#Arakan Ball Event

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Overwhelmed (Part 1)

(Featuring: @buraibanzai's Burai! <3) Boni warily stood as the chaos began around the event hall. She suddenly felt a hand grab hers. She was pulled, and began running. Burai looked back at her. “Come on, Boni! We have to get out of here!” She continued running, but soon her other hand was grabbed and pulled back.

She hissed in pain as Burai fell back along with her. She looked up to see who had grabbed her. The brown-haired man looked down at her with a smile. His hair began changing. The brown color changed to black, then faded down to a green. Boni struggled to stand, a sharp pain going through her arm.

Kazuki laughed. “Where do you both think you’re going?” Boni tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was firm. He pulled her up. 

Burai let go of her other hand. He walked to Kazuki and placed his hand on the man’s wrist. Kazuki suddenly hissed and let go of Boni. Burai grabbed Boni once again and began running again, towards the balcony.

Kazuki ran after them. They ran out onto the balcony. 

Boni turned just as Kazu lunged at her. She fell backwards. Burai rushed to them, trying to pry him off her. Kazuki clawed at Burai, making him stagger back. He stood up to his full height and suddenly spat at him. His saliva landed on the wound. Burai winced as a burning sensation spread through his arm and chest. He stumbled, his vision going blurry. Boni quickly stood.

As soon as Burai landed in her arms, something snapped.

The one thread helping her keep her composure. 

It snapped. This man wasn’t her father.

He wasn’t a stranger, either.

He was only one thing in her eyes.

An enemy.

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

Different but the Same (epilogue)

tw: mentions of drinking, bad coping mechanisms, jealousy/envy

Word count: 1.8k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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epilogue

“...I can’t return your feelings.” She hesitated. “No matter how much I feel drawn to you, my love for Hajime will always be stronger and it isn’t fair to you or him to take you on as my mate.” 

“I understand.” 

Everything hurt. 

A sudden gust of wind blew the scent of pine over to the two, drawing their eyes to Iwaizumi who was standing by the chain-link fence. “Thank you for allowing me to be the Omega for your pack, Ushijima-san.” He winced at the formalities. “I wish you luck in your future endeavours.” 

Ushijima gave her a stiff nod, grasping her hand softly. He pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Thank you for your kindness, (Name).” 

She gave him a soft smile, nodding at him before escaping from his grasp like water that trickled down cupped hands. The Omega made her way over to Iwaizumi who opened his arms to her. Stepping into them, Ushijima watched as Iwaizumi’s hands fell onto her waist, pulling her flush against him as he pressed the gentlest of kisses to her forehead. 

*****

Wakatoshi Ushijima would always remain in some facet of their lives. She finished the season out with the Shiratorizawa pack, letting their mark fade and leaving a faint scar. On some days, she could feel a lingering ghost of emotion through it, typically more intense emotions after events like when he lost his first professional match. Since the accidental bonding, they’d had a frank discussion about what had happened. He understood her decision, though it had broken his heart. Ushijima never did find another Omega like her. Later, he ended up marking and mating with an Omega he had met while traveling with his professional team, but there were some nights, when he looked at the sky and thought about the strawberry Omega that had slipped away from him. 

Iwaizumi and (Name) both ended up at the same university, both studying some form of sports. Iwaizumi studied sport medicine while she studied sport management with a focus on marketing. This, and the fact that Oikawa played volleyball professionally still, kept them in the loop of the going-ons of volleyball. All three of their fates would forever intertwine with volleyball. The summer after they graduated, Iwaizumi and (Name) got married, with invites extending to both the Aoba Johsai and Shiratorizawa packs. Though she didn’t maintain the mark, the Omega was still always included in Shiratorizawa annual reunions having won their hearts all those years ago. It wasn’t unheard of for both the teams to host reunion plans because of that. Since it was rare for Ushijima to go due to his intense schedule, they never really worried about it but whenever they encountered the Apex Alpha, they were always cordial. 

*****

Gravel crackled under their feet as they went through the pristine white gates, heading to one such gathering. A firm hand laid on her hip, the other occupied with a smaller hand. In her arm was a tray of onigiri, her other hand also similarly occupied with an even smaller hand. “Hey, (Name)! Welcome back to Japan!” 

A dazzling smile made its way to her face as she greeted her old friend. “Well, well, if it isn’t Semi Eita,” she teased. The child on her left, Daitan, held her hands out to the former setter, begging to be carried. “It’s so great to be home.” 

A few years ago, Iwaizumi had moved them out to California for an internship, and that’s where their children had been born. They’d only just gotten back to Japan a year ago.

“Oh wow, you’re getting so big Princess!” He picked up the toddler, spinning her around in greeting. 

“Eita, be careful.” Besides him was his mate, Jen, a lovely Alpha that (Name) had introduced him to from one of her college classes. 

“I’ll be back, love,” Iwaizumi’s gruff voice whispered in her ear, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before he slipped off with their son, Arakan, to join his pack-mates. 

“Uncle Tendou!” Her daughter squirmed in Semi’s arms, reaching out to the red-haired middle blocker as he suddenly appeared at Semi’s shoulder.

“Well well well! If it isn’t my little darling,” Tendou cheered, scooping the child out of Semi’s arms as he ran away. 

“There goes my children and husband,” (Name) chuckled, turning back to Semi and his mate. “How have you two been? I haven’t seen you guys since last Christmas.” He shrugged, a mischievous smile on his face as he placed a hand on his mate’s stomach. (Name)’s mouth dropped, “no, you aren’t!” They both nodded, glee on their faces.

“Twins too!” Semi chirped. His mate playfully shoved him.

“I don’t know how you manage to wrangle those two together. I’m so nervous for when these two little pups join us.” Jen rolled her eyes. “They keep me up at all hours of the night, and I get to send him on all types of late-night craving runs.” 

“Mommy, mommy!” A loud cry pierced the air as Daitan scrambled to her side, begging for the Omega’s attention. A laugh slipped from her lips as (Name) scooped her daughter up, letting her rest against the hip. “Uncle Oikawa is being mean to me!” The tanned setter appeared from the path that the toddler cleared, panting. Glancing around, she noticed Tendou preoccupied with another female. 

“I did not!” 

“Did too! He took the ball from me and wouldn’t teach me how to set.” 

The other former third-years of Aoba Johsai followed the child, jumping in as they made fun of the former captain. Semi and the two Omegas simply laughed at his reddening face. Iwaizumi came over, his hand holding tightly onto the hand of the older male toddler, who had his father’s disposition. His hand found its way to his mate’s waist again, gripping it softly as he pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek. A cry from the boy had (Name) lifting Arakan onto the other side of her hip. 

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His thundering footsteps were followed by softer ones. Her hand clutched at his, nails digging in as a citrus scent bittered in apprehension. It had been years since he had seen his pack-mates, and it had been years since his Omega had met them. The only encounter they had at their wedding had been brief. “You’ll be okay.” His deep voice filled the stagnant air as they walked under the arch. Ushijima Kei, his Omega, pursed her lips at his words but remained silent. As they entered, a warm strawberry scent overwhelmed him instantly. A sigh—almost one of relief—escaped him as his eyes wandered. His jaw relaxed as they found her. Kei’s brown eyes narrowed slightly at his reaction, noticing where his gaze fell. Citrus bittered even more at it, unnoticed by Ushijima. 

“Wakatoshi!” The spell broke as his attention was brought back to Earth, an arm thrown around his shoulder. “It’s been so long!” 

“Hello Tendou.” 

Tendou’s wide smile filled his face as he looked beyond Ushijima, his other arm supporting a young girl. “And this must be your lovely wife, Kei! You look as lovely as you did on your wedding day.” The child squirmed in his arms; Ushijima could faintly catch the smell of strawberries on her. “Off you go darling! You should go bother Oikawa,” he grinned, placing the child down as he gently pushed her in the direction of the setter. He turned back to the couple who watched as the toddler ran off. Oikawa’s loud exclamation filled the air as he scooped the child into a hug.

“Hello again, Tendou. I hope you’re well.” They continued to make small talk as they made their way to the table of food. Ushijima wanted to pick up a bottle of beer but reached for sparkling water instead. Due to his rigorous training schedule, he wasn’t allowed to enjoy small luxuries like that. As he opened the bottle to sip at it, his gaze wandered back onto her. The way the golden rays bathed her made her look like a goddess to him, almost as pretty as Aphrodite in the Greek myths of old. Her laugh tugged at his heartstrings. 

The bitter citrus scent became stiflingly warm. 

“Are you okay?” Ushijima’s gaze shifted back to his Omega, who looked uncomfortable. She shook her head, telling him that there was nothing wrong. He hummed in response. Olive eyes spotted Goshiki. “I’ll be back,” he promised, making his way towards his kouhai. Kei let out a noise of discontent, eyes flitting back to the other Omega. Tendou’s gaze followed hers, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Do you know (Name)-chan?” 

Kei froze, doe-eyes blinking at Tendou. She stammered in response as Tendou grinned benevolently. 

“Don’t worry! She was just our lovely Omega manager in our third-year of high school.” 

Hesitation filled her, citrus scorching his nose. “Wakatoshi seems...taken..with her.” 

“I’m not surprised,” Tendou hummed, sipping at his beer. “They were courting at one point.” He tilted his bottle at (Name) as they watched Iwaizumi rejoin her side. “They’d both marked her at one point, but she ended up choosing Iwaizumi instead.” 

Kei’s mouth ran dry, fist clenching at her side. “I see..” 

They surveyed the couple as the Omega’s laugh carried to them. She watched as (Name) picked up her children. Kei grabbed Tendou’s beer, finishing it off for him as his eyebrows raised at her actions. 

She and Ushijima had been married for years now, having met at one of his practice matches. As a sports medic, she had taped up his fingers when he had accidentally hurt himself serving and since then, he’d started courting her. A loud hiss sliced through the tense, stale air as another beer was opened and downed. 

They had never once talked about having pups. Nor had he ever mentioned his past, let alone the fact that he had courted and marked another woman. 

Her eyes wandered back to her mate, watching his expression. Tendou couldn’t help following her gaze, sighing as he shook his head at his best friend.   

Olive eyes were transfixed on the Omega and her children. Ushijima’s heart had both warmed and cracked at the scene. He had always imagined that she would make a wonderful mother. He just wished that it was his pups that she was carrying. Another pang of envy slipped through him as her (e/c) eyes drifted and met his olive ones. A small smile, meant only for him. Smaller, dark brown eyes swiveled to look at what her mother was smiling at. A tiny fist waved at him, a wide smile that reminded him of her appeared on the toddler’s face. If only he hadn’t let himself get lost along the way, perhaps he could have had a chance. After all, he wasn’t too different from Iwaizumi, was he?

*****

Fun facts:

Arakan means worthy one, hero

Daitan means daring, bold one

Kei means reverence, rapture

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A/N: Holy fuck y’all. I deadass have been working on this for months. If I’m being honest, it was up in the air of who she was going to end up with. Thank you for joining me in this monster of a self-indulgent A/B/O read. I love this type of dynamic, and I was honestly struggling to find good content so might as well, y’know?

How are we feeling? Is this what you expected? What was your favourite part about DBTS?

Please, spam my ask-box with your thoughts/comments/ideas. God I’m so emotional just posting this asdfghjkl

Just like for Lockscreens, I will be permanently opening DBTS Supplements! Feel free to send in your suggestions, ideas, and/or questions about their future. 

If you have any comments about their past, please send them my way too! I’m slowly working on a prequel for DBTS featuring Iwaizumi and (Name).

Major shout-out to everyone who has been reading from the beginning, to everyone who has joined throughout the journey, and especially to @newfriendjen​ (aka Semi’s mate) for always beta-reading for me and for letting me bounce ideas off of her! 

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hehe aito going bonkers aito going ape <3

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Eat What You Kill.

Ball joke ball joke ball joke <3

There’s a lot of cameos in this bad boy, but I’ll only be tagging @boni-kazai-1y for their villain Fujin <3 also this happens pretty early in the attack, so if ur character has pretty much anything going on then, rabid aito is being a freak in the bg <3

Aito fell to her knees behind a table, shaking as she had finally escaped the terror of the party. Her dress tore as she tried to escape the stampeding crowds, and her side felt bruised from the pushing and shoving, but skin hadn’t torn yet. She was still mobile.

Aito crawled between tables, trying to find somewhere to hide when her ankle was grabbed and she was yanked under a nearby table.

“Sweetheart!” He was immediately wrapped up in a hug as Konekomaru held him, weeping as he brushed his hands over her, both seemingly to check for injury and to make sure she was actually there, and not just an illusion. “You’re ok! Please- please stay here-“

“I-I will baby- I will.” Aito huffed, also holding him close as she buried her face in his chest. “I-I’m scared Koneko- I- wh what if someone gets hurt and-“ Aito paused, tears threatening her eyes as she looked around. “W-where’s Ikuto? Koneko- Koneko where is Ikuto?” She asked, looking around as Konekomaru wiped his own tears away.

“I-I don’t know Aito- I haven’t-“

“Silence.” Aito barked in a whisper, looking out from under the table and shaking as she saw him, standing alone as someone stared him down. Aito watched, frozen as time slowed down.

It only took a single step from the villain for Aito to pounce.

He crashed into the man with little skill or grace, but with enough power to knock him over. Aito wanted to yell, to scream, to do anything that would get him away from Ikuto, but all he could make himself do was snarl, a croaking deep within her chest that shook her entire body. She landed on all fours, and for some reason, it clicked. Aito had moved this way before- but this time it felt different. It felt like this was the only way for her to move now. He pounced on the villain before either had an opportunity to think, pinning him down and scratching at him. There was a small fight, the villain grabbing at her arms as Aito tried to slash at him. She finally connected with his skin, and left a gash on his arm.

Something flooded Aito’s senses when he smelled the blood.

Something animal, something primal.

Something that felt much too dark to be human.

He growled again as the villain threw him off, landing on his back and quickly twisting himself back on all fours, tail whipping around in anger. He roared- something he was barely aware of being capable of- and ran back at the villain. She jumped at him, and landed square in his chest.

The villain fell back, and a sickening crack could be heard as his head hit the marble floor.

Aito grabbed his hair and did it again.

She beat his head against the ground with all her might.

She only succeeded twice before her wrists were grabbed.

He grabbed her and held her.

He tried to escape her claws- painful as they were still coming in.

She roared again.

And then something happened.

She felt short of breath.

It felt wrong.

He fought for air.

He knew the villain was doing this.

He still failed to scratch at him.

The room was getting hazy.

He couldn't breathe.

He saw an opening.

The villain was going this.

He could stop them.

There’s the opening.

Take the chance.

Do it now.

Aito has tasted her own blood before.

He has also tasted other people’s blood before.

He has never tasted life before.

Life tasted bitter, and warm.

It felt round and fat in his mouth.

He had bitten into the man’s throat.

He could breathe now.

He had succeeded.

Aito dug his teeth further into the man’s throat.

It felt like her jaw was stuck like that.

She wanted to pull away.

To tear him apart.

She opened her mouth before she moved away.

Blood gushed out of him.

Blood flowed down her chin.

And her dress.

He looked at this man.

He was gasping for his life.

Like Aito was not too long ago.

It didn’t feel like justice.

It felt like a necessity.

Necessity.

He now knows the meaning of necessity.

The villain needs air.

Aito needed something else.

…

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.

Aito had killed him.

Aito had made a man a carcass.

An object.

He had made him, an it.

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.

It would not be a murder.

It would be a meal.

It would have been a necessity.

He needed to kill it.

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.

Aito trotted away on all fours.

Blood dripped off of him.

He tracked handprints of blood away from it.

Away from the carcass.

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.

It felt as familiar as his heart beat.

And yet alien.

It wasn’t him.

It couldn’t be.

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.

She slightly came too.

Still non verbal.

Still so afraid.

But she saw him, and felt just a bit less so.

Aki.

Hiroharu Aki.

He saw him in trouble.

He ran to his aid.

Like a drum in his body that replaced his heart

He could still feel the impulse.

Eat it.

Eat what you kill.

Do not waste.

Eat what you kill.