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kerosene-insomniac · 3 years ago

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To Be So Lonely

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Midoriya Izuku

Warnings: Heavy flirting, kinda aggressive tbh, wing-woman ochako

Word Count for Chapter: 3,270 words

A/N: The song is Bang Bang by Green Day

{0.7} Lemons

“When life gives you lemons, make sure you know whose eyes you need to squeeze them in.”

― Colleen Hoover

K A T S U K I

At this point, Katsuki should be able to tell the difference between a nightmare and a memory. Sadly, though, they often overlapped for him.

Katsuki doesn’t recognize this dream, though.

He’s sitting in a small room that’s barren, aside from a bed with a desk and dresser. Two black garbage bags were placed next to the toddler bed, where a smaller and much younger version of himself sat.

The small boy was no older than five or six, sniffling to himself as he messed with an action figure in his hands.

I don’t remember this.

Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he sat on the floor in front of the boy. The brat didn’t know he was there, so the tears started to flow.

“Katsuki? Where are you?”

Younger-Katsuki froze and immediately started to wipe away his tears. His red eyes were still puffy, but it would go away after a few minutes.

The door to the bedroom opened and an orange light brightened the room. A man, a strong beta, stood in the doorway. His hair was curly and brown, sticking up in odd places as if it was hard to maintain.

His eyes matched his hair, but looked exceedingly kind.

“I see.” The beta mumbled, his eyes flickering to the trash bags. “You still haven’t unpacked?”

Younger-Katsuki hid his previous emotion and huffed, crossing his arms. “Cause I don’t wanna! I don’t have to listen to you, stupid beta!”

I was a dick of a kid.

Instead of of getting angry, the kind beta chuckled and turned the bedroom light on. “Fair enough. Don’t you want to meet the baby?”

Baby?

Younger-Katsuki immediately brightened and shot off the bed. His action-figure was clenched tightly in his hand. “Auntie’s back?! With the baby!”

The beta grinned. “They just came home.”

The small pup screeched and bolted for the doorway, obviously trying to dart past the older man. Before he could, though, the older man stopped him with a gentle hand.

“Hold on, Katsuki.”

Younger-Katsuki stopped immediately, flinching away from the man’s touch as if it had been red-hot. He didn’t look excited anymore, but scared and obviously confused about the warning.

The beta sighed, pulling his hand away from Katsuki’s shoulder. “You’re not in trouble, Katsuki. I was just going to say that you need to wash your hands before you meet Izuku.”

Wait what the fuck.

Dream, then.

Definitely a dream.

“Oh.” Younger-Katsuki mumbled quietly, nodding to himself. “I’ll go wash my hands, then!”

Older-Katsuki, who had been watching the interaction with bated breath, relaxed as the bedroom door closed. Ever so faintly, the older alpha could hear the familiar trill of his morning alarm.

It was morning.

Katsuki’s eyes opened slowly.

His morning alarm pinged next to him on his night-stand, sounding more and more annoying as it bounced around the inside of his skull. The dream, which should have been fading by now, simply played over and over in his head.

Dammit.

Katsuki sat up and turned off his alarm before getting to his feet. He needed to go for a run, which should definitely help him him stop thinking about the green-eyed omega.

Deku.

Something about Deku was stupidly adorable and enticing to Katsuki. The small omega felt familiar and safe, despite the sole fact that they were strangers. Hell, the stupid Deku made it clear that weren’t even friends.

Which hurt way more than it should have.

Katsuki changed into his running clothes, making a mental note to take a shower when he returned. His own scent and pheromones always seemed more potent when he sweat, so it was his duty as an alpha to make sure his pheromones weren’t overwhelming to people around him.

Most wolves hated Katsuki’s scent.

Except Deku.

Even though Deku’s mumbling was incredibly annoying, it was becoming a useful tool to figure out what the shitty nerd was thinking. So when he mumbled about liking Katsuki’s strong scent, the ruby-eyed alpha was more than proud.

He’s fucking delighted.

Katsuki slipped his phone in the pocket of his jacket as Green Day started to blast in his ears. Crisp morning air nipped at his skin as he stepped outside, matching the pastel pinks and blues of the early-morning sky.

It was moments like these that made Katsuki feel calm.

I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager

I wanna dance like I'm on the video

I've got a fever for the violent behavior

I'm sweating bullets like a modern Romeo

Katsuki’s heart pounded as he ran his usual route, stopping every once in a while to allow cars to pass. He always liked running down-town for the simple sights he saw. He always saw something different each morning.

In the corner of his eye, Katsuki noticed the bar that he met a certain omega at. It was crazy that he had spent his whole life so close to Deku, but never actually meeting him.

Bang bang, give me fame

Shoot me up to entertain

I am a semi-automatic lonely boy

You're dead, I'm well fed

Give me death or give me head

Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier

I testify like a lullaby of memories

Broadcasting live and it's on my radio

I've got my photobomb, I've got my Vietnam

I love a lie just like anybody else

Bang bang, give me fame

Shoot me up to entertain

I am a semi-automatic lonely boy

You're dead, I'm well fed

Give me death or give me head

Broadcasting from my room and playing with my toys

I wanna be a celebrity martyr

The leading man in my own private drama

Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour

Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier

Katsuki felt sweat along his hair-line, but the alpha focused on lining his breathing with the heavy bass of his music. He has more than enough stamina to handle a simple run, but he probably should’ve eaten first.

There’s a cafe close by, though.

Shitty Hair mentioned that they had good natto…

Katsuki huffed and slowed his run to a light jog. He was hungry and shit, so he might as well check out Shitty Hair’s claim.

It’s probably shitty as fuck.

The ruby-eyed alpha came to a stop in front of the cafe, narrowing his eyes as he studied the aesthetic. It looked soft and strangely comforting with a subtle nod to traditional Japanese culture. It smell of tea and food, accompanied the sound of subtle chatter.

A good sign, to Katsuki’s chagrin.

Katsuki swallowed his pride and stepped inside, immediately freezing as an all-too-familiar omegan scent washed over his senses.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Dark chocolate and seductive cherries hung in the air, full of happy pheromones. This scent could only belong to one person and one person only.

Izuku Midoriya was chatting affectionately with an older couple, dressed in a soft grey apron the tied perfectly around his small waist. He still had a few bruises and his lip was still bandaged, but he looked relatively okay.

But what the fuck was he doing here?!

Doesn’t he have a fucking concussion?

The small omega was completely oblivious to Katsuki’s presence.

Izuku was scribbling on a light blue notepad, laughing softly at whatever the old man said. His skin was a delicate pink that accented his freckles in a stupidly adorable way, making Katsuki’s heart thud in his chest.

Even his hair looked fluffier than normal, if possible.

“Welcome to Ame Hana!”

Katsuki’s attention was forced away from the green-eyed omega to focus on the short female in front of him. She was small and obviously an omega, with a chubby face and rosy cheeks. She was also wearing a gray apron, showing exactly why she was speaking to him.

She looked familiar, though.

“Hah?” Katsuki huffed, narrowing his eyes at the omega in front of him.

The small omega cocked her head to the side, cautiously sizing him up. “You’re here to eat, right? This is a cafe.”

Katsuki blinked multiple times, his mouth settling into a firm scowl. “I guess. What the fuck are you talking to me for?”

“It’s my job.” The small omega snapped, her voice sharp.

The older alpha huffed, clenching his jaw and resisting the urge to fight the small omega in front of him. “Fine. Are you gonna get me a seat or make me stand here, Round Face?”

The omega frowned. “My name is Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou.”

Katsuki froze. “Excuse me?!”

Round Face (Uraraka?) huffed and crossed her arms, obviously trying to looked intimidating to the taller alpha. “I’m friends with Deku. I was at the fight and we literally met in the locker-room last night. Remember?”

Not really...

All Katsuki could focus on after his fight was trying to see Deku. When he burst into the locker-room, Katsuki was stressed to see the small omega still unconscious. Honestly, he barely remembered meeting Aizawa.

“Are you here to see Deku?”

Katsuki snapped out of his daze and growled. “Why would I be here to see that dumb nerd? I’m here to eat, Pink Cheeks.”

Uraraka raised an eyebrow at him, obviously amused. “Oh really? You were looking at him like a lovesick puppy before I came over here.”

“I was not!”

The small omega waved him off, laughing softly as she grasped a menu in her hands. “I’ll put you in his section. We’re unusually busy, so we’ve had to shut down the actual place to order. Deku will help you in a second.”

Katsuki’s head spun as she spoke.

This is happening way too fucking fast.

Instead of arguing, Katsuki followed the small omega to a small table. Deku’s sweet scent was all over it, making the strong urge to scent it himself become almost overbearing for the large alpha.

“Why the fuck are you doing this?”

Uraraka hummed, watching Katsuki as he sat down. “What do you mean, Bakugou? I’m obviously doing my job.”

Katsuki scoffed, rolling his ruby eyes at her vague response. “Don’t bullshit me. Why are you and the other extras so intent on me and Deku? Why the fuck are you doing this at all?”

“I just want him to be happy.”

The alpha blinked in surprise, his scowl vanishing as his mouth opened. Uraraka smiled warmly at him, handing him a hastily put together menu. “And what makes you think that I can do something like that? He fucking hates me.”

Uraraka shrugged. “He called me when he got home last night.

Katsuki’s senses heightened. “He did?”

“Yup!” Uraraka grinned, noticing the alpha’s change in demeanor. “He was very flustered and unsure about what he should do. I think that you’re his favorite.”

The ruby-eyed alpha narrowed his gaze, obviously suspicious. “His favorite? What the fuck does that mean, Round Face?”

The small omega studied him, here doe-eyes full of clear amusement at his behavior. “Most alphas treat him like he’s about to break. You think that he shouldn’t be fighting, but that doesn’t change how you interact with him.”

“Your fucking point?” Katsuki’s voice was rough.

Uraraka smiled softly. “You’re the first alpha he’s met that hasn’t immediately tried to get in his pants. You also clearly challenged him to a sparring match last night, so you’re willing to treat him like an actual opponent.”

She turned to walk away, but she glanced back at Katsuki. “He doesn’t want protection. He wants someone who offers support and challenges. You’ve gotten closer to him than most alphas, Bakugou. Good luck.”

****

I Z U K U

“Tell Inko I said hello, will you?”

Izuku smiled widely at the mated pair, respectfully bowing his head. “Of course! I’m sure that Mom will be ecstatic when she hears that you’re in town again!”

The small omega offered a silent goodbye and walked away from the table.

His whole body felt sore and tired, and Izuku knows that he definitely looks worse for wear. If he didn’t have bills to pay, the small omega would definitely be at home with his mother. They haven't spent any time together recently.

Izuku walked towards the counter and dropped the two menus off, gingerly squeezing hand sanitizer onto his hands afterward.

“Deku!”

The small omega hummed as Uraraka squealed into his ear, already used to her loud and bubbly behavior. “What is it now? I’m not taking over your tables so you can go on a date with Iida, Uraraka.”

Uraraka laughed, placing her batch of menus next to Izuku’s. “I was going to say that you have a special customer at table five.”

“Special?” Izuku repeated, glancing at his friend.

The bubbly omega next to him grinned, her eyes full of mischievous glee. “I think he came here by accident, but you’ll be so excited when you see him!”

Izuku narrowed his eyes at her before glancing at table five.

Dammit.

Katsuki Bakugou was staring intently at him from table five. He was in running clothes and covered in a slight sheen of sweat, but there was no mistaking those crimson eyes. The alpha wasn’t even scowling at Izuku, which was more than odd.

Izuku scoffed, shooting a glare in Uraraka’s direction. “I hate you. Why do you and Hitoshi try so hard to embarrass me?”

“Because it’s fun!”

The emerald-eyed omega sighed and grabbed his blue notepad. “You owe me lunch for the next three days.”

Izuku left Uraraka’s side without bothering to hear her response. His skin felt warm and slightly pink as he approached Kacchan’s table, anxiety churning in his stomach like a tidal ocean wave.

Don’t.

Panic.

It was easier said than done, though.

Izuku smiled warmly as he came to a stop at the table. “Welcome to Ame Hana! My name is Midoriya and I’ll be your server today!”

Kacchan raised an eyebrow at him, obviously amused by the omega’s stiff professionalism. He smirked lightly, almost like he was resisting the urge to laugh. “Cut the bullshit, Deku. Why the fuck are you working with a concussion?”

Straight to the point, then.

I should’ve seen this coming.

“Not everyone is a multi-millionaire, Kacchan.” Izuku snapped, trying to calm his expression.

Kacchan narrowed his eyes, completely unbothered by the omega’s hostile tone. “But you won a professional fight last night. I’m sure you’re okay to take a day off.”

Izuku felt his eye twitch slightly as his annoyance level steadily increased.

The alpha narrowed his crimson eyes as Izuku glared at him, carefully studying the small omega. “If you have something to say, then say it. I’m sure that Pink Cheeks won’t give a shit if you sit down with me for a few minutes.”

“And if I don’t want to?”

Kacchan grinned devilishly. “Then you don’t get the lovely satisfaction of telling how independent and strong you are without my input.”

When you put it that way...

Izuku sighed and pocketed his notepad. After placing his ballpoint pen behind his ear (where it was adorably peeking out of his curls) the small omega pulled out a chair and sat across from the smug alpha.

He’s definitely not doing this because Katsuki is stupidly attractive when he’s smug.

Not at all.

Kacchan smirked wider, his dominant pheromones sharpening as he leaned forward. “Should’ve known that you’d stay for that, Deku. That’s cute.”

Izuku flushed a bright red, his stomach churning with butterflies as he took a few shallow breaths. “Don’t ch-change the subject, Kacchan. I’m only answering your questions before I go back to work.”

“Why the fuck are you at work with a concussion?”

The small omega swallowed thickly, his face incredibly hot under Katsuki’s stare. “I have bills to pay. A friend of mine is a medical student and said that my concussion isn’t bad enough to be on bed-rest.”

Actually, Iida was strongly against Izuku coming to work.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “Bullshit. You were unconscious for five hours, Deku. I bet that you ignored his advice to stay home.”

“That’s hardly your concern.” Izuku countered, tracing patterns into the table with his fingertips.

The red-eyed alpha huffed, studying Izuku’s scarred and bandaged hands. “Someone has to worry. What kind of fucking bills do you have that make you so willing to put your well-being on the line?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have to answer that, Kacchan. I’m not a weak omega in need of saving, you know.”

“I fucking know that!”

The small omega laughed, biting his lip as Katsuki flushed pink. “Then I’m not sure why you’re so invested. I’m not any different than most unmated omegas my age.”

Katsuki huffed crossing his arms. His biceps flexed, almost distracting Izuku for a second. “No, you’re different. I’ve watched you kick the shit out of an alpha thrice your size, and you have no sense of fucking self preservation.”

“Why does that bother you so much?”

The alpha fell silent for a split second, obviously studying Izuku before he spoke again. “It bothers me because it looks like you prefer putting others before yourself. It’s fucking idiotic, shitty Deku.”

Izuku’s heart thudded in his ears as butterflies churned in his stomach. Being so physically close with an alpha that made him weak at the knees was probably a bad idea. Katsuki probably only saw him as a helpless omega, which meant that his kindness was likely coming straight from his knot.

However, this doesn’t stop Izuku from feeling flustered.

Katsuki leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You’re coming to the gym today, right? Be fucking honest, nerd.”

Izuku snapped out of his daze, furrowing his eyebrows. “Shota doesn’t want me to overwork myself, so I’m just touring with sensei today. Why?”

“What time do you get off work?”

The small omega did a double-take at Katsuki’s boldness. “Excuse me? I, um, I’m not sure I’m following…”

Katsuki smirked, leaning closer to Izuku and pushing a stray curl out of the omega’s face. “Do I need to spell it out for you, nerd? I’ll be escorting you to the gym, but we need to stop by my place first.”

“I-I don’t think-” Izuku’s face felt hot.

He’s so close.

The alpha’s crimson red orbs sharpened as he scanned Izuku’s face. “You’re pale and it looks like you haven’t been eating well. I can’t kick your shitty ass if you pass out in the ring, shitty deku.”

“I-I was running late today…”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “You fucking idiot.”

Izuku pouted, his freckled cheeks a rosy pink. “I don’t usually skip breakfast Kacchan. Stop being mean…”

“What time does your shift end, nerd?”

The small omega squeaked as Katsuki ran his thumb across his bruised cheek. “In thirty minutes. Uraraka is working my shift so I could go tour the gym…”

Katsuki pulled away after a few seconds, his light touch and narrowed gaze lingering on Izuku’s bruised face. “Then you’re coming with me, Deku. We’ll stop by your place and grab your workout clothes, but I’m making sure that your scrawny ass eats something.”

Izuku squeaked. “You can’t just-”

“I’m sure that Round Face won’t mind, right?”

The confident pheromones came off of Katsuki in waves. Even though he was wearing pheromone patches, Izuku could clearly smell his caramel scent. It was rich and intoxicating, leaving the small omega addicted.

Izuku shivered slightly, almost breathless. “Okay. But I’m only agreeing because you’re a stubborn prick, Kacchan.”

Katsuki smirked wickedly. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Deku.”

#bakudeku #bakugou x midoriya #alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha bakugou #omega deku #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #boxer au

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angelsswirl · 4 years ago

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Been Through

Chapter 3: Hate is on me

(Uh) And that's a long ass ride. Mindlessly going around until I close my eyes.

"You need friends."

"You're not my friend?"

"No. I'm your nanny. You pay me. I can't be your friend. That's like prostitution or something."

You paused in your vegetable chopping for a beat, "Yeah. And I don't associate with people who are as dumb as rocks, so maybe you have a point."

"Hey! I heard that."

"Not like I whispered it."

Lily's nanny, Kiara, scowled at you, she covered Lily's ears dramatically.

"You're a bitch, you know that?" Lily attempted to wiggle out of the hold.

"I'm mean, not evil."

"What does that even mean?"

You blinked in surprised. It completely slipped your mine that she wouldn't understand the reference. That was between you and Lisa.

"Sorry. Inside joke."

Kiara only shrugged. She tickled Lily's sides before letting the four year old run off deeper into the house, more than likely on her way to the playroom.

"So, how was your date?" Kiara leaned on the counter next to where you were still preparing dinner.

"It wasn't a date."

"You meeting a girl for coffee? Sounds like a date to me." Kiara crossed her arms in front of herself.

"You're not my friend, remember? Even if it was a date. I wouldn't tell you."

"If you didn't pay me so well, I would've quit ages ago."

"Oh! That's all I have to do to get rid of you?! I could've been saving money this entire time."

"Fuck you."

"You're not my type."

"Anyway."

"Are you staying for dinner?" You asked.

"Nope. I actually do have a date." Kiara smirked then went to grab her belongings.

"Ok. Have fun! Please don't get murdered. Lily would be highly upset."

"Haha! Bye bye, Boss." With that Kiara pranced out of the door.

You laughed to yourself, before continuing to make dinner for you and your child.

~~~~

"So, how long are you going to pretend like you're mad at Y/N?" Jisoo jumped on top of Jennie who had been resting peacefully under the covers of her bed.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh don't play that game with me."

Jennie rolled her eyes.

"What is it that you think you know?"

"I know that you're still in love with Y/N. I know that you're being stubborn and acting like she's the devil incarnate. I know that Lisa has a "playdate" with Y/N and the rugrat in like the next week. I know that if you keep being an asshole you're going to get left in the dust, and regret that you didn't even try to fix things." Jisoo spoke softly, her concern lay with both of her members. She wasn't picking sides, but Jennie's sulking was starting to get on her nerves.

"What if the kid isn't mine?"

"So what? The kid isn't yours, you mate with Y/N, you're a stepmom. Big whoop." Jisoo quite frankly didn't understand the problem. Her and Rosé were omegas, it was kind of their natural instinct to be fine with children no matter the source.

"You wouldn't get it. It's an alpha thing I guess." Jennie huffed. In all honesty, she didn't really care if Lily was hers or Lisa's. She more cared about the fact that if she pursued you again that her heart would get shattered to peices. Just like the first time.

"That's dumb. You're dumb. If you like the girl, go get the girl. I'm not above singing Kiss The Girl from The Little Mermaid directly into you ear until you call her." Jisoo poked a finger into Jennie's side, causing her to squirm.

"Fine. I'll call her."

"Good. I'm going to go bother Lisa so no one assumes I'm picking sides."

With that Jisoo left, leaving Jennie to stare blankly at her shining phone screen.

~~~

BLACKPINK were on a break at the moment. Which was good for you because it meant their schedules weren't nearly as full as they might have been otherwise.

But it was also very, very bad, because it meant that they were bored, and you were their closest friend this side of the Pacific Ocean.

Lisa sat crisscrossed on the floor of your house. Lily was attempting to teach her this game she had made up about five minutes before that made absolutely no sense. You commend Lisa for being a good sport.

"Lily, do you know who BLACKPINK are?" You're not sure if that was Lisa's curiosity getting the better of her or if she finally got bored of the incoherent game.

"The colors. Yes. I know them. I am smart like my Mommy. Would you like me to spell them for you?" You were pretty sure Lily didn't know how to spell either of those words, but you were pretty excited to see what she came up with.

"Not the colors, Silly." Lisa poked at Lily's sides, making the child giggle loudly, "I mean the music group."

"No. I only listen to Baby Shark. It's my favorite. Did BLACKPINK make Baby Shark!?" Lily's eyes widened in awe.

"No. But I gave it the performance of a lifetime once." Lisa mumbled that last part to herself, but you heard it and let out an almost identical giggle to your daughter's.

"You want to dance with me?" Lily nodded so fast you had to grab her head so she wouldn't give herself whiplash.

Lisa smiled in return and grabbed her phone. You assumed she was procuring a playlist.

You recognized the first song almost immediately, and can't help but feel like she did it on purpose. It was, after all, your favorite.

"Kick It? Really?"

Lisa put her hands up in mock surrender, "I pressed shuffle."

Lisa most definitely did not press shuffle.

Soon both Lisa and Lily are deep in the throws of their dance party.

There's a knock at your door, and you frown. You hadn't been expecting anyone else, but again the girls were bored so you wouldn't be surprised if it was Rosé or Jisoo.

You opened the door without any further thought.

"Jennie?"

At this point you're sure you were a serial killer in a past life. What else could explain the misfortune you're experiencing in this one?

Jennie and Lisa and your kid....

You stifled a scream deep in your throat.

"Hey."

Jennie raised a skeptical eyebrow, "Can I come in?"

"....Sure." You hoped your anxiety wasn't as palpable as you thought it was.

Jennie entered with something close to a smile. A smile that turned into....not a smile when she walked fully into your living room.

"Hey, Jennie!" Lisa greeted, she didn't stop dancing, and neither did Lily.

"You gonna join them? I have a feeling they won't stop until Lisa's phone dies or one of them does. Whichever comes first."

Jennie eyed you for a second, then turned back to the duo in front of her. After a second she shrugged, "Might as well."

You laughed as the three of them bounced unceremoniously around your livingroom for a good 25 minutes before something occurred to you.

You had blatantly lied to Lisa's face.

You didn't know which one of them was Lily's mom. It, of course, had to be one of them. Unless you were the virgin Mary. You had only ever had sex with two people, and that was Jennie and Lisa.

You could have told Lisa the truth. You could have if you were fine with looking like a slut, but you weren't, so you lied.

When you first found out you were pregnant you had just assumed you would have just known when Lily was born. Mother's intuition or something, but that didn't happen. You couldn't just look at her and tell. She looked like a smaller version of you. Your own mother joked that you had cloned yourself.

So, no, you didn't know. And now, four years later, you're too afraid to find out.

You decided to let the three of them tire out, while you went to your room to think.

You would have thought you'd hear the footsteps following you, but you were lost in your thoughts and Jennie was sneaky when she wanted to be.

You sat on your bed, Jennie appeared in the doorway a second later. She didn't say anything.

"Why are you here?" You asked.

"I wanted to talk to you. I didn't know Lisa would be here today."

You dragged your eyes up to her face, "Then talk."

Jennie moved to sit next to you on the bed.

"I'm sorry. I've been an ass. I was mad, for the wrong reasons and I was taking it out on you the other day in the store."

"I just up and left with a kid. You're allowed to be mad about that."

"I know. That's not what I was talking about."

Jennie doesn't elaborate and you don't ask her to.

"Well, I accept your apology."

"Thanks." Jennie turned to face you better, "I do still want to talk more over dinner."

"Kid or no kid?"

Jennie chuckled, "I'll let you dictate that."

"No kid it is, then." You both laugh, though, you're being completely serious.

"I missed this." You said softly.

"I missed you."

Before you can react, Jennie's lips are on yours. Your reflex is to kiss her back and you don't hesitate to appease the instinct.

A few moments later you break apart.

"What was that for?" You asked a bit breathlessly.

Jennie shrugged, "Just wanted to get to you first."

You blushed a deep red, "Well, I hope it was worth it."

#blackpink fanfic #lisa x reader #jennie x reader #been through #jesssica's fanfic

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bang-tan-bitches · 6 years ago

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Title: Need - 1 Word Count: 3.1k+ Rating: M Genre: fluff, smut, abo!universe, hybrid!bts Warnings: slightly possessive behavior, eventual smut Pairing: Namjoon x fem!Reader, Yoongi x fem!Reader, Hoseok x fem!Reader Summary: Sometimes you find your mate, and sometimes you find three. Life is funny that way. Written by: Admin A

Part One - Part Two - Part Three(end)

It was an accident.

Well, maybe not entirely an accident.

But when you walked into the BigHit Studio, head full and worrying about securing the coveted internship with one of the fastest growing companies in the industry, you thought the least of your worries would be alpha related. In fact, you were certain you wouldn't even see an alpha. So when an irresistible scent catches your attention over the smells of slightly burnt coffee and other nervous interns, you find yourself following it without a second thought.

A few twists and turns later and you were starting to realize just how far you’d strayed from the more public areas of the studio. The coffee back here even smelled fresh. And the other interns you had come in with for an interview were nowhere in sight. Or smell. You hesitate, one foot raised and ready to follow your senses, but social construct, - and the thought of the police getting called- keeps you in place. You should go back, part of you insists, and you’re almost inclined to agree. But then you inhale again and close your eyes against the onslaught of sensations that flood you. wantneedalphapleaseMINE, and just like that you knew there was no way you were turning back now.

A little further and you find yourself surrounded by closed doors. You hear squeaks and other loud sounds over the music coming from behind a door at the far end of the hall. You lick your lips, the scent was heavier here, permeating the air. It settles around you and you lick your lips again, unconsciously trying to taste it. A dull thud followed by a soft “oof” reaches you through the closed door. You can still turn back, the voice - probably your conscious - says. You hear a rumble of laughter and voices, and you respond, not on our life.

Mother had always said your cat like curiosity would get you in trouble and at the time you didn't believe her. But as you open the door to the, apparently private, BTS dance studio only to be caught in the gaze of not one, or two, but three alphas, you realize she was right.

You were in trouble.

-0-0-0-

“Do you think she's okay?”

“Who is she?”

“This is a visitors’ badge; how did she end up over here?”

“Wait, I think she's coming around.”

Their voices bring you back slowly, then all at once as the memory of what just happened plays out on the backs of your eyelids. You groan and throw an arm over your closed eyes in embarrassment. You fainted.

You! Of all people! Swooning over some alphas.

It was probably the scent overload and shock when you realized they were all yours. Your mind helpfully supplies, almost sounding cheerful. Wait, what?

You inhale deeply. Yes, that alpha was yours, and that one, and…you inhale again, and that one. You groan, again.

“You alright there, baby?” One of them leans over you and you struggle to keep your eyes closed. He smelled like a- like a- your mind tripped over itself, because how can a person smell like the first frost? Cool and anticipatory and like a hint of fresh brewed coffee carried through chilly air.

Two fingers press against the pulse in your neck and brush the underside of your scent gland, this time you can't hold back a moan and your body arches slightly. This alpha was old books, ink, and…slightly melted vanilla ice cream on a warm day and hot cinnamon all rolled into one. “I'm almost positive she’s awake.” The fingers run up your neck and cup your cheek, you push into his soft palm.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” Your last alpha says, voice soft but commanding all the same.

You hold out for a second, even as the omega in you wants to obey immediately. You take one more deep breath, wanting to sear them into your memory. The last one reminds you of the meadow behind your house on a summer day- flowers and open fields and hot sun on your skin but also something more and- and- “Why do you smell like citrus?”

Your eyes open and the question is out of your mouth before you can stop it. The man directly above you pulls back slightly and the other two laugh from just beyond your field of vision. There is a hand on your thigh and you can feel his fingers through the fabric of your jeans. They tighten slightly before relaxing.

“It's probably that Sprite he drinks all the time.” The man whose hand is on your thigh answers as he runs his fingers up and down your leg.

You bite your lip at the sensation and feel your body starting to relax when it hits you:

You're in a room, or studio, or whatever, with three alphas you don't know. Alone. And your body very much wants you to get to know them. Intimately.

You struggle to sit up and large warm hands push gently against your back, helping you sit. “Oh,” the word escapes you, soft and breathy. This is probably why you really fainted, the alphas, your alphas, are three of the most famous men in the world.

Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, and Min Yoongi.

“Oh, fuck.” You close your eyes, “This is a dream, this is a dream. Any second I'll wake up and find out I'm still at home.”

Soft fingers brush against your cheek then against the corners of your eyes. “Is this a good dream then, or a nightmare?”

“More of a fantasy really.” You reply, eyes still closed. The three men laugh and Yoongi squeezes your thigh again. You sigh softly, opening your eyes, his cool touch a convincing reason to believe you're awake. “Right, well, this is awkward,” you open your eyes, planning to introduce yourself when you see your badge hanging from Hoseok’s long fingers, making introductions pointless. “Right, um, well, thank you all for uh, making sure I wasn't injured. But I- I should probably get going.”

You try to stand and three sets of hands hold you in place. You moan involuntary and press your thighs together. This is really getting ridiculous.

“Whoa there,” Namjoon says from behind you, “you hit your head when you fell. I think we'd better take you to one of the medics.”

Before you have time to blink, you're in his arms and pressed against his chest. Your arms automatically wrap around his neck, trying to stabilize yourself. “Whoa! Dear god you're tall.”

He chuckles and you can feel the rumble in his chest through your cheek. You rub against him, inhaling deeply. His shirt is slightly damp, and, normally, this isn't a thing for you, but right now all you can think about his how easily you fit in his arms and how his scent is sooo much stronger here where his shirt clings to his chest and how wonderful it is that you can faintly smell the other two on him as well. You sigh, suddenly sleepy, I'll just close my eyes for a few seconds….

-0-0-0-

This time when you come to, you're alone and in a bed. Next to your head, you hear a steady beeping. Further away, but still clearly, you hear voices.

“Admittedly, it's unexpected, but not entirely outside the realm of possibility.” a voice you don't recognize says.

“But, Mark, all three of us? Isn't that a little unusual?” Hoseok asks a question you should have been worried about before now.

You can hear the hesitation in the other man’s - Mark? Mark Tuan? - voice, “Yes, but, considering what the three of you are, it's possibly biological. You've already…collected each other. Maybe she's just another addition.”

“We don't- you can't hoard people Mark.” Namjoon says, his voice tight.

“Okay, fine, how's this: you're alphas, she's obviously an omega. You do the math. It's not like omegas are a dime a dozen. Most have two alphas.”

“But three?” This was Hoseok again, and you couldn't help but wince in sympathy. This was a bit of an odd situation. You weren't even sure what you would do with three alphas.

“Plus she's so delicate.” Yoongi says, “I'm not sure… how do we do anything? I feel like we're going to break her. She already fainted from just being near us.”

You heard a few murmured agreements. I'm sure we could think of a few things, images of you tangled up in your alphas flash graphically through your mind. You trap the desperate moan of desire that tries to escape from your throat in your mouth, biting your lip to keep yourself from letting it slip past your lips.

“Well, like I said before, given what you are….”

You might have held back the groan, but the heart rate monitor next to you gives you away as the beeping becomes more frantic.

They all rush into the room. Your alphas’ eyes are slightly wild as they scan the area. The protectiveness in their postures makes your heart race and the beeping becomes even more frantic. Your face grows hot, as does the rest of your body as they surround you. Their backs - such nice, toned, backs- are to you as they face out and try to scan every inch of the room for possible threats. Their reaction has you arching your back, just enough to raise your hips, as you chase after the slight friction the blanket around your waist offers.

It was embarrassing.

You didn't care.

“Omega! What's wrong? Are you okay? Where does it hurt?”

And just as suddenly, the heat and desire fade, replaced by overwhelming warmth that spreads through your chest at the way Yoongi calls you ‘Omega.’ Tears spring to your eyes and all four men surround you instantly.

The medic, Mark, reaches a hand out toward you and Hoseok growls, actually growls! at him before he can touch you. Slowly, he retracts his hand, watching Hoseok from the corner of his eye.

“It's okay, I just want to check her vitals.” He says, voice calm, even as the three alphas snarl at him. With their lips curled and teeth slightly too sharp to be normal, it’s almost enough to scare even you.

“What's happening? This- this isn't me!” You cry out, tears falling steadily now. Around you, the alphas seem to be warring with themselves unsure if they should be protecting you from Mark, or if he can help you.

“It's your hormones. They're a bit scrambled. They should settle down once you bond.” Mark explains kindly.

“B-bond?” Your voice is a bit shaky, “I'm supposed to bond with-” you stop and take a deep breath and the scents of your alphas mingling hits you like a punch in the gut. You take a shallower breath, trying to come back to yourself as you wipe at your face. “I've never heard of an omega going through this before bonding before.”

In fact, as far as you know, no bonded omega you've read about or talked to had mentioned anything like what you were feeling. The roller coaster of emotions on a sea of unbridled desire. It was almost enough to drive you mad. And to think just a bit ago I was worried about what I would wear for the- “How long have I been here? What happened?”

“A few hours,” Namjoon says from your right, he rests his large hand on your shoulder, his thumb stroking your neck, back and forth, back and forth, in a steady soothing motion. “You hit your head harder than we thought. You have a concussion.”

The heart monitor, which had slowed down to a steadier pace, jumps slightly at his touch, giving you away.

On your left, Hoseok takes your hand, lacing his fingers with your own, “I'm sorry we didn't realize what happened.” He lifts your joined hands, flipping them so your wrist is bared, then places a kiss on the pulse point.

The monitor jumps again and your face heats, but you ignore it, hoping that if you don’t draw attention to it, they won’t notice. Hoseok and your other alphas obviously need you to reassure them right now.

“It's okay. It was an accident, none of us could have known I’d pass out.”

“Swoon, baby, you swooned at the sight of us.” Yoongi teases from his spot next to Namjoon, then runs a hand up your leg, dipping between them briefly to rub against your inner thigh.

The monitor spikes wildly and Yoongi grins.

“You did that on purpose!” You accuse, not really sounding at all angry and sounding more like you wanted to climb into his lap.

“Just testing something out.” He winks.

“While this is all very cute, you three really shouldn't get her worked up. Not until we're sure she's okay.” Mark says, eyebrow cocked and a grin on his lips.

“I'm okay.” You assure them and look away from everyone, focusing on your fingers as they pick nervously at the sheet. “I should probably get home.”

You say the words, knowing they were the right thing to say, but the thought of leaving them almost has you in tears again. You bite the inside of your cheek, hard. Stop that! Your reactions were ridiculous, omegas didn't have to stay with alphas. Especially if they weren't bonded, and it wasn't supposed to feel painful to leave.

“No!” Three voices cry out and they all tighten their grip on you, keeping you in place.

You avoid looking them and focus on Mark instead, waiting to see what he will say. “Emotions aside, I don't think you should leave. Not until we're sure the swelling from the concussion has gone. Until then, you'll have to be woken up every couple of hours if you fall asleep. Do you have someone at home that can do that?” His words are kind and his inquiry sincere. So, it wasn't really his fault that you couldn't control yourself. But as you burst into tears - again -, the alphas around you don’t seem to see it that way and turn as one on Mark.

“No, no! It's not him. I swear! I just, god this is annoying, I just wanted to answer him.” You use the sheet to dry your cheeks, reaching out for the alpha’s, your alphas, “I don't have anyone, it's just me.”

You can feel their pity. It practically permeates the air and settles on your skin, rubbing you the wrong way. You didn’t need their pity. And you didn’t need them. Your lip curls in a snarl, but the sheets are the only things on the receiving end of your wrath. “Look. It’s fine. I can take care of myself. It’s fine. I’ll figure it out. If I die, I die.”

Your final words are met with horrified silence and part of you feels a grim satisfaction that you’d finally shut them up. You try to swing your legs out from under the sheets, but Yoongi stops you. You glare at him for less than a second before lowering your gaze from his intense brown stare.

“You’re not going to die.”

You don’t respond, and the silence grows, and you can hear Mark shift from foot to foot over the steady beeping of the monitor.

“That settles it then, you're staying here.” Hoseok’s voice is loud in the quiet room, and he releases your hand to stand. You curl it into a fist, pretending you didn’t feel the pang of loss when he let you go. Namjoon and Yoongi release their hold on you too and you bite the inside of your cheek. “Mark, can she be moved?”

“It will be easier to check up on her here.”

Hoseok thinks it over then nods decisively, “I'll bring you some stuff to keep you occupied, jagi.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving.

“Yoongi and I will bring you a change of clothes and dinner.” Namjoon say and Yoongi nodding along in agreement. They both move and simultaneously press kisses to your cheeks, which heat under their attention.

“Be back soon, baby.” Yoongi whispers, his soft lips brushing against your cheeks. You shiver at the sensation.

Once they’re gone, Mark chuckles.

“What?” you narrow your eyes at him and pluck at the blankets more.

“You've only been here what, four, five hours? And they are already wrapped around your fingers.” He shakes his head and presses the back of one cool hand to your forehead then checks the pulse at your wrist.

“They don't even know me. I don't know them.” You feel restless, and not in a good way. You try pressing your thighs together, but that doesn’t help. You want to run, but at the same time you were rooted to the spot. You wanted, no, needed to be with them. It was like you had found the missing piece of your circle. Sure, you could keep going without them, but now that you knew what it felt like to be complete… you didn’t want to. Now… now you felt slightly sick and lost and wanted to call out for them to come back to you.

“Hey, it's okay, they'll be back.” Mark tells you, voice soft and soothing as he places his hand on yours.

Instant, cool relief washes through you, and you feel like you can breathe again. You savor the moment, “How…?”

He smiles, “Beta. We have some calming properties in these situations.”

“Please, why do I feel like this? I only know one other omega and his bonding wasn't like this.

He sighs, “Its biology. I can't give you much of a better answer scientifically. I can speculate…” he trails off, and you nod for him to continue, “It's quite possible your hormones are reacting to finding all three of your potential alphas at once. It's quite the overload. Not to mention that those three aren't typical alphas.”

Your breath hitches and you wait for him to explain, but he shakes his head. “It's not my story to tell.”

You nod. Even though you’re disappointed - you want to know - you’re glad he’s trustworthy. “What should I do?” You ask, voice breaking at the end.

“Well, I can't tell you what to do. I can tell you the emotional spikes will continue until you bond. There may be other side effects, but I can't be certain at this point.”

“So… so we have to bond. Soon.” You swallow thickly, unsure how you feel about it.

“I'm not saying you have to, you understand? It's still your choice. We can try suppressants and distance, if that's what you want.” He pauses, weighing his words, “But I'll tell you right now, I know those men and if you do bond with them, they'll treat you well.”

He rubs his thumb over your knuckles before letting go of your hand. All the emotions come rushing back and you aren’t sure if you want to laugh, cry, scream, or do all three while riding your alphas to completion, but whatever it was, you wanted it now.

“I have some things to check on, I'll be back later, okay? The guys will be back soon.”

You nod and he leaves you alone with your thoughts.

- pt 2 -

#namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #bts rapline x reader #abo!bts #hybrid!bts #bts fanfiction #**#please #just roll with it #cameo by mark tuan

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An Interesting Turn of Events [4/?]

Pairing: Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin Summary: There were three things Jotaro Joestar was completely certain about: One. 80’s rock was the be-all end-all of music. Two. The movie Jaws wrongly portrayed sharks as evil and blood-thirsty, and he did not stand for it at all. Three. Being an alpha while also part of the Joestar-lineage was an absolute curse. Warnings: Omegaverse with omega!Kakyoin and alpha!Jotaro There is some underaged drinking in this chapter A/N: It’s party time - part 1!

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Kakyoin was well aware that he was overthinking things. He tried telling himself that it probably wouldn’t be that big of a deal as long as he didn’t do anything too outlandish. And if it against all odds did turn out disastrous he could just make up an excuse and slip away, it wasn’t like many people there would recognize him anyways. It should all be easy enough to pull off.

He stopped his pacing in front of his dresser. What should he even wear? Did people usually dress up for parties? Or would he then come off as if he was trying too hard? But it wouldn’t be any better to be too underdressed for the occasion either. It would probably not be a great impression to turn up in one of the oversized t-shirts depicting some obscure 90’s anime that he normally wore around the house.

After some evaluating he settled for a pair of dark green pants that he thought showed off his body nicely, and an off-white button up. Kakyoin regarded himself in the mirror. Did this work, or did he look to uptight? He unbuttoned one of the top buttons of his shirt, showing a bit more skin than he normally would. Before he could change his mind he quickly moved on to style his hair. He decided to put an extra bit of care into it, making sure that every piece was exactly where he wanted it to be.

He checked the time on his phone. The party should have started by now. His plan was to arrive when things were already in full swing, to not draw too much attention to himself. He might not know a lot about parties, but he knew that showing up too early wasn’t considered a good thing.

He went downstairs and said a quick goodbye to his parents, throwing on his signature green coat before walking out the door. He doublechecked that he had the correct address, and that he knew which roads to go down to get there. It was pretty close by, probably just a ten-minute walk or so.

******

The house was not what he had expected.

It was huge. Kakyoin wasn’t even sure if it should be classified as just a house. It reminded him much more of a mansion than anything else. He could hear the bass from the music mixed with various voices shouting all the way down the street. The party was clearly already in full swing.

Kakyoin hesitantly made his way closer, stepping through the open gate and making his way to the front door. He pressed the doorbell and stood there awkwardly as he waited for someone to open, unsure of what exactly to expect. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all.

The door swung open to reveal an alpha that had to be equally as tall and broad as Jotaro. He was however wearing quite revealing clothes that Jotaro would probably not even be caught dead in. His hair was also an absolute mess, standing in all possible directions.

He also reeked of alcohol, already seeming to have a difficult time just standing up straight.

“Hey! Who are you?” the alpha practically shouted at him, his voice easily overpowering the blasting music.

“I’m Noriaki Kakyoin” Kakyoin replied “Uh, Jotaro invited me?”

Joseph narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked him up and down, seemingly scrutinizing him. His expression then completely flipped and he instead shot Kakyoin a wide grin.

“Right! Jotaro did say he was inviting someone! I’m Joseph by the way, one of Jotaro’s big brothers.” The alpha stepped aside and gestured for Kakyoin to step in through the doorway.

“Just leave your shoes and coat wherever, and feel free to explore! The only part of the house that is off limits is the basement, since some drunk managed to fall down the staircase and break a leg a few parties ago. But other than that, make yourself at home!”

Kakyoin looked around the room as Joseph talked. From their position he could see into both the kitchen and the living room, both of which seemed to be crammed with people, all laughing and drinking.

“Any idea where Jotaro might be?” Kakyoin asked, before Joseph could slip back to the party at hand.

“He usually hides somewhere in a corner” Joseph let out a laugh. “Just search through all potential hiding spots you see and I’m sure you’ll find him eventually. But now if you excuse me, I have some mingling to do” Joseph gave him a slight pat on the shoulder and a quick smile, before he turned and walked over into the kitchen, immediately inserting himself into whatever conversation was currently happening.

Kakyoin decided to start looking around for any familiar faces. Most of the partygoers seemed to be a year or two older than him. While he could recognize some from passing them in a hallway once or twice, he didn’t spot anyone he actually knew. Which shouldn’t be very surprising, since his social circle was extremely limited.

He started weaving through the sea of moving bodies as he began his search for Jotaro. His senses were starting to get overwhelmed by the mixture of loud noises, unpredictable movements, and the many different scents coming off omegas, betas and alphas alike from all around him. He felt like he was slowly starting to suffocate.

That was when he spotted silvery hair, styled to stand straight upwards and towering over the majority of the partygoer’s heads. He recognized it as that of Jotaro’s friend Polnareff, who he had briefly met the other day. Kakyoin began elbowing his way towards him. Hopefully Jotaro would be somewhere nearby.

Then Kakyoin stopped dead in his tracks.

He almost didn’t recognize him at first. Jotaro wasn’t wearing either his signature hat or his coat. Instead he was sporting a tightly fitted t-shirt that left little to the imagination and which showed off the bulk of his arms. His hair had been slicked backwards, with a few pieces hanging freely to give it a bit more of his signature messy look.

God he looked gorgeous.

Some time during Kakyoin’s staring Jotaro had noticed him from across the room. He gave him a slight nod, which Kakyoin returned with a hesitant smile. He watched as Jotaro said a few words to Polnareff and Avdol before heading over in his direction.

Kakyoin’s mouth felt unnaturally dry as he straightened his back and tried to look like he felt more comfortable in the crowd than he actually was. He noticed that Avdol and Polnareff had huddled close together, and were watching him with matching grins, their arms crossed across their chests. Kakyoin’s face flushed as he quickly returned his gaze to Jotaro just as he stopped in front of him.

“Hey, you came”

“Of course” Kakyoin almost had to shout to not be drowned out by the commotion around them. “How are you doing?”

“I’m alright” Jotaro said and gestured towards the back of the room, beckoning for Kakyoin to follow him. The other partygoers were quick to get out of their way when they noticed Jotaro. He did seem to have quite the reputation even among his older peers. Kakyoin let out a slight sigh of relief as the two of them were finally far enough away that Kakyoin could hear himself think again.

“You look nice” Jotaro commented, his eyes fixed firmly on the floor where he was playing with the edge of the carpet. Kakyoin let out a small smile in reply.

“You too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your hat before” he teased. Jotaro finally lifted his gaze and directed it towards Kakyoin as he ran a hand through his dark locks.

“Jonathan refuses to let me wear it inside the house”

“And you do what he says? I thought you were supposed to be a delinquent”

Jotaro just shrugged in response. “I’m not really, it’s just other people that make me out to be that way”

Kakyoin pondered over his answer for a moment. “That’s true, a real delinquent would never pick Squirtle over Charmander”

Jotaro let out a slight snort. “And why is that?”

“He’s simply too cute! Only uncool people would pick Squirtle. Cool people would definitely always pick the fire-starter”

“You calling me uncool?” Jotaro crossed his arms and looked slightly amused.

“You made it your mission to collect Marills, Jotaro, it is literally a fat, happy mouse with cutesy eyes”

“…Fair enough” Jotaro paused for a moment. “But I doubt that any cool people actually play Pokémon in the first place”

“Rude!” Kakyoin exclaimed as he playfully elbowed Jotaro in the side, before bursting into laughter, with Jotaro soon joining him.

Kakyoin was surprised by how easy it was to talk to Jotaro. Even though he seemed intimidating at first glance he was a huge dork at heart. And the more they talked, the more of it surfaced. So they stood there, in the back of Jotaro’s living room, discussing everything from collage plans to what the meaning of life was, for what seemed like hours.

Their environment had gotten more and more rowdy as the night went on. A few people had collapsed black-out drunk while others were still staggering about, talking loudly among themselves.

Kakyoin’s attention was brought towards Polnareff as he suddenly stumbled past them, only to collapse and throw up all over the living room floor. Kakyoin’s face scrunched up in disgust and Jotaro followed his gaze. He let out a loud groan as he noticed the Frenchman lying face down on the floor.

“Fucking shit, not again”

“Is this a common occurrence?” Kakyoin asked, slightly amused by the clear exasperations in Jotaro’s voice.

“You could say that. I’ll be right back, if I don’t deal with this Joseph is going to murder me” Jotaro said as he gestured Avdol over. The two of them quickly scooped up Polnareff by each arm and practically dragged him out through the back door and onto the porch. Kakyoin could hear the two of them loudly cursing Polnareff out as they did so.

Kakyoin had a feeling that this would probably take a while, and decided that the most logical course of actions would be to walk around for a bit as he waited for Jotaro to return. His legs had gotten stiff from having stood still leaned up against the wall for the last hour.

Loud cheering brought his attention towards the kitchen. A significant group of people had gathered around the kitchen table, where an intense game of beer pong seemed to be going down. He recognized one of the men playing to be Jotaro’s older brother Joseph, who had Caesar standing right beside him, egging him on. Joseph was currently yelling loudly, clearly drunk, while showing several crude gestures towards a very muscular and very shirtless man with long, dark hair stood at the other edge of the table.

“Kakyoin!” Caesar seemed to have spotted him, as he was excitedly gesturing for him to move closer.

“What exactly is going on here?” Kakyoin stumbled slightly as Caesar gave him a hug, basically clinging on to him for dear life.

“Some typical alpha-behaviour bullshit. Something like this always goes down when these pieces of shits get drunk. Fighting for dominance or whatever the fuck it is they are doing” Caesar let out a triumphant shout as Joseph scored, throwing his arms up in the air and almost falling to the ground as Joseph practically jumped on top of him in excitement.

“Guess who is the winner winner chicken dinner this time! Fucking eat shit, Kars”

Kakyoin was close to being crushed as the cheering duo threw one arm each across his shoulders, jumping up and down. The other alpha, apparently named Kars, looked about ready to leap over the table and beat Joseph into the ground.

“There is only one big boy in this house and that is ME” Joseph exclaimed before hurrying over to sink and emptying his stomach’s content in it. Caesar snorted loudly.

“You’re so fucking disgusting, Jojo” Caesar elbowed Kakyoin in his side. “Tell him, Kakyoin”

“You are disgusting, Jojo” Kakyoin repeated. Caesar howled in laughter as Joseph stumbled over to them again.

“You are both extremely right, so I won’t- ooh it’s Jo-ta-ro!” Joseph interrupted himself as Jotaro indeed came walking up to the group.

“Polnareff threw up on the carpet”

“NO!” Joseph practically screamed at him.

“I took care of it. You have any beer?” Joseph simply gestured towards the fridge, while he began a long rant about how the French were utterly untrustworthy and should not be invited anywhere. He mixed up several historical events in his rant, but Kakyoin did not have the energy to even think about correcting him. Jotaro soon returned with an open beer in his hand, slinking in between Joseph and Kakyoin.

“My brother bothering you?” he asked as he took a long sip.

“Not really. What did you do with Polnareff?”

“We normally just leave him to sleep it off outside whenever he does that.” Jotaro shook his head slightly. “It’s the fourth time it’s happened by now”

“Polnareff is a danger to society, you should watch out for him, redhead-boy” Joseph chipped in a little too loudly, leaning heavily on Jotaro’s shoulder.

“He has a name, you know” Jotaro commented as he tried to shake Joseph off of his shoulder.

“Hey, Jotarooo, why didn’t you tell me you made a new friend?” Joseph looked close to crying at the apparent betrayal of not knowing every single little thing about Jotaro’s private life. His expression suddenly shifted as his eyes lit up.

“Or is he you boyfrie-“ he got interrupted as Jotaro quickly shoved him off his own shoulder, and onto Caesar instead.

“You’re fucking wasted Jojo” Caesar commented as he struggled to hold the alpha up.

“Hey Caesarino, let’s go beat Kars up!”

“Oh fuck yeah, I’ll back you up so hard!”

The two men wobbled towards the still half-naked Kars, leaving Jotaro and Kakyoin alone once again.

Kakyoin let out a nervous chuckle, as he tried not to ponder over the fact that Joseph had just initiatied that him and Jotaro were a couple.

“Your brother sure is something, huh”

Jotaro let out a huff of breath and gulped down more off his beer. “He is. You want anything to drink?”

“Sure” Kakyoin shrugged. “What do you have?”

Jotaro gestured towards the fridge. “Anything and everything, just grab whatever you like. I’m gonna bring some water over to Polnareff real quick, don’t want him to end up dying out there”

As Jotaro ventured out of the room Kakyoin rummaged through the fridge for anything remotely drinkable. He found himself gravitating towards a mostly full bottle of cherry liquor. He grabbed it and took a big gulp. While it was nowhere near good, it wasn’t the worst thing he had ever tasted. It would have to do.

Bottle in hand he ventured out of the kitchen, and almost crashed into a stranger in the hallway. The boy was slightly taller than Kakyoin, his hair styled into an impressive pompadour. Clasped in his hands were a large bag of McDonald’s.

“I was never here” the boy said in a serious tone before quickly making his way up the stairs before Kakyoin hadn’t even had enough time to blink.

Kakyoin guessed that he must be another one of Jotaro’s siblings, and simply settled for taking another sip of the liquor. It was getting easier to get down the more he drank, his mouth numbing from the slight burn of the alcohol.

The living room was still just as packed as it had been before. A mass of people were engaging in some kind of drunken dancing, while others had started to strip of their clothes, while making out with the closest willing person. The mixture of lust and both alpha and omega pheromones made Kakyoin slightly dizzy, and he once again felt completely out of place.

He decided to simply stick to himself and keep drinking as he watched the people dancing, while trying to block out the overwhelming scents and occasional moaning. His heat must be getting close, he wasn’t normally so bothered by public displays of affection. He instead focused on his liquor, gulping it down a lot faster than he probably should.

Before he knew it his eyes started having trouble focusing and his footing began to feel unstable. Everything around him felt as though he was experiencing it through a muddled filter. But at least the various scents and noises were a lot easier to handle now.

Kakyoin was busy trying to figure out if the couch was indeed moving or not, when a hand wafted in front of his eyes, bringing him back to reality.

“You drunk?” He recognized the voice to be Jotaro’s. Kakyoin grinned from ear to ear as he met his gaze.

“A little bit, maybe, perhaps” He shook the bottle to make a point, but discovered that it was now completely empty.

“oh” he said disappointedly. “You have any more of this stuff?” he asked as he waved the bottle in Jotaro’s face. Jotaro’s hand grabbed a hold of his briefly as he took the bottle out of his hand, setting it down on the table next to the.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink for tonight. Let’s get you out for some air” Jotaro said with a slight smile. Kakyoin pouted at him and shook his head.

“Don’t wannaaa” he whined loudly. Jotaro’s hand came to rest at the low of his back and Kakyoin’s mind was racing at the feeling of the Alpha’s strong yet gentle hand upon his body. Maybe drinking so much hadn’t been the best idea after all.

“C’mon” Jotaro said and gave a gentle push, leading Kakyoin through the sea of people and towards the back door.

The air outside was not as cold as he thought it would be. The alcohol was most likely what he should be thanking for that. Polnareff still laid stretched across the porch, covered in a blanket and snoring loudly.

Jotaro held Kakyoin steady as he uncoordinatedly sat down on the steps to the porch, Jotaro soon sitting down beside him.

“Are you cold at all?”

Kakyoin shook his head. “Nope, quite the opposite actually”

Kakyoin closed his eyes as he listened to the music coming from inside the house. His head was still spinning slightly, but his hormones seemed to have calmed down. He was now feeling more tired than anything. The two of them sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

“You have a beautiful home” Kakyoin commented, while he tried to refrain from swaying from side to side.

“Thanks. It’s been in the family for generations. Kind of a family heirloom at this point”

“Feels sort of risky to hold huge parties like this one if that’s the case”

“Joseph insists on having them. And they go without any major incidents most of the time anyways”

“Your parents don’t mind?”

Jotaro was silent for a minute and turned his gaze towards the ground. Kakyoin immediately got the feeling that he had said something he shouldn’t have.

“They can’t. They’re both dead” Jotaro’s voice was just loud enough for Kakyoin to make out the words.

Kakyoin opened and closed his mouth a few times as he tried to come up with anything to say.

“I- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up”

“s’alright, you didn’t know” Jotaro said, his voice having turned back to its original tone. His eyes however still had a tinge of sadness to them. His scent had turned slightly sour, something that only happened when someone felt distressed.

Before Kakyoin’s drunken mind had time to process what was happening, his inner omega had already reacted to the saddened pheromones wafting off the alpha, with Kakyoin’s head coming down onto Jotaro’s shoulder and nuzzling into him. It was an attempt at soothing the negative feelings that Jotaro was experiencing.

Both Jotaro and Kakyoin froze at the unexpected and unplanned contact.

“Oh!” Kakyoin exclaimed as he quickly withdrew from the other. “Sorry, my omega can make me act a bit spontaneously at times. It could sense some negative feelings and it just kind of… acted on its own”. He carefully avoided Jotaro’s eyes as he started twiddling with his own thumbs.

Jotaro stayed silent. Kakyoin could feel the embarrassment building inside himself. Stupid omegas always trying to comfort even when it wasn’t even wanted.

An arm looping around his shoulders brought him back to the present. His head once again fell to Jotaro’s shoulder as he was brought even closer, their bodies now fully pressed up against each other. Jotaro’s cheek rested against the top of his head, nuzzling into him slightly.

“Jotaro, it’s all right, you don’t have to-“

“I want to” Jotaro’s voice cut him off mid-sentence. “I think… I think I need this. Could we just stay like this for a while?” his voice was once again barely audible as it was mumbled into Kakyoin’s hair. Kakyoin could feel himself getting goose bumps at the combined feeling of Jotaro’s voice so close to him at the same time as his warm breath was hitting against his bare skin.

“Of course” Kakyoin managed to get out, voice barely more than a whisper. He closed his eyes as his body relaxed against Jotaro’s.

He couldn’t explain why, but he felt happy and safe in Jotaro’s strong but gentle presence. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking. Or maybe there was something else that could explain the warm feeling spreading through him like wildfire. Kakyoin couldn’t quite hold back the smile that broke out onto his face. He stifled back a yawn, his previous tiredness returning.

“I might fall asleep if we stay like this” Kakyoin mumbled, but stayed put against the alpha’s shoulder. Jotaro let out a slight huff of laughter.

“That’s alright. I’ve got you”

Those were the last words Kakyoin heard before he was lulled into sleep, with the slight smile still present on his lips.

#Jotaro x Kakyoin #jotakak #jjba #fanfiction #omegaverse #my fics #AITOE

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intrepidolivia · 7 years ago

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Tarot: 2--The High Priestess

High Priestess is a card of mystery, stillness and passivity. This card suggests that it is time to retreat and reflect upon the situation and trust your inner instincts to guide you through it. Things around you are not what they appear to be right now.

Olivia stared at Negan, open mouthed for a moment before she found her voice. “There was… a lot wrong with that sentence,” she told him.

He chuckled, clearly amused at her response. “Now, don’t be so hasty, lil’ Omega. There are a lot of perks to being a wife.”

“‘One of’ you said. ‘Wives’ you said. Implying there are multiples already.” She wrinkled her nose, glaring at him. “So in plain language you want me in your harem.”

He shrugged. “Look, I won’t force you. Just giving you the option.You can be my wife, not worry about having to earn points, live in luxury and have anything you want.” He paused, his dark eyes sliding up to fix her. “And of course, when you hit your heat you won’t have to worry about being without a mate.”

“No,” she said flatly. His suggestion made her recoil. She knew when her heat came it would be difficult, but she would die of the fever before she let some post-apocalyptic despot knot her, much less mate her. No matter how easy on the eyes Negan was, or how aroused the thought of his teeth on her throat made her.

Negan raised an eyebrow. “Feel free to take a moment to think on it,” he said drily.

“No,” she repeated. She looked away uncomfortably, wrapping her arms around herself. He was asking, at least. It was better than she’d expected, but clearly he still wanted her. If she went into heat, or he had a rut, would it still be a question?

“All right, doll. We’ll let it go at that. I won’t guarantee the question won’t come up again, but for the time being we’ll table it.” If he wondered at her reaction, he didn’t mention it. “I’m still going to put you in with my girls, though.” He held up a hand as she started to object. “Don’t get upset. It’s the safest place in Sanctuary. I’m not going to put you out there with everyone.”

“You don’t trust your people?” she asked.

“Fuck no,” he snorted. “They mostly obey the rules, but I don’t want anyone tempted to mess with you. Or for someone to lose their head because an Omega’s on the property. I don’t want you hurt, and I don’t want to have to kill any of my folks for hurting you.”

She frowned at that, glancing up at him. He’d killed Kevin without a second thought, but that had been a show of dominance to another settlement. Would he really kill one of his own people? The look on his face said he was serious. “I guess if that’s what you think is best,” she ventured.

He nodded. “No one, and I mean no one, gets to go near my wives’ rooms. Except me, of course. And Sherry is an Alpha. She’s got no interest in women so it’ll be like having a mama bear between you and the knotheads.”

“What about you?” she asked.

Negan smiled slightly. “I’m mature, doll. And I’ve been mated. My rut hits the same time as your heat I’ll stay away--if you want me to--but if it’s one or the other I can deal with it.”

She wasn’t sure she trusted him fully, but it was more safety than she’d had in a long time. “All right,” she said finally.

“Good. See? Progress,” he chuckled. “I’m even gonna skip the points for tonight, since you don’t look like you’ve been properly fed in a while. You can eat upstairs with the girls. I’ll show you around and take you to the infirmary for work tomorrow. Sound like a deal?”

It was hard not to respond to his smile. Wide and toothy, dimpled… He was handsome. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t notice. Between that and the heady, attractive scent of him, there was a part of her that wanted to take him up on his offer. But she’d only just met him, and she couldn’t be certain if his charm was only a front. “Yeah. I think I can live with that,” she agreed softly.

“Well then, in that case we need to talk rules,” he said.

“This where you tell me I have to drop to my knees and bow before you?” She didn’t quite mean to purr the question, but it was what happened.

Negan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his smile turning a little predatory. “Baby, I can’t deny the sight of you on your knees sounds hot as hell,” he rumbled. “But, yes. You’re not a wife, you’re just one of my people. And my people pay proper respect. Which also means much as I like that sass, if you’re in front of anyone else, you need to keep a lid on it.” His expression turned serious. “Because I like you, sweet thing, but if you mouth off where people can hear it I’m going to have to address it.”

She hesitated, nervously. “Address it…?”

“I’ll have to punish you,” he said calmly.

Olivia’s eyes flicked to the bat instinctively, and she felt her mouth go dry.

“Calm down, little Omega,” he said gently. “I told you, we aren’t monsters.” He sighed. “I won’t kill you for sassing off to me. Jeez, you need to lighten up, babydoll. You break the rules here, you get punished. Might dock your points, you might get a night in a cell…” His eyes slid over her hungrily. “Might put you over my knee.”

She felt her cheeks flood with warmth and she looked away. Despite herself, she felt a shock of arousal between her legs at the thought. She jumped a little as she felt his fingers on her chin, turning her face to look at him.

“Yeah, I think that might just be the most effective, hmm?” he purred, his thumb feathering over her lips.

She almost melted under his touch, but made herself pull away. She swallowed against the dryness in her throat. “Kneel to you, don’t sass. What else?” She tried to sound firm, but her voice was breathy and low.

He smiled, sitting back in his chair. “Well, now we get into the more serious issues,” he said, as though he had no idea of the effect he had on her. “No theft, no slacking on your job, no attacking others, stuff I don’t expect you to be a problem about.” He drummed his fingers on the desk. “And you don’t leave Sanctuary without my express permission. Hell, in your case probably not without me along. I’ll keep you safe, keep you fed. Abandoning your job and your community after what I’ve given you… that shit don’t fly.”

She nodded a little. So she was a prisoner there. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but at least she knew her situation a bit more clearly.

“Gonna have a few more for you, to keep you safe around here, but the rest is details. The girls can fill you in some. You seem like you’ll be good for me, though, right, baby?” He winked, almost teasingly.

“Yes, sir,” she said, forcing herself to ignore his flirtation. If she was in fact a prisoner, however gilded her cage, she wasn’t at all certain she wanted to get close to her jailor. Or, considering that he was trapping her there and paying her in scrip, her overseer.

“Save the formal shit for public, doll,” he drawled. He stood, hefting his bat over his shoulder. “Come on, let’s show you where you’ll be staying.”

Olivia followed him out into the hallways again, and he led her past more people, this time mostly armed. There seemed to be more Alphas sprinkled through the guards, and she tried to keep her head down and avoid eye contact. They knelt just like the rest of the workers outdoors, but there was a more powerful air about them all. His elite guard, she imagined. She caught a glimpse of one of them, a man with blonde hair hanging in his face, who raised his head as they passed.

One side of his face was a mass of scars with a melted-wax texture she recognized immediately as burns. His eyes caught hers, hard and cold, and she shivered, forced to look away.

She followed Negan up a set of metal stairs and down a far less populous hallway. She could smell perfume and hear music before they got to the door he paused at, rapping sharply before he came inside.

“Knock knock!” he called. “I hope no one’s decent!”

The room they entered was lavish by post-apocalypse standards. It was situated into a sitting area, complete with a stocked bar on one wall. There were plush looking chairs and couches, and in the corner a small stereo played music. What caught her eye most, however, was the other women.

There were five of them, all in sleek black dresses. Olivia suddenly felt very self-conscious of her ragged jeans and threadbare shirt. The tallest woman, with nut-brown hair, stood, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air. Her eyes fixed on Olivia.

“An Omega?” she asked, frowning slightly.

Negan put a hand on Olivia’s back, gently pushing her forward. “Ladies, I’d like you to meet Olivia. Some asshole brought her to give to me as a present and she’s feeling a little nervous about shit right now, so be nice.”

The woman who’d spoken stepped forward, and Olivia caught the scent of Alpha, cinnamon and vanilla. “No mating mark,” she murmured, and looked up at Negan. “She’s lucky.”

“Damn straight,” Negan replied. He glanced down at Olivia. “Ok, doll. This is Sherry.” He pointed at the others in turn. “Tanya with the black hair, Frankie the other redhead, Amy with the blonde braid, and Amber drinking me out of house and home.” He said it all pleasantly enough, but the blonde at the bar gave Olivia a withering look.

“Wife number six?” asked Amber sharply.

“No, Liv here isn’t a wife yet.” He gave her a wink. She tried to ignore it. “But I’m rooming her with you ladies because it’s not safe for an Omega to be out among the general population.”

Amber sniffed, taking a drink of wine. Olivia began to doubt that they would be friends.

Sherry, on the other hand, nodded. “You’re right,” she said. “The minute someone thought they could get away with it…”

Negan smiled, tipping her chin up in his hand. “And that’s why I brought her here, doll. I knew you’d take care of her.” He kissed Sherry deeply.

Olivia looked away, an unwanted surge of jealousy rising in her chest. She didn’t want Negan to mate her. She didn’t want him to knot her. She didn’t want him to look at her. She had no reason to be jealous.

She was startled out of her reverie when Negan’s hand dropped onto her head. He winked down at her. “I’ll send up food in a bit. You be good and listen to Sherry. And I’ll see you tomorrow, babydoll.” With that he walked out, leaving her alone with the wives.

Olivia drew into herself nervously. All eyes were on her, and it felt uncomfortable. Like she was cornered. Then Sherry smiled down at her.

“You must be scared shitless,” she observed. “Come have a glass of wine before Amber drinks it all.” She caught Olivia’s hand, pulling her gently to the bar.

“I… yeah I’m kind of intimidated,” she admitted. She accepted the offered glass, sipping appreciatively.

Sherry shrugged. “It’s okay. You’re safe here. Negan put you here to keep you out of everyone’s reach.”

“Except his,” Olivia muttered.

“Well, he’s the boss,” Sherry laughed. She took a breath and frowned a little. “To be honest I can’t believe… An Omega on her own without a mate…” She reached out, brushing back Olivia’s hair gently. “You’re lucky. After everything went to hell…”

“I was a target,” Olivia finished. “I know. I knew it was going to get bad and that a lot of Alphas and even Betas would be after me. I managed this long. If Kevin hadn’t decided to give me to Negan…” She shuddered.

Amber snorted from her perch on a barstool. “So she’s a fuckin’ Omega. That’s no reason for you and Negan to act like she’s some kind of special edition.” Her blue eyes narrowed. “Maybe if they’re so weak we’re better off if they get fucked to death.”

Olivia took a step toward the other woman. “Say that again--” she began.

Sherry’s hand on her shoulder stopped her. While it was unlikely, given Sherry’s orientation, that they would bond as mates, the brunette was still an Alpha. The command, even unspoken, stopped Olivia in her tracks, silencing her.

Sherry turned to Amber. “Don’t talk to her like that again,” she said calmly. “Omegas are what they’re meant to be and there’s nothing weak about that.”

Amber rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything else.

“Now, Olivia,” Sherry said, turning back to her. “Let’s get you settled. There’s a room next to mine. I imagine you have a lot of thinking to do.” She slipped an arm around Olivia’s shoulders gently, leading her away from the bar. “It’s okay to be nervous. You haven’t figured out what’s going on yet and you need some time. If you need to talk things out I’ll be around. But things aren’t as bad as they seem, I promise,” she said gently.

Olivia dearly hoped she was right.

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omegaverse-council · 7 years ago

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Underneath all that Skin, Were Just Beasts in the End

HANNIGRAM FAN-FIC BY UNKNOWNMUSING

Summary

Prime Alpha: A rare form of Alpha, which possesses the ability to communicate by a mark on their wrist shaped in either shape – diamond, rectangle, square – depending how many mates that the shape represents or a tattoo in the shape of a tree, flowers or ferns; can communicate with this Mark, telepathically with the other mate/mates; can cause them pain, by pressing down on a certain part of the Mark shape/tattoo to stop them from doing anything threatening or advancing on one of the other Mates, when they are not ready;

They were considered a threat to society and because they were known for the occasional violent Rutting – which occurred when they chose to mate – they were culled as to stop it, leaving behind only the normal Omega and Alpha. Their scent, also can affect Omegas who have not been bonded.

Prime Omega – This another rare breed. Mostly keep to themselves and prefer to be in the company of Betas, who they can sympathize with. Heats last longer and can usually result in them producing an addicting scent which Prime Alpha’s and even Normal Alphas cannot avoid.

Prologue

Snow is falling, spiralling down onto the surface of the frozen river and coating it in a soft blanket as they keep their eyes closed, listening to the wind going through the branches of the barren, skeletal trees; the creatures of the night, burrowing through it to try and find food and soon hear what they are listening out for.

Opening their eyes, they see the “Omega”padding on all fours towards them and came up to them then lowering themselves down onto my hands and knees, pad around them as they do the same in the soft snow.

Both, stare at each other and padding closer to them, inhale deeply their scent – while they do the same to the “Alpha”then fully place their body up against mine, nuzzling against their soon to be mate’s cheek, with a quiver running through them and they hear them gasp softly. “Prime Alpha.”

They gasp out, breathlessly and turning their face look straight into the Alpha’s eyes then lunge at them, causing both to roll in the snow, until the Alpha manages to flip them onto their back, their body between their open thighs.

“Prime Omega” They purr out, bending my head down as the in the far distance the chorus of Wolves howling begins as they sense the beginning of a “Mating Ritual” as keening wails and growling, echo in the frosty night air of the large forest near the outskirts of Wolf Trap, Virginia.

10 YEARS LATER

Location: Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane

Jarin’s P.O.V:

“Jesus Christ!!? Someone get the Medic. That is the 18th Omega, been affected again.”

“Seriously!!? I’m new here and you’ve had 18 Omegas, been affected by this unknown scent”

“Yep, come on. Help me with this.”

They walk me out of the back entrance to the Baltimore State Hospital, while I hear those words before the solid door closes behind me then looking down the stairs, see standing near the Escort van is an old friend of mine and the oldest Alpha in the F.B.I – Detective Jack Crawford of the F.B.I. Behavioral Unit.

I’m lead down to him, the handcuffs chains on my ankles and wrists clinking slightly in the process and see he is trying to keep a calm composure at the fact I had been locked up for…a Crime, which people were still trying to understand.

No-one knew though, what I really was under the surface and it would stay that way until I found my “Mates” because I was the last of my kind.

I wasn’t Omega or Beta or even Alpha.

No, I was the rare kind – which had been culled right up onto the 20th Century – and that was “Prime Alpha” – a species, considered so dangerous that even the “Ruts” were violent and more savage than gentle.

A scent hits my nostrils, causing me to stiffen when it wafts through the gaps in the clear plastic mask that covers the lower half of my face and recognizing it, turn my face immediately making Dr. Chilton, stumble backwards at the look I give.

His stick, clattering to the ground.

Meeting Hannibal Lecter

Jarin’s P.O.V:

The building of the F.B.I Behavioral Unit Headquarters, which brings back many memories of working there is welcoming sight as I’m brought out of the Escort van by the orderlies. It not changed at all.

Still the same faded brickwork, with ivy crawling up one side of the walls and reaching my hands up, take the plastic mask off myself as the straps had been loosened by one of the orderlies than allow the straitjacket to fall onto the gravel of the car park.

I stretch like a cat, arching it’s back after a very deep sleep with my hands above my head, while cracking my neck side to side for the satisfying pop of air in my bones then lowering them slowly back down when I’m done.

Jack, is watching with amusement and the fact I was making even the orderlies embarrassed by the groaning of releasing the tension in my body then begin to walk to the double glass doors, which swing open to reveal the polished corridors.

The high heeled men boots - because I had changed my shoes in the Gent’s, chucking the other one’s given to me from Baltimore State Hospital in the bin - echo of the polished floor of the corridor.

Passing faces of some old and some new, which makes me see that a lot has changed since I’ve gone and come to Jack’s office, stopping when the door opens to reveal Will Graham.

Both of us are not surprised to see one another at all, because we were both firmly attuned to eachother - him being an Omega, thinking I was a Beta - and steps out the way, heading off to his lecture as my nostrils are soon filled with scent of a very thoroughbred Alpha.

The man with slicked back blonde hair, maroon eyes and distinct face - which looks like it could of been sculpted by a Greek artist - is standing having a look at a map that has pictures pinned to it of Five girls - which had all gone missing when I had been to some people elsewhere or on Holiday - then he stills, standing up with his back straightening up.

He turns fully around to see, who has come in and that is when the mark on my arm chooses to throb so intensely it is blinding as I move a hand to squeeze it to stop the pain.

He watches with curiosity at the action of it and comes up to me, causing me to quickly move over to the map myself to have a look to distract him.

“Sorry, Ex-Military wound still twinges on bad days.” I say, knowing it is a lie and it was actually the fact I was meeting one of my “Mates” for the first time.

“Hannibal Lecter.” He says, introducing himself to me and holding out his hand to shake, which I do so then he leans closer to me, scenting my neck like every Alpha did when they met either a “Beta” or “Omega” in their life.

I keep myself still, resisting the urge to bare my fangs at him and he pulls back with maroon eyes flicking up to look at me then thankfully Jack, comes in to distract him from going any further with me.

But I think what would have happened if Jack, hadn’t appeared.

Among the Hidden Desires We have for Each Other, We Find Each Other Again

Chapter Summary

Author Notes: Me: Enjoy this real gem I have written with the scenes thankfully inspired by listening to my “Musing Again” folder on my Youtube Channel where I found some really good Hannigram Music Videos. Hannibal: (Comes up behind an Author, wrapping arms around their waist) Missed me? Me: Maybe…Hannibal. Enjoy the chapter, folks. (Walks off and keeping an eye on one’s spleen)

Hannibal’s P.O.V:

Jarin Thorne, had first been adamant in coming to my house for Dinner and yet, changed his mind for some reason when I said it might help relax.

So, we could get to know eachother better and understand about his friend Will Graham.

“Thank you.” He says, allowing for his Cajun accent to slip more from him as I pour some more wine into his glass, while the both of us sit on the large chaise lounge in the sitting room.

Both of our thighs, are so close that any closer and they would be touching then he turns his gaze to look at me, beautiful eyes of stunning lilac – which seems to swirl like mist rising from the ground on a Winter’s day – and gulps slightly.

This action causes his Adam’s apple to bob slightly in his throat and leaning closer to him, bend down his neck to inhale deeply a mixture of scents on him – the shower shampoo; fake “Beta” perfume and underneath it, the faint ting of it his own natural scent – then feeling bolder, fully press my lips against his throat and bring my hand up to entangle it into his hair – soft, fine and long enough to pull his head back for me to expose his throat more.

A breathless gasp escapes him, followed by him quivering against me and starting to purr in a certain way that is usually associated with an “Alpha”in alcohol-fueled pleasure.

He presses more into me, arching his back slightly and pushing him backwards get between his thighs – which he spreads open for me – then begin to trail my lips up and down his neck.

His hands close to my waist unclench and clench on the soft fabric of the chaise lounge and seem to want to hold me. Yet, he seems to be thinking should he do it or should he not. Moving away from his neck, I kiss my way downwards to his lower half looking at the bulge in the confines of his black leather trousers then unbuckling his belt, un-pop the button and pull the zip down to allow his musky scent to fill my nostrils.

Flicking my eyes up to him, I see he has his head laid to one side on the creamy cushions and looking flushed from the alcohol in system – a rosy hue covering his cheeks – as well as an evident arousal in his body then his hand comes up, taking hold of the back of my head to push downwards into his groin area.

“Haa…Just…do…it. Make me…cum.” He gasps out, huskily with a deep “Alpha voice” and smirking at him, pull his leather trousers down along with his boxers then bend my head downwards, hearing a breathless gasp of my name come from him.

“Hannibal!!?”

Francis Dolerhyde’s P.O.V:

“Uhhhh……No…Stop, please…UHHHHH!!!”

“Good little Omega…That’s it…Clench your tight thighs around this Alpha cock.”

Afterwards, when they finally release me and their knot goes down, allowing me to collapse on top of the bed cover with my body still trembling from the aftereffects of what had transpired with the “Alpha” who I can hear walking about as they pick up their clothes from the bedroom floor of the bed-chambers, hear them muttering under their breath.

“Bloody, waste of time trying to breed you, if you don’t except an Alpha’s seed.”

I try to move, only to bite my bottom lip at the pain which radiates from lower half through my spine to where…. I don’t want to think about it….and just lay there, with the release trickling down the side of my thigh along with some slick and blood.

How long have I been here in this…mansion belonging to the Verger’s?

It feels like…what happened between me and Jarin only happened a couple of nights ago.

How long…will you keep me here, Mason Verger?

Jarin, if only you were here for me.

Jarin.

Jarin’s P.O.V:

“Jarin” A ghost like whisper of my name, causes me to shoot my eyes wide open and stare up at the ceiling of Hannibal’s large bedroom with feeling that have dug my claws into where my “Tattoo” is and drawn blood, which is starting to trickle down the sides of my arm.

I manage to sheathe them, pulling my hand away from it and bringing my arm up begin to lap up the blood small blood stream running down my arm allowing for my saliva to heal the small claw marks then lowering it back down, know it deep down it had been Francis through the “Bond” that we shared.

Oh, god!!?…. Francis, if only I could I reach back to you.

Where are you, my Great Red Dragon?

Who has you captive in a gilded cage, which you can’t escape from? Who?

Turning my head on the pillow, I look at where Hannibal, is sleeping with his hand curled in front of his face on the one of the pillows then swinging my legs out from underneath the cover, I place my feet on the carpet.

Sighing shakily, I bring my hands up to my face and drag them down it then getting up, head into the bathroom stopping at the open doorway to look back one more time at the sleeping“Alpha” with a soft smile at the sight of him just laying with a strand of his blondish hair falling in front of his face.

He looks so peaceful in his sleep, like nothing could disturb of it. I step into the bathroom, going over to the sink and filling it water then bending my face down, splash water in my face to get rid of the sweat – which coats it – and lifting it, stare at myself in the mirror.

The smashing noise, followed by tinkling glass falling into the bathroom sink disturbs him from his sleep and he shoots up, staring at me standing there with a clenched fist at my side – blood dripping from knuckles; claws unsheathed and ears now more pointed and fangs showing slightly – then breathing softly in and out, manage to relax my body enough for the tension to seep out of it.

“Sorry…. I don’t what overcame me, Hannibal. I usually have more self-control over myself.” I say, while he comes up to me and takes hold of my hand inspecting the bloodied knuckles then brings my hand up to his mouth.

His tongue flicks out of his beautiful lips, with the cupid bow above them and begins to lap up the blood – allowing for his “Alpha” saliva to heal it because of the “Bond” we had consummated last night – as I watch him, silently then his maroon eyes flick up to me, with such a look I grab hold of him and whirling him around, grab his throat with one clawed hand.

I push him down onto his hands and knees, forcing him to submit to the “Prime Alpha” – the inferior species above a normal “Alpha” and “Omega” – as he presents himself to me with his legs parting more apart as I place my hands on his ass-cheeks parting them.

I gulp down saliva, that is building up in my throat and with a growl of passiveness rising within me to protect all three of my “Mate’s” starting with him, I shove my hips forward causing him to give a keening wail, his back arching with such force – it shows the muscles in his body shifting, along with his spine showing – then still holding his hips, begin to shove mine back and forth at a fast pace into them.

Hannibal’s P.O.V:

The pain, the excruciating pain and pleasure mixed with what he is doing to me, with him shoving his… “Prime Alpha” cock in and out of me at such an intense, brutal pace causes keening wails to come from me – that are more animal like than human – as he pounds into me from behind.

Feeling a “Prime Alpha” inside my own “Alpha”body is nothing like I ever felt before, seeing as I lift my head slightly that the wardrobe mirror has been moved a certain way so it shows the reflection of him behind me and me, on my hands and knees then a clawed hand comes up, grabbing hold of my head by my hair and wrenching it backwards slightly to expose my throat more.

He goes harder, faster with each thrust within me sending a spiderweb of blossoming ecstasy through me with the movements jolting my body back and forth then I tense, clenching my thighs around him with a shudder running through me as I shoot one hand backwards to grip one of his hips tightly with my claws digging into it for support.

“Uhhhh……Oh, oh…God…. Jarin, I can’t. Please stop. Please.”

“Haa…. I’m sorry, but I can’t. Forgive…me.”

It soon happens, followed by blinding with agonizing pleasure going right through my whole body as I feel his knot swelling within me and he brings me up flush against his chest with my back against it still within me.

My head tilts backwards, resting on his shoulder with my chest rising and falling heavily with the fact I have a “Prime Alpha” knot inside me as he brings my hand up to hold my throat then begins to move again, jerking his hips back and forth into mine.

My eyelids flutter, followed by me bringing my hand up to hold the back of his head – sifting my hand through his hair – and licking my lips to moisten them, feeling myself shudder as well when I cum harder than ever with pearly ropes splattering onto the tilled floor of my bathroom, while my own knot aches to be in an “Omega” as well – especially the “Omega”Will Graham.

(TIME SKIP)

Afterwards, now driving to work and him heading in the other direction to the F.B.I Headquarters, I come to office then park in the spot, always reserved for the car.

Cutting the engine, I unclip the seat-belt and sitting back in the driver’s seat can still feel the ghostly sensation of Jarin -holding me, touching me afterwards where he had released within me, fingering me until I had cummed onto his chest and followed by him allowing me to suck his…. cock and swallow down his thick, creamy seed.

Coming out of the memories of our “Mating” from last night and the early hours of the morning, I step out the car with the sounds of the city filling my ears then close the Driver’s door behind me, seeing standing at the steps that lead to the door is…. Margo Verger!!?

I’m surprised to see her, especially since we had both promised each other not to see one another after…. that incident at Verger Mansion, with her brother Mason Verger……and sighing softly, walk up to the door stepping out of her way when she goes to reach for my arm.

I head up the steps, going inside and heading to my office, where outside sitting on the seats outside the main door to it….is Will Graham!!?.… looking pale; body shaking and the smell of what could only be the…. beginnings of a full-blown “Heat” starting within his body.

I go over to him, hauling him up and heading out with him to my car – where with growling at him in my “Alpha voice” manage to get him into the passenger seat, clipping the belt around him – then closing the passenger, quickly go around to the Driver’s side.

Inside, I reach over to squeeze his shoulder to reassure everything is going to be alright and I’m here…for him as he shivers, followed a fresh smell of slick wafting up my nostrils.

This was no ordinary “Heat”and hear him whimpering at me to just pull over somewhere secluded when we get out of the town to the outskirts with his “Omega voice” that I must reach for his neck, pressing on the pressure point that will put him to sleep for wee while then return my attention back to road, trying deep down to deny the ache between my thighs.

Will Graham’s P.O.V:

Hannibal Lecter – the “Alpha”– who I had met in Jack’s office, helps me into my house and turning my face, I stare into his maroon eyes then rest my forehead against his to breathe in his scent – a mixture of forest pine, fresh mountain dew and crisp snow – and feel it relax me for now.

I’m aching with moist, wetness of my slick – that is gushing down the inside of my thighs – and I’m glad he is taking me upstairs to the other bedroom so we don’t disturb the dogs then inside the bedroom, he holds me, watching my chest rise and fall heavily under my already sweat-soaked shirt.

“Haa……Could you help me out of my clothes, please?” I ask him, panting weakly with my rational side screaming at me not to give in and yet, I needed this.

Needed him.

He helps me, stripping of the soaked clothes and placing them over his arm, heads downstairs with them leaving me alone in the bedroom as I crawl onto the bed, pulling the duvet cover around sorting it into a “Nest” grabbing more pillows to place in it to rest my head on it.

I hear him coming back up, his own clothes falling to the floor with the mattress soon dipping with his weight as he clambers into the makeshift “Nest” soon snuggling up against my back.

He is warm, making me purr softly at him and turning my face nuzzle against his nose then he moves, getting over me on his hands and knees then kisses my shoulder, lightly followed by him trailing his lips to my scent gland – where he takes in deep, shuddering exhale of my scent – and trails them further downwards.

He stills suddenly, only to grunt again and again with little whimpers then hear him panting breathlessly, making me roll onto my back to see he is touching himself – his hand moving up and down his already leaking shaft that is becoming slicker with pearls of pre-cum running down it – and moving myself, I place my hands on his hips.

Hannibal’s P.O.V:

Will holds my hips, massaging circles into them with his hands while I now lay on the mound of pillows in the makeshift “Nest” with his head bobbing between my quivering thighs as I lay my head to one side on one of the pillows.

I slide my hand down to sift it gently through his hair, while the other I cup his jaw - stroking his cheek lightly with my thumb – with breathless gasps coming from me. I bring my legs up, slightly and begin to rock my hips slowly into his warm, moist mouth then he pulls off my shaft, straddling me with slick coating both our lower half’s.

He lifts himself up, taking hold of my…cock…in his hand and lowering himself on it with a hitched gasp, followed by me arching my own back slightly then hunch into his chest with labored gasp at becoming fully sheathed inside him – his warm, moistness with slick spreading more onto my thighs.

I wrap my arms around him, holding him close to me with my heart thudding against my ribcage – because this is my first ever time, being with an “Omega” in their most fertile “Heat”– and quivering lift my head to look up into his blueish green eyes then feel him bend his head down to nuzzle against his nose against mine, mouth opening to reveal beautiful “Omega” fangs and a soft whisper of my name.

Both us begin to set a pace, with him moving his hips up and down in a gentle figure of eight, while I push up in sync with his thrusts holding the back of his head with one hand – sifting it through his curly locks – and the other resting on his back.

It is a gentle “Mating Ritual” between us and I feel glad, I’m not in a full-on “Rut” – where from previous experiences I had lost control of myself, hence why the crimes of the Chesapeake Ripper happened because of it so I could distract myself from taking an “Omega” to chase; mate and breed with – then tilting my head backwards, suddenly find myself jerking my hips up and down with grunts breaking the silence of the spare bedroom.

I’m so close, the pressure building along with my knot within him and gripping him tightly lay back down on the mound of pillows with both my hands sliding down to grip his hips to encourage him to keep on moving over me – riding me – then trembling, hair falling in front of my eyes with sweat running down my body in thick rivulets.

“Haa…. Will…I’m going to…cum. I’m…going to cum.”

“I…haa…know, Hannibal. I’m as well. Cum and knot inside me.”

“Mano Meile, Will. I…. love you.”

It soon happens, causing us both to arch in mirror sync and finding myself digging my claws into his hips with bruising strength – knowing I would have to sort it in the morning – give a keening wail of pleasure of his name as he does the same with mine.

“WILLL!!?”

“HANNIBAL!!?”

The shattering, intense orgasms surges through the both of us causing tears to form in my eyes to run down my cheeks and pulling him down flush against my chest surge forwards with my fangs biting straight down into his scent gland to consummate the “Bond” as he does the same to mine then I’m cumming harder than ever with my knot locking inside him with both of us shuddering in the makeshift “Nest” followed by both of us letting go each other shoulders – where blood is starting to trickle down mine.

He lifts his head, noticing I am trembling more than he is and give another tremble underneath him, followed by me releasing another gush of liquid warmth into him then both of us collapse - with the only sounds now in a spare bedroom - our labored breathing; hearts pounding against rib-cages and the smell of a most, emotional and intense “Mating Ritual”– and lay there waiting to get our breath’s back.

I’m soaking in sweat, just like him and letting go of his hips allow my hands to fall loosely at my sides then lay my head to one side, bringing one hand up to grip the duvet cover for support wincing as my knot soon goes down and allows him to move away, only to choose to lay next to me with his head settling on my chest.

“How do you feel? I…” I begin to say, only to gulp down the saliva building in my throat and go to continue when he shushes me by placing a finger on my lips.

“Don’t talk. I’ll be in “Heat” again soon and….it may take a couple of days of you staying here with me.” He replies, making me nod in reply and settling more down allow him to curl into me as both of us fall asleep so were well prepared for what happens.

Will Graham’s P.O.V:

“Uhhhh…. Oh, oh, oh……Harder, Hannibal…. Harder.”

“Fuck!!?…. Oh, Will….” He grunts behind, swearing for the first time – well the first time I hear it – and continues to undulate his hips back and forth into mine from behind while I’m up on my hands and knees in the normal “Mating pose for Omegas” at a certain, intense pace with him sliding a hand to the back of my head.

He grabs hold of the back of it by my hair, pulling it backwards to expose my neck so hard it bends my spine more and causes me to spread my legs more widely apart then he begins to move again.

But this time, it is harder like I asked followed by squelching due to my slick – gushing more down the inside of my thighs – and how it feels pleasurable with him going deeper within me then just as his knot forms, he pulls out of me.

Soon bending down to scent me with his nose trailing near my Scent gland.

“Sorry, it’s just…your scent has changed. I think, you need to check with one of the “Omega” pregnancy testing kits, I placed in your bathroom cabinet in case something like this happened.” He whispers, with happiness in his voice that I had successfully conceived his “Pup” or “Kit” and turns me over, soon kissing me on the lips.

I kiss him back, smiling softly in the kiss and reaching into the bedside cabinet pull out the one’s he is talking about then getting out a strip, slide of the bed and head to the bathroom – keeping the door open so he can watch me. “Do want the good news?” I ask him, looking at the double pink strip – which meant in a “Omega pregnancy testing kit” that one had conceived – and he nods in reply then continue.

“You’re a…. Father.”

Never had I seen Hannibal, so emotional and when he comes over grabbing hold of me to lift me up, I look down at him cupping both his cheeks to hold as his maroon eyes sparkle with unshed tears of happiness; joy and comfort he was getting a family with me.

Jarin’s P.O.V:

Happiness, joy and something else is surging through the “Bond” tattoo on my wrist from a far distance in the other place as I sit on the windowsill of a window in – Florence, Italy – with on leg up on it, while the other is on the floor.

I know I shouldn’t have left Hannibal and Will, along with Jack – who had insisted that I should stay and yet, he back down when I told him the reason was I needed some time alone – then know what I’m feeling is that Will, has managed to conceive with his first ever fertile “Heat”and Hannibal had mated with him.

The apartment door, opening makes me turn my gaze from the view of the glittering city at night to see Francis Dolerhyde – my “Prime Omega” - being led inside by Margo Verger then he lifts his face to suddenly stiffen in shock as he recognizes me.

He walks up to me, falling into my chest and sliding down the wall, below the windowsill with me holding him close to me as he softly whimpers at the fact were both back together.

I kiss his forehead, cheeks and eyelids followed by brushing my lips tentatively against his to test my reaction – feeling them quiver against mine – so pull back, but he brings his hand up taking hold of the back of my head to pull me back down again kissing me with gentle passion.

It becomes bolder, followed by him pressing his lower half into mine with his tongue licking across my lips – seeking permission to enter – which I soon allow then lifting him up, carry him out of the sitting room up the stairs to the large bedchamber – where the “Nest” for him as been prepared.

I lay him down in it, watching as he stares wide eyes at the old fake fur blankets – that had belonged to him, when we had lived together in the sea house on one of the islands of Greece– and begins to nuzzle into them, unwittingly – but still intentional – presenting his leather trouser clad butt to me.

This makes me step closer to bed, watching silently as he stills in his nuzzling and turning to face me, keeps his head bowed – not showing me it – then with my hand shaking, reach for his chin.

I manage to cup his chin, tilting it up so he looks at me and resting my forehead against his nuzzle my nose against his, deeply inhaling his scent - a crackling fire in warm hearth, with smoking curl of whisky and mixed herbs – then clamber into the “Nest” with him, taking hold of me to pull me over him.

Purring from the both of us, begins to fill the bedchamber – along with tears running down our cheeks of happiness that after such a long time and thanks to Margo Verger, we been reunited together – and laying on my side, kiss him on the lips lightly.

He kisses back, softly and gently with his hands coming up to rest on my chest – where my heart, which thuds against my ribcage lays – and it just how we consummate for now the “Bond” taking it slowly like we were Lovers meeting for the first time.

Finding Out One’s Mate Sadly Can’t Carry No More and Sometimes it Hurts to Feel Emotions

Chapter Summary

Author Note: Me: (Running through the snow of the Forest) Okay, Hang on….Hannibal, this not funny…Ooff!! (Knocked over by snowball)

Hannibal: That is for a late Chapter. (Smirking at Author)

Me: (Whipping snow out of hair, to glare at him as he gives amused look) Bite me.

Hannibal: Don’t tempt me. (Teeth flashing with hint of fang showing)

Me: Oh, Sugar cakes….Sorry, folks got to gooooooo!!( Running off as Hannibal runs after them, closely followed by Will who is holding his side and breathing like he just run a marathon)

Will: (Sees a quad bike near a tree) Hmmm!! Interesting, yes I think will. (Pinches keys and drives off in flurry of snow, while laughter can be heard in the forest, origin unknown of it)

Francis Dolerhyde’s P.O.V:

The smell of cooking, makes me lift my head from the mound of the “Nest” to sniff the air and crawling out of it onto the floor, I pad through the to the kitchen seeing Jarin, is standing there wearing a simple tank top; white jeans and an apron wrapped around his waist.

I go up to nudging his thigh with my head, making him stop cooking to look down at me with him placing the cooking pot on the back ring then hauls me up to my feet, wrapping his arms around me. I bury my face into the crook of his neck, just feeling glad to be with him after all the time I had been separated from him and yet, I’m afraid to tell him about what had happened to me.

“Is something wrong?” He asks me, voicing deep concern for me when I pull back slightly with my arms loosely around his neck and sighing decide to tell him.

“I…was treated like a…Broodmare…when in the hands of Mason Verger. He tried…multiple times to get me to accept Random “Alpha’s” to breed me for “Pups” or “Kits” …though in his case he wanted the males from me. I…never conceived and so he had me diagnosed by a special Doctor. I’ve…. Jarin…” I say, stopping when I can’t continue my sentence so take a breather to calm myself waiting for my heartrate to settle then finally continue it. “He…by doing what he did to me……I’ve…. become……Infertile…meaning I can’t give us…what I wanted for…so such a long time.”

My voice soon breaks, causing me to slide down on the floor, with him holding me tightly in his arms as I start to cry heavily for the chance that has been taken from me – the chance of having a family with him – and begin to tremble at the fact I will never hear; hold or see little one’s playing around with the both of us.

“Oh, god!!!?…. Oh, god!!!?…Just as I find our other “Mates” and that piggish Bastard has…I kill him, I swear to you I will kill him for you with him paying for what he has taken from us.” He hisses, pulling back to look at me with lilac eyes – changed into predatory mode – and gets up, hauling me to my feet.

Yes, Mason Verger…will pay for what has done.

And, I will watch you…Jarin.

I will watch you kill him for me.

Your “Great Red Dragon” …and Your “Prime Omega”.

I will…watch.

Hannibal’s P.O.V:

Will is humming some of the classical music that is playing on the radio in his kitchen, while I prepare us both some breakfast – after some gentle lovemaking upstairs on the sheets of our “Nest” and wonder how many little one’s would be running around in the future ahead – and looking over to him, begin to dish out the breakfast on two separate plates.

Picking them up, I carry them over to the kitchen island and place his in front of him – noticing he immediately he is eyeing the slices of bacon on my plate, because when an “Omega” conceived they tended to favour certain meats to conserve their chance – and before I can stop him, pinches them off my plate it makes me give small “Hey” in a joking manner at him and politely slapping his hand to stop him from taking the rest.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You were so absorbed in your daydreaming.” He says, making me bend down to kiss his cheek lightly, moving to nuzzle his nose as both smile at it then he playfully tries to nip at mine with his small cute – but when it came to be being in the bed, deadly – fangs as I purr softly at him.

“Alpha purrs” were form of communication between a “Bonded pair” and came in different varies of forms to show either Anger; rage; grief or even just pure Happiness at being with one’s Mate.

He soon begins to purr as well, making me nuzzle more against his neck – which I travelled down to - inhaling his scent with my eyes fluttering close at it and would have continued my ministrations if hadn’t been for his phone ringing loudly on the kitchen counter. This makes me sigh, pulling back to allow him to get off the stool and he picks it up, looking at the screen revealing it is…Jack Crawford.

He answers, listening to the man quietly without him speaking and nodding to something that makes the hairs for some reason on the back of my neck stand up for the first time.

Even though, I myself could compose myself when it came to controlling emotions – the way he had nodded was sending little warning signals in my head like sparklers being lit – it still brought some fear into my system for his safety and that of our unborn “Pups” or “Kits”growing within him now.

“I’ve got to go, Hannibal. It seems…last night…some murders happened. It…involves someone killing young pregnant “Omegas” and mutilating their bodies to point where they can’t be recognised except by the…Claiming bites on their Scent glands.” He says, causing me to immediately grab hold of him by the hips with protection rising upwards within me it causes my “Alpha” pheromones to spread out into the air like a deterrent to warn off an almost invisible “Alpha” in the room.

“You’re not going. I’m not losing you……I’m not losing you, like I did…Mis…” I begin to say only to stop myself when I nearly say my little Sister’s name – my Sister, who been the only female “Beta” in my family – and try to compose myself yet it is too late because he has noticed it and felt it through the “Bond” we share.

“Hannibal, if you’re talking about…. I mean if you’re talking about…your Sister – Mischa – I…. heard you whimper her name in your sleep…. last night.” He says, shocking me as I feel tears blind my eyes.

Before, I can even stop myself, I start to cry heavily with him, wrapping his arms around me as he walks me backwards to sit on the kitchen stool and pushes my head into his chest – covered by the warm, fluffy white nightgown – as he sifts a hand through my hair to help calm me.

“Haa…. She was the only one, I couldn’t protect…when they came for us. I wasn’t that strong, during my younger days as an “Alpha” and so was easily overpowered by the…thugs. They raped her…in front of me, Will and…. forced me to watch it.” I whisper, voice breaking with such emotion it causes me to fully wrap my arms around him to hold him closer to me and breathing in his scent to try to soothe me…which is thankfully.

“Hannibal, look at me…Hannibal, my…Love…look at me, please.” He says, his own voice breaking with words, so lift my head from his chest to look up at him seeing he is also crying with tears running down his cheeks.

“Sorry, I…. was going to tell you…. Was I going tell you, Will?……I miss her, so much….so much.” I weep out, pulling back to bring a shaking hand to my lips and just holding him close to me with my other hand.

I can’t stop crying.

It’s the first time my emotions are unleashing with such force it hurts to feel it.

It hurts to feel it.

It hurts to feel...Love from him.

Will Graham’s P.O.V:

Alana Bloom is the one raging at me, while I now sit in Jack’s office with cup of hot milk to calm my…. own to confess…. fucking nerves at what has transpired this morning with Hannibal in the kitchen, due to the fact I was now “Knocked up by own Therapist” her words not mine.

“What the hell were you thinking, Will? He’s your Therapist, not……Were you even thinking?”

“Alana, I was…in Heat when I arrived at his office. You can’t deny your body’s instincts when that happens”

“You were in……Heat?”

The way she says it, makes me lift my head to look up at her from the cup of hot milk and frown at her……You make it sound, you didn’t know or you just thought I was normal “Beta” like you……seeing how she is starting to pace back and forth, while the office door opens as Jack, comes in with Hannibal.

My “Alpha” and getting up out the chair, go up to him and feel him wrap his arms around me, kissing the top of my forehead as a “Alpha Purr” comes from him – that he doesn’t even bother to stop – then places hand on my abdomen, making me press more into him because of the endorphins running through my body then leads me over so we can both sit in the sofa in Jack’s office.

He keeps it there, resting it, where either his “Pups” or “Kits” grow within my womb and turning my face nuzzle into the warmness of his chest, while Jack smiles at the happiness he is seeing him making me feel then a phone ringing interrupts the bliss around us.

Jack, grumbles and getting out his phone answers only to stand up immediately as both me and Hannibal, hear him saying “Jarin Thorne” followed by the rest becoming confusing blur of him telling Hannibal to get his car and that he was needed at once at a place called Muskrat Farm as there had been incident that had occurred.

“Hannibal, just make it back safely.” I hear myself saying, whimpering it in a “Omegan Voice” as I lift my head up to consider his eyes and he kisses me breathlessly in reply to it, holding me close to him as something wet plips onto my cheeks.

“I will…I will.” He whispers back, voice breaking in the process.

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nate-ology94 · 7 years ago

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Metroid 2 Setpieces

Samus Returns is great, but there are some moments in the original game that I thought were unique, and unfortunately were not included in the new remake.

1. This goofy room

I like this room. You go in here and this statue unusually doesn’t seem to hold an orb with an item in it. Then you break open a passage to the room behind it and:

A bunch of extra item orbs laying around! One of them has the Varia Suit!

2. Weird nonsense geometry

Return of Samus is filled with weird shit like this to confuse you. This part comes to mind as the strangest one. You jump up through an opening in the ceiling, and then all of a sudden you’re in another room over a spike pit.

3. This damn shaft

Not much to say other than this is some really sadistic level design. The game gives you the Space Jump before the halfway point, allowing you to jump anywhere, as high as you want very early in the game. And then the gloves immediately come off in terms of difficulty.

4. Metroid fights in varied/gimmicky terrain

In the above scenario, Samus needs to fight a Metroid in a room covered in plant life that you can move through and that you can destroy by shooting, but it also blocks your missiles as they do not pass through it. This makes the fight a lot more interesting and challenging than it would otherwise be, and differentiates it from other fights against the same Metroid type. There’s another spot where there’s a Metroid buried in sand that gets in the way, and there’s a few fights in vertical shafts with small platforms. These help to make the fights a bit more varied.

5. Lots of enemies and a varied ecosystem

This doesn’t fit the theme of the list exactly, but I wanted to mention that Samus Returns doesn’t have a lot of different enemies. Some people playing it might assume the original was also like that, and that’s not correct. The original Return of Samus has a ton of creatures. Some are only located in the main tunnel, some are only located at certain depths, some are only in buildings, some only appear in one room in the entire game. It was a very interesting consideration to make for a Gameboy game.

6. This energy tank

I just think this was a neat little trick where you see the energy tank just out of reach like this and need to navigate this dark building to get to it.

7. The leadup to the Queen

The way Samus Returns handled this part of the game kind of baffles me. It’s really the only part of the remake I didn’t enjoy much. In the original, there are almost no regular enemies in the several rooms leading up to the Omega Metroid territory and the Queen’s chamber (in Samus Returns they throw tons and tons of enemies at you that don’t let up and also aren’t a threat at this point in the game; they also put a bunch of items in that sort of distract from the focus of this area). Silence is sometimes all the music you need.

No animals would dare live in the den of such an apex predator; they'd all be long gone. The quietness of this sequence establishes some very thick tension. Everything feels dead. There’s just weird pools of goo (birthing pods?) and your Metroid counter reading “01”. Then you see this:

The Chozo Statue holding the Ice Beam has been beheaded, the only destroyed statue in the series up until this point. This moment does two things:

-It establishes that whatever this final Metroid is, it is powerful and violent enough to do something like this.

-It establishes that whatever this final Metroid is, it must be smart. It recognizes the Chozo form and hates it. It also recognized that the Ice Beam is particularly dangerous to it, and attempted to destroy it for its own safety.

This is my favorite moment of visual storytelling in the whole series, and as good as Samus Returns and AM2R both are, neither remake captures this moment quite right, in my opinion (although AM2R tried to).

Those are my thoughts anyway. I know I’m the only person in the whole world who still thinks Metroid 2 kind of holds up and is good (especially if you play it on GBC or GBA which give it a very nice color palette, not Super Gameboy though because it looks like ass on that), but there you go.

#Metroid #metroid 2 #metroid samus returns #return of samus #samus returns #nintendo #3ds #gameboy #am2r

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chepsi · 8 years ago

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#txt #you REALLY don't have to and shouldn't read this it's mostly for my own reference and i love to talk so #it's really really long and incoherent don't read it #it's 3 am

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Dancing With Fire

Summary:Dan awakes from a one thousand year sleep and meets Phil who looks like someone from Dans mysterious past. See what happens as Dan and Phil build a relationship and shit goes awry

Rating: R

Words:2704

Warnings:Blood, Gore, smut

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Part 2 - The Agreement

When Phil opened his eyes he could hear birds singing right outside his window perched on a small tree, the bright shining sun was letting in a beautiful warm glow that casted over his blue bedroom. He knew today would be an amazing day, at least he thought so until he heard a loud voice in the living room. It was too muffled by the walls to be able to make anything out, but obviously someone in his pack was in distress and as the alpha of the pack, Phil raced to see what the problem was. Forgetting he was only in his boxers, and that his hair probably looked straight out of Frankenstein, the tall boy ran into the living at full speed looking like a hot mess. Standing in the door way he could see that three of his pack mates where huddled around the T.V. with looks of horror covering their faces.

“You guys, what’s wrong, by the way you sounded Christian I would have thought somebody died.”

Christian was one of the omegas of Phil’s pack, He was known for being very loud an overdramatic so Phil immediately felt the sense danger dissipate. Looking over their shoulders he could see the T.V. was on the news station, a news reporter was standing in front of a house that Phil could recognize as being only a few miles down the road. His blood ran cold as he reminded himself of yesterday, meeting Dan and then him being on his way. Dan had to be behind whatever happened to his neighbors, he just hoped it wouldn’t be too bad.

“After authorities were notified when nobody from the Jenkins family made it to work this morning patrol units were sent to their Michigan home in hopes to get in contact with the family. After arriving police were baffled to find both Bob and their daughter, Lucy’s cars still in the drive way. Upon further inspection authorities say their front and back doors where left wide open but that isn’t what brought all of Genesee police to this location, what did was what detective lance refers to as an utter blood bath. We warn some viewers the images we are about to show you are very disturbing.”

The news women panned out as an array of pictures swamped the screen. Blood, so much blood. Phil is almost certain in his entire life he’s never seen this much blood. The images were enough to have Christian throwing up into the small trash can next to their lazy boy while his mate PJ rubbed small circles into his back tenderly.

“Who could have done something like this?” asked PJ while he continue to comfort his omega.

Phil could feel the hair on the back of his neck begin to sweat as while as his large palms. Just as the alpha was about to confess Chris was already on an uproar.

“It has to be some fucking newborn vampire, those damn blood suckers never care about shit, we are gunna have to go find this piece of shit and kill it before it can cause more harm.” Raged Chris, who then slumped back into his seat with a huff.

Phil knew he had to tell them who did this, but the thought of hurting Dan made his knees weak. Dan couldn’t have done this, he was such a small pretty thing, with beautiful golden eyes that pierced into his soul and also had abs like a god. Yet Phil also had to realize the probability of it not being Dan and he hated to say it, but it was slim, very slim.

Walking in front of his pack mates with no courage, Phil hanged his head slightly to not meet their eyes before he spoke timidly, “Well I might have met this vampire yesterday, I think it was him, or might have been hi-.”

“What do you mean you met a vampire, how, why and where were you?” questioned PJ, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

It wasn’t that vampires weren’t very common, but they rarely let werewolves be close enough to them to live in the same city, let alone to meet. Vampires were very aware that werewolves where stronger and faster than they were after the Great War, but they were also much more cunning, and could heal their wounds in minutes, not to mention that immortality thing.

“Well I was at the cemetery visiting… well you know who, and I could hear somebody screaming from under the ground a few rows over so I ran to where I was hearing it and I started digging. I dug down to this weird looking black and gold casket and when I opened it there was a vampire inside. He was dying so I let him drink a little blood and I brought him back here for a shower but he left right after. He was super small and tiny I didn’t think he could even harm a human he was so tiny let alone do any of that!”

Phil could see that PJs face was scrunched with pure anger and knew he was about to get blown up at by the beta. “Phil, so you’re telling me not only did you let a vampire drink from you, you showed him to our home, our home where we live, also you’re telling me this vampire was inside a fucking coffin buried in the cemetery what the fuck is all that? Sounds straight out of a movies to me, you sure this wasn’t a dream?”

Phil could only nod leaving to the laundry room to retrieve the vampire’s now clean clothes from yesterday.

Showing the clothing to his pack mates Phil continued, “Not only that but his grave depicted that he was born in the 900’s! When I asked him about it he said he wasn’t born then, and that the reason he was buried in the ground was because he was sleeping, sleeping you guys!”

Chris, PJ and Christian where now studying the pieces of clothing like it was new found treasure, the clothing looked oddly fancy as if Dan might have been a part of some royal blood line.

Chris was the first to reply with a serious look on his face, “This guy sounds like bad new, we should leave it to the vampire counsel. I’m sure one of their minions has seen this news report and they are already on their way to exterminate him.”

PJ nodded his head towards Chris, agreeing with his words entirely. The Larger Werewolf out of the three understood their concerns, but still couldn’t wrap his mind around the little vampire doing something like this. Sure he didn’t know Dan very well, but he needed to speak to him, hear his side of the story. Surely there had to be some sort of explanation for what had happened.

“A vampire who is over a thousand years old sounds like very bad news, we need to tell the rest of the pack mates to stay on guard. Not to mention I find it very odd that no bodies were found at the crime scene don’t you?” questioned PJ.

“Yes, especially since there were clear indications the bodies were dragged out the back door and into the back yard, yet the trail of blood stopped right there. I wonder what happened.” Replied Chris who then stood from his chair and walked over to phil. “Also by the way you should put some pants on captain.” And with that Chris left the room, to go warn the rest of the pack. The alphas face became red and hot with embarrassment before he darted off to his room. What he thought was going to be a good day, had already become the worst and he had only been awake for an hour.

Off in the city in a small apartment Dan was causally sipping a glass of scotch in a luxurious leather seat while a newborn vampire frolicked around him. He had decided to let this one entertain him for the time being until it was closer to dusk to reunite with Phil. The strong liquid burned his throat as he sipped it admiring the newborn in front of him. He was moving his hips in an exotic way, keeping up with the rhythm of the music. The older vampire found it very enticing and waved him over with a sly smirk. The blond haired boy sauntered over to him sexually, placing a knee on each side of the elder while grinding on him softly. With drink still in hand Dan placed his other hand on the small of the shirtless boy, grinding his own small hips into the ones above him. Dan motioned for him to take a place between his legs soon after the grinding began, using his spare hand to entwine in the newborn’s hair, Dan directed his face into his awaiting crotch.

“You know what to do, don’t you my toy?” Purred Dan.

The boy quickly took Dan’s length out of his pants sliding his tongue from the base to tip in one slow motion before putting the head into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip while he massaged his balls delicately. Dan hummed as a warm feeling engulfed his body and took a small sip of his drink. The vampire could tell the boy wanted to please him greatly for the new life he had been given, but he didn’t know his fate was sealed the moment Dan walked through his door.

The newborn vampire sucked hungrily at Dan’s rock hard cock, spit was pooling at the base of his dick as the vampire sloppily pleased him. His tightened his hand in the boy between his legs hair holding his head firmly to his groin while he shot white streams down his throat. The newborn grew scared when even after he was pulled away from Dan’s cock the grip in his hair stayed secured. When he looked up at his maker a demonic aura was pouring out from him and the boy could only feel death emanating from him. Too scared to move the vampire stared helpless into Dan’s eyes while the older vampire grinned. In a quick motion that the boy couldn’t even comprehend, there were fangs on his neck drinking his blood supply quickly, and before he knew it darkness had engulfed him. After he had drained every drop of blood from the blond boy Dan watched as he fell limply to the ground.

A deep red blushed covered the vampires cheeks as he fell back into the leather seat. Soft moans and gasps passed his slightly swollen lips as he rode out the feeding high. His small hips bucked into the air as he gripped his hoodie tightly, and small tears appeared at the edge of his eyes. Ignoring the overwhelming sexual urge after feeding was impossible to Dan, and left him momentarily helpless as he struggled to not get lost in the pleasure.

The euphoric feeling in his veins eventually subsided and all he could now think about was phil. Taking a small peak outside Dan figured it was still light enough to dispose of the body, but dark enough that by the time he arrived at the alphas house he wouldn’t seem suspicious. The vampire took note as he lifted the cold body that this kill had been much cleaner than the last, without so much as a single drop not making it into his hungry mouth. Calmly leaving the apartment the vampire was glad none of its other residents were lingering in the hallways, not that they would be difficult for him to deal with. Although just as he though they made it out without wasting extra energy a man walked in threw the front door to the complex and stared horrifically at the body in Dan’s arms.

In a flash Dan was centimeters from the man’s face peering deeply into his eyes, “You will go to your house, you will forget seeing me, you will forget seeing this body, now go.”

Dan giggled with amusement as the man walked away in a zombie like trance up the stairs, he loved toying with humans. Walking out the front of the complex he lazily tossed the body into the sun and watched as the figure immediately caught fire and burned to ashes. With his mess cleaned up the vampire happily wandered towards Phil’s house. By the time he arrived night had fallen peacefully around him, his walk there was silent with only the stars to keep him company. Though Dan was instantly displeased as the smell of other werewolves invaded his sensitive nose. Phil’s pack was home, great. All the small vampire wanted to do was spend time with Phil, but it looks like it won’t be that simple. Before he could make it up the cement path to the front door the tall alpha Dan had came over to see ran out of the house with two other werewolves behind him. He could tell instantly from their demeanor they were angry, but why, he did not know.

“You! You where the one who killed those people, you monster!” Shouted some curly brown haired boy from Phil’s left. Dan noticed Phil’s expression was pained as they stared into eachother eyes. The vampire didn’t understand what the big deal was, or why the werewolves even cared.

“What does it matter to you if I did? They were just humans.”

Dan noticed the way Phil’s pained expression turned to sadness in realization that it was him who ruthlessly killed those people.

Surprisingly the alpha took a step towards Dan with his hands slightly reached out, “You probably don’t know this, but vampires don’t kill humans anymore, they go through the blood banks, what you did last night Dan... was terrible, and the vampire counsel will want to destroy you for what you did!”

Phil watched as the little vampire snickered at what he had to say walking closer to phil. Putting his hands out in front of his pack mates who grew rowdy as the vampire drew closer to their alpha. They backed off but still stayed in a protective stance ready to pounce on the vampire in an instant if need be. They all watched as Dan stood on his tippy toes and wrapped his arm around Phil’s soft white neck, who still had to bend down slightly for him to reach.

Staring into the alphas eyes Dan spoke softly, “those fools from the vampire counsel wouldn’t dare come for me, you have nothing to worry about, and if my dear Phil has such a problem with me drinking from humans, perhaps you could offer your blood to me instead?”

Phil’s pale face blushed deeply as he felt Dan’s cool breath on his neck as he hushed his worries. It was almost as if the vampire could read his thoughts, Phil yearned for the vampire to feed off him again. The pleasure the taller man felt the last time was insane and couldn’t believe he could feel as good as he did that day. Dan let go of Phil and stared into his deep blue eyes as his own wracked over the small form in front of him. The vampire looked much different than when they first met. Dan’s skin was a milky white with an almost silver glow to it, his eyes were much brighter and shined a sunny golden glow. Dan’s beautiful brown hair was now in lushes waves that fell just above his shoulders with a soft silky look to them. Even the vampire’s voice was smoother as he spoke to him, the pull Phil felt for the vampire was immense, of course he couldn’t turn this adorable things offer down. While PJ and Chris yelled something towards the werewolf, he filtered them out and so did Dan, both of them getting lost in each other’s eyes.

“You can have my blood” answered Phil, and he knew right there that he had made the crazies decision of his life, and boy did it feel oh so right.

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