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lady-ashfade · 8 months

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Mates By Fate

Various Hybrid!Characters x Human!Fem!Reader.

Plot: The adoption center is filled with many different hybrids from all sorts. But when one gets a whiff of your scent that they can’t help but get excited to see you.

Characters: Rabbit!Izuku midoriya, Wolf!Katsuki Bakugo, Dog!Eijiro Kirishima, Cat!Shoto Todoroki

Warnings: quick adoption, licking, love at first sight, mention of dark past, not much.

Rabbit! Izuku Midoriya

The building was filled with all types of noises, from barks to meows, even some growls. Some hybrids were out playing and doing their own things, some playing in groups outside or maybe they enjoyed their own company. Izuku was watching a movie that had come on just in time for his break. All hybrids get a break from the others to focus on themselves if needed, and he decided to watch his favorite movie. Super Hybrid: All might. Oh, how he adored the movie and the man it was about. His room filled with decorations of Allmight himself, posters on every wall.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off the screen when the scene came on. Allmight fighting a bad guy, his tail smacking him around from place to place. It was like watching it for the first time, he was on the edge of his seat cheering at the screen for his hero. Not much could get his attention away from this movie, so when a scent came into his nose it peaked his interest. What was that smell? So sweet, soft yet bold, how could something smell so perfect? His flappy ears stood up and his attention drew to the hallway where his door was cracked open. Grabbing the remote be paused the movie and walked to the door.

He poked his head out slowly to see what was going on and if he could find the source of the smell. Then he saw the owner of the adoption center in the middle of the hallway, then a woman standing next to her about three doors down. A hybrid with droopy ears likes his but brown, the hybrid rubbed her head against the new woman’s hand as she smiled. When he saw you, he felt the world crash onto him with a kick to the chest.

Mate.

The words rang through his head and made his body tense up at the thought of having you in his life. But, he couldn’t have a mate? And not someone as pretty as you? He cheeks heated up while staring at you with wide eyes frozen in the doorway to his room. He could hear your conversation but didn’t truly listen, the words sounding like muffles to him. But a few seconds later your head turned when the owner said something and you looked right at him.

He yelps and slips back into his room quickly from being caught and your attention. His heart raced as fast as it could go as he panicked over every detail. Did you really see him? Was he imagining you here? What if this was a dream and he’d wake up mateless again? What if you don’t want him as a mate anyway? So many questions ran through his speedy head and made him panic.

“Izuku,” the old woman’s sweet voice called him out of his thoughts as she walked into the open room. “We have a visitor, like to meet them?” Your frame shuffled into the room and waved softly, the smile on your lips look like heaven. All he could do is stare and mumble nervously with words you couldn’t understand.

“He’s shy, but he’s a good hybrid to have around.” You nodded and reached into your pocket and his attention calmed down at the other scent he loved. Treats. A brown little heart shaped treat rest in your hands and pushed it towards him. “Hello, Izuku. My names Y/n.” The name engraved itself into his brain. The excitement finally washed over him and shot throughout his body, making him so happy that his leg started to tap and take the treat into his mouth.

He was so happy as he chew and you watched his nose crinkle with each bite, his happy feet bouncing. You giggled at the sight, he was your favorite by far. “I’ll let you have some time with him, seeing as he’s your perfect match. I shall be just outside with the other hybrids, call if you need anything.” She bowed and walked out the room.

You look at izuku and a nervous smile spread your face as he inched closer, no threatening gestures but with a curious look. His noses sniffed around your hand and up your wrists, he looked so focused. Then he nudged his faces across it like he was petting himself and your heart exploded. He looked so happy and relaxed with your touch.

“Mate.” He muttered and you froze up. Did he say that or was it a mistake…Mate? That’s interesting but you can’t help but feel like it was right. “Tell me, do you want me to take you home?” He jumped up and hugged your leg and you almost fell. Laughing you reach down to pet this hair.

He was interesting, he couldn’t get himself off of you. But he was perfectly sweet.

Wolf! Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki is wasn’t one for social interaction, especially with new people he had just meet. Whenever someone came to look at the hybrids he wouldn’t let them get near and just walk off or give them attitude. He was adopted once before and it was the worst time of his life, humans were cruel and he knew damn well they couldn’t put up with him. So he put off the idea that he would find someone nice enough.

Kats didn’t get along with the other hybrids, only a selected group he allowed near him. If he wasn’t hanging around them then he was outside in the shade, or playing with a chew toy that need to be replaced each day. He loved to be outside a few hours because he had a lot of energy he couldn’t release inside. Today he decided to take a break and lay on the ground to take a quick nap, the shade and sun making him tired. Then, his nose picked up a scent. Shooting his head up from his resting place his head looked around for the scent he was smelling.

This wasn’t food, it wasn’t like anything he’s ever smelled before. It was the perfect smell for him. He craved to get near the source. So he stood up and looked around, his tail wagging behind him. Big and thick with blonde and white with brown tips like his ears. “Shit.” He smelled it out and followed trail. A beautiful laugh caught his ears and he looked up to see a woman smiling with the owner, a hybrid getting their head pat. Her. It was coming from her.

Mate. Claim. Mate.

She was his mate, his tail wagged harder but his head gave him trouble. He didn’t need a mate, and not a shitty human at that. What was she trying to do? He’s a alpha and not some pet she could keep in her house- But he wanted it. To be close to her at every second to keep he safe and sound. He groaned and fell close to the ground and behind the flowers, the garden being filled with big places with high planted flowers. It was easy for him to crawl closer without being caught, after all it was in his blood to hunt.

He got closer and watched for a second. “I’ll leave you to look around, I know of a few hybrids out here. A snake one, he’s usually in the trees and many others.” She smiles and took the cat hybrid inside, leaving you alone. Smiling to yourself and straighten your blouses then walk over to the flowers, smelling them. Bakugo wiggled his body and got ready to pounce on you, why? He just felt like it. But when you giggled and looked over at his direction he froze in shock and confusion.

“There’s a mirror wall behind you,” you look a seat on the bench beside you. “But don’t be discouraged, you would of had me.” The lighthearted tone in your voice made him heat up, and your smile with no anger in it. He rolled his eyes and stood up, inching closer to you with a glare, a low growl leaving his lips to imitate you with fear. You only smiled and pulled out a big threat, a bone shaped one.

“I apologize if I offended you, it was not my intention.” Standing up slowly you tossed the treat softly before him. “But I hope you’ll take this treat as a apology, great wolf.” His ego built up at your praise and felt better. He took the treat and took a few bites. While he was focused on the treat you backed up to leave him alone, not wanted to anger him. Wolfs can be very territorial when it comes to it, so you wouldn’t egg him in.

“I didn’t say go, damn human.” His tough voice caught you off guard. You turned around to see him soften his glare and look at the bench you once sat at. “Sit.” You smirked for a second and walked back to the bench and did as he said. He was adorable. You stuck out your hand for him to sniff and he hesitated, looking up at you like asking permission or to get a read on you. But you only flashed him a eye closing smile.

His noses poked your hand and sniffed all around to take in your scent in, and his body turned into mush. Your scent, he craved it. “Damn, of course it be a human.” He huffed and crossed his arms. You looked at him confused, “Hmm?” Kats rolled his eyes hard and pointed at you, “Mate.” He enjoyed how you looked at him in shock and flustered.

“Now, go get the paper work done so I can leave. I wouldn’t let anyone leave with you today wether you like it or not.” His tail stomped the ground as his teeth really showed to threaten the people he thought of. “Well? Go!” You giggled and rushed away from the shouting hybrid, a rough one.

He was demanding and didn’t care. He however, was loving on the way to your house so you didn’t mind.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto is a hybrid that likes to take naps, his cat like nature is strong. The sunlight can make him fall asleep anywhere, no matter the place. He also loves to climb up on things to take a nice nap, mostly on a cat like tree they have for hybrids. He also has a scratching problem but not in a bad way, he just needs to stretch often. Those are the things he does in a day. Wake up, scratch, eat, Nap, scratch and then repeat. However he does hang out with some hybrids on occasion.

Today Shotos place of choice was in front of the art rooms door, so close to getting hit if someone opened the door fully. The hybrid didn’t notice this when he went to sleep or he would have scooted a bit further. You wanted to explore the place and decide to check the art room to see what’s it was like. When you opened the door you didn’t see the hybrid behind you, only a tail that curled and swung slowly. Stopping and not pushing the door any further you walked through the gap and poke your head around to see the hybrid laying there.

His hair mix toned, red and white. His tail thin but long, white fur all the way down. But his ears matched the hair on each side, he was gorgeous. You smile and push all the way in the room and close the door as quietly as you can, trying not to startle him. Kneeling down a few inches from him you start to call out softly for him to walk up. Clinking your tongue, “Little buddy, wake up please.” You repeated that line over and over. But he wasn’t little, only a small frame but you could see the muscles he had and how tall he was.

He slowly opened his eyes with a yawn, confused on what was going on. When he noticed you his demeanor changed slight. His face dropping and staring you, with almost a cold glare. Chuckling to not be afraid you step back, “Sorry, I just didn’t want you to get hurt. You were sleeping in front of the door.” You glanced at the door and showed him what you meant. But he didn’t stop staring at you with a unreadable expression.

Shoto was freaking out inside. Your scent drove him insane, one he wanted to run and nuzzle up to. He couldn’t look away from your pretty face or he would have. What was this? Had you have some sort of magic to bewitched him? Why was his body on fire? He had so many emotions and non of them made sense. Until his mouth started to water..

Mate.

The clicking sound echoed through his brain when he realized what you were to him. A mate. Fate was funny about bringing people together and he didn’t have to find you, you found him. “Hello?” You waved a hand in front of your face as he continued to be silent and frozen. He blinked finally and you felt relieved. “Call me shoto.” You hummed at the calming tone. “Y/n.” You reached out your hand with a smile. Of course he couldn’t hold himself back from taking it and sniffing you.

Your scent was so nice to smell, calming but made his blood pump. You had weird affects on his body. You watch him sniff you and it made you laugh as he kept hitting his nose against the center. He was booping his own nose. Then he did something unexpected and licked your hand softly. To give affection he kept doing it, small licks. Nothing more to the eyes. Only he did it to get his scent on you.

“Adopt me.” He look up at you blankly and you were taken aback by his boldness. “We just met, don’t you want to get a know me first?” You asked. Most hybrids take a week at least before getting comfortable with a owner, or at least a whole day. “I know all I need, you are my mate of course.” He nuzzled against your hand as his tail swayed around smoothly.

“Mates?” You questioned but couldn’t help but rub his cheek, he purred so loudly you could feel it. “Hmm, smell you. Us hybrids have mates, or some do and mine is you.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Now, I’m tired. Could you go get everything done so I can’t go back to napping?”

You took shoto home that night and he fell asleep on your nap. Followed you around the house with his head in your shoulders.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kiri likes to be with other hybrids and people, a social butterfly if you will. He always has a smile on his face to cheer and play with the others, the big brother of the estate. His dream is to one day have a forever home with a family that loves him but worries about being worthy. Despite always tell the others they’d get adopted or cheer them up, he felt the same way. But he puts it off and has fun instead, he’s very active. They had to build a new playground area just for him and hybrids like him who are rough but playful.

Kiri today was in the playroom all by himself and it saddens him, no one to play with. He’d have the rope in his mouth and swing it around almost like a weapon. Or jumping around from the bars to places, or his favorite. Catch. They had a device to throw the ball automatically and he loved it, almost as much as someone actually throwing him the ball. Kiri watched the ball get shot out and hit the table making it change direction to the door. To his surprise the door opened just as the ball rolled on the floor and stop between someone’s leg. His mind focused on the ball he chased after it.

His legs ran to catch the small object and only to be caught in another trance caused by a smell, a delicious smell. Stopping in his tracks he froze and looked up at the person at the door who now looked at the ball between her feet. A smile spread on her lips when she bent down to pick it up. The smell was coming from her. Was it a treat in her pocket? What flavor was it? That smell was heaven to his nose, like it was made just for him.

Mate.

Giggling you looked at the pup in front of you, a grip on the ball “Want me to throw it?” You wiggled it slightly. Thump thump. The sound of his huge fluffy tail hit the floor as he panted quietly. He was so excited. “Get it.” You threw it past him and made sure not to hit anything but far for him to have fun. He leaped up and chased after it, so fast and quick. It was cute to watch him bite the ball and chew down on it slightly then look back at you. He pranced back to you with his tail wagging, a pride filled aura as he puffed out his chest.

He dropped the ball at your feet and sat back on the floor, his tongue sticking out. “Awe, such a good boy.” You reached down to pet his head but gave him enough time to pull away if he’d like. But he didn’t so your hand patted the red hair, slightly touching the ears on his head. “My names Y/n.” Without a warning he jumps up and knocks you down, leaning onto of you and starts to lick across your face. His hands on your chest and tail making a breeze.

You laughed and tried to move but he didn’t let up on his actions. You smelled too good. You called him a good boy. A perfect mate for him. He leaned up and didn’t let his hands up from your stomach. “Eijiro Kirishima.” His smile was so wide you saw his teeth that looked perfectly white and sharp. Taking a breath you smile up at the hybrid you just met. “Nice to met you.” He jumped off you and waited for you to get up.

When you did you brushed off yourself and whipped your face off. Kiri stood up finally and you looked up at him, he was one of the biggest hybrids you have ever seen. Blushing at his height you giggled, he was just a huge puppy. “Are you here to adopt?” He asked, his ears and tail stopping and going down. You could tell he was sad and you wondered why.

“Yes, I am.” You see him look at the floor and a sad smile grew on his face. “They’d be luck to have you.” The heart in your chest shattered at his tone, so quick to dismiss himself. “Would you be willing to get adopted? I was looking for a dog hybrid…If you’re willing.” Kiri’s head shit up and his body started to wage and bounce. The sparkle in his eyes reappeared and his happiness coming back.

The next thing you know his arms are wrapping themselves around you and pulling you closer, his tongue licking your cheek. You patted his head, “I’ll take that as a yes.” You didn’t expect to meet the hybrid of your dreams on the first day of looking but here he was. “Mate, going home with my mate.” His words made you tense up. Mate? Does he think you’re his mate… Why doesn’t that not sound wrong?

“Okay, let’s go so I can go to the office.” He whined and hugged you closer. His head rested on your shoulder and he refused to let you go, he had a person for the first time. Too soon to let go. “You can come with him, but I need to walk.” He felt your chest vibrate with laughter and he huffed. His arms let your waist go but hooked on your arm instead.

You didn’t expect him to be so clingy and protective over you but that’s what he was. You’re now his home. But there’s no other pup for you.

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bluetooththereptile · 5 months

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Can I request a part 2 for His Mother (Yandere Damian Wayne x naga reader x Yandere Bruce Wayne)🙏🙏🙏

Yes! For sure you can!

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: this oneshot is continuation of this fic.

Tw: mentions of drugs

The faint scent of soaked wood was in the air, and your den's condition was stimulated so well that if it wasn't for the walls around you, you'd feel at home. Minus the sunlight of course, and a fresh breeze, the air made you feel weak and sleepy and its scent was sort of sweet on your tongue, as if it was spring already and the flower petals were in the air. Every day, all you did as time passed was either spent sleeping or taking care of the little one who unlike you was extremely energetic, cooing and babbling as she crawled around with her tiny hands, still not old enough to learn how to crawl with her tail. She could be a menace and a little angel at the same time, crawling on top of a few branches and then jumping down onto you, giggling, which was her favorite pastime that left you alert most of the time to her presence. Lately, a few teeth had grown into her mouth and she had started to nibble on things, including your tail, and feeding her with your hands had turned into a challenge. Now that you looked around, you could see her bite marks on the plants around you. That little thing had explored the whole invisible cage so many times that you'd wondered if she had learned to crawl on the walls as well...it wasn't that unlikely of her.

Speaking of the devil...

Lulu's head popped up from under the water as she splashed the water around her "Mama, mama!" She reached out for you, and you slowly reached out and took the baby in your arms, she could breathe underwater unlike you, which meant her parents were water-based Nagas. Handling her wasn't easy, but it was for a few hours before they came along. Bruce and your boy, Damian. They somehow knew how to handle both you and little LuLu, or as they called her, Lucy.

You looked down at the cooing baby in your arms, smiling softly, Lulu was pure white, her large eyes having a red hue to them, you thought the poor thing was sick for not having a color to her scales or little puffs of hair, not knowing that she was a very rare albino, oh how many nights you had spent on worrying about her health not noticing that she was chubbier than most of baby Nagas you had seen, which meant she was quiet healthy.

As you held the baby, she nuzzled into your chest, liking the fabric of your topwear. Bruce would provide you with them, and not much to your liking, he'd take it off or put it on you himself. Lulu's tail wrapped around your arm as you rocked her, watching her play with the tip of your tail, poking it with her chubby fingers. You let out a soft sigh of irritation as she reached for the tip and started playing with it, you didn't know when you found that abandoned egg you'd end up like this, you were mateless and young, without much experience, you didn't know how to handle the baby, and she didn't help you with handling her either...well, except Damian, at least he'd listen. Your mouth turned downwards, remembering that he was the reason you were now captive. Poor you, you didn't have much luck in both parenting and mating...well, as for mating, Bruce still tried to woo you, you could easily deduce that, but how did he know of Naga culture and their ways of courting, you weren't sure.

Lulu squirmed out of your arms and swam into the shallow pond, splashing around as she swam to the other side of it, you sighed again, too tired to follow her around. "Lulu...honey come back" You tried to take her attention, but she was already on her way to creating chaos once more. You relax your upper body on the warm sands close to the pond, and your lower half rests in the water, soaking in. Today none of them came along, were they unwell? The thought made you feel bad, both with the image of them being sick and your thought of caring about them made you feel bad. You couldn't deny you worried about them as well, but...Were you being tamed like a beast? Never! You wouldn't allow that!

You were too busy rubbing your temple as you let your thoughts circle in your mind like a swarm of irritating flies, to notice the door of your gilded cage opening. Damian and Jon's heads popped in, noticing that you were far away from their side of the cage they let out a sigh of relief. Knowing you, if it wasn't for the sedatives you'd be charging at them already. You looked at the two humans entering slowly, struggling with blinking to keep your eyes open, you rested your head on top of your hand, watching them walk to Lulu, who was already crawling toward them.

"Dami! Dami!" Lulu squealed with excitement as she spotted Damian, her chubby cheeks flushed with the struggle of crawling faster to her brother. Damian smiled at the little one and bent down and picked her up, her giggles filling the air. You smiled softly at the scene, looking at how Damian's one snake-like eye's iris widened at the sight of his sister, a sign that he loved her.

You hummed his name under your breath, remembering the time you had to put your special balm on his wounds, made out of your blood and a few different herbs, unknowingly giving him some sort of mutation, making him gain some snake-like features. How precious he was when he held onto you tightly, seeking comfort, fever haunting his body because of the infection in his blood. You wanted to be mad at him for bringing that man, Bruce, to take you away from your swamp, but you couldn't, he was your boy.

When Damian turned around to take Lulu away you felt a little surge of panic rush into your reptilian heart, where was he taking Lulu? "W-wait-!" You were too slow and the boy and his friend had left with the little one, leaving you there, filling your heart with worry. You moved into the pond, getting closer to the door of the cage, you knew you couldn't move past the invisible walls of it, naturally you didn't know of glasses, thinking of them as invisible walls, you didn't know how to move past them, but you still tried. You moved your hand and slammed it on the door of your confinement with the remnants of your energy in a struggle to make it open, you knew it would be in vain, but you still did so, but much to your surprise, the invisible door opened, letting clean air come into your cage, you could see a different light coming from there...oh?...oh...OH!

....

"Just be quick, I need to put Lucy back with Mom..." Damian told Jon as he put Lulu in the little tub to keep her from crawling around. The baby Naga was a little distraught by the unfamiliar nature of her surroundings, her small fist tightly holding onto Damian's finger. Jon moved closer, with a few little dresses that his mother had tailored for little Lucy. "My mom said they are water resistant," Jon said with his proud smile and helped put the dress on top of Lulu's body, she giggled as her head popped out of the neckline of the little pink dress, finding it amusing that Damian tried to pull her little arms into the holes of the sleeveless dress, to her everything seemed like a game.

"If you want to take pictures, I have a camera you know" Dick appeared behind the two young boys startling them slightly. Jon nodded enthusiastically, while Damian huffed "Let me at least tidy up her hair". He said as he ran his fingers into her white messy locks. "Say cheese!" Dick spoke as he used a rattle to gain Lulu's attention as he held the camera, chuckling slightly as Lulu looked up at him with a large smile, her few teeth shining. The picture of the Naga in her cute dress was taken with a bright flash from the camera. The bright light made a huge shadow behind them appear on the wall the three humans tensed up visibly, turning around slowly, their eyes widening in shock.

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"E-easy, Y/N..." Bruce groaned out as your tail made another circle around his legs, tightening around them not so gently. You were on top of him, your hands holding him as you glared down at him with your snake eyes. You had crawled out of your cage and since you weren't inhaling sedatives, you were gaining back your strength, so you had startled Bruce on his seat in the bat cave.

You looked down at the man you had pinned to his seat, unconsciously moving your hand to trace the different parts of his face, you were too focused on his blue eyes that you didn't notice his hand move to push a button, it'd give you an electric shock to stop you from doing something reckless, but his hand paused as he watched you lay slowly on top of him, trying to get some warmth from his body. "Mate..." the word came out of your mouth in a whisper, you had realized that struggling was futile, Bruce was the alpha predator of your chain of family, and you should submit to feel happier, he knew how to handle Lulu and Damian and seemed to like you, even now that Lulu was away from you she seemed happy enough, so why resist?

"Mine..." you added, making Bruce smile nervously, something that he had thought would happen with force, now had happened easily. His hand moved away from the button to caress your hair, chuckling slightly as he heard Lulu's voice as Damian approached them with her in his arms "Mama! Mama!" Her voice echoed in the cave, promising a new future in a much different world for you with your new family.

#blue answers #yandere batfamily #yandere batman #yandere #yandere damian wayne #yandere bruce wayne #yandere robin #yandere x reader #naga reader #dc comics

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yandere-writer-momo · 8 months

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I really liked your story about megalodon pickle and clownfish reader, peach👍😍🎂. But, would you mind making Lionfish Baki with clownfish s/o...I wonder what will happen to S/O🤭🥧. Btw, love you peach🍓💋

I love you too strawberry 🍓💋

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Lionfish Merman Baki x Clownfish mermaid Reader

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Now you were captured to be Baki’s sweet mate in the first place since his pairing with a pufferfish mermaid (Kozue) didn’t work out. The researchers were determined to find him a mate and they stumbled across you. You were perfect

You were shy and you’d much rather stick to being in your anemone but the two of you have seen each other a few times. Baki is fascinated with your colors but he notices you’re a little smaller than him

Baki tries to get you to come out of your anemone but you’re terrified of him… Lionfish eat small fish like you in the wild so you didn’t trust him despite all his efforts to show you that he’d never harm you

It was when Baki spoke to you for the first time that began to change your mind. He looked so lonely, his body deflated like a balloon from your constant rejection. That’s when you notice the various scars on his fins and body. What kind of life had he loved before coming to this tank?

Baki began to share stories about himself. About the death of his mother, his desire to be stronger to defeat his father, and how he was rejected by his fist mate. It made you sympathize with his loneliness… except you were taken from your home and away from your peers by the researchers.

Baki was surprised that you came out and put your hand on his shoulder. You were much cuter up close than in the pink anemone! Baki is so touched by your kindness

Expect him to be glued to your side. He constantly frets over you and makes sure you’re eating. Baki will catch you little crustaceans to eat and he gifts you various shells

You’re surprised Baki was mateless. He was a really sweet guy albeit rough around the edges a bit. And that was when you began to see him fight

Baki got into frequent scuffles with the other mermen, the lionfish always rose victorious but he didn’t seem to have a care for his well being. And that’s what made you realize why his first mate probably left him. Baki had no concern over his own well being

You’d patch him up and hold him when he was tired. Baki would cling to you and mumble apologize but you knew he wouldn’t stop fighting. It was a part of who he was and you accepted him as he was. Who were you to change him?

Your unwavering support melted Baki and he swore his devotion to you. He vows to protect you and care for you until he draws his last breath. His chocolate eyes were so full of love when you press your lips to his cheeks. Baki will never let you go. You’re his

Baki grows incredibly protective of you. He won’t let other mermen or mermaids near you. You must be kept out of danger at all times. Not to mention his growing possessiveness when one of his peers, a lemon shark merman Kaoru, compliments your beauty. Now Baki keeps you away from the lemon shark

Baki proclaims to everyone that you’re his mate and he won’t let anyone else have you. Because if they wanted a chance, they’d have to get through him first

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christinesficrecs · 5 months

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“Then we have reached an accord.”

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“You like Derek,” he says slowly. “Derek Hale.”

His father grimaces at the accusation there. “Look, Stiles it’s complicated-“

“So when I was married to him,” he continues, voice rising. “He wasn’t good enough. He was taking advantage of me. ‘He’ll never be able to love you like you want, Stiles’. That’s what you said-“

Or the Sweet Home Alabama AU that nobody asked for.

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“All in favour of Derek not dating for a full year so he can get his shit together and stop romancing people who want to kill us?”

Everyone raises their hands. Every single pack member.

Or the one where the pack insists Derek can't date anybody for a year but he ends up finding romance much closer to home anyway.

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“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.

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“Derek,” Stiles thunders. “Were you ever going to tell me your house is trying to hook us up?”

Derek’s head snaps up, eyes wide and scenting the evident crackle of magic in the air.

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The sign on the cage actually reads Beware: The Beast! in that crappy horror movie red paint that trickles down the paper in a failed attempt to appear like dripping blood.

And it would seem stupid if not for the living supernatural creature currently trapped behind its bars. Little hard to dismiss the big, hulking werewolf as a poorly constructed horror movie prop.

Oh how the mighty have fallen. Dude, cannot catch a break.

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“Well I guess accidental kidnapping is not so bad then,” Scott decided brightly after the others had finished describing their ordeals. “All’s well that ends well, right?”

“HAHA,” Stiles practically shouted, loud and unsettling enough that everyone turned to look at him. “I mean, yep. For. Sure.”

#sterek fics #sterek #ficrecs #fanfic writers #sterek fandom #author spotlight #lunacanislupus22 #author appreciation

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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maybe the male na'vi use plants to masturbate;

imagine it; the forest is filled with intriguing plant-life, lush and full of unique tones, textures and cycles. the possibility of a specific species of flower or moss used for sexual pleasure must be likely

maybe due to a special breed of mangroves that only grow there, it's deemed a sacred place to explore any sexual desires; hanging down, soft golden luminous fronds enable a connection from the na'vi to eywa through intertwining the cord

during the breeding season, mateless males in heat flock to the dedicated marsh, home to some of the softest, wettest, squishiest mosses and plants. during the small hours of the night, it's common to find a desperate na'vi; face contorted in a kind of secret ecstasy, wantonly thrusting into the moistened grass, head bowed low and hair lurking back and forth in time with his sensuous movements

the fluorescent pigments of green, purple and blue light up around where he kneels; his knees pushing ever-deeper into the dampened earth, toes curling into the soil. his engorged cockhead rubbing up against the undergrowth, the pressure of his shaft coaxing the fresh water out from the thick, green mossy clumps enveloping him in the dark midnight-hued slickness

there's likely some social etiquette that surrounds where you breed too; far from others, as the concept of na'vi arousal is an especially intimate one. cord interwoven with that of the glowing mangroves above him, in the midst of his eager thrusts and heavy gulps of hot, marshy air, he whispers some prayers to the all-mother, and thanks her for granting him this fertile soil, this wet warmth, this closeness; yearning for the day he can find it once more with his true mate, "...uh-uhnh..ngengeyä tstxo swok livu..nìngay..hnnhgh..n-ningay"

[...sacred be your name..amen, amen]

#wish it was me #i'd be a marsh #if it meant being fucked by a na'vi #+reqs open lovelies #jake sully smut #colonel miles quaritch #tonowari smut #tsu'tey #jake sully x reader #colonel catboy quaritch #colonel quaritch #avatar miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #tonowari #discosmut #discomusings🥂#cuethedisco #cuethediscoandthedrinks

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angelsworks · 1 year

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Yandere!Cullen Brothers x Human! reader

Type: Headcannon

Requested: No

Summary: The Cullen brothers being your yanderes

Warnings: Dark, yandere themes, kidnap, possessiveness, etc

In the vampire world there are blood singers - Humans that had especially alluring blood, that called to specific vampires.

In the vampire world there were also soulmates. A being destined to be yours forever. In most cases fate matched vampires to other vampires. Yet there were always exceptions to the rule.

You were that exception.

The Cullens were a close knit group.

The leader Carlisle had found and turned his soulmate years ago. Now he lived in bliss with his wife and soulmate Esme.

Alice had come searching for Rosalie when she was first turned. Having visions of a golden haired Angel. It lead her to find Carlisle and the rest of his ever growing clan. She too found her mate.

Edward, the first turned off the coven, hadn’t found his in his century of eternal life.

Later additions to the coven included Emmet and Jasper. Both mateless too.

While it wasn’t ideal to watch half of the coven happily mated, they dealt with it. If anything it made the three grow closer as brothers.

Yet when you come along they’re all shocked.

It’s practically unheard of for a vampire to have a human mate.

More than that for you to be mates to three of them.

At first they don’t behave very brotherly towards each other.

At school they act civil, but at home tensions run high.

The three of them are desperate for your attention. But they aren’t alone.

Being the new student everyone wants to talk to you. Leading you to be occupied a lot of then time.

They don’t want to crowd you or scare you. So they try to keep their distance.

While they keep their distance at school and in public, they all secretly stalk watch you from afar.

Edward was probably the first to start this. Visiting you while you slept, going through your bedroom. Examining all your trinkets and decorations.

Occasionally, he’ll take things from your room. Maybe it’s a piece of clothing, jewellery, a well loved book. He wants to feel close to you, to try and understand you.

Jasper shares a couple of his classes with you. He uses the class to watch you, not just stare but intently study. He studies how you talk, how you take notes, your posture, how you do your hair. He becomes an expert.

His gift is how he feels close to you. He uses it to feel your emotions. It gives him a deeper insight into what you truly like and dislike and how you feel on the inside.

While Emmet doesn’t have a gift, he doesn’t let it stop him. His brothers may be keeping their distance but he tends to break these rules.

Maybe one day you drop your books. He helps you pick them up then offers to carry them to class for you.

You both realise you share your next class, leading you to sit next to him. From here you get talking more. You grow close to Emmet, both as a friend and romantically.

To say Edward and Jasper are jealous is a grand understatement. While they like keeping their distance they decide it’s time to introduce themselves properly.

Edward makes his introduction in a class you share. Having practiced the previous night to not mess up, it goes well.

Jasper makes his introduction in the Libary. Striking up a conversation about the work you’re doing or the book you’re reading.

After they’ve all introduced themselves and are talking to you separately, Jasper notes to the other two that you’re feeling overwhelmed.

It’s here they decide they need to work together more. In the end you’ll be with the three of them anyway. They’ve had enough arguments and fights about it.

At first Edward was against turning you. Wanting to save your soul from eternal damnation.

Yet as time with you passes by, he realises he doesn’t want to lose you.

When they work together they decide to ask Alice and Rosalie to befriend you. Thinking that if you had different people to talk to that weren’t them, you wouldn’t be so overwhelmed.

While they are extremely possessive of you, having you become friends with Alice and Rosalie isn’t a problem. They trust them as sisters and know they have no romantic interest in you.

The friendship leads to you being invited over to the Cullen residence frequently. During your time there it makes it easier for them to interact with you and watch you.

Sometimes you don’t even notice their longing glances.

At some point they all become frustrated. They want more from you but are restricted. By school, by your friends, by your family.

So they start to plan. With the help from Alice and Rosalie over the course of your final year at school, they convince you to apply to a university in Alaska. One that they themselves will be attending.

After you graduate they’ll make their move.

While everyone just assumes you’ve gone of to university, they know different.

They take you deep into the mountains, away from everyone else. Just the three of them for you.

In a little wooden house you’ll live. Watched 24/7 by the three of them. They tell you about you being their soulmate and them being vampires. At some point they have to show you because you don’t believe them.

You’re undoubtedly scared at first. But being isolated, you develop Stockholm syndrome quickly.

When they turn you (which you don’t have much choice in) you’ll be dependent on them.

Emmet’s strength comes in handy if you think you can get the upper hand and escape.

Jasper uses his powers to influence how you feel about them.

Edward uses his powers to monitor your thoughts. Any that could be a problem are shared with the others quickly.

Life with the three of them means you have no privacy.

It means you’re theirs completely.

#dark #yandere twilight #yandere Jasper hale #yandere emmet Cullen #yandere Edward Cullen #yandere Jasper Cullen #twilight #twilight yandere #angelsworks post #dark twilight #poly twilight

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onskepa · 1 year

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Na'vi mating with a human [1 on 1] Headcannon.

Hello, so after the great success of my first head cannons, I thought I do another. This time, just One Na'vi with one human. If you have not read the Poly head canon, I have put the link to it. You don't have to read it if ya don't want to, I will try not to cross them both. This is just my thoughts and ideas. You guys are welcome to use them as head starts for a possible fic, or use as reference. But please do credit me.

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If there are ranks to go by in the Na'vi tribe, you have the leaders on the highest top, and second to them, or, one rank below them is true mighty warriors.

They are successful warriors, hunters, and teachers for the future generation.

The mighty warriors are just as trusted as the people's Olo'eyktan and Tsahik.

So, after a few years of being mateless, the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik and decided to help him expand. By granting his permission to seek being the Na'vi people and see a potential human mate.

That is IF the might warriors choose a human for a mate. But none the less, a huge honor as only the two leaders can ever have a human for a mate.

To have a human mate can mean higher respect from the local Na'vi and as means to show where they lie in ranks of the tribe.

Of course having a human for a mate doesn't mean the mighty warrior can treat his human mate like a trophy to show off or treat them as bugs.

Having a human mate is the same as having a na'vi for a mate. To see them as an equal and to be just as loved and as well cherished.

Because not just any na'vi can have a human for a mate.

Because of massive differences, its not uncommon for some small clash to happen. Aside from language barrier, its a must for humans to learn the na'vi language so they can communicate and understand na'vi in general.

However, for the warrior's view on life, it changes drastically. From having the need to protect a whole clan, to the urge to protect their little mate.

They develop a soft spot for their human mate only. One they keep away from the other na'vi as means to protect their pride but also the privacy of their human mate.

As mate to a warrior, who returns with some form of cuts or bruises, it is essential for the human to learn at lease basics of healing. What better teacher than the Tsahik?

Being soft and easily breakable in the Pandora environment, the human mate would require extra protection. From being constantly watched over should they wish to explore the forest, down to how the home is to be full of soft and cushion materials.

Biologically speak, should na'vi and human have sexual activities, I don't think its easy, or possible to have a child between the two. Unless the human is an avatar then that is more than possible. but if it just a human only with no avatar body.

Planning for a future family may seem a impossibility, unless adoption or by the blessings of Ewya can they have kids.

That is all I got. dunno if I should make another, but again, I might add some stuff should an idea hit me. Whole knows. But I hope you all enjoyed it!

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barrenclan · 7 months

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hey, read the most recent issue- as an aroace person, i have...alot of issues with the term "Mateless"?

unless it's in universe meant to refer to a cat who's uninterested in a relationship, in which case that's fine. but the implication i got was it being a term for being aroace (or at the very least aromantic), which is...not good.

it runs with the idea that aroace people can't be in relationships or enjoy being in relationships, which is really harmful. as an aroace person in a romantic relationship, and hope to add more people to said relationship if the time comes, i can say it's completely inaccurate to assume all aroace folk aren't interested in romantic or sexual relationships. being aroace just means you don't have the attraction, but you can still like being in romantic and sexual relationships with other people.

hope this was easy enough to understand- if not feel free to DM me or smthn and i can go more in-depth. this is also not meant to be hostile at all- since i assume it was likely just ignorance, which is okay! aroace stuff tends to get burried alot so it's understandable :']

Hi! I really appreciate your concerns, I'm glad that you said something - I definitely never want people to feel like they can't critique me or the story. "Mateless" does in fact refer to a cat uninterested in romantic/sexual relationships, like Asphodelpaw and Egrettail. In this universe, human terms for sexuality don't exist, like Pinepaw referring to himself as a "tom who likes toms but not she-cats" rather than gay or homosexual. If there was a cat in the story who wanted a relationship/sex but felt no attraction for it, maybe they'd call themself something like "a mate with no sex" or "a mate without romance", when we would call them "aroace" or "grey-ace" or what have you. Who knows! "Mateless" very specifically refers to Asphodelpaw and Egrettail's positions. Like Egrettail says...

I myself am aromantic asexual, with no interest in sex or relationships. However this does mean I tend to bring that unconscious bias when writing a-spec characters, and I do genuinely apologize if it seems like I was excluding aro/ace people who have sex or are in relationships.

#ask #asphodelpaw #egrettail

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neopuppy · 8 months

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ok but that idea of enemy jeno nd step father johnny a/b/o sounds hella fire 🔥 i know you'd smash it my fave fics from urs are the abo ones 🔥

👀🤭🐺

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“At your age I was near ready to pop out my first pup,” the sound of your mother’s tongue flicking against the backs of her teeth always makes your chest hurt, it’s one you’ve grown accustomed to following her clear disappointment. “I’m fortunate pack leader allowed me to participate in the mating race last midsummer's moon, although I believe he had more ulterior motives than he’ll ever admit.” She grins to herself, ringing clean the furs you’ve spent all morning rinsing free of dirt at the river bank.

“Omega Sooyeon always told me that my Omega would lead me to my mate..” you mumble quietly to not receive a stern look that could escalate to a slap across your face faster than your next breath.

“That Omega..” she snickers, showing her unreasonable disdain for the pack’s healer. Most of it stemming from things out of even the Moon Goddess’s control. “She lives with her head in the clouds, you don’t see a mating mark on her neck, do you?” She smirks, neck stretched to one side proudly showing off the gash Pack Alpha left, still dark and deep as if his canines had dug a path in mere minutes ago.

“Either way, after discussing our current living situation, Pack Alpha believes it’s best to wed you off now. You’re far beyond ready to bare and raise pups. As the Pack leader's daughter, you need to uphold the pack’s integrity. I can no longer carry pups but there is no reason you should not.”

Your mother isn’t one to take your thoughts into consideration much, if ever. The resilience you’ve shown over years to following the standard Omega lifestyle has only earned various punishments and created distance in your relationship; because how embarrassing is it for the new stunningly beautiful Head Omega to walk arm in arm proudly with their pack’s leader with a fully grown Omega in tail- childless, mateless, and too hard headed to accept suitors.

“Now, take these to your father.” She says, throwing the heavy dried furs atop your shoulders with a nudge of her chin toward the door. “I shall drop the rest off after dinner.” The way her cheeks suck in let you know more than words how she has to hold back from mocking you again, skipping added commentary of how you’d rather be in the fields with Alphas covered in dirt fertilizing crops when you should really be fertilizing your eggs.

It’s not as if she hasn’t recounted enough(your whole life) what your only purpose is. Keeping your hair long, your skin clean and pretty, and your figure fit to the standard of Alphas.

‘We exist to satisfy our Alphas, there is no other purpose for an Omega.’

She shooed you away, reminding you to have hot water boiled and ready for Head Alphas bath tonight; because as useless as you may be, you’re not exempt from helping your mother keep her Alpha happy.

Bear furs weigh down your shoulders trekking across the pack to where Alpha Suh has been working for the day, distracting yourself by smiling and nodding at passerby’s instead of contemplating the possibility of the Pack Leader trying to marry you off.

“Ah, are those my furs?” He stays put, shouting over the loud cutting sound of sawing through logs of thick dark wood. “Smells fresh even from here.”

Pack Alpha dusts off his gloved hands, removing goggles from his sweat stricken skin and tossing them down onto a table together. “I expected your mother to deliver these.” He turns, hoisting the furs from your arms to throw over a chair nearby.

“Are you not happy to see me?” You ask quietly, searching for a cloth to wipe the Alphas chest.

“What makes you say that?” He lifts an eyebrow, wiping the back of his hand across his lips. “I expected her, but I’m much more pleased to see you.”

“I need to head back home to prepare your evening bath. How’s your back doing today Alpha Suh? I can pick up some crushed lavender and arnica extract from healer Sooyeon that might help..”

“What have I told you..” he moves to stand before you, raising the cloth in your grip to his chest, aiding your hand to clean off the drip of sweat rushing down to his navel. “About calling me that?”

“My apologies Alpha..” you continue to clean off residual scraps of wood shed and dirt holed between each divet of muscle melted to his skin by hard labor. “When I’m with my mother all day, I forget..”

“How was she today?” He hums, reaching to stroke your hair away from your face. “I know she does her best to be nice when I’m around, you’ll tell me if she’s been too hard on you when I’m not, yes?”

“Yes, daddy.” Johnny nods, tracing down your jaw to pinch your chin between his fingers. “She mentioned something..”

The Alphas gaze stays focused on you, ensuring his attention is all yours, smoothing his other hand down your arm to land at your waist with a squeeze. “Mother has been insistent that I participate in the mating hunt this upcoming full moon, she said you’ve discussed my unmated status..”

“We have.” He leans closer, pressing your back against a wall. “You know I do my best to keep her off your ass, but she makes a valid point. Even if you’re not my pup by blood, I am responsible for you, you’re to carry on my name in this pack.”

Johnny sighs, lifting your chin to raise your eyes to his. “It’s my fault—it’s your damn mothers fault for carrying your scent back then.. my Alpha couldn’t be stopped.” His grip around your waist tightens, palm sliding to the middle of your back. “Should have been you taking my knot under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess.”

The Alphas scent sours, wrinkling down his forehead the more he thinks about it. He couldn’t claim your mother had deceived him for carrying your scent on her garments without proof. What’s done is done and when he came down from the aphrodisiac high of wolfsbane to see your mother sprawled on his chest; a mating mark freshly opened, Johnny immediately knew he’d made a mistake.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Never.” His teeth snap, pulling you in close for your hands to cup his chest. “I’d never allow for that.” No. Not when you should be his mate instead of her.

“Is she lying? About marrying me off?” You ask, frowning at the thought of having to share small intimate moments with any Alpha other than the one shaking his head above you, swooping down to kiss against your temple.

“For the pack..” he mumbles against your skin, littering kisses down to your jaw. “We have to do this for the pack.”

“Why me?” Tears well up behind your eyes, circling around the Alphas waist to feel closer, seeking comfort from his warm touch. “I want to stay with you forever.”

“And you will,” tilting your head back, he stares into the wet gleam coating your gaze, grazing against your pouted lips. “I have a plan.”

#asks #WIP #probably not a WIP…#but never say never!#if I wrote something like this it’d be in parts(series) and very slow updates #jeno hard hours #johnny hard hours

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maademadeer · 6 months

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fortunally for you however, you're mateless

Asphodelpaw sketches

She belongs to @barrenclan

#my art #fanart #warrior cats #doodle #barrenclan #asphodelpaw #sketches

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gaily-daily-musings · 2 months

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Regency + Bridgerton + ABO

When he was younger and more stupidly eager to fall in love, Obi-Wan eloped with a handsome older alpha. He thought they would marry. He had so many daydreams of their future. His favorite had been of the two of them lounging together in front of the fireplace while Obi-Wan held their pups in his arms.

His hopes were swiftly crushed when the reality of the situation bore itself. After about a week holed up in bed, the alpha abandoned him. Obi-Wan had called around and looked across the city. There was no trace of him.

He had been forced to come home; husbandless and mateless. He was ashamed at his own naivety. But at least he had been spared the awfulness of becoming pregnant. If nothing else, he did not have to bear the child of an alpha that did not want him.

He became a social pariah overnight; ostracized by friends and family. He was eventually sent to live with his uncle in the city. The rumors and whispers followed him but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been.

Now at 38 he has accepted he will never find love or a mate. He is content with his life. He had to be.

He has stopped dressing in the delicate fashions of an omega. He dresses like a beta, plain but respectable. He's also grown a beard. It is unusual for one such as him but he keeps it trim and neat. Plus it's good for business. He owns a tailor shop in town and he knows how lucky he is to have his own income and way of remaining independent. He's acquired a steady clientele and is quite happy with his work.

Obi-Wan has been invited to the spring opening ball. It helps that he is friends with Bail and Breha who are high society members. They were the first ones who gave his little shop a try thereby giving his business a jumpstart. Obi-Wan doesn't go out much these days. He stays inside and works on his suits and ties and, on occasion, omegan dresses. To be honest he'd rather stay home where it's comfortable but it would be nice to mingle and spread the word about his shop. He hopes to make waves in the community with his original designs. He's got a new line this season that he's quite proud of. So he accepts the invitation.

Enter Lord Skywalker. He is 22 and ready to enter society and find a wife. His father has recently died and left him with the estate. He is this season's most eligible bachelor. He's got a rakish sort of smile that's more fitted for a scoundrel. He's got his eye on the diamond of this season: Padme Amidala. She was lovely, well mannered, and not to mention well bred. She would make a fine wife.

Anakin roams the room, conversing and scoping out the omegas. He hears the local gossip about Obi-Wan Kenobi being here. Who? He turns and sees the man they were whispering about. Apparently he was involved in some sort of scandal and fled to the city when he was younger. Anakin blocks out the rest. He doesn't care for gossip. It served him no purpose, and besides, he was here for other things.

Across the room as Obi-Wan talks with Bail and Breha he notices the young Lord Skywalker. Goodness the alphas had gotten even more handsome since he'd last been to one of these balls. But that was long ago. He feels a pang of nostalgia for all the dances he used to do. No one had asked him for a dance in years. He'd probably fall over his own feet if he tried now.

Back on the floor, Anakin isn't the only one on the prowl. Lord Rush Clovis is also in pursuit of Padme Amidala. Both alphas keep trying to ask her to dance or to get her a drink or start a conversation about the latest books they've read. Anakin has about had it. He's never liked Clovis before and he certainly doesn't now.

The two alphas start posturing and sniping at each other. Trying to figure out how to one up the other.

Currently, Clovis has stolen Amidala away for a dance. Anakin stalks the room, watching them with frustration. He decides to mingle with others to cool his rising temper. He says hello to the hosts of the evening, Mr. And Mrs. Organa. He is formally introduced to their good friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, the local tailor. He kisses the back of Kenobi's hand, remembering his manners as the late Lady Shmi had taught him.

“I'm sure with hands as beautiful as yours you do fine craft work indeed, sir.”

Obi-Wan bursts out laughing. He immediately stops and apologizes. If he were young that line would have worked. But he sees it now for what It is: an alpha trying out new material to prop up his own ego with pithy flirtations.

“Forgive me my Lord. Yes, I take great pride in my work.”

Anakin is flabbergasted. Most omegas fell over themselves with his attentions! Even Padme had blushed and smiled sweetly, obviously flustered by his scent and good genes. One would think a weathered, old omega like Mr. Kenobi would be grateful for even a crumb of attention from such a virile alpha!

Anakin bows his head politely and swiftly ends the conversion. The dance had ended and he wanted to go find Amidala again. Perhaps he should say something funny and make her laugh.

Instead finds Lord Clovis. Clovis turns to Anakin with a sneer. “Listen pup, I've been friends with Padme for years! She's not going to choose you over me!”

“If she was going to choose you she'd have done it already!”

“Listen, we both wish to pursue her and obviously neither of us are willing to back down.”

Anakin snorts. He had that right.

“I propose a wager. We let each man have his chance every other week. No interruptions. No sabotaging. No backstabbing. You may call on her on your days, I call her on mine. Then we both propose at the end of the season. Whoever she chooses wins.”

Anakin shakes his hand. Deal.

The only problem? Anakin has never wooed anyone before. It's fine though. He'll just wing it. He's been reliably informed that he can be very charming, so he's pretty sure he's got this in the bag.

He doesn't have this in the bag. He's fucked! He's messed this entire thing up!

Their first date had been horrendous. Anakin kept putting his foot in his mouth. At any point he would start to spout weird nonsense. (“Look! A bird! Is that a cardinal?” “That's a robin, My Lord.”)

(“I love warm weather! I love being warm! It's so nice to be warm don't you agree?”)

Not to mention Clovis was so much more up on the latest trends. Not to say that Anakin wasn't stylish, but it was hard to keep up with fluctuating fashion.

This train of thought leads him to remember meeting the local tailor, Kenobi. He enters the shop looking for a new suit. Kenobi is perfectly polite and helpful.

Obi-Wan gets out his measuring tape and starts to measure Lord Skywalker. He makes conversation as one does and asks for what occasion was the suit for? The Lord starts rambling on about wooing the Lady Amidala and how he needed to look his absolute best for her. Obi-Wan assures him he will look fantastic (though the Lord needed little help in that department). As he works Skywalker then switches gears and starts to rant about how he was contending with Lord Clovis for her affections and didn't Obi-Wan also find him daft? How did anyone put up with the man? He was so horrid and rude and overbearing and Obi-Wan lost count of the many, many complaints of Clovis’ character and face.

Obi-Wan smirks to himself. Looks like the young bucks were about to start fighting. Poor Miss Amidala caught in the middle. Then again maybe she found it entertaining. After all, he had thought so once upon a time as well.

He touches over Skywalker’s arms and legs, measuring each carefully. Skywalker was built very well. When he glances up he can see red dusting the man's cheeks. Oh my. The alpha seemed to be getting flustered.

“Have you been to many tailoring shops my lord?”

“Of course I have!” Skywalker snaps. Then he remembers himself. “Though never one owned by an omega I admit. It is a bit unusual.”

Obi-Wan brushes his hands over Skywalker’s chest as he measures across it. The Lord sucks in a breath. Obi-Wan couldn't stop smiling if he tried. It was probably just the mild indecency of the entire situation that had Skywalker reacting the way that he was. But Obi-Wan can't help but be flattered at the thought that he could fluster anyone at this point in his age. Especially an alpha like Lord Skywalker.

He finishes and has Skywalker step down.

“If I may be so bold, what are your plans on your next attempt at courting Miss Amidala?”

Skywalker tells him. It's all very standard and cliche. Nevertheless, he was clearly very earnest. Obi-Wan decides to give him some pointers. He's an omega after all and he knows what one would appreciate.

Anakin returns frequently for more suits. He had to stay on top of Clovis and his game after all. Plus Amidala–or Padme now–seemed to like his outfits. She complimented all of them. Anakin should have to take her here some time and have Kenobi make her a new dress or a hat perhaps. He really did do superb work.

As the weeks pass Anakin continues to return and talk to Obi-Wan about how it was coming along. Sometimes he waxes poetry about Padme and how their future will be perfect, already thinking about the names of their children. Other times it'll be about Clovis and his stupid face and how he will die alone and penniless.

Obi-Wan indulges him. He keeps giving him advice as well on what to do and say to help win her heart.

One day, out of the blue, Skywalker rushes into his shop utterly distraught. The source of his distress? He reveals Amidala had touched his hand.

Obi-Wan is confused. This was a good thing right?

“I didn't know if I was supposed to kiss it or hold it or rub my fingers over her wrist?!”

Oh sweet merciful father. The realization staggers him. This alpha was a virgin.

Obi-Wan shakes off the initial shock. It was actually kind of sweet now that he thinks about it. Many alphas did not wait for marriage these days.

Taking pity, Obi-Wan takes his hand and shows him. “Here. Like this.”

He caresses his wrist like one would a mate, scenting it lightly.

Skywalker is blushing again. Goodness it made him so handsome!

“And…and sh-should I hold her for very long?” He stammers out.

Obi-Wan answers any and all questions he has. Skywalker was so earnest in learning. So eager to please the omega he had chosen.

Several minutes later Skywalker asks shyly, “Can you teach me more?”

Obi-Wan hesitates. It wasn’t done. But Skywalker clearly wanted to do this. Neither did he want to send the boy into the red light district. They'd ruin him there. And, buried deep, there was a secret kernel that delighted in the fact Skywalker thought to ask him first. Trusted him enough to guide him.

And so they set up special visits to Skywalker’s home. They were disguised to look like private tailor sessions but in reality Skywalker just wanted to learn more about how to touch another romantically. They start to talk and bond. They have lunch together and take strolls through the estate garden.

Then Skywalker asks for Obi-Wan to teach him how to kiss. Obi-Wan couldn't refuse if he wanted to.

They press against each other sweetly. Just a small nip.

“Open up a little.” He says. Skywalker obeys.

They kiss again.

Skywalker pulls back and scrunches his nose. “Your mouth is very wet.”

“Yes, that's generally what the state of mouths usually are,” Obi-Wan chuckles.

They kiss more. By the end of the session Skywalker gets frighteningly good at it. One would never be able to tell this was his first time. He starts to explore Obi-Wan's arms and chest, letting his hands wander.

They break away, both gasping for breath that doesn't seem to want to come.

“That's enough for today I think,” Obi-Wan breathes.

“Oh,” Skywalker says, clearly disappointed. “You're right. I need to prepare for tomorrow.”

That's right. He was calling upon Amidala tomorrow.

Obi-Wan's heart twists at the thought of Skywalker kissing someone else like that. But his lips were never meant for him. This was all just temporary. He'd known that when he first agreed to it. Still, the logic did nothing to soothe his aching heart.

“I wish you success Lord Skywalker.”

“Please, we've exchanged many kisses by now. I should think you can call me Anakin.”

Obi-Wan smiles. “Anakin.”

He thinks he may see Anakin shiver but it must be a trick of the light.

Obi-Wan finds himself having a pleasant walk with Miss Kyze in the park. She was visiting family for the summer. They used to be playmates when they were small and he's missed her very much so.

Normally he would dress in the plain clothes of a beta. But he has forgone the long overcoat and cravat. Instead he thought he'd match Satine and wear something a little more suited for an omega. He currently sported a short, velvet jacket that was cropped around his middle. The tail of it flowed out and around him. Lace and frill adorned his trousers in a beautiful representation of spring. And of course to complete it, a top hat with his own style of ribbons and flowers.

Anakin happens upon them. He is currently walking with Amidala on his arm. He appears flustered and red in the face as if he's been running.

“Good day, my lord.”

“Good day,” Anakin replies hoarsely.

There is an awkward pause as Anakin just stares. He then jolts into action as he introduces Padme Amidala and Obi-Wan subsequently introduces Satine Kryze. Everyone bows politely.

Then Anakin blurts out, “Do you not have an alpha escorting you this day?”

Everyone looks at him.

“No, my Lord. But I assure you Miss Kyze and I are perfectly fine.”

Anakin purses his lips. Looking unsure. Obi-Wan knows it is only societal duty that has Anakin hesitating. For surely the man would not care otherwise and swiftly return to providing Amidala his attention?

“We could all walk together,” Anakin offers, not noticing Amidala’s raised brow.

Obi-Wan smiles. “That is very kind of you to offer. But I'm quite adept at walking at this point in my age.”

“Yes I–well I suppose…” Anakin trails off.

Obi-Wan means to press on, thinking the conversation done. But Anakin lingers, looking out of place and lost.

“Yes?” Obi-Wan asks. “Was there something else?”

Anakin mumbles and excuses himself. He pulls Amidala to him and they continue down the path.

“Obi-Wan, what have you done to that poor boy?” Satine asks him as soon as the two are out of earshot.

Obi-Wan looks back. “I've no idea.”

The thing about Anakin was that he swiveled between bold and insecure in a single drop of a pin. One could never hope to keep up with him.

“Teach me how to fuck!” He demands.

Obi-Wan had not even sat down yet. He was barely ten steps into Skywalker's home. He assesses the other man, alpha pride radiating off of him, petulantly demanding attention. He frowns up at him. He doubted Anakin was trying to use his height on purpose but he still didn't like it.

Anakin crumbles, all confidence melting as Obi-Wan continues his silence.

“...please.”

Obi-Wan folds his arms. What had brought this on?

Kissing and scenting were one thing. But making love was another thing entirely. As much as he wanted to, Obi-Wan cannot say yes.

“You do realize you can hire services for this sort of thing?” Even though the very suggestion pains him, Obi-Wan pushes the words out anyway. “They can be very discreet.”

“No!” Anakin stops and clears his throat. Embarrassed at his outburst. “I mean, I want it to be you. I trust you, Obi-Wan. You're my friend.”

Obi-Wan sallows. “I shall have to think about it.”

Obi-Wan is panicking. This has escalated into something he's no control of. The problem isn't that Anakin wants to have sex, the problem is that Obi-Wan is already halfway in love with him. It wouldn't be fair to take advantage in this way. Using the little Lord like this for his own selfish desires.

Anakin keeps pestering him about it day by day, needling away at his resolve. He asks when he comes into his shop for a new pair of gloves or coat. He asks him at home when they're talking or kissing. It happens every time they see each other. He can't take much more of this. Lord have mercy he's only a man.

It finally happens in a way neither of them really anticipate. Obi-Wan is currently taking measurements for an alpha in his shop. The alpha was making snide comments about his “shoddy” work and insulting his business. Obi-Wan tries to ignore it. He is not new to unruly customers. This one was just like all the rest. And so long as he paid he could be as rude as he liked.

But then Anakin enters and everything takes a turn. Normally the man would wait quietly by the wayside for Obi-Wan to finish attending to his current customer. But as the alpha continued to make offhand comments, Anakin bristled from his corner. It doesn’t take long for him to step in and defend Obi-Wan's honor. He tells, more demands, that the other alpha leave. The other man snarls, offended. Anakin growls back at them to leave before they come to regret it.

The other alpha takes in Anakin's form. He was taller and bigger. They huff and concede. “Fine, I didn't want to buy anything from a subpar omega anyway.”

Anakin locks the door behind the alpha, making sure they did not try to come back.

“You didn't have to do that,” Obi-Wan says. “I'm used to it.”

“You shouldn't be!” Anakin nearly shouts. “You're amazing! You deserve more than this!”

Obi-Wan frowns. “This is my life's work and I'm quite proud of it.”

Anakin winces. He was always putting his foot in his mouth. “I meant more than what they give you! More than what they say about you.”

Anakin takes Obi-Wan's hand and kisses his wrist. Tender and sweet, just the way he'd shown him several months ago. “You're the most incredible person I've ever met.”

He didn't say an incredible omega. He said incredible person.

Obi-Wan has a hard time meeting Anakin's gaze. He wasn't used to people praising him. His work certainly. But personally? No.

“Well I seem to recall an alpha telling me such beautiful hands must produce beautiful work.”

Anakin smiles. He's so dashing it hurts. He turns Obi-Wan's hand over and kisses his palm too. He nuzzles Obi-Wan, scenting him unconsciously

“I'll teach you.” It spills out of him. He can't take it back now.

Anakin's eyes widen in surprise. He grins in delight.

“You will?” He falls into Obi-Wan, hugging him close and eager to get started. Obi-Wan pulls back, resting a soft hand on Anakin's chest. “Darling please, I'm not so young anymore. Be gentle.”

“You're not that old.”

“Thank you for thinking so.”

He tries to convince this impossible alpha that he needed to close up shop so they could go back to his home where it's more comfortable and safe. But Anakin wants to do it now. He is practically vibrating with need. Obi-Wan should say no. He should. But the word gets stuck under his tongue. Obi-Wan wanted him just as badly. He was already getting wet. Perhaps it was better to do it here. If he had to wait for a carriage the smell of his arousal would only get worse. The driver and staff would all smell him. He'd be mortified.

Obi-Wan leads Anakin to the back where it's filled with choice fabrics and cotton. He sets about making a makeshift nest. Then he takes off his clothing one by one. He turns to see Anakin is just standing there rooted to the spot and blinking furiously.

“Take off your clothes, Anakin. Or shall I help you?”

Anakin audibly swallows. He starts to unbutton his jacket and undoes his cravat. Obi-Wan lies down in his nest, watching Anakin undress. The sight is a lovely one. Each section of golden skin is like a present. He commits it to memory. This is all he will ever be allowed to have and he will cherish it.

Obi-Wan pats the space beside him, urging Anakin to sit down. Anakin comes. He always comes to him. Despite his earlier eagerness he seems jittery, nervous.

“I want to be good for you,” Anakin admits softly, his confession sweetening the air.

It is the alpha that is supposed to teach their omega about sex. They're supposed to be the experienced party on such matters. But Anakin has no idea what he's doing with Obi-Wan. He just wants to make him feel good.

Just like with his kisses, Obi-Wan found Anakin’s innocence sweet. At times the alpha would act arrogant and pompous like any high society member should act; like he was owed the world. But once Obi-Wan peeled back the layers, he'd discovered it was all bravado. A boy trying to be a man.

It was adorable.

“Come here, dearest.”

Obi-Wan pulls him closer. He takes Anakin's hand and slowly guides it down to his entrance. His sex is glistening, heavy with gushing arousal.

“I'll show you what to do.”

Anakin presses a finger against his throbbing hole. “I don't wanna hurt you.”

“You won't.”

Obi-Wan remembers those days spent in that hotel room with what he thought would be his future husband. It had been nice. He had found and experienced pleasure there. And even though it was tainted by what happened after, the sex had not been bad. He'd had nothing to compare it to after all.

Anakin pushes in and every single memory of his first time is pushed out. Anakin grips him like he'll die without him. He kisses like he's on fire and Obi-Wan is water. He fucks him like he's the only one he'll ever want the rest of his life. Anakin consumes him, down to his last cell. Nothing will ever be better than this, than Anakin. He didn't know sex could be like this.

He strokes himself and comes. Anakin growls, thrusting wildly at the sight of Obi-Wan undone. He pops his knot in and it's like something inside his soul clicks. Anakin rolls his hips in little thrusts, riding his high.

They breathe heavily, locked together and spent. Anakin kisses Obi-Wan's face, his nose and cheeks and chin. He feels himself start to grow hard again while still inside the other man. Obi-Wan whines. Just hearing it makes Obi-Wan blush. He can't believe that sound came out of his body. He doesn't remember ever being this needy. But he needed Anakin.

Anakin starts moving again, rolling his hips despite the fact they were still knotted. Obi-Wan can feel his cock inside him harden and grow. He pants, whining again. Higher this time. The knot is pulsing, throbbing against his inner walls. He moans Anakin's name over and over again.

Anakin dips down and captures his lips, tasting his name upon them. Overwhelmed, Obi-Wan bites him. It's not enough to draw blood but Obi-Wan apologizes nonetheless. It was unbecoming to try and bite someone that was not one's intended mate.

“It's alright,” Anakin murmurs against his throat. “I kind of liked it. You should do it again.”

Obi-Wan does not do it again. Anakin tries not to be disappointed. Still, it was ridiculous how hot it had made Anakin to know he could make such a poised and proper man so wild with lust it made him forget himself. He wants to make Obi-Wan make that sound again. He wants to make him moan and shake until he can't stand it. He wants to…

Anakin spills over again, nestled deep within in. He wanted Obi-Wan to be full of his cum. Full of love. Full of Anakin.

They are woken in the morning by loud knocking and curious voices. Obi-Wan jolts up from the floor where he and Anakin were sprawled. Oh no: customers. He rubs his face and groans. They'd spent the whole night there.

“Anakin? Darling, wake up.”

He brushes the hair away from Anakin's sleeping face. Anakin stirs. He yawns and sits up.

“What is it?”

“We fell asleep. You have to go now.”

The smell of sex was everywhere. Not to mention one of the finished jackets that had been hanging up had been damaged. God, that must be the client at the door ready to pick it up. He'd told them it'd be ready today.

He couldn't just ignore them until they went away. He had to open the door. And once he did there would be no masking the scent or evidence of what has transpired. It would take days to air the shop out. Obi-Wan wouldn't be able to deny it.

Obi-Wan hurries, stress beginning to set in. He puts his clothes back on then throws Anakin his clothes and tells him to get dressed.

“Obi-Wan?”

“You have to leave! You can't be here!”

His shop and sales would surely take a hit. He should have known better. When would he stop falling into bed with alphas? When would he learn?

Anakin argues. If he was so worried then just stay closed? But Obi-Wan cannot do that. It's not that simple. This was his livelihood.

“It's alright Anakin. Just go.”

Anakin hesitates.

“If anyone finds you here it won't be good for your reputation.”

Anakin frowns. “I don't care.”

Obi-Wan nearly rolls his eyes. “You don't mean that. You have your whole life ahead of you! You have no idea what it means to be a social outcast!”

They stare at one another. The knocking is getting insistent. The voice sounds angry and impatient.

“Go Anakin.”

“But I…”

“I highly doubt Amidala will consider your hand in marriage if she hears you slept with your tailor.”

Anakin’s jaw shuts. Obi-Wan tries not to be hurt. He'd known he was just practice after all. He ushers Anakin to the back door and shoves him through. He closes the door and turns to face the consequences of his choices.

Obi-Wan had worked hard to separate himself from his boyhood mistakes. He'd toiled and studied and took insults with grace. And although his reputation would never be what it once was, the community finally accepted Kenobi the tailor. He had done it. He'd carved out a life for himself. But now it seems his reputation was dashed once again.

Rumors fly about how Kenobi was a promiscuous omega that lured alphas into his place of business. A whore. He probably had alphas pay him in sex instead of money because he was so lonely and desperate.

He'd known better than this. He'd known it could never end any other way. But Obi-Wan had lived his whole life without someone to share it with. And even if it was only for a few short moments, he's glad it got to share something with Anakin. And who knows? Maybe they'll invite him to the wedding.

Several days later Anakin returns to the shop. It's been quiet recently. Not a lot of clients.

“I'm sorry it took me so long,” Anakin says. “But you were right, I had to think about my future and what I want.”

Obi-Wan's shoulders sag. This was it. They would end their friendship here and now.

However, to his horror and complete shock, Anakin tries to propose.

He starts spouting nonsense and whimsical poetry. “Your beauty has no compare! Your character of strength has gripped me beyond measure! I cannot think about anyone else but you! I love you, Obi-Wan. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.”

Obi-Wan cannot bear it. He turns away. He was the boy's first sexual experience. Anakin is just confused.

“You're just confused.”

At first Anakin is taken back, asking Obi-Wan to elaborate, then the anger comes as he realizes he's being rejected. Obi-Wan remains steadfast in the face of Anakin’s vehement arguing.

“I'm not what you need, Anakin.”

He was still more of a boy than a man. Obi-Wan knew what it was like to fancy yourself in love. This was a simple infatuation that would pass.

“But I do love you!” Anakin says. “Why do you not believe me?”

Obi-Wan couldn't allow himself to be selfish. Amidala was beautiful and kind and would be a perfect match.

“Maybe you do, but even if that were true it doesn't change the fact I am but a humble tailor. I'm not a good match for you.”

“I don't care about that! I don't care about any of it!”

“What about children?”

Anakin stops. “What?”

“I'm past my prime, Anakin. I don't know if I can even have kids.”

Anakin has talked of pups before back when he waxed on about his future with Amidala. He wanted children. He would be an amazing father. He deserved that if nothing else.

“I don't care,” Anakin says again, though much more subdued. “I need you, Obi-Wan. My heart beats in your chest.”

Obi-Wan smiles sadly. Perhaps in this moment Anakin really didn't care about having children, but he would months or years down the road. And beyond his feelings on the matter he still needed an heir.

Obi-Wan had nothing to offer him. His social standing was in tatters, his business was dying, and he couldn't even provide the one thing all alphas needed from an omega. He was a terrible choice. He'd only bring Anakin down with him.

“No, my Lord.” He steps back, putting distance between them.

Anakin tries to move towards him, but Obi-Wan shakes his head. Anakin's arms hang loosely at his sides, limp and useless.

He was lovely when he cried, Obi-Wan thinks. Anakin's tears are fat and glistening. They roll down his cheeks. Anakin wipes them away angrily, pushing away his heartache.

He snaps at Obi-Wan, growing mean. He says hurtful things. Awful things.

“Perhaps if you weren't such a coward you wouldn't be so alone! No wonder no one ever wanted you!”

He storms off, slamming the door behind him. Obi-Wan swears if he looks down he'll see both their shattered hearts on the floor.

About a week later he learns of Amidala’s engagement. He tries to be happy for them, really puts in a valiant effort. But it was difficult.

The bell to his shop sounds. Obi-Wan looks up. He is surprised to find Miss Amidala. She smiles kindly at him. She is perfectly cordial and courteous.

She invites him to the wedding. Obi-Wan is nonplussed that she would do so personally.

“I would like you there please. Say you'll come?”

She did not say Anakin would like him there, in fact she does not mention him at all. Did Anakin send her? Did he even know she was here? Their friendship had been no secret. Perhaps she'd assumed they were in a tiff and decided to do them a favor.

Obi-Wan burns with the need to ask. But he stays his tongue. Regardless of her answer he knew he would go. Of course he would.

She buys a hat before leaving and gives him another undeserved smile. If she knew what had happened a mere fortnight prior she would not have asked. Perhaps she did not listen to local gossip. Or perhaps she put no stock in rumors. Either way, Obi-Wan would need to figure out what he was going to wear.

The wedding is held in a beautiful church. Obi-Wan stays near the back, trying to blend into the wall. He'd debated dressing in his absolute best. But it wasn't like he was trying to show off, he wasn't here to win Anakin back.

He settles for something in between, a nice Sunday suit. Obi-Wan sits on the back pew waiting for the ceremony to get started. He'd seen Amidala earlier to drop off her last minute veil. He apologized for the late delivery (he'd dragged his feet admittedly) and she assured him it was fine. She'd given him almost no notice for it after all. She'd looked quite radiant in it, a perfect bride.

Someone sits down beside him. Obi-Wan turns. He almost thinks his mind is playing tricks on him for he swears he's staring at Anakin Skywalker.

Obi-Wan looks sharply up at the altar. There is no groom. Only the maid of honor, Sabe Naberrie. The music starts to play signaling to everyone it had begun. Obi-Wan looks back at Anakin. He's still there.

“What are you doing?!” He hisses. “You need to get back! Your wedding is about to–”

The chapel doors open. Everyone turns to look. Padme Amidala walks through. She smiles at Sabe across the aisle. Obi-Wan stares. And he stares. He watches Miss Amidala walk up to the altar to join Miss Naberrie who–he now realizes–is dressed in fine alpha attire.

Oh.

He'd…he had assumed that…he glances over at Anakin. The other man's brow is raised in question. Obi-Wan turns back to the front. Turns out it was rather hard to keep up with local news and gossip when one's shop was suffering a lack of clientele.

“Padme told me you were coming,” Anakin whispers.

“So you did send her then,” Obi-Wan whispers back.

“No, she's just smarter than me.”

Anakin watches the two women.

“She also said you looked like you were about to cry the whole time.”

Obi-Wan sighs. “Did you enjoy watching me flounder about like a fool?”

“Actually yes.”

Obi-Wan snorts. He can't begrudge him for that he supposed. He did break his heart after all.

“I'm sorry for what I said when I left. I did not mean those things.”

“All is forgiven, Anakin.”

“But they were awful–”

“Yes, they were. But the past is past. It does not matter anymore, my friend.”

They fall silent again. Amidala and Naberrie exchange vows. It was quite lovely actually.

Anakin turns to look at him. “What will it take for you to marry me?”

“Anakin, this is hardly the time!”

“I can make you happy, Obi-Wan. Please let me try.”

At the front of the church the priest pronounces them Alpha and Omega, married until death. The two kiss.

“Anakin please,” he can't do this again. Not again. He's not strong enough to reject this man twice. And yet he must.

Anakin may not have married Amidala, but that didn't mean he should marry him. Obi-Wan was still a poor choice. Nothing had changed about that.

“I can't give you what you need.”

He couldn't stand it if Anakin grew to resent his choices later in life. And he would. Obi-Wan knows it.

“You're all I need. Nothing else.”

The wedding couple walks back down the aisle together. People stand and clap as they pass.

Obi-Wan flees. Anakin was right. He was a coward.

He can hear Anakin call out for him but he ignores it. Maybe he'll get tired of chasing after him and leave him alone.

He's made it out of the church and is headed for the back to hide somewhere when something snatches his wrist. Anakin spins him around, forcing Obi-Wan to face him. They're both breathing hard, twin expressions of desperation.

Anakin grips him hard, lest Obi-Wan wiggle out of his grasp and disappear. He kneels down on one knee. Obi-Wan's heart flies into his throat. No, no, no! Anyone could walk this way and see them!

“Obi-Wan, l'll respect your wishes if you refuse. But please allow me this last try.”

Obi-Wan begins to tremble. They were out in the open, hearts and desire bare for all the world should anyone look. But Anakin is only looking at him. It's as if he is not aware of his surroundings. Only Obi-Wan exists for him in this moment.

“Marry me, Obi-Wan.” Anakin kisses his knuckles reverently, pleadingly. “Choose me, because I will always choose you.”

Obi-Wan is used to having his heart torn and shattered. He's used to people being careless and cruel. But this ache does not feel like he's breaking, it feels like the stitch of a needle.

“I'll never deny you. I'll always be there when you need me. Marry me, Obi-Wan.”

This may yet end in regret and anger and hurt. But maybe it won't. Obi-Wan would never know until he tried. Didn't he deserve to try?

Obi-Wan feels his lips move, his heartbeat is thunder in his ears. But he holds Anakin's gaze and he feels the world slow.

“...yes.”

#Their pairing is the talk of the entire town for months #Nothing can top it in the rumor mill #The wedding is a grand affair #Anakin spares no expanse #They dance for hours and hours #lost in each other #And yes #Obi-Wan does indeed get pregnant with the twins #regency au #obikin fic

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