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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Red_Queen_-_Victoria_Aveyard
  Relationship:
      Maven_Calore/Thomas, Mare_Barrow/Tiberias_"Cal"_Calore_VII
  Character:
      Thomas, Original_Characters, Original_Female_Character(s), Original_Child
      Character(s), Maven_Calore, Mare_Barrow, Diana_Farley
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mpreg, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Underage_-
      Freeform, Alpha!Maven, Omega!Thomas, beware_all_ye_who_enter_of_OCS!!!,
      Thomas-centric, Thomas_Lives_AU, Betrayal, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon
      Divergence, Kidfic, but_the_focus_of_the_fic_is_not_on_the_kid_if_that
      makes_any_sense_at_all_lol
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-23 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2206
****** When You Were Young ******
by SeleneIlene
Summary
     "The Scarlet Guard believed they could use Thomas to get under
     Maven’s skin, to manipulate him. It seemed nobody had told them that
     Thomas would be useless in that regard. After all, Maven had thrown
     him away a long time ago."
     An ABO au in which Thomas lives.
Notes
     be careful of warnings. also male omegas have both reproductive
     organs and likewise with female alphas, but male omegas can only
     carry children and female alphas can only sire children. Omegas/
     alphas can mate with betas but the chance of conceiving is
     significantly lower.
     another thing, if the ocs bother you then don't worry, they only have
     a small role to play so far.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Look at you,” a velvet voice purred. Warm breath spilled over his neck, and
Thomas grew hotter once the alpha’s attention was fixated on him.
“So wet for me and I haven’t even touched you.”
Thomas allowed a high-pitched whine to escape his lips and his body writhed in
response to the alpha’s words. He felt like he was on fire, his whole body
heavy with want. There was an alpha right here in front of him, a prospective
mate, but he wasn’t claiming him.
Present yourself,  his inner omega cried.  Bare your neck and spread your legs.
Alpha has to stay with us. Take care of us.
Thomas did just that, tilting his head to the side to show off his unclaimed
neck and splaying his legs open to reveal his dripping cunt and flushed cock.
His thighs were covered in slick, and the air grew thick with needy omega
pheromones.
“Please,” Thomas cried breathlessly, his voice sounding strange to his own
ears. It was lighter and softer than it normally was, and if Thomas was in his
right mind at all, he’d be flushing in embarrassment at his neediness.
Hands grabbed at his hips, the touch bruising and hot. “Please what?” his alpha
chuckled, rolling his hips to press the hardness of his length against Thomas’s
thigh.
The omega let out a moan, body trembling. He lowered his eyes and reached out
to wrap his hand around the alpha’s thick cock. The alpha let out a growl at
the sudden contact and threw his head back in pleasure. Thomas moved his hand,
thumb roving over the alpha’s sensitive head.
“Fill me up with this, Alpha,” he crooned. “Fuck me so hard that I feel you for
days.”
His alpha moaned and soon there were teeth at Thomas’s neck, threatening to dig
into the gland there deep enough to scar.
“Fuck you?” the alpha snarled, fingers cupping the omega’s sex which gushed at
the touch. “I’llruin you.”
There was no prep needed. Thomas had produced enough slick already and his body
had opened at the first hint of alpha pheromones, so when the alpha sheathed
himself inside, Thomas could only groan in appreciation at the pleasure that
spiked in his gut. It wasn’t enough, though.
“Alpha,” he whined. “Move, please!”
“My name,” his alpha demanded. “You have to say my name.”
In that moment, the haze that had taken over the omega’s mind cleared for a
moment. He took in the blue eyes and messy black hair, the lithe but powerful
form above him who was pale rather than flushed from the heat.
“Maven!” Thomas cried.
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He woke to church bells ringing, his stomach smeared with dried, flaky come.
The pleasure of his dream receded and turned to revulsion, at his body and his
past. Thomas had to wipe away the evidence of his phantom heat with a wet rag
before he dressed himself for the day, and the action made him want to vomit.
He pulled on a clean but tattered pair of trousers and caught sight of his
harried reflection in the small, dirtied glass that served as his mirror.
Thomas ran a hand along his jaw, feeling the pinpricks of stubble that were
beginning to grow there. Omegas usually had no problem with facial hair, but it
was different when one began to take suppressants.
The pills muted his more feminine features and enhanced his natural masculine
ones. With them, Thomas could pass for a beta rather than the mated omega he
was. Abandoned omega, he corrected himself. The abandoned part was what would
make him even more pitiful in the eyes of Reds and Silvers alike.
A cry took his attention from his own worries, and Thomas rushed over to the
small makeshift bed beside his own that the sound was coming from. The small
bundle of blankets was squirming and wriggling about, squalls growing louder
and more frantic the more they struggled. Thomas had to resist the urge to
chuckle.
He reached over and began untangling the mess of blankets and was rewarded with
the sight of his daughter, her eyes tear-filled and her raven hair mussed.
“Papa!” Sienna cried, reaching out to him with chubby hands. “Pa- pa !”
“Hush now, darling,” Thomas cooed as he took her into his arms. “Did those big
bad blankets frighten you?”
Sienna merely gave a huff and buried her face into her father’s chest. “Papa
gone,” she explained. “Scared.”
Thomas felt a surge of warmth. His daughter, almost three years old now, was
the light of his life. He ran a hand through her messy hair, straightening it
out as best as he could, and shushed her with soft sounds.
“It’s alright, honey,” he murmured. “Papa’s never gonna leave you. Never. I
promise.”
Sienna's eyes fluttered, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall, and
her breathing evened out. She gave Thomas a kiss on the cheek, right on top of
the scar there, and then giggled. Thomas smiled and readjusted his hold on her,
balancing the toddler on his hip.
“Now let’s get you dressed, ok? You get to go to Aunt Stella’s today while Papa
goes to work.”
“Stella!” Sienna screeched joyfully.
Thomas quickly rummaged around until he found a small, simple brown dress for
his daughter to wear. He slipped a pair of black shoes onto her feet before he
carted her out the door of their tiny,  rundown apartment.
Stella lived in a shack with her mate, a sickly female beta who’d been
bedridden since she’d lost their youngest a month ago. Stella may not have been
Thomas’s sister in blood, but she had served with him and the other Reds on the
front. Stella had been older than most, but she’d never lorded her experience
over the younger soldiers. Stella had been there for-
Thomas swallowed and pushed the memories away. All of it. Stella had been there
for all of it. She was the closest thing to family that Thomas had besides his
daughter.
When Thomas knocked on the shack’s door, it was a gangly redheaded child who
answered. His expression was fierce, and he hid most of his body behind the
door to peer out.
 “Oh,” the child deflated upon recognizing him. “It’s you.”
“Were you expecting someone else, Aaron?” Thomas asked, raising an eyebrow and
giving a smile.
The boy frowned and scuffled his feet, but let father and daughter inside.
“Mom’ll explain. She knows more than me, ‘course.”
Thomas couldn’t help but feel worried. Once he stepped inside the shack, he
could tell there was a gloom cast over it. Stella’s home hadn’t been the most
joyous in the last month, what with her mate Anne losing their baby, but the
atmosphere now was somehow worse off than it’d ever been before.
“Hi!” Sienna gave a toothy grin and a wave to Aaron. The redhead raised his own
hand weakly in response, continuing to sulk.
“Mom!” Aaron called, weary eyes never leaving Thomas’s own. “Uncle Tom is
here!”
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Stella’s voice drifted over from the closed off room
where her mate undoubtedly rested. Thomas could hear her speaking in a soft,
hurried tone. Anne answered in gasps and pleas, but they must’ve fell on deaf
ears for Stella emerged not a minute later.
Stella was an anomaly, tall and freckled with long red hair and dark brown
hair. She was two inches taller than Thomas, who had been the tallest of his
own family, and her form spoke of a powerful, seasoned soldier who wouldn’t
hesitate to kill. Her arms and legs were littered with scars of various sizes,
and Thomas knew the exact location and size of one scar that splayed itself
over her stomach, a large burn mark that had embedded shrapnel and flame alike
into her skin. Thomas himself was partly responsible for that one.
Despite her height and her abundance of scars, there was something even more
remarkable about Stella. She was an alpha.
See, Reds were known to raise betas and the occasional omega here and there,
but never, ever was it heard of for there to be a Red alpha. Reds just weren’t
capable of producing children of the superior sex. It wasn’t in their nature.
Their inferior blood could only produce the inferior sexes of betas and omegas.
That’s what the Silvers had been saying for hundreds of years, but Stella’s
existence proved them all wrong. Thomas knew that if his friend had not been as
clever, had not been as careful as she had been, she wouldn’t be here with him
right now. Stella could’ve started something, Thomas realized. She could’ve
made Silver alphas and betas alike kneel, but she didn’t.
 Stella preferred her head on her shoulders, and she liked the quiet life she
had made for herself with her beta mate and their young son, so she made
herself scarce.
“Thomas!” Stella greeted, her friendly scent wafting over him like a breath of
fresh air. “And Sienna! How’s my favorite girl doing?”
Sienna laughed and reached out for the alpha. “Stella! Stella!”
Thomas, despite knowing Stella for years, still felt himself tensing up. The
scar on his scent gland ached terribly as he handed his daughter over to the-
foreign,  his body screamed-alpha who asked for her with neck bared and palms
up.
Stop it, he scolded himself. You’re over it. It’s in the past now.
Stella pressed her nose into Sienna’s neck, tickling and scenting her in one go
as the child giggled and playfully pushed her away, and the sight quelled most
of Thomas’s instinctive worries. Family and friends scent each other, and
Stella was family.
Once the alpha had finished her brief routine of scenting Sienna, she fixed
Thomas with a shaky grin. “Thomas, my friend,” Stella started. “There’s been a
change of plans.”
Thomas frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “What do you mean?”
Stella beckoned her son over and crouched so she was eye-level with Aaron. She
gently placed Sienna on the ground, and the little girl toddled over into the
older boy’s arms.
“Take Sienna with you and visit your mother, okay? She’s in the middle of one
of her fits, and she could use the company,” Stella commanded, voice soft but
powerful.
Thomas realized with a shudder that she was using her voice on Aaron. Though
Thomas wasn’t the recipient of her orders, he still felt an urge to kneel and
obey. Aaron opened his mouth, ready to protest, and then snapped it close
before he wandered over on autopilot to the room that housed his beta mother.
“What’s going on, Stella?” Thomas asked, words strained. “And don’t bullshit
me. What’s wrong?”
Stella refused to meet his eyes. She remained crouched on the floor, elbows
resting on her knees. The alpha huffed and blew away a stray strand of hair
that had fallen in front of her face. When she spoke, her voice sounded far
away.
“Do you remember when I found you?” she answered his question with another
question.
Thomas tensed, a lump forming in his throat. His mind raced back to that night,
the sky above stormy and dark and Stella’s hand in his, grounding Thomas as
they fled. The blood from his tattered face ran down his neck, mixing with the
raw flesh of the new bite there, and he ran with a sort of limp, the insides of
his thighs and beyond aching. Thomas could still taste the tears from that
night, still feel the ache inside of him.
“Of course I remember,” Thomas said weakly, fixing his gaze on one of the
cracks in the floorboards.
“There were certain favors I had to call in,” Stella admitted after a long
period of silence. “Certain people who helped me get you out of there. Surely
you remember them too?”
Those memories happened to be fuzzier than the other, perhaps because the pain
had grown by then. The fragile bond Thomas had with his ex-mate had been
breaking by that point, and it hadn’t been the only thing. He remembered a room
full of soldiers, the midwife, and Stella. There had been a lot of hysterics-
people screaming at each other, Stella sobbing, and a few gasps every once in
awhile. Then everything had gone quiet, and the silence was only broken by his
newborn daughter’s cries. So no, Thomas didn’t remember them as well as Stella
thought he should.
“If I saw their faces, I would know they’d been there. Not off the top of my
head, though,” Thomas shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t care enough then to
memorize their names.”
Perhaps it was a little ungrateful to not remember one’s saviours, but Thomas
had been preoccupied at the time.
“Well, they’ve decided to call in on a favor of their own...in return for
everything they’ve done for us,” Stella winced, as if the words themselves were
painful.
Thomas’s first thought was of his daughter. “They can’t have Sienna,” he
growled. “I’d sooner die than let them use her.”
Stella shook her head and stood, straightening her shoulders. She gave a sort
of strangled laugh. “Oh, no,” she murmured. “Thomas, they don’t want Sienna.”
“They want you.”
End Notes
     i've only read red queen but i've seen spoilers for the other books
     and i was struck with the need to write for the series. sorry that my
     first red queen fic is ABO trash lmao.
     speculation on other characters' dynamics is welcome. maven and
     thomas are the only canon characters whose dynamics have been
     established. mare, cal, farley are up in the air, and whatever
     dynamics i do for this fic i plan on doing a reversal of in another
     one because i just. can't. make up. my mind. lol
     thomas and maven's past will be revealed gradually but some elements
     are already implied.
     hmu on my tumblr: seleneilene
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