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Normalcy

The office AU - Part 16

Reader just wants to get back to normal , but the boys just want to take care of you

Poly!141 x reader

Crazy , ex girlfriend was banned from the premises, if spotted the people in the building were told to contact the 141. She would be violating her restraining order ( you did not know about this) and trespassing.

In the hospital, you did decide to press charges but you made it known you didn’t want to go to court and all that mess. You just wanted it to be over.

The boys felt like they owed you one. But also they just wanted to be there for you.

You wanted to go back to work once the doctor cleared you to go home from the hospital, showing up to the building the next day , sore but ready to work. The boys did not like that. At all.

“What are you doing here?” , John snaps at you.

It has you looking up from the computer, confused murmur, “working”, you answer back.

“Don’t you have a concussion”, Gaz says as he strolls in from the annex. His forehead is creased and he’s straining his eyes trying to see if you are in pain.

“No, only some bruising and messed up ankle”, you answer, starting to get annoyed. They were at the hospital with you almost the whole time. Asked more questions than you did. You know they are just making up shit to coddle you, and you don’t appreciate it (yes you do but you don’t want to admit that yet).

“Maybe yer should on the typing, hen. Might hurt your wrist” , Soap says from his seat, twirling his pen but looking as intense as the other men.

You just wanted to feel normal again. And you don’t have that much saving and definitely not enough PTO to have all this time off.

“I just need normalcy, please”, and money , you say to John.

He is still staring at you. Trying to figure you. Maybe trying to read your mind you don’t know but you look down at your keyboard hoping for him to leave you alone.

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In the break room, your warming up a very sad microwavable meal when Simon comes in.

You give a tight lipped smile, “sorry no leftovers today”. He touches your arm causing you to jump, “alright”, he ask.

Shrugging your shoulders, “not really”, you say truthfully. You don’t know but being honest with Simon is easy. Maybe because he doesn’t give you solutions but offers a listening ear.

“I used up all my PTO and I’m for sure in the negative and I can’t afford it”, you say starting at the microwave. Embarrassed. A little ashamed that you everytime something good happens to you another thing ruins it.

“I can donate some of mine to you”, he say.

Your turn to him , shocked, not wanting to get your hopes up. “Are you allowed to do that”, you ask.

(Well first of all , Price was going to pay your regardless, wasn’t going to use your PTO at all, it’s his company, his money. But Simon knows that you wouldn’t want that, he knows that you want to be independent at least for a little bit).

“Already asked the boss”, Simon replies.

You let a sequel, jumping up and down (as much as you could do in a boot). Wrapping your arms around his neck, “thank you , thank you , thank you”, you feel all the stress just about to leave your body.

He huffs, “calm down”, grabbing you by the hips , he holds you in place.

He holds you closer, your chest to chest. Unconsciously matching your breath with his as he leans forward and buries his head where your neck meets your shoulder and inhales.

“Everything okay”, you ask. Holding your arms in the air unsure what to do with them. You know for a fact this inappropriate for work.

“Missed you”, he mumbles.

You didn’t really get a lot of time with him before getting hit by a car and everything.

You close your arms around him, leaving a little kiss on his head, “missed you too”.

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KINKTOBER DAY 1: FREE USE [POLY!LOGAN/OSCAR/READER]

NOTE: this is an nsfw imagine with Dom!reader, sub!logan and sub!oscar. If you are under 18 or uninterested in this, scroll past. If you think you might like it, then click read more and maybe come check out the rest of my blog :))

Every day of October I’ll be posting a different kinky concept with one or more motorsports people as well as discussing that concept more on my blog. So if you have any thoughts, feel free to stop by!

It’s no secret that Logan’s season hasn’t been going the best, and you’ve tried your best to make him feel better but there’s not much more you could do.

As far as the public was concerned, you were in a relationship with Oscar and only Oscar. Which meant you could only sit in Oscar’s garage, could only give Oscar a kiss before he gets in the car, could only hug Oscar when he gets back.

You wish you could sit in the Williams garage and give Logan a hug when he gets out the car, wait for him in his driver room to praise him and make sure he isn’t being too hard on himself. But unfortunately you have to wait until you reach Oscar’s hotel room and meet him there.

This continues for a few weeks and you can see how sad Logan is getting, isolating himself from you and Oscar, no longer asking for attention as much as he used to. He clings to you when you do hug him, whines when he thinks you might turn him away but he doesn’t seek it out anymore.

Oscar has noticed the same, and he’s worried. Logan even chose to sit out on a planned scene, so you knew it was getting too bad. And you needed to get creative to make him feel better.

And the solution? A free use day.

When you suggest it to Logan, he’s confused, asking what you mean, how that would work. He immediately thinks it would be Oscar that’s free use.

And you explain to him that no, you’d like a day when you can touch him however you want, where Oscar can kiss him and ride him whenever, a day at home where he’s just a play thing for his Dom and his boyfriend.

And well…. That certainly sounds like someone he would like.

He almost doesn’t believe it at first? Because why would you and Oscar want that? Why would you want him to touch him so much that you want an entire day for it?

It ends up being exactly what he needs.

And Oscar is so so excited for it. Oscar gets to be as possessive as he wants, refusing to let Logan out of his arms, whining until Logan kisses him and pushing him down to ride him because he’s Oscar’s to play with.

Logan is so overwhelmed with how much love he gets? He wakes up to you stroking his hair and Oscar sucking his cock, ends up crying out and spilling into Oscar’s mouth. You hold him close after, letting Oscar clean him up before joining you two in bed.

Logan gets about ten minutes to recover because you decide he should return the favour for Oscar, and he’s more than happy with that.

He spends the entire day between you and Oscar, getting touched and fucked and held close and he just lets it happen. He’s so so happy, feeling like a real part of the relationship not just an additive.

You do a scene with the two of them that night, and task oscar with kissing every inch of Logan before gently working a plug in him. You stroke Logan’s cock and push the plug in out, having your fun with him while his mouth is full of Oscar’s cock.

By the end they’re both so tired, especially Logan who has cum so many times by this point. You have to half carry them both to the bath, washing them down and putting them to bed early.

Logan wakes up the next day happier than he’s been in a long long time.

[whimsicalwritingsandmore]

Aurorise | ateez x reader

Pairing: prince!ateez x dancer!reader

Genre: royalty, historical fiction, poly, adventure

Word Count: 1826 words

a/n: it's been a while! and I'm excited to be back! <3

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Chapter 4

Jongho wished you didn’t come back home.

He knows it sounds harsh but he felt it would have been better for everyone. He had only heard about you from San, the Prince could not stop talking about you. And after you left, every time San was slightly intoxicated after a night of drinking with Wooyoung, he would giggle and mumble your name as he stumbled into his bed and regale Jongho about how captivating your beauty and charm was. 

It was clear that you left a void in San’s life that not even alcohol could fill. Jongho deduced it was because of you, San turned to causing mischief and breaking the rules whenever he could, so that he could occupy his time and forget about you just for a moment. But it was a temporary solution, and the longing of seeing you again would return to San after the adrenaline wore off.

While Jongho was aware Seonghwa was also close to you at one point, he didn’t expect his eldest brother to also harbour intimate feelings for you, the kind that brought the idea of marriage into the picture. Maybe it was biased on his part, but he always thought Seonghwa would marry a Princess of a neighbouring kingdom or someone of high status as expected of him due to his place in line for the throne. The eldest had always been known to follow traditions and rules. 

But now as he put the pieces together and recalled that night of the royal betrothals, Jongho realised Seonghwa’s underlying affection for you.

And it’s circled back to the same conclusion every time – it was because of you all this happened.

Seonghwa has sought permission to marry you and now San is holed up in his room refusing to meet anyone. And to make matters worse, their mothers are at each other’s throats. 

The next family dinner is going to be extremely awkward.

After meeting Seonghwa and Hongjoong, Jongho decided to take a walk to the lake that was right outside the palace’s perimeter. It was his favourite place in the whole kingdom and usually, Jongho would have to sneak out after most of the palace was asleep. But tonight, since everyone had more pressing matters to attend to, Jongho slipped out through the back entrance in the kitchen after secretly confiscating two cheese puffs from a tray.

While the palace was caught up in a whirlwind of frenetic chaos, the gentle moonlight that illuminated the pathway gave a caressing and soothing feeling. Looking back, the castle looked enchanting in the moonlight’s glow. And as Jongho came closer to the vast lake, the enchanting reflection of the moonlight bathed the neighbouring trees and vegetation in a soft glow.

However, Jongho did not expect someone else to be there at this hour, and even more surprising, he did not expect it to be you. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you. You stood by the edge of the lakebed, tossing stones that rippled through the still waters disrupting its tranquillity.

Jongho contemplated his next course of action. It was either retreat to the palace or come face to face with you. The former didn’t sound pleasing, so without much thought, Jongho walked towards your direction.

Hearing footsteps approach you, you look up on-guard before relaxing, recognizing it’s Prince Jongho. You internally grimace though, because right now was definitely not the best time to encounter a royal family member. 

After the King left and your Father more than happily agreed to the proposal, your Mother scolded your Father for rushing into something that should be discussed personally and privately with family first. While your Father argued that there was nothing to discuss because it’s a clear and wonderful opportunity, your Mother chided your Father for not considering what you wanted and your thoughts on the matter. She tried to reason with him that you had a life of your own and a career that brought you happiness and took you everywhere, but your Father simply dismissed her citing that you will give up dancing and focus on being a consort to the Prince.

Hoshi was ready to knock your Father out and your siblings stood there in shock at your Father’s words. While you, tired and exhausted from everything that happened in one day, simply approached both your parents, glared at your Father with teary eyes before rushing out the door. But before you left, you turned to your Father and asked brokenly, “Do you care about me or do you care about the King’s approval more?” 

You ran out before he could answer and dodged every person who tried to talk to you and gain your attention. After walking around aimlessly and as nightfall began, you stepped out of the village’s perimeter and headed towards the lake, to spend some time in solitude. 

But now, you were face to face with Prince Jongho. You bowed your head in respect and he nodded. 

“It’s a lovely evening.” he commented, staring up at the night sky littered with stars.

You hummed in response, not entirely sure you wanted to start a conversation. Definitely the entire royal family knew? You’re not sure how well the news was received. 

“So my brother wants to marry you?”

There it was. Prince Jongho ripped the bandage right off. And either this conversation could go decently or terribly.

“Apparently so.” you answered respectfully. 

You really did not want to make a Prince mad right now. If anything, you desperately hoped this conversation would fizzle out soon enough. While your Father may expect you to marry Prince Seonghwa, you would be leaving the next Wednesday before daybreak no matter what. This meant you would have to stay out of trouble and out of sight until then.

Therefore, arguing and disrespecting a Prince is out of the question, and you need to exclude yourself as soon as possible.

“It was quite a surprise,” Jongho continues, “Nobody expected that Seonghwa would do so. Maybe San would…”

You side eye the Prince whose focus is on the lake. You know Prince Jongho is Prince San’s biological younger brother but he is also Seonghwa’s brother as well. You’re unsure and uncertain about Prince San’s actions. Prince San threw the veil on you – most likely as a joke – but the significance of a red veil is a serious matter, one that Prince San is aware of. You would like to believe that as mischievous as Prince San is, he wouldn’t go that far. Meanwhile, Prince Seonghwa has sought your hand in marriage. 

Unclear about how to respond, you don’t, you continue staring out towards the lake with folded arms. Prince Jongho turns you with his hands behind his back and analyses your state.

“What are you going to do?” he asks.

“I don’t plan on marrying Prince Seonghwa,” you answer honestly but respectfully as you can, “Forgive me for saying it like that but, my life entails freedom, I love travelling and performing and I would like to continue to do so until I’m ready to settle down.”

“Did you tell my Father that?”

“You know I would not. I’m hoping to talk to Prince Seonghwa tomorrow to resolve the matter.”

“I don’t think it might go as you would want it to. My brother seems to like you and my Father, when he gives his seal of approval, he makes sure and sees that it goes through.”

“As much as I respect the King, this is my life also. I cannot give that up just because everyone around me has decided that this would be good for me. On the outside, marrying into royalty sounds like a fairytale but I’ve seen my cousin have a hard time learning simply the basic royal etiquette because the rules and customs and expectations are so absurd. And my cousin did everything right only to still get scolded by the teacher because of something so minor. It’s ridiculous honestly, and that’s not a life I want to live.”

“But you’ll be with Prince Seonghwa, that’s every girl’s dream. You’ll be second in line to the throne. Doesn’t that sound pleasing?”

“No,” you blankly stated, “I don’t care about ruling a kingdom and I would rather marry someone I truly love rather than out of an arrangement.”

Prince Jongho looks at you and you stare back bravely.

“You know Prince Seonghwa better than me, Your Highness, I’m sure he’s wonderful but, I don’t know him and our lives are different. At the end of the day, I need to make a decision that’s right for my life, and if that means rejecting Prince Seonghwa then so be it.”

Jongho was surprised at your response. Initially, he thought you would jump at the prospect sooner or later of marrying Seonghwa. Who wouldn’t? But hearing the resolution in your voice, he was in awe at your bravery and stance. You were also rejecting the King’s declaration as well, something that might not go over well tomorrow. 

Jongho knew his Father never gave in easily to things. Quite frankly, his Father did not care about anything except drinking and merriment. So most of the time, he would say no or let royal events like the betrothals make the decisions and he’ll just sign off on it. But for him to agree to Seonghwa’s request and personally make the trip to let it be known, meant that there was something he knew or…wanted. He only did things when it would benefit him.

It was this moment Jongho realised the tough position you’re in, something that you did not know yet. And it was at this moment, Jongho felt for you. Moving his hands, he revealed the two cheese puffs that were in the clear bag. He offered one to you as a peace offering which you cautiously but gratefully took. 

Jongho sighed internally because he knew things were about to become messy. As he munched on the cheese puff, he exchanged words with you here and there. As he got to know you a little more, he noticed why his brothers liked you. You had a calm presence and lively demeanour that added life to the conversation. You regaled him albeit cautiously, about little playful tricks you learnt and folklore you believed in. You were reserved but you didn’t leave Jongho hanging and engaged with him whenever he asked a question.

As the night wore on, the two of you tossed pebbles into the lake and Jongho smiled and softly laughed as you respectfully teased him that you were winning. 

He was so focused solely on your interaction, Jongho did not register the electric feeling that coursed through his veins and the somersaults his heart was doing as he continued conversing with you.

But he did recognize that little revelation creeping in and he welcomed it warmly this time.

He was glad you decided to come back home.

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[badbatchsprincess]

Heated ~ pt.11

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9 ~ Pt.10 ~Pt.11

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: We got some action, some canon typical violence, and a little angst. Shits about to get wild from here on out hold onto your pants. Hunter's growing breeding kink and Crosshair's riffle.

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"We’re literally never going to get shore leave," Wrecker groaned, picking up Gonky and putting the battery droid into the Marauder. It seemed like the repairmen were able to get all new parts installed overnight, leaving the Marauder in pristine condition.

"They didn’t tell you why we needed to go to Kamino?" Crosshair asked, busy reloading the armory with a new crate of weapons.

"No," Echo shook his head.

"Why do I need to come to Kamino?" You chirped, sipping on your to-go cup of caff and breakfast.

"Your presence was requested," Echo shrugged.

"I didn’t even think your creators knew about me," you pondered.

"It is strange," Tech responded from the cockpit. "They don’t usually like civilians in Tipoca City."

"Do you think it’s something bad?" You took a bite of your egg sandwich.

"There is no indication of such things, but who is to know really," Tech mused, adjusting the settings on the console to his liking.

"Let’s get a move on," Hunter ordered. "The faster we get there, the faster we can get back."

"Sounds good to me!" You slid off the crate and grabbed your brand new medic pack, double-checking all your requested supplies were in there, along with the backup supply in the ship’s storage.

You felt Tech start up the engines and ran to the front to strap in.

It wasn’t long before the Marauder was up in the air and zooming through hyperspace. It would be a few hours before you entered Kamino airspace, so you decided to busy yourself and study the way Crosshair cleaned Firepuncher.

Crosshair seemed to be enjoying your attention, making sure to show you all the nooks and crannies that are usually missed. He even let you take the little brush with the cleaning solution and do a few pieces yourself.

"Atta girl," he praised as you followed his instructions to a T.

You smiled, handing him back the tools. He reassembled the weapon, giving it one last pass with the cleansing cloth before oiling the moving mechanisms. He pulled out a hand wipe, cleaning the oil and blaster residue off his own fingers, before taking your hands and cleaning yours. He tossed away the dirtied wipe before taking your chin in his hands, plucking his toothpick from his lip, and tilting your face up to meet his. He bent down to press a loving kiss to your lips, making your cheeks heat.

He popped the pick back between his teeth and took Firepuncher with him to the cockpit. You shamelessly watched the lithe sniper saunter out of the room.

"He’s only like that with you," Hunter smirked at you.

"I doubt that," you sighed, cleaning up the dining table with a damp towel.

"I’m serious," he crossed his arms. "You’re good for him."

You rolled your eyes. "Hardly."

"He let you clean Firepuncher," Hunter smiled. "Safe to say you’re the only one he’s ever let do that."

"I’ll keep that in mind," you said, putting the rag into the dirty hamper.

"He’s never let anyone get close to him. I mean, none of us have really. We didn’t exactly have an easy upbringing," Hunter shared, trying to open up a bit more, but it was obvious it had hurt him too. "Crosshair is the youngest. He struggled the most with all the ostracization. I think it’s what made him so cold and severe, but he seems to have taken a liking to you. I noticed the way he changed slightly when you joined. Like how he started bringing you things when we were out."

"So he was the one leaving them on my cot?" You smiled, thinking back to all of the little trinkets, stones, or sweets.

"You’re getting through to him," Hunter said, standing up and walking over to you. "It’s more than we ever could have."

"He’s your brother," you sighed, looking down at Hunter’s lips.

“Exactly.” He whispered pressing forwards until your lips met. You purred into Hunter’s mouth feeling him bring one hand up to support your cheek as he kissed you passionately. He then deepened the kiss urging you to open your mouth slightly for his tongue to explore. You too explored, you wanted to memorize everything Hunter liked, well really what each alpha liked, but you decided you’d start with Hunter. You already knew Tech and Crosshair liked when you’d brat a little and that would end up in your submission to them. Hunter however, seemed a lot more like Wrecker in that he was mainly interested in your pleasure… but you were determined. 

You ran your hands to the nape of his neck and massaged there feeling him moan into your mouth. Okay, nape, check. You smiled tugging him further down do you were laid out on the table with your legs wrapped around his waist while he bent over pinning you to the surface. 

He surged forwards pushing his cod piece into your clothed core. You whined and squirmed against him feeling yourself get turned on by the weight at your apex. 

You moved your hand from his name to around the front of his neck giving it an experimental squeeze. He gave you a soft warning growl which made you immediately continue your journey south. Okay no choking for him. 

You hand your hands over his chest plate wishing you could feel the hard planes of his chest. 

Hunter pulled back looking down at you with a suspicious smirk, “What are you going little one?”

You tried catching your breath and smiled back, “Nothing.”

“Hmm.” He eyed you before diving back in to capture your lips. When you leaned up to reciprocate, he snatched up your neck and slammed you back down to the table making your eyes widen in surprise. He squeezed. Not hard enough to hurt you but just enough that it made your stomach flip and your heart race… maybe he was more dominant than you gave the Sargent credit for.

“Are you… studying me?” He gave you a wolfish grin. 

You swallowed looking up into his amber eyes, “Maybe…” 

He grinned keeping you pinned to the table. 

“Mesh’la…” He leaned down to lick at your gland under his thumb. You whined grinding down on his codpiece. He stood back up rubbing small circles into the gland making you writhe on the table, “You’re adorable little ‘mega.” 

You felt yourself getting wetter by the second, absolutely destroying your panties. Maker you wanted him so badly. 

“J-just want to know how to make you feel good.” You whimpered trying to get some kind of release for the tension thrumming through your entire system. 

He sighed a laugh leaning over you again giving you some mercy by grinding into you. You moaned. Between the rubbing between your thighs and the stimulation to your mating gland, you were on the edge of cumming. 

“Such a perfect little omega aren’t you?” He hummed watching you start to sweat. He could smell your slick and hear the way your heart hammered in your chest and he knew you were being edged, “Always so concerned with your alphas.” 

You cried out grabbing at the wrist around your neck and using the heel of your boots to force him even closer to you. He chuckled at your attempts to buck harder into him. 

“Do you want to cum pip?” He drawled. 

“Yes sir.” You whimpered desperate for this torture to end. 

“Well because you’ve been such a good girl,” He used his free hand to unbutton your pants and slide them inside towards your pulsing core. You nearly screamed when he finally started to rub tantalizing little circles into your aching clit. 

“Cum omega.” He commanded. 

You gasped feeling the sudden rush of your orgasm take over you. You arched up off the table pressing into him further. He only stopped stimulating your gland when you had finally worked through your orgasm. 

He smiled down as he released your neck and buttoned up your pants. 

“You feeling good, makes me feel good ‘mega.” He pushed his forehead into yours, “But if you want me to be more dominant like my brothers then we can do that too.” 

You hummed, “I only want what you want Hunter, whatever feels right.” 

He flashed his teeth at you again, growling, “What feels right… what feels right is me sinking my teeth right here little one.” He thumbed your glad again making you shudder, “as much as I want to totally loose myself, I know I can’t… You make me feel feral Ad’ika. You scent, it drives me wild.” 

You starred up at him through your heavy eyes feeling your heart start to beat quickly again. 

“You want to mate me Hunter?” You whispered seductively tilting your neck back so he could grip you again. 

You watched his eyes dilate at your words, “fuck mesh’la.” He sighed and shook his head trying to snap himself out of it, “I want to pup you.” He admitted and pressed his other hand to your abdomen, “Fucking Layla got me thinking about it.” He massaged your belly imagining what you’d look like swollen with his pups. 

You studied him… he seems to have quite the breeding kink, a mischievous smile crept up onto your lip, “boy or girl Hunter?” 

“Hmm?” He looked up from your belly into your heady eyes. 

“Boy or girl?” You repeated. 

“Girl… definitely a girl.” He kissed you pressing you back down to the table. 

“Is that why your hindbrain cut out my implant?” You giggled and squirmed under him, “You want to knock me up?”

“M’guess so.” He mumbled nuzzling your gland. 

You just sighed in contentment enjoying the way he mouthed at your shoulder keeping a firm grip on your side. 

“Better keep those fangs to yourself Hunter.” Tech groused passing by data pad in hand. 

Serge sighed sitting up finally snapping out of the trance you had put him in. 

“Sharing is caring.” Crosshair stepped into the hallway to tease his older brother. 

“You’re gonna make him territorial.” You lulled your head to the side to look at the sniper. 

Crosshair chuckled, “He’s always been territorial.” 

“As are you.” Tech stepped into the doorway. 

“Byproduct of being an alpha.” Crosshair flashed a fangy smile at you. You giggled sitting up making Hunter stand. 

“I’m not territorial.” Tech looked up from his search. 

You scoffed, “Oh yes you are.” 

“What?” He was confused, “When have I displayed territorial tendencies.” 

“When I first saw the 501st after joining you.” You pushed Hunter back so you could saunter over to Tech, “In 79’s, I saw that look in your eye when I danced with regs, and then when I almost drowned, you got your punches in. Don’t think I didn’t see that.” You smirked poking him in the chest plate. 

“Is that considered territorial?” He looked up at his brothers. 

“Sounds about right.” Hunter nodded. Crosshair agreed. 

You smirked and crossed your arms, “Then you and Cross marked me up on Mimban. Had those women thinking I was in trouble.” 

He widened his eyes realizing you were right. 

“It would seem I do display territorial behavior.” He nodded, “I must look into this.” He walked off typing furiously into his data pad. 

You just shook your head laughing and walked back to lean on the table. 

“How much longer to Kamino?” Hunter asked Crosshair. 

“Half an hour.” 

“Alright, let’s get ready to doc.” Hunter ushered the two of you out and into the cockpit. 

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"Where are you taking me?" you asked the Kaminoan.

"We need your assistance in the medical wing. You're the only one with experience regarding the spice chemical compounds," she replied.

You glanced at Hunter, who gave you an approving nod. Swallowing nervously, you agreed to follow the female alien, feeling a little uneasy about leaving your pack with this unfamiliar woman. Looking back, you noticed they were still watching you as you disappeared down the hallway.

"What is your name?" the Kaminoan asked.

"Y/N Y/L/N," you responded, clutching the straps of your med pack, feeling a little like you were back in school.

All around you, shinies and cadets marched in perfect lines. Every few clones would break their focus to peer at you. You ignored them, following behind the Kaminoan called Nala Se.

As you neared the medical wing, you noticed a group of pacing soldiers in blue.

"Fives?" you called out to him. He looked at you, confused at first, before walking over to you.

"CT-5555," Nala Se nodded.

He nodded back before embracing you. You hugged him back, stepping up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "Layla got your memo. Echo and I read it."

"Did Layla send you?" he whispered back before standing upright, "It’s been so long, kid. How are you doing?"

You scrunched your brow in confusion for a second before realizing he was prompting you to play along. "I’m doing fine. How’s Rex?"

"Eh, you know... as good as he was after Umbara," Fives said, sounding too cheerful for referring to THE Umbara siege. You nodded, understanding that Rex and the boys weren’t doing well and that there was some sort of conspiracy at play.

You double-tapped your arm, signaling a "no" in reference to his first question. "Oh, that’s great. I’ll have to spend some time with him when we’re back on rotation."

He flashed you a sign he and the boys used to let you know to stay quiet in tough situations. "I know he’ll love that. You were always his favorite civ."

"Hah," you smiled, giving another signal that you understood the mission. "Well, let the others know I’m sending my love."

"Of course, Tiny," he embraced you again and whispered, "Don’t trust the Kaminoans," before pulling back with a charming smile.

You smiled too, giving his arm a squeeze.

Nala Se continued on, and you followed after her, giving Fives one more glance before turning left and disappearing into the medical facility.

"Did you serve under CT-7567?" Nala Se asked while approaching her desk.

"Yes. I was a medic for the 501st before the 99’s," you replied, using your military-trained voice.

"They seem to like you," she remarked.

You didn’t know if she was trying to pry information out of you. The way she spoke seemed to indicate so. "I’m the only one not giving them orders and fixing their injuries. The position tends to make friends."

"Friends," she repeated, picking up her data pad. "After the incident on Crait, we’ve been trying to ascertain a sample of the same compound used. I was wondering if you could give me a recount of the events. Most of our clones have been altered to withstand almost all stressors, diseases, and injury. As I’m sure you’re well aware, they’re stronger than most natural-born humans. This is their design. It is a concern of ours to have this weakness in them. We wish to alter our work for future cloning and perhaps even develop a cure for the battlefield."

You sighed before crossing your arms and bringing back the information to the forefront of your mind. "Well, I didn’t know what happened until it was too late. Hu-uhh-CT-9901 later recounted the events that led to the dosing. There was already a Republic team researching the findings based on suspicious reconnaissance information. They went missing, and my unit went to retrieve them and their findings. I rarely leave the ship, so one second everything is fine, then the next…” You swallowed, trying to find the words to appropriately explain what occurred. “CT-9901 had incapacitated CT-1409 while trying to get to me. The drug affected his alpha instincts and rendered him feral. I had the implant, but due to his enhanced scent, he could still pick up on my pheromones, and then it was a struggle until I shot him. It was the only thing that was going to stop him. The others kept him tied up in the brig until it was all out of his system. It took almost a day."

"In the report, it said he had cut out your implant," Nala Se read through it.

"That is correct."

"Then you were able to get medical assistance aboard General Skywalker’s vessel."

"That is correct."

"Did CT-9901 have any lingering effects?" she asked.

"Not that I’m aware of," you shook your head.

"It’s not often we have a human female omega in this facility. Is it alright if I take some blood samples for testing purposes?"

You nodded, "Sure."

She sat you down on a chair before grabbing the injector site. She cleaned your arm before pressing the machine to your skin.

She took the samples and placed them in the care of a medic droid.

"Is there anything else I can assist with?" you asked, standing up and pressing a bandage to the small wound.

"Yes, actually. We had a clone recently turn on a Jedi and unfortunately kill her. We’re suspecting it was caused by this bioweapon altering his behavior."

You steeled the expression that was begging to come out on your face. You kept a neutral expression, but deep down, you knew it was deeper than this. The drug may make alphas become feral, but to kill a Jedi, that wasn’t adding up.

"He killed a Jedi?" you clarified.

"Yes," Nala Se wasn’t giving any more information.

Was that why she was asking about Hunter cutting you? You knew you were going to have to really guard your words from here on out.

She walked you over to the other side of her office before opening a door out onto a viewing platform. Below, seemed to be the training facilities that the clones had told you about from their teen years.

Down below, there was a single clone standing there and a medical droid. You watched the droid inject a crimson substance into the clone. He started to growl as the spice entered his system. You watched in abject horror as they experimented cruelly on this poor man. You bit your tongue, however. If Fives was right, you were being watched too, and you had to be so careful.

The man writhed and howled as he slipped into the hindbrain. His face contorted into something aggressive and frightening. Then the same droid that took your blood sample hovered down toward one of the barricades out of view of the clone, it dripped your blood onto the sterile surface, and suddenly the man whipped his head up like Hunter had. He made a direct beeline for your scent.

He was making soft cooing noises trying to lure out the omega he thought was there. When he turned the corner and found nothing but blood, he roared, touching the drop and bringing it to his nose. Then, like out of one of Kix’s favorite horror movies, the affected clone zeroed in on you and Nala Se on the viewing platform like Hunter when he’s tracking. He snarled and started running toward you, determined to climb up there.

Nala Se gave the order to have him sedated, and you watched the fighting clone collapse into stillness. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and looked to the Kaminoan.

"Was the Jedi an omega?" you deadpanned, still a little shocked from the demonstration.

Nala Se hesitated, “No.”

You nodded.

"We have requested you and your unit to assist us in finding more information about the origins of this research," she walked you out of the lab and back into the hallway where Fives had been, "Your group leader has already been briefed, but we wish to have you involved as you were there from the genesis of this issue."

"I will do my best," you swallowed nervously. You were hoping none of you would have to go near this ever again, but it seems it’s becoming the main focus of the GAR whether you like it or not.

~~~

When you entered the 99’s barracks, you were first hit with the smell. Ugh… unkempt alpha… you scrunched your nose and stepped inside.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asked, walking up to you, seeing the bandage.

"Yeah, they just wanted my blood," you brushed him off.

"What for?" Echo asked.

You shuffled nervously, "T-they’re running tests… on regs. It was horrible." You bit back tears, "They dosed a shiny and lured him around with my blood to see how feral he’d become. Right before he decided to come after me, they sedated him and took him away."

"They used you as bait?" Crosshair growled, plucking the pick from his mouth.

"No… I mean not really. Just my blood sample," you tried to console him.

"Why are they doing that?" Hunter asked.

"Nala Se said they’re trying to develop a cure for the drug. They wanted my blood since there's no omegas around here."

"That’s what they wanted you for?" Wrecker wondered.

"She wanted me to go over Crait again. I don’t know why. She wanted to know the specifics of Hunter cutting out my implant. She seemed interested."

"Interested?" Tech pondered, and you nodded, "Did she say anything else?"

"Just that we’re supposed to be going on another mission? She said you already were briefed," you looked to Hunter.

He reached a hand out to cup your cheek when the door whooshed open, and Fives came running inside. Hunter immediately retreated his hand to glare at the reg.

"Fives?" you quirked your head, "What are you doing here?"

"I tried finding you after I saw you, but Nala Se was alone. I knew you’d be here," he caught his breath.

"What’s wrong?" you asked, stepping toward him, intending a hand on his shoulder. You heard Crosshair make a warning growl, but you just threw him a look.

"I needed to talk to you without them watching."

"Okay," you nodded, pulling out a stool for him to sit on.

"Is this about Tup?" Echo asked, coming closer to sit.

"Yeah," Fives nodded, "Something is going on around here."

"Nala Se said he was drugged with the spice," you sat on the table, pushing Tech’s old scribbles to the side.

Fives shook his head, "No, he wasn’t drugged."

You cringed, "Wait so he killed the Jedi on his own?"

"Who killed a Jedi?" Hunter squawked.

"Tup," Echo shook his head.

"Why could a clone kill a Jedi? It’s literally impossible for us to even fathom that," Tech was confused. It goes against all of their programming.

"Were you there?" you asked.

Fives nodded, "We all were. I insisted I come back with him, he’s my brother ya know? Rex is distraught and Anakin doesn’t understand what the hell is going on. But I knew something was off when the Kaminoans started insisting it was the spice. Kix literally tested him for any substances and he cleared the test. Plus, if that was the case we’d all be rutting like crazy right now." He shook his head, "I don’t trust the Kaminoans, they’re hiding something."

"So what are you saying you think it is?" Tech asked.

"Kix thinks it’s stress-related," Fives shrugged.

"That’s not possible, that part of our brain was altered to not experience stress," Tech shook his head.

You scoffed, what a dream.

“That’s what Rex said,” Fives replied.

“Well, where is Tup now?” you asked.

“Sedated in one of the medical wards.”

“Sedated?”

"Yeah, he wouldn’t shut up about following orders or something like that," Fives shrugged. "Shaak Ti thinks he’s been brainwashed by seppies."

“Is that a possibility?” Hunter asked. "No one’s ever heard of that before."

“No, he was with us the entire time. He just snapped all of a sudden,” Fives sounded worried.

You put your hand on his, trying to comfort him. He just smiled sadly and sighed, “Kix says hi, by the way.”

“Is he here?” You asked, perking up.

“Yeah, but they have him working. A batch of shinies got pretty banged up on their first dispatch.”

“Typical,” you laughed, thinking about the nearly thousand times you’ve had to patch up the 501st boys, especially in the early days.

“I heard some pretty crazy stuff about you all,” he looked around. “Did you guys really crash land on Mimban?”

“Now, how did you hear about that?” You laughed.

“I have my sources,” he jested.

“Any chance your source is 5’3 and wears mini skirts?” You smirked.

“Now, how could you have possibly guessed that?” He mimicked you.

“Layla!” Tech said, like it was trivia.

“You know Layla?” Fives scrunched his nose.

“We were all on Ani’s Venator for a week, Fives!” You shook your head.

“Oh yeah!” Fives laughed. “When Sarge here put you into heat!”

You deflated. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“No problem,” he smiled.

“Layla baked us cookies!” Wrecker added.

“No! Tech and I made the cookies!” You pouted.

“Okay, fine, you made the cookies, but Layla was there,” Wrecker rolled his eyes.

“Ya’ll are hanging out without me, darlin’?” He playfully shoved you.

“Yup,” you smiled standing up, “And I found out Layla has a thing for ARC troopers.”

Fives scrunched his nose before turning to Echo, who looked smug.

“Like the good old days!” Five punched his batch mate Echo; just shoved him back playfully. “Cool place, by the way,” Fives waved around at the super messy barracks.

“Thanks,” the 99’s answered in unison.

Crosshair played with his toothpick. “Aren’t we supposed to be leaving?” Crosshair drawled, clearly bored with the reg.

“Oh yeah,” Hunter nodded, standing up again, “We’re leaving for Kaller.”

“Kaller?” Fives stood up, grabbing his helmet. “Kriff is on Kaller?”

“Apparently, the origin point of the spice compound,” Tech informed.

“Am I coming?” You asked Hunter.

“Yeah, we’re definitely not leaving you here,” Hunter replied.

Fives gave you a little suggestive look, which you just rolled your eyes at.

“Let’s go before Nala Se wants all my blood,” you grabbed your med pack, slinging the straps over your shoulders.

“She took what?” Fives grabbed you by the shoulders.

“She took my blood,” you looked over to Echo, then back to Fives.

“What for?” He squeezed you a bit.

“She was running tests on shinies and the spice. She wanted my blood to test the efficacy of their symptoms.”

“They used her as bait,” Crosshair corrected.

“How much did she take?” Fives asked.

You shrugged. “Two vials.”

“She asked for you specifically?” Fives was starting to sound nervous.

“Fives, you’re scaring me,” you whined.

Hunter stepped in, separating the two of you, keeping you tucked into his side. “What are you saying?”

“Have any of you noticed how different she smells?” He gestured to you.

You narrowed your eyes, looking around at the others.

“She doesn’t smell like any omega I’ve ever been around,” Fives crossed his arms.

“Is that a bad thing?” You asked quietly.

“No,” everyone said in unison.

“Why would the Kaminoans want Pip’s blood?” Tech asked.

“I don’t know,” Fives shrugged. “But Kaminoans don’t do anything without a purpose. She’s unique. For what reason, I don’t know. But I’m guessing it has something to do with this spice stuff.”

“All the more reason to get her far away from here,” Hunter said.

“I’m fine with that,” you were thrilled to get off this waterlogged planet. You looked to Fives. “Are you staying here?”

“I can’t let the others handle this on their own, Rex’s orders,” he shrugged. “As much as Kaller sounds like so much fun,” he was being sarcastic.

“We’ll catch up later, brother,” Echo clapped Fives on the shoulder before opening the door to the hallway.

“When you’re back on rotation, you owe me a night at 79’s!” Fives fitted his helmet back on and started off in the direction of the medical wing.

“Sounds like a plan!” Echo yelled after him.

“So, Kaller?” You asked, feeling a little trepidation.

“Shaak Ti informed us that the council needs us to infiltrate a secret base on Kaller to retrieve the research on this mystery drug. I know you’re probably worried about getting involved in this again, but I don’t know what else we can do,” Hunter sighed, knowing this topic was still sore for the both of you.

“It’s fine, Hunter,” you nodded, “My anxiety about this drug is nothing compared to the damage it does, which is far more important to stop.”

You got flashes back to that poor clone under its insidious influence. This had to be stopped.

“Pip obviously is going nowhere near that drug and risk getting exposed,” Tech asserted. The others agreed.

“But what about you guys?” You worried as you all made it to the docking bay. “What do we do if you get exposed?”

“We lock ourselves up in the brig,” Crosshair pointed out, “Just like we did with Hunter, until it wears out. The side effects are much worse for an omega than an alpha.”

You shivered, remembering the sharp pain of Hunter’s blade in your shoulder.

“Okay,” you acquiesced. It’s not like you could go against orders anyway. No matter how scared you might be.

“Kaller here we come!” Wrecker laughed.

~~~

“This planet is soooo… cold,” you sighed, shivering as the hatch opened. Tech had found a cave in the side of an icy mountain where he landed the Marauder, keeping it out of sight and out of the elements.

You ran back inside to grab the GAR-issued snow coat lined with nexu fur. You pulled it on and zipped it all the way up to your chin.

“How are you not cold?” You jumped up and down, trying to warm up.

“Genetics,” Tech leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Behave, alright?”

You chewed your lip. “If I feel like it.”

“Omega,” he warned, turning you around and pushing you into Crosshair. “Behave.”

You huffed before snuggling into the sniper. “You heard Tech. Be a good girl until we get back.”

“Okay,” you leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss him. He smiled, melding his lips with yours.

“Bye Pip!” Wrecker came over, shoving Crosshair away from you before picking you up and hugging you. “We’ll be back!”

“I know, big guy!” You smiled. “Please, be careful.” You were obviously worried.

“We’ll be okay,” Hunter collected you from his little brother. “Radio in every thirty minutes, even if we don’t respond.”

“I know! I know!” You rubbed your scent on his chest plate. “Just like always.”

“Bye, Tiny!” Echo yelled as he descended the steps.

“Bye!” You yelped.

You watched the boys leave and the hatch close, leaving you in stark silence. You locked the access door. It’s been so long since you had been totally alone without one of them staying back with you. You almost didn’t know what to do with yourself.

Checking your datapad time, you knew they had two hours to complete this mission before you were allowed to start worrying for real.

You wandered around the ship a bit, looking for something to clean or organize. Deciding you’d take a crack at the surplus supplies, you waltzed into the back of the ship where the brig was down below. You slid down the ladder, landing with a thud in the dark underbelly of the Marauder. This is where you kicked on the lights and decided to get to work sorting and organizing everything.

To make the time go by faster, you stole Crosshair’s datapad from his bunk drawer to play some of his rock music.

You’d checked in three times already, knowing you’d only have one more to go before they’d start making their way back. You had sorted through all of the surplus food, making sure to group the meals Layala had brought you guys by preference. You made sure to include everyone’s favorites along with little snack packs and dehydrated blue milk.

You were just about to start on the ammunition supply when you got beeped on your com.

“Havoc 6, come in,” Hunter’s voice startled you. You scrambled to turn down Crosshair’s music before radioing back.

“This is Havoc 6, Havoc 1, are you alright?” You asked, feeling your heart start to race and the hair stand up on your neck… something was wrong. You just knew it.

“We’re okay, but we found… a kid?” Hunter replied, “We got the research, we’re making our way back, there’s a change of plans.”

“A kid? What? Change of plans?” You stuttered into the com channel, “What are you talking about?”

“You’ll see when we get there, get the ship warmed up,” Hunter cut the line, and you scrambled out of the brig and up into the main cabin before jogging into the cockpit. You entered Tech’s special code before being able to begin the ignition process.

Just as you got the engines primed, you heard them approach and opened the hatch door.

They came jogging inside, helmets still on. You were looking at them a bit perplexed when a smaller figure followed them inside behind Crosshair.

“A pup?” You rushed forward, unable to stop yourself, before taking the little kid into your hands, sniffing and checking him for injuries. “W-where did you find him?”

“Hey, lady!” He swatted at you, making you back up. He scowled, smoothing down his robes. That’s when you realized he was a Padawan… You suddenly stood up and looked at the boys, putting your hands on your hips.

“Sorry, kid,” Hunter chuckled, “She’s a fussy little omega.”

“You’re an omega?” He asked, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Where is his master!?” You instantly jumped on your unit, “Did you steal a Padawan?”

“As funny as that would be, no… we didn’t steal him,” Echo shook his head, taking off his helmet, “He found us.”

You turned to look at the kid, “Are you lost?”

He scoffed, “No, I’m not lost. I was sent to find reinforcements.”

“How old are you?” You were shocked this child was being battle-tested already.

“14,” he replied.

Your eyes softened, “He’s just a baby!” You growled, looking to your unit.

They just shrugged, “Hey, it’s not our fault what the Jedi do with their littles,” Wrecker defended.

“I’m not little!” He squawked, “And we really need help, so are you going to help us or what?”

“What’s your name, kid?” Echo asked.

“Caleb. Caleb Dume.”

“Where’s your master?” Hunter asked, and the pup handed him the coordinates.

“Alright, let’s go,” Hunter decided, and you just stood there flabbergasted.

“Relax, ‘Mega,” Crosshair tried to help you come to terms with this, “He’s a Jedi, probably could kick all of our asses if he wanted to.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” you sighed.

“He’s not your pup,” Crosshair reminded you, “It’s not your problem.”

You growled. Crosshair just smirked. You were fiercely protective, that was for certain.

You peeked your head around the sniper to look at Caleb, “Have you eaten anything, hun?”

“Stop mothering him!” Echo yelled from his seat.

“I can’t help it!” You shook your head before heading for your jump seat. Hunter eyed you.

“I’m alright, miss,” Caleb grabbed onto the side of the ship as Tech brought the Marauder up into the air.

You were not liking this situation. First the spice, and now the kid. Why can’t missions just go how they’re supposed to?

Tech expertly flew the ship not too far from where you were hidden in the mountains. He found a clearing just before all of the blaster fire in the distance.

As the ship touched down, you stood up to follow them, but they all turned around, pointing fingers at you, “Pip, stay on the ship.”

“Ugh! Fine!” You groused, going over to Tech’s seat, ignoring the itch to take care of the kid.

“Are all omegas like that?” Caleb asked, picking up his lightsaber from his belt.

“Pip’s extra mothering when it comes to pups,” Tech replied, adjusting his holovisor.

“Should have seen her on Ryloth…” Echo started telling Caleb the story when the hatch door closed, leaving you once again alone in the ship.

You let out a loud groan, spinning the pilot’s seat around. The primal need to make sure the kid was okay was eating you from the inside out. He was literally walking into a war zone. That goes against everything your instincts wanted.

“Don’t do it, Y/N,” you shook your head, spinning the chair again.

But when you slowed down the spin, you noticed Caleb had left behind his robe and something in you snapped.

The pup was going to be cold…

"Fuck this." You got up, snatching the robe and smashed the hatch opening. You knew your alphas were going to kill you, but you didn’t care. You could care after you knew the pup was okay. At least you grabbed the thigh holster and a spare pistol, strapping it to yourself before stomping down the steps and out into the snow-covered forest. As you neared the battlefield, you heard bullets flying and explosions in the distance. You went running, suddenly overwhelmed with instincts… you didn’t know why this was happening. This hadn’t ever happened to you before, not even with the little girl on Ryloth. Something was very, very wrong.

Your jog turned into a sprint as you dodged trees and jumped over fallen trunks.

Letting your omega instinct guide you, you appeared in the clearing, seeing the last of the droids being destroyed by the cunning skills of your unit.

"We got a problem," Crosshair’s voice rang out through their comms, "Pip left the ship."

"What?" Hunter whipped around, finding you wandering through the smoke, clearly looking for something in the literal middle of the battlefield.

"Kark," Echo cursed, "She’s looking for the kid."

"Omega…" Hunter growled into the com channel. You ignored him.

They started walking back over to you, looking angry as a pissed-off rancor as the smoke started to clear. Crosshair came sliding down the side of the icy hill, joining their little clique when you spun around, finding Caleb walking over towards you.

"Hey, Miss?" He gave you a kind smile.

"Hi," you said, looking around a bit dazed.

"Are you okay, miss?" He asked, walking up to you.

"Y-yeah, I just had to make sure you were okay," you shook your head, starting to come back to your senses.

"I’m okay," he nodded, "Thanks to your friends."

"You left this behind," you handed him the brown robe, which he happily took and put on, shaking off the chill in the air.

"Y/N!" Hunter’s roar cut through the war zone.

"Kark," you sighed, closing your eyes.

Caleb giggled, pulling up his hood.

"I gave you direct orders to stay on the ship!" Hunter was so mad, "Then you run out into a literal battlefield. You could have been killed!"

"I-I’m…" you struggled to get the words out as the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

Turning around, you saw the master Jedi step up out of her trench, only to ignite her saber as her captain turned on her.

"Master!" Caleb screeched, igniting his saber and running towards his master. You couldn’t help but run after the pup despite your alpha’s roars of disapproval. Caleb suddenly stopped, realizing that his master was outnumbered.

"Run, Caleb!" She screamed, taking the brunt of the fire.

You flung yourself over the pup just in time to dodge a plasma bullet. Caleb was reacting much faster than you. When he looked up to see the 99’s jogging towards you two guns in hand, he quickly grabbed onto your wrist and started dragging you into the woods with him, running for your lives.

"Caleb!" You yelped, running with him.

"They’ve turned!" He said, jumping over branches. He was much faster than you, but you tried your best to keep up, "The clones can’t be trusted."

"What?" You were gasping for air, starting to feel the fatigue.

"I can feel it," he said, weaving left, trying to throw anyone off your trail.

A plasma bullet went whizzing by your head before exploding into a nearby tree. You both were forced to halt your sprint in the crunchy snow.

"Maker Crosshair, you could have hit her!" Echo growled, knocking the sniper’s gun out of his hand.

"Stop running, kid!" Hunter called out to the two of you.

Caleb just stepped in front of you, igniting his saber, "Stay back!"

They stopped their approach. You were beyond confused.

Crosshair kept his weapon trained on the kid while the others tried their hardest not to come off as intimidating.

"It’s okay, Caleb," Hunter said, putting his gun away and keeping his hands up in the air, "We just want to help you."

Crosshair decided then he would take the shot. You watched in horror as the blue plasma blast soared through the air, and Caleb skillfully deflected it, sending it back into the trees. You screamed and grabbed the kid, curling your body around him on instinct. You knelt in the snow, shielding Caleb from your alphas.

You heard shouting, then you heard firepuncher go off again, but this time the blast missed wildly. You flinched at the sound of it exploding into nearby rocks. You cradled Caleb's head like a mother would, keeping him pressed to you safely.

When you dared to look behind you, you saw Hunter and Crosshair wrestling in the snow while Tech held firepuncher, keeping it away from his little brother.

"Good soldiers follow orders," Crosshair repeated over and over again as Hunter demanded to know why the hell he would shoot at their omega and the kid.

Wrecker tried to approach you, but you let out the nastiest snarl you could muster, flashing your fangs at him.

He just put his hands up, staying at a comfortable distance.

"They’re coming," Caleb said, holding onto your shirt.

"Who?" You asked.

"The other clones," he said, "We have to go, now!"

"I can’t," you felt tears start to shed as your instincts were ripping you in half. You wanted to protect the pup, but the other part of you needed to be with your alphas.

"They’re not who you think they are… not anymore," he warned.

"I can’t leave them," you bent down, picking up his lightsaber and handing it to him. You smoothed down his hair and looked the child in the eyes, "You need to run. You need to stay alive."

"What about you?" He asked, looking at your fighting unit.

"They won’t hurt me," you nodded.

He just stood up, looking skeptical before looking into the tree line where approaching noises were coming from.

You gave the child a nod before he turned and sprinted off into the woods, disappearing into the snowy wilderness. You heaved in the snow, feeling like you failed somehow.

"Omega?" Tech asked, slowly approaching you, hoping you wouldn’t snap.

You refused to face them, feeling your tears slide down your hot cheeks, "What the fuck just happened?"

Ruh Roh... it's imperial Crosshair time...

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Saw a post recently that said if you're not a good communicator you shouldn't be in a poly relationship. My first thought was, "right communication is an absolute MUST!" But thinking about it some more, I think there needs to be more nuance to the idea. What makes good communication? And who's to say who should and shouldn't do polyamory?

I'm an easily overwhelmed, agoraphobic, introvert - and at times communication IS hard. I often seek alone time with very little interaction with the outside world.

I had a girlfriend who HATED texting and wanted lots of in person face to face time. That relationship slowly unravelled and disappeared - without communication. I'm a texter and couldn't fit my schedule or find the spoons to spend more time with her - and she never texted.

I had to explain to a new person I'm dating that I'm not good at asking a lot of questions - which can look like a lack of interest and a failure in gathering information for a good match. The reality is I figure others will tell me what they want me to know over time as they get comfortable, and if it's important it'll come up. Meanwhile, I'm an open book. I communicate with lengthy paragraphs and stories to paint a picture of my world. Which often gets others to share similarly - through text, and more importantly get to know me on a deep level. In person I'm spastic mess, I get emotional about everything and excitement or frustration can jumble words into an incoherent rant.

When I'm upset, I cry... And trying to help someone see my point of view doesn't work well between frustrated sobs I can't control. With my husband we make an effort to take a pause with intense discussions and let me write/text it out. And while he can be a stoic type during emotional discussions - giving him time to process is important. But my anxious attachment will precieve it as if I'm doing all the communication and he's got nothing!

I also unintentionally go into circles and rants as I process which can be overwhelming to the other party. I've been in relationships where we'd talk and talk and talk and talk until we'd exhaust each other and that talking might turn into yelling or unhealthy silent treatments. Neither of us could understand each other or find common ground.

To prevent this with my husband we set timers. 5/5/10. We each get 5 minutes to share our thoughts, and then we'll have 10 minutes to collaborate on a solution - or to bond or support each other.

I have a FWB who I rarely hear from. Maybe every few months when he's in town and able to set a date to meet. He's not the talkative type unless we're alone in a room together - and I realized I'm ok with this. I don't need constant contact to enjoy my time with him.

I think a huge part of healthy relationships is meeting people where they're at and accepting each other exactly as we are. The good, the bad, the messy, and perfectly whole. And it's beautiful and wonderful! But it's also complicated and hard. Not every relationship is going to last. But the experiences together are valuable nonetheless.

When our communication styles and skills are different, what do we do!? Ironically, we communicate about it, and even a "bad communicator" can find work arounds. I think it comes down to boundaries and trying to understand each other. And if it doesn't work out between both of you - it doesn't mean we can't find someone else who it can't work with.

And while we can find total acceptance of each other one would hope each of us is working on personal progress and improvements in areas that we struggle.

Just like there's no one right perfect way to be poly, I don't think there's only one right perfect way to communicate. We each need to find what works best for us and our individual relationships. And it's going to vary and be different almost every single time.

The end.

[munsons-mutiny]

I’ve had this headcanon forever and it’s just never come up anywhere, so I figured it’s time to write about it.

Caleb’s spell that he makes for Veth, Widogast’s Transmorigification, has major implications for Exandria’s trans population! This could be the magical equivalent of top or bottom surgery only it’s down to a biological level! I’m sure they’ve had their own procedures, but a body that you can personally design does seem like an upgrade from whatever technology/magic they have available!

I like to believe that Caleb doesn’t think about the spell in that context at first, why would he? It was designed for someone with a different type of body dysphoria, and he doesn’t interact with too many trans people (at least that he knows, I have no clue if he knows about Yussa, and they haven’t seen Bryce in ages).

But once he starts teaching, and establishes himself as a safe space for queer kids (you can’t tell me the empire is super open minded, especially their most prestigious traditional institution) the application becomes obvious. The first time his favorite student, a small purple tiefling named Aza who reminds him so much of Molly it hurts, comes to him mid-breakdown because of how bad the dysphoria is the solution just immediately pops into his head. He could fix this for her, give her the body she should’ve been born in.

He comforts her the best he can and then calls a meeting of the lgbt club he has set up (it’s run under the radar to make it safe even for students who aren’t out to their peers yet). Where he gives a presentation on the spell, and it’s capabilities, even has Veth come in to show the results and have her talk about her experience and if there had been any side effects.

A couple students in the room cry at the possibility, some remain uninterested, but many are enraptured with the idea.

In what seems like the blink of an eye Caleb has suddenly become an underground queer hero, he starts performing the spell free of cost to anyone who wants it and is above the legal age (you just have to help dig up the clay if you can). Ends up having a whole medical procedure to the spell, where he takes them to the blooming grove (which I imagine has plenty of clays heheh) where it’s peaceful and they can talk everything over with caduceus before and after. Who can guide them through their feelings much better than Caleb though he always tries his best. He always offer the option to go back as well (though they have to wait a year, which is of course stated beforehand) if it isn’t the solution they were hoping for.

(Totally off track but I fully believe Caduceus ends up super involved in Caleb’s queer club, there’s so little aro ace rep and seeing someone whose so confident in it would be so helpful for them, and I think it would be so comforting for Caddy to see others like him and to know he’s not alone in that)

They keep the whole operation quiet, but it spreads silently throughout the queer community, Astrid even stepping in a time or two to keep it off the Assembly’s radar (She may be straight, but she’s poly with a bi partner, and I believe she’ll use her powers for causes she believes in for better or worse. Thankfully this is one of them).

There’s still discrimination against the queer community, but this quiet movement starts to spread to the point that almost every member of the nein is involved. Beau uses her connections at the Soul to get new documentation for people with proper names and pronouns. Yasha starts running Rexxentrum’s first self-sustainable lgbt safehouse for kids with nowhere to go (the garden is incredible). Jester and Fjord turn Fjord’s old orphanage into a second lgbt safehouse after he gets it shut down. Veth adds lgbt education to her camps curriculum, and is an advocate for same sex healthcare in the Nicodranas school system. She has a tunic that says proud mother of a bisexual wizard that she wears a little too often much to Caleb’s chagrin. Even Kingsley (illegal pirate king that he may be, my beloved) ends up becoming as involved as possible in Caleb’s group. Loves learning more about gender identity, and becomes the first Plank King to be openly gender fluid (probably who knows, I don’t know much about Darktows history but I def didn’t get super queer vibes). Makes sure Dark-Tow is accepting of all who turn to piracy, and imposes harsh laws against discrimination.

Essek looks on all of this with pride, so proud of Caleb and even the small role that he got to play in the spells creation. It’s the first time he gets to see something he helped with create good in the world. With Caleb’s permission he ends up sneaking back into the dynasty and leaving a copy of the finished spell on the Bright Queens desk, with a big created by Caleb Widogast across it (with whatever the wizard equivalent of copyright is). In a culture that centers around rebirth in different bodies, the idea that you could choose to have your original body back is a big deal. Dysphoria after consecuted individuals get their magic back is a huge problem within the dynasty, and it does Essek a lot of good to know that he’s done something actually helpful for his country.

Basically this got super long winded and out of hand, and I know Matt has largely cut homophobia, transphobia, and non-fantasy racism from Exandria but this idea would just not leave me alone!! And either way the spells implications for a gender affirming procedure are still super relevant.

[fallingdownhell]

Hi there! I'd like to be called 🍊 anon, pretty please.

May I request Ayato and Kaeya in a poly relationship with a super shy reader that turns into a tomato everytime she gets complimented?

(oh god, all the teasing)

I can most certainly do that, my dear 🍊 - anon<3

God, that sounds like a dream and a total nightmare at the same time. But even so.. you take what you can get, right?

Content: gender neutral reader; lots of teasing; praising; otherwise fluff; slightly suggestive in the end??

Word count: 750 words

Anyway, have fun and enjoy the show!

Oh boy, where to even start with those two...

Honestly, if you were to enter a poly relationship with both Kaeya and Ayato.. you will need nerves of steel, because those two are a handfull

Like, they're already quite demanding and teasing by themselves, but if you three are together in one room?

Well, let's start off easy, shall we?

Since Kaeya and Ayato reside in different nations, and both have highly important jobs and can't just easily be gone for a few weeks on end every so often, you often travel between the two regions

You came to an agreement with your two men, where you would stay with one of them for a few weeks, before traveling back to the other, and then repeat

It sucks, for all three of you, but it is the best solution anyone of you could come up with

It especially sucks for the person how has to be alone for those weeks, only being able to stay in contact through letters, whishing that they could be with you as well

That's how the living situation would be for the most time, but sometimes, either Kaeya or Ayato ARE able to take some much needed time off, so they would accompany you on your way to the other, so the three of you get to be together for the entire time

Now, each of them individually is already a huge tease

Kaeya really likes to get you flustered with just about anything. Doesn't matter if he compliments your looks, your achievements, your cooking, it can be anything

He just loves to see how your cheeks turn red, how you cutely try to hide it from him by turning around, but in doing so showing him your ear and neck, which are just as red as your cheeks

he can't help but chuckle at the cute display. He just has to reach out for you, pulling you close to him so he can whisper more compliments into your ear, making your head spin from all the positive affirmations

Ayato also enjoys teasing you for the same reason. But where Kaeya uses his words to achieve that goal, Ayato likes to tease you more with his touch

He would guide his hand over your body, across your cheeks, down to your neck, where he stays for a while, before wandering down to your waist and then gently letting it rest on your thigh

he does it in such a nonchalant way that you can't help but get flustered at it, while he keeps doing his work

Ayato would mostly do it in private, wanting to keep your beautiful reaction for his eyes only, but sometimes, he has the urge to tease you in public

if you were to attend a meeting with him and he just so happens to get particularly bored with the conversation, don't be too surprised when he suddenly pulls you into his lap, resting his head on your shoulder, while his hands keep you in place

the other attendents would be shocked at the display, at a loss for words, until Ayato urges them to continue, not bothered by it in the slightest, though he has to hold back a smirk with the way you bury your face in your hands, trying to hide your existence

And now you get those two combined

Ayato doing everything in his power to tease you with his touch, while Kaeya's words do nothing to ease the embarrassement you feel, even though their words and actions are so pure

Kaeya could simply be telling you how beautiful you look today in the sunlight, while Ayato agrees with him, gently stroking your back

Worst is, they know exactly the affect they have on you, and they will not hesitate to use it to their advantage

One day, you decided that you wanted to tease them back but when the time for it actually came, you were a stuttering mess, not being able to follow through, but the boys caught on to what you were trying to do

"Oho, little princess trying to tease us back?", Kaeya would say, leaning in close to your face, holding your hands

"We can't have that. That's our job after all, darling", Ayato would whisper in your ear from behind, his breath hitting against your neck

Their preference of teasing you also transfers into the bedroom, but they always leave you more than satisfied, so you can't really complain about it at all

[south-of-heaven]

Can you write poly! The Judgement Day with a s/o who has ADHD?

Navigating || The Judgement Day x Reader

Summary: No one has ever said dealing with ADHd would be easy, but with four amazing partners by your side it becomes a little bit easier.

A/N: Like I've said before, I don't have ADHD and I really don't know a lot about dealing with it at all. If there's anything vastly incorrect please let me know so I ca change it.

Navigating life with ADHD has always presented its challenges, but having Rhea, Dom, Finn, and Damian by your side has made it a little bit easier.

Mornings are often a whirlwind of activity, and today is no different. You're darting around the kitchen, trying to make breakfast, but your mind is bouncing between a dozen different thoughts. Rhea catches your eye and gives you a knowing smile.

"Hey, take a breath," she says, walking over to you and placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We've got this."

Her calming presence helps ground you, and together, you manage to put together a delicious breakfast spread. As you all sit down to eat, Dom gives you an encouraging nod, his support unspoken but deeply felt.

Throughout the day, you find yourself shifting between tasks, sometimes struggling to maintain focus. But whenever you start to feel overwhelmed, Finn is there with his gentle reminders and positive affirmations. His understanding and patience give you the boost you need to keep going.

Later in the afternoon, you're all hanging out in the living room, and the topic of organization comes up. Damian shares some of his own strategies for staying on track, and you can't help but feel grateful for his insight. He understands the challenges firsthand and offers practical solutions that resonate with you.

As the day comes to an end, you gather in your cozy space, enjoying each other's company. The support and love that radiate from this group are palpable. Rhea leans in, her fingers intertwining with yours.

"You're never alone in this," she says softly, her eyes meeting yours with unwavering assurance.

Dom nods in agreement, his smile warm and reassuring. "We're a team, remember? We've got your back."

Finn adds his voice to the chorus, his words a soothing balm for your worries. "You're strong, and we're here to help you through anything."

Damian's gaze is filled with understanding as he speaks up. "We know life isn't always easy, but we're in this together."

Tears of gratitude well up in your eyes as you take in the unwavering support of your partners. The challenges of ADHD may never fully disappear, but having these amazing individuals by your side makes every step of the journey worthwhile.

In their presence, you find the strength to embrace each day, knowing that you're not defined by your struggles, but by the love and connection you share with Rhea, Dom, Finn, and Damian. And as you settle in for the night, you're reminded once again that with them, you're never facing anything alone.

[fallin4fiction]

Struck By Love Gen 5: Pining and Overthinking

At work I tried to keep my head down. I went with the flow, didn’t try to short the market , and even took on some extra training to try and improve my work performance. Anything to keep from remembering that dream or running into Rosalina

But of course I would quite literally run into her.

Nav: I’m so sorry—

Rosalina: Ugh, my new outfit! You might not know this because you wear the same Kdrama coat almost everyday, but this is Joliebean! Very high poly.

And in my dreams you were wearing Sentate….focus Daw!

Nav:Sorry. I could—

Rosalina: I don’t have time to spin into something new. I got a meeting like right now. Out of my way.

She pushed past me and I felt like such a dingus. We were doing so well at the festival. Woohoock my life!

I felt tense about the whole encounter for the rest of the day, so my solution was to call my friends for a movie night once I got home.

Nav: Thanks for coming over guys, I really needed this.

Adriel: Yeah, glad to be here, but could you also quiet down?This is the best part.

As if we haven’t watched Simder before.

I left the room for a bit and managed to find an old casual outfit in my closet. Did I really wear the same outfits almost every day? When I returned, Adriel was more susceptible to listening.

Nav:You know that coworker I told you about? We bonded a bit at the Hijinks festival and now I think I have a crush on her.

Adriel:That’s great!

Nav: No, it’s not great. I made her drop her drink at work and now she’s mad at me again.

Nav: She probably hates me again. Why am I so bad with women?

Martina: For being a genius , you’re kind of clueless. Why don’t you just buy her another drink as an apology?

Of course. The solution was simple.

[vivaladicamillo]

Okay so I don’t know why but I’m just so fixated this idea? I can imagine a female reader, being the first and only girl in the jackass crew and also being apart of wildboyz. Her, Chris, & Steve-O are all attached at the hips obviously and maybe one day after filming for Wildboyz they all go back to the hotel and clean up, have a big smoke sess and it just leads to these two tag teaming her while there all high as hell? (Which btw I feel like it’s very much a common occurrence 🤭 especially if they’re in like a poly relationship)

STEVEO/READER/CHRIS PONTIUS IMAGINE

im literally so obsessed with this idea, know that chris and steve-o were so close anyways it always makes me giggle. sorry i didnt get to do this sooner i have had a kidney stone and have been super sick bc of it, welp enjoy!! this is also my first ever like actual written out smut so sorry if its absolute shit but i have the writing skills of a idiot so….

WARNINGS: cursing, drinking, talks of drugs and alcohol, and smut

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ok so u, steve-o and chris have always been pretty close

yall all met through the first season of jackass

u were good friends with steph so she invited u to go watch her and the guys do stupid shit

and ofc u wanted to participate

so u go onto set looking around for her

instead u see two half naked men just chillin, standing around

after some first awkward glances u meet with steph and watch everything unfold

everyone was in the middle of a type of field with a huge loop that ppl were trying to ride with skate boards and bikes and shit

it was actually super cool

after a few hours of filming in the hot sun u pretty much were beat

u walk over to ur friend to tell her u think ur gonna head out for today

but little do u know the two guys from earlier are also friends with steph

so the four of yall get to talking

and u learn that the one man whos tan, in pretty good shape and is now wearing bunny ears and a flower bra is chris pontius, and the other bald man wearing a cheetah speedo is steve-o

they both invited u to join them to get ihop after the shoot

and just like that a trio was born

the three of u were always together

either just chillin, partying, or filming

u guys were never apart

u were the only one out of the three who actually had an apartment

so the two mostly (basically) lived at ur house

after the seasons of jackass ended steve-o and chris ended up doing a spin off called “wildboyz”

obviously u were still gonna be with them

u do hella cameos in wildboyz

u do all the shit that the guys are too pussy to do

swimming with alligators, sharks, bears rlly anything

also when steveo didnt wanna jump off the bridge with wings on, u def did

so lets set the scene

after doing some filming in australia, the crew and u three decide to go out on the town in melborne

just doing some bar hopping

eventually the crew gets tired and drunk and go off back to the hotel room

not the three american idiots tho

u steveo and pontius are just having a grand ol’ time drinking, goofing around and just having fun

it seems awesome

until pontius ends up fist fighting with some random guys which leads to steveo also getting involved

that gets everyone kicked out the bar

after some mumbling and complaining from the two u bring up a solution

“hey lets just go back to my room, i brought some weed we could go smoke or something..”

it was a absolute yes

who says no to weed?

the three of u go back to ur hotel room and smoke 2 whole joints together

yall were HIGHHHHH

the three of u guys were just in a cluster on the cheap ass hotel rug, giggling and cracking jokes till way into the night

the thing is, when ur high, u tend to get a little touchy

so little touches on chris’ chest while laughing here and accidently touching steveos thigh there

totally innocent touches

things start to get a little intense tho

longer eye contact from chris, steve-o trying to make u laugh more

and just like that steve-o has u in a bear hug, ur back to his chest while chris is next to u guys

after u calm urself down from having a giggle attack

u look over at chris

“have i ever told u, u have a pretty face y/n” chris says

u kinda had to stop in ur tracks a bit, only bc ur surprised

“yea, ur right chris, i also never say how good u smell dude, its like heavenly” steveo chimes in

u start to get a little nervous

yea u thought ur two friends were super hot but u werent gonna tell THEM that

“yea its probably because i actually shower, unlike u two” u giggle trying to ease the tension

“im serious y/n, ur actually gorgeous, ive just never told u like out loud in person before” chris says

ur face starts to turn bright red

“guys wha-“

“aweee chris ur making them blush” steve-o chuckles

at this point ur beat red, and a little sweaty

ur just baffled bc u know all abt the type of ppl chris and steve-o go for, you the last person u would ever think they would even come close to saying that stuff too

“hey, lets put a proposal on the table” steveo says, snaking his hand around ur waist

“its been a hell of a night, why dont we end this shit off right, chris? y/n? u down?”

“LIKE SEX?” u blurt out in ur intoxicated state causing the two guys to burst out laughing

“yes y/n, like sex” chris says

welp who knew this was gonna happen

ur two best friends wanting to fuck u??? like what?? how did this happen

i mean u were already in steveos lap, having his hand wrap around ur waist as his head rests on ur shoulder and chris on the opposite side of u playing with ur hair, curling it in between his fingers

“fuck it” u say, turning to chris

chris leans in and starts kissing u

eh well not kissing

more like very drunkly making out

steve-o starts kissing and licking on ur neck

all this is making ur face bright red

and tbh making u hella turned on

u eventually crawl out of steveos lap straddling chris

he runs his hand up ur shirt and up the small of ur back, steveo then helps chris take off ur shirt and ur bra

steveo then starts massaging ur breasts while whispering sweet nothings into ur ear

u pull away from the two

“guys i really think we shouldnt do this on the gross ass hotel room floor, the room comes with a bed for a reason” you say

the two look at eachother then look at u and nod

chris throws u over his shoulder while steveo runs ahead and plops down on the bed

chris then puts u on the bed, leaving u in ur jean shorts from ur guys night on the town

chris then unzips ur shorts and looks up at ur for permission

u nod and he starts kissing down ur stomach, taking off ur jeans and panties as he does

chris starts to eat u out while u push ur back into steve-o

u go to tangle ur fingers into chris’ hair

steveo quickly takes ur wrists into one hand

“awee come one sweetheart ur giving him all the attention” he chuckles

u turn to him, not even able to make out a word bc of how good chris is doing

who knew that he could eat pussy like THAT

u lock lips with steveo and u both moan into the the kiss

chris pulls away from u

he gets up and crawls onto the bed with u and steveo

damn good thing u got a king bed with ur room

u turn to straddle steveo, grinding against him as u do causing u both to groan

u pull away helping steve-o get his pants off

u look over at chris and hes already intensely watching u too, dick in hand

bc thats just how he rolls

u take steve-os cock out of his boxers, lick up his shaft then get on top of him

u put his tip at ur entrance and slowly sink down onto him

u both moan at the feeling

as u start to ride him, u turn to chris once again and hes slowly stroking his dick, once u really get a look at it u realize how big he is

“hm what? u like what u see sweetheart?” chris mumbles in between moans

u nod, still riding steveo, feeling urself slowly creep towards release

steveo then pulls u off him

“i feel like this isnt fair, i shouldnt have to keep ur gorgeous body all to myself, thats just selfish.” he beckons chris over

“turn around” steve-o says

u do as he says, chris now on the bed in front of you

“whats wrong darling? u look like u want something, dont be shy” chris says caressing ur cheek to make u look him in his eyes

god u couldnt get enough of his big beautiful eyes

“yes..” u say lowly

“what was that? i cant hear u?”

“yes chris, please.” u say glancing down at his dick

while this is all happening steve-o is just groping ur ass

“ohh u wanna suck me off dont u?” he rubs his thumb across ur bottom lip “ofc u can, anything for u”

u lean down to his dick, putting it in ur hand and giving it small licks here and there

as ur ass is up in the air, right in front of steveos face, he pushes himself back into u, fucking u from behind

u start to take all of chris into ur mouth, moaning as u feel steveos hand reach for ur clit

the room was just filled with moans, groans, and the sound of skin slapping, steve-o and chris just making intense eye contact the whole time

“ah fuck y/n just like that” chris mumbles as u take his whole length down ur throat, gagging

steveos thrusts start to speed up quicker and u feel like ur going to cum and minute now

u pull off chris’ dick with a pop, jerking him off in place of ur mouth

“shit, im-“

u dont get to finish ur sentence before u feel urself cum all over steveos cock

steveos fucks u through ur high, pulls out and cums on ur back

then a few minutes later chris came onto ur face

after the three of u have calmed down from ur highs, chris gets up and grabs a towel from the bathroom to clean u guys up

well mainly u

after u three all get into bed and fall asleep, u cuddling into chris’ chest and steveo spooning u from behind

“man we should do that more often” steveo says

and u guys sure did

after that night u three all kinda agreed to be a thing, u recommend a poly relationship which they didnt know much about but were completely down for

they both are in love with u (and lowkey eachother) so it was a win for everyone involved

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ok hope yall enjoyed! as u can tell i cant take smut srsly at all ive never rlly written smut before at this detail level so i just kinda went with it, hope its not too bad. im also way to lazy atm to read over this for mistakes so ima just got with it, please keep recommending stuff for me to write! its very fun!

[engagisblog]

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[iydiamartinx]

FLAMES OF STARLIGHT

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 | 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

Pairing: Poly!Azriel x OC x Lucien

❝ 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦,

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭. ❞

— 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

MANY WEEKS HAD passed since Feyre's visit, and in that time, only Cassian returned back to the estate, carrying more letters for the sisters to send to the queens.

It was Val who interacted with the Illyrian most. The pair of them got along well enough, their conversations usually brief but filled with lighthearted quick-witted banter. However, on the days that Val wasn't able to meet with the Illyrian, Nesta was left to deal with him, and it always left her in a mood after their interactions, snarling and snapping at everyone for the rest of the day.

With the looming threat of the wall collapsing and potential war, Val found herself becoming increasingly paranoid for her sisters' safety, and the urge to do something, anything grew by the day until the need practically clawed underneath her skin.

Finally, the need became too great for her to ignore, which was how Val found herself in the stables, preparing to leave. She was tacking up Destan when Nesta appeared, a scowl on her face.

"You're leaving?" She questioned, her voice flat.

"I'll be back by the end of the week," Val answered absentmindedly, tightening a strap. She was so busy with her task that she failed to notice the flash of anger that crossed Nesta's face.

"You invite the Fae into our homes, danger onto our doorstep, and now you're leaving?" She seethed.

Her words finally had Val turning to look at her, and she let out a tired sigh when she finally registered the look on Nesta's face. "We're not talking about this. Feyre needs our help."

Nesta scoffed, sneering. "Always about your darling Feyre."

Val's eyes blazed in anger. "I am keeping this family safe!" She finally snapped, the stress of trying to keep her sisters safe yet appeased boiling over. "Feyre has a chance to stop this war! Tell me, what do you think we should do? Run South? Then what? Eventually, there will be no place to run, and everything we fear will happen anyway! So tell me, Nesta, what do you propose we do instead, hm?"

She was so tired. Everything she'd done had been for her sisters, and there were times like this when the arguments became too much that she wondered if it was truly worth fighting them every step of the way and that it would be better to stop fighting and let them do as they pleased, consequences be damned.

Val's chin lifted preparing herself as she awaited Nesta's answer, but Nesta remained silent, jaw clenched tightly. More moments passed and still, Nesta didn't offer up a solution, until finally, Val let out a scoff, nodding for having her point proven.

Mounting Destan, she paused long enough to repeat, this time her tone more firm and resolute, "I'll be back by the end of the week."

Nesta didn't bother to reply. Instead, she just wordlessly moved to the side so Val could ride out.

It took three days for Val to arrive at her destination. She stayed only for a day, and on that day, she prepared a place for her sisters to stay, a ship to sail them south, and enough money for food for their journey. This was all in case there was no other option but for them to run. It wasn't much, but it would give them a chance for survival and a safe place away from the heat of the war.

True to her word Val was back by the seventh day. Only, Elain came out to greet her, and...Elain was Elain, she said a soft welcome home before wandering off to do her own thing. While Nesta opted to ignore Val, clearly still angry. Val had hoped seven days would be enough time for her sister to cool down, but clearly, it was not. Shoulders slumping, Val let out a sigh and trudged to her room, her entire body aching painfully.

She didn't even pause to take off her riding clothes, falling straight into bed. She fell almost instantly asleep the second her head hit the pillow, welcoming the blissful darkness.

Val slept the entire day and through the next, missing breakfast. She had barely slept the last week and coupled with the exhaustion from being on the road, she was too tired even to dream.

When she finally awoke, a wince escaped her lips as she got out of bed, her whole body aching even worse than before. Each step had Val biting her lip to hold back her groans, her muscles were sore, but it was her bones that caused her the most pain. They felt as if they were made of glass, ready to shatter with the slightest of missteps.

Val was nearly finished getting ready when Nesta barged into her room without even bothering to knock. Neither of them had spoken since their fight, not that there was an opportunity to with Val sleeping for the last day.

Unsurprisingly, Nesta wore a scowl, one that only deepened when her sharp eyes landed on a now-dressed Val.

"You wanted them here. Now you deal with them!" She snapped, slapping down an envelope on the wooden dresser.

Val didn't even get a chance to question her as Nesta stormed out. Another sigh slipped past Val's lips, and she finished getting ready.

Grabbing her dagger, she strapped it to her side. She'd gotten in the habit of keeping a weapon her person during her travels with Hilda. After making sure it was secure, she grabbed the envelope Nesta left behind before leaving her room.

She made her way down the stairs, where she saw that the 'them' Nesta referred to was just Azriel.

The handsome Illyrian stood at the foyer hands clasped behind his back and patiently waiting for who she assumed was herself since Nesta made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him, and Elain was nowhere in sight—probably in the gardens or at the market. The servants all had the day off, so there wasn't any worry that they would see him.

"Azriel," Val greeted, offering him a tired smile, "I would apologize for Nesta's behavior, but at this point, it's becoming a little redundant." She added with a wry smirk, knowing that his Fae hearing would have no doubt heard Nesta's words, especially since she hadn't made an effort to be quiet about it.

Azriel's lips twitched into a ghost of a smile before smoothening out. "I came to see if the Queens had written back."

Val raised the envelope slightly, "Nesta left me this. So I'll assume by her sour mood that they did."

She nodded for him to follow and led him into the kitchens. Over there, she gestured to a stool he could sit at before handing him the envelope so he could read the letter inside. As he did that, she got to work on making the pair of them some lunch.

After a whole day of sleep, her stomach was aching in a familiar hollowness that she needed to fill. Though manners had her feeling as if it would be rude to eat without at least offering him a plate as well.

The pair fell into a comfortable silence. Azriel quietly reading the letter, while Val got to work on heating up some of the leftover stew the cooks left. She also set up a small cheese platter with crackers. Once everything was heated and ready, she made her way back to the table and placed the bowls and the platter down.

She took a seat on the second stool across from him and without even hesitating she dug in. A small groan of pleasure slipped past her lips as she felt her hunger recede. Sometimes she forgot she didn't have to wait so long between meals that they actually had the funds to properly eat.

When she looked up, she saw Azriel looking at her with a look of faint amusement, his brow slightly raised, and she flushed, clearing her throat.

"What did it say?" She questioned, nodding her head at the letter in his hands.

Azriel's face sobered up, "They've agreed to meet; they'll be here tomorrow."

Val's eyes widened. The letter must have come a few days ago if that was the case. Val tamped down a wave of annoyance she felt towards Nesta, who neglected to inform her of the Queens' impending arrival the second she had returned.

"I see," Was all she could say.

"You didn't know?" Azriel asked curiously, noting the sudden stiffness in her tone.

He surprised her when he dug into his own meal. After Feyre explained that she found mortal food to taste like ash, Val hadn't expected Azriel to eat. She had only done it as a gesture to be polite. Yet, Azriel ate the food without even a wrinkle to say it bothered him.

Val shook her head, "No, Nesta hadn't had a chance to tell me. I've been...away this past week."

A black wisp circled around Azriel, and Val eyed it curiously.

"Apologies," He muttered, noticing her gaze. The shadow disappeared as he looked away.

Val shook her head. "You don't have to hide them," She said softly, "I assume they're your shadows? Feyre mentioned them to me in passing."

Azriel looked back to her, but Val went back to eating—not wanting him to feel uncomfortable or obligated to show or not to show them to her. When Val finally looked up from her clean bowl, she saw his shadows languidly swirling around him. She made sure not to stare as she collected their bowls and made her way to the sink.

"Would you like anything to drink? Water? Tea?" She questioned.

Azriel dipped his head, "Water would be fine, thank you."

"Such manners," She smiled teasingly, "The other one could learn something from you."

Azriel lets out a small snort, his lips twitching up at her referral to Cassian. He began to relax as he realized Val didn't mind the shadows around him. Most would eye them with fear or wariness, but Val continued to treat him as she always had.

"I've tried for centuries, but I'm becoming convinced that it's hopeless."

Val paused. "Centuries?" She blurted out before her cheeks reddened, "Forgive me, I did not expect you all to be so...old," Her eyes trailed over his muscular physique appreciatively, "You certainly don't look like it."

At her compliment, Azriel unconsciously straightened up more. He didn't know why since it was only his second time meeting the eldest Archeron sister, but something inside of him found that he liked the fact that Val found him attractive. This was the second time she had implied it.

Val made her way back to the table and held out the glass of water for him. One of Azriel's shadows darted out and playfully danced around Val's wrist. Azriel went to apologize, fully expecting her to recoil in fear, but instead, she just giggled.

"Playful aren't they," She smiled, more giggles escaping her as more shadows began to dance around her.

Azriel didn't respond because he truly didn't know what to say. His shadows had never behaved this way before. He had to chug his water to avoid answering, and when he finished with that, he stood up to put it away. Val tried to grab it from him, but he gently waved her away. In that slight time, he managed to rein his shadows back before looking back at Val.

"I should go and inform Rhys of the new developments," He said, opting to change the subject entirely.

Val just nodded and merely smiled, "I'll walk you out."

She wasn't asking, and she didn't give Azriel much of a choice to refuse— not that he was exactly complaining about her company either. In fact, he looked forward to spending a few more minutes with her.

The pair walked in a comfortable silence, but Azriel could sense that Val wanted to ask him something, yet he didn't push.

"How is my sister?" Val questioned, finally breaking the silence.

Azriel side-eyed her, but there was nothing on Val's face to tell him that her question was more than just her caring about Feyre. "Busy, she and Rhys have recently returned from the summer court with the first book."

Val hummed in acknowledgment. "And is your High Lord treating her right?" She asked.

Azriel tensed, "He would never hurt Feyre."

Val nodded in agreement. Rhysand couldn't take his eyes off her sister during the dinner they had, and she didn't miss the way his eyes flashed in anger whenever Nesta made a scathing remark at Feyre. She also didn't forget the protective way he seemed to hover over Feyre without being stifling. Not to mention he had all but confirmed his feelings the night they talked.

"No...I don't think he would," She assented, "However, Feyre is my sister and her safety and happiness means everything to me, so please understand that I must ask, especially after what the other one did."

They had made it outside by the time she finished speaking, and Azriel paused before moving, so he could stand in front of her.

Val had to crane her neck up to look at him. She was by no means short, yet Azriel towered over her by more than a head.

"If Rhysand ever hurts Feyre, I will deal with my High Lord myself, and I will personally bring Feyre back here to you." He vowed.

Val tilted her head curiously, more than surprised at his promise. "Why would you do that?"

"Because Feyre is my friend," He responded simply.

Without even thinking, Val grabbed Azriel's hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Thank you," She whispered, her silvery blue eyes looking up at him earnestly.

Azriel tensed. He wasn't used to anyone touching his hands, specifically the scars covering them. He waited for the repulsion, but it never came. She didn't flinch away in disgust, and she didn't even ask. He wasn't sure if it was because she merely didn't notice, or she simply didn't mind.

He brought his gaze up away from their joint hands to look at her and when his eyes connected with hers, he stilled. His whole body locked as he looked at her with wide eyes. Hoarse, ancient whispers began to sing. The shadows sang the words only he could hear, mate, mate, mate. She was his mate.

Val furrowed her eyebrows as she noted the sudden tension, her mouth opened no doubt to ask what was wrong, but before she could, Azriel somehow found the will to speak.

He had to force the words out of his mouth while taking steps back away from her because if he didn't, he didn't think he would be able to leave her. "I have to go."

With a flap of his wings, he shot to the skies without so much as a proper goodbye.

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Poly IWTV AU Vanilla and Xavier x reader/Y/N: New Addition

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"Ah, you're awake, darling! Wonderful!"

The chipper voice that undoubtedly came from a woman had graced your left ear. It took you only a second to recognize the voice as that of the woman who had found and brought you to what you suspected was her home. Anything after that was a blur. Your eyes first scanned your surroundings before finding themselves drawn to the woman. Everything you looked at seemed sharper, and more enhanced somehow.

"Poor thing. You must still be thirsty. Do not worry, for I have just the thing."

Having said this, the snow-haired woman rose from her chair beside the bed to pull a small rope hanging by the door to the room. You heard the slight ringing of a bell. Not long after, a young woman cracked the door open and poked her head in.

"Yes, Miss Vanilla? How may I assist you?" The white-haired woman, whose name was apparently Vanilla, escorted the other young woman into your shared room before shutting the door. Vanilla then laid the woman out on the bed you were in, her hand clasping the other woman's above her head. She leant down, but instead of kissing the woman like you thought she would, she buried her face in the other's neck.

A gasp sounded out, then silence shortly after. When Vanilla withdrew, you saw that red stained her mouth. She beckoned you forward with her other hand. Reluctantly, you crawled towards the splayed out woman and stayed there. Vanilla drew your attention to the puncture wounds that were now on the woman's neck.

"Drink from here, darling."

Drink? What did she mean by that? She clearly wasn't human. No human nor sane person would do this. She didn't really expect you to do what she just did, did she?

Vanilla must have seen your expression, along with your hesitance because she gently guided your head down towards the woman's bleeding neck. The scent of iron made your throat flare in response. Wanting to quell the burning inside of you, you latched your mouth onto Vanilla's victim. Your eyes widened as you felt your extended and sharpened canines sink into flesh. However, you were soon distracted by the taste and soothing sensation of the victim's blood.

Vanilla let you greedily feed on the woman until she had to gently pry you away.

"That's enough, darling. You must stop before their heart stops, or they'll take you down with them. Now that we've both had our fill, come. There is someone whom I'd love for you to meet!"

She had taken one of your hands in her own and led you out of the room that your victim was still in. You found yourself admiring every little detail of each room she led you through. Vanilla stopped in what appeared to be a library, but did not let go of your hand.

"Xavie, I have someone for you to meet~!"

The male in question looked up from his book, his blue eyes widening at the sight of you standing beside Vanilla. Based on the fact that the snow-haired woman knew him and his attire, you came to the conclusion that this "Xavie" individual was the same as Vanilla and yourself. You watched as he slowly bookmarked the page he was reading, set the book aside, and stood from the chair he was in to his full height. "Xavie" was tall and lean. He wore glasses that were partially covered by his silver hair.

Why he needed glasses was beyond you. He did look cute with them, though. "Xavie" moved forward until he was standing in front of Vanilla. She smiled at him.

"Xavie, meet Y/N! Darling, meet Xavier, or Xavie as I like to call him! Now you and I won't be so lonely anymore right, Xavie?"

He looked at her. "Is that why you did this?," he mumbled.

"Of course! I did it for us! You know that I hate to see you sad. I didn't want to see you mope for all of our eternity together, so this was the best solution that I could come up with. At least now we both have someone we can cherish together."

She made you like her because she and her companion were lonely? That's actually really sweet of her to do. If all they wanted was some romantic company, maybe you could ablige. You squeezed Vanilla's hand, causing her to look at you and smile.

"Well..if both of you are okay with it, then I guess it couldn't hurt," Xavier said. As thanks, you took his hand and kissed it. His reaction was adorable.

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Lover's Holiday, Pt. 3

Welcome to Part 3

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. MC kinda grouchy 😅 But lots of fluff. Not too much to warn for. Reader is called "good girl"

Themes: Romance, DiavoloxMC, LuciferxMC

Characters: MC="you", Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, all brothers mentioned or implied.

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Things didn't slow down for you, nor would they. Though you weren't expected to learn all of your future royal duties in a month, you didn't exactly want to learn everything in a rush, so you worked very hard on your royal studies, on top of RAD and learning to wield your demon magic. Your lesser known-about endeavor of figuring out Devildom law was still fruitless, but that didn't stop you from reading and researching.

A few months had gone by since you started this journey of learning everything you could, which had started only a couple weeks after the incident with the witch Sybil, and it wore on you. However, there seemed to be unrest between all of your favorite demons and how you allotted your time with them. Oftentimes, you missed dinners and outings with both the royals and the brothers in favor of studying, tutoring, or working.

Today, you were in a foul mood. When you dropped by to take your breakfast to go at the House, you were chewed out by four out of seven brothers because they missed you, and then Barbatos reminded you at lunch that you still hadn't finished one of the lessons you had to do this week for finances. On top of having an alchemy project due. And hell knew what else you were forgetting.

"Why are we here?" Belphie asked begrudgingly. Everyone was sitting around in the Student Council room at RAD after classes were done, including Diavolo and Barbatos.

"MC wanted to have a meeting with all of us, and this was the most convenient place for everyone to meet," Lucifer replied sharply. He wasn't privy to the topic of the meeting, so he was rather anxious as to what it is you wanted to see everyone about.

Finally, just before the meeting time, you strolled in to find everyone in their seats, waiting for you. With no further introduction needed, you stood in the middle of the floor, looking at everyone.

"It has come to my attention that there has been some upset about how I'm dividing my time with you all," you stated calmly, though, there was a glint in your eyes that indicated this was not to be a happy time for anyone else. There was an aura about you that said, "Don't fuck with me."

You continued, "While I'm happy that each of you desires time with me, you all must understand I'm incredibly busy." They all flinched at your last word as midnight blue vapors appeared behind you. "So, I've come up with a solution," you stated. Lucifer and Diavolo exchanged glances, sensing your more dominant and demonic side coming out, and while it was rather enticing in one regard, they were unsure of what it meant for them.

"I plan to have dinner at the castle three times a week and at the House three times a week, alternating days so that everyone gets time with me, and I so I have one day to myself if I would like to get work done. Lunches are fair game to anyone who asks me, but if that becomes a problem, then I'll set up a schedule for that, too. If anyone has objections to this, I'll happily send you over to the complaint department, also known as Cerberus," you explained, your fangs starting to show now.

Everyone shivered, except Lucifer, who just stared at you.

"If no one has any further comments, that will be all. Thank you for coming," you said, walking back out of the room, vapors trailing your footsteps as you walked.

There was complete silence when you left, and for some reason, even if you didn't exactly lecture them, everyone felt a little bit scolded by you. Lucifer immediately looked at Diavolo and tilted his head toward the offices. The two went into Diavolo's office and sat.

"Is there something I should know?" Lucifer asked.

"I would ask you the same, because I don't know," Diavolo replied.

Barbatos came walking in, "If I may?" he asked the two.

Diavolo nodded, and Barbatos continued. "I believe MC may be stressed about all of her studies. When I met with her yesterday for tutoring, she had made substantial progress, but... she didn't seem terribly cheerful like she normally is, and we weren't even looking at finances. Today, when I reminded her about a lesson she needed to complete, she seemed rather... irritable."

Lucifer frowned and Diavolo grimaced. "I was afraid of that happening," Diavolo said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"She needs a break," Lucifer stated.

"Indeed, but are you going to be the one to tell her that?" Diavolo asked, knowing you would decline and keep working. Also, he wasn't a fan of trying to confront you when you let your demonic nature come out. No, he wasn't afraid of you, but he certainly wasn't interested in being on his lover's shitlist.

Lucifer gave a knowing smile, "I could, actually. She's done it with me enough times." He then stood, his smile turning to an awful smirk. "Let me handle the Avatar of Vainglory," he stated wickedly.

Diavolo gave Lucifer an eyebrow raise, "Do let me know if you survive, I should like to hope you know what you're doing, but it's not often MC is so irate with any of us."

Barbatos smiled knowingly, "Indeed. Lucifer, best of luck to you."

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When Lucifer arrived at the House, he immediately went to your room, finding you at the table with six different books in front of you. It was silent in the room, but there was an air of stress around you, one that saddened him slightly.

"My, I didn't know you could study finances, law, potions, hexes, communication, and alchemy all at once, my love," Lucifer said snarkily.

You bristled but made no move to reply. Lucifer saw that you were in no joking mood still, so he changed tactics: appealing to your sin.

"It certainly is an accomplishment, what you're doing, darling," he then said, softening. Your shoulders slumped, so he knew you were still listening. "In fact, it's admirable. When I came to the Devildom, we didn't have most of what we have now, but certainly, I've had my share of learning new things. But I also never had to learn to be a demon, harness my magic, and become a royal all at once in the span of a few months either, even with you being so young, I've had a couple millennia to figure it out."

You finally put the pen down, and looked at your partner, who was now kneeling beside you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

"And for all that, I'm very proud of you," he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. Finally, you slid out of your chair to hug Lucifer, wrapping your arms around his neck. His face was buried in your collarbone, inhaling your sweet scent, and he rubbed small circles on your back.

After a minute of this, he pulled his face away to look at you. "I'd like to propose a break– a vacation, for you," Lucifer stated.

Your gaze shifted away, but he took your chin in his thumb and index finger, guiding you back to him. "I know you think you need to keep working; however, everything will still be here when you get back. So, how about it dove? Why don't you and I go on vacation somewhere for a few days?"

Your body language, ever obvious to Lucifer, gave away your next thought as you looked down to where your left hand was. "I think it would be wise if Diavolo stayed, so that you're not tempted to think about your royal studies. He wants you to take a break too," Lucifer answered your silent question.

Studying his crimson eyes, you searched for any reason to say no, and found none. "Okay," you whispered. Lucifer smiled and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Good girl. Now, how about I plan it all out for us? Leave it to me, and you just make sure you're ready," Lucifer murmured, pulling you close to him again.

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Two days later, you were telling everyone your goodbyes.

"Ugh, no fair! Lucifer is getting MC all to himself for three days?!" Asmo whined, hugging you tightly.

"Try to relax and have fun, you need it," Satan said, pulling you into his embrace next. He then whispered in your ear, "Also, I'm not sure how you'll manage it with my brother, but I will certainly enjoy the break without him."

You chuckled as you pulled away, and Lucifer narrowed his eyes as the fourth-born, assuming he said something rude.

"Get some rest," Belphie said with a lazy smile.

"Eat good food," Beel said and hugged you with a pouty look on his face.

Levi and Mammon were the ones closest to the door, staring at the floor.

"You know I'm coming back, right?" you asked, and then added, "I'm not dying either." The air was sucked out of the room when you said that, and you sighed.

Taking control, you walked up to the two and pulled them into a threeway hug. "Behave. I'll miss you both," you muttered in between their heads.

When you pulled back, they were both blushing. The front door of the house suddenly opened, and Diavolo and Barbatos walked in, smiling at you.

"We came to wish you farewell on your vacation," Barbatos said with a slight bow of his head.

You hugged the butler tightly and whispered, "Take care of my prince," just for his ear.

He whispered back, "Always. Take care of yourself, mistress."

Then you looked at Diavolo, and it was rather hard for you to say goodbye. Normally, he was the one leaving and you stayed behind. Seeing as they were all being extra wheels in this moment, the rest of the brothers went and found something else to do, or look at.

Diavolo pulled you into his embrace, and it felt tighter than normal, almost needy as well. Pulling back only slightly so he could guide your face to look at him, Diavolo looked you over. His gaze gave way to the bittersweet and longing thoughts behind it.

"Try to have fun. I'll be here when you return, and then you'll come stay with me for a little bit," he murmured. You nodded, and he placed a rather passionate kiss on your lips. "I love you, my princess, get some rest," he whispered against your lips.

"I love you, my prince," you whispered back. It was hard to let go, and you almost didn't if he hadn't done so first.

Lucifer quietly walked over and took your hand, "Alright you two, it's time for us to go," he said with a small smile. You nodded, and both of you grabbed your suitcases, still hand-in-hand as you both walked out the door of the House of Lamentation. You weren't told where you were going, but you knew it was for the best, so you could actually relax.

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