The sign of a trap

by TheRealCalissa

Summary:

A gilded cage is still a cage, even when the bird enters it voluntarily. A collar still restricts your freedom, even when you choose the color and place it around your neck without being asked.
Money breeds greed, power diminishes your sense of respect for the rights of others. Possessiveness, obsession, they make you sick, they corrupt your soul, but when someone willingly submits to this? When someone chooses to give in and give up their rights, what do you do?
Caitlyn Kiramman, the alpha heiress to the Kiramman fortune, commander of the Piltover Enforcers, and her wife, Violet Spisak, the fierce alpha enforcer, know what they would do, they know what they have done in the past.
Now, with their daughter Lavender going through a difficult time, they would do anything to see her content again. They hoped money and power would be enough, but when obsession gives way to possessiveness, they must—and will—do whatever it takes to ensure Lavender's new prefect remains chained to them.

Notes:

Rework. I'm rewriting this story because I wasn't satisfied with the first version, I'm more satisfied now and I'm going to dedicate more time to writing good chapters and developing all the relationships properly.
This is a modern AU. Runeterra is a continent. It's a Dead Dove, it's going to portray a lot of crimes.

Chapter 1: Sign

   Despite the cold of the Noxian winter, the father and his two daughters are in the garage. The younger twin has sat on the worn leather couch next to the red tool cart. She has both feet up on the upholstery, shod in fluffy slippers. Her knees are held tightly against her chest. 

   Hunched under the hood of the car, the father and his eldest daughter are changing the spark plugs on a purple 1970 Dodge Charger with a black vinyl roof. They talk about other possible—future—repairs to the muscle car. 

   Hyacinth watches in silence. Her eyes roam the garage full of tools. She’s been like this since she woke up, seemingly trying to commit every little detail to memory.

 

“You don’t have to go.” Catalina sat down next to her daughter, pulling her out of her daze.

 

“Where?” Hyacinth looked at her mother, confused.

 

“Piltover.” The mother replied, reaching out to touch her daughter’s shoulder. “You can study here.”

 

“You’ve already rented an apartment in Piltover, with a one-year lease.”

 

“Dahlia goes. You stay.”

 

“Why?” Hyacinth frowned in disgust.

 

“You’re… different, Hyacinth. Different from your sister.” The mother sighed, mirroring her daughter’s expression. “I know she’ll do fine on her own, but you, my dear… I’m afraid you won’t adapt to so much independence.”

 

“Mom.” Her daughter groaned, shrinking even further.

 

“I’m serious, honey. You’ve never been independent.” Catalina tightened her grip on her daughter’s shoulder. “And Piltover is a big city. Different. Next door to Zaun, of all cities. What if you get lost? What if you get mugged? Or worse?”

 

“But Dahlia could get lost, too. Or mugged. Or worse.”

 

“Bê, I’m just worried about you.”

 

“Not about her?” Hyacinth gave her mother a strange look.

 

“She worries because you’re weird and stupid.” Dahlia’s voice interrupted the conversation between mother and youngest daughter.

 

“Dahlia Gabriela!” Catalina scolded her, to which Bjorn lightly slapped the older daughter on the back of the head.

 

“Watch the way you talk to your sister, Bê.” Bjorn scolded his older daughter.

 

“Uh-huh.” Dahlia grumbled, gathering up the old spark plugs and placing them in the empty box of new ones to be discarded later.

 

“You’re not weird or stupid, Bea,” Catalina told her youngest daughter, wrapping her arm around her shoulders and hugging her. “She just has different habits than her sisters.”

 

“Poor you if I were like Dahlia.”

 

“Hey!” Dahlia exasperated, placing the box of old spark plugs on the workbench organized by Hyacinth.

 

“I’m just stating an obvious fact.” Hyacinth shrugged.

 

“Why are you all so pissed today?” Bjorn complained, lowering the hood of Dahlia’s car. “This is your last fucking day home. Stop this shit.”

 

   Hyacinth let out a small groan, curling up tighter and snuggling into Catalina’s body. Her mother smiled slightly, pulling her closer.

 

“Shall we go out to dinner since it’s our last night here?” Dahlia asked, pushing the side table full of tools away from the car.

 

“I want pizza.” Hyacinth asked against her mother’s chest.

 

“Does that sound like a plan, Dahlia?” Bjorn asked his oldest daughter.

 

“Yeah, maybe. Great.” Dahlia replied, putting away her tools.

 

[...]

 

“Excuse me, can you take a picture of us?” Dahlia asks one of the pizza waiters.

 

“Sure, sure.” The waiter nods, taking the phone from Dahlia’s hand.

 

   Hyacinth slips between Catalina and Bjorn, putting her arms around her parents’ shoulders. Dahlia stands next to Catalina, and her mother wraps an arm around her older daughter’s waist, pulling her closer.

   When everyone is smiling, the waiter takes a photo. Catalina with her wide, warm mother’s smile, Bjorn with just a subtle curl of his lips beneath his beard. Dahlia smiles broadly, her eyes closed and the gap between her teeth showing, while Hyacinth smiles with her dimples showing.

 

“Thank you.” Dahlia and Hyacinth say at the same time, as Dahlia takes her phone back.

 

“Send it to me.” Hyacinth asks her older sister, peeking over her shoulder to see the photo. “I want to post it on Instagram.”

 

“Okay, calm down, I’ll send it now.” Dahlia pulled away from her sister, returning to her place at the four-seater table at the pizzeria.

 

   Bjorn watched his two daughters, a sad but proud gleam in his brown eyes. He felt like he had had so little time with them and now, all of a sudden, they were going to another city, almost twenty hours away by car. He knew it was for their own good, for their future as educators. 

   As a father, he knew they needed to leave home, that they had to learn to deal with adult life on their own, but when he looked at the two eighteen-year-olds, Dahlia with her black hair in a wild pixie cut and Hyacinth with her long red curls, all he could think of were the little babies he and his wife had adopted.

 

[...]

 

   When they got home, after listening to 1970s rock on Catalina’s Honda Civic stereo the whole way, the twins were in their respective pajamas. Catalina and Bjorn were still awake, the father watching a documentary about Ford on the living room television and the mother sitting next to him, bouncing her knee anxiously.

 

“Mom, Dad.” Hyacinth’s soft voice broke Bjorn’s attention from the documentary.

 

“Can you guys… um… put us to bed?” Dahlia asked, standing next to her sister, a step behind. 

 

   Catalina quickly stood up, letting out an exultant sigh. She had been expecting something like this from Hyacinth, who didn’t like sleeping alone, but the request coming from Dahlia made her happier than having received that promotion at the hospital.

 

“Of course, Bê.” Catalina said as Bjorn stood up after pausing the documentary.

 

“Which room?” Bjorn asked, also excited.

 

“Hyacinth.” Dahlia said, walking upstairs. “She doesn’t like my bed.”

 

“Your blankets have a weird texture.” The younger sister complained.

 

“Ptf, okay.” The older sister rolled her eyes.

 

   As the two daughters lie down on Hyacinth’s double bed, Catalina takes one side of the bed and Bjorn takes the other. They pull Hyacinth’s blankets up over them. Bjorn leans down and kisses Hyacinth on the forehead, while Catalina kisses Dahlia.

 

“Goodnight, Bê,” they say, almost in unison.

 

   Then they switch places. Catalina kisses Hyacinth on the forehead and Bjorn kisses Dahlia on the forehead. They say goodnight again. The daughters say goodnight again.

When they leave the room, Catalina is crying silent tears. Bjorn closes the bedroom door, leaving the dark room behind.

 

[...]

 

“Do you promise to call every day?” Catalina asked, holding each daughter’s hand.

 

“Every day, Mommy.” Hyacinth replied, her voice breaking. “I promise.”

 

“Yes, I promise.” Dahlia nodded, lifting a hand to wipe the tears from her mother’s cheek.

 

“And you’re going to keep up with the car maintenance?” Bjorn asked, wedging himself between his daughters and wrapping his arms around their shoulders.

 

“Of course, Dad.” Dahlia rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ll keep you updated.”

 

“You should go,” Bjorn said, leaning down to kiss each of their hairs.

 

“It’s a long drive.” Catalina sighed sadly. “Don’t drive the whole way without stopping to rest.”

 

“We’ll stop at some roadside hotel. I’ll let you know.” Dahlia says, while her sister is busy blowing her nose.

 

“Try to visit us sometime.” Hyacinth asks, after blowing her nose.

 

“Come home for the summer holidays.” Bjorn says.

 

“If you can, of course.” Catalina adds.

 

“I’ll come back even if Dahlia doesn’t come back.” Hyacinth says, pulling away from her father to hug her mother.

 

“I love you, Bê,” Catalina whispered in her daughter’s ear. “I love you, my daughter.”

 

“I love you, Mom,” The daughter whispered back.

 

   When mother and daughter pulled apart, Bjorn and Dahlia were hugging each other. The father let go of his older daughter to pull his younger daughter against his chest. Catalina hugged Dahlia, tangling her fingers in her daughter’s choppy, dark hair.

 

“Mommy loves you, Bê,” she whispered in her daughter’s ear.

 

“I love you a billion, Ma.” Dahlia said, holding her mother’s face in her hands, kissing her forehead.

 

   When the goodbyes were over, Dahlia got into her muscle car, sitting on the leather seat. Hyacinth hesitated to get into her Honda, looking at her father and mother. She smiled, feeling her nose burn and her eyes water. Finally, after a few moments, she got into the car, settling into the pink sports seat.

 

   She knew it wasn’t goodbye, her parents would always be there, waiting for her and Dahlia, but the distance that would be imposed between them was absurd. It was hard, but it was her dream. Her sister’s dream. She was going to do it.

 

[...]

 

   In Piltover, at the Kiramman Estate, Caitlyn and Violet sit at a table, drinking tea. This would be a perfectly ordinary scene for the couple, if it weren’t for the childish table and chairs, which make them bend their long legs uncomfortably, if the tea wasn’t fake, and if they weren’t surrounded by giant plushies of their omega puppy, Lavender. But, forget it, the scene of the powerful alpha couple hunched over a childish table pretending to drink tea was also ordinary. Don’t let the Enforcer troops know that their demanding commander was an avid drinker of imaginary tea, or that the most feared Enforcer on the front lines, Violet Spisak, wears a childish plastic crown as if it were the most honorable medal she’s ever received.

 

“This is outrageous!” Caitlyn exasperated in her thick accent.

 

“How could Mrs. Rainbow refuse to invite us to our tea party?” Violet asked in mock shock, placing her hands on her hips.

 

“It’s the princesses’ tea party, Papa,” Lavender corrected, giving her father a frowning look. “It’s not a tea party. That was last week.”

 

“Oh, of course, princess. How could I forget?” Violet shook her head slightly, ruffling her pink hair. “I’m sorry. Mrs. Rainbow is so silly for not wanting to attend our princess tea party.”

 

“She’ll regret it when we tell her how good our tea and cookies were,” Caitlyn says, setting her plastic teacup back down on its plastic saucer. She picks up one of the cookies laid out on a silver platter, then takes a bite.

 

“And I’m not even inviting her to the party next week for cupcakes.” Lavender says, shaking her head as she rests her hands on her small waist.

 

“That’s right, princess.” Violet nods. “We’re going to have a big party and she won’t be invited. We’re going to have the best cupcakes in Piltover.”

 

“And Cousin Isha is going to come and we’re going to build Legos again!” Lavender exasperates, jumping up and down before throwing herself at Caitlyn. “I want a cat Lego, Daddy.”

 

“Lego cat?” Caitlyn asked, arching an eyebrow. “Of course, sprout. Anything you ask.”

 

“Yeah!” Lavender squealed a little, hugging her father around the neck.

 

[...]

 

   The rented apartment is small and simple, intended for young singles. Built near the Piltover Academy campus, the apartment has only one bedroom, just big enough for a double bed, a small closet and a dresser; a forty-inch television is mounted on the wall. The kitchen is even smaller, with only room for the refrigerator, a four-burner stove, and the countertop with a sink and a countertop above the sink.

   The bathroom has a bathtub, though. The shower curtain is blue, a discreet but ugly thing. The living room has a dining table with two chairs, a loveseat, and a small television on a wall panel. All the walls are a very pale, boring cream color. Hyacinth and Dahlia hate it, but it's what they can afford, with their parents' help.

   It takes about an hour for them to unload their bags from their cars, which, unfortunately for the sisters, have to be parked on the street since the building does not have a garage. Luckily, they had canvas car covers to cover their cars, a gift from their parents before they left for Piltover.

   Since Dahlia had a lot of faux leather clothes, they had agreed that she would take the closet and Hyacinth would take the dresser. They tidy up with music. 

   Hyacinth hates the idea of ​​sleeping in a bed where someone — someone she doesn’t know — has already slept, but at least they brought their own bedding and blankets. And pillows, since Hyacinth would never sleep peacefully with her head on someone else’s pillow.

   The sisters eat instant noodles for dinner. They take a shower and go to bed. It's a sad and depressing way to start a new phase of life in a new city, especially on a Friday night, but Dahlia is tired from the trip, with a headache, and Hyacinth is deplorably sad about leaving her parents behind.

 

[...]

 

“A new prefect?” Violet asked, setting down her coffee mug.

 

“Principal Nott is confident she’ll be a good fit for Lavender,” Caitlyn replied, rubbing her forehead. “She said the girl studied teaching in high school and is fluent in sign language. She’ll start studying education at the Academy when the semester starts and will start working at the Kiramman Institute at the beginning of the semester as well.”

 

“So, Monday? In two days?” Violet asked, arching an eyebrow. “Why did she tell us so at the last minute?

 

“She said she forgot.”

 

“Did she forget? Damn, we paid her extra to take care of Lavender and the bitch forgot to tell us something so important?” The alpha growls, gritting her teeth.

 

“She was warned not to repeat that mistake,” Caitlyn says, tilting her head slightly in thought. “I’ll read this girl’s file, see if we can have her working with Lavender.”

 

“What’s her name again?”

 

“Hyacinth Andersen,” Caitlyn says, before lifting her cup to take a sip of tea. “I’ve already asked for her profile. I want to know everything about her if we’re going to consider having her work with Lavender.”

Chapter 2: Pink Pearl

Summary:

Violet and Caitlyn meet Hyacinth.

Notes:

I said I would post another chapter only on Friday, but I was anxious and got out of college early, so I'm posting this chapter. I'll post chapters on Monday and Friday starting today, except for when I can't because of college or work, which will only start happening in September, I imagine.

“Um, Camavor orphans? How did they end up in Noxus?” Violet asked, her feet propped up on her office desk as Caitlyn told her what she had learned about Lavender’s possible future prefect.

 

“Catalina Braga was a nurse at the hospital where they were born. Their mother gave up custody after she gave birth,” Caitlyn said, not really interested in that part. “Catalina and her husband, Bjorn Andersen, moved to Noxus when the girls were two.”

 

“So, a Camavor mother and a Freljorian father. What a mix.”

 

“They went to public school. Hyacinth was the student council president and was in the gardening club. Hm, cute, for a girl named after a flower.” Caitlyn scoffed lightly. “She graduated with good grades and was part of an inclusion project at school.”

 

“Is that why she learned sign language?”

 

“Possibly. She taught during the holidays.”

 

“Sign language classes?” Violet asked, still playing with a pen.

 

“Crafts. At a local church. Another project she was involved in.”

 

“What doesn’t the girl do?” Violet scoffed.

 

“Apparently she’s not part of the safe driving club.” Caitlyn flipped through the paperwork in her hands. “She got into an accident two months after getting her license. She was in the hospital for a month. She’s got a few speeding tickets.”

 

“What car does she drive?”

 

“Hm..” Caitlyn muttered thoughtfully as she flipped through the pages. “A Honda S2000. Oh, it’s pink.”

 

“She must be a Fast and Furious fan.” Violet laughed in disbelief. “But if she drives something like that.. does she race?”

 

“If she does, she’s never been caught. There’s nothing on her record.”

 

“What about her family?”

 

“Mom’s a head nurse, has a squeaky clean record. Dad was arrested for two years for assault,” Caitlyn said, pulling out another file. “Sister got arrested when she was fifteen for driving without a license. And she’s got speeding tickets. She drives a Dodge Charger, before you ask.”

 

“What year, Cupcake?” Violet teased.

 

“Tsk.” Caitlyn clicked her tongue. “1970. Purple.”

 

“She seems to have better taste in cars. I can’t say the same about the other girl.”

 

“Hyacinth.”

 

“That’s right.” Violet rolled her eyes. “Hyacinth and… Dahlia, right? Did her mother wanted to be a florist and end up working as a nurse?”

 

“Violet.” Caitlyn scolded.

 

“I’m kidding.” Violet laughed. “That girl, Hyacinth, is so boring my bones hurt. There’s no way she could hurt Lavender, especially since she’s an omega. Don’t they have that mothering instinct shit?”

 

“We’ve been proven that not all omegas have those instincts, Violet.” Caitlyn said, her voice tight, her eyes narrowed with a dark gleam.

 

“That bitch was crazy.”

 

“That crazy bitch almost killed our daughter.” Caitlyn raised her voice.

 

“I was there too, remember?” Violet growled, irritated.

 

   Caitlyn sighed, rubbing her forehead. She rubbed her scarred eyelid, scratching her blind eye. She knew she had gotten carried away, but it haunted her to this day.

 

“I know, Vi,” Caitlyn said softly. “I just… I don’t want to trust Lavender to someone who could hurt her.”

 

“You think I’m not worried too, Cait?” Violet asked, standing up from her chair and walking over to her wife. “It scares the shit out of me to have to trust a stranger with our daughter’s well-being.” She said, placing a gentle hand on Caitlyn’s shoulder. “But we’ll be watching, you know that. One wrong move from this girl and we’ll get rid of her.”

 

“I want to have a meeting with this girl before Lavender meets her.”

 

“Of course, Cupcake.” Violet assured. “Let’s meet the girl first.”

 

[...]

 

   On Monday morning, Hyacinth feels like she’s going to throw up. She woke up well before her alarm and tried to be as quiet as possible so Dahlia could sleep. She dresses in the most presentable and understated outfit she brought to Piltover, a pair of flared jeans and a red wool sweater. This is layered over thermals and a thinner wool sweater. She puts on a pair of boots and puts on some light makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes and the pimple mark on her cheek and forehead.

   She knows she could walk to work, but the convenience of being able to drive there is greater. If she walked to work, she would have to walk to the Academy and that was something she didn't want. She wasn't used to walking, after all.

   Her backpack, a pink thing full of keychains, pins and embroidery, is on the couch, next to Dahlia's red backpack. They both left everything packed the night before so they wouldn't forget anything or be late.

   As Hyacinth walked out the door of her rented apartment, she realized she had forgotten to eat breakfast. She groaned, putting her key in the lock to lock the door. She debated for a few brief moments whether she could go without food until lunchtime, but her stomach growled and she knew she had to eat something.

   Hyacinth reluctantly walked back into her small apartment and into the kitchen. She opened the cabinet above the sink and grabbed two cereal bars she had brought from Noxus. She hurriedly stuffed them into her backpack, making a mental note to remember to go to the store for groceries.

   She settles into the sports seat of her Honda, after taking off the car cover and stuffing it into the trunk. Hyacinth puts her backpack on the passenger seat. She doesn’t need to use the GPS, because the Kiramman Institute is so close to the building where she’ll be living for the next four years that she’s memorized the route after driving a few times. Turning the key in the ignition, she shifts into first gear, maneuvering out of the parking space. 

   Within seven minutes, she’s parked in one of the empty spots in the Kiramman Institute’s employee parking lot. Her sports car stands out like a sore thumb from the other employees’ sedans. Especially with its pink color and floral decals.

   As she steps out of the car, slinging her backpack over her shoulder, she feels like throwing up. This isn’t the first time she’s been around kids. It’s not the first time she’s been working. But something about being in a new city where she doesn’t know anyone makes her want to go back to Noxus and lie down to sleep with a kiss on the forehead from her parents.

   The doorman tells her where the principal’s office is. Principal Angela Nott, an omega, at least. Hyacinth straightens her posture, knocking on the closed door.

 

“Hyacinth Andersen?” Principal Nott asked as she opened the door to her office.

 

“Yes, ma’am.” The omega nodded slightly, giving the older woman a soft smile. “Here’s my signed contract from the city and the education secretary.” She said, holding out a clear binder.

 

“Oh, great, dear.” Angela Nott took the binder, but didn’t open it to see the contract. “Come in, let’s talk a little.”

 

   Hyacinth cleared her throat slightly before entering the office, Angela closing the door behind her. As the principal sat down in her chair, Hyacinth sat in one of the two chairs in front of the desk, leaving her backpack on the chair next to it.

 

“I was so pleased when I heard about your hiring,” Principal Nott said, clasping her hands over Hyacinth’s binder. “A young woman with your talents, and already accustomed to education… that will be a great addition to the Kiramman Institute.”

 

“I hope so, ma’am.” The redheaded omega replied, with another small smile.

 

“Can you work every weekday or do you have any morning classes?”

 

“My course is predominantly afternoon, but I heard I can take some classes at night. Either way, college won’t get in the way of my work.”

 

“That’s great.” The principal nodded. “When I heard you were fluent in sign language, I quickly concluded that you would be perfect to work with one of our third-year students, Lavender Kiramman.”

 

“Kiramman, as in… Kiramman Institute?”

 

“Exactly. Lavender is the daughter of the Kiramman family, one of the founders of our town.”

 

“Oh.” Hyacinth sighed a little breathlessly.

 

   If she were Lavender’s prefect, a Kiramman, studying at the Kiramman Institute, coming from such a prominent family, there would be a lot of eyes on the back of her head. She swallowed fearfully. This child had to be a spoiled gremlin. God have mercy on her poor soul.

 

“Lavender’s parents, Caitlyn Kiramman and Violet Spisak, have already been informed of your hiring,” Principal Nott said, looking pleased. “They want to meet you. Today. The meeting is scheduled for nine o’clock. But first, let me show you around the school and give you your uniform.”

 

“Uniform?”

 

“Of course, my dear. Every employee at the Kiramman Institute must be properly uniformed.” The older omega said. “Don’t worry, we have a perfectly warm winter uniform made of wool. And for the summer, our uniform is made of cotton.”

 

“Oh, great.”

 

[...]

 

   Hyacinth feels like a doll in her Kiramman Institute uniform. The long blue skirt reaches her ankles, the white shirt, the three-button vest, and the blue blazer with the Institute emblem embroidered in gold thread. She’s grateful she brought a long coat, even though it’s in the car right now.

 

“Mrs. Nott, is it okay if I wear the Institute uniform to college?”

 

“None, my dear.” The principal shook her head slightly. “In fact, we prefer it. That way your teachers will keep an eye on your behavior and can report it to the Institute.”

 

“Oh, really?” Hyacinth sighed in surprise.

 

“We take our reputation as an educational institution very seriously. We cannot work with future educators who do not take their teaching seriously.”

 

“I... imagine.” The red-haired omega nodded, nervously fiddling with a ring on her index finger.

 

“But don’t worry. With your track record, I’m sure you’ll be an exceptional student and employee.”

 

[...]

 

   When Violet and Caitlyn arrive at the Kiramman Institute, they are twelve minutes early. Hyacinth barely has time to prepare herself. Principal Nott leads them to the psychotherapist’s office, where there is a circular table large enough for the four of them to sit comfortably. Hyacinth keeps her hands in her lap, twirling the ring on her ring finger. 

 

“Mrs. Kiramman, Mrs. Spisak, this is Miss Andersen.” Principal Nott says, introducing the omega to the alpha couple as they enter the room.

 

   The omega, the eighteen-year-old girl trapped between these older women, looked up when the door opened. She swallowed hard at the sight of Violet and Caitlyn. They were both intimidating, the kind that made her stomach churn with anxiety. Caitlyn stood tall, imposing, and Hyacinth wondered why she had an eye patch. Violet was a fierce presence, as if the omega was putting herself in danger just by breathing near her.

 

“Mrs. Kiramman, Mrs. Spisak.” Hyacinth greeted, rising from her seat to walk over to the couple, she extended her hand politely.

 

“Miss Andersen.” Caitlyn greeted, shaking the omega’s small hand.

 

   Looking down briefly, Caitlyn took in the omega’s pale, freckled hand, her nails short and well-manicured. Hyacinth’s hand wasn’t as soft as she had expected it to be.

 

“Hyacinth, right?” Violet asked, taking the redhead’s hand in hers.

 

“Yes, ma’am. Exactly.” She replied, giving Violet a small smile.

 

“So, shall we talk? I want to get to know you better before I trust our daughter into your hands.” Caitlyn asked, arching an eyebrow at Hyacinth.

 

“Of course, ma’am.” Hyacinth nodded eagerly.

 

   The four women sat down at the table. Hyacinth placed her hands in her lap, going back to fiddling with her ring. She tried not to swallow or look away, even though she didn’t like making eye contact with strangers.

 

“Have you been informed about Lavender’s medical reports and condition?” Violet asked, resting her hands on the table.

 

“Yes, ma’am.” The omega nodded slightly. “I understand your concerns. Changes are not welcome for autistics, and I believe it will take some time for Lavender to get used to my presence. Even though I can communicate with her with sign language, I don’t expect her to be very talkative in the first few days.”

 

“We know you were part of an inclusion project at your old school. That puts our minds at ease.” Caitlyn says, assessing Hyacinth’s body language.

 

“Lavender is very intelligent and capable of doing her own thing, but she doesn’t stay in the classroom, so we think it’s important that she has a prefect to look after her.” Principal Nott says, and Violet has to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the obviousness of the old woman’s words. “Right now, I believe Hyacinth is the most capable prefect to handle Lavender.”

 

“Why, Mrs. Nott? What’s so special about Hyacinth?” Caitlyn asked, pleased as she watched the red-haired omega flinch slightly.

 

“If I may, Mrs. Kiramman, Hyacinth has dealt with inclusion for neurodivergent students before. She’s fluent in sign language, which would be perfect for dealing with Lavender, given her selective muteness.” Principal Nott tried to explain, her voice soft but fearful. “She’s a craftswoman, and we all know Lavender loves the arts. Think of all the things they could create together. The skills Lavender could develop.”

 

“Should we accept her just because she knows how to make papier-mâché?” Violet couldn’t help but scoff.

 

   Hyacinth swallowed uncomfortably. She shifted in her chair, looking down. She didn’t realize it, but her face was slightly flushed. Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, pleased at the omega’s embarrassment.

 

“Mrs. Spisak…” Hyacinth began, her voice shaking slightly. “I understand that it’s hard to accept a complete stranger dealing with your daughter, but I give you my word. This work is very important to me, and I promise to dedicate myself to Lavender’s well-being.”

 

“Your word doesn’t mean much to us, Miss Andersen,” Caitlyn said, straightening her posture. “For now.”

 

“We’ll give you a chance,” Violet continued. “We’ll bring Lavender tomorrow, but we’ll watch the initial interaction. Then we’ll decide whether you’ll work with our daughter or not.”

 

“Thank you, Mrs. Spisak, Mrs. Kiramman.” Hyacinth smiled slightly, still anxious. “I appreciate your vote of confidence.”

 

“Don’t thank me, earn it,” Caitlyn said, almost harshly.

 

   The alpha couple stood up. Principal Nott and Hyacinth followed suit. Hyacinth held out her hand again, and Violet smiled in satisfaction at the sight of her delicate fingers trembling.

 

“Until tomorrow, Miss Andersen.” She leaned in slightly, her breath fanning against the omega’s face.

 

[...]

 

“Poor thing is an anxious wretch.” Caitlyn huffed, sitting in the passenger seat.

 

“Oh, but it was funny getting her all shaky.” Violet laughed, starting the car. “Lavender is going to have fun with this girl.”

 

“I still don’t know if I want her to work with Lavender.”

 

“Come on, Cupcake.. the girl almost peed her pants, do you think a scared little girl like her would hurt a child. Ours, no less?” Violet asked, glancing at her wife as she drove.

 

“That’s the thing. She’s too scared.” Caitlyn sighed. “If something happens, I’m afraid she’ll leave Lavender behind.”

 

“She’s scared, but she doesn’t seem stupid.” The pink-haired alpha said, turning her attention back to the road. “I bet she’d walk on fire for Lavender just to avoid having trouble with us.”

 

“You’re being dramatic, Vi.”

 

“Yeah, who knows?” Violet shrugged. “Maybe the girl will surprise us.”

Chapter 3: Zantedeschia

Summary:

Lavender and Hyacinth's first interaction. Violet is even more ahole than in the previous chapter.

Notes:

I'm posting this chapter today because I wouldn't be able to post it tomorrow or during the weekend because I'm going to be traveling and won't have my laptop (I don't like posting on my phone), and since I plan to post the next one on Monday, I preferred to post it early rather than mess up the schedule I want to follow.

If anyone is still reading the notes, I would appreciate it if someone would comment on what they think of the development of the relationships between the characters and if they like the direction the story is taking.

   Hours later, Violet and Caitlyn are in Commander Kiramman’s office at the Enforcers’ headquarters. Caitlyn sits in her comfortable leather chair, signing some documents. Violet, who had just returned from a meeting, sits in the leather chair in front of the desk, twirling a pen between her dexterous fingers.

 

“You don’t think she looks familiar?” Violet suddenly asks, after a few minutes of silence filled only with the sound of Caitlyn’s pen writing on the documents.

 

“Who?” Caitlyn asks without looking up from the paper in front of her.

 

“Hyacinth.”

 

“Oh, yes.” Caitlyn nods, finally looking up at her wife. “Yes. I got that impression.”

 

“But I can’t remember where.” Violet says, leaning back in the chair and crossing her arms against her chest.

 

“That’s because we didn’t know her before today.” Caitlyn explained, clasping her hands on top of the table. “Despite being familiar, she’s a stranger.”

 

“Maybe she’s only familiar because we know someone who looks like her.”

 

“No, that’s not it.” The Commander shook her head slightly. “I would remember someone who looks like her.”

 

“After all, it’s hard to forget someone who looks like her.” Violet scoffed, settling herself more comfortably, spreading her legs.

 

   Caitlyn raised an eyebrow at her wife’s words, considering Violet’s words. Despite being clearly a coward and seemingly having a dull personality, Hyacinth was beautiful. In an almost sinful way. She looked plain in her Kiramman Institute uniform, but her doll-like face and upturned nose gave her an air of innocence that made Caitlyn’s skin itch.

 

“She’s not worth it.” Caitlyn said, rolling her eyes as she uncrossed her hands to turn her full attention to her paperwork.

 

[...]

 

“I almost peed my pants.” Hyacinth’s voice is a little shaky as she talks to Dahlia on the phone. “They're, like, super mega creepy. I’m going to have nightmares about them.”

 

“For the love of God, Hya.” Dahlia scoffs, rolling her eyes.

 

   Hyacinth is sitting in one of the bathroom stalls, sitting on the closed toilet. She’s holding her backpack in her lap and her phone to her ear. It’s twenty-two minutes until her first class, Sociological Elements of Education. She wasn’t really into sociology, but she thought the class could be good.

 

“I’m serious, Dahlia.” The younger twin whined, clutching her backpack to her chest. “They’re giants and intimidating, and they were so mean to me.”

 

“Oh, Hyacinth. Why were they mean? Because they take their daughter’s education seriously? Why don’t they want to leave their special needs daughter under the guidance of some random woman they don’t even know where she came from?”

 

“Now you’re the one being mean to me.” Hyacinth grumbled, sulking.

 

“For God’s sake.” The older sister sighed, starting to get irritated. “Look, okay, whatever. I don’t care, just go to your damn class and let me go to work.”

 

   Hyacinth, not so surprised by her older sister’s outburst, pulls the phone away from her ear to see the call ended. Dahlia lost her patience with her very quickly, ever since they were children. The younger twin was used to it, but it still made her sad.

 

[...]

 

   After college, Hyacinth is at the supermarket, using the money her parents gave her to buy groceries for her and her sister’s small apartment. She’s wearing headphones, listening to her Latin music playlist as she pushes her shopping cart through the fluorescent-lit, crowd-filled aisles. It seems that on Mondays, around 9 p.m., the supermarket is empty enough for her to walk comfortably through the aisles.

   She follows the list written on her phone, separating hygiene products from food products. When she has chosen everything, comparing brands and prices, she pays and packs the purchases in reusable fabric bags to take everything to her car.

 

[...]

 

   Dahlia arrived home around eleven o'clock at night, almost midnight, finding her younger sister sitting at the two-chair table, writing in her notebook. Hyacinth didn't look up, continuing to use a multitude of pink and purple pens to take notes.

   The older sister sighed, tired after her classes and the day of work, even more tired, from the little argument where she knew she was rude to her sister. Dahlia puts her backpack on the couch, opens it and takes out a small brown paper package nestled against her notebook.

 

“You’re not going to believe this, Hya.” Dahlia began, approaching her sister. “There’s an older woman taking a History and Human Rights class with me who sells amigurumi keychains.”

 

   Hyacinth’s attention is instantly drawn to the mention of keychains, especially when Dahlia uses the magic word amigurumi . She looks at her older sister, peering at her from behind the lenses of her rose gold-framed glasses.

 

“Really?” the little redhead asked, looking at the brown paper in her older sister’s hands.

 

“It is.” Dahlia smiled, handing the package to her younger sister. “I hope you forgive me. I got stressed out with you.”

 

“It 's okay. You’re forgiven.” Hyacinth smiled, taking the package and carefully undoing it, only to reveal a keychain of a sprig of lavender. “Really?”

 

“It was the only flower she had.” The older sister shrugged indifferently. “Did you like it?”

 

“Yes, I loved it.” The younger sister got up from her chair to hug the rebellious brunette, who looked so out of place without her facial piercings and wearing the delicate uniform of the Kiramman Institute. “Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome, Ginger.” Dahlia rubbed her younger sister’s back affectionately.

 

[...]

 

“Good morning. Are you the one taking care of Lavender?”

 

   Elizabeth, another prefect, Hyacinth’s age, approached curiously. Hyacinth looked at her, giving her a small smile as she filled her water bottle from the filter in the professor’s lounge.

 

“Oh, good morning. Yes. I’m the one taking care of Lavender from now on, I hope.”

 

“Yeah, her parents are kind of creepy.” Elizabeth nodded slightly, putting her hands on her hips. “Look, Lavender won’t talk to you, but don’t be sad about it, okay? She doesn’t talk to anyone.”

 

“I know sign language.”

 

“But still, diva. She won’t talk or sign.” The other prefect explained, walking alongside Hyacinth as the two of them walked back to the long table in the professor’s lounge.

 

“Have you ever been her prefect?” Hyacinth asked curiously, sitting down on the chair where she had hung her backpack.

 

“I babysat her for a few days when the kid I babysit didn’t come.” Elizabeth explained, running a hand through her short hair. “She just stays in the art room and doesn’t even look our way, so don’t be scared. If you push her too hard, she’ll attack, so let her do whatever she wants whenever she wants.”

 

“Attack?” Hyacinth swallowed apprehensively.

 

“She threw a gourd at a prefect once, and broke her tooth.”

 

“Oh.” The redheaded omega sighed shakily, her eyes widening slightly. “And… what happened?”

 

“Nothing. She’s a Kiramman.” The other omega shrugged, as if she were making a comment about football. “It seems the family paid for the prefect’s tooth repair and compensation, but I don’t know much about that.”

 

“So she’s a violent child?”

 

“I wouldn’t say that. Lavender is more… withdrawn.” Elizabeth says, as if searching for the right word to describe the child. “She doesn’t have any friends at school. So she’s very lonely.”

 

“Oh, what a shame. That’s sad.” Hyacinth says, frowning.

 

“Yeah, isn’t it?”

 

“And she doesn’t have any siblings?”

 

“Hm, no.” Elizabeth shook her head slightly. “Her mother died when she was little.”

 

“My God, poor thing.”

 

“It’s complicated, isn’t it?” The brunette omega says, leaning slightly towards the redhead. “I heard the teachers say that she hasn’t spoken since her mother died.” She speaks softly.

 

“But… she talks, doesn’t she?” Hyacinth asked, in the same low tone. “Principal Nott said she has selective muteness.”

 

“Yeah. Apparently.” Elizabeth said, pulling away.

 

“Poor thing. Her mother’s death must have traumatized her.”

 

“I think so.” The other omega sighed.

 

   Before the omegas can continue talking, the bell for the beginning of classes rings through the teachers' lounge. Hyacinth and Elizabeth stand up, sling their backpacks over their shoulders, and leave the teachers' lounge to head for the front door.

   While all the children go to their respective classrooms and Elizabeth takes the child she is monitoring to his classroom, Hyacinth is left alone in the school's entrance hall.

   The Kiramman Institute emblem is etched in gold on the marble floor beneath a giant crystal chandelier. Hyacinth studies it, trying to make out what it means, but she can’t be sure. It looks like two keys and the letter K , but she’s not sure. 

   Hyacinth waits for what seems like a long time, and just as she begins to consider that the Kirammans aren’t going to bring Lavender to school, she’s startled when the heavy double doors of the Institute’s entrance swing open to reveal the imposing Caitlyn Kiramman and the intimidating Violet Spisak. Hyacinth swallows hard, adjusting the strap of her backpack on her shoulder.

 

“Good morning, Mrs. Kiramman, Mrs. Spisak.” The omega greeted politely, approaching the alpha couple.

 

“Good morning, Miss Andersen.” Caitlyn greeted.

 

   Hyacinth smiled slightly, watching Violet hold hands with little Lavender, who was watching her with searching blue eyes and lips pressed into a thin line. The older omega swallowed hard, her smile still intact, though the tilt of her lips softened.

 

“Good morning, Miss Andersen.” Violet finally greeted her. “This is Lavender.”

 

“Good morning, Lavender.” Hyacinth greeted, nervously adjusting the strap of her backpack on her shoulder again. Then remembering, she let her hands free. “ I’m H-y-a-c-i-n-t-h .” She spelled it out, using the correct signs. “ Do you want to tell me how I can spell your name ?” She continued to sign.

 

   Lavender looked at the redheaded omega, frowning slightly. She grabbed her father's leg, gripping the fabric of Violet's pants between her small fingers. The little omega nestled her face into her father's thick thigh, avoiding Hyacinth's gaze.

 

"Well, whenever you want, I'd love for you to show me." Hyacinth said sweetly, undeterred by the child's reaction.

 

“Give her time.” Violet says, picking up her puppy. “Sprout, do you want to go to the art room?”

 

   At her daughter’s small nod against her neck, Violet began walking, leaving her wife and Hyacinth behind. Left alone with Caitlyn, Hyacinth shifted her posture nervously.

 

“Shall we?” Caitlyn waved her hand, indicating for Hyacinth to follow Violet.

 

   As the petite omega walked ahead of her, Caitlyn let her good eye roam the length of Hyacinth’s pink backpack. Her gaze took in every floral embroidery, every colorful pin, and the many keychains. It seemed like the omega hung two or three keychains on each clasp. But as she stared, what caught her eye was a sprig of lavender, pinned next to a fuzzy bee and a daisy flower. Caitlyn arched an eyebrow, finally looking away from the keychain.

   When Violet reached the art room on the third floor, Lavender still refused to get off her lap. So she kept her puppy snuggled against her chest, watching as Hyacinth unloaded her backpack and placed it on a chair at one of the round tables in the corner.

   Caitlyn walked over to her wife, placing a hand against Lavender’s back and rubbing gently. Standing away from the couple with the puppy, Hyacinth walked over to the windows, parting the curtains to let in the sunlight but keeping the glass closed to keep the cold out of the room.

 

“Sprout, Papa and I need to get to work, can you tell us if you want to stay with Miss Andersen or if you want to go home?” Caitlyn asked gently, still rubbing her daughter’s back.

 

“Home.” Lavender whispered almost inaudibly.

 

“Okay.” Caitlyn nodded. “Let’s go home.”

 

“Miss Andersen, please walk us out.” Violet demanded, though her voice still held a gentle, polite tone.

 

“Hm?” Hyacinth looked up from where she was sorting out some art supplies for Lavender. “Yes, ma’am.” She nodded, approaching the couple with the puppy.

 

   As the couple walked ahead, Lavender still cradled in her father Violet's neck, Hyacinth walked behind them. The omega felt her hands trembling slightly, so she kept them clasped together in front of her.

   When they reached the lobby, Violet passed Lavender into Caitlyn's arms and the older alpha walked out the double doors, leaving her wife alone with Hyacinth. The omega straightened her posture, this time clasping her hands behind her back.

 

“Don’t expect Lavender tomorrow, although I will try to convince her to come to school.” Violet says, approaching the short omega. “It will probably take the whole semester or more for her to want to stay with you.”

 

“It’s okay, Mrs. Spisak. I’m here to take care of her needs, I promise to be patient and wait for the moment she feels comfortable with me.”

 

“Promises?” Violet almost scoffed. “You’re full of promises, aren’t you, cutie?”

 

“Cutie?” The omega echoed, frowning slightly, her cheeks flushing a little. She couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or childish anger. “Well, Mrs. Spisak, it’s my job to be patient with Lavender and help her. Doesn’t it comfort you to know that I’m giving you my word that I’ll do my job successfully?”

 

“As my wife told you yesterday, your word is worthless to us right now.” Violet said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t push it, Miss Andersen. When and if we find you worthy of our trust, you’ll know. Right now, you’re worthless. You’re just a stranger we have to keep an eye on.”

 

“I...” Hyacinth stammered, embarrassed, taking a step back.

 

“Don’t push it.” Violet nearly roared, taking a step toward the little omega. “You don’t have children, do you?” she asked, taking another step toward Hyacinth.

 

“No, ma’am.” Hyacinth replied, bumping into the bottom step of the stairs and tripping.

 

   Violet quickly reached out, grabbing the omega by the bicep and pulling her against her, anchoring her so she wouldn’t fall over like the idiot she now looked like. Hyacinth instinctively reached out with her free hand to grab onto the fabric of Violet’s jacket.

 

“How do you expect me to trust you with my daughter if you don’t even watch where you’re walking?” Violet says, tilting her head. She has to fight back a pleased smile when she sees Hyacinth’s absurdly flushed freckled face.

 

“It was an accident.” The omega answers in a shaky whisper, releasing Violet’s jacket from her trembling fingers and taking a firmer step back, climbing a step up the stairs.

 

“Are you going to tell me that if you let my daughter get hurt?” Violet demanded, giving the omega’s thin bicep a firm squeeze. “Are you going to apologize and tell me it wasn’t your fault?”

 

“I would never let any child get hurt under my watch!” Hyacinth exclaimed, her voice louder but still shaky.

 

“You can’t even keep yourself safe, cutie.” The alpha scoffed.

 

“You’re insulting me.”

 

“Insulting?” Violet laughed, giving Hyacinth’s bicep a light squeeze, pulling her against her again. “ You insult me ​​when you ask me to trust you with my daughter.” She growled against Hyacinth’s ear.

 

“Mrs. Spisak.” Principal Nott’s voice broke the tension between them.

 

   Violet, still holding Hyacinth’s bicep, turned to look at Principal Nott. The alpha arched her scarred eyebrow, shooting the older woman an irritated look that made her flinch.

 

“Do you need something, Principal Nott?” she asked irritably.

 

“I need Miss Andersen if Lavender isn’t going to stay at the school.” She tried to keep her voice steady.

 

“She’s all yours.” Violet finally released her grip on Hyacinth, letting her run almost pathetically toward Principal Nott.

 

   As Angella Nott took Hyacinth’s shaking hand in hers, Violet straightened her jacket and turned to leave, the heavy soles of her combat boots echoing on the white marble floor. Hyacinth clenched her jaw, feeling her eyes water and her face burn with embarrassment.

 

“Are you okay, Hyacinth?” Angela asked, reaching up with her free hand to touch the younger omega’s shoulder.

 

“Yes,” she answered shakily. “Yes, ma’am,” she answered more firmly.

 

“You can go home, Hyacinth. Try to rest.”

 

[...]

 

   Hyacinth remained in a trance-like state for the rest of the day, barely able to concentrate on her classes. She could still feel Violet’s firm touch on her bicep, her warm breath against her face, her husky whisper against her ear. Shifting in her classroom chair, she pressed her thighs together, irritated and aroused.

 

“You idiot,” she whispered to herself, rubbing her eyes beneath the frames of her glasses.

 

[...]

 

   She knows she shouldn’t have left her class at the Academy early. She knows she shouldn’t be home so early, but she couldn’t focus on the teacher’s words, couldn’t forget Violet’s touch.

   So that’s why she finds herself in her crummy rented apartment. That’s why she’s stuck in the small bathtub, covered in hot, almost boiling water. The entire small bathroom is enveloped in a cloud of warm humidity.

   The water ripples slightly, Hyacinth’s head resting on the porcelain rim as her legs remain spread and her back arches away from the white porcelain in a perfect arc. When she comes, with her tearful whimpers and a roll of her eyes, before she can even recover from the aftershocks, a wave of guilt and revulsion hits her. The realization that she has masturbated while thinking about Violet’s rough, almost aggressive treatment of her earlier leaves her feeling ashamed, wanting to curl up and cry in shame.

   But she doesn't. Still embarrassed, she continues her shower, leaves the bathroom, and gets dressed. She is happy with the notion that Lavender probably won't be in class tomorrow, so she won't have to see the intimidating woman whose rough treatment made her masturbate, nor her equally intimidating wife.

 

[...]

 

“How was work?” Dahlia asked, getting rid of her uniform.

 

“Great, I guess. Lavender didn’t want to stay at school.” Hyacinth said, not looking up from the television, which was playing a cooking show.

 

“Yeah? Good for you.” Her older sister said, grabbing her pajamas and leaving the room.

 

   While Dahlia was in the bathroom, washing up after the day, Hyacinth turned off the television and lay down to sleep. She pulled a pillow to her chest, drew her legs up, and closed her eyes.

   Tomorrow has to be a better day , she thought. Tomorrow will be a better day.

Chapter 4: Anemone

Summary:

If anything, Hyacinth only respects Lavender

Notes:

I traveled over the weekend and it was so good, I went to a São João party (a cultural festival in my country) and I drank so much quentão (hot wine with spices) that I was sweating even during the winter. It was 10°C here in my city.

   Lavender didn’t show up at the Kiramman Institute on Wednesday, or Thursday, or even Friday. Hyacinth worked around the school, doing whatever chores were needed. She helped other prefects and supervised the children playing on the indoor playground, sheltered from the winter cold. The mornings were slow, and the afternoons at the Academy, studying History of Education or Socio-Anthropological Studies of Childhood and Youth, or Didactics, which she knew she would hate all semester, passed even slower.

   The memory of Violet’s rude treatment still haunted Hyacinth, so she tried to keep her mind as busy as she could. When she had free time at the Kiramman Institute, provided by Principal Angela Nott, she would reread the lecture slides and take notes. In between classes at the Academy, she would search for DIY videos. At home, after classes and after tidying up her small apartment, she would embroider a satin skirt she had bought at a thrift store.

 

[...]

 

   On Friday afternoon after class, Hyacinth sits alone at a table in a nearby campus cafeteria, sipping a cup of hibiscus tea and eating a slice of apple pie. Her laptop is open to a tutorial for a beaded jellyfish keychain.

   The red-haired omega is waiting for Dahlia, who was leaving class early after her Introduction to the Historian’s Craft teacher canceled class. She takes a photo of her laptop, her crystal cup of pink tea, and her slice of apple pie and posts it to her Instagram stories with some lo-fi music and the location.

   When Dahlia arrived, Hyacinth was on her second slice of pie. The younger sister was taking a bite of pumpkin pie when the older sister sat down at the table, dropping her backpack on the floor and kicking her feet up on one of the free chairs.

 

“What’s up? Can I have a piece?” Dahlia asked, reaching out for Hyacinth’s slice of pie.

 

“What are you going to order?” the younger sister asked, pushing the plate out of the brunette omega’s reach.

 

“Pancakes with bacon.”

 

“I want some.” Hyacinth finally hands her plate to her older sister.

 

[...]

 

   On Saturday, Hyacinth and Dahlia were completely absorbed in their own little worlds, Dahlia sitting on the small loveseat reading a book about Egyptian gods. In the bedroom, propped up against the wrought-iron headboard, Hyacinth continued to embroider her satin skirt.

   On Sunday, Dahlia sleeps until noon after staying up until four in the morning taking notes on the book she was reading. Hyacinth wakes up at eight and uses her alone time to do whatever she wants; pluck her eyebrows, plucking the excess hair, washing her hair and braiding the lengths into something intricately woven into a fantasy like Game of Thrones or House of the Dragon , and painting her nails with a pink polish that gives a healthier look to her short, pale nails.

   When Dahlia woke up, the small apartment smelled of mashed potatoes and ground beef, which didn't surprise the older omega since this was her younger sister's comfort food. The two of them ate lunch while watching an episode of Hilda Hurricane.

 

[...]

 

   On Monday morning, Hyacinth is waiting patiently for Lavender. She would rather the child not show up, but Lavender does, escorted only by Caitlyn Kiramman, dressed in elegant attire. The tall alpha wears black dress pants, a white shirt, and a long black overcoat. And as if it weren’t enough that she towers over Hyacinth, she’s wearing high heels.

 

“Good morning, Mrs. Kiramman.” Hyacinth greeted politely, keeping her hands clasped behind her back. “Good morning, Lavender.” She greeted the child, who wasn’t looking at her.

 

“Lavender agreed to give you a chance. But on a reduced schedule, Violet will come pick her up in an hour.” Caitlyn informed, walking past Hyacinth without even greeting her.

 

   The omega let out a soft sigh before turning to follow Caitlyn and Lavender up the stairs of the Institute. She always stays three steps away from them, keeping her distance. She doesn't want to get close to Caitlyn or Violet anymore, because she knows what getting close will do to her.

   When they reach the art room, Lavender lets go of her father's hand to walk to one of the round tables, she leaves her purple backpack on an empty chair and goes to the supplies closet to get what she deems necessary. At no point does she speak to Hyacinth, or look in her direction.

   Hyacinth walks to the windows, opening the curtains to let in some natural light, even though it was a cloudy morning. She pulls the curtains back and steps away, leaving the windows closed.

   Unaware of Caitlyn's proximity, the little omega jumps when she feels a gentle touch at the base of her spine. With her eyes slightly wide behind the lenses of her glasses, she turns her face to look at the alpha.

 

“Lavender doesn’t like physical contact with strangers, so avoid touching her.” Caitlyn says, not taking her hand off Hyacinth’s back. “Break and snack times are held here. She can be alone during her fifteen-minute break, but don’t exceed it. I’ll be watching.”

 

“Yes, ma’am.” Hyacinth says, a little shakily, and steps away. She straightens her posture nervously, clasping her hands behind her back. “I can have my coffee here, if you prefer.”

 

“No, Lavender will appreciate your absence. No matter how short it is.”

 

“She won’t leave the room on her own?” Hyacinth asked, tilting her head slightly.

 

“No. She won’t leave until Violet comes to get her.”

 

“Okay.” The omega says, nodding slightly.

 

“I have to go to work.” Caitlyn says, then finally pulls away from Hyacinth.

 

   As the alpha approaches where Lavender is sitting, Hyacinth frowns slightly, rubbing her back where Caitlyn had touched her. She can't hear her father talking to his daughter, nor can she see Lavender speaking, as Caitlyn's tall figure dwarfs the small child.

   When Caitlyn stands up again, after leaving a kiss on her puppy's purple hair, she glances at Hyacinth and with a tilt of her head, she asks the omega to follow her to the door. When the two are outside the door, Hyacinth keeps her hand on the doorknob, keeping her chin raised to look at the alpha.

 

“Lavender will be drawing, don’t interfere unless she needs help reaching out-of-reach materials.” Caitlyn ordered, her voice cool and firm. “At first, sit far away. As the days go by, if she feels comfortable, she’ll sit closer to you.”

 

“Yes, ma’am.” Hyacinth nodded.

 

   Caitlyn keeps her good eye fixed on Hyacinth’s freckled face, noticing a few pimple marks. She looks away, casting one last glance at her daughter, scribbling on her paper.

 

“Violet will be picking her up in a few minutes. Have Nott call if anything happens.”

 

“Yes, ma’am.”

 

[...]

 

   Lavender never looks up from her scribbles with her blue eyes. Hyacinth watches her complete a drawing, then push the paper away and pick up another to start another drawing. The motion repeats itself nine times during the minutes they are alone in the art room. Lavender makes no sound, other than her soft breathing.

   Hyacinth sits at another table, looking around when she’s not looking at Lavender. She counts every easel in the art room; seventeen. Then she counts how many paint brushes are in a ceramic vase in the center of the table she sits at; thirty-seven. She counts the number of light bulbs in the ceiling; eight. Eight fluorescent bulbs that make her eyes hurt.

   While Lavender busies herself with her drawings, a variety of different landscapes, Hyacinth begins to daydream, remembering the DIY jellyfish keychain video she had watched last week, imagining making a collection of them to give to her cousin in Brazil studying Oceanology and her cousin, also Brazilian, studying Marine Biology.

   She was considering how many packages of beads she would need to buy when she heard the door to the art room open. She turned to face the door, seeing Violet entering. She was dressed in her Enforcer uniform, deep blue cargo pants and a jacket with the Piltover crest embroidered in gold on the back. Hyacinth noticed that the uniforms of the Enforcers and the Kiramman Institute staff followed the same color scheme.

 

“Good morning, Mrs. Spisak.” Hyacinth took a moment to say hello, rising from her seat.

 

“Good morning.” Violet didn’t look in Hyacinth’s direction as she walked over to her daughter. “Give us a moment alone.”

 

   Hyacinth promptly left the art room, closing the door behind her and leaving the alpha alone with her omega cub. About six minutes later, Violet came out, carrying Lavender in her strong arms.

 

“See you tomorrow, Miss Andersen.” Violet said, walking away with firm, heavy steps.

 

   The omega remains silent in the hallway, a little dazed. That's it? She thinks.

   With a sigh, Hyacinth returns to the art room, slings her backpack over her shoulder and descends the flights of stairs to the ground floor, where she goes to the professor’s lounge and sits in the chair she has chosen as her own, in the seat to the right of the left end of the long table.

 

[...]

 

“How’s work been?” Catalina’s voice came from the other end of the line.

 

“It’s great, I’ve made friends with another prefect.”

 

“Elizabeth, right?” The mother asked.

 

“Yes. She studies with Dahdi.” Hyacinth explained, again.

 

“Yes, I know.”

 

   Catalina had called at nine o'clock that night, wanting to talk to her youngest daughter about her work day, but Hyacinth was only telling her information she already knew. The mother knew something was wrong.

 

“What’s going on, Bê? Talk to me, there’s clearly something you’re hiding from me.” The mother's voice is softer, gentler. Maternal.

 

“Hm, nothing.” Hyacinth shrugged slightly.

 

“Bê. Please.”

 

“I’m just tired, Mom.”

 

“Do you want to come home?” Catalina asked, almost hopefully.

 

“What? No!” Hyacinth said, her brows furrowed. “Why would I want to come home? I’ve only been here a week.”

 

“But you don’t like this city. I can tell.”

 

“It’s not the city.”

 

“Then it’s the job. You said you were going to take care of a child from a rich family. Are the parents bothering you?” With Hyacinth’s delay in answering, Catalina is sure that’s the problem. “What’s wrong, my sweet girl?”

 

“They’re just very protective of the girl, so they end up putting a little pressure on me. But it’s okay.” Hyacinth replied, a little hesitantly.

 

“It’s not okay..”

 

“No, Mom, seriously. It’s okay, I understand why they’re so protective of their daughter.” Hyacinth interrupted her mother. “You would do the same, any parent would.”

 

“I worry that this is too much for you, Bê.” Catalina sighed.

 

“I promise I won’t overdo it, Mom. Things will get better.”

 

“And if they don’t?”

 

“Then I’ll go back to Noxus.”

 

[...]

 

   On Thursday and Friday, they repeated the same routine. Caitlyn brought Lavender and took her to the art room. The alpha helped her cub to her favorite table and gave her a kiss on her purple hair, promising that Papa Violet would come get her in a few minutes.

   Hyacinth stood back, counting how many palettes there were in the room, how many sets of watercolor paints and Posca markers they had organized in the cabinets full of supplies. She memorized brands and colors, wondering how they would perform differently on different surfaces.

   Usually when Violet came to pick up Lavender, she asked to be alone with the little girl. Usually Hyacinth waited in the hallway. This happened on Thursday, and when Hyacinth expected it to happen on Friday, Violet called her to talk.

 

“On Monday, Lavender will be staying for two hours,” Violet said, crossing her arms over her chest.

 

“Yes, ma’am.” Hyacinth nodded.

 

“If all goes well, Caitlyn and I will stay with you on Friday to try to persuade Lavender to talk to you,” Violet explained, keeping a respectful distance between herself and the omega. “We hope to at least persuade her to introduce herself.”

 

“That would be great, Mrs. Spisak.” Hyacinth gave her another small nod.

 

“Perhaps then, if she can introduce herself to you, we’d like you to try to do some work with her the following week. On Monday, Caitlyn and I will be there as well.”

 

“Oh, that’s great,” the omega said, fiddling with the silver ring on her index finger. “Since she likes to paint, we can do something in that direction.”

 

“That would be great, I imagine.” Violet said, uncrossing her arms. “We’ll see how Lavender reacts to you next week.”

 

“Yes, ma’am.” Hyacinth nodded, watching the alpha enter the art room to retrieve her daughter.

 

   Hyacinth escorts them to the exit. She waves her hand, to which Lavender, nestled against Violet's chest, just frowns before nestling her little face against her father's neck.

   The red-haired omega then returns to the third floor, closes the curtains in the art room, puts away the materials used by Lavender, hangs her backpack on her shoulders and returns to the professor’s lounge.

   As she sips a cup of apple tea, she watches a time-lapse of a woman putting together a jigsaw puzzle of Claude Monet’s Water Lilies. She had seen one for sale at a toy store in Noxus, but hadn’t bought it. Now, she was waiting for her first paycheck so she could buy one to put together in her spare time.

   Hyacinth takes another sip of tea, setting the empty cup back down on the table just as Elizabeth enters the room to fill her water bottle from the water dispenser in the professor's lounge. The omegas smile at each other, nodding slightly. As Elizabeth continues to fill her bottle, Hyacinth turns her attention back to her time-lapse video.

   When Hyacinth gets home from school, she takes a quick shower and sets out her laundry, taking it in a hamper to the building's laundry room. She puts the clothes in the wash and returns to her third-floor apartment, where she sweeps and washes the dishes left in the sink during the day.

   By the time Dahlia gets home, Hyacinth has the small apartment completely clean and organized. The older sister takes a shower and eats dinner before going to bed with her younger sister, who is already asleep. She cuddles up against Hyacinth's back, wrapping an arm around her sister's slim waist and nuzzling her face into her red hair that smells of almond shampoo.

   The small room is lit by the fairy light that Hyacinth had strung around the twisted iron frame of the headboard. In the cold of winter, the two sisters find warmth and comfort in each other's arms, as they did as children.

Chapter 5: Asian bleeding-heart

Summary:

Hyacinth triggers Caitlyn.

Notes:

I had a horrible day at work, a student hit me in the breast and hurt me. I tripped and twisted my ankle and still walked home (I didn't go to college). Also, my neuropsychologist canceled our appointment for this week and I'm FREAKING OUT because I got out of my routine.

Anyway, here's today's chapter.

   On Monday, after a whole Saturday studying and a Sunday watching her favorite movies, Mamma Mia and Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again , Hyacinth felt ready to face a new routine with Lavender. She was ready for the longest and most boring two hours of her days, having to sit far away from the girl and not talking to her.

   But Lavender didn’t show up that morning. So Hyacinth sat in the teachers’ lounge and read a book by bell hooks, Teaching to Transgress: Education as the Practice of Freedom . Then she went to college, sat alone, took notes, and during break ate a chicken sandwich from the cafeteria.

   That night, Hyacinth sat alone in the middle of her bed, watching a time-lapse of someone putting together a jigsaw puzzle and braiding her hair into another intricate, time-consuming braid. She and Dahlia ordered pizza and went to sleep, cuddling and curled up in a bundle of limbs.

 

[...]

 

   On Tuesday, when Lavender doesn’t show up again, Hyacinth finds herself wondering if the little girl is sick or having a crisis. She asks Principal Nott, but she doesn’t know why Lavender isn’t coming to school either.

   Hyacinth and Elizabeth sit together in the professor’s lounge, since they both don’t have their children. Hyacinth finds it surprising that she’s gotten along with Elizabeth so quickly.

 

“...but then you just need to fold the nonwoven and cut the sides and you will have several flags.” Elizabeth continued explaining how to make flags to decorate the art room with colorful nonwoven.

 

“Will Principal Nott let me do this?” Hyacinth asked, keeping her hands clasped together on top of the long table.

 

“Of course. I bet Lavender will love that you’ve spruced up the art room for when she gets back.” The other prefect smiled, excited at the idea.

 

“It’ll be a change of pace for her, I’m not sure she’ll like it.”

 

“What if you make those changes with her? Violet said she wanted to try to get Lavender to talk to you, didn’t she?”

 

“Yeah, Mrs. Spisak said that. She said we would increase Lavender’s hours and try to get her to interact with me.”

 

“Mrs. Spisak? Why don’t you call her Violet when she’s not around?” Elizabeth asked playfully, but curiously.

 

“Hm, respect, I guess. My parents taught me that.” Hyacinth shrugged, a little embarrassed.

 

“Well, it’s kind of cute. You’re all respectful and stuff.” The brunette omega smiled, placing a hand on Hyacinth’s.

 

“Yeah, I guess.” Hyacinth frowned slightly. “I’m going to go find Principal Nott to talk to her about my idea.” She said, starting to stand up.

 

“Sure.” Elizabeth nodded. “I’ll see you later then.” She smiled.

 

[...]

 

   On Friday, after a week of being away from Lavender and her parents, Caitlyn and Violet, Hyacinth spent the entire afternoon at home, since her classes had been canceled due to the weather. Instead of studying, she was scrolling through her TikTok “ For You ” and editing a video she was supposed to post yesterday.

   When Dahlia got home, Hyacinth had the house tidied up and dinner ready. Mashed potatoes and pot roast. The two sisters sat in bed to eat dinner while watching Hurricane Hilda.

 

“Did you know that monkeys can drink through straws?” Hyacinth suddenly asked, after swallowing her food.

 

“What?” Dahlia frowned, confused and taken aback by the sudden and strange question.

 

“Monkeys can drink through straws.” Hyacinth said, looking at her sister as if what she had said made perfect sense.

 

“How did you find out about this?” the older sister asked, knowing that this was what Hyacinth wanted.

 

“On TikTok.” The redheaded omega said, smiling slightly. “A video of a monkey appeared on my For You , her name is Xingxing.”

 

“Ah.” Dahlia sighed. “Are you following her profile now?”

 

“Of course.” Hyacinth snorted, as if it were obvious. “She lives in Tibet. Poor thing lost an arm to a bear trap.”

 

“Oh, poor thing.”

 

“Yeah. But she lives very well. In a monastery.”

 

“A monastery?” Dahlia echoed.

 

“Yeah. I guess. I didn’t get the translation.” Hyacinth shrugged before going back to eating.

 

   Dahlia sighed, shaking her head slightly. She was used to these random little discoveries from Hyacinth, but she was always surprised.

 

[...]

 

“Good morning, Lavender.” Hyacinth greeted with a small smile, though the little girl couldn’t see it since she was snuggled against Violet’s neck.

 

   On Wednesday morning, after more than a week of not showing up at the Kiramman Institute, there was Lavender, accompanied by Caitlyn and Violet. Hyacinth had almost given up hope that the child would ever show up, or that the Kiramman family would want her to continue on Lavender’s case as the little girl’s prefect.

 

“Good morning, Miss Andersen,” Caitlyn greeted, taking in Hyacinth’s appearance. 

 

   The omega wore the same uniform as always. A long skirt that fell to her ankles, a white shirt under a three-button vest, and a blazer that she kept open. But, Caitlyn noticed, Hyacinth had added a long-strapped bow tie in the same blue as her uniform today, with a pearl in the middle that matched the delicate earrings in her ears.

 

“Good morning, Mrs. Kiramman. I’m so glad Lavender came today, I have a surprise for her.” Hyacinth smiled wider, keeping her hands clasped in front of her.

 

“A surprise?” Violet echoed, curious.

 

   Lavender shifts almost imperceptibly in her father’s arms, but Violet notices, and adjusts her arm around her daughter. To Violet, Lavender’s weight meant nothing, she was as light as a feather, but the feeling of holding her cub so close to her, so snuggled against her chest, meant the world. It reminded her of when Lavender was a newborn who weighed six pounds and was only eighteen inches, a tiny bundle wrapped in a lavender blanket who slept on her chest after nursing so her mother could rest. It reminded her of the lavender bundle in the ergonomic baby carrier that Caitlyn wrapped around herself as she sat at her desk in the office and filled out paperwork.

 

“To welcome her back to the Institute.” Hyacinth kept her smile.

 

“Well, show us this surprise.” Caitlyn asks, motioning with her hand for Hyacinth to lead the way to the art room.

 

   As the alpha couple walks behind the petite redheaded omega, Caitlyn can’t help but let her gaze wander over the expanse of Hyacinth’s braided hair. It looks like a mess of small braids braided into three larger ones that were later braided into one.

   As Hyacinth reaches the door to the art room, she glances over her shoulder briefly at Lavender, who has lifted her head from her father’s chest, and smiles at the little girl. Caitlyn watches as Lavender nuzzles Violet’s neck again, but she notices the slight blush on her daughter’s freckled cheeks from Hyacinth’s smile and smiles slightly.

 

“You know, Lavender, I think the art room is so… boring, for an art room, don’t you think?” Hyacinth asks, waiting for a reaction from the little girl.

 

   In fact , Hyacinth thinks, the entire school is boring . The exterior walls of the Kiramman Institute are painted the same dark blue as the staff uniforms and, oddly enough, the same shade of blue as the Enforcers’ uniforms. Inside, the school is a pale, dull cream that reminds her of her aesthetically dismal rental apartment.

   Although Hyacinth waits patiently for Lavender's reaction, it doesn't come. Caitlyn steps forward, approaching Hyacinth and placing her gloved hand on the omega's shoulder. The tall alpha, who towers easily over Hyacinth, guides her into the art room. Caitlyn then notices the pile of materials on one of the tables, but not on Lavender's favorite table, as if Hyacinth doesn't want to take up the child's space, or as if she already expected Lavender not to want to participate in whatever activity she proposes.

 

“Give her time, Miss Andersen,” Caitlyn urges, removing her hand from Hyacinth’s shoulder after guiding her to the table. “Violet is talking to her.”

 

   Only then did Hyacinth realize that Violet wasn’t following them into the art room, but had instead closed the door to the room, leaving her inside with Caitlyn and standing in the hallway with Lavender. Hyacinth pursed her lips, moving away from Caitlyn and walking over to the table filled with art supplies. She ran her hands over the rolls of crepe paper, feeling the slightly rough texture that she wasn’t a fan of.

 

“What do you have planned, Miss Andersen?”

 

   Caitlyn’s voice comes from very close. Too close for Caitlyn to be within respectable distance. Hyacinth looks over her shoulder with her brows furrowed, her nose almost touching Caitlyn’s.

 

“What is it with you guys and personal space?” Hyacinth voiced her thought before she realized she was saying it out loud.

 

    Caitlyn arches an eyebrow, adjusting her posture so she’s no longer leaning over Hyacinth. She watches with morbid satisfaction as the omega’s cheeks flush almost as red as her intricately braided red hair.

 

“Forgive me, Miss Andersen.” Caitlyn begs, but there’s no regret or embarrassment in her voice; if anything, she sounds amused.

 

   Hyacinth then wonders, thankfully without saying it, if Violet had told her wife about their little altercation so many days ago. Looking at the glint of satisfaction in Caitlyn’s eye, she is certain that she had.

   The omega looks away, moving away from Caitlyn. She rubs her hands on the skirt of her uniform, her palms suddenly damp with sweat.

 

“Hm.” She cleared her throat as she walked to stand on the other side of the table. When she was satisfied with the distance between her and the alpha, she continued. “I planned to decorate the room with Lavender’s help. Make it more colorful and welcoming.”

 

“What if she doesn’t like colors?” Caitlyn asked almost teasingly, arching an eyebrow.

 

“Oh, but she likes shades of purple, doesn’t she?” Hyacinth replied, almost too proud to know that yes, Lavender did like shades of purple.

 

“Um, yes.” Caitlyn nodded, much to Hyacinth’s delight. “Is that why you chose only those materials? I had noticed the color pattern, but now it makes sense to me.”

 

“Watching Lavender draw, I noticed that she only draws in shades of purple and lilac,” the omega says proudly. “I imagined that she would want to decorate her comfort zone at school with her favorite shades.”

 

   Caitlyn was silent for a few moments. She looked at Hyacinth with a kind of surprise in her eye. The alpha had never dealt with a prefect who wanted to do more than the basics. Of course, any idiot with eyes could see Lavender's affection for purple, but Hyacinth was the first to use it to try to get closer to her little cub.

 

“What an intriguing idea,” Caitlyn finally says, and Hyacinth realizes, with surprise, that the alpha doesn’t seem to know what to say. “I’m interested to see if Lavender will accept your activity proposal.”

 

“I hope so, Mrs. Kiramman. I’ve been looking up crepe paper flower tutorials and practicing at home for days. I even learned how to make crepe paper lavenders,” Hyacinth says, placing her hands on her hips. “I hope, with all my heart, that Lavender will accept doing this activity with me.”

 

“Did you learn how to make lavender out of crepe paper?” Caitlyn asked, her brows slightly furrowed.

 

“I like flowers. And Lavender likes purple.” Hyacinth shrugged, her hands still on her hips. “And lavender is a purple flower. It seemed like a good combination of business and pleasure.”

 

“Why do that?” Caitlyn asked, this time arching one of her blue eyebrows.

 

“Do what? Crepe paper lavenders?” Hyacinth frowned in confusion.

 

“Try so hard.”

 

“Why not?” The red-haired omega shrugged. “I thought you and your wife wanted someone who cared about Lavender’s well-being…”

 

“We do.” Caitlyn interrupted her.

 

“How can I care about Lavender’s well-being if she won’t talk to me? I can see the physical, the external. But I care about the inside too, I care about what’s going on inside her pretty little head.”

 

“Why?” Caitlyn reiterates, coming around the table to approach Hyacinth.

 

“My God, she’s a child! Don’t you worry about every child you meet? As a father, don’t you see your daughter in other children and care about their well-being?” Hyacinth bristles a little.

 

“But you’re not a mother.” Caitlyn points out, almost accusingly.

 

“But I will!” The omega almost growled. “And I care for every child that comes my way as if they were my own. I was taught that way, by the most caring and kind soul I know. My mother raised me to care for and cherish any offspring as if they were my own. If you can’t do that, maybe you’ve failed as a dad...”

 

   Hyacinth's exalted voice is cut off by a loud crack loud enough to make her ears hurt. With the force of Caitlyn's slap, which feels more like a punch, she stumbles and falls to her feet. It's more the surprise, the shock of being slapped in the face, that makes her fall.

   Hyacinth quickly raises a shaking hand to cover her burning cheek. She knows her skin must be alarmingly red, and she knows this slap will leave a mark, as any impact would cause bruising on her skin due to her persistent iron deficiency anemia.

   She looks up at Caitlyn from her sitting position on the floor, thankful she wore contacts to work today, because she’s pretty sure that slap from the alpha would have bent the frames of her glasses. Caitlyn doesn’t look remorseful, if anything, she looks enraged. Like she could reach down and grab the omega by the throat. Like she could break the bones in Hyacinth’s delicate throat and dispose of the body afterward. Like she’s used to physically assaulting omegas she considers smaller and defenseless.

   If Violet’s rough treatment had driven her to masturbate in the shower, Caitlyn’s treatment made Hyacinth want to quit her job and return to Noxus. Or, even more, it made her want to go live in Brazil with her Camavorian aunt, her husband who didn’t speak English, and her cousins ​​who took her to parties where none of them could remember the way home after drinking so much.

   Caitlyn finally looks away, adjusting her long coat with her gloved hands. She tugs at her sleeve and checks the time on her shiny white gold watch.

 

“We’ll bring Lavender tomorrow,” she says, then turns and walks away.

 

   Hyacinth sat on the floor of the art room for several minutes. She didn't cry, despite the tightness in her chest. Maybe it was the shock that kept her from crying, or maybe it was because she didn't want to feel even more humiliated. When it seemed like she had been there for too long, Principal Nott appeared, with sad eyes that said she knew what had happened there. And Hyacinth knew she did, since the room had cameras.

   Angela Nott approaches carefully, as if she’s afraid Hyacinth might start crying if she gets any closer. Then she kneels down, wraps her arms around the younger omega’s shoulders, and pulls her against her chest. It’s such a tender, maternal embrace that suddenly, just then, Hyacinth starts crying. It’s a silent, quiet, shy cry. But it dampens Angela’s jacket anyway.

   The two omegas lie together on the art room floor for a long time. Hyacinth eventually calms down. Angela helps her up, helps her dry her face, and advises her to go home.

   Hyacinth doesn’t go to class that afternoon. She doesn’t clean the apartment, she doesn’t make dinner. She doesn’t watch any time-lapse puzzles, any DIY projects, or even any videos of the monkey Xingxing, which she had become addicted to. She just takes a shower, puts on her pajamas, and goes to bed. She doesn’t bother to detangle her hair or put on perfume, or follow the long steps of her skin care routine.

   Hyacinth just lies down and sleeps. Maybe , she thinks before falling asleep, I should go back to Noxus.

Notes:

Now seriously, I am OBSESSED with Xingxing. I am thirsty for more videos of her, and I have been searching around to find out as much information about her as possible. I love Xingxing 😭😭

Chapter 6: Bougainvillea

Summary:

Lavender's surprise, finally.

Notes:

I am at peace (finally), I had a great weekend because it was my cousin/foster sister's eighteenth birthday and we ate gaucho barbecue and had a lot of quentão (with star anise 🛐). I ate and drank a lot, but I was alone most of the party because she was with her friends and my favorite cousin wasn't there.
Also, on the 18th I go on break from school (my job as a prefect) and college, so I'll have a lot of free time 🙏🙏

“Where’s Miss Andersen?”

 

   On Thursday morning, Caitlyn and Violet are at the Kiramman Institute, Lavender between them, her small hands intertwined with her dad’s. The one who greets them is Principal Nott. Not Hyacinth. It’s the old omega who greets them today, looking less sweet than she did on other days, not the little redheaded thing Caitlyn thought couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

 

“Miss Andersen is off duty for the next few days.” Principal Nott explained, keeping his hands clasped in front of him.

 

“What?!” Violet asked, almost growling. “Why weren’t we informed about this?”

 

“Miss Andersen’s absence is none of your business, Mrs. Spisak,” Angela replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’ve excused her for the rest of the week, and I may excuse her for next week.”

 

“How can you tell us that?” Caitlyn asked, looking at Angela with a cold, angry look.

 

   Noticing Lavender’s small hand tugging on hers, Violet reached down to gather her cub into her arms, holding her against her chest. The little girl nuzzled her freckled face into Violet’s neck, seeking comfort in her father’s cologne.

 

“And my surprise?” Lavender whispered in Violet’s ear, only for her father to hear.

 

“Hyacinth promised Lavender a surprise.” Violet said, carefully cradling her daughter in her arms.

 

“That girl gave our daughter hope, and now that Lavender agrees to interact with her, the coward disappears? I want her here, Nott! Call and get her now!” Caitlyn demanded, approaching the older woman.

 

“I can’t..” The omega stammers, looking away. “And I won’t.”

 

“You won’t?” Caitlyn echoes. “Oh, you won’t?!” She roars, grabbing Angela’s chin and forcing her to look at her. “Call that pathetic thing now!”

 

“Mrs. Kiramman..” Angela croaks, trembling and scared. “You hit the poor girl.”

 

“She deserved it, for being so inconvenient and disrespectful.” Caitlyn said, as if it were obvious. “And I want her here, now!”

 

“Ms. Kiramman..”

 

“Now, Angela!” Caitlyn practically screamed, tightening her grip on the omega’s face.

 

[...]

 

“Hey, why didn’t you go to work?”

 

   Hyacinth woke from her daze while making breakfast. She was making an omelet when her older sister woke up. Dahlia was surprised that her sister hadn’t gone to work, knowing that she never missed her appointments.

 

“Principal Nott let me go. Until Monday.” Hyacinth’s voice was soft but monotone.

 

“Why? Is school closing for some reason?” Dahlia persisted. “I haven’t heard anything about that. I still have to work.”

 

   The brunette omega closed the fridge after grabbing a bottle of milk. Since the bottle had very little milk, maybe just a few sips, she uncapped the bottle and drank the milk straight from the neck.

 

“I got hit during gym while the kids were playing dodgeball.” Hyacinth explained, turning to her sister.

 

   Dahlia choked on the milk when she saw the bruise on her sister’s face. Placing the glass bottle on the counter, she hit her chest, trying to stop herself from choking.

 

“What the fuck?! Hyacinth, what fucking kid threw the ball at you?”

 

   Luckily for Hyacinth, the bruise that formed on her face after Caitlyn’s slap hadn’t been shaped like a hand. It was just a very light purple bruise, but since she’s so pale, it looked darker.

 

“It was an accident. He even drew me a picture afterward,” Hyacinth said, unconcerned, turning her attention back to preparing the omelet.

 

“He? So it was a boy?” Dahlia asked. “Fuck, he should be coaching football. Brutal bitch.”

 

   Dahlia approaches Hyacinth. The older sister places a hand on the other omega's chin, gently forcing her to turn her face to look at her again.

 

“Don't let mom know about this, okay?” Dahlia asks, knowing how their mother worried too much about everything. “Are you okay?”

 

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.” Hyacinth nods, still unconcerned.

 

“Hey, I love you, okay?” Dahlia kisses Hyacinth's uninjured cheek. “My favorite brat.”

 

“Pft. I love you too, idiot.” Hyacinth rolls her eyes slightly, but returns the kiss on one of her sister's cheeks.

 

   Suddenly, Hyacinth heard her phone ringing. She had it in the pocket of the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing. The red-haired omega reached into her pocket and pulled out her smartphone, realizing that it was Principal Nott calling. She showed the screen to her sister and nodded towards the stove, asking her sister to take over making breakfast while she went to answer the call.

   Leaving the small kitchen, Hyacinth walked to the living room. She answered the call, placing the phone against her ear as she sat on the loveseat. She pulled a recently purchased pillow onto her lap.

 

“Miss Andersen?”

 

“Good morning, yes. Yes, it’s me.” Hyacinth says, nodding, though Nott wouldn’t see it. “Is there anything you need, Mrs. Nott?”

 

“Can you come to the Institute, please?” Angela’s voice is nervous, anxious. “As soon as possible?”

 

“Did something happen?” Hyacinth is worried.

 

“Forgive me, Hyacinth, but Mrs. Kiramman demands your presence at the Institute.” Angela says, as if she really feels guilty. “She’s angry. I can’t convince her to leave you alone.”

 

“Hm.” Hyacinth mumbles thoughtfully.

 

   She’s not afraid of Caitlyn. And she’s not afraid of getting hit again. She knows she just needs to hold her tongue so she doesn’t get hit again. That would be the problem. She seems unable to think twice before speaking.

 

“I’m going to have breakfast and get dressed.” Hyacinth says, unconcerned.

 

“I appreciate it, Hyacinth. I’m sorry for putting you through this.” Angela asks, almost sadly.

 

“No, it’s okay.” Hyacinth shrugs. “I’ll hang up.” But she says this already as she hangs up the call.

 

   While Dahlia finishes breakfast, Hyacinth goes to get dressed. She changes her oversized sweatshirt and leggings into her Kiramman Institute uniform, but since she didn’t detangle her hair yesterday after her shower, the red lengths are all messy. She pulls it up in a messier bun that makes it clear she didn’t prepare for being suddenly called to school. She doesn’t even cover the bruise on her face, she wants Caitlyn to see it, although she doesn’t think it would make the alpha regret it. But she wants Caitlyn to know that she won’t hide and submit, although she will try to hold her tongue.

 

[...]

 

“Finally!” Caitlyn exclaimed as she saw Hyacinth enter the art room.

 

“Good morning.” Hyacinth greeted them with a carefree smile.

 

   With the force Caitlyn clenched her jaw, her teeth ended up grinding almost painfully. She wanted to punch the carefree smile off Hyacinth’s beautiful lips, but since Lavender was in the room, she refused to do so.

 

“Lavender’s surprise.” Violet demanded.

 

“Oh, sure. I’ll go get the surprise.” Hyacinth gave another carefree smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

 

   With that, Hyacinth turns and leaves the art room. Lavender frowns slightly. The little girl is sitting on Violet’s lap, braiding her father’s pink hair. Although it looks more like a tangle, since she doesn’t know how to braid it.

 

“What’s the surprise?” Lavender asks softly, so softly that Caitlyn, sitting in another chair, can’t hear.

 

“Papa doesn’t know, Sprout,” Violet says softly, stroking her daughter’s freckled cheek.

 

“She’s not lying, is she?” The little girl asked, louder so Caitlyn could hear.

 

“No. She wouldn’t lie to us.” Caitlyn said, giving her cub a sweet smile.

 

“She didn’t braid her hair today. I didn’t like her hair.” Lavender said, a little annoyed by this change.

 

“Do you like Hyacinth’s braids?” Violet asked, to encourage her little girl to keep talking, but also out of curiosity.

 

“They’re pretty.” Lavender said, stopping messing with her dad’s hair. “I wanted a braid like that.”

 

“Auntie Jinx can do it for you, Sprout.” Caitlyn reached out to touch her cub’s shoulder. “She’d be happy if you asked her to braid your hair.”

 

“Can’t Hyacinth do it?” Lavender asked, looking at Caitlyn with her little blue eyes.

 

“Hyacinth?” Caitlyn and Violet echoed in surprise.

 

“Do you want Hyacinth to braid your hair, Sprout?” Caitlyn asked, giving Lavender’s shoulder a gentle, loving squeeze, rubbing her thumb against the fabric of her jacket.

 

“Can she?” the little girl asks, tilting her head slightly.

 

“We’ll ask her, if you really want to, Princess.” Violet says, leaving a kiss on her daughter’s purple hair.

 

   Lavender purses her lips slightly, thoughtful. She reaches out a small hand and wraps her fingers around Caitlyn’s ponytail.

 

“Can she braid your hair first, Daddy? If she doesn’t pull or hurt it, I want her to braid mine.” Lavender asks hopefully.

 

   Caitlyn smiles sweetly, but Violet can see her right eyelid twitching slightly. It's clear that Caitlyn doesn't want to be close to Hyacinth, and it's obvious to Violet that her wife, also autistic, would hate for a stranger to touch her hair, since she only trusts her mother and herself to even count the ends of the blue strands. But it's Lavender who's asking, and Caitlyn could do much worse things than let a stranger braid her hair. She's done much worse things without her daughter asking.

 

“Of course, Sprout.” Caitlyn nodded, taking Lavender’s little hand and pressing a tender kiss to the palm.

 

   Over Lavender’s head, Caitlyn and Violet exchanged a look filled with tension and hidden meaning. It seemed as though Caitlyn would have to swallow her newfound dislike for Hyacinth for the sake of her daughter.

 

[...]

 

   Out of spite, Hyacinth takes much longer than she should to gather the purple materials she had set aside to use with Lavender, which she had stored in her trunk, since she had bought every crepe paper and pipe cleaner with her own money. Even the wires to make the pipe cleaner folds and purple glitter.

   She takes the reusable bags full of materials out of the trunk and Lavender's real surprise. She closes the trunk and goes back inside the Institute. Hyacinth climbs each step to the third floor without rushing, and walks carefree. She is in no hurry to go back to the art room, she does not want to be in the same room as Caitlyn.

   But she finally reaches the art room, after much procrastination on the way there. She opens the door, holding Lavender's surprise on her back.

   Lavender glanced over Violet’s shoulder, and this was the first time they made eye contact with the red-haired omega. Hyacinth smiled sweetly at the little girl, but when Lavender’s lips seemed to curl into a smile, she looked away, nuzzling into Violet’s neck.

 

“Oh, Lavender...” Hyacinth said softly, leaning closer. “You won’t be able to see the surprise I have prepared for you if you don’t look this way, darling.”

 

   Violet arches an eyebrow at Hyacinth's manipulative attempt to get Lavender to look at her, albeit very kind. She quickly realizes that Hyacinth isn't trying to be manipulative, the girl didn't even realize how her words sounded. She just had a motherly way of dealing with children. And mothers could be manipulative without realizing it.

 

“A little red bird told me a secret. She told me you like purple.” Hyacinth continued when Lavender didn’t look at her and neither Caitlyn nor Violet butted in.

 

   Lavender frowns. She finally lifts her head to look at Hyacinth, turning in Violet’s lap to look at the red-haired omega. Catching Lavender’s gaze, those purple eyebrows furrowed, Hyacinth pouts thoughtfully, considering the little girl’s expression.

 

“Don’t you like birds, Lavender?” She asks, waiting for Lavender’s answer.

 

   Lavender hesitates for a few moments before answering, shaking her head in denial. Hyacinth hums lightly in response.

 

“Ah, then I’m going to have to tell you a secret.” Hyacinth says softly, placing the hand she holds the bags in on her hip. “Actually, it was a fairy who told me this secret. And she asked me to make a very special gift for you.”

 

   Hyacinth watches with satisfaction as Lavender's eyes widen comically. Her mouth drops open and it's Caitlyn and Violet's turn to widen their eyes, they can't believe Lavender would say something in Hyacinth's presence.

   But she doesn't. Lavender closes her mouth and nuzzles into Violet's neck again. This time, she wraps her arms around her father's shoulders and squeezes. Violet instinctively rubs her cub's back.

 

“Okay, Lavender.” Hyacinth says softly, before either of the alphas can say anything. “I’ll deliver your gift to your father.” 

 

   Hyacinth then removes her hands from behind her back, revealing a white flower pot hand-painted with a few purple and pink flowers that neither Caitlyn nor Violet recognize. And, as if planted in the pot, there are several sprigs of lavender made from pipe cleaners. Each purple leaf and each green leaf and green stem is very well twisted, showing that Hyacinth took care in making it, and that it took time to do.

   True to her word, Hyacinth hands the flower vase to Caitlyn, who receives it almost eagerly. Lavender is a child who knew the best that money could buy, especially when it came from a stranger who just wanted to ingratiate himself with the Kiramman family, but a handmade gift like Hyacinth's, which had clearly been made with care, thought out with care, went beyond that. Hyacinth didn't want the Kiramman family's favor, she genuinely wanted to ingratiate herself with Lavender, and Lavender alone. She didn't care about Caitlyn and Violet.

 

“These painted flowers are bougainvillea, a native flower from South America, especially Brazil.” Hyacinth explained, unsure of who it was for. “It can be seen as a symbol of welcome and warmth.”

 

“Welcome and warmth?” Violet asked, still stroking Lavender’s back.

 

“Well, I think that’s the image I want to convey to Lavender. Someone welcoming who will always welcome her with open arms.” Hyacinth said, walking away to leave her bags on a nearby table.

 

“That sounds like quite a commitment,” Caitlyn says, as if seeing Hyacinth in a new light.

 

“You’ll find out, Mrs. Kiramman, I’m nothing if not committed.” Hyacinth says, turning to Caitlyn with a firm look.

 

   As Hyacinth turned back to her purple materials, organizing them to begin working with the little girl, Violet and Hyacinth exchanged a look that held a lot of meaning. If Hyacinth was willing to continue working with Lavender, even after Caitlyn had beaten her, even after all the rough treatment she had received from the alphas since the beginning, then they would give her a leap of faith. They would keep her around until she was no longer needed.

Notes:

By the way, I realized I forgot to mention that although the seasons are idealized as in North America and Europe, I am following the Brazilian school year, so Lavender's classes started on February 12th and now, at the current moment of this chapter, it is March 8th in the fanfic timeline. I thought I should mention this to help the story make some sense 😕

Chapter 7: Mauna Kea silversword

Summary:

Lavender folding.

Notes:

Everyone, I'm posting this chapter today because I won't be able to post it tomorrow, as I'll be busy with doctor's appointments. Normal schedule next week.

   Violet and Caitlyn hadn’t intended to keep Lavender at school all morning, but when they saw how engrossed their cub was in folding pipe cleaners, they decided they could stay, as long as Lavender wanted to. Fuck work, Caitlyn was the one people reported to when they had to be absent, so they didn’t have to tell anyone.

   Hyacinth’s voice is a soft, sweet melody, all motherly. She has the kind of patience that only a truly sweet mother would have.

 

“No, honey,” she says, soft and patient when Lavender fumbles with a fold. “Like this. This is how you should do it.”

 

   Hyacinth never leaves her chair across from Lavender, Caitlyn, and Violet. She sits far away, never reaching out to Lavender. She teaches everything from a respectful distance, showing that she remembered Caitlyn telling her that Lavender didn’t like physical touch from strangers.

 

“Oh, Lavender. How wonderful!” Hyacinth exclaimed softly when Lavender finally finished folding her purple cleaners into lavender petals. “I’m going to glue them now, okay?”

 

   As Hyacinth reaches out to take the purple leaves from Caitlyn’s hands, Lavender watches curiously as her prefect’s pale, freckled hands tremble slightly.

 

“You did an amazing job, Sprout,” Violet praises, kissing her daughter’s purple hair.

 

   Lavender smiles slightly at the compliment, turning in her father’s lap to nuzzle Violet’s neck. The cub curls up contentedly against her father’s chest, feeling herself being held in Violet’s strong arms.

 

“Really, Sprout. I’ve never seen lavender petals as beautiful as the ones you made,” Caitlyn complimented, reaching out a slender hand to stroke the cub’s back. “You have a real talent there, little one.” 

 

   Hyacinth didn’t intrude, sitting far away as she hot-glued the lavender petals to a stem she’d wrapped herself in moss green fabric tape. She kept her head down, but even from a distance, Caitlyn was sure the omega was humming. 

   Caitlyn turned in her chair, watching as Hyacinth gave a slight shrug, and the blue-haired alpha realized the omega wasn’t humming, but was instead talking to herself. The alpha frowned slightly, but didn’t comment about it.

 

“Are you going to teach her how to make other flowers?” Violet asked when Hyacinth returned to the table they shared with the branches made by Lavender.

 

“Oh, sure. Of course.” Hyacinth nodded, almost eagerly. “I would love to. We can do a different folder each week. By the end of the semester we will have a beautiful, colorful bouquet.”

 

“If you’re only going to fold once a week, what do you propose to do with Lavender on the other days?” Caitlyn asked, genuinely interested.

 

“Well..” Hyacinth hesitated, sitting back down in her chair.

 

   The omega didn’t look at Violet or Caitlyn, keeping her eyes focused on the lavender branches she was arranging and piling neatly to form a bouquet. She kept fidgeting with her hands nervously, as if she couldn’t keep still.

 

“I talked to the school coordinator and Lavender’s teacher, they all hope I can help Lavender with some activities proposed especially for her. Educational activities, tests and graded work.” She explained, still without looking up.

 

“So you’re going to teach her?” Violet asked.

 

“No. It’s not teaching. Not really, but you could call it that.” Hyacinth says, shifting in her chair as she begins wrapping the bunched stems with fabric tape to secure the bouquet properly. “We plan to encourage her writing, help her with her fine motor skills with pencils and scissors. Explore her knowledge of math and English, and introduce history, science, and geography as she becomes more comfortable with spending more time in school.”

 

“What about reading?” Caitlyn asks, arching an eyebrow.

 

“I can’t help Lavender’s reading skills if she doesn’t verbalize with me,” Hyacinth says, glancing ever so briefly at Caitlyn.

 

   Caitlyn and Violet exchange a glance as Hyacinth stands up to walk over to the next table, picking up a roll of crepe paper and unrolling a piece. Violet arches an eyebrow at Caitlyn, to which the Kiramman alpha nods toward the redheaded omega.

 

“So you have no interest in talking to her? You don’t want her to verbalize it to you?” Violet asked, rubbing Lavender’s back.

 

   The cub shifted slightly in her father’s arms, her feet clad in black doll shoes with a buckle featuring two ruby-red cherries bouncing. Caitlyn smiled at her daughter’s relaxed look.

 

“Oh, yes. Of course I’m interested in being able to verbalize with Lavender, but I’m not going to force her in any way,” Hyacinth says as she cuts a piece of lilac crepe paper. “She can talk to me whenever she feels comfortable. Or if she never feels comfortable, that’s okay too. We can sign.” She says it like it’s so simple and obvious.

 

“Have you ever been able to sign with her?” Caitlyn asks, watching Hyacinth walk back to their table.

 

“Not yet. But I’m very patient.” Hyacinth smiled slightly, wrapping the lavender bouquet with the piece of crepe paper and securing it with a piece of wire covered in fabric tape.

 

“Apparently so,” Violet said, almost mockingly. Caitlyn’s lips curved slightly.

 

“Here, Lavender. Your beautiful bouquet of lavender.” Hyacinth smiled wider, showing a single dimple in her left cheek. She held out the bouquet of pipe cleaners to Caitlyn.

 

   Lavender pulled away from Violet’s neck to look at the bouquet of flowers she had folded in her Daddy’s hands. Her little blue eyes widened slightly at the sight of the beautifully and carefully arranged bouquet. She reached out, taking the pipe cleaner flowers from Caitlyn’s hand and, drawing a chuckle from her parents, she buried her face against the flowers.

 

“Oh.” Lavender’s small sigh makes Hyacinth smile.

 

   The omega had dripped a little lavender essence onto the pipe cleaners after hot-gluing them together, so she knew they smelled good. She watched as Lavender pulled the bouquet away from her face and brought it to Violet’s face.

 

“Wow, they smell good.” Violet complimented, amused by Hyacinth’s idea. “Why don’t you show Daddy?” she encouraged, nudging Lavender off her lap.

 

   The cub quickly climbs onto Caitlyn's lap, sitting with her back to Hyacinth and facing her father. She holds the bouquet up to Caitlyn, who sniffs the folded flowers and sighs lightly, closing her good eye.

   Ever since Lavender was born, when she and Violet had chosen the name for their cub, Caitlyn had been obsessed with all things lavender. Lavender essence, lavender bath bombs, lavender moisturizers, lavender perfume, even her deodorant was lavender. Ever since Lavender was born, her favorite macaron was the lavender one, the purple color reminded her of her baby's hair and the taste was something unique that her picky palate loved.

 

“You did such a wonderful job, Lav.” Caitlyn praised, caressing her daughter’s cheek. “My talented little girl.” She said softly, as Lavender hugged her. 

 

   Hyacinth watched the scene with a slight twitch in her right eye. A twitch she didn’t even realize she had until Violet looked at her with a raised eyebrow. The omega reached up and rubbed her eye beneath the lens of her glasses.

   She was happy and relieved that Caitlyn seemed so sweet and affectionate towards Lavender. She genuinely hadn't been able to sleep well last night wondering if the trauma that caused Lavender to not talk to strangers came from some beating she had received from Caitlyn. Apparently, Caitlyn was a good father. A loving, kind and sweet father. Very different from the alpha who had slapped her without fear yesterday morning.

 

“Do you want to make crepe paper lavenders, Lavender?” Hyacinth finally suggests, bouncing her feet eagerly.

 

   Caitlyn and Violet look at Lavender, but the little girl seems too focused on smelling her bouquet of lavenders to notice her prefect’s question. Caitlyn then tucks a strand of purple hair behind her cub’s ear.

 

“Do you want to go home, Sprout?” She asks softly.

 

   At Lavender’s nod, Caitlyn kisses her daughter’s forehead. She stands up, carrying her cub in her arms. Violet remains seated, as if to show that she wants to talk to Hyacinth. The omega stops herself from sighing, but the twitch in her eye makes her eyelid flutter again. She looks away, standing up to gather the scattered material.

 

“See you tomorrow, Miss Andersen.” Caitlyn says goodbye, leaving the room and leaving her wife behind.

 

   While Hyacinth methodically placed each color of pipe cleaner in its designated container, Violet crossed her arms over her chest, silently watching the omega work. When Hyacinth finished arranging everything, Violet gently kicked the chair next to her.

 

“Sit here,” she asked, almost commanded. “I want to talk to you.” 

 

   Hyacinth looked at her for a brief moment, before walking around the table and sitting across from Violet. She clasped her hands on the table, hiding her slight trembling. If she had known that Caitlyn and Violet had noticed this from the beginning, she would have been blushing and mortified with embarrassment.

 

“With all due respect, Mrs. Spisak, I have no reason to sit so close to you.” Hyacinth says, clasping her hands tighter.

 

   Violet scoffs, amused by the girl’s audacity in refusing to comply with her request. Then she kicks her feet under the chair next to her, crossing them.

 

“Right,” she says, her tone amused. “About what happened between you and..”

 

“It was my fault.” Hyacinth interrupted her, all too promptly. “I was rude and disrespectful. But your wife was also very disrespectful in hitting me.”

 

“Yeah, and it seems to me that you haven’t learned anything, since you interrupted me like a naughty little girl.” 

 

“I’m taking the blame for my mistake. I don’t see how that makes me naughty.” The omega says, shifting in her chair, her cheeks flushing slightly from being scolded. “And, I have to say, if either of you touch me again, I’m quitting the job.”

 

    Violet arched an eyebrow, then laughed. A laugh that made Hyacinth shiver and cringe. And that only made Violet laugh harder.

 

“Are you really threatening us?” Violet asked, amused.

 

“It’s not a threat. I’m warning you,” Hyacinth said, her voice less firm. “Threatening would be saying that I’m going to report Mrs. Kiramman for assault. But I’m not stupid, so I’m not going to do that.”

 

“Aren’t you stupid?” The alpha tilted her head slightly, still looking amused.

 

“What stupid idiot would denounce an authority figure, heir to the founding family of the city she lives in? Heir to the family that owns her workplace?” The red-haired girl said, as if it were obvious, but each word became quieter, as if she only understood the weight of her words as she said them.

 

“You can always leave, cutie.”

 

“Mrs. Spisak, I treat you with respect, so I ask that you treat me with the same respect.” Hyacinth’s voice is barely above a whisper. “My name is Hyacinth Andersen. That is what you should call me.”

 

“Wow, quite demanding, huh?” The alpha scoffed.

 

“I also ask that you and your wife keep a respectful distance from me. And I ask that you do not touch me under any circumstances.” The omega demanded. “If I fall down the stairs in front of you, you leave me lying on the ground when I stop rolling. If I break my leg, you leave me on the ground. You do not touch me under any circumstances.”

 

“What if you ask me to touch you?” Violet leaned across the table, her smile saucy.

 

“With all due respect, Mrs. Spisak, that’s not going to happen. Ever.” Hyacinth managed to say more firmly.

 

“Yeah. I imagine so.” Violet scoffed, finally standing up.

 

   She stretches, making a show of flexing her muscles. With a small, satisfied grunt, she shoves her hands into her jacket pockets.

 

“Have a good day, Miss Andersen.”

 

[...]

 

   At home from class, Hyacinth finally spends a lot of time working on the hair she neglected to detangle before going to bed with it wet. When she finishes detangling, the red locks fall in curls down to her knees. She looks at the ends for a few moments, trying to decide if they are thin or dry, but as always, with all the care she takes with her red hair, the ends are perfect.

   She applies a moisturizing oil to her hair after she makes dinner, when it’s almost dry. Then she sits in the middle of her bed, puts on an episode of House of the Dragon , and starts braiding her hair. She separates four small sections of hair at the top of her head and braids the rest of her hair into two French braids. While still doing one of the French braids, she uses the four small sections she separated to make small braids that she braids along with the French braid.

   When she had finished braiding the entire length, she wrapped the two French braids together, intertwining them with a white satin ribbon and securing them where she felt necessary with clear rubber bands. When Dahlia arrived home, Hyacinth was already asleep. Curled up in her usual position, lying on her side, knees pressed to her chest.

   Dahlia ate dinner, washed the dishes, took a shower. All while trying to remain silent. When she lies down next to Hyacinth, both wearing matching pajamas—tops with the same Nirvana print—Dahlia wraps an arm around her sister’s waist and snuggles into her back.

   They barely spoke today, with Hyacinth rushing out - not so rushing - and Dahlia staying home to clean up the non-existent mess, since they both were always cleaning the small apartment. Dahlia misses when she had enough time to spend carefree hours with her sister.

   Dahlia sighed, kissing Hyacinth’s shoulder before settling back down. She closed her eyes and tightened her arm around her little sister’s waist, her sweet little girl. Always her sweet little girl.

Notes:

By the way, I've been thinking about publishing chapters three times a week. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. What do you think?

Chapter 8: Petunia

Summary:

A bouquet of hyacinths to soothe Hyacinth's pain.

Notes:

TW: Physical aggression (between siblings), mild ableism.

I went back to the gym this weekend and I'm feeling aches in muscles I didn't even remember I had. I can't believe how sedentary and lazy I've become since I stopped training martial arts.

Also, today I fell at work and hurt my back. Luckily, I only have four days left until my vacation.

    On Friday, Hyacinth is truly disappointed when Lavender doesn't show up at the Kiramman Institute. She thought she'd managed to develop a connection with the little girl, creating a shared pastime that might have brought them closer together. But apparently, she was wrong.

   She sits alone in the teacher's lounge, a cup of hibiscus tea next to her laptop as she works on creating the slides for her seminar on inclusive education.

   After work, she has lunch at the Academy cafeteria. She chose the vegetarian option because the lentil fritters looked more appetizing than the fish fillet. Obviously, it seemed that way because she's never enjoyed boiled or fried fish because of the texture.

   The class goes by very slowly; she takes notes, discusses some issues with the Educational Psychology professor, and goes to the bathroom five times. Despite all her efforts, she feels she performed poorly in today's class.

   At home, Hyacinth takes off her Kiramman Institute uniform, takes a quick shower, and puts on a sweatsuit. The red-haired omega gathers all the dirty clothes from the apartment and goes downstairs to do laundry in the building's laundry room.

   With headphones on, listening to music at full volume, she cleans the apartment and makes dinner. Hyacinth also bakes a chocolate cake and sits on the floor in front of the oven while fiddling with her phone, waiting for the cake to bake.

 

[...]

 

   When Dahlia arrives home, Hyacinth is asleep, the television in their bedroom on. She clearly fell asleep watching The Last of Us . The older omega turns off the television, pulls the blanket over her sister, and leaves their shared bedroom, closing the door behind her.

   Since tomorrow is Saturday and she doesn't have to work or go to college, Dahlia takes a long shower and eats dinner before sitting at the living room table and starting to get some work and reading done for the next few weeks. While studying, she eats two pieces of chocolate cake and drinks one of the beers she got from a college friend, a guy seven years older, her senior with whom she was casually sleeping.

 

[...]

 

   At nine o'clock on Saturday morning, Hyacinth wakes up when she feels Dahlia lying down behind her, wrapping her arm around her waist. She stretches slightly, sleepily.

 

"You haven't slept yet?" she asks softly, her voice hoarse with sleep.

 

"I was studying," Dahlia says, snuggling closer to her sister's body, trying to warm her cold body with the warmth of Hyacinth's softer one.

 

"Hm," Hyacinth mumbles softly, closing her eyes again.

 

   She stretches again and curls up. Dahlia entwines one of her legs with Hyacinth's, and they both lie still until they fall asleep.

 

[...]

 

   During all Saturday, the two sisters lie in bed watching Masterchef Brazil , Hyacinth repeating Erick Jacquin's lines with a forced French accent, though she doesn't realize it. Dahlia doesn't mind, accustomed to her sister's echolalia.

   Dahlia makes lunch, a broccoli stew with meat and spaghetti noodles. They eat while sipping on Noxian wine brought from home.

   That evening, they decided to go for a run around the neighborhood. They stretch, put on their headphones, and head out. Hyacinth runs a few steps ahead, leaving Dahlia slightly behind. They run for an hour and forty minutes, returning home feeling refreshed. After showering, they both lie down and sleep.

 

[...]

 

"I found a gym that offers a university plan. They give a twenty percent discount to students who can prove their enrollment," Dahlia said, handing Hyacinth a bottle of beer.

 

"Yeah?" The redheaded omega asked, sitting against the headboard of the bed while watching television. "How much is the monthly fee?"

 

"Two hundred."

 

"Fuck." Hyacinth exasperated, then covered her mouth, surprised she'd cursed.

 

"Yeah. With the discount," Dahlia says, sitting on the other side of the bed.

 

"That's a lot of money."

 

"We're in Piltover, Bê," the older sister says, as if it were obvious. "The City of Progress isn't cheap."

 

"The City of Progress is crazy." Hyacinth purses her lips. "I'm not paying that much to go to the gym."

 

"Aren't you an athlete?" Dahlia teases.

 

"No, I'm a stay-at-home mom now." The younger sister shrugs slightly.

 

"Really? Then why do you work and study? Where's your pregnant belly?" Dahlia continues to tease, poking her younger sister in the side. "What about the other twelve cubs?"

 

"Oh, shut up," Hyacinth mumbles, embarrassed.

 

"I'm kidding, Bê." The brunette omega laughs, amused by her sister's embarrassment.

 

"I didn't like your joke," Hyacinth complained.

 

"Yeah, you never like it when I joke with you." Dahlia rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her beer.

 

"That's because you make lame jokes."

 

"You're the one who doesn't understand my sarcasm. It must be because you're autistic."

 

“Dahlia!” Hyacinth yelled, slamming her hand against the side of her older sister’s head, pushing her away angrily. “I don’t like it when you call me that.”

 

“But you’re autistic, aren’t you? So why can’t I call you that?”

 

“Dahlia Gabriela!” Hyacinth yelled again.

 

“Hyacinth Valentina!” Dahlia yelled back.

 

“You’re mean to me!”

 

“And you’re a victimized little princess!”

 

“And you’re crazy and mean!”

 

    The beer bottle crashes to the floor as Dahlia lunges at Hyacinth. The two sisters fall off the bed, tangled in a tangle of limbs.

    Hyacinth quickly lands a punch on Dahlia's side, to which the older sister responds by punching the redhead in the face. The younger omega manages to reverse their positions, and they tangle on the floor a few more times, exchanging punches, until Hyacinth manages to get her older sister into a leg lock.

    Dahlia bites hard into Hyacinth's inner thigh, but the younger sister only tightens her grip. Dahlia kicks her legs as her breathing becomes labored, and one of her feet hits the nightstand, knocking over the vintage lamp Hyacinth had bought at an antique shop in Noxus, shattering it into pieces.

 

"Dahlia!" Hyacinth yelled angrily, tightening her grip.

 

   Dahlia bit Hyacinth's thigh again, sinking her teeth in harder, drawing blood. With a grunt of pain escaping through her teeth, Hyacinth released Dahlia and kicked her away, jumping to her feet.

   The two sisters stared at each other for a long moment in silence. Dahlia sat on the floor, Hyacinth leaned against the wall. They both breathed heavily.

 

"Fuck. You've improved your leg lock." Dahlia finally breaks the tense silence.

 

"Yeah," Hyacinth says, licking her split lip, tasting blood.

 

   Dahlia is breathing hard, her nose bleeding. The two stare at each other in silence. Hyacinth's glasses lie on the bedroom floor, broken. During a few moments of tense silence between the two sisters, the television continues to play an episode of Masterchef Brazil . Hyacinth's right eyelid twitches slightly.

 

"You broke my lamp."

 

"I'll buy another one."

 

"I saved up for three years to buy it. And you broke it," Hyacinth says, with a mixture of irritation and sadness.

 

"I already told you I'll buy another one. Stop fucking bothering me," Dahlia says irritably, getting up from the floor and leaving the room.

 

   Hyacinth stands still for a few more moments, listening to the front door slam shut. Then she gathers her broken glasses from the floor, puts them in the nightstand drawer, and goes to put in her contact lenses.

   While home alone, Hyacinth gathered the broken pieces of her lampshade and put them in a shoebox, saving them to glue later. She sweeps the room, trying to get rid of any fragments she hadn't been able to put back together.

 

[...]

 

"Did you two fight again?"

 

    Catalina's voice is saddened, but somehow resigned. She expected this to happen. She knew her twin daughters very well.

 

"Physically?"

 

    Hyacinth listens to her mother's question as she stares at the half-eaten piece of cake in front of her. She answered her mother's daily call, but she couldn't respond to the sweet hello or the questions that followed.

 

"Hyacinth," Catalina called, starting to get worried. "Please, honey, talk to Mommy."

 

The line was silent for a few more moments, until Hyacinth sighed. It was a tired, almost exhausted sigh.

 

"I don't know where Dahlia is."

 

"It's okay, my love. You know she needs to clear her head sometimes," Catalina said, though worried for her eldest daughter.

 

"We fight over something silly."

 

"Isn't it always like this, my love? Ever since you were kids, your fights have always been silly." The mother sighed. "But I have to say, since you became athletes, the fights have gotten so much more physical. I worry that one day you'll really hurt each other."

 

"Why do we fight so much, Mommy?" Hyacinth asked, her voice breaking, as if she truly didn't know why and needed her mother's help to figure it out.

 

"I don't know, my love." Catalina sighed. "I used to think Dahlia was jealous of you for being so close to me, and that you were jealous of her for being close to your father."

 

"I'm not jealous of Dahdi."

 

"But you probably were," Catalina said gently. "She's older, she's always been more… authentic and less shy than you. Dahlia always had so many friends, and you were friends with her friends; you never had any of your own."

 

“But I was never jealous of her.”

 

“No?”

 

“No, Mommy. I… looked up to her,” Hyacinth said, frowning. “I still do. She… isn’t afraid to be… quirky.”

 

“Quirky?” Catalina laughed lightly. “What a specific word, Bea.”

 

“I wish I were more like her.”

 

"Well, my love, you're quirky in your own way."

 

"Oh, don't call me autistic either." Hyacinth grunted.

 

"So that's what it was? You fought with Dahdi because of it?" Catalina asked. "Bê, forgive me, but you're an autistic girl, why does it bother you so much to be called that?"

 

“It feels like she’s labeling me! It feels ableist. It’s ableist!” Hyacinth exclaimed, her voice rising. “It’s like… I’m a helpless idiot just because of my neurodivergence.”

 

“But you know that’s not true.”

 

“But she makes it seem like it is!” Hyacinth said irritably, almost shouting.

 

"Hey, calm down," Catalina scolded her daughter. "Don't yell at me."

 

   The line goes silent for a few moments. Hyacinth is calming down. Catalina waits patiently.

 

"Dahlia is ableist with me. You know that, Mommy." Hyacinth whimpers.

 

"I... know, Bea. And I'm sorry I didn't teach your sister better than that." Catalina sighed, genuinely disappointed.

 

"She gets irritated with me so easily. Like I'm a little dog puppy who peed in the wrong place."

 

"Oh, Hyacinth. What a... different comparison."

 

"But it's true, Mommy. Dahdi is mean."

 

"She's not mean, don't talk about your sister like that."

 

"She is!" Hyacinth says angrily. "Mean and ableist. I don't even know how she works with inclusion."

 

"Your sister is complicated. You know she's gotten worse since..."

 

"I know." Hyacinth interrupted her mother. "But trauma is no excuse to mistreat me."

 

"Hyacinth. Try to see it from her side, please," Catalina asks, her voice sad. The kind of pain only a mother who has seen her child suffer carries. "Dahlia loves you. You know she does."

 

   Again, the line goes silent. Catalina hears her youngest daughter's soft sniffling.

 

"I love her too."

 

"I know, my love," Catalina says, still saddened. "I'll talk to her, I'll try to resolve this mess. Just be patient with her."

 

“More patient?”

 

“Bê.” Catalina sighed. “You’re not patient. Never have been.”

 

“Yes, I am!”

 

“With cubs. Not with adults. You hate adults.”

 

“I don’t hate it. I just don’t like it.”

 

“With how much you dislike it, I can tell you hate it.”

 

“Oh, Mom,” Hyacinth complained. “Look, I have to do some college work, okay? We’ll talk tomorrow?”

 

“Sure, sure,” Catalina said softly. “‘Till tomorrow, my love.”

 

   But Hyacinth doesn't do any of her pending college work. She lies down and marathons Naruto , eating a bowl of popcorn. She munches on a handful of popcorn while pulling out her phone, opening the AliExpress app to check the prices on a Kushina Uzumaki cosplay.

   Around nine o'clock that night, the front door opens and Dahlia enters the house. She finds Hyacinth sitting on the bed, watching Naruto . Silently, Dahlia goes to the double-door closet on the wall and grabs a few changes of clothes, stuffing them into her gym bag and then grabbing her Kiramman Institute uniform.

 

"I'm going to sleep at a friend's house for a few days," Dahlia says, not looking at Hyacinth.

 

"Uh-huh," Hyacinth says nonchalantly, without taking her eyes off the television.

 

   Dahlia slings her bag over her shoulder and leaves the room. She slams the apartment door shut behind her, leaving Hyacinth alone. The silence in the small apartment is filled with voices coming from the television and Hyacinth's soft chewing.

   At midnight, Hyacinth turns off the television and goes to sleep. It's strange to sleep alone, after several days of sleeping in her older sister's arms. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, Hyacinth sighs and reaches for her charging cell phone. She dials Dahlia's number and presses "call."

"Did something happen?" Dahlia's voice came over the phone as soon as the second ring sounded.

 

"I can't sleep alone," Hyacinth said. "The bed is too cold."

 

"Hyacinth." Dahlia sighed.

 

"Come on, Dahdi."

 

"Fuck," Dahlia cursed. "I'll be home in half an hour."

 

   True to her word, twenty-seven minutes later, Dahlia is lying down behind Hyacinth. She wraps her arm around her sister's waist, snuggling against her back.

   They lie in silence until they fall asleep. Hyacinth falls asleep first, and Dahlia only manages to fall asleep when her younger sister gets up to go to work.

   While Hyacinth takes a quick shower, gets dressed, and eats breakfast, Dahlia finally stretches out on the bed and falls asleep. Hyacinth is silent in every movement, only putting on her shoes when she's outside the apartment.

 

[...]

 

   Hyacinth's eyes widen slightly when she sees Lavender enter the Kiramman Institute carrying a bouquet of red hyacinth flowers made from pipe cleaners. The little girl walks up to her and hands her the bouquet, wrapped in white tissue paper.

 

"Oh, Lavender." Hyacinth sighed, her nose burning with the urge to cry.

 

"She worked all weekend to make the bouquet," Violet says, her tone proud.

 

    Taking the bouquet of pipe cleaners, Hyacinth brings it to her face, smelling the flowers. She sighs in surprise when she smells the scent of hyacinths, sweet, intense, and slightly spicy.

 

"It took us a while to find something that smells like hyacinths," Caitlyn says, crossing her arms under her ample breasts.

 

"But Lavender insisted," Violet says.

 

   Hyacinth closed her eyes, inhaling deeply the scent of the pipe cleaner flowers. She smiled, marveling at the smell.

 

"It's perfect," Hyacinth finally said, her voice sweet and soft. "It's the best gift I've ever received, Lavender. I thank you from the bottom of my heart." She smiled.

 

   Lavender, silent since entering the Kiramman Institute, looks at her prefect with slightly furrowed purple eyebrows. She grabs the hem of Hyacinth's jacket, pulling it down.

   Hyacinth looks at her, confused. Then Lavender pulls harder, almost unbalancing the older omega. Hyacinth looks at the little girl in surprise, then crouches down, kneeling in front of her.

   Caitlyn and Violet watch with narrowed eyes as Lavender raises her small hand to the redheaded omega's face. Her small index finger touches the prefect's split bottom lip.

 

“Oh, that’s right.” Hyacinth sighs, raising her own hand to touch her bruised lip. "I fell out of bed this morning. It's just a silly bruise." She smiles at the little girl.

 

" Did it hurt? ” Lavender signaled.

 

    Hyacinth is surprised to see the little girl finally signaling something to her. Hyacinth smiled, shaking her head slightly in denial. She sits back on her heels and places her bouquet on her lap, raising her hands to signal back. Caitlyn and Violet watch in silence.

 

“ It hurted a little. That's why we need to be careful not to fall off the bed .” Hyacinth signed, with a small smile.

 

   Lavender looks at her for a moment, then nods slightly. She smiles slightly in response to Hyacinth's smile. Violet and Caitlyn smile slightly. It's an improvement on Hyacinth and Lavender's very slow development.

 

"Okay, girls. Shall we go to the art room?" Violet asked, approaching.

 

   Lavender quickly extends her arms to Violet and is picked up by her father. As Violet leads Lavender upstairs, Caitlyn approaches and extends a hand to help Hyacinth up.

   Hyacinth stares at the outstretched hand for a few brief moments, then stands up on her own and begins climbing the stairs behind Violet and Lavender. Caitlyn huffs a laugh and rolls her eye, climbing behind the prefect, watching her hips move beneath her thick skirt.

Notes:

I LOVE LAV AND HYA AND I WANT THEM TO BE MOTHER AND DAUGHTER 😭😭😭

Chapter 9: Asparagaceae

Summary:

Friday morning at the Kiramman Estate.

Notes:

Okay, I think this is my favorite chapter so far. I love writing Caitvi as sweet to Lavender and mean to Hya, it's a contrast that I think is beautiful. Caitlyn and Violet love their daughter immensely and are incapable of hurting her (and are capable of committing crimes to protect her or satisfy her desires.)
Caitvi daddies of Lav 🛐🛐

   When Caitlyn enters Lavender's room to wake her and help her get ready for school on Friday morning, she pauses for a moment at the edge of her cub's bed to enjoy the sweet sight of the little girl sleeping on her stomach, her chubby cheek squished against the pillow, her lips parted, revealing the gap between her front teeth. Caitlyn smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed.

   The alpha reaches out a hand, her fingertips gently brushing the cub's purple locks away from her freckled face. Caitlyn tucks the strands of hair behind Lavender's ear, caressing the shell with her fingertips.

   Lavender stirs slightly, closing her mouth and pressing her face deeper into her pillow with its white pillowcase embroidered with lavender flowers. The cub lets out a small, sleepy mumble, her purple eyebrows furrowing.

 

"Lav. Wake up, baby." Caitlyn's voice is soft as she tries to rouse her daughter.

 

   Caitlyn's hand, her long, bony fingers, their skin roughened from handling weapons after so many years as an Enforcer, reaches out to Lavender's shoulder. She gives it a little squeeze, shaking the cub very gently.

 

"Come on, Sprout. Papa's making breakfast."

 

"Pancakes?"

 

   Lavender's small voice came out as a whisper pressed against the pillowcase. Caitlyn smiled in response.

 

"Of course, Sprout," Caitlyn said patiently.

 

   Lavender only ate pancakes and omelets, so obviously Violet and Caitlyn needed to work around that. They'd been trying for years to get Lavender to eat other things, but she didn't seem to like anything else. And she wouldn't eat anything unless Caitlyn or Violet had prepared it.

 

"Shall we get up?" Caitlyn suggests, tugging at Lavender's purple blankets.

 

   With a small, sleepy groan, Lavender sits up, her back slightly to her father. The little girl rubs her eyes with her fists, then stretches like a kitten before lying back on her father's lap.

   Caitlyn laughs, wrapping her arms around Lavender and leaning in to shower her daughter's freckled face with peckish kisses. The little girl's laughter reverberates through the richly decorated room. Lavender writhes in her father's strong arms, her laughter growing more breathless.

 

"Enough! Enough!" Lavender screams between giggles.

 

"Oh, but I think you're having fun," Caitlyn teases, gently poking her daughter in the side.

 

"Daddy! Enough!" Lavender laughs louder, wriggling like a worm.

 

"Oh, but don't you want Daddy's kisses?" Caitlyn pouts, looking very dramatic.

 

   Lavender gasps, her lips parting in astonishment. She squirms a little more in Caitlyn's arms, shifting so she can sit on her father's lap. She places her soft little hands on the alpha's face and looks into her eyes.

 

"I want all my Daddy's kisses," she says, very seriously. "But my belly is making noises because it wants Papa's pancakes."

 

"Oh, really?" Caitlyn raises an eyebrow, considering Lavender's words. "Is your belly making noises?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

 

"Yes," Lavender says, still very seriously.

 

"Then I think we need to eat a lot of pancakes to satisfy that noise," the alpha said, standing up with Lavender in her arms. "What do you think, Sprout?"

 

"Satisfy?" Lavender asked.

 

"Um... fill it up," Caitlyn said, leaving her daughter's room.

 

"Are we going to fill the monster in my belly?"

 

"Yes, Sprout. Let's fill it up with pancakes that Papa made with so much love."

 

"Because love kills monsters!" Lavender said excitedly. "Even the monster in my belly."

 

"Exactly, Sprout." Caitlyn nods, starting down the spiral staircase. "You're so smart, honey."

 

"That's because Grandma Tobias taught me," Lavender says proudly.

 

"Of course, honey."

 

   When Caitlyn enters the kitchen, Lavender perched on her hip, Violet is just finishing stacking another plate of pancakes. Omega Tobias and Alpha Cassandra, Caitlyn's parents, are sitting at the small circular kitchen table.

   Lavender liked it this way, having everyone sit close to her. So the Kiramman family avoided the long dining room table in favor of the small four-seater to satisfy the little omega's cravings.

   Caitlyn sat with Lavender on her lap, the little girl with messy hair, a sleep-scrunched face, and still dressed in her lilac pajamas. The cub wiggled her little feet, clad in fuzzy purple and pink plaid socks.

 

"Good morning, Lav." Tobias reached out to stroke his granddaughter's head. "Did you sleep well?"

 

"I slept very well, Grandma." Lavender smiles. "Did you sleep well?"

 

"Very well, sweetie." Tobias smiles, pulling his hand away.

 

   Violet approaches Caitlyn's chair and leans down to kiss her daughter's messy hair. She caresses Lavender's freckled cheek with her large, calloused hand.

 

"Papa made your favorite pancakes, Sprout," Violet says sweetly, placing a plate in front of the little girl.

 

"With chocolates?" Lavender asks, reaching for the fork.

 

"Of course, Sprout," the alpha says, sitting in her own chair.

 

   This was a very familiar routine for the Kiramman family. On the days Violet made pancakes, Lavender would ask if they were chocolate chip pancakes. And on the days Caitlyn made omelets, Lavender would ask if they were cheese omelets. The alpha couple's answers were always sweet and patient, as if they could never be bothered to answer the same question a hundred times.

 

"What are the plans for today, Lavender?" Cassandra asks gently, after setting down her cup of Earl Grey tea.

 

"Hm..." Lavender murmurs thoughtfully around her mouthful. "I want to make flowers," she says after finishing chewing and swallowing.

 

“Oh, yes. I saw the beautiful bouquet you brought home yesterday.” Cassandra smiles slightly. “Something truly magnificent,” she compliments.

 

“Yeah. Hyacinth taught me yesterday,” Lavender says, shifting slightly on Caitlyn’s lap before shoving another forkful of pancakes into her mouth.

 

“Hyacinth? Who is this girl?” Tobias asks, even though he already knows who the girl is.

 

   The Kiramman family always encouraged Lavender to talk as much as possible, even in public. They hoped she would return to speaking normally with people outside her inner circle of family and acquaintances.

   Sipping her mug of coffee, Violet looks at her wife. Caitlyn looks back, arching an eyebrow before taking a sip of tea.

 

“She’s a girl with red hair,” Lavender says after swallowing. “And her hair is sooooo long. And she does such cool braids. And she’s going to braid me.”

 

“Really?” Cassandra is slightly surprised. “She’s going to braid your hair?”

 

"Yes, Grandpa. After she braids Daddy's hair," the little girl says with a nod.

 

"The girl will braid your hair, Caitlyn?" Tobias looks at his daughter in amazement.

 

   Tobias carried Caitlyn in his womb for nine months and has been present throughout every cycle of her life, a doting mother who knew her daughter's every quirk and mannerism. He knew Caitlyn didn't like being touched by strangers.

 

"Apparently," Caitlyn says, her voice bitter.

 

   But when Lavender turns slightly to look at her, Caitlyn smiles, touching her daughter's button nose with her fingertip. Tobias's blue eyebrows furrow.

 

"Actually, we haven't asked her yet," Caitlyn explains, less bitterly.

 

"But the girl will," Violet says, shrugging.

 

"She will?" Cassandra arches an eyebrow.

 

"Hyacinth is very nice," Lavender says, after swallowing another forkful of pancakes.

 

"Really?" Tobias asks, encouraging Lavender to keep talking.

 

"She lets me draw and doesn't talk to me when I don't want to. And she taught me how to make flowers," the little girl explains, then shovels another forkful of pancakes into her mouth.

 

"Do you like her, Lavender?" Cassandra asks.

 

"She's nice," Lavender says.

 

"And you like her?" Cassandra insists.

 

"I like her hair," the little girl says, not looking at the alpha. "She smells sweet."

 

"Sweet?" Tobias asks.

 

"Sweet like a mommy," Lavender says.

 

   Violet and Caitlyn exchange a look. Caitlyn's jaw clenches tightly, her teeth grinding. Seeing her daughter's empty plate, Violet clears her throat, setting down her half-empty coffee mug.

 

"Shall we get ready for school, Sprout?" Violet asks, rising from her chair and reaching out to grab her daughter.

 

"Oh, no," Lavender grumbles. "I don't want to go to school."

 

"Oh, Lav, but didn't you want to make flowers?" Tobias asks gently.

 

"But I don't want to go to school today." The little girl whimpers. "Hyacinth gave me a present, and I don't even have one for her."

 

"Oh." Caitlyn sighs.

 

   Since childhood, Lavender had been taught to return any kindness she received. She loved exchanging drawings and hair clips with her cousin, the omega Isha, daughter of Ekko and Jinx, her Papa's younger sister.

 

"Why don't you make a flower for Hyacinth, then?" Tobias suggests gently, giving his granddaughter a smile.

 

"A flower?" Lavender echoes, looking curiously at the older omega.

 

"We can make a hyacinth," Violet says, picking up her daughter.

 

"Is that a flower?" the little girl asks, her brows furrowed.

 

"Yes. And if I recall, there are red hyacinths," Caitlyn says, rising from her chair.

 

"Like Hyacinth's hair!" Lavender exclaims. "Is she a hyacinth like I'm a lavender, Daddy?"

 

"We'll have to ask her, Sprout." Violet kisses her daughter's cheek. "How about we ask her today?"

 

"No!" Lavender exasperates, throwing herself back dramatically.

 

   Of course, Violet doesn't let her fall. She tightens her grip around Lavender and allows the little girl to go limp in her arms.

 

"No? But you want to ask her a question, don't you?" Tobias asked, trying to convince his granddaughter to go to school.

 

"But I can't leave without a gift, Grandma," the little girl says, as if it were obvious.

 

“Oh, sure. What a head I have.” Tobias says, lightly tapping the side of his head. "So, why don't we get ready to go buy the materials we need to make Miss Hyacinth's flower?"

 

"No, I want Papa and Daddy to make the flower with me," Lavender says, arranging herself on Violet's lap and wrapping her arms around the alpha's neck.

 

"They need to work, Lav," Cassandra says, rising from her chair and walking over to her daughter-in-law, intent on taking the cub from the alpha's arms.

 

“No!” Lavender screamed, tightening her grip around her father’s neck.

 

“Hey, shh,” Violet said, rubbing Lavender’s back. “No need to yell, Sprout.”

 

“But I don’t want you to go to work.” Lavender whimpered. “I want to make flowers.”

 

“Sprout, honey,” Caitlyn said softly, placing a hand on her daughter’s back. “Can we make a deal, honey?”

 

“A deal?” Lavender pulled her face away from Violet’s neck and looked at her other father.

 

"You stay with Grandma Tobias while Papa and I go to work," she says softly, but it's an order. "Tomorrow, Papa and I will take the day off and help you make the flowers for Hyacinth."

 

"I want to do it today," Lavender says, pouting.

 

"Sprout, Daddy and I promised to make the flowers with you tomorrow," Violet says, rubbing Lavender's back.

 

"But what am I going to do today?" the little girl asks, looking at Violet.

 

"You can go to school…"

 

"No!" Lavender practically screams, clinging to Violet again.

 

"Hey, it's okay," Caitlyn says, giving in to her daughter's wishes. "You don't have to go to school. Not until you have a present for Hyacinth."

 

   Lavender is silent for a few moments, her face pressed against her father's neck. Her little button nose pressed against the tattoo on the side of Violet's neck. Caitlyn and Violet exchange a look. Cassandra sighs and pulls away. The older alpha doesn't understand why Caitlyn and Violet still try to circumvent Lavender's wishes when they're so quick to give in to their cub's desires.

 

"Can we make this deal?" Caitlyn asks gently.

 

   Lavender nods slightly, then finally loosens her grip around her father's neck. She's pouting, her purple eyebrows furrowed as she pulls her face away from Violet's tattooed neck.

 

"How wicked, princess." Violet mimics Lavender's expression.

 

   The little girl lets out a small laugh, a childish, innocent giggle. Caitlyn feels the tension in her body melt away at the wonderful sound of her daughter's laughter.

 

"Now, princess..." Violet kisses Lavender's cheek. "You'll stay with Grandma while Daddy and I go to work, okay?"

 

"Okay, Papa." Lavender nods.

 

"Great, Sprout." Caitlyn smiles, leaning in to kiss the little girl's other cheek.

 

"That's my princess," Violet compliments, to which Lavender beams proudly.

 

   Tobias and Cassandra are sitting at the small circular four-seater table, finishing their breakfast. The seated omega watches the alpha couple with the cub.

 

"Can I sleep a little longer?" Lavender asks, pouting again.

 

"Just a little longer?" Violet asks, turning to leave the kitchen.

 

"Just a little longer," Lavender agrees.

 

   Caitlyn and Violet walk down the hallway side by side. As Violet talks to Lavender, Caitlyn's watchful eye catches one of the new housekeepers scrambling to get out of their sight.

 

"Then I guess you can," Violet said. "Right, Cait?"

 

"Sure," Caitlyn replied, turning her attention back to her wife and daughter.

 

"That's great. I'm so tired," Lavender said.

 

"Really?" Caitlyn asked.

 

"So tired?" Violet asked, starting up the stairs.

 

"Yeah. So tired." Lavender nodded, letting out a small sigh. "It's because I'm so pretty."

 

   Violet and Caitlyn laughed lightly, amused by their daughter's words. Lavender had always been very vain. And it wasn't the first time she'd said something like that.

 

"Of course. You're the most beautiful little girl in the world," Violet said, kissing the tip of her daughter's nose.

 

"Is Cousin Isha the second prettiest?" Lavender asked, furrowing her purple eyebrows.

 

"She's the prettiest little girl in Jinx and Ekko's world," Caitlyn explained gently.

 

"Ah." Lavender sighed, nodding as if she understood. "Then we're both very pretty."

 

"Exactly, Sprout," Violet said.

 

   When they entered the cub's room, they spotted Lavender's pet spotted cat, Mr. Top Hat, lying on the little girl's bed. As they put Lavender back to bed, the alpha couple watched as Top Hat got up and went to lie down next to the little girl.

 

"We're going to take a nap, Mr. Top Hat," Lavender says, gently stroking the cat's black-spotted head.

 

"Have a good nap, Sprout." Violet kisses her daughter's forehead, then adjusts the blankets over the little girl and the cat.

 

"Sweet dreams," Caitlyn says, leaning over her daughter to kiss her forehead when Violet pulls away.

 

"Good job," Lavender says, settling in and closing her eyes.

 

   Violet and Caitlyn leave their cub's room, closing the door behind them. Violet cracks her neck, letting out a tired sigh.

   The couple walks silently to the stairs and descends each step in silence. After putting on their jackets and leaving the house, getting into the black SUV, Caitlyn clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth before buckling up.

 

"Are you mad because Lavender likes the girl?" Violet asked, turning the key in the car's ignition, the engine revving.

 

"No," Caitlyn said, adjusting the eyepatch over her left eye.

 

"Yes, you are," Violet teased, driving down the long cobblestone driveway that led to the mansion's twisted iron gate.

 

"She smells sweet like a mommy?" Caitlyn said bitterly.

 

"Come on, Cait..." Violet sighed. "The girl's an omega. She obviously smells like a mommy."

 

"I don't want Lavender to think that way about a stranger."

 

"Look, it wouldn't be so bad, would it?" Violet said, shooting a quick glance at Caitlyn as they waited for the gates to fully open before they could pass through. "The girl is hot. I bet she'd make amazing cubs."

 

"For God's sake, Violet." Caitlyn lightly punched her wife in the arm. "You think she's hot?"

 

"You don't?" Violet asked, unaffected by the light punch. "Don't lie. She looks like that girl we used to sleep with before Maddie."

 

"Only with a lot more breasts." Caitlyn snorted.

 

“A-ha!” Violet says, laughing. “So you’re checking out Hyacinth.”

 

“She’s… cute.” Caitlyn looks away.

 

“Is that your way of saying you’d fuck her?” Violet teased, receiving another punch, harder this time.

 

“I wouldn’t fuck that bratty idiot for the life of me.”

 

“I would.” Violet shrugged. “I bet she’d cry like the pathetic little bitch she is,” she says, driving down the road that leads to the urbanized part of Piltover.

 

“She’d whine like the pathetic little thing she is.” Caitlyn snorted again.

 

“Hot.”

 

"You like it when they cry, don't you, you pervert?"

 

"Accused and guilty," Violet says, nonchalantly. "You look super hot when you cry on my cock," she says, giving her wife a mischievous look.

 

"As if you don't cry on mine." Caitlyn rolls her eyes.

 

   Violet laughs, rolling her eyes. She smiles when Caitlyn leans over the console and kisses her cheek, then she turns her face slightly to let Caitlyn kiss her lips.

 

"No matter how hot that brat is, she'll never hold a candle to you, Cupcake."

 

"You think I don't know, Spisak?" Caitlyn says, smug and proud. "I'm the hottest woman you'll ever have, Vi."

 

   Violet shifts slightly in the driver's seat, slightly uncomfortable. She knows it's going to be a long morning in their shared office at the Enforcers' headquarters. A morning involving lowered pants and trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Notes:

Guys, didn't you like Monday's chapter? I promise Hya and Dahdi's relationship is very loving, but Dahlia is very problematic and Hyacinth really plays the victim. They both have their own problems, and despite loving each other, they fought constantly as children, and this still happens today.
The chapter "Petunia" is very important for you to understand things that will happen in the future, I promise.

Also, today I felt really sick at work and thought I was going to faint ☹️. I took my last test today and I'm on a break from college (officially only after the grades come out and if I pass, but I'm delulu and I'm considering myself on a break)

Oh, and of course... Caitvi are rotten freaks, Hya will suffer so much at their hands 🥴

Chapter 10: Lotus

Summary:

Violet and Caitlyn realize something.

Notes:

Guys, sorry for the lack of a chapter on Friday 😭🙏
I felt really sick on Thursday and it got worse on Friday, so I went to the doctor and apparently I have stomach bacteria. I'm already taking medication to treat it and get better, but if it doesn't get better, I'll have to have an endoscopy 😭😭

The chapter was already finished, but I was in so much pain over the weekend that I couldn't publish it. Since I've been taking the medication since Thursday night, I think it's finally working because I woke up feeling better today.

Anyway, this week we'll continue with our normal schedule, God willing 🙏🙏

   The Enforcers' headquarters, in the center of Piltover, the City of Progress, towers over some of the surrounding buildings. A majestic building with baroque architecture, vaulted ceilings, and large windows and balconies with French doors, it's one of the few buildings from Piltover's time as an English colony still standing among more modern buildings.

   On the top floor of one of the vaulted towers, the circular room is illuminated by light streaming through French doors to the balcony, which are covered by sheer voile curtains. Warm sunlight from outside illuminates Commander Caitlyn Kiramman and Captain Violet Spisak's office, creating a welcoming atmosphere despite the winter chill outside.

   The fireplace is lit, the wood burning crackling gently. The soft crackle of the fire in the ornate Baroque-style plasterwork—an aged gold color that perfectly matches the ornate, deep green wallpaper and dark parquet floor—should create a gentle euphony that, along with the soft classical music playing on the record player, would create the perfect ambiance for Violet and Caitlyn to focus on their work, but that's not what happens in this morning.

   Along with the soft crackling of the fire and the vinyl record spinning on the record player, playing Mozart classics, the creaking of the vintage table accompanies it, interrupting the gentle, tranquil peace. Violet groans, her face pressed against her wife's neck.

   Caitlyn's legs are entwined around Violet's waist, her arms wrapped around her wife's muscular torso. One hand tangles in her messy pink hair, with the other, Caitlyn scratches Violet's tattooed back.

   They're not as vocal in the headquarters, limited to small grunts and low moans. Caitlyn was always the loud moaning type, while Violet loved dirty talk, but in the headquarters, they were content with silence. They didn't want anyone to know they were having sex instead of working, but then again, it wasn't like anyone could reprimand them.

   Violet's hips meet Caitlyn's with firm, deep thrusts, the blunt head hitting that sweet spot inside the Kiramman alpha with every hip thrust. Caitlyn's cock is leaking against her belly, untouched, only because she enjoys the aching sensation of not being touched in her most needy spot during pleasure. A kind of light masochism that deeply satisfies her.

 

"Fuck, Cait…" Violet groans, her voice husky. "You feel so good around me."

 

   Caitlyn smiles smugly, then licks her lips. She tugs on Violet's hair harder, forcing her wife to dig her face out of her neck to kiss her. The kiss is a wet, needy mess. Violet melts into the kiss, her hips wavering slightly.

   But as if sensing her movements faltering, she thrusts into Caitlyn harder, making the table creak beneath her. Breaking the kiss, Caitlyn trails open-mouthed kisses down her wife's neck. She's so close to coming, and she knows Violet is too.

   And Caitlyn knows exactly how to make her wife come. So she does exactly what she knows will make Violet come, biting down hard on the junction of her muscular shoulder and neck. Her teeth dig in so deeply that they break the skin, and Caitlyn can taste the blood on her tongue.

   With a hoarse grunt rasping from her throat, Violet's thrusts falter slightly. She rolls her powder-blue eyes, then closes them. She thrusts a few more times with renewed fervor, her large, calloused hands gripping her wife's slender hips.

   When Violet comes, painting her wife's spasming walls white with her sperm, she groans loudly, gritting her teeth to keep silent. As Violet continues to thrust into her wife's welcoming warmth, insisting on making Caitlyn come, she pulls back slightly to watch the exact moment Caitlyn's cock spurts thick ropes of cum against her pale, lightly defined abdomen.

Caitlyn whimpers softly, falling back onto the table. Her legs tighten around Violet's waist. Her cock jerks slightly as she comes, the pearly cum glistening against her skin.

 

"You look so beautiful when you cum on my cock," Violet praises, reaching out to caress the other alpha's flushed cheek.

 

"You look beautiful with my marks." Caitlyn sighs, nuzzling into her wife's hand.

 

[...]

 

   When the alpha couple arrives home, Lavender is already asleep. When Violet opens the bedroom door, with the hallway lights illuminating the nursery, only Mr. Top Hat raises his head to look at her.

   Lavender is fast asleep, cuddling her black and white cat. Top Hat lowers his head to rest it on the little girl's arm again. Violet doesn't want to wake her cub, so she closes the door after checking that the purple butterfly nightlight is on, casting a soft glow on the bedroom floor. The alpha then heads to the office shared with her wife on the third floor.

 

"Is she asleep yet?" Caitlyn asked, looking up from the paperwork she should have been reviewing this morning.

 

"Completely out," Violet said, sitting in the chair in front of the solid wood desk.

 

"Mommy said she kept her busy all afternoon, trying to teach her how to do somersaults."

 

"Tobias teaching Lavender how to do somersaults?" Violet scoffed lightly. "That's something I'd like to see."

 

"Hm," Caitlyn murmured softly.

 

"What's on your mind, Cupcake? You've been distracted since this morning."

 

   Violet knew her wife very well; she could tell when something was bothering Caitlyn. Although they were like water and oil in the beginning of their relationship, after all those years together, there was no one else in the world who understood them as well as each other.

 

“That brat…”

 

“Hyacinth? What about her?” Violet interrupted her wife.

 

“Do you want her?” Caitlyn asked, looking up to meet Violet’s eyes.

 

   But Caitlyn isn't angry or jealous. After nearly twenty years together, it wouldn't be the first time one of them had been interested in an omega. It wouldn't be the first time they'd brought someone into their relationship, but Caitlyn felt something uneasy about Hyacinth. She was familiar, even though the alpha Kiramman was certain she didn't know her.

 

"I don't like them so young," Violet said, lifting her booted feet onto the table. "But she's hot."

 

"Don't you find her... strangely familiar?" Caitlyn asked, folding her hands on the table.

 

"I've said that before, haven't I? When we first met her."

 

"Yes, I remember. But... now, I really feel like I knew her, from before she started working at the Institute."

 

"Or... someone who looks like her," Violet said, shrugging nonchalantly. "She's adopted, isn't she? Maybe we know her biological parents, or some relatives."

 

"In Camavor? No, we've never been there." Caitlyn sighed, shaking her head.

 

"But just because she was born in Camavor doesn't mean her mother is Camavorian."

 

"So what? What was Hyacinth's biological mother doing in Camavor?" Caitlyn persists.

 

"I don't know. Some omegas don't like having cubs. Maybe they found out they were pregnant and fled somewhere else so they could abandon the litter."

 

"You're being super dramatic right now, Vi."

 

"What? Wouldn't that be super funny?" Violet laughs lightly. "Hyacinth was abandoned because her mother couldn't stand the idea of having cubs."

 

"I need to know more about this girl." Caitlyn rubs her eyes. "There's something about her that makes me uncomfortable."

 

"Maybe if you fucked her, you'd stop being so bothered." Violet shrugs again.

 

"I slapped the girl, she definitely won't want me to fuck her," the Kiramman alpha says, as if it were obvious.

 

"She doesn't have to want to."

 

"Hm," Caitlyn murmurs, lowering her head against her folded hands on the table.

 

"So you're considering it?" Violet asked, giving her wife a sarcastic smile, though she wouldn't see it.

 

"I can't forget you saying she'd make amazing cubs," Caitlyn confessed. "I want Lavender to have siblings."

 

"Well, of course. Lavender's already grown up, and she sees all her cousins having siblings." Violet sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's only a matter of time before she asks us for her own siblings."

 

"My heart breaks that I can't give this to Lavender the instant she asks," Caitlyn says, her voice slightly muffled as she keeps her head down. "I don't want her to think we don't want to fulfill her wishes."

 

"A little innocent flirting won't kill Hyacinth," Violet says, lowering her feet from the table so she can lean over it and stroke her wife's blue hair.

 

"You never flirt innocently, Vi." Caitlyn lifts her head to look at her wife.

 

   Her left eye, whitened and scarred, is visible, as Caitlyn never wore the eyepatch at home. Her right eye, the shade of blue Violet swears is the most beautiful of all, has a look of sadness that stirs something dark in the Spisak alpha's chest.

 

"Do you want her, Cait?" Violet asked, cupping her wife's cheek in her large, calloused hand.

 

"I want Lavender to have whatever she wants," Caitlyn said, leaning into the other alpha's touch. "And if she wants Hyacinth, then we'll give her to her."

 

"Do you think Lav will grow attached to the brat?"

 

"In time, yes. I can see it happening." Caitlyn sighed, closing her eyes. "Hyacinth is so disgustingly sweet to Lav that I can't help but think that our cub might grow attached to her one day. And that scares me."

 

"Because of Hyacinth's contract length?" Violet asked softly.

 

"Once her one-year contract is up, there's no guarantee she'll renew it for another year," Caitlyn says, pulling away from her wife's touch and leaning back in her chair. "And there's no guarantee she'll stay in Piltover."

 

"Let Lavender decide," Violet says, more seriously. "If Lavender wants her, she'll have her. Even if we have to break her and mold her to our daughter's will."

 

"Nothing's stopping us from winning her over before Lavender asks," Caitlyn says, crossing her arms. "She's pretty, even though she's so young."

 

"Don't you see that as an advantage? She's young and naive, it'll be easy to break her," Violet says, cracking her neck. "She's so tiny, I bet she'd feel even smaller under us."

 

"You have a problem with size, hm? You always like them smaller than you."

 

"It's hot. I bet I could break that thin Hyacinth neck with just one hand. And it makes me hard as hell," Violet says, leaning back in her chair and manspreading.

 

"You should flirt with her on Monday," Caitlyn says thoughtfully. "Soft, like you didn't plan on sounding so flirtatious."

 

"You think so?"

 

"Hyacinth's all standoffish, we can't scare her any further."

 

"You shouldn't have hit her, then," Violet teases.

 

"The bitch deserved it, questioning my paternity," Caitlyn says, looking away. "And then she shows up the next day with my mark on her face. I wanted to bend her over and fuck her. I would have if Lavender hadn't been there."

 

"That would be hot," Violet says. "But I thought you said you wouldn't fuck her for your life."

 

"Hm," Caitlyn grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm rethinking my words."

 

"Hey, leave it to me," Violet says, then stands up. "I can make that girl fall in love with us in a few days."

 

[...]

 

"Oh, this is so hard!" Lavender exasperates, throwing herself back dramatically.

 

   The little cub lies on the living room rug, where Caitlyn and Violet are trying to help her make red pipe cleaner hyacinth flowers so she can give them to her prefect. The alpha couple thought it would be easier, having seen Hyacinth help Lavender make lavender flowers and having a tutorial open in front of them. But apparently, neither of them had good hands for crafts. Not like Hyacinth.

   Violet and Caitlyn had the patience for it, however. They'd been trying to make the first flower for the bouquet for almost two hours, but Lavender didn't seem satisfied with the folding. Luckily, they'd overspent when it came to buying the necessary materials.

 

"How about this, princess?" Violet held up some pipe cleaner leaves.

 

"Mine are better," Lavender said, showing off the perfectly folded and curved red hyacinth leaves.

 

   Caitlyn chuckles lightly, noting her daughter's proud comment and Violet's disappointed expression. The Spisak alpha pouts, then picks up a new red pipe cleaner and begins bending it into leaves.

   It takes the cub and her alpha parents most of the afternoon to make three red hyacinth spikes. Lavender made them re-make the hyacinth flowers until she was satisfied. And that took a long time.

   Late that afternoon, before dinner, Caitlyn finished wrapping the bouquet in white tissue paper and tied a bow with a red satin ribbon. However, when she glanced at Lavender, expecting a cheerful smile, she saw her daughter's brows furrowed.

 

"What's wrong, Sprout?" Caitlyn asked worriedly.

 

   She and Violet exchanged a look, both concerned about their daughter's frown. They had taken the day off and spent hours making a gift for Hyacinth together, having fun, joking, laughing, but Lavender didn't seem so happy now that it was finished.

 

"What does hyacinth smell like?" Lavender asked, her brows still furrowed.

 

"Uh, smell? Hyacinth smell?" Violet furrowed her pink brows.

 

"The flowers Hyacinth gave me smell like lavender," the cub said. "I want her flowers to smell like hyacinth."

 

"Okay," Caitlyn says, nodding slightly. "Papa and I will find something that smells like hyacinth."

 

"Really?" Lavender perks up, her blue eyes widening slightly with happiness.

 

"Of course, princess. Anything you want," Violet says, ruffling her daughter's purple hair.

 

[...]

 

   Now, Caitlyn and Violet didn't know they'd have to walk all over Piltover looking for something that smelled like hyacinths. Or that they'd only find "hyacinth essential oil" in a small, thrift store in Zaun, a place filled with crystals, incense, and oils that makes them feel like they're in a mystical lair.

   Of course, when they return home and hand Lavender hyacinth oil to smell, the little girl looks ready to burst with joy. She climbs onto Tobias's lap and makes her grandmother smell the essence.

 

"Look, Grandma. It's Hyacinth's scent," Lavender says, placing her little hand, wet with the essence, against Tobias's nose. "It's Mommy's scent."

 

"Mommy's scent, honey?" Tobias asks sweetly, watching his granddaughter climb off his lap.

 

"Hyacinth is going to be my mommy," Lavender says.

 

   The little girl grabs the bouquet of pipe cleaner hyacinths and her bottle of hyacinth essential oil and leaves the room, saying she needs to show Top Hat her "mommy scent," leaving Caitlyn and Violet stunned and Tobias surprised.

 

"I thought Lavender didn't like Hyacinth," Tobias says, a little hesitantly.

 

"I..." Caitlyn blinks, then sits down on the couch. "I thought it would take longer for her to warm up to the girl."

 

   Violet sits on the arm of the sofa, wrapping an arm around Caitlyn's shoulders and pulling her wife against her. Caitlyn lifts her head to look at her wife.

 

"We need the girl."

 

[...]

 

   On Monday morning, the alpha couple took their cub to the Kiramman Institute. They watched in satisfaction as Hyacinth's eyes welled up as she received Lavender's gift. They watched in silence as Lavender asked about her prefect's split lip.

   When they were in the art room, Lavender sat next to Hyacinth and the two of them drew pictures, using only purple pencils. Violet and Caitlyn sat across from them, watching silently.

   Lavender doesn't sign again, but she occasionally leans toward Hyacinth to look at the older omega's drawing. The cub sticks out her tongue, the tip stuck between her teeth, showing how focused she is on her drawing of Top Hat.

   The silence of the art room, filled only with the scraping of colored pencils against paper, is suddenly interrupted by soft, melancholic music. The alpha couple watches as Hyacinth lifts her head from where she was hunched over sketching to look at her backpack, resting on the table next to her. Caitlyn notices the slight frown of her red eyebrows before Hyacinth lowers her head and returns to drawing.

 

"You can take the call," Caitlyn says, trying to sound soft.

 

"That must be my sister," Hyacinth says, not looking at the alpha. "I don't want to talk to her right now."

 

"Did you two fight?" Violet asked, leaning her elbows on the table.

 

"No," Hyacinth said quickly. "But I'm working, I'm not going to talk to her."

 

"You can, don't worry about us," Violet said.

 

"I don't use my phone while I work," the omega insisted, never stopping her drawing.

 

"Nothing if not committed, right?" Caitlyn teases lightly, earning a look from Hyacinth.

 

   The omega stares at her for a brief moment, then returns her attention to her drawing, a field of lavender. Caitlyn feels Violet's hand find her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Take it slow.

 

"Lavender seems very comfortable with you, Miss Andersen," Violet compliments, after a few moments of silence between them. "It's surprising to my wife and me."

 

"I've always gotten along well with children," Hyacinth says, keeping her head down.

 

   Hyacinth, her head down, her attention focused on her drawing, doesn't even notice the look Lavender gives her. Thoughtful, evaluating.

 

"I can see that," Caitlyn says, folding her hands on the table.

 

"You're sweet. Welcoming." Violet compliments the omega again. "Like those flowers you painted."

 

“Bougainvillea,” Hyacinth says, only then lifting her head to look at the alpha.

 

“That’s right. Latin flowers, right?” It’s Caitlyn’s turn to speak.

 

“They’re native to South America, yes.” Hyacinth nods slightly, surprised that the alpha couple is so vocal with her this morning.

 

“Can you teach Lavender how to paint them?” Violet asks.

 

"Bougainvillea? Sure, I can teach her, yes. No problem." Hyacinth shrugged slightly.

 

"What do you think, Sprout?" Caitlyn asked, hoping to catch Lavender's attention.

 

   The little girl lifted her head from her drawing. She looked at Caitlyn, then at Violet. Shrugging slightly, she looked at Hyacinth.

 

"Would you like that, Lavender?" Hyacinth asked sweetly, looking at the little girl with a small smile.

 

   Lavender's lips curled into a small, thoughtful pout, then returned Hyacinth's smile. She nodded slightly, still silent.

 

"I'll prepare all the necessary materials for us to do this tomorrow, if you'd like," Hyacinth suggests, to which Lavender nods again.

 

   Caitlyn and Violet watch the scene. The calmness with which Hyacinth speaks to Lavender, her gentle patience, are characteristics that are surely making Lavender grow fonder of the prefect's presence.

   With a small smile, Lavender and Hyacinth continue their drawings. When Lavender finishes drawing Top Hat, she writes his name in slightly crooked letters and hands it to Hyacinth. The older omega smiles, handing her drawing of the lavender field to the little girl.

   Lavender doesn't say goodbye to Hyacinth, she just asks Caitlyn to hold her, and when the alpha asks if she wants to go home, the little girl waves. Hyacinth gives a small wave as Caitlyn leaves the room carrying the cub, even though Lavender doesn't see it, nestled against her father's neck.

   Violet stays behind, sitting in her chair. She watches as Hyacinth, suddenly trembling, begins to put away the art supplies from the table. The omega doesn't look in her direction for a brief moment.

 

"Can I talk to you?" Violet asks, without standing.

 

   Hyacinth nods, putting the colored pencils back in her pencil case. Even though she nods, she doesn't look at the alpha.

 

"Miss Andersen, please." Violet sighs. "Come here. I want to talk to you."

 

   Straightening her posture, the omega puts down her pink pencil case and walks around the circular table to the seated alpha. Hyacinth stops a few steps away, a respectable distance away.

 

"What's wrong, Mrs. Spisak?" Hyacinth asks, clasping her hands in front of her.

 

   Violet watches her for a few moments, then rises from her chair. She easily towers over the small, thin body of the girl in front of her. And she watches as Hyacinth shrugs slightly, making herself even smaller.

   The alpha takes a few steps closer, closing the distance Hyacinth had left between them. And just as Hyacinth is about to take a step back, Violet reaches out and grasps the girl's slender wrist.

 

"Look at me, love," Violet urges, her tone the gentlest Hyacinth has ever heard spoken to her from Violet’s lips.

 

   Her breath hitching and her chest heaving, Hyacinth lifts her head to look into Violet's face. When their eyes meet, blue on gold, Hyacinth looks away.

 

"Are you in a relationship, Hyacinth?" Violet asks, lifting her hand to cup the omega's chin.

 

   The alpha watches Hyacinth's brows furrow, her eyes shining with a confused gleam. Hyacinth makes eye contact once more.

 

"What?" she stammers.

 

"Are you dating, love?" Violet says, rubbing her thumb under Hyacinth's split lip.

 

   Violet watches with perverse pleasure as Hyacinth's freckled cheeks flush and her pupils dilate slightly. She pulls her thumb away, releasing Hyacinth's chin.

 

"Because if you are..." Violet begins, staring at her makeup-smeared thumb. "Caitlyn and I will deal with the bastard who scarred your face like that."

 

   When Violet looks at Hyacinth's face again, she sees the purplish bruise beneath the smeared makeup. She'd noticed it before, of course. And so had Caitlyn. Hyacinth must think herself very clever, trying to hide something like that from them.

 

"Your wife hit me," Hyacinth says, as if it were obvious, but her voice is shaky.

 

"But she didn't hurt you like that, love," Violet says softly. She cups Hyacinth's face again. "Tell me if someone is hurting you. We can't have Lavender seeing you beaten."

 

   Hyacinth realizes then that Violet, nor Caitlyn, cared about her. They did care about how she looked in front of Lavender. She feels like an idiot. Her cheeks flush even redder.

 

"It was my sister," the omega finally says. "It was a silly fight; she didn't really mean to hurt me."

 

"Your sister?" Violet echoes, raising an eyebrow. She knows Hyacinth isn't lying. "A silly fight gave you that ugly bruise?" she asks, stroking her freckled cheek, also covered in makeup.

 

"It won't happen again, Mrs. Spisak," Hyacinth says, stepping away. "I'm sorry if my injury might worry Lavender. I'll be more careful not to hurt myself."

 

"Ah, Hyacinth." Violet sighs, then shakes her head slightly. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then."

 

   When Violet leaves the art room, Hyacinth slumps into one of the chairs. She gasps, lifting her hand to brush her skin where the alpha had touched her. The omega shrugs, burying her face in her hands and hunching forward. She lets out a small cry into her palms and sits hunched over for a few moments.

 

[...]

 

   Later, at the Kiramman mansion, when Lavender is already asleep and Caitlyn and Violet are settled into their spacious four-poster bed under a dark blue blanket after a long, well-deserved bath, Violet strokes Caitlyn's blue hair as she lies on her chest. They are silent.

   Caitlyn knows how Violet spoke to Hyacinth. She knows how her wife touched that omega. She knows how Hyacinth blushed like a little girl, and now she knows Hyacinth will be easy to win over.

   Let Lavender ask , she thinks. Lavender will have her.

Notes:

I have to confess I'm a little insecure about this chapter. Writing Caitvi interactions is so fun, but sometimes I feel like I'm forcing it too much (tell me if so, and I'll tone it down). Besides, Lav is just a little girl; she doesn't really understand what she's saying or how it affects her parents.
Hyacinth just wanted to do her job well and is about to get herself into the most stressful mess of her life.

Chapter 11: Orange Tulips

Summary:

A conversation about Top Hat and signs.

Notes:

Guys, I'm posting this chapter today because I won't be able to do it tomorrow since I have a doctor's appointment and a lot of things to take care of.
Also, DILF Cassandra meets Hyacinth

   On Tuesday morning, upon arriving at the Kiramman Institute, Lavender pouted slightly when she saw Hyacinth. Her prefect had her hair tied back in two long braids, braided with other small braids and secured at the ends with dark blue satin bows. She was wearing the standard uniform of the Institute's staff, but she wore doll shoes with pearl buckles that matched her earrings and necklace.

   Lavender thought she was beautiful, even now that she couldn't see her freckles because of the makeup. The cub liked the freckles because they looked like hers, although Hyacinth seemed to have them at an astronomical level compared to her own.

   Caitlyn takes her daughter to the art room, but Lavender doesn't want to sit on her lap. During the two hours that the Kiramman cub is at the Institute, Hyacinth patiently tries to teach her how to paint bougainvillea flowers. At the end of Lavender's reduced time, Hyacinth's painting has more delicate, well-shaded flowers; Lavender's has flowers that look more pronounced, but Hyacinth compliments her and says it's a beautiful painting.

   On Tuesday afternoon, the red-haired omega doesn't have any classes. So she went to a haberdashery store after work and bought everything she knew she'd need to restore her lampshade. Arriving home, Hyacinth prepares lunch while listening to her funk playlist on her headphones.

   Then, until midnight, she stays hunched over the living room table gluing together the pieces of her lampshade that Dahlia had broken. She doesn't even look up when her older sister arrives home.

   At two in the morning, Hyacinth lies down to sleep after taking a shower. Dahlia instinctively presses herself against her younger sister's back. Neither of them says anything, but there's no need to.

 

[...]

 

   The next morning, Violet brings Lavender to the Institute. The Spisak alpha tilts her head slightly as Hyacinth leans over Lavender to help her gather the clean brushes she accidentally dropped.

   Violet then realizes, seeing Hyacinth with her head lowered, that the omega was probably dyeing her hair, as she can see the roots of her curly hair are much lighter compared to the vibrant red of the rest of her hair. Hyacinth's roots are so light it almost looks as if there's no hair growing there.

   Oblivious to the alpha's gaze, the two omegas continue painting. While Lavender shades her bougainvillea, Hyacinth is painting lavender.

 

[...]

 

   Hyacinth is surprised on Thursday morning when Lavender enters the Kiramman Institute accompanied by a woman she doesn't know. The cub's hand is intertwined with the woman's, and from her haughty, imposing posture, Hyacinth knows this woman is an alpha.

 

"Miss Andersen, I presume?" the woman asks, extending a hand to the omega. "I'm Cassandra Kiramman, Lavender's grandfather."

 

"Oh." Hyacinth sighs lightly, reaching out to shake the alpha's hand. "Yes, ma'am. I'm Hyacinth... Andersen." She clears her throat slightly, trying to pull her hand away.

 

"I'd like to talk to you before I leave you with Lavender," Cassandra says, without letting go of the omega's hand. Instead, she tightens her grip slightly.

 

   Hyacinth nods politely. But inside, she wants to throw herself on the floor and beg the heavens not to have contact with anyone else from this family that always seems to want to humiliate and pressure her.

 

"Let's take Lavender to the art room," Cassandra says, finally letting go of Hyacinth's hand.

 

   The red-haired omega leads the way to the third floor of the Institute and opens the door to the art room. As Lavender passes her to enter, the cub smiles slightly at her. Hyacinth smiles back, her chest warming at how Lavender seems to be starting to open up to her.

   Cassandra then reaches out, pulling the doorknob and closing it as Lavender sits in her usual chair. Hyacinth straightens her posture, trying not to keep her head down so as not to appear intimidated. Cassandra seems amused, looking her up and down with a slightly mocking look.

 

"Violet and Caitlyn will be out of town for the next two days, so we'd like Lavender to stay with her full-time at school," Cassandra says, crossing her arms over her chest.

 

"Yes, ma'am. There's no problem with that," Hyacinth says quickly.

 

   The omega doesn't understand why Cassandra is addressing this directly with her instead of telling Principal Nott. Hyacinth has no place to discuss the children's schedules.

 

“It’s Lavender’s right to stay at school full-time,” Hyacinth continued. “We just kept a reduced schedule so she could get used to me.”

 

“Of course.” Cassandra nodded. “I imagine the Institute has enough supplies for you to keep Lavender entertained for that long.”

 

“Yes, ma’am.”

 

“Have Nott call me if anything happens.” Cassandra unfolded her arms. “It was nice meeting you, Miss Andersen.”

 

   Returning to the art room, Hyacinth silently debates whether she should leave the door open or closed, but when she remembers the room has cameras, she closes the door behind her and goes to sit away from Lavender, who is already painting a canvas of her cat, Top Hat.

   To Hyacinth's surprise, she hears a light tapping on the table and looks up from where she was gathering a brush to finish painting her lavender field. She glances at Lavender, who is watching her with a frown.

 

"Here," Lavender signals, her brows furrowed. "Sit close," the child asks.

 

   Hyacinth looks at Lavender for a moment, surprised. Then, somewhat hesitantly, she stands and carries her materials closer to Lavender. She sits in the chair next to her and smiles when Lavender smiles at her.

   Then each omega turns their attention to their own painting. Around ten in the morning, Hyacinth finishes the final touches on her lavender painting and watches Lavender write TOP HAT in crooked letters in the bottom corner of her canvas. Hyacinth tilts her head slightly.

 

The older omega extends her hand, tapping the wooden table three times lightly to get Lavender's attention. The little girl looks at her curiously.

 

“ T-o-p H-a-t is your cat? " Hyacinth asked, spelling out what she thought was the cat's name.

 

   She'd seen Lavender drawing him before. And she thought he was a sable cat, the way Lavender painted darker spots on the fur that she left white.

 

" He's a baby ." Lavender signs, indirectly answering her prefect's question. " Daddy said he's six months old ."

 

" He's very young, then. " Hyacinth signs. " Do you have any other kittens? "

 

" Just T-o-p H-a-t, " the little girl says, shrugging slightly. " Do you want to learn his sign? "

 

   Hyacinth nods eagerly. This is the longest conversation she's ever had with Lavender, and she feels like she's about to explode with joy. Lavender raises a hand, using the cat sign, moving her index finger and thumb close to her face, simulating a cat's whiskers, then touches her head, lifting her hand as if removing a hat.

 

" That's amazing, Lavender ," Hyacinth compliments. " Did you create that sign? "

 

   Lavender nods, giving her prefect a proud smile. The redheaded omega smiles slightly at the slight blush on the little girl's freckled cheeks.

 

" You're so smart, Lavender ." Hyacinth smiles. " Do you want to learn my sign? "

 

   At Lavender's eager nod, Hyacinth's smile widens. She turns her chair slightly, sitting facing the cub. Lavender's blue eyes are slightly wide, as if she's afraid to blink and miss Hyacinth's identifying sign.

 

" My sign is ..." Hyacinth signs, then touches her cheek several times with the tip of her index finger. " Because of the freckles. " She explains gently.

 

“ Oh .” Lavender sighs, enchanted. She mimics her prefect’s identifying sign. “ You’re Hyacinth. I’m Lavender. ” She signs, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger.

 

" We're both named after flowers, dear ." Hyacinth smiles, amused by the coincidence. " But you're the most beautiful lavender I've ever seen ."

 

   Lavender smiles slightly, her freckled cheeks flushing redder. She lowers her head, playing with her fingers, embarrassed. Then, startling Hyacinth, she leans forward too quickly and wraps her short arms around her prefect's narrow waist.

   Hyacinth gasps, taken aback. She wraps her arms around Lavender's small body, tensing when the little girl climbs onto her lap. She pulls her hands away slightly, letting Lavender settle into her lap, her head resting on the swell of her breasts.

 

"Lavender…" Hyacinth says softly, brushing a strand of purple hair away from the little girl's face and tucking it behind her ear. Hyacinth's fingertips clumsily caress the shell of Lavender's ear, then touch the delicate pearl earring on her lobe, so similar to her own. "You can't climb on my lap, sweetie."

 

   But Lavender only presses herself tighter against Hyacinth's chest. She shrugs, then falls silent, closing her blue eyes. She clearly doesn't want to leave Hyacinth's lap. Not by the way she presses herself against the prefect's chest.

   Hyacinth sighed tensely. She looked at the camera in the corner of the room, raising her hands as if to show she couldn't do anything to remove Lavender from her lap. Sure, she could easily remove the little girl from her lap, but deep down, she didn't want to. She relished the weight of Lavender's body on her thighs and the warmth of her breath warming her chest through her shirt and thermal top.

 

[...]

 

   When Cassandra returns to the Kiramman Institute, Principal Nott is waiting for her in the entrance hall. The elderly omega, who shares Cassandra's age, seems a bit nervous.

 

“Mrs. Kiramman.” Angela greeted.

 

"Nott." Cassandra nods slightly. "Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

 

"Actually… uh, I believe we've seen a significant improvement in Lavender's relationship with Miss Andersen," the omega says nervously.

 

"Yes? And why do you look worried?" Cassandra arches an eyebrow.

 

"I'll take you to the art room so you can get Lavender."

 

   Angela Nott stands in front of the closed door to the art room. She reaches out and opens it very slowly, trying to remain silent. Cassandra peeks inside, listening to the soft sound of a familiar song. Hyacinth's soft voice fills the silence of the art room; the familiar lyrics of Ilene Woods's So This is Love , sung in the redheaded omega's sweet voice, seem more soothing than the original.

   Cassandra takes a step inside, passing Angela without looking at her. When the Kiramman alpha notices her granddaughter sleeping, nestled peacefully in Hyacinth's lap, she can see what Caitlyn and Violet were saying about the girl. She was maternal, nurturing. And Lavender seemed to appreciate that. Lavender needed that.

   Hyacinth sits with her back to Cassandra, humming softly, unaware of the alpha's presence. She has one hand resting on the back of Lavender's neck, supporting her head, while the other gently strokes the cub's back.

   Hyacinth holds her as if she were a baby. One of Lavender's arms falls to Hyacinth's side under the arm supporting her head, while the other, tucked against her chest, holds the older omega's French long braid.

   It's a sweet scene. Hyacinth seems very comfortable holding Lavender like this. Cassandra almost doesn't want to interrupt. She remembers how Lavender's mother never held her like this. She knows Lavender needs this kind of affection from an omega who can be a mother figure to her. And now, Cassandra is certain she's playing the same game as Caitlyn and Violet. She'll do everything in her power to ensure this girl is everything her granddaughter needs.

 

"Miss Andersen." Cassandra's voice is gentle, soft.

 

   Hyacinth jumps slightly, startled by the sudden call when she thought she was alone in the art room with Lavender. She tightens her grip on Lavender, then looks at Cassandra. Her cheeks flush slightly, embarrassed to have the Kiramman heiress sleeping in her arms and worried Cassandra would scold her.

 

"I haven't seen her this calm in... a long time." It's a lie, but Hyacinth didn't need to know. She didn’t notice. 

 

   Hyacinth's golden eyes widen comically as Cassandra, the old alpha, kneels beside her. She reaches out a slightly wrinkled hand and strokes her granddaughter's calf, reaching down to touch the teddy bear buckle on her doll shoe.

 

"Has she been asleep for a long time?" Cassandra asked gently, raising her eyes to look at Hyacinth.

 

   Hyacinth nods slightly, swallowing hard. She never, I repeat, never , imagined a Kiramman kneeling before her. Nor did she think Lavender would fall asleep in her lap. It seems the day was full of surprises.

 

"Since... uh... ten thirty," Hyacinth says thoughtfully. "More or less."

 

"It's a quarter to twelve," Cassandra says, pointing out an obvious fact. "You've been rocking her and singing to her this whole time?"

 

“She seemed to appreciate it,” Hyacinth said very softly. “And… so do I, if I’m being honest.”

 

“You’re very sweet, Miss Andersen.” Cassandra smiled, then stood up, very graceful for a lady her age. “Let me pick her up now…”

 

“No,” Hyacinth interrupted hurriedly. “I can carry her to the car. I don’t want to risk waking her.”

 

“Will you support her weight, Miss Andersen?” Cassandra asked, genuinely concerned for her granddaughter’s well-being.

 

"I assure you, Mrs. Kiramman." Hyacinth nodded eagerly.

 

   The omega adjusted her grip on Lavender and stood, with Cassandra helping her, pushing her chair back so she could stand properly. Lavender took a deep breath, nuzzling her face into her prefect's chest.

   Lavender's backpack lay untouched, propped up on a chair. Cassandra grabs the purple backpack with its white bear keychain and begins leading the way out of the Institute. With each step of the stairs she descends in front of Hyacinth, she expects to hear the desperate sound of her granddaughter falling from the red-haired omega's thin arms, but it doesn't happen.

   In the entrance hall, Cassandra opens the door for Hyacinth and holds it until the omega passes through. In front of the car, Cassandra hurries to open the door of the silver SUV. She steps aside, watching Hyacinth place her granddaughter in the booster seat with some difficulty. Cassandra watches the prefect's pale, freckled hands tremble as she buckles the seatbelts, and from the hunched, saddened posture, she knows, knows deep down, that Hyacinth doesn't want to let Lavender go.

   Cassandra smiles, a smile that speaks volumes about her twisted plans, out of Hyacinth's sight. She knows, now, that this game will be the most fun and easy she and her daughter have ever played. Hyacinth won't need to be broken; she will willingly give in for Lavender.

   As Hyacinth pulls away, she gently closes the car door. It's a firm movement, but as silent as possible. Cassandra realizes she's doing everything she can to not wake Lavender. She's attentive to the little details. Like adjusting the belt so it doesn't disturb the cub; brushing the hair from Lavender's freckled face; the gentle touch on the little girl's hand. Hyacinth is a mother, in every way. Even when she doesn't notice. 

 

"See you tomorrow, Miss Andersen." Cassandra smiles gently, giving the omega's thin shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for being so kind to Lavender."

 

"Oh, no... don't thank me," Hyacinth says, embarrassed. The omega tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, looking away. "It's my job to take care of Lavender."

 

"Oh, child. No other prefect of Lavender has ever rocked her and sung her to sleep," Cassandra says, cupping the omega's chin and forcing her to look at her. "Truly, Hyacinth. I am grateful for your kindness to my granddaughter. You are a sweet soul."

 

   Hyacinth gasps slightly, her cheeks flushing. Now that she looks into Cassandra's eyes, she sees a glimpse of Caitlyn. She hadn't realized it, especially since she hadn't met Cassandra before today, but the similarities between Caitlyn and her father are striking.

 

"Lavender is a sweet soul," Hyacinth says, smiling slightly. "I'm so happy to be able to work with her."

 

"I believe so, child." Cassandra smiled, then released the omega's chin and let her walk away. "I think my husband will bring Lavender tomorrow, since I have a meeting I can't be late for."

 

"Yes, ma'am. No problem." Hyacinth nodded, her cheeks still flushed.

 

"I'll see you tomorrow when I pick up Lavender," Cassandra said, giving the omega one last wave.

 

   Hyacinth gave a slight wave with a shaky hand, watching Cassandra get into her car and drive away. She sighed, then leaned against the blue wall of the Institute. She already missed Lavender's warmth.

Notes:

I have to say, again, I LOVE Lav and Hya and want them to be mother and daughter.
So, I'm a prefect and I'm very attached to the little boy I babysit, so yes, Hyacinth not wanting Lavender to leave after a sweet moment with the cub is very realistic because I am like that, and Hyacinth is inspired by me. (halfway, Dahlia is the other half of me)

Chapter 12: White Lily

Summary:

Lavender asks Hyacinth for something.

Notes:

My stepsister came to sleep over at my house over the weekend because we're traveling on Sunday and we were watching Dexter. I'm posting the episode now before bed, kisses and good night.

   At home, Hyacinth sits against the twisted iron headboard of her bed, watching a YouTube video of her favorite streamer. She doesn't realize it, but she's holding a pillow in her arms, just as she held Lavender earlier. When the video reaches forty minutes, she gets up and fetches her laptop and notebooks. For the next two hours, she studies while watching Alanzoka's video.

   Around eleven o'clock, when Dahlia hasn't arrived yet, Hyacinth takes a long shower and changes into her pajamas. She dries her hair with a diffuser, creating well-defined curls. Wearing a headband, Hyacinth does her nightly skincare routine and applies ointment to her split lower lip.

   At two in the morning, when Dahlia gets home, Hyacinth is still awake, reading Crime and Punishment . Dahlia doesn't make much noise as she eats something in the small kitchen, but when she lies down, Hyacinth can smell the marijuana scent on her.

   Hyacinth reaches for a bookmark and places it in the book. She leaves it on her nightstand, cover down. She turns over, fluffs the pillow, and reaches for the blankets.

   Dahlia instinctively snuggles against her younger sister, settling herself against Hyacinth's back and wrapping an arm around her waist. Hyacinth sighs but lets her, knowing she won't be able to sleep without being held. They lie in silence for several long minutes until they drift off to sleep.

 

[...]

 

   Hyacinth stands in the entrance hall of the Kiramman Institute, and like every other morning, she's wearing the standard staff uniform. Her hair is half-up, a handful of red curls held back by a lily flower hair clip. She wears a pearl necklace and small rhinestone earrings.

   Her freckles are covered with makeup, which serves to hide her bruise, which is beginning to lighten to a greenish hue. But Violet notices she's wearing more makeup today; there's a healthy flush on her pale cheeks, brown eyeshadow on her lids, and lip gloss. She looks flawless.

 

"Good morning, Mrs. Spisak. I thought you'd be out of town," Hyacinth greets politely, reaching out to grab Lavender's purple backpack.

 

"I managed to get back early. Caitlyn's still out," Violet explains, not because she needs to, but because she wants to.

 

   She wants Hyacinth to feel like they can be friends, close friends. She wants to rebuild the omega's vision of her and her wife, Caitlyn. She's playing a game now, and she needs to be patient and subtle so her prey doesn't notice.

 

"Oh, well. I bet Lavender appreciates your presence." The omega smiles. "It's a shame Mrs. Kiramman can't be in town yet."

 

   Lavender, in Violet's arms, smiled faintly at the prefect. She was feeling increasingly confident in Hyacinth's presence. She liked the redhead's sweet smile, and, more importantly, she was becoming attached to the older woman's sweet scent.

   The cub hadn't yet asked for Hyacinth. But the Kiramman family's alphas knew she would. Cassandra had been very assertive in telling her daughter and daughter-in-law that she agreed to bring Hyacinth into the family, as long as she proved herself, which she was slowly doing. They found the omega very peaceful and sweet, almost cloyingly so. But it was exactly what they thought Lavender deserved. What Lavender needed.

 

"Fortunately, Caitlyn will be back in time for Lavender's birthday," Violet explained, starting up the stairs beside Hyacinth.

 

"And when is Lavender's birthday?" Hyacinth asked curiously. She glanced at the cub, but Lavender remained silent.

 

"Monday." Violet smiled slightly, pleased at the idea of her daughter celebrating another birthday.

 

"March nineteenth?" Hyacinth asked, surprised.

 

   Lavender perks up at the clear surprise on her prefect's pale face. She furrows her purple eyebrows curiously. The cub wonders why she's surprised.

 

“Yes. March nineteenth, next Monday.” Violet nods, amused by the prefect's surprise.

 

“My birthday is March nineteenth,” Hyacinth says excitedly.

 

"You... seriously?" Violet asks, as if she doesn't already know that.

 

"Yes!" Hyacinth exclaimed, more excited. "Oh." She sighed, as if she'd just made a decision. "I'll bake a cake for us to sing happy birthday on Monday, what do you think, Lavender?"

 

   The cub, in her father's arms, widened her eyes. She smiled excitedly, the gap between her teeth showing. She couldn't believe she shared a birthday with Hyacinth.

 

"Oh, love. Don't worry about it, Caitlyn and I will buy you both a cake," Violet said, finishing up the stairs with Hyacinth.

 

"No, please, I insist," Hyacinth said, placing a hand on Violet's arm. "I just need to make sure Lavender doesn't have any allergies or dietary restrictions."

 

   Violet smiled at the omega's touch. For someone who asked for distance, she was getting awfully close. Especially before today, when she'd let her gently cup her face. Violet knew Hyacinth wouldn't keep up that strong, brave facade for long. Hyacinth was too sweet for that.

 

"Well, then let us pay for the ingredients," Violet said as they entered the art room. "Please."

 

"Mrs. Spisak, seriously, don't worry. Please," Hyacinth pleads, leaving Lavender's backpack tied to the chair the cub likes to use.

 

   As Violet sets Lavender down, she approaches Hyacinth and hugs her legs affectionately, pressing her face against the older omega's belly. Hyacinth smiles contentedly, gently placing a hand on the back of Lavender's neck.

 

"Do you want me to bake us a cake, Lavender?" Hyacinth asks, releasing Lavender's arms from around her and kneeling in front of her. The redheaded omega reaches out and tucks a strand of purple hair behind the cub's ear.

 

"Chocolate," Lavender signs.

 

"Sure, sweetie." Hyacinth smiled, standing up and taking Lavender's hand to lead her to her favorite chair.

 

   Violet watches silently; she enjoys seeing Hyacinth being so sweet to her cub. And best of all, Lavender seems to like it. Hyacinth sits in a chair and waits for Lavender to sit in the next one, but the little girl stops next to her prefect, as if waiting for something.

 

"She wants to be held," Violet says, moving closer.

 

   Hyacinth looks at the alpha, her brows slightly furrowed. But then her expression softens and she pulls Lavender onto her lap. The cub smiles contentedly, settling in as she sees fit. Violet pulls a chair closer to Hyacinth's and sits down, right next to the omegas.

 

"You're so sweet, Miss Andersen," the alpha complimented, reaching out to tuck a red curl behind the omega's delicate ear. "Lavender is lucky to have you as her prefect."

 

"Uh... well..." Hyacinth cleared her throat, her cheeks flushing beneath her makeup. "I'm lucky to have Lavender as... my child," she said, a little hesitantly.

 

   Hyacinth's choice of words makes Violet want to growl and jump at the omega's thin bones. The girl has no idea that by clinging to Lavender, she was digging a deep grave where she would be buried alive. Hyacinth had no idea that being so sweet and gentle would lead her to a place of unhealthy obsession and control.

 

"Oh, Love." Violet sighed, placing her hand on the back of Hyacinth's neck, holding it firmly but gently. But she feels the omega tense slightly.

 

   Lavender is engrossed in a drawing in her sketchbook, scribbling with a purple crayon. She's not the least bit interested in Hyacinth and her father's conversation. She wants to draw, wants to draw a pretty picture of hyacinths for Hyacinth, even though she doesn't quite remember what a hyacinth looks like.

 

"You have no idea how much Cait and I regret how we treated you when we first met." Violet lies. She doesn't regret it.

 

“Mrs. Spisak,” Hyacinth says, cringing a little. Trying to pull away from the alpha's touch. "Don't worry. I understand you were just apprehensive about someone new in Lavender's life."

 

"It's not an excuse." Violet continues to lie. She gives Hyacinth a small squeeze on the back of her neck before letting go. "We're sorry."

 

"No, please don't worry," Hyacinth says, frowning slightly. "I understand, really. I would be exactly like that with my cubs."

 

"Really, love?" Violet asks, arching an eyebrow.

 

   She doubts Hyacinth could be as mean and strict as she and Caitlyn. Hyacinth is too sweet, too submissive. She bows her head to anything, even when Caitlyn slaps her. Even when Violet pressures and mocks her. Hyacinth would never be mean.

   Violet watches as Hyacinth adjusts Lavender on her lap, her hands carefully gripping the little girl's hips before letting go. It's a fleeting, innocent touch, just to settle the cub. Lavender doesn't mind, just keeps drawing.

 

"Well, they'll be my children, won't they?" Hyacinth says, tilting her head slightly as her brows furrow. "A mother... a real mother... would do anything for her cubs."

 

   Violet nods. She understands Hyacinth's meaning, and she wants Hyacinth to be a real mother . She wants the girl to be a mother. The mother of her cubs and her wife's cubs. And she will achieve that, because Lavender had asked for siblings last night before going to sleep.

 

"You know... you have some pretty... respectable thinking," Violet said with a small smile. "I like how you think, Love."

 

"Really?" Hyacinth asked innocently, her head tilted.

 

"You're maternal in a sickeningly sweet way," Violet says, maintaining her smile. "But it's good for Lavender."

 

"Oh, you think so?"

 

"Of course, Hyacinth," the alpha says, giving the omega's shoulder a light squeeze. "I'm glad you two found each other."

 

   For the rest of the morning, Violet remained seated next to Hyacinth, their thighs lightly touching. Hyacinth didn't move away, but Violet could feel the slight tension in her small, freckled body. When Hyacinth's jacket sleeve rose slightly, the alpha could see the hint of a tattoo. Small sprigs of leaves above the top crease of her wrist.

   They chatted a bit more, but mostly just talked about activities to do with Lavender. More pipe cleaner flowers, more drawings, more paintings. Trying to introduce some history, geography, and other subjects. Lavender had a lot of trouble with math, so Violet asked to avoid that and let her learn at home with private tutors rather than risk stressing her out at school and making her not want to go to the Institute anymore. Violet doubted it, but she couldn't take the risk.

   Violet wouldn't take any more risks with Lavender and Hyacinth's relationship. She wanted them to be perfect for each other, mother and daughter. So she would do anything to keep their relationship as peaceful as possible.

   As Lavender's school day nears its end, Lavender seems to sense it. She turns in Hyacinth's arms and nestles against the prefect's chest. She wraps her arms around the redheaded omega's slender neck and nuzzles her face into the soft swell of her ample breasts. Violet enjoys watching.

 

"Lavender, princess, don't you need to deliver something to Hyacinth?" Violet asked, grabbing the cub's purple backpack.

 

   Lavender grumbled softly, but didn't move away from Hyacinth. She kept her face nestled against the prefect's chest. Hyacinth didn't mind; she simply wrapped her arms around the cub and held her gently. Hyacinth enjoyed having Lavender in her arms. She liked the cub's sweet scent. She was growing attached to the feel of the cub in her arms. She wanted her to stay in her arms for as long as possible.

   Violet opens Lavender's purple backpack by the zipper attached to a white teddy bear keychain. Carefully, knowing she can't risk damaging her little girl's keychain. Hyacinth doesn't turn her head to look at Violet as the alpha rummages through the backpack. The omega is too preoccupied with stroking the cub's purple hair.

 

"Hyacinth, Love, this is Lavender's birthday invitation," Violet said, handing her a purple envelope with white details depicting teddy bears in birthday hats.

 

"What?" Hyacinth asked, surprised. She accepted the invitation with her free hand, the one not holding Lavender's. "Her... birthday... invitation?" she asked, looking at the envelope.

 

"Hey, don't look so surprised, Love." Violet laughs lightly, twirling a strand of red hair around her index finger. "Lavender asked us to invite you."

 

   Lavender tightens her grip on Hyacinth's neck. She nuzzles her face tighter against the older omega's chest. She's embarrassed, Hyacinth and Violet can tell. Hyacinth smiles sweetly, wrapping her arms around the cub gently, nuzzling her face into her purple hair, breathing in the scent of blueberry shampoo.

 

"I'd love to come to your birthday, Lavender," Hyacinth says softly, against the little girl's sweet-smelling hair.

 

"Really?"

 

   Hyacinth lets out a surprised gasp at the whisper of Lavender's childish voice. Her eyes widen, then she looks at Violet. The alpha just smiles, but inside, inside, she's surprised too.

 

"Of course, sweetie," the older omega says sweetly. She pats the cub's back. "There's nothing I'd like more than to come to your birthday. Celebrate another year of your life. And give you a really cool gift."

 

"Your presence will be the best gift for Lavender," Violet says charmingly.

 

"But a gift is always welcome." Hyacinth smiles sweetly.

 

   Lavender, nestled against the prefect's chest, tightens her grip again. She lifts her face and looks at Hyacinth. Her blue eyes shine with hope as she gazes into Hyacinth's golden ones, which she finds so beautiful.

 

"I want you, Hyacinth."

Notes:

So, what did you guys think? Did I rush, or do you think it makes sense for Lavender to suddenly become attached to Hyacinth? Of course, Lavender has no idea how her actions affect others around her, nor that her parents will do anything to give Hyacinth to her. And, of course, Hyacinth has no idea she's getting herself into trouble by becoming attached to Lavender.

Chapter 13: Snapdragon

Summary:

Violet is very convincing, Hyacinth doesn't stand a chance

Notes:

Guys, I'm exhausted and sad. We didn't go on a trip because my dad has H1N1, but my step-sister went with her family without telling us, and now both families are at odds. I'm emotionally exhausted and worried about my dad, but he's already taking his medication and has had medical attention, so he should get better soon.

"I want you, Hyacinth."

 

   Hyacinth is surprised by these words, but deep down, she's delighted. She's always wanted Lavender to feel comfortable with her, to want her around. And it wouldn't be now, with that wish fulfilled, that she would question the cub's sudden attachment to her. Hyacinth will seize the opportunity, ask for full-time hours, hold the little girl in her arms, rock her to sleep, and teach her how to make all the pipe cleaner flowers she wants to learn. Hyacinth wants it all, as long as it's with the sweet little girl, heir to the Kiramman family.

   Violet, on the other hand, feels her breath catch briefly. The alpha struggles to remain calm, her fists clenched tightly in her lap. Hyacinth doesn't notice, kissing Lavender's cheeks, eliciting giggles from the little girl. The Spisak alpha knows now that Hyacinth will be theirs. She knows she needs to tell Caitlyn as soon as possible that Lavender had asked for Hyacinth. Her wife would quickly come up with something to sink her claws into the redheaded omega's slim body. Not that she would be any different. Violet was already imagining and wishing.

 

"Then you have me, sweetie," Hyacinth says sweetly, after filling Lavender's freckled cheeks with pecks. "I promise, we'll be best friends."

 

   Lavender laughs, throwing herself against Hyacinth and squeezing the redhead's neck with her short arms. Violet instinctively reaches out to steady the chair Hyacinth sits in. She couldn't let her girls fall and get hurt. She wouldn't forgive herself, no matter how small the injury.

 

"See, Princess?" Violet asked, placing her free hand on her daughter's back. "Now you and Hyacinth are best friends. Forever." She smiled, knowing she'd do everything possible, and even illegal, to ensure it.

 

"Forever?!" Lavender exasperated, looking at her father with wide eyes. "Forever and ever?"

 

   Hyacinth feels her nose burn with the urge to cry and knows her eyes are watering, but she can't help but feel that way, watching Lavender speak so openly. So calmly, with her sweet, childlike voice. She can't believe it. Yesterday, Lavender barely signed to her, but today, there she was, speaking loudly and clearly. It felt like a dream. A perfect dream that finally came true. 

 

“Forever, right, Love?” Violet asked, using the hand that had previously been supporting the chair to stroke the omega’s red hair.

 

   Violet is jubilant, beyond words. Of course, she and Caitlyn were already planning to win the omega before Lavender asked for her, but now that Lavender had asked for her, and now that Hyacinth was willingly giving herself to the cub without even realizing it, Violet knows she will get Hyacinth. She knows she will have her before the month is out. She will do everything she can to make it happen. Even if Hyacinth doesn't realize it. Even if she doesn't want it.

 

"Of course, Lavender." Hyacinth smiles, tucking a strand of purple hair behind the youngest omega's delicate ear. "Forever and ever."

 

"You promise, Hyacinth?" Lavender asks, looking hopefully into her prefect's golden eyes.

 

   Hyacinth is certain she now loves hearing Lavender call her name. The cub's sweet, childlike voice was like music to her ears. Better than any Alcione or Renato Russo singing. Lavender's voice was like a balm to Hyacinth's body and soul. And the redheaded omega was certain she was falling in love with the idea of Lavender talking to her. She was completely captivated. And she didn't even understand why. But she's not against it. She's willing to be tied to the bonds that Lavender's attention and affection would create. She wants to be Lavender's friend. She wants Lavender. And it doesn't matter what, but she will do everything for Lavender. Everything she wishes and everything that will make her happy. 

 

"I promise, Lavender," Hyacinth says, holding up her pinky finger to the little girl. "I promise to be your best friend forever and ever."

 

   Lavender intertwines her little pinky with Hyacinth's, then closes her eyes. She learned to make pinky promises like this from her cousin, Isha. Jinx and Ekko's adopted omega cub, a mute fourteen-year-old girl to whom Lavender is very attached. After all, Lavender had been raised with Isha's sweet and cheerful presence always by her side. And it was Isha who had taught her sign language.

 

"I promise to be your best friend forever," Lavender says, her eyes still closed.

 

   Hyacinth smiles, then closes her eyes and leans in, resting her forehead against Lavender's. The little girl releases the link of their pinkies to wrap her arms around the older omega's neck. She squeezes tightly, but Hyacinth doesn't complain. She would never complain. She lets Lavender hold her tight, because she needs that tight hug too.

 

"Princess…" Violet calls softly. "We need to leave now, babygirl," she says softly, not wanting to disturb her cub.

 

   But Lavender just tightens her grip around her neck. She doesn't want to leave. She doesn't want to leave Hyacinth. She had enjoyed sleeping in Hyacinth's arms, and now, she was sleepy and wanted to take a nap. She wanted to sleep in Hyacinth's arms again. She wanted the warmth and sweet scent that only Hyacinth seemed to possess. The softness of her embrace. The sweet humming that lulled her to a deep sleep.

 

"Sush, Lavender," Hyacinth murmured softly, rubbing her cub's back. "We'll see each other on Monday. On our anniversary, and we'll eat chocolate cake together. And sing happy birthday together."

 

"No!" Lavender whimpered, nuzzling her face against her prefect's neck. "You promised always and ever!"

 

"But sweetie..." Hyacinth spoke sweetly, trying to lift the little girl's face so she could look at her.

 

   Violet doesn't interfere. She wants to see how Hyacinth will handle Lavender's whimsical desires. The alpha knows her cub is used to getting everything she ever wanted, whenever she wanted it. So, she imagines Lavender might throw a tantrum if Hyacinth doesn't give her exactly what she wants. Although, deep down, she knows the redheaded omega can't give Lavender exactly what she wants, not right now. Not being in college, not working. Not living with her sister. So she also knows she needs to change that as soon as possible. She and Caitlyn would have to be quick to restrict Hyacinth's social life to just family. To the family they would create together.

 

"...I need to study. Papa needs to work. And you need to be a beautiful, brave little girl who goes home to play with Top Hat." Hyacinth continued, stroking Lavender's cheek affectionately when the cub raised her head. "It may not seem like it, but I'm sure Top Hat misses you terribly when you're not home."

 

"Really?" Lavender sniffed, her blue eyes shining with unshed tears. "Does he miss me?"

 

"Of course, my sweet princess." Hyacinth smiled, carefully wiping Lavender's freckled cheek. "He misses you because he loves you."

 

“But won't you miss me when I'm gone? Don't you love me?" Lavender asked, her voice tearful.

 

"Oh, Bê. I love you, you're my best friend." Hyacinth says, not realizing she's using such an affectionate nickname for Lavender. “I love you so much that I'm going to study really fast so we can see each other again as soon as possible.”

 

   Violet licks her lips, tense, anxious. She wants to reach out and say, no, force, that Hyacinth not go to college and come home with her and Lavender. She wants Hyacinth to give in. And she knows that if she asks nicely, she'll get it. So that's what she does. Violet stands and runs her hands through her messy pink hair. She sighs, then places her hand on her daughter's shoulder. Lavender looks at her, pressing herself closer to Hyacinth.

 

"Princess, can you let Papa talk to Hyacinth for two little minutes?" she asks, very gently, very sweetly.

 

"No!"

 

"Lav, my love, just two little minutes," Violet insists.

 

“Two little minutes? Just two little minutes?” Lavender asked, her brows furrowed.

 

“Just two little minutes.” Violet smiled, crossing her index finger over her chest like a Girl Scout.

 

   Lavender shrinks back a little, pressing herself against Hyacinth, then releases her grip and turns over in her prefect's lap, using her help to climb down from the chair. Hyacinth gently ruffles her hair, then tucks purple strands behind the cub's delicate ears. Lavender smiles at her, sitting in the chair next to her. Hyacinth smiles back before standing up.

   The omega runs her hands down her skirt, smoothing the blue wool as if it had a wrinkle she didn't like. Then she adjusts the sleeves of her jacket, effectively covering the exposed patch of her tattoo. She tucks her hair behind her ears, then turns to Violet, who nods toward the art room door.

   The alpha leads the way out of the art room, and the omega follows blindly. Once they're outside, Hyacinth pulls the door shut gently with a soft click . Hyacinth clasps her hands in front of her, stopping beside the door. Violet steps slightly closer, but maintains a respectable distance.

 

"How much do you want to spend the day and the weekend with Lavender?"

 

   Hyacinth looks at the alpha in astonishment. Violet, however, smiles. She knows she's teasing the omega, she knows she's being a mean bitch right now. But she likes pushing the redhead's buttons. She likes seeing her flustered and stuttering. Also, Violet knows Hyacinth doesn't want money. If she offers Hyacinth the chance to spend time with Lavender, she'll accept. But Violet wants to hear the omega say it. She wants to hear Hyacinth voluntarily skip college and spend the weekend at her house. With Lavender. With her. With Caitlyn.

 

"You deeply offend me, Mrs. Spisak."

 

   When Hyacinth speaks, in that sweet, broken voice, Violet is certain she's offended her. She knows she would, but she still finds pleasure in it. Violet then begins to play, as well as she knows she can. Because this is a twisted, sick game that Hyacinth doesn't know she's playing, but that Violet and Caitlyn enjoy playing. And they play very well.

   Violet sighs, tired. She doesn't need to fake it, though. She really is tired. From work, from missing Caitlyn, even though she's only been away from her for a day. Violet's soul is tired, as well as sick and obsessed. She doesn't need to pretend to be tired; it comes naturally to her. The alpha rubs her face, then leans against the wall next to Hyacinth. Very close. Her chest presses against the side of the omega's arm. When she speaks, her breath blows against Hyacinth's face.

 

"Sorry, it's just... everyone wants money and glory when they come near us." She refers to her family.

 

"You still offend me," Hyacinth says, without turning to look at Violet. She swallows nervously, keeping her head down, looking at her shoes. "I... forgive my boldness... but I think I love Lavender... like a tutor can love a child, of course..."

 

"But tutors don't love their wards," Violet says, interrupting her. "Do you love her like a mother loves her cub?" She leans in to whisper in Hyacinth's ear.

 

"What?"

 

   Hyacinth gasps, her heart suddenly racing and out of rhythm. Her breath catches, her chest sinking with a long exhale. She licks her lips nervously, then lifts her head and looks at Violet. When she turns her face, the Spisak alpha is so close, leaning so close, that their noses touch. Hyacinth stumbles, trying to pull away, but Violet quickly wraps an arm around the omega's narrow waist and pulls her against her. She uses her free hand to cup Hyacinth's chin. When she speaks, so close, so frighteningly close, her warm breath blows against the omega's lipglossed lips.

 

"It's natural, my love," Violet says, tilting her head slightly, her gaze lowering to the redheaded omega's lips. "Omegas who go through many heats without getting pregnant easily attach themselves to a motherless cub."

 

"But Lavender has a mother," Hyacinth stammers, feeling her hands begin to shake.

 

   Hyacinth knew Lavender's mother had died. And Hyacinth knows Violet isn't lying. She grew up with her mother telling her this, telling her she would understand when the time came, if it ever came. Catalina had been very clear; she was an omega cursed with infertility, so when she met those cubs who were to be given up for adoption, she had to adopt Hyacinth and her sister, Dahlia.

   Some omegas cannot have biological children. They are cursed with infertility. Hyacinth remembers crying uncontrollably when she found out. She was terrified of never having cubs who were partly hers and partly her alpha. Hyacinth always wanted to be a mother. She loved playing with dolls and always cared for them with affection and attention. She grew up attentive and patient, caring for the younger children as if they were her own. She bandaged their knees and kissed away their tears when they were hurt. Catalina knew she would be a good mother, whether her children were biological or not.

   If Catalina knew more about Lavender, she wouldn't be surprised. She would find it adorable that Hyacinth had claimed a little girl so much like her childhood self. Plus, of course, Catalina wanted grandchildren, and soon, because she felt she was getting too old to play with them and hold them for long while they were babies.

 

“"That woman couldn't be called a mother," Violet growls, making Hyacinth flinch.

 

   She didn't want to scare Hyacinth, but any mention of Maddie and what she'd done to Lavender when she was just a little girl, even smaller and more defenseless than she is now, made her want to break something. It made her want to kill someone. Violet loosens her grip on Hyacinth's chin, not realizing she was squeezing. She rubs her calloused thumb over the omega’s plump lower lip.

 

“I'm sorry, I..." Violet sighs, then leans in, dropping her head against Hyacinth's shoulder. She presses her forehead against the thin shoulder. "Lavender never had a mother. She only had one woman who bore her."

 

   Hyacinth tenses at the close proximity, but sensing the hurt in Violet's suddenly shaky voice, she lifts her hands and rubs the alpha's broad back. From a distance, anyone might have guessed the two were embracing. It might have looked tender, but Hyacinth felt nervous. She had never been so close to an alpha other than her father. Never had she been touched so intimately by unfamiliar hands.

 

"Lavender needs someone like you, and... I worry you only want her because of the status she'll bring you," Violet said, forcing her voice to tremble.

 

"Oh, no, no..." Hyacinth sighed, reaching out to cup the back of Violet's neck. "I genuinely care about her. I appreciate her, I cherish her. She's sweet, and she's my..." Hyacinth hesitated. "student."

 

   With a shaky sigh, Violet lifts her head, letting Hyacinth see her teary eyes. Hyacinth widens her golden eyes in astonishment. She never, ever in her life, thought she'd see an alpha as robust as Violet crying. If only she knew they were forced, fake tears.

   Hyacinth instinctively lifts her hands and cups Violet's freckled face between her small, soft hands. Violet can feel a cut on her left palm, but doesn't comment. She simply closes her eyes and stops herself from smiling. She did it. She broke Hyacinth. A little, so be it. But she broke her.

 

"Oh, no, no..." Hyacinth says, her own eyes filling with tears. "Mrs. Spisak, please don't cry. I can't watch people cry because I cry too," she says, her voice breaking.

 

   Violet has to stop herself from rolling her eyes. How pathetically sweet and naive this girl was. But she liked it that way; it made everything so much easier. Hyacinth was easy prey. Easily manipulated, blind to the alpha's pretenses. Violet decided then and there that Hyacinth would be a good wife and mother to her future cubs. Docile, submissive, naive. Stupid, even.

 

"Sorry, I just... I'm so tired of seeing Lavender longing for a mother's love," Violet says sadly, pulling away to wipe her eyes with a clenched fist. "Caitlyn and I give her the world, but a mother's love... we can't give her that."

 

"Tell me how I can help, Mrs. Spisak," Hyacinth asks, instinctively linking her hand with Violet's. "Tell me how to show you that I genuinely care about Lavender."

 

   So, with fake tears and sad words, Violet had won the first part of the game. She had Hyacinth exactly where she wanted her: in the palm of her hand. Docile, submissive, naive. Stupid, even. And Violet liked her that way: docile, submissive, naive. Stupid, even. Now, there was no turning back for Hyacinth. She was trapped with the Kiramman family, whether she wanted it or not.

 

“Please, my love,” Violet begs, squeezing Hyacinth’s hand lightly with her own much larger one. “Please come home with us. Have lunch with us, play with Lavender. Just today. Just until she falls asleep.”

 

   Hyacinth frowns. She knows she has to go to college, she knows it deep down. But seeing the anguish in Violet's blue eyes, seeing her ask so kindly, so politely, melts something inside her. Hyacinth smiles slightly, nodding. She couldn't say no to anything related to Lavender. She couldn't. She didn't want to.

 

"Of course, Mrs. Spisak," Hyacinth says sweetly.

 

"Call me Violet, my love," Violet asks with a small smile. "We'll be good friends from today on."

 

   Friends . Violet almost wants to laugh at the word. Of course, she'd be friends with Hyacinth, because the omega would be the mother of her future cubs. She'd be friends with Hyacinth because she's Lavender's mother now, even if she doesn't know it. But Violet doesn't just want Hyacinth's friendship. She wants her. All of her. In a sick, dangerous way.

Notes:

Guys, I did some things over the weekend since I wasn't traveling. I created a private Instagram to post about the fanfic, so if you want to follow me to talk about it, here's the profile:
https://www.instagram.com/mooniebatsy/?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet

I also created Spotify playlists for Hyacinth and Dahlia:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5HSnbUWzYfNuvVsNSZFukV?si=64e5cbf0e6314e18
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6rFZWLEGravsJpdU82DdQh?si=a2981fe9eea14ac9

Chapter 14: Daffodil

Summary:

Cassandra has a pleasant conversation with Hyacinth and Violet promises something to Lavender.

Notes:

Okay, I loved writing this chapter. Writing Cassandra and Hyacinth is so easy. Hyacinth charmed even the imposing head of House Kiramman.
I'm posting at 00:11 am and I'm going to sleep, I love ya

   Hyacinth knows why she agreed to skip the Academy and go to the Kirammans' house for lunch and to spend the afternoon with Lavender; it was for the cub, of course. But she doesn't know why she agreed to ride in the same car as Violet and Lavender. She drove to work. Even though she didn't know the address, she could have followed Violet's car, but for some reason, there she was, sitting in the backseat, next to Lavender's booster seat.

   Lavender was chattering nonstop. Talking about her favorite Disney movies; her favorite princesses, and her least favorite; and of course, she talked about Top Hat—the black and white cat. Lavender didn't stop talking for a minute during the nearly hour-long drive to the Kiramman Estate. Of course, neither Hyacinth nor Violet were complaining. Hyacinth, on the contrary, was encouraging the cub to talk more and more, enchanted by her sweet, childlike voice.

   Violet, in the driver's seat, alternating between looking at the road ahead and Hyacinth's reflection in the rearview mirror, engaged in conversation, telling Hyacinth about her favorite Disney movies; her favorite princesses, and her least favorite; she talked about Hades and Hestia—her Dobermans. Violet wanted the redheaded omega to get to know her, to feel close to her. She wanted Hyacinth to feel safe, innocent to her game.

   As the black SUV drove through the imposing twisted-iron gates bearing the imposing Kiramman family crest, Violet continued driving for several miles along a road lined with tall, dense pine trees. But when the view of the grand, opulent stone mansion appeared through the pines, she heard Hyacinth sigh. Surprised. Amazed. Anxious.

   Violet parks the car after making the turn around the grand fountain. She turns off the engine and gets out of the SUV, opening the back door to get Lavender, but she watches silently as Hyacinth helps Lavender out the other side door. She smiles, shaking her head slightly as she closes the car door. As she rounds the back of the large black car, she sees Hyacinth picking Lavender up, cradling the cub on her hip for support.

 

"Let me get her," Violet suggests, holding out her hands.

 

"It's okay, Mrs. Spisak." Hyacinth smiles, adjusting Lavender's purple backpack on her shoulder with her free hand. "I can do it."

 

"I see," Violet says, arching an eyebrow.

 

   Of course, she knows Hyacinth can carry Lavender. Cassandra had told her. The older Kiramman alpha had recounted every detail of that day she took Lavender to school. Violet and Caitlyn were surprised by how enchanted Cassandra seemed with young Hyacinth. But they understood. Despite their initial annoyance, they found her beautiful in a delicate, angelic way. And her sweet, polite manner—most of the time—was quite a draw. Violet knew Hyacinth would make a submissive little wife the moment she saw her; she just didn't imagine she would be her submissive little wife. She and Caitlyn would have a lot of fun with Hyacinth.

   Violet hurries to open the white double doors with gold handles. She opens one of the doors and lets Hyacinth in. The entrance hall of the Kiramman mansion has a high ceiling with gold scrollwork and a Rococo-style crystal chandelier with scrollwork and—Hyacinth was startled when she lifted her head to look—six small deer heads with large antlers. But looking at the portraits on the walls, all women, rifles resting at their sides, Hyacinth figured it made sense. Especially after hearing from Elizabeth, her friend, also a prefect, that the Kiramman family had several prizes for sport hunting.

   Hyacinth looks at the portraits, all framed in elaborate gold—she imagines they're actually gold—frames, and finds Caitlyn's. The Kiramman alpha is dressed in her blue and gold Enforcer uniform, and over the elaborate but practical outfit is a navy blue, high-collared cape with gold accents. Hyacinth wouldn't be surprised if those gold accents are actually gold. Caitlyn carries a rifle, which looks far more elaborate than any the red-haired omega has ever seen. She leans closer, realizing it's not a portrait, but a painting. She finds it magnificent. The painting. Caitlyn. Everything is magnificent.

 

"When I grow up, I'll have a portrait too," Lavender says, looking at her father's portrait.

 

"I bet it'll be magnificent," Hyacinth says, smiling at the little girl in her arms.

 

   Violet watches silently. She can see the wonder in Hyacinth's golden eyes as she looks around, anything but discreetly. Maybe Hyacinth just doesn't know how to be discreet. Violet is sure of it. The omega had the discretion of an elephant, apparently. She finds it amusing, even. She knows, at least, that Hyacinth will never be discreet when looking at her and Caitlyn. She knows, at least, that she'll always catch the omega trying to look at her with her lack of discretion.

   The Spisak alpha approaches Hyacinth from behind, placing a hand on the omega's waist over the Kiramman Institute's standard uniform jacket. She feels Hyacinth jump slightly and tense, moving away slightly as she shifts her weight to her right foot. But Violet follows her movement, keeping her hand on her waist.

 

"This painting was done when Caitlyn became commander of the Enforcers," Violet says, looking at her wife's portrait. "She was radiant, don't you think?"

 

"Yes, ma'am." Hyacinth nods slightly. "She looks... incredible."

 

   Violet smiles, because she knows she does, Caitlyn always looks incredible. But hearing it from Hyacinth is music to her ears. She can hear the honesty in the omega's voice. Hyacinth wasn't blind, after all. She knew how to appreciate the beauty in others. And ever since the day she met Caitlyn and Violet, in that tense meeting, she'd been frantic trying to stop herself from developing a crush on either of the alphas. Of course, she'd masturbated thinking about Violet, so she'd clearly failed in her goal.

 

"Let's take Lavender to her room," Violet suggests, giving Hyacinth's waist a small squeeze before letting go.

 

   The alpha leads the way to the second floor of the mansion, up the wide spiral staircase with its wooden banister and gold scrollwork. The dark blue carpet on each step keeps their footsteps silent as they ascend. Violet continues to lead the way to one of the rooms with double doors. When she opens the door, she lets Hyacinth enter first.

   Hyacinth bows slightly, dropping Lavender to the floor when the cub releases her. She watches Lavender walk over to her white-duvet bed and pet a black-and-white cat, Top Hat. Hyacinth smiles when Lavender calls her over to talk to the cat. Lavender sits on the bed and gently pulls Top Hat onto her lap. She strokes the cat's head, right above the spot that resembles a top hat.

 

"Hello, Top Hat," Hyacinth greets, kneeling near the foot of the canopy bed. "Lavender has told me so much about you."

 

   Hyacinth reaches out and pets the black and white cat, scratching behind its ears, earning a soft purr as it rubs against her hand. She smiles, extending her other hand to stroke the cat's back. Top Hat just purrs happily, lifting his butt for a scratch and wagging his black, white-tipped tail. Hyacinth laughs, scratching Top Hat's raised butt.

 

"Okay, ladies, Lavender needs to shower and change before lunch," Violet says, approaching the two omegas.

 

   Violet extends her large, calloused hand to help Hyacinth stand. The omega seems hesitant, but finally, she places her small, soft hand in Violet's. The alpha smiles, helping Hyacinth to her feet. Once Hyacinth is standing, Violet pulls her close, until their chests touch. The redheaded omega tries to pull away, but the Spisak alpha wraps her free arm around her waist, keeping her close. Violet watches as Hyacinth's pale cheeks flush beneath her makeup. It's a beautiful blush. Innocent, almost.

 

"You can wait downstairs, Love," Violet says, finally releasing Hyacinth. "The living room is to the right of the entrance hall."

   Hyacinth nods, and walks away after planting a kiss on Lavender's purple hair. She leaves the room, decorated in shades of purple and lavender wallpaper, and closes the door behind her. Curiously, she only now realizes that the door is painted white on the inside of the Cub's room, but outside, in the hallway, it is dark like the rest of the doors. Hyacinth rubs her hands on her uniform skirt and walks down the long hallway to the stairs, descending each step silently.

   Reaching the entrance hall, she looks around. The portraits are still there, obviously. They wouldn't suddenly disappear. Hyacinth laughs lightly at the thought. Each portrait is lit by vintage-looking gold sconces. She approaches Caitlyn's painting again, her golden eyes slowly scanning every detail. The painting is magnificent, reminiscent of the Rococo style. Magnificent. Expensive. But then again, what didn't look expensive in this house?

 

"Miss Andersen?"

 

   Hyacinth lets out a small, startled cry, jumping and clutching her chest. She turns to look at Cassandra with a stumble that nearly knocks her into Caitlyn's portrait. Cassandra raises an eyebrow, surprised by the redheaded omega's fright. She watches Hyacinth's face flush violently beneath her makeup as she coughs after choking on saliva.

 

"My goodness, Mrs. Kiramman," Hyacinth says, her voice high, unlike her usual sweet, soft voice.

 

"Forgive me, Miss Andersen. I didn't mean to scare you." Cassandra smiles, clasping her hands behind her back.

 

"I... I suppose not." Hyacinth sighs, looking away.

 

"I imagine Violet brought you here."

 

"Yes, ma'am." Hyacinth nods, keeping her eyes downcast. "I mean, I wouldn't know how to get here on my own."

 

"I suppose so," Cassandra says, arching an eyebrow.

 

   Obviously, Cassandra knew Violet was bringing Hyacinth to their home. Violet had warned her in a brief, unexplained message. But Cassandra clearly understood why. She knew and encouraged the game her daughter and daughter-in-law wanted to play with Hyacinth. She herself found Hyacinth to be a surprisingly sweet and, somehow, angelic creature. Of course, she would have the most beautiful cubs. Cassandra could see that.

 

"Don't worry, Miss Andersen, your presence is welcome." Cassandra smiles, almost sweetly.

 

"Thank you, ma'am." Hyacinth smiles, very slightly, still recovering from her shock. "I really appreciate your kindness."

 

"Aren't you sweet, Miss Andersen?" Cassandra almost scoffs, maintaining her smile. "Follow me to the living room, please. Let's wait for lunch to be ready."

 

   Still slightly tense, Hyacinth follows Cassandra through the double doors into the opulent living room. Hyacinth finds it strange that there's no television in the room. But of course, they should have a separate living room for television. Cassandra motions for Hyacinth to sit on the blue velvet sofa with gold trim. Hyacinth sits, keeping her hands in her lap and her eyes fixed on her doll shoes, keeping her head down.

 

"Would you like a drink with me?" Cassandra asked, pouring herself a chalice of liqueur.

 

"I'm not of legal drinking age, ma'am."

 

   Despite saying this, Hyacinth feels like she lied terribly. She'd been drinking since she was fifteen, a few beers here and there and wine. She'd tried to quit after a year of dealing with the constant cravings that led her to drink almost every day. Obviously, she'd failed to maintain sobriety. But she couldn't tell that to Cassandra, a Councilor, a woman of law.

 

“Oh, sweet child," Cassandra sighed, turning to the red-haired omega. "I hear the lie behind your words."

 

   Hyacinth sighed shakily, shrugging. She made herself small. Guilty. Ashamed. Why did she think she could fool a woman like Cassandra, who had lived forty years longer than she did? The redheaded omega keeps her head down until Cassandra holds out a small chalice to her. Hyacinth lifted her head, looking at her with furrowed brows. Cassandra noticed the way the roots of Hyacinth's hair were very light, unlike the vibrant red of the rest of her curly hair.

 

"It's Baijiu, imported from Ionia," Cassandra explained patiently. "My husband likes to maintain his roots, even far from his hometown."

 

"Caitlyn's mother?" Hyacinth asked, accepting the chalice.

 

"Yes. Caitlyn's mother." Cassandra smiled, an honest, gentle smile as she remembered her husband. "Tobias. My sweet omega.”

 

"Don't you have any other children?" Hyacinth asked curiously, tilting her head slightly.

 

   Cassandra finds the way Hyacinth tilts her head when asked a question is a bit funny. Curious. Eager for the answer. She looks like a puppy. Cassandra finds it amusing. Endearing, even. She becomes convinced that Caitlyn and Violet made the right choice with every conversation she has with the red-haired omega. Hyacinth was easy to talk to, a little scared and anxious, but sweet. Polite.

 

"Just Caitlyn," Cassandra says, sitting next to Hyacinth.

 

   Cassandra maintains a respectable distance between them, even sitting close. She, unlike Caitlyn and Violet, has no romantic interest or sexual desire for Hyacinth. She finds her beautiful, delicate as a flower, but that's all. She doesn't want any closeness with the omega beyond that expected between a mother-in-law and her daughter-in-law. Sure, she would be friends with Hyacinth, but that's it. Forever, that's all.

 

"I see," Hyacinth says softly.

 

   Silently, she wonders why. If she were as wealthy as the Kiramman family and married to an alpha like Cassandra, beautiful and educated, she would have had pups until she was forbidden from getting pregnant again. Perhaps it was because she grew up isolated from everyone, even her own sister, interacting only with her mother, but Hyacinth longed for enough children so that everyone would have a best friend. So that no one would feel alone without the close bond that siblings should have.

   Hyacinth lifts her hand, bringing her chalice to her lips. She sips, barely wetting her lips and tongue. The strong taste and high alcohol content catch her off guard, so she coughs slightly. To hide it, she takes a longer sip, feeling the liquor slide down her throat and into her stomach with a burning sensation that brings tears to her eyes. She clears her throat, then takes another sip, draining the small chalice. Cassandra laughs lightly, patting the red-haired omega's slender back.

 

"Forgive me, I forgot to tell you that Baijiu is strong." Says Cassandra, with a small laugh.

 

[...]

 

   On the second floor of the Kiramman mansion, in the bedroom decorated in shades of purple, with lavender wallpaper and white rococo ornaments, with a black-and-white cat lying on the bed with a white comforter, father and daughter are in the master bathroom. Violet is sitting on the toilet while Lavender takes a shower, her purple hair tied in a messy bun on top of her head to keep it dry.

   Lavender doesn't bathe alone. And she never, ever takes a bath in a bathtub, even though her bathroom used to have one, which was removed in a recent renovation. Lavender hums as she rinses her little body, singing So this is love . Violet knows the song because it's her cub's favorite, a song she and Caitlyn had to learn to sing to lull their little girl to sleep. She remembers all the nights she and Caitlyn had to sleep next to Lavender, rocking her to sleep. Lavender had been too traumatized to be left to sleep alone.

   When Lavender steps out of the glass shower, Violet quickly hands the little girl a fluffy purple towel. Lavender dries herself off, then wraps herself in her fluffy purple robe. Violet picks up the cub and leaves the bathroom. In the bedroom, spread out next to where Top Hat sleeps, Lavender's clean change of clothes waits to be put on. When Violet goes to put her little girl down so she can get dressed, Lavender clings to her neck.

 

“Papa…” Lavender murmured hesitantly, laying her head on her father’s shoulder.

 

“What’s wrong, Princess?” Violet asked, slightly concerned. “Are you okay?”

 

“Can I… ask you a question?” Lavender asked hesitantly.

 

“Oh, my sweet little girl.” Violet sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

 

   Violet adjusts Lavender's small body on her lap, adjusting the hem of her fluffy purple robe to better cover her. Lavender is silent for a few moments. Hesitant. Anxious. Distressed. Violet can sense her little girl's discomfort. And it makes her nervous. She wants to be able to solve whatever problem is plaguing her cub. She wants to be able to shield Lavender from any negative feelings.

 

"Lavender, Princess... You can tell Papa anything," Violet says softly, rubbing her daughter's back. "Papa will solve any problem you have."

 

   But Lavender remains silent. She tightens her grip around Violet's neck, burying her freckled face in her father's tattooed neck. Violet sighs softly, still rubbing her daughter's back. She's starting to get nervous. Anxious. Angry. She wants to know how to ease her daughter's distress and is irritated that she can't. She's not angry at Lavender, but at the situation. She would never be angry at Lavender. Never. Ever. It was unthinkable to even consider it.

   When they've been silent for nearly fifteen minutes, Violet feels her hands trembling slightly as she strokes her cub's back. She's nervous. Anxious. Angry. She wants to figure out how to ease Lavender's distress, to calm her, to soothe her. To kiss away her pain. To pepper innocent kisses on her freckled face and hold her more tightly in her arms. Violet is a lost cause when it comes to Lavender. But she doesn't complain. Never. Ever. It was unthinkable to even consider it.

 

"Is Hyacinth going to stay with us?"

 

   Lavender's question leaves Violet feeling a bit lost. So, was that why her cub was so upset? Because of Hyacinth, of all things? But the innocent question only makes her hungrier for the redheaded omega. It only makes her want more and more of Hyacinth. More touching, more talking. More often. More in advance. She wants to convince Hyacinth to stay with them until the end of the month, but she might have to hurry, to assure her little girl that she'll have everything she wants.

 

“Do you want her to stay, Princess?” Violet asked gently, against her daughter’s purple hair. “Do you want her with us? In our home? In our family?”

 

“If she stays, will you promise she won't hurt me?"

 

   Violet feels her heart shatter into a thousand pieces. And it feels as if those thousand pieces are being crushed under the heavy boots of a battalion of Enforcers. She gasps suddenly, struggling to breathe. Violet tightens her grip around Lavender, pulling her closer, as if it were possible. As if she wants to melt Lavender into her chest so she can protect her from all the evil in the world. But she can't. She can't now. She couldn't then. But she will try. She will do her best to keep Lavender safe from all the evil in the world. She will die for it, if necessary.

 

"No one… no one in this world will ever hurt you again, Lavender," Violet says, her voice a choked growl, struggling to breathe properly. "Daddy and I will never let anyone hurt you, Lavender. Not Hyacinth, not anyone."

 

"So she's staying?" Lavender asks innocently.

 

"Do you want her?" Violet presses the question.

 

   Lavender hesitates. For a long moment. And just when Violet thinks the little girl won't speak for another fifteen minutes, she shifts in her lap. Lavender kneels on her father's thick thighs, her small hands gripping her strong shoulders for support. She looks into Violet's eyes. Dark blue on powder blue. Violet's eyes are darker, her pupils dilated.

 

"I want her to be my mommy," Lavender says, her brows furrowed. "Forever and ever."

 

"If that's what you want, Princess," Violet begins, tucking a strand of purple hair behind her daughter's delicate ear. "You'll have it. I promise."

Notes:

Final thoughts... I think I've changed my writing a bit... I feel a significant improvement in the characters' relationships and the writing in general, but I don't know why?? What do you think?

Chapter 15: Rose

Summary:

Tobias takes pity on Hyacinth, Cassandra is jubilant, and Violet and Caitlyn discover something about Hyacinth.

Notes:

Guys, this chapter was so cool to write, I want to bring Hya drunk more often...

   Tobias is surprised to hear laughter coming from the living room on the first floor. He opens the door and finds his wife, Cassandra, talking to a red-haired girl. Remembering his granddaughter talking about her prefect and seeing the red-haired girl in the Kiramman Institute uniform, he concludes that this girl is Hyacinth Andersen. Of course, it's still surprising to him that the omega girl is in his house. He didn't imagine she was so close to the family, but then again, he never knew much about what was going on with his daughter and daughter-in-law.

   The Kiramman omega approaches. Cassandra notices him almost immediately, giving him a warm smile. Passionate. Tobias smiles back, more warm. More passionate. Hyacinth lowers her liquor chalice and looks at Tobias. He can see her flushed cheeks and bleary golden eyes. Glancing at the coffee table, he spots a half-empty bottle of Baijiu. But he knows it was sealed until recently.

 

"Tobias, dear. This is Hyacinth Andersen," Cassandra says, standing up and walking over to her husband.

 

"I see," Tobias says, his blue eyebrows slightly furrowed. "It's a pleasure, Miss Andersen." He softens his expression, extending a hand to the other omega.

 

   Hyacinth stumbles to her feet, apparently a little—perhaps a little too much—drunk. Cassandra looks in perfect condition, as always. The head of House Kiramman had always been a strong drinker, no matter how much she drank. And apparently, she had drunk a lot. With this young woman Tobias couldn't understand what he felt for.

 

"Mr. Kiramman, the pleasure is all mine," Hyacinth says, a little flustered, her tone cheerful. She gently squeezes Tobias's outstretched hand. "Mrs. Kiramman has told me so much about you."

 

"Really?" Tobias asked, a little embarrassed, wondering what his wife could have told the young redhead. "Good things, I hope."

 

"Oh, sure. Absolutely." Hyacinth nods, with a small, sympathetic smile. She lets go of Tobias's hand, clasping her hands behind her back. "She was telling me about your work as a doctor. I was captivated by your work as a pediatrician."

 

"Oh." Tobias sighed, feeling his cheeks flush. "She's just being nice, believe me."

 

"No, please, an omega who's a doctor? A ward chief? That's amazing!" Hyacinth says, her bleary eyes shining with excitement. "Most omegas only make it as nurses. You're the first omega doctor I've ever met."

 

"Oh, well..." Tobias says, embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. "If you stick around long enough, you'll meet Viktor. He's the director of Kiramman Memorial Hospital."

 

"He's an omega?" Hyacinth gasps. "And he's the hospital director? Wow, that's incredible. I've never heard of anything like that."

 

   Cassandra sits back down, after pouring herself another shot of Baijiu. She lets the two omegas chat, amused by how excited Hyacinth seems. She marvels at the embarrassed yet proud expression on Tobias's face. She was very proud of her omega husband, and although she had tried to forbid Tobias from working early in their relationship, she realized she had only made him sad. Tobias was born to be a doctor. To be a pediatrician. To care for cubs.

 

"You seem really excited about it," Tobias says, settling into the armchair next to the sofa. "Have you ever thought about going to medical school?"

 

"Oh, I..." Hyacinth sighs, dropping onto the sofa next to Cassandra, not very gracefully. "No... No... I actually didn't want to go to college, but my mom insisted."

 

"Really?" Cassandra chimes in, curious.

 

"I guess I've always been... housewife material, you know?" Hyacinth says, letting her head fall back against the back of the sofa. "I want to get married and stay at home. I don't like working."

 

   Hyacinth doesn't even realize how this might sound to the Kirammans. She sounded a bit lazy, talking about not liking work. Tobias sighs, because this isn't the first time he's met an omega who wants to be the one to stay home and take care of the cubs instead of working. Cassandra, however, is delighted. She knows she has to tell Violet and Caitlyn as soon as possible. Let them know they've made the right choice. Hyacinth would be easy to manipulate into dropping out of college and work and staying home because, first and foremost, she didn't want to study or work; she wanted to stay home, to be a mother and a wife. She was perfect for her daughter and daughter-in-law.

 

"But do you like working with Lavender?" Cassandra asked, handing Hyacinth another chalice of liqueur.

 

"Oh, yes... yes... she's perfect." Hyacinth sighed, almost in love, accepting the chalice. "She's so sweet and polite. I love her. My sweet little girl," she said, after drinking all the liqueur from the chalice.

 

   Tobias looks at Cassandra, one blue eyebrow raised. Cassandra shrugs slightly, but inside, inside, she's jubilant. My sweet little girl . Cassandra repeats the words in her head. She has so much to tell Caitlyn and Violet. So much to tell them about how to treat this sweet, easily intoxicated creature that is Hyacinth. She decides, then, that she adores this girl. She's certain, then, that this girl is perfect for her daughter and daughter-in-law. Much better than their late wife was in life.

 

"You're very sweet to her, Miss Andersen. I hear," Tobias says, trying to encourage the young woman to talk more about her relationship with his granddaughter.

 

"Hm…" Hyacinth murmured softly. "Yes, yes… I suppose." She nodded, keeping her eyes closed. "It's impossible not to be sweet to her. Lavender is a special little girl who has completely melted my heart. I love her like…"

 

"A daughter?" Cassandra suggested, noticing Hyacinth's hesitation.

 

   Inside, Cassandra hopes Hyacinth will agree. Inside, Cassandra wants to hear Hyacinth say it. She wants Hyacinth to say she had grown so deeply attached to her granddaughter that she saw her as her own cub. Of course, she knew Hyacinth was a young omega who, given her history of initially rejecting Caitlyn and Violet's touch, should have spent all her heats alone. She was untouched. A virgin. The perfect gift for alphas like Violet and Caitlyn. And if Hyacinth had spent her heats alone, untouched, a virgin, it was natural that she would grow attached to Lavender. It was natural that she would embrace Lavender, a motherless cub, as her child. Omegas were like that. It was their nature. And it didn't surprise Cassandra.

 

“A daughter?” Hyacinth echoed, surprised. “I.. think.. yes..”

 

   Tobias lets out a long, weary sigh. He'd seen what Caitlyn and Violet did to their late wife. He knew that Hyacinth, younger, more innocent, would suffer much more. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to tell Hyacinth to take back her words and walk away from the Kiramman family once and for all. He couldn't find it in himself to save this young, innocent girl from the cruel clutches of his daughter and daughter-in-law. He could only watch. And he would. Slowly, he would watch this young, innocent girl be tainted. He would watch her be broken, changed, forced. And he would do nothing about it. Because he was a coward. Because he would never, under any circumstances, go against his daughter. His precious daughter, whom he had carried in his womb for eight months and raised with all the love and dedication he could muster.

 

"That's natural, Hyacinth," Cassandra says, placing a hand on the redheaded omega's shoulder. "And it's beautiful. It's magnificent."

 

"But don't tell Mrs. Kiramman and Mrs. Spisak," Hyacinth says, looking at Cassandra with bleary eyes. "They'll be angry."

 

   Cassandra lets out a small laugh, amused by Hyacinth's naiveté. With each passing minute, she found the young woman increasingly sweet and amusing. She will greatly enjoy Hyacinth's presence at the Kiramman Estate. Of that she is certain. Tobias shakes his head and stands. He gives Hyacinth one last saddened look and leaves the living room, leaving Cassandra and Hyacinth behind. The red-haired omega doesn't even notice his departure.

 

"They won't be angry, my sweet child," Cassandra says, lightly squeezing the omega's thin shoulder. "They will be amazed at your sweetness."

 

"You... think so?" Hyacinth looks at her with a slight tilt of her head, surprised.

 

"I know my daughter and daughter-in-law very well," Cassandra says. "And I'm sure, my sweet child. They'll love to know about this beautiful feeling you have for their cub."

 

"But... it's so sudden..." The omega sighed, bending over to hide her face in her freckled hands. "They'll..." A drunken sob interrupts Hyacinth's speech.

 

"They'll give you another cub to care for," Cassandra says, so quietly that Hyacinth can't hear, not in her drunken state. "They'll love it, Hyacinth. They'll be wary, of course. But they'll love it," she says, louder, rubbing the omega's back.

 

[...]

 

   On the second floor of the Kiramman mansion, in the bedroom decorated in shades of purple, with lavender wallpaper and white rococo ornaments, with a black and white cat lying on the bed with a white comforter, Lavender finishes getting dressed, wearing purple sweatpants and a white sleeved blouse. She puts on a pair of slippers with embroidered teddy bear faces and leaves the room with her father.

   To descend the stairs, Lavender holds the railing with one hand and descends each step carefully, as her parents had taught her. She's careful, and it takes her a while to reach the mansion's entrance hall. She looks around with curious little blue eyes, searching for Hyacinth. With furrowed brows, Lavender looks at her father.

 

"Where's Hyacinth?" she asks, placing her hands on her small waist.

 

"Hm..." Violet mirrors her daughter's position, pretending to think. "I told her to stay in the living room."

 

"Oh." Lavender nods, then walks to the closed living room doors.

 

   As expected, Hyacinth is there. But she's accompanied by Cassandra, the two sitting side by side on the spacious blue velvet sofa with gold ornaments. Violet quickly notices the nearly empty bottle of Baijiu on the coffee table. Two empty chalices sit beside it. She glances at Hyacinth, leaning against the arm of the sofa, her face flushed, apparently asleep. It's not a sight she dislikes, but it seems to displease Lavender.

 

"Oh, no, Mommy," Lavender whimpers, stomping her foot.

 

"Sush, Princess." Violet places a soothing hand on her daughter's purple hair, ruffling it a bit. "Let Mommy sleep."

 

"But we have to have lunch together," the little girl insists.

 

   Cassandra looks at Violet, who gives her a raised eyebrow, questioning. Cassandra shrugs slightly, relaxed. Of course, she hadn't planned to get the young omega so completely drunk, but she was a lightweight. And from the moment Cassandra realized Hyacinth was a talkative drunk, she had to let the girl drink more and more. Cassandra wanted to hear every drunken word Hyacinth uttered, wanted to know her most intimate and shameless side. She wanted to know everything, to tell her daughter and daughter-in-law later.

 

"Mommy's really tired right now, Lavender," Cassandra said. "Why don't we let her rest a bit and have dinner together, instead?"

 

"Dinner?" Lavender asked, tilting her head slightly.

 

"Yes, Princess," Violet said, stroking her daughter's purple hair. "Papa will take Mommy to the room and I'll meet you for lunch. Be a good princess and go with Grandpa to the kitchen."

 

   Lavender watches, pouting slightly, as Violet picks up her mommy as if she weighs nothing. Hyacinth grumbles softly, stirring slightly before settling down, her head resting on the Spisak alpha's shoulder. She doesn't wake up, though. She only lets out a long sigh before falling silent. Violet leaves the living room carrying the omega's sleeping body.

   Hyacinth seems weightless in her arms. Light as a feather. And she looks so comfortable in her arms, as if she were born to be there, safe in Violet's strong, muscular embrace. After climbing the stairs to the second floor, she enters her shared bedroom with Caitlyn. Of course, they hadn't yet talked about putting Hyacinth in their bed, where they'd never slept with anyone else, but it felt like the right thing to do for Hyacinth.

   Violet places Hyacinth on the bed, letting her feet dangle over the edge. She squats down and removes her pearl-strapped baby doll shoes and sets them beside the bed. The alpha then arranges the omega's body on the bed. She looks at Hyacinth's clothed body and finally reaches for her jacket. She lets it fall to the floor and plays with the collar of her white shirt. She unbuttons the first few buttons, hoping to see a glimpse of skin, but all she finds is a white blouse underneath, probably thermal underwear. Violet huffs, buttoning the buttons again. Hyacinth doesn't even flinch.

   The Spisak alpha pulls her phone from her back pocket, opens the camera app, and takes a selfie, showing Hyacinth in the background, fast asleep, her red curls spread out on the dark blue comforter. She looks at the photo for a moment, then sends it to Caitlyn. The response is almost instantaneous, as if Caitlyn had been waiting for her wife's message.

 

"Why is she sleeping in our bed?"

 

"Your dad got her drunk on Baijiu."

 

"Was she wearing her glasses?"

 

"No. Why?" Violet looks at Hyacinth after sending the message.

 

"So she's wearing contacts," Caitlyn responds. "She needs to take them out. It's bad to sleep with them in."

 

"She's so sleepy. She won't wake up to take them out."

 

"Then you take them out. She can't sleep with them in."

 

"Is she going to die from sleeping in her contacts?"

 

"Now, Violet."

 

   Violet stares at her wife's message for too long. She sighs, then puts her phone in her pocket and goes to the bathroom to wash her hands. She rubs her hands gently, but doesn't dry them, just shaking them off the excess water. When she returns to the bedroom, she climbs onto the bed and straddles Hyacinth's hips. She stays still for a few moments, then reaches out and pries open one of Hyacinth's eyelids.

   The omega doesn't even stir. She just sleeps, breathing softly. Violet stares into Hyacinth's golden eye, ever so familiar. Then she reaches out with her other hand. Carefully, she pries the contact lens from Hyacinth's eye and removes it. Then she steps away, waiting for the omega to wake up, but she doesn't. Violet then realizes she has nowhere to put the contact lens, so she simply places it on the nightstand, even though she knows it's wrong. She removes the other contact lens, leaving it on the nightstand.

   Hyacinth stirs only when Violet rolls off her, rolling over onto her stomach. She takes a deep breath before letting out a sigh that's almost a satisfied moan. Violet watches her for a few moments, then picks up her phone to reply to Caitlyn's message.

 

"Done."

 

[...]

 

   Lunch is quiet. Lavender, sitting on her father's lap, eats a plate of pancakes with fruit. That's all she eats: three pancakes and some blueberries and a banana. Violet eats her plate in almost complete silence. Tobias isn't even there. Cassandra chats with her granddaughter, planning what she'll do when Hyacinth wakes up.

   After lunch, Lavender goes upstairs to her parents' room and lies down to sleep with Hyacinth. As if sensing her cub's presence, Hyacinth settles so that Lavender can snuggle against her chest. The little girl lays her head on her mother's chest and smiles contentedly as her father covers them with a warm blanket. Violet kisses Lavender's forehead before taking a picture of the two of them lying down and sending it to Caitlyn. The alpha leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

 

[...]

 

   Violet is jubilant when she sees the SUV pull up in front of the Enforcer's headquarters. She watches Caitlyn get out of the car, and quickly reaches her wife, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close to her chest. When their lips touch, Violet almost moans. She'd missed her wife so much in a single day away.

 

"I missed you, Cupcake," she says against her wife's lips.

 

"I know, my love," Caitlyn says, convinced.

 

   The alpha Kiramman smiles, holding her wife's face between her gloved hands. She rests her forehead against Violet's, closing her eyes. The two stay like that for a few moments, until they separate after another brief kiss. Caitlyn keeps her hand intertwined with Violet's as they walk into the headquarters. Each step to their shared office is silent.

   When they enter, Caitlyn walks to the blue velvet sofa and sits down. She removes her eye patch and rubs her bruised eyelid. It hadn't hurt for a long time, but it was still a nuisance. A reminder of a profound betrayal. A memory of a night she would never forget.

 

"So... Hyacinth called Lavender her daughter?" she asks, still rubbing her eyelid.

 

"Something like that," Violet says, pouring her wife a shot of whiskey. "She said she loved Lavender like a daughter, but that we couldn't know because we'd be angry at her for being so... precocious."

 

"And she didn't want to go to college because she wants to be a stay-at-home wife?"

 

"Exactly," Violet says, handing her wife the crystal glass.

 

"Hm," Caitlyn murmurs, before taking a sip. "Looks like we won't have as much work as we thought."

 

   Violet sits next to Caitlyn, placing her large, calloused hand on the other alpha's muscular thigh. She squeezes lightly, affectionately, then pulls Caitlyn's leg over her thighs, making Caitlyn lean back more slouched on the couch. Violet begins massaging Caitlyn's calf, knowing how tired she was from the trip to Noxus. Traveling was always stressful for Caitlyn, but lately, especially since four years ago, it has been even more stressful. Even more so when it was a trip where she couldn't take Lavender.

 

"You shouldn't have let Lavender call her Mommy yet," Caitlyn says, resting her glass on her thigh. "It's too early, we can't risk scaring Hyacinth."

 

"Cait, please," Violet scoffs lightly. "The girl will melt and cry like a little girl when she hears Lavender call her Mommy for the first time."

 

"I still think it's too early."

 

"Yes, yes, okay, Miss Perfectionist."

 

[...]

 

   For the next two hours, they filled out paperwork and reviewed reports. A Vera Lynn vinyl record played on the record player. Caitlyn sat at her desk with a shot of whiskey next to the paperwork she was reading. Violet, half-reclining on the blue velvet sofa, smoked a cigarette after finishing her paperwork.She blew the smoke upward, forming a smoke ring that rose high before disappearing.

 

"Did you hear back from Syou?" Violet asked, mentioning one of her contacts in the Zaun underworld.

 

"About Hyacinth's social media?"

 

"What else did you ask her about?"

 

"Bank account, medical records. Things like that."

 

"So?"

 

"Yes, Violet. She got back to me," Caitlyn said, looking at her wife. “I was waiting for you to check Hyacinth’s social media.”

 

   In an instant, Violet was at her wife's side. She was curious and eager to learn more about Hyacinth's personal life. She wanted to know what kind of photos she posted. Who she followed, who her followers were. She wanted to know what kind of content Hyacinth consumed. She wanted to see what kind of content she created, if any.

   They spent three hours checking all of Hyacinth's social media accounts. From deactivated Facebook accounts that she seemed to have lost the password to, to her private Instagram profile that had only twenty-nine very recent photos and was followed by only sixty-two people. On her public account, Hyacinth had over three hundred posts and three hundred and twelve thousand followers. She posted about crafts, botany, and sign language.

   In total, she had five Facebook accounts, two Instagram accounts, and two TikTok profiles. On her public profile, she posted about crafts, botany, sign language, and books. She had over five hundred thousand followers. But it was her private account that disturbed Caitlyn and Violet's peace. Hyacinth had old videos showing her routine for the account, which had only thirteen followers. But it wasn't the simple routine of school and craft projects that made the alpha couple's blood run cold, but rather the appearance of a sixteen- to seventeen-year-old Hyacinth.

 

"I told you she looked familiar," Violet says, her voice a little hoarse.

 

"It doesn't make sense," Caitlyn says, looking at her wife with a pained look.

 

"Damn, I was joking that her mother ran away and abandoned her." Violet runs her hands through her hair. "This girl is clearly Magnolia's daughter."

 

"Vi..."

 

"No, fuck. Look at their names," Violet says, looking at her wife. "They're all fucking flowers. Magnolia is Hyacinth and Dahlia's mother."

 

"No one can know about this, Violet."

 

"No, no one can," Violet says resolutely. "Not until we have complete control over Hyacinth's life. Not until she's completely ours."

 

   There, in the vaulted-ceilinged office with its voile curtains, a tense silence lingers between Violet and Caitlyn. The alpha couple is worried, for the first time, that they won't be able to get their hands on Hyacinth. Because if anyone knew whose daughter she was, whose daughter she truly was, Hyacinth would be taken from them before they could give her completely to Lavender. And that was something they couldn't have. Hyacinth was theirs, and they would keep Hyacinth's lineage a secret to keep her on their side.

Notes:

So, Magnolia is the mother... but who's the father? *suspenseful music*

Chapter 16: Lycoris squamigera

Summary:

Caitlyn notices something about Hyacinth. Lavender surprises her... prefect

Notes:

Guys, I'm posting Monday's chapter today because it's been raining all week in my city, and I'm constantly without power because of it. And I also have to let you know that unfortunately we won't have chapters on Wednesday and Friday because of this and because I have a lot of things to take care of this week before my college session starts again.

   When Caitlyn and Violet arrive home, one of the maids tells them that Cassandra is waiting for them in her office, her eyes downcast and her hands behind her back. She tells them, after Caitlyn asks, that Lavender and Hyacinth are in the cub's room. Violet and Caitlyn decide to go first to find their daughter and their omega. But when they reach Lavender's room, they find the little girl and Hyacinth sleeping in each other's arms. There's a book lying on the floor: Sleeping Beauty. Caitlyn finds it ironic.

   Gently closing the bedroom door after taking a photo of the two of them sleeping in each other's arms, Caitlyn and Violet go upstairs to find Cassandra in her office. The older alpha sits with a stack of papers in front of her and a glass of whiskey beside her. She looks up at her daughter and daughter-in-law. Cassandra adjusts her glasses and leans back in her chair, clasping her hands over the stack of papers.

 

"So, what's the verdict?" Cassandra asked curiously.

 

"We're keeping her," Caitlyn said, sitting across from her mother.

 

"And how do you plan to do that?"

 

"We're going to fuck her after Lavender's birthday," Violet explained, pouring two shots of whiskey. "With luck, we'll get her pregnant."

 

"Oh, are you?" Cassandra raised an eyebrow, watching Violet sit at her desk.

 

"You proved to us today that Hyacinth is a lightweight when it comes to drinking," Caitlyn says, accepting the glass of whiskey from her wife. "We just need to get her a little drunk."

 

"Do you think she wouldn't give in sober?" Cassandra suggests.

 

"With how withdrawn she is? I highly doubt it." Caitlyn sighs lightly.

 

"I'd give the girl a vote of confidence," Cassandra says. "Maybe she'll surprise you."

 

"You think so, Father?" Caitlyn asks.

 

"I'm almost certain. Hyacinth is the kind of omega who hasn't given in yet because she hasn't found someone who sees her the right way," Cassandra explains thoughtfully. "She's a naive, infatuated little girl who believes in fairy tales. But you've already gone halfway to winning her over; you've given her access to Lavender."

 

"Is that enough to keep her?" Violet asked.

 

"For now, yes," Caitlyn says, understanding her father's point. "Hyacinth can't be forced so quickly. She'll only withdraw further. Let her think she's being welcomed into our family, and she'll willingly give in."

 

"How long will this take?" Violet groans, laying her head back against the back of the chair. "I don't have the patience to wait for her to decide she wants us."

 

"Well, that depends on how Caitlyn interacts with her," Cassandra says.

 

"What?" Caitlyn asks, almost offended.

 

“Let’s not forget that you hit her, Cupcake,” Violet says, placing a hand on her wife’s thigh.

 

"She's afraid of you two," Cassandra said thoughtfully. "I don't think she'll welcome Caitlyn so easily."

 

"She's afraid?" Violet scoffed. "We never gave her a reason to be afraid!"

 

"Besides beating her? Besides pressuring her and belittling her when you first met her?" Cassandra asked, arching an eyebrow. "Hyacinth told me she's never been close to any alphas; she clearly fears you two."

 

"But what about her father?" Caitlyn asked curiously.

 

"They don't have a good relationship. He's favored her older sister since childhood," Cassandra explains, remembering her conversation with Hyacinth. "Which is something you can use to your advantage. She probably fears alphas because she thinks they'll neglect her cubs. But you would never do that. Show her how present you are."

 

"More present than we already are?" Violet scoffed. "She has no idea how much we go out of our way to keep up with Lavender's routine."

 

"But she can learn," Caitlyn says, squeezing Violet's hand on her thigh. "We'll show her. Teach her not to fear us."

 

"Pft, speak for yourself. That girl is completely enchanted by me," Violet says, almost proudly.

 

"But she still fears you, Violet," Cassandra says more firmly. "She may be enchanted, but she won't act on her feelings because she fears you."

 

"We have to be patient with her, Vi," Caitlyn urges, very gently.

 

"I don't have the patience." Violet grunts, almost dramatically. "I want her pregnant as soon as possible."

 

"Do you happen to know if she's even fertile?" Cassandra asks.

 

"We'll find out," Caitlyn says confidently.

 

[...]

 

   Hyacinth has no idea what time it is when she wakes up, but it's dark outside Lavender's bedroom windows. She's sure it's past midnight, at least. Sniffling, Hyacinth reaches for the white nightstand and grabs her phone, unlocking the screen to check for any missed calls or messages from Dahlia, but her notification bar only shows notifications from the bank app and an online shopping app. It's two-thirty-four in the morning. But Dahlia doesn't seem to care that Hyacinth hasn't come home.

   The redheaded omega feels sad, then, after her eyes water and her nose burns with the urge to cry, she feels angry. Dahlia doesn't care about her. She never did, she imagines. So she decides she doesn't want to go home, that she doesn't want to know about her neglectful older sister. Hyacinth puts her phone back on the white nightstand and hugs the sleeping cub to her chest. She gently presses her nose against Lavender's purple hair, breathing in the scent of shampoo, sweet and floral. Lavender scent.

 

[...]

 

   Caitlyn and Violet's blue canopy bed creaks slightly with each movement of Violet's hips. The Spisak alpha rides her wife's cock as if her life depended on it. Each downward movement of her hips is matched by an upward movement of Caitlyn's.

   Caitlyn's hands grip Violet's broad hips, her blunt nails digging into her tanned skin. Sweat trickles down Violet's tattooed back. Sweat trickles down Caitlyn's temple. Their moans are loud, shameless. They don't need to hold back and hide in their home. Especially since every room in the Kiramman mansion is soundproofed.

 

"Are you going to come, Cait?" Violet asked breathlessly, reaching out to squeeze her wife's throat. "Are you going to fill me with your cum?"

 

   Caitlyn's eyes rolled back in her head as Violet tightened her grip on her throat. She moaned, a hoarse, shaky moan, breathless. Then she nodded, unable to verbalize that she was getting close. Unable to say that she was going to paint her wife's walls white with her cum.

 

[...]

 

"Love."

 

   Hyacinth mumbles softly, frowning. She tightens her grip around Lavender, nestling against her neck. As if sensing her mother's uneasiness, Lavender clings tighter to her with her tiny arms. When Hyacinth feels a hand touch her shoulder, she opens her golden eyes, bleary with sleep, to meet Violet's gaze.

 

"Did you sleep well, kitten?"

 

"Kitten?" Hyacinth echoed, her voice slightly hoarse with sleep.

 

   The omega cleared her throat, trying to clear her voice of the sleepy hoarseness. She removed a hand from Lavender's back and rubbed her bleary eyes. Of course, she realized she'd lost her contact lenses when she woke up in that room with the blue and gold canopy bed. She imagined she'd taken them out, even in her drunken state. When she woke up, Cassandra gave her aspirin and water to get rid of her headache and made her eat a decent meal. It didn't ease the anxiety of losing her contact lenses, knowing her glasses were broken. She'd have to ask her parents for extra money to fix the broken frames. And worse, she'd have to tell her parents that Dahlia had broken them with a punch.

 

"You sound like a kitten when you sleep. It's like you purr," Violet said, amused, keeping her voice soft so as not to disturb her daughter's sleep.

 

"Ah." Hyacinth sighed.

 

   She knew she mumbled in her sleep. They were the soft little whimpers Dahlia complained about some days when she was too anxious to sleep through the night. Hyacinth never noticed, but she knew she did it because all her cousins she'd slept with at sleepovers said the same thing. But no one had ever compared her to a cat. Violet was the first. She looked sweet, even. It made Hyacinth wonder if her cheeks were flushed, since they felt warm.

 

"I'm sorry I didn't take you home last night," Violet says, sitting on the edge of the double bed. She touches her daughter's purple hair with her large, calloused hand. "You looked very comfortable sleeping with Lavender. I didn't mean to disturb either of you."

 

"No, it's okay," Hyacinth whispers, loosening her grip around Lavender to get up, but hearing the little girl's groan, she pulls her back against her chest. "I'm sorry I slept with her. I just... I think I fell asleep while reading a story."

 

“Sleeping Beauty, isn’t it?” Violet asked with a wry smile. “I’d say it’s appropriate.”

 

“Yeah… I guess.”

 

“Don’t worry. Caitlyn and I think it’s… perfect.”

 

“Caitlyn?..” Hyacinth echoed almost inaudibly. “Is Mrs. Kiramman home? Did she see me?”

 

   Violet raises an eyebrow at the nervous concern in Hyacinth's sweet voice. The sleep that once seemed to cloud her golden eyes disappears as if by magic. The Spisak alpha simply moves her hand from her daughter's hair and extends it to the omega, brushing the red curls away from her pale face and tucking them behind her delicate ear.

 

"What's the matter, Kitten?" Violet asked. "Caitlyn knew you were coming to our house. She was the one who insisted I invite you, after all."

 

"What?" Hyacinth gasped, her eyes widening slightly.

 

"Caitlyn wanted you in our house, with our daughter," Violet said, very softly. Very sweetly. "Our daughter, Hyacinth..." She sighed, shaking her head slightly. "She needs you. Needs you to be there."

 

   Hyacinth is silent. Our daughter . Hyacinth doesn't realize what Violet's words mean. She doesn't realize that Violet is calling Lavender her daughter. She doesn't realize what Violet and Caitlyn want from her. Hyacinth looks at Violet with innocent eyes. Docile, submissive, naive. Stupid, even. She doesn't realize what her naiveté does to alphas like Caitlyn and Violet.

 

"Don't look at me like that, Kitten," Violet says, giving the omega a small smile.

 

"Like what?" The omega frowns.

 

"As if there wasn't a single intelligent thought behind those beautiful eyes," Violet joked, letting out a short laugh.

 

"Oh." Hyacinth sighed, feeling her face heat up even more. "Sorry. I guess I lost it a little."

 

   Violet felt like laughing even more openly at Hyacinth's words. The girl didn't even understand that she was calling her stupid. Although indirectly. Hyacinth simply apologized. As if she felt guilty for looking at Violet with those big, golden eyes, from which Violet now knew who she had inherited them.

 

"I'm kidding, Kitten," Violet said, more softly.

 

   Hyacinth instantly tenses when she hears the bedroom door open and sees Violet looking up, wearing a passionate smile. A smile the likes of which she's never seen before, not even among her parents. Even tense, she feels a little envious. An innocent, childlike envy, wishing she could be looked at with the adoration in Violet's blue eyes.

 

"Good morning, Hyacinth."

 

   The redheaded omega lets out a shaky breath as she feels the bed dip behind her. She feels the curve of Caitlyn's knee against her back. It's an unintentional touch, she thinks. An innocent touch, she thinks. It doesn't occur to her that Caitlyn planned how she would sit so she could touch her without it seeming intentional.

   Violet, who can see Hyacinth's face, can see how her eyes suddenly seem very bright. Her pupils slightly dilated, her jaw clenched. Violet looks up at her wife and shakes her head slightly, warning. Begging. Caitlyn then pulls away, furious inside.

 

"Did you sleep well?" Caitlyn asked, trying to keep her voice soft.

 

"Yes, Mrs. Kiramman," Hyacinth said, turning slightly.

 

   The alpha couple watched as Hyacinth untangled herself from the sleeping Lavender and sat on the double bed with its blankets rumpled. They watched silently as the omega rubbed her eyes with her palms before letting out a small, still sleepy sigh. The makeup she wore yesterday was completely gone today, as if she had washed her face last night before bed to get rid of any traces of makeup hiding her bruise.

 

"Would you mind following me to the kitchen while Violet gets Lavender ready for the day?"

 

   There's a moment of hesitation. Hyacinth swallows, then licks her lips. Then she pinches her full, bruised bottom lip between her teeth. She looks thoughtful. Considering. Fearful. Finally, she nods slightly. Docile, submissive, naive. Stupid, even.

 

"Yes, ma'am," she says softly.

 

   Caitlyn wants to jump on her and thrust herself between her legs. She wants to fuck her until her sweet voice is hoarse from screaming. But she won't. Not now, because of Lavender. Not today, because she needs to be patient with Hyacinth. And she knows she won't be tomorrow, either, because Hyacinth still won't give in. She has to be patient. As tedious as it is to be patient when she knows she's going to win the game in the end, one way or another. Whether Hyacinth wants it or not. But she has to be patient.

 

[...]

 

   As Hyacinth sits alone on the marble countertop stool, she keeps her head down. Her hands are clasped in her lap, her feet, clad in her doll shoes, swing gently. Her shoulders are hunched, silent. And Caitlyn thinks she's trying to make herself small. She thinks Hyacinth is trying to make herself nonexistent under her gaze.

 

"Here, drink,"

 

   The Kiramman alpha says as she places a porcelain cup of tea in front of Hyacinth. The omega glances up briefly, then blinks, trying to dispel the blurry vision from her missing contacts. She'd spent a lot of time yesterday without her contacts, and that, combined with the white kitchen lighting, made her vision blurry.

 

"Thank you, Mrs. Kiramman," Hyacinth said, carefully placing her hand on the cup.

 

"You slept at my place..." Caitlyn began, leaning against the counter next to where Hyacinth sat. "You don't think we're even remotely close?"

 

"I suppose," the omega said after a long moment of hesitation. She kept her head down, her eyes fixed on the dark tea.

 

"You suppose?" Caitlyn sighed, running a hand over her face.

 

   The alpha felt the edge of her eye patch with her fingertips as she ran her hand over her face, feeling strange wearing it at home when she'd never done it before. But Hyacinth was there now. And Hyacinth wasn't used to the visceral sight of her injured eye. Sometimes she wondered if she was even used to it. Sometimes Caitlyn wondered if she seemed less attractive to Violet. Less attractive than when they met. Less attractive than when they got married. Less attractive than before. Before she was betrayed and hurt.

 

"You can call me Caitlyn, you know?"

 

   Caitlyn watches as Hyacinth's shoulders tremble slightly with the omega's suddenly shaky breath. She seems tense. In a way that once satisfied Caitlyn, but now, now, only makes her think of how difficult she made things for herself when she hit Hyacinth. Of course, she didn't regret it. But she was disappointed. Violet was clearly making good progress with the young omega, but she was stuck at a point of respectable enmity.

 

"I prefer... I think..." Hyacinth stumbles over her words, then falls silent.

 

   To hide her shaky, hesitant voice, Hyacinth quickly raises the teacup to her lips. But with her trembling hand and anxious mannerisms, she ends up spilling the contents of the cup onto her chest before she can even take a sip. At least she didn't burn her already bruised lip. Yet there she was, her blouse soaked and her skin burning from the hot moisture of the tea.

   She jumps to her feet clumsily, carelessly knocking the cup onto the white marble countertop. Fortunately, the cup, which she doesn't know cost seven hundred pounds sterling, doesn't break, just spins around the counter until it comes to a stop near the saucer. Caitlyn quickly reaches out and grabs Hyacinth's waist to steady her as she stumbles in her clumsy nervousness.

   Hyacinth's breathing is rapid, her trembling hands clutching the soaked, stained fabric of the white thermal top she's wearing to pull it away from her sensitive, burned skin. Her freckled skin stings. And small tears stream down Hyacinth's pale cheeks without her even realizing it.

   Caitlyn knows she should act before thinking. She knows she shouldn't do what she's about to do, but she does it anyway. Because the anguish and desperation in Hyacinth's shaky breath makes her surprisingly nervous. Watching her injured omega's anguish and desperation makes her own hands tremble. And that's why she grabs the hem of Hyacinth's thermal top and pulls it off the omega's body. Without much thought. But really, she thought. She just acts as if this were a knee-jerk reaction.

   What surprises Caitlyn, however, when her single blue eye looks down, is the sight she sees. Hyacinth's skin is flushed, damp. But that's not what surprises her. She imagined the skin she knew to be so delicate would be flushed. What surprises her is the fact that Hyacinth isn't wearing a bra, but rather a beige binder that restrains her breasts.

 

"Caitlyn!"

 

   Hyacinth's scream wakes her from her daze. The omega crossed her arms against her chest and turned her back to the alpha. Hyacinth still feels her skin burning, still hurt, especially since her binder is soaked in hot tea. But she bends over, embarrassed, ignoring her bruise in favor of shielding herself from the Kiramman alpha's gaze. She has never, ever in her life, been half-naked in front of an alpha. For God's sake, she had even stopped wearing bikinis when she was thirteen.

 

"Forgive me... I just... I got desperate..." Caitlyn says, reaching out to touch Hyacinth's back.

 

   She can see the vertebrae of her spine against pale, freckled skin, beneath messy red curls. It's a small relief, one that might go unnoticed if weren't  Caitlyn watching her. If  weren't Caitlyn's gaze taking in every exposed detail of Hyacinth's hunched body. She notices, with furrowed brows, a healing bruise on the back of the omega's shoulder, spreading across her shoulder blade beneath the fabric of the binder. Hues of blue and yellow blending into a sickly green.

   Caitlyn has so many questions, but she knows the bruise can only have come from the same fight with her sister that caused the bruise on Hyacinth's face. She decides she wants to strangle her omega's sister. She wants to make her pay for hurting the pristine skin of her docile, submissive, naive omega. Stupid, even. She wants to make sure Hyacinth's sister never hurts her again.

 

"Forgive me, Hyacinth," Caitlyn says softly.

 

   The Kiramman alpha then pulls her hand away from Hyacinth's back. She reaches for the zipper on her own coat and pulls it off, draping it over the omega's shoulders to cover her freckled, pale skin. She watches as Hyacinth moves to slip her arms into the coat's sleeves and quickly pulls the bundle up, covering herself. The coat, though snug on Caitlyn, is a bit loose on Hyacinth, given their difference in musculature and size.

 

"Let me find my mom; he definitely keeps burn ointment," Caitlyn says, trying to regain control of the situation.

 

   Without waiting for Hyacinth's response, Caitlyn turns on her heel and leaves the kitchen, leaving the red-haired omega behind, alone. Hyacinth stands still for a long moment, her breathing slowly calming. She sniffs painfully, then is startled when she looks to the side and sees a young woman dressed in a maid's uniform. The young brunette keeps her eyes down, with her hands clasped behind her back.

 

"Excuse me, miss," the maid says. "May I clean up?"

 

"Oh." Hyacinth sighs, then rubs her eyes. "Of course. I'm sorry about the mess; I didn't mean to spill the tea."

 

   But the young brunette doesn't say anything else, nor does she look in Hyacinth's direction. Not once. Hyacinth thinks she must be very shy. So she steps aside and lets the maid work in silence. The young brunette keeps her head down as she exits the kitchen through a door Hyacinth hadn't noticed before, carrying her tea-stained blouse. The door probably leads to a servants' corridor or something, Hyacinth imagines.

   Hyacinth waits patiently for Caitlyn. She turns her head toward the kitchen door when she hears footsteps approaching, but it's Cassandra who enters, not Caitlyn. The eldest alpha, the head of House Kiramman, looks Hyacinth up and down, noticing how she was wearing Caitlyn's coat. She knew it was Caitlyn's coat because she had bought it herself. And she knew everything in her house, whether it was a simple coat or a piece of china worth nearly a thousand pounds.

 

"Good morning, Miss Andersen," Cassandra greeted.

 

"Good morning, Mrs. Kiramman," Hyacinth greeted back, shrugging slightly.

 

"Are you okay? You seem tense."

 

"I burned myself with hot tea," the omega explained sweetly. "Your daughter went to get me some ointment."

 

"And you're still wearing wet clothes? We can't have that happening."

 

   Of course, Cassandra could see that Hyacinth wasn't wet, but she wanted to play along. She wanted Hyacinth to confess that she was wearing Caitlyn's coat. She wanted the sweet young omega to tell her why she was wearing Caitlyn's coat. She wanted to know everything. About everything. Nothing happened at the Kiramman Estate without her knowing.

 

"I'm... not..." Hyacinth says, cringing even more. "I'm not wet..."

 

"No?"

 

"Mrs. Kiramman lent me her coat."

 

"Oh, really?" Cassandra knew she did. "You changed in my kitchen?"

 

   Cassandra watches with amusement as Hyacinth's cheeks flush violently. She watches the omega look away and sway on her feet, nervous. Anxious. Fearful. She knew Hyacinth was just a scared little girl, but she hadn't imagined it would be this much.

 

"Oh, my sweet child," Cassandra says, closing the distance between them and placing her hand on Hyacinth's shoulder. "Don't worry. But I think we should get you out of these clothes. You need to wash so we can apply the burn ointment."

 

"I don't..." Hyacinth looks at Cassandra. "I don't have any clothes here."

 

"Nonsense, my sweet child. Caitlyn will lend you something."

 

[...]

 

   Hyacinth isn't sure why she accepted Cassandra's offer. It seems she simply can't deny this family anything. But she can't deny it; this bath, prepared by a maid at the Kiramman mansion, is the best she's ever had. With foam and lavender essence. It feels like paradise.

   She didn't want to wash her hair, but she had to, because she hadn't washed it yesterday. So she undoes the messy little braids on top of her head and lets the strands fall with the other damp curls. She lets out a long sigh, cringing a little as she runs her hand over her breasts, feeling her skin sting.

 

[...]

 

"A binder?"

 

   Caitlyn's voice echoed in the walk-in closet. She was sitting on a divan, manspreading, as she waited for her wife to finish laying out a change of clothes for Hyacinth. She was searching for something that might fit Hyacinth's smaller, thinner, less muscular frame. But whatever pants she picked out, she knew they would be too long on the omega's short legs.

 

"Yes, Vi. A binder," Caitlyn agreed.

 

"Why would she wear a binder?" Violet asked, frowning.

 

"Why do you wear one?" Caitlyn glanced over her shoulder at her wife, ironic.

 

"Ha-ha. You're so funny." Violet rolled her eyes sarcastically. "That girl isn't a butch. She's a fucking airheaded femme."

 

"Hm," Caitlyn grumbled thoughtfully. "But she can still deal with body dysphoria."

 

"You think so?" Violet asked, more interested.

 

"I don't know. The only thing I'm sure of is that she's hiding."

 

   A brief silence thickens between the alpha couple. They both remember the hours they spent scrolling through Hyacinth's social media. In all the photos and videos from up to five years ago, even those posted by other people, she dressed very modestly. If she wore dresses or skirts, they were all long and loose. Even in the photos from what appeared to be a massive party celebrating Hyacinth and Dahlia's fifteenth birthday, the redheaded omega wore a long dress with long sleeves and a very discreet neckline. As if she wanted to hide from the gaze of others.

 

"Maybe she's just shy about her body," Caitlyn says.

 

"It's an understatement to call her shy, if she wears a binder to hide her breasts."

 

"I just... I don't know, Vi. For the first time in my life, I really don't know."

 

   Violet gets up from the cream-colored couch to hug her wife from behind. She presses herself against Caitlyn's back, resting her chin on the other alpha's shoulder. She holds Caitlyn as if she were something delicate. As if she were her goddess to be worshipped. Which she was.

 

"We'll find out, Cupcake."

 

[...]

 

   Hyacinth dresses in the change of clothes laid out on the bed in the room where she showered—a different one from the one she'd slept in yesterday afternoon, Friday—after applying burn ointment to her chest, smearing it on the red, sensitive skin. Her face flushes with embarrassment as she slips on borrowed Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Then she pulls on black sweatpants and a navy blue Henley shirt that had to be too tight on Caitlyn's body because it was slightly tight on Hyacinth. Over the Henley, Hyacinth puts on a loose sweatshirt and zips it up to her neck, completely covering herself.

 

   When she goes back down to the kitchen, she's careful about the oversized slippers on her feet—borrowed from Caitlyn, she imagines. Upon arriving in the kitchen, she finds the Kiramman family already seated at the small circular table that seats four but has five chairs, eating breakfast. Lavender, sitting on Violet's lap, lets out a little squeal as Hyacinth enters the kitchen and jumps off her father's lap.

 

"Mommy!"

 

   Hyacinth is completely taken by surprise when Lavender calls out to her. The cub seems oblivious, jumping on the older omega. Hyacinth stumbles slightly but manages to recover and pulls Lavender into her arms, holding her against her chest and supporting her weight on her hip. Lavender isn't that much smaller than Hyacinth, but the red-haired omega holds her firmly, not wanting to drop her. Tobias finds it impressive that someone so small and delicate-looking can hold her granddaughter in her arms with such apparent ease.

   Caitlyn rose from her chair, setting down her teacup, and approached the two omegas. She placed a gentle but firm hand on the small of Hyacinth's spine. She could see the astonishment in the redheaded omega's comically wide golden eyes. And from the way her cheeks were flushed, she was clearly embarrassed at being called Mommy so suddenly. But her dilated pupils made it clear to Caitlyn, and Violet, still seated, that Hyacinth was amazed at the way Lavender had called her.

 

"Sit down for breakfast, darling," Caitlyn says, her British accent thickest. "Violet made Lavender's favorite."

 

   But Hyacinth is completely stunned; she doesn't blink. Doesn't speak. Doesn't move. Caitlyn moves her hand from the base of Hyacinth's spine to her waist, giving it a light squeeze. Lavender nuzzles her mother's neck. Caitlyn, giving Hyacinth a firmer grip, forces her to walk toward the table.

   Caitlyn guides Hyacinth until she sits in one of the empty chairs, between Violet's and the one she was sitting in before. Lavender remains on her mother's lap, but has adjusted herself more comfortably for eating. Caitlyn leads the way firmly but gently. As she intended to guide Hyacinth for the rest of her life.

Notes:

For those curious, here's the height difference between them:
https://www.heightcomparison.com/?share=H5uTeMR7e4pl_0V-_sNVO

Also, I always forgot to ask, so I've kept these scenes out until now, but when Hya talks to her Brazilian family, how would you prefer me to write the dialogue? In bold or italics?

Also, Lav called Hyacinth mommy for the first time !!!!!

Chapter 17: Chinese Banyan

Summary:

Hyacinth has a little meltdown, Caitlyn and Violet talk about Maddie

Notes:

This chapter is a bit tense, in the future we will have more explanations about everything discussed and spoken by Caitvi

   When Hyacinth sits down at the breakfast table, a plate of honey pancakes and a cup of tea are already in front of her. Lavender sits on one of her mother's thighs, reaching out a small hand to grab the fork and cut a small portion of pancakes from the plate in front of her—Hyacinth's plate. Lavender begins to eat, unconcerned. Hyacinth still looks a bit stunned at being called Mommy , her eyes a bit lost and bright with unshed tears.

   Sitting to Hyacinth's left, Violet places a large hand on the omega's free thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze over the sweatpants the redhead had to fold a few times to avoid stepping on the overly long fabric. Hyacinth seems startled, as she jumps slightly and turns her head to look at Violet with wide eyes. Caitlyn, sitting to Hyacinth's right, can see the tension in the omega's thin shoulders.

 

"Eat, Darling," Caitlyn says, reaching out to cup the back of Hyacinth's neck. "Lavender was the one who helped Vi make the pancakes. She wanted to make her favorite dish for you."

 

   Hyacinth shrugs slightly, turning her face to look at Caitlyn. The redheaded omega's brows are slightly furrowed. Caitlyn quickly realizes she's overwhelmed. It's visible to everyone at the table, except Lavender. Hyacinth blinks a few times, as if trying to clear her vision—or her thoughts—and licks her lips nervously.

 

"I need to go to the bathroom," the girl finally says, her voice very low. Almost an inaudible whisper. But Caitlyn hears it. And so does Violet.

 

"I'll take you," Violet says, already rising from her chair.

 

"Sprout, let Mommy go to the bathroom," Caitlyn says, reaching out to pull their cub onto her lap. "Stay with Daddy."

 

   Lavender, though reluctant, moves onto Caitlyn's lap after a childish grumble. Hyacinth stands up, leaning on the table, so when Violet pushes her chair back, she takes two hesitant steps away from the breakfast table. Cassandra looks at her over her teacup, silent. Tobias hasn't looked up since the redheaded omega entered the kitchen. He doesn't want to catch more glimpses of how innocent this girl was before his daughter and daughter-in-law took her for themselves.

   Violet is silent as she guides Hyacinth to her bedroom on the second floor of the mansion, rather than the guest bathroom on the first floor. When Hyacinth enters the en-suite bathroom, Violet leans against one of the pillars of the bed's canopy. She waits, very patiently, for almost twenty minutes. She waits and waits. Each minute seems to pass more slowly than the last.

   The Spisak alpha tries to concentrate on the wait, listening for any sound coming from inside the bathroom, but she gets distracted by staring at the television, which had been left on, showing the news. When one of the reporters tells the time, Violet realizes that Hyacinth has been in the bathroom for almost forty minutes. She decides then that she needs to know what's going on in there. Even though she has an idea. Even though, deep down, she knows Hyacinth is crying like a little girl. Just like a little girl she is, deep down. 

 

"Kitten?" Violet calls, placing her hand on the doorknob.

 

   She waits. For a full minute. But the door doesn't open and she hears nothing but sniffles and soft, tearful whimpers. Violet then opens the bathroom door, the intricate, vintage doorknob feeling heavy in her palm. She knows, now, that this is the perfect moment to sink her claws deep into Hyacinth. She just needs to be sweet and gentle. She needs to work hard to satisfy Hyacinth's innocent heart, which is only seeking security and affection.

   When she opens the bathroom door, slowly pushing it open all the way, Violet finds Hyacinth huddled against the side of the tub. She sits with her back against the porcelain, knees drawn up to her chest, and her face nestled in her arms, which are resting on top of her knees. Her wavy hair falls down her side, completely covering her right side and pooling on the floor. Violet can see her shoulders shaking as the omega continues to cry pathetically.

   Violet sighs, trying to sound concerned. She steps closer, forcing a hesitation, then kneels before Hyacinth. Now, Violet had expected to see the girl crying at some point in their relationship, but not so soon. And definitely not a weeping cry like this. She's surprised by the intensity of the crying, but knows Hyacinth is crying because of Lavender. Or, more precisely, because she's been called Mommy .

   The Spisak alpha kneels in front of the omega, sitting back on her heels. She reaches out, cupping Hyacinth's head. She threads her thick, calloused fingers through the wavy red strands, tugging gently to force the omega to look at her. The girl's golden eyes are bloodshot, tear-stained, and slightly puffy. She looks pathetic, yet beautiful. Perfect in Violet's eyes.

 

"Kitten, what's wrong?" Violet asked, her voice full of gentleness. "Why are you crying, pretty girl?"

 

   Hyacinth lets out a small sob, her lower lip trembling. She blinks a few times before looking away. Hyacinth swallows hard, with some difficulty. But she doesn't pull away from Violet's touch. She just stands there, unable to look at the alpha with her slightly swollen eyes. Finally, Violet decides to be more persuasive.

   The alpha moves her hands from the omega's head to her shoulders and pulls Hyacinth to her chest, holding her close. She expects that now, being touched so intimately, the omega would pull away, but the girl surprises her. Violet feels the omega's slender arms slowly wrap around her waist, as if, even hesitantly, she needs this contact to steady herself and calm herself. Violet accepts the touch as if it were the most precious of gifts.

   Violet enjoys the way Hyacinth nestles against her. Slow, hesitant, soft. The girl's warm but shaky breath blows against her throat. The alpha feels Hyacinth's trembling shoulders and warm breath, she feels the girl's chest pressing against hers. And now she's certain, by the way Hyacinth presses against her, that the girl is perfect in her arms. So small and delicate. Almost fragile. 

 

"Sush, Kitten," Violet whispers softly. "Talk to me, my love…" She speaks so softly, as one would speak to an injured pet.

 

   But Hyacinth doesn't speak, she just nestles deeper into Violet's chest. And the older woman knows how to take advantage of this, so she runs one hand down the girl's side, her left hand coming to rest beside the curve of the omega's heavy breast. Her thumb brushes the soft flesh, carefully, almost as if by accident. Then she brings her other hand to cup the girl's narrow waist. Violet gives it a light, careful squeeze, as if simply to reassure Hyacinth that she is there. That she is there for her. 

 

"Come on, my love. Talk to me, Kitten," Violet says, full of pet names. "What made you cry like that, Mommy?"

 

   With an embarrassed, tearful grunt, Hyacinth tightens her grip on Violet's waist. She presses her freckled, tear-streaked face against the alpha's broad shoulder, her hot, shaky breath fanning against the skin of Violet's neck. The Spisak alpha is now certain that Hyacinth is crying over something as simple as being called Mommy by Lavender.

   Violet feels jubilant as this assumption is confirmed. She smiles, knowing Hyacinth can't see. She tightens her grip on the girl's narrow waist, pulling her closer, until the redhead's chest is pressed completely against hers. This is how she wants Hyacinth. Forever, in her arms.

 

"Hyacinth, do you want me to scold Lavender for calling you Mommy?" Violet asked softly, though she would never scold her cub.

 

"No!" Hyacinth finally spoke. She pulled back slightly, looking at Violet with slightly puffy eyes. "No, please... you don't... you don't have to... don't scold her for being... her."

 

   Violet smiled slightly, tilting her head as she looked at the girl. She couldn't see it, but her pupils were dilated. The black of her pupils darkened the powder blue of her eyes. Hyacinth tried to smile back, but it was more of a slight frown than a smile, as she was still tearful. It was almost pathetic, but Violet found it beautiful. Perfect, even.

 

"I'm sorry if she upset you..."

 

"No... no, please... she didn't..." Hyacinth blinks a few times, then shakes her head, pulling away further. Violet loosens her grip around the omega. "No... Lavender didn't upset me..."

 

"Kitten, you were in the bathroom crying for almost forty minutes," Violet says, placing a hand on Hyacinth's cheek.

 

"I just... I got emotional," Hyacinth says, very hesitantly, looking away.

 

"Emotional?" Violet asks, finally releasing Hyacinth and getting up from the floor.

 

"Just a little," Hyacinth says, standing with Violet's help when the alpha extends her hand.

 

“Did getting just a little emotional make you cry for almost forty minutes?” Violet arched an eyebrow playfully.

 

“Ah..” Hyacinth shrugged.

 

   The redheaded omega released Violet's hand to rub her face with both hands, wiping away any traces of tears from her freckled skin with the sleeves of Caitlyn's borrowed coat. While Hyacinth dried her eyes, Violet let her gaze wander over the girl's body, assessing how well she wore Caitlyn's clothes.

 

"Don't scold Lavender, I'm sure she didn't mean it," Hyacinth says, her voice firmer, less tearful. "She's a sweet, innocent child; she doesn't realize the weight of her words. But she needs to be taught that she can't call a stranger Mommy."

 

   Now, this is something that infuriates Violet. She wants to grab this girl by the shoulders and shake her, make her understand that she's not a complete stranger. She wants to tell her that she and Caitlyn know every penny in her bank account. She wants to tell her that she and Caitlyn have access to and know every piece of public information about her—and some private information, too. She and Caitlyn know who Hyacinth is. But Hyacinth can't know that. Hyacinth can never know that.

   So she doesn't grab Hyacinth by the shoulders and shake her into some sense. She doesn't tell Hyacinth everything she and her wife know. Violet just leans against the bathroom sink and crosses her arms over her chest. She keeps her head down, as if in thought, looking down at her feet. They remain silent for a few moments. Hyacinth remains in the same place, but clasps her hands behind her back.

 

"Is it so bad that she calls you that?" Violet asked, her tone low, as if hesitating.

 

"What?" Hyacinth asked, her voice still slightly hoarse from crying.

 

"Is it so bad that Lavender calls you Mommy?" the alpha asked, lifting her head to look at the girl.

 

"Uh... um... I don't..." Hyacinth stammered, growing nervous. "I don't know... you tell me..."

 

   Violet is silent for a few moments. Thinking. Choosing the right words in her tumultuous mind. She wants to sound almost pleading. The alpha wants Hyacinth to feel bad and saddened by thinking about the situation in general. So she knows what to do. She knows what to say.

 

"My... ex-wife..." She says with difficulty, because she really hates talking about Maddie. "She was... so mean to Lavender..."

 

"Oh my God." Hyacinth sighed, covering her mouth with a hand. Wondering. Considering what Lavender's biological mother might have done to the cub. “You got divorced then? I can’t imagine you and Mrs. Kiramman allowing something like that to happen to Lavender.”

 

   Hyacinth can see Violet tense. Her shoulders tense. Her jaw tightens. She knows this is a sensitive subject. All the signs are clear. Hyacinth thinks—knows deep down—that she knows nothing about this family. She has no idea what went on between the beautiful walls and arabesque ceilings. Sure, she knows Lavender's mother died. She knows Lavender is autistic and has dyscalculia, but that's all. She realizes she wants to know more about this family.

 

"Maddie killed herself before we could file for divorce."

 

   Caitlyn's voice breaks the tense silence between Violet and Hyacinth. The red-haired omega jumps slightly, startled and caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the Kiramman alpha. Hyacinth looks at Caitlyn with her golden eyes, reddened from crying and slightly swollen. Caitlyn isn't surprised by the sight.

 

"She..." Hyacinth stammered, swallowing hard.

 

"Hanged herself from the fig tree at the back of the property," Caitlyn says coldly.

 

"Oh, my God," Hyacinth says, trembling.

 

   Hyacinth closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, looking very pale, as if she were about to faint. While she kept a hand covering her eyes, Caitlyn and Violet exchanged a look, seemingly pleased with Hyacinth's discomfort at learning of Maddie's situation. When Hyacinth uncovered her eyes, Caitlyn had a firm, cold look in her eyes, and Violet didn't look at the omega. They played their roles, as they had already agreed to do.

 

"I'm so sorry," Hyacinth said softly. Almost a whisper. "It must... have been really hard. Even though..."

 

"We loved her, despite everything," Violet said, her head down.

 

"We waited a long time for her to be more careful and affectionate with Lavender, but..." Caitlyn sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “Some omegas just weren’t born to be mothers.”

 

"This is horrible. Lavender... you two... your whole family... this must have affected you so much," Hyacinth says, her voice cracking and trembling.

 

"It was worse for Lavender," Violet says, haunted. And she doesn't even need to pretend. "Maddie tried..." She gasps, as if it's incredibly difficult to speak.

 

"The night Maddie killed herself, she tried... to drown Lavender in the bathtub in her room," Caitlyn says, her voice shaking.

 

"What?" Hyacinth stammers, her voice weak and trembling. Fresh tears stream down her freckled cheeks. "She... Oh my God... Oh, Lavender... she... Oh my God... My poor little girl," she says, her voice rising in pitch as she begins to cry again. 

 

"Luckily, Violet found them before... the worst," Caitlyn says, looking at the ground.

 

   Even though she knows this story will be enough to manipulate Hyacinth closer to Lavender, it still hurts her to talk about it. She remembers that night vividly. She has nightmares about it. Nightmares where she and Violet didn't make it in time. In those nightmares, she hadn't lost her left eye, but she had lost her daughter forever. She would rather be blind than live a day without Lavender.

 

“I… don’t know what to say..” Hyacinth says with a shaky sigh. “There’s… nothing.. I can say that will… ease this pain.”

 

   As Hyacinth rubs her tear-stained eyes, Violet and Caitlyn exchange another look. They know they finally have Hyacinth where they want her. The girl is in the palm of their hands. Ready to submit to their will with the slightest push. Hyacinth is theirs now. And all because of her affection for Lavender. A tenderness and affection that surpasses Maddie's on multiple levels.

 

"Whatever I can…" Hyacinth stammered, sniffling. "Do to help Lavender… Anything… I'll do it, you guys just… tell me. And I'll do it," she said, very firmly.

 

"Hyacinth…" Violet sighed, finally looking at the omega. "This is a commitment we can't force on you."

 

"I'm volunteering," Hyacinth said, walking over to Violet and taking her hand in hers. "I want to be a part of Lavender's life. And I want to care for her. As if… she were mine."

 

   Violet, her hands suddenly trembling, pulled Hyacinth against her chest. She inhaled against the red curls, inhaling the lavender scent of Caitlyn's shampoo. The girl smelled like Caitlyn, and therefore, smelled like home. As Hyacinth hugged her back, Violet looked at Caitlyn. They had done it. Hyacinth had given herself willingly to them.

 

Notes:

*Evil laughter* Hyacinth is completely lost now.

About Maddie and Lavender, yes, it's true, Caitvi isn't lying about that... or are they?

Guys, totally off topic, but my college might close this semester due to lack of funding (I'm at a public university). I'll find out by the 18th, apparently. If the college stays open, I'll start publishing only on Wednesdays to focus on my studies. If the college does close, we'll continue with the current routine of three chapters per week.

Chapter eighteen is written, and chapter nineteen is being written, but I should finish it today.

Chapter 18: Sea Holly

Summary:

Caitlyn, Violet, and Hyacinth talk about Lavender. Violet and Caitlyn take what they want.

Notes:

TW: Non-con

Caitvi is FINALLY getting what they want, poor Hyacinth.

"We need Lavender to stay at school full-time," Caitlyn says.

 

   The alpha couple and the red-haired omega are sitting around the table in Caitlyn and Violet's shared office. They've been there ever since Hyacinth calmed her crying—for the second time—and agreed to come talk to them to resolve all the issues in her rapidly developing relationship with Lavender.

 

"Of course. I was hoping we'd get to that point sooner or later." Hyacinth nods. "It'll be a pleasure to spend more time with Lavender."

 

"And perhaps, if it's not too much of a burden... you could stay at our house on the weekends," Violet says, her arms crossed over her chest.

 

"Every weekend?!" Hyacinth's eyes widened in surprise.

 

"If possible," Caitlyn says. "We don't want to pressure you. But we believe that every moment Lavender spends with you will make her truly happy."

 

"We understand that you have your own personal life outside of work, but we can agree on an equivalent amount if you agree to stay with us on the weekends," Violet says, knowing what Hyacinth's response will be.

 

"Please, Mrs. Spisak, you offend me by suggesting this," Hyacinth says, crossing her arms under her breasts. Violet and Caitlyn can see the soft swell of her breasts even through the slightly baggy coat, borrowed from Caitlyn. "I don't want money. Staying with Lavender for as long as possible will be a blessing."

 

"You're very sweet, Hyacinth. But we can't ask so much of you," Caitlyn says, shaking her head slightly.

 

"You're not asking for anything. I'm the one offering myself," the omega says, uncrossing her arms and reaching out to hold Caitlyn's clasped hands. "I'm so grateful you trust me to be so close to Lavender. Especially since we've only known each other for a short time. And because of... your entire history... with that woman."

 

   Despite having to hear any mention of Maddie and her past actions, Violet and Caitlyn were struck by the loathing in Hyacinth's sweet voice. As if she hated Maddie. As if if Maddie were alive, Hyacinth would consider her her greatest enemy. It showed that Hyacinth was deeply concerned for Lavender's well-being. And they loved that.

 

"I promise you, Lavender will always be safe with me," Hyacinth says, giving Caitlyn's hands a gentle squeeze. "That's the promise I'll try hardest to keep. It's the only one I'll never break. I promise."

 

"We want to believe in you, Hyacinth," Violet says, reaching out and placing a hand on the omega's slender shoulder. "Stay close, as much as possible, and prove it to us."

 

"I will stay." The girl nods, turning to face Violet. "Whenever you want me here, just tell me. And I'll be here."

 

"If you ask Lavender that, she'll tell you to move in today," Violet joked, giving Hyacinth an amused smile.

 

"Oh, well... let's not ask her then," Hyacinth said, a little hesitantly.

 

"Don't worry about it, Hyacinth," Caitlyn said, trying to maintain a calm appearance. "We'll make do with the weekends, if you want... and can."

 

"Of course. I just need to get organized about college." The omega smiled slightly. "I usually study on the weekends to catch up on my classes."

 

"When you need it, we can rearrange. I imagine you go out with your friends a lot on the weekends," Violet suggests.

 

"Oh, no... I don't..." Hyacinth shakes her head slightly, leaning back in her chair. "I don't go out with my friends. I only have coworkers, but I don't have any close enough ties to hang out with them outside of work."

 

"Oh, really?" Caitlyn asked, arching an eyebrow. "What about your college friends?"

 

"Uh, I don't have any," Hyacinth says with a nonchalant shrug.

 

"No?" Violet asked, though she was already pretty sure of it.

 

"I'm not exactly very sociable." The omega shrugged again.

 

"But you hit it off with Lavender almost instantly," Caitlyn stated. "I can tell you, Lavender seemed enchanted with you from the start."

 

"From the start?" Hyacinth frowned.

 

"Of course, Kitten. She's just less sociable than you," Violet teased. "She needed time to warm up to you. But from the beginning, she told us how beautiful and sweet she thought you were."

 

   The alpha couple watches as Hyacinth's freckled cheeks flush with a faint blush of embarrassment. Her golden eyes are still red from crying, the lids slightly swollen. Her button nose is red. She looks perfect. Docile, submissive, naive. Stupid, even. And that embarrassed, innocent expression on her freckled face is a sight Caitlyn and Violet were learning to love and desire.

 

"She's so sweet," Hyacinth says in an embarrassed whisper.

 

"Children don't lie, Darling," The Kiramman alpha says. "Lavender has good eyes; she knows how to recognize a beauty as angelic as yours."

 

   The blush on Hyacinth's cheeks deepens. She shrugs, letting out a small, shaky sigh. She looks away, her golden eyes scanning the office wall, full of pinned clues and red lines connecting dots. She doesn't understand anything about it, but that's where she can look, so embarrassed by Caitlyn's subtle compliment. She feels a bit dumb looking at all this information she doesn't understand stuck to the wall.

 

"Don't be so embarrassed, Kitten," Violet says, reaching out and placing a hand on the omega's thigh, squeezing lightly.

 

"You compliment me too much," Hyacinth says, embarrassed.

 

   While Hyacinth still doesn't look at them, Violet and Caitlyn exchange a look. They're pleased with the redheaded omega's embarrassment. The girl was so easily embarrassed it was ridiculous. But the alpha couple approved. They wanted to be the ones to embarrass Hyacinth like that. It was their role from now on.

 

"We're not lying, though," Caitlyn says, rising from her leather chair.

 

   The Kiramman alpha walks around the wooden table and approaches the chair Hyacinth is sitting in. She stops in front of the younger woman, close enough for her to feel Hyacinth's knees against her long legs. Caitlyn leans back against the table, reaching out to cup the omega's cheek and turn her face toward hers, making her meet her gaze.

   Caitlyn feels jubilant when she realizes Hyacinth doesn't pull away from her calloused touch, but she notices the slight tension in her jaw. It's gentle, almost nonexistent. But she notices it nonetheless. Caitlyn's eye was trained to notice the smallest expressions and understand them. She was good at it. Perfect, even. And that's why she was one of the best interrogators in Enforcerer's Headquarters.

 

"You've been nothing but patient and sweet with our daughter, and with us," Caitlyn says, stroking the girl's freckled skin with her thumb. "And I, especially, have been very unfair to you."

 

"It was an unfortunate incident." Hyacinth shrugged slightly, disconcerted. "But it's okay. I was also at fault. I offended and angered you. I deserved it."

 

   The alpha couple can sense the honesty in Hyacinth's words. Caitlyn can see it in her golden eyes, reddened from crying profusely. The alpha couple is surprised by the omega's way of taking the blame, even when she was the one being assaulted. They revel in this realization. Hyacinth would be very easy to keep docile; they just had to make her think that any incident between them was her fault. And hers alone.

 

"Don't take all the blame, Darling." Caitlyn sighed, pulling her hand away. "I was... impulsive... I acted wrong."

 

   Despite saying these words filled with false guilt, Caitlyn Kiramman is a woman with only one regret. And it's not hitting Hyacinth. She doesn't blame herself. She doesn't regret it. For her, the blame was entirely the young omega's. Not hers. Never hers. Caitlyn didn't make mistakes. At least, not in her head. She knew, however, that hitting Hyacinth had complicated her potential relationship with her. So she would have to try harder than her wife. Violet seemed about to get into Hyacinth's pants, while she could only allow herself fleeting touches.

 

"Caitlyn has been feeling very guilty ever since that day," Violet lied, letting out a sigh. Her hand on Hyacinth's thigh tightened slightly, and she felt the omega move her leg slightly, startling her slightly. "She's been harboring this regret for so long."

 

"Oh." Hyacinth sighed, frowning. "It's okay, Mrs. Kiramman. I forgive you," she said, reaching out and taking Caitlyn's hand in hers. "It was just an unfortunate event."

 

"Call me Caitlyn, then," the alpha asks, squeezing Hyacinth's small hand. "I want to be your friend, Hyacinth."

 

"Don't waste your time, Cupcake," Violet teases, moving her hand to cup the back of the omega's neck. "Kitten here like to call us in a polite way."

 

"It's a matter of respect," Hyacinth said, cringing slightly. "My parents taught me that."

 

"You call your friends sir and ma'am?" Caitlyn asked, smiling slightly.

 

"Uh..." Hyacinth grumbled, tilting her head to the side. She still holds Caitlyn's hand in hers.

 

"Then you call us Caitlyn and Violet from now on, Kitten," Violet said. "We're your friends."

 

   But Caitlyn and Violet didn't want to be just Hyacinth's friends. And they wouldn't settle for being the young omega's best friend. They wanted to be her lovers. They wanted to be the ones who controlled every aspect of her pathetic life. Violet and Caitlyn wanted it all. And they wanted this from Hyacinth. And they would get it, whether Hyacinth wanted it or not.

 

"I'll... try."

 

"Just try, Hyacinth?" Violet teased, letting out a small laugh.

 

"I'll try my best, I promise," the girl said, looking at Violet.

 

"We appreciate your effort, Darling." Caitlyn gave the redheaded girl's hand a light squeeze. "We really do. Especially your effort to bond with Lavender."

 

"Oh, you don't need to thank me," Hyacinth says, turning her attention to Caitlyn. "If anything, I should be the one grateful that you gave me so much trust and allowed me to be so close to Lavender. And allowed me to be close... also.. to you. I truly am grateful. Deeply." She squeezes Caitlyn's hand lightly.

 

"Aren't you so sweet, Kitten?" Violet teases, leaning in to kiss Hyacinth's cheek.

 

   Hyacinth's cheeks flush, and her brows furrow. Caitlyn smiles at the sweet sight of the girl's embarrassment. The blue-haired alpha leans forward, bringing her face close to Hyacinth's. She watches the omega's eyes flutter shut. She hears her soft sigh. Caitlyn feels the warmth of the redhead's breath against her lips.

   Caitlyn looks at Violet, as if asking for permission. Violet shrugs discreetly. She's unsure. But when Caitlyn places her hand on Hyacinth's neck and feels her lean into her touch, she knows she can do whatever she wants. And she wants it badly. And she knows Violet wants it too.

   The Kiramman alpha leans in closer, her lips brushing against Hyacinth's. Violet moves her hand from the back of the girl's neck to her thigh, squeezing lightly. Caitlyn moves her hand to the back of Hyacinth's neck, tangling her long fingers in the red strands and tugging lightly, tilting the girl's head up, improving the angle of her face compared to her own.

   When her tongue meets Hyacinth's lips, begging for entry, she feels the omega tense beneath her touch. Hyacinth tries to pull away, but Caitlyn doesn't let her. She doesn't want the girl to pull away, so she doesn't let her. Caitlyn tugs harder on the wavy strands, keeping the omega close. Right where she wants her. Her tongue finds its way in when Hyacinth sighs, so Caitlyn takes advantage. Her tongue rams into the girl's mouth, taking complete control.

   Hyacinth is so hesitant to kiss back that Caitlyn is almost certain she's never been kissed before. Violet's hand moves higher, finding its way into the redheaded omega's pants. The alpha feels the girl squirm. She smiles, a sarcastic, satisfied smile. Her calloused fingers find Hyacinth's clitoris, and she begins to rub it with slow but firm strokes. With the moan Hyacinth groans against Caitlyn's lips, Violet is certain she's on the right track, especially when she begins to feel the moisture soaking through the fabric of Hyacinth's boxer.

   When Caitlyn breaks the kiss, she trails open-mouthed kisses down Hyacinth's jaw to her neck. Caitlyn wants to mark the pale, freckled skin. She wants to sink her teeth into the soft flesh. So she does. Hyacinth lets out a whimpering whimper, arching off the back of the chair. Her thighs tighten around Violet's large hand. And when she's so close to coming, her hips rolling shakily against Violet's hand, she seems to realize what's happening. Then she withdraws.

   Hyacinth pushes Caitlyn almost desperately with one hand and pulls Violet's hand out of her pants with her free hand. Caitlyn lets out an almost shocked gasp as she's pushed against her desk. Hyacinth jumps up in an anxious leap and backs away, stumbling and nearly falling on her butt. Caitlyn and Violet exchange an irritated glance as they watch Hyacinth rush out of the office, leaving the door open behind her.

 

“Get her.” Caitlyn practically growls at her wife.

 

   Hyacinth hurries down the flight of stairs to the second floor. She wants to grab her backpack from the room she was sleeping in and leave. The omega isn't sure if Violet will want to take her, but she thinks she can walk back to the Kiramman Institute to get her car and go home. Her heart feels like it's about to leap into her throat, and her steps are erratic, shaky, and clumsy. She's nervous. Anxious. Feeling like she might vomit.

   But as Hyacinth reaches for the doorknob, she feels a presence behind her. She turns to look at Violet. Her golden eyes widen slightly. Hyacinth opens her mouth to say something, but she can't. Because Violet reaches her first, pressing her against the closed door and capturing her mouth in a commanding, demanding kiss. Hyacinth gasps, her trembling hands pressing against the alpha's strong chest, who doesn't pull away.

   Violet manages to reach out and turn the doorknob, opening the door. Hyacinth stumbles as she loses her footing, and Violet only pushes her further into the room. With the kiss broken, Hyacinth tries to pull away again, but Violet advances with her. The alpha's strong hands find the omega's small, round ass, pulling her up into her arms. Hyacinth doesn't wrap her legs around her waist, but Violet manages to hold her up effortlessly.

   The alpha walks to the bed, lying down on top of Hyacinth. The omega groans, but her mouth is quickly covered by Violet's. Caitlyn enters the room and locks the door with a soft click. The Kiramman alpha walks to the bed, unzipping her coat and letting it fall to the floor, then kicks off her shoes and socks, leaving her barefoot. It's now, she feels. They're going to make Hyacinth theirs. Whether the girl wants it or not.

   As she kisses her, Violet lets her hands wander to unzip Hyacinth's borrowed coat, pulling it down. She pushes it down her arms, leaving the omega in only the Henley blouse that does little to hide the tantalizing outline of Hyacinth's breasts. Violet bites Hyacinth's lower lip before deepening the kiss again, a calloused hand slipping under the fabric of the blouse to cup the soft flesh of the omega's large breast in her palm. Her thick, long fingers squeeze tightly, making the redhead squirm.

   Hyacinth kicks a leg, as if trying to free herself, but Violet's body pins her against the soft mattress. She gasps for air when Violet breaks the kiss, letting her breathe. The omega lets out a small squeak as the Spisak alpha carelessly rips off her blouse, leaving her naked from the waist up. Hyacinth tries to cover her breasts with her thin arms, but Caitlyn kneels by her head and pulls her hands to her lap, trapping them between her long, slender fingers.

 

“Wait..” Hyacinth gasps, squirming as Violet takes one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking and swirling it with her tongue. "You can't… wait… please… I can't…" She whimpers, her voice slightly cracking.

 

"Sush, Darling," Caitlyn cooed softly. "We'll take good care of you."

 

"No..." Hyacinth whimpered. "Wait..."

 

   But neither of them pays attention to her words. Violet and Caitlyn want her. And they will have her. No matter the cost. Whether she wants it or not. But the alpha couple knows that despite her reluctance, Hyacinth will eventually give in. Hyacinth will realize they just want to take care of her. That they want her, well and docile by their side. Under their control. The alpha couple knows Hyacinth isn't that stupid. She will realize the privileges she will have by submitting to them.

   As Hyacinth feels her pants being pulled down her legs, as she feels the heat of Violet's breath fanning against her most intimate area, she squirms, trying to pull her arms from Caitlyn's grip. However, she is unable to do so. A loud, strangled moan escapes her lips when she feels Violet's warm tongue against her inner lips. She arches her back at the sensation she's never experienced before. Her hips roll against the alpha's face, and Violet only smiles in satisfaction. Her large, calloused hands grip the omega's wide hips, pulling her against her face.

 

"Oh my…" Hyacinth nearly screams when Violet sucks hard on her clit, making her eyes roll back. “Please.. you can’t.. please.. stop..” 

 

   But Violet doesn't stop. If anything, she just begins devouring Hyacinth's soaked pussy like a starving woman. The obscene, wet sound of each flick of her tongue leaves the redheaded omega dizzy. Hyacinth tries to pull her arms away from Caitlyn's grip again, but is rebuked with a firmer tug. Caitlyn tightens her grip around the omega's slender wrists, surely leaving marks behind.

   When Hyacinth's body begins to tremble and writhe, the alpha couple knows she's getting close. Hyacinth's moans and whimpers are loud, tearful, and music to the alpha couple's ears. Caitlyn and Violet indulge in every pathetic little whimper and whimpering moan. It's exactly how they expected it to sound.

 

"Oh my God, wait... wait..." Hyacinth gasped, sounding desperate. "I'm going to... Oh my God."

 

"Are you going to come, Darling?" Caitlyn purred softly, using one hand to pin the omega's wrists and the other to cup her chin, forcing her to look at her. "Look at me when you come, Hyacinth."

 

"Hm..." Hyacinth moaned breathlessly, closing her eyes.

 

"Look at me!" Caitlyn ordered more roughly, tightening her grip on the omega's chin.

 

   But Hyacinth can't open her eyes as the strongest, most overwhelming orgasm she's ever experienced leaves her trembling and whimpering. Her back arches in a perfect arc off the mattress, her pussy gushing so much that it soaks Violet's lips, chin, and the duvet, leaving a dark stain on the fabric. Hyacinth knows she's never come like this in her life.

 

"Since you're such a brat who can't obey an order from your alpha, I think we need to make you come until the moment you learn to obey," Violet says, wiping her chin with the sleeve of her coat.

Notes:

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Chapter 19: Eryngium

Summary:

Their first time

Notes:

TW: kinda Non-con

Caitlyn and Violet FINALLY get what they want, but will it be enough?...
Poor Hyacinth, now she's stuck with them, whether she likes it or not.

   Hyacinth's face is pressed against Violet's muscular thigh. She breathes heavily between moans and tearful whimpers that echo throughout the room. Caitlyn is eating her out for the third time. Hyacinth can barely keep her eyes open with how hyperstimulated she is. One of Violet's hands lightly squeezes the omega's throat while the other cups a heavy breast with a brownish areola, playing with the sensitive nipple. Both alphas are painfully hard, but they want to wear Hyacinth down before anything else. At least, Caitlyn thinks, she's stopped begging for a stop.

   When Hyacinth comes for the fourth time, she feels completely boneless. Her body feels weightless, but she can't move. Her body is so shaky it's as if she's been shocked, like when she stepped on a live wire as a child. Violet huffs, almost irritated. Caitlyn pulls away after leaving a hard bite on the inside of one of the omega's thighs, sinking her teeth until she tastes blood on her taste buds. Hyacinth lets out a small whimper but doesn't pull away.

 

“You’re really a brat, huh, Kitten?” Violet complains, squeezing Hyacinth's throat a little tighter.

 

"Leave her, Vi." Caitlyn sighed, a little disappointed. "Do you want to go first?"

 

"Fuck, I wish..." Violet almost moaned, suddenly ecstatic at the thought of being Hyacinth's first. But she considered it. "But you can go. You're more patient than I am."

 

   Caitlyn knows it's true, so she accepts it. The Kiramman alpha sits back on her heels and removes her shirt. Caitlyn is wearing a sports bra, which she also removes, leaving her breasts bare. The alpha's bony hands wrap around the waistband of her sweatpants, pushing the fabric down along with her boxer briefs, leaving her naked as she kicks them off her legs. Her cock is leaking, painfully hard. The blunt head is red, almost purple. Angry and eager.

   Caitlyn's cock pressed against Hyacinth's soaked pussy, soft and still quivering from the four orgasms the alpha couple had given her. Without asking, Caitlyn gave a shallow thrust forward and slowly sank into the heat of the weeping omega's virgin cunt. Hyacinth let out a shaky breath, her hands reaching for Caitlyn, but Violet pulled her wrists away and held them in her lap.

 

"Fuck," Caitlyn nearly growled through her teeth.

 

   Hyacinth tenses slightly beneath Caitlyn, but remains still. She's been like this since her second orgasm, accepting everything Caitlyn gives her. Caitlyn feels the omega's virgin pussy contract and tighten around her cock, squeezing it like a vice. The alpha wraps one of her strong arms around the omega's slim waist, pulling her closer as she continues her shallow thrusts.

 

"It hurts…" Hyacinth whimpered, pressing her face against Violet's thigh.

 

"Sush, baby girl…" Caitlyn cooed, her voice a low, husky rumble.

 

   The alpha leaned over Hyacinth's body, her lips trailing tender kisses along Hyacinth's neck and collarbone. Her hips continued their shallow thrusts, inch by inch, sinking deeper and deeper into her omega's impossibly tight heat. Caitlyn could feel every vibration, every desperate squeeze of Hyacinth's previously untouched pussy as she struggled to accommodate her thick, veiny cock.

 

"You're taking me so well, Darling," Caitlyn praised, after nibbling on the omega's throat. "Shh, it's okay. Daddy's here to make it better."

 

   Violet gasped softly, entranced by the sight of Caitlyn slowly thrusting into Hyacinth. She felt like she might cum in her pants if she wasn't touched any time soon, but she just wanted to cum inside Hyacinth, so she waited, trying to ignore her aching erection. One of Caitlyn's hands slowly caressed Hyacinth's sides and hips, while the other gripped her waist possessively, pulling her back against the ever-increasing thrusts of her hips.

 

"Daddy's gonna make it better, baby girl," Caitlyn growled softly. "I'm going to fill that needy pussy to the last drop." She punctuated her filthy words with a sharp snap of her hips.

 

   Hyacinth is incapable of silence, but neither Violet nor Caitlyn cares. The alpha couple wants to hear every moan and every whimper. They want Hyacinth undone beneath them. And it's happening. A shaky sigh escaped Caitlyn's lips as Hyacinth's silken walls contracted and rippled around her throbbing shaft. Caitlyn's heavy balls were tense, churning with the heavy load as she buried herself deep into the sweet embrace of Hyacinth's soaked pussy with each firm, deep thrust.

 

"Slowly…" Hyacinth begged with a small, tearful moan. Despite the initial sting and pain of the stretch, now she felt only a shivering pleasure. Each slow, deep thrust made the head of Caitlyn's cock press against the omega's cervix.

 

"Easy, Kitten," Violet soothed, her voice a low, guttural murmur against Hyacinth's ear.

 

   Violet brushed a strand of damp hair from their sweet omega's flushed face, tucking it gently behind her ear with a tenderness that belied the rough, desperate way she would claim her trembling body. Caitlyn was being patient and slow, but Violet wanted to fuck Hyacinth until the girl was a boneless mass beneath her.

   Caitlyn pulled away, letting Hyacinth feel every thick, pulsing inch of her as she slowly withdrew until only the tip remained nestled at her tight entrance. Then, with the same deliberate slowness, the Kiramman alpha rotated her hips forward, watching in awe as Hyacinth's glistening pink folds stretched and parted around her, swallowing her cock inch by inch until she was buried to the hilt once more. Caitlyn could feel her eyepatch growing damp with sweat, and it irritated her. She wished she could take it off, but she didn't think Hyacinth was ready for that yet.

   While Violet used one hand to play with Hyacinth's breast, Caitlyn reached out to gently caress the girl's delicate clitoral bud. She matched the slow, sensual undulations of her hips with the same deliberate circles around the sensitive nub, teasing Hyacinth's pleasure with maddening gentleness.

 

"It's delicious, isn't it, Kitten? Doesn't it feel good?" Violet purred softly, tugging lightly on one of the girl's nipples.

 

   Hyacinth moans louder, her back arching slightly. She moves her hands, gripping the fabric of Violet's sweatshirt. Caitlyn continues to rock her hips in a hypnotic rhythm as she continues to tease Hyacinth's previously untouched depths with slow, sensual thrusts. She feels her girl's pleasure increasing, her body becoming more pliant and eager with each stroke of her thick cock over her most sensitive spots.

   Caitlyn can feel the telltale tremor of Hyacinth's velvety walls, hear her ragged breathing and the tearful moans that make her own blood boil with desire. She leans in to press a kiss to the omega's lips, her tongue plunging into the girl's mouth while her blunt nails dig into Hyacinth's hip.

 

"Remember, Darling, Daddy's here. Papa and I will make all the bad things go away," Caitlyn hummed, her voice a low, comforting rumble as she broke the kiss. She peppered Hyacinth's neck and chest with tender kisses, while her hips continued their relentless, sensual dance.

 

"We love you so much, Hyacinth. We need you to feel good, Kitten." Violet sighed, panting. "We need to make you feel amazing."

 

"Ah." Hyacinth gasped as Caitlyn's teeth sank into her sweaty skin. She shifted her hips slightly, one of her legs resting on the Kiramman alpha's hips. "You're... so big..." She whimpered, rolling her eyes. "And thick..." Her head fell back against Violet's lap.

 

   Caitlyn could feel the heat of Hyacinth's burning skin against her lips as she covered her neck and collarbones with tender kisses. Violet tightened her grip on the omega's heavy breast, squeezing almost painfully. The Spisak alpha felt her cock leaking with the girl's loud, whimpering moan. She was so hard and ready to cum that she didn't think she'd last long when she finally thrust into the heat of Hyacinth's pussy.

 

"Mmm, yes, I am, baby girl, so big and thick," Caitlyn growled, after sucking a dark hickey on the omega's freckled skin. "Good girl for noticing," she purred. "I'm going to need you to really get used to Daddy's cock, Darling. We have to get you used to it before Papa gets her 

moment."

 

“Uh..” Hyacinth sighed, as Caitlyn pulled away and pulled her legs around her waist.

 

"We need this luscious little body to get used to the feeling of being stretched and stuffed every day," Violet whispered, bringing her hand up to cup Hyacinth's chin and force her to look at her.

 

   Hyacinth could feel every pulsing vein and ridge of Caitlyn's cock as it slowly thrust in and out of her eager pussy, every inch of it kissing and caressing her sensitive walls. With the new position, the Kiramman alpha's pelvis brushed against the girl's clit with every movement of her hips, her sweaty skin slapping against the omega's soaked sex.

   Caitlyn feels the exact moment Hyacinth comes on her cock. The omega lets out a small, breathless whimper, arching her back beneath her and throwing her head back into Violet's lap. She's still unable to maintain eye contact. Violet seems irritated that the girl still can't obey an order. But Caitlyn is jubilant, feeling the omega's trembling body and the spasming grip of her pussy around her cock.

   Hyacinth's juices gushed around Caitlyn's cock and flooded the bed's disheveled comforter. The girl's sweet nectar dripped down the length of the alpha's shaft to pool on the fabric below. The obscene sounds of Caitlyn's hips slamming lasciviously against Hyacinth's mingled with the high-pitched gasps and moans that escaped the girl's lips. Caitlyn moaned, her own pleasure rapidly reaching its peak as Hyacinth's spasming cunt milked her shaft with desperate greed.

   With a groan that echoed off the walls, Caitlyn's cock twitched and throbbed, before erupting like a volcano deep within Hyacinth's hungry hole. Thick, scalding strands of semen painted the girl's taut walls, pumping jet after jet of potent seed into her young, fertile womb. Caitlyn's hips bucked as she poured every last drop into the girl's eager cunt, their mingled fluids oozing around her cock, spurting down Hyacinth's folds and onto the bed comforter.

 

"Please…" Hyacinth whimpered as Caitlyn continued to move her hips, more firmly now. "It's too much!" she whimpered, her hands shifting in Violet's grip.

 

   The girl's slender body was still trembling and twitching as she felt the scalding heat of Caitlyn's release flood her depths. She could feel every heavy, pulsing pulse of the older woman's cock as she pumped her to the brim with thick jets of cum. It was overwhelming, almost too intense for the girl's inexperienced body to handle.

 

"Sush, it's okay, Darling," Caitlyn murmured breathlessly, holding Hyacinth's trembling body close to hers as she continued to grind her hips in tight circles. "It's okay."

 

"This is what you needed, Kitten," Violet growled, tightening her grip around the girl's wrists. "This is what your hungry pussy was made for. To be filled and fed by your alphas."

 

   Caitlyn arched over her girl's body, peppering Hyacinth's neck and collarbones with tender kisses as she moved faster inside her, each thrust of her hips stirring the thick load of cum deep into her omega's eager cunt. Her heavy balls throbbed against Hyacinth's ass, still churning with their load as they worked to flood her sweet omega's fertile womb.

 

"Please... Cait..." Hyacinth whimpered, her legs tightening around the alpha's waist. "I..." She stammered.

 

   Her voice trembled with a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming sensation. She could feel Caitlyn's hot release sloshing heavily into her stuffed cunt, the too-tight fit of her petite body stretched almost painfully around the thick, long shaft still buried inside her. Each thrust stirred the heavy load of cum within her pussy. Every twitch and thrust of Caitlyn's cock sent aftershocks of numbing ecstasy radiating through Hyacinth's core.

 

"Shh, you're doing so well, Darling," Caitlyn praised, pulling away to slide one hand down to rub gentle circles on Hyacinth's belly. "Daddy's gonna take good care of you. I'm going to fill that belly with so much cum you'll be plump with our baby."

 

"Baby?" Hyacinth moaned, looking at Caitlyn with bleary eyes moistened by tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "Your baby?" she gasped.

 

"Our baby," Caitlyn corrected breathlessly, her voice low and husky, as she stared at Hyacinth with her only visible eye darkened with lust.

 

   Violet let out a small growl, finally releasing Hyacinth's wrists. The omega was so focused on maintaining eye contact with Caitlyn that she didn't notice when Violet pulled away. She didn't even realize she could move her hands freely now. As Violet hurriedly undressed, kicking off her pants and carelessly tossing her sports bra aside, Caitlyn continued the circular motions of her hips, slowly fucking Hyacinth.

 

“Papa and I are going to put a baby in that little belly, Darling,” Caitlyn growled, rolling her hips with slow, firm movements. “We’re going to breed that sweet pussy until it takes it.” Each circle of her pelvis forced the thick load of cum deep into Hyacinth’s sex, the obscene sounds of squirting filling the room.

 

"We want to see this belly swell with new life," Violet purred as she climbed back onto the bed beside Hyacinth, her calloused hand sliding and spreading possessively over Hyacinth's flat stomach. She could feel it tremble and contract beneath her touch, muscles tensing as if trying to hold back every drop of Caitlyn's potent seed. "We want to feel our baby growing inside you."

 

"Please..." Hyacinth whimpered, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.

 

"Are you asking for our babies?" Violet growled, reaching out to squeeze Hyacinth's throat. "Is that it, Kitten? You want our babies?"

 

"Yes..." The omega moaned breathlessly. "Please..."

 

   With a growl, Caitlyn gripped the girl's hips tighter, pulling her hips higher onto her lap, changing the angle of penetration slightly as she began to move at a more relentless pace. She thrust hard and fast, her hips rolling forward sharply, burying herself deep inside Hyacinth's terribly tight heat. She moaned as she felt the girl's inner muscles contract and ripple around her, desperately trying to conform to the thick intrusion stretching them.

   Hyacinth, already hyperstimulated after five orgasms, only needs a few more thrusts from Caitlyn to climax for the sixth time. Her body trembles under Violet and Caitlyn's gaze. Her legs tighten around the Kiramman alpha's waist, her thigh muscles trembling and spasming. Hyacinth doesn't moan or whimper, just gasps, arching her back. Caitlyn growls softly.

   Feeling Hyacinth's vibrant heat pressing against her, Caitlyn's hips faltered. She buried herself deep inside her omega's vibrating sex, grinding her pelvis against the girl's clit as her swollen balls contracted. Caitlyn whimpered, her eyes rolling back as she threw her head back. Caitlyn erupted inside Hyacinth again, painting the girl's quivering walls with more thick, scalding streams of semen. Her hands gripped her omega’s hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises as she ground the last spurts of her climax deep inside her lover’s core.

 

“Oh.” Hyacinth moaned as Caitlyn pulled away. She kept her eyes closed, her limp body sprawled across the bed like an unstuffed fabric doll.

 

   Hyacinth lets out a surprised squeak as Violet flips her onto her stomach with a quick, almost brusque movement. The alpha's calloused hands manipulate the girl's tired body like a rag doll, pulling her hips upward until hers is thrust upward. Her pussy is leaking Caitlyn's cum, her labia reddened.

 

"No…" She whimpered, trying to lift her face from the comforter.

 

   Violet didn't respond with words right away. Instead, she slid two calloused fingers into Hyacinth's dripping pussy, moaning at the obscene sound of Caitlyn's release overflowing with the intrusion. She pumped them in and out a few times as Caitlyn held Hyacinth's upper body against the mattress, keeping her hips elevated while Violet knelt behind her.

   The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air as Vi hovered over Hyacinth's prone body. Her eyes were dark with lust, fixed on the reddened, swollen lips of Hyacinth's vagina stretched around her thick fingers—a testament to the thorough fucking she had just received from Caitlyn. Hyacinth moaned softly as Vi brushed her fingers over the sensitive flesh, the light touch making her oversensitive nerves spark with renewed desire. She could feel more of Caitlyn's semen continuing to ooze around Violet's thick fingers, the thick fluid dripping onto the messy comforter.

 

"What a beautiful pussy," Violet praised, her voice low and raspy. "It looks like it's been well used and filled... just like a real omega's pussy should be."

 

"Please, I..." Hyacinth choked on her saliva. "It's... too much."

 

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," Violet said, sounding almost affectionate as she gently ran her free hand over the curve of Hyacinth's ass. "This sweet pussy will learn to crave its alphas' cocks."

 

   Hyacinth lets out a breathless squeak as Violet's cock presses against her pussy after she withdraws her fingers. With a single, firm thrust, the alpha bury herself in the trembling omega's heat, knocking all the air from her lungs and leaving her breathless. Hyacinth's slender fingers curl into the comforter, her short nails digging into the soft fabric. Her petite body arches with the force of the thrust, her ass lifted and her face pressed into the mattress.

   Violet moaned, a low, guttural sound, as she felt Hyacinth's tight, slick heat envelop her for the first time. She gripped the girl's hips tightly, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she began to move, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm. She had no patience for being affectionate with Hyacinth. Not after wanting to fuck this girl since she met her.

 

"This pussy is incredible," Violet gasped, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust of her hips. "Like it was made to milk my fucking cock."

 

"Uh... Violet..." Hyacinth whimpered shakily.

 

   With her face pressed into the comforter as she tried to adjust to the thick intrusion—thicker than Caitlyn's—stretching her open again. Her back arched in a perfect arch, making her small, round ass stick up as the inner muscles of her pussy trembled and clenched around Violet's length with each rough thrust, making Hyacinth gasp and whimper louder.

 

"It's too much..." The girl whimpered, breathless. Her eyes filled with tears. 

 

“Too much?” Violet growled, giving Hyacinth a firm slap on the bottom. The sharp smack of skin against skin echoed through the room, followed by a loud moan from the girl. “That greedy cunt doesn’t think so. She’s sucking me dry like she never wants to let me go.”

 

   Violet moved her hips faster, driving her thick cock deeper into Hyacinth's overstimulated sex with each vigorous thrust. The obscene sound of their joining filled the room, mingling with the soft creak of the bed frame and Hyacinth's growing moans and Violet's near-growls.

   The Spisak alpha leaned in to press her chest against Hyacinth's narrow back, enveloping the smaller woman with her much larger body. She nuzzled into the crook of the girl's neck, inhaling the musky scent of the omega's warm, freckled skin and lavender shampoo as she thrust into her with wild abandon. She was close, so she was working hard to make Hyacinth come before her.

 

"Fuck, you're so hot, Kitten," Violet whispered, her voice a low, lustful murmur against Hyacinth's ear.

 

   Panting, Hyacinth squeezed Caitlyn's hand as the alpha intertwined their fingers. She pulled the Kiramman alpha's hand close to her face, pressing the bony hand against her lips. Hyacinth rolled her eyes back, closing them with a loud moan. Caitlyn uses her free hand to wipe away the tears that dampen Hyacinth's white eyelashes.

   Hyacinth's pussy clenched tightly around Violet's thick cock, her soft walls quivering and squeezing like a silken vise. Legs trembling, the girl struggles to stay on her knees as she orgasms for the sixth time. She gasps, her entire body trembling. Her nails dig into Caitlyn's hand. She's exhausted. Her vision blurs. Her unaccustomed body begs for rest.

   Violet could feel every desperate clench and quiver of Hyacinth's pussy around her pulsing shaft, the silky walls squeezing and squeezing like a vise. It spurred her on, making her thrusts harder, faster, more erratic, as she chased her own orgasm, rapidly intensifying after so long of waiting.

 

"That's it, Kitten," Violet praised. "Milk me with that hungry little cunt." She growled.

 

   One of Violet's hands reached out to grip Hyacinth's hair as she pulled away, her thick, calloused fingers lost in the messy red curls. Her other hand gripped Hyacinth's hip tightly, leaving marks alongside Caitlyn's. She could feel the girl's legs trembling, and knew she was tired, unused, but Violet couldn't stop. Not yet. Not until he filled that greedy hole to the brim, not until Hyacinth was dripping with his cum.

   Hyacinth's gasps and moans grew higher, more desperate, as Violet continued to fuck her through her orgasm. Her petite body was rigid, her back arching sharply as her pussy clamped down on Violet's cock like a silken vise. Violet moaned, feeling every tremor and spasm as Hyacinth's inner walls tried valiantly to milk her shaft.

   Violet felt Hyacinth's exhaustion, and saw it in the way her short legs trembled violently, her thick thighs squeezing together. Caitlyn could see the cloudy, lost look of exhaustion in Hyacinth's now nearly black eyes, her pupils so dilated they almost completely covered the gold. Violet knew she should let the girl rest, but she was so close, teetering right on the razor's edge of her own mind-blowing orgasm. Hyacinth just needed to hold on a little longer. Just a little longer.

 

"I'm... fuck... I'm going to flood that pussy..." Violet gasped harshly. "Paint that womb with my cum."

 

   Violet's words dissolved into a guttural moan as her hips wavered and bucked wildly. She could feel her swollen balls contracting, churning with the thick, massive load as her cock pulsed back and forth within Hyacinth's spasming heat. Hyacinth could only moan weakly in response, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of her own release and the size of Violet's cock pounding into her. Hyacinth felt like she was going to pass out, as if her exhausted body couldn't take it anymore. And she couldn't, but Violet wasn't finished with her yet.

   Violet let out a roar of pure pleasure as her climax finally overtook her. Her hips thrust forward one last time, burying her throbbing cock deep into Hyacinth's swollen, abused pussy. At the same time, a torrent of hot, thick semen erupted from the tip, hitting Hyacinth's bruised cervix and flooding her defenseless womb.

 

"Fuck! Take Papa's cum!" Violet growled, her voice hoarse with lust.

 

   The Spisak alpha ground her pelvis hard against Hyacinth's ass, thrusting deep into the girl's hole as heavy spurts of cum flooded her. Violet's fingers dug cruelly into the flesh of Hyacinth's hips, surely leaving more bruises behind as she thrust into her with animalistic abandon.

   Hyacinth could only moan weakly, pained, tears streaming from her closed eyes as she felt the scalding heat of Violet's seed flooding her depths. Her womb seemed to contract and ripple, as if desperately trying to extract every drop of the thick, virile semen pumped into her. She could feel it spurting heavily inside her, Violet's release so copious and vigorous that it began to trickle back down the base of the older woman's still-pulsing shaft.

   Violet collapsed onto Hyacinth's trembling body, covering her completely with her larger, muscular frame. She panted harshly against the sweat-damp skin of Hyacinth's neck and shoulder, slowly coming down from the dizzying heights of her climax. His cock continued to twitch and leak inside the girl's cum-flooded cunt, the obscene squirting sounds growing louder as Violet's weight pressed into Hyacinth.

 

"Such a good girl, taking Daddy's cock and cum so well." Violet murmured her breath against Hyacinth's ear, sounding almost affectionate despite her husky, rough voice. "That greedy little cunt was made for us, Kitten. Made to be fed and filled again and again."

 

   Hyacinth grunts softly, breathless. She blinks, her vision blurry. Her breath comes in gasps against Caitlyn's hand pressed to her lips. She's trembling, her body trapped beneath Violet's snatch. Hyacinth is exhausted, aching, wanting nothing more than to sleep.

 

"Are you okay, Darling?" Caitlyn asked, stroking the girl's sweaty hair.

 

   But Hyacinth didn't answer, just nodded, barely perceptible. Caitlyn smiled slightly, knowing how exhausted her girl was. She knew she and Violet had exhausted the omega. They gave her the most unforgettable first time she could ever have. And she knew they would be the only ones to pleasure her for the rest of their lives. Hyacinth had been touched by them for the first time, and she would only be touched by them. Forever.

   Violet remained nestled against Hyacinth's back for a moment, catching her breath briefly while her cock was still nestled in the warmth of Hyacinth's cum-soaked cunt. Once she thought Hyacinth had rested enough, Violet stood up, pulling the girl's hips up again, looking at Hyacinth's trembling body with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger burning in her eyes.

 

"Hyacinth, Kitten…" Violet murmured softly, stroking the curve of Hyacinth's arched spine. "Think you can give Papa one more round, my love? I'm not finished with this sweet little body yet."

 

   Caitlyn looks at Violet, her brows slightly furrowed. The Kiramman alpha looks at Hyacinth, seeing the bleary, tired look in her eyes. She watches as the girl licks her lips and takes a deep breath before pressing her face into the comforter and closing her eyes. She's exhausted. Fucked to the limit. Her entire body aches, her muscles protesting as she shifts weakly beneath Violet's larger body. The pleasure had been incredible, unlike anything she'd ever experienced, but her inexperienced body was completely drained.

 

"I... don't know..." Hyacinth murmured softly after a long moment, sounding breathless and completely exhausted. "I'm so... tired..."

 

   Violet's lips curved into a small, almost indulgent smile, her eyes shining with renewed lust at Hyacinth's weak protest. She lowered her head to place a surprisingly tender kiss between the girl's freckled shoulder blades, soothing her with the caress of her lips. Caitlyn leaned in, kissing Hyacinth's shoulder when Violet pulled away.

 

"Sush, Darling. Don't worry," Caitlyn murmured reassuringly.

 

"Your body will learn to accept whatever Daddy and Papa want to give you," Violet said, moving her hips slightly. "And now, what Papa wants is to fuck that beautiful pussy over and over again until you can't even remember your own name."

 

"Until all you feel is the sensation of our cocks opening and filling you," Caitlyn continued.

 

   Violet punctuated her wife's words with a slow, sensual rocking of her hips, rubbing the thick length of her member against the semen-soaked folds of Hyacinth's sex. The obscene sound of their wetness filled the room, and the lascivious sound sent a shiver of dark anticipation down the Spisak alpha's spine.

 

"Can you do this, Kitten?" Violet asked with false sweetness.

 

   Hyacinth gasped sharply at Violet's thrust, her eyes rolling back. Her knees buckled, and she only stopped herself from falling back because Violet quickly grabbed her hips, keeping her bent over. A position that was making her back ache, unaccustomed to being bent over like this. Hyacinth swallowed hard, her hand trembling in Caitlyn's gentle grip. It took her a few labored breaths to nod almost imperceptibly.

 

"Please…" Hyacinth pleaded, her voice barely audible.

 

   Violet's eyes grew darker with pure lust as she watched Hyacinth's reaction to her thrusts, a mischievous smile spreading across her face as she saw the girl's knees buckle and she could barely hold herself in position. She tightened her grip on Hyacinth's hips, holding her in place as she slowly withdrew her thick cock until only the tip remained nestled in that tight, soaked heat.

 

"Please, huh?" Violet purred, her voice low and raspy, with renewed desire. "Please what, Kitten? Use your words, my love. Tell Papa what you need."

 

   Hyacinth swallowed, her throat shaking with the effort as she tried to find her voice. She was trembling, her muscles trembling from the effort of remaining bent over, her back and thighs aching from being fucked so fiercely in that position by Violet. But despite the discomfort, despite the exhaustion weighing down her limbs, Hyacinth could feel a pang of desire still simmering deep within her.

 

"Please…" Hyacinth whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I… need you to fill me," she said, as if struggling to express herself in more explicit words.

 

   A shiver ran through Violet's broad body at Hyacinth's shy plea. She felt her cock throb in response, the thick shaft still hard inside the girl's small, fertile body. Violet's large, calloused hands slid down to cup Hyacinth's ass, massaging and squeezing the firm globes as she slowly, teasingly, thrust back into that velvety heat.

   Violet's smile widened into a wild, almost hungry grin at Hyacinth's breathless, whispered plea. She could see the girl's petite body trembling, feel her thick thighs trembling around the thick shaft buried deep within her. But she also couldn't help but notice the gleam of need and desire that still burned in those bleary, exhausted eyes. It made Violet's own arousal surge back with full force.

 

"Fill you, huh?" Violet growled, punctuating her words with a sharp thrust of her hips. "Fill that greedy little cunt with what, Kitten? You'll have to be more specific."

   Slowly, Violet began to grind her hips in a steady rhythm, her thick cock sliding into the slick, semen-filled channel of Hyacinth's sex. The obscene sound of their coupling filled the room as Violet fucked her with deep, deliberate thrusts that hit that special spot deep inside Hyacinth's pussy, repeatedly.

 

"Tell Papa what you need, Hyacinth," Violet coaxed, her voice a low, seductive murmur. "Do you need Papa's big, thick cock filling your hungry cunt? Pounding that sweet little womb until it overflows with our seed? Maybe you need Papa and Daddy to put a baby in that fertile 

belly."

 

   One of Violet's large, calloused hands slid from Hyacinth's hip to spread possessively over the girl's firm belly, her calloused palm covering the curve of her abdomen, pressing against her navel. The alpha could feel Hyacinth's abdominal muscles contract beneath her touch, as if yearning to be filled and rounded with new life.

 

"Is this what you need, my love?" Violet purred, leaning over Hyacinth, her breath hot against the shell of the girl's ear. "To be bred like a true omega, with your belly big and heavy with our baby? Beg for it, Kitten. Beg me to fill you and breed that pussy until it takes."

 

   Despite the exhaustion that leaves her body trembling, Hyacinth feels invigorated by Violet's words. She wants their baby. She wants to be pregnant with Violet's baby and Caitlyn's baby. So she tries to hold herself in the arched position, bracing her knees, supporting herself with her hands. She moves her hips slightly, grinding against Violet's cock.

 

"Yes... please..." Hyacinth moaned, her voice low and barely audible. "I want... your... baby... please... all... of them..."

 

   Violet's eyes gleamed with triumphant hunger as Hyacinth's desperate, breathless plea washed over her. She could feel the renewed energy in the way Hyacinth ground her hips against hers, seeking more of that delicious friction. The desire for a baby, for their baby, was like a live wire between them, crackling with intensity. Violet and Caitlyn exchanged a look of satisfaction. They were getting everything they wanted. And they didn't even have to try.

 

"That's our good girl," Caitlyn praised, her voice husky with lust as she reached out to cup Hyacinth's freckled face.

 

"A little thing hungry for your alpha's seed. And we're going to give it to you, Kitten. We're going to fill that hungry cunt with cum until you swell with our baby."

 

   To emphasize her point, Violet began thrusting into Hyacinth with renewed vigor, her thick cock plunging in and out with the force of her thrusts, the bed frame creaking slightly as Violet took her sweet, submissive omega with wild abandon. Hyacinth's tearful, trembling moans alternated between low and high. Her throat was already raw. The omega bit her lower lip hard to contain a tearful sob. But she let it out when Caitlyn grabbed her chin. The Kiramman alpha moved closer, bringing Hyacinth's face into her lap, her cheek pressed against her firm thigh.

   Violet pressed a hand between Hyacinth's shoulder blades, pushing her against Caitlyn's lap as she fucked her with wild abandon. Caitlyn entwined her long fingers in Hyacinth's sweaty red curls, gently stroking Hyacinth's scalp. Violet reached out with her free hand, massaging Hyacinth's sensitive clitoris with firm strokes. It felt swollen, and she knew it must be aching for touch. The alpha pinched the small bud between her fingers, rolling and tugging as she thrust into Hyacinth's soaked pussy.

 

"I want to feel that belly swell with our baby, Kitten," Violet said, her voice a low, commanding growl. "I want to see those breasts grow heavy with milk as you carry our child. That's what you want too, isn't it, my love? To be plump and glistening with the new life growing inside you?"

 

   Hyacinth nodded lightly against Caitlyn's thigh, tears dripping from her soaked white eyelashes onto the Kiramman alpha's warm skin. A trickle of saliva trickled down the corner of her lips as she let out a second tearful sob. But this only seemed to encourage Violet and Caitlyn. The alpha couple leaned over Hyacinth, meeting in a kiss filled with desire and satisfaction. Their tongues intertwined in a wet, passionate kiss.

   Violet felt a dark thrill as she broke the kiss with Caitlyn to see Hyacinth's tears, to hear those sweet, whimpering sobs of pleasure as she fucked her harder, faster. Every desperate sound spurred her on, making her thrusts brutal and punishing as she chased her climax. She wanted to ruin that pussy, fuck it so intensely that Hyacinth would never forget who she belonged to.

   The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with the creak of the bed frame and Hyacinth's growing whimpers as her pussy began to clench around Violet's cock. The Spisak alpha could feel her own release rushing toward her, her swollen balls tightening as her cock pulsed and twitched within the silken grip of Hyacinth's pussy.

   Hyperstimulated, Hyacinth's pussy trembles around Violet's length, her cum-soaked walls gripping the alpha's cock as if to pull it deeper inside. Hyacinth's orgasm is like a punch to the gut, her exhausted body seemingly shocked as she releases for the seventh time. Hyacinth's eyes roll back in her head, and her body goes limp, only to keep from giving in because Violet holds her firmly curved in the position she desires.

   Violet let out a guttural roar of satisfaction as she felt Hyacinth's vagina clamp down around her like a vise, her velvety walls rippling and vibrating wildly as she came undone once more. Seeing Hyacinth's eyes roll back in her head and her petite body go limp in her arms sent a wave of primal, possessive lust coursing through Violet's veins. She wanted to mark that moment forever, to burn the image into her mind—Hyacinth, utterly destroyed on her cock, trembling with ecstasy.

   The Spisak alpha thrust her hips forward one last time, burying himself balls-deep in Hyacinth's spasming heat. Instantly, a torrent of thick, scalding semen erupted from the bulbous head of Violet's member, hitting Hyacinth's bruised cervix and flooding her unprotected womb with unrelenting force. The alpha ground her pelvis hard against Hyacinth's ass, shooting her semen deep into the girl's vaginal canal as spurt after heavy spurt pumped her full.

   Violet's fingers dug cruelly into the flesh of Hyacinth's hips, leaving more livid bruises behind as she forced her pelvis against the girl's ass again, chasing every last drop of her climax. Violet could feel Hyacinth's pussy greedily ordering her, her soaked walls rippling and vibrating around the thick intrusion. She knew there was no way Hyacinth could avoid pregnancy, not with the sheer volume of semen she and Caitlyn had pumped into her young body, especially after learning Hyacinth was in heat after gaining access to her period-tracking app. Violet could already imagine how Hyacinth's belly would swell with their baby, round and ripe as she carried the cub. The thought made her growl low, a possessive 

sound of dark satisfaction.

 

"That's it, Kitten," Violet gasped harshly.

 

"She's out, Vi," Caitlyn said, stroking her sweet girl's scalp. "Completely passed out."

 

   A dark sense of pride and possessiveness washed over Violet as she gazed at Hyacinth's prostrate form—she and her wife had pushed that sweet creature to her absolute limit and beyond. Violet and Caitlyn had not only claimed that pussy completely, but had also built a new life within it, Violet was certain. And now, Violet and Caitlyn would be the ones to care for Hyacinth while she recovered from that marathon sex session. They would be the ones to hold and cuddle their precious girl while she slept. They would be the ones to nurture and satisfy her every need.

   Gently shifting Hyacinth, Violet maneuvered her to lie on her side on the bed. She and Caitlyn knew they should clean the girl, but all they wanted was to snuggle with the omega. Caitlyn lay on Hyacinth's back, resting her head on her arm, while Violet fetched a blanket to cover them. When Violet lay down, she wrapped a muscular arm around Hyacinth and Caitlyn, pulling them close, leaving Hyacinth pressed against her bare chest.

 

"I can't believe how easy that was," Violet sighed, closing her eyes.

 

"Too easy, don't you think?" Caitlyn said, nuzzling into the girl's damp hair.

 

"Hmm," Violet murmured.

 

“We have her, Vi," Caitlyn whispered. "That's what matters."

Notes:

Guys, what a shame, but I haven't managed to write chapter twenty yet, I'll try to write it over the weekend, but I have a lot of things to do, I'll let you know on Instagram if I managed to write it or not.

Chapter 20: Black Dahlia

Summary:

Violet wakes Hyacinth up on Sunday morning.

Notes:

TW: Non-consensual somnophilia, non-con in general, gaslight

Hyacinth is SO stupid and innocent.

I wrote this so quickly that I don't think it's decent, but I didn't want to leave you without a chapter. I have classes Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, leaving only Friday free, so I'm going to use the weekend to write and start posting only on Mondays, once a week, so I can focus on college.

   A small, sleepy moan escapes Hyacinth's lips, and her thighs tighten slightly around Violet's head as her sleeping body stirs slightly. The Spisak alpha continues to feast on the omega's abused pussy.

   Violet could feel Hyacinth stirring, could hear the sweet, sleepy moan escaping her soft lips. This spurred her on, making her lick and suckle the girl's pussy with even more fervor. She wanted to wake her girl in the most pleasurable way possible, to chase away the lingering haze of sleep with the sharp, electric thrill of desire.

   Slowly, Violet dragged two calloused fingers through the cum-slick, swollen folds of Hyacinth's pussy, feeling her girl's inner muscles contract and vibrate at the touch. She swirled her tongue around the girl's sensitive clit, stroking and teasing the delicate bud.

   Violet felt Hyacinth's thighs tighten around her head, heard her breathing become faster and shallower. She knew the girl was waking, felt the sleep slowly draining from her limbs as arousal began to take its place. Wanting to savor more of that sweet, ambrosial essence, the alpha slowly pressed two thick fingers into Hyacinth's heat, gently curling them to caress the soft walls.

   When Hyacinth wakes, gasping, her first instinct is to whimper loudly. Her hips undulate against Violet's face. With a gasp, Hyacinth tenses, her breath catching in her throat, as her hands instinctively tangle in the alpha's pink hair. She moans louder when Violet hits a spot deep inside her that makes her arch her back and close her eyes.

 

"Vi…olet" Hyacinth stammered, already panting.

 

   Violet felt Hyacinth's fingers tangle desperately in her short hair as the omega gasped and writhed under her ministrations. She heard the needy, breathless way she moaned her name, and it sent the older woman's own arousal soaring. She wanted to make her girl scream, reduce her to an incoherent, pleasure-drunk mess, just like she had been the night before.

   With a low, hungry growl against Hyacinth's pussy, Violet redoubled her efforts, sucking her girl's sensitive clitoris between her lips before flicking the sensitive bud quickly with the tip of her tongue. At the same time, she pressed a third finger into the girl's dripping cunt, pumping them in and out in a steady, sensual rhythm designed to drive her wild with lust. Exactly how she wanted her to be.

 

“Oh my..” Hyacinth gasped loudly feeling the intrusion of Violet’s fingers widen as the alpha added a third finger. “No.. It’s too much..” She whimpers, tightening her grip on Violet’s short hair.

 

   Violet growled against Hyacinth's slick folds, the vibrations sending delicious shivers through the younger woman's sensitive flesh. She could feel the omega's silky walls vibrating and clenching around her three thick fingers pumping in and out of her tight, dripping channel. The way Hyacinth's hips undulated against her face, seeking more of that intense pleasure, only spurred the Spisak alpha on.

 

"Too much, Kitten?" Violet murmured, her voice husky and seductive against Hyacinth's sex. "Your greedy little pussy doesn't think so. She's sucking me in, like she never wants to let me go."

 

   To punctuate her words, Violet curled her fingers sharply, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves deep within Hyacinth's core. At the same time, she sealed her lips around the girl's hard, throbbing clit and sucked hard, licking the swollen bud with the tip of her tongue.

 

"Oh my... fuck..." Hyacinth moaned loudly, rolling her eyes.

 

   The girl's thighs tighten around Violet's head. So tightly that it makes the alpha think she'd happily die suffocating in her sweet, quivering omega's cunt. Hyacinth's back arches again as she wraps one of her short legs around the older woman’s broad, tattooed back.

   Violet moaned deeply as Hyacinth's leg wrapped around her back, pulling her closer. The way her girl's thighs tightened around her head, holding her so tightly, made Violet's heart race with a primal, possessive hunger. She could feel Hyacinth's arousal coating her chin, taste it on her lips, and it only fueled the fire burning inside her. She had to make sure this girl would be hers and her wife until their last breath.

 

"That's it, Kitten," Violet purred, her voice a low, guttural rumble against Hyacinth's slick folds. "Ride my face, use me for your pleasure. I want to feel that needy cunt spasm and clench as you come on my tongue."

 

   The Spisak alpha felt Hyacinth's body contract, and knew her climax was fast approaching. With a hungry grunt, she kept up her efforts, sucking hard on the girl's throbbing clit while thrusting her fingers in and out of her with wild abandon. She wanted to taste Hyacinth's release, feel it flood her mouth and coat her throat as she slurped down every last drop.

 

"Come on, Kitten," Violet urged, her words vibrating deliciously against Hyacinth's sensitive flesh. "Let go. Give yourself completely to me."

 

   Hyacinth's body was trembling. Her breathing was labored as if she'd just run a marathon, her full breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her grip on Violet's hair tightened almost painfully. Hyacinth swallowed hard. Her entire body felt sore, as if she'd been beaten. Which was true... she'd just taken the biggest dick-fucking she could ever hope to experience.

 

"No... I can't..." She whimpered, her eyes wet with tears.

 

   The alpha could feel Hyacinth's body trembling against hers, hear her ragged breaths as her girl teetered on the edge of an explosive climax. The way her fingers tightened almost painfully in her short hair, and the way Hyacinth's moans grew more tearful as tears welled in the corners of her eyes, only served to inflame her desire. Violet wanted to push Hyacinth over the edge, to make her fall apart completely in her arms.

 

"Yes, you can," Violet growled, her voice husky and commanding. "Give yourself to me, Hyacinth. I command you."

 

   With that, Violet took Hyacinth's clitoris between her lips again, sucking hard while pumping her fingers at a brutal pace, each brutal thrust hitting that spongy spot deep inside the girl's cunt. At the same time, she reached out with her other hand to twist and tug at one of the hard peaks that crowned Hyacinth's full breasts, rolling the sensitive bud between her fingers.

   As if her omega instincts yield to Violet's dominant command, Hyacinth's cunt spurts her orgasm against the three thick, calloused fingers lodged in her heat. Hyacinth comes with a shaky gasp. Not a moan, not a whimper. Just a gasp as she rolls her eyes back and lets her head fall back onto the pillow.

   The moment Violet felt Hyacinth's silken walls clamp around her fingers like a vise, she knew her girl had reached her peak. For the eighth time in less than twenty-four hours. The girl's body went rigid, her back arching sharply as she let out a strangled gasp of pure pleasure. Violet watched those beautiful golden eyes roll back in her head before closing as ecstasy washed over her like a wave.

   The older woman moaned deeply as she felt Hyacinth's release gushing around her penetrating fingers, the warm, slick essence coating her hand and trickling down her wrist. She could feel the girl's cunt contracting violently, the muscles contracting and rippling as the intense orgasm ripped through her. It was the most exquisite sensation, and Violet found herself growing dizzy with the primal satisfaction of reducing Hyacinth to such a state of incoherent ecstasy.

   Slowly and gently, Violet eased her grip, letting her fingers slip from Hyacinth's still-pulsing channel as she placed open-mouthed kisses on the inside of her thighs. She could feel the girl trembling beneath her, her breath coming in shuddering gasps as she slowly came down from the peak of her climax.

 

"That's my good girl," Violet murmured softly, her voice rough, lust lingering in her tone. "I knew you wouldn't resist my touch for long."

 

   Hyacinth's grip on Vi's hair had loosened, and now her small hands were resting against her stomach. She looked boneless, exhausted, used, and abused. But content. Her freckled skin was flushed, covered in a fine sheen of sweat and covered in many of Caitlyn and Violet's marks. The girl gasps, her breath shaky. Her eyes are still closed, as if she's hoping to fall back asleep. Little does she know, Violet is just getting started.

   Despite Hyacinth's state of utter destruction, Violet still felt her own arousal throb with a fierce, insistent need. The taste of her omega's release, the feel of her silken walls clinging desperately to her fingers, only served to inflame the hunger burning in her veins. She was hard as steel, her cock straining toward Hyacinth's still trembling, open thighs with a will of its own.

 

"Hyacinth, Kitten…" Violet murmured, her voice a low, seductive purr as she nestled between the girl's trembling thighs. "I need you to be a good girl for me and let Papa cum inside that pretty little cunt. I'm so close, Kitten. I just need you to let me fill you."

 

   To emphasize her point, the alpha rolled her hips forward, letting the thick, wet head of her member kiss and caress Hyacinth's smooth, swollen folds. She could feel how soaked and ready the girl still was, could feel how her body ached to be filled and stretched around her throbbing cock. The thought of pumping another heavy load deep into Hyacinth's young, fertile pussy made Violet's own arousal surge with a fierce, possessive hunger.

 

"Let Papa breed with that sweet little cunt, Kitten?" Violet urged softly, her calloused hands rubbing the omega's trembling stomach muscles. "I promise I'll make you feel so good. I'll fill you until you're dripping with my seed. Doesn't that sound delicious, my love?"

 

“You want it.. again?” Hyacinth gasped, almost scared. “I don’t know.. if I can do it.. if I can.. take it.”

 

   Violet felt a pang of hurt and anger at Hyacinth's hesitant, almost fearful, words. She pulled back slightly, frowning as if hurt. For a moment, the alpha allowed a flicker of uncertainty to cross her face, as if her omega's hesitation had touched something sensitive.

 

"You don't want to, Kitten?" Violet asked softly, a hint of embarrassment in her tone. "I thought... I mean, you seemed to have so much fun before. I must be losing my touch if a young girl like you doesn't want me anymore."

 

   Violet let out a low, self-deprecating laugh, shaking her head slightly. She knew it was a lie, knew her own arousal was still smoldering, but she wanted to make Hyacinth feel guilty for even considering denying it. The alpha's ego demanded satisfaction, and she would get it, one way or another.

 

"I understand if you're really sore, of course." Violet sighed. "I know I'm not a young woman anymore, and I was probably a little rough with you. I just thought... well, I... hoped you'd want to make love again. Clearly, I was wrong."

 

   The Spisak alpha made to roll away from Hyacinth, disappointment and embarrassment radiating from every line of her body. She knew the girl would feel terrible for hurting her, and that the guilt would quickly turn into a desperate need for reparation. It was a tactic as old as time, but Violet knew it would work on an innocent little thing like Hyacinth.

 

"No, no!" Hyacinth hurried, her voice high with nervousness, sitting up in bed and wrapping her arms around Violet's shoulders, pressing her chest against hers. "No, Violet... Vi, please... please, I want..." She gasped nervously. The omega knelt on the mattress, nervous. She was inexperienced, and it showed in the hesitant way her kisses brushed the skin of Violet's shoulder and neck.

 

   Violet felt Hyacinth's slender arms wrap around her shoulders, the girl's soft breasts pressing urgently against her chest. She could feel the nervousness radiating from her sweet girl, could hear the sharp edge in her voice as she hurriedly tried to reassure her. It made the alpha's heart clench with a cruel, twisted satisfaction. She had Hyacinth exactly where she wanted her—desperate to please and make up for daring to hesitate in giving her what she wanted.

 

"I don't want to pressure you, Kitten." Violet let out a heavy sigh. "I just... I thought you liked being with me, liked the way I touch you... clearly, I was wrong."

 

   The alpha shook her head slightly, as if disappointed in herself. She knew her words were profound, and she felt Hyacinth's grip tighten with the omega's growing anguish. She knew Hyacinth would be easily manipulated, but this was too easy. So easy it made her want to laugh.

 

"Please, don't feel obligated to do something you don't want to do," Violet said. "I'm old... and I got a little carried away, thinking... well, hoping... that you'd want us as much as we want you."

 

   Hyacinth's inexperience and innocence were like putty in Violet's manipulative hands. She played with the girl's emotions, twisting her guilt until it became the only thing she could focus on. And as Violet felt Hyacinth trembling, felt her breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps against her neck, she knew she had her exactly where she wanted her—desperate to prove her desire, desperate to be a good girl for her.

   Hyacinth gasped sadly. She tightened her grip around Violet's broad shoulders, shifting enough so that her entire body was pressed against the alpha's firmer, broader one. She was silent for a moment, then sighed shakily. Hyacinth swallowed hard, closing her eyes. When she spoke, her soft, sweet voice sounded against Violet's ear.

 

"Did you mean it last night?" she asked hesitantly. "Do you... want my baby?"

 

   Violet's heart raced at Hyacinth's hesitant question, a fierce wave of possessive hunger coursing through her veins. She knew the power her words held over the innocent girl, and she intended to wield that power with ruthless precision. Violet slid her calloused hand down, splaying it possessively over Hyacinth's still-flat belly, her fingers spread wide as if already cradling the life she and Caitlyn intended to plant within her. Her other hand cupped the girl's face, lifting her chin to force eye contact as she stared at her with a melting, hungry expression.

 

"My love, we mean business," the alpha murmured, her voice a low, intense rumble. "We want nothing more than for that little belly to swell with our cubs. We want to feel a new life growing inside you."

 

   Hyacinth nodded hesitantly, licking her lips. She pulled away, sitting up. Her face incredibly flushed, she couldn't look at Violet. The omega hesitated for a few long moments, which began to irritate the alpha. Finally, Hyacinth lay back down, opening her legs for Violet.

 

"I'm in heat," she confessed softly, unaware that Violet and Caitlyn already knew. "You can... try... to get me pregnant."

 

   Violet's heart pounded with triumphant lust as Hyacinth lay back and slowly, hesitantly parted her thighs for her. The admission that she was in heat sent a dark shiver through the alpha's body—though she already knew that, having gained access to the omega's period-tracking app. Violet's cock throbbed and leaked at the thought of breeding a fertile, willing little omega. Violet licked her lips, her gaze roaming hungrily over Hyacinth's glistening sex, swollen and slick with desire.

 

"That's my good girl," Violet purred, her voice husky, low, and seductive. "Exposing yourself like that, offering that delicious cunt to be bred. What a good little omega you are."

 

   Unable to contain herself any longer, Violet settled herself between Hyacinth's spread thighs, her calloused hands gripping the girl's hips with a possessive grip. She could feel the heat radiating from her sweet omega, could smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal perfuming the air. It made the alpha's head spin with desire, her own hips rocking forward to rub the thick, weeping head of her cock against Hyacinth's swollen, slick folds, eliciting small whimpers from the girl.

 

"I'm going to fill that hungry little cunt until it drips with my seed, Kitten," Violet promised, her voice a dark, hungry growl. "I'm going to pump load after load into this fertile body until I'm sure you're carrying our cub."

 

   With that, Violet thrust forward, nestling herself into Hyacinth's silken heat with a powerful thrust of her hips. She groaned at the exquisite sensation of finally being enveloped by her lover, reveling in the way her tight cunt clenched and vibrated around the thick intrusion, stretching her open.

 

"Oh! Oh, Violet…" Hyacinth whimpered, her voice high and breathless. "You're so… big." She stammered, struggling to speak with each firm thrust of the alpha's hips. Her legs were guided by the alpha to wrap around her waist, her ankles locking behind her lower back as if to hold her closer. "I'm… so… full…"

 

   Despite the initial discomfort, Hyacinth felt her body beginning to adjust, her inner muscles beginning to ripple and tighten around the thick cock stretching her open. She rocked her hips tentatively, experiencing the still unfamiliar sensation of being so completely filled and stretched by Violet's cock.

   Violet moaned gutturally as Hyacinth's smooth, velvety walls tightened and vibrated around his sensitive shaft, gripping it like a hot, wet fist. The way the girl's supple body surrendered to her, opening so sweetly to receive her, set the alpha's blood ablaze with lust. She rocked her hips, rubbing herself against Hyacinth's cervix as she savored the exquisite sensation of her omega's silky heat enveloping every thick inch of her aching cock.

 

"Fuck, Kitten, you feel like heaven," Violet gasped, her voice husky with desire. "Your greedy little cunt is squeezing me so tightly, like you never want to let me go."

 

   Unable to resist the urge to move, Violet began to thrust, pulling back until only the tip remained nestled in Hyacinth's dripping entrance before thrusting again, burying herself to the hilt with a single, powerful thrust of her hips. She set a strong, pulsing rhythm, the obscene slap of flesh against flesh filling the space as she thrust into Hyacinth with increasing fervor. The alpha felt the girl's body begin to move beneath her, her hips rolling to meet each vigorous thrust. It spurred her on, made her growl in dark satisfaction as she approached Hyacinth, a commanding, conquering presence.

   Hyacinth could barely catch her breath as Violet thrust into her, the wet sound of her dripping sex being pounded so hard it filled her ears. She clung to Violet's broad shoulders, her blunt nails digging into the tattooed skin as electric jolts of pleasure coursed through her nerves with each powerful thrust. Panting heavily, her cheeks flushing a deep, rosy red, Hyacinth tightened her ankles around Violet's waist and began instinctively rocking her hips in sync with the alpha's.

   Despite her breathless cries, Hyacinth's hips continued to undulate, meeting Violet's thrusts with increasing enthusiasm. The pleasure was almost unbearable, the sensation of Violet's thick shaft plunging in and out of her sensitive, aching sex pushing her ever closer to climax. But she felt herself growing accustomed to the intense sensation, her body beginning to crave the relentless, pulsing rhythm of Violet's lovemaking.

   Violet could feel Hyacinth's petite body beginning to tremble beneath her, her breathless moans and desperate cries spurring her lust. The way the girl's thighs trembled and tightened around her waist, the way her velvet walls rippled and compressed around his ravenous shaft, told the alpha that Hyacinth was on the verge of another monumental climax. Determined to push her over the edge and make her scream in ecstasy, Violet redoubled her efforts, thrusting into her omega with wild abandon.

 

“Fuck, Kitten, you’re so tight,” Violet growled. “Squeezing me like you never want to let go. I can feel you trembling, feel that sweet cunt vibrating around my cock. You’re going to cum, aren’t you, Kitten? You’re going to cum on my cock like a good omega.”

 

   Violet's hand snaked between their sweat-soaked bodies, her calloused fingers finding Hyacinth's aching, swollen clit. She rubbed the sensitive nub in tight, rapid circles, feeling it throb and swell beneath her touch. At the same time, Violet bent slightly to capture Hyacinth's mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue plundering the hot cavern and tangling with her omega's.

 

"That's it, Kitten, come for me," Violet commanded against Hyacinth's lips, her voice a low, commanding growl. "Squeeze this cock, rip it hard. I want to feel every perfect spasm in this cunt as you scream my name."

 

   Violet could feel her own release approaching, the coil of heat in her belly tightening as she thrust into Hyacinth with wild, animalistic abandon. She was close, so close, and she knew Hyacinth's climax would be the catalyst she needed to fill her omega's womb with her seed. Violet's hand rubbed Hyacinth's clit with increasing pressure, her hips bucking hard as she grunted and growled through her teeth.

   Hyacinth threw her head back with a shriek, her spine arching as Violet's fingers on her clit drove her mercilessly toward ecstasy. Her pussy clenched violently around Vi's throbbing shaft, her silky walls rippling and clenching as if trying to extract every last drop of semen from the thick cock ripping her open. Hyacinth's nails raked Violet's back, leaving red marks of passion in their wake as she clung to her alpha, her body trembling and shuddering with the force of her climax.

 

"Violet…" Hyacinth moaned, her voice cracking with a scream of ecstasy.

 

   Hyacinth's hips bucked and jerked wildly as she rose, her juices gushing around Violet's shaft, soaking the sheets beneath them. The sensation of her alpha's seed exploding deep inside her, painting her insides with thick streams of hot, virile semen, only intensified her pleasure. She could feel it, pumping into her in heavy spurts as Violet's cock twitched and pulsed against her vibrating walls, stretching her impossibly.

   Violet's hips bucked erratically as she emptied herself inside Hyacinth, thick streams of scalding semen pumping into her omega's spasming channel. His shaft pulsed and twitched with each heavy spurt, painting Hyacinth's velvety walls white as she pumped what felt like liters of semen directly into her womb.

 

"That's it, Kitten…" Violet growled, sweat beading on her temple. "Milk my cock. I'm going to breed this sweet cunt, fill you with my cum until it takes!”

 

   For Hyacinth, the feeling of Violet filling her was the most delicious sensation, the ultimate proof of Violet's virility and dominance. As the last jets of semen pumped into Hyacinth's supple body, the alpha collapsed against her with a low, satisfied groan, crushing the girl beneath her much larger body.

 

"I wonder…" Hyacinth gasped. "Lavender… wants siblings?"

Notes:

Hyacinth is finally getting vocal during sex hehe

So guys... I'm an asexual virgin who doesn't consume much porn, so this chapter and Friday's are my first times writing smut... I'm a bit insecure about it, to be honest, because I have no idea what I'm doing.

Chapter 21: Columbine

Summary:

Caitlyn and Violet have a brief conversation with Hyacinth.

The Kiramman alpha is informed of something.

Notes:

Little chat, cute moments between them, I don't really know what to say

"Seriously, Vi?"

 

   Violet lifts her head to look at her wife standing in the bedroom doorway. Caitlyn's injured eye is covered by a violet eye patch and she's dressed in a comfortable-looking sweatsuit. In her pale hands with long, thin fingers, she carries a breakfast tray with scrambled eggs, fried bacon, a serving of cut fruit, and a cup of tea.

 

"I told you to wake her up and help her clean up." Caitlyn sighed, walking over to place the tray on the bedside table.

 

   Hyacinth, asleep again, rests her head on Violet's muscular thigh while the alpha smokes a cigarette. Violet shrugs slightly, unashamed of her nakedness. Caitlyn clearly knows what happened in her absence. And she's indifferent, because she knows she would have done the same if the roles were reversed.

 

"I woke her up," Violet says sarcastically.

 

"You fucked her." Caitlyn said, crossing her arms over her chest.

 

"Well, obviously." Violet shrugged.

 

"I'm going to wake Lavender. You better have her cleaned and fed when I get back with our daughter," the Kiramman alpha practically ordered before leaving the room.

 

[...]

 

   On the second floor of the Kiramman mansion, a few doors to the right of Caitlyn and Violet's room, is the room decorated in shades of purple, with lilac wallpaper and white rococo ornaments, featuring a black-and-white cat lying on the lavender armchair in front of the unlit fireplace. This is Lavender's room, always smelling of the floral scent of lavender. In the single bed, under the white duvet, the purple-haired cub is fast asleep. Oblivious to her father approaching her bed.

   Caitlyn sits on the edge of the single bed, reaching out a pale hand to brush a strand of purple hair from her daughter's freckled face. Lavender remains oblivious, sound asleep. Mr. Top Hat, the cat, leaps from the lavender armchair in front of the unlit fireplace and runs to the bed. He jumps onto the bed, his small, black-and-white body curling up as he snuggles at Lavender's feet.

 

“Sprout..”

 

   Caitlyn's voice is a soft, gentle call. She wants to wake her daughter, but she knows she stayed up late waiting for Hyacinth, who never showed up because she was too busy with her and Violet in the other room. Tobias spent the whole night by her side, watching classic Disney movies in the movie room. Caitlyn has felt guilty ever since her mother told her about it this morning in the kitchen.

   The cub, however, doesn't stir. She remains sound asleep, hugging the bunny plush that matches her cousin Isha's plush. Lavender's breathing is soft, and her freckled face has such a serene expression that Caitlyn decides to let her daughter sleep longer. Then, the alpha gets up, adjusts the comforter over the cub, and watches Mr. Top Hat, the cat, move to snuggle into a ball of black and white fur on Lavender's back.

 

[...]

 

"Wake up, Kitten," Violet urged, her voice deep and soothing. "Come on, my love. Let me take care of you."

 

   Hyacinth stirred at the sound of Violet's voice, her long, white eyelashes fluttering as she slowly returned to wakefulness. When her eyes opened and met Violet's gaze, the alpha offered her a warm, comforting smile, her hand gently caressing the girl's cheek.

 

"How are you feeling, Kitten?" the alpha asked, brushing her thumb against Hyacinth's full bottom lip. "I need you to be honest with me, okay? I know we were a little... rough with you last night."

 

"Uh," Hyacinth groaned sleepily, closing her eyes again.

 

   The omega stretched slightly, turning on the mattress so that her back was to Violet. Her head fell from the alpha's thigh to the mattress. Her red curls were completely messy, making Violet wonder how long it would take Hyacinth to untangle those long, tangled strands. Violet gently ran her fingers through the girl's silky locks, trying to untangle some of the larger tangles with careful, patient strokes.

 

"How about we take a nice, warm bath together, Kitten?" Violet murmured softly, her voice husky and comforting. "I think you deserve a chance to relax and unwind after last night. And I promise to be gentle with you this time, okay?"

 

   Hyacinth stretches, arching her back slightly. She lifts a hand to rub her eyes, her movements lethargic and drowsy. She lets out another small, sleepy groan as she feels the soft crackle of her spine as she stretches. The omega turns back to Violet, wrapping her arm around the alpha's bare thighs. Her nose presses against the side of Violet's muscular thigh.

 

"I want to sleep more," Hyacinth asks, sleepily, her eyes closed.

 

   Violet knew the girl was probably exhausted from the marathon sex session, but she also knew they had an important obligation to their daughter. Gently, Violet brushed some unruly curls from Hyacinth's face, her fingertips gently gliding over the delicate curve of her cheek. She felt Hyacinth stretch again against her thigh.

 

"I know you're tired, Kitten, but I think you'll have to sleep later," Violet said softly, her voice a low, gentle murmur. "Lavender is probably waking up now, and she'll want to see her beautiful Mommy. Do you think you can wake up for her, my love?"

 

“Hm...” Hyacinth groaned, then stood up after a moment of silence, sitting slightly hunched over. “I don’t think I can walk,” she said sleepily.

 

   Violet chuckled softly, a deep, rumbling sound echoing in her chest as she watched Hyacinth's hunched posture and her sleepy, unsteady movements. Pride and a hint of dark satisfaction curved her lips into a playful smile. She stood and effortlessly scooped the omega into her strong arms, cradling the girl against her chest as if she weighed nothing.

 

"Well, I guess this means we did a pretty good job last night, despite these old bones," Violet teased, gently squeezing Hyacinth's bottom as she carried her to the bathroom. "Not every alpha can leave their omega too exhausted to walk the next day. Cait and I must be doing something right."

 

[...]

 

   As Caitlyn leaves the purple-decorated bedroom, leaving Lavender and Mr. Top Hat, the cat, sleeping on the single bed, she feels her phone vibrate in the pocket of her sweatpants. The alpha sighs, rubbing her face. She knows the call has something to do with work, and although she wants to spend the day without having to think about it, just enjoying her omega and her cub, she knows she has to answer. So that's exactly what Caitlyn does.

 

"Commander Kiramman."

 

   The voice on the other end belonged to Sergeant Loris Andros, a friend of Violet's who had joined the Enforcers around the same time as the Spisak alpha. The two often went out drinking and spent countless hours in the Kiramman Estate garage tinkering with muscle cars they bought to renovate and pass the time. It was something even Lavender appreciated, though she never wanted to get her little hands dirty with motor oil or grease.

 

"Good morning, Loris," Caitlyn greeted, stepping away from her daughter's bedroom door, but not heading toward her own. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your call on a Sunday morning?" she asked wryly.

 

"I must say, Caitlyn..." Loris sighed. "It's a displeasure to break this news to you. But I preferred to tell you first rather than Vi."

 

"What is it?" Caitlyn asked, growing impatient. "Hurry up."

 

“Deckard was being transferred to Darkin Prison when the bus crashed,” Loris explains.

 

"Go ahead, Loris," Caitlyn says, even though she knows exactly where this news will lead.

 

"He's among seven of the escaped prisoners who haven't been found yet."

 

[...]

 

   Hyacinth is hunched forward, drowsy even after the hot bath Violet helped her clean, as she eats a forkful of scrambled eggs. Her face is still slightly flushed from the redness that covered her cheeks as she was so intimately helped to wash under the hot water, though she knew it was necessary, as her legs felt like jelly.

   Violet was gentle as she washed the omega, supporting her with a strong arm to keep her upright. The alpha tried her best to keep her touches light and careful, because despite her hunger, she knew she and Caitlyn had worn the little omega out beyond her endurance. And that was made clear the moment they made Hyacinth pass out between them.

 

"Here, Kitten." Violet placed a change of clothes on the edge of the bed.

 

   The alpha was dressed in black cargo pants and a compression top, both matching her sneakers. Her hair, still damp and a mess of unruly pink strands, was combed back by Violet's thick fingers. Hyacinth glanced discreetly out of the corner of her eye, swallowing her chewed scrambled eggs. Noticing the smile on the alpha's lips, she looked away, her face flushing again.

 

"What's up, Kitten?" Violet asked, laughing. "Are you embarrassed to look at me? After everything we've done?" she teased.

 

   Hyacinth groans slightly, embarrassed. She sniffs, using her left hand to rub her left cheek, hot and flushed beneath her freckles. She doesn't look at Violet. And while this irritates Violet, it also amuses her, leaving her torn between such disparate emotions. The alpha chuckles lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed. She props her large body on one hand, leaning toward Hyacinth.

 

"Come on, Kitten," Violet purrs, nuzzling Hyacinth's cheek. "Look at your alpha, my love," she says, her voice low and husky.

 

"Mrs. Spisak…" Hyacinth gasps, cringing a little.

 

“Oh, no. No, Kitten,” Violet scolded, tilting her head. “You call me Vi. Violet, at most. You’re mine, remember?”

 

   Hyacinth swallowed hard, breathing hard. She let herself be carried away when Violet wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her onto her lap as if she weighed no more than a rag doll. The omega settled into Violet’s lap, tucking the plush robe around her legs, covering herself better, though she knew there was nothing beneath the robe to hide, since Violet and Caitlyn had seen her so intimately.

   Violet nuzzled into Hyacinth’s neck, breathing in the lavender scent of Caitlyn’s shampoo and a sweet, unnameable aroma that seemed to be part of Hyacinth’s sweet being. The alpha glanced at the door as Caitlyn entered and smiled mischievously. She tightened her grip on Hyacinth’s waist, pulling her closer. Hyacinth gasps shakily as Violet's large, calloused hand finds its way inside her robe and splays itself possessively across her belly.

 

“Our Kitten still hasn’t learned what to call us, Cupcake,” Violet teased, her voice a low purr.

 

   Caitlyn approaches the bed, resting a knee on the mattress and reaching out to cup Hyacinth's face. She stops, however, when she sees the slight shrug of the omega's shoulders. It's almost imperceptible, but she notices it. Yet, when Hyacinth relaxes, as if unaware of her own tension, Caitlyn places her hand on the omega's cheek, her thumb brushing against the bruise on the girl's lower lip.

 

"Let her get used to it, Vi," Caitlyn says softly. Almost too sweetly. "We were too hasty..."

 

"No," Hyacinth says, a little hesitantly, but nevertheless, she interrupts Caitlyn. "It was perfect."

 

   Caitlyn and Violet exchange a brief look. They clearly remember Hyacinth crying, begging, pleading, struggling, all for them to stop. They know they took the girl by force. And they know they tainted this innocent girl. But they also know that innocence persists. Hyacinth saw no harm in their actions. And that was wonderful for them, that they could continue to manipulate her into accepting them at any time.

 

"Did you think so, Darling?" Caitlyn asked, as if surprised.

 

"Did our Kitten think our first time was perfect?" Violet asked, nuzzling into the omega's neck.

 

"Uh... well..." Hyacinth stammered.

 

   Violet chuckled softly, snuggling into her girl's neck. Caitlyn smiled, her thumb lightly rubbing the girl's lower lip before tugging on it. The Kiramman alpha leaned toward the omega, watching as Hyacinth closed her eyes. Her smile widened, and she closed the distance between them, finally pressing her lips against the girl's soft, full ones.

   Both alphas felt Hyacinth tense slightly. They realized then that despite their haste in taking her, she was still inexperienced and hesitant to show affection. It was clear to them that she had never been touched before. And that satisfied them. Hyacinth was theirs now. And would be theirs alone forever.

 

"Finish your breakfast and get dressed, Darling," Caitlyn says softly against the girl's lips. "And then we can wake our daughter." She pulls away, looking fondly at Hyacinth.

 

"You two... really..." Hyacinth cleared her throat hesitantly.

 

"What, Kitten?" Violet asked, squeezing the girl's waist.

 

"Uh... I mean..." The omega lowered her head slightly. "Are you two really... okay... with all… this?" She asked, nervously playing with her own fingers.

 

"Oh, Darling..." Caitlyn sighed. "Are you okay with this?"

 

"I mean, you're the only one getting involved with old women like us," Violet teased.

 

"Oh, please." Hyacinth sighed. "You're not... old."

 

"No?" the alpha couple asked simultaneously.

 

"Hmm," Hyacinth muttered, shrugging.

 

   Caitlyn and Violet chuckled lightly, amused by the sweet omega's embarrassment. It was clear Hyacinth didn't want to call them old, though deep down, she knew it was true. After all, the alpha couple were in their forties, while Hyacinth was just turning nineteen. There was a massive age difference of over twenty years between them. Besides, Hyacinth was only eleven years older than Lavender, though now Violet and Caitlyn considered her their cub's mother.

 

"It's okay, Kitten," Violet says, kissing the girl's neck before pulling away. "We know we're too old for a sweet omega like you."

 

"Don't say that," Hyacinth says, frowning. "You're perfect."

 

"You're so sweet, Darling." Caitlyn smiles, caressing the omega's cheek. "You're perfect too. Our perfect Mommy."

 

   Hyacinth bit the inside of her cheek before laughing an embarrassed laugh as she buried her face in Violet's neck. The alpha couple smiled slightly at the sweet omega's obvious embarrassment. Violet lightly squeezed the girl's waist, pulling her closer to her chest.

 

"You're so easily embarrassed, Kitten," Violet teased.

 

"Leave her, Vi," Caitlyn scolded, reaching out to stroke the omega's back. "She's perfect like this. Our sweet girl."

 

"You embarrass me," Hyacinth murmured softly, her voice muffled against Violet's neck. "I don't like... this..."

 

"This what, Kitten?" Violet asked, reaching out to cup the back of the girl's neck.

 

"It seems like I'm... silly," the omega whispered, embarrassed.

 

"Oh, Darling." Caitlyn sighed.

 

   The Kiramman alpha was genuinely touched by Hyacinth's innocent embarrassment. She knew—and her wife knew—that the omega was very innocent, very easily manipulated, and she knew she was somewhat shy and embarrassed about her body. But knowing that Hyacinth seemed so lacking in self-esteem that a simple compliment made her feel embarrassed, and feeling silly for embarrassing herself left a mischievous feeling in her chest. She liked Hyacinth like this, and she wanted to keep her that way.

 

"You're not silly, my love," Violet says softly, equally pleased as Caitlyn.

 

"It's beautiful that you're pure enough to be embarrassed by simple compliments," Caitlyn compliments, leaning in to kiss Hyacinth's covered shoulder. "Vi and I think this is perfect, Darling. It shows us that you're the perfect mother for Lavender. Your innocence suits each other."

 

"You... think so?" Hyacinth lifted her head to look at Caitlyn.

 

   Caitlyn reveled in the sight of Hyacinth's flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips. She looked like a nymph, gazing at her with those large, bright golden eyes. Caitlyn smiled, leaning in and leaving a peck on the girl's rosy lips. When she pulled away, she felt Hyacinth leaning toward her, chasing her, as if wanting more. Then the alpha gave her just that.

   Hyacinth closed her eyes as Caitlyn's lips covered hers again. The omega sighed softly when she felt the alpha's warm, moist tongue brush against her lips. She parted her lips, allowing Caitlyn to invade the moist cavern of her mouth. Hyacinth tried to match the slow pace of the kiss, but she was still inexperienced. She didn't yet know how to reciprocate.

   Violet moves her hand from Hyacinth's waist to the girl's breast. She squeezes lightly, gently. With her other hand, she pulls back the fabric of the terrycloth robe, exposing the omega's freckled shoulder. Violet leans in, trailing kisses across the pale, freckled skin. She kisses the darker hickeys on the girl's throat. Caitlyn breaks the kiss, pulling away slightly.

 

"Finish your breakfast, Darling," Caitlyn urges softly. "There's a sleeping young lady who's been waiting anxiously all night for you."

 

"Oh, no," Hyacinth gasped. "She hasn't seen me since breakfast... Oh, poor thing," she said, covering her mouth with her hand. "I need to see her."

 

"Finish breakfast, Kitten," Violet insisted. "Then we can find our daughter," she said, before planting another kiss on the girl's freckled shoulder.

 

"I like it when you say that," Hyacinth said, a little shyly.

 

"Hm, yes?" Violet asked, smiling against the omega's skin. "Do you like being Lavender's Mommy?"

 

"Uh-huh..." Hyacinth nodded slightly.

 

"We like this too, Hyacinth," Caitlyn says, smiling at the omega.

 

"We've been waiting for this, Kitten," Violet says against the girl's skin.

 

   It was true, of course. Although Violet hadn't said it from the start, she found Hyacinth to be delicately, angelically beautiful, with an almost sickening sweetness that made her wonder how good she would be for Lavender. Ever since she had arranged the arrangements for her new relationship with her wife, she had been thirsting for Hyacinth. She wanted to satisfy a long-held desire to have several puppies. And she would do it with Hyacinth.

Notes:

Next chapter on next Monday.

Chapter 22: Nelumbo nucifera

Summary:

Lavender has a minor meltdown. Caitlyn confesses something to Hyacinth.

Notes:

Hello my dear readers, sorry for the delay. I had an accident and injured my wrist, so I wasn't able to write. My sister finished writing this chapter today since she came to visit me. It was really weird because I had to dictate things to her. This chapter didn't go as planned, but I couldn't make my sister write smut because I would be mortified.

   Lavender's laughter echoes through Caitlyn and Violet's shared office. The alpha couple should be working, checking on new cases, new political deals, and whatever complicated nonsense they have to deal with as the commander and captain of the Piltover Enforcers, but they can't concentrate while their cub and omega are playing on the elaborate rug so large it takes up almost the entire length of the alphas' desks.

   Hyacinth bends down again, peppering Lavender's face with kisses. Her nimble hands poke the little girl's sides, tickling her. Lavender laughs a loud, giggle laugh that echoes through the office. She squirms beneath her mother, kicking her little feet.

 

"Mommy! Mommy, enough!" she begs, laughing, cackling. "Enough!" she shouts, laughing.

 

"Enough?" Hyacinth asks, amused, pulling away slightly.

 

   Lavender takes a deep breath, letting her small body relax against the rug. She breathes heavily, her arms and legs stretched out in a star position. Hyacinth reaches out and strokes the little girl's flushed cheek; instinctively, the cub leans into the older omega's touch. Caitlyn watches intently. Violet is silently taking a picture.

 

"I want to paint!" Lavender says, jumping up and throwing herself onto Hyacinth's chest. "Let's paint, Mommy!"

 

"Oh, of course." Hyacinth smiles, rubbing the cub's back. "Let's paint something pretty for Daddy and Papa." She kisses Lavender's forehead.

 

   Violet licks her lips as she hears Hyacinth address them as Daddy and Papa for the first time. She discovers it's something she likes to hear. And she likes it in a very different way than when Lavender called her. Caitlyn clears her throat, and Violet is sure her wife feels the same.

   Standing up with the cub in her lap, Hyacinth rests Lavender on her hip and nuzzles her face into the little girl's purple hair, breathing in the lavender scent. The little omega wraps her arms around her mother's neck, clinging to her. Hyacinth smiles, rocking Lavender with a small hip sway. It's a slow, motherly kind of sway, the kind a mother naturally has. Sweet, maternal, the kind that lulls you to sleep easily.

   Caitlyn stood, leaving the paperwork behind on her desk and walking over to her sweet omegas. She stopped behind Hyacinth, placing her hands gently on the redheaded omega's hips. The alpha leaned in slightly to kiss the red curls. Violet stood up too, approaching from the front. Lavender instinctively reached for her father's arms, nestling herself in her muscular, tattooed embrace.

   The Kiramman alpha reaches out with her left hand across Hyacinth's front and grabs the omega's right hand, tugging gently and forcing her to turn so they're face to face. Keeping their hands intertwined, Caitlyn reaches out with her right hand to hold the omega's waist. Hyacinth smiles, reaching out with her free hand to cup the alpha's cheek. Hyacinth's golden eyes seem to brim with happiness, and it warms Caitlyn's heart.

   Behind Hyacinth's back, Violet is cradling Lavender as if they were dancing. Lavender giggles with amusement as her father leans forward, dropping her close to the ground. The little girl lets go of her hands casually, not bothering to hold on because she knows Violet would never drop her. Lavender throws herself completely backward, arching her back in a perfect arch as she laughs. Finally, Violet picks her up and continues to rock her, rubbing her tattooed cheek against her daughter's.

 

"You seem so natural with Lavender," Caitlyn complimented, starting to sway with Hyacinth.

 

"You think so?" the omega asked, frowning slightly. "I'm worried about pushing too hard and overwhelming her. I'm very affectionate... I think..."

 

"No. Don't worry about it, please," Caitlyn pleads, lightly squeezing the redheaded girl's waist. "This family appreciates your affection, Hyacinth."

 

"Well, I..." Hyacinth shrugs slightly, then bites her lower lip. "I... appreciate... all of you..." She says shyly. "And... I appreciate our night... together."

 

"Really?" Caitlyn smiles, slowly swaying.

 

"I wish..." Hyacinth licks her lips, then frowns, looking away.

 

"What, Hyacinth?" the alpha insists, curious but gentle.

 

"For it to happen again..." The omega confesses, very quietly.

 

   Caitlyn licks her lips, her pupils dilating as she watches the omega's cheeks flush. She smiles, tightening her grip on Hyacinth's waist and pulling her closer to her chest. She wants to reach down and grab the redhead's soft ass, but she won't do that with her daughter in the same room. So she settles for leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on the omega's full lips. Caitlyn sighs softly when she feels Hyacinth leaning into her, as if trying to deepen the kiss, as if she needs more.

 

"Nuh—uh," Caitlyn whispers, pulling away. "Not now." She watches the girl's brow furrow. "Later. Tonight," Caitlyn promises.

 

   Hyacinth pouts, but accepts, nodding slightly. She leans in, laying her head on Caitlyn's chest. Her small, soft hand squeezes Caitlyn's bony, calloused hand, a subtle, gentle squeeze. As if she needed to be sure Caitlyn wouldn't let go. Caitlyn didn't let go. Not for the half-hour they spent swaying to the sound of Lavender's laughter. Caitlyn wouldn't let go. Never again.

 

[...]

 

   At lunch, Hyacinth looks mortified when she's pulled onto Violet's lap. Her face turns almost as red as her hair. Violet laughs, placing a large hand on Hyacinth's thigh and squeezing tightly. The alpha leans in, kissing the girl's shoulder through her loose, borrowed sweatshirt. The sleeves are rolled up several times so Hyacinth's slender hands can be seen. The omega shifts slightly, sitting sideways on Violet's thick thighs.

 

"Are you enjoying your stay at the Kiramman Estate, Hyacinth?" Cassandra asked, as a maid placed a plate in front of her.

 

   Hyacinth watched with furrowed brows, but relaxed when Violet kissed her jaw. The omega then smiled slightly, nodding. Tobias watched with a weary look, sipping from a glass of wine. Which made Hyacinth wonder if it wasn't too early for this. When she saw another maid pouring a glass for Caitlyn, she realized perhaps not. Although she couldn't help but find it strange.

 

“Yes, ma’am,” Hyacinth finally replied. “It’s a divine gift to be able to spend so much time with Lavender,” she said gently. “It’ll be weird not having her around so much when I get home.”

 

“You’re leaving?!” Lavender, sitting on Caitlyn’s lap, bristled. “You’re leaving me?!”

 

“What?” Hyacinth blinked in surprise.

 

“No, no, Sprout. Mommy’s not leaving,” Caitlyn said, rubbing her cub’s back. “She’s not leaving you.”

 

“But she said she will!” Lavender cried, thrashing in her father’s lap.

 

"No, Lav…" the redheaded omega tries to say, but Lavender grabs the plate of food from the table and throws it at Hyacinth.

 

"You liar!" Lavender screams, trying to grab something else from the table.

 

   As Hyacinth jumps out of Violet's lap, the hot food falling from her lap onto the floor and the plate shattering on the marble, Caitlyn stands up with Lavender in her strong arms, pulling the little girl away from the table. However, Lavender grabs the tablecloth, pulling all the dishes off the table and spilling all the food as Caitlyn pushes her away.

   Violet holds Hyacinth's waist to stop the omega from advancing on Lavender and Caitlyn. The Kiramman alpha, for her part, quickly leaves the kitchen, carrying Lavender in her arms. Tobias sighs, sitting down. He's holding his wine glass in his hand, as if he'd foreseen what would happen. Cassandra, however, looks disappointed. She puts a hand to her forehead, shaking her head slightly.

 

"Vi…" Hyacinth grumbled, trying to free herself.

 

"Quiet, Hyacinth," Violet ordered, somewhat roughly, as she tightened her grip around the omega's waist. "You've already fucking said too much."

 

"But I..."

 

"Enough of that!" Violet released Hyacinth, pushing her lightly. "Don't you understand that I told you to shut the fuck up, you idiot?!"

 

   With that, Violet leaves the kitchen with hurried, heavy steps, leaving Hyacinth behind, her clothes stained with food, her skin burning. Cassandra got up silently and walked away, avoiding the mess. No maids approached yet; they all stood nearby, staring at the floor. Tobias stood, his wineglass in hand. He drank the rest of the wine in two long gulps, set the glass on the messy table, and stretched. He walked over to Hyacinth, placed a hand on her shoulder, and noticed how tense she was, as if trying not to cry. Or, as if she were enraged. 

 

“I’ll take you home,” Tobias says nonchalantly.

 

[...]

 

   When Hyacinth parks her car in front of her apartment building, she still refuses to get out of her pink Honda. Her clothes are still stained with food, her skin is still sensitive. Tobias drove so fast from the Kiramman Estate to the Kiramman Institute that Hyacinth's skin felt like it hadn't cooled yet. The omega made it home in three minutes after breaking every speed limit.

   She realizes she's been sitting in her car for forty minutes when, of all people, Caitlyn Kiramman knocks on her window. Hyacinth sniffs, swallows, cracks her neck, and only then rolls down the window. Caitlyn stares at her for three seconds that seem too long. Hyacinth doesn't look her in the eye, avoiding eye contact as if it would cause her further harm.

 

"Can we talk?" the alpha asks.

 

"How's Lavender?" Hyacinth asks.

 

"Violet's with her."

 

"I didn't ask who she's with," Hyacinth says, a little sourly. "I asked how she is."

 

"She's calming down," Caitlyn said, her voice tense. "She asked for you. But you weren't home anymore."

 

"Your mother brought me home," Hyacinth explained, still not looking at Caitlyn. "I thought you didn't want me there anymore."

 

"On the contrary." The alpha sighed. "Lavender is eager to apologize to you. And when I went looking for you..."

 

"I wasn't there," Hyacinth whispered.

 

“Can we talk at your place?” Caitlyn asked, seemingly anxious. “Please?”

 

[...]

 

   Caitlyn doesn't like Hyacinth's apartment. It's small, simple, and empty. It's a stark contrast to the opulent Kiramman Estate. The alpha sits on the loveseat after pushing the pile of cushions aside. In front of her is a small table with two chairs. She sits in silence, as there's no television in the living room.

   The shower blares from the closed bathroom. Caitlyn sits there for five minutes before getting up and looking around the apartment. In the kitchen, there's so much spice she's lost count. The hallway is short, but there are three closed doors. One of them is the bathroom, Caitlyn realizes. She assumes the others are Hyacinth and her sister, Dahlia's, bedrooms.

   However, when she tries to open the left door, she finds it locked. The right door, as she expected, is indeed a bedroom. With a double bed. She doesn't find it strange. Entering the room, Caitlyn searches the dresser that serves as a vanity, beneath the television.

   She picks up one of the perfume bottles and realizes, even before she brings it to her nose, that it's Hyacinth's sweet, floral scent. Beside it, there's a more elaborate bottle, and Caitlyn finds it strange that the perfume is black. She takes it in her large hand, but doesn't recognize the scent. Dahlia, she thinks. The scent is strong, striking, nothing like the softness and sweetness of Hyacinth's perfume.

   She opens the top drawer of the dresser, finding light, patterned fabrics. Some are plaid, but most are floral. Caitlyn closes the top drawer and goes to the wall closet. She opens the door and finds black leather and vinyl clothing. Dahlia. Caitlyn frowns, confused. If there was another room in the apartment, why would they share a room?

   The shower stops, and Caitlyn's trained ears quickly notice the absence of the noise that alerted her that Hyacinth was busy. She quickly returns to the living room and sits on the couch as if she hadn't left since the beginning. It takes Hyacinth seventeen minutes to get dressed and return to the living room to find the alpha.

   Caitlyn watches hungrily as she sees Hyacinth in her own casual clothes for the first time. The omega is dressed in a pastel pink velvet sweatsuit with a low waist. The jacket is open, revealing the white henley blouse that, though loose, slightly accentuates Hyacinth's braless breasts. All that glorious volume isn't hidden behind a binder or bra. And Caitlyn wants nothing more than to bury her face in it.

 

"So…" Hyacinth begins hesitantly. "You want me to quit?" she asks, looking down at her Hello Kitty-slippered feet.

 

"What?!" Caitlyn exasperates, confused. "No, Hyacinth. For God's sake, no. I would never ask you to do that."

 

"But you're mad at me…" Hyacinth says, as if she's certain. "Because I'm a dumb idiot." The omega's voice trembles slightly.

 

"Oh, Hya…" Caitlyn sighs, though she wants to roll her eyes. "No, Darling. I'm not mad, and I don't think you're dumb or an idiot," she says softly, standing up to hold the omega in her arms.

 

"But Vi does…" The omega whimpers sadly.

 

"But Vi thinks..." The omega whimpers sadly.

 

"She was nervous, Darling," Caitlyn cooed softly, rubbing the girl's back. "Papa thinks you're a bright, sweet girl; she loves you."

 

   Hyacinth didn't respond verbally, just grunted, nuzzling her face closer to Caitlyn's chest. The omega felt small in Caitlyn's arms, but not as small as she felt in Violet's. She couldn't decide if she liked it or not. Hyacinth sniffed, tightening her arms around Caitlyn's waist.

 

"Come on, Darling," Caitlyn urged, lifting a hand to lift Hyacinth's chin. "Let me see those beautiful eyes."

 

   Hyacinth looks at Caitlyn with a small, tearful pout, her wide golden eyes shining with unshed tears. For Caitlyn, it's a beautiful sight. She realizes she enjoys seeing those beautiful golden eyes shining with unshed tears. But more than that, Caitlyn notices that, unlike her left eye, which is a vivid gold, Hyacinth's right eye is flecked with a strange shade of blue, almost purple.

 

"That's right, Darling," Caitlyn compliments, rubbing her thumb over the girl's trembling lower lip.

 

"Can I..." Hyacinth hiccuped, then cleared her throat with a small cough. "go to the Kiramman Estate?"

 

"Oh, Hyacinth," Caitlyn whispered, staring at the girl's lips. "I want you to live at the Kiramman Estate."

Notes:

So... what's in Hyacinth's apartment? Whoever gets it right gets a gold star ⭐⭐

PS: I don't know when I'll post the new chapter, I'm sorry.