he did was awful, but you have to know his intentions were pure," you took a deep breath and nodded before sitting back to hear what he had to say. "You knew how busy he got during the civil war, and then with homecoming and infinity war it was even worse, he didn't want to put you through it anymore. With Endgame, and Far from home he had almost no time to do anything else. And he knew it was going to be that way, he knew he wasn't going to be able to be there for you," he explained. 

"He told me-" 

"I know. I know what he said, and I'm not saying you have to forgive him, but just know, he didn't mean it, okay?" He looked at you with his soft blue eyes, trying to fix his best friend's mess. Honestly, what Tom had done hurt you, but you knew he hadn't meant it, there was no way he had meant it. 

"Okay," you nodded. 

"Okay, got to get back to Gracie now," he told you as he jumped up and rushed out. You turned your attention back to the window, hopeful that this trip would get you answers, or at least some closure.

You opened your eyes to the splattering noise at your window. You could see the remnants of an exploded snowball splattered about. You rolled out of bed, pulling the fuzzy blanket that had been on top of you around your body as you made your way to the window. Sam was bundled up, running as Harry charged at him, a freshly made snowball in hand as Tom stood holding Tessa's leash as he watched his younger brothers goofing off. 

He glanced up to the window seeing you looking down at him and lifted his hand in an awkward wave. You giggled and waved back, walking away from the window, and making your way downstairs. The quietness of the house led you to believe everyone else was still asleep. You walked over to the still lit wood stove and tossed in a few more logs to ensure the heat would continue. 

You had never been a great cook, you were actually certifiably bad, but you still decided to go to the kitchen and begin to pull out the ingredients for breakfast. 

You were on your tiptoes about to reach the flour when you heard the front door open and felt the gust of wind. 

"What are you doing?" Sam asked casually as he walked up to the fire sticking his red hands out to get warm.

"Breakfast," you proudly stated. 

"God, no, please y/n, anything but that," Harry groaned as he made his way in. 

"Hey!" You pouted. You couldn't actually be offended, you would have probably ended up giving everyone food poisoning had you gone through with the cooking.

"Don't bully her, she's not that bad of a cook," Tom said as he rounded the corner pulling the beanie from his head to expose his crazy hair. "She makes some mean cookies," Tom reminded them. 

"Oh no," Harry groaned, falling back onto the couch. 

"Baking and cooking are two completely separate things Tom," Sam started. 

"You had to open that can of worms?" Harry asked, looking at Tom. 

"See the science behind-" 

"God! No Sam!" Harry groaned again, making a giggle erupt from your chest. 

"I want to hear Sammy, tell me," you instructed leaning against the counter. Sam shot a cocky look over to Harry before turning and lecturing you for the next thirty minutes on the differences in cooking and baking, and why chefs were not considered bakers and vice versa. By the end you were sitting at the kitchen island as Sam finished the pancakes and bacon. 

"Interesting," you mumbled as he slid a plate of food your way. 

"It truly is," he agreed. You grabbed your fork beginning to eat the food on your plate when you felt a hand on the low of your back. You glanced up with your mouth full to see Tom standing beside you, not even aware of where his hand was placed, or if he was, he wasn't showing it. "Here," Sam said as he slid the plate to him. 

"Thanks Lad," he said as he sat down onto the stool next to you, hand leaving your back as he moved it to grab his fork. He noticed the look on your face of shock. "You alright?" He wondered. 

"Uh- yeah, I'm okay," you nodded, turning your attention back to the food In front of you. 

One single touch and you were completely undone, couldn't even muster the ability to speak. What were you supposed to do for the next week and a half? You weren't sure you could manage… 

"Morning y/n," Clarke said as she walked up behind you. "Morning handsome," she said to Sam.

"Morning beautiful," he said before rounding the counter to giver a quick peck and set a plate In Front of her. "Eat," he instructed. She sat down next to you and started to eat the food. Soon enough everyone had woken up and eaten breakfast. 

"We should go up to the hot springs," Harry said from in front of the fireplace. 

"Awful idea," Harrison laughed. 

"Why?" Gracie asked suddenly. 

"The water is nice and warm, but then when you get out you're still wet and have to hike back down to the cabin, it's miserable," he explained quickly. 

She nodded, "yeah we will pass," 

"Okay," Harry shook his head, "Sam? Clarke?" 

"Yeah we will go," Sam answered. 

"Cool, y/n? Tom?" 

You glanced up from where your nose had been buried In a book having heard your name called with Tom's. "What?" You asked. 

"Hot springs?" 

"Ohh, yeah, I'll go," you sent Harry a smile and glanced over to Tom who had raised brows. 

"Count me in too," he said, not looking away from you. 

"OK, I'll go see about the other two," he announced, jumping to his feet. 

"Don't barge in Baz, you'll see something you don't want to see,"  Harrison laughed, causing everyone else to give a disgusted groan. "What? You all believe they have been "resting" all morning?" He asked. 

"No but you didn't need to say it," Clarke laughed burying her head back into Sam's shoulder. 

Everyone walked ahead of you through the soft snow. The hike up the hill itself wasn't extremely hard, but with the added difficulty of the freshly fallen snow, it seemed to be a much more daunting task. The hot springs were just a little past the sledding hill, and should have only been about a ten minute walk, but you were sure it was easily minute twenty by now. 

Tom could see you struggling, just like old times, he fell back from the rest of the group until you caught up with him. "Here," he said, offering out his arm. 

You grabbed it eagerly, as you attempted to keep your dwindling balance. "thanks," you mumbled as the two of you began to walk. 

"How have you been?" Tom asked quietly. Looking over at your rosy tinted face. 

"Alright, working a lot.. you?" You asked.

"Working," he agreed with a chuckle. 

"The Netflix film was good," you told him.

"You watched that?" He wondered. You could sense the surprise in his voice. 

"Of course Tommy, I've watched everything you have been in," you chuckled. 

You could see from your peripheral vision that his cheeks seemed to get a darker shade of red. "Your favorite?" He asked. 

"Most definitely civil war," you said. "Recognize that butt anywhere," you giggled. 

"Oh shit up," he groaned, rolling his eyes. You couldn't help the nostalgic feel that washed over you

You and Tom trailing behind, lost in your own conversation, while everyone else was way ahead, not minding the two of you. You're not sure how no one ever caught on to the two of you, you were sure, had you been an outsider looking in, it would have been painfully obvious as to what was going on. 

"You remember winter of 17'?" You asked. 

"Hard to forget, we came out here almost every day," Tom chuckled. 

"That year was a good one," you sighed. 

"Winter of 18' was pretty good though," Tom said, glancing over to you. 

"The beginning," you nodded. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" 

"It's ok Tommy, I know you didn't," you told him, a sudden sadness in your eyes as you cut him off. 

"I wish I could take it back," he whispered. 

"Do things differently?" You asked. 

"Yeah, I wouldn't have hid what we had, you deserved to be shown off to the world, not pulled into the closet Every Time I wanted to kiss you," he explained. 

"Hey," you said, "I have some of my best memories in that potter closet," you teased. 

"Yeah," Tom sighed. "I do to," 

You both walked in a comfortable silence before finally catching up with the others at the natural hot springs, the water letting off a beautiful steam, surrounded by white fluffy snow. 

"It's gorgeous out here!" Clarke exclaimed as she shimmied out of her clothes to rush into the water. 

"Not as gorgeous as you, sweetheart," Sam teased. 

"Blegh," Harry faked a gag. "Stop being so gross," he told his twin. 

"Oh, piss off Baz," Sam quipped back. 

She was right though, it was a gorgeous sight, and it brought back many fond memories to be back. 

"Ok, y/n, craziest sexual experience?" Clark asked as you all settled in the hot water. 

"What?" You asked shocked. 

"She does this, you'll get used to it," Harry told you. 

"Oh, well.. what classifies as crazy?" You asked.

"Public, secret, kinky.. whatever you can think." She explained. 

"Ok, well I guess there was this one time, up at a ski lodge. We were stopped on a trail because someone had eaten it pretty badly, and so we just went behind the trees and-" 

"Y/n!" Tom interrupted. 

You glanced over to him to see his face red in shock, and noticed the other three also had a shocked look on their faces.

"What?" You asked quickly. 

"How do you and Tom have almost an identical story?" Sam asked. 

You felt your stomach tighten up. Of course this hadn't been a new question. You should have just lied and kept the story to yourself. "I.. I don't know," you said pathetically. 

"Y/n.." Harry deadpanned. "Who was it with you at the ski lodge?" 

You felt your face flush even redder, as you didn't know what to say or how to get yourself out of this mess. 

"Oh My God!" Sam exclaimed. "I knew I wasn't fucking crazy," he announced turning to Harry. "I caught Tom sneaking out of Y/n's room one night!" 

"Wait a minute-" Tom interrupted. 

"No. No, you two were shagging," Sam accused with a bony finger pointing at Tom. 

"Sam it's not-" 

"You're not denying it?!" Harry gasped looking back and forth between the two of you. 

You sighed loudly as you looked at Tom, who looked just about as embarrassed as you felt. 

"How long?!" Sam asked. "When did it start?" 

Tom sighed before shooting you an apologetic look. "First time was in 2013," Tom said. 

"2013!? Thomas! You lost your virginity to Y/n?!" Harry exclaimed, completely shocked.

"That was after two years of a lot of kissing and hand stuff," Tom admitted. 

"Tommy!" You exclaimed, throwing him a look. 

"Let me get this straight," Harry chuckled dryly. "The two of you started to mess around at 14 and 15?" 

"More or less," you told him. 

"And you just kept it hidden?" Sam asked. 

"I mean… yeah," Tom admitted. 

"So how long did it last?" Clarke asked. 

"Until the winter after Infinity war," Tom said. 

"Thomas, that's like seven years," Sam pointed out. 

"Well if you count from the first time we kissed then-" 

"Tom stop," you instructed. "Yeah me and Tom, did things, and we hid it because we knew it would cause problems," you explained.

"For who?" Sam asked, confused.

"For us," You told him, "Tom was twenty two and I was twenty one and I told him that I would come with him, but that meant Making things real between us, and leaving the little bubble we had created, so he called it off," you explained. 

"Is that what you think?" Tom asked. 

"No, that's what happened," you told him.

"No, you had just been accepted into uni, and I had to leave for filming, and I told you I didn't want to be without you, so you offered to give up on uni. I couldn't let you do that, I needed you to live out your dream, that's why I called it off," Tom admitted.  

"What?" You asked shocked. 

"You thought this whole time I was scared to commit to you?" Tom wondered.

"Umm, yeah," you admitted. 

"I feel like this is a very private conversation," Clarke whispered to Sam. 

"Shh, it's about to get better," he told her quietly. 

"Y/n, I only did what I did because I was so in love with you," Tom whispered, as he moved closer to you. 

"Tom, you told me and I quote 'you are not enough y/n. You're not worth it'" you reminded him. 

"Only because I couldn't see any other way to get you to let me go, it was wrong, and I shouldn't have said that, because I didn't mean it…" he explained. His eyes were warm and genuine as he brought his hand up to your cheek. "The only thing I ever wanted with you was the real deal. I wanted to bring you home to my parents, even though you grew up knowing them. I wanted to have you on my arm at the premieres and at random galas I have to attend, but I knew that uni was your dream, and you worked so hard for it, I couldn't be the reason you missed out on that," he explained. 

"I graduated early," you blurted without thinking. 

"What?" Tom asked, eyebrows furrowing together. 

"I graduated last month. A year early, I got my bachelor's degree in business," you told him.

"Y/n, that is amazing," he exclaimed, pulling you into his arms. 

"Yeah, I achieved my dream," you mumbled against his chest.  

"That's so great, I'm so proud of you," he told you before Pulling back and crashing his lips into yours, for a moment you nearly forgot about the company that was with you, being completely captivated by his lips on yours. 

"I want to say I didn't see that coming," Sam chuckled. 

"I didn't," Harry admitted. 

"Awweee," Clark exclaimed. 

Tom pulled away, whispering a quick sorry before moving back to sit down, but not letting his hand leave where it rested around your waist. 

You spent the next two hours at the hot springs explaining how you snuck around for so many years without anyone finding out. 

You walked up the steps to the back door of the cabin completely frozen from your wet undergarments underneath your clothes. "I call shower first!" You exclaimed running through the door and straight through the kitchen and the living room towards the stairs. 

"Have fun?" You heard Harrison call out. 

"Frozen solid, I'll answer when I've thawed," you called back. 

You slipped your clothes off before you started the water, letting it warm up. You slipped your chilled body into the warm stream, feeling the pins and needles from the sudden temperature change. 

There was a soft knock on the door before it opened. 

"I'll be fast," you called out not knowing who had come in. 

"You're going to use all the hot water," Tom's voice teased. 

You peaked your head out the curtain seeing him leaning against the counter with a smirk on his face. "I don't take that long," you told him. 

"You know, we could just shower together, save water." He told you. 

"What an environmentalist, you are," you teased. 

"Is that a no?" He Wondered. 

"Did I say no?" You asked, feeling your stomach fill with butterflies. 

You heard him chuckle before the sound of a zipper. "Y/n?" He asked. 

"Yeah, Tommy?" You bit down on your bottom lip waiting anxiously.

"You can tell me to leave, I'd understand it if you didn't want me around," he nearly whispered, fear lacing his tone. 

"Tommy," 

"Yeah y/n?" 

"Better get in here before I use all the hot water," you quipped. You didn't have to tell him again, with one swift motion, the curtain opened just enough for him to slip into the rather small shower. His hands found your waist almost instantly, pushing your body against the cold tile, crashing his lips into yours. It was nothing new, you had done this so many times before, but there was just something different about it. Maybe it was that you hadn't been with him in three years, or maybe it was because now you weren't hiding, or maybe, just maybe, it was because life had finally aligned just right, and it was your time. 

You reached your fingers up to the nape of his neck, fingers twiddling with the curls. His fingers dug into your hips as he pushed his bare body against yours. 

Your skin burned under his touch, a fire blazing inside of you. Tom's lips moved from your mouth down to your jaw and then to your neck. 

"Y/n?" Harrison's voice called out, you hadn't even heard the door open. Tom lifted his head from your neck and you clasped your hand over his mouth. 

"Yeah Haz?" You asked. 

"You and Tom talked?" He wondered. 

"Little bit," you admitted as Tom chuckled, shaking his head. 

"Good, good. Was worried he was going to be a puss and never admit his truths to you," he said, making Tom furrow his brows together. "He can be a real div, ya know. Never knows the right thing to say," at this point you rolled your eyes knowing very well that Harrison was more than aware that Tom was in the shower with you, and was just trying to push his buttons. Which seemed to be working. Tom gripped your wrist pulling your hand from his mouth. 

"Hey mate, while I do love hearing about my flaws," tom said, "I'd really like to make up for losing the last three years here, so unless you're trying to hear that-" 

"I'm going," Harrison chuckled, exiting the bathroom in a rather quick fashion. 

"We will never live this down," you pointed out. 

"Honestly y/n, who cares," he whispered, returning his lips to your neck, sucking slightly on your sweet spot. 

Your fingers laced into his curly hair tugging lightly. "Tommy," you whimpered. 

The thing that had always been so easy between the two of you was that Tom had helped you discover yourself. Everything you had ever wanted, Tom had given you,  he was one one of the most understanding and patient men you had ever met. So as you withered away under his lips on your neck whimpering his name, he knew just what you wanted. 

He slipped his hand from where it was placed on your hip, down to your aching core. 

"Right here, darling?" He asked as he pushed his knee between your legs, giving him enough room to slip his hand between your thighs. 

"Please," you begged. His fingers slid seamlessly through your already soaking folds. 

"Always so good for me," he whispered into your ear, making your knees feel weak. 

He trailed his fingers through your folds and right up to your clit, rubbing slight circles on the little bundle of nerves. You dropped your head to his shoulder, letting out a moan. 

"Tommy- s..So good," you told him before he gently pushed a finger in. 

"Still so tight I see," he whispered, slipping another finger in. 

You lifted your head Back up, crashing your lips into his. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, and you eagerly gave him access. It was a heated mess of teeth clashing as neither of you seemed to be able to get enough of the other. Tom curled his fingers inside you, making you gasp as he found the right spot. You threw your head back, hitting the tile wall a little harder than you intended.

"Right there?" He asked. 

"Mhmm," you panted as you felt the band in your belly getting ready to snap. 

"Want you to let go, pretty girl, can you do that for me?" He asked.

His words pushed you over the edge, hips moving on their own accord as a pornographic moan left your mouth.  

"That's it my pretty girl," Tom cooed as he worked you through the high, eyes never leaving you. 

As soon as your legs quit shaking and the quiet whimpers stopped leaving your lips, Tom pulled his hand from where it had been between your legs, bringing the two fingers he had buried inside you up to his mouth and sucking them clean. 

"Christ Tom," you groaned. 

"Was that good princess?" He asked.

"So good," you nodded, pushing your lips back against his.

KNOCK* KNOCK* 

"Y/n! You're going to use all the hot water!" Sam called through the door. 

"Probably should get out," Tom chuckled. 

"Yeah," you agreed. 

You turned the water off, quickly hopping out and wrapping a towel around your wet body, Tom doing the same thing. 

You picked up your clothes before opening the bathroom door to Sam standing there, waiting. Your cheeks went rosy as you walked out of the bathroom first. 

"Sorry," you mumbled, making your way down the hall to your room. Tom stepped out with his clothes, turning down the opposite side of the hall to his room. 

"In the shower?!" Sam groaned. 

"Sorry mate," Tom chuckled. 

You got to your bedroom, dropping your soiled clothes into the hamper before rummaging around for some comfy warm clothes. You settled on an old hoodie that you had stashed in the wardrobe (you were pretty sure it was once toms) and a nice pair of fuzzy pajama pants. 

You collapsed onto your bed, hair still wet and mind going a million miles an hour. Your door creaked open, and you didn't even have to look up to know who it was. 

"You alright?" Tom asked. 

"More than alright," you answered, not even looking over to him. 

"So you graduated?" He asked. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows. "I did," you nodded. 

He nodded, a smile spreading over his face. "What are you doing now?" He wondered. 

"Haven't really decided yet," you admitted. It was the truth, you had barely moved your stuff out of your dorm and back to your parents house, you weren't sure exactly what you were planning to do. 

"Can I throw you an idea?" Tom asked. 

"Please," you giggled. 

He walked over, plopping down on your bed, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. 

"Come with me," he whispered. 

"Where?" You giggled, wrapping your fingers in his hair. 

"Anywhere, everywhere, just stay with me?" He begged. 

You leaned forward resting your forehead to his and sighing."Tommy, I never wanted to leave you in the first place," you admitted. 

"I love you," he told you, looking into your eyes, with his honey golden brown ones. 

"I love you," you whispered. Tom leaned more into you, lips searching for yours. His hands grasped your ass as he pressed your lips together eagerly. It was like he said, you had to make up for the lost three years. 

You let yourself get lost in Tom's lips, feeling like a lovesick teenager all over again. You rocked your hips against his as you kissed, feeling him growing beneath you. 

You continued your movements, pressing your core harder against his growing bulge, making him groan into the kiss. You knew what you were doing, bringing Tom to the point of no return.   

“Y/n” Tom groaned into your lips. 

“What is it, pretty boy?” you asked as you let your lips travel down to his neck, nibbling and sucking on all the exposed skin. 

“I want you,” he whispered, hands running up and down your covered back.  

“You have me,” you chuckled against his skin, “You have always had every bit of me,” Tom clutched your ass as he flipped you on your back, returning his lips to yours in a demanding, intention filled kiss. His hands traveled to the hem of the hoodie, before he pulled it up lightly. You sat up pulling it over your head and tossing it to the end of the bed. Tom doing the same with the shirt he had on, before finding his way back to your body. 

“God i have fucking missed you,” Tom groaned as he trailed his lips from yours to the valley of your breasts, pausing at each one to pay your nipples attention. You groaned as his lips enveloped the hardening bud, while he took the other in his fingers. He knew what you liked and how you liked it, and he knew how to get you right to the point he wanted… you begging for him. He moved his lips farther down your abdomen, sucking gently before making it to the bend of your pajama pants. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, shooting you a look, waiting for confirmation. You quickly nodded. He pulled the pants down your legs painfully slowly as he drank in the sight of your body. 

“So perfect,” he complimented as he took the pants from around your ankles, dropping them to the floor. He had your leg in his grasp and took the opportunity to place a kiss on your ankle, trailing them gently and slowly up your legs, making the ace you felt in your core intensify dramatically. “Oh Tommy,” you groaned as he placed a kiss on your bundle of nerves. 

“What is it, love?” He asked innocently from between your legs. 

“Tommy please,” you let out, fingers intertwined in his messy curls. “Please fuck me,” you begged. 

You saw the smirk flash across his face as he pushed himself up from in between your legs crashing his lips into yours. You reached down as you eagerly attempted to rid him of his sweats, failing miserably in the heat of the moment. “I've got it,” he chuckled as he peeled the fabric from his body, freeing his aching cock, from the hold of the fabric. Just the sight of him there, naked, between your legs, hand wrapped around his hard member was mouthwatering. 

“Ready,'' he asked as he ran his tip through your soaking folds. You nodded eagerly as he slowly sank into you, stretching you beautifully. 

Three years, but it was still like muscle memory. Your hands grasped at Tom's neck as your legs snaked around his waist. “Want me to be gentle?” He asked as he bottomed out. 

“We have the rest of our lives to be gentle,” you told him. “But right now,” you lifted your lips to his ear as you nibbled on his lobe gently. “I want you to wreck me,” You whispered, making a guttural groan leave his lips before he began thrusting into you. 

Your head fell back onto the bed as tom pounded into you, back arching from the mattress as each stroke of his cock brushed eagerly on your g spot. You could feel yourself already clenching around him. Barely any time and you were already about to give in. 

Tom's movements slowed suddenly as he brought his lips to yours and kissed you. “I'm sorry, y/n, you'll never know how sorry I am,” he whispered. 

You couldn't stop the tears from rushing to your eyes at the sentiment behind his words, knowing how sincere he actually was. 

“I forgive you Tommy,” you whispered, kissing him deeper. His movements quickened once again, as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “Tommy,” you whimpered as you felt your walls begin to clench around him. 

“Me too baby,” he groaned as you felt him twitch inside of you. You brought your lips back to him as you both fell over the edge, a beautiful symphony of pure ecstasy taking over both of your bodies. 

Tom fell beside you, arm draped over you as you both laid there, chests heaving and legs shaking. “Can't believe I lasted three years without you,” Tom mumbled. 

“I don't know how you did it,” you teased. 

“Y/N,” He said seriously. You looked at him with furrowed brows. “I was serious, come with me, be with me?” you felt the breath hitch in your throat as you watched the nervousness take over him, awaiting your answer. 

“Yes,” you whispered as your head nodded. Tom's face lit up as he pulled your body against his, lips clashing again, but in a different way, a way that felt like it would be forever. An unspoken promise being sealed between two people desperately in love after all this time. 

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[animeomegas]

How would Shikamaru and his alpha react to finding out he’s pregnant again? Like they planned on one or two and already have three and now pregnant with a fourth because their birth control keeps failing. Especially if people think Shikamaru is doing it on purpose because of his obsession.

I have a feeling that this isn't what you had in mind lol, but here we are XD

cw: abortion

"It's positive?" you asked as Shikamaru came out of the bathroom, looking exhausted.

"Yep," he said, collapsing down on the sofa next to you with his eyes closed. You heard the muffled sounds of some sort of children's toy activating as he sat on it, but you both ignored it.

"Again?"

"Yep."

"Damn," you let out a breath and sank back into the couch until you were fully reclining just like your mate.

You both sat in silence for a while as the information sank in. You already had three children, an eight-year-old daughter, and two sons, five and three respectively. Your eldest was the only one you had planned.

"What are we going to do?" you asked finally. "We can afford it money wise, but we're spread thin as it is, another baby would-"

"Stop talking," Shikamaru said firmly, stopping you in your tracks. He opened his eyes and heaved himself upright. "If you speak about it out loud, my obsession instinct might...it might..."

"It might trigger and get weird like last time," you finished in sudden realisation, remembering the way Shikamaru had switched over night from booking an abortion to being distraught at the thought and refusing to follow through. "It hasn't triggered yet?"

"No," Shikamaru said calmly. "So, I'm going to fetch a clan medic right now, just for a 'routine health check', of course. Nothing else."

He was planning to trick himself into denial long enough to have an abortion. You shouldn't be so surprised by how intelligent your mate was after all these years, but you still found yourself impressed by his quick thinking.

"Right," you agreed. "Do you need me to come with?"

"No, it's just a routine health check, there's no need," he said, calmly getting up from the sofa and walking to the door. You followed him out and watched him slip on his shoes.

Everything was moving quickly, but you felt like the quickly forming burden had just been lifted from your shoulders. You simply didn't have the time and energy to give to another pup, it wouldn't be fair on anyone.

"And after my health check," Shikamaru continued, opening the door. "I am booking an appointment to have all my problematic organs removed."

That made a lot of sense. You had already been sterilised once but the surgery had reversed itself, something you only realised when Shikamaru already had the positive test in his hand. If he simply didn't have the necessary requirements for a baby, there would be no more babies. And maybe, just maybe, you'd finally have a form of birth control that actually worked.

"I'll watch the pups, and I'll be here when you get back," you promised, trying to reassure him as best as you could without mentioning anything specific.

Shikamaru nodded, took one final deep breath, and then stepped outside, shutting the door gently to avoid waking the two youngest pups up from their naps.

You stood for a moment, processing everything that had just happened, before a wave of determination washed over you. Your mate was going through something difficult that he had to do alone, so you would do everything in your power to make sure he came home to a clean house, delicious dinner, hot bath, and a massage.

You rolled up your sleeves, energised and ready to make the most of the remaining 20 minutes of nap time. It was time to clean like you'd never cleaned before.

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

🥺 babe 🥺 bAbE

What if Jask gets sick at Kaer Morhen but tries to hide it from Geralt bc he doesn't want him to think he's gross/weak/etc? And Geralt has the Feelings Braincell for once?

oh babe... thank you

tw: sickness, falling unconscious, fever, whump/angst with a happy ending

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Jaskier knew he had a fever the moment he woke up. He could feel it burning beneath this skin like a forge, flushing his face a more vibrant shade of pink than usual. He glared at his reflection in the small, round mirror above his dressing table and willed himself to feel better. It was his first winter at Kaer Morhen, and he didn’t want Geralt to think he’d made a mistake by inviting Jaskier along to stay. The bard knew that his stoic, self-loathing Witcher would blame himself immediately for any misfortune or illness that befell Jaskier. Geralt might even reconsider inviting him back again someday. So he had to keep his little bug a secret until he was well. Surely it was nothing major. Surely it would pass after a few days, unnoticed and unremarkable.

He should have known better.

Jaskier dabbed a bit more perfume than usual (which was generally none at all) beneath his ears and along his wrists. He hoped the peony-lavender mixture would mask whatever kind of scent his illness might carry and slowly, carefully made his way down the long stone staircase that led from the guest bedroom to the enormous kitchen. His limbs felt achy and tired, even though he’d slept heavily the night previous. His head sat heavy and unbalanced atop his shoulders; the world wavered and spun around him as he desperately tried to keep from pitching sideways into the wall. 

“You alright there, boy?” Vesemir asked, catching his eye from the bottom of the stairs. “You seem a bit… nervous.”

Maybe his anxiety was doing a better job of hiding his secret than the perfume. 

“Just a little wool between my ears this morning,” the bard laughed brightly, ignoring the searing pain that throbbed through his chest with the movement, “I think I might go chop some wood and see if the brisk mountain air helps clear it out faster.”

“Hmm,” the eldest Wolf nodded sagely. There was no doubt which teacher Geralt had admired most as a pup. “Alright. Be safe, take care. I’ll send someone to fetch you when breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you, Vesemir,” Jaskier bowed shallowly and headed for the kitchen’s back door. He took the axe into his hands and tried not to sway on his feet from the added weight. The bard covered his tracks by throwing a smile back over his shoulder and pushing the door open. “See you for breakfast!”

He stepped out of the keep and let the heavy slab of wood slam shut behind him. The early morning sky above Kaer Morhen was cloudless and the sun was bright, blinding him entirely. His situation only worsened when the sudden change in temperature, from the warm kitchen to the freezing mountainside, punched the air from his lungs in one thick cloud. He struggled to regain it as he wove his way through the snow drifts to the woodpile. Slowly, and with great effort, Jaskier lined up a thick log to be split.

The world felt watery and far away. His hand, which he knew to be attached to the end of his arm by some miracle, would not obey his command to pick up the axe again. His lungs felt heavy in his chest cavity and his legs suddenly ached with a fierce intensity. 

With a quiet cry of protest against his own body failing him, Jaskier collapsed into the snow.

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Jaskier’s heartbeat was so slow and quiet, his limbs unmoving and his lips nearly blue from the cold; Geralt wasn’t sure he’d ever been so scared before in his life. He turned to Vesemir and asked, barely keeping the frantic terror from clawing its way out of his throat: “How long was he out there?” 

“Half an hour at most,” the grey Wolf shrugged. “I don’t really remember, Geralt. I was busy taking care of the breakfast arrangements.”

“Fuck!”

“Calm down,” Eskel ordered. He frowned at Geralt from his place at Jaskier’s opposite side. He’d helped carry the bard from the courtyard to Geralt’s room and was just as worried about the human’s wellbeing. “Panicking won’t help him. Now, what’s the problem?”

“It’s hard to tell over all that stupid perfume,” Lambert snarled. “Stupid fucking bard fucking knew we would be able to smell it on him. He covered his gods-damned tracks.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt murmured, having grown suddenly calm. He let the back of his knuckles drag softly across the bard’s too-hot cheek until he could stick a stray lock of sweaty brown hair back behind his ear. “You idiot.”

The bard shifted against the blanket they’d laid him on, his brow wrinkling. His arms twitched slightly, as if he was trying to move them, and he whined plaintively: “G’ralt.”

“I’m here, Jask,” the Witcher replied quickly, forgetting they weren’t alone in the room. He took one of the bard’s freezing hands into his own and began rubbing the warmth back into his fingers. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you better. You’ll be alright.”

“Who are you trying to reassure?” Lambert huffed a short laugh. “You or the bard?”

“Leave off,” Eskel shot his younger brother a glare. The redhead rolled his eyes and moved to lean against the wall near the door. Eskel continued speaking to Lambert, but his eyes were back on Jaskier, who kept trying to get closer to Geralt even in his sleep. “Why don’t you go grab some clean clothes from his room while we get him warmed up and conscious again.”

“Fine,” Lambert spat. But he took off at a quick trot, regardless.

“Geralt, get his wet clothes off and get him wrapped up. Eskel, you come with me to the kitchen. I’ll need help carrying things and I’m sure the bard would prefer some privacy in this particular matter.”

Eskel nodded his agreement and followed Vesemir from the room, leaving Geralt alone with Jaskier. The White Wolf hurried to undress and swaddle the bard with a warm, heavy wool blanket and several furs, talking all the while in a low, worried voice. “Fuck, Jaskier. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry this happened and that you- Why did you hide it? Why wouldn’t you- Are you afraid of me? Is that why you didn’t come to me for help?”

Jaskier’s lids fluttered open and Geralt watched with nervous anticipation as two of the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, blue as cornflowers and brighter than the spring sky, tried their best to focus on his face. “Geralt?”

“I’m here, Jaskier. What’s ailing you? Please, tell me how I can help you.”

“Hurts,” the bard managed to groan. “To breathe.”

“Fuck,” Geralt growled. “We need to get you warm. Lambert should be back with your clothes by now.”

Jaskier’s head lolled back against the pillow and he struggled to reach for his Witcher, “Hold me.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll warm up-” he gasped between words, as if every syllable pained him to expel “-faster if… you hold me.”

“Hmm,” Geralt’s brows furrowed in frustration. He knew Jaskier was right, that he’d feel better faster with skin-on-skin contact, but he also wanted to hold Jaskier for other, less emergency-based reasons. That was unacceptable. Losing Jaskier to death or sickness or other human reasons was intolerable but losing him, in all senses of the word, because of Geralt’s impossible feelings? That would be truly horrendous.

The warring factions of his heart were still clamoring over a decision when Eskel and Vesemir re-entered carrying two large trays. One was covered with foodstuffs and the other held an enormous clay teapot and mugs. A small pot of honey, gathered from Vesemir’s very own beehives, was the most obvious sign of affection Geralt had ever seen the older man display for a near-stranger. 

“I’m gonna… get… spoiled,” Jaskier gasped. The eldest Wolf shot Geralt a glare. 

“Why aren’t you in there with him? You know the best way to warm up a hypothermic person is skin contact, Geralt! I certainly taught you better than this.”

“I didn’t-” he stuttered. “I wasn’t-”

“He’s afraid,” Jaskier smiled sadly, cuddling himself deeper into the furs as he turned his gaze towards the fire. All three of the Witchers could smell his sadness, even more potent than the illness ravaging his delicate human body. Geralt winced when his brother and father glared at him in tandem, expressions nearly matching in fury. The bard was still looking away, watching the flames send dancing patterns of light against the stone walls. “Don’t worry… won’t ask… for any more.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt whispered, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. “May I hold you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s our cue to leave,” Vesemir smiled beneath his mustache. Jaskier was too tired to blush, and opted to bury his head in Geralt’s shoulder instead. “Come along, Eskel. Let’s see what Lambert has gotten up to.”

“What about Jaskier’s clothes?”

“He can borrow Geralt’s for now. I’m sure our White Wolf won’t mind sharing; he’s the possessive type, after all.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and grumbled out of habit more than disagreement. 

When Vesemir and Eskel had gone for good and the door was closed, Geralt pulled Jaskier out of the furs and removed his own shirt. He settled the bard against his chest and buried his nose in Jaskier’s dark hair, breathing in the scents of sweat and sickness and now, thank the gods, tangy-bright happiness. “Gods, Jaskier. Don’t scare me like that ever again. I can’t lose you.”

“I didn’t… want… to disappoint.”

“You never do and never will,” Geralt intoned. He pulled the furs over them both and splayed his large hands across Jaskier’s back. The bard’s skin was overly hot in some places and freezing in others; Geralt buried his panic in order to care for... for the man he loved. He took a deep breath and rubbed slow circles between the bard’s shoulder blades. “I… I love you, Jaskier.”

“Hmm,” the bard hummed tunelessly. “Love you… too.”

Geralt helped him sit up and drink a mug of tea. He listened, slowly allowing himself to relax, as Jaskier’s breathing eased and his heartbeat balanced. When the tea was gone and the fire was re-built to Geralt’s satisfaction, the Witcher tucked Jaskier’s head beneath his chin and wrapped his arms around the bard’s shoulders. “Oh, my little lark. I’ve been so foolish for too long.”

“Yeah,” Jaskier grinned into the Witcher’s warm pectoral. “Me... too.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of time when you feel better,” Geralt murmured, lips pressing over and over to the top of the bard’s head. Jaskier couldn’t keep himself from smiling, even as he drifted back to sleep. The Witcher felt something settle in his chest when he whispered: “Rest up, dear heart. There are many more adventures to be had.”

[goddessofroyalty]

Prompt based off the recent post about Silco's pregnancy w/ Claggor; Viktor meeting Singed when he's brought to a watering hole in the fissures by Silco, then Silco going into SUPER overprotective mommy mode cus his kid just started chatting to this weirdo recluse in the middle of a cave. Idk when u headcanon Singed and Silco meeting, if they knew each other beforehand so Silco would actually be chill with him being around his kid, but the thought of Silco being super overprotective despite being achey and tired and weighed down by unborn baby Clag, he's still violently overprotective of his little Vik and literally ready to start a fight is very amusing to me. People always talk about Alpha's being the protective ones but I think all Omega's, especially Silco, would go absolutely insane if they thought someone was out to hurt their pups. Anyway that's my hot take, if this interests you pls write it, Please and thank you, have a good day and night

So two quick things

We’re all just ignoring the fact Viktor is acting more like the 10ish he is in the canon when this moment happens and not the 6ish he is in this verse.

The next time Silco meets Singed is when Singed saves his life after the attack that leaves Silco with his eye-scar. 

Tags: omegaverse, mpreg

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Silco steps into the cool water and knows he’ll have to thank the person who told him about the spot.

The clearest water in Zaun they had called it. And while it certainly wasn’t pure and likely more contaminated than anything in Piltover it did live up to that claim.

He sinks into the natural pool with a sigh. The weight of his stomach relieved somewhat by the buoyancy of the water. Still about three months to go and he already feels ready to deliver. Viktor might have taken after his own slight frame but he just knew this pup was going to be all Vander in proportions.

Speaking of their eldest, Silco looks up at his first pup still standing on the rocks by his side, cane gripped in one and the boat his son had been working on for weeks now clutched against his chest with the other.

“Go on,” Silco says with a nod towards the sounds of giggling children further along the pools. “You can go play.”

He isn’t going to demand Viktor just stay and watch his Dam try and relax the stress of the pregnancy and trying to carve out an independent Zaun away. Not when they are in the relatively safe open air and the only people around other pups and their parents. Viktor smart enough to stay out of what trouble that might be found here.

Viktor hesitates. Silco’s pup not the most sociable especially among his peers.

“You wanted to test out that boat you build didn’t you?” Silco asks, changing tactics.

“Yeah. I followed the instructions but I changed the angle of the paddles so it should be able to handle the thicker water,” Viktor explains, looking a bit more animated now he is talking about his work.

Silco smiles at it. Their boy isso clever and passionate about his little inventions. He will be able to do great things when he is older. Assuming he is given even half the chance of the most simple child of Piltover.

“Why don’t you go find where the current is strong? Test it against the hardest odds.” Silco knows his pup will be fighting in every aspect of his life. He might as well start getting used to it when the battle is just a hand-made boat against the waves.

Viktor hesitates again and Silco wonders if maybe he should have left him with Vander despite the fresh air being good for him.

“I’ll come find you when it’s time to leave,” Silco promises and that seems to be finally enough to get Viktor to leave his side.

Silco watches as his son works his way over the uneven ground carefully. Holding his boat as if it is precious as he heads towards the source of the streams that feed the pools. Silco only relaxing back down once his son is out of sight.

Silco settles in the water, rubbing over his already huge stomach. Vander’s shirt, he had taken to wear after his own stopped fitting him, floating above it from the water.

“If you could take after your brother a little it would be appreciated,” he tells the pup he’s carrying despite knowing he will love them no matter how they turn out to be. Loves them already despite how heavy they are thanks to their sire’s genetics and how ready he already is for the pregnancy to be over as a result.

The light waves lap against his chest as Silco tries not to think about Enforcers or smuggling operations or which gangs they still need to get on their side. Their work never ending even while a new member of their family grows within him.

The sun is starting to set when Silco decides it is time to return back home and to his responsibilities.

He regrets the decision as soon as he pulls himself from the water. The weight of the pup in him settling back onto his body causing his spine and hips to protest.

“We need to find your brother,” Silco reminds them as he presses back against the pup’s foot that is trying to push out of his stomach.  

He waits until the pup settles again before heading towards where the pups tend to gather to play.

“Are you looking for someone?” one of the omegas asks him. A young pup comfortably asleep on her lap.

“My son – brown hair, walks with a cane. He had a toy boat with him.”

“Yes, I remember him. He’s a cute pup that one,” the omega says and Silco is torn between pride at the compliment and his and Vander’s pup and protective fear that the other omega might want to steal or harm his son. “He went into the caves following that boat of his.”

“Thank you.”

“If you want I can get my eldest to go get him for you. I know how hard it can be to chase after one while you got their sibling in you,” the omega says with a nod to Silco’s stomach, even more on display from how his soaked clothes cling to his frame.

“I will be alright.” If Viktor can navigate the caves than Silco should be able to even with his temporary additional weight.

“Alright,” the omega says, before her attention is dragged back to her own pups. Calling out to them to stop trying to drown each other.

The ground of the cave is slippery from the polluted water that laps against the rocky shore of the river that runs through it. Silco having to be careful in his steps because he knows he won’t be able to keep his balance if he loses his footing.

Hopefully Viktor hadn’t slipped and hurt himself because there is no way Silco would be able to carry his pup in his own current state.  

He makes it to an opening in the cave filled with purple glowing flowers. Viktor is sitting on a rocky mound in the center, thankfully fine, but not alone.

There is a creature sitting at Viktor’s side, eating the flowers from Viktor’s hand. And there is a man watching over them.

“Viktor!” Silco calls, making both Viktor and the strangle startle.

His son scrambles to grab his can and get on his feet to face him. And perhaps Silco would feel guilty for giving his pup a fright if his safety wasn’t much more important right now.

The stranger glances between them as Silco moves to get between him and his pup.

“You must be his mother,” the stranger says. His word choice making it clear he is from Piltover.

Silco ignores him for now. Running a hand through Viktor’s hair once his pup as at his side to reassure himself that at least for now his son is unharmed and unstolen.

“Wait for me outside.” Silco instructs Viktor.  

“Dam, I-“ Viktor starts. An excuse or defense Silco doesn’t know nor care.

“Outside Viktor,” Silco repeats. His tone making it clear that it is not up for discussion or debate.

Viktor glances back to the stranger before going. Making his way out of the cave carefully.

It is only when he is gone that Silco turns his attention fully to the stranger. The man is clearly tall even as he kneels at the creature’s side but he looks even thinner than Silco is even when he doesn’t have the additional weight of pregnancy on him. If it was normal circumstances Silco is sure he could easily take him in a fight but he is far from his physical best, as his unborn pups shifting inside him reminds him.

He should have had Vander come with them.

“What do you want with my son?” Silco asks, keeping his head up even as he rubs along where his unborn pup presses against him to keep the pup calm. The stranger does not need to know he is not full confident in his ability to protect either of his pups if needed.

“He wanted to help me care for Rio,” the stranger says standing up. The creature that had been next to him suddenly scurries away at the movement. Heading deeper into the caves and not outside where Viktor is thankfully. “I did not think there was any harm in letting him.”

Silco watches the stranger cautiously as the man kneels to scoop the boat Viktor built up from where it was floating in the pool at the center of the cave. He twists it around in his hand as if examining it.

Silco shouldn’t have encouraged Viktor to take it to the stronger currents. Should have kept his pup by his side where he could keep an eye on him.

“Your son is exceptionally bright for his age,” the stranger says walking over.

Silco shifts to a more defensive position. Keeping watch for any sign of attack either from the man or his creature wherever it now is.

“You must be incredibly proud of him.”

“I am.” Despite being born in the lowest part of Zaun where the pollution was thickest Viktor had a mind far sharper than most of his peers. And he already had a clear want to use his intelligence to help better the lives of everyone in Zaun.

The stranger continues to consider the boy boat, twisting it in his hand as if to look at it under the different light.

“You are not going to continue getting my son to help you,” Silco informs the stranger, keeping his face controlled despite the pup inside him kicking against his bladder. He will of course be talking to Viktor about it as well. Remind his pup that the world is a dangerous and often cruel place and trust something that should be rarely given and difficult to earn.

The stranger turns his attention onto Silco at it. Examining him with the same interest as he gave Viktor’s boat.

Silco knows he hardly looks threatening now. Heavily pregnant and in water-drenched clothing. But he meets the stranger’s gaze, refusing to show any weakness.

“And what will happen if I was to continue allowing him to assist me?”

“The only part of you or your work that will ever be seen again is what washes up on the shore of the Pilt or is caught in the fishing nets.” Silco would make sure he at least was the one to end the stranger’s life even if he would need at least his mate’s help in the rest of the disposal.

The stranger doesn’t seem surprised at the threat so perhaps Silco did still come across as dangerous despite his current pregnancy.

“I understand how much you want to protect your child,” The stranger says holding out Viktor’s boat for Silco to take. “But you must allow your children to find their own way in the world or else they will not grow to their full potential.”

“If I wanted parenting advice I would have asked,” Silco says, holding his sons boat close with his hand not curled around his stomach to keep his unborn pup settled. What would a recluse from Piltover even know of raising children in Zaun? “You are not to even look at my son again.”

“Alright. I will not approach your son,” the stranger says. “But what do you want me to do if he decides to return himself?”

“He won’t.” Silco will make sure of it.

The look the stranger gives him seems a mix of curious and doubtful.

“You have raised a bright child. Perhaps you should trust in his judgement a bit more.”

[strawberry-car]

Dean Winchester x GN! Reader

I wrote this on Wattpad at 2am while binge watching the Hobbit and it originally starred myself.

This is also like, a shift in writing style from my Howl x M! Reader one but that will happen throughout my stories. I also haven't gotten any requests yet so this will have to do for now.

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Gender Neutral Reader

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Genre: Fucking smut.

And before we get started, keep in mind that this probably sucks but I did write this as 2am while watching the Hobbit and having my brain go "Hey, Thorin and Bilbo. Ship it." throughout the whole thing so ya.

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A Trickster, or as their more commonly known, (Y/N) stood in the small, not-really-a-kitchen, kitchen of the latest motel the Winchester boys were currently frequenting, a cherry lolly staining their lips as it clicked against their teeth.

The lock on the door clicked open and the hinges squeaked slightly as the brothers walked in, discussing the latest job. They stopped dead when they saw the (H/C) haired trickster in the room. "Heya boys." They grinned, their (E/C) eyes sparkling in the afternoon sun that filtered through the curtains. "(Y/N)." Dean said, his voice hinting at annoyance. "What now, (Y/N)? We're a bit busy right now." Sam said, a small smile on his face. "Ah, already used to my antics 'cause of Gabe? Since we're so alike?" (Y/N) joked, sarcasm lacing their voice.

Sam shrugged. "At this point, yes." (Y/N) rolled their eyes. "Well then, I'll leave you to it. Though I'm not leaving. Ima stay." Dean audibly groaned. "What? Don't like me, Dean-o?" They pouted. "No. I don't. I hate you Tricksters." He said, popping open a beer. (Y/N) was then suddenly inches away from the males face. "Your eyes are pretty. Anyone ever tell you that, Puppy?" They whispered lowly. The red that blossomed on Dean's cheeks was unmistakable. (Y/N) grinned and slipped the lolly from their lips and into the eldest's mouth. "Later, Pup." They winked before disappearing into the stuffy air of the crappy motel room.

Dean didn't move for a moment. "You good, Dean?" Sam smirked. "Shut up."

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(Y/N) sat with their back against the headboard of the bed, sucking on cherry flavoured hard candy and staring at the water damaged ceiling. The door opened and they didn't shift their gaze. "Oh, crap, I forgot I had something I needed to do. Like, right now." Sam said, quickly leaving and closing the door behind him. "Sam-" Dean sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Hey Puppy~" (Y/N) purred. They stood and walked over to Dean. "What do you want, (Y/N)?" The eldest sighed. (Y/N) looped their fingers into Dean's belt loops and pulled him closer.

"Isn't it obvious?" The Trickster muttered, their candy stained lips a whisper away from pressing against the Winchester's. "But first, can I have what I want, Dean? Consent is important, Puppy~" Dean's face showed no emotion except for the bright red that covered it. He turned his head before nodding hesitantly. "Lovely. Let's get started, shall we hot-stuff?~" Their shift in tone startled Dean, and he wouldn't lie, it was a bit hot.

In an instant, Dean was on the bed, flat on his back with (Y/N) sitting on his thighs. The (H/C) haired Trickster leaned down and kissed the older. The kiss was full of lust and passion. Full of tongue and teeth. And when (Y/N) pulled away, Dean almost whined.  (Y/N) grinned, snapping their fingers. They stripped them both down to their underwear. "You ready, Puppy?" (Y/N) purred, slipping down the fabric agonisingly slow. "God, yes." Dean muttered breathily.

(Y/N) stroked Dean's cock, beads of pre-cum slipping through the slit. (Y/N) lowered them-self onto the older's member. "Hngh~! Oh fuck, Puppy feels so good inside me!~" (Y/N) moaned, grinning at the sound that came out of Dean's mouth at that sentence. (Y/N) lifted them-self up, almost completely off before sliding back down, faster than before. They did this again. And again. Until they were practically bouncing on the Winchester's dick. "Ngh~ Hah~! Fuck, Puppy! Your dick is so good- Aaaah~!!" (Y/N) almost screamed when Dean hit that special spot. "Right fucking there, Puppy!~ Fuck yes!~"

"Oh, Pup, you look like your having fun~" (Y/N) purred, slowing and looking down at the look of pure pleasure on the face of the man they were riding. "I know your close, love. Do you wanna cum? Do you- Eep!" (Y/N) squeaked in surprise as Dean suddenly flipped him over. "D-Dean..?" They muttered, looking up at the Winchester's darkened green eyes.

This time, (Y/N) did scream. Dean pounded into the Trickster, bathing in the younger's screams of pleasure. (Y/N) came. And came again. And again. Dean didn't stop until he himself came, filling (Y/N) to the bursting point.

"Now, Puppy," Dean said lowly, "How was that?" (Y/N) couldn't speak. "Ill take it that you liked it just as much as I did."

[angrybell]

We not had him for two and a half years.

He wasn’t a Covid dog. He arrived about two weeks before everything went to hell.

I didn’t want him at first. I fought against getting a dog for at least six years. Then, one Sunday, my wife left me working on a project she wanted done to the house and took the kids out. Shopping she said. They returned with him a few hours later. The trip had been to the animal shelter. He ended up with us because he walked up to my eldest and sat in her lap and fell asleep.

When he was a pup and was driving my wife nuts, to the point she thought we should find him a new home, I was the one who ended up deciding there was no way he would be re-homed.

He was a diva. He would not eat almost anything that was not made by my wife or myself. And it had to be hot.

The only exceptions were rotisserie chicken from Costco or puppy patties from In N Out.

He rejected the original bed we got for him, preferring my wife’s pottery barn blanket. At least until it was time for me to crawl into bed. He would then get up and get into bed with my wife and I.

He was forever trying to catch the invaders of our yard. This included the time he almost got ambushed by two raccoons and we had to save him.

He came everywhere we were allowed to bring him. That included the time we ran out of gas in Nevada. He got to chase tumbleweeds for a while.

He had a group of dogs that he was walked with. He was the smallest of the group but loved to play with the big dogs. His best friend in the group was Zoe. The only time he ever ate when we had to leave him with the dog walker, because we were going somewhere we couldn’t take him, was the time Zoe was also being cared for by the walker while her family was away.

On Labor Day, he had the best day at the beach. He was chasing balls and playing with the other dogs.

A few hours later, after we’d gotten home. His hind legs were mostly paralyzed. I can’t remember what the condition is called but basically he got the severe version. The vet told us it might get better after the initial visit.

It didn’t. It got worse. And he was in so much pain and we couldn’t do anything to make it less or go away.

So today I had to dig his grave and bury him n his favorite blanket.

I didn’t want a dog in the first place. And now I’m sobbing when the kids aren’t around because he’s gone.

I miss him.