Forbidden magic: Alpha pair Olrufrey and the Brimmed Cap Omega Masterlist
Synopsis: Female Omegas are basically extinct. Qifrey and Olruggio, a mated alpha pair of witches find you covered in forbidden magic spells. You say you escaped the Brimmed Caps, but just want survival. Qifrey has an ulterior motive...
Tw: Read at your own risk. Eventual smut, yandere vibes, graphic mentions of torture, slight self harm, potential manga spoilers, not quite dddne but dark themes ahead.
Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3 Part 1
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Chapter 3 Part 2
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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( ✦ ) fem!reader, angst, suicide, death ⁝ REPOST from carienations◞ ao3.
your finger was the one he put a ring on.
everyone knows that you‘re the one who wears his last name like a badge; the one who shares a bed with him when the sky engulfed by darkness; the one who takes care of his laundry with overflowing care; the one who thoughtfully whipped him breakfast and dinner; the one who stay up for him at home praying he's safe and sound— the one where his vows lie.
yet, despite being the one in all sorts of things, you found yourself standing in the middle of nowhere as someone who would never be the one he devoted his love and soul to. a person who hover in-between nothing, for they have no place to root themselves to. someone who linger in the air like cigarette smoke, where its significance lasts as short as the fire that lights it up.
satoru gojo is devoted to you, as a husband. no more, no less.
it‘s his duty in which he requires to perform flawlessly beyond perfection, like he always has. especially, when it comes to pleasing the side of him whose sure nothing will ever be above the man; the honored one will always be able to choose his own path, eternally. and the path he let his feet take him in this case, is the one where he take an oath to be yours, for better or worse.
and for you, the truth of this arranged marriage with him keeps crawling behind you like a vice, religiously. as far as to dreamland, even. a place where the world was supposed to be a non-existent truth, not where the fact of life keeps strangling you breathless.
for what it's worth, the reality of it has cut through you for as long as you've breathed, with his last name weighing on your shoulder.
on some days, it feels as if it's gently reminding you of the consequence of marrying someone whose heart will always be confined behind his ribcage. as well as the price of attempting to tie your soul to another, who will never let his be in the palm of your longing hands.
for all the love you own, the realization of it has the wind stealing the air off your lungs, and it was undoubtedly the start of your nearing end.
when you found a picture of that woman in his wallet on some lonely night, no words had let itself free out of the cage that's your lips, as it's shut tight from where you had stitched it with a thread made from your infinite love. and the night breeze that day, were witnessed on how deadly was the silence, by you. a to-be-forevermore stillness from you, to the strongest one.
an anniversary present given by a wife to her husband, dedicated solely to the cursed marriage she believes he's shackled to.
she‘s a beautiful, enchanting woman, you may so for yourself. you've heard people describe her as a gentle soul with a poise demeanor; a perfect match for the man who's always searching for someone to keep him grounded, someone to keep him tethered to the reality that consistently screws him up.
gentle always followed after your name, too. but not like hers, never will be—something you compare yourself to every so often, while you let yourself drown in your reflection on the mirror—as it’s a different form of gentleness. the kind that someone who‘s, undoubtedly, be the one who satoru devoted his love and soul to.
a woman who doesn't smell like death is calling her name.
the woman in the picture is whose existence you've become sensitively aware of after the engagement happened. after all that whispers? no matter how hard you try, it lingers. it follows your every step alike the smell of cigarette, which often seeps into someone's clothes and scents like dirty ashtray. a smell that deserves to be one with the soil, from how rancid it is.
‘don't you think it's tragic? both gojo and that woman. having to end it all for his duty.’
‘perhaps. it's expected, i may say. no matter how high on the top satoru gojo is, no matter how much privilege being the strongest gave him— they always find a way to make him bend over the rules.’
‘seriously, you two are not giving the fiancee enough credit! imagine being her … a total nightmare. i would cry myself to sleep every single day, if i were her.’
even after many seasons have passed, you still find it in you of the nightmare, that is the ability to recite those words in your sleep. it‘s suffocating, truly. the truth of how your arranged marriage still chases you down, even when you‘re unconscious, is something that has you opening your eyes in startle night after night, with dread haunting all of your burning senses.
“satoru, who … is she?”
his whole body tensed. there was no name drop, no picture— nothing. only a question with no identification of who you were referring to. however, satoru understands in a heartbeat whose existence you were suggesting, as if there's no soul except hers. while you, on the other hand, can feel the way your heart drops to the ground, before it shattered as he muttered the answer.
"… a ghost of my past.”
the way that sentence left in-between his lips was more than enough to send you buried six-feet-under, if you were allowed to be truthful. his tone, a softness you've never heard before, was taunting you. it almost came across your ringing ears as a mocking on where you stand in his world. not from him. it's a calling by the universe itself.
and it sends chills right through your body, as if the grim reaper is brushing their scythe right by your pulse.
you really did take away his life, his freedom. no, worst. you've taken away their love and crushed it by existing. the sight of him—a husband who owns your heart without knowing—keeps bringing you back to the one undeniable truth: each breath you take is evidence of how satoru gojo life is no longer vivid of love, but monotone from the misery that is your marriage.
“ah. sh— she's really pretty.” your statement was pure, no malice hidden behind it. she is a beautiful human being. still, despite your own words, you can feel how the world starts crumbling into ruins under your feet.
you didn't pester him after the reality was laid upon you like a misfortune. instead, you continue acting as the lovingly doting wife you always been, all the while a void started to grow in you. a void which is all-consuming. and in the midst of your spiraling, a promise for him was made from the deepest part of your soul and heart.
even if the man can‘t hear it, you promise with your life that he'll own his life.
it wasn't surprising when the next day everything in the house was clean and tidy. a perfectness expected from you, as a housewife. no trace of you was seen in the place you arrogantly called home, for time and again.
that was one of your last acts of love for the man, who'll always be the reason for your pounding heart. soon to be halting, with all the love pouring from it. an act of sparing him from your strangling existence he was forced to have; sparing him from the longing and pain of what-if, as well as what-could-have-been, with her.
his clothes were all stacked thoughtfully in the closet. the fridge and pantry is filled with everything he loves. all of his necessities that were near empty have been stocked up, by your caring tendencies. the delicate hands of yours had also prepared his usual meal plan, for the last time. everything you've done over and over like breathing, was finally seeing an end.
and that night, for your last act of love as his wife and someone who loves him far too consuming— you‘ll give him the freedom he always yearns for. an unshackling from what he never should have to tolerate, you.
satoru, the light of my life,
the glass was held firmly on your trembling hand, as you slowly brought the rim of it towards your awaiting parting lips. your intense gaze, slightly wavering, was capturing the sight of how the liquid starts to run dry from your glass, down to your throat as it slowly flame you from the inside.
for everything we’ve shared and all the things you've done for me, i really, really thank you.
under your touch, the glass had let itself slip and shatter against the cold tiles; crashing against your shared bedroom floor, as it echoes through the silence, while your body stumbles around before eventually falling hitting the solid ground.
no matter what anyone says you‘re my favorite, and will always be.
in the emptiness of the house that was never yours to live, no one was there to watch how the froth started forming in your mouth like the beginning of an end. the sounds of your strangle breath that engulfed the room was, undeniably, aching to hear— filled with defeat, helpless, and somewhere in the back, a sense of relief.
i truly have no regrets in this life, other than holding you back from the life you dream and deserve. a life where you know nothing but laughter and endless joy, with your loved one.
your body that was uncontrollably shaking as it takes in the source of satoru‘s freedom, had finally come to a halt. one might say that it was an act of kindness from the grim reaper, for how they have seen you suffer enough with the selfless act, based on a love you never had the privilege of confessing to.
these past few months of being your wife have brought me a happiness that no one had ever given me. truly. a happiness i'm sure the maggots will be jealous of, when i'm finally erased out of this world.
a pair of bright eyes, ones which were always searching for his ocean blue eyes—the one you find yourself diving in every time— were dull and drained of color, by the end of the day, as it stares empty at the endless darkness it often greets.
i‘m sorry for all of the mess and pain i've caused you, satoru. never once in my life have the thought of hurting you ever crossed my mind. so, please … have a good life after this, will you?
on your shared bed, a letter is laid as it waits for the owner to come pick it up, and read the life-changing words written on it. your wedding ring was placed neatly, tucked in its box side-by-side with the letter on the bed. the proof of the end of the marriage was waiting for him, as well as the rightful owner of the ring, to wear it.
i love you, my light, my sirius. with the very little that i am, i hope you'll never get tired of shining your light my way, even when i've become one with the soil.
even though you'll never see the way his face bathes in sunlight, when the morning comes anymore— you‘re relieved that the end of your life is the new start of his, the freedom that you promised to him. and you're someone who always, always, keeps their words no matter how devouring it is to fulfill some words arranged.
for you, i‘m letting go.
after all, even if the world turns upside-down, you know his love and soul were never yours to keep.
Forbidden magic: Alpha Pair Olrufrey and the Brimmed Cap Omega
Chapter 6
TW: Read at your own risk. Eventual smut, yandere vibes, graphic mentions of torture, slight self harm, potential manga spoilers, not quite dddne but dark themes ahead.
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“I want revenge on the brimmed caps for what they’ve done to me.”
You don't really know what you were expecting to happen with that answer, but boy did that catch Qifrey by surprise. You saw a hint of sparkle flash throughout that ocean blue eye of his. White witch, surely this must be important to you...
"Oh really now?" A small smile appears on Qifrey's face. Olruggio peeks over at Qifrey, trying to get a read on his mate. He knows that Qifrey suffers from trauma and lost his eye and memories due to the brimmed caps. Olly is the one who found him when they were children, after all. He knows what a dangerous game this could be - bringing a brimmed cap female omega into his pack, at least temporarily.
"Well how do you suppose we go about doing that? Do you know where your hideout was? Names, faces, location, motives, anything?"
"I know a few things, yes. I blacked out how I escaped but I'm sure with a few days of rest and ample time to try and remember, I would be able to pull forth how I got here. If… that's okay, that is."
You're just spitting word vomit at this point.
"Dear, I think it would be cruel of us to send the poor girl outside again. Perhaps we discuss amongst ourselves and then the apprentices, yes?"
Qifrey stands and grabs his mate's hand. They exit the bedroom, cast the barrier spell over their chambers in case you might try something funny, and walk down the stairs.
"I know you aren't just bein' nice now…what are you thinkin'?"
"She could be useful to us. We want to stop the brimmed caps because of not just my personal situation, but look at Coco. If they are out there hoarding and torturing female omegas for some grand gesture, it would be best to put an end to them. What if their interest in Coco is some forthcoming knowledge she will present omega? Y/N said she was kidnapped as a child."
"Aye, but there's the issue of the Knights Moralis. They already interfered with Coco and we narrowly avoided that. I don't think she'd pass for an apprentice at her age, either."
"Then it's simple! We say she is our mate! Then the Knights Moralis cannot take her if she isn't actively practicing forbidden magic. We can keep her body covered to hide that, and she doesn't smell of omega until she bleeds. We can just keep her heats contained if they do happen! Oh I think this is perfect!"
Qifrey claps his hands together in excitement.
"Qif, I love you, so much, but have ya considered what the girl will say? On top of that, what about the apprentices? This means keeping up an appearance in front of people, and half ass lyin' to the girls. If she's not used to bein' around alphas, especially as close contact as we will have to make it to not look suspicious, we could trigger a real heat. Do you really want to be responsible for that? I know we handle each others' ruts but biologically you know what happens to both us alphas and the female omega during the height of it. You were growlin' at me when we found her scent by the cave for fucks sake."
Qifrey puts his hand on his chin and begins to rub it. "You make a good point my love. I guess before we think any further, I should run it by y/n. Why don't you go check on the girls for a bit and I'll come down soon."
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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again [Master List]
Trigger Warnings: MDNI. More tags to be added: kidnapping, drugs mentioned, mentions of past abuse, spanking, Daddy Kink and incest. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
Alpha Gojo Satoru runs 80% of Japan's underground marijuana production. When a shipment goes missing, Yuji takes it upon himself to retrieve the missing goods - all the while dragging Megumi into his shenanigans.
Among the stolen boxes and potted plants they find a Hybrid Omega.
It quickly sets in that this is a world far larger than illegal substances and turf wars.
Forbidden magic: Alpha Pair Olrufrey and the Brimmed Cap Omega
Chapter 5
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Tw: Read at your own risk. Eventual smut, yandere vibes, graphic mentions of torture, slight self harm, potential manga spoilers, not quite dddne but dark themes ahead.
Qifrey leaves the room just as quietly as he entered.
You sit there on the edge of the bed, tears falling, body shaking. What just happened? His omega. ONLY his. Not theirs..
He doesn't plan on telling his mate about this does he…
The brimmed caps are hated in general, everyone knows that. But why is he clinging to his hatred so much that it seems to shape his entire being? His voice was completely different. He went from such a soft spoken alpha to... whatever that hell that was.
All you know right now is that you do not want to cross that line.
You're a brimmed cap, you know forbidden magic when you see it.
Qifrey the witch, you're hiding just as much as I am, aren't you?
***
Morning comes and you haven't slept since the interaction last night. Part of you wants to make a break for it - the consequences of your own actions might be less of a punishment than whatever Qifrey was hinting he would do.
The other part of you is a conniving bitch and wants to play along.
I mean, you’ve had your fair share of witch versus witch battles.
To no surprise, you’ve taken the win in all of them.
It's pretty difficult to take down a brimmed cap when a regular witch has to close their spells on a palm quire and you simply swipe your finger twice and you’re done.
Not to brag or anything.
Just because I’m an omega doesn’t mean I can’t take down an alpha like you, Qifrey.
There’s a knock at the door, interrupting your potential scheming.
“Ey, lass, I’m coming in.”
Olruggio. He’s the top alpha it seems. I wonder if he knows about that dark side of Qifrey. He enters the room and sits down across the bed from you.
“Do you plan on tellin’ me your name today, or are do I have to use the alpha command on ya? I don’t like doin’ that, it isn’t right, but we need ‘ta know your name.”
You contemplate those words for a brief moment. He admits he knows the fact an alpha can command an omega with intent whenever they please, but he’s allowing you a choice.
Have you ever had a choice?
“Y/N.”
Olly sits up a little straighter.
“Thanks. Care to tell me what you’re doin ‘round here?”
The fact he’s asking you so nicely, he let you have your actual autonomy, you feel telling him is a safe option right now.
He could be the good witch while Qifrey is the bad witch and the entire thing is a coy…
Given the information you have at the current moment, you decide to play along with Olly’s questioning. If you DO try to escape, you might have more leverage later after understanding how he found you in the first place.
“I escaped captivity under the brimmed caps. I’ve been held captive since I was a child. I think I’m almost 30 now.”
Your voice is hoarse. You haven’t spoken this much in years.
“You escaped?”
You nod in agreement.
“How?”
“I don’t remember. My body just somehow acted on its own and I didn’t fully wake up until I ended up under a dock somewhere..”
“How did you get here?”
“I followed the white witch from the city. I hid in the trees.”
Should you be revealing this much?
Eh, this isn’t really anything too specific. You don’t know how you escaped, you really did black that part out, but following someone to their place isn’t unreasonable for a brimmed cap.
“What do you want?”
“Food.”
That really was the simple answer. You followed Qifrey here to manipulate the girl into giving you something to eat, but instead you just stole from their garden.
You probably shouldn’t mention the fact you wanted to hunt the white fluffy thing, considering it is resting comfortably on Olruggio’s shoulder.
“Why didn’t ya just come ask? You coulda come to the door ya know.”
“But I’m an omega. I’m a brimmed cap.”
Does he really not know what has happened to the female omegas? How rare you are? Is he playing dumb? Isn’t it fucking obvious with the forbidden magic spells carved into your body that you’re a brimmed cap?
You can’t get a read on this alpha and it's starting to piss you off.
“I’m a brimmed cap.”
You remember that you can have a tone. A personality that isn’t suppressed in a cage, so your words have some bite behind them.
Olly just looks at you -as if he’s looking through you. At that exact moment, Qifrey comes into the room. He looks up at you and smiles a bit.
“Well good morning dear, I hope you got some rest last night.”
Oh you’re full of shit, white witch.
“Have you decided to speak?”
“Y/N.”
“Good timing love, she was just about to tell me what she's doin’ here. Escaped, hungry, brimmed cap, omega - that’s what we’ve gotten so far. Come sit.”
Paying close attention, you see Qifrey’s blue eye twitch. If you weren’t deliberately looking for some sort of reaction that you are indeed, a brimmed cap, it isn’t something anyone would ever notice.
You highly doubt even the alpha’s mate would’ve caught on to that. Priority now is finding out if they’re in together on the good witch / bad witch play, or if Qifrey is just playing soft alpha of the pair...
What they do in their (this) bed doesn’t matter.
“A brimmed cap, you say?”
Oh fuck you.
You commanded me against my will last night knowing my secondary gender will obey, grabbed my face, called me your pet and your new bargaining tool.
You’re lying too easily, witch.
“Well then, go on. Why are you lurking around our atelier? What do you plan to do if we lower the spells on this room? It's obvious you’re not foreign to witch combat, given.. the state of your arms.”
“I don’t know.”
That is the truthful answer, at least for now. Do you want to gather information on Qifrey? Do you want to just fend in the forest by yourself? Is that even sustainable? With the way you’re permanently scarred, you doubt that you’ll find a safe place to hide for more than a few days at a time. The world is out to get you for being a female omega, or a brimmed cap. You're shit out of luck any way you look at it.
Do the brimmed caps want me back?
Are they looking for me?
That thought makes you queasy.
Am I seeking revenge on the brimmed caps?
A light spell brighter than the morning sunrise peering through the window suddenly appears in your head.
If Qifrey hates the brimmed caps and plans on using me to get to them, if I say I want revenge on them, perhaps he won’t hurt me.
Anything to delay the inevitable... where he ultimately forces you to submit your body to him like alphas do to omegas.
At the very least, maybe this could delay whatever he might do until I get a better grasp on the situation and these witches.
You were made into a weapon, after all.
Yeah, that’s the play for now. What’s that saying the brimmed caps drilled into the other child victims they sent out into the city pretending to be normal, all to gather information on certain witches?
Keep your friends close but your enemies closer?
You sit up a little straighter and look Qifrey directly in his eye.
“I want revenge on the brimmed caps for what they’ve done to me.”
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Forbidden magic: Alpha Pair Olrufrey and the Brimmed Cap Omega
Chapter 4
Tw: Read at your own risk. Eventual smut, yandere vibes, graphic mentions of torture, slight self harm, potential manga spoilers, not quite dddne but dark themes ahead.
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"Love, will you ready a bath? I'll keep hold of her while you clean her up. I'm not putting the poor girl to bed looking the way she is."
Qifrey readies a bath. Olruggio and Qifrey, as much as he hates the water, gently clean off your body. The heat has since dissipated from your skin.
"These are so healed. So, intricate. The stronger spells are closer to her fingers. What's this?"
Qifrey holds up your small hand. He inspects the silver rings, seeing the trigger where the needle activates to draw a drop of blood.
"That must be how she closes her spells. Her own blood. Dreadful."
Looking at the contraption further, it was crafted by someone very skilled. The alphas make sure to remove these rings for when you wake up. Upon doing so, they see words carved upon each ring. You have 3 on each hand, your thumb, index, and ring finger. The words are the same for each set.
Omega.
Death.
Compliance.
Sensing Qifrey's anger, Olly takes a closer look. He immediately releases calming pheromones around his mate, trying to prevent a spiral or violent episode. Qifrey controls his trauma most of the time, but Olruggio knows that anything involving this feral omega linked very obviously at this point to the brimmed caps can trigger him into, well - he really doesn't want to find out.
"We don't know anything about the girl, let's not judge yet aye? Perhaps she isn't what she looks like."
Qifrey grunts at that. He knows Olly's right, but to see the forbidden magic carved so perfectly into your skin? He inspects your arms and hands once most of the blood and grime has been cleaned off your body. The magic carved into your skin looks deep, old, and no doubt had to have been painful. The circles are perfect but have burn marks around them. Did they burn the almost formed circle into you to make sure it held? These carvings really are a work of art. You have your main spells, on your forearms. Fire and Water on your left, Wind and Light on your right. On your biceps rest Ice and Darkness on your left, and each of the cardinal directions on your right. The ease of all the spells surrounding each other make complex multi-spell combinations incredibly easy.
Your body truly is a weapon, Qifrey thinks.
He can't help but shiver at the thought you might be connected to his memories and eye.
The alphas got you cleaned up and properly dressed for what could continue as a feral heat when you wake. A noise and cell barrier block the doorway and window. There is no escaping this room when you do wake, no matter how violent the magic you cast is. A barrier spell cast by two high level mated witches is near impenetrable. Primal instincts strengthen the barrier to protect the pack.
An entire day passes where the omega in the masters' chambers sleeps undisturbed. The atelier is filled with witches and the apprentices walking on eggshells. Qifrey and Olruggio have only given the girls the bare minimum information necessary, since they don't even know what you might do when you wake up.
The alphas sit in their room and take turns monitoring you. It's not until dusk of the second day you begin to startle awake.
Mmm... Warm. Soft. Safe.
Safe?
...
Safety?
You suddenly shoot awake. Qifrey and Olruggio sit across the room from you and just look at you. They're expecting you to yell or scream, perhaps cast a spell at them.
"Good evening, glad you're awake."
The other alpha just hums in agreement.
You look around and see the barriers. You see that you've been cleaned and redressed, silently thanking them for at least maintaining your decency.
You also realize your rings have been removed.
Fuck.
In a pinch, if you bite your hand hard enough, you can draw blood.
Its messy and inefficient but if you're fast enough, you can close enough spells to still harm them in a semi-precise pattern.
But it doesn't look like these alphas want to attack you?
Your instincts tell you to sit quietly and just...observe.
"What's your name, dear?"
You just look at the men in front of you. You won't deny they're both gorgeous. One with purple eyes, the other with a stunning blue, but his other eye is hidden. Odd.
While you take in their features, Qifrey and Olruggio are mesmerized by your beauty as well. You are unlike anything they've ever seen. Now that you're redressed and hair is not a mess, they notice how your eyes are blue, almost gray.
Qifrey wonders if you suffer from silverwash, or even the slight onset of it with irises that color. Both men could easily lose themselves in your eyes. The fleeting beauty that witches described female omegas to be was indeed, accurate.
What the alphas find interesting is that your scent isn't driving them crazy. In fact, it's concealed. You were able to be scented with your blood it seems, but now that your heat is suppressed and your body is clean, you're just...nothing. Not even a hint of strawberry.
"Oi, not going to answer him? What's your name lass?"
You shake your head no.
When was the last time I truly spoke?
Unnecessary.
It's as if the alphas can read your mind. "Sweet girl, we aren't going to hurt you. You were a wreck when we found you. We know you were hiding around this area, just tell us what you're plotting and no serious action will be needed."
Remember, you lack social skills. You can't recall the last time you had to hold a conversation with someone. The brimmed caps would beat you for speaking out of place, and words had no place in missions.
"..escape.."
Is all you could mutter. Your voice was hoarse, indicating you really hadn't spoken in awhile.
Qifrey and Olly both give each other the same look of intrigue. It's when they turn their heads that you can see they're mated - the marks visible on both of their necks.
I was right. This is an alpha x alpha pair.
"Ah, well isn't that fascinating. I'm Qifrey the witch, and here is my mate and the watchful eye of this atelier, Olruggio."
You nod. You still don't sense any hostility from the pair.
"Well I think that's more than enough for the evening, come on love let's let her rest. Perhaps in the morning she will be more willing to talk."
Olly nods and the couple leave. You hear the spells lock in place so you're trapped in the room.
***
A few hours pass and you lie awake in bed. You hear the barrier spell moving when suddenly, Qifrey appears in the room. He does not carry the same essence he had earlier. His eye looks at you with hate and disgust. You swear you can feel the rage leave his body and suffocate you.
"Listen here, little omega."
His voice is deeper with a growl behind it. There is no warmth behind his words. He is the epitome of an alpha right now with his canines showing
"Come."
Oh no.
Oh no no no no no no no -
The commands. An alpha has complete control over a female omega when there is intent behind the words. You don't even realize that your body moved to the edge of the bed, facing the white hair witch directly. Your submissive state has you on your knees with your hands clasped together in your lap.
Your eyes widen in surprise, slate blue irises showing exactly what you are while you stare into Qifrey's eye: an omega.
Qifrey grabs hold of your wrists with one hand and your chin with his other. He forces you to look up at him even more direct. He is not gentle.
"Listen here little omega. I don't know what you're doing around here, but I know what you are. You're littered with forbidden magic. You reek of the brimmed caps. I don't give a damn what happened to you, who you are, or what you've done. You belong to me now. Do you understand?"
You don't dare move a muscle while in his grip. He squeezes you harder.
"Tell me your name, omega."
Tears begin to fall down your face. You're shaking. You have no pheromones to secrete so there's no way even the other people in the house would be alerted and able to come to your aid.
Qifrey releases his grip on your face, his hold so tight that your cheeks are red.
"Fine, omega. Two can play at this game. Remember that your little omega body will ALWAYS submit to me. The power I hold over you my dear... mmmm." He begins to pet you, stroking your long dark hair backwards. In any other instance, this motion would be calming. Right now?
You're so fucking scared.
"Forbidden magic or not, you belong to ME now. My omega. My cute link to the brimmed caps. This is far more convenient than the correlation with Coco, and I thought I hit the jackpot there. Unlike you, I would never harm such a sweet, innocent apprentice such as she. You filthy weaponized creature, though, that's different. Surely the brimmed caps will want their pet back, even if she is feral. You'll be a great bargaining tool for me, little omega."
He takes a few steps back.
"All right then, sleep well my love. Let's keep this meeting between the two of us, yes?"
His tone no longer carries such a vindictive nature.
His scent returns to mint and winter rain.
This alpha is without a doubt, the scariest man you have ever met.
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Yandere Qifrey will be put in bold to differentiate his mood.
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Forbidden magic: Alpha Pair Olrufrey and the Brimmed Cap Omega
Chapter 3 - Part 2
Tw: Read at your own risk. Eventual smut, yandere vibes, graphic mentions of torture, slight self harm, potential manga spoilers, not quite dddne but dark themes ahead. series masterlist: https://tinyurl.com/4n5c33tt
Your wailing gets louder and your scent even stronger with fear, combining with the distress now. Qifrey and Olruggio haven't witnessed anything like this, but the screams of pain and fear immediately flood their primal instincts and block the instinctual urges to breed the omega in front of them.
"Olly, the poor girl. We can't just leave her."
"Aye, the problem is getting near her. It's obvious she's feral. Can't be much younger than you or I."
"Olly.." Qifrey whispers. Both witches realize now that your skin is carved with spells. Almost every inch of you. The brimmed caps.
"Olly she...she's.... a brimmed cap. Olly she's a brimmed cap omega!"
The anger behind Qifrey's voice is enough to send you into an even tighter bundle, trying so desperately to hide yourself. You smell the alpha's rage emanating from him.
"Calm down! You said it yourself we have ta 'elp her. Brimmed cap or not, the poor lass is suffering. If we can get my robe around her and restrain her wrists if she fights, we can get her back to the atelier or even the ward in Kalhn. She might die out here like this. I'm hopin' if I carry her, my scent will calm 'er down a bit. Come now Qifrey."
Qifrey begins to approach you, making sure to speak softly, move slowly, and release calming pheromones. Olruggio follows behind doing the same, ready to wrap you in his cloak.
If the alphas are lucky, your body will submit immediately to them and you'll quiet down. However, being feral, that's a gamble.
With the scent of sandalwood and mint leaves enveloping you, your wails of pain begin to fade. You're overcome with something warm and fuzzy, causing your head to spin. You hear the alpha talking to you gently, voice hushed.
"You're alright lass, I'm going to wrap this robe around ya and get you back to safety. Qifrey and I here won't hurt ya. I promise."
The calming aura surrounds you and your body sends you crawling forward into the robe. That's the thing about going into heat - logic is thrown away. Never being around a gentle alpha as a feral omega, it's no wonder your body follows its instincts and acts before your mind can even process. If you were clear headed, you'd think twice.
"That went better than I expected," says Qifrey.
You're a mess underneath Olly's robe, but he's holding you gently against his chest in a bridal style carry. The smell of alpha calms your nerves and puts you immediately in a deep slumber. The pair both relax and their pheromones are calm but protective.
"Let's get her back home. How are we going to explain this to the girls?"
Qifrey smiles and scratches the back of his neck.
Oh my, what did he get up to this time?
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Forbidden magic: Alpha Pair Olrufrey and the Brimmed Cap Omega
Chapter 3 - Part 1
Tw: Read at your own risk. Eventual smut, yandere vibes, graphic mentions of torture, slight self harm, potential manga spoilers, not quite dddne but dark themes ahead.
series masterlist: https://tinyurl.com/4n5c33tt
read part 2 here: https://tinyurl.com/2ebmccx5
Qifrey insisted to look for herbs himself in the forest while Olly stayed back with the girls. Though Qifrey has a knack to get into trouble, he promised his mate he would do nothing of the sorts.
"Oi. If you come across that omega, be careful. We don't want any more issues popping up in our atelier. Taking in Coco was more than enough."
Qifrey nods, taking his warm smile into the woods with brushbuddy atop his shoulder and a basket ready to collect ingredients for his pack.
"Dearest brushbuddy, if there is an omega wandering around these woods, perhaps she is linked to the brimmed caps? Olly did say he felt something sinister. Wouldn't that be, oh, I don't know, slightly convenient? Hmm."
Qifrey continues to wander farther into the forest, his basket about halfway full. Brushbuddy suddenly jumps off of Qifrey 's shoulder and darts to the right, headed towards the large rock formation.
Qifrey's scent immediately changes, releasing a stress pheromone. Though Olruggio is quite a ways away, the mated pair are so in tune with each other that he immediately feels it and sprints into the forest. Qifrey, keeping close to brushbuddy, comes upon a cave. He can see the magic residue of a noise barrier, and even stronger is the scent.
Your scent. Cupcake, with a hint of strawberry. You smell delicious.
Canines immediately growing on the alpha, he starts growling in response. The urge to find the omega and breed her is strong. He just has to break this barrier... Luckily, the more controlled alpha of the pair arrives just in time to rein Qifrey back in. Though his cock is hard under his robes at the scent of you as well, Olly growls at his alpha mate and brings him back to reality.
Immediately a wave of stress and pain pheromones surround the two men and they can't help the primal urge to care for the omega in need.
Breaking through the barrier and casting a quick light spell, the two move deeper into the cave. Your whines and moans start to become audible the deeper they go. Your scent is no longer berry and sweet, it's rancid. Sour. The clear distress you're in has both the alphas looking at each other knowing that whatever they are about to get into is a bad idea, but their instincts pull them forward.
You are curled up over yourself in the farthest corner of the cave, naked, with blood everywhere. It looks like you've been stabbed repeatedly.
To those not aware that feral omegas can present like this during a heat, the scene is vile. The smell of iron is almost as strong as your stress pheromones. You're absolutely covered in sweat and blood while tears stream down your face.
Smelling the alphas this close to you has you screeching at the top of your lungs.
Am I yelling out of fear? Pain? Both? I can't move. My body isn't my own. They're going to take me. They're doing to do what everyone else did to me!
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Forbidden magic: Alpha pair Olrufrey and the brimmed cap omega
Chapter 2
Tw: Read at your own risk. Eventual smut, yandere vibes, graphic mentions of torture, slight self harm, potential manga spoilers, not quite dddne but dark themes ahead. Lmk if I missed anything
chapter 1 here: https://tinyurl.com/4acnj5n7
series masterlist: https://tinyurl.com/4n5c33tt
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Too many hours pass while you wait for the darkness to swallow your shadow within the trees. Perhaps you got too zealous going after the fluffy thing. You need to be more careful.. the last thing you want is an alpha on your trail. You just escaped a few days ago after all.
Inside the cozy atelier, Olruggio and Qifrey sit up in their shared bed. Olly is trying his best to subdue his stress pheromones, but Qifrey knows him all too well.
"What's bothering you my love? You've been on edge all day since whatever you sensed this morning. Care to tell me what's going on? Is your rut near?"
"No, is-nothin' like that. I think we've a little bit of a problematic situation though Qifrey. I sensed a dark aura yesterday, 'member? Then this mornin' with the girls, it felt... sinister. Maybe it's nothin', but I don't think we should have the girls outside tomorrow yeah?"
"Sure. Perhaps I'll keep my eye out whilst I gather herbs from the forest tomorrow. The girls surely would appreciate a day off."
Olly hums in agreement. The two alphas erase their light spell and begin to doze, happily nudged against each other.
You on the other hand, are far from cozy. You don't dare push your luck tonight. You quietly climb down from the trees and grab a few more things from the garden.
It's not particularly hot outside, but you've been overheated today. Not sweltering hot, but enough that even the shade of the forest isn't as much relief as it should be. As much as you're craving meat and a proper meal, you put that fantasy to rest. Wanting to cool off a bit, however, you decide to freeze the strawberries you picked once you climb back up the tree.
Again, you swipe your right thumb over your index finger ring activating the needle. Just a drop of blood comes out and you dab it on the pad of your index finger. You shove your left sleeve up a bit higher to reveal the ice spell carved into your bicep. You close the seal with your blood and immediately freeze the strawberry.
Chilly. Nice.
As grotesque as the torture was to carve these into your body as a child, they sure are convenient, you think to yourself. Wouldn't it be nice to learn gentle magic..
Inside the atelier, Olly was on the verge of sleep when he suddenly shot up out of bed, startling Qifrey.
"Olly? My love, what is going on?"
"There's someone outside. I smell her. I'm not imagining it now. The scent, albeit faint, is coming from the treeline."
Qifrey just looks at Olruggio like he himself cast forbidden magic. Sensing his mate's concern, Qifrey nods.
Olly and Qifrey immediately head outside the atelier.
You noticed the frenzy from the window, retreating farther back into the forest. Olly straightens up, showing just how dominant of the mated alpha pair he is.
"I know ur'e out there lass...it'd be in your best interest to stop hidin' from me."
He steps towards the forest, looking up for any sign of what he can smell is a female omega.
"Olly wait! You can't just go out there, it could be dangerous! We don't know anything about the situation or this girl."
"Qifrey, I smell an omega. Her scent is barely there, but I smell 'er."
Qifrey looks at Olruggio like he's gone utterly mad.
"Are you sure? There haven't been any documented female omegas in the area in, lord, how long now?"
"Mm, I'm sure of it. Don't know what she's up to, but it's probably best she isn't lurkin' around our atelier."
You heard part of the conversation before deciding to flee. You had done quick work to fly out of that area. The alpha knows you're an omega. How? You don't secrete pheromones! Wait.. you are overheated today. Shit. Pre heat? No no no, there is NO way!
Little do you know that the alpha has picked up on your scent only when you try to close a spell. Your natural pheromones are suppressed, but your blood is not.
Smelling the two alphas for a few days after being in solitude for so long, of course that could trigger a heat.
Why didn't I catch this sooner? I need to find a safe place to hide. Shit shit shit.
Most witches have sylph shoes. Much like the rest of your body, the flight spell is carved into your feet. You leap from the tree and take off until the forest seems to swallow you whole. After flying for a little while, you notice a small looking cave. It looks to be enough of a shelter to hide away in until your heat passes. Upon entering, it goes deep enough that with a silencing spell over the entrance, you should be safe from any wildlife.
You don't think about trying to hide from the mated pair of alphas.
Nobody will be able to find you in here. It's dark, cramped, and downright dirty. Nobody in their right mind will go exploring in here. To you, this is safe. It's not too different from you're used to spending your heats in, that is.
Alone.
Everyone knows how horrific heat is for an omega without an alpha to satisfy their primal instincts. It is even worse when the omega has been brainwashed that any form of pleasure leads to pain. The brimmed caps wanted to inflict as much psychological damage as possible. What better way than targeting your second gender?
All you've ever known:
Alphas = all have proven to hurt me. They have carved things into my body and physically abused me. They used their commands against me, knowing I'll instinctually obey. They turned me into a weapon; Their puppet. Stay away from alphas.
Pleasure = gut wrenching pain. Until the brimmed caps decided they were done using me as a weapon, they saw my heats as an inconvenience.
The brimmed caps are notorious for hurting anyone they deem a nuisance. Heats are a nuisance. Stupid biology I can't control. They call me a weak omega but made me into a monster.
Your secondary gender hasn't handled the exemption of a mate well in all your years, causing your heats to be extremely painful and..messy. Unlike normal omegas, since you're considered "untouched", your body just heavily bleeds like menstruation. The pain is agonizing.
Your body runs a terrible fever. You become a shell of yourself, unable to form any real coherent thoughts. You can be fully taken advantage of both mentally and physically without consent.
It's for this reason female omegas practically disappeared. You were treated like a pet, a prized possession, or a weapon. Not a girl. An inconvenience, but the brimmed caps needed you for ulterior motives you weren't aware of.
An omega in heat is already a dangerous, nevermind around any alphas, but add a feral female hiding out in the forest?
Oh how you pray you remain hidden.
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