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stevieschrodinger · 2 months

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TW for Eddie getting hurt (but he's okay). And Human Trafficking.

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“Again? Seriously?”

Eddie knows he should keep his mouth shut. He knows he should. He just...doesn’t seem to be able to.

It probably doesn’t help that Eddie is one hundred percent done with this. This isn’t a life. A gilded cage is still just a cage, and Eddie’s getting to the point where antagonizing the guards is a hobby.

“Wear it, or I’ll make you wear it,” the lackey snarls, shoving the flimsy white fabric against Eddie’s chest.

“You fucking wear it!”

And that’s it. The guys an Alpha, he’s like, literally twice the size of Eddie, and it all happens so fast Eddie’s winded by the floor before he knows what hit him. And then it comes, the whistling noise of the cane singing through the air. Eddie is intimately familiar with the noise.

And just like usual, Eddie can’t keep his noises in, he curses, he calls the guard every name under the sun, he screams and starts to cry but in the end is reduced to a compliant heap, the same as every other time.

They strip him naked and splash freezing water on his face, gets rid of the snot and tears and no doubt the flush he has on his cheeks. His feet are burning, throbbing, and Eddie wants to collapse back to the floor to take the pressure off.

He’s shoved into the white dress, “you so much as blink wrong out there and you won’t be standing for a fortnight.”

Eddie dips his head; he knows it’s true. They’ve done it before. So he gives in. They’re breaking him more and more easily. Eddie doesn’t want to give up; he just doesn’t feel like he has the energy any more.

He’s been here the longest, he’s the only one that’s never sold. It’s only a matter of time before his body ends up in a shallow grave out on the ranch somewhere.

He limps into the dining room, freshly sprayed with heavy duty scent blockers. Eddie’s vaguely aware they’re eating lunch, and if his feet weren’t fucking stinging the way they are, he has no doubt his stomach would growl at the smells.

Eddie doesn’t make it that far before he catches Hagan waving a hand at him, “get him out of here, he's bleeding on the rug.” Eddie does his best to oblige, but he can only move so fast with the injuries on his feet.

Hagan, out of everyone here, is not someone you want to piss off. Eddie learned that too, very early on.

"Him," someone says behind Eddie, "I want him."

Eddie turns back again, despite the fact that it can’t possibly be him the Alpha is referring too, there are other male omega here, after all. But no. The Alpha is standing now, and he’s looking right at Eddie.

Well, fuck.

Because as much as Eddie has dreamed of this day, of getting the fuck out of here...that Alpha could be worse. The possibility is always there. This could be a frying pan into fire type situation, and there’s fuck all Eddie can do about that.

Hagan makes a noise, scoffs, "Steve, come on, have a proper look. Don't pick that one. Get a pretty one."

The Alpha is irritatingly good looking at first glance, and he becomes even more so in Eddie’s eyes when he flashes a look of irritated disgust at Hagan, "no, he'll do."

Oh, Eddie ‘will do’ will he? Okay, maybe the Alpha isn’t that good looking, after all.

"Oh," Hagan laughs, "I get it, just gonna' wreck him anyway, right? That's fair, can always get another," and he's laughing again and suddenly Eddie is ice cold with fear. Hagan called this guy Steve; clearly they know each other. Is that the type of Alpha this Steve guy is?

Everyone else is shooed out of the room, and Eddie stands there on his throbbing feet, hearing, to the dollar, how much he’s worth.

More than he thought, if he’s being honest.

Alpha Steve doesn’t even flinch at the price.

Eddie’s certain Steve must be doing fifteen over the limit, which, honestly, he doesn’t care. It means Eddie’s traveling fifteen over the limit away from a place he never wants to see ever again, so it works for him.

"Look, uh, hey, you have a name?"

"Eddie," he answers, but only because he genuinely doesn't want to antagonize this guy right out of the gate.

"Right. Eddie. So. This is...well it's going to sound a bit wild but...I'm kind of here for the FBI. I mean. I don't work for them, or anything, but...I was...asked, I guess, to get evidence. So don't worry about everyone else, they're getting rescued later so. That's. A thing, I guess?"

Eddie just sort of sits there for a moment, feeling stupid. FBI. Rescue??? Maybe he hit his head or he's dreaming or something but...no, his feet are stinging like a bitch and he can very clearly remember how the whole day has gone so far. He’s awake, and this is real.

"Yea. Yeah, I guess that's a lot to take in. But we can talk about it...later? Do you have family? Like, shit, do you have somewhere to go? I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to actually like...buy, a person. Couldn't leave you there though."

The Alpha’s...rambling. Which, Eddie kind of figures now that this guy wasn’t joking when he said he doesn’t work for the FBI. He looks nervous, actually, white knuckling the steering wheel. In Eddie’s experience, if something seems to good to be true, then it almost definitely is. This guy is giving off no scent, and there's no scent in the car anyway. Either it's a rental or something, or this guy wears blockers most of the time. There's even one of those fancy scent diffuser things plugged into the dash. So other than being visibly unsettled Eddie’s got nothing to go off of.

But then, why would he lie? He’s bought Eddie fair and square, and like most Alphas, he’s probably carrying double Eddie’s body weight, plus he knows Eddie's already injured. Eddie could be going from one prison to a...worse prison. But...again, this guy has no reason to lie, right?

"I've...I've got an uncle. Haven't seen him for years. I don't...know,” it’s pretty true, without giving too much away. The possibility that this guy could be serious is...it feels to big of an idea to absorb. Eddie might be free? He'll maybe see uncle Wayne again? This guy is going to just...let Eddie go? Eddie's known, for literal years, that he had two ways out of the ranch, out front, bought and paid for, or out back, in a body bag. The sudden possibility of a third option is so out of left field Eddie doesn't know what to do with it.

"Right, right okay. We can talk to Hopper about it," Steve spots a drive through, "you hungry?"

Eddie has absolutely no fucking clue what a ‘Hopper’ is, but at the sight of the beautiful golden arches, his priorities shift drastically, "oh fuck me yes," Eddie says it with such vehemence that Steve laughs, he’s got a nice laugh, this Alpha. And unless he’s playing the long con...why the fuck would he even worry if Eddie’s hungry? "I haven't left the ranch for two years, and they never let us eat anything like that, it's bad for our skin. Plus, we have to stay thin and pretty."

Steve’s expression changes in an instant, he looks genuinely horrified by what Eddie’s just revealed, “you can have absolutely anything you want.”

Eddie takes him at his word and orders half the damn menu.

Well, Eddie figures, the FBI thing is true, and this is a Hopper, and man he looks like he’s had enough, "you were not supposed to buy a human being," he very clearly tells Steve. Eddie’s feet are stinging a little on the asphalt, but as long as he doesn’t move too much, it’s bearable. And even though he’s still wearing the fucking nightdress, like hell was he missing this conversation.

"I know but-" Steve starts to protest, which Eddie thinks is kind of brave, because if Steve is twice Eddie’s weight, Hopper is basically a giant. Hopper stops him dead with a glare, and Steve hands over his phone and strips off his suit jacket and hands that over too, leaving him in a pristine white shirt.

Hopper waves him off, "you did good."

Hopper does something to the back of Steve's phone, peeling something away from it, before giving it back and then turning his attention to Eddie, "somewhere I can take you kid? Any family?"

"I only have an uncle, but I don't...it's been years, I haven't seen him since I was little."

Hopper rubs is hand over his face, the rasp of stubble loud, before he lights another cigarette, "I'll have to find you a motel somewhere while we figure this out." And that sparks a twinge of...fear. Eddie has lived with a group of Omega for years, and the ranch was a lot of things but...they had meals provided, they didn't have to think about money, or clothes, or anything mundane like that. The prospect of suddenly being completely alone...completely alone and potentially vulnerable, is not in any way appealing.

"He can stay with me." Steve suggests out of fucking no where, "I've got...a lot of space," he trails off, looking kind of sheepish that he even suggested it. At some point, somewhere between the rescue, the McDonalds, and right this moment, Eddie kind of decides, tentatively, at least, that Alpha Steve might just be an alright guy.

Hopper raises an eyebrow at Eddie, Eddie shrugs, playing down his relief, "not like I've had any better offers lately."

Hopper snorts, but he hands over a business card to Steve, "this is highly unorthodox, but...I don't care. I've got bigger things to worry about. Text me any details the kid can give you on the uncle. I'll be in touch."

And then Hopper just...drives away. Steve fiddles with the card Hopper just gave him, and Eddie can see it says FBI and all that good stuff on it. This is feeling more and more real as time stretches on.

"So is there anything you...want? Need?" Steve asks him.

Eddie feels kind of bad about the sheer amount of money he’s already cost Steve today, "I mean, I don't have any cash, obviously, and I heard how much money you shelled out- I mean, do you think you can comp me from the FBI? Man, you didn't even get a receipt for me."

And that...makes Steve laugh, like really, makes him laugh. And Eddie joins in, not that he thinks he’s funny particularly, but because Steve is just so...well. Maybe it’s a relief too, that Eddie is finally out of that place, and the truth of that is finally sinking in. He’s free. Feels a little delirious with the possibility of freedom.

And there’s only one way to celebrate something like that, “can we get milkshakes?”

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merrybloomwrites · 5 months

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I Hear Them Calling (Chapter 2)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: Y/N & Harry separately reflect on the event that brought them together and cope with the feelings it raised.

AN: It's a bit of a shorter chapter than I originally planned, guess I'm still getting back in the swing of writing after a very crazy week. This chapter is very introspective I would say. Less action than I normally include, but I thought all this was important to set up future chapters, if that makes sense.

Previous Chapters: Prologue ; Chapter 1

CW: Mentions of a previous attempted assault

Word Count: 3.2k

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On Sunday morning you wake up in a cold sweat. You certainly hadn’t had a peaceful night of sleep. You’d been plagued with nightmares of the alpha and what he had done.

It’s early, the sun is just starting to rise, but you give up on sleep. You know that if you close your eyes, you’re just going to keep seeing that man and the paralyzing fear will come back. Distractions are the way to go.

As always, you make yourself a cup of tea to start the day. But it doesn’t sooth you the way it normally does. In fact, you’re feeling even more anxious. You’re confused why a scent you now associate with Sarah, one of the nicest alphas you’ve ever met, is causing such a negative reaction in your body.

You start to run through everything that happened the night before. It all comes back in vivid detail. Up until one point when it suddenly went dark, and your memories become fuzzy and confusing.

What the hell had even happened there? Because it wasn’t a drop. You had dropped twice before, and this was different. You’re completely unaware during a drop and have no memories after. Instead, you’re just left feeling dizzy, and so, so alone.

But this time wasn’t like that. It was hazy, sure, but you were still somewhat aware of your surroundings. You were aware that even after you practically lost consciousness, he still moved closer to your neck and tried to forcibly scent you. You remember falling, knowing you wouldn’t be able to catch yourself. But someone was there to break your fall and help you sit.

That’s when you were surrounded by the tea scent. At the time you had no idea it belonged to such a kind and gentle person. You just knew there was still an alpha touching you, and you had no clue what their intentions might be. But then you became aware of the calming pheromones they were releasing. This immediately helped you relax and made you start to trust this unknown alpha.

You had picked up on the presence of another alpha nearby. One who was releasing a bitter, angry scent before quickly switching to a calming one as well. Now you know that it was Harry, though his scent at the time was nothing like the wonderful one that permeated his dressing room.

The next memories are quite embarrassing to remember. You’re happy that Rachel had taught you about Harry’s band before the show. Because at least you could identify that the man who’s lap you were in was his guitarist, Mitch.

And then you think about how wonderful they all were. How they took care of you and made sure you were okay. Especially Harry.

You still can’t figure out what that was about. He was so protective, so worried. That alone had your omega trying to stake claim on the man. Never before had someone cared that much about you and your wellbeing. And then his scent. God, it was amazing. You’re eternally grateful you didn’t see him again after the show. You know you would have said or done something stupid. His smell would probably be more prominent after a show, sweat washing off the extra scent blockers he obviously wore in public.

Your mind starts to wander thinking about how delicious his scent probably is when it’s direct and unmasked. It’s a good thing your phone dings, pulling you back to the present before your thoughts can turn into inappropriate territory.

It’s Jada, sending you the videos she took the night before and informing you that Harry will set aside up to 6 tickets for whichever day you choose. You thank her for the videos and let her know you’ll get back to her after talking to your friends.

You’re not ready yet to talk about what happened at the show, so you hold off texting your friends for the moment. You know you’ll need to explain what happened, since you don’t want to lie about why you’re getting these tickets, but it can wait a few days.

Getting back to your distractions you spend the day deep cleaning your apartment and running errands. Anything to keep your mind busy.

You send the videos to Rachel and make plans for her to come over for lunch Saturday. You’ll tell her the truth about the concert then. Violet reaches out in the group chat, checking that you and Ameila will still be coming over for your usual Friday night hangout that week. That somehow leads to a discussion about favorite types of soup and by the time you’re all done debating broccoli cheddar versus tomato basil, it’s time for bed.

You’re exhausted from the sleepless night prior and you hope that you’re so tired you won’t have any dreams. Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen. Of course not. No, you once again have nightmares of the alpha. Unlike the night before, when it had just been repeats of what happened, now it was what could have happened. All the worst-case scenarios.

Monday morning rolls around, and you might actually be more tired than you were before bed. You go to make your cup of tea and see hot chocolate mix on the shelf. For a moment you hesitate and then grab the container, making a mug of cocoa. It’s a bit of an odd choice, since it has zero caffeine and it’s August, but it feels like the right thing to do.

The smell of the chocolate immediately settles you, and you feel more at ease than you have in days. You have a theory why, but you try not to think too deeply about it as you continue your morning routine.

You sit at your desk to begin working for the day. You normally love that you have a completely remote job as a data analyst. But it’s a rough morning for you. You’re restless, completely unable to sit still, like there’s ants crawling under your skin.

Nothing gets done, so when it hits 1PM and you still haven’t crossed a single thing off your to-do list you decide to leave the apartment to get lunch. You pack up your laptop, thinking maybe your afternoon will be more productive with a change of scenery.

You grab a sandwich from the local deli and walk to the nearby park. You sit at a table next to some rose bushes. Their fragrance is strong, and it settles you. You sit for hours, completing all the work you wanted to accomplish that day.

It’s obvious why the roses helped you feel better. For the same reason the chocolate smell calmed you that morning. You’re embarrassed that Harry’s scent, even just reminders of it, has such an effect on you, but you lean into it.

There’s a boutique by the park that you know sells candles and other scented things, so you go in with one goal in mind. After smelling way more candles than is probably socially acceptable you find one that you think will work. It’s woodsy, and just a little floral. It’s missing the chocolate component, but you figure it’s as close to Harry’s scent as you’ll get. It also comes as a reed diffuser and a room spray, so you purchase all three.

That night before bed you set up the diffuser and have another cup of hot chocolate. You finally sleep peacefully through the night and wake up refreshed.

You follow this routine all week, switching your normal tea to hot chocolate, working outside by the rose bushes, and ensuring your home smells like Harry.

On Friday night you head over to Violet’s house. The night starts off as usual, take out and a movie that you barely watch as you catch up and talk about your weeks.

“So, how was the concert?” Amelia asks.

For a second you nearly lie. Almost say, oh it was great and show the videos Jada took for you. But they’re your best friends, the people you can tell anything. You take a deep breath and say, “He definitely puts on a good show. But unfortunately, I didn’t really see it.”

“What do you mean?” Violet asks.

“There was this alpha in the audience,” you begin, and your friends immediately tense up, knowing where the story is likely to go.

“I noticed him the second I got there and moved to blend in with the crowd. I thought I had lost him, but I went with some girls to the bathroom and apparently he’d followed me and waited outside. When I walked out of the bathroom he used his alpha voice and made me follow him to a secluded area.”

“What a bastard!” Amelia interjects and Violet nods her head in agreement.

They see the tears welling in your eyes and move closer, each wrapping an arm around you before you continue.

“Once he got me alone he used his alpha voice again. I couldn’t move or say anything. He tried to scent me, and honestly was probably going to do a lot worse things. But I went into a half-drop or something.” You pause, taking a deep breath and they hold you even tighter to comfort you.

After calming down again you say, “And then things got weird.”

“I’m sorry, they weren’t weird already?” Amelia asks.

“Honestly, no. They were awful, but as an omega, not unexpected. What was weird, was waking up literally sitting in Mitch Rowlands lap with Sarah Jones and Harry Styles watching me from across the hall.”

“Harry Styles?” Violet says incredulously.

“Yes,” you reply.

“The Harry Styles?” Ameila adds.

“Yes, guys. The real Harry Styles.”

“Why was he there? Wouldn’t security be taking care of the situation? Not the performer?”

You realize Amelia makes a good point. Why did Harry and his band members respond to this incident? Wouldn’t it make more sense that they stay far away from potentially dangerous situations?

After thinking for a moment, you say, “He and Sarah are alphas. They probably sensed something was wrong and came to help. I wasn’t able to say anything, but I was able to send out some distress signals, so I guess they responded to that.”

“And this all happened before the show?” Violet asks.

“It was while the opener was on. And then they took me to Harry’s dressing room to talk to a police officer and have a medic check that I was ok. I was planning to go back to the crowd once they finished but Harry wouldn’t let me.”

“Wouldn’t let you? Sounds like another controlling alpha,” Violet says.

“No, no, that was bad wording. I mean, yea, he didn’t want me going back to the crowd again but not in a controlling way. He wanted to protect me. He said his alpha was still worried about me and he wouldn’t be able to perform if he didn’t know that I was safe.”

“Wow, that’s kind of intense,” Amelia says. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Mostly. I think.”

They both give you a look and you explain, “I mean, it sucked, obviously. I hate that alphas have that kind of control over me. And I keep thinking about how much worse it could have been. But nothing too bad ended up happening. Plus, I got to meet Harry Styles so that’s a win.”

“What was he really like?” Violet questions.

“Well, he’s just as kind as everyone says. Most of the time he gave me space since he’s also an alpha, but at one point he held my hand for like, a second, and it felt like it’d been burned. I literally couldn’t believe his skin had touched mine. And the way his alpha was still on edge even when the danger was gone, I still don’t know how to explain that. Plus, his scent, God-” you cut yourself off before you can embarrass yourself about your obsession.

“Oh no, you can’t stop there!” Amelia says. “What is it like?”

For some reason you want to keep the specifics to yourself, so you reply, “I dunno, but it has this warmth to it, and like, a fresh outdoorsy smell. Anyway, uhm, I watched the concert on a TV in his dressing room. He’s giving me some tickets for any of the other New York shows, and I want you two and Rachel to come so we need to pick a date.”

You guys start to look at your calendars and write down a few of the shows that will work.

“When I see Rachel tomorrow I’ll see if any of these days work for her too,” you say once you have a short list.

“Does she know what happened?” Violet asks.

“Not yet. She doesn’t even know I’m an omega. I’m going to tell her everything tomorrow.”

“Are you comfortable with that?”

“Yea, I mean I trust her. She’s a good friend. She’s just a newer friend and it takes me awhile to open up about my, you know, status.”

“If you need us, for anything at all, you call or text and we’re there okay?”

You nod and smile, knowing that you have the two best friends in the world and that everything will be alright. You guys finish the night with some ice cream, and if your friends are curious about you picking chocolate when strawberry has always been your favorite, they don’t comment on it.

Lunch with Rachel the next day is a little more nerve wracking, but by the end you feel so much better. You explain everything about yourself and what happened at the concert the week before. She’s more knowledgeable about omegas than you expected, and she explains her favorite cousin is an omega.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I encouraged you to go alone. I know how dangerous outings like that are. Seriously I think a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders when my cousin officially bonded her alpha and had protection from him.”

“Rach, I’m a big girl, I chose to go alone. I thought my suppressants and scent blockers would have hidden my secret, but sometime alphas can still literally sniff us out.”

“Do you think the medicines are losing their effectiveness? Like you’ve built an immunity cause you’ve been on them so long?”

“They’re supposed to last a decade before that happens, I’ve only been on these eight years.”

“Probably couldn’t hurt to check though, right?”

You agree with her and make a mental note to at least put a call out to your doctor soon.

“And no concerts alone, got it?” You smile at her protectiveness and nod in agreement.

“Definitely not alone, but I am being given tickets for us to go to another show since I basically missed the first one.”

“Seriously? When?”

“I invited Violet and Amelia, and we have some dates that work for us. Can you do any of them too?”

You settle on September 10th and you text Jada later that day to let her know. She responds almost immediately which surprises you because you assume they’re getting ready for his show that night.

After talking to all your friends you’re feeling much better than you have all week. Plus, knowing you get to see Harry’s show soon has you excited. You don’t think you’ll get to see him again, but maybe just being in the same room will be enough to settle your omega. And hopefully it can show your omega how truly unattainable the alpha is, and you can stop obsessing over him.

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Harry’s pacing in his dressing room. It’s Saturday, night five of his NYC residency, and exactly one week since he met Y/N. And it’s been one week since he’s seen Y/N. And his alpha is restless.

“Harry, I’m sure she’s fine,” Mitch says firmly, ever the voice of reason.

“Then why hasn’t she texted Jada back? It’s been days!”

“She probably just hasn’t been able to coordinate with her friends yet,” Sarah says as she tries to soothe him.

Harry sits on the couch and sighs. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t know why I’m like this right now. Why I’m so worried about her.”

“Well, it’s probably because she’s an omega. And you are a good alpha. Your instinct is to take care of her. And she nearly got hurt. Here. At your show. And I’m thinking you feel like you are at least partially responsible, which is dumb, because you’re not. But you’re a good person, and you care deeply, which makes you maybe a bit emotional about things like this?”

Harry takes in Sarah’s words. She’s right. He didn’t want to admit it out loud, but he feels guilty. He’s devastated that this happened at his show, a place that he always thought was safe for his fans.

“What if it’s more than that?” Harry asks quietly.

“What do you mean?” Mitch questions.

“What if she’s not just an omega?”

Sarah and Mitch expect him to continue, so when he just sits there silently they share a confused look.

“Care to explain?” Mitch says, encouraging him to open up to them.

“I feel like maybe she’s special. I mean, my alpha has definitely taken a liking to her. I was ready to rip that other alphas throat out when I saw his hands on her. And the only way I was able to do the concert was because I knew she was basically locked away from everyone else with security outside the door. I had to know she was safe. And I hate not knowing if she’s okay now. Plus, there was a moment.”

“A moment?” Sarah presses.

“Yea I uhm, we were alone in the room right before the show. And I held her hand. Just to like, reassure her I guess. It was only a second, but I swear to God there were sparks. I’ve never felt anything like it, especially not from just holding hands.”

“Do you feel connected to her, or is your alpha connected to her omega?” Sarah asks to clarify.

“I honestly don’t know. Normally I can separate the two, but the situation brought my alpha out more than usual.”

Before anyone can ask more questions there’s a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Harry calls out and Jada enters the room.

“Hey Harry. Y/N just texted, she and three friends are planning to come to the show on September 10th if that still works.”

“Yes, of course! Please send her four VIP tickets. In a box or somewhere sectioned off if possible. And passes to come backstage before the show, okay?”

“Got it, I’ll send her everything they’ll need.”

“Wonderful. Thank you, Jada.”

She smiles, waving to Mitch and Sarah as she walks out of the room.

“Well, there you go,” Sarah says. “She is obviously fine if she’s texting and making plans. And you’ll see her again on the 10th!”

“If your alpha can last three weeks,” Mitch says teasingly.

“Shut up,” Harry drawls out, smiling at his best friend.

Mitch may think it’s a joke, but Harry truly doesn’t know if he can go three more weeks without seeing Y/N. Maybe three weeks will be enough to calm down his alpha, and shake this obsession he has with the lovely omega.

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AN: Thanks again for reading this story! Chapter 3 is already in the works, and I am very excited for the Harry & Y/N reunion.

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vere-licious · 20 days

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Would they be an Alpha, Beta or Omega?

Some thoughts by yours truly (dont take this seriously pls)

Ais - Alpha

◇ LOOK ME IN MY EYES AND TELL ME THIS MAN ISNT AN ALPHA

He is the epitome of an alpha

He is THE alpha

He is cocky cause he smells good ouh he knows he is the shit and thats why Leander wants him dead

◇ Doesn't use scent blockers like many monsters and also does not care enough to do so. Im not good at describing scents but just imagine the scent of the beach in the best way. Its warm and sunny and you just finished swimming and you smell your skin and you just get it (when Ocudeus takes over he smells like a stinking beach, fishy, ppl living by the beach if you know you know)

◇ His scent is pleasant and not overwhelming so at all so unlike other Alphas (Ahem Leander) so he would be very popular if it werent for that stellar reputation of his!

◇ He is a very territorial alpha despite his easy going attitude and so you are not leaving his presence without drowning in his scent. Thems the rules. He fully nuzzles your throat, wrists or whatever he can reach.

God help with any other tries to push their scent on you. They dead now.

◇ Was rut buddies with Vere, his rut is a mess to say the least. Lasts too long, his stamina is never ending and he will milk his partner dry. Basically consider yourself booked for the next week and more cause you are not being let outside when you two are together 🫡🫡

Leander - Do i even need to say it...ALPHA DUH

♤ He is the epitome of the charming alpha stereotype that makes the betas and omegas swoon

♤ Sweet and rich and oh so gentlemanly so polite and a charmer woow. Alphas hide your mates when he goes out!!!

♤ He smells like whatever alphas stereotypically smell, what ao3 says yall, warm and musky with a hint of his axe cologne.

♤ Despite his charms, his scent can be a hit or miss for most cause its so strong. He comes into a room and everyone knows who just entered. A little funfact is that when you really step on his buttons his smell becomes really unpleasant, acidic and overwhelming can be two words to describe it. It makes you choke on your spit and scramble to get away from it and its fully on purpose.

♤ Does not wear scent blockers and likes to even flaunt his scent, its one of his charms he says (Whatever you say bby)

♤ If any theory about dead Leander or necromancer leander being real i want to think he would stink and would try to cover it up as much as possible. He smells like death. A walking corpse. Maybe he is one.

♤ Always has someone to spend his ruts with. He is a very wanted alpha after all

Mhin - Beta

♧ I bet if any poor soul is reading this and think that Mhin are an omega or an alpha...hear me out

♧They are the mf in the middle of it all

♧ Born a beta with a sensitive nose, every day is hell on earth for them. Stuck in the middle of it all with alphas and omegas everywhere its a miracle they have not given up to wearing a mask that covers their nose everyday. (Dont ask them about leander he was an exception)

♧ Their scent is very pleasant and sweet and so clean (great description i know). They smell like you just washed your bedsheets and now you are rolling on them kinda clean.

♧ Imagine if betas are not affected by others pheromones and are just so neutral to everything. Mhin responds to alphas trying to choke them with their unpleasant scent to assert their dominance with just a :| cause WTF ARE THEY DOING? You look constipated, unclench your neck.

♧ They maybe helped Leander with his rut once and said never again, they couldnt walk the next day

♧ Wears scent blockers cause they dont want to be detected during work

♧ Extra points that Ais scent is the most pleasant one that they have ever smelled on an alpha and that makes them BIG mad.

Vere - Omega

♡ The most expensive and bougie and cut-throating omega (very literally) you will ever meet. Dont try to pull any alpha bullshit of asserting your blah blah blah. He will straight up kill you.

♡ Beautiful, gorgeous and with a scent that can temp the devil, Vere dares not to hide his scent and simply flaunts it under everyones nose.

♡ I imagine him having a stronger scent than most of omegas with beautiful hints of amber. Its warm, its hot, its everything you imagine Vere to be.

♡ He fucking hates Lander cause he has a more sensitive nose than Mhin themselves and Leander STINKS to him.

♡ Ais on the other hand...Hmm Yeah..

♡ The oni is the only person Vere has ever spent a heat with because Vere enjoys sex yes, but heats are entire different thing. Thats when you are the most vulnerable and the fox man has it difficult to trust almost anyone. So if he spends a heat if you you are BLESSED.

♡ His nests are top tier tho, full of cozy furs and pillows and its heaven to sleep on. His favorite activity is to make them with you. Just your little face as you try so hard to rearrange the pillows and get the softest materias for him makes his heart race. Wash and feed him and take care of him during the heat and he will be yours forever.

♡ Remember that i said Vere has a sensitive nose? Yeah you gotta smell like him all the time or else someone is dying (Leander with his sticky alpha pheromones)

Kuras - ???

☆ This is where i struggled cause...Kuras is an angel right? It would be funny if he didn't have a secondary gender.

☆ Maybe this is me being boring but i think thats funnier.

☆ There is no scent around him. No scent blockers. He is just like 👁👄👁.

Because of his lack of scent he is very hard to read, scents betray underlying emotions sometimes and i think its hilarious to him when someone tries to figure him out and what he feels. Unlike Mhin who are an open book, Kuras has a perfect poker face.

☆ This also has the potential...Cause image you are having a heat or rut and he will guide you through it with soothing touches and words cause in his eyes your helplessness and how you simply give into the urges is absolutely adorable. Tsk Tsk silly little human.

☆ TOP TIER man to have in your ruts or heats. He will wash you and feed you and take care of you, make sure your nest is comfortable and all.

☆Will dutifully stay by the door each morning before he leaves for work so you can scent him. He think its cute that you are so thorough about it.

#this was so fun honestly #touchstarved game #ais touchstarved #vere touchstarved #touchstarved leander #mhin touchstarved #kuras touchstarved #touchstarved headcanons

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cozyrecords · 8 months

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Hello everyone, its my first post <3

This isn't proofread so there might be mistakes in this, so I appreciate the feedback.

From Solo Date to Something More

It was the most anticipated weekend ever since you were cooped up in your dorm room, studying endlessly for the semester exams. You finally have the time to do whatever you want to do once you become free, ranging from cleaning to pampering yourself by going on a solo date, which you thought would be a good idea to relieve the post-exam stress.

But God had other plans for you. What you thought was a solo date turned into an unexpected date with Inarizaki's volleyball player, Suna Rintaro.

The middle blocker had been sent to the same café you were in. His friend, Atsumu, had asked him to cover for him on the blind date Atsumu was supposed to attend. In an unexpected twist, Suna forgot about the original date, captivated by your presence as soon as he entered the café.

You entered the café and decided to sit in the corner of the café, by the window to your left. But by the time you were done with the order, a guy came in and dragged the chair to sit opposite you.

"I'm Suna Rintaro. Nice to meet you," he awkwardly bowed and smiled before you could even ask who he was.

"Um…hello?" You puzzled at the sudden interruption, staring at him.

"May I know your name?" He tilted his head.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you too, I guess? Have we met before?" You questioned him because he seemed a bit familiar to you.

"Honey, you need a better pickup line. It's getting old, don't you think?"

"I was genuinely asking. Plus, you chimed in while I planned a solo date." You scowled lightly at the nickname.

"I am sorry for that. Coming back to the previous question, I might seem similar if you are also from Inarizaki because that's where I study and play volleyball-"

A phone ringtone interrupted him. He excused himself, and you couldn't quite hear his conversation, but his profile caught your attention.

That's when it hit you—he might be one of the players on the volleyball team. Slowly, you noticed how he was handsome, with the cafe's soft light complementing his sharp jawline, cat-like eyes, and soft, fluffy hair that made you want to ruffle it gently. Suddenly, you snapped out of it when he spoke up.

"You can take my picture," he smirked.

"I wasn't staring... just wondering if we've met before because you seem familiar." You blushed, trying not to make a stranger uncomfortable. It was rare for you to be interested in someone, let alone be absorbed by a person's features.

Wtf Y/N? Get a hold of yourself; you came here to enjoy yourself. Why are you even talking to a stranger? You cringed at yourself.

Suna took the chance to get to know you, despite his buddy Atsumu's suggestion that he return home after the date they were supposed to go on was cancelled.

"How about we get to know each other?"

"Why would I be interested in knowing someone whom I have never met despite being in the same school? Let me enjoy my time in peace," you said, thinking the situation was ridiculous.

"So you are from Inarizaki too?" His eyes slightly widened in amusement, and you face-palmed yourself internally. "That's even more of a reason to get to know each other."

You gave it a thought, bit your lips slightly, and decided to give it a chance because, why not? You guys might become friends.

"Y/N L/N! Your order is here." The waitress gave a polite smile while placing the coffee. You returned the smile and turned to Suna. "What do you want to get?"

"Can I get a frappe? With chocolate sprinkles, please. Thank you." The waitress went back with the order.

You giggled in secret, watching how his face lit up at the sprinkles. "You know...you're the first guy I have seen who has asked for sprinkles separately."

"What about it? I love them." He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, no, no... I'm sorry if I offended you. I just thought it's...rare?" cute? That is what you wanted to say.

"By the way, I am in Class 3."

"Class-2."

From here on, you guys were gradually opening up to each other, forgetting about your surroundings, completely engrossed in each other's likes and dislikes. He was excited about his frappe with chocolate sprinkles, and he was utterly disgusted by the fact that you chewed the ice at the end of your iced coffee, to which you laughed and teased him by chewing loudly to irk him.

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Suna had excused himself to the washroom, but little did you know he went to the cash counter to pay the bill in advance, both as a gentleman as well as for how he interrupted your supposed solo date. He looked towards the table where your back was currently facing and smiled at how you guys were getting along.

"Here is the change, sir. Have a great day and visit us again." The cashier handed over the change.

Meanwhile, you were also having a good time with him, despite things going unplanned. You found yourself enjoying the evening as the time passed. Later, you guys decided to pay before heading out.

Suna was smiling on the way to the cash counter, choosing to remain innocent.

"This fine man has already paid for your order." The cashier showed a toothy grin.

After a little gasp, you turned around and offered to pay him for your order; he politely declined and stepped back.

"Oh, please, this is the least I can do since I spoiled your plans." He meant it sincerely, so you forgave him, as you thought this wasn't bad either.

You guys got out of the café while he offered to tag along with you to your dorm.

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry... I uh...actually had a great time!" You beamed at him.

He felt the time around him slow down, watching your glimmering eyes, your smile stretching from ear to ear, the slight blush on your cheeks and nose due to the humidity, and a few stubborn hair strands framing your face. As cliché as it sounds, his heart skipped a beat when you stepped a bit closer to him to get his attention back to reality.

"Heyy!" You chuckled, admiring his cute and embarrassed face, which is now turning red bit by bit.

"I..just..nothing." He sighed to himself, trying to keep his heart from pounding too much. "I wanna tell you that I enjoyed my time with you and I'm not bluffing."

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As much as you wanted the time to just pause, unfortunately, the dorm is nearing, and neither of you wanted to part ways. Both of you wanted to spend more time with each other, but you guys were already excited to meet at school the next day.

Amidst all of these, you were planning to ask why he approached you out of the blue, or even worse, if it was all just a silly bet. Oh God, you were having all sorts of thoughts.

"This wasn't how I expected it to be."

He watched your beautiful smile falter off of your face. So he realized quickly that the way he worded it misinterpreted the situation.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry! I didn't mean it in a bad way. Actually, I was supposed to meet another girl- 'Twas Atsumu, my friend, who set me up and I got to know she ditched." He stumbled and furiously shook his hands and head.

"Wait, wait, wait...so you were supposed to be here to cover for your friend, but you remained here knowing that she ditched? So you wanted to spend time with me instead?" You cleared it out for him as you watched him take a breath of relief.

"Good God, yes, and I loved every moment; in fact, I like you-r personality." He muttered. "Fuck, I promise I am not kidding."

You admired the fact that he chose to sit with you regardless of the actual date, but you couldn't help the uneasiness of him leaving you if his date showed up instead. However, even before you could say anything else, he spoke up.

"It's unfair of me to keep you hanging, thinking I just wasted your time. So how about we turn this impromptu meeting into an actual and proper date? I'd love to get to know you more if you'd let me." His voice was laced with sincerity and eagerness to not let this whole thing slip away.

"Surely, I loved spending time with you, and I would love to see where this heads." Your heart fluttered at his words.

Suna's smile widened at your reply and shocked you with an unexpected embrace. Your body relaxes immediately, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He let go first, his ears bright red, cheeks flushed, and lips quivering.

You wanted to squish his cheeks so bad at how cute he looked. It was also your first time to see a guy this shy but also upfront about his intentions to not have you waiting.

"Let's exchange our numbers, so I can make sure that our next meeting is a proper date." He gave his mobile with the dial open while turning his head sideways to avoid eye contact.

After you guys exchanged the numbers, you sent a quick text to him. It was a comfortable silence that surrounded you guys.

"Well, I gotta go. Let's meet tomorrow at school." His eyes looked hopeful.

"Yess! Also, the next date's on me and no you can't refuse." You quickly closed your mouth with your hands at the sudden excitement you displayed.

He grinned, letting his shivering hands go into his coat pocket. Suna has had his share of being in a relationship or two, but it was never this heart-racing. His partners either dated him for his popularity or to pass the time. Nevertheless, he remained reassured by you and felt calm around you.

"If it helps, I am equally looking forward to this, but let's take it slow." He cautiously looked at your face for any sort of discomfort.

"I'd never imagine a guy telling me this. Of course, we will take this slow." You assured him.

"It's already late; it's better to head to our dorms. Have a good night." He raised his hand and said goodbye.

"Good night, Suna." You headed inside the dorm.

As you reached your dorm, you couldn't help but feel a freshly found excitement and curiosity about what would happen from now on. You had no idea that this chance meeting with Suna Rintaro would open a lovely chapter in your life, one that would be filled with laughter, shared memories, and the promise of something special.

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imaginethathaikyuu · 9 months

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literally anything with atsumu i love him and ur writing is always up to par so. i will be happy with anything. but a cute birthday themed piece could be fun perhaps

thank u so much i wrote this specifically for u and i managed to write a weirdly formatted atsumu centered fic that barely went over 1k words. we are so back

contains: fluff, mild childhood angst, a black eye, birthday cake word count: 1163 gender neutral reader x miya atsumu :p

October 5th, 1995

Atsumu Miya is born. He’s gifted a bright flash of light, the sound of his own cries, and - seven minutes later - a brother.

October 5th, 2003

There was a HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner taped to the cabinets in the kitchen. The R was ripped nearly in half, and the colors were dull.

It was the same one as last year, and the year before that.

Atsumu walked through the threshold with his brother right next to him. Osamu knew how to say thank you in the right way to get the best hug from their mom.

They were presented with one singular cupcake.

“Why can’t we ever get our own?”

The two boys sat too close at the kitchen table, the strawberry cake sat right in front of them.

“You have to learn how to share, Atsumu.”

He knew how to share. There was nothing left to learn.

One candle was mashed in the frosting. Mom lit the flame and Atsumu watched wax dripping onto his half as she sang their happy birthday song, and told them to make a wish.

Atsumu and Osamu looked at each other, then blew at the candle at the exact same time.

The cupcake was cut in half, and Atsumu’s stomach hurt before he could finish his. Osamu took it without being asked.

But if they had each gotten their own, Atsumu would've had more to share with his brother.

October 5th, 2010

Atsumu was fifteen and he knew everything. He was always right - never, ever wrong, and if anyone disagreed, they’d have to take it up directly with him.

He knew how to run his mouth. Maybe it was what he was best at. He’d never lost an argument - until his fifteenth birthday.

He’d gotten good at taking his aggression out in healthy ways - mostly in sports. But, sometimes, the words he spit couldn’t be left on the court.

He would say what he wanted, and he didn’t care who heard or hurt.

He didn’t know what he had coming to him.

The entire team had already abandoned the gym, all but Atsumu and the shitty middle blocker who played like he didn’t know his position.

Atsumu was outside stretching when his words hit his ears. “You’re a piece of shit, Miya.”

“Oh my god - get in line, dude, you’re about the fifth person today to let me know.”

“That many people wanna rip your head off? I wish one of them would teach you how to shut the fuck up.”

“And I wish someone would teach you how to block the fuckin’ ball.”

The guy didn’t reply. He took one step in Atsumu’s direction - he remembered hearing the crunch of gravel under the guy's foot. His shoulder moved with the step, and with it, the first real punch Atsumu had ever been thrown.

And it hit. Hard. Ten times harder than any hits from Osamu.

The guy’s fist collided with Atsumu’s cheek and then he walked away. Atsumu didn’t even have a chance to hit back - he was frozen in place, anyway. There was no fight in him. He was too surprised.

A black eye wasn’t on his wishlist for his birthday, but it’s what he got. A lesson learned? Not so much.

October 5th, 2019

He was another year older - so what.

The only part of Atsumu’s birthday that he liked was giving his brother a stupidly expensive gift, because it gave him an excuse to gloat.

Other than that? It was a day like any other.

Birthdays were nowhere near special to him - especially his own. But it just so happened that on that specific birthday, he had his first date with you.

And it didn’t even come up in conversation. Neither did his twin brother, or any of his volleyball stories he’d usually tell to impress a date.

Atsumu found out that he didn’t need to impress you, and he hardly needed to talk about himself.

He left that date feeling like he was friends with you, and maybe that wasn’t how he should feel after a date, but he was beaming. The hours with you at that hole in the wall bar didn’t feel like enough.

He took that feeling and ran with it, and he hoped - he prayed - you’d follow him.

October 5th, 2022

It’d been late nights for as long as Atsumu could remember. He’d come home and you’d already be in bed - if he was lucky, you’d wake up just long enough to tell him you love him.

That night was different from the rest.

That night, he would be coming home to - literally - an empty home.

Finally, you and Atsumu had moved into the house of your dreams that was yours. But, for the time being, you were living out of boxes and waiting for furniture deliveries.

He opened the door to a dark living room and an even darker hallway, and he didn’t bother turning any on lights to get to the kitchen.

There was a shred of light there, coming from an old bulb above the stove. He looked around the empty room and what he found was out of place.

There you were, sat on the floor. A chair was next to you, funnily enough, but it was taken by a round white cake. A handful of candles were stuck into the top.

“What are you doing?” he asked, the same time you spoke.

“There’s my birthday boy,” and your voice was all sleepy smiles. “Happy birthday. Happy anniversary.”

He sat in front of you, right on the floor, not caring when his knees popped on the way down.

“Did you stay up just to tell me that?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

You picked up the cake and presented it to him like you were proud of it, and the size of his grin matched yours.

“How mad would you be if I just tipped this up,” and he tapped the bottom of the plate, “right into your face?”

“Atsumu.” Every time you said his name like that, he laughed. “I would kill you.”

“On my birthday?”

He watched you pout as you sat the cake down again. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?”

“Thank you,” he said, like he was insisting. He wrapped his hands around your legs and scooted you closer to him. “Thank you, baby, this is so nice.”

You hummed. “You’re welcome.” And you dipped your finger in the frosting on the cake, and Atsumu immediately caught your wrist when you moved it toward his face.

“Don’t you dare.”

You kept pushing, and he didn’t push back fast enough - your finger and the glob of frosting smushed right into his cheek.

And you laughed loud enough to fill the empty rooms of your house, and Atsumu didn’t know how to tell you how in love he was.

He had birthday cake for dinner that night, and it settled into a sugary stomach ache. It was the best October 5th he'd lived through so far.

got a request for a drabble? send it in, i might write it :)

#YOOO WE'RE SO BACK #kris posted two days ago. im posting today. is the haikyuu fandom back in business #are we bringing the content back to the people #i say this as if the fandom is dead. which i dont know if it is.#its dead to me so long as i'm not writing fics like its my 9 to 5 #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu #hq x reader #haikyuu one shot #drabbles #uhhh #i always feel like im not tagging enough things but i dont remember all the tags. whatever #now im gonna go write the steve harrington fic i started today that is so good and also the best idea ive ever had. in case anyone wondered

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captain039 · 2 years

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PART 2 The prey

Yautja(prey) x reader

Warnings: Predator/prey kink, sexual, smut, we monster fudging tonight people, ABO, heats, explicit, swearing

(1900s eraish)

Last part <-

You awoke to gentle knocking and a concerned voice of your fathers. You groaned, kicked off the bed covers and struggled with your sticky nightgown.

“You ok hun?” Your father called.

“Fine pa” you finally kicked of the nightgown and sighed mind reeling back to last night.

“I’ll get Betty in here” he said before he walked away. You huffed grabbing a single sheet from the floor awkwardly and pulling it over your naked body. Betty walked in without a knock, she was practically your grandmother.

“Ah, I thought you weren’t due for another week? Or two?” She said, tray in hand with tea.

“Something triggered” you mumbled and she frowned.

“Trigged? There isn’t any alphas here, well except that young lass Tommy” she pointed out.

“Wasn’t him” you quickly said cheeks hot.

“Hm” she said suspiciously.

“I thought a coyote was bothering the girls, so I went out to check I saw nothing but-“ you stopped, you would sound crazy.

“But? Honey I’ve known you since you were in diapers spit it out” she demanded.

“There was something or someone in the woods, I had the shot gun with me, but I froze on the spot and felt my heat triggered, then I heard this clicking and growling noise almost” you sighed, probably side effects, or you were going insane.

“Clicking?” She asked eyes frowning.

“Yeah and like a growl” you tried to recreate it, Betty’s frown getting deeper.

“And the grass moved but nothing was there I swear!” You said taking the tea from her.

“I believe you” she said brown eyes staring at you.

“You do? I don’t even know what I saw” you sighed a cramp hitting.

“There’s a myth, when I was a little girl my parents would tell me about the hunter” you frowned as she sat down.

“The hunter?” You asked.

“Nobody sees it, many have tried to fight it but always ends in death, always their skulls and spine removed” you grimaced at her words.

“The clicking and the noise you make is what some hear, they say it’s a warning, a mark that you’re next” you shivered as her hand patted your thigh.

“I’m sure it’s gone or a myth. You’re not a threat to it” she smiled but you didn’t find any comfort in it.

“Why did it trigger my heat though?” You asked.

“And I smelt- it was like nothing I’ve ever smelt, powerful, not your normal alpha powerful this was primal alpha” you explained and she frowned again.

“I don’t know honey” she muttered and you sighed.

“Don’t ponder on it too much ok?” She said and you nodded as she stood and left.

Despite your triggered heat you went to tend to your horse, avoiding all the stable hands in the process. You had some scent blocker from Betty, some sanitary undergarments on too. You brushed down your horse a surprisingly kind mare with an attitude towards stallions, but she was a sweetheart apart from that. You sighed cleaning out her stall trying to ignore the gut feeling you had and the cramps.

“Miss-?” You jumped hearing Tommy who froze on the spot covering his nose.

“Jesus Christ!” You said hiding behind your horse.

“I’m sorry miss” he stuttered out rushing away.

“Tom-“ you sighed better he go away than stay. You frowned though the same smell from last night hitting your nose, maybe it was Tommy? Maybe he was going into rut?

You followed it without thinking near the woods, Tommy did not go this way, he headed back to the barn. You glanced back to the ranch before huffing and going into the forest a bit. You kept a knife by your side tucked under your shirt.

You heard the clicking again though then the noise. You heard the trees rustle and gulped knife coming out before something thumped on the ground beside you. You couldn’t see anything though, but there was an indent of where it stood. You felt yourself wanting to bend at the scent, what was this? Who was this? You felt yourself weaken too, knife falling on the ground and your knees buckling. You watched the invisible creature move around you and sighed thinking it had left. Soft clicks were by your ear though and you held your breath as you realised it was right behind you. You froze at the leathery hand in front of you, palm up. You saw the claws, you wanted to scream and run, any logical person would. You stared at the palm though, lifting your hand and resting yours on it. A shudder ran through you and you sighed at the coolness of its skin. You were in a daze, the soft clicking somehow soothing to you. The clicks changed, a deep purr coming from the creature. The sound even more soothing and making you tired. You snapped out of it though taking your hand away as you heard your name being called. You stood and quickly turned but it was gone. You stared in shock before returning back to the ranch, ignoring your fathers questions and going to your room.

Next part ->

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butch-with-a-deep-voice · 5 months

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HRT and the Mental Changes of Arousal AKA How Horny "Feels"

Alright folks we need to have a conversation about how much your libido changes with transition and hormones because that was NOT talked about with the informed consent program I went through, and it honestly should have been. How I feel aroused now is so drastically different than beforehand, in both subtle and obtuse ways, and it is FASCINATING. This post is mainly going to focus on how libido and arousal mentally feel, but I have anecdotal observations on the mechanical changes if there is interest in that. Strap in, this post is gonna be a long one.

I would like to preface that this comes from my own personal experiences as a trans feminine person. If your experiences as a trans person are different, please by all means I would love to hear your input. I have been on HRT for over half a decade, and have had an orchiectomy (in layman's terms I've been fixed), so my adrenal glands do produce a classically female level of testosterone and I no longer need to be on T-blockers. I'm also demisexual, so my experience with sexuality as a baseline is a little different than most.

As someone who works great in communicating via metaphor/simile, I will provide a detailed simile for both testosterone libido, and estrogen libido. I also want to say I prefer estrogen tenfold. I pick it every single day. While I've met other trans people who disagree, my own experiences with testosterone vs. estrogen fueled libidos will fully bias the similes.

Testosterone Libido: The best way I can describe what testosterone fueled libido felt like is once you hit puberty, you have a monkey strapped to your back. Some people's monkeys are better behaved, others more belligerent. Some are more easily "calmed down", while some are more easy to excite. But at the end of the day, it's still a monkey strapped to your back.

What I mean by that is that you are always going to be aware of a goddamn monkey strapped to your back. Sometimes the little guy is silent. Maybe it's having a nap, or it's awake but contented to just quietly "look around". Every now and then it stirs, maybe someone's butt looked nice in a pair of jeans, and you're like "right, monkey..." Honestly I got so fucking annoyed with that monkey just always being there whether I wanted it or not. It's never not there.

But, then the monkey really wants something. I don't know if you've ever seen a monkey really wanting something on video, but they can get pretty demanding really fast. That monkey that's been piggy backing you starts vocalizing in your ear, screeching even. Hitting you. Pulling your hair. I WANT A FUCKING BANANA HUMAN, GIVE IT TO ME. It gets aggressively loud, often times shockingly fast. It will go from napping to throwing a tantrum in less than a minute sometimes. And all you can do is either ride it out and hope to whatever deity you pray to it calms down, or eventually give it what it wants. Hopefully you're home, and you can quickly get one out so to speak. But until then, how on earth are you supposed to be able to get ANYTHING done when there's a monkey screeching away in your ear and slamming on you.

I'm very fortunate to have been raised by a father who taught me how to ignore that monkey. How to respectfully build a resilience to it's tantrums. But, it was always there still. That monkey made me feel so shameful. I hated how often my libido was always a reminder of how aggressive being horny could feel. How blinding it had the potential to get. Often times satisfying it wasn't even pleasurable. It was so often just "oh my god fine would you please just shut the fuck up?" My relationship with my sexuality was often unhealthy as a result of this experience with arousal.

One thing I will give testosterone over estrogen though? That monkey can only get so loud. There is a "cap" for how aroused I could get with my testosterone-fueled libido. I have yet to find the cap for estrogen.

Estrogen Libido: Libido and arousal now, with a body fueled by estrogen and minimal amounts of testosterone is akin to a fine wine. It is wholly and fully intoxicating. What do I mean by that? Well, let's take an evening of drinking a fine wine that you have theoretically unlimited supply of, and you have a somewhat standard constitution.

With a single glass, you can continue to be normal. You may not even notice more than a pleasant mildly "fuzzy" feeling, and your thought patterns being influenced ever so slightly. Hell, you may not even notice those. Most around you wouldn't even guess that you've partaken. Assuming you pace yourself properly, you can "float" in that pleasant not-even-tipsy state for quite some time. That's the thing with estrogen I found. You can float in the various stages all day if you want to. "Ride the wave" as a number of my sex-positive friends have called it. There's no monkey forcing you to drink more. You can just enjoy a pleasant buzz all day (and I often have).

Let's say you have more wine though. I like to call the next stage silly arousal. You've had two glasses, maybe three depending on your tolerance. You start feeling more... unraveled. You can still think, hold a conversation, act more or less normally. But people who are more tuned in can start to tell you've had a drink. You feel friendlier, sometimes that fuzzy feeling has gotten more full bodied, your eyes linger in certain areas when looking at people longer than you'd like to admit. "Have their lips always looked that kissable?" or "Wow their waist looks really nice in that top." But you still feel like a normal person. You wouldn't say you're Horny with a capital "H", just... pleasantly activated. I will fully admit on days where I don't have to fully be a responsible adult I have floated in this stage all day long before. It's a delicious feeling to sit in.

But what if we indulge further? Usually by this point you are drinking with inebriation being a goal, whether that is a fully conscious or unconscious choice. Beforehand the other two stages can be reached over a classic "wine with dinner" situation. Light flirtation, a mildly steamy romance novel, hell maybe even scrolling through here. Now though you've had a bottle of wine, you're properly tipsy. This is where the metaphor of arousal being an inebriant comes into full swing. For me at least, it is a very full bodied feeling (that's a whole other tangent for the mechanical affects of HRT and sex life). Your judgment, thought patterns, and decision making start being heavily influenced by your mental state. Some with more willpower/constitution are still able to get by around others, you're just "acting funny". Others are so obvious when they drink it's like blood in the water for those who know what to look for. This is the stage where if I want to not make poor choices, I stop drinking so to speak. I put my hand over my proverbial glass if someone offers to pour another. I even leave the party if I have to. Why? Because just like alcohol, the jump from this stage to the next is both subtle and pervasive in how fast it hits you.

We are drinking to get drunk now. Just like the threshold between tipsy and drunk, because of how clouded you already were the transition will really sneak up on you. I get TINGLY all over from it, with sensations all over my body becoming electric. You start saying things that you would never say day-to-day. You stop being able to hide how much you've had. Heavily flirting, getting touchy, biting your lip. You can't really think of anything else outside of just how intoxicated you are. If you're someone who is particularly... self-lubricating you're fully making a wet patch in your clothing. You are DRUNK and holy shit is it amazing. Why would anyone want to not want to feel like this? Not want to healthily engage in this every day if they could? Arousal feels so fucking good with estrogen. You feel amazing, you feel confident, and you are willing to make some truly stupid decisions that you may regret because they feel good in that moment. For me at least, I would say this is roughly the area where that testosterone libido monkey can't get much louder. If arousal could be tracked on a bar graph, testosterone capped somewhere around here for me. Estrogen though...

Just like any night of drinking, you can keep going. You can be drunk, and still keep drinking (only difference here is you aren't going to be completely battering your liver doing so). Just like alcohol, this is where I think anecdotal experiences will begin to vary wildly person to person. As such I will talk about what it's like for me. I won't usually reach this stage and beyond it without the help of another person or heavily engaging in smut/pornography. This is a headspace I'm actively trying to push into. Usually by engaging in intentional denial of the act of sex/climax in some form or another while still "drinking".

Pushing beyond "drunk" arousal starts getting irresistibly pervasive, affecting just about EVERYTHING. I feel quite legitimately high off of it at times. Speech pattern gets warped beyond belief, sometimes outright going non-verbal. The slightest touch can be pleasurable. My vision will warp if it gets intense enough (and interestingly warps differently depending on domme space, sub space, or simply "feral" horny). It sometimes even gets so warped I've been known to "Etch-a-Sketch" shake my head in a futile attempt to clear it up. Being neurodivergent, stims start creeping out of the woodwork uncontrollably, I assume because of nervous system overload. My body will fully begin to "betray me" so to speak. Squirming in my seat, drooling to fully obscene degrees, muscles in my abdomen fluttering because even a stray thought caused enough arousal to engage them. If it's allowed to go long enough I will fully begin to growl or whimper passively under my breath, depending on the type of horny.

All of these are just a handful of examples as to just how utterly intoxicating arousal and libido are now with estrogen. The truly startling part of it is I have yet to find the cap to it. I've yet to go fully down that rabbit hole. Part of me is a little scared to if I'm honest. When you get to this stage and onward, your mental state is frighteningly pliable. That level of "inebriation" has fully created new kinks that I'd not had before (or at the very least were buried so deep they weren't something worth digging up). If you or your partner is someone who can reach this level of intoxicated arousal, please please please handle it with care because being ripped out of it is ROUGH on your nervous system. (ie, sub-drop and domme-drop). There are some true horror stories out there for how intense it can be. But if you can engage it safely and healthily, holy shit is it the best. I legitimately prefer it over actual chemical inebriants (although my intox kink would say otherwise).

So, this all being said, I do want to reiterate that these are simply my experiences with how much arousal and libido changed with hormone replacement therapy. Everyone's bodies will react differently, and if you've also experienced a drastic shift with HRT, and it's different to mine I would love to hear. I also have a lot of points I'd love to make on the more physical aspects, from the viscosity of self lubricants, to the fact that I can now orgasm multiple times with no "get sleepy after cumming" endorphin response. If there's interest I'd be happy to get into those.

Thanks for reading!

#trans #transgender #trans femme #sex education #trans hrt #hrt #hormones #sex positive #queer #lgbtqia+#lgbtqia #lesbian #nonbinary #butch #sapphic #bite me #intox tw #intox

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max-nico · 7 months

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What do you think Tails night routine is like?

Anon, I am kissing you on the mouth for this one. I was already thinking of making this post you have just given me an excuse.

I don't think Tails would have an actual routine for a while. I think he's so focused on churning out inventions and generally trying to be helpful he just.... doesn't see a need for that

And before he met Sonic he lived in a burrow in the woods somewhere with barely any access to anything edible, let alone the luxury to have a nightly routine

Maybe he doesn't actually start taking genuinely good care of himself till after his solo trip? Or at least not till after forces happened, because there's no way he just decided to start taking care of himself out of the blue

I think his friends were getting worried about him. Maybe it was the tiredness in his eyes, the heaviness of his shoulders, or the snags and dirt in his fur, but there wasn't a day that went by without him hearing the words "are you okay?" From at least someone.

And sure, he could admit that he was neglecting himself but that never really bothered him. The issue was if his friends were worried about him, they could get sloppy, they would make more mistakes, they were putting themselves at risk and he wasn't even nearby most of the time.

So it was time for a change.

I think he has an alarm set that tells him when he's supposed to start his routine but he rarely ever listens to it, normally it goes off another three times. Bad habits still die hard, especially in the beginning where he wasn't ever tired that early

After pulling himself away from his work, or Sonic getting tired of hearing the alarm if he's there, he makes himself something light and easy to digest to eat and takes a hot shower. When he first started doing his he knew nothing about fur care, by the end of it he has strong opinions about big companies and quality brands. Cheap soap is only for when he and Sonic are traveling and they only have so many options, otherwise he has mint smelling deep conditioner and moisturizer

I won't say he goes far enough to do things like facials or sleep masks, he's still an 8 year old boy I don't think he cares enough, but I'm sure he takes the time to brush his teeth and throw some water on his face

Then he gets into bed, with minimal screen time but not none. He probably has a blue light blocker on as well. And goes to bed.

I don't think he follows this routine every night either, I think he tries to, but it's harder when Sonic's not there to nag him or do it with him. Sometimes he only manages a shower and food, sometimes it's only washing his face, sometimes he just goes straight to bed if the day's been stressful, but he figures something is better than nothing

Especially when his friends all see the change, and they're all much better off for it. He hopes to rub this habit off on Sonic the way Sonic has rub off on him

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #i have the mic #sonic and tails #tails the fox #sonic headcanons #headcanons #asking and answering #writing him is kinda weird bc i have spent enough time around kids to understand they donot care about things like this #but tails also isnt just a normal 8 year old. hes also a genius and has adult responsibilities so its a weird line to walk #sonic #tails #thank you for the ask !!!!!

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ninapi · 1 year

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Premise: Rintarou unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through an online game and he does his best to find this mysterious girl in the real world and keep her for good.

Word Count: 3591

Chapter 3: Mine.

The way back to your place has never been this tedious, not only was the hot weather really getting to you at this point, but the bus was just not coming. You wanted to get home faster which is why you decided on taking the bus instead of the train since the station was farther away from the school but seems like you missed it.

Your phone lights up with a chat notification, Suna literally dashing over to his house, took him less than five minutes to arrive at his destination, all he wanted was to hear your voice again. “Let me know when I can call you. I’m home now.” he added a sticker of a fat cat laying on his bed texting, this making you laugh and forgetting the hatred you were feeling towards your local transportation system. “The bus won’t come, save me.” his heart was crashing against his own bodily cavities, you were just too cute for his brain to process.

Your phone rang right away, startling you, but you answered the call instantly, “Someone told me you were in need of being saved.” your quiet giggles were all he needed to survive now, who needs food. “Seems like you live closer to your school than I do.” you keep on looking around, hoping to spot the bus, “Nah, I just ran real fast. Had a cat lady waiting for my call.” was he always this smooth? He was surprising himself with his antics, “You didn’t have to run, I bet you were already tired after practice.” Having someone worry over him and his levels of stamina was heartwarming for the middle blocker, all he heard all the time was how he needed to stop being so lazy, you were certainly an angel. “Practice was pretty intense as usual, but you are that important.” you were officially a blushing mess, now hoping this bus wouldn’t come any time soon, at least you were alone at the bus stop and nobody could see you.

“You are making me blush~” you teased him just a bit but that was all he needed, the last push, he was dying to see you. Your phone started beeping for it to switch to video call, your heart about to burst, you heard he saw a picture of you, but you’ve never seen him, being as nervous as one can be you even forgot what was needed to accept the call, fumbling with your thumbs. Once you managed to get it to work, your soul left your body, “Hey gorgeous.” It’s all he said, giving you a small smile, he was laying down on his bed, still wearing his uniform. “Oh my god, hi! Look at your face! So squishy.” your dreamy eyes were digging holes in his existence, that picture did no justice to you, with the poor lighting of the bus stop you looked almost ethereal, “Squishy- is that even a good thing-“ your giggles, live, all for him to see, life was being so good to him, he promises never to complain again, “Being squishy is the best thing ever, well at least for me.” and at the end that’s all it mattered to him.

“So, am I the only one who really wishes teleportation was like a thing? Because I’m about to search in the black market for options.” how does he manage to make to make you laugh with everything he says, is beyond comprehension but he enjoys it heavily. “You are not. Let me know if you find something, otherwise boring old trains would have to do.” was he even serious when he said he would visit you on the weekend? He doesn’t even know where you live. “Yeah, about that. It’s a bit far from here, so I’ll get on the first train, should be in Sendai station around 10, would that work for you? If you think this is too weird or you just don’t wanna meet me yet, we can-“ you cut him off immediately, of course you wanted to see him, you wanted to see him right now. “I’ll be there! Let’s meet outside at the main entrance.” he nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. He was doing something crazy, you should not meet random online people, that’s a rule, but the Karasuno dudes knew you, is not like you were some shady unknown woman.

Your phone was flooding with notifications coming from an unknown source, but you decided to ignore them for the time being. The bus was now on sight, and you had to end the call, of course not without promising Suna you would text him as soon as you arrived home safe and sound.

The dopey look on your face was making people around you stare, but you were just so happy, not like you could control your face. You not only managed to find your mysterious stranger, but you have a date on Saturday! You haven’t had an actual date in forever and the last one you had was awful, Miyuki wanting you to date her boyfriend’s cousin, who let’s just say wasn’t an ideal fit for you, making you avoid going on dates for a while.

Once you were comfortable on your seat, you checked the messages you got earlier noticing they were from Tsukishima, he wanted to make sure you arrived home safely. He was a sweet lad, you made so many friends in a single day, you were really appreciating choosing Karasuno over Seijoh.

Tsuki was already in his house, staring at his roof, waiting for your reply. He wasn’t sure if he was even allowed to text you this quickly, but the look on your face when you were on the phone with Suna was hunting him. He’s never crushed on a girl like this, of course he’s been intrigued by a couple of girls in his life, but they were never worth the risk. You on the other hand, were driving him nuts.

He remembered how a few nights back his older brother was teasing their mother saying it was time for his hormones to kick in and that she shouldn’t be surprised if he brought a girl home any time soon. He thought it was all nonsense as usual, but his hormones were clearly out of control today. He thought of how soft your body felt pressed against his own, your hair smelled so sweet, almost like going into a candy shop, the way your tiny hands wrapped around his massive one….sent his mind to the gutter, he needed to get up and take a cold shower. But that’s when his screen lit up displaying your name, “Not yet ☹ I missed the bus, but I’m on my way now. Thanks for worrying, Tsukishima-kun, you are really sweet.” you thought he was sweet. No one had ever said that about him, not even once. “Just call me Kei. Let me know when you get home, or I won’t be able to sleep.” you were being spoiled by two handsome men, how did all this happen, people rarely even look your way. You sent him a cute bunny nodding sticker and stashed your phone back into your bag, our friend Tsuki though was staring at the sticker thinking of your cute little button nose, you looked just like that cute fluffy rabbit. His mood swaying from the need to do something about his raging hormones, to the need of wrapping himself into a blanket burrito, something was really off with him today.

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Saturday was finally here, and you spent all night trying every single possible outfit, nearly crying in despair. Nothing was just good enough for you, but you went for a fitted summer dress, concentrating all your effort into the hair and makeup side of the outfit instead, you weren’t sure what he would even like in a girl so you wanted to play it safe for now.

When Suna got off his train and walked over to the entrance he was just frozen in place. You were trying to fix your bangs using your phone as a mirror, very much noticeably nervous. He just couldn’t believe what he was doing, he’s never been even that interested in women and that train ticket was hella pricey. But every penny was completely worth it the moment your eyes met. You gave him the widest smile he’s ever seen, your eyes filling up with tears and you just ran straight into his arms. “Well hello to you too, stranger.” he looked down at you, resting his forehead on yours, “Are we even strangers at this point-?” you were so cute he just wanted to smother your face with kisses, maybe even bite those cheeks a bit, but that was definitely not the place or the time for that. “This is the first time we officially meet, so technically we were until just now.” he reached over to hold your hand, pulling you with him, “The term ‘boyfriend’ sounds better though, you might want to use that one.” you were smiling widely, hiding your face on his arm as you walked along the sidewalk. “Right, so what are we doing today, dear boyfriend of mine?” his chest puffed out on its own, pride filling every inch of him. “Hm, if it was up to me, I would just bring you to my house and we would watch a movie, eat some pizza and probably nap.” that actually sounded like a perfect date to you, “But sadly, its hours away from us and doing that in your house might be a bit too much for your family specially since we just met-“ you stopped walking, shyly looking down, “Mom is working till late today, so it would be just sausage and us. I mean if you want to, that sounds like a great plan but I know it could be too fast-“ this time it was him the one who cut you short, “Lead the way, gorgeous.” he motioned for you to guide him through the city he had no interest at all in knowing, meeting your cat being way more interesting than sightseeing.

You stopped along the way to buy some cake for later, Suna quickly falling into the boyfriend role, holding you from behind while you guys waited for the lady to wrap your choice of cake. Of course, none of you knew Tsukishima was going out from the athletic store right across the street, he wanted to get new shoes as he kept on growing and they were starting to feel tight again. He thought he heard your giggles, making him look around in a paranoid frenzy, was he officially loosing his mind now? But then he saw his worst nightmare, aka.Suna Rintarou, nuzzling his face on your neck right there for everyone to see, what was he, some sort of animal? Was it necessary to mark you as his or something?

Disgusting.

He knew this would happen, it was very clear that both of you liked each other, and he had accepted this and willingly decided to wait for you, but saying this didn’t hurt was utter bullshit. He didn’t want you to see him, so he went back inside the shop saying he changed his mind and wanted them in white instead of black.

You took Suna to your house, your cat being the skilled ninja he is, immediately jumped on his head, enjoying his soft locks and claiming them as his new bed. This made you both laugh, “Told you, he likes you.” getting off your shoes, you grabbed a hold of his fingers, pulling him into the living room, “Hope you like me too, otherwise I might have to kidnap this cat as a consolation price.” you rolled your eyes at him, wasn’t it obvious that you did? Plopping on the sofa, you turned on your tv, giving him the remote to choose what to watch while you scrolled on your phone for a pizza place, “Pretty sure I like you more.” pleased with the answer he got comfortable next to you, carefully moving the cat to set him on his lap, choosing the scariest looking movie he could find. You scheduled the pizza to arrive a couple of hours later and got your comfy blanket out to go under it with Suna. Even if it was boiling hot outside you turned the A/C to its max to have your house freezing on purpose, cuddling the middle blocker being the ultimate goal.

Who would have thought you would be doing something so intimate with someone that was a complete stranger a week ago, but it was so soothing to be pressed to his side, your head resting on his chest while enjoying the beauty of horror.

He was sneakily trying to tickle your sides, his suppressed needs from Friday hitting him like a truck. “Rin stop! You know I’m ticklish!” you squirmed against him, trying your best to continue watching the movie, but that wasn’t good enough, if sausage could make you giggle like crazy he would accept that challenge and steal his place. He looked down at you, expressionless, before attacking your tummy with his fingers in full force, you’ve never laughed this hard, his fingers were digging into the softness of your body skillfully, the cutest sounds coming out of you as you gasped for air. Before you could actually react to what was happening you saw Suna pretty much on top of you, his lips less than an inch away from yours. You were panting heavily, your cheeks as red as they could be, eyes glossy and lips slightly parted, he lost all control of his body, his lips crashing hard on yours. Not what you thought the first kiss you’d share would be like but who were you to complain, your arms wrapping around his neck, bringing him down on you. Your lips were as sweet as the rest of you, he just couldn’t get enough of you and his mind was getting clouded, against his better judgement he lets go of your rosy lips, looking into your eyes for what felt like an eternity before going back to his spot on the sofa.

After regaining your breath, you checked your phone seeing the pizza guy was already outside waiting for you to pick up your lunch, Suna went for it, setting it down on your coffee table. The rest of the day went pretty much as planned, you finished watching the movie, having to go back a few times due to some steamy kisses here and there but the task of finishing it was over by mid afternoon. He wanted to take a short nap, having to wake up so early to take the train taking its toll on his body. You indulged him, having a mass of heavy warm muscle pressed against your body for about an hour, he slept like a baby, but you weren’t able to close an eye, too self-conscious of the situation you were in. After having some of the cake you bought earlier, it was getting pretty late and was time for him to go back home, not looking forward to number of hours needed for him to return, he just wanted to live under your bed forever, maybe no one would notice.

You walked him to the station, none of you wanting to let go of the other. Holding his face on your hands you pecked his soft lips, “I’ll go visit you next weekend, I promise.” he hated this, would Karasuno accept him? They were clearly in need of a good middle blocker, maybe he could convince his parents. “Can’t I just live in Sausage’s house? Looked pretty comfy.” It broke your heart seeing how he didn’t want to leave either; you were now understanding completely why long-distance relationships were hard. “I wish you could, but your team needs you as much as I do. Though, I like to think I need you just a tiny bit more than they do, specially after today.” you let go of his face, grinning up at him, his train was leaving in ten minutes and he needed to hurry to the platform or he would indeed need to share your cat’s cardboard house. “They can all turn into monkeys and join a circus for all I care. I’m quitting school and becoming a cat tamer.” You burst out laughing, patting his backside for him to start walking, “Got it, then let’s buy a camper and travel across the country showcasing your cat magic.” hey that didn’t sound like a bad idea, but before he could think on it more he saw his train displayed on the screen, it was already there and he would have to run, “I’ll start looking for campers in the train. Text me when you get home.” he leaned down to peck your lips once more before leaving, your heart going with him in the process.

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It’s been just a few weeks since the last time you were able to physically see your boyfriend and you’ve been so down. You wanted to see him and not just through a damn camera. His kisses were so warm and addicting, you just needed more of him. Sighing loudly, you slumped on your chair, school was over and you should probably get going, but Nishinoya came looking for you shortly after, “Hey (Y/N), the boys and I are going to get some ramen, practice got cancelled since the school is repainting the gym. Would you like to go with us? Tsukishima has been acting weird and you seemed pretty down, I bet that would make you both feel better!” some fatty unhealthy but delicious food was just what you needed, besides, the guys are fun to be around, “Sure, why not. Let’s go!”

When Nishinoya arrived at the shop with you following, the boys got overly excited, Kiyoko had declined the invitation and having a lovely face around was always welcomed. Tsukishima however couldn’t look at you without thinking of the disgusting expression on Suna’s face, making his mood even more sour.

“Hey Tsuki, why don’t you sit next to (Y/N)? I’ll seat over there with Kageyama.” before he could say anything, Yamaguchi had already pushed him down beside you and was running to hide behind Kageyama, suddenly fearing for his life at the cold look on his friend’s face. “What are you going to order, Kei? I’ve never been here before, not sure what’s good.” Kei???? Every pair of eyes now on Tuskishima’s face. Not even Yamaguchi calls him by his first name. “Hmm, you would probably like the shoyu ramen best.” you smiled at him, trusting him completely, “Got it, then that’s what I’ll get.” you deflated on your seat, resting your head on his shoulder, “Tired?” you just nodded, playing with a napkin. The team was silent taking in what was going on between you two as they waited for the food to arrive. Since when have you become this close? They didn’t know you’ve been talking daily, only Yamaguchi knew about this.

Once the food arrived, the usual bickering of the team continued, making you laugh and forget about your depressing afternoon, Hinata’s nose was currently dripping with soda and you just couldn’t stop laughing, Tsuki’s mood changing for the best. He knew you were taken now but just spending time with you was fun and he enjoyed having you by his side. He leaned over, cleaning the excess oil from your mouth with his napkin, this making you blush at the sudden touch, just what he wanted. He just went back to his ramen bowl, giving it no thought. He wanted you to get used to him, to his touch, to his presence, he wanted you to think of him whenever you felt sad, whenever you needed someone.

Your phone’s screen lit up and you answered the call right away, “Rin! How was practice? I’m eating dinner with the volleyball team right now.” he wasn’t jealous of them per say, he just wished he could be there and join you for dinner, “Heh, I bet those hungry men are all staring at your gorgeous self, not even eating.” your demeanor changed right away, earning a deep sigh from Yamaguchi, he really wanted his friend to find love and stop being so salty all the time, but you were definitely head over heels with this other guy, “Don’t be silly, everyone here knows I’m yours.” Ouch, that hurts. Tsuki got up, taking both of your empty bowls along, silently walking over to the counter, trying his best to be a man. He knew it would take time, he might not even succeed ever, but he had to be patient, “His, huh? We’ll see about that.”

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You’ve been dating Suna for the past seven months, he’s been the most loving boyfriend you could ever wish to have, as funny as always, bringing happiness to your heart every day.

But long distance relationships are hard.

You loved him so much, all you wanted to do was to be by his side. Be able to cheer for him during his matches, having him hold you to sleep. It was now physically showing how desperately you wanted this, it was clear to everyone you were barely sleeping, lets not even mention eating. You weren’t looking good at all and Tsukishima was worried.

You were forced to run for the school sports day, not being many girls in your class every single one of you were obligated to multiple roles. You didn’t even had two hours of sleep last night and breakfast…well…who had time for that, so you were feeling a bit dizzy to say the least.

Your friends were there to cheer for you at the race, Tsuki being in the first row making sure he wouldn’t miss a second. But the one that missed something was you, as soon as you started running you blacked out, falling in front of your classmates and even being stomped on by some that weren’t able to stop on time. “(Y/N)!!” the last thing you heard was Kei’s voice and that just brought you the sense of security you needed to completely loose consciousness.

Tsukishima ran over to you, lifting you in his arms and running over to the infirmary. Miyuki, who was holding your phone, called your boyfriend first before following the first year into the building.

The nurse told him you were exhausted and probably haven’t been eating much, so she wanted you to stay there for the rest of the day with I.V fluids. One of your schoolmates had also stomped too hard on your wrist and it seemed broken, so you would need to go to the hospital after class, your mother was not available to take the nurses call so she left a message and told all this to Tsukishima so he would rely the message to you when you woke up.

It took a couple of hours for you to stir, Tsukishima had been holding onto your good hand all this time hoping you would wake up soon. “Kei..? What happened?” you were very disoriented, the pain killers in your I.V being very efficient, you could barely feel any pain. “You blacked out on the middle of the race. Was told you aren’t sleeping or eating. Why are you doing this to yourself, (Y/N)? Is it because of Suna?” you could hear the amount of venom coating his last question. If he was your boyfriend he would take such good care of you, just when were you going to realize that?? “I’ve just been having a hard time lately, it’s all on me though.”

Before Tsukishima could retaliate to your argument the doors to the infirmary burst open, a very agitated and panting Suna blocking the entire doorway. “Baby, are you ok? I came as fast as I could!” he ran over to your side, cradling your face gently in his hands, taking a good look at you. You looked dead tired, sick even. “No. She’s not ok. She hasn’t been sleeping or eating for months now. Just look at her! She’s so weak can’t even run properly and got hurt, now she has to go to the hospital and get her wrist fixed and why? All because you aren’t here for her! Isn’t that what a boyfriend is supposed to do?” he was fuming, you were as startled as Suna was, what’s gotten into him? “It’s not like I don’t want to be here, Tsukishima. Do you have an idea of how far my house is from here? Why do you think it took me so long to come? I had to beg my coach to drive me here, I don’t even know how am I going back home I even forgot my school bag and my wallet is in there. I’m doing the best I can.” you reached over, placing a peck on the side of his hand, you knew he was having as much of a hard time as you were and you just appreciated him so much. “Well, it’s not enough! If you can’t fulfill your role as her boyfriend then maybe you should step down so someone else can take the spot. Someone who can and will be there for her all the time.” he was growing louder, a small crowd forming outside the doors trying to see what was going on.

“Oh? And let me guess, that person would be you, right? Pft, look, I appreciate all you’ve done for her, she adores you and you are a very important friend for her, even I know that, but you gotta understand she is MY girlfriend and that isn’t going to change any time soon.” Suna was growing more and more agitated, not even Atsumu has gotten him this aggravated before. “You see her like twice a month, Suna. How can someone like that be there for her? Think about her, about her well being! If I was you I would have done something already to be by her side.” now you were the one getting angry, why do they keep on talking like if you weren’t there?

“Don’t even talk about things you don’t know. I wanted to transfer to Karasuno but (Y/N) wouldn’t let me. She’s proud of the fact that Inarizaki scouted me to play for their school, my family moved all the way from Aichi just so I could be part of the team and I was more than willing to leave it all for her, so don’t talk like you know everything when you clearly don’t.” the blonde middle blocker was losing his last straw of patience, so what? He would have done it anyways. “So? She has to throw her life into a trashcan just so you can become someone one day and you’re just going to agree with that? Just like that?” you were now sitting up, giving your friend an annoyed tired look. “No, kei. I’m not that stupid. That’s why I’m transferring to Inarizaki next spring.” Both of them were staring at you bewildered, not even your boyfriend knew about this. “That’s why I haven’t been sleeping well, their entrance tests aren’t easy and I wanted a full scholarship to make sure my mom would agree to it.” Tsukishima’s heart was cracking and he didn’t know what to do, “But (Y/N)! What about us? You have so many friends here that love you. Are you willing to leave us all behind that easily?” you could hear the desperation in his tone of voice it was heartbreaking. “It’s not easy, Kei. Did you really think I was just sad and loosing sleep over missing my boyfriend? Of course that’s a huge part of it but making this decision has been tougher than I thought it would be for me. Not only will I be leaving my friends but also my mother, my hometown, everything I’m used to. Do you think that’s easy? But I would never make Rin come here for me, it would be like stealing his future. He is fantastic at what he does and you know it’s true. There’s nothing I can do here that I can’t do at Inarizaki, so I must be the one to move.”

They were both in complete shock, Suna’s heart was about to burst with so much love. You were really willing to leave everything behind just to be closer to him. He never thought he would find someone like you, for someone who didn’t believe in love for majority of his life he’s been blessed with the best of the best.

“We will still talk every day as we do now, Kei and I will visit often. I’m sorry to disappoint you I’m just doing what I think is the best for my boyfriend’s future and my own.” he just nodded trying to take everything in. You were leaving in just a few weeks, then what, was it all over for good? He hasn’t even had the chance to confess his feelings to you yet.

Suna was moving away your covers, gently removing the I.V from your arm. “What the hell do you think you are doing? The nurse said she had to stay with that on all day.”

“I know, but (Y/N)‘s mother, who’s a doctor, told me to bring her home after taking her to the hospital to get her wrist checked. She will get her back on it as soon as I take her to her room. Now if you excuse me, I have to take my girlfriend to the hospital.” he told you to hang on tight as he carried you bridal style out of the infirmary, all the onlookers either jealous of you or trying to snap a picture to gossip later.

Was it really the end? Was there nothing he could do? Tsukishima collapsed onto the bed you were laying on just a few seconds ago, thinking about a way to covey his feelings before it’s too late.

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The Bond Between Us ~ 9

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 3,900ish

Summary: Dooku wishes you to join him on the dark side. You, Obi-Wan, Padme, and Anakin are put in an area to be slaughtered for entertainment.

Warnings: torture, injury, pain, canon-level violence

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You weren’t feeling well when you started coming to. The uneasiness in the Force and whatever they had shot you with, was affecting you physically. As you worked up the energy to open your eyes, you could feel an innate sense of fear. But it wasn’t yours.

“Come on, little star,” you heard Obi-Wan through the Force. “Give me something.”

Hearing Obi-Wan’s voice was helping give you energy. You need to let him know that you were now awake. He could feel that you were alive, but you knew that didn’t make his fear lessen.

“I’m okay, Obi,” you spoke back to him. “I’m here.”

“Y/N,” you could feel Obi-Wan’s relief, though it wasn’t much. “Where are you?”

You slowly blinked your eyes open, trying to take in your surroundings. You were in to an almost identical room to the one you had been in previously, in the same position of floating in a tractor beam.

“I don’t know,” you responded.

“Are you injured?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Besides my side, no.” You began to branch your signature out, trying to explore the surrounding areas outside the room. Something was preventing you from going too far though. “Obi… I promise I’m okay. You need to calm your fear. Fear proves Dooku right.”

“I’m working on it, little star... I don’t like this.”

“I—“

Your conversation was cut off when Count Dooku marched into the room with a smug smirk across his lips.

“I’m glad to see you awake, my young Padawan,” he said.

“I don’t know what you have planned for me, Dooku, but I will never join you,” you snarled at the man. You could feel Obi-Wan continue to poke around using your signature. You let him, for now.

Dooku chuckled darkly. “So blind to the ways of the Jedi. We’ll see if you are still as loyal when I’m through with you.”

Count Dooku reached out his arm toward you, firing electricity from his fingertips. You screamed out in pain. You could feel Obi-Wan start to panic, having felt your pain. So you quickly put up blockers, shutting him out. Dooku laughed as you screamed and writhed in pain. When he finally stopped, your body was limp in the restraints and you were panting.

“I can sense a strong connection to the Force,” Dooku stated as he began to walk around you. “I had heard only mere rumors of your connection, but feeling it now I do know that it is the strongest connection I have ever felt. Even stronger than the Dark Lord of the Sith. Together, we could defeat him. I have no doubts. If only—“

“Never,” you spat. “If it is true what you say about the Dark Lord, then the Jedi will rally together to stop him. I will not align myself with the dark to stop someone I know I can with the light.”

“You know you can? How interesting… you have great confidence in you, especially for being so sheltered.”

“I have fought and gone on assignments. My Masters are some of the greatest Jedi in history. They did not shelter me in the ways of the Force.”

Taking a deep breath, you pushed aside the pain and focused on the Force around you. You used it to shut off the beam you were in, land on your feet on the ground, and free yourself from your restraints. Count Dooku looked at you with a mixture of shock and awe on his face.

“Impressive,” Dooku commented. “Just not enough.”

His hand shot out again, sending electric shocks at you. You weren’t able to dodge in time, finding yourself crumpled on the ground as you writhed in pain. Dooku held his other hand out to double the pain. You cried out louder than before.

Tears sprung in Obi-Wan’s eyes as he heard your loud cries of pain. He was so desperately trying to get out of the tractor beam and restraints as well as reach out to your signature. But, despite all the pain, you weren’t allowing him to make a connection. You were still shielding yourself, to protect Obi-Wan. He obsoletely hated that. Obi-Wan wanted to try to help you; try to use the Force to take some of your pain away.

Another scream filled his ears, causing Obi-Wan to wince and clench his eyes shut. He could only pray to the Maker that your torture would end soon. Obi-Wan didn’t know how much of your torture he could endure himself.

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The bright light from the sun burned your already aching eyes as you were dragged out into the arena. The Geonosian guards were not kind to you as they pulled your weak body toward one of the four large pillars sitting towards one of the ends of the arena. Geonosian spectators cheered as your back hit the pillar and they lifted your arms up to tie you by the wrists to it. Your head hung down with your eyes closed, not having enough strength to hold your head high anymore.

“Y/N,” Obi-Wan’s voice sounded, coming toward you.

You looked up to see him being led to the end pillar next to you, to be tied up in a similar fashion. His eyes were filled with relief. Well, as much relief as he could manage in the situation you both found yourselves in. You looked him over, noting that he had not been injured. Obi-Wan did the same to you, only to find the opposite. He could tell your body was worn out and weak. He had to push down the want to just wrap you up safely and go after Dooku for the pain he had caused.

“Are you alright?” He asked. He knew it was an incredibly stupid question. But it was all he could handle asking at the moment.

You barely nodded. “Yeah,” you breathed out.

“I don’t believe you.”

You painfully chuckled. “I don’t really believe myself.”

You sighed, head going back to hang out. As it did, the walls around your signature came down. Obi-Wan had kept trying to get passed the walls, so once they were down he jumped at the chance to wrap his signature around yours. It almost immediately helped you.

“Thank you,” you said softly, looking over at him.

“Of course, little star,” he responded with a small smile.

The roaring of the Geonosian crowd caused you and Obi-Wan to notice a chariot being pulled out into the arena. You could feel Obi-Wan’s frustration at the sight of Anakin and Padme on it. Anakin shot his Master a nervous smile as the chariot passed your pillars. Even in your weakened state, you could feel anger and sadness from Anakin.

“I was beginning to wonder if you’d got our message,” Obi-Wan commented as Anakin was taken from the chariot and brought to a pillar to be tied up.

“I retransmitted it just as you had requested, Master,” Anakin responded. “Then we decided to come and rescue you.”

Obi-Wan glanced up at his restraints before looking back at Anakin. “Good job.”

Anakin noticed how weak you looked and grew worried. “What happened?”

“I’m fine, Ani. Don’t worry.”

“Y/N, I need to—“

“I know about mom already, Anakin. I felt it… thank you for being there for her when I couldn’t be.”

Looking into your eyes, Anakin knew he couldn’t hide the truth from you. “I killed them, Y/N… I killed them all. Every single one of them.”

“Ani—“

“I hate them!”

“Anakin, you must watch your thoughts. You were taught better than this, I am sure of it.”

His head hung. “I know…” He looked up and around you as best as he could to see Obi-Wan. “I know that I have disappointed you, Master. I am sorry.”

“We will discuss it once we are out of this situation,” Obi-Wan responded.

The Geonosian leader calmed the roaring crowds for a brief moment to announce something in their language. The crowds quickly got loud again after he was finished. Four large doorways across from the pillars pulled up their gates, allowing the different monsters to come out. Geonosian guards were next to the doorways, poking the monsters to get them to the center of the area.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Anakin stated.

The monsters snarled and fought as they were pressured toward the pillars. You were growing increasingly concerned about how you were supposed to get out of this mess, especially since you were so weak.

“Just relax,” Obi-Wan advised you and Anakin, trying to do it himself. “Concentrate.”

“What about Padme?” Anakin wondered.

“She seems to be on top of things.”

You and Anakin looked over to see that Padme had uncuffed herself and was on top of her pillar. You looked back at Obi-Wan, catching his attention.

“Obi, I don’t know if I can do this,” you admitted. “My body is still too weak.”

“Dodge their attacks the best you can, little star,” Obi-wan responded. “I will get you out of this, I promise.”

You nodded, before turning your focus to the monster that was charging your way. With your arms still tied above your head, you dodged the first few attacks from the monster. As you dodged another attack, the monster nicked your already injured side. You cried out in pain, leaning back against the pillar.

“Y/N!” Obi-Wan and Anakin shouted.

They both had used their monsters to free themselves from the pillars but not from the bindings on their wrists. Anakin was riding on his monster while Obi-Wan was on the ground dodging attacks. Padme was still on top of her pillar, hitting her monster with her chains. Her monster reached up and scratched the back of her, cutting into her skin and ripping off part of her shirt in the process. She cried out in pain as well.

In the midst of being distracted by your pain and the chaos around you, your monster had charged back at you. It hit you with its head, tossing you up into the air. You were still attached by the chains so you were yanked before coming back down and slamming into the pillar. You bit down another cry of pain, not wanting anyone to be distracted by it.

Obi-Wan though had felt a wave of pain from you each time you were hit. It only caused him to try and fight harder to defeat his monster and come over and help you. He was rolled on the ground, trying to dodge every attack, when his monster rammed into the pillar, causing it to fall. Seeing that it was falling on top of Obi-Wan, you used the Force to stop it, allowing Obi-Wan to roll free. Once he was standing, you dropped it, feeling weaker than you already were.

“Obi,” you panted, exhausted.

Meeting your eyes, Obi-Wan could tell that you didn’t have much left in you. It didn’t help that your injured side was bleeding faster than it had before.

“I’ll be right there, little star,” Obi-Wan said. “Hang on!”

Obi-Wan looked around and noticed the Geonosian guard coming toward him. Obi-Wan quickly stole the spear from the guard and injured the guard before gearing up to take down his own monster.

You, on the other hand, were trying your best to make dodging the attacks worth it. You were using the Force to sense the monster's movements. It was honestly the only reason that you were still alive. As you dodged attacks, you noticed that Anakin was using his chains to control his monster. He rode over and took out Padme’s monster quickly.

“Jump!” Anakin instructed.

Padme jumped off her pillar, landing on the monster. You swear you saw her kiss Anakin’s cheek after she had landed. Anakin picked up Obi-Wan next before heading for you. Anakin used his monster to take out yours as Obi-Wan jumped off, hands still cuffed, to get to you. Since the monster was taken care of, you were hanging limply from the chains.

“Little star,” Obi-Wan whispered as he looked you over. His hands hovered over you, not knowing where to go first.

“Obi…” you rasped, clearly tired.

“Here!” Anakin called, riding over. “Wrap her chains around the horn and then hold her. Were going to pull the chain lose.”

“Alright,” Obi-Wan said, quickly grabbing the chain and wrapping it around the horn. Once done, he gently held you close against the pillar since he couldn’t put his arms around you. You let out a whimper as he did. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your head. “I’ve got you.”

Anakin forced the monster to pull back sharply, freeing your chain from the ring at the top of your pillar. Your hands fell down immediately, worn out from having to keep them above your head. Leaning into Obi-Wan, he helped you get to the monster. Padme pulled you behind her as Obi-Wan pushed you up. He climbed on after, allowing you to fall into him. Anakin began heading for an open doorway when battle droids rolled out and surrounded them.

“They’re here,” you gasped in relief, suddenly feeling main Force signatures around the area.

Suddenly, lightsabers were ignited around the area causing the Geonosians in the stands to fly away. Thousands of droids came marching out of the doorways in the areas, firing away. Mace Windu jumped down from where it was up in the stands with Dooku and began blocking shots. The other Jedi came to join him, running at the battle droids. Anakin forced the monster you were all on to run toward the Jedi. Three lightsabers were tossed up; you, Anakin, and Obi-Wan catching them. Anakin and Obi-Wan quickly ignited there’s, cutting each other’s cuffs off before Obi-Wan helped you with yours.

“You need to get somewhere safe,” Obi-Wan said.

“No,” you shook your head as you answered. “I will fight alongside the Jedi. It is my duty.”

“Your body cannot handle the fight. Your duty is to live.”

“My duty is to the Jedi Order, Obi-Wan.”

“Y/N, you—“

Obi-Wan was cut off by an explosion near you. The monster you were all freaked, causing the four of you to fall off. Anakin and Obi-Wan immediately began blocking shots while Padme grabbed a gun from the ground and started shooting. You ignited the saber, slightly disappointed that it was blue instead of your normal yellow, and put your back to Obi-Wan. The two of you worked in tandem to defeat the droids coming at you. You were relying heavily on the Force and Obi-Wan’s signature to keep you going. Mace Windu eventually was backed up into the two of you, helping you.

“I see you’ve allowed my Padawan to be injured, Kenobi,” Mace commented.

“It wasn’t his fault, Master,” you quickly responded.

“I’m sure.”

“I am sorry, Master,” Obi-Wan said. “I did try to protect her.”

The monster that you had previously been riding, came charging toward you. Obi-Wan pushed you out of the way, landing on top of you.

“Ow,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “A little warning next time would be nice.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, quickly helping you to your feet. “I still believe you should find someplace to hide.” His hand briefly went to your injured side, coming back with blood. “You’re still bleeding.”

“I’ll be fine, Obi-Wan.” You quickly used your saber to block an oncoming shot meant for Obi-Wan. “See. You would be dead without me.”

You turned and headed back into the fight. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile and shake his head, following after you. It wasn’t much long later when Obi-Wan’s monster found its way to the two of you. Glancing at each other, the two of you nodded before slicing away at the monster’s legs. It shrieked as it fell to the ground. You watched as Obi-Wan twirled his lightsaber and plunged it into the monster.

Your heart raced at how attractive that was to you. You quickly put up shields around your signature to protect your thoughts. It wasn’t appropriate for a Jedi to be thinking such things, especially about another Jedi. But how couldn’t you when Obi-Wan was looking like that during a battle? It was rude.

The droids had strategically surrounded all of the Jedi. Pushing them into the middle of the arena. You noted that there was less than half of the amount of Jedi standing with you than there had been at the start of the rescue. It saddened you to think that so many had died for this rescue. The droids suddenly stopped firing, allowing you to slowly relax. Obi-Wan bent down and checked the pulse of a fallen Jedi. You watched as his head hung, allowing you to assume that the Jedi had died. He stood back up and looked at you. You were clearly hanging in there, but still very weak. He was sure that if this lull in the battle lasted for much longer, you would simply fall over. He came close to you, just in case he would need to catch you.

“Master Windu, you have fought gallantly,” Count Dooku started from his balcony, “worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi Order.” Geonosian guards pushed a few more Jedi into the center with you. “Now it is finished. Surrender, and your lives will be spared.”

“We will not be hostages to be bartered, Dooku!” Windu retorted.

“Then, I’m sorry, old friend.”

The droids aimed at you. Taking a deep breath and pushing down the pain, you held up your lightsaber again. Your brows furrowed when you heard the sound of ships coming closer.

“Look!” Padme exclaimed.

Looking up, you saw ships full of clones descending upon the arena. You noted that Master Yoda was in one of the ships. The ships began firing at the droids, causing the battle to start up again. The ships came lower, allowing the clones to join the battle and the Jedi to leave. Anakin helped Padme onto one of the ships, with Obi-Wan guiding you to it. He hopped on before turning around and pulling you up before the ship flew away. You lost balance, falling into Obi-Wan who caught you easily.

“Sit down,” he ordered, helping you move to the back wall of the open ship. You allowed him to help you sit on the ground, the pain flooding your senses. “Stay put.”

You gave a silent nod before he went back to his position in the opening. Obi-Wan reignited his saber when the ship started being shot at.

“Hold on!” He said. The clones piloting the ship began shooting back.

“Aim right above the fuel cells!” Anakin directed. The clones did as directed, causing the fuel cells to explode.

“Good call, my young Padawan.” Obi-Wan noticed that Federation starships were launching. “Attack those Federation starships! Quickly!”

You groaned as the ship jostled. Your hand came to your side that was still heavily bleeding. You were beginning to notice the effect the blood loss was having on you. Your eyes were getting more and more tired, with your head hurting and the world spinning.

“Obi-Wan,” you whispered, so silent nobody noticed. “Obi…” Still, no one noticed, being distracted by the fight below.

You allowed your eyes to close but forced yourself to try and stay conscious. You tried not to think about what might happen if you were to lose consciousness. The shields around your signature slipped back down as you tried to conserve your energy.

“Look over there!” Obi-Wan shouted, pointing at speeders near the ground.

“It’s Dooku!” Anakin exclaimed. “Shoot him down!”

“We’re out of rockets, sir,” the pilot clone responded.

“Follow him!”

“We’re gonna need some help!” Padme said.

“There isn’t time!” Obi-Wan replied. “Anakin and I can handle this!”

As the ship followed Dooku, it continued to be shot at. In trying to dodge a blast, the ship was hit, causing Padme and a clone trooper to be knocked out.

“Padme!” Anakin screamed. “Put the ship down!”

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan yelled, jumping over to him. “DOn’t let your personal feelings get in the way!” He looked back up at the pilot. “Follow that speeder!”

“Lower the ship!”

“I can’t take Dooku alone!”

“You have Y/N!”

“You know that Y/N is in no condition to fight! I need you! If we catch him, we can end this war right now! We have a job to do!”

“I don’t care! Put the ship down!”

“You will be expelled from the Jedi Order!”

“I can’t leave her!”

“Come to your senses! What do you think Padme would do were she in your position?”

Anakin looked away from his Master, thinking for a brief moment. “She would do her duty.”

Obi-Wan took this chance to look back at you. Your head was limp and your eyes were closed. He was about to freak when he felt your signature wrap around his for strength. He quickly returned the gesture, trying to keep you here with him. He knew that if you didn’t get medical attention soon, you wouldn’t make it. He didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t make it. But Obi-Wan couldn’t just turn the ship around and stop following after Dooku. He had a duty to the Jedi Order, just as you had told him earlier.

Obi-Wan was beginning to feel hypocritical about the words he had just spoken to Anakin, but his budding feelings for you were not the same as his Padawan’s feelings for the Senator… right? He had only just been reunited with you after ten years and your age difference meant that he was your senior by about 16 years. It wasn’t right, it could never happen. He simply just cared very much. He quickly excused his feelings to the bond that you two shared. The Force bond had to have a play in the way his feelings worked toward you. It was the only logical explanation.

As their ship followed Dooku into a cliff opening, Obi-Wan had the strongest pull in the Force to grab you from the ship. Anakin ran off the ship with his saber as Obi-Wan turned back and scooped you up in his arms. He jumped off the ship with a clone trooper just before the ship was hit and exploded. He set you down inside the opening, hidden away.

“You!” Obi-Wan called to the trooper with him. “Watch over her. Do not let anything happen to her!”

“Yes, sir,” the trooper responded.

Obi-Wan turned back to you and ran his hand down your face. He felt you move into it, letting him know you were still barely conscious. “You stay alive, little star… it’s not your time yet. I’m coming back to get you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before running off to help Anakin with Dooku.

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the night we met [tsukishima kei}

It was the night after the volley match between Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. kiyoko invited me to watch the match with her since she stopped being the manager for that team. when the match was over I went straight home, even though kiyoko told me that he wanted to introduce me to the team. but I didn’t really want to be drained from meeting a lot of new people, even though I wouldn't really talk to them it's enough to made me feel tired. I believe that kiyoko realized by now what kind of person I am. since I've been always hanging around her these last couple weeks since I moved to this high school for the eleventh grade.

The route I have been walking to my house is tiring and I know I could’ve just used my bike, but I would rather spend my time outside rather than inside my house. It was then when I heard someone ring his bicycle bell at me, I could recognize by their blonde hair that it was him, karasuno’s middle blocker, Tsukishima. he then stopped the bike to my left.

He said “you know something unpleasant might happen to school girl like walking home by herself in the middle night."

“You know that it’s rude to think that all girls are weak?” I retorted.

"I’m just trying to give you a ride, that’s all.” he said sheepishly

i chuckled “I think it’s very easy to piss you off.”

I sat on the back of his bike, He has yet to say anything since he started cycling. It’s been 10 mins of silence, but it was then I realized that he's been taking me down a wrong turn. Yet I couldn't even tell where i was.

“Eh.. Kei?” I whispered

“Why has it taken you so long to realize that I have been taking you the wrong way?…”, he laughed. “…I know what i’m doing”

Finally he stopped at the river next to my neighborhood. He leaned the bike onto a nearby bench, and laid down on the river bank.

“I've recently found that I love to spend my time here, it’s quiet you know?” he stated.

“I think you forgot that you’re gonna take me home.” I jokingly jeered at him.

“Just stay in here for a bit, plus I need someone to vent at....” he replied. I rolled my eyes and sat next to him. His brown eyes were looking up at the brilliant night sky. and I agreed, it’s very peaceful here.

“....You know my neighbor has been pretty loud for a couple weeks.”

I honestly don’t really pay attention to him, I am drowned by the night sky.

He continued “yeah, my neighbour’s uncle is kinda awful though, always screaming all the time. I can even hear him from three houses away.”

Then I realized what he was trying to say. but there is no way he’s my neighbor.

“Do you even know that I live right next to you?” he whispered.

“I'm not sure…” I replied.

“Gosh I don't think you ever pay attention, you're always deep in your own mind I bet.” he stated.

It’s just embarrassing, I never realized that he lived next to me. I always leave my house early and return very late so I don’t need to go through the chaos that happens in my house. I stood up and left, but yet he stopped me.

“You don’t need to explain anything to me. I understand if you never want to be around or talk to anyone.”, I was trying so hard to hold my tears back because it’s gonna be embarrassing if I cry.

“I’ve been watching you lately (y/n). I understand why you’re trying to avoid people.” He seemed very worried about me but I still can’t look at him in the eyes.

“Even my mom is worried about you, we can hear your brother beat you every night. I know that’s the reason why you're always wear those long sleeves.”,

I can’t hold back my tears any more, I bursted out tears. My chest started to hurt. I covered up my face, I did’t want him to see me cry. I don’t want anyone to think that i’m just a pathetic girl. The second after my outburst he started to hug me very tight. I still can remember what he smells like. He rubbed my head and just kept saying

“you’ll be alright (y/n).”

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Fought for Me

Chapter 7: A Promise, a Late Night Rendezvous

(TW WARNING! There will be intense injury in this chapter due to the fact that Sisu got shot. It won’t be too gruesome but I wanted to give everyone a heads up! Enjoy!)

Rage quickly filled Raya’s body at seeing the arrow pointed at her heart. After everything, and Raya really means everything, that’s happened between them? Namaari was seriously going to screw her over like this? Oh Raya could actually kill her right now! And she definitely would have, if Namaari was the one with the arrow.

Though it took Raya a couple of seconds to process what was happening, her brain finally caught up when Namaari moved in front of her to block the arrow. As it would turn out, the voice that claimed to be taking the gem pieces was from a man.

Raya was rather embarrassed to find that with Namaari’s body moving right in front of her her, she couldn’t see what was happening. She decided to poke her head above Namaari’s shoulder to get a better view. Along with the man that just spoke, there were about fifteen or so Fang warriors with weapons.

Now that’s what Raya calls a problem.

“Stand down, Wahn. That is an order,” Namaari stated in an eerily calm voice.

Damn, that voice made Raya want to stand down and Namaari’s not even taking to her.

“I am operating under direct orders from Chief Virana,” the guy who’s apparently named Wahn stated.

“It is so like my mother to try and ruin my life,” Namaari mumbled to herself.

Raya frowned, thinking that maybe Namaari might have set this up. That there was some elaborate and devious plot to dupe Raya into thinking the Fang princess is innocent before utterly destroying her.

But Namaari’s not wearing scent blockers. She smells confused, distressed, and even a little betrayed. Probably due to the fact that her own mother has very different ideas handling whatever this situation is.

Point of the matter is that scent doesn’t lie. That means Namaari was truly only here to do what’s right. She had no intention of betraying Raya. And stupid Wahn is ruining it. Toi, what kind of name even is Wahn anyways? It’s the kind of name for losers.

“Step aside, Princess Namaari. There’s no reason for you to injury yourself for the likes of her,” Wahn stated, gesturing to Raya in disgust.

Rude as hell.

“Speak of her in such a manner again and see what happens,” Namaari growled before Raya could even respond.

Though she absolutely loathed to admit it, hearing the taller woman sound so protective over her made Raya a little too pleased. Her omega too. Why can’t Raya ever actually focus when she needs to?

“You know, I think we can all just, take a step back for a moment and reflect on our actions,” Sisu awkwardly interjected, likely trying to diffuse the situation.

Seeing the dragon begin to move closer, Wahn decides to aim the arrow at Sisu’s chest.

“I swear to all that is good in this world Wahn, if you pull that trigger I will personally see to it that you never touch a mere kitchen knife again,” Namaari warned.

“I have been given my orders and I will not go against them,” Wahn declared. “All of you either come with me willingly or we will have no choice but to take you by force.”

“I really hope you didn’t trust me enough to not bring a weapon because I do not have one,” Namaari whispered.

Suddenly Raya regrets insisting on a peaceful, no weapons meeting.

“I brought my father’s sword but I’m not too sure what that’s gonna do against a tiny army!” Raya fearfully whispered back.

“Give me the sword, I’ll do what I can to hold them off while you gather the others to safety,” Namaari mumbled while the Fang soldiers appeared to be getting more trigger happy by the second.

“Are you kidding me? You’ll look like a pin cushion if you go through with this! Your plan is awful. Seriously, why can’t I associate with someone who doesn’t think of garbage plans?” Raya scowled.

“Raya, for once in my life I’m actually doing the right thing, so stop-” Namaari had begun to say.

This is where it all went wrong. Raya’s not sure who did, but someone stepped on a twig. That was enough for everything to go to hell.

The sudden noise had to have startled the Wahn guy because even he looked surprised when he pulled the trigger. Normally, Raya had the sense to move and avoid a weapon being flung right at her, but she honestly couldn’t. Princess Raya of Heart is still as statue.

Her lack of action ultimately didn’t matter because Namaari took the liberty of throwing Raya to the ground, effectively getting the Heart princess out of the way of any arrows that may pierce through her. Both Namaari and Sisu were not as fortunate.

When stupid Wahn pulled the trigger, it unleashed a wave of arrows from the rest of the Fang army. The rest of Raya’s human companions were far away enough to be out of the danger, but in Namaari’s efforts of keep the omega from the crossfire, she ended up getting pierced by an arrow in the process.

The arrow got stuck in Namaari’s left leg, causing her to scream in pain and collapse on the ground.

“Oh my gods!” Raya shrieked as she fell to her knees and git a closer look at the injury.

Raya’s panic mixed with Namaari’s pain was nothing compared to what they both felt after they saw one of the many arrows stab Sisu straight through the heart. The dragon didn’t scream, it all happened much too quickly for her to react. Instead, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body gave out. Raya could do nothing but scream as Sisu fall off the side of the cliff hit the ground.

Naturally, things went from bad to worse. Raya, still close to Namaari’s heavily injured body, leaned over the edge of the cliff to see what was at the bottom. What she saw would give her nightmares for years.

All the water had seemingly evaporated the moment Sisu was shot. The protection that Fang once held was gone. Everyone’s protection is gone. Raya’s mind jumped to Charanya and Aulia. They had nowhere to go. Her baby would turn to stone and there’s absolutely nothing she can do about it.

Tears began streaming down her face without Raya even realizing it. At this point, she just felt defeated. Not only did she lose the only thing that could have brought her father back, but she also lost one of the best friends she’d ever had.

Namaari’s groan of snapped her out of her thoughts and she quickly wiped her eyes to try and asses the damage.

“I’m so sorry. You’re a pin cushion because of me,” Raya sniffled, trying really hard to fight back sobs.

“Oh please, this isn’t your fault. I totally had this coming. I’ve been known to be an undercut binturi,” Namaari weakly smiled.

Namaari’s awful joke honestly just made Raya want to cry even more. The Fang woman was shot and yet she was still trying to make Raya feel better.

“If anyone’s sorry here, it’s me. I can’t believe I didn’t notice that I was being followed. You lost your friend because of me. I really am sorry,” Namaari chocked out mournfully.

“Oh don’t be stupid, this wasn’t your fault. That guy was way too trigger happy. I’m sure he would have found a way to get to us either way,” Raya sniffled.

Raya never thought she would be comforting Namaari. And she certainly never thought she would actually mean the words she said. It really does take one instance to change everything.

“That arrow needs to stay in until a proper healer can get their hands on,” Tong stated, causing both Raya and Namaari to jump.

Neither girl had noticed his arrival. Nor did they notice Boun and Noi right beside them. Damn, Raya needs to put a bell on those three.

“Let’s not worry about that now. My people, they need to get out of here,” Namaari said in a strained voice.

Raya’s honestly not too sure where they’re going to go considering the fact that with the water gone, there’s really nowhere to hide.

But, well, it’s better than doing nothing.

“Tong, you go ahead. We need to get everyone that’s not an adult or can’t stand on Tuk Tuk,” Raya said.

Despite Tong’s insistence on staying, Raya reminded him that someone had to help the other Fang citizens. Though he didn’t like it, the Spine man rushed off with a gem piece to try saving as many people as possible from the Druun.

Putting Boun and Noi on Tuk Tuk was no issue. Even the ongis got on without a hitch. The real issue was trying to get Namaari on without accidentally agitating her very prominent injury.

“Seriously, just leave me so that you and your friends can get out here. My people need help much more than I do,” Namaari sighed as yet another attempt to get on Tuk Tuk’s back failed.

Part of it was the fact that it was nearly impossible to get the alpha on the pillbug without digging the arrow deeper in her limb. The other part was the fact that Tuk Tuk is kind of a jackass and scoots away whenever Namaari comes near him.

“Someone’s self sacrificial today. Take it from me, it’s not a good look for you,” Raya frowned.

“Liar, I always look good.”

“You got shot in the damn leg! You look the opposite of good!”

“I look fantastic.”

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO REITERATE THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE BEEN SHOT! WITH AN ARROW! TOI HOW STUPID ARE YOU?!”

“There’s no need to yell at the injure-”

“FOCUS PEOPLE! THERE IS A CRISIS!” Boun yelled, effectively breaking up their argument.

Raya sighed and gently guided Namaari on the floor. She knelt in front of Tuk Tuk and crossed her arms.

“Listen, buddy, you gotta let Namaari on your back,” Raya insisted.

The pillbug did not budge.

“Okay, it was kinda funny the first time, but now I just want to get a move on! I get the fact that you’re still upset over being kicked and all but she was literally shot in the leg! I think that’s an acceptable form of retribution! Please Tuk!” the Heart omega begged.

Tuk Tuk, despite the grumbling, lowered himself so that Namaari had a better shot of climbing onto the shell.

With the power of love, friendship, and a lot of painful movements from Namaari, the injured woman was finally on Tuk Tuk.

“Finally! Okay, you two find Namaari a medic and help when you can, I’m going to go straight for finding Tong. I’m sure he needs backup,” Raya told them.

Boun nodded and steered Tuk Tuk off to find people to help and medics to save Namaari. Hopefully they could find help before said medic turned to stone themselves.

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Raya didn’t even feel like she was her own person as she used her gem piece to help guide the Fang citizens back to safety. Her mind jumps from Sisu’s death to Namaari’s injury to how her baby is probably a statue right to how utterly powerless Raya felt right now.

At some point in the fray, she accidentally dropped her gem piece while the Druun was gunning straight for Raya. She absolutely would have become stone if it weren’t for the help of...Namaari?!

There the princess was, in all her alpha Fang glory. Though now she had a thick bandage tightly wrapped around the area it was stuck in. Namaari was leaning on a wooden crutch and seemed to be in a significantly less amount of pain than before, which is great!

The fact that she walking around a battlefield totally pisses Raya off though.

“What the hell are you doing up right now? There’s no way an actual medic cleared you to start hobbling around!” the Heart woman snapped.

“Of course they didn’t,” Namaari simply replied.

“What is your problem?! You are a cripple!” Raya hissed.

“Careful dep la, I might start thinking you care about my well being,” Namaari smirked.

A horrible realization came across Raya, because honestly, she is worried about Nmaaari’s well being. She’s gonna turn to stone before admitting that though. And hey, with the way things are going right now, the chance of that is pretty high.

“Shut up and stay close to me,” was all Raya managed to say.

To Namaari’s credit, she did just that. For someone that only had one leg that actually worked, she managed to be fast and was a great guide to safety. Her expansive knowledge of Fang certainly played a big part in that.

Somehow, they were able to evacuate just about everyone in the town. Tong, Boun, and Noi raced up to her as Tuk Tuk was evacuating the last of the civilians.

“Alright, that looked like everyone,” Boun confirmed when he joined the group.

“Wonderful. Now let’s-” Raya started, before the ground quite literally gave out beneath her.

Panic engulfed her before she realized that she didn’t even hit the ground that hard. Then she discovered that she was laying on top of Namaari.

“Damn, are you okay?! I didn’t hurt your leg too badly, did I?” the Heart woman asked worriedly while scrambling to her feet.

“No, I’m alright. Toi, look out!” Namaari exclaimed as she pointed behind her.

On instinct, Raya shoved the gem piece in the direction Namaari was pointing to. The horrible creature screeched and split off. The omega quickly helped her companion to her feet so that they could both participate in the efforts of keeping the Druun at bay.

“This isn’t working! There’s too many of them!” Tong exclaimed.

Dread filled at the pit of Raya’s stomach. She knew he was right. They wouldn’t be able to survive much longer like this. To top it all off, the glow of the gems was getting dimmer and dimmer.

Noi had begun whimpering and was giving her best effort to hide her face in Tong’s shoulder. Not once had she seen the baby look so terrified. It was starting to break Raya’s heart.

“What do we do? We can’t stop them anymore!” Boun yelled.

What to do is right. Honestly, Raya had no fucking clue what she was supposed to do. This feels like her fault entirely. If she hadn’t gone searching for dragons, they wouldn’t be in this mess. Sisu wouldn’t be dead, just asleep and hope for other generations wouldn’t have been destroyed.

As Raya was continuing her internal spiral of despair, a golden glint caught her eye. The dragon pendent.

She can’t say for certain why she kept the thing after all this time. It would have given her a nice chunk of jade, which she desperately needed during the past six years. And with such negative memories behind how she got the pendant, its sentimental value wasn’t all that great.

But maybe this is why she needed it. To remind her of what Sisu said.

“Everybody! Give me your gem pieces! We can still put it back together!” Raya told them.

“Sisu’s gone! We don’t have her magic anymore!” Boun oh so kindly reminded her.

“It’s not about the magic, it’s about the trust we have in each other!” Raya yelled, barely being able to hear herself over the Druun’s screeching.

“WHAT?!” Namaari screamed.

Raya’s not sure if Namaari was yelling like that because she genuinely couldn’t hear or because she thought Raya was insane. Either way, it’s a bit hard to give everyone a full play by play.

“I don’t have time to explain everything, people! All you guys need to know is that the reason why the gem worked the first time is because Sisu’s siblings trusted her with their lives! We need to trust each other like Sisu wanted us to, even if her plans were garbage!” Raya told them.

“How can you be sure this will work?” Tong asked while simultaneously evading another attack from the Druun.

“I don’t, but it’s the only chance we have! C’mon, circle of trust people, let’s do it!” Raya exclaimed.

Boun, Tong and Noi were shooting glances at each other. Then they’d look at Namaari, then at Raya, then back at each other. They’re not sure what to make of Namaari, since it’s obvious she had meant to stop this madness before being followed. Even so, they’re hesitant. Since everyone layered up on scent blockers earlier that morning, she can’t exactly smell what they’re feeling, but she doesn’t need to. It’s written all over their faces. Raya knows what she has to do.

Though Raya was shaking like a leaf, she put her gem piece in Namaari’s hand. She tried stepping back to let the Druun, uh, consume her? Is that what they do? But the Fang woman was faster, and got a vice like grip on Raya’s wrist.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Namaari hissed.

“I’m taking the first step,” Raya said as if it was obvious.

“Look who’s trying to be the self sacrificing one now? You’re so hypocritical,” Namaari snapped.

“Maybe I just wanted to be more like you, Namaari,” Raya stated.

“I feel like you should know that self sacrifice isn’t a good look on you either,” Namaari declared.

“I bet I wear it better than you,” Raya smirked.

“You wish, dep la,” Namaari whispered.

Raya tried to take a step back, but the other woman’s grip around her wrist was something fierce. Okay, now Raya’s a bit annoyed. The only way for this to work is to prove that Raya trusts Namaari. How the hell is Raya supposed to prove anything if Namaari is keeping her hostage?

“Let me go, Namaari. I know what I’m doing,” Raya said softly, trying soothe her.

“I’m not sure why you’re being so risky. You have a kid, so I should be the one giving you my gem piece,” Namaari tried arguing.

Hah! If that’s the case, then Namaari shouldn’t give up her piece either. Not like Raya can make that argument, though.

“Do you trust me?” Raya asked.

Namaari nodded. The omega woman could smell the utter terror her companion had.

“Then let me do this. It will work,” Raya insisted with all the conviction she could muster.

Reluctantly, Namaari loosened her grip on Raya’s wrist. Despite the many survival instincts screaming at her not to, Raya stepped into the fray of the Druun with no protection. All she could do was imagine her family as the life left her very being.

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Raya felt a droplet of water plop on her head. Then another. Before she knew it, she could move her face. Then the hands that were originally cupping water flopped to her sides. Namaari had done it.

She turned her head to see Namaari gasping for air. The Fang princess’s hand was already resting on Raya’s shoulder, a comforting warmth exuding from it. Namaari automatically turned to her left to see Raya looking right at her.

Namaari smiled in utter relief and squeezed Raya’s shoulder with her hand. Choked up by the dozens of emotions the Heart woman felt, she just mustered a smile right back and brought her left hand up to squeeze Namaari’s.

Raya and Namaari were snapped out of the little trance they were in when they heard Boun yelp and face plant on the ground. Raya resisted the urge to laugh at the fall and helped him up after he finished wiggling his legs. Tong and Noi were quite literally jumping for joy after feeling the rain hit.

“Oh toi, Tuk Tuk! He must have been so scared! C’mon, let’s get up there!” Raya yelled while pointing to the exit.

“That’s your big concern right now?” Namaari asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey, my father and baby are totally fine right now because Charanya’s got them. Oh toi, my father’s not stone anymore!” Raya exclaimed, barely allowing herself time to process the truth in that statement.

“That’s right, and it’s all thanks to you, dep la,” Namaari smiled.

“Well, I suppose I can’t take all the credit. You’re no slouch yourself, binturi,” Raya giggled.

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“They do know we are right here, right?” Boun asked.

“Let them have this. Something tells me this is going to get very complicated very quickly,” Tong sighed. Noi nods in agreement.

“Let’s just get out of here.”

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Raya almost ate shit like three times trying to climb out of that stupid cave like structure. It was hard enough trying to balance herself, but then she was also yanking on Namaari’s arm so that she can at least try to stay upright.

The group of five plus three ongis finally broke though to the surface. Raya began eagerly looking around for Tuk Tuk the second she was on solid ground. Only a couple second later was Raya blessed with Tuk Tuk’s adorable face barreling right to her.

“Oh, my baby! I love you so much, bud,” the Heart woman cooed as she began affectionately scratching his perfect little head.

“No way! Look up!” Boun yelled.

Confused, Raya did just that. Honestly, she’s never seen anything more magnificent in her entire life.

There in the sky was dragons. Hundreds of them, all varying shades of all different colors zipping through the sky. Raya laughed from pure awe at seeing these legendary creatures in the flesh.

“I can’t even believe this,” Raya whispered.

“Me neither. The dragon nerd in me is kind of freaking out right now,” Namaari mumbled in awe.

Raya could smell the fascination all over Namaari. Her scent had become much sweeter with a surprisingly strong hint of citrus. (Now’s really not a good time to remember the fact that Raya loves anything with citrus.) There’s nothing that can truly describe how she feels in this very moment.

“I just wish Sisu could be here to see this. It wouldn’t be possible without her,” Raya sighed mournfully.

As if the dragons all somehow heard her, they began rapidly flying in the air. It almost looked as though they were preforming some kind of choreographed dance in the sky. A blob of water appeared in the middle of the action and it morphed into none other than Sisudatu.

“AYE SISU! GET OVER HERE!” Raya yelled happily.

At the speed of light, the water dragon nose dived straight to where the little group was huddled up.

“I gotta say, saving the world has left me positively starved,” Sisu grinned.

“I’ve got some spare jackfruit jerky if you’d like,” the omega giggled.

“Raya, I love you so much, but I will never be that hungry,” Sisu bluntly stated.

The Heart woman merely laughed and lunged at Sisu to get a hug. Sisu swiftly returned it and squeezed her tightly.

“Awww, get in here everybody! And yes, I’m talking to you too Namaari!” Sisu declared as she scooped up the five humans in a tight hug.

“Ah, it is good to breathe in your glorious dragon stench once more,” Tong exclaimed.

“I choose to take that as a compliment!” Sisu said as she squeezed everyone tighter.

“Okay, now it’s getting hard to breathe,” Raya wheezed out before everyone was released.

“There’s a fifty percent chance that the Shrimporium was demolished, but if it wasn’t, you guys want to hitch a ride?” Boun asked once the joyous reunion was over.

“I’d love a ride, Captain Boun. Provided that there is a boat to ride,” Raya nodded.

“I too wish to venture back home on the boat that brought us here! If it’s an option,” Tong agreed.

Noi babbled something and she was smiling, so Raya assumed that meant she was cool with tagging along.

“What about you, Princess Namaari? You gonna ride along with us?” the young boy asked.

“If you’ll have me, then of course. I do need to discuss things with my mother before going anywhere, though,” Namaari told the group.

“Good luck with that,” Raya smirked.

“Yeah, I’ll need it. Raya, before we leave, I was hoping I’d be able to talk to you,” Namaari whispered to avoid the others listening in.

That may be a problem. Raya’s not entirely sure what they’re going to talk about, but she can almost guarantee that the Heart woman is going to hate whatever topic they come across.

But hell, the dragons were back. Sisu is alive and her father is no longer stone. Charanya’s family is also no longer stone and she can’t run the risk of being stone either. Aulia never has to see the Druun for as long as she lives. Raya can deal with an uncomfortable conversation.

“Sure, let’s talk down at the docks. We need to see if Boun’s poor boat is salvageable anyways,” the Heart princess nodded.

Once Raya let everyone know of their plas, she marched on to their destination with Tuk Tuk in tow. Namaari had no complaints and followed after her. The Fang alpha was clearly having a difficult time keeping with Raya’s anxious speed walking pace, so she had to force herself to slow down.

In what felt like absolutely no time and all the time in the world, they arrived at the docks. The good news is the fact that the Shrimporium is intact. Got to look on the bright side, after all.

“Why don’t we sit on the pier? I wouldn’t want to strain a cripple,” Raya smirked.

“Toi, consider this the last time I save your life. Your mockery is the only thanks I get,” Namaari scowled with no real bite in her voice.

The Fang woman eased herself on a bench and Raya sat right beside her. Raya almost instantly regretted that decision as the smell of soil and citrus surrounded her, making it hard for Raya to focus. Namaari really needs to get a move on with this chat.

“So, what’s up?” Raya questioned. Namaari took in a long, shaky breath before speaking.

“I just wanted to apologize. For everything, really. I never should have betrayed you back when we were kids. Even then, I knew it was wrong and I shouldn’t have done it. And I realize that what happened on the hill wasn’t entirely on me, but I still should have done something to stop it. I am so sorry, and I don’t expect you to forgive me. I wanted to let you know I’m sincerely remorseful for everything I’ve done and I have every intention of making it up to you, however I can. If you let me, of course,” Namaari finished off very bashfully.

“I forgive you,” Raya simply said. And she meant it.

“Wait what?” Namaari asked, clearly dumfounded.

“I said I forgive you. I forgave you the moment you decided to do the right thing to save everyone. Granted, everything isn’t perfect. It’s going to take some time before we can really trust each other again but I’d like to try if you would,” Raya explained with a rapidly beating heart.

“I’d like that,” Namaari said with an ear splitting grin.

That smile alone could have brought Raya back from stone over how magical it is. Who knew the Fang princess had such a wonderful smile?

“I’m glad,” was the best Raya could come up with.

“Good. Also, about the time where we, uh, spent your heat together-” Namaari began as her face turned bright red.

Ah, see, now it feels like someone dumped a bucket of cold water over her. Raya’s not ready for this. Her mind has been very positive, and she really can not handle hearing how Namaari thought the whole thing was this huge mistake that should have never happened. It didn’t mean anything, so Raya shouldn’t be as scared of this topic as she was. May as well end the conversation before it even starts.

“Yeah, don’t even worry about that!” Raya nearly screamed, effectively cutting Namaari off. “I get it, instincts were crazy, life happens, no worries!”

“No.....worries?” Namaari asked, clearly very puzzled.

“Yeah, no worries! I mean, it’s not like you forced me into doing anything I didn’t feel comfortable with! No harm, no foul,” Raya said while waving her off.

“Right,” Namaari mumbled.

Yikes. Not the reaction Raya was hoping for. Honestly, she’s not even sure what reaction she wanted from Namaari. But now the Fang alpha just sounds weirdly dejected. Then a horrible thought overtook Raya’s mind.

“Shit, I didn’t force you into anything, did I? The memories are kind of hazy,” the Heart woman frantically asked.

To Raya’s relief and annoyance, the other woman laughed.

“Please! You’ve seen your muscles compared to mine, right? There’s no way you were forcing me into anything I wasn’t okay with,” Namaari snorted.

“I’ll have you know, binturi, that I’m crazy strong,” Raya grinned while nudging her.

“Oh yeah? Prove it,” Namaari said in a provoking manner.

Just when Raya was totally going to prove it, the rest of their companions caught up to them.

“CANNONBALL!” the water dragon yelled as she proceeded to throw herself into the large body of water.

On instinct, Raya jumped up from her seat and hid behind Namaari. Boun and Noi had the same idea with Tong. In a couple seconds both alphas were drenched with water as the other three remained fairly dry.

“Did you actually just use me, the cripple that saved your life, as a human shield from water?” Namaari spat at the Heart princess.

“Maybe,” Raya admitted guiltily.

“When I’m fully healed, you’re going to have to watch your back,” Namaari glared.

“Fair enough,” Raya shrugged.

“How cruel it is to learn that my own companions have betrayed me so,” Tong scowled while looking down at Boun and Noi.

“Sorry,” Boun laughed awkwardly.

Noi, on the other hand, didn’t even look a little sorry.

“Okay, why don’t we talk about things that make us smile, mainly because I’m scared Namaari is going to try stabbing my eye out with her crutch. I know I’m super excited to my family again! Especially my daughter. She’s super cute, and young, Namaari please stop trying to kill me with your eyes,” Raya whispered in fear.

“By the dragons, I nearly forgot due to all the commotion! Tell me, how old is your precious child?” Tong asked happily.

Out of the corner of Raya’s eye, she could see the Fang princess stiffen. Shit. Namaari may be a major binturi, but she’s not an idiot. Basic math would totally give away Aulia’s parentage.

That is, if Raya was honest about her child’s age.

“She’s about a year old now,” Raya lied.

Though she still refuses to look directly at Namaari, Raya can see the other woman’s body visibly relax. Raya tried to ignore the hurt she felt over the obvious relief Namaari experienced when thinking Aulia isn’t hers. Of course the Fang woman doesn’t want a kid, she’s eighteen for heaven’s sake.

This is so coming back to bite Raya. She knows it. But that day did not have to be today.

“Ah, what a wonderful age!” Tong beamed, oblivious to Raya’s inner turmoil.

“Aww, she sounds so cute! Hey, who’s her other parent? I don’t think you ever told us,” Boun asked out of pure childlike curiosity.

Wow, so apparently everyone just loves talking about the subjects Raya is desperately trying to avoid. It honestly feels a little bit targeted. She officially regrets bringing up her child.

The Heart woman began laughing rather nervously when she noticed that Namaari had, once again, seemed very intent on hearing Raya’s answer to these questions about Aulia.

“Haha! Boy oh boy, that is definitely a question! Thanks for that! I’m just so thrilled that the youth today have such inquiring minds! On that note, I’m just going to go make sure Sisu’s not drowning!” Raya exclaimed, avoiding the question like an absolute pro.

And on that note, Raya dived right into the water, despite the confusion from her dearest friends.

Looks like hiding behind Namaari to stay dry was a futile attempt. The cold water was honestly a relief against Raya’s warm skin. It felt like she was on fire up there.

Sisu then noticed Raya swimming around and waved excitedly at her. Raya smiled and waved right back at her. It’s a nice time to be swimming.

The Heart woman then remembered the fact that she is not a water dragon and can not hold her breath for that long. Her lungs began to burn and she had no choice but to resurface.

Raya popped her head out of the water and was greeted with four utterly confused faces. Eight if you count Tuk Tuk and the ongis.

She might as well give them an update on the water dragon’s condition.

“Don’t worry! Sisu’s all good!” Raya smiled.

Silence.

“BINTURI WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU-”

#raya and the last dragon #ratld #rayaari #namaari #raya x namaari #namaari x raya #raya and namaari #ratld namaari #raya disney #ratld raya #omegaverse #alpha #omega #alpha namaari #omega raya

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veryinnovative · 7 months

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this is about to be a long fucking ask sorry lmao 😭 (but also..not rlly sorry)

james’ shorts have absolutely no chance against his monstrous thighs, they are fighting for their lives truly. i have always said jeg gives very sakuatsu vibes to me, but I think u could combine that a little bit with atsuhina?? james met sirius when he started high school, instantly fell in love with playing for him, and upon hearing about the younger black brother/seeing him play for the first time james instantly knows he wants to play with regulus one day as well. i think there could be a fun combination of that scene where atsumu tells hinata he will set for him one day but it’s the sakuatsu vibes of regulus just beeng entirely unimpressed with him when they first meet and even when they do start playing together. i feel like you can say that setters & liberos are the backbones of the team….james & reg being the ones to keep their teams together !!

also remus!! i vibe with him being a pinch server / middle blocker i think. imo he is very much like yamaguchi where he loves playing but he isn’t a prodigy and has no desire to pursue it beyond high school, he’s just there for the good vibes & to see sirius’ ass in the tiny lil shorts

also going off topic for a sec here…..skimmed through your prompt list and I can very easily say I am obsessed with most of them!!! the cat cafe? yes. shibari james? need him always & forever. hockey jeg fighting through the penalty boxes?? obsessed. older reg & younger james?? tbh haven’t thought about that much but I am sooo here for it. EROTIC CANNIBALISM!! i’ve always wanted to make an attempt at a vore fic im very happy there are others out there with the same goals as me ;) alpha/alpha jeg! i am…very insane over a/b/o and love everything with them always!

ok I could probably go on forever but I will cut myself off here lol!

u cld literally send me an ask the size of a novella nd id still eat it. cass i wna live inside ur brain. the atsuhina moment never even rly came 2 me. i am so obsessed with james' dramatic point of a finger. even better if one hand is curled into the net. absolute freak behavior when he states 'one day we are going to play together. until then, good luck trying to dig up my serves every game.' nd reg's like ? ok troy bolton.

[this is so fucking random but miya twins moments between regulus nd sirius if they ever did play together. I'm thinking abt sirius going for a serve nd it hits the back of regulus' head and then they're both fist fighting]

middle blocker remus is a fav of mine. even after high school he attends all their games together with the others like the girls (marlene. mary. lily) and he always wears an extra hair tie around his wrist for sirius. like even tho they don't play together anymore remus still has a spare one.

AND THE PROMPT LIST... i genuiinely wrote like 0 </3 mainly bc my laptop died on me and the display needed changing and I'm still waiting for it to come home. BUT YOU GET ME!! YOU GET ME! i need james to be tied up and tied down. arms behind is back or to the headboard. legs bend and rope loops around them. just entirely at regulus' disposal who first edges him to hell and back nd then overstimulates him until he's crying (overstim is my fav thing to write). AND THE OLDER REG & YOUNGER JAMES IS SOMETHING IV BEEN WANTING TO WRITE FOR A WHILE.. i love it when the older one is also the shorter one nd just a grump nd wears the expensive suits nd then u have james who wears the most horrendous time-withered Christmas sweater at home in early autumn nd manages to reduce scary CEO regulus black to a sobbing mess in his bed

vore fic... i've been thinking about one that's a little more hannibal-inspired. but also one a little more supernatural? I don't know. ghoul-esque jegulus or something so that when they vore neither of them has to die. it's just about wanting to consume. to absorb. to want someone so bad you need them to continue existing inside you. like sex doesn't even cut it you NEED to crawl into their ribcage. if u write a vore fic a tag is mandatory. i need to read and eat that shit up like they eat each other. i have this one line in future chapters where james tells regulus something along the lines of 'i am so in love with you it drives me insane i don't know what the insides of your eyelids look like and you do'. it's just about being so obsessed with someone you need them to stop breathing and be the one who does it for them. needing them to have one part of you in their being at all times. then again i just write jegulus crazy like this... woops

and i swear to god last thing bc now I'm also rambling nd gonna be late but alpha/alpha drives me insane. especially if there's a rut. the mild roleplay involved in it. the power play. I had a little excerpt of it written but alas, laptop still sent for repair. a few months ago I did write a little alpha/alpha stsg thing for my best friend nd geto gritted shit out like 'im going to breed you' bc gojo was riling him the fuck up while having his back blown out and it's also just so alpha/alpha jegulus (nd rosekiller) core. i just love alpha/alpha dynamics.

OH MAN IM SORRY FOR THE SPAM LMAOO. it's like a morning paper to trudge through. either way ty for the ask love <3 I hope u have a nice day/evening/ night

#answered #this was gna be longer but i need to rush out the door #all the ideas nd thoughts..#cant believe i met someone who thinks jeggy = skts ...#i thought i was being delirious

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 9 months

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am sick so if you'd like to speak some suitehearts/killjoys thoughts to me i would love to hear them :P

im sorry ur not feeling well :(( heres a (too goddamn long sorry) summary of all the suitehearts Thoughts i was struck with in latin earlier to hopefully make you feel a bit better <33

so first i was just thinking abt Benz and how hed get roped into the show via threats from bli and then i was like ohhh okay what if they offer him a lab space/equipment to do whatever experiments/research he wants if they agree to being on the show. bc like at this point its abundantly clear that hes not gonna work for them by making new drugs as originally planned but they dont want to risk losing his potential (and they wanna show that theyre still fucking in control) so they make them this "deal" (which theyve really got no other option to take if they dont wanna die) and he gets this lab and figures he can find a way of counteracting blis bullshit sort of in secret bc he knows hes never gonna be able to get this equipment anywhere else

AND THEN i started thinking abt how this would effect his relationship with everyone else on the show (namely Sandman and Donnie bc Crab atp basically just exists off set in a drugged up haze) and i started thinking that maybe thered be some tension there bc the others are either poor or poor AND heavily demoted from past positions of power, and they look at Benz with his higher education and seemingly wealthy lifestyle and they think hes an enthusiastic participant in the system thats fucked them both over. so maybe theyre both kinda dicks to them off set but im thinking Benz doesn't really care bc he doesnt hang around much anyways if they arent filming- hes gotta spend every possible second in the lab yk? and then i started thinking about what might push them all to really talk and become friends which led to THE fucking idea ever

so one day Sandy and Donnie are looking for Benz in his dressing room bc they were supposed to start filming like fifteen fucking minutes ago god Benz this isnt just your show stop being so fucking selfish and come do your job- but they stop as just outside the door as they very clearly hear Benz arguing with someone important and they're saying something about a deal? and Benz sounds pissed saying this wasnt in the agreement and they said he could research whatever he wanted and they cant just do this- if they take this from him hes done. he's walking. they already took everything else from him so if they dont let him have this then hes off the fucking show and they can just try and catch him when he runs. and Whoever theyre talking to is just like "lolz okay well if you're leaving guess were gonna have to recast everyone for 'consistency' so i guess all the others have no reason to be kept around anymore-" and its like. a VERY clear threat on the rest of the Suitehearts' lives and Benz fucking freaks out. he backtracks immediately apologizes for speaking out says they can take his research he doesnt care jesus just dont bring them into this they didnt even do anything

so then Sandy and Donnie are like "ohhh What The Fuck :D" and they kinda feel like assholes for making assumptions bc clearly this isnt the first time Benz has been threatened (and its very much implied that blis gone through with last threats when he wasnt compliant) and theyve both already had their own shit building up and their hatred for bli was already basically at the tipping point already so yeah. they confront Benz and Benz tells him that theyd been trying to develop a sort of blocker for bli's pills. something people in the city can take to negate their effects. he didnt even know if it was possible or if he was on the right track with his research but apparently bes gotten close enough to something for bli to have to step in now. and the other two are obviously like ?????? WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN YOU LITERALLY INVENTED A WAY TO FREE PEOPLE FROM BLIS CONTROL WHAT THE SHIT WE HAVE TO HELP YOU SAVE THAT SHIT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW

and Benz is all like "well technically idk if ive invented shit yet bc i haven't actually tested the drug on anyone" and the others are like "bet okay you need a test subject? lets yoink Crab". Benz is incredibly fucking against doing that bc Consent and Ethics. he lets it slip that he does have a stash of the drug already made and hidden in his apartment and hes just gonna test the shit on himself but Sandy and Donnie are noooot fucking having it bc "dude. you understand they arent gonna let you go after this right? even if they keep you alive, they are gonna start tightening the reigns and pumping you full of shit and then youre gonna be the one who needs the blockers" and yeah they really do have a point there so Benz agrees to join them on the escape plan theyve been devising (which side note. yeah those two were planning on running away together anyways but thats a different post probably-) and what follows is the most stressful fucking two weeks of all of their lives as they start discreetly gathering the shit theyll need to leave all while having to wrap filming this season and dealing with management watching their every fucking move and making vague ominous comments about "the future of their careers" AND theyre slipping Crab these new fucking pills and having to keep a close eye on them and keep them calm as theyre slowing coming out of their trance and realizing Oh Fuck Im In The City

and then like. it all comes to a head and they very publicly are chased by a bunch of crows in costume bc they end up having to fin in the middle of filming and i havent thought much abt this lart yet so yeah. thats what i spent all of latin thinking abt I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON KAZ <333

#asks #my headcanons #danger days #danger days headcanons #americas suitehearts #killjoy suitehearts #<gonna try use that tag to keep all my thoughts together :p #danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #and yes this is literally the exact shit i said i wasnt gonna post abt and this is what im writing a fic on so spoilers ig but not really #BUT ITS NOT MY FAULT OKAY I NEED TO CHEER NY FRIEND UP AND I JUST STARTED TYPING AND COULDNT STOP #so enjoy all my Too Many words ig #my writing

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soranihimawari · 2 years

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(Innocent) Sleepover

Mattsukawa & YN have been neighbors since first year middle school. YN’s parents have been rumored to have shouting matches when they argue, thus causing their kid to come over for some much needed sleep. Over the years, Mattsun and yn have been growing close, so much so that Oikawa picks up on the subtle hints yn has the middle blocker wrapped around their finger…

Word Count: 1.5K-1.6K

Pairing: Mattsukawa Issei x Reader (yn)

Rating: hq fluff ft. Mattsun x reader

this got me thinking how mattsun kisses start out gentle at first, heh

You throw a pebble or four at the second highest window of your friend’s house. Parents were arguing over the water bill this time and though you could usually sleep through the yells, you texted your neighbor asking to sleepover. It’s been a few years since you had slept over, the last time was the summer in your third year of middle school during a shared family trip to Hyogo. Your mother wanted to visit an old friend of your grandmother, however that was about six summers ago. Regardless, the pebbles keep piling up until you see a familiar silhouette peek out over the railing.

“Stay there, I’ll open the sliding door by the herb garden,” is all you hear and you pick up your backpack off the grass to sling it over your shoulder.

The door slides open with a decisive ‘whoosh!’

“Is that yn-chan? Mattsun, let yn-chan in…”

The scolding of their grandson makes you bite back a chortle when he tells them he was going to invite you inside regardless.

Your neighbor meets you explaining his grandprents were in town for the upcoming volleyball game between Seijoh and a former powerhouse school. An amused smile curls your lips and in the fluorescent light above you both, if he wasn’t so unsure you would reciprocate his feelings, he might have greeted you with a forehead kiss. Ever since he hit just second growth spurt, Mattsukawa Issei stands taller than ever thus making your height the perfect one for him to rest his head atop when you do give him your normal ‘hello’-hug. He could tell you were having a rough night, especially when the shouting seemed to have been muffled from his window. The pebbles still littering the small space between his door and the short balcony. Said balcony was home to many late night talks with each other, slowly becoming a comfort spot during house parties and sleepovers with the guys.

While you take up his offer of holding your backpack, you wander off to greet his relatives. Sleeping over his place on a Friday right before game day was not what you had intended, yet when your father hears you leave, your mother questions where you’re headed both knowing full well you’d be found next door—there is a shared memory when you first moved here the summer before you start middle school, where you meet the neighbors (parents) of the lanky boy next door. You were and still are more expressive than he is, but your sarcastic wisecracks sprinkled with sharp cynical one liners added to more appeal to try to be your first friend. Mattsukawa was just glad you let him be near you, fast friends you became before volleyball took over his life. Sure, in the past you watched several games he had played in, but alas as time progresses, your presence at games slightly dwindled, much to the middle blocker’s dismay. Yet, you have a knack of showing up at the first and second game on a whim, therefore surprising him (and causing him to play his personal best from time to time).

Inside the kitchen, Mattsukawa overhears you talk with his relatives. The conversations stem past the “how do you do’s” to more pressing matters like if you’ve already had an eye on someone say about “yay high, slightly sun kissed skin, plays a particular sport, etc.” you play with your hands a little bit saying if that were the case, then you’d probably be on your way back from a date.

Mattsukawa freezes, letting your backpack fall onto his floor with a muddle thump. From what he can infer, you do like him? He reasons with himself he will ask you once you say your good nights to his grandparents. It’s not very often they visit Miyagi, though the old couple might be the best wing people ever.

The digital clock reads close to 22:38 when you walk into Mattsukawa’s room. You noticed he had pushed a few pillows in the middle thus making you shake your head. It was an awfully sweet gesture, you think, ever since you read the westernized legend of King Arthur and how he laid a modesty barrier between he and the lady Guenevere. Behind you, you feel his presence hovering and you say in a low voice, “race ya!”

Mattsukawa chuckles as he takes five long steps and wins the short race. You on the other hand, practically tackle him on the mattress when you trip over his own school bag, forcing him to hold you steady by your waist. Is that a blush…? Oh my god. It is! your eyes glance at his cheekbones and his ears. His hands are warm, calloused, but stern in the support he gives you. The closeness of where your hand landed on his chest made his ebony eyes study your curious stare. The moonlight reflects in them and for the first time in a long time (technically since his first high school girlfriend broke things off with him), he senses that familiar increase in his heart rate.

Luckily the shouting had since dialed down and with the door closed behind you both, Mattsukawa chose to be brave this time. He brings you closer to him and when he leans down, you expected him to kiss you directly on the mouth, but no—he instead kisses your forehead whispering something along the lines of, “Ask me and I will.”

In your arms, you catch whiffs of his body wash: he smells of pine and bonfires, fireflies, and the quiet storms by the mountain valley. Your hands move away from his chest to wrap around his neck, toying with the ends of his outgrown hair. Mattsukawa’s immediate instinct was if he were to kiss you for real, he’d need to sit up since he wouldn’t trust himself (or you) would stop—you’ve been side by side like a second shadow since the first time you were invited over via Oikawa’s need to know who caused his teammate to be clearly smitten. You have a slight panic in your eyes when he sits up, yet your fear turns into a muted look of recognition as you readjusted yourself to straddle him properly. Gazing from your eyes to your lips and back again, you realize you haven’t said anything yet. Gods above knew you wanted him to kiss you, for years, your brain reminds you, because somehow making sure you were ok after nights like tonight made you start seeing your neighbor under a different light.

“You needn’t ask,” you tell him in a hushed tone, taking a deep breath, and on the exhale you continue.“You’re the only one who doesn’t need to—mmf?!”

Lips pressed against yours faster than you could finish that statement, Mattsukawa doesn’t apologize for the electricity he passed to you, but considering your gasp of surprise your eyes fluttered close when you feel a familiar hand rests against your cheek; tender and chaste like a secret shared in your shared past. His hands stay behind you, before wandering higher to cradle the back of your head. Unnecessarily warm, is a common thought both of you have prior to one common word dance to the forefront of your mind—more, give me more.

You in turn kiss him back, which makes you feel him smile against your pursed lips. It isn’t a violent one, not one where either of you are rushed, however with the way he’s making you feel like your body is on fire causes you slower the pace; his hands stay by your side, almost grazing your skin sighing into your half opened mouth. Your hair is tousled by him, keeping strands away from where your lips are. There is meaning and purpose behind everywhere you allow his lips to reach: calm mind on your forehead, inside jokes when he reaches the corner of your mouth, but when you pause before you kiss him again, you realize you never seen him this flushed before. It’s a sight you selfishly take mental snapshots of—there is a desperate nature in the way he calls your name as he holds a wrist of yours gently against his sternum. Below, your palm feels the heightened ramifications you did.

There is an apologetic phrase on the tip of his tongue, yet you remove your other hand from behind his shoulder to press your fingertips against his ajar lips. You shake your head saying, “it’s ok.”

He presses his forehead against your own, his voice is low like a short rumble of thunder as he calls you, “pretty,” rubbing your shoulders. In the dark, you notice how handsome his features naturally are especially when there are notes of strawberry pinks tinting the sides of his neck. Needless to say, you were amused about this bashful side of his.

“C’mere,” your voice has a coy tone and like any good person, Mattsukawa does as he is told. When you kiss him this time, you purposefully miss before tracing his jaw with your lips; kissing and sucking the taut skin of his neck. He groans as he grips the ends of your shirt with one hand, the other pushes the back of your head further into the juncture between his collarbone and neck, forcing you to remain following through with this kindness.

You hover painfully steady above his lips before you close the gap together. Mattsukawa’s eyes swears they have never seen anyone this effortlessly hot; sure lavender hues and roses would bloom around your head, like a spring sprite, but for him, he’s glad he took a chance on kissing you—and vice versa. Little things you notice when you kiss him this time: he knows how to hold you, obeys when you open your mouth a smidge, breathes in time with you, calls you nicknames under his breath which makes you dizzy.

“Finally,” is the last confession you’re able to coherently hear when he works on leaving a love bite on your collarbone. You inhale and exhale, cooling the skin behind his jaw, tugging him closer until he leaves your exposed bone alone only to recapture your lips in a teasingly slow kiss.

He tastes the remnants of your dinner and lavender tea when you open your mouth a bit wider for him, you inhale through your nose and exhale into his mouth, filling his lungs with more air for him to continue kissing you like this. Losing yourself in his touch, you feel his fingers run along the small of your back. Mattsukawa makes you take a seat on his lap securing his hold on you. He doesn’t leave your lips alone until they are bruised from returning every ounce of affection he gives you—you nearly knock heads and he chuckles saying you’ll be the one to ground him with your logic. You shake your head when you peck his lips once more.

“Not so fast,” his voice halts your movements. His hands fix the bottom of the your sleeping shirt while you tilt his head this way and that, amused at your blossoming bruises there; in return, he does the same, chuckling at where your fingers press against his neck.

“Admiring your work?”

“O’course,” you reply. “How are you going to explain how you got these?”

“I don’t kiss and tell,” he sticks his tongue out before tucking it away behind his teeth only for you to turn him toward you with a gentle tug of his chin.

“Then kiss me until all I know is you,” you say before he satisfies your most recent request. You meant it is as a dare, but you should have known better.

You let out a quiet, “Ack!” before his lips are on yours again. Mattsukawa is many things or so you hear: decent looks, kind smile, punny jokes, but why has no one thought to divulge how loving he really is? Or how when he makes out with you, he treats you like porcelain, he holds you like you’d evaporate any moment, or worse of all—he makes you feel invincible under his touch.

The tug and pull you make him obey ends with you disentangling yourself from him, until your feet are on the floor and your body is parallel with the floor, hands gripping his undershirt with a tenacity of not wanting to let go too early.

When he grants you a moment to breathe, Mattsukawa smiles sheepishly at you. He reaches out to hold your hand purposefully guiding you to have a seat on his lap, sans straddling this time. Leaning back far enough for you to lay a top of him in a less than compromising position, he hears you laugh trying to cover up your smile, he thinks you’re adorable this way.

“Hi,” His voice is quiet, but he teases you when he nudges his nose against your brow.

“Hey,” you return, a bit breathless before cupping his face. You stand flat foot now before raising your gaze to him, your thumb stroking the side of his face an amused smile on his lips, though it fades when you tease him a little. “So I take it you like me like me, huh Issei?”

Mattsukawa hugs you a bit tighter, burying his head in the crevice between your neck and shoulder. You can sense his warmth via the apples of cheeks when he does so, thus causing you to laugh a bit.

“Shut up,” he mumbled against your skin before pressing a chaste kiss there.

Running a hand through his hair in a comforting manner, you make a mention you will send your parents a text where you spent the night; you guide him back to lay down on his bed where he creates a space for you.

“Thought I made it clear just now,” Mattsukawa replies, pointing at your lips.

“I suppose so,” you reply.

Mattsukawa, after a beat, says his friends from volleyball always asked what the deal was between you two. You remind him he is your neighbor first, friend second, and if he’s interested, boyfriend sounds like it has a nice ring to it.

“We don’t have to tell them just yet, ‘sei,” you reply holding his hands.

The nickname makes him turn to face you entirely, a thumb of his massages circles into the space between your thumb and index finger. “At the very least when I show up to the gym tomorrow wearing your jacket, I’m sure the cat would be out of the bag… Oikawa would flip out though. Saying something like ‘told ya so!’ to Makki and Iwa. I can only imagine…”

He nods, “but for now baby, sleep, yeah?”

Kissing the space between your brows after you agree, you make yourself comfortable, the pillows in the middle now are shared properly between you and your neighbor.

“Good night pretty boy,” you murmur before pecking his smile away. He hugs you close before pulling his comforter over your bodies, tracing lattices of violets on your shoulder.

Sleepovers were never quite your style, you didn’t want interrupt the movie-marathon nor the friendship bonding of the boys, however you’re a constant in Mattsukawa’s life. Your story begins here, falling asleep next to him like you did when you were thirteen, comfortable and safe. As a constant source of support and quiet resolve reserved for the court, you also learn Mattsukawa Issei is two things: first, a steadfast guardian when your seas turn violent and second, his ability to always sense when you need him is par to none. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you toward him, whispering something or other about taking you to that cat café you wanted to visit after school on Tuesday (the only day after a game they didn’t have afternoon practice) just to “make it official,” you say, your lips turn into a smirk to match his own.

“You’re so lucky you live next door,” your voice is barely audible as you watch your friend fall asleep, his breaths evening out. “I don’t know where I’d go if you didn’t.”

Since then, the remnants of your parents argument die out, thus making it a more peaceful night—silent confessions and all.

It’s why this first sleepover begins innocently enough has you gaze out the window where the pebbles laid on the balcony to greet the two of you come the morning.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #mattsukawa x reader #sora scribbles 2022

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