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stephlynndrawings · 9 months

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@nirnwrote fulfillment, prompts all given to me by @knightdawn on the discord. (I don't know how to end it so it's getting posted with no editing!)

basil (good wishes) — “I just want the best for you.” and/or "Why?" "Because you mean the world to me." and/or “We’re a team. You need to tell me about this sort of thing.”

tw for brief mentions of injury, murder

As a former emperor, Varren knew that having to wait like sitting ducks until the time was right to strike was just as if not more stressful than actually going about it. That hadn’t stopped him from hoping that the newest and youngest member of the companions would take the time to relax and go spend time wandering the streets and shopping like young people did. Or at least he was hoping young people still did those things- otherwise he had a problem on his hands that he had no idea how to fix.

The object- person,rather- of his worry was Mitanette. Back in the abey, he had seen moments of the future that showed the young Breton to be full of life and smiles as she helped anyone she could. The sight in front of him did not match his previous visions. Instead, the young girl was sat in a shadowed area of the Harborage while anxiously playing with threads of magicka. While he could no longer see, he could sense that she was not well- he didn’t know how far the hurt went in her but he knew deep in his bones she was trying to hide her pain.

The fact that she was even still in the Harborage showed that something was wrong. Varren wasn’t sure if something had happened in Daggerfall or if she was just too hurt to make the trek up the hill, but he was worried greatly for her. When he heard and felt a snap of magic where the young woman was he mentally put his foot down and got up. He could feel Abnur look up from his studies and heard as Lyris and Sai momentarily stop their conversation to watch him before everything went back to what had recently counted as “normal”.

The Prophet was done sitting by as people hurt. However, while he was not the best suited in getting Mitanette to open up, he knew the person who could get the process going.

Carefully feeling his way across the wet sand flooring, Varren soon was standing before one of his best soldiers.

“Lyris-” He started, unsurprised when he felt the air flow change as the half-giantess stood up at parade rest in front of him, her muscle memory showing to be still intact no matter how much he stressed that she needn’t do such things anymore. With a fond sigh, the blind imperial continued.

“It’s become apparent to me that our young friend is hurting. Of what, I’m not sure. But of all of us in the Harborage, I think you’d be the best bet when it comes to getting her to open up. Even just a little bit of information could provide us ways to better help her.” He said, adjusting his hands on his staff.

He could imagine the expressions both her and Sai were making almost as clear as day as they sucked in twin breaths of surprise.

“Are you sure? I truly haven’t noticed anything off with her an-” Lyris cut herself off with a cringe as Varren heard another snap of magic from the Breton before continuing on, “-d I see what you mean. I’ll do my best.” She said solemnly before meandering as casually as she could manage. If Abnur’s distant snort of amusement was to go by, it was as completely stiff and awkward as it had sounded.

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Lyris couldn’t believe how blind she had been to Mitanette’s struggling, and as she got closer to the smaller woman she felt like hitting herself as she took in so many changes she had not noticed. Mitanette’s hair was falling out of the braid she kept it back in, her clothes were dirty, and most telling was that her milky eyes were bloodshot and tired.

What was even more worrisome was how delayed her reaction time was. Normally, the Breton was aware of anyone who approached her due to their footsteps, but it seemed as if she was in a trance.

Whatever was going on, it wasn’t good, that was for sure. Lyris made a bit more noise than she normally would as she sat down next to her, wincing in sympathy as the younger startled despite her efforts.

“Sorry, Mittens.” Lyris soothed, hoping the use of the nickname would relax her. In all honesty, Lyris still didn’t know why Mitanette let her call her it even after the night it had been created, but part of her was overjoyed to have a friend she could do such things with.

When the other blonde finally looked in her direction she let out a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding before gently offering her her hand to hold if she so pleased. Lyris herself wasn’t the most touchy-touchy kind of gal, but she knew that Mitanette appreciated being able to feel those she was talking to if given the chance.

“Oh, sorry Lyris. Are we heading out now?” The vestige asked softly, her voice more flat and diluted that it normally was and the Nord felt as if her heart sank in her chest. Something really was wrong. When the cold and clammy hand was pressed into her own Lyris held on firmly, feeling the way the hand shook in her grip.

Swallowing a lump that had appeared suddenly in her throat, the warrior shook her head, “No, no. We still have to wait for the right time to strike. I was just wondering how you’re doing. You haven’t left in a few days and I was just wondering if someone was giving you trouble in the city.”

Mitanette’s freckled face twisted in confusion before many emotions flickered across her face, “No, not really. I just would rather sleep here than the room I’ve rented from the Inn.” And an unsaid ‘and I don’t want to be alone’ hung in the air between the two of them. Lyris stroked her thumb across the other’s knuckles, brows pinched.

“Isn’t it more comfortable there than here?” “Not really. I got the room for so cheap because it was unfurnished and I can’t afford furniture yet. And it’s cold.” The answer was said so plainly as if it were common knowledge that the Vestige, destined Hero of the world, was sleeping on the ground in her own room and would rather sleep in a damp cave with four others.

The half-giantess watched the other more closely, watching as everytime she moved the muscles in her face and neck spasmed as if in considerable amounts of pain.

“We are here for you, you know that right?” She asked softly, lowering her voice as to try and keep the other from feeling like others could overhear them.

Something hardened in the Vestige, the younger girl clearly trying to dig her heels in like a mule from the questions.

“Yes, I am aware. But I assure you I am fi-” “Please don’t lie, Mitanette. You are hurting and w-” “Why are you so desperate to know what’s wrong?” Mitanette interrupted, her eyes narrowed as she managed to face Lyris head on, her blank eyes almost seeing straight through her.

“We- I just want what’s best for you.” Lyris felt like she was nearly pleading, desperate to get the girl to understand. However, once the blood stopped pounding in her ears, she noticed that her voice was echoing. She had yelled that, and now Varren, Sai, and Abnur were all looking at her while Mitanette went still and silent.

The poor men were each about to say something all at once (which would not have helped the situation at all) when the Breton’s face crumbled and started to flush around her nose. ‘Oh shit she is going to cry’

Though her bottom lip wobbled and her eyelashes started to gather moisture, no tears slipped down the pale face of their youngest friend.

“Why” Mitanette choked out, the flush spreading further to her eyes as a tear finally managed to escape.

All too soon Lyris remembered that the Vestige truly was just a girl, barely a month into her 18th year. A child in all regards. She couldn’t dwell any further as a familiar shape settled down on the other side of the sniffling hero. Sai glanced at Lyris before carefully threading his hand with the mage’s free one.

“Because you mean the world to us.” He said, his tone so soft and gentle it soothed something that had started to tighten inside Lyris herself. Carefully, as to not suddenly startle the crying girl, she leaned closer so their shoulders brushed against each other.

The answer hung in the air for several moments, more tears leaving tracks on Mitanette’s face as she bowed her head as if to avoid facing anyone directly.

“You barely know me. I barely know myself.” She murmured, brows pinched. Distantly, Lyris swore she could hear Abnur rolling his eyes, mentally planning to pummel the pathetic mage before watching as Sai clucked his tongue and gently lifted Mitanette’s chin to make her face him.

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“Sunflower, we don’t need to know you for years to know that you are one of a kind. You are so brave and smart and dare I say a better swordsman than I am.” Sai said, using the thumb by her chin to wipe away stray tears. His mustached lip quirked up in a fond smile. Mitanette let out a surprised snort at the swordsman comment, her eyes facing off to the side but her smile aimed at him alone.

“Let Sai finish.” Snow-lily said from over Mitanette’s shoulder, her blue eyes twinkling as they watched how the younger seemed to feel better.

“We understand that the current events aren't the easiest to deal with, but you aren’t alone. This war isn’t just yours to shoulder.” He said, wiping away a few more straying tears. He felt her small nod into his palm, his shoulders relaxing knowing she understood.

“There’s something else wearing on your soul, isn’t there, my child.” Varren said from somewhere behind Sai, making the warrior jolt ever so slightly in surprise. Mitanette and Lyris both snorted in amusement, but he simply shrugged it off with a fond eye-roll as he gently released the girl’s tear stained face.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Knowing that the former Emperor was nearby made Mitanette feel both better and also more tense at the same time. It wasn’t that she disliked him or was afraid of him, but that she wasn’t sure how to phrase what she was feeling with so many eyes on her. Though she was glad that she didn’t have everyone’s attention, or else she’d rather find a way to crawl into the ground.

“...I just keep replaying the moments around and after my soul being taken in my head and…It just sunk in that I truly was murdered without a thought. I don’t know if I have a family out there, and I don’t know much about myself. I don’t even remember what the world looks like. All I see when I try to think back on it is Manimarco’s stupid face sneering down at me as he twists the dagger in my stomach as my soul was siphoned out of me.” She murmured, wriggling her hands free to carefully hold over where she had been…

A new set of footsteps approached and her head snapped up, turning it in the direction she heard the sound from. Even before he spoke she knew it was Abnur, at this point she had learned to recognize everyone’s footsteps and breathing patterns. And it didn’t help that the Imperial wore cologne. While the man didn’t get down to her level, she knew he was looking down at her so she could better hear his words.

“It’s about time you opened up. You’re harder to pry open than a clam, child.” He said, his voice not cruel, but not as gentle as the others had been, and part of Mitanette was so very grateful. She appreciated the comfort greatly, but she also wanted to be spoken to like an adult.

When no one jumped in to chide the mage for his sharp tongue, he continued, “We’re a team, you need to tell us about these sorts of things.” He said, his tone softening up just a touch before she heard the rustle of fabric indicating that he was kneeling down. She felt his hands gently shoo hers away from her abdomen as he began to use some healing magic to try and help with the phantom pains she was experiencing.

It felt as if any remaining weight on her shoulders was suddenly gone, her body relaxing as she was truly and utterly relaxed. She no longer felt as if a spring coiled too-tight and it felt wonderful.

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mangostarjam · 3 days

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knot happening (part one) — bnha, alpha!bakugou katsuki x f!reader, aged up characters, established relationship, a/b/o dynamics, use of "brat" and "pipsqueak" as pet names, smut in the second part (coming soon), omegaverse!au for the spring fever collab run by @lorelune ! 1.2k words

your new company has some... interesting policies for employee heat cycles. you do your best to find a loophole.

"I can't do it."

"The hell d'ya mean, you can't do it?"

You give your Pro Hero boyfriend and resident alpha A Look. Bakugou Katsuki has the grace to shut his mouth, but he rolls his eyes and drapes a heavy arm over your shoulders, yanking you into him on the faded yellow couch you picked out together years ago.

"This is my first heat at this new job, and it's just... embarrassing. Do you know what they do, Katsuki?"

He raises a sharp blonde eyebrow in invitation.

"They..." your voice drops with horror, "they announce it to the whole company."

"Hah?" Katsuki sits up a little, strong thighs flexing beneath his gym shorts. He came in on the tail end of your mental breakdown, finding you pacing in the living room of your apartment with your hands tugging incessantly on your borrowed shirt. "What the fuck?"

"I know," you wail, "it's ridiculous! The president sends out a company wide email explaining your absence, and the HR team sends you a care basket, and the Sales team sets up a pre-heat drinking party! Do you know what's in the care basket, Katsuki?"

"Do I wanna know?"

"It's filled with sex toys, babe! SEX TOYS! From my company! They're branded!"

A spark lights up in Katsuki's otherwise vaguely concerned expression. "Don't they know you're mated?"

"Yes, of course, that was in my file," you wave him off, still seeing horror images of company branded sex toys floating in your mental vision. "I heard from Sasaki in Accounting that the toys are for when your mate needs a break. Y'know, from fucking."

Katsuki's derisive snort is loud and breaks you out of your personal hellhole. "What kinda fuckin' alpha needs a break when their mate needs 'em?"

"Well, not every alpha is a big strong Pro Hero like you," you point out, poking him on one annoyingly firm bicep. The familiar scent of caramel and smoke fills your nose. "And actually, maybe I should ask if they've got any onaholes for when you're the one in heat. Last time I needed another two days to recover."

"Hah?! There's no fucking way I'll use one of those!"

You peer up at your boyfriend reproachfully. "I like being able to walk, Katsuki."

"You don't need to fuckin' walk if I'm carryin' you everywhere, brat."

"Hmm, we'll see," you say. Katsuki's red eyes flash as you tap your bottom lip with your finger thoughtfully. "There's gotta be a way for me to take a week off work without telling them I'm going into heat."

"There's no way you'll be able to avoid it," Katsuki rumbles, leaning forward to catch your finger with his teeth. He nips at it lightly before leaning down more to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. That, more than anything, finally makes your anxiety simmer down. "You always smell so fucking good before it starts. Everyone's gonna notice."

"You're the only one who can do anything about it, though, so you'll have to keep it in your pants or quit picking me up after work."

"Not happening," Katsuki presses another kiss along your hairline and noses into the strands, sniffing deeply. It tickles, and you laugh, trying halfheartedly to shove him off of you. "What else do they give in these care packages?"

"Actually, besides the super cursed sex toys, they include really good snacks and electrolyte drinks to keep your energy up," you say, "and I'm really glad my company is so open about it all, but it's just so embarrassing!"

Katsuki hums, letting you vent out your worries. You look really pretty like this, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of pajama shorts, some soft cotton thing that barely covers your perfect ass. He pulls your legs onto his lap and you flop backwards on the couch, moving on from your minor breakdown to sharing a funny story that happened to one of your new coworkers the other day. He had missed hearing about it then, stuck on overtime for a patrol, so he basks in your attention now as the two of you laze around on the couch.

The afternoon passes into evening. It's a rare lazy Monday together — your new job lets you have three day weekends in exchange for slightly longer work days, and Katsuki's patrol schedule happened to line up this week. You're digging into a pint of ice cream after polishing off a plate of his delicious (but spicy) curry and rice when it comes up again.

"What're you gonna do about your heat?"

"Well, I was thinking," you slide your spoon into the thick cream and wave it at him, "I'll still need to use my authorized heat cycle time off, since I want to save my vacation and comp time for real uses, so there's no avoiding the company finding out..."

Katsuki raises an eyebrow and accepts the spoonful of ice cream you're dangling in his face. His tongue pokes out to chase a bit of cream lingering on the edge of his lip and he grins, sharp, at the way your eyes track the movement. "But...?"

You have a feeling Katsuki hasn't fully thought through the horrors of corporate sponsored pleasure items, but you have, and the thought of everyone at your new company knowing you'll be getting fucked within an inch of your life makes you want to shrivel up and die. All companies have policies in place to protect time off for heat cycles, as society couldn't function otherwise, but this is the first place you've worked where impending heat cycles are declared company-wide. Normally it's just marked as time off.

"But they don't have to find out until after it starts, right? So as long as I can get through the pre-heat stuff without anyone noticing, I can avoid the cursed care package and company-wide email!"

"Ain't happening," Katsuki says flatly.

"We've been mated for sooo long now, babe," your gaze flicks up to meet his and you pout. Your boyfriend outright snorts when you start batting your eyelashes at him. "Surely you can resist the pre-heat symptoms this one time? I swear I'll get over my company's shenanigans once I see it happen to a few other people. It's really great how supportive they are, but I need some time, that's all."

"Your heat is in like. Two weeks," Katsuki says.

You pout up at him some more.

"During your last heat cycle we broke the mattress frame when I missed your first few pre-heat days."

"Yeah, but that was because you had that mission that went long," you say. If you could just... convince him... "C'mon, babe, this will be different! You're such a strong, powerful alpha — resisting me will be a piece of cake! Unless..." you pause and scoop another bite of ice cream into your mouth, "you're too weak to resist me."

"Are you callin' me weak?" Katsuki narrows his eyes. You wave your spoon casually and shrug.

"I mean... all you've gotta do is ignore my pre-heat. I'm just an itty bitty omega..."

Getting into a staring match with Pro Hero Dynamight is not on anyone's Top Ten Good Ideas list, but you match your boyfriend's red glare steadily.

"Alright, pipsqueak, you're on," Katsuki scoffs. "We'll see who's beggin' for who by the time your heat rolls around."