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Part 11

Part 10

You hissed as you gently rubbed the salve into your cuts and bruises before wrapping the worst of your cuts in clean cloths. You watched as Aeric boiled more water while the other cloths steeped in a bowl. “I always disliked doing this as a child,” Aeric said as they watched the water boil. “There was hardly ever enough clean cloths or clean water,” they say, their voice sounding so far away that you lift your head and look at them. Yes, I know. My mother sometimes had to rip up linen or clothes,” you say, grunting, tying a not into your bandage. Aeric sighed as the steam from the water bellowed into their face. “At least, this time, I can call for a Maester”, Aeric murmured; you looked away, knowing that feeling, the feeling of helplessness, as you watched loved ones suffer; you were fortunate, you guessed, you and your nation where not at the centre of the disease like Aeric was, you had a so much more time than they did, to enjoy what remained of your people. You had the knowledge your mother and your father had given to you before; they had passed, Aeric grunted as they stood from their seat, walking the now boiled water over to an empty bowl and pouring it inside, “There is no need to dwell on what has happened” they said, their typical cheer tone coming back. You nodded as you handed them the dirty bandages, “Yes, no need to think such matters”, you said, trying to mock the tones of the lords and ladies of the court; you watched as that got your smile off Aeric, “Yes no, need, no need” they said smiling, as they dumped the dirty bandages into the water, “I have to bring the clothes up to the prince’s bed-chamber” Aeric said smiling, you lifted a brow “Is that so? Am I to wait for you this evening, or shall I just sleep the night away” you ask, in a playfully sweet voice.

Aeric laughed as they walked to the small line that hung above the fire. “Unfortunately, it is not my daring prince,” they said as they plucked the dry bandages off the drying line, folded them, and placed them in a dry box. Then, they returned to the soaked bandages and handed them to dry. “How many more times must the soak?” you asked, watching Aeric go through the motions. Aeric blew out a breath, trying to blow a strand of hair out of their face, “Another two or three soakings before they are clean”, Aeric said as they pinned the wet bandages to the line; you tilted your head back, looking at the cold ceiling, “It is the feast tonight is it not?” You ask, thinking of the smell that wafts down the halls, “Yes, Alicent’s family has come to visit, I believe, or it is someone’s name day”, Aeric said, waving a hand beside their head like they were either waving the thought away or trying to invite the reason for the feast. You hummed in acknowledgement before standing on your feet, cursing a little, “Shit, that seems to hurt more and more each time I stand”, You muttered; Aeric held out their hand as the other played with another drying bandage; you grumbled as you take it using their hand to steady yourself, Groan when there was a knock at the door, Aeric grumbles something about servant’s still needing sleep. You waddle your way to the door, opening it a crack and eyeing who is there, but your eyes are met with a chest—a broad one, but a chest all the same. You let your eyes trail up said chest and freeze a little when they come into contact with stark white hair. You slam the door shut, pressing your back to the door, your eyes wide. “Shit, Shit, Shit”, you muttered, as your eyes scanned the room quickly before your eyes landed on the small space under Aeric; you promptly waddled over to their bed and crawled under it, pulling the thin blanket down a little to hide where you lay, You watched Aeric’s feet move to the door, you've tried to call their attention wanted to tell them not to open the door, but it was too late. Aeric Swung the door open and squealed, “Daemon,” they said, wrapping their arms around his neck. “Hello, my light,” he said, laughing as he moved into the room. "Where is that other servant? I swore they were here,” he said. Aeric moved over to their bed and lifted the blanket, revealing where you hid. You gave an awkward smile and a small wave as you haphazardly slid out from under the bed. “Hello, Prince Daemon,” you said as you scotched backwards, trying to find the chair. Aeric helped you onto your feet, bringing you to the chair. Daemon watched as you were pulled to a chair. “I assume you are the little thing that has my Nephews chasing their tails,” he says, almost eyeing you like he was sizing you. Your head snaps up. “Why do people believe that I am some Exotic creature that has seduced the Princes?” you say, huffing a little and then freezing. Who were you to talk back to, a lord or a royal? But you relaxed a little when Daemon laughed. “Aeric, my light, you did not say they could make you laugh,” he said, smiling, as he pulled a seat on Aeric's bed. You watched as a face of discomfort passed over his face as he tried to get comfy on the bed. “I did not say they could…I said they had an interesting point of life,” Aeric said as they returned to the bandages. Daemon hummed in acknowledgement before he returned his eyes to you, “I see the rumours are true; you have been attacked” He watched as you shifted uncomfortably, “Hardly; it is a part of my responsibilities as a servant.”

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part 10

part 9

You grunted as you picked the basket of dry clothes, bringing it over to the counter on the far right, before dumping it onto the counter and folding them, you grunt a little as you lift the tunics up, then sighing as you rest them down onto the counter. You hum a song your mother had sung to you, the words long forgotten but the rhythm that always stayed, you swayed a little as you finished folding Aegon’s clothes, before repeating with Aemond’s, “Wilding you will never believe, who came at our quarters” You smiled when you heard the voice, Aeric, you adored them, tall and skinny, with rough hands from years of labor, you turn your head to them, their hair pulled back wearing a simple black tunic and breeches, both of which they did not own. You smiled “Only if you speak on where the clothes are from” you say, laughing you had a feeling who they had come from, Aeric makes a big dramatic sigh making a big show of crossing their arms over their chest, “Fine if it appeases you wilding” they say as they step into the room, closing the door behind them. Aeric makes quick work of walking across the room and leaning on the counter, “Shall I go first?” Aeric asked as they took some of Aemond’s tunics and began folding them, you nod your head as you work on his breeches. “The tunic is from a certain Royal…” they say smiling, you smile back knowing it was Likely Prince Daemon, you nodded your head “…You spent the night” you say hopefully praying that Aeric had a few hours of happiness, Aeric paused long enough for you turn your head to them, they had pursed their lips in an attempt to hide their smile. You squealed wrapping your arms around them, Aeric doing the same in return laughing finally breaking into a smile, you knew it had been so long for Aeric, to finally trust someone with their body, let alone their mind, Aeric pulled away a little. “Now your turn” they say, you look up at them unsure what they wanted to know, “I do not know what you speak of” you say, genuinely but they playfully hit your upper arm, “Wrong” Aeric says, as they turn back to the tunics, “I do not know what you ask of me my dear Aeric” you say hoping to sweeten whatever gossip out of them. You watch as Aeric rolled their eyes, as they continue to fold “There was a certain two Princes at our quarters” Aeric said in a sing-song voice, that made you take pause, “Prince Aemond as well as Prince of Aegon, came to our quarters?” you ask, ‘not possible they would not come looking for you’ but then you pause a little longer and Aeric laughed.

“I did not know that you have bedded both of them” Aeric said, as they finished folding the clothes and jumped onto the counter, you roll your eyes, as you finished folding the breeches, “I did not bed them” you say, trying to defend yourself, it was true, Aegon was the one who pulled his cock and gave himself pleasure. “Oh? No?” Aeric said, as they walked their fingers on the counter, “You claim full innocence?” Aeric asked, you nod your head, as pull the folded tunics into the basket, before walking over to the other counter that held the dry clothes ready to be moved to the chambers. “How can I claim innocence when I do not know what to claim innocence of?” you say, but Aeric scoffed “Do not attempt to sound smart Wilding, Taryn does not like it” they say, crossing their arms over their chest, you lift your brow as you hobbled back over to Aeric. Aeric quickly jumped from their place on the counter making quick strides to you, and offering you their arm, “How many times must I tell you not to tire yourself” They said, as they helped you back to the counter, “I do not need help, nor do I pity, I just wish to return to normal” You say, as you begrudgingly allow Aeric to bring you back to the counter. “I do not care Carth said that you must rest” Aeric said, as they leaned against the counter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aemond was like an dragon that was enraged that his most prized treasure was stolen from under him, and Aegon was sulky and sullen he was more like a dragon when it’s mate had passed, saddened and temperamental, the court and the servants had found themselves walking on eggshells around the pair. Care not to enrage Aemond or push Aegon to spite fire, even Alicent was being bored of this dance this back and forth between the two, But she watched as the pair seemed to get along better, like they understood the other misery. And she sat above the crowd, watching Aegon drink more than she thought was possible, watching him drown in his wine, meats and women…if she could even say he was drowning in women, he would drag one into his lap, smiling and laughing, have kisses and licks to his jaw and throat before he threw her off his lap, a deep growl on his face. She sighed as she turned her head to Aemond who had barely touched his drink or his meat, she lightly pressed her head to the back of her seat when she saw that women and men of the like was giving him a larger birth than normal, shying away from his crude and snarl, she reached for her cup and took a deep drink. How was she supposed to find these two a fitting spouses.

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Cod boys and how they come home.

Captain John Price I can see this man having one of his last phone calls with and in code telling the rough timeline of him and his boys coming home. When he does finally step off that chopper and onto that British Soil, I can see that man running to you full speed as he wraps his arms around, damn near toppling the pair of you over. “Hello, my love,” he would whisper as he buried his face into you, just taking in your smell, that thing he wished he could bottle up and take with him on missions, not that he didn’t already have his matching ring. He just wanted that scent to linger longer than it did while he was on missions. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick Now, Kyle? I see him as the type to just rock up to your flat looking like a little lost puppy, his big brown eyes and the fake petty lip when you swing the door open to him before pouncing on you like a lion when you welcome him into your arms. This man’s mouth would not stop running like he would constantly utter words of praise, like “I adore you” and “You are my everything.” It would be like this man is layering it on thick, hoping you don’t let him go any time yet. Why would you? He was the best damn teddy there ever could be. Alejandro Vargas Now, sweet talker over here? He wouldn’t immediately just go straight home. No, oh nononono, this man would stop off and get you flowers, your favourite drink, food, you name it, like this man is acting like YOU had left on a mission and had finally returned, not him, and when he had unlocked the door to his little house. He would drop everything onto the coffee table just long enough for him to launch himself at you, pinning you to the couch and peppering kisses all over, “Necesito que me des Vida”, he would whisper as he pressed more and more kisses to your jaw. And why wouldn’t you give him life? You did every day. Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish See Johnny here. This man is a fiend when he comes home, like he is everywhere, all over you. Despite being the smallest out of the group, he makes up for it with his ability to find a way under your clothes. To the point, you are a giggly mess, and to where you are shirtless and locked in a cupboard somewhere, pressed against the door, trying to steal all of your oxygen, only breaking apart to whisper things like “Please let me in no-one will notice” or “five more minutes, just five I went months without you.” And who could you deny him? He had fought in your honour, in your name… well, his really. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Now, Si? This big oaf would have waited hours before rushing home. He would have filled out the paperwork he needed to, making sure it got to the right people, even if that meant hand delivery. This man would have spent so much time at the base that you would think you must have had the dates wrong or that the worst must have happened while you sat on the couch and waited for him to walk through the door. And when he finally did come home, you would wrap him into your arms pulling him into you, “Sor’ove, had shit to finish” he would mutter before wrapping you in his arms, pulling you tight into him. What are a few hours of waiting when he has the next two weeks off?

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Update!

Hello, my little loves. How are you? I hope everything is good with you. I have officially finished editing parts 10 - 14 of my HOTD (Which I know not many people read), so they should be out in the next few days, I.E., Saturday or Sunday. My Cod MAIN story (Which I know is my famous story) should be out on Sunday or Monday, and the Cod NSFW should come out on Wednesday or Thursday. So, in rolling order. HOTD will be posted first. COD (Story) will be posted second The NSFW stuff will be posted last

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Slight update

Hey, little loves. I apologise for dropping off the face of the earth; I promise everything is good; college takes up more time than I thought. (That speaks to my time management and pre-planning, as well as my procrastination) But anyway, I'll try to post things soon, especially the NSFW, like ALL OF IT, for COD, as promised. I'll also post parts 16- 19 of the Cod story and then parts 10 - 14 of my HOTD, soon-ish, like in the next few days. As always I'll update if things change, talk soon my little loves. Kisses.

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Part 9

Part 8 Content warning: there is a brief talk of orgasms and the frustrations of not orgasming.

You limp your way around the washroom, often grasping at the ledges to breathe. You grunt a little as you try to stretch and dislodge the feeling of weary and aching bones. You push off the ledge, trying to gain momentum to push yourself to the pile of wet clothes in the water basin. You sink to your knees, using the edge of the water basin as leverage gently. You pick up each item of clothing and sort them between each house member. As you went, you counted who needed to be given higher priority than the others. You rolled your eyes when you saw it was Aegon. Of course, it was the drunken fool. You gathered his clothes as best as you could, pulling them into an empty basket and using your feet pushing the basket across the floor with out you having to stand, you froze when you heard a voice. “Wilding! Get off the floor this instance,” it boomed; you closed your eyes as you hoped, you prayed that it was not who you thought it was, but when you finally opened your eyes and found Taryn marching his way to you when he finally reached you, you half expected him to yank you to your feet. But he took hold of both of your arms firmly and gently pulled you to your feet, using both hands to steady you before he let go. “The maester has instructed that you must not perform on your knees,” he said, eyeing the basket you had previously been pushing across the floor. “What had you been doing?” Taryn asked, turning his back to you. I was attempting not to strain my injuries,” you said, taking the stance you were taught to do, head down, hands behind your back. It was uncomfortable with your injuries. “DO NOT STAND LIKE THAT!” Taryn snapped, giving both of your arms a light slap, “It will do no good for your injuries, " he said, picking up the basket of wet clothes and bringing them to the drying rack. He put the basket on the floor before pulling each item of clothing out and hanging them to dry. You had never seen Taryn act so kind to you or show you much concern. You had heard rumours that he protected the servants despite his rough exterior and harsh words. “I presume you will not say who attacked you,” he asked as he hung one of Aegon’s Tunics. “I was not attacked, Sir; I simply missed a step”, you say, not wishing to receive a beating for informing Taryn of what had happened. Taryn only hummed as he pulled one of Aegon’s trousers and hung it closer to the fire. “Yes, and Prince Daemon is King,” he said dryly. You knew what he meant; he knew you were lying, but you stood firm in your lie to him; you did not wish to seek further punishment. “Was it a lord?” he asked, his head barely being seen over the clothing line. When you did not answer, he asked, “A lady perhaps?” Again, you said nothing, refusing to give him anything. You could see his head tilting side to side. “Was it one of the girls? One…one of my servants?” he asked hesitantly. You shifted then almost instinctively. When you had done that, Taryn stopped asking questions. He just finished hanging Aegon’s clothes in silence, and when he was done, he brought the empty basket to you and filled it with more wet clothing. “I will have justice for what was done. I do not permit fighting with my servants, despite my view on where some of them come from,” he said, taking the now-filled basket and placing it by the fire before leaving. Aemond was blood thirsty on the training field, Aegon could tell it was from not seeing their sweet mouse, that delicate little thing, Aegon winced as he watched Aemond nearly run a poor attendant through with his sword, hardly stopping when Sir Cole stepped in between the pair trying to turn Aemond’s wrath away.

“Brother, come, let us walk,” Aegon called. He had become bored this hour ago, but not his brother, no, not Aemond. That man would get himself killed if he or their little mouse did not rein him in. Aemond just grunted as he threw his sword down. A look of anger and tension-filled his already scowling face. “Where are they? Hmm, it has been almost two months! TWO….” Aemond paused and breathed as he approached Aegon, his jaw tense and looking rather painful. “Aegon, it has been too long since I have seen them… smelled them,” Aemond said, almost pained. Aegon would laugh at his brother's pathetic state if he did not understand what his brother felt. It had been too long since you were last spotted by the pair. But by the gods, could they hear you moving around or smell that sweet scent of yours, lingering in the halls, but no matter who they spoke to, no matter their method, you had just vanished into thin air, like a sweet dream that faded the fast one woke. “I know, brother. We should find something else to occupy our time,” Aegon said. He knew what the answer would be, and he agreed, but he had become frustrated in the same way he imagined his brother was. Aegon had been unable to finish, unable to reach his peak. He knew his brother was experiencing the same thing. Aegon pulled away sharply when his brother pulled his dagger from his pocket and charged at him, a crazed look in his eye; he dodged him, sliding back away from him, “It was only an offer, brother” Aegon said, as he rushed off to the stairs Aemond chasing after him, “Do not offer such a choice, brother” Aemond grunted.

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HOTD PART 8

Part 7

You feel hands gently cup your face, pulling you into a sitting position; you think your face grimaces, your eyes flickering a little from the sensations of pain flickering across your face.

 You grumbled as you tried to pull away from the gentle hands causing you pain. The gentle voice, “Sh-Sh-Sh,” was enough to grant the instinctive need to pull away. You felt yourself getting lifted, your head finding its place on someone’s shoulder, and your brows furrowing.

 It was a man. Was a man carrying you? You thought. You brought your face closer as you tried to figure out who was carrying you. You blink, but all you see is a flash of fabric before another ‘Shh’ comes, soothing you back with a gentle nudge as you are placed into a bed and a blanket is pulled over you.

 Father? You thought as another gentle hand came and gently pulled your hair away from your face. “Gentle Wilding, gentle, no need to make your wounds worse,” the voice said. Your eyes closed again, and you fell asleep, only to stir at the feeling of damp cloth pressed into your skin.

 You wake with a start; your breath is sharp and almost painful; two sets of hands reach out to stop you from moving off the bed, “Stop!” came a voice. “You have a serious injury to your head. Lay back down” You turn your head to find Carth, a bloody cloth in hand.

 “Wilding, you must rest; I will not have you running around less competent than what is expected of you”, Taryn said, pushing you back down with a bit more force than Carth had.

 You settle back into the bed, your eyes flitting between them. "Did I fall?" you ask, knowing it was a lie, your face scrunching a little from the sharp pain. Taryn sighed as he perched on your bed, gently fixing the thin blanket. "I am unsure; I found you unconscious on the stairs leading to the kitchen," he said.

Carth soaked the cloth before rinsing it and bringing it to your forehead, “There are some discoloured marks on your cheeks, as well as gashes; your face received the worst of it.” you made a noise of agreement before hissing when the cool cloth touched your forehead, it gently wiping the blood away. “Who called for you?” you asked as you grabbed Carth’s wrist, letting It slide up to his hand, gently pulling the cloth from his hand and using it to wipe the blood off your face gently. Taryn stood quickly from the bed. “How long will they be unable to work, Maester?” he asked, heading to the door and glancing over his shoulder. Carth looked up at Taryn. “A few days, if not perhaps a moon”, Taryn growled, stomping his feet a little, “Wilding, you will have those few days then you are back to work in the washrooms”, he said, before slamming the wooden door shut, you groan as you sink further into the straw mattress, you could feel it poking and prodding at the bandages on your back.

“I didn’t think I had hurt my back,” you say as you try to sit up again, but now, with Carth’s help, helping you to lean against the wall. "You had slid down the stairs, may that be to try and call for help or due to your body pulling to the floor, I can not say,” Carth says, gently taking your hands and undoing the bandages on them. “Now, little wildling, these seem to have no wounds. Did you not defend yourself?” he asked. You looked at him, and you mean you looked at him. He was tall, towering over most of the masters, and had short, deep black hair pulled back by a cloth. You had rarely seen it, but you thought it was beautiful in its natural state, tight curls that stretched. Carth gently shook you, bringing you back to the moment. “Little one, did you not defend yourself against your attacker?” he asked again; you shook your head, pursing your lips together. Why would I? It would only show them what they already believe of me, you think? Carth sighed, his jaw jutting out more than what you knew was typical of him. “Gods be damned, I should go to Lady Alicent and inform her that there is infighting with her servants.” He said through gritted teeth; you shook your head, “Why? It could make them more violent.” you grumbled; Carth stood and paced the room. “May I know their name? So I can alert the guards.” It had been days since Aemond had seen you; he had smelled you and heard your voice to the point that his mother had thought he was driven mad, especially when Aegon joined him in his wallowing, sitting with him in the dining hall. “Brother, where are they? Do you think they are hiding from us?” Aegon asked while he pushed his barely touched goblet around the table; Aemond shook his head. “I do not know. I have asked Taryn, but he does not know whom we speak of”, he said, as he rolled his shoulders; Aegon huffed, pushing himself to stand his chair scraping behind him. “I am sick of waiting; I wish to see them”, Aegon said, stomping his feet to the door, only stopping when he heard Aemond’s voice. “Where would we look first, brother?” he called; Aegon paused ‘Where would they look? Who would they speak to?’ Aegon marched back over to the table, leaning against it, watching Aemond. “What would you suggest, brother? Who would speak to?” As they walked the servant's halls, Aegon and Aemond looked like formidable pairs. Aemond looked beyond angry, and Aegon looked sulking behind him. They paused at the door they had been told was their favourite servant’s place of rest. “This is their room? Our byka genes remain here?” Aegon said, sounding disgusted. “They are servants. It is appropriate for their status,” Aemond responded. Before he gently knocked on the door, someone pulled it open. “Oh, Prince Aemond,” Aemond eyed the more petite servant, who had long blonde hair as yellow as the sun and thinner than he had expected. Aemond watched as the servant’s eyes flicked behind him to Aegon. “P-Prince Aegon, what can I do to serve you?” they ask, but Aegon barges past Aemond and the servant, pushing them against the door and into the room. “Brother, is there any need to be cruel to our servant?” Aemond says dryly before he follows after them.

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Apologies

Hey my little loves I apologise for the lateness of parts 16, 17, and 18. A few things have happened, and this has taken a backseat, but everything should be posted tomorrow if I can get my ducks in a row. I promise to keep you updated, talk soon my little loves. kisses

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Absolute random question

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PART 15

Part 14

You look up to find Simon and Johnny lifting Jenson up into the air, “What the fuck does this little runt think he’s doing” Johnny growled as he pinned Jenson to the hard tiled wall, while Simon dropped to his knees, pulling you in close, as he gently pulled your hair from your face.

“It’s alright, we got ya”, he said, the omega in you bristling at the touch; he shushed you, rubbing his thumbs into your cheeks, allowing you to adjust to him and his scent, “Come on, Ven”, he said, as he lifted you up a little, to allow him to rip off his t-shirt, and stuffing it into your hands.

“Take deep breaths, big breaths,” Simon said as he watched you inhale his scent deeply before gently picking you up. He froze a little when you growled at him. “Simon, give them a second,” Johnny said as he punched Jenson.

Johnny pauses for a second as he watches Jenson reel from the blow; Johnny tilts his head and smiles, his voice as sweet a pie, “Their omega is losing its mind, reeling from being abused to suddenly being pulled into safe arms”, he says, as Jenson tried to growl at him. Still, he was cut off by Johnny’s fist connecting with his jaw.

Simon hummed. The only thing that showed that he had heard Johnny was that Simon had waited until you had settled a little further and lifted you to his full height as he walked out of the shower block and past the lockers before pausing at the door.

He looked down at you and then at the door before walking to the lockers. Gently placing you down on a bench, he pulled the shirt you would wear out of the locker and handed it to you.

“You need to cover, Ven,” he says, quickly pulling the shirt over his head. You roll your shoulders as you try to stand, ready to toughen this out, but you quickly sit back down when a growl comes behind you. “Let him carry you, Ven,” Johnny barked.

Simon lifted his eyes to Johnny, eyeing him. “If they're ready to walk, let them,” Simon said. Coming to your defence, Johnny shook his head as he now dragged an unconscious Jenson out of the shower block.

“They are an Omega; they need protection”, Johnny bit back. You looked at him over your shoulder. One look and you knew that his Alpha had reached its breaking point.

Simon sighed as he helped you onto your feet, his grip a little tight, causing you to snap at him. Simon pulled back, and Johnny snapped at you, forcing you to growl.

“ALRIGHT! Johnny, drag that Runt to Captain, and I’ll take Ven to Doc,” Simon shouted as he gently guided you out of the room, hardly touching you, just using his arms to herd you out; Johnny grumbled about how you should be carried, about how you should be buried in their smell.

As Simon herded you to Med Bay, he snapped, growled, and threatened those who looked at your two without having to utter a single word. When you finally arrived at Med Bay, you found Gaz and Alejandro waiting for you.

“Ven, Hey,” Gaz said as he stood from his seat in the mini waiting room, giving Alejandro, who was daydreaming, a rough shake. You watched as Alejandro snapped out of it, bounced out of his seat, and approached you. “Hey you,” he said as he opened his hands to wrap you in a hug.

But he was quickly stopped by Gaz getting in between you and Simon, growling, “That’s not a good idea right now. They need to see Doc first, and then we can barricade them in our barracks,” Gaz said as he pushed Alejandro to the side, allowing Simon to shuffle you into Med-Bay to find Doc.

You could hear Alejandro argue with Gaz about this, about you, asking if it was really safe to have something like you on base while Alpha's like Jenson and Wells ran around freely.

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Updating the Lore post

Hello, my little loves. I'm updating the Lore post. Is there anything you'd like me to explain? If so? you know what to do. I will be explicitly updating the following: - the pheromone controls (i.e., the patch, the shot, etc.) with a pros and cons list - as well as giving a more detailed outlook on the laws, While I will be adding: - a bit of history of what the world was like before. - Omega Biology and Dynamics - Supportive Resources and Services - Public Education and Awareness - Implementation and Monitoring - International Perspectives Talk soon, my little loves. Kisses.

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PART 14

Part 13 Part 15

Okay, Slight content warning: Our lovely reader gets attacked, and there is talk of SA (BUT IT NEVER HAPPENS, just more like a villain monologue of what they want to do to our poor Venom), plus Fighting.

You and the boys spent the better half of two weeks on base with no mission to complete, not that you minded; it meant that you could settle in without being gone from your heaven for too long.

Which was always preferable, but you could see the tension start to wear the team out; you knew that alphas need a few things in life to be able to function: 1) have an Omega, 2) have some form of pack relation, and 3) they needed to relieve their aggression.

 Now, here you were, running around the training field as you dodged every swing, kick, and punch, jumped over stray limbs, and deflected blades.

 You yelp when a strong hand pulls you down to the floor, the left side of your body taking the brunt of the fall; you start kicking wildly at the hand that drags you through the slough of bodies that fought over you.

 You pause mid-kick. As a whistle blows, the hand lets go before the bodies over you pull apart, letting you roll onto your back comfortably.

 “Damn Venom, any need to try and break m’a wrist” came the gruff voice. You saw Simon gently rubbing his wrist from your repeated stomping. “I’d rather take their stomps over your punches” That came from Gaz rubbing his jaw.

 “Alright, Alright, you little fucks, shower and hit Medbay; I don’t need Doc giving me a lecture,” John said as he helped you up, you grunted as you twisted yourself side to side, trying to relieve some pressure off your back.

 The boys collectively groaned. “Oh, come on, Cap. Do we HAVE to go see Doc?” Johnny said as he threw one arm over your shoulder, leaning onto you. John only lifted a brow before Johnny grunted and pulled you towards the showers.

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 You sigh as you walk out of the shower, gently rubbing your face from the water; as you stumble your way to the sink, ready to brush your hair, you wipe the mirror with your towel, rubbing away the steam from the shower when you pause…

 Seeing a flash of black flitter behind you, your eyes scanning the mirror and the contents of the background, all that stood behind you were lockers and not big ones either, small lockers you would find in a gym big enough to hold your essentials and nothing more.

 Look yourself in the eyes. “It’s nothing. Captain Wells wouldn’t be stupid enough to try you in the bathroom,” you mutter to yourself as you gently try and dry off the ends of your hair in the towel before you hear it…

 Soft, light, and gentle breathing, like they were trying hard not to be seen, but it was there, and most definitely male. You continued to dry your hair, letting your eyes lazily scan the bathroom again, trying to identify where the breathing was coming from.

 When you finished with your hair, you brushed and pulled it back, letting the towel around your shoulders, before walking over to the lockers and pulling out your clothes; you quickly pulled your underwear and trousers on before you heard it…

 Something dropping down, you froze a little, keeping your back to the sound, letting whoever it was thought that they had the drop on you; before you reached into your locker again, reaching for your gun, you felt something hard Press into the back of your head, cold and solid.

 “Put your hands up, Knot-Tease,” the voice said. You slowly raised your hands, “A-Alright, there’s no need to get violent”, you say, trying to figure out who held you at gunpoint, “I am so sick and tired of your slick holes and your rights”, he growled, as he gripped your wrists and dragged you away from the lockers.

You kick and scream, only for it to be cut off by a sharp, painful hit to the head. “Oh shut up, I want my fine first before you lose”, he says as he pulls you to the showers. You reel back from the pain as you try and turn your head up to your attacker, your NBOC Captain’s words ringing in your ears. ‘If you can’t see your face, you will likely see the next sunrise’ You barely catch a glimpse, but you make it out to be Jenson.

 You try and wriggle your way out of his grip, but the attempt is followed by a swift hit to the back of your head, your vision suddenly going dark.

You gasp back into reality when cold water hits your face, your vision is blurry, and your eyes seem to be sensitive to the light as you roll away from the attacker on the cold, hard tile, only to find Jenson smiling down at you.

“Now, aren’t you a sweet little thing? I wonder what your slick hole will feel like,” he says as he drops down into a crouching position in front of you, “Hmm…I always wonder if prissy fuckers like you are even pure,” He says as he reaches his hand out towards you, only to be rewarded by you snapping your teeth at his fingers. He growled as he snapped his hand back.

He was quick to hit the button on the shower, spraying you with the same cold water that shocked you awake “Listen here, you slicker, You're going to take me like the fucker you are, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t pass you around, to my friends” he says, as he gives you a sharp kick to your stomach.

He laughed as his hands went to your wet trousers, pulling at the buttons only for him to be ripped away and a growl so loud you thought it was going shake the tiles loose.

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Johnny sighed as he slumped into a chair next to Simon. “How are we still without a mission?” he grumbled, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Tell me about it,” Gaz says, slouching his arms onto his thighs, his shoulders slumping forward, a bottle of water hanging between his thighs. “I can feel my Alpha become shifty,” he says as he watches you enter the room.

“Is this not normal?” you ask as you sit beside Gaz. “Hardly. We’re usually on a mission by now,” Simon says, his knuckles going white from grabbing the arm of the chair. John sighed as he leaned against the wall of the standard room.

“Hardly, Wells may not have sway over us as a team, but he does have sway with who gets what missions and when,” John grumbled, scratching his beard. Ven, "How’s your sleep since staying in our barracks?” Johnny asked. You froze a little. 'How had you slept? Better than normal, that’s for sure,’ you shrugged.

“Fine, how have your Alphas been with an Omega in the room?” you say, deflecting away from you. It was a fair question. They took turns staying awake over the last few nights, making sure Captain Wells or any of his boys tried anything.

Simon shrugged. “I haven’t had any problems” Gaz and Johnny nodded, agreeing with them, but Alejandro pursed his lips. “It’s not a problem per se, but more of a want to smother you in my scent,” he said, flicking Gaz’s shoulder and hand out for the water bottle.

Gaz grumbled as he passed the bottle to Alejandro. You nodded your head as you tilted your head up to the ceiling. “I’ll take that over being bred any day of the week,” you said. Alejandro nodded his head. “Yeah, I’ll take it over the need to rut,” he said, shivering a little.

“So is no one going to ask why Captain Wells knew they were from MI5, or are we just going to skate past it?” Simon said, cracking his neck. The room turned silent as their eyes flicked from you to Simon and then to John, rinse and repeat.

“That is a damn fine question,” Gaz said as he now turned his full attention to John, “Do you know?” he asked; John shrugged as he preached on the arm of the couch next to Johnny, “I don’t know, Like I said he decides who gets what missions and when so maybe he got a hold of their file before I did?” John offered.

You shook your head. “No one should have been able to see my file unless I was going to be under their command”, you say, your face scrunching as you tried to think; Alejandro tilted his head side to side. “Maybe you were originally supposed to go with his team?” he said, sipping the water bottle. You nodded your head in agreement. “Possibly, but I don’t get why that would stick out, you know," you said; what you really wanted to know was whether he had your NBOC file and your MI5 file.

You could practically hear Johnny’s teeth grate together. “I don’t like the fact he knows so much about them,” he says, his shoulder tensing. Gaz’s eyebrows lifted briefly in agreement.

You let your eyes drift around the common room, wondering of a way to get them to stop talking about you, when Johnny’s dog tag came into your head, the bright orange and blue vivid in your head, “Johnny, how did you get what every company it was to send you custom tags” you ask quickly hoping to distract them.

The boys collectively groaned as Johnny turned to you with a shit-eating grin, “Well, Ven, it all started in Basic Training”, he said…..

You regretted ever asking Johnny about his stupid tags. As you listened to him ramble on about how he got those custom tags, you blinked slowly, trying to keep yourself awake. You had brought this torture upon yourself, and you were going to see it through.

You could hear Simon softly snoring away on the couch, his head resting on his arms, while Gaz had his eyes closed, lightly banging his head off the back of the couch while Alejandro lightly thumped his fist on his leg while trying to be anywhere else in his own head and John, the Captain, YOUR Captain, well he was stood behind Johnny sending you a hate-filled look that said ‘you JUST had to ask didn’t you.’

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The 141-task force decided to get married. (Civilian) - Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Captain John Price, Johnny 'Soap' McTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Buying a house/flat with you for the first time - Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Captain John Price, Johnny 'Soap' McTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Getting you alone on your wedding night - Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Captain John Price, Johnny 'Soap' McTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

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