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beccascribbles · 3 years

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can you please do an omegaverse fic with inarizaki having an omega manager that goes into heat during a game and she tries to leave but some guys from another team stop her and harass her but the bois pull up and protect her <3

a/n - right, just a warning, i’m a big atsumu simp and this became abundantly clear to me when i was writing this... it’s less inarizaki and more miya twins (with the addition of kita). whoops

warnings - harassment (unwanted touching, sexual implications)

In hindsight, leaving the house without packing heat suppressants, or at least being aware of your own condition, was reckless of you. It wasn't your fault you had woken up late and had to rush to ensure you looked presentable by the time the twins came by to collect you. Though you would have loved to make the twins late (considering it was their fault - they didn’t have to get you hooked on a new TV show and leave the call midway through the season finale), you weren’t so keen on having any of Kita’s disappointment directed towards you. Therefore, when the twins arrived, Atsumu with a wide smirk at your slightly dishevelled self, you settled on directing a swift punch to their stomachs as revenge.

“Ouch,” whined Atsumu, rubbing his stomach with a pout. “What was that for, stupid?”

“Obviously she’s pissed off that we let her stay up late,” Osamu grumbled, also rubbing his stomach, though, instead of a pout, his lips were tugged downwards in a frown. “Although I don’t see how her terrible sleep schedule is our problem.”

“Don’t get me hooked on a new show next time,” you muttered, looping an arm through Osamu’s and beginning to pull him down the road. In your other hand, you held a cool bag with some snacks for the team. The only reason you had grabbed Osamu with your free arm was to prevent him from peeking into the bag. If he had hands free to look, he had hands free to eat the food within. Atsumu was less likely to eat the food, though that didn’t stop him from unzipping the bag and peeking inside.

“Oh, tasty!” he exclaimed, zipping up the bag and making eye contact with Osamu, whose head had turned in his direction once the words left his mouth. He was clearly pleading with his twin to reveal what was in the bag. Atsumu simply stuck his tongue out. “Why don’t ya use your nose to figure it out? You always boast about having a better sense of smell than me anyway.”

“Because I do,” snapped back Osamu, quickly becoming irritated, muscles tensing as he prepared himself to leap towards his twin. Your arm tightened around his, and you shot him a look, eyes holding a warning. With care, you let your scent wind through the air around the three of you, the twin alphas calming at the subtle shift in the air.

Atsumu looped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, the bag you were carrying bumping awkwardly against his legs in the process. This action almost caused your arm to slip from Osamu’s, but he quickly tightened his hold. Atsumu was not going to pull you away from him. Almost in sync, they both turned towards you, noses nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You let out a slightly frustrated sigh, but let them continue scenting you. After all, when they were able to do this, they were at their calmest, and you still had a long bus journey ahead of you where keeping arguments to a minimum was preferable.

When you began to approach the school gates, you pulled out of their grasp, walking ahead of them. You began to walk faster, shooting a look over your shoulder to see the pair of them watching you with confused expressions. It was when you finally broke into a sprint, hefting the bag holding the food at a weird angle, that they realised what you had in mind. Letting out a laugh, Atsumu took off after you; Osamu quickly followed. If you had managed to get a bigger head start, you might have won. However, on this occasion, both twins pulled ahead of you, darting around a bewildered Kita and launching forward to touch the bus with their fingers.

“I won!” they declared in unison, an argument breaking out between them that you tuned out in favour of focusing your attention on Kita. Aran had already walked over to the twins, grabbing them by the backs of their jackets and hauling them away. It was this sudden movement that jerked them from their argument.

“Hey,” you greeted, giving Kita a weary smile as he reached forward to take the food from you. Together, you walked towards the bus. Kita, having arrived ridiculously early, had already packed away everything that the team would need. The only thing not within the bus was most of the team, their individual athletic bags, and whatever you had brought with you. You climbed in, reaching up to place the bag on the overhang above you. Once you had finished, you turned to face Kita. “I think we’re going to win for sure. I did some research on this team and they’ve put forward a series of underwhelming performances in official games, as well as practice matches. They’re no match for Inarizaki, especially with our captain ready to step in if the second years on court get too excited or lazy.”

The latter comment was directed towards Suna, whose head poked up from behind a seat near the back of the bus. He raised his middle finger up in response before refocusing on the phone he was holding in his other hand. You yelled over at him, “Good morning to you too.”

“Whatever, y/n,” he sighed, looking up at you once again. “Just sit down somewhere, preferably a place where the two idiots can argue over who gets to sit next to you.”

You just rolled your eyes, taking the seat you were planning on claiming originally. Kita stood in the aisle, giving you a small smile. “I’m glad you’re confident we’re going to win, especially with all the practice everybody has been putting in.”

“I know,” you grinned. While continuing with the conversation, you motioned towards the seat beside you, indicating for Kita to take it. You’d rather sit next to Kita than have to deal with the twins for the journey anyway. “Everybody has been putting in so much more effort. I swear I’ve had to physically drag Atsumu out of the gym most days.”

“He just doesn’t listen,” sighed Kita, resting his head against the headrest. “I keep telling him practicing too much is bad for his health. He even got a fever because he was practicing too hard.”

“He’s stupid like that,” you shrugged, a yawn cutting through whatever you were about to say next.

“You better be talkin’ about Samu,” interrupted Atsumu, taking the seat in front of you and turning around to face you. Osamu collapsed into the seat beside him, flicking him in the forehead.

“She was obviously talking about you, dumbass,” he quipped.

Osamu turned to you for confirmation, only to see your head resting against the captain’s shoulder. He questioned, “y/n?”

“Of course she’s asleep,” laughed Atsumu, nudging Osamu with his shoulder, previous comment forgotten in favour of teasing you. “She can’t take the late nights.”

“Keep it down,” Kita said, adjusting your head so that it was rested against him more comfortably. In response, you moved closer to him, an arm sliding around his waist to hug him as you mumbled something incoherent in your sleep. A furious blush spread along his cheeks, and he ducked his head to hide from the twins. Luckily, their attention was fixed elsewhere, on a video Suna had sent to Osamu, too lazy to get up to walk down the coach to show him. Kita let out a sigh, dropping his head to rest atop of yours. He chided, not that you could hear him in your slumber, “You should really try to sleep earlier.”

It was fortunate for you that you slept for most of the journey. You missed Osamu moaning about being hungry, and then proceeding to search up pictures of food to drool over. Consequently, you also missed Atsumu hitting his twin and being scolded by Kita, something that always made you laugh. However, Suna had got up to draw on your face, which would have been an unfortunate consequence. Luckily, it was only to shuffle back to his seat sheepishly, the sight of Kita beside you a deterrent.

“You had to fall asleep on Kita,” grumbled Suna, walking along beside you as you entered the gymnasium. You trailed behind the rest of the team, your footsteps unusually sluggish. You blamed it on your late night. “Why couldn’t you have fallen asleep on Atsumu? He would’ve let me draw on your face.”

“Yeah, well, I’m glad you didn’t,” you responded, transferring the food bag to your other hand. The weight, though it wasn’t abnormally heavy, was beginning to make your arm ache. In fact, your whole body ached. Eyebrows furrowed, you continued switching the bag from hand to hand. It made no difference. You still ached.

“You look constipated,” observed Suna, though he took the food from your grip. You gave him a thankful smile, which he waved off. “I’m not being nice. I just don’t like walking beside someone with such a stupid expression on their face.”

“I didn’t ask you to walk beside me,” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. They still ached, even without the bag. All you wanted to do was collapse on the bench at the sidelines.

“It’s not my fault you decided to walk so slowly today,” replied Suna, glancing over at you briefly. Something about you was off, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It was probably a consequence of your late night, but even when you had stayed up late before, you were never this sluggish. Usually, you walked at the front beside Kita, or with the coaches. It was rare for you to be at the back unless you wanted to annoy him, which evidently was not the case this time. “I didn’t voluntarily choose to accompany you.”

“Leave me then,” you snapped, eyes narrowing in a glare, your scent suddenly spiking. He let out a grumble, releasing some of his pheromones in the air to soothe you. Suna hated being on omega duty, one of the reasons why he was glad you usually opted to walk at the front.

“You know I can’t just leave you,” he sighed, placing a hand on the small of your back to urge you forward. “The sooner we get to the gym, the sooner you can leave me and sit on the bench.”

That caused you to perk up somewhat, which also had the effect of pulling your scent back to its’ ordinary level. Your scent may have regulated, but the ache in your body persisted, each movement making you fight back a wince. It was with gritted teeth that you sat on the bench, and pulled your clipboard towards you. Suna gave you one last assessing look before beginning to warm up.

Your gaze was unfocused as you stared down at the words you had written on the page. They swam in front of your gaze, coming apart and then joining again in dizzying confusion. As you stared, you found your mind wandering, nose twitching as you found yourself seeking out any scent that felt comforting, felt familiar. Your head snapped up from the clipboard, falling on a pile of discarded jackets. From the pile, and wafting towards you in the air, was Atsumu’s rich scent that made you recall moments where you were held in his arms and shielded from the rain, Osamu’s that brought forward memories of laughing in the kitchen and collaborating on random food creations, and Kita’s that filled you with comfort, reminding you of his quite support.

Before you could process what you were doing, you were moving towards the pile, hand clutching the first jacket you found. You buried your nose into the material, breathing in Atsumu’s scent, a soft whine escaping your lips. Your own team, too engrossed in warming up, missed the sound. It did, however, attract the attention of the team on the other side of the net.

You were unaware of the sudden, and unwanted, attention, shrugging off your jacket and pulling on Atsumu’s. You turned your head into the collar, taking in a deep breath. Though the scent satisfied you emotionally, the joy at being wrapped in Atsumu’s scent, caused you to release your own pheromones, made you feel slightly dizzy. A sudden spiking heat rushed through you, and a quiet ‘shit’ slipped from your lips. Hurriedly, you began to head towards the exit, keeping your head ducked and trying desperately to stop sending pulse after pulse of pheromones into the gym. You figured that, once you were safely in the confines of the bus, you could send a message to one of the coaches, apologising for having to leave and explaining that your heat had suddenly started.

A large hand wrapped around your wrist, causing you to come to a jolting stop. The owner of the hand yanked you back into his chest and you let out a surprised squeak. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him as he let out a pleased hum. His nose ran along the scent gland at your neck, making you stiffen suddenly. Fear made you kick out, knocking against one of his teammates who was standing beside him.

“Get off me,” you panted, weakly thrashing in his grip, a sharp and bitter scent escaping from you. Across the gym, Atsumu and Osamu’s heads snapped in your direction. “Just want to leave. Need to leave.”

Twin growls ripped through the gym, sending shivers down the spines of many people in attendance, including the male currently holding you. All you could feel was relief. He looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with the furious twins. Their fury had caught the attention of the rest of Inarizaki, who all suddenly stood to attention.

“No need to be aggressive,” chuckled the male, though he made no move to release you. “I was just going to take care of this omega.”

“Like fuck ya are,” spat Atsumu, lunging forward and grabbing the male by the back of his shirt. His eyes were dark, expression twisted as another growl ripped from his throat.

“Get the fuck away from her,” growled Osamu, who had taken the distraction Atsumu provided to step in front of the male. The rest of his teammates had wisely backed off. One who had been about to pull Atsumu away had been stopped by Kita, his grip tight as he had pulled the man away by his shoulder. Despite the warning, the male’s arm remained around you. Despite Atsumu at his back and Osmau at his front, he had the nerve to push his nose against your scent gland and breathe you in deeply. A nervous whimper escaped your mouth, all Osamu and Atsumu needed for any last bit of restraint they had to evaporate. He muttered darkly, “I gave you a warning.”

Osamu’s hand curled around the male’s wrist, yanking it upwards harshly and twisting. His other arm went to catch you, pulling you away as Atsumu finally snapped. His arm wrapped around the male’s throat, his muscles prominent as he tightened his grip, crushing his windpipe. It was clear Osamu was frustrated too, eager to leap at the male. Yet, you were beside him, looking up at him with fear, and his first instinct was to protect you. He pulled his gaze away from the scene in front of him, scanning the gym until he finally found Kita. Kita was already walking towards you, anger prominent in the lines of his body. He took you from Osamu, letting you wrap your legs around his waist and snuggle your head into the crook of his neck as he held you. Kita left Osamu with a nod, giving permission the other man had not needed, but appreciated, to attack the male who had harassed you. He would let the coaches break it apart. Right now, you were his concern.

Kita walked from the gym, heading towards the bus. It was fortunate he was always prepared. Though he was certain you would be responsible enough to bring your own, he had packed heat suppressors in the buses emergency kit just in case. You let out a soft whine, hands curling into the material of his shirt.

“Atsumu… Osamu… Are they okay?” you questioned, needing to know. Kita let out a comforting purr, coupled with a release of soothing pheromones. The scent wafted around you, easing your racing heart, though it did little to cut through the haze of your heat.

“They’re fine,” he reassured, hand rubbing a soothing circle into your back before he placed you gently on a seat in the bus. You wrapped your arms around yourself, nose immediately pressing against the inside collar of the jacket, breathing in Atsumu’s scent deeply.

“Want the twins,” you whimpered. It was normal for you to want to be close to them. You had been with them since you were born, the three of you inseparable as soon as you were able to toddle. It was their scents that made up the majority of your nest, with the occasional addition of something Kita or Suna or another member of the team had scented.

Kita ignored your comment in favour of grabbing the heat suppressants from the bag. He turned towards you, grabbing a water bottle from where the spares were kept. Deciding it might be better for you, more peaceful and less painful, he also decided to include a sleeping pill. Kita handed them to you. “Have these. It’s heat suppressants and a sleeping pill.”

He watched as you took the medicine, carding his fingers through your hair affectionately. He gave your fingers a reassuring squeeze, “I’ll be back, along with the twins, when the match is finished.”

You nodded, barely registering his words as you let sleep overtake you.

When you woke up, strong arms were wrapped around you, holding you against a chest. You snuggled into the warmth, letting the distinct scent of Atsumu wash over you. Fingers stroked your hand softly, tracing its shape before sliding between your own. Your hand was lifted up, soft lips pressed against it before a face nuzzled into your palm. Sleepily, you looked up, blinking up at the twins. Even in your half-awake state, you could see the slight bruising that peppered their skin. Despite it being two-against-one, the male had landed a few solid hits before the coaches got involved.

“You’re awake,” cheered Atsumu, brushing a kiss to the top of your head as his fingers ran up and down your back, sliding beneath his jacket and your t-shirt to rest against your bare skin. Osamu gave a small cheer as well, a warm smile overtaking his features as he gazed down at you. That warm smile didn’t stop him from scolding you, something you were expecting from Kita and not him.

“And an idiot for not realising you were starting your heat,” he said, reaching over to give your hair an affection ruffle.

“We always know when our ruts are so you should know when your heats are,” chimed in Atsumu, ignoring the weak punch to his chest that you gave him with the hand not being held in Osamu’s.

“That’s because I always remind you,” you grumbled in response, though your anger was short-lived. The pheromones they were pumping out were so distracting any emotion but bliss was hard to feel, let alone hold onto.

“Considering how long you’ve known each other,” said Suna, deciding to add his two pence to the conversation, “I would’ve thought you two dumbasses would know what her pre-heat symptoms are.”

“You’re her friend too,” protested Atsumu, the only thing stopping him from engaging in a fall-blown argument was you in his lap. “Maybe you should have realised.”

“I did realise,” smirked Suna. In a quieter voice, he continued, “I just thought she was tired.”

“Can you all shut up?” snapped Aran, to which Kita was quick to agree, explaining that you would appreciate the peace and quiet.

That put a stop to any argument that could have broken out, both of the twins refocusing on you. Osamu resumed lazily playing with your fingers, while Atsumu nuzzled into your neck, rubbing his face against your scent gland. You let out a content sigh, finding comfort in their touch and the scents of the team wafting around you.

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 3 years

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Lunar Violence (jjk)

Summary: You’re not a big fan of your best friend’s favorite band, Lunar Violence. Their werewolf gimmick makes you roll your eyes, even if the music isn’t too bad. When she drags you to a concert just as the blood moon rises, though, everything changes.

Warnings: werewolf sex, possessive behavior, choking, knotting, marking, heats and ruts so whatever consent issues you feel are within that realm, unrpotected sex, werewolf dick, abo dynamics

Word Count:7445

Rating: Explicit

You're not normally a fan of gimmicks, particularly with your music. So when your best friend begs you for a solid week to go with her to this concert, you're wary when you do a simple Google search.

Lunar Violence might be the dumbest fucking name for a band you've ever heard, but they certainly seem like they're going for a certain vibe. You'd definitely have been into it when you were a teen, the fake fangs, the facial piercings and torn leather pants, the howling they do at the ends of some of their songs.

The music itself isn't bad, the lead singer is stupid hot and has a smooth low tenor and bedroom eyes.

You flip through only a few of the member pictures before making a decision based on the fact that they're good eye candy, at least.

Your friend Jia jumps up and down excitedly when you tell her and shows you the signs she's made. She's got a thing for the one they call Happy, a lean bassist who has a bright smile and a sexy glare.

"What are with these names? The seven dwarfs? I think they're mixing metaphors."

Jia snorts. "They call the drummer Baby because he's the youngest. It’s not that dumb and the music is really good, you’ll love it, I promise!"

"This is so dumb. You owe me."

"If I get close enough to Happy to make eye contact I'm gonna make him mine and then I'll give you anything you want." Jia says determinedly.

It’s a few weeks before the concert, so you find yourself listening to a few albums and actually getting pretty excited about it. It should be a fun time, get you away from the stress of your every day life, at the least.

You had no way of knowing that the night of the concert would complicate your life tenfold.

“Do we always have to schedule concerts around rutting season?” Namjoon whines after hitting yet another wrong chord on his guitar.

“It’s the best part about this job!” Hoseok grins.

“I can’t fucking concentrate being horny all the time, I agree with Joon,” Yoongi agrees, banging his forehead down on the keyboard.

“Should have called you Horny rather than Lucky,” Seokjin snorts, and Hoseok laughs so hard he nearly knocks over his bass guitar.

Jungkook watches them with a fond smile on his face, his brothers. Not by blood, of course but being the only werewolves in the city made them have an instant connection and camaraderie, and they’d created a pack pretty quickly. The music had come later, they’d all been interested in it, all had some talent and all been blessed with good looks, and after that it was only a matter of who did what and stage names.

Kim Seokjin, with his regal looks and sharp jaw: Prince.

Min Yoongi, with the scar over his left eye he’d gotten scrapping with a grey wolf in the woods behind his house in Daegu as a pup: Lucky.

Jung Hoseok with his easy smile and eager nature: Happy.

Kim Namjoon, always so serious and intelligent: Beethoven.

Park Jimin, with his pretty face and sneaky smirk: Sly.

Kim Taehyung with his sweet nature and affectionate personality: Honey.

Finally, Jeon Jungkook, because he'd been barely old enough to breed when they'd met: Baby.

"Baby hasn't had his first rut yet, yeah?" It's Jimin, smirking, always giving Jungkook grief about something.

Jungkook narrows his eyes and chucks a drumstick at him but it's no use, Jimin catching it in one band and twirling it like a goddamn baton. Jungkook would say Jimin was graceful if he hadn't seen him fall off about a dozen barstools and half a dozen stages, sober even for the latter.

“Kinda late, isn’t it?” Seokjin speaks up, and Jungkook knows he’s teasing but it stings a little, nonetheless.

“He’s only just turned 23. You were two weeks from your 23rd before you ever popped a knot, hyung, or have you forgotten?” Namjoon snarks, and Jungkook snickers as Seokjin makes a face, that vein on his neck pulsing just a bit.

He shouldn’t laugh, they’re just as likely to come to blows during the beginning of a rut and in a full moon cycle, but he can’t help himself

Yoongi, as usual, manages to keep the peace by offering to order pizza and foot the bill, a truly saintlike act since they could go through a pizza each, as hot as their temperature would be running by now.

Jungkook doesn’t say that he’s had a knot for two years now, the very thought of his hyungs knowing that makes him blush so much he hides it by wiping his face with a towel, pretending to have been sweating.

Truly, he should have had a rut by now, triggered by all the pheromones' from the shows they’d been doing, this tour had been particularly rough due to the upcoming blood moon, at least for all the other boys, and it isn’t as if Jungkook hasn’t mated, of course, but a full rut? Not even the hint of it. It worries him, but Namjoon keeps assuring him that everyone gets there in time, people are just different.

Taehyung had been a late bloomer himself, not starting his first rut until he met and fell in love with his girlfriend, a short feisty redhead he’d met after a hand injury from stringing his bass guitar and slicing his palm open. She’d been a nurse who scolded him for not coming in sooner and it’d been almost instant, her green eyes triggering every wolf thing about him, or at least that’s how he tells it, all wide eyed and dreamy.

She’s a near constant in Taehyung’s hotel rooms now, sometimes riding along on the tour bus, but he doesn’t let her into anymore of the concerts even when she pouts, because human mates around a group of wolves around rutting season can be a dangerous time.

Taehyung is one of the gentlest wolves Jungkook knows, but he’d seen him snarl when Yoongi so much as winked at the redhead near a rut, so it’s probably for the best.

Anyway, Jungkook wasn’t worried (much). He’d find his true mate eventually, but probably not at a concert. Maybe he’d start his rut there, at least, around the full moon. He’d never have imagined that he’d find both.

The crowd is nice enough, although they seem a little feral. Some of these girls have signs that should be x rated, but you're not one to judge, especially since you've never actually….done anything too x-rated.

You feel a little strange when you enter the concert venue and you can’t quite put your finger on it. You shrug and blame it on the strong drink your friend had made you chug before you entered since she couldn’t finish it all herself.

It’s like there’s something living under your skin, some rush like heat, and it makes you feel antsy, ready to dance along to the music or at least laugh at your friend losing her mind next to you.

There’s a lot of gimmick to the concert and it’s bright and dark at the same time near the stage. You’d swear you’d seen the guitarist strum with no pick, with a sharp claw instead, but you’re sure it’s makeup, part of the show. They’re wearing contacts, too, you’re pretty sure, and the music is good, your friend isn’t wrong.

The song you’d heard that you’d like is actually their encore song, heavy on the bass and drums, and the lead singer even makes your skin feel hot a little when he makes eye contact and winks at you. The last solo the lights come down on the drummer, he’s on the back stage so all you can see is his long hair bouncing, the flex of his admittedly impressive biceps as he finishes the song.

You’ve been jumping up and down and singing along so much that you’re sweating and feeling a bit dizzy, so you drag your friend out the back alley while she’s still swooning, having gotten a direct smile from her favorite bassist.

“Did you see him? He looked right at me! We’re in love, Y/n. Do you want to be my maid of honor?” She’s babbling when you hear the click of a lighter next to you.

There’s people milling about, it wasn’t exactly a sold out show but there was a decent crowd, and people are now piling into the bar next door.

“Did you like the show?”

When you turn your head you’re shocked to see that it’s the lead singer, a couple strands of his silver hair falling over his eye as he smiles at you.

“Oh. Oh, yes, I liked it very...very much,” you stammer. He’s even more handsome up close. Those are some really good contacts, you can’t tell they aren’t real at all, even though surely no one’s eyes are a violet color like that.

“Sly!” Your friend screams, and you jolt forward, surprised.

The singer’s hand lights on your shoulder and you look down. You have time to think that they must make great money for these expensive special effects because they sure do look like claws before your friend rushes past you, yelling because Happy had come out the back with the rest of the band.

There’s no mob or anything, maybe a dozen people other than you and Jia, but it makes you a bit anxious nonetheless, especially since you’re still feeling just as antsy, hot and dizzy as you were before.

It might be worse, actually, as you stand outside in the moonlight.

“Sly’s just my stage name.” His voice sounds softer, closer to your ear as he leans in. “You can call me Jimin.”

“O-okay,” you stutter, unused to feeling this way. You’re usually more outgoing, talkative, but it feels so strange. You find yourself looking up at the sky as if looking for the moon.

It’s better, once you’re inside the bar, there’s not as much of a crowd and you’re sitting at a big table with Sly...Jimin, you remind yourself, and Jia and Happy, who seems to fit his name well, laughing open and loud with your best friend as if they’ve known each other forever.

After a few hours and a couple of drinks you’ve lost most of that antsy feeling since being indoors, and you and Jimin vibe well, becoming fast friends. You’re both flirty and talkative after getting to know each other, and your mood is lifted from the concert, the alcohol, and the socialization.

You even laugh about calling their gimmick dumb as they dodge questions about where they get their makeup and accessories. You assume it’s some kind of sponsorship situation or contract, not thinking much of it.

You manage to excuse yourself long enough to look for the bathroom, although Jia abandons you since she’s made her way into Happy’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and with a blissful smile you’re not sure you’ve ever seen on her.

There’s someone standing in the hall and it’s a narrow hallway and he’s pretty wide from the back so you stumble a little when you turn, placing a hand on the wall.

“Oh, excuse me!” You say, brightly, but when he turns you gasp, a little surprised by the bright red of his eyes before you realize it’s another member of Lunar Violence.

“Hello,” he says, quietly with a little smile and he has these prominent front teeth that are pretty cute, make him look a lot less intimidating, despite those contacts and an eyebrow piercing and his size.

“Oh, hello! You’re…”

“Baby,” he blurts, and it makes you giggle.

You feel a little tipsier than you’d realized, and you guess it must be since you’ve been sitting down for an hour or so and just gotten up.

He puts a hand over his face, embarrassed. “My name is Jungkook,” he explains. “I’m the drummer?”

It’s cute how his voice pitches up into a question, as if you wouldn’t recognize him. He’s definitely a bit more modest than the other two members you’d met, with Jimin and Happy (who you’d just learned also goes by Hoseoki), bragging about tours and performances.

“Pretty big for a baby,” you tease, and he makes an embarrassed sound in the back of his throat.

“I keep trying to get them to let me change it,” he mutters.

You introduce yourself and he smiles again, and his eyes aren’t as red as you’d thought at first, anyway, maybe it’s just the light. You brush past him as you continue to the bathroom after excusing yourself, and it’s a little zing through you, like static electricity.

It takes you longer in the bathroom than it usually would, that last drink really must have packed a punch, and when you return to the table Jungkook is sitting there, too, next to your empty chair. Jimin looks a little sullen and pouty, but he smiles at you, those violet eyes crinkling up at the corners, and you give him a bright smile back.

Jungkook, on the other hand, is all energy, jiggling his leg and tapping his fingers on the table and Hoseok seems to be watching him intently.

The atmosphere in general seems to have changed, and after exchanging numbers with everyone with the urging of Jia, you two excuse yourself.

The three men walk you outside and Jimin is close while Jungkook hangs back. You imagine Jimin is so close since you mentioned feeling a bit dizzy and he asks you twice if he can call you a car but you tell him that the fresh air will do you good.

It’s funny, the moonlight seems to energize you a bit. When Jimin leans in to kiss you on the cheek, you jump a little at a sound behind you, something like a bark.

Jimin jolts back a little, eyes widening, and you both laugh at your nerves.

“Stray dog,” you remark, and Jimin snorts.

“Something like that.”

Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. “So what exactly the fuck happened after I left?”

Jimin is sullen on the couch, arms crossed over his chest with a busted lip and Jungkook is sitting next to Hoseok on the floor on the other side of the hotel room with tissue up his nose, Hoseok tilting his head back.

“Baby is about to go into rut,” Taehyung sings, laughing, his girlfriend draped over him on the bed drowsily, his teeth marks littering her neck and throat.

“Don’t,” Yoongi warns. “Everyone’s just wound up. Full moon is in two days, after all, cut him some slack.”

“Sees one girl he likes and suddenly no one else can talk to her,” Jimin complains, gingerly working his tongue across his lip ring to see if it’s torn.

“You tried to kiss her,” Jungkook growls, and Hoseok pushes on his chest to keep him from getting up.

Jungkook can’t explain why his wolf wanted to rip Jimin’s throat out when he leaned in to kiss you, he’d just met you, didn’t even know your last name, but it was visceral, sudden, something crawling up his throat. He’d almost moved forward to do it before Hoseok said his name, sharply.

“We all get a little possessive about potential mates around the full moon,” Namjoon reasons. “But that’s not the way to handle it, Jungkook.”

Jungkook hangs his head and removes the tissue from his nose with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry, hyung.” He looks over at Jimin but he means it for Namjoon. He’s still bitter, somehow, about Jimin’s hand on your lower back, his lips brushing your cheek. It makes his head feel fuzzy, his guts roll.

Namjoon, on the other hand, had been the one to “discover” Jungkook, back when he had no idea why his eyes were starting to change color with the moon cycles or why his nails grew out like claws. He’d started learning percussion just to get rid of some of the energy he had around those times, and he’d been 17 when Namjoon approached him in a music store when Jungkook was looking into buying cymbals.

Jungkook had been abandoned when he was a baby, adopted at four years old and he had no idea about his wolf lineage, or even that they existed, until Namjoon explained it to him.

“Jungkook doesn’t know his lineage,” Namjoon reminds them all. “He might just be presenting as an alpha, that’s a lot around the full moon, Jimin, you remember.”

Jimin grumbles something under his breath and Jungkook has to take a deep breath through his nostrils, smelling iron from their scuffle earlier, in order not to lunge across the room and hit him again.

Eventually, Jungkook has to move to his own room despite usually bunking with Jimin, and he finds himself unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling. He keeps seeing your bright smile, your curls bouncing around as you talked and laughed, mostly at Jimin, and it makes him stiffen to think of how Jimin had met you first.

Why did it matter, anyway? You’re just a person, just like he is, just a girl, and he doesn’t have the best track record with talking to girls, anyway. You’d been in the front row, with your friend who Hoseok had gotten so smiley about, he’d seen you just before he started his set, his vision clearer around the full moon.

The others laughed at him for how he talked about “the wolf,” as if it wasn’t a part of him, as if it wasn’t who he was, but that’s how it had always felt. He just hadn’t had a name for it until he’d met Namjoon. It was like this thing, inside him, this beast, something that clawed and scratched to get out.

Seokjin keeps telling him that he’s fighting the wolf, that’s why he hasn’t gone into rut or popped his knot, that’s why he feels so achy and fidgety around the moon cycles, that’s why he hasn’t shifted. Namjoon would always respond there was no way to know that but Seokjin just rolled his eyes.

“Aish, I’m your hyung, listen to me. I fought mine, too, when I was young, and when I shifted I broke a few bones. You should give in, let it ride in the front seat once in a while.”

Jungkook had nodded at the time but now, he doesn’t know how to do that. Drumming helped, it was a lot of work and energy expelled and it felt like he could let him out, the wolf, just a little. It’s why he’d gotten so big, staying active and lifting weights was something the wolf liked.

The wolf came sometimes when he masturbated, too, when he’d feel particularly worked up around the full moon, after a concert, sweaty and rolling his hips into his hand.

When he tries it after meeting you, he can’t even finish, ending up panting and sore, the wolf still snarling over the memory of Jimin’s lips barely brushing across your cheek.

Surprisingly enough, it’s Jungkook who texts you first. Wanna go for a drink?

You’re not sure whether to say yes at first, you’ve been feeling so strange. You can barely sleep, your skin feeling hot, as if you’d burned yourself with a too hot shower. You think about that night at the concert a lot, Jimin’s violet eyes, Jungkook’s almost red ones, how odd you’d felt.

You would have talked to Jia about it but she’s been abducted by the werewolf band, apparently, you’ve barely seen her in a week and when you had she’d been littered with hickeys and with a big goofy smile.

Part of you wonders if this is all some sex ring cult but she seems happy, jubilant even, so you agree, meeting Jungkook at a downtown bar.

He’s there before you arrive, you can see him through the window sitting at a table, looking wide and a bit intimidating until he lifts his head and smiles at you with a little wave.

His eyes are a warm brown now, pretty and wide, you’re able to notice the shape more without the contacts.

Jungkook is still all energy, maybe that’s just how he is, talking to you more and more as the nights go on and you two share a pitcher of beer, scooting his chair closer. You find he flushes a pretty rose when you flirt with him and can’t stop laughing when he nearly falls out of his chair when you prop your legs up in his lap.

By the end of the night he can’t stop smiling at you and you’re intrigued, moreso than you’d imagined you would be when you’d first met him, smiling shyly at you at the bar near the concert. You start to feel funny again, your head fuzzy, probably from the alcohol.

When you tell him, he’s all wide eyed concern.

You giggle. “Now I know why they call you Baby.”

He huffs a little.

He walks you outside just as he did before but this time he doesn’t hang back, and when you reach the alleyway, he places a hand on the swell of your hip as you take a few deep breaths of the night air.

You’re surprised, laugh a little until you look up into his eyes. You’d swear they looked red tinged again, but surely it’s just the beer.

“Not a baby,” he murmurs, moving closer, pressing you up against the brick with his body, and you hitch in a breath.

“No?” You ask, boldly trailing your finger along his collarbone through the black tshirt he’s wearing.

He shakes his head, leaned down close enough to your face that his nose brushes yours.

“Prove it,” you tease, and he makes this rumbling sound in the back of his throat that makes goosebumps break out across your flesh.

He leans down further, nips at your lower lip, and you moan, body surging forward toward his as if it was made to fit it. You’re not sure if you kiss him or he kisses you, but his tongue is in your mouth, his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

You feel hot all over, dizzy in the most pleasant way, at least until he pulls away, gasping.

You whine, a sound you don’t think you’ve ever made before, when he’s not touching you anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps. “I’m sorry. I should go.”

He’s gone before you can even gasp out another whine of his name, and the moonlight on your skin burns instead of cools.

Jungkook tells this story in a burst to his bandmates the next day, hungover with his head pounding.

“You just left her there?” Jimin says, his face shocked, and Jungkook feels the wolf make a growl start at the back of his throat.

Namjoon puts a hand on his shoulder and it turns into a whine instead.

“I’ve never felt him that close, hyung. Right at the surface. I wanted to…”

Namjoon and Seokjin meet eyes above Jungkook’s lowered head.

Jimin catches it. Jimin catches everything, it’s one of the best and worst things about him.

“What? You think…” Jimin laughs. “No. She can’t be his.... She’s not a wolf, I would’ve smelled it when-”

Jungkook surges out of his seat, a deep growl rumbling from his chest. “When what, Jimin?”

Jimin’s eyes glow a pale violet as he snarls back, uncaring that Jungkook towers over him.

In the end, Namjoon and Seokjin have to separate them physically as they bark and snarl at each other.

Hoseok and Taehyung are missing, having holed up to ride out their ruts with their human mates instead of the house the seven share.

Yoongi huffs out a breath. “He’s definitely presenting as an alpha.”

“No shit,” Namjoon barks, unusually on edge.

Yoongi, Seokjin, and Taehyung are the betas of the group, and until now there had only been a slight difference among the bandmates despite their different rankings.

Alpha pheromones were stronger and their senses were more heightened around rutting season, particularly for other mates.

In the end, they have to completely change how they house themselves, with Jimin sharing a room with Yoongi, and Jungkook sharing with Seokjin.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook says miserably, his wolf finally calmed as he sits down on the bed.

“It’s not your fault,” Seokjin says, voice much less harsh than Namjoon’s had been earlier when he’d scolded him. “I saw Namjoon during this time, and it wasn’t easy.”

Jungkook looks up at the elder with wide eyes. “Really?”

Seokjin snorts and nods. “Yeah, around the full moon he was unbearable, snarling at everything.”

“I just didn’t want to scare her or...or hurt her...I wanted to put her against the wall and…” Jungkook trails off, embarrassed.

Seokjin only smiles and ruffles Jungkook’s hair. “That’s normal too, Baby. You wouldn’t have hurt her, especially if it’s what we think it is.”

“What...what does that mean?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “Something you gotta work out on your own.”

Jungkook groans and flops down on the bed as Seokjin laughs, heading downstairs to make dinner while things are calm.

He has trouble sleeping again, but this time instead of wondering why, he knew, could almost feel the soft skin of your hip on his palm like it was still there, how you’d moaned into his mouth, whined for him.

Jungkook isn’t sure there’s a cold enough shower to help.

You can’t seem to sit still as the full moon nears, feeling like you might jump out of your skin. You can’t count the number of friends you’d called but no one seems up to going out. You bite your lip while looking at Jungkook’s contact on your phone screen.

If you think about it long enough, you can still feel the way he pressed against you, how the hair on the nape of your neck stood up when he nipped at your lip, how hot you’d felt, how wet…

You sigh and scroll up, seeing Jimin’s name instead. Jimin had been fun to be with the night you’d met, easy to talk to, less….intense. And he didn’t make you feel like you were about to crawl out of your skin, so you ask if he wants to meet up for a drink.

It’s late, by the time you decide, and the moon is out, waxing toward fullness. There’s only a tiny sliver remaining, big in the sky, and you can’t stop looking up at it as you walk to the bar near your house.

You’d chosen it because it’s close and not because it’s where hot drummer Jeon Jungkook, also known as Baby, had pressed you against an alley wall and made you almost…

Jimin jolts you out of your thoughts, calling your name and waving as you approach the door. He’s leaned against the doorjamb, giving you a smirk and you think now you understand why they call him Sly.

It makes you smile and again, you vibe well with him, you get along in the best way, conversation is easy and you don’t feel gooseflesh or your hair stand up when he brushes his fingers against yours.

Jimin knows he’s playing with fire when he replies to your text, but they don’t call him Sly for nothing, and you’re interesting, for a human. He’s only met one other female wolf, a tall and feisty woman with a sharp tongue and the most beautiful brown eyes, but she’d had a mate and well...things hadn’t ended well.

Jungkook thinks of his wolf as this separate entity but Jimin disagrees, let’s his wolf do what it wants, so that all the bad things he feels have some kind of outlet. This was especially so after he’d lost his brown eyed wolf girl, so he invites you back to the house, knowing that Jungkook will be at the gym all night before the full moon tomorrow.

In fact, all of the others will be out, finding fun of their own, and why shouldn’t Jimin do the same? It isn’t as if Jungkook has marked you, or even can, since you’re human.

Your eyes aren’t quite the same shade of hers, but he can pretend.

Jungkook works out until his muscles ache but nothing can shake this feeling he has, like something’s wrong. When he leaves the gym even the moon looks off, as if it’s dimmer than it should be, and something’s pulling him home, like this tug in his gut. It feels like it used to as a kid in his first foster home, when he’d get so anxious he’d climb onto the roof and stare up at it.

He’s almost running as he gets closer, feeling his skin prickle as he gets to the house, his wolf so close to the surface he can feel the fur that isn’t there yet standing up on the back of his neck.

He smells Jimin first, wrinkling his nose at the alpha pheromones, and when he walks upstairs it isn’t as if he decides to let the wolf take over, or struggles with it - it’s instant.

You’re standing in the hall, head tilted up, and Jimin is leaning against the wall, smiling down at you, and when you lean up to just softly brush your lips against Jimin’s, Jungkook’s heart nearly leaps out of his chest, and the wolf barks, loud and warning.

You turn, surprised, and Jungkook doesn’t think, doesn’t act, it’s all wolf. He grabs you by your waist, hefts you up over your shoulder, and begins to walk you to his room.

Jimin protests and Jungkook growls over his shoulder, daring him to try something. Later, Jungkook is glad his friend didn’t follow, because he isn’t sure that he could have held the wolf back.

You kick and yell and beat on his back and Jungkook doesn’t realize what he’s done until he’s plopped you down on his bed, crawling toward you.

You kick him in the chest and it barely registers. You stand up and that’s when he snaps back to himself, at least to a degree.

"Don't leave. You can't leave." It's panicked, his voice, higher pitched almost like a whine.

"I can do whatever I want," you snap.

He makes this sound between a whine and a snarl and it's startling, strange, and you stop at the door.

"I know that! I know, but he doesn't!"

"He..." you turn to look at him and he's trembling, head down, and you step closer, worried. "Baby, what do you mean?"

Jungkook just stands there, still trembling, until you reach out to touch his hair, gently. "He thinks he owns you, that you're his, that no one else can touch you." He explains, almost in a whisper.

"Who is he?" You ask slowly.

He raises his head slow and you gasp when you look into his eyes, instead of a warm brown this burnt amber, red hued.

"The wolf."

You stand there, blinking in surprise, for a long moment before actively telling your feet to move to the door. Unfortunately, your brain seems to have some kind of disconnect to your limbs, because you just step even closer, lean in and inhale along his neck, this scent of sweat and the iron of the weights he’d been lifting washing over you.

Rationally, you know that you should be shocked, horrified, even, that werewolves are real and you’re apparently standing in a house full of them but all you can do is run your tongue along the vein in his throat and Jungkook is trembling all over, whimpering like a puppy.

“Y/n, please, don’t-” he chokes out.

“Why not?” You murmur against his skin, the scent of him making your body react like you’ve never felt before. There’s this ache between your thighs that you’ve only felt a hint of before and you want more, nipping at his skin, unable to think clearly.

“He wants to...wants you,” Jungkook stutters, balling his hands into fists to keep from touching you.

“He does? Or you do?” You ask, lifting your head to pout at him, and Jungkook groans.

“Both,” he whispers hoarsely.

“Then take me,” you say, and you don’t even know where the words came from. Your head feels light on your shoulders, dizzy with the scent of him, how his skin tastes under your tongue, and you do what he did to you the last night you’d seen him, nipping at his lower lip. Your canine pierces the skin and you taste iron on your tongue

Jungkook growls and lifts you again, this time with his hands under your ass and thighs and your legs wrap around him instantly. He all but throws you down on the bed, this time, and you whimper when he grips one of your thighs with his big hand, squeezing the flesh there.

“Mine,” he snarls, that high pitched whine at the end, and it makes you arch your back, claw your nails across his shoulders.

Jungkook leans down to sniff at your neck and growls again, wrinkling his nose and when you open your eyes he’s staring down at you with those red/amber eyes.

You look back defiantly but you’re rolling your hips against his, you can feel him hard against your core and even though you’d never gone all the way with anyone before you want him inside you, can’t think of anything else.

“You smell like him,” he accuses, voice hoarse, and his wide eyes fade back to brown, just slightly, the color dilating around his pupils.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, feeling something like guilt, even though nothing had happened, really, and even it if it had…

He rubs his nose against your throat, covers you with his body like he’s replacing any of Jimin’s scent with his own. He licks against your neck, bites down on your skin, making you yelp.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whines. “I’m sorry, I have to. You’re mine, I have to mark you, have to scent you anywhere he touched you,” he tries to explain, his hands skating down your ample curves.

“It’s okay,” you say, and somehow you mean it, you understand, the very thought of Jungkook smelling like anyone else makes your heart jump into your throat, something primal rise in your gut. “I know, baby.”

“You’re mine?” He says again, voice pitching up into a question just like when he’d introduced himself and it scares you, the way it makes your heart ache.

Instead of speaking you kiss him again, hard, moving your hands to his hair to get him closer. You had worn a skirt and halter out, it’s so warm even though it’s close to winter, your skin feeling so hot under the moonlight that you couldn’t wear much else.

Even as you kiss him he’s tearing at your clothes and you lean up to help him until you’re bare beneath him and panting, this whining noise coming from your throat that you can’t explain.

“God,” Jungkook groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I-”

“You haven’t...haven’t done this before?” Your eyes widen.

Jungkook realizes what you mean and he blushes a bit. “I’ve...yeah, I’ve done this before but not...not like this. I feel like...the wolf feels like...he’s been crazy. Since the first moment I saw you.”

“Like you’re gonna jump out of your skin? Always feeling...hot?” You ask.

Jungkook nods slowly, eyes widening.

“Me too,” you admit. “I don’t...I don’t know what it means. That’s why I came out with Jimin, I-”

Jungkook cuts you off with a choked whine. “It means you’re supposed to be mine.”

He snuffles against your neck again, hands at your hips, still holding back, trembling. “It means he never should have touched you.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, even though you know you have nothing to apologize for. “I want you. I’ve never...I’ve never done this before but I want you so bad,” you admit, clutching at his tshirt, pulling it up until he gets on his knees and pulls it off, tossing it to the side. You spread your hands across his chest and he lets out a wrecked moan.

“You’re holding back,” you accuse.

He nods. “The wolf, he doesn’t….I don’t want to hurt you. Especially...fuck, no one’s touched you like this before?” His hands slide up and down your thighs as he stares down at your body, your breasts, the cleft of your cunt.

Jungkook knows that shouldn’t make him so hard, shouldn’t make his dick pulse in his sweats, shouldn’t make the wolf keen with pride. Mine mine mine, the first, the only is all his brain is chanting, he feels dizzy like he’s drank too much even though he hasn’t had a drop.

“Please, please, please,” you beg, but he can’t, can’t let the wolf out, he’s afraid he’ll rip you apart. You’re human and a virgin and he can’t risk hurting you.

The wolf won’t even let him say it, so he just shakes his head.

You huff out a breath, your body aching all over, need making your arousal coat your thighs. You don’t know what you’re going to say until you say it.

“Should I ask Jimin to do it? I bet he can smell me,” you taunt, shocking yourself.

Jungkook freezes, his eyes bleeding to red again and one hand jolting out to wrap around your throat.

“Don’t,” he warns.

You know you should be cautious since you’re about to fuck an actual werewolf, but fuck, you’re so hot, you can’t think, you need something inside you and you drop your feet to the bed, spreading your legs wide.

“Jimin would mark me. He’d fuck me, fill me full like I want.”

Jungkook feels something in him snap, and his heart hurts and his cock aches and the wolf is keening, clawing inside him and he can’t control it anymore, just like before.

“Never,” he growls, squeezes his fingers around your throat and you gasp, your stomach aching with need.

Finally, finally he slides his fingers along your pussy and you choke out a sob as his thumb slips across your clit but it’s not enough.

“Jungkook,” you whimper. “Make me yours.”

“Already mine,” he murmurs, and finally slides two fingers inside you, making you cry out. “You’re already mine but I’m gonna give you what you want, mark you, fuck you, make sure Park fucking Jimin never so much as sniffs at you again.”

“Yes,” you sigh. “Yes, please, please.”

Jungkook still worries somewhere in the back of his mind that he’ll hurt you, that the wolf will, and by now he understands they’re one and the same but you’re rolling your hips up and his cock feels heavy and full like he’s about to burst, somehow wider at the base and he rips down his sweats, fucking you with three fingers now.

When his cock bounces against his stomach you gasp, and if you’d been in your right mind you might worry he’s too big but something inside you is crying out in pleasure just at the sight of it. You spread your legs wider and he releases your throat, leaning over to kiss you instead, biting your lip as he slowly works himself inside you.

It’s a tight fit even after three fingers and you’re whining into his mouth, wanting more.

Jungkook isn’t a virgin, far from it although a little less experienced than some of his band members (Hoseok had once bragged about fucking a house of sorority sisters during a rut), but the way you clench around him has his hips twitching, wanting to buck into you even if it would split you open.

Despite his worry, neither he or the wolf wants to hurt you, though, so he waits for you to adjust even as you beg, waits until you can take all of him.

He’s barely realized that he’s popped his knot until he looks down to see where you’ve joined and he groans. He knows how to do this, has been talked to (endlessly, by Taehyung, about his human girlfriend and how she desperately wants to take his knot and they’re working on it but it will take time and training), knows that you can’t take his knot but the wolf is howling for it, wants to fuck you hard and then pop it inside you, spill a littler into your womb.

You whine and pulse around him, reaching up to tug at his hair. “Kookie,” you pout. “Baby. Want you inside me, fuck me harder, please-”

“I can’t-” he chokes out, but then you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him deeper and the wolf growls, leans down, mine mine mine chanting in his head. My mate.

You felt a tiny pop when Jungkook first entered you, nothing painful and then just need, you want more and more and you don’t even know how to say it. You look up at him, near tears, needing something that you feel he won’t give you.

“I’m not yours yet,” you slur, and he looks pained, his eyes dilating from warm brown to amber red again and again.

He rocks his hips against you slow, and you’ve orgasmed twice already, once from his fingers and one from his cock but it’s not enough and you whine, it comes out almost inhuman, like his.

“Fill me up,” you urge, and Jungkook tries to hold the wolf back, he really does, but he’s too far gone, this close to the full moon and in the start of his first rut.

Jungkook groans, fucks you harder and faster and when you cry out his name his balls draw up and he thrusts forward harder than he’d meant to, popping his knot inside you.

You make a surprised sound and his eyes pop open, his hands cupping your face even as his hips twitch as he cums, spills inside you.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry,” he mourns. “I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry,” he babbles, kissing along your neck and throat, seeing that he’d already marked you twice, once on each side of your throat, and he barely remembers it.

You let out a happy sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling finally sated, at least for the moment. “What are you sorry for, silly baby?”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” He asks, and you look up into his eyes and they’re heterochromatic, now, red hued amber and brown both.

“You’d never hurt me,” you mumble against his throat.

“Never,” he promises. “Never, I love you so much.”

You’re half asleep, sated with him still inside you, planting soft kisses on your lips and face. You don’t know where you’d learned the word, but it feels right when you say it, right before you drift to sleep.

“I love you too, Alpha.”

It takes a while to understand, especially between Jungkook being barely able to leave his room since he’s in rut and you’re in heat, but eventually, you figure it out.

Your great grandmother had been an omega werewolf, and it’s a recessive gene so you’d been the lucky one to receive it. Since you had never shifted because your gene wasn’t activated by male wolves, you had no smell.

At least, not until the full moon, when you shifted into what Jungkook says is the prettiest wolf he’d ever seen.

After, when you’d near your heat, Jungkook would snap and snarl at the boys so much just for talking to you that it made you roll your eyes, but eventually you got the dates right (for the most part, there’d been one instance in which Jimin had made a snarky comment and Jungkook had lunged at him and they’d gone rolling down the stairs), and you holed up in your apartment, instead.

Jungkook was working with Seokjin to understand that the wolf is him instead of some seperate entity. You tell him you’ve always known that. From what you know now, if the wolf wasn’t, he would have taken you the very first night. True mates are rare, and you’d both known it the whole time, even when you hadn’t.

You and Jia went to every concert, her always telling you her neverending sexcapades with Hoseok to be able to take his knot, front row, waiting for your Alpha’s set. It’s cute, you think, that they call him Baby on stage but he’s your Alpha, especially since he’s both, always, to you.

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No Regrets

A noble!Jaskier A/B/O arranged marriage fic for @greyduckgreygoose as part of a server exchange. - AO3

Ship: Jaskier x Aiden

Rating: E

Length: 2.8k

CW: Smut, Alpha Aiden/Omega Jask, scent kink, fingering, oral sex, penetrative sex, knotting, mating bites

If there was one thing in life that Jaskier regretted, it was that he was a noble. Without the ties of his blood, being an omega wouldn’t be so bad. He could have chosen his own alpha, been happily mated if he wished, or stayed free and wild as he roamed the Continent to his heart’s desire. As a child he’d declared that he would be a travelling bard or a merchent, renouncing all claim to the stupid title that now bound his dear sister to the estate. He’d dreamed of his life as a barker to some witcher or other adventurer, strumming tunes on his lute and spreading his music all across the Continent.

A pipe dream.

Jaskier didn’t even regret being an omega. It was actually quite thrilling, the sex was easier with the slick he produced and the desperation his heats brought was really quite incomparable. There was nothing quite like getting fucked within an inch of his life and knotted by some strapping alpha, lost in orgasm after orgasm until he quite literally passed out.

He knew the real thief of his freedom was his blood, his nobility, his dear old parents caught in their archaic ways. Only, now he was to be married to some mysterious alpha that had saved his father’s life a few weeks ago and Jaskier was kicking up a fuss, purposely not looking his best for the wedding. His neck was littered with hickies from a rather lovely beta he’d fucked the night before, but when the alpha, his alpha, walked into the room, Jaskier regretted every decision he’d made that morning.

The bastard was handsome, unbelievably so, and he was wild. Jaskier had been expecting some stuck up noble alpha that only cared about the pups Jaskier could provide, but, oh, ho, ho, gods, this man was a work of art! Long dark hair was pulled back into a messy half updo, long waves falling down past his shoulders. He had tanned skin, covered in scars, from what Jaskier could see, a particularly nasty one striking along his left eye and cutting into his cheek, but gods, those eyes… startling gold like the sweetest honey. Most interesting were his clothes, pretty dark blue garments that Jaskier could have sworn were armoured, and a hood resting on his shoulders. He seemed to be unarmed but something in Jaskier’s gut told him that the man was still dangerous, and that thought had him pressing his thighs together as he felt another rush of slick escape him.

The alpha’s nostrils flared and those gorgeous molten eyes met his from across the room. Jaskier felt as though he had been hit by lightning as he basked in the heat of his alpha’s stare. From beside him, Jaskier heard his mother gasp, the bitter scent of her anger clouding the air, but it was far too late for mother dearest to back out now.

Jaskier was going to marry a witcher!

Maybe his plans of travelling the Continent hadn’t been so far fetched after all. Destiny had truly blessed him on this day, he would be free from the society he hated so much, travelling by this fine specimen’s side until death.

Oh, ho, ho!

He was thrilled.

The alpha didn’t seem too displeased either as he winked at Jaskier from across the room, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips. The man bowed deeply to Jaskier’s parents but there was something in his manner that made Jaskier laugh. There was nothing sincere in his greeting, and the Viscount of Lettenhove knew this, that much was clear from the sneer on his face, the nasty curl of his lips.

And oh didn’t that make Jaskier’s victory all the sweeter. He wondered what the alpha had done or said to convince his old man to give up his only son, and a precious omega to boot. Jaskier supposed a life debt was hard to argue against.

The witcher seemed like a bit of a cad, all flirty winks and mockery of nobility that made Jaskier swoon, his knees buckling a little underneath him under the heavy musk of the alpha’s scent. Slick soaked through his underclothes and he wriggled uncomfortably, his hands itching to slip beneath his breeches and tease at his cock, his hole, anything that could relieve him of the aching arousal in his gut. The alpha let out a wave of pheromones, calming Jaskier’s mind and subduing him. Even his poor mother seemed to relax beside him, but the strong scent of alpha, had his father growling low in his chest. The deluded fool, as if he could take on a witcher, although he probably knew he couldn’t and that was the only reason Jaskier was allowed to marry this god of a man.

“You came,” Lord Alfred of Lettenhove hissed through gritted teeth.

To Jaskier’s surprise, the alpha just laughed, one hand resting on his hips. “I told you I would. I don’t lie, human.”

“Not my son, Alfred, please. You can’t give my son to a witcher!” Jaskier’s mother begged, falling to her knees in front of her husband. “Anyone but a witcher, I’ll even agree to that lass from Nilfgaard, please, alpha.”

It was a pitiful display, one Jaskier hadn’t expected from his mother, but one that truly showed her desperation. Jaskier almost felt sorry for her…

Almost.

“What’s done is done, mother, now please, introduce me to my new husband!” Jaskier trilled happily, subconsciously baring his neck to the stranger that he was about to bind himself to, eyeing up the cat head on the silver chain around the witcher’s neck.

He’d heard rumours about those witchers; feral, insane… assassins.

Gods, Jaskier was weak.

He always had liked an alpha that could tear him in two, but it was rarer than it should have been. Jaskier was not a timid and fragile omega, in fact most people that met him confused him for a beta at first. He had a less sweet and floral scent than most omegas, and his chest was covered in thick dark hair that was almost unheard of even in male omegas, but he liked to feel small and dainty once in a while.

“Julian, I presume,” the witcher greeted, reaching out his hand which Jaskier gladly took, his heart fluttering as his alpha kissed his fingers with a surprising amount of grace. Heat prickled over his skin, as their eyes met, and that thick scent of alpha arousal almost had Jaskier on his knees, ready to worship this man’s cock in front of the entire household.

As it was he was barely able to suppress a moan, as the alpha brought Jaskier’s wrist to his neck, pressing it against the scent gland, making Jaskier whine softly at the gentle waves of pleasure that rolled over him. Fuck, the bastard was going to trigger his heat two weeks early at this rate. He bit his lip as he let his gaze roam over the Alpha’s body, hot and heavy.

“My friends call me Jaskier,” he shot back with a wink.

“And what about your husband?”

Jaskier smirked, “Darling, you can call me whatever you like.”

“Julian, you’re being indecent!” his mother snapped, scandalised in a manner that only nobility could manage.

Jaskier scoffed, “I am talking to my future husband, the man that daddy dearest picked out for me. Although,” Jaskier smirked as he turned to face the witcher, “he has been terribly rude and not even told me his name.”

“Darling, you can call me whatever you like,” the alpha winked and Jaskier gasped, stumbling back in mock offence, “but my name is Aiden.”

After that, the wedding went off without a hitch, all the necessary paperwork being completed, as their hands were tied together. It was sealed by a rather enthusiastic kiss as Jaskier jumped into his alpha’s arms, crashing his lips against his new husband’s in a mess of teeth and tongues, finally getting to inhale the alpha’s scent from up close.

His alpha.

His husband.

Jaskier had never anticipated that he would enjoy even thinking those words, but the look of despair on his parents’ faces made everything worth it. He giggled, taking his new husband by the hand and leading him to his bedchambers, thrilled by the protests from his parents who were trying to stop him from consummating the marriage, but there was no fucking way that Jaskier was going to turn down such a tempting cornucopia of delights.

“Eager, pretty little omega, aren’t you?” Aiden growled, a purr rumbling in his chest as he grazed his teeth over the scent gland on Jaskier’s neck, sending a rush of pleasure through him, slick leaking down his thighs.

“Not what you were expecting, witcher?” Jaskier teased, pulling at the ties on Aiden’s trousers.

“Not some stuck up little prick,” Aiden hummed, groping Jaskier’s arse as he pushed down Jaskier’s breeches, leaving him in just a shirt. One hand moved to run through Jaskier’s chest hair, fingers pinching at his nipples, eliciting a moan from his lips that was better suited to a whore house. “Not exactly the fragile flower you claim to be either, omega.”

“Not as easy to break, alpha,” Jaskier hummed as Aiden’s lips nipped along his neck, teeth pulling at his ear.

His scent, fuck, his scent was almost overpowering, strong, rich, sending all of Jaskier’s reason out of the window to be replaced with the desire to be fucked, knotted, mated. A now familiar tug of pre-heat clouded his mind, his cock aching, his hole empty and wanting. With a soft sigh, he ran his fingers through his own slick before pushing them inside, not nearly enough, but it took the edge off as he rocked against his own hand, pressing his body flush against his alpha’s.

He smirked as he mouthed over Aiden’s scent gland, his husband shivering under his touch. He brought his slick covered hand up to Aiden’s lips and the alpha sucked at the digits with a needy moan, his grip on Jaskier’s waist almost bruising. “Now are you going to talk all day, or are you going to fuck me? It’s been far too long since I’ve had the pleasure of an alpha’s knot.”

Jaskier’s words made something snap in Aiden, a fearsome snarl tearing from the alpha’s throat, and Jaskier was thrown onto the bed, barely able to catch his breath before Aiden’s hands were on him, calloused fingers running through the mess of slick on his thighs before pressing inside his leaking hole. Aiden’s fingers were thicker than Jaskier’s, caressing, searching, stroking until he hit that sweet spot inside of Jaskier, making him keen.

“Mine,” Aiden growled.

Jaskier moaned, bucking up off the mattress, pushing back on Aiden’s hand. “Yours, alpha, my alpha.”

Any other words Jaskier might have said were muffled by a bruising kiss, Aiden’s tongue licking into his mouth fervently. Oh and it was blissful, the alpha’s fingers fucking him so beautifully, until he was a panting mess on the bed, sweat and slick sticking to his skin. The fog of heat ruined him, turning him into nothing more than a whore, begging to be filled, knotted, claimed, and Jaskier barely recognised his own voice, hoarse, wrecked, as he cursed, and pleaded with his alpha. His fingers scraped down Aiden’s back as he thrust against his alpha’s hand, trying to get more, more, more, but Aiden had the patience rivaling the priestesses of Melitele.

Aiden pulled his fingers out, leaving Jaskier feeling so achingly empty, pitiful cries resounding in the bedchamber, howling as he was denied everything he needed.

“Fucking bastard!” he slurred, as his building pleasure eased, leaving him wanting.

“Patience, omega,” Aiden hummed, kissing the corner of Jaskier’s mouth before trailing his lips down Jaskier’s chest, sucking and nibbling at each of his nipples as he passed them, chuckling at the needy sounds Jaskier was making. He pressed soft kisses to Jaskier’s belly, nuzzling at the curve of his stomach almost reverently until Jaskier huffed, threading his fingers through his alpha’s hair and pushing his head down further. Finally, Jaskier was rewarded with his alpha’s lips around his cock, hot and wet and oh so good.

Jaskier didn’t know many alpha’s who would suck their omega’s cock, but this gorgeous stranger, seemed more than content to get lost in Jaskier’s pleasure, purring around Jaskier’s cock as if he were the most beautiful thing in the world. His fingers gripped at Jaskier’s thighs, keeping them spread as his tongue flicked over the head, lapping up the pre-cum that was leaking from the tip.

But omegas were meant to be filled, and as much as he was enjoying the heat of Aiden’s mouth around him, it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t cum like this, not whilst he was feeling so fucking empty, and gods, he needed to cum, he needed it so much he could barely think of anything else. He whined, writhing underneath Aiden’s ministrations desperate for something else, something more.

“Alpha, I need- I need,” he whimpered, his words cut off by another moan as Aiden’s tongue delved inside him, the alpha moaning into him as he tasted sweet omega slick.

The bastard had the audacity to laugh, nuzzling against Jaskier’s thigh as his lips pressed against the soft tender skin. “What do you need, little omega?” he asked before biting at the skin beneath his lips. There was a sharp pain, the alpha’s fangs not quite breaking skin but enough to hurt in the best possible way.

“F-fuck you!” Jaskier hissed, his cheeks heating up but gods, he would not let his alpha gain the upper hand.

Faster than lightning, Aiden was gone from between Jaskier’s leg, straddling Jaskier’s hips and pinning him to the bed. Fingers threaded through Jaskier’s hair and his head was yanked backwards. “Try again, buttercup.”

“Fuck me, knot me, Aiden, alpha.”

“Better,” Aiden growled, one hand moving to pin Jaskier’s wrists onto the mattress and in one swift movement had pushed inside Jaskier.

The stretch felt so good, pleasure and lustful fire burning through him, as he arched off the bed, keening as their scents mixed around him, soothing his omega, his need to get as close to his alpha as possible. Every thrust had Aiden’s cock buried deep inside him, filling him up until he could see a slight bulge on his stomach, the alpha hitting Jaskier’s sweet spot with every snap of his hips, until Jaskier was crying, tears streaming down his face as he begged for release. His alpha’s hand wrapped around his cock, tiny in comparison, pulling his orgasm from him with a start, sparks flying as he gasped, panting into Aiden’s shoulder, biting down gently as his alpha fucked him through the waves of pleasure, but it still wasn’t enough. He ground back against Aiden’s cock, sounding desperately needy, pathetic. In his heat hazed mind, he wondered how many times he could cum on his alpha’s cock. He wanted that, wanted to please his husband, his alpha, his Aiden. Jaskier would be the prettiest omega, filled with his alpha’s cum. No one would mistake Jaskier as belonging to anyone else. He was Aiden’s now, and there was nothing anyone in the world could do about it.

“Alpha,” he whined, “please. Your knot, I need it, please, fuck… gods, alpha!”

Aiden purred, a deep rumbling in his chest, pressing his lips against Jaskier’s scent gland and nuzzling into his neck until Jaskier melted against his chest, fingers digging into his Alpha’s back. Despite his orgasm, he felt more aroused than he had ever been before, a mantra of alpha, fuck, please, falling from his lips in a dizzying blur, until finally, he felt the press of Aiden’s knot teasing at his rim.

“Gods, yes,” Jaskier moaned. “Knot me, fuck, please, Alpha.”

“My omega.”

“Yours,” Jaskier agreed, “my alpha.”

Aiden growled, his fangs latching onto Jaskier’s neck, turning Jaskier’s world upside down as the mating bond snapped into place in a rush of pheromones and emotions, triggering Jaskier’s orgasm from out of the blue. One moment he’d been blissfully sated on his alpha’s cock, the next pleasure tore through him like lightning, cum spilling over his stomach for a second time as Aiden pumped him full, breeding him, the knot popping into place and tying them together.

“Oh- oh fuck,” Jaskier groaned, falling back against the mattress and Aiden collapsed on top of him, still rolling his hips in shallow thrusts to push the knot deeper inside. “Bloody hell, that was good.”

Aiden snorted, not bothering to lift his head from Jaskier’s chest. “Good?”

“Perfect,” Jaskier sighed, running his hands through Aiden’s hair until the witcher was purring happily, nuzzling against him, murmuring soft praise into Jaskier’s skin.

Perhaps being a noble wasn’t so bad, not when your parents married you off to a gorgeous and charming witcher.

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btsqualityy · 3 years

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Assuage: Chapter 9

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Mentions of war (nothing graphic), mentions of loved ones passing away.

Yoongi asking if he would “see you later” ended up turning into the two of you spending at least a few hours together every day. You were surprised at just how quickly things were progressing between the two of you, but you weren't completely opposed to it either.

Yoongi was funny, more so than you ever would’ve expected him to be, he was so chilled and laid back, and he wasn’t the pretentious dickhead that you had initially pegged him to be.

Perhaps what was easily your favorite thing about him though, was the fact that he didn’t throw the fact that he was Prime in your face, or anyone else’s for that matter. You had met a few Prime Alphas throughout your life and they all had tried to use the fact that they were Prime over you, as if you were just property to take ownership over and not an actual human being. Yoongi though,...he was different.

The two of you spent a lot of time not even necessarily actively doing anything, but just talking and being around each other. He’d come visit you at the infirmary if you weren’t busy or you’d go visit him at the hardware shop. The two of you even spent a couple hours at your favorite rock near the stream, talking about everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Hey Yoongi, can I ask you something?” You wondered as you sat with him behind the front counter at the hardware shop.

“What’s up?” He replied as he sketched out a design for a headboard that someone had ordered.

“What happened to your parents?” You asked and Yoongi stopped drawing then, glancing over at you with a raised brow. “Well, you never mention them so I was curious.”

“It’s fine,” he sighed as he folded his hands and set them on the counter. “They died at the beginning of the Great Pack War.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologized, wanting to smack yourself for being so stupid and asking.

“It’s fine, it’s only natural to wonder,” he shrugged.

“My parents died at the beginning of the Pack War too,” you said.

“I know, Taehyung told me back when I first got here,” Yoongi told you.

“Yeah, their deaths are what actually started the damn war in the first place,” you huffed, making Yoongi’s eyes widen.

“What? He didn’t tell me that part.”

“They went on a treaty trip to visit another pack in order to try and relive some of the tensions that were going on at the time,” you began. “They ended up being killed as soon as they stepped foot onto their territory.”

“Well, how did you know what happened?” Yoongi asked.

“They never went on treaty trips alone, thankfully,” you chuckled. “Hobi’s mom was Head Fighter at the time and she went with them and saw it happen. They even tried to kill her too but she managed to get away and make it back here.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Y/N-ah,” he whispered, reaching over with one of his hands and gently taking ahold of your hand.

“It’s ok,” you replied. “It’s been 7 years now so I’ve kind of made my peace with it. I just hate what it did to our family.”

“What do you mean?”

“When they died, Joon had only just turned 18, I was 17 and Tae was 15,” you explained. “The three of us had made the decision that we wouldn’t try to fight for the title of the next Pack Alpha, Omega, or Beta until all three of us were of age, which worked out perfectly because our parents weren’t ready to retire anyways. When they were killed though, we had to figure our shit out.”

“So you guys ended up fighting for the title?” Yoongi guessed.

“Nah, the war literally started right after our parents died so there was no time,” you said. “Joon left to help the pack in the war, I stayed behind to help guide the pack members that couldn’t fight in the war, and Tae couldn’t do much of anything because he was still so young.”

“Well, you both clearly did an amazing job,” Yoongi smiled, which made you smile a little as well.

“I definitely didn’t feel like I was doing a good job back then,” you murmured. “Especially not when it looked like we were gonna lose the war and I had to go fight as well.”

“Yeah, that’s never easy,” Yoongi agreed as the hold he had on your hand tightened. “With how amazing you are at hunting though, I bet you were great then too.”

“I should’ve never been out there,” you huffed in annoyance, but Yoongi knew that the annoyance wasn’t directed at him. “I was too young and too angry and too stupid to be of any real help back then. The expectations for me have always been different though.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi questioned but when he looked up at you, he saw that you were now looking away from him and biting harshly on your lip. Being able to sense how nervous you had become from his question (because your scent soured a little), he decided to change the subject.

“What made you want to become a doctor?” He wondered and you looked back at him, a wide smile now on your face.

“After fighting in the war, I realized that I wanted to help people and not hurt them,” you explained. “Once the war was over, the former Pack Physician announced that he was looking to retire soon and I saw that as a sign so I took a chance and became his apprentice for a year before taking over completely.”

“Wow,” Yoongi sighed in amazement.

“Crazy, right?” You giggled. “I still don’t know what it was that made me wanna do it. It’s probably because I’m an Omega and I wanted to satiate that part of me that always wants to take care of people or maybe I wanted to be able to save someone else’s loved one, I don’t know.”

“You’re amazing,” Yoongi told you, making you blush as you bit your lip.

“You think?”

“Absolutely. When my parents died, the only thing I did was stay angry. Hell, I still am now,” he chuckled bitterly. “But you, you let it push you into doing something productive that helped not only you but others too. So yeah, you’re pretty damn cool in my book.”

“Hey, it’s ok to still be angry,” you assured him. “Even I still get angry if I let myself think about them for too long. Having emotions doesn’t make you weaker.”

“I’ve always felt like they did but I’m starting to think otherwise,” he said as he smiled at you.

“Don’t be cheesy,” you pleaded with a laugh.

“What’s wrong with cheesy?” Yoongi chuckled.

“What’s not wrong with it, is the real question,” you giggled as you slid off of your stool that you had been sitting on and stood up. “I have to get going, I have an appointment in about 20 minutes.”

“Oh ok,” Yoongi nodded, ignoring the fact that his Alpha didn’t want to see you leave. “I’ll see you at dinner tonight then?”

“Yeah, Jimin’s gonna meet me and we’re gonna walk over together so I’ll be there,” you told him.

“Good. See you later,” Yoongi said as he reached out and let the tips of his fingers ghost over your wrist, lightly scenting you.

“Bye,” you smiled, turning around and almost having a panic attack over the fact that he scented you before you left as you walked out of the door. Just as the front door closed behind you, the door to Kibum’s office flung open and Yoongi looked over to his right as Kibum stepped over to him.

“You are so gone for that little girl,” Kibum chuckled as he leaned against the counter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yoongi shot back, although he knew deep down inside that that wasn’t entirely true.

“Yeah ok, tell that to the pheromones that are stinking up my place right now!” Kibum cackled.

“Whatever,” Yoongi muttered as he went back to sketching on his notepad. As he tried to get back to work though, Yoongi’s mind couldn’t help but to drift back to you. If he was being honest with himself, he did like you and a lot at that. He had never met someone who literally challenged him on what he thought were his core beliefs, but he realized that you were just passionate and he had come to really like that quality in you.

“Hey Kibum?” Yoongi called out, making Kibum turn around and face him. “Do you know what type of wood is the best for carving?”

“Yeah,” Kibum smiled knowingly. “I actually do.”

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nomsugayoongi · 3 years

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Off My Face. - Part 2

Pairing: Jungkook X Female OC (nameless)

Tags: FLOOOOOOOOFFFFF. Slight angst but mainly just sappy, ridiculous fluff. ("She" is SO into him) And smooching. Think of this as the warm up before the straight up filth starts. :p

She walked outside in silence with Namjoon close beside her. He'd realised quickly that this wasn't a light-hearted situation to poke fun at. She looked troubled and it worried him. He stayed quiet, following her to the very bottom of the garden. She wanted to get as far away from the house as possible due to her irrational but overwhelming fear of someone overhearing. She settled on a picnic bench among some trees at the very end of the garden. Namjoon sat on the table itself with his feet on the bench. "What's going on?" He questioned. She sighed with exasperation. "God, I don't even know. It's so stupid." She groaned. She felt like a complete tool. "Ok, I'm just going to ask you something. Did you sleep with Jungkook?" Namjoon asked.

She frowned, shaking her head emphatically even though the very suggestion made her stomach clench. "But something happened between you right? Last night maybe." He wasn't exactly sure what it was but he was definitely sensing a shift in their relationship. She continued to shake her head. "No, nothing happened. Literally nothing. But..." She broke off and shrugged. "But...you want it to. You like him." He finished. She nodded. "I don't get it Namjoon. He's Jungkook. I've known him ages. I've never even slightly looked at him like that but...last night. God, when he walked in it was like the light dimmed around everything else. He changed right? While I was gone. Something happened to him. Something must have. He's...so different." She muttered. Namjoon smiled slightly and shook his head. "Not really. He's made a couple of changes to his appearance I guess but...that's just Jungkook becoming more fully who he is." He mused. She glanced at him with a slight smile. Namjoon could always be counted upon to speak pure sense. "But then why the sudden attraction? If he is the same guy I left 3 months ago, how come I can't look at him now without my insides going nuts? They didn't before I left. My insides did nothing. Now it's like my heart is trying to physically beat itself out of me so it can get closer to him. It's dumb. I literally can't handle how...sexy he is. He's like this whole new person to me. He's the damn maknae. He's the baby. Unthreatening, sweet little Jungkook. Now he walks into a room and it's like a pheromone bomb explodes in my face and there is not a fucking thing i can do to keep my hormones in check. He walks in, I check out. Full mental shutdown for anything that isn't related to him. I'm like...possessed of something. Can't see, can't hear, can't think anything else. Just him. And my head is taking me on this fully realised, sense-surround journey of me and him. Thoughts of him...in ways I didn't even know I COULD think about him." She shook her head, the floodgates opening and everything she was thinking and feeling just spilling out. "This cant be happening Joon. It just can't. I can't feel this way about him." Namjoon smiled, "Why not? He's not seeing anyone. You know that. Maybe you should talk to him. Tell him what's going on" he suggested. She shook her head rapidly. "Ohhhh no. Nope. No way. Can't. What the hell would I say? Oh Jungkook, I Lost my damn mind in England and now you're crazy hot. Wanna make out?" Namjoon laughed heartily. "Maybe don't word it that way. But you know you can talk to him. He's Jungkook. He'd get it. And maybe it would help you to feel not so crazy. You can't keep this to yourself." He said. She shrugged. "Have to. I can't tell him Namjoon. I don't even understand it. And hey, it could be just like....a fleeting thing. Quick infatuation cause i've missed you guys." She mused, not actually believing it at all. And apparently Namjoon didn't either. "Well... Are you having these feelings about any of the rest of us?" He questioned. "No." She replied. "Exactly. I don't think it's just cause you've been away. I think you've realised that home wasn't what you thought it was. Going back to England showed you how much has changed and now you're back here where you belong, your eyes are opened to other things that might not be what you thought they were. Like Jungkook." He offered. She hummed thoughtfully. It did sound plausable. But the part of her that didn't want to engage in this messiness threw up defences. "But why him? He's Jungkook. I'd get it if it was Jin or you or..Shugs even. But he's the baby. He's the least threatening of all of you. Except maybe Jimin and that's only because he's actually made of rainbows." She joked. Namjoon smiled and shook his head. "But he isn't. I think this is why you feel like he's changed. Jungkook isn't a kid anymore. We've all joked about the Maknae. But he stopped being the baby years ago. He's grown. He's an adult. The changes... The tattoos and piercings and hair. He doesn't want people to see him as a kid anymore. You thought he

was safe because he fit into a nice little box of being the baby. Now he's challenging that. And it's not just how he looks. He's more...in control of himself. He's putting out hard that he's grown. You're just...picking it up!" Namjoon explained. She huffed, dropping her head between her hands. "Well he needs to quit it. Things were simpler when he wasn't threatening. His new sexiness is offensive to me. I feel attacked." Namjoon laughed and she raised her head, smiling slightly. She knew she sounded childish. "I really think you need to talk to him." Namjoon suggested. She sighed, shaking her head again. "I can't. It's too messy. And he'd feel weird about it and it'd make it awkward and I don't want that. It'll pass. This time next week we'll be laughing about this conversation." He could hear the hopeful tone in her voice but wasn't convinced. convinced In all honesty, Namjoon thought she'd be great for Jungkook. He needed someone to balance him out. He was too hard on himself. Overly critical about everything he did, from starving himself before video shoots to completely breaking down if he made the smallest mistake. He needed someone to bolster him. To show him how he actually was. Not what his critical mind told him he was. It was a running joke that Jungkook was good at everything but Namjoon didn't like where it seemed to be going. He worried for his youngest brother. He felt that her affections could be exactly the thing Jungkook needed to calm him down. To show him that he didn't need to try so hard. He was enough. He needed someone to adore him for exactly who he was. And she was perfect. And Jungkook was perfect for her too. He could ground her. Show her that even though this wasn't where she was born, it was where she belonged. Show her that she wasn't an outsider. He could anchor her. Give her the confidence she was so desperately lacking. They would be so perfect together. But he could tell by her expression that this wasn't a conversation that she was willing to hear right now so he kept it to himself. "So what now?" He questioned. She shrugged, looking defeated. "Dunno. Just wait for it to pass I guess. Namjoon, please don't say anything to the others." She asked, looking suddenly panicked. He smiled, jumping off the picnic table and pulling her into a hug. "Of course not. But if you need to talk about it..." She nodded against his shoulder, suddenly overwhelming thankful to have such amazing people in her life. "Thank you Namjoon. I don't know what I'd do without you." She whispered. He laughed, tightening his hold on her. "You never have to find out" he said comfortingly. ----------------------------------------------------------- Weeks passed. Her feelings didn't. If anything, they were getting stronger by the day. Being around him was painful. Being away from him was worse. She was convinced that she acted differently when he was around. She felt more distracted but Namjoon assured her it wasn't noticable to anyone else. Her cover was still in tact even though she was sure that every interaction with Jungkook turned her into a spazz. They'd planned a movie night. She was going to cook for the boys, something she loved to do then they were all going to crash out in the lounge and binge watch films. After a day of shopping for food and prepping, she was ready for a relaxing night. It was extraordinary how much food those 7 guys could put away. Even after overestimating and cooking what she thought was way too much, they still managed to finish everything. She picked at her food. Cooking always made her lose her appetite and honestly she was just tired. She wanted to collapse on the sofa and zone out for a while with the comforting noise of her favourite people around her. As the meal finished, she began to gather up the plates and clear away. It could have waited until the following day but she thought she might as well do it then while she still had a scrap of energy left. With a tower of plates and bowls balancing precariously on her arm, she teetered into the kitchen and started loading the

dishwasher. She'd have to go back out for glasses and serving dishes. She smiled to herself, listening to the rabble coming from the guys as they moved into the lounge and fought over who got what seat. She heard the kitchen door open behind her and figured it'd be Namjoon or Yoongi. Generally If she was doing something, they helped. She turned and saw Jungkook wandering into the kitchen with a stack of serving dishes. He was balancing them on one arm while eating the remains of the top dish. "How are you still eating?" She chuckled, shaking her head. He smiled sheepishly with a shrug. "I can't waste good food." He replied with his mouth still full. She rolled her eyes, having a moment to enjoy the warm feeling that filled her tummy when he looked happy. "You didn't eat much. Are you ok?" He asked, the concern he expressed marred slightly by the giant amount of noodles he was trying to stuff in his mouth. "Yeah I'm good. I'm just not hungry. I'm always starving when I start cooking and by the time I've made it, I don't want it." She explained with a smile. He dumped the dishes on the counter next to her pile and turned to her, leaning against the worktop. "Are you sure you're ok? I feel like I haven't seen you in ages" he said softly. Her heart fluttered as she turned to face him. There was a moment of silence where she contemplated her answer. A tiny part of her was telling her to tell him how she felt about him. The vast majority of her was screaming to keep quiet. She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself. "Yeah...I'm ok. Tired I guess. And a little cold. Maybe I'm getting sick." She shrugged. He nodded slowly, the expression on his face was difficult to read but it made her stomach churn nervously. She turned to the dishwasher, distracting herself from his gaze by stacking the plates. "Leave that. We'll clean later." He said. She felt his hand on her back and almost jumped out of her skin. She straightened up and steadied herself. He'd taken off his white hoodie and was holding it out to her. "You said you're cold." He offered. A wave of affection surged through her as she looked at him. His soft brown eyes studying her carefully. She tilted her head to the side, taking in how beautiful he was. Not just in looks but In general. "Jagi" she whispered, barely audibly. The endearment left her lips without her even noticing. His eyes widened slightly for a second then a shy smile tugged at his lips. He pushed his hoodie into her hands. She took it, pulling it over her head, the smell of him enveloping her. As she straightened the hood and pulled out the yellow drawstrings, he stepped closer, untucking her hair from underneath the hoodie. He straightened her hair then paused, catching a loose strand from her forehead and pushing it away from her eyes, tucking it carefully behind her ear. "Sit with me?" He asked. She looked up at him, her heart hammering as she nodded. "Mmm hmm" She followed Jungkook into the lounge feeling slightly dazed. Maybe it was the lack of food. Maybe it was the brief interaction she'd just had with him. Maybe it was a combination of both but she felt...different. Her tummy was squirming but in a good way. She felt...warm. Her interactions with him were usually tinged with nervousness or fear. Would she slip up? Would she say or do something that gave her away? But at that moment she just felt peaceful. She just wanted to be with him. Wherever it was or whatever they were doing, it didn't matter. The guys were already sprawled over the sofas and Yoongi was arguing with Jin over what film to watch first. Jungkook picked the corner of the largest sofa, nudging Namjoon further over so there was space for her. She didn't miss the knowing smile Namjoon flashed her as he relented what was arguably the comfiest spot on the sofa. Jungkook sat, patting the space beside him which she took happily. He threw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. The arguement about which film to watch ended, the lights were turned off and silence fell as the movie began to play. She wasn't paying any

attention to the film whatsoever even though she was technically looking at it. She was too lost in her thoughts to actually notice what was happening. She'd watched films and cuddled with the guys numerous times. Jungkook included. But she felt so different. She could see him out of the corner of her eye. His face illuminated by the screen. She could seem him gasp at a cool part or laugh at a funny part. She felt every movement when he stretched or wriggled. His arm moved from round her shoulders and rested between them as he slumped further down on the sofa. She watched his hand gradually move closer to her leg. She moved her hand closer to his, using her little finger to trace the letters tattooed on his knuckles. She saw his face break into a smile and he straightened out his fingers, making it easier. She traced each letter slowly, then the crosses between, then the BTS logo. He chuckled softly and she glanced at him. "Tickles" he mouthed. She grinned, stopping her tracing. "Sorry" she mouthed back. He shook his head. "Nice" he muttered. He turned his hand over so it was palm up and she smiled, turning her attention back to his hand to trace the lines across his palm. He sighed quietly, resting his head against the back of the sofa and closing his eyes. He liked the attention. He needed it. He'd been feeling pretty down on himself over the past couple of weeks. He'd noticed that she'd been avoiding him and it bothered him. He couldn't figure out what he'd done wrong and though he felt the constant need to apologise to her for it, he didn't know what he was apologising for so instead he just kept quiet. His hyungs did their best to boost his mood but their affection and attention didn't affect him the same way hers did. They were his family. They loved him so it made it easier to take their encouragements with a grain of salt. But she had no reason to pretend. If she was giving him her attention, it was because she wanted to. And he craved her attention more than he wanted to admit. He knew that to her he was just the maknae but sometimes it was nice to just feel like himself. He focused on the feeling of her fingers gliding softly along his hand, moving up his wrist. It tickled pleasantly. He wanted more. He wanted everyone to go away so that he could have her full attention for a while. The delicate stroking of his arm stopped and he felt movement beside him. He opened his eyes as she was getting up. "Leaving?" He asked, unable to hide his slight frown. She smiled and shook her head. "Bathroom" she whispered. " Back in a minute" She needed a breather. A second away to collect herself. She was falling into this a little too much. Being in such close proximity to Jungkook. Neither one of them actually paying attention to the movie. He looked so peaceful and content as she'd been playing with his hand. She noticed every time he'd smiled or sighed happily, every twitch of his fingers when she ran over an extra ticklish bit. She wondered if he'd noticed that she'd traced the heart on his hand more than any of his other tattoos. She studied herself in the bathroom mirror. His hoodie was too big on her and she grinned as she wrapped the yellow drawstrings around her fingers. She took a deep breath, tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach and headed back. The way she felt in that moment, 2 minutes was too long to be away from him. He greeted her with a smile as she crept back into the room and took her place beside him once again. "Okay? He whispered. She smiled and nodded. She snuggled back into the big cushions and turned her attention to the film. She wanted to keep touching him but didn't know if the moment was ruined. He closed his eyes again, also wondering if her attentions were finished. He felt her shuffle beside him but didn't open his eyes. He was kind of disappointed really. Or at least, he had been for the first few minutes. Then he felt her fingers in his hair, pushing through until she touched the skin on the back of his neck. The pleasent tickle returned with the smooth, feather like glide of her

fingers. He shivered slightly, leaning into her touch. His eyes fluttered and he let his head lol forward. She traced swirly patterns from the nape of his neck, down, pushing her fingers under the collar of his t shirt to stroke the top of his back. She'd tickle up and down his neck then under his collar and along to his shoulder then back. He was almost purring. Her light touch felt so good. He was angry that his hyungs were in the room. Had they been alone he would have just laid on his front, whipped off his shirt and left her have it it. He wanted more. He wanted to feel the soft glide of her fingers all over his skin. As she pushed her fingers up through his hair another blissful shiver traveled down his spine. All thought fell from his head as a he lost himself in her delicate stokes. Slightly more pressure against the back of his head then soft again as she wrapped his hair round her fingers. He wasn't sure how long it'd been going on for but it didn't feel like long enough when she stopped. His eyes felt heavy but he forced them open, looking at her quizzically. "What?" He asked, noticing the slight bashful expression on her face. "I need to stop" she whispered. He frowned, "Why?" She sighed, exasperated. "I need a drink" she mumbled, getting up and heading for the kitchen. He sat for a minute, puzzled, then headed after her. He found her in the kitchen leaning against the opened fridge door. "What's the matter?" He asked, closing the kitchen door behind him to drown out the movie sound blaring from the next room. She huffed and shrugged keep her back to him. "I just...need a drink. And to stop petting you like a dog" she muttered. He laughed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I don't mind" he replied. "Well I mind" she snapped back. He frowned, dropping his hand. "Oh....ok. Sorry." He mumbled. She turned to look at him, a bashful kind of hurt look on his face like she was angry at him. Her heart ached. "No...Jungkook, I mind because...." She took a deep breath, hating the look on his face, "...because I don't want to stop. I want to stoke you and pet you and make you feel good. But I can't because the more you enjoy it, the more I want to kiss you." She blurted. He looked at her wide eyed. Her face burned, her heart thudding wildly. Well damn. She'd said it now. "Jungkook...I'm sorry. I have been having such a shitty time being around you. Since I got back from England, you're all I can think about. I am so fucking into you it's not even funny. And I want to be close to you and do things that make you feel good cause there is NOTHING nicer than seeing you happy but it's just all tangled up in this shit i'm feeling and I don't know if I can keep them separate and I'm so scared of making you feel awkward or uncomfortable so....it's better if I just...go!" She sighed. Jungkook didn't seem phased. He nodded as though he understood then took a step towards her. "Kiss me?" he said softly. She nodded, rubbing her face. "Yes, I wanna kiss you" she replied. He took another step, a smile tugging at his lips. "No I'm not asking if you want to. I'm..." He sighed, "...I'm telling you to do it." Now it was her turn to look surprised. She frowned, looking at the smirk playing round his mouth. "Huh?" She barked. He took another step, closing the gap between them, he reached for her hands, pulling her to him. "Come here....and kiss me." His voice was lower and breathy. His brown eyes flashed as he leaned in, shaking his hair off his face. "Show me what you're feeling" he whispered. She almost wilted. His eyes closed heavily, his nose touched hers, their was a sharp inhale of breath from her, her grip on his hands tightening then her lips brushed his so lightly. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Her legs didn't feel like they could take her weight. His mouth opened, she could taste his breath. She wasn't sure if he was teasing her or they were teasing each other, either way, there was a delicious moment where the promise of the kiss hung in the air between them, then it ended, her lips

caught his, her hands sliding up his arms and winding round his shoulders. It didn't feel like a tentative first kiss. It was supercharged. All force and heavy breathing. It was like he could feel how much she wanted him and he fed off it. His hands tangled in her hair, holding her head steady as he took possession of her mouth, his tongue explored, he nibbled her bottom lip, she moaned against his lips, fingers curling against his shoulders. He could feel the slight nip of her nails through his shirt and it only served to make him kiss harder. He was rapidly losing control of himself. He felt greedy. He could feel the waves of desire radiating off her. The air was thick with lust. She wanted him. And he wanted her to want him. But not here. Not like this. He hated it but he eased up, letting go of the handfuls of her hair, trying to steer this back to somewhere manageable. He kissed her softer, running his fingers down her cheek, feeling her grip on his shoulders relax. He diverted the attention from her mouth, kissing sweetly along her collarbone then up her neck. A slight, mischevious nibble of her earlobe made her breath catch but he grinned, running his fingers through her hair. "Naekkeo!" he whispered.

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mhathotfic · 3 years

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HELLLLLO I’ve wanting to ask you for a long time on if you can do a omega Bakugou with alpha reader where he feels insecure that alpha loving him and if stills even alpha still loving him so I was just wondering if you can possibly do Comfort for baby that Alpha still loves him maybe he’s just a tad bit jealous but if you will be so kind to write this thank you but I never force anything on upon anyone so it be ok if you didn’t write it. ( hope this isn’t to much I just got so exited)

Jealous baby, jealous baby, jealous baby! God I love writing jealousy, it’s so much fun and with acbrat like Bakugou it’s even better

Warnings: swearing, insecurities, jealousy, omegaverse

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

When someone thought about the term Alpha their was an image that would come to mind. Someone aggressive and strong. A bold personality with a territorial need to be above anyone else in their pack. Confident and cocky.

Someone like Katsuki Bakugou.

However, when you looked to Omegas it was like the opposite side of the coin. Sweet and demure. Someone who found purpose in taking care of others especially their mate and pups if they had. A calming personality that would put anyone at ease.

Someone nothing like him.

And yet, here he was. A surly aggressive man who happened to be an Omega. Every bit of his personality was in contribution to how Omegas were seen and he hadn’t had any problems with it before. He was even proud of it.

It only added to his ego to see others, especially Alphas, chock on their dammed words when he showed them up. Loved how intimidated of him they were. How easy it was to stomp all over their ideas of what an Omega was.

He found the sneered responses of jaded Alphas with their bruised feelings and pride hilarious. It didn’t matter to him if they said he’d never find an Alpha if kept acting like that. He hadn’t even cared about courtship in the first place and if he did find someone that was worth it, then they wouldn’t care about him having an attitude.

Right?

He assumed so, but he never really gave it thought. He hadn’t had any reason to so why bother?

(Yn) (Ln) was why.

She had managed to do the one thing other Alphas hadn’t.

Actually respect him and treat him like an equal. She didn’t try to put him in his place as an Omega, but never hesitated to call him out on his behavior. Wouldn’t let anyone else say anything negative about his dynamic either, pointing out that they just like little crybabies pups that felt uncomfortable about being shown up by an Omega and it wasn’t his job to make them feel comfortable about anything. Most importantly to him, she encouraged him to be him and no one else.

It didn’t seem to matter to her if he wanted to take the lead on certain things in their relationship. Just that he was comfortable and and happy in it. Taming him was the last thing on her mind and it amazed him how she singlehandedly changed his mind about courting.

He was sure that despite his younger self’s beliefs that he didn’t need an Alpha that he needs her. So, he shouldn’t feel like this should he?

Shouldn’t feel a burning lump stuck in his chest or the heat creeping its way up his throat. Leaving it feeling dry and tight with a bitter acidic taste stinging in the back of his mouth.

He was happy being with her, but was she? Did she really love him or had she just thought so and now felt trapped? Was he a regret to her? Was all those things about him being too aggressive for an Alpha to truly love actually right?

Did she want someone softer than him?

A person like her tends to attract a lot of friends. An Alpha like her was like catnip for an Omega. He knew that at least one of them had to have feelings for her, but he hadn’t thought about it much. She was loyal to him after all.

But recently, the more time she spends with those cutesy little Omegas friends she has the more he couldn’t stand it. It made him wonder if he was even good enough for her.

And naturally, Bakugou being Bakugou. He avoided her and refused to admit something was wrong. No it didn’t matter that he smelled of badly burned caramel and was obviously distraught, he refused anything was wrong. Refused to talk about it just in case he got an answer he wasn’t ready to handle.

(Yn) couldn’t take it anymore though. Her Omega was hurting and it was her duty to at least try to fix it wasn’t it?

“D-did I do something wrong Tsuki? I’m sorry if I made you mad, but I can’t fix it if you don’t talk to me so please?” she spoke in a coo, pumping out as much comfort pheromones as she could, taking note of the soft purring that he tried to hide. That had to be a good sign right?

“I’m not… I just…just. Why the hell do you even care? Don’t you have someone else to go bother for the day instead of me” he felt stupid trying to explain himself. Wasn’t sure if he was even ready to talk about it. So he tried to deflect and brush her off, hoping she’d just drop.

A stubborn person like him doesn’t attract a pushover though. She’s long sense learned to read between the lines of his words and had a suspicion she knew what this was about now.

“Katsuki, Omega can you look at me? Please, Love?” she purred at him, taking his hands in hers when he reluctantly did. “I love you and no one else ok? I’m sorry I made you feel like I wanted someone else” just like that burning weight started to cool and lessen.

“Whatever it’s fine, just don’t make me worry like that” he huffed trying to turn away to hide the pout he was sure had formed on his face only to have her hands cradling his cheeks. “It’s not fine! You were upset about it and didn’t feel comfortable telling me! That’s not fine Katsuki, I want you to feel like you can tell me anything so please if I do something that upsets you, even if it’s small, tell me so I can fix it”.

“Fine, but you better do the same got it!” He snapped and she sighed, agree with a smile. She knew he was reaching his limit for talking about emotions and she didn’t want to push to far so for now she was happy with just addressing the need for communication.

They could talk about more when he felt better prepared and calmer. At the moment she just wanted her Omega to feel secure in the fact she loves him dearly. “Can you scent me? That way I’ll smell just like you and-whoa!” she didn’t even get to finish her sentence before he dragged her into his nest.

It was incredibly rare for an Alpha to allow their mate to scent them the same way they would scent others. Normally it was just an Omega rubbing their wrist over them or returning clothes they wore, but almost never scenting them to the degree that they practically only smelled of their mate.

He wasn’t letting this pass him.

“You’re excited, huh?“ (Yn) giggled as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and pulling her snug against him. A weak hiss, that definitely couldn’t be mistaken for a purr, was his only response as he began to lavish her neck in attention. Pressing his cheek against like she done to him so many times before and taking the opportunity to kiss and nip at her scent glands when she let him get away with it. Only stopping once he was satisfied that she smelled strongly like him.

She had gotten so into it that almost whined about it until his lips were on hers. Surprisingly soft and tender. Like it was the first time they had kissed all over again.

“Don’t ever let any one else do that or else” he sighed when they broke away.

“I would rather die then let someone take your place ‘Mega, I love you”.

“You fucking better”.

“Katsuki”.

“I love you too”.

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huaxxian · 3 years

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Stone Skipping || CH0 ; 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴

One step forward.

clack

Then, two more.

clack, clack

From one tile to another, the teenager hopped mindlessly, not bothering to look up from their gaze on the ground. The sounds of low-heeled shoes clacking against the ground grew louder and heavier as they paid no heed to other people's strange looks. Despite all of that, they journeyed towards their destination: their school, continuing their hops of boredom without a care in the world. Underneath their breath, they hummed soft melodies, unbeknownst and unheard from those around them.

Said melodies were abruptly interrupted by joyous laughter. The voices were recognizable, and [name] didn't have to waste any effort to seamlessly remember who they belonged to. Looking ahead, they stared at Taiju and Yuzuriha, who were standing in front of the vet with their respective.. stone birds?

How strange..

With a tilt of their head, they asked,"Tai-chan, Yuzu-chan.. What are you guys doing in front of the vet? Aren't.. we all gonna be late?"

The duo's head turned towards the teen, lighting up in sync as they caught sight of their friend's figure. Taiju grinned and waved enthusiastically, shouting their name as Yuzuriha turned around in order to give them a nice, warm hug. From within the girl's arms, [eye color] eyes inspected the birds closely, intrigued. "What's this..?" Petite hands grabbed one of them carefully, lifting it up to inspect it even further.

Sheepishly, Taiju laughed and replied, "We thought that this was some kind of disease and ended up trying to go to the vet, but we only realized now that it's useless, since they're probably statues!" Yuzuriha, despite her embarrassment and flushed cheeks, nodded along beside him. "That's true for me too." A small smile appeared on the shortest teen's face, amusement radiating from them in waves. "I see.. I'm not too surprised. Yuzu-chan and Tai-chan has always been wholesome this way.." They handed the bird statue back to the male, backing away from the female's arms.

The other two laughed again as the flush in their faces worsened. "Do you want to walk with us to school today, [nickname]? Senku, Taiju and I haven't seen or hung out with you for quite a while now!" [name] nodded at this, moving to walk by Taiju, who grinned in response. "Awesome!!" He lifted his fist towards he sky, making Yuzuriha laugh, and the other teenager shake their head at his excitable nature.

The group of three walked through the school's hallways, making chatter along the way. The conversation consisted mostly of Taiju and Yuzuriha, with [name] only speaking when a topic catches their interest. Instead, while they leave the other two to their own devices, the teen stared ahead, mind drifting off to who-knows-where.

I wonder how Sen-chan is doing.. Should I visit?

They fiddled with their uniform slightly, humming as they had done earlier in their walk. For a split moment, they brought out their phone, switching it on in order to see the time. [name] nodded to themselves and then returned the object to their pockets, moving to separate from the two friends in front of them. Sen-chan should be there right now..

"—e at the camphor tree later on, Yuzuriha!"

They stopped. Tai-chan wants to meet Yuzu-chan at the camphor tree..? [eye color] eyes blinked slowly, comprehending the situation before them. Taiju's cheeks were red, but [name] doubted that it was due to embarrassment. Then, they looked to the right to where Yuzuriha is, only to find her blushing as well. Tilting their head in confusion, they wondered what was really going on between the two.

Should I ask Sen-chan?

The female nodded, laughing almost shyly. "O-Okay, Taiju. I'll pass by later on after I visit the club!" Taiju nodded back, grinning as he spoke about how he was going to visit Senku beforehand. The [hair color]-haired student perked up at this, tugging on the taller's uniform softly. "Can I come with you to visit Sen-chan, Tai-chan..?" His grin grew wider at this and he happily ruffled their hair affectionately, shouting an "Of course you can!" all the while.

From beside them, Yuzuriha stared fondly, taking note of their sibling-like tendencies. It was something they, Senku and her, had gotten used to after all those years of knowing each other. Although [name] had entered their group of friends last, they've always been close to Taiju, who most definitely saw them as their little sibling. So cute, she smiled. "Then, I'll see you guys later!" Yuzuriha waved at them happily before walking towards the opposite direction, where her clubroom was at.

This, of course, left only Taiju and [name] to walk, or in Taiju's case, to run, towards the place where Senku would most likely be at: the Science clubroom. Because of how fast Taiju runs, the shorter of the two had to put in some effort to actually catch up, which left them a tad bit breathless when they arrived at their destination.

"Listen up, Senkuu!" Taiju spoke as he pried the doors open. The loud sound of the doors hitting the walls echoed throughout the room, heavily surprising those within, but with the exception of one person alone.

[eye color] eyes lit up, and before the other members could even blink, the teenager was already at Senku's side, looking at whatever he was holding in his hand. They're fast! The members freaked out mentally, still not used to the existence and actions of the mystery that is [surname] [name]. Or, at the very least, that's what the people in the school called them, despite there not being a mystery at all.

"I've decided today's the day!!" As he shouted, beads of sweat rolled down his face. [name] glanced back before bringing out a spare handkerchief, waiting patiently for their friend and big brother figure to finish his statement.

"I'm going to tell Yuzuriha about these feelings I've had inside for the last five years!"

Oh. They blinked again, slowly comprehending as they had done prior. So that's what Tai-chan was gonna do. From beside them, Senku finally turned around to face him, faking interest. "Oh? Well, that's something I'm quite interested in, indeed." His voice was dripping with sarcasm, [name] noted, when he continued, "I'll be cheering you on so loud, my voice chords might tear, from here in the Science clubroom, that is."

Taiju, not sensing the sarcasm in his tone, cheered happily as he ran closer to his friend. "Great! Thanks a ton, Senku!!" The scientist shook his head, turning to face the [hair color]-haired teenager by his side. He gives a nod of acknowledgement, a small smile appearing on his face. [name] smiled back before sitting on a stool and bringing out their phone, leaving the other two to converse amongst themselves.

"Shut the hell up already... As if I'd give you a millimeter of cheering, you great big oaf."

"What?! Make up your mind!"

"Besides, you haven't said anything for five whole years. How stupid are you? That's completely irrational."

Looking up from their place on the table, [name] watched as Senku took a glass bottle and turned around back around. "I'll give you a method so rational and sound that'll knock you off your feet." He smirked almost menacingly, making the shortest of the trio snort under their breath. Sen-chan looks like a villain.. Then, they leaned slightly closer to his hand, managing to take a whiff of the glass bottle's contents.

Gasoline.

"By having you release pheromones, you'll drive your ability to stimulate her to the extreme. In other words, it's a kind of love drug. If you drink this, it'll be ten billion percent in the bag!" He continued, handing the glass bottle over. Taiju stared down at the object in his hands for a few moments, before moving forward and dumping the whole thing onto a sink nearby. The members of the club, all shocked at such a loss of an opportunity, stared with their jaws slacked open.

"Thank you, Senku, but I'm sorry. I don't want to depend on this kind of underhanded trick."

At this, [name] chuckled softly as Senku's smirk widened. "Suit yourself," he shrugged nonchalantly, moving back to his space beside the [hair color]-haired teen. "Tai-chan, you should get going.. I think I can see Yuzu-chan waiting there." They spoke, taking a quick glance to one of the windows in the room. "Ah, you're right!! I'll see you guys later, I have to go. [nickname], I'm expecting you to eat lunch with us later!!" Said person shook their head in amusement and mumbled, "I won't forget, Tai-chan.. Don't worry."

With the reassurance, he ran off fairly quickly, leaving a trail off dust behind him. Senku turned over to his other bestfriend, who was already smiling at him. "Yo, [nickname]. Finally decided to come visit, huh?" He pretended to be annoyed, but the image was broken by the growing grin on his face. "Took you long enough, shortie." [name] bowed their head apologetically as they put on the lab coat he handed over.

"Sorry, Sen-chan.. I didn't mean to take so long. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. Honestly, you worry about me when you're the clumsiest one of us all. Learn to ask yourself that first."

A small pout appeared on their face at his playful jab. "You know I try my hardest not to, Sen-chan.. How mean." In response, he snickered, shaking his head at the other's antics. "Hey Senku, that love drug you were talking about... Is that real or..?" A club member asked, making the two turn their attention towards him. With a scoff, Senku replied, "As if something like that actually exists."

[name] raised their hand, mumbling, "That was just regular old gasoline.."

Senku rubbed their head aggressively. "So you did notice. Ten billion points for you, [nickname]! They're right. That was just gasoline that I refined from these plastic water bottle caps. Think about the molecular structure of polyethylene for a sec, morons. It's just hydrocarbons sliced off the gasoline. You can tell just by looking, can't you?"

They all sweat-dropped simultaneously. No.. We can't. Not in the least. We're not like you or [surname]-san.

"B-But wait a second, if Taiju had drank that, he would have died.." Another one remarked offhandedly. "Don't worry," [name] smiled at them. "There's no chance that he would have. That's just part of who Tai-chan really is as a person.."

Senku nodded along, saying, "Kukuku, it was a ten billion percent guaranteed that he wasn't going to. He is a straight-arrow, sincere idiot after all." For the third time, they once again shocked the other members of the club with just those words alone.

"A-As expected of those two.."

"Why are we still so surprised?!"

"Honestly, why aren't they dating yet?"

"Shh! They might hear, keep it down!"

"I'm sure that they know about how almost half the school ships them. There's no point in hiding."

Senku sighed. "Honestly, they just won't shut up about that huh?" Red eyes glanced to the side, where his other friend sat on a stool, dazedly inspecting the butterfly keychain on their phone. "Mhm, I guess not.." They trailed off, getting distracted by a real butterfly passing by the window.

He couldn't deny that he was curious. Not once have they ever responded like most people would, whether it be out of embarrassment, anger, annoyance, or anything else. It was always just a smile that they gave in response, and he couldn't ever tell anything from it. It was like always having someone to keep him on his toes, to challenge him and his intellect, to make him figure out the puzzle. They were someone who's known but also unknown, standing with their own rules that he has yet to discover.

It was absolutely exhilarating.

Senku stood up, cracking his fingers as he did. "I'm getting an energy drink. You coming with?" [name] nodded and pocketed their phone, getting up from their seat and following. On the way, they could see commotion building up, and they both instantly knew what they were all looking at. All it took was one shared glance.

Taiju and Yuzuriha.

"I've got a hundred yen on him getting full-on dumped."

"I've got five hundred yen on him getting dumped."

"A thousand yen for me."

"I'll put ten thousand yen on him unexpectedly not getting dumped." Senku contributed as he pressed on the energy drink's button. Raising their hand, [name] also joined in with a smile. "Ten thousand yen from me too, please.." Their jaws slacked as they shouted in unison.

"Seriously?! [surname]-san too?!"

As the taller of the two sipped on his drink, they listened to the shouts of their friend from the outside.

"—isten to me, Yuzuriha! For these past five years.. I've..!"

As if he was frozen, the shouts of Taiju cut off abruptly. Senku raised an eyebrow at the sound, wondering what he was waiting for. On the other hand, [name] tilted their head in confusion, wondering the same thing. He faced the window, the sight making his eyes widen.

"What is that light?!"

Green.

The light was green.

It was hypnotic and pretty, but.. it felt wrong.

So very wrong.

Turning back around urgently, Senku reached out to push [name] further away, his mouth opening and closing as he spoke. [name] was sure he was speaking.. but why can't they hear him?

They couldn't hear anything.

Why can't they hear anything?

All they could do was stare at Senku as it slowly but surely turned black.

It was lonely.

That's what it was like, being stuck in this darkness of theirs. Occasionally, they'd wonder, are Tai-chan, Yuzu-chan, Sen-chan okay? Is their cat okay?

They wonder why and how they're holding up in the first place.

However, they supposed.. It wasn't so bad, waiting here. They're safe, and what waits for them at the very end of the line is not something, or someone, they're opposed to.

Sen-chan.

Knowing him, Senku will not be giving up his life anytime soon. Not when he hasn't reached his goal yet.

He is ten billion percent alive, somewhere in the darkness.

If they could smile, they would. That catch phrase of his brings back a lot of memories, none of which are unwanted at all.

Tai-chan is most definitely alive too. He wasn't able to confess after all.

Yuzu-chan is a similar case. She hasn't heard him out yet, and I'm believing in her to stay there to wait for him to.

But what about me?

What's my drive?

Why am I conscious?

Is it just because I want to stay with them too?

I probably do.

There's nothing wrong with that, right?

Surely, there is no harm in wanting to stay with friends.

How long has it been?

At this point, they didn't know. The amount of times they've almost lost consciousness was alarming, but they've struggled to hold on. [name] was trying their best.

Please. I can't let go yet.. I want to see my friends.

Let me see my friends.

I beg of you.

I want them to be by their side.

I want to see Tai-chan confess.

I want to witness Yuzu-chan's reply.

I want to help Sen-chan reach his goal.

I don't want to leave.

It's lonely here..

I don't like it..

It's cold, it's dark, it's lonely..

I can't bare it anymore.

Let me out..

Let me out!

crack

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: frogs and animals, cute objects, [favorite color] 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: loneliness, overly cold places 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬: cloud gazing, archery 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 151 cm

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[ Author’s Note ] // Hello! I’m yxmmui, the writer of Stone Skipping ^^ Originally, I’ve posted this in quotev, but since then I wanted to try out Tumblr too, so I decided to post it here as well. For updates, I don’t necessarily have a schedule, but nonetheless, I hope you’ve had a good time reading the prologue for Stone Skipping. Thank you!

#dr stone #dr stone x reader #anime #x reader #senku ishigami #gen asagiri #shishio tsukasa #tsukasa shishio #fanfiction #chrome dr stone #dr stone ukyo #dr stone ryusui #dr stone kinro #dr stone ginro #dr stone ruri #kohaku dr stone

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silverdecepticon93 · 3 years

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Okay, weirdly specific, I know. But I have a BTAS oneshot idea, if you want to write it? Poison Ivy is doing her usual thing with pheromones (It's a collaboration plot with the other villains), and Batman and co have to stop her. Anyone hit with the pheromones is super lovey dovey, even some villains caught in the crossfire. Next thing, Riddler is confessing his love to reader, who's a HERO. After it's over, everyone assumes it was just the pheromones. Except, the pheromones never got Riddler...

💜Dolly’s Note: Had no idea what to title this but I really wanted to write this! Thank you for your request anon!

Ever since you teamed up and joined Batman, you’ve found yourself in many crazy situations. You wrested Killer Croc more times than you can count, you’ve gotten sprayed by fear gas so many times it was more annoying than it was terrifying (it was actually STILL terrifying), and you don’t even want to think about all the stress Joker’s put you through. Still, despite it all, you liked being a hero. It was rewarding, it made you feel like you were doing some good, and there might’ve been another reason.

“Well, well. If it isn’t my lovely (Y/n)!” A familiar voice shouted happily.

You took a break from trying to break into the warehouse where Batman had contacted you, where the source of all this love crazy madness was happening, and stood up to look back at one of Batman’s greatest villains.

“Riddler!” You beamed before crossing your arms over your chest, “Never thought you’d help out Ivy and her little plan.”

“Well, it does get me closer to what I want.” He shrugged, walking over to you.

You raised an eyebrow at his strange choice of words before tilting your head to the side quizzically.

“And what is that?” You asked him.

He...he looked a bit flustered by your question and started fidgeting with his tie, confusing you and making you rather a bit uneasy.

“Well, you, of course!” He said, you hadn’t noticed that he was walking over to you until he finally held your hands in his.

“W-what?” You stammered, becoming discomposed by his words and the fact he was holding onto your hands.

You’d be lying if you didn’t say that you didn’t find him attractive, after all, he was a very charming individual (even if he was a bit narcissistic at times) and not to mention that you two had a bit of a flirt thing going on. However, that’s all you thought it was!

Just a bit of a flirtation between a hero and a villain, right?

Well, you were just about to find out how wrong you were.

“I said, you! You see, I’ve been...ah, well, it seems as though I developed feelings for you. You’re just so intelligent and kind, so charming and...well, I can go on forever about you honestly. You’re just so amazing and...and,” He tightened his grip on your hands ever so gently before using one to caress the side of your face gently.

“I love you, (Y/n).” He beamed.

Your eyes widened upon his confession and you could feel your face starting to heat up at his words. Your heart stopped in your chest and your eyes couldn’t look away from his beautiful green ones, ones filled with love and admiration.

However, you then started to remember something, something that Bats had told you before you arrived at the warehouse where Ivy was controlling everything from. That her new love toxin just made people become so infatuated with one another.

Maybe Edward was affected before you arrived.

“Eddie,” You began softly as you moved your face closer to him.

Edward could feel a blush creeping up on his face, as well as his lips curling into a big wide grin.

“Yes?” He continued eagerly.

“I’m sorry but I’ve got a job to do.” You grinned cheekily.

It had happened so fast that Ed couldn’t see it coming, all he saw was that adorable and mischievous smile on your face and next thing he knew, he was on the ground tied up and gagged.

“Still, it was a very sweet confession,” You complimented as you dusted your hands off and ran over to the door that separated you from where the real action was happening.

“If only it were real.” You thought to yourself.

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Batman tied up Poison Ivy as Robin, Nightwing, and Batgirl also were restraining the other criminals along with her. They didn’t worry too much about the others that were affected by the love toxin, after all, they just laid on the floor as they babbled mindless lovey-dovey nonsense about whoever they were thinking about.

“Aw, did I miss all the fun?” Your voice caused them all to look back.

“Where were you?” Bruce frowned, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Jeez, no need to get so mad! By the time I managed to pass The Riddler, I had to deal with Bane and Killer Croc by myself! Good thing they weren’t affected by the toxin, well, Bane and Crocky at least.” You explained, remembering your rather... delay with The Riddler.

“You’re saying The Riddler got infected?” Dick mused, “I bet that was interesting.”

“Yeah, it sure was.” You chuckled nervously, suddenly remembering the feeling of his glove caressing your face and the way he looked at you.

All that love and admiration.

“That can’t be possible.” Bruce chimed in.

Both you and Dick looked at him, before sending quizzical looks to each other before looking back at him again.

“Why not? You should’ve seen him! He was all I love you, (Y/n) and you’re so amazing! Why else would he have been acting like that because if it wasn’t the love toxin?” You asked, but deep down, you knew the answer already.

“Poison Ivy told us herself that she gave the look-outs special injections so they wouldn’t be affected so if The Riddler was acting strangely. It wasn’t because of the toxin.” Batman added on.

You stood there in silence for a bit, feeling your heart drop and shock overcome your brain.

If it wasn’t the love toxin then...then he was being serious?

“Well, that’s kinda a stupid way to confess to someone, isn’t it?” Tim joked, “tell them you love them as there’s this love toxin in the air, right?”

You didn’t respond, you were so caught up in your thoughts that you become oddly quiet. Worrying your fellow heroes.

“(Y/n)?” Barbara called out in concern, “You okay?”

Her voice managed to snap you out of your trance-like state and you shook your head a bit as if it’d help you regain your thoughts.

“I’ve, uh, I’ve gotta check something out.” You said quickly as you dashed out of the main room of the warehouse and down the way you came from.

If what Batman was being said was true, then you really messed up, but maybe if you acted quickly, you could still find a way to fix things. To make it up to Edward.

By the time you got to the place you started at, Edward was already gone as the strong rope you used to bind him was now laying on the floor, limp and broken. However, among it was a crimson red rose with a white note next to it.

You furrowed your brows in confusion before you walked over to it and bent down, picking it up and turning it over.

Dear (Y/n),

You seemed to have misunderstood me when I told you I loved you. However, this is no problem on my behalf at all. If you’re interested in me as I am you, then please meet-up with me at the following address and time.

Sincerely,

E. Nygma

#I'm not really confident in this #especially since it's been a while since I wrote for Edward #Edward Nygma x reader #Edward Nygma x you #The Riddler x reader #The Riddler x you

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yes-another-obey-me-blog · 4 years

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I did a thing

So you all know when I made that hcs list about omega Mc dealing with the bros fighting. well I sorta made a fic out of it, I thought you guys would’t like it cause it was like the Solomon fic. But now its just sitting here and now I’m like fuck it Imma post it so here ya go!

TW for this post! Abuse(mentioned), Panic attack, Bros fighting and it gets violent.

GN Omega Mc dealing with fighting bros, Mc x Diavolo if you squint once again Mc has no contracts at this time, Belphie is in the attic.

It was the same issue different family, the clashing voices, the throwing of books, glass shattering, and the smell of pissed off alpha. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen alphas fight for dominance but, it was the first time you’ve seen demonic alphas go at it. “U-um g-guys the meeting going to start soon so maybe we should all just take a breath and-”

“You stay out of this omega!” Mammon screeched glaring at you then snapping his eyes back to Lucifer. "I’m sick and tired of being treated as a second rate alpha, I’m done being called scum, and I’m done with your sadistic punishments!“ Lucifer, regal as ever just brushed his brother off and continued to take the files out for the meeting.

“Quit your whining Mammon, I don’t have the time nor the energy for it.” Lucifer looked your way and rolled his eyes, he’s yet to accept you in his pack. he could care less about how you feel but, he should try to keep you calm a panicking omega would be another headache. "and control your self you’re scaring the omega, you scare them and it will cause trouble for Diavolo.“

"Why is Diavolo all you care about!” Mammon roared pulling his arm back. You moved before you could think, one second your a safe distance back and the next your gabbing Mammon’s arm to stop his punch. The smell of nickel and copper with an iron tang hit your nose. You’ve never smelled Mammon pissed but you assume this is his scent. The room seemed to stop Mammon staring at you with rage that could rival Satan. "Omega. let. GO.“ You shook your head and held his arm tighter. Mammon shifted to demon form.

"Mammon let the omega go,” Lucifer spoke with a deadly calm tone his wing spread in a show of dominance. Mammon met his display with his own. Lucifer shook his head at his little brother, his favorite brother, the little brother that would look up to him with eyes full of love and adoration now glare at him in hatred and anger. "Mammon, Don’t make me put you in your place once again, especially in front of an omega.“

"Get the hell offa me!” Mammon shook his arm violently managing to shake you off. You back cracked when you hit the ground but you’ve felt worse pain, you jumped back up and got in-between the two alphas. letting out your calming scent to try to get them to calm down, normally this would work in a pack. But, you’re not apart of their pack, you’re an outsider putting your nose where it doesn’t belong and now you’re on thin ice.

“Please try to clam down both of you, there is no need for this if we just talk it through I’m sure we can figure this out without violence.” You smiled softly at Mammon, the demonic alpha you currently stood in front of. He slowly approached you and you thought he was going to hug you or state you were right but, as he got closer you saw his eyes weren’t looking at you. He was looking above you with fists clenched, teeth bared, and wings fully strained. You made a big mistake, never turn your back on a raging alpha, your back was to Lucifer. A deep growl sounded behind you and you slowly turned and were greeted to an enraged Lucifer. It happend so fast.

A tail wrapped around your waist and yanked you out from between the two alphas seconds before the sound of bones snapping and roaring reached you. "Mc, you normie are you crazy!“ Levi screamed over the fight. "You’re the only omega I’ve seen that gets in-between shit like this!” There was a loud crash and you both turned to see Mammon get slammed through the long meeting table.

You clung to Levi and whimpered, “Can you stop them?” He turned to you with a look of terror on his face. You wanted him to get in-between two of the strongest Alphas in Devildom? Mammon shook off the debris from the table he looked up growled at Lucifer then launched back up in the air. Levi gulped, yeah like that’s going to happen.

“Do I look like Beel?! I can’t stop them!” He flinched when he heard you whimper a high pitched one and his widened. "Mc, don’t screech!“ his hands covered your mouth, "That could make things even worse!” He looked at your teary eyes and caved. "Fine, I’ll see what I can do.“ With that Levi entered the ring, screaming about how their both being stupid Normies. Beel was the next one to come in, as soon as he saw the fight he shifted and was air born trying to get in-between Lucifer and Mammon and physically separate them. If Beel could have smelled you over the scent of sweat and alpha pheromone you would have been his top priority. Satan came in next and was using his tail to grab at Lucifer and drag him down so Beel just had to subdue Mammon. You had no clue when Asmo came in but he was on the phone with someone trying to get help you assume.

This was all your fault, you should have just left and gotten help when you saw the oldest brothers so tense with each other. The voices of your family filled your head, screaming about you being a screw-up, about you being the reason they fought, why couldn’t you be better. Your chest felt tight, the air was too thin, smells were too much the breaking of glass, shattering wood, and the sound of screaming or was is screeching? Wait that wasn’t the brothers was that you? Was this unholy mixture of a whimper, scream, and yep coming from you? When you finally took a breath you noticed all the brothers had stopped moving. Breathing hard your eyes dashed around the room looking for a way out, looking for some kind of safety. Mammon took a small step in your direction but stopped taking a deep breath through his nose and he looked ill. You reeked of rotten fruit and of blood, not a pleasant mixture but a very strong scent.

Thundering footsteps got everyone’s attention you whimpered and scooted back into a corner. You always felt safe in corners, people could only come at your front, no one could attack you from behind or your sides. You curled up tightly in a ball and hid your head in your arms protecting your neck for good measure. The double doors swung open and the scent of an apex alpha filled the room.

"Does someone what to tell me what’s going on?” Diavolo’s voice boomed causing you to whimper and make yourself even smaller. His eyes shot to you and he clenched his jaw, heading your way. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to disappear in the corner but you couldn’t escape the absolute mountain of an alpha approaching you.

“I’m-I’m sorry, so-so sorry al-alpha.” Your instincts were at war with each other, one side was trying to run and the other wanted to offer yourself to quell his anger. But he just kept getting closer and closer to you so you submitted. You forced your head as far back as you could, barring your neck as much as possible, and closed your eyes to avoid meeting his. When Diavolo reached you he knelt down in front of you and spoke in hushed tones.

“Omega, it’s okay,” He opened his arms. "I’m here now, nothing can hurt you now.“ You whimpered and cracked an eye open, straining to see the alpha. "It must hurt bearing your neck like that and, I know you can’t see me that well like that.” Slowly you uncurled from your ball and looked down, still uneasy about meeting his eyes. "I know you’re scared but, omega, you need to look at me and talk to me.“ He scooted closer to you. "I need to make sure you’re not hurt.” An alpha who wanted to make sure you’re not hurt? That’s a first for you. You looked up at the alpha kneeling in front of you causing him to hum happily. "There we go, you’re so brave omega.“ He radiated safety, you wanted to feel safe but, you didn’t want to cross any lines. One glance from Lucifer had you scuttling into his lap, fuck not crossing lines, you wanted comfort and you wanted it now. His body stiffened for a second but his arms quickly wrapped around you. You finally felt safe again in his embrace, his scent masked the other scents in the room making it feel like all the other demons weren’t in the room. Your breathing started to even out and your scent started to return to normal, you were starting to relax. A sudden cough interrupted you both, with a snarl Diavolo turned to growl but held it back when he saw it was just Solomon.

"Am I interrupting something?” Solomon asked with a raised brow. With a huff, Diavolo stood up, placing you in one arm, and walked towards Solomon. Both apex alphas had a stare down neither one wanted to look away first but, one look at you in Diavolo’s arms had Solomon looking down first.

“No, you’re not interrupting a thing.” Diavolo nodded at Solomon’s submission and carefully untangled your arms from him. He smiled when you whimpered and held on tighter and buried your face in his neck. "Mc, you need to go with Solomon what I’m about to do you can’t witness,“ he mumbled in your ear. "But when I’m done I’ll come to see you alright?” You nodded and let go of him. "Good Omega.“ He placed you down and you walked to Solomon and, he welcomed you with open arms literally. "Solomon, take Mc to purgatory dorm. They’ll be staying with you until further notice.” With a nod, Solomon started to walk you out when the doors slammed shut and the lock clicked you both heard a beastly growl.

“Mc, hold on to me.” You held on to him as he chanted something in Latin and a portal opened up he quickly dragged you through it when you both heard the yelling started. The portal opened up in his room and he set you down on the bed. "Feel free to make a nest if you need it if you need more blankets or pillows let me know okay?“ Solomon really wished he wasn’t on scent blockers at this moment he wanted you to curl up in his scent just like you did with Diavolo. Solomon bit back a growl at the thought of him, turning around to hide his snarl. Diavolo forced Solomon to show submission and for the first time, Solomon was pissed about it. He’s an Apex just like Diavolo. "Mc did you hear me?… Mc?” Solomon turned to you and smiled, you were passed out clinging to his pillow. Solomon walked over and sat down next to you running his hand through his hair. "If that demon thinks I’m giving up on you, he’s got another thing coming.“ Solomon rubbed at his neck forcing the scent blocker off while forcing more of his scent out. He placed his hand, that was drenched in his scent, on your scent gland. He wasn’t trying to erase Diavolo’s scent, in fact, he was letting him know that he wasn’t the only alpha after your hand. "Game on Diavolo, Game on.”

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youarejesting · 3 years

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Mania.2

[Full Master List] [Mania Master List]

Beta: N/A Rating: Mature 18+ Pairing: BTS OT7 Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Omegaverse Words: 1.3k Blood types: Namjoon, Jhope, Jungkook, Yoongi (A) Taehyung (AB) Jin, Jimin and Yoongi (O) (Jimin in real life is an A blood type)

Summary: At eighteen everyone takes a blood test to find out their blood types. A, B, or O. Each blood type represents the person's secondary gender Alpha, Beta or Omega and can be Dominant (+) or Recessive (-).

When small thin Yoongi receives his letter he doesn't expect A+. There was no way he was an Alpha especially not a dominant. But as time passes he shows no Alpha nor Omega tendencies and frankly he doesn't care. Working in his father's electrical business helps pay the bills but Yoongi's real passion is music.

One very hot day in the roof space of a luxury apartment that Yoongi is rewiring an intoxicatingly pleasant smell churns his insides and he finds himself in need of something to quench his thirst.

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Yoongi was guided by Seokjin's hands into an unfamiliar room, his heart beating out of his chest like it was trying to escape. Behind the haze of wanting to be mated, he cursed the stupid test. They said he was an alpha but they were wrong. They said he was going to be the one in control but it seemed he was the one losing complete control. Yoongi never groveled or begged but he could smell the faint alpha scent and more than that he just knew they were in the house. So he called for them. He cried out and pleaded for them to relieve the pain. He was scared.

“I want to go home!” He pleaded in a moment of clarity, he wanted the safety of his own room away from the unfamiliar scents and feelings. He wanted everything to stop, it was too much.

“See he doesn’t want to be here,” Jimin threw his arms up in the air exasperated, he turned to leave wanting this omega out of his territory as soon as possible, “I will send him home.”

Before he had the chance to leave the room, his exit was blocked by Seokjin who grabbed him firmly, “If you open that door those alphas will barge in here, he is not in his right mind and he is scared. The Alphas in our band are not bad guys who would ever do something without consent,” Seokjin words came out harsh reprimanding the younger omega for being selfish, “don’t make them the bad guys here?”

“How do we help him?” Jimin sighed, "I am just confused why we are putting so much effort into protecting someone we don't even know."

"I'm sorry," Yoongi's weak voice drifted towards them as feeble as a leaf fluttering in a gentle wind, destined to fall. Seokjin walked over, taking the Omega's hand and giving it a squeeze. Yoongi blinked through the ache in his abdomen and saw the older Omega dab the sweat from his face and reassure him that everything would be okay.

"Of course, Jimin is a kind-hearted person, and if he had seen you having your first heat he would help, but when it threatened his relationship with the Alpha’s, he grew a bit defensive." Seokjin said, "He knows deep down he wants to protect you and yet he just can't bring himself to open his hands or heart with fear of being betrayed. Omega’s and their Alphas are very territorial."

"I'm sorry," Yoongi repeatedly felt himself drift into a half conscious state, his eyes were too heavy to open and his body too heavy to move but his senses were still going strong.

“We will be here with you the whole time until your first heat passes,” Seokjin explained tiredly, getting some cool towels to help try to relive the heat.

The pain came in waves and they tried to get him to eat and drink when he plateaued between them, he had a few sips of water but it took a few waves for them to convince him to eat something only for him to bring it back up.

“He is in a lot of pain and he isn’t keeping anything down, so if we can’t calm him we will have to call an emergency doctor,” Seokjin expressed his concern and Yoongi knew if he had the strength to open his eyes this Omega's brows would be pressed together in worry. “It doesn’t look good at all?”

“I might have something that can help him calm down.” Jimin announced thoughtfully, before Yoongi heard the door open and shut. Jimin wasn't gone long or perhaps Yoongi had passed out at some point but the most pleasant of smells hit him. His eyes opened as clothes littered the bed and then the familiar spritz sound of a spray bottle. Yoongi felt his whole body relax, as pheromones filled the room lightly cutting though his haze with a thin blade of clarity. Jimin felt his body easy and the stress the three Omega's were holding seemed to melt away.

“Jimin, Thanks for helping?” Seokjin sighed as the scent hit him as well. The two Omega’s relaxed sitting comfortably on the bed around Yoongi. It took a lot more pills and pheromones before Yoongi’s heat began to weaken. By the time his heat had safely ended three days had passed.

“How are you feeling?” Jimin smiled, laying beside him on the bed, somehow during the three days Yoongi had grown accustomed to Jimin's presence and he thought perhaps Jimin no longer felt threatened by his scent, maybe he could see him as a potential friend.

Yoongi blushed, the two had spent each new morning talking about their favourite things, Yoongi confessed he loved making music, and Jimin asked to listen to some of his songs so finding some headphones the two shared them listening to some of Yoongi's favourite tracks.

“These are really good,” Jimin enthused Yoongi still felt a little apprehensive about him, every smile felt more like fanservice. He didn't allow himself to dwell on these thoughts instead focusing on the pretty Omega beside him wiggling to the beat and enjoying Yoongi's fast and yet intricate raps. "I like this one a lot."

“You are just saying that, it’s definitely not as good as your music, that’s why I am an electrician and not a producer” Yoongi sat up stretching, he felt his muscles ache and his bones creaking. It was the first time he felt the strength to sit up and he could already hear his bed at home calling for him.

Unsure about when he would be deemed safe enough to leave, he was leaving it up to the Omega's more accustomed to heats and pheromones. Seokjin poked his head inside with a funny expression that almost made Yoongi laugh. Yoongi thought of himself as a quiet person. He rarely ever smiled, but he found around his two newly acquired friends he was on the edge.

“What were you talking about?” Seokjin asked, brandishing a serving dish containing a few blueberry muffins, fresh fruit, saltines, and cheese cubes. "I didn't know what you would like but I knew you would be hungry.

“Thank you” Yoongi thanked the man sincerely before eating the muffin in mere seconds not realising how hungry he was from his heat. They laughed and Jimin began handing him more and more foods, seemingly happy to watch him eat.

“Jimin you are being creepy,” Seokjin said, almost warning him to back off.

“He is just excited to see me leave,” Yoongi said quietly, “I think you must be really popular Jimin, you are very pretty and have a lovely voice, from what I heard, you were singing to me every night when Seokjin fell asleep. I like your voice a lot. It is sweet.”

Jimin blushed at the compliment and froze, “I wasn’t trying to rush you to leave,” his voice was small, almost guilty like he was trying to deny it. “I like your songs, maybe we could collaborate on something.”

“Maybe, someday.” Yoongi stood up, and collected his things off the bedside, he looked at the two and nodded, “Thank you for taking care of me, and sorry that you had to take care of me.”

“It was no trouble at all, if you would like, I can drop you off at your house and make sure you get back safe.” Seokjin smiled, “Also I booked you in at a specialist as yours is a rather special case, the doctor is really good and will get you some medication that will suppress your heat and make things more bearable and ease to manage.”

Seokjin handed Yoongi a card after writing the appointment date on the back, Yoongi followed the two Omega's to their vehicle and they dropped him off with a wave.

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jiikyu · 3 years

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Taste of Marigolds In Bloom

Herb of the Sun — Or Marigold was often used during the Middle Ages as a love charm. Carrying one of these brightly colored flowers was thought to bring love.

Though be warned for they are also poisonous.

Chapter III. Life moves fast and you’re not sure you can keep up.

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All characters are 18+

Yandere!Mirio x Fem!Reader(AΩβ)

Y/N = Your Name

F/N = Your Full Name

E/C = Eye Color

H/C = Hair Color

Warnings: Yandere / Unhealthy Behavior / Delusions / Angst

First Chapter Here❦ Previous Chapter Here❦ Next Chapter Here❦

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This whole thing started because of Mirio.

In the most uneventful way possible, like a passing comment about the weather he mentions that he lost his quirk.

“It would’ve been a piece of cake back when I had my quirk.“ The sunshine blond says while leaning back into the cushion of the couch.

It took you about a full minute to process his words and slowly your fingers had come to a stop, hovering over the laptops keyboard.

Mirio’s good at this. Springing things on you out of nowhere, though, usually it’s on a much smaller scale. Such as when he cuts through a conversation between you and a classmate, asking if you’re free to hang out after school.

But this? There are a lot of implications behind that one statement.

And even after everything, after he tells you in detail how he lost his power you’re left to just sit, utterly awestruck. He tells you how his quirk had taken years to master, how he trained every single day for over a decade. Your eyes fall to the many scars decorated across the skin his forearms, like badges of hardship, a reminder of the very thing he worked so hard to lose.

There’s no resentment, no pain to his confession.

The very idea shakes the foundation you’ve come to believe growing up in hero society.

“It — It really doesn’t bother you?” Your words betray you as they become a little wobbly at the last syllable and you’re sick, sick of becoming an emotional mess around him.

The waver in your voice has his attention trained fully on you, nothing but wholehearted worry in his eyes and a soft smile. Like always. And immediately you understand that it was a stupid question. He’s so radiant that you wonder how you ended up this lucky? Even if this only ever stays a friendship... You don’t deserve to have this.

“Are you sure it’s okay for you tell me this?” You ask, you need to make sure this is okay, that it’s not some obligation that compels him.

“Never once did I think it was something I should hide from you... I guess that just goes to show how much I trust you.”

Absorbing his words you miss the way a hand inches across the couches fabric, towards your own.

Or how he just barely manages to keep something else from falling through his teeth.

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“— What about you Y/N?”

Without warning you’re pulled from your daydreaming and back into the reality of the schools cafeteria.

Weeks have passed since Mirio decided to tell you about his past but... That doesn’t stop it from being at the forefront of your mind.

You’re still reflecting.

Your ears only catch the tail end of the conversation and for a moment you sit in silence. Racking your memory for an answer. Something. Anything.

“Who?” Undoubtedly, your voice doesn’t do much to hide the fact that your mind had been elsewhere and your friends eyes only sharpen in suspicion. Lifting your hand to point a finger to yourself in silent question. ‘Me?’

“You haven’t been listening at all!”

“Sorry! I was distracted.” You offer an apologetic smile before by reaching across the tables surface to the tray of food opposite you, stealing a sliced tomato from your friend and chewing it down. But it’s not enough.

You feel more than one pair of eyes on you. The crowded cafeteria table is well and alive with idle chitchat now it’s your turn to join in. It’s days like these that make you grateful for the creation of hormone blockers, you can’t even begin to imagine the concoction of pheromones wafting through the building right now.

“What was the question?” Please. You really don’t want them to ask what’s on your mind.

“What are you doing after school?” This time, the very person you had been dwelling on speaks up. Mirio’s seated next to you, and you curse the schools poor decision making. Plastic seats with little space in-between them, his knee knocks against your own every so often. So casual.

“No plans really, probably head home and —“

“That wasn’t the question!” Your friend interjects while swiping something from your own plate, you don’t even get to see what it is she stole. Too fast for you. “What are you doing after graduation!”

Graduation?

Of course you had given it thought... More than just some thought actually. But that doesn’t stop the very near future from being any less intimidating.

“I haven’t really decided yet. Who knows I might have to move back home, save some money.” It’s an honest-easy answer, one you don’t really put much thought into. You’re really not sure what the future holds for you yet.

“Oh you’re no fun Y/N.” Your childhood friend, an Alpha, wipes away a fake tear. She’s always looked out for you and you her. “We could be roomies in an apartment somewhere nice, like in the city!”

A chuckle escapes you at the idea, how you two would be a dangerous combination, and the conversation flows naturally. Between the ever changing topics and your own thoughts it takes a moment to realize Mirios been uncharacteristically quiet. Your E/C eyes turn upwards, pulling away from the meal before you to see...

Something you’re sure you could have ever prepared for.

You’ve never been the best at reading situations but... This? That brilliant smile is nowhere to be found and when his ocean eyes meet yours... It’s like you’ve wrongfully caught a glimpse through a two way mirror, you see what this man hides.

Hurt.

Your heart drops to the floor.

And you wonder what is it that could have upset him, the most selfless person you know. You could have sworn you saw his shoulders shake, if only for a second. He doesn’t let you look for too long, bringing a hand to lightly pinch your cheek.

“Aww don’t make that face Y/N!” In a blink everything is back to normal. Mirio’s smiling and it’s contagious.

You repeat the gesture, pulling on his own cheek in silent meaning. ‘Those should be my words.’

Though it’s too late, you’ve seen enough.

The future.

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Mirios stare burns into the skin of his palm — Or rather, into the tiny object resting within his grasp.

A pale blue pill sits, waiting.

The suppressant he’s been taking ever since presenting as an Alpha. In the other hand a glass of water, condensation beading down the transparent surface and soaking into skin.

Mirio Togata has never been afraid of the future, but then you uttered some careless words that were equivalent to being pushed into frigid Atlantic waters. Something that never once crossed his thoughts. That you might leave Musutafu.

That you might leave him.

It hurt.

He knows you didn’t mean for your words to cut so deep. He knows. But God... His mind won’t stop racing. Why hadn’t you told him of your worries? If you’re struggling financially you could always ask for help, ask him for help. He’s not sure there is anything in world that would make him happier than by making you smile. Maybe you are just being shy. The blond knows the two of you share something special, trust. So then, why was leaving even an option?

The poor man may be struggling to control the tidal wave of emotions that have suddenly manifested but there is one thing he is certain of, and that is — He knows you feel the same by the way you say his name.

And oh how he wants nothing more than to let this weed and grow, to protect what you both have. He can’t that do that if you move far away.

If he asked, would you stay?

What if he gave you a reason to stay.

Mirio doesn’t even realize he’s staring into space till the buzzing of a doorbell breaks his concentration.

And just like that the moment has passed.

In quick succession the blond tosses the tablet between his teeth and gulps down the sweating glass.

Swallowing.

A bitter aftertaste lingers against his tongue.

Waiting behind a flimsy door is the sign he needed, it’s blissful, because with the twist of a doorknob all of his worries melt away.

There you stand, umbrella in hand.

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It’s raining.

#mirio x reader #yandere mirio #yandere bnha #bnha mirio #there will be new warnings on the next chapters #this is a threat☺️🔪#ahdhsba jk #but not really?#mywriting

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wayhavenots · 3 years

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Stupid Cupid (2/3)

It’s been months since I posted Part 1, because there was something about Part 3 that I desperately wanted to foreshadow. (It took me literal months to write what ended up being a couple of paragraphs, so that’s neat.)

Series Synopsis: A mysterious supernatural baby appears in Wayhaven. As Unit Bravo tries to return the child to his parents, Avery is forced to confront her views about love. (Nate x Avery)

Wordcount: 2404

Tagging: @homeformyheart @crackerdumortain

“Can you shut that thing up?” snapped Morgan, hands clamped over her ears, backed away into the farthest corner of Avery’s office.

“Oh, what a brilliant idea,” snapped Avery, rocking the child back and forth the way she’d seen on TV, “why didn’t I think of that?”

The child wailed his disagreement, or his agreement, or whatever---Avery had no damn clue what he was trying to tell them. He seemed to react to the arrival or departure of certain people: quieting when Tina stopped by the office to apologize for whatever had happened with Bobby, crying again when Tina left, calming at the arrival of Douglas ("Was Tina in here?" "Yes, but she's on patrol now. Did you need some---Douglas?”), sobbing at his sudden departure, quieting at the arrival of Unit Bravo, and wailing again once Nate left for the Warehouse (where he'd apparently read about a supernatural species who could manipulate emotions the way the child apparently had for Bobby, Tina, and Douglas).

This last bout of screaming had been going on for ten minutes uninterrupted. They tried every combination of people in and out of the room, none of which seemed to please him. He wouldn’t take a bottle of baby formula or a spoonful of baby food, which Unit Bravo had brought with them. His diaper was clean. And even Morgan’s pheromones, which amplified Avery’s intense headache, didn’t work.

“C’mon, kid,” she groaned, lifting the bundle of noise so that they were eye to eye. “Snap out of it. C’mon. Nobody likes crying babies.”

At this, he shut his mouth and fixed Avery with a quizzical stare. His gray eyes flashed silver.

And then, he smiled.

Avery breathed a sigh of relief, as did her vampire companions.

“Finally,” groaned Morgan, removing her hands from her ears and standing up straighter.

“Good work, detective,” said Adam, nodding stiffly.

Farah bounded over, a wide smile on her face. “Oh, man, I didn’t think that would work.” She made a goofy face at the kid, who giggled at her.

And though Avery didn’t understand what she could have possibly done, she felt pride swell inside of her anyway. She couldn’t wait to tell Nate.

“Good job, kid,” she said, repositioning the child in her arms and holding up her hand for a high-five.

He blinked at her hand, and then he giggled and nuzzled her palm with his face, like a cat. She felt a smile spread across her face at the funny move.

“They don’t high-five in the Echo World,” explained Rebecca, entering the room with authoritative clacking heels. She stopped in front of Avery’s desk, smiling in greeting, and the expression on her face softened further as her eyes fell to the baby.

Avery felt the tiniest prickle of envy at the sweet sight. She pushed it away.

“He’s definitely from the Echo World then?” asked Farah.

Rebecca straightened into Agent Lin once again. “We don’t know much yet, but it seems likely that he came through a small portal which opened this morning and deposited him in the forest, just outside of town. Based on Avery’s account, we suspect that he may be an Eros. They have the ability to manipulate one’s feelings of affection, attraction, and love. While their young are virtually indistinguishable from humans, the adults are not, and they do not have strong veiling capabilities. The likelihood of his parents escaping our notice in Wayhaven is slim.”

Farah frowned.

“But not zero,” continued Rebecca. “While Nate learns more about the Eri, you three will run your usual patrols, keeping an eye out for the parents. I will continue communicating with the Agency about finding suitable foster parents. And Avery will watch the baby.”

Avery blinked at the child, who clapped his hands in delight, and then blinked at Rebecca. “I’m sorry, Avery will do what? Avery has work to do.” She gestured at the tower of papers on her desk, which threatened to tip over onto another tall tower of candy and food wrappers.

Morgan sauntered towards the desk and gingerly lifted an empty family-sized Cheeto bag off of it, lip curled in disgust before she dropped it back onto the desk, spilling cheese dust on her paperwork.

“Don’t worry about that,” said Rebecca. “You’re the only one with immunity to his powers.”

She frowned. “None of them have felt any---”

“This is not true,” interrupted the Commanding Agent, icy green eyes pointed at the floor.

A wide smile overtook Farah’s face. “An astounding admission from our fearless leader! Who’s on the receiving end of all that love and affection---?”

“This is beside the point,” snapped Adam. "We are not protected from his powers, he does not respond to our pheromones, and our sensitivity puts us at a disadvantage in the event that the child becomes adversarial.”

“Are you afraid of a baby?” laughed Farah, while Morgan smirked from her corner.

Rebecca cleared her throat, and the room fell silent. “I will call for an Agency nanny, but until then, he is right. Avery is best-suited for the task.” She placed a tentative hand on Avery’s shoulder. “I will help you get set up. We don’t yet know what they feed on, but we will acquire it as soon as we do. I won’t be able to stay, but... If you need anything, call.”

Avery glanced at the hand on her shoulder, then back to the woman to whom it was attached. If you need anything, call. Who was she?

The kid babbled happily from a soft blanket (which had apparently been Avery’s at one time), spread out in the middle of her newly-vacuumed floor. She sat by him, mildly terrified that he would roll away if she didn’t keep both eyes on him. She’d begged Rebecca to do the baby-watching while Avery baby-proofed and un-toxic-waste-dump-ified her apartment, but Rebecca refused, likely not trusting Avery to know what to do. (Which was an accurate assessment, to be fair.) Every so often, the baby would tap Avery’s leg and point out the big red dog on the television screen, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Bwuf,” he said.

“That’s a dog,” explained Avery.

“Bwuf,” he insisted. “Buh-wuf.” And then he made a noise that was one-third bark, one-third howl, and one-third hiss, before repeating, “Bwuf.”

“Okay, kid,” she sighed dramatically. “Bwuf.”

The boy giggled, yanked on her hair to bring her face down to his level, and bopped her nose gently with the palm of his little hand.

“He’s teaching you Echolian,” said Rebecca, emerging from the newly baby-proofed kitchen. She smiled indulgently at the child. “It wasn’t so long ago that you were like this.”

She bit back a comment along the lines of How would you know what I was like when you were never there? and settled on, “Thank God I figured out the potty last week, then. I don't know if I could have handled both of our diapers." She lifted an eyebrow at the child and scrunched up her nose, as if to say, ‘Am I right?’

The child giggled back at her. If nothing else, he was a good audience. And when he wasn’t screaming uncontrollably, he was sweet and good-natured, except for the hair-yanking.

“Your father could make you laugh like no one else,” commented Rebecca, eyes wistful. “All it took was one look, and you would laugh and laugh... That was my favorite sound in the world, your laughter.”

“After hearing the other sounds these things make, that would be my favorite, too,” quipped Avery.

Rebecca chuckled. “You didn't cry so much. You were always our happy little girl.”

It was such an oddly sentimental offering from Rebecca that Avery was struck silent. She tilted her head at her mother, as if by doing so she’d be able to see how badly the child had affected her.

And he most certainly had. Her parting words were uncharacteristically soft: "I'll check back in soon. I love you, Avery."

As soon as the door shut behind Rebecca, the boy threw Avery a wide-eyed look of disbelief, and he let out an enormous wail.

She groaned. “Her? She’s the one that makes you happy?”

He responded with a resounding cry and lifted his arms to be held.

Avery sighed, acquiescing to his request. She tried to channel her favorite sitcom mom as she rocked the baby back and forth. “Kid, I know you miss your parents, and you miss Rebecca, but you can’t always depend on them, right? Sometimes, it’s every kid for themself.”

She was positive he couldn’t understand her, and yet, his wail amplified at her words.

“Bwuf, remember?” she pleaded. “Remember how much fun we were having? Bwuf, bwuf?”

The little Eros was unswayed by her appeals.

And his near-constant crying was only interrupted two hours later by a knock at the door. Avery, near tears herself, let her hopes rise that it was the parents, or even Rebecca---but instead it was Nate, wincing through the noise.

And yet, he still scooped the child from her arms.

"You really don't have to---" she protested.

"Oh, but I do," he cooed at the child, who looked back at him with quiet curiosity.

Quiet curiosity.

She stared in disbelief, not wholly convinced that she wasn’t hallucinating the sight.

"Hours," she managed to choke out, "hours of crying---both of us---I think I lost half my hair in his little fists---"

"You do look tired,” said Nate with a small frown.

She pursed her lips at the assessment. "But, like, in a sexy way, right?"

"As always,” he chuckled, brushing a kiss over her forehead. “Have you eaten yet?"

She sighed and slumped onto the couch. "Just my own words for saying this couldn't be that hard.”

Nate chuckled. “Then I will fix you something,” he said, passing the child back to her.

She accepted the child back into her arms and sighed in relief when he didn’t begin to wail. But to be absolutely safe, seeing as the child apparently needed to be around Nate (and Avery felt the same way), she carried the child into the kitchen, where Nate was poking through the fridge for anything useable for a meal.

“Have I told you today how grateful I am that you’re here?” she asked, scooting herself onto a counter which was, for once, free of clutter, except for a pile of various receipts and napkins with writing on them, which she would probably never get around to throwing away.

(She didn’t know how her perpetual messiness didn’t bother Nate. And it was another reason why she was grateful that he could put up with her, even if she didn’t fully understand why he did---what in the world she brought to that table.)

Nate smiled warmly at her. “The feeling is entirely mutual. I’ve been meaning to...” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head a little uncertainly. “How do you feel about a stir-fry?”

“I would love that.”

He gave her a look she couldn’t exactly read, weighty and serious and heart-stopping all at once, but she found herself (thankfully) distracted by a pain in her scalp as the child continued pulling more of her hair.

“What does little Cupid here eat, anyway?” she asked, rubbing her scalp. “Did you find out?”

Nate looked dotingly at the child as he explained. "We know that Eri can create love between people. It turns out that this is also how they sustain themselves, by feeding on the love of the people around them. Where there is an absence, they create it.”

Avery tilted her head, processing. “What does that mean, physically?” she mused. “Love isn’t...” Real, she almost finished, but she didn’t mean that, exactly. “It’s a chemical reaction. Does that mean that they feed off the...byproducts? The hormones or something? Like photosynthesis and plants?”

He frowned, as though the words pained him, the way he frowned when Avery made sarcastic remarks about serious, life-threatening situations. (It had annoyed her, at first, that he didn’t find her jokes funny. Then it touched her that he didn’t find her life funny.) But there was no joke to walk back.

“That is...one way to look at it, I suppose,” he said finally, attempting a less than convincing smile. “Like photosynthesis. And due to your mutation, he cannot feed from the...byproducts.”

Avery frowned. “So, locking him in with me is like sticking a flower in a room with no windows. I'm sorry, kid."

The child smiled a wide, toothless acceptance of her apology, before beaming back up at Nate.

"No harm done,” Nate assured her, “as long as he is exposed to an ample supply of love to make up for the deficit.”

She nodded, relieved for a moment, before another thought crossed her mind. "Okay, but where are we going to get---?"

But she stopped, realizing that the child was silent. Satisfied. Happy, even.

She looked at Nate, who was staring at her expectantly---but not for her to finish her sentence.

She swallowed as the realization hit her in the chest. "He got you too, didn't he?"

"Not all, Avery,” he answered softly, twining his fingers through hers. Looking into her eyes. And without words, she could read exactly what he’d been wanting to say to her all day, spelled out in the depths of his brown eyes.

“Oh,” she responded dumbly, heart racing.

From excitement or terror, she couldn’t tell.

“How long does it last?” she asked, tearing her gaze away. “Cupid’s...powers, I mean. What did the book say?”

There was a moment of silence. “It depends on the person,” he answered finally. “But Avery---”

“It’s not that I don’t want to believe you,” she interrupted, returning her gaze to his. “I just... I’m a scientist. I need...more time to gather data.”

She could read the hurt in his eyes, which he quickly veiled with a nod and a tight smile. “There’s no need to rush. I understand.”

But she knew he didn't, quite. How could he, when she didn't either? He'd awakened a part of her that she couldn't name. He filled her with fear, and it had nothing to do with his fangs and everything to do with the possibility of looking back and realizing it was all fake. That for all of her apparent knowledge of science, she'd allowed herself to be tricked by biology and chemistry, to fall for the idea of love.

#twc fanfic #twc #nate x detective #nate sewell #avery lin #queunit bravo

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Hi everyone! I hoped you enjoyed this! I tried to combine my loves of soulmate/mate stories and the USWNT. I hope you enjoyed it! I'm considering continuing this, I'd love your thoughts. Also any feedback and requests for plots and/or mated pairs will be welcomed!

Y/N sighed as she pulled on her #4 Becky Sauerbruun USWNT jersey. She shouldn't be so anxious and upset as she was. She had great seats to see the USWNT for crying out loud!!

But as an omega that still hadn't found her mate/mates yet she wasn't excited about all of the pheromones, especially since her social anxiety was going to be through the roof with the crowd and seeing some of my heroes and celebrity crushes. She just wishes her Best Friend Jen would have been able to come with me as planned, but she had gotten a call about a family emergency last minute. Jen had given Y/N a pep talk and talked her into going by herself.

Y/N took a deep breath and walked through the stadium, finding her section. She did her best to take deep breaths and try to ignore the overpowering pheromones. Luckily it was a little windy today which helped dispel some of the smells enough not to send her into a panic attack. She walked all the way down and was shocked to see that she was in the first row, right beside Team USAs bench. She looked at the ticket and the row again and again to make sure she wasn't reading the ticket wrong.

"Holy shit how did Jen pull this off?" She mumbled to myself, walking to where my seat was on the way end. Right to the edge of the tunnel that the players would walk out of.

Y/N made sure that she left the seat that Jen was going to sit in between her and the rest of the row, easing her anxiety just a little bit. She pulled out her phone and texted Jen.

Y/N: How the hell did you pull this off? You didn't kill anyone did you?!

Jen: Lol no you dork! My friend's Dad manages the stadium and he knew that you and I are big fans of the USWNT so he offered me these seats.

Y/N: Omg that's amazing! I'm so sorry you can't come. 😭😭 How's everything going? I hope everything is okay.

Jen: Everything is okay right now. My brother was in a car accident. He's in surgery now but he's stable thankfully.

Y/N: Oh no! I'm so sorry! I'm so glad he's okay! Tell everyone I wish my best!

Jen: I will and have fun! Get lots of pics for me and maybe even meet your mate! 😜

Y/N: Oh shush you dumb alpha or I'll get Amy on your ass if you tease me again.

Jen: Oh come on! Don't threaten me with my mate! Anyway I should get going. Have fun and you'll be okay I promise. Call me if you have problems with your anxiety okay?

Y/N: I will.

By the time she looked up from her phone the stadium was starting to fill up. Y/N shuffled feeling her anxiety starting to amp up. She took a few deep breaths and was able to calm down just as the team started to pour out of the tunnel right past her. People pushed heragainst the side of the tunnel to get closer as the goalkeepers passed by and she started to panic slightly. "Hey be careful guys, we don't want anyone crushed." Ashlyn Harris called causing people to calm down a little.

Y/N sighed in relief and smiled gratefully at Ashlyn who just winked at her and waved making me blush slightly. Soon the whole team was out on the field and most of the seats in the stadium were filled.

She looked up as a group of obnoxious men who were of course all alphas. One of them wolf whistled at her with a stupid grin on his face making her roll her eyes.

Before she could worry too much about the dumb alphas causing problems the walkout video started and she cheered with the crowd as the 2 teams walked out. She felt a little weird as the first few USA players passed her, but brushed it off as excitement and anxiety.

The game seemed to fly by, Y/N had been able to push back her anxiety and enjoy the game, cheering on the women she has looked up to forever.

However the alpha male who had wolf whistled her before the game has gotten closer and closer to her as he seemed to drink more and more of the overpriced beer that the stadium was selling.

"Come on little omega I can show you a good time." the guy slurred again, moving even closer. His friends just laughed and cheered him on making Y/N even more uncomfortable.

The final whistle of the game had blown a while ago and the team was doing a cool down. The guy took this as his cue to sit next to Y/N in what would have been Jen's seat throwing his sweaty arm around her.

"Um no thanks." she stammered out, her eyes scaning around desperately trying to find someone to help her as the group had her blocked into the row. But everyone was focused on the players who were now walking around signing autographs.

"Come on omega you know you want me." He slurred with a sick smirk on his face, he moved his arm down to try to grope her chest. Y/N smacked his arm away out of instinct.

The alpha's eyes filled with rage. He smacked Y/N in the face and put his hands around her throat.

"How dare you you dumb omega bitch!" The alpha screamed.

"Stop please!" YN sobs. The alpha just snarled and goes to tighten his hands. Y/N claws at the hands around her neck and kicks out flailing her elbows to try to hit her attacker but his hold just gets tighter and Y/N feels her muscles give in as they slowly go limp. Y/N waits for the world to turn black as she starts to weaken, unable to fight back; her strength gone.

Y/N waited for her world to turn black. However she felt the hands around her neck be ripped off and feels herself lifted up. She fights to open her eyes as her breath speeds up as her panic finally reaches her.

"Shhhh it's okay, we got you." Y/N blinked her eyes and saw that Ashlyn Harris was holding her up and Ali Krieger putting her hand on her shoulder.

"Try to copy my breathing." Ali Krieger said, her tone soft, as if talking to a wounded animal.

Ashlyn gritted her teeth as she held the omega between her and Ali,, trying to stay calm and not go after the dumbass alpha she had ripped the poor girl away from. But it looked like Tobin, Hope and Pinoe had that covered as Hope growled at the cowering Alpha as the 3 held him down, waiting for security to arrive.

"Hey do you.." She started to ask Ali, wondering if they should look at the omega's phone to see if they could find a mate or at least some sort of emergency contact.

However Ashlyn was cut off by a ferocious growl coming closer to them. Ashlyn and Ali turned to see Becky of all people marching toward them her growl becoming louder.

"Whaaaa?" Ali started to ask before Becky gently scooped the panicking omega up in her arms. The omega looked up, scared it was her attacker again but froze when she looked into the alpha's blue eyes. Y/N felt the mate bond click into place, her breathing starting to settle slightly.

"Just copy my breathing little one, we won't let anyone hurt you."

We? Y/N was trying to calm down enough to ask her newfound mate what she meant when a tall alpha quickly walked up to the pair making Y/N freeze in terror.

Becky's growl trailed off at the sight of her alpha mate walking toward them. "What's wrong Becks?" Alyssa quietly asked her mate. Her mate was normally calm so she knew it must be something big.

"I found her. Well Ash and Ali found her after some asshole hurt her" Becky uncharacteristically babbled, absentmindedly soothingly running her fingers through Y/N's hair, making the omega settle even more.

"You found who?" Alyssa asked, not wanting to get her hopes up.

"Our omega." Becky smiled. Alyssa looked at the young omega cowering in Becky's arms. There was no way, they had looked for so long...

The keeper's thoughts were cut off when her older alpha mate softy said "Look up baby girl, she won't hurt you."

Becky gently tipped Y/N's chin up. Y/N's anxious eyes met those of the deceivingly gentle keeper's and froze as she felt the mating bond again.

She had finally found her mates?! Y/N's mind whirred even as Becky carried her and Alyssa's omega mate to the tunnel toward the locker room.

Alyssa released a warning growl at any of her teammates that tried to get close to her girls until the triad disappeared into the locker room.

The team stood, frozen, trying to understand what the hell just happened.

"Well I'll be damned." Tobin muttered, only to be smacked by the hands of her fellow new kids, the mated pair giving their friend disapproving glares.

"Well this will be interesting, that's for sure.” Christie muttered since she was done helping Hope and the other veterans deal with security.

The rest of the team nodded, hesitatingly heading toward the locker room, not wanting to be attacked by their alpha teammates for interrupting their meeting with their mate.

#uswnt x reader #alyssa naeher #becky sauerbrunn x reader #alyssa naeher x reader #uswnt imagine

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