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whatsseobb · 4 years

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More Than Meets The Eye (Crystal x Gigi Fanfic) - Chapter 5

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[A/N: Updates are still slow but thank you really for waiting. I’m sorry.

I hope you enjoy this fic and leave me your thoughts!!]

Synopsis:

Too bad that you couldn’t see See the girl Crystal could be There is more that meets the eye I see the soul that is inside~

Based from Avril Lavigne’s Sk8ter Boi but with different twists.

Chapter Five - Partners

The whole class was slowly coming inside their classroom by the second floor of the building. The students’ noises surrounded the floor, some were walking by the halls with their friends and chatting on their way to their rooms, there were a few who rushed around with their projects for their subject, some were chilling as they gathered on their friends’ table and giggled about boys and celebrities. At the back of the room, there were a few boys tossing their football around, mindlessly playing and not thinking of the students around them that they may hit with their ball. It was utter chaos.

“See you later.” A cheery voice bid goodbye to her friend as she and her group walked towards their classroom. A tall blonde girl appeared on the door, hugging her books close to her chest as she entered the small yet crowded classroom. She made her way to her seat by the second row in the middle of the class. She settled her books on top of her table and fixed her place as she readied herself for class. She was minding her own business when she felt a light object hit her shoulder, almost missing the back of her head. She looked at the direction where it came from and saw a bright-haired girl with a nose ring.

“Crystal!” The girl stood up from her seat and walked to the back of the classroom where her newly-found friend sat. She settled on the seat in front of her, facing her and resting her chin on the back of the chair. “So this is why you are familiar.”

“What do you mean?” The sapphire-haired girl brushed her fingers through her hair as she rested her back and slouching slightly on her seat.

“I mean when I saw you last Friday, I knew I met you somewhere.”

“I’m surprised you even notice me.” The two shared a laugh as they both glanced at the door, waiting for their teacher.

“Barely did I. You’re always sleeping here. Tsk.” Gigi shook her head jokingly as she looked at the other girl. “Better not sleep today. You have to listen to Ms. Visage.”

Crystal smiled as she noticed the other talking much more than she was used to, especially after the lunch they shared yesterday. It was something she was getting confused still, the other’s varying personality. Sometimes, she was talkative while most of the time, she appeared to be shy. She was enjoying this kind of Gigi though, the one who was willing to continue a conversation rather than the girl who was silently playing with her cup while staring at the horizon. She looked at her and muttered, “Maybe I do have a reason not to sleep anymore.”

Their conversation was interrupted when they noticed the other students hurried back to their seats as their teacher made her way towards their classroom. Gigi quickly stood up, flashing a soft smile towards her new friend, before she walked to her seat in the middle of the classroom. Crystal had her eyes on her back as she moved to her seat, the corners of her lips slowly forming a happy curve. She continued sitting upright, which wasn’t what her usual routine was when the teacher arrives to class. She would either be caught sleeping or looking down on her notebook and doodling. Well, not this time.

“So good morning, class. Today, I’ll discuss with you your upcoming project. I am fully aware you all are looking forward to a free winter break and that is why I am giving this as early as now. You have to create a book report and prepare a presentation. It’s not just you reading your book report in class but you and your partner must create a movie poster about the book you will be assigned to. Use your creative minds to portray what the story is about in your posters.”

A student raised his hand, making Ms. Visage sigh before continuing, “Yes, Mark. This project is to be done with a pair. You get the freedom to choose your partner. Now, go find a partner and sit with them for the rest of the class to discuss your plans.”

The classroom was surrounded with loud chatters as most stood up and looked for their partner. Most of them paired up with their friends, some were having a small discord at the corner because they were three in a group and were deciding who would be partners with who.

The blonde was about to approach her seatmate when her classmate stood up and went to sit with her boyfriend. She bit her lower lip as she looked around the classroom, building up courage to ask a classmate to be her project partner. She was surprised when she heard a notebook dropped on the table beside her before a figure sat down on her seatmate’s chair.

“Partners?” The skater girl offered her a kind smile, holding her hand out for her as Gigi accepted the proposal and shook Crystal’s hand. They all waited for the class to settle down, the blonde taking down some notes on her notebook for their upcoming project. “I wonder which book we will be getting.”

The Literature teacher walked around the room to each pair, making them pick a piece of paper from a small jar. It contained the book they would be assigned to for the project. Crystal nodded at Gigi, signaling her to be the one to pick a paper for their pair.

“We have The Great Gatsby.” The blonde pushed the small piece of paper to the other girl which she kept inside her pocket. Gigi wrote it down on her notebook before she turned to Crystal. “So when are you planning to start on this project?”

“Are you free after class? I am also planning to buy some art supplies by the mall. Maybe we can talk about it.” The taller girl tapped her fingers on top of her desk before nodding.

“Okay, I’ll see you later then. I have to pass by the library to borrow a copy of the book.”

“Wait for me there then, 4 in the afternoon?”

The day was getting slower as the sapphire-haired girl kept looking at her watch, waiting for the bell to ring as she could hurry towards the library to wait for the other girl. She was in her last class for the day. As per usual, she was not listening in class and instead was looking down on her phone, texting Daya.

Daya: Bio teacher dismissed us early. See u later?

Crystal: Cant watch your practice today. Going to the mall. : )

Daya: Aw. : ( Ok. See u tom.

Crystal: Good luck and have fun! U’ll rock it, for sure.

As the bell rang, the teenager immediately got up and hurried to her locker to return some of her notebooks before getting her things as she walked straight to the library. She sat by the bench outside, glancing at the door from time to time, waiting for the tall blonde.

It took a few minutes before she saw someone open the door of the library, a pair of students making their way out.

“I’ll see you later, Geege.” A low voice spoke before he bid goodbye to her friend. Crystal’s eyebrows jerked as she watched the tall masculine figure walk away.

“Oh hey, Crystal!” The blonde walked towards the bench where her friend was sitting on. She had some books in her hand which she put inside her bag beside the sapphire-haired girl.

“Who was that?”

“Eli.” The guy was attractive, with his blond hair styled into a clean pompadour, his prominent chiseled jaw paired with his sky blue eyes that surely would make any person have a second look back at him. Crystal felt a slight, unknown feeling at the pit of her stomach as she watched the girl in front of her fix her books. All that escaped her mouth was a soft “oh.”

“We are gonna be quick at the mall, right? He promised to buy me dinner later so I’ll just meet him there at 6. Maybe you could join us, if you’re free.” The girl squinted her eyes before glancing at her wrist watch.

“I don’t think I can join you. We should get going if you wanna make it on time for your dinner with Eli.” She had no idea why she emphasized on saying the guy’s name which the other girl didn’t even notice. They walked together side by side towards the school’s gate, heading to the mall nearby.

The pair first went to the supplies store, their conversation still full of their plans for their project. Crystal was surprised to see Gigi getting excited with it, laughing as the taller girl showed her a list of the materials that they would be getting from the art supplies shop. Seeing the excitement in the girl’s eyes made her captivated by the dedication Gigi was putting in their project. At first, Crystal was nervous to be working with her, even if she was the one who asked her to be her partner. But as they continued working on their plan, she got more and more excited, not just to do the work but also to be with the ballerina.

After buying all the things they needed, the two went out of the art supplies store with bags in hand. They took a stroll around the mall, looking at the different store windows when something caught Gigi’s eyes. She wrapped her arm around the skater girl before pulling her inside a small bookstore. “Come with me.”

“Hold your horses, Gee. We have a lot of time left.” Crystal chuckled as she let the taller girl pull her inside the shop. They walked around, picking up a few books and scanning them.

“I need to find Jac- I mean, I need to find a gift for Christmas.” Her eyes quickly skimmed over the book titles, looking for the perfect present for their exchange gift. “Maybe something like empowerment or I don’t know… what do editors like? Hmm, fine. I think you know already who I’m talking about. So what do you think Jackie will like?”

“Jackie? Well lately she’s been liking detective cases. Like Sherlock Holmes type of books. I think they have something like that around here.” Crystal walked around to the thriller books, looking at the books to help her friend. She glanced over the shelves to look at Gigi who was too focused into finding the best gift for her new friend. The serious look on the ballerina’s face made her crack a smile which she quickly shook off. She called Gigi’s attention, pointing at a shelf full of writing pads. “Or maybe not necessarily a book? You can get her one of those planners. She loves those.”

“How about you? Have you bought a gift for the Secret Santa?” Her eyes were locked at the bookshelves as she spoke with Crystal.

“Not yet really.”

“Oh. Good luck with that, Crystal.” The taller girl held a book close to her face as she read the synopsis at the back before shaking her head and putting it back to the shelf.

Crystal walked to a different shelf, scanning the range of books before her eyes, smiling slightly as her eyes caught the girl with her. The sound of her soft voice saying her name echoed inside her mind. There was just a weird feeling she can’t explain as she looked at her. All she knew for now was that she’s enjoying her company. She continued walking around, seeing a book entitled Denial. She picked up before walking up to the in front of Gigi, standing on the other side. “Hey. I have a question for you.”

“Mhm?” The other girl didn’t look up to where Crystal was, her eyes still glancing over the books.

“I didn’t know we can also find Denial River here. I thought it’s just in Egypt.” The taller girl jerked an eyebrow while Crystal was trying to hide the laughter she has been holding in as she showed the book to the other girl. Gigi looked up and rolled her eyes, a snicker escaping her lips.

“You are so funny, ha ha Crystal.”

Crystal picked another book with a green leaf on it as a cover. She put it beside her face, showing a small pout. “Aww. Should I just leaf you alone?”

The taller girl looked around and her eyes lit up as she saw two books. She pulled it out of the shelf, showing it one by one as she replied to the skater girl. “Hey, donut dare leave me yet. We have a lot to taco ‘bout.”

“Wow, Gee. You’re catching up.” Crystal followed Gigi to the shelves with foods, laughing as she got another book to show to her. “I didn’t know you’re good at this. You’re a latte fun to talk with. But you’ve got muffin on me.” The shorter girl showed a book about coffee shops with the pastry and a cup of coffee on the cover, the other girl covering her mouth as she tried to conceal her giggles.

The ballerina picked up a book about cheese, smiling as she showed it to Crystal. “Don’t you know it? I’m actually gouda this.”

The two continued exchanging puns, their laughter echoing through the small corner of the bookstore they were in. Crystal was getting lost as she watched the other laugh at her jokes. She enjoyed the sound of her giggles, making her smile as she watch the taller girl cover her laughs and scrambling to find a comeback for her puns.

“I seriously didn’t expect you to be this punny, Crystal. Well, pun intended.” The pair couldn’t stop laughing as they made their way to the cashier to pay for the colorful journal notebook alongside a short mystery book Gigi got for their exchange gift.

Crystal followed along, standing beside her as she watch the taller girl pay. She saw her take out a colorful yet worn out coin purse. “Wow, that wallet looks nice.”

“Thanks. I made this back in middle school for a project. It’s quite old and dirty already, I know.” She offered her a smile as she took the bag with her purchased items. “Shall we get going?”

The two were about to go out of the store when Gigi felt her phone ringing inside her bag. Crystal took the bag from her to help her out as she answered the call. She followed the taller girl as she walked out of the story, talking on her phone. The shorter girl glanced at her wrist watch and noticed the time. 7:04 pm

“Oh my, I completely forgot about Eli! I didn’t notice him calling me.” Gigi showed her phone screen to Crystal, reading 3 missed calls from the guy she was supposed to have dinner with. “He said he went to his teammates instead because they have a quick meeting.”

The skater girl wanted to feel bad for Gigi missing her dinner date with the tall athlete but she couldn’t understand the hint of happiness inside her mind when she realized Gigi spent time with her instead. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thought as she followed the taller girl towards the exit. “I think we should head home. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yup! Text me when you arrive home safe. See you!” Gigi waved her goodbye after she got the bag from Crystal, flashing her sweet smile as she walked towards the bus stop. The shorter girl couldn’t stop herself from smiling as she fixed the bags in her hand and tried to fit them inside her backpack, taking her skateboard and skated her way home. Whatever it was that was building inside her chest for the ballerina was giving her warmth through that winter night.

[A/N: Okay, maybe I went too far with the puns but I like puns, please bear with me. Hahahaha. I just find them cute with those puns. Okay bye! Hope you enjoyed.]

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dollsorwhatever · 5 years

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Doll hair tips: heat styling

It’s been a long time since I’ve made a dedicated post for doll hair styling, and my methods/product recs have changed quite a bit so I figured I’d provide another one! I’ve been using my current methods for several years now, so I can confidently recommend all of them!

I’ve been styling doll hair since I was in...well idk elementary school, and while I’m probably not the BEST out there, I know what I’m doing and I hope my experiences will help some people because I’m incredibly passionate about doll hair lol. This is what works for me, doesn’t mean it’s the end-all-be-all of doll styling! I get asked pretty often and rather than making a new post every time, I figured I’d make something more permanent that I can link to. <3 Let’s start with heat styling! I’ll make a post about products and tools as well, one about curls, and one about bangs because this post is already massive. Some of this information will probably be really obvious to some of you but hey...you can never be too thorough lol.

I style all of my dolls with a flat iron. I know this is scary for some people because a lot of us were told that a flat iron would DEFINITELY melt the hair, but it’s honestly my favorite method and provides the best results by a landslide! Boilwashing is great and is definitely a good start, but if you’re a perfectionist like me, you’ll notice that it doesn’t always give the best results possible and for that reason, I only boil for a couple of reasons, and it’s always just a step in the styling process: - Boiling is great for flattening down the hair on a doll’s head, for example if some of the plugs are sticking up from an updo, or if you just finished a reroot and need the hair to lay flat. -It’s great for curling hair with rollers, or braiding the hair and boiling it to give a wave -It’s a good finishing step for kanekalon hair, and -it’s good if you want straighter hair quickly, or if you’re just straightening out the kinks after you unbox a doll. I use boiling water for those kinds of things, but in all scenarios, a flat iron provides the most control and gives the best result. Some tips about boiling if this is what you want to do: -Wash the hair first. -Comb from tip-to-root to prevent snags, and detangle the hair prior to straightening. -Don’t dip the hair and swish it around too much, because it won’t do a whole lot; the hair is suspended in the water and therefore will have nothing to weigh it down and straighten it. You want to dip it in, pull it out and comb it into the shape you want, or pour it over the head and do the same. Repeat until you reach the desired texture. -The positioning of the hair is EVERYTHING, because once it cools down, that’s how it will dry. I recommend combing it while it’s still hot, and place the parting how you’d like it to stay primarily. Don’t dip her in upside down, this will disrupt and potentially unthatch the parting, which leads to messed up layers and bald spots. -Be mindful of the parting. Don’t comb out the parting or disrupt the thatching, it’ll mess with the layers and reveal bald spots underneath. -If the doll has particularly long hair, I would separate it, using the parting as a guide and boil one half at a time, then do a finishing pour over her hair once you’re done. -If you’re boiling wavy hair and want to maintain some of it’s original texture, don’t boil it or comb it too much and while it’s still hot, scrunch it up with your hands and then twist it in the direction the curl naturally goes, then rinse it with cold water to set the wave. -If you are boiling kanekalon, be very very diligent about how the hair lays. This hair is very heat sensitive and will take to whatever shape it’s laying against- for example, if you’re boiling a synthetic mohair wig, it’ll form to the shape of the wefts underneath. I recommend using almost-near-boiling water for kanekalon for this reason, and I recommend combing it with a flea comb (from tip to root) and boiling in sections to prevent it from getting any weird shapes when it dries or getting snagged in the comb. Flat ironing

Note: every temperature listed is in FAHRENHEIT.

I’ve used several flat irons for dolls since I was in middle school, but my top choice for almost a decade has been this ION Titanium Flat iron for several reasons: -It has a digital heat setting with settings that go all the way from 160 degrees and up to 450, so I can style any hair type with it efficiently. -it regulates it’s temperature and won’t get hotter the longer it’s on, so there’s no need to shut it off to cool down while you’re styling. -The barrel is small, making it perfect for adding wave to a section of hair (and even curling kanekalon!). The listing says it starts at 180 but it definitely starts at 160, which is a good, mild temperature to start at if you’re new to doll hair. I’m sure there are other options, but all flat irons are different and this is the only one I recommend despite the price tag, and every person that’s gotten it on my recommendation has loved it. I recommend trying on a few bait dolls of different hair types so that you can practice before starting with a doll that you love. When I flat iron a new doll, I always start by washing the hair with a clarifying shampoo (that 2$ Suave one is my favorite) and conditioning. My favorite conditioners are Suave Sleek and Shine and Garnier Fructis Sleek and Shine. The Suave is more mild and is best for hair that doesn’t need a lot of work (or if it’s curly and you don’t want to weigh the hair down), while the Garnier is very thick and heavy, which I prefer when I start out styling a doll, then after I’m done, if I feel it’s too heavy, I’ll wash it again with the Suave conditioner. I start flat ironing while the hair is damp- you might want to lay a towel under the doll if you’re holding her between your legs because there have been several times where hot water came down and burned my thighs lol. Don’t be me.

The hair does not HAVE to be damp to be flat ironed at the right temperature, it just provides a little more control and is helpful on especially unruly hair. If the hair is at risk of melting without being damp, your flat iron is too hot.

I work in sections, going by each row of plugs, from the very bottom and all the way to the top row! This is most efficient for me because I hold the sections up with clips, and I’ll have to go through and re-do the top sections if they get bent by the hair clips. I’ll straighten until the hair is completely dry usually, and if I feel I need to keep flat ironing I will spritz the hair with water and do it again. I straighten one section multiple times until I get the desired texture, and if the hair is wavy (or if I want to give it a wave), I’ll curl it under with my fingers while it’s still hot, and keep repeating until I get the shape I want. Make sure to go in the direction the wave naturally goes, otherwise it’ll unravel and go flat! Most doll hair will curl in one direction all around, and it’s difficult to train it to go another way and it never looks as nice. My favorite tools for flat ironing are a flea comb, a toothbrush and a regular rattail comb or a two sided comb with varying widths on each side! Depending on the level of frizz or level of straightness I need, I’ll use one of those tools, both combing while the hair is still hot, to organize sections and as a comb-chase. Now onto the hair types: Saran is the most common hair type and imo the best of them all- it can tolerate temperatures anywhere from 160 degrees and all the way up to 230 degrees (sometimes higher but if you’re a beginner, I would err on the side of caution). I always start low and go up depending on how the hair is reacting. Nylon (Used on most MGA dolls circa 2018-present, some Disney Store dolls, Just Play dolls and some hasbro dolls) is the second-most-common and it’s the strongest of the hair types- I typically start at 200 with this hair type which is usually sufficient, but sometimes I’ll go higher if the hair is unruly or has a really difficult texture like the crimps on my LE 17′‘ Ariel doll; I went up to 400 with her and it never melted, actually I don’t think I’ve EVER melted nylon no matter how hight the temperature. Polypropylene ( this is the ‘bad nylon’- commonly used on dollar store dolls, various Mattel dolls from 2016-onward. MGA dolls from 2008-2012, it’s on a lot of the current MLP dolls and DS dolls) Is the third-most-common hair type and in between Saran and Nylon with temperature. This hair is best flat ironed at 200-250 degrees, anything over 250 usually makes it frizz up in my experience. This hair sucks regardless tho so I’d recommend a reroot lol. Doll grade kanekalon (otherwise known as synthetic mohair) is very common on 80′s-90′s Barbies and Liv dolls but has since been discontinued for playline requires the lowest temperature, as it’s very heat sensitive and easy to style. I never go above 200 with this because it’s just not needed. You can also curl kanekalon with a flat iron! This doesn’t need much of an explanation, there are plenty of tutorials for this online with human hair and it’s basically the same method- curve the flat iron while the hair is passing through it, all the way until the ends come out- poof! Curl! This does take some practicing but once you get the hang of it, it’s pretty fun. Once you’re done ironing, I recommend washing the hair again, combing it into place and putting the doll on a stand to dry.

#dolls #bjd #doll hair #barbie #monster high #ever after high #dcshg

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bbwoulfc · 5 years

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Instincts Sucks Ch 1: Triggered

Summary: For Adrien and Marinette, they thought life was fine as an alpha and omega. But when both turn eighteen, the two have reached maturity age of their presentation. Who would have guessed that enduring your maturity stage would cause so much instinctual cravings? It shouldn’t be too difficult to deal with…right?

A/N: Decided to post here on Tumblr too.

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It started like any typical day in the Agreste Mansion.

For Adrien, it was like any routine day.

Get up at the sound of the alarm, shed his nightly clothes (if he had any), jump in the shower, dress for the day, go downstairs to have a family breakfast with his parents, and then finally head to school where he’ll spend majority of his day until coming home. Unless he had his job or after school activities to attend.

Simple and easy to memorize for his day to day schedule, other than his scheduled photoshoots arranged by his mother and father. Not that he doesn’t mind participating in the photoshoots for his parent’s company. He enjoys his part time job as one of his parent’s models. It’s small moments that he gets to see his mother and father in their field of passion.

Even though Adrien has enjoyed his youth as a model, thankfully nothing too demanding with his father and mother always around at the photoshoots; he has come to an age where things are preparing to change. Being in his final year of Terminale and only a few more months left until graduation, Adrien is prepared to begin his own path of his desired career. Though he decided that he’ll model for his parents one more year to save some extra cash.

As the sun slowly rises for early morning, the high buzzing noise of Adrien’s alarm on his iPhone sets off waking the young man from his deepened sleep.

Adrien flips over in bed to shut off the annoying contraption that is his phone and dreading another day. Though he can’t complain. Other than another day learning, the bright side of going to school is the ability of seeing his closest friends.

Nino, a beta who is like a brother to him, Alya who is like a sister, a very scary sister for a beta, and Marinette. His favorite person to be around. And how lucky could he be that she was also a ranked omega. Whenever there was a fight or harsh disagreement in class, he was prepared to bring back order like most alphas are accustomed too, but with Marinette being the omega that she is, she was always strong and nurturing. Unlike the alpha’s brooding and harshness towards situations that can typically cause the issue to escalate, the omega nature in Marinette always manages to relax the issue before one could or tried to move.

A smile adorns his face as he envisions his raven-haired friend. Ever since convincing his parents to letting him go to public school (mainly convincing his father thanks to the help of his mother), Adrien had always thanked his lucky stars regularly for that opportunity because he got to meet Marinette. Ever since his first day in the rain with her, he felt attached to her. As an alpha, Adrien knows it’s not just because Marinette was an omega. There’s a connection there somewhere and he’s going to find out soon. It’s been four years and he’s going to finally make his move this year. He’ll be eighteen this week and Marinette will be eighteen next month. Then, and only then will he find out if they’re destined. Even if they’re not, he will make Mari his mate if she’ll allow him.

There’s no one else he’d be happier with, destined or not. All the times he’s wanted to ask her out, Adrien kept holding back until their eighteenth birthday. He could tell that Marinette knew and understood his thoughts on the matter by the way they interacted with each other. The thought that both could or couldn’t be destined was nerve wracking but they did their best to not let it affect them too much and get in the way. So, throughout their years of knowing each other, Adrien and Marinette kept it to simple gestures, knowing that each crave certain needs like cuddling and simple petting. Oh, the petting. He loves when Marinette runs her fingers through his hair and scratches behind the areas of his ears…

Adrien clears his throat; he shouldn’t let his thoughts on Marinette distract him from his daily routine. Although, if he’s being honest with himself, he’s confident that he wouldn’t mind spending an entire day thinking about Marinette. Her pheromones were always so…pleasant. Alluring? Especially through the years of them getting older.

The young man groans. ‘Must not get distracted. Must not get distracted.’

Pushing himself off his bed, Adrien sits up and shoves the bed sheets off around his legs and mid-section and prepares to get ready for the day.

Shuffling across the cold floor of his bedroom, he looks over at his desk to see his lazy, black maine coon cat, stretched out on his side. Fur spread across the flat of his desk’s surface as the early sun falls on the cat to show off his sleek black fur as if it were a gleaming gem.

The cat rolls his head, rotating his body until he laid on his back, stretching to reveal a green collar with a small gold bell. Opening one green eye, the cat sees Adrien standing in front of him with his mouth slightly gaped open. He opens his other eye drowsily and offers Adrien a lazy ‘meow’.

From his position, Adrien looks at his cat with disbelief as he sees cheese wrappers underneath his body and three by the cat’s head.

“Plagg! How the hell do you find the cheese?” Adrien growls as he continues to stare at his lazy pet. His eyes changing to a yellow-green.

“Meow”, comes another drowsy response from the cat.

“You know what cheese does to you!”

Plagg’s features shift as his mouth moves to a smirk as he stares back into Adrien’s eyes.

Adrien’s right brow twitched from the response. How on earth did he end up with a cat like Plagg. He’ll never know. As well as why this cat of his has a craving for cheese, disgusting smelling ones at that. Adrien will swear that this cat is possessed, specifically when the cat gives him human like expressions.

“You’re lucky Mari and mama love you.”

Giving Plagg another look, Adrien turns and walks into his bathroom. He swore he heard Plagg give a scoff huff and rolls over as Adrien shut the bathroom door behind him. Heading over to the shower, Adrien rotates the knobs as the warm water pour from the shower head.

Shedding his clothes off, Adrien notices a difference in his body. Nothing uncomfortable, just slightly different from normal. But a good different. Stretching his body, a sudden unfamiliar surge of energy pulses through his entire body when entering in the shower area. He places a hand against the small tiled wall of the shower as he lets the sensation flow through him. Never once since being ranked as an alpha had Adrien experienced such a surge and spark of energy. He would describe it like a tingling feeling but stronger. And boy, was it strong.

Adrien couldn’t debate whether it was from the cause of the unexpected surge, but the spark of energy produced an instinctual urge to do something. The thought of standing still made him feel slightly antsy. What that instinctual something is, he’s not sure yet, but hopefully it’ll make an appearance and help ease that antsy feeling creeping through him.

Pushing the sudden feeling aside, Adrien steps under the shower head and lets the water flow down along his body. The warmth of the water loosening the tiredness and ache from his muscles and bones. Releasing the tension from the previous night’s photoshoot of constant poses and stiffness.

The water droplets falling along the curves of his body as if they were soft touches of soothing finger tips against his skin. A small moan vibrates from Adrien’s lips as he imagines Marinette’s delicate and soft fingers replacing the water droplets. Sending warmth across his aching skin thinking about the young omega love of his. Oh, how he would ravish her with all the love she’d deserve. Bring Marinette back to his room and spend days huddled under the covers where they could cuddle, pet, kiss, and bite –

Adrien releases a groan as the heat in his body moved south, dropping his head against the coolness of the shower’s tiled wall. Imagining the love of his life, and hopefully soon to be mate, is really straining on him, mainly below the waist. Another groan escapes through his lips. He really shouldn’t be thinking about his adorable classmate like this.

Stupid maturity alpha hormones.

Today is going to be a long first day as a mature alpha.

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Descending the stairway from his bedroom, Adrien turns left once reaching the bottom towards the family dining room. Crossing the arch way into the room, Adrien looks over to see his parents sitting at the furthest side of the table near the back.

Walking over, he can see his father sitting at the end of the table, and his mother sitting on his right side. Moving towards the far side, Adrien takes the seat on Gabriel’s left side and across his mother. Food of varies breakfast items on plates and bowls set in the middle. The food appeared and smelled delicious. Fresh from the stove or oven as the stems of steam can be seen hovering above the food.

Reaching to gather food and make his meal, his parents greet him.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Came the sweet voice of his omega mother, Emilie. Her appearance proper and dressed in her crème colored suit and skirt.

Adrien gave his mother a quick smile in greeting as he continued to gather food on his plate. “Morning, mama.”

“Morning, son.” The stiff voice of Adrien’s alpha father, greeted, dressed to match his wife in a similar crème colored suit. Even with the stiffness of his father’s voice, Adrien knew there was no harshness from it. It’s just that nature of his father to appear a little cold. But if he thinks about it, that might explain how his father got to where he was today. One thing he’s learned growing up, you don’t mess with an Agreste.

Turning over to his father, and for the second time this morning, offers his father a smile and greet. “Morning, pére.”

Complete with gathering food on his plate, Adrien sets the dish in front of him; oblivious of the look his parents are giving him from the amount of food their son gathered on the single plate.

It’s not uncommon for Adrien to eat a big meal. Emilie and Gabriel were always aware of their son’s food consumption, especially as a growing young man. Even as one of their head models, they kept him under a certain food intake to fit in the clothes for their family’s company, but seeing the larger amount than normal accumulated on his plate at the start is startling.

Even as a young alpha, they’ve seen Adrien’s appetite grow and accumulate during certain times of the year, though nothing behavioral wise occurred, thankfully. Just simple hunger growth.

Watching their son’s appetite and him eating like a starved animal, Emilie reaches her hand across towards Gabriel and pulls on the sleeve of his suit.

Feeling the tug of his suit sleeve, Gabriel leans to the side towards his wife, both parents gaze still on their only son. Once Gabriel became within ear shot, Emilie leans towards her husband and whispered lowly for only his ears.

“Dear, I think it’s time you gave our son the talk.” Her voice whispered in her husband’s ear.

Gabriel’s eyes bulged and snapped his attention to his wife, his face slightly paling from the thought of such topic to discuss. His wife in return looks at him and gave Gabriel the knowing look of starting the conversation. Her eyes darting back and forth to the direction of their son.

“I am not discussing the sex talk with Adrien.” Gabriel hissed in return.

Emilie closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling the built-up air through her nose. She opens her eyes and flatly looks at her husband. “I meant the alpha talk, dear.” She grounded out through clenched teeth.

“Oh.” Her husband replied, relief returning to the older alpha’s features. Both taking a deep breath, Emilie releases her grip on the man and both return up right in their seat. Mrs. Agreste straightened her back as she rested her hands on the top of the table. Mr. Agreste straighten himself in his seat. Moving his tablet aside, he clasped his hands together and rested them on top of the dining table.

Gabriel raises his right hand against his lips and clears his throat. The motion halting Adrien in his movements and breakfast. The young man looks up to see his parents looking him with comforting smiles. Though, when he looks at his father’s smile, it looks pained and full of nervousness. If Adrien didn’t sense the importance of the looks that he’s receiving from his parents, he would most likely find his father’s strained features highly amusing. Hell, he’d probably most likely be laughing since it’s not every day he sees his own father with a sense of nervousness. He doesn’t even know that it was possible for his father to show nervousness. If anything, his parents are the power couple of the fashion industry. They are feared amongst their competitors and fashion world, but are nice people. Scratch that, they’re only nice to people that deserve and have earned it. Adrien internally chuckles as the thought of his parents. If you didn’t know his parents well, you’d think Gabriel is the frightening one, but if there was anything to know about the Agreste’s, it isn’t Gabriel you should fear, even if he can be scary. No, if any of the two, you should fear Emilie. As an omega, she can be frightening. She can even put Gabriel to shame in fear if you cross his mother wrong. ‘Huh, no wonder people barely threaten them.’

Placing his fork down on the table, Adrien sits up and glances at his awaiting parents. “Yes?”

Taking a deep breath, Gabriel meets his son’s eyes. “Before I begin this discussion and certain topic, I need to ask you a question first. I want you to tell me the truth.” Gabriel stopped as he watched Adrien closely. Waiting, Adrien gave his father a curt nod and waited for him to continue. Nodding his head, Gabriel continued. “Now that the time has come of the week of your eightieth birthday, I will begin by asking if you have encountered any emotional or physical differences recently.”

Adrien audibly gulped. The inkling of knowing where this entire discussion may direct towards causes him to slightly shutter. As parents, the young man understands that it’s their duty as a loving mother and father to share their wisdom of the birds and the bees. Of all times, why did it have to come now, when he was turning eighteen in a few days? Besides, Natalie so graciously educated him on such topic when he first started lycée! Albeit the awkwardness that ensued during that time of his life. Nothing against Natalie, none. He’s positive it was awkward for her as it was for him.

Knowing it best to get this embarrassing child to parent discussion over with now than later, Adrien begins counting the seconds.

Gulping, Adrien looks to his father and answers the question. Thinking about the new sensation in the shower and intimate feelings, he could say there was a difference. Though would feeling extremely sexual towards your crush consider a difference?

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Adrien says, “Yes. Kind of? It was…interesting. Uh, when I was heading into my shower, I felt this…electricity, I guess is the best way to describe it, and I could feel it pulse through my entire body. It wasn’t painful. Actually, it felt good.” He glances at his mother where she graces her son with a smile.

Giving a curt nod, Gabriel takes a deep breath and exhales through the nose. Of all things to consider, he no doubtingly never thought he’d end up explaining the alpha talk with his son. Not that it wasn’t uncomfortable, but the mere thought of just having to explain to his only son the urges he’s going to be experiencing now as a mature alpha was never on his priority list. The things he goes through as a father.

“Alright then.” Looking back to his son. “Promise me you’ll take the information I give you to heart.” Seeing his nod in agreement, Gabe takes the plunge and decides to rip ‘the talk’ off like a band-aid. “As you are aware, you’ll be turning eighteen this week. Which signifies the final stage of maturity; whether it be as an alpha or an omega.

“Now that you have reached maturity, you will now experience the full effect that we as alphas will endure. If you recall from your childhood, your body releases pheromones. Pheromones that allow society to distinguish what rank you fall under. Betas as you are aware don’t leak pheromones like alphas and omegas. Yet, we all have our special pheromone that ignites when we meet our ‘destined’ mate.” Now preparing for the important part. “When still a child, including your puberty years as a teen, you notice that your pheromones are naturally mild. But once your body has hit the maturity mark of eighteen you succumb to the full instinctual nature of the alpha. Again, keep in mind the same stages go along with omegas. They experience the same process.

“As for the instinctual urges, you will experience a good and healthy response of wanting sexual needs.” That sentence right there made an itch crawl along Adrien’s spine. The simple imagery of falling to the urge of sexual needs brings forth slight anxiousness. “In a few days or probably even now, and so on in the future, you will experience a change for three days. After your birthday, you will endure this need once a month. During these three days is when you will experience the full force of sexual desire which we call the rut. When those times arrive, you’ll crave of wanting to mate with your desired, well, mate. So, during those three days I encourage longer extracurricular activities that can offer release of that intimate want. And if I must, I have no issue with ordering nude magazines for you to help with the release-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence, pére.” Adrien quickly urged. “I’m understanding where you were going with that direction.”

“Good, good. Second, your eyes will remain golden during your rut cycle, as well as your teeth will elongate out of instinct. So, don’t worry with that. Other than the sexual urges, you will more than likely experience a stronger desire to protect and be possessive towards your destined mate. Whenever it is you come across paths with them.”

A smile adorns Adrien’s face. “What if I already have a feeling of who my destined is?”

Both Gabriel and Emilie glanced at Adrien full of curiosity, intrigued on who this mate may be.

“Is that so?” Emilie asked, an encouraging smile taking place. “Please, tell us about this special someone.”

With his nervous tick, Adrien places his right hand behind his head and rubs his palm along the back of his neck. “Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Adrien’s cheeks taking on a rosy hue as he shyly grins at his parents. “I’m hoping, well, both Mari and I are eagerly waiting next month to see if were destined.”

His mother’s smile softens at his claim. “What will you do if you and Marinette aren’t destined, sweetheart?”

With sincerity in his eyes and voice, Adrien says, “If Mari and I find out that we’re not destined, it won’t change how we feel. Mari and I still plan to make it work. We’re happy with each other by our side. No one has made me happier than her.” His cheeks taking on a stronger rose color. “But there’s this feeling that I truly believe we’re destined mates. And I can’t wait to find out.”

“Either way, I’m happy for you. I like Marinette. Even if she weren’t an omega, I couldn’t wish for a better mate.” His mother chuckled. “And I hope this will encourage you to bring her around more often. I always enjoy talking with her.”

“I promise I’ll bring Mari around more.” Adrien promised, holding his right hand over his heart.

“Maybe I can also add another opportunity.” Gabriel cut in. “Your mother and I have the next gala scheduled for next month. Perhaps you can invite Marinette along. I’m sure she’d appreciate the close encounter of her favorite passion. Wouldn’t you agree?” His father offered him a knowing smirk.

Adrien couldn’t have asked for better parents. Yes, they have a demanding profession, but they always support his dreams and desires. He’s always known they were fawned of Marinette. But to see them confirm their approval made his heart sore. Adrien was thrilled that Mari will be welcomed in his family. “I think that’s an excellent idea, pére. I’ll inform Marinette when I see her at school.”

“Speaking of school, you better get going. Can’t have you being late.” His mother informed.

Giving his mother a nod, Adrien says his goodbyes to his parents and runs up to his bedroom to retrieve his backpack.

Grabbing his homework for his classes and books; Adrien gives a quick scratch behind Plagg’s ear and exits his bedroom. Shouting another farewell to his parents and Natalie, Adrien exits the Agreste mansion and takes on the walk to school, pushing the morning discussion with his parents in the back of his mind for now.

He doesn’t need the information of his alpha maturity getting in the way of him focusing on other things around him. For now, and until the end of school, he’ll keep his attention span on his friends and his school’s education. Nothing wrong can happen from that.

******

Coming upon the grand stairway of the front school, Adrien looks along the stairs to see his right-hand man, Nino. In his natural state with earbuds in his ears most likely listening to music or even his own mixes. He must give credit to Nino. That beta sure has an ear to making good music.

Walking up the concrete steps, Nino looks up to the approaching young man and removes his earbuds to greet his best friend.

“Hey, it’s my favorite alpha. Morning, bro.” Nino greets raising his fist up for his and Adrien’s morning fist pump.

With a smile of his own, Adrien returns the morning fist pump with his own as he stands beside his beta friend. “Morning, Nino. Listening to your personal mixes?” Adrien asked.

Wrapping his headphones around his shoulders, Nino places his phone in his back pocket. “Nah, dude. Well, okay, yes. But these are special mixes for my one and only.”

One and only. Adrien chuckles as he knew exactly who Nino was referring. Anyone in their current grade knows the bond of one Nino Lahiffe and Alya Césaire. He remembers around the beginning of summer when Nino and Alya both turned eighteen. The special pheromone that every rank owns that stays dormant until coming in contact with your supposed destined. A special pheromone only available and smelt by your destined. Adrien recalls how Nino described how Alya smelt like fresh home breeze and summer. A comfort that easily satisfied and made Nino crave for his mate’s presence. It seems that Nino and Alya got lucky that they’re destined, even if they’ve been dating since they were sixteen.

The simple thought makes him wonder what his lovely omega would smell like. Adrien bets Marinette would smell like baked goods and home just like the bakery she lived in. Now that would be a smell that he could enjoy every waking moment to. Curled up under the sheets with his beloved Marinette, spooning her from behind. His nose relaxed into her long, flowing, raven hair that he loved so much. Her hair would be the area that held onto those sweet, sweet aromas of her bakery home. Oh, how he and Mari could –

“Dude!”

Adrien’s eyes shot open from Nino’s shout to gain his oblivious attention.

Blinking, Adrien looks at Nino. The dark skin young man looking at his best friend with a quizzical stare and one brow raised. First to note, when the heck did he even close his eyes in the first place. Until the previous thoughts came rushing back in his mind making the blond exhale in a huff.

Damn it! Stupid. Maturity. Alpha. Hormones!

“Sorry, bro.” Adrien apologized, rubbing his hand behind his head. “Guess I was lost in thought.”

Giving Adrien a skeptical glance, recognition soon takes place as a smirk slowly makes way onto Nino’s lips. Wiggling his eyebrows at the blond, Nino places a hand on Adrien’s shoulder.

“Are you finally going to make your move and ask Mari to be yours, bro?!” A smile full of excitement taking over. “Are you?”

Removing Nino’s hand from his shoulder, Adrien could only grin back.

“Alright, calm down, Nino. Yes, I plan on making my move to hopefully make Mari my mate, but you have to refrain from spoiling my chances without giving my plans away. I’m waiting til next month to ask Mari out. When she’s eighteen.”

“Are you both waiting to see if your both destined?”

Nino watches as Adrien’s features soften, offering a simple nod to confirm his friend’s question.

“Adrien, bud. You shouldn’t have to rely on some special pheromone to inform whether you and Mari are meant to be. You and Mari are better than that. I know for fact that you and Mari are meant to be. No special pheromone can change that. Anyone with eyes can see that you and Mari love each other. So why wait?”

Nino gives Adrien a supportive smile and a soft fist punch against the blond’s shoulder. “You worry too much, Adrien. Everything will turn out the way it should be.”

A chuckle leaves Adrien’s lips, feeling comfort to know he has a friend like Nino. As a beta, Nino can be quite full of wisdom. Even if his friend disses the claim. Adrien felt blessed to have a beta and a friend like him. Nino just knew what to say to help ease the running thoughts in his head.

“Thanks, man. I’m glad you’re my voice of reason. But the truth is Mari and I decided to wait til we were both eighteen. I know we could have easily started dating earlier, but we both wanted to wait and see. Either way, I plan on courting Mari if she’ll have me.”

“You won’t have anything to worry about. We all know Mari will say yes. Especially with all those…intimate pleasures.” Nino couldn’t help the little snicker that escaped his lips.

“They’re not that intimate! It’s just petting and cuddling!” Adrien argued.

“Ah huh. Yea, sure. I’m sure you both wish they were.” Nino teased.

Heat rose in Adrien’s face, his cheeks taking on a dark rose color. Of course, he would love for things to be intimate between him and Mari. It wasn’t rocket science.

Looking at Nino snickering, Adrien narrowed his eyes and punched his friend’s shoulder with force. Feeling the strength behind the hit, Nino hisses and rubs his shoulder to sooth the stinging pain.

“Fuck. I forgot about your alpha strength.”

Adrien grins with pride. “Moving on, I’m planning on inviting Mari to be my plus one for my parent’s gala next month. I thought it would make a good birthday present.”

“She’ll enjoy that. Hell, I’m sure no other present will beat that.”

It couldn’t hurt to start earlier at pleasing your hope to be mate.

“Since you feel so confident, then why don’t you tell her now.”

Nino points his thumb to the side, signaling Adrien to turn.

Turning his head to his left, Adrien’s eyes encounter his favorite beauty in the world, and he will swear to his dying breath that it will forever be his favorite.

Breath hitching like always, Adrien releases a contented sigh as he sees Marinette walking down the sidewalk. Dressed in a simple but fashionable black tank shirt, topped by a rose red jacket, and wearing jean shorts that reach mid-thigh; no doubt made by her. Yet, those wondrous, creamy, soft skinned thighs. Soft, soft skin that he could easily cuddle against at this very moment. The hope that her fingers could join in and comb through his hair as both could relax huddle together. Why couldn’t it already be next month!

Coming down the sidewalk, Marinette, accompanied with Alya by her side, make their way towards the school. Another day, but another day with Adrien. The thought of the young man sending joy through her body. She couldn’t wait for her birthday next month when her and Adrien plan to make it official. Of course, her and Adrien haven’t been technically dating, but with how close they’ve been through the years, some would easily considerate dating.

The moments where Adrien would come over to her place or her to his, spending their time hanging out, and aiding in their gestures of comfort. It might have been awkward at first when her and Adrien started helping each other with the hidden craving of each other’s presence and touch, but it didn’t take long for the two to fall in place. Like if it was meant to be for the two to be in sync.

Hopes of being officially bonded to Adrien always plagued her dreams. Two years ago, when she noticed their interactions became closer and revolved around more touch contact, Mari could see the struggle Adrien would have internally. It wasn’t difficult to see that Adrien wanted to be closer, to be more than what they had established since the beginning. She wanted the exact same thing that Adrien desired. A partner; one that would cherish and love you for life. There to support you and comfort you through your ups and downs. Yet, the simple negative thought of not being destined always proved stronger as it coursed through both their thoughts and planting the ‘what ifs’. But there was hope. There would always be a fifty-fifty chance. And no matter what, she was determined to prove Adrien that she would make a perfect mate whether they were destined or not. Neither her or Adrien would let the universe decide who their mate is or isn’t, let it control their happiness. If they wanted happiness, then damn it they’ll take their fate into their own hands.

“Girl, it looks like someone is checking you out.”

Snapping out of her own reverie of future dreams, Marinette glances over to Alya beside her to see her best friend with a knowing smirk.

‘Checking me out?’ Alya’s sentence floating around in her head.

Seeing Alya gesture to the front of them, Marinette turned her head to see the one gorgeous being a few feet in front of her. The young man of her desires and closest and best friend. Sorry, Alya. She’s an amazing friend don’t get her wrong, able to support whenever Mari needed, but there’s just some things that even a best friend can’t beat. And that one thing is standing a few feet away staring at her.

Adrien, watching as she sees his eyes gazing the surface of her body. Heat pooling in her face as Mari stops in place staring back at Adrien. Her cheeks taking a good majority intake of heat and her mind buzzing with the knowledge that her crush is standing there looking at her. It felt…amazing. Felt breathtaking and confident knowing that Adrien, the young man that she agreed with to promise and wait, was frozen in adoration and awe at the sight of her. Oh, how this helped with the confidence booster.

Closely watching his gaze, Adrien’s eyes fall to her legs, causing a breathy chuckle to escape through her mouth. Yep, total confidence builder the more Mari watches Adrien admire her form.

“Looks like golden boy really likes what he sees, girl. Maybe you guys will be together sooner than later.” Came Alya’s voice beside her.

“I already told you, Alya. Adrien and I are waiting til next month-”

“Yes, yes. To see if you and lover over there are destined. I know, you’ve mentioned it plenty of times over the past, what, four years now.” Alya interrupted. “Nino and I still don’t understand why you two are letting the special pheromone of your destined get in the way of your happiness. We know you and Adrien would be happy no matter what.”

Blowing a puff of air out, Mari explains, “I understand that Alya. Both Adrien and I do. We just wanted to know for sure. I know it wouldn’t change anything that we have between us if we weren’t destined, but there’s always that feeling of ‘what ifs’ if we weren’t, you know. And if he would truly want to be with me even though we aren’t meant to be. I understand it’s crazy to think this and all, but there’s moments where that worry seeps in. You got lucky that you and Nino were destined.”

“Mari, listen. No matter what happens, don’t let the fear of you and Adrien not being destined destroy your chance at happiness. You know very well that an alpha and omega can still be happy whether they do or not, meet their destined. If you and Adrien are happy, then that’s what you should focus on than the ‘what ifs’. You got it?” Alya offers her a warm filled smile and places a hand on her shoulder.

Everyday Marinette thanks the universe to giving her a friend like Alya. She truly is the voice of reason when Mari begins to have doubts. Having a strong, fire filled beta as a best friend helps a lot. Though Mari can handle herself quite well, strong even, no doubt about that. It’s just nice knowing you have someone by your side who will tackle the world by your side. For that, Mari was thankful to have Alya in her life.

“Thanks for that, Alya. You’re right. I shouldn’t focus on the ‘what ifs’. I’m going to start focusing on the bond that Adrien and I already have and grow from there. Since I’m feeling confident and the way Adrien is looking at me, I guess I should take advantage of it.” Marinette said, full confidence radiating from her words.

With a smirk, Alya gives an approving nod. “Now there’s my fearless and tough omega. Go show Adrien the omega you are. Make that boy melt.”

Picking up their steps again, both ladies walk their way towards the two males. Adrien’s eyes still on her figure as Marinette saunters towards him with a gleam in her eyes and heart stopping bright smile.

Clasping her hands together and standing tall in front of Adrien, Marinette looks straight in his eyes with a loving and soft smile. Wait? When did, her smiles look so deviant?

“Good morning, minou. Were you enjoying the view a few seconds ago?”

Who knew Adrien’s face could take on a shade of red so quickly.

And boy does Mari enjoy this feeling, seeing him flustered from her presence. Alya’s right. Forget about the ‘what ifs’. This is what happiness feels like when you’re with someone you love.

“I thought we agreed to keep those nicknames private.” Adrien grumbled. Those were special nicknames that were only used in a private space, during their time either in his or her room for their cuddle and pet time. Their ears only.

And there it was, the snickering that came from the only other two that were there at this very moment.

Looking over at Alya and Nino, it was clear as day on their faces that they were holding back their laughter. A pout forming on Adrien’s face as the two burst out laughing.

“Dude, are you sure you two aren’t dating yet? Cause that is undeniably the cutest thing I’ve heard.” Adrien couldn’t believe his friend. He felt betrayed.

Taking sympathy on her alpha best friend, Mari moves her right hand and begins running her fingers through the back of Adrien’s hair.

Like a snap of the fingers, Adrien forgets the embarrassment of the nickname and relaxes against the magic that is Marinette’s fingers. He can let the nicknames slide. It’s not that bad anyways the more he thought about it. If it meant having Marinette closer and having her fingers running to soothe him, he’ll take that any day of the week.

Until the bell of the school interrupts such blissfulness.

Heaving a sigh and pout from the loss of the petting, Marinette wraps her arms around his left and begins pulling Adrien towards the entrance of the school.

“Come on, Adrien. Let’s get to class.” Said Marinette.

“Fine.” Adrien grumbled.

Leading the way, Alya and Nino follow close behind as the two still snicker from the earlier moment. Who knew two individuals could be so adorable.

******

Hour passing hour, listening to lectures from the teachers, the half way mark slowly approaches as the lunch time is soon to grasp. Just one more class before being released to enjoy a break and eat with friends.

One class left.

Gym Class.

Soon it’ll be lunch time and Adrien can ask Mari to his parent’s fashion gala. Perfect.

With the class heading to the locker rooms to change into their gym clothes, when finished, gather in the small gymnasium waiting for the lesson to begin.

Changed and ready to go, Marinette and Alya stand by the side of one of the gym’s wall. Talking and waiting for the boys to exit the boy’s locker room.

While waiting, the two hear an approaching presence and look up to see Chloe dressed for gym and a smile on her face.

“Hey, Chloe.” Marinette greeted the blonde.

“Hey Marinette, Alya.” The blonde alpha greeted in return. “You two ready for this last year to end? Heaven knows I am.”

“You always wish the year would end, Chlo.” Said Alya. “We still have a few months left. I’m sure you’ll survive.” A smirk taking over.

Chloe grumbles. “I know, I know. I just want this year to be over so Nathanael and I can head to London for our first trip together. Alone.”

“Oh, girl. Are you planning on marking your man? A romantic getaway to make the moment special?” Alya’s journalist side kicking in wanting to know the details.

Beside her, Marinette chuckled. It wasn’t uncommon to hear Chloe discuss about wanting to travel around to popular locations with her boyfriend, Nathanael. Despise what people would say about Chloe, she was a caring alpha when it came towards her destined omega mate. Parisians may say the mayor’s daughter was rude and arrogant, but they never took a moment to get to know the young woman behind the mask of the mayor’s daughter. Chloe may act like that sometimes, but the only times she truly acted out was when she felt someone threatened her dear Nathanael. Her protectiveness for the red head omega was fawn to watch. There weren’t many people who could calm down Chloe when she goes through hard times, but whatever Nathanael does, Chloe appreciates it.

“Like I’m going to tell you, Alya.” Chloe smirks. “You’ll just have to wait and see what happens in a few months and summer after to learn what happened.”

“I’ll hold it to you.” Alya responded.

With Chloe walking off to find her boyfriend, Adrien and Nino take her place when the gym teacher, Monsieur Acel, finally approaches.

“Alright students, follow me.” Monsieur Acel announced, leading the students towards the outside track. Having the students take a seat on the bleachers, the teacher goes over the day’s activity. “Alright class, today I have to have you all take part on the second semester’s quarterly physical exam. In groups of three, you’ll head down to the starting line of the track and when I blow the whistle you’ll run the entire track twice to reach half a mile. When everyone finishes running the track, we’ll head in to do some weights.”

Calling off names for groups of three, each classmate takes their turn running the track.

During Mari’s turn, she had Alix and Chloe in her group. Thankfully making the half mile run exciting has the three-women group decided to have some fun making it competitive to see who can finish first. Judging by the sound of laughter throughout the run, the three were having an enjoyable time.

Reaching the end of the second lap, it was a close win for all three girls. Alix winning first place by a mere few inches; Chloe and Marinette coming in a tie for second place.

Giggling, all three women head back up to the bleachers as Monsieur Acel writes down their scores and times.

“Alright, next up is Adrien Agreste, Le-Chein Kim, and Nathanael Kurtzberg. Take your starting positions.” The gym teacher called out.

The three men walk down the bleachers, their friends shouting them luck, take their positions at the starting line and await the whistle.

Hearing the blow of the whistle, Adrien, Kim, and Nathanael take off into a full sprint. It was exciting to say the least. An alpha, beta, and omega all running in a simple physical exercise around the track. All equal in their abilities during the first round of the track, entering their second and final lap.

“Hey, Adrien, Nath. Bet you I can cross the finish line first.” Kim shouts in challenge.

Even as a beta, Kim is always up for challenges and bets. He’d make a good alpha if it weren’t for his hot headedness at times. But nevertheless, Kim was a good friend to go up against in simple challenges. And without warning, Adrien’s body was beginning to experience the familiar increase of energy sparking and coursing through his body. The urge to dominate the win taking hold of Adrien.

The competitiveness taking over as Adrien succumbs to the alpha in him, instincts taking over.

Senses increasing, Adrien’s eyes bleed from emerald green to a bright golden color. Like the sun gifted him with a drop of sunlight that now graced his once green iris. The true eye color of an alpha.

His canines elongating, Adrien feels the new added endurance as he releases a satisfied growl and launches into a full speedy sprint. Stunning his fellow runners and classmates. Watching their friend experience a full alpha form.

Rounding the last corner of the track, Adrien crosses the finish line with ease.

Coming to a halt, Adrien rests his hands over his knees and catches his breath. Hearing silence around him, Adrien turns around to see all his friends and classmates staring at him with wide eyes.

Why was everyone staring at him? And what were these smells he was breathing. They tasted and smelt wonderfully. Taking another whiff, he gathered the familiar scent. It wasn’t strong but it was stronger than he was accustomed too. The wonderful smell of his omega.

Breaking the silence, Adrien looks at everyone with questions flowing through his mind. Finally asking, “What’s going on? Why are all of you staring at me? Did I do something wrong?”

“Uh…am…going to go retrieve the nurse and be right back. Please stay put students and I’ll return as quickly as possible.” Monsieur Acel calls out to the students before rushing towards the school to grab the nurse.

Once the teacher leaves, an electrical surge similar from this morning pulses through Adrien’s body as he drops to his knees. His breath becoming heavy as he puts his entire weight on his knees and hands.

Seeing her friend’s state, Marinette’s omega instincts kick in and rushes her way down the bleachers and to Adrien’s side. Kneeling next to him, Marinette places a hand on his shoulder, feeling his now heated skin. “Oh, Adrien.” Her voice a soft whisper.

Marinette’s soothing voice reaches Adrien’s ears. Comfort quickly seeping over him. Looking up, Adrien’s golden eyes connect with Marinette’s bluebell. “Mari, what’s going on?”

She sits down and pulls Adrien down with her until he’s sitting beside her. Releasing her omega pheromones, Marinette coaxes Adrien to a calming state. Her pheromones seeping into Adrien’s nose as the alluring aroma relaxes the young man. The increasing urges brought down to a mild level.

The moment getting extremely better when Adrien felt Marinette’s fingers running through his golden locks. The massaging ministrations from her hands coaxing Adrien to lean his head and rest it against her shoulder.

Marinette wraps her other hand around his chest and pulling Adrien closer into a more comfortable position to allow the two to cuddle. She was thrilled to be aware of all alpha needs and glad it came through when she needed it most.

With his head resting against Marinette’s shoulder, Adrien adjusts his body to fit along Mari’s for better comfort. His nose making contact near the space of the pulse point of her neck. Her omega pheromones are heavenly and becoming so much more alluring.

A pleasurable soft growl exiting through Adrien’s lips as he instinctively nuzzles his jaw against her. His canines giving off a small glint behind his lips. The balance radiating between him and his omega. Very close. So close to that wondrous spot of her neck.

His eyes keeping gaze onto her pulse point, her smells still circulating between them.

Oh, how he has the strangest, yet satisfying urge of wanting to bite and mark that lovely neck.

His gold eyes giving off a stronger glow. Mine.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

Now, just to give some insight on my omegaverse, I altered mine to have a more supernatural feel to it with werewolf-ish tendencies/appearances. I thought it would be a little unique and different from some of the other omega au fics. Now you will most likely see many things different from mine to others. I am new to the omegaverse au and learned all I could from those who were more knowledgeable in the area and were gracious enough to explain everything that was needed to know. So I took some of my favorite things about the omegaverse and added some things of my own.

So for alphas, they bare the sense and urge to protect, comfort, and provide. Their canines will elongate when triggered in alpha mode/mood (attacking/fighting, rut, intimate interactions, or forcing orders amongst others in situations (use of alpha voice comes in)). Also, when in alpha mode the individuals’ eyes will change to the colors of gold or yellow-red. That is one of the most common appearances for others knowing of an alpha. Omegas, they bare the sense and urge to comfort, nurture, and balance. Though it is common that omegas are viewed vulnerable, a claimed omega by their destined mate, can be frightening, protective, and easily aggravated. Once an omega is marked, it isn’t uncommon for other alphas to get close, especially during heat cycles, but during that time and if the omega is claimed, it is acceptable for an omega to stand against other opposing alphas.

From other omega au fics I’ve read, some make it seem omegas are vulnerable. So I wanted to show that an omega is just as strong and powerful like an alpha and not just some vulnerable being. Like the alphas, omegas canines will elongate when triggered in omega mode/mood (attacking/fighting, heat, intimate interactions, and nurturing (typically if it involves their children)). Also, when in omega mode the individuals’ eyes will change to the colors of whitish blue or silver. That is one of the most common appearance for others knowing of an omega.

For the ‘destined’ scenario, everyone has a destined mate that would give them overall happiness. But that doesn’t mean that they couldn’t be happy if they weren’t with their destined. Alphas and Omegas typically will search for each other as they can bring a stronger balance than each mating with a beta. But again, doesn’t mean they couldn’t be happy. The reason why alphas and omegas search for each other is that it provides a higher chance of having children. It can be alpha/beta or omega/beta, but the chances of having children are lower.

And finally, for all presentations, they all bare a special pheromone. The pheromone will remain dormant until they encounter their destined mate. The pheromone will activate by the touch of their destined mate once they reach their maturity age of 18. This can also occur within the week of the person’s 18th birthday. The special pheromone is only able to be smelt by their destined. No other person would be able to smell it.

Okay, I think that’s good for now. If you have any further questions, come bug me here.

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BAU Prep School AU: 2018

Welcome to the Frederick Buchanan Institute located in scenic Quantico, Virginia, a senior high academy that shapes the best and brightest minds. Its motto is “Behavior, Analysis, Unity,” the mascot the Submariners, colloquially “the Unsubs”. The small school supports the most accomplished faculty from across the country. 2016-2017 school year Class of 18

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September 11, 2017 6:58am

Grant Anderson had barely slept the night before in worry over remembering to cast the school flags at half-mast. It had been an annual tradition since before he took over from the old groundskeeper, an indeterminate amount of years ago. He arrived at the school in the peaceful, yet creeping silence of the pre-student hours. He quickly parked in his usual spot and rounded the school in nearly a circumferential path, the American and Virginia State flags were listless on the solitary hill before the student parking lot. He said a simple prayer of remembrance as he steadily lowered the cords.

He sighed as he walked into the building, the heavy front doors creaking in the quiet. Grant Anderson turned to open his office and begin his day but something in his periphery stopped him. He paused and spun back to the large entrance hall that broke out into twin curving stone stairwells. There in the middle of the space was a stone table, where a tiny, antique, single-person submarine was held inside a glass display case. It was held, because in that moment Grant Anderson found it missing. In its place was a very underwhelming plastic model and a notecard. In stunned silence he approached the case, which was meticulously wiped down after the switch. The note read: ‘Good luck without Old Unity guiding your way.- New Canaan International School.’

Grant hunched over to read the note under his breath, “Oh shit.”

7:19am

Kate didn’t appreciate the incessant media reminders of the day that tore her family apart. She leaned against their kitchen island while Kit was talking to his toys instead of eating his cereal. She remained in her flannel pants and thermal long sleeve pajama top; this was not a day she chose to deal with people, especially not teenagers who couldn’t completely grasp the meaning of the anniversary. Someone of them weren’t even born, like Meg. It had been sixteen years since her mother, Kate’s sister went to work in Manhattan and the entire world changed.

Still, Meg was her silver-lining. The most impossible outcome of that day and the trauma it caused. Two years after losing contact, Kate’s sister Liz showed up on her doorstep, homeless, pregnant and desperate. And today that silver-lining was taking her time in the shower.

“Meg!” Kate called up the stairs, the water audibly gushing through the thin door.

Meanwhile Meg was sitting on the closed toilet lid, texting Maya as she walked into school. She was dressed and avoiding the awkwardness of the day as long as possible. She loved her aunt and uncle, but somedays she wondered what it would have been like if her mom were around. If maybe, just maybe she got her shit together. The brunette girl sighed and locked her phone. Time to start their yearly ritual and try not to make Kate cry, more.

Sept. 12 4:02pm

Coach Morgan wasn’t holding a standard practice today, instead he was in full Under Armor running outfit; his ripped body hugged thoroughly. He stood stone faced waiting for the team to exit the locker rooms in their running gear. Eventually his forty players were lined up before him, three uneven rows of bulky teenagers.

“Submariners!” The Coach’s deep voice barked in to the afternoon heat. “The New Canaan Cougars disrespected us this weekend. Those fools stepped foot in our house and took our mascot. Now!” He began pacing in front of his team. “Are you going to put up with that?”

“No!” A few players answered in various ways.

“I’m sorry? Are you going to LET them disrespect this school?!” He cocked his head to the side in exaggerated listening.

“NO, SIR!” Forty voices proclaimed.

Coach Morgan grinned, “That’s right. We won’t be able to put the pain to those guys until playoffs, but, for now, we run laps. Together. As a team. Because we don’t lose focus and we don’t back down.”

Derek grabbed his whistle off his chest, “Line up by jersey number, we stick together.” The whistle blast got the kids scrambling to fall into line. He waited a minute before giving another shrill alarm, sending Iggy Cruz, the kicker, off to lead the team down the hill. Derek knew the pace would quickly dwindle as they fought to keep their spacing even to his attentive glare. He followed behind his number 93 for the first lap as soon as he crossed their starting point he sprinted to the front of the pack, taking over the lead. It was going to be a long practice, for coach and players alike. In the middle of all the sweat and swearing and straining bodies, May Howard was formulating a plan.

Sept. 14 12:57pm

Jordan Kyle and Alex Blake were making quiet conversation across the staff table as Spencer was munching on his perfectly edged sandwich while reading over some worksheets. The lunch Chef Rossi prepared smelled amazing, yet still he dutifully ate his prepared sack lunch. The women were whispering about more personal details of their summers and Spencer was dutifully playing ignorant. What Stan Kyle had removed from where, was really none of his business, nor how long it took to get him back to, uh, normal in any arena.

The wizened Chef had been avoiding the sixth period lunch hour in the staff room because he was avoiding his ex-wife, though not belligerently; more like a puppy that had to lick his wounds after a round of play that was more than he bargained for. Today, he had outdone himself and needed the extra time for preparations; he quietly made his way towards the half-occupied table with his own tray of food.

“David! This is amazing quiche!” Jordan covered her full mouth with her hand as she spoke. Her bright eyes sparkling with delight. He shrugged, smugly.

“Wait until you get to the cannoli.” Alex murmured conspiratorially.

��How’s everyone? I fell like I haven’t heard much from you lot.” Dave tried making small talk.

“Good!” Spencer perked up. “Hotch gave me a prep period this year and you wouldn’t believe how much time I have now.”

“That’s great kid.” Rossi nodded, inspecting his slice of cheesy egg bake. It was a little moist, he took a mental note.

“How was Turkey?” Jordan asked him, Alex unsubtly rolling her eyes at her friend and colleague.

“It was great, Jordan, thanks for asking.” He grinned, the amusement at Alex’s uncomfortableness equal parts reassuring and instigating. “Cyprus was my favorite though.”

“Cyprus third largest and third most populated island in the Mediterranean?” Spencer added after a few eye daggers and a swift kick from Alex beneath the table.

“Right from the brochure, look at that.” Dave deadpanned. “The people were great, really welcoming. It’s amazing, the ones who have the least in this world are willing to share the most.”

“The constructs of community vary from culture to culture, but the village mentality leaves personal possessions nearly impossible. It is innate generosity.” Spencer built on the complexities of Dave’s experiences.

“Well said.” Alex finally spoke up, after the bell rang, freeing her from Dave’s retelling of the vacation that could have been hers.

Sept. 15 11:38am

As a new student in the middle of her high school career, Lena Curtis was less concerned with fitting in and more focused on keeping up with the rigors of the new academic environment. She had been eating alone, earbuds in while reading over assignments or syllabi. Lucas and Jake had been watching her on and off the first week of school, both innately empathetic and seated in the cafeteria two tables away. Now, they just had to acknowledge that they had been staring and perhaps they could talk to her. Fortunately for all them, May Howard wasn’t one for beating around the bush.

“You guys going to invite her to eat with us or do I have to?” She huffed as she sat down between Jake and her more socially acceptable twin, Cissy.

“Be our guest, Howard.” Lucas took a massive bite of his panini as he waited for her to own up to her bluff. She looked to Jake and back to the smug lineman. She slid back off the bench seat, shoving her hands in the pockets of her pressed khakis. She didn’t want to scare the new girl, Azalene, she remembered from last period Physics.

“Hey.” May’s voice was gruff because she was trying to remain calm. “So, a few of us have Physics with you and were wondering if you want to sit with us. It’s cool if you’d rather study, I know there is a lot of homework and I don’t want to pressure you into a forced social in—”

“No, that’s fine. Nice, I mean. Thanks.” The girl’s twin French braids bobbed with her enthusiasm. “I’m Lena, by the way.”

“May, I mean—I am May.” She stepped back as Lena grabbed her stuff, giving her lunch group a double thumbs’ up behind the acquired newbie’s back. Jake’s face broke into his signature grin while Lucas waved obviously. “The big one is Turner, Lucas, then there’s Jake and Cissy.”

“She’s your sister, right?” Lena looked down, either because she was trying to hear May or because she didn’t like looking people in the eye, it was hard to tell.

“Yeah, stuck with her since birth, but its fine. She grows on you.” May shrugged as a half smirk quirked up her usually hidden dimple.

“Hi!” Lena smiled shyly as she say down with her backpack and tray.

“Atta-girl, Howard,” Coach Morgan muttered his approval of his player reaching out to one of the new kids.

“What’s up?” Luke Alvez leaned in, following Derek’s line of sight.

“One of my kids reached out to the Curtis girl. Glad she had the balls, so to speak.”

“Right, Lena. It’s about time, they’re in my next hour together.” Luke shrugged. “Cafeteria duty is pretty chill, huh?”

“As long as nobody crosses Turner over there,” Tara Lewis nodded back to the group they’d been watching.

“Oh, come on now, that’s not fair.” Derek laughed. “Turner is good. Honestly I can’t think of anyone in here we really have to worry about.”

“Why are so many of us on this hour?” Tara asked confused.

“I think it’s a ratio thing, fifth hour has more students having lunch, so there are more of us. Hotch knows what he’s doing.” Derek shrugged, not mentioning that Lewis and Alvez were still new to the school and Hotch wouldn’t leave them to the wolves alone. Derek wasn’t complaining, having back to back lunch breaks were the dream. Meanwhile, Tara shifted from foot to foot. She hated losing her momentum in the middle of the day, she felt like cafeteria duty was a fairly menial task. Luke was quizzing himself on student’s names and learning who were friends outside of class.

Sept. 25 6:37pm

Derek walked behind Penelope as she strutted into the library, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for the coming meeting. The first Booster Club gathering of the new school year, which meant new students, new ideas and old standbys making the upcoming calendar filled with possibilities. She carefully placed the school’s tablet and her phone on the central table. Grant had rearranged the hefty study desks into a semicircle complete by a collection of chairs in arching rows for the parents and additional student participants.

“Okay, thanks for coming to the Fall meeting again. I know you’ve got your hands full this season and it means a lot that you’re here tonight.” She made sure to give her boyfriend her appreciation, who had yet to be home from school for the day.

“Hey, this is important to me too. Don’t worry about me, I’m good.” Derek held her hand against his chest. “You ready?”

“For another record-breaking year? Hell yeah. Let’s just hope everyone else is.” She grinned before sneaking a quick kiss. They were still alone anyhow.

The meeting went effortlessly, or Penelope Garcia and Michel Foyet were so prepared that it felt more like a conversation than an agenda-riddled requirement. Derek sat calmly to Penny’s right as Mrs. Jordan Kyle was to her left, nodding and smiling in encouragement. The parents were enthusiastic and those that usually overreached were pleasantly absent. Midway through a mother and son made their way to the back of the meager crowd, Penelope smiled as they sat down nervously. The meeting wrapped up before the hour was up, leaving the attendees to break into their own bubbles of conversation. Jordan thanked Penelope for a job well done and went home without much fuss.

Derek and Mr. Howard were talking football as Penelope approached the late arrivals.

“Hi! I’m Ms. Garcia, welcome to the Boosters Club.” She held out her violet manicured hand to the mother and then the anxiously quiet boy.

“Thanks, I’m Rebecca Garner, this is Regi, he’s a freshman this year.” The brunette woman confided in a slight accent.

“Regi is short for Reginald, right? How royal.” Penelope grinned, letting the student roll his eyes at her observation. “If you are looking for service to the school hours, check with Michel, they have the sign-up lists for the semester.”

Regi nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. Rebecca looked impatient with the gesture but smiled sympathetically to Ms. Garcia anyhow. “Thanks, nice meeting you.”

“Of course, thanks for coming.”

Derek called for Chinese pick up as Penelope cleaned up the library from the meeting. She hated leaving it less than she had found it, Grant was anal, but he worked himself too hard as well.

“Ready, Baby Girl?” Derek sighed as she gave the room a tertiary glance. “Penelope.” He was tired and needed some cuddle time.

“Yes, I guess. So? My place or yours tonight, Lover?” She asked as he held the door for her.

Sept. 26 4:08pm

Hotch had driven the same route home for the past five years, a scenic and unrushed ritual. He mentally left his day behind him, focusing on the yardwork and dinner awaiting him. There was an oddly satisfying feeling that he was able to come home to his family at a reasonable hour each and every day. His few years practicing law proved how treasured this possibility was. The leaves lined the neighborhood thoroughfare as he made the turns methodically. He passed a teenager mowing the lawn on one corner and a family walking home from school down another block. It was the American Dream and Aaron Hotchner sighed contentedly as he acknowledged his reality with gratitude.

Though it was breezy, their front door was open for him and Aaron quickly found Jack and Haley in the living room which doubled as Jack’s play spot, an octagonal area fenced off in the middle of the room since he had begun crawling at the beginning of summer. The plastic sides had been folded inwards, leaving Jack’s mat and toys strewn across the room.

“Hey!” He smiled as he set his briefcase in the foyer.

“Wait, Aaron, stay there.” Haley called hurriedly.

“Okay? Any particular reason why?” He chuckled, but listened, hovering in the archway between the hall and the room which held his family. “Hey, buddy!” He called to his son who had been thumping a block against another toy with a satisfying and repeated thwack. Jack’s face burst into a drooling grin and he began crawling to his dad.

“Wait for it…” Haley warned quietly. When Jack reached the recliner, he pulled himself up and continued toward him determinedly. His tentative feet taking him away from the grounding of the furniture, but he managed a good four or five steps before falling back into a crawl. Haley clapped excitedly, the joy upon her husband’s face unparalleled.

“Alright, Jack-Attack!” Aaron bent down and snatched up his giggling son. “Has he been walking all day?!

“Just since lunch. I almost called three times, but I figured seeing it firsthand would be more impactful.”

“Well, that’s the best welcome home I’ve ever had. Good job, buddy!” Aaron kissed the baby’s head and brought him back across the room to his toys. The little family spent the next half hour getting Jack’s consecutive step total up to nine before breaking up the fun for dinner preparations and yardwork. Aaron expertly strapped Jack into his carrier, complete with noise dampening earmuffs so the Hotchner men could clear the yard with the leaf blower before settling in for the night.

Next Chapter: Messy

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