#omega is a trouble maker

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Tender Love and Care Bonus Chapter

Otherwise known as- I am my own target audience.

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You were awoken by a soft hand caressing your hair. The motion comforting and gentle, the controller of the hand being cautions to not snag any stray pieces. You didn’t want to open your eyes, content to lay in the stillness of the intimate moment forever, and so was Eskel.

He loved getting up before you, being able to just sit and observe you for as long as he liked. He could take note of how your plush lips pouted and lashes cast over your cheeks till he passed out from exhaustion. However, he and you had places to be today. You had promised to visit your family in a few months’ time—human time that is. The lush greenery of summer surrounded you both indicating that it was time.

Eskel leaned over you. A stay piece of hair falling out of the braid you had given him last night dangling in front of his face. He was probably giving goldilocks Geralt a run for his money in the length department at this point, but Eskel didn’t care. Feeling you at his back, carding your fingers through it before bed was one of his favorite ways to end the day. Not his favorite mind you, but certainly the best way after a long and tiring hunt, or a day of stress.

As Eskel leaned down to kiss your forehead the stay piece of hair found purchase on your face, causing you to scrunch up your nose at the unexpected sensation. Eskel let out a low chuckle as he kissed your forehead.

“Open your eyes little bird, it’s time to start our day”

You cracked one eye up as Eskel hovered over you. The glow of the mid-morning light cascading through the trees illuminating Eskel in a golden halo. The light danced on loose strains of hair, pirouetting with a flourish to show off it’s sparkle before leaping off.

You’re gazing was interrupted as the same piece of hair came back to tickle your face. You gave a nasty glance at the offending hair section before using a puff of air to blow it out of your face.

The sound of your combined laughter echoed off the trees around you, leaving the ghost of mirth in the forest long after you both had left.

~

You were currently sitting in the garden alone, sketching peacefully as your waited for your father. He hadn’t said he was coming to meet you but you figured it out. Your mother had asked for Eskel’s help in trying to categorize a type of creature she had found while out on a walk. You knew there wasn’t a single damn species your father or any of the past kings hadn’t already written about. She was trying to spilt the two of you up, presumably so your father could talk to you without the weird semi-confrontation he and Eskel always had.

 The rustle from behind you made you pause in where you were shading in a bench

“So what was so important you had to get me alone in secret?” You turned to see you father looking mock offended that you would even suggest a thing. His hands on his waist, mouth opening and closing.

As if it was any surprise to you where Jaskier got it.

“How could you even-“ You cut him off with a look that said “really?” He laughed a little before coming to join you on the bench, his hands folded in his lap.

“So your mother has been telling me about what all it means that you and….. Eskel are mated” You decided to forgive your father’s poor hiding of his distaste for your lover, more intrigued by what he was getting at.

“She told me it was, kind of like a marriage, but more symbolic and physical and less official. And I was thinking…” Your father worried his lip and took a deep breath.

“I was thinking I’d like for the two of you to have my blessing to married by fae law when you’re ready.” You father stared off into the distance as you held your breath. Tears pricking at your eyes slightly.

“Dad” emotion laced your voice as you gazed at him, happy he finally accepted the two of you.

“And as you know tradition dictates that all potential sutors of the royal family must-“

“Dad” you said, this time laced with annoyance, somehow getting the feeling this confession was half motivated by your father wanting to torture Eskel for 13 hours.

“Oh please y/n, your mother ran the labyrinth for me. It’s tradition.”

“Eskel’s already made it through the labyrinth.”

“With your brother, that doesn’t count. What? Are you afraid he won’t make it?” You gave your father a sideways glance

“No, I’m sure he’ll make it just fine. Do you really want me to get married someday or do you just want to torture my partner for a while?”

He once again had a gesture of mock offense.

“I’ll have you know your mother has thoroughly convinced me that Eskel is great for this role. He already lives an expanded lifespan, he’s acquainted with different creatures and negotiating with them, magic doesn’t bother him. He’s perfect” You father threw his hands in the air in a grand sweeping gesture.

“Well… almost perfect. We will need to do something about that whole “not being able to have children’ thing. I do have a bloodline to continue after all.”

“You will do no such thing until we’ve discussed it.” You stated firmly, knowing how much your father loved to meddle

“….. to late”

“Excuse me?!” Your father put his hands up in a defensive manner.

“It’s not my fault he’s so trusting of what your mother feeds him.”

“Oh and I suppose it was all mother’s plan then?” You gave your father a glare

“Would you believe me if I said yes it actually was?” you father responded playfully, trying to defuse the situation. He slid over and wrapped an arm around you.

“Sooooooo, can he run it today?” You rolled your eyes

“You’re the king, you could drop him at the start right now. You don’t need my permission.”

“True but I need you to promise not to meddle. This needs to be a true test. No hints or cheating.”

You took a deep breath before resigning yourself.

“Fine”

The next few hours were going to be long as hell.

~

The fact that teleporting here didn’t have a physical sensation disoriented Eskel slightly. One minute he was enjoying tea and pastries with your mother while searching through the library for a description on the little ferret/ fox thing she had seen and the next he was standing at the entrance to the maze that encompassed the kingdom. Tea cup still in hand.

He turned to see your father adorned in a strange armor of sorts. Resting against a tree with a cool demeanor.

“What’s going on here?” Eskel squared his shoulders slightly, knowing full well your father was dangerous and also did not like him.

“A rite of passage of sorts” you father’s tone was playfully sinister. A man who knew he was in control of everything at this very moment.

“For what?”

“To make sure you are worthy enough to have my daughter” Eskel’s eye became set at this.

“What do I need to do?” You father smirked at the determination in Eskel’s eyes. He gestured to the castle in the distance.

“Make it back to her.” He walked up next to him, then straight through Eskel as the final words whispered through the air.

“You have 13 hours”  

~

Eskel wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he was quite preoccupied the last time he was in the jungle of walls or it was Jaskier’s presence with him then, but now? Now he couldn’t help the eerie feeling that crept up his back as he walked. It was as if the very structure was living, and watching. He swore every turn he made was being tracked. He stopped and took a breath, trying to focus on you through your bond. He looked out ahead at the miles of path to go, determination struck in his eyes.

~

Eskel was progressing far quicker than your father would have hoped. Your father did in fact want Eskel to succeed, but he wanted the run to actually be a challenge. Turns out Eskel’s superhuman abilities gave him quite the edge. Any living threat your father tried to throw at him, Eskel could hear before they actually got to him, and could avoid easily. Manipulating the walls and floor was more effective, but it barely slowed Eskel’s momentum. He could catch himself before he fell into a trap and could outthink his way through re-routes.  

‘The challenge would have to come from the time then’ You father pondered what he could do to was Eskel’s time before he grinned and made to cast a spell out the window.

~

You saw the bubble flying through the air above the garden, surely something your father was sending to imped Eskel. Your father wasn’t playing fair. He almost never played fair.

Fight fire with fire I suppose.

You let a small spell waft up as a tiny bubble. The small thing catching up to it’s much larger counterpart before fusing with it.

~

Eskel wasn’t sure how he got here. He was standing in a ballroom, at a masque ball. He had always loved masquerades. People treating him warmly and fondly when all they saw was a mask. Not looking in fear at him but laughing in joy at good company.

He walked around the room, enjoying the warm atmosphere. Fresh food lay about on various tables, and there were many places for guests to sit and enjoy one another. He had been enjoying a glass of some liquor and observing the intricate patterns of the dancers when one caught his eye. She was swaying gracefully, a red mask covered in ruby and garnet covered her face, gold wings spreading out from the mask’s end to her ears. It was only after a second that her realized. It was you.

He searched for you in the sea of dancers but he had lost you. All of the colors blurring together as his eyes were frantic to catch a glimpse of red. He was shocked out of his search by a light tap on the shoulder, turning quickly to be greeting with your loving gaze. He made to speak before you raised a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, he’ll be listening for your voice” You looked around the room quickly before leading him onto the dance floor.  As you two began to swirl around you leaned in close to him.

“Eskel do you remember what you were doing before this?” Eskel made to answer but remember your advise and shook his head no.

“You were trying to find something, get somewhere. Where was it? What was it?’ Eskels eyes dawned in realization as he remembered running the labyrinth for your father. Was this the end? Did he make it and not remember? You noticed the confusion in Eskel’s eyes.

“This is all a dream caused by a spell. My father is trying to get you to waste time. You’ve been asleep four hours already.” Eskel took in a sharp breath, he had to get out of here fast.

“Don’t worry, once you break the spell and wake I will have a friend there to help you. He can’t guide your way, but he should be able to stop my father from meddling any further.” With that you quickly kissed the underside of his jaw before disappearing once more into the sea of dancers.

Eskel looked around for a way to escape. It was only then he realized, the ballroom had no exits. All opening just lead to more ballroom. He was standing in the middle of the dance floor when a glimmer caught his eye. A grand glass chandelier was hung on the ceiling by a singular rope. Eskel grabbed a bow and arrow off of a guest, dressed bizarrely as a grotesque cupid.  Quickly taking aim and firing, the arrow hit its mark and nearly snapping the rope. The chandelier swayed for a moment as the rope frayed and frayed before breaking, letting the massive structure fall to the floor.

Eskel closed his eyes and threw up his hands to shield himself from the shards of glass. When he opened them he was greeted by a tree branches shading him from overhead. He sat up slowly, trying once again to get his bearings. He quickly noticed he was missing his red striped gambison. He looked around for it when he noticed a great beast ahead of him.

It was huge. Many feet larger than himself and wide. It was covered in hair like fur with horns atop it’s head. Face wrinkly, with it’s lower jaw protruding outward. The creature was sitting down, intently trying to put on Eskel’s gambison. Slowly growing frustrated and sad as the leather refused to yield over the creatures massive arm.

Eskel moved cautiously toward the beast. Just he was nearing it he saw the creature slump it’s shoulders in defeat, letting the armor fall to the ground, the sleeve still stuck on it’s wrist. Eskel chuckled at it’s child-like behavior.

“Looks like we may need to get you a bigger size. Are you the friend y/n sent to me?” The beast perked it’s ears and grinned at Eskel, standing up on two legs to tower over Eskel. It shook it’s arm to trying and remove the piece of clothing still attached.

“Here let me.” Eskel took the beast’s arm with great care a slowly removed the gambison, eyes switching between what he was doing at the creature’s reaction. After he had removed it, he put the jacket back on.

“Thank you” he nodded at the creature and received one in return. Looking around for a path to being his journey again.

~

True to your word, Eskel was not bothered again as he made his way to the castle. Walls stopped moving on there own accord and the ground stopped giving way beneath him. Creatures did still trying to stop him, but he didn’t need to avoid them. They all turned around once they caught sight of his fuzzy companion.

He made it past the entrance to the city that lay underneath the castle—his new friend refusing to enter with him-- before he was stopped by a small line of…. ‘soldiers”? There was about a dozen of what Eskel assumed were the goblins he heard you and Jaskier talk about. All clad in makeshift helmets and armed with odd stabbing weapons.

“what ‘re we sposed to do?” one goblin whispered very loudly to the one next to it.

“sposed to stop him” The other whispered back.

“k you go first” The first one replied, now not bothering to whisper at all.

“not going first, he’s too spikey, you first” The second one shoved the first, which knocked him into the goblin behind him. Soon the whole herd of them were yelling and fighting with one another. Eskel stepped over the line before making his way toward the castle.

~

Eskel made his way to the throne room and was greeted by your father sitting on his throne. He looked up and appeared to be shocked Eskel was standing before him.

“How did you get up here so fast? The guard was supposed to stop you.” You father sat at attention.

“That’s the king’s guard?”

“There’s a reason the labyrinth is our main defense mechanism.” Eskel held back a laugh at your father’s bitter tone.

“This run should be disqualified” Eskel was about to protest when your mother spoke up from behind him, entering the throne room.

“Now you and I both know that denizens of the kingdom are allowed to help if they so choose.”

You father grumbled in his seat, crossing his arms.

“Figures today of all days the rock monster goes out on a stroll and takes a liking to him” Eskel was curious about his companion but his mind was quickly elsewhere as he heard hastened footsteps coming his way. Eskel had barely turned around when you launched yourself into his arms. Burying your head into his neck as laughter overtook the both of you.

Eskel sat you down and you beamed at one another. The moment being lost as your father let out a loud ‘ah hem”.

You were having none of it and gave it right back at him.

“Don’t you have something you need to say now papa?” You asked, looking expectantly at your father. Watching him smile to himself.

“You have my blessing…… I guess” You mother gave his shoulder a light smack.

“Knock it off, I know for a fact you like him better than any of the people Julian has brought home” A shiver ran down your father’s spine before he quickly spoke

“You’re right as always my dear, Eskel welcome to the family”

You looked up at him and smiled as you saw the satisfaction reflect on Eskel’s face.

“Now run along you two, before I change my mind” Your father’s threat was empty but you still dragged him out regardless. Running through the halls of the castle as the quickly setting sun cast your shadows on the walls.

You lead Eskel out to the garden just as the moon started to rise.

“If I may, I’d like to finish that dance now”

Eskel spun you around the garden, the night sky reflecting in both your eyes as you gazed at one another.

~

You father was perched on the windowsill, letting the cool night breeze wash over his back as he observed your mother who was steadily working on crocheting some baby stockings.

“You know they’re not going to need those for a while.”

“Says you” She said, not looking up from her work.

“Yes says me, because I told y/n what you did’

“You what?” You mother looked up at your father, furious that he had ruined her perfectly laid out plan.

“Love, even for the fae, lying to your daughter because you want grandchildren is a bit much” Your father smiled as your mother crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. She huffed dramatically before setting the yarn away in the side table while rolling her eyes. She gazed at the glass butterfly that sat on her nightstand for a moment.

“You don’t think Julian will be upset when he finds out were going to give y/n the crown do you?”

“Upset? He’ll be ecstatic.” Your father sighed “That boy ain’t right. He’s the only person I know that would rather be chased and sleep on the group rather than have a constant comfortable place to rest his head.”

You mother continued to gaze at the figure

“He’s a free spirit” She laid down to go to sleep as your father turn around to look out the window—mesmerized as he watched two stars dance across the night sky.

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[theblueflower05]

Yawnyewla(Broken Heartedness) | Part Two

A/N: It has been a crazy month or so, real life has brutalized me. Sorry you guys are getting this chapter later than planned Avatar + the Omegaverse has been my comfort lately. @cinetrix you have been especially supportive and I lova ya bby. Thank you for making me some Mega Neteyam to keep my writing brain on! The art below is made by her and omg right?

Word Count: 10k+

Warnings: Alien sex. Alien Genitalia. Oral sex(female and male receiving), Fingering(female and male receiving) Cursing. Angst(it’s me, duh) and mild talks about past grooming. Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics.

Summary: You’re the Metkayinan Olo’eykete in training, but sometimes even you buckle under the crippling pressure. Will Neteyam be there to comfort you?

Omega Neteyam x Female Alpha Reader

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Part Three>

You only ever touch me in the dark,

Only when we’re drinking can you see my spark.

And only in the evening would you give yourself to me,

Cause the night is your woman and she’ll set you free

-Lies, Marina and the Diamonds

Your life had always been ruled by carefully crafted routine. Early mornings as the sun rose on the glittering sea, and late nights after most were tucked away.

Being the eldest daughter in any family came with its own list of responsibilities. But for you, the eldest of the reigning Olo’eyktan and Tsahik who also happened to be an Alpha, it seemed like you had been born with duty running through your bloodstream. Burdened with glorious purpose.

It had been clear from an early age just what was expected of you. A life, lived for your people, was your destiny.

And at most times that was okay.

You were happy to serve, it was in your nature to care for others. Good Alpha’s, your mother had taught you, are not ruled by ego. Or violence. Strength comes from within, is a honed skill like fishing or net weaving. Strength is taking care of your family. Helping the elderly and the young. Making sure everyone has a full belly before they lie their head down for bed.

You we're a good Alpha, or at least you tried to be. You knew you could be if you tried. If you could just be calm for long enough to focus.

Ronal liked to say that you were more like the ocean than anyone she had ever met. She had birthed the sea incarnate- with its strong crashing, never faulting, waves. It’s vastness. It’s life-giving vitality.

And its wild nature.

There was something unsettled about you. Deep down, you would never be still. There was a need to learn. Explore. To fight and scream and run. An untamed side of you that Ronal and Tonowari had watched with equal parts amusement and hesitancy during your childhood.

From a young age you’d jumped from the highest cliffs. Sailed out past the reef. Engaged in fights with warriors twice your size, Limping away from tussles with a crimson tinged grin and your big blue eyes sparkling.

The older you get, the more you try to temper it. You desperately attempt to shove it somewhere hidden and out of sight. You can't be what anyone wants you to be with all of this restlessness inside of you. You can't support your father's throne or keep your people healthy-

There’s no room for it. For you, at your core. In your soul.

No one wants a wild woman.

You’d heard it before, it had left a bitter taste in your mouth and a stain on your heart.

In your younger years you were a bit of a trouble maker, but you’d like to think you'd reformed. If only a little bit. It’s not like you truly had the time to get into messes anyway.

Especially not at this time of year.

Though it’s sacred, a time for joy and festivity, it’s exhausting. To say the least. With the Iknimaya ceremony and The Return of the Tulkun looming in the very near future, the village of Awa’atlu was a buzz.

There’s preparations to be made. And endless list of duties to fulfill-

And yet, this migration cycle, you lag.

Usually, you run around like an austrapede(chichen like creature) with its head cut off. Heading to your parents every word. Not getting a moment to truly breathe, your sole focus on making sure that the ceremonies went smoothly-

Something else entirely has your attention. A certain golden eyed man that had bewitched you completely.

You thought you had known infatuation before Neteyeam.

You've certainly had crushes before.

There had been others who caught your eye, definitely.

But this? You’d never felt anything close to this. You think about him when you awake in the morning and before you fall asleep. When you’re not with him, you're aching for the moment that you can find time to slip away and get your hands back on his hard, muscle corded body. Your mind constantly assaults you with images of him. His broad shoulders and long braids. His mouth, swollen and puffy. His deep moans as you bring him over the edge-

“Look at you” Your good friend, Akime, grunts through a laugh. Breaking you from your reverie.

You’d been sat with a group, working on repairing weapons for the Great Hunt that would ensue after the Iknimaya trials.

But Neteyam had walked by with his father.

Doing something mundane, toting heavy woven baskets to the big main Mauri for dinner. His arm muscles bulging in a way that had you greedily tracing his form. He’d only given you a small nod in acknowledgement as he passed. An even smaller smile.

“Shut your mouth-and focus on your whittling. I pity the poor soul who ends up with that lopsided spear” you retort with a roll of your eyes.

You're not embarrassed about being caught ogling. You knew you weren't the only one. The Omiticayan transplant was one of the most gorgeous Omega’s that had ever stepped foot on the islands. Everyone was a bit dazed.

“He’s very pretty, I'll give you that. But he’s so stand offish- I could never see you with a mate like that, yawne(beloved)” Akemi was your closest confidant outside of your family.

A Beta who stood much taller than you and had the brawn of two men but was the kindest Na’vi you’d ever met. A gentle giant so to speak. He wore his dark hair pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck most days and black ink tattoo’s swirled around most of his body. A decorated warrior and hunter with the tattoos to prove it.

Everyone had assumed the two of you would mate, until he met his husband. Another Beta Male from one of the smaller islands. The two had all but raised Akemi’s cousin, Roxto, after the abrupt and tragic passing of the younger boy's parents.

“He’s really not,” you sigh, shaking your head as you sharpen the blades.

“Oh? I don't think I've ever heard him speak more than a few words at a time. And he always has that look on his face- like he swallowed a Wonwon fruit(lemon like fruit)”

Neteyam has many skills, you’d learned as you’d spent endless hours training him. Being a social butterfly is surely not one of them. He clams up around big groups, gets nervous and awkward. You find it endearing, even though you know the Omega is really hard on himself for it. He’s actually really funny and easy to talk to when you get to know him.

“He’s shy, be nice” you chide your friend easily. “There is nothing wrong with him not wanting to gab all day with any and everyone”

“Hah! I guess your loud skxawng ass can talk for the both of you. You never shut up” Akemi dodges the small shell you throw at him “But really, he’s so different then what you usually go for-” Akemi goes on and if it was anyone else you’d shove them off. Tell them to mind their own business.

Neteyam had made it clear that he wanted to keep what the two of you had under wraps, at least for now. And even though that wasn't what you particularly wanted, you respected his wishes.

“And what is it I usually go for, pray tell?” your brow bone rises, confrontational and curious.

“People just as annoying as you” Akemi dead pans and you can’t help but snort “You like Na’vi who challenge you. Who are just as bold and loud and daring. Is he not too…soft for you, my friend?”

In the past you had been attracted to men and women who matched the spark in you. And it had always ended in misery. In yelling and fighting and you questioning if you're meant to be alone because in partnerships you seem to always chase away the other.

But with Neteyam it’s different. He isn't a challenge, he doesn't want to knock you down a peg or make you change…he only wants to be your equal.

“Just because he’s quiet doesn't mean he’s soft” you defend the Omega like he’s your own, because that’s all you want. You want to wear his bite “He’s actually the fiercest warrior I’ve ever trained. His skillset is unmatched. I mean, I can keep up with him. But just barely”

Akemi chews this over. Continuing to carve at the spear in his hands “It sounds like he’s impressed you” and that's not an easy feat. You both know. “I'm excited to see his performance for the Iknimaya”

You are too. You can't wait to watch Neteyam shine.

The ocean had not been his chosen terrain, but oh. How beautiful it had been to watch him master it. He rode Tsurak like he had been doing so for years. Uses the crossbow like it had been made just for him.

You liked your partner's competent, and Neteyam checked every. Single. Box.

“If he has you caught in his net, why don't you announce your courtship?” Akemi questions because he knows he can. That he’s your best friend and that you and those walls and that strong strong heart can be open with him.

You hesitate. Chew on your lip for a moment.

“He’s not ready for anyone to know yet” the words are hard. You get it. Neteyam’s not a fledged “adult” member of the Metkayina yet. But many court before their rites, before mating.

“Y/N…”Akemi sighs and it makes your hackles rise.

“It’s fine. It makes sense. He’ll come around after his Iknimaya- that’s the only reason why” you insist to your friend. To yourself.

Akemi purses his lips before he speaks. Choosing his words wisely “I hope that is the case, I truly do. But…you’re my closest friend. I only want your happiness, and investing your feelings into someone who doesn't reciprocate isn't the smartest move, yawne. I just don't want to see you fall into any old patterns”

He doesn't want to watch you pledge your love to another man who's going to stomp all over your feelings. It’d been devastating to bare witness to last time.

You don't like to speak of it. Try not to even think of it. But it doesn’t take from the fact that it had happened.

“I will be fine” You insist, a smile plastered on your face, fake as can be “I’d like to think i’m not that stupid anymore”

Akemi’s nostrils flare “You we’re never stupid, you were young. And vulnerable. You know that right-”

“Please” you interrupt him, head shaking firmly “I don't want to get into this now” or ever.

Most people know not to push you.

That you’d fight back tooth and nail when you feel threatened- but much like your family. Akemi isn't scared of your claws and slick mouth. He’s very much going to push the issue- but is interrupted before he can.

It’s Ao’nung and Roxto, coming down the beach.

Rough housing, tails bumping each other. Even if he hadn't been Akemi’s kin, Roxto would be your favorite of your little brothers friends. He kept Ao’nung in check.

“Y/N!” your brother calls as he approaches- “Sempul wanted you. Says he needs you to help with the Mauri renovations or something.”

He plops down beside you, all the way in your personal space, and you give him a look. Overgrown man-child. Whatever was he going to do when mother had the new baby and he wasn't the youngest anymore?

Roxto stays standing, greeting you politely like the good boy he was. Akemi had done wonders raising him. He turns to his cousin and speaks about plans for dinner for their grandmother.

“When?” you question. You really had hoped you’d be left out of that project, you weren't much of an architect and painting and plastering all day was b o r i n g beyond compare.

“This afternoon” Ao’nung continues.

“But I’m training Neteyam later” you push, your stomach dropping at the thought of not getting to spend your usual time with the Omega. It seems like these days the trainings were few and far between- and after his Iknimaya, he wouldn't need them at all.

“Not today. Tsireya’s gonna have all of ‘em, free diving practice I think” Ao’nung continues, as he reaches for your canteen. Taking big sloppy drink.

“But-”

“Fathers orders, not mine” Ao’ shrugs and you know that he’d had no part in the decision making. Was only an unfortunate messenger.

Still. You snatch your leather canteen with a hiss, standing up. “That's mine, you little freeloader. I hope you’re going to be helping Tsireya with her lessons, your still on thin ice from the Lo’ak incident”

“I am going to help!”

“Good, you better be nice to them” you warn as you gather your belongings and prepare for an afternoon of helping out with Mauris instead of with your sweet Neteyam. Your mood soured greatly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve been nice lately, have I not? Roxto, haven't I been nice?” Aonung turns to his friend who does nod.

“As nice as Aonung can be, yeah” Roxto agrees and Neteyam punches his shoulder playfully, insisting that he had been a damn saint.

“Uhuh. Keep it up. Tsireya will tell me if you so much as whisper one sideways remark. You boys have a good rest of your afternoon” You give Ao’nung a pointed stare, ruffle Roxto’s hair, and pat at Akemi’s shoulder as you depart.

“We’ll continue our conversation later, Y/N!” Akemi warns, your back already turned.

You just wave at him without turning back- happy to have escaped the trauma laden conversation.

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You end up crawling into your bed that night, dead tired. You don't even burrow under your bed mat- instead you lie atop the covers. You have splinters under your nails from the hay like palm that was used to construct the pods. The afternoon had been long and boring, just as you’d known it would be.

But the worst part is that you hadn't gotten the chance to see Neteyam. To taste his saccharine kisses. As you stare at your beamed ceiling you think of only him.

When you fall asleep his face is behind your eyelids.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

After days and days of activity that had seemed to keep the two of you apart, you’re ready to snap. Antsy and eager and needy for just a moment of Neteyam’s time.

The Omega doesn’t seek you out- he just gives you those tiny little smiles and private glances across the fires during communal dinner. It drives you mad, your fingers itch to run through his hair. Your lips want to rerun that familiar path down his chest-

You know he has to miss you as much as you miss him…right?

You don't allow those seeds of doubt to plant. Instead, your brain, desperate for the chemical rush that came with being around Neteyam, begins to plot on how you’d get to see him next.

As you go through the motions of your day, there’s only one thing on your mind and that is the fact that you need to see the Omega.

You have to ask around to figure out where the eldest Sully sibling is- he’s helping out in the orchards. His expertise tree climbing skills of great use.

Hidden in the shadows of the tropical trees, you wait. Lurking like a predator. You feel like a puluakan stalking her prey as you watch Neteyam from a far. He’s helpful and polite, his usual quiet self as he works with the other Metkayina to harvest the ripe fruits and vegetables.

While everyone else starts to head back- he stays. Neteyam insists that can get the ones from the tallest trees on his own. He’s happy to be useful.

Perfect.

You’re a hunter, tried and true. The only place in life where you could hone in on your thin patience, be quiet. Take your time. You move quick and silent, closer to your target. Your heart flutters fast, visibly beating in your throat and your kuru tingling with excitement.

When he’s nearly within arm's reach, right there, you’re prepared to pounce-

-Of course, he pounces first.

A brutal flash of clashing blue as the two of you collide.

It takes all of your strength, years of training, but somehow it ends up with him pinned to the thick base of the Yovo tree. Panting and staring down at you with wide tawny eyes. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk.

“Hi” Though you’re a little breathless from the scuffle, you grin.

One of your hands on his shoulder, fingers digging into the hard muscle there. The other pressed against his waist. So close to him that you can feel his body heat.

“Hi” he’s so beautiful it hurts to look at him for too long. Of course, what most don't know about Neteyam- is that he’s a smart ass “You suck at stalking. I could hear you coming the moment you stepped out of the bush”

“No I don't” You cajole, a bubble of laughter building in your fast expanding chest “We’ve barely spoken in a week, and the first thing you do is be mean to me? It’s almost as if you didn't miss me at all”

“How are you gonna know to correct your form if I don't tell you?” He jests, struggling a little in your grip for good measure.

You give him a warning hiss.

This little game the two of you liked to play was usually fun, the push and pull of it all. A teasing filled hunter and prey routine that more often than not ended with Neteyam spreading his thighs as he finally let you have him.

You hadn't kissed your boy in days. You didn't have it in you to wait.

“I was hoping you’d want to tell me something other than how shit you think I am at hunting” you sigh, deep, for dramatic effect.

“What kind of other things?” Neteyam’s eyes keep flickering from your own, down to your mouth. His pink tongue peeks out, runs across the plush of his bottom lip and your knees feel a little weak.

“Things like you’ve missed me” you disclose, because you just can't help it. “Cause I’ve missed you”

You can feel him loosen under your hands, the fight draining. His ears twitch, lowering a bit, and his gaze goes unbearably tender.

“I’ve missed you” he confirms after a moment and it's all you need to hear.

You lunge, groaning the moment you're able to feel his kiss. It’s warm and wet. Full of little nips licks that drive you wild because they feel way too good. An all consuming kind of good- you feel him in your bones. When you release him, your grip on his shoulder falters, his arms wrap around you strong and tight.

You pull away, lips tingling and shiny “How much did you miss me?”

He groans and presses his lips back to yours, annoyed as you keep the kiss shallow. Pecks and light presses while he tries to force his tongue into your mouth. You herd even closer, caging him against the bark. His snuffles, cool air through his snout in annoyance “Y/N, come on”

Instead of responding, your hands begin to drift, fingers dragging across his indigo skin as they take their feel. Oh, this body. How you adored it. His strong shoulders and broad torso, all of that rippling muscle so sensitive and clenching under your touch. Your lips leave his, kissing sloppily across his cheek and down the hinge of his jaw. Stopping only when you can press your face into the place on his neck, right behind his ear, where his scent gland was pumping out that hypnotic musk.

Neteyam’s pheromones are like nothing you’ve ever encountered. They’re knock you on your ass strong, for one. You’d been able to smell him from across the beach the first time you’d met him-back when the Sully’s had descended from the sky. For two they’re foreign and unlike anything you’d previously encountered.

He smells of pine, herby and sharp. Of honeyed tree sap. Of fruit you’ve never learned the name of and the dew that stuck to the foliage in the mornings. It tingles in your nose as you inhale deeply, getting greedy lungfuls of his essence. Very much the scent of a virile young Omega in his prime.

Neteyam gets all shivery when you scent him like this. His head lulls to the side as he presents his entire smooth neck to you like a fucking prize.

It’s heady, the way he gives himself to you. How are you not supposed to be in love with him?

“Missed you so much” he whimpers as you lap at the gland “You’ve been so busy. I- ah, oh-” his speech is broken up. Overwhelmed by your mouth assaulting him and your dainty hand attempting to slip under his tweng “I didn't want to bother you”

You don't pull away when you speak, can't manage to tear your mouth from its ministrations. Instead, your words vibrate right into his skin “Please bother me, paskalin(sweet berry). Bother me all the time”

His laughter is as sweet as his scent, and you want to bathe in it.

Neteyam is an indulgence and you're gluttonous for him.

Screw your duties, whatever was waiting for you back at the village could do just that. Wait. It’s a bit scary how quickly you’re willing to put everything on the back burner if it meant you could spend just one sun drenched afternoon with him.

He looks good, in the shade of the palms. His eyes closed and cheeks flushed as the two of you ravage each other. Your hips knocking into one and other as you desperately rub against him through the layers of your clothing.

You’re completely wrapped up in him. You don't realize how much time you’ve spent just kissing him. You know that you’re needed for just about a billion different things but as you taste his spit you can't remember to care.

When you begin tugging at the cords of his tweng he sobers a bit, squirming. “What if someone sees, the gathering group might return”

“Fuck them” you mindlessly mutter, working at the blasted knots. You want his cock. You need to taste him on your tongue.

Neteyam huffs in amusement, reaching down to undo them for you. He always makes it look so easy with those long nimble fingers.

When he’s freed from his confines, your quick hands are all over him. Pawing at his bare inner thighs, groaning when your fingertips run along his dripping slit. You can already feel his manhood, rock hard, and poking out from the protective sheath of his body.

Neteyam is gorgeous and so, so sensitive. He’s throwing his head back, braids grinding against the bark as you play with him. Getting him all wet and messy between his strong thighs.

“Oh shit- shit, Y/N” he wheezes as you grasp his member in your hand, stroking him until he’s standing proud and fully erect.

Neteyam’s very much well endowed. He’s got girth yes, but Eywa he’s long. You wonder what it would be like to take him inside of you. You’re so sure that he would hit places that no other had before. You clench around nothing, can feel your knot internally swell, just dying to contract around him and milk him dry.

You can't, sadly. Not yet. Or you’d lay him down and sit right on his cock this very moment.

Instead you give him everything else. He’s moaning low in his throat as he squirms, and his hands disappear in your hair. Your eyes fight the urge to roll when his fingernails skritch at your scalp just right.

You're sinking then, down onto your knees. You want to taste him and your eager mouth envelopes his mushroom cock head at once. His earthy sweet taste explodes across your tastebuds and you don't know who moans louder, you or Neteyam.

You enjoy giving oral pleasure, you always had. It makes you feel powerful. You control Neteyam as you suckle on his manhood. When your hands come to play, inching down towards his hole he grunts and bucks hard. Your throat constricts around him with a gag.

Its so sexy. The way he chases his release makes you burn.

His virgin hole is tight, the muscles tense as you circle it with your fingers. The sounds Neteyam gurgles above you make it clear that he doesn't want you to stop. It’s a beyond snug fit as you push a single digit in.

The darker man practically sings. His abdominals clench and you’re pretty sure he’s about to blow-

When suddenly his hands fisting your locks go from holding you close, to pushing you away. You’re only haughtily confused for a moment.

The two of you freeze.

Sensitive ears twitching as the sound of crunching footsteps in the distance.

The orchard is large and full of fruit trees and bushes, making an escape without getting caught is easy enough. You slip behind an enormous berry bush, hidden easily by the thorned shrubbery. You’re vibrating with the thrill though, as you and Neteyam avoid being spotted. Just barely.

You don't think you would have minded if anyone would have caught you on your knees pleasuring your beautiful Omega.

Neteyam on the other hand doesn't look as happy as you. He actually seems kind of spooked. Crouching low and alert as the voices hum in the distance he re-ties his tweng with shaky hands. He doesn't relax until they pass and even then his shoulders stay tense.

“It’s okay, I never get caught, don't worry” You press a comforting hand to his side, and he sighs. Leaning into your touch despite himself.

You can tell the moment of passion is over and you hate it, although it probably is for the best.

“I have to go” you’re mournful of the fact” I’m sure they’re looking for me, back at the village”

His face falls, a little frown that’s cuter than it should be marring his features “Okay…”

You cup his cheek on your palm, making him look at you “We’ll get to be together soon, yes? I’m going out of my mind, I need make you come again”

Neteyam bites the inside of his lip hard “Soon” he agrees.

It takes everything for you to leave him in the orchard and not drag him straight to your bed.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

There are more moments like these as the weeks go on.

Stolen flashes of intimacy.

The two of you sneaking in kisses and groping touches wherever you can. It's always white hot, and over way too soon and somehow you feel even more desperate and strung out after them. Like you’re only getting a taste of what you so desperately want to savor.

You think you’re handling it pretty well. Hiding your split attention-

It all comes to a head at dinner.

The Inknimaya celebrations are only days away and the largest Mauri, the communal one right in the center of the village is packed to the brim with buzzing Na’vi.

You’re sat with your family and a group of high standing village leaders at the head of the meal. Tsireya on one side of you and your very pregnant mother on the other. Your Father sits, right in the middle, and Ao’nung to his side.

There is discussion of the rites and who will be present to officiate them and witness them.

You’re barely listening, so exhausted it’s hard to keep your eyes open. You could blame it on your busy day but really, it's because you and Neteyam had spent last night tangled in each other until the early hours of the morning eclipse.

You meet his gaze from across the crowded room.

Neteyam looks as tired as you feel. And still, he grins. A barely there thing just for you. When his hands move it’s subtle movements while no ones paying attention.

He signs, just the way you’d taught him. Only one word.

Tonight.

“Y/N- are you listening?” It’s your mothers voice, firm and cutting and breaking you from your own head.

“Of course” its an automatic lie as you pick at a piece of fish from your plate. You hadnt heard a thing she’d said.

She gives you THE look. A severe one that could make children cry. Good thing you aren't a child anymore.

You try not to feel too embarrassed by her obvious chiding as you rejoin the conversation.

“We were speaking about the First Hunt- there’s been many Nomura(giant man o war style jellyfish) just beyond the reef. Y/N, what is your stance on this matter?” An elder says, voice weary and weathered.

“This is not out of the norm for this time of year. All will be fine, we can set up a perimeter around the young hunters performing their rites” you nod, affirming him while not feeding into the hysteria. Elder Makiao was an anxious man after all.

“Are we sure that’s smart?” The cutting comment is made by the person you like the least.

Vaeyu is an Alpha and vetted warrior from a good family. He has high standing in the clan, and sits on your fathers council. Tall and broad, with dark ink splashed across his angular face and his meaty right arm almost blacked out with intricate tiny tribal markings.

He’s always got something to say and you sincerely wish that you could tell him to shut the fuck up.

Politics don't work that way, unfortunately. “Why would it not be smart? It is tradition, we will perform the rites as we always have, will we not?”

He nods, mulling it over, his lips pursed “Of course I would like to see them performed as they should be but we have…different members attempting this cycle. I would hate for any of our new Omiticayan friends to be put at even more of a disadvantage then they already are”

A surge of protective anger rages through you- years ago you might have lunged at him. But you’ve learned better, about controlling your own feelings. And about dealing with scum like Vaeyu.

You try to keep the appearance that you’re unaffected, for you know it will only fuel him if he can tell that he’s bothering you “I’m assuming you’re talking about Neteyam?” and you want to kill him for doing so.

“The eldest of the Forest children, yes” He goes on and really. The disrespect is dripping from his tone like venom. The fact that he hadn't even had the decency to refer to Neteyam by his name makes

“Neteyam is not a child” you speak slowly and control your tone. Not allowing your pheromones to spike with your annoyance “He’d already passed his rites back home, and is only repeating the process here out of respect”

Your father, ever observant, can see right through your attempt on staying civil and cuts through the tension with his deep timbre “She is right, he has shown nothing but competence since arriving. And from what I have seen, has excelled in training. I trust my daughter's abilities as a karyu. The boy will be given his chance as all others are”

Tonowari is cheif; he’d always given his people the freedom to question him. The openness to have meaningful conversation.

But everyone knew that directly challenging him is off limits.

“Ah. I see” Vaeyu deducts, using his sharp bladed knife to peel the skin of a fruit “Of course, Olo’eyktan. I trust your judgment. We will just have to hope he can keep up; you know the smell of blood draws those nasty creatures in”

The talks stray onto different topics and you try to get over the bitter taste left in your mouth.

You never want Vaeyu to speak of Neteyam again. If it was up to you the older warrior wouldn't even be able to look in his direction. Neteyam was too good for the likes of him.x

You’re more than happy when the man gets up and makes his leave, retreating for the night with his pregnant mate. Once upon a time the sight of his hand on her lower back and her cradling her stomach would hurt you. Now you’re just relieved as you watch them leave.

Your sister gives you a sympathetic pat on the hand.

The dinner on your plate is picked at, you can barely eat with the excitement of seeing Neteyam again bubbling. Tonight is going to be special. You’re going to give him the necklace you’ve been working on. He liked to act bashful, but you knew he loved your gifts and this one was the most important yet.

You offer Ao’nung the rest of your food, not wanting to waste, and try to make your exit.

“You have been very far away as of late”

Of course it can never be that easy.

Your mother is Tsahik for a reason. She is all knowing, with her keen eye and sharp senses, the tribe likes to say she has special Eywa given powers and you believe it. You just absolutely hate when she uses them on you.

Of course she’d notice you being off, even when you we’re trying so hard to keep it hidden.

“I am not sure I know what you mean” you feign innocence “I have been tired, and very busy, yes”

“No” she continues in that tone of hers. Her eyes that are more green than blue boring into you “That is not it. You have been distracted, and if you do not wish to tell me I will not pry, but I need you to recenter”

“Sanok-” you start with a grumble.

“During the festivities, there will be Metkayina from neighboring islands coming in. I want you to think about what we’ve spoken of, about you finding a mate this cycle”

Your ears pin to your head and you can feel your face get hot. No, she’d spoken and when you’d try to insist that you are not going to go through with an arranged marriage she’d dismissed you.

“I am not interested-”

“In performing your duty? You will be Olo’eykte, you will pass the title down to your children. You need heirs, Y/N. By the time I was your age I was already pregnant with Tsireya” Ronal softens, she can tell how uncomfortable you are but this conversation is vital “I want to give you the space to choose. There will be many eligible Na’vi, all looking to court”

You’re tense all over. By the ways she’s speaking you’d think you were an old woman and not one who had just celebrated her twenty first name day.

“Tell me that you’ll at least think about it- Tonowari, please. Help me here. This is important is it not” Your mother plays dirty and calls your father in for backup.

There is not much on Eywa’Eveng that you could deny your father. You are dedicated to him. Closer to him than anyone else.

When he speaks its gentle and encouraging “We just want you to be happy. You are at the age where you should be starting your own family, I want to meet my grandchildren”

You feel trapped, impossibly so.

Mating had been the one thing that you’d refused to surrender to your chosen destiny. Being the next Olo’ekyte could have everything else but you so deeply wanted to find someone who loved you.

You want to tell them that you think you’ve already found a mate. You’re sure your mom wouldn't like it, wouldn't think Neteyam is suitable but your father would support you. You just know it.

It’s not the time.

Instead you just not tersly “I will consider it. Am I free to go?”

“My daughter…” Tonowari frowns, wanting to reach, but keeping his hands at his side anyway.

“Please. I am tired”

Your father just nods. You dont stay around to hear the worried words your family shares.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The moons are high in the dark, star speckled night sky as you lounge in soft grass. You’d never spent much time here, in the little island forest, before Neteyam and yet now it’s become your oasis.

The hidden spot where you could come and release everything. Your fear and doubts are harbored by the trees. They’re good secret keepers.

“You’re distracted tonight” Neteyam remarks as he meets you in the meadow. It always takes him a little longer to get there, he has to wait for his family to fall asleep before he takes his leave.

“Sorry”

You try to put on a brave face, but when he lies down next to you, both of you on your sides facing on another, and places a large, callused hand on your hip you melt.

He doesn't have to say much to make you soft for him, he’s spent months tenderizing your heart.

“Talk to me” Neteyam urges softly as his thumbs rub patterns into your hip bone. “What happened?”

You close your eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the comfort. “I’m just tired, Tey. I feel like- I can never really satisfy anyone, you know? And I try really hard to.”

He hums in understanding “I do know what that is like. Is this about your parents?”

Your silence is the only answer he needs. You, after all, are rarely ever silent.

“Back home I was going to be Olo’eyktan and while I accepted it, I was always kind of dreading it. Counting down the days until any semblance of my life being my own was over” you don't know it, but he’d never told anyone this. You listen raptly “The responsibility of making sure everyones taken care of, its alot”

You smile, because yeah. Alot is an understatement.

“I’m just letting you know that I know how it feels. Truly. And whenever you need to; we can talk about it, one eldest sibling to another” Neteyam’s kind words go straight to your head. They make you feel dizzy, so cared for and adored.

He’s what you’ve always wanted. All of your fantasies and desires rolled into one. You’re convinced that Eywa had brought him to you. Carried him to you by ikran back on the strong east wind.

You want to mate with him. More than anything, you want to bond him. Would it scare him off if you told him so? You don't want to lose what hasn't even had it’s chance to fully develop.

“I made you something” Your words seem to shock him, if only for a minute, and he groans and rolls his eyes.

“Another gift? Really, Y/N?”

“Don't pretend you don't love them” you tease as you reach for the small satchel you’d brought with you. You grab at its contents and hold it tight in your hand. You’re nervous, terribly so, as you present the jewelry to Neteyam.

This isn't like the spear, or the blanket or the fruit. For Metkayina, this is serious business.

“Oh” he says as you hand over the necklace that you’d spend countless hours working on. “It’s is gorgeous, wow”

He takes it from you and marvles at the care you’d put into it. The necklace is made of leather, and adorned with pieces of carefully polished dark blue seashells. In the center dangles a single pearl, black as night and rare. You’d shucked an endless amount of clams to find one that felt right.

“Do you accept it?” you question as his eyes trace the piece of jewelry.

“Well, I have not rejected any of your gifts yet” Neteyam jokes dryly “I’m not about to start now.”

He doesn't know then. That if he accepts it then he will be accepting your hand. That he will be agreeing to be your mate. In Metkayina tradition, he’d give you a necklace back, one that would sit right where his bite would on your delicate neck.

He requests that you help him put it on but you decline.

This isn't something to adorn tonight, if he still wanted to wear it in the cold light of day you’d be happy to help him fasten it. Once he puts it on, he can never take it off. You’re sure he isn't aware of the fact and you wont trick him- but also don't have the energy to tell him in that very moment.

“Well I can't wear it because your being weird” Neteyam starts, brows knitted “But I still wanna thank you for it”

“Thank me, huh?” you smile as you reach to pet at his braids. Sweet, sweet man.

“Mhmm” Is all Neteyam says as his hand travels from its place on your hip, down, To play with the hem of your pink skirt. It's very clear what he wants, so you roll over onto your back and spread your legs, making it easier for him to get it.

He works you out of your coverings with ease.

Your needy pussy is sticky- strings of wetness stretch between it and your tweng as Neteyam peels it off. He groans at the heady sight. His nostrils flare and his mouth waters.

“You talk so much about how good I taste” Neteyam grumbles into your skin as he presses deep kisses into the skin of your belly, sinking ever lower. Over your naval. He traces the pretty swirling ink of your tattoos, the ones that cradle your hips and lead him right where he wants most.

He mouths at that tender crease between thigh and labia “But your cunt is Eywa sent, I swear. So sweet”

You're panting, chest concaving intensely as his face disappears between your thick thighs. You feel no shame at him staring at where you’re drenched and throbbing for him. If anything you spread wider, showing him the pretty blushing insides of your light blue gash.

Neteyam dives in, nose first. His snout rubbing at your lips, inhaling your essence eagerly. You can't help but smile, happy that he loves the way you smell. That it’s reciprocated. Two of you so compatible.

When his wide tongue laps over your puffy slit, catching on your swollen nub you cry out. Your hands fly to the back of Neteyam’s head, holding onto the braids for support. Tugging ever so slightly, just on the right side of painful. You hump at his face, shoving him closer.

Neteyam’s a messy pussy eater, he dedicates his whole being to getting you off. He uses his entire face; his mouth but also his nose and his chin and cheeks. Soon enough hes completely messy, covered in your slick as he sloppily feasts on you.

“Oh, Great Mother!” you wail when he sits up a bit, hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders, before digging back in. He’s everywhere, there's not one part of your sensitive core that he’s not licked against. “Neteyam!”

When you come for the first time, it's with a violent arch of your back and a squeal. The pleasure makes you seize and shake as it washes over you in a tidal wave. Neteyam rides it out, his mouth following your arching pussy- drawing your orgasm out beautifully.

As you start to come back down, his chin is pillowed on your inner thigh and he's looking up at you with pleased amber eyes. So shy and proud of himself for being able to get you off. His face is sticky and gleaming with your cum. You never want to forget this image of him, you want to engrave this memory somewhere deep and timeless. You think that you will need to visit the Spirit Tree soon.

“Felt good?” he verifies and you grin, nodding, still coming down.

“So good, I love it when you tongue fuck me” you sigh, still spread out for him. Your pussy aches- from over sensitivity. From the need to be touched again.

Neteyam just blushes a little at your vulgar words, sometimes you forget that he’s still very new to all of this. Each time you guys are intimate, he explores a bit more of his sexuality.

He holds your gaze as his fingers begin to toy with your folds. There’s something so erotic about it all, the way that the two of you never break eye contact. Communicating silently as Neteyam rubs at your hard clit. Sharp jolts of pleasure make your hips twitch. But still, you try to be still. Encouraging his tentative touches. When his digit swirls around your hole for a moment before sinking deep your eyes roll until they close and your head presses back into the ground.

You’re meant to be filled, your body designed to squeeze around whatever enters it and not let go. It doesnt care if its a cock or fingers or tongue, your pussy is greedy.

Neteyam bites his bottom lip bloody as he watches your core hungrily eat his fingers. First one, and then two, and then before long he's pumping all there in and out of your wet snatch. A part of him wants to tuck his thumb against his palm and shove his entire fist inside-

He’s rock hard in his tweng, undulating against the ground as he watches your hips chase his hand.

“Knot my fingers” he begs over your pathetic sobs “Please, I wanna feel it.”

It’s too much.

His eager words paired with the constant perfect rhythm in which he’s pumping his digits in and out of you. It’s not hard to grant his request. You cry out as you come, again. This time, you don't stop your body from doing what it instinctually needs to. You reach down between your legs to grab his wrist, firmly pressing his hand to your pulsating pussy. If he wants to feel, you’ll let him. Your knot swells inside of you, impossibly tight, as it locks around Neteyams long fingers.

His wide eyes stare up at you in unfiltered awe as he feels you from the inside. It’s wondrous, like nothing he’s ever experienced. He feels very special in that moment, that he gets to share this with you. Very special and very fucking horny.

“Holy shit” is his clumsy, blunt response to it all. You giggle fondly and shake your head.

“Do you like it?” You inquire as you rhythmically pulse.

He groans and presses his head, his entire face into the safe plush flesh of your thigh “I do” he admits “I want to feel it around my dick so bad”

That starts a whole new round of neediness and the two of you go at it like animals under the bright moonlight, surrounded by fluorescent flora and fauna.

You’d sworn that you’d be smarter- wouldn't stay out as late so that you could go through the upcoming day a little less exhausted but by the time the two of you are done, the sky is painted pinks and purples and the morning eclipse is dawning.

You’re lying with your head pressed to his chest and your leg thrown across his both of his. You know you should get up but you don't want to make the long trek back to the village. You whine about the decided meeting spot as the two of you sit up, knowing that you need to get ready to return.

“Why do we have to go sneaking around in the bush? I do have my own Mauri, you know” you’d sassed him, as you look for your top in the grass.

“And what if someone catches me coming in and out of your place? Yeah, no. I don’t think that is a good idea”Neteyam had protested, flustered at even the thoughts . It would be so obvious.

A frown tugs at your lips at his words. “Would that be so bad?”

There's a pregnant pause before he speaks again “I mean…I thought we had agreed to keep this private. If people start seeing me sneaking in and out of your home at all odd hours it’s not going to be hard for them to put together what’s going on”

Your heart drops a bit at that, and you feel more naked than you had moments before. “What are you…ashamed of what we’re doing?”

“I’m not ashamed…I just don't want that label, Y/N” Neteyam sighs like you’re being unreasonable and it’s like ice water in your veins. “I don't want people to look at me differently because of this”

It's hard to speak around the lump in your throat “Because of what? Me courting you? Why would that cause anyone to feel differently about you?”

“It's just, it’s different for you. There are different expectations in place. You’ve done this before.-”

“As you love to remind me” the laugh that escapes you is humorless as you locate your top and slip it back on. You already feel vulnerable, there's no need to psychically be so too. “ I’ve never once held it against you or made you feel bad about being a virgin, but you constantly throw the fact that I've been with other people in my face.”

“That’s not it-” Neteyam insists as you stand, he tries to reach for you but you side step in and grab your tweng instead. He looks so lost, like he’s trying to untie the knots in his head. You know that Neteyam has a hard time transmuting his thoughts into words and usually you’re patient with him but right now? Right now you’re too hurt to wait for him to find the words to insult you with. “I dont- I dont care if you’ve been with a ton of other people, It doesn't matter to me. That’s not why I feel uncomfortable with the village knowing”

“The mere fact that you’re so eager to call it a ton tells me that it does” you're wrapping the ties of your covering around your tail and ignoring your shaking hands as emotion bubbles up violently “I’ve only ever been intimate with three people, including yourself. Did you know that, Neteyam? I’m not the huge whore that you think me to be”

Neteyam looks down at the ground shamefully. He hasn't even reached for his own tweng yet. It’s like he’s stuck, his head going a mile a minute. Too fast for his body to catch up with.

“When I told you I wanted to court you I wasn't lying. I’m not sure what that means to you, or the people back in the forest, but here it means that I see you as a potential mate. I didn't realize that you’re too embarrassed of me to see me as the same” you’re going to start crying, you can feel it.

This moment had already happened to you, years before. You’d already been rejected by someone you thought wanted you- you never thought you’d allow yourself to happen again.

Eywa, how fucking stupid can you be?

The familiar feeling is devastating. You feel soiled and used.

“If you can just be reasonable- If we can-can talk. I don't know how to make you understand that this isn't all about you” Neteyam is stuttering, finally reaching for his own tweng but you’re checked out.

How does one be reasonable when their heart is breaking?

“It’s fine. There’s nothing to talk about. I’m sorry that I misread this whole thing. My mistake.”

You’re off before he can get another word in, storming through the foliage as fast as your feet can take you. The tears that had been building only fall once you’re out of eye sight.

You can hear him calling for you, pleading for you to come back.

You leave him there, half naked in the woods.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The Iknimaya ceremony comes all too fast.

The days since you and Neteyam’s fight in the forest had all been a blur. You were too busy to focus on your fractured feelings. No one had even truly known about the two of you, so it’s as if life moves on as though it had never even happened.

That might be what’s most painful about it all.

You have duties to fulfill, and you’d like to pretend like they keep you from focusing in on that pain. You help where you’re needed- and even where you’re not. It’s left you drained and bone tired, but distracted enough to maintain.

As you and your sister get ready for the long day, she notices how sluggish you are. Dragging yourself through the motions.

“When was the last time you slept?” Tsireya asks as she watches you dress.

“I’ve been busy as of late, Reya” You take care as you ready yourself. Donning traditional Metkayinan ceremonial drab- your blood-orange tweng is intricate and the shell headpiece you wear connects with your barely there top. You brush your long midnight hair until it’s glossy and bouncing, the ends of it reaching the base of your tail as it falls down your back in waves.

You’d always had a healthy dose of vanity.

You know that you are attractive, pretty. Shockingly so, as you’d been told. Blessed with thick eyelashes and feminine features. Your whole life,many have spoken about how favored an Omega, to which you’d never taken offense. You’d inherited your mothers looks, as had Tsireya. Small. Compact. Unexpectedly vicious.

You use your looks as a weapon, just as everything else, your little sister is well aware of the fact. She knows that you’re overcompensating with appearing attractive for the fact that something has happened.

“I’m worried about you. You can try to fool everyone else, but you’re not fooling me, sister. I know that somethings wrong” Tsireya is sweet, but firm. She’d always had that air around her.

Caring yet severe. She was all Alpha no matter what people might think about her docile temperament.

“It’s not like speaking about it would change anything” you mutter, if anything, it would bring the pain front and center.

“Don’t be a coward, Ma Y/N. You know better than anyone that the only way over something is through it” Tsireya’s blunt, but without an ounce of malice.

She knows how to handle you and knows that tough love is oftentimes better than coddling like comfort when it comes to you.

It works.

“Neteyam rejected my courtship”

“You lie” she accuses in a gasp, and you just glare at her. “But- he’s so interested in you”

“Obviously not” it’s flippant. You don’t even want to meet her eyes. You’d been under that impression too.

“Something is being lost in translation here, sister. Neteyam likes you. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I can feel it everytime the two of you are around each other” your sister insists and it’s like salt in the wound.

“Sometimes things aren’t what they seem. It’s not as though this is the first time I’ve been wrong about someone’s intentions for me” the words are hard to admit and taste like acid in your mouth.

“Neteyam couldn’t be any more different than Vaeyu. The two might as well be night and day- this situation can’t be the same” Tsireya insists and you bite your tongue.

“No they’re not the same. But their feelings, or lack there of, are”

Vaeyu had never been particularly kind to you but there had been a time when you naively believed that he truly cared about you.

Before your Iknimaya, which should’ve been the first warning sign, the older warrior had courted you.

He, like Neteyam, had wanted to keep it a secret.

Vaeyu took your virginity before telling you that as an Alpha himself, he would never mate with another Alpha.

You were too much for him. Not at all a suitable mate. He’d be embarrassed to be with you…

The scene that had played itself out just nights before in the forest with Neteyam had been all too familiar.

“Just once” you start, voice shaky as you focus on holding back all the hurt you've felt “I’d like to be wanted back. Truly. By someone who sees me as I see them”

“Oh, Y/N” Tsireya breathes as she grabs your hands and holds them tightly.

You don’t have the time to weep, but it feels nice, standing in your Mauri with your sister for that fleeting moment.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The Metkayinan Iknimaya is a difficult and dangerous task to achieve.

The Akula hunt is fierce. An entire team of warriors working to bring down the wild beast. Many had died in their efforts. The massive sharks are armored with very few weak spots. They’re extremely difficult to kill.

Today would be no different. There would assuredly be some injuries- you give a brief prayer to the great mother for no casualties.

The to-be warriors line up on the shore and your mother, Tsahik Ronal, passes each. Chanting over them, and drawing a line across their face- from temple, over the bridge of their noses- to other temple, with white paint.

May the Great Mother take you into her arms. The Sea is your home before your birth, and if you should die, you will return to it in the afterlife.

You try to keep from staring at Neteyam, who’s tall and fierce and armed with the spear you’d given him.

The two of you only meet eyes briefly as he mounts his Tsurak. Right before he sets out. There’s so much unsaid and there’s no time to say it.

Instead you give him a firm nod.

You’d trained him. Had seen him in action. He could do this. You have full faith in him.

He only nods back.

The hunt makes you jittery, lights your blood on fire. You love this. Watching hunters draw first blood and make a clean kill. A primal part of you is dying to get in there. To join the fight.

It all happens in a rush- one minute the warriors are out on Tsurak back, headed for the deep. It’s harder to see where what’s going on as you stand with the crowd on the beach but you know from experience the energy filled pursuit that is going on right under the surface.

This year- it’s quick.

So much quicker than the years prior.

The crowd murmurs, almost confused, as the hunters return to the beach in record time.

They are no longer children.

Behind them, they haul the large carcass of a fully grown male Akula. Ropes secured around the body, netting and the waves helping transport with the sheer bulk of the creature. Sticking out of his left eye, perfectly launched, is the spear that you had crafted for Neteyam.

“Our hunters have returned, as fully blooded men and women of the Metkayina!”

Your father booms in pride, his warm cries whooping along the people as they join in. They’d made it back, all of them, with minimal damage. In record time. With one of the biggest catches you’d ever seen.

There’s hugs and tears. Everyone seems to be embracing one another. The pride is felt village wide and it’s a communal high.

“We will feast tonight!”Varyu cheers, and hoots follow “Tell me, who made the fatal blow? It is as clean a kill as I’ve ever seen”

You already know. You’d known since you’d seen the carvings on the wood- but the newly fledged Hunters push Neteyam forward and confirm it.

Vaeyu’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. It’s comical to say the least.

Neteyam is humble, as he always is. It was a team effort, he claims.

His family beams at him. Jake whooping and Neytiri’s misty eyed. Lo’ak is grinning from ear to ear and Kiri and Tuk clap and cheer for their brother.You remember Lo’ak telling you about how his older brother had been the youngest in their village to ever make a clean kill. You’d been impressed then.

Right now? Right now you are stunned. So proud that you can barely speak. All of those training sessions where Neteyam had doubted his ability to adapt had paid off.

He’s a warrior, as he’s meant to be. Neteyam has reclaimed his place in the world.

Your father goes to Neteyam and places his hands on his shoulders. Beaming. “You have done well and proved yourself amongst are people. I am proud to call you Metkayina”

You want to cry. You’ve never felt such emotion. You know how much this means to Neteyam and all you want to do is go over to him and embrace him.

“As the hunter who solidified the kill, you have first choice during Fertility Season. Tell me, son. Is there anyone who you want to lay claim to?” Your father speaks of the tradition. If the kill can be traced back to a single warrior- they earn the honor of having their pick of mates.

It’s ancient, dated, and most decline. You’re expecting Neteyam to do the same.

Instead, he focuses on you.

It doesn’t feel real. This must be a dream. The docile introverted Omega you’d gotten to know would never lay a claim on you, so boldly. In public. To your father much less.

And yet, he does.

“Ma Y/N” Neteyam calls to you clear and true. He’s chosen these words carefully; they don’t stick to the roof of his mouth “I am yours if you’ll still have me.”

Only then do you notice that the black pearl necklace that you had strung together for him hangs around his throat.

A clear symbol of his acceptance of your courtship.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

I’m so sorry to end it there on that cliffhanger but guyssssss. We all know she says yes. She’s down so bad for him lmfao

To my omegaverse besties @tru-blubelle @imperihoe @tiredmamaissy and Cinetrix thanks for all of the inspiration and support!

Omega Neteyam is my fucking religion now. I swear. I’m never getting over how perfect he is. Ughhhh. Sweetest bby boi who deserves the actual world. I love writing the juxtaposition of someone who is so incredibly physically attractive- and yet so socially awkward. He really doesn’t know how gorgeous he is. People expect him to be more suave because of his chiseled features and he’s really just an introverted guy who hates being the center of attention.

Okay so lots to talk about here! I introduced some OC’s! I feel like whenever I get to read about a Na’vi OC I’m like instantly in deep because it’s such an interesting culture and they’re such an interesting people!

I adore Akemi. He’s just an all around good guy who stepped up to the plate and took Roxto in when he had no one. Akemi’s husband is also a fun colorful character and I can’t wait to introduce him to you guys in the next chapter!

Vaeyu fucking sucks lmfao I wanted to write a smarmy Na’vi for the realism of it all. He’s everything bad about Alphas. He totally groomed the reader, if that wasn’t clear enough in the story. Tonowari would have him banished if he knew about it because he’s a protective dad and also a good man who hates creeps.

If you need a visual guide to how I picture Na’vi Male Omega’s genitalia you can find that here!

And if you have any questions about my A/B/O Head Cannons or the way that I’m structuring secondary gender in this story, please don’t hesitate to ask.

Neteyam goes into heat next chapter(I had to split this one into two because it was at 18K words long) so get ready for some wild ass smut😂

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DJ MY LOVE!

May I request, from the cuddle prompts, of you feel so inspired:

- Feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling

Or

- Needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do

With Tech! Haven't asked for him in a while and I think we could all use some Tech fluff right about now.

(If you get a bunch of asks for the same Clone or just feel a pull towards another clone, feel free to change it. 😘)

A/N: REBEL MY LOVE! Thank you for this! I’ve never written Tech before, and I was a bit intimidated, so I hope I’ve done justice to our boy. Also, you get two prompts for the price of one 🩵

Pairing: Tech x Reader (GN; reader is shorter than Tech but not otherwise described, aside from having a rough morning and a tendency to keep things bottled up)

Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 789

Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, Star Wars swearing, adult language

Summary: You swear to the Maker, if ONE MORE THING goes wrong today, you’re going to lose your mind. Tech has an exceptional idea for how to help.

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“Dank farrik,” you muttered under your breath.

The kriffing durang fruit you’d planned on turning into muffins had gone off. It smelled like death itself, and you gagged as you tossed it into the trash compactor. With a sigh, you glanced at your chronometer and winced.

Late. Kark. 

You snatched up your cup of caf as your brain raced to think of an alternative breakfast that you could pull together in a hurry before your scheduled holocomm. Not that Omega or the Batch really needed you to cook breakfast for them, but Benduday morning muffins had become something of a tradition, and you really, really didn’t want to see the matching disappointment in Omega and Wrecker’s eyes when you told them they would need to fend for themselves that day.

Maybe Shep has some extra—

“MOTHERKRIFFER!” you exclaimed, cutting off your own train of thought as the lid on your mug popped loose and you doused yourself in hot caf.

A quiet rustle sounded from the front of the Marauder as Tech slid out from beneath the control console and sat up to watch you, setting aside his hydrospanner. With supreme effort, you managed to keep your eye from twitching as you braced yourself for a well-deserved lecture on your language.

“Is everything all right?” he asked instead.

“Peachy,” you grumbled, grabbing a towel to wipe off your shirt in disgust.

He rose quietly and approached. “I do not believe you.”

“What gave it away?” you snapped, flinging the towel into the sink with a frankly unnecessary level of force.

“You are upset. Given the relatively minor nature of the incident, I deduce that something else is bothering you. Do you wish to discuss it?”

“Not really.”

“Astonishing,” he said dryly. 

“The kriff is that supposed to mean?” you demanded.

“Merely that I have observed that you often prefer not to discuss your struggles, though I hope none of us have ever made you feel as though you should not speak freely when something is troubling you.”

You blinked, too surprised to be offended at his earlier sarcasm. “You have?”

“Indeed.”

Well… shit.

“It’s nothing,” you lied. Tech made no response, but he didn’t bother to hide his skepticism. “Fine. It’s a bunch of tiny somethings that have all piled up on top of each other, and nothing is going the way I had planned, and I’m hungry, damn it, and now I have to think of something to cook for breakfast, except I have no kriffing caf left to make my brain work, and I have no other fruit to make muffins, so Wrecker and Omega are going to give me the tooka eyes, and I have a stupid holocomm that I’m expecting at literally any minute, and I don’t even want to talk to them, but I feel like I have to, and I swear to the Maker, if ONE more thing goes wrong, I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind!”

You grabbed the towel and began to scrub the sink furiously, desperate to focus on something other than the conversation that you very much didn’t want to have. After a few seconds, though, you felt a weight on your shoulder. You turned to see Tech’s hand resting there, and for a moment you were so shocked that you stopped scrubbing. He was not usually one to initiate physical contact, and you had always tried to respect his boundaries.

“Tech?” you asked uncertainly.

“I have observed that you often seem to find comfort in Wrecker and Omega's hugs when you are upset. As Wrecker and Omega are not currently present, I would like to offer my own.”

“Are you sure?” you inquired, dumbfounded. “Aren't you busy with the repairs from Omega’s last flight lesson?”

“It can wait,” he replied. “Unless you would prefer not—”

His sentence cut off abruptly as you crashed into him, burying your face against his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms closed around your shoulders, and he held your head in one hand. You slumped against him, turning your head so you could breathe.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

“You are welcome,” he replied, the rumble of his voice vibrating against your ear as you rested your cheek against his chest. “I do not wish you to feel as though you must face all your struggles alone. Even the tiny ones.”

Just then, your comlink chimed with the dreaded holocomm.

“Do you wish to answer that?” he asked.

“Not really,” you admitted, “but I probably should.”

“May I propose an alternative course of action?”

“Propose away,” you replied.

“Remain with me, like this, and forget the holocomm,” he replied.

“You know what?” you asked. “That's an exceptional proposition. I accept.”

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[nowritingonthewall]

Cake me up before you dough dough

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female reader

(Special appearances by Snap and BB-8)

Words: 3500

Summary: You try to bake a cake. Poe tries to be… helpful.

Warnings: Poe being an adorable menace, suggestive language, terrible (and I mean terrible!) puns, double entendres and innuendos (including some for pregnancy and having children), food mention, may contain traces of nuts, not beta alpha or omega read

This is fiction and definitely not meant to be taken too seriously but please remember to never tease anyone about having or not having kids unless you are 200 per cent sure that they are absolutely fine with it.

Also, I would like to point out that the reader’s light headache is definitely not a migraine because if it was, Poe would have behaved completely differently.

And, of course, the gifs aren’t supposed to represent the reader’s physical appearance, they are purely for inspirational purposes.

As always, please be aware that I am not a native speaker, so I sincerely apologize in advance for any crimes committed against the beautiful English language! (Except for the innuendos. Those are entirely Poe’s fault.)

If you made it to the end of the warnings, you are amazing and deserve all the cake in the galaxy 🥰

“Nuh-uh, Poe, those have been measured!”

You tried to gently shove your boyfriend’s hand away as he indulged himself in at least a hand full of chocolate chips from the bowl on the kitchen counter.

His answer lay approximately somewhere in the middle between “Gfewfmpphlasfefuh” and “Hmeheetsluludfere”.

“Oh really, why didn’t you say so before?” you asked trying to keep your attention on the mixing bowl in front of you.

The crinkly-eyed smile he gave you would have melted the complete bowl of chocolate chips in no time. “I said: Since when are you using instant mix?” he laughed.

“Since someone keeps nibbling on all my ingredients whenever I try to prepare them!”

“Can’t help it, bups, I’m hungry.”

You sighed, “There are some leftover sausages in the cooling chamber.”

His eyes began to shine with a mischievous glint. “Maybe I’m hungry for something else,” he said approaching you gently from behind.

Placing his warm hands on your hips and a chocolaty kiss on your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder, he continued, “And since you are strictly off nibbles whenever you are in the kitchen…”

“I’m pretty sure Leia’s words were ‘The kitchen is strictly off limits to you’!” you snorted. “You know, since the latest incident with the caf maker? And that you’re not allowed to enter any kitchen without a fully prepped extinguisher droid by your side. So… “

“Sooooo… what are we baking?” he changed the subject semi-elegantly.

“I am baking a cake,” you chuckled, giving him a playful boop on his nose, which made him scrunch it up so adorably, you couldn’t resist adding a sweet little kiss on top of it.

He hummed in approval. “What kinda cake?”

“Just… you know… cake…” you more mumbled than answered, suddenly very focused on the mixing bowl in front of you.

You could practically hear him raise his eyebrow without having to see it.

“Is it a secret?” he asked.

“Not really…”

“Does it contain nuts?”

“Not yet, but you can add some if you like?”

“You know my nuts are always up for grabs for you, babe!”

Too late did you notice how his hands had been wandering towards the front pocket of your apron, from which he pulled the package of the instant mix with a triumphant laugh, keeping it out of your reach amidst your protest with ease.

“Haydaria Prebun’s Super Moist and Juicy Cake Mix?” he read out loud, with particular emphasis on the moist and juicy parts.

As one brow was lowered, the other one shot up even higher.

At that moment you knew that you were in trouble.

But, of course, you weren’t ready to accept your fate that easily.

 “What are the chances of you forgetting what you just read?” you asked, not quite able to keep the pleading undertone out of your voice. “If I told you that it was the last one at the store?”

“That depends…” he said, stroking his chin as if pondering over a particularly complicated flight maneuver.

“On what?”

“On whether your cake will come out of the oven with a soggy bottom,” he deadpanned without so much as a twitch of his facial muscles.

“And what if it does?”

“Don’t worry, babe.” Putting one hand on your shoulder, he gave you a solemn look.

“As long as you penetrate deep enough when you check for leftover moisture, you should be fine.”  

“You’re really gonna make me regret this for the rest of the week, aren’t you?”

“Come on, bups, that name’s nearly as bad as the one Snap chose when he tried to open his night club.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be a night club!” you automatically said in almost perfect involuntary unison with Snap, who entered the kitchen exactly at that moment with BB-8 following right behind him.

Not too eager on being pulled into that discussion again, you knelt down to pet the little droid, making him beep in excitement.

“Hey, Beebs, what’s up, are you hungry, too?”

“No, Bee Bee ate!” Poe declared brightly, not quite succeeding at suppressing his grin this time.

Kriffing maker, why did he have to be so cute? Fighting somewhat to keep your composure and not give him the satisfaction of bursting into giggles, you said, “Poe, you don’t even qualify for the position of purveyor of dad jokes.”

“Told you so, buddy!” Snap grinned.

“Wait, told him what, exactly?” you asked.

“Well, me and the squad have discussed the matter and it’s obviously time for Poe to…”

“Please don’t say it!” you groaned.

“…put a bun in your oven?”

“I am so proud of you, buddy!” Poe grinned with glee while you just huffed.

Looking from Poe’s excited to your slightly irritated expression, Snap obviously thought it would be best to try and tread a little more carefully, so he said, “Aaaaaall right, I have no idea what’s going on here, I just came to ask whether you have some of that amazing koyo juice oft yours left?”

“Sorry, Snap, we’re all out of koyo juice.” Poe shook his head.  

“Because somebody drank it all,” you added.

“Only because somebody loved it so much,” he left a quick and sweet kiss on your temple, “and somebody also happens to knows that his baby prefers grown up juices anyway.”

You just gave him a look and turned back to Snap.

“I could offer you some milk?” you suggested.

“From the cooling chamber!” you immediately added a little more high pitched than intended before Poe could open his mouth.

“Excited already, are we, bups?” Poe grinned. “And I haven’t even started to lick any of your tools yet.”

The ease, with which he caught the dish cloth you threw at him, was more than infuriating.

“There’ll be no licking tonight, Commander, unless you start to behave!”

“Hmmmm…” Poe took a step towards you and placed both his hands on your shoulders to pull you a little closer. “Are you telling me that you would like your commander to be a little less cocky?”

Putting one hand on your hip before popping it to the side with enough force to throw him off balance, you took a deep breath before explaining, “First of all, there’ll be no beaters to lick because the ingredients are mixed together by…”

“Yeeeeees?” Both Poe and Snap seemed to compete for whose grin would be able to eat more shit.

“Ne-ver-mind!” you grumbled when BB-8 chirped a helpful, “Mixed together by hand?”

“Thanks, Beebs!” you sighed.

“Sooo…” Poe deducted with ineffably deliciously furrowed brows, “it’ll be a hand job, then?”

“Not in front of my cake, Poe!”

“Of course not!” he nodded sympathetically. Doing a cute little half-pirouette, he approached you from the other side. “From behind, then?”

“Please, sweetie,” you groaned, “I already have a headache!”

“Hold on!” Snap piped up while pouring himself some milk into a mug. “Isn’t he supposed to ask whether he could get in before you pretend to have a headache?”

“What exactly do you think I am doing here, pal?” Poe asked.

“I am not pre… all right, that’s it!” you exclaimed, pointing your thumb towards the door.  

“You two – out!”

Beebs gave a confused “Blee blup bloo?”

“Not you, Beebs!”

To put some emphasis on your demand, you grabbed your whisk and held it up in front of Poe’s face in what you hoped would come across as an at least slightly intimidating stance.  

“I won’t be afraid to use this!” you warned him.

“What are you planning to do with that, bups, beat us until we’re stiff?” Poe said, only partially successful at trying to suppress a smirk, which turned into a half-giggly hiccup.

“I could always upgrade this to a broom, you know?”

“To sweep me off my feet? Nah, you don’t need any toys for that, babe.”

“Hon, if you want to threaten him, you really need to stop turning him on,” Snap threw in some well-meaning advice.

“I am trying!!!” you cried in exasperation.

“All right then, let’s settle this like gentlemen… and ladies and… those who have yet to make up their minds!” Poe announced.

Hopping theatrically towards the counter, he picked up one of your spatulas and turned around to cross it with your whisk in an only slightly overdramatic gesture.

 “I’m game!” he declared wiggling his eyebrows.

“As in you’re a wild animal?” you asked trying to sound as unimpressed as you could manage.

“Only if you want me to be,” Poe said without missing a beat.

“I can’t believe you fell for that,” Snap giggled.

“Okay, then, how about you try to be a gold fish for a minute?” you suggested.

“You mean moist and slippery and with an ever present kissable pout on my lips?”

Trying to ignore his very pouty lips that were indeed more than kissable, you said, “I mean mostly quiet!!!”

“Moistly quiet?” he asked as his eyebrows started another round of advanced cardio exercises. “That’s not how I remember moist parts of last night.”

“Would you like me to put a sausage into his hole?” Snap offered his help again.

But you had already grabbed the next best thing to throw at Poe, which you realized too late turned out to be an open bag of flour. Even though he ducked immediately, his upper body ended up covered in a layer of fine white powder. Which made him shut up for exactly two and a half seconds.

The dust settled just in time for BB-8 to realize that Poe hadn’t actually set fire to his booty this time and that his extinguishing services wouldn’t be required today. Shaking his little dome he started to sweep up the mess.

Meanwhile, Snap was squirting milk everywhere between hiccups of laughter, when Poe remarked dryly, “You leaked a little there, pal.”

Snap had to give himself a little shake. “I had no idea it was that easy to make you see white, buddy,” he giggled.

While you were still contemplating whether you should apologize or whether he maybe actually deserved it at least a little, Poe was already laughing again.

“That’s all right, I’ve always wanted to wear a flour crown. Like a proper flower girl!” he beamed.

“You look more like an inverted version of a chimney sweep, buddy,” Snap remarked.

“Well, I’d be more than happy to sweep my baby’s chimney.”

“How about you sweep yourself out of the door, instead?” you suggested. “This kitchen obviously ain’t big enough for your cake and mine!”

“Ahhhh, but you see, babe, the great thing about my cake is that you can eat it and still have it.”

His proud little grin was maddeningly adorable and the lovely crinkles around his eyes, which were even more prominent now that they had been decorated by a crust of flour, didn’t exactly help to lessen his effect on you.

So you thought that simply biting your lip might be your best option right now.

“Aren’t you even gonna help cleaning me up after making a mess of me?” His smile turned into a pout.

You just rolled your eyes.

“And after that I can provide you with a way better reason to roll your eyes,” he said becoming more enthusiastic by the second.

“Tell you what, bups!” He began to jump up and down in excitement. “You help me clean myself up and I’ll lube up your dish for you.”

“You can oil it up for me.”

“Whatever you fancy, bu-hu-hups!”

The last words evolved into a hearty sneeze, sending a cloud of flour from his curls to the ground.

This drew a series of seriously indignant and frustrated beeps from BB-8 before he started to sweep all over again.

“Sorry, Beebs, you really don’t have to do that,” Poe tried to appease his little droid.

“Blooeeeyyy beep boop buhp blippy?”

“Wh… did he just say…?” you asked in disbelief.

“ ‘Shooting out of two holes, are we?’ ” Poe confirmed with a proud smile.

“Sweetie, what have you done to your droid?” you said as you began looking around the kitchen to try and find some tissues for him.

“Like father, like son,” Poe beamed, giving his droid son a fond little pat on his dome. “Talking about shooting out of holes, babe…”

You turned around with so much force that all three of them took a synchronized cautionary step backwards when you said, “You even think about making a joke about covering my cake in juicy and thick cream, sweetie, and you’ll be creaming nothing but your own cake for the next month.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be any fun at all, would it?” Poe pouted a little deflated before his face lit up again. “Unless you’d like to watch?”

“Not particularly, no,” you said convincing, basically, no one.

“Come on, bups, I’ll even whip up all the cream for you you could possible ask for and I’m gonna take extra care not to whip it out…” he paused dramatically, “...of the bowl.”

“I’ve never loafed so hard in my life.”

Poe eyes widened as he gasped, “Babe, was that… was that a pun?”

“No, it wasn’t. And just so you know, for every bad innuendo or pun of yours, my cake will be off limits to you for another day.”

“Just to be clear, what kind of cake are we talking about now? Because if it isn’t the one you are currently baking, that would mean you just made an innuendo yourself and this would kind of cancel out whatever I hmpnfssefefed…”

Placing a hand over Poe’s mouth, you mentally prepared yourself for the licking attack that was inevitably going to follow. Instead, you let out a surprised little gasp when his eyes softened and he gave you the gentlest of kisses to your palm, because he just had to be adorable like that when you tried to be angry with him.

Forget about melting chocolate, the way he looked at you with his soft baby ewok eyes would have melted parts of you in a way that would have been considered unhygienic even if you hadn’t currently been lingering in a kitchen setting.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, even if it came with another fond rolling of your eyes.

“If you two don’t take the cake,” Snap said shaking his head. “Come one, Beebs, I think it’s time to leave mommy and daddy alone.”

“Thank you for cleaning up Poe’s mess, Beebs!” you shouted after them over Poe’s shoulder as they left the kitchen.

“Oh really? Don’t you mean your mess?” Poe’s voice took on a growling undertone as he took another step towards you.

“I wasn’t the one who made me throw the flour,” you shrugged.

He had to open and shut his mouth a few times before settling for a particularly expressive raised eyebrow instead. Which send another little cloud of flour towards the ground.

“Your face looks a little cakey, there, Commander.”

“Really? Hmmm, I wonder how that happened.”

“It’s a complete mystery,” you professed. “Need some help clearing that up?”

“The mystery?”

“That.” You nodded. “Or I could start with your face?”

Lowering his head so that he was looking up at you from beneath his impossibly lush long lashes and dropping his voice by an octave, he growled, “Dough it!”

You tried to suppress a snort as you drenched a washcloth in warm water and hopped onto the kitchen counter.

Less than a nanosecond later, Poe was standing between your legs, leaving precisely zero point zero room for you to get to work.

“Sweetie!”

He just gave you an innocent smile.

As you let the wet washcloth dangle over his head, dangerously close to his curls, he sighed and took half a step backwards.

That sigh was only the beginning, as he began to hum with pure contentment when you started to gently wipe down his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes fluttered closed as if he was receiving the most luxurious spa treatment.

Judging by his disappointed look, you were finished way too soon for his liking. “I think you missed a few spots there, bups,” he said.

“You think so?”

“Definitely.”

“Let me take a closer look, then.”

Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you gently turned his head from side to side.

“I think the use of professional equipment may be required here, Commander.”

“Go ahead, Lieutenant,” he choked up. “I’ll be brave.”

So you left a soft kiss on the middle of his forehead. And one on the tip of his nose. And one on each temple. And one on his cheek. And one on his brow. And one on his chin. And one on his infuriatingly perfectly chiselled jaw line. And you didn’t stop until all of his face had been covered in kisses and the last of the flour had definitely been eliminated.

You would have topped it off with a kiss to the crown of his head if his curls hadn’t been so thoroughly bathed in flour.   

Since you still felt a little bad for what happened, you tried to de-flour his hair by giving him an intense but gentle scalp massage. His head lolled towards you within seconds and as his face found its place in the crook of your neck, he began to make the most satisfied of purring noises. As you let your nails scratch carefully over his scalp, his purring turned into soft moans. Until you accidentally brushed over that one spot at the nape of his neck making him squeak and do a little hop.

“I am sorry, sweetie!” you chuckled. “Sometimes I forget how ticklish you are.”

“What are you talking about, I am not ticklish,” he mumbled while nuzzling his face into your shoulder again.

“I am sorry what now?”

“I. Am. Not. Ticklish.”

Raising both eyebrows at him, you said, “Wanna prove that to me?”

“I don’t have to prove any… no no no…”

As you let your fingers ghost over the same spot ever so lightly again, he jumped backwards, trying to shield his neck from your hands. This of course left his arm pits completely unguarded, inviting you to launch a full blown tickle attack on him. Vacillating between squealing and laughing and begging for mercy, he kept trying to fight you off as you worked your path along all of his most ticklish spots.

His shirt became more untucked with every attempt at defending himself against your skilful wiggly fingers until his tummy basically begged for your undivided attention. As you redirected all your forces towards this beautifully naked patch of skin, Poe didn’t last another moment before you both tumbled to the floor with him landing on his back and you coming to sit on top of him.

“So…” you said as you were both fighting to catch your breath. “You are not ticklish?”

“Definitely not,” he panted as a smile spread across his face.

“Right…”

Wiggling your fingers, you went in for another round of tickles. But this time he caught your hands easily and held them tight as he slowly pulled you down towards him until your face was level with his.

With his smile growing even wider, he rubbed his nose gently against yours a few times before cooing, “I am sorry, bups!”

Furrowing your brow with suspicion you asked, “For what?”

“First of all, I didn’t know you had a headache.”

“Hmmm.”

“Anything I can do to make it better?” he asked softly.

“You mean like kneading me through?”

Poe gasped, “Was that another pun?”

“No.”

“Actually, I was more thinking along the lines of easing your pain with rhythmic movements of my fingers…”

“Pohoeeee…” Your groans of leftover irritation turned into groans of heavenly relief as Poe began to massage the sore muscles in your neck.

As he worked his way down your back while leaving soft kisses on your temple, you could feel yourself melting into him and his warmth and his softness until you began to wonder whether you had actually turned into a pancake.

Mumbling into the fabric of his shirt, you asked, “What’s second?”

“Second? Oh, second, you’ve got some chocolate on your face.”

Raising your head, you chuckled, ”You mean the one you left there earlier?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“What I do know,” he continued, “is that you have to let me kiss it away or there’ll be rain and nothing but grey skies for the next two weeks. I am sorry, bups, I don’t make the rules.”

As he began to kiss away the chocolate on the corner of your mouth, you could feel him smiling against your skin. His smile grew even wider as he continued his kisses on your cheek and along your jaw line and down your neck and your shoulder and…

“I’m sure there wasn’t any chocolate down there.”

His breathy laugh tickled pleasantly on your skin. “Sorry, bups, it’s just a little hard to tell where the chocolate ends and your sweetness begins. Hold on, let me try again.”

Retracing his earlier kissing path, he worked his way back to your mouth, with every single brush of his lips against your skin sending another shiver down your spine.

You sighed, “Did you find the spot this time?”

“I think I may need another sample for a proper statistical analysis. You know…”

“…for science?” you chuckled.

“Exactly.”

“Are you ever gonna stop prokrastibaking and let me finish making that cake?” you asked not in the least motivated to get up again.

“You are aware that you are the one pinning me to the ground right now, right, bups?”

“If you put it like that…”

“Also… shouldn’t you give it some rest so that it can rise before going in?”

You turned your head back down to look at him properly. At the way he bit his lips, trying to suppress a smile until the effort made him scrunch up his nose in the cutest way, as if the sparkle in his gorgeous crinkle-framed eyes didn’t say it all. Maker, you loved this dork.

“It’s supposed to become a cake, sweetie, not a bun,” you finally tried to explain.

“Right,” he nodded, “because we still have to work on that one.”

“Nooooo, because it only rises in heat. Which, in your case, would basically be all the time. “

“I can certainly confirm that something else is rising, Lieutenant.”  

As the cheekiness and soft adoration in his eyes were joined by longing and something way, way darker, you decided that the cake batter might as well wait a little longer. After all, you had all the cake you needed right here underneath you.

“In that case…” you smiled. “I really think it’s time we got started on that bun.”

Thank you for reading 💜

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fluff #oscar isaac #poe dameron #poe x you #fanfiction #reader insert #tw: pregnancy #tw: food #chrissie tries to write #chrissie gifs

[echoxbuggs]

Crosshair-dresser

Words count: 1.8k

Warnings: some angst I guess, fluff

To say Hunter was concerned was an understatement.

He hated it.

He hated watching his little brother sit in the house or on the porch all day without saying a single word. He knew Crosshair was still getting used to it, to being comfortable and safe somewhere, really, he did. But Hunter couldn't stop worrying about the things that could be going on in his brother's head.

It had been a few weeks since they had rescued Cross, Omega, and Tech from the hands of the Imperial scientists. He knew both Tech and Omega couldn't sleep well from the nightmares. The young girl often ended up sneaking into one of their beds during the night and clinging to them like her life depended on it.

None of them minded, of course. They all loved their little sister and would do anything to ensure she was okay. It still concerned them to a great amount.

Tech—who hadn't slept much before—definitely wasn't getting sleep now. Hunter knew he spent most of the night tinkering on odd projects or doing research on Maker-knows what. Hunter had to call Phee over several times to convince Tech to go to sleep.

Though these were both concerning, what most worried Hunter was Crosshair. He didn't seem to have any sort of mental or emotional reaction to it. Sure, he struggled with eating and moving around too much, but that was more physical. They all tried to get him to talk but he never did. A few times, they tried to get Crosshair to see a therapist, but he turned down the idea straight away and avoided everyone if they tried to take him anyway.

The sniper stayed in the house mostly, cooped up in his room like a hermit. The only time he went outside was if Omega dragged him along somewhere or if his brothers forced him to go to the doctors. He did like having occasional night walks outside. No one was ever out that late, it was peaceful. No one to bother him or fuss over him.

Crosshair huffed as he and Hunter walked inside their home. They had just gotten back from his weekly checkups. He hadn't spoken one word on the walk to the house, preferring to just not talking about it.

His 'physical therapist' had suggested he do something familiar, get back into routines. He knew Hunter was going to suggest sniping again. After all, that's who Crosshair was; a sniper. However, he no longer had his beloved rifle. His strength had deteriorated, he had actually attempted to shoot a target several times, each time missing horribly due to his lack of muscle.

So he remained quiet, choosing to avoid the subject and just get home to his room, where he could shut everyone out.

As he walked down the hall towards his cave, he heard sniffling coming from a certain blonde's room. Stopping dead in his tracks, Crosshair knocked on Omega's door softly, not waiting for an answer as he opened it and moved inside.

Over their time in Mount Tantiss, Crosshair and Omega had grown closer. He truly considered her his sister, and—he would never admit it—but he loved her dearly. He knew she struggled with the memories of that awful place, he did too, and it only troubled him more to hear the usually happy girl crying.

"What's the matter, kid?" He asked softly, noting Wrecker sitting beside the crying girl on her bed.

"Went to get her a haircut and she freaked out." The large clone explained, sighing softly as he looked up at Crosshair.

"A barber? With scissors and other equipment?" Crosshair asked, brow raising. He slowly moved closer to the two, looking down at Omega who was curled up under her multicolored blankets.

"I...I didn't think it would remind her of it." Wrecker mumbled, looking down as he realized he had unintentionally brought up some bad memories for his sister.

Crosshair sighed softly, nodding to Wrecker. "Go. I got it." He said, giving his brother a ghost of a smile.

Wrecker looked at Crosshair for a few moments before letting out a breath and standing up. He nodded to Crosshair before moving out of Omega's room, closing the door behind him.

Crosshair watched him wordlessly, sitting down beside Omega once they were alone. "Scared you, didn't it?" He asked quietly, putting a hand on where he guessed her shoulder was.

Omega nodded slightly, still sniffling under the blankets. Crosshair sighed, looking down at the girl's figure. "You're not back there, 'Meg. You're safe. We're safe."

Omega slowly peaked her head out from the blankets, puffy eyes looking up at the marksman. "I know." She mumbled, leaning into Crosshair's touch when his hand came up to gently wipe at her eyes. "S-still scared me."

Crosshair nodded, eyes soft as he looked at Omega. "I get it." He said, nodding softly. "Don't like people touching me with tools either. Even barbers."

Omega nodded softly, sniffling as she moved to lean into Crosshair's side. The sniper slowly wrapped an arm around her, humming softly. "I know what could cheer you up." He said, knowing Omega wouldn't want to talk further.

"What?" Omega asked, brows furrowed slightly as her head tipped back to look up at him. Crosshair smiled a little as he looked at her, showing her his free hand. "The black polish is coming off. Think I need a touch-up."

Omega looked down at his hand, grabbing his fingers carefully and examining them, ignoring how he had been picking at his skin again.

"I ran out of black, so only pink and purple are left." She said, frowning softly.

Crosshair chuckled softly, letting her take his hand. "Pink and purple are fine."

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Crosshair and Omega sat on the floor of her room, paper-towels, nail polish remover bottles, and nail polish scattered around them. Crosshair sat crisscrossed as he leaned against her bed, watching Omega with a small smile as she painted his nails. She was currently working on his right hand, his left propped up so it got the flow of air from the mini fan Omega had.

She had also gotten a bowl full of candy, eating some pieces every few minutes before returning to the task at hand.

Crosshair watched on patiently, commenting occasionally on the color or whether or not she should add another coat. He had noticed her hidden annoyance though; scratching at her hair frequently, huffing every time she hand to brush hair away from her face. He understood why Wrecker had attempted to get her a haircut. Her hair certainly had grown, reaching nearly past her shoulders.

An idea popped in his head at that, Crosshair tilting his head. He could trim her hair. He knew how to, of course. His brothers always had him trim their hair since he could do it extremely well. Omega trusted him too so there was a less likely chance she'd freak out.

"'Meg?"

Omega hummed softly in response, not looking up from Crosshair's nails as she applied polish.

"I can do your hair."

Hunter paced back in forth in the living room, running his hands through his hair. Crosshair and Omega had been in there for a while. He didn't hear any crying, but at the same time, that's not always a good thing.

"Cross said he could handle it." Wrecker mumbled, watching Hunter from where he sat on the couch.

"I know, Wrecker. I'm just worried. He seemed off today." Hunter said, letting out a sigh.

"He's always weird after the doctor." Wrecker said, shrugging softly. Hunter shook his head, running his hand over his face with a tired groan.

"Hunter, come look at this..." Echo called softly from the hall, peeking into Omega's room.

Hunter's brows furrowed, the sergeant moving over towards the girl's room. He looked inside hesitantly, his expression softening at the sight.

Omega was seated in front of the small vanity, a bright and curious smile back on her face. Crosshair sat behind her, a pair of bright pink scissors in one hand as he snipped at the girl's hair, a content smile on his face as he spoke. "-ou want it braided after? I can probably figure something out."

Omega hummed softly in response, not wanting to nod in case she messed him up. She was nervous at first when he suggested cutting her hair, not aware that he was skilled in the matter. The scissors part scared her at first as well, however she knew it was her brother and she could trust him not to harm her.

"You can braid?" She asked curiously, watching his movements in the mirror.

Crosshair nodded slightly, his tongue sticking out a little as he concentrated on cutting her hair evenly. "Yeah. Hunter seen it once so I had Tech search up how to." He replied, lightly brushing his fingers through her hair. "I know several braids."

"That's really cool!" Omega smiled brightly, leaning into his touch. "Can you do whichever one is the prettiest?" She asked, smiling more when Crosshair nodded.

Hunter allowed Crosshair to finish at least cutting her hair, not wanting to mess him up or distract him. He stood behind Crosshair as he watched him braiding Omega's hair, noticing the smile on the sniper's face. All previous worried about these two had disappeared, the sergeant relaxing slightly at the sight of his siblings happy. "Still got it, I see."

Crosshair glanced up to meet Hunter's eyes in the mirror for a quick moment before focusing back on his sister's hair. He nodded slightly, letting out a hum.

"You have time for another client?" Hunter asked, chuckling softly. He knew his hair was getting longer, he'd need to get a trim soon anyways.

"Sure, 100 credits." Crosshair quipped, smirking softly.

Hunter chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Never had to pay before." He pointed out, smiling softly as he noticed his brother's attitude shining through.

"Hm, fine. More toothpicks then." Crosshair bargained, tapping Omega's shoulder lightly. The girl handed him a hair tie, her smile brightened as she realized she would see his work.

"Deal." Hunter said, watching Crosshair tie off the braid and gently move it over Omega's shoulder.

"One more condition though."

Hunter raised his brow, noticing the way Crosshair sent a smirk to Omega through the mirror. "Go on..."

Crosshair hummed softly, unwrapping the towel from around Omega's shoulders so she could get up. "You get a trim and a manicure." He said, holding out his painted nails towards the sergeant.

Hunter sent a light glare to Crosshair, sighing softly. He noticed Omega's giddy laugh, the girl grabbing her nail polish already. "Fine. Nothing too bright though."

"All she's got is purple and pink." Crosshair chuckled, gesturing for Hunter to sit down on the tiny chair. "Hot pink."

Hunter grimaced lightly, holding his hands out towards Omega as she sat on the floor beside him. "Great."

#star wars #crosshair #hunter #omega #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #star wars fanfiction #star wars oneshot #bad batch oneshot #soft crosshair #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb tech #bad batch hunter #bad batch crosshair #clones #bad batch omega #omega bad batch

[rookthorne]

The round up for Day 2 of my Merry Buckmas event, and the prompt:

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

— 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 of 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 '𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡

Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader

𝐅

You knew very well that your husband was up to something ever since he woke up before the crack of dawn to sneak out of the bedroom, but he wasn’t alone — there were two trouble makers in on the mischief.

— 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚 of 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲

Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader

𝐏 + 𝐅

A day at the station reveals more truth than you could have ever imagined — not in the presence of your boys and little ones, or how they were so gentle with the young ones in their joy for festivities.

— 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 of 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

You were expecting it to be an ordinary day; prepare for the festivities with Koda and Sarge by your side, begging for treats and whatever else they set their eyes on. But what you did not expect, was to do so, with two reindeers in tow.

— 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 of 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

Opulence was so readily and freely available to you in your lifestyle, and you had your love to thank for that. Of course, that meant you were going to find him the most dashing present, and spend a fortune on it, whether he liked the pop of colour, or not.

— 𝐎𝐡, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 of 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭

Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader

𝐅

The love that Bucky and you shared was unparalleled, unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was a joy to witness and be a part of the tender side of the otherwise ruthless and effective Mafia King. And on that day, it was no different — playing your cherished role had never been so fulfilling.

— 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 of 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

Christmas was a time for gifts and giving; of sharing with those you loved with all of your heart. Bucky was one of the lucky ones, and you had the most perfect gift for him.

— 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 of 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

The festive additions to Bucky’s Soldat costume had been a genius idea, you only had to work out the best way to bribe your boyfriend to go along with it, first. 

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes masterlist #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #MB #rookthorne's works

[max-nico]

I really liked your drabble of team dark and tails and was wondering what kind of headcannons you have for team dark? Especially omega

I love team dark and I love your ask aaahhhhh 😆😆😆 I might make a huge list at some point like I've done for other characters but for now....

Rouge is an instigator, Shadow is an enabler, and Omega is the doer. They switch sometimes but that's how it normally is

Rouge makes Shadow watch trash tv with her. He doesn't understand the appeal at all. He's so confused the entire times he's watching it, to him everyone is making nonsensical and unrealistic choices

Shadow doesn't understand that the appeal is not the TV, but his reaction to it

Rouge and Shadow are psychology nuts for two very different reasons

Rouge has learned all about psych. It's way easier to get whatever she wants when she knows how people tick.

Shadow is more into it so he can't figure himself out and understand why he acts the way he does using logic instead of emotion

Omega only has connection to the Internet at certain times of the day. He's a tablet kid except instead of watching like cocomelon or skibidi toilet, he's watching those car crushing videos and videos titled something like: How It Would Feel To Be Exploded By A Petrol Bomb

Tails takes off his restrictions whenever they're together, but puts them back when he leaves. Shadow and Rouge have a feeling this is happening but no evidence of it

Rouge and Wave hangout. Probably not regularly, but whenever they get the chance to

Omega laughed once and it sounded like an old toy's audio skipping

Shadow and Rouge both have incredibly sharp teeth

Shadow likes to pretend he's not as much of a trouble maker as Omega so he lets the robot take the fall for most of their co-op crimes. Omega is completely okay with this.

Rouge their "handler" in a bit of an odd way. Instead of trying to stop them from making bad decisions she'll stand behind them and take pictures, then when they get hurt/in trouble/consequences later, she'll show them the pictures of how dumb they looked even while doing it. They both return the favor don't worry.

This is pretty effective but it doesn't work all the time

Especially not on Omega who refuses to abide by social cues period. He does what he wants when he wants, and right now he wants to blow up any brand that's ever had an Eggman sponsor. Is that so wrong of him?

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e123 omega #e 123 omega #i have the mic #asking and answering #team dark #thank you for the ask <3 #i love talking about them i was so excited to answer #thinking about making a post like this on some ships as well maybe idk #wooaahh this is way longer than i thought it was lmao

[knightprincess]

Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 23

Words: 1.9K Warning: This one is a little heavy - mentions of depression, PTSD and Torture (Reconditioning) Pronouns Used: She/Her - (use of Y/N) Note: I am having trouble accessing the series masterlist. I will link it as soon as I can.

5 Months Later

(Y/N) wandered around her lab on Tantis, a depressed sigh escaping her as she continued her repetitive routine—one she hated as much as she did the empire. Snap should have been happy, even hopeful Omega had escaped the secret scientific base with Crosshair, but instead, she felt the opposite: terrified. The empire had discovered how valuable the young clone was and would hunt her down as if she were their prey. 

"We have a new subject for you," came a demanding voice from behind (Y/N), the voice of a female scientist. Snap hadn't bothered to learn her name, as she hadn't expected to be there for so long. The plan was to get as much information as possible within a four-week period, and then she'd be extracted. (Y/N) turned, nodding silently, before retrieving her datapad, if only to find out who the poor soul she had been charged with tormenting this time was. She preyed on the maker. It wasn't another clone she knew, a prayer that was quickly rejected as her heart sank the moment her saddened eyes found the identification number. CC-3636. 

"Wolffe," quickly whispered Snap, as her voice became trapped in her tightening throat and the familiar anxious feelings of the walls closing in around her and being trapped reared its head again. She'd hoped to see the Commander again, but not like this. She still hadn't forgiven herself for turning Tech into a Shadow, one of the many operatives at the empire's beck and call. She knew Wolffe wouldn't be as terrible, but it wouldn't be easier either. He was a friend, a brother to her, and now she was tasked with turning him into another of the empire's shadow assassins. 

(Y/N) soon left her quiet lab, and with dread clouding her mind, she headed toward the large round room reserved for the reconditioning she was to put all shadow operatives through. The torture room as she had unceremoniously labeled it. Ever since Omega and Crosshair had escaped, security had been far tighter; Mistress Nala Se had been locked away in a cell as punishment for her part in the breakout. Where as Emerie Carr had been promoted to head scientist of Project Necromancer. The base seemed colder and grew colder the more the empire strangled the wider galaxy. 

The moment Snap entered the rounded room, she was met with silence. Two TK Troopers stood guard over Wolffe as if he were a dangerous criminal; the Commander himself at least seemed peaceful. There was little doubt in (Y/N)'s mind that he'd been dosed with something before being transported to the secretive scientific base. 

"You may leave," spoke Snap, her voice cold and sharp as it cut through the silence and ricocheted off the durasteel walls. Both plastid-clad men seemed confused by her dismissal of them, sharing a glance before turning their attention back to her. 

"Negative, Ma'am," replied the taller of the two, shaking his head as if to convey the message quicker. "We have orders to stay for your safety. The clone is a dangerous insurgent," he uttered; the unnamed soldier had expected to see fear flash across (Y/N) features. Instead, her expression remained neutral, even more so as she buried the truth she knew. Wolffe wouldn't hurt her, although she'd admit she was terrified he was there. She questioned whether Tarkin had figured out where Wolffe's loyalty truly lay or if the commander had done something to earn the wrath of the empire. 

"That was not a request," replied (Y/N), her bottled-up anger and self-hatred slipping through ever so slightly. "If you wish to stand guard, then do so outside the room. Being within will only distract me from my work," she added, turning her attention back to the datapad as she walked over to the small office and storage area, retrieving the medical supplies needed to complete the first of many tasks. 

Wolffe seemed to regain consciousness as Snap went about the assessment. His sight blurry as he glanced around the room, but as it began to focus, the commander panicked, even more so upon becoming aware he was in an unknown place, a laboratory of some kind, restrained by the wrists, ankles, and several other areas, including his head. He'd been able to yell out to be let free of the restraint demand even when (Y/N) came into view, reaching to release the restraint around his head and loosening those around his torso and wrists. 

Although some relief had washed over his clouded mind, it was quickly overcome with concern. (Y/N) was before him now but far different than he'd observed her to be in the past. There was no warmth to her now; she had closed herself off completely as if to protect herself and what remained of her fractured heart. Her touch was still gentle but didn't have the same comfort as before. It was as if the empire had broken her down and molded what remained into something else. As they did with his slowly disappearing brothers.

"(Y/N)," whispered Wolffe, wanting to reach out to her but found it impossible with the restraints. "Snap," he called, thankful that she had turned her attention to him. She quickly moved to wipe away the stray tear running down her cheek as if rubbing away any sign of weakness the empire could exploit. But despite her best efforts, she couldn't suppress her true self when someone called her by the affectionate nickname. 

"They want to repurpose you," whispered (Y/N), a ragged sigh escaping her as she tried to recompose herself long enough to explain what she was tasked with doing. "I'm supposed to recondition you and ensure you're loyal to the empire. You'll become a shadow like Tech and Cody," she added, unsure how to feel when Wolffe had understood so quickly what that meant, what he'd be put through to achieve the goal. 

"Were they successful?" questioned Wolffe, digging for even the littlest shred of hope. (Y/N) only nodded, Cody had been one of the first she'd succeeded with, he stopped fighting after she took over from Rampart. Tech had been successful, too, although his deviant nature had yielded some interesting results and a slither of hope. "Remember Wabani?" asked the commander, resigning himself to the fate ahead. He would have fought tooth and nail to escape if it were anyone else. He would have made things as difficult as possible. Snap was different. Only now did it truly resonate with Wolffe the meaning behind Gregor's words. Snap was the weapon the empire had against the clones. 

"Forgive me," voiced Snap, gently squeezing his hand before the interrogation droid floated closer. Just like with Cody and Tech, she intended to botch the reconditioning, if only so it could be reversed. However, it didn't bring her any comfort, knowing each of them would remember the torture, the agonizing pain, and the scary after-effects of it all. Like Crosshair did, although (Y/N) wondered if the sniper had realized he was the key to finding the secret scientific base. 

The reconditioning had only partially worked on Crosshair; his deviant and defiant nature had prevented most of it from sticking. Although the torture had left its mark, the nerve damage was a constant reminder, as were the flashbacks and nightmares. Upon realizing nothing wouldn't permanently stick with the sniper, Snap had taken a leap of faith, implanting a small microchip with the information she'd recovered and the coordinates of the base. Crosshair had everything, even if unknowingly. Even if she were caught, her mission would succeed the moment those fighting against the empire recovered the information. 

"Mistress," voiced CX-2 from beneath his helmet, his voice mechanical and unrecognizable via it. With his return, Snap knew he had successfully retrieved Omega. The civvi medic knew why he'd come to her. All Shadow troopers knew to find her upon return to undergo a medical evaluation. 

"Are the others okay?" questioned Snap, adverting her eyes away from Wolffe's torture. His screams and howls of pain would haunt her, just like the others before had. CX-2 could only nod, moving to block her view of the interrogation droid and Wolffe helplessly strapped down to the operating table. As if shades of his old self shone through, the shadow operative reached for her datapad, turned off the droid with little hesitation, and completed the actions that Snap was paralyzed to do. 

Carefully, he nudged her to the small lift, the round observation tower servicing as her medical bay for all the Shadow Operatives. Upon perching on the end of the examination table, he removed the black helmet, placing it at his side, his vision turning blurry now, only outlines of objects and shadows moving across the room. (Y/N)'s presence being the clearest thing there. 

"Your injuries are almost healed," spoke Snap, her voice calmer now as her gentle hand traced the scars scattering his face and neck. "Is there any pain? Your eye, neck, or cybernetics?" she asked, detecting Tech's inner struggle. His deviant nature had prevented the reconditioning from permanently sticking but had resulted in what was equal to two worlds colliding within his head, essentially doubling his suffering and pain. "The migraines, are they any better?" 

"Anyone else would have deemed me a lost cause," Tech commented in response, focusing his blurred vision on her. His miss-matched eyes were similar to Wolffe's now. One is golden brown, and the other is a cold, clouded silver. "There is little you can do to fix my vision, Cyare. My goggles shattered the way they did, and the shards from the train did more damage than I care to admit." 

"And I did further damage with the reconditioning," replied (Y/N), stepping back in an attempt to regain her slipping composure. She'd reached her limit weeks ago but forced all her feelings into a little box and buried them at the back of her mind to try and fix those she was forced to break. She did this to pull off a facade of confidence and hide the true terrified little girl she truly was inside. 

"CX-2," called Hemlock the moment he entered the tinted room. As per usual, he had a calm and reserved aura about him, yet his eyes glistered with anger, even malice—an unusual sight, to say the least. "Take her into custody. Ensure she's properly secured in a cell," he ordered, ignoring the confusion and fear appearing across Snap's features. Instead, Hemlock's attention turned to Wolffe, helplessly strapped to a table, in and out of consciousness as he tried to order his scrambled thoughts and senses. The recent call with Tarkin only proved to shake Hemlock's trust in those around him, even more so if the admiral's theory was correct. (Y/N) was working with the tormented commander and against the empire. 

"It's only until my investigation is complete. Admiral Tarkin brought a concerning theory to my attention," reported Hemlock, cluing the civvi medic in and alerting her to her dire situation, even more so when it dawned on her that her time for escape and rescue had passed. The only way she was likely to leave the facility was if the empire wanted her to. 

Series Masterlist

#the bad batch #star wars #reader insert #reader interactive #star wars fanfiction #forgive me (echo x medic reader) #echo x medic reader #medic reader #cx 2 #tech bad batch #dr hemlock #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on inkitt #cross posted on quotev #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on neobook #part 23 #commander wolffe #mentions of commander cody #mentions of crosshair #star wars fanfic #x reader

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: February ‘23 Part 1

Welcome to February’s recommendation list. If you wish to be featured with one of your pieces or as a writer, I follow the #MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB and check it daily for new content for me to check out. I also share AO3 works in this list; just message me a link to your stories. I’m currently back in college, so response times will range from right away to 24 hours. I hope you all had an amazing January and a wonderful February.

<< January '23

February Pt. 2 '23 >>

My Masterlist

In This Heart Playlist • In This Heart Masterlist (Tommy Shelby x OFC! Estella Holland) • In This Heart: Prologue • St Jude Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Mad Max: The Playlist • Black Butterflies Moodboard (Mad Max) • Mad King Ronan Playlist • Broken Crown Moodboard (Mad King Ronan) • Work Song Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Princes of the Universe Moodboard (Eddie Munson) • Bright Horses Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Poor Wayfaring Stranger Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Home Moodboard (Tommy Shelby)

ONE-SHOTS:

Love Like A Bruise by @targaryenvampireslayer >> 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐓𝐖𝐒!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - Summary: 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫… 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. | I’m so glad I read this! I love me some dark!Bucky and this did not fail me. The ending, though, was such a surprise. *chefs kiss* Hi, upcoming reader; please read the warnings! ⚠️

A Private After Party by @angrythingstarlight >> Rockstar!Stucky x Reader - Summary: You've been invited to a very special afterparty with your rockstar boyfriends. "Sweetheart, you are the afterparty." | Of course, this is hot! @angrythingstarlight wrote it, so I knew from the get-go it was going to be hot. Head the warnings going in, folks, and enjoy.

Marked by @jadedvibes >> Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: Your secret relationship is nearly exposed when Natasha spots Bucky's neck covered in hickeys. | I loved how protective Natasha was in this and how the smut was as well.

Trouble Maker by @jurassicbarnes >> Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: In which you thank Bucky in your own wonderful way. He kinda loves it. | *Blushes*

Au Revoir by @vase-of-lilies >> Dark!Steve Rogers x (f)Reader - Summary - You've been captured by Steve Rogers and he's doing everything he can to possibly break you. This time, he quite possibly succeeded. | I forgot how much I missed reading Dark!Steve sometimes. This was nice, a nice little reminder of that. Head the warnings before diving in!

When I Hear Your Name by @georgiapeach30513 >> Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: You should have never left.  Things were perfect. | 10/10 so good ya’ll. Please read the warnings before proceeding to read, it might be too intense for some, but I did enjoy it. The smut was great!

Need You Now by @angrythingstarlight >> Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader - Summary: Bucky is an insatiable, greedy man and now he can't wait to show you how much fun you're going to have making a baby with him. And he's going to want to practice again and again. | Hot and spicy, everyone. Read the warnings and enjoy it as I did!

SERIES:

Innocent by @queenshelby >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You are forced to marry Thomas Shelby after the death of his wife, Grace. Unfortunately for you, your marriage isn’t as beautiful as you thought it would be. Will you build love and desire for each other? | Such a good series to binge when you want to get your mind off things. You get Peaky Blinder Tommy and Husband Tommy. Everything you could need.

Yule by @string-of-beads >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary - Y/N is a barmaid who has always been fascinated by Tommy, and now she's caught up in his world. What could possibly happen in the Peaky world for Y/N? (My horrible summary sorry) | I may have gotten teary-eyed a few times while reading this it was so good. I binged the whole series this evening and I’m so glad I did. Please do yourself a favor and read it!

The Photographer by @midnightmagpiemama >> Mordern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Hired by Ada Thorne, Reader who is a photographer catches the eye of single CEO dad Tommy Shelby. She is just as interested in him and his son, Charlie. Can they make a family, overcoming both their past? | I’m looking forward to upcoming updates on it. I highly suggest it to those who like Modern!Tommy Shelby.

Family Ties by @peakyscillian >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: The Shelby’s will do anything for family. | Please read the warnings when it comes to reading this. I really enjoy reading modern Peaky Blinders, and this story has the grittiness of show in modern times.

Teach Me by @inthepeakymidwinter >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy takes a special interest in Shelby Company LTD.'s newest secretary. | It’s perfect! Perfect, perfect, perfect! I can’t wait to read more.

ONE-SHOTS:

Have It All by @look-at-the-soul >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Professor Jeremiah invites a friend during his ethics class to talk to his students since they are starting their last year in college. Turns out you weren’t a stranger to Mr. Shelby. | I was looking for modern!Tommy and boy did this feed my need. It's just perfect as I'm a college student. Just read it and enjoy.

Just a Stranger Now by @gypsy-girl-08 >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Thomas bumps into an old love interest. | Prepare for an emotional rollercoaster with this one.

The Silver Lining by @runnning-outof-time >> Tommy Shelby x Daughter!Reader - Summary: (Y/N) Shelby's always been the 'forgotten one' in her family, but there may just be a silver lining in all of her suffering. | All the feelings that were rolled up in this one, you guys. I wasn’t prepared. Grab some tissues, maybe don't; you never know, I’m a big baby. It's just so good, and you don't expect the ending that you get.

Mr. Loverman by @pherelesytsia >> Tommy Shelby x Female/Pregnant Reader - Summary: Thomas receives a call and imagines the worst. | Worried Thomas is sort of cute, I will not lie. I loved watching how caring he was.

Whatever You Want by @peakyswift >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You storm out the house after a fight with Tommy. | I felt like it was almost giving Tommy a taste of his own medicine, all those times he walks out on fights.

His Property by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You know exactly where you stand with Tommy until those lines get blurred. | This has emotions and the spiciness I could ever need in one one-shot.

Show Me by @floraltypes >> Tommy Shelby x female!Reader - Summary: The Shelby can’t help himself when making a business visit. | This is what I needed to get my mind off my homework that I really should be doing! Thank you! So happy I read it.

You Can Let Go by @tommyspeakycap >> Tommy Shelby x sister!reader | Summary: Tommy dying, but his withering body is hanging on because his heart knows his little sister still needs him now just as much as she ever has…he won’t let go until he hears her words | Grab your tissues because folks this is an emotional one.

AO3:

Everything's a Nagotiation by plotbunniesletmesleep//@3988akasha >> Tommy Shelby x OFC - Summary: Mackenzie Theil's cousin is in debt to the Peaky Blinders and in order to save his own life, he offers up Mackenzie's services. Unfortunately for Mackenzie, she piqued Thomas Shelby's interest. | I like this story of how Tommy and his men keep turning out of nowhere. Okay, so maybe a little stalkerish... but trust me at just five chapters, I'm sucked in.

ONE-SHOTS:

Baby Mine by @cevansgoatee >> Chris Evans x Wife!Reader - Summary - Chris has a little heart-to-heart with your six-year-old from a previous marriage. | Not me over here crying like a big wimpy baby over this beautiful one-shot.

One Hundred Percent by @daydreamingatnight209 >> Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader - Summary: With sleep nonexistent since bringing home baby Gigi, Conrad takes it upon himself to get up with her tonight. | I love this so much. I am so glad I happened upon this on my dashboard; it made my day.

A Different Kind of Battlefield by @daydreamingatnight209 >> Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader - Summary: With a nursing shortage at Chastain and working triple shifts reader is exhausted, who will be there to catch her when she breaks? | Seriously I love reading Conrad and reader, and I didn't know I needed it till today.

Eternal Summer by @get-your-fics >> Paul Atreides x fem!Reader - Summary: Paul ***ks you in a tent on Arrakis. | I'm not sure how I wound up here, but I'm so glad that I did.

Switching Coats by @sufferingstarlight >> Timotheé Chalamet x Reader - Summary: TW: Periods; Reader gets her period and is in need of help from Timotheé who volunteers to switch jackets with them. | Having gone through a similar situation in 7th grade, this was adorable and I knew I had to share.

Expect the Unexpected Baby by @f10werfae >> Henry Cavill x Reader - Summary: Henry breaks up with Y/n, only to discover he’s left something of his behind, his baby. Does he try and reconcile? or Does he just accept the path he’s made? | An emotional rollercoaster of a one-shot.

Striptease Request by @thisismysecondrodeo >> Ted Lasso x Reader - Summary: Ted does a striptease to Pony by Ginuwine. | I’m so glad my friend sent me this to read. Let me just say Ted Lasso can dance for me any day and can wear underwear with my face on them any day. This made my day by 1000%.

She'll Have The World If She Wants It by @auroracalisto >> Uhtred Ragnarssson x Fem!Reader - Summary: [tw: pregnancy] Reader is pregnant and trying to keep it a secret for as long as possible till she possibly can't anymore. | This was so good! I love Uhtred so much, and I didn’t know there was a fandom on here writing for him! I need more!

Valhalla Bound by @icarusignite >> Finan x GenderNeutral!Reader - Summary: Summary: During the ransacking of Rumcofa, you save Osferth thus exchanging his fate for yours. | Give me till the next list to have emotionally recovered from this one.

SERIES:

Begin Again by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Ted Lasso x OFC (Penny) - Summary - When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season’s pressures and the demons of their past? | I was so excited to see this get posted last week and be able to be one of the first people to reblog it. Penny and Ted are officially one of my fanfiction OTPs. If you are a Ted Lasso Fan, I highly suggest you give this one a read.

@shelbydelrey - Isa was one of the first writers for Peaky Blinder's content that caught my eye when I made my return to Tumblr. Writing mostly for Tommy Shelby and some for Alfie, she immerses you into Small Heath and the Peaky world, making you forget you're actually reading. I highly suggest you check out Isa and give her a follow.

@georgiapeach30513 - Jennifer has an expansive collection of series and one-shots for us readers to choose from on her masterlist. Currently, I'm most excited about reading her series A Losing Hand, which is a Mafia AU. Jennifer's casting of it looks spectacular for it as it has various Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters as well as other Marvel and actors alike.

@runnning-outof-time - K writes for Peaky Blinders and does a wonderful job at it. I love their blog after being back for a short amount of time, and I know I’ll be looking forward to what they post in the future

#timothee chalamet x reader #tommy shelby x reader #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #midnightswithdearkatytspb #ktk rec #mcu fanfiction #peaky blinders #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides #dune #chris evans x reader #chris evans #beefy!bucky x reader #modern!tommy shelby #modern!tommy shelby x reader #alpha!bucky x omega!reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!tommy shelby x reader #dark!thomas shelby x reader #fanfiction recommendation #conrad hawkins x reader #conrad hawkins #the resident fox #dark!bucky barnes x reader #tommy shelby x sister!reader #thomas shelby x sister reader #moodboard

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

WAIT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU'RE WRITING A JOSHUA ABO?!!!!

Can we get some of his personality characteristics or something. 🥺

Hmmm here is a little bit of a teaser, this is him and y/n's first written interaction in the story:

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“Hi there.” 

You looked up from the coffee maker that was probably five billion years old, pausing in your action of lightly banging it to try and get it to work. You smiled to try and hide your frustration and fought hard to keep the smile up when you realized that the person standing there was none other than everyone’s favorite CEO. 

“CEO Hong,” you greeted. “Sorry, I’m just…” You elbowed the coffee machine, frustration flashing through your body. “Trying to get old Betty here to work.” 

CEO Hong���s face was riddled with a mixture of amusement and confusion. 

“You know I bought coffee for the office? It’s just-” 

“I don’t like americanos,” you said shortly. CEO Hong hesitated. 

“Oh.” 

He stared at you for a second as you elbowed the coffee machine again. 

“Well, it just seems like Old Betty doesn’t work very well anymore.” 

“She works,” you gritted out. You were sure the CEO was confused by your frustration. By your pure anger and resentment but that anger and resentment just made you that much more frustrated. Those damn suppressants made your patience run thinner than when you were off of them. Something about not being able to experience your heat... You didn’t really know. 

“What kind of coffee do you like?” He asked you. You hit the machine again with your elbow and finally, it buzzed to life, dropping little drizzles of honestly the worst coffee you had ever had in your life. But still, you were relieved. 

“And why do you care?” You asked him, placing your elbow on the counter to give him an annoyed look. 

Yes, he was the CEO. Yes, he had the power to fire you. Yes, you should be more respectful as “an omega should be”. 

But it was bad enough that you even needed to have coffee. Bad enough that it had to be from the dusty old tin of coffee the company kept under the counter in the back. Bad enough that you were using powder creamer and expired sugar to make it drinkable. 

In fact, it was all so bad that you simply could not handle being respectful to the man in front of you who couldn’t even bother to get you all a good coffee maker which- By the way- Was much cheaper and more sustainable than buying americanos for the whole office every day. 

“I just… Well, it seems like this kind of coffee isn’t really-“ He was interrupted by the coffee machine very loudly, forcing the last bit of coffee into the glass coffee pitcher. You both stared at it. “Good for you.” 

You decided to ignore him entirely. You reached into the cupboard grabbing one of the dusty old glass mugs that had a crack down the side and you were pretty sure was only used by you. You wiped the dust off with a napkin because- what was a little dust when you were drinking dirt water anyway. 

You dumped your powder creamer into your cup and a bit of the sugar and as you went to pour the coffee a hand fell over yours. 

“You’ve got to be kidding,” CEO Hong insisted, wrestling the glass pitcher out of your hand. “I think that is going to kill you.” 

You two fell into a small silence, your brain fuzzy from the close proximity of him.

You were confused.

You hated that you couldn’t distinguish scents that well anymore, your brain just couldn't pick them out. You could smell hints of alpha on his collar but… It was so heavily dampened by the scent of a beta… Maybe he was dating an alpha? It certainly wasn’t uncommon. And much less looked down upon than a beta dating an omega.  

After all, omegas are best bred by alpha’s... You were ripped from your thoughts when you realized that CEO Hong seemed confused by your scent as well. His eyebrows were furrowed, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. 

Was your scent noticeable? Were you going to get in trouble for not dampening it well enough?

You let Joshua have the glass pitcher of coffee and practically ripped yourself away from him. Subconsciously, readjusting your shirt and letting your hair down, as to help distinguish any lingering scent of omega on you. 

Once the distance was put between you two, CEO Hong seemed to remember the situation. 

“I can’t let you drink this,” he said, his eyebrows still furrowed. He was still thrown off by your scent. 

“O-Okay, fine, I won’t,” you agreed. “I don’t need the coffee anyways.” 

You really needed to take stronger scent blockers, penny-pinching be damned. You wondered if any of the other omegas could suggest you better ones.

That lingering scent on Joshua was itching your brain. The alpha he was with had such a strong scent, it was affecting you in a way that no alpha had before and they weren’t even actually there. 

“I’ll be getting back to work now.” 

Before CEO Hong could say anything more you were rushing off, fumbling with your phone to get Gyuheon’s attention, knowing that he always had scent blockers on him.  

#how do scent dampeners work #ARE THEY PILLS? #i assumed it was like perfume #but i was seeing somethings on tiktok that has made me feel otherwise #so some details of this story might possibly change #seventeen teaser #b: 익명 #ALSO HELLO? #A PERSON EXCITED FOR THE ABO FIC

[captain039]

PART 2 Taming the fire

Alpha!Kylo Ren x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, sexual, jealousy, smut, anger issues, swearing, emotional, dark themes, semi-public smut, inappropriate uses of the force. gonna make it really smutty hopefully xD

Kylo doesn’t understand romance or relationships. 😂

Previous part <-

you were struggling with control, the feeling of him was making you light headed. His scent made your knees weak too. You gave in eventually letting him kiss your neck and undress your partly. He was determined to get you off with his mouth again, you laid on the edge of the bed, legs over his shoulders and back arched as he ate you out. You kept an arm over your face, it was still daylight and you couldn’t handle the lust in his eyes. His fingers zoomed joined his mouth, slowly opening you up, gosh his fingers were big. You whined and huffed out air, mindful to keep quiet. It was hard when your alpha was giving you this much pleasure and attention. His thumb worked against your clit while he lapped and licked. You were close, stomach tightening before he brought you over the edge. You bit the back of your arm to stop the moans as he rode out your high and stopped. You panted harshly trying to gain your breath back as he stood and put his gloves back on. You frowned slightly and gathered your underwear and pants and pulled them up.

“I have to attend a meeting” he said and left swiftly so there was no argument. You sat baffled ready to slap him again, was he not turned on? Didn’t he want release? Was he not attracted to you in that way? you groaned in frustration and laid back down on the comfortable bed. You didn’t leave the room, not like you had a choice anyway, you spoke with your family and Leo, well mainly ranting angrily to Leo and saying you were on a nice trip to your family. Poor Leo, he probably didn’t want to know any of this, but he did, then again he probably enjoyed the drama of knowing the supreme leader alpha was horrible at communication and relationships. You were brought dinner and sat out on the balcony, the poor maid looked terrified for some reason and avoided conversation with you. Tucked tail and bolted out the door pretty much. Had news really gone around that you were the supreme leaders mate? A new empress. You sure as hell wasn’t a mate or empress, what rumours were floating around.

You left the room with a hood and very horrible disguise, but it’d have to do. You put on some scent blocker, you didn’t care what your so called mate said. You walked around the palace, it was beautiful, the gardens were even more beautiful. You got lost in there, enjoying the greens, the reds, blues any colour you could think of in the flowers. You hid from pass byers who ignored you for the most part, a frown your way, but they always continued on. Problem was, you got lost, you were going in circles and it was getting dark, maker how big was this damn garden.

‘Where are you?’ You jumped at the voice and turned around only to see no one.

“What?” You muttered making sure no one was truely around.

‘Omega, where are you?’ You recognised the voice as the supreme leaders.

“The garden?” You answered out loud questionably.

‘Stay there’ he answered in your head and you huffed, you were so in trouble now. When you saw him you contemplated running to avoid a scolding, but he didn’t look overly pissed. You grinned at him though and he faltered, the dark garden now lit up slightly by some lights. You ran down a path a laugh leaving your lips as you sought to find a hiding place. You hid in a small shed thing filled with some tools. You held a hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t make so much noise, a smile on your face.

“Why’re we playing this game?” You heard him call unamused and you snorted slightly.

“We’re not children” he added with a scold and you felt saddened a little that he wasn’t fully going along. You left your little shed quietly and wandered a bit trying to find a new spot. Something grabbed you though and pulled you back against a hard chest. You relaxed though knowing who it was and grinned. The alphas arm was around your waist, keeping you put while you chuckled.

“Not very good at hiding” he commented and you laughed shaking your head. You didn’t sense any annoyance or anger from him though and smiled as you glanced over your shoulder to him.

“There isn’t exactly any hiding spots” you said.

“I can’t hide in the garden i’d ruin it” you chuckled lightly hands on his arm and he hummed.

“Why’re you out here?” His voice turned serious and you felt slumped.

“I wanted to see the palace” you sighed pulling away from him and crossing your arms. You turned to face him seeing that same stern look.

“It’s not safe here” he said and you huffed.

“I have a disguise on! And scent blockers! Besides nobody knows who I really am, I’m just some random omega who showed up with you!” you didn’t mean to snap but, did anyway, hugging yourself slightly.

“You are not some random omega” he sneered.

“I’m certainly not yours!” You snapped back. He was quick to move, hand on your throat holding you in place while he looked down at you. You gasped body tensing and hands going to his wrist. He didn’t harm you though, just held.

“You are mine” he said lowly eyes swirling with emotions as he stared at you. You gulped slightly not answering and he let you go with a growl.

“We’re going back to the room and you’ll stay there” he said sternly and began to walk away and you followed with your head down.

#kylo ren x reader #alpha kylo ren x reader #alpha kylo #supreme leader kylo #x reader #aob #Starwars

[kaminocasey]

A Glimpse of Us

Summary: You thought Rex was killed in action. You tried to move on with Hunter. Rex comes back and you question if you've really moved on.

Pairing: Hunter x Reader, Rex x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Angst, mentions of death

WC: 3K

A/N: I heard the song "A Glimpse of Us" by Joji and KNEW I needed to write something angsty soooo here we are. I cranked this out in like 3 hours so I apologize if it's rough! But for real, go listen to that song. So good. So heartbreaking.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3A | Part 3B

“Hey what’s going on in here?” Cid shouts as you all make your way back to the bar. “Who are you?”

All of the guys have their guns drawn, waiting for the first sign of trouble. You can’t see past Hunter, so you’re not sure what’s happening.

“Rex?” You hear Echo ask.

Rex? It couldn’t be. You peek around Hunter’s shoulder and sure enough… It's him. The former love of your life. The one you thought had died during Order 66. You know Hunter can probably hear your heart pounding right out of your chest. You feel like you’re going to throw up.

“Oh great. Another clone. Just what I needed. Well, don’t get comfy. I’m done taking in strays.” Cid complains then turns to Hunter. “This ain’t a clone clubhouse, ya know.”

Cid grumbles as she walks back to her office.

Rex’s eyes go soft when they meet yours. You want to run into his arms. You can’t though. You stay beside Hunter. Your current partner. Your love. Your cyare. You notice the way that Hunter moves closer to you. 

Rex puts his blaster away. You cross your arms, unsure of what to do. 

“It’s okay.” Hunter murmurs to you. 

You look up at him and then back at Rex. You cross the ten feet between the two of you and throw your arms around him, Rex does the same, enveloping you in his arms, burying his face in your hair. 

“I thought you were gone…” You whisper, feeling your lips tremble as you try to fight back tears. 

You think back to the day that Tech told you that Rex was gone… you were wrecked and couldn’t sleep for weeks.

“To be honest, so did I.” He tells you. “I’m so glad you found these guys.”

“They found me, actually.” You tell him, looking up at him but not letting go.

You were with General Billaba when the clones turned against her, against their will. You were terrified out of your mind, but you trusted the Batch. They were just as confused as you were. You had all managed to escape the new “Empire” for the time being. 

“Captain.” Hunter pulls the two of you out of your moment. 

“It’s been a while, boys.” Rex nods to them and then pulls away only slightly.

“Where have you been, Rex?” Echo asks.

“Hmm. That’s a long story.” Rex shrugs. 

Rex proceeds to tell all of you exactly what happened to him and Ahsoka Tano and how she helped him get his inhibitor chip out and then how they managed to escape being killed by the other clones. Then, he tells you about how he’s been keeping a low profile.

“Very low. Imperial files have you listed as killed in action.” Tech tells him.

Your heart clenches at the words, even though you can see that it’s clearly not the truth. Thank the Maker.

“Being dead in the Empire’s eyes has its advantages.” Rex tells him. 

He keeps an arm around your lower back as you stand next to him while he sits at the bar. You don’t know how to tell him about Hunter. You don’t know how to pull away from him after all this time. You just hope that Hunter understands. 

“Well, how’d you track us down?” Echo asks him.

“Trace and Rafa Martez.” Rex replies. “They said a squad of rogue clones helped them on Corellia. They told me I could find you here. And that you were traveling with a kid and a woman. And now that I’ve figured out the mystery woman… Who's the kid?”

You look at Hunter. He doesn’t quite meet your eyes but looks at Rex and explains who Omega is and how she’s a clone just like them. The look of shock on Rex’s face is brief due to Wrecker and Omega coming back from getting Mantell Mix.

“Well, look who it is!” Wrecker laughs, loudly. “Come here, Rex.” 

Wrecker picks up Rex and hugs him tightly. You take that moment to return to Hunter’s side as he leans against the bar. He smiles softly down at you in reassurance and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. Your anxiety is starting to rise slightly. Hopefully no one expects you to be normal right now.

“Yeah.” Rex grunts, struggling for breath in Wrecker’s arms as he dangles like four feet off the ground. “Good to see you too, Wrecker.”

“I thought you didn’t like the regs?” Omega asks, confused.

“This one we like.” Wrecker chuckles as he sets Rex back down.

Rex looks over at you again and sees you next to Hunter. You can see it click in his eyes. He knows that you and Hunter are together. Which is fine. Right? 

“Omega. This is Rex.” Hunter tells her.

Rex peels his eyes away from you and turns to look at Omega, kneeling down to her level. 

“I’ve met many clones in my life, but never one like you.” Rex’s voice is soft, sweet even. 

Omega looks at Rex as if she’s studying him. “You’re a generation one.”

“Now, how’d you know that?” Rex asks her.

“From the lines on your face.” She shrugs. It reminds you of Tech which makes you smile.

All of you chuckle with Rex. She technically just called him old. Which wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, you suppose. Clones do age faster than a regular human. 

“Yeah, I guess I’ve been around.” Rex looks back at you.

“You got that right.” Wrecker grins and then groans, gripping his head. “Y/n, I need one of those med patches.” 

Wrecker has been complaining of headaches for a while now. You and Tech have been keeping an eye on it, keeping him comfortable with med patches and medicine. You chalked it up to stress to all the new changes.

“You used the last one, Wrecker. I’m sorry.” You try to look at his head where he’s gripping it. 

“What’s wrong?” Rex asks, his face completely serious now. 

You look at him, confused. 

“Nothing. It’s just a headache.” Wrecker explains. 

“Which are becoming more frequent.” Echo adds.

“Is that so?” Rex asks, his voice lowering with concern and seriousness. 

“If you’re concerned about the so-called inhibitor chips, don’t be. Our deviant nature seems to have impeded their functionality.” Tech chimes in. “Except in Crosshair.”

Rex’s eyebrows furrow deeper. “You’re telling me you haven’t removed your chips?” 

“No, not yet.” Tech answers.

Rex steps in front of Omega and pulls back his poncho so that his hand can hover over his blaster, sending everyone else into alert mode. What’s wrong with him?

“Rex?” Hunter steps away from you, shielding you from Rex and putting his hand out. 

“Those chips make you a threat to everyone around you. Even them.” Rex gestures to Omega and then you. “You’re all ticking time bombs.”

Hunter steps closer to Rex with his hand up in a non threatening way. “Take it easy, Captain.” 

You feel your heart in your throat, unsure of what’s happening. You’ve never seen Rex like this. 

“What’s in your head is more dangerous than you can imagine. I’ve seen what happens when the chip activates, and I don’t want to bury anymore of our brothers.” Rex tells them. 

You can see the hurt and anguish in his eyes. He’s been through something terrible. You want to reach out to him and console him. You stay behind Hunter, though. 

“Trust me… it is not something you can control. I couldn’t.” Rex looks down for a second and that’s when you step away from Hunter and walk back up to Rex, resting a palm on his face, making him look at you. You just need him to calm down for a moment.

The tension in his shoulders practically melts as you touch him. Just like before… When he’d come back to you, all you’d have to do is wrap him in your arms and he’d melt like putty. 

When you think he’s okay, you pull away. 

“It’s a risk you do not want to take.” Rex glances back at Hunter.

Hunter looks at you and then Omega. “How do you suggest we get them out?” 

“Good question. I’ll be in touch.” Rex nods to Hunter. 

Rex looks at you one last time before leaving the bar and you can feel your heart try to leave with him again. You look back at Hunter and you see his gaze shift away from yours. Perhaps consoling Rex was the wrong move… 

“Do you think you could find out about Captain Rex of the 501st?” You ask Tech as everyone else is asleep. 

“I can try.” Tech nods, pulling up his holopad and searching. 

After a few moments, he puts the pad down and looks at you, pulling his goggles up on his head so that he can really look at you.

“Tech?” You feel your stomach start to sink.

Please no… 

“I’m sorry…” He looks down.

“No… look again.” You shake your head.

Rex was the love of your life. You were supposed to grow old together and move to a farm and get married and have kids… The two of you had your entire lives after the war planned out. And now…

“Look. Again.” You tell Tech.

You don’t mean to sound rude or angry… but it just couldn’t be true… could it? Rex survived everything… It wouldn’t make sense for him to not survive this. 

“Please…” You beg Tech.

He hands you the holopad to see for yourself. There in your hands, on the screen, is the face of the blond love of your life… with the red banner across the top: KILLED IN ACTION. You hand him the holopad and quickly walk to the fresher, letting the door slide closed behind you as you slump to the floor and sob. 

Hours later, Hunter comes and scoops you off the floor and carries you to a bunk, letting you cry until your eyes go dry and hurt. You don’t leave the bunk for days. Echo kneels next to you, trying desperately to get you to eat.

“How can I go on?” You ask Echo as Hunter stands in the doorway, terrified. 

“One day at a time.” Echo squeezes your hand.

He was right. Slowly, the pain just took the backseat and you were able to ignore it. 

Present

Back on the ship, in hyperspace, Wrecker shakes his knee, gripping his head. You try everything you can without the med patch. All you have to offer is a warm compress to hold over his eyes. Unfortunately, Wrecker is just a smidge impatient and tosses it back to you as he gets up to pace. 

“I don’t like this plan.” He groans to Hunter as Hunter comes back toward the bunks where Tech and Omega are working on Gonky as you try to help Wrecker. 

Hunter glances at you and then places a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder. “We agreed to meet Rex on Bracca. That’s what we’re doing.”

“He wants to cut open my head.” Wrecker points at his head, nervously.

“All of our heads, actually.” Tech points out. 

“Not mine. I don’t have an inhibitor chip.” Omega points out. 

“Why not? Now, that’s not fair.” Wrecker grumbles. 

You try to get Hunter’s attention but he ignores you and starts to talk to Tech about the chip scanner. You take that as your sign to leave the room and walk up to the cockpit, joining Echo at the steering panel.

“Are you alright?” Echo asks you, softly.

You shrug, leaning your head back against the seat. “Doesn’t matter.” 

“Of course it matters.” Echo assures you, turning to look at you.

You roll your head to look at Echo. He’s looking at you softly. He knows about you and Rex. He was one of Rex’s closest friends. He and his brother Fives.

“Do you remember when Tech told me about Rex being killed in action and all I could do for weeks was lie awake and cry?” You ask him.

He nods. Of course he does. He was there for you every single day. 

“I used to wish more than anything that he’d come back to me. And then Hunter and I just… happened. We’ve only been together a couple weeks…” You murmur softly, trying not to let Hunter hear you. 

“You have to do what’s best for you.” Echo tells you. 

“How do I know what that is?” You ask him.

He shrugs. “Well, no offense, but we saw the way you calmed Rex down…” 

“Yeah and now Hunter is mad at me.” You groan, quietly.

When you finally reach Bracca, you land near Rex’s ship and all get out. You try your hardest to keep your eyes down, knowing it’d be hard to look at him again. 

What you and Hunter have is great. You’re able to rely on each other. He is so sweet and kind. It is new, though. 

“Stay here.” Hunter and Rex tell you simultaneously.

They look at each other with a furrowed brow. You roll your eyes. 

“Whatever. Come on, Omega. We have plenty to keep us busy.” You tell her, sitting on the steps of the Marauder.

Omega glances at Hunter and he nods. She follows you and sits next to you as you rest your chin in your hands, watching the guys walk away. Rex glances back at you first and your chest tightens. Hunter glances back at you next and you feel the ache in your chest next. 

“What’s going on?” Omega asks you.

Omega is the most perceptive child you’ve ever met. She catches on to everything very quickly, but you know this isn’t something she needs to worry about. Not to mention, it’s not appropriate to burden a child with adult matters. Granted, she’s been through more than a lot of children. 

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” You put a smile on your face as you look at her. 

“How much older?” She asks you.

“Hmmm… at least five years older.” You shrug, amused. 

“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes and you can’t help but laugh.

 You get up as you pat her on the shoulder and go back into the ship to make yourself busy. Hopefully, they'll find what they’re looking for quickly. 

About five hours in, you have music playing as you and Omega just finish up cleaning the entire ship and decide to play a board game that you secretly took from Cid’s. You feed Omega dinner as you play. You hear voices coming and go to greet the guys but find TK troopers, which means that Crosshair probably isn’t too far away. 

“Hide. Now.” You whisper. 

You help lift her up into the overhead unit and then crawl up there yourself, shutting the door as softly as possible. You don’t know how Crosshair could have possibly found you, but right now, your biggest concern is keeping Omega safe. 

You watch the TK troopers through the vent as they walk throughout the ship.

“Ship is empty.” One of them speaks into their comm as they exit the ship. 

“We’re staying here until the guys get back.” You whisper to her, softly.

She nods and starts to make herself comfortable, resting her head on her arms. You pat her softly on the back with a reassuring smile.

You aren’t sure how much time goes by, but when you finally hear the guys’ voices, relief washes over you.

You hear Hunter call out for you and Omega, panic clear in his voice. You move the vent over and let him know you’re still here.

“Oh thank the Maker.” He nods. 

You lightly wake Omega up, letting her know the guys are back. She barely wakes up, just enough to let you pass her to Hunter. You jump down after and watch Hunter lay her in his bunk before returning to you, pulling you into his arms. Watching how amazing he is with her warms your heart every single time. 

“I’m so sorry.” Hunter kisses you on the head. 

“It’s okay.” You assure him.

“Thank you for staying safe.” He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

You see Rex in the doorway in your peripheral. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you. You can’t look away from him. Hunter notices, of course. He never misses a thing. 

“Can I talk to you?” Rex asks you.

You look at Hunter and he nods, letting you go. You follow Rex outside the ship, pulling your sweater around you. It had gotten dark since you’d hidden in the overhead unit with Omega. 

“I understand that you’ve moved on. I get it. I-” He starts. You interrupt him. “I haven’t.”

“What?” 

“I haven’t moved on.” You whisper. 

He walks toward you. You look up at him and time feels like it stops. Just for a moment. You know that you’re never going to stop loving him. You know that this man will always have your heart and anything you give to Hunter…

“Come with me.” Rex begs, softly, yanking you from your thoughts. “Please.”

You look up into those golden brown eyes that you used to get lost in once upon a time. You feel your stomach flutter at the way he’s looking at you. Like you hung every star in the galaxy. It’s the same look he’s always given you. And you know he’d continue to look at you like that for the rest of his life if you let him.

“Please stay…” You hear Hunter’s voice behind you. 

You look back at Hunter. It feels like you’re stuck in place, unable to move. You know you need to choose, but the look on Hunter’s face breaks your heart all over again and you know you can’t bear the thought of hurting him. You care about him so much. Not to mention, the Batch. You love them all individually. Omega has become like your little sister. Wrecker is like your big brother. Echo has always been a friend. And Tech is so easy to chat with about things that he’s become a good friend as well. And Hunter… Well…

You know you’re going to have to make the decision now.

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[shinsouscatpisssmell]

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Other woman

An:// just some cute headcannons I kept thinking of and some trope pics I found on Pinterest 🦭💕 currently working on part 4 so enjoy

♡ Relationship♡

After you met, you both kept in contact meeting up for mini outings when she wasn’t busy with work

Ria fell for you first. Try to deny it or write it off as you being like her younger sister

Even though she fell first. You confessed first (by accident! As she over hears your conversation with Atsumu on the phone)

Sometimes you feel guilty for falling for her as you still feel you ruined her marriage so she reassures you a lot

Literally a prince in princess attire. Protects you from everything and anyone that will hurt ( when she got wind of the voicemail suna left she called her team of lawyers to find the best strategy to sue him)

You’re the strawberry gf to her goth gf 💕

She always wears pants or short skirts. Leaves the dresses to you until you beg her to match with you.

Very flirty. Any and everywhere she will drop a flirtatious comment just to see you get flustered.

The roles only reverse when you hype her up when she dresses up with you

She was there for you during your pregnancy. Had moments where she would talk to the twins in your belly about anything.

Calls you her ‘fairy’ because you’ve granted every wish she could want.

Atsumu theorize that the babies are actually rai’s by saying she is the alpha and you’re an omega. Osamu doesn’t disagree with it

You two live together. Have embellished everything with your initials.

You two came up with the baby names together

Call each other on lunch breaks and if have time eat together over the phone.

Ria waits outside your work with small gifts (she doesn’t let you know it’s leading up to the proposal)

You’re both so deeply in love that others get blinded by the smallest things you do 💕

✿friend group before Ria✿

Met when younger. You saw them playing volleyball and told them they looked stupid.

Fought several days and nights after that since you lived two houses over. Literally went out there way just to see you on the way to school just to mess with you

When the beef was settled found out you had a lot more in common and became trouble makers.

Fight and protect one for one another. If someone makes a comment you’re ready to set their houses on fire and come up with the cover stories

Out of the 3 osamu is the chill one (until him and Atsumu fight)

The twins cried when they found out you were not taking care of yourself after the whole suna ordeal.

When the gender was found out Atsumu wore nothing but pink for a month until his coach made him change into his uniform and osamu made all the onigiri pink (kinda like that Burger King Halloween burger 💀)

♡After Ria joined the group✿

Gags eveytime the witness you guys do something lovey dovey

We’re a little skeptical of the relationship at first but got over it when they saw Ria was serious

Did a 3 hour interrogation before the first date in Ria

Calls Ria the twins maddy (mom-daddy) since she has literally been there since the beginning and has been taking the role parental role

The twins let her in on all your dirty secrets of the past

All had a hand in picking out the babies nursery

The twins helped Ria plan out the proposal two months prior.

#x chubby reader #x plus size reader #x reader #oc x self insert #oc x y/n #oc x you #🥹 this is honestly so cute

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Word Count: 803

Warnings: A/B/O, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, leering, mention of collaring/leashed

*Additional warnings will be added

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Square filled: @spnaubingo -Dystopian AU

A/N: Prologue has had some editing changes since the original release.

A/N II: I'm going to try reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many this will end up being.

A/N III: Guide to how the A/B/O hierarchy works in this story.

Alphas

*Dominants: pack leaders/decision makers/can mate any other A/B/O 

*Subservient: submissive/lower rank/mates(if allowed) chosen by Dominants

*Breeders: extremely rare/highly coveted/can overtake Dominates as Pack Alpha/can mate with/to multiples in all sub genders 

Betas

*Do not possess any physical/emotional traits of Alphas or Omegas Omegas

*Domestic: top hierarchy/mainstream breed/no longer sold by government but matched with mates through testing 

*House O’s:  second generation & on feral who’ve been domesticated but remain lower rank/sold by government agency/ used as household servants/sexual partners

*Feral's: closer genetics to ancestral wolves/main source used for recovery breeding program/more commonly found at fringe facilities

*Pack: extremely rare/highly coveted/can be claimed/mated to multiple Alphas at the same time

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

Prologue

North Dakota

1999

John Winchester cut the ignition and climbed out of the 1967 Impala trudging through falling snow steadily accumulating in front of an old warehouse. Outside of Hell, this was the absolute last place he wants to be right now. 

Facilities such as this one had come into existence eighty years earlier a virulent disease was accidentally released from a biochemical research facility. The pestilence that followed wiped out nearly 80% of the Omega population around the world while Alphas and Betas were predominantly immune and rarely died from it. 

The remaining Omegas were fought over like in ancient times resulting in countries declaring martial law and taking the remaining ones into custody. 

It took scientists almost a decade to create an antidote, but the damage was done and if nothing was done, Betas would reproduce to the point the other sub-genders would be on the verge of extinction within a handful of decades.

At a hastily convened conference, the world's governing bodies agreed to a controversial solution: Omegas from the Wild Packs, which had existed on the perimeters since civilized societies were established. 

Scientists hypothesized that their genetics, closer in nature to their common wolf ancestors, allowed them to quickly develop a natural immunity that spared the worst of the dying off, and hoped by introducing their genetics into the mainstream population would deter any future resurgence of the plague. 

A special hormone implant was created to send them into heat within weeks after birthing pups, so they could be continuously bred since they produced multiple litters, unlike their Domesticated sisters. 

In the Americas, the Hibbins Procurement Act, named after the town the negotiations were held, set the legal framework for procuring and selling Omegas. Unscrupulous lawmakers installed a little-known backdoor clause in Hibben's permitting Pack Alphas to legally accept monetary payments from those on the fringes to acquire Omegas directly from them considered unsuitable by the government dealers.  And if some slated for government sales accidentally slipped through and sold for exorbitant prices on the secondary market, who was gonna tell?

Stopping in front of the heavy steel door, the third one he’s stood in front of today, John knocked in a predetermined code and opened admitting the party into the building's main area, its air thick with various scents.

John had the foresight to make sure they’d all taken a dose of rut suppressant, casting an eye towards his younger companions watched as they automatically fell back on their training, checking out the surroundings for potential dangers instead of concentrating on their cocks.

To their left were buyers circling like vultures around eight steel cages raised platforms displaying Omegas clad only in elaborate silver collars, indicating they were slated for sale in a private auction, chattering on phones with their elite clients.

The rest of the warehouse was an open showroom filled with a variety of Omegas in different colored collars advertising their monetary values leashed to eye hooks protruding from the concrete floor, for direct sales.

“John Winchester, this is an unexpected surprise! To whom do I owe the honor of your presence?” 

The nasal voice of Everett Helm, a black-haired Beta, oozed the faked, cheerful demeanor of a used car salesman in his depressive domain approached the trio. 

John could feel bile rising up at having to deal with the bottom feeder, hunters found themselves coming to the dealer at some point because he reputedly could acquire anything they needed..for a price. He had hoped to avoid Helms but after 8 days of unsuccessful procurement at other local facilities, this was his last option.

Before the Winchester Alpha could respond, a badly timed footfall caught the dealer's attention.

 “These must be your pups, my my my, they are quite delicious,” Helms remarked as his eyes roved over the youngest Winchester in a calculating manner biting his lip when a loud, menacing growl filled the air.

There was no mistaking the abhorrence in Dean Winchester's faintly glowing eyes, daring the ogling dealer to make a move on his ever-growing little brother who’d huddled closer to his back subtly released calming pheromones as he peeks over his shoulder at their father and judging from his posturing, their sire was gonna tear into Sam later for attracting attention after being specifically instructed to stay invisible.

Sam looked down through his shaggy bangs to glare at his oversized, sneaker-clad feet, wishing once again he wasn’t so fucking clumsy, like a newborn colt, with his latest growth spurt.

The dealer turned back to John acting as if nothing had occurred and slipped back into his smooth salesman's mode. “You need an Omega for your eldest, got himself in a peck of trouble I understand.” 

John kept his expression neutral while thinking...if I ever get that bastard judge alone.

Part I

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[writingsofwesteros]

No but Alpha Aemond is just as jealous. Omega niece is subtle about her attempts to make Aemond jealous, almost gaslighting him. But Omega Aegon has no shame. He flaunts and flirts with any Alpha in plain view of Aemond, even looking back and making eye contact with Aemond.

Aemond comes to blows with many alphas because of his two trouble makers omega.

Hehe, that's exactly it. You know Aegon really has no shame whilst niece uses it to her advantage if she wants a Lord to...disappear

[moonluringfrost]

So! Here we have the love interest of the story. His name is Bennett. He's the third son of a rich family, and an omega, so he's a little spoiled by them. He's also got a bit of a reputation for being a trouble maker, because he always says exactly what he's thinking, and it gets him into fights more often than not. He sometimes gets mistaken for a beta due to his muscular physique and the way he carries himself. Despite how his family spoils him, they are disappointed he can't act like a "proper" omega. They really want to see him settle down with a family before he graduates university.

#a/b/o talk #i dont have a title for this one yet oops