#i had my villagers call me Were and Omega for a while

[welldonebeca]

One Wife for Two Brothers

Summary: The infamous Winchesters brothers are in your village, and the old ladies in town won't stop gossiping about how they are looking for an Omega. You are happy to offer yourself to the role. Warnings: Vaginal fingering. Smut. Teasing. Seduction. A/B/O dynamics.

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You swept the floor of the church clean in a silent trance, humming a hymn to yourself while other women whispered to themselves in a corner.

"Hey," you called. "If you are not going to clean, just go talk outside. It will make my job easier."

Mrs Harvelle threw a look in your direction, pressing her lips in a worried look.

"Come here, kid," she called. "Come listen to us."

"Ellen," Mrs Mills hissed.

"You know she needs to know, Jody," she nearly barked back.

Mrs Mills didn't look pleased and you sighed, not wanting to get another scolding from your father for ignoring your chores to listen to gossip, but the trio of women practically pulled you to stand with them.

"She is too young to even know of any of this, Ellen!" she protested.

"She is nineteen," Mrs Harvelle argued, keeping a tight grip around your elbow. "My girl is younger and I already taught her what she needs to know about them."

Them?

"Who is them?" you frowned.

"Those Winchester boys," Mrs Harvelle told you.

The name rang a bell, and you just frowned more. They were Alphas from a clan that lived a day away from your town. They would often come to represent their group in legal situations and to buy things they couldn't produce.

You hadn't heard much from them, honestly, only what your father always said. He called them heretics who followed the old ways, prayed under the moon and were rumoured to still be able to shift into wolves - something that had been lost for centuries now.

Rogue Alphas who followed no human laws.

Aside from the rumours, though, they never seemed to cause any trouble. You had never heard of them disrespecting anyone, or doing anything to earn such a reputation.

And yet, people still feared them.

"Some people said they are looking for a mate," Mrs Mills told you.

"Well, they can forget it," Mrs Harvelle growled. "No Omega in this town will sign themselves away to be their breeding bitch."

You swallowed down and she scowled.

"My Jo said she isn't leaving the house until they are gone," she shot you a look. "You should do the same thing. It's safer."

Jo had just turned 15, you doubted she would even want to think of that.

You didn't know what to think of it. So far, you hadn't even thought about marriage, much less mating.

"Be careful," Miss Hanscum told you.

And then, just as soon as they had pulled you closer, they pushed you back into work, leaving you alone to finish cleaning the church.

You were just two benches away from the door and the sun was almost down when you heard it opening loudly, and heavy steps - that you didn't recognise - walked inside.

"My father is gone," you warned them. "He won't be back until..."

You stopped midway as you looked at who it was, stunned to see the tall and large figure at the door, an imposing man with eyes that caught the light and bigger than any other you had ever seen in your life.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, face soft. "I just came here to pray."

His scent hit your nose, and you weren't surprised.  He was an Alpha - and a very good smelling one.

"It's... fine," you mumbled.

He nodded, and stepped on the carpet, cleaning his boots before taking the furthest seat from you and sitting right in the front, on the other side of the church, maybe hoping it wouldn't disturb your cleaning.

You waited a bit and pretended to have to clean a different spot, trying to take a better look at him as he prayed with his eyes closed.

His clothes weren't too well stitched and looked like they were redone several times to fit his size, as if he had grown faster than he was supposed to. He was just so muscular.

You had never seen an Alpha looking so...  traditional.

Whoever this man was, he looked like he had come straight out of history books. You were shocked that his fingers didn't have claws or his ears didn't have fur.

Though it wasn't like you could see his ears with his long, luscious hair.

You froze, a little embarrassed when you realised you were staring. Why were you so fixated on him, why did you even care about his hair?

Alpha opened his eyes and stared right at yours, and you had to will your knees not to buckle.

"Are you from the Winchester clan?" you asked.

His lips curled in a teasing smile.

"Yes," he confirmed.

His big hand moved to his side, and he patted the seating spot by his side.

Any warnings to stay away just flew away from your head.

You rubbed your thighs together as you followed his silent instructions, sitting at the bench right by his side, eloped by his delicious scent, and tried not to let yourself be tempted.

You were a smart Omega and weren't going to fall into the lap of the first alpha with soft-looking hair and kind eyes and big hands that looked like they could dwarf both of yours...

"So… you pray?” you asked. “I thought you believed in your moon god."

He chuckled.

"We do, as a clan," Alpha explained. "But I like to believe all gods have a reason to be respected. Maybe this one will be nice and help my brother find us an inn that will let us stay the night."

You laughed a bit.

"Maybe we can pray together?" you offered. "It can't hurt to try."

He smiled and took your hands, moving so that he could face you, and you did the same.

"Close your eyes," he whispered.

You obeyed, but you couldn't quite do anything as close to praying.

Instead, you could only think of his scent, of how it was all around you. Could he scent you?

Maybe he could scent how you were getting wet by just breathing his scent in alone.

"What is your name?" he asked, breath so close to your neck you could almost feel his lips on your skin. "And why are you trying to tempt me in such a holy place?"

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hi! I just saw your winter ficlet request thingy, and I decided to ask for some! (Even though I read through the guidelines, I hope I do this right, never actually sent a request 😅)

So uuuh, what about

“Am I your favorite?” with Crosshair?

Like, it just screams his name, in my opinion! 🤭

Sending you love! 🫶🏻

i absolutely love that prompt with him, you're so right!! and it's also fitting that this was the first request for winter ficlets, im honored to be your first request! i changed the prompt a tiny bit, but i hope you enjoy it :)

words: 769

summary: For the first time in a long time, the crew of the Marauder gets to spend a little time relaxing, and you joke around with the squad's resident sniper.

A Quiet Moment

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For the first time in who knows how long, things were quiet on the Marauder. The last few jobs that the squad had taken had all been completed, deliveries and retrievals for some of Cid’s more shadow-y clients (it was something of a miracle that everyone made it out with all their limbs, if you were being honest). It wasn’t anything near the luxury and decadence as a vacation on a more tropical planet would be, as the ship was currently parked in the middle of a forest on a nearly empty Outer Rim planet, but it was still something of a blessing for you, Omega, and the rest of the boys to be able to take a step back and relax for a few days. 

You were sitting under a tree, staring out in the direction of what you knew to be the closest village, though they were nowhere within eyesight. As you mind quietly drifted from topic to topic, you turned to watch Hunter, Wrecker, and Omega chase each other around the grassy field, while Tech and Echo kept score from the sidelines and called out bets on who was going to catch the others first. 

The sound of feather-light footsteps caught your attention, and you turned to see Crosshair making his way towards you. His hair had begun to grow out in the time since he had returned to his brothers, and he was looking more and more like his old self by the day, save for the scar on the side of his head that you knew would never truly heal. “Finally tired of the smelly ship?” you teased, smiling as he sat down next to you. 

“One could never truly be tired of that stench, you just get used to it,” was his deadpan response, but the barest hint of a smile began to peek through his gruff exterior. That was another thing that was returning about him: his sense of humor. While you were never quite sure what your exact relationship was with the squad’s resident sharpshooter, you were certainly sure that he chose to spend more time with you than anyone else on the squad. 

“So you were bored then.” 

He raised his eyebrows at you. “And you think that if I was bored I would come here, to talk to you?” 

You laughed, sensing the joking tone in his voice. “Point taken, but I have some bad news for you about your current location, grumpy.” 

A sigh escaped his mouth at the newly-appointed nickname, and he plopped down to sit next to you, both of your backs now resting against the trunk of a sturdy tree. Silence fell over you two for a fleeting moment, and you finally decided that you were going to ask him something. “Why do you spend so much time with me?” 

He stopped, turning to you with a slightly shocked expression on his face. “What do you mean?” 

“I don’t know,” you said, suddenly self conscious about the can of whuffa worms you may have just opened. “Like right now, you could be spending more time with your brothers and sister. Why are you over here with me?” 

A beat of silence fell over the space before he spoke in response. “Because you’re the calmest,” he said. “It’s more difficult for me to get back into that frame of mind sometimes, the way my brothers are able to let go and be goofy whenever they want. And besides, you’re my favorite.” 

As much as you would have liked to assure him that his brothers were experiencing similar worries and that they had also been changing with the galaxy, the last sentence he spoke completely caught you off guard. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” he said slowly, looking as though he was suddenly second-guessing the admittance. “Why, am I not your favorite?” 

“I don’t know, Gonky’s pretty much got the position on lock,” you said, a quiet laugh escaping your mouth. 

Crosshair turned away in mock annoyance, but you knew he wasn’t actually offended. Taking a big risk, you reached out to grab his hand, a smile growing on your face when you realized that he didn’t pull it away. Moving it into your lap so that you were holding his hand with both of yours, you gently coaxed him to lay on your shoulder. 

Yeah, maybe he was your favorite person on the ship, and maybe it was totally obvious to anyone with a little bit of insight, but you didn’t care. He needed someone right now, and you were more than happy to help out where you could.

- the end -

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[hellhound5925]

While I’m wrapping up my next chapter of my Hunter fic, I’m going to leave you with this! Side note: that post a made a while ago about fucking up myself over something I wrote? This…this is that something….

One shot- Sargent Hunter

Tattoos (Part One)

Warnings: Idk if I have any at the moment. Part Two will be smut 😏 so I guess no minors 🤷‍♀️

Summary:

    Being a man who has a face tattoo for Makers sake, he was naturally drawn to them. The first time he really saw your tattoos, with the symbols covering one of your arms, he was drawn to you like a winged insect to a funeral pyre (Yes I used Sleep Token, Take me back to Eden lyrics...leave me alone).

This is going to take place during the time where the batch helps rebuild Pabu. It’s going to have two parts because I can’t wait for you all to read what I’ve got 😂 I hope you enjoy! Let me know your thoughts!

Pabu was typically quite beautiful this time of year...the sun, high in the sky which creates an ungodly heat that only the cool ocean water could provide relief from. Birds chirping above and moon-yos chasing one another along the rock walls. However, in the last few days, they had endured a sea surge that destroyed a significant amount of the lower levels. It was the first one more than three decades…

Those big brown eyes followed you everywhere you went as you helped the villagers clean up the mess. Eye brows raised slightly, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips....he was mesmerized watching you, your kindness and compassion shining bright during such a dark time. Drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

He watched as the tattoos on your arm were peaking out from underneath the sleeve of your shirt, as you rolled it up to your elbow. Tracing them with his eyes, the ink would forever be ingrained in his mind. Haunting him while he slept. He wanted to know if you had more...he needed to...

“Why do you always stare at her like that?” Omega pulls him from his thoughts. “I wasn’t staring.” “Yes you were.” Huffing a sigh Hunter pretends to busy himself by moving the baskets of fish Wrecker caught. “You do seem a little distracted Sarge” He chimes in. Hunter cocks an eye brow, “We’ve got a lot to do before the end of the day.” “Copy that” the two say in unison.

Wrecker returns to fishing while he follows Omega with his eyes as she bounds off after you. She tugs at the back of your shirt causing it to lift ever so slightly, and could have sworn he saw the shadow of yet another tattoo. What could it be?

———

After spending half a day in the sun and feeling the effects of the heat, you and Omega had gone down to the shore for a swim. Hunter was always checking in, so it was only a matter of time before he made his way down. Sure enough he came and sat under a tree along the shore.

He watched as you interacted with Omega, the sweet sound of your laugher filled his ears. It was like a siren song, calling out to him and drawing him in. He tried to ignore it because after all, he was there to be a watchful eye not be distracted. Huffing out a sigh, he returned to his protective nature by scanning the area for threats and trusting that his senses would also alert him.

As you made your way out of the water towards him, he got a view of the tattoos that covered your arm. The way they crawled down your arm from your shoulder entangling in intricate designs as they made their way down to your wrist. The dark black ink, a beautiful contrast to your lighter sun kissed skin, glistened with water droplets as they rolled down your arm.

His eyes roamed your body as more of it emerged from the water. Revealing yet another tattoo. This one, on your ribs just below your right breast was the image of a wolf. The placement was just so, that it the wolf was running from your back towards the center of your core. The fierce animal quite the representation of the person whose skin was etched into.

By the time you were back on the shore, there was one final tattoo that sent him over the edge. As you approached him, he was unable to look away. Sheepishly you look down, turning your leg so he can get a better view.

“Do you like it? I got it a while ago but never had the chance to show you. I hope it’s okay?” You voice drowning out everything else, his senses were hyper focused on you.

The vibrant ink and indicator that it was newer than the others, sent a rush of sensual gratification through his veins. Placed on the outside of your calf was a skull that was identical to the ones the batch had hand painted on their armor so long ago, similar to the one that covered half of his own face.

At a complete loss for words, he nods his approval while shifting uncomfortably to conceal the arousal that was awakened by the sight of the ink in your skin. Finding himself slightly jealous of the intimacy it had with you. His eyes slowly make their way up your thigh to your core, stopping briefly at the tattoo on your ribs, before traipsing up your arm revising the ink he’s seen so many times, and meeting your gaze.

The realization of his eyes so intimately roaming your body, paints itself all over your face. Butterflies erupt from somewhere deep in your core. Biting your lip to contain the euphoric giggle that threatens to escape, you watch as his eyes flick down to them.

Omega interrupts the moment, “I’m going to head back up to the others.” Hunter answers without breaking eye contact, “see you back up there.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see her cock her head at you both before bounding off towards the stone stairs. You both stay there in silence, search one another’s gaze for the right words.

You are the one to break eye contact first, causing him to shift awkwardly as if he’s unsure of what to do. Standing up he finally speaks “I guess I uhhh…should go see what they’re up to.” Disappointment sinks from yours chest into your stomach like a heavy anchor as you watch him head up the stone steps, Omega had just a few moments ago. Sighing you decide it’s worth heading back to your place for a change of cloths.

Part Two here

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[wheneclipsefalls]

Ma Neteyam pt.1

Part 2

Pairing: Neteyam (20 yrs old) x Original Male Na’vi Character 

Summary: Neteyam is kidnapped by the Olo’eyktan alpha from a nearby clan who claims that Eywa has destined them to be soulmates. Only weeks away from fully presenting as omega, Neteyam is caught between trying to find his way home and giving in to his primal desires. 

Warnings: more smut as the story continues, alpha/beta/omega universe so unequal power dynamics, swearing, stockholm syndrome, more warnings with the coming chapters. 

Author’s note: This is my first fanfic I have posted online and the first smut I have ever written, so please be nice. If you don’t like, just don’t read. This first part may be shorter than the coming chapters. It will act as a test run. If you like it, please let me know and I will continue updating. Also please ignore some of the plot ambiguity. 

The night air was crisp and soothing with the sounds of wildlife purring throughout the forest. Neteyam lay soundly asleep alone in his hammock dreaming of the ride on his ikran he planned to pursue the next day. He was proud of the independence his father had been granting him lately, letting him go solo on certain journeys and even hunt on his own every now and then, despite his omega gender. It was no small feat to convince the man he would be safe alone, especially with all of the Na’vi young males that had been constantly pining for his affections. Jake was a proud and protective father so when high strung navi warriors made grabs at his only omega son, he was known to retaliate and tighten the reins. 

On normal days Lo’ak had the luxury of an alpha title and therefore was able to pounce along the forest without a second thought from his parents. For Neteyam, he was stuck weaving baskets and making bracelets with his mother or occasionally following around his father and brother in their less dangerous pursuits. Recently however, his father had finally conceded to letting his son go on solo rides that didn’t stray from the hallelujah mountains along with hunts that brought him back to the clan before eclipse. Freedom was paradise to Neteyam even if he wasn’t known to fly as far as his brother. 

A loud crack startled the boy into opening his eyes. There was no accompanying sound to follow but nevertheless he now lay slightly lucid in his hammock wondering if the sound was only his imagination. After a long pause in silence, he finally decided it was nothing and turned to his other side to sleep. However, he did not get the chance to continue dreaming. This time a chilling ikran call echoed throughout the forest from a short distance. Neteyam didn’t even have time to sit up and look for the source before a sudden impact hit his side causing the hammock to swing dramatically. 

The motion had him gasping and practically swinging completely out of the bed before he was able to get a grip on the mesh material enough to keep him there dangling high above the forest ground. The village slowly began to hum as others awoke and searched for the threat. Neteyam ignored the distant conversations slowly erupting as he looked down below for the best way to fall. He slowly felt his heart rate recover from the startling events as he decided on a route that would take him colliding from leaf to leaf till he could hit the bottom. 

“Neteyam!” His father’s call interrupted his thoughts as he strained to see his figure a few trees behind him. 

“I’m fine!” He yelled across the distance, but the commotion continued and kicked up in urgency.

To his surprise families started emerging from their beds and warriors were scrambling for their bows and arrows. 

“Climb! Climb!” Jake commanded with great intensity while rushing closer. Neteyam was confused at the objection to safe fall but knew better than to disobey his father. He flexed his arms and core as he tried to lift himself back up into the hammock. 

Suddenly, ikran calls and war cries echoed around and below the Na’vi male. He made the mistake of whipping his head around to identify the threat only to nearly get knocked down by an ikran and rider aiming directly for his hammock. Without another thought his instincts kicked in and he gracefully swung his body back before using that inertia to propel himself at the nearest tree. Desperate hands and feet grasped at the vines on the tree as he threw his body into a climb. 

The ikran circled around the tree giving the boy glimpses of the tall rider crouching in a determined stance. Blood racing through his veins at a quicker speed, Neteyam threw all of his groggy energy into flinging himself up the tree in unpredictable directions. His hands were already forming small cuts and his legs aching with the surprise of the unprepared physical exertion. At this point the village was in a full riot as the ikran and mystery riders swirled through the forest. 

Neteyam leaped from the tree to nearby hanging vines allowing him to travel to a smaller tree deeper in the brush. His impact was clumsy; the tree was weaker than predicted but he was now out from under the riders radar and able to see the chaos for what it was. From a distance he could now see that the intruders were flanking his abandoned hammock. His father was the first to charge at the navi and engage in combat. His mother was not far behind as she picked up her bow and arrow already pointing at one of the riders. 

Strong claws gripped Neteyam by the shoulders before lifting him through the air. The boy gasped and hissed while frantically trying to maneuver his way out of the ikrans claws. 

“NETEYAM!” His father’s call rang out with desperation but the boy was too busy writhing and reaching for the claws to spot him. 

After only a few seconds the claws suddenly released him and he found himself quickly falling through the air. He tried to get into the proper flat position to fall upon the protective leaves but instead of hitting the greenery he found the air almost knocked out of him as he fell onto another ikran’s back. His body started to slide across its smooth skin before a strong hand reached back to grip his arm. 

Neteyam was too busy to identify the rider gripping him but instead focused all of his efforts on prying the fingers off of his arm. If he could just get the man to release him he might still have a chance at cascading into the leaves down below for a safe landing. The Na’vi male’s grip didn’t budge as he hosted Neteyam’s dangling body from the back off the ikran to instead lay across his lap. Before he could push himself up from his lap the intruder was already wrapping an arm around his waist tightly and moving to position the omega in front. 

Neteyam quickly elbowed him in the nose once in a slightly upright position. The rider’s grip loosened enough in shock to allow Neteyam to break free and start to slide off of the ikran. His efforts were in vain however as the ikran banked to the right and the omega went sliding towards the rider instead of away. Muscular long arms wrapped themselves around the boy’s shoulders and waist while he hissed angrily. 

“Calm, little one.” The stranger’s deep voice purred at the infuriated omega as he positioned the boy’s smaller body in front of him. 

“Let me go before I skin you!” He bellowed struggling in the grasp. The man was back into position to direct the Ikran while still trapping Neteyam. They soared left towards an opening in the forest. Cries could be heard from all around as ikrans flowed past them along with arrows and running villagers. 

His father was already on his own ikran swiping through the air quickly to reach his son. The sight of him gave Neteyam a sliver of hope. With this motivation he sporadically sunk his teeth deep into the arm around his shoulder. The coppery taste in his mouth confirmed he had drawn blood. The male let out a pained and frustrated hiss before using his other hand to grab Neteyam by the hair and pull him off. 

“Hold on Neteyam!” A cry came from far behind.

The stranger repositioned the bleeding arm to securely encircle the boy’s middle before his other hand pressed firmly against the pressure points in his neck. Neteyam went limp against the man as he lost consciousness. 

“Sleep now, Ma Neteyam.”

Kxolo admired Neteyam, still asleep peacefully on the mat of his village. The journey from the Omaticaya village to his own was short but difficult as he and the other warriors fought to escape the defending villagers’ advances. Jake Sully was particularly enraged as he chased down Kxolo, streaming out war cries. Kxolo found it a challenge to direct his ikran with the delicate omega limp in his arms but luckily he had practiced and planned the escape route with such precision that even the infamous Taruk Makto could not catch up to them. 

His clan crouched around the boy trying to get a good look at the omega Kxolo had been determined to bring home. He could not stop thinking about the young omega since his visit to the Omaticaya clan. His beauty and presence were enthralling. Jake had refused to let Kxolo court him, not even letting the boy in the village that day upon hearing of his intentions. Despite his persuasions and promises, Toruk Makto stayed firm in his decision. It was only after receiving a sign from Eywa of their soulmate bond that Kxolo decided to kidnap Neteyam. As Olo’eyktan, his warriors followed through with carrying out the abduction, eager to find their chief mated. 

 “He sure put up a fight.” Pulo, his second in command and best friend, chuckled while gesturing to Kxolo’s bandaged arm. “Looks like a little more than a love bite if you ask me.” 

“Ma Neteyam has spirit. A feisty little omega he is.”

“I would expect nothing less from an omega mated to you.” Kxolo rolled his eyes fondly at his friend. “Although it may make the first few weeks challenging. I hope you have selected warriors that are up for this task of special babysitting.”

“He will be a handful I’m sure but Eywa knows he will come around.”

Eventually Neteyam started to groan and stir as he regained consciousness. His gaze was unfocused and confused for a few seconds as it took in the sight of the crowd surrounding him. His large amber eyes widened as realization struck and he instantly sprung up and into a crouched fighting position. He hissed at the strangers while eyes shot around the circle to look for an opening. Kxolo recognized the signs of a male about to pounce and attack, lowered ears, focused eyes and swishing tail. Neteyam let out a cry as he flung towards the far side of the crowd. The warriors standing there were unfazed and simply tightened formation to create a wall that he could not get through. 

“Let me through you skxawng!”

“Neteyam.” Kxolo’s firm alpha call was barely heard by the omega as he continued to fight against the crowd. The alpha rose back to his feet and quickly caught the thrashing omega in his arms secured around the waist and shoulders once more. “Hush little omega and calm. I do not want to bind you, lovely.”

“Who are you? Let me go!” The alpha’s arms were like bands of steel easily holding the smaller male to his chest. This however did not stop Neteyam from thrashing against him with all the strength he could muster. 

“Shhhh” The alpha purred against his ear while letting the calming pheromones wash over the struggling male. “Calm, little one. Calm.”

Pulo turned to Tamil in a silent command to grab the bindings in preparation. It was evident that no amount of pheromones was going to calm the raging omega. 

“Get your hands off of me! Let me go before I skin you!” His words were unwavering but frantic movements showed that Neteyam knew he was no match for the stronger male holding him. 

“Looks like we will have to do this the hard way. Brother, help me bind.” Tamil used the strong cords to bind Neteyam’s arms behind his head quickly while Kxolo held him still against his chest. A string of curses left his mouth as he now fought off the two alphas. In the end he found himself bound and secured to one of the higher branches of the nearby tree. “My love, I will give you a couple minutes to let out your frustrations and energy out here but I will be right back.” Kxolo affectionately stroked the omega’s cheek as he hissed at the alpha. 

Kxolo turned back to the crowd quickly setting into motion the preparations for Neteyam. More warriors were sent out to the borders along the village to keep watch for Omaticaya intruders. Some of the women informed him of the prepared clothes and jewelry for Neteyam. The unneeded warriors and villagers were dismissed, although some tried to stay in order to get a better look at their leader’s future mate. 

“Jake Sully will not be far behind, brother.” Tamil warned.

“Toruk has flown these grounds for years. It is only a matter of time before he leads his rider to the entrance.” Pulo added.

“I know, in fact I am counting on it.” The two exchanged a look of confusion as Kxolo adjusted his bow to lie on his back. “It is important that he comes to confront us. Only with Neteyam safe in our hands will I be able to explain the nature of the situation.”

“He will be angry.” Pulo reminded him.

“Of course he will be, but it won’t change things. Call when you see him coming. I need to go talk to my mate.”

He advanced confidently back towards the omega still struggling. Despite the tension of the situation Kxolo could not help but stare at the lean boy's toned body stretched out against the tree. The curve of his small waist even more accentuated than he last remembered with the occasional freckles littering his gorgeous hips. They locked eyes as Kxolo came to tower over the boy. Golden eyes glared back at him defiantly. He fought the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he admired how adorable the young warrior looked trying to intimidate him. 

Neteyam stood still now, still angry but Kxolo could tell the boy was losing energy. It did not help that he was bound to fully present soon, making his omega body tire more easily. Kxolo imagined the poor omega was exhausted after the night’s events. The weeks leading up to presenting were exhausting enough without having to fight off strange alphas in the middle of the night. 

“Neteyam,” The Sully boy weakly went to bite at the hand Rxolo used to cup his cheek. “Have you calmed yourself now, baby?” The nipping stopped with exhaustion but his glare stayed in place trying to mentally scorch the man in front of him. 

“I know you must have many questions. Now is the time to ask them.” For a second it seemed like the smaller male was not going to speak but finally a small mutter left his lips. 

“You’re Kxolo Te Iiyi Letvesi’itan. The Olo’eytkan that visited my father last month.”

“Glad to hear you remember me.”

“Why am I here?”

“Ma Neteyam, I have brought you here to be my mate. Eywa has destined us to be together.” Surprise and fear flickered in those gorgeous eyes but were soon covered up by an angry hiss.

“I am not your mate you skxawng! Abducting an omega in the middle of the night does not make them yours.” Kxolo ignored insults and remained calm as he continued to explain.

“I spoke with your father about my intentions of courting you many times but he has forbidden it. The day after I left there was a sign from Eywa confirming our destiny as soulmates from Tsahik, but he has continued to dishonor these prophecies. I was forced with no other option than to carry them out without his permission.”

“You liar and thief! My father is Taruk Makto. He will rip your heart out in front of your eyes before you have the chance to ask for forgiveness.” His words were like venom but the alpha could see the strain of them on the omega’s body. His muscles were giving out and chest heaving at the effort of maintaining the show of bravery against the alpha. 

“I know you are upset, little one. It is going to take time for you to adjust but I am willing to be patient and guide you along the way. I see you, Neteyam.”

“A rock sees better than you, you fool! I will never be your mate!” The smaller male spat at the alpha. 

Within a breath Kxolo’s larger frame was pressed up against him and strong larger hands encased either side of Neteyam’s head. The stern unmoving look the alpha gave him made his mind sputter to a stop. “No amount of fighting or running is going to keep you away from me. You are mine. Eywa has written us in the stars. I love you more than you will be able to understand. I have known you and I are meant to be since the moment I saw you. I do not care how long it takes for you to acknowledge this connection. I do not care how many times you kick, bite, scratch or try to kill me, I will always come after you. You are my world now, Neteyam. In time you will come to love me too.”

Silence fell over the pair. Neteyam’s heart rate was skyrocketing causing his chest to rise up and down till he was practically panting. The night was too much and Kxolo could tell his omega was telling him to rest. The alpha lovingly stroked the boy’s cheek with his thumb. 

“You poor thing have been through so much tonight. I promise I will have you back in bed resting soon my love.”

 He reluctantly stepped back and turned towards the warning cries of warriors. Toruk Makto was here. 

The red banshee was easy to spot, even in the dead of night. There was no chance of Jake surprising the clan in an environment he had never scouted out before. Kxolo knew that Jake Sully would have to confront him directly. 

Toruk soared towards them with a loud cry before landing in front of Kxolo and the warriors set around them. Jake was armed with only a knife he must have grabbed in the haste of chasing after his son. He stared down Kxolo with hatred and burning that only a protective father could muster. 

“Dad!” Neteyam cried desperately struggling against the binds once more. The upstart of thrashing was starting to cause the cords to dig into the omega’s arms. Kxolo placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder trying to prevent more damage.

“Kxolo! You let my Goddamn son go now!”

“Calm, Olo’eyktan Toruk Makto. I told you this would happen. You decided to ignore the signs of Eywa.” 

Jake withdrew his knife from its sleeve with a growl. “You have my son tied up to a damn tree in the middle of the night and have the nerve to speak to me about the signs of Eywa?!”

The warriors surrounding the area slowly started to circle in at the sight of the knife. Despite their uneasiness, Kxolo remained relaxed as if the conversation was a small chat about the weather. 

“Steady Jake Sully. It would not be wise of you to attack.”

“We passed wise a long time ago.” The warriors around him let out tentative cries in response to Jake’s fighting stance. Kxolo could feel Neteyam’s pulse speed up in anticipation of the fight ahead. “Get your hand off my son.” He hissed at the hand still placed upon the omega’s shoulder. 

“You are not only outnumbered but also at risk of starting a war by attacking. I have conversed with the Tsahiks of the nearest clans and they have confirmed the sign. In addition their Olo’eyktan have agreed to honor and defend Eywa’s will even into combat if necessary. Be reasonable. You do not want this fight.”

Jake’s stance never let up for a second but fear could be seen in his eyes. He was faced with an impossible ultimatum. Neteyam was growing more restless by the minute as he watched his father’s hesitation. 

“There is still time to talk. We can still come to terms with the situation and find the best course moving forward for Neteyam.”

“How is any of this the best for Neteyam?” He ground out through gritted teeth. Pulo inched closer to Jake, still in anticipation of things going south. 

“You know I will take care of him. I would never hurt him. I meant what I said to you about loving your son. You can trust he is in good hands.” Jake gripped the handle of the blade in restraint. “If you and I work together I am sure there is a way that Neteyam can still visit his family.”

The comment sent Jake lunging at Kxolo in anger only to be stopped by the warriors’ aimed weapons protecting their leader. Jake hissed in frustration while hopelessly looking at his struggling son. Tears were starting to well up in Neteyam’s eyes no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. Kxolo wanted more than anything to comfort the whimpering omega but that would have to wait till the threat at hand was taken care of. 

“Neteyam.” Jake’s voice rose barely above a whisper.

“Dad.” The boy barely gasped out without crying.

“Do not worry. Everything is going to be alright. I am going to figure this out.”

A small sob escaped the omega’s throat before the stream of heavy tears gushed down his cheeks. He knew what that promise entailed. His father would not be taking him home tonight. Kxolo could see the heartbreak in Jake’s expression as he forced himself to focus back onto the chief. 

“This is not over. You harm a hair on his head and I will tear you apart limb by limb till you are begging me to kill you.”

The alpha simply gave a short response of “He is safe,” as Jake backed away towards Toruk. He didn’t miss the murder in Jake’s eyes as he mounted the Ikran. Watching the large ikran soar off into the distance, Rxolo knew the fight was not over but for tonight Neteyam would finally be in his arms where he was meant to be. 

Neteyam took a long time to console after his father left. Once the tears had started, they did not stop. It was still not safe to leave the boy completely unrestrained but Tamil quickly adjusted it so that it was a simple binding of his wrists behind his back. This allowed Kxolo to scoop the boy carefully into his lap and against his chest. Neteyam was too far into his fit to really put up a fight as the alpha swayed him back and forth and hushed him softly. 

“My poor Neteyam.” He cooed while stroking the boy’s braids. The alpha once again released calming pheromones and found it more effective. Neteyam started to go limp in his arms as the sobs continued. It was clear that at this point his body was ready to give out. 

“Pulo, are we set for the night?”

“Guard shifts are organized and underway and the hammock is ready for Neteyam.”

“Perfect, thank you brother.” Looking down at the omega he could tell his cries were softening and eyes lided as he fought to stay awake. “I think it is time we get you back to bed sweet one.” Neteyam only stared off into the distance completely lost in his exhaustion.

He continued in this state as they led him towards the sleeping area of the village. Kxolo guided him with a hand to his lower back all the while peeking over consistently for signs of resistance or distress. Finally, they reached the hammock set up for Neteyam. The omega halted.

“Come Neteyam. I can help you down.”

“Aren’t you going to unbind me?” He writhed his arms against the cords in emphasis. 

“Can we trust you to stay put?” Pulo intervened, although the alphas knew they would untie him regardless. 

“Do I have a choice?” The boy gritted out. Pulo simply shook his head and chuckled softly at the Na’vi’s anger. 

“Oh you have a choice. You are free to leave your hammock but you may find the journey back over a guard’s shoulder to be counterproductive.”

Neteyam shot Pulo a look that could kill before tugging at his restraints once more, a silent request to be released. Kxolo motioned for him to be brought over. 

“You need rest Ma Neteyam. Don’t be foolish and waste your energy tonight causing trouble.” Kxolo slipped an arm around the omega’s waist. Before the young warrior could manage to escape his hold, the alpha laid a sweet kiss at the crown of his future mate’s head. “I will let you sleep on your own tonight but if you need me, simply call. Sleep well my love.”

With that, the bonds were cut and Neteyam was helped into the hammock reluctantly. However, it was not until the alpha could hear the soft snores coming from the omega that he left to find sleep himself.

#avatar #omega neteyam #abo universe #avatar way of water #protective jake sully #alpha oc #stockholm syndrome #avatar smut #neteyam fanfiction #omatikaya #avatar fanfiction #sub neteyam #male x male #toruk makto

[the-hexfiles]

A Village Romance (Hunter x F!OC) Ch 1: Strangers

Chapter Rating: 16+ for one suggestive comment made towards the end, and the overall tone further chapters may have -- If I choose to write further chapters.

Content: Fluffy intro to what I will hope to be a friends to lovers romance. Teacher OC because we all know Hunter would love a partner good with kids. First person narrative cause I'm lazy lol.

Wordcount: ~1580 because I haven't written in months and I need to ease back into it.

A/N: Hi friends, I've been gone a while but decided to jump back into ff. I want to start working on other creative pieces but I have Clone Brainrot so ff it is I guess. I haven't been writing at all so if it sucks, I know.

Song: Down by the Water by Abigail Lapell

The first night Hunter and I spent together, we were strangers.

Heavy storm clouds had swallowed the sun hours ago, and the draft through the schoolhouse in town sent chills through all of my students. By the time all of my students were gone, the rain had begun and my speeder bike was already soaked. The air got colder and the wind picked up the further I made it up the mountain. It was drizzling, the raindrops turning to ice on the leaf litter and my jacket. The wind ripped through the trees, shaking the limbs directly above me, and howling through the greenhouse. The windows on the greenhouse were frosting over, the tarp covering my firewood thrashed, and my potted crops tipped in the garden, splattering mud everywhere. I rushed to secure everything.

I was kneeling in the mud, trying to salvage one of my plants when I heard a branch snap on the edge of the clearing that made up my yard. I paused and looked around, but didn’t see anything. I scooped up the plant and brought it to the greenhouse. I didn’t see the faint shadow cross the windows inside, or the door. As I came around the corner to walk inside I almost walked directly into someone, which is horrifying when you live alone on the side of a mountain. He was broad-shouldered, half a skull painted on his helmet, and a full head taller than me. He had also startled me so badly, I’d apparently dropped my plant, since he was standing there holding it with mud splashed on his armor. “Sorry,” we said simultaneously. And we stood there for a moment, in the rain, staring at one another. Like morons. A little girl’s voice called from the other side of the cabin, “Hunter?” Little footsteps ran closer until they reached the doorway, “Hunter did you – oh. Hello!” I looked at the little blonde and smiled, then back at who I then knew was Hunter: “Can I have my plant back?” I asked, pointing to my sad little potted crop in his hands. “Oh, yes,” he said, handing it back to me. I walked into the greenhouse and tried to quickly stabilize the crop so I could gather the remaining plants outside. “You’re the pretty teacher! The one in town! Miss Tala!” The little girl said excitedly. “Omega!” Hunter scolded her. I looked up at them with some surprise, “And you’re my…stalkers?” I said with a raise of my eyebrows, half joking. I did recognize them from the market square. Some whispers had gone around of some clones that settled on Pabu and were working with a couple of traders. “N-no! We’ve been working for Mr Tanaka, he told us who you were,” I could hear the embarrassment in Hunter’s voice. Omega looked up at him, giving him a knowing smirk. “We were just passing through when we came across your cabin.” “You wouldn’t happen to know where to find these, would you?” Omega showed me her data pad, a familiar sight on the screen: Storm mushrooms. “There are some that pop up nearby, but you’re running out of time. Come help me with this, and we can go.” I nodded towards the door. Omega helped me carry the last of my crops inside while Hunter secured the tarp over the wood. Hunter walked over to us as we locked up the greenhouse. “We didn’t properly introduce ourselves, I’m Hunter, that’s Omega.” He held out his hand towards me. I took it, “Tala.”

We walked single file down a game trail towards a set of downed trees, whose trunks were sparkling with the bright blue mushrooms. I took out my knife and sliced off a small one, cutting it into three pieces. I popped one piece into my mouth and handed Omega and Hunter the other two. “Why are these considered dangerous?” Omega asked, snacking on the piece I handed her. The three of us started slicing away mushrooms and tucking them into Omega’s satchels. “Inexperienced foragers underestimating how fast the weather changes up here,” I replied. “A few have died in the past or gotten very close to it. Now most people who hire foragers usually have shelters and cabins near sites so there’s a safe place to weather the storm after harvest. I didn’t know Mr Tanaka had a cabin this far up.” I looked at the two of them, and to find them looking at me a little dumbfounded. Hunter and Omega looked at each other, “We’re staying in town,” Hunter said. The drizzle turned to rain, a few snowflakes fluttered down with it and Omega was doing her best not to shiver. “Well, lucky for you I know a place,” I said, quickly slicing away at the mushrooms.The wind almost ripped my back door off its hinges when I opened it. The three of us shuffled inside as the first inch of snow started to cover the ground. I pointed Omega to the refresher to start getting out of her wet clothes, and Hunter towards the fireplace to stoke up the fire I’d prepared, while I ran upstairs to find clothes. He was looking at some photos on the mantel when I came downstairs with clothes for him and Omega. I set her clothes outside of the bathroom door, and walked over to him. His helmet sat on the kitchen counter, and his scarf had ended up bundled around Omega’s head on the hike home. The fire was still low, casting a soft light over his features. I had seen him before, multiple times, but I’d never really got to appreciate him. His wide shoulders made his waist criminally small. His bandana, and thus his hair, was slightly disheveled, and he looked tired. In the forest, I’d missed an opportunity to watch him work with the knife he carried, but I watched as they rested on his hips and moved to pick up different photographs. Not wanting to get caught ogling, I walked up and handed him the dry clothes. He looked down at them, a frown briefly flashing across his features. “Your husband going to be okay with me borrowing these?” I snorted, then upon realizing I snorted, I laughed, “Sorry. That’s probably one of the many reasons I don’t have a husband. What made you think that?” “These are a man’s and you got them from upstairs,” he gave a short laugh of relief. “It’s not an unreasonable assumption.” “Those are my brother-in-laws, and no he won’t mind.”

Omega stepped out of the refresher, bundled up in a set of my pajamas, looking clean and quite content. She settled under some blankets in a chair by the fire, while Hunter and I split off into different refreshers to clean up and warm up ourselves. When I came down the stairs, Omega was curled up in Hunter’s lap asleep on the couch, and he had his head tilted back with his eyes closed. His bandana was off letting his wet curls flop wherever they pleased. The fire crackled, warm light flickering across their faces as they dozed, faces so relaxed and peaceful. I sat in my armchair and admired the pair for a moment; until Hunter’s eyes opened and immediately found mine. They were a warm gray in the firelight, and very tired. “We left you some room over here,” he whispered. “We’ll be warmer together.” “I don’t sleep with strangers,” I said as I grabbed my book off of the end table. When I looked back up at him, his cheeks were flushed and he averted his gaze. “Right. Sorry that was forward of me.” “It’s nothing against you–” I said, moving my head into his line of sight to get his attention. “No, I understand,” he said, still looking away. “I don’t really sleep much anyways, strangers or no strangers.” He looked at me again from the corner of his eye and gave me a half-hearted smile. Snuggling into the couch he wished me a quiet goodnight, leaned his head back, and fell asleep.Omega stirred early, while the end of the storm was blowing through. Hunter awoke to the smell of breakfast. Well, more accurately, to Omega burning half the breakfast and the two of us giggling about it. Maybe my staring should have told the both of us at the time that I was at least attracted to him. But he was too busy smiling at Omega’s tragic attempt to make eggs to notice my ogling. He looked so warm to the touch, standing there half-asleep in wrinkled sleepwear, smoothing Omega’s unruly curls while she made another attempt to cook breakfast. I stopped staring and joined them, and eventually the three of us had something edible. The rest of the morning was spent playing card games together. By the afternoon the storm had passed, and they were dressed to leave. Omega gave me a hug before she bounded down the front steps of my cabin, leaving Hunter and I alone for a moment on the porch. He held out his hand, “Thanks for all your help.” I took it, “Anytime. See you around town then?”

He gave it a short shake and nodded his head with a soft “yeah” as he turned to leave. Before he reached the last step I said his name, making him turn back to me. “Don’t be a stranger,” I said. And a hint of color came to his cheeks.

#bad batch fanfic #tbb x reader #bad batch hunter x reader #tbb hunter x oc #tbb hunter #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #tbb x oc #the bad batch x oc #the bad batch hunter

[baka-bakeneko]

In Heat - Alpha Jiraiya x Omega Fem!Reader [NSFW]

cw: alpha/omega dynamics, age gap, scenting, breeding kink, peeping, alpha!Jiraiya, omega!reader, pregnancy talk, multiple orgasms, pet names, a tad bit cnc

word count: 2,568

synopsis: You, as Jiraiya's wife, decide to be the responsible one and take a week vacation for your heat. However, Jiraiya is less than enthused by this plan and being away from you.

a/n: i think my pupils might've permanently dilated at this, send help

part two here, part three here, part four here, extra one here

You were panting, sinking into the tepid water of the hot springs in your solitude. It was for the best, staying way off in seclusion during your heart compared to staying in the village.

It was more for your husband's sake, than your own as you worked your shoulders further into the water as steam rolled off the calming surface of it.

Tsunade suggested it, a secluded hut far in the forest that left you to your own devices. There wouldn't be alphas for miles, letting your bathe and dry, sweat out and whine on your own.

You had told Jiraiya the same thing, not telling him the location you were heading while you packed up your bag and slung it over your shoulder.

"Are you sure you wouldn't want company from an old man?" He asked, sat on the floor of your home.

You leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "I'll take all your company upon my return."

You had to remind yourself that it was for the best, despite the pitiful look the old man gave you as you left. You wouldn't trust yourself around him, knowing you'd take things way too far in heat.

Children were out of the question for you two, as if Jiraiya hadn't had his hands full with Naruto on a semi-daily basis.

You centered your thoughts, reaching for your washcloth to wet it then rest it atop your head. You crossed your arms before your chest and sank further into the water, finding solace in your temperature meeting its.

Your sweat broke easier that way, disguising the chills in the water as you stretched your toes. The approaching winter breeze slipped over the tall stone fence of the spring area, blowing away the steam of the water.

You shut your eyes for a long moment, reveling in the synthesis of your body and the water becoming one.

Your scent would be unrecognizable for miles, Tsunade said. The hut was off the well-treaded path, over three acres away from any landmarks noticeable.

You opened your eyes to stare across the dusty evening horizon, following the seemingly straight line of the fence reaching to touch the cotton candy sky.

That was until you noticed a flash of white duck down from the rocks.

Your eyebrows raised curiously, staring in the exact spot where you'd seen it. When you figured it was a bird, or a quick animal, your eyes shifted around the rest of the fence before it popped up again.

This time longer, and you narrowed your eyes at it before you recognized a pair of eyes.

"Jiraiya?" You questioned, raising your dormant voice to the white flash as it ducked down again.

You shifted in the hot spring, pulling yourself out of the water slowly to peer after him. "Jiraiya!"

Suddenly, the perverted old man sprung up from behind the stone fence, hand folded to his neck as he sported a nervous, caught grin.

"Hello beautiful!" He offered as you stared, deadpanned at your husband across the lengthy yard.

Your tone turned hushed and hurried, "What are you doing here? You can't be here."

You uncrossed your arm from your chest, still staring at Jiraiya as he massaged at the back of his neck, a trickle of blood seeping from his nose.

"I couldn't stay away, not from my beautiful girl," he tried, his grin only growing in wattage.

You growled deep within your chest, reaching for your towel to wrap yourself up. "So you followed me up here? You truly are a pervert!"

"Only for you, my dear!" Jiraiya called out from over the fence, his hands making the sudden movement to grip the stones and attempt to hoist himself over it.

"Not a step further!" You pointed out at him, scrambling carefully out of the spring and towards the hut. "I'm in heat, you know the rules."

Jiraiya's nose pointed at the air in your direction, his nose wiggling as he selfishly snorted your heady, wet scent. "But darling, you smell so good!"

You shook your finger at your husband, watching him trample over the stone fence to land on his stomach in the grass before the hot spring.

You backed away further from Jiraiya, now pinching your nose to not smell his scent in return. "Honey, no! Stay back, go home!"

"But why should I? My love is here!" Jiraiya pushed to his feet, making his way around the spring towards you.

You were inches away from the sliding door, close enough to sprint but not wanting to turn your back on your husband. Not wanting to turn your back on the strong, warm arms that were extended out for you along with the hardened cock that was fighting against Jiraiya's pants.

You hissed, your pussy aching at the sight of him. You waved your other hand out, trying to keep the short distance between yourself and him.

"No, Jiraiya! You old pervert, go home!" You ordered, pointing at him again in a silent order for him to at least stay still.

You made it to the doorway and hurried yourself inside, sliding the door shut and fastening the wooden slat in front of it.

Jiraiya's large body pressed up against the door, a wanton groan of rejection seeping through the wood. "My love..."

His voice was pitiful, not helping the ache in your body. You clenched your knees together, still backing away but keeping your eyes on the door.

"Go home, honey. I'll be home soon, I promise," you said, tightening the towel around your chest.

Jiraiya's shadow against the doorway never moved, his bloody nose squashing to the screen and dotting it with a dark red blossom stain.

You groaned, dropping your other hand from your nose. His aggressive scent seeped through the wood, attacking your nostrils with the familiarity of home, security.

Your husband was on the other side of the door, and all you wanted was to be home with him now. You wanted to curl yourself in his lap and bury your head in his neck, becoming one with him.

Jiraiya began to purr through the door, his hand resting against the screen, showing its distinct shape through the shadow that encroached with the diminishing sunlight.

"My love..." he tried again, his hand softly rapping down the door as if petting through to you. "Let's go home together."

You tried to remain firm, shutting your eyes and plugging your nose again. You opened your mouth to speak but your words escaped as a whine.

"You're not being fair."

A trace chuckle escaped Jiraiya's lips through the screen, his mouth puckering up as if to kiss you through the door. "I hate playing fair."

You hid a whimper in the heel of your palm, holding back from bowing to the floor and whining for him to come inside.

Jiraiya was quiet on the opposite side of the door for a long beat, too long for your comfort.

"Darling," he finally spoke, his voice gravelly now and lower to the ground. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

You tiptoed towards the door, met with the pungent scent of Jiraiya's hot cock through the screen. You whined lowly, hand pressed against the doorframe.

He shifted his free cock up to the screen, stroked himself once in the dimming sunlight while you tried (and failed) to ignore him.

You wanted to open the door, you wanted to embrace him but you knew that you wouldn't hold back.

"I want to feel you, I know you're dripping wet for me," his voice as metered through the door, not his boisterous normal self.

You stifled a growl, planted it deep in your chest as your skin dried in an instant.

"I can smell you," Jiraiya uttered with a loud sniff. "It's giving all my strength to not tear down this door."

You groaned, folding slowly to your knees before the door.

"I want to breed you, my beautiful girl," Jiraiya's voice dropped an octave, barely above a whisper through the door. "I want to see that pretty pussy presented for me."

You fought with your instinct, hands clenching at the stupid thought. "Fuck...Jiraiya, please."

His purr seeped through again, egging you a bit further to drop the slat on the door. You stared at the single wooden bar keeping your husband out, keeping you from the satisfaction from the ache that was worming from your hips and throughout your body.

You withheld a whimper, fingers trembling at the slat before you finally gave up and slapped it down.

As if patiently testing the door the entire time, Jiraiya slid the door open and crawled over the floor to you. He carefully nuzzled his head along your forearm, watching your shivers slowly return from the prolonged heat.

His fingers brushed at your cheek, a kind act compared to his natural demeanor. "You tried so hard, darling. Let me take care of you."

You glanced up at Jiraiya from the corner of your eyes, knowing that Tsunade wouldn't appreciate an alpha in an omega safehouse.

However, your protests weren't uttered as Jiraiya scooped you up in his arms and pulled you onto his lap.

You were overcome with him, wanting to take his relief and security and exploit it to your own comfort. Your towel caught on his hardened cock, blocking it from rubbing between your already wet thighs.

You raised up on your knees in Jiraiya's lap, panting before his mouth and offering your tongue as a simple connection. The old man obliged, opening his mouth and suckling at your tongue as you shifted closer on his lap.

"Take what you need," Jiraiya whispered into your mouth before kissing you fully on the lips.

You whimpered again, his cock slipping under the hem of your towel and edging just along the lips of your pussy.

Your arms crossed tightly over his shoulders, pulling yourself impossibly close with the tie of your towel coming undone. Jiraiya angled his cock just beneath your hips before you sank down hard, losing your breath in his mouth and your knees locking at the feeling.

It was immediate, a cheap orgasm wracking through you from your husband's cock penetrating you. Your fingers twitched at his shirt, holding still to ride out the miniscule high that felt unearned.

"Good girl, my very good girl!" Jiraiya praised, pulling away from your lips to kiss your blushing cheeks then misty eyes.

You attempted at a smile, following Jiraiya's mouth all over you and hoping to earn another kiss. Once your knees regained strength, you slowly rose up from Jiraiya's length then sank yourself back down.

He lost his breath then, wanting to let you set your own pace though it was agonizing to say the least. You tried again, raising up then slapping down again, making the room echo with the smack of your combined skin.

Jiraiya hid a grit of his teeth with each agonizing jostle, watching your breasts jiggle with each movement you made. It was getting to be too much with very little results.

"Forgive me, dear," Jiraiya whispered to your shoulder, his hands finding your hips before turning you around on his cock.

The feeling was intoxicating and agonizing at once, feeling Jiraiya's size reform you inside before you melded back to him.

Next was your hands bracing the floor, your ass above your head while you rested your knees. Jiraiya took a standing foot by your stomach, hoisting your hips in his hands before he aggressively thrust into you.

You squeaked at the sudden pace change, no longer yours and all Jiraiya's. Your hands braced the floor, looking over your shoulder to see your hips moving at an inhuman speed to match his.

"I will give you what you need now," Jiraiya huffed, pulling one hand from your hip to haphazardly tear his cloths away.

His other arm cradled around your waist, his forearm pressing in your stomach as you felt his thrust timed perfectly. You turned your mouth into your hand, stifling a errant high moan.

Your body felt electric to his touch, following his lead now. Jiraiya's clothes slipped down your thighs in teasing tickles to your prickled, hot skin. He returned his hand to your hips and resumed his original pace.

"You'd been avoiding me during this time, and for what?" Jiraiya asked, not truly wanting an answer.

He knew why you'd avoided him during your heat, knowing that it would end with a single inevitability if you two did anything.

His hand slithered around your front and tenderly pet at your soft stomach. "I will make you ripe with my pups, now. You're beautiful now, imagine nine months from now. The glow."

Your mind was numbing, tumbling at his words and the thrusts he was instilling in you. Each one came with a stiff pause, one that made sure each bit of precum achieved would be useful to a goal.

Your pussy tightened at his words, your body hearing what it needed to during this time. Your purr became rampant instantly, radiating out of you and reverberating through the floor.

Jiraiya chuckled outwardly, filling the room with the warming echo of his boisterous. "You like the sound of it, I know."

His pumps started to become more halted, holding tighter with each one, almost beckoning it to be the last. Your toes curled before then, your hips wiggling to allow more of him inside of you though it was impossible.

Jiraiya was stretching you, allowing your pussy to drench down both of your thighs at the animalistic need to be bred.

"I know, darling, you're ready for it. You're ready for my pups," his voice immediately choked, now aware of how hungry your pussy was for his cum.

He raised his foot slightly, gaining an extra inch closer to your cervix. His tip touching at it was hot, almost that of approaching a red sun.

Your back arched unfomrtably, bowing out further to feel him slot against your g-spot. Jiraiya's petting hand slid down and tenderly caressed your clit, causing you to immediately go cock-stupid and come ferociously on him.

Your body lost all strength in that instant, your eyes twitching and crossing while your hands patted at the wooden floor. Your toes curled, almost rearing your up from your knees at the chase of feeling full but Jiraiya held you tight like a bucking bronco.

He watched as you writhed on his cock, your pussy pulsing and milking at him, urging his cum deep inside. Jiraiya hid a roll of his eyes at the pleasure, finally stuttering your hips to his and shooting his hot seed deep within you.

You reveled in the sudden warmth you were gifted, your body allowing itself to come down though you twitched with each new spurt inside. Jiraiya held you onto him, even after you slumped to the floor, hoping he'd done his best.

"That will surely stick," Jiraiya stated proudly, waiting a moment longer before pulling out and staring at the sluggish cum drizzle that followed his cock.

Your body pulsated as one, feeling its rhythm lull you relax. Jiraiya made his home down next to you, staring into your face with his most genuine smile.

"My beautiful girl," he whispered to you, his hand trailing down your naked back and over your hip. "We'll go again soon."

As he stared at you, fighting off the sleep forming in your lustful eyes, Jiraiya thought of this as a novel for the ages.

#jiraiya x reader #jiraya x reader #jirayia #naruto #alpha jiraiya #omegaverse #jiraiya fanfic #fanfic #self insert #bakeneko

[cherryeol04]

Taking Control - Pt. 6

❥ Pairings: Y/n x Everyone

❥ Genre: Wolf au, romance, fluff, omega verse

❥ Word Count: 2K

❥ Series: No Control

❥ Previous • Next 

❥ Warning: This is a work of fiction. The members displayed in this story are not meant as an accurate portrayal of the members of Stray Kids. Everything is made up and not real!

“Hello?”

“Oh my god finally!” 

“Jeongin, what’s wrong?” Minho asked, stopping in his tracks. You stopped too, watching him curiously. 

“Hyung, are you and y/n alright? Where are you?”

“We’re fine. We’ll be home soon.” Minho explained. “Is something wrong Innie?”

“Yes and no. We came home and you guys were gone and you didn’t answer when Chan and Jisung called.”

“Aw, I’m sorry baby, but service out here is really shitty.” 

“Yeah, I guess. But Chan freaked out and went looking for you guys. Hyung, two more shifters have been found dead. We thought…we thought…”

“Hey, hey.” Minho whispered into the line, gently shushing the baby alpha. “We’re okay Jeongin. We’re fine. I wouldn’t let anything happen to Y/n.” he said and you raised a brow. You could make out bites and pieces of what was being said, the volume on Minho’s phone being at max volume, but it occasionally became a gargled mess that you couldn’t understand a thing he was saying. “Call Chan and let him know we’re fine and we’re on our way home. We’ll be back by nightfall, okay?”

“Okay hyung. Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“Love you too.” There was a pause and then Minho hung up the phone and looked at you. “Well, they know we left.” he laughed and you rolled your eyes.

“He called because we left?”

“Yeah, you know how Chan gets when we don’t tell him where we’re going.” Minho shrugged as he pocketed his phone and started walking again. “But don’t worry, Jeongin is gonna call off the search party. Just be ready to get an earful when we get home.”

You groaned, not really looking forward to a lecture. But that was your own fault for not leaving some sort of message for the others to let them know where you guys had gone. You only had yourself to blame. 

“Y/n.” Minho called as he reached out and took your hand into his. “Stay close to me.” It wasn’t a question, nor was it a command. It was a simple request and while you wanted to ask why, something told you that it was better to not question it and just do what he wanted. 

The return trip home was shorter than the trip to the village, and true to his word, you made it back just before nightfall. You were surprised to have arms wrapped around you the moment you stepped through the front door, and from Seungmin no less. His citrus scent wrapped around you in a welcoming hug that unfortunately reminded you of how hungry you were when your stomach growled. 

“Seungmin?”

He pulled back quickly, stared directly into your eyes before turning and scurrying back into the living room.You looked at Minho, but he could only shrug, just as dumbfounded as you were. Seungmin and Minho were the two members who had been actively avoiding you and now suddenly it was like you mattered to them. Well, maybe you had always mattered to them, but they were just unsure how to approach since your return? That seemed more feasible and you would rather believe that than any other excuse your brain could come up with if given the chance.

Walking into the living room, you were not surprised to see everyone gathered around a pacing Chan. “Hey guys.” you greeted softly, eyes darting between each member at least twice. Their attention quickly turned to you and there was a sudden tension in the air, especially as Chan stepped closer.

“Don’t ‘hey guys’ us.” he growled out, eyes hard and intense. It scared you, because the only time you had seen him like this was moments before he kicked you out of the pack. It was bringing back painful memories but also put you on edge with the thought that you were going to be kicked out again. You wouldn’t be able to handle it if they did that again. And there would be no coming back. Not this time.

The fear must have been evident on your face. That or he could see how much you were shaking. Whichever the reason, his features softened immediately and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to sound so harsh.” Well that was a good start. He was apologizing and while your mind was telling you to stay on guard, your heart was telling you that there was no way he would get rid of you if he was apologizing. And god you hoped it wouldn’t be proven wrong. “I was just so worried.” he continued and moved closer, one arm grabbing Minho’s hand while the other arm pulled you close to him. “We were so worried.” he breathed out as he pressed his face into your hair. 

You felt another body press against your side, an indigent huff escaping Minho as he was pulled against Chan too. Chan pressed a kiss to your head before turning and pressing a kiss to Minho’s head too and a wave of immense guilt washed over you. You really should have left a note or something. You had never meant to make your alpha so distraught and if he was this upset, you could only imagine how upset the others were. A quick peek over Chan’s shoulders showed that the other 6 members were just as upset, watching the three of you silently. 

Fuck.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, lowering your head to rest against his shoulder. “I should have told you where I was going.” You were the only one to blame for this situation. It had been your plan to go to Bucheon to begin with, Minho was just accompanying you for whatever his reason was. Probably to make sure you stayed out of trouble, which you were thankful for. Because knowing yourself, you probably would have gotten lost somehow and died of starvation or something. A morbid thought, but not something truly out of the realm of possibility. Sure you had been trained as a hunter, but you weren’t that good at it. 

“It’s not her fault.” Minho spoke up as he pulled himself away from Chan’s embrace. You lifted your head, watching him as he stared directly at Chan. “I should have said something before we left.” 

Chan looked between the two of you and you weren’t sure what he was searching for - the truth probably. There really wasn’t a lie in the words you both had spoken. Minho could have easily left a note or texted someone that you guys were leaving, but he hadn’t. But the fact still remains, this had all been your idea, so you should be the one to take full responsibility for it. “I see.” he finally hummed and you cocked your head. “Just don’t let it happen again.” 

And that was that. Chan pulled away and walked over to one of the empty spots on the couch and sat down. His shoulders were still square and tense and you could tell he wasn’t fully over this whole thing. But it appeared he was trying to keep his cool and not get irrationally upset. You really wondered why. Though, after thinking about it, perhaps they all just had anger management problems. A red flag considering how many alphas lived together, but it didn’t deter you too much. After all, he was actively expressing control and coping mechanisms to keep himself calm and wash away the feeling. It was a giant step in the right direction - he was keeping his word.

Looking back at the others, they were still staring at you and instead of seeming more relieved or happy, they still looked worried. You were no rocket scientist, but even you could tell something still wasn’t right. “D-Did something happen?” you asked suddenly. “I mean, while we were gone?” Your gaze moved slowly over each and every one of them, their gazes averting once your eyes locked - the only confirmation you needed to know that something had indeed happened and they were refusing to talk to you about it. You came to Jisung, knees feeling weak as you took in how his eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

Taking a breath, you crossed the room to him and climbed into his lap. “Sungie.” You whispered as you nuzzled against his neck. “What’s wrong?”

Jisung let out such a distressed whine that you swore your heart shattered in your chest. It was so alarming that Minho was by his side in seconds, sitting beside the two of you and pulling you both into his lap. You were sure you were only being included because you were perched on Jisung’s lap. Still, it felt nice to be wrapped up in Minho’s arms while the two of you tried to comfort your distressed mate.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Minho asked gently. 

“I thought you were dead.” Jisung sobbed as he buried his face into Minho’s neck, his arms winding around your waist and hugging you tightly - keeping you pressed against him. “When Chan told m-me,” he struggled through his sobs to speak “, about the dead shifters, I thought they were you!” His wail stunned you, though perhaps his words also had a hand in it. Your eyes lifted to Minho’s and the other looked so wrecked, but there was a knowing gaze in his eyes and that’s when it hit you. 

The phone call from Jeongin. The request for you to stay close to him. He knew. He knew and he hadn’t told you. And despite reassuring Jeongin that you both were alive, it seemed that that information was either not passed on to the rest, or it was, but they just hadn’t believed it at the time. And that was understandable, because a lot could have happened to you and Minho on your way back. And while you had full trust that Minho would protect you, that didn’t mean that either he or yourself wouldn’t be hurt. 

You were once a hunter. You knew what they were taught and how they were taught and you knew once they had a target, they would stop at nothing to make sure they killed that target. And up until becoming a shifter, you had been all for that way of life. You had been ready to shed the blood of the rogue shifters that threatened civilian lives. But now… now you had seen the bloodshed, encountered a dead shifter - who you had no reason to believe had hurt a single soul. It was cruel and terrifying and so real. And despite them trying to keep that information from you, you knew that there was more than just the few dead shifters you had heard about. 

It seemed every few days another one or two would be found dead with no leads on who had done it and why. And though you logically couldn’t figure out a reason as to why these people would be out hunting and killing, in your heart you just knew who was behind the murders. 

“We’re here baby. I’m so sorry for not telling you.” Minho stroked Jisung’s back, peppering kisses over his face and shoulder - any part he could reach while his thick Eucalyptus scent filled the air. “Don’t cry Jisung. Please don’t cry.”

“I hate you!” Jisung whimpered, smacking at Minho’s chest weakly as he pulled back from him. “Don’t do it ever again. Either of you!” He had mustered up as much energy as he could to try and be stern, but he ended up looking more like the kicked puppy he was than the big bad beta he was trying to portray. When he turned his attention to you, you smiled and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Never again. Promise.” He huffed, sniffling lightly as he held you close while leaning back against Minho’s broad chest, basking in the presence of his two mates.

“If this was a romance movie, they would definitely be the star crossed lovers.” Hyunjin whispered softly and you were sure he hadn’t meant to be heard, but that was kind of hard not to be when everyone in the room had enhanced hearing. 

“We’re soulmates. Getting right.” Minho snorted, sticking his tongue out at Hyunjin and you giggled as Hyunjin yelped and tried to hide behind Felix, to no avail, the others laughing at his antics. And just like that, the heavy and sad atmosphere lifted - replaced with laughter and love.

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[sea-owl]

Been having polleen omegaverse thoughts again.

So let's say the family is enjoying the off-season in Aubrey Hall, and the newly presented omega Penelope has joined them.

Colleen goes into rut sometime they are out there, and she has been hidden away in one of the rooms that is reserved for heats and ruts. There, she can spend a week taking care of her rut and then rejoin the pack once it breaks. Only after a week her rut isn't breaking, and with each passing day, Colleen grows more agitated and desperately wants a release. She has no idea why this rut refuses to break.

Violet is getting worried that her daughter is still in rut. Anthony has called on a doctor who says that it's odd that Colleen's body is doing this.

"Normally, I only see this when an alpha is trying to attract their mate or they've been away from their mate too long. Has Ms. Bridgerton found her mate yet?" The doctor asks.

"No, the only ones here are pack."

For a rut or heat, members of the pack would bring their pack mate food and drink as that was the safest way.

So Penelope was a little confused as to why Eloise was asking her to bring Colleen her food when it was Eloise's turn to do so.

"Colleen's smell worsens when she's in rut," Eloise said with her nose wrinkled. "The stench is truly awful."

That surprised Penelope. She actually quite liked Colleen's ocean and citrus scent. But she supposed an alphas scent could be off during an intense time. Her family was all betas and omegas, so she really didn't have anything to compare it to.

"And Benedict promised me to go to the village today," Eloise added on.

Penelope bit her lip. "But I'm not a pack member, couldn't that upset Colleen?"

Eloise waved her hand. "Everyone here considers you pack Pen. It will be fine. All you have to do is go in, set the food down, and walk out. Plus, if you do it, I'll get you that new book you've been wanting."

Damn, Eloise knew her too well. She knew Penelope has been eyeing that book for a while now. "The book and candies."

Eloise dropped the key to Colleen's room in Penelope's hand. "Deal."

"Oh and remember to lock the door behind you when you go inside. We don't need Colleen escaping!"

Thankfully, Colleen was asleep when Penelope snuck into the room. Keeping her footsteps light as possible, Penelope made her way over to the bedside table.

The omega began to wonder if Colleen's rut was finally starting to break. It didn't smell as bad, as Eloise had described. It was intense, and the smell of ocean and citrus engulfed you as you entered the room, but Penelope found herself enjoying it. If she could, she would have the smell made into perfume. Though it was rather warm in here.

"Omega . . .Pen."

A hand latched itself onto Penelope's wrist, dragging the omega onto the bed. The key she held clattered to the floor.

Penelope squeaked as she came face to face with a half-naked Colleen Bridgerton. Colleen's long chestnut hair fell freely, her skin flushed, and her green eyes were half closed. One hand still held Penelope's wrist while the other pulled Penelope onto Colleen's blanket covered lap. The hand that held Penelope's wrist brought it up to Colleen's face where she began to scent the omega.

"You smell so good, Pen," Colleen moaned out. "Like a dream. Smell so good I could eat you."

Penelope's face burns a brighter red with each passing word. She could feel her body becoming hotter as well. She always thought the female alpha to be beautiful and maybe she has been a little in love with her ever since they met. "C-C-Co-"

Colleen pulled Penelope closer, burying her face into Penelope's neck. "That's Colleen, my omega."

Penelope could feel her omega purr, slick starting to coat her thighs. Oh, that was not good.

Colleen must've smelt it as well because she took a deep breath before letting out another moan. "Pen, please help me. Stay. My alpha needs you, I need you."

The alpha pulled back, her green eyes stating into Penelope's brown ones. Penelope could feel Colleen tracing her fastenings.

Penelope shook her head. "Colleen you're in rut. You-"

Colleen cut Penelope off with a loud whine. "My head is clearer with you here. Please, Pen, stay."

Penelope knew she should leave, but if it helped Colleen break her rut, shouldn't she do what she could to help?

Colleen bent forward to kiss Penelope. "Stay."

Penelope nodded. "I'll stay."

Colleen let out a happy cheer. Quick to undo the dress fastenings Colleen laid Penelope underneath her. Colleen taking her new favorite spot in between Penelope's legs.

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[hunnythebee]

Author Promo Tag Chain!!

Rule: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to Ao3. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics. Tag credit: @dangraccoon, @mandos-mind-trick (I got two tags 🥹)

Stow Away Din Djarin x OFC

She had been on this maker-forsaken planet for far too long. Her previous, let’s call them “partner”, had brought her here for a job… that was nearly a year ago. They abandoned her, left her here with a blaster and 50 credits to her name. Luckily, she was resourceful and cunning. She made her credits last long enough to find short-term work in a local ship scrapyard. That’s how she met Peli. Peli came by and saw her about to tear open an antique N-1 Starfighter, just about ripped her a new one over it and offered to buy it off her. She didn’t refuse, in fact she admired her for taking on the project. They became fast friends. Peli let her stay at her ship dock while she looked for proper lodgings, but they grew on each other. Her whole world was shifted when an opportunity presented itself. A man and a child landed in Peli’s hangar. It was a Mandalorian, sporting the shiniest beskar armor she had ever seen, and the kid was a species she did not recognize. The child was small, nearly infant sized, and green with large pointed ears.

Touches Wrecker x Reader

Being on Pabu was like living in a dream. Even after the devastation left in the wake of the tidal wave, it was pure serenity after being on the run for so long. When Hunter had announced that we were staying, even if for a short time, I felt a weight fall from my shoulders. The next day we all started to help with cleaning up around the village. Hunter was working with the Mayor to find people places to shelter while rebuilding. Tech and Phee were helping to assess what materials would be needed to rebuild. Omega was somewhere on the island with Shep’s daughter, which made me feel so happy that she had a friend her own age. As for me, I was on clean up with my favorite person and best friend. Wrecker. He could make any situation fun. In this case, we were competing for largest pile of seaweed. The houses were covered in it, and filling cart after cart had gone from tedious to exhilarating. Announcing over the comms what number we each were at every hour, kept us going all the way till sunset. After the day was done, we were invited to utilize the bathhouses that were located in upper Pabu. Actually it was more like we were begged to use the bathhouses because in truth we stank so bad after handling seaweed and sweating all day.

Trapped Hunter x Reader

The tunnel was so dark I couldn’t see too far past the lamp that I was holding up in front of me. It was cold and damp, and I could hear the faint rumbling of the storm above. Hunter was slightly ahead of me, holding his lamp in his left hand and running his right along the tunnel wall. He was understandably on edge, given the cave-in that had just separated us from the others. Tech had reassured us that there were multiple entrances to this particular tunnel system before we lost contact via comms. This knowledge, coupled with Hunter's keen senses, put my mind at ease.

Questions & Answers Crosshair x Reader

It had been an exhausting mission. The boys came back to me more beaten than usual. Wrecker collapsed the minute he got to one of the med-bay beds, followed closely by Hunter. Tech and Echo had some scrapes from debris but nothing major. Crosshair however, was untouched. A perk of being in the sniper’s position. I tended to those who were afflicted, moving methodically from bedside to bedside. The whole time I worked I could feel Cross’ eyes on me, following my every movement. I did my best to ignore him, but his stare was causing butterflies in my stomach and making my hands shake. I had been harboring a crush for him for the longest time, and him watching me like this wasn’t helping. I finished with Tech’s bandages and discharged him and Echo. I explained that Hunter and Wrecker were fine, aside from some cuts and bruises. The pair were just exhausted. Once they woke up they were free to leave as well. Finally I allowed myself to focus my attention on the brooding white haired man in the corner of the room who, despite his lack of injury, was still here.

Vulnerable Hunter x Reader

Ever since landing in Pabu I’ve had conflicting thoughts and feelings. On one hand, Pabu was paradise. Everyone else seemed so at ease and peaceful. It was small and tranquil with limited resources, definitely not the kind of place the Empire would care about. But then why… Why was I shaking so much? Why was my adrenaline pumping as though I needed to be ready for an attack? It made no sense. Even Hunter looked relaxed. I had excused myself from dinner, needing a quiet moment to collect myself. But that quiet moment had deviated from its intended purpose. Now I was sitting on the floor of the Maurauder, knees tucked to my chest, whilst shaking violently. Tears threatened my eyes but never fell, instead just stinging them as my heart rate rose violently and my chest heaved. I clutched at my sides, feeling as though if I didn’t that I would rip in half. My heart was hammering so loudly in my ears that I didn’t hear the hatch open or hear him come in, but there he was. Knelt in front of me was Hunter, care and concern flooded his beautiful golden eyes as he examined mine.

Jealousy Tech x Reader

I had been cordial, friendly even with Phee. She was decent… for a pirate. Not that we had been much better in recent times, so who was I to judge? But what had me sucking at my teeth while I glared from my seat behind Tech was the way she was touching him . So familiar. And this nickname she had for him always made my stomach twist. ‘ Brown eyes.’ How creative of her. I shouldn’t be so mad at her. She was going to help us afterall. Stars I just… I can’t figure out why she rubs the wrong way so hard. I was silent as the dead the whole trip to wherever she was taking us. I hadn’t realized I was clenching my jaw until it unclenched. My whole mouth fell slack at the sight of this small island civilization. Beautiful blue waters surrounded a mountain dotted with small white huts. It looked so peaceful, so serene. Tech landed the Maurauder at the peak of the mountain, where there stood a tall tree and an even taller temple-like structure. As I stepped out of the ship the warm sun hit my skin and I sighed in relief. My seething anger melted away from me almost instantly.

Forgiveness Crosshair & Howzer

Crosshair woke up back on Tantiss, but he wasn’t in his room. Instead he was in one of the cells in the detention sector of the base. He sat up on the hard bed and hissed at the pounding sensation in his skull.  “Was wondering when you’d wake up,” came a voice from the opposite side. Crosshair pressed a palm to his temple and turned towards the voice. His vision was still blurry from sleep but he knew it was definitely another clone sitting across from him.

Bare Hands Din Djarin x Reader

You were staring at him, and tonight you didn’t look away when he noticed. You held your gaze for as long as you were able, studying every feature. You were mesmerized. He wasn’t in his usual attire. He had purchased formal attire, seeing as they would not let you in otherwise. He wore a yellow deep v-neck tunic and an overcoat of brocade embroidered with a golden floral pattern. His Mythosaur pendant lay prominently on his tan skin. He wore no gloves, just a few golden rings. The ensemble that had been designed for you was in complete contrast. You wore a deep blue backless silk dress with a choker halter neckline and silver chains dangling around your shoulders. The fabric shown like stars in the sky.

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[dangraccoon]

Hell's Comin' With Me

Request for @error6gendernotfound

The Bad Batch (post-order 66) & You

“I'm thinking bad batch angst and eventual fluff (bc I have fragile feelings) with 12 and 28 from the prompt list. One of the batch finds something out about the reader (sickness, past coming back to bite them in the ass, idk) and tries to get them to tell the rest of the batch. Tysm!! I love your writing!”

12. “Just…just don’t upset them. Not now.” 28. “Do they know?” “I don’t know how to tell them.”

Summary: It took years to push your past behind you, but when a new mission leads the Bad Batch back to your old stomping grounds, you're forced to confront your past.

Warnings: past abuse, violence, TW: religious trauma/abuse, TW: poor living conditions, revenge, canon-typical explosions, non-canon-typical murder (I believe I got the worst of it, but please, please, let me know if there's something you feel I should add!!!)

Author's Note: @error6gendernotfound, Garden, darling, thank you so so so much for requesting this! It was an incredible journey to write and I'm so glad that this was my first request! I also want to thank all of you for your continued support; it really means the world to me 💛

It had been a long time since I left “home”. The little outer rim moon I was born on was dry, dusty, and dilapidated. It took 18 standard years to get off that damn rock, and I didn’t exactly leave on good terms with the people of my settlement. 

But that didn’t matter; I was off on adventures with a ragtag crew of rogue clones that had taken me in. We all had the same goals: stay away from the empire, and eventually disappear. That was all fine and dandy, until Cid gave us a new mission. 

“You’re goin’ to Vel,” she rasped. “There’s a little village called Tirra where you’ll touch down. Pick up the goods and bring them back here.”

“V-vel?” I stammered, doing everything I could not to look as frazzled as I felt. 

“It is a moon in the outer rim; part of the Regasta system,” Tech informed, barely looking up from his data pad. “It is not the most…advanced society.”

“That’s nice, Goggles, now shut it,” Cid scowled at him. 

The rest of the briefing flew by, and I barely caught anything. We were going to Vel. And worse, we were going to Tirra. 

It had been years since I’d left, and I wanted - no, I needed to keep it that way. I just couldn’t go back. 

“Oh, I forgot,” I mumbled as the Batch and I began making our way to the Marauder. “I have another mission to take care of.” 

The squad stopped in the tracks to look at me. 

“Another mission?” Omega asked, quirking up an eyebrow. I hated that I was lying, especially to her. 

“You didn’t tell us you were taking solos from Cid again,” Echo questioned, obvious concern crossing his face. Kriff, I should’ve known they’d remember that part of my history. 

“Th-that’s because it isn’t for Cid,” I blurted out. Idiot, I thought to myself. 

Hunter stepped toward me now. “You’re going behind Cid’s back?” His voice was full of the skepticism that was shown on his face. “You’re not one to make stupid decisions like that.”

“Tough times,” I said through gritted teeth. 

“Must be,” he replied, stepping away from me, but squinting his eyes a little, the way he usually did while using his other senses. 

He could hear my heart hammering against my ribcage, I know he could. 

“Yours have a deadline?” Hunter asked after what felt like a lifetime. 

“Well, no, but I need to-”

“You need to assist this squad, like you said you would.”

I glanced around at the others, hoping for some hint of support. Most weren’t looking at me, save for Omega, who was showing her usual curious look, only now it was mixed with something unfamiliar. Her family was uncomfortable, and she was certainly picking up on it. 

I could feel the anger rising in my chest, first at the way Hunter was ordering me around, rather than just talking to me, but then it was mainly as a defense mechanism; I was scared but I couldn’t- no, I wouldn’t show that. Not to them. 

“Fine,” I spat, hating the feel of venom on my tongue as I brushed past all of them to board the ship. 

The entire journey through hyperspace would take nearly a week, and about four days in, I had hardly said a word to anyone that wasn’t Omega. I couldn’t deny her my attention; she was simply too sweet. 

“Why don’t you want to go to Vel?” she asked one day, having just entered the gunner's-nest-turned-bedroom, that she liked to let me sit in when I needed to be away from her brothers. 

I didn’t know what to say aside from the truth. Omega was fairly mature for her age, but she was naive and innocent and still a child. I couldn’t lie to her.

“Because I was born there. I was born in Tirra, on Vel.” The words felt like gravel pouring out of my mouth, rough, jagged, difficult, but once they were out, once that fact was fully revealed, I did feel lighter. 

“What?” Omega nearly shouted, causing me to wince. “That’s amazing! You’ll be able to show us around, and we can meet your family and see where you grew up!”

I shuddered at the thought, and Omega, observant to a fault, noticed. 

“Aren’t you excited to go home?” she wondered, the excited smile beginning to fade from her face. 

“I…wouldn’t exactly call it ‘home’,” I started, feeling, but not becoming fully aware of the way my fist clenched, pressing my fingernails into the meat of my palms. 

Omega didn’t respond, just scooted closer to my side. 

I took a deep breath. I’d gotten this far, I might as well tell her the rest. 

“I didn’t have the best childhood,” I explained. “My parents died not too long after I was born, so I was sent to an orphanage - um, that’s a place where they take care of all the kids who don’t have any family anymore.

“It was bad; everything was dirty, the beds, the rooms, the clothes, us. And the food was worse than ration bars, when there was any. The grown-ups in charge claimed to be righteous, holy people, but they didn’t care about us. Some kind-hearted people would give money to try and help us, but it would just go right into his pockets.

“When I was a few years older than you are now, he noticed me. He’d hold me up as this example of a disgusting sinner even though I never did anything wrong. He had this…this power over people, and even though I was just a kid, they believed him.

“18 long years of being beaten and spat upon by the people of that town. I had enough. I told that man that I was leaving and he had the town stone me and he banished me from ever returning. I went to Indus, the capital of the whole moon, because finally I was old enough to book passage off-world for myself.”

Omega was quiet for a long time after my shaky words had tapered off. Silent tears were rolling down both of our faces, something I worried Hunter could sense. 

“Do they know?” she asked, the sorrow evident in her voice. She was such an empathetic child and the weight of the guilt I felt for unloading on her like I had? It was suffocating. 

“No, Omega,” I answered. “I don’t know how to tell them.”

“But they can help,” she scowled at the floor, her belief in her brothers shining through. “They can protect you.”

I took another breath. “I know you trust your brothers, and I trust them too, but I don’t think they trust me. I don’t think they even really like me.” I left out the part of how they probably only tolerated me because of my skill set and Omega’s affection for me.

“They do like you!” Omega protested, having no intention of allowing the idea that her friend and her family weren’t friends as well. 

“Omega-”

“I’m sure they trust you. You should trust them.”

Omega left me on my own, climbing down the ladder. 

“I wish I could,” I whispered to the streaking lights of hyperspace racing past in the window. 

Day six was finally coming to an end. I needed to get off of this ship, even if that meant stepping foot in Tirra again. 

The moments before I’d left for Indus were replaying constantly in my mind. The way the townsfolk had cornered me, hurtling rocks, bricks, insults. What I’d told them, my rage taking over my brain in the moment. 

I shook my head. None of that mattered right now. There was a mission to complete. 

“Entering the atmosphere,” Tech called from the cockpit. 

I could feel my nerves rising again, and I clenched my fists, forcing myself to breathe calmly. 

We touched down without incident, kicking up a few swirls of dust. Some of the townspeople walking around looked towards us, but ultimately decided to mind their own business. 

As we all stepped off the ship, taking in our surroundings, Omega appeared beside me, pulling at my sleeve so I’d bend down towards her. 

“Did you tell them?” she whispered as softly as she could, side eyeing Hunter. 

I shook my head. Hunter was watching us, suspicion across his face. 

Omega scowled at me a little, which despite causing a bubble of guilt to rise into my chest, did little to make me want to talk to her brothers. 

“You should tell them,” she said, walking away from me to go ask Tech questions about the moon. 

“Tell us what?” Echo asked, suddenly right behind me. 

“It’s nothing,” I muttered. I started to walk away, but he grabbed my arm. 

The look on his face was heartbreaking; he was so worried about me. “Taking jobs from someone other than Cid? Keeping secrets? It’s not like you.”

Part of me felt touched. He was right, the lies I’d been telling weren’t like me. I preferred to be somewhat of an open book to those around me, especially those I trusted, like the Bad Batch. 

“I know, and I want to tell you, it’s just…really hard,” I breathed, the tiniest bit of relief dripping into my brain. At least that wasn’t another lie. 

Echo didn’t reply, but his expression of worry didn’t disappear either. 

We set out to the rendezvous point where we’d meet with Cid’s contact, walking the edge of the town. 

Wait, the edge of town?

“We have to stop,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Four helmeted heads turned back towards me. I could see the confusion on Omega’s face, but I could practically feel it on the rest of them. 

“This is the fastest route to the rendezvous,” Tech explained, lifting his data pad to my view. 

“I know, but if we go this way then we’ll-”

I clamped my mouth shut. Damnit.

“‘We’ll’ what?” Hunter pressed. I could tell he was fed up with my antics. 

I could feel myself shaking and my heart hammering in my chest. I opened my mouth, hoping that more explanation would come tumbling out, but nothing did. 

Omega stepped towards me, taking my hand in hers. She beamed up at me, her smile supportive as she nodded. 

I took a long, deep, shaking breath in and out. “If we go this way, we’ll have to pass the preacher’s house. If he’s there, and he sees us, he will start trouble. That’s not trouble you want. If we double back and take the main road, the townsfolk will alert him to our presence if they didn’t already when we landed. We need to go up into the woods along the northern side of town. The woods are thick, but easy to navigate. It’ll take a little extra time, so we’ll have to pick up the pace.”

There were four sets of eyes on me, and even though I could only see Tech’s, I knew they all reflected the same thing; full confusion. 

They looked between me, Omega - who was smiling kindly at me, hand still in mine - and each other. 

Omega, with a slightly irritated tone I’d rarely heard from her, tugged at my hand. “We have to go quickly, right?”

I nodded.

“Lead the way,” she smiled again. A took a deep breath, eyes scanning her brothers’ helmets again, before putting on what I hoped was a determined expression, and turning to lead the group on the alternative route. 

Omega eventually let go of my hand as we walked, giving it a supportive squeeze before she did. 

As I’d told them, the woods were thick, but I knew them well. 

“You going to tell us how you know so much about this place?” Hunter asked slightly behind me.

“That is simple; this is where they were raised as a child,” Tech called from the back of the group. I froze in my tracks, the rest of the group stopping behind me.

“This is your home?” Wrecker asked, lifting his helmet to look at me. My mouth formed a tight line as I fought the tears threatening to pour down my cheeks.

“This is where they were born,” Tech corrected. “However, given the lengths they have gone to trying to avoid this very conversation, I would say their memories of living here are rather unpleasant.”

Echo stepped towards me, lifting his helmet from his head. “Is that true?” 

He placed a gentle touch on my shoulder and I was done for. A few tears slipped down my cheeks and Echo’s expression softened. 

No. No, we had a mission. I couldn’t do this right now.

I pulled away from Echo, turning my face.

“We’ll be late if we don’t get going,” I explained, beginning to continue our trek, walking briskly.

The rest of the mission blurred by without incident. Wrecker heaved the cargo container up from the ground, and Tech turned to me. “Shall we return the way we came?” 

I nodded, unable to really say anything. My nerves were still keyed up, and I had a terrible feeling in my gut. My fists clenched into tight balls as we began our walk back to the ship.

The walk back was uneventful, Tech occasionally looking over his shoulder at me to confirm that we were still on the right path.

“Stop,” Hunter ordered as the town started to come into view.

He pulled a pair of binocs out, looking over the town square we’d have to pass through.

He grunted, passing the binocs to Tech and Echo. 

“It’s a trap,” Echo concluded.

“Someone’s not happy we’re here,” Hunter agreed.

“Perhaps it is the religious figure you mentioned before,” Tech added, turning to look at me. The rest of the group’s eyes fell on me as well.

“I don’t know your history with this place, or with this preacher, but you need to tell us what we’re walking into,” Hunter said, his voice quiet. There was less bite in it than there had been before.

“He- He’s powerful. He’s got some kind of dark magic.”

“Like the Sith the Jedi would mention during the war?” Echo asked.

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. He’s never had one of those weapons they all have.”

“What’s his problem with ya anyhow? We like ya just fine,” Wrecker told me, warming my heart a little.

I never knew the answer to his question of course, not when I was kid. I could feel myself falling into my memory of that last day.

“You pathetic child,” the preacher spat. “The weight of your sins will follow you all your days, but you are no longer welcome on Vel. Leave Tirra once its people are done with you, and never return.”

That’s when the rocks began flying. Most of them missed me, or only grazed me, at least at first. But then a chunk of brick caught me straight in the gut. I tried to back away, but the alleyway they’d cornered me in had no alternative exit. I was trapped. Insults were hurled in my direction, hitting almost as hard as the rocks and trash that bruised and bloodied my skin.

I had fallen into a heap on the ground, barely able to keep myself conscious, let alone protected.

As I lay there, the people began to grow bored, only the preacher’s inner-circle lackeys remained.

I gathered my strength as they laughed, pulling myself to my knees, wiping the dirt, blood, and tears from my face. 

“You’re going straight to Hell,” said the preacher, rejoining his henchmen.

“I’ll be back,” I warned, my voice shaky. “I’ll come back one day, you’ll never see me coming. You’re gonna regret this, cause I promise you, when I come back, Hell’s coming with me.”

My attention snapped to the present as Echo called my name, his hand and scomp on my shoulders.

A firefight with the locals had broken out, and it wasn’t going well. Wrecker was hit and knocked out on the ground with Omega kneeling over him. Hunter and Tech were behind the cover of the trees, peeking out to fire back on the townsfolk. And Echo was in front of me, holding my shoulders tightly, gently shaking me back to reality.

“You need to get your head back right,” he instructed me, his words coming out more worried than upset. “You almost walked into the line of fire.”

“I- I didn’t- I wasn’t-” I stuttered.

“I know, but we need you,” Echo insisted.

I took a steading breath, wiping away the tears I hadn’t realized were flowing. “Right, right.”

“We need a diversion,” Tech called. 

“We need Wrecker to get back up,” Omega responded.

“Stop firing and stay out of sight,” I ordered over the comms. “Don’t make a sound.”

They hesitated, but ultimately did as I told them. After a few moments, the enemy blasterfire slowed, and then stopped altogether. Wrecker was slowly coming back to consciousness, much to all of our relief.

“Wreck,” I whispered. “I need you to do what you do best; we’re going to need a big boom.”

His face split into the grin of a menace and he nodded, clearly fighting the urge to shout his excitement.

“They’ll be coming up to look for our bodies any minute now; the rest of you need to sneak back to the Marauder. Split up and loop around, Wrecker will meet you there once he’s done helping me.”

“What about you?” Omega worried. 

“I’m the diversion. The townspeople might not have recognized me when we landed, but I know he will.”

“Are you sure?” Hunter asked, and despite his mask I could feel his eyes staring into mine.

“Yes. It’s going to work,” I assured him. Hunter nodded at me, and then again at the rest of the squad. I watched them disperse, as Wrecker began rigging together what he had in his kit.

The end result was a tangle of wires and explosives. “Good work, Wrecker,” I nodded to him. “Set this on the east side of the town - there should hardly be anyone there - I’ll tell you when to set it off. Now get back to the others, tell Tech to get the ship running as soon as I get into the square.”

Wrecker nodded, dashing off into the trees. I unholstered my blaster as I heard a few townies begin to make their way into the thick forest. I spared a glance around the tree I was using for cover. Just two men were stalking up towards me. 

I quickly fired off two shots, hitting each of them square in the center of their chests.

With the coast clear, I moved down the hill towards the town, pausing behind a tree just at the edge. I could hear another man - one of the preacher’s lackeys - shouting after the two who were now laying dead in the middle of the woods. 

I could see him. He was still dressed in her overly-ornate robes. He’d gained weight since I last saw him; unsurprising given how skinny the orphans likely were.

I knew I should have waited just a moment longer, but my anger, my hatred of this man was overpowering, and I ran into the middle of the square.

“They said to start the ship now,” I heard Wrecker breathlessly instruct Tech.

“Well, well, well,” the preacher said, stepping towards me. He dropped my name into the dirt beneath his feet. “I believe I told you all those years ago that you’d overstayed your welcome in this town.”

I said nothing, my jaw clenching and my grip tightening around my blaster. 

“Still a disgusting delinquent I see,” he mused, looking me over. “I’m certain you still haven’t cleansed yourself of your wickedness.”

I began slowly walking sideways towards the large tree that grew in the center of the square, the townspeople watching in repulsion.

“If you think you’re going to make it out of here alive, you’re an even bigger fool than I thought.”

I lowered my blaster, bringing one hand up to my comm device, “Now, Wrecker!” I shouted, and perfectly on cue, a giant ball of flame burst from behind me, smoke, ash, and debris flooding the streets and square. I used the distraction to climb as high as I could into that big old tree.

I felt myself losing my tight grip on my control, and suddenly it was like I was watching my actions from outside of myself.

I attached the grappling extension to my blaster, and held it up, aiming it at that damned preacher. I fired and it hit, plunging half way into his chest. I used the branches of the tree to steady myself as my grappler began to reel itself in. I wrapped the end of my extension to a sturdy branch, ensuring that the corrupt, evil man would hang before the town.

I jumped down from the tree, surveying the town. The people were at their knees, screaming, crying, begging for mercy.

“I promised I’d bring Hell with me,” I snarled. “But I’ll show you the mercy you never gave me.”

I walked towards the Marauder, not followed, simply watched. I could feel my fingernails digging into my palms but I didn’t move them, longing to feel anything but the rage that was coursing through my veins.

From the moment I boarded the ship until the jump into hyperdrive, it was deathly silent. No one uttered a single word, not even Wrecker and Omega were boasting about the successful mission.

I tucked myself away into a corner in the cargo bay. I felt hot tears streaming down my face, cutting through the dust and grime that coated my face, but I did nothing to stop them now. I let my mind wander away a little, only coming back to myself as I heard talking nearby.

“Omega, where are they?” Hunter asked, seemingly again, his voice filled with paternal scolding. 

“I don’t think they want to talk to anyone right now,” Omega replied, her voice firm. 

“We just want to help,” Echo pleaded, his voice a little louder so he knew I could hear him.

“Fine,” Omega relented. “Just…just don’t upset them. Not now.”

I expected Hunter and Echo to come across me now, but was surprised to see the whole Batch before me, waiting patiently.

“Are you okay?” Wrecker asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it before. He had his little tooka doll in hand, and was offering her to me.

I accepted Lula, pulling her tight against my body.

“A lot happened back there,” Echo started.

Tech continued “We will fully understand if our presence here makes you uncomfortable.”

“We’ll leave if you tell us to,” Hunter added. “But you’re part of this squad.”

“This family,” Omega corrected, scooting close to you.

“We’re here for you, if you want to talk about it,” Wrecker finished.

They all looked at me, somewhat expectantly, Omega, placing her hand on my arm.

A fresh flood began to pour from my eyes as I gasped and panted. “I-I’m so-sorry,” I managed between sobs.

Before I knew it, Wrecker scooped me up into a tight hug, Omega joining it as well, standing on a crate to reach around my shoulder. I felt her send looks towards her other brothers, who relented, coming into the group hug as well.

The warmth and pure familial love that surrounded me now was overwhelming in the best possible way. Eventually it had to come to an end, but for now, all I could do was let myself be swept up in the fraternal display of outright affection.“You do still have a family,” Omega whispered. “We’ll always be your family.”

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Reunited, at least for a while

Summary: "Leaving the center of the city behind him, he encouraged his steed to go at full gallop, at least for the short distance toward his home. He expected to see Lysandra in the garden with Calliope, perhaps the chaos of their arrival warned his wife of his incoming return. It was late in the afternoon, but surely his baby girl was still outside playing and enjoying the last rays of sun of the day before dinner.

Instead, nor Lysandra nor Calliope were anywhere to be seen."

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Ares is nowhere to be seen for now (shooooooo!), so here's some fluff (and a bit of angst of course) with Kratos and his first beloved family. I may add some fanart later, who knows!

Words count: 5.3k+

Pairing: Kratos x Lysandra

A/N: So - uhm- here we go again! It took me ages to finish it since I kept adding and rewriting stuff, not to speak about researches. Honestly? As much as I enjoyed GoW2018 (still waiting for Ragnarok on PC), I really think that Lysandra and Calliope deserve more love. Like, A LOT (that's why I'm quite glad I found artists like @bittybonbon and @the-shy-artisan, at least I've someone who can understand me lmao). They deserved to be happy. So here I am, writing stuff (hopefully decent one!) and drawing a lot about them (even if I'm slow like a sloth :°D) =w= I apologize for any mistake, English isn't my first language ;-;

Note: I know that during the games we mostly hear Calliope call Kratos "Father", but in the first game, in the final illusion, she calls him "Daddy" (even "papa" in the second novel). And giving her age in this piece, I prefer to stick with it.

A side note about Kratos: while we mostly know him as a cold man that actually let himself go in Ragnarok, we should remember a bit of details from the comics and Ascension too: beside the fact that he challenged the Gods to save his daughter, in the comics he touches Lysandra quite often - especially holding. What about Ascension? Beside the (in)famous illusion, we can see that he held his wife's hand when he collapsed after killing her and Calliope. The man loved physical contact with his beloved ones, prove me wrong.

Read it on AO3! - I'd love to know what you think about it :3

Another battle.

Another conquest.

Another victory.

Leading back his army toward Sparta, Kratos felt good.

That one had been a good raid. No losses, no one of his men injured. Their target surely hadn’t been a great village but the resources it had could have been useful for Sparta. Still, the lord of that pathetic town pleaded to be spared, they’d have accepted Sparta’s supremacy over them. Slavery in Spartans kitchens would have been way better than death by his soldiers’s hands - but if there was something that Kratos hated, it was cowardice. That old fool was dead even before finishing his pathetic pleas. That day, heads fell like leaves in that warm autumn.

Behind him, his soldiers rode exchanging brief chatters – some remembering particular victims, sadistically laughing at their fear shortly before their deaths, some others were way more eager to come back to their women.

Kratos tightened the grip on the sack he held in his fist, treasures and gems hidden in it. He wasn’t really interested in the spoils he took from the defeated’s treasure-houses, and he well knew that Lysandra had no lust for them either. She always told him she didn’t care for gems and jewels – she just wanted him to come back home to her. He would have left them in the hands of his superiors.

And yet… he found a ring. A ring with a blue stone – was that Azurite? Funny, since they considered it related to Athena - mounted into a silvery omega symbol. Lysandra often wore blue dresses, and that hue was nice on her pale skin and dark hair. When he saw her for the first time she was dancing in the middle of the Geronos, her body hidden by blue veils, and he thought she was somehow embraced by the waves of the sea. He was a warrior, but he could recognize ethereal elegance when it danced so clearly in front of his eyes.

Not to mention that they thought clear blue had the power to keep evil away. He wouldn’t have let anything in the whole world hurt his family, he was sure of it. But, well… the stone wouldn’t have done any harm. And the symbol was so related to who he was – war itself, death for his enemies. That ring was a perfect representation of their union – he deeply loved his wife, there was no doubt about that – and he held her close to his heart just like that silvery omega held the stone mounted. It was the only jewel he actually chose to keep, and it was safe in a pouch tied to his belt.

He wouldn’t have said it loud, but he was eager to see his family again. Maybe that fool Ajax would have had to wait to have his wife in his arms sooner that the day after (or maybe he wasn’t so willing to share her again like before?), but Kratos knew that his Lysandra was waiting for him, and him only. He internally smirked, already tasting her lips moulding against his own and the warmth of her body in his arms.

And of course, he wanted to see his little Calliope. She was growing so fast into an almost-carbon copy of her mother - she had Lysandra's sweetness and soft dark curls on her head. But her eyes – oh, her eyes are golden like his ones. So similar to the pure amber made from the Heliades’ tears.

When he left for that campaign she was still learning how to properly run, still a bit uncertain on her chubby short legs despite being barely two years old. She was a little bursting ball of energy, there was apparently nothing that could stop her from exploring and gaining little bits of independency, day by day – it was something that really made him proud of his daughter. And even if he was sorry to miss all of her earlier steps in life, he had duties as a Captain of Sparta’s army, may them be the daily trainings in the fields, or the campaigns that lasted months. He had had to wait until she was asleep to depart for that raid, because the poor thing had started crying her eyes out clinging to his leg at his first attempt to leave.

They were nearby the settlements little far from Sparta. He squeezed the horse’s sides between his legs and clicked his tongue, making it sprint at full speed and lifting clouds of dust. His soldiers quickly followed him, roars in the air that in the city were welcomed like fine music. In the distance, Kratos could see the crowd gathering to welcome back the victorious army. He could hear them praise him and his companions and send praises the deities who were watching over them, granting the valorous soldiers another victory. Instructors pointed at them to the younger boys, showing them how they should have become in the future – strong, fearless, ready to do anything to bring glory to their city.

He pulled the reins to make the horse slow down into a gentle trot, before stopping in front of the king who was waiting for them with the royal guard. Dismounting from his horse, he put down the sack and knelt in front of the king, offering him the spoils of the raid.

«You never fail to show the worth of your troops, Kratos.» The older man said, looking with proud at the captain and his soldiers behind him «Our city is grateful for the honour you brought us once again. May you all go to rest now, as tomorrow will bring us all another day to prove our worth.»

More praises were shouted from the crowd, and that felt good. And he was eager to conquer even more, to show that he and his companions could have bought even more glory to their city. As he mounted again on his horse, Kratos could see the women impatiently waiting for their husbands to rejoin them in the warmth of their homes. He dismissed his soldiers, whom didn’t waste a second to search for the respective wives. With a slight flick of his head he took leave to the king and gently nudged his horse with the heel of a foot to start his depart.

He totally ignored the whores who kept calling and inviting him in the brothel, unlike some of his men who didn’t have anyone that was waiting for them at home. The days when he took countless women to his bed were long gone and he was perfectly fine with it.

Leaving the center of the city behind him, he encouraged his steed to go at full gallop, at least for the short distance toward his home. He expected to see Lysandra in the garden with Calliope, perhaps the chaos of their arrival warned his wife of his incoming return. It was late in the afternoon, but surely his baby girl was still outside playing and enjoying the last rays of sun of the day before dinner.

Instead, nor Lysandra nor Calliope were anywhere to be seen. The door was closed just like the curtains on the windows. For a moment he thought he maybe missed them in the crowd, or maybe they didn’t come across on the road. But he could see smoke coming up from the chimney, he was sure they were both in there. Yanking the reins, he quickly dismounted and tied the horse to a big ring on the garden wall, rushing toward the door. Still no noises from inside, nor voices.

He hesitated for a moment, before gently pushing it open. The light inside was quite dim, with just the fireplace lit. Kratos was about to call for his wife, when he saw her silently padding out of Calliope’s bedroom, careful to quietly close the door. He had yet to see her face, but the posture itself suggested how exhausted she was – hopefully, only due to Calliope’s vivacity. But even the hair she normally kept down her back was tied in a messy bun, and he knew how much she liked to take care of her hair. She gasped when she noticed his hulking figure in the middle of the room, and froze for a moment. He didn’t get the chance to say anything before she walked to him, gently cupping his face in her hands.

«You are finally back, my love.» She murmured, rubbing her thumbs on his cheeks and searching for his amber eyes «Are you all right? You are not injured, are you?»

«I am fine, Lysandra.» He said, softly taking her hands and kissing her knuckles «But you…»

«I am fine as well, Kratos.» She quickly dismissed his worries, lowering her gaze. She leaned forward his chest, resting her forehead on his armor and letting out a sigh «Now that you are here, it will be better.»

Kratos rested his hands on her hips, his lips brushed on her hair while speaking. «Where is Calliope?»

Before his wife could actually answer him, rough coughs could be heard from their daughter’s bedroom. Lysandra tensed for a moment, then rushed to get a clean cloth from one of the cabinets and went back into the room.

Kratos followed her, stopping at the doorstep to watch her knelt at the side of the bed, where Calliope was resting nestled under a fleecy lamb’s-wool blanket. He heard Lysandra encouraging the child to spit on the cloth, before gently wiping her lips and moving some curls from her eyes.

«Your father is back, sweetie.» She murmured, moving to the side to reveal Kratos’s figure behind her.

Calliope looked at him with glassy eyes, unhappy that she didn’t have the strength to run into her father’s arms to welcome him back. After his depart, and countless weeping on Lysandra’s lap, she had just hoped to see him again as soon as possible -  her mother had explained her that he didn’t leave to his normal trainings, and Calliope wasn’t used not seeing him at home for such long time.

«Daddy…» her voice was broken from the soreness in her throat, and she moved a bit under the blanket as to reach for him.

Lysandra got up to move and make some room for Kratos, who took her place by their daughter’s side. He gently stroked her cheek, feeling Calliope’s hand grabbing his to keep him in place.

«How are you feeling, my child?» he spoke with a low voice, as if a louder tone could bother her.

«It hurts.» she whined, placing her other hand on her throat «I want to go out and play with you, daddy.»

«You will do. When you will feel better.» Kratos rubbed his thumb on her warm skin, softly scratching the nape under her curls. He waited until he saw her closing her eyes, before turning around to look at his wife behind him «How long has she been like this?»

«Almost a week, by now.» Lysandra replied with a tired sigh.

She took a couple of steps back, inviting him to follow her in the kitchen to let Calliope rest. Kratos leaned forward to kiss his daughter’s cheek before assuring to be back soon, and got up with a grunt from his chest.

When he reached Lysandra, she was busy boiling some water by the hearth. He could see how nervous she was, even just by the fact that she kept stirring the water with a wood spoon – and he perfectly knew why.

Lysandra was a strong woman, sweet and calm, and she deeply loved her family. She had loved their child from the very first moment the healer had told her she was pregnant – and he remembered how scared she was when the midwives told her the child was sick, meant to be brought to the council – meant to be killed, because she was ill, weak – and there was no place for weak ones in Sparta. She had collapsed from the birthing table, naked, dirty, in pain and unstable on her legs, demanding to see her newborn, begging her husband to do something even if she knew they couldn’t break the laws. She had almost cried when she saw her baby, how small and cute she was despite her flush skin being scarred with fistulas and red spots. But the worst was seeing the soldiers of the royal guard bursting into their home, demanding to surrender Calliope to them – Kratos even had tried to defend them both, his sword unsheathed and ready to fight anyone who would ever dare to lift a finger on their daughter. But they had taken her, cruelly tearing the crying baby away from her arms, despite giving Kratos the chance to find the ambrosia that could have cured her.

She had spent weeks alone waiting, trying to heal, praying that her husband could come back in time to save their little Calliope. It had been pure agony looking at the empty crib that Kratos had previously built for their child.

Nonetheless…

She had seen the young boy throwing her baby off the cliff on the mount Taygetos. And she thought she would have died of heartbreak in that moment, almost collapsing from relief when she had seen Kratos flying on the back of a Roc with their baby, safe and still alive, in his arms.

For many nights after that day, Kratos had woken up in the middle of the night feeling her side of the bed barely warm. He knew that Lysandra had to get up to breastfeed Calliope, but she always took too long to come back to him. And after a couple of nights, he had discovered why – he always had found her on a chair in Calliope’s bedroom, the baby soundly asleep in her arms under her mother’s gaze. It was like she wasn’t aware of his presence, her gaze empty despite being fixed on her child. She didn’t even care to cover her breast, letting Calliope sleep with her face pressed on it – and he always knelt by her side, softly inviting her to come back to their bed.

«She is safe now, Lysandra.» Was what he always told her, gently brushing his wife’s cheek with his index finger «Nothing will hurt her ever again.»

«She will heal, Lysandra.» He said, holding her shoulders in his big hands «You know that no one will take her ever again.»

What a deja-vu. It was like she was stuck in those moments, her mind trapped in those nights she spent holding the newborn in her arms, fearing she might suddenly disappear once again.

«I know.» She lifted her chin, blinking her eyelids to stop those frustrated tears «I know, Kratos. Bad colds like this can happen, and she is a strong child. It is just… sometimes bad memories come back when I less expect them. Not much Spartan-ish for the wife of the greatest Captain of the city, am I right?» she let out a humourless chuckle, slightly turning her head to look at him.

He sniggered, mumbling in her hair «Indeed. But I would not want you any different.»

She sighed with a smile on her lips, before pointing at a jar on a shelf nearby «Would you mind passing it to me, please? The healer suggested me to brew linden tea for Calliope, it should help her healing faster.»

Kratos did as he was told, observing his wife pouring the boiling water in a cup. There was something familiar in that act, something that was buried in his childhood memories. Memories of a long lost past, when there were just him, Deimos, and their mother Callisto.

«Linseeds.» he said, getting a perplexed look from the woman in front of him «My mother always prepared linseed poultice for my brother, when he was sick. It should be useful as well.»

He rushed out of the door before Lysandra could ask him to go get some. She heard him spur his steed, its hoofs loud on the stone path. Collecting the cup she just prepared for Calliope, she cautiously walked back into the bedroom just to find her daughter looking at her.

«Where is daddy?» she immediately asked, fearing he could have left again without a goodbye.

«He just went to get something good for your health, sweetie. He will be back soon.» Lysandra helped her getting sit, bringing the cup near her pouted lips «There, your tea. Sweet like you.»

The little girl sipped slowly, her tiny hands on her mother’s ones. She coughed a couple of times, yet she was pleased to feel her throat and tummy warming up thanks to the beverage. She gladly accepted the spoon of honey that Lysandra was handing out to her, swallowing it in a single gulp.

Lysandra wrapped the cup in a cloth, so Calliope wouldn’t get her hands burned, and got up to retrieve a big, soft towel –the one she used for Calliope when she would take baths. While the communal baths were built right adjacent to the gymnasia, ready for everyone to enjoy vapor baths, they recreated a smaller one in their own bathroom. A smaller fireplace warmed up the room, bowls of water could be used with essential oils. And such treatment was something the healer suggested Lysandra to try on Calliope – peppermint would have helped her breathing better, as well the warm steam in the room. It was a short ritual, yet a nice one for both of them.

She was about to take her child to the bathroom, when they both heard Kratos coming back from the city. He dropped a bag full of linseeds on the kitchen table and reached the hearth, to check if there was still enough water in the pot. She noticed that, after all of that, he was still clad in his battle armour – and looking for a moment at her daughter, she suggested him to take the bath with their little girl. She knew Calliope wanted to spend as much time as possible with her father, even in her poor condition. Said child quietly waited near the fireplace while Lysandra helped Kratos unfastening his cuirass, the belt left already on the floor.

The armour was heavy in her hands, still dirty from the battle and the travels, but Kratos quickly dismissed her concerns – he would have cleaned it later. She left it on its stand, collecting the belt as well to place it on the shoulder of the cuirass. That’s when she noticed the pouch tied on it, and she shot him a puzzled look – it was quite unusual for him to keep stuff from his raids, but her husband was giving her his back, bended to pick up Calliope who didn’t waste a second to hug his neck and nuzzle her face on it.

He carefully sat in the tub holding his daughter close to his chest, before placing her on his lap. Kneeling beside them, Lysandra used her own headband to tie Calliope’s hair so to keep it dry, and thankfully the child let her do the job – in contrast to when she was way healthier, and loved to play with her mother in the water.

«You know what the healer said, Calliope.» Lysandra said, placing two towels near the fireplace to warm them up, as well the bowl with water and essential oils «Breath deeply, sweetie.»

The warmth in the room was making the child a little drowsy. She tried to find a more comfortable position on her father’s lap, still doing as her mother instructed. She looked so small on Kratos’s chest, even compared to his hand that was slowly rubbing her back up and down.

Even if Lysandra knew how much Kratos loved their daughter, it still almost brought her to joyful tears how such a hulking, bloodthirst warrior could be also so sweet and gentle with his baby girl. He never cared that his wife didn’t give birth to a boy, when the city itself hoped for more young, strong warriors for its army – he had loved Calliope from the very beginning. He had even challenged the gods themselves to save her, got his hands dirty with blood, even Spartan blood, to accomplish his mission. And here he was, tired after his return from war campaign, humming the same lullaby she so often sang to her newborn, with the now grow up child almost asleep on his chest. Lysandra focused on the scene in front of her, trying to imprint it on her mind – the gentle lapping of the water in the tub, the crackling of the fire, and their little family finally together. She sadly knew that would have been a rare occasion.

When Calliope started coughing again, she quickly put a cloth near her mouth while Kratos tapped – careful to limit his strength – her back. Throwing the rag away, Lysandra wrapped her in the warm towel, sitting near the fireplace to dry her and change her into a fresh tunic, while her husband finished to wash himself. Smirking to himself, he was well aware that Lysandra wouldn’t have welcomed him between the sheets if he was still dirty and smelly of blood and dust.

«Take your time.» she said, picking up the child and walking toward the door «I have yet to prepare dinner.»

«Daddy told me we can have bawley cakes.» Calliope looked briefly at her father in the tub and then at her mother, hope shining in her amber eyes «With honey.».

«Oh? He said he wants the barley ones?» Lysandra gave her an amused look, correcting her «Does he want to eat all of your honey too?»

«Not all, no.» she hid her face in her mother’s neck «I need it too.»

«But your father is such a big man, he needs to eat a lot, sweetie.» she raised an eyebrow, looking at Kratos who decided to play along.

«Your mother is right, Calliope.» he said, an unusual light tone in his voice «I need to eat a lot to stay this big and strong, and to protect both of you.»

«No need!» she squeaked, horrified at the though of losing all of her precious honey. Not even the cough stopped her «Mom is strong too. You can have two spoons of honey.»

«Two only?».

«Two.» she showed him just her index finger. Seeing her father raising an eyebrow, as if he was waiting for something more – inviting her to think – she added the thumb too.

Lysandra laughed heartfully, kissing her cheek and bringing her out, closing the door behind them to keep the room warm. They went back to Calliope’s room, where her mother made her lie on her bed while she’d busy herself in preparing the linseeds. It didn’t take her long and, when the seeds were ready, she carefully wrapped them in a linen cloth and placed it on Calliope’s chest. It was a new thing for her, it felt strange at first and she played with the jelly feeling inside the compress, moving the seeds around the cloth. She barely lift her head when she heard Kratos getting out of the bathroom, warm steam lifting from his heated skin, and peeped both of her parents sharing a hug – oh well, it was her dad hugging her mother, his arms were so massive that she could barely see Lysandra’s frame. A hand of hers lifted to caress his arm and they stayed there, in silence.

When Kratos was home, her mother was happier – she was a child, but she could see the difference. It was as if his presence could soothe Lysandra’s soul. She of course was happy as well, she wanted to spend as much time as possible with her daddy. She wanted to attend festivals with both her parents and clap her hands while both her and her father would watch Lysandra dancing with the other girls in the ritual dances. A new fit of coughs stopped her thoughts, and she saw Kratos getting closer to her. She spat again in the cloth he put under her mouth – she was so tired of that disgusting thing! – and grabbed his hand to keep him close. He sat on the floor, his features relaxed while looking at his daughter.

«I love you, daddy.» she smiled under the blanket, holding his hand in both of her ones and rubbing her cheek against it.

«Me as well, little one.» a rare smile lifted a corner of his mouth «Your mother and you are the reason I keep fighting. To keep both of you safe.».

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The silence was very comfortable while they dined. The bread was freshly-baked, the barley soup warmed their tummies, and Calliope got to have her much-loved barley cakes. She watched carefully as Kratos made a show of getting a third spoon of honey, smirking while helping himself.

«You said two.» she mumbled, counting on her fingers and showing him thumb and index ones.

«You said two, Calliope.» he replied with a smile, the spoon still over the jar «Not me.»

The child was left speechless, while she considered in silence his answer. He could almost see the gears in her brain processing the whole scene, and she showed him again the fingers.

«Two. Mom said it will help me grow big and strong.».

«It will indeed, yes.»

«So I need to eat it.» she looked at her dish, where she had some leftovers of the barley soup, and pieces of her portion of cake. She took one of those, passing it to her father «You can have this.»

Kratos let the spoon fall into the jar, gently pushing back her hand with a smile «Worry not, little one. I am fine right now, enjoy your cake and honey.».

Lysandra looked at her child with a faint smile on her lips. Despite being so adamant about not giving more honey than necessary, she was still willing to share something she loved as much. Seeing her husband poking his daughter's nose to remove crumbles and honey, she knew that she needed to hold those moments close to her heart, for times when darkness would have threated to stick her mind in horrible memories.

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It took a fair amount of time to put Calliope to bed. She was so happy to have her father home that sleeping was almost a waste of time, for her. Kratos had to promise again and again that he’d have cooked tiganites – like, a lot of tiganites – for her breakfast, and that he would have spent the whole day with her, playing or riding his horse in the fields. She held close her rag doll while Kratos bended to kiss her forehead and bid her goodnight.

Just before reaching Lysandra in their bedroom, he remembered the pouch still tied to his armour belt. He retrieved it, opening the lace and letting the ring fall onto his palm. The blue stone shined with the fire of the hearth, and Kratos took a moment to stare at it. It was perfect for his wife.

He closed his fist, hiding it, and turned around toward the room where Lysandra was waiting for him. He found her at her small toilet, busy detangling her hair before getting to bed. The light chiton she used to sleep left half of her back completely bare, much for his pleasure. She met his gaze in the mirror, smirking at his reflection.

«Seeing something you like?» she said, getting up with calculated movements.

She was his personal siren, the most beautiful creature he ever met in the whole wide world – and she was his, and his only.

He sat on the bed, grabbing her waist when she got within his reach. She felt there was something hard between her side and his palm, yet she got distracted when he started dragging her down with him, forcing her to quickly grasping on his shoulders for support. She stared down at her husband, he was looking at her with such intensity that it was like he was trying to pry into her soul. She felt one of his hands rubbing her back up and down, and she was surprised he didn’t even try to squeeze her rear.

«Under other circumstances, I would have loved you all night long.» he murmured, moving her hair from her eyes «But you need to rest. I’ll take care of Calliope if she’ll need anything.»

«Are you sure?» slowly, Lysandra laid down on his side, her head on his chest while she traced the crimson tattoo on his pec with a finger «You just came back from war.»

«The worst one was inside here.» Kratos gently poked her forehead, cradling her in a protective hug «I am not that blind that I will not admit it.».

She hid a smile against his skin, circling his torso – at least, trying to - to hug him. She was glad to have another proof that, under the brutish façade, there was a man that was trying to be considerate as well. Peeping at his face, she saw how uncharacteristically his features were relaxed, no trace of his usual scowl.

They stayed in silence for a while, and Kratos thought that Lysandra was collapsed from exhaustion, before hearing her voice again.

«Will you tell me what are you hiding in your fist?» she murmured, lifting her gaze to meet his one.

Kratos moved his hand from under the pillow, looking for a moment at his closed fist before searching for his wife’s hand with his free one. Lysandra let him move her arm, until he brought her hand in front of his face. Carefully, he put the jewel on her ring finger and waited for her reaction. And by the lack of any comment, he knew she was pretty much surprised. She was looking at the ring, examining it carefully – especially the omega symbol. But the fact that she was smiling was a good thing, he thought.

«Did it remind you of us?» she asked, leaning toward him to kiss his jaw.

He hummed in response, tightening his hold on her side. When he heard her chuckling he lowered his gaze on her, perplexed.

«It’s just funny how much you’re devoted to the rules of our kings, yet we broke so many of them just with our marriage.» she said, caressing his chest «You didn’t make me cut my hair.»

«You did. A bit.» he retorted, staring at the ceiling – he knew how right she was.

«I should have cut it short. I just cut it less than a span.»

«But you loved your long hair. It suited you better.»

«Do you remember what you told me during our wedding night?»

«… “let us do it again”.»

«What? Not that!» she playfully hit his chest, her cheeks turning crimson while he snickered at her expenses.

«I told you I wanted to see the sunrise with you. And we did so.»

«… Indeed. Instead of dropping me home and hurrying back to the barracks.»

Again, he knew she was absolutely right. But loving her that night had filled the emptiness he had felt inside himself for such a long time, he wouldn’t have even hoped to find some relief from it. No amount of battles, nor sex with random women could satisfy him anymore. Theirs, instead, had been pure harmony of bodies and souls. Of course, once found, he didn’t want to let her go.

Strangely, it was hard for him to say it loud. He just hoped Lysandra could actually feel how sincere his love for her was.

Kratos squeezed her in a hug, pressing his lips in her hair.

«Sleep now. Or morning will come before we know it.» he mumbled, holding her close.

Lysandra smiled again, finding a comfortable position pressed on her husband’s side and hiding a yawn against his pec. She finally felt safe, able to enjoy a nice night of sleep, knowing that he was watching over them both. That at least for a while, their family was finally reunited.

#god of war #god of war fanfic #kratos #kratos & calliope #kratos x lysandra #lysandra #lysandra god of war #calliope #calliope god of war #kratos was a good dad ages before atreus #if only ares would have minded his f*cking businesses

[cardinaldante]

Greetings Siblings of the church! I have finally managed to sneak past Swiss and Papa Copia and finish the work that had been piling up lately. Swiss wasn't too happy- but he promised not to tell on me as long as I don't tell Papa he wasnt there this morning to make sure I stayed away from work. I decided to go out to the local village today and met up with the love of my life the local village priest, Jacob. He's a very nice guy my age and he likes hanging out with me, even though I come from the satanic church. I told him Swiss was my older brother who was tasked by Papa to keep an eye on me and he laughed and told me I worked to much!!

Can you believe it siblings! He said I worked too much! Ugh, I don't think I do. It's just that, this is a big responsibility for me taking over the duties for Papa Copia while he's Papa. It's an honor. I tried to explain that to him but he told me I should just relax. We walked around the local gardens and I accidentally had to leave Swiss behind when we went onto Church grounds, but Swiss wasn't too upset with me. Annoyed, yes, but not upset.

I told Jacob of my worries about Saltarian, and he said the same thing Primo did, but with an added bonus- that the Lord( Or rather, he saw me grimance at that and quickly changed it to Satan) will figure it out, and that everything will be okay. I hope so, but with things like this...

We had to split apart when the townspeople came out of their houses, and me and Swiss had to beat a very quick retreat back to the church when one of the townspeople started to throw rocks and nearly hit Swiss. I didn't even get to say goodbye to Jacob, which sucked. We ran into two ghouls while headed back. One of them was Sodo, which I mistakenly called him 'Dewdrop' and thought he was going to kill me before the other- Swiss called him Rain- stepped in. Rain calmed Sodo down, but I could see the imprints where Sodo had burned through the ground. Huh, I never knew this one was the fire ghoul. I had heard of one of the water ghouls transforming, so maybe...

Rain seemed very excited to talk to Swiss and so did Sodo, so I decided to head off back twords the church while Swiss was engrossed in talking. For some reason, it makes me feel... Odd. Sad, maybe? I don't know. I never had many friends growing up here- always the outcast- so I didn't really understand the whole.. feeling thing I was feeling at the moment. While headed back, I came upon an old greenhouse. Inside was decrepit, and the plants had gotten super overgrown. However, I found something. There was a small chest at the end of the greenhouse with the symbol of Omega on it. I tried to open it, but it was locked shut, and when I turned around, I was greeted with a ghoul I had never seen before at the entrance. They were tall, and wore a pre-imperia mask. They weren't Phil- Phil was a little on the shorter side- but they had their tail put in full display, the thing twitching behind them.

I didn't know what to do, and the ghoul just stared at me. I tried to speak, but the ghoul holds up a hand, and it spoke. Actually spoke. It told me to- and the exact words were,

"Get the fuck out of my greenhouse. You don't know what box you're trying to open, Pandora." Needless to say, I fled instantly the moment the ghoul stepped out of my way. Now, safe in my office, waiting for Swiss to find me so I can go to dinner(where Papa Copia will be, not eating, but interacting with the other siblings, most of you will probably see him at dinner time), I wonder what the ghoul ment. Who was that ghoul, anyways? And why couldnt I open the odd Omega box? My only options are to ask Omega, since the box did have his symbol on it, or ask Phil.

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I think the safer option is Phil. My stomach is starting to rumble, and I'm debating on wheather I want another scolding by Papa Copia, or if I want to wait for Swiss. However, I am starving, so my hunger has definitely won out over waiting for Swiss. Pray to Satan for me, dear siblings. Papa Copia is definitely going to give me a scolding of a lifetime.

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #roleplay #ask blog

[kanra-nakura]

[Fiction] The Admiral Brother - Chapter 6

Luffy sighed quietly as he led Cora through the hidden dark hallways of their ship and soon enough they were in his room, the Omega went towards his table and began to go through the papers found on top, quite aware of the stare the tall man was giving him. However, he was already used to them, and thus ignoring them was easy, though hearing a slight scuffle coming from the hallway made him immediately look up and watch as his Alpha passed through the doorway.

Law nodded at his Father figure and walked toward his Omega, while Rosinante moved a bookshelf in front of the passage they went through, followed by kneeling and twisting a knob on the bottom layer, once it was secure, the beta stood up and watched as the Alpha nuzzle his nose on Luffy’s scent gland, rumbling.

Luffy purred, tilting his head back and letting the Alpha calm down, who on some occasions released a growl of anger, letting the paper that he tried to read flutter towards the floor. Rosinante watched the pair, pursing his lips at the thought of what the captured alpha tried to do, the gall of that pirate hinting that his adopted son was controlling Luffy, that they did something to the person that held their small pack together.

“Cora-san…” Luffy's melodious voice called out and this made the Beta look up and saw the small omega reaching out for him, with Law watching him from the corner of his eyes. Not even a second later, the tall blond went closer to the pair and wrapped his arms around them, cradling them as if they were nothing but children.

“You feel okay?” Rosinante asked after a few minutes of silence, Luffy nodded with Law humming. “You sure Luffy? That man was telling you that you had brothers.”

This made the omega sigh before moving away from his pack and eyeing his table, before raising his hand out and putting it against his temple. “To be honest? Ever since the Phoenix mentioned something about brothers, I felt a twinge of pain but my devil fruit seemed to remove the pain before I can fully express it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, ya?” Law asked worriedly, fussing over his mate, who smiled at him.

“We’re standing in front of a pirate, we can’t show him any weakness at all.” Law sighed at that response, stopping his fussiness, and then his narrowed eyes looked at the floor, in slight anger.

“You shouldn’t have experienced that at all.” The tattooed Alpha grumbled, running his hand through his hair in annoyance. “Why did we have to capture him when we have no plan to hand him over to the Marines?”

Rosinante sighed in defeat at that, leaning against the wall behind him, eyeing the omega, who was humming as he began to rummage through the drawer of his table.

“Handing him over to the marine would then result in another war… and I don’t want to be separated from you guys, especially with Luffy’s condition.”

Law sighed at that, while Luffy snorted and took out a pile of paper, followed by a pen, and went back on leaning against the blond-haired man's shoulder, once he was all comfortable, Law laid down on the floor, putting his head on Luffy’s lap and humming as the omega began to write something on the paper he had on hand.

“That’s one of them, but the reason why we’re not handing him over to the Marines is because we don’t know what information he had on us.” Luffy sighed in defeat, pausing from his writing, and looked up at the ceiling. “Until we figure out what information he has, he’s staying with us… I am not risking the safety of Dawn Island, specifically of Foosha Village, all because we let him go immediately.”

Law sighed, before deciding to keep quiet, and merely listened to the scratching noise Luffy was creating with his pen and papers. Rosinante hummed softly, running his fingers on Law’s hair as he watched Luffy write down what they were doing for the past weeks they were away from Marineford, opting out that they saw the First Division Commander.

The atmosphere the three of them display is very serene, however, anger is simmering underneath the tattooed Alpha’s skin, because as much he wants Luffy to remember his brothers, he doesn’t want him to bomb him with a lot of information. Overwhelming the Omega pieces of information that he actually forgot is not good for his mental health, especially when they don’t know how far the damage is.

When Vegapunk electrocuted Luffy, he was bluntly informed by the scientist that he was merely following instructions of the Gorosei, and thus he had no idea what other side effects there are aside from the obvious. And while Luffy’s fruit could heal him, it’s not a full guarantee that he will be as he was before, and while Law loves Luffy, as much as he wants him to be as he used to be before…

A very, very, selfish part of him doesn’t want the Omega to remember his brothers (something he hadn’t shared with his Father figure, something he kept to himself). If his Omega remembers them, he will have to experience the pain his mate had to go through all over again. Luffy will be selfless, sacrificing himself for his brothers all over again, he will have to shed tears, sweat, and blood just for their safety and Law doesn’t want that to happen at all, no… he can’t bear seeing his mate in pain at all. And this tore him apart.

#malu #fushichou marco | phoenix marco #marco the phoenix #kanranakura #onepiece #Monkey D. Luffy #Trafalgar D. Water Law #The Admiral Brother

[hellhound5925]

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior* Bad Batch Edition

Previous Chapter

Tipping Point

The guys help Shep and Phee organize the civilians for the time being and Hunter approaches us under the tree. He crouches down and puts a hand on Omega's cheek "You alright?" She shakes her head but I'm sure he can tell shes just trying to play it off. He looks up at me "We are going to stay and help the rebuild the lower levels. For now, we are going to get the people organized up here before we make a plan." I nod, "Let me know what I can do." He smiles "I think you're doing it." I glance down at both girls who seem to be settling down. We lock eyes "I can't believe you jumped over the wall." I shrug "I'd do anything to keep you all safe and I know you'd do the same for me." He puts a hand on my cheek "Just don't get yourself killed" his tone of voice is harsh like he wants to scold me but the look on his face is soft. Tech calls him over. Putting his forehead against mine for a moment he says "I'll be back." I nod knowing we probably won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Omega picks her head up "You jumped over the wall?" I chuckle "It wasn't the big wall, just from Shep's place." Lyana looks at me shocked "Mandalorian's are crazy." I shrug "I wasn't about to let you two get stuck out there alone. I didn't really jump...I slid." Omega throws her arms around me "I know I can always count on you." I hug her back giving her a gentle squeeze. She lets go of me, stands up, and composes herself before speaking again "We should help them... I want to help them." A smile spreads across my face and Lyana pops up "I want to help too." "I guess that settles it then" Standing up I brush myself off "We'd better go join the others."

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The plan we came up with - at least for now - was to get everyone whatever they could from their homes. We divided everyone into groups so that one of us could go with about 30 people at one time. With five groups of 30ish people...it took all day. For the most part everyone was able to get enough belongings to make themselves comfortable for the time being. Most of the women helped prepare a meal for the entire village while Omega, Lyana, and I helped grab supplies. At around dusk, I was finally able to sit down. I always prided myself on staying in shape but after going up and down the hundreds of steps all day long....my legs feel like jelly. Needing some space, I wander away from everyone and climb up onto the stone wall, dangling my feet over the edge. The ocean has finally calmed and the animals seem to be coming back out from wherever they were hiding. Looking down below, the image is sad compared to the beautiful one we had last night. The entirety of Lower Pabu is dark, the sight makes me sigh sadly. Echo would have enjoyed this view...I pull up my vambrace and punch in Echo's code. I get no answer but leave a message, "Havoc 4, this is Havoc 6. I hope everything is going well. We're all safe so please don't worry. I just wanted to let you know that we all miss you.....I also kept my promise to you...but I can tell you when we see each other again. Stay safe vod (Brother)."

I sit there alone for quite sometime, breathing in the ocean air. The sounds of boots approaching pulls my attention away from the ocean. Looking over my shoulder, I'm not surprised to see Hunter. He stops next me. "We just can't catch a break, can we?" He sighs "No, but what we did today...it saved everyone living here." I nod and look down between my feet "Maker I really am dini'la (insane)..." He hops up on the edge next to me and looks down. "Ni ceta (I'm sorry), I didn't mean to scare you earlier...I just couldn't imagine losing Omega out there...she sounded so scared..." "Gar shuk meh kyrayc (You're no use dead/said to encourage rest/not literal)" I quirk a brow at his statement "oh so that's all I am to you huh?" I tease. He sighs and shakes his head. Teasing him honestly gives me life, "What's the matter Sarge? Am I too much for you to handle" I wink at him before spinning around and hoping off the wall. I start to walk away but stop and look over my shoulder "If you can't sleep...you know where to find me." With that I head to my hut for the night.

————This is your warning now...it's going to get spicy. Minors look away————

Just as I'm about to head to bed there's a knock on my door. I smile to myself and bound over to the door. Flinging it open Hunter is standing there, I opt to continue to tease him "Something I can help you with Sarge?" There's a fire behind his eyes and without a word he comes in, shutting the door behind him. He stops only a few inches from me and looks me in the eye. "Do you know what it does to me when you call me that?" His voice is deep and lustful. I can't pull my eyes away from his lips, "What does it do to you...Sarge?" His breath hitches and something primal takes over. He slides his hands over my hips and lifts me off the ground. Wrapping my legs around his core, he kisses me with such passion - I know I'm the only female in the galaxy lucky enough to have this man's full attention.

He carries me to the bedroom, setting me on the bed before straddling me. He hesitates for a second like he's struggling for words, chest heaving, eyes roaming my face like he's waiting for me to protest. His pupils are blown wide - like his senses are working overtime - leaving honey brown halos around them. Knowing that I have this man such a mess in this moment makes me want to savor it. I bite my lip and run my fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath like he's trying to calm himself. "Hunter..." I whisper and he opens his eyes again. Leaning up to meet him, I kiss his neck over his pulse point and I can feel his heart racing. He lets out a soft grunt. Trailing up to his ear I whisper "It's okay." Laying back down on the bed I reach down, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. His eyes wander down stopping for a moment on my tattoo before traveling to the other side where theres a scar from our mining experience. Sliding one hand up from my hip, he runs a thumb over the scar and I flinch - only because the contact sends a current throughout my whole body. His eyes flick up to mine and his expression softens like he might have felt it. I slide my hands up under his shirt and pull it over his head - the wild look returning in his eyes. He peppers kisses from my cheek all he way down my neck, making his way to my chest, between my breasts, and down to my stomach. The action sends me over the edge and I grip he sheets balling them in my fists. He lifts his head with a mischievous smirk before sliding my pants and underwear off before he follows suit with his own. My hands roam his muscular body before he stops me and puts them above my head. "I think you've teased me enough" his deep, husky voice in my hear. Now he's got my full attention and I find myself begging or him. "I need you...fill me..." I practically command him. He quirks a brow "I thought I was the one who gave the orders?" "Please Sarge..." I plead. Hunter wastes no time following orders...

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The light through the small window is what wakes me. I look over to my left see the tangled mess of sheets and him. He's sleeping so peacefully...I don't think I've ever seen him that peaceful... I run my fingers over the tattoo on his face. Without opening his eyes he hums his satisfaction with the contact. I roll myself on top of him and pepper kisses along his neck. He rolls me back over so now he's over me and I giggle. There's a knock on my door "Raven...It's Omega. Have you seen Hunter? He's not in his hut." He sighs and I bit my lip so I don't burst out in laugher. Taking a deep breath I answer "Just a second!" Hunter rolls off me on his back and I climb over him out of bed. "I'm going to shower quick and get my armor around. I'll meet you up there" I say from the door frame. He tosses an arm over his face and grunts.

After getting my full kit on I head to the top, buy'ce (Helmet) under one arm, practically skipping. "What's with you?" Tech asks without looking up from his datapad. "Nothing. I'm just ready to go" I shrug. He gives me a look. "Come one Tech like you really want to know..." "Raven you are like a sister to me...Enough said" he puts a hand up to stop me. Wrecker, Hunter, and Omega join us. "Alright so what's the plan?" Omega asks. "We could work our way up. The less damaged homes will take less time to fix, so it might be easier to end with them" I offer my opinion. "By my calculations, with everyone helping we should be able to repair the damage completely in 20-30 rotations." We all look to Hunter to give the final say. He nods "Alright. Let's get to work."

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In 10 few short rotations we were able to get the first level of Pabu back to it's former glory - also with a few advancements thanks to Tech. Wrecker is out fishing on the dock to help replenish the food supply, while Hunter and I are helping unload some cargo. I heard back from Echo the other day and he said he needed help and would be stoping by. We were all very much looking forward to seeing him. "This friend of yours who's stopping by, he's another clone?" Shep asks Hunter. "Yeah, but don't worry. He's not with the Empire." "If you trust him, that's enough for me." Wrecker approaches with a large fish on his shoulder, "The new fishing dock's been rebuilt and moored. And I caught some dinner!" He laughs. I smile "You've been busy." "You got that right!" Lyana and a few of the others come up "Hey Wrecker. Can we get your help? We're fortifying the sea wall." Wrecker puts the fish down before bounding after them "Sure thing, boss"

Shep smiles "He's become an integral part of this community...you all have. Any chance you've reconsidered staying permanently?" Shep asks us. The question makes me sad...Hunter and I had many discussions over it and he just doesn't feel like we can stay here without putting what they have at risk. "For soldiers, putting down roots is an occupational hazard." He tells Shep. "Is that all you are? A soldier?" He asks gesturing at me and likely hinting about Omega. Hunter glances at me sadly. I sigh and step away from the conversation, sitting on a crate. I myself am torn because I understand where Hunter is coming from. Not only that, there is a galaxy out there that needs people like us...we kinda knew this was too good to be true but it was a nice break...Hunter and I spent many late nights and early mornings together...Omega and I have been working on her Mando'a and other Mandalorian traditions. She seems to really enjoy it and I'm happy to teach someone. She's also been working with Tech...on flying...The Marauder soars overhead and I smile to myself, imaging Tech white knuckling the copilot's chair. I offered to trade with him every so often but he insisted on being the one to teach her...I left it alone. The look on his face is still worth seeing...I comm them "How's it going up there Tech?" "Thanks to my excellent instruction, and ability to think clearly in stressful situations, She is indeed improving." He sounds stressed which causes me to burst into a fit of laugher, drawing the attention of Shep, Hunter, and the others around me. I watch as the Marauder comes back into view and is positioned in preparation for what Omega and I have dubbed "The Tech Turn" which is what he would describe as 'a sharp swing with a zero thruster pull' but The Tech Turn has a cooler ring to it.

My comm link goes off "Havoc-4 this is Havoc-5...do you copy?" I jump up with excitement and race to the landing pad. Both the Marauder and another ship have just landed and are dropping their ramps. Omega races out of the Marauder with Tech behind her and I see Echo emerge from the other ship. Echo laughs and looks around "You weren't kidding...this place is remote." Omega and I take turns hugging Echo. "I'm surprised you're not on Ord Mantell with Cid" he continues. I laugh nervously "Well...we've been—" Tech cuts me off "Reevaluating things. You mentioned needing some assistance with data decryption." Leave it to Tech to get right down to business... Echo hands him a data chip "This is what's left of the files I recovered from an Imperial shuttle. It was transporting clone prisoners, and we need to know where and why." This news makes me sad, "You all deserve so much better..." Echo gives me a sad smile and throws an arm over my shoulder. "On a better topic...tell me about Hunter..."

Making our way down to our huts I fill Echo in on everything that's been going on. He laughs at some of my stories and is over all happy to hear how things have gone in his absence. When we get to the huts, Hunter is there waiting. Echo shakes his hand and looks between him and I, "I hear you two have been busy." Hunter quirks a brow at me and I shrug. No I didn't tell Echo the dirty details....but he's not stupid... we get him something to eat while Tech gets is working on the decryption.

Hunter and Echo catch up, while Wrecker chases Omega and Lyanna around the tree on the landing pad. I stand next to Shep and we watch. Waiting for the opportune moment, I race the opposite way around the tree and scoop Omega up, tossing her over my shoulder. She lets out a loud squeal and I laugh.

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Echo and I walk around the perimeter of the landing zone and catch up. "You all plan to stay here indefinitely?" He asks. I stop and watch as Raven races around the tree and scoops a squealing Omega up. I sigh "We...haven't decided yet but, to be honest....it might be the best thing for us." Echo follows my gaze, "You love her don't you." I don't say anything, just watch them for a moment. "Yeah...I suppose I do..." I finally admit sighing, before changing the subject "What about you? What have you been up to?" His facial expression changes to a more serious one "Rex and I have built up a small network of clones. Some are in hiding, underground. Others act as our contacts within the Empire." Now I'm starting to worry for his sake "Echo, you've seen the power you're up against. You can't defeat them." "It's not about that. It's about fighting for our brothers." I sigh again, "I understand why you're doing this but....when will it be enough?" My comm link beeps and I answer "Hunter, I decrypted the data. You need to get back to the ship."

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Hunter and Echo came to grab us saying Tech had decrypted the files and wanted us back at the ship. Inside we all gather around to hear what he's found, "The Imperial transport Echo highjacked was assigned to the Advanced Science Division."Hunter crosses his arms "Never heard of it." "That is because it is a clandestine operation. There are no records on its location or its purpose. All I could find on it was the chief scientist in charge, Dr. Royce Hemlock. An officer expelled from the Republic science corps due to unorthodox experiments" Tech continues. My stomach drops and a wave of nausea hits me like a brick wall...Hunter gives me a funny look and places a hand on my back. "Why were they sending clone prisoners to him?" Omega asks sadly. Tech sighs "I don't know, but it gets worse. Previous transfer records recovered from the ships logs list other clone prisoners detained by the Advanced Science Division...and Crosshair is one of them." We are all shocked by this news "You mean Crosshair turned on the Empire? After he turned on you?" I ask. Hunter lets go of me and clenches his fists "How sure are you about this?" I've haven't seen him so deadly serious since the first time we met. My stomach is doing flips. "Very. After discovering his clone number on the transfer register, I checked and found a recent distress message sent from Crosshair's old code" Tech explains further. "What did it say?" Omega asks him. "Plan 88. The Seeker. We are being targeted. I believe he is warning us." Swallowing hard I speak up "Or...it's a trap..." I feel bad for even having the thought but based on what they've told me about him...it wouldn't be the first time. Hunter glances at me and I can tell by the solemn look on his face he was thinking the same thing. Wrecker grunts "We'll, how do we find out?"

Next Chapter

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[allwaswell16]

I posted 13,712 times in 2022

That's 4,642 more posts than 2021!

921 posts created (7%)

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I tagged 8,368 of my posts in 2022

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#queue - 2,029 posts

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#ask - 550 posts

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#to read - 190 posts

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Longest Tag: 137 characters

#i think i read only larry for maybe two years??? then i gave one larry/tomlinshaw choose your own ending fic a shot and never looked back

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Louies after one day without seeing Louis: The world is a barren ice desert. I am withering away from the decades without sunlight.

Other people: ... you saw him yesterday

Louies: I will not know a spark of joy until I see his face again. Oh when will this unceasing pain end?

Other people: fuck's sake you'll see him tomorrow

313 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

#4

I just want to say a VERY HOW DARE YOU to Louis for wearing a SNAP BUTTON SHIRT, getting his shirt ripped open WHICH HE KNEW WOULD HAPPEN, and then TURNING AWAY FROM US TO REBUTTON IT

340 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

#3

So me @jaerie @haztobegood went to get tattoos at Great Lakes Tattoos and Brandon, my tattoo artist, asked what we were doing today and I told him we were in the city to see a Louis Tomlinson concert. He was like, "oh cool cool." Clearly not really knowing who I was talking about. Just kept chatting. Then he asked how we found the shop if we'd never been tattooed there before and I was like...well...this is where Louis got a tattoo.

He pushed back away from me and said, "LOUIS TOMLINSON!! LOUIS TOMLINSON I KNOW WHO THAT IS. That shit was insane!" Another artist heard him and was like "Louis Tomlinson?? We had to turn the phones off for a week after he came in!" And Brandon said, "I wasn't even there and I woke up to THOUSANDS of DMs on Instagram." The other artist said people from all over the world were calling the shop. I was cry laughing at this point and Brandon is laughing. A THIRD artist came over to say it was completely wild for a while after he came in. And I apologized on behalf of Louies everywhere a;sldjkfsa and that maybe it would have been slightly less wild had he not got the tattoo on his ass and posted pics of it. We were both wiping away tears and he was like, "it was obnoxious at the time but it's fucking hilarious looking back on it. Eric (that's the one who did Louis' tattoo) has a fan page and someone wrote a song about him!"

Anyway, it was both hilarious and embarrassing lol and I did not expect to cry laugh while getting my first tattoo 😆

394 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

#2

Ace of Spades

Series by @allwaswell16 for @1daboficfest

♠️ Amazing poster by @nouies ♠️

Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic.

Or Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

Part 2: St. Elena

When Harry’s illness worsened, the crew of the Ace of Spades sailed to the island home of Captain Grim.

An Ace of Spades timestamp from Zayn’s point of view

{A pirate a/b/o au ♠️ Explicit ♠️ 80k}

528 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Day 1 without Louis: Already suffering

726 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

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#I'm- #an idiot #listen...yes i reblog myself...BECAUSE OF FIC RECS #this is embarrassing #but also i'm feeling some kind of way that all my popular posts are being a dumb ass about louis #that part is correct

[kpopandmusicpassion]

Our Human

SHINee

Taemin Omega

Others Alphas

The stupid little village finally decided to make peace with the nearby larger wolf village.They were using Kellyn as a negotiator.They didn't have any idea how to make a peace treaty.Jonghyun and Taemin were the first ones to enter the hut. Kels was the first to greet them.The two wolves eyes were glued to the beautiful young woman.

"Welcome, Alpha.Omega.I'm Kellyn call me Kels."She bowed respectfully.

"Hi there, Doll.I'm Luna Taemin."He said flirting.

"I'm Alpha Jonghyun."He smiled.

"As I'm sure you know these idiots finally want to have peace with you guys and have no idea what they are doing."She said glaring at the village chief who looked angrily embarrassed.

Taemin cackled.Jonghyun just looked amused.Suddenly three more Alphas arrived.They couldn't keep their eyes off the girl.She squirmed under their gazes.

"There's an easy solution for this treaty."Taemin said smirking.

"How?We'll do whatever it takes."The chief says.

"Kels becomes our mate." Jonghyun answers.

Kels eyes widened in disbelief. Aren't all 5 wolves in front of her mates?Why would they want a normal boring human girl like her?

"Deal.She's yours.She's still a virgin too."He said.

She spun around fire in her eyes."And just how the hell do you know that, creep?"

"Cause all the young men have tried to sleep with you for years.No one has succeeded otherwise he would be bragging to the whole town someone finally fucked the 22 year old prude."He laughed causing Taemin to pull her into his chest while they growl angrily at the chief.

"Come on, Doll.Let Alpha take care of it and we can start heading home."Taemin said as he lead her out with the other three Alphas.

"We are taking her with us but you can forget the peace between us.You openly insulted our future mate. "He growls storming out.

It didn't take him long to catch up with his mates.Taemin was talking to her about how good the Alphas felt in him and how they'd make her feel amazing.She was so red and they could smell her nervousness and embarrassment.

"Taemin, stop embarrassing our, Little Rose."Jonghyun said his horse trotting up beside the horse the Lunas were riding on. He stopped them grabbing Kels from the horse and put her in front of him on his horse as they sped up to get home faster.

About 30 minutes later they arrived to the wolf village.There were a lot of wolves who walked out curious about the new scent.As soon as they were off the horses a few young men came up to them.

"Hi!I'm Jaemin!"A pink haired wolf said excitedly.

She gave him a shy small. "I'm Kellyn.Please call me Kels."

Jaemin hugged her.She didn't even think about it before she hugged him back.When he pulled back he looked sheepish.

"Sorry.I forgot not everyone is okay with hugs."He apologized.

"I don't mind.I'm an affectionate person myself.In my dumb little village I only had a few friends and my parents to hug and everything so I don't mind affectionate friends."She looks towards Jonghyun to make sure he's not angry and has absolutely no objections.

He just gives her a nod so she knows it's alright.He's actually quite surprised how much she knows of wolf behavior seeing as she was raised in an all human village.Taemin and the other Alphas watched happy to see the young men making friends with their new Luna.

"I'm Shotaro."

"I'm Renjun."

"I'm Mark."

"I'm Sungchan."

"I'm Sehun."

"I'm Soobin."

"I'm Ni-Ki."

"Jeno."

"Jisung."

"Kai."

"Chenle."

"Haechan."

"Jay."

"Sunoo."

"Jungwon."

"Jake."

"Beomgyu."

"Kai Kamal Huening."

"Taehyun."

"Yeonjun."

Taemin took her and the pups to the UniVerSe Cafe.She met so many more people including shy Alpha Jaehyun and feisty Omega Taeyong.She was smitten by the two and soon met their two other Alpha mates Johnny and Yuta.

"Hi! Nice to meet you.I'm Kels."She smiled at them kindly.

"She is our new human mate.We were gonna go through with the treaty until they insulted our Luna."Taemin said scowling about the Chief.

"So Jonghyun seriously didn't go through with it because he was an ass to me?Can we at least bring my family and friends over here?"She asked worried the villagers would go to war for some stupid reason and her important people would get hurt or even killed."Most of the people over there are complete idiots.I don't want them to get hurt because the Chief started a war with another village."

"We can do that, Doll.I have to say I don't doubt that little village of yours will get in trouble."Taemin said.She was squished between Taemin and Jaemin in a booth with Mark and Shotaro.Across from them sat Taeyong, Sehun, Johnny, Yuta, Renjun, and Jaehyun as they got to know Kels.Taeyong and Mark ended up rapping.

"M.Lee & TYTrack! Holy shit! Really?"She was glowing with happiness.They looked surprised she knew their rapper names.She started gushing about their music and how much it helped her friends and how much it just makes her extremely happy.They blushed pleased yet slightly embarrassed by the Luna's high praise.

"Do you guys sing or rap or anything?"She asked curiously.

"My mates sing."Taeyong said proudly.

"Jaehyun?Can I hear you sing then Yuta and Johnny, please?"She asked.He started singing and she squealed.

"Yoonoh!"He looked surprised too.He wasn't as popular as his mates so he never thought she would know him.He doesn't have many songs unlike his more widely known mates. She looks at the other 2. "You must be Youngho and Tuya! That's awesome! I'm a huge fan of you guys!"

They all looked pleasantly surprised by the girl's confession. They were flattered by the new Luna's love for their music. They are very proud of what they do since music means a lot to them.