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general-ida-raven · 3 months ago

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I Hate You The Least-Chapter 4

Summary: Jude Voss has had her life flipped upside down twice in her life. The first time when she was thrust into a galaxy-wide war as a Separatist strategist, and the second when she was taken hostage by Clone Force 99. A prisoner turned unexpected baggage when the war came to a brutal end, she alongside the Bad Batch have to navigate the aftermath that is the Empire as well as navigate everything in between- down to how they feel about each other.

Pairing: eventual Hunter x Jude

Mostly follows canon, SLOW BURN, enemies-to-lovers, angst, occasional swearing, eventual fluff (no smut)

a/n: sorry this is so late! Life happened and then I remembered I hadn’t posted this. But here it is now!

Divider by @stars-n-spice

Jude woke with a start, a gasp ripping from her lips as her eyes flew open. Adrenaline had her body sitting up before the surrounding room was in focus, a pained yelp escaping her lips as her forehead connected with the durasteel ceiling close to her head. She fell backward into the bunk again, a hiss leaving her lips as her jaw set, half-opened eyes straining a bit until they focused onto the bunk ceiling above her.

A colorful string of curses left the woman under her breath, pulling at the familiar weight of cuffs holding her arms behind her back. She pushed herself onto her elbows, grunting as she used the bunk’s wall to sit herself up carefully.

Second time being tied up in this ship and not any better than the first time.

Jude’s eyes narrowed as they flicked about the hull, hands fisting behind her back as she began shuffling herself to the edge of the bunk.

Just when her feet hit the floor the cockpit doors whooshed open, freezing her in place as her eyes darted quickly to Echo’s form standing there. His eyes slowly narrowed, glancing her over once before turning to look back into the cockpit. “Hunter.”

Jude cursed under her breath as the sergeant appeared a moment later, gray eyes meeting hers across the hall. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find a key for these bindings would be nice,” Jude muttered in response, holding his gaze levelly with a challenge flashing in her gaze. “And to get out of this ship.”

“No.” Hunter stepped towards her, hands unmoving at his sides even as scrapped curls of hair fell over the lip of his bandana and over his forehead.

“No to the key or no to leaving?”

“Both.” Hunter’s gloved hand grasped her shoulder, pushing her back into the bunk and earning a grunt from her as she fell back against the mattress. Her head craned forward, managing to avoid connecting with the bunk wall as the muscles in her abdomen tightened to hold her upper half up.

“Seriously?” Jude didn’t make any attempt to keep the growl from her voice, eyes dark as she looked up at his form practically hovering over hers. “Where the hell are we?”

Hunter’s eyes flashed, narrowing slowly. “Hyperspace.”

Gee, I’m so glad I asked! “Going where?”

“I’m not going to tell you that.”

Jude scoffed. She pushed herself to sit up more, drawing a leg close to herself as her glare remained locked on his. “So why do I need handcuffs if we’re in hyperspace and I don’t even know where we’re going?”

“You’re dangerous.” Hunter ducked down, his dark eyes coming level with Jude’s and sending a shiver up her spine as he leaned close. “And I don’t trust you.”

That makes two of us. Jude swallowed down the words and then regretted it, processing too late that he would’ve seen her swallow as a sign of nervousness. “I’m a strategist, not a soldier. I couldn’t even do anything before you would catch me all over again.”

Hunter shifted, head turning just enough to pass a glance to Echo, whom was hovering in the cockpit’s doorway and watching the two. Jude watched him shrug, the movement faint, as he cocked his brow toward the sergeant.

“Omega thinks she’s trustworthy,” Echo offered, arms crossing over his chest.

Omega. The blonde kid.

“None of us do,” Hunter commented, straightening to his full height after a moment. “Because she isn’t trustworthy.”

“I’m right here,” Jude offered, glaring up to Hunter and pushing herself to stand again before pausing as the full force of his slate gaze returned to her. “…And as I said, I couldn’t even do anything if I tried.”

Hunter’s head tilted slightly, darkening the tattooed side of his face as it turned away from the light. “Let’s just see how you are on Saleucami,” he said finally, giving her another pointed shove down onto the bunk before turning away from her. “Then we’ll talk about the bindings.”

The sunlight streaming down from the sky above sent Jude’s skin crawling under her clothes, arms shifting behind her back in discomfort of the humid blanket that settled over them in contrast to the cool interior of the Marauder. Her eyes wandered toward the clones ahead of her, shoving down the passing thought of how hot and heavy their armor must have been and how impressive it was to be carrying it for so long.

Her attention moved downward as Omega dropped into the dirt, her fingers dragging through the earth as though it was a new thing for her to behold. “What is this?” she breathed, her golden eyes shining as she lifted a palmful toward her face.

Oh. It was a new thing for her.

“That would be dirt,” Tech responded from his place several yards away, having glanced up from his datapad to watch the girl as she let the dirt slide from her fingers before dusting off her hands curiously.

“It’s amazing!” Omega let out a laugh, standing as she moved to run after the clones. Her eyes moved skyward, following the path of two birds as they sailed past above their heads, song sweet and shrill through the air.

At least she doesn’t seem to be suffering from the damn humidity.

Jude lifted her gaze from the girl and caught Hunter’s gaze, the sergeant watching her closely. “You don’t have to tell me,” she muttered, shifting to walk after the squadron with a pointed trudge in her step. “I’m coming.”

The sergeant looked away from her wordlessly, sliding his helmet over his head and vanishing his face from view. He moved to follow behind Tech as the lanky clone lifted his datapad skyward, watching the screen closely as they moved from their found clearing and into the surrounding field of… a plant she didn’t care to know the name of.

“So this friend of yours,” Echo’s voice murmured from up ahead, helmet tilted toward Tech. “What’s he doing all the way out here?”

“Hiding.” Jude’s brow raised faintly at Tech’s response, her pace quickening a bit to bring herself closer to the pair. “That is what deserters do.”

“Staying off the radar’s not our specialty,” Hunter commented, half-glancing back to Jude as he heard her come closer before looking to Echo, “but he’s been doing it for years.”

Echo adjusted his grip on his blaster, looking out to the field surrounding them as the stalks began to thin. “And you trust a deserter?”

“Why not.” Tech shrugged, white-armored shoulders lifting with dismissal. “We are all deserters now.”

Interesting.

Jude slid herself to a stop as the squadron paused before her, Hunter catching Omega by the shoulder as their helmets angled downward. Jude rocked onto her toes, peering around Tech’s arm to stare down to the ground. “What are we looking at?” Omega asked just as Jude caught sight of the thin thread strung out over the path before them, subtly reflecting the sun overhead.

“A booby trap.” Hunter glanced back to the others, keeping a hand firm on Omega’s shoulder. “Single trip wire.”

Wrecker let out a laugh, the sound raucous and far too loud for their intent of stealth. “That’s cute.” He stepped over the wire with a thump of his boots, moving past it carelessly.

Jude winced against the startled cry that he let out as his foot snagged on another wire obscured by fallen leaves, the forms of several droids shooting up from their places covered by half-decayed plants. Wrecker let out a startled shout, jumping back and firing at them with wild fervor.

“Wrecker!” Hunter snapped, stepping forward as the immobile droids fell to the ground around him.

Wrecker blinked, glancing about before looking warily to Hunter. “Was that me?”

Hunter’s head turned sharply to the left, Jude’s gaze following his when the click of a blaster’s safety sounded. A purple-skinned twi’lek stepped into view with rifle pointed toward the squadron, her gaze calculating as her gaze flicked over each of their forms. “Look what we have here,” she said finally, leaning back into one hip as she lowered her rifle. “More clones who have lost their way.”

Tags: @high-ct5555 @bananasugarwarrior @domino-twinss

#star wars #bad batch #tbb #the bad batch #clone force 99 #sw tbb #bad batch hunter #hunter x oc #girbook

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lady-of-the-puddle · 1 year ago

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Welcome Back

Today I will be rating Beck's

Potential Partners?

The question mark is because some of them were definitely his partners, others will not admit it, and some came to...circumstances preventing a declaration of their love...anyway.

1. Bodhi

Literally on screen for 30 seconds max

We all clocked that shit instantly

Never brought him up again (thx to retroactive backstory oops)

Beck was actually visibly sad about him tho to the point his boss/dad had to ask if he was ok

Absolute cute couple though

8/10 I knew him for five seconds and now I have to kill everyone in this room and then myself

2. Paige

Y'all already know. Everyone knows. The whole grid knows.

The sexual tension is palpable

Which brings me to some difficult questions about the nature of programs and what physical functions they may or may not have.

Ugh I'm a sucker for the rivals to lovers thing tho

12/10 top ten hottest bi power couple if they don't kill each other first

3. Tron

I went over this in my tron's exes list but I must reiterate cause reasons

Can you imagine meeting your hero, your icon, your savior and he's....a bit of a bitch??

But you learn and get to know him and he opens up to you and comes to trust you with his life UGH my heart

9/10 I rated this 7/10 before but I'm not scared anymore they're GOOD

4. Cyrus

Look, he gets in with his bffs and the first thing they say to Beck is "you didn't tell us you had a new bf!" (Totally NOT paraphrasing that).

The fucked up stalker/victim pairing is SUCH good tea

And then he tries to kill him later? Delicious.

7/10 this one's for the toxicity 😏

5. Lux (I had to look up her name)

okay this one loses points because they WANTED me to ship this when we already knew Paige existed

I don't like to be told what to do

I mean, it's ok Beck has two hands(more like eight at this point) I can work with it

loved her jaded perspective turning into hope before she was fridged for male pai- I mean derezzed for reasons relevant to the plot 👀 that was definitely neat

Consider: she is pretty though

4/10 they're both a ten but I'm a bitter bitch so sue me

6. Mara

tbh she's such a cutie and deserves way better than whatever incel shit Zed has going on

no wonder she's in love with Tron/the Renegade (I mean, same) I would beg a superhero to save me from him too

she and Beck have such a good dynamic

would be such a cute friends to lovers pair

can you imagine if she found out her bestie was the renegade she's been visibly/audibly thirsting after? Queen shit.

8/10 This one is actually the least toxic here

7. The rebellion leader whose name escapes me (it's Bartik)

so this guy appears in legacy as the rebel leader at Castor's before getting derezzed five minutes later (shocker there)

this one just kinda leaped into my brain when I binged the show directly after watching Legacy

can you imagine inspiring someone to change sides completely and then become the leader of the very fire you sparked long after you're probably gone? Endlessly romantic.

6/10 I have yet to have a really bad ship tbh

8. Pavel

I hate it, you hate it, we all hate it

But it's still pretty hot

8/10 bitch on bitch violence

9. Zed

Ahaha I hate it

he's way too comfortable with the evil bad guy shit happening around him.

honestly I have no idea why Beck is even friends with him

HOWEVER

jock/loser pairing

Beck CAN AND WILL fix him

3/10 I don't think we can save this one boys

BONUS ROUND:

10. Tesler

LMAO I just thought of this

Why do I love it tho

Something about the Darkseid omega beam hands that make me think weird thoughts

Now I wish I had put this on my tron list

1/10 or 9/10 depending on the day

I really do love that Beck is just the most specialest boy, he's the grid's next top model, he's batman, he's everything. Istg this is a harem anime in disguise and I ship him with everyone.

I can think of at least two programs off the top of my head that I didn't include because I forgot until now, so tell me about your rare pairs, etc. I was thinking about rating Clu's crushes that he handles in a completely normal way next but that might be too much. This is what happens when we have no new content for 10 years.

#tron #tronblr #tron uprising #tron beck #tron legacy #the renegade #i meant to post this during pride but #oops two months late i guess #anyway tron be upon ye

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year ago

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Saving Grace

✨ All Previous Parts Here ✨

(sorry I got too overwhelmed going chapter by chapter)

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, mpreg), demon Kells, hunter Dom, Big Warning! Fear of miscarriage! (It's only a few minutes but keep yourself safe!), bleeding while pregnant, fear, scared boys, boys realizing how they feel, teasing, cuddles, careful Kells, surprising interruption, magic, secrets almost revealed, Tom being shady, Dom questioning everything, Rowena getting fresh, improper baby checking, mentions of hell, boys in love ⚰️ rating: mature

Keliphos was tired of nervously pacing in front of their bedroom already and it had only been half an hour. He couldn't make himself stop moving though. He hated not being part of the conversation but Dom had asked him to wait outside so he was. He'd do a lot for his mate- anything really. He just wasn't prepared for the rampant anxiety rushing through him. Especially because he knew his lover needed the space so he didn't have to mask his own worry. It was sweet because he knew the human was trying to protect him but at the same time it meant he thought he needed to. Fuck, love was confusing.

They'd gone so hard with each other the day before, Kells had fucked him rough and dirty from the shower to the bed and it didn't completely stop until later that night when he passed out from exhaustion. The devil had thought everything was okay because Dom said he wasn't in any kind of extra pain. It was the normal 'just took almost a foot of dick for hours' deep belly ache. Or so they had thought. Col had let himself drift as Dom slept and when they woke up the human was hurting and the nephalem could scent blood. Kells had felt different kinds of fear in his long life but nothing had ever knocked him so out of breath as when he saw red on his boyfriend's finger tips.

The day before he'd meant to show the omega a sliver of what he thought was his true self- they'd talked about his penchant for pain and torture and the kid had sworn he loved all of him. Perhaps even loved him more because of his darkness instead of in spite of it. He remembered Dom saying he trusted him with their child because of it, that his demonic side would be more protective or at least more willing to do whatever it took. They may never even get to that point because he let too much of it show and he may have hurt them… Shit, how could he love something so much he'd only known about for a few days? Why had he gone so hard?

He kept trying to tell himself it hadn't been too much blood, it definitely wasn't as much as Dom drank from him daily or anything. It shouldn't be enough to be a problem and yet he was scared. It was quite possibly the first time he didn't like seeing the Hunter covered in red. He was trying to think of anything else, trying to focus on the fact that Rowena had never shown up the day before and that wasn't fucking good. She always kept to her word. He couldn't stay on anything though, not when there was some magical shit going on with his mate and child behind him but he had to be good. He could prove to Dom he could be good.

After another ten minutes and another mile of pacing he was sure, the door finally opened and he turned so fast he smacked into Tom. They were both a bit startled but only because they were already so nervous. He tried to push past the witch but he grabbed him gently around both arms and kept him there. "What the fuck dude, let me-"

"If you don't settle you'll make him think he has to protect your emotions. Chill the hell out Col." The hidden goddess snapped softly and he took a breath. He didn't want Dom more worried for him. After a moment he met those silver eyes as relaxed as he could and the other ancient smiled. "They're okay. Strong honestly, and bigger than we thought. I didn't wish to add more stress so I didn't mention it but they're nearing a trimester of growth already."

That stopped the demon cold, he didn't think he was upset but it did mean he wasn't imagining things. His kid was growing at a rapid pace and his baby mama had no idea. Shit. He raised a hand to his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He wasn't sure why he'd been having headaches for the first time in his life but it was getting on his nerves. "But they're okay?" He whimpered softly and his Mitéra nodded.

"They seem as stubborn as both their parents. Or perhaps you're just egotistical about your prowess." Tom tried to tease to lighten the mood. He couldn't imagine what his family was going through, it was stressful enough for him watching who he thought of as his children be so scared. "I think you simply stretched him too much, or perhaps pulled free too soon. You already healed him, that was simply left over. Perhaps less… acrobatic relations from now on?"

Keliphos was surprised to see the witch blush but it made him chuckle. Tom didn't have to worry about that, after all that fear he wasn't sure he could touch Dom again until the kid was out. Fuck that. "Is he okay?" He asked after a moment. He didn't want his lover terrified or upset, but he could understand if he was pissed at him.

Tom looked away for a moment and sighed, offering the devil a small shrug of one shoulder. "I believe he's surprised at how scared he was. Like I said before, he wasn't prepared to accept so much into his life. He's already been through the fear of almost losing you twice, I think he's overwhelmed. Just be honest about how you feel, I think he was a bit embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?" The demon just didn't understand. Because he needed Tom to check him? He could have done that but he didn't have the same type of magic. He wasn't sure he could feel out a child, even with it being his own.

"Not that, he cried a bit. I think he finds it shameful to love or be worried over that love. Help him Col, don't make it worse." It was blunt and matter of fact and exactly what he would expect from him. Neither of them were great at dealing with other people but at least Kells could fake it a little better.

"Swear, I'll try." He sighed back, kissing the man's cheek as he passed. That was the thing, Tom had once been his parent but he was also Dom's and they both knew the demon would rather have his mate supported. It made him trust the witch even more. He took a step around him and pushed open their bedroom door to find Dom curled on the bed. He was under some thick blankets but his pale face was just visible and as Kells closed the door behind him the boy looked over. The second their eyes met the devil realized how pink his were and they started to well again as he neared the bed. "Shit Domie, I'm so sorry." He soothed, crawling up next to him. He laid on his side in a similar position so they could keep eye contact and hold hands between them. He focused his grace and tried to send another wave of healing through his omega but he was still learning.

"Don't apologize. I'm fine." The kid sniffled and tried to smile but it felt weak around the edges even to the human. "Sorry I freaked out like tha'. Jus' a little blood and I panic- great show."

Keliphos scoffed and moved closer, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's hand. "You were calm as fuck compared to me. I think there's a hole in Tom's floor." He cringed, trying to make his mate smile.

"I could 'ear yas. Dunno 'ow I got so scared Kells. We jus' found out." His voice went soft and small as if he was trying to keep their conversation a secret.

"I know. Me too." The devil sighed. "I guess we have to face it."

"Face wha'?"

"We're like… parents." Col joked, sticking his tongue out and scrunching his nose. He was thousands of years old but he'd never once thought of himself as an adult. Yet there they were, responsible for a very small life. "You loooove them." He still couldn't claim he was an adult though and he didn't plan to any time soon.

"Piss off! You do! Pussy." Dom scoffed, playing right back. His voice was wet and thick with emotion. His face was still pink and his sinuses stuffed. Keliphos could heal a lot but not if the boy just kept crying. He would wait and try to help his asthmatic bitch breathe when he was calm.

"Isn't that how we got into this? You calling me a pussy?"

"Oi, blaming me? 'Ow bloody dare yas. I weren't begging you to try and break me." He huffed back before blushing somehow pinker. He certainly had begged something exactly like that. "You is a pussy. Look at you. Wha' ya gonna do when our baby falls?"

"It'll be fine cause we'll live in a padded room."

Dom rolled his eyes but smiled something a lot more real. He tried pulling his mate closer by his hand, before he thought better of it and raised the mountain of blankets. The air chilled his naked skin and Kells stared a moment before finally wiggling against him. The nephalem had only dressed in shorts when he left the room, something he could grab and stumble into as he ran to find Tom so when they rolled together they were flesh to flesh almost everywhere. Kells would swear he could feel the omega even plusher but he wouldn't say anything.

"So a trimester aye?" Dom sighed as he pressed his forehead to his alpha's shoulder. He wasn't hiding but it was certainly easier to talk that way. Kells froze, his eyes blinking fast as he tried to process how he knew. "Tom talks louder 'an he finks. I told yas to stop 'iding shite but I get it. Tha's… fuck."

The devil pet soothingly down his spine but he wasn't sure what to say. It scared him too, he wasn't anymore ready for their babe than Dom was. "Don't worry, it will slow down." That… wasn't his voice and it wasn't Tom's. The demon had a knife in his hand before he even moved and he sat up enough to look around. He knew the voice though, he was just surprised she would appear in their fucking bedroom. "Hello boys, weren't you expecting me?" Rowena grinned, acting as if she owned the place when she took a seat on the bed behind Dom. She was beautiful as always but a little worse for wear. He just hoped Astaroth didn't know what they were after. "Oh you poor love, the wee one gave you a fright?" Her Scottish accent always felt thicker than her bright red hair when she was trying to ease someone's worries. For the Queen of Hell she was sweeter to those she loved than anyone expected but she learned the hard way to savor what she had. Poor thing. He tucked the knife back under the pillow and relaxed but he couldn't completely. If she was here that meant something was going on.

"I'm alright. It was jus' a bit of blood. Are you okay?" Dom asked as he looked up at her. He knew she was a friend to his family and even though he was a little shocked she felt it okay to pop in their room he didn't want to be rude to her. She was helping. Her dark eye makeup was still perfect but her hair looked tousled, her skin a little messy.

"Oh, did our boy go a mite too hard? He never has understood his own power." The way her 'r's rolled almost made it easier to handle knowing she was talking from experience. He didn't blame either of them but he couldn't help wondering… she had to be good. She winked down at him as his mate scoffed, he knew the demon wanted to reassure him but he didn't want to insult his queen. "Love makes all the difference. Now, shall we talk?"

"Did you find him? Are you okay? Did Astaroth find you?" Kells didn't mean to go overboard but he was worried. He wanted to save Ramiel without fighting. He genuinely wanted to save their revenge until Dom could join him.

Rowena's perfectly manicured hand disappeared under the blanket and Dom jumped. "Um… tha's not me belly luv."

"Oops! I overreached. There we are. Aren't you a lucky one Keliphos." She purred and Dom flushed hot. "Your father doesn't know, I found Ramiel locked away and managed to get him free but I'm not able to bring him to Earth myself. Astaroth used the cage Kells. I don't know how but… You're lucky you asked me. Before now I thought I was the only one who knew how to open it. I believe he has the Horsemen's rings, it's the easiest way to come and go. However, that means we have far more trouble than we thought." She huffed.

Dom was more confused than he could explain, of course he'd heard of some of these things- he read the books like any Hunter history buff but he assumed all those items would be protected. It didn't help that she was softly rubbing his belly and probably touching his boyfriend in the process. But it felt oddly calming and comforting so he didn't want to cause a fuss. He'd never had a mother's touch besides Tom and he wasn't sure if she was being sexual or truly just checking on the baby or possibly both.

"Thank you Row, seriously. Wait… you couldn't get him to Earth?" Kells asked, a pit forming in his stomach.

Suddenly the door flew open and Tom was standing there frazzled and holding a cast iron frying pan like a weapon. He looked ready to kick ass until he realized it was her and he relaxed. "Well your reaction time is getting slow with your age Tom dear." She teased him and he flipped her off.

"Are you alright?" He asked, moving closer to the bed. He knew better than most that she wouldn't normally be late unless something went wrong and with everything that was at stake he was anxious already.

"I'm perfectly fine, it took me a bit longer to spell the poor boy with protection and I… I was trying to free him." She sighed.

"But you just said-" Kells started to interject.

"I freed him from the cage but Astaroth trapped him in hell. Somehow he was able to lock his grace inside his vessel and chain that vessel to hell. I even tried taking Ramiel through Purgatory but it was no use. He starts to die the moment he attempts to leave. It's magic I barely understand." They all knew how hard that was for her to admit, she was the strongest witch besides Tom that anyone knew of and even then there were some things Tom bowed to her for. "I hoped perhaps you could help."

Dom looked up to Keliphos then to Tom, he thought she must be talking to one of them until Kells started to talk back to her. "He just fucking- no. Fuck that shit Row, respectfully. I'm not allowing my damn baby mama in hell!"

"Wait, fuck you Kells. Shut up! Ain't tha' me choice? I'm jus' confused! 'Ow could I 'elp? I barely know magic." He grumbled back but he kept his voice soft. He understood Col's fear. They'd just spent the morning thinking their child was hurt. He wasn't sure he even wanted to go himself and risk anything but if it was for Ramiel… if he could truly help he had to.

"I like the fire in this one, you did well with him Tom. And you, Kells… How did it feel having your wings back?" She asked and they all went silent. The demon knew his fellow ancient was surprised but he didn't know how to explain. He didn't even know how to talk back to her over something like that. "Dominic here is a dark magic null. Have you not noticed yet?"

Dom blinked slowly, his jade eyes looking up to meet hers. "Wha' you mean? Null? I been cursed Row, dark magic works on me." He couldn't understand what she meant. What the fuck was she on about?

"No love, Astaroth only revealed the truth of what you already were. It was simply a light magic glamor that hid your true nature. Think about it, you carry his babe inside you even though he's been cursed not to create life. The longer you two are together the more his angelic side is able to shine. You reverse dark magic just being near. I believe you are the only one who can save the angel my dear." The room fell silent. Everyone sat confused and staring except Tom who just looked scared.

"Wha' um… wha' you mean Row? I weren't born an omega. I'm 'uman. I'm 'uman." His voice broke, tears burning his eyes again. "Aren't I? Tom?… tell 'er?"

"I… I'll have to look into it. Don't worry though, we'll figure it out. I'm sorry Dom, I never want you frightened." The hidden goddess was terrified and everyone could tell. For once both Dom and Kells knew he was hiding something but they didn't push. There was too much happening for them to be at odds at the moment.

"I know." The boy whispered back but he was scared to say too much. He was just surprised his mate wasn't lunging.

"At least be content in the knowledge your babe is a strong one. About the size of a kiwi fruit. Lovely." The Queen purred, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh." Dom hummed, he was still too shocked to say much else. He wished he could be more normal and just get to focus on that but one thing at a time. "Fank you Row, I'd love to 'elp wiv Ramiel. Shall we?"

Keliphos arched a brow and wanted to stop time from moving. He couldn't stand the thought of his mate in hell but… it was his choice and he wouldn't piss the kid off. "Can we have a minute? Please?" He asked, nodding thankfully when the witches left the room. "Can you just give me a fucking minute? Just… please?"

He didn't have to ask, Dom was thankful for it too. He knew they probably needed to talk but instead his alpha pulled him flush against his chest and held him tight. He wasn't sure how they needed the exact same thing but it felt perfect, all he could do was breathe him in and let himself melt against his boyfriend. How could so much go mad so quickly? He couldn't even face most of it. For just a moment he tried to ignore everything else and focus on what good they had going for them. Their baby was healthy and big. "A kiwi… I wonder if it's fuzzy too." He tried to tease and Kells chuckled against his hair. For just a moment maybe time could stand still, if only so they could breathe and bond together.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

To anyone who saw this post before I fixed it? You didn't 🫣 it was an accidental click. I hope you enjoyed this! I know it's a little stressful but I hope still good. Sorry no kinktober post. How is Dom a null? What is he really? What is Tom STILL hiding? Can they save Ramiel? Keep reading to find out! Thank you 🖤⚰️

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dragonflight203 · 8 months ago

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Mass Effect 2 replay, exploring:

-As others have mentioned, the N7 missions in ME2 are a mixed bag.

They have more variety than ME1 assignments, but frequently do little to nothing to contribute to the story, world building, or even character development. Most of them are just a change of gameplay. By comparison, ME1 assignments normally tied into the over arching plot or side plots in some fashion.

Still, I’ll do them for completeness. And experience.

Ploitari

-MSV Estevanico – This is such a ridiculous mission. Yes, let’s send the first human spectre to explore a wrecked ship balanced precariously on the edge of a cliff.

Just, why? What is the point of this mission? Shepard can’t send an email to Anderson to check out this wreck? Cerberus doesn’t have any salvage crews? Hell, there’s no Cerberus personnel on the Normandy they can send? Why does Shepard have to go? How about I send someone small and light on their feet, like Kasumi?

-The planet is also disappointing. A skybox like Earth, a world like Earth. C’mon, if you’re going to have me explore a teetering ship at least get a bit creative with the background.

Normandy

-There’s a quick bit of autodialogue when speaking to Jack. Very minor, but this is making me aware of how much more there is in ME2 than ME1.

-Jack reminds me a lot of Aria: Bioware really wanted them both to come across as tough and powerful, but it feels like they’re trying too hard.

-With everything Jack’s done and claims to believe, it’s still baffling she’s sticking around. You’d expect her to bail first time the Normandy lands on Omega or the Citadel. More likely Omega.

Yes, she obviously wants friends and a place to belong. But what has Shepard done to make themself worthy of Jack’s trust so far, however slight?

Obviously it’s needed for the plot, but I wish Bioware had provided a better reason.

-Of course the first thing Grunt feels is hatred of turians.

Grunt: I get it. I hate turians. I thought you’d be glad.

Well, it’s better than nothing I suppose.

-What’s interesting is his logic. He doesn’t hate them because of Okeer or because they’re turian. He hates them because of what turians have done.

Can’t say I agree with the logic of hating an entire species of past actions, but at least it’s not inherent xenophobia.

-Also find interesting his innate conviction that revenge is necessary. Turians killed Shiagur, so krogans to had to response with an equal or worse action.

And conveniently, once again, the fact that krogans dropped asteroids on turian colonies isn’t mentioned. I suppose only krogans are permitted to respond to violence with violence, not vice versa. Unless the turians dropping an asteroid on Canrum would have been acceptable?

Regardless, the cycle of violence in krogan life is highlighted here. If every act of violence must be met with an equal or greater act, there’s no ability to deescalate. Everyone just keeps pummeling each other until only one party is left standing.

That doesn’t lend itself to playing with in a multi species civilization.

Faryar

-Eclipse Smuggling Depot – On insanity this is ridiculous. I did the trick of luring the mechs one at a time to the shuttle, and ran out of ammo on the third. Had to keep circling around the shuttle and spam reave. Did manage to save all the boxes at least.

-Once again, disappointing environment. Earth like skybox and world. Bioware, if you’re going to the trouble of making each mission unique please make them look like I’m on an alien world.

Normandy

-Jack’s life is just one tragedy after another, and I can’t tell how much of it is her fault.

Presumably some of it is – what are the odds of having that many things go wrong without some of it being your own responsibility? - but going strictly by what she says she seems to just have the worst luck.

Any time anything slightly good happens it immediately blows up in her face.

-Still, it’s very obvious that she wants people to care. She’s screaming for it – multiple times in her talks she leaves openings for Shepard to ask for more information.

She tells you about her tattoos. Some of them are things she’s lost, but they’re not your business. It’s better to be lonely than to let someone get close enough to hurt her. She does the smart thing when people fuck with her, even if it means killing her friends. You should remember that.

If Jacob is a feral cat that won’t let you get too close, Jack is the cat that ran into your house, hid under your bed, creeps out at night to eat the feed you leave out, and hisses at you when you shine a flashlight on her to check if she’s all right.

Amun

-The storytelling here is very well done. You could easily miss this entire system, but the planet descriptions tell a fascinating story.

Essentially, to stay competitive with batarian slavery Anhur abolished the minimum wage. This led to a civil war over whether or not slavery would be permitted. The abolitionists won by hiring Eclipse mercenaries. Slaves during the war still got fucked over by working in camps without mass effect fields to maintain gravity; the resulting bone loss meant they’d be crippled on standard gravity worlds.

-Some of it does strain credibility, however. I don’t think abolishing the minimum wage would immediately result in the reinstutition of slavery.

But it does raise interesting questions of how a galactic economy where slavery is the norm for one power would work. There absolutely would be pressure on the other powers to adopt it if it was required to stay competitive, and many of the less scrupulous among them would consider it.

-Wrecked Merchant Freighter – Finally, an alien world! The orange tendrils moving around in the skybox are very pretty.

-Also, a mission where vanguard is actually useful. There were a couple of close calls, but I managed to charge out without needing to fight.

Magus

-Fleet – The Blood Pack use this planet as a vorcha training and breeding ground.

“Breeding” vorcha has come up a few times – mostly on Omega, as one of its broadcasts – and each time it makes me angry. Vorcha might be short lived, but they’re still sentient. They shouldn’t be bred and trained like you would dogs.

And the depressing bit is these training and breeding programs might be better than being exterminated as vermin like they are on Omega.

Just… The Vorcha really got fucked over by their biology, and they deserve better than the treatment they receive.

Strano

-Jarrahe Station – Argh. I hate the breathing masks some squad members get instead of proper helmets in ME2. Both Miranda and Kasumi get them, so this will be a continuous annoyance on this playthrough.

-Normandy is visible through the windows. Nice touch.

-The station VI provides some dark humor through this mission.

In the Living Quarters, it advises intruders to engage in self destruct procedures to avoid death by starvation.

So sweet of it to care.

-I have no idea how enabling doors in the Living Quarters works. I just keep pressing the computers until they’re all enabled.

-Why are there windows smashed all over? How did all these people die?

Most of them are lying in puddles of blood, something killed them.

I presume security mechs killed them and shot open the windows. However, if so where are the mechs? Why doesn’t the station VI send them after Shepard?

-The station VI attempted to upload itself to the Normand (well, docked vessel – maybe a shuttle?) just before you shut it down. I suppose that’s to show how the virus is spreading?

#mass effect #mass effect 2 #mass effect 2 replay

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mirrorballmika · 2 years ago

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freefall (ao3)

prompt: I’ve got you, I’ve got you. hurt/comfort.

“Have I mentioned that I hate this plan?” Bose asks. “Because I do. I really hate this plan.”

“Trust me, none of us want this,” Ray sighs. “But it’s not like we have another option.”

Bose isn’t sure how much he believes that. They’ve only been in this predicament for a day, maybe a little more. There must be other options, yet here they are. At least a dozen silver wires run from Mika’s head and neck like strands of a spiderweb, hooking her up to what looks like a modified game system from the 90s. With the thick box screen and black joystick, he’s not sure how else to describe it.

It doesn’t matter. What does matter is Mika and her deathlike grip on his hand. It’s the only thing that betrays the cool bravery on her face and in her body. She sits on what Schwoz called a bed, but it doesn’t look nearly comfortable enough to be called that, and she’s either pretending to be listening or actually listening as Schwoz outlines the fine details.

“Now, when you’re asleep, this machine will allow us to navigate through your brain and into your subconscious,” he explains.

“And if there’s still a part of Rick Twitler’s memories in there, it might help us work out what his next move is,” Ray adds.

“And you’re sure this will work?” Mika asks.

“And you’re sure it’s safe?” Bose adds, just loud enough for them to hear him. Ray freezes, and his gaze shifts from Mika to Bose. He tries to hide it, but Bose has seen that look before. It’s almost permanently etched on his stepdad’s face; the one where he’s desperately trying to hold back an eye-roll.

He drops his eyes to the floor and decides to save his pity for later.

“Yes, it’s safe,” he says. “As safe as it can be anyway. As for whether it’ll work… only one way to find out.”

A myriad of responses rush to the front of his mind but he dismisses all of them in one swoop. They’ve all learned what fighting with Ray can cause and they don’t need it now. Instead, he turns to Mika and tilts her face to his, using his hand to block out the other two.

“You don’t need to do this,” he says in a low voice. “We can find out Twitler’s plan without this.”

“Yeah, a way that takes twice as long,” she tells him. Her hand leaves his and travels up his arm, a gesture that in most cases would be soothing. The corners of her mouth and he almost smiles back. “I’ll be fine, trust me.”

He’s not sure he believes that. But he also knows he can’t talk her out of this. Sometimes he doesn’t know who’s the more stubborn one; her or Ray. So instead of pressing he settles for kissing her forehead and pushing his hands on the bed so she can’t feel his shaking.

They stay like that for a second or so, foreheads pressed together like they can stop time if they hold each other long enough.

Unfortunately, the Omega Weapon didn’t grant them that power. So Mika nuzzles him and then turns away, sliding her hand into his as their only contact. Bose watches as with a determined nod, Bose watches as Mika lies back on the bed. Her dark eyes stare up at the ceiling, white light reflecting in their pupils. She exhales, long and steady, and squeezes Bose’s hand.

“Let’s do this,” she says. Ray steps back as Schwoz comes over, a needle glinting in his hand. Mika’s eyes don’t move as he wipes down her arm, but her hand grips Bose’s so tightly it might burst. Bose doesn’t complain. He wouldn’t even if she ripped his arm off.

“Just take a deep breath,” Schwoz tells her. He moves the needle into position on her arm. Mika’s jaw is so tight that he worries it might snap.

“Do it.”

Bose doesn't watch him insert the needle. Instead, he watches Mika’s face. She gasps a little when the needle pierces her skin, then her eyes flutter shut and her features start to relax. In seconds, her desperately tight hold on his hand weakens until it’s just him holding onto limp fingers.

He whispers her name softly but firmly, and his hand brushes her warm cheek. Nothing.

“Okay,” Ray says flatly. “She’s out for the count. Let’s do this.” Bose’s eyes don’t leave his mentor’s as Schwoz begins. Ray’s expression is unreadable, his face half hidden by a closed fist. His usual larger-than-life demeanour is shrunk down to size and something is unsettling about it.

Ray glances across at him and for a second, Bose finds a vulnerability that’s so unlike Ray that he’s convinced he imagined it.

“I’m in Mika’s memories,” Schwoz announces. “In her short-term memory now…”

“So like… the things she did today?”

“Yes.” Schwoz’s tongue pokes out the corner of his mouth as he concentrates. He moves the joystick with incredible carefulness Bose forgets for a second how chaotic he usually is. “Okay, shifting into her long-term-”

“I still think this is too risky,” Bose hears himself say. He looks over at Schwoz again and tries not to think about what could happen if that careful, dedicated focus breaks.

“I know,” Ray replies. He opens his mouth like he’s about to say more, but nothing comes and he just keeps hanging halfway between Mika and Schwoz, his gaze shifting between them. “I know.”

His voice comes out shaky, unsteady, and it’s then that Bose’s anger gives way to something else. He wonders, in that brief moment, if Ray is thinking about Henry at this moment. He also wonders how he should feel about that.

A sharp groan from Mika draws their attention back to her. Her forehead creases slightly, tension locking her jaw.

“What’s happening?”

“Shifting into some unpleasant memories,” Schwoz says. “Mika is reliving things she’d rather forget.”

“Well get out of there!”

“I can’t. Not right away.” Schwoz’s eyes stay on the monitor, but his mouth presses into a thin line. “This is a delicate business.

Bose sighs and looks back at Mika. On the surface, he doesn’t doubt what Schwoz said. If he trusts anyone to get Mika out of this safely, it’s him. That doesn’t make him want to rip those wires out of her and smash that computer to pieces. It just means that he won’t. Because he’s smarter than he pretends he is and he’s gotten good at ignoring and repressing his anger over the years. Now is just the best time to practice it.

“Bose.” He looks up to find Ray standing over him, his hands wringing in front of his chest. “You don’t have to be here. I’m sure AWOL and Volt wouldn’t say no to some help. Bose bites his tongue. He knows full well the reason Miles was sent on patrol with Chapa was because he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing Mika like this. Hell, it was Mika’s idea that he go. He also knows that he promised Miles that he wouldn’t leave Mika’s side until it was over.

Not that he was ever planning to. But he made that promise to himself and both Macklin twins, which is why he runs his thumb over Mika’s knuckles and replies “yeah, I do”.

He doesn’t see Ray’s reaction.

Mika only gets worse the further Schwoz goes. Her steady breathing turns into short, quick gasps, broken by pained moans. The monitor across from them grows louder as her heart grows more frantic. Bose can only sit helplessly at her side, try not to drown in his uselessness and attempt to make it bearable. He runs his finger lightly across her cheek and brushes her hair away from her face.

“It’s okay,” he tells her quietly. “It’s okay, I’m right here. I’ve got you, it’s okay.” Her fingers tighten around his and he squeezes back. “It’s okay.”

If his words have any effect, it’s drowned out by whatever is going on in Mika’s brain. At some point, Schwoz declares he’s entering her subconscious, and the whimper Mika gives feels more like a plea for help. Bose raises his efforts to ease her pain, but they feel even more futile than they did before.

He guesses there’s only so much one guy can do.

“Schwoz, is this nearly over?” he asks. Mika is almost entirely on her side, curled up with her back to Schwoz’s machine. Her face is screwed with fear and pressed into her knees like she’s hiding. Bose pushes her hair away only to find his hand trembling. “Schwoz?”

“Almost there,” Schwoz says in a voice he guesses is meant to be reassuring. “I’ve located all of her memories from when she was possessed by Rick Twitler. All I have to do is enter.”

Silence falls over the three of them. Even Mika’s whimpering grows quiet. Because this is it. Mika told him about how it all felt on her side. He listened as she told him how she was held hostage in her own body, how loudly she had screamed when it started. How she was in the same room as all of them but felt a kind of loneliness she didn’t know existed. He watched as she fought to feel at home in her skin again. He was there for the shaking and the crying and the sweating and once or twice for the throwing up.

He can’t make her go through that again.

Bose looks up at Ray and finds a surprising amount of apprehension. Maybe Mika told him. Maybe she didn’t and he still knows. For a second, the look on Ray’s face makes him think it’s over.

Then he’s reminded who he’s with. Ray turns to Schwoz and says “let’s get this over with”.

Bose considers himself a forgiving person, but right now his limits are being tested.

It’s only seconds of Schwoz moving the joystick before Mika mumbles “no”. It starts quietly, her voice breaking on that one syllable, before it comes again, louder.

“No.”

Her body curls in on itself even more, and her hand clings to Bose’s like he’s a liferaft. The monitor’s beeping becomes stronger until it’s punching Bose’s skull. Mika’s free hand grips the mattress, her nails digging into the fabric.

She calls out “no, please, no”. A tear bursts from her eyelid and runs down her cheek, followed by another, then another, and Bose can’t take it anymore.

“Stop it,” he says. Still holding Mika’s hand, he looks over at Schwoz and Ray, his anger riling behind his gritted teeth. “Stop it. Get her out.”

“Bose, we can’t-”

“I don’t care!” The words echo across the room. He looks down at Mika through his falling hair and feels his cheeks burn. Mika shakes her head roughly, half-breathing and half-sobbing. “I don’t care whether or not it worked, just get her out of there!”

There’s a moment when no one says anything. Bose hears his words repeated back to him and his voice has never sounded so unfamiliar. Mika whimpers again, louder than before. Bose looks down and almost stops breathing. Even in their line of work, he didn’t think it was possible for someone to look so scared.

He swallows the lump in his throat and whispers “please”.

Ray’s face is almost completely hidden from view, but he nods and Bose almost lets himself be relieved. Almost.

“Get her out Schwoz.”

Schwoz doesn’t push back. Instead, he runs to the monitor and does whatever he needs to do with a steely determination. Bose waits, Mika’s heartbeat punctuating the seconds, and braces himself for whatever is about to happen.

Mika’s eyes fly open, her hands grasping desperately at him. Her nails scratch against his skin, but he doesn’t care. Her terrified cries fill the Man’s Nest, her words overlapping and bleeding into a horrified jumble.

Bose moves with her as she sits up, one hand on her back as he tries to cut through the images she’s still seeing in her mind.

“It’s okay, I’m here,” he tells her. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, it’s okay. I’m here, it’s okay.”

He repeats it for what could be minutes or hours until her screaming dies down. He repeats it even then, whispering in her ear with her head on his chest. Even when he’s just competing with her heavy gasps, he doesn’t stop. Her hands are balled up in his shirt, her body shaking against his chest. He keeps telling her that he's got her and she's okay and he's right there.

He presses a kiss to her head just as she speaks up.

“Bose?”

“I’ve got you,” he says softly. He holds her closer and links his fingers through hers. “I’ve got you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ray and Schwoz in the corner.

“It’s okay,” he breathes.

Seconds pass in silence. Bose blinks and finds his eyes damp and his cheeks sticky. When did he start crying?

Mika shifts so that her face is pressed into the crook of his neck. No doubt whatever he’s feeling, she’s feeling ten times over, plus some things he’ll never get.

“Did we do it?” she asks.

In the corner, Ray shakes his head.

On the one hand, Bose couldn’t care less if it worked or not.

On the other… it means Mika went through all that for nothing and Twitler’s still one step ahead of them. And she’ll blame herself, regardless of what he says otherwise.

So he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he kisses her head again and reminds her that he’s got her.

If he can’t promise anything else, he can promise that.

#bomika #bomika fanfic #mika macklin #bose o'brien #danger force #danger force fanfic #bose x mika #bomika stans come get yall juice

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luminnara · 4 years ago

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It’s Been A Long, Long Time | Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader ch 3

Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back…and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Warnings: A/B/O, some light angst

Tags: @kyrah-williams @oceanmermaidwitch @shawnie--jo

Amoretta woke to the sound of a familiar alarm blaring through the compound. It was loud enough to make her wince and curl up, seeking out the warmth of her alpha while he laid next to her. She knew what the sound meant; he was officially finished with his rut, and they were going to be separated again.

The thought made her heart ache. She couldn’t take much more of this. All she wanted was to stay by his side, her instincts telling her that he was the perfect one to watch over and protect her even if she didn’t need a protector. Though all of her suppressants greatly toned down the way she yearned and cried for him, nothing could erase those feelings completely, and each time the guards came to take him away from her, it hurt a little bit more.

“‘Mega,” he said, voice extra low and rumbly from sleeping.

“Alpha,” she sighed, rubbing her nose against his neck.

He returned the gesture, tucking his face down into her scent gland and inhaling deeply. Even though she didn’t smell as strongly as omegas he encountered while out in the field, he loved her scent more than anything he had ever found before. Plus, her own scent being weaker meant that it was easier to cover her with his, and before the guards could come in and order him to leave, he made sure to rub his own gland all over her hair.

Amoretta sighed happily as he scented her, enjoying the smell of motor oil and cloves. If she was lucky, it wouldn’t fade before she got to see him again, and she would be able to at least catch a slight hint of him in her hair whenever she moved.

“My omega,” the soldier purred, nosing her cheek to try and get her to look at him.

She smiled softly, placing a hand on his jaw. “Your omega.”

The sound of a metal door sliding open made her close her eyes. She didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to go back to her cell and spend another three months bored.

“Longing,” a Russian voice over the intercom suddenly said.

Amoretta let out a dejected breath. They were taking him away again.

Her alpha moved to get up, listening to the words he had heard countless times before. His body was moving of its own volition, his limbs untangling themselves from hers even though he wanted to stay right there with her forever.

“Rusted.”

He growled softly, a hand lingering on his omega’s neck.

“Furnace.”

“Don’t go,” she whimpered, staring up at him with big, sad eyes.

His hand moved to cup her cheek, a calloused thumb brushing over her skin. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to do as she asked.

“Daybreak.”

He knew he was supposed to listen to the trigger words. They always commanded him, keeping him in check so that he could never have too much free thought. This time, he knew they would be followed by orders to get up and go back to his quarters so that he could await further instruction.

But he didn’t want to.

“Seventeen.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he had had such a strong urge to disobey. It wasn’t overpowering, by any means, but it was enough for him to hesitate instead of walking away immediately.

“Benign.”

The omega on the cot looked distraught. He didn’t like it. He wanted her to be looking at him, paying attention to him, keeping her focus on him. She shouldn’t be staring at the wall, averting her gaze from the naked alpha before her.

“”Mega,” the soldier said, getting her attention again.

“Nine.”

“Hm?” she looked at him, and she felt like she was getting caught up in those icy blue eyes.

“Homecoming.”

For a moment, he just looked down at her. She was so lovely, so perfect.

“Be good.” he said.

She sat up slightly, staring at him. He had never said that before, not like that, not in that way. He called her good omega, good girl, pretty omega...he told her to be obedient, he praised her whenever she listened to him...but he had never told her be good, not with that tone. It was almost like...a warning, or...a promise?

“One.”

His nostrils flared, chest heaving with a sigh as he turned away from her.

“Wait!” she called, reaching for him.

But he was already facing the door.

“Freight car.”

The soldier bowed his head. “Ready to comply.”

Amoretta let out a pitiful wail, watching helplessly as her alpha was ordered to return to his cell. The worst part was how he did so, and he seemed so willing to leave her behind. She knew he was under HYDRA’s full control, she knew that they liked to go in and mess with his brain whenever he showed any independence, but it still felt like she was being broken up with every single time she had to watch him leave.

“Omega,” the voice said as the door slid shut. “Return to your cell and prepare for cryo.”

Another door opened and she stood slowly, wiping away tears that she knew she shouldn’t have had. She felt stupid for caring so much. Her hopes for a better, normal life were always crushed whenever HYDRA separated them again, and watching him walk away like that without a glance back at her was taking its toll on her emotional health.

Without much other choice, she trudged down the narrow corridor, dragging her feet despite the threat of the cattle prods behind her. While the soldier was obedient enough to be allowed to walk on his own, they never trusted Amoretta, still all too aware of how much she liked to lash out at her handlers.

They shoved her into her holding cell, where she spent about an hour waiting around before they returned to drag her off to the lab. Sometimes, when the soldier wasn’t going to be needed for a while, HYDRA put him in cryo. Amoretta once heard a doctor saying that it was to preserve his longevity, but she was pretty sure it was just that they didn’t want to deal with him all the time. When that happened, they put her into cryogenesis, too, letting her sleep until her alpha was thawed out.

She supposed she should be grateful for the long naps, sometimes spending months or even years at a time not having to think about the way that HYDRA kept her as a prisoner, but she hated it. She didn’t like being away from her alpha, and whenever they brought her back out of cryo, she had a tendency to get sick.

It wasn’t pleasant.

This time, as the doctors strapped her down, she snarled at them. She was tired of this, tired of her life with HYDRA. She was reaching her breaking point, finally.

“Quiet,” a beta doctor snapped, picking up a syringe.

Amoretta rolled her eyes. “Or what?”

He glared at her. “You don’t want to find out.”

“You won’t get rid of me. You need me.” she growled.

“We don’t need you.” the man scoffed. “We can easily find another omega that can take the serum. You aren’t special, Subject 1096.”

“Oh yeah? Then why don’t you?” she dared to ask. “Why give me a number and keep me around for so long if I’m not important?”

“You omegas are always so sappy.” he said, a disgusted tone to his voice. “You’re convinced the Winter Soldier is your mate, aren’t you?”

“He seems to think so.” she said defensively.

“Does he?” the doctor pressed the needle to her arm. “Or is he just happy to have something around to fuck?”

Amoretta wanted to bite his hand off for being so rude. She wanted to scream and snap and thrash, proving that they had made a mistake when they decided to give her of all omegas the serum. She was stronger than they knew. She could tear this doctor apart if she got ahold of his hand as he stood just out of her reach. Amoretta wanted HYDRA to regret the day they chose to make her so powerful.

But the tranquilizer was already being injected into her veins, and she could feel herself floating away. Her vision swam, her skin suddenly feeling cold as she was lowered into her cryo pod for a nice, long, icy nap.

She wished her soldier was there with her, but he wasn’t. Instead, she was all alone, left to sleep and hope for sweet dreams filled with his cold blue eyes and the low rumble of his voice.

“Widow, you copy?”

“Loud and clear, Cap.” a feminine voice said through the earpiece.

Steve Rogers nodded to himself as he crept through the dark hallways. Checking out abandoned HYDRA bases wasn’t his favorite pastime, but it was an important one, and he’d be damned if he let Nat and Clint go without him for a mission like this. Besides, he owed it to Bucky to make sure everything was taken care of; he knew how much it frustrated his friend that he wasn’t allowed near HYDRA facilities yet.

But they just couldn’t risk anything happening, not when he had finally managed to free himself of HYDRA’s influence on his mind.

Thanks, Wakanda.

“What’s your position, Cap?” Natasha asked.

“Northeast hall,” Steve answered as he rounded a corner. “Looks like medical facilities. There’s no sign of--”

As soon as he had opened his mouth, a row of low emergency lights flickered to life on the floor, illuminating his path and bathing the hallway in a red glow.

“There’s still power. Stay alert.” he warned.

“Copy that.”

Shield in hand, Steve made his way to a set of doors, nudging them open as quietly as he could.

He really wasn’t expecting what he saw.

He had definitely stepped into some sort of medical bay, gurneys and instruments left abandoned whenever HYDRA had up and left this place. If it weren’t for the staleness of the air and complete absence of life, it would have looked like the doctors had been there only moments before.

As Steve made his way around crude operating tables, sheet plastic crinkling under his boots, he spotted a soft blue glow coming from a small doorway in the corner of the room. He adjusted his grip, keeping his shield raised just in case, but as he neared the lightsource, he lowered it again.

“Nat, you’re gonna wanna come see this.”

It only took a few minutes for Black Widow to reach her teammate, and when she did, she let out a low whistle.

“That’s a cryo pod.” she said, leaning towards the metal device. “And it sure looks like it’s being used.”

“Is whoever’s in it alive?” Steve asked.

“Only one way to find out. Care to do the honors?” Natasha nodded towards the metal handle on the front of the pod.

“Is this safe?” Steve put down his shield.

“This place has been abandoned since the late 80s. Seems like the end of the Cold War scared HYDRA away from a lot of their bases.” Natasha said, peering through the small, frosted glass window into the pod. “But there’s definitely someone in there.”

“Well, we can’t exactly lug this whole thing out to the plane,” Steve sighed, grabbing the heavy metal handle.

As he wrenched it to the side, he could hear a pneumatic hiss, air rushing out of the lock. With a heavy clang, the pod opened, and Steve was able to pull the door to the side.

Doing so revealed a young woman, her scent too muted by the chill of cryo sleep to tell what her secondary gender was. She was nude, the sight of her causing Steve to avert his gaze in embarrassment. Natasha either didn’t notice or didn’t care, and as she pulled a glove off and pressed her hand to a cold forehead, there seemed to be movement behind the woman’s eyelids.

“Wow. She’s frozen.” Widow commented, moving her hand down to press two fingers against her neck. “...I’ve got a pulse here, though. We’d better get her out to the transport.”

Steve nodded, taking Natasha’s place as she stepped back to call in their find. Still doing his best to be a gentleman and avoid looking at the girl, he quickly unbuckled the brittle leather straps holding the girl in place, freeing her arms and legs before pulling her out of the pod. Her skin was icy against him, but Nat was right--he could feel her heart beating slowly, her pulse speeding up towards something more normal and less like hibernation.

“Here. Found this in a cupboard.” Natasha appeared with a musty blanket in her arms, draping it around the woman’s shoulders.

Steve wrapped it around her before picking her up, finally daring to look down at her now that she was covered. Her hair was long and dark, and though her cheeks were a bit gaunt, no doubt thanks to HYDRA’s general disregard for human life, she didn’t seem too worse for wear. He couldn’t see any bruises on her face or neck, and her scent glands looked to be free of any mating bonds.

Well, at least she wasn’t missing anybody special, right? Being separated from a bonded mate for so long could kill a person, especially if they happened to be an alpha or an omega. Steve still couldn’t smell for sure, but this girl had such a small stature that he had a suspicion she might be the latter.

He caught a glimpse of a thin metal identification band around her wrist, almost like the kind used to track wild animals. On it, Steve could see SUBJECT 1096 stamped in, and he couldn’t help but grimace. What did that mean? That she was an experiment?

As he followed Natasha out into the abandoned hallway, the girl in his arms stirred slightly. She rubbed her cheek against Steve’s chest, nuzzling into him as if searching for a scent. When she didn’t seem to find what she expected, he caught her furrowing her brow, her lips turning down in a slight frown.

“Alpha?” she asked quietly, voice barely audible.

“You’re safe now,” Steve said, trying to reassure her. She was right, he was an alpha, and he did his best to cover her in a calming scent. The last thing he wanted was a panicked omega on his hands.

“Not...alpha…” she said weakly, eyes still closed. She raised a hand, grabbing at Steve’s chest with tired fingers. “T-take me home…”

“We’re going somewhere safe,” he said, quickening his pace. “I promise. You’re okay now.”

She let out a tiny whine, squirming half heartedly in his grip. “Want...my alpha…”

As Steve and Natasha walked out of the hidden HYDRA bunker and waited for Clint to bring the plane down, the scent of fresh air finally roused the omega enough that she opened her eyes. Steve looked down at her, worry written all over his face, and as her gaze met his, she looked disappointed.

Those weren’t the blue eyes she was hoping for. She didn’t know this alpha, and she wanted nothing to do with him. She wanted her soldier back, not this stranger. But she was too tired to fight, still drowsy from her time in cryo, and as he carried her onto the transport, she passed out again, hoping that her alpha would come and find her and take her away from the people she was stuck with now.

“What--what’s this?” Clint asked, turning in the pilot’s seat as Nat and Steve boarded the plane.

“She was in cryo,” Natasha said, grabbing an emergency cot and laying it out in the back. “Pulse is there, but we’ve got no idea how healthy she is otherwise.”

“We need to get her back to the tower.” Steve said, setting her down.

“You got it, Cap.” Clint turned back around. “Weather’s good. Should be just a couple hours til we’re there.”

“I’ll let Bruce know.” Natasha took the copilot’s seat, immediately grabbing a headset to radio back.

As the craft took off, Amoretta was stuck in an unwelcome sleep. The last thing she wanted was to be unconscious right now, when she knew she was surrounded by unfamiliar alphas. She was grateful for the fresh air, but with it came the scents of people, of strangers, and she didn’t like that one bit. As out of it as she was, she knew that she had been taken out of cryo, and everything else just felt wrong.

The alpha she had woken up with wasn’t hers. She had been so happy at first, thinking that her soldier had been the one to carry her out of the base...until she caught his scent and realized that it was wrong. The second she knew she was in someone else’s arms, all she wanted to do was thrash and kick and bite, but she simply didn’t have the strength yet.

So she had to settle for sleeping, and, thankfully, dreaming.

Cryo never seemed to give her dreams, at least not any that she could ever remember. It felt like it had been forever since she had a normal nap, though, and her mind was happy to wander. Thoughts of her soldier swirled around each other, and for the first time in a long time, she was sleeping peacefully.

With nothing else to do, Steve took a seat next to the omega, strapping himself in. And leaning back with a sigh. Who was she, and why was her scent so muted? He had never encountered an omega who was so...well, scentless before. Even when they took suppressants to keep their heats at bay, they still reeked of omega. He never thought anything could change that, but apparently, something could.

As they flew home, he found himself staring down at her, wondering why HYDRA had her in cryo for so long. She had to be important for them to keep her around, right? They weren’t known for wasting their time with people they couldn’t use. But, then again...what use could they possibly have for an omega who didn’t even smell like one? It didn’t make sense.

“Maybe she was a test subject.” Natasha said, practically reading his mind.

“Think so?” Steve asked, tearing his eyes away from the omega to look at the spy.

“We found her in a lab.” She shrugged. “Before the Berlin Wall came down, they had their hands in everything. The Soviets funded countless experiments on omegas.”

Steve frowned. “Guess I missed a lot while I was in that ice.”

“Eh, not much.” Clint said. “Just the same old shit.”

Steve gave him a look.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Same old stuff. Better, goody two shoes?”

“Better.”

Barton snorted a laugh. “Come on, work is the one place I can swear without a kid overhearing! You’ve gotta give me a pass once in a while.”

“Never said you couldn’t swear,” Steve sighed, leaning his head back again. He wanted to know what HYDRA was doing with this omega. Were they experimenting on her? She looked like she was fairly healthy, so whatever they had done must not have taken much of a physical toll on her.

There was also the matter of why they had left her behind when they abandoned their base. There hadn’t been any signs of struggle, at least not that he had seen. It looked like HYDRA had simply chosen to get up and leave one day a few decades ago, with no obvious reasoning as to why.

Steve had to admit he didn’t really understand why they did what they did. His job wasn’t to analyze their motives, though; his job was to stop them, and that’s what he was going to do. Rescuing this omega was just one small part of that. Of course, it would help if he knew why he had stumbled across her, and what they had been using her for.

As soon as they landed, Bruce’s assistants were waiting with a gurney, Dr. Banner himself standing nearby. Steve rushed the still-sleeping omega out, placing her down as gently as he could and then watching as she was taken inside to their medical facilities.

“So...you found her in cryo?” Bruce asked, following after his new patient.

Steve nodded stiffly. “There was no one else there. The whole place was running on backup batteries.”

Banner made a thoughtful noise as they walked inside. “She’s been asleep this whole time?”

“She woke up briefly while I was carrying her out to the transport. Other than that, she’s been out cold.”

“We’ll have to run some tests to see what’s going on with her.”

“Is she gonna be alright, Doc?” Steve asked.

Bruce stopped outside the lab doors. “Without knowing how long she was on ice and what exactly they were doing with her...it’s hard to say.”

Steve frowned.

“But...the fact that she hasn’t gone into shock yet is a good sign.” He turned to enter the room. “I’ll have FRIDAY grab you when I’ve got more answers.”

Steve just nodded, standing back and watching the doctor disappear after the mystery omega. Banner was a good guy, and as an omega himself, he would do everything he could to ensure that this one was well taken care of. Steve had no doubt in his mind that Bruce would see that she pulled through.

Something wasn��t sitting right about all this, though. The situation was bothering him beyond belief. Seriously, what was going on? What was he missing? What was so special about subject 1096?

Maybe Bucky would have an idea.

#alpha bucky #alpha bucky barnes #alpha!bucky x omega!reader #alpha!bucky #abo #omegaverse #it's been a long long time #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x oc #avengers x reader #avengers x oc

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writing-by-gayrainbowbridge · 3 years ago

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Keep Fighting

Inspiration From This Lovely Prompt By murdermuffinkink:

Loki and Tony are in abusive relationships with each of their partners. Loki had long since given up on getting out of his own but when he sees Tony still struggling and fighting against Steve, he decides that if he can't get out of his own abusive relationship with Thor, he can at least help Tony get out of his.

⚠️Warnings: Abusive Relationship(s), Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Omega Verse, Self Harm, Suicide Attempt, Etc.⚠️

Enjoy 💚❤

Loki had given up nearly two hundred years ago in getting away from Thor. He tried many times but Thor had a tight hold on his leash, never letting Loki get far.

So, after what felt like a thousand years of fighting his relationship with Thor, he finally gave up and gave in, simply letting it happen. At least it was less painful when he was pliant and obedient.

When he had fallen from the Bifrost, he had thought for a minute, maybe he could finally be free. Free of Thor and all the hurt he'd caused. But it was never so easy for him.

Thor managed to get his hands back on Loki after he lost during the attack on New York. Thor was determined to never let Loki slip away again, using Loki's 'evil villain' status as an excuse to restrict Loki's magic to the point that it was barely there anymore.

Loki didn't tell anyone of how he was tortured for months and forced to attack Midgard. Who would believe him?

For a minute, Loki had been glad he lost. It was always the plan to lose, to be captured by the Avengers and taken back to Asgard and thrown in a cell. At least then, Thor wouldn't be able to touch him again.

But Thor never ended up taking him back to Asgard. He had instead asked Steve Rogers, the leader of the Avengers group if Loki could stay on Midgard.

Thor had played all teary eyed, telling the Avengers how he knew Loki was good inside, how he just needed some time to remember who he was. Not that Loki could forget. He remembered who he was before Thor had taken his whole world and freedom away from him. There had never been a choice for him.

Steve had agreed to let Loki stay, apparently moved by Thor caring so much for the wayward villain, so long as it was at the Tower where the Avengers could keep an eye on him.

They figured out soon enough why that was, how Thor cared for Loki as a lover. It sickened Loki that the Avengers didn't have a problem with it, that it was completely fine.

Sometimes, Loki had dark thoughts. Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he simply ended it all. Would anyone notice? Would anyone care? He was sure Thor would but that wasn't because he cared. He would only be upset that he lost his favourite toy.

The only reason Loki hadn't tried was because one, it was ridiculously hard to kill himself, not because he wasn't able to go through with it but because he was a god. God's were terribly hard to kill. Loki would know. He'd tried to kill Thor hundreds of times before. Never mind how many times he'd tried to kill himself.

And two was because of a certain mortal genius.

Loki wasn't sure at first what it was about Tony Stark that drew him. Sure, Tony was rather handsome and very intelligent for a mortal but there was something else about him that Loki...related to. The nearly defeated look in his eyes that were always cast towards the floor.

It wasn't until Loki saw Tony with Steve that he understood what it was that drew him.

It was early in the morning, Loki always getting up before Thor, (because if he didn't, he would end up under Thor for the rest of the morning) sitting at the kitchen table. Loki didn't speak to the other Avengers much, opting to pretend he was too tired to talk so he didn't have to converse with anyone. Nor, he thought, did any of them want to.

Steve was making everyone breakfast like he did every morning, Natasha and Clint talking to one another. Bruce wasn't yet awake and Tony was a wild card. He could still be asleep or he could have been holed up in his lab, getting no sleep the entire night.

Apparently the latter as Tony arrived a little while later as Steve was serving up breakfast, Tony looking bleary eyed as he made a beeline for the coffee machine.

Steve turned his head, watching with a frown as Tony poured himself a mug. "You didn't come to bed last night."

"I got busy," Tony said with a slight shrug, giving Steve a gentle smile. "Did you miss me, Captain?"

Steve frowned disapprovingly. "I'm being serious, Tony. I told you not to be in the lab all the time."

Tony sighed as he filled a mug. "I've been getting plenty of sleep, alright? Relax, Stevie, I'm fine."

"Tony," Steve said, his tone taking on a slightly warning edge, stepping closer to the genius.

Loki was the only one who saw Tony flinch, eyes flicking down to the floor. "I'll try not to go in the lab so much, okay?"

"Good," Steve said with a nod, a smile suddenly on his face at Tony's agreement. "Want some breakfast?"

Loki glanced at Tony who wasn't smiling, eyes down at his drink as he nodded his head. Tony looked up at the others, almost like he was checking to see if anyone had noticed and frowned when he saw Loki watching him.

But Loki didn't look away and neither did Tony. Not until strong arms suddenly wrapped around Loki from behind and a voice spoke in his ear. "There you are, Loki."

Loki didn't greet Thor back, instead tearing his gaze from Tony's as he looked pointedly back at his plate of untouched food.

After that, Loki continued to watch how Tony acted around Steve. He was always defiant at first, always arguing with whatever Steve told him but as soon as Steve made one threatening movement, so subtle that nobody but Loki noticed, Tony would immediately shut up and agree with whatever Steve had said.

There was a difference between him and Tony though. Tony was clearly still fighting back whereas Loki had already given up.

It was...refreshing though it hurt, reminding Loki of a time he used to fight back too. He didn't want to see Tony suffer how he did but he didn't know how he was meant to help without alerting Thor or even Steve to what he was doing.

But Loki would try to help Tony fight.

Because if he couldn't save himself, he could at least try and save Tony.

...

Tony wished he could get away from Steve sometimes. That he could simply leave.

But he couldn't. Nobody would listen to an Omega complain about how their Alpha abused them. Abused Omega's were always ignored, told that they were overreacting, that they were too soft and couldn't handle a little pressure.

Of course, he could always just kick Steve out of the Tower, make him leave. But that could cause more problems than Tony wanted to deal with. Fury would have his hide if he pulled something like that. As much as Tony didn't want to admit it, the world needed Captain America.

So Tony gritted his teeth and pushed through it. Besides, it wasn't so bad. Steve could get angry and a little too rough sometimes but it wasn't anything that Tony couldn't deal with.

And it had been fine until he realized he wasn't the only one who was being forced into a relationship he didn't want.

Jarvis had brought it to his attention, how Loki didn't eat much, barely got enough sleep and was constantly injured in some way.

Tony, despite being a genius, had been a little slow on trying to figure out how and why Loki was getting so hurt when all he did was lounge around the Tower.

But then he thought of Thor, how the god was always hovering over Loki. At least, Tony had assumed it was because he didn't want Loki getting up to no good. But it had been months since the attack and Loki hadn't tried to do a single evil thing in all that time.

It made Tony wonder if Loki was really that evil to begin with. For a guy apparently hellbent on ruling Earth, he had given up pretty damn easy, barely putting up a fight when Thor cuffed him. Almost like he had wanted to lose.

But that hadn't been the point. The point had been Loki getting hurt and as much as Loki was a villain, Tony didn't like people getting hurt under his roof.

It didn't take much snooping for Tony to figure out how Loki was getting himself hurt. Or more, who was getting Loki hurt.

Tony hated it but he knew there was nothing he could really do. He had gone up against Thor before with his suit and if Steve hadn't stepped in, he wasn't sure what would have happened.

Besides, it wasn't like Tony was in a better position. Steve would be furious if he found out Tony was taking a villains side or say he was being influenced somehow.

Still, Tony wished he could punch Thor and make it hurt.

But what was one little Omega going to do against a literal god? How could he help Loki when he could barely help himself?

...

"What were you thinking, Tony?!"

"I just—"

"That's right! You weren't thinking, were you?"

Loki watched along with the other Avengers as Tony was shouted at by Steve, doing nothing to stop it. Apparently the mission had gone sideways and Tony had nearly gotten himself extremely hurt, throwing himself into the line of fire to protect one of the others.

Loki wasn't sure why Steve was so upset. They were superheroes, weren't they? It was their job to protect and if they got hurt, that was a part of the risk.

Of course, Loki hadn't been there to see it for himself. He wasn't trusted to go on missions with the Avengers (nor did he want to) so he had to stay at the Tower with Thor watching him. Only, Thor did a lot more than simply watch him. His hips were already bruising from the blond's harsh grip.

Tony was staring at the floor now, not even trying to defend himself as Steve lectured on and on. Nobody said anything until Steve finally finished, taking a breather.

"Come on, Tony," Steve said finally, grabbing Tony's wrists in a too tight grip and dragged him to the elevator before anyone, even Tony, could get a word out.

Loki watched them go, fingers twitching in his lap, itching to race after the pair and yank Tony away from Steve but he couldn't. Without his magic, he was useless to help. All it would do was make Steve angrier and Thor would be even less impressed.

Loki saw Tony later in the day. Loki was on the couch, reading a book. Thor was thankfully down in the gym training and had ordered Loki to stay in their room.

Of course, Loki hadn't listened. Just because he had given up on getting away from Thor, it didn't mean he listened to everything the Thunder god demanded of him.

So when Tony walked into the kitchen for coffee, Loki watched the slight limp the mortal sported with narrowed green eyes.

As if knowing he was being watched, Tony turned his head, looking surprised to see Loki sitting on the couch. "Oh, hi Lokes. I didn't think anyone would be out here."

Loki raised an eyebrow, glancing at Tony's wrists and noted the bruises ringing around each one, just barely hidden beneath his long sleeved shirt. "You sound disappointed."

"No, I'm not, I just..." Tony sighed. "Never mind."

Loki frowned slightly, sitting up a little straighter. "Steve has been...treating you right lately?"

Tony stared at him, eyes going a little wide. "Excuse you."

Loki looked pointedly at Tony's wrists making the genius glance down at them and pale, quickly tugging the sleeves down.

Loki sighed, shaking his head. "Why do you put up with it? You could leave him."

Tony looked up at him, still looking rather pale though almost angry but it didn't seem to be directed at Loki. "Like you with Thor?"

Loki gave Tony a surprised look. He didn't think anyone had realized what Thor did to him.

"Jarvis," Tony said simply in explanation.

Loki pressed his lips into a thin line. "That's different."

"How exactly?" Tony asked, setting his mug on the kitchen bench as he walked over to Loki.

Loki glared at him for a moment but he wasn't angry. Just...upset. He thought Tony would understand.

But then, Tony hadn't given up like he had.

"You wouldn't understand," Loki whispered. "Nor do I want you to."

Tony's expression became a little sad, almost as if he did understand. Loki couldn't look at him as Tony sat beside him, gently leaning into the god who after a long minute, did the same.

Maybe Loki couldn't help Tony as much as he hoped but he could still do small things like this to show Tony he wasn't alone.

Or maybe Loki simply liked feeling that he wasn't alone himself.

...

Tony felt like he was minutes away from breaking down, constantly on the verge of tears as he did what he needed to throughout the day.

Steve had done something unforgivable last night. Tony could barely look at him the whole day though Steve had kept his distance. He didn't know why he was so surprised since Steve seemed to have no problem hitting him and yelling at him but this...

Tony had said no, had told him to stop and Steve...Steve just...

Steve raped him.

Oh god's, he was going to be sick—

"Anthony?"

Tony forced his slightly watery eyes up to meet those green ones he knew belonged to Loki. "O-oh. Hey, Lokes."

Loki frowned deeply, taking in Tony's tearful brown eyes. "What happened?"

Tony swallowed repeatedly, trying and failing to form words. How could he even begin to explain?

But Loki...Loki would understand. Loki knew what it was like...to be...to be...

A sob burst past Tony's lips before he could stop it and in one second and the next, he was gathered up in Loki's arms, held tight against the god's chest as Tony trembled, tears falling down his cheeks.

Loki didn't ask, didn't force Tony to talk. He didn't need to. Tony was sure Loki already figured it out on his own.

Loki didn't let him go though.

...

After that, Loki and Tony looked out for each other.

Whenever Loki came from the room he shared with Thor, bruises all over his aching body, Tony was there, offering to watch a movie together or hang out with him in the safety of his lab. It was either a distraction from the pain or a way to get away from Thor without him realizing it.

And when Tony came back after an argument with Steve or walked into the kitchen looking so pale that Loki barely had to guess what had happened, Loki would be there to pull the genius into his arms and hold him tight, letting him break down in his arms.

They both hid the abuse they endured from the others, either afraid of being judged as weak and pathetic or worried the others would think they deserved it and contribute to the abuse.

But they didn't mind so much because they had one another to keep each other from falling into their dark thoughts.

It took a while for both of them to realize that despite their situation, despite being in a relationship (even if it wasn't one they wanted) and despite both being Omega's, they wanted each other.

Tony realized first, Loki still being in denial, not because he didn't want Tony, much the opposite, but because he knew it would lead nowhere. If Thor found out he had feelings for someone else, Tony would be in danger of Thor. Loki couldn't do that to him.

It still didn't stop Loki from one day kissing Tony in the privacy of his lab, wishing things were different.

...

Loki knew he was going to get into trouble. If Thor caught him...

But it didn't matter. He didn't care anymore. He'd stopped caring about his own pain a long time ago.

Especially since the dagger was slowly bloodying his wrists. No, he wasn't trying to kill himself. There was no point. This wouldn't be enough to kill himself. Blood loss was nothing for a god.

But it was enough to cut through the magic restraints on his wrists.

Why would Loki risk Thor's wrath if he caught Loki doing this?

Because he had passed by Tony's room earlier in the day, had heard him scream and something in Loki ripped apart at the sound, making him throw all caution to the wind.

So he had gone through Thor's things, finding the enchanted daggers that Thor had taken from Loki and used them to cut the restraints off, ignoring whenever it cut into his skin. The pain was nothing to knowing that Tony was in danger from his Alpha.

As soon as he was free of the bands, he teleported from his room to Tony's, not caring for what he might find, only caring about protecting Tony, keeping Tony safe.

But surprisingly, he didn't find Steve there, towering over Tony. Though Tony was clearly not okay.

"Anthony," Loki whispered, kneeling down in front of the figure shaking at the foot of the bed on the floor. "Anthony, Darling, look at me."

Tony wouldn't meet his eyes though, legs against his chest. Loki took comfort in the fact that Tony was clothed though it didn't mean much. If it had happened again, Tony simply could have redressed himself before Loki arrived.

But that wasn't the case. Loki knew because he soon saw the cuts on Tony's wrists and felt his stomach lurch uncomfortably. Tony had tried to kill himself.

"Oh, Anthony, no..." Loki whispered, grimacing at the blood on Tony's hands.

"He s-saw it," Tony stuttered out, shivering slightly. "He saw it and h-he got angry and grabbed m-my wrists and i-it opened back u-up and he h-hit me and...and..."

"Sh, sh. Hush, Anthony," Loki murmured, taking Tony's hands, ignoring the blood over them.

Tony sobbed, shaking his head, trying in vain to tug his hands back. "I can't do it anymore. I c-can't, please, Loki. I don't want him to t-touch me anymore."

Loki's heart broke, remember thinking the same thing two hundred years ago. "You don't have to do this anymore, I swear it."

Tears streaked Tony's face as he continued shaking his head, shivering and muttering under his breath. "There's n-nowhere we c-can g-go and I can't l-leave you h-here with h-him."

Loki had been wondering why Tony hadn't simply got up and left yet despite all of Steve's abuse. Now that he knew why, he both wanted to hug Tony and call him an idiot.

"You won't be leaving me here with him," Loki said, gently brushing his fingers over the cut and was relieved to see his magic working to heal the self inflicted wound. "In fact, you're coming with me, off of this realm entirely."

Tony stared with wide eyes at the newly healed skin, then up at Loki. "You have you're m-magic back? How? W-when?

"About five minutes ago," Loki stated plainly. "Do you want to leave with me, Anthony?"

Tony took a shaky breath, nodding his head. "P-please."

That was all Loki needed to tighten his grip on Tony's hand, pulling him into his waiting arms, pressing his lips to Tony's like he'd been yearning to do since the first time in the lab.

He remembered the words Tony had told him that day after their kiss, echoing in his head now.

'Keep fighting, Loki. Keep fighting because you're all that's stopping me from giving up. Keep fighting for me.'

And Loki had. He had but now...now they didn't have to fight anymore.

In one moment and the next, the pair vanished from the floor of Tony's room and reappeared somewhere far away where neither of them could ever be hurt by any Alpha ever again.

...

@murdermuffinloki I was going to add Bucky into this but then I'd end up writing a whole damn book and I have enough to write as it is but I just couldn't resist writing a oneshot for this, hsusyjwdj. Hope you enjoyed! :D

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redpandaramblings · 4 years ago

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 2.

Part 1- Here

Next- Here

Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate

Where we left off-

You twisted the hem of your shirt, silence growing as you thought. Your mother wasn’t saying anything new. On your lonelier days, like today, the words sounded eerily similar to your own thoughts. If this conversation had happened on any other day, you knew how forceful your ‘No!’ would be. But today was today.

“Okay.” Your whisper seemed more like a shout into the quiet. “I’ll do it. I’ll go.”

“You will? Oh Y/N! How wonderful! Since I already said yes, of course. You’ll need to come home right away, the omiai is the day after tomorrow, and we need to get you a proper outfit!”

“So soon?” Your mind raced. Bakugou was still in heat. What would you do? There was no way… Your thoughts slowed. But there was a way. Plenty of ways. Katsuki had many friends that could look after him. Friends he was actually comfortable letting into his apartment. You knew he’d let Kirishima take care of him. Mina absolutely could convince him to eat and drink, no matter how grumpy he was. There was a pain in your chest as a familiar thought wound through your brain. Katsuki didn’t need you. He never had. As if in a fog, you heard yourself saying, “I’ll need a little bit to take care of some things here; but I can be home tonight. See you soon.” You heard your mother happily continue rambling even as you hung up. You stared at the wall for a few minutes, unseeing. You were really doing this, huh? Pushing yourself up, you rummaged around your kitchen; finding bags and filling them with snacks and drinks. Before you could think better of it, you dialed Kirishima. He answered on the fourth ring. “Hey dude! What’s up?” “Kiri, I need your help. Can you come over now? I’ll explain when you get here.” “Yeah man, I’ll be right over. Hang tight.” A few short minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to see a tall, concerned looking redhead. You ushered him inside as you went back to the kitchen, continuing to make up care packs. “Hey, now what is it, Y/n? It sounded serious.” “It is and it isn’t,” you say; looking over at him as you shove gatorade into bags. “There’s a… family emergency. I need to go home right away for a few days.” “Ouch, that’s rough man! It’s Bakubro having his heat right now?” “Exactly. That’s why I need your help. Can you bring one of these bags to him each day? Make sure he eats and drinks at least? I know he trusts you.”

Kirishima nodded enthusiastically. “Of course man! Anything to help!” He looked over the supplies, inconspicuously checking what you’d already packed. “You want to scent some stuff for him before you go too?” You shook your head, forcing yourself not to wince as you lied to your friend yet again. “I’d better not. I don’t want to give him a bag of stuff soaked in distressed alpha scent. Besides, I scented some stuff for him this morning; that should be enough.”

Kirishima frowned but nodded. “I guess that makes sense. Have you told him yet?”

You shake your head. “No. No reason to stress him out until I know for sure what I’m dealing with, and call when I have a better idea. Might not even take a full day if I’m lucky.” “Yeah, hopefully. It’s really shit timing, isn’t it.” You nod as you place the last of the bags on the counter, satisfied with your work. “It is. But I trust you to take care of him. You’re a great alpha like that.” Kirishima chuckled and preened at the praise. “I am great, aren’t I? I’ll do my best, but I’m no match for you.” You give a small, tight smile as you walk to your junk drawer, rummaging until you find one of your spare keys. You chuck it at your friend, who catches it easily. “Here. This way you can let yourself in and just grab a bag each day.”

“Can do, Dudette! Anything else?”

You considered as you retrieved a duffle bag, making a mental list of what you’d need to pack. “Not really? I haven’t told anybody else that I’m going yet. Wasn’t sure if I should ask Mina or some of the others to check in too. You know how Bakugou can be with his heats, and I want to make sure he’s comfortable.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense. I’ll probably wait til tomorrow and see what he wants to do.” Kiri watched you as you paced around. “Need any help packing?”

You nodded with half a smile. “Yeah. Thanks, Kiri.”

In a few short hours you were packed with enough supplies for a few days, and on a train headed home. Your mother had agreed to meet you at the station. The scenery rushed by a window in a blur. Your eyes were unfocused as you watched the view whip by. You were really doing this. For the first time in years, you were leaving your omega… No. You were leaving Katsuki alone for his heat. You were leaving him alone so you could go to a marriage date. To meet an omega theoretically with the intention of bonding. Guilt weighed heavily on you as you exited the train hours later. You saw your mother waving to you from across the station. This was it. No turning back now.

~~~

Bakugou growled as the morning light streamed in his window, smacking him across the eyes. He wished he could just sleep until the whole fucking heat was over. He hated everything about it. He hated the itching of his skin, the hazy fog affecting his brain, the slimy slick that oozed out of him steadily. He hated the burning need to fuck and breed and to have his alpha close. Bakugou snarled to himself. He refused to be a slave to his weak ass biology. He wasn’t some weak, pitiful, flower. He was a top ten hero! He was going to be number one! And the next bastard who told him he should be home tending to his pups and letting an alpha take care of him was going to get an explosion up the ass. As if he needed some knotted headed alpha. Bakugou glanced at his clock, frowning when he saw the time. Usually his alpha would be here by now to drop off his care bag. He scratched at the swollen, irritated scent glands on his neck. It’s not like he fucking cared if Y/N was late. Just, he couldn’t remember the last time she had been. And maybe he was getting antsy because the strength of his heat scent was already starting to overpower the scented blanket he had woven into his nest, close to his pillows.

A knock sounded from the door, and with a relieved huff Bakugou rushed to answer it. He took a deep breath in to calm himself, before flinging the door open.

“About fucking time you showed up, shitty…” He trailed off as his brain registered the tall, red-headed man standing in front of him was very much not his alpha. “What the fuck are you doing here, shitty hair?”

Kirishima rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish. “Hey man, sorry not to call beforehand, but I told Y/N I wouldn’t.” Confused, Bakugou looks Kirishima up and down again, this time spotting the familiar bag the redhead was holding. “What the fuck are you doing with my stuff? Where’s my shitty alpha?” Kiri frowned and held up the bag. “Don’t call Y/N shitty. She asked me to bring this over. Look, man, can I just come in and explain what’s going on?”

Reluctantly, Bakugou stood aside holding the door open as his friend came in. The blond stuck his head into the hallway, half looking for his alpha. His inner omega growing restless when there was no sign of you. With a grumble, he slammed the door, turning to where his friend had thrown himself onto the sofa. “So what the fuck, Kirishima? Where’s Y/N? Why didn’t she come here herself?”

Kiri tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling. “She had some sort of family emergency and had to go home for a bit. She didn’t want to worry you because she didn’t know how serious it was or how long it would take. She said she’d call and update us when she’s able to.”

Bakugou’s omega whimpered in his chest. His alpha was gone? His alpha had left him alone when he couldn’t follow to make sure they were alright? He knew how much your family stressed you out normally, let alone in an emergency. A traitorous part of his brain whispered to him, asking if this wasn’t exactly what he had wanted? Hadn’t he growled at his mate, wanting to be left alone? Bakugou hadn’t realized there was a plaintive whine escaping his throat until Kirishima wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“Hey, bro, it’s okay. I know it’s rough, but I’m here. And I can call Mina and Sero if you want company. Been a while since we’ve had a pack get together. Y/N might not be here right now, but she wanted to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.”

Bakugou nodded stiffly as he went to go paw through the bag Kirishima had brought.

Jerky, drinks, chocolate- Bakugou frowned. “Was this the only bag?”

“I mean, there’s a bag for each day for about a week’s worth; so I just grabbed one. Why man, something missing? Need me to go get you something?”

Katsuki shook his head. He wasn’t going to ask Kirishima of all people where his usual bag of scented items was. If Y/N was in a rush, that would explain it. Bakugou hoped that was the case, and he wouldn’t have to actually ask you to scent things for him again. He’d rather be kidnapped by villains again than admit to how much your rich chocolate scent soothed him and helped him sleep peacefully. There was no way the items you had left yesterday would last him through the rest of his heat.

“Actually, shitty hair, could you go get me some Yakult? Been craving it this heat.” Kiri jumped up with a grin. “Sure, bro! No problem! Be right back!” The omega gave a lazy wave as Kiri jogged out the door. As soon as the door shut, he bolted to the bathroom and applied as much scent blocker as he could stand. It wouldn’t hold up long against his heat pheromones, but should work for what he intended to do. Bakugou grabbed his keyring from the hook by the door, rushed down the hallway to the stairway, and started climbing upward; taking the stairs three at a time. In less than a minute, he was standing outside the door to your apartment.

It felt strange, Katsuki thought as he flipped through his keys until he found yours. It was strange that in all your years of dating he had only been inside your apartment a handful of times. He unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside. As the wall of scent that was uniquely you smacked him in the face, he felt the tension in his shoulders ease. Maybe the strangest thing was that you lived three floors apart instead of sharing a space together. Because then he wouldn’t be here, doing this; he thought as he made a beeline to your bedroom. He knew exactly what he was after. Recently scented items lost their smell fairly quickly. But something you used daily, with your scent glands brushing against it every time? That would last him a month, if not longer. Besides. You were his alpha. He wouldn’t have to come in and steal your pillow if you had just scented more stuff for him in the first place. He buried his face in your pillow and inhaled deeply. He whimpered as your rich scent filled his nose, causing his slick to increase. Reluctantly he made his way to the door with his prize, even as every instinct told him to build a nest on the soft bed and wait for his mate to come home to him.

~~~~~

You sighed, adjusting the cuffs of the outfit your mother had picked and shoved you into. Today was the day. The day you met your perspective “bride.” You snorted at the old fashioned ideology. At times like these you felt like you understood Bakugou better. Omegas deserved to be treated as more than just their dynamic. Luckily, most of society agreed nowadays; with omegas able to hold any job and no one being forced to marry. Unluckily, the omiai remained one of the last extremely traditional accepted ceremonies. Your parents were in another room, exchanging your scented handkerchief with one from whoever the poor omega was. According to tradition, if you both went into heat and rut upon scenting each other; you would both be married and mated that same day. What happened more often, you thought cynically, is as long as you didn’t gag at each other’s scent, you’d meet in person to see if you found each other compatible.

You were broken out of your ruminations by the sound of a door opening. Your mother practically skipped toward you, holding out the paper wrapped package with the hanky inside. You tuned out her nattering about how good this match could be as you unwrapped the paper and brought the cloth to your nose. Your brow furrowed. You inhaled deeply, just to make sure. The sharp tang of citrus hit your nose. You knew this scent from somewhere. “Hey mom,” you spoke softly. “I think I’d like to see them now.”

“Oh!” Your mother blinked in surprise. “Of course, of course! This way!”

Your mother led you into an elegant private room. You settled onto a cushion as your parents went to see if the omega had agreed to meet. Glancing about the room, you wondered exactly how many times you’d see the inside of this teahouse if you kept agreeing to these meetings. It didn’t feel right, you thought with a frown. But if you gave up on Bakugou, this was your destiny. Awkward meeting after awkward meeting until you clicked enough with someone to risk settling down.

You glanced up at the sound of the door. In came your parents, then the Yokomadas. You did a double take as the final person, the omega you were here to meet, entered the room. They looked equally as startled as your eyes locked.

“Y/N?”

“Denki?!”

That's it for part 2! Thank you for reading, and stay tuned for part 3! If anyone has any questions regarding the fic or how this particular omegaverse operates, please feel free to shoot me an ask.

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lemons3ason · 4 years ago

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Soul Eater Omegaverse

How the alpha boys would react to you disappearing/ignoring them after a fight!

-Soul Eater Evans-

He didn’t mean to let it slip out, he didn’t mean to say that your compulsive reactions made you weak and would get you killed just like your mother but he did and now he hadn’t seen you after making you whimper for the first time. He got a well deserved slap in the face for saying what he said and just stood there like an idiot as you ran away. He hadn’t seen you since then and his inner Alpha roared at him for making his sweet beautiful omega cry, today marked the eleventh day since he had seen you and he was suffering withdraw. Maka had washed his clothes removing your sweet syrupy scent from them and it was driving him crazy.

“Soul you’re growling again.”, Maka warned continuing to read her book.

The bone haired scythe groaned in annoyance slamming his head against the wood of the desk as a defeated sigh escaped his throat. You hadn’t answered any of his calls or messages, you hadn’t been to class, hell you weren’t even home when he tried to go see you. As lunch time came around the halls were suddenly flooded by gossiping students, Soul immediately caught a whiff of your sweet scent. It was weak but without a doubt it was his (Y/n), his pupils dilated in joy to the thought of seeing you but even as he pushed through the crowd of students he soon realized just how grave his mistake was. You were covered in cuts and dried blood but the look on your face made it obvious that you were suffering an omegan depression.

“W-what happened? What happened to (Y/n)?!”, He growled lunging at your weapon partner who protected you until another member of your pack slammed their elbow into the middle of his back momentarily immobilizing him.

“An Alpha that causes an omega to go into depression isn’t a proper Alpha at all. If you want to talk to her you’ll wait your turn like the rest of us until Stein checks her injuries.”, Your Alpha friend, Serenity, growled ushering (Y/n) and her partner to the nurses office.

Soul remained silent yet persistent the rest of the day, he wouldn’t leave the door of the nurses office even as your pack mates threatened him and waited patiently for them to allow him in. Your partner was the only one to fill him in on what had happened to you, after the fight you had gone into a depression and you wanted to prove that your impulsiveness wouldn’t get you killed but with your mind not at 100% during the fight you were almost easily defeated if it hadn’t been for soul resonance.

“So she was pretty close to getting to see her mom again. She would’ve liked that but we’re to stubborn to let her go just yet.”, He sighed leaning against the wall next to Soul.

“She wanted to prove herself to me...Death why am I such an idiot. She’s already better then me why did I have to go saying something so stupid when I didn’t really mean it!”, Soul growled to himself slamming his fist into the wall out of frustration.

“Rio, it’s time for us to go. Stein’s kicking us out.”, Serenity sighed emerging with the other six members of your pack, “I hope she breaks things off with you you were never a proper alpha for her to begin with.”

As soon as your pack mates were gone Soul rushed into the office to see your body balled up on one of the infirmary beds. Soul sighed as Stein scooted past him on his chair and took a seat next to your exposed hand. He softly traced his fingertips to your knuckles to see if you’d react but you didn’t, he took your hand in his and softly kissed your knuckles as he began to speak to you.

“(Y-y/n)...Hey shortcake...what happened? Why’d you go and disappear on me? I’ve missed you, you know that? Come on (Y/n), talk to me please.”, Soul whimpered rubbing your wrist against his cheek in an attempt to scent you.

You gently pulled your hand away and hid it under the sheets with the rest of your body before your shaky soft voice emerged from the sheets, “I’m weak just like you said.”, that’s what drew the line for him. Soul’s inner alpha was furious with him, his urge to comfort you and apologize took over. He was aggressive yet careful as he pulled the sheets off of you and revealing your pale form and although you wanted to hide Soul wouldn’t let you. He spooned you immediately kissing away at your forehead as he smothered you in his sweet strawberry like scent. Even if you wanted to escape you were basically engulfed by your alpha. You tried to pull out of his grip but you were to weak and he wouldn’t let you. He lifted up your face so you could see him and kissed your lips sweetly as his hands wandered over your frame. He would appease your omega no matter how he had to do it wether through physical touch, word, or actions he would apologize to you and gain back your trust that he lost for saying something so careless and stupid.

“Soul.”, you whimpered shuddering as his hands rubbed your thighs.

“(Y/n),my mega, my mate, my absolute love of my life I’m sorry, I know what I said can’t be taken back but I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I made you this upset. I’m not letting you go or leaving until you accept my apology or at least tell me what I can do to redeem myself. I’m sorry I’m such a terrible alpha, I miss you so much it hurts to be away from you any longer.”, Soul cried, he never cried in front of you, wet hot tears spilled from his eyes as he rubbed his forehead atop yours. You didn’t respond you just held him, you held his face in your hands and softly kissed his desperate lips in an attempt to please his alpha but it wasn’t enough. You both just needed each other and for now that was enough until you got better. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Black ⭐️ Star

It wasn’t rare for you both to argue, you were both just naturally competitive and that’s what he loved about you. He was competitive because he wanted to prove that even he could defeat a god. (Y/n) was competitive because she hated Omegan stereotypes and wanted to prove that she was a capable fighter to everyone, so why did this argument over another alpha complimenting your strength end so horribly. Black Star had hit a breaking point due to several recent defeats and seeing another Alpha make you smile destroyed what little restraint and patience he had left. He tried attacking the other Alpha but you stopped him...you stopped him and Omega, that was all it took to send him into a fury. Things were said that shouldn’t have been said but worst of all he had used your second gender status against you. After screaming at you he seemed to settle down but the guilt from his words flooded him immediately and you left before he could find the right words to apologize.

“(Y/n) your scent is weak on my scarf can you please scent it, I’ll scent your sweat-“

“Leave me alone. An omega beneath you shouldn’t even be in your presence remember?”, you responded coldly making Black Star stop in his tracks.

After the fight you chose to ignore him, if he didn’t need you then why would you need him? Your pack mates provided you enough attention to stay positive and happy as an omega so you didn’t need him but Death did he need you. He knew he was annoying you he could tell by the sour tone your scent took when you noticed him but he wanted to apologize for being a dumbass. If this kept up then you’d move on and another alpha would scoop you up and steal you away or worse mark you and leave him alone forever.

“(Y/n)...(y/n) I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean to-I...It’s just that I-“, he tried to find the right words but your weapon partner had pulled you away from him and rushed to the women’s bathroom to hide.

This silent treatment was driving Black Star insane, he hadn’t seen you in two weeks already and it was driving him mad. He would cry himself to sleep every night as your scent slowly faded from his belongings. Black Star couldn’t handle this anymore you were so much more stronger if this wasn’t torture for you like it was for him. During dinner his emotions seemed to finally escape him.

“Black Star we’re going on a mission with Kid and Maka try to get some sleep so-“

“Tsubaki I don’t want to fight anymore.”, Black Star admitted as tears spilled from his eyes.

Tsubaki’s heart stopped to the very sight of her miester breaking down, separations between alpha and omega pairs always affected the individual parties differently but she didn’t know it would have this much of an effect on her poor miester. She was fed up seeing you both in so much pain, you were stupid for being so stubborn and hiding away from him, and he was stupid for starting the fight and crying over it instead of pushing to apologize properly! The raven haired teen sighed and stood to her feet and quietly left without another word. Black Star just cried over his food before returning to his ridiculously cluttered room. Losing you had made him lose all drive to do anything, what was he to do now that you seemed to be leaving him. He sat in his bed wrapped up in his blankets while staring up at the ceiling replaying the argument in his head again and again...why did he have to be such an idiot?

He heard a soft knock at his door and thought it was Tsubaki so he ignored it, but then he heard another knock and this time a voice, “H-hey Star...you there?”, your voice sounded from the other side of his door but he just though it was his imagination.

“Alpha I’m here.”, you called again the scent of cinnamon rolls poured into his room from his door and he quickly realized that you were there.

You could hear thumping and stomping from behind the door and stepped back as the door swung open revealing your exhausted mate. Tsubaki had dragged you to the house after finding you crying over Black Star in your room and yelled at you to stop being thick headed and stubborn since you were both suffering. You opened your mouth to say something but the moment his hands cupped your cheeks, his lips met yours, and his addicting scent of pine tree and fresh rain flooded your scenes you knew he truly meant that he was sorry. He slowly pushed you back into the wall pressing his body close to yours as he kissed you silly. Finally being able to enjoy your scent and touch you brought a new batch of tears to his eyes and he kissed you like it would be his last.

“B-black mmm Black Star...mmmn~ Black Star listen to me.”, you panted between kisses trying to get his attention.

He was afraid you would tell him something he didn’t want to hear so he didn’t want you to talk. ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘Please don’t leave me’ and ‘I love you’ spilled from his lips between each kiss as he desperately tried to apologize to you.

He opened his mouth to say something new but it was the same thought on both of your minds, “I’ve missed you.”, you both sighed.

Black Star’s heart was beating like a drum against your chest as he pressed himself closer to you. You had both finally made up and he refused to make the same mistake again because being separated from you was a worse torture then death itself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Death the Kid

Just for a moment you were reminded that you weren’t good enough for Kid...your insecurities had resurfaced the moment you saw him smiling and dancing with that other omegan girl during the ball. Even when you tried to talk to him about it the other party guests wouldn’t give you two time alone but the final straw was when Kid himself said, “(Y/n) you’re such a needy omega can’t you see I’m busy.”, he’s said it to you many times before as a joke but today you knew he truly meant it by how cruel and rude he was.

“Oh and who might you be little dear? Do you know young master Death?”, one of the guests asked you.

You simply smiled and shook you head much to Kid’s surprise, “My apologize I’m simply another desperate omega making a fool of herself.”, you hummed dipping into a small curtsy before disappearing from sight.

You had made your nest at the Gallows Manor so Kid expected to see you there after the Ball since you seemed upset but you were no where in sight. He called for you through every room in the huge mansion but not once did he get a response or a clue to where you could’ve been. It worried him sure but it was just a party that couldn’t have upset you that bad right? He went to sleep without you that night your side littered in fluffy toys and pillows in hopes that he’d find you buried in a fort of them the next morning but still there was nothing.

“Liz, Patty, has (Y/n) contacted either of you? She didn’t come home last night.”, Kid explained a worried expression etching itself over his face as he started to panic.

“Nope she didn’t call me.”, Patty answered.

“I don’t have anything.”, Liz replied.

“Well without a doubt she’ll be at school. Sebastian is in rut right now so I know her team hasn’t been dispatched on any missions.”, he huffed summoning Beelzebub to get to school earlier in hopes of finding you.

He asked all of his friends and yours to try and find you but still there was no sight of you. Until he discovered that Crona and Team Cerberus had been dispatched on a mission together. He couldn’t believe it, you never once left without asking him to scent your belongings or without a warning so why did you do it now?

“Kid?”, a voice called drawing his attention.

The young reaper’s heart dropped seeing your weapon partner right before him, why was Sebastian here when you were out on a mission? You had no weapon for this A-rank mission this had to be a joke!

“W-why aren’t you with (Y/n)?”, he stuttered reaching for your partner’s collar as his anger boiled, “Why are you here while she’s out there?”

“Because I was in Rut I couldn’t go with her. At least I couldn’t until she snapped me out of it.”

“What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean ‘she’ knocked you out of rut?!”, Kid growled.

Kid’s rage was settled the moment he caught a whiff of your scent, Kid was hypersensitive to any change in scents and the burning scent of rubber that was lightly hunted with your usual calm honey apple scent was utterly heartbreaking.

“W-what is this?”, he stuttered shaking as he removed the jacket from his face.

“She came to me crying last night...saying something along the lines of ‘He looked happier with her’ and ‘I was right I’m not good enough for him’ and my favorite bit ‘Who wants to be with an needy omega that has no self confidence?’ Kid I don’t know what you did but for (Y/n)’s sadness to be able to knock me out of rut and trigger my instincts to protect her then whatever you did to her last night might’ve been enough to trigger her into depression. You’re an asshole to not have noticed that (Y/n) never thought of herself as good enough to be your partner.”, Sebastian growled putting his jacket back on.

Kid’s body was shaking, not from anger but from guilt and worry. He didn’t bother staying much longer and ran to the entrance of the school. Once again he summoned Beelzebub and raced to Spain to stop you from getting hurt, he didn’t know! He didn’t once think you would think so poorly of yourself he loved you dearly so he never believed that his love was never enough for you to see what he see in you. You wouldn’t answer his calls so he didn’t bother calling but he knew Crona would! As soon as they did he begged them to put you on the phone or at least get close to you so he could explain himself. He cried his heart out into his phone but still you wouldn’t respond. Crona had to turn down the volume on their end just to keep from drawing attention from the other train passengers but you barely seemed to respond to anything Kid said.

“(Y/n) you’re perfect! You’re perfect because you’re imperfect, you to good to be mine but I can’t dare think of a day going by without you by my side. You’re always there for me when I’m upset, you’ve always been by my side to make me smile or kiss me good morning! (Y/n) I’m sorry I know I was acting out of line yesterday night but if I had known that you weren’t being needy and that you just felt self conscious then I would’ve listened! I would’ve scooped you up and taken you home and laid with you in bed reminding you why you’re so beautiful and perfect for me! I would’ve talked about the future that I want with you as my mate and my wife, you didn’t have to run away from me!”, Kid cried feeling overwhelmed by just how much space separated you from him.

He had to stop, he had to catch his breath, he felt his lungs burning from screaming and from hyperventilating but he had to keep going.

“(Y/n) please just don’t do this. This isn’t going to be an easy mission and you don’t have a weapon please don’t do this.”, he whimpered into the phone hopping that his begging would be enough to stop you.

“I don’t want to see you.”, he couldn’t even register your voice or the fact that you hung up after that. His body was frozen like stone from just the sickened tone of your voice.

He screwed up...he royally screwed up. As if he couldn’t push his powers more then he already had he pushed past his limit, he had to get to Spain and fast! He still had 3800 miles to reach you and he wasn’t going to let you go through with this even if you were mad at him. Even as tears poured from his lifeless golden hue he wouldn’t let his heart forget this pain even after he got you to forgive him. He reached Spain by nightfall and searched for your soul wavelength until he found it in the city of Pamplona, but the mission had already begun he saw the bull like kishin egg charging at your teammates and searched only for you. Until the creature was shot dead by a Barrett M-82 rifle, much to his surprise you were the miester wielding the weapon. You released your temporary weapon partner so they could collect the soul and collapsed to the floor of the rooftop as your fever finally set in.

“(Y/n)!”, Kid screamed drawing everyone’s attention as he raced to your side, he pulled your body close to his and frowned feeling your intense fever from your skin.

“An omegan depression.”, he frowned growling to himself as he held you closer. Your pack mates arrived to get you but the murderous glow in Kid’s eyes kept everyone at bay.

No one would touch you until he pulled you out of depression and no one would see you until he apologized and was forgiven by you.

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valthevalkyrie · 3 years ago

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The Philtre (3)

The Run. The Hunt. The Choosing. The Devotion. A series of events traditionally used to test skill, wits, honor, loyalty, virility, and survival. If you can’t catch your Omega, or any Omega for that matter, you were never worthy of them to begin with. Curtis has his eyes on the Omega who's been Unclaimed for the past seventeen years.

Pairing: alpha!Curtis x omega!reader (tall, mid 30s) Word Count: 2.4k SeriesWarnings: NONCON/DUBCON, A/B/O, canon style violence, tall!reader, reader is 6', Curtis is 6'4", language, fighting, explicit smut, rough sex, hate sex, possessiveness, jealousy, probably incorrect descriptions of archery type things A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one, I hope it shows 💕 I'm hoping to have the next chapter out by tomorrow maybe. It might be shorter than all of them so far, but it will not be the last

This is a soft!dark fic, and contains the usual elements and themes in dark!fics. It is explicit in every sense of the word. PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOUVE READ AND UNDERSTAND ALL WARNINGS.

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The dead body method worked. They were only attacked a handful more times, each alpha stronger and smarter than the last.

The sun crept further into the sky, the heat making the bodies fester. The stronger their decaying scent grew, the less they were approached. The sun’s heat wasn’t the only kind growing stronger, the women were experiencing heat flashes, subtle cramps flaring up every now and then. There was a tension growing between them in the fear of what their heats would make of them; if they’d ravage them completely and render them unable to defend themselves and each other.

As the day wears on and in the lulls between attacking alphas, Yona is put to train as she would on the outside. Her mentor takes advantage of the conditions in order to make Yona the best fighter she could possibly be. She knows if the Philtre isn’t called off soon, sore muscles will be the least of the youngling’s worries.

They’re sitting and snacking when Yona is warned not to get too comfortable after eating since the ceremonial horn is usually sounded before sundown during the Philtre. They take their time eating, as the more experienced omega is almost confident they’ll be let out at the traditional time; before their heats become a problem.

Yona’s eyes are bouncing between the sun and her godmother’s face whose eyes are trained on the sky. She can see the frustration building the further down the sun sets and the longer the horn isn’t sounded. Her breathing gets deeper, brows furrowed so deeply it was as though there were gashes in her head, fists so tight her knuckles were pale.

“This isn’t right. They’re supposed to announce the end.” She sighs deeply. “I was worried this would happen.” As the sun gets closer to the horizon she lets out a curse. “This is what happens when you don’t trust your Intuition.”

It isn’t until Yona is digging through her bag for another snack that she notices the other omega has yet to move. She’s standing with her arms crossed, staring at the sky. Yona may not know much about her godmother’s history but she definitely knows her mannerisms, and the way she’s playing with her lips? That’s stress. That’s discomfort. She was anxious.

“Are you ok?”

She doesn’t respond for a moment. “No,” she muses. “I’m not.” She finally turns around but doesn’t stop playing with her lips. “I don’t understand why they won’t let us return. I figured the heats and ruts were a fluke this year, but that paired with the early alpha release and now this? Something is very, very wrong.” She drags her hands over her face, “I don’t know what to do.” If Yona weren’t paying as close attention as she was, she’d have missed that last bit. “Plus, it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

In an effort to distract her, Yona decides to take advantage of something that was said earlier. “Don’t worry about my birthday, I’ll just make sure next year is a good one. Hey, you remember how you said you would have told me about your first Run?” The other woman nods. “Well, do you think we could do that now? I think we’re going to be here a while,” she attempted to joke.

She gives her a small smile and nods. “Yes, I do think we’ll be here a while.” With a deep breath, heads over to Yona and sits next to her. “What would you like to know?”

“Everything? You said you had a boyfriend. What was he like?”

“Oh, he was wonderful. He was a very quiet person, he liked to observe others and everything around him. Always so serious for someone so young.” She smiles at the memory. “Taller than me, which is hard to find. He was sweet and kind and always looked out for other people. He was just a really good person.”

“How long were you together?”

“Three years, technically. He started courting me when we were fourteen and we officially got together at sixteen.”

“I thought courtships were only if you planned on making an impression on an omega before a Philtre?”

She smiled. “He did everything with purpose. We didn’t know our designations yet but he knew he wanted to be with me regardless of the outcome. He wanted to make sure I gave him a chance in our first run.”

“But everyone starts at eighteen. Seventeen if your birthday is close enough.”

“Like I said, he was very serious and very purposeful. He liked to plan ahead.”

“Do you mind me asking how you lost him?”

This made her pause. After all these years, it was still hard to think about. “No, I don’t mind.” She shifted into a more comfortable position. “As you now know, we got together when we were fourteen. We were inseparable. We were each other’s firsts. First kiss, first time, first love. We loved each other fiercely and knew we were meant to be together forever. I knew no one else would be better for me, love and provide for me the way he did. I knew I would always and only choose him and we were ready to fight to prove our love.”

She looks down and starts to play with her fingers. “We had agreed to meet as soon as possible near a tree that had been struck by lightning. A few months before the Philtre we snuck out and tried to map the land so we knew exactly where to find one another.”

“I thought that wasn’t allowed?”

“It’s not,” she smirked, “but we did it anyway. On the day, I prayed extra hard at the Temple to the Mother. I made camp exactly at the tree, tried to prepare myself, calm myself down. I was fresh blood so a lot of older alphas had attempted to give me offerings but I was not having any of it. I knew who I wanted and they were not him, so I rejected them.”

“They didn’t like that, did they?”

“No, they did not. They were my first kills and my stress made me sloppy. Half a day had gone by and he still hadn’t shown. Some alphas were understanding, others belligerent. The longer he left me alone the angrier I got, the more aggressive I became. I lost myself in the anger. I provoked every suitor that came my way just to have an excuse to fight. The next thing I knew, the ceremonial horn had sounded and I was all alone, covered in blood.” She pauses. “I was so angry. How dare he leave me alone? Did he find someone he liked more, decide my love was not enough? That I was not enough? It wasn’t until I got back that I learned he’d been lost and my anger turned into the deepest sorrow I had ever felt.”

“So you weren’t there when he died?”

“No, I was not. But I heard he died with honor. Sometimes when I think about him hard enough it’s almost like I can smell him again.”

“Do you still love him?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think you’ll ever fall in love again? Move on?”

“No. It’s him or no one.” They were quiet for a while before she wiped the sweat off her forehead and announced, “it’s time for bed.”

“What?”

“We’ll have to take turns keeping watch and our heats are going to get stronger any second now.” She held out a hand for Yona to get up. “I will take the first watch, you go get some rest.”

While the young girl gets settled, her godmother can’t help but reminisce over the time spent with her lost love. On their time in school, the kisses they shared, the promises they made.

When he first started courting her he would give her notes everyday, little things, like how he hoped she’d have a good day. When they became official, he’d crafted little capsules and would stash the notes for her to find. There he’d profess his love, tell her how beautiful she was, make silly jokes. On special occasions like their anniversary and her birthday, he’d used them to make a scavenger hunt for her presents. He’d blushed so hard when she started making little notes for him too and it became a game to them.

His laugh is what she missed the most, though. He was never really one to laugh around other people. The most he would do was smile and maybe chuckle in public, although he smiled at her often. When he did laugh it was a thing of beauty and she took pride in getting him to do it. It was booming and full of joy, unadulterated and pure. He’d clutch his chest and always made sure to tell her he loved her when he was done. That laugh never failed to make her feel like she was the luckiest person in the world. If she could wrap herself up in a sound, she’d smother herself in his laughter.

Her first Run had been a tough one. When she learned that she’d lost him her heart shattered into a million pieces. She was seventeen with her whole life planned out and the biggest part of it was gone. Everything went to shit when she lost the love of her life.

Over the next seventeen years she learned to morph her grief into something else - fill that aching emptiness in her chest with something new. The love she had for her goddaughter, the responsibility of training omegas for the Philtre, the dedication to remaining Unclaimed.

She missed him in moments like these. Yona had been her ward for the past twelve years, she was basically her child. How would he have reacted to her stunt? Would he have been tougher in reprimanding her or would he be understanding? What would it be like to fight beside him when alphas with bruised egos came around, desperate for a mate?

She would catch a faint whiff of his scent every now and then, coincidentally when she’d be thinking of him. Sometimes she wasn’t sure if the thoughts on him came before or after she recognized the smell. Like now, his scent had been drifting in the breeze since she sat down with Yona and told her story.

Although now that she thinks about it, the smell is almost too strong. Usually it was faint enough to make her doubt smelling it in the first place. But now, now it seems as though he were actually near; his smell getting through the stench of rotting flesh. When a breeze brushes by, she knows something is amiss when his scent hits full force.

She jumps up, reaches for her bow and walks the perimeter of the camp. She circles once, twice, and still cannot pinpoint the origin of the scent. She focuses on her senses to weed out what was wrong in her surroundings. She feels out, senses the woods and its creatures and eyes on her. She keeps walking until that feeling of being watched starts to feel the strongest.

Once there she nocks her bow, steadily raising it to the treeline. With each breath she focuses on her surroundings, trusting her intuition completely.

In. The rustle of the leaves as the breeze filters through.

Out. The sound of owls hooting, night creatures scurrying.

In. The fading scent of petrichor and the putrid smell of rotting flesh, her lover’s scent bleeding through.

Out. She can hear Yona’s gentle whines as her fever starts to ramp up. The feeling of her own temperature rising, the drops of sweat rolling down her neck.

In. There. The gentle sound of dead leaves crunching under the weight of something. Of someone.

She shifts her aim to where her instincts tell her the intruder is. As they move so does she, except with more stealth than they seem capable of. Whoever they are, they’re good. Not as good as her.

The more she focuses on their scent the more she realizes it isn’t quite her lover’s scent. The musk not as deep, the undertones not so sweet. Whoever this is smells like her long lost love but isn’t him.

They stop again, and as she draws back her arrow about to let it fly, the wind picks up and their scent disappears. She stills. Her ears strain as she tries to follow their footsteps but she can’t hear them over the rustling coming from Yona’s tent as she writhes and whines in discomfort. She lowers her bow when she’s sure she lost them. When she’s absolutely sure they aren’t there or doubling back she leaves her post and goes to check on Yona.

At seventeen - well, eighteen now - the girl hadn’t experienced many heats. She wasn’t used to the pain and her guardian couldn’t help but worry about her ability to protect herself. Clearly the suppressants they had been taking were nothing compared to the enhancers they’d been given. Hopefully, the training done throughout the day gave the youngling a taste of it and gave her an idea of how to work through the discomfort.

Peeking into Yona’s tent, she sees the girl had shed her jacket and had started sweating through her clothes. She was clutching her stomach in her hands and did the occasional twitch and whine in pain. It killed her not to be able to help the girl.

Of course the first year she decides to bring along a Shadow is the year where everything goes to shit.

Yona had been brought to her at six, freshly orphaned and soon after finding her father’s body. Those first few years were difficult to work through, the trauma the youngling had faced rendering her speechless. Her godmother struggled as well. There’s a difference in occasionally caring for a child and then having them around 24/7. She’d been incredibly worried that the damage her loss had done to her heart would be too severe to give the young girl the love she deserved.

The years had proved her wrong and for that she was grateful. She had hoped that they were close enough for Yona to feel comfortable enough to speak to her about anything, but clearly she was wrong. No matter, you can’t have everything.

She returned to her post and over the next few hours tried to strategize for every outcome she could think of. Meanwhile her temperature continued to rise and her cramps got stronger. She gave thanks to the Mother that they had not been severely affected by the enhanced pheromones of the alphas they’d interacted with, otherwise their heats would be much stronger. Hopefully they would encounter less alphas now that they had more bodies covering their scent.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! I'm going to try something I've never tried before in the next chapter and hopefully it turns out well. Expect another two chapters (at least) out of this bad boy before it ends. Please don't forget to comment and let me know if you're enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it!

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hopeless-ro-simptic · 4 years ago

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Sweet Poison - Yandere Alpha! Tamaki Amajiki x Omega! Reader

Shout out to @homework-is-the-real-killer for the inspiration. I don’t know if you wanted something spicey... but that’s what your getting. I have a part 2 planned out for this guy to kinda explain a little more from Tamaki’s side of things of what is actually going on. Also I have no clue if y’all will like my take on him, but I see him as being someone who yea he’s a little shy but once he gets used to you he’s at least not a complete stuttering mess.

Part 2

Warnings: NSFW, quirk play, definitely tentacle porn, unknowing drug use, dub-con if you squint?, Honestly I don’t know how to tag so If you think I need to add something please tell me.

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“What’s wrong Y/n? You are so fidgety today.”

“Oh, haha am I? Sorry I just really want class to be over so I can go see Tamaki.”

Your friends shared looks before turning back to you questions in the eyes.

“I know you guys are courting, but don’t you think you spend a lot of time with him? You don’t even sit with us at lunch anymore.”

“Oh come on guys, I literally went to the movies with you guys last night.”

“Yea but…”

They didn’t get a chance to finish their sentence, the bell chiming to let everyone know that the school day was officially over. You were flying out of your seat and down the hall before they could even call out your name. You were absolutely giddy, ready to be enveloped in the scent you had grown to love. You turned the corner, pausing for a brief second as your breath caught, watching as Tamaki and his two friends stood chatting. You couldn’t help but think about how much he looked like an angel. He was so perfect, and he was all yours.

Without a regard for the rest of the students you took off down the hall practically jumping on the alpha wrapping your arms around his neck as his instinctively wrapped around your waist pulling you against him and burying his blushing face into your neck.

“B-Bunny. You got here fast.”

“I missed you.” You took a deep inhale of his scent and could feel him doing the same. Nothing made you feel as good as being near the alpha.

You didn’t see the looks that his friends shared, Mirio clearing his throat one, twice, three times before Tamaki finally pulled away from you enough to look at the taller blonde. Shoving his hands into his pockets but still leaning on you, his face beet red once he realized the attention the two of you had garnered from the rest of the hallway.

“Ah, I’m sorry Tamaki, I didn’t mean to make a scene…”

“Trust me, it’s fine. He won’t say it but he loves it. He hasn’t stopped talking about you all day.” Nejire jumped in making both of you blush even harder, Takami burying his face in your shoulder mumbling softy to you.

“Can we go now?”

You couldn’t help but smile, reaching up and patting his hair gently, agreeing quietly with the timid alpha before the two of you said your goodbyes to his friends.

The two of you slowly made your way over to the third years dorms, fingers intertwined, completely skipping over your own room and opting to go into his instead. Shortly after the two of you had started courting, he had been so nervous to ask you to move your nest into his room, saying he just wanted to you close to him, and how could you say no to such a sweet request? Now, just two months into courting, you practically lived together, only leaving when the teacher would come by to do their final check that everyone was in their correct rooms, just to sneak back in only an hour later.

The only reason the two of you weren’t bonded yet was because UA had a strict policy against it, insisting their students wait until they were graduated so as to keep them focused on their studies. Still… everyone knew you belonged to Tamaki.

Once the two of you were finally alone in his room, you couldn’t help yourself, immediately latching onto him, nuzzling against his cheek softly and cooing into his ear. He wasn’t any better, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling the two of you into your nest that was on his bed, pressing his lips against your scent gland kissing softly as he started to thoroughly scent you, taking his time and making sure to cover everything.

“I missed you so much. I hate that you have to be around other alpha’s all day, muddles your scent.” The stutter in his voice was gone, and even though he was speaking softly, murmuring really, he was doing it right in your ear making you wiggle against him. He had grown to be so comfortable with you that once the two of you were alone, it was clear as day he was an alpha. One that your omega was dying to submit to his every, albeit quiet, whim.

You hummed in agreement, shifting so that you were comfortably laying halfway on top of him, a soft purr leaving your lips as he rubbed his cheek against you, before he started to pepper soft kisses along your jaw moving towards your lips.

The entire room was filled to the brim with his mouth-watering scent, the scent of sea salt mixed and lavender with just the slightest hint of something warmer, darker, that you couldn’t place. Whatever it was, was absolutely heaven to you, and the timid dark haired alpha was pumping it out like he wanted to coat the entire building in it.

“Tama-“ You started to whine, your omega needing more, only for his gentle and oh so soft lips to be pressed against yours, swallowing your needy sound, his inner alpha making him a little bolder after being separated from you all day. You kissed him back, feeling yourself getting worked up just by being near him, touching him, smelling him, let alone kissing him. He slid his tongue against your lips hesitantly and you immediately parted your lips allowing him entrance which he greedily took. You practically melted against him, a soft purr leaving your chest as one of his hands slipped up into your hair lightly holding your head in place. It was at that point you noticed his tongue was getting bigger, longer, slimier, and the texture changing. You knew that if you pulled away now you would see that it had changed into a tentacle and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs slightly at that thought, a groan leaving his lips at you squeezing him between your thighs.

And then all at once he tasted so mouth wateringly sweet, so delicious, so… addicting. You could feel your mind filling up with the dizzying fog that always came with kissing your alpha, a high that you could never get enough of. It was this feeling, this feeling of flying, that made you so sure that he was the alpha for you. That made you know without a doubt that you would never want another. That you would never leave him.

You felt like your body was going numb, no longer having control of it and enjoying the high that he was giving you as he regarded you carefully through silted eyes before he slowed the kiss and pulled away, your eyes latching onto the string of saliva that connected the two of you, a soft whimper leaving your lips as you shuffled closer. You wanted more, needed more. More, more, more, more, more of him. You couldn’t control the whine that left your lips, your eyes transfixed on his own, leaning down to press soft kitten licks that he blushed at, tasting the lingering sweet spit that was left behind.

“D-do you love me bunny?”

You didn’t hesitate, pressing your lips against his own in short quick pecks, desperately trying to get him to open back up, to let you have more of that high that you so badly wanted. That only he could give to you.

“Yes. More than anything.”

His hands came up shakily to your hips, digging his fingers into the plush flesh there, just the touch making you gasp softly, his eyes transfixed onto your face with awe, soaking in every reaction, even blush, every flutter of your eyes as he kneaded your skin.

“Do you promise?” You could feel his grip guiding you, nudging you to move up and up and up until you had your knees on either side of his blushing face, his fingers cupping your ass from underneath your school skirt, shaking as they brushed at your panties which were already soaked tugging them down slowly, oh so slowly. His eyes flicking from your face to what lied before him, begging for attention, slick dripping down your thighs. He could practically taste you from here.

You nodded, not even realizing the amount of whimpers that were leaving your lungs, your fingers gripping into his hair as you looked down at him, your brain filled to the brim with every thing him. His smell, his taste, his touch. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him.

“You won’t leave me?”

You shook your head, your body trembling at this point from pure excitement. Did everyone feel this way with their alpha? Would it always be this intense? How did anyone get anything done?

“I…I n-need to hear you bunny.” You could feel it as his tongue, no, his tentacle, slid up your thigh, licking up the running slick, suctioning to the highest part, just below your sopping cunt before releasing making blood rush to the spot and forcing a high pitched mewl out of your mouth. His eyes never leaving your face, seeming more and more confident with each gasp and whine leaving your lips.

“I promise. I love you Tamaki. Please.. god.. I need you. I won’t ever leave you. No matter what. I love you. Please, please, please, please. Alpha.” Your fingers gripped his hair, you could feel tears stinging into your eyes, you felt like you would actually combust into flames if you didn’t get more of him right this second. Your skin was starting to itch, feeling like something was crawling all over you and you could feel your body breaking out into a sweat.

Somewhere in the very back of your mind, something told you this wasn’t normal. Being completely and utterly addicted, to the point of almost pain-… you weren’t due to start your heat any time soon, knowing full well that most omega’s didn’t go into heat until they were at least 20. No… this was different… this was-

Your whole body shuddered, brain turning off completely when he all at once yanked on your hips, forcing you down onto his face, his tongue sliding against your core and deep into your cunt, much farther than it was supposed to be able to, to the point that you could feel it in your stomach, suction cups sliding against your sensitive swollen clit as he pumped his tongue in and out of you, making you choke on your own screams, tears spilling over onto your cheeks at the intensity of it all.

You should have been embarrassed when he inhaled deeply, a low primal growl that you never imagined him making leaving his lips as he breathed in your scent, but you couldn’t do anything, couldn’t think of anything, other than the glorious feeling of euphoria that was filling your mind, as the high that you had been chasing finally returned to you again. The world was filled with bright colors, your mind filling with a fog that just felt so good that you never wanted it to leave. Everything was perfect. He was perfect. Your alpha. Nothing could ever change that fact. Nothing could ever make you want to leave.

When you finally came back down from your high, you had realized you must have passed out from the bliss. Tamaki had you laying on your back, a warm washcloth pressed to your forehead, his arms wrapped around you tightly as he layed against your side, his face pressed against your neck, nuzzling you softly and cooing into your ear of how much he loved you, asking if you were okay, how he would take care of you, how you never needed to worry about anything, how he loved his omega.

You couldn’t help but smile trusting all of his words and snuggled further into his grasp, a soft contented sound leaving your lips, enjoying the sounds of his pretty words being murmured to you. The soft, gentle, loving kisses that were carefully placed along your neck and face. The feeling of his arms turned tentacles tightened their grasp around your form, holding you in place against him leaving no wiggle room.

You felt completely and utterly safe in his grasp, knowing he would never let you go.

You were his sun, his moon, his everything. You were his.

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onepieceheadcannons · 3 years ago

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So this wasn't requested but I wanted to give some random Headcanons

Now this post definitely isn't for everyone's taste,

Now I know quite a bit about ABO dynamics and I haven't seen any headcanons on what each strawhat would be. Now if you do not like ABO, do not worry this will be my only post with it that isn't requested and I won't be offended if you skip this.

This definitely isn't the most detailed it can go but it's like 3 am for me and I just want these HC's outta my mind.

The Strawhats

Luffy;

This man is an Alpha, I mean how else could he become Pirate King.

Now I mean no hate to omegas, I think they should be highly respected. But based on what a society in ABO is like, it makes the most sense for Luffy to be an Alpha.

He is protective and strong, plus conquerors Haki is very similar to pheromones. He would do anything for his crew and he wants them safe.

He wouldn't be appealed to have an Omega, it wouldn't be on his agenda and he'd handle a rut very privately.

He would fight his way to the top fairly and wouldn't discriminate against betas and omegas.

I'm also down to hear anyone's different opinions on any of these.

Zoro;

I can see him in many different ways, I can see him as an Alpha but I can see Omega with insecurities about it, but my most confident answer is Beta.

The reason why is because his undying loyalty to Luffy. He would fulfill the role as a Beta quite well. He would be able to avoid the hormones of others and be quite unbothered by all of it. He would work slightly harder to be the greatest swordsman especially if Mihawk is an Alpha. He wouldn't of presented before his best friend died but if she began showing signs of an Alpha, he would probably feel the extra competitive edge to be better.

He wouldn't care if someone is an Alpha or Omega, why should that shit matter to him.

And he wouldn't really care about what his partner was.

If he was an Omega, he would use suppressants and be damned if anyone knew. He would probably beat himself up over it and would build a high tolerance to pheromones. He would NEVER let someone help through a heat unless a long term relationship. And he would never be caught in an Mpreg situation.

And if he was an Alpha, he would accept Luffy as overall Alpha. He wouldn't feel like fighting it and he has the serious demeanor. He would protect any omegas but refuse to participate in a heat. He would fight himself a shit ton and never let his guard down.

Usopp;

Beta man, there's no way he'd be an Alpha. I mean he would always feel sad about it most likely, wanting to be brave and strong. He would probably have some lingering thoughts about the system, he wouldn't see Omegas as less than but he would probably assume that Omegas and Alphas are meant together and he has to find a Beta.

Until his crush on Kaya, the caring Omega. He would fight himself internally over it but she wouldn't care if he was a Beta. She probably was told she had to find a nice Alpha but that wouldn't affect her, she really cares about Usopp. She even goes to medical school to fix him up.

He would be disturbed by Ruts and Heats, he would get flustered and stay away from whoever was having one at the time.

Sanji;

Just like Zoro I can see any of them,

But I'm leaning Beta/Omega. No offense if you are like 😡 I want an Alpha Sanji don't disrespect my man's like that

Reason why I can see Omega, he is quite loving and I think he'd make a great dad. He loves ladies so much and being an Omega wouldn't stop him. I mean hey, look how much he likes fiesty women. He definitely wouldn't be against a female alpha, as long as he doesn't know about the extra appendage during a rut.

His family storyline would play into this, his dad would've been pissed if all Sanjis siblings are an Alpha but Sanji was a "weak" omega son. He would definitely be an angry and powerful Omega, training his tolerance to pheromones. And oh my god he'd be so angry if Zoro is a Beta/Alpha.

He would avoid Alpha men, I don't see him ever wanting to date one. I think he may be a little fruity but it's so internalized he would never be okay dating any male. He would probably hope for any female, but preferring an Omega/Beta.

If Sanji is a Beta, he'd be right up there with being a supporter of Luffy. He would definitely offer to help Omegas through a heat (and promptly get turned down) . He would be frustrated anytime an Alpha was in a rut and avoid being near them at all costs. It would piss him off especially if they wanted one of the crew.

His preferences would stay the same as if he were an omega.

And as an Alpha, oh my this man would be the most respectful ever. He would be damned before he let himself with an Omega without consent said before the heat was even close. He would protect his Omega at all costs. And he would let them bite his neck back. And he would defend any omegas in a vulnerable position. He definitely has a savior complex about it though. But he definitely would believe he could only have an Omega.

Brook;

He is a skeleton, this wouldn't even affect him.

As a human tho, I could see an Omega with his love of the arts and his love for Laboon and his crew. But I don't have much of detailed one for him. Beta, possibly but that's the easiest to presume someone as.

Chopper;

He is a damn reindeer. I just wanted to include my besties name but yeah he is a reindeer no way in hell would this affect him and he'd just make suppressants for everyone. Even with the human human fruit, that wouldn't add abo to his form.

Franky;

Now there's a chance that now as a cyborg this doesn't affect him. But pre cyborg or if it did, I see him as an Omega.

This man cries his heart out (which I love dearly about him) and he is such a big bro/dad figure.

He wouldn't care what anyone was but as a kid he may have had some trouble with the concept until Tom taught him better. Esp with Ice for Brains, who I could see as an Alpha/Beta so Franky may have felt less than.

Robin;

Alpha or Beta, but she isn't an Omega.

She holds herself up with an air of stoic and dark humor/themes. She would be quite a helpful Beta and she'd protect any Omega friends. She would feel very strongly about Omegas being seen as the same as everyone else. And she would feel very insecure if she was made to submit to anyone unwillingly.

I can see Alpha tho, (esp Frobin <3), she lets Franky let his tears out and she is such a good friend. She would struggle to let her feelings out which would make her line in Enies lobby even more important. She would be experienced and she would probably offer to help an omega she was very close to but she wouldn't settle down unless you are Franky or a very solid partner to her. She wouldn't care if you were another Alpha or Beta though, she'd love you for you.

Jinbe/Jimbei;

Now I don't know if Fish people/men would even be affected but if they were.. he would be...

Alpha, but in a very nonchalant way. He was a warlord, and not just anyone would get that. He wouldn't ever make someone submit and he would fight for rights for everyone esp Omegas in his community. If he did settle down, it wouldn't matter to him. Just as long as he can share his feelings in a safe place.

But beta would work as well, he is quite devoted to his crews and is a loyal person in general and shows alot of care to Luffy during the timeskip.

I also haven't finished Fish man Island yet so I have little to work with.

Nami;

I did save her for last, this is probably the most biased one. I mean as you guys will learn, she's my girlfriend/wife, so I may see her slightly different than someone else would.

Now I feel like as many of the others, she can fit in all three. I mean everyone is going to show traits to each kind which is why I try to explain myself for each.

Alpha, i can see this. She's very fiesty and she sure as hell wouldn't want to submit to anyone. She would be a little embarrassed during a Rut and she would use suppressants. She would be fine with not being top dog but she definitely wants her respect, she's the entire reason they get anywhere.

She isn't looking for romance but she'd be fine with anyone as long as they were worth it. I think an Alpha male would be her least likely pair though, that person would have to be quite honorable and prove themselves to her as good enough.

If she's an Omega, she would be quite angry about it. She wouldn't want to be perceived as weak and sure as hell would use suppressants and she'd be damned if an alpha helped her through a heat. The only way she would, would be after a super solid relationship where there's extreme trust. She would slap the crap out of Sanji if he tried anything or suggested anything, she wouldn't have any patience especially after she had to deal with the bullshit she heard her entire time with Arlong and other crews stealing treasure.

If she was a beta, she'd probably go after another Beta. Keep thing simple. She would eyeroll at any alphas and she would be over the whole alpha/omega bullshit.

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 3 years ago

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(The Bad Batch) Crosshair x Reader: Absence-Part 2

(Author’s Note: Just a little something I had originally intended to post for Bad Batch eve.

It is a glimpse into Crosshair’s perspective- basically, Crosshair’s version of The fanfiction titled “Absence.”

Warnings: Angst, though with a dash of hope.

Word Count: 1,066)

Link to Part 1

Crosshair felt his chest tighten as one of the Regs hit Hunter with the butt of his blaster, causing the sergeant to fall to his knees with a pained grunt.

Serves him right for not following orders, a smug thought popped into his head.

No, that’s not right. Hunter is only trying to protect us. I should...help him. But he couldn’t. No matter how much Crosshair wanted to, his expression remained stoic as the scene unfolded before him.

“Hey!” Your voice rang out like a bell. He watched you hurry forward to intervene, and the urgency to do something grew. He couldn’t just sit and see you throw yourself into danger. The Regs had already shown that they meant business. “Cut it out! No one is leaving this cell alone. If he goes,” you gestured in his direction. “I go.”

No, _________, he mentally sighed, though he couldn’t help the pride and attraction he felt at your defiance. His chest ached with love that his body wouldn’t let him express. There were some things he had control over, but it was such a battle. And in the heat of the moment, all Crosshair wanted was for you to stay out of danger.

“CT-9904 was summoned, not you,” the Reg replied. “Now stand down!” The trooper raised his blaster to strike you this time, and Crosshair felt his hands fidget on his lap.

She’s not following orders, the voice in his head insisted. It’s her own fault.

Doesn’t matter, he shot back at the voice. I’m not going to sit here and watch a Reg lay a finger on her.

Fortunately, Hunter had taken hold of your wrist, shooting you a warning look. Crosshair saw your shoulders visibly relax, and a sort of relief washed over him. He still wasn’t sure what he was being summoned for. From what he’d seen so far of this new Empire, it might not turn out very well. Yet, he was glad to see the situation at hand de-escalate. You wouldn’t be hurt after all.

Crosshair rose from the bench. He couldn’t bear to look at his squad. This thing...whatever it was in his head, had caused him to say and do some awful things in so short a time. He didn’t want another glimpse of the judgment or disbelief on their faces, the sympathy, and he certainly couldn’t meet your confused and worried eyes.

“Wait! No, I can’t just stand here and-” you ripped your hand from Hunter’s grasp and caught up to Crosshair, placing yourself in his path, forcing him to look at you. He drank it in. You were so beautiful- gorgeous- even as you stood in front of him with face scrunched up with emotion. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve been summoned, _________. Good soldiers follow orders.”

“But Cross,” you murmured, hot tears spilling down your cheeks as you reached for his gloved hand. “I’m scared. Don’t leave.”

Your words cut through his warring mind. The hissing voice in his head was silenced, and with great effort, he was able to take control of his actions again. He wanted to reassure you. Had to. He had to let you know how that somewhere inside it really was him.

“I don’t have much of a choice,” he told you, forcing his tone to be quieter, less harsh, as his eyes darted at the Regs warily. He was surprised that they hadn’t made a move to separate the two of you already. He wanted to let you know that everything would be alright, but suddenly, that voice spoke up again.

CT-9904, you’ve been given orders. Go now.

Crosshair stepped to the side to move past you. “No! Crosshair, wait! You lunged forward, but a large hand grabbed your shoulder. “Wrecker, let me go!”

Good. They’ll take care of her. They’ll watch out for her.

If there was anyone in the galaxy he trusted, it was his squad. He knew you’d all look after each other. As Crosshair was escorted from the prison cells, he tried to block out your shouts echoing from behind him.

- - - -

Crosshair exhaled slowly through his nose, the sound filling the silence that had stretched on from the moment his squad escaped aboard the Marauder. There was no Wrecker to talk, laugh, or slug him in the shoulder playfully. There was no Hunter to lead the way. There was so grumbling from Echo. No chatter from Tech. And no you.

There was only the voice- except it had grown beyond a mere echo in his head. He had become the voice on the inside instead, his attempts to fight the program going in vain.

The last place Crosshair wanted to be was the Bad Batch’s quarters, but that’s where he was ordered to retire until the Empire had further use for him.

He removed his armor, seeking some sort of comfort, even if it was minimal. He laid back in his bunk, hands resting on his chest as he stared at the ceiling of his bunk. Crosshair hated following the orders to try and keep his squad from escaping Kamino, but he almost hated the quiet just as much. That’s when he could dwell on what he’d done. Even if he couldn’t help it, as Omega had warned him before the chip enhancement procedure, he carried the weight of these horrible acts being done by his own two hands.

He missed you. Missed the sound of your voice. Missed your eyes. Your hand in his. He missed it all terribly.

He missed the squad.

But there was nothing he could do.

Is there anyone out there? Anyone who can help me? He called into his own mind. No one answered. Crosshair sighed. At least his programming allowed him that.

Crosshair shut his eyes, picturing your face. He remembered the trip to the market with you, holding you in his arms, and he remembered, clear as day, the first time he kissed you.

Each attempt to fight the chip was absolutely exhausting. It left him drained after, yet sleepless. It increased his hunger, but he had a hard time sitting at the Batch’s old table at the Mess alone.

Still, he would keep fighting. He wouldn’t stop resisting. He wouldn’t for a second let go of the hope that somehow he’d find a way to stop and make his way back to you.

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the-six-espada · 3 years ago

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TBB Spoilers below. A rant (please don’t pay me any mind, I might delete this :d)

I’ve been fighting the urge to write about this but I decided what the hell. Please note that I’m aware I am discussing the emotions and narrative of a fake show, with a fake universe and fake characters – I’m just dumping some thoughts I’ve had in the past few days.

I’m not aiming to change anyone’s opinion here – I’m well aware there are a lot of people who don’t like Crosshair as they’ve made it painfully aware in the past weeks, however I do want to calmly explain a few things and if you’re interested in reading them be my guest.

I can understand that a lot of people might not entirely comprehend the emotions I will try to explain party because they perhaps never experienced them and partly because I probably won’t word them accurately enough but I will do the best I can.

The contents of the last episode of the Season 1 Bad Batch series have left me a little broken. I’m really trying to not get too emotional but the contents of this series have triggered some emotional trauma I’ve buried (as I’m sure it did for a lot of people, but I will be speaking only for myself here) – I’m not blaming the show in any way. I love the show. It’s because of its good writing and setting that this hurts so much.

Crosshair being left again is really upsetting to me for a lot of reasons. The gaping distance created by the Bad Batch and Crosshair is so hurtful. Earlier on in the show, after seeing the complete disregard for their brother, I thought that perhaps there is part of this narrative that we are missing. Maybe the relationship between them wasn’t as good as we thought. Maybe at some point during their upbringing or the numerous missions they’ve been on together these guys figured out they hate their brother. Or at least don’t care for him. Which would be enough of a reason for them to completely not hesitate to continue their lives without him. However what I cannot understand is – how can you leave him stranded on a platform on a planet that is just water, where the only building on that planet has been blown up minutes prior, without his weapon and backpack.

They practically left him for dead.

You don’t care about your brother and you don’t want him to be on your team? Fine. You can’t get past your differences and work together or have a healthy conversation about your differences in opinions? Understandable. But please explain to me how leaving him with no weapon on a absolutely deserted planet makes any sense? Even if the Empire does come back to look for him (which in my opinion is highly unlikely) what do you think they will do to him? The only Empirial teammate he had and was left alive saw him and snitched on him to Rampart. They gave the order to kill him alongside the other clones. They most likely will either kill him or experiment on him. Hunter knows this. He might not be certain exactly what’s going to happen but he for a fact knows the Empire will discard him - he said so to Crosshair on two occasions.

So now in my opinion is just a question of basic human decency to at least drop him somewhere - on another planet at least I don’t know.

For the people who think Crosshair was too rude to his brothers in the last episode and was making too snarky replies. First, it’s not news that Crosshair in general does that - since day one he has been sarcastic and borderline “rude”. Whether or not his brothers found that annoying or not is up to debate but at least in my opinion they didn’t seem too bothered by it. Ask anyone with siblings - bickering is part of the family relationship. Second, I don’t know if you ever encountered someone after a dramatic breakup (doesn’t matter if it’s a friendship or a romantic relationship) but his behavior was presented very accurately. Please try to imagine getting into a fight with someone you had years of build relationship, people who you deeply cared for and trusted, people you probably loved. You get into a fight, you fall out and don’t hear each other for some time. Now you have a lot of time for these emotions to brew inside you - you will mainly feel sadness. Why did this happen? Why are they not reaching out? They know you are in pain so why aren’t they trying to remedy things? Queue all of the moments you had together, all the good memories, all the emotions you’ve shared and how much you devoted yourself to them. Was it all fake? Did they feel the same? Then comes anger. How could they? How could you? Why did you let yourself be this vulnerable with someone? Why are they not trying to communicate with you? Don’t they hurt the same as you? This segment by the way opens up a whole other door of trust issues and thoughts that lead you to conclusions to never let yourself be this vulnerable with others or have any kind of deep emotions for anyone else but we are not going to tackle that. (Not to mention that until that point Crosshair was already presented as a very closed off character and probably the only people he truly felt comfortable with were his brothers but never mind that now.) So you are angry and sad. Unfortunately even with all that hurt you don’t stop loving this person/these people because it just doesn’t work like that. In fact it is so painful because you love them. Time passes and you finally meet and the first thing that it’s itching at your tongue is to tell them they have hurt you. Which Crosshair did - he explained they’ve left him even though they were brothers and in a way betrayed him. Then comes the desire to inflict pain back - it’s completely irrational because a part of you wants to patch things up but another just wants to get payback. To say something, anything, to hurt them. It’s erratic, childish - exactly what we can see from Crosshair in this last episode. He takes every opportunity to bite back. And honestly I can’t blame him. That’s a totally normal response. I would like to point out that in a way the batch does that too - they are not warm to him in any way either, which again is valid since from their point of view they also probably feel betrayed by him. Also, the fact that he doesn’t feel the need to physically harm them (even though as he said it would have been totally justifiable from his point of view) but just make a few snarky remarks? Yeah, I would let that slide.

Honorable mention to the fact that no one apologized .. for anything. Even a casual “sorry, we left you” or “sorry, we didn’t bother to come looking for you” - nothing. I think at this point no one was expecting for the batch to start dramatically confessing their feelings but just a plain apology would have been a great start. It just confuses me so much. Hunter said to Omega “I’m angry at myself. We don’t leave our own behind.” and yet couldn’t express a simple gesture of apology to him? It makes no sense to me. I know that not everyone is emotional. Not everyone can have or express strong feelings for another human being in a relationship. But the complete lack of interest from the batch since day 1 about what is happening with their brother is baffling to me.

I’m gonna say this once and there are probably going to be people out there who don’t get it and that’s fine but: If you deeply care about someone and love them you would want them to come back. Against all odds. In spite of what they say. You would dare do the impossible just for the off chance something, anything, works and you get to have them back.

The Batch went back to save Hunter. On Kamino. In a situation where, honestly, they were going to die if it wasn’t for Crosshairs decision to give them a chance. They were walking in outnumbered against a person who knew and could predict their every move. And they knew that but they had to try. No such thing at any point was shown for Crosshair. They didn’t even try to get to him at the end. The only one who did was Omega. And I’m willing to believe that if Hunter or whoever stepped in after her conversations with him he was perhaps going to crack but.. no one even tried.

I don’t want to seem like I hate the show or the other characters. Words cannot express how good this show is and how accurately it’s written (in my opinion) but it’s just hurtful. And I believe a lot of us Crosshair fans are hurt because we can empathize. I’m not living under the illusion that my opinion of Crosshair is going to change anyone else’s - this is not what I’m trying to do. This is my post, take it or leave it. I just had thoughts and wanted to lay them out. If you read through all of this, thank you for giving it your time.

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