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an0ther1 · 6 days

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Two Is Always Better Than One pt.2

Leah x Alessia

A/N: This is the “2nd” chapter of a 3 part short series I have on AO3. Thanks for all the dog name suggestions.

“LEE! LEAH! Swear I need to put a tracking device on you in this house.” Leah could hear from down the hall.

“In the study, love.” Leah was setting up their football photos throughout the room. They had been in the house for 3 weeks now. They had some custom built-ins made for the study and painted a few rooms before all their furniture and personal items were moved in. They still had a few things to unpack.

“That Martha woman got back to me!” Alessia started before she crossed the threshold. When she entered the room and saw the confusion on Leah’s face she continued. “The lady with the foster puppies the shelter told us about. Remember, the shelter we went to on Tuesday told us about those puppies that had been found by the pond in London Colney, they nicknamed them the Gooners.”

“OH YEAH!”

“Want to go meet them?”

“Right now?” Leah was still on the step ladder trying to hang an enlarged print of Alessia’s back heel goal against Sweden.

“YES! Before someone else takes the puppy that is meant to be with us!” Alessia smacked her hands against her thighs like a child that was utterly frustrated with having to explain themselves. However this was the first time they had talked about this litter of foster puppies aside from the initial mention of them at the shelter. “You promised me I could have a dog.” Alessia whined.

Leah finally got the picture on the hook in the wall and straightened before descending the small ladder. “Of course we can go see them.”

“YEAH?”

“Yes beautiful” Leah walked over and dropped a kiss to the top of Alessia’s head. “Let me just change my shirt.”

Alessia squealed. “I’ll get the keys and meet you in the car!” Then she was off down the hall, leaving Leah just standing there.

“Never again.” Leah muttered to herself.

15 minutes later they were in a village a stones throw from the training center. “These puppies are Gooners born and raised. One of them is definitely ours!” Alessia bounced in the passenger seat as Leah pulled the car over in front of a small white cottage. She had the door open before Leah even got the engine shut off. The defender could only laugh at her girlfriend's excitement. Alessia at least waited for Leah to catch up before she knocked on the door.

A few puppies could be heard yapping behind the door as well as a woman trying to calm them down. “Saka, get off of Declan. Leah! No, stop pushing Kai around. Little, get a handle on your team.”

Leah and Alessia just looked at each other. The door opened a moment later to reveal an older woman with dark hair that was graying around her face. She had her head turned back towards the dogs in the house when she first greeted the couple. “Hello, sorry for all the yapping. But trying to control 10 pups is-” She stopped mid sentence when she finally turned to face the blondes. “Bloody hell, you’re Alessia Russo and Leah Williamson.”

“That’s us!” Alessia said cherrily. “I emailed you about meeting the foster pups.”

“Really?”

Alessia glanced over at Leah for a moment. “Ah, yeah. I mean, are you Martha?”

“I am.”

“Then I do believe you were the one I was emailing with.”

“Oh. Yes, yes. Sorry. I just. You’re Alessia Russo.” The women then turned to Leah. “And your-” The woman shook her head. “Sorry, I just can’t believe that you two are standing at my door. And clearly my manners have completely left me. Come in. Please.” The woman stood back in the entryway to allow the footballers in. “I have 2 real life Gunners here to meet my Gooners.”

Leah laughed. “It would seem that way. And thank you for letting us come meet them.”

“Oh yes, of course. So, umm.” The woman pointed towards a couch in the living room. “Please have a seat there, or on the floor if you like. So yeah, I’m Martha.”

“Hello Martha. So did you say you have 10 puppies right now?” Leah asked.

“Yes. There are the 6 Gooners that were found near the pond. And then I have 4 others from a pregnant foster I took in. They were born about a week before I took the pups. Since no mother was found with the Gooners, Emilia stepped up and took the 6 in with her own. She’s in the garden right now having a bit of a break.” Martha smiled.

“I thought I heard you say a few names as you came to the door?” Alessia lowered herself onto the floor in front of the couch, which got the attention of several puppies who came bounding over to inspect the new person.

“Oh yes.” Martha chuckled. “All of the pups are named after players. So that one there is Kaka, and that’s Kai. The blonde one is Leah.”

Alessia scooped that one up first. “Well don’t you have the perfect name, pretty girl.” She cooed.

“The one with the long skinny legs is Stina. The dark one is Declan. And then,” Martha looked around the room and continued pointing and naming pups as she saw them. “There is Frida, Foxy, and Victoria.”

“I thought I heard you say Little, and that’s only 8.” Leah pointed out just as there was a crashing sound from somewhere in the house.

The older woman huffed. “That would be McCabe. And I’m sure Little is right behind her trying to get her to stop whatever mischief she has gotten herself into. I’ll be right back.” She headed out of the room.

“She can’t be serious.” Leah said quietly.

“Oh I can’t wait to tell the girls about this.” Alessia said as she rubbed the bellies of 2 of the pups.

A moment later Martha returned with a dog under each arm. A black one who was squirming in an attempt to escape, and a caramel colored one who seemed satisfied the other one had been captured. “These two, are Little and McCabe.”

“Do we need to ask which is which?” Leah chuckled.

“Your guess will be correct, I promise you.” The woman laughed as she set them both down.

McCabe shook like she had just gotten out of a bath before realizing there was someone new sitting on the floor and taking off like a tiny rocket. She barrelled through 2 other puppies before slamming into Alessia at full speed. “You are true to the namesake I see.” Alessia said as she picked the puppy up.

Little sat in the middle of the room for a moment, watching and observing all the other dogs before she seemed to decide everyone was where they should be and wandering over to Leah. She sniffed the defender's outstretched hand before sitting up on her hind legs to be picked up. “Well aren’t you a well mannered little thing.”

“She is definitely the responsible one of the bunch. We think she was the one that kept all the puppies together at the pond as she always seems to be rounding them up and checking on everyone. And then that one.” Martha pointed at McCabe. “Well her and Little are now connected at the hip because she’s always getting into something and Little is always trying to pull her back. Which is funny because McCabe is not one of the 6 Gooners.”

“Yeah, McCabe seems a bit bigger. But she’s younger, yeah?” Alessia asked.

“That’s correct. But, Little is her keeper. So much so that I’m hopeful they’ll find a home together.”

“Awe, aren’t you a sweet one.” Leah had Little on her back in her lap rubbing her chest. “Any idea what they are? Like breeds? They’re all kind of small”

“Well Emilia is part Dachshund. But she is mixed with something a bit heftier too, like a corgi maybe. And then I would guess the Gooners are Dachshund as well, but mixed with something smaller like another terrier. They have rounder snouts too.”

McCabe started getting feisty in Alessia’s lap and immediately Little rolled over from her relaxed position in Leah’s lap and jumped to the floor. She snipped lightly at McCabe’s ear causing the black pup to stop immediately.

“See. Little runs things.”

Alessia was giggling as she picked up McCabe close to her face. “At least you listen to your captain.” The puppy began squireming wildly until the footballer set her down, before taking off across the room full speed, Little hot on her heels. “Those two are adorable.” Alessia began calling over the other puppies who were happy to gain the blonde's attention.

Without a puppy in her own lap Leah pulled out her phone and began taking photos of her girlfriend with several of the pups in her lap, a bright smile on her face. She took several more photos over the next 20 minutes while Alessia rolled around on the floor with the dogs. Every so often you could hear a small bark from across the room and then McCabe would wander back to the middle of the room under Little’s watchful eye. And each time Little seemed satisfied that McCabe was going to stay with the group, the caramel colored pup sat itself at Leah’s feet.

“Kindred spirits it would seem.” Alessia said after the 3rd time.

Leah leaned down and rubbed the dog's ear, causing Little to slump over into her leg. “So it would seem.” She smiled softly.

Slowly one by one the puppies started to lose momentum and began curling up together throughout the room. Little was still settled next to Leah’s feet when McCabe came over and nudged the other dog. When she got no reaction, she crawled up into Alessia’s lap just above Little and plopped down.

Martha smiled at the footballers. “Looks like they’ve taken a liking to you.”

Alessia leaned her head back against the couch looking up at Leah. The look in her eye told Leah everything the younger woman was thinking before she even said anything. “You know, two is always better than one.”

“Is that so?” Leah smirked.

“One is so lonely.” Alessia pouted.

“I spend enough time yelling at McCabe as is.” Leah paused. “We are not keeping that name.”

“REALLY?!” Alessia squealed, waking several of the puppies. All except McCabe it seemed. “Martha, if we wanted to make these 2 ours?” She turned to the older woman.

“I would expect regular Instagram uploads to see how they are doing.” The woman smiled. “This is a private foster situation, so there really isn’t any paperwork or anything to be done if that’s what you’re asking. There are just some questions I like to ask.”

“Fire away!” Alessia hugged a sleeping McCabe to her chest.

“Do you have a fenced yard?”

“Yup! A big one! With lots of things to explore.” Alessia answered.

“Do you have a vet lined up?”

“Beth and Viv said they would give us the information for their vet. Said they highly recommend them. Especially for puppies.” Alessia played with the still sleeping dogs' ears.

“Wonderful. You two do travel. Do you have care lined up for when you are away?”

“We have several people willing to stay at the house with them.” Leah answered.

Martha took a deep breath and exhaled. “Well then. After seeing the four of you together, if you would like to take those babies home with you, I think you would be a great fit for them.”

Alessia spun around on the floor with McCabe in her arms, bright blue eyes looking at Leah. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Leah bent down and picked up the sleeping puppy at her feet. Little only opened her eyes slightly, clearly not caring about being handled. “You want to come with us and keep an eye on that little bugga for good? Hmm?”

Martha stood up. “Well then, let me get their things. They each have a toy and blanket. I’ll also give you a bag of the kibble they currently eat. You can keep them on the same brand or change it. You’ll just want to mix this one with whatever you get to help ease their body into the change. And then I have quick info care sheet.” The woman exited the room.

“Are we really taking them home Lee?”

“Yeah Lessi.”

Alessia rose up from the floor to sit on the couch next to Leah. “Thank you, Leah.” She kissed the other blonde softly. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Leah smiled as she leaned in for another kiss. “I did promise we would get a dog when we had a home with a garden, and I keep my promises.”

“That you do.”

“Alright. Here we are.” Martha reentered the room. “These belong to Little.” She held up a gray blanket and stuffed rabbit. “And these belong to McCabe.” She held up a red blanket and. . .

“Is that a shin pad?” Leah asked with a twisted face.

“It is. I honestly have no idea where it came from. Might be an old thing that belonged to one of my boys that she pulled from a closet.” She shrugged. “But as you can see from the teeth marks, she loves it.”

“She is going to need a new name before we introduce her to any of the girls.” Leah shook her head.

“Do we? It just seems to fit so well.” Alessia whined.

Leah leveled her with a glare.

“Fine.” Alessia rolled her eyes. “Martha, do you take donations or anything to help take care of these little ones or other fosters.”

“I personally don’t. I’m fortunate enough to be able to have a few fosters at once and manage. But if you would like, please donate to the shelter that sent you my way. They’re the ones that need the most help.”

“I will do that then.” Alessia smiled. “Alright McCabe. Are you ready to go see your new home? How about you, Little?” She scratched behind the ear of the pup in Leah’s lap before standing up with McCabe in her arms. Leah followed suit with Little in her arms.

Martha handed the items for each puppy to the footballer that was holding them. She leaned in and placed a kiss on top of each dog's head. “You behave.” She said to McCabe. “And keep her out of trouble.” She said to Little. “Right. I’ll get the door.”

Leah and Alessia followed Martha to the door. “Thank you so much Martha. It was a pleasure meeting you. And we’ll be sure to post plenty of pictures to keep you updated.” Alessia started.

“Yes, thank you very much.” Leah echoed.

“I can’t wait to see the official announcement with the names you pick.” Martha opened the door. “It was lovely meeting you both. Take care.” She remained on the porch and waved as the couple drove away.

On the way home, they made a stop at the pet shop for essential supplies. Mostly. They got a playpen to help contain the pups in the kitchen, or outside until they were a bit bigger, pee pads, puppy training treats, collars, harnesses and leads, and half the toy aisle. Alessia wanted to let the dogs have anything they picked. So every single toy that McCabe picked up and thrashed about went into the trolly. Little had picked up a single toy and carried it throughout the entire shop and car park as she sat in the trolly.

“We should have got that carrier that holds the dog to your chest like a baby.” Leah said as she held tightly to a wiggling puppy. “McCabe, seriously.”

“Here.” Alessia grabbed one of the toys they had purchased and handed it to Leah, which was swiftly snatched by the black pup who began thrashing in the defender's arms. “Calm down Stitch.”

Leah stopped walking. Alessia stopped the trolly a few steps later, turning back to her girlfriend. “What?” The striker asked over her shoulder.

“McCabe is Stitch. And Little is Lilo.” Leah looked at each pup as she said the names.

Alessia looked between the dogs and Leah. “Oh my gawd, Le! They are!” She scooped the caramel colored puppy out of the trolly. “What do you think Little? Hmm? I think Lilo would be a perfect name for you. And she.” She turned towards Leah and the other pup. “Is definitely Stitch.” Alessia took a few steps to Leah. “Lilo and Stitch, yeah?”

“Lilo and Stitch.”

Alessia gave Leah a quick kiss. “Come on. Let’s get the car loaded.”

The couple continued through the car park and loaded their items into the boot. Each pup still holding on to a toy. When they were settled into their seats, Alessia pulled out her phone. “Hold Stitch for a sec, Le. I want to send a pic to the girls.”

StarGirl23: jpeg.

StarGirl23: Anyone want to come over and meet Lilo and Stitch?

#woso community #woso fanfics #woso soccer #leah williamson #alessia russo #arsenal women #arsenal wfc

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uncharismatic-fauna · 8 months

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Close Up with Coyotes

Often confused with wolves, foxes, or even stray dogs, the coyote (Canis latrans) is a species of canid found only in Central and North America, from Panama to central Canada. Historically, the coyote mainly occupied grasslands, scrubland, and deserts; however, in the past few centuries the species has expanded its range to include deciduous and evergreen forests, mountains, swamps, and even cities. Generally individuals and groups keep to one home territory, but they will move when resources become lacking.

Among the canines, coyotes are rather small, weighing only 8 to 20 kg (18 to 44 lb), and males tend to be larger than females. Generally coyotes sport a light gray, red, or brownish coat with a lighter underside; however, regional populations may differ wildly. This species may be identified from other canids by its large pointed ears, whitish facial markings, and narrow snout.

Though C. latrans does occasionally form packs, it is more likely to hunt individually or in small family groups. Nonfamily packs, usually made of bachelors, are rare. In addition, coyotes have been known to form mutualistic hunting relationships with other species like badgers. It is primarily carnivorous, hunting mainly at dawn and dusk for rabbits and hares, squirrels, mice, lizards, and occasionally larger targets such as deer or pronghorn. This species will also readily consume carrion, as well as produce and human food waste, making it highly adaptable to urban areas. Traditionally, the species has been limited via both competition and direct predation by wolves and cougars; in its expanded range, coyotes may also be predated upon by bears, alligators, lynx, and golden eagles.

Though reproduction typically takes place in the spring, from January to March, temporary pair bonds may form as early as November. Mates prepare dens, which may be dug out or selected from tree hollows or pre-existing burrows, and establishes a territory up to 19 square km (11 square miles). During this time, daughters from a females previous litter, or her sisters, may join the group. Pregnancy typically lasts just over 60 days, during which time the male and any assisting females do most of the hunting. Litters average 6 pups, and weaning takes about a month. During this time, the male continues to provide for the mother and pups, but will abandon the den if the mother goes missing. By the age of four or five weeks the pups develop a hierarchy through play-fighting. After about 6 months, the male pups will leave, while females will typically stay with their mothers until at least the next mating season, at which time they reach sexual maturity. In the wild, individuals may live as long as 10 years.

Conservation status: Due to its large range and adaptability to human habitats, the C. latrans is considered Least Concern by the IUCN. In urban areas, coyotes are regularly hunted as a nuisance species due to their predation on free-roaming pets and, occasionally, livestock.

In traditional Indigenous American stories, the coyote was seen as a trickster or anti-hero (here is an interesting paper about the 'Coyote' character in traditional stories versus western interpretations). The European colonization of North America and the eradication of large predators like wolves and cougars has allowed coyotes to spread far beyond their original geographic range and become a 'nuisance species' in urban areas.

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pregmothy · 4 months

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You work in a brothel, many months pregnant with at least 6 pups but you’d kinda forgotten how long or how many were inside you. Ever since you worked here and got knocked up you’d been here more than anyone else. You wore no clothing, exposing your belly, litter constantly squirming inside. Many clients would simply use you, dumping their load inside whilst they play with your body before moving on.

But one was different. He would enter as you lay on the bed on all fours, begging to be made more pregnant, and of course he would oblige. But after he dumped his remarkably huge load inside you, he pulled your body into his and just says “I need more of you. All of you to myself…”

And as simple as that, you and him walked or in your case waddled to his car. You get to his house and immediately treats you like you are married. He makes sure you eat plenty of food as you’d had not eaten a lot whilst at the brothel and lost some weight and soon your belly now bulges even more outwards.

Months would go past and of course he still loved you getting filled with plenty of randomers cum in the brothel but would always take you home and care for you. You looked 8 months pregnant but who knew when you’d pop. Or after all the anti labor drugs you’d been given in secret, maybe you couldn’t now…

Either way, these many pups inside you still had a long time to cook 💖

SO CUUTTTEEE!!!! Being pampered makes me weak, in the heart and the knees 😘

#bd/sm blog #bd/sm kink #ftm nsft #ftnb nsft #send dirty asks #bd/sm breeding #ftm breeding #pregnancy kink #preg k!nk #preggo kink #ftm pregnancy #hyperpregnancy #hyperpreg #birth denial #impreg kink #forced impreg

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mychlapci · 2 months

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A shot video oh a dolphin giving birth popped up on my Twitter feed and it made it want to share it with so.

So merformers Wing/Drift/Rodimus/Ratchet right?

Drift gives me dolphin vibes, they look cute and cuddly but can definitely kill you.

So Mer Drift full of pups from his mates, the staff had to keep a eye on him because the last time drift gave before all three fucked another litter of pups into him, So Drifts swimming around, and it's late when he has them, Ratchet is the first to pick up on it and swimming with him, Drift stops, pushes a bit of the pup out and swims again, repeat.

Drifts sore and whining by the end, a pup still remaining in his swollen and tender slit, and when he pushes it back out, the pups are feeding on his 6 fat titties, and its too late when the staff comes, AL l three fuck yet another litter into Drift who's moaning and squealing with over sensitivity. All three have there tramsfluid stuffed into Drifts very fertile gestation tank, and While wing and Rodimus are playing with the pups Ratchet is tending to there worn out carrier

https://twitter.com/i/status/1758471327562809740

oh hell yeah, i do like to imagine mer Drift giving birth to the pups while swimming – at first, only Ratchet is around to help him keep moving, coaching him through it, and later, when Wing and Rodimus wake up, they follow after, trying to make Drift feel better, nipping at the first pup coming out. Drift is wincing, gasping, water pouring through his vents so fast there are heated bubbles surrounding his frame. He's wagging his tail, struggling to push, until the first pup finally slips out with a spurt of fluids and he moans in relief <3

He rubs up against all three of his mates affectionately before the second pup begins to crown, his titties finally popping out, ready to feed the incoming litter… By the time someone on the staff notices that Drift is having pups, the three are already taking turns pounding his tender, overworked slit, little pups swimming around, distracted by one or two doting sires.

When it comes to Drift's rest, they help him to the nest, where Ratchet licks his slit soothingly, while Rodimus and Wing play with their young <3

#valveplug #birth mention #birth #pregnancy mention #merformers #texty

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animeomegas · 1 year

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24 Hours - Chapter 4

[Alpha!Reader x Omega!Shino]

Summary: You were getting the hang of this ‘mated to a friend for a day’ thing now, and it was starting to come more naturally. You could handle whatever the day would throw at you! Drama, tears and... massage oil? Okay, the last one might be too much for your poor heart to handle. GN!Alpha!Reader x Multiple

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, some sexy content, suicide mention.

(Oh my gosh, I got this out so fast 😅 As always, this is a gift for the lovely @omeganronpa! I hope everyone enjoys and I guess it’s not too early now to say Happy Holidays XD 💜💙💚 There’s only two more chapters left til the epilogue now 😱)

Word count: 7.8k

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Epilogue

You woke feeling content, like you’d had a really good dream that you couldn’t quite remember. Your brain was still fuzzed with sleep and you couldn’t remember why you felt so cosy and relaxed, just that you did and that you wanted the floaty feeling to last forever.

And wasn’t that suspicious.

You immediately forced your eyes open to make sure you weren’t drugged and laying on the floor of the forest during a mission and accidentally abandoning your teammates to die a terrible death, but you were thankfully greeted by a fairly normal, if a little eclectic and cluttered, bedroom and an empty bed rather than any foliage What?

“You will have 24 hours with the seven people you could love the most and who could love you in return. Learn so that you may choose wisely.”

Oh, yeah. Technically you were right about the drugged part even if you missed the mark on the forest bit.

Your eyes immediately flit over to where the glass balcony door had been, searching for Shikamaru, but of course there was no such thing there. Instead you were looking at a massive shelf fastened to the wall, filled with books, boxes and a bunch of clutter and objects you couldn’t name. The shelf wasn’t the only one of its kind in the room, and between them and the massive desk, it was a very crowded space.

You felt a pang of sadness as you pined for Shikamaru, remembering intimately how his attention made you feel. He had impressed you thoroughly but worried you just as much. Even if you didn’t end up with him, you were certainly going to push his friends into helping him balance his life properly, now that you knew him a little better.

You were also grateful to him for allowing your relaxing day because you felt energized in a way you hadn’t in a long time, so rather than dawdle in bed, you jumped up and decided to get dressed and have a little nosey around the room to see if you could find out anything about the omega you’d be spending the next day with, other than the fact that they were clearly an early riser.

Despite the clutter, it was thankfully easy to locate your clothes, many of which you recognised, and you were dressed in only a few minutes. Although, while searching for some hand cream, you had found that your bedside drawer was strangely filled with what you could only describe as ‘knickknacks’. There were shiny stones, pressed flowers, little brass trinkets and so much more. How strange. Why would you have started to collect such things? Or was this linked to your partner in some way?

The lesson plans littering the desk didn’t help shed any light on who this mystery person was either. You couldn’t think of any of your peers that would choose to teach at the academy, and they clearly weren’t lesson plans for genin, unless the genin were particularly inept. Which, remembering your genin team’s early days, was technically a possibility.

Unfortunately, any more snooping was interrupted when you heard crying from somewhere else in the house. The shrieky sort of crying that only pups could produce that made you jump out of your skin if you weren’t expecting it.

Clearly, you were back into a household with pups again for this cycle. Wait, were you supposed to be up and looking after that pup? Was that why they were crying?

Your heart lurched with panic, and you decided to head downstairs as fast as possible in case you were accidentally neglecting your new child. You did not want to spend this cycle at the hospital with a child and an angry oma questioning why you hadn’t gone down like you were supposed to.

Thankfully, as you exited into an equally eclectic hallway, you heard a second voice from downstairs, a deeper, softer and calmer voice. You relaxed. That was definitely an adult voice, probably the one attached to your mate for the day.

You descended the stairs, wondering if you were already somehow the cause for the crying. Wouldn’t that be a good start to the day?

“You can only choose one option, but you must be quick, we do not have time for this.”

“No! I want appa to come with!” the unknown pup cried, voice louder now that you were closer.

“You can stay with appa-“

“No! Not stay! I want appa to come with!”

You reached the bottom of the stairs and were greeted with an open plan style living room and kitchen and three people, one adult and two children. There was a little girl sitting on the floor, the source of the crying, you noted, and another older child, about eleven ish if you had to guess, standing at the front door.

And of course, your mate was there too, crouching down in front of the little girl and attempting to placate her.

It was obviously an Aburame household, the way both the man and the older child were dressed, but you had trouble believing the man to be Shino for a moment because he looked vastly different with his new glasses, hair style and fully adult stature. But you didn’t know any other Aburame, and the fortune teller lady had said these were all people you’d already met in some capacity. It had to be Shino.

Shino looked up when you walked in and although there wasn’t much of his face exposed, he still somehow managed to look relieved that you had come down.

He stood up as you approached, the little girl noticing where he was looking and standing up too.

“Appa!” she wailed, running at you and clinging onto your legs. You let out a little oof sound as she hit you and knocked you off balance. “Appa, you’ll come with to drop Kazue off at school, right? Please?”

“No, they cannot,” the boy you presumed to be Kazue answered before you could think of formulating a response. “Why? Because even the time needed to put on a coat and shoes would make me late for class. Oma, we have to leave now.”

He put his backpack over his shoulder, and he really looked like a mini-Shino from your academy days. It was cute.

“No!” the little girl protested. “I don’t want oma to go!”

“We have to go now,” Kazue said, tugging on Shino’s sleeve. “I don’t like being late.”

Obviously, it was your time to intervene.

“Hey,” you said, crouching down to the little girl’s height as Shino had done before. “We can have lots of fun here, okay? Don’t cry.”

She whined and pushed herself into your chest, so you scooped her up to try and comfort her. You were her appa after all, as weird as that was.

Shino looked reluctant to leave her while she was crying, but Kazue was becoming increasingly distressed at the concept of being late.

“Remember that I am coming straight home today,” Shino said, words rapid as he walked towards the door. “My class is still training in the woods and so I do not have to teach. I am simply dropping your brother off and then I will return home.”

“You’re coming back?” she asked tearily, still burying her face in your shoulder.

“Yes, do not worry.”

His words seemed to placate her enough that Shino was comfortable leaving and so he and Kazue left. It was just you and the little girl whose name you still didn’t know.

Your thoughts raced by quickly, touching on your feelings over the family dynamic, the pups, Shino’s new look, the fact that he was clearly teaching at the academy and what he might be like as a mate. But you didn’t have time to dwell on any of that at the moment because you had an upset child cradled in your arms.

You tried to put her down, but she whined and clung onto you harder so you decided to change tactics and speak to her instead.

“Have you had breakfast yet?”

She nodded. Well, that was good at least; you had no idea what she liked to eat.

Actually, you didn’t know anything about her, maybe that was where you should start. Without asking her directly though. You really didn’t want her to mention any weird behaviour to Shino because you’d end up in a cell in T&I which would be most unhelpful as you were certain none of the people in there were contenders for your future mate.

Flashes of Ibiki and Anko from your first chunin exams popped up and you shivered.

But maybe you could find out more about her with a game? That way you could cheer her up as well and kill two birds with one stone.

“How about we play a game then?” you asked, trying to sound enthusiastic.

“What kind of game?” she asked, sounding hopefully optimistic.

“It’s a game where you have to pretend to be strangers meeting each other for the first time, okay?”

She didn’t look convinced that this game would be very fun, but she allowed you to put her down at least. You cleared your throat before dropping down on one knee.

“Oh, good day, madame!” you said in the silliest ‘posh’ voice you could manage. “I don’t appear to have met you before!”

The girl started to giggle, and you knew you were doing a good job at selling her on the game.

“Say, fair maiden,” you continued in the same voice. “What is your name?”

“Shihori,” she giggled, stepping closer to you.

“Shihori? What a splendid name! How old are you, Shihori?”

“I am five!” she grinned, holding up five fingers. “I’m big now. How old are you?”

“I am four thousand and sixty-two years old,” you answered instead of giving your real age, as you weren’t entirely sure what it currently was.

“No!” she laughed, knocking into you and gently hitting your arms. “You’re lying! That’s not the game!”

“I’m not lying!”

“Yes, you are! Stop being silly, appa!”

“Okay, okay,” you said, dropping the voice. “You caught me, you win!”

She laughed again, much happier than earlier and held up her hands to be picked up again. You obliged and she cuddled in, nuzzling and purring the little, broken pup purrs you were now more familiar with. You knew the scientific reason why her purrs were like that, but that didn’t stop them being the cutest things ever.

Her personality was very different from the pups you had spent the day with, with Kiba. Kazue on the other hand reminded you of a young Shino, from what you’d seen so far.

Shino had never really struck you as a family man, you had to admit that you didn’t know him very well. He was always there in class at the academy, and you bumped into him a lot around the village over the years, but you’d never really spoken. Kami, you were realising how much more time you needed to devote to learning about your peers and getting closer with them.

Shihori suddenly gasped in your arms, and you were pulled out of your thoughts.

“What is it? Is something wrong?” you asked, unable to resist pinching her little cheeks.

“I drew some things yesterday, appa! I need to show you!” she said excitedly. She wiggled to be put down and then ran upstairs, calling for you to wait there for her return.

You ended up looking at her drawings until Shino returned a little while later.

…

“Oma?” Shihori asked after mandatory cuddles had been exchanged on Shino’s return. “Can we go to the woods to play today?”

“Of course,” he said simply. “Why? We should spend time together as a family when me and appa both have days off. Go and get your coat on, please.”

“Appa, can you help find my coat please?”

“No,” Shino interjected. “I need to speak to appa for a moment, you are a big girl who can find and put on her own coat.”

You hide your laugh as Shihori deflated, obviously not wanting to claim she wasn’t a big girl. Checkmate. She eventually went upstairs to find her coat, leaving you alone with Shino for the first time.

Shino was still wearing his outdoor clothes, the sort of clothes you were used to seeing him in, but you wondered if he ever took them off, even at home.

“Kazue is behaving strangely about going to school again,” Shino said with a sigh, sitting down on the sofa tiredly. “He was especially nervous today as I was not staying at school with him as normal, but he refuses to explain why he is feeling this way. He will not even admit that anything has changed at all.”

Welp, here you go, straight into the pup issues. This fortune teller had high hopes for your parenting skills (or lack thereof) because you were having to solve a lot of pup problems this week. You needed to reply with something caring and relevant but also generic enough that it wouldn’t be obvious that you didn’t know the backstory of the situation.

“Maybe we should give him until the end of the week to come to us with the problem,” you proposed, swiftly kicking the problem past your 24-hour cycle. “If he doesn’t, then one of us can take Shihori out and the other can talk to him about what’s going on and let him know that we’re there to help him.”

Shino hummed, nodding.

“I could ask my father to take Shihori. I do not wish to pressure Kazue, but I am worried that something serious is wrong.”

“I understand,” you said, putting a hand on his. They were cold to the touch. “But we’ll figure it out.”

Little footsteps ran down the stairs and the conversation ended just like that. Poor Kazue, you hoped he was okay and that you could spend some time with him before you left.

Now you just had to find your coat and shoes…

…

The woods at the other side of the Aburame compound were beautiful, despite the chilly weather. You had sort of implicitly assumed that you were going to roughly the same time in the future with every cycle, but this was the first time you were experiencing a day so close to Winter. There were still some leaves left clinging to trees, but many of them lined the ground instead. As was usually the case in Fire country though, the sun was still shining brightly through the trees, illuminating the woods and bringing an extra notch of warmth with it.

Shihori looked incredibly cute in her little coat and duck themed wellies. She was walking in between you and Shino, holding both your hands, swinging between you and jumping in any muddy puddles she could see.

“Again! Swing again!”

“Alright. One, two, three,” you and Shino swung her on three. She shrieked in delight.

The whole thing was sickeningly domestic.

“Oma!” Shihori suddenly gasped, letting go of your hands. “There’s a big rock! Do you think there are any bugs under it?”

She was basically vibrating in excitement, looking up at Shino with her wide eyes, eyes that you belatedly recognised were your own. That was extremely weird. Cute, but weird.

“Let’s go and look,” Shino said, holding a hand back out for her take. She did, and they walked over together to look at the rock. You followed.

All three of you crouched down around this small-ish (or big if you were Shihori) rock at the base of a tree. Shino lifted it, and although Shihori had her hands on it too, it didn’t look like she was actually helping Shino in anyway.

There was something infectious about Shino and Shihori’s excitement and you found yourself intrigued about what you were going to find. This family was so sweet, and even though you hadn’t spent much time alone with Shino yet, you could see the appeal of this life from the family side.

“Ah, earwigs!” Shihori gasps, pointing at the little creatures crawling around in the mud.

“That’s right,” Shino said, picking one up in his hands. “Here, would you like to hold it?”

Shihori nodded furiously and held out her hands.

“Did you know that earwigs are nocturnal? That is why they seek out dark spaces, like those under rocks, during the daytime.”

“What does nocturnal mean, oma?”

“It means they are awake at night, and they sleep in the day.”

“Ooh, that’s so cool! Appa! Look how cool this earwig is!” Shihori grinned at you as she held up the bug.

“That’s really cool!” you agreed. “I think it likes you too, look, it’s crawling around.”

Shihori looked delighted. But somehow, Shino seemed more delighted. He really looked happy, happier and more animated than you’ve ever seen him, in fact.

“Okay, it’s time to put the rock down now so that the earwigs can sleep,” Shino said, gently lowering the rock. Shihori nodded seriously.

“Yes, we don’t want to disturb their home. I’d be sad if someone broke into my room and picked me up in the middle of the night. Why? Because it would be rude.”

You stifled a laugh behind your hand. One thing you’d learnt about Aburame pups, or at least Shihori, is that they automatically copied the ultra-logical speaking style of their clan, but they couldn’t actually grasp enough logic to pull it off as intended.

You and Shihori stood up and brushed yourselves off, but Shino remained crouched for an extra moment. You thought you saw him slip something into his pocket, but he was up and ready to continue the walk before you could ask.

And continue you did, the peaceful ambiance interrupted at random intervals by the sound of Shihori hitting sticks against trees and singing nonsense nursery rhymes. You and Shino just followed whatever path she seemed to pick, watching to make sure she was okay. It had felt totally natural for you to join your hands together as you walked. His hands were surprisingly small for someone of Shino’s height and stature, but that just made them nicer to hold.

The domesticity was flooding your brain with all sorts of good chemicals, and you couldn’t help but swing yours and Shino’s hands back and forth a little as you walked, something Shino didn’t seem to mind.

“Did you come here to look for bugs when you were her age?” you asked. It was a moment later that you realised as his mate, you’d probably know the answer to that, so you hurried to make the question more specific. “I mean, were you ever this enthusiastic?”

“Yes,” Shino said, smiling and squeezing your hand. “My father took me here all the time, and I remember being just as excited, although I had a different way of expressing myself to Shihori.”

You both watched Shihori attempt to jump and climb a tree. She missed spectacularly, but rather than cry when she hit the ground, she simply brushed herself off and tried to climb the tree again, this time with spite and determination in her eyes.

“I never tried to climb trees until I knew how to do it with chakra, but Shihori does not seem to agree with that method.”

“I used to-“

Shino cut you off with a tiny, barely audible gasp. He was looking at something off to the left.

“Look at this!” he pulled you over to a nearby tree and pointed at something nestled in between the moss. “They’re out early!”

“What is? I can’t see anything,” you said, confused. Was he looking at the moss?

“These are Cogita Volan bugs, also known as Mirror bugs. They are known for their incredibly reflective wings that they use for camouflage,” Shino explained, leaning in to look at the bug that you couldn’t quite see. He was so animated that you couldn’t help but watch him. He commanded your attention in a way that he never had before. “They hide in things malleable like moss or fallen leaves because it allows them to reflect from every direction and avoid being eaten.”

You looked closer at the spot he was pointing and now that he mentioned it, you could see the distortion of one of the bugs hidden in the moss. You couldn’t believe that Shino had spotted such a thing from the corner of his eye.

“I think Mirror bugs are quite beautiful,” Shino said, studying them.

Emboldened by your good mood, your filter disappeared completely.

“I think you’re beautiful,” you said softly.

Shino startled and his head jolted up to look at you, mouth dropping open. You were both wearing matching blushes, like school children courting for the first time. Shino gave you such a soft look before leaning against you gently, prompting you to wrap an arm around him.

Shino was so sweet. You couldn’t believe you had ever thought he was cold and aloof. Was it a little weird that he had bugs under his skin or whatever? Yes. But was he also calm and passionate and a really loving oma? It certainly seemed like it.

You regretted not properly befriending him in your younger yours, but this was something you could rectify when you went back, even if you didn’t choose to romance him. (And wasn’t it a weird thought that you were going to have to go back in time and then choose which of your friends to try to woo. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if the person you picked rejected you? Maybe you should have a top 3.)

“Oma! Appa!” you turned and Shihori was still standing under the branch she’d been trying to climb before. “Put me on the branch! Put me on the branch!”

You laughed but jogged over to her and picked her up and spinning her around as she squealed.

“You want to go on the branch, huh?” you said, tickling her. You felt elated all of a sudden. Being with Shino and Shihori like this made you feel like you could do anything, and you really were getting more comfortable pretending to slot into all these different families now.

Shino walked up behind you and pulled a camera from somewhere in his trench coat.

“Can you take a photo of me and Shihori?” he asked softly, handing you the camera.

“Of course, I will,” you agreed. You put Shihori on the branch and Shino stood beside her to support her. You walked back a few paces and pulled up the camera. “Are you ready?”

The two really looked so similar. It was refreshing to see Shino relaxed and smiling when you had only ever seen him withdrawn.

“I am ready. But we must not say cheese,” Shino said. “Why? Because the animals in the woods will come and try to eat it.”

Was Shino… joking?

Shihori started dying laughing and Shino cracked a small smile.

He was joking.

And it was a terrible joke but… just the fact that Shino had said it made it the funniest thing you’d ever heard. Soon, all of you were laughing your hearts out alone in the woods.

You snapped a photo of the two laughing together. It was a gem and something you promised yourself you would frame, even if the photo only existed for one day.

…

Shihori’s head started drooping on the walk back, so you ended up carrying her. She had nuzzled and purred at your neck and eventually fallen asleep, so you and Shino had decided to stop at a little Aburame food stall in the compound and grab some lunch to bring home, including some for Shihori for when she woke up, and a small portion for Kazue to eat as a snack when he returned home from the academy.

“I found this while we were in the woods today,” Shino had said to you while you were eating lunch today. His voice was quiet to keep from waking Shihori, but no less enthused. “I thought you might like it.”

He had handed you a small stone that was shaped like a heart. You had cooed over it and thanked him profusely, warmed by the idea that he had seen something heart shaped and felt compelled to give it to you. It wasn’t until later that you put two and two together and realised that your bedside drawer was filled with the previous iterations of such gifts.

In the end, you had stayed with a still sleeping Shihori while Shino went to pick Kazue up from the academy, so now you were sat beside her as she slowly woke up.

“Appa?” she called out immediately after opening her eyes.

“I’m here, darling,” you cooed. “Did you have a nice nap?”

She hummed in the affirmative and held out her arms for a cuddle. You stroked her hair while she woke up. Today had been so nice, nowhere near as relaxing as your day yesterday with Shikamaru, but it had been so much fun already and it was only the middle of the afternoon. You had enjoyed the peaceful companionship a lot and were hoping for you and Shino would get some more alone time before your day was up. Shihori was adorable and you believed you’d love Kazue all the same, but you weren’t there to pick them, not really, because the people who entered and stayed in relationships just for pups normally screwed up a lot in the process. No, you were here to find a strong relationship and only then, if you wanted pups, would you introduce them.

It was nice that Shino was a teacher at the academy, you thought suddenly. You didn’t see it as first, but he was patient and calm and good at giving logical explanations. It also meant he must be very present in the family and at home, because he worked in the village with consistent hours. The missions pack you saw earlier by the door was probably yours then, but hopefully you’d been taking fewer missions since Kazue was born; you wouldn’t want to miss out on any moment of this, and you’d only been there for a handful of hours.

“I can’t wait until I can have my own bugs,” Shihori said suddenly. “Because then I can play with them all the time and also put them on people I don’t like.”

“That won’t make you many friends,” you snorted.

“I don’t need friends, I have you and oma and Kazue,” she said, grinning up at you. “But I still think we should get a puppy so that list is longer.”

You laughed again. A big thing you’d learnt so far on this weird journey through time was that pups had serious comedy potential.

“I don’t think we can get a puppy right now, but maybe when you’re a bit older.”

Shihori sighed like she’d been expecting such a response.

The front door clicked open.

“Oma’s back!” Shihori cheered, but something didn’t feel right. There was something wrong about the way they were walking through the door.

You were proven correct when moments later, Shino walked into the room looking furious, a hand on Kazue’s shoulder whose face was stained with tear tracks and the beginnings of a black eye.

“What happened?” you demanded, instantly flying off the couch and towards them. You cradled Kazue’s face in your hands and up close you could see how blotchy and red his skin was too. “What’s wrong?”

Kazue’s face scrunched up like he was going to cry, but he turned around and buried his face into Shino’s chest before any new tears fell. Shino immediately encircled him in his arms and cupped the back of his head.

“Shh, it will all be okay,” he said gently, a stark contrast to the rage on his face. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m going upstairs to write in my diary,” Shihori suddenly announced from behind you. You’d forgotten she was there, honestly. She was watching the scene with furrowed eyebrows and had obviously decided she needed to give everyone some privacy. “Why? Um, well, because I want to.”

With that, she turned and ran up the stairs at full speed and if the situation had been less serious, you probably would have found her antics amusing.

“Alright, let’s all sit down, and we can talk about what happened, come on,” you said, directing both people to the sofa you had just vacated. You repurposed the blanket Shihori had been using and draped it over Kazue’s shoulders. “What happened?”

Kazue’s head remained firmly pointed towards his lap, so Shino answered you instead.

“Ikimori sensei told me that Kazue had been targeted by three of the boys in his class this afternoon in a physical altercation,” Shino explained, the calm rage still very present on his face. “Kazue did not fight back, and the altercation was ending swiftly by a teacher.”

So, three boys had assaulted your son who didn’t fight back or defend himself? You could see why Shino was so angry because you were starting to feel the same way.

“You told me I shouldn’t use my bugs against classmates,” Kazue said tearily. “I told them to leave me alone, but they wouldn’t.”

“Was it just an unprovoked attack or were you interacting with them beforehand?” you asked, rubbing his back. “Do you know these boys?”

Kazue just shook his head and refused to speak. You and Shino made significant eye contact over his head; there was something missing from the story, you could tell.

“This isn’t the first time, is it?” you asked gently. His face immediately confirmed your theory. “They’ve been bullying you, is that right?”

There was silence for a moment, but eventually Kazue nodded. He looked miserable, poor thing. You were furious that he’d been treated in such a way at school and his teacher had only just stepped in now. It was making you even angrier that you wouldn’t be here long enough to see through the situation and make sure Kazue was okay and that those boys were punished for their behaviour.

“Were they bullying you because of our clan?” Shino asked suddenly, and Kazue looked up at him, shocked. It was clear that Shino had hit the nail on the head somehow.

Shino’s face softened as he reached the same conclusion as you, before he removed both his and Kazue’s glasses and pressed their foreheads together. “You can always tell us the truth. Why? Because we will never judge you and always help you.”

Kazue was clearly trying not to cry anymore, but the comforting way Shino was holding him was too much, because he quickly broke down into heavy sobs, pushing himself into Shino’s arms. You scooted up behind him and embraced him and Shino so that Kazue was sandwiched in the middle. You hoped he felt safer there.

“Normally, it’s just clan stuff,” he said between sobs. “But I don’t care about that. Today was d-different though.”

“How so, darling?” you asked, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“I don’t know how b-but they found out about my first oma and they- they-“

First oma? What? You were baffled for a moment. Was Kazue adopted?

“What did they say?”

“They said my first oma killed herself because she didn’t want to be my oma anymore,” he wailed, heavy sobs rattling through his little body. “And-And that you would do the same s-soon.”

The tension in the room spiked and you felt a tiny flash of killing intent from Shino before he got in under control. You were feeling much the same way. So, he had been adopted by you and Shino, after a tragedy it sounded like. He must have been from another Aburame family, because there was no way he looked so similar to Shino through coincidence.

And those boys were vile, your mind added on to your assessment of the situation. Who made fun of a classmate’s parent’s suicide? Disgusting.

“That is untrue,” Shino said firmly, tightening his grip. He looked even angrier now, made especially obvious by his lack of glasses.

“Very untrue,” you agreed, covering the poor pup in kisses.

“You are our pup and biology will never change that,” Shino said, pulling away to allow Kazue to look at him properly. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and used it to clean up Kazue’s face. “We love you and Shihori more than anything else in this world and that is a promise.”

Kazue let out a little dry sob as Shino cleaned him up.

“When your biological oma died, we were not expecting pups anytime soon, but when I saw you for the first time, I knew I needed you to be mine. Why? I do not know; I cannot explain it. But I have never regretted it.”

“We will always, always help you with any issues you’re having, including this and the bullying for clan reasons. You don’t have to deal with it alone, and you definitely don’t deserve it,” you added onto Shino’s explanation, drawing Kazue’s attention towards you.

Kazue shot you a watery smile.

“Thanks, appa,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around your torso.

“And I’m going to need you to point out which ones are their parents at pick up, okay? I need to teach them a lesson about raising such shitty pups.”

Kazue gasped, scandalised, and Shino gave you a stern look.

They really were so similar, and it was adorable.

…

Dinner had been a quiet affair, and one that consisted of Kazue’s favourite food, some sort of Aburame potato dish you’d never tried before but agreed was delicious, in an effort to cheer him up. (You consciously did not rank Shino’s food against Neji and Kiba’s because again, that would be very rude. Also, Shikamaru won anyway because he got you into an Akimichi BBQ even if he didn’t cook any of it.)

Shihori also seemed to understand that Kazue was sad because she was quieter than she had been all day, baring the part she’d been asleep.

Kazue seemed embarrassed, so Shino had taken him aside once more after dinner and told him about his own experiences with bullying at the academy. It broke your heart to listen to Shino explain all these things you’d never noticed going on in your classroom and you bitterly regretted not befriending him sooner.

Hearing Shino explain that the bullying was so bad in the early academy years that Shibi, an omega who didn’t keep a full-time nest, had started to because of how frequently Shino would come home upset, really tugged on your heartstrings. It did seem to make Kazue less embarrassed though and there was a fire lit under him at the injustice of the situation that wasn’t there before, so you thought Shino had made a good decision in sharing the story with him.

Despite the fire though, Kazue had tired himself out by crying and decided to head to bed at the same time as Shihori, despite his normal bedtime being much later. You and Shino had spent the best part of half an hour tucking him in and making sure he was okay.

Hence why you were now alone with Shino. Properly alone and sitting together at the kitchen table.

Shino was making a list of things to do to help Kazue, but he had long since written down all helpful solutions and he was now just staring at the paper, stressed. Your attempts at making him laugh by encouraging him to write ‘beat up those children’ on the list were no longer working.

“Hey, there’s no need to be so tense,” you said, putting a hand on his. It was still cold. “We’ll sort everything for Kazue and make sure he’s happy, I promise.”

“Everything has been a bit much lately,” Shino admitted slowly. “Between my students, your coming home very late from your mission last week and now Kazue… I have been stressed. I am stressed.”

“I see,” you said, rubbing his hand with your thumb.

Neither of you said anything else for a while. You thought about what you could do to help. He wasn’t particularly emotive in his voice but being so close to him make you privy to his scent which was tense enough to rile your own emotions in return. You needed to help him, no, you wanted to help him, so spoil him, to make all the bad emotions go away. The way your thumb was moving on his skin gave you an idea.

“Would you like a massage?” you said abruptly, your filter refusing to stop the first idea that entered your head from exiting your mouth.

“Wha-what?!”

…

It had taken a few minutes to find enough towels to cover the bed and find some massage oil, which you’d eventually found in the wardrobe in the form of a never opened gift. Clearly, you hadn’t done this for Shino before but as you looked at Shino laying face down, bare bar a towel over his butt, you decided you definitely needed to if you chose Shino. In fact, if you weren’t sure that he would deny you instantly, you’d offer a friend massage too.

It was just so incredibly and overwhelmingly hot that the man you’d never seen in less than six layers was wearing nothing, laying prone in front of you. It was like his skin was taboo, a hidden treasure that you were finally getting a glimpse of after years of nothing. What could be hotter than that? You were glad that he was laying face down, because you were a little worried that he’d notice how ‘distracted’ you were.

His skin was just so smooth, comparatively untouched by scars, compared to other shinobi that was, perhaps because of his role as a distance fighter and his many armoured layers that he never left the house without.

“Are you, uh, are you ready for me to start?” you asked, awkwardly, popping open the oil cap. You couldn’t wait to put your hands on his skin, and you meant that in the least creepy way possible, of course.

“I… yes, but you do not have to do this,” Shino said, softly. “I will be fine, either way.”

“I want to,” you said firmly. “I’m going to start from the lower parts and work my way up, please tell me which parts are best and if anything hurts.”

“Okay. I am ready.”

His final throwaway insistence that you didn’t need to go out of your way for him was cute, but he was seriously underestimating what you’d be getting out of this experience too.

You poured the oil onto your hands and rubbed them together until the oil was warmed up. Technically, his feet were the furthest down, but that would probably be easier when he was on his front, so instead you put your hands on his ankle with the intention of starting with his calves.

You started first on his left calf, applying pressure with your thumbs and pushing them up before curving off to the sides. The oil smelt of vanilla and Shino’s scent blended with it seamlessly. It was very satisfying to watch his skin move around your thumbs, over and over again. Just getting to touch the skin on his calves was getting to you head already.

Shino hummed pleasantly as you applied an extra bit of pressure.

“Does that feel good?” you asked, keeping the ministrations steady and repetitive.

“Yes,” Shino hummed, his voice muffled by the pillow he was resting on.

“Good,” you replied, a little growl lining your voice without permission. You were privileged enough to be able to feel the shiver that ran through Shino’s body in response. This was too hot. “I’m going to switch to the other calf now.”

You worked on both of his calves until it the skin was hot to the touch. You needed to move on, but the thought of touching his thighs was… a lot. But not a lot in a bad way, so you slid your hands further up, still staying in the safer, lower thigh region for the time being.

“Do you like the smell of the oil?” you asked, to keep yourself grounded as you rubbed little circles on the lower part of Shino’s left thigh. “I don’t remember how we got it?”

“I believe it was a gift,” Shino asked, voice slightly slurred. “From Neji, at Shihori’s baby shower, but we have never used it before. Why? I-I don’t know.”

Squinting more closely at the bottle on the nightstand, you could see now that it was branded as a massage oil for pregnant omegas with no harsh chemicals and a soothing scent meant to reduce nausea. That was a nice gift from Neji, you could see him buying something like that now that you knew him better.

“I’m glad we’re getting use out of it,” you said, allowing your thumbs to stray a little further up, just until they made contact with the towel. Should you move the towel up a bit? Or would Shino not like that? Maybe you should ask him.

“Me too,” he sighed, nuzzling at the pillow. “It feels nice.”

“I’m just going to move the towel up a bit, okay?” you asked, hesitantly, taking your hands off his skin to hover over the towel.

“Okay,” he replied easily. Right, you just had to push it up a bit… Why were you sweating more now than like, the Wave mission where you almost died multiple times? At least Shino couldn’t tell your palms were sweating because of the oil. Carefully, you pushed the white towel up until the crease at the top of his thighs was just barely visible. Right, no time to waste, you just needed to do the same things as you had been doing already but just further up, right? That should be easy.

But you failed to take into account how much softer Shino’s upper thighs were, how his flesh would move around your fingers and how powerful the visual of his thighs glistening with oil would look.

Your underwear was not as comfortable as it had been twenty minutes ago.

Your hands glided up his right thigh, the oil making the motion so easy that you slipped and ended up pushing the tips of your fingers under the towel and over Shino’s backside just a little. Shino sucked in a little air and his toes curled slightly, but he did not protest.

Oh kami, you had just totally copped a feel by accident. Just focus, he obviously didn’t mind, just focus on what you’re doing. You kept up that little mantra as you worked.

The skin was soft, and as Shino’s reactions remained positive, you relaxed a little and focused on kneading the skin until it was pink. Shino was getting progressively breathier as time went on.

“Does this feel good?” you questioned softly. “Want me to work on your back now?”

“Feels really good,” he slurred, sounding nothing like himself now. He didn’t bother answering the second question, but you assumed that was a statement of agreeance and moved the towel back down, briefly mourning the sight, and moved onto his back.

Shino’s back was obviously where he was carrying all his stress because he suddenly became a lot more vocal, groaning and hissing and whining, as you worked out the kinks and knots. But once the worst of it was over, he fell completely boneless on the bed, only the changes in his breathing reassuring you that he was still awake, if only barely.

You kept rubbing around his neck anyway, perched over his hips, telling yourself it was to keep him relaxed, but in all honesty, you were having a good time massaging him like this. He was just so pretty, and you’d never seen him like this before, never. Not even close. You were addicted to this side of him, and it was difficult to stop.

“You must have been so stressed,” you whispered into his ear, leaning over him. “Your back was like a rock.”

“Hmm, not anymore,” he whispered, eyes closed.

You laughed. He was right.

You continued for another few minutes, but it was obviously time to start winding down, as sad as it made you to admit that.

“Okay, I’m done,” you said sadly, removing your hands and wiping them on a nearby towel. “We should definitely use the rest of the oil sometime soon though.”

There was no response.

“Shino?” you asked quietly, climbing off the bed and peering down at his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing slow and deep; he was asleep. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him. He was so sweet, and he looked so innocent, relaxed and smelling of vanilla.

Unable to bring yourself to wake him, you decided to leave him be and clean up by yourself, tidying up the towels, wiping up excess oil and even redressing him.

(And you were exerting full effort into not noticing the raging boner he had, even while asleep, while you dressed him into some pyjamas. Shino appeared to have liked the massage more than you had intended.)

He had woken up at one point, just briefly, but when his bleary eyes had settled on your face, he had merely relaxed again and fallen straight back to sleep. It was flattering that he felt so comfortable with you if not a little annoying that you were having to dress someone completely limp.

By the time you had him tucked up in bed with you, it was almost midnight. You decided to hurry up and fall asleep to avoid another headache scenario that you really didn’t want but allowed yourself a few more seconds to watch Shino and think about your day here with him.

The first thought you had was that you wanted to massage him more. His hands, his face, his feet, his chest, everywhere.

Your second thought was less motivated by horniness, and was instead about how much you’d enjoyed today, how loved you’d felt just watching the members of this little family interact with each other. And yes, Shihori was a little madame sometimes, and Kazue was going through a hard time, but you were really going to miss them. You debated going to tuck them in again, but your limbs were heavy and refused to move.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in the end and when you did, it was with the scent of vanilla sitting heavily on your tongue and Shino’s warmth pressed against your side, thinking about how much you wished you could do a second day here.

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we-were-beautiful · 1 year

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The Fox and The Hounds pt.1

A/N: Hello all, so this is my first time writing for anything from Acotar that I have gotten to a point that I feel confident enough to post It has been almost two years since I have really written anything so I might be a wee bit rusty, but I had the cute autumn court head cannon that I needed to get out of my head. Also no Beta here we die like men

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Summary: Its autumn court tradition to give your mate a fox kit before your ceremony. after years of knowing the Vanserra’s a mating bond snaps between the Autumn Heir and a well known smoke hound breeder

Warnings: none

Wind gently rustles the leaves of the forest surrounding the humble home in the forest, somewhere distantly a river babbles deep in the misty woods. By humble home it truly translates to manor nestled deep in the Forest. The sound of dogs barking breaks the peaceful silence around the home most days, and on occasion one could catch a glimpse of the sleek gray hounds darting throughout the property.

The L/N family were a well respected family within the Autumn Court. Thorne L/N had made his name in court as an advisor and counselor to Beorn in conjunction with the lucrative businesses he ran on the side. However what the family was most well known for was their smoke hounds.The most well-bred and coveted hounds came from the L/N estate. Of his four children the only one who took interest in the dogs was his youngest Y/N. With seven hounds of her own Y/N was clever when it came to which ones should be bred together and what new bloodlines to bring in. Y/N quickly became one of the go to breeders in Autumn with pups from her stock being highly sought after. While not the most traditional route for a lady of the court, Thorne allowed Y/N to keep up with it as it brought her joy and it kept her home under her mothers watchful eye.

A small yip can be heard as a red fox darts around Y/N’s ankles as she moves through the kitchen. Coming in from the kennels Y/N moves sluggishly; putting on the kettle and grabbing a cup to make tea. The fox yips again; this time nipping at her heel. The action however seems to not have the desired effect; nonetheless Y/N moved about the kitchen to fetch the spoiled fox’s breakfast. Seeing the female grab the bowl the fox moved standing on its hind paws resting its front paws on the cabinet to watch the female prep its breakfast again loudly yiping when she wasn’t moving at a fast enough pace for the little creature.

“Ginger.” Y/N hushes the fox and sets a bowl of food down on the ground. Ginger had been a mating present from her father to her mother when the mating bond had snapped. It is an old Autumn Court tradition for a Female to receive a fox kit from her mate or fiance before the ceremony. The foxes were seen as a token of good luck and served as a constant companion for a female in her home. The room is silent save for the soft click of her boots as she moves about the floor and the fox scarfing down food. She hadn’t planned on leaving the manor today so she found it fit to wear trousers paired with a cream blouse and a forest green vest with golden leaves embroidered into the fabric. The kettle lets out a screeching whittle from thee stove breaking the early morning quiet

The female let out a yawn as she poured the boiling water into the delicate cup. The unexpected all-nighter was really starting to take its toll on her. One of the servants had roused her in the middle of the night. Bellatrix, her prized hound, had gone into labor. While this wasn’t her first litter it still took quite a bit of time and Y/N preferred to be there for her hounds just in case things went sour. Luckily for all parties involved things went smoothly and all 6 of the pups were healthy.

Looking out the window the dark sky began to take on hues of purple and orange as the sun started to rise across the colorful Autumn forest. The birds slowly started to awaken their song, joining the rest of the white noise of the forest. Y/n takes a hold of the delicate teacup, wrapping both of her hands around it savoring the warmth against her chilled fingers. Steam rose up from the cup dancing in ambiguous patterns as she took the first sip of the hot tea.

Y/N let out a sigh she knew she would have to go back out to the kennels soon to start feeding the hounds. She could only hope that she would be able to take a small nap before her fathers visitors made their way to the estate. He might have mentioned who was coming, but if she was being perfectly honest with herself she hadn’t been paying attention. Knowing her father it was probably another advisor coming in for brunch before they would go out hunting with the hounds. Leaning against the counter, taking a sip of her tea, her sensitive Fea ears pick up on the inhabitants of the manor slowly waking up to start the day.

The cook was the first person she had seen since she had been fetched last night and the older wood nymph jumped a little seeing the younger Fae leaning on the counter drinking a cup of tea. Upon seeing the new arrival Ginger started yiping again, going to wind around the Nymph’s feet.

“Lady Y/n I wasn’t expecting to see you here this early in the morning.” The nymphs comforting voice brings a small smile to Y/N’s face

“Bella her pups in the early hours, I was tending to her most of the night.” Y/N yawns out, gently setting the cup into the sink in the kitchen “I probably should get back out to the kennels to tend to the rest of the dogs before breakfast.”

“Just make sure you are done and cleaned up before the High Lord and his family arrives.” Her voice is calm despite the news that she dropped on the poor girl's lap.

The High Lord and his family, that's who her fathers guest were. She knew that Beron and her father were close friends since childhood, but this was the first time in her 65 years that they would be hosting the High Lord of Autumn at their home. Typically in the past her family had always traveled to the Forest House for formal events and her father traveled back and forth for his work. The thought sent chills up her back while the High lord and his family had been cordial and friendly with hers; they still had a rather terrifying reputation, and some of his younger sons often looked at her like she was a piece of meat. She would dance and converse with them at gatherings when approached but she clung to her father and brothers side the moment she could get away.

“I forgot that High Lord Beron and his family were coming. Thank you for the reminder Aspen.” Y/n nods before heading towards the door to head back towards the kennels. This news ment she would have to rush getting the kennels ready for the day so that she could go get dressed for a meal with the high lord. Typically she helped the servants with the task regarding her and her family's hounds, she wanted to ensure that they were receiving the best care that they could. The hounds from this estate were prized for a reason. She had known that one of her hounds pups had been purchased by Lord Eris but she had been away from the court at that time with her mother visiting her mothers kin in the Hewn city.

Eris was about the only one of Beron’s four sons that she could stand. In all her interactions with him he had been kind to her, chasing away his younger brothers when they were making her visibly uncomfortable. It also helped that the two of them both had a passion for the famed smoke hounds, so the conversation between the two had never been too dull. When the High Lord had announced Eris’ engagement to Morrigan; Y/n felt like someone had ripped her heart from her chest. It confused the poor girl, only 40 at the time, as to why she had felt like this. The two had never had anything more than friendly conversations at the balls and formal dinners that they had both attended. The pain in her chest had dulled when news had spread through the court about the disastrous outcome of that short lived engagement. There were unfortunate outcomes for her when the rumors spread about why Kier had nearly killed his own daughter. Most of these days Y/N could barely leave the manor without one of her parents or brothers escorting her; and even at formal events she was always under someone's watchful eye, just in case she might have gotten the urge to sneak off with a male. Not like she would do that anyway she was more than content to stay here with her hounds rather than go out and socialize with other females her age whose only goal in life was to marry up or with males who were only interested in what lies beneath her skirts.

Y/N let out a scoff as she entered into the noisy kennel. Her Family owned 18 total hounds, seven were her own personal hounds, five belonged to her father. And her three brothers each had three. Y/n had bred most of the hounds in the kennel bringing in a fortune for her family; however with 18 dogs comes a lot of work that takes some time. Y/N rolls up the sleeves to her shirt as she walks over to the first kennel, one of her fathers hounds, gently clips the leash onto the collar before leading the dog out of its kennel and clipping it onto one of the tiedown points on the center walkway so that she can begin the morning process.

Far more time than she would have liked has passed before she gets to Bellatrix’s kennel .Even with the two servants assigned to the kennels the laborious morning process takes much longer than anticipated, especially after finding out that two of her brother's bitches were in heat. She would pick out two males later to stick in the kennels with them to see if they could yield another two litters. At the moment though Y/N is currently checking over Bellatrix and her pups while listening to the pitiful whines from the kennel across the aisle where the pups sire was housed

“Khalid, Quit your whining. I will bring you over in just a second.” She scolded the dog, Missing the kennel doors open and her help freezing as the newcomers walked in.

Five people walk into the kennels. Her father and mother lead the High Lord Beron, The heavily pregnant Lady of Autumn, and Eris into the kennel. Ginger and another fox quickly darted into the kennel playfully chasing after one another accidentally slamming into Y/N’s legs pulling her attention away from Bellatrix and her pups.

“Y/N” Come greet our guest.” Her fathers voice rang throughout the kennels which suddenly seemed far too quiet as if the hounds knew the power and importance of the individuals that had just walked in. Y/N however was surprised by her father springing up and turning to face the newcomers, well aware that she was not appropriately dressed for this situation. Her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she makes her way towards the group.

“High Lord’ Y/N drops into an awkward curtsy not used to the performing the action in trousers instead of a dress “I apologize for my state I must have lost track of time”

The last thing Y/N wanted to do was bring shame to her father in front of one of his closest friends and her plans were to be ready and dressed before they had arrived, but Beron surprisingly just laughed it off, much to everyone's shock. While Beron had a reputation for being cruel, he had treated her like his own daughter and had even been named her godfather when she was born should anything have happened to her parents.

“Well this is part of why we were coming, to visit your prized hounds Y/N, I had expected to find you here.” His deep voice rang throughout the kennel “ I am in the market for a new hound and word is going around the court that one of yours is expecting a litter.”

“Well my Lord you are in luck Bella had her litter last night. So I currently have six puppies that will be available once they are weaned. Would you like to get a quick look?” Y/N raises from her curtsy, giving the high lord a smile. Beron holds out an arm for her to take as she leads the group back to Bellatrix’s kennel.

“Now I wouldn’t pick one out just yet as we don’t know what their personalities are going to be like just yet as they are less than 12 hours old at the moment. We can check back in about three to four weeks when they have started wandering away from mom. You will get the first pick of the litter of course my Lord.” Y/N prattles as the group looks on at the hound and her puppies. Another whine sounds from the kennel behind them reminding her of Khalid

“One moment.” she excuses herself, as her father and Beron start talking prices for the pup.” grabbing the lead off the wall, she steps into the kennel clipping it on and walking him over to the other kennel. Quickly opening it and unclipping the hound letting him dart off towards Bella and his pups looking on the scene like a proud father laying down next to Bellatrix, gently nosing one of the pups back towards its mother when it tried to wiggle away. Latching the kennel shut Y/N turns to face the group again, watching her parents and the high lord and his lady talk.

“Do you breed your hounds outside of your family’s kennels?” Eris’ rich voice meets her ears pulling her gazes toward him.

The moment that Eris’s rich cinnamon eyes meet Y/E/C , It's like all the air is sucked from the room. The mating bond snapping into place, the gold thread connecting the two of them together. Y/N cant help herself as she involuntarily takes a step towards the Autumn heir, towards the one that the mother had deemed to be her equal. Eris, the cruel heir of autumn, was her mate.

“Mate.” The words came from Eris' mouth before he could even think about stopping them and the room went silent as all eyes went to the two of you.

#eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader #eris vanserra #acotar x reader #acotar #acomaf #acowar #autumn court #the fox and the hounds

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silent-raven13 · 9 months

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You Guys 2

(Part1)

Petie had been bringing his daughter May to Spider Society since Peter B. Parker (616B) brought his daughter Mayday. The two dads' let their daughters play together.

Peter: So is May an Omega? -starting off the conversation- Or do you guys wait for puberty?

Petie: Normally, each pup is different and they develop their pheromones around eight years old, but sometimes you give an educated guess. I think she's an Alpha. MJ's family are almost all Alphas. Since aunt May is an Alpha and my uncle Ben was a Beta... and my parents, my dad was an Omega and my mom was an Alpha.

Peter watches their daughters roll a ball back and forth: I thought Betas can't be with Alphas and Omegas

Petie: You can, you just can't have kids... or when you do try it -he rub his chin- I heard it hurts a lot and dangerous.

Peter: Yikes!

Petie: Yeah... Oh look there's Alpha Peter.

Peter: Great... where's that spray Mig got me. -He took out a spray of Alpha pheromones to balance the other Alpha's presence, and to keep call the Omega. Surprisingly enough, Petie is a tall dude, but being an Omega he tends to look small. Unlike Alpha Peter (Earth 2010B), that man is massive like Miguel's height 6"9' brute, with lean muscle. His hair Cocoa brunette shade with piercing golden brown eyes that are more intense, he's much thinner on the face like Peter B., but with more sharp edges to it. Not to mention very handsome, that's the golden ticket as a top tier Alpha.-

Alpha Peter or he prefers just Alpha grunts at the smell of fake pheromones: I figure Miguel would give you that crap. It doesn't work!

Petie sniffs the air having his Omega pheromones smelling sweet and calm instead of that soury anxious scent: I don't know, I feel calm. Its like cat nip!

Alpha scowls: It's disgusting! -he glares at Peter- stop using that.

Peter: Look, Miguel told me to use it when ya Alphas are around. Sometimes you guys don't know how to control it! Last time, Petie almost fainted and went to heat. And did you forget your scent is so strong that you practically made some Betas faint, too! -he sprays it in front of Alpha- So nah, not gonna happen.

Alpha gave a disgusted scowl look: As I recalled, Miguel put me on a stupid level 4 mission. I only do Level 7 and up!

Peter: We were short staff that day!

Mayday mimics her dad: Blah! Bah BA!

May copies her dad: Blahh. -the two giggles rolling their ball back and forth-

Petie: Look Alpha, sometimes you just gotta follow the rules! Besides, shouldn't you focus on having litters with your MJ.

Alpha frowns a bit: MJ passed away...

The two Peters looks down, this is how it is as Spiderman: I'm so sorry, Alpha. I didn't know.

Alpha: Its fine. She was a Beta anyway. I couldn't give her pups. -he ran his hand through his hair still looking handsome even when he's depressed-

Peter: Look, there's other fish in the sea. I'm sure you'll get with a nice girl or guy or both!

Petie: and None Binaries!

Alpha snorted: I'm done with love! I just wanted to see May and see how much my own pup would've looked like her. But, I don't think my pup would've have that hair color... maybe my hair. -he saw May's Auburn hair.-

Petie: Feel free to hold her. She's very lovable! Babies are always the cure!

Peter: No kiddin'! -he chuckles-

Pav and Miles walk along with each other with their container of their lunch. Burgers and fries this time they got themselves the Miguel's mask burger just to try it. Pav was the first one to noticed Alpha Peter and nudge Miles' side: Oh look, there's Alpha!

Miles: Ah, ow. You hit my rib. -he rubs his sides- and how do you know all these Spiderman, man?

Pav: I'm always friendly! You see him tho! Doesn't look anything like Peter, huh?

Miles' eyes gleamed at the Alpha: I'll say, he's very... fine. -he whispers lowly- not in a sexually way but you know he's very handsome. -hoping his boyfriend isn't around to hear him. Like he needs Hobie fighting with an Alpha-

Pav laughs: I know, right! It's like he's the cooler side of Noir but with roughness of Miguel.

Miles tilted his head: Huh? I can see that. I never seen Alpha around here.

Pav: He always works at night and level 8 and up missions. Anything lower and he thinks it's beneath him.

Miles: Shit, so he must be strong, huh?

Pav: Very strong. Why you think he always challenge Miguel?

Miles: But Miguel isn't an Alpha!

Pav: He may not be but he is strong and kind have the presence of one.

Miles: Make sense! -he opens his container to eat a fry- Miguel is a big guy too.

The two were aware Alpha was hearing them so he snapped: It's rude to talk about me when you're this close! -his arms crossed and scowling at the teenagers.-

The two froze at his golden brown eyes glaring at them: That's so cool. -they two murmured. How can a man be that fine?-

They walked over to say hello: Hello! Hey Petie and Peter! -Milese said-

Pav nodded: Hey! How's everything Petie? -he turns to find Mayday and May playing- Awe! Look at them and their tiny hats! -being the first one to go over the little girls to say hello- and they smell like peaches and milk!

Miles was left standing next to Alpha whose eyes on him: Heh, sorry about that. I'm Miles Morale-

Alpha cut him off: Miles Morales Earth 1610, an anomaly that proven Miguel wrong? Yeah, I know. I was one of the Spiderfolks that chased you down. -being rudely honest-

Petie winced: Alpha, Miles isn't an anomaly!

Alpha: It didn't matter. What's matter is our caused!

Miles felt like this was deja vu: Huh uh... -this is awkward- Well, I proven you wrong and all of Miguel's gang.

Alpha: That you did. Anyway, I know who are you. The question is... -he got to Miles' level staring into the kids eyes- Are you an Omega?

Miles's eyes widen: HUH?

Petie laughs: Told ya, he looks like one.

Peter chuckles: Hey, I got Beta!

Pav overheard and laughs: Hahaha, Miles, you're always an Omega! -the two girls crawling over Pav having to play with him-

Miles: I am not an Omega! -he pouts-

Alpha rub his chin: So your not part of the Omegaverse?

Miles: NO!

Petie: Careful, Alpha. Miles is taken...

Peter: and he's 18 years old. Don't want to report this to Miguel. That man is strict on grown ass people dating minors!

Petie: Oh yeah, I heard that happen... some Spiderman dated another Spiderperson, and one of them was sixteen?

Peter shudders being grossed out: Yup! Eck, Yeah, that's why Miguel put our age on our watches now! Man, I use to lie and say I was 22.

Petie arched his eyebrows: Peter... you do not look 22. -almost offended by the weak lie-

Peter: What? Yes, I do!

Petie: More like 42

Peter: Ahh, I see what you did there!

Alpha bluntly spoke: 18 is legal! In my world, 16 is legal for marriage. -his eyes still on Miles finding it hard to believe he's not an Omega-

Miles avoids looking as much with this fine ass Peter, kinda weird when your mentor is Peter too. But they are all so different. Alpha is more serious, more strict and got some edge to him: Um... huh, that's crazy, man. -he casually said-

Petie: I dunno, Alpha. My world is the same too and I never dated anyone in the teens... kinda weird even if they were eighTEEN or nineTEEN!

Peter: Really? I dated a nineteen year old but I was twenty one.

Petie: That's different. One year apart like that is fine, but as a grown man? -his soft eyes look over at Alpha Peter-

Alpha: I'm twenty eight for your information. -he took Miles' cheek to study his skin, this time he's hunched over to get on Miles' level- Are you sure your not an Omega?

Pav: He got a boyfriend!

Miles: What he said!

Alpha still staring, until a guitar block him and Miles' face. Golden-brown eyes looks up to find Hobie glaring at him: Oy? What are you doing, mate? -he roughly slap the Alpha's hand away from his Sunflower, then having his arm around Miles' shoulder- Huh?

Miles: He wanted to know if I was an Omega?

Alpha didn't like Hobie's attitude. Hell, it's as if the damn kid is trying to challenge him. He chuckles: I was curious that's all. -his golden eyes glaring back at Hobie-

Hobie scowls: Huh? Maybe you should find someone around your age, old man?

Petie and Peter quickly pulled the two apart seeing how they were doing a stare down. Alpha: Ha, cute. Maybe you should be more careful, and not lose that one. There's a lot of Alphas around here that would mistake him as an Omega. -he smirks widely- and he's not half bad looking too!

Petie: Alpha stop it! You're gonna make him mad! -using his scent to calm him down-

Hobie was about to shout back until Peter and Miles hold him back: Relax, man. Alpha was just looking. No harm done! he done it to me!

Miles hugs Hobie: Bae, it's fine!

Hobie turns around placing his hands on his boyfriend shoulders: For now on, you're gonna have to tell me where you're at, at all times, luv! I'll be damn if I let an Alpha take you!

Miles: huh! You can't be serious.

Hobie linked his watch to Miles: I am! -he hugs him-

Miles knew his boyfriend will do anything to protect him, but he's not Omega. He can fight. Sometimes Hobie forgets, Miles is a Spiderman!

#punkflower #flowerpunk #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #across the spider verse

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WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #6 ★ masterlist.

pairing: reiner x reader

genre: werewolf au | warnings: abo themes, forbidden romance, sexual references | wc: 2.2k

⏤ imagine the first time they say i love you. imagine it repeated, quietly, with desperate eyes and a defeated voice.

Reiner considered himself just and fair, thinking with his brain and his heart in every situation. Due to this, he’s branded as one of the nicer higher ups amongst the eight great packs of Marley, the wolf who people wanted to talk to when they were in trouble, who they could talk to when there was nobody else. As heir presumptive, it was mandatory for Reiner to make his mark, and show himself as strong and thoughtful and selfless, able to carry the pack should his older brother prove unworthy. To be honest, that would be the only thing he could think of that could change his life; if by chance, his pack brother should be shunned away, or killed or exiled, that would change things for Reiner indeed.

Of course, that’s what he used to think. Those were trivial matters that actually mattered, way before Reiner’s father passed away and Zeke took the role as lead alpha, enforcing new laws and reforms that set everybody on edge. Reiner originally wasn’t bothered by these changes, until a strict and firm law on rogues was enforced, making it difficult for Reiner to differentiate between his head and his heart when he stumbles upon one outside of the camp.

Every year, the eight great packs of Marley merge together on sacred grounds, setting up camp in The Brush, otherwise known as the mainland for the packs, who merge on treaty purposes. That’s how his parents met; at a merging in the eighties, over the campfire and with tribal music and paints, their wolves compatible by the moon and the fireflies lighting up a pathway back to his father’s cabin. It’s also how his brother met his mate- it was at the Gathering, over supper, over the bear that a Paradis pack member had slaughtered near the creek, the pups escaped with the mother but the father was hereby declared as food. It should have been how Reiner met his mate.

It wasn’t.

In the outskirts of the forests, surrounded by pine and ferns and chunky blood, Reiner found you littered with wounds and burns, the pine jagged in your furs. Something had happened in transition; a complication, with your wolf injured to the point where you couldn’t return. By happy miracle, he had gotten the medic from his pack out to you in secret, and overwatched the treatment to your wounds; his wolf, however, raged. The sour smell of clementines and an oriental scent of wood filled his nose and the wolf inside of him clawed to be free- on the small bench, with pants, was his mate. His mate- a solid black wolf with a missing ear and bloodshot eyes- a rogue.

Somehow, he had managed to keep this secret. To his friends, you were a wolf from his pack who had gotten in an accident attacking a bear that got the best of you. To his mother, you were a wolf from the Hizuru pack, with Reiner’s close friend Berthold as an ally to his lie. And, to his pack brother, the alpha of his pack, you were his mate.

It had taken Reiner some time to get it right; you were quiet and standoffish, only transforming into human form when he had turned around, and one day he caught sight as he turned back of gashes marking your skin, one white ghastly scar across your face, a branded tattoo on your collarbone. A rogue, descendant of the Akzlar Clan exiled to the North.

What little you said, you made up for with your wolf. There was a security in being exposed in wolf form that you enjoyed, and that Reiner embraced with his own. To outsiders, you were flashes of ghost white and ebony black, running through the pines to the stream and back to the lavender meadows. Reiner couldn’t get enough of the tightening pressure in his chest as he bounded after you, cautious of how close you got to the cliff sides, how long you stayed underwater to bring him a fish. He enjoyed these fleeting moments of courtship, taking what he could get; and when his wolf tired and he transformed back, he welcomed your wolf’s soft furs to lay over him protectively until he regained the energy to transform back.

Wolves can mate more than once, Reiner knows this. But he never wants to. In mornings, he does his duties around the campground, and on the evenings, he howls his thoughts to the moon and returns to the retreating spot in the meadow, searching for the cluster of black fur he had grown to care for.

There, under the moonlight and surrounded by a circle of dusty white flowers, Reiner’s wolf could curl next to yours, his snout in your ears or neck or between your legs, testing the waters. His ears would prick as he heard your quiet whimpers, perhaps the only noise besides groans of pain and snarls when he misinterpreted a look as inviting that he had heard from you. One morning, after the sun shone into his eyes as he wakes, in human form, on the bed of flattened flowers, Reiner turns and is startled by the sight of your human laying beside him, black hair spread over his arm as you look up at the clouds and then back at him.

When he rustles, you look over at him gently and notice his staring. Reiner is careful to collect you, wrapping an arm around your waist and slightly dragging you to him, his eyes in wonder as you smile through your eyes and say: “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

Reiner gapes slightly, smiling. “Reiner Braun.”

Your eyes search his face for an invitation, and Reiner actually feels his chest tightening and his eyes watering when you push up next to him with your hands on his face, “my love” on your lips. What happens next is what Reiner considers to be progress; his wolf and yours are intertwined with the flowers, mounted and brought together under the moon; your human becomes more open, allowing Reiner’s hand in your own as you sit by the stream, and eventually inside the camp.

People stare- you’re unfamiliar, they’ve not seen you before, but if Reiner says so, then it must be true. Nobody bats an eyelid when Reiner brings you to campfires, or takes you to his cabin and dresses you in his clothes, his scent on your skin and marks on your neck once he invites you to his bedroom. Reiner’s wolf loves you through his skin under the knitted blankets, your fingernails like claws on his shoulder-blades as he fucks you, kisses you, worships you. It’s bliss, for a bit.

On the day that Reiner prepares to make you his- on the day that Reiner is ready to have you by blood and oath, Zeke says something at breakfast.

There was an attack in a village that happened a few weeks ago, word only just got to them from a messenger wolf. A rogue did it, big black one with a missing ear.

Reiner’s stomach drops.

From across the tribal tent, Berthold gives Reiner a wide-eyed foul look; if he’s found out having protected the same wolf who slaughtered an entire village, he’ll be exiled. Reiner would be too, maybe worse done to him, if Zeke found out it was the rogue that Reiner was trying to mate and court.

He left quickly, advancing with haste towards his cabin where to his alarm, there was nothing; you had vacated, leaving his robes in a messy folded pile on the bed, with his family pendant on the kitchen counter. Following your scent across the forest, Reiner, to no surprise, found you in the meadow, standing looking up at the sky.

“Tell me it wasn’t you,” was the first thing Reiner said. “Y/N, look at me and tell me you didn’t slaughter that village.”

Slowly, you turned to him. “I can’t tell you what you want to hear. I’m sorry.”

Reiner wants to scream. “What, why? Why? Why would you do that? How could you do that?!” You don’t flinch as he raises his voice, your inner wolf standing tall. You won’t cower to anybody, not anymore: “There were children in that village. Innocent people who you murdered!”

“They got what they deserved,” you explain, in a calm voice.

“How can you say that?” gasps Reiner, taking two steps backwards.

“Was it okay for them to murder my family? It was them, and your family founders who slaughtered my entire pack- when we were pushed up to the North, dozens of us died in the winters. Innocent children went hungry and freezing and women died, carrying pups that could have repopulated our entire pack. Alphas went crazy, attacking each other, running from those who came after them- running from wolves like your pack. For me, it was either be killed with the rest of them, or run, and live. And so I ran- I ran away, forced myself to become rogue. I had to watch my entire family line be destroyed, so tell me again how anybody could do or say something like that?”

This time, Reiner takes several steps forward. He shakes his head, momentarily speechless. “Y/N, I had no idea-”

“No, you didn’t,” you say. “Even if you did, you would still protect them. You’re a good man, a good alpha. Which is why I have to go.”

“Go?” Reiner repeats, confused. “No, you can’t leave? I just got you, you can’t leave now.”

You pluck a tall flower from its roots. “I have to. I’m gonna die here if I stay.”

Reiner shakes his head. “No. I’ll protect you. I’ll- Look.” Frantically, he takes your hands into his and forces your eyes up to his own; they’re pleading, guilty, his wolf whimpering inside. “Please. Don’t go. I want to be with you- I’ll do anything for it. We’ll figure it out, and by law, you can stay.”

“It’s not worth it,” you reply quietly. “I’m not worth it.”

“You are,” he says firmly. “You are to me.”

For a moment, Reiner thinks you’re considering it. A flash of regret passes your eyes and Reiner gently holds your face in his hands, the snow from the January sky fluttering down and clinging to your hair and your lashes. If only he had brought the fur robes back with him…He stops thinking when you carefully remove his hands from your face, attempting a smile that he barely sees.

“I can’t,” you tell him, shaking your head. “I can’t be who you want me to be, who anybody wants me to be. This is who I am- a rogue, a killer.”

“No, you’re not. I’ve seen it, you’re better than that.”

“What did you see?” you ask lightly. “Saw me pick flowers? Look at you in a different way? It’s better for everyone if I just go.”

“And where will you go?” Reiner questions, his tone confrontational. Inside, your wolf bristles; he’s getting awfully brave. “Back to villages to murder people?”

“Home,” you answer.

This is it; Reiner picks up on all the little details, as you shrink back and turn away, moving across the thin layer of snow towards the direction of the stream, towards the great North, where he suspects home is for you. For you, this is destiny, but for Reiner, it’s now or never. He bursts forward with desperate energy, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. His skin and body is on fire, his mind reeling as he brings you to him with a kiss, one that breathes pleas into your mouth, quiet and muffled words escaping between each pucker.

“Please, don’t do this,” Reiner begs, “please. Please, please, please, don’t leave me.”

“I have to.”

“Please stay,” comes his quiet and defeated voice. All he can do is beg, force his wolf into submission before you. “Please, baby.. I just got you.” Reiner opens his eyes, looking at you desperately: “I love you. Please. Please don’t do this.”

He makes it so much harder for you. Feeling the chances of you staying rising, you smile at him and press a small, fleeting kiss to his hand. “I’m sorry.” He sinks.

As you move away towards the edge of the meadow, you take one look back at him, feeling your own wolf churn with grief as Reiner stands and cries, the ties and bonds made by stolen moonlight kisses strained and stretched painfully and you snatch your gaze away, leaping into a scream that echoes into a howl, your wolf on four paws in the snow. Riding past the stream and in the snow, you never look back to Reiner, never feeding the urge to go back to him.

You always were better off alone, anyway.

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