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Omega's Assault: Chapter 3

And with that, Chapter 3 is complete! Next time will be the end so I hope you all look forward to it. As per usual, here's the AO3 link (https://archiveofourown.org/works/40301664/chapters/115617352)

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General Ultimax was bewildered by the kinds of things he saw in Dr. H.B.'s lab: tubes filled with chunks of Seedlings and Arrow Worms, machine parts that moved around seemingly on their own, weapons that even his own soldiers would be afraid to use. Ultimax felt uncomfortable just standing in the same room as the doctor, let alone in the room she did her work in, but regardless he decided to walk up to her inquisitively.

General Ultimax: So, err, Dr. Honey Bee, was it?

Dr. H.B.: "H.B." will work just fine, thanks. [Still think that name was Mom's biggest mistake...]

Ultimax: Uh-huh, yes, so Dr. H.B., what exactly are you a doctor of?

H.B.: Ha-ha! Well, Fuff, I'm glad you asked!

Ultimax: M-my na-

H.B.: I am the Bee Kingdom's greatest scientist, working directly with the Queen herself [and thus everything I make is with her express permission, cross my heart, no need to ask her]: I do biology, I dabble in psychology, I like researching magic whenever I can...but my biggest calling in life is robotics!

Ultimax: Robotics?

H.B.: Robotics! The study and development of powerful mechanisms that can move and act remotely, even independently of mere insects like you and [to a lesser extent] me!!!

Ultimax:...Mechanisms like those ones the monster destroyed?

H.B. gave a deep breath and slowly turned her head to Ultimax.

H.B.:Yes. Like those ones.

Ultimax began to shiver as H.B. cleared her throat.

H.B.: But I work tirelessly, in spite of everyone else's "warnings" and requests, to improve my machinery at all times! And that is why I ask...how'd you Wasps make something like a "tank"?

Ultimax: I told you, I don't know how it was made, I just know how to use it.

H.B.: Well damn, Fuff, you know where I can get one of my own?

Ultimax: QUIT CALLING ME FUFF!!!

They both stood there quietly, awkwardly, for a bit.

Ultimax:...I cannot give you a tank of your own...Why do you want it, anyway?

H.B.: To upgrade it, duh! Turn it from a mere Wasp's Weapon to a One Bee Batallion!!!

Ultimax: Wha-in what world do you think I'd allow you to taint one of our illustrious tanks with your witch technology???

H.B.: Alright. You know what you're doing, clearly, so I'll allow you to keep your tank as is and fight off the Deadlander Whatever with it. I've no doubt it'll work wonders, just like last time...by the way, what happened to your tank, again?

Ultimax just clenched his fist and grunted angrily. Between his pride, his fear, and his duty to his King, the Hornet desperately did not want the mad doctor's help...however...

Ultimax grabbed H.B. by her lab coat and lifted her up, not really intending to do much harm but hoping she'd be intimidated.

Ultimax: Damn it, Bee, fine! You can bring your tech to my tank...but I swear, if I dislike anything you try to do...

H.B, smiled, not scared at all by the General, and got herself out of his hold before she started gathering her tools into a large box.

H.B.: I knew you'd come around, they always do. Now, you'll be my muscle and my compass: you can hold my toolbox and lead me to the nearest Wasp Tank.

Ultimax: You want me to carry your tools? The hell are you going to do, then?

H.B.: Uh, refit your ride, c'mon. Now help me gather my things...

At that point H.B. ran off to collect anything and everything she'd need for the coming construction. Meanwhile Ultimax grumbled as he again saw little choice but to follow her...

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Meanwhile, in Queen Bianca's Throne Room, the Bee Queen was sitting on her floor next to the Caterpillar left in her care, Yin. Bianca rubbed Yin's back and patted her head as the little larva tried chewing on one of the flowers that decorated room. Meanwhile, Queen Vanessa II was sitting on the Throne at the end of said room, sulking and looking to the ground, whispering to herself.

Queen Vanessa II: [Trapped on a throne...I cannot think of a more humiliating thing to happen, and yet still I'm even more shameful...]

The Wasp Queen looked to the Soldiers that once followed her, standing by the Throne Room's doors whilst Bee Guards glared at them. Keeping their own Mother away whilst keeping the Bees away from their Mother.

Vanessa:[...All the suffering caused by my incompetence...My weakness...if I hadn't let Hoaxe take control, maybe we-]

Queen Bianca: Vanessa, did you say something?

Vanessa jolted when she heard the Bee Queen's voice, and looked to her and Yin with a worried expression. Both Bugs looked back with worry of their own, but Vanessa forced herself to turn away as she answered.

Vanessa:...I am merely talking to myself. You need not worry.

Wasp Soldier: Be quiet in there!

Vanessa hung her head low once more, while Bianca glared at the Soldier to make him look away. Once he did with a fearful gulp, she turned back to her fellow Queen and started whispering as well.

Bianca: [I am so sorry, Vanessa...]

Vanessa: [Why? You did nothing...]

Bianca: [And that's the problem, isn't it? I had no clue your land had been taken over by such a cruel Bug as that "Wasp King". If I had, perhaps my Kingdom could have done something to help.]

Vanessa: [Please, at the end of the day I was too weak to prevent Hoaxe from usurping the throne. The only one at fault is me.]

Bianca: [Hoaxe?]

Vanessa: [That's the true name of the "Wasp King". My people found him one day, crawling in near-lifeless from the Deadlands, and we took him in...if I had known what he'd do to us all I would have never allowed him to come, I...I...

Vanessa sighed.

Vanessa: [I can't lie...I pitied him. Maybe that's why he was able to do what he did.]

Bianca: [Being kind is not a weakness, Vanessa.]

Vanessa: [I know that, Bianca. That's why I wanted to change my Kingdom's ways: for ages we had been known as aggressive and territorial, but I wished to bring us to a more peaceful future...and look at the situation we're in now.]

Bianca: [For the situation we are in now, our biggest threat is that...what was it? Deadlander?]

Vanessa: [Yes. The Deadlander Omega, it-]

Bianca: [Surely you cannot be blamed for its arrival.]

Vanessa: [But I'm not sure what can be. I had heard that the Mother Crystal protected us all from monsters like it.]

Bianca: [What is the Mother Crystal?]

Vanessa: [I am not certain, but supposedly it resides in the Forsaken Lands, and emitted a sort of energy that kept away outside threats...is it weakening? Is that why that monster's arrived now?]

Bianca: [Whatever the case, if you and I cannot stop it, then the best we can do is hope. And look at what you've done already! You pointed Elizant and her Explorers to the Termite Kingdom, and if they can be convinced to help we may stand a fighting chance!]

Vanessa: [But if Hoaxe is with them...]

Vanessa quietly groaned to herself, and began hitting her own head in frustration

Vanessa: [Who am I fooling, Hoaxe was right! I would never be strong enough, mentally or otherwise, to do anything about this!]

Bianca: [Vanessa, calm yourself! You cannot keep worrying about past mistakes, you just-]

Bianca tried to put her hand on Vanessa's shoulder but the Wasp Queen grunted and leaned away in pain, getting her to back off. Bianca took a look at the part she had touched and noticed that it was darker than the rest of Vanessa's carapace.

Bianca: [...Vanessa...is that a burn mark?]

Vanessa looked away again, choosing not to answer.

Bianca: [Vanessa, what happened?]

Vanessa: [Hoaxe has burned me in the past, as a way of rubbing his theft of my Kingdom in my face...]

Bianca shook her head and sighed, saddened by what had happened: after the kind of stress she had already witnessed from Elizant, to see something even worse from another Monarch...

Bianca: [...If we are able deal with the monster, Vanessa...I fully intend to help you.]

Vanessa: [How?]

Bianca: [Any way I can! All our kingdoms would be happier if we worked in unity, and if I can help you like Elizant has helped me and I her...oh?]

Bianca was surprised by Yin attempting to crawl up her leg. With a soft laugh she lifted the Caterpillar up and brought her between herself and Vanessa.

Bianca: Oh, Yin, I am so sorry-I forgot you, darling! Can you ever forgive me?

As the Bee Queen rubbed Yin's back some more, the Caterpillar noticed the scar on the Wasp Queen and tilted her head.

Yin: Muh?

Vanessa looked to where Yin's gaze was pointed and turned away once more.

Vanessa: [She sees my scar...]

Bianca frowned, again saddened by Vanessa's troubles, before Yin started wiggling in her arms.

Bianca: Oh? Yin, what seems to be the matter?

Yin: Muh! Muh!

Bianca was hardly able to keep a hold on Yin as the little Caterpillar tried to squirm closer and closer to Vanessa. Eventually, she got close enough to Vanessa that she was nearly touching the Wasp Queen's scar. At that point, what appeared to be magic started coming from Yin's nubby little limbs, and Vanessa was surprised to notice herself feeling significantly better.

Vanessa: [What was that? I...I feel...it hurts less?]

Wasp Soldier: I said SHUT IT!

Both Queens were too stunned to pay much attention to the Soldier, instead looking at each other and Yin.

Bianca: [Yin, did you heal Vanessa? At least a little?]

Yin: Muh...

Bianca laughed again as her face beamed, and she put Yin down before petting her and looking back to Vanessa.

Bianca: Do you see, Vanessa? We merely need to work together! Even the littlest of Bugs can do great things! Why, I had heard that one of my daughters became the first Bee Explorer, can you believe it? My entire hive was so wrong, all she needed was a good team and enough support!

Vanessa didn't respond, but she didn't look nearly as upset as she did earlier. Bianca surprised Vanessa by grabbing her hands excitedly, bringing the Wasp Queen face-to-face with her.

Bianca: That was my mistake! I was so worried about potential dangers that I failed to support my own child! But I will do better! And I will start by supporting you!!!

Vanessa: [B-Bianca, calm down...even if what you're saying is true, what can we even do?]

Bianca: Whatever it is, we can succeed as long as our hearts are together! What we need most is unity!

Yin starting jumping (or as close to jumping as she could get) excitedly.

Yin: Muh! Muh!

Wasp Soldier: Will you lot be quiet already!?

Vanessa was deep in thought then, considering everything that had happened and everything she and Bianca had said.

Vanessa: [Unity...unity...ah! The doctor's creations! They did more damage to the Deadlander than anything else I had seen yet! If we can combine some of that machinery with General Fuff's tank, perhaps we can make a weapon that will actually put a dent in the monster!]

Bianca: [And if Elizant succeeds in getting the Termites' help, perhaps we have will two weapons that can take it on!]

Vanessa: [Exactly!!!]

Both Queens were laughing together now, Vanessa feeling more optimistic than she had in ages, though the Soldiers guarding the Throne Room were starting to lose their patience.

Wasp Soldier: I'm warning you two!

With that, Bianca nodded to Vanessa confidently before picking Yin up and carrying her over to the Soldiers.

Bianca: Please forgive the noise, we're just hysterical!

Wasp Soldier: Ugh, why is that?

Bianca: It's Yin! We fear she may be sick!

Yin: Muh?

Wasp Soldier:...Looks fine to me.

Bianca: Please, you need to allow me to see Dr. H.B.! She will know what to do!

Wasp Soldier: Are you kidding? Even if I trusted that crazy crone, why would-

Bianca: This Larva is very special...she could be of great use to the Wasp Kingdom.

Vanessa: Indeed. A Caterpillar like Yin comes only once in a lifetime. Surely the great Wasp King would rather a tool as useful as her not fall ill.

Yin: Muh???

The Wasp Soldier groaned again before shaking his head and letting Bianca out.

Wasp Soldier:...Last I saw, the doctor was headed to...I think it was her lab?

Bianca: Oh, thank you so much!

Vanessa: The Wasp Kingdom will prosper thanks to you!

Wasp Soldier: You shut your trap and stay right there!

Vanessa: Mhm...

Vanessa started giggling to herself when the Soldier turned away, meanwhile Bianca apologized and comforted Yin all the way to H.B.'s laboratory.

In the lab, Dr. H.B. had finally finished dumping all of her tools into a large metal box, one that even the mighty General Ultimax was almost struggling to hold at that point.

H.B.: Ahhh, that's everything! Y'know, you're much stronger than my assistant is! Crow's clearly gotta work out more...

Ultimax: You have an assistant?! Why didn't you have them carry your crap for you!?!?

H.B.: Uhh, I just said why, sheesh. Besides, she evacuated to the Golden Settlement with most of the other Bees. If you ask me, they're missing out hard. Now c'mon, let's-

Before H.B. could head out she was met with her Queen, Bianca, running in with a Caterpillar in her arms, looking very overly worried about something.

Bianca: Doctor! Doctor! I need your assistance!

H.B.: BIANCA! I, uhh, wasn't doing anything you wouldn't like, certainly not conspiring to-

Bianca: Shhh!

H.B. tilted her head in confusion before Bianca leaned down to whisper to her.

Bianca: [H.B., under most circumstances I would at best reluctantly approve of you building advanced, dangerous weaponry, but right now I need you to make something incredibly powerful, enough to potentially stop the Deadlander Omega.]

H.B.:...What?

Bianca: [Fuff, was it? How close is your tank to here?]

Ultimax: [My-ugh...it's about halfway between here and the gate to the Far Grasslands.]

Bianca: [That's not very far at all! I need you to help Dr. H.B. so that she can-]

H.B.: [Upgrade it with my state-of-the-art tech?]

Bianca: [Precisely!]

Yin: [Muh!]

H.B.: [Fufufufu, read ya like a book, B...Well, since you're asking so nicely I suppose we can do that.]

Ultimax: [I-it'll be risky, though!]

Bianca: [It will be, and that's why under in no other scenario would I ask for something like it. However, to fight off the Deadlander we will need all the help we can get.]

Ultimax: [B-b-but...What if the other Wasps question us?]

Bianca: [You are their superior, correct? Surely if you say it's something you need to do they'll listen. Besides, the Wasp King wants this monster stopped too, correct? This plan may just make him happy as well.~]

Yin, still in Bianca's arms, nodded and gave a cheery "Muh." With no other excuses to use, Ultimax sighed and nodded as well.

Fuff: [...Aye-aye, your highness.]

Bianca: [Excellent! I wish you both the very best of luck, and I pray for your safety.]

H.B.: [Ha, quit flatterin' me, Bianca! Now get a move on, we have things to do.]

Bianca nodded with a smile more typical of her before heading back to her Throne Room with Yin. Once she was out of earshot, H.B. laughed and pat Ultimax hard on the back.

H.B.: Woo-hoo, just our luck! That makes things way easier, haha!

Ultimax:...Weren't we going to do all that anyway?

H.B.: Yeah, but now I know she won't nag me about it! Now let's get going, Fuff, we've got a job to do judgement-free!

Fuff just stood and glared at Dr. H.B. silently for a second before shaking his head and sighing, giving up as he headed out of the Bee's lab with said Bee following behind excitedly...

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As Elizant, the Wasp King, and their respective soldiers made their way through the Termite Kingdom, they occasionally looked around to see the damage caused by the Deadlander's arrival: entire buildings reduced to rubble, streets flooded and machinery waterlogged, Termites all over being scared or injured or hysterical. Elizant gave off a quiet but guilty sigh as she looked around, thinking on how she would have reacted if something like that had happened to her own kingdom. She looked to the Wasp King and noticed his reaction was far different: while she felt guilt and pity for the people in the Termite Dome, he saw their struggles and moved on. He had one goal in mind and only wished to achieve it...

When everyone made it to the Termite Palace, they noticed that the carpet was soaking wet: the flooding even reached as far as the royalty. What's more, everyone could see the Termite King pacing around his throne, muttering to himself in a frustrated panic, as both his wife and one of her Caretakers tried to calm him down.

Termite Caretaker: Please, King Hector, calm yourself! You and Queen Layra are safe and that is all that matters...

King Hector IV: Oh, don't give me that! It was shaking like a damn earthquake out there and the entire Palace was nearly filled to the brim with water!

Queen Layra II: Hector, honey, there wasn't that much...that said this is absolutely a terrible situation. (To the Caretaker) Can we get an update from the soldiers? Are our subjects safe?

Termite Caretaker: I will go check right now, your majesty, and-eep!

When the Caretaker turned around she was surprised to see a Guard already behind her, and she was utterly shocked to see all the Bugs he had brought with him.

Caretaker: Who...who are-

Hector: YOU!!!

In a fit of blind fury, King Hector ran all the way up to Queen Elizant until he was looking upwards at her (and everyone else there but Vi). He growled angrily and poked Elizant in the chest, but she chose to remain still.

Hector: Of all Bugs, of all times, I did not want to see YOU RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!

With a infuriated cry Hector started beating his fists onto Elizant, though she took it like she would take a Seedling's attack (actually, she felt a Seedling would hurt a little more).

Elizant:...Hector, I know I have wronged you but-

King Hector IV: THAT IS KING HECTOR THE FOURTH TO YOU!!!

Elizant:...Yes, I know that...you must listen, we-

Hector: Why should I listen to you, huh?!

Elizant: Please, it is-

Hector: You miserable cretin, you think I give a Plumpling's posterior what you think!?!?

Elizant: We need to-

Hector: I'm not finished yet!!!!!

Wasp King: Shut your pitiful trap, you puny ignoramus!!!

Everyone else in the room stopped to stare at the Wasp King then, all with varying degrees of shock, offense, and/or pride.

Layra:...Who do you think you are to talk to my husband that way???

Wasp King: I am the Wasp King, and I demand that we use your finest weaponry, otherwise we will all perish under the Deadlander Omega!

Hector:...Deadlander Omega?

Layra: Oh, that...that actually exists?

Kabbu: Yes, Your Highness, it does, and it's been causing mass destruction all over Bugaria!

Hector: Even you aren't feeding me lies, my kingdom is not part of Bugaria: why should I care?

Kina: What do you think flooded your palace, you dope?!

All over the Throne Room there was tension, but before any further arguing could occur Elizant raised her arms and called out.

Elizant: PLEASE!!!

At once everything was silent, allowing Elizant to step away from Hector for a moment and remove her mask, showing the truth in her face.

Elizant:...King Hector, I have made many mistakes as a ruler, and I apologize for what I have done to you and yours specifically. However, now is a time in which we must join forces...

Hector said nothing, but he continued to glare up at Elizant.

Elizant:...My weapons are no match for the monster, I will not pretend otherwise. The Wasp and Bee Kingdom were also unable to fight it off.

Wasp King: Though, frankly, I felt my forces did more damage than anything else

Vi: Are you kidding?! Dr. H.B.'s mechs blew up one of its hands!!!

Queen Elizant stomped her foot, getting both Vi and even the Wasp King to back off.

Elizant: At any rate, our only remaining option is your kingdom. Yours is the most technologically advanced land I have yet come across, King Hector, and the possibility that you may have something to fight the Deadlander with is the only chance we have left of saving our home...

Hector looked away, his glare softening.

Elizant: Our home and yours. The Deadlander Omega is large enough that it displaced water from Metal Lake into your Kingdom's dome, and it broke through the dome itself to cause damage all over.

Layra: I-Is that what the water and shaking came from???

Termite Guard: It was, I saw it firsthand!

Hector: Talk is cheap, soldier!

Vi: Are you serious, why are-

Elizant: Vi!

Vi crossed her arms and quieted down whilst King Hector shook his head angrily.

Hector: If what you're saying is true then let me take a look...

Hector walked over to his throne and pressed a hidden button on it. Immediately afterwards, a periscope-like object came down between him and Layra. He looked into the device and pressed another button that shined a powerful beam of light in the direction of the upper lens, allowing him to look through the fog of the Forsaken Lands.

Layra: We don't like using lights like that often because we don't want to disturb the Forsaken Lands' wildlife too much.

Hector: And because we Termites prefer our privacy.

Hector looked around Bugaria for barely a minute before he saw something that made him go pale: he stumbled backwards and fell against Layra, who gasped when she saw the state her husband was in.

Layra: Hector! What's wrong!?

Hector tried responded, but all he could make were terrified wheezes, gasps, and stammering noises. Reluctantly, Elizant walked up to the device to look for herself, and she gasped in horror: the Deadlander Omega was now in the Ant Kingdom, towering over every building...even the Anthill Palace itself. The creature effortlessly tore off and lifted up the very tip of the palace and took a look inside. It only looked for a few moments before throwing the roof to the side and moving elsewhere. Small tears started to come from Elizant's eyes as she whispered to herself.

Elizant:[...Mother...your palace...I am so sorry...]

Wasp King: I would presume that you've seen enough evidence, then?

Hector: We...we...we c-c-c-can't let that thing come back here...

Wasp King: Then what do you have to fight it off with?

Layra: We've recently developed a series of super powerful weapons: I like to call them Mega Mortars!

Hector: The actual name is...is...

Hector could barely even speak, he was so filled with fear, so Layra patted his head softly.

Leif: What makes you think they could help?

Layra: They're giant cannons filled with explosives that can be controlled remotely and even have little cameras on them so you can see where they're headed!

Vi: I don't know what any of that means.

Termite Guard: It means we can blast that thing from here, even!

Layra: And they're so powerful it can blow our own gigantic boulders to smithereens!

Elizant: So that is it, then? We will be taking your weapons and blasting the Deadlander Omega with them whilst remaining in the Forsaken Lands?

Hector: You...*huff*...you are not to touch the...th-the weapons...we'll sending our Soldiers out with them...

Elizant: Even still, King Hector, I cannot thank you enough for what you and Queen Layra are doing. We may now have a chance against the monster.

Hector: I...I still don't forgive you...

Elizant: You will never need to forgive me, Your Highness, but just know that your decision may help save all of our Kingdoms.

Wasp King: Yes, Hector, perhaps you aren't as blithering an idiot as I thought.

Hector growled and glared at the Wasp King but Layra calmed him down with some more physical affection.

Hector:...Guards! Gather the most elite amongst you and get the...the, uhh...

Layra: The Mega Mortars?

Hector:...Alright, we'll call them that for now...Take them as far from here as you can and ready them to fire upon the Deadlander.

Termite Guard: Right!

The Termite Soldiers instantly start to mobilize, leaving Elizant and her party to stay with the Royalty.

Elizant: We shall go as well, King Hector, to deliver any and all assistance we possibly can.

Hector: Very well, Elizant. Just make sure you and the Wasp there don't get in my troops' way.

Elizant: Understood...Explorers! We will follow the Termites! Be prepared for anything...

After a collective agreement from the Explorers, the Wasp King groaned and started heading out with his own troops.

Wasp King: Wasps...we shall wait outside of the dome for the others. You are to give your lives for this upcoming battle, am I understood?

Wasp Soldiers: Yes, Your Highness!!!

The Wasp King nodded and left the Palace, meanwhile Elizant put her mask back on and waited for the Termites to finish preparing. Again Leif leaned down to Vi and Kabbu, though with a more positive look about him.

Leif: [Well, would you look at that. Seems the Ant Queen's changing.]

Vi: [Yeah, and you thought she was so bad!]

Leif: [She was, but...she seems to have better intentions than we first realized.]

Kabbu: [Mayhaps she was always her trying best, and merely struggled under the weight of queenship?]

Vi: [Maybe all the stuff going on scared her straight?]

Leif: [Whatever it is...we trust her now more than ever.]

Vi: [Yeah...guys?]

Kabbu and Leif looked to Vi, but she looked away and sighed quietly.

Vi: [If we don't get outta this...I wanna thank you both. You did a lot for me. You barely even know me and yet you saved me from drowning and helped me fight a bunch of bad guys and...thanks.]

Kabbu: [But of course, Vi! We are teammates, allies! We must do whatever do we can to protect one another, no matter what!]

Leif nodded and patted both of his teammates on the back.

Leif: [One last time guys: we live together or we die together.]

Vi: [And you know what? We're not gonna die!]

Kabbu and Vi laughed confidently as Leif joined along, though as usual he was much quieter. The Moth was still deep in thought, considering all sorts of things that had been happening. He was still worried, admittedly, but he knew he had to try. He trusted that Elizant, the Elizant with them now, would try. He trusted that his teammates would try. And with that trust, Leif was willing to stand against anything...

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In the Lost Sands, Dr. H.B. and General Ultimax were quick but methodical about making their way towards the fallen Ultimax Tank: they made sure to keep an eye on the Deadlander's whereabouts at any given moment, and were constantly hiding behind rocks and other objects in order to avoid its line of sight.

Ultimax: A-are you sure we can do this?

H.B.: How many times are you gonna ask that, Fuff? Listen, we'll be good! See, the thing's back at Metal Lake, we've got nothing to worry about!

Ultimax: For now...how long do you think this'll take?

H.B.: Souping up your tank? I dunno, depends on what state its in, probably. Plus we gotta find it first and-

Ultimax: There it is!

Ultimax nearly dropped the toolbox when he saw it: his titular tank, upside down with smoke coming out of it. It was technically still in one piece but he had no hopes of operating it as it was.

Ultimax: Ohhh, my poor Ultimax Tank! I can't bear to look at it!

H.B.: I can, good gods! Is that what you Wasps work with? Can't believe we didn't think of anything like that ourselves!

H.B. quickly grabbed her toolbox from Ultimax (leaving him to weep and salute over his broken war machine) and began rummaging through it. Once she had what she needed to start she immediately crawled into the tank's cockpit and got to work.

Ultimax: What the-what are you doing?

H.B.: Working, Wasp! Now gimme whatever it is I ask for from my toolbox, okay?

Ultimax: I-ugh!...

Ultimax stood and crossed his arms as the doctor quickly got to work, tinkering around inside of his beloved vehicle.

Ultimax: Y'know, if this were any other time, I'd knock you out for daring to touch my Ultimax Tank.

H.B.: You bet on that?

Ultimax: Yeah, I do!

H.B.: Aaalright, then!

H.B. crawled back out of the tank and put her fists up, smirking confidently.

H.B.: I needed something from the ol' toolbox anyway: I can just get it myself while I'm out here beatin' your butt.

Ultimax: Alright, Bee, if you think you're so hot then-OOF!

With no warning, H.B. decked Ultimax in the gut almost as hard as one of his Drillers would. While the Hornet was doubled over H.B. delivered an uppercut that knocked him flat on his back.

H.B.: Hahaaaa! I think you underestimated how strong the Bees of my hive are! [Now quiet down or the monster'll hear us!]

H.B. grabbed what she needed from the toolbox before crawling back into the cockpit and going back to work. Ultimax sighed once more before crawling over to the cockpit to whisper.

Ultimax: [Doctor...what if none of this works?]

H.B.: [Think of it this way, Fuff: if it does work, then hooray, Bugaria's saved! If it doesn't, we can at least say we didn't sit on our asses and let things go to shit.]

Ultimax: [That's just it, huh? It's a terrifying monster but...what's crying about it gonna do?]

H.B.: [Exactly, so don't cry! Make yourself useful, like by handing me the screwdriver!]

Ultimax nodded and took the screwdriver from the Bee's toolbox before giving it to her, then he sighed and looked off into the distance. The Deadlander Omega was still by the Metal Lake, lifting up some of the smaller islands resting in it. Either ignorant or uncaring of both the damage it had been causing and the fight against it that was to come...

#bug fables #bug fables spoilers #dr. h.b.#general ultimax #queen bianca #queen vanessa ii #yin #queen elizant ii #the wasp king #king hector iv #queen layra ii #vi #kabbu #leif #deadlander omega #writing #omega's assault

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Damn it… I’m sorry. I’ll just… I’ll just leave for a little while. I hate myself now. More than anything.

No, don't leave! Please.. I'll hate myself even more for making you hate yourself. Stay here with me, and let me hug you. I need it. You need it. Don't say that you hate yourself sweetie. Please, don't. I accept your apology my love, my sweet sweet alpha. I'm sorry.. for not being able to see that you were joking.. Don't say that you have failed me, alpha. I know of no other being on this planet that has succeeded in making me feel special and loved. Not one.

I guess it was the series of comments combined regarding making me jealous, leaving for a week with the bed cold without your presence, and lastly the fact that I thought you actually meant what you said about me being tired of you that stirred me to feel upset.. heartbroken even. But, it's not what you meant, you know it. And I know it now. I guess we just crossed our limits at some point of the entire 'teasing' aspect..

Who else will I have that will ever be able to make me feel loved if you leave? Who else will give me hugs, kisses and smiles and butterflies if you leave? Huh? Ever since I was a kid, I've been forced to be the mature one. As much as I loved the younger ones, I always hated feeling so.. alone. I craved for a person to rely on. All my life, I felt like I had to be the strong one, the understanding one. But not once did I feel understood.. that is until you came along. You were able to stay strong for me, be the pillar that I could always lean on if ever needed. You made me feel loved with all the beautiful praises. You made me feel worthy. And that, in every single fucking way proves that you've succeded. Don't ever say that you've failed, alpha. If you do, then it would only mean that I failed to show you how much of a gem you are. I'm sorry, alpha. Words don't come to me as well as they do to you. I can not stir up beautiful sentences and phrases and comparisons like you do, but I feel every single one of them with all of my heart, my soul, myself. I love you. You dont make me feel special, you make me special. You make me loved. I'm sorry for making you think you aren't doing so. I was scared, not because I don't trust you, but because I don't trust myself to be enough for you yet. Especially while testing out the waters. I knew there was a place where it could go terribly wrong. And I jumped to a conclusion that it did..

Please, forgive me alpha.. forgive your little girl for she has forgiven you.

You know that I could never leave you, omega. Not now, not ever. If it is your will that I come back, then I will. Anything that I can give you, I will. And surely if it is my presence you desire, I am more than ready to return to your side.

It seems that I was not clear in my statements that I made when I was playing around with you, and for that, I hurt you. I want you to know that I never wanted to harm you. That was never my aim, and it surely never crossed my mind that you would take what I said the way that you did.

I would never depart from your side, but if I did, you have your family. What remains of it. And I would make sure to have preparations in line so that you were taken care of for life.

Know that I would never stray from you willingly. Death would have to capture me in his grasp for me to be stolen away from you. That is how far my commitment to you goes. Until death do us part.

While I live and breathe, I will always be there to make you smile. To hug and kiss you. And about what you said about no one understanding you, nor how no one can make you feel like you can let them truly see you for who you are...I know, omega. I've watched you for a long time. Protected you for just as long. I know everything. It is no easy thing to be the granddaughter of the lead elder. Everyone looks to you to be the voice of the law, but also to be the heart of our pack that pushes the lifeblood of our kin to grow, to thrive.

You've been so lonely. At night, you used to be so desperate to sleep, but dreams never came for you. Not until you got older. Not until I began to meander closer and nearer to your unknowing eye.

You are everything to me. And you always have been. You are not special because I make you special, my precious girl. You are special because of who you are. Every choice you have made until now, every experience you have made, every lesson you have been taught...all of those have nurtured the creature that I see now.

And it isn't me that did any of that. It is you. And you are beautiful as a rose–both inside and out.

There is nothing to forgive. You have done nothing wrong. It was just a misunderstanding. That's all.

However, I know you, and I know you will feel guilty unless I excuse you for what has happened.

So, here is my way of telling you it is alright.

I forgive you, my omega. My precious girl.

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robotnikholmescomicblog · 3 years

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Shadow has his big ol’ “brainwashed betrayal” moment, which I was honestly expecting the moment he was being mindraped by Eclipse, but I really like this page where he returns to his friend and the G.U.N. soldiers. His friends are hopeful upon seeing Shadow walk back, but then from the darkness its revealed that he’s standing with Eclipse, and then more and more aliens which gets Rouge and Omega outright panicking at the implications.

#RHSB post #SU60 #I don't know how they made Omega look scared but they damn well did it #G.U.N.#Rouge #Omega #Black Arms #Eclipse #Shadow #Ian Flynn #Jamal Peppers #Archie comics

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Hi everyone! I hoped you enjoyed this! I tried to combine my loves of soulmate/mate stories and the USWNT. I hope you enjoyed it! I'm considering continuing this, I'd love your thoughts. Also any feedback and requests for plots and/or mated pairs will be welcomed!

Y/N sighed as she pulled on her #4 Becky Sauerbruun USWNT jersey. She shouldn't be so anxious and upset as she was. She had great seats to see the USWNT for crying out loud!!

But as an omega that still hadn't found her mate/mates yet she wasn't excited about all of the pheromones, especially since her social anxiety was going to be through the roof with the crowd and seeing some of my heroes and celebrity crushes. She just wishes her Best Friend Jen would have been able to come with me as planned, but she had gotten a call about a family emergency last minute. Jen had given Y/N a pep talk and talked her into going by herself.

Y/N took a deep breath and walked through the stadium, finding her section. She did her best to take deep breaths and try to ignore the overpowering pheromones. Luckily it was a little windy today which helped dispel some of the smells enough not to send her into a panic attack. She walked all the way down and was shocked to see that she was in the first row, right beside Team USAs bench. She looked at the ticket and the row again and again to make sure she wasn't reading the ticket wrong.

"Holy shit how did Jen pull this off?" She mumbled to myself, walking to where my seat was on the way end. Right to the edge of the tunnel that the players would walk out of.

Y/N made sure that she left the seat that Jen was going to sit in between her and the rest of the row, easing her anxiety just a little bit. She pulled out her phone and texted Jen.

Y/N: How the hell did you pull this off? You didn't kill anyone did you?!

Jen: Lol no you dork! My friend's Dad manages the stadium and he knew that you and I are big fans of the USWNT so he offered me these seats.

Y/N: Omg that's amazing! I'm so sorry you can't come. 😭😭 How's everything going? I hope everything is okay.

Jen: Everything is okay right now. My brother was in a car accident. He's in surgery now but he's stable thankfully.

Y/N: Oh no! I'm so sorry! I'm so glad he's okay! Tell everyone I wish my best!

Jen: I will and have fun! Get lots of pics for me and maybe even meet your mate! 😜

Y/N: Oh shush you dumb alpha or I'll get Amy on your ass if you tease me again.

Jen: Oh come on! Don't threaten me with my mate! Anyway I should get going. Have fun and you'll be okay I promise. Call me if you have problems with your anxiety okay?

Y/N: I will.

By the time she looked up from her phone the stadium was starting to fill up. Y/N shuffled feeling her anxiety starting to amp up. She took a few deep breaths and was able to calm down just as the team started to pour out of the tunnel right past her. People pushed heragainst the side of the tunnel to get closer as the goalkeepers passed by and she started to panic slightly. "Hey be careful guys, we don't want anyone crushed." Ashlyn Harris called causing people to calm down a little.

Y/N sighed in relief and smiled gratefully at Ashlyn who just winked at her and waved making me blush slightly. Soon the whole team was out on the field and most of the seats in the stadium were filled.

She looked up as a group of obnoxious men who were of course all alphas. One of them wolf whistled at her with a stupid grin on his face making her roll her eyes.

Before she could worry too much about the dumb alphas causing problems the walkout video started and she cheered with the crowd as the 2 teams walked out. She felt a little weird as the first few USA players passed her, but brushed it off as excitement and anxiety.

The game seemed to fly by, Y/N had been able to push back her anxiety and enjoy the game, cheering on the women she has looked up to forever.

However the alpha male who had wolf whistled her before the game has gotten closer and closer to her as he seemed to drink more and more of the overpriced beer that the stadium was selling.

"Come on little omega I can show you a good time." the guy slurred again, moving even closer. His friends just laughed and cheered him on making Y/N even more uncomfortable.

The final whistle of the game had blown a while ago and the team was doing a cool down. The guy took this as his cue to sit next to Y/N in what would have been Jen's seat throwing his sweaty arm around her.

"Um no thanks." she stammered out, her eyes scaning around desperately trying to find someone to help her as the group had her blocked into the row. But everyone was focused on the players who were now walking around signing autographs.

"Come on omega you know you want me." He slurred with a sick smirk on his face, he moved his arm down to try to grope her chest. Y/N smacked his arm away out of instinct.

The alpha's eyes filled with rage. He smacked Y/N in the face and put his hands around her throat.

"How dare you you dumb omega bitch!" The alpha screamed.

"Stop please!" YN sobs. The alpha just snarled and goes to tighten his hands. Y/N claws at the hands around her neck and kicks out flailing her elbows to try to hit her attacker but his hold just gets tighter and Y/N feels her muscles give in as they slowly go limp. Y/N waits for the world to turn black as she starts to weaken, unable to fight back; her strength gone.

Y/N waited for her world to turn black. However she felt the hands around her neck be ripped off and feels herself lifted up. She fights to open her eyes as her breath speeds up as her panic finally reaches her.

"Shhhh it's okay, we got you." Y/N blinked her eyes and saw that Ashlyn Harris was holding her up and Ali Krieger putting her hand on her shoulder.

"Try to copy my breathing." Ali Krieger said, her tone soft, as if talking to a wounded animal.

Ashlyn gritted her teeth as she held the omega between her and Ali,, trying to stay calm and not go after the dumbass alpha she had ripped the poor girl away from. But it looked like Tobin, Hope and Pinoe had that covered as Hope growled at the cowering Alpha as the 3 held him down, waiting for security to arrive.

"Hey do you.." She started to ask Ali, wondering if they should look at the omega's phone to see if they could find a mate or at least some sort of emergency contact.

However Ashlyn was cut off by a ferocious growl coming closer to them. Ashlyn and Ali turned to see Becky of all people marching toward them her growl becoming louder.

"Whaaaa?" Ali started to ask before Becky gently scooped the panicking omega up in her arms. The omega looked up, scared it was her attacker again but froze when she looked into the alpha's blue eyes. Y/N felt the mate bond click into place, her breathing starting to settle slightly.

"Just copy my breathing little one, we won't let anyone hurt you."

We? Y/N was trying to calm down enough to ask her newfound mate what she meant when a tall alpha quickly walked up to the pair making Y/N freeze in terror.

Becky's growl trailed off at the sight of her alpha mate walking toward them. "What's wrong Becks?" Alyssa quietly asked her mate. Her mate was normally calm so she knew it must be something big.

"I found her. Well Ash and Ali found her after some asshole hurt her" Becky uncharacteristically babbled, absentmindedly soothingly running her fingers through Y/N's hair, making the omega settle even more.

"You found who?" Alyssa asked, not wanting to get her hopes up.

"Our omega." Becky smiled. Alyssa looked at the young omega cowering in Becky's arms. There was no way, they had looked for so long...

The keeper's thoughts were cut off when her older alpha mate softy said "Look up baby girl, she won't hurt you."

Becky gently tipped Y/N's chin up. Y/N's anxious eyes met those of the deceivingly gentle keeper's and froze as she felt the mating bond again.

She had finally found her mates?! Y/N's mind whirred even as Becky carried her and Alyssa's omega mate to the tunnel toward the locker room.

Alyssa released a warning growl at any of her teammates that tried to get close to her girls until the triad disappeared into the locker room.

The team stood, frozen, trying to understand what the hell just happened.

"Well I'll be damned." Tobin muttered, only to be smacked by the hands of her fellow new kids, the mated pair giving their friend disapproving glares.

"Well this will be interesting, that's for sure.” Christie muttered since she was done helping Hope and the other veterans deal with security.

The rest of the team nodded, hesitatingly heading toward the locker room, not wanting to be attacked by their alpha teammates for interrupting their meeting with their mate.

#uswnt x reader #alyssa naeher #becky sauerbrunn x reader #alyssa naeher x reader #uswnt imagine

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angelsswirl · 3 years

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Petrichor

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Notes: I highly recommend you listen to What If by SafetySuit either before reading or while reading because it fits this chapter so perfectly it took me half an hour to choose which lyrics to use.

"If it makes you sad at me, then it's all my fault and let me fix it please."

"You know your problems won't go away if you hide from them, right?" Lisa asked without looking up from her magazine.

"You know Tiger Beat is a child's magazine, right?" You asked without looking up from your spot on the floor.

Lisa closed the magazine loudly. She huffed and crossed her arms, "As soon as this baby gets out of me, I'm kicking your ass."

"Then who's going to feed Jennie while you're in the hospital recovering from your injuries?"

"I can feed myself, thank you very much."

"I'm not sure you know your left from your right sometimes."

"You're mean when you're scared and upset." Jennie's nose scrunched up. She is not afraid to admit her feelings were a bit hurt. She knew her left from her right, but she was definitely lying about being able to feed herself. She can't cook to save her life.

"I'm not scared or upset."

"You're a pathological liar, too."

"Ladies, ladies you're all pretty! Now, will you shut your traps. My blood pressure is spiking because all of your damn yapping."

"Sorry, mom." Everyone apologized. Even Kameron, who hadn't even been in the original conversation.

All five of you were packed into the medium sized hospital room, save for George whom had to return to work that day.

You sat the closest to your mother, Jennie and Lisa sharing the small cushioned bench built under the window. Kameron sat in an extra plastic chair directly under the suspended 19 inch television, his laptop on his lap currently being used to hack into the hospital's wifi.

"Y/N, apologize for calling Jennie stupid." Maria admonished as she fiddled with the television remote. The buttons were huge, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that the hospital seemed to have only two working channels. Fox News and...oh, the other one just lost signal. Just Fox News.

Maria opted for turning off the television.

"I rather not." You answered plainly. Your knees were tucked under your chin and you still stared at that spot on the linoleum floor.

Maria swatted your thigh.

"Y/N Ariel Y/LN."

You just grumbled.

"Your middle name is 'Ariel'? Like the mermaid?" Jennie started to laugh loudly. She immediately stopped upon the shoe hitting her square in the gut.

"No. Not like the mermaid, Knothead." You gestured for Jennie to give back your shoe. Jennie did so with a scowl.

"Why is she being so mean?" Lisa pouted.

Maria huffed, "Her heat's about to start. So, she's grumpy. Also, she got herself into a unforgiving situation and it's all starting to unravel in front of her." Maria looked as though she had even more explanation to give but thought better of it.

You eyed your mother suspiciously, "How'd you know all that?"

"Mother's intuition."

Lisa's eyes squinted in determination, "Time for 'Operation: Just Pick One! Damn!'."

Everyone nodded along in agreement except for you.

"I've got the Pros and Cons T-Table pulled up!" Kameron gestured to his laptop. Lisa gave him a thumbs up.

You stared at your omega brother, "What do you know about any of this?"

"Oh, Lali and I talk once a week about you because you don't tell us anything. We were going to stage an intervention within the coming week if all of this hadn't happened." He said as though it was obvious.

You just rolled your eyes. Your brother knowing your business was the least of your problems at this point.

"Okay, but if we're going to have this conversation, Jennie has to leave."

"What? Why?"

"Because you're an alpha and you wouldn't get it."

"Try me."

"...Fine."

Lisa clapped excitedly, "Yay! It's finally happening. Kam, make sure you share the spreadsheet with your mom and I." She pulled her MacBook air out of large handbag and then delicately placed Maria's laptop on her overbed table.

Kameron nodded just as excitedly. Maria also nodded appreciatively as the group got their data together.

You wondered when your life got this out of hand.

At least Jennie looked just as lost as you.

"Um, babe? Is all of this necessary? I think you're scaring-"

"Shhhhhh, honey," Lisa blindly pressed a few fingers against Jennie's lips, "I know exactly what I'm doing."

"...ok..." Jennie looked to you with a mildly frightened look on her face. She shook her head slowly as if to say 'I tried. I am so sorry for what you're about to go through."

"Okay. First question! Who have you thought of more recently?" Kameron asked as he typed furiously on his HP.

"I'm not sure what any of this is going to help."

"Answer the question!" Kameron urged.

"God! I'm thinking about them both constantly, but I guess, Rosé because I spoke to her last."

Kameron nodded resolutely and continued to type.

"Next question, if they were both drowning, and you could only save one, who would you save?" Lisa asked, her eyes narrowing intensely at her best friend.

"Jennie, do you feel like this is a trap? Because I feel like this is a trap!" You inquired. You scooted your chair further away from everybody.

Jennie slowly pulled her arm from behind her wife, she then scooted away from her and to the opposite end of the bench, "Yes. This feels exactly like a trap."

"Okay, you don't have to answer that one." Maria glared at Lisa who just shrugged.

"How about this one? Who do you miss the most?"

You threw your hands in the air in exasperation, "Lali asked me that months ago! Don't you think if it was that simple I wouldn't be in this situation right now?! I miss both of them because they won't fucking talk to me! And I don't blame them. I wouldn't want to talk to me either." You sat back into your chair with a watery sigh.

"Can I give it a try?" Jennie raised her hand sheepishly, "Without all the spreadsheets and interrogations." She directed the second part at three specific people.

The three specific people all reluctantly closed their laptops.

"Everyone else is, so why not?"

"Well, first. I think you need to lay off yourself a bit. Yeah, you put yourself and them into a sucky situation, so what? Get over that. There's no going back to change anything, so why wallow in it? Relax and forgive yourself." Jennie spoke softly, her forearms resting against her thighs as she leaned forward.

Your shoulders sagged just enough to let Jennie know she was getting through to you.

"I'm sure you know what traits you value in a partner, and I'm not going to ask you what those traits are because I'm sure Lisa would start to log your answers again. Besides, it's none of our business." Lisa glared at Jennie.

"You just have to apply those traits. Organize your morals which you have clearly been fast and loose with lately. Ask yourself questions like 'Are you really ready to be a family woman? A mother?' And 'Are you okay with your mate having her work really high on her priorities list?' Think about what you want. Think about what you need. Think about who would be the best alpha for you. And then when you have all those answers to all those questions and you're all thinked out. Stop thinking and just go talk to her." Jennie smiled softly as you nodded slowly.

Lisa stared at her wife, her mouth wide opened, "I have absolutely no idea why, but that was the sexiest thing you have ever done." Jennie blushed heavily.

"Yeah, Jen. When did you get to be so smart?" You teased.

"I have a B.S. in Biochemistry from NYU." Jennie deadpanned.

"Yeah but you're a lounge singer. It's not like you're doing anything with it."

"Alright, you got me there."

"Knock, knock. Hello, Mrs. Y/LN. Your discharge papers are ready." The doctor explained as she stood at the door, not wanting to intrude.

"Oh thank God! I was going to jump out the window if it had been another hour."

"Mom!"

"What? You would've too. Now shut up and help me into my clothes."

You did as told.

~•~

Once you were sure your mother was settled at her home with your father. You went back to yours.

You sat heavily on your couch.

Jennie said to think. So, that's what you were going to do.

In the back of your mind, you knew who it was supposed to be the minute Jennie finished talking.

Sometimes, you just need to be told to get over yourself and put things into perspective.

But you chugged on anyway.

If only to double, triple check.

Some thoughts involve Jennie's suggested quandaries and others you came up with all by yourself.

It's about 5 minutes in that you're already noticing a very clear pattern. The same name keeps coming up. Amid 'Yes' and 'Nos' and 'We're just going to have to work on thats'.

It hit you so harshly you're not even sure why this was a struggle to begin with. The revelation just about sucks all the nagging anxiety and subsequent energy out of your brain. This must have been the "thinked out" part Jennie was talking about.

That meant the next step was to stop thinking.

It's easier said than done, but you managed.

The last step.

Just go talk to her.

You nodded with finality.

You were going to do just that, but first you needed to fix something.

~•~

"I'm sorry." You said. You may be done feeling sorry for yourself, but that didn't mean you couldn't feel sorry for others.

"For what?"

"It-I can't keep doing this to you. It's not fair."

"I-I understand, I guess."

"I shouldn't have led you on. Made you think-"

"It's okay, Y/N. It really is. But I'm going to need some time before we can get back to normal if I can ever do that, with you again."

"I get it. I'll see you...later?"

You don't get an answer. Just a pained look and then a sort of wobbly shrug.

You have a feeling that's all you'll get from her for a while. And surprisingly, you're a little more okay with that then you thought you would be.

~•~

Notes: One more chapter left...

#jesssica's fanfic #blackpink fanfic #blackpink #jisoo fanfic #jisoo x reader #petrichor #rose fanfic #rose x reader #abo

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Hi I was wondering if I could do a ship request for The Bad Batch.

Name: Darcy

Age: 18

Gender I wanna be paired with: Male

Preferred pronouns: She/her

Occupation: High school student

Hobbies: Reading, book buying, knitting,

Personality: I have very bad social anxiety and can't start or hold a conversation to save my life -also very scared of people-. I have a few friends, but with my friends I like to think I am the quiet yet mum friend. I like to make sure everyone one is okay I carry everything with me so if someone needs something I have it, but I also shy away and don't like making plans

Specific character I don't wanna be paired with: Wrecker

Anything else: I'm a bit chubby and I'm very insecure about that, but I'm working on losing weight which is good :)

I'm also a Virgo and isfj

Hi Darcy,

Thanks for your request. Based on what you told me about yourself I would ship you with Echo. He's not the most outgoing person, but not shy either, which I think would be a good combination for you. He'd also never ever judge you for your weight, instead he could relate to not feeling comfortable with your body and try his best to make you see just how beautiful you are inside and out. I hope you're happy with your ship.

Love, Charlie

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"This is the third time you've talked us into going to this cantina, do you like the food here really that much?", Tech asked while eying the menu in his hands. "I don't think it's the food", Hunter teased with glance towards the counter where you stood drying a glass. Echo followed his brother's eyes and tried his best to hide a deep blush. He had always been prone to blushing, especially when being teased by one of his brothers, but now that his skin was lighter it was even more difficult to hide. It was the comm on Tech's wrist that finally put him out of his misery. "Tech", Omega's voice sounded through the device. The girl and Wrecker had opted to stay at the Marauder, supposedly to catch up on sleep, but now it seemed that wasn't the case. "We need your help. I was playing with Gonky and I think I pressed a wrong button, he won't stop screeching." As if to confirm her words a loud sound followed by a crash was heard from the other end. The brothers shared a look. They all loved Gonky in their own way, but maybe it was time to admit that the droid was just a bit too defective to stay with them. "I'll be right there", Tech spoke into his comm. He then turned to Hunter and Echo. "Bring me something when you get back." And just like that he got up and left the cantina. Only a moment later his presence was replaced by someone else. "Are you ready to order?" Echo turned to look at you. Though you had taken his order twice already, everytime he looked at you he found himself speechless for a moment. "I'll have the scarlet milkshake and some nuggets", Hunter said before turning to Echo. You followed suit, your eyes now focused entirely on him. "Just fries and a water for me, please", he told you. With a smile and a nod you left the table again, probably to forward the order to the kitchen. "You're worse than a shiny, you know that?", Hunter teased. Echo sighed and let his head fall into his hand. Of course he knew that. This was exactly the kind of behaviour Fives would always tease him for, the kind of behaviour he thought he had grown out of. Hunter sighed. He had not expected this kind of behaviour from his brother, though Echo wasn't the most confident, it wasn't like him to blush and stutter whenever a girl looked at him. "I'll go to the refresher and when I get back I'll expect you to have gotten her comm info. But if it's any consultation, she's been staring at you just as much as you've been starting at her", he told him before getting up and turning around the corner to the refresher. Echo didn't even have time to think of something to say before you returned with their drinks in hand. "Here you go", you said with a smile and just as you were about to turn around again Echo found the courage to actually speak up. "I like your shirt, by the way." You looked down at your shirt, which was an ugly brown and full of stains from working in it all day. "Thanks... But it's not really mine, it's more of a uniform", you said with a small smile. Stupid, you scolded yourself. He had finally made the first move and what did you do? You basically threw the compliment in his face. "Have you worked here a long time?", Echo asked. You couldn't believe it. Did he actually want to continue the conversation? "Only a few weeks. I'm saving for a ticket off planet", you confessed. To be honest, it really shocked you that you told him that. He was a stranger and usually you were really bad at talking to strangers, something that made your job even more stressful than it should be. "Where do you wanna go?" The smile on your face widened. It seemed like he really was interested in you, in hearing about your life, and here you were thinking he was just being polite. "I don't really know. Maybe Alderaan, or perhaps Naboo. Somewhere peaceful." Echo nodded, a deep understanding in his eyes. He opened his mouth to reply just when someone shouted for you from the kitchen. "I'm sorry, I gotta go", you told him, a hint of regret in your voice. Echo began to panic. It had been going so well and now you were leaving.

Who knew if he found the courage to talk to you again when you returned with their food? "Maybe, if you want to, we could continue this conversation over dinner...", he offered hesitantly. You nodded fervently while a swarm of butterflies set off in your stomach. "My shift ends at seven", you told him before you hurried away. Right after you left Hunter returned to the table. "Looks like someone's got a date", he grinned. Echo couldn't fight the smile growing on his face, though he damned Hunter and his enhanced senses for spying on him.

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I hope you enjoyed a bit of shy Echo content.

#echo x reader #echo x you #tbb echo x reader #tbb echo x you

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Line Love

Having just set out a hop so fire, he still felt it, Erik crossed the square surrounded by various greek organizations in his green fatigues, tucked into his gold-sprayed military boots. His purple fitted tee with the golden symbol of the bruhs accentuated the gains he'd been working hard on, training day in and day out to build. Since crossing, he'd been the talk of the greeks as one of the best in his line. He was active and dedicated, but on top of that he was smooth.. sharp and precise. It was no wonder he'd been sought out for the kappas. Too bad his heart already beat purple and gold.

He could hear the cheers from the bruhs in the crowd and the deltas. He even spotted aka's and sigmas calling and played it up by stripping off his shirt to flex on the crowd with his six pack and the horseshoe brand over his nipple as he hopped, hitting his knees with flat palms.. putting those same palms up at his chin to simulate oral sex, his long tongue wagging before he rolled his neck and strutted to the center of the pack.

"I SAY, I SAY," he projected to his team who stood in wait, fists balled at their guts. "WHOOO'S THAT KNOCKIN? A KNOCK-KNOCK KNOCKIN? A KNOCK-KNOCK KNOCKIN ON MY QUE PSI PHIIII!?!?"

The return was magic as the team broke into their routines, finishing the chant as Erik joined back in the line. They shouted, kicked, and barked as they did the classic que poses in perfect synchronicity. "I SAY WHO'S THAT KNOCKIN AT MY DO'? WELL IT'S THE QUES TRYNA BREAK IT ON DOWN! WHO'S THAT KNOCKIN AT MY.. DO'?!"

Erik's eyes met a familiar face in the crowd and she smiled at him, her phone up recording. It was one of those smiles attached to the "fuck me" eye gaze. His eyes smiled back as he looked away to focus on his next moves, but he flexed his muscles for her. He had to keep up with the bruhs spinning, throwing his arms, kicking, and shouting on the yard and they were about to play the atomic dog. Next time, if he had control, they'd play a more updated song.. something more people were likely to have on their playlist.

As the song played, the team followed his lead chasing hard spins with forceful quick high kicks. The infamous Omega dance. Erik was the one to hit a split and come up with his shirt balled in his hand, swinging it as each bruh grabbed his own crotch for extra sauce. As they each hit their hop, one's white Que jacket blowing behind him majestically in the wind. Another nigga had cut off sleeves and a beer gut but he was getting his hops OWT as they threw their hand gestures and chanted with a cadence of barking coming from ques in the crowd.

After their step, Erik joined the crowd looking for the girl who'd given him the eye though he knew exactly where she went. He pulled up his own camera to return the favor. The deltas were up, introduced by The Box by Roddy Ricch and already flooding the yard with their red shirts, black booty shorts, and black converse. They came in hard throwing elbows and headbutting the air. He had a thing for a thic lil delta getting nice and nasty in some red, white, and black.. down to the red lipstick. He always preferred a savage over a princess. Aggressive hood girls just did something for him.. and this girl on top of being the chunkiest one on her line, had the most attitude.

"TEACH US," someone yelled when she gave her part of the founder's history lesson, yelling out loud and proud with her hands on her hips as she stomped. He focused in on her as she performed her ass off, twerking on beat and keeping up with girls half her size. Her pressed black hair was swinging like her hips and the crowd increased as they went in.

"ASSSSS.... IIIII.... WASSS.. WALKING! ACROSS MY DELTA YARD," she yelled, crossing foot over foot. Deltas were the favorite on campus as well as the sorority with the most pledges. They bragged on it every show. And as their steps progressed, that ain't change.

"HOLD THAT SHIT BRIT! YEAH BRIT! YEAH BRIT," Erik shouted too hype. He pushed and lunged to get low enough to get her angles as she balanced in a mid-air squat with her leg over her knee throwing up the diamond. She wobbled and when her line sister yelled "DON'T FUCK THIS UP," she proved herself by holding it even longer spurred on by shouts, barks, and the oooo's of her line. Erik captured it all from his phone as he was almost kneeling, losing his gotdam mind.

The show continued with Erik cheerleading and at the end of her set, he met her, giving her a bear hug that swallowed her soft body, titties and all.

"Ew, boy back up! You're sweaty," she whined shoving him playfully, a obvious excuse to touch his chest.

"This good sweat." Rubbing at his glistening abdomen, he grabbed her arms soothing his sweat subtly into her skin enjoying her faux disgust.

"Ew! Stop," she laughed pushing against his bare chest. Of course that meant keep going. "Ugh," she fussed as he kept messing with her, touching her. "Erik!!" He grabbed her tighter, playfully resting his heavy palm on the top of her head, like she was a lil rascal.

"Ooo, Y'all two get a room," her line sister, Ryan, joked walking past with a lil dance, tongue out to the music playing. That ain't sound like a bad idea. Erik leaned back and bit his lip teasingly as her eyes widened looking him up and down like he was the snack. All he had to do was ask, Ryan'd made it clear the way she acted toward him. Unfortunately for her, he only liked chocolate and she was more like toffee.

"Girl.. hush," Brittany smiled, feigning throwing her water bottle at the girl who twirled in response. Erik rolled his eyes. Brit was jealous.

"I'm widdit," he shrugged tired of just flirting back and forth. He was ready to fuck and release from all the buildup1.

"Ayee," Ryan cheered rejoining the other deltas.

"Let's go back to mine," he whispered in Brittany's ear before looking in her eyes. Her lips pursed playfully.

"Your roommate," she reminded, hand on the brand burned into his chest. He flexed his pecs for her once more and her eyes went down to them.

"So? I'll put a sock on the door, he won't come in," Erik assured. One thing about Erik that everyone seemed to know. He was always on top of the Dean's List as well as the list of people on campus you didn't wanna fuck with. He took pride in his reputation. "I give you my word, it's me and you," he promised following alongside her toward the library she'd already started walking in the direction of.

"I....," she chuckled, tucking her chin, "I gotta... study... and print a paper." She started to dip, but Erik paused her by grabbing the crook of her thick arm. Startled, she looked from his hand to his eyes and opened her mouth wide before speaking. "I-I'll..," she licked her lips nervously. "I'll get at you later..."

"Now," he corrected with a nod, "Get at me now. What's the move?" He licked his lips and stared down into her onyx eyes, into her soul, sensing nerves.. Suddenly she seemed breathless as if uncomfortable with his extended eye contact. This wasn't like the big bad Engine RED. He kissed his teeth. She wasn't tryna fuck at all.

"You playin with me," he accused watching her eyes go wide as he released her arm ready to walk off.

"I'm not! I gotta study!" She threw her hands in the air. Yeah right, he thought looking at her. "I do!!"

"You been saying later these last few weeks, Brit. You tryna yeah or nah," he pointed stepping back to watch her reaction for the truth.

"I'm-" her eyes rolled before checking who was in earshot. It made him look too. Who the fuck was she scared of? "I just wanna go out and shit first. Okay? You gotta take me on a date and NO.. Not no damn Waffle House, Erik, I mean it. I know you!"

"No you don't," he chuckled clasping his hands comfortably in front of his crotch. She kinda did judging by that comment.. but... nah she ain't know him.. They flirted, and talked here and there but she ain't know him.

"Well I heard of you," she snapped leaning in. That one was fair considering his body count was in the double digits and he hadn't been on one real date since high school. He smirked again. He wouldn't deny that he liked to get it in attachment-free... and as a young, educated, handsome nigga, why shouldn't he? Pussy was abundant.. like the trees on campus. "And you a que dog, I know how y'all niggas operate." That was true too, she definitely knew. He bit his tongue and tugged on his beard, humored. He couldn't lie like he usually would.

"Then you should know what we good at," he reminded her, stepping close to grab her full waist as he looked into her eyes again, commanding full eye contact. "Don't look at them, look at me," he quickly prompted moving her chin back to him when he felt her attention being split with the students walking by.

Her eyebrow went up with attitude as she leaned back, craning her neck as if saying 'who you think you talking to?' She looked away as if there was someone else beside her he could possibly be talking to as he glared, trying not to smile. She was funny.

"Look. Yes or no. You tryna do sum?"

"Depends where you plan to take me! You're paying. You're dressing up.. not in those boots," she counted on her fingers. "Two locations, no corners cut. I need you to have a plan. You're taking me someplace NICE and I want to ENJOY myself," she enunciated like she would on the square. "You're picking me up and opening MY door. If you can't do all of that, don't bother to apply," she spoke, swiveling her neck. Fire Engine RED, he mused to himself.

"Light work." He dusted his shoulder, clasping his hands in front of himself again. He could be a gentleman for a day. Too easy. "After this date you gone give it up though."

"Possibly," she shrugged. He shook his head, no deal.

"Nah.. If I'm a show out, I need a definite answer now. No games."

"I'm not playing games," she smiled, playing games. "I'm telling you what I want."

"You can have it... when you take this dick," he tested watching her closely, ready to walk away again. He wanted to take the Engine for a ride but he couldn't force it. She pursed her lips again looking around. Fuck was she lookin for? Someone to tell her what to do? He could do that. He pulled his phone. "Gimme your number I'll call you Saturday at 5:30 to come out."

"I got practice."

"So do I. That's early," he blurted knowing all about it.

"I got homework and an Interna--."

"Blow it off," he interjected not really caring. "Gimme your number."

She flipped her hair, her chin high with a slight smirk. She was still playing games and he could see she enjoyed his attention. Taking his phone, she plugged her digits and he texted her on the spot to be sure.. to her annoyance.

"Ok," she blinked dismissing him. When he didn't move, she turned back to the library and he smacked her on the ass causing her to jump and look back in surprise. "ERIK!"

"Saturday we fuckin," he pointed firmly making sure she knew. She had notice to prepare herself.

"Okay! Shush--shut up," she whispered looking side to side nervously again before he let her go.

#original #erik killmonger x oc #black panther killmonger #erik killmonger x black reader #killmonger smut

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fly-flower-fanfics · 5 years

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Crafts and Kisses

Alpha Loki x Omega Male Reader

Warnings: None, I think.

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Things were different ever since I moved in with everyone into Tony's tower. I got to see my friends more often, and I wasn't as lonely anymore. My depression — although still bad — had decreased significantly. Life seemed to be all around better than ever before.

Bruce was my best friend. He was the one I went to constantly and for everything. He was always reminding me to take my antidepressants and heat suppressants, telling me that it was time for meals, and where I'd last left certain items.

If my head wasn't attached, I'd probably need Bruce to find that, too.

Natasha and Clint were betas, and I found it a bit comical that the only two betas in the building were together. Usually Bruce, the two of them, and I would be at home, cuddled up on the couch watching movies like best friends and couple do.

Lastly, you had Tony, Thor, Steve, and Loki that were the alphas. Tony and Steve butt heads sometimes, but Natasha was able to shut the two of them up almost instantly. Thor was the softest alpha around, literally acting like everyone was apart of his pack. Not going to lie, Thor was the best cuddle buddy when Bruce was shut up in the lab.

Loki, on the other hand, was an alpha that I didn't quite understand. It wasn't because he was an alpha; I wouldn't understand him if he was a beta or omega, either. He was just...odd. I never really interacted with him because he was always sneaking around. He'd stopped being a villain — as much as he could — so he wasn't doing anything wrong. Something was just different about him.

I didn't really think he would like me.

My powers were rather insignificant to everyone else's. All I could do was control electricity: turning on and off lights, appliances, etc. It was, however, good for playing pranks and charging my phone when I forgot to.

Because I was the newest addition to the Stark-Avengers Tower, I wasn't as open with everyone. Bruce knew I was an omega because omegas knew other omegas instantly. The others didn't ask because status was a bit of a sensitive thing. I just knew what everyone else the Tower was because they were so open with one another.

I'd only reached that point with Bruce, and everyone seemed okay with that.

Currently, I was in my room, laying on my bed and listening to my music blare through my headphones. My fingers were dancing to the tune above me, painting a picture with the air around me. I knew I looked silly, but I didn't particularly care at that moment. I was trying to picture what a painting would look like based on this song. And, not to toot my own horn, I was doing a damn fine job at imagining it.

Painting it? Now that was another story.

I was an artist, yes, but I was more into creating things and working with things like papier-mâché and clay. Painting wasn't my strong subject, but I wasn't terrible at it. It was just my ideas seemed to always be a bit too far out of my skill set, and I'd end up with a knock-off version of my idea.

I sat up in bed with the idea perfected in my head. I shoved my phone into the waistband of my boxers and rushed out my room towards the empty room Tony let me claim as an art studio.

On the way, I nearly crashed into both Clint and Thor. The two of them just laughed me off as I shouted an apology, spinning on my heel and waving at them. Whenever I had an idea, I always ran around to try and do it, and everyone knew it. Unfortunately for me, there was one other person I nearly rammed into: Loki.

I quickly apologized, but instead on continuing to run like I had with the others, I was frozen in place.

Why? It's not like I was scared of him or anything. He intently stared down at me; his green eyes felt like the burned straight to my soul. I didn't move, unsure of what the god would do or say. I never really got time to spend with him, and I didn't want to waste it, even if I had an idea.

The one corner of his mouth quirked up in the smallest movement that I had ever seen — barely seen — and he stepped to the side with a small nod of the head. Immediately, I smiled at him, brushed his cheek with my fingers, and went off running down the hall once more.

I never saw Loki as a threat to me, nor did I want to treat him any different than I did anyone else. I knew Tony and Steve treated him like an outsider, and Bruce and Clint were rather wary of him, too, and normally kept their distance. I was touch-feely with everyone, and Loki wasn't going to be spared of it either. At least, he hasn't told me he didn't like it with from our few interactions.

In fact, I don't think I've ever heard him talk at all.

Any thought of Loki and the others left my mind as soon as I reached the door of my makeshift art room. Opening it, I stepped inside and let the door close behind me. My paints were all set up in a corner already along with a clean canvas; I always made sure to do that when I left the room so I didn't need to prep when I had a brand-new idea.

I walked over and sat down by the table, pulling out a bunch of bright colors. After an hour, all I had was a rather beautiful mix of colors that looked like a splatter paint gone wrong. Even though I was disappointed that it was another idea that received a knock-off version, I didn't let it drag me down entirely.

I decided to go move to another kind of project: papier-mâché a mask.

With no set plan in mind, I plopped myself in front of the new table. It only took a few moments to get everything altogether, suit up into an apron, and get to work. I always stained the glue-water mix with a colored stiffener that would make it firmer when it dries. I'd always use clear glue because the white glue looked too much like something else. I made the mistake of using it once, and Tony made sure I never forget it. Clear glue looks like mucus, though, and that's disgusting, too.

I stained it purple today. Not that it mattered, but I liked the soft lilac color. I began placing the strips of newspaper onto a mask mold. It was peaceful enough until I realized one thing missing: my music. Whining, I got up and drug myself to the sink to wash my hands. I stuck my headphones in while I returned to my seat and pressed play.

New songs flooded my ears and motivated me to work. By the time I'd gotten the basic mold down to where I wanted it, I still didn't know what I wanted to make out of it. Then a song popped up that decided it for me: Miss Mysterious by Set It Off.

I knew I'd have to let the mask dry a bit before I'd start cutting into it, but I knew exactly how I wanted it to look. Half a mask, a bit like the Phantom of the Opera's, with a curled horn off to the side. It didn't sound as cool explaining it, but it was beautiful inside my head.

My fingers worked with the slimy mixture and the newspaper to create a thin, curled horn. I'd paint it a dark green, maybe add gold highlights to it or bells. Something like that. Something that would show how beautiful it was, how elegant it would be.

I sang along with the song. I could reach the high notes, and I wasn't the best at singing, but I was good enough that no one complained about my voice. Or at least they never complained to my face. Either way, I sang the song like no one else was in the room simply because there wasn't.

My hands glided over the mask, adding new pieces, creating the horn, and calling myself names when I'd accidentally drip the stuff on the table. I'd always then try and scoop it up in my hand but end up making it worse since my hands were covered in the gluey goop.

I'm sure if someone was outside looking in, I definitely was a sight to see. And I didn't care.

Once my mask was to the point that there was nothing left to do but let it dry, I stood up to go wash my hands. As soon as I turned around, I let out a scream.

"Loki?!"

His eyes lit up, just a bit more than usual, and I could tell he was laughing at me. Then, his lips began to move, but all I could hear was Who Is It by Michael Jackson blaring in my ears. I held up my hands to show him the goop they were currently covered in.

"Lemme wash my hands, and don't you dare leave, or I'll dip my hands back in it, find you, and touch you." I was sure I was speaking rather loudly because I could hear myself over my music.

I barely caught Loki's glare, and I smirked to myself. There was a fifty-fifty chance he'd actually leave, which meant there was a fifty-fifty chance I'd get to chase him with goopy hands. I washed my hands in the sink, making sure I got rid of all of it because it did stay a bit sticky when it remained on my hands.

I was equally surprised and disappointed to see Loki still standing there once I turned around. I removed my headphones from my ears, draped them around my neck, and gave Loki a slight bow while twirling my hand.

"You may speak now, my lord."

I heard the god snort. It was very soft, almost like a sharp inhale when one would be sick. His lips twitched slightly as I straightened up, but other than that, his face remained stoic. I knew that I was able to pull emotion from him, but I didn't understand why he tried to hide it.

Was it something I did? Something I said? Maybe it's just the way I am. Had I offended him in some way without realizing it?

His chuckle broke my train of thought. I blinked and saw the small smile on his face. I don't think I've ever seen him smile before. Even though it was hardly a smile, it caused me to smile.

"Are you always this energized, Y/N?"

His voice made me freeze. He knew my name. Well, duh. Of course he knew my name. I did live in the same building with the man. Oh god, I'm being stupid. What the hell? This isn't that big of a deal.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. It runs in my genes, I guess," I answered, wanting to slap myself. I couldn't have replied in a more dumbass way. Conversation was never my strong point.

Another smile tugged the edge of his lips. "Of course."

"Can-can I help you with anything?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck nervously before turning on my heel to replace the paints and canvas. "Not that I don't enjoy your company, it's just strange that you're here in my studio. Especially since we haven't really talked the much."

How long had he been there? The thought hit my like a punch in the stomach and made me hesitate for a moment. I'd finished my mask and turned to see him. He couldn't have been there that long, right? Art is boring to watch to most, and I'd assume that watching me papier-mâché was not on his list of 'fascinating things to do today.'

"Just stopping by."

God, I hated his answers. I mimicked him in my facial expressions while my back was turned to him. Couldn't he give me more solid answers? I cleaned out my brushes in the sink and glanced towards him.

"Why?"

He seemed caught off guard by my question, but it was perfectly reasonable considering our past — or lack there of. Instead of an answer, when Loki regained his composure, all I received was a shrug.

"Did you want something?" I asked, trying to hide my nervousness now. I went to the closet to grab a new canvas, tucking my lip between my teeth. There was a chair within reach of my foot, so I pulled it closer to me with the top of my toes and stood on it to grab a new canvas.

Did he want something? Did I accidentally take something of his? It happened sometimes since I was usually so scatterbrained. I tried to scan my brain of the items I'd last had in my possession, but all that I could think of was my paints and some newspaper.

"Oh, my dear omega."

I nearly slipped off the chair when the words left Loki's lips. The canvas did fall from my hands and clatter to the floor, and I dove after it, picking it up. How did he know that? Bruce wouldn't snitch on me, I knew that.

"You reek of anxiety," the god continued. "You seem to forget that my senses are heightened over your Midgardian senses. No matter what you use to mask your natural scent, I can see right through it."

I walked my now slightly dusty canvas over to the table and laid it down. Did that mean Thor knew, too? If Loki did, then Thor had to. Bless them both for not saying anything. I proceeded to busy myself by making sure every little dust particle was off of the canvas. The lights dimmed slightly for a moment as my anxiety increased.

He's here to make fun of me.

Loki never thought highly of omegas or betas, for the matter. That was clear to me. Loki only ever seemed to respect other alphas that were able to take him size him up for a good fight for dominance. I always assumed that he and Tony would eventually get together, no matter how much the two currently avoided one another.

Clearing my throat, I straighten up and hung up the apron I had been wearing. Finally, after what simultaneously felt like centuries and mere seconds, I turned to face the prankster once again. My fingers were tingling, and I knew that just once more word might cause me to blow all the bulbs in my studio.

Tony never got mad at me for it because really, what was a few light bulbs to a millionaire? But I've been trying to learn how to control my powers in moments of high and nearly uncontrollable emotions.

"You didn't answer my question," I replied, letting a smile form on my lips. It wasn't nearly as large as my normal smile, but I wanted my normal persona back.

"Bruce is sick," he replied. I knew that. Bruce had gotten ill yesterday, and I told him I'd go see him later, no matter how much he protested. "Can't seem to get it if bed right now." A look of disgust floated over the God's beautiful features. "So I brought these for you since it seems you've forgotten them."

Loki held out a small, silver package towards me, and I recognized it instantly. My heat suppressants. Now that I was thinking back again, I couldn't remember the last time I'd taken them. A dark blush heated my cheeks, but Loki didn't seem phased by it whatsoever.

"We don't want you going into an early heat." I wanted to die at the words he was saying. Did he not understand how embarrassed I already was? I noticed the lights dangerously flicking as I took the package from him. I saw Loki's eyes glance up towards them before I turned to grab a bottle of water from the small refrigerator I kept in the back.

"How do you hide your heats?"

I nearly choked on the pill and water, but managed to get it to stay down. While I was able to save that, the light bulbs weren't so lucky. They popped, drowning the room in darkness that was almost pitch black. "Oh, dear. I do seemed to have caused some discomfort."

I wanted to punch Loki in his stupid, pretty face. I was a mixture of embarrassed and angry because he had no right to do this. Who was he to come stomping up into my safe haven and talk about my heats and being an omega? Then he plays it off like a joke? The nerve of the motherfucker.

Since I knew the room like the back of my hands, I had no issues navigating to the one corner of my room. I leaned my head against the wall and breathed out a sigh. I wanted to unlive the last ten minutes of my life and leave before Loki had ever entered.

"Y/N?"

Damn his voice.

Silence was my reply.

"Y/N, don't make me ask again.

Even though he wasn't my alpha, I found myself turning toward him before cursing and facing the wall again. Calm down. Count to ten.

"Y/N, please."

"What?" I hissed out before turning to face him. I didn't want to deal with this right now, but the two of us were stuck in here until Tony would manually unlock the door since that, too, was powered by electricity. I couldn't do anything because, more likely, I blew the fuse connecting all of that.

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Says you," I growled. I didn't like people finding out things about me without my permission. It was weird, I know, but I didn't like when people knew things that I didn't tell them. "No one hates you for being an alpha."

"And no one would hate you for being an omega."

I didn't reply this time. He was pissing me off, but I tried to calm down. I guess it wasn't that big of a deal... It still really bothered me though. Taking a deep breath, I tugged my hair, and then let it out slowly.

"I'm not ready to admit it, okay?" My parents had been very disappointed in me for being an omega and a gay one at that. Their only son was into other men and the weakest on the totem pole. Whether society really frowned upon omegas or not, in my mind, they did. Everyone did, and I was scared to admit it. Bruce didn't even know why I didn't tell people that I was an omega.

"And you of all people!" I nearly spat at him as I whirled around. "You're the one that would hate me for being an omega. I know the way you talk about them. God, can't even believe you can stand to look at me." I ground my teeth together.

This was way out of my comfort zone and personality. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, causing me to curse aloud. I hated crying when I was angry.

I jumped when a hand fell on my shoulder, nearly decking Loki in the face. Was that really necessary?

Even in the darkness, I swore his green eyes were he only things that I could see perfectly clear.

"Calm down," he whispered to me softly, pulling me into a hug.

The coolness of his body helped my anxiety and the way he pet my hair caused me to let my guard down.

"Just listen to me," Loki continued. I was about to speak up, realizing what was going on, but Loki quickly shut that down. "You may not speak, do you understand?"

I closed my eyes and nodded against his chest. He's not my alpha, what the fuck am I doing?

"My omega, I kept my distance so I could keep watch on you. I kept my distance so I could se show others were interested in you. It also had come to my attention that you were into my brother." I could hear the jealousy laced in with his words.

The faint scent of possession filled my senses.

"I want you all to my own."

My knees felt weak at his words, and I found myself kneeling at his feet. As much as I had tried to push the feelings away, Loki was always the alpha I had wanted. He was off, odd, and different. Something about him always made my heart race.

I closed my eyes as I felt Loki's hand settle on my head. I rested my head against his thigh, closing my eyes. The amount of submission I felt was incredible, and I was incredibly embarrassed. Yet I didn't fight it as much as I normally would have.

"I didn't want you to hate me," I breathed out, hoping that he wouldn't hear my words.

"I would never." He backed away and knelt down to my level, sitting on the floor and pulling me between his legs. "I only ever wanted the best for my omega."

"You want me to be yours?" I asked softly.

I felt Loki's lips press against my skin at the base of my neck, near the place where he would mark me and claim me as his. "Yes."

I closed my eyes, letting myself enjoy the feeling of his cool lips against my skin. "Loki...I-I just... I don't wanna jump right in... I want you, but I want a relationship, too..."

"Then a relationship we shall form," he promised, tilting my head back to kiss my lips.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years

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DOTW 59 - full draft! Is this ok?!? I don't know anymore! Send help

Carrying his newborn pup into the apartment, it wasn't the homecoming Levi had expected. Eren was standing by the sofa, the two of them both finally home, though Mike had organised for Eren's discharge the two days earlier. Holding his pup, he was proud the boy was finally home. In the hospital, things between the three of them had been so strained. Here was there safe space "Hey, Eren. Look who's home" Blinking at him, Eren bit his bottom lip, the tips of his lips turning into a smile, though he was trying his hardest not to let it show "He's ok. They wouldn't have released him into our care if he wasn't" Sinking down onto the sofa's arm, Eren covered his face, starting to cry softly as he did. As if picking up on his mother's distress, their son let out a cry of his own. For a pup that was born early, he had an impressive set of lungs in him "Shhh... Mum's ok. I'm going to settle him down, then I think we should talk" Walking into the nursery, the room felt almost distant. Like they hadn't been in it in years... even with the clear evidence that someone had indeed been in there. The cot was made up with soft fresh blankets, the floor vacuumed and the surfaces dusted. The only person he could think of doing such things was Eren, but Eren didn't seem to be in the right mental state to have been responsible. With a gentle smile, Levi lowered his son into the cot, the small boy stretching as Levi stroked the few escaping wispy strands of black hair. His son was the most amazing gift he'd ever been blessed with... there was absolutely nothing he wouldn't do for the small boy, even if it cost him everything. Kissing his forehead, he sighed to himself, not wanting to leave the boy alone for a single second, but he really needed to talk to Eren. Mike had said Eren had been verbal, and he prayed his omega still was, and the night they'd spent apart had been able to ease and help with whatever pain Eren was suffering "I love you, my precious pup. Get some sleep, then daddy will be back for more snuggles" He was wrapped around his son's little finger and didn't give two shits who knew. In his absence, Eren had moved to the sofa. The omega looking frail as Levi sat on the coffee table across from him. The deep bags and Eren's sucked cheeks left him angry. He'd been in hospital because he needed help, instead, he looked like he'd been neglected during the two-ish weeks he'd been in there "Hey. He's fine, the moment his head his the mattress, he stopped crying" Eren nodded slowly "I think we need to talk, now that we're alone" "I... don't know what to say" "Hello?" "Levi. I can't do this" "What do you mean you can't do this?" "I don't want to hurt him... I don't want to make him dirty" "You're not going to hurt him" "He's so small... I'm so scared. Levi, I don't want to make him dirty" It took Levi a long moment, but he still wasn't understanding why Eren thought himself dirty "What do you mean?" Jumping to his feet, Eren tried to flee to his room. Grabbing his hand, Levi rose as the same time, pulling him into his arms "I'm wrong! I'm wrong! I ran away from you! I abandoned him! I don't have a right to be his mother! Don't you get it?! I couldn't even give birth right! I had to meet him through everyone else! I can't let him be like me... someone who's dirty" "Why do you keep saying you're dirty?! You're not dirty!" "I am! I get people killed! I can't get your blood off my hands! I scrub and I scrub and I feel it. Levi, I can't! You. You said you'd take a hundred bullets like it was nothing! It's not nothing! I can't... I can't lose you like that. You keep dying and I can't lose you or him... I'm so scared..." Levi caught Eren as he fainted, lifting his way too light fiancée into his arms, his hand twinged. That was the most Eren had spoken to him since he'd woke. Carrying his omega to their room, the bed was remade, laying Eren down on his side of the bed, the omega whimpered in his sleep, looking more like a tiny child than a new mum. Kissing his omega's forehead, he sighed to himself, he wanted to climb into bed with his mate. He wanted to kiss away his worries... but he had an apartment to organise and pup to check. Placing his son on his shoulder, Levi nuzzled against his head softly. The small pup was so soft and warm. Walking through the apartment, it was way too clean. And way to have been cleaned by Erwin or Hanji... maybe Mike, but that was highly unlikely. Opening the fridge, he found it filled with precooked meals, and fresh fruit and vegetables... alright... so they didn't need to do food shopping... back tracking, he scanned the living area, with his eyes ending up on the pile of Eren's school books sitting on the kitchen table. So his omega had been busy? He'd done all this? The idiot was still recovering. He still needed time... but... Eren had prepared their whole apartment for him and their son... for an omega who said he'd abandoned his own pup, these weren't the actions one would expect. Kissing the baby boy, he sighed to himself. If only Eren could see all the things he was doing, then maybe he could see that he'd never abandoned his pup to begin with. With a weary sigh, Levi sat himself down at the dining table, looking to Eren's half done work. He'd forgotten about his omega's schooling, and there was no way he was letting his mate fail. Eren knew this stuff. Even if he didn't think he did. Opening his mate's notebook, he flicked through the pages with a small smile. When Eren had first started writing, it could barely be called writing, and now... well, it was still a scrawl that made him cringe, but it was readable. Page after page his fiancée had worked through math problems, not always getting them right... but still trying his fucking hardest. Hearing Titan yowl, the table tilted as his fat cat made an appearance, eyeing the pup on his shoulder in annoyance "What? Don't you want to meet your baby brother?" Lowering his son, the boy let out a cry. Titan falling backwards off the dining table in an attempt to run for his life. The fat cat sliding all over the floor as he shot into the room he shared with Eren, while Levi was left pissing himself laughing. In his arms, his son continued to cry "Oh, pup. I needed that. I know he seems pretty big to you, but he's Titan. Your big brother..." Raising the pup back to his shoulder, he hushed him softly as he rubbed his back "We need a name for you... but I have no idea what mummy's been thinking. He loves you. He's just scared of hurting you because you're so damn tiny. I'd say you're smaller than Mina and Anna, but that's ok, because you're my son and that makes you much better than them. You know... mum's been through so much... we both have, but that doesn't mean we don't love you... and it doesn't mean that I don't love your mum. Let's take a look at mum's homework? He thinks he's stupid. What a silly mummy" Feeling like a teacher, then feeling old, because he was marking Eren's work with a red pen... kids these days probably had no clue what that meant, Levi worked through Eren's notes, correcting his mate's spelling and questions. The omega definitely had the basics down, and the way the school wanted him to work things out made no sense to the alpha, so he was ahead of him in that. Reaching the end of Eren's work, he flicked through the rest of the notebook, finding a page half way through that was stained with tears. The top was simply titled "Names", Farlan scrawled and circles, an arrow pointing to the word "middle". So Eren was thinking Farlan for the pups middle name... he couldn't believe it. His brat... he'd thought the middle name of Farlan was just a small and stupid dream he'd had on his own. But Eren was thinking of him... now... now was just.. a first name. Eren had written a list down, then crossed off three-quarters of them... His son was definitely not a Daniel... or a Samuel... or a Nicholas... he snorted at the name Chad, scribbled out so hard Eren had torn the paper. If they were naming their son Farlan Ackerman, he had no idea what a good first name was... running his fingers over the page, he sighed at his own on Eren's list. His mate had printed next to it "who doesn't need me". Of course he fucking needed him. Crossing out the "doesn't" he then added an "s" to the end of "need". That was better "What do you think your name should be? You're the one who has to put up with it... I can't name you Eren. I already have one Eren, and there'll never be another quite like him... Let's go see what your mum has to say?" Eren was sprawled across their bed, his breasts and stomach exposed by his hiked up shirt. Levi's pillow in his hold as snored. Titan was sleeping under Eren's head, the pair in a world of their own. Aside from Eren's mental fatigue, his mate had to be exhausted from cleaning the apartment. Shifting Eren's legs, the his fiancée curled around his pillow with a deep groan. It should be illegal for anyone to be this cute. Climbing up next to his omega, Levi placed his hand Eren's hair, Titan squeaking as Eren rolled over to grab at his jeans "I love you, Eren. Always, no matter what happens" Their pup didn't let Eren sleep, the tiny boy waking Eren from his slumber. With fearful eyes, Eren stared up at them "Hey there beautiful. He's hungry, do you want to try feeding him?" Eren continued to stare at him "It's alright. I know you're scared, but I'll help you" Eren slowly dragged himself up, Titan glaring at the disturbance before running from the pup. Placing Levi's pillow between them as he stared, Eren didn't look well at all. Maybe he should have left him sleeping... but they'd needed to have this talk, a talk Eren had been too scared to have in hospital. It was understandable given the amount of time he'd spent there since they'd met was way too much "I know you know how to take care of a pup. You did an amazing job with Anna, and I know you'll do an amazing job with our boy... we need to pick a first name, but Farlan is a good middle name" "You..." "I checked your homework, and found your list" "Oh..." "I completely agree with you, Chad is a horrible name. Would you like to feed him?" "You... want me touch him?" Levi rolled his eyes "He's your son too. He's our son" "I don't deserve him" "You do. And before you say it, you're not going to hurt him" Not giving Eren a chance to keep objecting, he passed their pup into his arms. With a shaking finger, Eren let their son wrap his tiny hand around it "He's... so small" "Yep. And he came out your arse" "He didn't feel small... my arse still hurts" Was that... Did he just... and was that a smile? "I don't know if I understand what you're feeling? But you weren't the only one who had to wait. He was three days old before I got the chance to see him again... We didn't choose to abandon him, and we didn't" "I don't know what day he was born..." "On the 8th of December, at 9:48pm... according to Mike. You finished giving birth as we arrived at the hospital" "Really?" "You really don't remember, do you?" "The pain. I remember the pain, but... Mike said I don't have to force it... and that maybe because I had head trauma" "Yeah. It's a good thing you're so thick skulled" Eren's eyes filled with tears as their pup failed to latch "It's ok. You don't need to cry. I'll help you" "I should be able to do this!" "Eren, stop. Stop being so hard on yourself. He's not used to how soft your nipples are, he just needs a little help" "If I'd been there since the start..." "You wouldn't have been able to feed him. He needed help remember... and even if he'd had a normal birth, he still would have needed help" "I... can't do this" "You can" "I can't. I... Levi..." Moving to help Eren with the pup, it took only seconds for the boy to latch, then release, then latch again... "See... Eren?" Eren was crying, his body shaking "Talk to me. What are you thinking right now?" "That... that he doesn't like me... he won't latch for me... he doesn't like me" "Eren, he's a pup. Who was being fed through a feeding tube, then by bottle. Just give him a chance" "But he likes you. He feeds for you" "Yes, because I'm the one he's latched onto right now" "I feel like... I'm doing everything wrong" "You're feeding our son. In our apartment that you cleaned. You were supposed to be resting. Don't tell me Mike left you here alone?" "Kind of. I couldn't take being in the hospital anymore... he wanted to stay, but the moment he stepped into our home, I couldn't... I couldn't take it anymore. I kind of threw him out... and lost it a little" "You cleaned the apartment..." "I just wanted to do something right. They made me feel so wrong" They? Not he? Not Reiner? "They?" "The nursing staff... I couldn't calm down and it didn't feel safe. I couldn't think. It felt like... like they were judging me" "So you feel better being here?" "This is our safe space, right?" Levi smiled, nuzzling Eren's shoulder. His omega was still in there somewhere, even with all the pain he was suffering "Yeah. It is. Our little bubble" "Right... I know I'm not good, but... I want to be ok" "You're going to be just fine. And you are good. You're such a good omega" "Reiner hurt you..." "No. Reiner has taken too much from both of us. He hurt you. He tried to hurt our son. He's gone Eren" "Because you had to kill him. I didn't want you to know how that felt... to be responsible" "I don't regret it" "He knew Levi. He knew he wasn't getting out of there. He'd given up" "What makes you say that?" "Because he and I are more alike than I want to think about. When he shot you. I couldn't breathe. I wanted to get revenge. That's all I could think about. Was that I wanted him dead... and now you're going to have that bullet in you forever and he did that to you. It feels like you're always going to carry a part of him in you" "He means nothing to me. You and our son. That's all that matters" "I keep dreaming of my dad dying, but it's you. You dying in my arms and I can't get your blood off me. I scrub and I scrub, but it won't stop..." Eren covered his mouth, Levi lifting the pup from his breast. His mate looked as if he was about to vomit, instead, he shook his head as he swallowed hard. Eren's nightmares really were a force to be reckoned with... but maybe knowing he wasn't alone was what he needed "I've been having nightmares too. That Reiner took you from me. That he cut our pup from you and you bled to death..." "Why didn't he kill me?" "Don't say that. Don't... I don't want to live without you" "Then why are you wearing the engagement ring you bought me... I though you didn't need me anymore" Levi sucked his lips in, feeling stupid as he placed their pup on his shoulder "You don't have to tell me. I think I'm going to take a shower" Eren started climbing off the bed "No. Wait. I fucked up. Ok. I was thinking how much I wanted to put it in your finger, and I put it on mine... and now it's stuck" "It's stuck?" "Yep. So it's not because I don't want you, but because it's stuck. It looks like you'll have to wear the one on the chain for now" "You really got it stuck?" "It wasn't on purpose!" He felt stupid enough over it. Now Eren was fucking laughing at him over it. Or atleast, his scent was "I'm not going to hear the end of this, am I?" And there he went putting his foot in it "It's ok, I'm joking" Eren resumed climbing off the bed, rubbing his face as he stood "Sorry... my head just feels a mess. Everything you say, it sends my omega spiralling. It tells me how I shouldn't be with you or with him. That a real omega would... would never let his mate and pup be hurt. I'm sorry... I need some air" "Alright. I think I'm going to settle him down in here, and let him get used to our scents. They're strongest here" Eren nodded "I... uh... the baby bath is in the bathtub... I'll be in my room" "We'll save bath time until later. My hands still healing" And sending pins and needles through his arm when he moved it too much... something he'd have to get used to "Ok. Just. I'll come out when I'm ready" "I know you will. I love you, Eren" Burping his son, he laid the infant down in the spot Eren had been in. Shuffling down, he buried his face against the pups small head, his hand placed protectively across the boy, yet lightly enough so as to not cause him to vomit "See. Mummy just needs to calm down. He loves you, so much. And I love you. Though, if you want to cut him break when it comes to feeding, that would be great" Fucking Hanji. Levi hadn't meant to pass out on his bed next to their pup, nor had he expected to wake up to Hanji's overly happy tone chatting away at Eren. Gathering their son up, the boy definitely needed a nappy change. Though he was still sleeping peacefully. He'd never get used to how innocent his own son looked. Or the love and affection that swelled with just one look to the boy. Carrying his pup against his shoulder, Levi yawned as he walked from the bedroom. Eren was sitting at the dining table, looking like a scared rabbit, while the apartment had been invaded by balloons, Hanji, Erwin, Mike and Anna "Levi! I thought you were going to sleep through our visit" "I wish I had. Now back off, and leave my fiancée alone" "I wasn't doing anything, I was just surprised he was doing class work" "So what if he is? He's got this..." Mike cast him a sympathetic glance as Levi moved to cross the living room "Is that my baby boy? Can I have a hold?" "No. He needs a nappy change" "Let me..." Levi scowled at Hanji "I don't want you pawing at my pup" "But Levi! I had to wait months to meet him and I was soooo good. I waited until you came home" Letting out a whimper, Eren covered his mouth and bolted for the bathroom, a few moments later, Levi was scrunching up his nose at the sound of his mate vomiting "I'll go check on" "Thanks, Mike" Hanji's smile fell "Is he ok?" "No. He's really not ok at all" "Has he... is he bonding with your son? Have you named him?" Levi mentally stammered, he didn't want to be having this talk with Hanji, his mouth moving without him thinking "His names Viren Farlan Ackerman..." It was the last name on Eren's list and the first thing that just came out... fuck... now he was going to have calm Eren over this name thing "And we were trying to settle in, when you decide you were magically coming to visit. I'll be back in a minute" "Levi" Erwin's tone was warning, but the alpha saw nothing wrong in his actions. Three uninvited alpha's were in their apartment. Invading his fragile omega's safe place. For want of a better term, the whole apartment was a nest to Eren, and they'd entered his nest uninvited "Look. Eren isn't ok. And this isn't ok. You all should just go" "We're worried about Eren" "If you're worried about him, then you should go. Today's the first time he started to feel a little normal, and now he's back to being scared all over again. I know you want to meet him, but not like this" "Levi, that was uncalled for" "No, Erwin. You have seen what Eren's going through. You should have thought this through" Hanji sniffled, scooping Anna up into her arms "It's just... its Christmas tomorrow and we knew you couldn't visit us" When the fuck did it become Christmas Eve? His dates and times were completely screwed. He hadn't actually got anything for Eren after all, and his engagement ring was stuck on his fucking finger "Look. Let me take care of my son, then we'll talk. Sit down and try not to scare Eren when he finally comes out. He's even more fragile than after Zeke's death and his pregnancy scare combined" The last part was low enough that Eren wouldn't hear his words. His mate had made a lot of effort, as far as he was concerned. He'd tried to make their apartment perfect for his return, and he'd tried to do his school work. Even if it was just a distraction from his pain, he felt comfortable enough to attempt it in their apartment. * Being in the apartment had felt safe until Hanji had knocked on the door, her loud voice calling his name as Eren's heart raced so hard that it threatened to explode. It was the first time someone had knocked since the Reiner incident, and he hadn't been prepared for it, nor had been prepared for Levi not to engage all four door locks, that he'd left undone purely for the alpha. Since coming home, he felt like he could breathe again. There was one watching him or judging him. No one wanting him to spread his legs, to poke and prod at him. And Titan. Titan had been all over him. He'd been scared Reiner had hurt the fat cat, so finding him very much ok and very much starving to death, despite the full bowl, did wonders for his mood. Mike had wanted to stay, but the moment he'd stepped into the apartment and taken a deep lungful of his and Levi's scents, he couldn't stomach having another alpha there. It almost felt like he was cheating on Levi, even if nothing remotely close to sexual happened. Mike had made him promise to call, so he had... around making everything perfect for Levi. He wanted to show his alpha that... that he didn't want to run, even if that's all his mouth and legs were doing. Being home and remembering how things had been... it was easier to believe that maybe things might be that way again. Even if he'd left his alpha and his pup behind selfishly. Emptying the contents of his stomach, he tensed as Mike walked in behind him. He couldn't help but whimper as the alpha approached "Eren, are you ok?" He was pretty sure he didn't look ok. He hadn't slept at all the previous night. Someone had brought their mail in for him, and he'd had to wrap gifts for Levi and their son "Just... give me a minute" Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Mike didn't approach, giving Eren enough time to stop vomiting and wash the mess away "Sorry... I wasn't expecting visitors" "Hanji wanted to drop off your Christmas presents. I did tell her to call ahead" "My phone's off, now that Levi's home. I thought I wouldn't need to check in" "Ah. She didn't tell me that. Have you been eating?" "Y-yeah. It's better being here... it's easier" "Really? You don't look very well. Any fever? Or pain?" "No... I had a talk with Levi and I'm... there's too many alpha's here. I can't handle it" "That's ok. I don't think we'll be staying that long, well, long enough for Hanji to finally meet your son. Have you two talked about a name?" "A little..." Eren's hands were balled so tightly into fists, his nails were digging into his palms. His hands already ached from how many times he'd tried to scrub Levi's blood off them. The need to scratch was getting hard to ignore, as was the need to do something even stupider "Levi just said his name is Viren" Viren had barely made it on his list, but it was Levi's right to name his son. He nodded stiffly... he needed to calm down "Farlan for a middle name" "Farlan. Levi must be stoked. I always knew he had Farlan in mind if he had a son" "He was important to him" And it wasn't like he could use the names "Zeke" or "Grisha"... it'd kind of been an easy decision... even if Levi had wanted Farlan for the middle name, his alpha hadn't pushed it. Maybe because he'd chosen the middle name, it was ok for Levi to choose the first? "Mike, can you give me a few minutes. I need to take a shower" There were way too many scents... and he didn't want to smell like such a basket case when he came out "Alright. But..." "I know. Pain. Fever. Or bleeding, I'm supposed to call" "Just making sure" The first few minutes showering helped to soothe him, but the next few wrecked him. Using Levi's body wash, he felt grounded as his distress was washed down the drain. Since giving birth, he hadn't slicked once, but was too ashamed to ask if it was normal. He wasn't up for sex so soon, not when he couldn't stomach looking at his own body. He wasn't ashamed of carrying his pup, but the fact he'd gained weight while doing so left him stupidly insecure. He didn't feel sexy. He didn't feel confident. He didn't feel nice enough to be on Levi's arm, and he couldn't see whatever it was that Levi seemed to see in him. He'd been told he wouldn't go into heat for the first 6 months after giving birth, but with how messed up his heats usually were, he wouldn't be surprised if he went into heat sooner. All it took was a single look to Levi to send his thoughts scattering and ignite the base flame of desire in his stomach... even if the thought of sex completely revolted him at the moment. Ok. So maybe he was still more fucked up than he'd liked to admit... but he had tried to be good. He'd cooked and cleaned. He'd fed Levi's pup when he'd asked him too, when it was clear the small boy didn't like him. Closing his eyes, Eren leant his forehead against the blissfully cool tiles of the shower wall. He needed to do better. Taking a deep breath, he'd intended to forced his emotions further down. With the bathroom door cracked open, courtesy of Mike, a snippet of laughter reached his ears. Tears filled his eyes as his omega mocked him. Out there, Levi was with his friends and son. He had everyone he needed and that wasn't him... if their alpha loved them, then why hadn't he come to check on him? He'd been confused when Levi hadn't checked on him before, peeking into the alpha's bedroom to find Levi smiling in his sleep next to his pup. He'd rushed to do his homework to take his mind off how pathetically jealous he felt of the situation. A situation he could only blame himself over... As Hanji's voice rose to tease Levi, Eren sank to the floor, both hands against the shower wall. Why couldn't he be out there with them? Why did he have to be so wrong? He'd talked to Levi... he'd been scared but they were home now. In their safe place. He didn't think a knock on the door would shake him so much. Why was he always so weak? Levi was the one who'd been shot. The one with the bullet in him. The one who could be fucking paralysed by it. He may have slightly googled he fuck out gun shot wounds when he'd come home... it was because of him that Levi might never be able to have a normal life. And Levi still said he loved him. Zeke would have left him. Zeke had left him for less. Zeke had promised he loved him, had taken care of him. Levi wasn't Zeke, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get tired of him like his brother had. That the alpha wouldn't sell him off some day. He wanted to scream at the voices in his head to stop, but he couldn't bring himself to. Not when they were right. * Ignoring Hanji's annoying howl of laughter, Levi stared past her and towards the bathroom door. The feeling of something being very wrong was starting to build. Mike had said Eren wanted to shower due to everyone's scent which was fine. Levi agreed completely that there were far too many scents in their apartment, yet, it felt like Eren was taking far too long. Hence the teasing from Hanji. Rising to his feet, he handed Viren to Mike, who took the boy with a look of confusion while Hanji began to complain about it being "unfair since she hadn't had a hold". Striding over to the bathroom, he pushed the door in enough to stick his head around the corner. Fuck "Levi?!" Ignoring Erwin, he let himself into the room. Curled on the shower floor, looked broken. His eyes staring straight ahead as chest heaved. He'd fucking known it was too much for him. He shouldn't have tolerated a visit from the three idiots, even if it was Christmas Eve. Reaching in, he groaned to himself at how fucking cold the water was. Eren always like to finish his showers with a quick cold rinse. Some shit about his pores or something. Shutting the water off, he stepped into the stall. Eren's back towards him as he cautiously placed a hand on Eren's shoulder "Eren? You gonna come out?" "Levi?! Is he ok?" Eren jumped at Hanji's voice, whining unconsciously for his alpha to help him, as his legs slipped out from under him "You're ok. Hey. It's ok" Lifting Eren less than gracefully, his mate shivered violently as he was lifted off the freezing floor. Carrying him to the bathroom bench, he placed Eren down as if he was made of glass. His omega having been under the water long enough to tinge his lips blue "Oh, brat. Hold on" Grabbing Eren's towel off the rack, he wrapped it around Eren's shoulders, rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm him "I'm sorry. I should have made them leave sooner. It's ok. You're ok now" Rubbing Eren's arms wasn't getting his mate warmed up fast enough. Guiding Eren's face to the crook of his neck, he wrapped his arms around Eren, kissing his wet hair "You're ok. I've got you" Slowly, Eren's frozen fingers gripped his shirt. His mate nuzzling his neck with his cold nose "That's it. Take a few deep breaths. I've got you" "L-Levi?" "I've got you, baby. I've got you. You're ok" "It's cold" "Just a little..." "P-please don't get rid of me" "Eren, I could never get rid of you. Ever. You're everything to me" "You don't need me anymore" "I do. I need you every single day for the rest of our lives" "Everyone leaves me" Eren's words were whispered mumbles, if he hadn't been so close to his ear, Levi probably would have missed them "I'm not leaving you. I promise you" "I don't want to be like this" "I know you don't. But I'm not going anywhere" Nudging Eren's legs apart further, Levi pulled him tighter to him. The move wasn't sexual, instead he just wanted to hold as much of his omega as he could "I'm not going anywhere... I've got you" Kissing Eren's hair between the words, his fiancée was still shivering. "Levi, is he alright?" Eren jumped at Hanji's voice. He'd nearly soothed his omega to sleep in his hold. His scent was finally clearing of the emotional pain he felt, and the feeling through their bond had been growing towards something more than Eren's deep fear. Then she ruined it. Eren's fear spiked, between them growing warm as he realised Hanji had scared Eren enough for him to wet himself "You need to leave" "Levi" "You need to go. He's in overload. This apartment is our safe place and he was having a panic attack on the shower floor" "Ok... Eren. Sweetheart, it's Hanji. I just want to say congratulations. I know you're not feeling great, but we'll come visit you guys soon" Eren didn't move to talk to her "Ok. Should I tell Mike to place Viren down in his cot?" "Yeah. That would be great" "Merry Christmas guys. And happy birthday for tomorrow" "Hanji, just go" "I'm going" Hanji's heart was in the right place, but she was trying to love Eren to death and that was his job. He actually knew how to love his omega... or at least he used to. It wasn't like he didn't love Eren, he just needed to work out Eren's new triggers, and alphas other than seemed to be number one. Closing the door softly behind her, Levi ignored his desire to strip "I'm going to grab a towel, and we'll clean this up. Don't worry, I'm not mad. We'll get through all of this together, and we do, I'm going to marry the absolute shit out of you. So you better be prepared to be Eren Ackerman before you know what's happening" "S-sorry" "It's ok. I love you" With Eren clean and Levi only wearing a towel, the alpha was again carrying his omega. Eren's long legs wrapped around him as he carried him into his own bedroom, at Eren's request. He could see why. His omega had built himself another massive nest, this one including clothes they'd bought for their pup, and every soft cushion Levi had got for his omega during his pregnancy. On his bedside table sat two half drunk bottles of water, and an empty rice cracker packet. At least Eren had eaten something. Sitting him down, Eren climbed under the covers on his own. His breathing had calmed to a hiccup, bordering a purr, the scents of the living room really seemed to have been what set it off... and fuck did he hate that purr "Eren, do you want to be alone? I can go back to my room, if it's all too much?" "C-can you shower and come back?" Levi's eyes widened a fraction, as his heart leapt with happiness. His voice shook as he tried not to scare Eren by being too happy "Are you sure?" "I want to... wake up with you. I don't want another bad dream" Levi mentally apologised to Viren. It was still rather early, despite his unintended nap. They'd probably be woken soon anyway for another feed "Alright" "Can you check the locks too? All four and the ones of the balcony?" "Sure thing... Viren will need feeding soon, so I'll check him on the way back" Eren nodded slowly "It's alright, baby. You just rest" Viren was crying when Levi stepped out the shower. He'd checked all the locks, which he would have done anyway. Eren's safety was his number one concern. Carrying the baby boy into Eren's room, Eren had pulled himself up to sit only to have fallen asleep once he had. Roused by Viren's cries, Eren blinked at him with a small yawn "Someone missed their mum" "Someone missed my boobs" "I know I did" Eren shot him a glare as he took Viren into his hold "I don't think I can ever hold him and not be scared" "He'll grow. He's strong, like you are" "I don't want him to be like me" "I do. You've been through so much. And you're so strong. I love you so much" Eren shook his head, his eyes on Viren's face as he moved to raise the pup to his breast. Taking a few attempts, Viren latched on his own. Relief flooding Eren's face "He... he just..." Sitting on the edge of the bed, Levi wrapped his arm around Eren's shoulder, pulling his mate against him so he could nuzzle into his hair "See. He missed his mum. He's learning too, just like we are" "I... I'm still so scared of hurting him. Of making him dirty" "You're not dirty. You know I know those things Reiner said aren't true. I understand what you went through with Zeke, and that it wasn't sexual" "But I killed Bertholdt" "No. He was in a coma. Between you fighting him off and him passing away, anything could have happened" "I stabbed Reiner in the neck. I was trying to kill him. My dad died trying to get me out of there. He killed so many people Levi. And the omegas. What if Reiner was right? What if they all died? What about all the omegas parted from their pups? Their pups, who were... killed. All the omegas over the years who were forced to say goodbye" "Eren. Would you ever set up an organisation to take pup's away?" "N-No" "So why are you blaming yourself for the actions of rich fucked up pigs? I know you. All you want is to help omegas, to give them a voice and a safe home" "But..." "Reiner had lost his mind. He was trying to hurt both of us mentally as well as physically. You can't believe anything he said" "I can't get him out my head" "You've got a lot going on in there, huh?" Eren let out a soft sigh, nuzzling into him "Too much" "You still feel cold" "I am, a little" "When Viren's done feeding, I'll take care of changing him and putting him back to bed" "I'm sorry" "No. Baby steps remember. You're exhausted" "I really am" Readying his pup for bed, Levi settled him down in his cot, turning the baby monitor on and snagging the receiver as he left. Heading back to Eren's room, his omega looked too comfortable to disturb. Walking around Eren's bed, he cursed as he tripped not realising there was a small pile of presents hidden down the side of the bed. Fuck. Christmas. His birthday. Eren was more prepared than he was, and the Christmas tree wasn't even in the living room, though it was assembled in the corner of Eren's bedroom. Eren had made sure everything was perfect for their return. So decorating for his least favourite holiday of the year, was the least he could do. * Waking up in Levi's hold, it took Eren a few moments to figure out just what had woken him. Behind him, Levi was whimpering his name on repeat, Levi's legs kicking his as he struggled against him... while holding him stupidly tight. Struggling to free himself, he forced his alpha's hand off his stomach, as he rolled to face Levi. Levi's brow was damp with sweat, his face pained as he panted "Levi" Shaking his alpha, Levi growled. Shaking him even harder, Levi yelled out his name. His fiancée trying to save him, despite the fact it was all just a dream. Rolling to straddle his mate, he shook him again "Levi, wake up for me. Come on..." Shaking Levi slightly too hard, his alpha shot up, head butting him firmly in the process. Yelping in pain, Eren fell sideways as Levi dropped back against the cushion he was using as a pillow "Ow! What the fuck? Eren?" Moaning as he rubbed his head, Eren would have laughed if he hadn't felt so fucking shitty "Eren?" "I'm ok... Fuck. You have a hard head" "What were you doing?" "Trying to wake you up. You were having a nightmare" Levi blindly reached for him with his left hand, his right covering his face "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" "Not on purpose. You wouldn't wake up" "Shit... I feel like shit" "Nightmares will do that" Levi's hand finally closed around his wrist, pulling him forcefully into his hold. Rubbing his back, Levi sighed before starting to pat the spot he'd been rubbing "Shit. I'm so sorry" "I'm ok... not exactly the wake up I was expecting. Do... I should get off you" "No! No... just... give me a minute" Eren could Levi's heart racing, his own heart beating just as hard. Nuzzling his neck, his alpha sighed "Fuck. I was dreaming you left me and I couldn't find you" "I'm sorry" "No. It's not your fault. I need you Eren. More than I've ever needed anyone or anything in my life... give me a little longer with you like this" "But..." Pulling up, Eren stared down at Levi's eyes, his alpha moving the hand that had been on his red forehead to cup his cheek "You're so fucking beautiful. I don't deserve you" "I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. Um... this is probably weird, but happy birthday. I didn't make you a cake, but I promise I will" "You don't need to" Eren's disappointment must have showed. He was trying to be as normal as he could be... even when all he wanted to do was bolt from Levi's lap "But, we can make a cake together. It's our son's first Christmas" "I didn't decorate" "I don't mind. All I need is you" "I wish you wouldn't keep saying that..." "Why not?" "Because I feel like... I feel bad you have to keep being strong for me. I woke you because you were having a nightmare... you're the one suffering" "It was a dream. I like the real life you much better" "I don't like me very much" "That's ok. I told you long ago that I'd love you, even on the days you can't love yourself" Eren hung his head, moving place both palms flat against Levi's chest. His alpha gazing into his eyes as he forced Eren's chin up and to the side "What? What's wrong?" "I was just thinking how much I want to mark you as mine again" That... that was going to far. His stomach rolled as he tried to breathe "Levi..." "I know you're not ready, but I want to. I love just you and I love that mark of ours" "I'm not pretty anymore. My body is all messed up. I don't slick. My breasts leak. My stomach is all soft..." "Still. I find you the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on. This body of yours, proves you carried our pup. These scars of yours, prove you fought your hardest. And this arse of yours..." Levi moved his hand down to grope at him "I'd still eat you out for hours" "How can you say these things like that...?" "Easily. You're my fiancée and mate" "I feel like I don't have a place here anymore" Levi shook his head, his silver eyes filled with emotion "Your place is by my side. Now we're awake, I have a surprise for you" "A surprise?" "Yeah. Why don't you get dressed, while I get changed?" "I don't need a surprise" "I think you do" Levi stole a kiss, before letting him off his lap. He didn't deserve this man who called him beautiful, even when he knew he looked like a sack of shit. Levi made him wait in his room, Eren so nervous he didn't notice the lack of presents or Christmas tree. He didn't need anything. He'd acted so embarrassing the previous night that he cringed when he thought of Levi kicking everyone out the apartment. Knocking lightly on his door, Eren nearly had a panic attack as he screeched in fear "Whoa! What's wrong?" "No knocking" Levi lowered his hand, looking to it before nodding like he got it "Ok. I'll try to remember that. Anyway, I'm ready when you are" "Levi, is this like a people surprise? Or a loud surprise?" "No. You, me and Viren are the only people here. Titan's hiding in our room, he's absolutely terrified of Viren" With shaky legs, Eren crossed his room softly. Stepping out his room, Eren's breath was taken away. When he'd fallen asleep, there wasn't a single trace of Christmas in the living room. Now... now the tree was standing there, the decorations stupidly organised into nice neat lines. Merry Christmas had been printed out and taped to the wall... on the coffee table was a small pile of presents, most he recognised as what he'd purchased for Levi and their pup "Lee, what is this?" "This is our first Christmas with our son. My first birthday as a father. Our first Christmas with you as my fiancée and mate. I wanted you to have a good Christmas, even if I'm a kind of shit alpha. I didn't get a chance to get you anything" Eren shook his head as he threw his arms around Levi. He hadn't expected this! He hadn't heard Levi doing any of this! "I don't need anything! This... this perfect!" "I still want to buy you a proper present" "I don't need it. Levi... but you hate Christmas" "I don't know. Ever since you came around, it's fast becoming my favourite holiday" "I want to make you breakfast" Levi laughed at the abrupt topic change "I'll make it" "No. The morning is your birthday! Everything else can wait" "Eren" "Please let me make you breakfast?" "Only if you let me make lunch and dinner" "And you have to pick the movie... did Hanji give us sweaters again?" Levi snorted. Eren didn't know why the fuck he was suddenly so happy, but he didn't want it end like he knew it would "Yeah. Would you believe that she found one small enough for Viren?" "Yes... Levi. Are you sure you like that name? I mean..." "I do. I've already changed his nappy, and he's already for mum cuddles" "Levi, I can't have him in the kitchen. It's not safe" "Fine. We'll just have to sit and watch you cook" "Titan needs his special treat for Christmas too. Titan, puss puss!" There was the telltale thud of the fat cat jumping off the bed and the thumping of his paws as he came running. Letting go of Levi, Eren scooped him up "Hello baby boy" "He missed you" "I missed him. I was scared Reiner hurt him" Kissing the fat cat, Titan tried to push him off with his front paws "I know. You want your food. Come with me, Mister" Titan got an over serve of mince in his bowl, the fatty almost inhaling it as Eren started pouring the batter into the pan. Levi's birthday meant chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Carrying Viren out, the pup was grizzly "Sorry, mummy. I think he's a bit hungry" "Probably. Should I make him a bottle?" "You don't want to try feeding him?" "I'm making pancakes. There's oil and heat..." "It's alright. You're not going to be long. I'll swap with you when whatever's in the pan is done" Eren frowned. That wasn't how this was supposed to go "It's your birthday" "I don't mind" "I do. Is he warm enough? It feels cold in here" "He's warm, I got that onesie out, the elf one" Sitting at the dining table, Levi rocked Viren gently as the pup continued to grumble "I'll make your tea in a minute. Pancakes come first" Shooing Titan away with his foot, the cat took a run and jump, landing on the dining table. Remembering Levi said their fur baby was scared of the human baby, he flipped the pancake in the pan, before watching how it all played out. Sitting on the very edge of the table, Titan's tail was flicking back and forth, slowly he rose, taking two small steps forward before reaching a paw out towards Viren. Bopping the little boy on the head, Viren let out a louder cry. Titan falling of the table backwards in an uncoordinated heap, then wasting no time in shooting into the kitchen and climbing up straight up Eren's leg. All claws out as Eren cried out in pain, trying to get the tom's claws out his flesh "Titan!" Pulling the cat off his hip, Levi was was laughing his arse off over the whole ordeal as Titan tried to climb onto his shoulder "That's the second time he'd fallen and run" "He's terrified. My poor baby" Taking Titan's front right paw, he pressed a kiss to the back of it "I'm sorry. That's your baby brother. I know. Here, are you going to stay on my shoulder, while I make your dad's breakfast? It's ok" Titan climbed onto his shoulder, the fat cat way too wide to sit there comfortably, over balancing, he leapt down onto the kitchen counter. Scratching between Titan's ears, he slowly started headbutting for more pats "I'll protect you. Stop laughing, Levi. He's terrified" "I'm sorry. But he literally tried to climb you like a tree" "I know. He'd scratched up my side and leg... I'll have to clean up once your breakfast is ready" "You're not eating?" "Not until after Viren's been fed... I'm not really hungry" "You need to keep eating. You barely ate in hospital" "I was too self conscious..." He still was. As happy as he was to see his toes again, he wanted to hurry up and shed the extra pudge as soon as possible "But home is still better, right?" "Yeah. Don't worry, I'll eat" Probably only one or two pancakes. His stomach was already trying to rebel at the thought of food. He knew he'd have to talk to Levi about it, but Levi deserved a good birthday. And a day where he didn't have to worry about the fucked up omega living in his apartment. Today would be perfect, for Levi's sake... and maybe... maybe he could fool himself into feeling normal enough to enjoy it. Everything Levi has said earlier was right. It was their first Christmas as mates and parents. Viren deserved it being perfect, just as much as Levi did... When breakfast was done, Levi helped him give their pup a bath. The tiny boy seemed to love the bubbles and water, waving his arms and kicking his legs as he slowly fell asleep as Eren carefully washed him. It was still weird to think that the boy had really been inside of him. Levi was full of love and praise, the happiness and contentness in his scent nearly too much for Eren to bare. Part of him was jealous, while the even bigger part of him loathed himself for not being able to feel like his fiancée did. He didn't want to be a prisoner to his own mind. He'd been through that for years. Before Viren had been born, he'd been so happy and he wished he knew how to bring that back. It was like he truly couldn't remember who'd he been before the birth of the pup. He didn't hate Viren and he didn't blame him for his current mental state. There was only so much therapy could do, and the rest fell to his own mental weakness. Making sure the little pup was washed and dried, Levi found another onesie, taking what seemed to be another hundred photos of the boy in his other outfit. Levi had insisted on taking photos of him dressed as an elf, even though Eren really didn't want to, given how self conscious he felt over breast feeding. Still. Everything that was happening would one day fade to be just a memory, leaving photos as the only proof anything actually happened. After bathtime came present time. Levi's birthday presents coming first. Rather than buying one big gift for Levi, he'd gotten a few smaller, more practical ones. New frames for the photos of Levi, Farlan and Isabel to be hung in the living room. Along with a couple of photos of the pair of them during his pregnancy. The happiness in his eyes now seemed like a ghost haunting him as Levi stared down at the prints. Sensing it was all getting to be a little much, Levi swapped to opening the gifts for Viren. He'd brought his son more blankets and soft toys... even finding a stuffed catfish that made Levi laugh a little too hard as he swore that it was going to live in their pup's cot. When Viren's presents were unwrapped, Levi got a photo of the whole collection, his three Christmas presents sitting still wrapped for later. Not wanting to wake their pup, taking photos of Viren with everything would have to wait for later, and Eren was perfectly ok with that. Curling into Levi's side, he buried his face against the alpha's chest. Levi choosing some random Christmas themed movie to put on. Both silently ruling anything horror out for the time being. The day was nice in its own way. He fell asleep against Levi, waking to find Levi had shifted them while he slept, he was now in his fiancées lap, while Levi snored softly. His head lolled back against the sofa back in a way that couldn't be comfortable. Taking a few moments to himself, he studied Levi's sleeping face. He'd nearly lost him. The one person who understood him most in the world. And the one person who actually gave a fuck about his health and safety. Kissing just behind Levi's ear, he quietly promised he'd get better. It wasn't long after that Levi woke as Viren started crying. Titan, who'd crept over to the Christmas tree, to strike against his archenemy "the low hanging bauble", bolted with the first cry. Cracking his eyes open, Levi smiled softly. Being a father really suited him. There wasn't a trace of the angry, constipated alpha he'd first met at all "I guess someone's hungry" "Yeah. I didn't want to move and wake you" "So you watched me sleep?" "I was thinking how being a father suits you" "I never thought it'd happen" "And... you're happy right?" Levi reached up and flicked him in the centre of the forehead "I have you and I have our son. I'm so fucking happy that I'm surprised hell hasn't frozen over and the universe hasn't exploded" "Will you help me get better again?" "That's all I want. You. Safe and happy, and enjoying what we have" "Can you make me an appointment with Krista?" "I'm making us both appointments once the holidays end. We both have a lot to work out" "I don't know if I can work out my problems" "I do. Because I know how strong you are, baby" Eren flinched at the word "baby" "Eren? What is it?" "You won't get mad?" "I won't get mad" "I... when you call me "baby", I don't like it. The alpha's used to catcall and call me baby. It makes me feel like I'm not your brat" "I'm sorry. I didn't even... when you were giving birth, I guess I must have started saying it. I was trying to keep you conscious. I didn't mean to upset you. You'll always be my brat" "I didn't mean to make you feel bad" "You didn't. I like it when you tell me the things you like, want and need. It makes me feel like... like a shitty loved up idiot" "A loved up idiot?" "Yep. Come on, Viren's probably ready for his next feed" Patting his hip to encourage him off his lap, Eren shook his head "You rest. I'll get him" "I'm not so old as to be becoming one with the sofa" "Sure you are. You're my old man" "And you're my shitty brat" Eren stared into Levi's eyes, wishing he could kiss his alpha like he wanted. After a moment and half passed, Levi was the one to kiss him. The kiss soft and small, over in a heartbeat "I do love you, Levi" "You just need a little help at the moment. I know. Now go get our pup. Maybe we can get Titan to talk to him?" "That'd be a Christmas miracle" "Well, 'tis the season" Never did he think he'd hear Levi say "'tis the season", but none the less, a genuine giggle bubbled up from nowhere. Maybe that was his Christmas miracle? Being able to find his laughter again.

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