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animeomegas · 12 days

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I live for you and your writings <3

Anyway, I do have a request if you would like to fill it!! - how would the naruto boys (itachi, neji, sasuke, naruto) react to a stranger telling their pup off or/ scolding them for a small little mishap that happened while their back was turn? And they only realize it after a good few minutes of their pup being shouted at?

Hehe ty for all your hard work

Thank you so much!! You're so sweet <3 I really, really loved this prompt; it has taken me so long to finish, but I wanted to to it justice! I've just done Naruto and Itachi and Sasuke. But I really hope people enjoy this one!

WHEN A STRANGER SCOLDS THEIR PUP (Omega! Itachi + Naruto + Sasuke)

ITACHI

Itachi's eldest and only son, Yasu, was a very independent and responsible little boy, even though he was only 7.

So it came as no surprise when Yasu asked if he could wait outside the nesting shop instead of coming in with Itachi, because it was a beautiful day and he wanted to stand in the sun.

Itachi was originally hesitant, but with his newborn strapped to his chest, he begrudgingly agreed, knowing that it would be unfair for him to expect Yasu to be mature when it came to his baby sister, without giving him any of the benefits of that maturity.

"You must stay touching this wall at all times," Itachi said seriously, taking his little pup's hand and pressing it against the front wall of the nesting shop. "No leaving this wall unless you're coming inside the shop to find me, promise?"

"I promise," Yasu said, a serious smile on his little round face. "You can trust me, oma."

"I know, my love," Itachi whispered. He pressed a kiss to Yasu's forehead. "I won't take long."

"Okay, don't worry, oma, I'm a big brother now!"

Itachi laughed gently, standing and patting his son on the head as he did. His son was so much like him, and yet nothing like him at all.

But things only stayed sweet for about ten minutes.

Because as Itachi was wandering around looking for a new blanket for Yasu (a strategy other parents had recommend so that he didn't resent his new sister for taking up so much of Itachi's time), he heard crying.

He heard Yasu crying.

He dropped the basket to the ground with a clatter and ran out of the shop as quickly as he could, cradling his newborn safely to his chest.

What he saw caused a flash of anger so hot, he wasn't surprised when his sharigan activated on instinct.

There was a man, towering over his son, shouting and spitting at him, a large finger pointing accusatorily at Yasu's face.

Yasu's face was red as he choked on his tears. His little hand was still pressed up against the wall, but it now shook in time with his sobs.

Itachi's fingers latched onto the man's wrist with an iron grip, twisting the arm with the precision of a shinobi, just enough to hurt, but not quite enough to break. All at once, those shinobi instincts came flooding back even after all these years. He wanted to hurt this man for making his son cry, and he knew full well that he could do it.

"What do you think you are doing shouting at my son?" he said coldly, instead of breaking the man's spine like he desired.

The man's face went pale immediately. Itachi squeezed his wrist harder when the man didn't immediately reply.

"I- I-" the man stuttered, losing even more colour from his face. "I was just..."

"Not good enough," Itachi said coldly, sharigan spinning. The man whimpered pathetically. Itachi had no patience for bullies, especially those targeting his family.

Itachi held eye contact with the man for a few moments longer before he suddenly released the grip he had on the man's wrist and deactivated his sharigan. The man stumbled backwards and just barely avoided falling to the floor.

"Leave," he said coldly. The man wasted no time in doing as he was told and Itachi, despite having been the one to tell him to go, had to supress the urge to follow and eliminate the threat to his pup.

"O-Om-oma- oma," Yasu choked, tears and snot streaming down his face. He held one arm up in the universal request to be picked up, but he seemed too scared to stop touching the wall and approach Itachi himself. "O-Oma, I-I- didn't-"

Itachi suppressed the anger as best as he could and dropped down beside Yasu so that they were eye to eye. Yasu immediately barrelled into his side, still careful to avoid his baby sister.

"I'm so-sorry, oma, I didn't me-mean to! He said- he said- but you said I- I- couldn't move a-a-and-" he wailed, pushing his face into Itachi's collar bones and gripping his clothes tightly.

Itachi shushed him, "It's alright, sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong." He rubbed Yasu's back firmly, anger burning through his veins as he felt his pup's tiny shoulders shake. While Itachi didn't know what had caused the conflict, there was nothing that Yasu could have done to warrant such a disgustingly aggressive reaction.

His newborn, clearly unhappy with being smushed, soon started up her own wailing, until Itachi was crouched outside the nesting shop with two distraught pups.

Itachi could feel himself becoming frazzled as none of his attempts to calm either child worked at all. People were giving him looks, some kind and some less so, and while he had never cared much what random people thought of his parenting, it was a stark reminder that he was far from the safety of home.

"Itachi?"

Itachi actually sighed in relief when he heard you come up beside him. You were planning on meeting him here after he finished shopping, but thankfully, you seemed to be a little early.

Itachi didn't waste any time greeting you, he simply scooped the wailing baby out of the sling on his chest and passed her to you.

"What happened?" you asked, sounding baffled as you accepted the infant and immediately began soothing her. Itachi ignored you and readjusted Yasu so that he could hug him properly. The boy cried heavily into his shoulder, but at least Itachi could fully cocoon him and keep him safe from the outside world now.

It took a few minutes, but with two pairs of hands and the ability to pick Yasu up properly, both the pups started to settle, their wails turning into little sniffles.

Itachi's face must still have promised murder however, because you kept your eyes focused warily on the surroundings and didn't ask for clarification on what had happened again.

"We're going home, darling, I promise we'll be there soon." As far as Itachi was concerned upset pups needed to be at home where it was safe, so he immediately abandoned the idea of finishing his shopping.

You followed his lead and you both made it home in record time, Itachi holding Yasu and you cradling the baby. Neither of you spoke as you walked. There was a mutual understanding that you'd address what happened after you were safe.

By the time you got home, both pups had fallen into an exhausted sleep.

"What happened?" you asked quietly as you gently closed the front door behind you. "Is Yasu alright?"

Itachi took a breath to smother the barely contained burning rage, "Some fully grown adult," he emphasised the word like it was the worst insult possible, "thought it appropriate to shout at Yasu when he was waiting outside the nesting shop."

"For what reason?" you asked, baffled and angry.

"I don't care." Itachi's voice was tinged with a growl and his hands flexed protectively around Yasu. "I believe he was too frightened to get the words out regardless."

You snorted, "Good."

Itachi's smile was tinged with gleeful cruelty, "Indeed."

NARUTO

When people asked him what he disliked most about being Hokage, Naruto would always make a joke about paperwork.

That answer wasn't exactly incorrect, as he did find the paperwork tedious and irritating, but it wasn't actually the part he disliked the most.

The part that he disliked the most was how much the job kept him away from his family.

Especially his three-and-a-half year old son, Riku, who was the most precious person in the world and who was also having a hard time adjusting to Naruto not being at home as much, even though it had been almost a year since he took up the role.

He tried to make as much time as he could for Riku, sending a clone to tuck him in at night, spending his lunch break eating with him (and his mate) in his office, hell, Naruto even had a tiny pair of noise cancelling earmuffs in his desk so that Riku could sit on his lap while Naruto heard mission reports.

It wasn't perfect and it didn't feel like enough, but it was all the Naruto could do at the moment.

And today was one of the days that you and Riku would be joining him for lunch in his office.

Unfortunately, a spontaneous mission debriefing had started before he could slink away for lunch.

And while Naruto knew that it was not this team's fault that their mission had increased in rank and thus required an immediate verbal debrief, (this had happened to Naruto himself more times than he could count), he was finding it hard not to feel frustrated with the group in front of him.

They were keeping him away from his son which was making him antsy.

A glance at the clock confirmed that his family were certainly waiting for him outside by now, and the guilt was difficult to push down.

It was at that moment that the door to his office suddenly creaked open. Naruto's eyes jumped automatically to it as the team leader stopped speaking. Naruto's secretary knew he was in a meeting, so who was at the door?

At a much lower height than expected, the intruder's chubby little cheeks peaked nervously around the door. His tiny hands were held cautiously to his chest while he chewed on his bottom lip, but it was the head of bright blond hair that had Naruto's heart jumping into his throat.

It was Riku.

Naruto was already half way out of his seat when Riku finally saw him. His whole body relaxed and a smile crept onto his face as he toddled into the room. Naruto felt his own exhaustion melt away in response; his son was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

"Oma!" his son cheered. "You're here!"

Naruto laughed, forgetting all about the debrief, as he moved around his desk. "Of course, I'm here, silly. Where's appa? How did you-"

Suddenly, another person entered the room, his face twisted angrily. He grabbed Riku by the wrist, startling him and Naruto in the process.

"What did I say?!" the man, Naruto's secretary, demanded, squeezing Riku's wrist. "I told you to wait quietly, and that you weren't allowed in yet, but you barged your way in when my back was turned! Out! Right now! I'm so sorry, Hokage-sama, I won't let this happen again."

Naruto had heard far worse from far scarier people when he was Riku's age, but Riku wasn't like him. He wasn't capable of the bravado and retaliation that Naruto had used to limp through his childhood, no. Riku was a sensitive child. He needed everyone to like him, to be gentle with him, and Naruto knew that he wouldn't be able to cope with such blatant negative attention.

Naruto watched as his pup's anxiety spiked, and he felt his heart drop in response. Riku's wide eyes bubbled over with heavy tears that covered his little flushed cheeks. His mouth moved like he was trying to speak, but he was simply too frightened to get any words out.

Naruto's secretary was not happy with the lack of movement. "Out, now!"

Riku was frozen, and when the man tugged him, knocking him off balance, all the colour drained from his face and his breathing became harsh and disjointed. To make things worse, his darling pup, who had only been out of nappies for a short few months, lost control of his bladder from fear.

Naruto saw red. A wave of killing intent swept over the room. It was so strong that Naruto was distantly aware that his guard was shifting nervously where they were hidden, and that several members of the debriefing team had fallen to their knees. Naruto only had eyes for one person though.

Naruto's secretary dropped his hold on Riku like he'd been burnt and fell heavily into the door frame, shoulder first. Naruto had fought in a war, but he'd never moved as fast as he did in that moment, as he planted himself between his secretary and his son.

"Get. Out," Naruto ground out, somehow keeping control of his voice. Naruto had never attacked a civilian, and he didn't want to start now, but if this man wasn't out of his sight in the next three seconds, something was going to snap.

Thankfully, the man didn't need to be told twice. With a terrified face and wobbly limbs, he stumbled out of the office with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. Naruto felt no guilt when he heard the man retching on the floor.

Wasting no time, Naruto spun around and grabbed his pup up and into the safety of his embrace. He didn't pay any attention to the dampness, and some of the furious anxiety left him as soon as his instincts registered that his child was safe with him.

Riku was still very stiff, but he did reach out and grab Naruto's collar. His breathing was worryingly sporadic.

Naruto cooed and purred at his pup, rocking him gently from side to side. His rage was still bubbling below the surface, but he kept his outward presentation comforting and gentle.

"Oma's here," he whispered into his pup's hair. "Oma's got you. You're safe, Riku."

Naruto sat back down in his chair and arranged Riku on his lap so that he was cocooned in his Hokage's robes. He then grabbed the earmuffs from his desk and slipped them over his pup's ears to help him calm down.

The team that had been debriefing were still stood awkwardly in front of his desk. They were all back to standing upright, but they seemed unsure of what to do seeing as it was hardly appropriate to continue the debriefing, but they also hadn't been dismissed.

"You guys can go. Just leave the report on my desk."

They all bowed and scurried out of the room.

Naruto ended up sitting there in silence for a few minutes, just processing what had happened while he calmed down his son.

He hated using his power to make others afraid. He loved being a friendly hokage that everyone could trust and look up to. But he had been so angry that he had lost control.

He was still angry, if he was being honest with himself.

And he also felt guilty. Because that small part of him that always questioned whether this job was a selfish desire, was suddenly so much louder.

This wouldn't have happened if he had been at home with his family for lunch like most parents with young children.

He was broken out of his thoughts when you arrived, fresh from your bathroom break, having walked into the aftermath of chaos.

Of course you were there; you always joined them for lunch, it had just escaped Naruto's mind until you were in front of him.

Riku had calmed down a lot, but he was still staring at the wall, holding Naruto as tightly as he could with his little hands.

"What happened?" you asked quietly, coming straight over to him and Riku. You smoothed a hand over Riku's hair and crouched down beside him. He kept one hand on Naruto and latched the other one onto your hand as soon as you were in range.

Naruto just shook his head, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. "Let's just head home. Riku needs a change of clothes and a nice bath with lots of bubbles."

To your credit, you didn't ask why, you simply nodded and allowed Riku to bury himself in your arms while Naruto gathered his things. He wasn't coming back into the office today, and he told you as much.

"Are you sure?" He pretended that your surprise didn't hurt as much as it did.

"Yes," Naruto said shortly. He needed to find a better way to balance his job and his family, because this just wasn't cutting it.

"Okay," you said easily, rocking Riku. "Let's head home then. We can talk there."

SASUKE

Some people called Sasuke an overprotective parent, but Sasuke knew that his parenting style was entirely justified.

If someone was rude to his daughter, they deserved to have their life ruined as far as he as concerned.

If teachers made up lies about her, Sasuke would refuse to listen.

If his daughter was bullied, Sasuke would go and... speak... to the parents of the bully to 'encourage' them to be better parents.

This was an entirely normal response in his opinion. That was his daughter, his child, and while he sometimes struggled to verbalise his love, his daughter would never question his dedication to her.

She was still only seven, and needed his protection.

One day, when he was walking to meet her halfway from school, he noticed that she wasn't alone.

A tall woman, much too old to be a peer from school, was standing close, shoving her finger in his daughters face. His daughter didn't look cowed. She was staring, with her arms crossed, but this didn't stop the woman from her tirade.

She started shouting about how rude his daughter was, and how that was to be expected when her oma was the village pariah.

How dare she?!

He acted without thinking.

The kunai flew from his hand before Sasuke had even registered the movement, piercing the hand of the woman who had been pointing aggressively at his pup's face.

She shrieked as the pain registered and blood began running down her arm. Sasuke watched, stoic faced, as he walked towards them. The only emotions her pain brought to him were positive ones.

His daughter whirled around and he was privileged enough to see her face turn from confused to delighted as she recognised him. She was truly the light of his life.

"Oma!" she cheered, happily. He nodded back, a small smile on his face. He was proud to see that she didn't look scared at all, but that certainly didn't excuse the adult that had been shouting at her.

"Are you crazy?!" the woman hissed, holding her hand to her chest. Her face was twisted with rage and pain instead of fear, which cemented her in Sasuke's mind as an idiot. "They'll take away your shinobi licence for this!"

Another kunai found its place in his hand. These kunai really had a mind of their own today. "Are you threatening me? After you so blatantly attacked my daughter?"

"Attacked?! That rude little-"

The kunai flew from his hand again, this time flying less than an inch from her ear. It shut her up immediately.

"Choose your next words carefully." His daughter came over to his side and hugged him around the hips. He rested a hand affectionately on her head.

"I'll be reporting this to the hokage," she hissed. Sasuke was not scared; the worst thing Naruto would do is give him a disappointed look. His lack of fear must have shown on his face because the lady stormed off, far less injured than Sasuke would have liked.

Sasuke watched her go before he knelt down to his daughter's level and scanned her from head to toe. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She grinned at him and adjusted her school bag on her shoulder. "That asshole couldn't have scared me if she tried."

"Language," Sasuke admonished gently, poking her in the forehead.

"Am I wrong, though?"

Privately, Sasuke agreed. "Let's just head home, your appa should be along any minute."

When you did meet up with them, you had to listen to your daughter singing about how she had the coolest oma in the world.

And when you wholeheartedly agreed, Sasuke could no longer keep the blush off his face.

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divine-misfortune · 1 month

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perhaps 45 with omega/alpha, if that sounds interesting?

A kiss out of anger from this prompt list.

Btw toxic old man yaoi art by @aweisz if you even care (thank you so much)

Bracing himself only did so much. It didn’t stop him from choking on the wave of dry heat that assaulted him when he opened the door. Omega dutifully swallowed a mouthful of scalding cinder and gripped the doorknob a little tighter, eyes tracking the scorched path Alpha had paced along the length of his room. It would take several hours to polish his anger from the floorboards but he knew no amount of waxing and shining would remove the traces of ash from the wood. Just another scar.

Omega stepped over the threshold. Willingly entered the cage with the spitting, raging demon and closed the door behind him.

Alpha’s eyes were fixed on the floor, hunched over himself. His arms were folded behind his back, clasping his wrist in one hand while the other repeatedly curled in and out of a fist. Omega ran his tongue over the back of his teeth, finding himself subconsciously mimicking his posture with a well trained rigidity. Steel spined, shoulders squared, hands folded neatly. There was a practiced sense of pride that he couldn’t give up, even now, even when he should be curling in on himself in shame.

“Understand?” He interrupted, sparks sputtering from between his teeth. Restrained anger that Omega didn’t deserve the kindness of. “Where the fuck do you get off taking matters into your own hands like this? You have no right to speak on my behalf, to call me and my capability into question, no fucking right Meg!”

“Alpha,” Omega began without knowing where he was going. If there was even a point to opening his mouth he had yet to find it. He debated a step forward but his body refused to budge and carry him closer to the fire ghoul. “You have to understand-”

“I’m not questioning your capability,” he tried to start again, nails digging into his palm behind his back as he tried to gather himself. Beyond scattered, he found himself grasping blindly for the right wording - searching for the sincerity Alpha deserved but his shallow inhale left too much of a pregnant pause that Alpha took as a chance to continue spitting.

“Oh but you did, you did the second you breathed a word of retirement to clergy. They’re all looking at me differently, like I’m useless. You seem to think I can’t do my fucking job, so what is it?” The question comes out serrated, sharp and ripping through him. “What’s this really about?”

Alpha finally looked at him. Crimson eyes gone dull, the raging fire he’d fallen in love with had burned down to low embers and the guilt jabs him in the gut.

Smoke billowed from the corners of his snarl and Omega found himself grateful for the awful heat filling the room, like the judgmental fires of hell were finally catching up to him. He hoped he burned, at the hands of Alpha or unholy retribution. Perhaps it was a deserved punishment in the end, his unwelcomed overstepping finally leading him to the cliff's edge.

“I’m worried about you.”

Closer now, Omega noticed the twitch of discomfort in Alpha’s face as he stepped forward again. The way his body moved was jerky for a passing second like he was flinching from his own weight on his right leg. Another stab, higher, a knife between his ribs. Closer now, Alpha had never felt further away from him. Despite being in arms reach, there were miles between them.

“Worried about me? You're worried about me?”

“You can't expect me to just sit and watch you-”

“Be honest, this is about Terzo isn't it?”

“Alpha.”

“No, no. It makes sense, it makes a lot of fucking sense when you think about it.” He's close, close enough Omega can feel the heat of his shaky breathing. “You don't think I'm good enough to stand by him anymore, do you? Do I tarnish your humans shiny appearance? Shouldn't surprise me that his image matters more to you-”

“For the love of everything unholy. Alpha, no. Would you just listen to me?”

“Oh yes, yes, of course I should listen. Omega knows best.” He threw his hands up with a laugh of disbelief. Omega couldn't stop his face from screwing up in irritation. “I don't know why I’m wasting my breath here, it’s clear you don’t care about me or a word I say.”

The accusation knocked the wind from his sails, impeccable posture beginning to sag. First in the shoulders and then his arms fell back to his sides, hands curling into fists to hide the shake to them. Alpha scoffed as the quintessence ghoul opened his mouth to argue but couldn’t seem to find the words. Dismissive. He looked tired, years of being beaten into submission and pushing well past his limits taking their toll. Ice crept into his veins, a chilled numbness spreading from the tips of his fingers to his core - he couldn’t place if it was guilt or his own particular brand of rage.

Alpha began to stalk past him, floorboards squeaking shrilly under his step like nails on a chalkboard. He grit his teeth, jaw creaking in kind as he turned and grabbed the other ghoul by the arm. There came the beginnings of a growl but Omega knew it was all bark, that there would never have been a real bite behind it, so he pushed. He pushed Alpha the few steps backwards till his back hit the door too hard, and he’d apologize later, but he chased the nerve he’d managed to scrounge up.

His skin was scalding as Omega grabbed his face roughly, surging forward to mold his mouth to Alpha’s before he could bite off another sharp word. The fire ghoul made a choked off sound of surprise, head thumping against the wood. His lips were rough, overly worried raw by well filed fangs, and Omega ached somewhere in his ribs at the familiarity. Months, it had been months since he'd felt Alpha against him and he hadn’t realized how much he missed it. Missed him.

Tobacco and communion wine. Omega was sure Alpha had stolen it from the chapel and downed the bottle in an attempt to quell his anger but it hardly seemed to do the trick given where they found themselves.

He braced a hand against Omega’s broad chest, not exactly pushing him away, it felt like another vye for physical contact. A quiet admission of how much Alpha missed this all the same. One kiss hardly felt like enough to convey himself, but as he flicked his tongue over the seam of his lips and Alpha reluctantly let him in, it felt like a start. The best he could do so suddenly.

Slipping into his mouth, Alpha groaned lowly and leaned fully against the closed door, curling his fingers into the front of the other ghoul’s uniform to drag him all that much closer. Flames seemingly extinguished, the heat beneath his palms began to ebb back to a comfortable warmth and Omega let up a bit, opting to cradle his face instead of grab. Offer him a touch of tenderness, it was the least he could do.

That clever forked tongue forced past his teeth and sought to lick the soured ash from his mouth.

It was a moment he wished they could stay suspended in forever, reminiscent of their younger days where every spare moment they could steal together was passion fueled and driven by sparks. Alpha’s warm breath tickled against his cheek with every pleasured sigh, neither of them managing to quiet a single grateful sound.

He started to pull back, managing an inch before changing his mind. Pressing forward for another far more chaste kiss, hating the idea of it ever truly ending.

“Alpha…” The quintessence ghoul started, stroking a thumb over the cut of his cheek, eyes flicking from his spit shined lips to his almost glassy eyes. They refocused a bit more with every sluggish blink. “Alpha, love, I’ve never doubted you or your ability to perform for a minute, but I worry about how hard you push yourself.”

He found himself frowning despite the previous giddy flutter of his heart.

“You might be immortal, but your vessel is not.” Omega smoothed his hands down Alpha’s front, pausing over his chest to just feel his pulse and the labored breaths he took. “You’re not a young ghoul anymore, and I know you don’t want to admit it…So I admitted it for you. I know it wasn’t my place but I couldn’t sit and watch you work yourself to the bone.”

“Megs,” Alpha sighed, brow furrowing. “Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“Because I know you, and I know you’d never go quietly.” He chuckled though there was no real humor there, tinged by something sad. “We only have so much time left on the surface, and the idea of not spending the rest of it with you at my side is agonizing. I just wanted you to come back to me and not worry about you leaving again, always coming back in worse shape than you left in…You’re making me go gray from all the worrying I have to do.”

It was Alpha’s turn to laugh. A sort of snort, actually amused unlike his previous attempt. Omega tipped his forehead against his, wanting to melt into him and his comforting warmth.

“I’m sorry, my light. I would never do something like this to slight you, you know that, right?”

“...Yeah, yeah I do.”

#i did not proof read this oishdios #they love each other theyre both just stubborn and dont know how to talk abt their feelings #writing #answered #void writing #nameless ghouls #alpha ghoul #omega ghoul #alpha/omega #alpha x omega #omega/alpha #omega x alpha #the band ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost ficlet

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blueparadis · 4 months

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❝ GHOST TOWN ❞ + GETO SUGURU ❪ playing ⌗4, ⌗5& ⌗6 ❫─── via radio line ❛ anatomy of emotions ❜〳 from this is what ____ feels like !

[ content & themes ] ::abo au + modern au, f!omega!reader,strangers to strangers sharing one-night-stand, unrequited feelings,abo marriage & courting rituals, hurt and angst, misunderstandings, smut, mcd. 10k word count.

[ synopsis ] :: Years after, you get a wedding invitation from one of your childhood friends; hoping to rekindle some old flames, you decide to attend the wedding yet the looming shadow of tragedies still followed you. But this time, there was someone who would lick your wounds.

[ notes ] :: i started this wip around june and since then it has been full of battles for me. Feels good to finish the first part of this. I really hope that next year is kinder than this one. thought i would not be able to finish until the Feb'2024 but here we are, so enjoy and tell me how you liked it :)) & if you have made this far then, congratulations. Stay tuned for next part, dk when will i'll be able to start writing on it, but I do wanna write part two badly SO please don't jinx it. \\ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED \\ tagging @onisae @orchid3a

This year again, there is spring; flowers are blooming on every branch of those lonely trees, the sun is smiling, and the chirping of the birds can be heard. People are soaking themselves in this nice weather, they are welcoming it as they should, walking hand in hand in the neon-pinned streets during evenings, leaving footprints on the sand, taking selfies, and making memories to remember for the years to come, as they should; as they hope it to be. Yes, Everything is so hopeful; everything is outrageously lustrous. But for Geto Suguru, it is not. For him, the earth had already stopped turning since the advent of last spring as if the cogs of the winter suddenly started to rot with rust and now it is just blocked; the winter never stopped weeping since then and the spring never came to soothe the mourning. Geto takes a glance at the clock in the room. Nanami is busy picking up the dresses and sorting them by the hierarchy as well as the theme of rituals of the marriage ceremony which is about to commence within an hour.

“C’mon, you can’t leave just like this. The ceremonies. . . the rituals. They’re going to start soon. You can’t just leave. We need you. You’re important.” Kento finally stopped fidgeting with the clothes when Geto bothered to glance at him through the mirror amused by his tone. It is not common for Nanami to lose his composure. He is always calm and collected and never loses his cool. But today is different. Today is his day. He is going to marry the love of his life, Miss Haibara. So, he is supposed to panic, isn't that right?

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Geto conceded, adjusting his hair to tie it up in a bun. Nanami’s mouth parts in a form of protest but he is slower than usual. Before Nanami could follow him, Geto was already out of the dressing room lost in the crowd.

"But where exactly are you going, Geto-san?" Yu Haibara asked blocking his way as he turned up through the back door.

"To meet a friend," Geto remarks in a low growl and leaves.

Seeing his dearest friend, Nanami frowns he quips, "That's okay. Worry not when I'm here," keeping his hand on Kento's shoulders as a sign of assurance.

"Shouldn't you be with your sister?" Nanami quipped with pinched eyebrows.

"Well, boys are not allowed there." Haibara saunters around the room and then settles on an armchair situated on the balcony. "Plus you look like could use some help."

“I just need a house tour,” Nanami claimed as he shuffled through his clothes again. His eyes peered and stilled at his soon-to-be brother-in-law. "do you know your way around here? I mean have you been in Geto-san's house before?"

"Oh! you can trust me on this one." Haibara chuckles nervously realizing how his dearest friend and soon-to-be brother-in-law asks for that one thing he can not help with. Nanami smiles. It is amusing how he is so worked up for his sister's wedding and is trying his best to keep it together rather than sabotaging it, unlike certain someone.

"Sure. Whatever you say, Pal."

Geto hops onto his jeep staring at the crowd of the elderly people who came to give their blessings. He specifically went through the back door of the house to avoid any kind of attention, especially attention from those elderly people who would not hesitate to question his whereabouts. And that is exactly what he needs to avoid for now. Questions. Stupid questions. He had enough of his own on his plate that demanded answers. With all the waves of memories crashing at the shore of his mind he passed through those familiar streets of his hometown. It has been a year and a half since the incident yet it lays heavy on his mind, like a freshly dropped flower. He halted near the graveyard. The Sakura trees surrounding the graveyard are blushing. He walked into the cemetery, hearing cries and howls of agonies as he passed by some gravestones. There is something with these hospitals and cemeteries that always makes him uncomfortable. Of course, it is supposed to make anyone uncomfortable; death and loss are two sides of the same coin. You can not go at the expense of the other. He has always hated visiting his mom at the hospital when he was a kid. His mother was at the hospital not because she was sick but because she was expecting, but at such a tender age Suguru could barely understand the seriousness of it all. For, his mom left him and when she came back, she would be with his father and his baby brother. But they never came home, just like the spring. When he halted in front of a particular burial his cassette of vague childhood memories ceased to play.

The tombstone read:

SATORU GOJO.

7TH DEC 1989 - 27TH DECEMBER 2016.

“THE ONE AND ONLY.”

Geto tasted bile at the back of his throat. It has been a year and six months already. Still, he has not checked any of the things that Satoru left behind, not even talked to his mother and neither was at his funeral. This is the first time he is visiting Satoru’s grave. During their high school years, there was not a single instance when Geto looked at his right side and found it empty. Satoru was always there beside him, whether busy talking the on phone or busy picking on him or was just there. Now, Geto stands with no one by his side. After high school, they parted ways due to work. And one day, when he collected his phone from the icing centre on his way home after a long day of work, his phone had died with messages, voice missed calls and emails. All of them said one thing: 'Satoru Gojo is dead.'

Solitude is lethal. It is very addictive. It becomes a habit after one realizes how peaceful and calm it is. It is like when one does not want to deal with people anymore because they just drain energy in the end. But noin yn has grown bored in the bubble she has created around herself. Now all she wants is to burst the bubble without hurting anyone, not even herself. But on the other hand, if thinly did take a wild turn then what more could add to your irrevocable loss that would hurt you to the point of disintegration?

The cab halted with a huge jerk. Turning his head the driver bore an apologetic smile. After a few futile attempts, it was evident from his face that the cab broke, and that too in the middle of nowhere. Still, you hoped for him to fix it because it would be a hassle to carry all the luggage towards the venue. The place is morbid and dull. You travelled as far they could and Bingo! There was a Jeep parked outside a cemetery but other than that there was not a single soul. You, the driver, and the broken cab. The Jeep suggested someone should be nearby but after walking a few steps toward the end of the long stretch of the cemetery, you did not see anyone. Running out of options, you checked the destination on Google Maps. It is almost okay. But with all the luggage it would take you half an hour and booking another cab or waiting for another supplementary ride seemed tiring. After ten hours of flight, you just longed for sleep. Without wasting further time on thinking you started to walk reluctantly. After almost ten minutes you heard the noise of a car, a Jeep. You waved in the hopes of getting a lift but he did not stop. He took the turning into a smaller road. With his sunglasses on you could not tell if ly saw you or not. It is hard to miss a person on an empty road but you're experienced to be different. His lips were moving, so he might be busy talking and seemed to be in a hurry or a rich jerk who was perhaps humming ignoring a damsel in distress.

When you reached the venue you noticed the same red jeep parked in the backyard. The numbers are the same. Realizing the guy is also a guest in this marriage ceremony made you scrunch up your nose. Of course, what did you expect? Wherever you go, trouble follows. The preparations were still going on. You stood at one corner scanning through the crowd hoping to see your friends. A staff was distributing banners and some guests were getting ready for photos. He handed one to you. The place was crawling with alphas and omegas. Even Betas. You still could not see any familiar faces and certainly, it made you restless. You turned on your heel to ask one of the staff for help but something blocked your path. A man, tall and broad, radiating off an awful scent shamelessly; an alpha. You looked up, up and blinked once, twice and thrice. He is wearing a thin white shirt and black slacks, a typical staff uniform but he can not be just a staff here with a lavish red jeep and an aura full of arrogance. His buttons are unevenly done, plus, there are lipstick marks under his collarbones. This man who ignored you at the turning of the road extended his arms as if he were to carry you in bridal style.

“Excuse me,” you yelled, taken aback by his behaviour.

Geto Suguru who noticed you from afar, your restlessness scooted backwards. “And, then the girls say we, the men, don't listen to women.” Pointing towards the banner you held in your hand he pouted. It read — “PICK ME UP” Reading it you let out an awkward laugh. “Oh no! I was just standing here. And one of the guys handed this to me— Suguru closed the gap between you and him again, extended his hands in the pretence of scooping you again. “Hey. Listen to me. I — am — still — talking,” You stammered leaning away from him. Suguru smiled at you, amused at your reactions and the symphony of his laughter managed to reach your heart. He looked like the moon who was searching for the sea waves.

“Y/N.” Your ears perked up on that familiar high note. You would not forget that voice even if you wanted to. “Utaah!” you screamed merrily running towards your saviour. Utahime hugged you. Shoko, who was hiding behind Utahime, peered at you. Her eyebrows jumped twice in amusement. She has not changed a bit, the same unbothered eyes and lack of enthusiasm in her body. “What took you so long?” The bride squealed, dragging Shoko in a group hug.

“Sho, are you okay?” you asked. She always used to run away from hugs. Guess, people do change in the company of others. Shoko managed to pull out her hand to give you a thumbs up with a smirk laced upon her face. She has not changed, not even a bit.

The bride, Miss Haibara immediately called a few staff to help you with the luggage and your room. She did not even have to say anything. All she did was to wave her hand and you knew you did not have to worry anymore. For a Beta, she is one of a kind. Everything is sorted now. You need not worry anymore except for one thing. That guy; managed to get on your nerves earlier and is now actively involved in the preparations, quite interactive with the groom. From their interactions, you could tell they had known each other for years. Maybe since childhood. Things are not looking good from this angle.

The guests kept arriving till the evening. Generally, it would have been different if this was an actual wedding venue. But, a week ago the manager informed Nanami that they booked the wedding venue twice on the same date. There were some technical faults in the system due to which the software did not show that the date was already booked so, one of the parties had to cancel. Unfortunately, it was Nanami and Haibara's family. Surprisingly, one of Nanami’s friends owned this massively gorgeous house to do the deed without any hassle. But, they had to make some changes and now here you are, sitting by the pool going through your schedule as they fix the lights in your room. Five days. Within five days you should be hearing from the company you applied for the job. Locking the phone, taking a deep breath, and stretching your muscles you intended to go to your room, but a squared blue sachet caught your attention. It was near one of the feet of the table. ‘DUREX’ was written on it. A moment later you saw Geto coming outside and scanning the place. He strolled towards the table. You hid the condom under your notebook as he inspected the table. Not to seem suspicious and rude you asked, “Are you looking for something?”

“Yeah. A friend.” Geto responded with a reflex as he looked under the table.

“Uhm, under the table?” You exclaimed with a meek laughter, unable to hold it in anymore.

Geto stood near you tilting his head at you. He supported his weight by keeping one of his arms on the table and leaned towards you. “Where is it?” He asked, his voice deeper than usual.

“What was the name of your friend again? Doesn’t it start with ‘C’?”

He crouched down a bit, repeating his demand. “Give.it.back.” You could almost hear him growl.

“Didn’t you forget to say ‘please’ ?”

The crease on Geto’s forehead increased further. He stood with his hands resting on the back of his waist, his tongue swirling inside his mouth thinking if there would be any store open nearby. He would rather buy another one than say please but then again, he hates to keep the omega waiting. “Can I have it back?” He bit the corner of his bottom lip before finally caving in, “Please?”

“Good boy.” You chimed looking away from his piercing gaze, shifted the pages of your notebook so that he could take it. He snatched it in a flash and walked back towards the building.

“You’re welcome. Have fun” You yelled, making him pause. He probably rolled his eyes again but you could not have known that.

“Oh, I will.” He shouted back. “I definitely will,” Geto said under his breath, growling.

It was two o’clock and you have been staring at the ceiling for a while now. The network was down otherwise listening to music and going to sleep would be easy. Shoko and Utahime were probably sleeping like a log. Your friend and bride was perhaps awake but tomorrow is her day so she probably took a pill and went to sleep. You were barely ten when you met them, and the cogs of fate turned against you when you had to leave this town at the age of fifteen. But those ten years would be the most refreshing ones you had in this lifetime before the tragedy befell. With all those memories bubbling at the back of your mind, you could not sleep. Maybe a walk in the lawn might tire you out. With that in mind, you headed out of your room into the pool area. The adjacent grassy lawn was crowded with lights. They were flickering but as you walked past those lights, they stopped flickering. Those lights were not there before when you were drawing the designer dresses. There was also a glass of chocolate milkshake on the table. Without bubbles sedimenting on the skin of the glass suggested that it had already reached at room temperature.

“Not bad,” A voice turned up. As you turned around you were blessed with the sight of the man who managed to tick you off this morning. “Could have been more beautiful but yeah, that will do.” He added fixing his eyes on you and then gauging you that did earn him a glare as well as a questioning tilt of your brows. Geto understood the congestion of your confusion. You must be thinking how audacious of him to try to flirt with you just after having freshly fucked. “Oh no. not you. I meant the lights,” he added. You did not budge.

He offered, “Chocolate milkshake?” holding the glass. Still no pinnable reaction. You walked towards him and stopped at an arm’s length saying, “I think you need it more.” eyeing him up and down, from his well-built shoulders to his torso and then, backwards. “For stamina,” you added. With that as you walked past him.

“Why don’t you check it by yourself?” he whispered but you could hear him anyway. You bit the inner flesh of your lip holding back the response at the tip of your tongue because you knew he is just testing the waters, caging you into a corner and assessing your reactions, your heightened senses, and everything. You would hate it if you purposely gave what he wanted, whatever he desired from you to get by ticking you off. You will be leaving this god-damn town in a few days, forever and the last thing you want is a random hook-up that could keep your hopes up. You clicked your tongue. Swearing under your breath you murmured, “I’m already bored anyways.”

The next morning when you woke up, Shoko was already in your room. She was sitting at the foot of your bed scrolling through her phone. “Morning butterfly.” With her stoic face, she kept herself busy on the phone while you rolled to a side soaking in the warmth of the blankets and half-asleep state. “It’s already 8:30. You’re late.” You sprung up on your bed like a cat with its mouth hanging open. Shoko smiled. “Oh dear! Do you still fall for this? You’re still such a baby.” Your heart was pounding against your chest, blood rushing through your veins vigorously as you were still sinking into reality.

“Shooo, I was having a nice dream,” You whined getting out of bed. After taking a shower and getting ready you accompanied her for breakfast. Utahime, Haibara, Nanami and his bride were already there. Someone was missing but given the circumstances of the last night if he did not show up at all during breakfast you would not be so surprised. Greeting everyone good morning you took a seat next to Utahime. Shoko sat beside you. This mansion, owned by that guy, looked so different during daylight. There were no people, no hubbub no prying eyes and most importantly, no questioning faces and company which seemed to be present in abundance at such occasions like this.

“Nice house.” You remarked with a smile looking at Nanami. You have only seen him in video calls, whenever your friend used to call you but now that you are seeing him in person you can feel how much he is every bit of the goodness she spoke of.

“It’s Geto’s.” He responded taking butter toast from the master plate.

“What’s his full name?” you asked drinking in the beauty of his house as you fidgeted with your plate.

“Suguru Geto.” a male voice emerged from your back.

“What?” You gasped. Suguru was standing behind you. His presence was so overwhelming. He was standing right behind you and you did not even feel it like other times, like those two encounters. So, he has control on his pheromones; he is not just some spoiled rich brat.

“My name. Suguru Geto” He repeated as he stood beside you for a second, locking his eyes with you, and then continued to walk away from you to take a seat opposite to you. You smiled to yourself as embarrassment seeped deep into your bones. Shoko cleared her throat giving you a knowing look. Suguru kept piling up food on his plate while you were almost done with your breakfast. Six slices of butter toast, two half-boiled eggs, and a bowl of chicken soup. When he looked for the salt, his eyes landed on yours which were on his plate.

“I have a big appetite this morning.” He uttered in low breath reading your thoughts. Your eyes immediately flashed at him, nose inflated as you grabbed a glass of juice shooting him a warm smile. You excused yourself as soon as you could. Any longer than this, and you would have to talk with him. You better flee before he tries to spin another web of his chram around you. Something tells you he is not good as he seems to be.

Nanami is dressed in hakama, wearing a face mask covering his eyes and nose, not the mouth. The bride has the same mask but of different color, color of her choice. He stares at the phtoframe laying on the bed side table. It has a picture of a woman, he knows her. Suguru enters his room, halts noticing Nanami fully dressed and staring at the phto.

"isn't this gojo-san's mother?" Nanami asks looking at Suguru who is busy adjusting his hand cufflings.

"Yes."

"Oh! these anklets, i remember these anklets." Nanami points out touching her feet in the picture. "Gojo-san had all of us begging to get him these from his mom and then finally he asked you." Nanami looks at Suguru posing a question, "don't you remember?"

"Yes. I do." Suguru answers gravely taking the photo from Nanami's hand and giving him a box. It contains a necklace which he is suppossed to give it to his bride, tonight.

Nanami's lips went flat, he knows he is stepping into a place where he should not yet he asks, "don't you know to whom Gojo-san gave those anklets?" Suguru keeps the photoframe inside the cupboard feezing in place. The door of the cupboard is still open and he has not turned around. He knows, if he does he has to face something he does not want to, his last meet with himself, his last words to him, a constant loop he often sees in his sleep.

"Let's go, everyone." Haibara yells filling the deadly silence. "The ceremony is about to begin." And then walks away shooting both of them a smile. Nanami clear his throat and checks himself for one last time in the mirror.

"Don't worry. You look just fine," Suguru exclaims with tight smile on his face. Nanami just shakes his head releasing an exhale and then, leaves. Suguru closes the cupboard and follows. The less he opens that particular cabinet, the better.

People have gathered here for this auspicious ceremony. Nanami and Miss Haibara will be tieing threads on each other's hands after removing the mask that they were supposed to wear throughout the whole ritual. Geto watches them as they slowly walk towards the centre of the venue, thinking was it all so necessary to do this? He even asked Haibara about it and he said how some traditional rituals are need to be done to be a part of the clan, and they themselves wanted to do it so the other family members are just showing their support by being present in the ceremony. The main modern wedding would be held two days later. Geto notices that you walk away holding a glass of chmapange as soon as the ceremony begins. You have been drinking for a while, he has noticed it. You went towards the exit, outside the house where there are no crowds, no eyes, no people and no questions.

Haibara leans towards Geto whispering, "Now, they're going to exchange traditional jewellery that has been passed down since generations."

Geto just gives him a nod and suddenly, Nanami's words echo at the back of his mind,"don't you know to whom Gojo-san gave those anklets?" He gulps, his vision becomes blur for a second and before it gets worse he stands up, smiling towards Haibara he excuses himself out of the ceremonial arena. He walks towards a less crowded place where nobody can see him, nobody will know about him and then he picks up a sweet alluring scent. He lets his eyes scan the place around,and then spots a woman dressed in red dress standing by the pavement.

"Hi" Suguru greets and his eyes go wide seeing you. He notices a whole wine bottle in your hand. Ahh!that's why. He must admit you have a very oddly sweet scent. But why are you here? Maybe you are waiting to meet someone, perhaps your lover, or your alpha otherwise why would you let your scent hit the air so freely. He can not help but think why you are alone, here, out in the cold.

"Oh! hi" You greet.

"waiting for someone?"

"what?" You say and then pick up on his cue. "No, no. Just having some fresh air,"

"Do you mind?" He asks letting his eyes scrutinize your body from head to toe extending his hand to his collar, freeing the button.

"what?" You yell."absolutely not. what're you even thinking?" Suguru scoffs as you misunderstand his intentions, giving you the shawl to you. "This is ridiculous." You add and then turn on your heel to leave but a warm shawl wraps around your body. You look at him and find him inches away surprised that he picked up on the fact that you were cold; not only that, you were cold and drinking to keep yourself warm, even got your hormores worked up for that, but generally it is said that an alpha's presence soothes an omega but what exactly would you hope for when everything around you keeps dying?

"I don't know if it's the alcohol, but you don't seem that bad now." you mutter.

"Thanks?" Geto shoots you his heartwarming smile. "How drunk are you?" He can smell the alcohol on you now.

"Can I kiss you?"

"WOAH! A lot, okay." he exlaims with utmost amusement but then, notices that you are staring at him, and as you do your smile keeps stretching. 'okay. now YN is just teasing me'. You laughter finally breaks as you finish the rest of the champange.

"Are you really laughing at me Miss Y/N L/N?"

"umm-hmmm" you nod and glup before saying, "What're you gonna do about it?" Geto looks at you, studies you, thinks you really do not have any idea who exactly you are you messing with. He takes a few steps towards you taking the bottle from your hand.

"Nothing. do you want me to do something about it?" There is a pout on your face; your eyes are not at him anymore but a little downwards, on his hand upon the bottle he is holding.

"No,"

"but you're thinking about it," Geto presses further.

"nope." You shake your head in denial.

"so, you do not think about me?"

"nuh-huh"

Geto inclines a little, near your ear and whisperes, "but i have so many improper thoughts about you,YN." As he retreats he watches your eyes go wide, eyebrows stretch upwards and lips part. Geto could not control himself anymore. It was his turn to laugh seeing your face fall like that as if you have seen a ghost. "God. i can't belive you fell for it," You let him drink in the petty victory he just had and then carefully ask so that he does not mis-hear neither misunderstand.

"what did you mean when you said you had improper thoughts about me?"

"It was just a joke-he says and you take a step towards him. He backs away. As you take another step you notice him grabbing the bottle of the neck firmly and step away.

"So," you utter,"you think about me? Well, there is nothing wrong with that but," You pause and he waits for you to continue.

"What would you do if i said yes?" Geto asks unable to bear what were you about to say next and whatever that may be.

You smile and it ticks him off further. "How about i show you how improper are my thoughts about you?" He watches your smile fade instantly and then silence surrounds you both but not for long, "Its such a shame, that i can't show you 'cause i don't think you can . . ." He mouths the rest, "have sex with me."

Naturally you protest. Nobody likes losing at bed so Suguru grabs your hand and drags you to the nearest room in this mansion. It is a spare room perhaps, at least its clean and there is a bed.

"what're we doing here?" He asks pushing you onto the bed. You sit at the edge of the bed.

"you tell me," Your words slur a little. "you dragged me into this room." Your heart beats pick up the light-speed as he locks the door.

Geto chuckles at your half-drowsy state saying, "If you are so hesitant to say the word, will you even do it right ?" He stands at the edge of the bed, tucking your hair as you look at him . . . so blur with each blink . . . and so big

"Why not? Why not I do it? I do it multiple times," Geto licks his lips holding back his smile.

"And what's that gonna be?" He puts emphasis on 'what' pulling away the shwal that covered the beauty of your off-shoulder dress. He gets on his knees to get a very view of your expressions, because you keep avoiding his eyes. It's adorable.

"Sl-sl-sleepex"

"What?" Geto's laughter echoes in the room. "You can't even say sex,"

You glare at him and wrap your arms around his nape. "sleepex" you repeat.

"Stop. you're making it sound cute,"

"Say that, i'm hot."

"i'm hot," Geto says with stren voice, serious look on his face watching you glow in laughter like a pearl in an oyaster. "Y/N, are you sure you wanna do this?" He carefully lays you on the bed with one of his toned muscular arms wrapping around your waist while your hands wrap his shoulders.

"Of course i'm. i'm not doing this because i dont have to prove anything to anyone. I'm doing this for myself. I'm strong enough to do this," You move your eyes towards him, continuing "it's supposed to get better, right? but when? when does that happen? and when it happens please tell them. will you tell them?"

"umm-hmm" Geto just hums.

"Yes, please tell them." You murmur, your chest heavs and then as you exhale exhaustion lulls you into sleep.

"Y/N?"

The next morning as you wake, a terrible weight attracts your head back to pillow.

"Morning babe," A deep voice jerks you awake. Geto Suguru, half-naked, standing near the bed holding a glass of maybe a hangover cure

"what're you doing in my room?" you tartly ask. "and why aren't you dressed?"

"well, i wish i could only if you give me back my haori,"

"what exactly happend last night?"

"don't you remember?" Geto sits at the edge of the bed, his hand chinning you up. "I have never heard my name in so many acoustics," Your eyes go wide and just when you are about to say something Geto puts a finger against your lips, but does not touch them. "You were drunk, you fell asleep and i slept in the other room,"

"who changed my dress?" you ask doubting him unable get off this feeling of uneasiness.

"I did," Shoko answers entering the room. She pulls Geto's ear saying, "why did you tell her so soon? The fun was just getting started," Geto grabbed her hands and pulled her into the bed, and the jumping out of the bed. Before disappearing, he exclaims, "I'll tell why,what, where and everything if you tell me about how long you and Utahime have been fucking?"

"You stupid boy. Its called dating," she protests and jumps out of the bed following him leaving you alone with your thoughts. what the fuck just happened? moreover, uta and sho are fucking, dating? for how long?

Today there is no ceremony but a celebration for annoucning the wedding in different clans. Those who value and only prefer traditional wedding, they are here today. When you finally join the guests, you spot Geto swarmed by men you do not recognize. He looks a little disturbed, restless. You have not been able to talk to him since the failed prank night. Part of you is grateful for not taking advantage of you in your drunk state, while the other part is just curious to know what would he have done if you were not drunk. So, you cook up some courage and finally when he is alone you walk up to him to talk.

"Hi,"

"Hello"

"I just wanted to thank you for-"

"-for not taking advantage of your drunk state?" He finishes your line and then bites his bottom.

"Yeah. however, improperly you thought of having me," You add further.

He clicks his tongue,"about that," and then a chuckle follows.

"Getou-san," You call him pasuing his laughter, having his eyes on you, "I'm not drunk today,"

"Yeah? but we have a lot of -

"Perhaps you didn't hear it well,"

"I'm not drunk today," He repeats your words realizing the meaning behind it but then his eyes shift towards Miss Haibara who is currently speaking to Mahito. Mahito, that fucker, who invited him here?

"excuse me, i'll just be back in a minute," As he excuses himself you notice him talking to the bride for a while and then he dashes out of the arena. When you follow him, you find him standing against the pool side alone looking at the water.

"Geto-san?" you call but he does not answer. So, you touch his arm and he jerks it off instantly. "Relax, its just me," you say but when his eyes fell on you, it is so distant as if you are seeing him for the first time. He seems like a totally different person.

"Tsk," Geto clicks his tongue and then leaves without saying a word. You stood there for a while and then, quitely you joined your friends. Yeah, that is what you have been doing since day one, talking and chatting with friends, catching up with them. But they are all busy, Shoko and Utahime are together at a table, Haibara is talking and attending the guests, Mei-Mei busy getting some guy's attention. He must be someone rich. You are just all alone. Your eyes scan all the guests and then stills at a particular figure. A tall man with white hair, eye so as blue as the sky, wearing a wedding suit, the diamond shining on his ring finger and he shoots a smile at you. You start to walk towards him but something stop you, Shoko's hand. "Y/N you okay? you look as if you've seen a ghost," she is so blur right now. You close your eyes and then open looking at his direction; he is gone. It has been a while since Satoru has not visited you for a while. Even now, as you try to uproot him from your life he comes boucning back. When this is going to end? when will be over him? why did he had to leave anyways that day?

It is almost midnight. You are as usual at the pool side, but today you are here for a reason. The sky tonight is adorned with stars and among those million stars two of them would be your parents. You heard a set of footsteps knowing full well in your gut that who could it be. "can't sleep?" You registered his presence as he sat beside you but you did not bother to answer him right away. "I was looking for you," Suguru added; turning your head in his direction you smiled. He swore his heart just stopped for a second. Maybe you are angry or gonna yell at him or slap him or maybe do nothing at all, just ignore him which is the worst.

"In the middle of the night? what for?" You pause to inspect his expression for a moment. Suguru tries to say something. He still feels bad about how he walked away from you in the middle of the ceremony. He will get an earful from Kento and Yu tomorrow for abandoning the ceremony like that, but what unsettles him is the fact that he hurt you; he knows he did, and he can see it on your face even now. He has fucked omegas, even betas before and never before has he had to cross so many bumps. Perhaps, it is harder because you are connected to his friend's circle.

Suguru's eyes glanced downwards. He picks his nails before grabbing your hand to pull it upon his face, "I wanted to see you."

"I think I missed you." There is confusion lingering in his eyes as your palms remain fisted. You slowly let your fingers touch his skin pushing him to the point of closing his eyes. His head arches, and tilts before his lips peck your palms.

"I don't have your friend with me tonight." You say and it seems that he knew what exactly you meant. He does not answer just stares, longer than usual. Did he think that you'd let him fuck without protection? It is such a shame that you think so; did Suguru want to see you just for the sex, just to keep the end of his bargain or whatever silly challenge you two had? He is now more confused than before; like are you angry at him or just upset? He stands up without letting go of your hand.

As he guides you to his room, you remember the previous failed attempts but his deep, commanding tone interrupts. "Don't worry. I have it with me." He lets you enter the room first, still holding your hand; placing a kiss on your cheek he makes you twirl once and lets go of you. He pushes the door with his foot without averting his eyes from you, leaning against it.

"What was that for?" You chuckle and ask. There is slow jazz music playing. You look around till you find the source, an old vinyl player.

"Wanna dance?" Suguru asks. "With me?" and all he gets as a response is a dip in between your eyebrows, a long hum and an upside curve of lips. He chuckles at your expressions and walks towards you.

"I don't know, can you?" you say as he tries to put his arm around your waist.

Another challenge. So amusing. You bite your lip as he leans towards you. There is a fair amount of space between you and him, still, you swayed back, just a little. "um. You wouldn't know unless you try," he said flattening his palm before you. You narrow your eyes on him, giving him a look full of scepticism but as you keep your hand in his he lets out a throaty chuckle.

"what's wrong?" you ask but that just expands his laughter.

He cleared his throat, and scratched his nose before saying, "Your hands are so small." You look at your hands and think how funny it is that he noticed it now even though he had a lot of chances to map his hand against yours. Your nostrils flair up in embarrassment with a slight tinge of anger making you pull away your palm and step backwards.

Suguru's instincts kick in. "Backing down from a challenge so soon, huh?" He asks holding tight on to your hand before pulling you into his body. He seems so firm against you. No wonder your small hands made him laugh. You wanted to say something but as you opened your mouth to speak, you realized how dry your throat is. Wetting your lips you guide his hand around your waist. As both of you start to dance, it seems that your body is practically glued against his. The feeling of skin against the skin with just the barrier of clothes in between, breaths hitting each other, and some wild thoughts running behind those eyes as they look into each other. His hand which you guided at your valley of waist has now travelled upwards enough to undo the zip. You think he is gonna unzip your dress but rather he lets you one slow twirl and then pulls you into his body again. He leans into your ear and you think he is finally going to kiss you. Maybe there is a 'no kiss on the lips' rule or he starts with a neck, or behind the ear but you hear his hoarse whisper, "Are you on suppressants?" You open your eyes, surprise takes control of your body. You blink, and you bite your bottom lip.

NO. "should I have been? I mean people don't generally use suppressants anymore. And, my heart cycle is not unruly but maybe I should have been. . . but who knew I'd sleep with an alpha...and your thoughts keep spiralling. Geto takes your silence as a 'YES' and takes this opportunity to grab your face and kiss your lips. The sweet scent of wine lulls your spiraling thoughts and you grab onto his wrists deepening the kiss. You whimper as he pushes his tongue. Okay, so he likes to take things fast. why did you think it otherwise again? He unzips your dress swiftly. Without finding the hook of your bra, he breaks the kiss, a little bashful about how ready you are: oozing with a desire to mate, not taking suppressants; he wonders if he will find a panty under your dress if he ran his fingers up along your inner thighs.

"Kiss me again," you demand and as both of you recollect breaths, you stand on your toes trying to kiss him but he moves his face away. Suguru licks his lips. You are going fast, and he does not want that. He wants this to be agonizingly slow, so slow that you have to beg him and when this is all over everything will be drilled in your mind. The rejection does not surprise you, nor hurt you but it does make you nervous. Maybe he is the type to fuck only after getting a blow job. Your hands are now upon his chest and his around your torso but when you try to push him away, you fail; he does not let you. What he does sure tingles your skin. He keeps up with your eager curious eyes, and his index and thumb pinch your half-aroused nipple. Just another whimper escaped from you before it became fully aroused. But your parting mouth, closed eyes as he touches you more, squeezes your boob harder threatens him to give you what you want and silence those needy whimpers but instead, he lets his instinct take over. Suguru kisses your neck, slowly, as his hand abuses your boob. Your body arches a little and he pushes his leg in between yours. The sucks start to get strong before his teeth come to play while his knee nudges your vagina. As your hands run through his long shoulder-length hair he presses his knee against your cunt and he feels your warm juices coating his slacks. He takes a break from bruising your neck anymore only to say, "Seriously? no pants either?" Just how desperate are you, yn?

"Ugh! I had no idea that we'd do this today after you-" You pause noticing a crease in his eyebrows and regret accumulates at the pit of your stomach.

"Yeah, about that. I just needed to cool off." He lets his nose nestle against your cheeks as he whispers, "Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." You let out a short-lived chuckle thinking how he thought it hurt you. It did, but not too much to lose your sleep over it so that Geto finds you sitting by the poolside at midnight.

"umm-hmmm," a quiet hum before his hands travel under the skirt of your dress. He cups your bare cunt before ruthlessly pushing his finger inside you. You grab his loose t-shirt as he starts to move his finger, slowly, in and out. The veil of pleasure slowly starts to encapsulate you making your legs weak. Unable to hold himself back, he starts to kiss you again because every time he does your nose and lips become a little red. You can not see them but he can; the parted lips, reddened nose and lips, and that panting face craving for more is just the other side of a full moon.

"wanna take this to bed?" he says pulling just a thread away from your lips. You just give him a nod. He cleans his middle finger by licking them, watching your face fall. "What?"

"never do that again," you exclaim with surprise as he drags you to his bed. There is an adjacent bedroom where Suguru generally brings his girls but not tonight, tonight is not just special but just different from his other one-night stands. He sits at the edge of the bed, pulling you into his lap effortlessly. It takes you with so much surprise that he has such strength in him.

"You think, we would do this again?" he asks pulling your legs to one side.

"what? no"

"why 'no' why not 'oh yes' ?" and both of you share a laugh before he sternly commands. "put your hands around me, in." And you do, you listen to him. You curl your arms around his shoulders and at the same time, feel two of his fingers push inside you. He does not make you wait much as he picks up the pace. Two fingers move up and down, rashly and your mind becomes mushy again. Suguru lets out a chuckle as your hand grabs onto his shirt. You let out a sharp moan, feeling his teeth on your nipple over your dress. He desperately sucks on to them over the cloth.

"wait, lemme just," and you push your dress down to your waist without any hesitation. Sure, Suguru likes bold girls but you are not just bold, you are a little unaware of the consequences of such bold, unfiltered coupling and that too without being on suppressants. Suguru takes his fingers out of your cunt and grabs your boob which has been neglected till now. While his mouth sucks the other, his palm starts to massage. Part of him thinks, maybe you are entering your heat cycle. Sometimes coupling with an alpha might commence an omega's heat cycle; the other part of him thinks that a feisty girl like you would be able to sense if one is entering into a heat cycle. Besides, it would be a hassle to have sex with an omega who is about to enter her heat cycle. Some people might love to do it, but not him. Some omegas become too demanding at this state and with the minimum time he has spent with you, it would be a gamble to predict how you would be in bed during the heat cycle. Suguru pulls away from sucking your tits and looks at you. You let his hair lose, carcasses through his wavy locks, skim through his hair and finally tug at his hair exposing his neck this time. He has you now seated cross-legged on his lap. He feels the strain in his sweatpants. All he wants to do is to have you all on fours and fuck you till he feels the high of it. But he lets you do what you are trying to do: following his patterns. Omegas generally do it, while being in the heat or the advent of it but you would not do it. You are not in your heat cycle, are you? As you kiss him, suck his skin and bite near his collar bones one of his hands supports you while the other aid to the strain in his pants but he fails at that deliberately because every time you buck your hips.

"Wait, stop. Lemme just make it easier for you." He barks and scoots backwards against the headboard. You get rid of your dress and discard it on the floor. Suguru's eyes travel up and down your body. Your body is not spotless, there are moles, stretch marks, and cuts and he leans forward to find out how it would feel against his lips and tongue you stop him. You run your hands from between his collarbone and his navel bottom. "Haha fair enough," he says and gets rid of his t-shirt. You take his cock out of his pants rubbing the foreskin, touching the tip before adjusting it to your entrance. Suguru grabs the condom from the drawer but sees you struggle to sit on his cock, the same question reverts in his mind. The answer to it could only be yes and at the same time, you would not realize the gravity of your state would be because this is the first time you are having sex with an alpha. So, carefully he chins up your face and asks, "Yn, is this your first time with an alpha?"

"Yes." Finally, you said something instead of nodding. He was starting to get worried. Wait. what? You said what? A yes? Oh, a thousand heaven fucks!

"Is that bad?" You ask seeing him glitching like that.

"Nope. Not at all," He quipped. He scratches his forehead in frustration with his thumb because he is sure he is responsible for your current state since you were sober and perfectly in your senses just a while ago; Fuck! he knew it was a bad idea to fuck you in his room and also not to let you take suppressants. He curls his arm around you immediately he lays you flat on his bed. "Alright! yn. Listen to me and Listen to me very carefully," He says and you smile like a baby, like that day when you were drunk. He hates this. Oh God! he hates this so much. "If you feel anything is gonna hurt you, just tell me. You get it?" He stares down at you as you watch him intently with your eyebrows congested. He pushes aside your hair and clusters them in his hand. "You understand. You nod." You give him a nod, saying, "Sure. Got it." You thanked the heavens for being able to respond properly. Not only this is your first time with an alpha, but also like the 'first time.' ever. Geto is gonna flip out if he finds out about that too. He grabs two pillows, one he places under your head and the other under your lower back. He captures all his hair and ties it in a bun. "Tell me if it hurts," he says before pushing the crown of his head inside your feminity. You grab the pillow in anticipation but slowly feel him pushing inside you, filling you and you release a full long breath as he starts to move in and out, slow and steady so it would ease your entrance. He hunches down, his nose grazing against your hot skin along your cheeks and he starts to pick up the pace a little."You okay, yn?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." You answer and feel an immediate strong push against your hips. Suguru grunts feeling you sheath him. "Suguru," you call his name softly, hesitantly.

"Am I hurting you,yn?" He asks with a worried tone.

"Uhmm. no. no. I think you didn't wear a condom," you exclaim showing the packet. And it strikes him that he could use your state to his advantage. Your senses are dull, you are vulnerable, needy and so very tempting. why should he resist you when he is barely holding back?

"Well, shouldn't you have told me before I put us inside you?" he exclaims menacingly watching the light in your eyes fade. "Don't worry I'll pull out." He scoops you into his lap starting to buck his hips against you. "I'm good at that," Well, of course you are, Mr.Cassanova; that worried you for a second, bringing back flashbacks that you ought to keep sealed, flashbacks that seemed memories of another person, flashbacks that are like yellow snow.

"you can get louder, can't you?" Geto rasps before he grabs your forearms, tightly as you bob up and down. You bite the inner flesh of your bottom lip tp hold off your smirk. Looking down for a bit, you notice that half of his cock is still not inside of you and, all you want is to milk him dry, fuck him till he passes out. You look at Suguru again, asking, "I can?" resting your hands over his shoulders testing his waters now. He just shoots you a cocky smile before putting his mouth against your skin. This time its so abrupt, so brutal that it makes your eyes go white, teeth abusing your lower lip and hands trying to push him away. Suguru feels your nails scratch his shoulders as he goes down taking your pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucking it so hard that it makes you release a welp followed by a shriek. "See. You can do a lot better" He says peering at you. The glisten in your eyes makes his heart thrum faster. "Ahh!fuck this," he growls before shifting his hands on your waist to provide more force to your thrusts. And after a few long and strong thrusts he leans against the headboard watching you pick up the pace. It just hits the right spot with so much precision that keeps you going. Watching you bounce, seeing every lavicious expression you make. . . he is so going to come back to this memory if he ever has to take care of himself. His watches you as he interlaces his fingers with yours. He can feel it, how close you are, the stronger your grip grows in between his hands, the slower your thrusts get pushing you closer to the high and then, as you recoil like a bow wetting his cock it becomes harder not to blow his load inside of you. "Sorry," he mutters under his breath before freeing one of his interlaced hand from yours to hold you as he lays you flat on the bed again. You squirm, you writhe as he plunges deep inside you. You just came, and now feeling his cock move in and out, it aches your muscles yet you still grab onto his biceps, nails digging as he thrusts his hips. He is panting so hard, you could feel his breath hitting your face everytime he thrusts; without thinking you curl your free hand around his nape, pulling him into a kiss, sucking his lips and pushing your tongue while he keeps thrusting. But the moment you wrap your legs around his torso, he starts to get vocal and fidget. Pulling away from the kiss, he unwraps your legs and holds your calf muscles, gently and keeps up with his loud estatic pumps until he finally lets his head arch back, let go of your legs, pulling his cock out of you spreading his seed over your belly and bosom. Both of you stare at the ceiling as both of your breathing becomes even.

Suguru gets up from the bed and checks his watch. It is almost three in the morning. Yeah, he might just miss tomorrow which would have some grave consequences. "water?" he asks turning around finding you standing behind him. It startles him. You have cuurently taken hostage of his favorite shirt. It fits you perfectly, just a little oversized. You are still oozing with desires, he can sense it and he feels horribly guilty for doing this to you. At dawn, when you will be rested and fresh, it would all come back to you. He closes the gap in between you two, " drink some water," You hesitantly take it and finish the whole water bottle.

"i'm hungry. i should just go back to my room, freshen up and eat something." You murmur to yourself handing him the bottle. You feel estatic, lighter than usual, yet you feel each and every vein running under your skin is on fire.

"Nah! don't go, yn." Geto exclaims hugging you from the back, "This is my house, remember? you wouldn't know where to find food at this hour." He says placing a kiss on your forehead. He puts something on and tells you to freshen up before disappearing out of the room.

When he comes back, he finds you standing in front of the balcony all refreshed, dressed in a white short frock with frills. He has never taken care of someone when they are in heat. He keeps the tray full of food and stands beside you watching the stars. There is a shooting star sailing across the sky and you say, "when i was a child, i used to think that my mom and dad are gonna travel back to me, like that." A scoff and then you look at Geto. "Thanks for the food you say," before grabbing the tray full of food and sitting on divan that had an extension to use as a table. Before you start to eat, you say, "I've already drawn a bath for you. Go freshen up,"

"Yeah right."

"Oh!" you exclaim grabbing a grape, " and suguru. . ." you throw the grape to his direction and he catches with his mouth. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Geto keeps on chewing the grape knowing perfectly well what you were trying to say.

"No, I don't think so," he exclaims with a smile stretching up to his ears. is he blushing?

"cool then," you concentrate back on your food.

Standing under the shower Geto traces back his decisions. He should not have fucked you today or tried to keep you off suppressants. He never should have pursued you because now all he is filled with is nothing but the guilt of pushing you into heat. Wait, isn't that a good sign? He to never fucked an omega without them being on pills, but now that he did it was only natural that it would turn out this way. He will just ask if he can help you with it or not when he gets out of the shower. Geto hears a sharp click and he starts to feel empty like one side of an hour glass. He quickly wraps a towel, and walks into his room but he does not spot you anywhere. You were just gone. Surely, he would see you at the breakfast but at least you could have said something before leaving or could have slept with him. He would have kept you warm, comfortable and sane rather than some pills. Why didn't you think of that? Well, whatever he could just ask you tomorrow that if he can help with 'it' since he is responsible for it; going to your room now would make him seem too desperate, he does not want that. He takes his phone to text you. should he? His eyes fall on the shirt that he made you wear on the prank night and picked up his phone.

[ you forgot your dress, ] and with that he went to sleep. Tomorrow he is gonna ask about how he was he. . . and one more thing.

A few minutes later, the phone awakes; a reply came : [ no. i didn't. at least check before you say that . . . or is it that you miss me already? ]

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Would you be willing to write a chapter where Neteyam gives Kxolo a lap dance? hehehe 😏😏😏👀👀👀

Pairing: Omega Aged Up Neteyam x Alpha Male OC

Masterlist AO3

Warnings: eplicit NSFW content, omegaverse, established relationship, power imbalance, aged up characters, anal, dom/sub dynamics, stockholm syndrome, not an exhaustive list. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Important note: This drabble takes place in the future in the Ma Neteyam universe, after the first book.

A/N: Thank you for waiting so long! You'll have to be patient with my writing on this one. It felt like word choice and I were duking it out, but I had a lot of fun writing it. If you enjoy it, as always, comments reblogs and asks mean the world to me and motivates me to write more! Enjoy<3

Kxolo shifted the feathers laying across his shoulders again. Wearing the ceremonial clothing had always been an honor and one that the alpha never took lightly but right now it felt as if the material was going to suffocate him. Still, he couldn’t let the appearance of his annoyance shine through. Especially not on a day like today. His birthday.

A day where the entire clan had come together and decided to throw a festival lasting from mid afternoon until deep into the night. He knew he had Neteyam to thank for many of the details that went into such an occasion. His sweet omega had been running rampant for the past moon cycle, organizing every little surprise and delight in secret until the big day. More times than one he had found the boy huddled in the healer’s tent to speak with his cousin in hushed whispers.

Try as he might, Neteyam had been relentless in keeping every morsel of this day a surprise and truly he had to admit that it had been perfect. His favorite food, people, music and location all rolled in together in spectacular celebration.

Kxolo subconsciously ran his thumb over the new smooth leather of his knife sheath. The same one that Neteyam had woken him up with this morning as a gift. His little mate couldn’t wait another five minutes before nervously presenting the hand crafted gift. His old sheath had been completely thrown aside and forgotten in favor of this personalized one, something he knew would continue to be the case. However, before he had the chance to thank his mate properly, they were interrupted by friends already putting into play the first part of the day’s festivities

It had been a real strain to put on a wide smile and act like his closest friends weren’t being the worst cock block imaginable.

As much as he loved the effort and true love that had gone into the celebration it was also the main thing that had kept Neteyam busy and away from their hut for the majority of their days. The boy had been zipping back and forth across the village with only small kisses to give before slipping from his grip to do the next task.

The last time Neteyam had wiggled himself off of the alpha’s lap amid passionate kissing, Kxolo had been dangerously close to insisting on canceling the lavish events just so he could have his omega back for more than five minutes. However, he could never do that. Not when Neteyam looked up at him with those golden eyes that sparkled with excitement and mischief as he once again denied Kxolo’s request to be filled in on details. How was he supposed to take that away from his little love?

“Brother, I can tell that extra year has already aged you into an old man.” Pulo settled beside him on a stump, handing over another wineskin full of strong drink. The party continued forward with a blurry of crowded dancing and intoxicated youth slipping off to hide their drunkenness.

He considered going over to reprimand them, but resisted.

Let the boys have some fun. It’s a party after all.

“I fear it is this mysterious concoction from Epok that has brought me there.” Kxolo responded but took another swig regardless. Even with his experience drinking the alcoholic fermented fruit, he had to admit that this was the strongest batch Epok had made in years. He made a mental note to keep the substance away from Neteyam. No doubt the sweet boy would be toppled over within a few sips.

“Soft as a flower, you’ve become.” Pulo teased, earning him a playful jab to the ribs. “Your little omega is already running circles around you.”

Kxolo’s eyes shifted back over to where Neteyam was continuing to dance without a care. It was a good look on him. A rare sight to behold, the eldest Sully child letting himself go. So far it had been the Olo’eyktan’s favorite part of the night, especially when Neteyam rolled his hips sensually to the beat of the base drum. At some point however, the dancing had turned into such erotica that Kxolo became ever more conscious of any wandering gazes.

He knew pushing Neteyam to Vamai would come back to bite him.

“He’s been doing that for weeks.”

“Ah, I see.” Pulo mused. “Someone missing their one on one time?”

Kxolo’s eyes shot like daggers to his chuckling friend. Leave it to Pulo to tease him on his birthday without a hint of remorse. However, Kxolo couldn’t deny that he appreciated how easily Pulo could read his emotions. Many times they required little words to communicate with one another.

“Wait, does this mean you didn’t like our little surprise this morning?” Pulo let out an overdone gasp, hand placing over his heart with a feigned wounded expression. “Surely our mighty Olo’eyktan would never wish to be away from his People.”

Kxolo rolled his eyes before swinging them back to his dancing omega.

“Of course not.” Another swig of alcohol and it burned just as much as the first.

His internal pouting, however, was cut short when Neteyam stumbled over towards him. Not willing to let the opportunity, or rather omega, slip away, his arms reached out and snatched the boy onto his lap. Neteyam’s drunken giggle rang through the air as he allowed himself to be manhandled across the Olo’eyktan’s muscular thighs.

“There you are.” Kxolo drawled out along Neteyam’s ear. Pulo’s little snort was ignored as he continued to run his flat nose over the column of his mate’s throat.

“You stopped dancing.”

“I enjoyed watching.” Kxolo reviled in the way Neteyam still blushed at comments like that, even after all this time being mated. He nosed at the rising tint blossoming over his cheeks.

“You’ve liked your birthday then?” Neteyam attempted to turn his face and get a good look at the male but his alpha was already nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“Mmm very much so. It’s perfect.” The feathers magically no longer itched as he was embraced with the sweet warm scent of his love. He basked in the swirled of essence that had been oh so missed over the last few weeks.

Neteyam on the other hand apparently had decided this distraction would be the chance to grasp at the wineskin in Kxolo’s hands. The alpha just barely managed to whip it away before those small fingers could clasp around it.

“Ah ah, this one’s not for you, baby boy.” Kxolo struggled to hold in the deep chuckle at the sight of Neteyam’s pouting, scrunched up expression. It was clear the boy was already tipsy from the watered down communal alcohol. One swig would be enough to swirl him into incoherency and for sure then their night would be over. “Trust me, you don’t want it.”

To prove his point further, the open bottle was brought under Neteyam’s nose. Instantly the omega scrunched up even more and turned away. Kxolo’s laughter rumbled against the boy’s back.

“I asked Epok to make the drinks but if you don’t like-”

“It is perfect. Mawey, sweet one.”

Neteyam visibly relaxed but a hint of that mischief still shined through.

“So perfect that you won’t let me try it?” Despite Neteyam’s batting lashes and lip bite Kxolo was compelled to once again deny his request. Instead he opted to playfully nip at that trapped bottom lip. Neteyam blushed a deeper red, pushing back at his alpha’s shoulders. He was not easily swayed, instead wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and pulling him closer until the omega couldn’t escape the persistent kissing.

Contrary to Neteyam’s outraged little squeak, his tails flickered with excitement.

“I suppose here is as good a place as any, but do let me know if I should herd the children away, brother.” Pulo smirked but it was short lived as a harsh yank pulled at his braids. Pulo’s mate did not back down from his responding hiss. Resaal flashed him a cunning smirk.

“Leave them be, won’t you? Olo’eyktan is not required to let your jesting slip by, no matter how long you have known him.” Resaal scolded but it only lit a fire in Pulo’s eyes.

“I too am neither required to put up with your bossy attitude, paskalin.”

“So you think.” Resaal purred, back away when Pulo reached for her hips. With confidence bursting from the seams she gracefully lured the other alpha away from the pair, a welcome intervention in Kxolo’s opinion. He made a mental note to think twice before sending Resaal away with a scavenging party for months on end. He loved his friend, but Pulo often became restless without his mate to challenge that fire out of him.

“Sweet peace.” Kxolo sighed before diving back in to leave kisses along Neteyam’s throat.

“Wait wait, I have a surprise for you.”

“So many surprises, baby boy. You have done enough.” Kxolo leveled his voice to sound sweet and endearing but he couldn’t deny that a part of him dreaded another celebratory surprise, especially with his omega already so sweetly perched in his lap. So close to the goal and yet his own birthday seemed to be getting in the way of what he wanted most.

“You will like this one. I promise.” It was the waver in Neteyam’s voice that caught his attention. Hesitation clearly spanned over the omega’s features and it made his own tail perk in alert. “Come.” Neteyam demanded, taking the alpha’s larger hand in his own to pull him away.

Finally realizing that his wishes were about to come true, Kxolo let himself be pulled along. Excitement ramped higher as the omega began leading them towards the outskirts of the party. He did, however, not miss the way Vamai and Neteyam exchanged a secret look, the other omega nodding in response before running off to speak with the musicians.

The only thing growing faster than his curiosity was Kxolo’s lust as he abashedly watched his mate’s hips side to side with each step. It had been too long, far too long and Kxolo suddenly remembered what it was like to be an insatiable teenager again. He hadn’t so desperately yearned for physical affection from Neteyam since the first few weeks he had stolen the boy away.

It was an experience he had no desire to repeat, every day feeling like a battle as he held himself back from acting on his most carnal yearnings.

Neteyam led them deeper into the forest until they were out of sight of any clan members but the music still rippled through the trees.

When Neteyam gently pushed his shoulders down until Kxolo was sitting on a stump the alpha wasted no time in pulling his mate onto his lap and connecting their lips once more. He allowed his hands to wander greedily over the omega’s soft skin, squeezing at the plump flesh of his exposed ass.

“You are right, I do enjoy this surprise, little one.” He breathed out, barely letting their lips disconnect for a second. Neteyam on the other hand was slowly starting reel back and fumble a sentence together.

“Wait, yawne. This is not-” He gasped when Kxolo teeth sunk down on the exposed hickey lining his throat. “N-not the surprise.”

The alpha simply hummed in response, already getting to work on bringing the bruise back to its full color.

“Wait w-wait wait.” Neteyam rambled before somehow wiggling out of the alpha’s possessive grasp. Kxolo went to stand up and follow but he was gently urged to stay seated.

“Neteyam,” Kxolo drawled, voice on the edge of a deep growl.

“Just stay for a second.” Neteyam pecked his lips but that nervous demeanor had returned. Curiosity once again took the reins so Kxolo reluctantly listened to his orders. It was rare to see the boy so demanding and he was not about to scare its appearance away.

Neteyam took a steadying breath, nerves already flashing over his angelic features but the omega’s hands told another story. They skated over Kxolo shoulders and along the vibrant feathers. He was ready to bask in the touch without the barrier so Kxolo rashly shrugged the traditional attire off. For a moment he swore he could hear his father's rough voice scolding him.

An Olo’eyktan must always remember his status.

An Olo’eyktan does not carelessly toss such symbols.

His fingers twitched, tempted to place it back over his shoulders but then there were Neteyam’s small hands tracing every vein along his neck and collarbones. His father’s brash voice floated away and there was only Neteyam.

Only Neteyam.

The one person that Kxolo could truly be himself with. The only person that was able to wash away the burdens of leadership simply with his soothing presence.

His father was not here, it was only them.

Kxolo’s hands did their own exploring, marveling at the boy’s tapered waist and curved hips. Each male petted with a reverence that sung out like a silent prayer of appreciation. Although he could already feel his member straining against his restricting loincloth, Kxolo allowed himself to sink into the slow build up of the movement.

Neteyam’s hips swayed, but this time not from simple walking. Instead they whipped to the beat of the drum. In perfect accordance with the music, that beautiful form curved and rolled sensually. He had seen Neteyam dance before, especially when under the influence of strong drink, but this was different.

It was unashamed.

It was erotic.

One leg swept backwards in a drawled semicircle along the ground before placing his foot on the other side of Kxolo's thigh. Now practically straddling the alpha’s leg, Neteyam dragged his inner thighs along him. It rippled a shiver up Kxolo’s spine and when he looked up to find Neteyam blushing profusely, it only tempered another flare in his heart.

His perfect omega.

It was undoubtedly new territory for both of them. The closest thing that the couple had participated in were a few forbidden sensual dances at celebrations. Although Neteyam's nerves were ever present, the boy continued to grind and roll to the rhythm perfectly.

His smooth transitions spoke volumes of the time that Neteyam had no doubt put into practicing this specific dance. Thinking of the omega practicing such an erotic dance Kxolo knew it had Vamai’s name written all over it.

He went to rise and join his mate in this explicit dance but Neteyam shook his head once more, making the male sit down with a huff again. A flurry of emotions raged through him and when Neteyam turned the other way so he had an obstructed view of his perky backside, Kxolo swore he was on the edge of ruin.

His sultry gaze couldn’t stay away from the beautiful display before him, not with his omega’s sweet scent now evermore present than before. It infiltrated the Olo’eyktan’s senses until there was nothing left but the throbbing of his loins.

Kxolo went to pull him back towards him but this time Neteyam required little persuasion as he bent to hover his backside over his pulsating erection. Instead of sitting fully, the omega swiped his tail and ass gently over the area, creating figure eight patterns. It was a soft type of torture, the smallest touches creating an ravenous rush through him.

As he gripped those hips and watched the way bioluminescent lights bounced off of Neteyam’s swerving body, Kxolo swore this was the longest song in existence. The harder Kxolo dug his fingers into Neteyam’s flesh the higher the omega’s confidence slowly grew. Gone was the blossoming blush, now replaced with a flushed countenance and blown out pupils.

Kxolo was sure his little mate would deny it but there was surely a part of him that enjoyed torturing his alpha. It was evident in the way his eyes sparkled every time he had to refuse Kxolo’s demands to sit down fully.

He was tempted to stamp that mischievous fire out, to show what happens when naughty omegas taunt their alphas, but he let him continue. No matter how impatient and downright desperate he was becoming, the Olo’eyktan did not want to associate retribution with Neteyam’s new attitude too quickly. There was something all too satisfying about the push and pull of such interactions; not that he could let Neteyam know that.

Kxolo swore he no longer had control over his hands as they wandered over his body incessantly. It was extremely rewarding however when a sharp tug to Neteyam’s nipple had that familiar gasp rising to the surface. The omega stuttered slightly in his movements but didn’t let it deter him for long.

He was starting to question whether or not this was a surprise or a punishment when Neteyam stood back up and slipped out of his reach. The hanging crystals making up his shall worked perfectly to glisten in the moonlight and bring attention to every movement.

A mental image of ripping those beads off with his teeth came to the forefront. Of course Neteyam would be upset. He would also be upset at Kxolo messing up the intricate designs painted across his chest and thigh, but he would recover. The Olo’eyktan was willing to take the consequences in any form that it came, as long as it meant having his way with the boy finally.

It began to grade at his nerves this game of ‘you can look but you can’t touch’. At one point he swiped out to catch Neteyam’s tail but the omega tripped slightly and glared back at him.

Kxolo was on the edge of pinning the boy down when Neteyam finally sashayed back over to him. Sitting backwards on his lap and circling those sinful hips once more, Kxolo did not wait to be invited to have a taste. He bit down harshly at the back of the omega’s left shoulder.

The responding small mewl was a greater symphony than the entire song combined. It laced the contours of the drums increasing build in a perfect masterpiece.

Neteyam struggled to continue the choreographed movements as his mate’s groping became strategically calculated. Those long fingers tickled and swirled along his most sensitive and private areas, ones that only his alpha knew by heart. When a warm palm slid over the front of his loincloth to cup him, Neteyam jerked back with a little shriek.

“That is not part of the show.” He managed to quip back.

Kxolo simply chuckled, hand now slipping underneath the waistband.

“Perhaps the encore then, little one”

“Let me finish.” Neteyam whined, hips already bucking upwards on the contrary.

Kxolo’s hot breath tickled at his ears until those soft lips were tracing his right ear’s shape.

“You will finish, omega. As many times as I decide.” That dark promise sealed his fate within a breath. It was endearing to watch the way Neteyam still squirmed and insisted on getting to the end of the song, even as his small cock twitched with each stroke against it.

He would make it up to the boy later, let him do the dance to his heart’s content, but Kxolo was tired of waiting.

Even an Olo’eyktan has a limit to his patience.

“You keep trying to run off, rude little thing.”

Neteyam whimpered, muscles in his legs finally giving out as the pleasure became too much.

“Just b-been busy.” He exhaled out an exaggerated breath, finally letting the alpha dispose of his loincloth and get to work. “Wanted to make it per…ah…perfect.”

“It is perfect and so are you. Now stop trying to steal my omega away from me. Otherwise I can’t promise to always play nice.”

Neteyam started to rut up against the male’s hand in rapid motion, but all that did was rub him back against Kxolo’s member tortuously.

“Or fair.” Neteyam gritted out between clenched teeth.

Kxolo chuckled darkly before tucking his chin over Neteyam’s right shoulder, giving him the perfect view of his mate’s twitching cock in his grasp. When Neteyam began to shudder and shake, eyes clenching shut with a cry, the Olo’eyktan simply cood out mocking praises and kissed his sweaty temple.

It became ever so clear that he was not the only one wound up after so much time apart.

Neteyam’s body had become familiar terrain for the alpha. Even a shift in his scent could trigger how close his omega was to finding sweet relief. It was a fact he took advantage of quite often because there was nothing more addicting than pulling out new sounds from his mate’s lips, that is besides the feeling of Neteyam’s tight heat milking him for all he is worth.

“P-please c-can I…hmm….need to….”

“Perhaps.” Kxolo mused, placing another kiss to his shoulder blade as he sped up the pace.

“Daddy please!”

A feral grin spread over his lips.

“Cum for me.”

Neteyam followed the order almost simultaneously and when he did Kxolo gave in to his intrusive thoughts. With sharp fangs he gathered a chunk of beads and strands and ripped them away violently. The beads went flying in every which direction but now there was a no layer of protection between Neteyam’s soft skin and Kxolo’s torment.

When his fangs sunk into the supple flesh, Neteyam shook uncontrollably.

He took his time nursing and sucking at the mark until his mate was whining and trying to pry Kxolo’s hand off of his overstimulated length.

The omega’s chest heaved up and down in a rapid pace but Neteyam’s wafting scent told him everything he needed to know. It spoke of that still ever rising desire, a flame that was easily recouping to match Kxolo’s own.

“Soaked for me already.” Kxolo whispered, rolling his own hips up until Neteyam’s arousal was staining the front of his loincloth.

“Alpha…” Neteyam reached back, fingers trying to grasp onto something; anything. They found a hold on the alpha’s waistband and that was all the encouragement Kxolo needed to rip off chuck the garment away.

Were this any other night the Olo’eyktan would watch that neediness grow, appreciate every shift in Neteyam’s demeanor until his omega was so fucked out that pleas bled from his lips uncontrollably.

Tonight, however, Kxolo found himself just as insatiable. Every minute without that tight hole wrapped around him was another of the alpha’s torment. Neteyam only made matters worse as he began to rub back against him, almost as if he could find a way to slip his alpha’s cock inside of him just from grinding.

Kxolo’s hand snatched the front of Neteyam’s throat so fast it expelled all the oxygen from his lungs in a burst. Eyes rolling backwards, he rolled his head backwards to rest against the alpha’s collarbones.

“Baby boy.” He growled. Using the other hand he reached beneath them and positioned the tip just barely at Neteyam’s slick entrance. “You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?”

Eyes glistening with tears, Neteyam nodded hazily while pushing back.

Not good enough.

“Say it.”

His bulbous tip slipped just past the rim and Kxolo had to bite back a plethora of curses.

“Daddy I want to take all of your cock. Please!”

With one smooth thrust, Kxolo seated himself fully inside of the omega.

Who was he to deny such pretty pleas from his little mate?

“Great Mother, Neteyam! How did this little hole manage to get tighter?” His chest rumbled fervently and Kxolo once again felt another oral fixation coming on. The pretty marks covering Neteyam’s shoulder captivated him endlessly. Refreshing the color could never hurt.

“R-ready. Ready ready ready.” Neteyam babbled.

It was tempting to tease it out longer but Kxolo’s hips seemed to have another idea in mind as it took all of his concentration to not buck up into him. When he did, however, the result was electrifying. That clenching cavern fit him so perfectly, letting him carve out the space until there was not a doubt that this angel of a being was his.

No matter how many times they intertwined so intimately, nothing could ever erase the awe that washed over him every time Neteyam allowed him inside. The awe that they had finally made it, that they were mated and one before Eywa.

It was as if Neteyam could read his mind because he was quickly reaching back behind him to connect their neural queues hastily. As with every other time, warmth crashed through him boldly. It was the greatest satisfaction to feel his mate’s pleasure strumming through the bond, to know that he was pleasing the love of his life.

Their movements quickly became messy, spiraling out of control as Neteyam tried to rise up and down in tandem with Kxolo’s thrusts. When their lips found each other once more it was nothing but animalistic, a frenzy of urgency that neither was willing to live with. Had a clan member found them now, Kxolo was sure they would be shocked to see their naturally composed Olo’eyktan so untamed, unable to gather the slightest restraint.

That was the beauty of it.

Neteyam from the very beginning had brought out a side of him that he could express nowhere else.

Those special pieces of him belonged to his omega and his omega only.

Kxolo had to admire Neteyam’s rebounding sex drive. His fragrant essence was already tipping towards that natural burst of ecstasy quickly.

“Look at you. Already to the edge and ready for more.” Embarrassment was far from Neteyam’s mind, simply content to soak up the praise without objection. “What did I say?”

He plummeted to that special bundle of nerves and Neteyam couldn’t hold back his vibrant cry.

“As…..nahh….as many times as you decide.”

“Good boy.” Kxolo’s eyes shut on their own accord as his hips snapped upwards frantically. “Don’t hold back on me. Want that glimmering cum painting you inside and out.”

“Yes Daddy.”

If the trembling was any indication his mate was just as close to coming undone as he was. A new resolve sparked within him. The Olo’eyktan increased his efforts tenfold but then there was a small hand grasping his jaw. Neteyam’s tongues forcefully pushed its way past Kxolo’s lips and to the alpha’s surprise, claimed that area with ease. Their groans danced heatedly into the kiss until it was hard to recognize which taste was his own versus Neteyam’s.

The omega’s gummy walls squeezed around him just as Neteyam bit down on his lower lip. The pain rippled into a beautiful harmony with the height of his pleasure as they both reached peak together. Kxolo’s body took control, arms reaching out to make sure that not an inch of space could be formed between them.

Pelvis flush against the omega’s ass, warm seed painted those inner walls.

Through the bond he could track the moment Neteyam felt that primal claim. Even when Neteyam’s own release died down he was forced to ride out his alpha’s release through the bond. It shook him to the depth of his core.

Kxolo slumped forward against him, body shaking from the aftermath.

Several long moments passed with only heavy breathing to fill the silence. It was borderline painful to still be seated inside of such a tight channel but Kxolo didn’t dare to allow a gap between their bodies.

His stamina would ramp up again and once it did, he didn’t want the slightest chance of his omega teasing and running off again. Not that it would be possible in the first place. From the way Neteyam laid back against him completely limp, he figured it would be out of the question.

“I hope you aren’t too wrecked yet, baby boy.” He mocked, lips flickering up into a grin.

“As if.” Neteyam’s confidence wavered in its execution as his voice still trembled.

“Glad to hear because I know one last birthday gift you can give me.”

That perked Neteyam up, their eyes meeting finally.

“My omega all too myself.”

Neteyam’s lips parted.

“No more chores, no more late night tasks, baby boy.”

Neteyam giggled softly.

“I hope you don’t have any plans tonight or tomorrow because the only place I want to see you for the next day is in my bed.” Kxolo didn’t hold back the possessive growl lacing every word.

Their tails wrapped together until they were intertwined.

“Deal.” The omega whispered before connecting their lips in a soft kiss.

“Happy Birthday, Ma Kxolo.”

“Happy indeed.”

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Arranged Marriage [Alpha Xavier Thorpe x omega reader] - part 2 -final

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summary: As if it wasn't enough that his father never wants to hear from him the first time he does so in years is to warn him that he is trapped in an arranged marriage. Apparently she also frequented nervermore but it didn't matter, no matter who it was he would never agree to any of it.

Note: in this version link marks are permanent. I also inserted deltas but with quite a few changes, here deltas are basically omegas with stature of a beta or omega, stronger than omegas and with more authoritative personality. They still have heat, a sweet smell and usually mate with alphas, the only two deltas Nevermore will have are Wednesday and Bianca.

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"I love you" whispers Bianca.

Xavier immediately stops, his teeth already brushing against Bianca's skin but thankfully with no damage done. Being loved had always been his greatest desire so why did hearing those words bring a bile to his mouth? The memory of Y/n with tears in her eyes confessing that she loved him springs to mind...Why did Bianca's words seem so false compared to hers?

When he pulls away and looks at her delta she looks so confused but Xavier could do nothing but run out of the room with an almost inaudible "I'm sorry".

He was so confused, why had that memory surfaced at that very moment? Why had Y/n been so sincere? He had done nothing if not reject her and treat her badly then why was she saying she loved him? How could she say something like that without a single trace of lying or uncertainty?

He remembers the one time he managed to talk to his father and tried to convince him to cancel the wedding.

"I'm not canceling anything Xavier. Besides the fact that just like you she is an incredible psychic pariah, Y/n is the right omega for you and I guarantee you she is the only one who can give you everything you desire. Give the girl a chance, I know she's trying hard." - Xavier finds Ajax in the courtyard and Ajax looks extremely relieved to find him.

"Xavier where the hell have you been?!?"

"Ajax, do you know what Y/n's psychic power is?"

Ajax stops for a second to think surprised by the sudden question, Xavier never wanted to know anything about Y/n before.

"I think Enid told me about it once, she can see the color of people's souls and know who and how we are by that color, it basically allows her to read us like an open book or something like that"

Faced with Xavier's silence Ajax concludes that it would be best to take his friend to his room so that he doesn't do anything else stupid. The whole way Xavier remained in complete silence not being able to stop thinking about how her power influenced this whole situation.

She could see who he was even behind the cold and indifferent facade he used with her. Y/n knew who he was and yet she was able to love him? Could his father have foreseen this?

She truly loved him as he had always wanted to be loved and yet he treated her so poorly. She was there ready to hand him everything he ever wanted on a platter and he was such an idiot as to almost bond forever with someone he knew he didn't truly love and who didn't love him. Gods he certainly was the reincarnation of stupidity.

Luckily for him Doctor Kinbott was available for a last minute session.

Xavier takes a deep breath as he gets into Kinbott's car and faced with her expectant gaze he decides to begin.

"It's about Y/n"

"You finally want to talk about her?"

"Yes I do...she said she loves me and I know it's true"

"How do you know it's true?"

Xavier frowns at the strange question.

"Her scent changes when she lies"

Kinbott looks surprised at his statement.

"Can you tell if she is lying or not by her smell?"

Xavier nods and Kinbott thinks for a second before continuing.

"Do you know since when you can do it?"

He bites his lip, he remembered exactly the first time he noticed she was lying.

"The group was talking about parents weekend and when Enid asked her if her parents were coming she said she didn't know yet but I could tell it was a lie by the way her scent changed, her parents are just as busy as mine, they don't have time to come to a school event."

"Is there anything else about her that you can tell by her smell?"

"I think I can also tell when she is anxious or nervous in addition to happy or sad."

"Xavier have you ever been able to identify if someone was lying before by smell? Like with Bianca or Wednesday or really anyone?"

The alpha's mind goes blank, trying to remember actually he had never been able to do that with anyone before Y/n and even now he couldn't tell it on anyone else if not her. Taking his silence as a no Kinbott continues.

"Normally a person would only be able to identify when someone is happy or sad by smell and even that would be hard to notice if the person tried to hide it. Xavier the fact that you can tell even when she is lying means that even if you didn't realize it you have had extraordinary attention on her. I think you should try to understand why you give her all that attention."

Hesitating Xavier closes his eyes and takes a deep breath trying to remember what was going on inside him whenever he was near her.

When he met her he remembers really liking the way she smelled, he felt like leaning closer to feel her better and remembers thinking how cute she was.

When he went to her to tell her that his break up with Bianca was not because of her but he found her quite sleepy and still in her pajamas. He couldn't help but notice her nest in the corner of the room, it looked so comfortable and the thought of lying in it just relaxing seemed tempting. Maybe that's why he was so hard on her about how he wouldn't give her a chance.

And when she started getting closer to him? While painting, running and even at the archery club she started to be there. How he himself noticed a difference in his painting when she was there. How she never returned the sweater he lent her when it started to rain while they were running. He himself didn't touch it, he told himself he did so because he didn't want them to know he had lent her the garment but now he could see that he just expected her to put it in that comfortable nest. How he lingered and enjoyed it a little more than he should have when he helped her with the bow and arrow or how he let a small smile escape when the omega was happy to have hit the target for the first time.

Now that he thinks about it the time when she started to join him more to ward off Wednesday probably coincided with the time when she started to suspect that he would be the monster. Before that Y/n had never forced any closeness between them always respecting his decision, maybe she just wanted Wednesday to leave him alone.

When the Rave'N started to get closer and he had to get all those alphas away from her without her noticing but there was one smartass who invited her anyway and he had to intervene by deliberately interrupting to ask Y/n if she was going to lunch with the group taking her with him when she said yes. He smiled internally when the other alpha cringed as he saw he had been caught, oh how he masked all the jealousy and told himself he had only defended himself from the affront as the whole school knew they were engaged and yet another alpha dared to invite her. How he pretended not to feel relief when she turned around and said she appreciated the invitation but couldn't go with him.

Even when she asked him to the dance and he rejected her he remembers feeling something inside him scold him.

During the dance when near the end he finally noticed her on the dance floor and was mesmerized, especially with the way her neck and lips looked so soft, for a second he let himself think about what it would be like to kiss them but soon pushed the thought away.

At the end of the dance when he found her alone and took her in his arms but felt reluctant to put her down.

That night when he slept so soundly and then noticed her scent on the bed, he tried to deny it but now realized that it had been her scent calming him, making him feel safe.

All the times he had repressed himself from tucking that loose lock of her hair behind his ear. Repressed himself from smiling and kissing her forehead whenever she offered him a hair elastic because he was going to dye and had forgotten his. Or even when he suppressed himself whenever he noticed too much how beautifully her eyes sparkled.

Looking at it now it seemed so obvious, he had spent so much time running from this, trying not to feel it. So long pretending not to love the one who loves him.

With a silly but still slightly incredulous smile Xavier asks aloud "Do I love her?" Kinbott smiles "I think that's you who knows the answer"

Xavier was currently walking toward his shed, after all he had done he could not simply apologize. He had to think of something special.

His cell phone rings bringing him out of his thoughts and surprising him to see that it was his father.

"Xavier, I'll try to talk calmly but would you mind explaining to me why the hell I got a call from Y/n's mom telling me that you decided to schedule a delta?!"

"I didn't mark her"

"I know! Apparently you decided to wait for her heat to be more romantic!"

"What? No!!! I was high, I made a mistake, I almost marked Bianca and I hate to admit it but you were right, Y/n is the right omega for me so you don't have to worry I swear I will fix this"

"I won't even comment on the part about you being drugged but I really hope you work it out, luckily her mother came to talk to me first but if things aren't cleared up she will talk to her husband and you can kiss the right omega goodbye for you."

Xavier swallows dryly, now that he finally realized how he felt he was not willing to lose her "I will I promise."

"Good" and with that his father hangs up.

Xavier couldn't believe this was happening, the universe was surely punishing him for everything he did. He just wanted to go to Y/n, hug her and tell her how he felt but Wednesday showed up, brought the police and now he was under arrest.

He made a mistake in refusing Wednesday's help when she wanted to get him out of there, if only he had read Yoko's letter first...

"I know that Y/n has never been of the slightest interest to you but I thought you should know what's going on. Bianca was in our room, I saw her leave when I arrived and Y/n was very upset by what she said to you. Apparently you were with Bianca and you both decided that you would schedule her in her next heat to make it special. About an hour after this happened she went into heat it is normal for short lived ones to not know it so the nurse says it is no big deal but I am a vampire and have seen this happen. She went into heat due to extreme stress, she loves you, she can't imagine losing you and when Bianca said that it triggered this. In the old days it was more common but nowadays it is rare that anyone still has this natural defense. This heat is much stronger than any she has had before, it is pure pain accompanied by extremely high fevers because its sole purpose is to make sure she doesn't lose the alpha she so desperately wants. I am writing this because she may die. Unless you mark her the heat won't stop and I don't know how long she can hold out."

Xavier's heart squeezes, he had put his omega under so much stress and fear of losing him that he triggered a rut that could kill her. She could die because of him. He kept his breathing calm but could feel himself on the verge of a panic attack. He had thought that eventually the murders would continue, they would realize it wasn't him and he could go back to Y/n and work things out but now he doesn't have time. She needs him.

At that moment Sheriff Galpin enters the room signaling that it was time to go. The sudden entrance took him away from his thoughts but soon everything doubled back as he realized that soon there would be nothing he could do.

After being released by Thing Xavier ran as fast as he could towards the school, if what Wednesday had said was happening he had to get Y/n out of there.

After realizing that he couldn't defeat Crackstone Xavier had decided to sneak out to try to get to Y/n but Bianca caught him and forced him out to the others with her siren song.

Fortunately all ended well but the nurse refused to let Xavier see Y/n even after he argued that he was her fiancé. To his enormous luck his friends decided to wait another day before going home to help him.

While waiting for nightfall so they could start their plan he decided to go talk to Bianca to find out exactly what she had said to his omega.

Xavier almost doesn't knock before entering the delta dormitory who welcomes him with a huge smile.

"Xav-"

"What did you tell him?"

Xavier tries to keep control.

"What?"

"What did you say to my omega?"

"Your ome-"

"Y/n is in the infirmary in a rut triggered by extreme stress, I know you talked to her. Exactly what did you tell her?"

Xavier finally raises his eyes to look at delta and she swallows dryly. She had never seen the alpha like this before and it was enough to look at him now to know that if she lied and was discovered he would surely torture her in ways even worse than Wednesday could imagine.

"I told her that you came to my dorm to claim me, I omitted the part about you being drugged and changed the part where you ran away to have decided that we would wait for my heat because you wanted to mark me in a more romantic way."

Nothing he didn't already know but still he has to crouch on the floor and bring his hands to his face to try to calm himself down. Once again it was all his own foolishness' fault but he has to admit that Bianca has stepped up.

"She might die"

Xavier says as he leaves the dormitory slamming the door hard.

The plan was this, Enid offered to take care of Y/n while the nurse was away for the weekend. So they would move her nest to Xavier's room and later in the evening take her there as well with the goal that the smell might help her calm down. Fortunately all the rooms were equipped to block the smells from the inside to the outside because of the routines and heat.

Xavier was nervous but Yoko explained that everything would be fine, that heat was only meant to get her marked and would disappear quickly after that happened. Besides since the heat was specifically intended for him his reaction would be completely different from other alphas who might be tempted to mate with her by smell.

The hardest part was transporting Y/n from the infirmary to Xavier's room, to do this they wrapped several towels covered in Xavier's scent to muffle the omega's scent and had Ajax and other alphas of the Nightshades pour large amounts of her scent all over the hallway they would be walking before and after Y/n passed through to erase her traces.

To the alpha's distress he was to wait in the dormitory. It seemed like hours but when he finally opened the door and saw Y/n he could feel a great stream of tears run down his face. In a second he snatched her out of Yoko's arms whispering a "thank you" and closing the door.

He goes to her bed where he sits hugging the omega tighter against his chest. She doesn't even open her eyes emitting only small moans of pain, regret and guilt paint the young artist, he didn't deserve her and yet he was the only one who could save her. How ironic could life be?

Yoko was right, he felt no need but to claim and protect her. Taking a deep breath he tries to calm his heartbeat as he begins to lick the spot where he would bite her. He wishes he had realized it sooner and could mark her in other conditions.

A small purr begins to flow from the omega and more tears flow from Xavier's eyes, even practically unconscious her body was still reacting to his presence. With one arm wrapped around his waist and one hand gently holding his head he takes a deep breath before gritting his teeth.

He could taste blood as his teeth finally penetrate the omega's soft skin. It seems at the same time something inside him changes, a connection, a conection, he can immediately feel the bond that binds him to Y/n. It was incredible. As he licked the mark to stop the bleeding and ease the pain he couldn't stop thinking about how he almost wasted something like that on someone who neither loved nor loved him.

When the bleeding finally stops he takes her to the nest where he lies down with her.

Y/n wakes up with a throbbing pain in his head and shoulder. The last things he remembered were the conversation with Bianca, sending some messages to his crying mother, talking to Yoko and shortly after feeling extremely hot and passing out...the conversation with Bianca...

"Xavier..."

"Hm?"

Xavier questions resuming licking and kissing the mark. Y/n's eyes widen and she blushes as she realizes that Xavier was lying right behind her with his chest pressed against her back and his arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed and licked her shoulder. She wasn't even in her room, but this was her nest...Why?

Y/n tries to turn to look at him but the glimpse of a mark makes her bring her hand to her shoulder to be sure. The alpha smiles as he kisses his hand over the mark before making his way to kiss her neck and whisper in her ear.

"I love you"

The omega widens her eyes in disbelief.

"I...I died?"

Xavier lets out a small sad laugh.

"Fair enough I guess. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I was so wrapped up in anger at my father that the only time he talks to me is to decide who my mate would be that I was locking in my own feelings and couldn't even see that before you told me how you felt. I'm ashamed to say it but I'm not sure I would have understood it if you didn't say it."

The omega smiles before turning to hug him purringly. The alpha smiles and returns the hug before continuing.

"I actually went to Bianca."

"I know, your scent was on her."

He swallows dryly pulling her closer to him.

"Still no excuse but I was drugged and I never suggested anything of claiming her in a romantic way, in fact I ran away when she said she loved me and I could see how fake it sounded compared to when you said it to me."

Y/n laughs "I love you."

Xavier smiles "I know and I love you too but you haven't claimed me back yet"

"Do you want me to mark you?" she asks uncertainly.

Although it was much more common these days she could still count on her fingers the alphas claimed by omegas she has seen.

"Sure, I don't want someone coming on to me when I have a mate and fiancée" He says tilting his head to the side and exposing his neck to his mate.

Y/n smiles trying to swallow all the pride he feels as he digs his teeth into Xavier's bonding site, at that moment they can both feel that bond getting much stronger making them both gasp.

Xavier didn't know how he had gotten so lucky but he was going to make sure he was an alpha that deserves the omega he has and make up for all the pain it caused him. Starting with a real marriage proposal like she deserves, luckily for him, as usual neither of them would be going home this vacation.

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From: Kiss wa Tsugai ni Hizamazuku

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New fic! Omegaverse - A/B/O This is a very fluffy fic, where we get to see Dazai & Chuuya as parents! This is also my (likely) last omegaverse fic! (& last for now BSD fic)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Omega Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, Teenagers, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Dazai Osamu Remains with the Port Mafia (Bungou Stray Dogs), Parenthood, Happy, Light Angst, Happy Ending, time jumps, Fluff and Angst, Attempted Kidnapping, but not as it seems, Crime Fighting, Fluff Series: Part 31 of Omegaverse_Snapshots Summary:

Omegaverse - A/B/O

After mistaking labour for constipation, Dazai and Chuuya find themselves with a daughter at the age of 17

Not wanting to raise their child without help, they decide to stay and raise their daughter as a Port Mafia member...

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intolerable-sushi · 2 months

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Here something for M! Alpha and omega with F! pregnant beta

(this happens some days after they find her pregnancy)

Alpha and omega notices how beta sometimes seems feel ache when they touch her belly and in a moment they see some bruises and scratch on her belly

When alpha and omega get worry and ask her (cofdemandhercofcof) beta look a bit shy and afraid but she says that a bit after Omega found he was infertile suddenly he losed the control and was rough with her leaving the hand bruises and scratchs on her belly,that was because omega in his state after find about his infertility felt how beta was pregnant and he attacked her for instinct

(how do you think both of them, especially Omega could react)

I think there would be a lot more immediate and bigger reactions. The Omega attacking the beta would probably confirm some of the Beta's fears surrounding Omega's and Alpha's, and damage the relationships of everyone in the pack. The Omega would definitely know that the did something wrong, especially if he broke skin.

I think it probably go something like: the three of them discover that the Omega is infertile a little while after they discover the Beta is preganant. He goes of to grieve away from the Alpha and Beta. The Beta goes to comfort the Omega, and in his grief and self hatred he attacks her. The Alpha hears the Betas cries and runs to help and is able to get the Omega off with only a few scratches and bruises. There isn't much physical damage, but there is massive emotional and mental damage. The beta would probably run away to hide. She would be terrified of her own mates specifically the Omega, and it would take hours for the Alpha to cox her out of her hiding place. The Omega would ultimately end up hating himself even more and see himself as a danger to the Beta and baby. He would probably end up leaving for a while to allow the beta to feel more comfortable and less stress. The Alpha would be absolutely stressed about the situation. On one hand the Omega attack their preganant mate. She's terrified of them now and all the work they had put in to gain her trust has been lost. One the other hand the Omega is hurting and he ultimately didn't mean to hurt. The only thing he really can do is comfort the Beta, and wait for her signal on how to move forward.

They would need so much counseling.

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megachaoticstupid · 4 months

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All the things he hates

When i saw @wrathofrats's gifs where Alpha and Omega were kind to a kid in the venue, I blacked out and this fic happened. I haven't written in 6 years and English is not my firt language, so, please, don't mind mistakes or typos

Word count: 1108

He wasn’t sure when it all started, but, maybe, at the very, very beginning.

He always hated when human babies cried. They wailed like the loudest siren, demanding attention, crying because of the slightest changes in their small lives and roared when their parents left them. Especially orphans. They were constantly crying and calling for the parents they will never learn to know. And he always hated it. Kids in his pack back in hell never demanded attention, because they were always provided with that, but humans, even if they cared, couldn’t help these tiny humans, only able to cover their basic needs and provide only necessary nurture. Even in the satanic church. And the newest addition, only month old, was the loudest child he had ever heard. She cried day and night, asking for the bits of attention she could never receive in the fullest, she mourned the mother, who left her in childbirth and joined her Siblings under the Lucifer’s wing, and the father, who didn’t even know she existed. And, as Omega lived almost near the infirmary, he was going mad with her tiniest pleas until he finally snapped. In a week he was going around the abbey, as if nothing happened, finally at peace and enjoying the quiet around him. And, just like his mother did to him in his short-lived youth, he was carrying her in a bundle of cute rose-pink covers, gently nestling her in the curve of his tail.

He hated, how tiny and fragile she was, especially compared to him. Even though he knew, that amongst his kin he was considered a giant, he couldn’t help himself to be in awe at her tiny frame, making him scared to ever hurt her. And, on the contrary, she was never scared of any scratches, learning how to walk early enough for him not to babyproof Alpha’s and his quarters in time. He couldn’t even count how many times he had to kiss her boo-boos and wipe away her tears, and how many times he felt the dread when she began to fall down after a rather unsteady step.

He hated that his duty required from him to leave her with other ghouls, when he was touring with Papas. He just hated to miss out on her every achievement, her any sorrow and happiness. He had already missed her first steps and was losing more precious moments with her. Even if they sent him and Alpha all of the photos and videos, it was never enough. They missed her too much to be satiated with these tributes of their daughter. And he was always scared, that if they tour too long, she will not recognize them after a while.

He always grumbled how he hates bright colours and never agreed to put in their bedroom anything too flashy. But now, as she learned how to hold a pencil, their walls, the fridge, the nightstand - almost every surface is littered with her drawings and he lookes at them every night before they all go to bed. Bright colours no longer irritate his eyes, they soothed him, reminding him of every single moment he and his husband spend with her. He likes the little stories she puts in them, he liked the shapes her childish mind invented and he couldn’t help but laugh at some of the pictures of him, Alpha and any of Papas she made. They looked almost like a caricature, sometimes highlighting their shortcomings in such a funny way, that he always fought a fit of laughter when she showed him them. His favourite were: Alpha without his mouth, because he had scolded her a night before for eating too many candies, Papa Emeterius III performing a silly dance with the biggest smile known to mankind, him, looking like a building next to every ghoul in the picture. These ones he carried in his wallet until they were too worn out.

He hated to worry about raising her into a decent adult, waiting for her to start speaking, bringing her to various doctors the Ministry could provide. Trying all of the recipes books and hacks to help her to start talking. He blamed himself for not being a good father, for always being absent on tours and not doing well enough for her. Never doing well enough for her. Even Alpha couldn’t help to ease his worries, to soothe his worrying soul, while they tried every speech therapist they knew. And through all of these worrying visits, the source of his worries was sitting on his shoulders, pulling on his horns and giggling. The first time he heard her say the first word, he was heartbroken, talking to her via phone and being miles and miles away from her. But at least he was there for her thousands of “Daddy’s” after that.

He hated her tears when she was ill and trembling from fever and exhaustion. He couldn’t help but feel helpless, when she looked at him, pale, weak, tearing and sobbing, while doctor checked her. He felt helpless, when she refused to eat even a light soup, made for her by loving hands of someone from the pack. And he agreed to her every whim just to make her feel better, loved and cared for. These days they never left her side, too doting and scared for her health to even think about it, watching with their daughter her favourite cartoons and persuading her to eat anything.

He hated her fear of the dark and how she woke them up in the middle of the night, crying and trembling, climbing in their bed to guard herself from the imaginary monsters with the love of literal monsters of hell. Even if they found it amusing, they never told her, welcoming her in their arms and whispering reassurances that they will always protect her from any monsters.

He just hated to miss her so much, when every child in the venue reminded him of her. He hated to be apart from his daughter, always worrying for her health and well-being. He just hated to leave their home and leave her. And most of all, he hated to beg the Ministry to let Alpha and him to retire. Even if Terzo agreed immediately, the Ministry didn’t want to budge that easily. But, after all of the turmoil, bickering and arguments, they were finally allowed to rest, to spend the much-needed time with her. And he never regretted this decision, because for all of the things he hated there were a thousand more things he loved.

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extra-v1rgin · 8 months

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Tomioka was mostly sent on solitary missions. Though he was not a very aggressive alpha— in fact even his scent was muted in a more similar resemblance to a beta —his apathetic nature seemed to set off many of the other hashira. Wether it was another alpha like Uzui or Sanemi, or just a beta, all seemed equally adverse to his company. Even the few omegas within the corps didn’t hold any affection for him despite their compatible biology.

Ubuyashiki-sama was never so cruel as to completely isolate him, but since Tomioka didn’t have much care for other’s either, he was simply left to his own devices. Occasionally he (or rather his companion) could be coaxed into a joint mission. Shinobu is more friendly with him, and Rengoku is nice to everyone. Mitsuri is similar to her alpha mentor in the fact that she also is easy to get along with. In fact it’s for that reason that they don’t often meet. Giyuu’s avoidance of physical contact and any kind of typical bonding meant he practically ran at the sight of pink hair.

It was only because of her sudden injury that he was sent to the site of the demon. And though they were in close proximity (hypothetically) Giyuu hadn’t thought about the fact that he might’ve come across the younger omega.

The man had completed his task quickly, suffering only a few light injuries. None of them would be debilitating— but since dusk was nearing once more, and his crow hadn’t come with another mission, Giyuu wandered towards wherever the nearest wisteria house was. There had been a small hostel in a nearer village, though the sight of his sword had him turned away. Not willing to wander to much longer Tomioka let Kanzaburou lead him.

Hoping the bird wasn’t lost he followed his crow for several miles. Just before he decided to give up and spend the night outdoors a small house cropped up in the distance. Affixed with the familiar floral insignia, Tomioka took it as a sign to push through the gate and wait for a greeting at the door.

The civilian who welcomed him was much like all the other keepers, which was to say, relatively normal. It was an older woman with heavy laugh lines and loose hair. Her scent was sharp and tangy, clear enough that it made Giyuu’s jaw ache slightly.

She took a moment to analyze him before actually introducing herself. “I’m Watanabe Yuchi, thank you for gracing me with your company.” Her eyes softened as she stepped to the side so he could enter properly.

“We have another hashira visiting too. I’m presume you’re visiting due to her predicament?”

He could only offer a silent nod. The news of her injury had been surprising. Something bad enough to disable another pillar was foreboding enough. He didn’t know the full details of her condition, just that she couldn’t complete the assignment.

“Well, I’ll begin to prepare dinner. Mitsuri-dono is in the third room down the hall. If you’d like some time to yourself beforehand then the next room over is free as well.”

“Thank you.”

Yuchi fixed him with a very odd smile and a wink. “I hope you enjoy your stay here.”

He can tell exactly where Mitsuri is staying even without directions. Her scent has always been heavy and now is no exception.

The night is late but considering the ambiguous condition of his comrade Tomioka finds the energy to stop by her door. Knocking lightly he takes note that there’s no hint of pain, only slight distress. It makes his brow furrow. She could just be bandaged heavily enough for the smell of blood to be hidden.

The door opened slowly. Before the woman even came into view her scent leaped through the opening to announce her presence. It’s much… louder than usual, surrounding him within seconds.

“Tomioka-san?” Kanroji’s voice is a little hoarse. Her red face and damp scent might normally suggest sickness, but her large pupils mean something else.

His cheeks immediately go red. Now he understands why the details of her sudden absence weren’t disclosed. She’s in the middle of heat.

“Sorry, I thought you were injured. I can go.”

The woman is quick to push the door open more. “No don’t feel bad!” She clings to one of his sleeves for a second before releasing him. “I just meant that I really don’t mind. I feel fine for now.”

“It’s late.”

“I slept all morning!” Mitsuri lets out a little giggle that will bounce around his head for the rest of his life. The door creaks open more and her scent continues to flood his nose.

The robe she wears isn’t immodest by any means, but Giyuu can’t help but avert his eyes. Her green eyes are still boring into his face.

It takes a moment to build up the words and focus his mind but Tomioka chokes out the words, “You’re doing ok then?” Maybe he should’ve tried to excuse himself again. There’s still a small wrinkle in his sleeve from where she had grabbed it. Staring at the spot doesn’t help to clear his mind.

Immediately she starts to pout. “Not really. I’ve never spent a heat away from home.” The woman ends the sentence with a small sniff. Scrubbing at her wet eyes she tries to reassure him with a smile. “Sorry! Usually I’m able to prepare myself better.”

“That must be hard.” Giyuu only experiences his ruts every other year. Suppressants allow him to carefully plan the event. Matters like this are private, but her scent lacks any tinge of the strong smell of medication. Natural cycles happen more often and tend to be stronger. Even if Kanroji is only a day or two in it’s a miracle she’s so alert.

“At least Yuchi-san has been very nice.”

Tomioka blushes deeper as he remembers her prompting to help with Mitsuri. With his mouth dry again the man just nods.

It grows quiet again. The younger hashira doesn’t seem deterred by Giyuu’s mix of panic and typical social unawareness. She keeps staring at him with bright eyes and a warm smile.

Focusing on capturing his voice again the alpha sighs. “Have a good night.” Before he gets through the whole phrase she’s gripping his haori again.

“I said you could stay though.” Each word ends in a slight whimper.

“I did stay. It’s late now.”

Despite his best attempts it appears something about his tone was too callous. Another whimper slips out from between her lips more drawn out. Within seconds her weak grasp on his sleeve has turned into fists balled up in his shirt.Mitsuri’s legs are slightly unsteady as she leans against him. “I’ve never spent one alone Tomioka-san. Can you please just stay for a bit longer?” There’s a wavering at the end of the question. Her desperation can practically be tasted.

And Giyuu knows that if he agrees it won’t be “for a bit” even if she really does mean it that way. The more (maybe less, actually) rational part of his brain wants to say no. Mitsuri is nice, nicer than any of the other hashira, which is precisely the reason he should say no. A person like her— much less a desperate omega in heat —deserves a better companion. He hasn’t cared for anyone before, minus his first rut intertwined with Sabito.

But every time he takes the smallest breath her warm and alluring scent dives all the way into his heart. It’s sweet without being sickening. With the way she’s rubbing her cheek against his shirt the smell will stick with him even if he says no. Which he still hasn’t managed to do.

When he finally does manage to open his mouth Giyuu can only cough. He’s practically choking on her need for care. “…Sure.” The answer leaps from the back of his throat, dry and quiet.

“Oh I’m so glad!” Kanroji drags his head down so she can sniff along the edge of his collar.

Giyuu still hasn’t processed his apparent agreement. As her arms wrap around him the man’s own nose is enveloped in even more of her sweetness.

If her scent was strong in the hallway then it practically drowns him within the room. His instincts have never been particularly strong, nor does he often act on them, but the back of his mind is saying to comfort comfort comfort. Listening to the strange pull of his sixth sense (and the soft tugging of Mitsuri who is still clinging to his side) Giyuu wanders towards her nest. He only needs to hover on the boundary of the bedding for a mere moment before she pulls him into it. Not all the blankets and pillows are saturated with her smell, still holding the light perfumed smell of fresh laundry. The alpha tries to focus on that as opposed to her scent that makes him go slightly dizzy.

“What do you need from me?” The question should’ve been asked earlier. She’s right on the cusp of true adulthood, might already be there already. His blood rushes southward, but not too quickly. It only makes his twitch slightly.

She wraps a warm arm around his neck. “I just like to cuddle. And someone to bring me meals. I know I usually have a ravenous appetite, but sometimes I get so tired I forget to eat.” Tomioka is tugged down further into the sheets. “But you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

It takes a moment to find his tongue. “I’ve never helped anyone before. I mean, my sister was there sometimes.” He doesn’t know why he adds that part. “But she was engaged, and I was too young anyways.” The man hasn’t ever felt like a bad alpha before. He doesn’t care much for things like that. Right now though red rises up to his ears.

Hot fingers wipe over the warmth gathering at his scent glands. “That’s fine.” She’s still smiling when she should be asking him to leave. Mitsuri would say it politely even though he should be scruffed and dragged out like an unruly pup. “You give what you can.”

She continues to prod at his scent glands. He’s never been more aware of how he smells. Even if his own signature is somewhat lacking it doesn’t clash much with Mitsuri’s. He gives a few cautionary sniffs, below her glands around her collarbones. Though the woman is making herself well acquainted with his neck Giyuu isn’t sure he could do the same. Breathing alone makes him nearly choke. It wouldn’t be a horrible way to die.

“Can I show you?”

Giyuu cocks his head.

“Your arms are too stiff.” She flips their positions to push him into the sheets. Nudging his head upward she finds a place to rest her cheek on his shoulder. Her bangs are tickling his chin.

Nudging his arm upward Tomioka hesitantly curls it around her back. A small rumble builds in her chest that morphs into a quiet purr. When his fingers continue to skim over her skin more of the gentle noises fall from her lips. Almost hypnotized he continues the circular motions.

Within mere moments her eyes are slipping closed. Tomioka can’t shake his stiffness quite yet. Despite all of Kanroji’s softness he’s far too aware of the precarious situation. He stays awake for far longer than he should, but eventually the gentle sheets and late hour convince his eyes to shut.

—-

Tomioka wakes up still in his uniform. The top few buttons of his shirt have been undone. There’s no question of where Mitsuri is. With his scent glands exposed she’s dug her nose right into his neck. Her breath pushes against his pulse point.

He’s never slept in a nest before, never even seen one made. There might be fuzzy memories of his sister wrapping him up in piles of blankets, but he can’t bring them into focus. Everything is still soft around the edges even in real life. He can feel his arm pinned underneath her body. The other is free and Giyuu attempt to use it to worm out the rest of his body is mostly unsuccessful. With his arm and leg slowly going numb he shifts strategies.

Pulling her fully on to him the woman’s weight is more evenly distributed. Pushing himself up he bears her weight and lies her back onto the futon. She attempts to grip his shirt and thankfully her usual strength is weakened with sleep.

Free from her hold he darts into the bathroom. The smell isn’t so strong there. Generally the warmth is lesser too, though heat still buzzes underneath his skin. Tomioka is typically unaffected by the scents of others. It seems he hadn’t considered that something as strong as a heat could affect him so strongly. Even as he tries to go about a typical morning routine the glands on his neck are throbbing. The strands of hair the gather around his shoulders are more irritating than usual.

After going about his business and feeling somewhat presentable despite his plans to do almost nothing, he bumps into Mitsuri right outside the connecting door.

“Where were you?” Her voice is lined with a whine again.

Giyuu looks back at the door behind him. The bathroom is of course a dead end. He’s not sure if the woman is usually this air-headed.

“The restroom.”

“You should’ve woken me up.”

He stares at her for another moment. “I’ll warn you next time.” Naturally a hand raises to pass over her head. The action is smooth even with the strange unfamiliarity. Pink braids have become undone to flow into long waving hair that’s much easier to run his fingers through.

It placated her for the moment as she guides him back to the nest. There’s a large tray above the futon, filled with fruit and porridge and a few unfamiliar desserts. “Yuchi-san brought it for us! She’s so nice and makes the best foods. You won’t need to worry about lunch or dinner either.”

As they sink into the blankets she’s already pressing berries against his lips. “There’s a farm nearby I think! Everything is so sweet.”

“You should eat first.” He speaks around the food and tries to reject another treat. Juice is already staining his chin.

When she frowns Giyuu is quick to redirect the chocolate towards her own mouth. As soon as the sweet touches Mitsuri’s lips the thought evaporates. He forces several drinks down her throat until she complains loud enough to turn him away. The man settles for the scraps left behind. They’re just as delicious as the full meal and do their job to fill him up.

Afterwards Mitsuri pulls him deeper into the nest and tucks herself against his side.

—-

After the first few nights Mitsuri slowly relies more on her hindbrain. Words are exchanged for simple tugs and grunted noises. Everytime Giyuu has to pull away to grab food or relieve himself the omega lets out small whines until he gets back.

Though leaving the nest is uncomfortable it seems she cares for Giyuu’s presence more. The man has managed to keep some of his privacy, but a shadow always signals Kanroji waiting nearby. As soon as he comes back into view she goes back to clinging to his arm and rubbing against his side. He doesn’t particularly mind her clinging, but it’s as unfamiliar to him as everything else.

It pulls him into the role of alpha eventually. When she noses his scent gland he moves to curl around her without even thinking. Tomioka happily stimulates Mitsuri’s spots too. At first he starts with her wrists, rubbing them against his own. When her tongue caresses his neck the man is compelled to echo the movement below her palm. Somehow he becomes comfortable letting his own tongue run over her skin. She’s completely at ease, even when Giyuu’s clumsiness means his teeth sometimes skim over the sensitive spots. Kanroji only lets out small gasps of air but it makes his whole body shudder each time.

Despite his bold reactions to each soft noise the woman makes Giyuu isn’t bothered by her body much anymore. None of her nudity is purposeful, but the robe she wears is often loose. At first he’d tighten it discreetly, or in her sleep. After a dozen failed attempts he decided to try to keep his eyes above her collarbones. It’s not foolproof, but she tends to only flash him once a day.

Yuchi leaves Tomioka his own robe, which he’s glad to exchange his uniform for. As soon as he strips off the old clothes Kanroji nabs them to tuck into the blankets. He tries not to wilt at the thought of his dirt covered clothes being lumped in with fresh sheets.

Being a demon slayer means he’s not completely discomforted by nudity. Shinobu has stripped him down to clean wounds and long missions leave him changing in front of his companions often. He doesn’t hide from Mitsuri but her staring is a little unnerving. Her pupils are wide enough that he might not even be in focus.

The moment passes soon enough. The omega drags him into the nest as soon as his feet brush against the blankets. “You smell like soap now.” She’s a little disgruntled when she says it.

“I probably smell gross.” Somehow his tongue has loosened quite a bit. When a prompt is given that brushes against one of his thoughts it slips out his lips.

When he curls against her, Kanroji pulls his clothing forward and rubs it stubbornly against her own. Her wrists roll over the cotton too. The woman has no care for the way she’s practically stripping Giyuu again. He doesn’t stop her until she attempts to pull his tie open. Instead he guides her hands to settle around his neck. Once she’s fallen back into their usual position Kanroji settles down again.

While his unbuttoned uniform wasn’t as constricting the loose robe certainly offered more room. Tomioka’s neck is nearly being attacked. With his scent glad all exposed and swollen it draws her mouth in like a magnet. Where she only exchanged scents before Mitsuri now goes over the area with her tongue. The soft muscle soothes inflamed skin only for quick teeth to prick it again. It’s stimulating in so many ways. Overall the alpha finds himself letting out quick breaths and odd jerks. Kanroji settles her weight on him until the man stills, resigned to his fate. It’s not as bad now with her on top of him. The heavy feeling helps drag his bones into the sheets rather than hopping upwards. He’s glad that even now he can control his breathing, forcing blood away from his dick.

But once the feeling of a woman on top of him fades to something less sinister he can revel in the sensations. Her tongue is smooth over his glands. She gets into a rhythm of soaking up the smell and then covering it with her own scent. Switching to the other side of his neck Giyuu lets her continue as he pulls his fingers through her hair. Every few minutes the man brushes against Mitsuri’s glands. They’re just as swollen as his own. Though he doesn’t have the gall to use his tongue he tries to relieve some of the pressure by massaging the area. Her smell pulses through the room, overtaking all his senses. He can’t remember smelling anyone this closely. Every bit of her is clear. Tomioka can practically taste the chocolate he fed her a few days ago. Her shampoo brushes up against his nose.

—-

It’s a bit embarrassing the next day when Yachi checks in on them and Kanroji is still crouched over his chest. The woman squeaks like she’s caught the pair in the middle of sex. Mitsuri has enough sense to roll off of him, but that doesn’t improve much. His neck is covered in a myriad of hickies. The alpha’s scent glands have turned into two big purple bruises.

When she squeaks out and leaves Mitsuri murmurs out an apology. It doesn’t do much when only Giyuu can hear it, but it might be directed towards him as well. In further remorse she tries to send another gentle lick his way.

With a hiss that might be too harsh Tomioka fends her off. The stimulation was nice, but now the area is far too sensitive and drained. He’ll probably need to wear patches under his uniform for the next week.

“S-sorry!” she stutters out again. “Was I too rough? Usually my siblings only let me get one or two licks.”

“Oh I’m not sure. I’ve never been groomed before.”

“Huh? I have to keep going then! It’s the best thing in the world isn’t it? But don’t worry, I’ll just fix your hair or you can do my neck- but I guess grooming someone else isn’t the same…”

“It’s fine.” He tries to wrestle her into silence. “I’m hungry. I think Watanabe-san left the food outside.”

“Ok! Don’t take too long.” The moment he’s left her grasp Mitsuri squirms around to find his shirt that was long discarded. Buried into the dirty fabric she waits for him to return. Though he’s gone for only a moment she’s waiting eagerly.

“You seem more awake now, than last night or even this morning.” She doesn’t crush him when he returns. Instead clinging to him with a normal amount of strength.

He can’t tell if she’s trying to make a joke or not. Giyuu attempts a subtle smile which is vaguely successful is providing whatever response she wanted. “I think you’re the one who’s more awake.” He’s not sure whether he means it to poke fun or as a simple statement. Can it be both?

“Huh?! Are you saying I’m lazy? You shouldn’t make fun of someone in my situation.” Despite the whining words she continues to hide behind his arm and attempt to grow closer than she already is.

—-

Once Kanroji can be pried away from the next for more than a bathroom break Tomioka tentatively brings up the idea of a bath. A week of being attached to her side means his own body is in a similar state of filth. While he’s been dirtier, musk and sweat and body oil has built up over him skin. The man’s hair is limp and shiny enough to look like it actually is wet.

Mitsuri’s hair is rather tangled outside of it’s braids. They haven’t done more than run fingers through it. The long tresses have become more like strands of overcooked spaghetti. Maybe the green leans more towards snakes, like Medusa.

She agrees but when Tomioka stands the woman’s arms stay wrapped around his neck, making it clear he won’t get much more alone time. With the need to be refreshed defeating the need for privacy he carries her to the bathroom.

As they both strip down Giyuu tries not to stare. Mitsuri isn’t shy. She doesn’t quite stare, but her eyes aren’t avoidant. The man probably has less to offer. He can’t imagine purple bruises and old scars are much of a sight. And he has no more muscle than most other slayers.

Mitsuri is beautiful by any means. Her wide hips are notable by purely biological standards. The insides of her thighs shine with slick. It’s a sign of what’s to come within the next year or so. A true heat is far away enough that it hasn’t crept into her scent yet.

What really makes her beautiful is everything unbiological. The strange tint of her hair that fades to match her eyes. (He wonders if her eyes were originally that hue, or if they changed along with her locks.) Kanroji’s cheerful demeanor and friendly nature can capture almost anyone’s affection. Even Shinazugawa grumbles less when she smiles at him.

When he bends down to take off his socks soft hands skim over his spine. He nearly jumps out of his skin. It pushes a laugh out of the woman. She repeats the motion a few times until he bucks her off and straightens out again.

Tomioka holds her hand while the omega steps into the bath. It’s like a sort of dance. When she settles in Giyuu hesitates. Her invitation doesn’t soothe any of his insecurities.

Her hand doesn’t slip from his even when his own grip falters. She tugs on the very tip of his fingers. It tempts him to step in beside her.

The water is pleasant. Though he hasn’t done much more than lie around for the past few days there’s still layers of sweat and dead skin to scrape off.

Before she can insist on scrubbing his back first Giyuu has already swiped the sponge from the counter. Just because he’s not as intoxicated as before doesn’t mean the voice in the back of his head has stopped whispering.

He moves over her skin easily. The sheen of sweat is replaced by a pink glow from the heat. Tomioka is surprised by the amount of scars covering her skin. They become more bold in contrast to her flushed back. At some places they match his own scars. He moves over them with reverence. It spreads out like a map between his fingers.

Moving lower he scrubs her thighs. The scars there are much more sparse. They intertwine with stretch marks to curl around her legs. Her scent glands lie a little too high for him to clean, at least comfortably. Instead he passes the sponge to her and settles against her shoulder.

By the time she’s done the water is already growing lukewarm. It’s not as bothersome considering their high body temperatures, but Mitsuri is decidedly done trying to be alert. Giyuu takes time to clean himself while the omega leans against the tub and tries to stay close to him. The alpha is less hesitant about prying her away from his skin, especially when she moves with his insistence instead of continuing to grab onto him.

“Alright I’m done.” Tomioka isn’t particularly fond of soaking pointlessly. Leaping out of the tub it’s no surprise when Kanroji hops out afterwards despite her shivering.

He passes over a few towels so she can wrap herself up properly. She makes what could almost be a faux nest with all of the material. The material of the bathroom is hard, but she curls up against the cold tile happily in the bundle.

Tomioka only needs one towel to rub down he body. Efficiently he pins his hair up while it continues drip down his neck. Pulling his robe back on he waits patiently at the edge of the door while Mitsuri sluggishly moves upwards.

While she hasn’t regresses into her former state of hindbrain, the omega has fallen into a near sleep with the humid air and luxurious towels. He has to help pin up her locks, but it’s understandable she needs help with the sheer volume of it.

She purrs louder than ever when his hands graze her neck simply by mistake. He can’t manage more than a plain bun. Of course she compliments the style regardless. “You’re so impressive Giyuu! I didn’t realize you could do hair at all! I guess it makes sense since your own is so long. Why is that?”

“It’s just always been that way.” As a child he’d always been jealous of his sister’s long locks. Tsutako used to comb it out while he watched the way it dropped past her waist.

She frowns a bit, like she knows it’s not the full truth, but doesn’t pressure him more. “Well it’s so pretty! I used to dye my hair black but then Kyojuro-san said he liked the natural color better. His is pretty too, with all the red and gold. I like natural colors like yours still!”

“Thanks.”

“Oh I hope you didn’t take any offense. I really do like it! It’s not black black y’know? There’s a blue undertone it’s really subtle but-“

“It’s fine Kanroji. I don’t care for things like that.”

She attempts to hug the alpha, and he quickly sidesteps the attempt. Still nude he avoids the sight of her breasts and offers up one of the robes.

“Wow thanks! It’s cold isn’t it?” The bath has really rejuvenated her. While he prompts her to finally make it back to their proper nest she follows cheerfully.

It’s surprising when Tomioka is the first to crawl into the sheets. He finds the scents and textures as appealing as the omega who made it does. While it’s not necessarily a clean environment it’s more mess than filth.

Without even thinking he beckons Mitsuri into his arms. It’s clear within the next two or three days she’ll be cleared to go back out onto the field. Giyuu himself still feels a little heady on pheromones. The woman fits naturally into his hold. Once again she peels open his robe to sit closer to his chest.

“Thanks for helping out Giyuu! You’re so nice. We should do this next time too. Or during your ruts!”

“I’ll think about it.” There’s some sort of smile in his voice but Tomioka can’t tell if he feels tortured or not at the idea of a next time.

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