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kiwikipedia · 1 year

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Now I’m Not Saying That I Should Be Allowed To Design Servants For Fate, But....

Summer Unit, Caster Chiron has Arrived! As the immortal Caretaker and Teacher of Mount Pelion, there’s little doubt that he knows all the tips and tricks to survive a coastal month in the sun. What’s that? The Constellation is wrong? Sagittarius? Don’t be silly, Chiron’s always embodied the Constellation Centaurus. Always.

Costume Dress(es), Individual Stills for the new Sprites (Asc 3), Notes, and Taglist below the cut :)

That "Always" bit is meant to be somewhat ominous which hints at the whole "rewriting and creating heroes" idea in my last post about this Eternal Summer Stage event.

And if i am to be 100% honest, I don't quite like the final result still in terms of the toga, however, I know that if I keep working on it it will never get done and that's just the way that artists are lol. The effects and everything else though? Beyond what I was even expecting for it to turn out as.

Anywho.

In terms of design, I was mostly just going for the "Dad who has the Cooler" with a casual look for the first two designs and the costume dress really isn't a drastic change either just being called Hatless. The final ascension was a more divine feel where you get that connection with the stars and space that Chiron has due to his constellations. The Costume change there is just "Divine Blessing". I honestly couldn't pick between the two colors so. Costume Dress.

So. Anyways. Each of the stars in the final ascension design are the major "Centauri" stars within Centaurus, the Constellation that Chiron/his NP is embodying here rather than Sagittarius.

The large star that Chiron has in hand is Theta Centauri, also called Menkent, and then the ones on the staff are Alpha-Gamma Centauri.

The top three stars are Alpha Centauri or Rigil Kentaurus and Toliman, and Proxima Centauri. The three make up the full Alpha Centauri as the two blue stars are a binary system that Proxima orbits

The middle two are Beta Centauri or Hadar and Agena, another binary star pair

The lower two are Gamma Centauri which is another binary star group but are unnamed

Actually, the myth of Centaurus is a little wonky because certain texts refer to Centaurus as the Father of all Centaurs and the constellation is because he put an image of himself in the sky where others point to it being the other constellation that Zeus turned Chiron into instead of Sagittarius. Honestly, I'm more inclined to the latter due to conflicting texts about mount Pelion and the Centaurs themselves as it's implied that Chiron was already on Pelion before the other Centaurs arrived in some texts

("The Kentauroi were spawned by the cloud-nymph Nephele after she was violated by the impious Lapith king Ixion. She deposited her double-formed brood on Mount Pelion where they were nursed by the daughters of the immortal kentauros Kheiron (Chiron).")

So at least in this/my version of Myth/Fate, Centaurus is Chiron as a Caster and Healer but no less a teacher, rather than the more combat-ready and "war-like" Sagittarius.

I don't have everything mapped out, but I do have skills and NP sorta created, if I actually ever get to the full thing, who is to say lmao.

1st Skill: Seaside Planning

Buffs Healing Skill (self), Attack up (all units)

2nd Skill: Teacher's Guiding Hand

Target Focus (1 turn), Invincibility (1 turn), Defense up for all units, Battlefield change to Forest

3rd Skill: Blessing of Artemis / Blessing of Apollo (costume change)

Applies "Blessings of the Moon" or “Blessings of the Sun” to all units ( Defense Up, Heal Per Turn, NP gain Up, Crit Up)

Noble Phantasm: Hunt of Lupus: Protector of Mount Pelion | Quick

Rank: A NP Type: Anti-Personnel Range: 5-99 Maximum Targets: 1

A single target Noble Phantasm much like Antares Snipe, however, while Sagittarius uses a bow, Centaurus uses his staff to sweep through and pierce the body of Lupus. This is the story of Chiron. However, here, his job is not finished. The slaying of "Lupis" ends, and thus the Teacher and protector of Pelion returns to those he protects and tends to them.

At its base, one could call it the Single Target version of Geronimo's Tsago Degi Naleya in which it deals damage and heals the party after.

"Entrust to me the stars and my Guiding hand shall lead you, o watchmen of the night. I encircle myself twice with the seven heavenly bodies so that I may continue my role among the stars. You who has woken me, fall. Hunt of Lupus."

Truth be told, still workshopping the Noble Phantasm, but it's fine, it's out there as a concept. It's a lot like Antares Snipe though, I guess? Because I did want to lean into the Greek and Constellation side of things and just. Oh well. Originally, though, I was going to make Chiron and Chariclo one Servant, and then have their Noble Phantasm be Chariclo's ("Lifeblood of Mount Pelion") but then split them up because idk I enjoy hell. They're both casters though, because I refuse to put more Rulers into the already bloated Ruler cast.

I do not have voice lines at the moment despite the fact that I have all of Chariclo and all of Agravain's finished lol

Taglist Form or feel free to ask me to get tagged (just DM!):

@jedifisto @spaceydragons @purgetrooperfox @spacerocksarethebestrocks @insanelytomato @babygirljoelmiller @certified-anakinfucker @d3epfriedanger @thecodyagenda @babygirl-leon-kennedy @txtalnyx @jawajawas @ge-ge-ge-ge-genifer

Please tell me if you want to be taken off of the list as this is no longer just Star Wars art

Additional Tags for those who have been interested in Summer Chiron previously (i hope you dont mind):

@300iqprower @bitterrosebrokenspear

#Kiwi Creates #fgo chiron #Chiron #fate chiron #fgo fan singularity #fgo fan event #fgo #fate go #fate grand order #fate #archer of black #FGO Male Swimsuit Event #FGO Male Servant Alt #Eternal Summer Stage (Fan Event)#Gonna take a break for a bit in terms of sprite editing but next is either Chariclo or Li Shuwen perhaps. gotta figure out designs #edit: changed skill 3 gonna give Inhabitant of Mount Pelion to Chariclo

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special-wolf · 2 years

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omega bakugou

katiesstufs-deactivated20210801 asked:

|| ..You have given me a terribly unhealthy addiction to Omega Baku but I am not complaining! Anyway I was wondering if you could write omega baku x alpha fem reader where the reader has never been in his nest before but Baku wants to go shopping for new blankets but some other alphas and betas try to scent him so his alpha saves him and they go homes and it's just super long comfort bc he felt used by the other betas/alphas. ANYWAY this was longer than I intended but here you go! ||

Of course I can ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) who can resist omega Bakugou after all? His alpha sure can't ( ° ʖ °)

Omega Bakugou

[Female Reader]

"Oi, shitty alpha." The gruff tone of her omega made her look over instantly, used to the insult hurled at her as it was his twisted way of showing his affection.

"Yeah, what's up, Katsuki? Need something?"

"You forgetting our plans?" He huffed, but his body language expressed himself differently. His crossed arms were more relaxed, and his gaze was constantly averted away from her and to the side which was obviously strange. No matter what, Bakugou kept eye contact with everyone unless he was being scolded. "Tch, should've known." Her eyebrow raised ever so slightly at his attitude, getting up from her spot on the common room sofa and made her way towards him as he began to walk off.

"What plan, Katsuki?" She walked besides him as he kept walking away from the group, "nothing came up on my calendar, are you sure you actually mentioned it to me?"

"... No." He grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets with a pout. "I wanted you to just trust me and follow me."

She let out a soft sigh, wrapping her arm around his own and pulling his hand out of his pocket. She gently grabbed his hand, rubbing his skin soothingly with her thumb as she smiled at him. "Y'know, if you wanted to do something with me, and you didn't want the rest to know, you could've just texted me."

"Shut up!" He barked, angrily holding her hand back as he stomped to his dorm room. The soft laughter of his alpha made him calm slightly.

"What do you wanna do?" His rage dissipated completely as he glanced at her, "is it to do with your nest? Is what why you're taking me to your room?"

"Sorta...? I need new stuff is all, and I need to grab some shit before heading out with you."

"Oh? So you don't need me to scent stuff yet?"

"You will have to later, my nest is fucking empty." He complained, her eyebrow raising at his choice of words.

"Didn't you make me scent stuff just a couple days ago?"

"... Yeah, but I need more. Stop asking so many questions! Just trust me! Shitty alpha." He growled, his pout back on his face as he let go of his alpha's hand. His own hand twitched slightly at the lack of warmth, but he resisted the temptation of his whiney omega instincts to go into his room, shielding his alpha's view of his large nest as he closed the door behind him. His inner omega has been playing up a lot, constantly begging and pleading for him to give in and just stay with his alpha. It was honestly starting to piss him off. What was he missing? He's gotten everything he could've needed to soothe his omega self. But nothing worked? He let his eyes adjust to the darkness as he leaned against the door before grabbing a few essential things from his beside cabinet.

The main things he needed was his wallet, his phone and the DIY alpha repellent that his own alpha made for him. The scent from the spray bottle hit his nose, making his whole body relax as he hesitantly sprayed his wrist with her scent. His alpha sacrificed some of her sweet scent into the small, pocket-sized spray bottle just for him. He hated that he had to demand for her to scent him every time he left the school, hating standing there as she rubs against him with her scent glands. So, she made him his own scent sprayer.

He stared at the bottle before putting it into his jean pocket with his phone and wallet; he turned on his heels and left his room again to see his alpha waiting nearby with her back against the wall. "C'mon, I'm ready."

"You have an idea on where you wanna go?"

"You think I wouldn't? Of course I do." He scoffed, taking her hand and walking with her to the common room of the dormitory to ignore the class. He swapped his shoes, as did his alpha, and the two set off to the shop Bakugou had his mind set on. "You go look for something you like, got it? This isn't just for me." He grumbled, letting go of his alpha's hand and looking around instantly. "Shoo, shoo."

"Okay, damn..." [Name] murmured, walking around the store to find something she liked.

Bakugou let out a soft sigh in relief, awkwardly looking around to figure out where to check first. He'd never been in this shop before, but he remembered hearing his alpha talk about it and how it was one of her favourites because of the things inside... But, he didn't want her to know that, so he now needed to find something to pretend he wanted in the first place. He walked around aimlessly, trying to find something that'll catch his eye and remind him of the alpha he cared so much for.

"Hey," He completely ignored the voice. It probably wasn't for him anyways, so he kept his eyes on the shelving in front of him as he tried to decide which one of the blankets would look good in his nest or look warm enough for his reluctant snuggle sessions with his alpha. "Oi." He narrowed his eyes slightly, getting a little irritated at the tone of the alpha around him but kept his cool. "Fucking omega-!" His eyes widened as his wrist was gripped, his head snapping towards the culprit as he growled lowly.

"Don't touch me." He sneered, doing his best to pull his arm back. Every one of his nerves was screaming at him to run, to whimper and go cry to his alpha but he refused. He didn't want to be that type of omega. But the grip of this alpha made his strength little to nothing compared. "Get the fuck off of me." He spat, pulling his arm again but the alpha refused to let go.

"You need to learn your fucking place, omega. You think you can talk to an alpha like that?" Another growl resonated from Bakugou, his rage building up as he glared intently at the alpha holding his wrist. The wrist being held hostage was the one he sprayed a bit of his alpha's scent on, the wind blowing it towards his nose as his muscles began to relax without his control. He grit his teeth, watching the alpha in front of him obviously pick up the scent.

"Get lost." He attempted again.

"Nah, I don't think I will. You obviously need a better alpha if yours can't even scent you properly. Now, you'll be a good little omega and let me do this, yeah?"

"Do what-?" He tensed as the alpha neared him at an alarming rate, the scent glands on his neck exposing his distressed state at the alpha keeping him in place got closer.

The rotting and sour scent filled up the shop, but the one most sensitive to it was his alpha. Her head tilted back as she sniffed the air, her eyes darting around the shop to figure out where her upset omega was. Her eyes narrowed as she did her best to follow the scent, her ears alert in case Bakugou yells out again.

"Don't you dare!"

To the right. She sped up her pace, trying not to run in the store and get kicked out before she can save her omega. The basket on her arm dropped as she saw the situation Bakugou was in. The usually strong omega was pinned against the shelving of the blankets he was looking at awkwardly, his scented wrist kept as far from him as the alpha rubbing against him was repulsed by it.

A growl echoed in the wind, but it wasn't from the trapped omega this time. "[Name]?" The sound of her voice made her eyes soften, her attention on him as she frowned at the uncomfortable look in his eyes.

"So... This is the alpha, huh?" [Name]'s eyes narrowed at the cocky alpha against her omega.

"Let go of him."

"Or what? I'm sure he likes the fact that a better alpha is looking after him. The poor thing was barely scented."

"Because he hates it." [Name] took a few steps forwards, "and I hate you're putting him through that."

"He'll learn-."

"[Name]..." Bakugou's soft whine made her sigh.

"I know, hun. You'll be okay." The soft smile towards him calmed his nerves, but the swing of his fist caught him by surprise. His alpha wasn't one for much violence, often blabbering about how there's enough violence in the world.

His body relaxed at the gentle touch of her, his posture straightening as she brought him behind her. He watched her bring up her dominant foot and throw it into the side of the alpha's face who was already on the floor. He glanced at his own hands, flexing them slightly as he lost himself in his thoughts. Usually, he wouldn't be in that type of situation; he's never been so vulnerable before. Was this what he was missing? The attention of his alpha?

"Katsuki?" His vermilion irises glanced up at his alpha, but he didn't dare speak. He just gently rested his head against her as she pulled him close, letting himself willingly calm at the feeling of her warm embrace of both her arms and her scent. She could feel him shaking, but she wasn't entirely sure if it was his rage or pure fear at this point. "C'mon... Do you wanna go straight back? We can get things for your nest another day, yeah?"

He clung to her for a little while before hesitantly (and shakily) letting her clothing go. The whole trip he didn't speak, his thoughts getting into every corner of his mind and suffocating him. He just didn't understand.

The sound of the familiar elevator made him glance up, realising he was already on his floor. He stood at his door, glancing at [Name] every so often before opening his door wide. "I..." He whispered, "nest..." He muttered, pulling his alpha into his room with him and closing the door behind so she couldn't leave so easily.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah... Just, don't move anything on purpose, okay?"

"Of course." She rubbed the back of his hand, letting him lead her into the perfect position that he wanted her to sit in. The corner of his room held the best part of his nest, the place where he could sit and read the romance mangas that he'd die than ever admit to anyone else they're his. He forced her to sit down first, making sure she was comfortable before lowering himself down so he was on her lap and cuddling her like a koala.

He let out a low whimper, nuzzling into her neck as he frowned to himself. He knew he needed to get a hold of himself, but he just couldn't. His omega self was adoring this; it was no wonder; the fact she was in his nest made him relax.

"Your nest is so pretty..."

"I wanted it to be perfect before letting you in..." He admitted, "so I was getting you to get things you'd like to add here... So that... You'd feel more at home here like I do."

"Katsuki," she smiled softly to him as she brushed his hair out of his face. "I feel at home with you, okay? This is your nest, you don't have to go out of your way for me." He nodded slowly at that, "but... Thank you... For letting me be here to comfort you."

He hummed, pressing his face back into her neck as he took in her scent happily. He felt content. Both him and his omega instincts were happy with the decision of letting her into his nest. Her arms snaked around him, one resting just on his tailbone as the other played with the strands of hair on the back of his head. The two sat in a comfortable silence, Bakugou letting his heart calm from the scare in the store. "... Scent me."

She smiled at his cute demand, nuzzling her nose into his cheek before lifting his head and rubbing the scent glands in her neck against his showing skin. She kept her hand in his hair, continuing to stroke and play with the strands as she let him take in the scent he so dearly adored.

He wasn't quite sure how long it was when she finally stopped scenting him, and he honestly wanted it to last longer, but he was fine with the amount of her in his nest. He was incredibly lucky to have her; he knew that; however, he couldn't get over the fact he was too stubborn to let this happen earlier.

"Let me know if you need anything to be scented here, okay?"

"... Scent me again." He grumbled, hiding his heating cheeks into the crook of her neck as she chuckled at his antics.

"Of course." He closed his eyes, just letting himself feel the constant contact of her skin on his as fatigue finally washed over him.

"... Stay... With me tonight." He pleaded, his hand crumpling some of her clothes as he kept his eyes closed. The lack of response worried him for a second, but feeling her arms around him tighter gave him the answer he wanted. She wasn't going anywhere tonight, whether he liked it or not.

#special.writes #please end my misery #omegaverse #omega bakugou #omega bakugo #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #alpha reader #mha x reader #im going to explode #/neg #no hate to the requester tho #ily

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translations-dark-matter · 2 months

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Living as an Extra in an Omegaverse novel

Side story Chapter 15

Se-hyeon looked at the boxes pouring out in front of him from a distance. To add a little bit of exaggeration, boxes were piled up like a mountain on the table.

“Did you rob the pharmacy?”

Even if you roughly count them with your eyes, there are well over ten. I wondered how absurd it would be for the pharmacist to give me all this rather than the money I spent to buy it right away.

“I only stopped by three places.”

There’s not just one pharmacy, but a group of pharmacies.

“You don’t have to go that far...”

Se-hyeon was also just guessing. It was just one of many possibilities, so I was a bit surprised as I had completely missed it.

He honestly doesn't even know if he's pregnant or not.

“Anyway, thank you.”

To be honest, even when the test machine was mentioned, Se-hyeon's mind was complicated.

Did I say it for no reason when I wasn't pregnant? Wouldn't it have been better to just stay silent and check on my own before speaking?

I would be embarrassed if I wasn't pregnant, but even though the thought crossed my mind, it would be okay if I was wrong because Shin Tae-oh was making a fuss with me.

Se-hyeon roughly lifted the boxes in front of him one by one to check how they were inspected. Unlike the urine test method used for Betas, most of the methods used for male Omegas were pheromone tests. Some of them were blood tests, and each one had the same shape as the tester drawn on the box.

While Se-hyeon was wondering which one to use first, Shin Tae-oh picked up one of the boxes and was opening it.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking.”

“...I can take care of it.”

I was wondering if Shin Tae-oh would read the user manual first and tell me, but he shook his head.

“This is what I’m trying to do.”

Why do you do this?

“They said they were testing with pheromones.”

So why are you doing this?

“I have pheromones too, so of course I can try it, right?”

So...

Se-hyeon suddenly felt like his head was hurting and pressed his temple.

“Until now, I’ve never heard of an alpha using a pregnancy test?”

All of this should be used by Se-hyeon, not Shin Tae-oh. However, Shin Tae-oh spoke out more confidently.

“This is a world where alphas take care of morning sickness for you, so there’s nothing you can’t do.”

"That's it..."

Se-hyeon was about to speak out of frustration, but then closed his mouth. Come to think of it, is that right?

The test came out to detect hormonal changes due to pregnancy, so I think it's right for Omega to do it, but what about morning sickness? Morning sickness is definitely something that Omegas should deal with, but isn’t there a case where Alphas also have it sometimes?

“No matter what, it’s a bit weird for Alpha to use a tester...”

An Alpha being pregnant?

Se-hyeon's mind became increasingly tangled and he couldn't figure out what was right. In the meantime, Shin Tae-oh gradually peeled off the bag and took out the plastic tester inside, gently closed his eyes and pushed in his pheromone.

“I’m going to do this and take the blood test.”

I'm thinking of trying a lot of different things.

Se-hyeon, who was supposed to be inspecting the case, was so taken by Shin Tae-oh's serious mood that he couldn't even open the box in his hand.

The 5 minutes passed as slowly as 50 minutes. Meanwhile, Shin Tae-oh, who was holding the tester tightly and pushing in the pheromone again and again, opened his eyes when the timer he had set on his cell phone rang.

He lowered his head heavily and turned it to the side to look at the tester that was almost trapped in his hand.

“Oh, I can’t see it.”

Shin Tae-oh covered his eyes with his other hand and made a groaning sound. As Shin Tae-oh was nervous, Se-hyeon was also shaken by the thought that it was possible to find out whether he was pregnant or not in just five minutes.

Are you really pregnant?

While Shin Tae-oh covered his eyes and shook them, Se-hyeon, who was curious about the results, looked at the test machine first.

It was hard to see because it was covered by his hand, so I leaned my upper body forward. If two lines appear, it means that Shin Tae-oh is pregnant, but no, it means that I am pregnant...

Anyway, I wanted to check the results first, so I quickly looked at the long plastic body. The white body was very simple with only two holes, and on top of it was another piece of paper to fill the holes.

“One line.”

He was not pregnant.

“I think you’re pregnant.”

Se-hyeon shook his head and acted as if he was just getting excited for no reason. However, Shin Tae-oh, who saw the results first, spoke without taking his eyes off the tester.

“Not this way.”

“Yes?"

“Here, only one line drawn on the right is considered pregnancy, and a line drawn on the left is said to be an error.”

Shin Tae-oh spoke based on the exact location and explained to Se-hyeon that he had misinterpreted it. Before discussing this very seriously, no one questioned what was wrong with the fact that Shin Tae-oh, not Se-hyeon, used the test.

“Let’s try something else.”

Se-hyeon stood up after seeing Shin Tae-oh immediately take out another box.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom and do it.”

“Then should I go to the bathroom and do it?”

Se-hyeon grabbed Shin Tae-oh's head and pressed him so that he could not get up, as he was about to follow him into the narrow bathroom.

“I’m doing it here. It must sting because you’re cutting your hand.”

Se-hyeon saw a picture of a finger drawn on the outside of the box containing Shin Tae-o, said this, and headed to the bathroom alone.

Se-hyeon's belief that he felt at peace with Shin Tae-oh by his side turned around.

It's better to do it alone than to be scared together.

“Se-hyeon!”

However, Shin Tae-oh held Se-hyeon's hand and did not let him go.

“I’m anxious. Can’t you give me a kiss and leave?”

He was a perverted cat who clung to Se-hyeon without missing an opportunity until the end.

***

Se-hyeon kissed Shin Tae-oh as much as he wanted. I don't think that will completely chase away my current anxiety, but at least I have to give him a lot of kisses to keep him from following me when I'm in the bathroom.

Se-hyeon, who had found freedom like that, enjoyed the feeling of being alone and looked at the box he had brought. Unfortunately, what Se-hyeon brought into the bathroom was the same type that Shin Tae-oh picked up the second time. In other words, it was a test that had to be viewed as a blood test.

He peeled off the tester, pricked his finger with a very thin disinfecting needle, and placed a drop into the hole. As it was absorbed into the test paper, the colour of the paper gradually changed.

If you are pregnant, the paper will turn pink; if not, it will remain as white as before.

Se-hyeon placed the tester on a flat sink and looked in the mirror. Not only are the eyebags particularly dark, but the lips are also rough. In this situation, I make eye contact with Shin Tae-oh and laugh and chat...

It's not enough to show a more handsome side to your lover.

Se-hyeon quickly turned on the water, washed his face, and straightened his hair, which was sticking out on one side. In fact, having to show only my handsome face was a way to force myself out of the current situation.

Shin Tae-oh is so handsome. If I put my face up there, would he say I'm handsome or that he loves me?

Also, wouldn't it make you look cute because you look perfect when you go to work with your hair blown up?

Whatever it is, in Shin Tae-oh's eyes...

Se-hyeon's eyes, thinking of Shin Tae-oh, fell diagonally downward. The test machine placed on the sink, the colour of the paper that absorbed the blood was...

***

Se-hyeon, who came out of the bathroom, clicked his tongue when he saw the empty boxes rolling around Shin Tae-oh. How many pieces did you tear?

As expected, he didn't buy it for me to use it, but he bought it for his own use.

“If you do a test like that, what will come out?”

Se-hyeon tapped Shin Tae-oh's back, which was as hard as ice. Of course, nothing will come out on the test he used. Because the results are in my hands. Se-hyeon first tried to stop Shin Tae-oh.

However, Shin Tae-oh seemed not to have heard Se-hyeon's words and just looked down at what he was holding tightly with both hands.

“Why are you looking so intently? Did you get any results for that? Pregnancy?”

I said this because I thought it was probably a mistake, but Shin Tae-oh dropped his head.

"Uh."

"Hmm?"

When Se-hyeon did not understand and asked back, Shin Tae-oh held out the tester he was holding in his hand to Se-hyeon. In his hand was a very small... that is, a tester that was not made of plastic containers like the others, but was just made of test paper, and there were two clear lines on it.

"Pregnancy?"

Se-hyeon shouted in surprise when he saw the two lines.

“Is Shin Tae-oh pregnant?”

Then I raised my head and saw Shin Tae-oh.

No, is it true? Are you really pregnant?

Shin Tae-oh scratched his head in response to Se-hyeon's question, but continued to look at the test paper.

"Is it?"

“What, how do they test it? What happened?"

Now, he spoke in a way that made it difficult to tell whether he was talking to the boss or to Taenyang, and he spoke so loudly that Se-hyeon was embarrassed.

“Se-hyeon’s saliva and pheromones were on my lips.”

Shin Tae-oh was acting curious even as he told me what was buried in the test machine. Even Se-hyeon could not believe this situation.

“So there were two lines?”

"Huh."

“You mean you’re pregnant?”

"Huh."

Shin Tae-oh obediently shook his head and pointed to what was in Se-hyeon's hand.

“What did you get?”

In response to Shin Tae-oh's question, Se-hyeon opened his clenched hand and showed his test results.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Are you pregnant too?”

"Huh."

“So we’re both pregnant?”

"...Is it?"

What kind of great illusion is this?

[TL note: Get Taenyang to the hospital, bro might have testicular cancer /jk.

Btw, people of all genders who aren't pregnant can experience pregnancy-like symptoms. In fact, despite not actually carrying a fetus, men whose partners are pregnant have reported experiencing a number of pregnancy symptoms from morning sickness to weight gain during their partner's pregnancy. This is called Couvade Syndrome. So I guess Alphas do to in Omegaverse.]

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spacerangersam · 11 months

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Where did you get the inspiration for Of Fangs and Claws? And how did you choose who would be a werewolf and who’d be a vampire? Basically can you talk about the story because I love it so much <3

Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it (and I will get around to updating it, I swear). And I can absolutely talk about it, I love to ramble on about my writing.

So, it’s been a while so it’s hard to remember specific details, and I’ve not ever really engaged with vampire/werewolf media (outside of one show I watched as a teenager, and like, youtube critiques about monster shows which I’ve never seen), so I don’t really have a clear cut inspiration. This is all going to be a bit vague I’m afraid.

But the main inspiration was definitely like, Halloween, in general. I’m a big spooky season fan and really wanted to write a Halloween fic. Vampires and werewolves seemed like an obvious choice for that. They have such different vibes and all that it's fun to compare and contrast them, and the idea of splitting the ghoul group in half to do that sounded cool. I also have my own ideas about how vampires/werewolves work and all, so it was a chance to put all those thoughts I’ve had bouncing around my skull to use (namely, I just wanted to write werewolves without all of that alpha, beta bullshit, god that sucks).

This may or may not have been around the time the first Dracula read-along was going on too, and while I gave up on that early on, it probably left me with vampires on the brain. Fun fact, I haven't gotten to it yet but vampires don't turn into bats in my story but into a pile of writhing leeches because I have a memory of a friend saying that was one of bram stoker’s original ideas that he discarded. I can’t easily find proof of that though so there's a chance I'm misremembering something. Regardless, I like the idea so much that it's vampire canon to me now. It's so much weirder and grosser than bats and honestly, fits better too.

The world specifically and a few small details kinda came from an original story idea that's been bouncing around in my years for years now but never fully taken form- funnily enough, Pat and Mike's adventure group is a big part of it, actually, though it works a bit differently in my story. Anyway, this was kinda my chance to feel out some ideas for that og story. I've still not gotten far with it, but I do have the mc figured out at least, (Briallen, her design is cool if I do say so myself, I like her a lot).

As for deciding who’d be what, it basically came down to wealth. When I think of a vampire, I think of giant Gothic castles and expensive jewels and dresses and ornate goblets full of blood- excessive wealth, basically. Vampires are practically metaphors for the rich, so anyone from a wealthy family in canon was going to be a vampire, no doubt about it. Also, vampires always seem like solitary, guarded creatures to me, so that’s why the Captain became a vampire. Besides, I needed to beef up the Button gang and thought Fanny deserved to have her bff with her.

In contrast, werewolves give off the vibes of being friendly, down-to-earth folks (maybe because I watched Wolfblood as a teen where all the werewolves are just like- otherwise very normal schoolkids, or at least that's what I remember), which just suited characters like Pat and Robin and Mary way better.

With the exception of Thomas, is was. I’m trying to remember if he was originally going to be a vampire, and I’m not sure. Out of all the characters, dramatic Regency poet Thomas seems the ripest to be a vampire, and I have a feeling I probably made him a werewolf specifically because of that. It just seemed too obvious, you know, and the obvious annoys me sometimes. It also let me make a more interesting backstory for him, so it was a win-win.

Same sorta goes with Alison, making her a werewolf with Button ties was a good idea to centre the story around. Also, I just like werewolves more, so writing about a character becoming a werewolf was more fun to me.

For the other characters, including [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], it was more a matter of what monster/creature haven’t I included yet? Jemimia became a morgen specifically because I wanted to throw in some Welsh monsters, and morgen- idk how to say this, but they’re very like, swampy in my mind. Like, with greenish skin and dark green hair, covered in seaweed or algae, and that just fits with Jemima in my mind. Margot and Rachel are water nymphs because.

Body is there and a bat because a) thought it would be funny to make Humphrey’s body an actual character, b) I just kinda wanted a Salem-esque (a Sabrina Salem) character in here because I like Salem, I think he’s a cool cat, and bat because vampire. He also works as a sort of red herring- like he’s a bat hanging around vampires, probably makes you think that all the vampires themselves can turn into bats too but no. leeches. :)

This was probably a rambly mess and I’m sorry about that, but I hope this was somewhat interesting.

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i had to write this amid my writer’s block, i hope this satiates you while i work on all your pending requests. short (this is a lie) drabble-turned-fic but yandere!Class1A except it’s ABO au.

and the thing is that they weren’t even supposed to be lovesick fools from the start - not if only (y/n) remained a beta and only a beta. sure, nothing was wrong with being one, but you presented as neither of the three second genders. you were a defect.

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You had showcased the nature of a beta, having had a normal childhood without feeling obliged to protect nor fight for things of your possession. At least, that was what you wanted to think. You always felt so alone, so detached from your second gender as a beta - like you were experiencing dysphoria from something that’s supposed to be of your instinctive nature. And sure, there were already cases of second gender dysphoria and how that could be rearranged with surgery and presenting yourself with the second gender you’d want to be, but you weren’t even sure which second gender you wanted to present as.

Not until amid your first year in hero course did signs of your actuality appear. You were in the common room with a few of your classmates, just chilling, doing nothing in particular. Momo and Jirou - alpha and beta - were seated on the dining table, chatting idly. Izuku’s friend group were on the sofa, along with you, who were seated on the farthest left of it, minding your own business with your phone. Bakugou’s squad except for himself had the other sofa occupied.

All of a sudden everyone seemed so bothered, terrorized by a smell entirely outlandish to them - while it had sparked each present alpha’s instinctive desire to rut, the omegas shifted in their seats, evidently uncomfortable. In no time they were able to distinguish that it had come from you, who still had their eyes set on their own device.

“(Y/n), could you go somewhere else?” Eventually, Shoto - alpha - asked, having had enough of your ‘obnoxiousness.’

You, however, were taken aback by the hostility of his request. “Why?”

“You reek of heat.”

“What?” You asked, confused, chuckling a bit. “Todoroki, I’m a beta.”

“Your smell clearly states otherwise.”

“I don’t go on heats. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Can you just go back to your dorm?” Mina asked, noticeably restraining a licentious growl in her throat. She was an alpha. “I’m sorry if this seemed rude, but Todoroki’s not lying. We can really tell you’re going to have a heat. Maybe- maybe you’ve mistaken it all along?”

“I... I see.” Now this had you in deep thought. Were you really mistaken? Perhaps you were just an omega and presented late? Honestly, this got you all disoriented. “T-thanks. Sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll go now.”

You went away to prevent further embarrassment, because by then all eyes were on you. As tension eased now that you were gone, Deku spoke,

“They don’t reek of heat. It’s a rut.” He was an omega, easily discomforted by alpha’s ruts.

“No?” Shoto responded in more of a questioned tone. “They’re an omega.”

Ochako - omega - intervened, “What are you talking about? They were having a rut.”

For necessary information: alphas satiate omegas’ heats, and omegas satiate alphas’ ruts. Omegas, akin to menstruation, have a three-day heat cycle per month, in which the only way to get rid of it was either to wait it out, take some pills the day before, or have some alpha take care of them. In the presence of an omega in heat, alphas could get thrown into a rut, which was why your situation back then was a risky one - not that you knew. Good thing Shoto was mindful enough to inform you.

The argument of your being an alpha or omega eventually subsided, and though it was already in the back of their minds, it nevertheless was in their minds, resurfacing at times they didn’t have anything else to think about. They knew you were a beta, only a beta, because you had no distinctive smell the first time you met each other.

The next day, you didn’t show up to class, and your classmates who were present during your little ‘dilemma’ in the common room had this concerning urge to check on you. Which was surprising, really. Why would they suddenly feel that way? It wasn’t like they were your mate, right?

But why was Shoto so overwhelmingly sour with the fact that Momo was your partner in next hero training? Why was Jirou out of nowhere thinking of making you a playlist in the name of... well, love? Why did that playlist comprise of girl in red songs? Ochako thought of you during lunch, wondered if you had already eaten your lunch, then made herself nearly cry with the thought if you hadn’t because you were probably sick, that was why you were absent. Izuku suddenly found himself reserving three extra pages in his notebook for information of you... your quirk, of course. He may or may not add additional unnecessary notes about you.

Iida notified your homeroom teacher of your failure to tell him an excuse as to why you were absent, and so Aizawa took it upon himself to check on you that lunch, taking a walk back to dorms since it only took five minutes.

“(L/n)?” He asked, knocking on your dorm room. The surface of the door exuded heat; the literal one. He received no response.

“(L/n), are you there?” Now, he had his eyes narrowed in concern, master key in hand just in case. He heard a thump from the other side, like your body fell from bed. Good, you were somewhere there.

After a period of nothing but occasional shuffling and steps to the door, you responded, “Aizawa... sensei?”

Your hoarse voice, though muffled due to the barrier between you two, was clearly in pain. You sounded like a needy omega.

“What’s going on in there?”

“I don’t- hah, don’t know...” But you suppressed an alpha-like growl. What was happening?

You didn’t know what was wrong with you. You felt the dire need to breed, but at the same time, you wanted to get bred - what? Did that make sense? It didn’t even matter to you, not when you were so desperate to reach a climax you knew you couldn’t achieve with your own. Will you be like this for the next two days? Holy shit, it felt like hell.

According to his alpha self, though, you were in heat. “Did you forget to take your pills?”

“Why... why would I take pills?” You heaved. “I’m- I’m a beta.”

Right - he did remember the first days of school, when you had made it clear that you were a beta. But things were different now.

He was quick to inform your guardian of your current predicament, saying that you were experiencing the heat of an omega - which disoriented them to no end, because as far as they knew in the sixteen years of knowing you, you were a beta. They took a leave from work to tend to you, and upon meeting with Aizawa who was waiting for them in front of U.A. dorms, he led them to your room.

Your mind was in an aching trance when you saw the door to your room open. You did, however, comprehend your guardian who lifted you up after wrapping your thick duvet around your form to prevent the rampant spreading of your scent. Family members up to third-degree relatives weren’t affected by an individual’s rut or heat, thankfully. You were then situated on the back of a car, with your guardian consoling you, telling you to be patient, while you were crying and growling about how much something hurt, how it ached. You didn’t voice out how you wanted to inhale a scent of an omega, and at the same time receive an alpha’s rut.

Thank fuck you were conscious enough to stop yourself from asking your alpha teacher to breed you. That would have been so fucking awkward.

You heard small wheels rolling and occasional professional-sounding talk, like you were in a hospital. Wait, were you? From your vision, it was all white, and there were dull teal-colored people who were pushing the thing you were laying on - a bed. Apparently your rut... or heat was detrimental enough to send you to the emergency room. Funny, you thought, but then again you were a beta suffering a heat or rut or whatever this was. Odd.

You were drugged with the special kind of anesthesia - the ones that made you numb against the aching feels of a heat, the only adverse effect was that you were passed out and incomprehensible. Hours thereafter, once awake and not under the effects of medicine, it was explained to you that you would be placed under quarantine for the next two days that you were under this... cycle. The professionals told you that this cycle would last you three days per month, like omegas, but the thing was that you didn’t have pills to depend on, because they were yet to be invented due to the extreme rareness of your condition, so you’d have to wait it out until you’d actually find a mate, which you had the deliverance to choose whether you preferred an alpha or omega. Your cycle would be five times worse than ruts or heats, too - that was why you were sent to the emergency room. You’d get used to it eventually, at least used to it enough not to be sent to the emergency room.

You were not a beta, they said, you were a special case of second intergender. It was extremely rare, apparently. While alphas would view you as an omega, omegas would view you as an alpha. Betas would experience a strange attraction towards your scent, too. Basically, you were a beta, but breedable for alphas, and capable of breeding omegas.

The next few days in the hospital, you experienced one of the worst instances of second gender dysphoria, and it didn’t help that this heat-rut was still something you had to endure, the only thing stopping you from demanding an alpha or omega to relieve your stress were the huge doses of anesthesia you seemed to have gotten yourself addicted with. The doctors suggested that you could lock the door of your hospital room and relieve yourself, but like hell were you masturbating in a hospital.

Your classmates had it no better than you, too, because in the days you weren’t present, they fell into a small pit of mate depression - in which an individual becomes miserable due to the lack of their mate’s presence. Aizawa thought it was strange, though, how a handful of the class suddenly coincidentally experienced it at the same time - like they all had the same mate. He tried to ignore the fact that it could have been you, because that was impossible, wasn’t it?

Then why were their tendencies explaining otherwise? On your third day of absence, Kirishima resorted to breaking in your room and burying himself in the heap of your clothes, never minding the fact that Mina was already there, selecting garments to stuff her face with. Denki loved to make a pillowcase out of your shirt. Izuku and Ochako already spent a night on your bed, and Shoto began the habit of using your writing materials instead of his own. They were making a common room out of your bedroom.

When you returned to dorms, they were all so elated, surrounding you like you were some lost pup returning to the pack. You guessed that in a way, your class was your pack, but humanity had evolved, no longer referring to each other’s cliques as ‘packs.’ They only eased down when Sato proposed the idea of celebrating your return (an excuse for him to bake, but you weren’t complaining).

“What’s up with them?” You asked humorously when they dispersed to plan out the celebration, directing your question to the person next to you, who just so happened to be Bakugou.

But he had paid little attention to what you had asked, rather taking in the... oddly addictive smell you produced. It was a bit more rampant than usual, partly because you were still getting used to masking it, and majorly due to the lingering anesthetics tampering with your hormones. He knew you always had the scent of [preferred scent], but somehow, only now did he realize how compulsive it could be. You smelled of mild antiseptics after your interval in the hospital, and he so badly wanted to scrub you off of that smell to take a full whiff of what you actually reek.

Now he knew why a lot of his friends were spending so much time in your dorm room.

“So,” he said, not answering your previous statement, “you’re an omega?”

He saw you visibly still at his question.

You laughed nervously, “Well, about that- I’m a defect.”

“Defect?” He reiterated.

“Yeah. It means-”

“Go change into something more comfortable, (y/n)!” Mina surprised you from behind, draping an arm on your shoulders. Her mouth barely hovered over your scent gland. “Actually, before that, take a shower. You smell like medicine.”

“Wanna mark me so bad, Mina?” You joked, and holy shit were you so oblivious to the fact that she actually wanted to do that. You left her to imagine the possibility, walking directly to your room. You’d answer Bakugou’s question later.

You closet smelled a sundry of different scents. One of your clothing reeked of mint and fireplace, bringing a cold sensation to your nasal cavity whenever you’d sniff it. The other smelled like pines, forest, mild petrichor and olives. Your jacket? It smelled like strawberry mochi, and your cycling shorts smelled like rich fucking perfume.

You had a vague suspicion to those who were behind this felony, because you were well aware to whom these scents belong, but you weren’t about to entertain the idea that your classmates wanted to mate you or get you to mate them. Impossible, lol, you thought. Your classmates weren’t freaks. They wouldn’t think of that.

So you ignore the times when some of the omegas in your class would bend against the seat in front of your desk, nearly exposing their behinds, like they were presenting. The girls - what the hell - were they not wearing undershorts? You had to avert your eyes elsewhere to save your modesty from the debauched view before you. You pretend you don’t mind whenever the alphas of your class would pull you away from potential harm during hero training, robbing you off your opportunity to demonstrate a power move of your quirk. It was annoying, and every time you attempted to politely tell them off, they ignored it, giving the excuse that they were simply acting in accordance to their nature. Like hell were you buying that shitty reasoning; they knew very well not to let A/B/O dynamics interfere during hero training.

They already fell in too deep with their obsession with you, though, and now aside from hero training, their other principal goal was to have you as their mate.

#bnha abo #bnha x reader #abo #bnha #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere class 1a #class 1a x reader #reader insert #x reader #yandere bnha #yandere #yanderechuu #bnha omegaverse #omegaverse

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anime-rambles · 3 years

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“Welcome Home Omega”

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, SFW

Word Count: 2700+

A/N: I’m new to all this, but I dreamt about this the other night and really wanted to share this with everyone. I have a tone more to write, so please follow along and any feedback would be hugely appreciated. Thank you so much.

Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her pack after so many years aboard being a successful hero, now they fear begin rejecting by her pack and more importantly her alpha’s.

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“Everyone please welcome to the stage, the one you’ve all be waiting for, Pro-Hero Shadow…” a loud voice spoke into the microphone as I waited backstage. Once my name was called, I left the spoke I was hiding in and joined them. The crowd was screaming and shouting, holding banners of my name and posters with my face. This was something I didn’t expect to happen when I returned home to Japan from my many years abroad. I smiled towards the women on stage, already determining her as a beta.

“Welcome Shadow, to your first ever hero-con” She spoke to me looking in my direction. I brought my mic to my face,

“It’s so good to be here, look at all these people wow.” I smiled towards the crowd. The cheering began again.

“So shadow, how are you feeling being back in Japan and being high on the hero board, especially as an omega…” she continued on looking at me, this was something I was used to.

“It feels so good being back, I left Japan 6 years ago after I graduated with my friends/pack members from UA, which many of you know...” I waited for the screaming to stop before I continued. “I was faced with two choice really, be a omega hero that would only get 2 years in hero work before being forced to stop by the hero commission or I could leave my pack and go to America and have a really good hero career helping other omegas reach their potential and then come back home, I think you can guess what I chose” I said, and turned to the interviewer waiting for her reply.

Being an omega in Japan and America is very different from each other, especially in hero work. In Japan, you get an unspoken max of 2-year work and then often omegas go to desk jobs in hero agencies. In America, you can be a hero no matter your 2nd gender but the chance of being taken seriously as an omega is very slim and was something I worked hard at. During my time in America, I created an omega hero agency and left it all to the very capable hands of my sidekick, frostbite. It was my time to come home, I need my family back.

“So, tell me, does you pack know your back?” She asked with smile in her eyes.

“I mean, yes and no. Our pack is a big one and it was created when we were back in school. The time that I left, I had an agreement with the unmarked alphas that I would not contact them at all, but to know I was safe, I was only allowed contact with the omegas. So, they know” I replied, laughing slightly back.

“So, a lot of alphas in your pack, how does that work?” she pushed for an answer.

“I can’t really say, our pack dynamic is private, so I won’t tell you who or what position everyone is but, we have a main alpha who us our leader, they have a second and then we have one alpha that doesn’t really care and then one alpha who gave up their position years ago.” I replied smiling hoping she would not ask any more questions about the pack.

“That’s fine, tell me about your work as a hero omega and how difficult is” She asked again. This is something I could talk about openly. I took a deep breath and began to speak about the importance of separating your 2nd gender, from your workplace, and they it does not define you. Yes, you can still have a timid nature but do not let it halt your growth as a strong independent person. That if you want to be head of heart surgery you do it and tell those Alphas/ beats to shove it, its your time to shine. I continued until I felt the interviewer wanting to ask another question.

“Although I’m strong, I would not have gotten to where I am today without my pack, in public they treat me like a hero, not an omega. I mean it didn’t take long to do bu…” I went to say but was cut off.

“What do you mean, didn’t take long?” she interrupted. I hesitated for a bit, and then looked out into the crowd.

“Okay, I really should not be saying this, but he won’t mind. Okay so when our pack was created, I was never allowed to do anything, and it really annoyed me. So, when our first Alpha was being chosen, I kind of challenged Pro-Hero Dynamite…. And won.” I replied looking out into the crowd and everyone started cheering.

“Since then, I was treated like a person, not an omega. Well not in public, in private we still use the proper greetings.” I smiled and turned to the interviewer again.

“Wow, you are amazing. We all know your now number 5 on the hero board, can you remind everyone your quirk again.” She asked gesturing to my hands. I look down and noticed the black sut coating my fingers. I nodded and began to explain. I can create my own smoke from my body and ignite it. From this smoke I can create solid weapon and if I have enough smoke in the area, I can tell a person’s movements. I do have a drawback; the smoke uses up the oxygen from my blood and can make me pass out or it stains my skin with black smoke.

The interview continues and eventually is opened to fan questions, near the end of the questions. I notice the back wall starting to fill up with tall dark figures, already guessing that my pack got word I am here. Excitement rises through me, and I find it hard to sit still.

“Well, I think the cats out of the bag your home, Shadow” the interviewers says to me gesturing to the back wall. Light shines to the back wall, standing there when their arms crossed is Pro-heroes Dynamite, Red Riot, Deku and Chargebolt who is waving crazy towards me. I laugh to myself, locking eyes with Bakugou lowering my head slightly.

“I guess so” I reply, and the cheering slowly dies down.

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While sitting at my signing booth, listening to some amazing stories from fans. I hear my name being called the curtain behind me. I have a break from the fans for a second and approach the curtain.

“Hello, little omega.” The voice says, as I instantly know its Bakugou. I smile to myself, wanting to rip the curtain away and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Hello Bakugou, don’t move the curtain, I can’t look at your right now” I say honestly.

“Okay, at least put your hand through the curtain, Kiri’s here to.” He replies nudging the curtain. I sigh, it’s been 6 years and I can barely hold myself together with he thought of being back with my family but being a hero right now is what I need to do.

“Okay, but only quickly I have to get back” I whisper, and slowly put my right-hand backwords them. Instantly I can feel like touching my hand and kissing it.

“Can’t smell you omega, how come?” Kirishima asks.

“Stupid American pheromone blockers, I’ll take them off later at home, promise.” I say and pull my hand back to finish quickly and get back to my family and quickly as I can. I can hear both alphas walk away, and I pull my hand to my chest.

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Hero-con is over, and I can finally come home. After we all graduated, everyone pulled their money together and we bought a huge house together which allowed all of us to live together as a pack. Before I left, I entered a relationship with Bakugou and Kirishima but now I do not know if they still want me in a dynamic with because they’ve been an Alpha/Alpha relationship for 6 years. I don’t’ even have a room anymore, Denki took it when I moved to America. There might be room, I think, Midoriya (A) and Todoroki (A/O) have a room, Sero (B) and Mina (B) have a room, Shinso (A), Jirou (B) and Denki (O) all have separate rooms even though they are together which leaves Bakugou (A) and Kirishima (A) who have the biggest room. I could always share with Denki until I find a new place, I say to myself as I knock on the front door.

I wait patiently, until the door is opened revealing a very excited Denki. Practically jumping on the spot.

“Y/N YOU’RE HOME.” He shouts while throwing himself into my arms. I hug back, I breath him in and tears start to fill my eyes.

“Oi sparky, you know the rules. She needs to follow the greetings as she’s been away for so long.” Says Bakugou with his arms crossed. I enter the house and look around seeing everyone in their groups. I cannot believe I am home.

I quickly great Mina and Sero first, presenting our pack mark and then onto hugs. Next, I go straight over to Shinso, presenting my neck to show I am not a threat to his omega or beta. Which he simply nods and as these dynamics, Shinso does not really care for. I great Jirou and then great Denki properly by touching our noses together. I approach Midoriya next as he used to be the main Alpha who brought us all together, I greeted him the same way as Shinso but instead Midoriya threw his arms around me puling me into a hug.

“Please never leave again, Bakugou’s been impossible” He whispers into my ear. I laugh looking over his shoulder to a very anger Bakugou. I turn to Todoroki who is half Omega/Alpha, I greet him the same way as Denki, I know he prefers that greeting than the alpha one. Its finally time to see if they still want me. Kirishima is practically beaming at Bakugou side. I approach with my head down; I can feel everyone’s eyes on me as I approach him. As he is lead Alpha, I must wait to see what he will do.

“Still can’t smell you omega.” Bakugou announces loudly.

“There’s a pheromone implant in my neck, Alpha, see you can feel it.” I reply, taking his hand to my neck. In American you are not allowed to use pheromones in public, so for hero work you must use an implant to block it. Bakugou feels my neck and I can tell he is not happy. He grabs me by my neck, slamming me on the wall behind him. Everyone runs forward but Kirishima stands forward stopping them. Telling them it must happen and that Bakugou won’t hurt me, much.

With his claw Bakugou cuts into my neck to pull the impact out, I do not make a sound and only look at him in the eye. It must be done, and I know he will not hurt me. Once the implant is out. Bakugou lends forward and breathes me in. He hesitates, and calls Kirishima over. Kirishima looks between the two of use and breaths me in.

“Oh, y/n, you should’ve come home sooner.” Kirishima says, pulling me towards him for a hug.

“Please, Bakugou, get rid of the rest they can’t see me like this.” I whisper.

“Oi, extra’s don’t you have a party tonight. Your hotels have your clothes, now get lost.” Bakugou calls out, looking at them all. No one moves.

“NOW!” Bakugou yells, using his alpha voice and everyone leaves.

As soon as the door closes, I start to cry. Six years of being all alone hit me at once, yes it was my plan to be a strong hero, its hard to do it without your pack or alphas.

“The first sign of your omega depression, you should’ve come home little one.” Kirishima says whispering into my hair.

“How could I, I would’ve let you all down and all other omega’s out there without a voice, so what I had to go through omega depression….. more than once.” I say back looking up into Kirishima’s eyes. Bakugou stands beside us, looking slightly smaller.

“Bakugou, go run a bath,” Kirishima calls out and Bakugou follows his orders.

“Wait, what’s going on. Bakugou what are you doing” I ask, looking confused. Bakugou leans over the stairs to look at me.

“Kirishima’s the Alpha now, we’ll the others haven’t picked up on it yet because we haven’t publicly fought, but he’s been the main Alpha for a while now, I can’t be number one all the time now can I.” Bakugou replies with a smile. I look to Kirishima who still holds me but is beaming with love as he watches Bakugou. I try to pull away from his arms. It is stupid why did I think this would work. They do not want me anymore, I just know. Kirishima noticed how I suddenly changed but decided not to say anything.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and smelling natural.” He says, picking me up with no issues. He climbs the stairs and I place my head into his scent gland in his neck. I notice that neither him nor Bakugou do not have a claiming mark yet. Once we reach the top of the stairs, I see my old bedroom door and ask Kirishima to put my down, he walks ahead to the double doors at the end of the hallway. Which is their room.

“I’ll only stay for tonight, and then I’ll find somewhere else to live, I don’t even have a room here anymore.” I say to Kirishima which makes him freeze.

“Silly omega, come here.” He replies, gesturing me to follow. I start to hear the water running in their private bathroom. Kirishima opens the door and lets me enter the room first.

The first thing I can smell is the strong smell of Alpha but slowly a familiar smell enters, I look around the room and see my stuff. Things that I had left behind, my paintings, photos of the three of use. The queen size bed with three sets of pillows, big enough for all of us. I look around and notice a curtained canopy hiding something. I look to Kirishima who leans on the door frame by the Bathroom and nods. I breath in again and noticed the familiar smell but I am not able to pinpoint it yet.

I pull back to curtain and freeze. “Is that m..” I say unable to finish as I look down, tears filling my eyes. Bakugou comes out of the bathroom and leans on the opposite side to Kirishima. I look at the two of them and then look down at my old nest, they kept it, they really kept it. I can’t speak, only cry. Bakugou comes over to me and hold me bringing me towards the bathroom. Kirishima entered first. He began to undress and tied back his long hair, He entered the bath first, as Bakugou began to undress me as my emotions were betraying me at his moment. There was nothing sexual about this moment, it was about Alpha’s taking care of their Omega. Bakugou lifted me and lowered me into the water to sit in Kirishima’s lap, he quickly undressed and joined us.

I started to calm down, feeling I could now speak. “So, you mean, you have forgotten me, and you still want to be with me.” I ask looking down at my hands. Kirishima wraps his arms around me more and places his head into my scent gland breathing me in, tickling me slightly.

“Of course, silly omega, we’ve wanted you since the day you knocked me on my ass.” Bakugou replied leaning in to kiss me.

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ghost-ghost-baby · 3 years

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Narcissist (alpha!readerxOmega!Bakugo soulmate au)

An: this is heavily inspired by the song narcissist by younger hunger definitely recommend listening to it!

An: BIG TY TO MY BETA FOR EDITING THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER OF A FIC WE STAN!

Word count: 3.2k (ur welcome)

Summary: Bakugo being a little shit basically- Mina and Denki r sick of him- reader runs out of scent blockers-

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, Bakugo being a dick, reader just thinks he’s hot, gets a bit spicy but nothing graphic, non traditional dynamics (subby alphas) drug use (weed)

You were in a familiar room, one you’d come to love since you’d started dreaming of it, and you sat on the bed and waited… any moment now.

“Oi, are you here, shithead?” The voice of your omega was dreamier than it was in real life; his harsh words unable to punctuate the tranquility of your dream.

“I always am, Katsuki!” You chirped, grinning as he slowly faded into existence. The black tank top and jeans he wears make him look far too good, and your brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He growled, but you only laughed. Reaching out to grab his hands before he could stop you, you pull him down so you could kiss him. Any anger he had quickly melted away, and Katsuki had pulled one hand away to rest on your shoulder and pushed back. You got the point, you pulled away for air and leaned back on your elbows as you did. Katsuki followed and straddled you without a moment of hesitation. His mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a hum. With one hand gravitating to tangle in his hair, he gave you another push that had you lying flat on your back.

“Hey-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this.” Katsuki bit down on your throat and you squeaked, although he licked over the mark seconds later to soothe it, and only pulled away to kiss you when you tried to talk again. You melted, let your hands wander down to his thighs, and had your thumbs rubbing absent-minded circles. Then, Katsuki was unbuttoning the shirt you had on, hands quickly trailing lower to-

“Y/N! Did you hear what Mr. Aizawa said?” Mina’s voice brought you back from the dream you had the night before, and you blinked at her as you blanked.

“No way I'm working with their dumbass!” Katsuki snarled as Kiri forced him into a seat at your table, and you turned your head to Sero with a questioning look. He usually knew what was going on in class.

“We have a group project for a presentation, Mr. Aizawa picked the groups-”

“Oh hell yeah, all my best bro’s working together? Sounds like fun to me!” Denki leaned over to hug you and Mina, and the pieces started to click together. You were working on an art project, with your mate, who hate-

“How could anything be fun with Y/n around, they fucking ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, refusing to meet your eyes despite sitting opposite you. Kiri mouthed an apology to you from his seat next to Katsuki. Honestly, you had no idea why he’d decided to act like… such a brat really, but it was just an act, however annoying it was. The two of you were soulmates, he’d come around, eventually.

“Oh hush, Bakugo, Y/n’s a riot and we all know it! You’re the one who goes to sleep at like, 8pm” Denki came to your aid. The electric blonde then pressed a kiss to your cheek that had Katsuki gritting his teeth.

“So, what's the project, guys?” You flipped through your book to a fresh page, resting your chin on your hand as you waited for the others to speak.

“We have to show the versatility of styles and composition under a singular theme!” Kiri was the one that answered you, and the group immediately started throwing around ideas.

“I think we could do horror, a lot of horror artists have different composition styles and still manage to convey the-”

“Tch, that’s the best you could come up with? I’m not surprised, an alpha as shitty as you can’t be capable of any decent ideas.” Katsuki sneered, but you only smiled at him as the group agreed with your idea. Your omega merely grumbled and hunched over in his seat as the group discussed the different artists you could use as examples.

You’d stayed late to double-check something with a professor, and you were still flipping through your notebook as you walked through the unusually empty halls. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, and before you knew it you ran into someone, the same someone who shoved you against a wall seconds later, but your fear subsided when you realised it was just Katsuki.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dipshit.” Katsuki wasn’t even sure why he’d pushed you up against the wall, but being this close to you, touching you… it was..nice…

“Tch, god your scent is so weak, you smell like a fucking beta, how’d I get stuck with such a runt, huh? Some sick kind of joke.” Katsuki’s tone didn't match what he was saying. The way he leaned forward to rub his cheek over your scent gland definitely said otherwise, but you stayed quiet, he always found some excuse to scent you, but he’d usually get embarrassed and storm off if you dared to say anything.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Being this submissive for an omega, are you sure you’re not a beta? It’d make more sense.” You bit your lip when Bakugo pressed a kiss to your neck, only hesitating a moment before he started sucking a mark onto your skin. His words bounced right off of you because all you could focus on was how hot he was and how he’d subconsciously put his thigh between your legs and thank fuck you were on scent blockers, or you’d never hear the end of it.

“Really, you aren’t even going to try and defend yourself? You’re even weaker than I thought.” A growl next to your ear made you shiver, and Katsuki pushed away with a snarl when he was satisfied. He cursed at you again and warned you ‘not to tell anyone or he’d kick your ass’ (he wouldn’t) before he walked away, leaving you to walk home with your head completely in the clouds.

“What took you so fucking long, huh idiot?” Katsuki was on you the second you appeared in the dream, pulling you down into a rather ferocious kiss before you could say anything. He bit your lip when you didn’t open your mouth fast enough, swallowing any protests you would have made, and continued to kiss you until you were dizzy. “I’ve been waiting two hours…” He pulled away to kiss under your jaw, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the insecure tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Midoriya wanted-” You stopped when Katsuki growled, biting down so hard you were surprised he didn't draw blood.

“Why the fuck are you saying his name here, huh? Are you tryna piss me off?” He pulled away to sneer at you. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat when he unzipped your hoodie, and any coherent thought you had went out the window when he started to kiss your neck.

Everything was ready. The lounge room was set up, complete with snacks, drinks, and stationery for you and your friends to work on the project. They were meant to be here any second, and you couldn’t help but hover near the door to your apartment. You weren’t used to having people over and it still put you on edge having others in your space. But that thought left your head when a knock sounded on your door. You quickly opened it and were almost knocked over by Denki and Mina engulfing you in a hug.

“Thanks so much for hosting bro!”

“Awww you laid out all these snacks and stuff too! An omega’s gonna be really lucky to have you one day Y/n!” They pushed inside. Denki closed the door as Mina oohed and aahed over the setup, their praise had a slight blush rising to your face as you sheepishly rubbed your neck. Sero was next, quickly hugging you before he joined Denki and Mina, then Katsuki and Kirishima last. The blonde pushed past you without saying hello, but Kiri pulled you into a hug so tight you couldn’t breathe for a second, and was complimenting the setup as you took a seat. You tried to sit next to Mina, but Denki let out a whine and the pair was pulling you down between them before you had time to protest. Denki immediately leaned on you once you were settled. Katsuki couldn’t focus on the project, how could he, when his two dipshit friends were all over his mate. And you weren’t even doing anything to stop them! In fact, you were leaning into their hugs and giggling at every stupid joke they made! It had Katsuki fuming. Kirishima was the only one close enough to smell the angry shift in his scent, and he glanced between his friend and you, slowly putting the pieces together. You really had no idea what was happening, but Denki’s head was on your shoulder, and Mina’s arm around your waist as she asked questions about the project, giggling and pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever you got confused, which happened more than you’d like to admit. The blonde gritted his teeth when Mina’s hand went to your thigh, you were his! Nobody else should ever be touching you like that! You should know better! So when you excused yourself to grab something from your room, of course he made up some excuse about needing the bathroom so he could follow you.

The door to your room closed with a click, and you quickly spun around, expecting to see Mina or Denki, anyone except Katsuki to be honest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was seeing red at this point. He cornered you and made you stumble back until your waist hit your desk.

“Uh- getting more pens-?” You held out the pack of pens with a confused look on your face that only made Katsuki angrier. How were you so stupid? And so fucking cute when you were- he cut off that thought, he needed to focus on yelling at you. Not the way your brows furrowed and how you nervously bite your lip as you waited for him to say something. Wait- were you blushing? Fuck, maybe he should-

“Katsuki? Are you oka-“

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit.” He snarled. Then, catching you both off guard, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately. He’d only kissed you in your dreams, which was nothing compared to this, and you hesitantly placed your hands on his waist. His hands went to your hair to pull you closer, tugging it until you got the message and parted your lips for him. Katsuki let out a hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, why hadn’t he done this sooner? You couldn’t focus on anything other than how much Katsuki tasted like caramel, he didn’t taste like caramel in the dreams. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back. Another insistent tug on your hair had you tilting your head back, and Katsuki didn’t waste any time kissing over your neck. You were so lost in the feeling you almost missed the words he growled against your skin.

“You should know better, you’re mine. Other people shouldn’t be fucking touching you like that.”

“Do you think they’re like…. Finally-” Mina made a hand gesture that had Denki cackling, even Kiri cracked a smile.

“I hope so, it’s getting hard to watch all the back and forth.” Sero sighed, dropped his pen, and stretched.

“Yeah, have you seen how mad Bakubro gets though? It’s pretty fun to push his buttons like this!” Denki grinned as he leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I don’t know… Bakugo’s uh… stubborn, to put it nicely.”

“Your scent is weird… are you wearing a different perfume?” Mina leaned her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at Katsuki. After whatever the fuck had happened in your room, he’d gone back to acting like he hated you, so, you’d kept letting Denki and Mina do whatever they wanted. He had his eyes fixated on the work, and you turned back to Mina with a smile.

“Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to refill my scent blockers and my doctor’s not available until next week.”

“Don’t be sorry, bro! It’s nice, like really, really nice!” Denki came up behind you, throwing a quick glance at Katsuki before he leaned forward, crooning and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland, Mina doing the same a moment later. The pen Katsuki was holding snapped, his angry scent pumping out in waves as he glared daggers into the book in front of him, all too aware of you laughing.

You were hyper-aware of how strong your scent was, this was the longest you’d gone without scent blockers since you’d presented, and you’d lit a scented candle to try and cover it up. It hadn’t really worked, maybe you should light some incense-

“Y/n! Sorry we’re early!” Mina’s hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before you smiled. Denki cut you off before you could apologize about your scent.

“Damn Y/n! It smells like you baked cookies- oh my god did you bake-”

“Don’t be stupid, babe, it’s just their scent.” Mina shoved him inside, shaking her head as she followed and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! Of course!” Denki nodded, and he and Mina linked arms with you. They walked you over to the couch and sat you all down with grins on their faces.

“Uh… guys-?” You didn’t trust that look, it never leads to anything good.

“Well, since the project is like, 99.5% done-” Mina started, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“We thought we deserved a reward!” Denki interrupted, reaching into his bag and producing a blunt. You felt your own grin forming.

“Oh my god- is that from-”

“Shinso! You know he sells the best stuff on campus, I decided to splurge for my bros!” Denki looked incredibly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but tackle the blonde in a hug.

“Oh my god Denki, you’re the best!”

The three of you were blazed by the time the others got there. Sero happily bounced over to share the blunt, while Katsuki and Kiri just sighed and sat down with you. Katsuki’s eyes instantly zoned in on where you were lying on Mina and Denki on the couch. He was oddly silent as he tried to keep his cool, the nagging thoughts that had always been there slowly got stronger. He’d always had to be strong, people perceived him as weak just because of his dynamic, so he’d rejected the thought of being with an alpha, hoping for a beta or omega. Or you. You never made a big deal out of your dynamic, and always treated him as an equal. Then the dreams started. He loved you, he really did! But his whole reputation would go down the drain if he was claimed by an alpha, especially one with such a weak scent and mild presence. So…. he pretended to hate you in public because the two of you had your dreams, where nobody could judge him! Even if they did pale in comparison to real life. But lately… he couldn’t stop wondering… were you getting tired of waiting? With the way you were acting… the thought made his stomach turn and his canines come out. Especially since you had run out of blockers. Your scent getting stronger and stronger as the days went by. You were his alpha! You shouldn’t be scenting other people! Especially omegas! And you certainly shouldn’t be laying on them while you were ignoring him! You hadn’t even said hello to him! You were too busy getting high with those assholes like you didn't belong to him! You were his, it wasn’t fair!

Mina was the last out of the apartment. She kissed your cheek and winked at you as the door closed. The exhaustion set in as you leaned against the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Katsuki growled and made you startled when you saw him by the table. You only shrugged as you went to pack up the stuff on the couch.

“Denki got us some weed because the project was done-”

“Not that, dickhead! They were all over you!” He marched over to you, trying to ignore how good you smelled up close.

“And? We’re not-” You responded, and Katsuki was shoving you before he realized, ignoring the way you yelped as you fell on the couch. You sprawled on your back and glaring up at him.

“Katsuki! What the fuck!” Katsuki didn’t reply, eyes traveling over your vulnerable form. Flush rose to his face as he realized how provocative the position was, causing warmth to pool in his tummy. If kissing was so much better in reality, what would it be like to be inside you? Feel you clench around him and pull his hair when he hit your sweet spot? Would your thighs shake the same in real life when he just kept going? The omega didn’t even realize his scent had changed, he just licked his lips and stared at you with hooded eyes, fuck he wanted-

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” Fuck, when had you gotten up? You were so close now, your scent overwhelming. He never wanted you to go on blockers again.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Katsuki! Are you in heat?” It finally dawned on you. Katsuki’s scent had taken on a sweeter tone it didn’t usually have, and with the way he kept zoning out, it was obvious. Plus thoughts of him on top of you that wouldn’t leave your brain alone. Your question snapped him out of his daze, and the omega snarled at you, stepping back and stumbling when a jolt of pain went through him.

“Fuck off, like you could trigger-” His voice cut off as another wave of pain went through him, causing you to reached out to steady him without thinking. The omega was going to let out a growl but it quickly changed to a whine as it escaped his mouth. You pulled your hand back like it had burned, although your mate’s temperature was so high it wasn’t out of the question. You took two steps back and froze when a feral snarl ripped through the room, dark red eyes pinning you in your place.

“He-hey Katsuki…” Your voice stopped his growling, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to stay coherent as he advanced, your rut already trying to cloud your judgment. Your eyes darted around the room, maybe you could make it to the bathroom? Then Katsuki could ride out his heat and you could talk about it? yeah. Katsuki was only a foot away from you now, the grin he had on was somehow more unsettling than the snarl, and you shook your head to get some of your resolve back. Okay, three, two, one-

You made it maybe ten centimeters before Katuski caught you, and pushed you back down on the couch. He wasted no time sitting on your lap and tilting your face up to look into his eyes.

“You’re not getting away from me, Alpha. I know you want this. I should have done this months ago.” Sincerity shone through your omega’s lidded eyes, and you felt your small shred of resolve shrink away even more. Your hands flew to his chest to push him away.

“Ka-Katsuki it’s just- just your heat, you don’t mean-“

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, alpha.” Katsuki was back to growling at you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and used his knees to keep them in place. He went back to cupping your face, red eyes boring into yours as he thought of what to say and a growl leaving him whenever you dared to look away. You were so, so obnoxiously pretty, it made it even harder to focus. Katsuki kept getting distracted by little details, like how your eyes shone and you kept biting your lip.

“You’re so fuckin stupid, ya know that? Of course, I fuckin want you, you’re my alpha- I don’t… I don’t care what other people think anymore, I just want you.” Katsuki’s tone was softer than you expected, and you could only gape at him as a blush quickly rose to your face. You knew he didn’t hate you, but hearing him say that lifted a weight off your shoulders you’d been carrying for who knows how long. The moment passed, all the softness went away as Katsuki leaned down to kiss you, and this time you kissed him back without any reservations.

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beccascribbles · 3 years

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totally inspired by ur omegaverse manager going into heat it is literally a masterpiece!! could you maybe do the same prompt but for seijoh in honor of oikawa's ear making an appearance🥺been thirsting for seijoh content lately sos

a/n - writing this a little (sorry, a lot) later so it's in honour of his ear and his 5 seconds of fame. also i'm really pleased you enjoyed it!! i had a great time writing it (first time in a while that i finished a fic in one sitting). hope you enjoy this one :)

Managing Seijoh was an experience, one that you were sure you would look back on with fond memories in the future. However, at the moment, it was borderline undesirable. A group of omegas and betas surrounded you, pressing letters and gifts into your arms.

"Please give this to Oikawa," one of them begged, placing a carefully wrapped parcel on the top.

You forced a smile onto your lips, peering around the stack in your arms to look at the people surrounding you. Voice filled with false kindness, you spoke, "I'll hand deliver these to him straight away. I'm sure Tooru will really appreciate it."

That last sentence was a lie. It had been a while since the gifts Oikawa received hadn't been shared between the team, particularly the food which was likely to feature heavily in the pile. A chorus of thanks followed you down the corridor, and your smile dropped as soon as you turned the corner.

"Dumb fan club," you grumbled, fighting the urge to throw the pile of gifts into the next bin you saw. You couldn't understand why they always came to you, why they begged you to hand him the gifts when he would likely appreciate it more if they were given to him in person. You kicked open the door of the gym, yelling out, "Delivery!"

Heads turned in your direction, volleyballs hitting the floor as everyone stopped practicing and jogged towards you. Iwaizumi removed a majority of the gifts from your hold, going to place them on the bench, and shooting Oikawa a glare, jerking his head in your direction. Begrudgingly, Oikawa took the last few gifts from you and placed them where Iwaizumi had placed the others.

"There any food there?" questioned Kyoutani, picking up a parcel wrapped with a teal ribbon. He sniffed it, nose wrinkling as the scent of an omega filled his nose. Then, he threw it to the side and grunted, "Tell me when you find the food."

"They smell a bit sickly, don't they?" you giggled, giving him a nudge with your elbow. Kyoutani simply nodded, moving away to sit on the floor, back leaning against the wall. You turned to Oikawa, hands resting on your hips. "I expect adequate payment for the hassle this caused me."

"Does my love and affection forever count?" he beamed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you into his side. You simply glared at him, arms crossing over your chest. He chose to ignore your clear displeasure at his reply.

"You think way too highly of yourself, Loserkawa," smirked Iwaizumi, throwing a gift his way. Oikawa caught the item, cringing at the small piece of fabric that dangled from his finger. It was dainty, a delicate lace.

"Clearly that one was just meant for you," snickered Hanamaki as Oikawa held the item upwards, taking it in from a different angle.

"y/n?" he questioned, holding it out to. "Could be a good addition to your wardrobe."

"Fuck off," you snapped, turning away from him to grab a bin bag. You shoved it towards him. "Throw it in here."

As Oikawa disposed of the item, Matsukawa could be heard opening a parcel. He pulled out a DVD from the remains, peering at what was written on the case. He mumbled, "Watch when you're alone?"

"Oi, Oikawa!" he called, drawing his attention. Oikawa skipped over, clearly expecting something good. "I think someone sent you a video of themselves. Send us your reactions, yeah?"

Oikawa snatched the DVD from Matsukawa, throwing it into the bin, his nose wrinkled in disgust. He whined, "Where's the food? Why have they all got so much worse?"

With a sigh, deciding you had tortured Oikawa and delayed practice enough, you clapped your hands together. "Shoo. Get back to practice and I'll sort this shit out. All offending items will be binned. Only food will be kept."

By the time you had sorted through all the items, the bin bag was full, full enough that it required you to take it out. Only a small pile of food had been found, barely enough to share between the team. You supposed you would forgo your portion in favour of ensuring the first years got something. They were always hesitant to dive in, letting the third years take control. Kyoutani was also threatening, growling at any who got too close to the food he had acquired. You stood up, grabbing the bin bag and hefting it over one shoulder.

A sigh escaped from your lips as you pushed the door open. Maybe Oikawa could start requesting food, you contemplated, shifting the bin bag into your other hand. The weight was surprising considering the items you’d had to dispose of. Honestly, a part of you still couldn’t wrap your head around what Oikawa had received. How could they think Oikawa would appreciate that?

You grunted, swinging the bag into the larger bin around the back of the gym. Stepping back, you dusted your hands off, stretching slightly. As you turned to head back to the gym, a sharp, unfamiliar scent filled your nose. It burnt your nostrils, reeked of aggression and anger. The rational part of you told you to leave, to return to the safety of the gym. But the other part of you, the part that told you to help others, kept you rooted in place.

"Hello?" you questioned, inhaling deeply as you attempted to pinpoint their location. Judging by the strength of the scent, they were close to your location, somewhere to the left of you. You stepped in that direction. "Are you okay?"

A growl cut through the air, and you halted, eyes widening as you saw an alpha leant against the wall, hands clenched into fists. He was panting, nails cutting through the skin of his palm. He looked up, catching your eye and pleading with you. "Stay the fuck away from me. Please. Stay away."

It clicked for you then. The sharp scent growing more prominent, the aggression, the desperation with which he pleaded with you. Immediately, you clamped down on your scent, tugging it in as much as you could and ensuring it didn't head in the alpha's direction. You had to question whether bringing more alphas to him would be an aid. Knowing Oikawa, he would feel the alpha going into rut was a threat and would act aggressive in return. Matsukawa and Iwaizumi would likely be no better if they perceived them to be a direct threat to you. Kyoutani was usually aggressive at the best of times. It went against your better judgement to involve any of the first years. They were too young to be exposed to such danger. Actually, it went against your better judgement to involve any of the team. All you should do, you reasoned, was inform the coaches quietly and keep it hidden from the team.

The longer you stood there contemplating, the weaker you could feel yourself growing, a steady heat rising through your body. You cursed under your breath, a quiet fuck, before raising the volume of your voice. "Just stay here, okay? I'll send the coaches out to help you."

Slowly, you backed away, careful to avoid sending your scent towards him. Your scent was slowly growing sweeter, more enticing. It would cause him to lose his control, a situation neither of you wanted to be in. Judging by the tightening of his muscles and the way he launched a fist into the wall, he had caught a whiff of your change in scent.

"Get away," he growled, a low threatening sound. The spike in his scent told a different story, pheromones strengthening in an attempt to weaken you further.

Your throat felt tight, knees weak as you continued to retreat. Even at the door to the gym, his scent was overpowering. A desperate sound escaped your throat, a high-pitched whine as you collapsed against the door. Footsteps, quick and hurried, echoed from inside, the door being yanked open to reveal Oikawa, the rest of the team on his heels. His lips were drawn, teeth bared at the danger that was hidden from sight. A ferocious growl ripped from his throat at the smell of the alpha in rut.

"Coaches," you gasped, pointing in the alpha's direction. "Alpha. Rut. Get him. Safe."

Iwaizumi shot you a concerned look, picking up on your condition and the overwhelming scent of alpha around you. Oikawa's reeked of possessiveness, rising up to fight against that of the other alpha. Kyoutani's scent was pure anger. He was eager for a fight, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Matsukawa's scent was calm, but domineering enough to add to the scents already assaulting your nose. That was without mentioning the bitter smell of panic drifting from all the first years as they watched in fear.

"For fuck sake," he sighed, kneeling down to pick you up, cradling you to his chest. His soothing pine scent flooded your nose as you buried your face in his chest. A helpless sound escaped your lips as your hands curled into his top. Greedily, you drew in a deep breath, craning your neck up to brush your nose against the scent gland in his neck. Iwaizumi drew in a sharp breath, holding you closer. He looked up, making eye contact with Hanamaki and Watari, and jerking his head towards Oikawa and Kyoutani. "Keep them away from that alpha. I'm taking y/n somewhere safe. Yahaba, get the coaches. Kunimi, Kindaichi, head back into the gym and tidy up."

Iwaizumi didn’t remain long enough to see if the commands he had barked at the team had been followed. In his arms, you were slowly growing more feverish, your breathing coming out in heavy pants. All he could focus on was you. Your nose tickled the scent gland in his neck as you nuzzled against it, finding comfort there. It was a sharp contrast to the scents that had surrounded you previously. Iwaizumi had been the only one to not give in completely to his animalistic urges, his eyes immediately falling on you, his nose sensitive to the change in your scent. His first instinct was to take you to the medical room. However, he knew that you would feel safer at home, within the confines of your nest.

It was fortunate this wasn’t a usual heat. Your body had reacted to the overpowering scent of a young alpha’s rut, preparing you for what may have happened had the young alpha not had so much restraint. It was a defence mechanism, one meant to protect you from what could have been a traumatic experience. Therefore, your body would calm down once you were removed from the situation. As he turned towards the gate, you let out a whimper, “Locker room, Haji. Smells good.”

That whimper was all it took for him to change direction once again, heading towards the room. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but it was clear you craved the scents within there. After all, the team was your pack. You felt safe with them. His mind whirled as he tried to think of how to make it more comfortable. Iwaizumi knew Oikawa had some spare tops in his locker which could help form a cushion. He supposed he could place a couple different training jackets on the floor for you to rest on. His own he would use as a blanket.

Carefully, he placed you on the floor, leaning you against the wall and wrapping his jacket around your form. He brushed a kiss to the top of your head. “Just give me a second. The nest will be ready soon.”

“So hot, Haji,” you whined, tugging at the material of your thin t-shirt. Iwaizumi let out a sigh, scanning the locker room for anything that might cool you down. When he turned back around, you had removed your top and were curled up against the wall. He felt a flush rise to his cheeks, ducking his head as he finished laying the jackets down on the floor. Before moving you, he placed a hand to your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from you.

"Um, do you need a cold flannel?" he questioned, and you shook your head, reaching out to hold him, burying your face on his chest.

"No, just need you," you mumbled, pausing for a second before continuing. "And Tooru. And Issei. And Kentaro. And..."

"I know," he soothed, running a hand down your back, feeling the warmth of your bare skin against the roughness of his palm. "I know. The team will be here soon."

"Okay, Haji," you sighed, letting him pick up your weak body and lay you down on the nest of clothes he had prepared. You turned your nose into the t-shirts acting as your pillow, inhaling deeply when the scent of Oikawa hit your nose. Your hand reached out, grabbing loosely onto his top, stopping him from moving away from you. The continual tugging of his top hinted to him what you wanted. He lay down behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. As you felt yourself relax, felt your body steadily returning to normal, the door was thrown open.

Oikawa stormed in, coming to a halt when he saw you and Iwaizumi curled up on the floor together. He needed no prompting, joining you on the floor and draping an arm over you and Iwaizumi. Oikawa pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, letting out a pleased purr at the smile that tugged at your lips.

"Sorry about earlier," he mumbled, nuzzling his head into your neck. "Shouldn't have lost control. Should've been there for you."

"I had it handled, Shittykawa," grunted Iwaizumi. "Some of us can keep our alpha in check."

"You're so mean to me, Iwa-chan," whined Oikawa.

"He's not wrong, Tooru," you mumbled, though the kiss placed to his forehead showed there was no ill-will behind your agreement. You understood how hard it was to control your instincts, having fallen afoul to them yourself.

He stayed silent, letting his scent weave through the air around you, twining with Iwaizumi's. Just as you were settling in again, the door was thrown open, revealing the rest of the team. Matsukawa and Hanamaki collapsed onto the floor at you feet, the first and second years surrounding you. Kyoutani laid out behind Iwaizumi, partaking purely to help you and make you happy. Kunimi and Kindaichi curled up on the floor beside Matsukawa, while Watari and Yahaba laid down beside Oikawa. You let out a content sigh, breathing in the various scents.

Matsukawa traced patterns on your ankle with his fingertips, shooting you a lazy grin. "Feel better?"

"Much better," you said, another pleased sound escaping your lips. "Thank you."

"No need," said Kyoutani gruffly, rolling onto his side and propping up on one elbow so he could see your form.

"What are you accepting the apology for?" piped Yahaba, shooting a teasing smirk in Kyoutani's direction. "You did fuck all except getting angry."

"Shut up," growled Kyoutani, though he made no move to throw himself at Yahaba, mindful of you.

You felt a smile appear on your face at their interaction, the familiar sound of their arguing reminding you everything was normal and that you were safe.

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silverynight · 3 years

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Big brother

Reki doesn't admit it out loud, but he loves to take care of his sisters. Koyomi is usually locked up in her room and claims she doesn't need him to babysit her so he usually ends up watching over the twins alone when their mother is away.

This time though he's asked her permission to take the little girls to the park to teach them how to skateboard.

Langa is with them; it's not a surprise, he's always with Reki. Sometimes he wonders why he spends so much time with him instead of a cute omega girl. He's a very popular alpha and has been invited to several parties, but doesn't seem interested in them for some reason.

Even though Reki is the only omega in his house (well, at the moment, they don't know about the twins yet, they're too young for that) he likes it.

When they get to the park Reki leaves Nanaka and Chihiro on the ground carefully. He sits next to them and starts putting them the helmets, knees and elbow pads. He's so focused on the task and their excitement he doesn't notice Langa has been staring at him the whole time.

Well... At least until he speaks.

"You look good with kids," he blurts out, prompting Reki to quirk up a brow at him. Langa's scent becomes more intense suddenly, almost protective, and he blushes when their eyes meet. "Would you like to have your own... someday?"

"Of course!" Reki beams at him before turning around at the twins that are constantly demanding his attention. "At least two."

"I-I'd like that too, you know?" Langa mumbles before handing him one of the boards he's been carrying.

"I'm sure you'll soon find a nice omega for you," Reki says absentmindedly, after explaining to the girls how to stand on the board. He helps one at a time, holding them firmly when they get on the board.

Chihiro chuckles and her sister pouts, already making grabby hands at him. Reki smiles at her fondly.

"Be patient, Nanaka. It'll be your turn soon enough."

"I think I-I have already found someone."

Even though he's still watching his sisters, Reki hears Langa clear enough and feels suddenly, inevitably sad, however, he wants to show his friend he supports him so he turns around and grins at him.

"That's great! What's her name?"

"Her?"

"Slime!" Miya stops right in front of Reki, prompting the twins to squeal in excitement, looking up at the cat ears over the teen's hoodie.

"Hi!" They both say at the same time to which Miya just frowns in response.

Reki suddenly remembers that the young alpha is an only child so he's not that surprised by his reaction.

"Who are they? Langa and you have pups already?"

The older alpha groans like he's in pain, covering his face with one hand. Is it really the thought of having pups with Reki so disgusting to Langa?

"They're my sisters! Chihiro and Nanaka!"

At that, the young alpha looks at him like he's been betrayed.

"You didn't say you had siblings!" Miya hisses, looking almost hurt.

"I'm pretty sure I've mentioned it a couple of times," Reki says, confused.

"You didn't," Miya insists, still upset.

"What is it, Miya?" Reki reaches out and strokes that black hair of his, for a moment the alpha leans into the touch, but he quickly moves away.

"Nothing. Anyway, I hope you pay attention because I'm about to do a few tricks. You need to learn a lot."

"Alright, but be careful because my sisters are here."

The girls seem to be really impressed with Miya, they think he's flying in the air and would like to do something like that too; Reki has to remind them they're not ready for that yet.

Langa is watching over the three of them; he's constantly asking Reki if he needs help and preventing the little girls from falling right on time.

Nanako manages to stay still enough for Reki to move her along with the board. When she giggles, delighted, Reki takes her in his arms and gives her a kiss on her little forehead. When Chihiro starts pouting, he leans to give her a kiss as well.

Finally, he notices they're not alone anymore, a group of people are looking in their direction. Langa looks particularly tense.

"Your fans are here, Miya," he says, grinning. "Well, maybe they're Snow fans too."

"They're looking at you," Miya replies, irritated. "You're acting like a perfect omega mommy again."

"What?" Reki blurts out, at the same time his brain goes: 'again?' What is he talking about?

"Are those your sisters?" A pretty girl asks, staring at him with a huge smile. She smells like a beta.

"Yes!" Reki nods. He introduces them quickly, making the girl's eyes glimmer.

"You're such a good big brother," she comments, leaning closer to him. "Can I have your num–"

A growl cuts her off suddenly; it takes Reki a while to realize that it has come from Langa.

"Are you alright?" He asks the alpha who looks a little bit embarrassed out of the sudden.

As he nods, still eyeing the girl, she decides to run away from them.

Reki would like to point out that's not a good way to get a girlfriend, but chooses to keep teaching his sisters the basics.

"Such a pretty omega," an alpha boy comments. Honestly, Reki just assumes he's talking to someone else and doesn't look up until the boy is just a few feet away from him. "You do seem to know how to take care of pups."

"Uh... Thank you?" He's not sure where the conversation is going or why he and the other people around appear to be interested in him.

Before the boy can say something else though, Langa has already walked in between them and is glaring at the other alpha like he wants him to disappear.

They stare right at each other until the other alpha nods and walks away. It's really weird.

"Reki, let's get out of here before Langa kills someone," Miya says, trying not to look worried, however, it's easy to smell the concern in his scent.

Noticing the tension on Langa's shoulders, Reki nods, rises quickly and takes both girls in his arms.

"Let's go, Langa."

The alpha doesn't hesitate, he takes the boards and follows Reki with a smile on his face.

"You're acting like a puppy," Miya tells the other alpha, rolling his eyes, but he follows them as well anyway.

"I'll see you at school, cutie!" A girl tells him, waving a hand at Reki. "I'll help you babysit your adorable sisters whenever you want!"

"Thanks!" He says, although Miya grabs him by the sweatshirt and pulls hard so he keeps moving.

Langa looks like he's going to get sick.

When they get home, Reki gives the girls a bath, puts them clean clothes, makes sure to feed them and finally takes them to their room when they fall asleep.

He doesn't realize that Miya and Langa are having a discussion in the living room.

"What was that all about, Langa? Are you alright?" He asks, sitting on the couch when he comes back. The two alphas sit right next to him at each side.

"I'm... fine."

"He was being a stupid jealous alpha," Miya informs him, prompting Langa to blush to the tip of his ears. "He doesn't like when other people hit on you."

"They weren't hitting on me," Reki protests, feeling his cheeks burning, his blush is probably matching Langa's now. "But I don't understand... what about the omega girl?"

"Reki, there is no omega girl or anybody else for that matter," Langa mumbles, taking both of the redhead's hand in his. "I just want you."

"Oh," he whispers feeling like he's been purposely blind all this time. "I... like you too."

"Would you let me scent you, please?"

Reki has started to realize that Langa is a very possessive alpha, but he kinda likes it. He nods, ignoring Miya's protests or the way he covers his eyes and enjoys when Langa nuzzles his neck.

He kisses him on the lips afterwards, but Reki can't lose himself in the sensation because Miya is already making puking sounds.

"Later," he promises Langa who's eyes darken at the thought.

"You two are disgusting," Miya grimaces.

"Miya is jealous of your sisters," Langa says in revenge.

"What? That's not true!" The young alpha hisses, turning completely red.

Reki is about to ask why, but then all those memories of Miya demanding his attention come back to him at once.

"It's alright," he says, running his fingers through the boy's black hair. "The fact that I have sisters doesn't mean I don't consider you my brother as well."

Miya tries to deny it, but something in him breaks and he jumps into the omega's arms.

"Really?"

"Yes, I consider you part of my family."

Langa embraces both of them, purring happily as he keeps nuzzling Reki on the back of his neck.

"You already scented me," he points out, amused.

"They all need to know you're mine."

Miya protests, but keeps his arms around the omega's waist.

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sunnyrinusstudies · 3 years

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Going FOSS: An Intro to Open-Source software for studyblr (and also some privacy related bits)

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Intro & attempt at TLDR

Hey everyone! Today I’d like to tell y’all something about Open Source Software, and also Why this should matter to you! This’ll probably be the first post of a series I intend to do, because I believe the Studyblr community, even the non-nerd folks, could really benefit from switching some things out in their digital environment. Since this is a long post, I attempted to summarise it below, please do read on if you have the spoons tho!

TLDR?

FOSS stands for “Free and Open Source Software” the “free” part doesn’t necessarily mean it’s free as in free pizza, but mostly means free as in freedom.

There’s a humongous amount of variants on this concept, but the core of FOSS specifically is the four freedoms:

1. To run the program however you want and for whatever you want

2. To study how the program works and to change it in whatever way you want

3. To be able to share it with whomever you feel like

4. To be able to share your modified version with whomever you want

There’s a whole host of software licenses built around these concepts, you can check those out at the Open Source Initiative website, or at Choose A License. Both have a good summary of what they all stand for.

Open Source software is used for a lot of products, nearly every single webserver is an Apache Linux server, Google chrome is built on top of their open source chromium (google is still the devil, but y’know, it’s an example), and even deep deep down, Apple computers run on top of a Linux Kernel. Many more can be listed, but I won’t do that otherwise this isn’t a TLDR anymore.

Now, Why is this important for you? The Open Source Initiative summed it up real nicely already, but heres a short paraphrase:

Control & Security. If software is open source then you can check if it really works the way it does, and to make sure it’s not spying on you. Even if you don’t have the skills for it, someone else who does will be able to check. Also if you don’t like how something works in a program, then you’ll be able to change it or find someone else’s changed version that you like more.

Training. People who want to learn programming can use the code to see what makes programs tick, as well as use it as a guide for their own projects.

Stability. Because everything’s out in the open, that means someone else can take up maintaining a project or make a successor of it, in case the original developers suddenly quit working on it. This is especially important when it’s software that’s absolutely critical for certain tasks.

Community. It’s not just one program. It’s a lot of people working together to make, test, use, and promote a project they really love. Lots of projects end up with a dedicated fanbase that helps support the developers in continuing to work on the software.

I’d like to add one more tho: Privacy, which ties in a lot with the security part. Nowadays with protests going on and everything being online due to the pandemic, folks have been and will be confronted much more with the impact of privacy, and lack thereof. Open Source software means that if any company or group tries to spy on you, then you and anyone who feels like checking, will be able to know and take action on it. Here’s the EFF page on privacy and why it should matter to you

If that got your attention then read on past the readmore button! Or, if nothing else maybe check out the Free and Open Source Software portal on Wikipedia? Or maybe the resources page of the Open Source Initiative?

Terminology: Let’s get that out of the way first

Open Source: The source code that a program is made up of is freely accessible, anyone can look at it and check whether it works well enough or to make sure it doesn’t spy on you.

FOSS: Free and Open Source Software. This doesn’t mean that you don’t need to pay for it, it’s free as in freedom and free speech, not free pizza.

There are four freedoms associated with FOSS:

The freedom to run the program as you wish, for any purpose (freedom 0).

The freedom to study how the program works, and change it so it does your computing as you wish (freedom 1). Access to the source code is a precondition for this.

The freedom to redistribute copies so you can help others (freedom 2).

The freedom to distribute copies of your modified versions to others (freedom 3).

By doing this you can give the whole community a chance to benefit from your changes. Access to the source code is a precondition for this.

FLOSS: Free and Libre Open Source Software. This time it is “free” as in free pizza. The “libre” is french for “free” as in freedom.

GRATIS: Sometimes people use this word to mean “free” as in free pizza. Usually alongside “FOSS”

Licenses : A license is something that tells others what they can or cannot do with your code. Licenses also apply to art and literature, those are copyright licenses. There are many different software licenses and I’m not going to be able to list them all.

The biggest players however are:

Apache License 2.0

The 3-Clause BSD License

GNU General Public License (also known as GPL)

MIT License

Mozilla Public License 2.0

There’s even more and you can find a list of them Here on the Open Source Initiative site There’s so many licenses that there’s even a Choose A License site, where you can pick a license depending on what you want it to achieve

Who and/or what even uses open source software?

You don’t need to be some nerd to benefit from Open Source software, in fact, you’re using open source software right now! The biggest example is the whole entire internet. Websites are stored on servers, and nearly every single webserver is a Linux server. The second biggest browser Firefox is open source, and even google chrome is built on top of “chromium” an open source base. If you dont use an iPhone, then you’re probably on an Android phone. Guess what? Android is part of the Android Open Source Project, which is then built upon a GNU/Linux base. All Open Source. Chromebooks? Built on top of a Linux kernel (like a non-patented engine you could put into any motor vehicle you’d like). Heck, even Apple computers are, at their core, built on top of a Linux kernel.

Neat apps you may wanna check out!

I’ve made a little list of apps that might be especially useful for studyblr folks, but depending on how well this post does I’ll probably make some more posts for specific apps.

TiddlyWiki, has a bajillion different ways to organise your thoughts, and also a lot of variant builds out there. Check out their table of contents if you feel lost! There’s versions available for most big browsers, as well as windows, linux, mac, android, and iOS.

AnyType, is an app that looks and almost exactly like notion, but is much more decentralised. They’re currently still in development but if you want to support them, sign up for early access and give them some feedback so they know what works and doesn’t! They’re still in closed alpha, but are intending to give beta access to about 100 folks at a time throughout 2021, so please sign up if this looks interesting to you!

Trilium Notes, is slightly more like a “notebook”, however you can arrange your notes in nearly infinitely deep folders. You can use things like Relation Maps & Link Maps to visualise your notes and how they go together. There’s even more they do and I just cant list it all, so go check out their stuff for a more comprehensive overview! Works on windows, linux, and (unsupported) mac

LibreOffice and ONLYOFFICE are two office suites that function just as well as micro$oft office, often Even Better in my experience. I’ve used LibreOffice for years now and honestly? never going back. OnlyOffice is technically free (as in pizza), but it’s a slight hassle to get everything set up, cause you need to set it up on a server. They have a paid and hosted version available with educational discounts, but honestly i’d go with LibreOffice.

OnePile, is an app I haven’t used myself since it only runs on Apple stuff. But I’ve heard a lot of good things about it so that’s why it’s in here. It looks like it works similar to most general “note taking notebook” apps. Looks really pretty too honestly.

EtherPad, is similar to ONLYOFFICE, however this one’s a lot more focused on specifically text documents. Works with real-time collaboration which is really neat.

Anything that FramaSoft has going on. They’re a non-profit organisation, dedicated to promoting digital freedom. A lot of open source cloud related things are not really useful to people who don’t have the time and/or money to set up a whole-ass server. That’s where FramaSoft comes in, they do it for you. Just about everything they offer (here’s a full overview) are free (as in free pizza). They also have a separate site to help you get started!

It’s not free to run it all on their side, so if you find yourself interested in using their services please try to support them any way you monetarily can! (they even have a “minetest” server (not minecraft, deeeefinitely not minecraft))

Joplin!! Which is also what I used to write this post so I wouldn’t have to use The Tumble’s post writing thing. It’s good for taking notes, has a bunch of neat plug-ins, and can also sync with a variety of cloud services!

Nextcloud For if you want to go just that little bit further on the open source and the privacy. Nextcloud has honestly way too many features for me to list, but the important parts are that it’s a nigh perfect replacement for office365, and probably even GSuite. The one caveat is that you either gotta host it yourself, or get someone else to host it for you. Framasoft (mentioned above), has a nextcloud instance. It works on just about every single platform, and can integrate with an absurd amount of services. Here’s a list of providers that work with nextcloud, and what different apps they have installed on their server.

I personally use Disroot, because they’re a local (as in, my country) non-profit that offer about 2gb of free storage, and then for about 15 cents per GB per month you can get more storage if you want. They also have an email service which is hella neat. Their one main rule is Do Not Use For Business Purposes, because they’re here to help the individual folks, not companies.

Neat Links you may also want to look at!

Here are some sources, and also resources that I used for this post. There’s also some stuff here that I think folks may be interested in in general.

General Wikipedia Article on Open Source Software

The Free and Open Source Software portal on Wikipedia

Resources page of the Open Source Initiative

Free Software Foundation definition of “free software”

itsfoss page on what FOSS means

itsfoss page on the history of FOSS

Open Source Software Foundation list of projects and apps they really like

Open Source Initiative on “the open source way”, and how it goes beyond software

Check out literally anything the Electronic Frontier Foundation has going on maybe?

TED talk on privacy and why it’s important

The Surveillance Self Defense project by the EFF

This EFF page on privacy for students

ExpressVPN article on privacy (not necessarily endorsing this company, just a good article)

What’s next?

I’ll probably make some more posts on specific kinds of software that I think folks may like. Or maybe a general overview on the more privacy forcused reasons and solutions for doing all of this.

Future post ideas, none of these are set in stone:

Open source Note taking apps

Replacements for just about Every Single google service I can think of

My personal setup

Open source / privacy conscious social media that studyblr folks may be into

Chatting, Calling, Videocalling: Discord and whatsapp alternatives etc

??? More studyblr apps that could do with a FOSS alternative??

How to support open source when you’re not a big fudgin nerd

How to be better at digital privacy and security, while still maintaining that studyblr aesthetic

Apps, software, other stuff, for specific areas of study maybe?

Feel free to suggest other ideas! Or leave feedback! This is my first big resource post so I wanna know if/how I can do better when I make another one!

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 13

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

Even on the last day of their rut, the boys find it hard to control themselves around you. But when the exams finally come, Jungkook finds a way to make it up to you. Now, something seems to be threatening your peaceful life.

“(y/n)! (y/n)! (y/n)!” There was pounding on your door and you groaned, hiding under the covers. It was the day before the first exam and you wanted to get as much sleep as possible. Today was also the last day of heat/rut week.

“(y/n)!” The boys continued to knock. Of course, you couldn’t act like you weren’t home. They’re werewolves and with their sense of smell, they knew you were home. Suddenly, you heard footsteps in your room and another body dove under the covers beside you.

“Intruder!” You nearly screamed but a hand covered your mouth.

“Relax, it’s just me.” His bunny smile was a dead giveaway. Coming out from under the covers, you slapped Jungkook’s chest as he laughed at your scared reaction.

“Not funny!” You scolded.

“I beg to differ.” He snickered and you rolled your eyes, snuggling into your pillow to try and get more sleep.

“How did you come in anyway?” You yawned.

“Hyungs were too distracted to notice me climbing through the window on the side, which by the way, you should lock that. Intruders could come in and really attack you.” Jungkook said and you scoffed. He was talking about intruders coming in when he was the one that broke into your house. You closed your eyes to fall back asleep.

“Hey, don’t sleep.” He whined.

“I’m tired, Koo... I’ve been up studying every night, in between work shifts and chasing horny wolves away.” You said and Jungkook blushed.

“Okay. You’ve worked hard, you deserve more sleep, my mate.” He put an arm around you to draw you into his embrace, letting you press your forehead against his chest.

“You shouldn’t even be here. Your rut isn’t over yet.” You mumbled sleepily. Jungkook remained silent and you lifted your head to get a good look at him.

“Go home, Koo. Bring your brothers with you.” You distanced yourself. Jungkook let out a low growl as you pulled away from his embrace. There was a cloudy look in his eyes, he was definitely not off his rut.

“Koo, stop!” You said sternly as he continued growling.

“Mine.” He said lowly, pulling you closer against him until you were flushed against him. The hand that was on your waist gripped your hip tightly, you were sure that you were going to get a bruise. You couldn’t help the whimper of pain that escaped from you.

“Jungkook, you’re hurting me...” You felt tears prick your eyes.

“Jungkook!” The door burst open and Jungkook was ripped away from your grasp. You gasped as you fell back. Luckily, Hoseok was there to catch you before you could fall off the bed.

“Snap out of it! Do you like seeing our mate hurt?” Yoongi held Jungkook’s collar. Jungkook’s eyes grew soft as he stared at you.

“(y/n), I can’t believe... I...” His chest rose and fell in panic.

“You were hurting her!” Yoongi shook him. Namjoon had to pull them apart. You stepped out of Hoseok’s embrace and held Jungkook. His rut made him very emotional. He could be angry one second and a crying mess the next. Yoongi was similar in the sense that he was very visibly angry with the world. Jungkook cried in your arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated.

“It’s okay, Koo. It’s okay.” You hummed as you rubbed his back. You knew that heats or ruts made them lose control a little and they couldn’t help it.

“I promised I would never hurt you and I did!”

“But you didn’t mean it. It’s alright. I know you didn’t purposely do it. Besides, I’m okay, aren’t I? I’m still standing here.” You rubbed his head. Hoseok consoled a sad Jungkook as you hugged the rest.

“I’ve missed you.” Yoongi and Namjoon were the only ones that stuck to the pack word of ‘keeping a distance’.

“I missed you too, Alphas.” You giggled and they couldn’t help the growl that rumbled in their chests, hearing you call them ‘Alpha’.

“Oops, probably not the right time to joke like that, right?” You blushed and Yoongi couldn’t help but shoot you a dirty look. Namjoon cleared his throat, stiffening slightly as he hugged you. You walked all of them to the door with promises of meeting them tomorrow.

“Study hard for the exam tomorrow!” You shouted as you waved.

The next day came rather quickly. Your heart raced anxiously as you walked to the bus stop. You were so lost in your worried thoughts that you didn’t even notice your 7 mates.

“Hello?” Jimin waved his hand in front of you.

“Huh? Oh! Good morning, boys.” You smiled at them. They could all feel your slightly nervous and negative emotions.

“Don’t psych yourself out. You will do great, hmm? You worked hard and you aren’t one that is falling behind either. You need to trust yourself, give yourself and your beautiful brain more credit.” Namjoon cupped your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. You smiled softly, immediately feeling a little calmer from the effect of his words.

“Thanks, Joonie.” You smiled.

“At least we’ll all be sitting near one another.” You turned to face all of them and they nodded. Indeed, all the boys had a calming effect on you.

“You’ll do fine.” Yoongi grasped your hand as you sat beside him on the bus. He gently rubbed the back of it in an effort to calm your nerves. You leaned your head onto his shoulder.

“Can’t wait to have you over again.” He leaned his head against yours.

“I can’t wait for the exams to be over. It’ll be more relaxing then.” You said and he chuckled in agreement.

When the bus pulled up, all of you got off. Thankfully, everyone was kind of in their own world when it came to the exam season so you didn’t get bullied as much. And now with the boys always around you, most of your bullies backed off. Well, at least the male bullies did.

“Wh*re.” Kira scoffed as she walked past you, bumping shoulders with you. You ignored her, far too jittery about the exams to deal with her.

“Take a deep breath.” Taehyung held your hands in his as he flashed you his signature boxy smile. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You smiled up at him.

“This connects us. If you need to feel calm, we’ll feel it.” Jin showed you his pink crystal necklace and you nodded, touching your white one through your shirt, feeling the rock under your fingers.

“Let’s go.” Namjoon gestured for everyone to enter the classroom. It was time to put whatever you studied with the boys and on your own to use.

You sat down in your allocated seat and the teacher went around checking the classroom to make sure no one had anything to cheat before she headed to the front. Giving everyone one last look, she began to give out the test papers. You received yours with a slight bow of the head and waited for her to start the timer to begin the exam.

“You may begin now.” She said and the sound of multiple papers being flipped was heard.

“Deep breath.” You remembered Taehyung’s words and took a deep breath as you started the first question.

From their seats, the boys occasionally looked up at you. You were so focused that you didn’t even feel the multiple stares on you. Your eyebrows were creased together in a frown as you bit your bottom lip.

“She’s so cute even when she’s so serious and focused.” Jungkook snickered slightly.

“You know how serious she takes this.” Yoongi said.

“It’s all for her grandfather.” Jimin softened.

It was true in that the wolves didn’t need to do well in the exam. Heck, they didn’t even need to go to school. They are princes, they are already feared and ruled the land. They could do whatever they wanted but they stuck around to support you, their mate.

“You have an hour left.” The teacher reminded.

“Hyung, what’s the answer for question 20?” Jungkook asked Namjoon.

“Do it yourself! This is cheating. Besides, you don’t even take this seriously. You were the one that said this is a waste of time. You might as well hand in the paper blank.” Namjoon scoffed.

“But if I do well, (y/n) might give me a reward.” Jungkook whined.

“All the more I wouldn’t tell you. Then I can have her reward all to myself.” Namjoon said smugly.

“Selfish! It’s not fair that you were the one born with the brains of the pack.” Taehyung cried out. Namjoon didn’t care, it was his gift, his blessing that he was the smartest of the pack.

When the exam ended, the teacher went around to collect the papers. Jungkook groaned at his half empty paper, not because he was afraid of failing, he didn’t want you to know that his paper was half empty and not give him a reward for doing well. Honestly, you never even told him of a reward, he was just wishing for one.

“How was it?” Hoseok asked you.

“I think... it was okay.” You gave a small smile. He patted your head, wrapping an arm around you to give you a side hug.

“What are you guys?” You asked. They all shrugged in response, not really caring how well they did for some dumb human exam. You all headed to the cafeteria to wait for the next exam.

“I’ve never been here before.” You whispered.

“The cafeteria?” Jimin asked and you nodded your head.

“I’m always bullied and it’s worse if I’m here alone so I never come here. That’s why my usual spot was that spot underneath the tree out back. But of course, Kira...” You sighed as you remembered that Kira and her group took your only peaceful, quiet spot in the campus.

“It’s okay. You’re not alone now. No one will dare to do anything to you.” Taehyung smiled.

“Thank you.” You blushed. All of you went to get your lunches.

CRASH!

“Oops.” Kira smirked. You looked down at your uniform that was now stained with red kimchi soup. The liquid was hot on the skin as you winced. You felt the stares of all the students in the cafeteria.

“HEY!” Taehyung and Jungkook shouted but Jin and Hoseok held them back to prevent them from shifting and ripping Kira’s head off.

“It was an accident.” Kira blinked innocently. Jungkook growled and Kira jumped slightly in shock. You had to get the soiled clothes off your skin before it started to burn so you ran out of there. Jimin and Yoongi ran after you while Namjoon stayed with the others. Frankly, they were all angry with Kira but shifting here and fighting here wasn’t going to help anyone.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Namjoon shook his head as he stared at Kira.

“Why do you all hang around her? I’m much prettier and richer! She’s a nobody!” Kira stomped her feet in frustration.

“I suggest you not insult her unless you can deal with the consequences of your words.” Hoseok grunted as Taehyung struggled in his hold. They had to get out of here.

“You better watch your back!” Jungkook kicked in Jin’s hold as Namjoon helped to haul them out of there.

“Is she okay?” Jin asked the two that were waiting outside the handicap stall for you. They shrugged in response. You have locked yourself in and not let anyone else in with you, despite the boys knocking and calling out to you. You were busy cleaning your uniform.

“(y/n)?” Namjoon knocked.

“Uh huh? I’m okay. Just cleaning up.” You replied. Opening the door, you poked your head out to see them. They all had worried looks on their faces.

“I can’t sit for the exam in this. They won’t let me in. They’re strict on dress code and I don’t have a spare.” You bit your bottom lip anxiously. You weren’t going to be sent home because of this.

“Wear my shirt. It’ll be a little big but you can tuck it in.” Jungkook offered.

“But you won’t be able to sit for the test.”

“I don’t care about the dumb exam. It’s more important to you than it is to me. Besides, I don’t want to see her face again or I might actually attack her.” Jungkook said.

“Thanks, Koo.” You smiled softly and he ran off to change, coming back in just his blazer and a white undershirt. He handed his clean uniform shirt to you and you went back into the bathroom to change. The shirt smelled just like Jungkook and it made your cheeks heat up slightly as you slipped it on. It was a little big but you tucked it into your skirt.

“Done.” You came out.

“You smell just like Kookie.” Jimin smiled, rubbing his cheek against your gently. You giggled as he kissed your cheek.

“I’ll take that.” Jungkook took your soiled shirt.

“We’ll see you after the exam then.” You cupped his cheek and he nodded, putting his hand over yours.

“All the best. You can do it.” He turned to kiss your palm. He sent you all a lazy wave as you headed back to the classroom. Safe to say, Kira was shocked when she saw you enter with a clean uniform that she didn’t even notice that Jungkook wasn’t with you.

“Where’s Mr Jeon?” The teacher gestured to his empty seat.

“He wasn’t feeling well so he went home.” Jin informed and the teacher looked suspicious but nodded her head. She couldn’t do much if he wasn’t here anyway. Taking the stack of papers, she gave them out.

“You may start writing.” She said.

“Hyungs! T-The... intruder!” Jungkook grunted.

“We need to go. Now.” Namjoon said and you looked worried as Jimin held your hand and pulled you along with them. You were confused at what was going on.

“No time to take the bus.” Yoongi frowned. They couldn’t shift here. It was too risky with there being so many people. Hoseok flagged down two taxis and you all climbed in. You just followed them wordlessly, not wanting to be an obstacle when they were clearly rushing back home for an emergency. maybe something happened with Jungkook?

“Jungkook found the intruder. The one Taehyung fought off.” Jimin explained to you softly and you nodded your head.

“Is he hurt?”

“We’ll find out when we get there. But don’t worry.” Jimin comforted. When the taxi pulled up to the forest edge, the boys immediately shifted.

“You guys go help Kookie. I’ll head back to my house.” You told them and they nodded, running off to save their youngest. Grabbing all their bags, you hauled everything back to your house. But you weren’t expecting to meet a visitor that was waiting for your arrival.

“S-Stay back.” You dropped everything and stepped behind you as the black wolf walked forward, barring his sharp canines at you.

“I’m warning you.” You tried your best to sound brave but the wolf could probably smell your fear. Quickly, you grabbed a small rock and chucked it at him, momentarily distracting him.

“Boys!” You cried out as you took off and ran.

*howl*

You heard the wolf running behind you. The tree branches scratched you and tore your uniform but you didn’t care. You needed to escape.

“No!” You fell onto the ground, turning to see the wolf right behind you. He lashed out to try and bite you but you were quick to draw your limbs in. Suddenly, there was a flash of white and brown. You gasped as Yoongi, Jin and Taehyung stood in front of you protectively. They growled, snapping their jaws at the enemy.

“B-Be careful!” You yelped as they charged at the black wolf, who did the same as them. They clashed and fought each other but the wolf was no match against 3 princes.

“Jin-” Your vision was blocked by Jin putting his tail over your eyes. But you could hear the enemy wolf’s whimper and slowly grow silent.

*whine*

Jin released you and you looked to see Yoongi. Taehyung still stood in a place that blocked your sight of the enemy but you knew well enough what was going on. Your legs were wobbly and scratched that you couldn’t stand properly. Taehyung used his nose to push you.

“Are you sure it is okay, Yoongi?” You checked and he gave a nod. Slowly, you climbed on top of him. Yoongi would be the best candidate since he was an alpha, which made him bigger.

“Let’s go.” You whispered, clutching onto the white fur as they began walking to their house.

“(y/n)!” A fully clothes Namjoon came out and carried you.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Yes. The 3 came just in time.” You smiled softly. He nodded but still noticed the superficial injuries that you had sustained as you were trying to escape. Namjoon turned to bring you into the house.

“Go get changed.” He said to the 3 who saved you. They nodded and disappeared from your sight.

“Here.” Namjoon set you down on the couch.

“Are the rest okay? Jungkook?” You asked as Jimin came with a first aid kit. Jin, now also fully clothed, jogged down the stairs to help the younger in cleaning your wounds.

“Jungkook is okay, normal injuries that would heal rather quickly. Hobi took most of the attacks. He is a little more roughed up that Jungkook but he will be okay. Don’t worry about a thing.” Namjoon patted your head. You winced as Jin dabbed alcohol disinfectant on your open wounds. Jimin placed a band aid over your cheek while Jin tended to your knees.

“May I see Hobi?” You asked.

“Of course.” Namjoon carried you up and headed to Hoseok’s room. You couldn’t help but gasp at his condition.

“Hobi...” You whispered and he opened his non black eye to see you. Even when he was beaten up with bruises and cuts, he was still able to give you his sunshine smile.

“Hey.” He smiled.

“It must hurt.” You held his hands in yours as Namjoon set you down beside Hoseok on his bed. Hoseok shook his head.

“I’ll heal in a couple of days. What about you? I don’t like seeing my mate hurt with bandages.” He frowned, running his fingers over your bandaged knees then touched the band aid that Jimin put on your cheek.

“I’m fine. They’re all superficial.” You said softly.

“My strong mate.” Hoseok leaned in to kiss your temple. You put your arms around him gently to hold him and soon enough, Hoseok fell asleep. You heard that Jimin had given him some strong painkillers to help with his pain and healing process.

You were now curious. You wanted to know who was so set on hurting you and the pack, and why?

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Mine [Tomura Shigaraki]

This is a bit different from most of my other writing I think? Read the content warnings. It’s not as fluffy as a lot of my other writing. It was just an idea that wouldn’t go away and I finally got it all written out.

Sorry I haven’t updated much this week, first week back at work has been rough. Always open for requests though, especially headcanons or thirsts/drabbles atm.

CW: Omegaverse (Alpha!Shigaraki, Omega!Reader), female reader, NSFW, dubcon , blood, violence, kidnapping

Distressed omegas were meant to be a cowering, whimpering mess. They were meant to be easy to control, to comply subserviently with an Alpha, or even a Beta, in order to remedy whatever situation had them in such a state. Distressed omegas were most certainly not meant to be snarling, snapping and occasionally sending ripples of electricity and broken earth out at their captors. Which is exactly what you were doing.

It was supposed to be an easy job, scope the place out, report back on your findings. The place was not, according to all the previous intel, supposed to be a hideout for one of the most notorious villain groups in all Japan. But just your luck, that was exactly what it was. You’d expected to die, honestly, when the small blonde had appeared out of nowhere. Maybe dying would have been the better option, rather than being tied up and surrounded by the League. You weren’t even entirely sure why you weren’t dead, she’d mumbled something about your scent and in a blurry series of events you’d found yourself here, growling at their leader as he crouched before you, easily recognisable with the hand obscuring his face.

“Can someone tell me why we have a distressed omega in the middle of our floor?” He rasped, taking his eyes away from you for a moment to scan the group. “We caught her sneaking around!” Toga grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Right. So why is she here and not, say, dead?” Shigaraki growled, before whipping his head back to you, nose wrinkled. “And will you stop that? You smell terrible.” You merely snarled in response. You knew your distress tinged your natural scent with a sour note that wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t as if you could control the feeling given your current predicament. “Um, boss, we do have her tied up. It’s probably not entirely her fault.” “Spinny is right. She smelled so good before~” Toga beamed. You snorted. “She’s bleeding, of course you thought she smelled good.” “Not like that! The blood smelled good, but she smelled right before she started bleeding. Then she smelled better~” Tomura sighed, shifting forwards towards you to try and see what the beta girl meant. You shuffled backwards, baring your teeth at him in a snarl, sparks skittering off your skin towards him. Tomura snarled back, sharp canines glinting from between chapped lips in a clear threat. “Stop it! I could just kill you you know?” He glanced over his shoulder, missing the way your body drooped in poorly hidden hurt at his next words. “You just had to bring a broken omega didn’t you brat?” Broken. You’d heard that before. No one wanted an omega who snarled and snapped back, instead of submitting at the drop of a hat. Omegas were supposed to be subservient. Motherly. They were supposed to have supportive roles. You were none of those, topped with an offensive type quirk, you weren’t what anyone would look for in an omega mate. You were broken, by their standards. “Stop. Calm down.” You reacted immediately to the new Alpha voice, your body relaxing against your own will, every fibre of your being racing to obey the alpha’s command. You turned your head to scowl at the man who’d pulled such a dirty trick, stupid Alpha’s and their stupid ability to make Omega’s obey. A scarred face grinned back at you, Dabi you realised, another strong Alpha - had to be to make you submit like that when you were so riled up. “You could’ve done that too you know creep, threatening her wasn’t going to make her any less distressed.” He huffed. “You’re the worst Alpha I’ve ever met.” Tomura scowled, scratching at his neck. “You must not spend much time with yourself.” Dabi huffed a laugh, leaning against the wall behind you. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your neck, clearly watching for you to make some move to attack as Tomura shifted closer. His scent was getting stronger, too much so to just account for his proximity. He was trying to calm you, you realised belatedly, a hand twitching near his neck as if he didn’t dare scratch at the damaged glands further. It took a moment for the scent to really hit you, your eyes going wide and panicked as your body reacted, the urge to fling yourself towards him and flee warring between each other and leaving your frozen in place. You shook your head as a needy whine bubbled from your throat unbidden. Tomura fell backwards, brows pinched together in what you thought was a similar kind of distress. In a panic you tried to focus on a different scent, anything to push the scent of dusty rooms and decaying leaves and belonging from your nose. Your head whipped to Dabi behind you, breathing deeply through your nose. He was another Alpha, surely his scent should do something to mask Tomura’s, but the smoke and spice was far too faint to cover whatever the other Alpha had pumped through the room. Noticing your gaze Dabi just offered a lazy shrug, tilting his head slightly with a smug smirk. The burn scars that covered his neck must have messed with his scent glands, which also explained the tang of burnt flesh you got from him. The Betas weren’t doing much either, and everyone smelled faintly of blood, including you. With another needy whine you gave up and focused hard on the floor, trying not to breathe more than strictly necessary. The world around you blurred and faded as you fought every instinct in you screaming to reach out to the Alpha and bare your neck to his teeth. 'Stupid body, stop it. I'm better than this, I've met plenty of strong Alphas before.' 'But none of them smelled like that. Good enough to make you react like this' your traitorous mind whispered back. 'Screw that. I am not my secondary gender. I'm a hero. I don't roll over for anyone, and certainly not an infamous villain. No matter how good he smells…' 'Smells like mate. Your Alpha.' '...mate. No!'. You snarled into the floor, not quite sure when you’d shifted position like this. You vaguely registered the shuffle of feet, Tomura had stood and moved away at some point, and the low rasp of orders. "Spinner, go put her somewhere." "Okay? Uh, where?" "Anywhere but here." A door slammed and you felt yourself being lifted, heated over a shoulder. Spinner you guessed, he smelled weird, even under the blood and soft scent that marks him as part of the pack. His smell was dry, like sand and tanned leather and something reptilliant you couldn't place. He jostled you slightly as he moved down some stairs, making you hiss at him in irritation. He growled back, finally dumping you in a small cellar, your hands still tied.

“What was that all about?” Toga asked, spinning a knife in her hands. “You can’t guess?” Dabi sighed. “Do you know anything?” Toga just shrugged, humming to herself. “I know how to stab people.” “From the omega’s reaction I’d say she smelled a mate.” Compress sighed. “I’m sure you can piece together who from the reaction.” “Oh. Oh. Maybe that’s why she smelled so nice before.” Dabi shrugged. “What did she smell like before? I only got the sour distressed smell, and… well.” Toga winced, the sour smell had been unpleasant sure, but the strange musk after it hadn’t been so bad. It reminded her of how things smelled after she got to play with blood. “She smelled good, like thunderstorms and old things. A bit like the bar when we first got here, except with more lightning.” “That explains it. Creepy hands McGee is going to be a child about it though.” Dabi hummed. “You should have more faith in our leader.” Dabi shot Compress a disbelieving look and shook his head. “This is going to be a pain.”

You weren’t sure how long you’d been trapped in their cellar. Two days maybe, if they were bringing you three meals a day, longer if not and well… three meals a day seemed a little too generous for the group of villains. Yet no one had come to find you, probably assumed you were dead you reasoned, but the abandonment stung somewhere deep in your chest. You’d smelled your mate several times since you’d been captured too, lurking outside the door but never coming any further. Each time the battle with your instincts got harder, the omega inside you begging to call out, to crawl to the door and beg for him to come in. Occasionally small whimpers would slip past your lips, ones that you would scold yourself for, but worse was the answering growl that sometimes came from the other side of the door. Low and possessive and filled with a promise of something both dangerous and so, so tempting. Those times it was even harder to stay back, your body trembling from the effort of staying still. You didn’t want him, not logically, he was dangerous and cruel and evil. Everything opposed to what you worked for in life. But your traitorous body smelled a mate, the first one you’d met since high school, and it wanted him so badly it ached.

Meanwhile Dabi was getting more and more frustrated, nothing was happening with the League while their boss was fixated on their captive, and while he didn’t really care about the League’s goals where they diverged from his own, the inactivity was boring the others and their restlessness was driving him insane. That and the constant growling of the other Alpha made his hackles rise, part of him he thought he’d buried long ago wanting to fight over the omega. It was stupid and he hated it, so it needed to be solved, and he knew just the thing to kick Shigaraki into action.

You snapped awake from a fitful sleep as you heard the door to the cellar opening. A traitorous part of your mind hoping it would be your mate. Instead the faint smell of burning caught you nose and you huffed, turning away from the other Alpha. You heard a growl from behind you but ignored it, pulling the blanket around you protectively. “Go away.” There was a rough laugh. “I don’t think so little Omega. All this pining is getting annoying.” You huffed. “There is no pining. But if you’re here to kill me just get it over with, this cellar smells terrible.” “Tempting but no” he grabbed your shoulders, flipping you onto your back in one swift motion “I’ve got a much better plan.” Your body tensed up, preparing to fight whatever this asshole planned to do to you, despite the power-dampening bands they’d locked onto your wrists. You pulled your legs up, closing them tightly, ready to kick him away. But Dabi was deceptively strong, pinning your legs down with one arm as his other grabbed something from his coat pocket, binding it over your nose and mouth. A gag, you thought at first, ready to scream for help that probably wouldn’t come as soon. But then the smell hit you, your eyes going wide and panicked. It was his smell, dusty and decaying and enough to set all of your nerves on fire. You thrashed on the bed, tossing your head around and trying to get it off, get away from the intoxicating scent, but Dabi had a hand pressed hard against your throat. “Behave.” You froze with a whimper that you hated yourself for. “Good Omega. Now, we just need to wait until your heat kicks in and this’ll all be over.” You struggled weakly again, your heat hadn’t been very far off when you first broke in here anyway, the overwhelming scent of Alpha, of Mate, would only bring it on faster. And with Dabi pressing down on your neck you felt you might pass out before you could get the clothing off you. Everything was hazy and the blood was pounding in your ears as the edges of your vision darkened.

Dabi sighed, climbing off you and sniffing the air. Beneath the sour sting of distress he could smell the sweetness and thick musk that signalled an impending heat. A couple hours and you’d be in full heat he figured, plenty of time to convince the creep to get down here and trap him in here with you. Dabi figured he’d either kill you, fuck you and then kill you or (and it was probably the least likely) actually claim you as a mate and stop this ridiculous moping. Maybe having an omega around the place would be useful, you were supposed to be good at looking after people and all that shit and god knows these idiots need it. Now he just had to convince the creep to actually enter the cellar.

In the end it was easier than he thought. All he had to do was suggest you were in some kind of danger and some long dormant Alpha instincts seemed to kick in, sending Shigaraki darting into the cellar before his brain could catch up with what he was doing. With a satisfied bark of laughter Dabi slammed the door shut again, banking on the boss’ instincts kicking in before he could think of disintegrate the door with his quirk. Sliding the lock shut he turned to address the door, raising his voice so he could be heard inside. “We’re all sick of your nonsense, so either fuck or kill each other. I don’t care.” You were staring wide eyed at Shigaraki from your makeshift blanket nest, a sheen of sweat making your skin almost glow in the dim light. The room stank with the scent of your heat, sickly sweet and tinged with ozone. For his part Shiagraki had pressed himself back against the door, staring at you as if you were about to pounce on him and eat him alive. Though, in his defence, your instincts were screaming at you to do exactly that. In a way it was almost funny, that something so simple could reduce someone so powerful to panic like this, but you knew how dangerous that could be at the same time, how easily he could kill you. You tried to growl at him, but it came out more like a needy whimper, a ripple of pain running through your body. You knew it was only a matter of time before he lost control, maybe it was better to just get it over with… the way your body was screaming at you was getting harder to ignore too. Before you realised what was happening you had started to crawl towards him, his snarl the only thing that snapped you out of the heat daze and made you stop. “Stay back.” You froze, studying him carefully. He was trembling, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face, his hands frozen into claws on the floor, pinkies raised. So it was getting to him faster than you bargained for. Great. “I’m trying!” You hissed. “Try harder!” You narrowed your eyes, a snarl escaping your lips. “Screw you.” He answered with a growl, deep and low in his throat, the sound making you whine and press yourself to the floor on instinct, hips raised in the air. In the few seconds it took you to realise what you were doing something in Tomura snapped, the scent of your heat and the submissive mating position sparking every instinct in his body. In a flash you’re trapped beneath him, feeling the solid press of his length against your ass. He’s trembling, barely restrained as he ruts against your clothing. It’s sweet, in a twisted way, that he’s this far gone but still trying to hold on to a thread of control, to wait for your consent. And with him pressed so close, his intoxicating scent filling your nostrils, you know you can’t hold off much longer. Each time you try to say no it comes out as whine, your heat growing stronger with each passing heartbeat. “Please.” It comes out as a whine, but your hips rocking back against his is more than enough to tell him what you want.

His fingers scrabbled at your pants, careful to keep his pinkie away from the clothes even in this state. You heard the groan as he saw the mess of slick sticking to your underwear, you could feel it starting to run down your legs, the smell almost overwhelming. You heard more fabric rustle before you felt him pressing against you, felt the quiver in his body as he stilled with his head just pressing at your entrance. You whined, low and needy, bucking your hips back against him again, knees pressed together by your hastily tugged down clothes and chest cold against the floor. Behind you he growls, hips bucking forwards with enough force to almost push you over. His body folded over yours, hands pressed against the floor, away from you. A small thing, but it speaks volumes about his unwillingness to hurt you, that the bond of knowing you’re mates has stuck with him too. It’s the last coherent thought you have before your brain is completely overcome with a haze of lust, devoid of any thoughts except how good his cock feels inside you, hard and heavy rubbing along your inner walls. Your hands scrabble against the floor as he bucks up into you, pressing against a spot on your insides with every thrust that makes you see stars, his breath a series of harsh pants in your ears. There’s no dirty talk, no indication how much he’s enjoying this aside from the occasional ‘fuck’ or low moan. You could feel his knot pressing against your entrance, stretching you a little more with each thrust, brushing against your clit and pushing you closer and closer to your release. You knew anyone who passed would be able to hear your wanton moans and whimpers through the door, too lost in pleasure to control your volume. “Please. Please knot me Alpha, mate.” You whined, rocking back against him. “Need you.” There was a low chuckle from above you, dark and twisted. “Lost all your fight little omega? How pitiful.” You whined, clenching down around him. It was all it took for him to thrust hard once more, his knot pushing past your outer ring and locking itself inside you. The sudden pressure tipped you over the edge, spasming around his dick, barely aware as he made a final few shallow thrusts before groaning and tipping over the edge himself, filling you with his warm come. The pain of his teeth latching onto your neck, the sharpened canines piercing through the bond mark, was enough to bring you out of your daze. “Mine.” Locked together you could feel his tongue lapping at the wound, cleaning the blood and soothing the sting of the bite. You tried not to struggle, worried the movement would anger him, even as you could hear the mutterings of ‘mine, my omega’ against your skin. With the worst of your heat sated right now you could almost think clearly again, despite the stretch of his knot inside you firing all kinds of signals inside your body. You’d allowed yourself to be claimed by one of the biggest villains in Japan, in a dingy basement against a cold stone floor. He’d bitten you and marked you as his. There was no way they were going to let you out of there now, no matter how much you begged or used your ‘omega charms’ on them. You were trapped. At least the claim would offer you some protection from the others, or so you hoped.

What on earth had you gotten yourself into?

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