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Harringrove Feed Back Fest Some of My favs form AO3

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Kill Me With Your Smile by CeruleanHeart

Secret Admirer trope and it’s just so sweet!

Steve thinks he's got a secret admirer who leaves gifts in his school locker.

Billy's tells himself he doesn't have a bad conscience. But what he definitely does have is an addiction for a certain pretty boy's smile.

This One Omega Town by Myth_Maker

The ABO fics that got me to start writing in this fandom in the first place!

Steve presented as the only omega in Hawkins at the age of nine. He meets his first alpha eight years later.

"It's pretty obvious you're the only non-beta in this town,” Hargrove said, ushering him back to the couch. “No omegas to learn from and no alphas to interact it. And it's not like anyone gets close to you, anyway. Not even during practice -- your classmates don't know what to do with you. Or your teachers, for that matter.”

The Newly Added Calmness by aspartaeme

In which Steve is everyone who has ever been attracted to someone with a really good beard.

Steve has spent the last three weeks soaking through his underwear thinking about Billy's beard, and that was before he even saw the thing, and he's currently sporting a particularly persistent hard-on that seems intent to make all his decisions for him, so he really can't be blamed when he opens his mouth and -

‘I mean, I'd really like to know how it feels like against my ass.’

He hears a choking sound coming from the back room. He needs to remind himself to kill Robin later. If he survives this.

Scoops by itscrybabyharrington (icanspelliero)

Billy 100% would fuck Steve with his own ice cream scoop!

Steve presses his face against the cool lid of the ice cream freezer, watching the metal fog up with each gasp that slips from his mouth. It feels good against his overheated skin, a contrast to the solid wall of heat that is Billy pressed up behind him, fucking into him with enough force Steve finds himself lifting up on his tippy toes trying to squirm away.

Billy fucks Steve with an ice cream scoop.

Mother Duck by Shadower01

I am never going to be over this story, it just warms my heart.

Steve finds some duck eggs and becomes a mom to even more kids.

Thicker Than Blood by Doodsxd

Billy becoming part of the pack without realizing it and just being generally protective.

“Trick you into what?” He was losing his patience. “Where is Max? Is she hurt?”

“Dustin, look at him. His canines aren’t out, his pupils aren’t dilated, he’s not posturing.” He tried to argue with the other boy. “You can’t…” Harrington held Dustin’s bat for a second, stopping him from charging. “You can’t smell her?”

Billy narrowed his eyes, trying to understand it. “I only smell distress.” He said. “I was home and suddenly I had this urge to come here. I know she’s in here, Harrington, is she hurt?”

Broke a Finger Knockin’ on Your Bedroom Door by elysiumwits

Steve sending his panty pic to the wrong person but it all turns out great.

Steve tries to send a risque picture to Robin to fulfill a bet, and accidentally sends it to Billy instead. There are consequences. Sexy, sexy consequences.

"I sent it to someone else!" Steve thrusts the phone at her, bats her hand with it until she uncovers her eyes and snatches it from him, pointedly looking up and very much away from Steve.

At least, until she sees who he sent it to. "Oh my god, you sent it to Hargrove?"

Thanks Phyllis by Corvin

They do things out of order but they get there in the end.

Steve wants to start a family and asks Billy for help. What was supposed to be a purely professional exchange turns a lot more intimate than he expected.

The Love You Build Your House Around by eternalgoldfish

Wishbabies might be my favorite trope that I didn’t know about before I got into this fandom.

“This is a baby,” Dustin said, hoisting the car seat in the air.

Steve gaped. “Who the fuck trusted you with a baby?”

“They didn’t, Steven. Who the fuck would trust me with a baby? It was just here!”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve said, snatching the seat from Dustin’s grubby fingers. “Don’t fucking shake it, you’ll hurt it.”

“It’s obviously a wishbaby,” Dustin said. Which was, in fact, not obvious.

Or, Steve finds a baby on his porch and Billy Hargrove is real fucking weird about it.

‘Kiss Me’ Red by Strawberry_Sweetheart

Steve exploring makeup with some misunderstandings it all works out in the end.

Steve Harrington has always liked pretty little things.

He’s always been fascinated with the tiny jewels and trinkets his mother had on her vanity: glass perfume bottles that smelled sweet and flowery and so much more different than his Dad’s cologne, shiny gold tubes of lipstick, pallets of shimmery shadows and vibrant colors, and tiny bottles of nail varnish.

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Yes, Steve likes to wear makeup. No, he doesn't give a fuck about what people think.

Or rather: Steve learns not to give a fuck.

Nancy’s Teddy Bear by StevesKhakis (Orphan_account)

Poor Barb, she didn’t sign up for this and neither did that teddy bear. oof

“You’ll learn,” Billy tells him, stroking himself eagerly as he gets closer, “Or you’ll gag,” He sneers meanly, “Either way, get on your knees and open that pretty mouth, yeah?”

Or, the one in which Nancy's parents go out of town for the weekend and Nancy decides to throw a house party and of course, Billy has to go and corrupt everyone.

Spring Fever by Red_Crate

Werewolf Billy getting all up in Steve’s space during a pickup game. klh;

They've been playing for maybe five minutes, but Billy can feel the exertion in his muscles, a warm burn that feels good. The full moon is in three days. He's got more energy than he knows what to do with, might go running in the woods once the sun goes down.

He likes hunting.

Knock Me the Fuck OUt (I Dare ya, Babe) by Sure sure (getoffmysheets)

Teacher Steve! A trope thats to cute not ot love and they wrote it so well.

"What's your teacher's name?"

"He's Mister H!"

Break Up With Your Girlfriend (‘cause I’m Bored) by thecopperkid

It starts with them just trying to get Steve off of Nancy with a secret admirer scam but it ends with him getting a boyfriend anyways.

@umissedconnections: Bambi eyes. m4m. i was rippin cigs in the sae p-lot. u made urself puke 2 make room 4 more beer. incredible? ur my hero PLS say ur into guys

Steve finds he has a secret admirer who's continuously hitting on him via his university's Missed Connections Twitter account. // Tommy and Billy are the worst roommates ever.

Treasure of the Seas by HeckinaHandbasket

It’s ABO with pirates! I don’t usually read anything set in the past but boy am I glad I read this one.

Billy lifted his clean-shaven chin with the tip of his sword, admiring the way the bruise on his cheek brought out his eyes, blood staining his lips like a harlot’s rouge. He was damn pretty, for a Beta.

“What say you, Captain Harrington? Do you surrender your ship and crew?”

Captain Harrington’s eyes narrowed, jaw firming as he held steady on his knees, refusing to lean away from Billy’s sword. It made something queer tighten low in Billy’s stomach to watch him hold strong.

Trashy Billy By Yikes_Writes

A series about drug dealer Billy and Steve trading sexual favors for drugs and sliding into a relationship. This is one of my fav series by Yikes.

Billy's a drug dealer. Steve wants weed.

Based loosely on the John Mulaney quote:

"Eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs."

#harringrove #harringrove rec list #jellyghostrec

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all1e23 · 4 years

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Honey & Whiskey [Pt.1]

Pairings: Alpha!Billy Russo x Omega! Reader

Summary: Falling was sweeter than honey and warm as whiskey.

Warnings: None for this chapter. Typical A/B/O dynamics.

A/N: I know I am your dealer for soft Bucky but I’m trying out some new product. Soft Billy Russo. Just take a little taste. I promise It’s worth it. This is largely a self-indulgent fic and also for my beautiful beta @moonbeambucky. If you like it write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me.

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though! Thanks!****

You heard his car in the driveway before you caught the sound of the front door. This probably wasn’t the way to handle something like this. Prominent families didn’t behave like this. They didn’t cause a scene, and they certainly didn’t question a match this good. It was hard enough to find an Alpha that came from a good family, but one who wasn’t a complete knothead and genuinely cared for you? That was next to impossible. You managed to find that one in a million, and here you were pulling a stunt like this.

When you were a little girl, you read stories about the princess finding her prince, being saved from the tower, and living happily ever after in a big castle. So, you waited for your very own to come. You waited and waited by your window, but your prince never showed. You stayed locked in your tower with no sign of a savior. As you became older, you realized you didn’t want to be rescued, taken from one dungeon, and moved to another. You could take care of yourself without an Alpha there to defend your heart and fight the evil queen on your behalf.

Turned out you could handle her on all on your own.

Then you met James one evening at a friend’s wedding. He was sweet. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a charming crooked smile. He offered to buy you a drink and didn’t flinch when you reciprocated with the second. It was easy with James right from the start, and your parents were thrilled. They were simply over the moon. He came from a long line of senators, and his family were members at the club where your father plays golf. Everything was perfect. It was all working out the way it was supposed to, and in one short week, you would be married and bonded to James.

In the two years you’ve spent together, James has done everything he could to make you happy, not once has he abused his authority over you or made you feel as if you were less than him as his Omega. James has never given you a reason to fear him. Everything on the surface was perfect, but if you looked close, the cracks were easy to spot. Your heart had never had cause to race when he was near, and you never did learn what it would feel like to go weak from his touch.

It was doubtful you would ever know what it would be like to tremble from the brush of your Alpha’s fingertips. The odds you would find that love in this lifetime were slim, but if you stayed where you were, there would be no chance.

“Uh, Y/n…’ James stopped in the doorway to your shared bedroom and looked fairly amused, albeit confused by your attire. “What’s going on? Isn’t this bad luck?”

You glanced down at your wedding dress and grimaced. It wasn’t that the dress wasn’t beautiful, it was. It wasn’t you, though. It was huge for starters. Your mother had insisted this was the one from the moment it graced your frame. The skirt was so large you weren’t sure you would make it into the limo Saturday morning, and the bodice and lace sleeves were covered in so many crystals it felt like you were carrying an extra thirty pounds of glitter. This wasn’t the dress you pictured when you spent your days playing princesses in your bedroom, and all of this felt wrong.

You looked back up at your fiance, who was by your side in an instant when he saw fresh tears falling down your cheeks. James quickly wiped them away with only his thumbs. No tender kisses brushed them away, his touch was gentle but not in a way that soothed the restlessness in your soul.

“Do you feel something seeing me in this? I mean, really feel something? Because I don’t feel anything when I put it on. I’ve been trying so hard to feel something, anything but... I don't."

James tossed his keys on the dresser and stuffed his hands in his pockets now that he realized what this was. It wasn’t a simple case of cold feet or some cute moment you were going to bring up at the rehearsal for a quick laugh during toasts. He didn’t look mad, he was disconcerted, and you couldn’t blame him for that.

You didn’t fully understand why yourself, so you couldn’t expect him to.

“Okay. What is this, baby? What’s going on?”

As good and kind as James was, it wasn’t there.

“I’m not in love, and I don’t think you are either.”

The confirmation you needed flashed in his eyes. He didn’t feel it either. You stepped forward and held your hands out for his. James placed his hands in your hands without any hesitation, his fingers tightened around yours the longer the silence stretched between you. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when his eyes opened again, there was something different about them. They were filled with acceptance and a little bit of relief you knew he wouldn’t want you to see.

“I do love you, and I would take care of you,” James offered as if he was giving you one last opportunity to change your mind. One more chance to do the right thing.

You kissed his cheek and pulled your hand back from his hold, leaving the three-carat oval cut diamond resting in his palm. People lived that lie every day. Your parents, James’s parents, and you wouldn’t be surprised to find out it was the foundation on which most of the marriages you knew were born. Its prevalence among your social status was hefty and typical, but that wouldn’t be fair to either of you.

It wasn't a lie you could spend the rest of your life telling.

“I know, but I want more than that. I want to feel it.”

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“Okay, May. I am out of here,” You chirped. It had been a long, exhausting day. You worked a double shift after one of the other waitresses, an Omega, called out claiming she was in heat, but this was her third heat in four months. It was entirely possible that she was being truthful and not using her designation to get extra days off so she could play house with that Beta she’s been dating since Halloween. Maybe she was a medical marvel, and her heats really did come three times as often as every other Omega on the planet.

All you knew for certain? Your bed was calling your name, and you could not wait to get out of this diner.

“The rush seems to have died down, and I am dead on my feet, so I’m leaving before we get the late dinner crowd, and you beg me to stay.”

“Yeah, yeah. Always complaining,” May teased with a grin and a motherly gleam in her eye. “Take your cut from the tips, and then I want you to eat and get some sleep. You can come in for the dinner shift tomorrow.”

“You gonna clear that with Roger?”

May rolled her eyes at the mention of your boss; Alpha and every bit the knothead prick.

“I’ll deal with him. Don’t you worry about it.”

"Hey, Y/n.” You glanced at Karen, who had a taunting smirk making her pale cheeks flush, she was pointing to the far back of the diner with her order pad, and she mocked with a teasing grin, “Look who it is! Your boy arrived just in time to see you off."

Your eyes followed her bright purple pen, and your knees went weak the moment you laid eyes on him. You didn’t know he was coming tonight. It’s been four days since you last saw his pretty face (not that you were counting or anything!), and you hadn’t realized how much you missed him until that moment. The handsome, dark-haired Alpha was sitting at one of your usual tables and looked uneasy, his leg was bouncing up and down at a vigorous pace, his dark blue hoodie pulled up over his head, and he was wringing his hands together as he scanned the small diner for you -- what you hoped was for you anyway.

"Don't get any ideas about that, Alpha." May Parker huffed.

The older Omega was a little cynical from the cards life had dealt her, and from the second you showed up looking for a job, she took it upon herself to look after you the way a mother would. It wasn't as if your mother had any interest in your life at the moment, not after you embarrassed her and left a black smear on your family’s name. A mark didn’t suffice for the choices you made. Your actions affected everyone in the family, bled onto the very fabric your ancestors stitched together, and made a tear that thread and needle could never mend. Apparently, you should have married even though you weren’t in love and simply found a way to fall in love with James after vows and rings were exchanged.

At least May understood your choice, and you couldn’t blame her for the fire in her eyes and the ice in her touch when it comes to Alphas; life had not been kind to her. Despite losing her true mate at a young age, only to end up with a sad stand-in for the man she lost. He abused his designation and using it to control her and her son. It took years to rid herself of him, but she built a nice life without him. She obtained assistance from an Omega Shelter, went through therapy to break their bond, and even bought a place of her own. Even after all the good that has come over the last seven years, the clouded memories have left her jaded and wary.

"You need to find someone that will take care of you, and he's not it. You stay away from Billy Russo, you hear me? He's not a good Alpha. I’ve known him longer than you have.”

That was true. You’ve only been in the city for eight months and working at Sunrise Diner for seven. Billy was a customer long before you came around, but according to Karen, he would pick up an order to go, barely spoke to anyone, and never tried to get a table. May didn’t know him any better than you did. It wasn’t as if they had some long-standing relationship or history. You were grateful for the advice, but you could make your own judgments.

You’ve let someone else be your eyes and voice for far too long, and you weren’t about to allow yourself to repeat past mistakes.

Billy finally found you standing behind the counter, and the second your eyes locked his own lit up, his legs settled, and the smile on his face just about knocked you over. Your smile widened as you stared at each other for what felt like ages.

"Y/n, are you listening to me?” May snapped her fingers in front of your face, forcing your eyes to focus on her. “He's trouble. Ex-marine with more issues than one person can handle."

You tossed your apron under the register in the black bin that held all the dirty smocks for the night. You glanced at your reflection in the silver napkin holder, resting in the order window and swore under your breath. Your hair’s frayed and sticking out every which way, and your lip gloss faded the first hour into your shift. It was too late to do anything about that now. Not with May watching your every move and Billy sitting so close, his eyes trained on you now that he found you.

Having Billy watch you fix your lipstick because he came in would be an embarrassment you wouldn’t survive.

"That's why he should have someone he can lean on. We are friends. I have a feeling he needs someone that won’t judge him for a past he can’t change.”

"Trouble,” May huffed. “You're asking for trouble."

You practically skipped over to the table Billy sat at. Same one as always. The booth at the far back of the bright restaurant where he had a view of the bathrooms and the front door. He always sat with his back against the wall, and every few minutes, his eyes wandered over to the exit door on his right. You didn’t know what happened, but you knew it was enough to keep him on edge at all times.

"Hey, Stranger."

Billy's near-black eyes looked brighter now that you’re near, and he gave you that toothy grin that made your stomach flip.

"Hey, sunshine.”

Sunshine.

Billy has called you that from the moment you met, you weren’t sure why, but it made your heart race every time it rolled off his tongue. You have to admit you didn’t hate the feeling.

"You haven't been in for a few days. I was starting to think the mac and cheese scared you off."

That wasn’t really true. Though, you did question the state of the mac and cheese on a regular basis. The way the noodles all stuck together in that round ball wasn’t natural. This was more about you than sticky elbow pasta goop. You were slightly worried that he may have started seeing an Omega and would no longer be coming by for these late-night visits. Not that it was any of your business. It’s not as if you’re bonded or even potential mates. You haven’t spent a moment with Billy outside this diner. You had not an ounce of claim on him, and you certainly didn’t have a say in who he spent his days with -- or his nights.

Billy let his hood fall back, and he ran a hand over his buzzed hair. His scars were no longer as angry and red as they were when he first came in on that rainy Tuesday afternoon seven months ago. You can still recite every word he said to you that day like some silly school girl daydreaming about the cute boy in study hall. Some nights you did just that, on evenings when he didn’t come by or stayed far too late and left your heart aching for another ten minutes.

Scars or no, he was still the most handsome Alpha you had ever seen.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I, uh, it's been a tough few days is all, and I haven't had a second to come in."

You eyed him for a long minute, and you realized what he meant by a tough few days. More like it smacked you right in the face -- rut.

Did he share his rut with someone?

No. No, probably not.

Billy didn’t seem to give his trust freely, so you doubted he called a Service Center to help him through his rut. That didn't mean he didn't have an Omega in his life, one he trusted enough to share it with. It shouldn’t matter if he did, so why did you want to know so badly? It would be easier if you could simply scent him to find out. That’s what you wanted to do. You were aching to scent him right there in the middle of the damn diner in front of Karen, May, and anyone else that wanted to stare. You wanted to be sure there wasn’t a hint of another Omega anywhere near him, maybe leave a little bit of you on him.

What the hell was wrong with you?

You’ve never been this possessive before. Even with James, you never cared if he came home smelling like another Omega. Hell, you never gave it a thought. Billy wasn’t yours, and you needed to remember that.

"I’m glad you’re back. I missed you."

Billy tried to fight off his grin. He tried hard, but it still showed up brightly enough to make you simper. He must have liked that because his scent sweetened, and it was so thick it had your knees shaking. You stood up as straight as you could and locked your knees. Letting your legs give out over some handsome Alpha like a stereotypical Omega would be a shame you could never come back from.

"Is that right?" Billy drawled, smirking as he took in the tremble in your knees and the honey sugaring your scent.

"Yeah, you're my favorite customer,” you answered with a slight shrug. Billy chuckled and ducked his head to hide the pink spreading from his cheeks down his neck, but you caught the rosy hue regardless.

"Favorite." He recited the word as if he didn't like the way it tasted on his tongue like he was confused as to why you would use that word in association with him.

"Without question,” you assured him.

The hesitation in his eyes and confusion had your heart breaking. Someone along the way, recently or long ago, made him feel as though he wasn’t worthy of being someone’s favorite, of being that important to someone. The thought made your gut clench in the worst way. Billy was more than deserving of that title.

"So, I'm about to get off. My shift actually ended about ten minutes ago. Well, technically, my shift ended at two, not eight, but one of the girls is out making medical history, so here I am."

"Oh,” Billy murmured. He was disappointed, that was plain to see. The light in Billy’s eyes instantly faded, and he began to slide out of the booth. You had a feeling if he left now, he would end up picking tacos off the dollar menu at some fast-food chain, eating all alone back at his place. You couldn’t have that now, could you? Besides, friends have dinner together all the time. Isn’t that what Karen told you every time she had dinner with Frank?

Yes, friends could have dinner together, and it didn’t have to mean more than noodles and cheese.

”I can- I'll go eat somewhere else. I don’t want to keep you if you’re going home.”

You rested your hand on his shoulder to keep him from sliding out past you and shook your head, still smiling down at him. "Oh, no, you don’t. Unless you want to leave, of course. Food here isn't great."

Billy looked up at you, and his eyes have gone dark again, but it wasn’t in the way you liked. He was struggling to figure out what he wanted to say. You could see the moment Billy gave in to whatever it was, he was wrestling with and confessed, “I don't come here for the food.”

Your heart was pounding so hard you swore you could hear it in your ears. No doubt, Billy could pick it up in your scent. You never considered buying suppressants until you met Billy Russo. Then again, there were a lot of things you never considered until you met him. You blew out a shaky breath, and your words came out in as a stuttering mess, "Then… w-why do you come h-here?"

Billy held your gaze but didn’t elaborate further. It was probably for the best. If he had said what you thought could be the reason you might have melted right there at his feet and would have been forced to quit your job citing irremediable humiliation.

"Okay, um, well, I maybe thought I could eat with you? I haven't eaten since this morning, and I've been working all day, so I’m starving."

Billy frowned at that, and he quickly pressed for more, "You haven't eaten all day? So, that means you worked all day without taking a break?”

"Yeah, it happens. Some days it's really busy, and I don't get a second. Roger, our boss, he’s not great at following labor laws. If things get busy like they were today, there is no way he’s letting me take a break.”

If it was possible, Billy’s eyes blackened, and his normal candied scent turned sour. It was a subtle change to the whiskey and brown sugar scent you’ve come to know. He wasn’t on blockers, nor were you, it made his feelings easy to read. You weren’t sure he liked that fact at the moment. The scrunch of his nose and the wrinkle in his brow said he was trying to control his feelings to keep them hidden from you, or maybe he was attempting to understand whatever feeling was jumbled in his head.

“I don’t-- I don’t like that. You should be getting breaks so you can eat. You have to eat.”

You didn’t like it either, but there was little you could do. You had no way to prove that Roger refused to let you take breaks, and it wasn’t like he said he would fire you if you went on break. It only was heavily implied, and he knew when to use an Alpha command, with the tiniest drop in his voice, he had Omegas scampering to do as he wished. Thankfully, you have yet to be on the receiving end, and you had no intention of experiencing it. You needed this job whether or not Billy approved of your break schedule. You couldn’t do anything about Roger or your schedule, but you might be able to fix Billy’s spoiled mood and catch another glimpse of his pretty smile.

"How about you feed me then?" You suggested with a grin.

Billy’s frown quickly faded into a crooked smirk, a gentle chuckle followed, and everything turned sweeter. Whenever Billy was smiling, there was a little more sugar and a little less whiskey floating nearby, and it often left your head spinning for days after. You’ve never been one to fall for a sugar rush over a whiskey high -- until now.

"Okay, Sunshine. I can do that. Do you want to eat here or somewhere else?"

"Where are you most comfortable?"

"Where am I most comfortable…” Billy repeated the question, brows furrowed in thought, and he responded without thinking, “I’m most comfortable when I’m with you."

Billy quickly realized that was not what you meant when he looked up to see your eyes widen. He cleared his throat and sat up straighter as he tacked on an addendum, hoping you would ignore his first admission. "Nowhere that’s loud. Or, um, crowded. I’m not great in large rowdy groups. I need a place I can sit like this. My back against the wall and know my exits."

You knew that already and now you were mad at yourself for making him admit it out loud, but you had to confess not all of his revelation sounded so bad.

"I'll tell you what I live right around the corner. How about you come over, and I'll make you dinner?"

Inviting an Alpha you barely knew back to your place wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done. Everyone knows, Omegas at least, you never tell an Alpha your address until you’re courting, and you know what kind you’re dealing with. You couldn’t explain why but your heart and your head were telling you to trust him and when they agree on something you listen.

“You want me to come back to your apartment?”

Billy seemed to be questioning your judgment, but nothing felt wrong about having Billy in your home.

“Only if it will make you feel more comfortable. If not, I know a pizza place a few blocks away, but we will have to catch a cab.”

You truly didn’t mind either way as long as Billy was comfortable. He took a few thoughtful seconds before he nodded. “Your place is okay. If you’re sure, you want me to know where you live.”

You grinned and stepped back so he could stand. “Let me grab my purse, and I’ll meet you by the door, okay?”

Billy didn’t have a chance to answer because you were bounding off towards the counter and the group of nosy Omegas watching you both with interest. Billy stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, watching you share a few hushed whispers with the older woman behind the register.

“You’re leaving together? Y/n, this is not a good idea. Why can’t you stay here together where we keep an eye on you? It would be safer that way.”

“I said I’m fine. I don’t need you to look after me just because I’m an Omega. I can handle myself, and I can handle Billy.”

“He’s not what you think. I only want you to be careful.”

You jerked your jacket out from under the counter and slipped your arms into the black puffy arms. You were already done with this. She didn’t know Billy any better than you did. Maybe she saw some things, or he came off like a typical asshole Alpha once when they first met, but the only conversation they have had revolved around grilled cheese sandwiches and you. You stopped in front of May, and you couldn’t keep the ice out of your voice even if you had wanted to. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe he’s not what you think? I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night, May.”

Billy glanced over your shoulder and back at you as you approached. “Everything alright over there?”

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged as you stepped out the door Billy was holding open for you. “Co-worker drama.”

There were tiny bits of moonlight shining down on the sidewalk next to you. It was awkward at first. This wasn’t your normal dynamic. Billy came in and ordered the same grilled cheese and fries every night; not that you could blame him for that, it was probably the only edible thing on the menu. You would make some cute comment about melted cheese and Billy would give you that smile that set skin on fire, he left a tip that was always triple the cost of the tiny sandwich and promised to see you real soon. You knew the risks that came with what you were doing. You are breaking the first rule they teach you in Orientation class, but you didn’t care, and it didn’t scare you.

Billy didn’t scare you.

“You know you really shouldn’t invite Alphas you don’t know back to your apartment. It’s not safe. I could be anyone. I could be some asshole Alpha using that sweetness in your heart to take advantage of you.”

Maybe that was the thing that should scare you -- your blind trust for an Alpha you barely knew.

“No, you’re not, Billy.”

“Yeah? How do you know that, Sunshine?”

Billy was teasing you, the mile-wide grin on his face told you so. You shook your head and matched his smile. The answer was pretty simple, really. It was the one thing missing with James. You felt the tension in your shoulders lift, and you told him the only thing about tonight that mattered.

“I can feel it.”

Masterlist // Part 2

#Alpha!Billy Russo x Omega! Reader #Billy Russo x reader #Billy Russo x you #Billy Russo x yn #Billy Russo #A/B/O au #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #alpha!billy #alternate universe

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falsegoodnight · 4 years

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✰ say a little prayer: an outtake ✰

*a harry-centric drabble from sleeping on our problems taking place the five days after louis told harry about the baby.

(obviously: major spoilers from the fic!

a birthday present for @louislyrics <3 thank you for asking the question that sparked this!

The door shuts behind Louis with a dull thud, silence echoing as Harry stares at the wood, mouth still dropped open with his protest lingering on his lips.

A wave of nausea rises in him, strengthened only by his disbelief, confusion, and slowly festering panic.

Pregnant. Louis is pregnant.

With his baby.

The panic grows, tightening in his chest and filling his lungs. He exhales jaggedly, hands shaking as he sits down on his bed stiffly and places them on his knees, bracing himself.

He’s twenty. He’s twenty years old and he’s gone and knocked up an omega. He’s just recently been picked as captain. The season is picking up soon and he’s got classes and responsibilities and he’s knocked up an omega.

A product of him and Louis has been planted in Louis’ stomach and will grow into a living breathing human after just nine and a half months. The white gap on his wall between his window and a poster sears into his burning eyes as he stares blankly.

He doesn’t realize someone has entered his room until a hand lands on his shoulder, jerking him out of his tense actions. Liam’s face slowly comes into view when he glances down, a worried furrow between his brow.

His mouth is open too, closing and widening as if pronouncing syllables and words, trying to communicate - except Harry can hardly hear a word through the thundering of his heart, deafening in his ears and making his vision go blurry.

“Harry,” Liam says, maybe for the fifth or dozenth time, “Harry, are you okay?”

Opening his mouth, he is unable to respond. Is he okay? Is he okay after finding out he’s going to be a father when he’s only twenty years old?

And it’s like - Harry has always known he wants children, wants to find a nice omega and settle down and put a baby or a bunch of babies in them. He wants to have a family. He gets off on the idea, for fuck’s sake. But it’s different having it sprung on him so suddenly. It’s different because he’s not ready. Not even close.

He’s Captain for fuck’s sake. He’s got a year to play well and play hard to up his chances of being drafted to a good team in the summer. Not to mention, an entire team not to let down. Hockey is his life - it’s been his life since he first got onto the ice at eight years old and fuck, he wants it to continue being his life for a long time.

“H, you’re worrying me, what’s wrong?” Liam continues, sounding completely bewildered. Harry can’t blame him. He’s Harry - always cool headed, calm, and driven. Not much rattles him, though it’s safe to say this definitely has.

“Liam,” he says slowly, voice hoarse. He forces himself to make eye contact with the fellow alpha, taking a deep shuddery breath. “Liam, I’m going to be a dad.”

He watches as the words process and Liam’s face morphs into one of disbelief. He watches as Liam looks at him, face pale once he sees the tears in Harry’s eyes and the raw honesty on his face. He watches as he realizes it’s the truth.

Fumbling for words, Liam sits down on the bed beside him. “Um,” he starts, giving Harry an anxious look.

Shaking his head, Harry explains properly. He reminds Liam about Louis, the omega he hooked up with at their end-of-summer party and who helped him with his rut. He tells him that Louis wants to keep the baby. “I mean, s’his body, his choice, of course,” he says panickedly. “But he also wants to know if I want to be involved and-” He cuts off, unable to continue.

Liam is silent for a bit. “What’re you going to do?” he asks eventually, voice soft and gentle.

It’s still enough for Harry to break. Suddenly he’s crying into his hands, shaking because he has no fucking idea what he’s going to do. He’s twenty - he’s twenty years old and he has no fucking idea what he’s doing.

He thinks of Louis. Sweet and beautiful Louis who’s caught his eye more than any omega he’s ever met, who his inner alpha feels an inexplicable pull towards, against his mind’s wishes. If he hadn’t been so dedicated to hockey, he wonders how things might have been between them. If this would be playing out a little differently.

Most of all he wonders how Louis isn’t in pieces like him. He’s the same age as Harry and yet he was so sure - so certain of this new permanent fixture in his life.

Even when he left, face crumpled and close to tears much to the torment of his inner alpha, there was no trace of regret or doubt in his face. He wants to keep the baby. He’s okay with being a mother and raising a child.

Meanwhile Harry feels like he’s going to puke. He keeps crying, letting Liam awkwardly pat his back and murmur semi-encouraging words, struggling to handle an emotionally distressed Harry when he’s never even seen him cry before today. But Harry soaks up the little bit of comfort Liam offers, closing his eyes shut and wanting to scream because the ultrasound picture he left on his desk is still branded across his eyelids.

One thing’s for sure, he needs to make a decision here. But first he has to come to terms with it.

Harry wakes up on Sunday morning and almost forgets the revelation of the evening before.

He told Liam to tell their frat brothers he was feeling ill and would be eating in his room. Then he proceeded to have his dinner, which was tasteless and overall unappealing to him, while staring aimlessly at his laptop screen where Criminal Minds was playing. He remembers nothing of the two episodes he watched, putting his laptop on the nightstand and yanking his clothes off so he can sleep about three hours earlier than usual.

Though he forgets, it comes back to him like a knife to the chest when he glances at his desk where the ultrasound is sitting, black and white little blob and all. He sucks in a breath and then exhales through his nose, heading to the door and slamming the door shut behind him.

Liam must have told the others to leave him alone because no one comes up to tell him good morning or complain about current chore assignments. He’s sure he’s radiating frustrated pheromones as he grabs some cereal and an energy drink.

There’s a morning practice in half an hour so Harry brings his breakfast upstairs with him, eating as he gets dressed and grabs his stuff.

He stares at the ultrasound as he gathers his gear, eyes latched onto it even when he’s stuffing everything in his duffel along with his water bottle, before turning his head and looking away. He pushes it all down.

Striving to the door, he hesitates, glancing back at the desk. With an exhausted sigh, he walks back to the desk.

After spending the entire morning avoiding the elephant in the room, it all comes rushing back to him, a heavy weight in his lungs making it hard for him to breathe. But he makes himself look at the paper, lets himself study the small blob in the middle that will be his and Louis’ pup.

His pup. His child.

He wonders what they’d look like. Would they look more like him or Louis? He imagines a baby in his head but its face flashes between Louis’ delicate features and his sharper ones, Louis’ big blue eyes and his green ones, Louis’ soft smile and his own.

“Harry,” Liam says, knocking gently on the door. He’s cautious as he reminds Harry that they have to get to practice.

Harry nods, gnawing on his lip. “I’ll meet you down there,” he murmurs, not moving his eyes from the ultrasound picture. There’s traces of Louis’ scent on it, sweet ripe strawberries. So lovely and intoxicating and so much deeper now. Deeper because of the baby. He glances at Liam who hasn’t left, a concerned frown on his face. “I’m fine,” he swears, voice lowering to a whisper.

Liam dips his head to his chest in acknowledgment and backs out of the room.

Heart fluttering painfully, Harry realizes that he just spent five minutes thinking about his child and not panicking.

Examining the black and white sheet carefully, he folds it gently and tucks it into his jacket pocket. It sits there like a promise through the entire day.

Harry spends the next couple of days going through his normal routines and attending classes and practice completely dazed. He zones out during lectures, mind wandering to heartbeats and tiny limbs. He’s distant with his frat brothers and absent from his friends; ignoring text messages and Snapchats and cutting all interactions with everyone, except Liam, short. His mind is constantly spinning with thoughts of ultrasounds, parenting, and panic.

How is he expected to talk to people normally when a lump the size of a boulder is clawing up his throat and fighting to spill out, his thoughts utterly consumed by something the size of a cherry.

(A size of a cherry. That’s what the internet said when he googled information on babies at 9 weeks in the middle of Music Theory. Itty bitty. Just bigger than the pad of his thumb.)

He’s distracted in practice and everyone notices, including Coach, who pulls him aside during a practice game to tell him off for being sloppy. He’s captain for fuck’s sake and the season is just kicking off. He can’t afford to be so spaced out - he’s lectured on this point over and over, head ducked and shame curling in his stomach.

And yet, he can’t stop himself from pulling the picture out of his pocket during class or practice or in the middle of the night when he wakes up staring at the ceiling, while his insecurities and nerves whirl around him like a never ending nightmare.

The folds grow cracked and worn with the amount of times he opens and refolds the paper; looking, staring, and memorizing the lines of his future pup as his heart beats painfully.

On Wednesday, three days after he found out, he calls his mom.

She answers with a, “Hey, lovey,” like she always does, chipper and happy.

Harry swallows, closing his eyes. When he speaks, his voice shakes. “Mom, I have something to tell you.”

As if sensing the panic in his voice, her response is soft and encouraging. “You can tell me anything, darling.”

“I don’t want you to be disappointed,” he whispers.

“You’ve never disappointed me and you never will,” she says easily, sounding confused and curious.

It doesn’t make him feel any better. His stomach is twisting painfully when he finally works up the courage to blurt it out. “I got someone pregnant.”

His mother’s shock is palpable, bleeding through the phone and seeping into his skin until he’s flinching, the hitch in her breathing almost deafening to his ringing ears.

Before he knows it, his tears are brimming again.

“Mom,” he says desperately. “Say something.”

“Harry,” she says. “Oh my god.”

Needless to say, he starts crying again. The whole story comes tumbling out and his mother is achingly indecipherable, asking him questions about if they used protection (no, but Louis had been on birth control) and how far along Louis is (9 weeks and 4 days as far as Harry knows) and how well they know each other (“Not well at all,” he had been forced to admit).

“Honey,” she starts, voice gentle but firm. “I’m your mother and you know I always want the best for you. But you also know I’ll never bullshit you, which is why I feel comfortable telling you that there’s a right and wrong decision to make here and I swear to God, Harry Edward Styles, that if you choose the wrong path - the coward’s path, I will come up there and -”

“Mom, I’m not abandoning him,” he interrupts, gaping. “What the fuck?”

“I know you’re not,” she scoffs. “I meant if you choose not to have a joint-custody. I know you, darling, and I know how much you’d regret it if you let one of your own flesh and blood slip through your fingers even when you’re as young as you are.”

“I…” He trails off, swallowing. “How am I supposed to raise a child when I want to be in the NHL?”

“How is this omega supposed to carry a child while attending classes and living his own life?” she counters. “I’ll tell you how. You figure it out. You work your ass off and you come up with solutions and you never give up. When it comes to family, you can move mountains if need be.”

Harry exhales, words embedding themselves into his skin and sticking there. He nods even though she can’t see him. She’s right. She’s completely right. It’s been four days and his pup is still just an embryo but he’s already attached. He’s in too deep and there’s no way he can settle for anything less than as much as he can get. “What about weekends?” he suggests.

“Weekends,” Anne repeats. “Is that what you want?”

He takes his time to respond, mulling it over and considering every option. Is it possible for me to do this? he thinks. Is it possible that he can live and breathe hockey and other obligations while still being a father that his pup deserves?

In the end, it’s an easy question to answer.

“Yes,” he says, no signs of hesitance or doubt in his voice. “It’s what I want.”

“I’m glad to hear that, darling. So glad. But I also need you to understand. Being a parent will change your life forever - it’s the most satisfying and fulfilling and beautiful thing, but it’s hard. Looking after another human being is a full-time commitment and I know you want kids, but it’s different when you’re actually having them.”

“I know,” he says. He’ll need to do research and tag along to appointments and be as involved as he can. He’ll need to find time for his pup - make time for them - both before and after they’re born. “I’ll do my best.”

“And I don’t care if you and this omega are nothing but strangers,” she continues fiercely. “That child is half yours and this omega will be carrying it for the both of you these next nine months. You better be there trying to make it even a little bit easier for him every step of the way.”

He sputters. “Of course,” he says, defensive. “I would hope you’d expect better of me than that.”

“And I’d hope I raised you well enough that you’ll treat this omega as good as if he were your own omega and support him as much as possible,” she says.

“You did, I will,” he argues, brows furrowing. He thinks about Louis and how much discomfort, pain, and struggles he’ll have to endure over his pregnancy and how he knows he’ll handle it brilliantly. Because Louis is smart and determined and he’s going to be a brilliant mother.

He knows it.

“I love you and I’m proud of you,” his mother says after a beat, voice softening. “And I’ll be here for you whenever you need me, honey. Just a few hours away. For you and Louis.”

It’s the first time she’s said his name out loud and Harry’s heart does a funny thing at the sound. “I love you too,” he says belatedly.

“Robin’s going to be home in a few minutes, so stay on,” she says. “I want you to be the one to tell him the news. You have to tell your sister too, but maybe in a little bit. I don’t want to overwhelm you, darling. But how long do you think is the appropriate time to wait before telling the relatives?”

Harry can’t help but smile as she rambles on but it fades as his earlier worries return. She wants to tell the relatives but Harry’s still scrambling to process, to believe.

“Mom,” he says, voice ragged.

“Yes, lovey?” she asks softly, sensing his distress.

“Do you think I’ll be a good dad?” he breathes, wiping a stray tear with the back of his hand. He hears his mother’s shocked inhale before she’s crying too, telling Harry of course, darling, the best dad in the entire world.

And Harry, through his tears and worries and anguish, believes her. He can feel it in his bones, in his mind, in his heart. He will be. For his pup, he’d be anything.

They stay on the phone for hours.

It’s Thursday afternoon, five days after he found out, and Harry’s staring at the creased and wrinkled ultrasound picture - staring at his future - when he pulls out his phone and writes out a text.

Hey Louis...

this is one of quite a few drabbles i have on a list for already-posted fics and the first one i’ve actually finished (whoops) - hopefully i’ll get to the others too!! :) this was really fun for me to write and i hope it was nice to read :)

thank you @soldouthaz and chelsea for looking this over for me! <33

#sleeping on our problems #drabble #my drabbles #sleeping on our problems outtake #happy birthday morgan!#harry-centric #alpha/beta/omega au #alpha harry #omega louis #college au #scheduled

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sunflowersupremes · 3 years

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A Strange Acquisition (11/?)

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“Shit,” muttered Geralt.

A quick glance around the room did not reveal any clues to Julian’s location nor the source of the smell of blood. He couldn’t have gone far, decided Geralt. And he hasn’t taken anything with him.

Seemingly nothing was missing. All of Geralt’s supplies were where they belonged, and Julian’s toy was laying discarded on the bed.

He turned to leave and that was when he noticed that his cloak, which had been hanging by the door to dry, was no longer there. At least he won’t freeze, Geralt decided.

For a moment he considered asking the innkeeper if he had seen anything, but drawing undue attention to a missing Omega, particuarly one as vulnerable as Julian, seemed like a poor idea. So Geralt squared his shoulders and set off to find the boy himself.

He stepped out of the inn, allowing his senses to take over, scanning the snow covered ground. Unfortunately there were layers of tracks, which would have made it impossible for a mortal to follow Julian.

Fortunately, Geralt wasn’t a moral.

Julian’s prints were lighter than the rest, and Geralt found them after only a moment’s searching. His gait was uneven, stumbling, his stride varying in length from short steps to long hops. But it seemed he’d been moving purposefully.

A hour old, no more, he decided. Good, it means I can catch him sooner rather than later. He hurried through the town, making a point not to appear too suspicious. If people saw a Witcher out and about searching there was no telling what assumptions they might make. The best case scenario they would assume he was hunting a monster, and that would lead to panic.

Instead he kept his shoulders straight, looking pointedly ahead, his eyes only occasionally darting down to ensure he was still following the tracks.

He went out of the town, into the woods, where he picked up his pace, moving more quickly over the frozen ground. The sun was setting and a chill was setting in. Geralt’s cloak would benefit him somewhat, but it wouldn’t protect him indefinitely.

Stupid boy, he thought grumpily. But he found that he couldn’t be too angry. Why wouldn’t he run away? Who wouldn’t flee a mutant? I was a fool to ever bring him along, I should find him somewhere safe and leave him. No interest or knowledge is worth traumatizing him.

But even as he thought it to himself, Geralt wasn’t certain he would be able to follow through. He was starting to like the Omega, in a strange way. It was nice to have company, even if the boy seemed miserable most of the time. And it was far too easy to rationalize that Julian was safest with him, away from those who would harm him.

With a shake of his head, Geralt forced himself to stop worrying and instead focused on following Julian’s tracks. They were fresher than ever, leaving him certain he was almost caught up with the boy.

Finally, he could smell blood and knew he was close.

Julian was curled under a tree, wrapped in Geralt’s cloak, but still shivering. The scent of blood clung to him, along with an underlying scent of fear.

Geralt angled his approach to come up in front of him, rather than sneaking up behind him and scaring him, making sure the boy had plenty of warning that he was coming. He stopped several feet away from him and waited for him to speak, to explain what was happening.

For a moment, he said nothing. “The baby’s dead,” said Julian. There was no emotion in his voice, just dull truth. Disinterest, even.

Geralt crouched down, hoping to make himself less threatening. It wasn’t easy to do, not as a Witcher, but he tried his best anyway, remembering how he had once calmed a frightened dog. “What can I do?” he asked, keeping his voice level.

A tremor ran through Julian’s body and he groaned.

“Julian-”

Another gasp. Another tremor. It didn’t seem to be caused by fear, but rather by pain coming from Julian’s stomach. He had his hands twisted in his shirt, knuckles white despite the cold having turned his fingers red.

When he spoke, there was still no emotion in his voice, “I always thought it would be nice to die in the woods.”

“You’re not going to die,” Geralt promised. “Julian, let’s go back to the inn. Tea and a hot water bottle will help.” He didn’t know if it would, but he wasn’t about to let Julian know how in over his head he was.

Julian didn’t reply. Geralt scooted a bit closer.

The boy was watching him with keen blue eyes. Geralt stopped. “Can you walk?”

“No.”

“May I help you up?”

His eyes narrowed, seeming to test Geralt as he said, “No.”

Geralt nodded. It had taken him two hours to get close enough to touch the frightened dog. Hopefully it wouldn’t take that long with Julian.

As long as he seems stable I’ll let him wait this out, Geralt decided. If he seems to worsen I’ll grab him even if he resists. The blood smelled old, as though Julian was no longer bleeding. If it started up again with fresh blood, Geralt would know.

Nodding, he stepped back, finding an exposed tree root that was mostly free of snow and ice to sit on. “How can I help you?”

Julian bared his teeth.

I almost think he’s trying to push me into losing my temper, but I won’t do it. I won’t be a monster, not to him, not even if that’s what he expects of me.

“There’s warm food at the inn,” Geralt promised. “We can get the blood cleaned off or find a doctor-”

“I don’t want to see a doctor.”

Geralt nodded. “You lost a baby before,” he said slowly. “Yes? You- you know what’s happening?”

“I’ll be fine,” said Julian. “It’s not that different from a woman’s menstrual cycle, except it comes out of my ass.”

“Did you study that at Oxenfurt?” He wanted to keep the boy talking, keep them both thinking about something other than the dead baby.

“Studied my classmates,” he muttered, and there was almost a hint of a grin on his lips.

Geralt allowed himself a quiet chuckle. “Ladies man, were you?”

The amusement faded. “Doesn’t matter.”

He wondered if Julian even liked men. He wondered if he liked anyone after what he’d been through. I wouldn’t blame him if he never let anyone touch him ever again.

There was silence for a few moments, until Julian finally spoke. “I- I want to wash up.”

“I can get you warm water and rags.”

Julian nodded and finally uncurled himself. “I- can you help me up?”

Geralt nodded and stood, walking softly toward Julian and holding out his hand. Cautiously the boy took it and let him pull him to his feet. “I can walk,” he whispered.

Geralt nodded.

He moved stiffly, as though he were in a great deal of pain and Geralt found himself clenching his fists to resist the urge to help him. But it seemed that his help - or perhaps just his touch - was the last thing he wanted at the moment.

“This isn’t your fault,” Geralt promised. “You’re malnourished still, and under a great deal of stress. There’s nothing wrong with you. People have miscarriages Julian, it doesn’t mean you’re damaged.”

Julian said nothing.

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herpronuonsarefemslash · 3 years

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That Won't Do - TEASER

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===== "The Citadel has really changed," Shepard notes, her eyes sweeping the plaza below the restaurant after completing their reflexive check--anyone with guns, then high, then the sides, then anything that could be used for cover--that she's done since Liara met her. Liara shimmies closer, humming happily as the hard metal of Shepard's pistol presses against her ribs. She takes one of Shepard's hands and wraps it around her hip, so that she can feel the far more svelte weapon concealed under her dress and accessible by the same slit in the side that made Shepard's eyes darken when she came out of the bedroom.

"It feels less alive," Liara agrees. "The embassies and offices were re-established but...I don't feel like I'm in a city."

"Two sieges in three years. Can't blame most people for wanting to commute. Rent's cheap and so is land. A few more years and salarians won't have any living memory of the war. Someone will buy it up and build a bunch of silly houses that all look the same and viola! The Citadel rises again, tainted by humanity's worst discovery. Suburbs."

Liara chuckles. "Actually, I believe I bound my wrists to humanity's worst discovery."

Shepard's broad shoulders roll and she tilts her head towards Liara with that sloppy, crooked smile of hers. "Probably."

She chose a table that faces the outside of the presidium's ring. She did it without asking Shepard if she wanted it. It's like how her beloved hates having a door behind her, except now she sees the stars as the gateway through which death might emerge.

"She's late," Shepard mutters, glancing at the chrono that her omnitool projects.

"Ash is a SPECTRE, love. I've never found them to be the reliable sort."

"No?"

"Not about little things. Only reliable when it matters most. Like when they say they'll come back to me."

Liara softens and leans her head on Shepard's shoulder, snuggling her cheek against the cotton and trying to ignore the way it shifts and slides against the armored undershirt. Whatever her bondmate needs to feel safe. The nightmares have been fewer, no longer spilling into her brain across Shepard's sleeping skin. She's not about to complain about paranoia.

Shepard likes to keep tabs in order to rile Ashley, who is so used to the oldest sister role that she bristles at having Shepard check up on her in a way that she instinctively recognizes and resents, but also craves. Ashley can ask someone else for life wisdom rather than being forced to dispense it.

As usual, Shepard found a restaurant that utterly baffles Liara. Edsel, it said on the sign. The theme has something to do with fossil-fuel burning surface vehicles of an era almost three hundred years in the past, to the point where wrecks were recovered, repainted, treated with some alloy called 'chrome' and used to build a maze of booths.

A comedian once said that asari live long enough to do everything once except try every restaurant.

The cuisine at least, is familiar. Greasy. Savory. Meaty. She can smell the oils the cooks use and under the sharp tang of the thresher meat being seared for the pant-suited female krogan at the counter, she can smell cod and potatoes. Fish and chips was the first thing Shepard ever cooked for her. A kindness she did not ask for and would learn only years later was something Shepard liked to do after she'd treated a woman to a wild night and taken her home.

One drunk night, an amused Karin Chakwas explained that digesting fatty food lessens the blow of the hangover, at least in humans.

By using her morning-after routine on Liara before they'd ever even kissed, she was putting the sled before the goat as humans say.

Ashley approaches their table and fires off a salute.

"Commander."

Shepard smiles into her coffee.

"Gunny."

Shepard's hand lands on Liara's thigh and gives a firm squeeze. Her fingers burn where they touch, even through clothing. Whether it's the eezo in Shepard's body that could be debilitating or cancerous in a weaker specimen but she turns it into strength, or the powerful grip of the fingers, or the ten degree spread in temperature between human and asari bodies, it never fails to make Liara pause and suck in a quick breath when her hands make contact the first time in any given encounter.

Scoot," Shepard chuckles, swinging her hips along the bench to bump into Liara's.

"Oh! Of course."

They make way for Ashley on the bench. Sehpard nods to a waiter and the asari scurries over, her eyes carving a hungry path across both the humans present in nearly as lusty a manner as the black flecks growing in her eyes.

She takes beverage orders, cocking an eyebrow at Ashley's request for water. Not since the war, she told them once. Not since her hangover in her quarters after the Citadel coup.

"Never gotten used to that, skip. I don't get hit on by turian women."

"Often."

Ashley sputters into her ice water.

"That was a special circumstance!"

Ashley's nut-brown cheeks darken further.

"It doesn't count if there's burning herbs!"

"And at a fertility festival no less," Shepard chuckles. "Remote colony, good farmland, lots of turian girls who liked hunting..."

"I will pay you 10,000 credits this instant not to finish that daydream out loud, skipper."

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"I'll take Harbinger triple burger with the..." She trails off, clicking her tongue as she reads over the menu which was printed on physical paper for some reason. "Why not? Salad."

"Same, gunny?" "Sure," Ashley chokes out.

"One with a Thessian greens side salad, and one with Earth greens. Earth is no-eezo. Fish and chips, pet?"

Liara shivers under the weight of the word.

Is the air thinner, or has the buzzing heat wrapping around her bones from Kate's possessiveness just made breathing harder? She reaches for her neck before realizing she's not wearing a collar. She can't, even in private. Spy drones, planted cameras, any number of things might catch it. Asari audiences wouldn't care their sex is so frequent, so shameless and so often rough, leaving snarled tangles of sheets and Liara's back or her ass outlined in sweat against the windows and slippery smears on walls where the splash of a lover's pleasure was allowed to drizzle down the paint just as it drizzled down the chin. Contrary to Shepard's red-faced vetoes of the idea, surveillance footage of them would massively improve her popularity in those stupid polls amongst maidens, and by extension, Aethyta's clout with matriarchs in the voting forums.

The collar itself would be the fatal mistake.

Human kink communities take a very different view of them. Make believe. Fake danger easily dismissed when removed, or worn throughout the day as proof of a sub's devotion. But humans abolished slavery amongst themselves and have kept to that, neither suffering it nor inflicting it save for a brief encounter with batarian savagery that ended in humanity's victory. Asari have mourned missing kin for centuries. They can't enjoy collars knowing so many of their sisters have suffered under them, or died when their masters flicked a switch. Bondmate necklaces were popular in the earlier periods of the Council era, but only ancient matriarchs who bonded before the batarians were contacted still wear them.

Wearing Shepard's dog tags on Ilium while she mourned and hoped was enough to garner more than a few disgusted glances.

"Yes please," Liara mumbles, lifting her eyes and favoring the waitress with a smile. "We're so close to Earth, after all. Fish and chips sounds lovely."

"It'll be out soon," the waitress promises but not before pausing to use her omnitool's forger to burn her contact information into the side of Ashley's water glass. Ashley stares at it numbly, like it was a grenade and not a proposition.

Kate pats her protege's shoulder.

"There, there. Heard you were doing spot checks on stuff coming in from Omega. Confiscated anything interesting lately?"

=====

Liara has two sorts of anger: fidgety and apocalyptic.

That's day-to-day Liara anger, and Goddess bless but she's getting better at avoiding it. Having lived on a warship or in barracks from birth until retirement a few weeks before their wedding meant she wasn't housebroken.

This is the other sort of anger. The last Prothean nearly turned into a smear of shell and ichor when he derided her after Thessia's fall. A three-jawed skull cracking after a lucky blow with a warp and the Shadow Broker rising with a bellow of agony. Kai Leng's attempted backstab ending with the crack of reinforced arm bones, then his legs, then his spine being broken before Liara's barrier-hardened fists turned his ribs into a lumpy pile of shuddering scraps and she drew a dagger that ate the light around it and slit his throat.

"Love, it's..."

"...it's just a bootleg of some smut. I wouldn't take it seriously."

"Yes, exactly!" Liara cries. "Unreleased. Still time. Still time."

"You're getting a bit krogan-y, love."

"An actress is going to be portraying me. For portraying me making love to you and you think it's nothing?"

"I'll reach out through the network, I'm sure someone can slow them up, or yank a permit they need for the warehouse. And I'm sure no one cares about the porn industry awards."

Liara drops her head into her hands.

"Shepard, have you ever watched asari pornography? And I don't mean that as a trap, love. Yes or no. I won't be angry."

She is tempted to quip that that was more Joker's thing than hers, but she doesn't.

"A few. Back when. I didn't see the point, really. Just felt flat, especially once I knew what the meld was like. After...after our first time, it didn't work. Didn't do a thing for me while you were on Ilium."

Liara's eyes lift from her pacing feet and meet Shepard's. She doesn't seem ready yet to accept assurances that it was all right to pursue the Shadow Broker rather than pull up roots to hunt Collectors.

"Fornax?"

"One of the trendier studios on Earth that was trying to out-lesbian them, actually."

"Goddess."

"Li, what's wrong?"

"Go make popcorn. I'm going to check for listening devices, just in case."

She comes back to find the lights lowered and a naked Liara reclined on a throne made of what might be every pillow they own. She pats the spot beside her.

"Did I miss something?"

Liara laughs in that soft 'you silly human' way that makes warmth and sunlight spill into every crevice of Shepard's being.

"This is how asari couples watch movies together," she explains. "Intimately. So strip."

"Aye-aye, ma'am."

Curling up against Liara is one of the few things that makes organic life worth saving.

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"That's Vaenia? It's...it's..."

"A political thriller about the behind the scenes work to integrate humanity into Council Space?" Liara jokes.

"I just wasn't expecting the most talked about erotic film on Ilium to be Citizen Kane, all right?"

"What?"

"Ugh. Bad example."

"Can you see why I want them to get this right, Shepard?"

Her bondmate worries her lip with her teeth and finally nods.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can. I'll make some calls."

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Her bondmate spins in place, dropping one of the 'gummy bears' in the process. At least, that's what Shepard calls them. They're actually a mix of thresher maws and kalikosaurs, but apparently the original candies that inspired other races to copy them were shaped like an Earth animal called a bear. Soldier that she is, she lunges and manages to catch it before the syrup-filled atrocity stains anything.

"We're doing what now?"

Liara scrubs her hands across the aching roots of her crests. Kate bats her hands away and digs her strong thumbs in, kneading the muscles until they melt. Overly cautious as she can be when it comes to doors, security VIs and vetting everyone from carpet cleaners to house painters, Liara does love how recklessly she throws herself into giving comfort. Sometimes she slides her shirt off her shoulders and starts working her over before Liara herself is fully aware of the ache.

"You're mad at me," She mumbles, tucking her chin over Liara's shoulder and looking at the comm terminal. "Sorry."

"I wouldn't have expected you to be a prude. We've hosted a Janiris party for our friends. You've fucked me on a dozen battlefields. You fucked me until I melded without askin-"

"Which was hot..."

"Agree to disagree on not-fully-consensual melds."

"Run me through this again. The only Athamic Oaths I'm familiar with are a Justicar's Six Oaths, plus the ones I swore to you."

Liara highlights the text.

"The Oath of Inspiration is what an artist uses to exchange access for information for confidentiality."

"Which is how Vaenia alluded to operations and installations whose very existence was top secret."

"Exactly. It's an oath specifically for artists, those recognized by some guild or institute. And in some cases, portraitists or actresses or writers will swear it just for access. We're expected to behave naturally and let them into our routine and they're expected to avoid embarrassing us and use creative license and common sense about secrecy."

"So you want to invite the actresses who will be portraying us to live with us for a few days."

"It'd take several weeks, Shepard. Any performer on a production like this, asari or human or turian, would have been tutored at the same sorts of universities. Taught to take information in slowly and not to depict our breakfast routine based on one morning, but across many."

"I think I could just explain how you like your pancakes over the vid, T'Soni."

"You could. But I notice you're not complaining about the idea about letting someone watch us 24/7."

Shepard sorts through her handful of candy and picks up one of the maw-shaped ones. It's a sort of blue that shouldn't be allowed to exist, especially since she hasn't been able to find botanical records of any raspberries on Earth that color.

"What's-her-name is cute and I like the blue ones. Council and Allied races have a security review this afternoon, siame. I'll pick up Arty after. Don't wait up."

Her bondmate drops a kiss on her crests, turns on her heel and walks away without further explanation or doing anything about the steady trickle of wet that her tease and that goddess-fucked smirk caused between Liara's thighs.

"Glyph?" The drone boots up and manifests his outer shell from his cradle at her desk.

"Yes, Doctor?"

Kate can't just say something like that and leave her here to drip and shiver for hours on end. Not without consequences.

"Any and all scenes from human actress Emilia Ryder involving romantic partners. Loop. One third volume."

"Stand by."

Liara flops onto the unmade bed, relishing the smell of the both of them that mingles in the silk. She reaches blindly for her nightstand and presses her thumb to the biometrics. A bit more fumbling manages to locate the scarcely used synthcock, which is fully charged, thank the Goddess. Rummaging through the canisters in the bowl, she picks a foam-based ejaculate and presses the nozzle into the hidden inlet.

Kate hasn't used this since her last round of reparative surgery with Miranda. At her request, Miri recreated some hare-brained cybernetic and clone-tissue monstrosity ripped straight from Cerberus's worst ideas in the Lazarus project and then fused it into Shepard's body permanently. Liara argued that it was sheer insanity to implant illegal wetware from a terrorist group's project that proved so morally bankrupt that even the Illusive Man shuttered it.

Then she saw her beloved's smile as she looked at her own outline in the mirror in her slacks and noticed how her posture straightened and broadened to maximize herself in a space. Her shoulders released tensions she'd been carrying for years, so much so that Liara was never aware that the stiffness wasn't natural. She doesn't need to understand human gender to know that Shepard always felt more at ease wearing a synthcock any time she wasn't in armor or about to be, even if sex was nowhere on the horizon. She would sometimes wear one, only to take it out when she bedded Liara. Though the toy served no practical value unless she or Liara touched it, something about it anchored Shepard in her own skin, a precious thing indeed for a woman acutely aware she's wearing a once-dead body around. The permanent addition seems to have an even better effect.

"Film me and in one hour, send it to Shepard's commlink. Blackhole address."

Shepard wants to leave her a lonely, frustrated mess?

Two can play at this game.

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"How was school? You still crushing on your math teacher?"

If that whine contained any actual words, she didn't catch them.

"What about that girl who came in last term that runs the student paper?"

Arty's a darker shade of purple than any other asari Shepard's ever known, so when her father embarrasses her, her cheeks and neck flush nearly to black.

"Just remember. Do both your hypos first, make her show you a STD test and wear gloves, don't dive too deep, and remember to help her up because meld or no meld, she might not remember which color her toes are."

"DAD!"

She chuckles. She's seen Arty at student-parent events. She stares at Neema Ullasi's neck like she wants to see if she can suck a hickey into it through her headscarf. Intelligent, poised, kind, fierce activist. Neema grew up on Ilium as an diplobrat whose mother remarried a local matriarch, meaning she's fluent in not only Arabic and Farsi but enough regional asari dialects that her and Arty can have inside jokes around human teachers. What's not to crush on?

Loitering around a coffee shop they have to walk past are the unholy trinity of reporters from Alliance News Network, Westerland News and Stella Incognita Broadcasting. Westerland alone, she could handle. Khalisah Al-Jilani is the second coming as far as the bosses are concerned after being the only one of their wartime correspondents to print anything but racist garbage and she relies on the Shepard-T'Sonis and their friends for that. She can yank a cub reporter's chain so it doesn't need to be swatted on the nose. ANN is a military-funded network without a war to cover, making them a wild card. Stella is trying to become some one-stop shop for all different flavors of sensationalist garbage by employing a diverse workforce of assholes from eight races and using some byzantine corporate structure that probably drove the volus who created it insane.

It's been a while since she punched a journalist. Maybe it's time.

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She glances at her daughter.

"That footage uploaded?" Arty looks up at the camera drone's status lights and nods. Shepard pulls her sidearm and puts a round into the drone's thruster pack, making it wobble and smack into the back of Arty's stasis field.

"How dare yo-"

"You ambushed us in a permit-only photography zone. I gave them permission, but not you."

"You said we could!" he sputters.

"I said you two," she reminds him, pointing at the other two reporters. "Not three."

"I don't recall giving verbal approval or signing a release for footage of me or my child. Bill me for the drone."

"What about you?" the reporter demands, pointing at Artemis. "Do you agree with...that?"

"Really?" she scoffs. "After seeing my dad do that, after practically daring her to blackbag you in broad daylight, you're going to come after her daughter?"

Arty flares her barrier so hard Shepard swears she can smell the leathery musk of rachni and the permafrost of Noveria along with the choking ozone of air seared by the sheer intensity of Benezia's biotics.

She levels a volley of profanity at the reporter that would melt Wrex's plates and Kate whistles and offers her fist for a bump.

"Whoa. Learn that one from your grandfather?" Shep aims straight down the drone's lens and pulls the trigger until the pistol's heat vents glow cherry red. Just for the ANN viewers back on Earth, she puckers her lips and blows across the muzzle before holstering it with her best imitation of a cowboy's twirl.

"Mixed and matched between her and Wrex. So. Donuts? I hear there's this place that sells them with ice cream on top."

"My asari and their ice cream. Also, don't tell your mom I filled you with sugar on the way home."

She tosses her arm around Arty's shoulder.

"Glazed donut with rocky road on it?"

"Nah. I'm thinking sprinkles."

#teenagers #liara x femshep #post-war #shepard having gender feelings #liara being thirsty #their daughter being embarassed #asari

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As promised, here is the second part to our established relationship bottom Louis fic rec list. Part one can be found here. Happy reading!

1) Give and Take | Explicit | 1837 words

Sometimes Louis just needs.

2) Just A Trim | Explicit | 2260 words

“Harry. Darling. Can you explain to me what I’m looking at, before I rip your throat out through the phone?” “That would be me, holding a braid of hair in my hand.”

Or, the one where Harry gets a haircut, and Louis, along with the rest of the world, loses his mind.

3) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Explicit | 2360 words

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

4) Louder Louder | Explicit | 2931 words

There's really only one way to get Louis out of a mood this terrible, and Harry is prepared to sacrifice his entire evening if necessary.

5) He Steps Out, The Crowds Lose Their Minds For Him | Mature | 3022 words

The exact moment Harry feels his resolve break is when he pads into the bathroom one evening, yawning and scratching his arm to see Louis standing in front of the mirror, eyes downcast as he spreads one of his hands out on the slight bump of his tummy, rubbing over the jumper he’s wearing. Which, Harry is pretty sure, belongs to him.

It comes out accidentally. Accidentally, as in he didn't want it to come out yet, but it did. “I want a baby.”

6) Reckless | Explicit | 3028 words

Harry thinks it's criminal, the way Louis looks in his suit, sharp and expensive.

The feeling's mutual, judging by the way that (at his mother's wedding, no less) Louis leans in and says, "I bet you can fuck me without ruining that suit."

Harry does his best.

7) Handprints And Good Grips | Explicit | 3330 words

Harry wants to pull them down and suck him off. Harry wants to never take them off and eat him out over the lace. Harry wants to push them aside and fuck the imprint right into Louis’ body.

8) Painless With Immense Distance | Explicit | 3793 words

“You know when we talked about kinks and stuff awhile back and you said you wanted to try something?” Harry continues with a devious grin. Louis’s a bit lost and he tries to think about exactly what Harry is thinking about which honestly could be a handful of things.

“Prostate massage?” Harry asks like it’s as common as the sky is blue.

9) All In My Mind | Teen & Up | 4305 words

Louis and Harry find out they're expecting, and tell the boys. kind of.

10) With All My Surrendered Hearts | Mature | 4810 words

Louis beams, no, he fucking glows at that. He’s always been gone for this boy, ever since they met at ages fifteen and seventeen, back when they both worked at the Doncaster golf club, with grass-stained knees and evenings spent pushing each other into the ponds. It’s always been one of their quirks to add a bit of poetry. ("Because sometimes I feel like those three words aren't enough," Harry had explained.) Louis feels like he’s holding a flame inside of his ribcage.

Or, the one where they're long distance boyfriends, and Louis rides Harry while wearing his snapback.

11) Folded Up All Pretty (Fit Into You) | Explicit | 5655 words

“Missed me?” Harry laughs into his mouth, and it ought to be awkward with the way Louis’ tongue pushes at his teeth and the stretched out corners of his mouth, but really, it isn’t.

12) Heart Beats Slow (I Wish You) | Explicit | 6011 words

“These,” Louis pauses with a half-eaten toast in his hand and a stale bite of buttery bread still in his mouth, he feels like choking on it, “are girl’s pants. Why would I look good in girl’s pants? Do you not like my current choice in underwear or what?”

Or, the one where Louis loves panties and Harry loves Louis.

13) Want It All The Time, Need It Every Day | Explicit | 6306 words

Louis visits LA a week before the boys head to Australia for On The Road Again.

He and Harry have some catching up to do.

"This," says Louis, holding up a shirt from the box, "is the ugliest fucking shirt I've ever seen."

15) Casting Lines | Explicit | 7554 words | Sequel

Amidst the noise - the dog whining, Jamie's shrieking, Evie's giggles and bird noises, and Daniel asking loudly, again, about ice-skating - Louis leans in to press a kiss to Harry's smiling mouth. "Hi."

Harry doesn't loosen his grip on Evie's ankles where they hang over his shoulders, but he kisses Louis back and murmurs a quiet, "Hey, love."

16) Cease the Day | Explicit | 8195 words

In which 1D Day takes on a whole new meaning.

Instead of a seven hour livestream, the One Direction team deem it more profitable to offer an entire day spent with any one member of the band for the highest bidder. What happens when the same buyer wins both Louis and Harry for a day?

17) Forever, Uninterrupted | Explicit | 8578 words

Harry finds a mysterious picture in Louis' bag one night and drives himself crazy over it. It's definitely not what he thinks.

18) Spice Up Your Life | Explicit | 9501 words

After a conversation with his Uni friends, Harry worries that his relationship with Louis has lost it's spark.

19) Anything Goes | Explicit | 10275 words

Harry probably shouldn't be amused that Louis has a death grip on his hand and is dragging away from an event that, you know, they should be at. And he still probably shouldn't have that god awful smirk plastered to his face when Louis shoves him into the bathroom and steps in before locking the door.

20) You Are My Favorite Place | Explicit | 10347 words

It had gutted Harry when he saw the headlines splashed across the gossip rags, the ones proclaiming the house he planned to make their home in LA was a bachelor pad. With both of them doing more producing and writing, Harry knew that they would need a place here so they wouldn't have to travel so much. As soon as he'd seen it and how remote it was, he knew it would be perfect.

It was so much more than some stupid bachelor pad.

Shaking his head, Harry glanced over at Louis. He was smiling, the one that Harry loved the most. His eyes were crinkled and his mouth was stretched wide; he looked so pleased that Harry had to lean over and kiss his temple. “So what do you think?” he asked, pressing the words against Louis's cheekbone. He pulled away to usher him into the house and they dropped their bags in the expansive entryway.

Harry had changed a bit of the decorating since the last time Louis had been there, making it more like the house the two of them shared in London. This one was more open, with more windows and more space for them to be themselves. No interruptions, no looking over their shoulders, just the two of them to break in all the new furniture.

He couldn't wait.

21) Can’t Blame Gravity | Explicit | 11931 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

They have a tradition on their birthdays.

22) We Should Get Jerseys | Mature | 12147 words

Harry is a hockey player, and Louis is his slightly melodramatic boyfriend.

23) Let’s Take the World By Storm | Explicit | 14656 words

Harry lifts his head off Louis' chest to look at Louis' face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

“I don’t know, but our sex life feels a bit boring, ‘sall,” Louis says, completely avoiding eye contact.

“Boring.” Harry says flatly. He doesn’t say anything more, and Louis looks up to see that Harry seems to be mulling it over.

“Yeah, boring," Louis says, and keeps talking before Harry can pipe up. “I mean, think about it. We’ve been dating since X Factor, and now things are starting to drag a bit. We don’t even have the time for handjobs anymore, much less actual sex.”

24) Dreams Can’t Take The Place Of Loving You | Explicit | 15496 words

In which Liam is the go-to ring guy, Niall's relentless, Zayn is family, and Harry and Louis are disgusting.

25) I Would Follow You (To the Moon and Back) | Explicit | 20355 words

Everyone has baggage, some people sleepwalk, some have obsessive exes, and others turn into anthropomorphic wolf-like monsters that destroy furniture and run rampant in the forest. Perfectly normal.

Or the one where Harry and Louis have been dating for six months, Harry is a werewolf, and it's a full moon. This time they're going to get it right.

26) All The Diamonds You Have Here | Not Rated | 21603 words

It hits Louis now, how fucking close to the precipice they’re standing. Or, an au feat. investment banking and children.

27) Love Like Wildfire | Explicit | 21744 words

Louis was an Omega and a Prefect. Harry was an Alpha and a little rascal. They were mates, drawn to each other since they first met in the Hogwarts Express. They worked well like that, or at least they tried, which only made their relationship way more interesting.

28) Sort Your Head And Facedown | Explicit | 26426 words

Harry gets sent to an alternate universe where most everything is the same and most everything has changed.

29) What This World Is About | Explicit | 34472 words

An eighties American high school AU; there are first times, football games, and feelings.

Alternatively titled: the beginning.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#blp #blp fic recs #fic recs #bottom louis #top harry #established relationship

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barbaramaynard94 · 4 years

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bang-exo-tan · 7 years

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The Omega’s Secret

Warnings/Tags: angst, violence, mentions of death and suicide

Chapter 5

Hot… It’s HOT! You woke up sweating, panting and gasping for cool air. You wiggled around but you felt a pressure so heavy on top of you, that it made moving difficult. You somehow managed to turn until you were laying on your left side, only to see a familiar brown eye and black fur.

Who is that? you wondered. As you wiggled until you were laying on the opposite side, you peered over a large leg covered in fur. There a tan and gray wolf slept about 50 feet from where you, and the wolf on top of you, were positioned. You shifted to until you were sitting on your belly and crawled –with great difficulty – your way out from under the large mass that seemed to have taken its place on top of you.

When you finally were free of the mass, you heard a shifting and grunting from behind. You looked back to the black wolf, whom you assumed was the man from earlier named ‘Seokjin’. His brows were furrowed and his nose was flared, making his expression look like he was extremely uncomfortable. Though he stirred, he curled up against the tree he was lying beside and after a couple of seconds, fell back asleep.

Finally having been freed of the large wolf’s body heat, you still felt abnormally warm. It was dawn, so the sun was just beginning to come up, but you deducted that the sun wasn’t the reason for the continued heat you felt.

Maybe I’m just thirsty, you thought. I haven’t really drunk anything since I left home. Home… Jungkook… Mom, Dad… I miss you.

By doing the math in your head, you realized that this would be the second day you had been away from home. You wondered what Jungkook was thinking. Was he mad at you? No, he was probably furious. Mom? No doubt about it, she was worried sick. And Dad? He was definitely blaming himself.

When you felt your chest tighten, you shook your head hoping to shake out the thoughts and homesickness with it. Let’s go get something to drink.

You walked over to the spot where you had seen Seokjin drinking at before, making sure to be quiet so you would not wake up the two wolves and dipped your mouth into the cool water. Due to it still being late winter, the water was like ice sliding down your throat so it caused you to shiver. However, you were still extremely hot.

As you were quenching your thirst, you tried to observe your surroundings. You had only been out of your pack’s territory a handful of times (usually taking the main road with your parents) so you knew you were off the beaten path but you didn’t know exactly how far off you were. You had already noticed the river, and as you looked around you saw that across the river there was a small field that turned into a forest after some brush. Behind you there were staggered large trunk trees that also formed into a forest. However as you turned your head and looked up, you realized that the forest on your side of the river seemed to be at the bottom of a mountain, and three quarters of a mile up the river there was a rock wall that the river ran through which seemed like it could easily be used as a bridge to the other side of the river.

While you were making your observations, you realized that the adrenaline from the events of the day before had worn off and your whole body surged and ached with pain. The cut on your back hurt, your legs ached, your head was pounding, but as you moved your feet in the soft mud of the riverbank, you felt a pain in your paws that was worse than everything else. Though you knew you were standing in mud, as you shifted your weight from one side to the other, the pain told you otherwise. Instead of mud, it was like you were standing on heated glass shards or a bed of nails.

You just wanted to get your weight off of your paws, and cool the heat that – no matter how long you drank – wouldn’t subside. So in a split second decision, you launched yourself into the river. Now, at about .0003 seconds in the air you thought that jumping into a river right after a big rain storm might not have been the smartest epiphany you had ever concocted. This was proven true when you felt your body hit the rushing water with a force that caused all of the oxygen inside your body to become oxygen outside your body.

You began to panic when you realized that your legs were so sore, they wouldn’t move on their own. You tried to paddle yourself to the river bank, but the current of the river was too strong and you couldn’t fight it. You opened your mouth to howl or bark, anything really, but a whine was all that came out before a rush of water found its way lodged in your windpipe.

I can’t believe I’m going to die like this, you thought. As your head sank underwater, you closed your eyes and waited until the inevitable point where your lungs would ache and burn until you finally tried to take another breath, causing more water to pour into your mouth and sealing your fate.

However that feeling never came. Right as you closed your eyes, you felt a strong hand grab the nape of your neck and hoist you up onto the riverbank.

Your coughs and gasps for air caused your lungs to burn and your head to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Through your coughs you could hear a growling and almost yelling coming from the man who seemed to have changed into his human form. When your breath evened out you could finally understand what he was blathering about?

“Are you listening to me?” Seokjin growled as he glared at you, “Were you trying to kill yourself?!”

His question was met with your face of confusion. What does he mean? Try to kill myself? I was hot…

Of course still looking like a wolf and with no voice to even properly whine, growl, or howl, you couldn’t relay your thoughts to him at all. Still he continued with his rant.

“Have you completely lost your mind?!” He yelled. For some reason the sound in his voice made you cower a bit, which was a strange experience to you. It made you extremely uncomfortable. You couldn’t tell if he was somehow forcing you to feel bad, or if – being in wolf form – your omega was feeling guilty for upsetting him.

Is it because I’m shifted? Does that lessen my humanity to where I can fight back? Or is it him?

You felt tears brim your eyes and lowered your head as he continued to glare at you. You wished Mrs. An was there, she would be able to help you understand what was going on. Why you could fight against anyone, but this person made you feel guilty. You missed your mom, you missed her hugs that made you feel like everything was going to be ok. You missed the comfort of having your little brother around, and the safety net that was your father.

Why is he yelling at me? He doesn’t even know what I’ve been through these past couple of days… Wait a second, I’m Do Miyeon. I don’t have to be guilty. I didn’t even do anything wrong! That’s it, if he yells at me one more time, I’m going to bite his foot!

With your head lifted up, your shoulders held high, and your resolve set, you stared back into the eyes of the man who seemed to currently be scolding you. He began to speak but you didn’t let him finish as you quickly started walking to the tree where you knew your bag was. Your feet however were not cooperating with your current “I have pride too” show off, but you held back your tears as the pain in your paws continued to prick and burn.

You made your way behind the tree (which was not very far away from the riverbank) grabbed your bag in your mouth and plopped yourself down grateful that your feet were finally relieved of your body weight.

Why are my paws hurting this bad? You wondered as you twisted your paws up to get a better look. What you found made you almost want to faint. You had never been much on gore and wounds, and that’s exactly what you saw. These must have come from the territory border. Your feet had large gashes and cuts in them and though they had stopped bleeding, the semi fresh wounds were still horrifying to look at. I’m going to throw up… you thought as you turned your paws back toward the ground opting to not stare at the wounds.

You laid your head down trying to keep your mind off of the pain that seemed to intensify after finding the source of your discomfort when you heard a rustling from behind the tree. “Jinsin, what happened? Why is your face so red?” Solbi asked.

“Let’s just walk over here,” Seokjin whispered. You heard the wet leaves squish under their feet as they seemed to walk away from where you could hear their conversation. Luckily they didn’t know that you had extra sensitive hearing.

“What happened?” Solbi said, “And where’s the kid?”

Kid? I’m older than you KID.

“She jumped into the river. I don’t know what was going through her head. I thought she was trying to kill herself but... maybe not. She’s behind that tree now sulking.” Seokjin explained.

You huffed and growled a bit. I am not sulking!

“Ok, well... what should we do about the mission?” Solbi whispered. “We were just supposed to meet up with agent Park, but you decided to pick up the hitchhiker instead.”

“We have to go back to the capital. The mission’s been… we just need to regroup and I’ll brief everyone then.” Seokjin said and you could sense a deep sadness in his voice.

Seokjin being sad eased the anger you had against him from before.

“Jinsin is everything okay? Did something happen to agent Park and the mission?” Solbi asked but after a couple seconds she continued. “Alright, I’ll go get them and bring them back here. You just stay with the kid. She really doesn’t like me so it’s best if I go and you stay here.”

“You’ll be fine by yourself?” Seokjin began to ask but a howl was his reply. You heard the sound of paws plodding off into the earth, with the next sound being a mass plopping down behind your tree.

For a while you just laid there and listened to him breath. By the time he cleared his throat and started to speak, it was already sunset.

“You scared me, that’s all…” he sighed. “I woke up to you flailing in the water. I can’t stand for anybody else around me to die. ”

You felt the heartbreak in his voice reach all the way down to your own heart. Mrs. An… elder… I’m not the only one who’s lost important people. It hurt so much you thought you were going to be sick. The pain in his voice sent a message from your brain to your feet and you quickly stood up so you could make your way toward him. You could only take a couple of steps though as the pain from your feet quickly won and you fell to your stomach with a yelp of pain.

“What’s wrong?!” Seokjin said as he ran around the tree and up to you. You turned your paws up to the side and looked up at him. As he looked down at your paws and let out a sigh that almost sounded like he was the one in pain. “Why didn’t you tell me – oh right, don’t cry, you’re ok.”

Crying? I’m not crying, you thought. Somehow he knew you were going to cry before you did as he was proven right when you felt your eyes water.

“Stay here, I’ll go find some herbs for – ,” he was cut off by your stomach rumbling, “for your feet… and how about something to eat too,” he chuckled. As quickly as he said it, he ran into the forest and disappeared behind the leaves.

With Solbi gone, and Seokjin occupied, you figured that it was the perfect time to go through your bag to find the supplements. There has to be something on that bottle that will tell me why I can’t get back to being a human.

Getting into a drawstring bag with paws instead of hands was not as easy of a task as you had thought. You maneuvered the bag around quite a bit before you could finally nuzzle your way through the opening. Though the sun was gone, there was a little bit of light left from the refraction of the clouds just as you carefully pulled the bottle out with your teeth so you could read the warning label. Which pretty much listed the maximum dosage as 2 pills within a 24 hour period and seeing as you had taken 3 in the span of about 16 hours, you figured the most common symptom “shift disorientation” was to blame for your current wolf form. As you read further the bottle said to seek immediate help if you couldn’t shift after 36 hours.

It’s been more than 36 hours by now right? Your fever had subsided about an hour after the river fiasco, and since failing the previous day you had not tried to shift again. Well, while they’re gone, I might as well try again.

The darkness had just set in as you made your first attempt to shift, which ended up being a complete failure again. But thankfully after a great amount of concentration, willpower, and prayers, the second time was the charm. You were so happy, you wanted to jump up and down but all of your weight being focused back onto your feet again made you think twice. It only took a couple of seconds for your excitement to dwindle as a cold, late winter breeze brushed past your now naked skin. Somehow you felt around until you found your underwear and bra, a long sleeve shirt, some sweat pants and your socks and converses. You reached back in your bag and realized the only items you had left were your first aid kit, sweet potatoes, supplements and the chest wrap Yomin had given you.

Where’s the rest of my clothes?! You panicked when you remembered that you shifted when you were running from Kang’s henchmen, meaning that pieces of the clothes you were wearing at that time were now scattered like confetti on the forest floor behind your house.

“I’m back,” Seokjin said and you felt yourself lurch forward with excitement.

What the… it was like you wanted to see him. You wanted him to be proud of you for being able to switch back into looking like a human again. You wanted to hear him praise you. I must just want to see him happy because he was sad earlier, you reasoned. Yeah that’s it.

You were about to walk out from behind the tree when you heard him speak again. “Oh, you’re back too. I was just about to make a fire. Where are they?”

“Putting clothes on,” Solbi grunted and set down something heavy with a ‘thud’.

You heard the smacking of wood and then the crackle of a fire, “I bet Hoseok just loves the thought of having to walk around clothed,” Seokjin said sarcastically. “I see you brought food.”

“This isn’t all of it, Taehyung and Yoongi have one each too. And Hoseok complained a bit on the way here but not as much as I thought he would. He’s probably just more excited about the new kid than anything else. Though he did say ‘Sleeping is always better when nude’ at least 5 times, but he’ll get over it.” Solbi chuckled, “Besides, not having to see a naked Hoseok for a while will do us all some good. What are those herbs for?”

“She has some really bad cuts on her paws,” Seokjin explained.

“Speaking of that little menace, where is she?” Solbi asked.

As she was talking about you, a flash of what she said earlier came back to your head. If she’s an omega, I call dibs. You felt around in your bag for the chest wrap. You quickly pulled your shirt up and wrapped your breasts as tightly as you could living a little wiggle room for breathing.

Just in case, you thought. You popped 2 supplements into your mouth and held back the reflex of wanting to throw up after taking them without anything, a sore throat making the task more difficult than before. 3 a day = bad, but 2 a day should be fine, you deducted.

“I think she’s sleeping behind that tree,” Seokjin said.

You took that as your cue to come out and as you walked toward the fire slowly letting yourself be lit up by the burning mass, you confusingly cocked your head to the side because – not only were there three new faces – but the two you already knew were looking at you strangely.

“Dang~,” someone had said in between the two, “she’s cute.” He had brown fluffy hair, beautifully tanned skin and a face that essentially looked like a puppy incarnate.

You looked over to Seokjin who was standing on the left and seemed to have his jaw dropped. You smiled at him then quickly looked away when someone came up behind him and whispered something about ‘type’ which you couldn’t make out because another very excited male started talking.

“With those hips, I bet she’s an omega,” the excited man said.

“Nah, Solbi says she’s feisty. Definitely an alpha like us,” the man who had whispered to Seokjin replied. He sleepily smiled at you and went about setting the large mass on his shoulder next to the other large mass that Solbi had placed to the left of the fire.

Like us? What does he mean like us?! Internally you began to panic until you saw a man walking from behind the others with his hands crossed over his chest.

The way he walked looked so familiar, but you just couldn’t pinpoint it. He made his way around Solbi and the crowd of three until his face was just barely lit up by the light of the fire. You couldn’t see much of his facial features but the outline of his head and the smirk he was wearing rekindled an angry fire in you so deep that, by the time you had controlled your emotions, it was already too late. Seokjin and Solbi each had an arm across your chest holding you back, and a man you had never wanted to see again was staring up at you from his position on the ground with a bloody nose and a look that could kill an army of wolves.

“Do Miyeon, I’m going to rip you to shreds!!!”

#bts wolf au #bts au blog #bts wolf #bts au #bts fan fiction

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mx-jinxous · 7 years

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Coldflashweek

Day one

Protective

When Barry had been a sophomore at Central High he met a man. He did know anything about this man, well except that he was an alpha, a senior at the time, and that he had a jersey that said Thawne on it. He’d been a gentleman to Barry, helping him carry his books and bags in the hall a few times. He never stuck around much, and it was a shame to Barry. He’d never had an alpha talk to him, so he never actually knew how a courting process looked or felt like. Even though Thawne never told Barry his name the younger was interested. So when Thawne asked him to a party Barry agreed to go with him…biggest mistake of his high school career.

They’d been at the party for a couple hours and a few drinks in when Barry felt dizzy. He’d been worried it was early heat onset, so he allowed Thawne to drive him home, except he didn’t take him home. He took him to an abandoned parking lot of what was once Central’s most popular lovers lane.

Barry begged and cried as Thawne deflowered him without a care, then dropped him off at home with a threat. He told Barry if he ever told anyone he’d come back and kill him and his foster sister. Barry kept quiet for months until he started to show. Thawne hadn’t used any protection and Barry wasn’t on his pill, resulting in a child. The omega was scared and didn’t want to get rid of it, so he decided to become a young parent.

When he was five months and very noticeable the questions began. Who was the father? Why didn’t he know who the father was? Where was the alpha? Why wasn’t he mated? Then the name calling began when he couldn’t give answers. Slut, whore, loose. Barry was hurt by the names, even though his friends defended him, it still hurt.

He’d met Len the same month. He’d transfer from Keystone to Central and they hit it off. He was a Junior and an alpha, which took Barry a while to get use to. He had grown a fear of alpha’s after Thawne, the older still giving him a possessive look when Barry passed by. He’d cornered Barry when he started showing, trying to get him to have an abortion, but Barry wanted to keep his child. That’s how a lot of the name calling spread.

Len hadn’t believed any of that. He saw how Barry flinch away when he got to close, keeping a good distance until the day Barry trusted him enough. When Len had transferred he hadn’t come alone. His sister Lisa, a sophomore and omega, and his friend Mick, senior and alpha. They had gotten to know Barry to. Lisa instantly knew something was wrong the way Barry was acting towards alphas. She told her brother, so Len was careful with Barry, let him make the first move. So when Barry started holding his hand Len got the hint. He trusted him, he let Len hold him, and he let him touch his belly, which is one of the best consent an alpha can receive. Barry starts to tell him how his foster dad was designing a nursery for the baby. During this talk Len was joking that he was so big it may be twins, Barry however, looked as though reality hit him.

That’s how Len ended up going to the clinic with Barry. The younger had feared going and had managed to avoid it up until this point. Sure enough there were two babies, two boys. Barry cried, cried in fear and joy. Len was there to help, pampering him till he relaxed. It was towards the end of his sixth month their low-key relationship became public. Len would walk Barry to class, the younger thanking him with a kiss. Lisa and Mick teased him, but Len didn’t care. Barry was interesting, strong, smart, and the nicest person he’d met in a while, so what’s happening to his he didn’t deserve.

It was during Barry’s seventh month that Barry sat his boyfriend down and decided to tell him the truth about Thawne.

Barry sat down on a bench outside on the school campus, the stone rather comfortable for his predicament. Len helped him sit down now that he was twice the average size. Barry grabbed his hands, looking around in case he saw Thawne. In the clearing Barry began talking.

“At a party a friend of Thawne’s was hosting I drank a few drinks. Thawne had been kind to me, bringing me drinks, and not leaving me alone for certain periods of time. He drugged me and took me out to that old lovers lane. I didn't…he kept…I cried and begged him to stop, but he just did it over and over again. I hadn’t taken my suppressants or birth control because I decided to have my heat that time. I didn’t think anything until I got sick and kept getting bigger.”

“Did you tell anyone else?” Len said, holding Barry’s hands tightly as the rage danced in his eyes.

“No, he threatened me and my sisters lives. I just thought he was really into me…I played the fool and paid for it.”

“No, you are not to blame. That sick fuck is to blame.” Len growled, watching the doors to see if he saw the alpha. He was sure if he walked out right now Len would knock him out. Society frowned on a lot of thing, most pertaining to the treatment towards omegas after the Omega Rights Movement. The rape and impregnating of an unwilling omega is an offense the jury won’t take two seconds deliberating. Len turned back to Barry, reaching out and wiping away his tears. “You need to tell your dad, he works for the cops.”

“He’ll be mad at me.”

“I’ll go with, I promise he won’t be angry.”

“But…Iris.”

“He will protect her, and Mick can protect her here. Barry…please. You don’t deserve to be called a whore.”

“I might love you.” Barry’s eyes glowed as he leaned over and kissed Len.

“I’m okay with that.” Len said, bringing a hand up to weave through Barry’s hair. His wrist was grabbed midair, grabbing both of their attention. The face of senior Malcolm Merlyn, smiling back at them. Behind him stood Thawne, Barry gripping the hand he still held in fear. He looked at Barry, smirking at him.

“What do you want Merlyn?” Len said, ripping his hand away from the other man. It came to a test on Barry’s waist, pulling him closer out of instinct.

“I just heard you guys made it official. Your courting him, right?” Merlyn asked, smirking down at Barry. “You could do so much better.”

“What the hells that suppose to mean?” Len said as Barry leaned over, tucking himself into the crook of Len’s neck. His scent comforted him and distracting him from Thawne’s eyes and smile.

“Well he’s an unmated omega that’s pregnant. He won’t have much of a future since he has to raise a kid. Barry sighed, Len running a hand up and down his back.

"He’s a whore.” Thawne said, Len glaring at the other man. “He doesn’t even know the alpha of the child.” Barry curled in closer, trying to ignore the word, but couldn’t. Len wasn’t going to let them bully his omega like that, and the one thing he said had an effect.

“I’m the alpha.” Merlyn and Barry both looked shocked, Len holding the younger close. Thawne looked pissed off, not a normal pissed off, an alpha pissed off. Len could tell he was territorial over Barry’s twins, having another alpha take them as his own was pissing him off. Thawne looked ready to fight, Barry curling back up against him. “He’s not a whore, and he has a future waiting after college for him.” Len said, smiling victoriously at the two men, Thawne’s eye twitching.

“You weren’t even around when he got pregnant!” He growled, surprising Malcolm.

“We’ve been on and off since I lived in Keystone. Decided I should be responsible and move here to help Barry.”

“Then why haven’t you stepped up before?!”

“Barry wanted space, he still doesn’t want people to know.” Len said, kissing Barry on the shoulder. “Why do you care so much?” Len asked, glaring at Thawne.

“Something doesn’t add up.” Thawne said, the conversation cut close when Joes pulled up in his car. Barry and Len stood up, the older helping him stand.

“What’s your name?” Thawne raised an eyebrow, looking from Barry to Len.

“Eobard, most just call me Thawne.”

“Okay Thawne, stay out of this.” With the Len led Barry to the car, Barry curling up against him.

“You shouldn’t have done that. Your life is ruined now.”

“I will care for you and these babies Barry.”

“You can go to school for engineering, I’ll withdrawal next year so you can get a degree.”

“No, we will both get our high school degrees and go to college. If you have to take online classes so be it. I’ll watch the twins while you go to school.”

“What about work?”

“I have a job set up that will get us through. Relax, it will be fine.” The stopped by the car, Barry hugging Len.

“Come home with me. I’ll tell Joe.”

“Alright, Mick’s taking Lisa to her ice skating practice.”

“Len…thank you.” Barry said, pecking his boyfriend on the cheek, ready to face Joe. Len smiled, opening the car door, helping Barry climb in.

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sclfmastery · 7 years

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If the Doctor found out that the Master was dead...

//That helped some.

Musing. That was all the Doctor did. He lay on the rocks of some mountain top on a planet with an orange sky. Oh yes, there is more than one with a sky the color of eternal sunset. Suddenly he gasped, his mouth fell open when a surge of pain compressed his lungs, his hearts, his mind. His back arched unnaturally and he tried to scream. Tried to utter at least some kind of sound that would make the pain more bearable. Maybe more reasonable. But there was no reason here. Quickly following the pain was a darkness of the mind, as if certain areas of his brain just decided to stop functioning. As if for no good reason he stopped being a sentient being for just the fraction of a moment.

But there was a good reason. The Doctor wasn’t sure why he knew. After all, they had never accepted a mutual, deep bond between each other. Still he knew. The nagging, yet warm, painful, yet comforting, despicable, yet so lovable presence in the back of his mind was gone. Whatever trace the Master had left in the Doctor’s mind over all those years, was gone.

Sudden frantic action followed the pain and the darkness. The Doctor, running to his TARDIS, slamming random coordinates into the console, pressuring her to find her sister. The Master’s ship. “Come on, come on, come on.” Gone the pain, as quickly as it had come. Gone the darkness, replaced by flashes of the fastest thoughts, the maddest connections, the most irrational ideas and possibilities. “Don’t think you can trick me. Trap me with this.” Oh but the Master could. If he wanted. If actually, he still was capable of doing anything.

The TARDIS stopped and out ran the Doctor, his soul so far ahead of him that his mental powers banged against the Master’s TARDIS long before the Timelord reached it. Open! OPEN! It shouted in growing despair. Fists banging against a locked door. A door that was big. Too big to be convenient. Oh no, you don’t. You wouldn’t dare. Not again!

Something in his mind told him to use his sonic screwdriver. The door opened as if it had never been locked. You did that for me, didn’t you? So I can always get in. Oh you…

Hasting through the door, his eyes searching the console room, the Doctor almost stumbled over the body that lay hunched over against the wall.

“Come on. I’m here. You have what you wanted. Don’t know how you did it but I’m here. Stop playing.”

Closer he stepped. Carefully, fully aware of the potential of this other man. But there was nothing. No mental connection, no up and down of the other’s chest, no presence, no soul, no… Master. “No… You wouldn’t do that to me again, would you?” The panic left him and a cold calmness rushed into the Doctor’s hearts and froze them to ice. Unfeeling ice. Yes. Yes, he would. If only to get back at me. No. No, he wouldn’t. Not again. He loves me.

Still the Doctor couldn’t catch a glimpse of the Master’s face and for now he was too afraid to touch him. “Come on… Stop it. Just stop it. Never liked your humor.” A soulless laughter followed by a deep silence. “I’ll leave if you don’t move.” The Doctor reached for his chest. It hurt. His hearts already knew what his mind refused to accept. He couldn’t feel the Master anymore. Not even the fainest echo. His oldest love was dead. “Come on now.” Impatience led to violence and the Doctor jerked the lifeless body around. Fear, shock and the brutal force of realization distorted his face when he stared into the open, dead eyes of his friend. He tried to stumble back, failed, fell. The Timelord caught his breath and as fast as before his hearts, his soul and mind were glazed over with ice and he stopped caring.

There he sat for a day or two, talking to a corpse. “You just had to, hm? You just couldn’t wait. Selfish bastard that you are.” Long, cold fingers tousled blond hair. It took him almost a day until he closed the Master’s eyes. How could he have done it sooner? Only in these eyes did he ever see himself. Truly see himself. Who was he without that one mirror that never distorted?

It was on the third day that the Doctor realized that he was freezing. The TARDIS had turned the heat down to preserve her master as long as possible. “I miss you.” Simple words but they allowed the Doctor what he hadn’t been capable of until now. They allowed him to talk. He always found comfort in talking and so now it seemed to be the only reasonable refuge he had.

“I miss you. I cannot believe that you did this to me.” At some point on the second day the Doctor had taken Koschei’s hand. By now he would have to break his fingers to loosen the stiff, ice cold grip. “I was always more to you than I accepted to believe. And equally, you were the one who made me. The one who saved me. How ironical that you, the madman, would be the one to save the Doctor. But it is more than that, isn’t it? I was a stupid and arrogant child with nothing to loose and really not much to gain. And then came you. You admired me from the beginning and I still don’t know why. I wasn’t on a very good path. I killed. And you, gentle and loyal soul that you were, you saved me. When I started running, you ran with me. The omega to my alpha. My sun. A bright sun consuming itself in its fire just to allow me, your moon, to shine a gentle and mysterious light onto this universe. You healed my soul every time you let me win against you. Oh, did you think I didn’t know that half of the times your perfectly manufactured plans had little flaws, hidden like precious gems for me alone to find. Those were the diamonds gave me in all those years of our relationship. You, guardian of my dreams. You always knew why I was running. That I was equally running from and running to. That my dreams were not of greatness, but of hope, of beauty and truth. And you made sure that I would always find it. You created such hopelessness for me that it in itself turned to hope. You couldn’t find Martha in that one year? You who build a paradox machine couldn’t find a simple human girl? You’ve never been a good liar. Keeper of my hearts. You… you beautiful, mad, wonderful and completely insane man. I do love you. I do because it kept me alive, kept me going. Knowing that you were out there gave me reason to believe in more than I was. Constantly fighting with you gave meaning to myself. It approved and even improved me.” The days went by and the Doctor talked and talked until his lips and throat started bleeding. After seven days his monologue was interrupted by brief periods of uneasy sleep and still he couldn’t let go of his hand. “If you could only feel my hearts. One of them is beating slower than the other. It hurts. It’s so cold in here. I’m sorry I always rejected you. Sorry, I always blamed you. I’m sorry I killed that boy. I’m so sorry.” His words became profounder in their meaning yet simpler in their choice. On the 10th day his throat was so roughed up that speaking alone brought tears to his eyes. Yet he continued. “I’ve been yours ever since you took the blame for his death. You’ve been mine ever since you sacrificed your future for me. Yours. Always. Mine. Always.” Sleep and waking periods followed each other faster and faster until the Doctor was reduced to a semi-conscious dream state. And still he talked. The words raw with emotion, blood running from the corners of his mouth and drying on his lips and chin. “Won’t leave you this time. I love you, Koschei.”

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This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to read. I know that a good part of this comes from your own recent personal loss. I’m so sorry for what your have grieved, which I can, to some extent, understand. But not fully. So I weep on your behalf, and I pray for you. To address just one thing: No. He would not purposefully do that to him again. It was an accident.

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silly-little-nerf-header · 7 years

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@katsudon-fatalexeros my writing partner

Trigger warnings continue in this chapter. Mentions of his miscarriage and depression. Emotional hurt/comfort

They were finally home, cuddled into their bed with sated smiles on their faces. Viktor's mine still going over things and trying to find the best way to tell him. "Yuri." His voice soft as he curled around his mate. "We need to talk about something" He was lightly running his hands through his hair

Yuri let those copper optics travel to the older males face a content look on his own."What is it Vitya?"Yuri hadn't asked to look at his charts just went by what the doctor and Viktor had told him.

He sighed softly, closing his eyes before he let out a shaking breath. "I'm not sure how to word this." He moved, lightly laying his hand across Yuri's stomach. "When you fell..." His voice feeling with quilt. "You... we... lost the baby."

Yuri looked down at Viktor's palm confusion crossing the younger male's face."Viktor I wasn't pregnant."But even his voice sounded unsure has palms raised his shirt to look for something that told him what was happening He shook his head slowly. "You were. when you... when you fell flat on your stomach on the ice it caused a miscarriage. The doctor said it was highly unlikely you would have been able to carry it full term." His eyes filled with tears

Yuri looked down at his stomach mind going over the events and the hospital. He was pregnant....but that he had taken birth control hadn't he. Slender digits held his stomach."You let me...knowing I had just lost a baby."Yuri looked down slightly ashamed of himself

A frown crossed Viktor's brows. Suddenly feeling the shame wash over him as well. he didn't know what to do or where this would take them but his mind was racing. It hurt... deep in his bones. He moved slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands

Yuri looked around the room before focusing solely on the floor, how had he gotten that way with neither of them knowing a thing. Palms pressed flat to the mattress has he moved telling an omega something like this could through their mood off."Would we have kept it, had we known

Viktor's head shot up at such a question but didn't turn. "I... I wouldn't had mind having something that was us." His voice cracked slightly as he slumped his shoulders. "I would... I would have hoped we would have."

Yuri's palm placed over his stomach and loss reflected in normally clear eyes. Yuri wished he hadn't been told at the moment, his own body seemed to be shaking. Even Viktor's accent which he normally found calming did nothing."Why...."A slight shake another question he didn't want answered.

He tilted his head before he looked back at his mate. "Why?" The question lingered in the air between them. He had more answers than he did questions. He wanted nothing more than to wrap Yuri in his arms and hold him but he wasn't sure of the comfort was wanted... least not by him

Yuri sat on the bed clearly lost in his own head before he spoke."I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."That was possibly the most Yuri he could sound, rather he meant the jump or birth control he was just sorry his head hanging down

"Sorry for what. I would not have minded a child." There was a soft smile on his lips as he spoke but he still didn't dare to look back at his mate. "I still want children."

"The chance for me to have a successful pregnancy after already losing one...well it's cut in half."Yuri wasn't wrong male omega's carrying to term were hardly heard of."I might not be able to give them to you

"If we can't have children, Yuri, that doesn't mean I don't love you any less. Maybe even more." The shame and guilt were strong in his tone as he spoke. "If wouldn't leave you over such a reason." He still sat with his back turned to his mate.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of you know Viktor. This was my fault, I shouldn't have pushed you to skate."Yuri's tone wasn't cold but he didn't sound like he was there in that moment, in fact it was all he could do not to break down in tears

He sighed softly. The want to comfort his mate was far to strong for him to deny anymore. It was getting to the point of painful as he moved, wrapping his arms around his love and whispering soft apologies in his ear

Yuri just laid there something about lack of will seemed to be present. He adored Viktor but in the moment he didn't know what he was feeling, his features merely looked sad

He just held him, comfort was what his body was screaming at him so that's what he did. He was sure the next few days were going to be tough for both of them but he would stand by Yuri no matter what

Yuri moved closer slender digits curling through silver locks and suddenly he didn't feel like skating any more. A soft sigh gaze dropped he looked vulnerable

The silence between the two of them was drawn out, killing him in a way he didn't think it would. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he pressed a kiss to Yuri's temple and held him close.

Yuri's fingers moved slowly his own head tilting u0 for a brief kiss."Did he say why the birth control and suppressants stopped working?"

He shock his head slightly. "No... he didn't." He threaded his fingers through soft ebony hair and sighed softly. "I just don't want you to blame yourself. We couldn't have known or even thought."

"I took them like I was supposed to."A soft whine and he collapsed in the other male's arms a mess of emotions he couldn't even explain. How could he want something...how could he mourn something he had never knew he wanted in the first place

He couldn't help the smile that crossed his lips. "Yuri, this was a wonderful and sorrow filled thing that happened. the thought that we could have children is a joy in itself " He squeezed the smaller male tight against him, letting Yuri ride out whatever he needed too

Yuri stayed that way until he seemed to fall asleep whimpering in the older male's arms. They would have to go discuss the younger males next options when things got better

It wasn't long after Yuri had drifted off that Viktor seemed to rest himself but it was an uncomfortable rarest to say the least even if he were wrapped in Yuri's arms. His own emotions being held in check while he took care of his mate

The next morning Yuri seemed to stay in bed, refusing to move simply stating he didn't feel well. Curled in bed and showing no interest towards anything

Viktor didn't blame him, he didn't feel like moving himself and couldn't help the small sigh that escaped his lips. As much as he wanted to stay in bed, curled up against Yuri's side, he couldn't bring himself too. They would get through this, that much was sure

With the weight shift Yuri said nothing slender digits playing with the sheets, he shouldn't feel depressed over this should he. Moving slowly he pulled the blanket close a soft whine leaving him every so often

He frowned with every little noise that he could hear escape his mate. He made them some soup before he returned to the bedroom. it might have been something fruitless but he wanted Yuri to at least eat something

Yuri thanked him but the food was left untouched a small whine from his throat. His mind was stuck looking into why he was upset more than the actual reason

"Yuri." His voice soft as he laid down beside his mate. "You have to try to eat something." He carded his fingers through soft ebony hair and gave a small smile.

It was a soft shake of no has he rolled over and closed his eyes, this would pass to Yuri just needed to process himself. What he truly needed was to forget why he was so upset

He nodded, letting Yuri slip from his arms as he did nothing more than lay beside him, he didn't think that he could do anything more than that

It went by like this for almost a week until Yuri had went to the doctors and got himself checked. They promised a lack of the proper vitamins and such is what had him feeling so lost.

Viktor waited, nodded when Yuri had told him what the Dr had said and wrinkled his nose. a that couldn't be right. They had made it back to their apartment where Viktor started to busy himself with making lunch

Yuri was sitting alone at the table palms playing with the new prescription in hand. New suppressants to his heat yet he didn't really know if he wished to take them. A small frown plastered on his features did he even want to take them his next heat wasn't so far enough now."Do you want me to take them?"

He blinked a few times when he heard Yuri utter those words. He slice of meat in the pan being flipped over before he answered. "No. I don't want you to suppress yourself anymore, Yuri but it isn't really my call." He turned flashing him a small smile

Yuri flushed at the comment."You don't want me to suppress the heats, aren't they well a bother Viktor."Soft words has his palms moved slowly against the table

"Nothing about you is a bother." He smiled softly, taking the pan off the burner and moving to stand behind his mate Yuri moved slowly his fingers drumming against the table a soft smile on his face. Things were still mulling around but he needed to know Viktor's honest opinion on suppressing his heats or not

"What do you feel about the situation?" He sat his own plate sown before getting them both a drink. Sitting in front of him he reached to inspect the bottle of pills

"That's not what I want to answer Viktor, I want you to weigh in on this."His words barely there has slender digits played with the table

He stared at the bottle and places them between them. "I want you to stop taking them. as helpful as they are, they are also very dangerous." He took a drink of water

"My heat starts next week you're due to travel at that time aren't you?"Yuri vaguely remembered Viktor had promised something to one of their friends

He arched a brow. "Plans can be changed, Yuri." He slide his arm over and placed it on his mates hand. "Do you truly wish to bond with me?"

Yuri stilled his head tilted to the side, they had never talked about bonding. Head hung down has he slowly figured it wasn't that he didn't want to bond he just didn't know yet."We've never talked about that Viktor

"Isn't now as good a time as any." He let a smile cross his lips. "I've read some.on it and bonded, you're heats won't be as bad as they are now. You wouldn't have to worry."

Yuri looked at him in the most pitiful way possible, snatching his palm away."It's not supposed to be something you do because it makes sense. It's supposed to be out of more than it'll make my heats better."

He frowns, hurt closing his eyes at Yuri's reaction before they were quickly masked once again. "That I love you, I want to keep you safe and that you are mine." His alphaness was coming out and he hated it

Yuri could feel the need to submit."Then make it sound like that's why you want to bond with me."Yuri was still hurting in his own way, and the reason Viktor had proposed for bonding had left him saddened

He sighed softly. "It was a poor choice of word." He blinked and look at the table. "I'm afraid, Yuri." The confusion was whispered softly

#viktuuri #our musings #miscarriage mention #trigger warnings #depression #yuuri katsuki #Viktor Nikiforov #yuuri on ice

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Eight-Pack - Part 6

(Master post)

Sam does not have a lot of time to consider what Clint and Bucky kissing means before Natasha trudges into his room. He has been looking through some paperwork for one of the vets from his support group, his wandering mind making it harder. Natasha looks pretty pissed off, and Sam is worried it might be because he poked fun at her in the chat earlier. He’d rather not be on her bad side.

She gestures to his phone that is lying face down on his desk. “Did you see that?”

She saw his answers so far, so there is probably more. He picks up his phone, and now, there are pictures of Steve and Tony making out too. He looks at them until a pillow hits him square in the face. Natasha holds it in hand still, brandishing it menacingly.

“You told me to look!” Sam defends himself.

“Have you all gone hormonal?”

“Can I not just be happy for them?”

“You don’t smell like ‘just happy for them’.”

Sam is pretty sure it’s a bluff. She has no enhanced senses, and he is not that influenced by the photos. He can admit that both were hot enough, but that’s it. He is a normal, healthy alpha, there is no shame in it.

“What is the problem, Natasha?”

“Thor and Bruce are snogging in the kitchen.”

Sam doesn’t know what to react to first, Natasha saying snogging or that there seems to be a trend here.

She throws the pillow back on the bed as if that had offended her too. “Will I now walk into that everywhere?”

“We sure can make rules for it. If you have a need for something, you can ask for it. That is the rule that led us to this point after all. And asking people to reduce their PDA is not an undue request.”

“But that’s not the point!”

Sam is at a loss. He got why Natasha held some ambivalence toward Clint and Bucky suddenly making out. Clint and Natasha had the closest relationship of any of them before that whole pack thing started. Sam was still not sure if they were only friends or lovers or something else altogether, but it was also not his place to ask about that. He has no idea why she seems so pissed at Tony and Steve and Thor and Bruce.

Well, someone has to do the hard work in this tower. “Help me out here. What would make you happy again with the situation?”

His hands wander up to cradle her head on instinct. Her kissing intensifies as if she is afraid he might use the hold to pull her away, but that is as far away from his mind as possible. He is surprised when she does pull back.

“Don’t dare put those scent glands anywhere near my skin!” At the same time, she rubs her wrists all over his arm and sneaks one hand under his t-shirt.

“Hypocritical much?” he asks but has to smile through it. He has an idea where this is coming from.

“Shut up!” Nat underlines the instruction by closing her mouth over his again. Sam contents himself with letting his hands roam over Nat’s clothed shoulders and back and due to the enthusiastic response even drops them to her ass.

Nat smells… hot. There are many layers to it but that is what Sam makes of it. He knows some of the scents, as they have become closer over time. Trust, contentment, something that smells like family and home. But now there is also a whole lot of longing, arousal, and slightly aggressive omega.

They get interrupted by JARVIS. “Mr. Barton and Mr. Barnes have returned and are requesting your presence in the kitchen. I understand they brought a treat for everybody.”

Bucky kisses Clint one last time in the elevator. The team reacted very positively but getting a picture is different from having all that live and in color. Clint’s thoughts obviously are running a similar course, and he does a quick check of his clothes before they enter the kitchen.

Thor and Bruce are already there, and Natasha is dropping in through the other door.

“I hope you have an appetite. The portions they make at Thor’s favorite place are ginormous,” Clint says and drops the bag he is holding on the table.

“They make quite adequate portions,” Thor answers with a grin and starts to pull the goods out.

Natasha walks past them, halts, and makes one step back to take a whiff of Bruce’s neck. Then she walks past as nothing happened. Bruce draws up an eyebrow and looks over at her. “Any comments, Romanov?”

“No, I would never,” she singsongs, and Bucky has a clue what is going on.

Sam enters the kitchen while Clint steps over to Thor. “You smell like you used Bruce as a pool towel.”

Thor answers by giving him a hug that shortly lifts him off the floor. “Now, you do too.”

Clint splutters, and meanwhile, Sam walks the far way around to come to stand next to Bucky, a little bit off the rest. It takes Bucky a while with the sheer chaos the kitchen is in (Steve and Tony come in at some point both still looking a bit disheveled; Nat pokes fun at Clint, Bruce, and Thor alternatingly; Clint comes back over and Bucky carefully wraps an arm around him making sure that his scent stays on there, together with Thor’s and Bruce’s), but finally, he notices that he can smell Natasha who is by now sitting between Steve and Tony at the other side of the table. It takes him another moment to notice that the scent is not coming from that direction. He slowly turns his head towards Sam, who just lets out a deep breath and shrugs his shoulders.

Bucky turns back to the conversation going on, deciding that he will ask later. Or not at all. This is going fast enough; he can wait if they are not ready to tell. Natasha is very obviously not being scrutinized by any of the others. There is something more to it than Thor and Bruce making out the first chance they get. Well, not the first chance they get but after Clint and Bucky demonstrated how it is done. He smiles to himself.

When the ice cream is polished off, and Tony and Natasha opt for a nap on the couch, that Clint, Steve, Thor, and Bruce get roped into, Sam says he wants to get a round of training in, and Bucky agrees. With the level of sugar going through his system right now, that sounds like the perfect idea. Sam manages to slip out while Bucky is held up by Clint, who uses the moment of them being alone again, to climb on Bucky’s lap and kiss him long and thoroughly goodbye.

“This is a thing now, right? The kissing? That is not a one-time ice cream date thing?” he asks a bit too fast for it being only a joke.

“If I take you for ice cream every time I want to kiss you, Tony better open a shop somewhere in the tower.”

“Don’t give him ideas,” Clint says and gives him one final peck before following the rest to the rec room.

When he makes his way down to the gym locker room, Sam is just getting out of the shower.

“You shower before training now?” Bucky asks knowing full well why. But it is too good a chance to pass up.

Sam just rolls his eyes and walks past him with a sigh. “I have officially lost any clue what’s going on.” He gets dressed in silence, while Bucky does the same. “Well, not no clue. There are too damn many clues.”

Bucky keeps his silence. He knows Sam isn’t done. He doesn’t rant often but if he does it’s a proper one.

“Like you go out to get ice cream and come back, smelling like you and Clint should disappear in a room and not come out for a few days…”

Bucky inhales sharply.

“Sorry, man. I don’t mean it like that– but what are we doing?”

“I know what I have been doing. Do you want to tell me what you have been doing with Natasha?”

Sam looks at him, wide-eyed, and just shakes his head. “I would like to survive this day.”

Bucky claps him on the shoulder, and they make their way over to the treadmills. They run in silence, Bucky slowly upping the speed of his machine until Sam is swearing under his breath. He lowers the speed before Sam has to. He is not that much of an asshole.

Bucky goes for the weights, not looking back if Sam is following, but satisfied when he hears his footsteps behind him. Bucky gestures for him to lie down on the bench and starts preparing his weights. They have done this more often in recent weeks. Not when the others are around, but with the new team dynamic, they find themselves alone in the gym together regularly while the others are spending time with each other at something else than working out and training. Bucky enjoys those opportunities.

He picks the barbell up to put them in Sam’s hands. Using the five reps during which Sam can’t easily interrupt, he says, “If you want to talk about it, Nat can’t blame you for that. And I won’t be telling her either.”

“She has her ways of knowing.” Sam puts the weights back in the hold himself.

“That’s what she wants you to believe. Jarvis, where is Natasha?”

“Ms. Romanov is on the common level, in the large common room between sir and Thor and below Mr. Barton.”

“See?” Bucky grabs the weights again and hands them to Sam. “You don’t have to tell me, but it’s okay if you want to. They have their cuddle pile, and we have the gym.” He takes the weight again after five more reps.

“We are usually part of the cuddle pile,” Sam answers in between deep breaths.

“Yeah, alright. Do you want me to hug it out of you?” Their eyes connect for a moment, and Bucky has to swallow and evaluate why he said that.

“On a normal day, I would say yes, but… Okay.” He scrubs a hand over his face. “Nat kissed me.”

“I smelled that.” That can’t be the complete story. “With everything else that happened today that is not something to be secretive about? Or what am I missing?”

“Exactly,” Sam said, grabbing the weights again. Bucky has to stop him after six reps. He is not sure if Sam lost count or decided it was the best way to avoid talking further.

He waits for Sam to go on. “She rubbed her wrists all over me and threatened me to keep my glands off of her–- and I even get that part. It’s not hard to tell where that is coming from, but…”

Bucky just waits.

“What are we doing? Nat had obviously something to say about Clint and you.”

Bucky never made the fact that Clint and Natasha’s relationship looked like more than friendship any of his business, and since they all have become that much closer, it hasn’t seemed out of the ordinary anymore. He didn’t even think about it when he kissed Clint. Was that a mistake?

Sam interrupts his train of thought. “Don’t do that. Lord, now I dragged you right in there with me. Nat and Clint are going to be fine. We both shouldn’t blend ourselves that us kissing them has any lasting influence on their relationship.”

Bucky can only agree, but still, part of the worry lingers. He pushes Sam from the bench and lies down himself, taking the weights and doing his twenty reps with them. It is more to take his mind off things than anything else.

Sam asks in the middle of his set, “Does it worry you that you might not be the only one kissing Clint?”

Is Bucky worried? He puts the weights back. He is worried that it means that he doesn’t get to do it anymore. Or that it means Nat somehow has to forego it.

“It feels like it should, but it worries me more that he might stop?”

Sam looks at him with little surprise. “You know what that means?”

Bucky lets his head fall back to the bench. “We have to talk about it?”

“We have to talk about it,” Sam echoes.

#eight pack AU #OT8 #Natasha/Sam #Bucky/Clint #Sam Wilson #natasha romanov #Bucky Barnes #clint barton #Steve Rogers #tony stark #bruce banner #thor #my writing #fic

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riathelancer · 7 years

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My Prompts #1) Ria/Lyse

They lay there, huffing and puffing, both of them covered in bruises. Ria's were vaguely-fist shaped, and they practically covered her body- she couldn't remember a time when she didn't hurt as much- not even when that bastard Zenos had broken a katana over her stomach. Honestly, she felt like she could have just collapsed for a few days straight, right there in Rhalgr's open palm, staring at the open blue sky. She couldn't help but let out a chuckle, and then a full-throated laugh as she felt the last of the built-up tension leave her body, something she'd desperately needed for the longest time.

“Ria? What's so funny? What're you laughing about?”

That came from the blonde sprawled next to her. Lyse was also covered in bruises, though a majority of hers were smaller and rounder than the ones upon Ria. There were a few long and broad ones, where the haft of Ria's practice spear had bashed into her side to knock her away, and there was the heavy one in Ria's side where Lyse's leg had smacked into her to knock her out of the air.

“...just remembering the look on your face you had when you walloped me with your leg and I almost fell off this thing. You pulled me right back, gave me a whack in the ribs, and then spun me away to continue the fight. I feel like a bloody behemoth stomped all over me and then did the Manderville on my head, for good measure.”

That drew a laugh from Lyse.

“A behemoth doing the Manderville... now that I'd like to see. Maybe they'd feature it in the Gold Saucer or something?”

More laughter from both of them, and then they both fell silent, staring up at the blue sky. After some quiet time, Lyse was the first one to speak.

“...so many of us have been lost. Minfilia... Moenbryda... Louisoix... even Papalymo... and now Conrad's gone, too... and I'm in charge of an entire bloody Resistance movement. Ever since I met you in Gridania-”

“That stump, you mean? The one where the Ascian was trying to rile up the Ixal to irritate the elementals something fierce to get them rampaging?”

Lyse nodded.

“Yeah, that one. We found you there after we tracked down some nasty aether, if I remember... and that was when we all met and the like. Things certainly went to merry hell after that, if I do say so myself...”

The touch of bitterness in Lyse's voice caught Ria's attention, and she turned onto her side to look at her first- if not best- friend. Lyse's face still looked the same, but there was a touch of ice and something bitter in her eyes. Ria knew what it was right away- anger, sadness, grief- negative emotions that finally were bursting out of where they'd been stuffed for so long, and did what others had done for her- gently urged her friend to let them out, to finally let go.

“...I'm not trying to blame you, Ria, but it's... it's lonely now. I used to have the rest of the Scions to help me with all this- I'd leave the leading to Minfilia, the thinking to Papalymo and Urianger, and the magic-y to Y'shtola, and the sneaky to Thancred... but now... I'm in charge. I can't ask Papalymo on advice on what to do, and Minfilia, wherever she is, won't tell me where she needs me to go to do the most good. Y'shtola seems... different, and Urianger still buries himself in the Waking Sands, at those tomes of his. We're breaking apart... everybody's going off on their different paths.

The others will find some new corner of the world... and sooner or later there will be some new crisis and even...”

She stopped, but Ria could still hear the upcoming words.

You'll leave me, too.

In absence of anything else to do, Ria did the only thing she could: her hand reached down, and finger-flicked Lyse right on the forehead. That caused Lyse to sit up, in quite a huff.

“Ria, what was that for?!”

“Because you're not thinking things through, Lyse. Yes, I go where I'm needed. I have to. Warrior of Light, and all that. But if you think... for one second... that that means I'm ever going to leave you in the lurch, then I might have hit you one too many times over the head.”

“What?”

“...you're the closest friend I have left, too. You have my linkpearl, and if you ever need me, for anything, I'll come running if I can. No matter where in the world I am, I'll always make time for you. And if you're ever in trouble again- you in general, Ala Mhigo, or you just need a friend to talk things through... I'm just an aetheryte away. You might end up here, running things for the forseeable future... but where there's a crystal, there's a way- and we'll never truly be apart. Nothing's impossible, yet. I’d wager there’s one in the city proper.”

Lyse laid back down onto the statue's palm, and she simply relaxed, the anger finally draining out of her.

“...we'll never truly be alone. I may mostly belong to the world, to help fight its evils... but I can give you a part of me, too. Besides, it's not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon. We still have a nation to free, and I have an imperial arse to kick.”

“...I thought you'd say that.”

Leaning back, Lyse closed her eyes as the sun shone down, slowly warming the stone of the hand.

“...d'you think they can see us? The ones who are gone, I mean. Do you think... they'd be proud?”

Ria looked down and grinned, hiding a smirk under one hand.

“...I think they're proud of you, but you'd better hope they're not looking. I think your dress, um... needs a little something.”

With a look down, Lyse's face reddened, and she rolled onto her stomach to adjust things.

“You're lucky you’re you, Ria. You know, I've kicked people... very hard... for less than that.”

Shaking her head, Ria sat up.

“...if I asked you to teach me how to fight, would it make up for it? Poking things is nice and all, but... I'd love it if you taught me how. I was always jealous of how you moved around, just bouncing around, always somewhere else... and here I am trying to swat a firefly with a stick, it feels like.

Having adjusted her dress, Lyse sat up herself and leaned onto Ria's shoulder.

“...only if I can get you to wear an Ala Mhigan fighting dress while we're doing it- if you're going to see me, I get to see you!”

That... left Ria a bit speechless, before Lyse stood up and started laughing.

“Kidding! Ria, you ought to see the look on your face! Ha! Oh, I needed that... of course I'll teach you to fight, my friend. Our lessons might be far apart... but it'd be my honor to teach you everything I know.”

Offering Ria a hand, Lyse pulled the miqo'te to her feet and they laughed, the sound spiraling up to the sky as they greeted the new day.

Two weeks later...

The battle had gone surprisingly well- what with Zenos essentially deciding that he had to use the Empire's new toy, the Resonator, to merge with Shinryu, which they'd been holding captive. It had been a hard fight, and Ria was finally free of most of the injuries she'd suffered in the fighting.

Returning to her chambers in the palace (they'd all agreed the Resistance needed an outpost in Ala Mhigo proper, and the castle was right there), she was shocked to find a bundle wrapped in cloth sitting on her bed, a penned note sitting on top of it.

Your first lesson is at seven bells. I'll be by to help you dress! - Lyse

Shaking out the package... revealed a fighting dress, much the same cut as Lyse's, if in a different design- only this one was in a green hue, one that Ria noticed brought out her eyes and contrasted beautifully with her hair.

Was this really just a friendship...? And just how did Lyse know her sizes and everything- well, she was going to have words with a certain lalafell, that was for sure. But the most pressing problem...

“How do I put this damned thing on?”

OOC: I loved everything they did with Lyse, right from the beginning of the reveal back in 3.whatever. Given that Ria started as a lancer out of Gridania, and she was essentially mentored by her and Papalymo into the Scions, my headcanon for my run was that they were close, and they only got closer as friends after Papalymo sacrificed himself to shut up Shinryu for a good long while so we could chase down Omega and all that happy chocobo stuff. Stormblood is really where she came into her own as a character, and I pictured Lyse and Ria as some sort of “slam sisters” - like bash brothers, but female- and they’d grow close over the battles.

I might continue this one, I love how they bounce off each other!

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colormalec-blog · 7 years

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yoonseok fic rec

these are mostly fluff and smut and none of them are mine, please enjoy :)

—— •All Them Eye Lines by 2kitsune http://archiveofourown.org/works/3902884

‘You’re the one person who can do my elaborate stage makeup so every night you spend a half an hour in close proximity to my face and I am distressed’ AU

• Fated To You (It’s Pretty Great) by infinitizeit http://archiveofourown.org/works/3604311

‘All day Hoseok dreams about his soulmate’

• ETA: 7:35AM EST by imasinner http://archiveofourown.org/works/6201334

“I made a horrible impression in the airport and thought I’d never have to see you again, but I just found out you’re in the seat next to me for the entire flight”

• You’re A Fineapple by infinitzeit http://archiveofourown.org/works/4280814

‘Hoseok has bad pickups, Yoongi has bad insides.’

• Sew Your Heart To My Sleeve by inkingbrushes http://archiveofourown.org/works/4634118

'Yoongi kisses Hoseok to shut him up and it definitely should be weird but funny enough, it’s wonderful instead.’

• And All This Devotion (I Never Knew At All) by inkingbrushes http://archiveofourown.org/works/4760861

'Maybe Yoongi is actually really kind of fucking gone for his best friend.’

• Heart Clap, We Skip A Beat. by cowntdown http://archiveofourown.org/works/6576211

'yoongi has a fanboy crush one of the school’s best dancer. unfortunately, he can’t dance, is extremely shy, and is 49 kg of awkwardness, so he can do nothing but watch hoseok from afar.’

• Drive To The Stars by inkingbrushes http://archiveofourown.org/works/4501395

'Reincarnation/Soulmates and Bakery AU where Yoongi bakes and Hoseok stuffs his face with an absurd amount of cookies.’

• Maquillage by imasinner http://archiveofourown.org/works/5924482

'College AU - Hoseok’s roommate keeps drawing dicks on his face, and Yoongi is the only guy on the hall with makeup wipes and foundation. Hoseok is the cute lab partner that Yoongi has had a crush on all semester. Makeup doesn’t usually feel this intimate, does it?’

• This Feeling (This Everglow) by inkingbrushes http://archiveofourown.org/works/6079209

'Hoseok works at a bakery and Yoongi is 1/3 of the country’s biggest band.’

• Think Tidy by nivo http://archiveofourown.org/works/5975691

'Hoseok wins the roommate lottery.’

• How It Starts by rubato http://archiveofourown.org/works/3121427

'Yoongi takes him in carefully, eyes sweeping over him with close attention. Hoseok’s stomach swoops a bit. Yoongi clears his throat before he asks lowly, “Is that what you want, Hoseok? To be quiet, for me? Do you think you can do that?”’

• Three Times Yoongi Tried To Confess And The One Time Hoseok Did by tinykkukkungie http://archiveofourown.org/works/3628536

(basically the title says it all)

• Quite The Fandom (Enter The Mine-Dom) by bcnf3nf http://archiveofourown.org/works/4200189

'Having spent a good five years of his life hopping from one fandom to another, Hoseok would like to think that he is highly experienced at what he does. The thing is, Gloss is something of an exception.’

• Please Don’t Tell My Mum by noonagon http://archiveofourown.org/works/4545087

'They didn’t mean to get caught.’

• Wake Up (To The Sound Of Your Fleeting Heart) by inkingbrushes http://archiveofourown.org/works/9921443

'Yoongi walks into Hoseok’s dreams and it’s surprising, sure, but it’s a surprise that Hoseok welcomes.’

• Sweetheart by sweetlyblue http://archiveofourown.org/works/9861500

'Hoseok is a camboy. Yoongi is his boyfriend. Yoongi doesn’t mind it at all. No, no really - he doesn’t mind it at all, at all, and he’s not adverse to seeing where Hoseok’s plan will take them.’

• Night Lights by thedirtunderyourskin http://archiveofourown.org/works/3178907

'In which Hoseok can’t sleep and Yoongi can be thoughtful sometimes.’

• All You Need Is Loaf by deuxoiseaux http://archiveofourown.org/works/6952519

'turns out yoongi has a knack for baking and an eye for the cute guy with a pocketful of terrible baking puns.’

• Zing! Zing! Zing! Went My Heartstrings by deuxoiseaux http://archiveofourown.org/works/6120037

'i’ve been in love with you since you first moved in and i finally built up the courage to knock on your door but when you answered you had just woken up and didn’t have a shirt on so i ran away’

• Bonfire by bulletproof_bad_wolf http://archiveofourown.org/works/5702383

'Anxiety was a fickle, harsh thing, and it had hit Hoseok like a ton of bricks half a year ago. There wasn’t even a reason for it. That was the worst part. He couldn’t blame it on anything. It just existed.

He could see how he was only a small glimmer of the bright light he used to be. Trouble was, he had no idea how to turn that light back on.’

• Guess I’ll Go Sit With Drum Boy, At Least He’ll Know How To Hit by jflawless

'hoseok is the drummer in a shitty band and yoongi likes him anyways’

• (Apartment) Complex Relationship by tiramisu http://archiveofourown.org/works/6124459

'Yoongi and Hoseok are apartment security officers. Their residents might be a little strange, but over time, Yoongi and Hoseok grow to love them (and each other) anyway.’

• Soft Hearts, Electric Souls by madigraye http://archiveofourown.org/works/5900245

'yoongi said he’d stay once and ended up staying each time after.’

• W20 000 PER HOUR by infires http://archiveofourown.org/works/6205093

'Jung Hoseok is food- and cash-starved, and Min Yoongi…just wants someone to eat his birthday cake with him.

• We Go On And On And On by almostblue http://archiveofourown.org/works/4773350

’“I want to try something,” Yoongi murmurs, almost to himself. Hoseok opens his eyes inquisitively, and then he gasps as Yoongi carefully places the ice-cold base of his water bottle on the flat plane of Hoseok’s stomach.’ (basically an incomplete kink fest)

• Violet by hobilu http://archiveofourown.org/works/6973195

'yoongi’s heat is over but not really’

•You’re Not Broken by hobilu http://archiveofourown.org/works/4402739

'he suddenly let’s someone in and they turn into his everything’ (deaf hoseok au)

• A Question Of Luck by bazooklets http://archiveofourown.org/works/6031891

'In which Hoseok has insomnia, and Yoongi has a really really nice voice.’

• The Fifteenth Floor by vangtan http://archiveofourown.org/works/3457532

'Hoseok and Yoongi are interns ready to go through hell, but then they meet each other.’

• Here In Your Arms by taethereal http://archiveofourown.org/works/6490804

'Coffee orders should really come with a word limit. Unless it gives Hoseok another reason to talk to Yoongi, of course.’

• A Touch Of Magic by umji http://archiveofourown.org/works/6176084

'Yoongi liked to think that he was an expert in moving around Hogwarts unnoticed, or as unnoticed as you can be when you belong to one of the darkest wizarding families of the decade.’

• Good Little Omega by skswriting http://archiveofourown.org/works/7402762

’“I need to learn respect? I think it’s time you learn respect,” Hoseok mutters, voice reverberating from deep within his chest and Yoongi can feel the pheromones Hoseok is emitting, the alpha’s scent rolling over Yoongi in waves and Yoongi gasps.’

• Shining Silver by 2kitsune http://archiveofourown.org/works/3208880

'Hoseok notices something different about Yoongi one day, but he can’t figure out what. That is, until he notices the shine of silver coming from inside Yoongi’s mouth, and all of a sudden it’s all Hoseok can think about.’

• Blanket Stains by 2kitsune http://archiveofourown.org/works/3262355

'It’s on the trip back from Busan when it happens, Hoseok’s hand burning hot through the material of Yoongi’s jeans, his lips pressing against the auburn haired idol’s neck. But they have to be quiet, because the other members were only a few mere meters away.’

• Play The Game by sungmin http://archiveofourown.org/works/3546434

'Yoongi and Hoseok get paired together for a class project.’

• I’m The Type To Inspire (Your Boy To Get Undressed Again) by rapsucka http://archiveofourown.org/works/6104515

'Ouija board thinks we should fuck AU’

• Hey Baby Boy (Stop Spinning Me Around And Around) by rapsucka http://archiveofourown.org/works/7307086

'Yoongi’s a bunny, after all, he can’t help feeling vulnerable, especially around wild dog hybrids like Hoseok. He can’t help the way he shakes a little when he talks to Hoseok and the way his voice makes his knees weak and the predatory glint in his eyes making Yoongi ache.’

• 커피 숍 연인 by sonyeondanbiased http://archiveofourown.org/works/4563159

'Yoongi’s sleep schedule is Yoongi’s own business’

• Count To 3 And Lose Control by strangedesires http://archiveofourown.org/works/6051079 'Hoseok does a live stream and Yoongi just can’t keep his hands off of him.’

• I’m Only One Call Away by strangedesires http://archiveofourown.org/works/7323931

’"Just talk to me, hyung. I like your voice.”’

• Permanent by infitizeit http://archiveofourown.org/works/2453306

'Yoongi’s kid is probably a matchmaker.’

• You Should Let Me Love You by infinitizeit http://archiveofourown.org/works/3297743

'Hoseok gets invited to his high school reunion. Yoongi isn’t half as bad as people think. And Namjoon is a little shit, but that’s nothing new.’

• Seize My Careless Heart by willinglywastingmytime http://archiveofourown.org/works/6270451

'yoongi honestly just wanted some company. he just doesn’t understand the implications of texting his boyfriend 'my parents are out of town, wanna come over?’

hoseok is happy to teach him.’

• Like The Cool Kids by infinitizeit http://archiveofourown.org/works/4097896

'Hoseok doesn’t have to be cool, cause Yoongi sure isn’t.’

• He’s A Gentleman by infinitizeit http://archiveofourown.org/works/4314273

'Where Hoseok has an annoying ex and Yoongi is a gentleman.’

• Summertime Romance by infinitizeit http://archiveofourown.org/works/4371425

'Namjoon convinced Yoongi to work at a summer camp, so here he is with a nosy roommate that stirs up trouble and a cute events coordinator that catches his eye.’

(i just realised how many of these are by infinitizeit ejdjxii ooops i love their fics!!!)

• Just Right by infinitizeit http://archiveofourown.org/works/4544241

'Hoseok thinks Yoongi is just right.’

• Ball Is Life (And So Are You) by infinitizeit http://archiveofourown.org/works/4555926

’“honestly you really suck at this sport but don’t worry i’m going to give you private coaching lessons everyday after school”’

• In Stitches by wortmalerei http://archiveofourown.org/works/5473610

'Stupidity sends both Hoseok and Yoongi to the ER, which is where they meet.’

• Up In The Air by ofmindelans http://archiveofourown.org/works/594888

'Hoseok/Yoongi on an airplane: “You fell asleep and i started making funny faces at your kid to keep them amused and the steward mistook us for a couple”’

• Decorate Me Prettily by yoongayhoesuckjin http://archiveofourown.org/works/7130510

'Yoongi blankly stares at his left wrist. Another batch of parallel lines decorating his very pale complexion. Another batch of parallel lines over parallel scars. Another batch of parallel lines revealing how his soulmate is feeling as of the moment.’ (self harm tw)

• Flower Boy by jimins_dongsaeng http://archiveofourown.org/works/6881482

'Yoongi lives across the street from the flower shop, and every day, he catches himself staring at the beautiful boy that works there, marveling at how he seems to make the flowers look brighter. Yoongi has lived on the second story of the building across the way since before the flower shop was there, always wanting the cute boy below to notice him. But he swears there used to be another kid that worked there…a girl…’

• Baby, Baby by jonghyunslisterine http://archiveofourown.org/works/6585889

'Yoongi & Hoseok have to take care of an awfully realistic baby doll for health class.’

#bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #bts smut #yoonseok #yoonseok fic #yoonseok rec #yoonseok fic rec #bts fic #bts fic rec #sope #sope fic #yoonseok smut #yoonseok fluff #im sad bc i had more but the tumblr app is stupidd :((

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