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Claim (Alpha Eijiro x Omega Reader)

Day 3 of Breedingtober

<<MASTERLIST>>

The zombie Apocalypse is never a great place for an Omega, but Eijiro appears in your life making it a bit easier.

Warning: This chapter does depict signs of domestic abuse and intimidation done to reader BUT NOT DESCRIBED, GUNS, Shooting, Undead, OMEGAVERSE, ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU, SMUT, KNOTS, slick, cum, BREEDING KINK, praise and slight degradation, blow job, deep throat, mentions of saliva, BLOOD, biting CROSS OVER ALERT- Kuroko no Basketball (this is unnecessary to the story plot, I just needed characters. If you have read my story Ikigai, you'll be pretty familiar with the layout of the camp and other shit)

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Eijiro paused as he waited for anything to happen, anything at all. He took a moment before motioning forward. The group moved forward, rifles out as they neared the motel that seemed otherwise unoccupied from the outside, however the boarded up windows were a concern that would be tackled in the moment.

Katsuki paused at the look of the old motel. Despite the apocalypse, it looked pretty good, stable, for a building that had survived the apocalypse. He glanced to his right from the tree he stood behind. “Sero.” He voiced out lowly.

Sero swallowed down hard as he looked through his scope. The tall lanky Beta was up in the tree tops, having stayed out of sight and higher up in the foliage to ensure that if they did have any enemies that were alive, they wouldn’t see him. “Its dark. I don’t see any movement inside.”

The blond glanced to the giant red head beside him. The large Prime Alpha was quiet for a moment as he surveyed the area for another second. He nodded. “On my lead, Izuku and Shoto watch our six.” He stated simply as he moved forward past the tree line towards the back of the motel.

The back door didn’t seem boarded up or nearly as crowded. There weren’t any undead in sight, and if they were, they had a bullet hole in their head that suggested that they weren’t a threat. Eijiro stood in front of the door, Katsuki staying to the left side of the door pointing his rifle so that if the door opened and there was someone inside he could have access to the right side of the room, while Mina did the same on the right side. Eijiro took a moment, before trying the door handle. It was locked.

Of course, it was.

Eijiro hardened his hand, crushing the lock with ease and opening the door. Inside he was met with darkness. He was quiet as he moved to feel for a light switch. Right as he felt the switch he smelt a scent. Recent. Too recent to not still be in the room. Just as he switched on the lights there was a loud bang sound.

“Eijiro!”

Katsuki and Mina immediately both had their riffled aimed inside the room as the sound of a bullet clattering to the ground was heard. The room was heavily silent. There were six people in the room from what Katsuki could tell but that didn’t matter because they all had their eyes on Eijiro. Eijiro had hardened his head, and with a sort of metallic sound, he was back to normal. Not a scratch on him.

He let out a breath as he looked around the room. “And this is why I go in first.” He let out truthfully.

“I thought you shot that guy!” A red haired man said as well. His hair was a ruby red and short with eyebrows that sort of reminded Mina of Tokoyami’s head. He held a gun up as well as he looked to his comrade who had fired the shot.

The Alpha hadn’t taken his eyes off of Eijiro for a second, dark blue eyes with matching colour hair. His tanned skin contrasting favourably with his hair as he held the gun with a trained grip. “I did, Kagami, unless you didn’t notice that the guy can turn into a fucking rock.”

There was another tall one with green hair and matching eyes, he adjusted his glasses as he looked at the intruders with a judgemental and analytical look in his eyes. “Then shoot one of the others.”

Eijiro took a step forward, putting everyone else on edge. “I wouldn’t advice that, pal.” He let out roughly as he frowned at the glasses wearing one. “Lets be civil about this.”

“Civil my ass.” The blue one scoffed with a low underlying growl. He snarled over at them. “You trespass on our grounds and you wanna be civil.” Katsuki scowled with a low growl, however that wasn’t what had Aomine so irked. Aomine, the blue one, let out another growl. “And this giant rock isn’t even looking at me.”

“It’s because he’s smart.” A man who sat in a magenta chair spoke out as he had Eijiro’s full attention. Although he was shorter than the other Alphas in the room he had an air of dominance and control that clearly showed who had the most amount of power here. His gaze was heavy on Eijiro but Eijiro didn’t back down. The large redhead held his gaze as if he had nothing better to do. Akashi scoffed but smiled, as he pushed himself off the chair. “Akashi Seijuro, Head Alpha of the Generation of Miracles.” He spoke leisurably.

At this point, Katsuki had motioned for Shoto and Izuku to come inside to make the playing ground more fair. “Kirishima Eijiro, Head Alpha of Pack A.” Eijiro responded.

Akashi put his hands behind his back, not a gun on him as he walked to stand in front of Eijiro. “Why are you here? You’re not dead yet, which means you’ve survived long enough to have your own resources. So why come here?”

Eijiro looked around the room. He shrugged not feeling particularly up to answering. “Truthfully, we were bored.”

His answer caused the other Miracles to growl. At the sound of their growling, Katsuki, Izuku and Shoto returned it. Akashi put a hand up that stopped their growling. He frowned at the taller Prime Alpha, his presence imposing on him. Unlike Akashi, there was a hierarchy here now that waws upset because of Eijiro’s appearance. As the only Apex in the room, it meant that he was at the top. And that never set well with Akashi because he was always at the top.

Eijiro sniffed before his eyebrows raised slightly. He sniffed again as he looked towards a large purple haired Alpha that seemed to be blocking something. Something that smelt much too sweet to be an Alpha’s scent. His eyebrows twitched as he felt his Alpha stir at the scent.

Akashi didn’t like that.

“Let go of me!” You whined as you pushed against Murasakibara, the larger than life purple haired Alpha that looked rather tired and drained. He looked a lot like Shinso in that aspect. “I wanna see.”

He looked back to you with a low growl as you were stuffed in a corner behind him. “No, Y/N-chin. Aka-chin said no.” He reasoned.

You let out a low hiss, your scent turning sour in anger. “Seijuro!” You shouted from where you were. You dropped to the flow, peaking from behind the tall Alpha’s legs to look at the Head Alpha of your group. That’s when Eijiro first saw you, with a frown on your face and determination in your eyes. Eijiro’s Alpha perked up at the sight of you. You were the most beautiful Omega he had ever seen in his life. You frowned as you looked to the Alpha who didn’t even look at you, who was too busy scowling at Eijiro’s attention on you to notice much of your anger. “Seijuro, tell him to let me go.”

“Y/N, I told you to get in the other room with Tetsuya and you didn’t listen.” He reminded you, when you had first spotted Pack A from outside.

You rolled your eyes. “They’re people, Seijuro, just like we are.” You reasoned as you put a hand to your chest. That didn’t seem to sit well with the other Alpha at all. You rolled your eyes as you turned to look up at Eijiro, your eyes looking up at him with something he wasn’t entirely sure what to call. “Excuse me, Head Alpha Kirishima,” You spoke with your head slightly down and exposing your neck towards him. At the sign of respect and submission, Eijiro couldn’t help but find you looking even more tempting. An approving rumble left his chest, showing that he was willing to listen to you. Akashi motioned for Murasakibara and Kise, who were the closest to you in your group, to block you out of sight, which made you let out a small yelp. At the sound Katsuki glanced at Eijiro who scowled at Akashi.

With another hiss you somehow managed to bully your way out from their grasp. “I swear I will bite your knots off!” You glared at the two of them for trying to stop you. The both of them lifted up their hands in surrender as you glared at them. You then turned back to Eijiro. Akashi, moved to block your path, showing he didn’t want you moving closer to the other Alpha. You frowned at him, but obeyed him as your Head Alpha. “Head Alpha Kirishima, tell me, is your pack based near here?”

Eijiro’s gaze eased at the sight of you. He nodded. “Yes, it is. Maybe a day’s walk away but nothing that can’t be tackled. Just further out of the city.”

You hummed as you nodded your head at that information. He could tell that slowly you were releasing your sweet scent into the air to try and calm things down and decrease the tension. As the only Omega in the room, Eijiro was appreciative of your actions. “How many pack members?”

“Twenty-One.” He answered simply.

You perked up at the number and glanced at Aomine with a pointed glare. It was a wordless exchange with the large blue haired Alpha but he scowled and looked away with a tsk. He knew what you were trying to tell him. If he had killed Eijiro, you all would have been way too over your head with the group you were dealing with.

You turned back to look at Eijiro. You swallowed down heavily before looking between Akashi and Eijiro. “It’s futile fighting it’s futile trying to kill each other. How about we talk about a possible alliance or maybe even… merge.” At the mention of your suggestion, Akashi let out a low growl at you. His magenta eyes bore into you with almost malice at the thought. You lowered your stature slightly but stood your ground. You took a step closer to him. “We need it, Seijuro.” You whispered to him before turning to Eijiro. “Humanity is better together than separated. Don’t you think, Head Alpha Kirishima?” You asked.

Eijiro hesitated as he saw Izuku and Katsuki glance at each other before glancing at him. Eijiro let out a heavy breath as he thought on it for a moment. “More people mean more mouths to feed, it means more noise, it means more attraction from bad people or the undead.” He explained.

“It also means more hands to help and more eyes on the ground.” You rebutted. Eijiro’s eyebrow twitched with a slight smirk. You shrugged. “Its better to have packmates than uncertain friends.”

Eijiro looked to Katsuki. The blond Alpha looked up to him before looking over at the group in front of him. Then his eyes looked to you. Then he looked to Eijiro. Eijiro looked over to Izuku. The green haired Alpha glared at the opposing side but then looked to his Head Alpha. He huffed but kept his grip on his rifle. Eijiro looked to Akashi but answered to you. “I’m willing to discuss.”

Akashi scowled.

You smiled. “Wonderful! Please, it’s late and its past sunset. Stay the night.” You encouraged, happy to see new faces as you looked around to all of them brightly. Your packmates were not so bubbly.

It took a long time for the negotiations to be met and for either side to be somewhat happy. You also got to learn all their names. You learnt quickly that the pink woman’s name was Ashido Mina, she was a beta and she was very extroverted and lovely. Although the other Omega in your group, Kuroko Tetsuya wasn’t so eager about her extervertedness, you didn’t seem to mind. Then there was the other Beta in the group, and Mina’s partner, Sero Hanta. He was nice and rather laid back and didn’t seem bothered by the Alphas in the room. Then there was an Alpha similar to him, Todoroki Shoto. From then you realised that they were all old heroes from before the world went to shit. Shoto was just as you remember him from all the girls that had crushes on him, stoic and quiet. Then there was the loud Alpha that you knew from the tabloids, Bakugou Katsuki. The blond was trigger happy which was a bad combination with Aomine and Kise but they were pretty satiated easily.

Then there were two Alphas that peaked your interest. First was the green haired Alpha with freckles on his cheeks and a dangerous yet friendly look in his eyes that could change at any moment. Midoriya Izuku. At first you thought the Alpha was a rather friendly a passive person, and you weren’t too offput by his presence, but you realised the undertones of a prime Alpha in him. It was clear that he wasn’t trying to present himself as such and yet he carried a presence to him. Then lastly was the Alpha that you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on, Kirishima Eijiro. He was the largest out of their group, pure muscle and an absolute tank of an Alpha. Although he was friendly to you, always looking deep into your eyes as if he could read you like an open book, he held a firm presence to him that told you why he was Head Alpha. Even when you went to bed last night, in a room upstairs with Tetsuya, you couldn’t help but think about him.

How large he was. How deep his ruby eyes were. How sharp those teeth were that could puncture into your neck so easily.

It was such thoughts that plagued your brain. You tried not to think about them as the next day you had a lot of walking and relocating to do. You were quickly ushered to putting on your scent blockers along with Kuroko because of how dangerous it was for Omegas now in this new world. Zombies were drawn to Omega’s scents like flies to a carcass. It was horrifying how one sniff of the scent could send them all barrelling towards the closest Omega first. So you had to be careful and under the radar as you travelled.

The best part of travelling is that everyone had to be quiet in order for it to be successful and for you all not to attract attention, which meant no fighting of the two opposing groups. However, Eijiro was right as the further you left from the city, deeper into the woods, just a days walk, did you reach large walls made out of metal and wood that blocked out anything from the outside, it was well hidden too which was a good thing. With a wave from Eijiro, you were all allowed inside into the large compound.

At the sight and sound of bustling people working around the area, you couldn’t help but feel excited and almost nostalgic at the sight. The camp had one side with a river as its border so that there was a constant source of water. The sound of the river seemed to numb most sounds of the people inside making it a great noise canceler. It almost seemed like it used to be a camping site, with cabins and a cafeteria too. Of course, there were newly built structures too and tents too, but it was functional, and it was working and it was beautiful.

You were quickly introduced to the pack and to the few other Omegas that were there, and you were put into a cabin with some other Omegas, away from the Alphas in the Miracles for the first time in a long time. It was almost relieving to have your own space again in some sort of way. And you also had a hot meal. You hadn’t had one in a long time, but you did have one.

You were happy in this new camp with all these new people too.

You sat on a tree stump around one of the fires that were lit to keep people warm. You looked up at the stars, looking at how bright they were without the city lights and all the pollution. It was a bit of a chilly night, but that was to be expected near a river.

“Hey.” You turned your attention over to Eijiro who moved over to sit next to you on another old stump. The large Alpha held two hot cups in his hands. He wore a light sweater that suited him well as he offered the one cup to you.

You smiled warmly at the gift and accepted. “Evening Head Alpha Kirishima, thank you.” You bowed your head in gratitude as you looked down at the cup. It smelt like tea which you were now very grateful for. You held the mug between your hands as you kept your body warm.

“No, please.” He waved a hand down. “No need for the formalities, Eijiro is fine.” He assured you.

“You are Head Alpha of his pack,” You said reminding him. “I have to acknowledge that.”

Eijiro looked at you for a moment intrigued by the statement. He scoffed as he looked down. “Well, at the end of the day, I’m just Eijiro. But if you want, Kirishima is also fine.” He informed you as he turned to look at you, the light of the fire illuminating in his ruby eyes. “So, how have you been? How’s the pack treating you? I hope the duties you were assigned aren’t too much.”

You smiled. “Well. Very well. And don’t worry about the duties, I understand. We all have to pitch in to help and keep this place running, it only makes sense.” You assured him of your understanding as you nodded your head. “You’re all so nice and I’ve made some good friends, like Mina, Momo and Pony, even with Shinso. I’m…” You looked up to the stars once again with a smile. “I’m glad I’m here.”

Eijiro watched you for a moment. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him and why he was so fascinated by you. You were something else entirely and he loved to watch you. He could sense so much from within you. At first, he was worried it was just because you were an Omega and conveniently, a good looking one at that. There weren’t many Omegas left and he was worried that his dumb Alpha just wanted you for your second gender. However, watching you as practical Head Omega of your group, watching your reasoning and your way of thinking was more attractive than anything physical.

Eijiro looked down at his cup, “Well…” he turned to look at you. “I’m glad that you’re here.” You turned to him in surprise at the statement, your eyes wide as you stared at the Alpha next to you. “From what I’ve seen, you’ve been doing well here. Not many people can adapt as easily as you have.” He spoke truthfully. You ignored the warmth in your face as being caused by the fire and not his words.

You moved to drink from your tea before it got cold. You swallowed down hard. “So… what have you been up to?” You asked him.

He let out a breath. “Been moving and chopping some logs and had some meetings with Iida and Akashi and the others, by the way, he really doesn’t like it here.” You giggled making him smile. “I’m serious, he acts like I’m condemning him to hell.”

“He’s just…” You hesitated as you let out a soft scoff. “He doesn’t like change.”

Eijiro nodded as he kept looking at his cup. He took a sip of his own tea as a comfortable silence settled between the two of you. The low rush of the river and crickets nearby along with the hush of people talking behind you filled the space between the both of you. “So… is he your Alpha?” He asked casually, but felt a heavy stone at the back of his throat.

You snorted as you shook your head. “God no. None of them are. I mean… sure we’re a pack and I’m an Omega so, I don’t really have much chose when it comes to…” You stopped yourself before you got too personally, and looked down at your grip on your cup. Your grip was harsh. “But I’ve never let one of them claim me. I mean, it’s the end of the fucking world and I shouldn’t be so picky… so many Omegas out there who didn’t make it would kill to have a choice of mate like me, but I…” Your voice trailed on, not entirely sure what more there was to say.

Eijiro nodded his head as he looked at you. “Hey.” You turned to him. “You aren’t forced to be with any of them. You’re free to do what you want and be with whoever you want.”

You scoffed softly. “That’s easy for you to say, Mr Head Alpha…” you spoke lowly. “I’ve already accepted life as an Omega in this world. If I’m not with a pack, I’m either waiting to die at the hands of zombies or going to be stolen away by people worse. Omegas are scarce and when people start getting comfortable, pack Omegas are the first people to look to. I understand my role as a femme in this world. Doesn’t make me helpless but it’s a scary truth. I don’t really have a choice.”

“You have a choice in pack.” You paused at what he was saying as you turned to look at him. Eijiro straightened up his posture. “That’s all up to you.”

You looked at him a bit unsure in what he was implying. You opened your mouth to speak.

“Y/N!” You visibly jumped out of your skin as you turned to look back at Akashi and Aomine. Both Alphas looked angry with who you had been found talking to. Aomine glared at Eijiro with a low growl. Akashi didn’t say anything but you already knew what he was saying to you.

You swallowed down hard before looking to Eijiro. Eijiro tensed at the smell of your scent, heavy and laced with anxiety and fear. You gave him a weak smile and a nod. “Thank you for the chat.” You spoke lowly as you left behind the tea you had and left over to them.

Eijiro watched with a worried look as Aomine grabbed the back of your neck making you let out a small yelp as he stirred you away from Eijiro along with them. Akashi didn’t say anything as he glanced back at Eijiro. He huffed before turning to look back forward again, ignoring the other Alpha. Eijiro had an uneasy feeling in his stomach, a worried feeling about you.

Eijiro moved fast and quickly to the one of the Omegan barracks. His heart beating loudly in his ears as he tried to be quick about it. What Mina had told him was limited but enough to make the Alpha’s hair stand up in worry. He was light on his feet as he finally reached the cabin he was looking for. He opened the door, the room vacant all for one person.

You were sitting on a chair near a window. You turned to look at him, and that’s when he saw it. Bruises on the side of your face, recent enough for Eijiro to know that they weren’t old. Dried blood was on your bottom lip. You stood up in surprise. “Head Alpha Ki-”

You couldn’t finish your statement as Eijiro crossed the room in short strides and immediately cupped your face, looking at the bruises on you. “What happened?” He asked, a furrow to his brows and worry in his voice. “Who did this to you?” He asked with a low underlying growl as he inspected your condition.

You moved your face out of his grasp with a sigh. "You need to leave."

He paused for a second before frowning. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what happened and we get you help.” He stepped closer to you but you took a step further away from him.

“No, I can’t be seen talking to you.” You stated, turning away from him. You held your arms closer to your body not wanting him to press forward on that matter. Part of you was hoping he would just go away so that you could be in peace.

Eijiro paused. His eyebrows furrowed. “It was him, wasn’t it?” He asked lowly.

You didn’t answer as you tightened your grip on yourself as you tried to ignore that question. You heard a low growl from Eijiro in annoyance. You sighed, closing your eyes. “What does it matter?” You asked softly with a shrug. “It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“I am going to worry about it!”

“Why?”

“Because-” Eijiro stopped himself at his raised voice. You turned back to look at him as he had his eyes closed and he took a deep breath. His scent was raging, releasing pheromones of aggression and anger, but it quickly changed to having a heavy undertone of worry and care. He opened his eyes and looked to you. You watched his handsome face ease as he stepped closer to you.

The large Alpha let out a low chuft from the back of his throat, asking for permission to touch you this time. You hesitated but nodded your head with a soft chirp. He gently caressed your cheek, his thumb grazing over the bruise so lightly you didn’t even feel it. A low rumble came out of his chest, almost in a comforting sense. You looked up at him with wide eyes, looking into his ruby ones. He looked so concerned, eyebrows furrowed as if he wondered how someone could even think of hurting you. He leaned down forward, and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for something to happen.

It took a moment, but nothing happened. When you opened your eyes this time, Eijiro had put his forehead against yours. His rumble only grew louder as he lightly scented you. You were stiff for a moment before relaxing, allowing him to scent you. You let out a hum as you lifted your neck, exposing it as he leaned forward.

His large hands went to rest on your hips as he pulled you closer, affectionately scenting you. You weren’t sure what to make of this, but it made your heart leap out of your chest and your Omega purred like a generator. You felt a flush rise up your neck. You weren’t usually this swayed but his large figure dwarfing you as he held you to his side made you feel butterflies that you had never felt since the end of this stupid world.

He let out a deep breath. “If you would allow me…” He started lowly. “I want to take care of you.” You listened to what he was saying but was half distracted by the feeling of his thumb stroking your arm. “But I can’t do that if you don’t want to be part of my pack… if you don’t want to be mine.”

You looked up at him half unsure. “But what about Akashi and the others. They would never allow it.”

“It doesn’t matter what they allow.” He lets out sternly. “I’m Head Alpha.” He moved his hand to lift your chin up to look at him. He raised a single eyebrow. “Aren’t I… Omega?”

Your eyes glanced down at his lips before looking back up at his eyes. Your mind went numb for a second but you nodded your head. “Yes… you are.”

You felt almost like you couldn’t breathe in his arms and yet you wanted him. You wanted him more than you wanted to breathe. You could feel it in the air, it was as palpable as ever. It was almost suffocating. He was right in front of you and you didn’t know what to do. You wanted him against you. You wanted him to consume you. You wanted him to ravage you and take you as his own. You wanted his bite on your neck. It ached and thrummed between your legs almost as consistently as your heartbeat.

You turned your head, trying to breathe, trying to align your thoughts once again. However, it didn’t even last a second that you tried to recollect yourself as Eijiro moved your face towards him. His lips claimed yours in security and assurance. It was slow and it was gentle. You weren’t even sure if it was real. All you knew was that you could feel the heat that radiated off of him and you wanted more of it.

The moment he pulled away, letting out a soft breath you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back down again. Eijiro let out a low rumble as he reached to put his hands back on your hips. He deepened the kiss, holding you tighter. You closed your eyes as you let yourself be consumed by his figure. For a second, just in his embrace, you could forget about everything and focus on the Alpha in front of you.

Eijiro stumbled back with you in his arms, putting your back against the wooden wall of the cabin. You gasped as Eijiro gripped your thighs and hoisted you up. He let out a determined growl as he held you up with little effort. He once again attacked your lips, his need to be with you, clasped around you, inside you, was so great it almost made him want to discard everything going on and sink into your soft cunt.

He could smell how needy you were, he could smell it in your scent and he could taste it on your lips. He loved it more than anything.

But he had to be patient.

Eijiro leaned back as he took a deep inhale and angled his face down away from you. His breaths laboured as well as your own. You could feel his half hard cock against you, making you whine as your thighs twitched. You nudged his jaw with your nose as he held you up. You had never felt such a strong and almost careless bond with someone like this before. It felt almost as if you had no control over your body, as if you were entirely acting off of instinct.

And yet it felt almost amazing.

He let out a low sigh as he brought his face to the crook of your neck. “You’re staying with me.”

You closed your eyes as you felt the beat of his heart against the palm of your hand as you rest it on his heart. You nodded your head. “Okay.”

“WHERE ARE THEY!” Akashi shouted as he pushed past others to move towards Eijiro who stood talking to Bakugou before he had to pause to look at the angry alpha. Eijiro turned towards him with a raised eyebrow. Akashi moved with Aomine and Kagami behind him as he moved towards Eijiro. At the confrontation, immediately Bakugou turned on the defensive as he started growling, staying at Eijiro’s side. Akashi had an angry look in his eyes, one that couldn’t help but ripple off of him in waves of his scent. “Where are they?”

Kirishima looked down at him before shrugging. “I don’t know who you’re talking about-”

“Don’t play stupid with me, Kirishima.” he let out threateningly. “Where the fuck is my Omega?”

“I didn’t know you had one.”

Aomine rolled his eyes getting fed up on behalf of all of them. “Y/N! Where is Y/N!”

Eijiro blinked before putting on a surprised face. “Oh Y/N…” He let out as he folded his arms. “Y/N is safe away from you.”

“Away from us?” Aomine stepped forward causing Katsuki to do the same. Noticing the scuffle, Izuku paused with a basket of nectarines in his arms. He handed them to Shoto who’s eyes widened in surprise before heading over to Eijiro and Katsuki’s side. Aomine scoffed before looking to Eijiro. “They are our Omega!”

Eijiro’s grip on his arm tightened as he glared over at them. “You don’t deserved the privilege of having an Omega if you lay a hand on them.”

Aomine opened his mouth but paused. Akashi had a hand up, signalling for him to keep quiet. His gaze hardened as he looked at Kirishima, he took a step forward. “They are our Omega. A masc, let alone a Head Alpha, has right to discipline their Omega how they see fit.”

“Discipline? Slapping an Omega, that’s what you call discipline?” Eijiro asked, his patience wearing thin as he stepped forward, suddenly, the area around them grew quiet as people stopped what they were doing to spectate the group. “How dare you treat an Omega like that?”

Akashi scoffed. “It’s none of your concern.”

“It’s all of my concern as Head Alpha.”

The magenta haired Alpha growled in annoyance. “You worry about your pack members and I’ll worry about mine.”

All it took was one glance to Aomine and suddenly there was a gun pointed at Katsuki. Everything happened so fast, Eijiro wasn’t entirely sure if he could even say a single word before it happened. He froze as the piercing sound rang through the air, everyone diving down in fear of the bullet. Eijiro’s heart stopped as he could barely breathe.

Katsuki was down on the ground, Izuku having tackled the blond Alpha before the shot could have gotten him. Katsuki put his hands to his head, feeling that he was in fact alive and not dead. However, Izuku let out a pained groan from atop of him. It was then that Katsuki quickly realised the green haired Alpha had been shot in his place. Warm hot blood spilt down from Izuku onto Katsuki making the blond trigger in a reaction. “Deku!” He pushed Izuku up, trying to see where all the blood that was now falling onto him was coming from. Izuku’s shoulder had an entrance hole from the bullet in it as he let out pained groans as he held his shoulder. His eyes were squeezed shut as in agony as he bit down on his bottom lip. He bit back pained cries as he lay in Katsuki’s lap now. Katsuki put a hand to Izuku’s face. “You fucking idiot… It’s okay, it’s alright.” Katsuki said lowly. He looked up at one of the bystanders. “SOMEONE CALL A FUCKING MEDIC!”

Eijiro was frozen before looking at Akashi. Katsuki looked up and watched as Eijiro’s eyes turned black as his arm hardened.

You paced back and forth as you stood outside the medical bay on the grounds. The screaming had stopped a few hours ago. It was enough to make one sick. When you had heard all that had happened while you stayed in Eijiro’s cabin, you felt absolutely ridden with guilt. Learning that Izuku had taken a built all because of a scuffle concerning you had you feeling as though maybe you had done the wrong thing.

The door opened into the late evening air, the cycads singing the entire time. You looked up to Eijiro who closed the door behind him. He let out a heavy breath but smiled at you. “He’s going to be fine.” You let out a relieved breath, nearly falling to your knees. “Whoa!” Eijiro quickly caught you in his arms, holding you up.

You leaned your head against his chest as you tried to fight back the tears that spilt from your eyes. “Oh thank goodness.” You whispered in relief. “I was so worried. I couldn’t bare it if he-” You couldn’t say it as it got stuck in your throat.

Eijiro gave you a gentle smile before shaking your head. “No, don’t worry. Recovery girl is one of the best in the game, and her quirk is healing so he’ll make a good recovery. We just don’t have anaesthesia left so he had to go through removing the bullet awake. He passed out not too long ago though.” He reported. You kept your eyes squeezed shut as you held onto him for dear life. Eijiro frowned as he pet down your back. He picked you up and started walking down the dirt path.

You all had to be especially quiet after all that had happened. From the gun shot, to the fight that had happened afterwards, it was way too much noise and brought enough dead to your door that was unnecessary. You hard heard that Eijiro, Iida, Shinso and Sero had effectively kicked the miracles out of the community. It was only due to the sheer number of undead outside was the reason they didn’t kill them.

Alive enemies were worse than dead ones.

But you just hoped they wouldn’t bother any of the pack again. You didn’t want to be the cause of problems.

Eijiro carried you safely in his arms towards his cabin. Most of the pack had gone to dinner or were with Izuku currently. You chose to wait outside, wanting some time to yourself. Although the Omegas comforted you through it, telling you that this wasn’t because of you and none of this was your fault, you still felt consumed by guilt.

Eijiro entered his cabin, closing the door back with his foot as he walked over to his bedroom. This cabin wasn’t bigger than the others, but Eijiro had it all to himself (Head Alpha perks). He placed you carefully on the bed before crouching in front of you. “Hey…” He let out lowly as he held your hands in his own large ones. You looked at him, his ruby eyes lulling you in as he talked to you. “You’re safe now. You’re safe. You’re with me.”

You swallowed down hard as you nodded your head. You gave him a weak smile before looking down at your hands. You let out a stuttered breath. “Eijiro…” You started.

“Hm?”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you doing this?” You looked up at him so damn confused. You didn’t understand it. You didn’t understand him, you couldn’t understand him. It didn’t make sense. There were Omegas, femmes that here that had been with his pack longer, gorgeous and trustworthy, that were more worth the attention than you felt you were. You shrugged as you gave him a slight cynical smile. “I don’t get it. You could have just cut your losses and just left me out with them. It wouldn’t have been that hard. One of your pack members wouldn’t have been nearly killed because of me.”

Eijiro watched you speak wordlessly, watching your eyes entranced almost. A sad smile on his face as he watched you gently. “Y/N when I first met you… I found your presence captivating.” He spoke softly. His thumb traced over the knuckles of your fingers as he did so. “Your reasoning and commitment towards the betterment of the people around you and the community you find yourself in was… well, it was admirable. I found it admirable. I found myself drawn to you. I would have done this for any Omega that found themselves in this situation, it isn’t right to be treated that way. However,” He reached a hand up to your face, gently caressing you. “I found myself entranced with you… I hope you can forgive me for that.”

You swallowed down hard before a small sad smile came to your face. You shook your head as tears came to your eyes. “There’s nothing to forgive.” You shrugged with a soft whisper.

Eijiro smiled making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. Eijiro… you couldn’t help but get so giggly with him around. He made you feel like a young Omega all over again with a crush that felt way too good for you. You smiled as you leaned down to him, placing a kiss to your face. Eijiro chuckled but kissed you back with a rumble out of his chest.

You found yourself purring in response as you reached for his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Eijiro once again, found himself too deep in your scent, your touch, your presence to think logically even though he had only started kissing you two seconds ago. He moved to slowly push you back onto the bed, falling back with your back against the sheets. He caged you in easily making you feel so small underneath him.

Eijiro hummed at the taste of you on his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him in closer as you moved your hips up, your legs wrapping themselves around his torso. Eijiro pressed in further down. With one rut down against you, you both separated with a heavy groan into the air. The feeling of his clothed sex against your own made you feel so damn needy. It almost made you just want to rip your clothes of and jump on his cock until he knotted you. Part of you didn’t even want foreplay. You just wanted him.

You both found yourself in a steady movement of him grinding his hardening bulge against your own clothed cunt that was now covered in slick. You whined as you tightened your hold on him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Eijiro moved to try and lick over your scent gland. Immediately he moaned at the taste of you on his tongue. He loved it. He wanted more. Which is exactly what he did, lapping at your scent gland wanting to have the taste of you memorised on his tongue.

You moaned at the feeling of his hot tongue on your neck. A small hiss escaping your lips as you felt sharp canines just skim over your neck. “Alpha…” You let out into the air, making a low rumble thunder out of his chest, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Eijiro moved to unbutton your shirt, moving to undress you as he kept you pinned underneath him. His cock was aching and he couldn’t think straight. He couldn’t think past finally getting you on his cock, even as he slipped off his own shirt. Not with the way you were now looking up at him, bare and wide eyed as you stared up at him like a doe in headlights. It was an exhilarating feeling that had him aching to be one with you.

Just as he moved to push a finger inside you, you put a hand to his wrist, stopping him. You shook your head. Instantly that raised red flags in his head. Although you could guess just by the bulge in his cargo pants alone, Eijiro was big.

Okay, that was a lie.

He was fucking huge.

The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you by trying to bully his cock in a space that wouldn’t fit him. Although the thought of forcing his cock inside you, seeing the way your whole would struggle to accommodate him as you whined with tears in your eyes, you barely being able to breathe as Eijiro stretched you out further than any Alpha could before… it made a part of him excited which half scared him.

“Let me…” You pushed him back to stand as you sat up on the bed. You shuffled off the bed as well before slowly sinking to your knees. “Let me service you, Alpha.” You said as you slowly sank to your knees, keeping your eyes on him. You watched his ruby eyes slowly turn dark as he swallowed down hard. He allowed it with a deep grunt making you smile.

You stared at the bulge in front of you as you were positioned on your knees. You were careful as you found a comfortable position to stay in. You carefully moved to unzip his pants, taking down the zipper as you pulled down his pants first with a bit of his help, allowing him to step out of them. You then moved to pull down his briefs and thank God you had fast reflexes, the else you might have gotten smacked in the face.

Your eyes widened as you were met with the monster in front of you. A thick girthy cock that you were sure had you drooling. It was beautiful. Thick and heavy, leaking pre from the tip that made you want to kiss it. You wondered how on earth you were gonna take it inside you. But then the thought of struggling on such a beast had slick slipping out of you and onto your thighs.

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New-Old Souls

Izzy Ambershield x Hien Rijin/Varian Wrynn

World of Warcraft/Final Fantasy XIV Crossover

Tags: Angst, drama, reincarnation, AU, spoilers, Stormblood/Endwalker spoilers, Battle for Azeroth spoilers, all the feels, reunion, some sexiness, flirting, kissing, not beta’d

When the Bronze Dragonflight spirited Isoldera Ambershield away from the dying Azeroth, she found herself embraced by Hydaelyn and reborn in a land known as Eorzea. For years, she believed herself alone. The only survivor amidst a handful of survivors of the Old Gods. It isn’t until she lays eyes on Hien Rijin, the lost Doman prince, that she realizes perhaps she isn’t as alone as she feared.

The grassy plains of the Azim Steppe danced in the evening breeze. Full to the brim with delicious food and drink, prepared by the blushing Cirina, Izzy wandered over to where the sounds of battle rang out. Her heart pinched with every step, every resounding cry. Even in this far off world, so different from her own Azeroth, in a new body and all alone, she knew the shine of his soul. She leaned against an enormous boulder that separated her from Gosetsu and…Hien. She needed to remember to call him Hien, although her very being cried out that wasn’t his name.

Young. So very young. Yet their stories shared so many similarities. Both lost their fathers at a young age. Heirs to thrones stolen out from under them. Warriors filled with pride, honor, and fire. Hien wasn’t tempered by age or experience, though. Not like him. Her storm king. Izzy brushed her damp cheek and took a shuddering breath. The first time she laid eyes on Hien Rijin, she almost sobbed his name.

Varian. Varian Wrynn.

Izzy clenched her hands into fists behind her back. Not since her first years on Eorzea had she longed so strongly for her homeland. For her dark lady. Her storm king. His soul was here, but Hien remembered nothing of Varian. The torment of having her beloved king so near and yet so unreachable drove her to roam the Steppe for days until her emotions settled. She used the excuse of learning the lay of the land to deflect Lyse and Gosetsu’s questions, and while Izzy had learned much about the layout of the Steppe, and encountered a few of the Xaela tribes who lived there, she couldn’t run forever. She had to face it. Face him.

“Were you truly so concerned with my well-being?” The lighter, accented voice took on a teasing tone. “You never showed it when we used to spar.”

A bark of laughter came from the rough old samurai. “How you cried when you lost. And when your mother tried to comfort you. And when you inevitably came at me once more, swinging your wooden sword like a wild beast.” The tone shifted into one of fondness and memory. “Mina’s little Master Shun. What a fine young man you’ve become.”

She snorted under her breath, but it was enough to attract their attention. Hien called out to her.

“Ah, the mask slips. And here I was, so close to cultivating a winning persona. Don’t you agree, Isobella?”

That name grated on her ears. It wasn’t hers, but she hadn’t the courage to give him her true name when they first met. Not when he didn’t even blink at her appearance. Izzy emerged from her hiding place and approached the old friends. Gosetsu laughed and chided Hien to be himself until they won back Doma. Izzy glanced at Hien; her lips twisted in a bemused smirk.

“’Shun’, was it?”

Red patches appeared on his cheeks and he huffed with a grin and a shrug. “Yes, yes, tis a name my parents gave me as a child – but I should like to think I have long since outgrown it.” Hien eyed her with a familiar gleam in his eye. “But as you seem determined to bring it back into use, I believe a match is in order. If I win, you will be honor-bound to divulge one of your darkest secrets.”

Her pulse leaped. A smile slowly formed on her lips. “Very well. Gosetsu, may I steal your sparring partner?”

He gave one of his chest-deep laughs and bowed. “Have at him, my lady. It shall be an amusing spectacle, the Warrior of Light and the Prince of Doma.”

Izzy hummed her agreement and swung her lance from her back. Hesitated. This wasn’t the way Varian knew her, and if she wanted to awaken his soul, she needed to be herself. Or as close to the self as she had been back on Azeroth. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a stone that pulsed in cadence with her racing heart. A bit of concentration, a flash of magic, and her armor vanished, replaced by flowing, open robes over thigh-high boots and trousers. Instead of a lance, she wielded a staff, one that shone gold as the sun. A few tugs undid her braid and she let her masses of amethyst-touched curls fall down her shoulders and back.

Hien froze. Was that a flash of blue in his eyes? A hint of recognition? It was gone too fast to trace, and the young prince drew his katana. She paced off against him and lowered her staff as though she held her lance. The weapons were different, a lance meant for piercing and power, the staff for bludgeoning and blocking, but nothing could erase the imprint on her soul of her past as a healer. One who wielded staff and mace alike to the terror of her enemies and the victory of her allies, whose magic blazed across the battlefield like a supernova.

“Are you certain you wish to fight as a mage, my friend? My young master is a talented swordsman – “

“I am familiar with the staff, thank you.”

The pair faced each other and a flash from the past rushed in. Northrend. Her amongst a group of orcs. Across the plains, Varian on his steed, with a squad of Alliance soldiers. They had to battle then. It was what honor and the hate between the factions demanded. She didn’t face him directly in combat, that honor reserved for Garrosh, but that moment when their eyes locked across the tundra plains remained scorched in her soul. Izzy met Hien’s pale green eyes and her hands tightened on her staff. She begged to any deity listening: let him remember her.

“Hajime!”

At Gosetsu’s shout, they clashed. Hien was precise. Every slash of his sword part of the Iaijutsu training engrained in him since childhood. There was no hint of the wild, almost berserker energy of her storm king. Yet Izzy fought on. His blade struck her stave, but its iron core ensured it didn’t break. They traded blows and weaved about, each testing the other’s reflexes and prodding for weaknesses. While Hien had speed and precision, Izzy had strength and agility honed in her dragoon training. Without her heavy plate armor, she fairly danced away from his strikes.

“Quite impressive, Warrior of Light,” Hien complimented, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But do not think I shall surrender.”

“Never crossed my mind,” she quipped back, falling into familiar habits. “Let’s dance.”

They continued. Izzy dodged many of his blows with dragoon jumps, but he never let her get far. A bubble of laughter escaped her as she landed on top of a rock and Hien dashed across the green to reach her. He leaped onto the rock and swung, but she had already slipped away. She spun, her feet landed in a wide, balanced stance, and brandished her staff.

“You’ll have to be faster than that, my lord.”

The grin that lit his features shattered her focus. It wasn’t the practiced smile of a courtier, the laughing face of a friend, or the manic leer of Zenos. It called to mind a wolf, its teeth bared, when its prey glimpsed it in the trees, and like prey, Izzy froze. Hien charged her with a roar and she barely raised her weapon in time. The strike hit harder, rattling through her bones, and she grit her teeth against the impact. He bore down on her. Foolish. She wielded a lance that weighed more than a man. Even his strength couldn’t make her buckle.

“Do you yield?” he growled.

She fought the urge to close her eyes and shudder. Heat pooled low in her belly and she met his eyes.

“Never,” she whispered. “My king.”

His eyes went wide, black centers expanding and yes, there. A flash of blue. A little more. She almost reached him. Izzy pressed closer, using the strength in her core and legs to brace herself, until they were inches apart and his hot breath brushed her cheek. She grunted as he changed the angle of his sword and twisted her wrist in the wrong direction, but hung on. Close. She was so close. She fought back in the contest of raw strength; her arms trembled and their weapons rattled as they tried to force the other into submission. Sweat beaded along her brow as the heat in her core grew.

“You demanded one of my darkest secrets if you win.” Her voice took on a husky edge that drew the young lord’s gaze to her lips. “I will give you one now. My true name isn’t Isobella.” She paused. “It’s Isoldera Ambershield.”

With all the power she had from the Crystal of Light, the Echo, and the absorption of Hraesvalgr’s eye, she strained to reach the soul that slept within Hien. Light, first pale blue and that of Hydaelyn, formed between them. Then slowly, slowly, it turned gold as she willed her Echo to show the truth of the soul. Not to her, but to him.

“Please,” she begged, throat thick and eyes burning. “Please, remember. Remember me, storm king.”

* * * ** ** *

When Hien first met the Warrior of Light, something in him roared and struggled to wake. A part of himself he always struggled with since childhood. The wild temper, the lust for combat, the stubborn refusal to submit to Garlean rule, all parts of himself his tutors tried to drum out of him. It wasn’t fitting for a prince to show such emotions. It wasn’t safe to draw the eye of their Garlean overlords. So Hien smothered that part of himself in etiquette, honor, and duty. For the sake of his parents, his retainers, his people, he became the drone that Garlemald wanted to see.

He smothered it, but it didn’t die.

It flared when he glimpsed her amethyst eyes in the dark. They almost glowed with the power she carried as effortlessly as the enormous lance on her back. That same color appeared when the sun struck her raven hair and highlighted the purple undertones. And when she donned her healer robes, he shook with the effort to contain the raging beast within. This woman, this Elezen woman with secrets in her eyes and sunshine in her smile, destroyed what took years to contain. He wasn’t even certain if it was such a terrible thing.

He chased her across the plains, certain she toyed with him. The likes of him did not challenge such a vaunted warrior, whose only defeat had been at the hands of Zenos. But an inner voice growled that he had to win. Show her the truth. His strength may not be as great as hers, but he was no weakling. Hien used every combination of Sen in his arsenal, everything he knew, but it wasn’t enough to reach her. She was too wild, too unpredictable, with how she used dragoon techniques while wielding the power of a white mage. He needed to match that wildness.

He had to embrace his inner beast.

A wolf’s howl echoed in his mind as he turned the tables. Abandoning form and precision, he struck with reckless strength and abandon. Gosetsu yelled something. Of course his teacher would be appalled, but he didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the woman whose bewitching eyes never left his.

“You demanded one of my darkest secrets if you win.”

Hien’s breath caught but he didn’t yield in their contest of strength. His muscles screamed with strain as he fought to keep her in place. No woman had ever matched him with such strength. Such power. He dug the heel of his boot into the dirt, even as his eyes drifted to her deep red lips as they formed her next words.

“I will give you one now. My true name isn’t Isobella.” She paused. “It’s Isoldera Ambershield.”

The howling in his ears grew, joined by the roar of a lion, as light and memory exploded in his mind’s eye. A castle of white stone and blue rooftops that soared above a shining city. A woman with blue eyes and golden hair, who held a swaddled babe in her arms. Wait. He knew this. He had done this before. A tall, Elven male with dusky skin and green hair sat with him in pools of water. Another woman, also golden-haired, stood over him as she chanted spells. Her ice blue magic filled the room, and he thought of how appropriate that word was to describe it. Words rang out.

“You are…you must be…Varian Wrynn, the lost king of Stormwind!”

Brown eyes danced with promised mischief. “I see what Izzy meant when she said I was your Winter’s Veil gift.” He gave a sweeping, courtly bow. “Paxton Ashbough, son and heir of Duke Vincent Ashbough of Stormwind’s House of Lords at your service and with every drop of court news a king in hiding could want.”

A boy, golden haired and blue-eyed, looked up at him with a heart-breaking torment in his eyes. “I - I couldn’t sleep. I kept dreaming about Onyxia and then Garona. They killed you. Over and over.” His boy trembled, face pale in the ghostly light. “I needed to see that you were really here.”

Memory after memory, colors, sensations, sounds, names, and more rushed through his mind in a dizzying spiral that left him reeling. One memory rose above the others, as though guided to him. He peered through to a bleary vision. Blazing, golden eyes set in a tanned face and surrounded by wild, black curls. Curls that shone violet under the sun. Crimson lips as red as blood as they laughed, frowned, kissed him, loved him –

His breath hitched in his chest as her hair tumbled over bare shoulders and shielded them from the outside world. She knelt astride him, a goddess in all her glory. Her eyes seared his soul as she stroked his cheek and moaned his name like a prayer.

“Varian.”

His precious Amber.

The woman he wasn’t supposed to love. An enemy. A savior. A friend. Hien – Varian – cried out as memories continued to assault him. Who was he? A soft, familiar voice brushed his ear. Or was it his mind?

“You went through this once before, storm king. Go deep inside yourself. Find the center of the storm and the strength to accept who you are.”

A path through the howling chaos appeared, lit with soft golden light. He knew that light. He trusted that light. A voice within him urged him to go. It was older, deeper, and reminded him of Gosetsu. Or perhaps his father. With firm words, it bade him follow the path. He struggled to his feet, but hesitated. Part of him didn’t wish to go. If he walked down that path, who would he become? Who waited for him at the end? Who was this Varian Wrynn and why did his story and his soul feel so familiar? Although the Garleans beat many things out of him, they hadn’t fully stifled his curiosity. Hien placed one foot forward, then another, and again, until he walked down the path where a tall, shadowed figure dressed in armor awaited him.

* * * ** ** *

“What have you done?” Gosetsu yelled over her. “If you’ve hurt him – “

“I haven’t hurt him,” she snapped back. “And as for what I’ve done, it’s personal, has nothing to do with you, and won’t damage him in any way, shape, or form. Now, if you would please leave us alone so I can monitor him?”

The damned samurai had jumped in the moment Hien collapsed. Izzy understood his fear, but the old bastard tried to block her from the fallen prince and she almost bashed him for it. She needed to be at his side to guide him through the chaos of his memories. When she first woke hers with the help of the Echo, it took her months to sort out the mess because she had no idea how to wield the strange power. Thank Belore she learned fast out of necessity.

Gosetsu didn’t leave, but he did back away, grumbling the entire time. Izzy ignored him in favor of keeping her senses and magic attuned to Hien. Just the act of healing him made her chest tighten so hard it hurt to breathe, but she remained steady. When she felt the storm of his memories and emotions slow, she pulled back a little. Time stretched as the currents of his soul and aether settled and merged into one. She waited. Touched his face. Held his hand. Steady pulse. Deep, even breaths. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed.

“I’m sorry. I know, I know I’m selfish. I just – I missed you so much. I never – I never thought I’d see you again,” she choked, voice barely above a whisper. “Please. Please wake up, Varian. Don’t leave me again.”

She lowered her ear to his chest just to hear his heartbeat, to reassure herself that he was alive, as tears streaked down her face. A quiet sob caught in her throat as she pressed a kiss to the backs of his knuckles. Alone, but together with the man she had loved enough to challenge a nation for, the floodgates opened and she wept.

“It’s gone. It’s all gone. Azeroth. The Alliance, the Horde. The Old Gods came back and N’Zoth – N’Zoth – “ She couldn’t finish the sentence. “There were so few of us left. Anduin. Jaina. Sylvanas. Vol’jin. We did our best. We tried. He was too much. Not even Wrathion’s stupid, goddamn cloaks made a difference in the end.”

The whole story tumbled from her as she wept for their lost home and fallen comrades, but she held onto one small spark of hope.

“The bronze dragons got us out. The last of us.” She lifted her head. “So you have to come back. You have to help me find them. Please, my love. Please.”

Her words dissolved into a formless babble of pleas and apologies. Izzy was meant to be the hero of Azeroth. She was supposed to save them. In the end, she couldn’t save anyone. The world soul died. The Void Lords took over. Azeroth became what Eorzea now knew as the Seventh. Or perhaps the Thirteenth. A world consumed by either Darkness or Void, but still gone. The only home she’d ever known. People she loved. The history, the cultures, the nations. For so long, she was the only one who knew or remembered Azeroth and all it had been. All it could have been, had the endless cycle of war and hate not sown the seeds which allowed the Old Gods to tear Azeroth’s world soul apart after they corrupted her.

“And now here I am, in a new world, expected to be its savior all over again. I can’t.” She shook her head, forehead against his breastplate. “I can’t do it. Not alone. I’m not as strong as I was. I’m weak. Useless. I don’t know why the bronzes bothered to save me.”

Haurchefant. Ysayle. Moenbryda. Papalymo. The whole of Azeroth. Minfilia. Who was she trying to fool? Though she took up the lance, determined to strengthen herself so she would never lose anyone again…it still happened. And each death cut the deepest parts of her heart and reminded her of how weak she was. How badly she failed those who counted on her. It was that same reason which drove her away from healing when her memories first woke in Eorzea. It reminded her too much of who she used to be.

The failed hero.

A soft touch to her hair made her head shoot up. She gazed into eyes that were bluer than before, still with a hint of olive green, and new lines fanning from the corners. Her vision blurred as more tears welled and fell.

“We will find them, precious Amber,” he murmured, the voice a low rumble between Hien’s cultured Doman accent and Varian’s low growl. “Together.”

She should have been more restrained. Stoic. But that had never been her way. Izzy’s heart burst and she wailed as she threw herself into Hien’s arms. Because despite having awakened his memories, he was still the young lord of Doma. But the muscled arms that held her tight and stroked her hair just so were all Varian. Great, shuddering cries racked her body as she clutched her beloved, until he tipped her head back and wiped her tears. Then he mortified her by swiping at her running nose with his shirtsleeve, but before she could pull away, he kissed her.

It was nothing so simple, though. When his lips brushed hers, searching, bold, and achingly familiar, it shattered the barrier protecting the deepest parts of her soul she kept locked away from her fellow Scions. They wouldn’t, couldn’t, understand the pain and memories she held. But he did. He rolled them until he pinned Izzy to the ground and covered her with his body. He rested his full weight on her, just how she liked it, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. Every fiber of her being screamed that yes, this was her storm king. At long last. Izzy moved one hand from his hard, muscled shoulder to his wild mane of hair.

Inky black rather than dark brown, but still soft as silk between her fingers, she undid the top knot and let it fall free. Faint traces of pine and something else, something Doman, tickled her nose, but it was still him. He bit her lip and soothed it with his tongue. The sharpness of it brought a yelp from her, followed by a deep, throaty moan. Oh yes. He remembered. Izzy twined her fingers through his hair and raked her nails gently over his scalp. The growl that rumbled in his chest sent a powerful thrill through her, along with another wave of heat and slickness between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, wanting him inside her, entwined as they hadn’t been in years. His muscles quivered under her hand, tense with restraint.

He released her mouth long enough to gasp, “The others…will wonder…”

As much as she wanted to dismiss them, Izzy sighed. “I suppose I’ve been selfish enough for one night. But I promise you this, my love.” She tugged his head and used the leverage to roll him onto his back until she laid on top. “Once I get you in my bed, I’m not letting you leave until you properly apologize for leaping off that zeppelin and dying on me.”

He returned her challenge with a cocky smirk and dark, lust-blown eyes. “That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment, precious Amber.”

Gods above. She held firm, even though his words made her want to cling to him and cry for joy. She cocked a brow in playful challenge and chortled darkly. “Oh, my dearest lord. If you thought my sexual knowledge and appetite shocking back on Azeroth, you have no idea what’s in store for you after my life in Eorzea.”

Izzy leaned down. Instead of the kiss he expected, she darted at the last minute and nipped his neck right above the collar of his armor. She didn’t have fangs as she did when she was a sin’dorei but it still made a lovely bruise that was sure to draw questions from the others. Cackling to herself, she leaped off of him before he could retaliate and tossed her hair back over her shoulders. It was a familiar move on her part and she sucked in a breath when heat filled his eyes.

It wouldn’t be easy. Eorzea had its own challenges. She still carried all the expectations of the Warrior of Light. But for the first time since she remembered who she truly was, Izzy’s heart swelled with hope. A hope that would, one day, shine brighter than Belore’s sun. (Author’s Note: I took some dialogue directly from FFXIV cut scenes, the Warcraft comics, and my own fanfics. This was a snippet that grabbed my by the throat and refused to let go, but is not canon to my current WoW or FFXIV fics. Thanks for reading!)

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