#omega drew the skull

[letshareapapou]

Phee is a lucky lady

[honeyhotteoks]

this night together - chapter one (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter one: a safe place to land

summary: you're finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who won't let you go through it alone. note: reader and the boys are not idols in this fic, but instead are part of the bb trippin dance crew. the idol group mentioned in the fic's name is 'new world' which was one of the early options for ateez's name, and i just thought that was cute. overall though, i know very little about dancing and choreography. i did my best to research what that field might be like, but please know there are likely inaccuracies. also.... i have no idea how healthcare coverage with jobs work in korea and my research wasn't too helpful. we're going with what i know which is often a ninety day waiting period before you get health coverage at a new job, which means reader here cannot afford her medication out of pocket. go with it, for me ♡

warnings: just.... so much smut including: heat, nesting, knotting, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, big dick yunho, implied breeding kink (it's omegaverse so ya know), gratuitous praise to make reader feel better, lots of pet names, lots of heat symptoms like cramps, slick, and insatiable horniness.

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, abo/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 13.6K

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The first sign is the headache, a low, dull throb at the back of your skull. It’s not a full-blown migraine yet, but it might become one and that’s your first indication that your heat is close. You’ve done your suppressant rationing and your bargaining and your plotting and planning, but in the end it’s going to come down to luck if you can make it through the recording. 

You had asked the company about their heat leave policy in the most casual way that you could, still new enough to KQ that it seemed natural for an omega to be asking. You don’t know why you were surprised, but as always the policy is disappointing. Full health coverage only after ninety days of employment, and until then not only are your suppressants not covered any heat leave is fully unpaid. 

You had studied your cycle calendar in detail and tried to map out the dates, but no matter how you drew it or cut up the last of your suppressants to try and extend the effects, your heat was going to fall on or around your first real performance. And it’s not like you’re an idol, it’s not like the camera will be focused on you, but the idea of letting your new crew down two months into being here  is too fucked a thought to entertain. 

Your throat feels dry after the first run through of the routine, unnaturally so, a tight cough building in the back of your throat as you try to hold it together. The minute the music fades you’re falling out of formation before anyone else and covering your mouth with your elbow, coughing dryly into your sleeve. 

“You good?” San asks from his place next to you. 

“Mhm,” You nod tightly, but the cough is lodged in your throat, “I just need to,”

A bottle of water is pushed into your hand and you nod in thanks, unscrewing the cap fast and knocking it back, letting the cold water soothe your throat. 

“Are you sick, y/n?” San crosses his arms to appraise you better, ducking his head and getting a good look at you. 

“No, no,” You take a deep breath now that you can and shake your head, “just dry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to slow us down.” 

“Let’s take five,” Yunho announces from the front. 

You take another sip of water and the group starts to break apart. The cool bottle keeps you grounded and as far from anxiety as you can possibly get with the knowledge of this hanging over you. 

“You good?” Yujin, one of the few other female BB Trippin dancers, asks, her chest heaving as she jogs up to you. 

“Yeah, yeah,” You assure her, “I just need a minute,” 

She squeezes your shoulder before moving past you, and you lean back against the wall nearby before taking a deep breath. Your eyes go unfocused towards the mirror as you collect yourself, drinking more water and hoping that no one’s upset with the delay. You’re still new here, but so far you’ve been accepted into the fold well, only a few of the dancers more aloof, so focused on the work you haven’t had a chance to try and make friends. You hope they aren’t upset at your sudden need for a break right on the first run through on the big day. You feel hot eyes on you, and you focus, catching Minseok in the mirror. He’s always pleasant and polite, but never overly friendly, and when you catch his gaze momentarily you see that his jaw is tight and his throat jumps like a spasm as he swallows and averts his eyes from yours. 

Your brow knits in confusion, but Yunho appearing next to you breaks the brief moment of concentration and you turn towards him. 

His eyes are soft, but his face is still serious and wired into work, “You sure you’re good?” 

“Definitely,” You protest, “really,” 

He chews the inside of his lip for a moment before adjusting the cap on his head and holding out a little bottle of pills, “Your head?” 

“How did you know?” You thought you were good at concealing it. 

“You keep wincing when I put the high lights on,” He nods up towards the fluorescents, “migraine?” 

“A little one,” You assure him, you know he’s got to be worried about you dropping out of formation right before recording, “but I got this,” 

As the lead choreographer and director of today’s stage performance, he’s been on edge this week. He’s so incredibly focused on the finer details down to every precise placement, finger extension, facial expression. You’ve been a dancer for a long time, and you’ve worked behind idol groups before, but not like this. The atmosphere here is different, and working with New World doesn’t feel like backup dancing at all. And for Yunho, it’s become clear to you over the past couple of months that while he isn’t the boss, he is the leader here and he takes that responsibility incredibly personally. 

But despite all that pressure and responsibility, he surprises you when he smiles at your admission, “I get them sometimes. Do you get auras?” 

You shake your head.

“I do,” He offers you the bottle again, “it sucks, but you know, the light sensitivity is always the worst thing,” 

You take the bottle and tip the migraine medication out into your palm, “Yeah,” 

“Are you sure you don’t need to tap out?” He offers, voice a little softer so that it’s a conversation just between you, “I know you don’t want to, but I can’t have you falling on stage,” 

“No, honestly, I wouldn’t put the team in that position,” You look up, trying your best to convey with your eyes that you can make it, even though the low throb in your skull says otherwise. 

“Okay,” He nods once, “I just had to ask. Are you ready?” 

“Ready,” 

“Alright,” He takes a step away and moves back towards the main part of the room. This time he doesn’t adjust the lights, he keeps the room low lit and calm and he claps as he turns back to the room at large, “Let’s run it again. We have an hour before the van gets here, and then from there it’s go time. We ready?” 

A chorus of yes echoes back, and you lend your voice to the mix, shaking off the pounding in your brain. You can do this. You can. Wooyoung punches your arm softly as he walks by you to get to his starting position, flashing you a smile and an encouraging nod. With a deep exhale you let it go, and you get to work. 

By the time you finish the third run through, your muscles are screaming, but you’ve managed to hold the rest tightly in. The migration medication seems to be helping, and though you can sense Yunho continuing to glance at you in the mirror he seems pleased that you’re keeping up. You just need to make it through this day, and then you can let it all fall apart.

With a glance at your watch, the hour now up, you realize just how much more time there is to get through. It’s only six in the morning, the earliest you’ve had to get up and be ready for this job yet. You’ve been told that if you’re ever a supporting dancer for a comeback stage it will be even earlier, two or three to accommodate pre-recording time. For this though, you’re not filming a comeback stage. You’ll get to the studios alongside New World at around seven-thirty, spend at least an hour or two getting ready in the green room, and then from there it will be a waiting game, and you don’t really know how a show like this will go. Music shows are a well oiled machine of time management, but this type of larger long program for their survival show stage is something you just aren’t used to. 

You just have to, without question, make it back home, but that might be eight hours from now or twelve, and that level of uncertainty makes your stomach churn. 

On the bus you take stock. Sore muscles, dry throat, ever so slight cramping in your back, bubbling migraine, fatigue. You’re not yet feeling the waves of hot flashing blush or deep, burgeoning cramps, but it’s not too far off. It feels like at the very least the quarter suppressant you choked down this morning might be doing just enough to mask the scent of your pre-heat, and that’s the best you can do. At least for now, no one’s noticed how close you are to the edge. No one, except possibly Wooyoung. 

“Here,” He says from his seat next to you, offering you a lozenge from a bag, “for your throat,” 

You stare for a second at the offering before your brain fires and you accept one with quiet thanks. Omegas often keep cooling lozenges around for their heat and pre-heat, something to take the edge off the soreness and dryness and it doesn’t surprise you that the only one attuned to your slight discomfort is another omega.

“You can keep the bag,” He places it on your lap, “if you need it,” 

“I’m good,” You pass it back, not wanting to admit how close you really are, “like I said, just dry,” 

“Okay,” He nods, and then he lets the subject lie, “are you ready for today?” 

“Yeah,” You swallow tightly, “nervous, but yeah,” 

“Mm,” He grins, relaxing back into his seat, “it’s fun, I promise,” 

“Yeah?” 

“When you see it all come together on the monitors,” He nods, “it just makes it all worth it,” 

“All the work, you mean?” You can’t help but glance up the length of the bus, to where Yunho sits alongside San and Mingi, all talking quietly and seriously amongst themselves. 

“Yeah,” He nods, “you’ve been working a lot of nights too, catching up,” 

“I just don’t want me being new to be the reason it’s not perfect,” You reply with ease. 

“That’s good,” Wooyoung says, “and I promise if you weren’t nailing it, you’d know by now.” 

“Would I?” 

“You wouldn’t be sitting here,” Wooyoung nods towards the front, “Mingi would have cut you ages ago,” 

“Mingi?” He’s been nothing but nice, flirty, and funny. He’d been helping you out at night to get better, you thought so that Yunho and San didn’t have an inkling that you’re behind. 

“His opinion is the one that matters,” Wooyoung laughs, whispering to you so the rest of the bus can’t hear, “have you not picked up on that yet?” 

You shake your head slowly. 

“y/n,” Wooyoung smiles as he realizes just how clueless you are, “Yunho would recommend we all stop drinking water if Mingi said it was a good idea. Mingi trusts his gut, and Yunho trusts Mingi,” 

“Oh,” You breathe. 

“Yep,”

“What about Jaemin?” You ask softly. You’ve only met the actual crew leader a few times here and there, but most of the time he’s not at the studio itself. 

“He keeps the work coming and the doors open,” Wooyoung says, “but they keep us moving.” 

You let his words sink in, the reality that for weeks you’ve been working side by side with Mingi and confessing all your fears of inadequacy, that he was the person who had to approve of you all along and you never knew it. You sigh, “Are you just trying to hype me up, or are you being serious?” 

“I don’t lie.” He says, full stop, no room for misinterpretation. 

The menthol lozenge burns a little on your tongue, but soothes the cut feeling in the back of your throat when you swallow and you find that finally for the first time all night you’re able to really exhale. With a soft nod you turn to him, “Okay,” 

“Okay?” 

“Let’s fucking do this,” 

He grins, “After this stage you’re officially one of us, you know,” 

Your eyes narrow, “You said that after my first week,” 

He rolls his eyes, “Okay, maybe I lie a little,” 

For the afternoon, with the lightness of Wooyoung by your side, you forget about your headache. The day happens fast, even with all the sitting and waiting in green rooms. There’s so much to remember, from camera positions to where the light is coming from, to how to adapt to the stage floor being just a little smaller than what you were working with back at KQ. The members seem suddenly focused in a way you’ve never experienced, you know what this means to them. To all of you. By the time it’s filming, you’ve had at least six lozenges and taken two more painkillers for your migraine to keep it at bay, and you're starting to feel exhausted. You film it twice, from two angles. Wide for choreography and tighter close ups on the members for cinematic facial expressions and intricacies of movement. 

When it’s all over and you pile back into the van, your legs feel heavy and disconnected. If you can just make it back to the studio, you can change and call an Uber and get inside before it knocks you sideways. 

Someone suggests drinks, someone else suggests a celebratory meal. 

You want nothing more than for the van to speed up. 

You grip your hand tight and breathe through the tight sensations in your body and no one ever notices a thing, not even Wooyoung who seems caught in the euphoria of the performance, your quietness blissfully overlooked for the moment. 

At the studio, it takes time for the locker room to clear out after the show, everyone else riding on the high of the performance too and slow to pack up for the night. It had gone so well, despite the way you had to push through the pain.  As the pain worsens, you’re not sure how you’re going to get home, but you know you need to figure it out soon. You can maybe call one of your roommates, but on a Friday night it feels unlikely that they’ll be available or sober enough to get you. 

A cramp ripples through you, and you grip down on the wooden bench, your leg bouncing to try and distract you from the waves of sensation washing over you. It’s been years since your last heat, and you can already tell this is going to be hard and heady. Sweat is collecting on your brow, waves of uncomfortable warmth passing through your body, and you can feel the way your breath is tightening. You really don’t have long, a matter of hours maybe, but it’s obvious to anyone who looks at you what’s going on. 

You fish your phone out of your bag and scan through your contacts, blinking hard to try and clear your blurring vision. The phone keeps ringing, first one of your roommates, then another, and when you hit their voicemail boxes for the second time, your phone slips from your fingers in frustration. Tears prick the back of your eyes, your hands shaking. You really thought you had more time. 

A noise across the locker room startles you, the heavy metal clang of a locker closing and you realize someone’s still in here with you. You’re trembling, a mix of abject panic and pain, your omega surfacing inside you in a way that you can’t control. Footsteps come closer, and though you’re still shielded by a row of lockers and can’t see him, you can smell him. Rich, cocoa and cinnamon. 

Mingi walks past your section of lockers, and you hope he won’t notice, but you’re never, ever that lucky. 

“Hey,” He says when he catches sight of you, “you did good tonight,” 

You keep your eyes away from his, curling down further to tug at the laces of your shoes and hope that he doesn’t notice the way you’re clenching your jaw to keep from crying, “Thanks,” 

“Yeah,” He says, and you hear his steps shift and then pause. 

Your eyes press closed as you hide behind the curtain of your hair. 

“y/n,” Mingi asks, “are you okay?”

“Mhm,” You pull your laces tight, your insides cramping painfully as your body registers the presence of an alpha. 

“Are you sure?” He asks. 

Biting down on the inside of your cheek you steady your voice, “Yeah, I’m good, just tired.” 

Mingi doesn’t answer, doesn’t move, and there’s really only so long you can pretend to tie your shoes. You tug your other laces taut and then do your best, leaning back up into a normal sitting position despite the pained pressure inside you. You grip down on the bench again and breathe slowly through your nose. 

“Are you hurt?” Mingi asks, concern evident in his voice, “Did you pull something?” 

You shake your head, you can’t trust your words. 

“Something’s wrong,” Mingi takes a step forward and you jolt back, sliding off the edge of the bench with a tight sound, your back connecting hard with the lockers behind you. His eyes widen at your sudden movement and you hold a hand out to keep him right where is. 

“Stop,” You plead, body shaking, “don’t,” 

“You are hurt,” He can feel your fear, and his eyes are panicked as he scans your body, “what happened?” 

“It’s not,” You sigh, shaking your head, another hot flash making your cheeks light up with blush and cutting your words. 

When he takes another step forwards you watch his face change, the way his breathing settles low into his chest as he regards you and comprehension starts to relax his face. Your eyes press closed as another cramp ripples through your abdomen, and suddenly you feel the first rush of slick. 

“Fuck,” Mingi says, “what are you doing here?” 

“Working,” You groan, opening your eyes again. 

“You should be on heat leave,” He shakes his head, “you should be home,”

“I know,” You nod, your throat growing tight and tears bubbling back up, “I-I asked, but it would have been unpaid, and with the performance… I couldn’t afford to not be here. I thought I had a little more time,” 

“Okay,” He steps a little closer and you shake your head, pressing your body back further against the lockers as if that will do anything, “it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” 

“I know that,” You laugh humorlessly, “but right now your scent is making this harder,” 

“Oh,” He swallows hard, “I didn’t mean to,” 

“Mingi,” You meet his gaze and his eyes soften, “I need help,” You wish you didn’t have to ask. You wish you had just stayed home, not rationed your suppressants, and just handled this on your own. 

He nods, straightening up and swallowing hard, “Okay, let’s go,” 

“Go?” You watch as he picks up your bag and slings it over his shoulder with his own. 

“Can you walk?” He holds a hand out to you, an offering and nothing more if you want it. 

“Yeah,” You stammer, pushing yourself off the lockers, but one step already has you shaky and you grip his hand and let him hold your weight to keep you standing. 

“Alright,” He shakes his head, “I’m sorry, just hold your breath or something,” 

His arm wraps around your back, pulling you up and supporting your weight with a sure hand on your forearm and with his help, you take a step. His scent is dizzying, equal parts calming and arousing, and tears roll down your cheeks as you try to keep quiet and hold it together. Slick pools between your thighs and you’re sure he can smell it, but he’s doing a good job of saying nothing about it to you. 

“W-where are we going?” You manage as he pushes the door to the locker room open and steers you out into the dimly lit hallway of the dance studio. 

“We need to get Yunho,” He says with ease, like it’s obvious and poses absolutely no problem. 

At the thought of him, your body clenches and you bite down to keep a tight, pained sound inside. “No, Mingi, he can’t,” 

“We’re past that point,” Mingi is all but dragging you now, “I need his help, I can’t get you home by myself.” 

Yunho’s the only one with a car between them, not the mention a driver’s license. Mingi typically hitches a ride with him or using the subway, and at this stage in your heat, it’s not safe to take public transportation or put you in a taxi. There are too many variables, too many people you don’t know, and you need someone you trust to get you to a safe location to ride this out. The idea of Yunho tears your body in two, caught between the feeling of wanting him and never wanting him to know about this, but you know he’s safe, that safe place. 

There’s a light still on in the office at the end of the hall where you know Yunho is going through footage from the day and making notes while things are still fresh in his mind. When you’re close enough to the door but still safely in the hall, Mingi calls out, “Yunho!”

“Yeah?” He shouts back, and you can hear the distraction in his voice, a clear picture of him writing something down as he calls over his shoulder. 

“I need your help,” Mingi adjusts his grip on you, holding you close as your body trembles in his arms, “like right now,” 

“Uh,” Yunho trails off, “yeah, okay, yeah, I’m coming.” You hear Yunho jump up from the chair in the office, his quick footsteps, and another wave of fear flutters through you. 

“Mingi,” You grip down on his hand. 

“Right, fuck,” He remembers himself, tucking you closer to his chest, “slowly,” 

“What?” Yunho’s voice comes from the office but you can see his shadow on the floor in the hall as he gets closer to the door. 

“Yunho!” Mingi’s voice is deep, clear and firm and you let your head rock back on his shoulder, “Slowly, seriously,” 

He’s not distracted anymore, he’s incredibly alert. Yunho steps into the hallway slowly, just as directed when he hears the tenor of his best friend’s voice, and it takes him seconds to size up what’s going on. 

“y/n,” He takes a half step forward and stops himself, arm outstretched, “oh no,” 

His soft tone soothes you instantly but it doesn't help the emotional live wire you feel like you’re walking, and a little sob bubbles out of you, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” 

“You’re in heat,” He says, shaking his head, “it’s not safe for you to be here, why are you here?” 

Your omega shrinks and more tears spill over, the wave uncontrollable now, “I’m sorry, please,” 

Yunho’s eyes flick to Mingi’s before he comes closer, reaching out for you, “I’m not upset,” 

Relief washes through you, “You’re not?” 

“No,” He assures you, his voice dropping to a warm and even tone, “I’m just worried about you, I want you safe. Come here,” 

You comply instantly, stepping out of Mingi’s hold and straight into Yunho’s arms, letting him tuck you close into his chest before he adjusts his stance and brings your face up to the crook of his neck. His scent washes over you like a salve, nothing but warm rain and fresh cut cedar. 

“Shh,” He soothes you, running a hand down your back, “there we go, take a deep breath,” 

For a minute, it feels like your cramps have passed, your head clearing. He grounds you and brings you back into your body with his touch and you breathe low and slow, your hands gripping his shirt. 

“Okay,” Yunho murmurs, “what’s your heat plan? We can take you and get you there safe,” 

You shake your head into his neck, nuzzling closer to his skin, “I don’t really have one,” 

“What do you mean?” He asks, clearly not understanding. 

“You can take me home,” You tell him, eyes drifting closed, “I usually can take care of things myself,”

“That’s insane,” Mingi says from behind you both, and you feel Yunho’s hands tighten on your back. 

“Who’s there with you?” Yunho asks, “Don’t you have roommates?” 

You nod, resting on his shoulder, “Mhm,” 

“y/n,” He prompts you, “what are their designations?” 

“Mm,” You’re feeling so warm wrapped in his scent, “Ari and Hyejin are betas, Hyunwoo is an alpha but he’s probably out tonight,” 

“Tonight,” Yunho shakes his head, “you go through heats like this with an alpha home?” 

“Not like this,” You mumble into his chest and he shifts you in his arms. 

“What did you say?” 

“Not a heat like this,” You manage, “I’m normally on pretty heavy suppressants,” 

“She can’t go home like this,” Mingi says, “this is still just pre-heat,”

“I think so,” Yunho’s voice sounds far away, and you sink into the steady sound of his heart and the feeling of his hand smoothing a comforting line up and down your back. When he finally speaks again, his voice is so tender you almost don’t recognize it, “Can we bring you home? Let me help, you can’t go through a heat this hard by yourself,” 

“Yunho,” You shudder against him, “we can’t,” 

The thought of his cock inside you flashes through your brain, and you imagine the feeling of his swollen knot locking in, your body full and sated and the cramps dissipating. Your core throbs at the idea and you feel another rush of slick rush through you. 

“You’re in pain,” He murmurs, dropping his head a little lower, “you need an alpha. Let me take care of you, let me take you home,” 

You should say no, you should take your chances in your apartment with your box of toys and a bottle of lube, but you keep breathing in his steady scent and all you can do is say yes. Yunho’s been kind to you since the beginning, taking care of you for weeks even if he didn’t really know it, and he can take care of you now too if you just let him. 

“We’ll take care of you,” Mingi cuts in, offering his help softly, “and make sure you’re safe until it’s over,” 

“Are you sure?” You pull back from Yunho’s neck, leaning heavily on his chest still. 

He cups your cheek in his broad hand, bringing your eyes up to his, and nods, “Positive, and if you don’t,” he swallows hard tries to find the right words, “if you don’t want to have sex we can figure something out, but you need a place that’s private, and you need to be with more experienced alphas who know how to keep their hands to themselves.”

They’re not wrong. You just have to trust them. You just have to let go. 

Your body makes the decision for you, the way your aching and throbbing is soothed just being between them, and you let your mind follow. 

“Okay,” You sigh, leaning into his hand, “yes,” 

“Alright,” He sighs, “don’t worry about a thing, okay? We’ll get you home.” Yunho’s thumb rubs a soothing pattern into the soft gland at your wrist and it relaxes you further. He looks over you for a moment, “Mingi, I need you to take her for a minute, I’ll get the car.” 

When Yunho steps away, just to try and pass you back to Mingi, the lack of contact strikes panic through you and you shake your head, “No, no, don’t go,” 

“It’s not for long,” He assures you, his hands sliding down your arms as he separates from you slowly, “I’ll be back in 5 minutes,” 

A panicked whine leaves your throat and your mind spins, “Don’t leave me!” 

“Hey,” He soothes you but you don’t respond, all you know is he’s leaving and you’ll be without him and the thought makes your body clench. “y/n, hey, y/n,” He tries again but you’re shaking your head. “Omega.” His voice roots you to the spot. 

Mingi’s hands close over you gingerly from behind, and Yunho nods as your panicked noises stop, “Okay, see?” He says, “Listen to me, omega, I’m not going far. You won’t be alone, Mingi’s right here. I’ll be back in five minutes, and then I won’t leave you again, okay?” 

“Okay,” You lean back into Mingi, and let his touch keep you warm. 

Yunho nods and then keeps his eyes on you as he moves back to the office, darting out of your eye line for a moment. You can hear him grabbing his things; the zip of his bag, the jingle of his keys, and the lights flick off before he jogs back out. 

“Here,” He says, holding out his jacket, “put this on,” 

Mingi takes it from his hands, and eases it onto you. When you pull the jacket up, his scent washes over you again and you sigh. 

“Better?” Yunho asks. 

“Mhm,” You murmur, and tucked into the warmth of Mingi’s chest with their combined scents easing you, you can breathe. You keep your eyes closed, but you hear when Yunho walks out the front door and your body clenches a little, but you take a deep breath in.

“Mingi,” You finally say, looking up at him, “thank you for not leaving me,” 

“Hey,” He shakes his head, “I was never going to leave you there,”

You nod, twisting in his arms so you can tuck your face into his chest and let his arms wrap fully around you, “I’m sorry,” you sigh, “I’m not usually such a touchy person,” 

He chuckles, smoothing your hair with his hand, “It’s okay, I like it,” 

“And Yunho?” 

“Oh,” Mingi laughs, “he’s a cuddler, don’t worry.” 

Your stomach cramps and you groan into his chest, “God,” you grip him, “I forgot how much this hurts,” 

“How long has it been?” Mingi shifts his grip so that more of your weight is supported, “You know, since your last real heat?” 

“Years,” You tell him honestly, “they’ve been so much easier on suppressants,” 

“Mm,” Mingi nods above you, “when this hits it’s going to be intense,” 

“Have you helped a partner through heat before?” 

“I have,” Mingi says, “but Yunho hasn’t,” 

“Oh,” You have no idea why Yunho offered himself up immediately like he had done it a thousand times before if he’s never shared a heat with someone. The sure, practiced tenor of his voice when he called you omega rings in your ears. 

“Don’t worry,” Mingi assures you, “I know what I’m doing, and Yunho’s got a handle on himself. He won’t touch you if you don’t want him to,” 

“I’m really, really not worried about that,” You sigh. 

“Good,” Mingi’s phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, and he adjusts his arms around you so he can find it, “We’ll take care of you - Hey? Are you out front?” 

You can’t hear Yunho’s side of the conversation but you just wait, held against him. 

“Okay, I got her,” Mingi says, and you smile. 

You forgot the way that heat takes over every physical sensation, every little thing heightened until you feel like you’re on a razor’s edge. In a matter of hours you’re going to be a writhing mess, in so much pain you might be delirious - you might ask anything of them, beg for anything.  You have to reconcile with your shame now, and let them help. After weeks of dancing around Yunho, what you really want is to ask him out for coffee, not this. Mingi is no stranger to being flirtatious, those sparks between you already evident, but it always felt like a little inside joke between friends, not a step towards anything more.  

“Alright, just a little further,” Mingi urges you as he slips his arm under yours. 

It takes time to get to the car, but when you get there, Mingi slides into the backseat with you instead of taking the front with Yunho like he normally would. Enclosed in the warmth of the car, you relax into Mingi’s arms and find Yunho’s eyes studying you in the rearview mirror. Their scents settle you a bit, more than any other alpha’s ever has. 

“I’m okay,” You assure them, “it’s coming and going,” 

“We don’t live too far,” Yunho smiles, “so just try to relax and we’ll be inside soon, okay?” 

“Yeah,” 

Mingi eases you against him, feeling your exhaustion, until you’re nestled in his lap with his fingers softly carding through your hair. Yunho’s eyes flick back to you again and again as he drives, but for the first time since the locker room, you’re not in too much pain. 

“Yunho,” Mingi murmurs and his friend hums a noise of acknowledgement, “we need to pick up a few things for her,” 

“What do you mean?” 

“She needs to eat before this really starts,” Mingi says quietly, ��I think we have water bottles at home and ice packs?” 

“Yeah we do, I went to the store a couple days ago,” Yunho glances back at you again. 

“Okay,” Mingi’s fingers keep up their soothing brushes on your scalp, “and we need condoms, in case.” 

“Oh,” Yunho blinks and opens his mouth to say something but you get there more quickly. 

“We don’t need them,” You twitch as a cramp ripples through you, “I’m on birth control,” 

“If it would make you feel more comfortable though,” Mingi offers. 

“No,” You groan a little and shift on the uncomfortable back seat, “really, I’m good.” 

The car is quiet for a minute, the reality sinking in that they won’t just be keeping you safe tucked away in a room in their apartment, but they will be helping you. Yunho clears his throat, “Then we’re good, let’s get you home and in bed, and then we can order food? Do we have time?” 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “I’m okay now that i’m with you both,” 

“Exactly,” Mingi soothes you as your fists tighten, eyes closing as you breathe through another small cramp, “your alphas will take good care of you,” 

You release a shuddering breath, the word sinking into your chest and keeping you whole. 

“Almost there,” He murmurs, “just breathe, omega,” 

Getting you upstairs to their apartment proves a little challenging, moving through the lobby of the apartment building and ferrying you into an elevator. They stay close to you, keeping you firmly tucked between them as they walk you in, and you do your very best to seem in control and not draw any unnecessary attention. 

The minute their apartment door closes though, your legs give out and Mingi scoops you up, “You did so well,” he assures you, and it’s evident now that he is the one with the experience here, knowing exactly what the primal part of your brain needs to hear. 

“I’ll order food,” Yunho says, giving you a small smile. 

“Get her some meat,” Mingi directs him, “broth too, and lots of rice,” 

“You are good at this,” You sigh. 

“We got you,” Mingi grins, acting like this is second nature, “now… I can put you to bed, or would you like a cool shower before you lay down? I know that helps,” 

“Mm, yes please,” You nod. 

“Alright,” Mingi nods and looks up, “get the food going, and then meet me in my room with some water and the ice packs.” 

“Right,” Yunho looks at you, “are you okay with just Mingi?” 

“Yeah,” You smile, “I’m feeling okay,” 

“Good,” Yunho smiles back and pulls out his phone to order the food, “then I’ll meet you there.” 

Mingi sets you up in the bathroom with ease, making sure you have towels and everything you need. Your heat is coming, building inside your body with every cramp and rush of warm blush, but their combined scents keep things calm enough for you to take care of yourself a bit. He asks you to keep the door unlocked in case you need help, and leaves you to your moment of peace. You let the cool water settle your body, taking solace in this dip of your pre-heat before things get worse. 

When you’re done, wrapped up in fluffy towels and feeling decidedly less sticky from the combination of sweat and slick, you make your way out into the hall. There are three bedrooms, an empty one you assume is Yunho’s, one that’s been converted into an office, and then one larger room at the end of the hall that you know must be Mingi’s. 

He appears in the doorway before you make it too much further and smiles, “Feeling better?” 

“Yes, thank you so much,” 

“Mhm,” He reaches for you, “come on in, we got everything ready for you,” 

His bedroom smells overwhelmingly like cinnamon when you first cross through the door and you feel a tense flutter in your core. His room is tidy, clean and organized well, which feels surprising for Mingi given how chaotic and busy he can seem at times. The bed is made, but the covers are pulled back for you and you see a folded shirt and thin sleep pants at the edge of the bed. Yunho is sitting in a chair in the corner by the foot of the bed and waiting, the dresser adjacent to his side equipped with almost everything you’ll need. Water bottles, pain killers, and ice packs, an unfilled bowl with a few washcloths stacked inside. 

“How do you know all this?” You catch Mingi’s eye. 

“My girlfriend in college went through terrible heats,” He explains easily, directing you towards the bed, “I remember what used to make her feel a little better,” 

“Ah,” That explains so much of him, and his easy reaction to finding you in the locker room. 

“Do you need help getting dressed at all?” He asks. 

“No, I just really want to lie down,” Your limbs are starting to feel heavy and achy. 

“We’ll leave you be then,” Yunho offers, “and when the food gets here we’ll bring some in,”

“Mhm,” You sigh, sinking down onto the bed, “thank you both again, so much,” 

When you’re finally alone in Mingi’s room, you start to take stock of your body and how it feels, getting a sense of how far you are from the real thick of your heat. Judging by the intensity of your cramps and the fact that you’re starting to produce slick, you know you’re not too far off, maybe a few hours at most. The onset of your heat is normally much slower than this, a long few days of light pre-heat into a couple of days of uncomfortable cramps and extremely high arousal. On suppressants it feels easy, off them everything is unpredictable. 

You pull on the clothes they left you, but they smell like stale lavender, artificial like laundry detergent and it’s not helping. You find the hamper in the corner and toss off the top, digging through Mingi’s clothes until you find a hoodie and you bury your face in it before taking a deep inhale and letting the warm smell of him pass through you. It might be crossing a line, but you don’t really care, you need them.

A pulsing wave passes through you and you collapse back into the bed, tugging on the hoodie and curling yourself up in the covers. The bed smells like him too, and you gather a pillow to your chest and take a deep inhale. Your neediness is starting to build up again with every passing minute, flushing heat through your chest and where you were cold a moment ago you’re suddenly overheated. You kick off the covers, but keep them close, and pile the pillows around you too so you can better inhale his scent. 

Slick rushes forwards again and you bite your inner cheek to stifle a moan and keep things in check. You push off the sleep pants they had given you, and fish through your gym bag until you find a clean pair of underwear and some wipes. You clean yourself up a bit, and change your underwear for the third time today, before deciding that there’s no point in putting the pants back on. Mingi’s hoodie falls low over your shorter frame, dragging along your thighs. 

You bury yourself back in his bed, and do your best to get a little rest before what’s to come. 

When you wake, it’s to Mingi pushing back his hoodie so he can see your face a little better, “Hey,” he murmurs, “how are you feeling?” 

“Tired,” You sigh, “and sore,” 

“Okay,” He smiles and tugs lightly on the strings of his hoodie, “is this helping?” 

“Mm,” You nod into his palm, but nervous knots start to curl up in your belly, “where’s Yunho?” 

“I’m here,” Yunho’s voice comes from the opposite side of the bed, and you twist in the sheets to find him, a cramp pulsing through you as you do and you groan, gripping onto the bed sheets beneath you. 

“Easy,” Mingi scolds you softly, “you need all the rest you can get,” 

Yunho finds your eyes and smiles, “What’s wrong?” He asks gently, noticing your nervous fidgeting. 

“I don’t know, I thought you left,” You manage. 

“I’m an idiot,” Mingi sighs behind you and his hand that rests on your hip shifts away, “stay with her a second,” 

“Mhm,” Yunho’s eyes don’t leave you, and he reaches out to rest his hand on yours, “we’ve got dinner, and then once you eat you can rest, we won’t go anywhere.” 

You watch his face as he studies your features, his breathing slow and steady, when you hear Mingi come back into the room behind you. “Here we go,” He says, and you feel a large, soft blanket draping over you. The smell of wet earth and rain in the air fills your senses again and you drag the blanket up and around you with a sigh. 

“You’re nesting,” Yunho observes, his mouth dropping open, “of course,” 

“She couldn’t smell you in here,” Mingi explains with ease, “she needs you to relax,” 

You nod, your cheek pressed against the blanket, “You smell like a thunderstorm,” 

Yunho sits slowly on the bed by your side, brushing your hair back behind your ear and smoothing his thumb along your cheekbone, “Is that right?” he smiles. 

“I love thunderstorms,” Your eyes drift closed. 

Mingi chuckles, “I think she’s found herself a heat partner,” 

“Only if she wants one,” Yunho presses, “and only after she eats,” 

Your eyes reopen, and you push yourself up to your knees, dropping the hood of Mingi’s sweatshirt and running your hands over your warm cheeks. “We need to talk now,” You blink hard and take a deep breath, “before I get too far into this,” 

“Let’s eat then,” Mingi gestures for you to sit back more comfortably and you watch as he and Yunho both produce boxes of take out from bags on the dresser, “what are you thinking?” 

“Well,” You shift up the bed to lean against the headboard, dragging Yunho’s blanket with you, “I haven’t gone through this in a while. I’m not sure how it’s going to be, but you said you wanted to help. What did you mean by it?” 

Yunho looks like he’s not sure exactly what to say or where to start and Mingi cuts in smoothly, “I’m willing to help with all of it. If you want me gone, I’m gone. If you want help to come to take the edge off, I can do that, and if you want me to actually knot you,” he gestures for you to fill in the blanks. 

“Right,” 

“But,” Mingi cuts in and your eyes shift back to him, “You seem to want Yunho,” 

His eyes flick down to the way you’re rubbing his blanket between your thumb and forefinger and you drop it instantly, not even realizing what you were doing. Mingi smiles softly and adds, “I think you prefer his scent,” 

“No!” You exclaim, wincing at the way your body tenses up, “No, it’s not that, at all.” 

“Earlier,” Mingi takes a seat on the edge of the bed, “you said my scent was making it harder, that’s not what I want to do for you.” 

“Mingi,” You shake your head, “I meant because it’s good, both of you. So, no I don’t have a preference.” 

“Oh,” Mingi smiles, and then turns to Yunho, “how are you feeling?” 

He clears his throat softly and nods, “The same as you, I’m all in.” 

“Okay,” You exhale slowly, “then so am I,” 

Mingi passes you a take out container and a pair of chopsticks, “Eat this, okay?” 

“Mhm,” You’re caught between exhaustion and adrenaline, but you stay focused on the task at hand. You all eat quietly, the atmosphere a little awkward now that you’ve all agreed. 

As you finish the container of food, Yunho smoothly passes you another and he says, “So, you feel comfortable with us?” 

“I do,” You nod, shifting a little at a slight pain in your back, “I like you both, and if I can trust you in the studio, I can trust you with this.” 

“And if you ask us to knot you?” Mingi prompts. 

“Right,” You swallow, resting the container of food on your lap, “I guess there are some things we should say now,” 

They look at you, waiting expectantly. 

“People say things during heat,” You start, imagining all the things you might beg them for for the next few days to come. “It’s not like I’ll be out of my mind or anything, you know that,” You nod to Mingi. 

“Mhm,” 

“But it’s still hard to control,” You explain, and Yunho listens intently, “I don’t know what it’ll be like for me. It’s been a long time, but you have my permission to do whatever we need to. If I ask you to knot me, knot me.” 

“Okay,” Mingi nods, “it’s good that we’re clear.” 

You feel another flush up your chest and you breathe slowly, “But no matter what,” you hold their gazes, “if I ask you to claim me, don’t. Don’t do it, even if I tell you I’m sure.” 

“Absolutely not,” Mingi’s brow furrows, and he looks shocked that you’d even have to say it, “there’s no way.” 

“I know you know,” You swallow and reach for a water bottle on the nightstand, “but Yunho, you’ve never done this before.” 

“That might be true,” He shakes his head, “but I know you wouldn’t mean that, it would just be the heat talking,” 

“Exactly,” You nod, “I might sound like I want that or like I need that, but I don’t.” 

“Understood,” Yunho nods, “I wouldn’t, I swear,” 

You sink back into your pillows and tuck back into your box of food, “I just want you to be prepared,” you explain, “and before I start crying and begging you to give me a pup, I wanted to say it,” 

Mingi laughs into his food, choking a little, “Sorry, no, not funny,” 

You smile, the mood a little lighter now, “It’s kind of funny.” 

Yunho smiles, shifting further onto the bed as he all but inhales his noodles, “You seem a better, I thought it was going to just get worse,” 

“Oh, it will,” You shrug, “but the food is nice, and you’re both here with me. When Mingi found me I was scared and alone, which always makes it worse,” 

Mingi’s hand rubs a comforting line up your shin, “You’re very safe now,” 

“I know,” You nod. 

“Eat some more,” Yunho notices that you’ve taken too long of a pause, and he gestures for you to keep going, “and then what would be nice? Some sleep?” 

“Maybe,” You dip back into your rice, “would you stay?” 

“I’ll stay,” Yunho murmurs. 

“Me too,” Mingi adds. 

They keep on you to eat, making sure you’ve had your fill. Afterwards, you rest between them watching some television, keeping your mind off things as best you can while you’re still feeling somewhat okay. They’re careful of you though, every shift of your body and soft hiss through your teeth drawing their attention. Mingi is still cool and evenly calm, but surprisingly Yunho is too, and you wonder what they talked about while you were in the shower. Did they discuss what to do at all? What the night and the next few days would be like? 

You’re so exhausted, slipping further down into the bed, nestled in pillows and wrapped in Yunho’s blanket. They naturally gravitate closer, their hands finding their way to your skin, and you’re not sure if it’s just their alpha nature or if it’s them, but you’ve never been more grateful for it. 

The cramps start to become unbearable again soon after they start to hold you. You’re not sure if their presence is making things move more quickly, let alone being with two alphas, but within the hour the pain sets in. 

You curl into Mingi’s chest as tight pain cuts through you, “Fuck,” you pant against him, “it hurts,” 

“I know,” Mingi soothes you, scooting down the bed until he’s eye to eye with you, “but you’re not alone,” 

A sharper, biting pain rips through you and a flood of heat washes over you. You grip down hard on Yunho’s hand, curling into yourself with a taut moan, “It… it hurts,” 

“Shh,” Yunho kisses your hair, running his hand up and down the expanse of your abdomen, “I know it hurts, jagiya,” 

You whine at the name, desperate to hear him call you anything and everything. Your omega thrums inside you - every touch telling you just how much closer your heat is than you realize. “Please,” You plead, but you don’t know exactly what you’re pleading for, “I can’t breathe,” 

“Yes, you can,” Mingi tries to sooth you, his hand on your cheek, “look at me, y/n, come on omega,” 

Tears well in your eyes, heat flooding through your veins and a pulsating need fluttering through you. If they don’t touch you, you might wither into nothing. Your hips tuck back into Yunho’s and you groan, “I can’t,” 

“She’s burning up,” Yunho murmurs from your side. 

“Let’s take this off then,” Mingi tugs on the sleeves of his hoodie slowly, coaxing your arm through. He can see your rising panic at the idea you won't be wrapped in their scents, but he shakes his head slowly, “easy, love, let your alphas help,” 

As the heavy sweatshirt is pulled away, you drop back on the bedding between them. The thin t-shirt they gave you is all but soaked through with sweat, sticking to your curves. Your head is aching, waves of feverish heat washing over you again and again, and you whimper, your legs twitching as you try to find a somewhat comfortable position. 

“Hey, hey,” Yunho’s thumb settles over the swollen gland in your neck, and he strokes it soft and slow, “just breathe,” 

It settles you, just a bit, and you let your eyes drift shut. With a sigh you reach for Mingi just to feel a bit of his skin on yours, “I’m not even properly in heat yet and I feel like I could crawl out of my skin,” 

“Hot?” Mingi brushes the damp hair back from your forehead. 

“It’s like my skin is tingling,” You murmur, “like a nerve,”

“Okay,” He nods. He shifts off the bed and your eyes flutter open. Mingi soothes you with a gentle hand, before moving towards the dresser, “Yunho, get those clothes off her,” 

Yunho’s eyes lock on yours, “Can I?” 

You nod, your head feeling full and pained. 

Yunho’s hand slips under the edge of your damp shirt, coasting up your stomach as he pushes the fabric up and the drag of his hot hand sends a pulse through your body. You moan, head dropping back into the bedding, and you feel another gush of slick. 

“It’s okay,” Yunho soothes as you he drops your shirt to the side of the bed, “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” 

You huff, a light laugh as you shake your head, “Easy for you to say, you’re not falling apart whenever I touch you,” 

“Yet,” He smiles. 

“Who are you kidding?” Mingi returns to your bedside with a bowl of cool ice water and a damp washcloth. He throws a smile at his friend before ringing out the washcloth over the bowl, “The minute you saw us in the hall you were all alpha protection mode, scenting her and everything,” 

“Shut up,” 

You grin, but Mingi sweeps a cold line up your body with the cloth and you shudder, “Fuck, that’s nice,” 

“Good,” Mingi murmurs, passing another wet washcloth to Yunho. When Mingi presses a firm line up your chest, and sweeping a little too close to your neck your body arches and your nipples harden into painful peaks. 

You blush hard and drop a hand over your face, “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” 

“Why?” Yunho asks gently, wiping your brow with the cool cloth. 

“We work together,” You sigh, “closely together… I probably should have made you take me home or something but,”

“Do knotting dildos even really help?” Mingi asks bluntly. 

“I mean,” You shrug, “they get the job done,”  

“Hmm,” Mingi shakes his head, “not with a heat like this,” 

“Maybe,” You sigh. 

“y/n,” Yunho asks, “have you had a heat partner before? Have you been knotted?” 

“A long time ago,” You nod, “it wasn’t a great experience, but you know, it is what it is.” 

Yunho passes the cloth down your chest and you shudder, but he keeps the conversation going, “Why in the world are you off your suppressants then?” 

Your eyes flick down, and you swallow hard, “I can’t afford them right now,” 

“Wait,” Mingi shakes his head, “what?” 

“The brand I’m on is the only one that works for me,” You explain, “they’re not priced like the generics, and I don’t have coverage yet. I’ve been rationing them out, but,” 

“You should have talked to me about it,” Yunho shakes his head, brows knit together in concern, “we could have done something for you,” 

“Yunho,” You meet his eyes, “I appreciate that, but I’m still kind of new here. I’m just trying to prove I belong here, and I didn’t want a reason to need a special exception.”

He looks like he wants to say something, but settles on nodding, “I can understand that.” 

“I’m,” You tense up as your cramps intensify, “I’m glad to know I can talk to you, I’ll do it in the future, I just couldn’t come to you about this.” 

“Alright,” He nods, his voice shifting to soothe again as your eyes clamp tightly shut. 

“Are they worse?” Mingi asks. 

You can’t answer, not yet, your muscles are locked up in crippling pain and you feel like you’re drowning in a sudden wave of hot air. You gasp as you feel your body produce more slick, your thighs surely sticky now, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of their hands and where they rest on your body. 

“I think,” Your hips jerk as Mingi slides the washcloth just an inch up your side, “oh God, I think,” 

“Okay,” Yunho pets your hair gently, “okay, just breathe,” 

Your fingers tighten in the sheets beneath you and an overwhelming ache between your thighs reminds you just how empty your body is. You press your thighs together, feeling a throb in your core, and you can’t stop the whimper that bubbles from your lips. 

“Let’s get these off too,” Mingi murmurs, his hands settling on your hip and tugging at your underwear to slowly peel them off.  

Things are spinning around you, tense and painful suddenly and no amount of cool washcloths or gentle touches are going to help you now. Your vision feels blurry, and you curl into yourself, tucking your body into Yunho’s chest with a pained hiss. 

“Oh, come here,” Yunho tucks you close, “I’ve got you,”

“Alpha,” You feel like crying suddenly, your stomach tense, “alpha, please,” 

“What, jagiya?” Yunho murmurs against your hair. 

You can’t explain what you need, all you know is that you can’t feel him close enough and you push the edges of his shirt up to try and find more of him, “Please,” you whine as you try to feel more of his skin on yours. 

“Whoa, whoa,” He tries to catch your hands but it just makes you more tense. 

“K-knot me,” Your stomach cramps, your cunt feeling swollen and sensitive, “please,” 

“y/n,” Yunho tries again to pull your hands away but you drive forwards, pressing your cheek against his bare chest where his shirt is ridden all the way up and you sigh into his skin, pressing frantic kisses along his body. 

“Please,” You beg again, “I’ll be so good for you, so good,” 

“I know you will,” He manages, but he can’t deter you, and you feel the moment his body responds to yours. His hands tighten pleasantly on your hips, and you hear the change in his breath. He releases your hands and swallows hard, “Alright, alright,” 

“No,” Mingi interrupts, “not yet,” 

“Why?” You sob. 

“You’re not ready yet,” He soothes, shifting closer behind you and placing a warm kiss on your bare back, “and Yunho and I are not going to hurt you tonight,” 

“I don’t care,” Your hands slide down Yunho’s chest, searching for his waistband. 

“Mingi’s right,” Yunho groans, attempting to disconnect your hands from him. 

“Omega,” Mingi’s voice is firm, and your hands fall away, “be still.” You’re sure you’re shaking like a leaf, and he sighs, “You need a little sleep,” 

“I can’t sleep like this,” You shake your head, “everything hurts so much,” 

“We’ll help with that,” Mingi pulls you away from Yunho’s chest, ignoring your tense whine at being pulled away from him, and slides a hand down your thigh to press your legs open, “we’ll help you sleep,” 

Yunho rests his hand on your inner thigh, bending your knee to open you up for Mingi’s hand, “Let your alphas make you feel good,” 

You’re shaking in their grip, Yunho’s hand feeling like a lead weight, and Mingi settles down low by your side so that you’re almost nose to nose, holding your gaze as his fingers gently sink into your wet folds. 

“P-please,” The sound in your throat is tight, “I need you to fuck me,” 

“Mhm,” Mingi nods, unfazed by your sudden shift in demeanor as your heat finally starts to build, “we will, but not yet,” 

You stifle a groan and turn your head away from him, tears gathering in your eyes as Mingi’s middle finger flattens out over your clit and starts to rock. All it does is stoke heat inside you and your vision blurs, the empty pocket inside you aching like never before. “Alpha,” You sob, “it’s not enough,” 

You expect Mingi to respond, but instead it’s Yunho, cupping your cheek and drawing your face towards his, “Shh,” he shakes his head, a gentle expression on his face, “we have you, sweetheart,” 

Something in his face calms you for a moment, the feeling of his warm gaze filling you and you want nothing more than to know he likes you. Approves of you. Your breath is slight, just a whisper in your throat. 

Seeing your response he slides forwards, pressing his mouth to yours in a warm, tender kiss. His hand slips down and he brushes over your gland again to keep you at ease, “Be patient for us,” he kisses you again, “and you know we’ll knot you nice and full,” 

With a desperate pant you catch his mouth again, moaning against his mouth when Mingi finally, finally sinks a finger deep inside your aching core. 

“You’re still so tight, omega,” Mingi murmurs. He pushes a second finger inside and starts to pump them in and out, and it’s not enough, nowhere near enough, but little blooms of pleasure spark up your spine and you fall back from Yunho into the bedding once more. 

“More,” You widen your legs and cant your hips, “please, Mingi, please,” 

He presses his lips to your forehead, nuzzling you softly until his mouth is close to your ear, “You’re so beautiful, omega. Did you know that?” 

A wash of pleasure crashes through you and his fingers speed up, pushing into you more firmly, his thumb catching against your clit to heighten every thrust. You moan against him, gripping hard on his shirt and jutting your hips into his hand. 

“And so good for us,” Yunho kisses your shoulder, traveling down until lips close around one of your stiff nipples. 

“Ah,” You arch into his mouth, “ah, god,” 

“Close already, omega?” Mingi teases, shaking his head despite the smile across his lips, “Are you that sensitive?” 

“D-don’t tease me,” Hot pleasure sparks up your body and your head twists back, your body tight and stiff. 

“Then come,” Mingi bites down on your earlobe gently and you whine. 

“Do as your told,” Yunho urges you, sucking hard on your nipple and pressing your leg open wider, “our sweet little omega,” 

You come so hard your brain whites out, your ears ringing and your body trembling. After an entire week of build up to your heat, and hours of feeling like your body was being stretched out long like a rubber band, snapping apart in their hands hits you so much harder than you ever could have imagined. 

Your brain reconnects when you feel Yunho’s soft blanket tucked around your naked body, and you’re too exhausted to open your eyes, but you feel them cuddle close before you drop off into sleep drowning in cedar and cinnamon. 

You have no idea what time it is when you wake again, your brain is too foggy and pained to even check the time. All you know is desperate need, all consuming emptiness and aching. When you reach out in front of you, the bed is empty and you stifle a sob. You’re alone, they’ve left you alone. You’re alone and you’re in heat, and you thought they wanted you, but all you can feel is shame. The primal part of your brain tells you that you’re not good enough, that if you had been a better omega for them they would have stayed. You’d be good and knotted by now. 

Curling into the sheets you try to push yourself up, but find the effort even harder than before. You’re soaked in sweat, trembling uncontrollably, and the throbbing pulse of your cunt is so heady that you find yourself seeking any friction at all, squeezing your thighs tight and grinding against the balled up comforter. 

You feel a body roll behind you, shifting closer, and when you hear his groggy, sleepy groan, you almost cry in relief. “A-alpha?” You can’t move too much, too it’s too painful, but you reach back for him. 

“Hey,” Yunho’s voice is a little hoarse, and it takes him a minute to realize what’s going on, but in the early morning faded light he watches the way you’re struggling. “Oh,” he breathes, “it’s really started,” 

You nod desperately, “I need help, alpha, please,” 

“Okay,” His voice drops, and he slides across the bed to slot himself perfectly behind you, “I’m going to take care of you now,” 

“Y-Yunho,” You squeeze yourself further back into him, “I’m so empty,” 

His face is above yours now, studying your expression to try and determine if this is really it, and you don’t know where Mingi is to guide the situation but at the feeling of Yunho’s body behind yours, your will to care is fading away into nothing. He’s not touching you fast enough, and with a whimper, you twist your head in the sheets, bearing your neck and submitting. 

“Oh,” Yunho’s hands tighten on you, “oh,” 

“Please,” You press again, “it hurts, alpha,” 

His cock stiffens behind you, and you almost cry in relief, rolling your hips back against him. “Fuck,” His face drops against your hair, “oh my god,” 

“Inside me,” You beg, reaching back and tugging at his shirt, “now, please,” 

He moves so much more quickly this time, pushing down his sweats and reaching between your thighs to check you, finding you soaked with slick and aching for him. You moan when you feel the press of his cockhead against your entrance, and in one fluid motion he slides home, fully seating himself inside you. 

You’re shaking in his arms, the feeling of being this full making you almost delirious with joy. Yunho doesn’t move though. He has you pulled as close as possible so that your back is flush with his chest, arms wrapped around you and keeping you perfectly still. His forehead rests against the top of your head and you can hear his shaky breath. You need him to move, to fuck you, to fill you with pups and never leave you, but he doesn’t. 

Slowly, his hips draw back just a little before sinking forward again, thrusting inside your tight channel experimentally like he’s trying to get a feel for you. Despite how your body prepared you for this, making you wet and relaxed to be able to accommodate an alpha’s knot, the feeling of his cock stretching you open is almost enough to make you come right then and there. 

He thrusts again, slowly, and you whimper against him. You need more, and fast.

Yunho groans as he holds himself deeply inside you again, caressing your body with his free hand, “You are the best thing I’ve felt in my entire life,” 

Your brain spins, pleasure flooding you and distantly you can hear yourself asking him to knot you. You’re not prepared for what he’ll feel like fucking you in earnest. 

“Is that what my girl needs?” Yunho pants, and hand locking down over your hip to help pull your body back against his hard thrusts. 

“God, please!” Your eyes close, falling apart into the sensations of him inside you. 

He groans against you, “Tell me what you need, omega,” 

The low tenor of his voice is nothing but alpha now, his instincts guiding him just as much as yours. You’re never going to last, not if he’s going to talk to you like this. With a taut moan you beg him, “Fill me up, alpha please, knot me please,” 

His hand slides up your chest, up your neck until you’re shaking with need, and closes his fingers on your jaw until he draws your face up so he can watch your eyes. His hips shift their pace, no longer driving into you with frantic need but instead firm, deep thrusts of his cock. His eyes are blown wide with desire, his mouth falling open as he watches you falling apart on his cock, “You’re all fucking mine,” 

You nod, hot tears gathering in your eyes from the overwhelming sensation and you cry out desperately for more. 

“All mine,” He repeats and surges forwards to lock his lips on yours, “you belong to me,”

“Yes!” You choke, “I’m yours, only yours,” 

“Good girl,” He angles his hips, and on the next thrust you’re spinning fast into the crest of your orgasm. With his face pressed against you, his lips at your ear, his next words snap you open. “I’ll give you perfect pups,” He pants, his knot swelling, “I’ll breed you so full,” 

There’s nothing now but the feeling of him, all encompassing as your orgasm crashes down over you, muscles spasming around his hard length. You’re a babbling mess, but so is he, so close to coming that the first sensation as your eyes reopen is his knot pressing hard at your opening. 

He’s so large already, larger than any partner or knotting dildo you’ve ever used, and you scramble a little in his hold, “Y-Yunho, I can’t,” 

“Shh,” He holds you against him, “you can, I know you can,” 

Pushing your hips down with his broad hands, he angles himself upwards until you feel the pressure of his knot pushing past your entrance and finally slipping inside you fully. It burns, your body aching to accommodate him, but with the way he’s holding you and the throb of his cock inside you, none of that matters. 

He grinds his hips desperately into you, his knot swelling further inside you, and when he comes, releasing hot with a shuddering groan, you finally feel sated. Your body melts into him, pleasantly foggy and at ease, his knot no longer uncomfortable but essential. 

You’re finally, finally full. 

It takes time for Yunho to come back to his senses, his hands still locked on your skin and breathing shaky as he tries to regulate it. You realize now that you have a little clarity that it was his first time. Deep, instinctual need had guided him, but the longer he stays quiet, the longer you wonder if you did well for him. 

After another minute or two you find his hand and lace your fingers together, “Yunho?” 

“Yes?” He murmurs from behind you, his forehead still against your hair. 

“Can you hold me please?” You murmur, squeezing his hand. 

“Come here,” He sighs, shifting slightly to spoon you properly. As he does, the knot locked inside you shifts and you make a startled hum at the sensation. He smooths your hair back and tries to get a good look at you, “Does that hurt?” 

“No,” You shake your head, adjusting so that you’re resting on his bicep, “I just feel full,” 

“Mm,” He kisses your temple, nuzzling your skin with his nose as he breathes in your scent, “you’re perfect,” 

Warmth blooms in your chest, “So are you,” 

“I want you like that again and again,” His hand slips out of yours so that he can coast it over your body, feeling your warm skin under his hands. 

“You can have me like that again and again,” You smile, “I’ll be in heat for days.” 

“Days of this,” He sighs, his hand dipping down over your hip and settling over your stomach. He inches his fingers down, passing over your sensitive nub and feeling the place where your bodies connect, locked together. 

“Does it feel good for you too?” You murmur, a little breathy as his hand slips back over your clit. 

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” He presses closer to you, “it’s incredible,” 

You chuckle, kissing his arm and relaxing further into his touch. You’re about to agree, to say more, to confess that in truth it’s your only experience in heat that so far hasn’t been terrible, but the door to the bedroom opens and Yunho tenses. 

Mingi opens the door slowly, and Yunho pulls you close, his hand closing over your stomach and his other arm wrapping around your shoulders. It’s just Mingi, but Yunho’s brain must still be fogged with the intrinsic need to protect you and in the presence of another alpha, he can’t see that it’s just his friend. 

“Mingi,” You shake your head, feeling how tense Yunho is behind you, “give him a minute,” 

“You’re okay?” He checks, staying rooted to the spot at the door, knowing that Yunho could hurt you if he stops thinking straight and tries to defend you against the imagined threat of another alpha. 

“I’m perfect,” You assure him, “I promise,” 

“Is he?” Mingi looks anxious. 

“He’s fine,” You nod, smoothing your hand across his arm to try and relieve some of his tension, “but we need some more time.” 

Mingi nods, “Come find me when you’re done,”

“We will,” 

Mingi’s eyes flick to Yunho, “Be careful with her,” 

“I got it,” Yunho’s voice sounds strained. 

Mingi nods once, and then disappears, leaving the door open, and you suspect it's so he can hear things a little better should you need him. Yunho’s muscles unlock slowly, his thumb unconsciously rubbing a steady line over your abdomen, and he exhales heavily into your hair.   

After a while, you expect his knot to have gone down, but he’s just as locked inside you as ever. The overwhelming alpha quality though has started to fade, and you rest lazily in his arms as he plays with your fingers and waits it out. 

“Does it normally take this long?” He asks finally. 

“Not usually,” You shake your head, “but it’s your first time knotting someone properly, so it might just take a little bit.” 

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs. 

“Why?” You tug him a little closer to your back, “This is exactly what I need,” 

“Everything felt right?” He pushes himself up onto one elbow so that he can look down at you a little better, propping his head in his hand. 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “Better than right,” 

He smiles, his eyes flicking over you appreciatively. 

“What about for you?” You bring him back to center, rubbing a circle into his palm with the pad of your thumb. 

“It wasn’t what I expected,” He says honestly, and your mouth drops open. “No, no,” He cups your cheek, “I meant that it was just… much more intense than I expected. I said a lot of things to you, and I don’t know, I guess I thought that type of thing was just played up in porn,” 

“Oh,” You grin, delighted a little by the way his ears run red. 

“Yeah,” He smiles, blush creeping into his cheeks now, “I just couldn’t stop myself,” 

“Mm,” You nod, “I get it, completely. This is why I wanted to talk before I was in heat,” 

“Was it too much?” He checks in. 

“No,” You assure him, “It was just what I needed to hear, and it doesn’t mean anything outside of my heat, it’s just instinct.” 

He nods and sighs, dropping back to the bed and cuddling you close again, “Good,” he murmurs, “then don’t worry about how clingy I’m about to get,” 

“You? Clingy?” You giggle against his chest, “I don’t believe it,” 

“I’m a softie,” He shrugs, “I don’t know what to tell you,” 

“But you always seem so serious at the studio,” You murmur, “and I’ve seen you go out with a lot of women,” 

“Ah,” He laughs, “well the studio is work, and I’m responsible for a lot there. And as far as the dates,” he corrects, “I am trying to appease my mother because she desperately wants me to find a wife, which I’m not really focused on right now, but she’s pretty obstinate.” 

“Such a mystery, Jeong Yunho,” You prod him lightly. 

“Not really,” He kisses your hair, sighing into you, “I’m just a guy,” 

You hum and let your eyes drift closed as he holds you. 

He yawns and sighs again, “So, forgive me if I cuddle you to death while you’re here, like I said, softie,” 

“I’m not complaining,” You sink into his touch. 

He groans a little, his knot finally softening but he stops you when you shift your hips, “Go slow, I don’t want to hurt you,” 

“It’s okay,” You assure him, feeling the way his knot fades down into being barely there. His cock starts to soften, and you slowly ease your way forwards while he shifts his hips back, disconnecting you both with a soft wet sound. 

His release floods out of you, leaving you messy and sticky, but Yunho kisses your shoulder and shifts away, “Hold tight, I’ll get a towel,” 

He seems incredibly unembarrassed about the messy state of heat sex, which you’re eternally grateful for, and within a few minutes you’re cleaned up and dressed again in yet another pair of clean underwear and one of the largest shirts of Mingi’s that you’ve ever seen. 

“How are you feeling?” Yunho asks as you finish cleaning your face up in the mirror of Mingi’s bathroom.

“A little sore,” You tell him honestly, “and cramping a little again, but it’s not too bad yet.” 

“You want to come see Mingi then? Get out of this room for a minute?” He brushes his fingers down your back as he watches you in the mirror. 

“Perfect,” 

In the living room, Mingi is waiting. He’s pouring over with nervous energy, his leg bouncing and his fingers fidgeting with his phone, refreshing his social media feed over and over again. The television is on, but he’s clearly not watching, and instead you see him perk up at the first sounds of you emerging from the bedroom. 

“Hey,” He twists around on the couch, looking a little relieved when he sees you completely fine and cleaned up wearing one of his t-shirts. 

“Hey,” You smile, moving towards the couch, “can I sit?” 

“Of course,” He gestures towards the couch, but that’s not exactly what you meant. The sight of him waiting for you, and the palpable taste of his anxiety in the air makes you feel needed, and you push his arms open to settle in his lap. 

“Oh,” He adjusts his legs to give you a better seat and winds his arm around your back, “is everything okay?” 

“Mhm,” You take his hand, rubbing your thumb gently over the gland in his wrist to soothe him, “you can relax, I’m perfectly fine,” 

Yunho takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch, chewing the inside of his cheek as he watches you and Mingi together. With a nudge to his friend’s thigh he gets Mingi’s attention and shakes his head, “I’m sorry I snapped at you,” 

“It’s cool,” Mingi shrugs, “I know the feeling.” 

“Where did you go, anyways?” You ask, leaning into his chest. The familiarity between the three of you should feel strange, before last night you really were only coworkers to each other. You might have even become friends, but now you’ve pushed so far past that you don’t know what you are except to accept that their hands on your skin feels right. 

“I shouldn’t have left, I could feel you were getting restless,” he explains, “I went to make you some broth and get cold water, just putting a few things together, but by the time I got back you were both in it,” 

“Ah,” You blush looking down at your hands, “sorry,” 

“Don’t be sorry,” Mingi’s broad, warm hand rests on your bare thigh and gives you a subtle squeeze, “I’m glad Yunho could help. I just didn’t think it would be smart to interrupt you,” 

“Good thinking,” Yunho adds, running a hand over his face and sighing, “you were right,” 

“I told you,” Mingi nods, “it can be intense,” 

Yunho passes a hand over your shin before pushing himself back up to stand and he stretches long and tall before groaning, “Alright, I’m starving.” 

You clap a hand over your mouth, chuckling into your palm, “Classic,” 

“Can I make you something?” He asks, “Either of you?” 

Mingi shakes his head, “I’m good,” 

“Me too,” You agree, “I should be hungry, but I’m really not,” 

Mingi’s nose crinkles, “You should still eat,” 

“Maybe in a bit,” You try to appease him. 

“In a bit you’ll be jumping our bones again,” Mingi counters. 

“I know,” You sigh, “but really, I’m okay. I feel pretty good,” 

“This is really just because it’s day one right?” Yunho asks, a little less joking than before. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “day one and two are never as bad, and you definitely have more lucidity as long as you’re managing the spikes well. Day three, four, and sometimes five if it lasts that long, are usually a lot harder.” 

“How much is a lot?” Yunho asks, stepping close and running his hand over your hair, “You were already in a lot of pain,” 

“I’ll be less coherent, and the fever can be worse. I probably won’t have down time like this,” You explain, “the pain isn’t necessarily worse, it’s just more consistent,” 

He frowns, “Then you’re eating now,” 

You sigh heavily and shake your head, “Honestly, you don’t need to, I can make myself something in a bit or,” 

Mingi cuts you off and makes a dismissive noise with his tongue against his teeth, “y/n, relax. This is what we meant when we said we’d help you through your heat. It’s more than just orgasms and knots,” 

You swallow back your words, holding his gaze. 

“Alphas are meant to provide,” He reminds you, “so let us,” 

A flutter of warmth bubbles through you, and you can only nod, no use arguing now when your mind is spinning and telling you to accept. Yunho drops a quick kiss on the top of your head, before disappearing into the kitchen. You’ve never had an alpha provide, never once. In your limited experience before going on suppressants, you were used to being knotted incredibly quickly and then left alone, or having a partner that never really knew how to fully satisfy, leaving you to feverishly deal with your needs while they slept. You’ve never experienced a heat where you felt wanted before. 

You ease into Mingi’s chest, resting a head on his shoulder and letting your muscles relax for as long as you can. They make you food, massage your sore hips, and keep you distracted with stories and memories from before your time at the studio. They hold you close, and they ease your pain, they provide.

[marianchurchland]

I'm boiling inside my own flesh after that trailer, so please accept this old, maybe objectively too creepy Cole drawing while I find time for new DA art. I can claim that it has a Haloween vibe, at least...

The reason it's so weird, by the way, is because I drew it using the poem "Wodwo" by Ted Hughes as a prompt. My bff @klovharun gave me the whole poetry book at the height of my DAI obsession because she thought "Gog" had Solas vibes; and it occurs to me right now that this has to be one of the best examples of friendship ever. Not just "I was thinking of you", but one step further, "I was thinking of your all-consuming fixation". She also made a Solas breakup playlist for me, which I still listen to. That is love!

Poems below for anyone who might like them.

Wodwo

What am I? Nosing here, turning leaves over

Following a faint stain on the air to the river's edge

I enter water. Who am I to split

The glassy grain of water looking upward I see the bed

Of the river above me upside down very clear

What am I doing here in mid-air? Why do I find

this frog so interesting as I inspect its most secret

interior and make it my own? Do these weeds

know me and name me to each other have they

seen me before do I fit in their world? I seem

separate from the ground and not rooted but dropped

out of nothing casually I've no threads

fastening me to anything I can go anywhere

I seem to have been given the freedom

of this place what am I then? And picking

bits of bark off this rotten stump gives me

no pleasure and it's no use so why do I do it

me and doing that have coincided very queerly

But what shall I be called am I the first

have I an owner what shape am I what

shape am I am I huge if I go

to the end on this way past these trees and past these trees

till I get tired that's touching one wall of me

for the moment if I sit still how everything

stops to watch me I suppose I am the exact centre

but there's all this what is it roots

roots roots roots and here's the water

again very queer but I'll go on looking

Gog I

I woke to a shout: 'I am Alpha and Omega!'

Rocks and a few trees trembled

Deep in their own country.

I ran and an absence bounded beside me.

The dog's god is a scrap dropped from the table,

The mouse's savior is a ripe wheat grain—

Hearing the Messiah cry

My mouth widens in adoration.

How fat are the lichens!

They cushion themselves on the silence.

The air wants for nothing.

The dust, too, is replete.

What was my error? My skull has sealed it out.

My great bones are massed in me.

They beat on the earth, my song excites them.

I do not look at the rocks and stones, I am frightened of what they see.

I listen to the song jarring my mouth

Where the skull-rooted teeth are in possession.

I am massive on earth. My feetbones beat on the earth

Over the sound of motherly weeping....

Afterwards, I drink at a pool quietly,

The horizons bear the rocks and trees away into twilight.

I lie down, I become darkness—

Darkness that all night sings and circles stamping.

-Ted Hughes

[ozziethegreat]

somebody on tiktok was complaining about fans headcanoning their favorite characters to self harm so I drew this out of spite!!! HELP

I need Color to kiss Killer’s scars and hold him close and call him pretty

anyway

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Color belongs to superyoumna

headcanons below!!! CRIES AND SCURRIES AWAY (Tw self harm talk)

Somebody on my discord server once posted some art and said they headcanoned killer to test the sharpness of his knives with his bones and I STARED AT THE SCREEN LIKE WHATT 🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁

The way they aren’t even wrong!! I personally think Killer would usually use his victims instead cause yk he’s a little bitch, but I guess if it’s convenient 😭😭

But anyway in general, obviously Killer is very desensitized to self harm and death and pain and whatever, and since he was always brought back with the resets good as new, I don’t think he ever cared for getting hurt and sometimes he’d do it just out of curiosity or boredom. Since he doesn’t really feel much and he’s gone through MUCH worse, he does NOT care and he doesn’t see it as an issue.

And then Color had to teach him why it’s bad and he just stared at him like “huh”

Anyway!!!!

With Color, I think with all that time in the void, with absolutely no stimulation or socialization with anybody but Gaster, he went just a little crazy!

I think he had grown a habit of picking the cracks of his skull, as well as the cracks on his body until it bled (totally not projecting). Gaster tried to get him to stop but it became an involuntary habit of his and he still sometimes finds himself fidgeting.

Another thing, I think after just moving to the Omega Timeline, he sometimes took really hot showers, touched burning objects, or just random small things that would inflict pain on his body. Being in the void, he kinda forgot what those small things felt like, and even if it’s not a preferred feeling, he missed having that stimulation. Yeah guys I’m very good at putting my thoughts into words!!!!!!! HELP ME

okay that’s all 😓😓😓

[gayjedicoded]

Collection of Bad Batch Headcannons that I operate under

-Crosshair did Hunter’s tattoo. Tech drew the design to be an accurate skull, and put together the space tattoo gun, but Crosshair had the steadiest hands, and wouldn’t make a mistake

-Crosshair’s tattoo was a scar at first, the big slash over his eye. He did the rest himself.

-All of them have (more) tattoos, (mostly done by Crosshair and Tech) except for Echo: he doesn’t like other people touching him, let alone making permanent changes to his body

-In the same vein, Echo hates getting medical attention. He hardly lets anyone put on a bandage for him.

-After Echo joined the Batch, Tech disappeared for 24 hours and then emerged with a prototype of Echo’s snap-in helmet

-Tech and Crosshair are twins and the youngest of the brothers

-Most of their numbered plans were made up late at night on Kamino, when they couldn’t sleep after training. It was an unspoken game to use all of them except one

-They didn’t plan on having exactly 99 contingencies, but after they added that one to the list, it killed the motivation for coming up with any more

-I think it was Tech who proposed plan 99 be added. It’s objectively something they needed to consider and prep for

-Hunter gets overstimulated easily, and has never been in a dark quiet room even though that would fix him

-Crosshair light sensitivity and farsightedness

-Tech has an array of meaningless certifications and irrelevant knowledge left from past interests. They’ve stopped teasing him for being really into historical fibers and the like after he managed to rig an explosive from some old curtains

-Crosshair named the Marauder

-Wrecker’s scar is from their first real mission, which was almost entirely a failure. He wears it like a badge of honor, because it means nobody died

-Omega knows who Boba is, but not the other way around

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Fanartist Appreciation Post

I am super honoured that these amazing fanartists have created art of some of my fics - I wanted to feature them all in one place, as well as the links to their art you will find on my fics!

Rope Burns / Adrenaline Crash The Batch rescue Omega after she is captured by bounty hunters. Seeing that she is injured, Hunter loses control and vows to hunt down her captors.

I love this piece of art by @collophora, the first time anyone ever drew art of my fic! Adrenaline Crash is one of my favourite Bad Batch fanfics I've written, and it was just so amazing to be surprised with this awesome piece of art immortalising Feral Hunter

The amazing @carhorno showed up in the comments of my fic and got to brainstorming an idea for a follow up, which I am very excited to be working on. She promised me art of our new, heart-breaking idea and here it is - a gut-wrenching piece of Omega and Hunter, ready to inspire my writing, as well as the awesome concept we developed for new fic Adrenaline Crash: Savage >:)

Water Gun Fight The children of Pabu have a water gun fight

@the-little-moment and I go back to our shared Angstpril writing challenge under the name Little Kyber Thoughts (and she also designed the fabulous skull divider I use! ^_^ <3) But it was this light-hearted fic which inspired her to create this brilliant, tropical piece of art; I love the vibrancy of the colours, and Crosshair just waiting to terrorise everyone with a water pistol :P

"Need a hand?" Crosshair struggles to manage a task one-handed. Wrecker is there to support him.

When this prompt came up for Summer of Bad Batch, @fanfoolishness and I both wrote about Crosshair coming to terms with his missing hand, and both of us chose Wrecker as the brother to comfort him. I was so honoured when she also illustrated this scene from my fic, perfectly capturing Crosshair's breakdown and just needing to be held by his brother - it's just how I visualised it, and I love it! :')

Batch-mega Fullmetal Alchemist x The Bad Batch crossover fanart

I adore @paperback-rascal's TCWxFMA crossover series, but being unsure of the protocol about approaching an admired fanartist and saying 'I had this idea...', I drew it myself. I was so excited when they came back with a whole extra page of comic, and a snippet of narrative to go with! I'm sad that the preview shows my sketchy doodles instead of their amazing comic of Hunter waking from his nightmare, so definitely follow the link to admire their art!

Fairground Date Hunter needs to take his mind off things, and taking Omega and Lyana to the funfair seems like the perfect day out. That is, until Crosshair makes an unexpected appearance.

When I wrote Hunter and Crosshair going through the pink-lit Tunnel of Love, who knew that @indigofyrebird had the character toys lying around, and the perfect neon light to recreate the scene! I would never have imagined that toy photography would capture this tender scene so well, but I love everything about this picture! <3

R U Mine? (Laundry Day) A collection of short stories about Crosshair and Hunter's developing relationship.

Hunter forgetting to do his laundry until he's run out of clean clothes and ending up raiding Wrecker's wardrobe was the first thing I wrote for this 10,000 word short story. The amazing @indigofyrebird has been at it again, this time with an awesome hand-drawn illustration that perfectly captures Hunter's sulky scowl as Crosshair calls him out on neglecting his chores!

[lix88888]

Date

Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like these, people like the Stars were sprawled under a tree, in the middle of clearing surrounded by other trees, enjoying a picnic together.

Blue, the best (only one) of the throuple who could cook, had been the one to prepare the basket full of goodies they were eating, while Ink, due to his knowledge of the Multiverse, had been tasked to find the place with the most calming and gorgeous view. Dream hadn't been able to do anything this time, but his partners insisted that he relax and take a break from everything.

And so, here they were.

Ink, lounging on his non-existent stomach and legs kicking in the air, as he drew the scene before him: Blue sitting cross-legged as he petted Dream's skull, which was laid in his lap, as he fed him some finger sandwiches (Ink had asked for a more classical pose, with grapes and togas, but he had been vetoed).

Everything was perfect.

Except for how Dream furrowed his brow and then sighed, hard, as he perceived a familiar aura.

"Guys? Please don't look. Nightmare is spying on us." "What?!" "Where?!"

Predictably, Ink stopped drawing and started moving his skull left and right, to try and catch a glimpse of Dream's brother.

Ignoring their more scatterbrained partner, Blue and Dream started quietly arguing. "Again?!" Blue hissed "This is the fourth time he has come to "supervise" our dates! I'm tired of always being in the Omega Timeline or at home! He cannot treat you like a child, Dream!" "Look who's talking!" Dream shot back, irritated and embarrassed "Was it or wasn't your brother the one who forbid you from bringing us over to your house, and who forced us to move in together?!" "That's different! At least Papy never spied on our private time!"

"Hey Blue, Stretch is here too!"

Blue and Dream's skulls snapped in unison to the direction Ink was pointing to as they quickly got up, finding a rather tall skeleton hiding in shame behind some trees.

"PAPYRUS, REALLY?!" "STRETCH HI!" Ink yelled, nonplussed "DID YOU AND NIGHTMARE COME HERE TOGETHER OR DID YOU FOLLOW US INDEPENDENTLY?!" Another tree, a few meters away from Stretch's hiding place, rustled in surprise, and a black blur fell from its crown. "[Funk], that hurt!"

At the censorship, Ink narrowed his eyes and, after a couple of seconds, swiflty unsheated Broomie to shoot some purple paint at a third spot. Letting out a small yelp, a chained up Fresh fell down. "Yo brah, unrad!"

The Stars Sanses looked at each other, nodded and each went to deal with their annoyance.

"Papyrus Serif Font!" Blue yelled as he came closer and grabbed Stretch's hoodie, pulling him down to his height "Now we're going home, and you're going to explain to me in EXCRUCIATING detail why and how you thought that spying on your OLDER brother while he's spending time with his PARTNERS was in any way APPROPRIATE OR RESPECTFUL!" "Come on bro-" "DON'T YOU "BRO" ME! Set the coordinates of your watch back home, NOW!" Properly chastized, Stretch looked down and imput the correct data into the portable teleporter on his wrist, sending both him and his brother away.

Dream came closer and closer to Nightmare, who had just managed to get back on his feet. Dream waited patiently for his twin to compose himself again, hands neatly folded in front of himself, and a deceptively calm expression on his face. Nightmare, however, could feel his simmering rage. "I'm very disappointed in you, brother." Nightmare deflated. "I thought you trusted me and respected my decisions and maturity." Nightmare's shoulders drooped. "Clearly, I was wrong." Nightmare's appendages were dragging onto the ground. "Will you open a portal to your castle please? I think we rather need another talk." Wordlessly, Nightmare opened a portal and the twins crossed it.

Ink stared Fresh down. The parasite looked up at the angry Protector, his glasses spelling UH-OH. His smile remained, though there was an edge of nervousness. "Fresh. Why are you here?" "Will ya believe me if I tell ya I waz just passin' by?" Ink raised a brow. "Fresh." The glasses now read FI-NE "I waz... concerned." he said, his tone imitating shame quite convincingly. The fact that he was doing it at all was kinda sweet "Ya be spendin' all dat time wid yo new boyfriendz, ya might all up and forget bout me. I don' want ya to stop be mah friend and stop protectin' me..." It was selfish of Fresh, but that was who he was, so Ink didn't put it against him. "I won't forget you. Just don't do it anymore, okay? Then I'd get mad for real." Ink snapped his finger and the purple chains disappeared. Fresh's grin became a bit less strained and his glasses spelled PH-EW. He got up and put his hands in his pockets. "I promise, brah. Ya know I don' lie to ya. Cya!" He disappeared in a fresh poof, and Ink sighed.

Oh well, time to plan the next date!

@starsanspolyweek

[neon-junkie]

I PRESENT TO YOU: MY BAD BATCH HC'S

-Hunter has to sleep with noise-canceling headphones to not wake up with a headache

-Whenever Omega has a bad nightmare, she'll usually crawl into Hunter's bunk and fall back asleep

-Has happened so often that it becomes a routine and Hunter barely wakes up each time she crawls in

-Crosshair loves to read and can be found reading late at night or in any free time they have

-Whenever the batch is out in a city, Wrecker has made it a habit to put Omega on his shoulders so they can keep track of her, and also he knows what it's like to be amazed by new surroundings so he wants to give her the best view to look at everything

-Hunter and Tech would teach Omega different alien languages. Cross would abuse that power and teach her all of the curses in each language. Always has a shit-eating grin whenever Omega says it to anyone rude to them while Tech and Hunter's faces pale

-Wrecker would introduce a bunch of movies to Omega and they both make it known when movie nights are happening and that the whole squad better be in there otherwise Wrecker will be yeeting their asses in there.

-Echo would be the first one to discover Omega's love to draw and will always get her art supplies whenever the batch makes a run for supplies. Echo and Wrecker let her paint on their helmets as do the rest of the batch. Crosshair always surprisingly seems to have protective vanish around whenever Omega paints onto his armor.

-Since having the chip removed, Crosshair becomes more on edge and increasingly protective over his brothers and Omega. Having lost his vision from the engine, he becomes more alert and can sometimes sense things before even Hunter can.

- As another result of the chip, Crosshair has found it harder to get close or open up to his brothers, having intense waves of guilt for what he has done. However, his brothers are quick to make him realize that he is still their brother no matter what happens. It does take Omega's help to get the batch back together like old times though. It ended up with Hunter being the last one to fully 'forgive' Crosshair but it is mostly him trying to forgive himself for leaving his brother behind.

-Crosshair will go on long walks with Omega whenever they have free time to explore new planets, sometimes they'll go just to talk or to find Wrecker cause he managed to get lost 

-Crosshair and Wrecker come up with the idea, and when the rest of the batch hear it for the first time they join in, having Omega's artwork tattooed onto their bodies. Each one is a symbol that is close to them. 

-Echo would get a blue neon arrow tattooed onto him, right where he has Rex's handprint tattooed, that is the same arrows from the weapon he helped teach Omega how to use.

- Hunter would get the moon dragon Omega was able to track down for the first time tattooed onto his arm and it would wrap around his forearm up to his bicep. 

- Tech would get Omega's first-ever sketch tattooed onto his bicep, it would be a band with 99's three codes written in Mando, the outside of each band lined the dates of each mission they go on. 

- Wrecker would get all of Omega's doodles tattooed onto him,  his favorite being Lula’s face that is combined with the skull of the batch's symbol with herbs surrounding it were lined along their favorite shop to go get Mantell Mix. 

- Finally Crosshair, would get one of Omega's proudest pieces she created, it being the batch's symbol and it being surrounded by the neon lights from Cid's bar to moon phases and stormy clouds on Kamino, where she drew all the images she saw in the clouds when she got bored and let her imagination run wild. 

I hope you find them as fun as I did when I was writing them teheh, up next is my Bad Batch Western AU if you are interested!! I hope you have a wonderful day babes!! 💕💖💕💖💕

girl you are always killin' it with this content!! wonferful headcanons, i love all of them!! thank u for blessing my inbox with these <3

[letsquestjess]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @anxiouspineapple99 for the tag! 🤗💜

A sneak peek of Books and Roses Part 2, which I hope to post either tomorrow or Friday:

“They want to meet me?” you asked, intrigued. “Why?” “Because they got curious about me spending so much time at the library, and Omega told them about you. Wrecker convinced the others to sneak up a few days ago.”  “And they saw us sat outside?” “Yeah.”  An amused chuckle escaped your lips, and you quickly smothered it with the back of your hand.  “I will make sure they apologise to you,” he promised. “They shouldn’t have been spying and-” “Hunter.” “No, they should apologise. I-” “Hunter,” you said, lighter, shuffling closer in a moment of confidence and silencing his concerns. “They don’t need to. No harm done. They were probably just worried about you.”  His face still held the irritated notion that his brothers had spied on you both in those tentative, vulnerable moments, but as you delicately traced his skull tattoo, every annoyed crease vanished.  “We’ve been dancing around this, haven’t we?” he said, encouraging you closer.  “Perhaps a bit,” you shrugged. “But that’s part of the fun, right?”  A brief hum tickled his throat as he nuzzled your nose and cradled your head. The scent of caf lingered on him, and lifting your chin, he whispered his lips over yours before he redoubled his efforts and deepened the kiss.  He drew back to admire every inch of you and the sprinkle of stubble on his cheeks gently grazed your face before he dived in again, hungry and impatient. He slowed for a second to tease you, to have you whimpering for more before he wrapped his arm around your waist to bring you flush against him. 

I'm also working on an original story called Legends of Myriad so I'll add a little peek at the beginning Chapter 16 too:

Lilith stirred to a faint rustling. Shoes scuffed the ground and a feather-light hand swept her brow.  “It is all right,” Bartholomew soothed, checking the mage for any broken bones or lasting injuries. “Do not move yourself too soon. Stay still.”  Wriggling, she inhaled deep, the bitter air slashing like shards of glass in her lungs. She spluttered out a barked cough and flopped over to get herself up. Bartholomew’s steady hands supported her back, bolstering her as she lolled forwards and groaned in exhaustion.  “What part of stay still do you not understand?” “Pretty much all of it. Never been one for following instruction,” she muttered. “Where are we?” “In the Azurite Grimoire.”  “That angry book?” Lilith muttered a string of expletives and rubbed the sore ache from her forehead. As she reached for her fallen circlet blades, Bartholomew snatched her wrists. With a fierce glint, she spun round to give him a scowl, and he subtly tilted his head upwards. She followed his line of sight to a clump of shadows, the dark smoke surrounding them crackling and hissing as it separated their humanoid shapes. The two sullen pits in their faces smouldered as though they housed hot coals. “What are they?”  “Soul reapers,” Bartholomew whispered. “Move slowly.” Lilith inched her blades along the grit, gripping the central handles tight. “And let me guess, they reap souls.” “Precisely.”  “One day, I’ll meet a creature whose scary name is ironic.” “I would offer to introduce you to some, but first, we must survive,” Bartholomew spoke in a hushed murmur. “And the likelihood of that is rather slim.” He kept a secure grasp on her arm and pulled her up, his gaze following the fluttering accumulation of smoke, shadows rippling and warping like a broken holo-video. 

[skyvaikers]

padawan found [ bad batch ]

SUMMARY — the bad batch take in an injured jedi padawan

WARNINGS — gn!jedi!reader, order 66 mentions, angst

REQUESTED BY — anon

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EVERYTHING YOU’D KNOWN HAD GONE TO RUIN. your life, your master, and your precious jedi temple. the last thing you wanted to do was run, but you knew you had to. to save yourself.

you sought refuge — if that’s what you’d call it — on bracca. even though the planet displayed the bones of jedi cruisers, it provided at least some cover from the empire. that thinking was ironic, considering the empire was all over the planet, scavenging for parts and in the back of their minds, jedi.

fortunately for you, they hadn’t found you. you made a cruiser bridge your home. dangerous as that was, there wasn’t much else to do or go.

unfortunately for you, while you were finding the place, you fell and tore up your leg pretty badly. you tried to wrap it up, but you knew you’d need some form of stitching to officially heal your wound. because of that, you had a growing infection in your leg.

you were slumped against the control panel, trying not to let the fever overtake you. you exhaled slowly, attempting to control your breathing. you looked down at your lightsaber, which laid loosely in your hand. what used to be a symbol of peace was now a symbol of treason.

“commander?”

“you’re in violation of order 66,”

“MASTER!”

“RUN!”

it didn’t make sense to you. none of it did. those words forever haunted your mind, and those were the words that blared in your ears whenever you looked at your lightsaber, which to you, was now a symbol of failure.

a creak interrupted your thoughts. it was a lovely distraction from the throbbing pain in your leg. you slowly stood, bracing on the control panel. as you stood there, your breathing being the only thing you could hear, you started to hear voices. sure, voices carried once you were in a cruiser, but that’s the thing, once you were inside.

you grasped your lightsaber tightly in your hands. you told yourself you were ready for whatever threat has come to try and take you from the galaxy.

they came closer by the second. you didn’t want to ignite your saber, not wanting to fight anymore, but you didn’t want to die. as the voices drew nearer, you recognized them. they were clones. fear seeped into your chest as you ignited your lightsaber. you hated how the clones that were once your friends were now hunting you, and every time you ignited your saber against one you died a little inside.

“there’s someone in here!” a girl. she sounded young, but you didn’t recognize the voice. she was blonde and wearing a bright smile; what was she so happy about?

the others followed, and as the clones showed their faces, you raised your weapon.

“woah woah woah, kid, easy now,” you didn’t know which one spoke, but you assumed the one with his hands out. you watched as he carefully removed his helmet, revealing his face. adorned with a skull tattoo and a bandana, it somehow made you feel safer, but you still kept your lightsaber raised.

“we’re not gonna hurt you,” skull-tattoo spoke again. his voice was soft, like the clones she used to work alongside.

“i don’t believe you,” you whispered. you were terrified. why hadn’t they killed you yet? maybe you were going to be the empire’s next prisoner.

“i know, but we’re not like the others. we’ve had our chips removed,” skull-face spoke again. he seemed to be the leader, given how the rest of the men took off their helmets and followed his lead.

you clung onto the word ‘chips.’ you hadn’t heard of them, but based off of a rumor, it’s what made the clones turn against the jedi. three simple words rewrote everything the clones believed in.

hunter could see the gears turning in your head. maker he felt bad for you. he didn’t think there were any jedi left, but he was proven wrong. he wished he had the words to say to you, but he knew no matter what he said you were never going to trust him.

“my name is hunter, this is tech, echo, wrecker, omega, and rex.” hunter introduced, gesturing to the other members of the group. the one named rex looked normal, given his armor, but the way his face was twisted into a frown made her feel safe for some reason; rex knew things.

“y/n,” you nodded slowly. you deactivated your lightsaber, but didn’t clip it back to your belt.

“your leg,” the one with the goggles — tech — pointed out, “it’s bleeding,” his observation brought you back to reality, which was that you had a fever from how badly your cut was infected. you wobbled, your vision blurred as the adrenaline started to wear off but you stood your ground.

“sit down, kid, you need help,” rex spoke this time. you analyzed him as you sat down, not being able to hold yourself up for much longer.

“you were up the chain of command,” you observed as tech got to work on your leg.

“i was captain of the 501st,” he knelt down beside you.

“anakin skywalker’s battalion. you guys were legends,” you hissed as tech applied disinfectant on your cut.

“i guess you could say that,” rex shrugged. you could tell he was tired. you believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt you. you flicked your eyes to the others as they knelt around you, their eyes filled with exhaustion and even a hint of fear; they were on your side.

“i didn’t mean to threaten you,” you mumbled as tech wrapped up your leg.

“don’t apologize. if i was in your position i’d do the same thing, maybe more,” hunter sighed, “i’m sorry about…well, all of this,” he chuckled dryly.

“not your fault. the clones were pawns,” you grunted as the one called echo helped you up, “and unfortunately still being used as such,”

silence fell over the group as echo helped you out of the cruiser. you didn’t believe you’d be leaving that hell-hole, but it was definitely time for hope.

“thank you,” you called to the group.

“ah, don’t mention it! we love helping people,” wrecker laughed. you liked him. he’d lift your spirits.

“you don’t mind tagging along, do you?” hunter asked as he glanced back at you.

“i don’t mind at all,”

“it’d be nice to work alongside a jedi again,” echo spoke softly. you didn’t press his choice of words, you could sense he’d been through a lot like the others, but it seemed a little more sensitive. so, you smiled and nodded at him.

“like the good ol’ days,” you chuckled, even earning one from echo. like the good ol’ days.

———

still not over order 66 SO here’s some hope in the midst of it! i hope this met what you had in mind anon! i’m not sure if i met the exact request but i did some platonic stuff with our fav boys + rex 🥰 anyways enjoy! and pls pls stay safe and healthy out there lovelies! as a reminder, requests are open!

[yukipri]

YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - OC kid doodles #2

featuring the second son, the Yurio x Yuuri kid, Shura <3

(younger fraternal twin, born when Yuuri is 30 and Yurio is 21)

The other near-identical twin, he is almost always glued to Yasha’s side. It’s partly out of competitiveness, but mostly because they both just want to do everything together. Despite their similar appearances, he’s the polar opposite of his brother in many ways. He chooses not to appear friendly to outsiders, but is also completely incapable of hiding his emotions and is very much an open book. He’s openly hostile and fiercely jealous of anyone who tries to take away his siblings’ attention, but is extremely affectionate to those he loves.

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More info on the kid and the AU HERE.

(NOTE: the AU itself is Yuuri-centric multishipping poly. Heed all tags and warnings)

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This INTRO POST covers some of the basics of how ABO works in this AU.

For links to the other comics in this AU, check out the “Future!verse ABO” section of my YOI Art Masterpost HERE!

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION. More detailed rules available on my Rules & FAQ Post.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Resistant Omega: Part 4

Pairings: Omega!Mickey Milkovich x Male Alpha!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Word Count: 3,506

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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“Do you think this run is a good idea?” Mickey asked, hesitantly as the two of you got ready for bed. “I mean, I’m all for making fucking money. But even I have to admit there are a lotta fucking holes in this plan of yours.”

“I know.” You confessed as you threw clothes into the hamper to bring downstairs. “Which is why you’re not going, and why I’m driving the front car.”

“Ha! You’re funny.”

“Am I?” You turned around and looked at him with your eyebrow raised as you grabbed a plastic grocery bag from the holder you kept beside your TV. “What, you thought I was going to let my fucking Omega go on a fucking run with that many fucking holes in it? And beside the fucking class thing, did you really fucking think I’d let someone that just punched me in the fucking face for being a fag go on a run before they prove their worth to the boss?” You dumped his ashtray in the bag, threw out an empty cigarette pack and a few empty beer bottles, and waited for his answer with a smile.

“Fucking seriously? Are you gunna hold that shit against me…”

“Oh I absolutely fucking am.” You chuckled as you kneeled down on the bed and gave him a harsh kiss. “You broke my fucking nose and yet you’re still in my fucking bed.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, baby boy. And I don’t hold it against you, and I won’t hold it against you either. But my job as your Alpha is to fucking protect you and taking you on a run where there are half a million holes is not protecting you.”

“OK, well I’m gunna be the defiant son of a bitch that sneaks into your car then.”

“You think so?” You tossed the tied off trash bag by the door and crawled on the bed beside him with a sarcastic smirk. “You think I’m gunna let you be fucking defiant?” You reached out quickly and grabbed him around the middle as he turned away to pout. “Oh my poor baby!”

“Fuck you.” He groaned as you pulled him back into your chest. “I’m going with you.”

“Hmmm…. What’s in it for me if you go?” Seeing a chink in your armor, he quickly turned and propped himself up on his fist.

“I’ll blow you.”

“Oh, tempting offer.” You said with a smile as you laid your head down flat and drew a small circle on the small of his back. “But my counter question is is that something you’re ready for? Because you’re jumping milestones kinda quickly and while I’m proud… OK, we’re doing this now then.” You rolled over on to your back and helped him push your boxers down as he kissed the center of your chest and started to work his way down.

“I’m gunna be bad.”

“And I’ll teach you how to get better. Just go with your instinct and we’ll… fuck me.” You groaned and gently held on to the back of his head as he ran his tongue across the tip of your cock and gently cupped your balls in his palm. “Yep… yep, just like that. Take it slow… there’s no rush… Jesus Christ that fucking mouth…” You grunted and closed your eyes as he worked your length with an imperfect perfection that you couldn’t teach if you wanted to. You could only give little tips here and there, and you purposely kept your hand around your knot and the bottom third of your length so he wouldn’t get too eager too fast. “Fuck, Mickey… don’t stop. Fuck there’s no way you haven’t done this before.” You looked down to watch him swallow your length and you almost melted when you met his blue eyes.

“You’re gunna fucking ruin me for anyone else, baby… don’t fuckin’ stop…” He moaned and pulled your hand away to take you deeper as he gave your balls a gentle squeeze and brushed his middle finger across your ass which threw you over the edge instantly. You swore and tried to pull back but Mickey managed to open his throat and take you even further. You came with a guttural growl and gripped his wrist tight but he shifted his hand to lace his fingers with yours. He gagged on the foreign taste of your cum and you quickly pulled him off of you and up toward your chest. You used your hand to finish the last of your release as you grabbed a half empty beer off your table for him.

“Spit or swallow, it’s OK…”

“Don’t fucking coddle.” He huffed as he took the beer to rinse down your cum. You huffed and shook your head as you fought to catch your breath.

“Holy fuck.”

“My fucking jaw hurts.”

“You get used to it.” You chuckled as you looked over at him. “Who the fuck were you blowing before me?”

“Fuck you.” You smiled and forced yourself to sit up to smoke a cigarette before you fucked your amazingly handsome Omega.

“You know you were going on the run whether you blew me or not.”

“Yea, that’s just because you want to use me for my mouth while you drive.”

“You caught on.” You handed him a cigarette and traded him for the beer as he punched you in the shoulder.

“You’re a fucking dick, do you know that?” You smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“You love it. You better smoke quick, baby boy. Because I’m already ready for that ass.”

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“Alright, sound off.” You said as you walked into the warehouse you didn’t officially own but that you kept all your run vehicles in.

“Car 1, good.”

“2, good.

“Back car, good.”

“Tow one, good.” 

You nodded your head slowly with every single call out as you stopped in front of ‘car 1’, the lead car, and pulled your gloves on. Your sunglasses went on next and you glanced over at Mickey out of the corner of your eye. You weren’t entirely happy about him coming with, but it was what it was.

“V 4, ready.”

“Alright, load ‘em up.” You pushed Mickey’s shoulder and pointed to the lead car you would be driving. Jax looked over at you, questioningly, as you moved your seat up and pointed Mickey into the back.

“Fuck is this?” You choose to ignore him as you pushed your seat back into place and got in the car, but Jax didn’t let it go. “Bro, what the fuck is the fucking Milkovich…”

“What the fucking fuck have I told you about asking fucking questions?” You barked as you looked over at him.  “What does it fucking matter if he’s going on the fucking run or not? What the fuck does it matter if I gave him a fucking job or not? It fucking doesn’t. What fucking matters is that we have a Goddamn job to do and the only fucking place that your head should be is on the fucking job. Not on who the fuck is in the fucking back seat of my fucking car. And I swear to fuck, you ask one more mother-fucking stupid ass question, and I will put a fucking bullet in your fucking skull.” You turned your car over and threw it in first as Jax looked between you and Mickey, incredulously. 

“That’s why I’m in the car.” Mickey said with a smirk as he sat back in his seat. “I don’t ask fucking questions.”

“Shut the fuck up!” You barked as you pulled on to the main road and headed out of town. “Fucking Christ you assholes talk to much.” You knew Jax was pissed that he didn’t know what was going on, but you had unofficially given your word not to say anything. You sighed loudly and pulled your cigarettes out of your pocket as you went back to running through every detail of the day to prepare for any and all possible hiccups. You were so focused on your plans that you weren’t thinking when you lit your smoke and habitually passed it back to Mickey.

“Holy shit.” Jax gasped as his eyes widened and whipped between the two of you again. “He’s your fucking closeted Omega, isn’t he?”

“What the fuck did I just say?” You roared as you pulled your gun out of your pocket and put it against his temple. “Get the fuck outta my car!”

“No, I’m done.” He said as he held his hands up in surrender. “I’m fucking done, I swear!”

“Hey.” Mickey said softly as he scooted forward and gently grabbed the gun. “It’s over now. Let’s go over the fucking plan just one more time. Refresh my fucking memory because I’m a fucking dumbass.” You let him take the gun from you and he traded it with the cigarette you had given him as he glared at Jax. He nodded his head at your Omega as you exhaled forcefully and passed him back the cigarette.

“Alright, shit’s going down like this…”

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The single crack of a shotgun made you realize that this entire run was going to shit a lot sooner than you originally expected.

“No, bail out. Bail out!” You yelled as you pulled on Jax’s jeans but he continued to clip his harness to the line all the same.

“I got it!” He yelled as he climbed out of the sunroof.

“Mickey, don’t you fucking do it.” You barked as you tried to keep your car straight with the truck when it swayed due to the driver trying to get Jax out of his truck over driving his car. “Mickey, don’t!” 

“I got it.” He said as he climbed into the passenger seat and grabbed the metal cable that connected your car to the truck via a whaling harpoon. 

“Mick… Goddamn it!” You tried to grab his jeans to keep him in the car when the truck driver rammed the back of your car. “Fuck!” You tried to straighten out your path but you were too far over, and with one more tap to your bumper, your car careened into the grass. You tensed and swore as the car launched into the air and rolled a few times before coming to a stop on the driver side door.

“… we have to go back!”

“We can’t…” You groaned and reached up to hit the button of the walkie that you had strapped to your bulletproof vest.

“I’m fine.” You groaned as you unbuckled your seatbelt. “Keep fucking going. Tow 1, you’re up.” You let go of the button and huffed in pain before looking for a way out. You grabbed your cigarettes off the ground where the drivers side window should have been and crawled out of the sunroof as a tow truck from your crew pulled up behind your car.

“That looked like fun.” Daryl said as you stumbled on a most likely broken ankle.

“That fucker isn’t dead, I’m gunna fucking kill him myself.” You growled as you grabbed your boy’s arm and hobbled over to the passenger seat. “Guys, you make it in one piece?”

“Yea, pullin off the fifty-five now.” You nodded and reached up to see if Mickey was OK when he responded for you.

“Pretty sure I cracked a fuckin’ rib jumpin onto the fucking grill… that’ll be fuckin’ repaid.”

“Nope, that’s mine.” You grumbled as Daryl moved the tow truck to pick up your car before a police officer could show up and make some inquiries. “Whoever’s in v one, come get me.”

“Already here.” Mike said as he pulled up and stopped in front of the tow truck.

“Get over here. My fucking ankle’s broken.” You lit a cigarette and jumped down from the passenger seat as the radio continued to chatter with the vehicles coordinating to empty the score. Mike glanced over at you and held you up as you jumped like a pathetic deer over to the van. “I’m gunna fucking kill this prick.”

“Least you got some fuckin free Oxy to look forward to.”

“Just drive the fucking van.” You smoked slow, and impatiently tapped your good foot until your ride pulled down a deserted road that had no farms or houses on it. “What do we got?” You yelled out the window as you looked at the shrink wrapped towers.

“It’s a fucking cluster fuck.” Jax said as he flipped through the clipboard on his way over to you. “I can’t tell my fucking ass from my elbow…”

“Alright, let me see.” You huffed as you turned in your spot and held out your hand. You looked at the list, that gave delivery numbers and not prescription names, and growled. “Someone get that driver over here and bring me a fucking gun.” You continued to flip through the list and lit another cigarette as Mickey came over for a second.

“You OK?”

“Fuckin’ hurtin’.” You sighed as you flipped another page.

“We should just rip through the boxes…”

“I don’t want to waste the time if I don’t fucking have to. To many chances to leave fingerprints to rip off all that fucking cellophane.”

“I’m not fucking helping you steal from people who need these meds.” The driver said as he was dragged over in front of you. You looked up at him and held your hand out for Mickey’s gun as you tossed the clipboard on the dash.

“You fucking think so?” You asked as you cocked the gun and shot the man in the meat of his thigh. “Ankle.” You gestured for Mickey to go, and he instantly punched the guy in the ribs. “Now let’s try that again, shall we?” 

“Fuck you!” You wasted zero time putting a bullet through his head as you looked over at Jax.

“Get in there. We got a lot of shit to get through in a very short period of time.”

“Dude.” Mickey laughed as he moved out of the way for your crew. “What, we’re just shooting people now?”

“Go get up there, bitch. You got to fucking work, too.”

“Fuck you.” He growled as he went over to start ripping through the loads to pack up the medications you needed for the neighborhood. You lit yourself another cigarette and tried not to think about the pain as your twenty man crew ripped through the palettes as fast as possible so you didn’t get caught by the cops.

——

“Mickey…”

“Hold on.”

“Mickey…”

“Just hold on, Alpha.”

“Omega!”

“What?” Mickey barked as he looked over at you with wide eyes. You smiled and called him forward with a curl of your finger so that he would stop fussing with cleaning up every little thing you had out in your living room after your good run/ welcome home from the hospital party.

“This shit is a fucking disaster waiting to happen.”

“Come here.”

“How the fuck do they expect you to live like this?”

“Come here, Omega.”

“I’m fucking coming.” He snapped as he threw away his handful of empty beer bottles in a large, nearly full trash bag and came over to see what you wanted. You grabbed ahold of his hand and pulled at him until you were able to get him to lay down on top of you on the couch. You let out a content sigh and kissed the top of his head as he shamelessly snuggled into your throat and scented you. His body relaxed and he squeezed your sides with his arms in a half hug.

“See? Much better.”

“Fuck you.” You hummed and nodded your head as you pulled up his shirt and ran the tips of your fingers across his back. “I thought you fucking died.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily, baby boy.” He nodded his head and purred the slightest bit. “I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“For not killing Jax when he called you out.”

“Long as that fucker doesn’t out me…”

“Don’t ruin a good moment.” He huffed but smirked all the same.

“I… I love you.” Your fingers stopped and you tilted your head to the side to look at him, but he closed his eyes almost in shame. “I just… I needed you to know that.” You rubbed his back again and kissed his forehead as gently as you could.

“I love you, too, Mickey.” His eyes opened slowly and searched yours, which made you smile more and nod. “Yea, I said it.”

“Good.” With a chuckle, you gave him a chaste kiss, and settled back into the couch to relax after a long day. “I’m gay.”

“Yea, baby boy. You’re gay.” He nodded again and sighed as he brushed his thumb across your rib cage.

“He’s gunna kill me.”

“Who is?”

“My old man.”

“What, you think I’m gunna let him come near you with a ten foot pole?”

“What, so he can beat your ass instead?”

“Hey…” You said softly as you put your hand on his cheek. “What are you worried about here?” He shook his head and closed his eyes again with a sigh.

“I’m scared that loving you will get you killed.” You sighed and tapped his nose so that he would look at you.

“Mickey, I have enough guns to last me a life time, and while I may be shorter and skinnier than your old man, I am stronger than him, and way more Alpha than him when it comes to a certain Omega we have in common. And I know you may not think so, but I will go fucking feral before I let something happen to you. I swear, baby. You are safe with me and I will fight anyone and everyone that tries to harm you, or me, or us for any fucking reason, OK?” He sighed and closed his eyes but nodded his head subtly. “Hey…” You waited until he opened his eyes again and gently reached out to brush your fingertips across his face. “I love you. And as long as you keep loving me in return, I will always, always protect you.” He nodded his head the slightest bit and let out the slightest sigh, but he stiffened and practically jumped off your body when someone knocked on your front door.

“There’s no fire, Mic.” You pointed out as you leaned over to get your cigarettes off the coffee table. “It’s open!”

“How’s the ankle, asshat?” Jax said as he strolled in with an envelope in his hand.

“So amazing. I love every minute of this shit. What you got for me?”

“We offloaded the HIV meds, the cancer pills, and the other non-street meds at the clinic. Here’s your shit.”

“You pay out the boys?” You asked as you caught the envelope and opened it up.

“Boys are paid out. And yes, I just dropped off Gertie’s meds with Sandra.”

“And the rest hit the streets?”

“Couple hours ago.” He confirmed as you split your cash in half and set it on your chest.

“Mickey.”

“So you guys are a thing?” Jax asked, hesitantly.

“Fuck you.” Mickey snapped as he took the envelope from your hand, which was probably double the pay out any of your other guys typically got for a run.

“We’re keeping that shit in this fucking house, we clear?” He nodded his head as he lit a cigarette and exhaled around it.

“I always knew you’d end up with a guy.” He said as he got up to grab a few beers as you sat up and slid back on the couch. “Just didn’t think it was gunna be a fucking Milkovich.”

“What, I come off that fucking gay? Mickey just sit the fuck down!” He flipped you off and threw the rest of the beer bottles in the bag before tying it off and carrying it over to the front door.

“You don’t really come off that fucking gay.” Jax said as he came back into the living room with three beers. “But I’ve known your ass since we were old enough to light old man Miller’s fucking fence on fire. You’re one of the most fucking manly men I know… but you’re fucking gay as fuck.”

“Fuck you.” You chuckled as you lifted your leg for Mickey to prop your casted ankle up on a pillow. 

“No, I’ll leave that to him. Alright, I’m going home to my Omega so she can talk my fucking ear off for hours because she hasn’t been able to get ahold of me all fucking day to do it then.”

“Enjoy that shit.” You said as you tilted your beer at him. “Take the fucking trash out with you!”

“You’re an ass!” He yelled over his shoulder as he grabbed the bag on his way out. You took the last drag of your smoke and leaned over to put it out so you could go to bed.

“Lock up, ‘mega. I’m fuckin’ beat.”

Part 5

[paradoxlemonade]

Unintended Consequences

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Ships: None/gen

words: 2434

Warnings: self-blame, suffocation/inability to breathe, blood (that makes it sound so much worse than it is)

Ao3: Here!

Grian tossed the carved glass idol back and forth between his hands with a frown. "Still not feeling anything." He held it up so the sunlight refracted through the cyan crystals. "It’s pretty and all, but not magical."

Scar huffed and took the crystal back. "What's making you different from everyone else? The only other immune person is Mumbo, but he's a null." Scar went silent for a moment. "You aren't a null, right?"

Grian laughed. "Nope, not a null. Magic still affects me like normal." 

Scar scowled and paced for a moment. "What am I missing? What makes you different?"

Grian grinned and shrugged. "I guess I'm special." He leaned against Larry's shell and crossed his arms. "Why are you so worked up about this? So I'm not affected by the crystals, which I'm still not convinced are actually magic? What's the big deal?"

Scar shook his head and began putting the small bits of rainbow back into the mess of shulker boxes outside his base. "It doesn't add up. Mumbo's a null so of course, they didn't affect him. Everyone else had notable reactions. Some were stronger than others, yeah, but there was always something."

Grian snorted and tightened the straps on his elytra. "Sure, dude. Either they aren't magic or I'm special." He walked forward and punched Scar's shoulder. "I have my base to work on, but let me know if you want me to hold a different piece of pretty glass."

"Of cour- Hey, they're not just glass!" Grian laughed as he flew over the treeline and out of view.

Scar sighed and turned his attention back to cleaning up the shulker boxes from his latest improvements to his magical village. 

What was the missing variable? They'd already confirmed Grian wasn't a null. But if magic affected him, then the crystals should as well. 

He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the cyan statue Grian held earlier. If he focused, he could feel the faint pulse of magic within the glass, but it felt off somehow. Not necessarily wrong, but different. Slightly to the left. Warmer but sharper than the normal cyan statues. It took a moment to place, but it had the same energy as salt. Huh. That’s not normal.

Scar frowned and shoved the crystal into his ender chest. He needed to look into that as soon as possible.

**********

Grian flew over the top of the jungle, grinning as the wind buffeted his skin. He may be known for building, but the sky was his true domain. No one could match him in elytra dexterity nor enthusiasm for avoiding the ground.

He scanned the forest canopy and zeroed in on a small black frame on top of one of the tallest trees. With a flutter of adrenaline, he flattened his wings to his back and went into a dive.

Blood roared in his ears as his speed built. 

Faster and faster in freefall, anyone less foolhardy would have pulled out by then. Grian prided himself on not being most people.

He flared his wings at the last second and landed in a roll in front of his nether portal. He hopped to his feet and walked through, only to take off once more.

Grian smiled breathlessly as he glided over the nether ceiling to the shopping district. He wouldn't trade flying for anything.

**********

Grian was bored out of his skull. He ran out of dark prismarine for the roof of his base. His chest hurt. He felt like generalized garbage. A good prank would get him feeling back on track. 

He chuckled and took off with a shot of fireworks. It didn’t take long for Iskall’s Omega Tree of Fun and Happiness to appear on the horizon. Grian adjusted his angle and landed gracefully on a branch. 

When he didn’t immediately find his quarry, Grian floated down the trunk in a lazy spiral and scanned the interior.

Iskall wasn’t in the center, nor any of the little cave things. Grian groaned and flopped onto the grassy floor. He didn’t want to run all over the server, he could be anywhere and while Grian wasted a lot of fireworks, he didn’t want to buy more so soon.

... They both have communicators. Oops.

Grian: Iskallllllllll

Iskall85: what’s up?

Grian: I’m so bored

FalseSymmetry: oh no.

Grian: Where are you?

Iskall: I’m camping the button. Don’t expect much entertainment from me

Grian: okay sure :)

Grian grinned and shoved his communicator back into his pocket, ignoring any other pings from it. He dashed over into Iskall’s portal and jumped inside.

Acrid, dry air hit his lungs like a thousand needles. Grian gasped and doubled over in a coughing fit. He shook it off after a moment, but nagging worry nestled in the back of his mind.

Grian took off towards the button. He didn’t plan how he would mess with Iskall, but something to fill his time would be better than wandering around the jungle or the shopping district doing nothing.

As he neared his target, Grian’s chest tightened. Panic grew as his flight faltered and he choked on air.

He landed on his feet but crumpled to the ground behind the button throne. His throat burned. He struggled to push himself into a sitting position. 

“Grian! Are you okay?” Iskall ran over and kneeled in front of him, Mumbo on his heels. Iskall slung an arm across Grian’s shoulders and pulled him upright. Grian’s breath hitched. He coughed into his hand. When he drew it back, his fingers were splattered with warm blood.

Iskall cursed and picked him up bridal style. He yelled something to Mumbo, but Grian couldn’t hear. Everything sounded far away. Black spots overtook his vision. Grian fainted.

***********

Grian just coughed up blood. Blood. Something was very wrong with this picture, and it was the color red.

Iskall clutched a shaking, unconscious Grian to his chest and stood up. “Mumbo, can you-“

“Already on it.” Iskall glanced over his shoulder. Mumbo typed a message on his communicator. “We need to get him out of the nether.”

Iskall nodded and started running towards the shopping district portal. It was at least a central location. They could plan better from there. The communicators pinged again. Iskall didn’t stop to check.

Mumbo did mid-stride. He read out the message with a shaking voice. “Change of plans, reroute to Scar’s base! He says he knows what’s going on.”

Iskall didn’t have time to question. He changed his angle and arrived at the new portal.

***********

Scar clenched his hands tighter around his communicator to keep them from trembling. Horror pooled in his stomach as he read the latest message.

MumboJumbo: Grian coughed up blood and passed out. Can someone meet us in the shopping district with healing potions?

Scar punched in a response before anyone else could.

Goodtimeswithscar: Bring him to my village. I think I know what’s going on.

For once, the variables fell into place. Grian and the idol were in a positive feedback loop of magic alterations. He changed the idol; the idol changed him. People’s auras reacting unexpectedly to the crystals wasn’t even unprecedented. Grian had a delayed reaction.

A tendril of guilt twisted around Scar’s mind. He made no attempt to refute it as he walked out of his base wearing a stoic mask. He had no time for a pity party.

With a stack of dirt from his inventory, he built a shallow wading pool into the lake by Larry. He placed the last few blocks as Iskall and Mumbo stumbled through his nether portal.

Scar jerked his head up, and made contact with Iskall’s fear-filled eyes. No time to waste. “Bring him over!”

The two of them dashed over. “What’s the pond for?” Mumbo asked.

Scar neglected to answer as Iskall shifted Grian’s weight to his arms. His breath was weak. His skin was sallow. Scar lowered him into the water and removed the dull sweater swamping his scrawny frame.

Hundreds of pale beige scales interlocked over Grian’s torso and down his arms. Large gill slits crossed his sides. They fluttered delicately as Grian began to cycle water.

“Oh my goodness,” Mumbo said. “When did...?”

Scar didn’t tear his gaze away from the person he’d hurt. “Recently,” Scar said. “In the past week, at most.” Scar screwed his eyes shut and hauled himself out of the waist-deep pool.

“I wanted to know why he hadn’t reacted to the crystals.” He scowled and the dirt. “Turns out he did. Just very slowly.”

*************

“Are you saying this is your fault?” Iskall asked, voice low and dangerous. Mumbo jerked his head up from staring at Grian’s prone form. Iskall glared daggers at Scar, who raised his hands in a placating gesture.

“It’s not like I could have seen this coming!” Scar gestured at Grian. “Only Ren and Cub had serious side effects, but it still wasn’t anything like this!” He looked helplessly to- “Mumbo, you get this, right?”

“I-”

Iskall’s hands balled into fists. “Grian passed out because of something you did.” Scar flinched at the words and wrung his hands together. Iskall took a step forward. “I hope that you have a plan to fix this.”

Mumbo grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. “Iskall, control yourself. Getting angry won’t solve anything.” He turned and met Mumbo’s gaze. The aggression in his eyes faded as fast as it appeared. His shoulders slumped as if drained of energy. Scar relaxed in turn.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just worried.” Iskall groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “This isn’t how I expected my day to go.”

Scar laughed humorlessly. “Don’t I know it.” He turned towards Larry and gestured for Iskall to follow. “Come on, I have a few ideas for a reversal.”

Mumbo shooed the two of them off and took a seat by Grian’s pool of water. He drew up his legs and rested his chin on his knees. Grian almost looked peaceful. With his head resting on the dirt and his eyes closed as if sleeping, Mumbo could pretend nothing had changed, even for just a moment. As his gaze drew down to the glinting scales and gills, Mumbo scowled and knitted up his eyebrows.

If there was one thing Mumbo hated, it was not understanding. Magic had always been beyond him. He recognized the principles on an intellectual level, but magic was inexact and variable. Given that he couldn’t interact with it without potions or an enchanting table, it’s not like he studied it for himself.

Mumbo looked back to Grian’s face and prepared himself for hours of waiting. “Please,” he whispered. “Be okay.”

***************

The world came back in stages. First was Grian’s sense of touch.

Warm water cradled his limp form like a down blanket. A zap of soreness jolted down his neck, which lied out of the water at an odd angle. Humid wind brushed against his dry, fluffy hair and moved it off his face.

Sound was next. Parrots chittered off in the distance along with the chatter of villagers. Leaves rustled overhead and the breeze wove amongst the branches. Waves lapped at his chest and made small splashing sounds. The tranquility almost lured Grian back to his dreamless sleep.

Last was everything else. Grian’s memory slammed into him like an anvil and his eyes shot open. His gills flared as he shoved himself up. Muscles in his torso protested, but the adrenaline was enough for him to ignore it.

The gills thing, on the other hand, was the source of the adrenaline and couldn’t be rationalized away as easily as waking up in the water. Since when did he have scales or gills? When did this happen? Who did this to him?

“Grian!” Mumbo’s shout yanked him out of his spiral. He turned to him, eyes wide with fear.

“What’s happening to me?”

***********

Grian downed the bottle of viscous vanilla liquid, the latest attempt to turn him human again. His three friends watched expectantly as nothing happened.

“That one tasted better than usual, but I doubt it’ll do much.” Scar groaned and hit his forehead to the spellbook in his hands.

“It’s been four days, and this is going nowhere.” Mumbo and Iskall shared a glance and murmured an agreement.

Grian snorted. “Says people not stuck in a kiddie pool.” He spreads his arms and gives them a dead look. “You think what you’re doing is tedious and boring?”

Scar cringed and shook his head. “It’s not that it’s boring, It’s that...” he trailed off, chewing his lip. Grian looked back and forth between the people before him and scanned their expressions for hints. Mumbo fiddled with his tie and stared at a very interesting pebble on the ground. Iskall glared off into the distance at nothing in particular.

“It’s that what...?”

 Scar sighed and sank down in front of Grian. He held his head in his hands. “I’m worried that if we don’t get a solution soon, you’ll be stuck like this forever and it’ll be my fault.”

Grian pulled up his shoulders and grimaced. The thought crossed his mind. His base was on land. So were the shopping district and nether portals. And his elytra. Despite everything- “I’d manage.” He rests a hand on Scar’s knee. “I don’t blame you for this.”

“But you should!” Scar burst out. He tangled his hands in his hair and gripped like his life depended on it. “I should have done more baseline analysis before jumping into tests, or done more careful observation, something! I caused this, I should be able to fix it! I-”

“Scar,” Iskall cut in, kneeling next to him. Scar’s voice died in his throat. He looked to Iskall. “Please dude, shut up.” Scar recoiled, confusion drawn all over his face. “I shouldn’t have blown up at you. You didn’t see this coming and I shouldn’t have expected you to. You’re doing your best to fix it and that’s what counts.”

He pulled Scar to his feet and gave him a weary grin. “Let’s try again. There are a few combinations we haven’t tried yet.” The two of them returned to Larry, leaving Mumbo behind with Grian.

Grian met Mumbo’s pitiful gaze. He nodded. A message passed between them. An ‘I’m sorry’ went one way. A ‘thank you for trying’ went the other.

**********

Grian built a new megabase in the warm ocean off the jungle coast. He scattered conduits all around the structure so hermits could come to visit.

It’s not the same, and it never would be like before. But with a riptide trident, Grian almost didn’t miss his elytra.

Almost.

[monsterlovinghours]

Since we're directly targeting people now: I think I heard a certain mouse snooping around Bee's supplies. You never know what he might be leaving around-- careful not to knock anything over~

@sapphic-florals rip to you

She couldn’t help being curious. It was part of an omega’s nature, especially when her alpha kept his attic filled with such interesting odds and ends. Skulls from animals she had never even heard of, blood in a rainbow of colors in tiny glass vials, dried herbs and plants from every corner of the globe. Rarely was she allowed in here, and never without his supervision. But she was going to be very careful to not disturb anything, so Bee wouldn’t have to know that she’d snuck in to have a look around. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, right?

It was just her luck then, that when she found herself face to face with a hissing millipede, she drew back too quickly and knocked over a small bottle full of some yellowish powder. It fell from its shelf and shattered, the glass so thin that it barely made a sound, a pale dust erupting from the spill. She panicked, dropped to her knees and pulled her sleeve over her hand to knock the broken shards of glass under an enamel wardrobe, sweeping up the powder as best she could, but breathing in a copious amount of it. It got into her nose, making her sneeze, and she swore she could even taste a thin film of it inside her mouth, dusty and vaguely sweet. She would just play dumb. No one would have to know. Besides, who knew when Bee would find the shattered remains of his mystery powder shoved under the wardrobe? She was fine. He wouldn’t find out. Quickly, she scurried from the room. She was no more than halfway down the corridor when a sudden wave of heat seized her body, starting in her throat and pooling between her hips. Oh. Oh no. No, the cycle was wrong! She shouldn’t be slipping into a heat now! And she had been taking her suppressants, wearing a scent blocker! Her knees wobbled, and she leaned against the wall. Oh, what had she done? She had to find Bee. No. He would know what she’d done, and he’d be upset. She needed…oh, how she needed. 

From downstairs, Scarabee was in the smoking room, halfway through a fresh glass of Delta Moonshine and smoking his way through a pack of Slims, when something caught his attention. A scent. Strong, filling the entire estate. An omega in heat. Bajo was out on the grounds somewhere, and the rest were in Europe on business, so he knew he was the only one to take care of the issue. But it was the wrong time, wasn’t it? Their sweet little mouse was on suppressants, anyway, she shouldn’t be slipping into a heat. Had she been forgetting to take her medicine? Impossible, since he watched her swallow it every morning. Besides, the scent was off, stronger somehow, more…aggressive. His mouth practically watered as he followed the scent up the stairs into the wing of bedrooms, not surprised when it was strongest behind his door. There she was, trembling from head to foot, wrapped up in one of his suit jackets, the sheets of his bed rumpled and balled up as she whimpered and shook in the middle of them.

“Omega,” he crooned from the doorway, and she whined, “what happened, sweet thing?”

“B-Bee,” she cried, reaching one shaking hand for him from beneath the covers. “Please, please, I n-need you, it hurts…it’s never h-hurt like this…”

“Oh, pauvre petite fille.” He crossed to the bed and gathered her in his arms, chuckling softly when she immediately buried her face into his neck to scent him. “You’re off your cycle, little one. What did you do?”

All he got in response was a whimper, and he sighed; it would do no good to ask her now, when she was so clearly incapacitated. “Alright, darlin’, go on and lie down on your stomach for me, now.” She quickly did as he asked, and he was happy to see that beneath his jacket, she was naked, her skin flushed and feverish. He didn’t bother to undress, parting her legs with hands that felt like ice to her hot flesh, and cooing when he saw her dripping and twitching. “Babylove, the smell of your arousal is so strong I can practically taste it.” He crawled over her, reaching down to release himself from his trousers, lowering his hips to rub the head of his cock through her folds, laughing when she thrust herself back onto him. “Who is your alpha?”

“Y-You are!”

“That’s right. And who do you belong to?

“You, Bee, you!”

“Bon fille,” he cooed, moving her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck as he entered her. “So tight, little mouse.” His hands pinned hers to the bed, fingers laced between hers as his palms pressed them into the mattress. “Petite souris, petite amour, petite eleveur. So wet and ready to be filled, like a good little breeder should be.” He heard her keen, felt her twitch as he moved within her, and he groaned in her ear as her walls fluttered around him. “Oh, do you like that idea?” His shadows flickered around him, pinning her legs open as he fucked into her, another slipping between them to rub spectral fingers around her aching clit. She bucked and hollered beneath him, but his weight held her down. “Being my little brood mare? Kept in my bed, round with my pups.” His teeth nipped at her skin, leaving red crescents in their wake that were soothed by laps of a cool tongue. “Souris, I intend to keep you full of me at all times, whether it’s my cock, my cum, or my offspring.”

Her moans were muffled by the bed, but he felt her tighten, clench, spasm around him, felt the telltale rush of fluid warmth, and grinned triumphantly. “Oh, my little mouse, did you just cum?” Weakly, she nodded, and those shadow hands reached roughly beneath her to turn her onto her back. With barely a second given for her to adjust, he had shoved back inside, lifting her leg to his shoulder for leverage as he began to pound into her, the distinctly wet sounds of their joining filling the room. “Another, little one. Give me all your pleasure. Give your alpha what he is owed. Surrender to it, love, this is what you need.”

Her little hands gripped at him, pulled him closer, her head tossed back and forth, driven to the point of incoherency by her heat and the way it amplified her pleasure. By the time she was spent, she had climaxed no less than fifteen times, though neither was truly keeping track. Exhausted by her sudden heat, she curled up on his chest, bordering on sleep, her eyes hazy and her body trembling with exertion. Carefully, Bee lifted her head with two fingers curled beneath her chin, and sighed when he saw traces of yellow dust around her mouth. 

“You’ve been in my attic, haven’t you?”

She flushed. “N-No…”

“I can see the pollen around your nose and mouth still, girl. I don’t know how you managed it, but you inhaled a hefty dose of Fae pollen. It was a gift from Ciarog, and has a rather…unique effect.” Heaving another sigh, he wiped around her mouth and nose with his thumb, cleaning the traces off. “I should punish you for snooping around in my attic, but the soreness you’re going to experience tomorrow should be punishment enough. Go to sleep now, little mouse. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

Properly chagrined, she drifted off to sleep in his arms, and even despite her transgression, Bee couldn’t find it in himself to be upset with her. Not with her curled up so soft and small in his arms.

[let-me-love-you-loki]

In A Day or Two-Ch. 19

Chapter 19

           Kenny was quiet on the train back to Tokyo. He sat against the window watching the world go by, his nimble fingers settled against his chin and his bottom lip. I spent most of the trip with my head against his shoulder, fingers curled with his. Every now and then he leaned over and put a gentle kiss on my hair. The silence was easy and companionable.

           Part of me wondered if he was thinking about Kota, but I tried to stifle the unease from my mind. I’d seen the two of them together and I knew a connection like that wasn’t something that got buried easily. I believed Kenny… I believed Matt… I believed that this was going to work somehow.

           It was late afternoon when we slipped back into Kenny’s flat in the Katsushika ward. We stopped on the way back from the train station at the coffee shop for another dose of caffeine and sat in the park people watching. Time slipped away from us and, before we knew it afternoon was fading fast into evening.

           Kenny showered and plopped onto the sofa in front of the television while I took my turn. I took my time washing my hair, imagining that every splash of water was a bad memory from the weekend dripping down the drain. The warm steam relaxed my limbs and my mind. When I finally stepped out, I felt almost normal.

           I brushed and braided my damp hair and dressed in one of Kenny’s shirts. He was still in front of the television when I padded out of the bathroom. I stepped up behind him and slid my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. He tilted his head back, corners of his mouth tipping upward in a faint smile. There was something soft in his gaze that made him look young and vulnerable. It tugged at my heart, pulling the breath from my lungs.

           My fingers brushed the line of his neck and the curve of his jaw. They brushed the two-toned curls from his forehead, making way for me to drop a gentle kiss on his brow.

           He reached up and rested his hands against mine. “Shaytan,” he murmured, fixing me with that pale blue gaze of his. His fingers brushed along my forearms tenderly. It didn’t escape me that he’d given me a new name, one that was vastly more personal than the others he’d used.

           “Watashi no amai,” I said with a faint smile, though I knew it bordered on sadness. I wanted, so desperately, to kiss his lips and call him my Kentan, but I couldn’t. That honor had been given to Kota Ibushi long ago, and it wasn’t something I expected to be relinquished.

           Kenny squeezed his eyes closed, as if he knew my hesitation. I didn’t know if he wanted to hear me call him Kentan and, truth be told, I was far too much of a coward to ask. My heart was already raw from the past twenty-four hours. I didn’t know how much more I could take. When he opened his eyes, the softness was tinged with sadness.

           I walked around the sofa and sat facing him on his lap. His palms settled wide on my thighs, thumbs rubbing slow circles on the insides of my knees. I took a deep breath, giving myself permission to stamp his scent into my mind and my heart. That moment, just for a while, he was mine and no one else’s.

           I was filled with a sudden and deep-seated desperation to be close to him. Maybe he saw it on my face, or maybe he felt it too. He smoothed his hands up my thighs and beneath the hem of his shirt, curling his fingers into the flesh of my hips and dragging me closer on his lap. My arms draped around his shoulders as I let my forehead rest against his.

           He nuzzled against my cheek, bumping his nose against mine. His curls brushed my skin, and his mouth was a hair’s breadth away. My heart raced in my chest. I wanted so much, but didn’t know how to ask for it. But he slipped one hand up against my back and the other along my skull and closed the gap between us. Our lips touched, softly and hesitantly, as if he was afraid to do too much or go too far. My fingers dug into his curls, nails grazing his scalp as I sighed into his kiss, begging silently for more.

           Kenny curled his fingertips around the back of my neck, his thumb brushing the tender skin behind my ear, and ran the tip of his tongue against my lips. I whimpered and pressed myself closer to him as he deepened the kiss. It made me dizzy and yet it made me want to cry. There was something hidden beneath the surface, something that scared and excited me all at once.

           He drew away, breathing hard, and watched me. I could feel his eyes on me just as surely as I felt his touch. He nudged my jaw up with his thumb. “Shaytan, look at me.” He said it so softly, but so certainly that I had no choice but to obey.

           I met his blue-eyed gaze and nearly choked on the desperate emotion that I saw. “Kenny…”            He smiled faintly and shook his head a fraction. “That’s not what I want to hear.”

           My throat felt dry. “I can’t… it isn’t mine…”

           “It belongs to who I say it does,” he said. He closed his eyes again, resting our foreheads together, and sucked in a deep breath. “It’s yours, Shaye. Just like my heart.”

           I wanted to cry. The weight of his emotion was almost too much for me to hold. But he held me against him like I was about to break into pieces and yet like I was the only thing holding him together. “You’ll hear him,” I protested quietly.

           “I only hear you,” he replied vehemently. There was steel in his voice but velvet in his touch. “Only you.”

           My fingers brushed the dark blond beard along his jaw as I leaned closer and pressed my lips against his. “Kentan,” I whispered, feeling his breath hitch against my mouth. He gathered me closer, his lips crashing against mine. It was desperate and consuming. It set my blood on fire and made my heart ache in my chest.

           Kenny stood, carrying me with him. He pulled away and smiled at me. It was beautiful and breathtaking and so innocent and open that I couldn’t have denied him anything. We ended up in his bedroom, where he put me down on the bed on my knees. He took the hem of my shirt and pulled gently, slipping the garment up over my head and tossing it onto the floor.

           He let his hands roam, ghosting along my arms, along my collarbones, across my breasts and against my belly. His knuckles stroked the side of my throat, finger and thumb capturing my chin as he tipped my face up for another kiss. This one was slow and deliberate, made all the more intense by the slow sweep of his palms along my shoulders and down my back.

           The rest of our clothes followed quickly after and soon we lay tangled together beneath the blankets. He tugged me against him, ensuring we were pressed together chest to thigh, and hid his face against my throat, his lips moving in silent prayer against my skin. His hands were never still. They stroked along my arms and traced the rise and fall of my hips and ribs. They teased the flesh of my breasts until I whimpered with desperation. He paid homage to every inch of my body he could reach with his fingertips, whispering against me with every breath.

           Kenny rolled onto his back and propped himself up on the pillows. His eyes were filled with something like awe when I straddled his lap, reaching between us to guide him into position. He tucked stray hair behind my ears, biting down on his lip as I rolled and circled my hips, sinking slowly down on his length. My eyes drifted shut as I hit the bottom, feeling him stretch and fill me. He skimmed his palms over my ribs and around my back, resting them on my shoulder blades and pulled me in. Our foreheads met, and I dug my fingers into his curls.

           “Kentan,” I moaned deeply, rocking my hips back and forth, still seated firmly against him. “Watashi no. Mine.”

           The heavy, deep-throated groan that vibrated through him sent a wonderful feeling of power into my blood. His fingers curled up over my shoulders, holding me against him as he ground his hips up into mine. It was a desperate sort of sensation—the only movement the incremental circling of my hips and his barely there thrusts. We held each other, tying ourselves to this feeling of him being buried deep inside me, my body trembling around him.

           Kenny tipped his chin up, capturing my lips with his. The kiss was slow and burning, deep and yearning, devouring and filling. He tasted like coffee and sweet milk and something even more that made my stomach clench in a desperate desire.

           I flexed my thighs and rose up, still lost in the kiss that was stealing my breath and my heart and my soul. Kenny’s fingers tightened on my shoulders to pull me back down. I sank down slowly, relishing the feel of him sliding into me again. He shuddered and broke the kiss, gasping.

           “Shaytan,” he murmured against my lips. I felt the furrow in his brow against my own and stroked my fingers against his scalp and along the back of his neck. “My heart. My love. My home.” He bucked his hips upward with each word.

           My body burned and throbbed and trembled with the force of his emotion. Moment by moment, my hips rose and fell and Kenny held me against him, our kisses turning into something lingering and full of unspoken promises.

           When at last the two of us fell over into the abyss of pleasure, both of us were slicked with a sheen of sweat and panting for breath. He gathered me against his chest and tucked my head against his neck. I ached with a sweet sort of exhaustion that swept warm and lingering through my limbs. My fingers twisted lazily through Kenny’s curls as his palms stroked my lower back and hips.

           It was quiet for a while. Then I heard the sound of Kenny taking a deep breath, his nose buried in my hair. “It’s only you, Shaye,” he said with certainty. “It’s only you.”

           My heart tightened in my chest at the words. I so completely wanted to believe that it was the truth. When I glanced at him… when I saw the way he looked at me… I couldn’t bring myself to deny it. In that moment, I believed.

           I believed that for Kenny Omega, there was no one else but me in his heart.

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once we’ve settled

What if Bucky didn't fall from the train, and instead he crashed the Valkerie together with Steve?

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“Curve ball, high and outside for ball one. So the Dodgers are tied, 4-4. And the crowd well knows that with one swing of his bat, this fellow’s capable of making it a brand-new game again. Just an absolutely gorgeous day here at Ebberts field.”

That was weird, Bucky thought. Why was there a game on the radio that had already taken place?

He opened his eyes and slowly sat up. Just as he was sitting upright, a lady walked in. He couldn’t smell what her designation was. She must be wearing scent blockers.

“Good morning, or should I say afternoon?”

She looked, not weird, but just wrong. Her hair was wrong, her tie was wrong. And her bra, he didn’t know what that thing was but it was very wrong.

“Alright cut the bullshit. Where am I?” Bucky asked.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” she replied as she slowly approached him.

He shoved pasted her and ran out the door and came in a studio? Well that is weird, why go through such an effort? What are they hiding? And where the fuck was Steve. They had made it on the Valkyrie and Steve had fought the Red Skull till the Nazi had died. Stevie had done so well; he was immensely proud of his omega.  Onboard though, were still the bombs. They hadn’t had time to land the plane and were forced to crash it.

“At least we’ll be together,” Bucky had told his omega.

“Sergeant Barnes, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” a tall alpha with a big ass coat said. Wait was that an eyepatch? What the actual fuck. Who was he trying to intimidate with that?

“I would say the same, except I don’t know where the fuck I am,” Bucky replied. He was getting really annoyed now.

The pirate looked at him with an expression Bucky couldn’t really figure out.

Then the pirate said, “Let’s take walk, shall we?” he had already started walking towards the door. The pirate turned around to look back at Bucky. Bucky was quick to walk after him.

They got into the hall and turned right. Lots of people stared at them while they walked pass. There were huge windows as outer walls, you looked right over a city. A city that kind off looked like New York, but at the same time didn’t look like New York at all. Still, the view was beautiful. Steve would love to draw it. Which reminded him.

“Where are we going and where is Steve?” Bucky asked the pirate.

“We’ll talk when we’re at a secure place.”

Bucky didn’t trust him at all, but he knew that there were too many people here so he couldn’t escape easily. So instead he walked with the weird man to an unknown place. It was not ideal but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

The pirate opened a door which led to an office. They went inside and the pirate told Bucky to take a seat.

The man finally started talking, “Now I know you must have a lot of questions, but let me explain first. My name is director Fury from SHIELD. A week ago we found your plane, that’s where we found your bodies as well. At first, we thought you were dead. On our way back they hooked Captain Rogers up to some machines. To see if his blood still contained the serum.”

Bucky started to interrupt. He couldn’t believe that that was the first thing they thought of doing.

“I said let me explain first, don’t interrupt me. Now as they hooked him up, they discovered that not only was his blood alright, his whole body was alright. So than they checked you, and they discovered that you were both still very much alive. When they got here with your bodies, we started warming you up. We didn’t know if it would work, but clearly it did because here you are. Sitting right in front of me.”

“Why did you put up that weird show back there?”, it’s something that had been bothering him. Why put so much effort into that set-up.

“We thought to break it you slowly. We found you last week, but the plane had crashed almost seventy years ago. The year right now is 2012.”

Silence washed over them. Bucky almost couldn’t believe him, it seemed impossible. But than again, he had already experienced some weird shit. So this wasn’t really that far-fetched.

“Okay, but where is Steve?” Bucky asked.

Fury was silent for a moment. He had expected a demand of evidence, but the man in front of him just excepted it for the truth.

Interesting.

Just as Fury started to reply, someone burst through the door. Fury glared at the man.

“I’m sorry, Director. But he has woken up and is attempting to escape.”

Fury stood up to follow the man but Bucky stopped him.

“Take me with you,” he demanded.

Fury seemed to consider this, but came to the conclusion that Rogers would probably calm down at seeing his friend. So he let Bucky follow.

They ran through the halls till they came to their destination, where they found Rogers with his back to them attempting to escape. It wasn’t really an attempt, because he was very much succeeding.

“Steve!”

Fury was surprised to hear Bucky scream out, and was even more surprised by the slight alpha voice that had leaked into his voice.

Steve stopped immediately and spun around to face them.

Fury could see a small amount of tension leave his body as he spotted his friend, but was it really just a friend. Fury started to suspect that they might be more than that, but that wouldn’t make much sense since they are both alphas and that would’ve been illegal in their time. Unless of course, they didn’t care that much about the law. Which would be interesting. America’s golden boy, Captain America, breaking the law.

Steve ran towards them. Fury took a small step back just to be safe. But Steve just threw himself into Bucky’s arms.

Fury could see he was shaking, probably from being so physical just after being frozen for seventy years. Then he realized that that wasn’t it. He was crying.

Steve buried his face into his alphas neck. It felt safe. He finally started calming down with Bucky softly talking to him. Bucky rubbed his back, subtly scenting him.

“You’re okay, baby, you’re okay. So good, such a good boy,” Bucky told his omega softly, cause hell, Steve deserved it. He had been so good. Had probably been so confused and scared when he woke up in an unfamiliar place.

As Fury breathed in, he could smell only one alpha, instead of two. Which was weird because there were two alphas standing next to him. He could smell someone else, but that was not an alpha. It smelled like apples or some sort of fruit. Then it drew on him. It was Rogers. But that couldn’t be right. He was an alpha, at least that’s what the government had always said.

Fury could feel a smile fighting to appear on his face. At first he wasn’t sure if Captain America was really a could fighter, and he had always doubted that he was not the one planning all those attacks against Hydra in World War II. He had always thought that Carter had come up with them, even if she denied it. But if he managed to hide his own designation, and convincedly managed to look like an alpha. Fury could imagine the omega standing next to him planning and strategizing all kinds of attacks, He felt a respect for the omega that had surely not been there before. Rogers would definitely be interesting.

Bucky carefully pulled away from the tight embrace to cup Steve’s face.

“Shh, easy. We’ll be fine, sweetheart, I promise. Everything is gonna be okay,” Bucky said softly to Steve.

And it was true. They found themselves in a weird and fucked up place right now, but it is going to be okay. They have each other and that’s all they have every really needed.

It will be okay; they will make it.