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wake-me-up-inside-imagines · 8 months ago

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Mine!

Summary: A short drabble of jealous Micah scenting Leo while Rain intentionally makes everything worse (or better).

Au: Omegaverse (is it even a au if it's your own characters?)

Crossposted on my ao3

Warnings: Implied sexual content towards the end, brief mentions of alcohol

I hope you enjoy!

Banner/divider credit goes to @cafekitsune

"Don't you think you're going a little bit overboard right now?"

Micah hummed against Leo's neck, softly inhaling the sweet scent of his omega as he rubbed his cheek against his scent glands. "Not even a little bit. I don't want anyone trying to take my mate away from me again." He glanced up briefly to glare across the bar, his eyes trained on a rather eccentric alpha, who had seemingly found another poor omega to latch onto.

Leo snorted in amusement, his eyes tracking Micah's gaze. "He wasn't trying to take me away from you, he was just starting a conversation! Besides." he continued, his eyes shifting to the new omega pityingly, "it looks like he found someone else to bother. I don't think any of us need to worry about him coming near me again." Leo hoped his words would reassure the angry alpha snuggling up to him, but all they did was draw an annoyed huff from Micah's throat.

"Starting conversation my ass." Rain objected, ignoring his drink in favor of watching his mate get bombarded with his other mates' possessive affections. All three of the men were sitting on a long, cushy seat pushed against the bar wall, Rain watching the scene his mates (well, really just Micah) were making from Leo's other side. He giggled at the embarrassed expression plastered across Leo's face, offering no relief or safety from Micah's territorial display. "He was totally flirting with you, you just like to give people the benefit of the doubt. Seriously, I don't know how you didn't see it."

Leo shot Rain a frustrated look, annoyed that his other mate was doing nothing to back him up, or at the very least, calm Micah down. Instead, he was actively making things worse. He supposed that's what he got for trusting Rain of all people to not escalate the situation. "Ok, well, maybe he didn't know I was mated already. it could have been an honest mistake!" His neck twitched as Micah's stubble grazed over his flesh, tickling the sensitive skin where his teeth had staked their claim on his omega.

"Mhm." Micah hummed sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he continued to rub his face against Leo's glands. "I'm sure he didn't see the two obvious mating marks on both sides of your neck from where we claimed you. And I'm sure he didn't see the bruises we left on your pretty little body last night~"

"It's dark in here dude! It's hard to see scars and marks and stuff like that..." Leo trailed off, rubbing his hand against the purple bruises on his neck that stood out rather obviously on his pale skin bashfully. The more he talked, the more he didn't believe himself. Sure, it was dim in the bar, but not nearly dim enough to erase mating marks from others' view, let alone hickeys. Hell, he could see other people's mating marks from across the room just fine!

"Oh sure." Rain chimed in, not willing to give his mate a break from their teasing. "And of course, there's no way he could possibly have smelled our scent on you. He must have been nose blind, that's all!"

As Rain spoke, he shimmied closer to Leo, slinging his arm around the omegas shoulders before rubbing Leo's cheek against his own. His scent wasn't nearly as strong as Micah's and would likely get over powered by the alpha's, but he'd be damned if he didn't at least try to properly scent his mate.

"Ok, to be fair, this place reeks of alcohol and smoke, not to mention how many people are packed in here right now. It's hard to smell anything at all, let alone individual scents." Leo countered, more confident in this argument than the last. It was true that it was hard to smell any one individual, although with how clingy both of his mates were, and with how close the rival alpha had tried to get to him, he had his doubts about how hidden his mate's scents were.

"That is true," Micah agreed, and for a second, Leo allowed himself to hope that maybe his alpha would come to his senses and compose himself a little.

"Which is why I need to be extra sure my scent sticks this time." Micah continued, pressing his nose even further into Leo's neck. "We wouldn't want this happening again, now would we?"

His hopes were futile, it seemed.

Leo grumbled before collapsing his body back into his seat, defeated. Micah took advantage of his mate's lax posture by scooping him up and plopping him down on his lap before nuzzling up to him once more, his omega's body safely tucked away into his chest. Rain scooted even closer to his mates, leaning his body into Micah's shoulder before pressing his own face to Leo's second mating mark, the mark he made. A purr rumbled in his chest at the reminder of the night that he had claimed his mates as his own, and they had claimed him right back. His hand found its way to his neck, lightly touching the twin bite marks that mirrored each other there, affection bubbling in his chest.

Despite his embarrassment, Leo could feel his own purr joining Rain's, his small, light, churrs contrasting nicely with his mates' rusty vibrations. Soon, Micah's own purr could be heard, a low, rich rumble that was almost inaudible at first, before it grew loud enough for both of his mates to hear. A moment of pure stillness blessed the men before Leo butted both of his mates softly in the head, first Rain, then Micah, a clear apology. Micah looked down at him in confusion, unsure why their omega was apologizing for.

Leo looked down at where his legs were slung over Micah's, an apprehensive shadow falling over his face. "I really didn't know he was flirting with me," he mumbled, shame coating his words. Micah and Rain shared a look of understanding over their mates back. Their poor omega was too trusting for his own good, and now he felt guilty for allowing another alpha to get so close to him without understanding his intentions. "I wouldn't have let him near me if I had known." He paused a second before speaking again, a newfound desperation lacing his voice. "You know I would never leave either of you right? You know that I love both of you more than anything, right? Please tell me you know that."

"Oh baby," Micah cooed, snuggling Leo more firmly into his chest. "Of course we know. It's not your fault he took advantage of your good nature. He's the asshole, not you. If anything, we should be apologizing for not noticing sooner." He kissed his mate on the forehead before lightly tapping his forehead against Leo's, affection shining in his eyes.

Leo didn't look too convinced. "Do you... do you think I'm too naive? Too... I don't know, too dumb?"

The question hung in the air for a moment, both of his mates too stunned to answer. The omega's sweet scent began to sour as the silence stretched on, taking his mate's silence as a yes.

"What? No! Why would you ever think that?" Rain broke the silence, indignation and shock plastered across his face. He nuzzled his nose into Leo's cheek, trying to comfort their obviously distressed mate. "Sweetheart, you're one of the smartest people I know, how could you say that about yourself?"

Leo looked down at his legs, too embarrassed to look the beta in the eye. "I'm too trusting! I should have known that no alpha would approach a random omega in a bar without ulterior motives, but I didn't even consider that until you two mentioned it. And it's not the first time. I trust people too easily, even people I don't know. I just... I just can't read people, I always take them at face value. Isn't that what being naive is?"

Rain sighed, searching for the words to reassure his mate that he wasn't as trusting as he said he was. He looked to Micah for help, relieved when his mate shot him a reassuring smile. Micah tilted Leo's head up enough so that he could stare into his eyes, cupping his cheek softly in his palms. "Little one, you've always shown good judgment when it comes to others, he was just a stranger you'd never met. It's not naive to want to see the best in people you don't know, especially since you normally notice when something's off pretty quickly. This was just one interaction, it doesn't speak to your character. You aren't dumb, or naive, and I don't want to hear you say otherwise, ok?"

Leo still seemed tense, but who was he to deny an order given by his alpha? "Ok," he whispered, nuzzling his face into Micah's shirt and inhaling his comforting scent. "Thank you, sorry for bringing this up."

Rain snorted before butting his head into Leo's good naturedly. "You have nothing to apologize for. If anything I should be thanking you." He glanced teasingly at the alpha sitting across from him, who was still trying to ingrain his scent into Leo's skin, albeit more subtly than before. "You've taken all of Micah's attention off of me and put it onto yourself! At least I'm not the one being scented so aggressively."

Don't hold your breath on that one." Micah growled, mock-glaring at his other mate. "Just because you're a beta doesn't mean you're safe from creeps. Once I'm done with this one," he said, bouncing Leo up a little for extra emphasis, "you're next."

"Save it for when we're back home." Rain said, downing his drink in one go. "I want you to make extra sure your scent sticks. I would hate for you to start something you can't finish in public~"

"Oh?" Micah shot back, moving to stand up. Leo laughed as his mate swooped him up into his arms, holding him bridal style while looming over their other mate. "In that case," he murmured, leaning close to Rain's face, "maybe we should leave right now. I would hate to leave you out any longer."

"Mmmmm, maybe we should." Rain hummed, already making his way over to close their tab. The alpha/omega duo waited for him to make his way back over before beginning to walk out, Leo still wrapped tightly in Micah's arms.

Are you planning on letting me down any time soon?" Leo inquired, exasperated at being carried like a child. "I can walk you know!"

Micah seemed to consider his words for a moment, before shaking his head with a smirk. "Not by the end of the night you won't. Save your energy while you can, it's gonna be a long night." He grinned, his grip on Leo's body tightening possessively. He turned his head to look at Rain, the same teasing expression plaster on his face. "Although, it might end up being longer for others."

"Ha ha," Rain mocked, his own smirk starting to spread across his face. "We'll see about that one. What was that you said a while ago? Something about me being a handful?"

The three mates walked out of the bar, still arguing and teasing one another, and if Micah smirked at the rival alpha from earlier, who had turned to watch the trio leave with keenly interested eyes, Leo didn't have to know about that. And if Rain just so happened to flip said alpha off before he disappeared through the bar doors, well, Leo didn't have to know about that either.

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delkios · 3 years ago

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[fic][Star Wars, Niner, Boss, NC-17] Paint Your Love

Being back in clone hell, of course I'd also be back on my favorite clone-related dinghy. This was supposed to be quick and sexy armor porn inspired by various other armor porn fics I read, but then they both decided to have 3k worth of feelings on me.

Title from Roxette's Paint.

Title: Paint Your Love Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 3071 Characters: Niner, Boss Summary: Clonecest. Just some armor porn and feelings.

There were, of course, better ways to paint armor but for Niner at least there were none better than having a brush in one hand, Boss’s armor- and Boss himself -under the other. The paint didn’t have to be precise, commandos were rarely subjected to inspections and most anyone else unlucky enough to see a commando’s armor generally didn’t live long enough to worry about an uneven paint job. But Niner was particular in all things and taking the time to paint a strong, straight line was no different than any other task he set himself to.

It helped, of course, few things gave him as much power over his Delta counterpart.

He didn’t know why, exactly, having his armor painted like this was such a turn on for Boss but Niner was not one to pass up an advantage. Boss could never not be in control but, in this moment, he was at Niner’s mercy.

The first time had been an accident, catching Boss fumbling with his armor in the assault ship locker room reserved for temporary troops being transported. Delta had barely succeeded in a mission and just as barely survived, largely through tenacity and Omega’s emergency deployment to assist with exfil. Painting over the marks of his armor, Boss had once said, was almost meditative. Helped him quiet and gather his thoughts. That time, however, obviously wasn’t the case. Boss had a bacta brace on, having fractured his wrist during the mission, and it made removing his armor difficult.

Niner watched him struggle for a moment, nearly asked where the rest of his squad was before deciding to deal with the situation himself rather than pass it off to any of the other injured and exhausted Deltas. Niner smacked away Boss’s injured hand, ignoring the man’s reflexive protests and stubborn pride, forcibly maneuvering Boss into a position where Niner could easily reach the worst of the damage to Boss’s armor.

He recognized the pattern well, a starburst of carbon along Boss’s side and chest from smothering a grenade with his own body. Even starker than Fi’s had been against the bold white and orange of the chestplate. Niner had to force his teeth to unclench and focus on what he was doing rather than the why. The armor was still intact and so was the man that wore it. That was most important.

It was almost addicting, the feeling of paint flowing over the smooth surface of the armor, watching the scratches and dings disappearing, hidden but not erased. It was made all the more peaceful for the fact it was just the two of them, no brothers around them, having to pay attention to when someone’s teasing started getting a little too sharp, a little too personal. He could feel Boss staring at him, feel his breath stirring gently against Niner’s hairline.

Niner switched to the white paint and part of him couldn’t help feeling how… intimate this seemed as he followed the imperfections lower. Down Boss’s chest, down his abdomen. Boss shifted, straddling the bench and leaning back so Niner had more room to work and when Niner took a deep breath- because his lungs, among other things, suddenly felt so constricted -he felt his his belly press against Boss’s codpiece and his mouth went dry.

Daringly, because he was afraid Boss would recognize the arousal in Niner’s face but wanting to know if Boss hadn’t already caught it, Niner risked glancing up at the Delta and found Boss’s face had been turned away. His injured hand was up by his cheek, as if trying to shield himself from Niner’s view and he was visibly trembling. At first he’d thought that the mission had finally caught up to Boss and he was ashamed to be caught breaking apart by a man that was as much a rival as he was friend.

But then Niner, inadvertently in his alarm, pressed against Boss’s codpiece again and felt Boss press back. The man let out a moan between his teeth and Niner realized that Boss’s thighs were trembling and what skin he could see was flushed.

Boss was aroused. Even more than Niner was and Niner wondered just how hard he was beneath his armor. Experimentally he put his hand on Boss’s crotch, just to see what he would do and immediately Boss thrusted upward, as if he could feel it, as if it would offer him some sort of relief. Then Boss, almost timidly, lowered his hand and looked down at Niner.

Niner had wanted to scoff and ask where all that pride Delta was known for, that Boss was known for, had gone to. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blush darkening Boss’s cheeks, the sweat beading across his forehead and the sliver of amber around the blown out pupils. He’d said Niner’s name then, softly, like a secret, and Niner had realized in all their encounters, even with Boss’s dick in his hand, he’d never seen Boss so vulnerable. How could he have done anything other than surging forward in a clumsy, desperate kiss, noses bumping, teeth clacking. He clawed at Boss’s codpiece, finally finding the latches and tossing it away and the two rutted against each other until they both came in their blacks.

They slumped together uncomfortably on the bench and Niner came back to his senses with Boss’s fingers running through his hair, nipping lightly at his earlobe until Niner shuddered at the scraping of teeth. “I’ll never be able to paint my armor around the boys again,” Boss’s voice was a low rumble and Niner’s breath caught at the feel of it under his cheek. “I’ll only be able to think about you.”

Niner had never been more grateful that Omega decided on black armor as it required little aesthetic maintenance. Because he’d never be able to paint armor again without remembering the way Boss looked at that moment.

Part of him wished Boss would always look like that: relaxed, sated, a curl on his lips that could’ve been called fond and looking at Niner as if he were something amazing. And Niner couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to, stretching up to press a kiss to Boss’s lips, listening to him hum, feeling the fingers curling against his scalp almost possessively. “Guess that means I’ll have to do it for you from now on.”

The sigh against his mouth couldn’t have been anything other than an agreement and so the practice started. Whenever their schedules allowed a day to themselves, a day that could be spent together, Niner would spread Boss out on a seat with paints and brushes set next to them. Then he’d devote hours to going meticulously over Boss’s armor, stealing glances at Boss’s face whenever he would shiver or sigh. And every time he did, Boss would be looking at him, lower lip caught between his teeth, transfixed by Niner’s work, his hands, the focused concentration on his face. He’d shudder and arch as Niner worked, as if he could feel the movement of the brush through his armor, as if Niner were painting on skin instead.

What would that be like, he’d wondered more than once, to have Boss’s bare body as his canvas. Marking him with teeth and lips as often as he would a brush. A gloved hand carded through his hair, the rough material scratching along the skin and stubble of his jaw and Niner resisted to urge to bite the thumb, to pull it into his mouth and suck.

He supposed they all had their strange kinks.

“Niner,” Boss’s hand moved to the junction where Niner’s neck met his shoulder, trying to give him a guiding push further down. Niner refused to budge. He still had work on the pauldron to complete and Boss wasn’t nearly desperate enough for the Omega lead to give him the release he was asking for just yet. “Ner’ika.”

Niner had to pause a moment, closing his eyes and taking a breath that smelled more of paint than Boss. That was unfair, calling him that. Sounding like that. “Stop that, you’ll mess up my work.” He vainly ignored the fact his voice came out much breathier than he intended.

Boss chuckled, a low thing that Niner could feel vibrating in the air between them and that, too, was unfair. “You’re just looking for work. The damage isn’t as bad this time around.”

“I guess you finally learned how to use cover.”

It had actually been a little less than two months since they last did this. Perhaps Zey was trying to get the commandos more downtime.

“There are other things you could be focusing on.” Boss’s thumb moved back across Niner’s jaw, stroking over Niner’s lower lip and then pressing ever so gently inward until Niner had no choice but to open his mouth. He immediately nipped at it, attention never wavering from the stroke of his brush.

The taste wasn’t great- like any other synthetic armorweave but with dirt from all points of the galaxy grounded into the fibers. He was grateful Boss made an effort to clean his gloves regularly once he realized how much Niner liked the feel of them on his body, liked biting down on the thumb, palm, whatever part Boss dared to put near his mouth. That effort only did so much against all the abuse those gloves regularly went through, however.

Niner’s jaw dropped, his tongue sliding down the length of Boss’s thumb and they both groaned. Perhaps this once Niner didn’t have to be so meticulous. He shifted backwards, letting Boss’s thumb fall from his mouth and gave the orange painted armor a once over to see if there were any major markings he still needed to get to. Satisfied that it looked good enough for now, Niner capped the tin of orange paint. In his periphery he could see Boss’s triumphant grin. It fell when he grabbed the white paint.

“Niner- seriously?”

Deliberately holding Boss’s gaze, Niner slid off his perch to kneel between Boss’s knees. The other commando automatically spread his legs out, giving him space. Niner let the tip of a clean brush caress the inside of Boss’s thigh. His leg jerked in response and Boss swallowed hard. “Oh.”

The armor there didn’t really need painting. The worst it had gotten in the last two months had all easily been washed away, but Niner wasn’t interested in covering anything up. He dipped the brush into the paint, carefully running the bristles along the edge of the tin in order to get the excess off, shaping the brush into a point, letting the anticipation build as Boss watched. Niner placed the brush down by Boss’s knee and, ever so lightly, drew the brush up into a long stroke, followed by two short. Then another long stroke and two short, two long lines, gradually making his way further up Boss’s leg. By the time he’d finished the word, Boss was leaning back on his elbows, head stretched back and biting back groans. Niner didn’t know if Boss knew what he was writing- he hoped not -but so close to his work, Niner could see the already drying brushstrokes faintly. The realization hit Niner harder than he anticipated- his words, his marks, the things he couldn’t bring himself to say being carried into battle with Boss.

He wrote more and once he started, Niner couldn’t seem to stop. Fi had once said all Deltas must have a praise kink- Niner resolutely did not dwell on how he would have found that out -but Niner had never had the courage to see if that was true. Boss already had an ego the size of solar systems, he’d told himself, but the truth was this relationship between them, what had started as stress relief between two squad leaders, had quickly developed into something much more. At least on Niner’s part. And he was afraid to find out if it hadn’t for Boss.

So he wrote them out of Boss’s trembling thighs: his feelings, his hopes, the longing he held in his most private thoughts, all of it until the armor was covered in Mando’a, hidden to all except the sharpest eye. At some point in his writing, Boss reached down to grab Niner’s free hand, lacing their fingers together, thumb rubbing circles against the skin. He hadn’t even noticed until he’d finished pouring the depths of his heart out.

Niner watched the movement of Boss’s thumb, as if that was an answer to a question he hadn’t asked. Boss’s hand squeezed his and Niner squeezed back, finally looking up at the other man. Boss looked wrecked. “Ner’ika,” he breathed out, “gedet’ye.”

Niner couldn’t deny him any longer- couldn’t deny himself -and his hands felt practically numb as he pulled the armor from Boss’s crotch, found the seam in his blacks and pulled his cock out, soaked through with pre-cum. Niner took a moment to let it run along his lips, remembering the feel of it before letting it slide into his mouth.

It was one of the many things Niner wouldn’t admit, how much he loved having Boss’s cock in his mouth. He never cared about being intimate with another clone or being but, for reasons he couldn’t explain, the thought of Boss’s dick made his mouth water. The moment the taste of him hit Niner’s tongue, his eyes slid closed and he hummed. It was as much a feeling of rightness as that damn smug grin Boss often sported, or the way he always seemed to know when Niner needed to vent even when he stood quietly in full armor.

Familiarity, he supposed. Despite having had different trainers, the two squads worked with each other more than they did with any other commandos. It certainly wasn’t the only reason- Niner had no compulsion to suck the dick of any other Delta or any of the Nulls, after all. Perhaps this too had to do with power. Boss was always mouthy when he had Niner on his dick, spewing filth with his voice low and rough until Niner trembled to hear it and even when he was being split open by Niner, Boss would goad him, challenge him until Niner fucked the air out of his lungs. But there was something about Niner being on his knees, cheeks hollowing as he sucked Boss’s dick that left the man speechless, reduced to soft noises, biting his own hand and watching Niner like he was helpless to do anything else.

Something touched his cheek and Niner’s eyes shot open. Boss was leaning forward, brushing a knuckle softly, almost tenderly from the the corner of Niner’s eye, down across the cheekbone. He was looking at Niner as if he were a wonder, as if he were in awe. As if he thought this… whatever it was between them was as incredible as Niner did.

That had Niner slamming his eyes shut again, pulling his hand away from where it had been wrapped around Boss’s dick and shoving it down into his own blacks to wrap around his aching member. It was a little more difficult without a hand keeping the base steady, pumping the length of cock that Niner couldn’t get into his mouth, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of Boss’s hand. It was suddenly all too much. He needed it to end, chasing after… after something, he wasn’t sure what but it made something in his chest flutter and he held onto Boss’s hand like a lifeline.

He lost all semblance of finesse, sucking harshly, not being careful with his teeth but from the way Boss moaned, pushing up into Niner’s mouth, clearly he didn’t mind. He never did, could always take whatever Niner threw at him and was always willing to take more, no matter how hard Niner pushed, no matter how he tightly he wrapped his more tender feelings in cold bristles and selfish need.

Boss came with a hoarse cry, spilling over Niner’s tongue and down his throat and Niner sucked him dry until Boss’s thighs shook and jerked and his belly quivered from the sensitivity. Then a hand cupped against his jaw, so gentle despite the tremble, and Niner became undone, Boss’s cock falling from his mouth as he gasped and shuddered, spilling into his own hand.

He braced his forehead against Boss’s hipbone, flaccid cock still wet and sticky brushing against Niner’s cheek as they both sucked in air. Boss’s hand fell from where he’d been petting Niner’s hair and Niner sat back on his heels. He couldn’t look up at the other commando, inexplicably afraid of what he might find in his expression and equally unsure of what he wanted to find.

“Did you get off?” Boss asked, still breathless and boneless. Wordlessly, still trying to find his voice, Niner held up his hand covered in spunk. Just as wordlessly Boss waved a hand and Niner put a knee onto the seat, all but crawling up Boss’s body.

The moment he was close enough, Boss grabbed Niner’s soiled hand, pulled it up and began sucking it clean, one finger at a time, licking across the knuckles and sucking at the palm. Niner nearly collapsed on top of him. When he deemed the task complete, Boss pulled Niner’s hand back with one last, lingering suck and scrape of teeth to a finger. “You know,” he said, almost conversationally save for the coarseness of his voice, “I don’t mind repaying you.”

The image of Boss between his knees, obedient and pliable as Niner fucked into his mouth was so powerful Niner had to tuck his face against Boss’s neck. “I know.”

Fingers massaged at the base of his neck and Niner fairly purred. “Next time I’ll show you my appreciation for all your help.”

He took a centering breath. “You don’t have to.”

“I know.”

Boss’s hand was heavy, not like a restraint but with warmth and it may as well have been the same thing for all that Niner couldn’t bring himself to pull away. He dropped his hand to Boss’s thigh where he’d began his writing and almost believed he could feel the brushstrokes that made up the word cyare.

#fic #clonecest #boss #niner #republic commando

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midnight-raven · 3 years ago

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Alright! Alright! I just saw the new Black Widow movie and 🤩🤩 It was amazing!!! Those who know me well might already know what I’m about to say: So I Had a Thought!

Well, not so much a thought as much as I’m just taking my favorite Star Wars characters and having them endure Mental Conditioning that forces them to take the Dark Path while their loved ones try desperately to bring them back to the light.

Sorry, I can’t help the madness of my imagination sometimes.

Luke & Leia Skywalker

Inspired by Gamora, Nebula & the Black Order

At young ages, Luke Skywalker & Leia Organa were ripped away from the only lives they’ve ever known to be reunited with their biological father; the dark lord, Darth Vader. Through the years, the twins grew into powerful warriors, as they continued to grow, so did their powers. Their father trained them in the ways of the Dark Side, to harness their abilities towards the Empire. Until the day comes when they can no longer ignore the devastation spreading across the Galaxy.

Ezra Bridger

Inspired by the Winter Soldier

When Ezra Bridger had died during a routine op, the loss nearly tore the Ghost Crew apart. However, little did they know, Ezra was alive. A Sith Lord known as Maul, who had taken an interest in the young boys growing power. So he stole the young boy away to have as his own apprentice, easily erasing him mind of all his past memories so he would be loyal only to his Master. But when Kanan discovers that his padawan is still alive, he’ll fight with all his might to bring Ezra home.

Omega

Inspired by the Taskmaster from Black Widow

Omega had a talent that no other clone possessed; Photographic Reflexes. The ability to replicate how a persons fight by simply observing their fighting style. So when she was taken back to Kamino, the Empire saw this as an opportunity. Her time with the Bad Batch caused her to gain their skills, making her five perfect soldiers in one. As she continued to grow, her memories of the Bad Batch were buried deep beneath all the mental conditioning she endured. Meanwhile, the Bad Batch is searching the entire Galaxy for their lost member.

#Star Wars Au #Star Wars Rebels Au #Bad Batch Au #Inspired by Black Widow #and The Winter Soldier #and The Black Order #Marvel Au #Luke Skywalker #Leia Organa #Darth Vader #Ezra Bridger #Darth Maul #Omega

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onmykneesforhotdilfs · 4 years ago

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Please prompt number 2, if you can of course!!! Ah, Bloom says "Kiss me" only if you can.

I am so fucking sorry you had to wait this long. I hope it doesn't happen again, or at least the wait isn't as long. Hope you enjoy.

Damn wizards. Bloom cursed in her head as another pretty powerful beam was aimed directly at her, only narrowly missing her as she managed to side step it, while she struggled to put on a shield. Of course they had to run to Omega, into the coldest and probably the most dangerous dimension there is. Of course, she was immensely grateful they didn't chose some sort of populated area for this battle, but icicles and sharp objects flying from the ceiling of the cave really weren't her idea of an ideal date. They were more in the realm of an ice witch. The thought of Icy made her shudder and loose focus for a brief second.

"Bloom!" Sharp voice echoed through the cave as another spell flew over her head. She barely managed to turn around to face the one that called her before she was pulled to the side, and what she would come to realize only a second later out of the harms way, when a painful groan rung out next to her. She turned towards the figure the floor and nearly threw up when she saw blood on it.

Valtor was laying on the floor, clutching his bleeding arm with an impressive gash on it, and Bloom would've made a joke about him acting like a prince on a white horse if she wasn't so busy trying to hold the content of her stomach there where it belonged. She stood in a stupor for a few seconds but another painful groan snapped her out of it. She dropped down next to Valtor in a crouch as her hands roamed over the injury,as if she wasn't sure what she should do.

"Layla don't!" Stella's shriek made her turn around only to see Layla disappear after the wizards, that she didn't even realize stopped throwing spells at them, deeper into the Omega. Bloom turned back towards Valtor who gripped her arm and gently shoved her away from her as he struggled to stand up. She wanted to ask what the hell is he doing when she noticed Brandon rushing towards them as Morgana held a shield to protect her warrior fairies and specialists.

"Go after them!" Valtor was shouting words at her but his voice seemed muffled, almost as if she was hearing him through a thick fog, compared to the loud noise falling debris made as it collided with the icy floor.

She shook her head negative. "You're hurt! I can fix it! I just need a couple of minutes!" She saw his eyes widen comically as Brandon finally reached them and grabbed Valtor under his good arm and hauled him up. Bloom rose with them, her hand with magic, gathered in the coiled fist, still hovered above his wound.

Valtor shook off Brandon's hands as he leaned closer to Bloom and gripped her forearms. "They need you more than I do! Layla needs you! I'll be alright! Now go give those wizards hell!" When he healized she was still hesitating and that she was about to protest, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to himself as his forhead came to rest against her own, which was an unusual sight because he had to bend down quite a bit despite the fact she was in heels and she tilted her head up towards him as far as it would go.

The tension between the two former enemies was palpable from the moment the portal to Gardinia opened and no one was immune to it. Since the now-on-the-good-side Valtor stepped through the gates of Alfea in an effort to combine forces with fairies to battle one of his acquaintances, Ogron, who apparently rubbed him the wrong way in the past, the sparks flying from both guardians of the dragon flame were hard to ignore. Even Sky seemed to recognize the not so innocent glances the two sent to each other on a daily basis, and therefore letting Bloom go seemed like the only rational option. Bloom was pretty sure there was even a bet going on between the specialists and the Winx girls whose primary focus was the relationship of the two guardians. She heard Stella complaining once, when she thought Bloom wasn't listening, about how she will lock them up in a magic room until they... talked their way through their problems. Mind you, talked was not the term Stella used.

Valtor squeezed Bloom's hips in a bruising grip and the flashbacks seemed to evaporate before her eyes. His sharp features slid back into focus and Bloom opened her mouth to say something but Valtor was slightly faster about it. "There is something I've been meaning to talk to you about! But in order to do that you need to go there," he pointed behind her in the direction wizards of the black circle disappeared, "and win this battle!" She opened her mouth again to finally say something only to realize she had nothing to say. She snapped her mouth shut and nodded. "Go! We'll be fine!" And just like that she broke out of his hold and rushed towards the battle sounds.

Valtor turned around on his heels and this time grabbed still shocked Brandon and pulled him towards the protective dome Morgana struggled to keep up. His arm stung unpleasantly but the bleeding stopped and regeneration already started knitting torn ligaments and tissue together. His commanding voice rung out. "Alright, let's get out of here." No one dared to argue, well almost no one.

"What about the girls, we can't just leave them to fight the wizards alone?" The blonde prince was sending glares in Valtor's way but they weren't as hostile as he expected. Valtor turned his head to look at the place where Bloom dissapeared.

"Layla is their responsibility, and besides, we ourselves are more of a liability than help. "

Sky nodded and Valtor grabbed one of the injured fairies while specialists helped the rest as they made their way out.

Ground shook beneath Valtor's feet as an epic battle raged in the tunnels beneath the ground. Valtor could feel pulses of magic, light and dark beams equally strong, until something seemed to happen and light magic prevailed. Valtor held his breath. Time seemed to stop. Not even a single sound was heard. Seconds passed. Until a familiar beating of wings disrupted the eerie silence and six fairies flew out. Valtor's heart climbed into his throat. The winx seemed to be one fairy short, one fiery fairy short to be precise. Valtor focused on the flame raging in his chest as it searched for it's other half. The pull in his chest seemed to get stronger until it almost bursted from it's place of residence when he saw Bloom flying out with Nebula in tow. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief as cheers of both the Winx and the rest of the fairies rung through the valley.

The Frutti Music bar was overflowing with people. Andy and his band took the stage as Roxy served drinks to the impatient customers and Klaus hurriedly mixed cocktails behind the bar. Everything seemed to return to normal, almost like nothing happened in the first place. That was one of the things Valtor never understood about humans. No matter how big of a trouble they seemed to find themselves in, they never lost hope. His arm almost healed in the few hours but Flora insisted that he should wear a bandage just in case the wound reopened.

His gaze ran over the bar, searching for a group of six fairies, or more precisely, searching for a head full of bright red hair that somehow always managed to stand apart from every environment and every crowd. He found what he was looking for on the other end of the bar and he made his way towards them. As he drew closer he noticed another blob of silver hair that belonged to only one person Valtor knew. An arm grabbed Valtor's biceps and he turned towards the owner.

Brandon handed him a cocktail and Valtor's confusion must've been pretty obvious because Brandon shrugged and said, "I figured you'd want something to drink before you face Faragonda."

Valtor laughed, a deep sound coming somewhere from his stomach, even his shoulders shook with it. "I am unsure just how much it will help me relax, considering the fact I usually indulge in something a bit stronger... but I appreciate the effort."

"I didn't believe Stella when she told me you can be pleasant to be around."

Valtor raised a questioning eyebrow. "What is your opinion now?"

"That I should always believe what my girlfriend says."

Valtor chuckled. "I'd take that with a grain of salt. After all, I can also be really unpleasant."

"Oh we know." He slapped Valtor on his shoulder. "Good luck man. You'll need it." Valtor had a sneaky suspension Brandon wasn't refering to a meeting with a headmistress of Alfea. He looked at the retrieving back of specialist with a smirk on his face. Who knew not all of them were just fools with an inflamed ego and fancy swords.

He shook his head and took a sip of the drink he had in his hand and then grimaced. The cocktail was definitely something that Stella or Flora would prefer. Fruity and sweet. He stepped towards the group he originally intended to meet and managed to catch what Faragonda was saying. "I'm extremely proud of you girls."

"You should be." His booming voice reached them and Faragonda jumped a bit, startled, as seven pairs of eyes turned towards him. "They did defeat the wizards all by themselves." He locked eyes with Bloom who had a smile on her face and Valtor felt his lips twitch upwards.

"Something happened to your arm Valtor?"

"An icicle fell on it. Just don't tell me you're worried about me Faragonda. I'll start thinking you care." Valtor rolled his eyes as sarcasm dripped from every word.

"What a shame it only grazed your arm. I would think that enormous head of yours makes for a convenient target. It's so massive it probably has it's own gravitational pull." Faragonda smirked and it looked surprisingly evil on her.

"Are you sure you're a fairy and not a witch Faragonda? Might wanna erase that smirk from your face unless you want people to start thinking otherwise. " Valtor looked at her with challenge in his eyes as his lips formed in an evil grin that would scare lesser beings but it only managed to irritate Faragonda.

"Touché Valtor."

"Thank you, I try." He handed the fruity cocktail to Stella that tried really hard to resist laughing at the irritated face of her headmistress, but some giggles still escaped, as she held Flora's arm for support. He turned towards Bloom who now had a hand across her mouth so Faragonda wouldn't see her laughing but the adorable wrinkles around her eyes crinkled, a clear sign she was smiling. He made a gesture with his head that indicated she should come with him when she finally finished laughing and looked at him. He heard Stella squeal in excitement as Flora gasped when Solarian princess gripped her arm. Bloom bit her lip and took Valtor's offered hand as he lead them to the beach and away from the crowd. He heard Stella scream about how 'It's finally happening!' And Flora's gentle voice telling her to calm down because 'You're crushing my arm Stella.'

They walked hand in hand through the crowd, some of the guests giving them weird looks, but Valtor's intimidating form seemed to part the said crowd like a Red sea. She stopped at the exit that lead to the beach, Valtor offering his support while she bent down to take off her shoes because she learned that high heels and sand don't really mix that well. She once again took his hand when her bare feet touched the now pleasantly warm and no longer scorching hot sand but she also went step further, something that greatly surprised Valtor, when she intertwined their fingers.

They walked hand in hand for a while, not daring to break a rather pleasant silence. When they were far enough from praying eyes of the people Valtor finally stopped and turned towards the ocean. He was eager to get Bloom alone but now that they actually were alone he started wondering if it was really a good idea. He felt Bloom's eyes drilling a hole at the back of his neck but he patiently waited for her to make the first move and break the ice so to speak.

"So..." her voice broke through and Valtor turned towards her, "you wanted to talk. Well here we are. What did you want to tell me?"

Valtor chuckled bitterly. "I wanted to talk to you about... us. But now I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

She crossed her arms underneath her chest. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"Not in the way you would think. I know I... like you." He inhaled sharply, "Dragon, I sound like a teenage boy."

Bloom giggled at that statement but Valtor could see if was forced. "But?"

"I don't know if this will work." Admitting that he didn't know something wasn't simple for him and he realized Bloom knew it as well when her lips pressed together in a small but embarrassed smile. "I know we have... something. Something is obviously here but... will that something be enough to keep us motiva-"

"Kiss me." She interrupted him with a phrase Valtor never thought he would hear directed at him. His mouth opened and closed but no sound escaped. He was shocked into silence.

"W-What?"

"Kiss me." She repeated loud and clear. "You want to know if the chemistry we have will be enough to... get us through it." She lowered her gaze as blush appeared on her cheeks. She shrugged. "It's like a Schrodinger's cat. We won't know unless we try." Her eyes swept across all the surfaces she could find until they locked on Valtor's shocked one's. She squirmed and averted her gaze as she started fidgeting and her arms came to hug herself in order to make herself appear smaller. "Of course if you don't want to that's ok I was just making a sug-"

In all the rush she was in to excuse her impulsive words she failed to notice that Valtor finally got over his shock and has quickly reduced the distance between their bodies. This time it was Bloom that got interrupted as Valtor cupped her face and did exactly what she asked him to do. He sealed their lips together, cutting off her nervous speech in the best way possible. There was no firework or explosion behind closed eyelids, just an incredible heat that coursed through their veins. He felt Bloom's breath hitch but she quickly recovered and her arms came to grip his shoulders as she stood on her tip toes and craned her neck upwards. Valtor chuckled at her attempts to make this easier on him but took pity when she whined and pressed her lips harder against his. He bent down as his tongue swept over her lower lip, asking for a permission that she granted without any resistance, and his arms came to wrap around her waist before he picked her up and she let out a noise of surprise as her feet no longer stood on firm surface.

Bloom was first to break the kiss as her teeth came to bite her already swollen lips. "Wow." It was the first thing she spoke since he kissed her and he laughed at her surprised expression and astonished whisper.

"Wow indeed." He lowered her feet back on the ground but she swayed for a second so he kept his arms on her waist just in case she got light headed. "So... is the cat alive?"

"Alive and kicking." Her hands gripped his shirt.

"Hmmm."

"Maybe we should, ehem, repeat the experiment a few more times... just so we're sure in the result." Valtor's pupils dilated and his grip on her waist tightened.

"We should be careful." His voice was a growl and Bloom shuddered visibly. "We might set something on fire."

"Well," Bloom smiled as she lifted her head up once again and her hands started tugging on his shirt to get him closer. "at least there's an ocean to extinguish any wild fires we might cause."

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Breakfast the next morning came too soon. After being woken up by the pups crying, Lance hadn't even been able to walk to their cribs. The moment his feet had touched the floor and he tried to stand, he landed face first with a yelp. He and Keith might have slightly over done it, and he was reduced to letting his laughing mate lift him back into their nest. Then, once the pups were fed, they wound up having another round of sex, with him riding Keith, falling asleep on top of him, and waking to find his mate still buried inside of him while rutting in his sleep. 5 rounds in less than 8 vargas had left him sore in all kind of ways, but he found he didn't regret it in the slightest. Even when Keith had to support him up to the lounge room, and his neck was more hickies than skin. He just felt too relaxed and dopey to care. Leaving him to organised their breakfast, Lance had a rein on each shoulder as he fell back to sleep.

The next time he woke, he found everyone there... well, Shiro, Hunk, Pidge and Keith were there

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Because you looked so cute"

"You still should have woken me. It's better than everyone watching me sleep"

"It wouldn't be the first time"

Lifting Laneith off his shoulder, Keith smiled at him

"What?"

"You're just adorable"

"Mhmm, you're blind"

"He's right. I'm sorry about last night. It was a lot to take in so suddenly, but you look good holding your pups"

"Of course I look good. My son's are beautiful like their daddy"

"May I see them?"

Looking to Hunk, Lance nodded

"Hunk can you hold him? I'm too tired to move"

"Late night?"

"Late night, early morning, then morning again, followed by getting the twins ready for the day"

"Being a parent must be hard work"

"Being an omega is hard work"

"Lance, did you just make a sex joke?"

"Maybe. I don't know. Pidge, do you want to hold a baby?"

"I wouldn't say no"

"Keith, pass Laneith to Pidge. I'm too sleepy to feed myself"

"Lance, if you're that tired, why don't you go back to bed?"

"I'll be alright... once I've eaten something"

Yawning mid sentence, Keith passed Laneith to Pidge, before gathering him up and into his lap

"Better?"

"Much. What's for breakfast?"

"Toast. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Mmm. I don't feel sick. Just happy and sleepy"

Biting into the piece of toast Keith held up for him, Lance hummed at the flavour of honey. It made a nice change

"They look so much like Keith"

"Ha! I told you! Keith keeps saying they look like me"

"It's the eyes and the lips. The rest is pretty much all Keith"

"And their hair. Their hair's dark brown, but it'll probably go black"

"They're really adorable. You did a good job"

"I can't take all the credit. Keith's the dad after all, I couldn't have gotten pregnant with his pups without him"

"Baby, maybe you should just focus on your toast"

Looking down, he found half of had snapped off and was now sitting on his pants

"I don't think I have the brain power to pick it up"

"Then it's a good thing you have me"

"Yep. Keith, retriever of toast. I like it. It's got a catchy ring to it"

"So how old are the pups?"

"Do you want Earth months? Phoebes or time out of pod?"

"Err"

"They were born about... and this is including the time in rift... about 8 phoebes ago. But they've only been out of the pod for about 2 phoebes. I think. Because I got stuck in hospital, and then we didn't come out to Daibazaal right away. I think. But I can't really think at moment. Whatever it is, they were born in October the 4th. Pidge did the maths for us"

"Do you mind if I hold Kelance?"

Keith tensed slightly beneath him, and Lance kind of wanted to say no, but didn't want to spoil the mood

"Hunk will show you how to. Don't be afraid if he cries, he won't be used to your scent yet"

Looking down at Kelance, a range of emotions crossed Shiro's face. Happiness, anger, sadness and finally something like wistfulness

"Hey there Kelance. Look at you. Look at those marks"

"I wanted them to have marks, but I never thought it would really happen"

"I'm surprised they don't look more Galra"

"It wouldn't have mattered if they did. They fought so hard..."

Lance's sentence was cut off as the castle alarms began to blare. Scrambling off Keith's lap, he dropped his toast as he took Laneith

"Pass me Kelance. We need to get to the bridge"

"Lance"

"Just pass him to me. It's my job to protect them"

"Take them and get down to the pod room. I know you don't want to let them out of your sight, but we don't know what's going on and if it's safe to get to Red"

"Got it"

Shiro carefully placed Kelance on his shoulder

"What can I do?"

"You go to the bridge with the others. Lance, I'll send Krolia to you for back up"

"Ok"

What the quiznak was happening? It'd barely been a quintant since they'd taken them out the pods, and here he, was forced to put them back in again. He thought he'd struggle with saying goodbye to them again, but the idea that they might be in danger erased the pain of it. Placing them into the pod, it'd only just slid down into the floor when Galra sentries burst into the room. This couldn't be good. Noticing him standing there, Lance took off rubbing, activating his Bayard and communicator as he did

"Keith!? Keith, what's going on?"

"Allura went ahead and invited Lotor onto the castle, and now we're under attack"

"I know that much! They showed up in the pod room. The pups are safe, but I need to shoot my way out"

"I'm coming to you!"

"Don't! Get Allura to activate the teladuv, even a small jump might give us the advantage!"

"You can't be serious!"

"Keith, I've got this. Please, just trust me"

"I... stay safe"

"You too"

Dodging the pink blasts, Lance hid behind a jutting out piece of wall. He didn't know what to call it, only that it was the best protection that room had to offer. Taking a deep breath, his grip tightened on his gun. No one was hurting his pups. Not today.

Throwing himself away from wall, he ran towards the sentries, firing as he went. Even without being in combat in phoebes, his shots still found their marks as he thinned the sentries streaming through the door. His only thought was to get them away from battle, no matter what it took. Firing at the sentry entering the room, he kicked it down and shot it squarely in the head as he rode the body to the floor. Rolling to his side he used the metal corpse as a shield shooting down the two approaching sentries. Just how many where there? And where were they? Around him the castle shook as the Galra ships fired. He had to keep moving. Ditching the sentry, he scrambled to his feet as he took off running. If this was Lotor's doing, the man would be headed for the bridge to capture the ship, so that's where he needed to go. Today was so not the day to skip putting on a bra.

Running as fast as he could, he shot down the sentries as he went, this was all fine and well, until he hit the hall below the bridge. There were Galra soldiers. He hated killing. Sentries were fine, but Galra soldiers... not all of them wanted to be on the battlefield. Aiming for their knees, the three men crumbled to the floor. As he ran forward, the middle soldier reached towards him and Lance reeled back at what he saw. Running from the man's eyes was thick black goop, and somehow he just knew it had to be the same goop stuff from Daibazaal. Gasping for breath, the man then hacked, coughing out black goop onto the floor

"I don't want to die"

Continuing to gasp, the man let out a rasping groan before collapsing against the floor completely. A rather long and nasty blade embedded between his shoulder blades. Looking up, Lotor was at the end of the corridor. Quiznak

"Keith! Keith are you there?!"

"Lance, what's going on?"

"Is Lotor with you? The real one?"

"You and mum are the only ones who aren't"

"Uh... I think I found the other Lotor!"

Turning, he ran

"Lance, where are you?"

"The hallway below the bridge! The soldiers are infected with that black goop stuff!"

"We're coming to you"

"Don't! He nearly killed you the last time he saw you"

"Exactly! You don't stand a chance"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence!"

Looking back over his shoulder, Lotor wasn't there

"I... he's gone! Keith, be careful"

"Lance, it's Pidge. Can you get into the castle vents"

"I should be able too"

"Then go. More of them are approaching your position"

"What about the pod room? Is it still safe?"

"I'm reading several heat signatures"

His pups!

"I'm going back"

"You can't, it's too risky!"

"I'm not leaving them!"

"We're trying to guide them to the bridge, but if they see you shooting, they'll go after you"

"I don't care! I'm not letting anything happen to them!"

In the back ground he heard Allura cry out, and the sound of shots being fired

"Pidge!"

"They're here! Get somewhere safe and hide!"

Now he was torn. He was torn between Keith and his pups. Keith might have everyone there backing him up, but the were against Lotor, even the clone Lotor seemed as fast as the original. If Keith died and he wasn't there, he'd never forgive himself... and there was no way the Galra knew how to work the healing pods... no. His team needed him. If he met up with them, they'd be able to clear a path down to the pups faster than he could on his own. Turning back the way he came, he ignored the complaints of his screaming muscles.

Standing on the bridge, Keith looked around for his next target. Wave after wave of sentries had piled up, but the moment Coran had detected something was wrong, he'd raised the castles defences, so it was impossible for reinforcements to arrive. While Allura activated the teladuv, everyone fought to protect her, including Shiro who lifted one of the guns from a sentry. His aim might be terrible, but with only enemy forces coming through the door, it wasn't like he had to be all that careful

"Allura, how long?"

"45 ticks!"

"Alright! We need to advance forward! We can't afford to let them take over any more of the castle than they have!"

Running towards the sentries, Keith dodged Shiro's cover fire as he let his alpha rise to the surface. His teeth ached to tear into flesh, but given they were all machines, it was definitely best he didn't. Dodging a blast, he sliced through the sentry with ease

"Hunk!"

Spinning back to see what was wrong, hunk was doubled over on the floor, clutching his stomach which was rapidly turning red

"Get him behind the control panel!"

Turning back, he slashed his way through the doorway and straight into a dozen burly Galra soldiers. Quiznak! Flinging himself back into the bridge, he landed badly on his shoulder as he slid across the floor. If it wasn't for the cover fire flying over his head the Galra approaching him would have turned him into lunch. Rolling as one of Shiro's blasts hit the floor next to him, one of the soldiers grabbed him by his boot

"Shiro!"

Hitting the soldier in the chest, the Galra slumped down on top of him, black goop oozing onto his uniform. Moving to push the man off, the good struck out, smacking upside his chin. Howling at the burning feeling spreading across his face, he clutched it as he rolled away

"Keith!"

Wiping at the site did nothing to ease the pain, if anything, it hurt even more. How had the soldiers been able to move with that stuff in their bodies?!

"Don't let the guards touch you! They're infected!"

"What about you?!"

"I'm ok! Just keep firing!"

Dragging himself to stand, Keith snarled as two more soldiers ran into the room. Before Shiro could shoot them, they both crumpled. Casually stepping over the bodies like one might step over a puddle, Lotor finally showed himself

"You!"

Keith saw red. This was the man who tried to kill both him and his mother

"I see our welcoming party has almost been wiped out. It's a shame that only your Red Paladin bothered to come great me in person"

Keith's heart skipped a beat as his mind went straight to Lance. Following Lotor into the room was a... Keith hesitated to call him a Galra, because he was just that massive. Limp in hold, Lance was a mess. His mate had put up a hell of a fight if the bruising on his face was to be believed

"Lance!"

"One wrong step and I will kill him"

"Let him go!"

"Not when we made our welcome so warm"

"What do you want?!"

"Lotor, I've come for you. Our mother is waiting"

"Our mother? Honerva was my mother, not Haggar!"

"You are me and I am you. You know as well as I do that they are one and the same"

"Why are you doing this?!"

"Because I despise the Altean's. I despise Voltron and I despise weakness. We thought we'd gotten rid of our perky problem by leaving them at the bottom of that rift, but you just had to bring them back"

Drawing his blade, Lotor was a blur as he launched himself at Allura. Moving to match his pace, the real Lotor stopped him before the blow could hit

"Stop this!"

"Why? You care nothing for these people!"

With Lotor fighting Lotor, they were all forced to the outside of the room as they attacked each other without mercy. Being so evenly matched, it would come down to whoever had the most stamina. Taking the chance, Keith began to slide along the outer wall, making his way towards Lance. Catching Lotor's attention, the Galra was at his side in less than a heartbeat, throwing him across the room like it was nothing

"Everything she's done, she's done for you"

"She did it for Zarkon!"

"Who is our father!"

"Zarkon never accepted me! I was half Altean! He hated the Altean's more than anything"

"It made you weak!"

"I am not ashamed! At least I can think for myself!"

Blinking groggily, Keith was certain his arm was broken. What was it with him breaking his arm? Lance wasn't going to be happy, and he'd failed to keep his promise. Stepping into the room behind the behemoth Galra, Keith's blood turned cold as he heard two pups crying. Pushing himself up, he glared as snarled. His teeth on display

"Either you come with me, or I kill all three of them"

"I'll never go with you!"

"That's a shame. Kill the children!"

Lance who'd been limp sprang to life as if he'd heard every word. Letting out a feral scream, his mate activated his Bayard, his armour still forming as he swung his broadsword, slicing through Galra's left arm, before continuing the blow and decapitating the Galra. As blood sprayed from the wound and coated him, Lance shook his sword off

"Well this is interesting. Who would have thought the joke of Voltron would manage to kill so easily. Maybe I should take him home with me"

Lance wasn't listening. His mates chest heaved as he ran at the two Galra soldiers, killing them both before they knew what happened. Watching the pups hit the floor Keith howled, while Lance rushed to gather them and move them away from the bodies

"You seem to enjoy killing. How many of my sentries did you take out?"

"Not enough. First you tried to kill my mother. Then you tried to kill my alpha. You tried to take my home from me! You tried to take my pups from me! I am not letting you leave here alive!"

"Even if it means I kill your friends?"

"I'd like to see you try"

Surging up from the pups, Lance ran at the second Lotor... not-Lotor. His mate was obviously feeling the affects of the assault, but that didn't stop him. It was like Lance was glowing. His figure was all Keith could see. Roaring as he lashed out with his sword, sparks erupted as the blades collided

"Lance, he's too strong for you!"

"Stop telling me what I can and can't do!"

His mate was no sword wielder, but with his upgraded Bayard, he was able to cut through Zarkon's sword

"Well done. That was a rather nice... show"

Pausing at "nice", not-Lotor grabbed Lance by the threat, forcing him backwards until his mate hit the wall with a sickening crunch

"I like you. You're interesting. And this blade of yours"

Flailing, Keith saw no way out for Lance, until a pink beam shot across the room. Not-Lotor was too fast for it, so the shot hit Lance on the shoulder. His mate didn't even flinch. Chasing after not-Lotor, the pair were in their own world

"We'll be coming out of the wormhole shortly"

"Good! Shiro, can you and Coran still fight?!"

"Coran's been hit"

When the quiznak did that happen?

"Then it's you and me. You need to get into the hallway and make sure there are no reinforcements"

"What about you?! Who's going to protect Allura"

"Lotor will! He loves her! Now move!"

Watching Shiro dart through the room, Keith then looked to his Bayard. He'd never really given much thought about its shape. He needed a gun. If he could get a shot off...

Kicking out at not-Lotor. Not-Lotor caught Lance's leg. Flipping him midair, before slamming him down against the ground. Raising his hand to deliver the final blow, not-Lotor was ripped off his mate by a green rope. Looking to Pidge, the alpha was baring her own teeth

"Lance!"

Swing his blade clumsily, the blade's made up for his mate's short falls, slicing through not-Lotor's left leg. Enraged, Not-Lotor grabbed the green rope, yanking Pidge over the control panel. Crying out, Pidge released her Bayard. But it didn't matter. Walking calmly over to his clone, Lotor stabbed his blade down in to not-Lotor's head as Lance ran his own blade through the half-Galra. Slumping forward, black goop ran from the clone like it had done his underlings.

Deactivating his Bayard, Lance stumbled over to their pups, gathering both boys against him before letting out a mournful sob

"We need to get Coran, Hunk and Pidge into pods. Lance, how are the pups?"

"They're breathing..."

"We'll place them in a pod too. We need to exterminate the remaining forces"

"Let me talk to them"

"And say what? Invasions off? Everyone go home for a nice cup of tea!? This is all your fault!"

"My fault?"

"Yes! Now help get Hunk down to a pod! Shiro, you take Coran. Pidge, can you walk?"

"I think I'm concussed"

"Shiro, make sure she gets there alright. I'll take point. Allura, if any ships wormhole in, jump. I don't care where we end up. We can't deal with them until we've made sure everyone is alright"

"On it"

Holding his arm to his chest, Keith staggered over to Lance. Kelance had a nasty bruise around his left eyebrow, while Laneith's hand seemed to be the main cause of his second son's distress

"Lance, can you walk?"

"I... I'm fine. Where Krolia?"

Keith doubted Lance was anything near fine, but waited patiently as his mate rose, leaving them the last one out the room.

There were still Galra sentries patrolling the castle. Temporarily passing Kelance to Shiro, Lance cleared the hall in front of them. With Coran rousing, Shiro continued to hold Kelance was they dragged themselves down to the pod room. There they found Krolia, surrounded by at least a dozen sentries. Lining his shots up, they fell like dominos under Lance's expert shooting

"Lance! I was so worried. By the time I got down here, the room was empty. What was that black stuff in the soldiers?"

"The same stuff from Daibazaal. We need to get everyone into a pod"

"What happened to your face!?"

"Not now mum, the twins got hurt. We deal with everyone else first"

Hunk was the first placed into a pod, followed by the pups, then Pidge, Coran and finally himself. Lance didn't outrightly say no going into a pod, but that was more than likely due to shock. His mate had killed 4 Galra soldiers in the bridge, and how maybe others it had taken to get there. Being forced into a pod was far from agreeable, but the burning of his face hadn't settled down, if anything the wound seemed to be getting bigger.

With his mate in a healing pod and his pups still sleeping, Lance couldn't take it. His omega felt more alpha, agitated and enraged, thirsting for blood and to kill any Galra remaining on the castle. Even if he had had the ever living quiznak beaten out of him. With Krolia and Shiro preoccupied, Lance darted out of the room. His Bayard already back to being a gun, and his eyes so narrowed they were barely open. Growling as he ran, he shot at the already fallen sentries as he did. How dare they come aboard their castle and try to kill his family! Working his way down to the ships hangar, the corridors were completely clear until he finally reached his destination. Inside the hangar was swarming with sentries. Counting the numbers he came up with 15, which was a hell of lot when he was the only one there. Glancing around the hangar, a plan came to mind. Pulling back, he tapped on his communicator

"Allura?"

"Lance. What is it?"

"How many Galra ships jumped with us?"

"Two..."

"How long can the castle last without defences?"

"I'm not sure. What's going on?"

"I'm at the hangar, it's filled with sentries. If I undo the air lock, they'll be forced out, but I can't do that with the forcefield around the castle up"

"We can't risk taking it down..."

"It only has to be for a couple ticks"

"Lance..."

There went that plan

"Ok. I get it. I'll handle it myself"

Ending the transmission, Lance was sure this was a terrible idea. But Allura wouldn't let him flush them out...

Taking a breath, he eyed the sentries again. Fifteen sentries, fifteen shots... and like a hundred coming at him. Quiznak... ok. Running forward, he shot towards the sentries, his hits finding their mark. Diving for cover, he skidded to a painful stop, immediately rolling onto his back, shooting while trying to scramble back. This would have been so much easier if Allura had just done like he'd suggested. Flinching as a shot hit the floor beside his head, so close that he swore he smelt burnt hair

"Lance!"

"Krolia!"

He'd forgotten he had other options

"Stay where you are!"

"I can't move, kind of being shot at!

Kicking himself backwards, he continued to shoot

"I'm coming! Stop shooting!"

"Then hurry up!"

"Dealing with the soldiers right now!"

Ducking behind a storage box, Lance fired at the four sentries approaching. With Krolia's help, the hangar was fast becoming empty. Slashing through two small Galra soldiers, Krolia grinned as she appeared behind them

"I've missed this"

"What? Running for your life?"

"I wasn't running... you're the one who took off"

"They tried to take my family!"

"That doesn't mean you have to get yourself killed"

"How about more pew pew, and less scolding me!"

Shooting over Krolia's shoulder, another sentry fell. Abandoning his hiding spot, he jogged over to Krolia

"We need to check the ship"

"I'll check it"

"No, you cover me. Keith would kill me if something happened to you"

"And I will everyone who hurts him"

"Lance... you smell like you've gone feral..."

"Omegas can't go feral"

"You're covered in blood. You killed Galra soldiers and ran your sword through Lotor... you're not thinking straight"

"Maybe I am? Maybe I'm thinking clearly for the first time in a long time? I've got this"

Taking off running before Krolia could stop him, Lance ran head first up the ship's rear ramp, following the corridor through to cockpit. Like the small pods used by rebels, its layout was basic. All it took was one sweep, the ship was empty. Falling back, he jogged down the ramp

"It's clear"

"So's the hangar. You shouldn't have run off on your own"

The relief had him swaying on his feet. His already exhausted body dropped like a leaden weight as his Bayard deactivated

"Lance!"

"I'm alright... I'm just exhausted"

"Here, let me help you to the pod room"

"I need to head up to the bridge. We need to get rid of the Galra ships out there, and the bodies"

"You can't, you're exhausted"

"Krolia, we can't just leave Allura up there with dead bodies"

"And you shouldn't have to see something like that"

"Keith is in a pod, there are things that need to be done, and it's my job to do so"

"Then leave it to Shiro and I"

"There's too much to do, and those soldiers are all infected"

"Shiro and I will deal with it. Let's get you back to everyone"

Lifting him into his arms, Lance felt like a fool. When Keith carried him like this, he loved it. When Krolia did, he felt like things were around the wrong way

"Krolia, I can probably walk"

"It'll be faster if I carry you. Just keep your Bayard handy"

"It's the cape isn't it? Chicks love the cape"

"The cape is completely impractical during combat"

"But it looks cool"

"Maybe you should take a shower before you see everyone else"

"Why?"

"Because you're covered in blood"

"Oh... I forgot about that"

"We'll stop by your quarters do you can shower and change"

"Ugggh"

Showering seemed like way too much effort. He didn't need three showers in one day! Stupid Keith and stupidly good sex

"Showering seems like effort"

"You'll feel better once you do"

Lance was sitting right in front of him when Keith exited the pod, with their sons in his hold. His mate was covered in various cuts and bruises, but was smiling brilliantly at their sons. Stepping out the pod, Keith offered a small smile, relieved Lance had made it through without being seriously wounded

"Hey baby"

"Hey... whoa. What happened to your face?"

"My face?"

"You've got a new scar"

"Oh... the black goop touched it... does it look bad?"

"It looks like a Galra mark..."

Stumbling over to his mate, Keith sank down with a weird sigh

"How are you?"

"The pups are fine. Hunk is good. Pidge and he both headed up to her cleaned up. Allura got us away from the two ships that followed us. Coran got clipped, he woke up first and went to help Allura. Mum and Shiro made it through without being hurt"

"And what about you?"

"I didn't need to use the pod..."

Lance wasn't answering his question, and his smile had faded

"Leave him alone Keith. He had a really bad episode in the bathroom..."

"Krolia!"

Shouting the woman's name to silence her, both pups began to cry

"Baby..."

"It's nothing. I don't want to talk about it. Now you're awake, you should shower. You've got blood on you"

"Lance"

"I said I don't want to talk about it"

They were definitely going to talk about it, even if Lance didn't want to. Lifting the closest pup into his hold, Keith sighed softly

"Ok. Let's head back to the nursery. We can settle these two in and you can tell me what I missed"

"I think I just want to go to sleep, now that I know you're ok"

"We can sleep. I don't mind"

Lance opened his mouth, before closing it and nodding. His mate was definitely keeping something from him.

With both pups back in their cots, Lance climbed into their nest, leaving Keith to shower alone. Entering the bathroom, he could smell traces of blood and vomit. It must have been one hell of an episode and he hated that he hadn't been there to help Lance through it. His mate had been amazing in combat, and even Shiro would have to eat his words. The alpha didn't think Lance would have it in him to fight anymore, but watching him in battle... it made him even prouder of his mate. He hadn't let himself be beaten. He'd calmly laid in wait until the final moment. Yeah. He was proud. Stripping off his uniform, Keith caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. He looked like he'd aged a decade, and the mark on his face was way too prominent. He'd never really cared about his appearance, but he did want to look good for Lance. After all, his mate was just too beautiful for words... and now every photo they took would have the ugly scar in them.

Keith was mid-scrub when he heard screaming. A blood curdling scream that turned him cold. Turning the taps off, he didn't even pause to grab a towel as he raced back into the nursery. Half slumped over the side of the next, Lance had thrown up against the floor and was whining softly for him. Sidestepping the mess, Keith climbed onto the bed and hefted Lance back up, taking his mate's face in his hands

"Shhhh, it's ok baby. It's ok. I'm here"

Lance whimpered, trying to pull away from him as he did

"Hey. Hey, you're ok. You're ok. It was just a dream"

Gathering his omega up against him, Keith rubbed his back gently as he crooned. It had been a while since Lance had been so bad that he didn't even register him

"I've got you. I've got you"

Ignoring their crying sons, Keith rearranged Lance in his lap, rocking him while kissing his hair. Even though Lance had showered at some point, his mate smelt faintly of burnt hair. Something else must have happened while he was in the pod

"Shhh baby. I'm here"

Far too slowly Lance's sobs turned silent. His mate limp against his chest as he continued to tremble

"Baby... I'm here"

"K-Keith..."

"Yeah baby. It's ok. You don't have to talk"

Even though he was still damp from showering, Keith guided them both down, so Lance was laying on top of him. Covering them with blankets, he sighed softly

"You did so well baby. I'm so proud of you"

Instead of wormholing back to Olkarion, they decided just to fly. There were thing that needed taking care of... mainly the dead bodies and broken sentries which had been loaded onto the ship fake Lotor has used to enter the castle. With Krolia's help, he and his mother had filled the ship with explosives. Whatever that black stuff was, they couldn't allow it to contaminate anything else in their reality. The plan was to jettison the ship into space, before remotely activating the explosives once they were a suitable distance away. It was an easy enough plan, but in reality it took them several vargas to load the bodies onto the ship, thanks to the ridiculous safety gear Pidge recommended they wear. She and Hunk seemed to have survived the attack without long lasting mental scars... no, that was just Lance. Not only was he beaten and bruised almost across the entirety of his body, but he'd been distant since whatever happened the other night.

Standing on the bridge, Keith's gaze kept drifting back to Lance. With both their sons having cried nonstop for vargas, Lance himself was crying silent tears. Keith wasn't completely sure, but he felt like the pups were reacting to Lance's own sadness. Like how his alpha always felt distressed by his mate crying. That and they were probably exhausted from crying nonstop. Lotor had already asked that they be silenced, to which Lance had replied with a scathing glare

"Lance, Buddy, maybe we should take the pups for a walk? Maybe that will help them settle?"

It must be bad to be getting to Hunk. Walking over to Lance, Hunk squatted down in front of him

"Let me help you"

Keith wasn't even allowed to help, so he was surprised when Lance nodded. Letting Hunk lift one of the pups from his hold

"Maybe some music will settle them down?"

"I... I don't know"

"We can try"

Helping Lance up, his omega swayed on his feet

"Here, lean on me"

No. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't... he wasn't going to say anything. If Lance felt he needed help from Hunk, he'd have to swallow it down and let them go.

"Oh thank quiznak. I didn't think they were going to stop. Did something happen?"

"It's Lance. He's been different since the attack"

So even Lotor had noticed

"Keith, has Lance said anything about what happened?"

"No. He won't talk about it"

"He did decapitate that Galra holding him, as well as slaughtering the two holding the pups... and the guards in the hallway were all dead"

"Lance went part feral"

Everyone looked to Krolia. His mother shrugging like she hadn't just dropped a bombshell

"Can omega's do that?"

"When their pups are at risk, not to mention his alpha. With the strength of his Bayard he was able to slaughter everyone he deemed a risk to his pups. Even after you all were taken to the pod room, he headed down to the hangar bay alone to make sure the threat was completely eradicated"

"He called me. He wanted me to lower the shields"

"He wanted to open the air lock and flush them all out. It was a good plan"

"I couldn't because we had two Galra ships waiting to attack the moment we did"

"So he's what? He's been having nightmares?"

"Lance isn't like the rest of us. We're alpha's, we all have the urge at some stage to spill blood... even if we don't want to. Lance is softer and sweeter. Killing those Galra and turning part feral must have really gotten to him"

"And the pups. The pups fell to the floor... he probably hates himself for letting them get hurt"

All these points were things Keith had considered before, but Lance was strong. He'd killed Galra soldiers before, though not quite so brutally. That's what it came down to. The brutality. Bathed in blood, Lance had continued to kill.

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yesifonlyweknew · 6 years ago

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Caged Pt. 15

Summary: When new inmates are transferred to Silver Bay Maximum Security Prison, their way of life is altered. Wren and the omegas, along with the help of a few new friends, are given a choice; conform to the new order, or take a stand and show everyone the way things will be done.

Pairing: Inmate Sam Winchester x OC Wren

Warnings: Violence, mentions of past injury, some gore here and there, physical abuse, derogatory names, cussing, slow burn, angst

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt. 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15Pt 16 Pt 17 Pt 18 Pt 19 Pt 20

Alistair had increased his efforts at scaring the omegas back into submission and Thea had the scratches to prove it. Another fight had broken out the day before, and the day before that Mila was taunted from the pack border. Wren wanted nothing more than to rip into each and every one of them, but the medicine was only making her worse and everyone could see it. The target on her back was only getting brighter as she grew paler. Alphas could see her struggling, but every time one of them figured they'd have their fun someone from the pack showed up. After Sam realized Wren was getting weaker he spoke with the other alphas in his pack, including Tao, and set it up so there was always an alpha looking out for her from afar. Wren, of course, had a few words to share on the subject when she'd figured it out, but there was nothing she could say to change their minds.

Earlier that morning, Wren had gone to the Doc. She was his only real patient aside from the occasional fight victim, so the office was empty. His usual chipper face slowly faded into a frown through their meeting. He'd grown to be a close friend of Wren's, always there to soothe the pain she carried.

"And, you're sure this is what you want?" He questioned softly, taking a hold of her hand and forcing her to meet his eyes.

"It needs to stop."

"Why is it always you who has to solve every problem?" He sighed.

"Because I'm the one who started it. It was my fat mouth that bit off more than it could chew." She blew out a deep breath and carefully made her way to the door. "They don't understand the power an omega can have. They underestimate us with careless taunts and attacks. If I was up to my full strength-"

"But, you're not, Wren." The Doc cut off, rubbing a hand over his face. "You're not strong enough to try and show them what they're dealing with. All the regular alphas know, but the newbies? They don't care."

"They will."

The Doc fell silent after that, watching her walk away with a pit forming in his stomach. Wren slowly made her way through the halls, her cell and a short nap in mind. The normal stillness of the building felt off, however. She paused, trying to identify the familiarity with the shift. It was too late, by the time she figured it out.

Her back hit the concrete of the wall with a force that stole her breath. The harsh clack of her head bouncing off of it echoing in her ears as she gripped at the smooth surface to stay upright. She blinked harshly, trying to erase the black dotting her fuzzy vision. For a moment she couldn't remember the time or date. The image she saw blurred together with another she swore she'd never see again. It was the same monster in a different mask. An alpha she'd seen in Alistair's group stood before her, malice and lust swimming in his eyes and making them a few shades darker.

His hands dug at her skin, pressing his body close to hers. No words passed his lips, just deep, vibrating growls that made Wren want to cover her ears. Her hands clawed at him, pushing at his shoulders and scratching at the skin available. Small cries left her lips as he got hold of her wrists and pinned them back. Recognition itched at the back of her mind and forced her breath to come quicker. She hadn't been able to get the alpha off her before, and she was weaker now. She knew her fighting was futile with the little strength she had, but that didn't stop her from sinking her teeth into the flesh of his neck, just below his ear.

He grunted in pain, hitting and kicking anything he could, hoping to hurt her enough to get her to release him. Finally, he landed a stiff kick to her braced leg, the metal buckling under the force. Wren let out a cry that could have been heard from two towns over. Even the medicine still in her system wasn't able to numb the pain that easily brought her to her knees.

It wasn't a matter of strength anymore as she listened to the heavy footfalls of an approaching person. It wasn't a matter of if she could. It was, would she? And, she already knew the answer to that question.

Sam came around the corner, eyes a flurry of concern and anger as he looked around the dingy hallway. When he saw Wren resting back against the wall with her head tipped back and eyes closed, he rushed to her side and dropped down to look at her. There was blood drying on her chin and the faint paths of tears on her cheeks could be seen in the fluorescent lights. Her hand gripped tightly at her leg and her eyes were clenched. He glanced away and caught sight of who must have been the reason for Wren's discomfort. The alpha was limply sprawled on the floor, nose crooked and blood seeping from his nostril.

"Can you walk?" Sam questioned as he turned his attention back to Wren. She bit her lip and allowed her head to lull side to side against the wall. "Should I take you to the Doc?"

"I want," She paused to pull in a harsh breath through her clenched teeth. "Help me to my cell?"

Sam carefully pulled Wren into his arms, ignoring her demands to be let down. She fit comfortably in his hold, with her head leaning heavily against his chest and her arm wrapped tightly around his neck. He slowly made his way to where he knew her cell to be, taking his time to enjoy the feel of her in his arms.

When he finally stopped in her cell, he carefully laid her in the bunk she pointed to. His hands gently pulled the thin blanket up and over her legs, his eyes lingering on the odd shape of her knee. Wren noticed his gaze and shifted, hissing softly at the movement.

"You really should let the Doc take a look at that." Sam insisted.

"I've had enough of going to the Doc for every little pinch." She growled her fiery eyes, not unlike the intensity of staring at the sun.

"This," He gestured to her leg, "This is not a little pinch, Wren."

"I'm not going."

"Then at least let me take a look at it." He compromised, "I've patched Dean and Cas up enough times, maybe I can help, at least a little."

Wren's lips remained pressed together in a slight purse, her wary eyes searching his, for what he didn't know. They peered at him as though they had no restrictions like they could see even what he couldn't. The slight tilt of her head almost went unnoticed by Sam. The faint dip nearly impossible to see. When it finally registered that she was agreeing, Sam eased himself down to his knees. With Wren's assistance, he folded her pant leg up to her thigh, faltering when he caught sight of her knee.

There was a thin brace strapped tightly to her leg. The metal within was bent and pushing her knee at an awkward angle. A thin stream of blood dripped on the metal from where it had pressed too far and broken skin. Using soft and careful movements, Sam set to work on unstrapping the brace. Wren's teeth clamped down on her bottom lip as he eased it down her leg, dropping it to the concrete floor beneath them with a clank.

"Stop looking at it like that." She grunted, choosing to stare at the wall than at her mangled skin. Down the outer part of her knee, the skin was pale and raised. Four thick lines starting a couple inches above her knee and trailing to the middle of her shin. The skin was thicker in some areas before fading slightly and jagged. He could see where the skin had been severed by claw and where it had ripped from the struggle.

"Does it hurt now?" He asked, praying that removing the device had helped ease some of her pain.

"It always hurts." Her words deflated him, and he nodded softly turning to look at the ground. He cleared his throat and turned his back to her. He needed to think about their next move. But, he had only made it to the door when something slithered around his heart and held tight. It prevented him from taking another step, holding him within the cell. He turned ever so slightly, looking back at her over his shoulder to find her gaze cast downward. It was silent for a moment, the quietness echoing off the hard walls and bouncing back at them. Her whisper shattered the silence and had him fully turning to her, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Stay?"

#Sam Winchester #prison au #inmate sam #inmate reader #spn #supernatural #sam winchester x oc

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 7 years ago

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It’s ok guys! I just had to do the sleeps

With Lotor arriving tomorrow, everyone was working hard on making sure the castle was clean from top to bottom. Everyone except Lance and Krolia. Lance because his back was sore and Krolia because of the piece of metal by her heart. Ryner's surgeons could remove it, but couldn't guarantee nothing would go wrong, or that his mother's heart wouldn't be damaged during the procedure. This resulted in his mother opting to hold off having the surgery until after the pups were born. With the help of yet another Olkarion vine, there was now a seed pod like capsule around the shard of metal, preventing it from cutting into his mother should it move. It was a bandaid solution at best, but she desperately wanted to meet her grandpups, so Keith had supported her decision. Now she and Lance were currently in the training room, while Lance was doing some stretches his baby book had advised in relation to lower back pain. Having started at the bottom of the castle for a change, Pidge and Hunk had taken care of Kaltenecker and the chickens, while the rest of them swept and cleaned the halls. At some point spiders had made their way on board, which lead to too many cobwebs to count. It would be nice if they could like shrink the castle down. They really didn't have a need for so many empty rooms, and it was wasting their limited power supply as it was... or maybe he was just thinking that way because he was completely over cleaning. It didn't even help to distract him from the fact that the man who'd tried to kill both him and his mother was coming tomorrow and they'd both have to hold their tongues... even though his mother wouldn't actually be greeting Lotor with the rest of them. She'd be hiding out in her room until after they arrived Daibazaal air space. Once they left in their Lions she'd move up to the bridge to begin her support role at Coran's side. If he didn't know any better he'd say that Coran was quite smitten by his mother. The man was always touching and playing with moustache whenever he was near her, and always seemed to have a story to "impress" her with. For Keith the idea of having Coran for a step father was too scary to even joke about. Sure he liked and even admired Coran, and he'd been such an amazing help with Lance, but the man was definitely... kooky. Though by now he really couldn't picture Coran as anything else. His zest for life was annoying, but none of them would change him.

When lunch finally rolled around Keith was filthy from head to toe. His muscles ached and he longed for a hot shower, but his pride as an alpha wouldn't allow him to take a break from cleaning until the others did. He'd much rather be fighting Galra than sweeping, but cleaning had showed him he really needed to double his training efforts. The idea of being a dad had softened him too much. He couldn't just run around tearing the throats out of people who hurt Lance... ignoring the pain in his arms, he resumed sweeping the corridor, telling himself this was training of another kind.

Having grown tired of sweeping the halls, or more to the point his arms felt like they going to fall off, Keith made his way up to the training room. Letting himself in, he snorted at the sight. Lance was sitting on the floor with his knees spread, trying to escape Krolia's hold

"Keith! Help!"

"Do I want to know what's going on here?"

"It started with your mum helping me stretch, but now she's insisting I rest"

"He smells tired"

"That's because I am. We were only going to do stretches... but that turned into us using the training simulator... and things went down hill from there"

"You let him train?"

"I was just shooting things, now I need to pee and she won't let me up"

"You didn't say you needed to use the bathroom"

"That's because you attacked me before I could"

"Mum, let him up"

Finally letting Lance go, his omega tried to sit up but got no where fast, scowling at him, Lance didn't stop until Keith finally walked over and helped him up

"I think you like seeing me struggle"

"Maybe just a little. Do you need help?"

"I'll be fine"

Watching his mate waddle off out of sight, Keith then turned his attention to his mother

"Was he alright?"

"He was fine. I didn't push him too hard, we just did the first few levels on repeat"

"And you?"

"I didn't even break a sweat"

"You know that isn't what I meant"

"I know, but I'm fine, and I'm not changing my mind"

"I wasn't telling you to. I was just worried about both of you"

"Well you don't need to be. How was cleaning?"

"Don't even start. I told myself I wasn't going to stop until the others did, but I have no idea if they're still going or not"

"So you came up here to clean the training room, such a good son"

"You could have done it"

"I wouldn't bother to be honest. It's fine as it is"

"So do think Lance will be alright for the mission? We'll all be in our Lions, but that doesn't mean it won't be draining"

"He should be. He was fine during training, but I didn't let him do any physical fighting"

"I'm sure he loved that"

"He knows better than to argue with me. I wish I could do more than just watch, I do not trust Lotor"

"I don't either, I don't even want him in the castle, but we can only wait and see how it plays out"

His mother frowned as she hummed

"What?"

"I wish we could just kill Lotor. It would be so easy"

"Maybe this trip will? I don't know. Are you done in here?"

"Planning on using me as your excuse to stop cleaning?"

"You and Lance"

"Well that's alright then, as long as it's not just me."

Ignoring the dig in her voice, Keith nodded

"Lance is probably starving by now, let's go hunt him down and then get him fed. After that, I'm taking possibly the longest shower of my life"

"As long as you get plenty of rest before tomorrow"

"Yes mum"

So resting went right out the window. Lance was horny and couldn't keep his hands off of him. Both of them were thoroughly sated and thoroughly exhausted by the time it was time to face the day. While Lance didn't have to be there to greet Lotor, his mate insisted on not letting being stuck waiting on his own, so after making sure his mate was showered, dressed and fed, Keith had a firm hold on Lance's hand as Lotor's ship touched down

"Is it bad I want to shoot him already?"

"Why do you want to shoot him? I'm the one he nearly killed... I should be the one who wants to shoot him"

"He nearly made our pup's fatherless, and I nearly lost two of my family members because he's a lying dick"

Squeezing his hand as he seethed out the words, if Lance was clearly pregnant his mate would have made a very convincing alpha. His hatred just poured off of him so easily

"Alright guys, don't forget, we don't know if it was him for sure. I managed to cut his arm, but I'm sure the Galra would probably have a way to erase scars. I don't want anyone alone with him if you can help it. Especially you Lance, I'm not saying you can't handle yourself, but you're pregnant and if I had a choice, I wouldn't be letting you participate in this mission"

Letting his hand go, Lance glared at him

"I can't believe you!"

"Lance, maybe Keith's right"

Shifting his glare to Pidge, the female alpha held her hands up like she was surrendering

"It's just... you're pregnant after all. Even a small fall could cause complications"

"You think I don't know that? I'll be in Red. I know how to do my job, so you won't have to worry about me messing up your precious mission just because Keith knocked me up!"

When Hunk went to place his hand on Lance's shoulder, the omega slapped it away

"Lotor's coming"

Beaming as he walked across the landing bay, Lotor didn't seemed shocked it surprised by the fact that Keith was perfectly alright. It was like he already knew, or like what had happened back on the snow base hadn't even happened

"Greetings Lotor, it's been too long"

"That it has Allura, though the time has finally come for us to make this dream of peace a reality"

"That is has. Coran is waiting on the bridge for us, shall we all head up?"

"That sounds wonderful. I would love to hear about the adventures you've had since returning"

"It's been mostly meetings and preparing for the future. Peace. It seems like a dream"

"It won't be a dream for that much longer"

Laughing lightly, Allura nodded

"Yes. This time tomorrow our preparations will all be complete"

"And quintessence will be freely available to all"

With Lotor and Allura leading them through the castle, Keith was torn between staying close to Allura in case Lotor tried something and staying close to Lance in case he needed help. Casting a glance to his mate, he found Lance still looking clearly pissed at him. No. It was probably better to give Lance a little space. If he pushed too hard he ran the risk of his mate losing his cool and exploding. Looking to Hunk, Hunk nodded, slowing his pace casually so he was walking beside Lance.

"Coran. How marvellous to see you again"

"And you Lotor. How goes the empire?"

"Tiring honestly. Who knew there would be so many meetings and documents to site"

"Ah the perks of being a king... and emperor even"

"Yes. Sometimes I wish my own staff were as competent as you"

Lotor was being way too nice, and even Coran looked uncomfortable at his praise

"Yes. Well. The castle is ready to go whenever everyone else is. We're fully energised and the teladuv has never been cleaner"

"I personally watched over the installation of our own teladuv over Daibaazal, all that is needed is the final calculations to pinpoint the exact point within the rift we shall be jumping into"

"Hunk and I have finished those, we just need to substitute in the frequency of the energy waves given off by the rift, but that should only take a few doboshes"

"Excellent. Shall we proceed then?"

"Indeed"

With Lance giving everyone the cold shoulder, the journey out to Daibazaal was relatively quiet. Each of them more than likely wondering just what they'd encounter one they entered the rift. Alfor had entered in the past, tricked by Zarkon, and he'd realised the mistake he'd made by doing so... so what's to say they weren't going to make a greater mistake? What if they opened the rift, only to cause one or both realities to blow up, or what if both realities couldn't exist connected and they merged together? What if a new kind of enemy was unleashed into their reality? One that was worse than Zarkon? It might be true Voltron only existed because of this other reality rift, but what if it's powers for good became corrupted? What happened then? There were so many what-ifs but they'd come too far to turn back... not that that thought was comforting.

Coming out of the wormhole, everyone in the room gasped. Surrounding the rift were 3 massive ships, at least a dozen slightly smaller ones and what seemed to be hundreds of sensors. Every aspect of the site was being monitored, and there was more than enough firepower to blow the castle out of the sky

"Do not worry. They are all loyal to me"

"It's not that, it's just so impressive"

With the teladuv floating over Daibazaal, two small ships were on both sides of it, to guide it into its final resting place

"Pidge, how close do you need to be to complete your calculations?"

"Here's fine"

Already pulling up her screens, Pidge would no doubt be accumulating and analysing every spec of data she was receiving

"I've set it to automatically fill in the variables and run the possible scenarios. We'll have the precise coordinates once it's done"

"You are very talented"

"It's nothing"

Across the room from her Lance climbed from his seat

"Lance, is everything alright?"

Taking a deep breath, it was like he was keeping from snapping at Lotor

"It's fine. I'm just going to the bathroom"

"It must be hard to be pregnant and in so much danger. Do you not worry for your children?"

"Of course I do, but being a Paladin means I need to think about everyone, not just my pups!"

His mates sharp tone caused Lotor to narrow his eyes

"Lance..."

"It's fine. I might just head down to my room. None of you need me until it's time to move out anyway"

"Will you be joining us for dinner?"

"No. I'll eat later. Bye guys"

This wasn't fair. He wanted to follow his mate and make sure he was alright... and get away from Lotor. The only problem was that Lance had a reason to, while he didn't. If they both left, it would be impolite. Lance could get away with it because he was pregnant. Watching Lotor watch his mate, he didn't like the way Lotor's eyes didn't leave him until the door slid into pace. It was like Lance was the sheep and Lotor the wolf. He had his eyes set on the omega and was waiting for the time when he was away from the flock before moving for the kill.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 7 years ago

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69... wine and dine... yes, i know i’m lame

The next time he woke, he found everyone there... well, Shiro, Hunk, Pidge and Keith were there

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Because you looked so cute"

"You still should have woken me. It's better than everyone watching me sleep"

"It wouldn't be the first time"

Lifting Laneith off his shoulder, Keith smiled at him

"What?"

"You're just adorable"

"Mhmm, you're blind"

"He's right. I'm sorry about last night. It was a lot to take in so suddenly, but you look good holding your pups"

"Of course I look good. My son's are beautiful like their daddy"

"May I see them?"

Looking to Hunk, Lance nodded

"Hunk can you hold him? I'm too tired to move"

"Late night?"

"Late night, early morning, then morning again, followed by getting the twins ready for the day"

"Being a parent must be hard work"

"Being an omega is hard work"

"Lance, did you just make a sex joke?"

"Maybe. I don't know. Pidge, do you want to hold a baby?"

"I wouldn't say no"

"Keith, pass Laneith to Pidge. I'm too sleepy to feed myself"

"Lance, if you're that tired, why don't you go back to bed?"

"I'll be alright... once I've eaten something"

Yawning mid sentence, Keith passed Laneith to Pidge, before gathering him up and into his lap

"Better?"

"Much. What's for breakfast?"

"Toast. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Mmm. I don't feel sick. Just happy and sleepy"

Biting into the piece of toast Keith held up for him, Lance hummed at the flavour of honey. It made a nice change

"They look so much like Keith"

"Ha! I told you! Keith keeps saying they look like me"

"It's the eyes and the lips. The rest is pretty much all Keith"

"And their hair. Their hair's dark brown, but it'll probably go black"

"They're really adorable. You did a good job"

"I can't take all the credit. Keith's the dad after all, I couldn't have gotten pregnant with his pups without him"

"Baby, maybe you should just focus on your toast"

Looking down, he found half of had snapped off and was now sitting on his pants

"I don't think I have the brain power to pick it up"

"Then it's a good thing you have me"

"Yep. Keith, retriever of toast. I like it. It's got a catchy ring to it"

"So how old are the pups?"

"Do you want Earth months? Phoebes or time out of pod?"

"Err"

"Do you mind if I hold Kelance?"

Keith tensed slightly beneath him, and Lance kind of wanted to say no, but didn't want to spoil the mood

"Hunk will show you how to. Don't be afraid if he cries, he won't be used to your scent yet"

Looking down at Kelance, a range of emotions crossed Shiro's face. Happiness, anger, sadness and finally something like wistfulness

"Hey there Kelance. Look at you. Look at those marks"

"I wanted them to have marks, but I never thought it would really happen"

"I'm surprised they don't look more Galra"

"It wouldn't have mattered if they did. They fought so hard..."

Lance's sentence was cut off as the castle alarms began to blare. Scrambling off Keith's lap, he dropped his toast as he took Laneith

"Pass me Kelance. We need to get to the bridge"

"Lance"

"Just pass him to me. It's my job to protect them"

"Take them and get down to the pod room. I know you don't want to let them out of your sight, but we don't know what's going on and if it's safe to get to Red"

"Got it"

Shiro carefully placed Kelance on his shoulder

"What can I do?"

"You go to the bridge with the others. Lance, I'll send Krolia to you for back up"

"Ok"

"Keith!? Keith, what's going on?"

"Allura went ahead and invited Lotor onto the castle, and now we're under attack"

"I know that much! They showed up in the pod room. The pups are safe, but I need to shoot my way out"

"I'm coming to you!"

"Don't! Get Allura to activate the teladuv, even a small jump might give us the advantage!"

"You can't be serious!"

"Keith, I've got this. Please, just trust me"

"I... stay safe"

"You too"

"I don't want to die"

"Keith! Keith are you there?!"

"Lance, what's going on?"

"Is Lotor with you? The real one?"

"You and mum are the only ones who aren't"

"Uh... I think I found the other Lotor!"

Turning, he ran

"Lance, where are you?"

"The hallway below the bridge! The soldiers are infected with that black goop stuff!"

"We're coming to you"

"Don't! He nearly killed you the last time he saw you"

"Exactly! You don't stand a chance"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence!"

Looking back over his shoulder, Lotor wasn't there

"I... he's gone! Keith, be careful"

"Lance, it's Pidge. Can you get into the castle vents"

"I should be able too"

"Then go. More of them are approaching your position"

"What about the pod room? Is it still safe?"

"I'm reading several heat signatures"

His pups!

"I'm going back"

"You can't, it's too risky!"

"I'm not leaving them!"

"We're trying to guide them to the bridge, but if they see you shooting, they'll go after you"

"I don't care! I'm not letting anything happen to them!"

In the back ground he heard Allura cry out, and the sound of shots being fired

"Pidge!"

"They're here! Get somewhere safe and hide!"

"Allura, how long?"

"45 ticks!"

"Alright! We need to advance forward! We can't afford to let them take over any more of the castle than they have!"

"Hunk!"

Spinning back to see what was wrong, hunk was doubled over on the floor, clutching his stomach which was rapidly turning red

"Get him behind the control panel!"

"Shiro!"

"Keith!"

Wiping at the site did nothing to ease the pain, if anything, it hurt even more. How had the soldiers been able to move with that stuff in their bodies?!

"Don't let the guards touch you! They're infected!"

"What about you?!"

"I'm ok! Just keep firing!"

"You!"

Keith saw red. This was the man who tried to kill both him and his mother

"I see our welcoming party has almost been wiped out. It's a shame that only your Red Paladin bothered to come great me in person"

"Lance!"

"One wrong step and I will kill him"

"Let him go!"

"Not when we made our welcome so warm"

"What do you want?!"

"Lotor, I've come for you. Our mother is waiting"

"Our mother? Honerva was my mother, not Haggar!"

"You are me and I am you. You know as well as I do that they are one and the same"

"Why are you doing this?!"

Drawing his blade, Lotor was a blur as he launched himself at Allura. Moving to match his pace, the real Lotor stopped him before the blow could hit

"Stop this!"

"Why? You care nothing for these people!"

"Everything she's done, she's done for you"

"She did it for Zarkon!"

"Who is our father!"

"Zarkon never accepted me! I was half Altean! He hated the Altean's more than anything"

"It made you weak!"

"I am not ashamed! At least I can think for myself!"

"Either you come with me, or I kill all three of them"

"I'll never go with you!"

"That's a shame. Kill the children!"

"Well this is interesting. Who would have thought the joke of Voltron would manage to kill so easily. Maybe I should take him home with me"

"You seem to enjoy killing. How many of my sentries did you take out?"

"Not enough. First you tried to kill my mother. Then you tried to kill my alpha. You tried to take my home from me! You tried to take my pups from me! I am not letting you leave here alive!"

"Even if it means I kill your friends?"

"I'd like to see you try"

"Lance, he's too strong for you!"

"Stop telling me what I can and can't do!"

His mate was no sword wielder, but with his upgraded Bayard, he was able to cut through Zarkon's sword

"Well done. That was a rather nice... show"

Pausing at "nice", not-Lotor grabbed Lance by the threat, forcing him backwards until his mate hit the wall with a sickening crunch

"I like you. You're interesting. And this blade of yours"

"We'll be coming out of the wormhole shortly"

"Good! Shiro, can you and Coran still fight?!"

"Coran's been hit"

When the quiznak did that happen?

"Then it's you and me. You need to get into the hallway and make sure there are no reinforcements"

"What about you?! Who's going to protect Allura"

"Lotor will! He loves her! Now move!"

Watching Shiro dart through the room, Keith then looked to his Bayard. He'd never really given much thought about its shape. He needed a gun. If he could get a shot off...

"Lance!"

Deactivating his Bayard, Lance stumbled over to their pups, gathering both boys against him before letting out a mournful sob

"We need to get Coran, Hunk and Pidge into pods. Lance, how are the pups?"

"They're breathing..."

"We'll place them in a pod too. We need to exterminate the remaining forces"

"Let me talk to them"

"And say what? Invasions off? Everyone go home for a nice cup of tea!? This is all your fault!"

"My fault?"

"Yes! Now help get Hunk down to a pod! Shiro, you take Coran. Pidge, can you walk?"

"I think I'm concussed"

"Shiro, make sure she gets there alright. I'll take point. Allura, if any ships wormhole in, jump. I don't care where we end up. We can't deal with them until we've made sure everyone is alright"

"On it"

Holding his arm to his chest, Keith staggered over to Lance. Kelance had a nasty bruise around his left eyebrow, while Laneith's hand seemed to be the main cause of his second son's distress

"Lance, can you walk?"

"I... I'm fine. Where Krolia?"

Keith doubted Lance was anything near fine, but waited patiently as his mate rose, leaving them the last one out the room.

"Lance! I was so worried. By the time I got down here, the room was empty. What was that black stuff in the soldiers?"

"The same stuff from Daibazaal. We need to get everyone into a pod"

"What happened to your face!?"

"Not now mum, the twins got hurt. We deal with everyone else first"

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