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sopebubbles · 9 months

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Twelve

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: Yoongi takes you on a date

Warnings: slight angst (mostly talking about her past), mentions of past abuse, homelessness, fear of abandonment

Honestly yall its a lot of yoongi and oc being freakin soft 😩

Yoongi was only slightly disappointed to find you awake and making breakfast with Hobi in the kitchen when he came in after eight in the morning. He'd kind of been hoping to be able to take a peek at you in your nest, just to see for himself that you were as safe and cozy as his other omega had promised (many times) that you were last night. Although he hadn't been gripped by the same agonizing fear he had known for the month you were gone, he still hated being away from you so long last night, and he'd texted both Jimin and Hoseok multiple times last to assuage his anxiety (and his guilt). They'd promised him that you had nested just fine, had eaten well and seemed perfectly happy with Jimin's company before peacefully going to sleep. It was cute just how much he worried about the details.

"Yoongi!" You said his name brightly when you saw him and rushed over to give him a hug. You were too energized from a good night's sleep and the cup of fresh squeezed orange juice Taehyung gave you to be self conscious about it. You didn't seem to notice the flour on your cheek until Yoongi brushed it off with a smile. "Oh sorry. I'm probably getting you dirty," you said as you tried to pull away. He held you close.

"I don't mind. Good morning," he hummed as he rubbed his chin over the top of your head.

"M-morning." Yoongi's arms tightening around you turned to jelly when you'd been solid only moments ago.

How can he be so warm? He must be tired and hungry.

"Can I get you some pancakes?" You offered, and he finally loosened his hold.

"Only if you eat some with me. Have you eaten yet?"

You shook your head. "But I need to help Hobi."

The omega waved a hand at you without looking back. "I can handle it. If your alpha says eat, then it's time to eat. Which you know. She kept saying she didn't want to eat until you got here," he added just to make you squirm. A small whine escaped your throat, drawing the attention of all the men, whether they intended to look your way or not. "Careful, girl. Your whines have power here," Hobi smirked as he set two plates in front of you and Yoongi on the counter.

You sat down and ate quietly for a few minutes while Yoongi tried and failed to pretend he was paying more attention to the food than to you. Jin and Jungkook were laying on the couch, nearly falling back asleep after stuffing themselves before anyone else got up. Jimin had gotten up to take your place helping Hobi while Taehyung and Namjoon sat at the table sharing the newspaper.

"What do you want to do today?" Yoongi asked after several minutes.

You swallowed and cleared your throat. "I have to work later."

Yoongi's fork froze halfway to his mouth. "What? why?"

You shrugged. "I work Saturdays."

"You work six hours a day, six days a week?" You nodded. "That's too much."

"I-I thought you d-didn't mind me working…"

Screwed it up already. Now you'll see how he really feels. The pancakes in your stomach turned to lead.

Yoongi could see you getting nervous, watched you grow even smaller. "No. No, I don't," he managed, forcing his voice to be calm. "I don't mind you working if it's what you want. But that's a lot. Thirty-six hours is almost full time but no benefits. That just seems…sketchy."

You tilted your head at him. "What do you mean?"

"Just that it seems like your employer is taking advantage of you. Do you get any benefits?"

"Well, I get heat leave."

"But what about health insurance? Vacation? Extended sick leave? What if you get pregnant?" Yoongi could feel all the air leave the room and wished he could take the words back.

You shook you head and spoke softly, "Yoongi, I'm not–"

"I know. I didn't mean that. I'm an idiot. I swear I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying, those are things you'd expect in a full-time job."

You shrugged. "It's not like I have a lot of options, Yoongi."

"I know," he sighed. "I just want you to be treated fairly."

You stood from your stool and walked toward the stairs. "People like me don't get treated fairly."

Yoongi got up and followed you, catching your arm as gently as he could. "I'm sorry. For what I said and how I said it. I know that you've been doing the best you could, and I have no right to judge that. Everything is okay." His hand laid hot against your neck, thumb stroking just the bottom edge of your scent gland. When he felt your shoulders relax, so did his. "Come finish your breakfast, and when you're ready I'll take you to work."

You turned worried eyes up at him. "You worked so hard, alpha. You must be tired. I'll finish, but then you need to go to sleep. Jimin and Tae will take me."

The corners of Yoongi's mouth turned up in a placating smile. "Okay."

He watched you walk back to your seat at the counter and pick up your fork, ignoring the eyes of the others as he joined you. He wanted to talk it through with you more, but he wasn't going to make you do it in front of everyone, and he didn't want to get into an argument before you went to work all day. Instead, he asked you how your night was and what you did the day before, and you plastered on a smile that slowly became more natural while you told him all about nesting and your newfound love of pillows.

When you'd both finished eating, you took your plates and washed them along with the others, no matter what Hobi said. You couldn't sit down and relax now. Doing so would only create nervous energy you wouldn't be able to dispel. You'd have to spend the rest of your day in motion. Yoongi followed you again when you went up the stairs to change for work, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't a little annoying.

At the top of the stairs you turned to look at him. "Are you going to follow me around all day?" You snapped.

Yoongi took a step back. He honestly didn't even realize how close he was. "I'm sorry. I wasn't intending to." He rubbed a hand over his eyes and you could see how tired he was.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "What are you doing?"

He sighed. "I was going to sleep like you'd suggested. I think I was following you because…"

He wants to sleep in my nest.

The realization dawned on both of you. "It's not time yet," you said softly, but eased your defensive stance.

Yoongi met your eyes with equal tenderness and smiled a little. "Yet?"

"Yet," you confirmed.

Somehow the idea that there was a future nest he would be invited into was enough for him. "That's alright."

You turned on your heel to walk to your room, but he called you back. "Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?"

"A date?"

"Yeah. If you don't have any plans."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Why?"

He chuckled. "Well, I told you we could date as part of our courtship, and I would like to get to know you better."

"But…" you looked at him with an expression of such utter confusion that he wished he had a camera to document it.

"But what?"

"I just…I don't want you to force yourself to take me on a date if you aren't attracted to me."

It was Yoongi's turn to be utterly lost. "Whatever gave you the idea that I'm not attracted to you? I'm your alpha."

"Yeah, I know, but I feel like you're just doing this, taking me in because you want to protect me, because I'm so helpless and pathetic. And you were so cool about not breeding me. Plus you have all the guys, and so I just guessed you weren't thinking of me that way." You wilted under Yoongi's amused gaze.

He snorted. "Princess, I do want to protect you because you are incredibly vulnerable, but that doesn't change my attraction to you one bit. And there's a whole world of intimacy between protecting you and breeding you. It's vast and we should go slow, but a date is a good start. That is, unless you aren't attracted to me."

Blood rushed to your face as you felt put on the spot. What kind of omega wouldn't be attracted to the alpha he was? What person wouldn't fall for his gentle, caring demeanor? But you couldn't possibly admit to it.

Yoongi stepped closer to mark the top of your head with his scent. The embrace only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away, but it still left you weak in the knees.

"I don't have anything to wear."

Yoongi shrugged. "It will be very casual. No one will see you but me. You can wear pajamas for all I care. Bonus points if you wear one of my hoodies."

You smiled at that thought. "Okay then."

"Good. Then I'll see you tonight," he told you before he turned and went into the pack bedroom to sleep.

Yoongi was pleasantly surprised to find an apple-scented pillow in his usual spot and let himself enjoy it for a few minutes before his memory from last night came back to him.

He had brought a patient to the emergency room of the hospital he had brought your ex-alpha to a few nights ago. After they filled out some paperwork, Yoongi and his partner took a break. His motivation was unclear, even at the time, but he found out what room the alpha was staying in from a nurse that liked to talk to him whenever she got the chance. She told him that he was still in the ICU, but that he was in a coma, and hadn't woken up since the night he was brought in. When he found the room, there was a woman inside. A tall redhead, an alpha as well, if Yoongi wasn't mistaken, so he steered clear, but it had stuck with him the rest of the night.

When he heard you, Jimin and Taehyung leave the house, Yoongi got out of bed and went to the living room where Jin and Jungkook were still on the couch.

"Is everything okay, Yoongi?" Jin asked when the alpha only stood over them without saying a word.

"I need to ask you some questions. Legal questions," he clarified and sat on the coffee table opposite them.

"What's on your mind, hyung?" Jungkook sat up to give him his full attention.

"I found out last night that her ex-alpha–"

"His name is Sebastián," Jungkook added.

Yoongi growled. "He's in a coma. And I just need to know what's going to happen to her if he never wakes up. And I guess, what happens if he does?"

Jin sat up and shared a look with Jungkook before he spoke. "If he doesn't wake up, there would most likely be a grand jury investigation, which would determine who, if anyone, was responsible for his death."

"In that case, the blame would likely fall on the driver, since she has already been charged with drunk driving. It would be manslaughter," Jungkook added.

"But she said she pushed him, in her statement. That won't matter?"

Jin shook his head doubtfully. "She could get charged, but in my experience, if you put that girl in front of any judge or jury, there's no way they wouldn't chalk it up to self defense. If he does survive, it wouldn't even make sense to press charges for assault. He wouldn't look very sympathetic. But whether or not she's charged criminally, if he dies, his family could bring a wrongful death suit to civil court. But again, it will be hard to make her look like a perpetrator, especially since they're both Lykos."

"You seem confident that she'll be okay?"

"I am," Jin assured him.

"But what if she had a motive?" Yoongi worried.

"You mean because they knew each other?" Yoongi nodded. Jin thought it over, rubbing his finger along his lower lip. "The prosecution would have to prove she meant to push him into traffic and not just to get him off of her. In that case, she'd just need to be coached not to take the bait."

"Could you do it? Would you take the case? If it came to that, I mean." Yoongi didn't know any other lawyers, and he certainly didn't know any he thought he could trust with something like this more than Jin.

He must have been able to read that emotion in Yoongi's eyes because Jin nodded. He wouldn't take that trust for granted again. "If she needs me to, of course, Yoongi. I'll do anything for you."

You were surprised when Yoongi said he was taking you to a drive in theater. You'd hardly been to any movie theaters at all in your life, and never a drive-in, but you liked the idea of it. There were lots of benefits to it. You got to go out to a public place, but sitting in his car was relatively private. The movie removed the pressure to make conversation, but on the other hand, if the movie wasn't very interesting, you could talk through it without disturbing anyone else. It was really a perfect idea for a first date.

He'd urged you to take a nap when you got home since the movie wouldn't start until later, and you were glad you'd taken his advice. You didn't have much to choose from when it came to clothing options, so you simply put on a clean pair of jeans and the mustard yellow hoodie he had loaned you a few days ago. Yoongi seemed pleased enough with your ensemble, repeating his compliment of how nice you looked in that color. He wasn't dressed up at all either, wearing a pair of ordinary jeans and a baggy long sleeve shirt. You wouldn't know it because he wouldn't say such a thing, but there wasn't anything you could wear that would look more appealing to him than his own clothes, because they made you look like you were his. He beamed at you when you came down the stairs to leave with him.

"Do I look okay?" You whispered to Hoseok.

He pinched your cheek. "You look adorable. He loves it. Believe me." He winked at Yoongi over your head and the alpha held out his hand to take you to the car. "Don't come home too early," he instructed as you went out the door together.

Once you got settled in the front seat, Yoongi cleared his throat before he started the engine. "This is for you," he said as he handed you a brand new Samsung phone.

"Oh, I–"

"Before you say you don't need it, just consider that it's for me. I want you to make sure that you have it with you and it's on all the time. I told you that it's important for me to know where you are, so I can keep you safe, so you need a phone. And don't worry, it's not like the newest model or anything. Besides, remember you're agreed to let me provide for you. So just accept it. It has all of the pack's numbers saved already, in case you ever need one of them, and they all have your number already. I'm your emergency contact," he rambled.

Instead of offering any protest you smiled softly and unbuckled your seat belt to lean over and kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you, alpha," you said before you leaned back into your spot. You may have wanted to refuse, but he was right, it was for him and not you, not really. If he needed you to carry this thing around in order to feel more secure, that shouldn't be hard for you.

You weren't prepared for more gifts when you got to the drive-in. When you found a spot to park, Yoongi told you to wait while he got out of the car and went to the trunk. You looked anxiously through the back window, but couldn't see anything that gave away what he was doing. Eventually he pushed a large gift bag and picnic basket through his open car door before he joined you again.

"What's all this?" You wondered, looking at the tissue paper sticking out of the huge bag at your eye level.

"Why don't you open it and see?" He teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you got up on your knees to be able to look over the bag, but your scrutiny only made him smile. Pulling out the paper piece by piece revealed two soft round pillows inside, one lavender and one orange.

"I figured you needed some pillows for your nest. I thought these could remind you of me and Jiminie."

Your cheeks and your eyes burned as you pulled out the two pillows, almost ball-like except for how plush they were. They squeezed nicely in your arms when you held them to your chest.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Yoongi asked, beginning to feel nervous when you didn't say anything.

You buried your head in them to hide your wet eyes. "They're perfect." Your words were muffled, but they still warmed Yoongi's heart. When you collected yourself, you placed the pillows safely back in the bag and set it aside. "What's in the basket?"

"Oh, I asked Hobi to put together some snacks for us. But if there are any other treats you want, I'll go get something from the concession stand." Yoongi opened the top of the basket and you both reached for the box of raisinets at the same time. You whispered an apology while Yoongi plucked them out. He opened the box and handed it to you. "I'm going to go get some popcorn. Do you have a drink preference?"

You shook your head and he got out once again to go get more snacks. You shoved a few raisinets into your mouth and put the rest away. Then you pulled out the soft orange pillow from the gift bag at your feet and held it close again. You wondered if he'd already scented it, or if it was your imagination that applied the orange aroma.

The longer he was gone, your mind began to wander. It was hard not to think about all the first things you were experiencing lately. Your very first completely safe, self- made nest, your first drive-in movie, your first date. It had felt like you'd been living for years, in the most raw way possible, but maybe all you'd done was survive, and only barely. These new things seemed so small and insignificant to you when they were only abstract ideas, things you would live without because you didn't need them to survive, but now they felt monumentally important as each one carved a memory in your heart. And each one was available to you only because of Yoongi.

The man at the center of your thoughts broke through them when he returned several minutes later carrying a large bucket of popcorn, which he handed to you, and a large coke that he balanced on the dashboard.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, taking in your expression, which remained pensive as he settled into his seat.

You forced a smile, not because you weren't feeling it, but because it wasn't a thing you were accustomed to showing. "I'm fine. I…" you searched for something to say that would take you away from your thoughts. "I didn't even ask what we were seeing."

Yoongi chuckled at himself. "Oh. Yeah. It's actually a horror movie. I was actually hoping we could see the comedy that's playing on the other screen, but it was sold out, so this one was left. But if you don't like horror movies, I was thinking we could just sit and talk. Or we could leave. Or if we're really bored we could turn on the radio station for the comedy and watch it with the horror scenes."

You laughed at his ridiculous idea, but thought it actually sounded kind of fun. "Well, I do like horror movies, but option three also sounds interesting," you admitted with a smile that almost stopped his heart.

Yoongi cleared his throat as he looked out the window. "There's still like twenty or thirty minutes before the sun sets and the movie starts. Maybe we can still talk?"

You began to get the feeling that this was what he actually wanted to begin with. He had said he wanted to get to know you, and you supposed he had a right to know the person he was taking in, but at the same time you didn't want to overwhelm him with all of your baggage, at least not in one night.

"What do you want to talk about?" You hedged, shoving a kernel of popcorn past your lips.

"Well, I just really want to know more about you, but I don't want to be unfair, so you can ask me anything you want to," he offered, turning in his seat to look at you.

"I don't know what I could tell you that Jungkook hasn't already. I mean, he must have run a background check on me, right? And he would have told you before he let you take me home?"

Yoongi shook his head. "Jungkook hasn't really said much, actually. I mean, yeah, we do know about, um, where you were before you came to the city," he said diplomatically.

"You mean jail?" You asked provocatively. "You can say it. Unless it makes you uncomfortable, which I understand." You knew you shouldn't be getting your hackles up with him. He approached the subject gently and here you were, striking back with your claws out like the alley cat that you were. You closed your eyes to try to calm your racing heart.

He placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, it's okay. I'm not judging you. No one in the pack is, either. You're not the only person to get arrested, you know."

You opened your eyes and looked at him incredulously. "Have you been arrested?"

Yoongi nodded his head. "When I was sixteen. A friend and I stole his uncle's car and went for a joy ride. I was just a passenger, and I hadn't presented yet. They dropped the charges."

"Wow, grand theft auto," you chuckled and he did too.

"My point is, we all have a past. I mean, some of us more than others, but you're not the only one."

You eyed him uncertainly. "Did he tell you what I was arrested for? I wasn't just arrested Yoongi. I spent six months in county."

Yoongi nodded. "I know, but I'm not judging you for what you had to do."

You shook your head with a wry laugh. "That's the thing. I didn't do it. I mean yeah, she made me go out there, but I promise you I didn't sell my body. Honest. That was my first night. I may have been naive, but I'm not an idiot. The first guy I talked to was a cop, and I knew it. I could spot him easy, so I offered myself up and I let him arrest me. And when they charged me, I pleaded guilty. Do you know why?" Yoongi shook his head, dark eyes locked on yours. "Because going to jail was better than going back to my alphas."

Yoongi kept his face neutral despite the anger he felt bubbling below the surface of his skin. He'd never ever question your decision, but he would always feel angry that your situation was so bad that jail seemed like a viable alternative for you.

"You said alphas?" He questioned when he managed to speak.

"Two of them," you said with a nod.

"And one of them was female?"

"Yeah, they were husband and wife."

"How did you meet them? I mean…he's so much older."

You grabbed the coke from the dashboard and took a long drink to clear the lump in your throat. Yoongi's eyes never left you, but you tried to ignore him. "I met her first. I was on the streets. I was almost seventeen by then, but I'd been on my own for months. She just started talking to me one day when she was volunteering at a soup kitchen…offered me a place to stay. And I was desperate enough to not question it."

"So she just…took you in off the streets?" You nodded. "And then what?" He asked as if your story was the one he had bought a ticket for tonight.

"And then…and then everything seemed normal for like a week. They just seemed like a regular couple. They had a spare room and they needed help around the house, so I would clean and take care of the house in exchange for living there. It was several days before I realized they actually wouldn't let me leave. I hadn't really been on heat suppressants yet, and when that time came around I found out that the real reason they wanted me was because they wanted babies. They couldn't have any on their own, so they would use me. Like some fucked up puppy mill," you choked out.

Yoongi reached over to pat your back, but you flinched away from him, and he could understand that you wanted your space after such a revelation. He took his hand back and tried to think of something to say when all he wanted to do was rage on your behalf. But he knew it wouldn't do you any good. "It makes sense that you were so frightened when two other strangers took you off the street. You must have been very scared."

You looked him straight in the eyes. "It's only been a few days. Shouldn't I still be scared?"

It wounded Yoongi deeply that you felt that way, but he could hardly blame you. He knew it wasn't about him exactly. "I'm sorry. I know there isn't really anything I could say to reassure you that you're safe with me but–"

"It's okay, Yoongi. I do feel safe with you. It's different. The way I feel when I think about you. When I'm near you…I feel safe but…" you looked out at the narrowing strip of pink sky to your left.

"But what?"

"I've been taken in so many times when I think I'm at my lowest. When I was abandoned as a baby, when I met those other alphas, when Eli came to play big brother. And never, never has any of it actually made me safe."

"I hope–" Yoongi could feel the tears at his water line, but they would stay there. He bit his lip and looked away as well. "I hope you'll stay long enough to know that you will be safe in our home."

You looked back at him finally and noticed the collar of his unbuttoned button-down shirt was crooked. Reaching over to straighten it, you assured him, "as long as you keep it safe for me, I won't have anywhere else to go."

Yoongi took your wrist gently before you had the chance to pull away from him. With his fingertips against your pulse point, he could feel the strong, steady beat of your heart, not high enough to be panicking, but still a little anxious. "I will do everything I can to make you feel safe," he promised.

Before you could make any kind of response, the lights over the parking lot shut off and images began to play on the screen in front of you. Without another word, Yoongi released you in order to fiddle with the radio, tuning it to the right station for your movie. You both settled back into the seat, facing the screen, with a mountain of snacks in between you. You each tried your best to focus on the movie, but you could feel it every time his eyes slid toward you as he watched your profile instead of the characters on screen. Every time you turned to look at him he recentered his attention, but he was fooling no one. Several times your hands brushed when you both reached into the popcorn for a salty snack, and he would chuckle awkwardly before pulling away.

You both tried to focus on the movie, but the truth was that it did nothing to hold your attention, not with Yoongi right beside you.

"There's something I don't understand," you said abruptly, causing Yoongi to look quickly between you and the huge screen. The movie had been pretty straight forward, to the point of being pretty boring.

"What?"

"Why do you like me? Why me?" Yoongi laughed openly while you pouted. You pulled your feet under you and turned to face him straight on, giving up any pretense of watching the movie. "Don't laugh. I'm serious. I mean. I don't know. I guess I'm trying to understand your intentions because I want to believe that this won't be like before but I…I'm scrawny and dumb and there's nothing interesting about me. I'm not even pretty enough to make up for it all. And there are plenty of needy omegas in this city. So what could you possibly want me for?"

Yoongi's humor subsided, and he turned the radio down before moving to face you as well. His expression was serious but his eyes still held light. He reached over to brush back your hair so he could see your face in the scattered light from the projector.

"I don't think attraction is ever really about those things. Not how someone looks or what they have to say, but how those things resonate with you. It's an elemental, a chemical thing. I just like you. Maybe that's why Hobi and Jin think we're fated mates."

"Fated mates?"

"I don't know. It's kind of…lykos folklore. Sort of what saps think of as soulmates. Like, it just feels right with someone, like you're linked to them even though there's no real reason. There's no proof that it's real. It's just a feeling I guess. But they say it only happens with alphas and omegas. And I don't think I believe it. I don't know if you feel that. But I do feel drawn to you in a way that I never have with anyone else. I don't even think attraction is the right word. I just feel like…I need to be with you."

Yoongi's eyes never left your face while he talked and you didn't realize you were holding your breath until he stopped and you inhaled so you could answer him. "Maybe that's why my omega wants me to trust you even though everything else tells me not to. Like, I should be terrified of you, but I'm just not. I just want to be good so that I can stay."

You didn't know you were leaning toward him, nor were you fully aware of the words you spoke or how they made Yoongi's heart race, but when he brushed his fingers along your cheekbone you suddenly leaned back, blinking rapidly to regain your composure.

Yoongi coughed and pulled his hand away, reaching for candy to occupy his fingers. "I guess I should be honest with you about my intentions," he said with a shrug. "Because I know they aren't entirely altruistic."

You swallowed, but kept your eyes on him. His words made you nervous, but you'd hardly call it fear. "What do you mean?"

"Maybe it's a little dark. Or maybe all alphas feel this way. I always knew I was an alpha before presentation, because I always wanted people to depend on me. I always wanted to be in charge, to be a provider, to have the people in my life need me even more than they wanted me. In a way, the attraction I have, the love I have for the others, that's the unbelievable thing. With Jimin, with you, I felt from the first time I met each of you that you needed me. You wouldn't survive without me. And I liked that. Do you think that's kind of sick?" He wondered. You couldn't tell if he wanted an answer, or if he wanted you to be a little bit scared. But still you didn't feel it.

I don't think I will survive without you, your inner self echoed.

You reached out to him, let your fingers graze the back of his hand. "I'm not sure. I'm not the best judge of what's normal and what's not. But it sounds right to me. I think to myself sometimes, I don't know how I've survived this long. I should be dead. Omegas…we aren't built to make it on our own. Sometimes it seemed like my death was right around the corner, but I don't feel that way anymore. The last two days have felt like the safest days of my whole life," you admitted.

Yoongi's chest felt tight, like his heart would burst through his ribs if you kept talking. He turned his palm up so he could slot his fingers through yours. You sat in silence for a moment, letting him hold your hand while he tried to keep his breathing steady.

"I don't understand why you're not pack alpha. Is it because Seokjin makes more money?" You wondered after a minute as you brushed back his chin length hair with your fingers.

Yoongi chuckled. "If we're getting technical, Taehyung makes the most money in the pack."

Your eyes bulged in surprise. "But I thought Tae didn't work."

"He doesn't have a job in the strictest sense, but reclusive artists are often the most sought after. His paintings sell for a high price tag to collectors."

You hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe I picked the wrong alpha."

Yoongi tugged on your hand playfully, making you giggle. "I always wanted to be a pack alpha. When I was younger I tried to establish my own pack but…it just wasn't right. I didn't have a lot to offer back then. I've never had Jin's resources. And then I met his pack, and I felt very comfortable with them. It was easy to fall in love with each of them so quickly. But they were already complete before me. I felt surprised they even wanted me. So I let go of that dream. It's been over five years now."

"But then you met Jimin, right? Did you think about starting a pack with him? On your own, I mean?"

Yoongi shrugged. "An alpha and a beta isn't much of a pack. You can make a pack without a beta, but without an omega? What's the point?" He looked at you through his eyelashes, but then quickly away. "Besides, Jimin and I both always wanted a big pack, and he clicked with Jungkook and Taehyung right away. It would have been selfish to take him away just because I wanted to be in charge."

"You're my pack alpha though," you murmured, sending a shiver down Yoongi's spine. He could only nod. "Good."

He lets his eyes close and for a minute you just watch him breathe steadily, happy that he seems content with you. But as seconds slip by you begin to feel that it might not be enough. Maybe it was silly, but you felt so much closer to him after all you'd both said, and holding his hand wasn't physically close enough anymore.

"I'm kind of cold," you told him quietly, taking him from his thoughts.

"I can turn on the heat," he offered, letting go of your hand and reaching for the ignition.

"Or maybe you could just hold me?"

The corner of his mouth tugged into a smile. He helped you move all the snacks to the backseat of the impala and moved closer so you met in the middle. You huddled into his side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you legs over his. You let out a quiet, happy sigh you hoped he didn't notice.

"If you wanted to cuddle all you had to do was say so," he whispered to the top of your head.

You turned your face into his shoulder. "I'm working on it," you mumbled.

He smiled and ran his fingers through your hair, dragging his fingernails gently against your scalp. "You're doing great, princess."

You made a noise Yoongi wouldn't only describe as grumpy and turned your face up at him. "Why do you call me that?"

"Because that's what I want you to feel like. Because princesses have everything they need provided for. And because you're special just because you're you. But if you don't like it, I can call you something else."

You nestled into him again. "Well, when you put it like that."

Once again, Yoongi turned up the volume on the radio and you both at least pretended to pay attention. Although the movie in general was pretty innocuous, you took advantage of one lame jump scare to bury your face into his neck. Yoongi held his breath as you nosed at his scent gland, causing his light, happy scent to fill the car around you. He let you stay in his arms until the end of the movie, and although you didn't fall asleep, it was an easy mistake for him to make. He scratched teasingly at your side to rouse you when the screen went dark.

"Are you ready to go home, princess?"

You tilted your head up to see his features illuminated by the lights of other cars as they made their exits. You'd practically forgotten that there was anyone else there. Your head nodded sleepily, and Yoongi reluctantly moved you over to your side of the seat. When he moved behind the steering wheel you moved back to the center seat and strapped in the seatbelt there so you could stay close to his warmth.

No matter how old you get, the urge to stay up on a Saturday night always remains. Yoongi could tell by the soft footsteps moving about the second floor that the pack are just settling in for the night, brushing their teeth and for the most part discarding unnecessary items of clothing before staking their claim to their spots in the nest. Everyone was home for once, and they'd all sleep soundly. Even you. Even Yoongi, although he knew that it still wasn't time for you and him to share space for that activity. You climbed the stairs sleepily with Yoongi a few steps behind you, making sure you didn't slip as you swayed precariously. His hand went quickly to your hip, grabbing hold of the fabric there when you tripped over the top step. The noise brought Hoseok to the bedroom door.

"You didn't get her drunk, did you, alpha?" Hobi asked from the half open door. Yoongi rolled his eyes, because the omega knew that wasn't the plan.

"No, just sleepy," you yawned as you rubbed your eyes.

Jimin squeezed past Hoseok to give you a goodnight hug. "You smell like you crawled out of an orange." He giggled, "apples and oranges."

Yoongi blushed while the two of you said your goodnights.

"Do you need any help getting ready for bed?" Hobi asked softly. He'd helped you take apart your nest earlier today so that you could keep practicing.

"No, I think I got it. And I have new pillows," you whispered happily.

"Okay then," he smiled back. "Yoongi, I'll see you in a minute," he said, and the instruction to your alpha was clear, just in case he didn't already know where he would be sleeping tonight. He closed the door and the two of you were cloaked in darkness except for a sliver of light from a lamp Hoseok left on for you in your room.

"Are you going to tell them what I told you earlier?" You asked after a moment passed with nothing but the sound of your breathing.

"I won't, if you don't want me too. But no one is going to judge you if you're–"

"No. I was just thinking it would be better if you did. That way I don't have to tell it six more times."

Yoongi nodded. It was a vulnerable thing you had shared, and it couldn't be easy to talk about with others. "I read once that if you talk about your trauma repeatedly, like you're telling a story, it can start to feel more like a thing that happened and not something that's still happening to you."

You cringed at the thought. "I think I'd still rather have you explain it. If you don't mind."

"Of course," he agreed easily, anything to make you more comfortable.

"I had a good time tonight," you admitted after another quiet moment where neither of you seemed to want to leave.

Yoongi's smile was becoming semi permanent. "I'm glad. Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

He took one step closer to you and leaned down to kiss your cheek, but you turned your head up in such a way that you caught his lips with your own. You froze in surprise, and even more shockingly, he didn't move away. Yoongi took another step into you, so your chests were just touching. His hand went around your back to keep you steady despite intensifying the angle of your kiss. Still, it remained chaste even as it went on. His lips were hot and soft and just slightly moist, but he seemed content to press his mouth just gently to yours for another moment longer. Then his lips finally left yours, he whispered his goodnight and disappeared into the pack bedroom.

😃😃 they kissed! Who wants to scream about it?

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pharawee · 5 months

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Welcome to the second part of my Pit Babe novel commentary aka "hey this isn't so ba---wait where's Babe's sudden daddy kink even coming from??"

And I try (oh my god do I try). 🤡

I'm now at chapter 10, trying to pace myself because the (auto-translated) translation I'm reading is apparently a WIP. I'm on the edge of my seat. The plot is beginning to thicken.

Previously, Charlie was being sus and Babe was catching feelings, but most importantly there was a lot of pwp and very little racing.

Now there's more racing. Babe even brings Charlie (he still has to wear a mask and a hat) but gets too distracted by his presence (he's apparently addicting enough to kiss through the mask) and promptly forgets to check his car before the race (even though Charlie warns him against it but such is the power of scent - or lack of scent in this case. I don't even know anymore - neither does Babe but at some point Charlie states that's he's now in an alpha rut which I suppose means exactly what it says on the tin).

But, oh no! Babe runs into trouble during the race. He loses the lead and his car gets increasingly difficult to control until it crashes and bursts into flames. But it's okay, Babe jumps out of the driving car just in the nick of time (have you ever seen a supercar outfitted for racing? It's difficult enough to climb into one - funny how I'm apparently okay with omegaverse shenanigans but I draw the line at wonky motorsports physics 🤣).

Anyway, the track marshals are doing a really shit job because somehow they 1. let Charlie on the track to singlehandedly try and rescue Babe and 2. they also completely miss that Babe has literally jumped ship car and is lying on the track. He ends up with a broken wrist and a sprained knee (or was it the other way around? anyway, he's wearing several casts) which means he won't be able to finish the season and lose the title of King (all because he was too horny to check his car... but yeah also apparently it was sabotage ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ).

So much for the racing part.

Babe needs weeks to heal so naturally he needs Charlie to pamper and feed him and dick him down several times a day but what else is new. No offence to the the dicking down part but ugh I hate this trope. Maybe it's just because I dislike the dynamics but I don't like the way Babe is taking on more and more cliché omega traits. If I have to read one more time about how much smaller he is (or about his "rounded" hips... are you ok google translate?)...

Oh, and btw. There are omegas in this! Charlie gets flirted at by one (which Babe absolutely hates) and he does have a scent and all. Later, when Charlie is busy being extremely sus again he meets up with a childhood friend, Jeff (Pon's character in the series is called Jeff - oh. oh no...), and if I'm not mistaken he's an omega as well. Jeff cautions Charlie against being with Babe and displeasing his father (which also seems to be Jeff's father? Dude sure has a lots of adoptive kids...) but Charlie argues that he knows what he's doing and he doesn't want to stop anyway.

Later on he tells the exact same thing to his (adoptive?) father, and why do I get the feeling that this might be the same father Babe mentioned earlier when he was telling a feverish Charlie a story to get him to sleep:

In his story, Babe mentions how when he was very small he used to go hungry every day because his mum was out of the picture and his father didn't even make enough money bring food to the table. One day the hunger was so bad that he passed out and woke up in the hospital where a stranger told him he'd be his new family. With little choice in the matter, Babe accepted and went on to spend the rest of his childhood well-cared for and in elite schools etc. That is, until he turned (presumably...) 18 and discovered that his father didn't adopt him out of the kindness of his heart but for ulterior motives that Babe doesn't explain any further because at that point Charlie has fallen asleep.

So yeah, what are the odds that Babe's "father" and Charlie's father are the same person (no spoilers, please)? Because if so then... that's disturbing, especially since Charlie's father seems to want Charlie to lure Babe back home. I mean, Charlie seems to have his own plans but it's not like his father throws him out after their secret meeting. Sus, very sus.

Meanwhile, Babe is slowly losing his heightened senses (the novel doesn't mention it yet but I'm pretty sure this is Charlie's doing) but he doesn't seem to mind because he's too busy falling in love. There's a lovely scene where Charlie and he spend the night stargazing, and this is when Babe realises that something's different because usually his heart only beats this fast when he thinks about racing (lmao).

Cue to them not having sex for a week because Babe feels like he's going crazy.

Meanwhile, it's been decided that Charlie will finish Babe's racing season for him because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and I'm sure he'll win the title too because he's Charlie, alphaest of alphas. Or something.

So one night Babe officially introduces him to the rest of team X-Hunter (and curiously Sonic and North seem to be racers in the novel as well) but things go awry when Babe is too busy fooling around with Way (no you cannot be affectionate with a male friend in a BL novel it is forbidden!!). Charlie and Babe argue and proceed to ignore each other for the rest of the night until they make up (and out) during the official X-Hunter sleepover (with Way and another poor dude sleeping in the same room).

They're polite enough to seek out the indoor pool (this isn't even their house - have you no shame?) and talk it out. And by talk it out I mean there's an inappropriate amount of daddy-calling and Little Mermaid jokes. This is where Charlie claims Babe. Yes, there's knotting (I think? like I said, I'm not axactly an expert and auto-translate is a bit vague, bless its little AI heart). Charlie threatens (I'm sure it's all meant very lovingly 🤡) to impregnate Babe if there's no other way to show others that he's his. To which Babe replies that that's impossible anway.

It's impossible, right? Right??

#pit babe the series #pit babe spoilers #pit babe #jane watches stuff #(in a way)#pit babe meta #bl meta #i wrote this is the middle of the night because i can't sleep #but this feels like a fever dream anyway so #to everyone reading this:#you have my thanks but also sry for subjecting you to this lmao 🙏

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witch-off · 1 year

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“How to heal a broken bone.”

SPOILERS FOR THE BAD BATCH S2

Rating: Explicit +18

Pairing: Tech x (F)Reader

Synopsis: Tech is very frustraded after breaking his femur, to say the least. He can’t go on missions. He can't fix his ship. He can't even walk straight with crutches. Luckily you are there to help him.

Warnings: Established relationship, poly relationship with the rest of the Batch, a little bit of angst, smut, fingering (female receiving) and oral sex(male receiving).

You hear Tech sigh for the 10th time. Or maybe it was the 15th time. You were already losing count.

Your eyes move from your current task to Tech sitting in the pilot's chair. He seemed bored while staring at his datapad, which was something unusual. "Bored" was one of the last words you would use to describe him. He always seemed to be involved in some research or working on something with his hands. But now he was navigating through files in a distracted way in search of some interesting information.

The culprit of this situation was the cast that went from his foot to half of his left thigh. Luckily, the fracture in the femur wasn’t serious, it would take 3 months for him to recover, but with the help of AZI and a lot of bacta Tech would be back much sooner. Unfortunately, this also meant that he couldn’t go on missions for quite a while.

The others had left early to explore for supplies, but you had chosen to stay and make some improvements to the ship. But it was an obvious excuse to stay with Tech and take care of him. You hated the idea of leaving him alone, especially in these conditions.

Tech lets another frustrated sigh escape and you can't help but copy him.

"Do you need anything, darling?" You ask from your place on the floor where you been fixing some wires on the wall.

"I don't think you can fix my leg. So no, thank you." He answers without even looking away from the datapad.

"Watch your tone, Mister. I know you're upset, but it's no reason to talk to me like that." You use a warning tone and Tech quickly turns to you with a guilty expression.

"My apologies, dear." He says in a softer voice this time. That’s more like it."I didn't mean to sound so rude. It's just that I'm so..."

"Bored?" You suggest.

"Frustrated. But ‘bored’ also works."

You shake your head slightly, getting up to go to him. Tech's mind it’s never quiet, it wasn't a surprise that he was so antsy. His good leg kept bouncing up and down nonstop while he was reading. You were afraid that at any moment he was going to snap and rip out his own cast.

You put one hand on your waist, using your other forearm to prop yourself against his chair to get a good look at what he was reading. From this angle you can finally see that It was a medical article about the speed of regeneration of a broken femur. You couldn't blame him for his impatience.

Luckily, the Batch managed to find a pair of crutches for Tech, but he could barely get around with it. So most of the time Wrecker helped him move around the ship. Tech also needed help when it came to showering and getting dressed, and as happy as you were to help him, having your independence taken away is something horrible.

"I should be out there helping or at least doing something useful. But I'm here, being a dead weight for the team." He complains, letting his body sink against the chair.

You frown, tugging slightly at his ear. Tech does a little “ouch” sound and rubs the bruised skin with his hand. "You know that's not true. Everyone's glad you're okay. I'm glad you're okay. We just want you to rest now."

The proof of your words was right there. His leg was on a small stool, resting on a pillow that was given by Omega as a way to make him more comfortable. The whole Batch wanted to sign his cast - Even Cid wanted to be a part of it. Omega's name had little stars doodles. Wrecker's was the one that occupied the largest space with an imitation of an explosion around it. Hunter's was accompanied by a small drawing of a skull while Echo's was only his name written in blue. And of course, yours was accompanied by hearts.

He sighs, nodding with his head. "You're right. It's just that this reminds me of Kamino. Clones that didn't heal fast enough were sent to maintenance work or just... decommissioned.”

You can feel the weight in his words. You can't even imagine what it's like to be discarded so easily. Clones were considered replaceable, so it was likely that several of them were thrown away just because the Kaminoans didn’t have the patience or empathy at all.

"Well, this isn't Kamino. You have all the time you need to recover, we'll still be here when you’re done." You pass your fingers through Tech's hair, feeling him relax with your touch.

"Thank you." He gives you a small smile, closing his eyes for a moment and breathing deeply as your hands continue to caress him.

"At least I'm here to keep you company." You say. "I can take a break for now. We can play Sabacc, what do you think?"

He seems to consider your proposal, but he gives up quickly. “I've played 5 times with Wrecker. And 4 of Denjarik with Omega. I still don't know how she always manages to win." The last part was definitely a blow to his ego. "Besides, I want to do something with my hands. Something constructive."

"Well, I can’t carry you around like Wrecker. But maybe I can bring you something to work on?"

"No, stay here. Please." Tech tilts his head back, staring at you with his big brown eyes behind his lenses. His hand pulls the hem off your blouse gently, making a silent request.

You could never say no to him.

You lean towards him until your lips met. The angle is a bit awkward, but the kiss is deep and sweet. He lets a deep sound slip from the back of his throat, something needy for more. You need to hear it again.

One of your hands holds the back of the seat to keep you balanced, while the other goes to his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. This time it’s you who let out a low moan as his tongue invades your mouth, exploring it eagerly.

A shiver runs through your body as Tech partially lifts your blouse, the cold air of the ship hitting the skin of your belly. But soon his warm hands are on you, grabbing everything they can reach. His calloused fingers sending shockwaves through your nerves.

You feel them creeping up your ribs, coming too close to your chest and you know where this is going. You hold his wrists, moving his hands away from you. You already miss them. "Hold on, baby." You sigh. "You're still hurt."

"But it's been so long since we've done anything." He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, raising his forefinger in the same way when he’s about to explain something. "Exactly 3 weeks, 4 days and 16 hours."

You roll your eyes without being able to contain a smile. But it was true, it's been a long time. Between missions and taking care of Omega there was not much time left and no privacy to do something more intimate.

You stare at the cockpit door, mulling over what to do next. You probably had a few more hours alone, and the Batch used to let you know when they were on their way back.

"All right, but we need to be quick. What do you want to do, pretty boy?"

His face lights up, as it always does when he gets something he wants. "On the control panel, I want to touch you."

You chuckle, starting to take off your clothes with the confidence of someone who has undressed more than once in the cockpit. "So when you said you wanted to do something with your hands you were talking about me?”

You lean against the control panel, just in your underwear, feeling the icy metal bite your backside. You put one leg on his lap so he had better view, being mindful of his cast. He can’t turn fully in your direction because his extended leg, but it is good enough. "I'd rather do you than anything in the galaxy."

You hate how flushed you get just from that. You're still not used to this kind of sweet talk and how it makes your insides turn. "Really smooth." You mock him, pushing him slightly on the shoulder."Come on, I'm freezing here."

Tech fix his goggles once more, giving you a mischievous smile before starting. His palm moves slowly along your calf to your thigh , blooming chills along it’s path. He stops when his fingers bump against your panties, toying with the hem.

"I missed that." Tech whispers, leaning over to kiss the inside of your leg. "I missed you."

"You see me every day." You try to joke, but your voice gets breathless when his fingers start approaching your core.

"You know what I meant."

"I don't know if I quite follow. Can you show me?" You bite your lip, giving him a playfully look.

You can see the desire burning in his eyes. The way his pupils are dilated behind his lenses. How heavy his breathing gets. Tech doesn't bother to pull your panties to the side, his thumb stimulating your clit over the fabric while his other fingers cupped your vulva.

You moan softly, your hips moving in sync with his hand, searching more for that feeling. But it's just enough to keep you on edge. It's not what you need to scratch that itch.

"Tech, come on." You pull the last part with a whimper, to close to begging already."Give me more." It’s really been a while, you didn’t notice how needy you were until now.

"I enjoy taking my time, dear. You know this better than anyone." He says while applying a little more pressure to your throbbing clit.

You let out a breathless laugh that quickly becomes a moan. "I think what you enjoy is to torture me."

Tech doesn’t deny it, only giving you a small smirk. But he finally gives in to your pleas, his fingers entering your panties and stroking your folds.

"You're soaking wet." He says the obvious with a smug look.

The answer on the tip of your tongue disappears when he penetrates you with one finger. You let out a silent scream, holding his arm to ground yourself. Tech begins to move it slowly, letting you get used to the stretch. But it’s not enough and soon you’re begging again.

The second digit comes shortly after, throwing you in the borderline between pleasure and pain. Tech watches you closely in the same way he does his experiments. You can't help how even your ears get warm under his insistent gaze.

You feel your leg start shaking, trying it’s best to keep you standing while holding your weight on it’s own. Your free hand grab the edge of the control panel, stopping you from falling.

Tech rotates his hand, causing his thumb to brush against your clit every time this fingers thrusted deeper, hitting your spongy spot. The wet sound of skin against skin fills the cockpit, being only overcome by your loud moans.

“Take off your bra. I want to see you.” You think you would do anything he asked as long he didn’t stop.

With one shaky hand you pull up your bra, your tits jumping out of its confinement. Tech watch hungrily as your breasts bounce with each movement. He lick his lips before giving the next order. “Now touch yourself.”

You do as you’re told, pinching your already hard nipple. You decide to give Tech a good show, since you knew he liked to give extra attention to them during sex. You pant softly, sweat running down you temples as you pull and pinch your nipples before soothing the tender skin.

You stare at Tech's parted lips in a greedy way. You wanted to ravish them, to kiss him until you two were out of breath. But the angle didn't allow that at the moment. You're content with his fingers moving inside you for now. More than content actually.

"Are you close, dear?" You can hear his voice through the hum of your ears, nodding your head weakly. "Good. Just relax and come for me."

That definitely wouldn't be a problem for you. You chant his name while your orgasm is ripped from you, making your legs tremble with the intensity. Tech continues with the deep thrusts, prolonging your high until you’re too sensitive. Your head falls back as your chest rose with every breath.

You put your other feet on the ground for balance, both still fragile with the aftershocks. Your heart melts a little inside your chest when you realize the way Tech looks at you. Like you're the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

"You're beautiful." He mumbles.

You cover your face with a grunt. "You can't say that kind of thing while you have two fingers inside me."

"Oh, my apologies." He finally seems to realize that he's still deep inside you, pulling his fingers out slowly. You hiss softly, felling empty all of a sudden."I must say, it definitely helped me get less anxious." Tech says while analyzing your juices in between his digits.

You shake your head at him. Tech was sometimes unbelievable.

Your back complains about being in so many strange positions for so long, but you don't hesitate to duck your head to capture his lips again. Tech looks surprised, but returns the kiss quickly, pulling you to him.

You squeeze him over his pants, making him moan against your mouth. You could feel the hard line of his cock against your palm, applying a little more pressure to hear his desperate groans. Unconsciously, Tech tries to move his hips against your hand, causing a painful grunt from him.

Your eyes widen and you stop immediately. "Are you okay?" You'd hate to have to explain to Hunter that Tech got more hurt during sex. That you shouldn’t be having… because his femur is broken. Kriff.

"I'm alright, don't worry. I just moved my thigh in the wrong way." He tries to pull you for another kiss, but you push him gently against the chair.

“Relax, pretty boy. I will be taking it from here.”

You push away his good leg just enough to get in between them. The ground is cold against your knees, but you're more focused on what comes next. Tech watched you closely as you unzip his pants, pulling his cock out. He was throbbing in your hand, a drop of precum dripping down his head.

You always though Tech had a nice dick. It wasn’t very thick like Hunter or Wrecker, but it was quite long. He always managed to reach that sweet spot inside you that drive you crazy. You almost want to try to ride him, but you couldn’t risk hurting Tech or broking his cast. So that was a idea for another time.

Your fingers close around the base of his cock, letting your breath ghost along his shaft. Tech whines with the tease, pushing his hips in your direction.

You place a hand on his waist to keep him in place. “Stay still for me, love. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He just nods in agreement, desperate for you to continue.

Oh, but you don’t have the heart to tease him for too long. He has been so good to you. You want to give him whatever he asks for.

You stroke him a few times, his cock craving for the attention. You lap at him, taking your time as your tongue explore him slowly. You stare at him, drinking from every sweet expression of pleasure on his face.

Your lips wrap the head of his cock, felling his taste invading your mouth. You start bobbing your head up and down, going deeper each time.

Tech places a hand on your nape, not forcing you down, only resting in there.

You love how vocal he his during sex, but in moments like this, when your mouth is around him, Tech can hardly form a word to save his live. Just letting out broken praises and little pleas. It’s like song to your ears.

This time, it's his moans that reverberate through the walls. You want to smile satisfied with yourself when you hear his little whines every time you suck a bit harder, but that would mean having to take your mouth off Tech, and you wouldn't allow that.

When he hits the back of your throat Tech starts speaking gibberish.“If you keep it up like this I’m going t- Oh maker.” You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks. His face scrunching in pleasure.“Please, it’s been a while, I c-can’t.”

"I don't want you to hold back, love." You stop for a moment to catch your breath, but keep stroking him with your hand. You fold his balls with the other and it’s cute how hard he’s trying not to move his hips. Without any warning, you go down on him again, leaving Tech in a speechless mess.

Tech gives a weak moan before coming, filling your mouth with hot strings of cum. You close your eyes, savoring his musky taste. You keep milking him until he's totally spent, humming around him before removing his soft cock from your mouth.

You make sure he’s watching while you swallow and lick your lips. You rest your head against his thigh, smiling sweetly at him.

"Feeling more relaxed now?"

He strokes your head, letting out a deep breath. "Oh, Yes. Definitely. Thank you, dear.”

“You know I’m always happy to help.” You rise from the floor, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Do you think you'll be okay while I go take a shower?"

He nods, eyes half closed. “Yes, I will be here waiting for you.” His voice is sleepy and you can see how hard he’s trying not to fall asleep.

You give him a sympathy look, petting his hair. “Go take a nap, I will be back in a minute.”

You have enough time to clean up and finish fixing the ship. No one suspects anything when they return with a crate full of supplies. Well, except Hunter, who gave you a quick side eye.

But you couldn't help but realize that for the rest of the day Tech didn't sigh or bounce his leg, not even once. Maybe you found the cure for his agitation after all.

#the bad batch #bad batch tech #tech x reader #tech x you #bad batch Tech x Reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb s2 #the bad batch season 2 #tech tbb #poly relationship #poly reader #star wars reader insert #star wars fanfiction #star wars smut #the bad batch fanfiction

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ari-cuno · 4 months

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HAPPY (LATE-) BIRTHDAY AIM!!!

To celebrate I spedran a little drabble to celebrate the boys day^^

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Fresh snow fell gently outside the foggy windows in the living room, obscuring the warm light of the fireplace. Axel tossed a piece of construction paper into the trash can next to him, sighing heavily as pixels buzzed around him. Several arts and crafts materials were thrown out onto the coffee table in the center of the couches, and he made sure not to spill the several containers with beads and charms for bracelets all over the floor, knowing his parents would give him an earful for it.

The little skeleton found himself at odds with himself, a pen taped to the side of his skull as the young boy attempted to start on a new piece of paper, taking out one of his mom's several pencils. Snow continued to trickle down outside, despite the questionable weather conditions the Omega timeline provided its residence.

Winter was always one of his favorite times of the year. It was cold out and it made him sleepy ever since he was younger. It was still magical, of course, 5 years of growth didn't mean he wasn't a kid still. He liked the feeling of snowflakes landing on his face, and part of him wondered if maybe he should go outside, have some fun and think about this gift a little less. Axel frowned as he looked down at the drawing he'd worked so hard on, crayons and markers strung about as he'd forgotten to put them away before writing his card.

He continued to stare as he folded the paper in half, getting ready to decorate the front with stickers, tapes, and glitter. Did he get the features right? The drawing contained two little figures in the center with big, happy grins. It conveyed happiness and love, the pair surrounded by little hearts and stars. The little skeleton could recognize himself well enough. He'd drawn himself in his old clothes he'd worn up until recently, the warm coat, the simple yet comfy pants, and a scarf resembling his father's. But he felt his face warm up staring at the other figure, little orange pupils staring back at him.

He remembered they were orange, a sort of Mac and cheese color he found silly to point out, but the other skeleton had found his little joke funny, and something about that made him smile. Did he still wear overalls? Axel had worked hard drawing the set, finding it incredibly difficult and painstaking. No matter how much his mom taught him, he could never really get the hang of drawing certain things. Despite this, Axel was proud of his achievement.

“...I wonder how you're doing.”

“How who's doing?” A little voice asked next to him.

Axel made a sound of surprise, trying to jump up but catching his knee on the edge of the table, a small wince coming from the ten year old's mouth. “Ow!! Aelis! Don't do that!” He cried out, before her words registered in his head. “No one! I'm just- making…something.” He trailed off.

His little sibling gave him a pleasant little stare, a mug held in her small hands. The small of chocolate and cinnamon filled his nostrils, and he let out a little huff of disappointment. Aelis was holding a cup of warm hot cocoa, little drops of marshmallows and a swirl of whip cream sprinkled with cinnamon made his mouth water. But no, no chocolate for him, he was stuck with warm milk, or some other non-chocolate based beverage.

“...Writing?” Aelis asked with a curious glint, peeking over in an attempt to see, but noticing his drawing. “Mmm…who's dat?” She asked, pointing at the foreign orange skeleton. Axel immediately hid the drawing, his face a shade of soft, cool blue. “Go awayyyy! I thought you were supposed to be outside in the snow.” He pointed out.

“Mhm. Was cold so Mommy got us hot cocoa. They said to come tell you so dey can give you something warm to dwink.” Aelis said, taking a sip of her chocolatey goodness.

Axel blinked in surprise. Was he that focused on his word he didn't even see his sister or hear her open the front door? The snow sounded so much fun to the little glitch, his gaze held longingly towards the outside, where his parents were out with his sisters. But no…he had to put his feelings into words correctly!

It had been five long years since he'd seen the only skeleton he'd deemed a close friend, despite their short time together. Aim didn't make fun of him, or taunt him, or make him feel bad…he was nice, kind…and Axel had taken the time to make him a little bracelet.

Looking back, that little thing was held together by string and glue. It surely must've broken by now. But, he'd improved his craft and his string magic. His dad had been kind enough to teach him how to tie knots and use his strings like thread, much like how he made dolls and plushies for him and his siblings.

Axel looked towards a bracelet and a few other trinkets off to the side, tied together with blue threads and decorated with colorful charms and beads. Three letter beads were threaded together in the center of the bracelet next to two stars, the word simply reading: ‘Aim’. He felt all giddy just thinking about the orange skeleton seeing his creations and actually receiving them. Their time had been cut oh so short from each other, but Aim had no idea how much of an impact his presence made on him.

His dad didn't understand it, and his mom found his ‘infatuation’ or whatever that meant cute. Axel felt inspiration growing within him as he opened the paper turned card, getting ready to write his new ideas in the blank space.

“...Should I tell Mommy you don't want it?” Aelis chimed in as she watched her brother.

“Uh? Oh, yeah, no, I'm good… I don't want anything.” He reassured his little sibling, despite how nice of an idea something warm and sweet sounded. The sound of his sister walking off before heading outside barely registered in his head as he went back to work.

Hi, Aim.

If you're reading this letter, this means that my

m̶e̶s̶s̶a̶g̶e̶ letter got to you! Do you remember me? I'm Axel, the boy whose name sounds like that silly frog looking thingy? My parents call me that all the time! What's the word spelled? Axolotl! Yep! That's me! It's been 5 years, right? You said your birthday was today, right? Well, I wanted to-

Axel paused as his focus was taken away from the card, hearing the sound of the front door opening this time. He expected to see his younger sibling, but the actual person wasn't who he was expecting. Ink exhaled a frosty breath, wearing a warm coat and their scarf tucked more closely to their body to preserve warmth.

“You should be playing outside.” His mother said, multi-colored eye lights staring at him as they approached, light sprinkles of show sprinkled across their face. They were holding a cup that smelled sweet and creamy, topped with cinnamon. “Aelis told me you didn't want anything. But I figured I'd bring you something just in case.” The short skeleton said, walking over to them.

“I'm not hungryyy…” Axel whined, his face warming up as he attempted to hide his work in the making, although his workspace was far too broad to hide well.

“You haven't eaten since this morning, now drink this, it's eggnog, with no adult drinks, it's nice and warm.” Ink said softly, setting the warm cup down on the table. Axel made a sound of acknowledgement, knowing he couldn't really disobey his mom, besides, a sweet drink did seem really nice…

“If you don't wanna play with dad and your sisters, I'll keep you company here.” Ink said sweetly, offering him the mug.

“...Thank you.” The little boy mumbled politely, taking the mug, temporarily letting his protective grip on his prized work go. Ink eyed the little mess of art supplies on the table curiously, eyelights shifting shape and changing color as they blinked. They took a second to observe the drawing Axel had placed neatly next to the little charms he'd worked too hard to make on his own.

“Who's that?” His mom finally asked curiously sitting down on their knees next to him. Axel flinched, putting down his mug in a quick motion. “I- uhm…it's- gift- It's-its not done-” He stuttered out, partially hiding his face in the fabric of his scarf. Ink took a second to remember, looking lost in thought as they studied the features on the other skeleton doodle curiously. It clicked in their head finally.

“Oh! Is that the little boy you met when you were four?” Ink asked, picking up a pencil from the stack of supplies enthusiastically.

Axel felt like he'd been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. “...Maybe.” He fessed up, his face a darker tone of blue. “Wait…I was four? Ugghhh-” He mumbled, knowing he'd have to cross out and erased some words in his yet to be finished letter.

“Hm…I thought you'd stopped thinking about that kid for a while now, why are you doing this now? It's been a long time.” His mom pointed out, “I'm not saying it's wrong, but you don't even know if he'd remember you.” Ink said, giving his head a little pat of reassurance.

“It's his birthday today…”

Ink blinked in surprise. “You…remembered that?” They asked, looking a little stunned by his ability to retain that little fact.

“I don't know, I remember telling him about birthdays and how awesome it was for me. He told me didn't really know other kids his age and so couldn't have a birthday party…so uhmm…” Their son hesitated, looking towards their letter. “...I just…thought even though I can't see him…I want him to know I still wanna be his friend.” Axel said, sounding shaky and a little uncertain.

Ink's face softened more, “Ah, So what are you doing?” The painter asked, taking another look at the charms on the table. “You've been working with your strings I see.” They commented, picking up the named bracelet and staring at it thoughtfully. Axel gave his mom a hesitant look.

“I gave him a bracelet when we first met, but it's probably lost or broken by now, so I'm making a new one.” He said with a bit more confidence. “I practiced more like Dad told me, and It's done. I added some stars and sparkles too, and a ring with a star on it!” He said, sounding more comfortable explaining the layout of his work. His mother seemed a little puzzled, tilting their head slightly as their eye lights blinked to a new color. Ink noticed a hot glue gun off to the side, frowning. “Next time you want to use that ask me or Error, that stuff hurts to get on you.” They warned, before pausing. “Wait, huh?”

“Ring!” Axel repeated.

“Ring?” Ink asked.

“Yeah, like, the ones you and Dad have? I wanna have matching ones with him too!” Axel declared.

Ink looked down at the precious piece of jewelry on their finger, breathing out a little laugh. “Oh, Axolotl, I don't think you know the meaning of these rings at all, but do what you want.” They said, enjoying the innocent and puzzled look he flashed them. “Don't worry about it.” Ink said sheepishly, eye lights large with affection.

“Hmph…” Axel sighed as he looked down at the card he'd been working on, stumped on the little message inside. His look of disappointment was noticed by Ink, who scooted closer to look over the words on the page.

“Are you trying to write a thank you card?” Ink questioned, twirling the pencil they had picked up from the pile of art supplies.

Axel nodded, “Yeah…well…it's more of a feelings card…? I guess??” He said quietly, groaning as the pencil he was using to write with broke. He wiped the bits of graphite off the colorful card with slumped shoulders. “Oh? Feelings? Like…a confession?~” Ink said smoothly, giving the little boy a teasing look.

Axel gave his mom another puzzled look, “What are you looking at me like that for- wait-” He said, realizing what they meant. “EW. Not like that!! No! Nope! BLEH!” He huffed, sticking his tongues out in exaggerated disgust.

“Haha, if you say so.” Ink said, giving him a comforting nuzzle. “Here, why don't I help you?” They offered warmly.

“What?” Axel echoed in a puzzled tone.

Ink replaced Axel's pencil with the one they had taken. “I can help you write, or if you're having trouble figuring out what to say I can help you.” They said, smiling down at him. “You won't get anywhere without some help.” Ink pointed out.

“But what about playing outside with Oras and Aelis?” Axel asked with sudden 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇, “I mean- I don't need…that much help…I don't know…” He trailed off, bringing the card closer to him as he thought about the importance of his words so carefully. It would be so…so much easier in person, but…

“Your dad can watch them, besides it gets lonely in here, and I can see none of the pets are keeping you company.” The small painter commented, looking around for Oras’ platypus or the family cat. “I guess…” Axel mumbled with unsure energy, blinking in surprise as the stress pixels around his body fizzled back to normal, or well, normal enough.

Ink gave him a little boop on the nose, a little smile forming on the boy's face as he looked up at his mother. “See, you stressing like that makes you all glitchy. Seems to me like you do need help.” They said, a smug look on their face.

“...Maybe a little bit?”

“Great, now, what is it we're writing here?”

“Oh- well, I wanted to write him a thank you note and just…tell him how I've been and how I feel and it just…isn't coming out the way I like.” Axel sighed, sticking out his tongues in annoyance, “I know what I wanna say from my mouth but-”

“You can't put it into words, right?” Ink concluded, getting into a comfortable position as they moved closer to their precious son.

“Yeah!” Axel huffed, “Mom, why can't I do it?” He asked innocently, eyes still filled with that same child-like curiosity and joy from all those years ago. “Well, what you put into words and what you speak can mean and sound different, do you want to copy everything you want to say onto the page?” They asked.

“Well…it'll be too much.” Axel mumbled sheepishly.

“Ah, well, why don't we leave the really, reaaally important things first? That way there will be room for extra things but you get your most important feelings out of the way first.” Ink said, helping the little skeleton erase some of the unwanted writing he'd started on.

“Okay!” Axel agreed.

Snow continued to fall outside, and Axel couldn't help but feel a little more at ease. “Okay then.” Ink said brightly, “Can you tell me the most important things you want to say? I'll write it down since my writing is neater, haha.” They said, tapping the end of the pencil against the wooden frame of the coffee table. Axel gained a deeper blue hue to his face, taking some of the leftover strings he'd been using, tugging and fidgeting with his magical threads. They snapped after a lot of tugging, but it helped calm his nerves.

“Uhmm…okay…” Axel sucked in a deep breath, preparing himself to get the raw emotions out verbally.

The minutes ticked by, and the soft crackling of fire mixed with their writing let a cozy mood form for the pair. Occasionally their cat came to offer a greeting, but Ink shoo'd the cat away, not wanting her to mess up the several bags of art supplies and ribbons that would be terrible to clean up from the carpet.

Axel felt much more relaxed now, a small smile on his face as he discussed with Ink openly, his mom listening with silent contempt before turning to write down the snippets of speech on the paper in a neat hand-writing. He'd nearly finished the eggnog his mom gave him before the front door was opened once more, a few sprinkles of snow being able to sneak inside. The little boy could see his dad in the corner of his vision holding the door open as Oras ran inside, dragging Aelis along with her, who was covered in snow bits, her hood looking as if she'd been pelted by a snowball gun.

“Okay, I think we got everything Axolotl.” Ink said, signing off the corner of the card, and taking the time to doodle a little drawing.

“Yeah!” Axel said, smiling up at his mother appreciatingly. He turned his attention to the card, a proud look on his face. “Huh?” He noticed his mother doodling, “What's that?” He asked.

It took Ink a second to respond, but the little being flashed a small smile, setting their pencil down once the doodle was done. Ink had drawned a neat little picture on whatever space was left on the page. There were 4 figures Axel recognized easily; himself in the center, his mother and father off to the side, and his sisters on his other side, all looking chibi and happy. Above the cute doodle was a small message surrounded by bells and ribbons.

‘Happy holidays from us to you!’

“Do you like it?” Ink asked hopefully.

“It's great!!” Axel cried out joyfully, giving his mom a big hug, causing them to flinch in surprise with his excitement. “Aw- I'm glad I could help.” They said affectionately, returning the little gesture.

“Did he finish da weird card?” Aelis asked, sounding exhausted before letting out a little sneeze, shaking some of the show off her body.

“Yeah- wait, why are you so covered in snow?” Ink asked.

“Snowball fight.” Error explained, wiping some snow off his shoulders. “That I won!” Oras declared after him, jumping up proudly in the air. He closed the door behind them, letting the warmth of the house take over. Error helped Aelis get some left over ice bits off her head, the five year old letting out another little sneeze to clear her nostrils of any snow.

“Why don't we eat something? Especially for you, before you catch a cold.” Ink said, looking towards Aelis. Error took his large coat off, hanging it up near the door as he helped Aelis take her gear off. Oras had already put her things by the door, instead focusing on her poor brothers little finished project that he was attempting to put in a little box. “Who's that for?” His older sister asked, gaining everyone else's attention.

“No one-” He said quickly, hiding the little gift box behind him.

“Oras, go wash your hands, me and your dad are gonna prepare something warm for you.” Ink said, the little skeleton huffing and running off to the nearest bathroom. “You too, Aelis.”

Aelis followed her sister, running past her brother with another curious look on her face.

Error offered a brief glance, but didn't seem to question his sons little present, instead accompanying Ink to the kitchen across the living room, their soft talking kept mostly muffled to Axel, who was focusing on cleaning up the mess he'd made with all the stickers and glitter and other little decorations. He grabbed the trash can, throwing away his scraps and other unnecessary objects. Axel could hear his father walking over, standing over him with an intrigued glint in his eyes. “There must be something really special in that box.” He said, taking a second to help Axel put all the art supplies back into the boxes neatly and orderly.

Axel gave the box a little shake, the card, bracelet, and ring inside moving about. “Mom helped me write my friend a super special card to go along with a present I made with my strings!” He said happily, finishing putting the last items, some sticker sheets, into the arts and crafts boxes.

“Are you gonna give it to your friend today?” His dad asked, putting the boxes away on a nearby shelf.

“Yeah-” Axel declared, before pausing. Wait…

‘How… How am I supposed to get this to him? The whole point is that I can't see him, but I want to give this to him anyway. Why didn't I think about this before? Oh no…’ Axel thought, his face visibly darkening. Error noticed, the tall skeleton frowning. “What's wrong?” He asked.

“...Nothing…I just…uhm-” Axel hesitated, before an idea blinked in his head. He looked away, fidgeting nervously. “I'll tell you during food time!” He said, trying to wipe the sadness and anxiety off his face.

“Uhmmm, sure, kiddo.” Error said hesitantly, figuring he could trust his son enough and not press on the matter until he was ready.

The smell of warm soup and some sandwiches made Axel's soul flutter, his mouth watering at the thought of having a nice, warm meal after all that work. He noticed his sisters returning from their trip to wash their hands, looking to be talking. Axel would've paid attention, but he was too busy staring down at the gift in his hands. If he had skin his palms would be sweaty.

It felt like several hours went by with Axel blanking out, his whole consciousness entirely focused on the perfect little present in his hands. The boy knew his idea had a low chance of success, but..if his mom and dad were willing to hear him out, maybe…

“Axel?”

Maybe he could get them to-

“Axel!”

“Ah-” He yelped, snapping out of the little daze he'd put himself in. Axel hadn't even noticed Oras had walked over to him until he heard her call his name more than once to finally get his attention. “Y-Yeah?” He said to his younger sister, sounding distracted and a little uneasy. Oras gave him a little huff of exasperation. “I told you that the food is ready! Come onnnnn! You've been staring off randomly for the last…” She paused to count, “-Ten minutes!!” She finished in a lecturing tone.

“I was thinking!” Axel huffed, his sister dragging him by the scarf over to the kitchen where the rest of the family was already seated and served whatever food they wanted. “Okay, okay! I'm going! Stop pulling on my scarf!” He huffed, holding onto his gift for dear life as he was pulled against his will.

She finally let him go once they reached the table, the oldest plopping down next to her younger sister and digging into the warm chicken noodle soup served for her in a colorful bowl. Axel took a seat closer to his parents, looking down at the warm food on his plate. He would've eaten, but he knew he had to be brave and force out his question already. A few minutes went by of quiet eating and talking, mainly between the other's as Axel poked at his food, trying to distract himself and come up with the best way to ask, mainly his mom, his question and request.

“Axel?”

“Hm?” Axel said as his name was spoken, looking towards the one who called him; his dad. Error had a concerned frown on his look, mirroring Ink's own look of faint worry. “Are you gonna eat?” His father asked, gaining everyone else's attention.

Axel fumbled around with his scarf, looking away. “Yeah! Uhm… I just…wanted to ask…” He hesitated, before slowly bringing the little present out, setting it on the table. “I can't give this to the friend I have on my own…s-so I was wondering if you and mom could do it for me.” He asked shyly, fidgeting with his fingers.

“The orange boy we haven't seen in forever?” His older sister asked curiously. Error's frown deepened, “You're still thinking about that kid? I thought you'd move on from him.” The tall glitch said in exasperation, before sighing as he watched the look of pure sadness on Axel's face. “Listen, there's reasons why you can't visit him right now, he's somewhere far, faaaar away, and me and your mom aren't supposed to-”

“I promise we'll get it to him.” Ink said brightly.

“WH- honey please.” Error huffed, glitching with slight irritation, before his gaze softened at the pleading look on his son's face. Ink turned to look at him, eyes soft and optimistic. “Aww, come on Error, look at how much this means to him…” Ink pleaded, bumping against his shoulder in an affectionate manner.

“You know better than anyone the last time you interacted with that anomalies parents-” Error lectured, pausing as Ink and Axel gave him pleading faces, mainly Axel.

“Pleeaaaase?”

Error’s faces gained a tiny tint of blue. “Ugh, fine.” He grumbled.

“Yay!”

“Don't worry, I won't interact with them for more than ten minutes.” Ink said, taking the present from their son as he gave them a look of joy and appreciation, sighing in relief as he continued to eat.

“Oh you won't because I'm going with you, I'm not letting you get attacked again.” He mumbled quietly enough so that the other kids couldn't hear. Ink cringed, a nervous laugh coming from the smaller skeleton. “But we haven't seen him in years!” Oras cried out, swallowing a piece of the sandwich she was eating. “Why are you even doing this now?” She asked.

“Becoming 10- or 9 or whatever is big deal!” Axel huffed, before looking away, “It's his birthday…and I never was able to make anything that would actually reach him. I used to make little gifts that would lay around in my room or a floaty lamp I hoped would reach him but they never did…and ever since mom and dad said I should stop I just kind of forgot after all this time…” The glitchy skeleton said softly, feeling his mom give him a little head pat. “...I just want it to reach him in time.”

“We'll get it to him, me and your dad promise, right?” Ink asked, glancing up at Error.

“Don't get his hopes up…” Error mumbled before sighing, “We'll try, but let us eat first.” His dad said, a small smile on his face as he stared back at Ink.

“WHAAAT?” Axel cried out, his voice glitching.

Ink blinked in shock, “Eh- well you can't expect us to drop everything and go now- you gotta be patient.” They said teasingly.

Axel let out a groan, sitting back in his chair as Oras gave him a head pat. “Cheer up, Axolotl!” She said in a bubbly tone.

“Ouuughhh…” Axel mumbled, sitting back in his chair in defeat.

“Don't worry kiddo, we'll get it to him before the day ends.” Ink offered gently, a determined look on their face.

“If we can find him.” Error sighed, his arm wrapped around Ink's shoulders, earning an elbowing from his smaller spouse.

***

Aim moved through the pages in his book with incredible speed, his immersion and focus on the story being at its height as he neared the climax. The little boy sat on his bed, legs swaying back and forth as he turned another page. His Unclemare had given him a new load of books to read on his special day, and although Aim missed the way his uncle would sit with him and read the words out loud, this was fine all the same.

The taste of chocolate still lingered in his mouth from the slice of cake he'd cut on his own a few hours earlier. He'd heard from his parents about how birthdays were a time where those closest to you could come by and have a party and eat sweets to celebrate another year of your time alive. He…didn't exactly have many friends, but that didn't affect him as badly.

He had his fathers, his uncle, and when Nightmare had left, Killer, his other favorite ‘uncle’ to interact with had dropped by to give him presents and congratulate him. Reading books and playing and having fun wasn't so bad on his own, no matter how strange it felt seeing other kids playing with others on the rare times his dad's took him around other kids.

Aim had a whole stack of books left to read, all a wide variety of subjects. Some sci-fi, fantasy, historical fantasy, and even a little classic fairytale to spice things up a little. He hummed a little tune, quickly turning into a little whistle. He was happy his dad hadn't presented the idea of training him like last year. The thought of it made his focus cut away from the words on the page he was on.

No, he shouldn't think about that, especially when it was his big day. His parents were happy too, and that was good…so he needed to lighten up.

Aim blinked and shook his head, sighing in disappointment as he lost the spot he'd been reading, having to start all the way back up at the beginning of the page. The clock ticked quietly in his room as he finished the chapter he'd been reading, that excited investment finally back on his face.

There was the soft sound of some sort of glass shaking and moving next to his bed, starting off quiet and barely audible.

Aim turned his orange eye-lights to the sound after it got too loud to ignore. A glass container full of paint he kept for art purposes was shaken from the corner it was sitting in, one of the paint bottles inside rattling around quite unnaturally. The little boy stared in bewilderment and confusion, closing his book and sitting up. He grabbed the trembling glassware carefully, taking the lid off to get a better look at the paint bottle looking as if it was having a seizure.

“What…?”

Aim attempted to grab it, flinching as it magically jumped out of the container, landing on the floor with a hard smack. He fumbled, putting the glass container with all the other paints down, staring upon the still trembling and moving bottle. Did they have ghosts? Was there a ghost trapped in the bottle? He rubbed his eye a little, wondering if he was just seeing things.

…Nope, still moving-

BURST.

The paint bottle suddenly exploded, the green paint inside bursting out and somehow growing in size from the volume that was in the bottle initially. Aim let out a shocked cry as he watched the paint fall to the floor, coating a good portion of the floor an emerald green color. “Waaaaa! Oh no! The mess-” Aim cried out, rushing to go get a towel, before scurrying to a halt as the green paint began to…move?

The paint made soft ripples on the ground, little bubbles coming from its surface as it looked like something was…forming?

“Uhm…” Aim opened his mouth, but his confusion turned into shock once more as the paint suddenly shot up into two silhouettes, morphing with strange liquidly sounds until the paint melted off the strangers’ bodies.

“Oh good! Finally!” One of the…skeletons called with a light, high voice. The skeleton looked all too familiar, strange, multi-colored eyes and a signature splotch on the right cheek. Aim stared in shock, but noticed an even larger skeleton looming over them. He looked annoyed and disgusted with the paint on his body, strange blue streaks running down his face. Aim almost thought he was eternally crying.

“Ink hurry up-”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Aim screamed in fear, stepping back as there were two random adult skeletons in his room, one he knew all too well.

“Woah! Hi! Since been such a long time-”

“Leave me aloneeeee! I don't wanna be your friend you're mean!!!” Aim cried out, earning a confused look from the two skeletons before him. “Woah woah! Calm down! I'm not your Ink- or well, the one you know! I'm the cool one! Calm down-”

“Why are you in my room?!” Aim said, his nerves not calming down, trying to process what the slightly kinder looking Ink was saying. Hmmm…this didn't really look like the Ink he knew from his childhood, the one that had abducted him. That skeleton was scary, always having some weird unsettling feeling behind him whenever he spoke, as if his words or intentions weren't always clear in the end. Aim found that out very quickly, remembering the sting in his soul when his father grabbed him…

But this Ink… there was no maliciousness behind those eyes, in fact, their presence was strangely comforting, a sense of warmth surrounded them, and despite the obvious lack of natural feelings behind their eyes and very being, this felt more…genuine.

…Wait, when was the last time he met another version like this-

“Yeahhhh- haha sorry don't mind him.” Ink said, pointing at the scary and big skeleton standing behind them like a guard. “He's just here to make sure I don't get hurt again!” They said sheepishly. Aim had his hand on the door to his room, having been ready to sprint down the stairs and to his parents for help and safety. He halted, turning to look at them oh so slowly.

“...Again? W-What are you-”

“ANYWAY. Listen we don't really have enough time, so here-” Ink pulled out a little box from behind them. A little bow was on the top, carefully keeping the present closed. “We hope we're not too late, it is still your birthday, right-”

“AIM! Are you alright?!” A muffled voice came from downstairs, quickly rising as footsteps were heard approaching.

The man behind Ink tensed, “Ink let's go.” He said sternly, tugging on their scarf.

“Oh boy- okay listen- this is from someone who really wanted to give this to you! Please open it!” Ink said, handing the present to the little boy, although it was more of a toss. Aim barely managed to catch it, looking down at the little tag taped to the side of the box. For Aim only.

“Happy birthday and Merry Christmas! I hope you-”

“Ink!”

“I'm going!”

“Who is this- wait!” Aim cried out, hearing the sound of a portal of some sorts being opened. He turned around, watching as the taller skeleton jumped through the other side with them, leaving the paint mess on the floor. He tried to reach out, but the scary looking glitches made him hesitate. No, he needed to know who they were! Why did he feel a strange sense of deja vu he couldn't put his finger on.

“You can't just leave this here!” He shouted. , watching the portal close up, leaving the space around it back to how it was initially. Aim was left alone in silence, his emotions running wild. Confusion, fear, but part of him found things a little humorous, especially as the paint on the floor was left there. He was looking down at the gift with wonder, eye lights sparkling faintly the more his mind processed the information.

…Someone had given him a gift? Someone he couldn't remember or didn't know? Guilt filled his chest, maybe it was his uncle playing a prank, or his parents… ?

Aim yelped as his door was busted open, his parents looking tense and ready for battle.

All they saw was Aim holding a little present, and a puddle of green paint on the floor, soaking into the carpet the more seconds went by.

***

Aim looked down at the brand new, pretty bracelet in the box, the little ring tucked nice and close to it, a few decorative pieces of paper being stuffed inside to cushion everything. He held the little bracelet in his hand, eye lights large and full of silent, raw joy. On his nightstand were the remnants of an old bracelet, worn down through time but unforgotten.

He noticed a handmade card at the bottom of the box and carefully grabbed it, setting the box aside. It was cute and well made, little stickers and decorations littered the back and the front, everything from snowflakes to little peppermint stickers was sprinkled around. Glitter lines the border, and Aim couldn't help but let the excitement grow as he opened the card.

He saw a little drawing of a skeleton family in a big corner, before his eyes turned to the words written in neat handwriting. Aim's eyes widened.

Dear Aim,

My name is Axel! My mom is writing this for me because my grammar and handwriting isn't the best, so don't think it's mine! But I wanted to get you this because, well, it's your birthday, right? You may not remember me, but if you do, I want you to know that I enjoyed our short time together, and you made me feel, well, not weird. I tried giving you gifts before, but my mom says it isn't easy to get things for you, but If you're reading this that means they made it! I gave you a bracelet when I first met you, do you remember that? You were afraid of my mom but we took you back home and I made you a bracelet to make you feel better while they tried to find your home! Well, five year old me had terrible skills, so I wanted to remake it as a way to show I still remember you and want to meet you again, even if it's been forever. Sorry none of my other gifts from previous years made it to you, I promise I'll try to get more for you next year if you can respond somehow.

I asked my mom if we could invite you for Christmas next year, but your parents have to say yes, so PRETTY PLEASE ask them! Please don't forget about me :[ I miss you a lot. Can we be friends again, even if we might have changed?

From,

Axel

P.S. I luv you and Merry Christmas!!! Please visit next year!

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Aim belongs to @zu-is-here

Oras, Axel, and Aelis belong to me

Thank you Zu for creating such an adorable little man^^

#undertale au #utmv #sanscest #aim!sans #post dark cream #ink sans #error sans #axel #oras #aelis #ari writing #so sorry its so late! D:

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animeomegas · 1 year

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congrats on 4k!!!! im so excited to see what everyone sends in! could you do itachi with life drawing, (maybe nude portraits hehe) maybe childhood friends? i feel like the reunion would be awkward and kind of silly (especially if it’s nude portraits lmao) i suppose this is a non massacre au too

Thank you!! I love this request, thank you for sending it in <3

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ITACHI + CHILDHOOD FRIENDS + NUDE MODEL LIFE DRAWING

It was exhilarating seeing Itachi again.

He had changed a lot since the days when you would explore the palace together, play games in the grounds and go swimming in the lake, but then again, you had changed just as much.

You had mourned your friendship once you both became old enough that issues of propriety started being raised and Itachi's parents decided that it wasn't proper for their omega heir to go galivanting off with an alpha by himself. Yes, you'd still seen him at parties for some godawful small talk and the occasional dance, but it just wasn't the same.

But now, him being here was bringing everything flooding back.

"Mother says she's set up something for us to do in the West Tower," you explained, dragging Itachi by the hand. "Do you remember where that is?"

"Of course," Itachi laughed, following you easily. You felt giddy, like you were naughty children sneaking out to play again.

Itachi had been polite and friendly, but undoubtedly cold when he'd first arrived at the palace as your fiancé, but you had slowly but surely worn him down until it felt like nothing had changed at all from those early days.

His smile was so bright and it was fuelling your own joy twofold.

The sounds of footsteps and laughing echoed around the halls as you went, several servants giving you both amused or exasperated looks that you ignored. Itachi was here! Back with you! You would at the very least be married to an old friend that you could love and trust, and that meant the world to you.

As the door to the West Tower came in view, Itachi moved forward and grabbed the handle before you, confident in his childhood memories that he was going to the right room. As you approached behind, you were vaguely curious as to what your mother had set up for you, but if it was with Itachi, you knew you'd enjoy it.

As you walked in, you first noticed the two easels that had been set up in the room. You weren't surprised because the West Tower had some beautiful windows that made the rooms perfect for painting, but in the centre of the room where you expected to see a vase of flowers or an artfully arranged spread of fruit, was a woman wearing a flimsy dressing gown.

You sighed internally; of course your mother would choose something like this. Despite her image as a serious queen and ruler, you knew she had a playful streak a mile wide and had probably thought it hilarious to put you and Itachi into this situation knowing how traditional and modest the Uchiha family were.

Seeing you enter, the woman smiled at you both, untying the dressing gown and, yep, there was nothing underneath.

"Good afternoon," she said, voice pleasant. She sat down on a chair and arranged her body into a clearly well-practiced position. "Please let me know if there are any changes to my position that you require."

With that, she fell silent. You chanced a glance over at Itachi and the damage was just as you thought. His pale skin had turned a bright red and his eyes were wider than you'd ever seen them. His gaze was fixated on the woman.

"Itachi?" you asked hesitantly, stifling your laughter. "Are you alright?"

Itachi jumped like a frightened rabbit, ripping his gaze away from the model and looking everywhere apart from at you.

"It's- I- I- didn't realise that, this, this, this sort of thing was- ah," he stumbled over his words, but you understood his meaning nonetheless. Nude model life drawing was the kind of thing considered inappropriate in his family, but yours had always been laissez-faire about such matters.

You couldn't keep the laughter at bay any longer and a snort escaped. Itachi turned to glare at you, but the effect was far less intimidating coming from someone who looked like a tomato.

"What's wrong, 'tachi?" you teased, leaning into his personal space. "You don't like life drawing?"

He pursed his lips together, well aware that you were teasing him.

"Let's sit down and get started," he said instead of answering you. He walked over to the farthest easel confidently, arranging his pencils and paints with ease, but when he glanced up at the model once more, you could see him falter. You felt a grin creep up on your face. You had a feeling that watching Itachi was going to be far more entertaining than the life drawing.

...

After about half an hour of almost silent sketching, you were making good progress on your drawing. Alphas weren't often encouraged to peruse art, especially royal ones like yourself, but your drawing accurately reflected the amount of work you'd put in growing up.

Itachi's though? You felt your chest shake in an effort to supress your amusement. He was fairly skilled from the looks of it, but rather than complete a rough sketch and then work on the details, he had hyper focused on sketching the woman's face.

Glancing over at his canvas, you could see that her body was still comprised of only a few lines while her face and hair were fully shaded. You had also noticed him sneaking not-so-subtle glances at the model before flushing pink and returning to his work. You didn't blame him for being curious after his obviously limited experience with the naked body growing up.

"Perhaps, I should ask the servants to prepare some smelling salts in advance," you said suddenly, breaking the silence. Itachi looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed. "If you are going to behave like this on our wedding night, you may very well faint."

Itachi blinked at you for a few moments, processing what you were implying, before his face returned to that glorious shade of red that you were going to have great fun coaxing out of him at every given opportunity.

"That's-" Itachi's eyes darted over to the model who was the picture of professionalism and obviously pretending not to be able to hear you. "Do not speak of such things!"

You laughed joyfully.

"You are right, dearest fiancé. Such things are much more fun to do than speak about."

Itachi didn't deign to give that a response, instead turning back to his drawing with fervour.

You giggled to yourself, but also turned back to your drawing. You could certainly say that this was the most fun you'd ever had life drawing, and you made a mental note to thank your mother when you next saw her.

Time passed quickly once you truly focused on your drawing, which was why it was so starting when something wet hit your cheek.

You sat up in surprise, hand automatically rising to your cheek and dabbing at the wetness. You brought your hand in front of your face and saw your fingers stained with red. Blood? You felt a flash of panic, but your mind quickly corrected you. No, not blood... paint.

Your eyes darted over to Itachi but he was completely focused on sketching, his face as innocent as possible. But the little paint brush, next to a small pot of red paint that sat beside him was hardly innocent.

"You little-" you said under your breath.

"Did you say something?" Itachi asked turning to you. He feigned surprise at the paint on your face. "Oh, you have a little paint on your cheek. Did you know?"

Itachi's eyes were dancing with mirth. He was getting payback for all the teasing. Your mind started running at a mile a minute, trying to come up with a way to turn this back on him.

If everyday was going to be as entertaining as this, you couldn't wait to get married.

#4k follower event #itachi #royal au #itachi x reader #hcs #prose #x reader #reader insert

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emperor-palpaminty · 11 months

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More Hunter x Reader with the scenario "we’ve been on a few dates and my child just asked us when we are getting married"

HEY YOU WANTED MAFIA HUNTER AND SINGER READER RIGHT

Hunter sat back at the table, sighing as the waiters began closing the curtains of the club. It was getting closer to the evening now, with heavy gold rays of the sun intruding the usually dark ambience of Hunter's club. He ran his thumb over his glass, humming in thought.

The short glass across the table swirled in small hands. His child- his "Omega", the boys called her, as she was essentially a miniature Hunter, examined her milk with a raised brow.

"I like the way the club is turning out, I think." She said. He could feel the table shaking slightly as she swung her legs, her feet tapping the table. Hunter only smiles, raising a brow at the girl.

"So," He raised his glass to her. "It has your approval?"

Omega nodded in affirmation and raised her glass, tapping it to his own. "It does."

"Good." Hunter smiled at her, watching as she took a sip of the milk in her surprisingly grown-up looking glass. They were heavy, crystal glass, durable and sturdy, some of his favorite that he ensured were stocked at the club for all patrons. His eyes darted to the stage. Band members started to arrive, and had been setting up and tuning their instruments.

The microphone had been removed from stage. It was a day of vocal rest for the singer- he ensured she had at least a few. He couldn't wear out his main attraction.

"I liked the band yesterday." Omega decided aloud. Her large brown eyes had been following the band, bouncing between the saxophonist and pianist. "I thought there was a singer with them. Tech said that."

"Yeah. Normally. She's taking a break tonight."

Omega hummed nonchalantly, eyes drawing from the caucophounous sounds of the band warmup. Notes scrambled over each other in different tempos and songs, some rushing to leave the instruments and others lazily lollygagging in the air. She traced a finger on the rim of her glass, her brows furrowed slightly in thought.

Hunter let the whiskey in his mouth settle before he swallowed it. "I'll bite. Whatcha thinking?"

"Are you going to marry her?"

He was greatful he didn't have a mouth full of liquid. If Hunter hadn't swallowed his drink previously, he would have choked. "What?"

"You like her. When a grown up likes someone, they get married." She shrugged.

"Omega." Hunter blinked, before laughing softly. "It's not really that simple."

"Tech says it is."

"Tech isn't married."

"I mean-" She rolled the now empty cup between her palms, eyes darting to him mischievously. "Neither are you."

Hunter started to open his mouth to protest, but his eyes darted past the kid towards the stage. She was there, chatting with the band. There was no fancy dress or complicated hair pieces, just the singer in normal clothes."Yeah, well, we both know nothing, then."

Omega's head turned- he caught her blonde hair turning in the light. She gasped softly, then looked back towards Hunter. "Is that her?"

He smiled, glancing over at her. "Yeah."

"She's pretty!"

Hunter grinned. "You should see her in one of her fancy dresses." He raised a hand and waved it, and the singer caught it with her eyes as she surveyed the room. A smile pressed to her cheeks and she waved back, eyes dancing in the lowering light of the club.

Next to him, Omega giggled. "Ooooh, you do want to marry her."

Hunter chuckled, raising his glass again, still watching the singer chat with the band she wouldn't be singing with that night. "Sure, kid." He grinned behind the whiskey. "Sure."

#hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x you #hunter x you #tbb reader insert #tbb hunter #the bad batch hunter #bad batch hunter #bad batch reader unsert #minty writes

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asexualbuthorny · 1 month

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I’m a background character but the villain’s mine pt.7

CW: past abuse, reader is still and always a simp, Mendella is slightly more comfy, some time has passed since the marriage, future smut

Some time passed and Mendella slowly got used to living with (Name). The alpha was by all means not a bad husband, he did make mistakes and fumble around with his words and interactions but Mendella knew that the alpha had no bad intentions and took it upon himself to handle the quite frankly exhausting social situations with nobles and business partners as the omega was much more skilled in the socialite game. (Name) continued working on his businesses and making his famous crystal flowers. When he asked Mendella to come to his lab for the first time the poor omega almost fainted from excitement since he himself was a fan of science, magic and alchemy. Their life together was slow and peacefull, just like they both wanted. Mendellas family didn't bother contacting him and if any letters did come (Name) would take it uppon himself to read them and unfortunately most weren't kind in any way so the alpha would burn the letters and Mendella would never see them. The alpha knew that it wasn't the best course of action but he couldn't let those people hurt his beloved. Mendella hasn't seen (Names) family since the wedding but from their limited interractions he could gather that they were good people who loved their brother dearly. Despite knowing it was wrong Mendella couldn't help but be a little bitter about not having that kind of family. He didn't get to wallow on that thought for long as (Name) excitedly pulled him to the garden to show him the new finished "hang out" area he's been weirdly focussed on constructing....

The little building was nice, constructed like a mini home with three wooden walls and one glass one through which one could see the views outside. the floor was soft and littered with bag like cusshions stuffed with feathers which (Name) had called a "bean bag". There were also pillows and blankets scattered about. A shelf with books stood against a wall and in the opposite corner stood a small fireplace, seemingly heated by a magical flame. In the corner by the glass wall stood a small table which had snacks and drinks on it and in the other corber by that same wall stood a small shelf and table filled with art supplies, no doubt (Names) since the alpha had the uncommon hobby of drawing.... uncommon for an alpha but Mendella digressed. To the omega this place seemed like the perfect place for a nest. The thought invoked a warm feeling in the omegas chest but he quickly shook it away. 'Yeah right as if i will get anything but our wedding bed and a rough fucking when heat hits' Mendella thought bitterly even as a small part of him dared to hope that his husband was kind enough to at least be gentle. He didn't have much time to think as (Name) gently herded him to sit between the cushions and purred up a storm when the omega seemed to settle down. (Name) curled himself around Mendella and intertwined their tails together. The blonde couldn't help but let out a purr of his own.....

It was quiet for a while until name said those few words that sent Mendellas heartrate up.... "My family is coming to visit"....

"Oh gods"...

#my story #original work #male reader x male character #my writing #omegaverse #I'm a background character but the villain's mine #dom reader #dom!reader #alpha male reader #omega male character #short and bad chapter but i gotta finish this thing

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filthforfriends · 1 year

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Ma’am I humbly ask for a Guardian Angel update, like where another Alpha tries to hit on YN and Damiano doesn’t mean to but he just looses control cause he loves her so much and he doesn’t wanna lose her and he’s just so protective over her

Alpha!Damiano flipping shit on behalf of y/n has always been on my mind and I'll def be writing some protective Dami stuff. I don't think he'd be afraid of loosing her to someone else because they have such a strong relationship. She's seen his true colors and accepts him and hasn't been interested in anyone else. If he were to defend y/n I don't think it'd be out of jealousy, but because he was worried for her safety.

I've imagined an alpha that was new to school who could tell she was marked, but didn't care. Maybe y/n was still attractive to him or maybe he observed she was held in high regard with in Daminao's circles as his omega. Her social status was attractive to him or he likes the conquest. But this alpha doesn't know about Damiano and hits on y/n who's basically like "are you lost?" Of course he gets his ass handed to him. Especially because y/n is so independent that when she finally needs Dami to defend her honor he's ready to draw blood.

Alternatively maybe Nikolai, Julio, and the alpha from the first imagine decide to pick on y/n to get back at Damiano. They purposefully scare the shit out of her and she instinctively seeks out Damiano who can't figure out what's wrong because she's her instincts have her frozen up but he's really really concerned. Y/n would just show up at the Davids unannounced when the parents aren't home so his older brother answers the door and she flinches when he raises a hand to welcome her inside. "Damiano, your gfs here!" he's playing video games or something in his bedroom "v funny, thank you." "No she's actually here come into the living room." "I said I'd vacuum tonight!" "Damiano, y/n is here and it seems like she's hurt or something." "Thats not fucking funny what the fuck is wrong with you?" he storms out of his room to find y/n wringing her hands, shoulders hunched to make herself small. instant protector mode

Or maybe people who are trying to prove that Dami is a liability and shouldn't be allowed on sports teams etc and use her to to trigger him and she has to calm him down which is hard mid-episode and everyone is yelling like "be careful" "don't come any closer he's gonna hurt you" "stay away he's dangerous" "he's not Damiano right now" but when y/n gets close he can smell himself on her and recognizes that so she can reason with him. like everyone is afraid to touch him all these really strong alphas, but y/n is fearless because she loves him and knows his heart.

#just some thoughts I've been having about possible plot in upcoming chapters #damiano david #damiano maneskin #damiano david imagine #damiano david x reader #damiano david fluff #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o headcanon

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moonlight-alphafemale · 2 years

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You want me...?

omega!Rengoku x Alpha!Reader

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Warnings: self hatred, mentions of an abuse father

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“You're just a useless fucking omega!”

“You'll always be nothing but a fucking disappointment!”

Rengoku walked down the road in town, purring quietly to himself as thin tears streamed down his cheeks. His usual smile still on his face as he walked.

“Fire Owl..!” you yelled, hugging Rengoku from behind. Rengoku started whining really loudly, drawing attention to the both of you.

“I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you...” you mumbled. You looked around fearfully at the tons of people staring at both of you.

“I'm sorry... I didn't mean to draw so much attention to us...” Rengoku whimpered and hugged himself, running down the street.

“R-Rengoku! Wait!” you called, running after him. Eventually you lost sight of Rengoku in a crowd and was unable to find him.

“Damn it...” you muttered, fiddling his the bento box in your hands.

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“Rengoku..?”

Rengoku jumped, looking back at you with tears running down his cheeks. Still maintaining his signature smile.

“Ah... Y/N... I didn't expect to see you here...” he said, a slight shake in his voice as he turned his head away from you and wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

You walked down beside him and sat down near the small pond. Flame colored koi fish swam happily in the pond. Red spider lilies dotted the edges of the pond with the pond being bathed in golden sunlight from an opening in the tree leaves.

“My... Family always came here for picnics...” Rengoku muttered, he sniffled gently as he stared into the water. You nodded slightly, looking at the fish.

“I'm not a screw up...”

You looked up at him and scooted closer, resting your hand on his shoulder gently. “Sweetie....”

“I'm... A strong omega... I-I'm not weak because of my dynamic... I'M NOT...” Rengoku whimpered, tears gathering in his eyes as he tried his best to hold them in.

“I know you're not sweetie...” you said, wrapping your arms around him in a loose hug.

“But... Father's words still burn...” Rengoku started shaking, stray tears dropping from his eyes. He wasn't smiling anymore and looked very upset. “Why am I such a failure in his eyes....”

“...Don't listen to your father... You're father is wrong about you....” you muttered. “Look at all the amazing things you've done!”

“You're the flame pillar!” you growled. Rengoku flinched at your growling, more tears spilling from his eyes. Seeing Rengoku so broken was unusual and you hated it.

“Look... Don't think about it ok....” you muttered, rubbing his back gently as he cried silently.

Grrruummmmbglllleeee...

Rengoku flinched, closing his eyes tightly. He blushed softly and you giggled, patting his stomach gently.

“Good thing I brought you food...” you muttered, placing the bento box you had earlier into his lap. Rengoku perked up slightly, opening the box.

“Hehe... It cute...” Rengoku muttered, looking at the cute and neatly arranged food in the little oval box. He smiled softly, wiping the tears from his eyes.

You purred softly and smiled. You pulled out a pair of chop sticks and handed him the chop sticks. “Here... Eat while it's still hot...”

Rengoku took the chopsticks and dug into the food. “Tasty” he chirped happily as he ate.

“I'm glad you liked my courting gift...” You muttered, Rengoku perked up and looked at you. You smiled and looked away. Rengoku hugged you tightly, crying softly in your arms.

“But why would you want to court me...” Rengoku whimpered, squeezing you in a tight hug. You gave a shy little purr and rubbed his back.

“Because I want you... I love you...” you muttered, pressing a gentle kiss on his nose. He blushed and hid his face in his hands.

“But why... Why would you love someone like me...? I'm no one special...” Rengoku muttered, you hated seeing Rengoku doubt himself.

“Are you crazy? You're very special...!” you yelled, squeezing him into a tight hug. “You're special to me...”

“You're the fire hashira, you're the person I come to talk to when I'm upset! And you're my rock, my shoulder to cry on....” you muttered, purring quietly against Rengoku. “You're a very special person....”

Rengoku smiled softly, burying his face into your chest. He squeezed you and sighed, letting the tears run down his face. You rubbed his back gently, letting him relax completely your arms.

“...I accept your courting gift...” Rengoku muttered softly, hugging you. You pulled back and kissed his nose, cupping his face in your hands.

“I'll always make you happy...” you muttered, releasing your scent into the air around you, letting Rengoku take in your slightly sweet scent of maple leaves.

“I'm sure I won't be disappointed...” Rengoku smiled, nestling into your arms and allowing you to completely embrace him.

#kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku my beloved #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #a/b/o #alpha beta omega dynamics #my writing #omegamale #demon slayer

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bellsyafterdark · 2 years

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It's somft thought time, please consider Din realizing just how little time Boba and Fennec have on their own -- after all, if one of them takes the day off, the other one will be holding court -- and deciding he's going to do something about that. So Din plans things out, gets up early, and by the time Boba and Fennec are awake Din and Paz are already armoured and ready to go downstairs and hold court. Yes, they'll be fine. No, they don't need Fennec to stay. No, the whole operation is not going to fall apart if you take a day off and spend some time with your mate, Boba, please relax.

I have no idea what those two idiots would even get up to on a date but honestly I think the night would end with them drinking at Garsa's and look. I just think the image of Boba and Fennec at a strip club is very funny. (possibly with explicit instructions from Din that if Fennec wants to play, she's allowed. Din's fully aware that Fen's gotten close to one of Garsa's girls and as much as Fennec loves their pack, she still kind of misses women sometimes okay)

Din and Paz holding court, as it turns out, goes better than they expected. Din has the time of his life playing up being just the daimyo's poor sweet omega, trying to manage court and in over his head, until whoever he's negotiating with dismisses him as a threat and Din can go for the throat. Paz has never been more in love.

Hahaha this is so fucking cute and I endorse it completely.

For Paz and Din to get up early enough to beat Boba and Fennec, it's seriously dark hours. Fennec is always the first to rise and at first she wonders if perhaps they slept somewhere else the night before but... no, wait, she does remember climbing over them to get into bed and tugging Din to spoon him from behind before she fell asleep.

Sound from the adjoining fresher suite draws her attention and, yes, there they are: fully armoured with Paz pushing his fingers through his freshly showered hair and Din helping him buckle the shoulder of his cuirass.

Fennec sits up in bed, immediately on alert. "Are we under attack?"

In bed at her side, Boba stirs groggily. His hand closes round her wrist and he squints at her in the dim.

Seeing that, Paz and Din exchange a small smile. Paz shakes his head, reaching for his helmet on the armour stand as Din crosses the room to sit beside their master assassin.

"We've planned... something for you," he says softly.

Fennec stares at him. "You know I hate surprises."

Din's hand gently closes over her own in the sheets. "What if... you and Boba took the day off?"

"What for?"

"To spend some time together."

Fennec glances down at their daimyo blinking at them sleepily from his pillow. They share a suspicious look. She looks back at Din. "Din, are you covering something you don't want us to know about?"

Boba reaches across her lap for Din's hand, gripping it gently. "We won't be upset, cyare."

Din looks between them, an incredulous look growing. "Is it so hard to believe we want to give you some time together? One of you is always holding court or carrying decisions--"

"Baby, that's the job," Fennec says.

"We knew that when we overthrew Bib Fortuna," Boba murmurs, endlessly patient with their covert mates, they didn't necessarily appreciate the ins and outs of these ways. "Someone always has to sit on the throne."

"We know," Paz crosses the room, armour gently clinking. "Din will hold court."

Boba and Fennec blink from Paz to Din.

A beat.

"You?" Fennec doesn't mean to sound so dubious.

"I've seen you both do it for months. I know what to do."

Boba sighs and he squeezes Din's hand on Fennec's knew. "Cyare--"

"Boba," Din cuts him off, his voice fallen to that cool, gravelly order that makes his targets sit up at attention and his mates inwardly cringe with warning. "Fennec. The world will not end if you leave us the palace for one day and spend some time together."

"Wh--" Fennec stammers, glancing between her silly, confounding mates, armoured and ready, realising they've resolved on this. "But why?"

It's Paz who responds, disarmingly gentle. "You never get to."

Fennec sputters and throws a look of incredulity at Boba who is looking equally confused. "Puppy. Baby. We're not like you, we don't need--"

Din leans forward, holding her eye, deadly serious. "You're going to take this time together and you're going to enjoy it, or so help me."

Fennec raises an eyebrow. "Or?"

"You don't want to know what," Din mutters. "Come on. Use your imaginations. Take the time. Enjoy each other. I know you've missed the girls at the sanctuary."

Hmm. Well. There is that.

"Fen." Boba strokes her wrist, fingers sliding up her elbow and she has to resist from inwardly squirming with that little flutter she still gets when Boba says her name with that rumble. "Maybe. One day. What do you think? Shoot some targets on the back rim? Take some time at Haller's spa. Rest. Finish at the sanctuary?"

Fennec purses her lips. It's not a bad idea at all. The thing is that she and Boba just don't have that same level of... softness and indulgence they mutually share with Paz and Din, that's not how they started nor what they've ever needed... but does it mean she loves him any less? No! It's just... different.

But would it also be so terrible if they indulged each other a little outside necessity?

Boba is searching her face with a soft expression, but there's a guard behind his eyes, something bracing for her refusal, and she knows he wouldn't hold it against her. But maybe it would mean something to him.

Her shoulders slump, and she leans down to kiss her daimyo in apology. "Okay. Just one day."

Gently in the background, she hears Paz and Din share a victorious little fist bump. It makes her smile. Boba and Fennec are so lucky to have them.

#ball and chain au #pazbobadinfennec #domesticity #bobannec #take a fucking holiday please

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theunexpectedexpectations · 6 months

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Meanwhile, Freya's father received the news, she was out exploring the woods behind their home. She always loved finding new trails and seeing new things to let her imagination go wild with. One time she even swore she saw a fairy ring! It was gone the next day, but Freya always thought this forest was enchanted in a weird way. It even had interesting air she always thought it almost felt lighter.

Right now she's chasing some butterflies that just keep seeming to get away from her! She's persistent though, she knows she's bound to catch up them. Really though to her butterflies are like fairies in disguise. While she ran down the trail she spotted a sign that she had never seen before, but that's not a problem "I'll just read it on my way out." She then spotted the 2 elusive butterflies and ran towards them. She was caught off guard when she heard something whispering and it didn't sound fairy-like..

The whispers were coming from the archway just up ahead it would seem.

"Over here" the stone archway whispered.

Freya is normally pretty optimistic, but something felt kind of off.. She's reasonable she didn't REALLY expect to find fairies because that would be too good to be true. But a talking portal? What's weirder is even though her gut told her not to go forward she kept walking. It felt like it was drawing her in. Aside from the whisper there was a strange ambience emitting from it as well.

She was actually quite confused at this point and finally spoke:

"Are you talking to me?" she asked.

"Yes." It said very clearly. "I'm an omnipresent being. I know what is to come, alpha and omega if you will. And I need you to come closer. You intrigue me."

A bit hesitant she took a few steps closer and stopped. "But why would you need me to come closer? I can hear you fine from right here. Something about this still made her feel uneasy. The voice in her head was definitely yelling run, but her curiosity was just piqued.. Nothing like this has ever happened.

At home Ezequiel was finally done with the cops and was absolutely distraught.. The love of his life, just gone? Who would want to hurt her? She was always honest and said things might get crazy, but no information? No news? She always said when the time was right she would tell me what I need to know- which she should have done before saying "I do." and having our daughter.

He then realized he need to tell Freya. She needs to know. He stood up to wake her.

Freya now realizing she is having a full blown conversation with some sort of "omnipresent portal".

"How so?" She asked.

"Not many people can see me. Not many people are open to /new/ experiences." It responded.

"Well then, what does that mean for me? I thought most people wanted stuff like this to happen?". Still trying to now wrap her head around this stuff is just always around? What does it mean by people aren't open to new experiences?

"They aren't sure how they would comprehend, I suppose. Or they reason away these "anomalies" with excuses. Their mind is actually still quite closed off. Despite they apparent want for such things." It seemed excited to even have to explain.

"Well then what does that mean for me" she said getting frustrated, this thing sure wasn't direct, "You never answered that part."

"Why don't you come and take a look for yourself? You could just step through and find out." It said eerily. The portal started to get louder and it felt as though gravity was coming from the portal she felt herself being pulled in a strange way.

Freya was not in bed to Ezequiel's surprise. He knew the area quite well, though, and it was private property that Sigrid's family bought over 100 years ago. He knew there wasn't much trouble she get could get into. He knows Freya also suffers from insomnia and she takes strolls sometimes.

Still getting frustrated that Freya was not here to know what is going on, was not how he wanted his morning to start. Ezequiel then remembered, Sigrid did say that she bought a small vacation home in his name (she had quite a few connections). If something ever happened to her to take himself and Freya and leave. The property that was purchased was very "off-grid", but he knew there would be answers there.

Impatiently he now was waiting for Freya, it was imperative to leave quickly.

"NO!" she then stepped back away from the weird magnetic pull. And ran as fast as should could. The portal was still trying to pull her back.

"I think you would like to see what is to come, you would achieve it much sooner if you just saw for yourself." It pleaded still pulling her in.

"NO! I don't want to see! I don't want you to show me anything, you aren't meant to be seen."

Freya felt the magnet snap.

The ambience and the whispers stopped immediately. The sun shined down on Freya. How long was she talking to that thing? The sun was just down, surely that much time had not passed.

Growing more concerned and anxious about what is come and what is happening. He thought that dreadful feeling was just about Sigrid, but he didn't know how long Freya could have been gone. He peered in the garden just in case she was there, but he didn't see her.

Running as fast as she could, she started recognizing the ground. and the trees.. The lights for the property were just ahead.

"What the hell did I just see.. Whatever that was.. Wasn't good." she felt her stomach drop and she felt an awful sense of dread come over her. She knew something was wrong..

She approached the house and could see her father sitting at the kitchen table.

"Oh boy.. I should have just let the portal take me.. because he is gonna kill me.." she panted running up to the doors.

He looked pretty upset, but she knew to just stay quiet and take the wrath.

"Freya.. I have something I need to talk to you about. But first quickly grab some clothes and your favorite things. I'm going to meet you in the living room in 20 minutes." he said sternly, "Remember, 20 minutes."

She looked at him puzzled and said "Uh okay.."

"Oh, but I didn't forget how late you were. We are still going to discuss that." he said running up the stairs.

She noticed he was moving pretty quickly, so she ran to her room and grabbed her tutu, her books, and grabbed her favorite green shirt. She slammed the suitcase shut and ran into the living room, she was already done.

"I don't know why he tries to rush me when he can't even make it on time to anything." she sighed and then anxiously remembered the portal.

"See, I was here in 20 minutes. And you didn't even change shirts." she said sarcastically.

He didn't laugh like he usually would.. He was pale, and shaky. She knew something was up. "Dad? What is going on?"

He started bawling and yelled out, "Moms gone, Freya.. I don't know how it happened. I don't know what to do.. She was the planner I'm not good at this.. I had the cops contact me and said she has been missing.. her client said she never showed to their meeting.."

He gripped his fists so tight his knuckles turned pale.

Freya gasped and tears swelled..

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!"

"Look, sweetheart, all I know is your Mom was prepared for something like this.. I never took her seriously, but she always seemed dead set on it. We have to leave town.. I'm sorry. But we could be in danger."

Freya cried, but she knew her mom would be the level one. She wiped her tears and said, "Alright. Dad.." voice still breaking, "Let's go, I just need to grab one more thing from my room.." She stood and ran upstairs.

He agreed and waited at the door for her.

Freya grabbed her diary. She almost forgot it. She'll need it for the memories now..

"I wonder.. how Mom knew something would happen.. I don't remember her ever saying anything to me? And how did she just disappear? I remember Mom telling me she would call me after her meeting right before she left.. So where did she go? Something feels weird. I don't have time for this, she wouldn't be worrying until we were safe."

She ran down stairs and ran into the car. She slammed the door shut, looking out the window one more time at her childhood home. All her memories, all of her friends, gone..

"Goodbye."

#Unexpected Expectations #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 story #Freya Greene #mystery #thriller #suspense #disappearance #fantasy #magic

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sketchdoesit · 7 months

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Warning: Very long post

So, I've gotten back into the Pokemon side of YouTube and have started drawing Pokemon again for the first time since, I think grade 7 or 8, but it's had me looking back on my time as a actual player. But my first real experience with the games was... well, you'll see.

So for context, my first game and one of my first DS games was SoulSilver, and I was 6 years old back when it released in March of 2009. I had just gotten a DS Lite (in metallic pink, because I wasn't in my 'not like other girls' phase yet) just so I could play it. My mum made me rent the game first to get a feel for it and see if I liked it before buying. That's where things started to get strange.

Upon booting up the game, there's already a save file, so naturally I choose new game, but I couldn't save without getting rid of the old file, so I ended up going back on playing on the existing save file instead. It was set to the male character with the default name (Ethan), it was already completed, all the gyms from Johto to Kanto, including the Elite Four were already beaten. The captured Pokemon included the standard starters, but also had pretty much everything in the national dex including every legendary that was available at the time. In the character's bag was every item available in the game, including multiples of TMs and Master Balls, and by multiple I mean in the hundreds.

This was from a regular DS card. No Action Replay or anything like that. The place we rented it from was this small tech store attached to a mall that ended up being demolished in the 2010's. I later rented the DS version of Viva Pinata, and there were no altercations made to the game at all. So to this day I have no clue what someone would've had to do to modify the game like this.

My mum later went down to our local GameStop and bought the game for me, and I'm grateful she got it back when it was still new. But that first experience is still ingrained in my mind.

You know what? I'm on a roll here. Lets do a ~*lightning round of stupid/random stuff*~

My first starter was a Totodile that I named Star, but he ended up becoming my HM slave. Shame.

I've never beaten a Pokemon game on my own, a had a friend (let's just call him POKOMON) who beat SS, Platinum, and Black for me because of how bad I was at it.

I couldn't read well at the time, so I read Union as 'Onion' and Physic as "pie-ish-ick"

Because of my aforementioned poor reading skills, I named Silver as Passboy because he's named as Passerby Boy when you first meet him.

My first time trying to catch a legendary (Lugia, in this case) was so many levels of stupid on my end. I got it down to half HP, then I hit it one more time for good measure, and it fainted. You know what I did. I did the exact opposite of what you're supposed to do and I FUCKING SAVED. To this day I have never caught Lugia or used anything but a Master Ball on a Legendary.

This is why the Route 27 music triggers my fight or flight instinct. This also applies to the Celadon City music because it was playing as my mum was yelling at me about something that I can't remember.

I've never beaten Omega Ruby, since POKOMON was telling me to save my Master Ball for Deoxys. I couldn't catch Groudon no matter what I tried, and I didn't want to wait until after the Hall of Fame, so I just left it there and I haven't touched the game since.

I also haven't beaten Y either because I couldn't get past the Elite Four. I tried it once and when I lost I had a complete meltdown.

The only other time I broke down crying was when I found out you couldn't catch Zekrom in Black, so my mum gave in and bought White, which I never got past the second gym and am now considering giving to a friend of mine who's never played Pokemon, despite her owning a DS.

One time I tried battling POKOMON and he one shotted my while team with just his Lugia and Aeroblast. He then proceeded to tell all the other kids at his mom's afterschool daycare about it.

I had an easy time catching legendaries in Platinum because POKOMON had an R4 card, and he'd trade me a Pokemon holding a Master Ball if I did a drawing for him. When I told him I needed more balls for the Lake Trio, he freaked out and said, "Why? They're so ~BOOP~ easy!" (He censored his own swear words back then)

None of my friends who had Pokemon (who were mostly boys) wanted to do anything with me that involved any of the side stuff in the games, except for that one time where I beat POKOMON in the Pokeathlon.

I didn't know what a pedometer was back then, so I never used my PokeWalker. It's still sitting in my closet with the battery long dead.

There was this girl about 6 or 7 that went to the same after-school babysitter, and she needed my help playing Diamond, and I had to traverse Mt. Coronet for her because I was the only one there who knew how to get around that place.

The last new Pokemon game I played was Moon, which I played only once before putting it down forever. I don't remember if it was because school got in the way or that at 14 or 15 I found the game to be super hand-holdy and patronizing. I think I just put in Platinum and never looked back.

I've never played Sword or Shield or even Scarlet or Violet because I don't own a Switch and likely never will.

#not art #pokemon #pokemon hgss #pokemon soulsilver #pokemon platinum #pokemon black and white #pokemon omega ruby #pokemon y

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The Hooded Figure

As they were just about to turn the last corner to Cid’s parlor, a figure fell into step beside them. Echo goes to draw his blaster, putting himself between Hunter holding Omega and the figure. "No need for that Echo." A familiar voice said, still keeping pace.

“You came,” Hunter remarked as Echo stepped back. From what they could see, Akkar was looking significantly better than he did when they last departed. It was nice to see him in relativity good condition considering everything going on in the galaxy.

"Of course. You called." Came his response, the same warmth still in his tone. He kept his hood up, but the limp was completely gone, and he had a cloak on that was not torn up.

Wrecker opened the door for them as they all entered the parlor. As soon as they were inside, Akkar took off the hood so they could see his face. "What can I help you with?"

“It… would probably be better if I just showed you.” He set Omega down on a bench in the corner, and gently started to try and wake her up. “Omega? It’s time to wake.” She started to stir and finally opened her eyes. “Hey. Akkar is here.”

Omega’s face lit up hearing his name. All of a sudden, a cup when flying across the room. “Ow!” Wrecker said as the cup slammed him in the head.

Akkar watches, the feeling in the Force spiked at the outburst of its use. He does a decent job at hiding his shock, but his eyes do widen slightly. "She is Force sensitive.... When did this start?" He looked between both of them, wanting to make Omega feel involved as this was about her.

“Today. We were on a mission. I’m, honestly not really sure what happened,” Hunter informed Akkar.

“Sorry…” Omega said. She felt horrible for hitting Wrecker. She didn’t mean to, it was on accident, but she couldn’t control it. Wrecker just ruffled her hair. "It's alright, kid. I know you didn't mean to." He offered her his usual goofy smile.

Akkar nodded. "Telekinisis as the first sign is rare but not unheard of. Usually, it seems to happen with those older which fits here. Your powers have grown as you have. You just haven't had a triggering experience until now." His voice is soft and without judgment. "Can you come closer to me, Omega?"

Omega hopped off of the bench and slowly made her way to Akkar. “Am I in trouble?”

"Not at all, Omega. None of this is your fault. I just need to get a feel for what we are dealing with so we can best understand it and work through it together, alright? I will only ever help in ways that you want me to and are comfortable with,” Akkar explained. Omega’s heart was racing. She was scared and didn’t want to hurt anyone, but she didn’t know how to control it. It would just happen. Omega looked up at Akkar, with fear in her eyes and nodded her head in understanding. "Everything will be alright. I promise,” he said softly as he kneeled down in front of her, offering both of his hands palm up.

Omega was hesitant, but gently set her hands in his bigger hands. Akkar allowed his connection to the Force to spread to envelope her too. The familiar warmth, calm and confident came over her like a blanket. His eyes closed as he felt out her signature. Immediately, he could feel the torrent of untrained power. Omega watched him as the Force flooded her whole being. She wasn’t sure what to do with it. It was, a peace that she hadn’t felt in a long time, yet, she could still feel the chaos inside of her.

He stayed like that for a few minutes before slowly opening his eyes, giving her hands a small reassuring squeeze. "See, that wasn't so bad." He smiled softly, still kneeling in front of her before he became slightly more serious. "I am sorry that you didn't have a say in having this happen, but I want to make sure you have a choice now. There are some options. Who do you want here to listen to them and talk about them? We can do it alone, you can have Hunter here or all of them...." His voice is only loud enough for her to hear.

“Hunter,” was all she was able to get out.

He nods and stands, keeping one of her hands in his. "Hey Hunter, is there somewhere the three of us can talk alone?"

“Would the Marauder be okay? There really isn’t any place private in here.” Hunter said.

Akkar looks to Omega, who nods. "Yeah,” the Jedi responds.

Hunter turns to the rest of the gang. “You three stay here. We’ll be back. If you need anything, let us know.”

There was a chorus of confirmation from Wrecker, Tech, and Echo. Omega pushes slightly closer to Hunter again, still holding Akkar's hand. Hunter gives Akkar a nod of affirmation, and heads off to the Marauder.

Once onboard, Hunter closes the ramp, and turns to the Jedi. “I’m sorry for having to call you. You were the only person I knew and trusted that would understand.”

"I am happy to help. It is no problem at all." He leans against the wall. "Omega, you need to be trained at least in the basic control of the Force. Past that, how far you go is up to you." He tries to say it as gently as he can. He knows how scary this can be.

“Okay? What are my options?” Omega asked. “You said there were a couple.”

"I can teach you the basics if you so wish. I, however, never actually finished my training, I took the trials without a master so many would deem me unfit to teach. I have, over the past year, found other Jedi who are more capable under the requirements of the old Order. I could reach out to one of them to see if they will teach you."

Omega wasn’t sure how she felt about more Jedi. Not that she didn’t trust them. She had just learned about the powers, and she knew Akkar. She didn’t know these other jedi he spoke of.

Hunter stood on the other side of the room leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, listening to their conversation. Mostly just observing.

"If... if you prefer someone other than me, however, I doubt they would agree to do so with the Bad Batch around. Attachment is a hard thing for some Jedi to get over as in the Order it was forbidden." He sighs softly. "I know this is probably a lot, I just want you to know all of the information before you make any decisions."

“I don’t want to leave,” Omega spoke up without hesitation.

Akkar glanced over to Hunter. He knew how much he loved Omega but having two Jedi around, one not being able to hide her signature.... it would be dangerous.

“I’m not going to make her leave. If she wants to stay, this is where she belongs,” Hunter says.

He nods, looking back at Omega. "I can still reach out to my contacts if you'd like someone else. Some may be still willing to train you."

Omega was trying to stay calm, even though her mind was swirling. “Okay…”

Akkar put a hand on her shoulder. "This is a lot at once... I can step out for a moment so you can talk to Hunter about it if you want?"

Omega nodded her head. “Yes please.”

Akkar bows his head slightly and exits the ship, closing the ramp behind him so they had privacy.

Hunter walks over to Omega, and kneels down in front of her. “So? What are you thinking right now?”

Omega sat down on the floor. "I don't know. All of it is happening so fast." She looked up at him, obvious fear in her eyes. "I don't know any other Jedi, what if they are mean to me or any of my brothers.... I know you said it was dangerous to have a Jedi around, which is why Akkar was going to leave before. Now you would be stuck with me and another Jedi...."

“Omega,” Hunter began. “I made you a promise. If you want to stay here, we will figure it out, no matter what that means, whether that means there are two Jedi or not. It doesn’t matter. Okay? If you… if you wanna go, I’m not gonna stop you.” He paused after that one. The thought of losing Omega was too much for him to bear, but he knew he couldn’t hold on forever. “This is completely new and unexpected, and I will do whatever you think is best. Whatever makes you most comfortable. Okay?”

She nods. "I just don't want to put any of you at risk, but I really do want to stay here with you all. And I want Akkar to teach me, but what if he has things he needs to do or... or people that rely on him. I don't want to have him be stuck training me, but I also don't want to have to meet a new Jedi to be my teacher."

“Omega, trust me, we’re already at risk. It won’t be anything new. Maybe more intense, but not new. Tell you what kid, why don’t you ask Akkar if he will train you if that’s what you really want. If he can’t, then we’ll come up with a new plan. Sound good?” Hunter asked.

Omega gives him a small nod. For someone who had boldly introduced herself on Kamino, she looked small and shy right now. She moved forward and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you, Hunter."

Hunter doesn’t waste a second hugging her back. “You’re welcome ‘mega.” He then holds her out at arms length and looks her directly in the eyes. “I’ll ask Akkar to come in.” Omega nods as she lets him go. He gets up, and opens the the ramp. “Akkar, Omega would like to talk to you.” Akkar follows him back in, letting Omega say what she needs to say without interruption.

Omega takes a deep breath before starting. “I don’t want to leave my brothers. They are the only family I’ve ever had. If you don’t have people who rely on you, I would like for you to teach me. But if that is too much, I understand…”

Akkar smiles softly as he nods. "I think I can take some time off." Again, his tone is nothing but gentle.

Omega gasps. “Really?” She didn’t think there was any way Akkar would be able to stay and help her.

"Well, I did offer, didn't I?" He chuckles. "If it is alright with Clone Force 99, then I would be happy to start training you."

Omega looks to Hunter with a smile on her face. “It’s all right with me. I don’t see why the others would object either.”

"Well then you are stuck with me, Omega." He offers out his hand to shake.

Omega takes it and shakes it. “Thank you.”

"It's my pleasure, my young padawan." He teases her.

Omega giggled and turned to Hunter, who gave her a slight smile back. “Hey Sarge, you guys almost done yet? You’ve been gone forever, and your food is gonna get cold,” came Wrecker’s voice through the comlink. “We’ll be there in a moment Wrecker.” Hunter puts the comlink away. “You hungry kiddo?”

With the worst of the fear gone with Akkar accepting her as his student, she was feeling a bit more confident about the situation. She nodded enthusiastically.

Akkar smiled softly as she went to go take his hand. He would have to give Hunter the warning about what he was getting himself into, but for now, they looked happy so he left it be.

Hunter opened the door and they made their way back to Cid’s parlor, where the rest of the gang was rather impatiently waiting.

“Well it’s about time! Here kid! Hurry up and eat before it freezes over!” Wrecker lifts Omega up and sets her on one of the barstools.

Akkar stayed to the edge of the group. The last time he had seen them had ended in an abrupt leaving, which he did feel a bit bad for. He watched Omega, getting a feel for her connection to the Force when she was in a more comfortable situation. The turbulent storm was now only a partly cloudy afternoon. That was a good sign.

Hunter walked over to where Akkar stood. “I want to thank you. I don’t know what I would have done.”

"It is my pleasure. She is a good kid." He says gently before he looks at Hunter. "I can mostly hide her signature from other Force users, but it is not an exact science. It won't be long before she gets some unwanted attention. I- I just want to make sure you understand that." He looked over as Tech was off on a tangent that Wrecker was teasingly making fun of. Echo was rolling his eyes with a fond smile on his face, and Omega was giggling to herself.

“I don’t think we really have much of a choice. In my experience, there is no hiding something like this,” Hunter stated. “I told Omega she can stay. We already get unwanted attention. It’s nothing new. It may be harder than before, but at least right now, we’re not alone.”

Akkar nods. "It's a hard life, but she is lucky to have you. To have all of you. A lot of children have been abandoned for showing signs this past year..." He sighs heavily. "I will do what I can to help her figure it all out, and since you have to deal with me as a tag-along, I will do whatever you require of me. You may have seen me far from my best, but I promise I am competent." He chuckles softly, trying to balance out the heaviness of the topic with a bit of humor.

“I know you are. I saw enough to know, and you are no tag along. You are a part of the team, at least for now. If you are staying for a time to help Omega at least learn out to use her powers and control them, you earn the right to be a part.” Hunter explains.

"I appreciate that." He bows his head very slightly in a show of respect. "We'll figure it out. She is smart. I bet she will be a fast learner."

Hunter smiles as he watches Omega enjoy her time with her brothers. He loves to hear her giggle, which she has not stopped doing since Tech and Wrecker started arguing about the comment of her food freezing over.

After a few minutes, a comm goes off on Akkar's wrist. "Sorry Akkar, nothing helpful came from my inquiries. I don't think they know anything... Best of luck, my friend." The connection was cut immediately after the last word was spoken. Akkar sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What was that about?” Hunter asks Akkar.

"I am trying to track someone down. We lost touch after Order 66,” he explained.

“Who are you looking for? Maybe we could help.” Hunter offered.

"A clone that served with me, Sergeant Onyx. I was in charge of his squad, and I worked with them throughout the war, start to finish." He sighs.

Hunter lays his hand on Akkar’s shoulder. “If your looking for a Clone, we’re in. You are doing us a large favor, and I know that my squad would love to help out with one of our brothers.”

"You don't owe me anything, but thank you,” Akkar continued. “I want to make sure he is okay... well as okay as someone can be nowadays. I just would prefer not to see him so the search has been slow."

“I won’t ask anything about the two of you. I know things got tough for a lot of people in this galaxy. We’ll gladly help out,” Hunter said with a seriousness in his tone.

"Thank you, truly. His designation is CT-3383. Not many clones got to keep their names after the Empire took over."

Hunter sighs. “Yeah, we’ve had experience with that ourselves.”

"But he is a good man." He puts a hand over the part of his stomach where the blaster bolt hit him. "Things just ended poorly."

Hunter’s eyes followed Akkar’s hand to his stomach. He dared not ask any questions, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answers. Hunter and the rest of Clone Force 99 had all seen it happen with their own eyes. It was painful to watch it happen to someone they had just met. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like for Akkar.

"In any case, I appreciate the offer. Having some extra ears would be great. I just don't want him to think I hate him for what happened." He clears his throat, pulling his mind from the darkness that was everything around Order 66. "Anyway...... How soon do you want Omega to start training?"

“As soon as you would like. I will do anything. Do we need to go someplace that she can use her powers without being seen? This is for sure not the place,” Hunter says.

"I have a place if you trust me. It is on a little visited outer rim planet. It's my latest hideout, and it has lasted longer than any previous ones. It will be secure enough to train in."

Hunter chuckled. “If I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be here.”

"Then I think that will be the best place.” Akkar smiles softly.

Hunter turns to watch Omega finishing her meal. Tech and Wrecker have moved on to new topics, which has Echo unamused. Omega looks over to Akkar and Hunter. When she sees them looking at her, she gives them a big wave.

Akkar gives a wave back and a small smile with it. "We can leave whenever you see fit, though with the unchecked power she has the sooner the better."

Hunter nods in agreement. “Hey boys, let’s wrap it up.” He spins his finger in the air as he does and heads to the door.

Akkar re-adjusts his cloak to better hide his lightsaber. Well, it's time to go home. It had been a few weeks since he had a chance to go back.

The rest of the squad packs up and gets ready to go with practiced efficiency.

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