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Send help! My reason for living (Gallifrey War Room: Loyalties) is finally free from her imprisonment (finally released by big finish), but in order to take her to safety I must not look upon her until she is truly beyond the bonds of her captivity (I need to download the box set to listen to it before the cds arrive) and yet I am so fickle and filled with doubt that I keep glancing upon her progress (I keep checking the download notification bar) and lo! She is snatched away from me once more! (The app keeps immmediately crashing and telling me the download failed). WOE IS MEEEEEEE
CW: check the main master list for content warnings. MDNI🔞
Bambi woke to the sound of gentle and hushed talking. She was bundled up in a thin sheet but her warmth was coming from the body she was laying on. Her muscles ached and she felt like she was hit by a damn train. There was the soft sound of laughter and someone shushing the laughter. Then through the haze of sleep she heard Megan Thee Stallion singing the chorus to ‘Body’. It was her phone ringing and she sat up, bleary-eyed, searching for her phone.
She felt eyes on her as she yawned and answered the video call. “Good morning.” She squinted her eyes as the video call came on and into focus.
“Where the fuck are you?” it was Xavier on the screen and he was already pissed.
“Minding the business that pays me, Xav.” The sleep immediately snapped out of her and she was glaring at her phone. “Did Malik not tell you?”
Xavier rolled his eyes, he adjusted his shiesty and growled, “You know he didn't BamBam. Bring your ass home.”
Bambi rolled her eyes and scratched the side of her head. “Are you the lead alpha of our pack?”
“Bambi-” He started.
“Are. You. Xavier. The. Lead. Alpha. Of. Our. Pack?” She glared at him. When she didn't get an answer she nodded her head.
He sighed and looked heavenward, “No, I'm not Bambi.”
“Good, because I got Malik's blessing and you need to fall back.” She wasn't gonna let her spoiled brother ruin her fun.
“Do you at least want me to come get you?” He asked, he was less hostile now. She effectively put him back in his place.
“No bro. Thanks for checking on me though. I'll be home later and Malik should still have my location on.” She soothed her aggravated brother as best as she could. “Bye.”
“Yeah, hit me up when you're on the way.” He ended the call with a huff and eye roll.
Bambi finally looked at who was in bed with her and was surprised to see it was Kyle and Johnny. Both were staring at her with concern. She only smiled back at them and shrugged her shoulders.
“He's just being an overprotective brat. He also doesn't do well with change.” She gently explained, “My pack hasn't had to share my attention with a group of outside alphas in two years going on three. Everyone is worried I'm gonna run off with you four.”
“Now Bonnie, we wouldn' encourage tha. Captain wouldn' even allow it.” Johnny grabbed her hand and kissed it, “an we wanna do right by ye.” He was sitting on one side of her and Kyle was still laying down next to the wall.
“Yeah Dove, you're not running off with us.” Kyle wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back to lay down. “Just a reminder though, we don't need the one in the balaclava to like us right?”
“Bala- what now?” She laughed, turning to face him, she kissed him on the nose.
“A balaclava Dove. The mask he wears.” He explained. He traced his fingers up her side and rested his palm right on her ribcage under her sleep shirt. They had changed her into one of Simon's shirts since it was long enough. Though if you ask Simon, it wasn't at all because he happened to make sure he grabbed a shirt for her first.
“You mean a shiesty?” She laughed, throwing her head back. She didn't catch the love struck looks both alphas had given her. Kyle smiled and began to trail kisses across her cheek and down to her neck. He nibbled at her jaw and then rolled over onto her.
“Kyle” She warned him with a growl, but the smile on her face told a different story. “Where are the other two?”
“Cooking breakfast Dove.” He noses at her scent gland and nips there, drawing a gasp from her. “They don't like me and Soap in the kitchen with them.”
Bambi sighed a dreamy sigh, “Now why did you call Johnny that?”
Kyle stopped his teasing kisses, and sat up to look at Johnny. He was busy scrolling through his phone and he shrugged his shoulders.
“They’re our military call signs Bonnie.” Johnny nodded his head, “mine is Soap, his is Gaz-”
“And then John is Captain, and what Simon is Suds?” She finished with a smile. In her mind it made sense.
Johnny and Kyle broke into laughter. She laughed with them both and gently pushed Kyle off of her. Sitting up, she stretched again, swinging her leg over Johnny to crawl out of bed. Johnny grabbed her by the waist and held her still so he could roll his hips into her. A lazy grin slid across his face.
“Soap-” She began but he slapped her on the ass and then immediately grinds her hips down on to him.
“No, you get to call me Lovie ma wee Bonnie.” He continues the slow rock of her hips against his. He adored how she pouted and struggled to get off of him.
“I'm not calling you Lovie, Johnny.”
“You did last night without issue.” Kyle pointed out, he scooted close to them both and went back to kissing on Bambi.
“I don't know what demon you all were with last night. But morning and daylight Bambi doesn't partake in that type of demon time behavior.” She was about to pout but Kyle held her chin and pulled her into a kiss. It started out slow and was quickly progressing into the kind of kiss that would make sure she didn't leave the bed.
“You two were supposed to make sure she didn't wake up alone and do nothing else.” A gruff voice came from by the door.
Johnny grunted and stilled Bambi in his lap, “Top of tha mornin’ LT Suds!”
Bambi pulled away from the kiss and immediately started laughing. “Please don't tease Simon like that.”
Kyle grinned and rolled his eyes, “I don't know, Lt. Suds doesn't sound half bad.”
“Do I even want to know?” Simon raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the door. He rather enjoyed the sight of his omega laid up in his shirt smelling of him and his pack, just lazing with people he cared about deeply. He could get used to this, and when things go well there will be pups in the mix. He could imagine it, right as rain.
“They were telling me your call signs for work, and I think I guessed correctly about yours being Suds, since your boyfriend is Soap.” She smiled at Simon and then back at Johnny and Kyle. She had not stopped laughing at her own logic.
All three of them wanted more of those smiles and more of that laughter.
“His call sign is actually Ghost.” Kyle booped her on the nose.
Bambi hummed in thought, “And now his nickname is Buster. Congratulations Simon.” She then turned the mirthful smile directly on him. Her eyes held that sparkle of mischief. She was gonna call him that, whether he wanted her to or not.
While Johnny and Kyle devolved into another fit of laughter, Simon just stood there. The joke was corny, but her deadpan delivery certainly carried the punch line. He watched his pack mates continue to make jokes at his expense, just to get their little omega to laugh. A part of him, a darker more cynical part, whispered that this had every chance of failing. They were on leave for the next three weeks. That would not be enough time, in his opinion, to make sure their bond was strong enough for the distance of their frequent deployments. John had said he would figure it out, as that was his worry and burden to bear. Looking at Bambi now though, as she playfully fought off Kyle's numerous kisses and Johnny's tickling, he felt relaxed and he understood it now.
He understood why some soldiers on base went out of their way to find and keep an omega to add to their packs of forced association (because that's what it was in reality). The idea of having someone soft, sweet, and bright to chase away the demons. Someone who could keep a home up and running, so that when they came back battered and bruised, there was someone waiting to patch them up and love them, remind them that they are human. It would be so easy now that he thought about it. It would be easy as long as they got past the hard part, explained who they were and what they did, she'd understand. Bambi would be proud, and she would always welcome the four of them home to her. She wouldn't be alone for long, because as soon as the courting ritual was done and over with, as soon as they bonded her to them forever, she'd be pregnant that week. They would probably end up with a whole mess of two under two, sets of babies.
Simon smiled, really he thought being called Buster was funny and sweet. As long as it was Bambi calling him in the end, for any and everything she needed, he would cherish it.
Xoxo
Breakfast was a loud affair as they sat at the kitchen table. John was quietly reading the paper, everyone else was busy ribbing each other (except the ever stoic Simon, who felt that he showed too much emotion already). Johnny was insisting “Bonnie, ye gotsta feed me cause it's the nice thing ta do yea.” With which Bambi ignored him by saying, “Hand feeding any of you requires the mate subscription and right now none of you have that.”
“Sweetheart.” John spoke softly as he sipped his coffee. Bambi stopped her back and forth with Johnny and Kyle to look at him.
“Yes John?” She tilted her head and stared at him with a coy smile.
John blinked once, deciding on how he was going to broach the question as she had never brought it up. “What's your family name?”
Bambi felt her blood run cold. She wasn't in the habit of giving out that information. She was vaguely aware that all four of them were watching hee, they could probably scent her hesitation at the edges of her natural scent. “My last name is Castello.”
Maybe they wouldn't know, but at the same time they could look up the current CEO of Temple Ballistics and Weaponry and see her brother's name, Malik Castello. No time but the present to give her family's lie a dry run. Simon raised an eyebrow and looked at John who was staring at her with a pinched look.
“But that's common knowledge that you could have found with a simple Google search.” She added, “My family is on the Forbes Packs to watch and industry leaders list. You may also recognize the name from my brother Aaron Castello, as he was the one who worked with the team that helped get the most recent president elected.”
“Oh!” Kyle said a bit startled, “You come from a pack of prestige.”
Bambi snorted, “if you wanna call it that. As of late, I've had to run interference on Aaron's socials and Malik's press runs since that whole international incident in South America.” She let out a dejected sigh and shook her head, “Some guy with the same damn last name is running around besmirching it and it's been a living Hell for my pack. My poor mother and father and several of my ancestors are rolling in their graves.”
Johnny reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, “Tha must be rough ma wee Bonnie.”
“We'll survive.” She shrugged, “but until they catch him and bring him to justice, my degree in public relations is gonna have to pull its weight.”
John nodded his head in understanding. He had already done a background search on her and her family when that name popped up. Both of her parents had died in a car crash sometime before. Her brother Malik, recently decided to take over the CEO spot for their arms business that worked well with several governments. Aaron was indeed a successful partner in a political PAC in the circus that was the American government. Even Xavier popped up, he owned a well to do security business that he started instead of going to college. A little more digging and he found that her name went all the way back to the Castello Plantation that resided in the deeper southern states of the States. So it really was just rotten luck that she and her pack shared a name with an international criminal.
He felt bad for even asking and digging in the first place. He just wanted to make sure and settle his paranoia. Now that he heard it from her, he could ask the next question with ease.
“Would you mind if I take you home and speak with Malik one on one?” He smiled at her. Sure it was extremely old fashioned with the younger crowd, but asking an unmated omega's nearest alpha kin to court them was something he always wanted to do.
“Aye Cap, ye'r not gonnae really ask her brother tha are ye?” Johnny let out an exasperated huff, “Bonnie surely donnae need her brother's permission.”
Bambi giggled and raised an eyebrow, “And if I say no?”
“Then, I'll respect it Sweetheart. I would not be doing this out of seeing you as an alpha’s property, but to let your family know that a pack of upstanding alpha’s want to pursue you and to put their mind at ease.” He sipped his coffee and waited for her answer.
“Sure John. I don't mind that at all.”
Xoxo
Malik was surprised that he was sitting in the presence of what was supposed to be his sister's sneaky link. The black truck pulled up the driveway, he and Xavier had seen it roll to a stop. Malik had growled at Xavier to behave and be nice or he could stay in the house. Aaron, being the more social of the three, had gone outside to greet their visitor and Bambi. He shook the older man's hand and offered for him to come inside.
Xavier wasn't having that and expressed that not every alpha could come into their home where their vulnerable women and children were. Malik rolled his eyes and called for Liza to make some sweet tea and British style tea for the guy. Liza hurried and got to work and brought everything out onto the porch.
“Malik, come look at what the cat dragged in!” Aaron shouted from the front door. “Sissy you stink, you need to shower.” He teased, but it was clear to John that the young man was offended by the mix of foreign alpha scent on his sister. It was a natural response.
“Get over yourself.” Bambi laughed, “I'm not leaving John alone with you so you can dish about my shortcomings.”
Malik had finally come outside and shook John's hand and properly introduced himself. He sat down with everyone and kept an eye on John. He was relaxed, carried himself like a seasoned leader and an obvious high ranking military man. Malik admired his commitment to entertain Aaron's foolish ramblings and about his friends he knew that worked in parliament and how he wished he could join in on the fray just shake things up.
Finally Xavier came outside and leaned against the doorway to the house. They could finally start.
“So, thank you for bringing home our wayward sister.” Malik smiled.
John had to refrain from placing his hand on Bambi's thigh. The alpha in him wanted to just immediately make it clear that he was going to pursue her even if he didn't get their blessing. “It's no problem, she was a dear to have with us.”
“She didn't run your pockets did she?” Aaron laughed, “because she's got caviar and champagne taste as if she pays the bills.”
Malik shot his brother a look as Bambi shouted out that she does not need someone to provide for her. John smiled and cleared his throat.
“If.” He said with a chuckle, “Aaron, that's your way of making sure me and my pack can afford to upkeep Miss Bambi's lifestyle, then yes, the four of us can.”
“Ignore him.” Bambie huffed and rolled her eyes, “Aaron if you know better then you'll step politely.” She warned.
John had to fight to keep from blushing as his Bambi unknowingly came to his defense. He still resisted the urge to place his hands on her unless he wanted Xavier to get riled up. “Bambi, it's fine.” He soothed her and gave her a smile.
Malik nodded his head, “Are you and your pack wanting to get permission from me to court my sister?”
“Yes we are.”
“And she has already made her requests and demands on what she expects?”
“Yes and we all agreed to it.” John was pleasantly surprised how well this was going.
Malik smiled at Bambi, “And BamBam, you know not to let them mark you in any fashion before the courtship year is up and you have your running away ceremony?”
“Yes Malik, I know.” Bambi looked anywhere but her brother, a sly smile on her face. “I, unlike you three, know how long a courtship year is supposed to be.”
Aaron squawks, “It was a whirlwind romance and it worked out for the best with Gloria and Symphony!”
“Well then, I see no reason-” Malik began but Xavier interrupted him.
“What drew you to my sister?” He asked.
“She was pretty and polite to the youngest in my pack.” John answered, he successfully kept the edge from his voice.
“You're military right? What rank and division?” Xavier wasn't pulling any punches.
“I'm a captain but that's all I can really speak on. My pack was formed through necessity and our bonds strengthened through our close work together.”
Bambi scoffed, “Xavier-”
But he just kept going, “Do you plan on allowing Bambi to come home whenever she wants?”
“We would never keep her from her birth pack.”
“Is she just an omega for you and your pack mates to keep while you're between deployments?”
John's eye twitched slightly at that question, “Should she ever express her displeasure in our profession, should we mark her if she would have us, then the four of us will move mountains to make sure she is happy and cared for.”
Xavier observed John and John observed him. Neither alpha was backing down and John was just glad he told Simon to stay home. His Bambi groaned in frustration and hopped to her feet. Her brother did not flinch when she marched up to him.
“He's a good alpha Xavier.” She growled low.
“And you can do better than a man married to the government.” He growled back.
There was the crack of a slap as Bambi slapped him, she was tired of his tantrum. She was allowed to move on and try again if she wanted to, and do so with someone different. She then pushed past him and ran into the house. John's alpha growled and snarled in the back of his mind. He had to remind himself that he was witnessing a foreign pack's dynamics. He watched as Xavier was about to storm into the house but Malik stopped him.
“You go in there and Gloria and Symphony are gonna help her put you right on out and what just happened won't be salvageable.” Malik sighed with a shake of his head.
“But this isn't-” Xavier began but he shut up when Malik looked at him. John could see not a trace of mercy in his face. It reminds him of the look he and Simon give new recruits that try to test the chain of command and other social hierarchies on base.
“It's what Bambi wants, and John and his pack already accepted her conditions…he was nice enough to formally ask us and let us know.” Malik's voice was ice cold. “If you don't like this, you can either leave or challenge me for my position.”
The young man didn't say anything and instead stepped off the porch to leave. Aaron sighed, muttering that he would talk to him. Then suddenly it was just Malik and John on the front porch.
“I apologize for him.” He began and looked out towards where his brothers were walking down the driveway. “He doesn't do well with change and thinks that Bambi should wait for God himself to come from heaven and pick her mate.” He laughed.
“I can only imagine how scary it is to have an omega from your pack start looking.” John tried to empathize with the young alpha.
“Yeah it is hard. The last one almost made it to the full year and then things went sour two months before the courtship ritual was to be over. He asked her to run away with him too soon. Wanted her to drop out of school and start having babies too soon. It spooked her, our parents wanted her to suck it up and go through it. I had to advocate for her and told our father that if I had to, I'd challenge him for his spot to keep Bambi safe.”
John just stared in shock but didn't let it show on his face. He sat there just listening.
“Our pack dynamics are different from a traditional one. Omega women in our family have always been dominant in the home. They keep things running, because the reality of it is that in America, black alpha men are hard to come by assuming they aren't dead or in jail. The social hierarchy in America is different than here. A whole mess of variables come into play and it's ruthless. That being said Bambi, likes you but she was raised to be able to run a pack on her own should something happen to the alpha. She isn't going to let you just provide for her and care for her, she's independent to a fault and is scared of being let down. She is going to demand that you respect her wishes because to her that is the ultimate show of love and loyalty. She will come around if you all get along just fine. You've got my blessings to spend the next year courting my sister, but please don't hurt her.”
John smiled, “I assure you, we won't do anything to hurt her.”
Malik and John stood up and shook hands. Malik walked him down the driveway to his car. He then snapped his fingers.
“My family is having an all pink and white party to celebrate our little girl's Sophia and Ananiah's birthday. I'll let Bambi know that you can come so that she can invite you.”
“You don't think that's too soon?” John leaned against the side of the truck.
“You're military, as far as I know you guys are working against the clock of deployment.” He laughed. “You have a safe drive back, and hopefully I'll see you and yours around.”
John had a lot to think about as he drove away from Bambi's home. But the first thing on his agenda is to figure out how they were going to have a smooth courtship year so he and his could claim her.
Xoxo
Xavier paced back and forth outside in the backyard. He stood next to the woods and kept glancing back at the house. He really should have just shut up and not made a scene. If Bambi could see that she was making a mistake then he wouldn't be kicked out of the damn house. Her fucking around with military men for fun is one thing. Actually bonding to them? It would put their more delicate issues at risk. Bambi was being selfish as usual and Malik was just entertaining her whimsy knowing damn well that everyone's loyalties should be with the family. Loyalties should be for the pack only. Every little choice affects their large pack and ripples will always be felt.
For fucks sake, their pack runs an international crime ring. Bambi is the last true Castello female omega to be born. She couldn't leave the main line if she wanted to and if she joins a civilian pack she would have to.
He sighed as he called the number he was sent again. Finally the connection went through.
“Hallo Bruder. Ich habe deinen Anruf nicht erwartet.” A deep gruff voice answered. “How is my Kitz, did she get my gift and did she like it?”
“BamBam is okay. You need to hurry the fuck up with your pack and get your ass to England.”
“I am a wanted man there, Xavier. They would not like my presence or my pack mates.” The man said.
“This is serious. Bambi just got Malik's blessing to be courted by a pack of alphas that Antony didn't approve of in advance.”
The line was quiet. Static was loud as the line crackled under the weight of what was said.
“I will be there in ten days instead of thirty. One of the workers here will keep things going.” König growled.
“See you then Bruder.” Xavier said. Relief filled his chest.
König had hung up the phone and walked back into the dark room he had been working in. He was irritated and hurt. This tantrum that his lover was throwing was going to be put to an end. He was coming home to sort things out and set things straight. He was going to do right by his Kitz this time and he was not going to fail.
He wouldn't survive without her much longer.
Hallo Bruder. Ich habe deinen Anruf nicht erwartet. = Hello brother. I wasn't expecting your call.
The door to his office hissed open unexpectedly, and he jerked his head up in surprise to see General Veers entering.
“Max…” he began, a tired smile forming and then fading as his friend didn’t even look at him and instead directed several troopers in with him.
“Search everything,” he ordered coldly. “I will not tolerate a sloppy job.”
Piett blinked, his lungs tight.
“Veers, what’s happening?” he asked, bewildered and wondering if he was experiencing a nightmare.
“Captain Piett, “ Veers snapped, wheeling on him, no trace of the friend present in that iron mask, “You are accused of conspiring with the Rebellion and therefore, treason to the Empire. I suggest you remain silent and submit yourself to the justice of the Imperial Forces.”
He felt physically ill.
Surely Veers didn’t believe that?
Max had been a stalwart friend for two years now. They had fought side by side. Shed blood together. Worked hard to unify the crew of the Lady, despite her kriffing idiot of an Admiral.
“I would never…” he whispered hoarsely as two troopers came to flank him while the others began pulling his prized books from the shelves and tossing them to the floor.
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Loyalties | Tommy Shelby x Reader (mini-series) — Masterlist
Overall Summary: (Y/N) sees Henry Johnson again. Except he's not Henry Johnson anymore; he's Michael Gray. And he's come to join the company that she works for. The same company that's run by the man she has feelings for. Where do her loyalties truly lie?
Stories below feature the same characters/storyline.
** There most likely will not be anymore updates to this mini-series…unless anyone is interested or has ideas for it.
PART 1 -> Loyalties: (Y/N) sees Henry Johnson again. Except he's not Henry Johnson anymore; he's Michael Gray. And he's come to join the company that she works for. The same company that's run by the man she has feelings for. Where do her loyalties truly lie?
PART 2 -> You’re Not the One: After the realization of her and Tommy's relationship sends shockwaves throughout the company, (Y/N) struggles to decide if she should step down from her position or not.
