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Lawlight Fanfiction - Bonus Content

Here is an Omegaverse Lawlight Fan Fiction One Shot that I wrote and liked far more than I expected:

Trigger warnings are on the A03 summary. Please be aware that 'Love and Loss' discusses dark elements and makes sexual references that may make some readers uncomfortable.

I liked it so much that I left it open to see if anyone was interested in the continuation of the story.

Since 'Save Our Souls' is still in progress, I debated on the fence for a bit, but then ! I read @eleonoraw's lovely comment that encouraged me to share more on that fic.

I went through and grabbed my drafts - so there's about a chapter and a half of continuation [slight steam] - and some of the prequel. At this point, with all my WIPs, I'll never say anything is off the table to get reanimated, because apparently I have no self control.

It's a bit messy since it's pulled from a collection of drafts, but if it's something you like/are interested in - let me know what you think! I would love to hear what more people think about this one.

Love and Loss - Light Moves In

Light’s face contorted with disgust at the tower of pink icing before him. It was hard to believe there was any form of cake under that thick coat.

“Eat it. You’re too thin.” L pushed the sweet closer to him.

“You’re one to talk.” Light’s mouth turned lower, his nose accordioning in on itself.

“I’m always thin. Doctor says we need to get your weight up.” L’s pupils dilated before diving into his own cupcake.

“By increasing healthy calories, L. Not pink garbage.” Light stuck his tongue out, the sweet cream melting. “Ugh! How do you eat this?”

Smirking, L took another diving bite into his cupcake, a dab of icing left on his nose. “Do you know what your pheromone smells like?”

Light’s eyes widened in horror. “I’ve been told it’s similar to vanilla.”

L’s laugh was coated with another bite of icing. “That’s putting it lightly. Your pheromones are like a birthday cake with thick vanilla icing coated on top.”

“That’s disgusting.” Light cringed at the description.

“Mmm…” L licked the last of his icing off.

Sighing, Light took a single bite of his cupcake. It was so sweet it nearly tasted sour. “Nope. Nope.” Light pushed the cupcake towards L, who happily accepted it. “Do you have any real food?”

“Just order in, I’ll pay for it.” L stuffed far too much of the cupcake than he should have into his mouth, pink icing clinging to his hair.

Feigning a heave, Light opened up his phone. As much as he’d deny it, he enjoyed being able to show exaggerated reactions. To play around again. He’d worn a serious face for so long, it was nice to break out of his mold. “How about sushi?”

“I don’t give a fuck.” L peeled away the paper from his dessert.

“Give me your card. I’m ordering the most expensive sushi available.” Light held out his hand.

Without complaint, L handed over his matte black card.

“And a bottle of champagne.” Light attempted to get some sort of rise out of him.

“Order glasses if you’re picky. Or else you’re drinking it out of a mug.” L tried to lick the icing off his face, but most of it was too spread out.

“You’re a heathen.” Light muttered as he punched in their order.

While they waited for food, L brought Light’s bag up to his loft room.

“Don’t you have a guest room?” Light soured at the thick black curtains over the windows.

“No.” L pointed towards the walk in closet. “Plus, I think you’ll like that.”

It wasn’t fair that someone who was content to wear a white crew neck and jeans every day had a closet the size of a studio apartment. Intrigued, Light checked the sizes on some of the suits. Fortunately, L liked to wear clothes on the bigger size, meaning most of the nicer outfits would fit Light.

“Told you so.” L’s steps were soft, but his voice got louder as he approached. “We can always throw this all out and fill it with clothes for you.” L wrapped his arms around Light’s waist, his lips brushing against where his neck and shoulder met.

Light wasn’t sure if the moan that escaped his lips was because of the offering of clothes or L’s touch. Either way, the room was growing on him.

A spill of whiskey orange flooded the room, making each kiss against Light’s skin feel even better.

“Fuck…” L nipped at Light’s skin in the midst of kisses. “You smell so good.” L pushed at Light’s lower stomach, pulling them closer together.

Their symmetry in height was proving to be quite convenient, Light thought, as L grinded against him.

DING DONG!

“Shit.” Light mumbled, breaking out of L’s hold.

“Nooo….” L whined, following after Light.

“I’m hungry.” Light pushed L away from him, heading to the stairs.

L whined the entire way down and continued through dinner.

“I’m going to cut your dick right off.” Light seethed as he packed up their leftovers.

“Liiiiggghhhhtttt…” L made a (not so) convincing argument.

“We haven’t even agreed if we’re going to have that type of relationship.” Light huffed, shutting the fridge door.

“We’re sharing a bed.” L stated in such a monotone manner, it was as if his voice rolled its eyes.

“Which I didn’t want to do.”

“Liar. Remember that I can smell you, right?”

“You’re infuriating! You just expected sex on the first night?”

The widening of L’s eyes and slightly parted lips indicated that, yes, that was exactly what he’d expected.

“Sleep on the couch.” Light spun on his heel.

“You can’t make me sleep on my own couch.” L puffed his chest.

“Fucking try me. I’ll make your life a living hell.” Light stomped upstairs.

“I’m at least sleeping on the couch in the loft.” L shouted towards Light’s back.

“I don’t care. As long as it’s not in the same bed.”

“Prude.”

“Fucking asshole.” Light snapped, wishing there was a door he could slam.

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Warm water cascaded down Light’s skin as he hummed to himself, the scent of sandalwood steaming in the shower. It was slightly disappointing to know that the ‘manly’ scent would be overwritten by pink vanilla garbage. What an unfortunate scent of pheromones.

“What are you singing?” L’s low voice rumbled over the shower.

“Ah!” Light cried, losing his footing and crashing to the ground. Before he could open his mouth, a shampoo bottle slid and slammed on his head. Growling, Light stared up at L through the glass, water pouring over his face.

L’s lips tugged in a half smirk, his finger pulling against his lips. He sat crouched on top of the toilet, his eyes fixated on Light’s splayed body.

“Get out.” Light gritted through his teeth.

Pretending not to hear him, L batted his eyelashes.

“How do you ever expect to get laid if you keep being so creepy?” Light scoffed, pushing himself off the shower floor.

“There is only one bathroom, Light.”

“And? Can you wait a minute?” Light dipped his head under the water again, rinsing out his conditioner.

“Not particularly. I would like it if you hurried up.”

“You could have said that from the other side of the door.” Light switched the water to cold, doing a final rinse of his body.

“I’m not quite used to that yet.”

“You didn’t need to stare at me like Golem, L. Basic human decency, you know?”

As Light opened up the shower door, L was quick on his feet, offering Light a fresh towel.

“Thank you.” Light muttered, surprised at the act of kindness.

“Please, get out now.” L pushed at Light.

Snickering, Light dead weighted L until he was on the other side of the threshold, the door slammed behind him. It was refreshing seeing signs that L was uncomfortable.

Their set up had made it seem as if L was in total control, it was incredibly infuriating. L had always been particular over his space, his environment constantly controlled chaos, and Light being there messed with it all.

L’s hair dripped onto his white crew neck as he crouched on a spinning stool at the kitchen island.

“L, pay attention.” Watari’s gruff voice warned.

“You’re like a child.” Light shook his head.

“A child that you’re in love with.” L stopped mid spin to face Light before breaking back into a spiral.

“Not in love with. Fated pair. Different.” Light corrected him.

“Both of you!” Watari slammed on the counter.

“Sorry, Watari.” They both bowed their heads, like the scolded children they were.

“Like I was saying,” the perplexed doctor held up a foil pack of pills. “This is heat suppressant. This is a heat inducer. These are yours, L. The rut suppressants and inducers. I would recommend trying to bond as soon as possible. It will steady out both of your pheromones the quickest. Otherwise, you two will still have to be extremely careful. Particularly you, Light.”

Light clenched the edge of the counter at his name.

“You nearly died, Light. However you guys make it work, you’ll have to be close to L. Fated pairs usually have some form of chemistry. I would consider at the very least being intimate. Have you two tried getting together yet?”

Watari coughed in discomfort. “I’ll - um - I’ll wait outside.”

“Probably for the best.” Light agreed with a tinge of sass.

“Did you hear that, Light?” L unfurled his feet from the stool. “Even the doctor says we should have sex.”

“Look at what you’ve done.” Light motioned to L with a sigh.

“Until you two decide to bond or until your pheromones balance, you honestly should be intimate. Sexual intercourse will be the best choice, however, generally closeness and skin to skin contact should also help.”

Humming happily, L rested his cheek against Light’s thigh.

“Thanks for the tip doc.” Light smirked sarcastically, opening his legs to let L’s head drop.

“Heeey! I almost fell!”

“Good luck, you two.” The doctor set the meds on the counter before pulling his bag over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna need it.” Light whispered, only loud enough for L to hear.

Sighing, L slid off the stool and dug into the fridge. It was fascinating seeing a morose look on L’s face while he dug into a cupcake.

“L, how do you so easily slip into the - the touchy feely stuff?” Light gulped, the idea of not being perfect at anything suffocating.

Pausing, L peered up from his mountain of icing. His eyebrows pressed closer together, the contrast of the pink icing against his gray eyes stirred Light’s stomach.

“Well first,” L’s pupils visibly dilated. “When you look at me, you piss your scent all over like an untrained dog.”

“I do not.” Light twitched away, insulted.

“You can lie with your mouth all you want. But until you get better at this -,” L spun his finger around the room, “you can’t fool me. I know you think I’m cute.” L ended his sentence with a wink.

“Okay, sure. Pheromones.” Light sighed, slightly ceding. “But you let out pheromones too. I might be attracted to those, but… that doesn’t mean I immediately want to jump your bones. So you just listen with your dick and suddenly it all comes so easily to you?”

Setting down his cupcake, L shook his head. “Light… it’s always been you.” He picked at the paper, evading Light’s gaze.

“Well yeah, there’s history-,”

“No.” L shook his head. “When I was at the hospital, they told me my symptoms might be correlated with a fated pair. The first thing I did was ask Beyond to get in touch with you.”

Clicking his jaw, it was Light’s turn to evade L’s gaze.

“A lot of shit has happened, Light. And it’s been a long ass time. But I never forgot you. When you left… it felt like a piece of me left with you.” L’s voice started to crack, but Light couldn’t bear to meet his gaze. “And now- they tell me that - th-that the only way to keep you alive is for me to be beside you. And fuck, I don’t ever want to go through that again. I have a reason, an excuse, to hold the person I’ve loved since before I knew what my second gender would be. It’s easy… for me to be touchy… because I never wanted to let you go in the first place.”

“You corny fuck.” Light snorted, teary ember eyes meeting glistening silver.

“Appreciate it when you can.” L’s voice rasped, the black of his pupil taking over his iris.

Light smirked knowingly; even though L’s pheromones were dancing with his in the room, he was better at feigning a calm facade.

“You were always such an ass.” L forgot about the cupcake, striding around the island to return to Light’s side.

“Which you, apparently, loved. So, logically, I should continue to be abrasive for you to adore me.” Light opened his posture to invite L in.

Groaning, L slid in between Light’s knees, his hands running along the outside of his thighs. His nose immediately ran along the crease of Light’s neck, their chests pressing against each other. Tightening his fingers around L’s hips, Light tugged him closer.

“Mmm… fuck…” L ran his fingers under Light’s shirt.

“Shit…” Light’s head dropped back, his skin electrifying under L’s touch. “Too much…” Light pushed at the hips that bruised under his grip.

L growled, trying to latch onto Light, his fingernails cutting into his skin.

“L. Enough.” Light tilted forward and bit L’s collarbone.

Rapidly inhaling, L blinked back to consciousness. “Sorry…” L nose dove into Light’s chest.

“One step at a time.” Light snickered, running his fingers through L’s hair.

“Okay…” L’s body limped in Light’s hold, their pheromones relaxing in sync.

“L! Stop jerking off!” Light pulled a pillow over his face, trying to drown out the pheromones leaking under the crack of the bathroom door. The fog only thickened. “L! Fucking stop!”

With a wave of pheromones, Light sighed in relief that it was finally over, his sanity holding on by a thread.

“Fuck…” L panted from the other side of the door. “I love it when you yell at me.”

“Pervert!”

“Careful,” the sound of L’s zipper echoed, “you might get me going again.”

Snorting, Light threw the pillow at the bathroom door.

Love and Loss - The 'Before'

This one was the most completed section of 'The Before'. I have a few different versions, but this one seemed the best.

You may see that Light is given a different sent (continuity isn't quite as important when you have several drafts with an undecided direction). What is important is the fact that apparently I always want Light to smell so pretty ;'D

“So… what are your intentions with my brother?” Beyond snickered, his feet up in the air and his head dangling off the seat of the couch.

“Shut-up.” Light rolled his eyes, palming his forehead.

“Are you guys going to finally tell each other you like each other or are you going to keep avoiding being adults and talking about it?” Beyond’s silver eyes sparkled.

“It will happen… when… it will… ugh…” Light started to stagger. The entire room was blurring and spinning around him.

“Are you okay, Light?” Beyond was afraid to move. He’d been silently grateful that Light was excluding himself, the initial stages of his rut starting to prickle at his stomach.

Before Light could respond, he collapsed towards the floor.

“Shit!” Beyond bit his lip. Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to protect the Omega. Panicking, Beyond pulled out his phone, trying to reach a teacher.

“What are you doing?” Light’s voice rasped as he dragged himself across the floor.

“Light - you’re- fuck.” Beyond covered his nose, the warm smell of decadent spice crawling across his skin. “Have you gone into heat before?” His words were muffled by his sweatshirt.

“No, but you- you can’t tell - them.” Light weakly batted away Beyond’s cellphone, sending it clattering to the floor.

“Stop.” Beyond jumped up and ran to the opposite side of the room.

Their eyes locked as Beyond’s scent hit Light. Soft caramel eyes turned to ember as they narrowed at Beyond, whose eyes responded in blood red.

“I’m - rut-,” Beyond struggled, arousal starting to overtake his body. He’d managed it before. Light was always around him and L. He’d become accustomed to controlling himself, even at its most difficult. But he’d never smelled Light in heat before.

“What’s … happen…ing?” Light struggled to breath, daggers slicing up his throat as his legs turned to jelly.

“Light, I - ugh - can’t - don’t.” Beyond was reduced to monosyllables, his skin burning.

“Beyond?” Light whined, pulling at the collar of his shirt. It felt as if it weighed a hundred pounds.

Light had been warned about an Omega’s heat, but he’d never been taught much more than that. He always assumed he’d manage it as he did all of his masking. He’d separate himself and manage it from the comfort of his room. He hadn’t expected a reaction on levels of torture.

Beyond’s symptoms, though different in some ways, mimicked the pained desperation that threatened to overtake Light. His heart kept telling him to take away Light’s pain.

“I - I can’t think… straight…” Beyond slid to the floor, his head in between his knees.

“Beyond!” Light shrieked, the material of his clothes burning on his skin. Tearing his shirt off, he was surprised that his skin was free of marks, he’d expected that his chest would be covered in raw flesh. The burn only spread, searing every last centimeter of Light’s skin.

Shaking, Beyond let go of the hold he’d been struggling with from his own pheromones.

The warm scent of fresh grass temporarily cooled Light’s wounds, causing him to sob in relief.

Struggling to breathe himself, Beyond removed his own shirt. He kept trying to think while he was still able to, but the calming effect of his pheromones was only temporary.

“HELP! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!” Light shrieked, the flame surrounding his skin once again.

“SHUT UP!” Beyond’s voice shook the chandelier.

He’d never seen Light look weak. Light was tougher than any Alpha he’d ever met. But now, sobbing on the floor with matted hair, shirtless, and his pants half jimmied off, he was a wounded animal.

Light’s sobs soaked the carpet below him. “I do-on’t n-n-n-know what t-t-t do…” his strength wavered, his eyes clouding from discomfort.

“There’s only… there’s only one way to fix it. I - I caaaaa…” Another shot of Light’s pheromones filled the room, demanding attention. “Light… we… ahh…” his words were lost again as he crawled closer to the scent.

He used to get pumpkin spice lattes specifically to mock Light, whose scent was similar, but there was nothing to compare to the way it overtook him. To the sweetness that warmed his chest and the spice that pulled him closer.

Gently, Beyond ran the back of his fingers against Light’s forehead. Eagerly, Light nuzzled back. For a moment, the pain subsided.

“Th-that helps…” Light kept pushing into Beyond’s touch. Wherever Beyond touched, the searing pain subsided. More accurately, it morphed into a desire for more, but at least it was more manageable than searing skin.

A low growl emanated from Beyond’s throat as he kept softly running his hands along Light’s body. He could see the relief in Light’s eyes, which only made it harder for him.

“Light… oh fuck…” Beyond’s head spun as he leaned closer into Light.

Light started moaning under Beyond’s touch. One finger against his forehead felt like it could send him over the edge. “Beyond… please…” Light gasped, losing complete control over his rational thought.

L clenched his fists as the group started their return. The jealousy that coursed through his veins that Beyond and Light were spending the day together confirmed what he already knew. When he got back, he was finally going to tell Light his feelings. He didn’t want to hide it anymore.

“Hey, isn’t that your dad?” A student pulled L out of his fog.

Furrowing his brows, he recognized the black tinted Mercedes. Watari leaned against the car’s hood, watching L step closer. Giving L a directive nod towards the car, Watari stepped forward to speak with the teachers.

What happened? If Beyond hurt Light I’ll kill him!

L sprinted towards the car and threw the door open. The scent emanating from the car threatened to knock him out.

“Shut the door you idiot!” Beyond barked as his offensive stench brutally attacked L.

Pulling his collar up over his nose, he slid into the car, slamming the door shut behind him. Light’s thick smell spiraled through the air.

Light trembled in Beyond’s arms, both of them in disheveled states. Beyond’s eyes burned red, still instinctively protective over the Omega in his arms.

Crushed, L bit his lip and stared out the car window. Watari’s face shone red as he shouted at the timid teacher. He wanted to see anything besides the raw mark that marred the delicate skin along Light’s neck.

They tried to go back to normal. Both Light and Beyond agreed that it was what neither of them wanted. They knew that, as long as they stayed away from each other during their next heat/rut, the mark on Light’s neck would fade.

But their tight knit friendship was cracked. They’d sit to play video games with each other, but L couldn’t sit beside the mark that poked out of Light’s collar. Furthermore, Beyond suddenly felt tied to Light. Even though they’d both made it clear to him that they wanted nothing to do with each other romantically, they still suffered from the bond they’d placed on one another.

Knowing that in 8 moves Light would win, L stepped up from the chess board. “I’ll be back.”

Clicking the door behind him, L pulled himself into a ball and released his sobs. He’d feel better after a few minutes. It was starting to become his routine.

Feeling slightly rejuvenated, L stepped out of the bathroom to find that Light had abandoned their chess game and was sitting on the floor mirroring Beyond’s cross legged position.

“Seriously? Give up already?” L grumbled, stomping over towards the board.

Squeezing foundation onto a sponge, Light responded with confidence. “I would have won in seven moves anyway.”

“Eight. Eight moves.” L growled, trying to ignore the gentle manner in which Light covered the mark on B’s neck.

“I would have got you in seven.” Light grinned, his honey brown eyes sparkling towards L.

It was harder to appreciate such a beauty when Beyond’s eyes flecked with red towards his direction.

“There.” Light smiled at his handiwork. “Does that make it better?”

Sighing, L reset the board.

“L? What do you think?” Light pointed towards the covered mark.

“What’s the point in covering it?” L scowled, clenching the piece in his palm.

Wounded, Light nodded. He would hold onto hope that it would get better once the mark was gone. Maybe then they’d be able to fix things. Maybe one day he could finally tell L how he felt.

“STOP POKING IT!” Light slapped away Beyond’s hand.

L grunted across the table; he’d been distancing himself more and more.

“Your next heat cycle should have started already.” Beyond poked at the sensitive mark once again. Beyond’s rut had already passed, his mark nearly non-existent, yet Light’s appeared fresh as ever.

L froze, his eyes slowly lifting up towards Light. His skin was slightly flush and he’d constantly smelt slighter danker than usual. He’d assumed it was because B had tarnished his scent, or because his feelings were guarded, but he hadn’t even considered a third possibility.

“Stop touching me.” Light swatted Beyond away again.

Pulling up his phone, L began some basic research. ‘How does an omega know they’re pregnant?’

Dizziness or fatigue

Nausea

A change in scent to repel other Alphas that becomes more attractive to the mate

Late heat cycle

Prolonged unbonded mark

Weight gain

Cravings

Headaches

Mood swings and irritation

“I’m going to break your finger if you can’t keep it to yourself.” Light growled in warning.

“B.” L leaned his stomach against the table.

Both the boys were shocked to hear L’s voice, for once in a tone that wasn’t laced with rage.

“Has Light’s scent changed?” L tilted his head.

Coughing, B covered his mouth, attempting to hide his nervous reaction. “Uh - yeah - a bit.” The crimson shade of B’s cheeks told L that the change had been for the better instead of for the worse.

L poked at his strawberry shortcake, watching it tremble from the tip of his fork. Light usually berated him if he’d finished the entire cake before he got a bite, so he was trying to be good. Impulse control was not something L was well practiced in, and once he started, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Maybe you’re too sweet for Light, hmm?” L poked at the cake again. “Maybe we’re doing him a favor I eat all the cake…” Tapping the iced prongs against his bottom lip he considered his own argument. “He is complaining about the baby weight…”

BANG! The door slammed open, drywall littering onto the ground from where the door knob had pierced it.

Startled, L jabbed himself in the mouth with his fork, not hard enough to draw blood. Flipping around, he turned to see who had made such an obnoxious entry.

Beyond’s face was pale, his eyes burning red. His pants were blended into growls as he scanned the room.

“Where is he?” Beyond demanded, his voice coarser than ever.

“In the bathroom?” He was a pregnant Omega, they peed a lot.

The answer lit a fire under Beyond, who broke into a sprint towards the bathroom.

Woefully eyeing the cake, L stood to his feet to ensure Beyond didn’t do anything stupid. He was acting as if he was in a rage induced rut… but his pheromones didn’t match that of a rut. Instead of wanting to keel over and vomit, L found himself fighting the urge to run from him.

Knocking was an understatement as the door rattled under Beyond’s fist. “LIGHT!”

“Maybe he’s pooping?” L gulped, Beyond’s pheromone suffocating him.

Stepping back, Beyond kicked the door in two, shards of wood scattering across the floor.

“Jesus! What-,” Before L could finish his sentence the scent of iron permeated the room.

Swallowing his heart, L stumbled backwards. Tripping over his feet, he fell on his butt, frozen in stupor.

Red stepped through the threshold before Beyond did.

Gagging on the concoction of blood and Beyond’s protective pheromones, L trembled on the floor. L’s head fuzzed as his fingers turned to pins and needles.

Blood dripped from Beyond’s hands under Light’s limp body.

“Get Watari.” Beyond snarled in L’s direction. “NOW!”

Switching back to life, L jumped to his feet. As he ran past, he tried to ignore the way that Light’s eyes twitched against his battle with consciousness.

Beyond hung his head at Light’s bedside, rubbing his own tears off his face. “I’m sorry, Light.”

Light’s hand twitched under the tape of the IV. He didn’t want to hear platitudes or pity. He just wanted the pain to go away. Logically, it made the best decision for him and his future. His heart still hadn’t caught up to that, his soul knew he’d lost his child.

He wanted to hate Beyond, he wanted to hate everyone. But he was only left with the pain of his own heart being ripped from his body.

“Light…” Beyond started to release a pheromone to relax him, a warming scent of cloves filled the room.

“PUT THAT SHIT AWAY!” Light yelled, tears and spit jumping off his face. “Just leave.”

“Light…” Beyond’s lip shook, he wanted to help, but despite the fading mark on Light’s neck, he knew that he was never truly meant to be his mate.

“Beyond.” L called from the doorway. “Watari’s here.”

Hearing L’s voice, Light degraded to sobs, turning away from both of them. L’s scent trickled through the room, easily flowing past Beyond’s.

Light gripped his chest as he let the calming scent of orange smoked whiskey surround him.

“L… I should stay. I can’t… I can’t leave him like this.” Beyond dropped his head, his twin brother's scent taking dominance over the room.

“I DON’T WANT YOU HERE!” Light shouted, still unable to look either of them in the eye. Mumbling under tears, he added, “Both of you, just leave.”

Beyond’s chest bounced as he sniffled. He’d never meant for it to happen. Light was always so strong, most people didn’t even know he was an Omega. They never meant for it to happen. He certainly never wanted this for Light. Ceding, Beyond stepped away from the hospital bed towards L.

A tinge of spite shot down Beyond’s back at the tears beading in L’s eyes. Part of him wanted to shout, to say he hadn’t lost anything like Beyond had. But that wasn’t true. Beyond had taken what L loved most.

Beyond had taken Light.

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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How Mcyt's Would React..

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Title: How Mcyt's Would React To The Reader Being A Hybrid

Warning(s): NSFW content! minors stay away from that, animalistic stuff, coarse language, sub reader, breeding

Pronouns: They/ Them (no specific genitalia)

Word count: 748 words

Note: You can be whatever hybrid you want, there's just things I put there like: ears, tails, feathers/wings and horns

2nd note (edit): there’s sfw but nsfw is included, just steer away from the nsfw content whilst reading if you don’t want to read it <3

*added cut for less clutter

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c!Dream

sfw

- he plays with your tail a lot when he's bored, it keeps him entertained for hours just by seeing it twitch.

- Dream plays with your ears a lot as well but not as much since you find it really annoying (he only does it to tease you tho)

- Dream has probably tried to make you carry him before (whether you're more of a horse/sheep type hybrid or a kind of bird hybrid)

- Got sad when he couldn't get carried around

- Has definitely sat on your tail before and couldn't stop apologizing.

nsfw

- Takes advantage of you while you're in heat "c'mon, tell me what you want..~"

- Lot's of teasing and degrading "you're so lewd, your tail is twitching so much!"

- He would DEFINITELY pull at your feathers/wings if you had any, if not then he'd either grab you by the horns or ears.

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c!Sapnap

sfw

- He's more hesitant to touching your ears and tail because he already assumes that they're gonna be sensitive and doesn't wanna make you uncomfortable.

- When you let him touch them tho- his hands do NOT leave you, he's touching your fur and petting your head.

- likes seeing your nose twitch when he kisses it

- Has asked to fly on your back, set fire to someone's house when you said no.

nsfw

- He would grab handfuls of your feathers/fur in his hands, he just loves the feeling of it on his skin

- would smell you a lot from your pheromones'

- He's hesitant to touch you while you're in heat but who is he to deny you when you're just begging to be bred.

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c!George

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- would take a lot of naps with you, you're so warm and comfortable <3

- would love if you had wings, he'd constantly be wrapped up in them

- He probably wouldn't clean up your fur if you started shedding, he'd honestly probably take a nap in it

- LOVES it when you're in heat and you make him a little nest, would absolutely sleep in it immediately

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- would probably be terrified during your heat, what should he do? should he leave? should he get help?

- he listens to whatever you say during your heat (bad idea) and will happily breed you if it makes your life a little bit easier.

- Can never tell if the scattered feathers are from you or from the broken mattress

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c!Eret

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- she would pet you and treat you like an actual animal at first probably.

- Would use your own feathers/fur to tickle you.

- would NOT let you anywhere near his crown (if you're a bird hybrid) because of your tendency to steal shiny things.

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- she'd be so gentle and caring with your feathers, making sure not to pluck any out.

- They'd play with your sensitive features like wings, ears, tail etc..

- He'd compliment your horns and tell you how big and lovely they are while she fucks into your sweet hole <3

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

c!Karl Jacobs

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- he found you while time travelling and decided to keep you

- He was fascinated with your wings, it reminded him of an older friend.

- He would probably pull you along on his trips and would most likely drag you along by the tail.

- would pull your ears for no reason

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- he'd consider just time travelling to when your heat would be over but then he'd stop bc if he wasn't there then who'd take care of you??

- he would most likely let you be in control if you were in heat, he wouldn't wanna get himself in trouble with your 'hybrid' side??

- your wings would spread out whilst you ride him

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c!Punz

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- if he found you whilst he was under the influence of the egg then he'd most likely try to get you to join him.

- would get you to teach hybrid sex ed with KSI

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- He would RAIL the fuck out of you, his hands grabbing at your horns and tugging on them.

- He would rip out a few of your feathers and then kiss your wings better.

- He would definitely try fucking you while you're flying.

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

#mcyt smut #sapnap smut #dream smp smut #dream smp x reader #dream smut #mcyt headcanons #smut #reader insert #x reader

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iwantutobehapppier · 3 years

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Uninvited

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader, Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky end up stranded in a safe house after a mission. Should be fine, except your early heat and Bucky’s secrets.

Warnings: +18 only. Smut, knotting, A/B/O stuff, dubcon

Word Count: 3,401

A/N: Okay this is for the 6th Night of Chanukah. So sorry for the delay. I really hope you guys enjoy and I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors. I’ll read it back over later.

Bucky observed your mannerisms from the pilot seat of the Quinjet. Your scent was becoming musty and he knew exactly what that meant. In fact, his whole body knew, the way he would naturally gravitate to you when your scent took on this unique change. The raging hard-ons and the… nocturnal emissions. He felt like a teenage boy when your heat came closer.

He wasn’t sure this mission was a good idea for the two of you. It was an expected smash and grab then lay low but with your oncoming heat, faster than he recalled last time, Bucky wasn’t sure about your safety.

Not from the targets. No, you could hold your own.

Your safety from him.

Bucky wouldn’t call himself feral by any means as an Alpha but to say he was untethered around an omega was putting it lightly. Specifically you. Your smell even without the musky allure of on-coming heat is entrancing to him. He was never sure how to broach the topic of the two of you, after all, he’d have to confess to something Sam playfully jab at him about.

But Steve knew better. Bucky was a one Omega kind of Alpha, as was Steve. That’s how it was ingrained in them and no amount of brainwashing could undo instincts.

Landing the jet you jump out of your seat to get your gear on for the mission.

However, Bucky did have one other issue when it came to talking about any of this with you, your avoidance of him if at all possible one on one.

He assumes it’s his overbearing Alpha presence, in the past Omega’s had commented on his scent which made him stay clear of them. What was worse and unthinkable was your avoidance due to his past with Hydra.

You’d lost everything to them at a young age when your powers came out in their warpath to obtain you.

Shaking the thoughts from his head he clears his head to focus on the task at hand. He knew focusing would be instrumental in the success of this mission, given the thickening of your scent. Setting the autopilot to return the Quinjet he confirms the location of the safe house before exiting the Jet so it can return.

The mission was barely a success, while you and Bucky had been able to take out guards from afar your scent was spreading and alerting the enemy of your arrival. Bucky had taken lead, making you stay farther back. And finally told to go get a car for travel to the safe house

Huffing out in frustration you kicked dirt up making your way towards the already cleared front entrance. The last thing you wanted to show in front of Bucky was weakness, he was a man of duty and efficacy. He was an Alpha you admired and fantasizes about. The last thing you needed to be was a thorn in his side.

After all, you put so much effort into being an exemplary team member, not being in the way, only noticed when doing what needs to be done. Effective and unnoticeable. It was how you lived your life.

Your oncoming heat due to your designation was ruining your first duo mission with Bucky, and honestly, you would rather be shot in the head. To be an inconvenience and deterrent on a mission, to be one to Bucky no less. It made your chest squeeze, your growing heat scent sour.

Locating a quick get-away car you pull out your kit to unlock the door, your mind wandering as you began the task of hotwiring, something you could do in your sleep after years of “borrowing” cars.

What if he was hurt because you didn’t have his back?

Worse, your mind supplied, what if he’s disgusted by your heat?

Oh, that hurt.

Your stupid heat wasn’t supposed to be starting for another two days, let alone pre-heat scent spikes. Though, if you were honest the last couple of heats had been irregular in starting. One even started without any lead-up, just bam you were ruining your clothes and craving a knot like an Omega on her first heat.

It was embarrassing, and thank god Bucky had left the common room well before it started. When Nat found you, you let a comment slip that Bucky was nearby but wasn’t affected by your smell. She simply scoffed mentioning something cryptic about only one Omega for Bucky.

At that moment you thought nothing was as embarrassing as that, well tonight you proved yourself wrong. This was the most embarrassing thing ever. Certainly, after this, you’d be on desk duty for a while until your heats got under control.

The loud explosion signals Bucky’s success in taking down the hideout you wait for him to appear and he does making a brisk jog for you. Once in the car, you take off. The only conversation between the two of you his instructions to the safe house. His hand over his nose was enough to keep you silent and compliant. Clearly, your scent had gotten worse.

You two make it to the small cabin 2 hours later, and you’re sweating even in the cool temp. You tired to air the car out but the open windows only proved to push Bucky’s smell directly in your path and that only made your thighs clench, slipper with your slick. You watching Bucky shift in the seat in what you assumed was uncomfortable at your growing arousal. Missing when his metal hand rubbed on the growing erection trying to soothe his own ache.

You both jump out of the car once parked needing out of the confined space of smells, desperate to put some walls between each other. Yours out of shame, Bucky’s out of necessity.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle this. He’d never been around an Omega in their heat, sure pre and post but never right in the thick of it. He was a faithful man about Omega’s, if he’s with one that’s the one. Wringing his hand he heard you cry out in pain. He may not have experienced an Omega in their heat but he knew you didn’t have anything here to help you go through this. But he did.

He had the thing you needed, and god did he want to give it to you. You whimper out, even with a wall between you two the sound carried as if he was beside you. He was getting restless, the longer your scent permeated the air, the harder it would be for him to keep his distance. Bucky would rather have this conversation now while you were both somewhat coherent before he did something he’d regret later without permission.

With wide steps, he finds himself in front of the door where you laid. Bucky inhales deep and it was a mistake, the voracious growl he can’t stop from smelling you scares him, and the hint of sour in your smell scared you too.

Knocking is the only thing he can manage to do, the doorknob in his metal hand crunching under pressure. When you call for him to enter the knob falls and he pushes the door open. Taking a tentative step in he sees you on the bed.

Curled up, simply in your bra and underwear, skin shining with sweat or slick depending upon where he looked. The smell was better than anything he’d ever smelt.

Smelling Bucky closer, you felt your abdomen spasm and more slick produce from you. Your body readying you for the Alpha who smelled so tantalizing and forbidden. Not bothering lifting your head to see the sexual temptation of this Alpha your voice muffled. “Unless you’re here to help you need to leave now.”

“I,” Bucky pauses, “I want to help but I gotta tell you something first.” Closing your eyes tightly you were dreading his next words. Obviously, it would be just sex for him, what good are you to an Alpha such as Bucky Barnes?

“Go on,” you nod your head trying to hide your rejection before he can speak by keeping your head down in the bed, but he catches the faint sourness in your sent. He won’t let it deter him though.

“You know I’ve never been with an omega,” Bucky shifted awkwardly at his confession. Your head lifted looking at him in barely disguised shock. Never been with an Omega? It seemed unlikely, perhaps he meant since Hydra.

“Even before?” You paused not wanting to elaborate on what before was, doing your best to ignore the growing slick and cramping frequency.

“Yeah, even before. Just beta’s.” His head bobbing up and down, the metal hand running through his short locks a nervous tick you found endearing. But now, with this new knowledge, you were trepidacious.

“So what, am I some kind of uncharted territory for you to conquer?” Bucky’s eyes widen at your words, baffled you would think so little of him but then again what actions has he taken to show otherwise he thought to himself.

“What?! No! I just-” His backpedaling was annoying, you could be just sex, it would be hard to work together afterward but to be a conquest, an experiment that’s just too far.

“The connection between an Alpha and Omega is tantric and pure during a heat, you can’t do this because you just want to see what it’s like,” your ire making the room smell of burnt hair.

“I would never-” He tries once more to take control of the conversation but god you were stubborn.

“Cause Bucky if you just think I’m an object that you carve one minute and-” He cuts you off, voice raised.

“Will you let me talk!?” The boom in his voice making you cower at reflex from a loud Alpha. Your pheromones pushing out a pleasant scent to calm him.

“I’m doin’ this because I care about you,” Bucky looks down while your eyes round at his confession, you sit up on your knees edging towards the end of the bead. “I think about you a lot, and not just cause your smell is everywhere Omega.”

Looking up you’re in front of him, his eyes widen to match yours. He’s never called you by your designation before, your name, and maybe on the rare chance doll but never this. Your scent permeates the air around him.

“If we do this-”

“Okay Alpha,” your voice more confident than it had been since Bucky broached this subject.

He knew he should tell you he’d mate you, that nothing would stop him but he couldn’t find it in him with your consent, and the way you smell he fell. In an instant Bucky is on you, lips colliding, fingers digging into your flesh. You mutter against his lips. He pulls away only a fraction.

“Nest,” you whimper, slick pooling down your legs. “I need a nest.” Nodding his head as Bucky doesn’t trust his voice he kisses you once more only to disappear out the door.

When he returns he has the pillows from the couch, a throw blanket, and even some couch back cushions. Leaving once more he finds the laundry room and grabs all the blankets and sheets he can before dumping them on the bed. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up when he returns.

He leaves to get more but you call out his name. He turns back to you with a brow raised. “This is enough but clothes, I need clothes. I need your clothes.” You inform pulling your shirt from the ground where you had ripped your clothes of for reprieve from your heat.

“Right,” He rips his jacket, sweater, and undershirt off throwing them in front of you before taking his pants off to do the same.

You’re body humming with giddiness as you build the nest with his scent and yours slowly molding together to give a safe space. Too consumed in your task you miss the shift on the bed, Bucky coming behind your bent form tucking his pants into the intricate weaving you had done with the clothes and sheets.

Rough warm hand and cool sleek metal land only your hips. You whimper at the feeling, falling into the just set nest.

“Oh sweet Omega,” voice enticing against your ear while he leans over you. His chest barely touching your back but you can feel the heat radiating off of him. His arms slip down yours, intertwining your fingers. Suddenly he falls back pulling you with him to hand in his lap.

He’s hot, so hot, or maybe it’s you? You wiggle on his lap, feeling his erection bare against your covered back end. He shimmies you on his lap, the space allowing for his engorged cock to jut out between your legs.

You salivate at the sight of his large cock twitch. “You see that Omega?” a tingle slips down your spine at his rough voice in your ear.

He reaches down with his flesh hand holding your hand he wraps your fingers around the base, feeling the beginning of his knot swelling. It’s just the faintest bulge to the eyes but in your hands, it feels fully formed. You know it’s not, your omega instincts tell you it’s not but you shake your head anyway.

“Too big,” is all you can get out, heat consuming any syntax.

“Oh my sweet omega,” mewling at his endearing words he chuckles. “It’s not even near popped, but it will be.” his hand leaves yours holding him. “Once I’m rooted deep here.” His hand covers your mound, pushing the soaked fabric to the side he slips his fingers between our swollen folds. Twirling fingers along your clit you buck on top of him, crying out.

“I think my Omega is ready,” you writhe against him, moaning in agreement at his words. You were beyond ready, you had been ready the moment you stepped into this cabin but you had to wait. Had to wait for your alpha “Present.”

Your omega instincts move you immediately to your hands and knees. Bucky’s metal hand slides up your spine to between your shoulder blades pushing you down to your elbows and your ass up higher. Satisfied with your position he raises to his knees.

Pulling your underwear down to your bent knees at the same time he takes his red cock weeping cum from the tip. He feels something crawling just below the surface, a sensation he’s never had when fucking a beta.

It had been bubbling at the surface when he began to smell you but now, with you presenting, his cock head slotted at your entrance you rock back pushing his cock head but not entering just yet, needing more force to take such a bulbous tip, something is slipping away.

No, you shouldn’t be trying to take it. He snarls at your movements and you freeze. Satisfied at your response he pushes in, it’s almost impossible, but when he swivels his hips and growls your name he’s in. Then he’s pushing all the way in, your walls suffocating him, struggling to take him. But you will take him. Slick is pouring around him and out of you, your body desperate to take everything he gives.

Blood is rushing in his ears, he can barely make out the sounds you are making. All he can feel is your body beneath his, the way he’s dominating you, how your pheromones release the most exquisite sweet smell when he enters you. Had he known, if he had only known…

“Bucky,” you sigh in relief when he bottoms out, your full, more full than any time you could recall. It was like he was made to reach every part of you. He growls out and you’re quick to correct yourself. “Alpha.”

“Fu-uck,” he gets out, eyes squeezed tight. “I never knew-” he can’t finish his words.

“I know,” you concur, “I know.”

He pulls back and slams into you faster than you’re prepared for. You wail and your arms collapse under you but you turn your head, pushing one side of your face into the mattress that smells like you, like Bucky. Together.

Fingers dig into the sheets, drool pouring out your mouth and your eyes roll back when he pulls back to shove himself back in you, your body jerking forward at the force.

Something wicked is climbing up Bucky’s back with each thrust, the sensation mudding his brain but it’s different from the brainwashing. It’s different from anything else he’s ever felt. It’s part of him but something he’s not familiar with. As he continues to thrust back and forth you move with him.

He holds your hips still, hissing as he slowly pulls back. Punishing you for trying to take control. A pitiful wail falls from your mouth when he eases his hips forward into you. “You are mine Omega,”

You nod your head against the bed, anything to stop this slow pace. “You will submit to your alpha.” You whimper out a scratchy “Yes Alpha.” It’s enough.

He pounds into you, no not pound, pummels. His pace is fast, unforgiving, and more pleasurable than anything you’ve felt before.

Your hair falls in front of you, displaying your mating gland to him. It calls to him, the rush of blood making it swell, preparing for him, for his mark. He just knew it. Never mind it was always inflamed during an omega’s heat.

The wet slap of flesh meeting, his staggered breaths, your moans growing in volume, the taste of your sweat when he licks a trail up your back, the smell of your fluids combined that’s squelching out with each thrust, it’s all a new symphony to his senses.

One that sends him further to the place he’s wanted to be for decades. When he swivels his hips moving in and then out of you you’re crying, gushing out around him, cumming so suddenly you’re gasping for breath.

Your limp but Bucky holds you up by your waist, Your plaint body swaying with his thrusts, never once losing his tempo. He’s chasing something, something a fleeting thought that he may not want to do so but it was too late. Too late and too good.

When you finally regain the sensation of your body he’s never stopped once. For a moment you’re worried but remember Bucky is more than a simple Alpha. He knows you’ve returned to your sense before you can say anything.

He hooks his arms in yours, pulling them back behind you at your elbow joint. Thrusting wildly your breasts bouncing with each thrust.

“Are you ready to take my knot?” He growls, his voice is deeper than anytime you’ve heard before. If it wasn’t for the heat fuzziness overtaking you maybe you’d register the warning sign.

“Yes Alpha, please.” You whine instead, begging for what your body craves, the very reason you’re in this position.

“Are you ready to be marked?” He nuzzles into your neck, licking your mating gland. Something doesn’t feel right about that.

“Alpha?” Your head moves to the side to move him away but Bucky remains steadfast in his attention on your gland.

“Mine forever,” his voice is garbled, you’re fairly certain his smell has taken on a spicier sent. He’s in a rut. The base of his cock is swelling, catching almost in the last thrust. He pushes in all the way and it pops.

“No!” you try to struggle but he has you prone to his desires. “What are you-”

It’s so much at once, his knot is caught and you feel his cum flooding your insides. Nothing slipping out at the pulsing knot keeping you sealed

You cry out when his teeth land on your matting gland piercing with ease. The groan that vibrates from his chest shakes you. There’s a pop and then snap sensation that reverberates through your whole body as the mark takes.

He pulls his teeth back, licking and humping against you, pushing himself further into you though it’s impossible to give you more his instincts demand he is rooted to you. After a few more seconds he is rolling you both to your side, releasing your arms and warping his around you to cocoon you in his sent.

“You’re it for me,” his voice is rough but he sounds like your Bucky. “There’s no choice.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #alpha bucky #omega reader #alpha bucky x omega reader #James bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #smut #18+ only

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2goth2moth · 3 years

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Until You Can't Stand (M!Werewolf x M!Incubus, NSFW)

Big shoutout to @xo-philia for beta-reading this for me!

Word count: 3476

Includes: Marking (biting and scratching to draw blood), mild possessiveness, pet names, knotting, scent kink (kind of), mild praise kink, non-human genitalia, self-lubrication

There was something Luke hated about being a werewolf: mating cycles. The slow, constricting heat that flooded his body every few months, the way he lost control of his shift, the oversensitivity. It interrupted every part of his life, and he hated it. The only solace he could find was the fact that it gave him an excuse to spend the week shut in with his incubus boyfriend.

He opened the door to his apartment, prickling nerves instantly soothed by the comforting smell of home. The small collection of rooms he shared with his boyfriend always smelled nice. They never could quite clean out the scent of spices and bread out of their kitchen, and it seemed to spread to all the other rooms easily. Now, however, with his senses being pushed to their limits, he could pick out all the scents that filled the small apartment: the milk and cardamom from their chai that morning that hung in the air, his own thick musk, his incubus’ clean, pleasant salt. It was stronger than usual, clearly coming from their bedroom. Luke smiled at the thought of Allius being home already. He took his shoes off at the front door, dropped his bag by the table, and went inside.

Their bedroom was small, like the rest of their apartment, and always kept cool (Luke tended to run warm). Allius was sprawled messily on the floor beside their bed in a nest of soft blankets, absentmindedly writing in the margins of a book.

He looked up at the sound of the door opening and smiled brightly. He sat up, keeping one blanket drawn around him, and reached out a hand to Luke.

“Hey, love. I wasn’t expecting you back yet.” Luke sat down on top of the blankets and took Allius’ hand gently. “Don’t you have work today?”

Allius traced his fingertips around Luke’s large nails. “Your mating cycle is starting today,” he said simply. “I wanted to be here for you. I know it’s rough to handle on your own. Besides,” he added, bringing his other hand to Luke’s face, pulling his lips back from rapidly growing teeth. “Can you really be so surprised that I want to be with the man I love right now?”

He chuffed at this, nuzzling into the hand at his face. He was shifting more now, quickly approaching the half-man-half-wolf that he would be for the days of his cycle. Allius continued toying with Luke’s hands and head as his jaw widened and extended, as his nails turned to thick, hard claws, as fur began to grow along his throat and arms. The blanket draped around the demon’s shoulders slipped down to reveal a grey shirt- one of Luke’s grey shirts- worn thin and soft in the washer. It was large on him, falling off his narrow shoulders. A low pang of want rumbled through Luke.

He nipped lightly at Allius’ fingers. “This is unfair. You look too good.”

“Really? This is unfair?” He feigned insult, gasping and dramatically putting the hand that was not being nibbled on over his heart. “And after I went through all the effort of dressing up for you!”

Luke laughed. “‘Dressing up’?” He ran a finger under the shirt’s loose neckline. “This is basically pajamas.”

“Well, you haven’t seen the whole thing yet.”

Luke’s mouth went dry at the idea of “the whole thing”. Allius must have heard his breath catch in his throat, because he kissed him once and backed away from him a little, rising to his knees. The blankets tucked around his legs fell away, exposing...holy shit.

The hem of the shirt fell clean past the middle of his thighs, hiding whatever he was wearing on the bottom, until he pulled the edge up to below his navel. Underneath, he only had black panties, cut high across the hips, with mesh on the sides. His cock was obvious, pressed against the thin fabric, and the sight sent a bolt of heat to Luke’s abdomen.

“Do you want to see more?” Allius asked, fiddling with the fabric in his hands. Luke nodded dumbly.

Crossing his arms at the hem of the shirt, Allius whipped it over his head. His human form was beautiful. Fine, dark hair covered his legs and arms, and ran down his belly to disappear under the panties. Tiny crystals twinkled at his navel and on both of his dusky nipples. He brought a hand up to toy with them one at a time, jaw clenching in pleasure as he teased each nub to full hardness.

Luke had to grind the heel of his palm into his cock to relieve some of the pressure building in his pants. “Holy shit.” He barely noticed the familiar bone-deep grind that came when a fluffy tail began sprouting from the bottom of his spine.

Stepping quietly, Allius settled himself in front of Luke again. He placed his hands primly between them and leaned forward on them to kiss the werewolf softly. A small tongue licked at the seam of his lips. He moaned, letting Allius slip his tongue in fully. Their lips moved together and Luke hummed in contentment at the feeling of that tongue trace over his sharp teeth. He sucked on it, then took Allius’ lower lip in his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to break skin. Allius pulled back with a smile and one last kiss to the corner of Luke’s mouth.

“So? How do you want me?” Allius purred, his form shimmering between human and reptilian, feathered and furred.

Seeing every one of his lover’s gorgeous forms was straining Luke’s already thin self-control. He couldn’t bear to wait another second. “You. Just... you. As yourself.”

Allius grinned devilishly, arching down into the floor as his true form rippled through his body. The skin at his hairline and on his hands and feet burnished to an inky black. Small, humanoid teeth and nails sharpened to fangs and claws, and short nubby horns sprouted from his forehead. A line of shiny, platelike scales grew down his spine, leading into a dextrous tail at the base of his back. He was perfect, every inch the demonic temptor Luke knew him to be.

Luke hardened even more at the sight, his own bushy tail lashing behind him in a combination of distress and arousal. A low, long whine came from the back of his throat. “Stop teasing.”

“Aw, puppy,” the incubus said, crawling to kneel in front of him. “Getting impatient?”

“You know I am,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I’m in my mating cycle, this is just mean.”

Allius’ gaze dropped to his cock, where it was starting to strain against the seam of his sweatpants. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He leaned over, kissing Luke’s cheek, running his small clawed hands over the wolf’s thick thighs. The touch was electric. The air around them was heavy, musky and rich with the pheromones that Luke was putting out. “How quickly do you want to go?”

Luke buried his nose into the crook of Allius’ neck, breathing in, recognizing the now-present floral sweetness of his arousal. He ran a broad, flat tongue over his collarbone. Goosebumps erupted over Allius’ skin. It was getting difficult for the werewolf to remain coherent, but he fought his instincts. “You haven’t fed in a while. What do you need?”

This earned him a firm tap on the side of his head with the demon’s fingertips. “I feed on your pleasure, dummy. I’ll be getting my fill plenty over the next few days. You don’t need to worry about me right now.” His hands came to rest on Luke’s clothed dick. “Now, answer my question: how do you want this to go?”

The slight domineering tone sent a shiver through him. The honest answer was that he wanted everything. Everything Allius would give him, to give Allius everything in return. The short answer…

“I want to fuck you ‘til you can’t stand.”

Allius’ eyes widened slightly before he grinned again. His lips met Luke’s in a kiss, as brief and fierce as it was filthy. Nipping his bottom lip once, the incubus turned around and arched his back. The black cloth of his underwear disappeared between his asscheeks. His tail flicked slowly and playfully as he looked back over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for, alpha? I’m ready.”

Luke grabbed his hip hard in one large, clawed hand. “You know that’s not how it works.”

The demon in front of him looked pointedly at his still-hard cock. “Doesn’t seem like it’s ruining the mood though, does it?” He lowered his chest to the floor and spread his knees slightly, presenting his ass even more obviously. Luke could see the slick soaking through his panties. “Now come on, baby. I thought you said something about ‘until I can’t stand’?”

Licking his lips, Luke pulled the fabric nestled between his asscheeks aside to expose his hole. Slick, sweet-smelling and vaguely pink, ran down his balls. He lapped it up, heightened lupine senses relishing in the scent of his lover. It was intoxicating, and he licked up every drop he could, purposefully avoiding where he wanted to go most. The incubus below him was breathing heavily and pushing back against his face. A growl ripped loose from his throat as his teeth sank into a soft, plush leg. It was torture trying not to break skin, but healing in his demon form, although complete, was strenuous and cost Allius a lot of energy. Luke soothed the area with a slow drag of his tongue.

A high-pitched whimper came from the demon kneeling in front of him. Luke pulled back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Are you okay?”

A glance at his face showed Allius flushed and sweaty. Spit shone around his mouth where he had clearly been biting his arm to retain some composure. “You’re holding back.”

“Yeah, I know that…”

“Stop it. I want you to mark me. As much as you can. Even if it won’t hold, I want you to make me yours. Wreck me, Luke.”

This command, bitten out as Allius’ chest heaved with deep gasps and his tail lashed impatiently, snapped the remaining threads of his control. Luke snarled loudly and yanked his own pants down his thighs, freeing his cock. He kicked them the rest of the way off and tore his shirt from his body in a fit of impatience. Big, lupine hands dug deep into the meat of the incubus’ ass. Golden blood welled up around his claws and dripped in thin rivulets down the smooth skin of his legs. Allius moaned quietly, shoving his face down into the floor. Luke bent his head back down to lick over his hole again, trying to pull more noises from the demon’s throat. The ring of muscle was already soft and opened to him readily, letting him stick his tongue inside. A particularly strong flick sent the incubus rocking back against him even more insistently. Whimpers were now spilling from his mouth in earnest as he brought one of his hands to rub against his cock through the thin panties.

Luke pulled back from Allius’ ass, licking his lips. A mix of spit and slick covered the bottom of his face and had begun to drip down onto his chest, wetting down his coarse hair. Allius looked back at him again, eyes blown out, and Luke couldn’t help but follow a drop of sweat that ran from his nape down the length of his spine. “Come on, puppy, please.” He was whining at this point, arching his back more, slick still dripping down his balls and thighs.

Biting down hard on his asscheek one last time, Luke lined up the head of his cock, flushed red and leaking pre-cum, with his entrance. “Ready?” He said, leaning over to kiss Allius’ shoulder gently.

Allius tried to buck his hips back onto Luke’s cock himself, but the vice-like grip on his hips kept him from doing much more than wriggling helplessly. “Just fuck me already!”

More golden blood was leaking from where Luke was holding him, more slick coming from his hole. In one swift movement, he plunged into Allius until his hips were sitting flush against his backside. The thrust drove the demon’s whole body forward, chest skidding along the floor. The low grunt that Luke let out was drowned out by Allius’ high-pitched whine.

He was already panting hard at the feeling of Allius’ tight walls around him. A sinuous black tail flicked anxiously as he once again tried to push back on the cock inside him. This wasn’t enough for either of them. Keeping one large hand on the demon’s hip and bracing the other against his back, Luke set a punishing pace into his boyfriend. Each thrust sent jolts through his body as he was driven further and further into the floor.

“AH...fuck!” Wanton sounds of pleasure spilled from Allius’ lips even from where his face was hidden in the crook of his elbow. He was humping back against each stroke, trying to get even more stimulation. His tail was going crazy, winding around the werewolf’s wrists, ankles; even batting frantically at his hip. It took an iron grip around the hand braced against his back. The long fingers and claws spanned nearly the entire width of his waist. Luke pressed his fingertips experimentally into the soft flesh of his demon. Five pinpricks of blood rose to the surface. ��Oh, shit. Keep going!”

Luke hooked his claws into the flimsy fabric of the panties that Allius was still wearing. In one rough swipe, he shredded them and pulled the remains off of him, leaving the incubus naked. Resetting His grip on his hips, Luke sank all the way into him before pulling out, leaving only the head of his cock, and thrusting in again. Allius moaned once again, the noise sweet and high-pitched despite how muffled it was. Luke had a problem with this.

He sank his teeth into Allius’ shoulder, tasting the blood spill around them. “Stop fucking hiding. I want to hear you,” he snarled into Allius’ skin. Wrapping his arms firmly around the incubus’ waist and chest, he wrenched him upright onto his knees. “I want everyone to hear you.”

The possessive words made Allius tighten around him. “God, you’re in a mood today,” he choked out, struggling to maintain composure as Luke rammed into him. “So- ahh- territorial.”

Luke dug in everywhere he was holding Allius, leaving bite marks on his neck and deep scratches on his belly and ribs. “You knew this would happen,” he said with a particularly rough thrust. He began pulling Allius’ much smaller body back into him with each drive of his pelvis.

Each stroke was reaching impossibly deeper inside him, and he was slack-jawed and drooling with pleasure. His tail wrapped around one of Luke’s muscular thighs.

“Hnng- ah- ahh...fuck!” Allius’ cock hit his own abdomen with each drive of Luke’s hips, and it left smears of pre-cum on his smooth brown skin. He brought one hand down to harshly stroke his cock. “Of- ah! Of c-course I did . Why- oh- why do you think I look forward to this so much?”

A violent bolt of lust and affection lanced through Luke. He loosened the grip on Allius’ torso to take his nipples in his fingers. He rolled the nubs between his fingertips, tugging on the piercings but careful not to cut the delicate skin. “You’re perfect,” Luke groaned against his neck, “But you already knew I think that.” The sentence was punctuated by another drive of his hips that sent Allius’ back bowing away from him.

Allius cried out again, the noise desperate and closer to a shriek than a moan. His walls clenched around Luke’s cock. “Do that again, puppy.”

Luke obliged happily, grinding his hips up into his lover, trying to hit that spot again and again. Allius let his head drop back against Luke’s chest, long past trying to hide his sounds of pleasure. He kept stroking his cock but the pace was stuttering and unsteady because of Luke’s vicious thrusts. His walls were fluttering in pleasure, and Luke could feel his knot start to swell. It caught on Allius’ rim with every movement. He made to pull out, but Allius moved his strong tail to encircle Luke’s waist, keeping him from moving back any further. He was panting hard, back sweaty and sticking to the werewolf’s hairy chest. “Fucking knot me, dumbass!”

Now this was new territory. Luke had never knotted Allius during his cycle, always pulling out and cumming outside, or knotting one of his toys. His brain was too cloudy to question this change, though, and immediately thrust all the way back inside. He rolled his hips into Allius, trying to make the most of his limited mobility. Luke knocked aside the hand that Allius was still jerking off with and replaced it with one of his own. His hand was larger and rougher than Allius’ own, and in moments the demon was cumming. Pearly liquid, the same pinkish colour as his slick, shot out, hitting himself in the chin, dripping down his chest and over Luke’s fingers. The way his hole clenched around his cock sent Luke over the edge. After a few more harsh thrusts he sank in to the hilt, and held Allius tight against him as he spilled inside. They collapsed, still locked together by Luke’s knot.

Allius looked thoroughly wrecked. He was covered in cum and that demonic golden blood, his whole body damp with sweat, with slick still leaking down his inner thighs and saliva dripping from his open mouth. He had claw and bite marks all over him, and the possessive side of Luke was already beginning to lament them healing smooth. “Fuck, that was so good,” Allius breathed out, craning his neck painfully in order to kiss Luke’s chest.

“You’re telling me,” Luke replied. He knocked his nose into Allius’ hair, running his fingers through to cum streaking the demon’s torso. “I don’t know if either of us can keep that up for the next five goddamn days.”

“Speak for yourself, puppy. I’m going to expect this every time you fuck me again. I’ll probably never have to feed again”

Groaning, Luke laved his tongue over one of the big bite marks one Allius’ shoulder. They kissed lazily, almost sleepily, with Luke straying away from Allius’ mouth to lick up the cum that had caught on his chin. Allius dropped his head to the floor after a few minutes, watching with half-lidded eyes as Luke continued dragging his fingers through the cum on his torso, licking the sweet-salty seed from his hands.

“Luke, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Luke rolled his hips into Allius once, both of them shivering with overstimulation. “It’s not like I can run away.”

Allius laughed once, breathless and joyful. He reached up to trace Luke’s hairline with soft fingers. “I…” He breathed in and out, clearly in an effort to centre himself. “I want to be your mate. Properly. If you’ll have me.”

Luke sat bolt upright as best he could while still being locked inside Allius. “You want to...pardon?”

“I know that it’s a big thing, and you’ll have to claim me as a human because if I’m in my true form the bite won’t hold. Also, I don’t know whether I would bite you too, or if we would form a pact, or…”

He was cut off by Luke locking his muscular arms around him in a bone-cracking hug. “Yes. Yes, of course I want to be your mate!” He attacked every available inch of Allius’ skin with kisses and nips. “Is that why you wanted me to knot you this time?” He asked after burying his nose into the velvet-soft skin behind Allius’ ear.

Allius nodded, wriggling further back into Luke’s warm arms. His tail wound affectionately around Luke’s ankle. “I don’t know why I’ve been avoiding it for so long. It’s not like I can get pregnant, and it feels so good. I feel so full.”

Luke groaned at the sound of that, gently headbutting Allius. “Don’t say that. I already want to fill you with my cum so bad, now I’m never going to want to stop fucking you.” He bit the demon’s ear with sharp teeth, hips bucking slightly. “And I know for a fact that I’m not willing to never let you top me again.”

“Ooh, so romantic,” Allius chuckled, “But no matter how nice that sounds, I want to go to sleep now. I’m tired.”

Luke nodded into the incubus’ nape, tucking them closer together and drifting off, surrounded by each other’s warmth.

#monster fucker #monster lover #exophilia #minors do not interact #smut #tw blood #but it's demon blood and isn't red #enthusiastic consent #terato #monster x monster #terfs dont fucking touch

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lorenfangor · 3 years

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PLEASE drop your head canons for the invasion of Leera im desperate to know

The invasion of Leera is my absolute favorite Underutilized Plot Point in this whole series. Like - it spans multiple books, we hear about it several times, and a lot of Yeerk R&D goes into trying and failing to conquer this one planet, but we barely get any Leera Content? I feel Deprived. (Not as Deprived as I am regarding the portable Kandrona factory raid from #42 - that's a story in and of itself that deserved a full book, and it's the cold open to Helmacron Magic School Bus?)

but. headcanons, some of which have explicit canonical justification.

this is the only time that Andalite infantry deploy en masse to do battle on the ground. there are ground-based conflicts, but nothing of this scale

Leera is essentially double-blockaded; the Yeerk fleet and the Andalite fleet are in a constant game of one-upmanship as to who maintains "control" over in/out and airspace etc. there are many, many space battles as well as ground ones.

the Leerans are 100% in favor of Andalite intervention here and actively asked for it; their one condition was that no permanent changes or damage be done underwater without their explicit consent

to this end, they appointed a group of leaders to be maintained in isolation from the general populace and give or deny approval - isolation means that others can't read their minds and leak information to the Yeerks in case of infestation

this was also why Leerans were banned from the Andalite homeworld - any information absorbed from soldiers on leave or high-ranking officials might be passed on to Yeerks.

this campaign dragged, for a very long time. it was one of the more costly campaigns of the war. Aximili knew about Leerans being banned from Andal because the first Yeerk attacks had recently occurred when the Dome went down and it didn't end until #18.

there was a shitton of Yeerk infighting, too. Visser One's controllable sharks plan was in direct competition to Visser Four's airborne hormonal chemical warfare plan, each taking a different approach to the problem of enemy combatants (V1 targeted the Leerans, V4 the Andalite infantry)

the quantum bombs were placed by Andalite spies in morph

morphing was used extensively as a stealth and infiltration tactic, and one of the reasons that the Yeerks on Earth became steadily more panicked and paranoid about "Andalite bandits" was because Andalites in morph were very effective on Leera, in one case destroying a Pool ship as it was trying to land by impersonating Controllers coming up in a supply ship and hiding away to demorph and remorph over four days of waiting.

the agents who did this knew Gafinilan, who had trained in espionage; this has nothing really to do with anything but it's a fun headcanon

space battles AND in-atmosphere fighter combat AND ground-based infantry combat AND underwater fights and spy missions! this planetary invasion has Everything, even a happy ending.

Visser Four's hormonal weapon project was the latest in a long string of Andalite-focused biological and chemical experiments for the war effort; it would have used synthetic pheromones to artificially trigger moods and behavior in ground-based soldiers

the quantum bombs that the Animorphs set off basically destroyed the continent they were under, which ended the ground-based war and also put an end to the hormonal weapon project as it wasn't completed or tested yet and it was no longer immediately necessary

the kids didn't realize they seriously saved the Andalite military's collective ass, and the Andalites themselves never figured it out until much later when they started putting the pieces together postwar

after the Yeerks went boom on the ground, the Yeerk fleet abandoned their attempted blockade - the Andalites currently had the upper hand anyway - and stranded survivors planetside; they were taken into Leeran custody

#replies #bugthebog #animorphs #animorphs headcanons #invasion of leera

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alloftheblackwidowfeelings · 3 years

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What do you think about the way Nat flinched away from Drekov when she was under the pheromone lock? On one hand we know she was actively playing him that entire time…but on the other, her reaction seems SO visceral and SO genuine…like before she even registered, she curled her entire body in on herself and her face just crumpled…. that it really seemed like it was genuine.

Do you think it was part of her act or do you think it was real?

I go back and forth on this.

My short answer is "Yes." My long answer under the cut.

On the one hand, it felt to me like she was almost over-playing it; we haven't gotten to see Natasha's vulnerability much in the MCU, but when we do, it's usually muted, and careful, and only letting a little bit out. To me it felt like it shouldn't have worked to trick Dreykov, who knew her well enough to see her through the mesh mask but was willing to accept this level of, essentially, weakness, as something Natasha would ever fall back to.

Then I came back to how so much of this story is forcing Nat into a position where she essentially regresses to who she was before she built up her defenses; seeing Dreykov alive must put her back in the position where she's however-old-when-she-and-Clint-enacted-Budapest and she doesn't have a support system to rely on, or even a real reputation to lean on, beyond being one of many interchangeable Widows, if perhaps at the top of her class. That was a point when Dreykov controlled everything. As much as we might see him in the context of facing Natasha, one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes, how could she not see Dreykov through the eyes of a ten-year-old trying desperately to protect her baby sister and failing because he was better at the game than she was?

Then I thought about her scene with Loki in Avengers, and how this mirrors that; it's the same kind of "I'm strong but I let that break down so you think you've bested me except whoops look at that I'm actually using your expectations against you." Unlike Loki, Dreykov should be familiar with her using that tactic- and maybe he is and it still works, because his ego is that big.

But then I considered the idea, which I think I like, that this is Natasha's outlet. We've seen over and over that she uses the truth, when she can, because it's more effective than lying. We also know that there are limited times and spaces where she can be released from the pressure of having to be on all the time. The way people treat her is probably under her skin constantly but she has to just do that tense smile and pretend nothing is wrong because it's not like anything would come of it if she spoke up. Even here, when she does speak up- her "you're never going to hurt anyone like you hurt me again" speech- it doesn't actually change anything. It's immediately followed by Dreykov getting away. Because Natasha saying "No, this is fucked up, this isn't okay" has never mattered in her narrative, and I think it's important that it doesn't matter here either. Natasha's opportunities to voice her discomfort in productive ways are virtually nonexistent, and the text even shows us she's right to believe that.

But to use those feelings? To transform her grief and anger and horror and disgust into part of an act that will lull her opponent into a false sense of security, which will enable her to do her job, in ways that often don't finish the fight but do make a dent? That is Natasha's superpower, and that is maybe the only outlet she gets for the ton of crap constantly heaped on her.

I don't know if this is the correct read of the movie, but the idea that she represses and she minimizes and then she puts all of that into performing the exact feelings she believes she's not allowed to have feels extremely on brand for what we know Natasha's had to do all her life. And I kind of love it.

So, do I think it was part of her act or do I think it was real? I know it seems like an easy out, but my answer is yes. And I think that's better than if it were one or the other.

#allofthereplies #Anonymous #Black Widow movie spoilers #BW spoilers #General Dreykov #Natasha Romanoff #performativity #cw: abuse

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miscellaneous-bnha · 4 years

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Omegaverse Aizawa (SFW)

SFW Headcannons: You’re here

NSFW Fic: Here

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Before Meeting his Omega

- 100% guaranteed, Aizawa is an Alpha, if not an Apex Alpha

- He radiates so much Alpha energy under that wall of tired you can almost get overwhelmed by the smell of the pheromones as a Beta

- At least, if he wasn’t controlling it, it would overwhelm any Omega or Beta

- He takes suppressants regularly so his rut doesn’t interfere with his job as a teacher and hero

- Is generally unaffected by most omegas, even those on the edge of going into heat

- He just never had the real need to claim an omega for his own, especially not when he had students and his job to worry about

- At least, that was until he met you

- His assigned Teacher Assistant

- Nezu felt that the teachers could use some extra help in the classroom, especially considering most kept their jobs as pro heroes in the evening

- At first, he didn’t think much of you; granted, he did appreciate you help, especially if the students had any particular questions about the assignment

- Having you around meant that he could rest a little easier

- Then, over time, he started to notice the smallest things you would do to make his overall life and job easier

- Of course, he wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t secretly looking for it, but a part of him was pleased to know that you were trying to make his life easier in the most uninvasive ways possible

- It wasn’t until three months later that he realized you were such a potent Omega

- He forgot to renew his prescription for suppressants and had to go a couple of days without them

- Thankfully, the period of time it would take to get his new bottle would fall under the withdrawal period for them

- Basically, he didn’t need to worry about hitting his rut

- Except, when he walked into the classroom to set up for that day, the smell of you hit him so hard he thought it would force his rut right then and there

- It was at that moment that he knew

- He

- Fucked

- Up

- In the split second that he had to pause, his own scent hit your nose with the force of a speeding train

- You whipped your head around to him, a soft chirp of surprise leaving your throat

- “Oh! Aizawa! I didn’t hear you coming...”

- He noticed the subtle way you shuffled your feet nervously, and he tried not to feel disappointed

- It didn’t work

- He grumbled to himself, quietly nodding in greeting before plopping down in his chair

- The next two days went by like this; you walking on eggshells (though trying fairly hard not to make it obvious) and him being so silently grumpy about it he could barely rest

- Admittedly, after he started taking his suppressants again, you were a little less jumpy, but he noticed the way you were still a little more reserved than you had been before

- And, frankly, it pissed him off

-He ended up needing to come back for a stack of paper work he forgot one night; he’d been feeling especially exhausted between testing coming up shortly and having to follow a lead on a potentially dangerous villain at night

- When he opened his office, the last thing he had been expecting to see was his Omega Teacher Assistant nearly passed out on his desk

- You had been working on the stacks of essays he needed to grade, eyes barely able to stay open

- He knew you had been especially exhausted as of late, so to see you here now definitely shocked him

- It shocked him so much, in fact, he had even realized that he let his Alpha push forward to handle the situation

- “Omega, what are you doing here so late? How are you going to get home?”

- He walked to your side, placing a hand gently on your shoulder, causing a soft, questioning chirp to leave your throat

- He didn’t notice the low purr leaving his chest in response with the intention to keep you at ease

- Your bleary eyes turned to look up at him tiredly, causing his hackles to raise slightly when he noticed the dark bags under your eyes

- He whipped his head over to the nearest clock; it was currently 2 in the morning!

- He furrowed his brow and turned back to you

- “What are you doing here Omega?” His voice dropped lower than usual

- Not threateningly, but low enough that you could tell his Alpha was demanding an answer

- “Y.. you forgot to take the.. the essays so—“ you were cut off by your own yawn

- “So you stayed back to grade them on your own...” he finished for you. He frowned more when you nodded

- He wasn’t so shallow where his pride was hurt over the fact that you were taking over his task, no

- He was upset because either you never intended on making it home, or you were planning to walk home alone in the dark while you were so exhausted

- He knew you weren’t stupid, but right now, the thought of you doing either of those things had an uncomfortable itch running through him

- “Why didn’t you go home Omega? Why did you stay so late for this?”

- “.. You’ve been working so hard lately that... I wanted to take some of your work load like this but...” you sighed heavily

- “... My heat is coming a little earlier than I thought and it’s starting to affect me now, so I ended up having a hard time trying to stay awake since 4 this afternoon.”

- He was touched you could pick up on his exhaustion, but he didn’t like the way you stretched yourself out so thin just to help

- “I’m taking you home now, Omega.”

- He left no room for argument, so you nodded and complied

- “Okay Alpha..” you didn’t realize your blunder

- But boy did he

- A purr so loud it sounded like a growl ripped from his chest, flooding the room entirely

- He couldn’t disguize it even if he wanted to

- He flushed bright red as your eyes widened, looking up at him with shock

- “Alpha...?”

- He couldn’t help but drop his head onto your shoulder, hands on the arms of the chair

- Trapping you in place

- “... let’s get you home, ‘mega.”

- But he didn’t move

- He was still trying to rationalize your mistake as you being tired when he picked up on your softer purrs

- Your hands gripped at his sleeves and you nuzzled yourself into his neck

- So he did what his rational mind (read as: Alpha brain) told him to

- He scooped you up into his arms and started walking to the door, grabbing your bag on the way

- “I-I can walk—!”

- He nodded, but didn’t put you down

- “Aizawa—!”

- “Shota.”

- “...Shota.”

- He nodded. He hoped you weren’t the type to forget everything while you were tired

- Because he fully intended on making sure you stayed home tomorrow

- And he fully intended on making sure you knew he was planning on making you his

After Getting His Omega

- Thankfully - for him at least - you didn’t forget

- He thanked his lucky stars every night for that one

- Sure, you were pretty shy (“I-I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have called you Alpha!”), but he was quick to soothe you (“It’s alright. You were tired and going into heat. Though it worked out anyway.”)

- While he still took his suppressants, he learned you had to wear scent suppressors every day

- Mostly because suppressants didn’t work for you, and the ones that did were far too expensive and often made you feel unwell

- Which was just fine, really

- But it made him curious just how strong your scent would be without the suppressors

- All things considered

- But he wouldn’t force it. You would take them off when you wanted to

- But he definitely felt a lot better now that you weren’t being so cautious

- And while the two of you weren’t openly affectionate around the students

- Breaks usually consisted of the two of you working side by side, occasionally sharing a quick kiss

- Your purrs soothing him of his stress

- Just listening to you had him relaxing and feeling just a little more energized

- He tried his best to keep things from Mic and Midnight, but your scent that rubbed off on him from sitting so close gave him away pretty quickly to the two

- They tease him about it from time to time, but he hardly cares about it

- “Kitten, hand me the papers please.”

- A little part of you dies and goes to heaven every time he calls you that

- Another little part becomes a filthy sinner when you’re close to your heat, but we won’t talk about that yet

- Overall, his general health is a little better now that it’s not completely weird for you to provide for him

- As long as its not in front of the students or colleagues

- Mostly because that’s too much drama

- Banana slug is too tired for that drama

- But a lot of people do notice the way the bags under his eyes have cleared up some

- If you squint anyway

- “The scruff stays; it makes you look rugged”

- “You just like the way it feels when I nuzzle you sometimes”

- You do

- You’re pretty convinced that you could take off your scent suppressors at this point because his smell overpowers yours at this point

- But then both of your scents would overwhelm the room

- And that’s not good for anyone

- Not even you

- You still haven’t told him that smelling him without his suppressants that one time is what sent you into an early heat

- You completely intend on taking that to your grave

#aizawa x reader #alpha aizawa #abo #omegaverse #alpha aizawa x reader #sfw #bnha #bnha au #abo au #abo bnha #not from discord #fluff

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theamberwriter · 4 years

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OKAY SO OMEGAVERSE- can I please have Todoroki, Bakugou and whatever other characters you wanna write for when their omegas nest gets destroyed by something (maybe a friend, a parent, whoever) and they’re really sad about it? I just need some protective alphas rn. (Thank youuu)

Pairings - Alpha!Todorki x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Kirishima x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Yaoyorozu x Omega!Reader, Apha!Ashido x Omega! Reader

Word Count - 9722

A/N - Wow, this took waayyy longer than I thought it would to write. But it’s also kinda long, lol Anyway, I really hope you like it! I had lots of fun writing it! Also, I’m going to apologize now to Denki lovers for the last one!

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SHOTO TODOROKI

Todoroki was a force to be reckoned with, especially where it came to his mate.

Nobody got to fuck with them.Much less his own father.

Endeavor had made it painfully obvious he didn't like his son's chosen mate.

Especially since they were a seat higher in hero ranking than Shoto.

He couldn't believe his own son had been outranked by an omega.

Shoto didn't mind, in fact, he was very proud of you.

He may not have known you in school, but your mother had embarrassingly boasted a laundry list of your accomplishments when you introduced him.

She also gave him a very detailed rundown of every single step of your hero training. Starting from a young age.

You could've died of embarrassment.

Shoto listened intently, taking in every single detail.

He firmly decided that you deserved your seat, maybe even a higher seat than that, and he made sure you felt proud of your ranking too.

Since your position pissed off Endeavor, Shoto always found a way to wedge it into conversation with him.

Anything to make the old crackpot flame.

It made family gatherings rather awkward and difficult.

Usually the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

As hard as Fuyumi tried to make things chill and normal, Natsuo and Shoto made sure Endeavor knew they liked you more than him.

So to say that your relationship with your future father-in-law was nonexistent was an overstatement.

Endeavor couldn’t stand being in the same room as you. Shoto refused to allow you to be in the room with him, especially alone.

The two of you were basically strangers connected through a mutual.

Honestly, it was stressful.

He was going to be at family gatherings, he would be at your wedding the following year, he'd be grandfather to any pups you raised - no matter what, he was always going to be there.

You couldn’t escape him. So you might as well make peace, right?

You had a bad feeling, but you couldn't keep walking on eggshells.

You made sure Shoto didn’t know what you were up to. And waited until you had a day off and Shoto was at work.

You already knew he’d disapprove of the olive branch you were trying to extend.

You and Shoto lived in a lovely house on the outside of the city where his agency was.

Shoto wanted it built as an early wedding present. You'd only been there for about six months.

It had large, beautiful gardens, a good amount of land, and a pond. It was your own personal wonderland.

Having this little spec of gloom in your personal paradise wasn't ideal. But you had to put a truce on this.

It was noon on the dot when a knock came to your door.

You were still not mentally prepared to handle this on your own.

You smiled as best you could and opened the door. “Enji.”

“[Name],” he said in disdain.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Thank you for coming. Come in, the tea just finished.”

He glared at you for a long moment but then walked into the grand foyer.

Enji glanced around blankly. You couldn’t tell if he liked the house, or if he hated it because it was yours.

“Shoto designed everything,” you noted. He nodded at that. “Uh, the dining room is this way.”

You led him through the library and down a hall.

You opened the door, allowing him in first. He entered without so much as a glance at you.

“Take a seat.” You gestured to the two chairs where your lunch and fresh tea was laid out.

Endeavor sat stiffly in one, and you in other.

“The cooks Shoto found make the best food I’ve tasted,” you noted awkwardly.

Shoto had hired some staff to help since you two were so busy.

“For you, I’m sure,” he grunted but picked up his utensils anyway. “Thanks.”

You two ate in tense silence for a minute. Your heart pounded in your chest, it nearly made you gag with nerves.

You should’ve waited for Shoto.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of tea.

“I’ll be frank, Enji…” you started. “I asked you here to extend an olive branch.”

“An olive branch. Really?” Enji seemed more annoyed than ever.

“When Shoto and I get married, we’ll be family. - I’m not saying you have to like me. Or that we have to talk to each other. All I’m saying is that I want to make a truce. So we can be...civil?”

He grunted. “Does Shoto know you’re doing this?”

You shook your head. “He’d probably disapprove. But I thought I’d try. So if it doesn’t work out, he’d still come around. You know how he can be. He’d be even more furious with you, and probably wouldn’t go any family functions for a while.”

“You seem to know my Shoto well enough,” Enji noted.

You shrugged, laughing uncomfortably. “We’ve been dating for five years, engaged for almost two. So I’m hoping I do.”

After another few moments of silence, he asked, “May I use your facilities?”

You nodded and gestured. “Through that door, make the left, follow it down the hall, and it’ll be on your right.”

You cursed under your breath when the door finally shut. It was a relief being out from under those eyes. Away from his alpha stench. It was burning your nose, and making your eyes water.

You didn’t think anything of it until fifteen minutes had passed.

Had he gotten lost? Definitely not, right?

You left the dining room, going down the hall to find the bathroom door open and the room empty.

You followed the hall down and around and finally back to the foyer.

That’s where you smelled it. The undeniable scent of smoke.

You followed it up the stairs and down one wide hall and then another.

Your heart felt like it snapped in half as you watched smoke pour from the door with a sign (lovingly made by Momo) that read Nest Sweet Nest.

You launched yourself into the doorway. Sure enough, Endeavor was slowly lighting item after item on fire.

“What the -” you started, walking into the room with a sleeve over your face.

“I will never make peace with you,” he snapped. “Extending a branch without so much as consulting Shoto. How degrading and insulting to your alpha. And being outranked by an omega of all people. It’s disgraceful. Shoto deserves that spot you occupy. As well as an omega stronger than you.”

You felt something in you snap. And then you were consumed by overwhelming energy.

Your quirk had activated, and you hadn’t done it consciously.

The energy surge lifted you up, engulfing you in the form of a bear that barely fit in the room. Luckily the energy could be phased through objects if you wanted.

The translucent white-blue bear roared and growled at Endeavor.

“Get. Out!” you snapped from where you controlled the bear from within.

Endeavor shot fire at you. But the bear stopped it from entering your energy form.

You took the bear’s massive paw and swatted at Enji, pinning him under it.

Your bear leaned down, shifting into the form of a lion. It snapped and snarled at his face.

Endeavor showed no fear. Though you could smell it through the lion’s nose.

You picked him up in the mouth of the lion. Putting just enough pressure to pin and threaten him. But not enough to crush.

The lion and you squeezed through the door, swept down the halls, and back to the front door.

Your butler stood, waiting with the entry open. “I’ve instructed the others to put the fire out.”

You nodded at him, then squeezed out to the front path. The lion grew even larger, dwarfing the house.

“Consider this war, Endeavor,” you snapped, voice echoing through the lion. “All branches have been burned. And I will be telling Shoto.”

The lion tossed him out into the middle of the front lawn.

You watched as he hit and rolled across the grass. When he stopped, he pushed himself up and glared at you. Then he lit up and readied himself.

As soon as he launched into the air, he was caught in a flow of ice.

Only one person could do that.

Walking up the drive was no other than Shoto, home early.

You’d semi-lost your mind to the beast. A struggle you’d been having since your quirk emerged. Only rage made you lose your mind now.

The lion roared at Shoto, stalking up to him. But he showed no fear. You couldn’t even smell it on him.

He placed a hand on the lion’s snout, staring at it as blankly as ever. The lion sank into a laying position.

Shoto climbed up on it and forced his way into the energy field. Like you’d showed him, just in case.

He was pulled to the center, where you were. Immediately, he took you in his arms, cradling you against his chest.

You struggled at first. But calmed down at his cinnamon scent.

He rubbed your back and kissed your hair, pumping out comfort pheromones.

You felt the energy draining and you wrapped your arms around him in turn. With a sigh, the two of you settled to the ground.

“Shoto,” you yawned, your quirk completely deactivated. “You’re home early.”

“Got a call about a fire,” he grunted. “I can see why now.”

Shoto released his father, who hadn’t bothered melting the ice on his own. The two just stared at each other, then Endeavor left without a word.

“What happened? What was this all about?” Shoto asked as he hauled you off the ground.

You were worn out. Rage energy was much harder to control. It was much more draining than how it was when you did hero work. At least you had control then.

You explained the situation to Shoto. He was not happy, to say the least.

“What were you thinking? You should’ve waited -” he started to scold.

You couldn’t help the tears that flowed. “That’s not even the worst part. - Come see.”

Tiredly, you pulled Shoto up to the charred room that once held your nest.

Fond tokens of love and memories were burnt to ash. The blankets and clothes and pillows you’d hoarded were all gone now. Nothing was left of what was except the charred Nest Sweet Nest sign on the door.

“He...he burned everything,” you wheezed, wiping furiously at the tears on your cheeks.

“That bastard,” Shoto cursed under his breath.

He held you closely, glaring into the blackened room. He wasn’t going to let his father get away with this. But, for now, you were his priority.

He got you changed into clean clothes, then took you down to the entertainment room.

Shoto put on your favourite movie, had tea brought down along with snacks, and cradled you in his arms until you zonked out.

He’d never seen you like that. He had to admit, it was terrifying.

Honestly, he never thought he’d have to use the emergency maneuver you’d taught him. You were so good with your control.

Of course, Endeavor would be the one to break it. Natsuo and Fuyumi were going to hear about this.

However, revenge was for another time.

Right now, his omega was the most important thing.

~*~

KATSUKI BAKUGO

God, you were just too cute and you didn't even fucking know it.

Katsuki smiled to himself as he cast one last look at you in your nest before going off to work.

He'd bought you a body pillow cover of himself as Ground Zero as a joke. But here you were, curled up with your face stuffed in it and a leg thrown over. Drooling like a kid.

He'd scented the entire thing for you. There was no getting rid of that smell for a while.

He never thought he'd find this with anyone. He was so caught up in work, romance was the last thing on his mind.

But one chance encounter changed everything. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

With that, he left for work. Unaware of what would soon transpire.

All of Katsuki’s friends loved you. In fact, there were times they preferred you over him.

But not all of your friends loved Katsuki.

The shallower ones of the bunch were jealous you’d nabbed a hero. But they were all concerned about your safety. Not just from villains, but from Katsuki himself.

They found him too brash, too rowdy, too aggressive. And they were worried that would turn on you.

Not that they’d ever tell you as much. But you could tell they weren’t fond of him.

They’d never seen the side of him you had. Or even the sides of him that his friends got to see.

He was usually busy when you hung out with your friends.

Even when he was home, he didn’t like to get in the way of your friend time. Which was becoming fewer and farther between. No matter how much you wanted him to hang out with you all.

They weren’t exactly begging for him to come along either.

Your friends had seen him in the media. Seen the way he acted in battle, the way he talked to the press and yelled at the paps. How he bullied even fellow heroes.

They didn’t trust him as far as they could throw him.

It was the weekend and you were having them over for the day while Katsuki was out on patrol.

You had everything ready by the time they arrived for lunch.

There wasn’t really much to do. Katsuki kept the house tidy, while you did laundry and dishes. You took turns giving the dog a bath, and that was that.

Your dog, an Amstaff named Pooki - a name she came with, much to Katsuki’s chagrin (he did try to change it, but she wouldn’t respond to anything else) - barked when a knock came at the door.

Behind it, stood your main little group of six. They all seemed on edge, except your best friend of the group - Haruto.

He grinned and hugged you immediately.

“I’m so glad you all could make it! - Did you all find it okay? I know we’re a little out of the way,” you said and moved so they could enter.

“Uh, yeah. We found it fine,” Akari, Haruto’s sister, said.

Haruto was already baby-talking the dog.

“Is he -” started Sota, a friend you’d made in middle school. Your other friend, Mei, nudged him.

You shook your head. “No - my boom boy won’t be back until this afternoon. He’s out patrolling.”

Misato, the most serious and mom like of the group, came and put a hand on your shoulder. “It’s good to see you haven’t lost your spunk.”

“What’re you -?” you started, then shook your head. “Nevermind. C’mon, I have a game loaded for us to play. I promise you’ll love it.”

You led them to the living room. It was a decent size with two chairs, a four-person couch, and a loveseat. Katsuki had a gaming station set up around the electric fireplace.

Your friend Yuto pushed his way to the front of the group. “No way is that -”

You nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He wouldn’t shut up about it in the group chat.

“But that hasn’t even come out yet -”

“Katsuki got it for me,” you laughed. Tension in the room spiked. “It was a thank you from the company. He saved their building from being destroyed, you know. This game never would’ve been released, if it weren’t for him.”

“Remind me to thank fireball later,” Yuto noted half-heartedly. He perched in one of the chairs, grabbing a controller. The others followed.

You were squished in between Haruto and Akari. Pooki took up residency on your lap. You were going to have to put this dog on a diet.

“Help yourselves to the snacks. Made them fresh just before you got here,” you noted.

It didn’t take long for them to dive in.

The day was going nice for the first few hours. What you didn’t expect was another knock at the door.

Pooki shot off your lap, racing to it. You were surprised to find Katsuki’s friends.

“Mina, Eijiro, Hanta, Denki - what’re you guys doing here?” you asked, letting them in.

“Here to see you, of course.” Eijiro hugged you tightly. The others followed.

“Besides, Katsuki said he wanted to chill today, anyway! Just so happens that we all had early patrols,” Mina explained.

“Katsuki won’t be home until later -” you started, moving with them as they made their way to the living room.

“We like hanging out with you, ya know?” Denki said, rolling his eyes.

“Who’s this?” Haruto said, looking over the back of the couch as you all entered.

You glanced between the two groups. “Uh....well, this is awkward….Guys, these are Katsuki’s friends. Eijiro Kirishma, Hanta Sero, Mina Ashido, and Denki Kaminari. - Everyone, these are my friends. Haruto and Akari Ito, Yuto Watanabe, Misato Yamamoto, Mei Nakamura, and Sota Sato.”

Katsuki’s group said their hellos. But your friends all stared in tense silence until Misato spoke up. “Hello, it’s very nice to meet you all.”

Pooki nearly knocked Denki over jumping on him.

“Sorry, she’s gotten fat since you saw her last,” you laughed.

“Still cute as ever though, aren’t you girl?” Denki replied, baby-talking to her.

Eijiro’s eyes moved to the screen. “What’re you all playing?”

“Remember that gaming company that Katsuki saved the building?” you asked.

Denki’s eyes lit up. “Really?! That one!”

You grinned. “Mhm. Someone can take my spot. - I’ll go get chairs.”

“Don’t worry,” Eijiro chuckled, patting Pooki. “We can get them ourselves. That’s the manly thing to do.”

With that, the four of them left. You laughed under your breath, rolling your eyes after them.

“How long are they staying?” Sota asked snidely.

You shrugged. “Until Katsuki gets home, I suppose. Trust me, you’ll like them -”

“I doubt that,” Haruto said, slumping back into his seat.

You settled awkwardly back between Haruto and Akari, your legs crossed under you.

That’s when the others came back with chairs. Well, at least Hanta and Denki anyway.

“I’m just gonna sit on the floor,” Mina said with a shrug. She came and sat in front of you, leaning her back against the couch.

Eijiro sat on the floor across from you, leaning against the coffee table to pick at the snacks.

“Here, Denki,” you called, tossing him your controller. “I know you’ve been dying to play it. Just - don’t zap another controller, please? I thought Katsuki was going to kill you last time.”

“Awesome!” he cheered. “[Name], you’re the best!”

They started the game back up. It was Denki, Yuto, Mei, Sota, and Haruto playing.

“So,” Misato started, clearing her throat. “You all have been here before?”

“Oh yeah,” Eijrio laughed. Pooki begged him for a cracker. “We helped them move in. Pook here was just a pup then.”

“And you come even when - Bakugo - isn’t here?” Haruto asked grouchily.

“We come here all the time when they’re home alone,” Mina noted, scrolling through her phone. “We love hanging out with [Name].”

“Katsuki thinks I need protecting,” you chuckled. “So he sends in the heroes.”

“You do!” Hanta interjected.

You rolled your eyes. “From what?”

“From -”

“Pooki’s too cute to be handled alone, it’s dangerous!” Eijiro interrupted. He was wrestling with her now.

“You’re going to break something.”

Eijiro grinned. “Nah, besides -”

Pooki chomped down on his arm. A few of your friends gasped.

“Pooki!” Akari scolded. “Let him go -”

“It’s fine, she does this all the time. She thinks I’m a chew toy, see -” Eijiro hardened up his arm and moved to show the one in Pooki’s mouth. “She can’t hurt me.”

“Wait - you’re Red Riot. Aren’t you?”Akari realized.

Eijiro laughed. “You caught me! Guess my secret is out.”

“None of you are exactly hiding,” you stated, rolling your eyes. “Besides, I told you guys Katsuki was friends with heros.”

“All of you are?” Mei asked, glancing around.

“Chargebolt,” Denki announced, throwing a thumbs up and grinning.

“Pinky!” Mina laughed and held up a picture of her in costume.

“Cellophane,” Hanta said, beaming.

“Are any of you heros?” Eijrio asked.

You shook your head and smiled. “No. - We were put in the ‘Useless Quirk’ club.”

“I dunno, your quirk’s pretty cool. I’m surprised you didn’t work for the police,” Mina said.

You shrugged. “Wasn’t really into law enforcement. I’m happy running a shop.”

“[Name]’s right, though. None of us could ever make it as heros,” Haruto said. He seemed a little warmer to them now. “I can turn small objects into cubes, Akari can change her skin into whatever material she touches. Misato can make a flower sprout wherever she touches. But only one flower at a time. Yuto can change the color of his eyes, nails, hair, and teeth at will. While Mei can turn anything she touches red. And Sota, well -”

“Just say it,” Sota snapped. “I don’t have a quirk.”

It was tense and silent a moment. You wanted to hide. This was not going well.

Didn’t Katsuki tell them that your friends were coming over today?

Misato interrupted the quiet. “[Name], where are the facilities?”

“Uh - oh.” You were snapped out of your stupor. “That way and down the hall on the left.”

You couldn’t wait for Katsuki to come home.

Everybody rotated controllers. Each leaving on occasion to get water or use the bathroom.

Pooki followed everybody in and out of the room.

Everything seemed fine until Pooki started barking in the living room doorway.

You got up to see what was wrong, supposing it was just a delivery man you hadn’t heard ring the doorbell.

Instead, you followed her to the upstairs hallway. She stood with her nose pushed against the door to your nesting room.

“What’s wrong with you, silly girl?” you laughed. “If I show you there’s nothing wrong will you take a nap?”

You were not expecting the sight when you walked in. Torn blankets, charged clothes, broken pictures and knickknacks. Everything was ruined. Nothing in the room had gone untouched, except one pristine Ground Zero body pillow.

Pooki growled at your feet.

You stared. Your chest becoming a hollow cavity. So much had happened in this room. And all the fond memories held in the items were all ruined. You couldn’t stop the sob in your throat. Pooki rubbed against your leg.

You wiped at your tears. You didn’t even notice someone special had crept into the house.

“There’s my omega,” Katsuki’s voice said.

You flinched, eyeing him at the top of the stairs.

He halted in his pace when he saw your wet face. “What’s wrong? Who’s ass am I kicking?”

He came and wrapped you in his arms. You gestured to your room. As soon as he laid eyes on it, his scent became threatening, murderous.

“Yo man, you okay?” that was Eijiro, the only one brave enough to face Katsuki in this state. He was coming up the stairs.

Katsuki glared him down. “You and those idiots better not have done this.”

“Done wha -” Eijiro stopped short, staring in the room. “What happened? We’ve been downstairs all day.”

“You better not be lying -”

You stopped Katsuki. “It’s okay - alpha - I, I got this. Do you mind, Eijiro?”

Eijiro nodded. “Do what you got to.”

“Look me in the eyes.”

Eijiro did as he was instructed, and you activated your quirk. Your irises swirled with the whites of your eyes. Hypnotizing him.

“Tell me, Eijiro,” you started. “What was the purpose of your visit today? Was it to do this?”

“No,” he said robotically. “We came today because Katsuki invited us. He was worried your friends were up to something, so he sent us to watch over you. I had no part in what happened to your nest.”

You nodded and blinked, releasing him.

Eijiro blinked too, rubbing his temple. “I forgot how weird that felt. You haven’t done that since I told you Katsuki was going to ask you out. - But see. We were just here to watch out for you. Nothing more. We’re your friends [Name]. And it’s totally uncool to do this to a friend’s nest.”

Your heart sank. That meant only one thing then.

“I can go -” Katsuki started.

You shook your head. “They’re my….friends….I’ll do it.”

You took Katsuki’s hand and went to the living room. His sent still smelled like death walking.

“Everything okay?” Misato asked. “Hello, Bakugo.”

You nodded, then went to sit back between Akari and Haruto. Katsuki grunted, leaning on the doorframe with Eijiro beside him.

You waited a moment, then flinched and rubbed your eye.

“Ow - I think I have something in my eye. Can you look for me Haru?” you asked, and turned to him.

He twisted to face you. “Sure.”

You caught his eye and he realized what you were going to do. You activated your quirk before he could turn away.

“I really hate to do this. But - tell me, Haruto,” you sighed. “What was the purpose of your visit today? Was it you all who destroyed my nest?”

Mina gasped. “Wait, what?”

“Shit,” you heard Akari mutter under her breath.

Katsuki’s friends were tense, ready to tackle the first person to move and break your connection.

“We came today to see you. But also to wait for Katsuki to get home. We were going to destroy your nest, but frame him for it. That way you two would argue and break up. When his friends came, we decided to make it look like they did it. Then you’d break up with him because of his awful friends. I couldn’t bring myself to destroy anything, though. So I told Pooki to get you.”

“Wait, you ratted on us?!” Sota yelled.

“Why would you do that?” you asked, tears beginning to flood your vision.

“Because,” Haruto continued. “We wanted you back. We don’t see much of you. And Bakugo is too violent for you. He’s going to hurt you - like he does to the paparazzi and all those villains.”

You sobbed and hid your face in your hands, breaking the connection.

“We were just doing what was best for you -” Misato started.

“What would you know about what’s best for my omega?” Katsuki snapped, the thick scent of burnt caramel nearly suffocating. “Do you think hurting them like this was the best way to tell [Name] your concerns? Wouldn’t it have been better to sit them down, like normal people?! Also - you all are a bunch of fucking dunces if you think I’d ever hurt them!”

“Katsuki may have a temper, but you didn’t know him before he met [Name],” Eijiro said.

“But -” Haruto started.

“It’s true,” Denki countered. “He was totally different.”

“We didn’t even meet y’all before today, and we’re here a lot,” Mina noted. Katsuki uttered, too much under his breath. “So you obviously haven’t even made the effort to hang out with them both. And see for yourself how he is.”

“I think it’s time for you fuckers to leave,” Bakugo growled.

“We were only trying to help!” Mei shrieked.

“You were trying to solve a problem that didn’t exist!” you cried. “Just - leave. Please.”

“[Name]....” Haruto pleaded.

“Haru just - just go,” you sighed, watching as tears dripped onto the couch.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and then got up.

Once they were gone, Katsuki changed into lounge clothes and sat next to you on the couch.

Mina and Eijiro moved from the floor to a regular seat. Hanta and Denki put the kitchen chairs back and went to occupy the empty spaces.

You curled up into his protective grasped, watching as they played the new game.

Your heart, though sad with your nest being ruined, felt full knowing that you’d always have Katsuki and his friends on your side.

~*~

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

Your mother hated the fact that you were an omega. She thought, with your parentage, you should have been an alpha.

Imagine her disgust and disappointment when you showed as an omega. The only in blood family to be.

Her rage grew when you met a hero named Red Riot once you joined an agency. An alpha with a musk like strawberry cream. He was just as sweet as he smelled.

Your mother had hoped you'd grow to be an alpha. Your scent changing, and your behavior.

Or even that you would take on alpha characteristics, even while biologically being an omega.

But you were still the same at twenty as you were at twelve when puberty hit and you emerged as an omega.

You may have been more adult in appearance and a little more patient. But you were just the same in many other aspects.

You'd taken to Red Riot right away. Although you tried not to be the clingy omega everyone else typed you as.

You didn't think he was into you. Even as he'd pat your head, and stand just close enough to rub a little scent on you.

He was Red Riot, after all. His face was all over the news, even as a first year in high school!

And you were...well, you.

Little did you know that he was just as taken.

But it wasn't just with your scent. You were gorgeous to him. And you were so kind with a smile that melted him. You'd made him so nervous the first time that he could only blurt out random facts. You found it endearing.

But none of this mattered to your family, especially your mother.

Some forgave your nature due to picking up a top hero. At least you were bonded to someone with status.

Your mother, however, had been furious when she met him. Hero or not, there was simply no way your family could be the type to be owned by someone.

It didn't matter how many times you explained that Eijiro didn't own you. She pitched fits, started arguments. Banned him from the house. She even started to lock you out!

Eijiro tried to apologize, and break it off with you. For your own good. But an explanation on the matter made him understand that nothing he did was going to help.

Not to mention, you were already so in love with him and he with you that he was quick to move you in with him.

His roommate, Ground Zero aka Katsuki Bakugo, didn't mind. As long as you "cleaned your shit up and didn't fucking bother him".

Getting your stuff was a different story.

You had to break into the house while everyone was away.

Luckily, the neighbors liked you and didn't call the cops.

Katsuki, Eijiro, and a few of your collective friends had you all moved out in a matter of hours.

The rest was history.

You knew your mother had been trying to find you for months. But you'd changed your number and gotten a new phone. Your hair was different now, and Eijiro bought you clothes you actually liked.

You were everything you wanted to be. Everything your mother hated.

But Eijiro loved you more every day. Watching you grow and become the person you were meant to be.

You were helping him grow too. And Katsuki, not like he'd ever admit it. But he did like you. And didn't mind having you as a roommate.

The trouble came a day in late autumn, both the alphas of the house were out. You were home alone, taking a week off for the impending nesting that was coming.

Katsuki was at work, and Eijiro had taken the day off to be with you. He'd run to get some groceries and supplies to keep in your nest.

With you smelling like heat, he was afraid you'd get harassed if you when on your own.

You'd been meticulously fiddling with your nest all day. Trying to get it just right, and make it big enough for two.

You'd thought nothing of it when there was a knock on the door. You'd ordered food for when the guys got back.

But, instead of a delivery person, there stood your mother. Her face unreadable.

You tried to slam the door in her face but she stuck her shoe in. She shoved the door back open, and invited herself in. Pushing you back into the apartment.

"I finally found you. You gave us all quite the scare there." Her voice dripped with the same venom you'd heard villains shout at you with. "What the hell are you wearing? And look what you did to your lovely hair!"

"Get. Out." you growled. "You are not welcome in my home."

"Home?" she laughed. "Smells like a brothel in here. You little whore. I can smell more than just your…hero...here. Look what that little red rat has turned you into -"

"That's his roommate! He already lived here when I moved in! It's not like that!"

She started to open all the doors. "Right. That's what you say now, at least. You are just a needy little omega. Just a bitch in heat. And, sooner or later, you're going to want any alpha you can knot you. Maybe even a few of them at the same time - This your nest?"

Your mother shoved open the door to room that homed your nest. The scent of Eijiro flooding out. He'd gone a little overboard with the scenting.

"It looks warm...cozy... it'd be a shame if someone ruined it all."

You stood in the doorway glaring her down. "Don't you fucking -"

"Then come back home," she snapped, narrowing her eyes at you. "Drop that sickeningly sweet alpha. And move. Back. Home. We can teach you how to be an alpha. How to let people not push you around. Look - you let me walk straight into your apartment. And you haven't laid a finger on me!"

"That's because I know you. I use my quirk and you go to the press about your abusive hero child. You'll blacken my name."

"Would I ever -"

"Yes! You would! I remember when you didn't like uncle's second wife! You smudged her name, destroyed her reputation so much she went into hiding! - I'm not going to let you do that to me."

"So you're moving back, good. Pac -"

You took a step towards her. "I'm not moving back either!"

"Fine!" your mother shouted. "Be the pathetic, useless omega you are!"

Your mother had an air quirk, she could make tornados. She kicked one up in the small room, sending objects flying. You ducked as a poster Eijiro bought you flew towards you in its metal frame.

It landed and broke somewhere in the living room.

You dove, hiding behind the couch. More things came flying. You heard clanking and shattering. You covered your ears and pinched your eyes closed tightly, a sob welling up in your chest.

You didn't hear the front door open. You didn't see them come in. You didn't notice as it went quiet.

Then a hand was on your arm. You screamed, the waves sending the person flying across the room.

"Hey," the person coughed. "Hey, [Name], it's okay! I-I-It's me!"

You opened your eyes, spying Eijiro standing up from the kitchen floor.

"Eiji!" you yelled, launching yourself into his arms. That's when the big tears began to flow and the sobs started. "Sh-She - and I - omega - useless - nest -"

"Hey, easy, I'm here now," Eijiro cooed. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should've been here. It wasn't supposed to take that long. Wasn't very manly to leave you alone for so long. But I got mobbed by fans at the store. Katsuki came home early and called me, he's dealing with her...I've got you."

Eijiro rubbed on you, scenting you with the comfort pheromones pumping out of him.

"You fucking bitch!" Katsuki roared. "I'll fucking kill you. - Doesn't matter if they aren't my mate. - You trashed my fucking house!"

You chuckled into Eijiro's chest. The pheromones finally starting to work.

"Get moving!" Katsuki yelled. You watched as he shoved her out the room towards the front door. He had your mother in power dampening cuffs. "I'll take her to the police. You're going away for vandalism and destruction of property. You crazy bitch!"

"This is your fault [Name]! I'll ruin you all. You'll never be 'heroes' again -" your mother shrieked.

Katsuki shoved her. "Yeah, yeah, we've heard it all before. - Move!"

When they were out the door Eijiro chuckled, "And I would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddling kids."

You chuckled, relaxing into Eijiro's embrace. But the damp, sad scent coming from you was undeniable.

"We'll fix it -"

You pulled away. "But she ruined everything. Come look."

You took his hand, guiding him to your nesting room. The tears came again as you looked around.

The pillows had stuffing bursting from them. The blankets were nothing more than shredded fabric and batting. Trinkets he bought you were broken and embedded in the walls. Picture frames were cracked, the glass shattered. Clothes were just tatters now.

You weren't getting that security deposit back.

"Everything is gone," you wheezed.

Eijiro wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin. He held you tightly.

"I should've been here to stop this, I'm so sorry. - We'll fix it, I promise. We'll make it better."

~*~

MOMO YAOYOROZU

Momo was the kind of alpha every omega wanted. She was kind, patient, and overly nurturing.

Momo went a little crazy when it came to your nesting. She had an entire fucking treehouse built, and had dozens of the lushest blankets and pillows imported.

She was a spoiler.

Your happiness and comfort was her number one priority. Even if you begged her to stop spending so much on you.

But Creati's love knew no bounds. Neither did her spending habits.

So it pained her when, after a lovely day together, she had to sit you down in your nest and break a bit of bad news.

"[Name] you know I love you, right?" Momo asked. You were curled up under her chin. Nose against the rose-scented gland in her neck.

You hummed, squeezing her tightly. She gently pushed you away. "Mocchan, what's wrong?"

She smoothed a hand through your hair. "I'm having some old classmates over for some really important hero business tomorrow."

"Oh," you muttered. "You don't want me around."

"It's not that I don't want you around!" she panicked. "It's just really important and top secret, and you...can't know what's going on. Not yet. And unless it's super important, we can't have any interruptions."

You nodded, a little sad. But you understood. It was crucial hero stuff. "Okay, Momo, I won't bother you guys. I'll stay in my nesting tree."

She smiled, wrapping you back up again. Momo was going to make sure she gave you extra love tonight. To make up for the following day.

The next morning, it was starting to get cloudy when Bakugo, Kirishima, and Todoroki showed up at Momo's door.

You two had just finished brunch, so you went to hide in your nest. You had everything you needed to keep occupied in there.

Momo took the group to the dining room and shut all the doors. Then drew the curtains. If they were so sure their agencies were bugged, she didn't understand why they were having this meeting at her house.

Then again, it didn't really matter. Todoroki was a close friend, but it was more than that. The four of them went through hell together in high school. They'd go through hell together now.

They locked down, ready to plan for whatever was coming.

Momo made sure she sent food out to you. Cause she knew you'd forget to eat. While she had the house make tea and snacks for her and the guys.

They sat for hours, mauling over all the information they had.

The sky outside got darker and darker.

Before you knew it, it was thundering and lightening. The rain was sheeting down. The winds howled frighteningly outside.

It was dark out when you fell asleep. You didn't know what time.

Your tree rumbling and groaning woke you up sometime later though. Trinkets vibrated off the walls, crashing to the ground.

You panicked, wanting it to stop. You didn’t know what was happening.

Then there was a huge CA-RACK and you along with everything in the room flew towards one wall.

Before you knew it, you were covered by pieces of wood, glass shards, and ripped pillows. You could see the grass under you.

You groaned crawling out from the debris into the rain. Something sharp caught your calf and cut you all the way down. You hissed.

You stumbled into the open. The treehouse was in shambles. The tree split in half. And your darling nest and building were scattered all over the yard.

Nothing was salvageable. You would've cried if you weren't pumped full of adrenaline.

"Does this qualify as important?" you wondered aloud. But the stinging in your leg gave you the answer. You didn't want to look down at the cut. Too afraid of what you'd find.

You trailed blood, rain, and mud through the marble halls as you found the dining room.

You could hear them inside, but couldn't understand what they were saying.

Your heart was pounding. You felt bad interrupting.

"Are you alright? - The mistress will want to know about this. I do believe that needs stitches," said the butler outside the door. His eyes were wide, staring at the gash on your leg.

You nodded, swallowing thickly. Then pushed open the door to pop your head in.

"Uh, Mocchan…" you muttered weakly.

Todoroki turned to you. His mouth settled into a hard line. His forehead creased in worry.

You smiled at him weakly and waved.

Two pairs of eyes watched you from the other side of the table. You didn't really know them, but you knew who they were.

You waved at them too.

Her back was to you. "[Name], I told you -"

Momo stopped as she turned to you. Her eyes grew wide at the blood trickling down your face.

Momo pulled you into the room. You whimpered at the sick pain shooting through your leg. She moved the papers around and sat you on the table.

"Are you okay? - Well obviously not. - Why do you look like this, [Name]? What happened?! I thought you were in the treehouse -"

You were caught off guard by a sob in your throat. "It's all gone."

"Gone?! What do you mean it's gone?!" Momo began to make gauze, a towel, and wipes for your leg. You hissed as she sopped up some blood then wiped the cut down. But she kept fumbling as she tried to wrap it.

She couldn't take her eyes off the puddle of blood that had dripped on the floor.

"I - I don't know. The tree just...broke? And everything just…" You made an explosion noise. "It's all gone…"

The adrenaline pumping through Momo made her shakey. The gauze was just not wrapping.

"Dude, I think you should go to the hospital!" Kirishima said.

"Can I?" Todoroki asked.

He gestured to your leg, then glanced between the two of you. You both nodded. He put your foot on his stomach and began to wrap the cut up tightly.

Momo held your hand, not wanting to be away from you.

"Sorry I'm muddy," you muttered.

Todoroki shook his head. "It's fine, I wash. But you really should get to the er."

"But your meeting -"

"Screw the meeting," snapped the blonde behind you. "The three of us can stay here. Ponytail, get your omega to a doctor."

You pouted. "But Momo -"

Momo wrapped you immediately in her arms as Todoroki stepped away. She squeezed you tightly, her face pressing her face into your neck. "No, you're going. They're right. That looks bad. And we need to get your head looked. You could have a concussion."

"I'm sorry I got blood on the floor."

Momo laughed sadly. "Stop that. It's fine."

You wiped at the tears on her face as she pulled away. But it didn't help when you were wet from the rain.

Momo began wiping at your face too. She tried to absorb the blood trickling down your forehead.

"Let's get you a hospital."

Momo hauled you up on her back and piggybacked you out to the waiting car, although you offered to walk.

She was tense and silent for the whole ride. Gripping your hand as though you might slip away from her.

You arrived and were quickly put up in a room.

When the doctor came in he checked you over, confirming the need for stitches on your leg.

They simply cleaned up the cut on your forehead and used a bit of liquid stitch to keep it from bleeding again.

After your leg was stitched up, you were taken to be scanned and examined.

"You're lucky," the doctor said, looking over your results. "No internal bleeding or injuries. No broken bones. No concussion. Just some strained muscles. You can go home tonight. Make sure you keep your leg clean, the stitches can come out in four to six weeks. I’ll caution you against strenuous activity in the meantime, you don’t want to tear those. We’ll send you with some pain medication, you can take it as instructed."

You weren't surprised at the verdict of nothing being broken. That was your quirk after all - indestructible bones.

They were made of light but durable material with complex structures that made them very hard to break.

That didn't do much for your skin or organs though.

You and Momo thanked the doctor. The relief was visible on your alpha’s face.

She piggybacked you to the car again.

"You can sleep with my tonight, if you want to,” Momo said once you two were settled. She put an arm around you to tug you into a side hug. “I'm sorry you went through that alone. That must've been scary."

"We couldn't know that would happen," you whispered, hugging her back.

She kissed the top of your head. “We can rebuild, make everything better -”

“I’d rather have a room in the manor to make my nest. If that’s okay?”

You couldn’t see it, but Momo was crying again. “Of course. I want to keep you close.”

When you arrived back at the manor, you waited briefly on a couch outside of the dining room. Momo was catching up with what the guys had come up with.

They wished you well before leaving.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Momo guided you to her bathroom and ran a bath in the large clawfoot tub.

You undressed and climbed in, then Momo did the same. You leaned back against her, her chin on your shoulder.

The warm water untensed all your knotted muscles.

Momo held you closely. “I promise, I’ll never leave you alone again.”

~*~

MINA ASHIDO

Mina loved Denki to death, he was one of her best friends. But he just did not treat his poor omega right.

Mina thought she could do it better.

She'd wanted to court you long before Denki did. She was just too nervous.

What if you didn't want a female alpha?

Honestly, she seared with jealousy when you came into work freshly scented like him.

You were happy. So that made her happy.

But your rose colored glasses didn't last long. Mina saw through your facade immediately.

You didn't smile as brightly whenever Chargebolt came in.

You didn't happily call him "alpha" as you'd done before.

In fact, you nearly hid every time you saw him.

And it didn't take long before Mina saw why - Denki seemed to think omega was equal to pack mule who bends to every whim.

He made you carry his stuff, then would pat your head and baby talk you.

He was always having you get stuff. And brag about how good you were. But complain that you were whinier than he'd expected.

Mina hadn't heard you complain about his actions once!

She didn't think it was her place to tell you to break up with him. But all the hints she tried to slip Denki about how he was treating you went in one ear and out the other.

She wasn't the only one to see it either. But she was the only one who bothered to help.

It pained her to watch you. To see you struggling to keep a smile on.

"I don't think it works like that," you told her when Mina finally told you to cut it off. "I don't think omegas can break it off with alphas."

"You are a strong, independent omega, [Name]," Mina scolded. "You need to stand up for yourself. You can do whatever you want. You're still your own person."

Honestly, you hadn't really even wanted Denki as your alpha. But no one else had shown an interest in you. Especially not Mina. Not in your mind, anyway.

Mina had been the one you wanted to court you. But Denki came along first. And he was kind of pushy.

So you accepted. It didn't take you long to regret it.

Nothing about it felt right. You felt like a maid, not a mate. You were pretty sure that wasn't what an alpha was supposed to make you feel like.

Denki couldn't even relax you. He didn't seem like he wanted to help you with your issues at all.

In fact, he made it all worse.

Denki had even invited himself and his friends to your apartment. Only giving you a day's notice.

He wasn't going to help with food or cleaning. He laughed and said that you could figure it out.

You were at your wits end.

You were Starlight, one of the top heroes in your agency. Not a doormat.

Still, you scrambled to clean. Mina came over to help. You tried to get food and snacks together. You updated your gaming system. Pulled out any movies and board games you could find.

Your house was visitor friendly by the time the weekend rolled around.

You'd never actually met three people who came. But you knew of them. Each being heroes that were in class with Mina and Denki during high school.

You'd also run into them when you were out with Denki. But he didn't have the courtesy to introduce you.

They introduced themselves as Bakugo, Kirishima, and Sero.

"Are you sure you're cool with this?" Kirishima asked, lingering in the doorway. Denki was already being loud with the other two.

"Would you shut up? We just got here," Bakugo snapped.

You shrugged. "I guess I have to be. Right?"

Kirishima's face twisted up into something between disapproving and pitying.

He hesitated before going into the living room. You saw him speak briefly with Mina. Their eyes flicking to you every now and then.

"I didn't know you had all these, Denk," Sero noted, flipping through your game library.

Denki shrugged coolly. "Yeah, you know -"

"Don't let him fool you," Mina interrupted. "Those are [Name]'s. Denki doesn't even have the newest generation console."

"Yeah, Denki's is an old brick," you joked.

"Baabbbee," he whined.

The guys chuckled, and you caught Denki's face flush red.

"Whatever, it's not that impressive," he huffed and stalked off to the kitchen.

You watched quietly after.

"You guys can play whatever you want," you offered. "I don't get to very often. So don't worry about copying over any saves. - Denki did that on the one game I did play…"

You trailed off awkwardly, earning you weird looks.

"I'll get snacks."

Mina trailed after you when there was a crash.

Denki was standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the plate of food he dropped.

"Uh, sorry. You mind cleaning that up? Thanks. Oh and don't forget to bring out some sodas for everyone. Love you!" Then he ran to join Sero and Bakugo in the living room.

"I'll help you," Mina said, and you pointed her to the broom closet.

"That was super unmanly," Kirishima noted, grabbing some paper towels. "Does he always do this?"

"Uh, n -" you stuttered.

"All. The. Time," Mina groaned quietly.

You sighed, taking a few paper towels. "Mina, don't -"

"But you don't deserve to be treated this way!" She aggressively swept across the kitchen.

"Mina's got a point, dude. He's my friend, but it's super uncool of him -"

"The hell happened here?" Bakugo grunted.

"Denki." You three said in unison.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "You got anything to drink?"

"I was going to - I can -" you started, beginning to stand. You hissed as a piece of plate cut your palm.

"I can get it myself, just tell me where it's at. I'm a grownass adult."

Mina stood carefully. "I'll get you a band-aid. Bathroom cabinet, right?"

You nodded at her, then pointed to the fridge. "Whatever I have is in there. Sorry it's not much. I wasn't sure what you all liked and Denki refused to go to the store with me -"

"He's kind of a crappy alpha, isn't he?" Sero asked joining the party in your small kitchen. "Don't worry. He's watching a tutorial on how to play the game."

"You know, if you're not happy with him, you can dump his dumb ass," Bakugo noted. He tossed Sero a soda can. "Just because he's an alpha doesn't mean that he gets to decide everything."

Kirishima stood and dumped the paper towels of food you'd both collected in the trash can, before washing his hands. "Yeah, it's your relationship too."

He then grabbed the broom and began sweeping.

"He's our friend but he's being an idiot, we're on your side." Sero gave you a grin and a thumbs up.

"Uh, thanks, guys," you muttered.

"I finally found you a bandage," Mina announced. "Let me see your hand."

You stood and put your hand in hers, palm up. The touch put you at ease.

"It doesn't look too bad. Let's clean you up."

You let her lead you to the sink and wash your hand. Then she dried it and put antiseptic ointment on it before sticking the band-aid over it.

Your whole body filled with heat as she kissed the back of your hand. Then she grinned at you.

The guys could feel and smell the shift as soon as Mina started taking care of you.

It was unvocalized but unanimous - you needed to dump Denki for Mina.

Once the kitchen was clean again, everyone crowded the living room.

"Hey, babe, it's kind of chilly. You got any blankets?" Denki asked.

You shook your head. "No."

"But I'm coollldd," Denki groaned.

"I haven't washed blankets in a while."

He groaned, but conceded as you sat close to him.

After a bit, your body heat didn't seem to be effective enough for him.

Denki got up and disappeared. You didn't think anything of it.

No until he came out into the living room a few minutes later with a pile of pillows and blankets. Special ones.

Your heart stopped. "D-Denki...where did you get those?"

"These? Oh - the second bedroom. So much for not having any clean -"

You bolted to the spare room. You couldn't believe your eyes. You sank to the ground. He'd ruined the carefully crafted nest you'd been building for years.

"Hey, [Name], are you okay?" Mina asked softly behind you.

"My nest," you uttered. Tears welled up, threatening to spill.

Mina put a hand on your shoulder. Getting immediately what you meant.

"Hey, babe, can you -" Denki started.

You shot him a glare. He stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked incredulously.

"You ruined their nest, idiot!" Mina snapped. A glare beaming from her dark eyes. "What the fuck is your problem, Denki?! You have like...the most perfect omega, and this is how you treat them?!"

Your heart leapt, heat rushing into your face at the words.

"What're you talking about? [Name] is happy to -"

"No," you sobbed. "I'm not. I'm not your maid. I'm supposed to be your mate. But…"

"You treat [Name] like garbage!" Mina kneeled to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

"But you're my omega -" he started, a little desperation in his voice.

"No!" you yelled. "Not...not anymore. We're done. Just - get out!"

"But -"

"Out!" Your eyes flashed a deadly shade of blue-white.

You leaned into Mina. She sighed, and held you tightly. She was pumping out comfort pheromones.

You eased right away. Nothing like this had happened with Denki.

"Fine. C'mon guys, let go -" he started.

"Not them," you sniffled. "Just you. They can stay if they want."

Denki held a smug face until he realized no one was going with him. "Oh come on guys!"

"Sorry, dude," Sero said awkwardly.

Kirishima shrugged. "But you did kind of treat them like dirt."

"You're a dumbass," Bakugo snapped, not even looking up from the game. "You fried your brain one too many times."

Denki looked like he wanted to say something snarky.

"Denki, dude. You fucked up," Mina said over her shoulder. "Just...leave. You already ruined [Name]'s nest."

"Fine!" he pouted and slammed the front door as he left.

"Can I see your phone, please?" Mina asked softly. You handed it to her, just in time to have Denki call. He was too predictable. She rejected the call and blocked his number.

“I guess I can always rebuild it,” you muttered. “I need to wash everything. It reeks like him.”

Mina nodded. “I’ll help.”

You and Mina spent the day washing all the sheets and shirts and blankets that had been in your nest.

You were more content around her than you’d been in a while. You hadn’t realized that she didn’t mind you being glued to her side.

Even when she made sure to stay late into the night so you could finish your nest.

You didn’t even question letting her in, it felt like the most natural decision in the world.

~*~

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then it vanished away from my hands (part two)

pairing: nate sewell x eva navarro word count: 3.6k for this chapter (6.1k total so far) rating: T warnings: same as before, lots of angst and this won’t have a happy ending

part one | part three | read on ao3

The mutation in her blood was not known to inhibit physical abilities. None of the studies had indicated even the slightest possibility of immunity to vampire venom.

once again thanks to @crowsintheisland for the text post that inspired this entire fic—and uh, i’m sorry?

—

part two: everything that’s under my skin

The transition can last anywhere from twenty minutes to several hours.

The exact duration is impossible to predict with certainty, as is the intensity of the pain she will endure, or the extent of the physical transformation.

(She has now heard all about Nate’s, how extreme it was—the worst the Agency has known since its establishment.

But things are easier now than they were three centuries ago, in the middle of the ocean, with… with everything that happened to him.

Things are easier.

There are substances that can dull the pain, if not counter it entirely. There are measures in place to make this go as smoothly as it possibly can. She will not have to suffer like he did.

Not least of all because she is choosing this.

That is a difference.)

Once the transition is complete and deemed successful, she will, in all likelihood, pass out from exhaustion. Nearly everyone does.

(Nearly everyone, of the ones who survive.)

She will then stay at the facility overnight, under observation until her condition becomes stable.

In addition to any of the common complications that might arise from the process itself, she will be monitored for out of control, violent tendencies upon reawakening (this is not a rare occurrence among the newly turned, she has been told), or for any unexpected reactions her blood might have to the vampire venom.

This will be the most difficult, painful period. Anything that touches her skin will feel like sandpaper. The slightest sound will be too loud.

There will be screaming. Thrashing. She will want to tear her skin apart and climb out of her body.

(A body she may or may not recognize anymore.)

This is expected.

And there will be the hunger. She will have to learn to live with this. Control it.

Over the next few days, her senses will stabilize. It will still be painful, and it will take much longer to learn to dampen them if she so chooses—but she will learn to function despite the pain. It will be a dull, constant ache she will grow used to.

She will then be reintroduced to people other than Agency medical staff.

Nate will be first. His presence is likely to be the only one she will be able to tolerate at this point.

(He will not be allowed to see her before this. This is for the best.)

Then the others.

Morgan.

Adam.

Farah.

In that order.

Then Rebecca.

(Because she is Agent Rebecca Navarro, the handler of Unit Bravo. Not because she is Rebecca-comma-her-mother.)

Her first feeding will be supervised, once again, by specialized staff.

It will not be human blood, not the first time.

Human blood is too intense, too flavorful, and it risks overwhelming her already fragile senses. It will give better results for her to work her way up to it over a period of time.

(She wonders who was the first to arrive at this conclusion, and how they had done so, but this has been Agency policy for at least a hundred years.)

Then, later, there will be tests.

Her blood will be studied again, analyzed for the way its unique composition might have changed or been influenced by the turning process. To assess if it retains any of its special properties, or if it is now indistinguishable from that of a regular vampire.

Eventually, she will be allowed to leave the Facility, and move back to the Warehouse.

She will meet with the fae counselor again. Twice a week, at first, then once weekly. This will continue for the next few months.

Once they deem it appropriate, she will be cleared to go on missions again.

Things will continue as normal.

With Eva finally, fully, a part of this world she has had a foot in for years now.

—

These are the things Eva had been prepared for.

The things she had researched, been informed of, agreed to. This is how things were supposed to go.

(Everything had been outlined in the paperwork she had signed, laid out for her in meetings and sessions the minute she had formally expressed her wish to turn.)

These are not the things that happened.

What did happen is something that has never, for as long as the Agency has had records (and the Agency has records dating back a very, very long time), happened before.

Failed supernatural turnings happen all the time, even under the supervision of the Agency.

Bad reactions to the venom, to the bite. People who are not strong enough, physically or mentally or emotionally.

People who are simply unlucky. It happens.

The strain of the process has claimed many lives.

The Agency tries to minimize the risk with all their prior assessments, but the odds are still not, never, favorable ones.

Eva knows this—this is what she agreed to.

In the end, it was a simple matter of probability—a 50%, 60%, 70% chance of death was always better than the eventual 100%.

(Always better than the knowledge that she would eventually waste away, and that her family—that Nate, her Nate—would have to watch. That she would have to see the already very obvious gap between them grow wider and wider with each passing year.)

It was the only thing that mattered that she had a chance, rather than none at all.

All or nothing.

This is what she agreed to.

But it has never happened before, for as long as the Agency has records, that the bite of a vampire, with the intent and the ability to turn, has absolutely no effect on the person who receives it.

No transformation.

No pain.

Nothing.

Eva’s blood has been studied in as much depth, its properties determined with as much precision and certainty, as the Agency’s technology and reagents have allowed.

The results have been—had been—deemed conclusive.

She was found to be immune to pheromones of all types, siren song, aura reading, precognition, tracking abilities, mood amplifiers.

All of this she has experienced firsthand during missions.

She is not immune to toxins, poisons, spores, paralyzing agents, venoms, or magically inflicted conditions.

This she has also experienced firsthand.

The mutation in her blood was not known to inhibit physical abilities. None of the studies had indicated even the slightest possibility of immunity to vampire venom.

And yet.

And yet. Here she is.

A still-bleeding bite on her neck.

Still human.

—

That night, she does not sleep.

She stays at the facility overnight, as she was meant to.

For very different reasons than she was meant to.

No one knows how to react to what has happened, Eva least of all, so she does the only thing she can trust herself to do: try to find an explanation, a solution.

Something that will allow her to move forward.

The medical staff is just as bewildered as she is, almost as eager to find out why it didn’t work.

There are more tests.

There will need to be more tests, later.

More studies, things they had measured before that will need to be measured again.

Her blood is drawn, sent for quick analysis.

There is no trace of venom in it.

It shouldn’t have disappeared so quickly. It shouldn’t have disappeared at all.

It makes no sense.

—

Nate is as panicked as she is forcing herself not to be.

(He has never done well under stress. This, too, has not changed.)

There is that tightness to his mouth, that slightly more forceful way he shoves his hands in his pockets.

It is so easy to revert to old habits. Especially ones that are hundreds of years old.

He tells her she should sleep, tells her they can work this out in the morning.

(Tries to soothe her when all she wants is to solve this.)

This was not part of the plan. Her hands are shaking.

Nate takes them in his—unsteady as he is right now, the contact helps. It always does.

He is probably right: it makes no difference to have the tests carried out at three or eight in the morning. But it is about the feeling of activity as much as it is about activity itself, and if she stands still she might go mad.

Too often she falls into action as a replacement for feeling.

It is so easy to revert to old habits. Even if they are not hundreds of years old.

She takes a deep breath. Lets Nate’s proximity ease her a little.

Nate is right.

She will—they will—figure this out.

It will work out.

It has to.

—

Over the following weeks, once the initial wave of panic subsides, Eva falls into a routine.

She does not have obligations to the station or to Wayhaven anymore, so she dedicates herself entirely to the Agency.

Unit Bravo is still sent on missions. She is still expected to take part in them, as she was before.

Her life at the Warehouse continues much the same as it was. With Nate, with the others.

She has always been good at compartmentalizing.

Every moment she does not spend with them, however, is now spent at the Facility, in the lab, meeting with doctors and scientists.

She doubles down on the research she had already begun to specialize in: supernatural biology was always going to be her field of study, a chance to put her skills and previous knowledge to far, far more use than she had ever managed as an officer, as a detective. From the moment the Agency started to trust her she had requested to be kept up to date on findings and developments, had requested permission to be included in research programs—to varying levels of success—and spent much of her free time studying what was already known.

(There had been many long, comfortable evenings spent with Nate in his library, reading treatises and books she still couldn’t believe ever made it to regular, human publication. He’d laughed softly when she’d brought that up, once, as she lay on the couch with her head resting on his lap.

“I mean it,” she said, sitting up with a half-laugh of her own. She’d been reading a tome from the early 20th century that detailed the regeneration abilities of phoenixes. “How did anyone take this seriously enough to publish?” She turned the book to look at the cover again. “And this was a regular publishing house.”

That, in turn, led to a fascinating conversation about humans’ tendency to ignore anything that disrupted their worldview too much, and the extent to which the Agency had in fact been connected to that “regular publishing house”, and how Nate knew the person responsible for the publication of that specific book.

The amount of actual studying she managed during those evenings always varied.)

Her newly acquired clearance now grants her access to tests and studies that she can sign off on herself, that she doesn’t need to request from Rebecca (or from anyone) with the hope that they’ll be approved.

Old habits come back, forgotten from her days at university, from a different life. She finds herself slipping into the same rhythm she had been so comfortable with, once—but there is a strange calmness to it even underneath her fevered, focused drive; something soothing about losing herself in slides and results and research.

This is what she had wanted, years ago, before the police, before Bobby. This is exactly what she had wanted.

She has so much of what she had always wanted.

And yet underneath that feeling, there is something else that is slowly, very slowly growing.

Very slowly taking root.

She does not look at it.

She does not think about it.

(Please don’t let it be taken away.)

She does not think about it.

She keeps herself busy.

—

When the Agency clears it, she contacts Verda again.

Eva knows he still has the blood test results from the Murphy case, from Janet Greenland. His research led nowhere, but it remained untouched.

He’s happy to hear from her—asks about her new job. She tells him she’s working in a lab that would make him jealous, would make even the City people jealous. She makes a joke about the Agency’s budget; he laughs.

It’s so easy.

(She is glad to hear his voice, and she asks with genuine interest about Eric and Cara and Lacey—they are doing wonderfully; little Lacey just had her birthday—but it is still so, so easy to lie.)

It is just as easy to convince him to send her his findings. The Agency, it turns out, is a wonderful excuse for pretty much anything, and he is all too happy to help her.

It ends up being yet another dead end. Janet Greenland’s blood had the same properties as her own, and Verda’s analyses say far less than the Agency’s.

There is nothing new in them, nothing Eva didn’t already know.

Another closed door.

(And that feeling is still there. Roots and vines spreading within her.)

—

It has been months.

She is no closer to finding a solution now than she was then: every door closes as soon as it opens. There had been another attempt—a different vampire, an Agency representative she didn’t know—it didn’t matter, it still didn’t work.

There have been tests and studies and even the possibility of turning into a different kind of supernatural—nothing, nothing. Nothing seems to lead anywhere.

It has been months, and she is too aware, too painfully aware in a way that she can’t ignore that months easily turn into years and she is not thirty years old anymore, has not been for a while.

It has been months and the roots and vines that grow within her have taken hold, have reached her throat. That thought is still there, that feeling.

She wakes up in the middle of the night and she can’t breathe.

It takes a terrifying, delirious moment to realize she is in her room—

(in their room, hers and Nate’s, their room in the Warehouse)

(and she’s not sure what she was dreaming except that she is left with that feeling of being on the edge of an abyss, of being about to fall)

—and Nate is there, he is always there, warm hands and strong arms and he is holding her against him, whispering into her ear—in languages she does not know but which have become familiar to her because they are his—until she can breathe again.

He whispers to her in Spanish, too, and in the middle of the night, lost as she feels, it hurts.

Hurts in the full, aching way his love has always hurt, in the way that makes the unshed tears of years past want to finally fall.

They don’t.

She blinks them away, buries her face in the crook of his neck.

“Jaan, love,” he says later, later, after her breathing has settled. His voice is all concern, all sweet care, spoken against her hair. “Sleep.”

He knows he won’t get her to talk, not when she is like this. He has learned her moods and her disposition, knows them better than she herself does. But she hasn’t slept through a night in weeks, and the worry in his voice mirrors the way his hands trace shapes on her skin, warm, soothing.

She doesn’t respond.

“I will figure this out,” she says instead. I have to, she doesn’t say.

She doesn’t look at him.

She’s not sure, really, if she’s saying it to Nate or if she’s saying it to herself.

He draws back, puts the smallest amount of space between them. Hooks a finger under her chin, tilts her head up so she can meet his eyes.

God, those eyes.

Those eyes have always been her undoing.

The purest, darkest brown (and she can’t see well enough now in the low light of their room, but she doesn’t need to, she knows them by heart, could bring them to mind at any moment—there is an even darker ring around the iris, long dark lashes framing them), warm and blazing in a way that stirs her alive.

“Eva,” he says, simply (and yet not, because there is nothing simple about her name in his mouth). It pulls her back from her thoughts, as it always has, as it always does.

(It’s in the way he says it. He has always said it the way it’s meant to be said, the way very few people in her life ever have. The subtle inflections of his accent shape themselves around it instead of forcing it into a different sound and those two syllables have never sounded so right as they do when he says them.

The name of a person you love is more than language. She’s not sure where it’s from. He quoted it to her once.

I summon you back by saying your nombre. This one she knows. It stings, in that same full, beautiful way.)

It’s too much.

His eyes and her name and his voice and his arms and the warmth of him around her and the vines in her throat. Too close. Too close.

Too much.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

Her voice cracks. She hates that it does.

Nate blinks, once, twice, before his frown deepens with even more concern and even more love and even more care.

Those are not words heard from her often or even at all. I apologize, if she needs to, if she feels it is warranted—reparations and actions but not this. Never this.

“What for, my love?”

I don’t know.

I’m sorry I’m falling apart.

I’m sorry I’m breaking down.

I’m sorry this is such a mess and I’m sorry I’m getting overwhelmed and I’m sorry I don’t know what to do and and and

Everything in her wants to push the words down.

So she drags them out of her throat.

Painful, painful, it has always been painful (it will never not be painful; her heart was not made for this) but it is pain she embraces, pain that comes from love and from feeling.

She would not, could not hide anything from him. Even if it means giving voice to that one thought that she has refused, refused to look at ever since she felt it make its home there.

Voicing it gives it shape.

Giving it shape makes it something that needs to be confronted.

(“I’ve cracked myself open for you and nothing has ever given me such pleasure,” she wrote once—it seems so long ago—in a letter she meant to give to him but never did. Finding the words, looking at the parts of herself that she hated—she wouldn’t have had a reason to do it were it not for the fact that she wanted him to know all of her.)

“I’m scared, Nate—I don’t know what to do, I’m fucking terrified. What if it doesn’t—what if I can’t—”

And she is sobbing now, words half-formed, tumbling out with the fear acknowledged.

And she knows he doesn’t want to hear this, she knows, it took so long to even have this conversation in the first place and it only happened because she’d been the one to push for it—

Nate holds her, and lets her cry.

“Whatever happens, you have me. You will always have me, I promise,” is the last thing she hears before she falls asleep again, exhausted, drained.

(She thinks he might be crying, too.)

—

Things are different, after that.

She feels—fragile.

Unmoored.

—

Finally, finally, the answer comes.

The results of those initial tests, the ones from years ago, the ones before Murphy—they provide the key.

It is not the mutation in her blood that is preventing the venom from working.

Her blood would, should be able to react to it.

Except—

Except that because of what Murphy did to her, half her blood is supernatural. Half the blood in her veins is vampire blood.

Only half.

Only the blood.

Her DNA remains unaltered, purely and uniquely human, but it's enough.

Enough for the venom to be absorbed without any effect or consequence, because vampire venom does not react with vampire blood.

Because supernaturals can't be turned into other supernaturals.

It’s conclusive, this time, (and trying to undo it would kill her, with such certainty that it is not even something that can be considered at all), and what a fucking joke it is—she would laugh if she weren’t so stunned, isn’t sure she doesn’t—she can never not be human because her body thinks it's already something else.

—

That feeling of dread that grew steadily with every closed door, with every negative result—it claws up her throat now. Spills out, nothing containing it anymore.

It was only a matter of time.

Her hands shake as she turns the key in the lock (and she catches a glimpse of the scar on her wrist and she almost screams) and she is fucking glad she kept the apartment in Wayhaven, now, as she shuts the door behind her and collapses to the floor, a wailing sound like a wounded animal's leaving her—

And then she is crying, sobbing on the floor of an empty apartment she hasn't been to in god knows how long, the palms of her hands pressed hard against her eyelids and still her mind is trying, trying, desperately reaching for any kind of solution, anything that will let her hold on to hope for just a little longer—

But there isn't one.

She knows there isn’t one and she can’t look away from it anymore.

Her whole life she has always found a way forward, a way out of everything; things have always worked out in the end, but this, this, this one time—

This one thing—

She can never be their equal.

This one thing that she wants—

That abyss between them that she had thought possible to bridge, had not thought she could not bridge will do nothing but grow wider and wider and wider until—

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

What the fuck happens now?

How does she—?

Fuck.

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