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sleepdeprivedheretic · 4 years

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Sold (Mirio’s Ending)

This is a rewrite of the drabble I posted on Tumblr. That being said, this is Mirio’s ending.

Warnings: Dark elements such as being sold by the black market, abuse, the thought and acceptance of Stolkholme syndrome, omegas and heats and unfair dynamics, no smut but mentions of ABO stuff. Read at your own risk. Mirio’s 20, and reader-chan is 21

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You never ventured out into the night. Although your city was safe, there were dangerous gangs, the mafia, and violence in other cities. It was scary, because rumors of late were stating that very rare omegas such as yourself were being sold in the black market. Which wasn’t many, but you had to be careful. You and your family were snow leopards, a rare breed of cat that wasn’t common in your city, or elsewhere, really. You feared that something would come, you just knew it. Your skin prickled with warning as you traveled to your job in broad daylight.

Something was wrong.

That something came in the middle of the night, somebody banged on your apartment door rapidly. When you opened it, you didn’t have time to think or see properly as a burlap sack was thrown over your head. Strong arms wrestled you into submission as you felt yourself being dragged and shoved into what you could tell was a car.

You tried screaming and kicking, but it was no use, for all you felt was a sharp, fast pain at the side of your head, and your world faded to black.

………

When you awoke, your head was stinging, and your body felt heavy. Blurry gray and strange scents hit your senses as you tried to focus on your surroundings. Fear crept into you as you recognized an oddly familiar scent, and panic gripped you when the realization hit. The scents were faded, but they were definitely omegas.

You felt like ice as panic risen within you. How could this be? Your tail fluffed and ears flattened as you realized where you were. You were in a cage, hidden away from the world with a steel collar tightened around your neck and chains locked around your wrists. Your normal clothes were changed into a long brown tunic which rarely covered your bare thighs, and you felt shame.

When you gained more focus, you saw that you were in some sort of storage bin, locked away with very little light seeping through. You were all alone here, or so you thought.

“So, you’re awake?” A peppy voice spoke up and you swiveled to look at the cage bars. Standing behind it was an oddly dressed man with blond hair sticking up in an odd angle, a weird grin, and a goatee. He hardly had a scent to him, so he must be using scent blockers or was a beta.

“Is this-”

“The black market? Smart one, aren’t you?” He interrupted with a chuckle. His eyes glinted with an odd mix of what you would call sympathy.

“Poor little leopard. My boss at first didn’t want you, because he thought you were a beta, but the most delicious smell started coming from you, and he knew that your heat will start soon. I know, I know, it sounds crazy and out of the blue, but just so you know, your shitty parents did this to you.”

Hurt, anguish, and disbelief hit you. You knew they had always been distant and hurtful to you, but you never realized that they would go this far. You lifted both chained wrists to wipe away the wetness spilling from your eyes.

“Oh, my poor dear, don’t cry. My boss is a nice man. I know it doesn’t look like it at first, with the collar and such, but you’ll see. He didn’t give your parents a single dime! Of course they tried to fight it, but can you really fight the mafia?”

“The mafia?” You chocked out, causing the man’s eyebrows to furrow. Then in an instant, he grinned.

“We only sell our omegas to rich people that we do thorough background checks on. So if our little omegas aren’t being treated well, we just kill their buyers and re-sell them again. I know it doesn’t sound promising, but ya gotta look at it this way, at least you’ll go to a fancy home and not spitting out kits behind a dumpster, right? Life for omegas is harsh, little one.” He finished.

Honestly, it did make you feel a little bit better. Hardly. You hardly had a life, just working as a secretary with rude alphas and betas hounding around you. Your parents were never warm to you, and you were too scared to make friends. You didn’t want to accept your harsh reality, but you didn’t want to be pessimistic.

“Thank you, um,”

“Yamada is just fine, Dear. I know it sucks, right now, but it’ll get better. Believe it or not, I’m an omega!” He pointed out proudly as he lowered the collar on his jacket. Sure enough, there was a bite mark.

“Why are you doing this?” You blurted out, and he laughed.

“We need money. It’s a little dirty in what we do, but we try our best. We’re the mafia, the black market, and the dark underbelly. My husband and I aren’t as nice as others, but we try.” He shrugged. Just then, the door opened, lighting up the room.

There, towered a dark clad man with a white scarf. Dark circles were evident in his eyes as he stared at Yamada with an odd mix of warmth and annoyance.

“Oh, hello Shouto! I was consoling our newest dear! Isn’t she pretty? Not as pretty as I am, but you know.” Yamada then flounced over, wrapping his arms around the man.

“Who cares. Anyway, we need to get her onto the auction board and ship her out as soon as possible. We don’t want other’s sniffing out our business. Yes, you look pretty.”

Yamada cooed with warmth as his cheeks tinted with pink. “You can always count on me, dearest husband!” He sang as the black-haired man rolled his eyes and left, shutting the door behind him.

“That was my mate, Aizawa Shouto. He runs our little organization. Sweet, isn’t he? Oh, well, it’s okay if you don’t think so. Come on, deary, let’s get you some shorts. They’re booty shorts, but it’s better than to walk around with nothing in your underwear, right?”

You, being use to all the weirdness and had decided to just accept your fate, nodded. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, you reasoned with yourself. You never had anybody really that close to you, and although wanting a mate, you didn’t have anybody close to you in mind.

So you guessed that fate had enough of your indecisiveness and threw you into the black market with a rough tunic and booty shorts. Well, they were currently being put on you now as Yamada unlocked the cage. When they were on, your thighs were still visible, and the shorts made them kinda pleasing to the eyes. You told Yamada this and he gushed.

“Don’t worry, deary. We’ll put a blindfold over you. Just follow me, and sit pretty.” He finished as you now stood behind him, following him. He placed a blindfold over your eyes, and led you to who knows where.

Your skin prickled with goosebumps as a different atmosphere hit you. This room must have been it, because there were old scents of scared omegas, just like you. It scared you a bit. Yamada helped you sit on the stool, making you face whatever as he began his usual chattering.

“It’s an empty room, and your potential buyer is behind the black glass. You see, we don’t want you seeing or remembering any of this. Not out of niceness, but we don’t want you repeating every little detail you see to the police. If they’ll listen to you.” He patted your cheek as he walked away, opening a door, and shutting it behind him. You sat there, feeling coldness seep into your legs and knees as your tail twitched uncontrollably with agitation and fear.

You didn’t know what was going on. Time seemed to still as your ears refuse to perk and you could feel yourself getting colder because of the room. It did let you think about certain things, such as the possibility of Stockholme syndrome or a ruthless, mean alpha. You didn’t care. You had nobody, really. Your parents tried to sell you, your apartment had nothing special in it, and you were constantly thinking on what you wanted to do with your life.

You were scared, you admitted, but you were more so when you realized that you accepted your fate. It was a wonder, really.

You jumped when you heard a door open.

“Yeah, yeah. Come in, you bastards. I know you want to scent her for yourselves. I don’t want to waste time when there are others on the market.” Aizawa’s irritated voice reached your ears.

“Ah, she’s probably going to go into her heat.” Another voice that you never heard before, rang out in observation. A cinnamon, oak, and maple smell was coming from him, and you could tell that he was an alpha.

“Guys, I don’t really want to be here…” Another voice piped up. This alpha smelled like honey, lemon, and mint. You liked his scent, you pictured it as herbal tea basking in the sun.

“I know that you bein’ a rich boy has standards, but it’s a lil’ late for that, ain’t it? The only thing that has a high possibility of givin’ you an heir is right here, Mirio.” The third and final person, another alpha. spoke up. You liked his scent a lot. Sandalwood, vanilla and orange clouded around him. His southern accent was comforting, as well.

Mirio, or the one who smelled like sunshine, sighed.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting you to bring me to the black market, Taishiro.” The low pout in his voice was evident, and you couldn’t help but find it a little cute despite your current situation.

“Anyway, I told you three all you needed to know earlier, and now that you’ve smelled her scent, we can go back inside and bid.” Aizawa said, patience running thin.

“Alright, alright. Sorry we have to leave you in the cold, Dove, but you’ll be warmed up in no time.” Cinnamon snickered as the footsteps walked away and a door shut behind them. You were alone, again, but this time, knowing a little more about your potential buyers.

You made up your mind. You didn’t mind this. Yeah, it was a little messed up, but you weren’t getting any younger, and you wouldn’t mind having a mate to protect you for once. Time seemed to tick forever before the door opened again.

“You’re in luck, kid. Your alpha isn’t the leader of the mafia or some bird doofus. Take her blindfold off when you get out of here, Mirio.” Aizawa said to you as his scent and Mirio’s scent filled the room.

“Right. You must be cold, y/n.” He said your name. All of a sudden you felt a warmth cover your back and shoulders, and took notice that it was his jacket. It smelled like him. You oddly liked it. You could sense Yamada’s scent in the room as the door opened and closed, again.

“We gotta take the collar and handcuffs off. Sorry Miri-chan, but you have to find your own.” He chirped and Mirio coughed in embarrassment. You felt the metal slide off from your neck as well as the cuffs being pulled off of your wrists. You didn’t notice how tight they were until you rubbed your wrists. Yamada’s tongue clicked.

“Well, I hope we’ll never see each other again. Sorry for the horrific experience, y/n. We’re the black market, but we care a little. Now get outta here.” He faked sniffled as you felt Mirio gently grasped your hands. His hands were much larger than yours, and you found that you appreciated this.

“Come along, I just called my ride, we don’t want to keep him waiting.” He gently said, and you nodded. As he led you out of the building, you noticed that the other two were nowhere to be heard. It didn’t matter. You could tell that he led you into an open garage. The smell of outside had hit you, but so did motor oil and gasoline. Of course, any bystander seeing you tied up would probably panic, so you understood the secrecy.

Hardly a word was spent between you two, but he was very caring as he opened your passenger side seat, letting you scoot in as he buckled you up, and then entered from the other side.

“An omega, Mirio?” The driver asked, surprised.

“Yeah, Tamaki. Don’t worry, she’s safe. Could you drive us to my private residence?” Mirio asked, and Tamaki replied with yes.

The drive was a little comfortable. You listened as Mirio explain why he was there. His friend, Taishiro, the leader of a benevolent mafia, knew that Mirio’s parents were threatening him. The young alpha had his own business, and made his own way, but still. His parents wanted an heir. So he got dragged into a “friend’s” house, and next thing he knew, he was bidding for you. He was very apologetic to you about your situation, and you felt comforted for the first time in a long while.

You wished that you could see him. He didn’t take the blindfold off because he didn’t want you to learn how to reach his house, not just yet. In the future, he promised. You understood. A reputable young man was committing a crime that could easily render his reputation. He was cautious around you, although friendly.

The car stopped, and he helped you get out. Thanking Tamaki, he led you into his home. Sighing, you felt his hands reach around and untie your blindfold. Not being able to see for a while, you let your eyes adjust as you blinked rapidly. Then you saw him.

He was a very handsome alpha, you admit. He had charming boyish looks, strong muscles, blond hair and sparkling blue eyes as he took in your features. His ears were dog-like, of that of a chow-chow, and you noticed that his curled tail was slowly wagging as he noticed that you were staring.

“You’re very pretty.” He admitted, and you blushed a little.

“I’m going to be honest with you. Look, this isn’t right. I know my parents bully me sometimes, but I didn’t expect to...buy another person.” He admitted with guilt. Before you could say anything, he continued.

“Taishiro, although a good guy, is still the leader of the mafia, and Keigo is kind of questionable, and I couldn’t just let an innocent girl get snatched up and put into danger.” He finished. He silently offered you a seat on the couch, and you nodded, confused.

“What are you saying?” Your voice rang out for the first time, and his ears picked up on how nice it sounded.

“I know you have nowhere to go, anywhere. Aizawa said that his spies took in that your parents lied to your boss and landlord, saying that you just disappeared overseas. It sucks, I know, but...I’d like to hire you. You don’t have to be alone, y/n, nor do you have to live and please an alpha or live in fear. It must have been a very harrowing experience, and if you want, you can stay in my villa.” He admitted. You couldn’t help but feel chocked up.

“Why are you so nice to me?” You asked. He looked at you with an almost fiery passion.

“Because you nor anybody else deserves to be treated like you’re beneath dirt. You’re being forced to live in fear and with a poor justice system on your part. I don’t want to live in a world where that happens to anybody. Like I said, to properly apologize to you, you can stay with me until you get back on your feet. I don’t have any evidence on your parents, but I’ll always protect you from them.” He admitted. Your heart ached with relief and joy. He was...setting you free?

You decided then.

“Mirio, I would like to be your mate.” You admitted. He did a double-take as he looked at you. You continued, though.

“I never had somebody care about me like this. You could have easily kept me in the dark, or have bitten me, or have thrown me in the streets without any money or shelter, no less clothes. I’ve made my decision, if you would have me.” You looked at him with such a passion, his face was beet red.

“Alright. If...if that’s what you want. Um...can I still hire you? I’d like you to still be independent and sure, you know?”

Kami, was he cute. You nodded eagerly.

“Yes. I’d like that very much.”

………………………..

Months had passed and the two of you were actually very happy. You went to another job, feeling awkward that your boyfriend was your boss, and Mirio understood. You worked hard and the both of you split the chores and bills, and it was truly an equal setting that made your omega heart leap with joy.

Of course the two of you made time for each other, and you couldn’t help but keep falling in love with him. He was the definition of sunshine, and brightened your days. You met his friends, and his family, who were more than happy to give you a warm welcome.

Not because of your biology, no. Mirio kept it a secret and you bought scent blockers, and his parents lessened their grip when they realized that it wasn’t okay to pressure their kid like that. You never really heard from your parents again, for Mirio exclaimed that they turned tail and ran when the mafia sent them a letter. You felt yourself smile a little with relief, knowing that they couldn’t hurt you ever again.

The two of you were complete dorks in love, and eventually, he proposed and you said yes. You couldn’t have been happier, or safer.

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I’m sorry if it’s a little choppy. I’m so use to writing for Fatgum. Like this fic originally was gonna be Fatgum, but I’ll add his and Keigo’s endings, later. I’m just satisfied with this ending because it’s a little different than what I’m use to writing.

That being said, I liked writing Mirio. He’s the wholesome sunshine bby we know and love. I felt awkward about the thought of writing smut, because he’s like a fresh outta his teens angel, too pure for this world and other things. Maybe for Keigo and Fatgum, though ;)

#Mirio togata #ABO #fluff #But also dark elements #Happy ending #Ending 1 #No smut #I feel like this is kinda choppy #Sorry

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