Ash and Ambrosia // Omegaverse

I: First Meeting

TW: violence, bullying
Ash

It was a warm summer afternoon when they met.

As a child, he would get bullied for being weak. He's a runt who they bet will become an omega. What a joke. He could remember very clearly how they scowled at him, glared filled with cruelty. Sometimes, they even acted on it.

"Such a pretty face," the young alpha boy grabbed him by his chin. "Can you believe Monica likes this piece of trash? He's clearly an omega no matter how you look at it."

Giving the signal, the larger bullies grabbed his arms and legs, restraining him and steadying him whenever he tried to shake them off.

Their punches burned against his skin. Their kicks shocked and winded. It only stopped when he was numb. When they finally let go, red marked the skin which had been gripped, and he collapsed onto the ground. "Pathetic," the boys snickered as they walked away, leaving his body littered on the ground like a discarded pile of broken bones and wounded flesh.

He lost track of how long he laid there, immobilised. He'd have to wait until he recovered some strength before he could crawl back. It hadn't been the first time. He was relatively used to it by now, and yet this was one of the worst beatings he had taken.

His eyes were shut as he focused on the gentle breeze, trying to forget the pain that rushed through his abdomen with every struggling breath.

A sudden pain shot through his shoulder like fire as he felt a pressure against his skin. His heart dropped as his eyes flashed open, praying that the boys hadn't returned.

As his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, he looked up to see a girl. Short brown hair, a fierce expression. She had a tall, lean and toned build. He had seen her around before, with those boys, looking on as he was being bullied. He remembered her cold eyes. She nudged him with her foot. "Get up,"

He looked up at her tearfully, clenching his jaw and his fist in resentment as he forced himself to stand. Her stare was as expressionless as ever. She grabbed him roughly by the arm. "Come with me."

She dragged him back to town, into her house. He was terrified but he was caught between her scary features and strong grip around his forearm. He couldn't resist. She sat him down in a chair and carelessly dabbed solution over his bruises. It stung. She wrapped him in bandages, not controlling the pressure well. It hurt. Tears flowed freely from his eyes.

She put food in front of him. He had no appetite, but forced himself to finish every bit of the massive bowl under the terrifying stare. It was another version of torture. He threw it up on the way home. Cursing her softly under his breath, he quietly murmured, "lunatic."

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Ambrosia

A pleasant afternoon walk consisted of three things; good weather, a cool breeze and abundant shade. She smiled lazily, hands tucked in her pockets, chin raised arrogantly like a thug who looked down on everyone around her.

On this particular afternoon stroll, she encountered a child on the way home. A beta or undifferentiated?

She nudged him with a foot. "Get up."

When she saw he could stand, her shoulders relaxed in relief. He did appear injured though, and she wondered if he could make it back.

She was going to leave, but then she saw his face. Beautiful. So perfectly matching her hard-to-please sense of aesthetic. She couldn't let anyone else steal such a handsome child. And what a pity to leave such a child covered in bruises. It tugged at the heartstrings, so cute. Some say they would prefer a strong mate, but she had always wanted one just like this. He ignited her desire to protect.

"Come with me." She would definitely heal him up, bathe him and feed him and nurse him back to health.

She patched him up at home, like she always did for her uncles when they were injured in fights. He didn't complain the whole time, but his charming brown eyes watered.

His lips trembled, and before long, he started crying. Poor thing must live a sad life. Internally, she found herself making a vow to protect him. If he was going to be hers from now on, he wasn't allowed to suffer like this ever again. He was going to grow up big and strong and healthy.

She laid him down on the couch, giving him some pillows to rest his head on, brought a glass to his broken lips and helped him drink some water. Leaving the glass on the coffee table for him, she ducked off to the kitchen.

She didn't cook very often, but even her proud and lofty alpha father couldn't help but praise her cooking as better than his. Her omega father also agreed with this sentiment. As an alpha herself, she also had great confidence in her own abilities.

Worried for his ability to eat solid food with his busted lips, she thoughtfully prepared him an easily digestible congee so he could spoon it out.

He ate all of it. What a big appetite for someone so small! As he eats as much as she does, she felt they were alike. She wanted to keep him there and never let him go, but he insisted on returning home. What a good boy.