#panty raid

Day 3 of 31

"How do I know that this isn't a trick and that you're not going to just stab me in the back when I'm not looking? This seems too good to be true-" Aether asked, his skeptism apparent and well founded. Then he shook his head and turned, starting to float away.

"I guess you're going to miss the Trinket Raid-" Ambiramus remarked, a sly smirk coming onto her face.

Now Aether looked back, "The what?"

"I said; 'I guess you're going to miss the Trinket Raid.'" The Historian said, still smirking as she watched Aether turn around and come back.

"Trinket Raid?" He asked, "You're talking about random items, right? Shiny bits and baubs that no one will really miss unless they're looking for it-"

"Yeah-" Ambiramus confirmed with a nod.

"And you're talking about going into people's lairs and homes to go raiding through their stuff for trinkets?" Aether asked as he came closer, his interest piqued.

Now, there was a grin from Ambiramus, "Oh yeah-"

Finally kinda getting into a groove with these. I'll be referencing some headcanons that Ecto and I both share along with agit spoilers. I'll be sure to tag any days with spoilers as a precaution.

Sorry for the small delay in this one. Life happens. I was at work till stupid late last night.

Reminder that Aether belongs to @ectospacecadet (sorry for all the pings this month, just wanna make sure credit is given ;;;;)

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because im the writer and i can do whatever the fuck i want :P new character unlocked

-> Word Count: 2.1k

-> Warnings: none(?)

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The sun set as they reached the top of a hill she never climbed. It was in the opposite mountain range from where she had been and she was nervous of it. She didn’t know what lied on the other side. Her feet hurt and she was tired.

He layed a bunch of bows on the ground and gave Y/n a very appealing look. It made her stomach hurt.

She walked to where he had chosen to sleep and smiled at it. There were branches on the ground which made a mat for sleeping. He had chosen a huge tree with great bows to protect them in case it rained. He was like her father, more than she expected him to be. Not that she ever expected to meet him.

“They think you’re dead.”

For the amazing prompt

I just learned that panty raids were a thing, and idk how you feel about it, but imagine Tony being forced to do a panty raid as an initiation for his fraternity. So tony, keeping up his playboy appearances, sneaks into the omega dorms. And he sees sweet innocent peter who is so alarmed by the alphas raiding their dorm tony can’t help but comfort him.

TW: a/o dyamics, sneaking into someone’s room, general not amazing Alpha behaviour (not Tony though, our boy is a saint) 

“You’re not serious?” 

A red thong hits him in the face and Tony sighs.

Okay, so they are serious. He pulls the offending lingerie off from where it’s caught on his ear, and flings it back towards Quinten and the shit-eating grin on his face. “You want us to do an actual ‘panty raid’? Have I slipped back into the 80s?”

“Shut it, Stark,” Beck warns, waggling a finger like the college freshman are eleven, not eighteen. “This is a tradition. You wanna be part of this frat? This is what we do instead of hazing. A little ritual. Every alpha who becomes a member, has to sneak into the omega sorority and steal a pair of panties.” Beck shrugs, “if you don’t wanna join, you don’t have to do it.”

Some of the other pledges look nervous. Some of the others look excited. Tony sneers at the latter. He shrugs, and turns for the door. “I’m not gonna risk sexual harassment on my record.” He informs the older boy primly. “There are other fraternities, ones that aren’t so perverse.”

“Sure,” Beck drawls, letting him leave, “some alphas just aren’t strong enough.”

Tony snorts, rolling his eyes. “Oh sure, reverse psychology, that’ll work.”

*

The Omega sorority is nestled right in the heart of campus, where the most regular patrols and heaviest security go by. It’s bullshit tradition, because omegas aren’t really in danger from most Alphas- except ones like Beck and their bullshit fraternity traditions. 

Tony bets Beck didn’t get laid until college. Bets he only made up the stupid rule so he could get close to an omega without them rejecting him. 

It feels dirty. And not just because they’re literally crawling through the mud to get through the hole in the white-picket fence that surrounds the sorority grounds, but because stealing things from Omegas, breaking into their private accommodation, is slimy and Tony is suave and sophisticated and charismatic. 

He is not slimy. 

“Do you think-” Clint pants from next to him, elbow deep in the rose bed they’re clambering out of, “-they’ll keep their toys near their underwear? Beck says if we can bring back a knotting dildo, we get extra points.”

Tony cuffs him hard on the back of the head.

“Hey!” Clint whines.

“Have some class.” Tony snaps, helping the other boy up as they finally make it to the back entrance. “Omegas are sweethearts. They’re not just fuckin’ sex objects like in the porn you jerk it to, capiche?”

Clint looks abashed. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry.”

Tony sighs. 

It’s easy enough to pop the lock exactly how Beck told them. It’s clearly been done many times before.

The ten of them shuffle in, and they all fan out towards the different rooms.

Tony heads for the one nearer the huge window, for an easy escape.

The door is covered with motivational posters, and sharp silhouettes of ballet dancers and a white board that says Drop in anytime!!! :) 

It’s fucking cute.

Tony tries the door, and sure enough, like most of the doors- it’s open.

It’s warm and dark as he slips inside, shutting it quietly behind him.

There are two beds, one on either side, but only one is occupied. A sleeping figure, thankfully facing the wall, breathes softly. Tony can’t make out anything but a mop of curls that spill across the silk pillows in the moonlight.

He pads towards the chest of drawers, feeling stupid and reckless.

It smells divine in here. Decorated in gentle tones of pink and warm brown, it’s incredibly tidy, and there are piles of organised notes on the desk.

He eases the top drawer open, and sure enough- there are neatly stacked lace panties.

He grabs one. It’s soft as anything against his fingers, and he hastily crams it into his pocket when-

There’s a whimper, and Tony whirls around to see the most beautiful omega in the world, knees drawn up to his chest, staring at him with huge eyes; cast silver in the light.

“Please-” the omega chokes out, sounding tiny, pressing himself further into the wall, “please don’t- I don’t- Help! Help!” He screams at the top of his voice, and Tony jumps in fright, startling, and he hurries towards the boy, hands up in surrender.

“Hey! Hey, it’s okay-” he soothes, his own voice tinged with desperation, as the boy keeps wailing, scrambling against the blankets in his haste to get away- he ends up tripping, falling out of the bed, his ankle catches in the sheets, and he knocks his head hard against the bedside table.

Then he starts to cry.

Tony curses, worry welling up, and he flicks on the lamp, and crouches down, scooping the little omega into his arms.

“Shit, shit, I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers, laying the boy on the bed. He brushes his fingers through those curls, and winces as he sees the small red mark start to appear on his forehead. “Oh god, oh my god, I’m so sorry.” 

In the gold light of the lamp, the omega is all milk skin and pretty pink nightclothes, and crystal tears on his cheeks.

Tony feels like such a shit. 

“W-what are you- d-doing in here?” The omega sniffles.

“It’s a stupid hazing thing, we had to- steal some of your-” he cringes, “-underwear, it’s- it’s awful. It wasn’t my idea, I swear I was against it.”

The omega blinks slowly, before his eyebrows furrow together. “It’s all just a hazing thing?” He clarifies quietly, and Tony nods.

“Yeah, I’m- I’m really sorry. Can I get you something? Do you need- water? Or…”

“I have a bottle, over there,” the omega murmurs, pointing to his desk, and Tony almost trips over his feet in his haste to get it.

The omega half smiles. “I’m Peter,” he says, and Tony stands by the edge of the bed, grinning tiredly.

“Nice to meet you, Peter, I’m Tony. I’m- I’m really sorry I scared you, I really wasn’t- I wasn’t gonna hurt you.”

“I know that now.” Peter whispers, sipping some water. “I just- when I was in highschool some of the Alphas snuck into the omega changing room one time, and they-” tears sparkle anew, and Tony sits on the edge of the bed, clutching Peter’s hand, “-they were so mean. Started saying just- just horrible stuff about me an-and my friends, like we were- just things, and not-not even people.” 

Tony closes his eyes, pain blossoming hard. “Jesus,” he mutters, rubbing at his face. “I’m- I’m so fucking sorry, peter, I- I should have stopped them, I-...I’m sorry.” 

How could someone do that? How could someone hurt such a beautiful omega? An omega so sweet? So gentle? 

“It’s okay,” Peter whispers, and when Tony opens his eyes, those huge honey ones are looking at him- thoughtful and kind. “My roommate’s away this weekend, so you’re lucky. She’s got a mean right hook.”

Tony snorts, “I think I’m pretty lucky anyway. Of all the rooms, I picked yours. Don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful omega.”

Peter blushes hard, cheeks a deep, gorgeous crimson. 

Tony reaches over and thumbs the red mark from where Peter’s hit his head and sighs. “I’m so sorry.”

“You said that already,” the smaller boy points out, voice soft, and Tony wants to lean in. Wants to kiss him. “Did you get any?”

“Any what?”

“Of my underwear.”

“Oh.” Tony blushes, “uh- yeah.” He sticks his hand in his pocket and presents the panties. A little crumpled.

Peter smiles, before rolling out of bed. “Those aren’t going to win you anything.” He says, and Tony watches as the boy kneels down and opens the bottom drawer of the cabinet. “These are what will.”

Tony catches the beaded thong with a slack-jaw. The pearls and white lace are fucking sublime. “You don’t have to-”

“I know,” the omega waves him off, “but I think you’re sweet.”

“I’m sweet?” Tony laughs, shaking his head, “you’re sweet.”

He wants to ask for his number, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t think it would be appropriate.

So instead, he slips out into the corridor. It’s deserted, and by the time he gets back to the frat, he sees all the other alphas there too.

“Holy shit!” Clint yells when he sees him, “how’d you make it out of there? We all bailed when we heard some omega screaming!”

Peter. Tony thinks with a frown, before looking around and realising that all of the alphas look scared and- disappointed.

“You all fail.” Beck sighs, turning to Tony, “unless, Stark’s managed to wrangle a pair…?”

Tony feels the pearls in his pocket, and shakes his head. He doesn’t want anyone to see them. Doesn’t want anyone to render a person into an item of clothing to be leered at. “I don’t have anything. So your shitty frat doesn’t get any new pledges this year. And after I tell the Dean what you’ve been doing- I’m not sure it ever will.”

The look on Beck’s face is one Tony will savour.

***

It isn’t until a few months later, for a party at Tony’s new fraternity- that he sees Peter again.

Drawn to him like a siren, Tony moves through the sea of hazy dancing, until he’s close enough to reach down and kiss Peter’s cheek.

The omega looks up and smiles. “I hoped I’d find you here.”

Tony grins, heart in his throat, “yeah? I wanted to- to come and talk to you, but I thought you might not want anything to do with me.”

Peter threads their fingers together, and tiptoes on his heels to whisper into Tony’s ear: “I want you to take my panties again. With your teeth this time.” 

And tugs him towards one of the bedrooms.

Clint will say he saw Tony drooling later, as he was led like a dog on a leash by an omega into a spare bedroom, and Tony won’t even deny it. 

He’s too happy to care.