AN-I wish I could think of a name for this series(?)
Also, that banner was pissing me off.
feral!omegaxpoly141
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Ah, now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and Clover
It all started with the moon mother who was said to have made all omegas, in her image, ethereal and beautiful. Submissive, but lethal when in danger. And the moon mother wanted someone to worship the omegas, someone to protect them with a quiet strength. So she created alphas. But even that wasn't enough and she created betas. The soft balance between the two, kind and strong.
But over time stories get retold, the omegas who are supposed to be cherished instead are seen as less than. Suddenly a side character in a book about them.
Until the birth rates started falling. More and more omegas choosing betas over the self righteous, pretentious monster that was the modern day alpha. They were a machine of their own demise, ushering in the apocalypse in on horses from their own army.
You hate this record and he plays it every night. While he scratches over maps and papers long after everyone else has gone to sleep. Your mind drifts, warbling as you look up at the twinkling lights that illuminate your little corner of the room. Caught between wake and sleep it's easy to imagine every little light is a star in the twilight sky.
"I know you're still awake, bunny." His voice reaches through the daze that has your mind dripping out of your ears like warm honey. It grips somewhere clutching tightly and making you sit up and peek out of the little flap. They had tried to give you sense of privacy around your nest, but it ended up more like a child's fort. Not that you minded you like the coziness.
He's chewing at his thumbnail as his eyes find yours in the low light. Johnny had let it slip once that it was because he had a smoking habit that he was trying to kick. There aren't many cigars in the apocalypse.
"Come on," He rumbles in that low voice "We'll have a bedtime tea."
You always stand far enough away so that you're never in arm's reach, sometimes they move too fast and you jerk on instinct. But tonight feels different, you step a little closer as he puts warm water from the kettle to the mix matched mugs.
If he sees it, he doesn't acknowledge the half shuffle forward, enough so that you can smell him. Your favorite scent. Cinnamon, leather and something like whiskey. You had it once at a party , it made your belly feel warm and your head dizzy. Which is exactly how you feel being this close to him.
Especially when he let's his eyes slide down your legs under the gown. The look felt like a touch, he might as well have parted your thighs and bowed at the alter.
"Kyle normally makes your tea in the morning love," he smiles "you'll have to tell me how you like it. We've got a bit of honey left." Your heart stutters, squeezing tight in your chest.
"Just a little" You mumble out because you don't want to seem greedy. You'd told the same thing to Kyle but he never put less than two spoonfuls in. You watch John put three in with a splash of the cow's milk. He doesn't sweeten his but tips in his flask instead, you watch as the amber liquid spills over into his tea.
"Can I try it?" You blurt out and his face softens, his eyebrows arching slightly, but he obliges tipping just a swallow or two in your own mug.
"Might help you sleep." He murmurs more to himself than you. He stirs it a couple of times before leaving it on the table for you to grab. You want to tell him that what would help you sleep is him turning the record off so you didn't have to hear 'Crimson and Clover' over and over.
But you swallow down the words with tea.
The bourbon in the tea warms your throat making your face pinch and toes curl. You hear John chuckle and feel his hand at your upper back, you want to snarl and pull away. Your omega is alarmed, but also intrigued and your feet are glued in place.
Maybe this is a dream.
"Ya alright?" He asks rubbing your back "You don't have to finish it, I'll make you another."
You shake your head furiously, no, they're rationed food and you won't be the one wasting it. So you throw back another swallow and you shiver again a dribble running down the corner of your mouth.
His blue eyes follow it where it rests at the dip of your chin, he raises a sure hand to wipe it away.
"Easy" he coos softly when you jerk a bit under his touch. The low alpha tone has warmth spreading through your body even more so when he licks his finger clean. His blue eyes never leaving your own.
When you first arrived, you knew what you were here for. There was only one other omega in this little sanctuary. And she was claimed, you'd met her a few times. She was nice and her skin reminded you of the fancy chocolates that papa use to buy for mama. But she had also called you a "sacrificial lamb".
You don't feel like a sacrificial lamb.
But I suppose a lamb is only a dumb animal, always unaware of it's demise before steel meets flesh.
Or teeth meet neck.
"Best finish your tea. You're going out in the morning. And Simon won't wait for you." John sighs as he tucks his hand back into his pocket, the other closes tightly around the mug and you don't miss the slight tremble in it.
