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mellowumbra · 1 year

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~Beautiful edges~

An alpha!Abbywerewolf! x afab!omega!reader

SMUT SMIT SMUT MDNI

will have smut, like prolly gon be nasty need holy water smut. plot! slowish burn. alpha, only female alpha you've ever met. Smut is not under the cut but will be expressed!

⚠️ warnings: porn with plot!! dom!sub dynamic, breeding(r!receiving), vulgar words, VULGARITY, descriptions of genitalia, breeding kink, werewolfheat/rut! overstimulation (r!receiving) power and strength kink

Shummary: meeting an alpha was easy. Trying not to fall in love with one? Harder than it looks.

Here is to ALL YALL freaky sob's that just want to see Abby as a werewolf,,,, I love y'all so much

Also I'm SO SORRY THIS TOOK MY MONTHS FORGIVE ME

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Relocating to the WLF had taken some time to feel somewhat normal and you owed your life to them. You were accepted as one of them, when you were first alone and near death. Omega's in the wilderness alone was a death sentence, but you managed to make your life here wonderfully enjoyable. As close as normal got, it all flew straight out the window when you met Abby Anderson.

Was it strange to meet a female alpha with unbridled power, skill, and rage? Absolutely. Did she scare the ever loving shit out of you? Absolutely. But that didn't stop you from perking your ears to listen every time her name was mentioned.

Abby was a force of nature, she commanded respect without needing to utter a single word. Six feet of muscle and piercing blue eyes that glowed gold and opulent when her wolf appeared. Everyone in the WLF knew about Abby, and were either terrified, infatuated, or a little bit of both. She worked for Isaac, as she was trained and worked like a dog in combat. She led the most dangerous of patrols under Isaac, the man who allowed the WLF to keep you safe, who sent her out to do his worst work.

Being an unmated alpha made it even more..interesting...

As soon as her name entered your airspace, words passed around about the alpha's skills during her rut. You could not stop the onslaught of other companions dishing tidbits during these conversations. Hell you couldn't go anywhere in the past two weeks and not hear about Abby Anderson, the most "skilled" alpha in the entire WLF. You were even more curious to why a female inherited an alpha title. You wondered why you hadn't heard her name sooner, and you soon figured out why. Abby had been in a relationship, and a serious one at that. But, that was over, from what the other omegas in your rounds gossiped about. You were surprised to hear that Abby had been dating a male, a one of almost equal rank as her. Her most recent "pursuits" were women.

You rolled your eyes at Arya's gossip and finished suturing a deep abdomen wound from your most recent patient. The man smiled at you, thanking you for the dressings and ointment. "Hey y/n," Arya says, your other medical assistant and friend catches your attention.

"Yeah? Whatcha need," you ask, wiping down your med tray and discarding a dirty needle.

Arya then asks you if you need to stay longer or if you need to head out. You reply no, you've got nowhere to be. Arya quickly discards her medical garb and ducks out, the sun already set. You sigh and work on seeing if anyone other WLF member needs to be attended to.

Something overpowering and strange enters your sense just after. It makes you stop, startled by the sudden thick air. A strong scent, almost hypnotizing. Abby Anderson is sitting on the bed across from you, blue eyes fixed on your figure. You start, now taken aback at how she appeared almost soundlessly.

"Jesus Anderson you scared the shit out of me," you swore, walking over to inspect a large shoulder wound running from her shoulder to mid bicep. Her muscles glisten with sweat, a now failing stitch job visible against her skin. Her honey hair in a signature loose braid, freckles dotting her neck and shoulders, clad in a gray tank top that exposes her skin to the blistering sun. "Sorry, is' just a habit," she breathes, "I didn't mean to startle you."

Her smile is dizzying but wanton, skin too white. She's in pain.

"It's alright, what are we looking at huh? A mighty alpha needing some help?" You tease, lifting her arm to assess her shitty patch job. Abby hissing at the pain or the figurative jab, you weren't sure.

You smile quietly, adding in a few words of "Alright gimme a second, I can fix you up."

"Thank you y/n, if I tell Manny that his stitch job was shit he'd take it personally," she chuckles dryly to avoid the grimace of you cleaning her wound with alcohol.

The stench almost clears your nostrils of her overpowering scent, almost. With a steady hand, you begin to swiftly move a needle through her flesh. The skin gave way easy to the needle, signalling she must've avoided coming here for a few hours, at least.

"You avoided coming in here, at least since before dinner," you say brazenly.

Abby puffs a quick breath through her nose, unhappy with the answer you've settled on.

"Maybe I did."

You can feel her eyes on you, this whole time. She follows the movements of your fingers, you can hear her nose purposefully inhale quickly at least once, and your cheeks heat at the sudden interest she's taken in you. Her scent is making your mind do flips, alphaalphaalphaalpha repeating in your head by your unhelpful wolf. Your hands almost shaky by the end, Abby rolls her shoulder with the new bandage applied.

"Keep that one for at least the next 2 days, or until you've noticed its leaked through your bandage. Keep it as dry and clean as possible," you instruct.

Abby just flashes you a blinding smile. "You do a good job, I feel better already. Thanks doll," she flashes a wink at you, smirk in her eyes.

That wink makes your ears turn red, palms suddenly sweaty. You roll your eyes to act nonchalant, placing a narcotic in her hand.

"Take these no less than 12 hours apart with food, and I mean it Anderson, with food," you say, fingers brushing one another's as you close her fingers around the pills. A resounding shock zaps through your fingers as fast as lightning, snapping her head up at you. Her eyes flash red just as fast, replaced by their usual blue.

Your eyes are wide, hand zinging from some unseen energy. Abby thanks you silently with a nod, hands stuffed in her pockets, and rushes off.

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Ever since that day in the infirmary, Abby is never out of your sight. During inventory rounds with your other med students, led my Abby's surgeon father, Dr. Anderson. She's always just looming. Your friends start to ask questions when the blonde walks into the infirmary one day, looking as healthy as ever.

You stare curiously as catch her eye, when she throws another wink at you. All your other friends blush and try to look busy.

"You don't look in pain Anderson?" You question, raising an eyebrow.

"No," she chuckles, "but I do want to ask if you had any extra isopropyl alcohol on you? One of my buddies managed to get blood all over a cell, and we need a cleanup," she says, so casually.

You start, but manage to stutter out a response.

"Um y-yeah we have some but it's not here yet, I can bring it to you in an hour or so?" You question, to which she just nods and winks at you.

"Find me in the FOB on the first floor sugar!" She calls out, leaving you a blushing mess.

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Some time later, alcohol in hand, you make your way to the FOB, when a sharp pain in your abdomen makes you lean against a wall in a back hallway. You shake your head, trying to clear your head as your wolf has taken over, screaming for help. Panic ensues. You know any willing male werewolf will hear you, and you sink into a corner.

Someone rounds the corner, and you can't see who it is as your vision is blurry with tears. You turn your head away to ease the embarrassment. The same overpowering scent you remember from two weeks ago invades your mind, and your wolf goes nuts. It's Abby, and she knows exactly what's happening.

SMUT I REPEAT SMUT

"I'm so sorry please don't come closer pleaseAbby," you beg through near tears, your heat blinding and painful. Quick breaths through your nose accompanied with full body shakes makes Abby growl lowly. She knew you needed to be claimed, the pain unbearable for her future mate to endure. A rumble in her throat makes you tilt your head towards the ceiling, breaths coming in faster. That growl is pure power, pure dominance. The fear in your heart of her power comes through your eyes and Abby realizes your fear, and it hurts. Your intoxicating scent fills her nose like a fog, your fight against a need to be taken care of slowly failing. Your heat and scent flies down to Abby's pelvis, unable to stop the whirlwind of arousal she feels.

"Hey, hey look at me," she commands, power still in her voice. She's knelt to your eye level. Don't be sorry baby. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise y/n, I promise. Please, let me take you somewhere safer," Abby begs. Alphas don't beg, they command. Her beg, plea has you staring in her eyes, desperate to believe her.

You pant, fear still swirling in your eyes. Abby just offers her hands, warm and calloused. After not saying anything, she slowly lifts you into her arms. Eyes lidded, mouth slightly parted, your heat addled brain screams at the feeling of power and protection. You can't help but inhale deeply at her scent, your core aching for more. Abby slips you into her room.

"Y/n, please," Abby begs. "I want to help you." Her eyes are a tinge of gold, showing her alpha side. She puts her forehead gently to yours. "I know you have feelings for me," she breathes. "But I won't do a thing unless you say it's okay."

Tears streaming down your cheeks, your eyes widen in surprise. You're lucid for just a second. "Oh god Abby, I-I don't know what to say," you groan, embarrassed. Your heat is blinding, a near total body and mind need to just be taken care of.

"I won't do anything you don't want baby," she cooes, her pet name undoing your resolve.

You take a deep breath and swallow, knowing that all you've wanted is for Abby to make you hers. And only hers.

"I want to be yours. I want to be only yours," you admit, cheeks darkening. "Please tell me you feel this as strongly as I do," you rush out, fully vulnerable.

Abby's turn to be wide eyed is short lived before she lands her lips on yours, desperate and hungry. "I want nothing more then to make you my mate. I- want- nothing more -than to fuck you into -this bed- for hours," she groans as you moan into her mouth. Her lips are warm, your arms reaching out to tangle in her blond hair. Your heat is begging, burning like a fire under your skin. You whine pitifully, Abby now fully aware of your need.

"I know darling, I know," she whispers. Abby lays you down on her bed, kissing you with a new ferocity that made you tug at her clothes. Feeling her strong abs run over your now bare chest made you bite her lip, a low growl coming from Abby's throat. Her mouth kisses down your neck and reaches the softness of your chest. With lips and tongue, she sucks your nipple between her teeth, licking it as it grows in need. Moaning at this was music to your alpha's ears. Your breasts are damp with spit and raised pink nipples fall in her mouth as she attends to one after the other.

She pulls your pants off, letting your heat racked body shiver at the sudden coolness. Her eyes flash a deep gold now, looking you over, a wanting moan leaving her lips.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to see you like this, how long I've been wanting to do this with you," she groans, the obvious bulge in her cargo pants making your mouth water and brain go fuzzy at her words. Her hands sink into your skin, pulling the flesh as she drags her hands down your stomach and over your thighs. Your cunt is wet, glazed over with slick and need. Pink lips swollen at the want of satiation. She kisses you, hand reaching down to palm you, gathering your wetness along her fingers. Your pants have turned into whimpers, into breathy moans.

"You're so wet for me, my precious mate," she cooes, dominance leaking through her words. "I wonder how wet you'll be when I sink my cock into your wanting pussy," you moan at her words, pulling off her pants. A small gasp leaves your lips as her member springs out of her boxers.

"That is a dick of an alpha for sure," you breathe out, hearing Abby chuckle darkly at your surprise. Its shaft covered in small veins, her pink head leaking precum at the sight of your naked body. Abby leans forward on her elbows, soaking up more of your slick on her cockhead, her kisses to your lips bruising. Your scent is making her drunk, the end goal of this mating lost. Ignoring her own desperation, Abby sinks below your waist and licks a long slow strip up your center, capturing your clit in her mouth to softly suck.

"I'm not fucking you stupid until your come all over my face, my pretty mate" Abby groans.

Her name leaves your lips in a yelp, unfettered moans follow. Her tongue is masterful, her lips covered in your shiny arousal. Up and down she moves her tongue, taking time to let herself tongue fuck you, dipping into your wetness. Latching onto your clit, she sucks soft pressure and swirls her tongue. With nothing to grab onto, you resign to tugging at your alpha's long blonde locks, legs high above your head, resting on her shoulders. The muscles in her back flex and stretch as she fucks you.

"Abby, o-o-oh fuck Abby baby pleaseplease alpha please," you moan and moan, dragging your hands through her hair.

At the mention of her title, Abby growls and picks up her pace. You feel the band in your belly tighten and snap within seconds as your orgasm washes over you in a blissful wave. Your toes curl and back arches off the bed, head thrown back in a long and loud moan. Abby continues to fuck your aching cunt into overstimulation, your legs shaking and breath uneven.

"Baby, baby I can't-can't take it anymore," you whine and moan. Abby doesn't stop but unlatches herself and slaps your pussy lightly with her palm.

"You're going to take what i give you angel, and you're gonna say thank you alpha," she hums and holds your jaw with her hand. "Okay baby?" She asks.

"Yes baby," you say softly, lips puffy as Abby captures them in a deep kiss.

"Thank you alpha," you admit shyly, peeking at her reaction through your lashes. Her breathing is ragged, hair undone and messy. Her eyes are a fierce gold, desire evident.

It didn't even take a minute before she slowly sinks herself into you, squelching sounds accompanied. Snapping up her head to you, she examines your features for any sign of pain. Your eyes are half open, lips parted in an O.

"Are you hurt?" She questions, stilling inside. You slowly shake your head, gripping her shoulders and wrapping your legs around her waist. With that, Abby slowly moves through your now sopping cunt. Her breath is short, focusing on not coming too early. You wrap around her like a vice.

"Fuck-fuck fuck baby you're so wet, so tight so warm you're so perfectfuck you are soperfect," Abby moans.

You moan at her praise, tangling your fingers in her hair, reveling in the closeness of your skin. Held up by her strong arms, the muscles in her biceps flex by your head.

"Hold on tight princes," Abby whispers into your ear, nipping at the skin.

Her thrusts start slow and languid, drawing out loud moans at each bury inside you. Your moans only get louder as her Hips snap back into yours at a near brutal pace, relishing in the wet sound of skin on skin. Abby examines your fucked out state of bouncing breasts, loud breathy moans and profanity.

"Fuck Abby fuck ABBY fuckfuckfuck my alpha fuck my alpha," you moan out, whining at the feeling of her cock stretching your walls to a beautiful feeling.

"Markmemarkmeplease baby breed me please baby please," you whine out, surprising Abby at your vulgar confession.

"Yeah baby? Fuck you'resofuckingwet, you take my cock so good baby you want my pups baby? Want me to breed you like a good puppy?" Abby moans, as the slap of wet skin fills the room.

"I bet you'd like me to breed you, huh baby?" Your fucked out smile gives her the answer she needs. "Yes abby please baby breed me please don't stop," you whine.

"Dirty girl, I knew you'd like that," Abby seethes as she bites your neck, sweat on her brow.

"You wanna be all round and fuckin full for me?"

"please Abby please baby yes yes yes!" you exhale a loud moan from your chest, as she leans forward to kiss you hungrily.

In a fast motion, she flips you on your belly, arching your back and pressing your cheek into the soft mattress. Your ass on display as she spreads you to see the slick drip down your thighs. You shake your ass slowly, all shame gone, wanting to be bred like a bitch in heat.

Her hands find your hips again, fucking into your cunt immediately like the world was ending. Muffled moans and screams come from your lips, Abby moaning at your soaking pussy sucking her in and milking her cock for all it was worth. Listening to your moans go up in pitch and your cunt get tighter and tighter told Abby you were so close to coming.

"You'gon come for me baby? Come all over my cock baby, c'mon you can do it. Cream all over my cock my good puppy," she rushes out, hands pulling you back to bounce on her dick.

"Fuck-ff-fuckfuck Abby I'm gon come 'my god I'm gonna come," your legs shake and let your orgasm push Abby into hers. Abby grabs your stretched out hand and squeezes it, to ground you. White hot pleasure consumes you and the heartbeat between your legs races.

You yell her name and moan a loud FUCK, drool sticking to the side of your cheek.

But abby wasn't done yet, your pleasure just comes first.

Abby's groans grow higher and higher, as your pussy pulses around her. As she feels you completely tighten around her, Abby's orgasm explodes. She feels her cock swell and a euphoric feeling washes over at the feeling of her breeding you completely full.

"Fuck baby, fuck baby ohgod," Abby moans as she collapses against your sweat drenched skin. You moan back weakly, shivering at her slow kisses up your back.

"You're so beautiful baby, gonna be so beautiful for me," Abby whispers, pulling out slowly to your disappointment.

"Fuck princess look at you," the alpha groaned, skilled fingers pulling your puffy pink lips apart to watch her cum drip out of your overstimulated pussy. You whine again, sensitive to her touch.

She coos, kissing the swell of your ass cheek.

"Come here princess let me hold you," Abby coaxes, slowing moving your body to lay between her legs. She softly kneads your back as you lay, breathing in her scent. Soft kisses to your forehead manage to lull you into a dreamlike state.

"Rest my precious mate, I've got you baby," Abby breathes, wrapping her strong arms around your figure.

Maybe falling in love with an alpha isn't hard after all.

#the last of us #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #mel's musings #abby anderson #abby anderson x female reader #tlou abby #abby x reader #abbyasawerewolf #this woman #makes me question my life #I want a werewolf girlfriend

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suzukiblu · 11 months

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I wish I had money right now I would totally send you some for 'feral omega murder nanny Jason in the league' we haven't seen any of that yet and I really want to

Tbh friend I just appreciate the interest, so here, have what I've got for it so far, haha:

The bat's lost little bird (it doesn't remember what it is, but it heard someone call it that, once) can smell something sweet and sharp.

Blood and baby powder.

The bird licks its teeth. "His" teeth? Someone called it a "him", once.

It thinks.

The scent of blood and baby powder is more distracting, though.

So it follows the scent.

The bird can smell blood and baby powder, and it smells sweet. Sweet and sharp.

The bird doesn't know why, but it needs to follow that scent.

So it follows the scent.

The scent leads the bird far away from its usual roost. It isn't concerned about that. Birds . . . migrate, it thinks.

Yes. Birds migrate.

And it has to follow that scent.

The farther the bird walks (it would rather fly, but it forgets how), the sweeter the scent grows. The scent of blood isn't any fainter, but the bird doesn't mind blood.

Or rather, it's used to it.

The halls are long and dark, and the bird doesn't know where it's going, but it goes there all the same. Things smell like death and incense and claimed territory; a claim that the bird smells like too.

Everything here smells like a possession, but the bird more than most. The assassins are scented like servants, when they're scented; the bird is scented like an object. A weapon or a tool, but nothing independent of that.

Which is accurate, the bird thinks.

Though maybe it should be scented like a pet, if it's a bird.

Or maybe it's just a hunting falcon.

The bird follows the sweetness, which doesn't smell like a possession at all. It smells protected. Valued.

It smells . . .

It . . .

The bird follows the sweetness, and finds blood.

And assassins.

Four of them. One of them hisses a startled curse upon noticing the bird. Another stiffens. The other two don't react.

The bird looks around the room it's in. It's lavish and sprawling; all incense and sweetness decorated in dark greens and muted golds. Wealth and power and status cover every inch of it.

The assassins mutter to each other, then proceed to ignore the bird and resume their positions. The bird . . . keeps following the sweetness.

Something in here smells sweet.

And . . . and it shouldn't be here, the bird is vaguely aware. For some reason, the sweet thing shouldn't be here, surrounded by blood-scented assassins in this opulent room. It belongs . . . somewhere else.

The bird doesn't know how it knows that, but it knows that.

#jason todd #anonymous #rinfic #omegaverse #wip: feral omega murder-nanny

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murfpersonalblog · 4 months

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IWTV Ep3 Musings - Claudia & Louis (Spoilers)

I'm still teary & choked up while typing this. SUPER emotional episode. It's incredible how much they packed into one ep, too! But the second half of the ep was BY FAR the most emotionally impactful IMO. Jacob's acting is just WAY too good; he had me choking up something fierce.

Louis taking pictures of his food for no effing reason like all the social media girlies do; I love it.

Louis STILL tryna be Claudia's knight in vengeful black. U_U But just like before when he tried to save her from Lestat, he can't save her from Bruce or the Theatre or even his own eff-ups. DANG. 😔

YES YOU DO. If you wanna keep pestering her about trauma she doesn't want to think/speak about, then be prepared for the consequences.

AMC, you GOTTA kill Bruce on-screen for us, either in QotD during all the Burnings, or during the PL trilogy (Killer's death was GNARLY).

LOOK AT MY DAUGHTER ALMOST CRYING RIGHT THERE. God's strongest soldier, she's suffered more than Christ, JUSTICE FOR CLAUDIA. All rapists deserve the death penalty, IDGAF.

Understatement of the century.

I CACKLED at that literal DEMON TIMING. Armand was already AT the door while y'all were concocting your lies! Then he just strolls on in, uninvited! 😭

BULLSH!TE. Not that it matters, since vamps have SUPER-HEARING and can READ MINDS, you morons! Pack your bags and go back to America RIGHT NOW. 💀💀💀

Louis, beloved, bless your heart, but if you don't take your garbage attempts at lying back to NOLA and stop playing with this ANCIENT immortal dressed in all white like the effing BOSS PIMP you USED to be.....

Alpha DADDY Maitre Armand Sir, I take back every bottom Uke Omega joke I ever said about you~! 😍

Yeah, about all that.... 😬

Aaaaannnnnd THIS is where you effed up, Claudia.

And Armand heard the WHOLE THING. 😭

Look at her FACE. 😭😭😭😭

They KNEW she hated being treated as a child, and they KNEW her time was numbered cuz she lied about breaking their Great Laws, so they DELIBERATELY made the "Baby LouLou" role to humiliate her, and EXPLOITED her image to bring in extra revenue (how many BLACK actresses did they ever have in their coven/stage? ZERO); all while KNOWING they were gonna kill her and Louis ASAP.

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I hate this Theatre coven with ever fibre of my being, Maitre.

Excellent point, Louis. Cuz I noticed in Ep2 that their apartment is kind of crappy--I assumed it was cheap & low class cuz of the tenants all being college students & sex workers, and I noticed a bunch of chipped paint everywhere; on the doors & walls.

They're slumming it in a studio, sleeping in the living room, as neither has their own room & she has to use a Murphy Bed. Major step below 1132; the exact opposite of how book!Claudia & Lou lived in Parisian opulence--highlighting my point that AMC!Claudia got NOTHING out out being a vampire.

But it's also pointing out how Louis covers all the cracks--in his MIND, in the lies he tells himself, just to live with the glaring problems he desperately wants to cover up & deny.

I'm finna yeet myself out the nearest window.

This is SO bizarre, cuz in this version Lou KNOWS Lestat's not really dead! In the book Lou set him on FIRE. So ofc he'd think Les was really dead. But here it makes no sense why he's carrying all this guilt!

Armand knew Lou & Claudia LIED, sure--but he SHOULD know Lestat's still ALIVE--he's probably chained up in the Theatre basement in one of those friggin "wet room burial vaults!"

THANK YOU.

The guilt is out of control. Louis, if Les couldn't tell you loved him after ALL OF THAT, then he's a effing fool who neither understands nor deserves you. Now go chop his d**k off!

Is that what you tell yourself when DreamStat's in bed with you every night? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I haven't seen mental trauma treated so well in Horror media since Senua's Sacrifice; this is incredible. 👏

Lou, give yourself a bit more credit--you're doing the best you can! :( Even if your best is an entire travesty. U_U

NOBODY TALK TO ME!

Just when I thought she was having a breakthrough, she doubles down on thinking Lestat lied to them about Europe being terrible. 🤦

(The way Lou clutches his pearls like he's having a heart attack--STOP it, ma'am~! 👌) And YES, you should've told her that you folded and spilled the beans to Armand and that she was walking into a trap, WTF!?! 😡

Jacob, your GirlDad is showing; PLEASE have mercy on us! 😭

EMMYS. 👏 GRAMMYS. 👏 OSCARS. 👏 TONYS. 👏

#interview with the vampire #iwtv season 2 spoilers #iwtv tvc metas #louis de pointe du lac #justice for claudia #the feels #THE FEELS I TELL YOU #must see tv #the hype is real #Youtube

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lossie92 · 1 year

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When Winter Comes - Emperor Madara AU

Ever since I posted this comic last year for @wisiaden's MadaTobi June Bonanza, I've been toying with the idea of making this AU into a fic, not just a short comic.

Thanks to Wisia and @kooriicolada who have graciously lent me their ears over the last few weeks, this fic is now officially a work in progress!

Hope you enjoy a small look into the story ahead. Please let me know your thoughts - I'm very curious! 👀

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, descriptions of injury, implied/referenced abuse

Without saying anything, Madara approached the kneeling man, curious despite himself. Since the omega had his head bowed, it was impossible to see the expression on his face, but the trembling of his curled shoulders was more than enough to give Madara an idea about what the man was feeling.

In the background he could hear the crowd become lively again as it regained its ability to speak.

Madara listened to the cacophony of various complaints about the apparently cursed young man by the name Tobirama who, according to the whispers, was nothing but trouble and couldn't be trusted with anything.

A blight on the lives of the other servants.

A demon child with mud for blood.

A disgrace.

Somehow Madara highly doubted any of these claims were true.

Although he could see the evidence of Tobirama's apparent clumsiness in the form of broken dishes, spilled food, and a beaten up wooden tray lying nearby, he suspected Tobirama hadn't done it on purpose. The tray looked heavy and, considering the vitriol thrown at his head, it wasn't too hard to imagine someone actually tripping the man either.

Madara couldn't say why he was so sure of this, but there was something about this obviously scared, beaten man, which made him believe he wasn't looking at a troublemaker, but a victim instead.

"Silence!"

His voice cracked through the air like a whip and in an instant all was blissfully silent.

Perfectly aware that everyone was paying attention and probably wondering what he would do, Madara hooked his fingers under Tobirama's chin and gently lifted the man's face as he said, "Don't be afraid, Tobirama. You may look at me."

Tobirama resisted for a moment or two, clearly hesitant, before he looked up.

Madara's breath left him in a rush. In all of his life he had never seen a pair of eyes more beautiful. Their almond shape and the long lashes surrounding them were more than enough to inspire awe, but it was their colour that truly made them mesmerising.

Red.

Red like the fresh blood dripping over Madara's fingers from the cut on Tobirama's chin.

The red of the Uchiha clan mon.

These were the eyes of the sun goddess herself, Amaterasu-okami. She, who had been the patron and guardian of the Uchiha family for generations; the one Madara prayed to each morning at sunrise.

Like every Uchiha, Madara has heard the stories of how their clan came to rule over the Land of Fire. It was Amaterasu's Mandate that granted them this divine right and power.

What was lesser known was the fact that every once in a while the goddess of shining heavens would send a blessing to the earth. The red eyes were believed to signify its arrival. The Uchiha considered people born with them a sign of good luck and of prosperity, and an encounter with a blessed individual was said to herald the arrival of a particularly opulent era.

Although Madara had always been a sceptic at heart when it came to legends, believing most of not all to be nothing other than hearsay, but he couldn't quite shake off the feeling that his meeting with Tobirama wasn't a mere coincidence.

Such beautiful eyes in a face this fair…

Even the still bleeding cuts and the distraught expression couldn't distract from their appeal. Part of it was for sure Tobirama's overall beauty. The few tendrils of hair, which pulled silver when light hit them a certain way, framed his face, only further adding to the enchanting picture he made. His features, Madara noted, were well-balanced and delicate, though sharpened by his unnatural thinness, and his skin was impossibly soft under Madara's fingers, feeling almost like the richest velvet.

To put it simply, he was a vision and Madara would be a liar if he said he wasn't thoroughly charmed.

Extending a hand to help Tobirama stand up, he asked, "Are you alright?"

The omega stumbled as he stood, hissing in pain, but Madara caught him before he could fall again. He was surprisingly tall, a bit taller than Madara himself. A curiosity for sure. Not many people grew to such a height and it was certainly an impressive feat. However, there was also no denying that Tobirama's height made it even more obvious how worryingly thin he was.

His condition was a cause for concern to say the least and the way he was now leaning on Madara made it abundantly clear. There was really no point in denying that Tobirama was injured on top of being severely weakened and cold, his fingers like ice against Madara's own. It begged the question how on earth the man had been able to work up until now.

Without doubt he needed a healer and rest. Possibly food and sweet lemon water as well.

"Tobirama?"

Blinking owlishly, the man finally whispered, "I… I'm f-fine."

There was little doubt in Madara's mind that this wasn't the case, but it didn't feel right to question him further so publicly.

By all accounts he had been through enough already.

"Good," Madara said as he brought Tobirama's hands to his lips before blowing warm air on them to warm them up bit. When they felt less freezing to touch, he pressed a lingering kiss to each before placing them against his chest, right over his heart. "Now let us find you a healer, beautiful."

#here we gooo #emperor madara au #historical au #a/b/o au #mdtb #madatobi #madara #tobirama #wip #lossie writes #when winter comes verse #naruto #naruto founders #naruto fanfiction

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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Christmas As A Roamer - The Seventh Christmas

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters,

You couldn’t hold in your snort of laughter as you entered the hotel room. No scratch that, hotel suite. An actual suite! A suite that was quiet possibly bigger than your whole house growing up.

“Everything ok Miss?” the bell hop asked.

“Oh yes, thank you, just kind of feels like I’ve fallen face first into Home Alone 2.”

He smiled at you and tried to hide his laughter.

“Well, it’s not that room but it’s pretty similar. Mr Thrombey says to remind you to run up the room service, something about Hugh paying.”

You failed to answer as your attention was pulled by the huge Christmas tree in the corner.

Christmas trees were a standard feature over the festive period but they held a special significance for witches. The thick fir tree stood tall and broad in the corner, well decorated and instead of an angel or fairy on its top there was a witch on a broom that suspiciously resembled you.

“That’s a gift from Mr Thormbey, the box is in the cloakroom for you to take it with you.” the bell hop gestured towards what you guessed was the cloakroom and you nodded in response.

“Can I get you anything else Miss? A tour of the room?”

As sweet and polite as the beta bell hop was you really didn’t want his scent all over the place. Your new higher end, better quality suppressants had frazzled your senses and put you on high alert as your body got used to them.

“I’m good, thank you.” you tipped him well and you locked the door tightly behind him as he left. You pulled a vine from a jar in your bag and placed it over the lock and handle. It grew and secured the door further. Thank you Cordelia.

You wandered around the suite, taking in its, well you weren’t sure, what to call it, over the topness? That wasn’t a word. Opulence then? It was definitely fancy.

When you found the bathtub that you could probably go swimming in, you decided to drop a certain elderly alpha a text.

Thank you Harlan, quick question as I’m not bijouy like you, is this a pool or a bathtub?

Harlan loved your sarcasm and it had been a personal highlight of his over the last few months to see you go toe to toe with his various family members, especially his grandson. That along with when you thrown said grandson straight across the garden into a tree and then onwards into the fountain, which you’d blessed to help rid him of the spell that had been placed on him. The tree wasn’t necessary but he’d grabbed your ass too many times.

Working with the Thrombeys had been quite the experience. You’d managed to get a few hours in the local witchcraft store as the pack and coven running it had experienced a surge in pups post-war, which was to be expected but with everyone out of sync, the usual staggering of births was out the window. You’d entered looking for a few supplies and left with a job.

A few weeks in Harlan had arrived with his nurse asking for a witch for their annual Halloween festivities. The coven had given a firm no saying they were too busy with the store and pups, and couldn’t spare the time this year. You were surprised and a little confused. Their store was doing well, why did they usually work for this random rich man, especially as a token witch at Halloween. Witches usually avoid things like that and the stigma that came with it. Many witches saw it comparable to the few witches that were kept alive and kept as ‘guests’ by rich families after Salem. News flash, they weren’t guests and were used for protection and often subjected to repeated alpha commands to stop them leaving.

You’d continued to pretend you were minding your own business, whilst eves-dropping. Your name pulled your attention away from the shelf you’d been at for the same ten minutes.

“Y/N” your name again.

“Yes, Luna Zelda.”

“Harlan here is looking for a witch to stay with them over the Halloween weekend. We usually oblige but you know yourself how busy we are.”

Harlan had stood from his wheelchair and offered you his hand.

“I don’t see how this has anything to do with me.” you’d replied, smiling as Hilda had sniggered in the corner, her three month old on her hip.

“Well it has everything to do with you, Miss?” Harlan replied, offering his hand again.

“Miss Non Of Your Business.” you replied, turning and walking away into the back of the store.

By the next day it had very much been your business. Zelda had done her best to convince you, spending the whole afternoon explain why one of them would be their token witch each year. The busyness of the store wasn’t constant and they had months in the low season where they wouldn’t break even. Yet they clearly weren’t struggling.

“Harlan pays well.”

Then Zelda had told you the amount and you’d been a bit sick in your mouth. This was quickly followed with you offering to look after the pups so they could still do the job but with so many little ones around they understandably didn’t want to be parted from the pack, especially not as witches at Halloween.

Then Fiona had called. She did this on occasion, as much as you tried to brush her off but with one of the girls from Christmas Eve being a clairvoyant it would sometimes spark her worry. She was also incredibly nosy.

Of course, she knew Harlan. It made sense they were a similar age, both from money, he could be trusted she told you and “goddess knows child you need the money”.

It had given you food for thought and then you’d been awoken by a scuffle outside the bar across the street. Zelda and Hilda had let you stay in the small studio above the shop as part of your working with them but the bar across the street was often a curse to your white wolf ears.

“Hands off my omega!” was followed by more arguing, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, glass being broken and a scream of no. A growl ripped deep in your chest and you were out the window, barefooted and standing on your broom with your jeans thrown on over your pyjamas. The scream wasn’t an average scream, if any could be called that. It was an omega and she was terrified.

You were quick across the street and at the side of the omega who was now bent across her alpha shaking him, what seemed to be their pack trying to help. The alpha that had done the damage was now being held back.

“You’ve done it now Ransom, no amount of Thrombey money can fix this.”

You scowled and flicked your broom to stand in front of him, without casting an eye away from the alpha on the floor.

“Keep him as you in stance”

The blonde being held back went stiff, arms by his side and stood ridged in mirror to your broom. Those holding him shuffled back, as whispers asked who you were.

“May I help?” you asked the omega, she looked up at you, to her alpha on the floor, then across to who you guessed was the alpha of the pack.

He nodded and answered a quiet “please”.

You could hear the voice of the pack beta on the phone requesting the ambulance be quick.

You sniffed and scanned his body using both your white wolf instincts and your powers of a witch.

“Tell them he has a broken jaw, his eye socket is shattered and he has swelling to his brain. There’s a bleed to his brain too.”

There was a mix of whimpers and growls in response.

“I can help but it’ll be temporary. Should give you long enough to get him to the hospital and for them to get him in surgery.”

You looked up at the alpha of the pack.

“You have my permission.”

You used your powers to reduce the bleeding and swelling, you summoned your bag from the open window of the studio and dabbed a mix of peppermint and wintergreen oils around his face. You turned to his omega and placed his hand in hers, telling her to keep talking to him. It was then you noticed the marks on her arms.

“Did he do this?” You asked nudging your head in the direction of the alpha you now knew as Ransom, still held in place by your broom. She nodded and turned away from you.

You rose from your knees and nodded to the pack alpha, who followed you towards Ransom. You sighed as you heard his wallet being pulled from his jeans.

“You don’t owe me anything but I will take him.”

There was a darkness to your eyes as you turned towards the pack alpha for permission. You didn’t really care if he gave it you or not, one way or another you were teaching this arsehole a lesson. The alpha nodded.

“Do what you want with him, just make sure he never comes near my pack again.”

You moved quickly grabbing Ransom by the throat and dropping the broom to stand on it and fly away. There was a gasp from the crowd as you did and you realised you literally didn’t give a shit about what they thought.

You’d spent the night teaching the spoiled trust fund brat a lesson. Tossing him through the air, a dip in the river, followed by you leaving him up a tree. Towards the end you thought you should maybe feel sorry for him, but you didn’t. You knew as soon as you saw him outside the bar he’d been hit with a spell and you guessed he’d been battling with it for least six months but Ransom was still an asshole. A good looking asshole but an asshole non the less. The spell had just emphasised his already there traits.

You landed on the Thrombey's driveway as the sun rose and were quickly greeted by the banging of the large front doors being swung open and a shotgun being pointed in your face.

“You must be daddy dearest” you’d quipped as you used magic to pull the gun from his hands and tossed it into the windscreen of the vintage looking BMW parked to the side of the house.

“I wouldn’t bother fighting her or pointing any guns either” came Harlan’s voice, “she’s a six and could have us all on our asses before we’ve had chance to say thank you.”

“What the hell are we saying thank you for?” a female voice snapped.

“Well she didn’t kill him did she?” Harlan replied.

“There’s still time.” you quipped back “and if he ever puts his hand on another omega, I’ll rip his dick off turn it into a toad and ram it down his throat.”

Harlan chuckled as you sauntered in one of your hands around Ransom’s throat as you pulled him alongside you, your broom in the other and you bag across your body.

You tossed him onto the rug in the fancy hall way.

“He’s bewitched isn’t he?” Harlan asked.

“Why didn’t you ask Zelda or Hilda for help?”

“I wasn’t sure, my grandson is many things, including an asshole, but his behaviour has been more out of control.”

“He’s always been a piece of shit.” Came a voice, you weren’t sure who’s.

“Can you help him?” Came another voice.

“I can.”

“How much witch?” came the voice of Ransom’s father, followed by money being thrown at you.

You huffed and shook your head, turning and leaving. You heard Harlan call someone an idiot as you flew away on your broom.

You were back three days later after Ransom had got handsy with you in the supermarket of all places. You’d left your groceries, grabbed him by his underwear and flown him back via his wedgey and your broom. You tossed him around the garden, blessed the fountain and chucked him in.

Harlan and his nurse had watched from the library window, highly amused, especially as you pulled him out, tapped his face lightly and whispered whatever it was that made the colour drain from his face.

A week later, albeit still a bit of a dickhead, Ransom had very publicly apologised, paid for any medical bills and damages he’d caused. Much to the town’s amusement he’d also taken to following you around like a lost pup, lots of “I’m sorry” and with random expensive gifts in his hand. Your response was to spin him around and push him in the other direction with your powers.

“I think he might be trying to court you.” Hilda had giggled.

“Well he can court himself.”

Sure he was attractive but he knew it and he was still a bit of a dickhead. But they was something familiar about his face and the blue of his eyes.

Harlan had come again to ask for your appearance at Halloween and the white wolf side of you decided it was time to strike a deal.

The agreement was as follows

He was to keep Ransom out your way.

He was to pay you the agreed fee.

He was to pay Zelda and Hilda the same fee.

He went to speak and you could tell from his scent and expression he wasn’t initially going to agrue.

You explained quickly and assertively that Ransom couldn’t be getting in your way if you were to be ‘working’ of sorts. If that’s what you called parlour tricks and being a token. You were to be paid the going rate and so were Hilda and Zelda as normal. You wouldn’t have a job or roof over your head if it wasn’t for them, and they’d talked you into it (or so you’d told Harlan). You may have also caught sight of the shop accounts and how limited the rest of the year was income wise. They had an influx of pups and being out of sync because of a war wasn’t their fault.

“It’s that or nothing” you’d told him firmly, “but you could always go to an agency but you could end up with one of Agatha’s strays.”

You turned and walked away head held high. Harlan had called after you.

“I’ll have the contracts sent over.”

And overall, being a token witch wasn’t that bad after all. Their friends and extended were also rich assholes but you could handle it. Your bank balance was better off, you were healthier with your better quality suppressants but not sleeping in your car was a hard habit to break and it was still often the easy option when hotels didn’t take roamers.

Ransom had slipped the keys to a new car into your hand as you’d been packing your bags in their guest wing. You told him you couldn’t accept it but he simply closed your hand around the keys, looked at you you with sad eyes and walked away.

You’d attempted that evening to give them to Harlan but he’d explained that material things were their way of apology. He’d followed it by pushing an envelope towards you, after you’d pointed out he’d paid you already and he had nothing to apologise for. He’d told you it was an early Christmas gift. Somewhere to go at Christmas.

He’d never admit it but he’d shed a tear when you’d told him about your childhood. He’d pulled a picture from his office drawer, hidden between paperwork and looked at it fondly.

“You were right Fi, she’s special. Nearly as special as you.”

The gift in the envelope was a ten days stay in a fancy as hell hotel. You weren’t going home for Christmas and you were completely fine with that.

Meanwhile in Brooklyn...........

It was too loud, everything was too loud. Cars, the subway, Mrs Jones at 32b, the list was endless.

Steve watched as Bucky stirred in the armchair again, his features screwing to a grimace and his surviving arm starting to twitch. Another nightmare. He looked down at the letter in his hand for what was probably the hundredth time.

“With no other surviving family members, you are the the sole and only beneficiary of the estate. Your uncle, Grant Rogers, thus leaves you his properties listed below. The primary being the Brookville farm.”

His attention was pulled to Bucky as he whimpered again in his sleep and he made his way towards him.

He didn’t noticed his phone light up with a message.

Natasha - You know………Clint grew up on a farm

#alpha steve rogers x reader #alpha steve rogers #avengers au #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #alpha steve x omega reader #steve rogers x witch reader #bucky barnes

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Sadly I did NOT manage to write a word basically all week so I’m sorry to say the sparklet I promised u remains unfinished. BUT. Have this snippet for christmas:

To be feared is a power many underestimate. A power almost as great as magic itself, and in some situations even greater — a comparison he does not make lightly.

Fear is shield and sword at once, a spell with unlimited range, its only boundary the speed at which word-of-mouth can travel.

But fear, like any weapon, requires ammunition.

For a man like Valtor, there is certainly no lack of reasons to fear him. But he is intimately aware that to sustain his greatest ally, he needs to sustain his reputation.

To be untouchable, he has to seem untouchable.

To be feared, he has to look the part.

“That’s all very nice,” Solaria's Royal Seamstress comments, unamused. “But that still doesn’t tell me why I should accept your comission.”

He sighs, feigning irritation, and leans against the counter of her shop.

“Such indifference in the face of my plight!” he laments, before propping his chin up on his hand. “I knew I liked you for a reason, Telaseta.”

“Charm won’t help you this time, fiend. You have yet to pay me for the last time I fixed your wardrobe, and my kind has an excellent memory.”

Madame Telaseta, master of her craft and champion of holding grudges, clatters past him on her eight spindly legs. He looks after her with a hearty shrug, turning to inspect her latest handiwork instead.

“I would have gladly done so,” he insists over his shoulder. “Your work is without equal, and I was more than satisfied when I received that coat of yours. Unfortunately, I took a quite involuntary detour to Omega shortly after, and did not have the opportunity to compensate you until now.”

There's noise coming from the clothing racks to his right, and when he looks over, he sees Telaseta gut an expensive looking gown with even more expensive looking shears, emerging victoriously with a blue silk ribbon.

“Pah! Did not have the necessity to, you mean! I know you wizards, with your tricks and flatteries. You only come crawling when you want something from Old Telaseta. If only I were still young, ah, still that handsome linphean debutante…”

She sniffles theatrically, and he rolls his eyes before dutifully patting her hand in comfort.

“But Madame Telaseta,” he chides her, appalled. “In all the years I have known you, you have only ever grown more beautiful. No one in their right mind would disagree with me, I know it!”

She sniffles once more, the colorful jewelry she's draped all over herself clinking.

“I have, haven’t I? Well, I suppose we can’t all be ageless like you, fiend.”

Deciding she's had enough sweet talk for the day, she drops his hand to climb vertically up the wall and grab another roll of fabric, comparing the color to her newly cut ribbon. He follows her on her crusade through the labyrinth of clothing on display, all the way into the entrance of her opulent atelier.

“Let's say I were inclined to forgive you your negligence, young man,” she titters, seemingly satisfied with her choice. “What would my payment look like, this time? I’m afraid I’ll have to demand it upfront.”

“My generous, benevolent Telaseta,” he proclaims humbly, before opening his hand and summoning a little velvet satchel to his palm. “I thought you might say that.”

She drops from the wall after a moment, her arachnid lower body catching her fall with ease.

“Gemstones from Isis,” she purrs with an impressed look inside. “You always did know how to make the right friends.”

“What can I say? I have many talents.”

“As do I. Now, show me that poor coat of yours.”

A snap of his fingers summons the garment in question, in all its tattered glory.

“There were a good few dozen protection spells woven into those seams,” his tailor of trust mutters under her breath as she inspects the damage. “Gotta redo all of that. And the singe marks, dah! What kind of dastardly devil did you tangle with this time, to ruin all that hard work?”

He would answer with a friendly quip. Something charming, undoubtedly. But before he can even think to do so, there's a warm, familiar tingle at the back of his head, and then the door to the main room swings open with a ring of the bell.

“Hello?” a voice, that voice, calls into the shop, and he feels his hackles rise at the sheer presence filtering into the room, feels every fiber of his being seize with anticipation. “I'm here to pick up an order for…”

Her gaze meets his.

Lovely, dazzling blue eyes wide with surprise as she stands there, frozen mid-movement. He feels transported, moved all the way back to the last time he'd seen her in person. When her lips had been swollen and her hair disheveled, when his touch had been etched into her skin with pale red marks. When he had been ecstatic at simply holding her; already reeling with the loss of her, knowing she'd slip through his fingers yet again.

But here she is, here they are.

Reunited, the two of them. As it always should have been.

“Ah,” Telaseta chirps. “A customer!”

And then Bloom's eyes shift to her and she jumps, squealing like a child in a horror house.

“Never heard that before,” the seamstress deadpans, rolling her eyes. “Children these days. In my youth we had some respect for our elders, or we'd be spun in silk and digested!”

Valid as her point may be, she uses two of her spindly black spider legs to underline it with gesturing, and Bloom's entire scalp catches on fire in response.

Telaseta looks from her to his coat.

“Huh,” she says.

Then she scrambles on to find a fire blanket, leaving him and Bloom alone.

The latter is still staring shell-shocked after the arachne by the time he reaches her, though that might in part be due to his speed: he is unwilling to bear even an inch of distance between them, now that she's here.

“You should consider to stop staring, little fairy,” he tells her, guiding her eyes back to himself. Cannot help but smile when he brings his hand to her forehead and brushes her hair back over her scalp, stifling the flames below his palm as he goes. “It's quite rude.”

She has just enough time to open her mouth in indignation before his own descends on her, swallowing her no doubt outraged reply.

He cannot wrap his head around it.

That she is here, as if the Stars themselves wanted to drop her in his lap once more, and that he could have gone so long without her. His fingers are splayed out against the side of her jaw, preventing her from pulling away, her own hands grasping the collar of his shirt for balance, and he can’t believe it’s been almost an entire month since the catacombs.

Bloom's lips are softer than silk as she gasps into his mouth, presses back against him with a tentative little shove. When he pulls back to look at her, glassy eyed and out of breath, he's all but drunk on affection. For his elusive, coat-burning, dastardly little devil.

“Hello,” he smiles against her forehead, pulling her against him.

“You're here,” is here stunned reply, and he all but preens at the happiness coloring her voice.

Cannot believe it is here, in the brightly-painted shop of a solarian tailor, that he finally meets her again, when he expected some grand battle or a scandalous, secret encounter, hidden from prying eyes. No, when they should have never been separated in the first place. He buries his face in her hair and breathes in the fire and magic still clinging to her, the floral scent of her shampoo and the electric, prickling traces of a recent teleportation.

He should have kept her with him like a pocket watch on a chain; tied to him, never out of reach. To feel her with him at every small movement, every step he took. Now, with her spell-heated little body in his arms and her breath fanning out against his neck, he cannot fathom how he ever let her leave.

Before remembering that he did not have his powers, that day, after so narrowly evading his death.

He cannot help but notice that he does have them now. His grip on her tightens, just marginally, a nearly imperceptible tension seeping into his hands.

But something about that idea must have translated through their traitorous tether, happily spilling all his thoughts for her, because he blinks and she is gone, almost across the entire room.

Bloom raises her chin. A clear, obvious challenge.

“Try it,” she says. “See what happens.”

Oh. Oh how he yearns to.

Hungers to bare his teeth and answer her demand in determination and raw magic, wants to see her eyes spark with the thrill of a fight. But he's painfully aware that Madame Telaseta's shop is very, very flammable, and not likely to survive their little sparring match.

And he really wants that coat back.

“Try what?”, he asks, innocently folding his hands behind his back. “Always so suspicious, Bloom. I thought you knew me better by now.”

#have something sweet and sappy for the holidays!#fic: sparked #sparklets #i swear to god I will finish this I’m halfway through already #I just need to get my shit together

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Playing Games (Hannigram + Le Chiffre) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M, Multi // Hannibal/Will, Will/Le Chiffre (Casino Royale), background Le Chiffre/Adam Towers // Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Hannibal, Alpha Le Chiffre, Omega Will, multisex omega, established relationship, established Hannigram, cuckolding, consensual infidelity, doppelganger, role playing, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, rough sex, knotting, squirting, regret, praise kink, manipulation, everyone has a variety of feels.

Part 8 of the Plaything Series, sequel to Playtime and Roleplay

Will wants a threesome, Hannibal agrees as long as he can choose the other alpha.

Playing Games (2.7K words):

At first, as he knew he would, Hannibal had baulked at Will’s suggestion of a threesome.

It had taken weeks to plant the seed of the idea, whispering dirty suggestions into Hannibal’s ear as they fucked.

Imagine how tight I’d be for you if someone was in my ass whilst you’re fucking me.

Imagine how jealous they’d be if they had to watch you make me come.

Imagine what it would feel like to let them use me like a whore, even though you know I’m yours. Only yours.

And even then, as much as his cock twitched at the words as he rode him, Hannibal resisted.

“It’s not that you’re not enough, Alpha” Will reassured with a purr. “I just get so wet thinking about you watching me get fucked.”

“Hmm,” Hannibal huffed, “I never took you for someone interested in cuckolding.”

“Not cuckolding,” Will protested gently as he slid up and down Hannibal’s cock, “You always say how beautiful I look when I’m being fucked and I want to give you the optimum view.”

He felt Hannibal swell, and he pushed down hard, taking Hannibal’s knot inside him.

“I choose the alpha,” Hannibal said, holding Will’s hips as he began to fuck up into him.

Will nodded as he writhed and panted, meeting each thrust until Hannibal’s knot was buried deep and they were tied.

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Will picked up the note next to the bottle of champagne on the sideboard in the beautiful hotel room that Hannibal had booked for the occasion.

He would only let Will know the time and date that their tryst was to take place. No other details, and so far nothing had surprised Will - the opulent hotel, the exquisite suite, the champagne. Not even the note that told him that Hannibal would be arriving a little later, encouraging Will to have a glass of champagne and take a bath - make himself comfortable.

With a smile, Will did as bid.

He was towel drying his hair, dressed in a luxurious fluffy hotel robe, when he heard the door to the suite open.

“Bit overboard isn’t it?” He called out into the suite’s lovely reception room. “We could have gone to a hotel that charges by the hour.” Will chuckled as he walked out of the bathroom and immediately stopped-- finally surprised.

“Mr Graham, you look just like the photo your husband supplied.”

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#hannibal #hannigram #fanfic #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #will graham #hannibal lecter #myfic #omegaverse #alpha le chiffre #Chiffregram

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Down Bad - Chapter 21

Chapter Summary: Hunter and Amina go on their honeymoon two weeks after their wedding. But trouble has a way of finding them wherever they go.

Word Count: 12.4k+

Pairing: Hunter x fem!Jedi Original Character

Notes: hello!! sorry i haven't uploaded in 5 days, i've been busy with work. but unfortunately it'll probably have to be something to get used to since in a little over a month college starts back up again. but, i'm going to do my best to post chapters as frequently as i can!!

this chapter only has one smut scene closer to the beginning, so…

TW: smut, unprotected piv, alcohol, intoxication

Series Masterlist - Chapter 20 → Chapter 22

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Amina and Hunter stepped off their Rho-class shuttle onto the planet Disunya. When Amina called Bail for her check-in and told him she and Hunter got married, he kindly booked them a honeymoon suite at an expensive hotel and gave them some credits to use as they pleased.

She at first didn’t want to accept it, because after Omega looked up how much it cost to book the room for one night, she nearly spit out her water. But it’s been two weeks since they got married and they hadn’t celebrated since the wedding.

Amina and Hunter made their way to the hotel, standing in awe as they gazed up at the towering building. “You can’t even see how many floors there are,” Amina said, her voice filled with wonder. “How is this thing even standing?”

Hunter chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Repulsorlift technology, probably. Keeps the higher levels stable.” He glanced at her, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Ready to check in?”

Amina nodded, squeezing his hand. “Definitely. Let’s go see what all the fuss is about.”

They walked through the grand entrance, the opulent lobby bustling with activity. Amina couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the sheer luxury of it all. Ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the marble floors and plush furnishings.

Hunter led her to the reception desk, where a droid greeted them with a polite bow. “Welcome to the Imperial Palace Hotel. How may I assist you today?”

Amina finished looking around the building before settling her gaze on the droid. “We have a reservation under the name Naberrie.” When Bail booked the hotel, she told him that he shouldn’t use her real name, since Skywalker draws a lot of attention. Instead, she told him to use Padme’s real last name to avoid attention. Plus, it would make Amina feel a tad but closer to Padme.

The droid’s eyes flashed as it processed the information. “Ah, yes. Congratulations on your recent nuptials. Your suite is ready, and here are your access cards.” It handed them two sleek keycards, then gestured toward a nearby lift. “Enjoy your stay.”

Taking the keycards from the droid, Amina flashed a grateful smile. "Thank you," she said warmly before turning to Hunter. "Shall we, husband?" she teased, a playful glint in her eye.

Hunter grinned in response, his arm still wrapped around her waist. "Lead the way, wife," he replied, his voice laced with affection as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

Together, they made their way to the nearby lift, the anticipation building with each step they took. Amina couldn't help but steal glances at Hunter as they waited, her heart swelling with love for the man beside her.

As the lift doors slid open, they stepped inside, the doors closing behind them with a soft hiss. Amina glanced at the keycards in her hand, noting the floor number for their suite. "Here we go," she said with a smile, pressing the button for their floor.

The lift hummed to life, whisking them upward as Amina leaned against Hunter, her head resting on his shoulder. She could feel the warmth of his body through the fabric of his jacket, and she sighed contentedly, reveling in the moment of peace and quiet.

Before long, the lift came to a stop, and the doors slid open to reveal a luxurious hallway lined with ornate doors. Amina's eyes widened in awe as she took in the opulence of their surroundings, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of what awaited them behind one of those doors.

With a sense of excitement bubbling within her, Amina led the way down the hallway, her steps light as she made her way to their suite. As they reached the door, she inserted one of the keycards into the slot, the door clicking open with a soft beep.

Stepping inside, Amina felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight before her. The suite was even more magnificent than she had imagined, with a spacious living area furnished with plush sofas and a large holoscreen mounted on the wall.

Hunter followed closely behind her, his eyes scanning the room with a look of awe. "Wow," he breathed, his voice filled with wonder. "This place is incredible."

Amina nodded in agreement, a smile spreading across her face. "It's perfect," she murmured, her voice filled with awe as she took in their luxurious surroundings.

Hunter wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her head as he gazed around the suite. "I'm glad you like it," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "After everything we've been through, you deserve nothing but the best."

Amina leaned back into his embrace, relishing the warmth of his body against hers. "You're too good to me," she whispered, turning her head to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Hunter's arms tightened around her, his kiss filled with love and tenderness. "I just want to make you happy," he murmured against her lips, his voice husky with emotion.

Amina smiled against his lips, her heart swelling with love for the man who had stolen her heart. "You already do," she whispered, her words barely more than a breath as she melted into his embrace.

They stood there for a moment, lost in each other's arms, before Hunter reluctantly pulled away. "We should probably unpack," he said with a chuckle, stepping back to grab their bags.

Amina nodded, a playful glint in her eye. "Or we could just stay like this forever," she suggested, reaching out to tug him back into her arms.

Hunter laughed, his eyes sparkling with affection. "As much as I'd love that, I think the hotel staff might have something to say about it," he replied, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before pulling away to start unpacking.

As they unpacked their bags and settled into their honeymoon suite, Amina couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that washed over her. Despite the trials and tribulations they had faced, she was finally at peace, surrounded by the love of her husband and the warmth of their newfound family.

---

On the second day of their honeymoon, they found out that they had a large balcony, complete with a pool, hot tub, and grill.

“You know, I never did finish your swimming lessons,” Hunter said, glancing over at her.

"Well, I haven't drowned yet," Amina quipped with a playful smile, her gaze meeting Hunter's as they stood on the balcony of their honeymoon suite, the warm sun casting a golden glow over the expansive space.

Hunter chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Guess that's a good sign," he replied, his voice laced with humor as he moved closer to her, his hand reaching out to gently brush against hers. "But seriously, you up for a swim?"

Amina gulped, leaning over the pool to look down through the water. “That’s a lot of water.” She spoke quietly. “I don’t know, baby.”

Hunter chuckled softly, understanding Amina's apprehension. He moved closer, wrapping an arm around her waist to offer comfort. "Hey, it's okay," he said gently, his voice soothing. "We don't have to swim if you're not comfortable with it. We can just relax here on the balcony if you want."

Amina leaned into his embrace, grateful for his understanding. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "I want to swim," she admitted quietly, her voice tinged with determination. "I just... I'm scared, Hunter."

Hunter's heart ached at the vulnerability in her voice. He pressed a kiss to her temple, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I understand," he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. "But I'll be right here with you every step of the way. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

Amina nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support. She turned to him, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of fear and determination. "Okay," she said softly, steeling herself for what was to come. "Let's do this."

With Hunter by her side, Amina took a deep breath and stepped closer to the edge of the pool. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, before taking the plunge and dipping her toes into the water.

The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, sending shivers down her spine as she felt the cool water envelop her skin. She let out a nervous laugh, her hand tightening around Hunter's as she prepared to take the next step.

Hunter squeezed her hand reassuringly, his touch grounding her in the moment. "You're doing great, Amina," he said softly, his voice filled with pride. "Just take it slow and remember to breathe."

With Hunter's encouragement, Amina took a deep breath and slowly lowered herself into the water, her muscles tensing with every inch she descended. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of Hunter's voice and the warmth of his hand in hers as she submerged herself completely.

For a moment, everything was silent beneath the surface, the water cocooning her in its embrace. Amina's heart raced as she struggled to control her fear, but then she felt Hunter's arms wrap around her, pulling her close.

Opening her eyes, Amina found herself gazing into Hunter's warm brown eyes, a sense of calm washing over her as she lost herself in his embrace.

"You okay?" Hunter's voice was soft, his concern evident as he brushed a stray lock of hair from Amina's forehead.

Amina nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah," she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm okay."

Hunter's expression softened, his gaze filled with tenderness as he pulled her closer. "You did great," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm proud of you."

Amina's heart swelled with warmth at Hunter's words, her fears dissipating with each reassuring touch. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "For being here, for always being here."

Hunter smiled, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of her hand. "Always," he promised, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll never leave your side, Amina. Not now, not ever."

Tears welled in Amina's eyes at Hunter's unwavering devotion, her heart overflowing with love for the man who had become her rock in the stormiest of seas. "I love you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Hunter's eyes softened, his heart swelling with love for the woman who had stolen his heart. "I love you too," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

As they finally pulled away, Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. Hunter lifted her up by her waist and placed her on the edge of the pool as he got out, getting a towel and placing it over her shoulders. Amina smiled gratefully as she wrapped the towel around herself, the warmth comforting against her skin.

"Thanks, Hunter," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth as she watched him move around the balcony, gathering a few more towels and laying them out on the sun loungers nearby.

Hunter flashed her a charming grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Anything for you, my love," he replied playfully, his voice laced with affection as he settled down beside her on the edge of the pool.

Amina couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, her heart swelling with love for the man who had become her husband. She reached out to take his hand in hers, her fingers intertwining with his as they sat in comfortable silence, basking in the warmth of the sun and the peace of their surroundings.

---

They barely got the door unlocked and entered their room before Hunter was on her, his hands on her hips pressing her against the wall.

Maybe it was because they had a tad bit too much Emerald wine.

Amina giggled as Hunter's hands roamed over her, his lips trailing hot kisses along her neck. The taste of the Emerald wine still lingered on their lips, adding a playful edge to their movements.

"Someone's eager," she teased, her voice breathless with anticipation as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Hunter chuckled against her skin, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Can you blame me?" he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "You're irresistible."

Amina laughed, the sound turning into a soft moan as Hunter's lips found hers in a heated kiss. She melted against him, her body humming with desire as he pressed her against the wall, his hands roaming over her curves with a hunger that matched her own.

His hands moved from her hips down to her thighs as he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Amina's dress rode up slightly, revealing more of her skin to Hunter's eager touch. He groaned softly as he felt her warmth against him, his desire for her growing with each passing moment.

“Maker, you feel so good," Hunter muttered, his voice husky with desire as he pressed his lips hungrily against hers. Amina moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, deepening their embrace.

Their kisses grew more urgent, fueled by the intoxicating combination of desire and Emerald wine. Hunter's hands roamed over Amina's body, his touch igniting a fire within her that she could barely contain. She arched her back, pressing herself against him as she eagerly responded to his every touch.

"More," she whispered, her voice barely a breathless plea as she trailed kisses along his jawline. Hunter complied eagerly, his movements becoming more urgent as he sought to satisfy her every desire.

Hunter carried Amina away from the wall, her legs still wrapped around his waist, as they made their way to the balcony. The cool night air brushed against their skin, heightening their senses as they stepped out into the open space, the sound of the city below fading into the background.

Setting her down gently, Hunter's hands lingered on Amina's hips, his gaze locking with hers as he drank in the sight of her. Her pastel blue dress hugged her curves in all the right places, the fabric soft against her skin as it flowed around her thighs. Desire burned in his eyes as he looked at her, his hands moving to trace the lines of her body with a hunger that matched her own.

"You look incredible," he breathed, his voice husky with desire as he pulled her closer. Amina smiled, a playful glint in her eyes as she leaned in to capture his lips in a heated kiss. Hunter responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body as he deepened their embrace.

Amina's hands trailed up Hunter's chest, the fabric bunching up under her fingers. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his muscles tense with desire as she explored the contours of his torso. Hunter's breath hitched as her fingers danced across his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Maker, Amina," Hunter groaned, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his lips against hers once more. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer as he deepened their kiss. Amina melted against him, her body buzzing with anticipation as she eagerly responded to his touch.

Their lips moved in a frenzied dance, fueled by the intoxicating combination of desire and alcohol. Amina's heart raced as Hunter's hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that she could barely contain. She moaned softly against his lips, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through both of them.

Hunter's fingers trailed along the hem of Amina's dress, his touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through her veins. With a playful smirk, he slowly began to lift the fabric, revealing more of her skin to his hungry gaze. Amina gasped as the cool night air brushed against her exposed flesh, her skin tingling with anticipation.

"Like what you see?" she teased, her voice laced with desire as she leaned in to capture his lips once more. Hunter grinned against her mouth, his hands moving to caress her thighs.

"You have no idea," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Hunter's lips found hers once more, his kiss fierce and demanding as he pinned her against the railing. Amina moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrendered herself to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

His hand went underneath her dress and to the hem of her underwear, and with a drunken tug he ripped off her underwear.

Amina let out a gasp before giggling as he held her ripped underwear in front of her. She looked at Hunter with a playful glint in her eyes, the effects of the Emerald wine still evident in her flushed cheeks and the way her laughter came easily.

"You're such a brute, Hunter," she teased, her voice laced with amusement as she reached out to snatch the torn fabric from his hand. "But I guess I can forgive you."

Hunter grinned, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her. "I'll make it up to you," he promised, his voice low and husky with anticipation.

Amina threw her torn underwear to the side as she fumbled with Hunter's pants. Her fingers worked quickly, despite the intoxicated haze that made everything feel slightly surreal. The sound of the city below was a distant hum, drowned out by the heavy breaths and soft gasps between them.

Hunter's hands roamed over her thighs, his touch igniting a burning desire within her. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "Can't get enough of you."

Amina's heart raced as she finally managed to unbutton his pants, her hands slipping inside to feel the hard length of him. Hunter groaned at her touch, his hips bucking involuntarily against her hand. "Kriff, Amina," he breathed, his voice a low growl. "You drive me crazy."

She giggled, the sound turning into a soft moan as he pushed her dress higher, exposing her to the cool night air. "Hunter," she whispered, her voice a mix of need and anticipation.

Hunter's hands gripped her hips, pushing her back against the railing as he positioned himself between her legs. The cool metal pressed against her thighs, a stark contrast to the heat of his body. "You're gonna have to hold on tight, sweetheart," he warned, his eyes dark with desire.

Amina nodded, her breath hitching as she felt him press against her. "I can handle it," she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Hunter's lips curled into a smile, his hands moving to the hem of her dress. "Good," he murmured, lifting the fabric higher to expose her completely. "Because I'm not holding back."

With a swift, powerful thrust, Hunter entered her, drawing a gasp from Amina's lips. "Hunter!" she cried out, her fingers tightening around the railing. The intensity of their connection sent waves of pleasure through her, making her cling to him even more desperately.

Hunter paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the sensation. "So good, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "You're perfect." He began to move, each thrust deep and demanding, eliciting moans and gasps from Amina with every movement.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she held on, the rhythm of their bodies matching the frantic beat of their hearts. "Baby, don’t stop," she pleaded, her voice breathless. "I need more."

He grinned against her neck, his pace quickening in response. "Anything for you," he promised, his breath hot against her skin. "Louder, Amina. Let me hear you."

Amina’s cries grew louder, echoing in the night air. Each thrust drove her closer to the edge, her body trembling with the intensity of her desire. "Hunter, I- " she began, her voice breaking off into a moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"That's it, sweetheart," he groaned, his grip on her tightening. "You’re amazing." He could feel her tightening around him, her body responding to his every touch. "Just like that."

Amina’s head fell back, her eyes closing as she gave herself over to the pleasure. Hunter’s hands roamed over her body, one hand slipping under her dress to caress her breast. The sensation sent shockwaves through her, making her cry out even louder.

His other hand slipped down to between her legs, brushing her clit as he continued to thrust into her. Amina gasped at the added sensation, her body arching against him as pleasure rippled through her. "Hunter," she moaned, her voice a breathless plea. "Don't stop."

Hunter grinned against her neck, his movements becoming more urgent as he sought to satisfy her every desire. "Never," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His fingers worked magic between her legs, sending sparks of electricity coursing through her veins.

Amina's breath hitched as she felt herself nearing the edge, her body trembling with the intensity of her desire. "Harder," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Hunter."

Hunter complied eagerly, his thrusts growing more forceful as he drove her closer to the brink. "Like this?" he growled, his voice thick with need. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

Amina's mind was a haze of pleasure as she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. "More," she pleaded, her voice a desperate cry. "I need... I need..."

Hunter's lips found hers in a fierce kiss, swallowing her words as he drove into her with a relentless passion. Amina's cries filled the night air, a symphony of desire as they moved together in perfect harmony.

He wanted to try something different, so he moved his fingers away from her clit and to her opening, pushing his fingers into her, matching the pace of his cock.

She let out a strangled moan and gasp as her chest heaved, “oh that feels so good.”

"Yeah? You want more? You want me to fuck into you faster?" Hunter's voice was rough with desire, his breath hot against Amina's skin as he pressed her against the balcony railing. The cool metal dug into her back, a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies as they moved together in a frenzied dance of passion.

Amina's chest heaved with every gasp and moan that escaped her lips, her fingers gripping the railing tightly as Hunter's fingers worked their magic inside her. Each thrust of his cock matched the rhythm of his fingers, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Oh, yes," she whimpered, her voice barely a breathless plea as pleasure rippled through her veins. "Harder, Hunter. Please."

Hunter grinned against her neck, his lips trailing hot kisses along her skin as he complied eagerly with her request. His movements became more forceful, his hips driving into her with a relentless passion that left her trembling with desire.

"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "You feel so good wrapped around me like this."

He removed his fingers from her and pushed them through her mouth, watching as she sucked and licked his fingers. Amina's lips wrapped around his digits eagerly, her tongue swirling and tasting every inch of his skin.

His fingers left her mouth with a pop as he pinched her nipple through the fabric of her dress and she let out a moan, “oh, I’m so close.”

"Not yet, sweetheart," Hunter growled, his voice thick with desire as he looked into Amina's eyes.

"Please, Hunter," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper as she clenched around his cock.

“I know, cyar’ika. But you can wait for me, can’t you, my sweet girl?” Amina nodded at his words, as her hands moved from the railing to his shoulders, her nails making indents in his skin through his shirt.

He thrusted into her, harder and faster as her moaning got louder before she bit her lip to silence it. Hunter stopped moving inside as she let out a muffled whimper. His thumb brushed her lip, “what did I tell you? I want to hear everything, Amina.”

Amina nodded, her eyes clouded with desire as she looked up at him. "I- I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled to regain her composure.

"Don't be sorry, cyar'ika," Hunter murmured, his voice soft but firm as he pressed his forehead against hers. "Just let go. I want to hear you."

With a soft whimper, Amina nodded, her body trembling with anticipation as Hunter resumed his movements. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, making her cling to him even more desperately.

"That's it, sweetheart," Hunter growled, his voice thick with desire as he drove into her with renewed fervor. "I want to hear you scream."

Amina's cries filled the night air, a symphony of desire as she surrendered herself to the pleasure. Her nails dug into Hunter's shoulders, leaving faint red marks on his skin as she clung to him.

“Hunter, please, I want to come so bad,” she whimpered out.

“You want to come?” He asked, as she nodded, “come with me, cyar’ika.”

With a strangled cry, she tumbled over the edge of ecstasy, her entire body trembling with the intensity of her release. Hunter's name fell from her lips in a breathless whisper as she clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as pleasure washed over her in waves.

Hunter's own release was close behind, his movements growing more urgent as he chased his own climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he tumbled over the edge with her, his body shuddering with pleasure as he spilled himself inside her.

For a moment, they clung to each other in the aftermath, their bodies still trembling with the intensity of their release. Amina's heart raced as she looked up at Hunter, a lazy smile playing on her lips.

"Wow," she murmured, her voice filled with awe as she pressed her forehead against his. Hunter grinned, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction as he looked down at her.

"Wow indeed," he replied, his voice thick with desire as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "That was incredible."

Amina laughed softly, the sound a mix of joy and satisfaction as she wrapped her arms around him. "You're incredible," she whispered, her voice filled with love as she pressed her lips against his.

Hunter's heart swelled with happiness as he kissed her back, his hands tangling in her hair as he lost himself in the sweetness of the moment. For him, there was no place he'd rather be than here, wrapped in Amina's arms, lost in the bliss of their love.

---

The next day they ended up waking late, due to their excursions of last night and since they were a little bit hungover.

Around noon they walked the streets of Disunya each holding a smoothie after eating at a café. “So, tonight we could go see the shooting stars if you want?”

Amina nodded at Hunter, “that would be perfect. I heard that- ”

A woman wearing an Imperial medical coat ran into Amina, her smoothie dropping to the ground. “Sorry!” The woman yelled, continuing to run.

The two of them watched the woman run, “that’s strange.” Hunter commented. He turned his head to where the woman came from as Amina looked down at her fallen smoothie before looking at Hunter.

“What is it?” Amina asked.

Hunter's instincts immediately kicked in, his senses on high alert as he scanned their surroundings. "Something's coming," he murmured, his gaze narrowing as he watched the direction from which the woman had come.

Sure enough, within seconds, a hoard of stormtroopers rounded the corner, their blasters raised and ready for action. Amina's heart raced in her chest as she instinctively moved closer to Hunter, seeking the protection of his strong and steady presence.

"We need to get out of here," Hunter said urgently, his voice low but firm as he assessed their options.

Amina nodded in agreement, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a plan. “Should we run?”

Hunter nodded as he quickly threw his smoothie at one of the troopers and they ran in the same direction as the woman did. They rounded a corner and quickly entered an abandoned building as Hunter boarded up the wall.

“I thought Disunya didn’t have an Imperial presence.” Amina said.

Hunter nodded grimly, his expression tense as he reinforced the boarded-up wall. "They shouldn't," he replied, his voice low and urgent. "But it looks like things have changed." He grabbed her hand, “come on, let’s find another exit.”

They walked through the dark halls, looking down every corner to make sure no one was lurking. Once they came to the end of the hall, they only way to go was right, so Hunter gestured for Amina to stand behind as he turned the corner before she heard a shriek.

The woman who ran past them held up a scalpel, “I almost stabbed you in your brachial artery. You would’ve died in 90 seconds!”

Hunter held his hands up as Amina went to his side, “there’s no need for that.” Amina said hurriedly.

The woman with the scalpel hesitated, her eyes flickering between Hunter and Amina as she weighed her options. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice sharp with suspicion. "And why are you here? You’re not undercover Imperial agents, are you? Well guess what, I’m not coming back with you.”

“No, no. We’re not Imperial agents. After you ran the stormtroopers were about to shoot us so we ran too.” Amina said, “you can drop the scalpel.”

As Amina spoke, her voice calm yet firm, she watched the woman's tense posture slowly relax. The woman's gaze flickered between Amina and Hunter, uncertainty clouding her features as she weighed her options. Finally, with a resigned sigh, she lowered the scalpel, her shoulders sagging with defeat.

"Who are you?" she asked again, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Amina exchanged a quick glance with Hunter before responding, her tone reassuring. "My name is Amina, and this is my husband, Hunter," she explained, gesturing to Hunter standing beside her. "We're not here to hurt you. We just want to find a way out of here."

The woman eyed them warily for a moment longer before nodding in understanding. "I'm Dr. Amellia Madar,” she introduced herself, her voice tinged with weariness.

Amina's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are Imperial stormtroopers doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "This planet isn't under Imperial control, is it?"

Amellia shook her head, “no- actually yes, as of 11 hours and 34 minutes ago.” Amina and Hunter exchanged a concerned glance, their minds reeling with the implications of Amellia's words.

"Imperial control?" Amina repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief. "But how? Disunya has always been independent."

Amellia nodded, her gaze darkening with anger. "Not anymore," she replied bitterly. "The Empire swooped in under the cover of darkness, using force and intimidation to seize control of the planet.”

Hunter looked over at Amina, “we need to get out of here. We need to stop by the hotel and get to our ship.”

Amina nodded as Amellia gasped, “hotel? What- the Imperials are out there!”

“All of our stuff is there. Plus, the hotel has high security, the Imperials won’t look there for a while.” Amina added.

“Do you know a way out of here?” Hunter asked Amellia.

“No, I was hoping you did. I’m not from this planet, I just got here 11 hours and 36 minutes ago.”

“Well, that doesn’t do us any good.” Amina responded, “I’m sure there has to be another way out of here that isn’t the front entrance.”

"I saw a window down this hall, we might be able to get out that way," Amellia suggested, her voice filled with urgency as she led Amina and Hunter down the dimly lit corridor.

Amina nodded in agreement, her heart racing with adrenaline as she followed Amellia's lead. "Let's go," she said, her voice low but determined as they hurried toward the window at the end of the hall.

As they approached the window, Hunter glanced out cautiously, his sharp eyes scanning the street below for any sign of Imperial activity. "Looks clear," he murmured, his voice tense with anticipation as he pushed the window open, allowing a cool breeze to waft into the darkened hallway.

Amellia wasted no time in clambering out onto the narrow ledge, her movements quick and sure as she balanced precariously on the edge. Amina followed closely behind, her heart pounding in her chest as she carefully maneuvered herself onto the ledge beside Amellia.

Hunter was the last to join them, his strong arms reaching out to steady Amina as she balanced on the ledge. "You okay?" he asked quietly, his voice filled with concern as he glanced down at her.

Amina nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I'm okay," she replied, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Let's get out of here."

With Hunter's help, Amina and Amellia made their way along the narrow ledge, their movements cautious but determined as they inched their way toward freedom. The street below bustled with activity, but they remained unnoticed in the shadows, their hearts pounding with every step they took.

Finally, they reached the end of the ledge, where a fire escape ladder hung just within reach. With Hunter's assistance, they climbed down quickly and quietly, their eyes darting around for any sign of danger as they made their way to the ground below.

As their feet touched solid ground, Amina couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, her heart pounding in her chest as she glanced around at their surroundings. They were free, for now at least, and she was determined to make the most of it.

"We need to get back to the hotel," Hunter said urgently, his voice low but firm as he led the way through the streets. "It's our best chance of regrouping and figuring out our next move."

Amina nodded in agreement, her mind already racing with plans and strategies as they hurried through the deserted streets. They needed to find a way off this planet, and fast, before the Imperials caught up with them.

As they reached the hotel, Amina's heart sank at the sight of Imperial stormtroopers patrolling the entrance. "We'll have to find another way in," she murmured, her voice tinged with frustration as she glanced at Hunter.

Hunter nodded grimly, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of an alternative entrance. "There," he said quietly, pointing to a side door that appeared to be unguarded. "Let's go."

Amina used the key card, but it didn’t open, “this must be an employee’s entrance or something.”

Amellia walked over, pulling open the scanner and messing with the wires before the door opened. The three quickly made their way inside and to the elevator as Hunter pressed the button for their floor.

The elevator doors slid open once more, and they stepped out into the hallway, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of trouble. The coast appeared to be clear, but they remained cautious as they made their way to their suite.

As they approached the door, Amina inserted the keycard into the slot, her heart pounding in her chest as she prayed that it would work. To her relief, the door clicked open, and they slipped inside, the tension draining from their bodies as they closed the door behind them.

Once inside, they wasted no time in locking the door behind them, their minds buzzing with the events of the day. Amellia looked around the room, “oh man! This is a honeymoon suite; you guys are on your honeymoon? Aw, I can’t believe I ruined your vacation!” Amellia fell onto the couch, her hands covering her face.

Amina glanced over at Hunter who tilted his head, “alright, I’ll pack our things and get her a change of clothes. She can’t be walking around in an Imperial uniform.” Amina nodded at Hunter’s word, reaching into her bag and pulling out a white dress with a blue flower pattern.

“Here, hopefully this will fit.” Amina handed the dress to Amellia.

“It probably will be a bit big on me, but thanks. You would think that an Empire would have enough money for good clothes. But nope, they’re awful.”

Amina nodded understandingly at Amellia's comment about the Imperial uniforms. "Yeah, they definitely don't prioritize comfort or style," she remarked with a wry smile. "But hopefully, that dress will be a bit more comfortable for you."

Amellia chuckled weakly as she took the dress from Amina, her shoulders slumping with exhaustion. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice tinged with gratitude. "I really appreciate it."

Amina gave her a reassuring smile before turning to Hunter, who was already rummaging through their bags to find a change of clothes for Amellia. "Do you need any help?" she asked, her voice soft with concern as she watched him sift through their belongings.

Hunter glanced up at her, his expression tense with concentration. "No, I've got it," he replied. "Why don't you keep an eye on the door? I'll be done in a minute."

Amina nodded standing by the closed door listening for any movement outside it. Soon, Hunter and Amellia appeared by her side, “alright, so do we just book it to wherever your ship is?” Amellia asked.

Amina glanced at Hunter and Amellia, her mind racing with possibilities. "Yeah, I think that's our best bet," she replied, her voice tinged with urgency. "We need to get off this planet before the Imperials catch up with us."

Hunter nodded in agreement, his expression tense with determination. "Let's go," he said, his voice low but firm as he led the way out of the suite and back into the hallway.

They moved quickly and quietly through the hotel, keeping to the shadows as they made their way toward the exit. Amina's heart pounded in her chest with every step, her senses on high alert as she scanned their surroundings for any sign of danger.

As they reached the lobby, Amina's heart sank at the sight of Imperial stormtroopers stationed at the entrance. She exchanged a worried glance with Hunter, her mind racing with possible escape routes. Amellia glanced nervously at the stormtroopers, her hands trembling with fear. "We can't go out that way," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as she turned to Amina and Hunter. "They'll catch us for sure."

Hunter's jaw clenched with determination as he scanned the area for an alternative exit. "There's got to be another way out," he murmured, his voice tinged with frustration as he wracked his brain for a solution.

Amina's eyes landed on a service entrance near the back of the lobby, her mind racing with possibilities. "There," she said, her voice filled with determination as she pointed toward the door. "That's our way out."

Without waiting for a response, Amina led the way toward the service entrance, her heart pounding in her chest as they moved quickly and quietly through the lobby. The stormtroopers were distracted, their attention focused on something else, giving them the perfect opportunity to slip out unnoticed.

As they reached the door, Amina's hand hovered over the handle, her breath catching in her throat as she prepared to make their escape. With a quick glance at Hunter and Amellia, she pushed open the door and stepped outside, the cool evening air washing over her skin as she scanned the area for any sign of danger.

The coast appeared to be clear, and Amina motioned for Hunter and Amellia to follow her as she made her way toward the street. They moved quickly but cautiously, keeping to the shadows as they navigated the deserted streets of Disunya.

"Where's your ship?" Amellia asked, her voice tinged with urgency as they hurried through the darkness.

Amina glanced at Hunter, who nodded in the direction of the spaceport. "It's not far," he replied, his voice low but determined as he led the way toward their destination. "We just need to keep moving."

As they reached the spaceport, Amina's heart raced with excitement at the sight of their ship waiting for them on the landing pad. She exchanged a relieved glance with Hunter, her mind buzzing with relief as they hurried toward their vessel.

Once they were safely aboard, Amina wasted no time in firing up the engines and starting takeoff as Hunter sat in the co-pilot’s seat. The engines hummed to life, the ship vibrating beneath them as it lifted off the landing pad and soared into the darkening sky.

Amina glanced over at Hunter, her heart pounding in her chest as she focused on piloting their way out of Disunya. "Hold on tight," she called out over the roar of the engines, her voice filled with determination as she guided the ship through the atmosphere.

Hunter nodded in response, his hands steady on the controls as he scanned the horizon for any sign of Imperial pursuit. "We're clear for now," he called out, his voice laced with relief as he leaned back in his seat, the tension slowly draining from his body.

Amina let out a sigh of relief, her grip on the controls loosening slightly as she allowed herself to relax for the first time since their harrowing escape. "Good," she murmured, her voice soft with gratitude as she glanced over at Hunter. "Thanks for having my back back there."

Hunter flashed her a reassuring smile, his eyes warm with affection as he reached out to squeeze her hand. "Always," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "We're in this together, remember? No matter what."

Amina smiled back at him, her heart swelling with love for the man who had become her rock in the darkest of times. "I know," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as she leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Amellia cleared her throat, standing in the cockpit’s doorway, “so I have questions, some of them are more like comments, but here we go. One, where are we going? Two, are you both formal soldiers? Three, this ties into my last question, are you Amina Skywalker? Because you look a lot like an action figure my little cousin has.”

Amina’s eyes widened, “action figure?” She mumbled.

“Oh, yeah. You and General Kenobi were my little cousin’s favorite. They don’t make them anymore thanks to the Empire, but…”

Amina stood up from the pilot’s seat, “well then, I am Amina Skywalker, and we are going to Pabu. It’s a remote planet where we live, you should be safe there.”

Amellia sat down in one of the seats, “cool, I’ve never met a Jedi, and I grew up on Coruscant.”

Hunter turned his chair around, “why was the Empire after you? You’re an Imperial.”

“Key word is ‘was’ an Imperial. I was a doctor in the Republic, and when the Empire formed I stuck around because at least I had a job, even if I didn’t like the thought of an Empire at all. But then I was sent with other Imperials to Disunya and they assigned me a patient. They said they wanted me to fake treatment and not actually treat him, to just let him die. I knew then that I could no longer work for them, so I ran. Turns out the Empire doesn’t take to kindly to deserters.”

"You're brave, Amellia," Amina said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "It takes a lot of courage to stand up to the Empire like that."

Amellia smiled weakly, her eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice tinged with weariness. "I just couldn't stand by and watch them do what they were doing. It wasn't right."

Hunter nodded in agreement, "we've seen firsthand the devastation they've caused across the galaxy."

"So, Pabu, huh?" Amellia said, breaking the tense silence that had settled over the cockpit. "What's it like?"

Amina smiled, her eyes bright with anticipation. "It's a remote planet, not too far from here," she explained. "It's peaceful, quiet, and secluded. A lot of refugees live there, including us and the squad since the Empire doesn’t take too kindly to deserters or Jedi.” Amina repeated Amellia’s words. “But you should get some rest, we still have a few hours ahead of us.”

---

Amina landed the ship on Pabu as Hunter exited first, carrying their bags as he went to say hello to Omega, Crosshair, and Wrecker.

Amellia stood by the ramp on the ship with Amina coming by her, “it’s… sunny. There’s not a lot of sunshine on Coruscant.”

Amina laughed, “no, there’s not. You’re welcome to stay at our place while you figure things out.”

“Thanks. So, who are they?” Amellia looked at Hunter and the group.

“Oh, their clones. Clones with mutations, my husband Hunter has enhanced senses, Wrecker has enhanced strength, and Crosshair is an excellent sniper.”

Amellia hummed, “he’s kind of cute.”

“Who?”

“Crosshair.” Amellia responded.

Amina tilted her head and frowned, “him? He’s broody, cold, and grumpy.”

“Hey, I’ve been on dates with 4 Imperial men, they only talk about themselves and how hard it is being a Captain. Like, get over yourself.”

As they stood by the ramp of the ship on Pabu, Amina chuckled at Amellia's comment about Crosshair. "Well, to each their own," she replied with a playful grin. "But if you're looking for someone a bit more... warm and friendly, I'd steer clear of him."

Amellia laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Point taken," she said, her voice light with laughter. "I'll keep that in mind. But I’ve always liked a challenge.”

Omega ran up the ramp as Amina kneeled down, hugging the young girl. “So, how was it? Other than the Imperials at the end.”

Amina smiled, “it was great. Omega, this is Amellia, she’s going to be staying with us for a while.”

Omega looked up at Amellia with curious eyes, extending a hand. “Hi, Amellia! Nice to meet you.”

Amellia shook her hand, smiling warmly. “Nice to meet you too, Omega.”

Omega's eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Are you staying with us for long?”

“For a little while, yes,” Amellia replied. “Until I figure things out.”

Omega nodded eagerly, "You'll like it here, it's really nice and everyone is super friendly."

Hunter approached, smiling at the interaction. “Omega, why don’t you show Amellia around? We’ll catch up with you in a bit.”

“Sure! Come on, I’ll show you my favorite spots,” Omega said, tugging Amellia gently by the hand.

As they walked off, Amina turned to Hunter, who was now setting their bags down. “That went better than expected.”

Hunter chuckled, “Yeah, didn’t expect to be running from stormtroopers on our honeymoon.”

Amina sighed, leaning against him. “The Empire’s reach is longer than we thought. But I’m glad we made it back safely.”

Hunter wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Me too. Let’s take a moment before we unpack.”

They walked together to a quiet spot overlooking the sea, taking in the peaceful view. Hunter squeezed her hand. “How are you feeling about everything?”

Amina took a deep breath. “Fine, actually. It’s just good we got out of there before the Empire got us.”

Hunter wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. They stood there in silence for a while, taking in the peaceful view of the ocean and the gentle sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was a stark contrast to the chaos they had just escaped, and Amina found herself feeling grateful for the sanctuary that Pabu offered.

After a few minutes, Hunter turned to her, his eyes softening as he looked into hers. “How about we go check on Amellia and Omega? See how they’re getting along.”

Amina smiled, nodding. “Good idea. Let’s go.”

They walked hand in hand back to their home, finding Omega and Amellia sitting on the porch, deep in conversation. Omega was animatedly pointing out different landmarks and talking about the local wildlife, while Amellia listened with genuine interest.

“Hey, you two,” Amina called out as they approached.

Omega jumped up, running over to them. “Amina, Hunter! Amellia loves it here! She says it’s so different from Coruscant.”

Amellia stood up, smiling warmly. “It really is beautiful here. Thank you for letting me stay.”

“Of course. I know Coruscant can be overwhelming at times.” Amina replied.

“Oh, yeah. You have no idea. I grew up in the mid-levels and all you could hear were speeders and high-speed chases. Some people don’t know how to sleep there.”

Amina nodded sympathetically, her own memories of the bustling city-planet flooding back to her. "I can imagine how noisy it must have been," she remarked, her voice soft with understanding. "Pabu is a far cry from that, that's for sure."

Hunter chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yeah, it's pretty quiet around here," he agreed, his voice filled with warmth. "But we like it that way."

Amellia smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she looked around at the serene landscape. "I can see why," she said, her voice tinged with appreciation. "It's so peaceful here, like a little slice of paradise."

Omega nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement. "It's the best," she declared, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "We have the beach, the forest, and all sorts of cool animals to see."

Amellia's eyes widened with interest. "Animals? What kind of animals?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Omega launched into a detailed explanation of the various creatures that inhabited Pabu, her words tumbling out in a rapid stream as she described each one with infectious enthusiasm. Amellia listened with rapt attention, her eyes sparkling with fascination as Omega painted a vivid picture of the diverse wildlife that called the planet home.

After a while, Omega paused to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "So, what do you think?" she asked, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Amellia grinned, her face lighting up with excitement. "It sounds amazing," she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I can't wait to see it all for myself."

Amina smiled at the exchange between Omega and Amellia, her heart swelling with gratitude for the young girl who had brought so much joy into their lives. "We'll show you around tomorrow," she promised, her voice warm with affection. "But for now, why don't we head inside? It's getting late."

Hunter nodded in agreement, his eyes flickering with concern as he glanced up at the darkening sky. "Yeah, we should get some rest," he agreed, his voice low but firm. "We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Amellia nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with excitement as she followed Amina and Hunter back into the house. As they settled in for the night, Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Despite the challenges they had faced, they were together, safe, and surrounded by friends. And for now, that was enough.

---

Amina and Hunter made their way to the kitchen after they woke up to see Amellia standing over the stove with Omega watching her from the table.

“Oh, hey! I hope you don’t mind, but I made breakfast.” Amellia said cheerfully, “I’m kinda of a morning person, but anyways I made Chandrilan Waffles and Spiced Bobotie for everyone.”

Amina smiled warmly at Amellia's enthusiasm. "That sounds amazing.”

“I could give you the recipes if you like. They’re my grandma’s.”

Amina laughed in response, “oh, no thanks. I can’t cook, I end up just burning everything.”

Hunter chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Yeah, I've seen your attempts at cooking," he teased gently, a playful glint in his eyes. "I think I'll stick to the cooking duties from now on."

Amellia smiled warmly at their banter, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, lucky for you both, I happen to be a pretty good cook," she said, her voice light with amusement. "So, breakfast is served."

They all gathered around the table, the tantalizing aroma of Chandrilan Waffles and Spiced Bobotie filling the air. Amellia served up generous portions onto each plate, her movements confident and sure as she passed them around.

As they dug into the delicious meal, conversation flowed easily between them. Amellia shared stories of her childhood on Coruscant, regaling them with tales of the bustling city-planet and the colorful characters she had encountered along the way.

Amina and Hunter listened with rapt attention, their laughter mingling with Amellia's as they swapped stories and reminisced about their own adventures.

After breakfast, they decided to take a leisurely stroll through the nearby forest, enjoying the tranquility of their surroundings as they wandered beneath the towering trees. Omega ran ahead, her laughter echoing through the woods as she chased after a butterfly, while Amina and Hunter followed close behind, hand in hand.

Amellia walked beside them, her eyes bright with wonder as she took in the natural beauty of Pabu. "It's so peaceful here," she remarked, her voice soft with awe. "I can see why you both love it so much." She turned around to face them as they stopped by a stand at the market, “there wouldn’t happen to be jobs here? Or perhaps any medical needs?”

“We could always ask Shep.” Amina said, glancing over at Hunter, “I think AZI could use some help.”

“AZI? As in a droid? Oh yeah, those droids suck, I once argued with one for 30 minutes because it thought that the radius and ulna was in the leg not the forearm.”

As Amellia finished her story about her encounter with the medical droid on Coruscant, Amina couldn't help but chuckle. "Sounds like you've had your fair share of run-ins with droids," she remarked, her voice tinged with amusement.

Amellia nodded emphatically, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you have no idea," she replied, her voice filled with laughter. "But enough about me. Tell me more about this AZI droid you mentioned. Is it as bad as the one I encountered?"

Amina exchanged a quick glance with Hunter before responding, “we brought him from Kamino. He’s probably a bit better than the one you talked about.”

Omega came running over, Wrecker and Crosshair behind her. “Amina, can we paint my walls? I know what color I want them.”

“After 12 months?” Crosshair said dryly.

As Crosshair's dry comment hung in the air, Amina couldn't help but chuckle at the familiar banter between them. "Well, Omega, what color do you want your walls?" she asked, turning her attention to the young girl with a smile.

Omega's eyes lit up with excitement as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "I want them blue, like the sky," she declared, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "And maybe some clouds painted on them too, to make it feel like I'm outside."

Amina grinned at Omega's suggestion, “blue it is," she said, reaching out to ruffle Omega's hair affectionately. "We'll get started on it right away." Amina looked over at Hunter, “I can take Omega out to the market to get paint and you can take Amellia to talk to Shep.”

Hunter nodded in agreement, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at Amina. "Sounds like a plan," he replied, his voice warm with affection. "We'll meet back here in a couple of hours?"

Amina nodded in agreement, returning his smile with one of her own. "Yep, sounds good," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Let's go, Omega. We've got some painting to do."

Omega grinned eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement as she followed Amina to the market, Wrecker following along.

Hunter watched them go, a fond smile on his face as he turned to Amellia. "Shall we?" he asked, gesturing for her to follow him as they made their way through the winding streets of Pabu. Amellia fell into step beside him, her eyes scanning their surroundings with curiosity as they walked. Crosshair walked behind them, keeping quiet.

---

Wrecker held three cans of paint as Omega looked over each one, “no. No. And no.” She said.

Wrecker let out a frustrated sigh as Omega rejected yet another shade of blue paint. "How many shades of blue could there be?" he muttered under his breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

Omega glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "A lot," she replied with a mischievous grin. "But don't worry, Wrecker. We'll find the perfect shade eventually."

Wrecker let out another groan, but his gruff expression softened as he looked down at Omega. "Okay, Omega. But can we please hurry? I'm starting to feel like a pack mule with all these paint cans."

Omega giggled, reaching out to pat Wrecker's arm affectionately. "Of course, Wrecker. Let's keep looking."

Amina and Omega looked over more cans of paint, and after the twentieth one, Omega gave a nod, “this is it!”

“Finally!” Wrecker exclaimed. He grabbed the can of paint along with a smaller white can, along with a few paintbrushes and rollers.

Amina chuckled as she handed over the credits. "Thank you for your patience, Wrecker. I know it took a while, but Omega has a vision."

Omega beamed up at Wrecker, her excitement palpable. "Yeah, it's going to look amazing! Thank you for helping, Wrecker."

Wrecker ruffled Omega's hair affectionately. "Anything for you, kiddo."

They gathered their supplies and made their way back to the house, Omega skipping ahead, humming a cheerful tune.

Back at the house, they set up in Omega's room, laying down drop cloths and prepping the walls. Amina and Omega worked together to tape off the edges while Wrecker opened the paint cans, preparing the rollers.

"This is going to look so good," Omega said, her voice filled with excitement as she dipped a brush into the blue paint and made the first stroke on the wall. "I can't wait to see it finished."

"Me neither," Amina replied with a smile, watching as Omega's enthusiasm spread through the room. "Let's make sure we do a good job. Hunter will be impressed when he sees it." Amina turned around to Wrecker, “hey, maybe you could get us some food? What would you like, honey?” She asked Omega.

After a few moments of contemplation, Omega spoke up, "I could go for some nerf nuggets," she said.

Amina chuckled at Omega’s choice, nodding in agreement. "Sounds good to me," she replied with a smile. "Do you think you could pick up some dessert as well? Maybe some Chandrilan sweetcakes?"

Wrecker's grin widened at the mention of dessert. "You got it," he said, giving Amina a thumbs-up before heading out the door.

As Wrecker made his way to the market to fulfill their food order, Amina and Omega continued to work on painting Omega's room. With each stroke of the brush, the room transformed, taking on a new life with every layer of paint.

Omega hummed to herself as she carefully painted the walls, her movements precise and deliberate. After half an hour, Amina started to notice Omega getting bored, so to lighten the mood she swiped finger on the paint roller and across Omega’s cheek.

Amina chuckled mischievously as she swiped a finger across Omega's cheek with the paint roller, leaving a streak of blue paint behind. Omega gasped in surprise, her eyes widening as she stared at her reflection in the nearby mirror.

"Amina!" Omega exclaimed, her voice a mixture of shock and amusement. "You got paint on my face!"

Amina couldn't help but laugh at Omega's reaction, her own face breaking into a wide grin. "Oops, my bad," she replied, trying to sound apologetic but failing to suppress her amusement. "But you have to admit, it does suit you."

Omega scrunched up her nose in mock indignation, but a giggle escaped her lips as she reached for a paintbrush, dipping it into the can of blue paint. "Oh, it's on now," she declared, her eyes dancing with mischief as she advanced towards Amina with the paintbrush raised.

Amina raised her hands in surrender, her laughter ringing through the room. "Okay, okay, truce!" she exclaimed, trying to dodge Omega's playful attack. But Omega was relentless, chasing Amina around the room with the paintbrush in hand, both of them laughing uncontrollably.

As Hunter, Amellia, and Crosshair got back to the house with Wrecker right behind them they heard laughter.

As they walked into Omega’s room to find one wall completely painted, along with Amina and Omega covered in swatches and splatters of blue paint, Hunter couldn't help but chuckle at the scene before him. "Looks like you two had fun," he remarked, his voice warm with affection as he surveyed the room.

Amina grinned sheepishly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she wiped a smudge of blue paint from her forehead. "We may have gotten a little carried away," she admitted, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she glanced over at Omega, who was still holding the paintbrush with a mischievous grin.

Omega giggled, her eyes shining with excitement as she looked around the room. "It's going to look so good when it's finished," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I can't wait to show Wrecker."

Wrecker grinned from ear to ear as he entered the room, his arms laden with bags of food. "What did I miss?" he asked, his voice booming with amusement as he took in the sight of Amina and Omega covered in paint.

"Looks like we missed out on all the fun," Amellia said, her eyes dancing with amusement as she surveyed the room. "But don't worry, there's still plenty of painting left to do."

Hunter nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on Amina as he took in her messy appearance with a fond smile. "Well, it looks like you two have everything under control," he said, his voice soft with affection. "We'll leave you to it."

As the others filed out of the room, leaving Amina and Omega to finish painting, Hunter lingered behind for a moment, his eyes lingering on Amina's face. "You okay?" he asked softly, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

Amina nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she met Hunter's gaze. "Yeah, I'm okay," she replied, her voice soft with reassurance. "Just happy to be here, with you."

Hunter's heart swelled with warmth at her words, his love for her shining in his eyes as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm happy to be here with you too," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, before Hunter reluctantly pulled away, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "But I think it's time I let you two get back to work," he said, nodding towards Omega and Amina with a chuckle.

Amina laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with affection as she turned back to Omega, who was eagerly waiting to resume painting. "Alright, let's finish this," she said, her voice filled with determination as she picked up a paintbrush and got back to work.

As they worked together to finish painting Omega's room, the hours flew by in a blur of laughter and camaraderie. By the time they were done, the room was transformed into a cozy sanctuary, with blue walls adorned with fluffy white clouds that seemed to stretch on forever.

Omega grinned from ear to ear as she surveyed the room, her eyes shining with excitement. "It's perfect," she declared, her voice filled with joy. "Thank you, Amina."

Amina smiled warmly at Omega, her heart swelling with love for the young girl. "You're welcome, Omega," she replied, her voice soft with affection. "I'm glad you like it."

As they admired their handiwork, Hunter stepped into the room, a tray of nerf nuggets and Chandrilan sweetcakes in hand. "Food's ready," he announced, his voice tinged with excitement. "Who's hungry?"

Omega's eyes lit up at the sight of the food, her stomach rumbling with anticipation. "Me!" she exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she eagerly reached for a plate of nerf nuggets.

---

Hunter walked into the kitchen looking around for the girls when Crosshair looked over from the couch, “they went shopping. Amellia needed clothes.”

Hunter nodded in response, grabbing a piece of the breakfast meat pie Amellia made.

Omega held a few different shirts and dresses for herself as Amellia and Amina looked around, “are all of these handmade?” Amellia asked.

“Most of them, yeah. Pabu doesn’t really get shipments so a majority of the things here and handmade.” Amina replied, taking a lilac-colored shirt off the rack and hanging it over her arm.

“You have contracture scars and laceration scars.” Amellia spoke as Amina turned to face her, “oh- I mean- sorry if I was abrupt or anything.”

Amina shook her head, “it’s alright.”

Amellia took a flowy white shirt off the rack inspecting it, “if you don’t mind me asking, where did they come from?”

An emerald green shirt caught Amina’s eye as she looked at the size and placed it over her arm, “most came from when I was captured by Palpatine, but the scars on my arms came from Hemlock.”

“Dr. Royce Hemlock?”

“Yeah, do you know him?” Amina questioned.

“I had an interview with him a few years ago, he actually offered me a job, but I declined it. I didn’t want to be involved in those kinds of experiments.”

Amina's gaze softened with empathy as she looked at Amellia. Despite the horrors they had both witnessed, there was a strength in Amellia's resolve that Amina couldn't help but admire. "You made the right choice," she said, her voice gentle with reassurance. "It takes courage to stand up against injustice, even when it's easier to look the other way. Plus, Hemlock’s dead now. Hopefully we won’t have to deal with more people like him for a long time.”

“Well, thank the maker for that.” Amellia grinned, “now, I have a question.” She held up a yellow shirt, “now, tell me honestly, does this drown me out?”

Amina tilted her head as Omega walked over, “a little bit, yeah.”

Omega nodded in agreement, her brow furrowing slightly as she studied Amellia's complexion. "Yeah, maybe you need darker colors since you're a little... pale," she said, her voice thoughtful as she considered the different clothing options.

Amellia chuckled at Omega's blunt assessment, her lips quirking up into a playful grin. "Well, I suppose I can't argue with that," she replied, holding up the yellow shirt and examining it once more. "Darker colors it is, then."

Amina nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the racks of clothing as she considered their options. "How about this?" she suggested, holding up a deep blue dress with intricate embroidery along the neckline. "It's dark enough to complement your complexion, and the embroidery adds a nice touch."

Amellia's eyes lit up with excitement as she took the dress from Amina, holding it up against herself in front of the mirror. "Oh, I love it!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with delight as she admired the way the dress hugged her curves. "What do you think?"

Omega nodded in approval, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "It looks great on you," she said, her voice sincere as she gave Amellia a thumbs-up. "Definitely better than the yellow."

Amellia grinned at Omega's approval, her confidence bolstered by their encouragement. "Thanks, guys," she said, her voice warm with gratitude. "I think I'll take this one. And, another question, where do you get the credits from?”

“It started out with me teaching a few of the force sensitive kids on the island, but then Rex and Echo brought some young clone cadets. Then, some of the parents on the island had their kids come over to learn some basic combat skills and meditation. Now, it’s kind of like an after-school program and they decided to pay me.”

“What about the rest?” Amellia asked.

“Wrecker helps some of the local’s fish, Crosshair will occasionally help out the mechanics, and Hunter helps Shep around the island.” Omega answered.

As Omega finished explaining how they earned credits on Pabu, Amellia nodded thoughtfully, taking in the information. "That's quite impressive," she remarked, her voice filled with admiration. "It sounds like you've all found ways to contribute to the community here."

Amina smiled warmly at Amellia's words, her heart swelling with pride for the makeshift family they had formed on Pabu. "Yeah, we all do what we can to help out," she replied, her voice tinged with affection. "It's not always easy, but it's worth it. But anyways, how’s being a doctor here?”

“Oh, my goodness, while I’m glad a lot of people don’t get brutally injured, I like having something to fix other than a cold or a headache. At least on Coruscant I got to treat blaster wounds.”

“You may have to deal with Wrecker’s concussions at some point. He somehow always hits his head.” Omega playfully added.

Omega's playful comment about Wrecker's concussions drew a laugh from both Amina and Amellia.

"He does seem to have a knack for that," Amina agreed, shaking her head fondly. "We've patched him up more times than I can count."

Amellia smiled, looking intrigued. "Well, I guess it's good to know I'll have some practice keeping my skills sharp, even if it's just for Wrecker's head."

Omega grinned. "It's kind of his specialty. But don't worry, he's tougher than he looks."

Back at the house, Hunter was waiting for them, his eyes lighting up as Amina walked through the door. "Hey, how was the shopping trip?" he asked, pulling her into a gentle hug.

"It was fun," Amina replied, resting her head against his chest. "We found some great stuff, and Omega gave Amellia some fashion advice."

“Yep, I’m going to be the best-looking doctor this side of the galaxy.” Amellia said, looking over at Crosshair in the corner who was cleaning his rifle.

As Amellia made her playful remark about being the best-looking doctor in the galaxy, she glanced over at Crosshair, who was meticulously cleaning his rifle in the corner of the room. The corners of Crosshair's lips twitched upward into a faint smirk as he glanced up at Amellia, his sharp eyes appraising her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

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Amina walked to the front door after hearing the knock on the door. Hunter was out helping Shep, Omega was at school, and Amellia was doing her shift at the medical center. She had around an hour before she had to head to the field with the kids and she was going to spend it reorganizing the bedroom when the knock sounded out.

She opened the door to find Mox, one of the younger clones Hunter and Wrecker found while searching for Omega. “Hey, Mox. What are you doing here?”

He lifted a package from the hovercart, “a package came for you. Have a good day, General!”

“It’s Amina, Mox!” He held up a thumb as she shook her head and brought the package in the house. There was no return label at all, no sign of who it was from.

They’ve never even received mail since living on Pabu.

Amina carefully opened the package, the lid opening as she picked up an Eye of Mesra, a toy she played with on Tatooine. Her fingers traced the round toy, remembering how she would have Anakin ask her questions and she would tell him what the Eye said.

It was nothing more than a toy she played with to pass the time, and there were a few times that Anakin would tell her to pull it out if she was scared or sad to cheer her up.

Who would’ve sent this? Part of her wondered if her assumption was correct, or if this was someone else playing around with her emotions.

She looked inside the box to find a small comm at the bottom. Amina grabbed it and twisted it over before pressing the button only for words to pop up, “consider this a wedding gift, Lucky.”

Her hand came to her mouth, her suspicions confirmed. Anakin, or rather Vader, sent her a wedding gift. How he knew she got married, or that she was still on Pabu she didn’t know. He even used the nickname he gave her when they were little, Lucky.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Amina set the Eye of Mesra toy aside and focused on the comm device. She pressed the button once more, half-expecting the message to vanish, but the words remained, glowing softly on the screen: "Consider this a wedding gift, Lucky."

Her mind raced as she tried to process the implications of Vader reaching out to her. Was it a gesture of goodwill, or something more sinister? Did he have ulterior motives, or was he genuinely trying to extend an olive branch?

If he knew where she lived, why hadn’t the Empire come? Why wasn’t he storming Pabu to take her back to the Emperor?

The more she thought about it and held the toy in her hand, the more she realized that it was nothing more than a gift. She felt it.

There would be no reason for him to send a thoughtful gift, something from their childhood to her with any ill intentions. She looked at the Eye of Mesra and thought it over, “is this really just a gift?” She asked the toy quietly.

As she looked at the inner blue section of the toy, its answer appeared, “yes.”

Sure, it was just a toy, but its answer calmed her down. She still knew that Anakin was in there somewhere.

There was good in him, and she hoped that one day she would be proved right.

i am very excited to introduce amellia!! i have a few ideas for her story, and i may have already given a small hint about it…

tags: @callsign-denmark

#tbb hunter #tbb hunter x oc #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x you #tbb hunter x fem!jedi #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #hunter tbb x oc #hunter tbb x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #sergeant hunter x oc #star wars fanfiction #tbb hunter x amina skywalker

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rookthorne · 9 months

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

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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

— 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 of 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 '𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡

Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader

𝐅

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

— 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚 of 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲

Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader

𝐏 + 𝐅

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

— 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 of 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

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

— 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 of 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

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

— 𝐎𝐡, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 of 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭

Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader

𝐅

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

— 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 of 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

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

— 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 of 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader

𝐅

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

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lemonluvgirl · 1 year

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The Designation Games (Part 2)

Ya’ll are in luck, I busted my butt this weekend to not only revamp this story, and edit it, but I also wrote another chapter/part. And I added some typical Alpha/Omega smut adjacent behavior! Enjoy, your thirsty babies ;)

The Remake Center was everything Haymitch had warned them it would be and more.

After a long day of being poked, prodded, tested, waxed, plucked, and scrubbed to near death, She, and all the other tributes were released back to their rooms at the training facility. The preps explained it was so they could eat and rest and talk strategy with their mentors until the next morning when they would meet their stylists and receive the results of their genetic testing.

Katniss did her best to remain cooperative when the strange people who made up her ‘prep team’ worked on her body. They were like a trio of colorful birds who flitted about with their strange tools and chirped in their odd Capitol accents. They were all betas and didn’t make one comment about her designation. They were too preoccupied with the sorry state of her nail beds and her split ends.

Things Katniss had never had cause to fuss over in her life before. They complimented her in the end though and said she was a change of pace to work on because she never complained. After she thanked them for their services and they gushed over her. She had a feeling she had made allies of them or at least endeared them to herself. And while she didn’t think they would be of any help when she was in the arena she also acknowledged the fact that acting agreeable could be of some benefit in the week preceding the start of the Games. These were the people in charge of making her look presentable to the Capitol audiences, which in turn helped her garner sponsors. So she took Haymitch’s advice and didn’t fight them, even when they poured hot wax on her legs and yanked out the hairs section by section.

Later, at dinner, with Haymitch, Peeta, and their escort, Effie, she tried to pace herself in between courses.

While the dining on the train had been lavish, here in the tribute center it was even more opulent. The meal was an entire affair, with things like appetizers, and something called hors d'oeuvres, salad, and soup courses. All that before even getting to the main course. Then there was dessert. By the time it was over, she was relieved to not feel sick again like she had the first night on the train.

Everyone made small talk, about the prepping process, and Katniss and Peeta had informed Haymitch that they followed his instructions to the letter.

“Good, because the preps report to the stylists and they can make or break you come time for the interviews. You need to stay on their good sides.” Haymitch cautioned as he placed a hand over the top of his drink when an Avox, a mute demi-human servant, came over to try and refill his glass.

It made Katniss feel slightly better to see Haymitch taking it easy on the drinking, and focusing more on the conversation.

She hoped things would stay that way throughout the next few days while they prepared for the Games.

When Haymitch invited them to the roof for a nightcap, she almost declined out of principle, but Haymitch practically ordered her to accompany him and Peeta. Effie was miffed about being excluded but Haymitch put her off, citing mentor/tribute privilege.

When they finally got up to the roof, it was late and Katniss was disappointed to see that the stars were rendered almost invisible by the brightness of the Capitol lights. The sight made her chest ache with a longing for home so acute that she had to stifle a small whimper. She felt more than heard Peeta shifting closer to her, maybe alerted to something in her scent that signaled distress.

Katniss almost groaned in frustration. She didn’t want him hovering, worrying about her like she was some weak and pathetic creature just because of her designation. But at the same time, something inside her felt pulled towards him and his rich and calming scent, like she was on an invisible string. It was a concerted effort to remain as she was. She didn’t want to shrink in fear, or approach in curiosity. Still, she felt Peeta studying her as if searching for the slightest change in her demeanor.

“Alright, so I figured it was time for us three to have some more honest talk.” Haymitch began, getting her attention as he beckoned them over to a section of the roof that contained a small garden replete with windchimes.

He took out a flask and then produced two small tea cups from his coat pockets. He proceeded to unscrew the cap on his flask and tip it into the first cup, filling it midway with some kind of light brown liquid.

“Drink this.” He said, passing the cup to Peeta. Peeta took it gingerly, careful not to spill but he didn’t immediately drink it either. Haymitch didn’t bother repeating his instruction, but went on to pour some liquid into the second cup and then he extended his arm to offer the cup to Katniss.

She automatically shook her head. She felt her skin pimple into goosebumps with awareness like it did whenever she felt danger or risk had entered a situation.

“I don’t want it.” She said in refusal.

Haymitch made an impatient noise and thrust the cup at her, barely managing to not spill the contents.

“Just drink it.” He ordered. She frowned, and opened her mouth to argue, but was cut off.

“We already had wine with dinner, Haymitch.” Peeta protested, seemingly on her behalf. Katniss frowned, formulating a retort in her mind to let Peeta know she didn’t want or need his interference.

“This is the part where you both start trusting your mentor because he knows what the hell he’s doing.” Haymitch asserted in a steely tone and after a moment Katniss reached out and took the cup.

It was lukewarm and only smelled faintly of alcohol.

“What’s in this?” She questioned, unable to help herself.

“Something to calm your nerves. It should help you both concentrate.” Haymitch promised.

She lifted the cup to her nose and underneath the light liquor scent, she detected some familiar notes of herbs and spices. Tea and something else.

“Is it a suppressant?” Peeta asked in a skeptical tone. Katniss’ mind nearly boggled to hear Peeta say the word. Suppressants were illegal, at least in the districts. The Capitol didn’t want their district workforce to have access to anything that could help them hide their Alpha or Omega natures. So no, suppressants were not something brought up in casual conversation.

“Something like that,” Haymitch said before taking a gulp from his own flask. “Don’t worry, it’s perfectly fine here in the Capitol. They give it to us mentors all the time.” He said, then he noticed his tributes’ nervous expressions and he spoke again, “We can speak freely here. The wind and the chimes drown out most listening devices.” Haymitch added.

Katniss breathed in and inhaled the rich and earthy smell of the tea that had been infused with whatever Haymitch kept in his flask. The sharp scent of the middle-aged alpha man in front of her also made its way to her nostrils when she inhaled, plus the deeply distracting but fresh and soothing scent of the young alpha next to her.

The tea itself smelled remarkably similar to the one she remembered her mother brewing at home for her father, in the years before the Capitol found them. Her mother had been a district trained healer before she became an Alpha’s mate. She had a vast knowledge of plants and herbs and the various ways to combine them.

Katniss took a small sip of the tea. Peeta, after seeing her, did the same. Then they all waited. A minute passed by and a slight tingling sensation started on her tongue and made its way down her throat. Then it spread, slowly through her body.

It did make her feel calmer, in a way. The scent of the two Alphas near her became muted and she was able to take deeper breaths. The suppressant in the tea dulled her senses as well, but right now that was what she probably needed. Being in the presence of two alphas was not an everyday occurrence for her. Especially when she felt so out of sorts. She quickly drained her cup dry, diving into the comfort it provided. A few minutes ago she had felt prickly and ready to flee or fight, like her every instinct was heightened and every nerve in her body had been sent on high alert.

But the herbs in the tea helped her to push those clamoring sensations down, and focus. Besides that, the taste reminded her of home.

“What do you know about the different designations?” Their mentor asked, breaking the silence. He was looking at her, not at Peeta. She felt singled out for a moment, but then again, she had been the one who was thrown off the most by her mentor’s discussion of heats and ruts, and the intricacies of Alpha and Omega dynamics.

She looked into his Seam gray eyes and felt placated by the lack of artifice in them.

“I know-” She hesitated, wishing she had paid more attention in her history of designations class when she was in school. She had been too preoccupied with her plans for hunting and foraging. With staying alive.

“I know what everyone knows I guess. What they taught in school. There are three distinct types—alpha, beta, and omega.” She offered.

Haymitch nodded at this but remained silent as if encouraging her to go on. Peeta shifted slightly, turning as if to get a better view of her while she spoke. It almost made her scowl, but she resisted the urge. Determined to ignore it, and answer the question, she focused on Haymitch.

After a moment she resumed.

“Designations were the reason for the catastrophes that destroyed the modern world in the previous era. They caused wars and unrest and the human race tore itself to pieces because alphas and omegas couldn’t suppress their savage natures. The Capitol says that’s why they can’t allow alphas and omegas to live among betas. That’s why they are reaped for the Designation Games. To weed out the unmanageable ones. To keep the beta population safe from violence and savagery.” She says in an almost rote tone, something she memorized to pass an examination, but never took to heart. The words leave a bad taste in her mouth.

Her father was an alpha and he hadn’t been a mindless, violent savage. Neither had her mother been a hapless Omega slave he ordered about. They had been a man and woman, human as any other. Who loved each other and their family.

The fact that others like them were reaped and forced to fight to the death savagely, simply for being born something other than a beta, wasn’t a flaw of designation, it was the error of those who came up with the Games and those who perpetuated them. Anyone would fight to preserve their life. Alpha, omega, or beta alike.

“Did you know that everyone alive today has an alpha or omega in their ancestry? And you don’t even need to go back very far. As little as four generations in most people.” Haymitch asked before taking a sip from his flask.

Katniss blinked at him, startled.

He ignored her look of shock and forged ahead.

“What they don’t teach in the districts is the history of post-cataclysmic genetics, it's not essential for most of the jobs we do. Miners don’t need advanced schooling to break down rocks. But in the Capitol, the history of designations also comes with a genetics class. Everyone who has gone through secondary school there can tell you that alphas and omegas make up an integral part of the population. Something like 60 to 70%.”

“But that’s just not possible,” Peeta said, taking the words right out of her mouth.

“It is actually because it’s not their primary designation. It’s their secondary designation. Their dormant designation.” Haymitch disclosed quietly.

“Wait, what? How can someone have two designations? And how can one of them be what did you say--dormant?” Peeta said in a bewildered tone while Katniss stood in stunned silence.

“After the catastrophe that destroyed North America, the survivors, all the scientists, and leaders did their best to try and correct the problem of designations. They envisioned a world full of betas, without the messiness of alpha and omega instincts. At first, they thought to breed alphas and omegas out of the population entirely, but there weren’t enough people left to successfully eliminate those designations. They needed alphas and omegas, specifically because alphas and omegas are among the most naturally fertile, especially when paired together. So, instead of trying to breed alphas and omegas out, they tried to alter their genetic makeup to bypass their baser instincts. Suppressants only worked as long as alphas and omegas took them and had access to them. Which, in a post-apocalyptic world, that had suffered a major collapse of infrastructure and industry, was not a long-term solution. So the idea was to overwrite alpha and omega DNA with beta DNA and breed a new generation of people who despite their parents’ designations, would never go into heat, or rut, or show signs of being anything other than even-tempered betas.”

“That’s…” Peeta began but trailed off.

“Yes, it's quite the feat of science,” Haymitch said the words with a spiteful sort of sarcasm.

“Wait. How can you tell us all of this? Isn’t it some kind of secret? I mean, why keep it from the people in the district if it's a part of history?” Katniss finally found her voice, and she questioned Haymitch while her eyes narrowed skeptically.

“Well, there are two parts to that answer. Let’s take the easiest one first. It’s not exactly a secret. The information is out there, but not many people are smart enough to connect the dots. I believe they teach something about genetic failure in the school unless things have changed since my day.” Haymitch said arching a brow.

Katniss thought for a moment, she vaguely recalled her monotone history teacher's voice saying something along those lines, and posters in the school hallways encouraging people to make note of their friends and family members’ temperaments in the event of GF.

She nodded, carefully. Beside her, Peeta gave a sound of agreement.

“Right, so, genetic failure occurs when something goes wrong with an individual’s written code. It’s uncontrollable, and it only occurs during the late adolescent stage of development, when a person’s hormones are still fluctuating and unpredictable. That’s why only people between the ages of 16-18 present. There’s a breakdown in the genetic programming that allows the individual’s secondary designation to overcome the beta overlay.” Haymitch explained.

“Oh.” Katniss sat back with a frown. She tried to wrap her mind around the idea that she, and the people like her, her father, mother, Haymitch, and Peeta, had their lives upended and often cut short because of a failure of genetic programming. A failure they had no control over, if what Haymtich was saying was correct.

“So why even have the Games? Why not just round up every person who presents as an alpha or omega and execute them?” She demanded, angrily. Haymitch frowned at her, but after a moment he replied.

“For the same reason that the scientists couldn’t breed alphas and omegas out of the gene pool. We are integral to the population. Without the assistance of alpha and omega fertility, an all-beta population would go extinct within three generations. Society is still recovering from the cataclysms. Our population can only handle so much pruning at this point. We still need alphas and omegas, even those who somehow overcome their genetic programming. They need young alphas and omegas that are bright and capable, smart, and able to curb their instincts as well as utilize them. They need them to win the Games and contribute to the local population.” Haymitch informed.

“Is that why the children of victors are often reaped?” Katniss asked, her voice alight with realization.

“For the most part. Victors tend to have large families, and though the majority of their offspring often turn out beta dominant, there’s always the chance that one or two might present as something else.”

“So that leaves the other half of the question. Why are you telling us this?” Peeta asked.

“All the mentors inform their tributes at some point. Most do it on their first night on the train. Unfortunately, that night I was indisposed.” He paused here, and Katniss is sure they are all recalling how he had gotten so drunk they hadn’t even seen him until the next day.

“But I’m clear-headed enough now, so I thought it best not to beat around the bush any longer.” Haymitch said.

“So all the other tributes will know about dual designations?” Peeta queried in a serious voice.

“Yes. And they’ll be out to play you and your natures against each other. Which is why I want you two to present a united front. This has to look like a team effort, you two are going to be friends, like we talked about. Close friends for the next few days.” Haymitch said in a more commanding tone.

“You want Peeta to put his what where?!” Katniss almost shouted. They had been discussing their strategy for how the two of them would tackle their training session tomorrow.

It would be the first time they met all the other tributes, and Haymitch had some crazy plan that was supposed to create some kind of scent barrier that would keep the other Alphas and Omegas from getting too close.

“Shh.” Haymitch hushed her harshly.

Peeta was already shaking his head.

“I’m not going to do that. That’s—it would be too much, Haymitch!” Peeta replied testily.

Katniss stole a glance at him. The spot of color high on his cheeks told her he was as uncomfortable with this idea as she was.

“You two are the strongest contenders that 12 has produced in years. I can smell how strong you are and I’m old and sloshed more than half the time. Those sharks down there,” Haymitch stopped to point to the floor, and Katniss took his gesture to mean the other tributes who were occupying the floors of the training center below them, “they’ll be able to smell it too. The tributes from the Career districts look for angles to exploit like this. Those with demi-human parentage train at a special academy from the time they’re young. They specifically spend time around other Alphas and Omegas on purpose to prepare for the Games. They desensitize themselves for years until they are basically immune to the opposite gender’s pheromones. And then they volunteer when they turn eighteen. They will single you out, play their little games and force a physical response that will put you at a disadvantage. In the past five years, I’ve had one or both of my tributes sabotaged with premature heat or rut before the gong even sounded. Trust me when I say you don’t want to start off the Games doped up out of your mind on some Capitol concoction to pause a heat or rut, and then be forced to sweat out the meds and wait for your full senses to come back to you. The Careers will get the upper hand and they will hunt you down if you two try to go it alone.” Their mentor told them in a deadly serious tone.

Katniss felt the blood drain from her face as the scenario that Haymitch had just painted sprung to life in her mind. Real terror clawed it's way up her throat.

Peeta appeared beside her, suddenly closer than he had been a second ago, his hand clutching the cup tightly in his grip. A soft growl escaped his lips.

Katniss looked over at him with shock, but he was staring directly at Haymitch, not quite baring his teeth, but it certainly wasn’t a smile that was on his face.

Haymitch merely rolled his eyes, dismissing Peeta’s behavior. Katniss looked down and away from them, fighting the urge to blush. Why did the idea of Peeta growling at Haymitch because of her make her heart race?

“That’s a good start, but save it for training. The wind chimes cover a lot but they don’t cover shouting or fighting. And you better finish drinking your tea boy. No need for all that posturing with me.” Haymitch warned in a half-amused tone.

“Alright, say we believe you about how serious it is that the other tributes will want to sabotage us, what’s to say that Peeta…what did you call it? Scenting me? Won’t do the same thing and trigger a biological response anyway?” Katniss asked, wanting to get off the topic of alpha posturing and back on their strategic planning.

“Because I’ll be here to supervise,” Haymitch replied.

“I don’t know if that makes me feel better or—” Katniss said, uncomfortable with the idea of not only letting Peeta scent her but also with the stipulation that a third party would be present to watch them. It sounded creepy.

“Look, I don’t get off on teenage fumbling if that’s what you’re worried about. Besides, you have all the charm of a dead slug, sweetheart. No, I would be there to make sure you two follow instructions and don’t get carried away. Also, I’d be dosing you two with some light suppressants right before each scenting session so your responses would be mitigated.” Haymitch explained.

Katniss bit back a few choice words, especially after hearing him liken her to a dead slug. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense.

What possible reason could Haymitch have for instructing his tributes to bond together in such a way? For all his faults he really didn’t appear to be a pervert. And if Peeta was in the same precarious position she was in, didn’t it make sense for the two of them to help each other?

This was just a strategy.

It was all part of playing the Games.

So if that was true, why did it feel like some insane voice in her head was practically purring at the thought of Peeta rubbing his scent all over her?

“Okay,” Katniss said, almost too quickly.

Haymitch looked over towards Peeta.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Peeta asked Haymitch, voice full of concern.

“Much safer than some random Omega stealthing you with her slick on your scent glad when you’re not looking, boy.” Haymitch replied tersely.

Katniss let out a quiet gasp.

Did Omegas really do that???

She couldn’t even imagine…

Ok, no stop it. She told herself, immediately trying to erase the mental image of rubbing her own wet fingers over the raised, puffy gland on Peeta’s neck.

She was suddenly very glad for the tea Haymitch had given her. In fact, she wondered if he had any more on hand.

Katniss cleared her throat, “So what do we have to do?”

They were directed to sit down beside each other. Peeta led her, hand hovering above the small of her back to the small bench in the rooftop garden.

For the first few minutes, they simply sat next to each other and Haymitch asked them to concentrate on each other’s scent and proximity.

Katniss could taste Peeta’s trepidation on the roof of her tongue, and she was sure he could probably taste hers. But underneath that, there was an undercurrent of other notes in his scent.

Skepticism, uncertainty, and faint flickers of…anticipation? Excitement?

She tried to concentrate on his scent but the more she tuned into him, the fuzzier her thoughts became.

That same languid warmth spread through her again, slowly, making her relax and filling her with a strange sort of comfort.

In the quietness of that headspace, Katniss heard the voice that had been swimming in the back of her mind, not quite loud enough to be heard before, but always present, and lurking ever since she went through her fever.

Alpha is strong and kind. He would be a good mate. We must show him our neck. We must be good! Please our Alpha, and he will care for us!

“Oh, my odds! What the hell was that?!” Katniss spoke up, startled.

She heard Haymitch try and stifle a chuckle.

“That, I’d hazard to guess, would be your Omega voice, sweetheart,” Haymitch replied.

“My what?” Katniss asked, bewildered.

“You know, the mental manifestation of your biological imperatives. The little voice that tells you to suck up to any Alpha in the vicinity. She’s an untrustworthy little bitch, but it’s better that you get acquainted with her now and get used to ignoring her bullshit advice than being blindsided during the Games.” Haymitch explained.

“How? How do you know she’s untrustworthy?” Katniss managed to ask after a brief pause.

“Because Alphas have their own stupid little voice. Except it ain’t so little and its twice as stupid. Am I right, boy?” Haymitch asked, looking over at Peeta.

Peeta now had his eyes open and was regarding Haymitch with something like frustration.

But when Katniss turned her attention to him he refocused on her.

“I—um, yeah. I started to hear it after I came out of my fever.” Peeta admitted, one hand scratching the back of his neck self-consciously.

“What does it say to you?” Katniss asked, genuinely curious.

“It’s always barking at me about stupid things. I honestly just try to ignore it, most of the time.” Peeta replied vaguely.

Katniss wanted to press him for more information but Haymitch cleared his throat.

“As much as I love you all’s little sharing fest, it's getting late and you two have to get an early start tomorrow. So, now that you both have been introduced to your hormonal alter egos, I say we get this show on the road.” Haymitch drawled impatiently.

Katniss felt her heart speed up, and the now significantly louder voice inside her head was practically salivating at the idea of letting Peeta scent her.

Peeta for his part look slightly stressed and hesitated to come any closer to her.

“Um, do you want to—?”

“We should just—”

They both began speaking at the same time and behind them, Haymitch let out an exasperated sigh.

“Sometime before my liver gives out on me.” Their mentor needled them.

“Now you’re just outlining the benefits for us to drag this out.” Peeta bit back turning his head to stare down their mentor over his shoulder. His comment was rather acerbic and surprising to Katniss.

But then she giggled. She realized if there was one thing she could get on board with Peeta about, it was serving up some sass to their slightly overbearing mentor.

Peeta’s head whipped back around at the sound of her laugh and his eyes widened. He seemed stunned that he had made her laugh.

Katniss’ eyes crinkled, and she held her smile, willing him to see that it was ok.

His gaze locked on her smiling lips, and he breathed out a relieved breath. Then he gave her a smile that was so genuine and sweet, with just a hint of shyness that it made her inner Omega practically swoon.

Katniss found herself leaning in without thinking, and tilting her head slightly to offer up her neck to him.

Peeta’s pupils grew dilated, and he sucked in a breath. The tip of his tongue poked out of his mouth to wet his soft-looking, plush, and rosy lips. He leaned in, but then pulled back slightly.

Katniss fought a whimper, and the urge to pull his mouth down to her neck.

He reached out and gently took her hand.

“Is this okay?” He asked, blue eyes holding hers until they darted back down to her neck, and the soft patch of skin that was beginning to throb under his scrutiny.

“Yes,” Katniss breathed the word softly, in a voice that she would have been embarrassed to hear coming from her mouth at any other time.

Peeta nodded to himself and leaned in.

She had expected him to start licking immediately. Because that was how Haymitch had explained it. An Alpha’s saliva could create a temporary bond with an Omega if applied directly to her scent gland, and vice versa.

So Katniss was surprised when Peeta’s lips placed a tentative kiss on the side of her neck instead, right above her scent gland.

But still, even with that tiny, almost chase kiss, it felt like her body had erupted with heat.

“Oh,” She exclaimed, involuntarily, in a high and surprised voice and it seemed to trigger something in Peeta, because, in the next moment, he attached his whole mouth to her gland and absolutely covered it in kisses.

And the sensation was unlike anything Katniss had ever felt before.

Her entire body was alive, and thrumming with energy. Her muscles tensed and arched under his touch. She found herself tilting her head back more, inviting him to claim her neck and her scent gland thoroughly.

And he did. He parted his lips and began to suck. An intense ripple of pleasure surged through her, and she bit down on her lip to stifle a cry.

Waves of delicious and forbidden heat spread down to her lower abdomen and then lower still, to a part of her that she had never felt so aware of or preoccupied with before. There was a needfulness rousing inside her, curling and coiling into something splendid or awful, she wasn’t sure which.

The only thing she was sure of was that Peeta’s mouth was magic and she never wanted him to stop—

“Okay, that’s enough.” Came Haymitch’s rude interruption.

Katniss’ eyes blinked open and she was startled to discover their mentor standing just a few feet away. She had forgotten he was there! That he was supervising them! She struggled with an overwhelming sense of aggravation at his interruption and also a small but growing sense of mortification that he had witnessed her wanton behavior, but Peeta it seemed hadn’t even heard him. He was still lavishing her gland with his mouth.

“I mean it, let her go,” Haymitch repeated, and this time Peeta did respond, with a low growl, more intense than any sound she had heard him make before.

It shocked Katniss and scared her a little. But the moment her scent changed from that of a receptive and pleased Omega to one rife with fear and worry, Peeta pulled back and stopped.

“There he is. Thought we lost you for a minute there, boy.” Haymitch said gruffly, approaching them slowly and cautiously, as Peeta leaned back and blinked his eyes slowly, as if trying to blink away a dream.

“Sorry…” Peeta answered, still somewhat out of it. His eyes had the look of a man who had dived too deep and come up too quickly.

“The first time touching an Omega up close can be intoxicating.” Haymitch replied dismissively, almost too casually. But when Katniss looked at his expression she could tell he was unsettled.

But then he gestured for them both to stand up. When they did, Haymitch stepped towards her and cocked his head to the side, inspecting.

Their mentor let out a low whistle.

“He got you good, sweetheart.”

Katniss clamped a hand down over her swollen and tender scent gland and shot Haymitch a murderous glare, but he just laughed.

“I don’t think it’d be a good idea for you to return the favor right now. You two need some time to cool off, so we’ll have you scent him in the morning.” Haymitch instructed.

The rush of endorphins was finally starting to abate and her head was clearing more by the second. And in the wake of her unrestrained behavior, she felt completely shocked and caught off guard at her own response to Peeta’s scenting of her.

So she took Haymitch’s instructions for what they were, a dismissal, and used the opportunity to flee the rooftop as quickly as her feet could carry her.

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