#Omega would give the best hugs and I do make the rules

[ghcstcd]

Out of my way, Alessandro. I'm after that big demon behind you

[yandere-fics]

Kass x Alpha darling. Enjoy

Here you were again, drinking away the stress of today and wishing you weren’t you. You knew she would find you eventually, but you’d like to finish your first drink before she did. “Lovely?” And there she was, you felt her hand on your shoulder as she gripped you tightly. “Lovely, did it happen again?” You gave a nod before setting down your drink and turning around to hug her. Kass knew you well enough and kept constant communication with you, she always knew if something went wrong when you didn’t answer. “Lovely, let’s go back to my place. We can cuddle and you can tell me about your day.” You gave a nod as she placed some money on the bar counter and downed the rest of your drink. She was your pillar and you loved her for it.

Kass carried you into her apartment and sat down with you on her lap, you nuzzled into her embrace as she smiled. Every time you did this song and dance, you cried and complained about how hard it is to be an alpha. The bills, the working, the stress, you hated all of it and Kass was always there to comfort you when it became too much. She was the best soulmate you could ask for. She rubbed your back gently as your crying slowly stopped, cupping your chin and making you stare into her eyes. “It’s okay Lovely, I’ll always be here for you no matter what. Why don’t you stay over tonight?” You gave a nod and she kissed your forehead, this was going to be your first time staying and you were quite happy she brought it up.

She had put on a trashy romance movie while you watched from her lap, her arms wrapped tightly around you and making you feel better. “Kass… Can I ask you something?” You felt her lips on your neck, you knew you didn’t have to ask but did it anyway. “Of course Lovely, what’s on your mind?” You thought about how to bring up the topic, but figured it’d be fine. “Is it okay for me to wish I was an Omega instead of an Alpha?” This was what Kass was waiting for, your inevitable desire to become an omega and to give up on being an Alpha. “Of course it’s okay, Lovely. Being an Alpha isn’t for everyone, and I think you’d make an adorably sweet little omega.” You gave a nod as she kissed your neck again, you wanted to stop being an alpha and who better to confide in but Kass? “I think I’d prefer being an Omega, your omega… I really don’t want to be an alpha.” This was what Kass needed.

“I can bitch you, turn you into my omega. You’d only ever have to obey my rules and be your adorable little self.” Her offer was desirable, simple. It sounded like the perfect life for you, so easy… “You’d do that for me? You’d make me your omega?” Kass squeezed you as she kissed your neck. “Of course I would Lovely. I’d do anything for you.” You nodded. “Please make me your omega-“ You didn’t even notice how quickly she moved to get you both into the bedroom and have you laying on her bed. “Kass? Were you expecting this?” She only gave you a smile. “Lovely, it’s always been obvious that you should have been a sweet little omega. You really never were cut out to be an Omega, but I was more than happy to wait patiently until you asked.” You pulled her into your embrace with a smile. “Thank you… Thank you so much…”

She had stripped you bare and positioned her head between your legs as you sat at the edge of her bed. “I’m going to prep you before I bitch you, I don’t want you to hurt too much, Lovely.” Your legs almost slammed into Kass’ head when she started eating out your pussy, but she held them still in her grasp. “Kass! Your tongue…” This was your first time with Kass and she was quite good with her tongue, fuck you needed more of her. Kass was enjoying the sight of her mate squirming and moaning, she was quite pleased with herself that her patience had paid off so well. You’d soon be her little omega, never allowed to leave the apartment without her. You’d be so obedient for her, and she’d absolutely pump you full once your heat came up. You’d finally given her everything and she was happy for it.

When Kass pulled away, you couldn’t help but whimper and whine. “No! Please don’t pull away! You felt so good.” Kass caressed your cheek. “Don’t worry Lovely. I’m only pulling away so I can bitch you.” You felt her cock prod your waiting pussy, it felt much bigger than yours which made you wonder if you could take her. “Brace yourself lovely, I’m going to enter you.” You gripped the sheets as she thrust inside you, she felt so big and you swore she almost split you in half. She cupped your cheek and kissed you. “I know it hurts lovely, but I prepared you as best I could. Alpha’s don’t normally get attention there, so you might feel some pain and discomfort.” You gave a nod as she pulled back before slowly thrusting back in. Kass was going to be gentle for your first time, but once you were her omega you’d be fair game.

Her kisses on your neck were so delightful, especially as she groped your breasts. Every time she placed a kiss she also grazed you with her teeth, waiting for the right moment to bite down and make you hers. The stimulation was euphoric and wonderful, you should have asked for this so much sooner. “Daddy please… I need your knot…” Kass enjoyed hearing that. ‘Daddy’ had such a nice ring to it, especially when you called her it so sweetly. How could she refuse you when you needed her knot? She became much rougher and you felt her preparing to sink her teeth deep into you, you’d be hers in but a moment. As she shoved her knot inside and bit down, you couldn’t help but cum on her knot. You were hers now, you belonged to Kass. You wrapped your arms around Kass as she began to pump you full, by morning you’d be her perfect, happy little omega. You’d never have to worry about alpha things again.

Kassien is just the sweetest making sure you don't have to worry about alpha things again.

[silverynight]

Comfort omega

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Chapter 10

When Izuku opens his eyes again, he realizes he's smiling... He feels well rested too, surrounded by Baku–Katsuki's scent. The hoodie is also very comfortable and soft; Izuku is constantly rubbing his cheek against one of the sleeves.

With the grin still on his face he rises from his nest to drink some water and make himself breakfast. A giggle escapes from his lips as he remembers the morning Katsuki made breakfast for him.

He shouldn't be thinking about that, he's not sure why at the moment (his inner omega just wants his alpha there) but he's sure it's important.

The omega happily chooses something from the basket Aoyama said Katsuki prepared for him. His alpha is very considerate... He thought about Izuku and wanted to make sure he had enough food during his heat.

An involuntary whine is what it takes for Izuku to realize that he wants Katsuki to be there with him. His inner omega is taking control, which is always a bad thing.

He shakes his head, forcing himself to think about anything that's not his pro hero. Izuku knows the right thing to do would be to take the hoodie off and hide it somewhere so he can't smell it anymore, but the alternative is feeling cold, lonely and restless again so he refuses to do that.

Purring, he rubs his nose against one of the sleeves again, closing his eyes, telling himself that it's okay because Katsuki is his friend. Despite being really good at controlling his inner omega, Izuku purposely ignores the rational part of him that tells him he's making a mistake.

It's alright, his heat won't last much longer anyway (thanks to the strong suppressants). Besides, Izuku is sure everything will be back to normal after that.

There's nothing to worry about.

***

The next time he sees Aoyama he's himself again. He's a little bit embarrassed, especially when his friend returns him the phone and tells him to call Todoroki because he's been trying to communicate with him.

Izuku is wearing his own clothes now; the nest is gone and his house is the same as it was before his heat. He blushes to the tip of his ears as he folds Katsuki's hoodie and considers washing it even though the alpha asked him not to.

He shouldn't have asked for his hoodie in the first place. He shakes his head and takes his phone instead to answer Todoroki's multiple texts and asks him to meet him outside of work; he really seems worried about Izuku.

They meet outside the building before it's time for Izuku to log in the system. He takes a deep breath and thinks about what he's going to say to the pro hero.

"Listen... I know you're angry because I fought Bakugo inside the agency, but I... It's not going to happen again. I just wanted to protect you."

Todoroki is looking at the ground, embarrassed, so he can't see the confusion and the alarm all over the omega's face.

"I didn't... know. Can you tell me what happened?"

Looking like he's regretting it already, Todoroki nods before telling him he told Katsuki something about hurting Izuku before the other alpha tackled him to the ground.

He told him about how Aizawa managed to make them both stop.

So... They both could've lost their jobs because of him. All because of Izuku.

"I think... I think you should ask one of my coworkers to comfort you from now on, pro hero Shoto," Izuku mumbles, internally scolding himself for not following the rules better. This is obviously his fault.

"No, wait... Midoriya–"

"I won't change my mind. I'm really sorry, pro hero Shoto. Now if you excuse me, I have to go to work."

Aoyama notices something's wrong right away, but Izuku doesn't think he's ready to talk about it at the moment. He tries to focus on his job, but he feels like he's not giving his best.

He's just thinking about what he's going to tell Katsuki.

Izuku has made a lot of mistakes. Now that he thinks of it, he surely crossed the line of their friendship a couple of times.

He needs to see him as soon as possible. After giving one last hug to the pro hero in front of him and taking her to the paramedics, Izuku takes his phone and sends a text to Katsuki.

He's going to see him that night.

"Mon ami, I know that face," Aoyama sits next to him in the break room before taking Izuku's hand. "You're about to do something stupid."

"Maybe this is the smartest decision–"

"Izuku, don't try to sabotage yourself just because you're afraid of happiness," Aoyama mumbles suddenly surprising and confusing him at the same time. "You do deserve nice things, you know..."

Blushing, the green haired omega moves away, feeling irritated and almost scared of what Aoyama is saying... He obviously doesn't know what he's talking about.

"This is not about that!" Izuku says defensively, feeling like he needs to justify himself even though his friend doesn't know what's actually going on. "I made a mistake! And I need to fix it!"

"Following your heart is not a mistake..."

Izuku shakes his head, rising from his seat. However, he tries to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry... I have to go."

***

He's pacing inside his apartment, looking at the hoodie on the couch and seriously thinking about cleaning it up... His inner omega protests every single time, although that's probably proof enough to know that's another mistake.

However, the knock at the door tells him it's probably too late now.

Katsuki's smile is almost blinding as soon as he sees him, it makes Izuku's heart beat faster. The omega doesn't smile back though, instead, he hands him the hoodie back.

"Thank you... I... It helped a lot," the omega stammers.

When the alpha nods and puts it on immediately, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to smell Izuku's scent on it, his inner omega purrs in delight.

Which is another mistake. No wonder Katsuki's alpha is confused... Izuku took advantage of his friendship and ruined it.

"I know you fought Todoroki... because of me," Izuku mumbles, blushing to the tips of his ears.

"Listen, Izuku–"

"I'm sorry, Kacchan."

"Huh, what are you sorry for? I'm the one who almost got suspended because I couldn't control myself and–"

"Exactly," Izuku nods, noticing how Katsuki starts getting irritated and puzzled at the same time. "Your inner alpha is... confused. I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't have been so... careless around you. And I obviously made it worse by asking for your hoodie. I think we should... take a break from... each other."

There are a lot of emotions written all over Katsuki's face, but Izuku only recognizes pain and a little bit of anger.

"It's... okay if you don't want to be my friend anymore, if you don't even want to see me again..."

"I didn't say that, I just think that some time apart will help your alpha–"

"As I said," Katsuki cuts him off, closing both his hands into fits and trying to stop himself from shaking. For a moment Izuku thinks he's furious, but then he notices the single tear rolling down his cheek. "It's fine if you don't want to see me. But don't you dare tell me that what I feel, what I want is not real. I'm not confused and I'm not letting my instincts speak for me. That has never been the case when it comes to you."

"But, Kacchan..."

When Katsuki looks up at him, the anger and irritation are completely gone, there's just so much pain in his eyes, which is even worse.

"This is real, Izuku. I want to be your friend, but I also want something more... And nothing is going to change that," he mumbles, voice shaking a little. "If you feel like you're confused or you don't know what you want, that's okay too."

"No, Kacchan... This is not about me..."

"It is," the alpha insists, making Izuku gasp. "Because I'm sure about my feelings. And you're not."

A couple of tears escape from Izuku's face then. Katsuki takes a couple of steps closer, but he stops before actually touching Izuku and it hurts the omega like a deep cut. But maybe that's for the best because he only hurts the people around him and causes them trouble.

"I still want to be with you... So when you are ready, if you realize you want the same... You know where to find me."

"The s-same?" Izuku stammers, feeling embarrassed by the sound of his own voice.

Katsuki chuckles then, even though he's still hurt and in pain. His expression turns really soft and the fond smile on his face is enough for Izuku to finally see what's going on even before the alpha says it.

"I'm in love with you, you oblivious nerd!" He blurts out, a little bit frustrated before he smiles softly again. "Goodbye, Izuku."

As soon as the door closes, Izuku curls up on his couch and starts sobbing.

***

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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 42 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

On the weekend I wake up from a horrible nightmare, so shaken I take over an hour to recover, downing my pills when I realize I've been forgetting to take them.

My hands are trembling so much that I drop the mug of tea I made and it shatters all over the floor.

I nearly break down right there but instead I hold in my tears, willing myself to stop being a fucking crybaby over the most minor inconveniences

.As I'm cleaning up the mess Lylah texts me, asking if her and Wren could come over today.

I look around at what a mess the place has become but then I sigh.

Maybe some social interaction will do me good.

I text her back saying sure.When Wren and Lylah come over Lylah envelopes me in a big hug.

"How's my hoe doing?" She squeals, squeezing me tight and lifting me up so my feet leave the ground.

I let out a soft huff of amusement as she sets me back down, giving them both a faint smile.

"I'm okay."

They exchange looks with each other, obviously not believing me.

"Well, I brought some cookies for us to bake. Why don't we pop them in the oven and have ourselves a fun little movie day?"

She wiggles her eyebrows at me, shaking the cookie kit box in her hands.

"That sounds great."

We pause the movie once the cookies are done, taking a break to have a snack.

As I bite into the warm chocolate cookie, I nearly start to cry, remembering the times Daemon would cook for me or get me snacks.

He made the best snacks...

"Do you still have that shirt of mine you borrowed?" Lylah asks from over by the staircase.

"Oh yeah, it's in my room," I say, instantly regretting as I watch Lylah bound up the stairs.

"W-wait. I can get it for you."

I run after her, clambering up the stairs to find her standing at the door of my room, eyes wide.

"Girl...this is..." she says and Wren comes up behind us, all of us looking in.

My bed is covered with every single item of Daemon's I could find. His jacket, his clothes. His belt. Even his deodorant bottle.

Do I cry myself to sleep in that pile of him every night?

Yes I do.

My face burns with embarrassment and I push past Lylah, sitting on the bed in defeat.

I must look pathetic to them.

They notice the sad expression on my face and Wren comes over, sitting beside me.

"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed about. Lots of omegas make nests when they miss their alphas. It's completely normal," he reassures me, rubbing a hand up and down my arm.

"Hmph," Lylah crosses her arms, looking angry. "But that bastard doesn't deserve a nest, does he?"

"Lylah." Wren gives her a stern look but she waves dismissively at him.

"All I'm saying, Ash, is that you need to let him go. Because he ain't shit. You can find another alpha in no time. It's not like you have to be with your mate. There are other guys..."

"Lylah," I interrupt her,

"I don't want other guys. I never will."

"You don't have to rule the possibility out."

"Don't you think he needs time to heal, first?" Wren tells her.

"What better way to heal than... burning his stuff?"

She picks up Daemon's leather jacket, carelessly swishing it around.

"I have a lighter with me."

"No," I shout before I can stop myself, leaping up and snatching his jacket away from her.

"Can you just stop?"

My head is hot with anger, my blood boiling at the thought of anyone touching or taking his stuff away from me.

Lylah has gone quiet, her face frozen in shock.

I don't think I've ever yelled at her like that before.

"I-I'm so sorry, Ash. I don't know what she was thinking," Wren stands up and grabs the redheads arm, pulling her from the room before the situation can get worse.

I sigh, collapsing back down on the bed as I shove my face into his jacket.

Well that attempt at a normal hangout was a major fail.

*********

A few days later, I'm standing at the door of Daemon's apartment.

While I'm not willing to give up any of his stuff yet, some of mine is still at his apartment.

So I'm here to pick it up.

I guess it's really over.

Jay offered to drive me, which was really generous of him.

He says he'll wait in the car while I do it, which I'm thankful for.

I would like some privacy, since there's no doubt I'll get emotional being back in the place we made love for the first time.

I still have the key he gave me, so I use it to go in.

I hold my breath as I walk inside.

It looks just how it always looked. Messy.

Obviously a man's living space.

His little wood-carved figurines and jewelry-making chest.

His giant shoes by the door.

My heart aches.

God, I miss him. I miss him so much.

I pick up random belongings of mine around the apartment, finally going into the bedroom, which I knew would be the hardest.

I find my underwear tangled up in his bedsheets, which would make me laugh in different circumstances.

But it just makes me hurt as I remember how attentive he was in bed, always asking if he could remove my clothes before promptly fucking me to high heaven.

Everything we had was so... so good.

Not perfect but what I wanted nonetheless.I sit on his bed, throwing some of my clothes into a bag when I see something that makes me stop.

It's a little picture by the side of his bed, clumsily propped up by some books.

A printout of the picture I took of my drawing and sent to him back before we were together.

The ridiculous drawing I made of me and him as wolves in the forest.

My throat tightens with the threat of tears as I pick it up, clutching it in my hands.

I turn it over and see there's something written on the back...

'Artist - My Shortcake.'

I can't stop the wrenching sob that comes from my chest, holding the picture to my heart.

Because this is sweetest thing he could've possibly done and the fact that he even printed it out is absolutely adorable.

"I don't get you, Daemon," I choke out.

"You do things like this and then you leave me. I don't get it.," I cry, collapsing on his bed.

The scent of him is overwhelming now, which only worsens my hysteria.

I spend a few minutes just lying there, curled up holding the picture and sniffling.

"I m-miss you," I whisper into the empty room.

"I wish you'd come back."

There's no answer.

Eventually I get up again, remembering that Jay is waiting outside.

I set the now crumpled picture back on his nightstand, then stand up with a labored sigh.

I think I've collected all of my things by now.

I'm walking back to the door when something catches my eye peaking out from under the couch.

A little plastic bag of leaves.

I kneel down in curiosity, picking it up.

Is this weed?

I know Daemon smoked sometimes... but why would he hide it under the couch?

I turn it over in my hands, spotting an address written in sharpie written on the other side of the bag.

It reads 4589 Louis Ave.

I don't think much of it but I stuff it in my pocket.

If it is weed, maybe I can smoke it.

It's not like Daemon will be needing it now that he's abandoned me and left for his mission.

And I could use something to numb the pain.

Because I've tried the alcohol in Lucien's liquor cabinet in an attempt to make myself feel better but it tasted disgusting.

So maybe this is a better option.

[reallyromealone]

Bunny reader x spider Mikey

Hybrid omegaverse

This, this isn't my best but here you go

Mikey was giddy as he walked into the small quiet house, the spider Hybrid was collecting his mate today! When Mikey smelt the intoxicating scent of him he felt his world shift and offered the omegas family a lovely trade off for their entire villages lives in exchange for the omega.

They agreed almost instantly.

His men waited outside, letting Mikey stalk towards his mate and couldn't help but wonder if he was also a predator hybrid or a prey, god both options sent shivers down Mikey's spine as the bonten clan leader walked into the small bedroom and took notice of the little items his mate had before sniffing the air and zeroing in on the closet and slowly opened it to reveal....oh?

There sat his pretty little bunny, shaking and blushing in his nest like the prettiest doll he had ever seen and the smell of heat hugged Mikey like a warm hug.

It was euphoric.

"Hello little bunny, ready to come home?"

The Omega was far to heat drunk to be coherent as he let the spider king lift him up into his arms "alpha..." (Name) mumbled and snuggled into him, purring loudly at the contact and Mikey could smell the slick so clearly and set the Omega on the twin sized bed before removing his own shirt and putting it on his naked Omega, affectively covering him in Mikey's scent.

"You're mine now Omega, everything and anything about you belongs to me" Mikey said soothingly before lifting his mate in his arms again, smiling when (name) wrapped his legs around the others waist "I have such pretty nesting materials for you, you like that?" Mikey stepped out as his men opened the carriage door and Mikey situated his Omega in his lap as he sat down in the plush seat and rubbed his bare thighs "my pretty little bunny, gonna give your alpha plenty of heirs yeah?"

(Name) nodded rapidly as he snuggled into his alpha, yelping and blushing when Mikey began playing with his tail and the white haired man watched his mate blush and squirm.

Well this is good information for later.

The spider palace was grand and ornate, the Alpha ignoring the bowing servants and made a beeline to his and his mates rooms, the Omega snuggling into the bed when placed and clearly enjoying the scent of his alpha as he scented the pillows.

X

Mikey had met his match.

He always heard the term "going at it like bunnies" but he never took it seriously until his mate, the Omega was insatiable and riding him at any given moment and practically demanding his knot.

But Mikey wasn't complaining, having an equal amount of stamina as he knotted his mate over and over again until the pretty little Omega was satiated in his arms, belly bulging slightly as he was properly pupped up.

Mikey was pleased with his mate, knowing they would make an excellent partner to rule beside him and his Omega side was already completely obedient to him.

When his heat ended (name) was stressed and scared, not sure what was happening as he felt the sting of a mating mark and looked at the Alpha cuddling him before looking around the room and saw the webs and connected those and the ornate room.... He was in the spider palace.

His new mate was very pretty, having a bite mark on his own neck from (name) and he couldn't deny he smelt very nice.

He just wanted to know how he got here.

"Do you need another knot bunny?" Mikeys voice was deep and gravelly as he spoke, startling the Omega as Mikey sat up and looked at him with those cold black eyes and (name) remembered hearing about the spider king having empty eyes...is this what they meant.

Oh god was he mates with the spider king?!

Mikey could smell the distress radiating off his Omega and pulled him close and followed the steps Emma taught him to calm his Omega.

First: hold him close.

Second: pump out relaxing pharamones.

Third: croon.

The steps seemed to work as the Omega relaxed in his arms "what's your name pup" Mikey's voice was soft as his made fiddled with his fingers "(name)...." His voice was barely a whisper as Mikey hummed "you can call me Manjiro in private, outside these walls though it's either Mikey or alpha"

"...how did I get here?"

"Your family traded you for protection of the village" Mikey said it as if it were nothing because to him it was nothing but (name)... His family traded him off like that?

How could they?!

"Don't worry pup, alpha will take care of you" Mikey said scenting him before lifting him and bringing him to another room, very obvious a nesting/heat room and piles upon piles of nesting materials to choose from "my sister said bunnies like to burrow so there's enough materials to make an above ground burrow" Mikey was completely unphased at his mates nervous energy, assuming it had something to do with him being a bunny.

"...your not gonna eat me?" (Name) asked hopefully to the Alpha who tilted his head in return "not in the way you're thinking no, in spider culture it would usually be the other way around but since you're a bunny I don't have to worry about that do I?" Mikeys voice was deep as he spoke into (name)s ear "my pretty little mate, no one but me gets to touch you or look at you" Mikey said softly "understood?"

(Name) nodded and looked at him "what...what will I be?" He didn't want to just be a breeding tool and discarded when no longer needed "my mate, don't worry I don't care much for multiple mates" Mikey assured the bunny "wouldn't let you claim me if that were the case"

Oh right, the claim marks.

If mikey let him claim him then that means Mikey is dead serious about no one else, if anything happens to (name) Mikey will feel it and vice versa.

So keeping his mate happy would be important for Mikey's wellbeing.

Not to mention if he was just brought for breeding Mikey wouldn't have claimed him at all.

"So you're gonna be a good bunny for me yeah?"

"You want me?"

The question was so genuine it threw Mikey off, he knew omegas weren't treated the best but to so willingly offer himself to a man who essentially got him in a trade.

"I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't"

(Name) just nodded before looking at the nesting materials "...can I have some of your clothes for the nest...." (Name)s Omega practically demanded the alphas scent in his nest and Mikey let out a low rumble before standing up and leaving, returning with all his laundry.

A large basket in his hands and plopped down before (name), the Omega preening at the scent radiating off his alphas clothing and got to work making his nest as mikey got food.

(Name) didn't know why he was so calm around his alpha but he didn't think to much of it as he began making his nest, when Mikey returned the Alpha used his saliva as a glue to keep things in place when directed.

When the nest was done, Mikey fed his mate to show he could care for him and provide for him and their future pups.

The two spent the day getting to know one another, Mikey never felt this relaxed around another person and found he quite enjoyed it.

(Name) learned he was a funnel spider, having a spiders nest in another room away from (name)s nest as he didnt need the bunny getting trapped in there unless it was Mikey's rut.

The two went deep within (name)s burrow like nest, Mikey sealing the exit as the two snuggled in the soft bedding and clothing and spent the next two days there.

[innytoes]

Hi! Just wanted to let you know I am entirely sold on your caleb/ray/reggie abo au and am thriving on these snippets in it, I absolutely adore them all! It’s a niche I didn’t know I needed, but omega reggie has my heart and he deserves all the love ❤️ If you’re still open to it, I would love this prompt for them? ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

(Aaah anon I am so happy. Omega Reggie deserves all the love, indeed, and Ray and Caleb are Very Determined to give it to him. So just for you more of the Caleb/Ray/Reggie ABO AU.)

It took Reggie a while to get used to his newfound freedom. After Caleb and Ray sat him down and told him the Rules, he‘d had to fight disbelief. Because stuff like ‘don’t believe the cat and feed her again, she gets fed by Ray at the same time every morning, she’s not starving’ and ‘please leave a note and bring your phone if you’re going out’ were... well, after years with Paul slowly chipping away at his freedom and pushing him in a smaller and smaller box, and the strict schedule and regulations of the Shelter, they were kind of a joke.

But Ray and Caleb had been adamant that the short list of five rules were the only things they cared about. It took him a while to figure out that Ray and Caleb probably only made them up in the first place because Reggie asked for them. Still, something about knowing there weren’t any secret expectations or obligations, no landmines for him to step on, it eased something in his chest.

The first time he realised they were out of milk and that he could just go to the store and get some felt like both the best thing in the world and the most terrifying thing ever. Caleb had giving him a wallet with his own card and some cash, saying he could buy anything he wanted with it and giving him an obscene budget (rule five) per month.

His first time at the store without express permission in over seven years, he bought a jug of milk and a roll of Oreo cookies and never felt more free. He’d held his breath when he swiped the card, waiting for the little beep, before walking out of there with the biggest smile on his face.

It got easier after that. He still liked to do household chores when both Ray and Caleb were working, just to feel like he was contributing. But if there wasn’t anything pressing, sometimes he just sat in the garden with a book, enjoying the fact that there was no hour time limit of Outside Time. He’d play his guitar, serenading Pockets with little songs about her. He even made friends with the old lady across the street, who liked to pinch his cheek and call him a Charming Lad when he helped her carry heavy stuff or clean her gutters.

It became even more natural to leave the house without feeling like he needed permission, or a solid reason when they got Bucket. Of course the dog needed to go walkies. And Bucket didn’t care if they went to the beach, or the dog park, or to get ice cream, as long as he got to sniff stuff and do his business and harass Reggie for scritches every time they had to stop to cross the street.

Except it looked like he finally went to far. Literally. It had seemed like a great idea to take the bus and go to a nice hiking spot. Caleb was working all day in preparation for tomorrow night’s show, and Ray had a long shoot day.

He felt less great about his idea by the second as he tumbled down the steep hill. Especially when he finally managed to stop and realised his phone broke on the way down. Thankfully Bucket seemed okay, and yeah, Reggie was never going to live down that his three-legged dog was more nimble at making his way down than Reggie was.

By the time he got back on the bus, he had twigs in his hair, he was exhausted, and sore, and everything ached. Bucket had had the time of his life, though, and Reggie spent the ride back home bent over, snuggling the pup and avoiding eye-contact.

The second he came through the door, he was pulled into a hug by Ray. “Oh thank god,” he said, pulling Reggie close. Reggie winced, the sudden move hurting like hell, but before Ray could let him go, he wrapped his arms around him. Ray smelled upset, his scent spiky and anxious, but he still smelled like home.

“Where the hell were you, Reginald?” Caleb asked. His scent was sharp, rolling off him in waves, and Reggie whimpered. “We tried calling you several times and you didn’t pick up.”

If Caleb was home, he was definitely late. Like, super late. Stupid LA summers and their stupid late sunsets that made it impossible to tell what time it was. “Phone broke, sorry,” he mumbled into Ray’s shoulder. Then he pulled back, horrified. “Oh god I broke my phone.”

The fancy phone Caleb had gotten him, because it was red and it had a great camera to take fun pictures and so he could call home and be called when he was out. That was definitely in the Rules. He broke the Rules. “I’m sorry...” They’d only given him five and he’d broken one of the most important ones, oh god. “Caleb, I’m so sorry.” His eyes welled up with tears, and immediately, Caleb seemed to calm down, stepping back, his entire posture softening.

“We don’t care about the broken phone, pet,” Caleb said, cupping his cheek. “We were just worried about you. What happened?”

He let Ray guide him to the couch, trying not to wince when he sat down. He knew he looked a mess, dirt on his face and a hole in one of the few pairs of jeans that had been hole-less before, scrapes on his palms and knees. “I um...” he wasn’t quite sure how to say this without making his alphas anxiety worse. Just be cool. Casual. “I kind of fell down a mountain?”

The sudden spike in their scents was very noticeable, and he really should have done a better job thinking about what he was going to say on the way home. Instead, his mind had been swirling with ‘ouch ouch ouch’ and ‘don’t look at me please’ and ‘Bucket is such a good soft boy’ and ‘gotta get home, gotta get home’ and not much else. “We went to a nice hiking trail and I wanted to get a pretty picture of the view to send you... and then Bucket saw a bunny, and he yanked the leash, and I kind of... fell.”

“Oh pobrecito,” Ray said. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Reggie nodded, because now that he was home, all he wanted was his alphas to take care of him. And thankfully, even though he broke his phone and broke the Rules and made them worry, they seemed to want to do it.

He let Ray and Caleb peel off his clothes, Caleb wrinkling his nose a little and muttering something about maybe finally getting Reggie some Decent Clothes. Ray rolled his eyes, winking at Reggie as he eased his jeans down. Reggie tried to smile back, but it turned into a hiss of pain when the jeans caught over his scraped up knee.

“We need to clean out those wounds,” Ray said, inspecting his knees. “Hold still, this might sting a little.” He pouted but nodded, letting Ray dab at them with a wet cloth. It hurt, and he pressed his face against Caleb’s neck, whining softly. Caleb stroked his hair, muttering reassurances. His scent was slowly going back to normal, less blizzard and more first snow. When Ray moved away to get the first aid kit, he pulled Reggie in his lap.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” Reggie said, curling into him. “I’m sorry I broke my phone, and I’m sorry I broke the Rules.”

“Oh kitten,” Caleb said. “It was an accident. We’re not going to be upset with you because of an accident. I’m sorry I snapped at you. It’s not an excuse, but I was scared something had happened to you.”

“It’s okay,” Reggie said, snuggling closer. Yeah, Mad Caleb had been kind of scary, but when he thought about it, Reggie realised that he hadn’t actually been that afraid. Not like with Paul. He’d mostly been upset that he broke his phone and made Ray and Caleb worry.

“We’re getting you a better, less breakable phone, though,” Caleb said, smirking and pulling Reggie into a kiss. He went eagerly, deepening the kiss, moaning happily when Caleb slipped his tongue into Reggie’s mouth...

Before gasping and jerking his knee back. “Hey, ow!” he told Ray, who pulled back with the antiseptic wipe looking kind of guilty. He glared back at Caleb. “You did that on purpose to distract me.”

“Perhaps,” Caleb said, looking way too smug about it. “Did it help?”

“Yes,” Reggie huffed. “Do it again.”

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Your Perfect

Masterlist

Summary: Alphas were strong and fierce, the ultimate protective dominant companion. Omegas were sweet loyal and fertile submissive. Alphas were huge. Omegas were tiny. Or so they say, but there were always exceptions to the rule.

Warnings: A/B/O, slight Angst, Fluff, mentions Of Breeding, Mentions Of Heat Cycles, RPF

A/M: so wanted to do a different take on the typical A/B/O a little role reversal~ I hope you all enjoy!

Taglist: in reblogs

You froze on the spot scenting the air. They were here. Your omega. It probably wasn't the best first impression onset, freezing in the middle of the gangway head up alert scenting, searching with both your nose and eyes the many small males walking past.

With a deep inhale you began the hunt. Instincts pulling at you frantically as the spiced delectable scent moved. Your omega had caught a whiff of you on the air and was trying to avoid you. They where panicked weaving about the crowd trying to escape the alpha that was on their trail. With a little luck your size would throw them if they did look around for you as they tried escaping.

To look at you wouldn't have been thought to be alpha, a thick supple woman all of five foot four. Normally female alphas were tall Amazonian muscular goddesses! But you, broke the mould. Like a hammer to a landmine.

You chased the scent ducking and diving around the many busy bodies, abandoning where you were meant to be in favour of locating your mate. It didn't take long to track them as in a frantic rush they lead you out of the throngs of people to the more quiet area of set, the trailers.

They were trying to run to their nest, it was their safety. A beta security guard tried to stop you, but with a snap of your jaws and viscous snarl they stumbled back. Noting the bright red ring outlining your pupil separating the black from your colourful iris. The sure sign of an alpha chaseing their mate.

Once you growled enough making the beta submit you looked forward again and continued, stalking towards your omega. The scent was muffled so they'd reached their nest, not that it would do any good, he was yours and you'd find him.

You slowly stepped down the row of trailers nose in the air sniffing around each one mentally crossing off each one. Then froze. There. The dark grey on your left, with the twitching blind. You walked passed slowly scouting for any danger, needing to inspect your new territory but kept an eye on your omegas nest.

Then once finished your walk round you came to a stop. You could feel it, anxiety and panic radiating from the nest. It made you falter and whine low in your throat. He was scared? Terrified you could smell shame on the air! In that moment all you wanted to do was scoop him up and hold him, make him see there was nothing to be ashamed or afraid of, you'd never hurt him. Only love and protect him.

You stepped up to the door and knocked slowly, your stomach twisting as you heard the footsteps inside and deep fearful pants, laboured breaths loud enough to be heard through the door.

"Omega. Its okay, I wont- I'm in control I wont hurt you" you started speaking low and calmly despite being torn up inside, you wanted to comfort him, stop him from becoming overwhelmed. You heard a small whimper from the other side and another wave of acidic fear hit you making you scrunch your nose in distaste.

"I promise I wouldn't have followed if I wasn't sure, please. Open the door? I just want to see you, I wont do anything if you don't want me too...Please" you pleaded pressing a hand to the cool metal of the bus. You wanted to see him but you wont break in, even if it was probably for the best. Many omegas panic until they meet their alphas properly, face to face. And with the both of you working onset there was only soo much you could take before hunting him down properly like all the horror stories that make the headlines.

"I can sense this is hard for you- your embarrassed you shouldn't be, I wont judge you... I wont many males are omega and its perfectly fine" There was a small shuffle and a deep shaky breath before the door handle was clicked and the door was inched open.

"Y-you promise?" Was the weak reply that tugged on your heart strings. Your need to comfort him when he sounded so upset and defeated. Lonely and scared. ��You tipped your head to the side peering through the crack in the door. You understood, much like a female alpha was an anomaly male omegas were too, mostly bullied growing up because of being omega. There were less accepted the female alpha. A female alpha could be sexualized as 'dominatix' and 'domme'. Omega males were victims of slurrs such as 'sissy boy' 'nancy boy'.

"I swear, wont you let me in? We can just talk, or snuggle if you like-whatever you want to do nothing more" you added trying to hide the desperation in your voice. You held your breath as your omega sniffled quietly and whined once more. You could scent the desperation on him too, he wanted to seek you out but was frightened, unsure of himself.

After a few moments a large hand appeared  pressing the door open and holding a hand out to you palm up finally giving into his need for reassurance. You let out a sigh of relief and quickly help his hand shuddering as the contact sent goosbumps up your arm. You took a moment to admire the way his hand locked with yours so perfectly, despite dwarfing yours. With a gentle tug you were being pulled into his nest slowly.

You entered the bus eyes eagerly seeking out your omega. You paused seeing him. At first you didn't even click who he was you just revelled in his presence. The feeling of finally being here with your mate, having him before you after a lifetime of guessing just who fate had instore for you. You were surprised people had joked your mate would be tiny if you were the alpha! But they were wrong. He was huge both wide and tall, muscular and.

"Perfect... Your perfect" you uttered as he blushed ducking his head down trying to hide it. His other hand twiddling with his shirt nervously. You climbed the steps letting the door close behind you finally standing on the same level as your stunning mate.

"You... you mean it? I-I know I'm not...a typical omega my size and strength it of an alpha and its weird, you can refuse me if you want-" he began his anxiety rising with each word the pungent scent making the air thick and unpleasant. You hushed him quickly speaking over him.

"Didn't I just say your perfect Henry... your perfect just the way you are" you said still marvelling at your omega. You didn't really care who he was. You were far to enamoured with the realisation that he was your omega. He was like you, unique and wonderful. Exactly how he was meant to be... apart from those hormones mixed in with the scent of suppressant's. You leant forward sniffing and frowned momentarily.

"Hormones? You've been trying to hide?" You were right. He hung his head feeling deflated before nodding to you ashamed.

"I... Sorry its... People that find out are... They ridicule me I hate it" he said slowly it made your heart clench. It angered you. Just like everything else in life if you didn't fit the social norms you were pressured to change it. He had been taking hormonal supplements to try and force himself to be alpha. Tried to cover up his true presentation to fit in. You understood he was large and muscular and a perfect embodiment of the 'perfect male' handsome strong features, the deep voice and charming confident personality. Yet he was an omega. Its probably why he felt the need to push himself so much. He was over compensating.

"Don't worry about them I'm here now" you uttered moving pressing a hand to his cheek making him look at you. He gapsed when he locked eyes feeling the bond begin to form already just with the simplest of gestures.

"Do you trust me?" You asked slowly still trying to be mindful of how skittish he seemed. He nodded unable to deny the feeling of trust and warmth. You felt like home and calm in a way he never felt before.

"Good boy... i promise to look after you my sweet omega" you cooed letting a low rumble of your purr into your words easing his fears. You could taste him on your tongue the air around you becoming more relaxed and welcoming the anxiety lifting making you breath a sigh of relief. He whined before dipping his head to you pressing his forehead to your shoulder prompting you to encircle him with a bear hug. He shuddered before sniffling returning the hug whimpering as sobs wracked his body uttering 'alpha' over and over holding you tighter with each call.

You blinked away your own tears you swayed while him. It was overwhelming for him. You dread to think what hell he has been through just because he is omega, especially in the business she was in. But you ere proud, so very proud of him to navigate his career and become so successful despite being an omega? He hadn't let it hold him back like many others who hid in fear of being found out. You rubbed his back and tipped your head pressing kisses to his neck that bared to you.

"Your alright.... your alright I've got you now, I've got you omega come one lets go lay down hmm? We can go and snuggle for a while if you'd like?" you hummed  to him pressing kiss after kiss along the side of his throat. As much as you wanted to mark him you resisted, the last thing you need to do while he is in this fragile state is breed him. Mate him and tie him to you for god knows how long. Plus the suppressants would make it doubly hard, your body would tighten and lock around him despite him not being able to truly breed you. It could cause problems for the both of you. It would be best to wait until next months cycle hit and he let him fall into heat.

"Y-yeah, with Kal too?" He uttered still sniffing you, drawing deep breaths in trying to drown in your scent. You grinned against his neck nuzzling him rubbing your own scent onto his skin.

"Of course with Kal too love" you replied with a grin pulling back a little to eye the akita who was tilting his fluffy head at you trying to understand what was happening.

"Come on off to bed" you said prodding his tummy playfully giggling as he squirmed chuckling and grinning whislt pawing at his eyes trying to wipe away his lingering tears.

"O-okay... we wont?" You shook your head as he trailed off cheeks glowing from the mere mention of mating.

"As much as I would love to claim and mate you, we will wait until your heat, et those suppressants and hormone supplements out of your system~" you reassured him whist ushering him deeper into the bus towards the bedroom area. He chuckled nervously before turning calling Kal to the bedroom as he eagerly scrabbled onto it, wanting nothing more then to curl up and cuddle with you.

You released a deep breath watching as he and the bear got comfy. Your omegas huge blue eyes watching you as you settled down yourself and pulled him to rest his head on your chest. One hand twisted in His hair, the other letting Kal sniff you before stroking him. You grinned closing your eyes finally feeling at peace. After a long lonely life wondering you'd found your boys. And your home.

[winterskywrites]

In my first draft of Trace the Signal, the ending was very different. It went on a lot longer and had more Tech in it. I ended up scrapping it and replacing it with the more open-ended ending that the fic currently has, but if anyone is interested in the original ending, here you go!

This picks up right when Hunter gives Tech the painkiller. The first few italicized lines are from the final fic, and then it diverges into the alternate ending.

"Here you go," Omega said, offering Hunter a perigen patch. Hunter applied it to Tech's neck and watched as some of the tension leaked out of his body. The wounds were still there, but at least they wouldn't hurt as much.

And apparently, that lessening pain was all Tech needed to wake up. Hunter shouldn't have been surprised; Tech was never one to stay down for long. His eyes fluttered open, and his first, raspy question was entirely predictable.

"Where are my goggles?"

"Here they are," Omega said immediately, holding them out. "Do you need help putting them back on?"

"I've got it," Hunter replied, taking the goggles from Omega. He knew Tech was particular about the way they sat around his head, and he'd helped his brother with them enough that he knew exactly where to place them. He carefully settled them into place and noticed another level of tension disappear.

"The bounty hunters were all dealt with, I presume?" Tech asked. He tried to push himself upright, but with only one uninjured hand, he wasn't quite able to manage it until Hunter helped him up.

"Wrecker and I dealt with them," Hunter replied. "And Wrecker blew up the caves."

"Hmm." If Tech had any opinions on that, he didn't voice them. "Considering how quickly you were able to find me, I assume you were able to track my location through my comm."

"We were," Hunter agreed. "But I think you've got to make some changes to your failsafe."

Tech frowned slightly. "What sort of changes?"

"Your comm was broadcasting the whole time," Hunter replied. "And before you say anything, I know that was the intention, but that means it was also broadcasting what was happening."

Tech's frown deepened. "Ah."

Hunter hesitated, not quite sure how to say what he wanted to say in front of Omega. Maybe she could tell how he felt, because she looked at them both and said, "I should go tell Wrecker and Echo that you're awake, Tech."

"Right," Hunter agreed. "Thanks, Omega."

Omega nodded, then she gave Tech a quick hug that made his eyes go wide in surprise. Before Tech could say or do anything, Omega left the medbay, heading for the cockpit.

"Did she hear what happened?" Tech asked.

"No," Hunter replied, shaking his head. "We closed the doors to the cockpit so she wouldn't."

"Then I don't see the problem," Tech said. "I had thought that the audio feed might be helpful in ascertaining the missing person's location. Did it help?"

"Well, yes," Hunter admitted, because they had heard comments about the caves that had confirmed that the bounty hunters were taking Tech there. "But we also heard everything they did to you."

It feels petty and selfish to complain about that when Tech was the one who endured the torture Hunter just had to listen to. Tech's situation had undoubtedly been worse. But listening to that… Hunter had felt like he'd been being tortured as well.

"Ah," Tech said, with the air of someone who'd come to a realization. "It was distressing to you to hear."

"Distressing is one way to put it," Hunter replied. "I don't know if I've ever wanted to kill anyone else as much as I wanted to kill that bastard hurting you."

"I had not factored that potential distress into my original concept," Tech mused. "Perhaps I could-" He reached for his datapad, then winced as his injured hand protested.

"Right now, you're not doing anything except resting," Hunter said, gently taking Tech's wrist and settling his hand back down. "Or, as much resting as you can."

Tech frowned. "What do you-"

"Tech!" Wrecker yelled, bursting into the medbay with Omega and Echo behind him. "You're awake!"

There was a flicker of understanding in Tech's eyes as he looked at Hunter, then he switched his focus over to Wrecker. "I am. Did you truly blow up the Pulga Caves?"

"Those caves were the worst," Wrecker grumbled.

"Those caves had historical significance for the planet," Tech argued.

"I guess you're alright, then," Echo said with a grin. "You can't be too badly hurt if you're ready to argue with Wrecker about the historical significance of a bunch of caves."

"Tech could do that on death's door," Hunter countered dryly. "But he'll be fine with a bit of rest. Especially if he keeps his hand still and doesn't use it for a while."

The look on Tech's face told Hunter he was about to protest. He'd always been an awful patient. Luckily, Hunter had a trump card.

"Omega, can you help Tech out for the next few days, so he doesn't have to use his hand?"

"Of course!" Omega agreed immediately. Tech's expression went from defiant to betrayed. Hunter did his best not to laugh at it.

"Also," Wrecker announced, "I've made a new rule."

Everyone looked over at Wrecker. The Bad Batch had their own set of rules, and although they had a tendency towards being unconventional, they all followed them. If Wrecker wanted to make a new one, they'd follow that too.

"No one," Wrecker declared, "is allowed to be kidnapped."

Tech scowled immediately and predictably. "It's not like I did it on purpose."

"I like that rule," Echo mused. "No getting kidnapped. Good one, Wrecker."

"We'll add it to the list," Hunter agreed.

"You are all absurd," Tech muttered under his breath, but he didn't argue with the rule.

"Tech should get some rest," Omega declared, walking over to his side. It seemed she intended to take her position as Tech's helper seriously. "He'll heal faster if he does."

"And we should plan where we're going to go next," Hunter said to Echo and Wrecker. "Let's talk about it in the cockpit."

Wrecker patted Tech on the shoulder in an exaggeratedly gentle motion. "Good to have you back."

"I wasn't gone for very long," Tech countered.

"It was more than long enough," Echo replied. "I'm with Wrecker on this one. Glad you're back."

Tech's screams were still ringing in the back of Hunter's mind, but they weren't as loud now, not with Tech sitting in front of him. He wasn't unharmed, but he was alive, and he would heal.

And maybe, once his hand was better, they could go after their other missing brother, and their family would finally be complete again.

"Rest up, Tech," Hunter said, squeezing Tech's shoulder lightly. "We've got you back now."

Tech looked up at Hunter with a shrewd look in his eyes. Sometimes, he could be obtuse when it came to emotional matters, but sometimes, he was far too observant for his own good. Hunter had a feeling now was one of those times, and he was pretty sure Tech knew Hunter was comforting himself more than Tech with the words.

"You have," Tech agreed quietly. "And while the time frame makes this comment somewhat nonsensical… It's good to be back."

[starilicious]

the bad batch as colors: a headcanon

》 word count: 1010 words

》 a/n: i thought this was a cute idea and i think i may have gone slightly overboard but let's just ignore that. enjoy!

》 misc. notes:

• pls correct me on the chakra if i'm wrong! i'm indian, but i'm not hindu, so there may be some inaccuracies that i didn't catch :)

echo: green 💚

calm and collected

soothing, much like how nature is

green is a survival color, and for two reasons

1) for anyone to survive out in the wilderness, you have to camouflage with your surroundings--hence why green is a common camouflage color

2) echo survived so much and has kept going, just like the soldier he is. he moved forward and regrew, so to speak. mad respect for this man

he also seems to be one of the most balanced members of tbb

not only with his skills, but with his mindset

it's really inspiring tbh

okay this just turned into an echo love letter….. moving on

tech: blue 💙

blue is THE color for technology

aka why it’s perfect for tech!

also calm and collected, like green

blue-colored stars are the hottest stars temperature-wise

and this is relevant because tech is very passionate about whatever topic he talks about, and passion is often correlated to heat!

but blue is also quite soothing and serene--a very constant color, much like what the outside of a ship looks like when you're in hyperspace

tech seems to embody the vishuddha chakra, which is coincidentally blue in color (if i remember my chakras right lol)! this chakra, when balanced, means you feel confident, are great at communicating, and are super creative (to name a few)

when unbalanced, it's difficult to express yourself well, something i think tech often struggles with because of his intelligence

he has so much knowledge he wants to impart on others, but people aren't always willing to listen to him

so he may feel like he needs to limit himself instead of expressing himself

okay that got a bit sad BUT THE POINT IS: tech has his ups and downs and he's working through them like the genius legend that he is

omega: pink 💖

pink usually reminds people of romance, but i think in omega's case, it means something more along the lines of sensitivity and innocence

as a kid, she still has that childish innocence despite growing up with a war raging around and now constantly being on the run

so basically what i'm trying to say is that pink embodies being young, which is exactly what omega is!

she's also pretty sensitive

not just emotionally, but sensitive to her environment as well

she can read the room in so many ways before you can even think to snap your fingers

such an admirable trait

the best part is that she knows that about herself and uses her skillset to her advantage like a queen

wrecker: yellow 💛

alright folks, as we all know, yellow = sunshine and sunshine = wrecker

therefore, by the the only geometric property i remember from my freshman year math class (transitive property), yellow = wrecker

thanks for coming to my TED talk

okay okay, on a much more serious level, yellow is the color for happiness and positivity and kindness, all of which wrecker is extremely attuned to

much like omega, he can read the room very well, probably better than omega can honestly

i'm convinced it's his superpower

it's such a warm color, just like his personality

slightly unrelated but wrecker is an actual heater, and therefore a soft, warm marshmallow–i don't make the rules

(wrecker is basically star wars baymax)

even though he’s the macho man of tbb and can get pretty physical, wrecker is quite mindful of himself and how what people can say/do affects others

he is so emotionally intelligent that it HURTS honestly

yellow people also give the best hugs

hunter: red ❤️

red is a power color, which is very important quality to have in a leader

going along with the theme of power, it’s quite a bold and confident color too

this definitely embodies hunter’s capabilities since he is willing to lead his squad through risky missions and come out victorious without any doubts

unrelated, but i just realized his bandana is red

(i shall let you draw your own conclusions about that)

even though red is known for being very bright and almost in your face, i feel like there’s something subdued about it, especially when it comes to deeper reds

there’s a quiet sort of familiarity, something that can ground people easily

so for example, in high stress situations, hunter can pull everyone back together and recenter them easily because it comes to him so naturally

it’s just another reason out of a bajillion as to why hunter is such a masterful leader!

crosshair: purple 💜

crosshair is a very subtle guy

he has a muted and dignified kind of confidence to him, kind of similar to hunter

i would argue that cross is not black as much as he is purple because of the fearlessly mysterious aura he carries–it’s not dark and brooding, like the way a black mystery would be

you can never tell what’s going through his head, what his next move will be–this feeds into the mystery

purple is also a very protective color

crosshair certainly gives off protective vibes, especially when it comes to tech in my opinion

(i imagine tech got bullied a lot for his intelligence/his manner of constantly speaking, so cross would make sure he could protect him because he really cares about his brother and wants him to feel safe)

regardless, he would do anything for his family...i know he’s fighting against that stupid biochip as hard as he can (there’s a reason his sharp shots are always missing his brothers by a hair and serving as “warning shots”)

he’s extremely strong in that sense–the fact that he is constantly at war with the soldier inside him goes to show that he has the strength to sacrifice anything to keep his family safe

if anything, it’s a terribly noble act

and in the west, purple is considered the color of power and nobility

i'll just let you sit with that thought

(my gosh, this really took a hard left into angst town, i did not mean for this to happen… whoops)

please consider reblogging! it really helps me and is super encouraging ^_^

[squishneedsahero]

Healing Wounds

The Lost Padawan

Part 8 of ?

Word Count: 2122

You were raised in the Jedi order, Padawan of Jedi Master Obiwan Kenobi.

A/N: btw comments are the thing that gives me motivation to continue these stories so anything is appreciated <3

"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-" is the only thing echoing through your mind as you run through the abandoned star destroyer. You'd all been a tad bit late to the party and Wrecker's chip had taken over. He was the reason you were currently running, and now ducking from blaster bolts.

He had targeted you, since the Jedi were the clone's main priority to eliminate. You'd taken off, but didn't want to get so far ahead that he turned his attention to the others. So staying in sight but dodging open fire wasn't something you were excited about. Lightsaber whirling through the air as you duck and cover and dodge and block all the blaster bolts he was eagerly firing, luckily his name was Wrecker and not Crosshair or you'd have been dead by now.

In all honesty you were functioning and fending for your life but trying so hard not to go into a full blown panic attack. Your friend trying to gun you down, while you hadn't personally experienced it you'd been a witness. Every night when you closed your eyes had only brought visions of Cody shooting down Obi Wan, and your many other friends whom you considered family. Only an hour ago you'd dove into murky water to save Wrecker's life and here he was now trying to kill you. It wasn't his fault but it still hurts.

You're brought back from these thoughts as Wrecker shouts behind you, something about you not getting away. You can hear the others shouting, further away but still there as they tried to defend you. You didn't need them dying for you though, so you tried to keep Wrecker's attention.

"Hey-" your voice cracks. You start again, "hey! You can't catch me Wrecker! I'm a Jedi and I'm still alive, you're disobeying orders!" You taunt him, finally gaining some small sense of stability as you duck behind a crate.

You hear him growl and his booming footsteps growing closer. You couldn't take him if he got ahold of you, you knew that much. He'd fought a Rancor and won, you were basically just a kid. Sure a battle hardened veteran, knowing nothing but war your entire childhood, except for when it was kind of just tense, but still you were a kid.

You glance around you as his footsteps grow closer, there's a vent above you. You know for a fact you can fit inside, you'd hidden in them plenty of times. You use the force to pull the cover off and send it flying towards Wrecker.

As you leap up into the vent you hear a solid thud and grunt before the metal clangs to the floor. You then hear another angry shout, you'd definitely hit Wrecker. From inside the vent you crawl back the way you had come, being sure to clang around and make some noise to keep his attention. A few blaster bolts firing through the ceiling and up at you in the vent tells you that you do indeed have his attention.

Your heart is in your throat, your throat is closing up from anxiety and you can hardly breathe, you can't keep this up for much longer and you know it. The tears you've been holding back for weeks are welling in your eyes and you know once you break there will be no stopping it. You'd be too broken to defend yourself for a hot minute while you got ahold of yourself and your emotions once again.

You crawl another 30 feet, dodging the blaster bolts, except for one that grazes your leg but you're feeling so numb to everything you hardly feel it. Once you crawl another 2 feet you realize everything has stoped, Wrecker falls silent, the shooting stops and the others stop their shouting. You allow yourself to collapse to the vent floor and just lay there on the cold metal, taking heaving breaths and trying to get ahold of yourself.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" from the tone you can tell Hunter asking you this.

You take another breath before speaking, hoping to keep your voice from cracking again, "yeah I'm alright. I'm-" you pause in thought, "I'm going to stay up here a minute... at least until Wrecker's alright."

You hear some whispers before he responds, "alright." If you'd cared you would have gone and tried to hear the whispers but you didn't care at that moment. Let them say what they need too, you needed to pause even for the slightest of moments in a vent on a star destroyer, somewhere you felt protected enough to let your masks fall and the emotional dam to break.

You listen to their heavy footsteps move away, carrying Wrecker back to the medical bay, then it happens. Everything you'd been holding in comes falling out. A tear for master Obi Wan, a tear for Cody, a tear for what Cody had done to Obi Wan, a tear for each of the clones you'd been close too, and a tear for the life you had lost. The only thing you'd known and now it was gone and it was slowly setting in that you'd never be getting that back even if you still spent all your time with a different group of clones. Once the tears start you cannot stop, you stay right there on the cold, growing warm metal, creating your own little pity puddle, a puddle of your tears.

~~~~~

"... at least until Wrecker's alright."

Hunter goes to respond but Rex places a gentle hand on his shoulder first and shakes his head, before responding for Hunter, "alright," and you couldn't tell the difference, one of the few perks of being a clone. The two then get Wrecker up and with a nod for Omega, who'd saved the day, to follow they carry their brother to the med bay and get him in the machine to begin the surgery that would hopefully work. The surgery that hopefully wouldn't kill him.

Once Wrecker is settled Hunter turns to Rex and asks, "why'd you leave them there?"

Rex shakes his head gently, but responds, "I served around them enough to know despite their training that they need some time to themselves."

Hunter lets that sink in for a moment before nodding, he trusted Rex on this, he had hardly spent any time around the Jedi, usually their team worked alone. He didn't know enough to dispute the idea that you just needed some time. Sure, you were probably close to the same age as the Clones were, but they aged much faster than you did. You'd had as many years experience as they did, but you were still mentally and physically a child. Order 66 and all the aftermath had to have hit you harder than you let on, but Wrecker going after you had been your breaking point.

Omega is worried about you, but to her you seemed invincible always ready to face danger and sacrifice yourself for your friends. For Omega, Wrecker is the priority of her worry, she stays by his side knowing how dangerous this procedure is to him, how he might not wake back up despite their best efforts. Finally the procedure is over and now they all wait on edge to see if their friend would wake up. After what feels like forever he does, he finally wakes up and the first thing Omega does  is hug him, throwing her arms around his neck as she lets out a breath of relief.

Wrecker apologizes to her, as he'd gone after her at one point, then looks up and asks, "how- how's y/n?" Sure, he remembered some stuff but you'd been in the vents, what if he'd hit you with a lucky shot? He could hardly bear the thought that he'd hurt or killed you. He quite liked you, you weren't stuck up like other Jedi, you fit in with their little family perfectly and if he'd hurt you even on accident-

He's pulled out of his thoughts by Omega answering, "y/n is still in the vent, they weren't ready to come out yet. I'm sure as soon as they're ready they'll be glad to know you're back to yourself."

That isn't the answer Wrecker wanted but his head was aching and the world was spinning so he couldn't go find you at the moment, he had to just lay back down. From there the next person is prepped for the surgery and they begin moving, going to get everyone fixed up before anything else could happen.

As soon as everyone is distracted and paying attention to the preparations being made, Omega makes her move, Hunter was fine, so now she needed to make sure you were fine. Whether you liked it or not she'd made you part of their little family, you were her sibling too, she had all her older brothers, and you.

"Y/n?" Omega's soft voice sounds below you, "can I come up?"

You don't get much of a chance to answer as next thing you know the vent in front of you opens up, and Omega crawls in. Fuck. She was also small enough to fit in the vents. "Uh," you quickly wipe your face and try to dry the puddle where your head had been, "hey- hey Omega, what's up?"

"Wrecker woke up, he's okay... I thought you should know." She settles in place, laying on her stomach and facing you, obviously not leaving.

You offer a slight smile, "okay, thanks..." you trail off not really sure what you should say, and not really in the mood to talk.

Omega obviously picks up on this since, despite being somewhat secluded all her life, she was inteligent and could somewhat read emotions despite not picking up on every little queue. "Are you alright? Wrecker didn't mean to-"

She stops as you look at her, you don't look harshly but you making eye contact once more is enough, "I know Omega. I don't blame him, it isn't his fault," you quietly say, "I don't blame him at all it's just-"

You pause wanting to backtrack, seeing the curiosity in her eyes as she innocently asks, "it's just what?"

You chew on the tip of your tongue for a moment before looking at her for a moment. It had been long enough. She was your sister. You needed to accept that you weren't a Jedi any more even if you were connected with the force. You didn't need to follow all those rules, you could accept that you cared and got attached to people. That you considered them family. And most importantly you could afford to show emotions.

You'd shown emotion anyways with Obi Wan, because you trusted him and you were only learning. You'd seen him show emotion on occasion. It's in this moment as you're facing your sister that you realize and accept the fact that you don't have to follow the Jedi code and you feel a weight lift from your shoulders.

You take a breath then say, "those chips caused me to loose everyone I was ever close too. You grew up on Kamino and never left there. That was all you knew. The Jedi Order was all that I knew," tears well up in your eyes once again but you don't try to hide them this time. "I lost all of that then to have it almost happen again, in a way, to have someone I consider a friend once again try to kill me? I just-" you take a shuddering breath as you try and ground yourself again, "the Jedi tell you to not show emotions or get attached to anyone, and I cannot help but do that, so loosing everyone, it hurt. But I've been trying to following those rules and it's just hard to change and stop it. I need to stop it if I'm going to be able to help all of you." You wipe your eyes and take another deep breath.

Omega smiles softly at you, "that makes sense, but we're family, you don't have to hold everything in."

You smile back, knowing she's trying her best to help, "yeah, it's just a matter of learning that... thanks Omega..." you pause before changing the subject, "you said that Wrecker's awake?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'm sure he's worried about me, let's climb down and I'll go see him."

Once out of the vent the two of you share a hug and it's all alright, except for the wound where the blaster bolt had grazed you which you'd been numb too until you were on your feet. Fuck. It hurt, and you'd have to get it patched up, but first you needed to make sure Wrecker was patched up.

[harryspet]

𝓽𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 ... 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼

𝓽𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 ... 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 

This December, for the holidays and to celebrate my followers, I’m giving readers a chance to request drabbles/one-shots but I’m also hoping some writers want to share the Holiday joy too! I have a list of dark prompts as well as holiday prompts so feel free to mix and match them however you like!

𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 & 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 

You don’t have to follow me but it would be greatly appreciated!!

Please be courteous and only send one request especially if you’re using anon.

When sending a request, tell me the character(s) + 1-3 dialogue prompts (have fun combining them) + au idea (optional)

I prefer to write for (aged up) Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers. If you’d like to include MJ, Natasha, Thor, Loki, Wanda or Sam please combine them with those three. Threesomes and foursomes welcome ^^

Make these unique! If you just want pure angst, smut, or fluff then choose your prompts accordingly. I’m hoping people enjoy mixing the holiday prompts with the dark ones (though its not required) so please read through them all. There are a lot of good ones!!

Most of these will probably end up being around 300-700 words.

I write dark fics which means there may be mentions of violence, abuse, noncon/dubcon and just angst overall. If you have limits, please let me know.

I may reject your request if I feel it’s too similar to what I’ve already written or if you ignore the rules. I may also close requests if I get too many.

𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 and you’d like to write a drabble/one-shot using my lists then please let me know! I’ll be sure to give it a reblog and add it to my #fic recs if you tag me @harryspet​ and #tistheseasonfordarkfics. There’s no due date, just participate if you’re interested! :)

Don’t choose prompts with strikethroughs.

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮: CLOSED

𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈

“I wish I’d never met you.”

“Did you just stick your tongue out at me?”

“I’m done. We’re done.”

“Why are you fighting me?”

“I’ve never…they kept me untouched. For you”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“If I’m dead then how come you can see me?”

“It’s cute that you think you can defy me.”

“Duct tape. I need it for... taping something.”

“Why don’t you smile anymore?”

“Fuck you.”

“Your soul is mine.”

 “Looks like you need to be trained.“

“It’s not...not going to hurt, is it?”

“I don’t ... I don’t remember my name.”

“Did you see the way they looked at you?”

“How dare you challenge me.”

“I’ll let you go when I’m finished with you.”

“Hand Daddy his belt and take your shirt off.”

“I don’t like when they touch you.”

“Are you getting sore, all cooped up in that cage all day?”

“Shhh. It’s all right. I’ll be gentle.”

“Daddy wants to hear you sing a song. Sit on my lap and make Daddy happy.”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to hit that hard!”

“You can’t take people as property!”

“I feel like you’re taking advantage of me.”

“So … uh.. who is that person … they keep texting you?”

“Fuck, I love you like this, all rounded with our child…”

“You wouldn’t want him/her/them finding out about this, would you?”

“You haven’t earned it. What are you going to do for me?”

“Stop crying.”

“You’re not in trouble, sweetheart.”

“I’ve been looking for you all night, and you are in desperate need of my help.”

“And the hunter becomes the hunted.”

“They hurt you and I’m going to hurt them back.”

“Never steal anything from someone you can’t outrun, kid.”

“Hands off, alpha. Never learn any self-control?”

“Can i stay at your place tonight? I don’t feel safe here.”  

“I really think you need to see a doctor.”

“Everything that happened is your fault.”

“You...you were never supposed to find out.”

 “Well, hello beautiful!”

“You want to what? That’s embarrassing!”

“You look a little lost, omega.”

“We need to talk...about the pregnancy.”

“Oh, did someone get lonely?”

𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈

 "Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?"

"I made you some hot cocoa."

''I just want you for my own.''

"You didn't have to get me anything."

“I don't remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas."

"Go on, open it."

"Did you spike the eggnog?"

"I can't believe you did that to Santa..."

“You're my best Christmas present this year.”

“How many Christmas lights does one person need?”

 “Shut up! Santa is real.”

“I hate winter.” 

“Aren’t you just Santa’s Little Helper?”

“Son of a nutcracker!”

"You didn’t bring date to the party, did you? Because I need someone to kiss at midnight."

 “No you don’t understand, I need a picture with Santa!”

“I can’t reach the top of the tree to put the star on.”

 “Oh the weather outside is frightful.”

“This is our first Christmas together and I want it to be special.”

“Don’t you dare buy me that.”

“Tell me what you want for Christmas.”

“Fuck it let’s just get drunk.”

 “We can build a snowman.”

“What no, that’s not daddy, that’s Santa”

“Maybe if I kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.” 

 “I can not believe the car broke down in the middle of nowhere 3 hours before it’s officially Christmas.”

“...I think we’re snowed in...”

“I hate work Christmas parties.”

“What do you mean you’re working on Christmas?!”

 “I refuse to have a baby on Christmas.”

“Call me an elf one more time!”

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year.”

 “I’m freezing, you’re warm. Hug me.”

“I don’t even have a family to celebrate with, so what’s the point?“

“Forbid Christmas? No one can forbid Christmas.”

“We can add a special ornament to the collection each year. This year's is for our future baby.”

“I’m not going to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?”

“No one should be alone on Christmas!”

 “So you’re going to dress up as Santa.”

“You burnt the holiday cookies!”

“Wanna go skating in Central Park?”

“How can you possibly look good with snow in your hair?”

“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war”

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

This list is a compilation of a bunch of starters I found on tumblr so you may recognize quotes from movies and songs! I reblogged a lot of the original posts on my side blog @parkerspet​.

𝒶𝓊 & 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓈 (optional)

Arranged marriage au - Angel/demon au - Assassin au - Apocalypse au - Android au - Amnesia au - Babysitter au - Bodyguard au - Bookstore au - Baker au - Band au - Bounty hunter au - Brothel au - Camp Counselor au - Camping au - College au - Criminal au - Caregiver/Little au - Doctor au - Domestic au - Enemies au - Ex au - Forbidden Love au - Fugitive au - Gang au - Hero/Villian au - Immortal au - Kidnapped au - Mafia au - Maid au - Marriage au - Neighbor au - A/B/O au - Porn Star au - Prostitute au - Royalty au - Serial Killer au - Stalker au - Stripper au - Tattoo Shop au - Werewolf au - Yandere au

tagging all the fics #tistheseasonfordarkfics and #harryspetrequests !

𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼

tagging some authors :) @cherienymphe @andybarberslxt @mypoisonedvine @nsfwsebbie @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @mcudarklibrary​ @opheliadawnwalker3 @autumnrose40 @marvelmaree @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy @buckysbunny @buckybarnesplumwhore @honeyloverogers @mariessecretfantasies @mrwinterr @yanderepeterparker @raisincookieswrites​

[13uswntimagines]

Fraternizing with the Enemy (Alpha Lindsey X Omega Emily x Alpha Reader)

Request 1: Soran and reader where Emily gets fouled a lot or something and the both of her girlfriends come to her aid but the reader is on Seattle’s team? I meant NWSL where Soran is still on the thorns

Request 2: soran x reader with Lindsey and the reader as alphas and sonnett as an omega

You had a reputation. Your temper on the pitch was known (and feared) around the world. You would argue part of that temper was due to your protective nature (particularly over your unmated mates at the time), and that the rest were some really bad overblown rumors (anyone who played on the field with you would venture to disagree). 

Since mating your mates a year and a half ago, you had relaxed considerably, mellowing out and becoming much less quick to anger. 

This whole chaos cup had put you on edge. You were on OL Reign, while your mates were Thorns and that meant that you were kept segregated from them. To make matters worse, Emily had experienced a heat during this shit show, and the NWSL wouldn’t bend the rules to allow you to experience it with her and Lindsey. Thank God your alpha mate had been there to protect your omega. 

You hadn’t wanted Emily to play so soon after her heat, but here she was holding up the Thorns backline against your team. 

“Better luck next time Daddy,” Emily laughed, helping you up from a well-placed slide tackle and pulling you into her. You hugged her close. You weren't a soft person, but you were soft for them. You allowed her soothing pheromones to calm the beast inside you for a moment before pulling away. You smiled crookedly, leaning down to kiss her lips, savoring her scent. It was always so sweet after her heats. Her hand trailed down your chest and landed very high in your thigh. You laughed, reaching around to lightly slap her but. 

“Watch it hot stuff, wouldn’t wanna write a check you aren’t willing to cash,” 

She giggled, slapping your chest, and you couldn’t help the corners of your lips tilting up. Lindsey shook her head at the two of you from across the pitch. She knew how painful it had been for you to be separated from them when they needed you, but she didn’t think you and Emily would actually start groping each other on the pitch. She thought Mark was crazy for having Emily be the one to mark you. Yes, she was a fantastic defender, but Becky would have been a safer option considering you and Sonny were doing everything in your power to touch each other. She guessed he thought it would force Sonnett to focus, but all it seemed to be doing was distracting you both. 

“You two aren’t supposed to be touching,” Sofia Huerta called out, approaching you. You rolled your eyes at the woman, unsure why your fellow forward was interrupting your moment with one of your mates. 

“She’s my mate, I think it’s safe,” 

“Yeah, well when you risk the rest of the team’s safety, I think maybe you should give a fuck about something besides your penis,” She snorted. She didn’t like that you always thought you could break the rule with no consequences. You were constantly shirking the rules, with both the national team and your club, and she was fucking tired of it. This was their health you were messing with by fraternizing with the other team. 

“Hmm, your cock does sound good though, missed it last week,” Emily mumbled, reaching down and trying to squeeze your member. You caught her wrist, bringing her hand to your lips instead. 

“Behave hot stuff,” You mumbled, kissing Emily’s forehead, blatantly ignoring your annoyed teammate. 

“Yeah, good luck with that Y/n,” Lindsey laughed as she approached, pulling Emily away for the hydration break, you smirked after them, sure you would get the opportunity to get close to them again during the game. 

****

You were going to kill someone. Somewhere between the hydration break and the restart of play, your teammates had lost brain cells. They took absolutely every opportunity they could to sweep your omega off of her feet (which didn’t make sense cause she was a defender and not a forward). 

“What the fuck are you doing?” You growl, passing Sofia who had just taken your mate down for the 5th time. She smirked in your direction. 

“Shirking the safety regulations just like you are,” she shrugged, and you clenched your fist, watching as Lindsey pulled Emily to her feet, holding the omega close and sending you a short nod. You gulped, taking a deep breath. 

“Knock it off before I decide to break the regulations a different way,” You said, far too calmly. Your famous temper was about to make an appearance (and though your mates found it hot when you went all alpha on people, they really didn’t want a brawl during this stupid game. That was all they needed, they wouldn’t be able to go to the hospital with you anyway). 

“Whatever you say,” She rolled her eyes at you, sprinting off. The best thing she thought she could do for your team was get the distraction off of the field, and if that meant on a stretcher then so be it. 

*****

The rumble left your lips before your brain even registered it. The dominant pheromones rolling off you in a wave determined to protect your mates at all costs. You rushed towards the forward who dare hurt your mate, too enraged to join Lindsey in comforting the omega layer out on her side. 

Lindsey watched you with worried eyes, returning her attention to your hurt mate, and allowing you to go and play protector. 

“I know that was a bad tackle, but I’m fine,” Emily rolled her eyes at the protective behaviors of her alphas. 

“You’re bleeding,” Lindsey growled back, her attention returning to the leg that the medics were doing a patch job on. It was by for the lest serious injury she had ever suffered, but the fact that your team went after her at all was astonishing. 

“You two are going to be miserable aren’t you?” Emily sighed, huffing slightly. She wasn’t an invalid, but with you unable to accompany her during heat and the insane amount of fouls she had taken today, she was sure that you two would be smothering her in love and protection. Probably throwing fits if she didn’t let you cater to her every need. It was going to suck. 

“Y/n is still being forced to quarantine with Reign so it’ll probably just be me,” Lindsey mumbled back, puffing out her chest. She needed to do the job for both of you, and she would. 

She watched as you rushed your teammate, hauling them up by their shirt and growing angrily in their face. You shook them a few times, ignoring the yell of the ref for you to let go and calm down. You were too far gone, and your inner wolf wouldn’t be happy until the girl was cowering in submission. 

“I don’t think they’ll keep you separated after that,” Ali said softly, kneeling next to Lindsey to check on Emily. If anything, the only thing that would help the situation would be to let you room with your mates. It was Sophia’s only hope of living through the remainder of the tournament. 

“Shit,” Lindsey winced as you tossed the young alpha to the ground, standing over her with your teeth bared. 

“Fuck that’s hot,” Emily said breathlessly, her eyes zeroing in on how your clenched fists made your arms pop. It was rare they got to see you angry anymore, and when it wasn’t directed at them, it was a sight to behold. She was definitely adding that to the spank bank for the nights she was stuck in Georgia without the two of you. 

“You better go stop her. I think you’re the only one not in danger of losing an arm if you try,” Ali mumbled, nudging Lindsey’s shoulder as you took another menacing step towards the other alpha. Lindsey bit her lip, glancing at her omega. She didn’t want to leave her, especially when she was in pain. 

“Go, stop the knot head from killing her teammates,” Emily laughed, shoving her alpha. Lindsey looked unsure but jogged off anyway. 

Emily shook her head as you melted into Lindsey’s strong embrace and allowed her to drag you off the field. 

There was never a dull moment with her stupid, protective alphas. Sure you were technically fraternizing with the enemy, but that was safer than trying to keep you away from the women you loved.

[aroaceslytherin]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29226306/chapters/76373429

Love is love is love...

Snippets of Regulus, Narcissa, Sirius, and Andromeda's love life.

What does it take to make a love forbidden?

Someone you can’t have, usually. Whether that means they are already in a relationship, or family doesn’t approve. Well, for the children of House Black; it is the second option. Throughout history and many generations, they have matured faster than those around them. Each family member had someone to marry by the time they were born. Although, most of these children found love elsewhere and were forced to make a choice.

Alphard Black was the second known to run away from family rules because they had not accepted him for whom he loved. Cyfrin Black was the first; he discovered werewolves and fell in love with one, making a family and home with him.

Andromeda Black also ran away; the first female to do so, third Black to run from rules. It irritated Walburga Black to see her family going against the rules - especially so that it reminded her of her brother.

You would never know how terrifying Andromeda Violet Black can be until you meet her. They raised her on pure-blood rules, anger, and dark magic, following her two eldest sisters who dabbled in Death Eater ways. She could have a few tricks up her sleeve. Especially with two mischievous younger brothers.

She was a hat stall. The Sorting Hat had tried to put her into Hufflepuff but eventually landed on Slytherin for her. Andromeda stood from the stool tall and proud like her family taught. Upon sitting with her elder sisters who were in year three, Bellatrix leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“Four years with us, dear sister. I hope you follow us, ‘tis the only way to win over mother and father.”

Andromeda had then rolled her brown eyes. Surely at eleven there was not much you could do in a family of darkness except become the brighter, happier one? As Andromeda grew up, she rebelled against them. Instead of wearing black and green, she would wear earth tones; browns, greens, and oranges throwing in a bit of pink and blue here and there.

Andromeda, like her siblings, grew up lonely. Her mother; Druella Black, passed away when she was young. People said she passed during child-birth but she was there when her sisters were born. At three years of age, Andie watched her father mix a green sort of potion into her mother’s medicine. She wondered why he would even consider doing so. Later, she found out he did it so he could have power over her and her sisters - especially since he wasn’t gifted an heir (Walburga eventually took custody of them when she realized he was trying to get one from his daughters like they used to do in years past.)

At eleven years of age, Andromeda ran away to Alphard’s apartment. He hid her for three years until Walburga came pounding at his door; dragging Andromeda back home. At fifteen years of age, she noticed Edward Tonks (or Ted as he preferred). She would sneak off with him often, in hopes and fear to not get caught. Though at sixteen she had been and she ran away with him; burned off the tapestry, becoming a blood-traitor. She graduated at eighteen, married Edward, and had Nymphadora Tonks at twenty-three.

***

We all know they betrothed Narcissa to Lucius Malfoy, what you don’t know is that she was also interested in Severus Snape. She had flings with Lily Evans, dated a few girls in school; including Alice Fortescue. Like her elder sister Bellatrix, she kept her last name and slept in different rooms as her husband/fiance/boyfriend. It infuriated Lucius but he would respect her. (the only thing different was that she hyphenated it to Black-Malfoy)

Narcissa Druella Black was not a Death Eater like most believe, she did however have the Dark Mark that she was born with. It appeared on her left arm at eleven years of age. She kept it hidden behind long sleeves and arm sleeves. No one could tell which side she was on (in which she learned from Snape). She may have learned the ways of Death Eaters and Dark Arts from the time she could talk, but she may never have accepted that path completely.

Narcissa and her sisters did not have a good upbringing. Though being the youngest daughter, she had always been a powerful person mentally, physically, and magically which was an important thing to be when being a member of the House of Black or your partner spent most of his life in Azkaban.

Narcissa was the middle half of her sisters; black and white, never fully good but never fully bad either. She was a protector, a dreamer, a fighter. A mother, an aunt, and a lover. She not only raised her own son and daughters... but she raised Bellatrix's daughters, helped Andromeda with her daughter, helped/took in Remus, Sirius, James, Regulus, and Lily's kids when they passed.

She raised her son; Draco Malfoy, with great intentions and did her best to give him a better upbringing than she had. It was difficult to do so with Lucius Malfoy as a father. That is where Severus Snape stepped up and lent a hand to be a father figure for Draco. He protected him with all that he could. But was unfortunately too late in stopping him from inhibiting the Dark Mark like his parents. Lily Evans was a third parental figure with rights to him.

Narcissa screamed at Lucius the same words she had screamed at Bellatrix: “He’s just a boy!”

She may have come off as overprotective but she knew if Draco went down that path, he would never be the same little boy she had spun in circles in the ballroom late at night when he couldn’t sleep. She would stay up at all hours of the day just to see him happy.

It broke her heart when the smiles stopped. All she wanted was her baby to smile. Lily got him to smile sometimes, but it was never enough. It would never be enough for Narcissa.

Never enough love, hugs, attention, or money could ever repair Narcissa from the damage her family had caused on her and her son.

***

Sirius Orion Black. The family troublemaker, rule-breaker, and rebel. A lion in a pit of snakes. If anyone were to act like Alphard and drive Walburga even further up the wall - it would be her own son. She had never expected to see what it was like to raise Alphard all over again, but Sirius did just that. He had put up a fight since he was born.

At eleven years of age, Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor and became the second blood-traitor. His father hated him from then on and would abuse him with the unforgivable curses. They told him he was no longer a suitable heir, and it fell to his youngest brother; Regulus Black. Though Sirius could see who Regulus truly was even if he was too afraid to find it within himself. Sirius understood that; their family was terrifying. Only in things for money, power, and keeping the name of Black pure. Though incest was the farthest thing from pure.

Sirius also noted at eleven years of age that he was a few steps ahead of his dorm-mates in puberty and interests. Within two months of him being at Hogwarts, he had kissed a girl two years older than him and was already trying to figure out the two girls his family had chosen for him to marry when they were of age. Kissing and flirting with girls made him sick. Sirius soon realised that he wanted one of his best friends.

He realised his feelings were getting stronger when his friends came back after Summer Break in 93’ and Remus’ voice was deeper, his face was sharper, and he had grown a few inches. Sirius could never act right around him anymore. He noticed little things about Remus he hadn’t before, his quirks became cute, changing in front of him got awkward, and he got flustered seeing him fresh out of a shower. It was hard to tell what Remus was feeling since he was always blushing.

He was thirteen when he first kissed Remus. They were alone one day talking about crushes and things when Sirius looked into Remus’ amber eyes and whispered; “You.” Remus was blushing hard and smiling randomly the rest of the day but either of them would deny it whenever Peter or James asked what was going on.

Sirius was sixteen when he ran away to the Potters because his parents found out he was gay and dating a half-blood. He couldn’t even fathom what they would do if they found out that his boyfriend was a werewolf. He would occasionally go back home just because of Regulus.

He would never forget what his father uttered to him just before he grabbed Regulus’ hand and ran with him out of their father’s office before anything worse could happen. ‘You disobeyed the rules! You are to keep the line pure, marry a woman and raise perfect heirs!’ It would never happen. And he even said it out loud; ‘That would be very unlikely.’ He closed his eyes to take a deep breath when he remembered what had happened next.

His world flipped upside down a few times; being betrayed by one of his best friends, living through a war, finding out he was pregnant at seventeen, and marrying the love of his life at nineteen. Although, when he had held his little girl (Omega metamorphagus/trans Veela) he thought everything would be alright.

Until it wasn’t and the Aurors threw him into Azkaban at twenty-two. He lost his family, his husband, his son and daughter, his friends, his lovers, and his brothers. (Remus rescued him two years later.)

***

Regulus Arcturus Black. Although the youngest and perfect in everyone’s eyes, has some pretty well-hidden secrets of his own. Like how he would dance with girls just to spite his family but then he would get his brother to signal for him if he ended up getting thrown towards a girl his family wanted him to marry and walk away.

Regulus Black...

The biggest rule follower. Followed in his family’s footsteps even if he had not agreed with everything they were saying. Did all he could to get on his parents’ good side. As he grew up, he realised there was no good side. It was either “follow us to death” or “run as far as you can and make a life of your own in hiding to gain safety”.

His parents were wrong when they said to him and Sirius that all they had in common was black curly hair, chiseled faces, and grey eyes. They were similar in brave stupidity, chivalry, and honesty. Regulus may have been sorted into Slytherin but there was no doubt he had a heart of a lion, making him a lion in a snake’s den whereas his brother was a snake in a lion’s den. Sure Sirius was a Gryffindor, and that is where he belonged, but there was no escaping the teachings and rules of their family.

You could change yourself, think differently, and behave differently but you were still going to be holding on to knowledge of Dark Arts and how to protect yourself even if it meant death. Sure other people would fight to death, but some would stop before someone got hurt.

Not his family. If it wasn’t what they wanted; they would never listen and never stop until the last breath was taken. Even once you get away from them and years later become unrecognisable to them, there are going to be moments where you have a thought or two on what they did, who they were, how you were raised, and questioning the lies even after finding truth.

Another thing they were similar in?

Being gay.

Sirius’ friend was right. You are born the way you are. You can’t help who you love.

And Regulus couldn’t help but love James.

It shattered him to break up with him when he became caught in the turmoil of Voldemort.

Once Regulus went running back to James - even though he was married to Lily - he took him back into his arms and they welcomed him into a home where there was nothing but love.

Regulus thought he could not love two people; that it was wrong. Even with seeing Narcissa and Sirius doing so.

They showed him he could, and it was alright.

They protected him, helped him, and rescued him.

Unfortunately he still died at eighteen leaving behind his husband, two daughters, a son, and another unborn son. (Or did he?)

***

So what makes love forbidden?

Nothing.

Love is love is love.

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: If it's not too much to ask, can I have headcanons for omega Shouto with an alpha s/o? Nsfw or sfw is up to you! Love your writing, love! 💞💞💞

I've been waiting for this moment for fucking W E E K S

Thank you 😌

And this is gonna be HELLA long :)

SFW-

• Sof boy

• He's quiet and can have an intimidating demeanor but he's a baby and he WEAK for you

• I mean the first day he saw you, he felt something

• At first he thought you were another omega

• You were shorter than him and the smile you sported the first day had him fooled

• It wasn't long before he realized you were an Alpha

• You and a few of the other Alpha females of the class were particularly protective of the omega females

• specifically you and Mina

• It came as no surprise that you ended up in the Bakusquad later on

• You didnt exclude the few omega males either

• When he first meets you, like actually meets you, is when he realizes you're an Alpha, based on smell alone

• You smell like Sandlewood and Chai and he LOVES it

• It makes his knees weak

• and you're just so soft?

• Like you have that calm that good Alphas posses and you use it often

• And when you use it for him one day, because he was freaking out, he thinks he's gonna pass out

• It took him WEEKS to realize the pangs in his chest werent physical

• He liked you

• and he doesn't feel like waiting around so he courts you instead and when you look surprised he isnt sure what to feel

• And then regret and dread fill him and he wishes he could just be normal with social cues and interactions

• And you realize he's zoned out a little, shaking and it looks like he's going to cry and you use that stupid Alpha thing on him

• You coo softly and pull him into your chest, telling him it was okay

• And he feels like he's gonna die again but he loves it so much and he's SO relieved when you accept his courting

• When you hugged him he realizes just how touch starved he is

• Anyway that's hour the powercouple of 1-A began

• He's not a big fan of PDA but he's not opposed to holding your hand

• Or sometimes he's had a bad day or he's not feeling the best mentally and he won't care he just wants to be with you

• Will 100% walk into bakusquad hang out in the common room just to hide his face in your shoulder

• Or sit next to you quietly

• You'll wrap an arm around him and press a kiss to his temple while you continue your conversation with Sero and Denki

• Listen they think it's the CUTEST fucking thing

• Because it is. It really is.

• Bakugou pretends it grosses him out but it really doesnt

• He honestly thinks it's a lil cute too and mentally swears that if his BF dont treat him the way you treat yours he dont want him

• Yall will help eachother study

• Because he's good at math but you're good at english

• So it balances out

• And training. Lots of sparring.

• You're also the one to calm him down

• Todoroki tends to beat himself up a lot over his 'daftness'

• He doesn't always pick up on social cues or know how to keep a conversation

• And he hates that because he feels that sometimes it makes people feel uncomfortable and they're his friends and he doesnt want that

• So it'll get to him and sometimes if he over thinks it too much he'll start to panic

• You told him that whenever he felt like that, he came to see your it he called you

• He feels like it's a burden but when he see's the look of love in your eyes and the way you hold him and kiss his cheeks, he doesnt feel like that anymore

• He's so happy with you???

• and he loves you so much

• Y'all are just so disgusting

• Sappy as fuck but also the right level of completely roasting eachother

• It's nice:)

• He cooks for you no doubt

• You make him Soba when he's sad

• When you're sad he'll hold you against his chest and whisper in your ear to counter whatever you had just said

• If you ever feel mediocre it less than him he'll tell you why you're absolutely not less than him

• Ys fights aren't really super serious but it can still get a little heated, it never ends it break ups though

• It usually ends in taking a few hours to calm down (Todoroki refuses to let either of yall go to sleep angry with a problem unresolved) then talking it out and at least TRYING to come to a compromise

• Usually it's about wellbeing matters (overworking and being reckless and what not)

• Going full Alpha if someone fucks with him in battle 🤪

• Going full Alpha if you see him hurt on the field 🤪

• Snapping at Endeavor that one time 🤪

• Him going feral that one time you and Bakugou got SNATCHED 🤪

• Oops 🤪

• LISTEN

• You show him memes and Vines and junk and you teach him about them and one day he just makes a reference but he's completely deadpan about it and you're laughing so hard you fall out of your chair because HOLY SHIT

• He grins a lil

• His alpha laughed at his joke🥺

• S c e n t i n g

• Todoroki loves smelling like you

• He'll steal your hoodies (the oversized ones you have anyway)

• OR he'll have you scent some of his things because he's gonna smell like you dammit

• also gives you a box of your things that he's scented and you dont even mind because Todo smells so good and it's gonna make him happy so hell yeah

• For him Scenting can either be really calming or erotic

• To wind down he'll sit on your bed and you'll be on his lap, scenting him and it just makes him feel so calm

• Will fall asleep

• When he gets really comfortable with kissing he'll be constantly pecking your lips and kissing the nape of your neck when no ones is paying attention

• Once while you were on the couch with Bakusquad, he was walking by with dekusquad to go out and do whatever nerd shit they do

• And he stopped where you were, moved your hair to the side and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck and then just. Walked away.

• needless to say you short circuited

• and he does that often

NSFW-

• I once read about Sub/Bottom Todoroki and

• I can't stop thinking about it bc it lowkey works so well

• I feel like he'd be a switch though

• Like somedays he want to be wrecked by his Alpha

• But sometimes he wants to see you squirming and breathless underneath him

• He'd probably prefer to sub/bottom tho

• As I said before scenting can either be really calm for him or it can be erotic and like an immediate turn on for him

• So when it is like sexy time, and you're scenting, this man doesnt stand a chance

• He's whimpering and he's so hard it hurts

• He's got his neck bared for you and his face is read

• It smells like pure sex in the room, its really strong and you both LOVE it

• One time he gets hit by a heat inducing quirk

• And you help him with that because it so much worse than regular heat and you can tell its hurting him

• And he smells so fucking good

• Before he really lost all sense he managed to put a collar on you you couldn't mark him, your Alpha wasn't pleased with that

• Anyway Todoroki gets fucked into the mattress repeatedly, mewling and crying out and he's so fucking pleased with your hips rutting into his

• he feels so full and his omega is fucking KEENING because if the attention he's getting

• You're either leaning over him or you've got your hands on his waist

• He's never been more thankful for the stretching you've made him do so he wouldn't pull muscles

• After a week of the two of you going MIA, the two of you timidly return to 1A

• At some point the teachers (and endeavor) had found out.

• But what were they going to do? You two weren't on school grounds, you weren't breaking any rules

• Endeavor sure as hell isn't going to interfere

• I feel like even Endeavor would understand the gravity of the situation and that the only way to help his son was let him and his Alpha take care of it

• and as long as he's not officially marked by the end of it, he doesn't care

• Shouto does, however, have a shit ton of hickies and scratches and bruises. Everytime he looks at them his omega keens again and he loves it

• Like, Hickies on his jawline. Hickies on his arm and the back of his neck, on his thighs and stomach

• Bruises on his wrists and hips and thighs

• Like all this shit is visible

• He reassured you after you apologized profusely for like 2 hours that it was FINE and he LIKED it

• His class had a fuckin stroke

• especially Deku

• Bakusquad is lowkey impressed bc holy fuck YOU did that???

• 'You seemed so Vanilla'

• Lmao sikeee

• Todoroki learned a lot about what he liked during that

• He likes having his hair pulled

• He likes being praised and told how good he is

• He likes being DENIED what he wants until he's BEGGING for it in short and broken gasps, moans, and sobs.

• He likes Sharp and rough sex followed by something sweet and slow

• He probably wouldnt be on board with being degraded really, which is fine bc I cant imagine anyone who would want to degrade this boy

• From then on you do tend to help him with heats they just dont last as long

• He really likes grinding

• Just like all forms of it

• Making out? He's going to have you grinding on him while you're sitting on his lap

• He's horny and you're busy? He'll ride your thigh while you're doing work on the computer

• He felt like Domming today? He's going to grind himself on you while he's still got pants on.

• Laying in bed? He'll hump and grind against your thigh while you smile and kiss him.

• He just really loves it

• /Thourougly/ enjoys foreplay

• one of his favorite parts about sex

• When he doms- he starts out a little nervous unless he's in a mood but he'll quickly fall into it

• His voice is just so suited for being a Dom like wtf

• He'll lean down and whisper in your ear

• 10/10 dirty talk

• Uses his body as sex appeal to make you squirm

• will cuff you

• Will tie you up

• He'll not let you touch until your like really close

• He likes to see you come undone underneath him

• He thinks you're so pretty when you've got drool dribbling down your chin with your eyes lidded and face red

• He thinks your moans are the best

• I don't see him as being particularly loud in bed until he's actually a mess

• so it starts off as quiet groans and silent moans but as it goes on he'll get louder

• in heat though he's VERY loud

• Let's say you're in the middle, it depends on what's happening

• Y'all have the perfect balance of absolute filth and it's never boring :)

[numberonephantompizza1]

Poppy Fanfic: “Ask Her”

For context: This is a fanfic I wrote in order to join the Poppy Milk dev team and show off my writing skills. Since the callout at the time said we’d need to write a lot of sidequests, I wanted to ask the question of what a Poppy-centered side-quest would be like. I got the idea that it would be from an Asker’s perspective, and everything sort of came naturally after that. Even though I’m on the dev team right now, it’s not canon to Omega Timeline: Poppy’s Story and even has some inaccuracies that contradict canon. With that said, please feel free to read the story below the cut.

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You noticed something very different inside your room when you woke up. The lights were off and the sun hadn’t yet risen, but there was a certain… aura, coming from your door. You were filled with a certain trepidation, but… you approached it. It was hard to see in the light, but it looked… grey. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stepped through...

...and found about the last person you would’ve expected. The spitting image of Frisk - CORE!Frisk, that was, looking up at you, in the middle of a white void.

“Wh- You’re real?!” you asked, dumbfounded.

“Of course I’m real. Have you been taking all this multiverse stuff for granted? Everything is real somewhere,” Core answered, simply. 

“I… I don’t… and you, me…” you panted, starting to feel a small panic attack coming on.

“Focus,” Core snapped their fingers, grounding you back in reality. Okay, this was happening now.

“Let’s get down to business. Simply: you don’t like me. And I don’t like you. But we BOTH like Poppy. Poppy, my dear, sweet angel… has unfortunately recently come to the realization that Askers ALSO exist in the multiverse. And now she wants to do a ‘meet n’ greet’ with one of her fans. Trust me, I TRIED to talk her out of it, but she can be darn persuasive when she wants to be. And as you’re now realizing, that’s where you come in. 

“I wanna make you a deal. You play along with whatever Poppy wants until she gets bored of this. If you’re on your best behavior - and that means, don’t give her anything bad, don’t tell her anything you KNOW she shouldn’t know, don’t use any magic, and be a general good influence - if you play nice, in exchange, I will allow you to hang out with ANY resident of the Omega Timeline. 

“Want to spend a day full of wacky hijinks with a Papyrus, or even an Underswap Sans? Consider it done. Want to know how Deltarune Chapter 2 plays out ahead of time? I know a Susie with your name on it. Whatever you want, so long as you play by the rules, and don’t ask for anyone obviously ridiculous. So… do we have ourselves a deal?”

You contemplated that offer, and everything that was happening, trying to suppress your inner urge to geek out for just a few moments. The Omega Timeline, Poppy, and all the AU’s you could think of and more were real. And you just got an invitation to visit them.

“Yeah, of course!” you nodded excitedly, though your enthusiasm only seemed to make Core more anxious.

“Don’t make me regret this…” Core sighed, as the whiteness seemed to melt away into a cozy-looking house with wooden floors and lime walls, where you were standing directly outside of a white door. Core seemed to have disappeared.

Technically, there was nothing stopping you from exploring. So you did just that. You walked up to a shelf with some family photos. One was a photo of Poppy, Core, Dusted and Rust all together, in some meadow, looking happy. At least, you assumed Dusted and Rust were happy, they didn’t show up well on camera. There was another photo of Poppy alone, looking somewhat younger than she did on the blog, seated on a chair in a photo that looked far more staged. She held an actual poppy flower in her hand and smiled brightly.

You opened the cabinet doors, curious of what knick-knacks you might find in there. Some crayons, a few random glass cups, some art by 3-year-old Poppy that was so poorly done its meaning was hard to decipher, and a locked box. You reached for the box--

“Getting a bit sidetracked, aren’t we?”

You jolted up, and faced Core behind you. Even though they were child-sized, they crossed their arms with the poise and authority of a stern parent. You laughed anxiously. “Ahahaha… ahaha… ha……..”

“...Strike one.” Core said, and vanished. The meaning of that was all-too clear. Deciding not to dilly dally any longer, you went to the room you suspected to be Poppy’s, and knocked. 

“Just a sec!” Poppy said, and opened the door. She looked up at you, and gasped. “Wow, Granpa really did come through…!” She twirled excitedly. “You must be my adoring fan, aren’t you?” she asked.

You stared down at the girl in stunned silence.

“To be honest, I kinda figured you’d be some gray guy with sunglasses, but that’s kinda silly in hindsight. How you doin’?” She asked that last line in a mock accent as you continued to stare.

“Baby,” you said.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you quickly tried to change the subject. “Yeah, it’s… y’know, it’s great to be here…” You clasped your hands together, biting your lip. You were in an Undertale AU, faced with the AU granddaughter of another AU character. You still weren’t entirely over that. Was this fever dream? Fandom heaven, or fandom hell?

“I know! Once I heard you guys weren’t from the Omega Timeline, I realized I hadn’t met even ONE of my fans… even if you guys are super annoying some of the time.” 

“Uhhh, yeah…” you wondered if you should apologize on behalf of the askers who put Poppy in the hospital that one time. Then again, it seemed kind of awkward, and it might have been best not to bring that up while Core was watching, which was always. Looking down at the cutesy girl, it was almost tempting to pull her into a hug, but you managed to keep your composure. 

“I wanted to do something a little more special than just some sorta interview, though, because you ask me questions all the time anyways,” Poppy said. “Granpa said you’ve never been to the Omega Timeline before, so I wanna give you the big tour!” Poppy went to the door. “I’m gonna be outside when you’re ready!” She left the room.

Seeing the empty room in front of you, you were tempted to snoop again, but you’d learned your lesson after last time. You headed straight out after Poppy.

You couldn’t help but gasp in awe of the serenity of the great outdoors as you were beckoned to it. You’d been outside before, obviously, but everything just looked so… nice. The blue sky, the grassy grounds, the ornate buildings… you’ve seen this place in pixel art and a couple drawings before, but seeing it with your own eyes was another story. And the next thing for you to nearly faint at was seeing the Undertale characters running around, Sanses, Undynes, Frisks, even goat moms. 

Poppy smiled. “...It’s nice, isn’t it? I KNEW taking you on a tour was a good idea.” She smirked. “Now remember, just because this is a meet-up doesn’t mean it’s free, and there WILL be a fee at the end of our ride.”

“...Uh… I left my wallet at home,” you said, patting your pockets, “And I don’t have any, uh... ‘G,’ I think. Unless the G stands for ‘Gratitude,’ amiright?” you did finger guns.

“G stands for Gold,” Poppy corrected you bluntly, unamused. She returned to her chipper attitude just as quickly, though. “Now, let me show you around!” She led you down the street. 

Walking with her, seeing so many versions of your favorite characters in the flesh, walking around… well, the temptation to talk to SOME of them was irresistible, Core be damned. You did resolve not to go too far off-track, but you shared some words with the folks you passed by, Poppy thankfully stopping each time you did. You met two Frisks - one boy, one ambiguous - an Underswap Undyne, a human version of Toriel, and surprisingly, a version of Princess Peach.

You and Poppy approached an elegant fountain, stood upon proudly by a statue of a mustachio’d CORE!Frisk. “This is the Timeline Plaza! It’s sort of the local park, where people meet up to do... stuff. Just hang out. Make a picnic. Play ball. All that good park-y stuff, y’know? And there’s stores in all directions, so it’s pretty good.” She proudly showed off her home to you, with a smile.

You talked to more on the way to the next place. An Inverted Fate Papyrus. A weird Ralsei who said his name was “Noyno.” An Asgore wearing a hoodie, who you assumed was swapped with Sans. (Poppy did scold you a little bit for this, telling you that just because someone has a hoodie you shouldn’t assume they’re swapped. You apologized.)

“This is Grillby’s! One of them, anyways. The nearest one to my house. It’s pretty good if you want an OK burger. Sanses love the place, though. It’s… kind of unhealthy. And a little gross.” Poppy said. “Especially when they just drink… raw… ketchup.”

“Can’t handle a little ketchup?” you smiled mischievously. “We drink it by the gallon back in my universe,” you lied.

“...I really hope you’re joking,” Poppy said, alarmed.

“Am I?” you smiled brighter.

“...W-well, we’re not going in there, so you can FORGET about drinking that much ketchup!” Poppy said, afraid of the sheer power of your ketchup-drinking.

You and Poppy moved onto the next spot. You met an Underswap Alphys who seemed to be trapped in a red-and-gold palette. You met a robot dressed as a circus ringmaster, who claimed to be a Chara. You met a Dummy dressed in a Frisk shirt. (You didn’t assume it was swapped with Frisk this time, which turned out to be a mistake, because it was.) Poppy stared at you awkwardly now, wondering why you were talking to all these random strangers. Finally, you and Poppy reached your next destination.

“The theater! Where we show off all the greatest hits! Including MY movie, which, not to brag, but it’s--”

Except, you’d been distracted by a hyperdeath Asriel, and were ignoring Poppy for the moment.

“...” Poppy spoke up. “That’s what I don’t get about you.”

“Huh?” that seemed to wake you up, and you looked at her. 

“Everytime it’s always, ‘have you met Underswap Sans,’ or ‘have you met JangoTale Frisk,’ or some other weird thing. You always ask that. But… they’re just people. Why do you always assume I know some random Sans or Frisk or someone?”

“I…” you were a bit taken aback. “...I don’t… we don’t assume you know them, they’re just… they’re just important.” 

“Important?” She asked. “...I-I mean, yeah, EVERYONE’s important, but, I don’t really get what you mean…”

“They’re all--” You paused, trying to collect your thoughts, think of everything you knew from the blog, and tried to actually talk to her. “...They’re like friends to me. Kinda.”

“...You guys are friends with them? I thought you were stuck in your world…” she frowned.

“No, it’s like-- I’m not ‘friends’ with Underswap Frisk, or-- or Storyshift Frisk, or Shifty or whatever, I’m just friends with… Frisk.”

...Poppy stared at you like you just said the ground was turning to jelly, or something equally bafflingly inane. “...I… think you’re confused. Look, sometimes newcomers struggle with this. Your Frisk isn’t the only Frisk--”

“I know! It’s… You don’t get it. This world, these worlds are so special and creative, and they mean a lot to me. I know we can be really edgy, and I know we ask weird questions about Dusted and Rust, but that’s all because… because...” you paused.

Poppy looked, seeming upset about hearing her siblings mentioned in the context of ‘edgy’ questions, not seeing what you were seeing. Core, standing behind her, holding up a hand signal.

The number two.

You were getting carried away. You overstepped.

“...Um… I’m sorry.” You pulled her into a hug as Core vanished. “There’s really no reason for us to ask those questions. We can just be dumb sometimes.”

“...” She hugged back. “Yeah, it’s okay. I knew you guys were super weird and dumb before I convinced Granpa to let you in here, so I guess I should’ve seen this coming,” Poppy smiled, regaining her confidence as you did your best to not be offended at being called weird and dumb.

“Okay! I think I have just one last stop in mind to cap this tour off on a high note! Literally, hehehe…” She giggled mischievously. This time, you didn’t stop to talk to others, following her directly as you approached a peak overlooking the town. For yet another time, and probably the last, you couldn’t help but ogle at the town’s beauty. “Pretty good, right?” She sat down.

“Ha… with all the climbing, I was worried we’d fall down a mountain,” you joked. Poppy seemed to roll her eyes, as you sat beside her. “...I guess I get how you can call this place home. I mean, once I stop nerding out, anyways. You don’t see stuff like this in my… reality.”

“Just gallons and gallons of ketchup, huh?” she commented. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yeah.”

And you two just stared into the distance for a while. ...She wasn’t just a character. She was a human being.

...Or, technically just a ‘being,’ scratch the human part. Still, you felt a bit desensitized to all this. And so did she. You related in that way.

“I can’t say you exactly passed with flying colors, but you fulfilled your end of the agreement well enough.”

Without any warning, you were back in a white void with CORE!Frisk, just like before. You almost forgot about the deal you made, what with all the time you spent with Poppy. You stood.

“Uh… yeah. So, my reward…” you drifted off, remembering the offer Core gave you. The chance to meet just about any AU character of your imagining… or at least, any that would be peaceful enough to be in the Omega Timeline. Which still left a WIDE variety of options…

Who did you want to see? What mattered most to you?

...

Thinking deeply… you told Core their name.

“...Oh. Really? Well, I guess it makes sense for you that you’d want to see them,” Core remarked. “I can’t guarantee they’ll give you what you’re looking for, but a deal’s a deal. Let’s head off.”

You and Core went somewhere else.

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And that’s all she wrote! If you read this far, thank you. Working on the game since then has been fun, and I think you’ll like what we have in store. Until then, ciao.

[sidecarghost]

(x)

Proof Castiel is Sam Winchester’s blurry non-gendered spouse.

Y yo at ti, Cas.

And I, you.

Castiel honoring Dean’s wishes. And watches over Sam for the rest of his life.

Spn 11x23 Alpha and Omega

CAS: I could go with you.

DEAN: No, I got to do this alone. Listen, if—when—when this works, Sam—he's gonna be a mess. So look out for him, okay? Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

CAS: Of course.

DEAN: [places his hand on Cas’s shoulder] Thank you for everything.

I think Sastiel would have fun married couple adventures. And they’d both be amazing dads for their son Dean. Cas probably splits his time between cosmic duties with Jack and time with Sam. So his presence is more in the background and out of focus then attention demanding.

Sam and Cas both miss Dean terribly, but they accept Dean just wasn’t ready to flip that hourglass over one more time for a chance at a normal life. And even though they can’t understand it they respect that it was Dean’s choice to make.

Getting married wasn’t planned by Sam and Cas, but they both consoled each other over Dean’s violent passing at a young age. And Sam wanted to hunt but knew better than to hunt on his own so he prayed to Cas, and Cas came to help. When Cas learned Dean Winchester died from getting jabbed by pointy rebar he was devastated. Dean didn’t pray to him, so Cas kept his distance from Heaven. He figured Dean would call when he was ready for him. Or if he was ever ready for him.

Cas knew Dean would want Sam to have a good life, so Cas picked that as his new mission and made sure to carry foam packs to cover pointy metal wherever Sam went. Sam rolled his eyes at Cas’s attempt to baby proof the Earth but he was touched to see the angel pull himself out of his own misery to watch over Sam.

After months of monster hunting Sam told Cas he was quitting. The hunting had been a way to cope with the soul crushing sorrow of losing his brother. But hunting wasn’t who he was anymore. Castiel thought and nodded. He thought the Winchester’s had bled enough for humanity and deserved some peace.

~~ I meant to poke at this idea a little bit, but it got lengthy and remainder is under the cut. And it’s just a happy Sastiel fic pretty much following the finale without much deviation, but is meant to make the whole Sam montage less soulless. I don’t have any resolution for Dean, because Dean’s character is just ruined for me at the moment. His meaningless death in series finale still prevents me from writing anything remotely cheerful for Dean. So I’m just avoiding doing anything more than mentioning him.~~

Sam and Castiel rented a little house, because the bunker was too depressing to live in. Castiel called in a favor with Jack to expunge all the Winchester’s public records. Sam and Dean were now upstanding citizens with a spotless record. Dean’s obituary now stated he died during a construction accident while working on a barn. Castiel had a mausoleum built for the Winchester’s, and even though Dean’s remains had been burned he tracked down every molecule of scattered carbon ash that had been part of Dean and set it in his coffin. He also held a second service for the hunter that was a huge affair exactly as Dean had wished for when he faced off against Amara.

Meanwhile, Sam Winchester had started taking night courses to get his law degree and pass the bar exam. With his spotless record he was able to become a prosecuting attorney and did amazing work bringing criminals to justice within the judicial system.

Castiel ends up being really good at dog training after working with Miracle on obedience and agility training. So he starts a dog training school for pet owners to learn how to train their pets without any harsh methods.

One day around Christmas, Sam and Cas are sitting on the couch watching some lgbt hallmark Christmas movie and drinking eggnog. Cas leans his head on Sam’s chest, and they start kissing and they don’t stop. Maybe they both still missed Dean and were just looking for a distraction or maybe they both had slowly fallen in love with each other over the years. They have a small ceremony and Castiel spends the rest of his immortal life proudly bearing the Winchester last name as his own.

Angel reproduction may grant human vessels hermaphrodite sex organs or maybe Sam finds a spell that lets Cas or himself swap sex. Whatever the case, they decide to have a family and nine months later their son Dean is born. Dean is a nephilim, and he has a good heart and a kind soul just like his dads. And he also has all the selflessness and sensitivity of his deceased uncle enjoying a solitary road trip across Heaven.

Original Charlie was brought back by Jack, (along with everyone else that had sacrificed their lives and wanted to have another chance to live a normal life). Charlie buys baby Dean the most obnoxious toddler overalls ever with the name “Dean” embroidered in bright yellow across the front. Sam takes one look at them and after a fit of laughter gets ready to throw them in the trash, but Castiel starts tearing up over them and traces out the letters. Sam doesn’t have the heart to tell him how ridiculous the pants look, so he just smiles at Cas and places a hand reassuringly on Cas’s waist and hopes Dean isn’t looking down from Heaven and seeing that outfit.

Sam lives a long life, and his death occurs at an old age while in hospice care at their home. Castiel knew Sam’s life was coming to an end, and he had been keeping an eye out for the reaper that would come to collect Sam’s soul. And finally one day he sees a reaper beside the bedside of his beloved. Cas fetched their son Dean to Sam’s bedside. He wants their son to have a chance to say goodbye to Sam while he’s alive, and then Cas will accompany Sam’s soul to Heaven. Castiel watches invisibly next to the quiet reaper standing nearby. He still feels a terrible ache in his heart that Dean had missed out on growing old.

After all this time, Castiel had still never heard a prayer from Dean. Bobby had told Castiel that he mentioned to Dean his rescue by Jack from the Empty. But that Dean had taken off in the Impala after that. It seemed that Bobby couldn’t resist busting Dean’s chops about John Winchester living next door. Maybe that attempt at a joke shook Dean, and he just needed 40 years to collect himself.

Regardless of the reason for Dean’s silence, Castiel thinks about the best way to facilitate the reunion of Sam and Dean without causing Dean any distress. Castiel decides he’ll stay invisible when Sam and Dean get their reunion in Heaven. He’ll let Sam tell Dean when he is ready, or maybe Dean will ask about him and that makes him smile softly to himself.

With that settled Cas lets his attention rest on his son. He is so proud of his and Sam’s son, and he is sure Dean will be proud of his nephew too. Their son will be able to visit freely between Heaven and Earth so this goodbye isn’t the end for them. 

Sam and Cas’s son, Dean, leans over the recumbent body of Sam Winchester and kisses him goodbye and tells him it’s okay to go. Sam’s eyes close for the final time. Then, a moment later, Sam’s soul is standing next to Castiel and the reaper. All the years have vanished from Sam’s appearance, and Cas is looking at the same young man he had fallen in love with watching formulaic romcoms some 40 years ago. Their son, Dean, can still see Sam, because his nephilim abilities let him pierce the Veil. He embraces his dad, and Sam tells his son to come visit him in Heaven whenever he wants, and Sam whispers to his son to promise to take good care of Castiel for him. Their son, Dean, nods with sincerity and whispers back to his dad Sam that he’ll keep that promise for the rest of his life.

Sam turns towards Castiel and the lovers share a passionate kiss. All the chronic pain from Sam’s failing health is gone. And Cas feels a rush of excitement from Sam’s rising libido. Cas kind of wishes the reaper and his son weren’t standing right there at this moment. Sam notices Castiel’s discomfort and laughs. He then offers his husband his hand to hold. Castiel gazes at Sam’s face with eyes full of love and takes hold of Sam’s hand.

Castiel locks on to the location of Dean’s soul in Heaven. He unfurls his majestic rainbow wings and flies Sam to a few feet behind his brother on the bridge. After he sets Sam down he sees Dean smile, and he hears the brothers greet each other. Castiel remains invisible and he sees the reaper responsible for Sam nod and teleport away. Castiel feels tears come to his eyes watching the two brothers have the reunion they have deserved for so long. He watches them embrace and smiles to himself.

A moment later Castiel teleports back to his home with his son Dean. The father and son hug, and Castiel begins making plans for a celebration of the life of Sam Winchester. He wants the funeral of Sam to be the biggest ever seen in their state. Sam and Dean had been true heroes and their memory deserved no less. The mausoleum where Sam and Dean’s remains rest will be guarded for eternity by the angel that loved them beyond all logic and reason.

While Castiel makes himself busy planning, his son Dean helps tidy the house and stumbles over a board game. “Hey dad, how do you play Twister?” Dean asks. Castiel can’t resist smiling and begins to explain the rules of the game to his son. “Can we bring some of these games to Heaven when we visit dad Sam and uncle Dean?” Dean asks. “Yes, I think that’s a great idea,” Cas smiles to his son thinking back to playing “Sorry” with Dean and “Connect 4″ with Jack. He feels like those were memories from yesterday and not decades ago. But decades is barely a moment relative to the immortal life of an angel.

“These games are special, Dean, because they give us the most precious thing in the universe,” Castiel tells his son. “They give us time spent enjoying the company of our loved ones. I haven’t spent very long on Earth in the company of humanity, but in my short time here I learned that time is a gift. It’s the most precious gift we can give the people we love. And spending that time on big gestures is never as fulfilling as just all the little things we can do together. The grand gestures seems to get forgotten rather quickly by those closest to use. Big events are important for posterity and the history books, and they are important for shaping the world we live in. I want Sam and Dean to have a big, beautiful funeral so their memory lives on for the people that didn’t know them well. The big funeral isn’t so much about me honoring them, as me keeping their story alive for posterity. But honoring them is even more important to me, and I honor them with every decision I make, for every moment of the day, for the rest of my existence. I choose the selfless and sensitive choice that Dean would have chosen, and I choose the courageous and loyal choice that Sam would have chosen. Humans were never meant to be grand visions set on a pedestal, they were meant to be appreciated on a much smaller scale along with full attention to their strengths and their quirks. 

“And our life spent together hurtling through space in orbit around a star is oddly enough defined by the mundane. The simple times spent together are the treasures that we seem ideally equipped to hold close and carry on.”