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semischarmed · 4 years ago

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Chrysalis, Part 2

“Yeah... Steph broke up with me.” I say to him, trying to bring some of the old Kyle’s feelings out to show some semblance of distress but there is nothing to bring out. Instead, I cannot help but go from a fake pout to a giggle. It obviously reads a bit creepy, but Red takes the awkward situation well, nervously laughing to match my giggling before giving a sympathetic grimace. “Oh man, I’m real sorry about that bro, I know you two were super close. Fuck Steph. Maybe we can hang out or do whatever dude, just kind of get your mind off things” he states, as he reaches for a shoulder pat. I reciprocate by pulling him into a hug, much to his surprise, stating “Thanks man, for everything, I don’t think I can be alone right now”. And I never will be.

“Yeah man, anything you need, I’m here for you.” He warmly replies back, giving me a pat on the back. In our embrace, I take a whiff at his chest, remaking on his flavor. Woodsy, fresh cut grass, just a bit acrid and the smell of fresh rain. God he smelled good. I took another deep inhale, moaning imperceptibly before trying to slip inside him. Instead, I am met with disappoint at my inability to get inside my big bro. He pushes me back from my extended embrace with a slight crinkle in his nose, again treating the awkward situation in stride. “But uh, maybe take a shower first” he laughs.

———

Richard Levi- or “Red” as he was better known- was my Big Bro at Sig Chi. Though, from Kyle’s old memories, it actually wasn’t until I met him a fourth time that I found out his name wasn’t really just “Red”. Apparently, the previous frat president was also a Richard and a less confusing name had to be chosen for the then-freshman. The frat had taken to calling him ‘Red’, on account of his fiery red hair and soon after, the entire school had caught on. Though it was mean-spirited at first, Red never seemed to have been bothered by it, and by the time I arrived, there had only been one “Red” in the frat. Beyond that, my body knew very little about his Big Bro. From these memories it was fairly obvious that he has been trying to connect with the old Kyle after they had been paired, though Kyle was relatively disconnected in their conversations. I’m not even sure why the old Kyle stuck around with all the frat stuff to be honest, since apparently this seemed to occur with all the other members of the frat. If anything, Kyle seemed to only open up around Steph. That is, until I became Kyle. The new Kyle was confident. He was attentive. He was social. In a sense, Me being him had allowed for ‘Kyle’ to be greater than the sum of his parts, we succeeded in areas where the other could not. Where Kyle was oblivious, I was not. Where I could not succeed socially in school, my newly confident self as his body could. In a sense, we completed each other through my possession of him. And I loved every moment of it.

I’ve been living through my forever host Kyle for a few weeks now and it has been nothing short of fantasy. From hanging out with my frat bros to getting hazed to winning a few more games. All of it was worth it. All of it made life feel like life. Even the mundane feels great in his shoes. Waking up, brushing my teeth, exercising. Just living. Knowing it was me inside, me in his skin, using his hands, walking his legs, breathing in his lungs. Ecstasy.

A few of his-well, my- friends noticed the new and improved Kyle. Friendlier, less reserved, smellier. That last bit might have been my fault. I love Kyle, all of him- and that included his musky, putrid odor which has only intensified since his possession. With me running the show, this meat-suit can’t help but respond in kind by rewarding my constant ecstasy in this body with a steady stream of its pheromones. It also probably didn’t help that I had a penchant for covering myself in my team’s scents and for avoiding any of his deodorant. In any case, I found it hot, I wanted people to know what this flesh of mine was. I was Alpha. I was living testosterone. Athlete. Me.

Still, I wanted to make sure I truly did have him forever. My old body had the ability to slip into others and ever since I had become Kyle, this new body has not been able to replicate the same feat. I speculated it was just a byproduct of my fairly recent acquisition but it’s been a few weeks now and I still haven’t had any indication that this body retains my old ability. Of course this came with the worrying thought that, despite all my preparation, all my effort, Kyle was still just a pile of flesh that my old body was just wearing temporarily. No. I can’t think in that way. This is me. I am Kyle.

So of course, I’ve been testing my old abilities in this body, trying with every hand shake, every shoulder hug, any physical connection with someone to get inside them. I’ve been fucking tons of cute guys on campus too, though no one in Sig Chi seems to have noticed. Either that or they had another reason to not bring it up- perhaps they were trying to avoid an awkward situation. In any case, despite all these attempts, I’ve had no such luck with my little possession crusade. At least, I hadn’t until last week.

The last time I fucked Mark- some cute rando on the 8th floor of my dorm- I left a little of my cum inside him. In just that split second, I felt his mind and body open up to me, and I took advantage of that brief glimpse to jam just a bit of my arm inside. That was when I had my first epiphany. Of course. Me-in-Kyle was like a new body, not just me possessing him, so it only made sense that I had to rebuild my old abilities from scratch. Still, possession in this new Kyle body seemed to operate differently. Maybe it was the extra power from his vitality, but I definitely seemed to maintain the tiniest bit of residual control over Mark. Nothing too crazy, just very slightly influencing some of his decisions the following week like what he wore or making sure he didn’t tell a soul about the half possession. This had some application. My old body had been able to possess groups of people before, though it had some limited uses. For one, they had to be somewhat close to each other, and at some point, I could no longer maintain that state and my physical form had to reconvene, ending the session. This? This was different. Even now I can feel the traces of my control over Mark. Kyle’s sperm must be really fucking virile. Mixed with my latent ability for possession? We were potent.

Before I could ponder what I could do with this new power, I began to feel a bump in the back of this body. Cosmic correction perhaps? Whatever it was, I felt myself being separated from Kyle. From Me. At least, most of myself was overcome with an intense numbness akin to the separation after a possession. One of my arms remained tethered to him, preventing the force from removing me Kyle’s body fully.

This, of course, chilled me to the bone. I didn’t just possess Kyle... I became him- if we were separated what would happen to each of us? For one, I embedded myself into him, became the crevices of his mind and self. Whatever would left over without me wouldn’t be Kyle or me, so much as it would just be a pile of living flesh. Likewise, what would become of me? The guy who no longer had a separate physical form from Kyle. I looked at my arms, quaking in fear at the events that had just transpired. What I did to me, to Kyle, truly was against the natural order of the universe. Was I on a ticking clock then? Doomed to one day disappear for my sin? I stared at my arms again. That was when I had my second epiphany. I smiled wickedly. So that’s how it was.

Chrysalis. That’s what I called my special little device, my glorified sleeping bag meant to catalyze the process of forever tethering me to Kyle. I have long since disposed of the thing, but it was clear I had need for another run of the Chrysalis. Or rather, a chrysalis.

The second epiphany came in the arm that I had used to test possession through Mark, the arm that had kept me tethered to my true body, against the natural order. The second epiphany was that I was not complete. It was the need to balance the scales. A separate possession and container were need for me and Kyle to be one. Two became one. So, in much the same respect, what I needed was to balance the books. What I needed was to fully possess another as Kyle, thereby fulfilling the cosmic debt. “One” will stay as one through a process that fulfilled both my of requirements of container and possession. I need to possess someone. I need a human Chrysalis. And I knew just the guy. I immediately started masturbating. I’m gonna need a lot of cum.

So, that’s where I am right now. I’ve been hanging out with Red, nearly every day, making us closer, all the while slipping bits of my seed into him. I started out with just a bit in his water bottle during one of our gym sessions, when he wasn’t looking. God it was hot. I watched him choke a little too, when his mouth came across my wad of goo but nevertheless he downed it like a champ. He laughed the whole thing off but I could tell he was a bit disturbed by whatever was in his bottle. I was able to will him to hug me a half second longer than usual.

Another time, I baked some nice cookies with a bit of me-juice in them. He found them delicious. I couldn’t help but moan a little when he first bit into it. He moaned too, before sheepishly stating “my bad bro, these are just some really fucking good cookies.” I played along, giving him a “Aww thanks man. Made these special, just for you”. He willfully ignored my wink after.

Half a week ago, I slipped a bit in his shampoo bottle. That was pretty kinky, until I realized he had just washed it all off. So yesterday, I put a big extra batch in his sandwich when he wasn’t looking. That one was apparently extra potent. He took his first bite- big, messy- getting a dribbling of “Mayo” over his beard. Instinctively, he motioned to wipe it off with a napkin, but stopped him. He watched me quizzically, as I began to scoop the mayo sucking on the little extra I got on my index finger before stuffing the rest in his mouth. “The fuck? Dude...” he chuckled gently as I felt both heat and tension increase. He was huffing, entranced, taking moist, shallow breaths as I tug on his beard, pulling his head closer to mine. “You need a bit more” I whispered, as I began to unbuckle my jeans. Red snapped out of it, pushing me away, whispering “wait... what the fuck man, what was that?” For a few brief moments, we just sat there in awkward silence. He glared at me, before closing his eyes and taking a deep sigh. “Uh, look, I... won’t tell anyone at the frat. ok? Just... don’t ever do that again. Anyways, I don’t even swing... well... Besides-“ he chuckled, returning to his normal self and tousling my hair “You’re my little bro. That’s, kinda... like... incest, you know?”

This one’s a fighter. By now, there’s gotta be a pint’s worth of my cum swimming inside him. Whenever he hangs out with me, I throw a little here and there. A quick squirt here, some extra cream in his coffee there, maybe a little extra icing on that cake. I make sure the parts of me inside him wriggle inside, get him extra hard, slam his brain with some extra dopamine around my scent. By all accounts he should be squirming in ecstasy when I’m around. But Red... he’s a cut above the rest. No matter what I do, he seems to just shrug it off. The most I’ve ever seen was maybe a gaze linger half a second too long.

It’s been a few days of this and I already feel the slightest dull sensation in my body. The universe trying to correct itself. Still, I have faith in my plans. He’s almost ready, I think. And if he isn’t ready, I’ll make him ready. I want this day to be special. The day I become Red and the day I truly become Kyle.

—End Part 2—

Next one should be up relatively soon...

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destiniesfic · 4 years ago

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132 Hours, Chapter 15

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“But that’s ridiculous,” I protest. “You hurt me all the time.”

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The day is bright and pleasant, but the sunlight and soft breeze are an assault on my senses after my time underground. I limp to the ambulance, which is parked on the grass, rear doors open, waiting for me. I ease myself to sit in the back, next to Cardan, who inexplicably has a blanket tightly wrapped around his shoulders. When I’m no longer standing, I sigh. I’d thought that after sitting and lying down for days I’d be desperate to move, but it turns out I’m actually very tired. When no one is looking at us, Cardan leans over and nuzzles my nose with his.

I smile at him weakly. Everything is too much and not enough. It seems to me that I am watching Madoc and Balekin talk to the detectives from very far away, like they are characters on a TV show. I just want to go back to the Amagansett house—or my actual house, hours away—and curl up in a bed that’s mine. But that fantasy leads to complications too. What will Oriana say when she learns what I’ve done? What will Taryn say?

Not wanting to spiral, I search for anything else to talk about. “Are you cold?” I ask Cardan, glancing at the blanket.

“Oh, no. It’s for shock or something.” He looks down at himself. His kitschy t-shirt is partially obscured now. “But, you know, free blanket.”

“Yeah,” I say, like that makes perfect sense. My head is spinning. “Was Balekin… happy to see you?”

He sets his jaw. “He was glad I wasn’t dead, I guess. But that’s about the only thing I did right.”

I look down as my fingers curl into my palms. I don’t examine how much I want to wrap my hands around Balekin’s throat. “My dad knows,” I whisper. “About us. I think I’ve talked him out of killing you.”

“That’s good. I’d really rather not die after surviving all of this already.”

“You’re taking this really well.”

Cardan shrugs. “If we’re bonded now, and your father isn’t going to kill me, that means I’m part of your family. Dain is dead, and Balekin will find it harder to touch me.”

“Oh,” I say dully. No wonder he wasn’t that mad at me mating him. We can’t stay in the basement forever, but he still has a way out. It makes sense. I can hardly blame him.

“Not that I’m necessarily thrilled that your dad could have any sway over me, given that he’s maybe a murderer and almost as scary as you are.”

“Right.”

He cocks his head at me, sensing my reticence. “Jude.”

I look away.

He leans over again and nudges the nape of my neck with his nose. “Hey.”

“What.”

Cardan chuckles, but it sounds nervous. “Jude, I’ve thought about mating with you since I was fourteen. And back then it made me feel panicky and trapped—”

“That’s just what every omega wants to hear.”

“God dammit. Look, I’ve always been afraid to want things—not clothes and shoes and shit, things that matter—because they’re always ruined. I always screw them up, or someone else screws it up for me. This is…” Out of the corner of my eye, I see him look down at his hands. “I didn’t want it to happen this way, because who would? But I want to help you through the next heat, and the next one. Actually do it right. I want to be your mate, Jude.”

I turn back around to stare at him, incredulous. “You want that?”

He nods, slowly.

“But you—you didn’t. For days, you didn’t. You held off and it should have been impossible if you actually—wanted me.”

“Well, it felt impossible.” He lets out another nervous chuckle. “I wanted you so bad, but more than that I wanted you to want me. I didn’t want to just go and mount you or whatever the hell I’m supposed to do. For once, I wanted to be better. Sounds crazy, right?”

“Yeah,” I say slowly. “It does. You wanted to mate with me so bad that you didn’t mate with me.”

“Jude. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“But that’s ridiculous,” I protest. “You hurt me all the time.”

“Yeah, I did.” Cardan looks down at his knees. “But not like that. Never like that. I may have made some off-color jokes, but I would never have done what Valerian tried to do. I mean, I hoped I wouldn’t, and now I know.”

“You made me miserable.”

“I know.”

“I definitely shouldn’t want you as a mate.”

“No, I guess you shouldn’t.” Cardan sounds resigned, and hangs his head. “Well, the pheromone marker cleansing is kind of time-consuming and expensive and unpleasant, but I guess—”

I thought hurting him might feel good, but it just feels like a hollow pang in my chest. I ask, “You want me to be your mate, though?”

He looks up at me with those dark eyes. “Yes,” he says.

I nod. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He stares at me, a grin that he doesn’t dare unleash just yet tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yes. I hated you so much for so long because you smelled so good and you were so mean. So if you could stop being mean for a while, and you’ve proven you have, I think we could find some common ground.”

Cardan sniffs. “Well, I may have to remain a little mean. For the sake of my reputation.”

“We’ll see.”

“You don’t want me totally defanged, do you?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

He laughs, then he lowers his head to nuzzle again, this time at the bite mark he left on my neck. I am flooded by his delight. From nearby, someone clears their throat. We look up to find a paramedic standing in front of us, face half-hidden by a surgical mask, patiently waiting for us to submit ourselves to examination.

“Oh,” I say. “Uh.”

Cardan, who is utterly without shame, is grinning when he straightens up. “Actually, we’re both fine, thanks.”

“That’s for us to determine,” says the paramedic. Something about him is oddly familiar, but his height and build are totally nondescript. Where could I have seen him before? “To start, we’re going to make sure you’re not concussed.”

Cardan just groans.

The paramedic bends at the waist and takes a penlight out of his pocket. “Just look into the light here for me.”

That voice. It’s the voice. I narrow my eyes at him. It is weird, on second thought, that he’s wearing a mask. It’s not like we’re possibly carrying an infectious disease. Cardan raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t move as the light shines into one pupil. “This is a surprise,” he says, without blinking. “And also, you have to admit, pretty dumb.”

“Suicidal,” I hiss through my teeth. I’m strangely angry. They had to know what a risk it was to come back. They could have gotten away clean. “What are you guys doing here? If my dad catches you—”

“Are you going to tell him?” the Roach asks. He doesn’t sound too worried, which irks me.

I press my lips together, then say, “I should.”

Another of the paramedics kneels at my feet, his sandy head bent. The Ghost. Certainly less conspicuous than the Roach, with his scars. He’s tall, sure, but handsome in a way that’s totally generic. In fact, I’d have a difficult time describing him beyond “tall” and “symmetrical.” He picks up the leg that he shot to dress the wound, once again.

“We had to talk to you,” he says. Always to the point.

Suddenly I am sure that if I turned and looked behind me into the ambulance, the Bomb would wink at me from the driver’s seat. Part of me is relieved they’re okay, and the other part is baffled and horrified at my relief. But they did take care of us through some pretty gross and awful times. They kept me fed, kept me hydrated, kept us company. Maybe it’s natural to feel some degree of attachment.

“Why?” Cardan asks, baffled, as the Roach shines a light in his other eye. “You guys should be on a plane to Morocco by now.”

“Morocco?” I ask.

“It’s pretty. Also, no extradition policy.”

“Why do you even know that?”

Cardan shrugs.

“Look,” the Roach says, “we’re short on time. Your brother and Madoc are going to come over and tell you Dain killed himself out of shame when his plan was discovered. He left a note, confessing, yadda yadda. It’s bullshit. He didn’t commit suicide.”

“What?” Cardan and I ask, in unison.

I shake my head, as if trying to shake off our now unshakeable connection. “Then what happened to him?”

The Ghost doesn’t say anything, or even fully turn his head, but without lifting his eyes from my leg, he somehow indicates where Madoc and Balekin stand, in conversation with the police.

“No,” I whisper. It sounds naive, even to me, but I don’t want to believe Madoc is capable of those horrors, even though the fear our kidnappers expressed when they spoke of him seemed real. “No, it—Dain was a client, he and Madoc were friends—”

“Do you think that would matter if Dain went after Madoc’s family?” the Roach asks.

My stomach turns. “How do you know Dain didn’t kill himself?”

“Because he wouldn’t,” Cardan says quietly. “He’s Dain. He’d think he’s clever enough to find a way out, even if everyone was closing in on him, and he’d probably be right.”

“We don’t know exactly what happened,” the Roach continues. He makes a show of fiddling with the stethoscope around his neck. “We just know that he was increasingly agitated about the way negotiations were going, and then we suddenly had no contact. I went to his office, then to his place. Coroner beat me there. Single gunshot wound to the chest, pistol with his prints on it. Seemed open and shut.”

I sense Cardan’s horror, and look to see that he’s gone pale. I lay my hand on top of his. Something tells me that he doesn’t have much of an issue believing that Balekin is capable of murder, even of a brother. And Cardan clearly didn’t like Dain, but what does that mean for his safety?

“You couldn’t have waited around and told us this in the basement?” I ask, feeling again like I am observing this all from afar, watching a scene in a movie that just happens to star me.

“We didn’t know what Dain told them before he died, so we had to clear out pretty fast. Left your stuff with the cops so you’d be found, left the door unlocked so you could leave whenever you wanted. Besides.” He raises one eyebrow. “You guys were busy.”

I flush; it’s true that Cardan and I couldn’t and wouldn’t have been able to go anywhere once we’d finally given ourselves over to each other. But all of this is too much. “Well, we can’t trust you.”

“You can’t trust your dad,” the Ghost says. “We’ve never lied to you.”

“You did shoot her,” Cardan points out. “Most people would say that’s worse.”

The Ghost just shrugs.

“Look, believe us or don’t,” the Roach says. “But you have to admit that something’s rotten here. You’re going to need help. Eyes and ears. And I also hear that one of you is coming into a very large sum of money and a considerable amount of corporate influence in a little less than a year.”

“There it is,” I mutter.

But Cardan looks delighted. “Do you guys have a business card you can leave with me or something?”

“Are you planning to kidnap anybody?” I demand.

“No, but I could use the help,” Cardan admits. “He’s right. Once I come into that inheritance, there’s going to be a huge target on my back.”

“We’ll call you. In the meantime, you’ve got a clean bill of health.” The Roach pats his shoulder. “Good for you.”

“Thanks, man.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see two figures break away from the detectives and begin approaching us. I say, “You’d better clear out.”

The Roach doesn’t thank me, but he gives me a little nod before disappearing around the side of the ambulance, whistling. That’s what passes for honor among thieves, I suppose. The Ghost remains, having drawn the short straw, his generically handsome features apparently working to render him inconspicuous.

“How is she?” Madoc asks him. I make myself look up at his face and try not to think about how, if what the Roach said is true, he might have recently pulled the trigger on one of Cardan’s brothers. The other brother stands next to him, looking less sour than before.

The Ghost stands. “They’re both good to go,” he says. “It looks like she sprained her ankle a few days ago, but it’s healing well.”

“The wound on her leg?”

“Nothing serious.”

Madoc nods, and then turns to me. The Ghost melts back into the scenery as though he wasn’t even there to begin with. No mystery as to how he got that codename.

Balekin stands at Madoc’s side, both men casting shadows across our knees. Madoc’s arms are folded, and Balekin’s jaw is set. I see his eyes find my hand resting on top of Cardan’s, but for some reason I am not at all worried about censure. Not from him.

Balekin says, “We’ve been given leave to take you back to your homes to rest, provided you return tomorrow to give your statements to the police. No one here wishes to… prolong your ordeal.”

“Wait,” I say, my heartbeat picking up in my chest. “Wait. Nobody’s told us what’s going on. Where’s Dain? How do we know he won’t try again?”

“He’s dead,” Madoc declares. “When he realized he wasn’t going to get away with it, that he had no other recourse…”

I swallow. I had hoped he’d say something else, anything else. “Oh. I see.”

Cardan covers his discomfort with a snicker. “Well, good riddance.”

“We’re hoping you can help us fill in the rest of the gaps once you’re up to sharing what, exactly, happened over the past five days,” Balekin says.

“I don’t know how much help we’ll be,” Cardan replies, shrugging loosely. “If it was Dain, we never saw him. And the guys who took us all wore masks.”

I’m surprised at how easily he lies, but maybe I shouldn’t be. I have to reevaluate everything I thought about his childhood; it probably involved a lot of lying to Balekin. Madoc doesn’t seem to notice anything, and it’s hard to get bullshit by him. He just watches me with a quizzical expression.

“Well, maybe you’ll remember something useful after you’ve had your rest.” Balekin jerks his head toward the waiting car, already beginning to walk away, assuming Cardan will follow. “Come on.”

Cardan glances at me with uncertainty, then begins to stand. I take his hand again and pull him back down. “No.”

Balekin turns around. “What did you say?”

I stand now, keeping hold of Cardan’s hand. “I said ‘no.’ I’m sure you have business back in the city. Cardan can come stay with us.” I look at Madoc and try to reassure myself that he is the safer choice. “There’s plenty of room in the house.”

“There is,” Madoc agrees, his tone carefully neutral.

“So it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

Balekin looks angry. He doesn’t want to lose his influence on Cardan. “That’s very generous, but I have just gotten my youngest brother back, and I’m not eager to let him out of my sight.”

“He’ll be under Madoc’s protection.”

“You have to admit, it does seem safer,” Cardan chimes in. He seems a little dumbstruck by the way the whole situation is unfolding. Maybe no one’s ever stood up to Balekin before. Certainly

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Balekin says, trying to loom over me. He is tall, but tall doesn’t faze me. “I’m his brother. I’ve been his guardian since he was a child. I will be taking him back.”

“Well, Cardan isn’t a child anymore. He’s an adult, and I’m his mate,” I say, sticking up my chin. “And he is coming with me.”

I yank hard on Cardan’s hand, bringing him to his feet, and start off toward the car Madoc came in. Out of the corner of my eye I see Cardan, smiling, give his brother a shrug. “Omegas,” he says. “What are you gonna do?”

What, indeed. I don’t even know what I am going to do. Everything that happened in the last one hundred and thirty-two hours seems to have pushed us so much further down the road to a strange and dangerous adulthood. I don’t know if either of us are ready for what lies ahead, much less ready to defy our dangerous parental figures or negotiate the relationship we’ll have once I’m in college.

But it doesn’t matter, not right now. Because I have just pulled off a bigger heist than the Ghost, the Roach, and the Bomb could ever dream of. Because Cardan’s hand is in mine. Because his smile is, as always, contagious, so I am smiling too. Because we survived our trial, so maybe we can survive anything. Because he would choose me, and I chose him. Because neither of us is alone. Because he is my mate.

The rest, we’ll figure out when it comes.

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theamberwriter · 5 years ago

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Nesting Fever [Alpha!Pro!Katsuki Bakugo]

[Sequel]

Pairing: Alpha!ProHero!Katsuki Bakugo x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2694

Warnings: Cursing, lil angst

A/N: Bruv, I don’t even know. But I hope you enjoy

When you lived on your own, it was different. The entire experience was different. Normally, you didn't want to make a big nest. You kept it small and cozy, just enough room for you to curl inside with some hoarded snacks and bottled water. And you'd count your lucky stars your alpha was busy on hero business. But ever since moving in with Katsuki, the urge to make the biggest, coziest, plushest nest ever had taken over.

This was going to be your first nest since moving in together. You'd been trying all week to take pillows, clothes, and bedsheets. You had a mattress on the floor of the spare room that was a perfect base. Everything was perfect - except for Katsuki. All week he'd been putting away the pillows and blankets you'd piled on the mattress. You liked to gather before you built. You'd always done it that way. But this was driving you crazy.

Did he not care that you were prepping your nest? One that you'd build so it'd be perfect for when you had pups? Did he not understand how important this was? Or just how absolutely insane he was driving you?! Honestly, what was he thinking?!

By the end of the week, you were one cranky omega. One that no alpha could even begin to hope to soothe. It was the same feeling as when your parents grounded you. When they took everything away. Or when you were fresh out of crayons to color with when that was all you wanted to do.

Katsuki was working so much he didn't notice. Not to mention he was stressed himself. And with all the pillows and blankets disappearing, it just made it worse. All he wanted to do was go home and hang in the soothing embrace of his omega while he scented them. He didn't want to do anything else, especially clean.

Come the weekend, you were basically off your rocker with the worst cabin fever. But Katsuki was having some friends over. He spent the morning tidying up. Making sure nothing had disappeared to the spare room. When he was satisfied, he set up snacks and pulled out the games and movies they'd planned out.

It was noon when there was a knock on the door. You were slouched down in an armchair. One wrong word and you swore you were putting someone through a wall. Wasn't an alpha supposed to understand nesting? Or at least notice when his omega was cranky? Yours sure didn't, and that irked you more.

"Bakugo, dude!" Kirishima cheered when Katsuki opened the door.

Behind him was a hack. You smelled Kaminari. "Oh my God, that's what you were talking about. Dude, is [Name] okay?"

"Why the hell wouldn't they be?" Katsuki snapped.

"Seriously?" Kaminari gagged. "Can't you smell that?! They're not even my Omega, and I can tell something is wrong!"

Katsuki growled. "Damn right they're not yours. So butt out! - [Name] is fine. Are you coming in or not?"

You didn't mean to, but glared as Kaminari and Kirishima came around the couch. They knew. They could smell it. Kirishima mouthed sorry as he covered his nose and mouth with his shirt sleeve. You nodded at him.

"What do you extras want to drink?" Katsuki barked. They both muttered out water and your alpha went to the kitchen.

"[Name] what is wrong with you? You're burning my nose!" Kaminari exclaimed quietly.

Kirishima nodded. "I could smell you from the street."

You glared towards the kitchen, wriggling slightly in the chair. "He keeps taking the things for my nest! I kept trying to build it, but he tore it all down. He doesn't even seem to notice my scent changed!"

"Should we call Uraraka to talk some sense into him?" Kirishima offered, his voice muffled by his sleeve.

Kaminari nodded. "Or Kyoka?"

You shook your head. "Denki, leave your Omega out of this. And Deku's poor mate as well."

Kaminari groaned. "But you smell like rubbing alcohol -"

"Well apparently Katsuki likes the smell of rubbing alcohol more than vanilla!" you snarled, nails extending to dig into the chair arms. "Maybe I should just find another alpha -"

"The hell did you just say?" barked Katsuki. The wooden tray the waters were on groaned and cracked in his hands. "You're thinking about another mate?!"

You stood, glaring him down. He was pissed. The burnt caramel scent was sickeningly sweet. It didn't mix well with your alcohol scent. You glared at him as you went and sat on Kirishima's lap, rubbing your scent on him. You could tell you were pushing it. His scent started to smell smokey, and you could hear emitting from him.

You'd never scented Katsuki in the year you'd been together. He was too embarrassed to admit he wanted you to. But he also pushed you off whenever you tried. Instead, deciding to cover you head to toe in his scent. Which always mixed nicely with your natural vanilla.

"Do you even care about me, Katsuki? 'Cause Kirishima and Kaminari noticed, but you haven't said anything! Maybe I should have Eijiro here as my new alpha," you threatened. Kirishima was trying to stop you from scenting him. Though they were weak attempts.

Your aura and scent were utterly intoxicating, especially that close. Naturally Kirishima, as an alpha, couldn't resist. He wanted to drown in your scent. But Katsuki was his friend. You were Bakugo's, not his. And he definitely didn't want to get caught in the middle of this.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Katsuki roared, dropping everything to rip you off Kirishima. "You're my omega -"

"You sure as hell haven't been acting like it!" You exposed your scent gland more, scratching at it. "Can you smell that??! Do you care that I don't smell right?!"

For the first time all week, Katsuki really bothered to take a whiff. A deep one. He gagged, clapping a hand over his nose. His eyes watered as it burned. His body immediately pumping out comfort pheromones. But you were too worked up for them to be effective.

"What the fuck? What is wrong with you?!" Then something clicked. "It's been you taking all the blankets!"

You rolled your eyes. "Well they didn't fucking grow legs!"

"Why the hell - do you know how annoying that's been?!" Katsuki groaned. "Why are you so mad about some shitty blankets?!"

The entire room went silent. The only thing heard was Katsuki's heavy breathing. Kirishima's musky scent started to swirl threateningly in the air. Katsuki fought back with his own pheromones as soon as he smelled it. It was unmistakable.

Your heart skipped a beat. It lurched painfully in your chest, your stomach swirling. He really didn't know. You felt your mouth go dry, a lump clogged up your throat. You felt devastated. "Do you...do you not want to have pups with me?"

Katsuki was taken aback by the soft accusation. "What does that have to do with -"

Finally, Kirishima groaned and stood. He looked frazzled and angry. "[Name] has been nesting, you absolute dumbass!"

"Nesting?" Katsuki repeated quietly. Completely disregarding the name he'd been called. He realized he deserved it. Then his eyes turned to you. "You've been nesting? Why didn't you tell me, idiot?"

You pulled your arm out of his grip. His pheromones finally starting to take effect. "Because I wanted it to be a surprise! Not to mention I just assumed you knew what I was doing! I was going to let you in. But definitely! Not! Now! You're unbelievable!"

You brushed by Kirishima as you turned, rubbing your mellower scent on him. You saw his pupils dilate and his body go rigid. And caught the undeniable growl of your angry mate behind you. You went to your bedroom, slammed the door, and bundled up under your comforter with the pillows on your bed stacked around you.

You could hear the guys arguing through the door. Which definitely didn't help your mood. Katsuki didn't understand. He didn't know. Your mate was supposed to know. But he hadn't even bothered to smell you.

You pulled the blanket over your head and slumped over on your side. "Maybe Kirishima would be a better mate...but I don't want to leave Katsuki...I love him…"

You listened until it was silent. The door to your room squeaked open then. You heard footsteps coming to you. You were just going to pretend you weren't there. You were mad at all of them now. Kirishima and Kaminari for no real reason. Only because they picked up on it. And the one person who mattered most hadn't bothered.

"Hey, uh." That was Katsuki's voice, a hand was gently placed on your shoulder. "Can I come in?

You flopped over, out of his touch. "Nope, sorry. This is a one-person nest. There's no room for you."

"[Name], c'mon…" he sounded tired, but annoyed.

You sat up and uncovered your face. You could feel the tears as you turned to him. "No! - You were supposed to notice! You were supposed to know! But you didn't! Mates are supposed to know when you're nesting, when you're pissed off, or just not in a good mood! But you didn't! Eijiro did, immediately! Even Denki smelled it, and he's a beta! Do you just not care about me?!"

Katsuki's distress was evident in the air as he gripped your shoulders and shook you lightly. "Of course I care you, idiot!"

"Then what the fuck -" you sobbed. You couldn't help it. You choked out garish, moaning sobs. You didn't want to, but the omega in you was begging for attention from your alpha. More than just physical attention.

Katsuki sighed. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I shouldn't have to!" you stressed. "Didn't you smell me? Didn't it bother you I wasn't normal?"

"You smell like you do when you're in heat! I figured that was it. I've never seen you fucking nest! How was I supposed to know?!"

"Don't lie to me, Katsuki! You would know if I was in heat! You know before I do that it's coming! Also, I thought it was obvious that I was nesting!" You flopped back onto the mattress. "You haven't paid attention at all. Do you just not want me as your Omega anymore?"

Katsuki couldn't take any more of your sharp, bitter scent. But he didn't know how to apologize. He'd never seen you so upset. And Kirishima had even threatened to take you from him if he didn't treat you right. There was no way he was allowing you to be anyone else's, even his friend's.

Katsuki pulled himself to lie beside you. Gently, he shifted your back to his chest. His chin on the top of your head, he gently rubbed against you. You didn't shove him off, but you didn't make a sound either.

"I'm sorry, okay?" he grunted in your ear. But you stayed quiet. He rubbed on you more. You could hear the TV in the living room, it was nearly muted it was so low. They were listening. "[Name], I know I've been a shitty alpha, I get it."

You grunted in agreement and he tensed. That signal he got. He was trying everything he could to try and comfort you. But, even though your scent was losing its sharp edge, it remained damp smelling. Like the earth just before it rained. He couldn't deny the sadness in it.

Katsuki sighed. "I'd get it if you wanted to mate with shitty hair, instead of me. - He'd be better for you. He noticed you were upset right away. He knew were nesting."

"I may be mad at you," you muttered finally. "But that doesn't mean I don't want you to be my alpha. I'm sorry about acting like that and for scenting Kirishima. Those two only know because I told them."

"You didn't let me finish -" Katsuki pulled you down to lay on your back, and then hovered over to look into your teary eyes. It broke his heart. "He may be better - but I'm going to work to be even greater than that. Got it? I'm going to be the best fucking alpha. I'm gonna prove it to everyone. They're gonna fucking wish they were you. But I do love you, idiot. I'm not just your alpha. I'm your mate. - And I know you only did it because you were mad...I - I want you to scent me, too."

"Katsuki," you breathed. He noticed as your scent dulled. Lulling back to into a warm, sugary vanilla. He lowered himself down, laying his head on your chest. You began to rub on him, covering him over with your scent.

He breathed in the sweet tone deeply. Enjoying the feeling of you marking him, if only by smell. "And I wasn't lying about you smelling like heat, but you're right - it wasn't as pungent. You didn't smell like you wanted it. Maybe that's just what you smell like when you're nesting. You never let me come over when you would do it before."

"It technically an ongoing thing." You shrugged, pausing briefly. Katsuki let out an involuntary whine. You smiled, kissed his hair, and began to scent him again. "But I do have weeks where that's all I fuss over. I'm sorry I stole your clothes. And your pillows. And all the blankets. I just wanted everything that smelled like you."

Katsuki's heart fluttered at those words. He'd heard about omega nests. What they meant. And the fact that his scent brought you the feeling of safety? - Nothing could swell his ego more.

Katsuki leaned up and gently kissed you. Then he leaned his forehead against yours. "Do you still want to?"

You beamed. "I've wanted nothing more all week."

"Then do it. I'll scent anything you want, sweetheart." His tone verged on arrogant. As soon as he pulled away, you sprung up and began collecting things. You stumbled as you dragged a large armful of blankets down to the spare room.

Katsuki went back out to hang with the guys. Now that everything was settled, everything smelled sweet again. Except for a slight tinge of jealousy coming off Kirishima. But Katsuki knew it would either pass or he'd have to brawl over it. The two would decide when the time came. In the end, they'd still be friends.

It wasn't until much later when you finally announced your nest was done. You'd run out a few dozen times to where they sat, silently holding objects out to Katsuki. Or rubbing them on him if he wasn't going fast enough. You were so busy running around the house and trying to make it perfect, you didn't realize it was pushing midnight. Kirishima and Kaminari were still there. Though you had the feeling you were going to have to call Kyoka about Denki, he was passed out.

"You may look, but you cannot touch," you said, guiding Kirishima and Katsuki down the hall. "Tada!"

You opened the door, allowing them full view of your masterpiece. There was hardly a spot of floor to be seen. You'd moved around some furniture, draping blankets over them. The mattress in the center was the focal point. It was piled high with pillows and clothes. Stuffed animals of all kinds. Little trinkets Katsuki had given for your birthday and the holidays was was stacked on a shelf.

"This is amazing, [Name]," Kirishima said, grinning. "You're lucky, Baku-bro."

You chuckled. "Oh no, Katsuki will not be sleeping in here with me yet."

"What?!" your alpha snapped.

"I'm still mad at you," you sniffed. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

Kirishima pulled a ranting Bakugo down the hall. You shut the door behind them, finally falling into your finished nest. This was definitely the biggest and coziest one you'd built. And you hoped to just keep adding to it. You curled up, burying your face into Katsuki's pillow.

Your heart swelled with happiness. Comfort and warmth immediately spreading over you. One day you'd let him in. One day, you'd share this with Katsuki. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow - but soon.

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Let It Snow Chapter 2/4: But The Fire Is So Delightful

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Word Count: 5,485

Warnings: Dark!Steve Rogers, stalking, ABO dynamics, mating cycles/heat, nonconsensual somnophilia, masturbation, me taking extreme liberties with how ABO biology works, come eating (kind of), comeplay, and lots and lots of tension (18+ ONLY)

A/N: The much-anticipated second chapter is up! Sorry for the wait, it has been so busy lately. Thank you so much to my beta reader @jessieray98!! She's AMAZING!! Enjoy!!

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They did a walkthrough of the house, and she appraised the workmanship of the construction; the carvings on the crown molding, the carefully placed light fixtures, the backsplash in the kitchen, and the coordinating brickwork and woodwork on the fireplace. As if she hadn’t already seen the house during its construction dozens of times, made all the design choices, picked out the type of tiles, the wood, the color of the walls.

She made suggestions for furniture and cracked a smile at the few pieces Steve had moved here the last time he visited. A small rickety table in the kitchen with two mismatched chairs, a small end table in the living room, and of course, the air mattress inflated in the master bedroom.

“That can’t be very comfortable.”

“It wasn’t, but it’s better than the ground.”

“How do you feel about a big canopy bed in here?” she asked, gesturing to the center of the bedroom. “And a storage bench at the end. Maybe an antique armoire over here. This room has great natural light. What do you think?”

“That sounds nice,” he nodded. “Whatever you think is best.” She gave him a soft smile that made his heart skip. “But, I do want it to be cozy.”

The sound of her light giggle sent his heart fluttering towards her, a hummingbird flying to warmer places for the winter.

“Oh, I can do cozy. West Elm has these huge fluffy pillows that are great for nesting, and—” She faltered at the mention of nesting, at the dark look that came over his face as he approached her. “Not that you’ll necessarily be—uh—nesting—or—have a-an Omega—who—who’s—"

“It’s okay.” He gave her an easy smile and placed a large hand on her upper arm, almost engulfing the whole thing in his palm. “I like that idea. Tell me more.”

Her smile returned, shy this time, and she continued. “Well, um, yeah, and we can get these huge fluffy blankets and really soft comforters that are really easy to clean.”

Steve hummed. “Is that what you do for your nest?” Her face heated up and she looked embarrassed, but he held her gaze, willing an answer out of her. She nodded and he smirked. “I’m sure your nest is very cozy, Omega.” As she became more flustered, he changed the subject, giving her bicep another squeeze before letting go. “I was thinking curtains here,” he gestured to the window, “What do you think?”

They made their way through the rest of the cabin, talking about furniture and décor and color schemes. She grew more flustered with each of Steve’s touches, each token of praise he gave her, and once they reached the last bedroom on the top floor, Steve noticed she seemed to be having pre-heat symptoms again—labored breathing, trembling fingers.

He knew it would only be a matter of time before she needed him to do something about it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, placing a hand on her back. He used the touch to get closer to her, discreetly scenting her warm aroma. Alcohol hadn’t been able to affect him since he received the serum but when he breathed her in, he felt drunk for the first time in decades.

“Y-yeah,” she nodded, putting some distance between them. “Let’s just finish up. The landscaping next—right?”

They reached the back door and Steve opened it, only to invite a force of cold air and snow inside the house. Neither had noticed how bad it had gotten outside, but Steve suspected the blizzard was picking up now.

He closed the door hastily and looked to the woman beside him, her face strained with concern. “It’s snowing way too hard out there for us to look at the yard.”

She frowned. “But we need to get back to the city before too long.”

“Let’s just sit down for a while and relax. I’ll make some tea and we can wait for the weather to calm down.”

Sensing the anxiety coming off her, Steve purposefully exuded calming pheromones to help ease her mind. Guiding her with a hand on her lower back towards the kitchen, he sat her down at the table and then got to work boiling some water.

He was prepared. At first, he had been worried about being too prepared, that he would draw suspicion. However, she was too wrapped up in her thoughts to pay him any mind, even as he brewed a cup of earl grey tea—her favorite—and made it how she liked, a splash of milk and two sugars.

“Here you go.” She took the steaming mug and looked up at him with wide eyes.

“S-Steve…?”

He kneeled in front of her, hands on her knees. Her eyes fluttered closed at his touch. “Yes, honey?”

She hesitated a moment before speaking. “What if we can’t make it back tonight?”

“Well…” he sighed, looking up at her earnestly. “There’s a blizzard coming. It’s already pretty heavy in the city—it’s only gonna get worse from here.”

“Oh my God…” Her hands were shaking again, almost spilling her tea on her white dress. He carefully took the mug from her and set it on the table.

“We’ll just see what happens. If we do need to stay overnight, you can have the air mattress.”

Her expression seemed to crack before his eyes, anxiety and panic taking her over. Mouth open in distress, she laughed humorlessly, hands covering her face again as she bent over to her knees. Once she straightened up, avoiding Steve’s gaze, she glanced out of the kitchen window, at the snow piled up halfway the windowsill.

“Oh God, oh God… We’re not gonna make it back home!” She shook her head, still laughing. “There’s no way. I knew we shouldn’t have come out here. A blizzard—oh my God—” she moaned, rubbing her face with her hands. “We’re trapped here!”

“Hey, honey, relax.” He placed gentle hands on her upper arms, rubbing softly. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got enough supplies to tide us over a few days. There’s plenty of wood in the shed. You’re gonna be okay.”

She shook her head rapidly, almost violent with it. Tears gathered in her eyes, making them shine in the dim light of the kitchen. “No, no, no, no, no—Steve—you don’t understand!”

He took her hands and held them on her lap. “Then tell me.”

Lips thinned into a straight line, she looked down at their hands. “My heat is soon… I’m sure you’ve been able to smell it on me…”

Steve was always prepared. He had practiced his reaction to this in the mirror so many times.

Letting out a deep breath, he said, “Your heat?” She nodded. “When is it due?”

“…Today…”

“Today?”

“I didn’t expect it so soon!” she said quickly. “I thought it would come later this evening but now—now—well, I’m in my pre-heat and I’m—” Tearing her hands away from Steve’s to cover her eyes from his furrowed eyebrows and concerned frown, her words cut off, a muffled sob coming out instead.

Now that she had broken, he could come in and comfort her, protect her, provide for her, be the Alpha she needed.

“Oh, honey,” he cooed, wrapping her in his arms, letting her cry against his shoulder as he stroked her back. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. I’ll take care of you.”

She pulled back, looking at him like he was crazy. “What?”

“I’ll take care of you,” he repeated. “I’ve got food. Blankets. Whatever you need.”

“You’re not mad?”

He chuckled and cupped her face. Big thumbs wiped away her tears. “No, sweetheart. You can’t control this.”

“But—but—”

“Shhh, sweetheart. It’s okay—I promise, it is.”

Her lip trembled again, and she said in a small voice, “But what will you do? During it?”

“Whatever you need me to do. It’s all up to you.” He knew that eventually she’d be begging for him, but he didn’t mention that. When the time came, he wanted her to think it was her idea—that is, if he could hold himself off.

Shy, she frowned and looked down. “I’ve never… never… I’ve never spent a heat with anyone else…”

A deep satisfaction swept through his chest, and his possessive Alpha howled at the thought of being her first mate during a heat. Her only mate. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll be here for whatever you need,” he repeated, forcing himself to relax before he did something to put her off.

She pulled further away, trying to distance their bodies. He allowed it for now, not wanting to distress her further by suffocating her. Steve needed her to come to him, seek out his affection and attention—and he knew she would eventually.

“I don’t expect anything of you,” she said quickly, looking away from him, embarrassed. “I can handle it myself, so you don’t have to—you know—”

His smirk went unnoticed by her. Of course she was going to be a little reluctant at first to accept him as a heat mate—she was a modest, proper woman, after all—but she would come around eventually. He was what she needed, and she belonged to him. Tonight, he would have her, and there was no way around that.

“Whatever you want, honey,” he repeated, “I’m here for you either way.” Rising to his feet, he smoothed his hand over her hair, his Alpha purring when she leaned into his touch. “Drink up. I’ll make us lunch in a little bit. You’re gonna need energy for once your heat hits.”

“Okay…”

“I’m gonna unload the car.”

It didn’t take long to get all of the boxes from the bed of his truck. Luckily he had covered them with a tarp, so they weren’t soaked through with snow, but the blankets would be freezing cold.

There were plenty of linens and pillows, along with some clothes for him (which she could wear too, if she was inclined, but he wouldn’t complain if she stayed naked the entire time). The boxes also contained food, cooking supplies, emergency supplies, and toiletries.

Once he got everything inside, his first objective was to light the fireplace. His Omega wouldn’t want to nest with cold blankets, and he knew that even if she felt warm due to her impending heat, the temperature in the house was frigid. However, the cabin wasn’t too primitive. It had central heating, so he set the temperature to the mid-70’s. After that, he unpacked the food into the new refrigerator before pulling out some ingredients for something simple, calorie-dense, and high in protein.

“I don’t have much… How about some toast?”

She nodded absently. “Okay…”

He cooked up a few pieces of toast and slathered them in peanut butter. On the side, he placed some dried fruit, dried meat, and hard cheese that he had on hand. He had brought plenty of meat, but it had to be defrosted first; he also had dried grains, beans, and legumes, but they would take longer to cook. This meal was quick, and the peanut butter, meat, and cheese had plenty of protein. She could pick at the small bite-sized pieces until she was full.

“Here you go, honey.” He set the plate in front of her at the table. “Once you finish, I have some linens for you if you want to make a nest upstairs. You might want to take a nap, too, before it really hits.”

She followed his instructions, wonderfully submissive for him, eating everything on her plate while Steve prepared a winter vegetable and lentil soup. He chopped up some turnips, leeks, shallots, carrots, kale, acorn squash, and fennel and started boiling some stock with lentils. Once he dumped all of the ingredients in, he left it to simmer and it would be ready later for dinner.

After she was finished eating, she wandered into the living room. He had left the blankets and pillows folded in front of the fire to warm up. From there in the kitchen, with the open floor plan that she designed, he had the perfect vantage point to watch her.

“Steve?” she said, turning to look at him, frowning when she saw him already watching her.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

She paused and then said, “I think I’m ready to nest.”

“I’ll help you take the blankets upstairs.”

“Yeah, it’s best if I stay up there for my heat. That way my heat scent won’t stink up the house.”

Approaching her, his chuckle echoed against the bare wood floors of the living room, sounding all too hollow in the empty house. “Your scent doesn’t stink, sweetheart, let me make that clear.”

Embarrassed, she looked away from him. “Steve…”

“Why don’t you get those pillows.” He pointed to a couple of pillows off to the side and bent down to grab most of the linens, easily bringing them upstairs. “I’ll grab the rest.”

When he turned to go back downstairs, he found her walking slowly into the bedroom, arms piled so high with blankets and pillows that her whole face was obscured. He chuckled low in his throat at the sight of his sweet little Omega before taking the blankets from her and depositing them near the mattress.

“I told you just to get the pillows, honey.”

She looked up at him, pouty lips and wide doe eyes. “I wanted to help more…” she murmured. He couldn’t contain his wide smile, the warmth in his heart for his wonderful Omega.

“I’m going to get some wood to light this fireplace for you. Make yourself at home.”

“Thank you…”

“Of course,” he replied. “Anything for you, Omega.”

And with that, he went back downstairs. He collected firewood and supplies and went back up to make the fire for her. He kept on eye on her while he did, observing as she made her nest.

Every move from her was so thoughtful, careful. Steve had already fitted the mattress with a thick memory foam mattress pad, a thermal insulating cover, and a waterproof liner, and she added sheets and pushed the air mattress into the corner of the room nearest the fireplace. She felt each linen between her fingertips and sniffed each blanket, and then started layering them on the thick air mattress. After lining the walls with pillows, she layered a few quilts atop the mattress before loosely piling together the fluffy faux fur blankets, shifting them around and fluffing them up until she seemed to be satisfied.

Once she was done, she settled on the edge of the air mattress and yawned.

Steve stood, the fire lit, and he couldn’t help but praise her. “That looks like a lovely little nest, Omega.” Squirming at the praise, she avoided his eyes and rubbed her thighs together, thanking him with a small voice. “Do you want to take a nap? I can wake you up for dinner if you want.”

He noticed the shift of her thighs as she made herself comfortable. “That would be nice.”

“Okay. I’ll be in the kitchen. I’ll keep the noise down for you.” She hesitated and he said, “Why don’t you take off your shoes and jacket? Get comfortable.”

His Omega obeyed him once more and handed her jacket to him, toeing off her shoes, leaving her in thin tights and her white dress. Then she climbed underneath the blankets and disappeared amongst the fluff and fabric.

“Sweet dreams,” Steve said, hesitating to observe his Omega, comfy and cozy in her nest, before turning to leave.

She slept for a few hours, well into the evening, while Steve kept an eye on her. Watching over his sleeping Omega was familiar to him—something he had done plenty of times sneaking into her brownstone.

Sometimes he would be content to watch, committing the sight to memory of his Omega, sleepy, relaxed, at peace. Other times he would sketch her as she slept, trying to get all of the details right—the slope of her nose, the texture of her hair, the serene look on her face while she dreamed.

Occasionally, he had touched himself—only when he was really frustrated, really needed relief from his sweet Omega. And there were a few times that he had he touched her, too. It was the first time that started it—he simply couldn’t help himself, the temptation had been too alluring.

His cock was hard immediately after entering her room, overcome by the smell of her consuming him. He started by cupping himself through his pants, soft at first, then more firm as he neared her sleeping form.

Carefully, he displaced the blankets, pulling them back from her body. Usually she wore comfy pajama sets, occasionally a silky negligee, like she was dressing up just for him. But tonight—oh, tonight—she wore nothing underneath the blanket, her skin bared to him, glowing in the moonlight coming in through the window.

An invitation if he had ever seen one.

One hand groped his cock through the fabric of his trousers while the other started on her skin. First her face, trailing soft fingers down her cheekbone, her neck, brushing over her sensitive scent glands. Nipples hardened from the sensation and the cool air, and he couldn’t resist taking one in his hand and squeezing lightly, grazing his knuckles over one areola, then the other, until goosebumps rose all across her smooth skin.

Without making a sound, he took his dick out, letting his balls hang heavy above the waistband of his pants, his shaft pointing up and twitching as he took it in his hand.

It was meant to be quick, just like every other time—it wasn’t Steve’s intention to draw it out. He didn’t want to risk waking her, and so he worked himself to a quick completion, his orgasm easily approaching with how worked up he already was. But after he came over his fist, he stayed hard, the sight of her naked body making his blood boil.

He didn’t know how much longer he could wait for her to fall for him.

He wanted more.

Needed more.

His hand moved from her breast, down her beautiful smooth stomach, to the trimmed pubic hair on her mound, and down between her legs, where the folds of her cunt awaited. Soft, warm, velveteen.

She wasn’t wet, but he could change that.

He brought his hand to the tip of his cock and swiped up a big dollop of cum that was close to running down his shaft. Bringing it to her face, he smeared a little beneath her nose, a little on her lips, then went back to collect more from his knuckles. By the time he brought his hand back to her face, her Omega senses picked up the scent of strong Alpha pheromones.

Her mouth was opened just the smallest amount, and it allowed him to stick his finger in and rub his seed along her tongue, her gums, the insides of her cheeks, until her mouth was coated liberally, the corners of her lips glossy and glistening, everything slippery as he pushed his finger in and out of her mouth. Instinctually, she started sucking on his finger in her sleep, the taste and scent of his semen penetrating her dreams, her hindbrain telling her what to do to please her Alpha.

It was a risk, and his heart hammered inside his chest, but she didn’t wake, luckily. After she had sucked all of his seed away, her mouth went slack once more. A breath of relief escaped him, but he couldn’t stop now.

He collected more come and brought his fingers to her pussy this time. He could already smell her arousal within, the primitive nature of her body creating slick at the smell and taste of his come. Still, he rubbed his fingers around and inside her entrance, which would stimulate her Omega biology to produce more in anticipation of mating.

It wasn’t long until he saw her glinting up at him, inviting his fingers deep inside her pussy to draw as much of her cream out as he could. Every now and then she squirmed in her sleep, or let out the smallest whimpers or moans, but she remained unconscious despite Steve’s manipulation of her body.

He brought his hand to his mouth, tasting their combined juices, breathing her heady sweet scent in, and he let out a low growl, the noise rumbling in his chest. After dipping his fingers back inside her, collecting as much of her wetness as he could, he took his cock and worked it up and down, sticky and filthy wet, slick sounds reaching his ears, coating his cock in her beautiful scent as if he had just fucked her deep, full of his come—

A groan escaped his lips as he allowed himself to come, knowing the longer he stayed, the more of a chance there was that she’d wake up.

Spurts of come shot over his hand and in the air, some landing on her stomach and thighs. Mouth open, he continued to work his cock with his eyes on her limp body, her splayed legs, her swollen cunt, and the streak of cum on her outer labia, taunting him with what would one day be. He bit his lip once his cock got too sensitive to touch, and his hips jerked once, twice, a third time, as his body pulsed from his orgasm.

After he recovered, he took out a handkerchief and cleaned his hands. He left his cock sticky with her juices, hoping to preserve the scent of her on his body for as long as possible. As much as he wanted to leave his come on her belly, even rub it in, mark her in his scent, mark her as his—he knew he couldn’t, so he wiped the streaks away, doing his best to clean her up.

One day, he would come all over her, use his seed as a signature of ownership over her life, evidence of his love to his Omega. But not today.

Before he covered her back up, he leaned down, face right near her dripping cunt. He breathed in deeply, taking in her scent. Nudging his nose against her clit, he leaned forward, licking up the length of her cunt, tasting her sweet cream straight from the source.

He managed to stop himself after a few more tastes, committing the sweet, earthy, salty flavor to memory, and left her pussy soaking wet with her own juices before he slipped out of the house.

In the aftermath, he had been afraid of her finding out it was him, waking up disgusted and confused. However, she was none the wiser to his midnight excursions. She treated him the same as ever, greeting him with her lovely smiles, making conversation with him after their planning meetings were done, giving him baked goods for him to try whenever she made something she knew he liked. Never had she realized the depraved way he lusted after her or how he had manipulated her body as she dreamt.

Nor did she realize now, as she napped in preparation for her heat, that Steve watched her. In between unpacking the supplies he brought and preparing meals for the next few days, he came back into the bedroom to tend to the fire and watch her, leaning against the doorway and scenting the room as her aroma grew stronger. Then he would leave again, trying to keep himself busy so he wouldn’t feel tempted to take her while she slept.

He unpacked everything for the bathroom—towels and toiletries and anything she might need. All of the emergency supplies were put away in the hall closet, within easy access if either of them needed anything. He sorted through a box of books, choosing an old Agatha Christie book to read for whenever he had downtime—if he had downtime, what with the onset of her heat. Once all of the boxes were unpacked, he moved back to the kitchen.

It was necessary to have easy meals, things he could heat up quickly during the short times she would be sated in between their lovemaking. The soup would make plenty of leftovers for them; other than that, he cooked up some chicken breasts and marinated a few different cuts of meat. He prepared plenty of food for whatever she would want, depending on how her appetite was during and after her heat.

He was just finishing up preparing a meal for the next day when he heard her call for him.

“Steve?” Her voice sounded scared and a little wary. Immediately he ascended the stairs and reached her in no time. Trapped in the bedroom, her scent was much thicker, and she seemed to be sweating, her skin glistening in the glow of the fire. She was in the middle of pulling off her tights, and she lowered the skirt of her dress just as he entered, so he saw a glimpse of her navy colored panties.

“Hey, honey, how are you feeling?” His eyes tracked her movements as she pulled the tights off, following the line of her long legs.

She coughed, all too aware of his attention on her body. “Um… thirsty… can I have some water?”

“Of course.”

He was quick in getting her a glass of water, but when he left the kitchen, she was in the living room, looking around, stumbling steps and uncoordinated movements.

“What do you need, honey?” he asked, reaching her with two long strides. He took her arm to steady her when she almost tripped over her feet.

Her attention was diverted from whatever she had previously been doing by the glass of water in his hand. When she took it from him too quickly and wavered on her feet, her other hand came up to rest on his chest, allowing him to secure her with hands at her waist as she drank it down. A trail of water dripped down her chin and onto her neck, wetting the high neckline of her dress and darkening the white fabric.

When she was done, Steve couldn’t help but reach up and swipe away the droplets of water in the dip of her throat. Eyes wide and round, she looked up at him, licking her lips, chest heaving against his as she tried to catch her breath. Now her body was almost flush against him, drawn to his warmth and scent, eyes fluttering as she breathed him in.

“Steve…” she whispered, a little pitchy, almost a whine. He could feel her body heat radiating against him, her fingers grasping his shirt, trembling, sweet for him.

He had to use all of his restraint to not grab her and kiss her until she was begging for him. “What were you looking for, sweetie?” His tone was gentle, but deep, the rumbling of his voice through her body distracting her even more.

“W-what?” she asked, eyebrows furrowing, mouth parting with confusion, body pressing up against him the slightest bit more.

“Why did you come downstairs?”

That seemed to break the spell he had on her, and she pulled back, eyes a little clearer. “Oh… Oh, right. I was looking for my purse.”

“You left it in the kitchen earlier. Let me grab it. You need to go back upstairs, honey. Your heat’s right about to hit.” He was so close to losing control, her body pressed up against him tempting him so.

“I know…” Separating herself from him, she nodded, and he let her go, already mourning the loss.

After retrieving her purse and leaving her water glass in the kitchen, Steve led her upstairs with a hand against her lower back, which she leaned into, craving his touch now. It was there in the middle of the staircase that she fell off the precipice into her heat.

Suddenly, she cried out, one hand clutching the stair railing, the other clutching her stomach. She nearly stumbled down a few stairs before Steve caught her with his arms around her waist, purse forgotten and tumbling down the stairs, receipts and pens and lipsticks scattering across the floor.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed, turning her to face him as he held her against his strong chest. Her body shook violently in his arms and she whimpered. “Honey, you’re okay—I’ll take care of you.”

Hiding her face in her hands, she shook her head, her words contrasting her body’s reaction to his touch. “No, no, no, no, no—Steve—no, you can’t be—this isn’t—I can’t—”

With one hand, he took both of her wrists, pulling her hands away from her face and keeping her body pressed against his. A firm hold on her jaw tilted her face up towards him; he was sure he’d leave bruises, though he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore.

“Look at me,” he said in that commanding Captain’s tone, one he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist. He said her name, firm and deep, and repeated himself. “Look at me now.” Her eyes opened, red and watery, tears overflowing her bottom lid and making shiny trails down her cheeks. When he caught her gaze, pinning her attention to him with the intensity in his eyes, he continued, “Tell me what you need.”

She bit her lip and kept her eyes on his, enraptured. “I—I don’t… I don’t know,” she breathed. “I-I’ve never done this with another person…”

“Omega,” he rumbled, the vibrations against her chest making her whimper.

Her tone got higher, hysterical, as she continued. “I’ve never done this outside my house! My nest doesn’t even smell right! I’ve never done a heat without my toys—I don’t have anything to—to—” She was sobbing now, breaths choppy and stuttered, face wet, mascara smeared. He needed to comfort her before she got too worked up. Using his hips to pin her against the wall, he took her face in both hands and repeated her name softly. Gentle fingers brushed over her cheeks, her temples, her lips, until she stopped sobbing and was looking up at him, scared and confused, still so distraught—his poor little Omega.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” Steve whispered, trying to exude calming pheromones and a sense of security. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this!” she bemoaned.

Of course Steve didn’t tell her that it was supposed to be exactly like this.

“Oh, sweetheart—"

“We have to go!” She gasped, wincing as another cramp hit her stomach. “Maybe I can make it back to my apartment if we go right now—” Her desperate speech morphed into a grunt at the end, her hand breaking from Steve’s grasp to clutch her stomach.

Steve brought one hand down to her stomach, placing it on top of hers. She pressed her body forward into his touch, mewling, her instincts once again aching for him even as her mind resisted. “It’s snowing too hard, darling. It’s too dangerous.”

“But I—”

“I’ve got you, Omega,” he breathed, and her eyes shot up to his. Hers sparkled, so full of fear and lust and confusion, and he got lost in it for a moment before he realized how close their faces were.

“No, Steve,” she shook her head, “You can’t—we can’t.”

“We can—”

“I don’t want—”

He had waited too long for this moment. Steve was sick of waiting, too impatient now at this pivotal point to listen to her. Not now, when her scent was taking over his mind, clouding his thoughts, and her body was begging for him to breed her. Although she was saying no, her scent was telling him how much she needed him.

His voice hardened as he cut her off. “You don’t have a choice, Omega.” She shivered at the command in his voice, at the menacing tone underneath it all. His eyes suddenly seemed steely, like they were taking her apart with just a glance, like he wanted to consume her, destroy her. “Your body wants this. I know it does. You want me, just admit it.”

“No,” she whimpered, blood pounding in her veins, fear mixing with her primal instincts. A burst of lust went through her as he pressed one palm against her pelvis and wound the other around the back of her neck, thumb pressed against her scent gland. She moaned and pressed herself against him, slick leaking onto her thighs, a little gasp of air rushing over his neck. “Alpha!”

The look of strife in her eyes showed him how her brain was warring with her body, her instincts working against her own will. But she needed him now, her body knew it, and that was enough for Steve.

He smiled and shook his head, condescending tone laced through his words as he spoke. “You need an Alpha, honey. Pretty little Omega… You need a knot. You need my knot. There’s only one way this is going to end.”

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Christmas Preemie - One Shot

Summary: Izuku smoothed a hand over Katsuki belly, smiling as it was kicked at rather viciously. “He’s been moving around a lot, hasn’t he? Wouldn’t it be crazy if he decided to be a Christmas baby.”

Fingers curling in Izuku’s collar, Katsuki brought their noses very, very close. “Don’t even joke about that, shithead. I’m not done baking this loaf yet.”.

....

Or where Izuku makes a joke and forgets to knock on wood.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T

Check out Coming Home if you haven’t already! It precedes this fic!

Author’s Note: So, I'm sure other places have Christmas Strolls, but I've never seen one outside my hometown. It's literally my favorite part of the entire year, but I haven't gotten to visit it in more than 5 years. I didn't mention the name of the street in the fic, but it is based on the actual Plumas Street and Christmas Stroll that's in my hometown. When you're imagining it, think of what main street for a small town would look like (except we haven't been a small town in many many decades). Also, before anyone mentions it, yes the tortoise from the pat store that's mentioned is an actual thing we saw often. They would tie a balloon to him to keep track or where he went. He was pretty freaking big (medium dog size), and if I remember correctly, he was over 100 years old.

It's Christmas day here in Japan for me, so have another Christmas fic. Anyway, enjoy! Stop by and tell me what your Christmas Stroll/Festival is like! (when there isn't Covid) Blessed Yule! Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Whatever you're celebrating, I wish you a happy day!

"Daddy."

The whisper was just soft enough to wake him up, but not loud enough to startle him. Still, Izuku hoped if he pretended not to hear it, it would just end up being a dream. He let his face remain slack, his breathing steady.

A few seconds later before Izuku had even managed to doze off again, the whisper came again, closer this time. “Daddy, wake up.” Weight followed, two small hands pressing into his chest with all their weight.

“Sumi,” Izuku breathed quietly, still refusing to move and believe his daughter had woken him up, “It is very early and Daddy is very tired. Please go back to sleep.”

“But there’s someone outside the door. I can smell them.” The weight disappeared from his chest, but not the edge of the bed.

Groaning, Izuku pushed himself up and peeled his eyes open. Weak blue morning light crawled into the room from beneath the curtains. On the bedside table, blurry red numbers told him that it was only 6:22 AM. Katsuki was still dead asleep beside him, pillow covering his head while his hand lay protectively over his belly.

Sumi bounced anxiously on the edge of the bed, her protheses bare metal all the way down to her toes. She glanced between the door and Izuku. Her wild green locks were wilder than usual from sleep, a brush handle protruding over the top of her head at the back of her hair.

Before Izuku could move to extract it, a knock sounded at the door. Three short, but loud, raps. Both he and Sumi startled, glancing at Katsuki before each other.

With a heavy sigh, Izuku nudged Sumi off the edge of the bed and stood. He was just pulling a shirt over his bare torso when the knocking came again. Louder this time.

Izuku wasn’t someone who normally got agitated easily, but between the early hour and the jetlag, he was less inclined towards solicitude. Jerking open the door, scent flaring out strong and sharp, he growled, “What?” He felt Sumi press against the side of his leg, and glanced down to see her baring her teeth.

The man on the otherside was a burly looking alpha fellow with an overwhelming burning sage scent. Irritation made the scent sharper, less pleasant plant life and more like weed. His arms were crossed over his wide chest, murky brown eyes cut in thin slits. He was taller than Izuku by several inches, but Izuku had no doubts that he could still take the alpha down even without One For All. “Tell your wife to reel in her pheromones. I’ve got three alpha teens in the next room over, and she’s driving them nuts.”

Izuku glanced over his shoulder at the still form of Katsuki before pushing Sumi back into the room and stepping out to square up against the man in front of him. He smiled, sharp and dangerous, channeling every ounce of Katsuki he had stored in his veins. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that? My English isn’t that great. I thought I just heard you say it’s my omega’s fault your boys can’t control themselves.” His English was almost as good as his Japanese after four years with Sumi and Katsuki and Shonetta every other day.

The alpha huffed, glaring down his nose at Izuku. “That’s right. You know you can’t bring omegas in heat to hotels in the U.S.”

“Wow! Amazing! You can’t do that in Japan either, and my omega isn’t in heat.”

“Whatever she is, you need to get her to reel in her fucking pheromones. I’m sure we’re not the only family being bothered.”

“I think,” Izuku started sweetly, “maybe, you need to teach your boys some self control. If they get riled up just from smelling an omega, I think the fault lies with their parents and not a family minding their own business in a separate room.” His smile could have cut glass.

The alpha bristled, face going red. “Why you-”

The door opened behind Izuku, and both alpha’s startled as a disgruntled Katsuki stepped up behind Izuku. “What’s going on? Do you know what fucking time it is, asshole?”

Izuku hadn’t heard Katsuki get up, and assumed Sumi had made the decision to get him. His protheses were attached, metal bare to the morning chill. Katsuki was also shorter than the alpha, but his presence was far more intimidating as he glared at him in all his pregnant glory. At eight months, Katsuki was deep into his pregnancy, and deeply over it as well. He had begun to swell at five months and hadn’t stopped.

“I’m just giving this man some parenting advice,” Izuku said, glancing at the other alpha whose face had drained completely of color.

Katsuki shot narrowed eyes at Izuku. “Yeah, sure sounded like it.”

“You’re Dynamight-”

“Yeah, what of it?” Katsuki groused. His eyes turned back to the alpha, looking him up and down with a critical eye.

Katsuki, pregnant and tired, was not someone a lot of people knew how to deal with. They’d set up the trip to visit Shonetta and Cynthia before they’d had the pregnancy confirmed. Izuku had suggested they move it either one way or the other around the birth to provide his mate with more comfort, but the paperwork had already been in route and tickets purchased. On top of that, Katsuki had been sure he was going to be just as small as when he’d had Katsumi. He had surpassed that stage two months ago.

The alpha seemed to shrink under Katsuki’s steady anger. “I, uh, I’m sure you don’t remember me, but you might remember my daughter? She was kidnapped while we were at the zoo, and you saved her before the guy could throw her into the lion pit.”

After a moment, Katsuki said, “Little red headed omega. Freckles everywhere. Presented very early at seven or something like that. Wouldn’t let any of the alpha heroes near her.”

A smile split across the alpha’s face, and Izuku wasn’t exactly sure what was happening here. “Yes! You were the only one who could get her to calm down enough to come out of the crevice she’d wedged herself in behind the statue.”

Katsuki considered the guy again, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame. “Right, now what were you saying about omegas earlier?”

Sumi pressed between them, eyes still narrowed at the man before them.

Red bloomed in the alpha’s face again, but this time it seemed to be in embarrassment. “Oh, nothing. Nothing at all! Your mate was giving me some parenting advice like he said.” A door opened close by.

“Right.”

Izuku and Sumi glanced down the hall to see an omega girl of about twelve pop out of the door.

“Dad, Danny said- Mr. Dynamight!” She darted out, letting the door slam shut behind her. She gasped. “Katsumi!”

“Katherine!” Sumi shouted in return, wriggling out from between Katsuki and Izuku to jump around with the other girl, hairbrush still in her hair and all. “You’re so much bigger than me now! Do you talk to Ms. Bains anymore?”

While the little girls chattered excitedly with each other, Katsuki pointed at the alpha. “You, come here,” he growled threateningly, palm crackling quietly. Swallowing, the alpha stepped just a hair closer, and Katsuki snapped out a hand to jerk him forward until they were nose to nose. He hissed, “Get your fucking boys under control and stop blaming others for your short-comings. You’ve got a fucking omega daughter, and you’re spouting that rhetoric around her? Get your fucking priorities straight.”

“Y-yes, sir,” the man squeaked.

Katsuki pushed him away. “Great, now that we understand each other.” He turned, slowly making his way back into the room, but returned only a moment later with something clutched in his hand. “Hey, girl!”

Katherine perked up, trotting over to the three adults with Sumi’s hand still clutched in hers. “Yes, sir?”

“Here, something to make your brothers jealous.” Katsuki held out a bandana that their PR agents had specially made when Katsuki and Izuku had publicized their bond. Cut from one corner to the other, one side was green and black with Izuku’s signature bunny motif while the other side was black and orange with ‘X’ graphics. They’d brought a couple of the prototypes to give to Shonetta and Cynthia. “That’s the first like it. I sighed the ‘X’ in the corner, and I’m sure Deku would sign it too if you ask him.”

Katherine turned big brown cow eyes on Izuku, and he smiled as he turned to find a sharpie.

Behind him, he heard Katsumi shout, “I’ve got one too! We can match! We’ve got shirts too! I could send you one when we get home!”

“Would you?” Katherine asked excitedly. Izuku grabbed a pen and paper as well, returning. As he traded everything in his hands for the bandana, she asked, “Dynamight, can I feel your belly, please? I’ve never gotten to feel a baby move before.”

“Go ahead, kid.” If Katsuki Bakugou was anything, he was soft when it came to children and other omegas.

Izuku thought maybe it was something he’d never really completely get about his mate. He knew it had to do with biology, but he thought maybe it had to do with just Katsuki himself. He was gruff around the edges, but he had an ingrained instinct to protect those weaker than him. Then again, Izuku was softer than him when it came to children, so who was really to say.

Katherine stepped forward, pressing reverential fingers to Katsuki’s distended stomach before leaning to press her ear there as well. Sumi followed her lead, chattering all the while as the girls felt and listened. Katherine let out a high, girlish giggle as she pulled back. “He kicked me in the face! What a little bugger.” Still, she pressed her ear right back to where it had been. “You smell good, Dynamight, sir.”

“Well, heck, I hope so. How else am I supposed to keep this one around?” Katsuki jerked a thumb over his shoulder at Izuku who huffed out a laugh in response.

Laughing, Katherine took a few more moments before pulling away. She scribbled a cell number, email address, and physical address before exchanging the notepad for the bandana again. “One day,” she said very seriously, staring up at Katsuki with wonder in her eyes, “I’m going to grow up just as strong as you. I’m going to be a great omega hero like you!”

Her father seemed ready to protest, opening his mouth to say whatever had come to mind, but Izuku put his hand on his shoulder with another sharp smile.

Katsuki’s expression was soft as he patted her on the shoulder. “Hit us up when you’re about to intern in high school, and maybe I’ll be able to work something with Negative. Or if you choose not to be a hero in this sense, you can intern with her wife at the hospital as a nurse or a midwife. There’s a lot of avenues that you could take. Make sure you pick the one that makes you happy.”

Katherine nodded, just a quick bob of her head. “I will.” Before they could part, she wrapped her arms around Katsuki and then did the same to Sumi. When she pulled away, eyes finding her father, they went wide. “Oh no! I forgot. Danny said that the toilet is clogged and it’s leaking all over the bathroom.”

“Ah! What the hell!” The alpha threw his hands into the air, stomping towards the door she’d come out of.

With a giggle, she hurried after him. “Bye, Katsumi! Bye, Mr. Dynamight! Bye, Mr. Deku! Hope to see you again!”

As they disappeared into the room, Katsuki turned to Sumi. “Okay, little monster, time to get ready. Shonetta and Cynthia are supposed to be picking us up soon, and why is there a hairbrush stuck in your hair! Deku!”

Izuku gaped. “It was there when she woke me up! Don’t go blaming me!”

“And yet, I’m still going to.”

…..

-7 months earlier-

“Izuku fucking Midoriya-Bakugou, get your ass in here!”

It wasn't often that Katsuki called Izuku by his full name, and he nearly dropped the plate he'd been holding as Katsuki's enraged voice thundered from the bathroom. He and Sumi, now a stunning nine-year-old and growing bigger every day, caught each other's eyes across the kitchen counter. It had been what felt like years since Katsuki had yelled at him so ferociously.

' Papa's mad !' Sumi signed helpfully, eyes darting to the bathroom door before returning to Izuku.

' Yeah, but the question is how much ?' Izuku signed back one-handed, soapy fingers moving quickly through the air, ' And why ?'

“Fucking Deku!”

Izuku startled again, this time actually dropping the plate as he darted away. Sumi's laughter followed after him, but it did nothing to calm his nerves. “K-Kacchan? What's the matter?” he asked tentatively as he pushed into the bathroom. He paused just inside the door.

Katsuki sat on the edge of the sink, head cradled in his hands, fingers pressed to his eyes. The scent hit him next, sweet caramel and all-spice spiked with the bitter tang of bile and urine. Last was the quiet growling hum Katsuki seemed to be letting slip.

“Kacchan?” Izuku stepped completely into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Whatever this was, he doubted Katsuki wanted Sumi in on it just yet. “What's the matter?”

“Are you fucking happy?” Katsuki growled, but the edges were softer and fonder than Izuku normally received when Katsuki was angry with him.

That made him wonder; was Katsuki actually angry or just trying to hide something? “A-a-about what? What's going on?” When Katsuki jerked his head toward the toilet, Izuku stepped around him and stopped again.

Right on top of the lid, four pregnancy tests sat. Four pink sticks with four pink plus signs on white faces stared up at him.

He was crying before he'd even fully comprehended the sheer magnitude of what the tests meant. Inhaling a shuddering breath, he whispered, “How long have you thought...”

“A couple weeks. About a month, but I wasn't sure. Didn't want to get anyone's hopes up. Had to check after I puked though.” Katsuki still hadn't lifted his head, and Izuku turned to press between his knees, leaning in to lightly scent the top of his head.

“Kacchan, you really are?” he asked with a hiccup, throat thick and voice choked, “Really? You're not messing with me?”

“Tell me, in what world do you think I'd joke about this?”

A sob slipped passed his lips. “Really? You're really pregnant? Are...” he trailed off, fear coiling in his stomach right alongside the excited butterflies, “Are you mad about it?”

Katsuki released a heavy sigh, and dropped his hands. A smile pulled up the corners of his mouth, and he met Izuku's eyes. "No. No, I'm not, Izuku. Maybe it's just my stupid omega brain, but... I love Katsumi and I loved when she was a baby, and I didn't think it was going to feel the way it did. I didn't think I'd get another chance to feel that again. It's different having a baby and that changed my whole world. And this time..." Reaching out, he gripped Izuku's hips and pulled him close. "This time you'll be here to experience it too."

A torrent of sobs fell from Izuku's mouth, and he covered his face with his hands. Pressing forward, he wrapped his arms around Katsuki's neck to press his face into Katsuki's shoulder instead. "Kacchan, I'm so happy! I can't believe- I didn't think- I'm so happy!"

"Yeah, that's obvious, nerd," Katsuki said fondly, threading his fingers into Izuku's hair to hold him close. "Get it all out now. You're not allowed to be emotional for the next nine months. Got it?"

"That's totally unreasonable." Izuku laughed, breath sticky and wet against his own face. "But I'll try my best." He let out a breath, finally calming as he pulled back. “I can't wait to share these next months with you."

"You won't be saying that soon," Katsuki warned, but his smile ruined the effect. He pulled Izuku back in, this time for a kiss. And even though his mouth still tasted hideous, Izuku couldn’t have been happier.

Sumi burst through the door, eyes wild, hair wilder, hands popping around a phone screaming with Shonetta's voice. "I'm going to have a baby brother?" she screeched, launching herself between Izuku and Katsuki to try and get closer. "Let me touch your belly, Papa! I want to feel Taiyo move!"

"Katsumi!" Katsuki growled warningly as he pulled back to glare down at her, "How many times have I told you to not eavesdrop! Or answer my phone!"

Izuku was laughing though, stepping back to hoist her into his arms. "Sumi, you won't be able to feel them move for a long time. And how long have you had that name picked out? Also, hello, Negative."

Shonetta wasn't paying attention, screaming instead at Katsuki to pick up his phone so she could congratulate him. He didn't comply, ears red and face buried in his hands.

"Since I was three!" Sumi announced, "And I told Papa I wanted a baby brother like the other girls in my class!"

"And I told you not to hold your breath, you little monster," Katsuki growled before groping blindly for the phone. Removing his hand, he glared down at the woman on the screen with red cheeks and curled lips. "You tell anyone, woman, and it'll be the end of you, do you hear me?"

"I've already texted Cynthia."

"You know she's not who I'm talking about."

Izuku could hear the grin in Shonetta's voice rather than see it. "Well, the entire agency is congratulating you. Don't ignore them when they text you."

"Bitch-"

"Katsuki," Izuku reprimanded quickly, but Sumi was already preoccupied as she chattered away at Shonetta.

…..

-Present-

“Katsumi Bakugou-Midoriya, get over here and put your jacket on or I’m going to leave you here, and you’re not going to get to go to the Christmas Stroll at all.”

Izuku popped his head into the little guest room that Shonetta and Cynthia had set up for Sumi to use for the week they’d be in America. There was an air mattress on the floor with a rumpled pink comforter in the middle surrounded by two desks and numerous filing cabinets. Sitting on the edge of the mattress was Sumi, arms crossed over her chest in consternation.

“No! It’ll be too hot!” she shot back, “I can dress myself!”

“Clearly not if I’m having to tell you to put on more clothes because it’s going to be cold!” Katsuki snarled, out of breath as he glared at his daughter. He was gripping the back of a computer chair with one hand while the other pressed to the small of his back, face contorted with as much discomfort as it was irritation. “I’m not asking. This is nonnegotiable, and I’m not in the mood to be arguing with you.”

Sumi turned up her nose, and Izuku got a very sudden and terrifying flashback to Katsuki when they’d been kids. “No. I’m not wearing it.”

Before either could snap back, Izuku stepped into the room with a smile. "Sumi, you know you're not supposed to be arguing with Papa right now." He turned to Katsuki with a smile that softened as that now familiar warmth of seeing Katsuki swollen with pregnancy filled his chest. "Kacchan, please sit down if you're uncomfortable."

"I'm fucking fine," Katsuki snapped, but almost immediately blanched and slowly sank into the computer chair. "Fucking kid." Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back and rubbed a hand over his belly. Once, twice, soothing circles.

When Izuku looked back at his daughter, he found guilt twisting her round face. "Wait here for me, Sumi, and we'll talk about the jacket. I'm going to help Papa outside."

"Okay," she mumbled, ducking her head and tugging at the end of her long braid, "Sorry, Papa."

Izuku gripped Katsuki forearm as he slowly stood back up. "Not your fault, little monster, your brother just has a lot of energy like Dad."

She didn't lift her head, and they both sighed as they made their slow way out of the room, and out to the living room.

"Shouldn't have yelled at her," Katsuki grumbled as he sat down and let Izuku slide and lace up the orthopedic boots from Cynthia on his feet.

"There was a better way to handle the situation, yes, but traveling always makes you irritable. And you've been doing really well handling your anger throughout your entire pregnancy." Task completed, Izuku pressed a kiss to Katsuki's belly and got kicked in the mouth for his trouble. "I'll talk to her, and then maybe you can talk to her about why you were frustrated later."

Katsuki made a sound above him, and Izuku lifted his head to find his husband scrubbing at his eyes. Izuku pressed gentle fingers to Katsuki’s wrist, but it only made Katsuki's breath hitch. "You're so much better at this parenting thing than I am. What would I have done if you hadn't wanted to stay with us?"

Pregnancy hormones. Even eight months in, Izuku was still surprised by how wildly Katsuki's emotions could vacillate in a few moments. Anger to guilt to tears. Tears weren't something Katsuki was predisposed to, so each time Izuku found Katsuki crying over something, he always had to stop and think about his next step. Sometimes Katsuki would cry over something that made sense; pictures of Sumi in the hospital, a news story about children being lost in a villain attack, the anniversary of All Might's death. Sometimes, they didn’t make sense; the time he'd knocked the dish soap onto the floor, doing paperwork at home instead of at the agency because he'd had an appointment that day, watching Winnie the Pooh by himself while Sumi was at school.

Everything about pregnancy fascinated Izuku, and he felt blessed every moment of it he was able to share with his mate.

Standing, Izuku pulled Katsuki into his body, rubbing a hand up and down his spine. "We're a team, love, we've always been a team. This works because we're together. Even if I weren't here, I know you'd be nothing less than amazing."

They remained like that until Katsuki’s shaking slowed. After a moment, he whispered, “Deku.”

“Yes?”

“I want you suck your dick.”

Izuku felt his entire body flush from head to toe at the blunt word choice. He laughed, rubbing at his forehead. “How about we save that for later? I thought you wanted to go to this Christmas Stroll thing Sumi and Shonetta haven’t stopped talking about. Isn’t today the last night?”

Katsuki huffed against Izuku’s chest, fingers stilling where he’d pushed them up beneath Izuku’s shirt. “I would say ‘fuck it’,” he groused, using Izuku to stand back up, “But it’s Sumi’s favorite part of the season. The whole thing’s a fucking annoyance.” Which actually meant Katsuki enjoyed it, Izuku had discovered. “The things I do for that little monster and her godmothers.”

Izuku smoothed a hand over Katsuki belly, smiling as it was kicked at rather viciously. “He’s been moving around a lot, hasn’t he? Wouldn’t it be crazy if he decided to be a Christmas baby.”

Fingers curling in Izuku’s collar, Katsuki brought their noses very, very close. “Don’t even joke about that, shithead. I’m not done baking this loaf yet.” He pressed a quick kiss to Izuku’s lips before hobbling away towards the kitchen where Cynthia and Shonetta were singing Christmas carols at the top of their lungs. “Sumi’s still waiting for you.”

Izuku put on his own shoes before returning to the bedroom. Sumi was still sitting in the same spot he’d left her, scrubbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her long-sleeved t-shirt as she sniffled quietly. "I'm sorry," she whispered miserably.

Sighing, Izuku picked up the coat -barely a sweater really- that Katsuki had been trying to get Sumi to put on and sat down beside her. "Why are you sorry?"

Her shoulders hitched, just like her father’s a moment ago, and mumbled, “Because I’m being a bad girl.”

Running a hand up and down Sumi’s back like he’d done with Katsuki, he asked, “Why do you think you’re being a bad girl?”

“Because I was arguing with Papa and made him start to yell and now he’s mad at me. I don’t want to wear my jacket because it’ll be too hot, but I just get so mad when he starts to yell. I can’t help it.”

“You’re a lot like your Papa, baby. He’s like that too, and it took him a long time to learn not to let that be his first response.” Resting his hand on the side of Sumi’s head, he pulled her into his body, pressing a kiss to her temple. “He’s not mad at you, he just wants to make sure you don’t get sick. Papa shouldn’t have yelled at you, but you shouldn’t have yelled back, okay?”

“Okay.” Sumi hiccupped, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder.

Izuku let the moment stretch until he heard Cynthia’s voice coming down the hallway. “Alright, so here’s what we’re going to do.” Lifting her head, Sumi sat back to meet his eyes, silent and resolute. “I want you to put on your jacket before we go outside, okay. No, no arguments.” He put up a finger when her mouth automatically opened to argue. “You can take it off again in the car. You have to put it back on before you get out of the car. If it’s too hot after ten minutes of being outside, you can take it back off, but I want you to carry it just in case you do get cold. Okay? Is that fair?”

After a moment of puff-cheeked disdain, Sumi huffed and muttered, “Yes.”

…..

When the others had said ‘Christmas Stroll’, Izuku had been expecting houses lit with strings of light and families marveling at them as they passed. Maybe a few groups caroling or selling hot chocolate.

Izuku was not expecting a full-on parade of floats and fire trucks and police cars with people dressed as Santa Clause and elves dancing to Christmas music over loudspeakers. He also wasn’t expecting an entire street to be shut down and blocked off to allow the crowd to walk from one booth or store to another. At either end of the street, live music played. One side seemed to be professional musicians while the other side seemed to be high school students and volunteers. Behind the makeshift stages, Christmas trees towered, dripping in tinsel and sparkling lights and handmade ornaments from the ornament making stalls off to the sides.

Each booth and store shone with lights, boasting their wares. There was a whole booth dedicated to olive oil, another to soaps made out of goat’s milk, another to hero merch that Katsuki wouldn’t let him linger at. There even seemed to be a gift wrapping stall every ten meters or so. The stores were all small family owned businesses of holistic shops, restaurants and one records shop.

Katsumi ran out in front of them in the jacket she’d been so against with Shonetta, laughing as they held hands and darted around other families. Cynthia paced Katsuki, close at his elbow to help at any moment.

“Papa, look!” Sumi shouted, pointing down the road, “The tortoise from Guisser Pets is out again! Oh, Cookie Tree has a booth! Can we please get some cookies and hot chocolate!”

“Sure!” Katsuki called back, “Go pick out what you want, and we’ll catch up in a moment. Do a baker’s dozen!”

Other patrons glanced curiously at him, the Japanese obviously foreign to their ears, but Katsuki didn’t seem to notice as Izuku pressed close against his side. “This is really nice. They do this every year?” Izuku asked.

“Every damn year. The agency usually helps out too,” Katsuki said, eyes scanning over the crowd, “Those idiots should be around here som-”

“KATSUMI!”

Izuku and Katsuki lurched forward on instinct, Cynthia’s hand shooting out to grip Katsuki’s arm, but they stopped as quickly as they’d started. Up ahead, a group of heroes lifted their daughter into the air as she screamed with laughter. “Katsumi! Katsumi! Katsumi!” they chanted, Negative already in the middle of the group not making a lick of difference.

For a solid moment, they stood watching. Then Katsuki strode forward, intent in every step. “Hey, assholes! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Izuku had heard Katsuki use English before -at the hotel, on the phone with Shonetta, to Katsumi when she got overwhelmed- but it was a shock every time. And every time it made him hot around the collar. He watched completely dumbfounded as Katsuki stopped in front of the group, hands on his hips, and subsequently as they engulfed him into their mist. “Ah, Kat!” they shouted, and Sumi popped from the group to dart to Izuku’s side, “It’s so good to see you! Where have ya been, fucker? Holy shit, you’re huge!”

It was a group of fumbling, laughing and crowing as they absorbed Katsuki into their ranks like he’d never returned to Japan in the first place.

Izuku stood with Cynthia and Katsumi, watching his husband interact with people in a way he never had before. Katsuki’s smile was wide and unrestricted as he wrapped one of the guys in a choke hold and rubbed his knuckles roughly over the man’s crown. As he playfully pushed at the shoulder of a small wolf-eyed woman with sharp canines, large triangle ears and grey bottlebrush tail. As a pair of twins with cotton candy pink hair and thin delicate claws pressed their ears to his belly to listen.

There was an instinctual need to ward off every person standing too close to Katsuki, especially the alphas he could smell in the air, but knew exactly how well that would go over. That didn’t stop him from pumping out pheromones enough to make others attending the stroll pass him wary glances before skirting as far around him as they could. Beneath his hand, Sumi giggled and reached up to grab his arm tightly.

“Calm down, tough guy,” Cynthia told him, hand on his arm as she pushed cinnamon dreads back over her shoulder, “You’re suffocating the crowd. They’re not a danger to your mate or pup.”

Izuku groaned, turning to meet her brown eyes. “I know that logically, but that doesn’t make me want to rip off their hands any less.”

‘ Protect mate. Protect pup. Mate close to birth. Vulnerable. Must protect. Run off threats. Protect .’ The litany of Izuku’s alpha was only interrupted when the group of Katsuki’s ex-coworkers started glancing around.

“Speaking of which, where is baby daddy? You brought him, right? Of course you did. No alpha worth his salt would let a mate as pregnant as you out of their sight. We haven’t met him yet! Let us meet the person who can handle you!” a burly man shouted to a crowing of assents from the rest of the group, “Come on, Kat, where are you hiding him?”

“My mate and husband , you absolute dickhole, is right over there,” Katsuki spat, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, “Can’t you smell him? Or are you as nose blind as you are stpuid?”

The group followed Katsuki’s motion, eyes landing squarely on Izuku. Immediately, his alpha went on high alert while his face flooded with heat at the attention. Their eyes stared at him for several long moments. Eventually, it was the woman with wolf eyes that spoke up first. “Honestly, Kat, I saw the news, but I thought it was a publicity stunt. I didn’t think you had your claws in Japan’s No.1 Hero Deku. Like what is that? Sumi, how could you keep this from us!”

“I didn’t! You just didn’t believe me!” Sumi shouted back, hands still wrapped around Izuku’s forearm as she bodily dragged him towards the group.

“Hey, assholes! He’s been mine since we were kids! And we switch between the top two spots all the time! Hey!” Katsuki’s teeth snapped viciously, a snarl splitting the excited atmosphere as he knocked aside someone’s hand who’d been reaching for Izuku. “Hands off. This is a no touch exhibition, fucking got it?”

“Ah, Kat, you’re too much like a territorial alpha,” the burly man said, setting a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder.

This time, Izuku didn’t stop himself. He slotted himself between the man and Katsuki, and very deliberately picked his hand off Katsuki’s shoulder to give it back to him. “Like Kacchan said, this is a no touch exhibition.” He gave the group his widest and most lethal smile that put his sharp canines in full view. “Please stop touching my mate. I’ve been very patient up until now.”

The heroes roared with laughter, unaffected by either Izuku’s or Katsuki’s displays. The conversation devolved from there. Introductions were properly made. Chatter shot from one side of the circle to another. Santa hats were shoved onto Izuku’s and Katsuki’s heads from the good-natured group. Eventually, Shonetta dispersed the group to continue with their jobs. Sumi took off with the twins as they promised her cookies if she danced with them. Shonetta and Cynthia pulled back, and then it was just Katsuki and Izuku holding hands as they wove slowly through the crowds.

At the end of the street where the professional band was playing a slow sweet Christmas song, Katsuki allowed Izuku to pull him into a crowd of couples of every age and orientation. He wrapped Katsuki up in his arms and swayed them gently to the beat. The twins turned passed them, Sumi held on their feet, and Izuku smiled.

When he pressed a lingering Katsuki’s temple, he muttered, “You’re being gross. Stop.” Despite his words, he leaned into the gentle touch.

“I’m happy. I like it here. I like the whole celebrating together and the lights and how happy everyone else is too.”

“It’s one of the more enjoyable things to look forward to here,” Katsuki agreed.

Giggles rose from around them, and for a moment, Izuku thought it was because they were so tightly bound up in each other that they hadn’t realized the song had changed. Only, the song was still the same slow beat. They pulled apart enough for Katsuki to give the surrounding couples a dirty glare.

They weren’t looking at them particularly, but at their feet.

Sumi swooped in, eyes worried as she whispered, “Papa, did you have an accident?”

“What? No, I didn’t have an accident. I’m twenty-”

“It’s just… your legs are all wet and there’s a puddle under you,” she interrupted.

Katsuki and Izuku reeled away from each other, staring down between their bodies at the puddle beneath their feet. Izuku couldn’t understand how Katsuki hadn’t felt the wet, but he also couldn’t understand how there could be so much liquid and it not smell like urine.

Color drained from Katsuki’s face. “Katsumi, go get Cynthia and ask Shonetta to run to start the car,” he said slowly and deliberately.

“Why? Are you hurt?”

Was he hurt? Izuku was as lost as Sumi seemed to be, but Katsuki didn’t seem lost at all.

“No. Just tell them my water broke, okay, little monster?”

‘ My water broke .’ Izuku was suddenly far less lost, and both fear and excitement thrilled through him at the same time.

“Are you going to be okay?”

Katsuki seemed to struggle to smile. “I sure am, little monster. Just go tell your godmothers that okay. Tell them to be quick.” His fingers tightened exponentially on Izuku’s forearms, and as soon as Sumi darted away, he spat, “You just had to open your fucking mouth, didn’t you, Deku?” Unbidden tears spilled passed his lashes. “I fucking told you I hadn’t finished yet. Now, he’s coming and-”

Izuku cupped Katsuki’s cheeks in his hands, quickly wiping away the tears. “It’s okay, Kacchan. He’s a little early, but it’ll be okay. It’s not ideal, but we’ve got Cynthia and Shonetta, and everything went well when you had Katsumi here. It’ll be alright.”

“I know that,” Katsuki grit out, eyes squeezed shut, “But so many things can go wrong with a preemie. I just want him to come out healthy and happy. What if-”

Izuku tapped Katsuki’s cheek lightly. “Hey, none of that now. No ‘what ifs’. Taiyo is going to be just fine, alright, but we’ve got to get him here first.”

After another few seconds of just breathing and couples staring at them in concern, Katsuki opened his eyes. He was back to himself, the same hero who had faced down more villains than a lot of heroes could even boast about. With steel in his eyes, he muttered, “Get ready. I’m going to end up breaking your fingers tonight. I broke Best Jeanist’s last time.”

Izuku laughed, and then Cynthia was at their sides.

…..

Taiyo came into the world in the early hours of Christmas morning, and was almost immediately whisked away to the preemie ICU. They hadn’t even allowed Katsuki or Izuku to scent him before.

Now, with Katsuki fitfully sleeping under the sedative they’d had to administer to make sure he wouldn’t come after them, Izuku sat in silence. At first, he’d busied himself with making the phone calls he needed to. One to Inko, to Mitsuki and Masaru, to their agencies to inform them of what had happened so they would know that not only would they miss their flight, but also they’d be immediately beginning maternity/paternity leave. The last calls he made were to Ochako and Kirishima.

Hearing their voices, so cheerful and encouraging, made tears slip down his cheeks and words difficult as he explained to them the situation so far.

They both said the same thing. “Don’t worry, Deku, everything is going to be fine. Taiyo is going to be fine.”

He wasn’t so sure the longer he sat there without a baby in his arms. He didn’t even have Sumi there to hold, Shonetta and Cynthia taking her home and telling him to call when he finally had word on Taiyo. So, he sat and fidgeted and stressed and cried at the side of Katsuki’s bed. Eventually, he just crawled in next to him and snuggled close.

What felt like hours later, Katsuki began mumbling and shifting, eyelashes fluttering as the sedatives wore off. “Zuku. Zuku. Izuku,” he panted, eyes struggling to open, “Alpha- where’s my pup?” His fingers curled around Izuku’s already bruised digits again, grip slowly growing stronger as he came out of the drug induced stupor. “Where’s my pup? Alpha!”

Izuku sat up in the bed, quickly reaching to incline the head so Katsuki wouldn’t have to move. After jabbing his thumb into the call button, he settled back against the bed and ran shaky fingers through Katsuki’s sweat sticky spikes. “D-don’t worry. They’re just making sure he’s healthy. I’m sure they’re almost done.”

“I want my baby,” Katsuki whispered weakly, turning his nose into Izuku’s neck. He breathed out shakily, grip calming if only marginally.

“Me too. I called the nurse. I’m sure she has an update.”

When the nurse pushed opened the door, tugging a bassinet in behind her with the doctor in on the other side, it was deathly silent. There was no smile on either of their faces, and Izuku’s stomach dropped at the silence.

He could smell Taiyo. Spearmint and brown sugar. There wasn’t anything off about it, but the expressions on the doctor and nurse’s faces told a different story.

‘ Pup. Scent. Hold. Protect. Need to scent. Pup. ’ Izuku swallowed against his alpha’s rising aggravation.

“I want my baby,” Katsuki said immediately, struggling to push himself up straighter and reaching out his arms towards the bassinet, “Now.”

“Mr. Dynamight, we need to discuss something first-” the doctor started, but Katsuki wasn’t going to let him finish.

He snarled, loud and harsh, all protective omega mother. “Give me my fucking baby before I get out of this bed and hurt someone. You didn’t even let me scent him before you took him. You didn’t let me touch him or feed him. Give me my goddamn baby.”

The nurse and doctor exchanged a glance, but after a moment, the nurse carefully lifted the abnormally silent bundle into her arms and brought him to the bedside. Hesitantly, she passed him over.

Katsuki and Izuku reached for him at the same time, bringing him in close between their two bodies. His eyes were closed, but he snuffled quietly as if he could smell them as well. There was wispy blond hair on the top of his head, and when his eyelids fluttered, there was the barest glimpse of color. Newborn baby blue eyes.

Tears tracked down Izuku’s face as he pressed a kiss to Taiyo’s forehead and then Katsuki’s temple.

“Help me get this stupid gown open,” Katsuki muttered as he shifted Taiyo closer to his chest. Taiyo made a soft barely audible sound, tiny nostrils flaring as Izuku and Katsuki got him flush against Katsuki’s chest. It only took him a moment to latch onto the offered nipple. “Why was that so much easier than with Sumi?”

The doctor cut in before they could continue on ignoring the pair. “Mr. Dynamight, Mr. Deku, please, if I could have a moment of your time. This is very important.”

“More important than me feeding my pup?” Katsuki asked, voice saccharine as he smiled up at the doctor.

The doctor swallowed, but nodded and forged forward. “I need to discuss your options with you. I know that you two are very busy pro-heroes with one child already.”

“What situation are we talking about?” Izuku asked, “You failed to mention what the problem was when you took him from us. I understand that you had to make sure he was healthy, and I appreciate the good work you’ve already done for us, but if something’s wrong, we should have been told immediately. Not hours after the fact.”

Looking chastened and rather aggrieved, the doctor nodded. “Yes, but this is a rather delicate subject. We weren’t sure how, uh…” He cleared his throat, eyes flickering toward Katsuki.

“How I would react? Is that what you were going to say?” Katsuki sneered, mouth cutting a razor sharp line. “You think anything is going to make me not want my pup, is that it? Full offense, but you don’t fucking know anything about me. So tell me what you’re so worried I’m going to react badly over.”

Swallowing again, the doctor cleared his throat. Worry and fear pierced straight through his scent when before Izuku hadn’t even been able to smell the alpha. Katsuki really was marvel. “Your baby was born with a birth defect known as spina bifeda. Do you know what that is?” Katsuki and Izuku didn’t answer, eyes now trained solely on the doctor. Clearing his throat for a second time, he gave a brief explanation before saying, “From the tests we’ve run, we have determined that it’s not a severe case. His brain seems fully functional, no sign of water.”

“But?” Katsuki snapped.

“But... it seems the mobility of his legs is non-existent. As he grows older, the condition may worsen or it may remain the same. What we know for sure at this moment is that he’ll never walk normally. There’s only so much our healers can do, but if the nervous system just didn’t develop correctly…” The doctor trailed off, looking between the two silent heroes. “He is going to need a lot of care, more than two pro-heroes may be able to give him. There are resources-”

“Shut up.” The doctor went silent with a clack of teeth, and Katsuki sighed, running a finger over Taiyo’s chubby cheek. “Not even you’re normal, baby. Sorry, but you’ll fit right in. Between the four of us, we’ve got three legs, six and a half arms, three sets of working ears and four pairs of eyes. Welcome to this dysfunctional family. Merry Christmas, you little heathen.”

Izuku was sure he’d never been more in love with Katsuki than in that moment. Laughing quietly, he asked, “I get everything else, but why six and a half arms? I’ve still got both of mine.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, not looking up from Taiyo. “Yeah, and one of them barely functions. Hence, half.”

“Okay.” Izuku pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s cheek before turning to look back at the gawking doctor and nurse. “When can we take him home? Also, when can we get on a plane? We eventually have to go back to Japan.”

They could only sputter.

…..

“Katsumi Bakugou-Midoriya, you are not taking your brother on to the jungle gym. He’s too small right now. Bring him to me.”

With a huff, Sumi turned on a heel and returned to Katsuki and Izuku where they were sitting on the park bench with Kirishima and Mina. Their little boy, a few years younger than Sumi, pouted impatiently at the swings while Sumi very carefully unstrapped Taiyo and his papoose from her front.

“I know you want to include your brother in everything, but you have to wait for him to get bigger. It’s going to be a while before he can really play with you, alright?” Katsuki explained patiently, holding Taiyo up so Izuku could remove his papoose and sat him in his lap. Taiyo waved his fists, but had yet to kick out. Just as the doctor had said, Taiyo seemed to have no control over his legs, though he could still feel pain. After returning to Japan, they’d immediately started him on neuro-therapy, but they had no illusions that he’d ever walk normally. Now, they just planned for what they could do for him instead.

Sumi leaned in to press a kiss to Taiyo’s nose, and he crinkled his crimson eyes at her before batting at her with a closed fist. She laughed, dancing back with a whirl of skirts. “I understand. I’ll play with him when we get home then.” Spinning, she tore off across the playground and tackled her friend to the woodchips.

Mina laughed, phone at eye level as she recorded the entire debacle. “Yeah, that’s your guys’ child. Poor, Dai.”

Kirishima sighed, though happily, running a hand through his ever lengthening red hair. “Honestly.” He cut eyes towards the trio as Katsuki began to bounce Taiyo on his knee, the baby babbling nonsense the entire time. Reaching over, he allowed Taiyo to grip at his fingers. “You know, a lot of people are surprised. I keep trying to explain it, but no one ever believes Chako or me.”

“Hah? About what?” Katsuki asked, glancing away from Sumi to throw Kirishima a scowl.

“You know, that you kept Taiyo.”

“Yeah, even after all this time there are people who thought you’d give him up for adoption or something for being disabled,” Mina interjected, leaning around Kirishima to get her eyes on him, “I know you’ve been staying away from the news and stuff while you’re still on leave, but some of the headlines are absolute bonkers. When they ask me about it in interviews, I tell them straight up that everyone’s being an idiot.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, eyelashes fluttering spectacularly, and Izuku sighed. “That would be kind of hypocritical of us, considering,” Izuku said, glancing at Sumi’s legs, bare metal because she’d refused to put on the synthetic skin or leggings that morning. “But that’s besides the point.”

“I mean,” Kirishima started, mouth skewing, “I don’t think they ever doubted you’d want to keep him, Deku.”

“And I’ll tell those vultures the exact same thing I told the doctor,” Katsuki interjected before Izuku had a chance to speak, “People don’t know fuck all about me.” He dropped his eyes back to the baby in his lap. “Taiyo was the best Christmas present I could have ever gotten. The only people who need to know that are the four of us. Everyone else can shove their opinions.”

Izuku felt heat press against his eyes, and he dropped his forehead against Katsuki’s shoulder as Mina laughed and said, “You’ve gotten soft in your motherhood, Kats.”

Instead of his usual response, Izuku heard Katsuki say, “Yeah, probably.”

Izuku laughed happily against his shoulder, grinning like the in-love fool he was.

#my hero academia #mha #bakudeku #dekubaku #decchan #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #assorted ocs #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics #alpha!izuku #omega!katsuki #disabled!katsuki #pregnant!katsuki #my writing #coming home #christmas preemie

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Candy from Strangers [Renji]

Anonymous said:

Okay WAIT WAIT YOU'VE PEAKED MY INTEREST. Could I request a renji or kensei fic being really into breeding kink/ their s/o asking for them to creampie? Cos goddamn. I am having a conniption rn just thinking about it. Thank you very much in advance, I will be favoriting and bookmarking that bitch the minute it comes out if you are available to do it.

Not gonna lie, I’ve been dying to write this one ever since you submitted it, anon! It just took me awhile to decide how to set it up. I’ve also played around with the idea of some kind of sketchy Mayuri experiment. Hope you guys enjoy!

Remember, only take treats from a trusted source.

Candy from Strangers [Renji x Reader]

To say anyone ‘liked’ going to the Twelfth division was like saying you wanted to get hit with a kido blast straight to the face. However, you didn’t seem to mind it half as much as some others, generally unafraid of whatever chaos was cooked up there. That was exactly how you found yourself standing impatiently in the lab while one of Mayuri’s dead-eyed minions worked on your captain’s phone, toiling away, not casting a second look in your direction.

‘What was his name again? Hiyosu?’

Leaning on a nearby desk, you glance around the dark room filled with the sounds of machines beeping intermittently and beakers bubbling with mysterious substances that you knew better than to ask about. Your eyes drift casually around the room - disinterested and bored out of your mind and looking for anything to distract you from watching the clock. Finally, you notice an unassuming clear bowl stationed on a desk across the room, filled with fluffy pink balls.

Hiyosu mutters quietly a few feet away, now hunched over the desk where your captain’s phone lays in a few scattered pieces in front of him. This was going to take a while. You shrug your shoulders and walk across the room to investigate. Even in a place like this, your natural curiosity gets the better of you. The fluffy, cloud-like pink balls filling the dish were candy - and they looked delicious. Your stomach echoed your brain’s assessment, growling quietly.

Fortunately, you knew better than to just assume anything was safe to eat in this lab. “Hey? Um, Hiyosu, can I have a few of these, or will they turn me into some kind of jelly blob for experiments?”

He casts a quick glance in your direction before hurriedly resuming his task. “What? Oh no. Those are safe. We keep candy around to distract Captain Zaraki’s lieutenant from poking around in case she comes by, though Rin likes to eat them too.”

Well, if they had them around for Yachiru they must be fine. Not even Captain Kurotsuchi would be crazy enough to feed her experimental sweets. Right? Well, he probably was but the rest of his underlings certainly weren’t; and you had seen Rin around before, he was a nice kid, highly unlikely to destroy his own candies for some experiment. After checking Hiyosu’sµ expression one last time to make sure he wasn’t playing some sort of trick. You take a handful of the soft candies, pop one into your mouth and pocket the rest, trying to limit the amount of pink powder coating the candies from covering too much of your hands and fingers.

You chewed tentatively - cautious - worried that at any moment you might drop dead. The strong strawberry flavor filled your mouth and to your surprise, you were still breathing. Quite an accomplishment for the Twelfth division. Swallowing the first candy, you hop up onto the desk you had been leaning against, checking Hiyosu’s progress before feeling your phone vibrate in your shihakusho pocket. You popped another candy into your mouth before checking the message.

Abarai: Got back early. You gonna be home soon?

Your eyes practically fly out of your head when you glance back over at Hiyosu and see the captain’s phone in dozens more tiny pieces than they had been a moment earlier, splayed chaotically across the desk. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you type out a short reply.

Babe: Doubtful.

Abarai: Too bad. Guess I’ll have to shower alone…

Damn Renji. He knew just how to test you. He had been on a mission in the World of the Living for a week. You had kept yourself sufficiently busy with work during that time, but for some reason you suddenly felt anxious to get home and see him.

“Do you think you’ll be finished soon, or…” You tried to keep your voice casual, but a strange buzzing sensation was beginning to tear at your nerves, making you twitch and shift restlessly.

Hiyosu laughed. “Oh no. I’ll need to keep this for at least two days.” A loud gurgle erupted from your stomach, interrupting him. You both went completely silent and glanced down at your stomach, your face grimacing to hide the embarrassment. “Uh… we can give Captain Yadomaru a temporary locator. I’ll have someone drop it by the Eighth a little later… if you need to go.”

The gurgling deep in the pit of your stomach faded, giving rise to something else. Something much more uncomfortable.

It was suddenly unbearably hot in the lab, your brow and palms were damp and dewy with sweat. You knew the heat bubbling through your body must have been rising up to flood your face by now. Heart racing, thundering, the forced breaths you took to try and calm yourself were coming out ragged and harsh. Your mouth felt as dry as a desert. The uncomfortable, edgy, tingles electrifying your skin were too much.

Clenching your jaw, you grit out a quick response. “Please do. I’m not feeling very well.”

Without another word you spun on your heel and hurried out of the lab, desperate for the cool, fresh air of the Seireitei hoping it would provide some amount of relief. The second you burst outside the doors of the Twelfth division you gasped for air, repeatedly filling your lungs as if you had just been saved from suffocation.

The relief never came. If anything, you felt worse. More than that though, you felt everything.

It was as if every one of your senses was overwhelmed and overloaded with information all at once. As you hurried through the streets towards home, you could hear the inane, quiet chatter of soul reapers walking 15 feet away as if they were right next to you; the electrified tingles dancing over your skin began to magnify and radiate around your body; colors seemed sharper, more vibrant somehow; the strawberry flavor of the candy still coated your mouth, but the more you moved your restless tongue, the more the hunger deep within began screaming for more.

But it wasn’t demanding food.

‘What the hell was in that candy?!’

A nondescript craving was developing, your thoughts raced to find the source, to fill the void that was all-consuming. You would do anything in that moment to quell the hunger - the need - ripping you apart. But your body knew the remedy better than your mind and it fueled your steps in a familiar direction: home. The same home you shared with Renji.

Renji.

The craving now made much more sense. Your previously clouded mind abruptly focused on one thing, your gorgeous boyfriend who was waiting for you at that very moment - very naked. As the image of Renji overtook your thoughts you froze, every muscle in your body clenched and released, searching, coming up empty. So empty, yet consumed with an aching need that begged to be filled. Deliciously filled - over and over.

Your heart begins pounding again with urgency and excitement. Your steps quicken until you catch a delicious scent permeating through the air, something that wouldn’t have been noticeable to you otherwise outside of your present condition. It was the strong, earthy smell of dirt, sweat, and male pheromones. You tightened your jaw to stifle the moan attempting to rip from your throat as your core clenched down again, and your eyes searched frantically for the source - any source - of the delicious scent.

“___-chan, you ok?” Shuhei touches your shoulder, his hand searing through the layers of your shihakusho. There is a panicked look in your eyes as you stare back at him, standing next to Izuru. Both of them regard you with puzzled, worried looks. Two of Renji’s best friends. Your body throbs painfully once more at their proximity, eyes drifting down to Shuhei’s strong arms, blood coursing through your veins. How easy it would be to…

NO! You needed Renji, you wanted Renji. That damn candy might settle for any male presence, but you wouldn’t. You were stronger than that.

Your voice cracks, coming out more startled and desperate than you wanted. “Fine! Just need to get home!” You didn’t wait to hear their response before flash-stepping away with newfound speed. The hunger was building, your sex throbs and spasms continuously now. A warning deep within told you that your rational brain wouldn’t be able to control the desire for much longer. You need to hurry.

By the time you reach the door to your shared home you’re trembling, barely containing the wanton moans trying to escape your lips. Slamming the door shut behind you, your chest heaves for breath. Renji had been relaxing on the couch, freshly showered and shirtless, wearing only a simple pair of grey sweats. He bolted upright the second you came into view, and judging by the expression on his face, you must have been a sight - not that you cared one bit about that. In that moment, all you cared about was him - your salvation - the only one who could ever make you feel good. Candy or no candy.

Renji jumps up from the couch and begins hurrying towards you - nowhere near fast enough. You run to meet him, your fingers frantically pulling at your obi as you move. The closer you got to him, the hotter you felt; the more desperate the need became, warmth rushing up and down your spine, flooding your core.

“Babe, what the hell?! Are you ok?!” Worry and fear tinged Renji’s voice. You nodded frantically, reaching up and pulling his mouth down to yours in a hungry kiss. The second you touch his skin, taste his lips, you feel the smallest measure of relief, but its short lived. Now that you had found him, his kiss alone wouldn’t do. Your clit throbs making you moan into his mouth.

You feverishly pull at your clothes, the normally comfortable fabric grated against your skin like shards of glass. “Fi-fine. I’m fine.” You kiss him again as your hands work. “Twelfth… weird candy… I need you.” Your thoughts and words are broken by heavy breaths and desperate kisses.

“I’m here! Tell me what you need, I’ll do it.” Panic is still his overriding emotion as he watches you peeling off your kosode and hakama, tossing them away carelessly. Renji has never seen you like this, but a small part of him didn’t mind it. His eyes travel down your body, covered only in your bra and underwear, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly with heated, lustful breaths. It made his cock stir, no matter how hard he tried to fight it.

Your eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with desire flick up to meet his, a salacious smile creeping across your lips. Stepping forward, your hand reaches down between your bodies to stroke the steadily forming bulge you find barely concealed under his sweats. You cup Renji’s face with your free hand, letting your thumb graze across his full lower lip slowly before pushing inside, your eyes trained on his.

Renji’s warm tongue slides across the pad of your thumb, taking in the faint hint of strawberry that tinged your skin. His pupils suddenly grow larger, darker, his dick hardens in an instant and twitches under your touch. A low groan rolls through his chest, his breathing becoming much more urgent, yet still not as fast as yours. Renji’s rough palms slip down your waist, dragging over your curves to cup the back of your thighs. In one swift motion Renji lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist, pressing your back against the nearest wall.

You were careless.

Maybe if your mind hadn’t been consumed with the need to feel Renji inside you - filling the painful, aching emptiness - you would have realized trace amounts of the candy remained on your fingers. But you didn’t. And now Renji was going to experience a small fraction of what you were going through. A sliver of your rational brains realized what was going on, but your primal urges silenced any objections, acutely aware you were both about to get exactly what you needed.

Renji’s eyes were as dark and lustful as your own as you stare at each other for a split second before your fingers weave through his crimson hair, pulling his mouth to yours. The kiss was hot and deep, rapidly devolving into little more than panting breaths as he kisses down your neck to lick and suck at the delicate skin, hungrily marking your body. Every point of contact was fuel for the fire raging through you. You rolled your hips over Renji’s, moaning as his erection pressed against your sex.

“Please, Renji! I need you now!” A mixture of whimpers and moans left you as your core clenched down again - on nothing. He was so close. His scent was heavy in your nostrils, making your head swim. Water, fresh soap, overwhelming male musk. His body - his muscles - were so hard against your own, pinning you effortlessly to the wall. Each new stimulus sent a jolt through your body, straight to your core causing you to grind your hips into his erection. Renji groans, crushing his hips into yours before breathing deeply and carrying you to the bedroom using his quickest flash-step.

You had barely reached the bed before Renji tosses you down onto the soft mattress. He quickly kicks off his sweats - unable to tolerate the tight, chafing material that painfully restricted his throbbing length. A low growl rumbles through his chest as he stalks his way up the bed, descending on you like a hungry predator. Renji’s warm brown eyes were nearly swallowed by deep black pools of lust and desire.

He kisses his way up the center of your chest, letting his teeth graze your neck, across your jaw, until he finally reaches your lips. You welcome the weight and pressure of his body pressing into yours, moaning loudly, sinking your fingers into his shoulders when his cock grazed against the thin, soaking wet fabric of your underwear.

Renji captures your bottom lip between his teeth, lightly pulling and sucking on your flesh as you whimper, gasping for air. “Mmm… you taste amazing, babe.” He traces your mouth slowly, the tip of his tongue running along your slightly open lips pulling lust-drunk mewls from you.

It was clear that the trace amount of candy he had ingested wasn’t affecting him nearly as bad as you. He still possessed enough resistance to drag his rough palms down your curves, pinning your squirming hips - eager for friction - to the bed. His hands burned a trail down your skin, leaving a wake of painful electric shocks to mark his path. Renji sat back with a grin, trailing a finger over your still covered sex.

Your core spasms, desperately grasping for an object that remains out of reach. “Aahh!” A low, agonizing whine rips from your throat. “Renji, I wa-nt you… i-in…” You couldn’t get the words out. Thankfully, you didn’t need to. Renji’s cock twitches. That was a plea his body couldn’t resist any longer.

His hands slide up your hips, gripping the fabric of your underwear, shredding it to pieces and tossing the remnants off the bed. Your bra was the next casualty of the shared ache you felt for each other. Finally, skin met skin, burning and unobstructed. Renji’s warm weight was on you again, your arms and legs tangle around his shoulders and hips, pulling him closer. The second his cock brushes against your folds, lining up with your entrance, you feel dizzy with excitement - keening wildly. His hips press forward, slowly sinking into your heat as you arch up to meet him. Renji holds his forehead to yours, breathing heavily. You share a long, exalted sigh - finally feeling a small measure of relief.

“Fuck.” Renji groans, lying perfectly still once he’s completely buried inside you. At last. Right where you needed him, where he fits perfectly - where he belongs. It doesn’t take long for your body to adjust to the stretch of him before your core cries out for more. Fortunately, he feels it too. Renji’s hips begin rocking against yours, a slow, in and out roll that has you rising up and pushing into him to meet each stroke.

“Yes! Renji, you feel so good.” You sigh, both of your mouths hang open, panting heavily, drunk with lust. The slow thrusting begins to build, matching the fervor coursing through your veins, aching for release, racing to a crescendo. Renji’s mouth hungrily moves down your throat, his hands ball into tight fists beside your head before the pressure mounting in his gut becomes too much.

He grabs your shoulders, pulling you up sharply onto his lap with a grunt. The forceful, eager gesture makes you whimper in rapture as your hips slam down onto his. He groans watching you, a dark, debauched sound that feeds your frenzy. “Ah! Babe, you look so hot.” His rough palms caress your hips, savoring every grinding stroke you make. The coarse, calloused skin of his hands is magnified in your heightened state as he slings one arm around your back, reaching up with the other to palm your breast, bringing it to his mouth.

Renji grins up you, winking as his tongue peeks out to flick against the rock hard pebble of your nipple. He wants to make sure you’re watching his every move. It sends a shockwave pulsing out over your body, your core spasms and your walls contract around his girth as you cry out. He wraps his mouth around your soft flesh, massaging and sucking while he groans against your skin. Renji feels your fingers weave through his hair, dancing across his scalp in an effort to pull him closer. His lips part in an arrogant smile as he happily obliges, swirling his tongue around your nipple, capturing it lightly between his teeth before sucking it into a puffy swollen state - repeating the process on the other side.

Still, nothing compares to the blissful feeling of Renji filling you over and over, bouncing harshly up and down his thick cock. Every normally satisfying inch of Renji’s body around yours - in yours - was positively euphoric now. Amplified to levels that were almost intolerable - untenable. You were grinding, rolling, filled, and stretched to the point of exhaustion - but you needed more.

‘How could there possibly be more this?!’

Renji grips your hips, pulling you down onto his cock as he thrusts into you. Surely, you could die happy after this. Fade away into reishi, a satisfied mist with no complaints. But the tension coiling in the pit of your stomach calls you back to reality. You were so close, so painfully close, but something deep inside told you that your release was still out of reach. Needing one more thing to push you to the brink.

Renji’s deep, husky voice whispers in your ear. The heat of his breath and his words resonates down to your core. “Fuck. Babe, you’re gonna make me cum.”

A lightning bolt of pure pleasure shoots straight down your spine. Your back arches and your head rolls back at hearing those words. That was it. The indescribable ingredient you were missing. “Oh Gods, Renji, Please! Please cum in me!” Your words echoes loudly in his mind through the lewd moans tearing from your throat.

Renji groans, clenching his jaw. The sound of your whimpering voice, the sight of your body thrusting against his, unabashedly taking what you need is a picture he won’t ever forget. His body pleads with him to give you exactly what you want, what you’re begging him for. But his microdose of candy is starting to wear off, allowing him brief flashes of clarity.

He pants, breathless. “Are you sure?” His words are chivalrous, but the way he drives into you, pulling you down onto his length, rolling his hips to catch you clit is not. Its obvious Renji wants it as badly as you do.

“Yes!! Baby, I need it!”

That was all Renji needed to hear. His heated growl sends both your bodies into overdrive, primal instincts take over. Your fingers sink into his shoulders, gripping his body as an anchor point. Your thighs tremble with effort, Renji holds you tightly against him, pushing your back down onto the bed, driving into your heat.

Renji pulls your leg up around his hip, thrusting deeper, reaching that perfect spot deep within you. His mouth is everywhere; licking, sucking, grazing your skin. Your hips arch up off the bed to meet his thrusts as you breathlessly chant barely coherent words. “Yes!” “Harder!” “More!” “Cum in me, Renji!”

With two final, powerful snaps of his hips, you both feel your walls spasm harshly around his cock - commanding his release. The heat of Renji flooding your core - the forceful sensation - reverberates through you in waves, tension melting away into overwhelming, orgasmic bliss. It courses through your veins in powerful waves that form aftershocks, rippling in your core until you’re left limp, sated, and full.

Renji rolls onto the bed beside you, wrapping his body tightly around yours, drawing a contented sigh. You were both completely silent, drowsily waiting for your hearts to stop pounding in your chests and you breathing to return to some semblance of normalcy. Renji was the first one to recover.

“You feel any better?” He whispers tenderly in your ear.

“Much. I probably would have gone crazy if you weren’t here. That was intense.” A little shiver ran down your spine at the memory. Although, you had to admit, the overwhelming euphoria still heavily present in your mind and body, that candy definitely had its perks.

Renji grinned, his lips ghosting over your neck. “What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help? I wonder what the hell the Twelfth needs something like that for anyway.”

You laughed briefly before the sound morphed into a long yawn; the call to sleep was taking over. “I think I still have a few in my pocket. You can be the one to try it next time and find out.” Renji’s eyes widened in surprise before a mischievous smirk crossed his lips. It was only fair that you get to see him become a keening, erotic mess this time. For science.

Rin entered the lab carrying a small bag, Hiyosu was painstakingly reassembling Captain Yadomaru’s phone. Sensing that Hiyosu had everything under control, he was about to turn and leave when his eyes fell on the half-empty candy dish stationed nearby. His bag fell from his hands, crashing to the floor, spilling candies everywhere. Only then did Hiyosu look up from his task.

“Di-did some-” Rin coughed, clearing his throat before continuing. “Did someone eat these?”

“Now, don’t be upset. There’s still plenty left for you.” Hiyosu laughed, preparing to turn back to his work when Rin stopped him.

“Those aren’t my candies! Those are mine!” Rin gestured wildly to the floor, Hiyosu had never seen him so animated.

Slowly, they both looked from the spilled candy covering the floor and back up to the dish. “Shit.”

“Please don’t tell Captain Kurotsuchi. I don’t want to have to ask Lieutenant Abarai or Lieutenant ___ about its… efficacy.” Rin fidgeted nervously, blushing uncontrollably at the thought.

Hiyosu’s wide-set eyes were alight. He looked past Rin to the door of the lab where Mayuri stood with an unsettling smile covering his painted face, his eyes were bright with excitement. “Did I hear you say someone sampled our candy? Excellent. I’ll expect a full report by tomorrow.”

Rin did manage to work up the courage to walk over to your house later that evening. He nervously paced a few feet away from the door, looking sheepish. He took a deep breath, held it, and raised his hand to knock. But before he could lower it, he heard muffled noises coming from inside. Curious, Rin leaned in closer and heard a loud, rapidly pounding thump-thump-thump mixed with your voice crying out in rapture and low, indistinguishable words from Renji. Rin backed away quickly. He decided he had enough information to make up his report after that.

#renji abarai #renji x reader #buriedinbleach #all work and no play #warning: smut ahead #ao3 #reader insert #bleach imagines

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bedbellyandbeyond · 6 years ago

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Breakfast in Bed

(Story Post)

A week into his wolf cycle again, Nathan was finding himself worrying more and more about his upcoming bed rest. He wasn't sure if the nursery was 100% ready, he felt like he needed to be planning more for the big day, and he was worried about the garden at the cabin wilting while it was unattended. It would wilt anyway since it was now early November, but Kent had left clear instructions on how to prep it for the winter but Nathan wasn't home to do it. He'd convinced Nari to go take a look at it sometimes but he only agreed to do so at night on weekends. One such weekend morning, Nathan was sleeping out his exhaustion from the week and missed breakfast service. He didn't mind, he knew he could go crazy at lunch so he was surprised when someone came knocking on his APID door. When he opened it, Pierce was there with a plate and a smile. “Morning!” Pierce said. “I hope I didn't wake you up.”

“No, I just got up and I was doing a bit of reading…” Nathan said. “What's up?” “Well, um, I volunteered to serve breakfast this morning, but when I didn't see you at breakfast, I figured you might still want it and I brought some for you,” Pierce said holding up the plate of pancakes and sausage. “Being a werewolf must drain a lot of energy and I remembered you ate a lot of meat when we first saw each other here, and, I'm sorry, I'm rambling…” “Don't worry about it,” Nathan said opening the door more. “Thanks for the food… I really am pretty hungry. Do you want to come in?” “Uh, if that's alright,” Pierce said stepping in and handing over the plate. “So you live here on nights when you turn into a werewolf, is that correct?” “Yeah, the cycle started about a week ago…” Nathan rubbed the back of his neck. “At the end of the cycle though, I'll be here anyway on bed rest…” “Oh, really? That seems a little soon,” Pierce said. “Is something wrong?” “Yeah. I'm pregnant,” Nathan half joked. “But, seriously, just the fact that I have a womb but no vagina makes it a very high risk pregnancy.” “Wow. That's um… That's a lot of information,” Pierce said blushing. “So then, I'm sure you'd like to spend the rest of your morning resting then?” “Well, I wanted to use the day to write out my usual schedule with the students for the substitute…” Nathan said going over to the bed. “Actually, while you're here, could you grab my laptop from my bag over there? I'm not great at bending over anymore…” “Oh, sure!” Pierce grabbed Nathan's bag off the floor, brought it over and took out the laptop. “I'm, um… I'm actually going to be taking over your class for the year.” “You? Really? But who will be vice principal?” Nathan asked. “Well, I'll still be VP but Ms. Liu will be absorbing some of my afternoon duties,” Pierce said. “We're a team. We'll make it work.” Nathan blanched. “You weren't able to find anyone else? Are you sure this will work?” Pierce put up his hands. “Nathan, calm down. It's going to be just fine. We have it covered. In fact, I'm not used to being a VP. It'll be refreshing to be back in the classroom again.” Nathan rubbed his head. “Jesus, Pierce… Why do you work so hard? Just thinking about you being a VP and a teacher and volunteering here… I'd go into cardiac arrest.” Pierce chuckled. “But I love it. And if you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life.” “As nice as that sounds, it's still work and a man can only work so hard before…expiring,” Nathan stated. “If anyone needs to rest, it sounds like it should be you.” “Naw… Don't worry about it,” Pierce said. “I take breaks… Like visiting you today.” Nathan raised an eyebrow. “You're serving me food and you're still in your apron.” “But I'm supposed to be doing dishes,” Pierce said. “So it is a break.” “Uh huh…” Nathan started eating some pancakes. “These are pretty good…” “Yeah, the chefs really don't skimp on quality,” Pierce said. “They say the chef has like super taste buds so he can tell if there's even the slightest thing off with the food. Sometimes though he takes too long trying to perfect the recipes.” Nathan chuckled in response and ate a bit more. “…I guess it's better you cover my class than a stranger since you already know the kids.” Pierce nodded. “I already know the routine and whose got allergies and which kids can't sit together.” Nathan smiled. “I'm going to miss the kids… I've never been with a more special group. All those kids know what it's like to be different and they work so well together because they're just so keen to learn about each other.” “What better staff to teach them than a bunch of people doing the exact same thing?” Pierce pointed out. “I love the group we have. I feel like most of us can consider each other friends. I've never been on a faculty so ready to have each other's back.” “That's true… Nari, Dax and you have been the most help to me. I feel like I can trust you guys… Frankly when I first was contacted by APID I thought it was a joke,” Nathan said chuckling. He had to hold his side though as laughter jostled his stomach too much. “And then when I saw my first alien, I believed them but then I was still very distrustful… It took me a while to warm up to my case workers but it's the people that really make you feel at home.” “Yeah, I get that… I mean, I remember when my mother told me I'd be summering at a facility in Canada,” Pierce said. “I was so scared and it was the first time I'd ever been away from her for so long. But they made me feel at home here so I can't appreciate it more.” Nathan smiled and looked down at the plate of pancakes. “Well, I shouldn't keep you from your duties. I'll bring back the plate when I'm done.” “Well, I mean my shift's pretty much over, so I can wait… That way you don't have to go the way,” Pierce offered. “Do you want to watch a movie with me then?” Nathan asked. Pierce blinked. “Really? Sure. I'd love to.” Nathan patted the bed beside him and pulled up Netflix on his laptop and picked a film. Pierce sat down and slid up against the back of the bed. He sat quietly most of the movie, so Nathan figured he was pretty focused on the plot so he didn’t bother him while he finished his plate. With so much sitting however, it wasn't long before the twins started rolling about and he felt queasy. He rubbed his stomach gently trying to calm them down but it only seemed to excite them more. “Are they… Are they moving?” Pierce asked. “Yeah..” Nathan groaned. “I’m supposed to like it I think but at the same time, they just make me feel sick… The doc says it’s because one is pushed up against my actual stomach so when they move, it literally upsets my stomach…” “Oh, that really sucks…” Pierce said. “Does anything help to settle them?” “Yeah, walking around and stuff but I need sit down solutions…” Nathan said. “I just try rubbing which sometimes works, sometimes makes it worse, like now…” “Well, could I try?” Pierce asked. “I want to help.” “Uh, sure…” Nathan slipped up his shirt, exposing his belly. He motioned over his stomach. “One’s lying like this… The other’s underneath them right now. At least, I think that’s how it feels… Last appointment, this was their general position.” “Okay…” Pierce reached out a hand and lightly placed it on Nathan’s stomach. He started moving it around, but he didn’t really keep the pressure even. Nathan started giggling a bit. “Pierce… Oh my god, that tickles… That’s…not helping…” Pierce pulled his hand away. “Ah! I’m sorry!” “You’re nervous,” Nathan said. “Why are you nervous? You’ve touched my stomach before.” “Yeah, but it wasn’t moving before,” Pierce said. “I just…it’s strange on my hand when it moves…” “Wow. You baby…” Nathan took Pierce’s hand and placed it right where he was feeling the most movement. “Do you feel that?” Pierce held his breath as he felt something inside press against his hand. “That’s crazy… That’s inside you.” “Yeah, it's wild,” Nathan said. He looked at Pierce and squinted a bit. “I've been curious for a bit… How old are you?” “Me? Twenty-nine.” “Oh. Okay, I was starting to wonder if you were younger than me,” Nathan said. “But you're still pretty young for a VP.” “Yeah, I feel that,” Pierce said. “It makes it harder for parents to take me seriously I think… But I do my best.” He took his hand away. “How old are you?” “Twenty-seven,” Nathan said. “So in adult terms, we're about the same age.” “Yeah, that's cool. How old did you think I was?” Pierce asked. “Honestly, I don't know,” Nathan said. “Because it didn’t feel like you could be younger than me because of the VP thing, but then you sort of act a bit younger than the rest of us… Not like in maturity, but you get more excited about things than anyone else I'd say.” “What's not to be excited about?” Pierce asked. “With the people we work with, and the kids, every day holds new surprises and I can't wait.” “Well… I admire your positivity…” Nathan said. “But for me, I think I'm just a little more scared of what's going to happen next.” “Well… Maybe, you could use an extra hand,” Pierce said, his own hand sliding onto Nathan’s shoulder. “It’s just not easy to do these things alone.” “Yeah… The doc thinks I should try dating,” Nathan sighed. “But I just… I feel like my emotions are really…complicated with all these hormones. Not to mention, he also told me that being a werewolf gives off these pheromones that, like, makes people attracted to me, so I'd hate to think that someone only likes me just because I'm a werewolf. And I don't feel attractive right now…” “Well… I mean you are attractive,” Pierce stated. “…I, uh… Well, I just feel like people are smarter than pheromones. Like sure, it maybe makes them a little more attracted to you, but then they still have the ability to think about what they actually like about you, like your smile and your work ethic and your tenacity…” Nathan huffed. “Thanks, but, if I'm to believe the father of these kids, it was pure pheromones that got me pregnant because we absolutely hated each other.” “Really?” Pierce blinked. “So did he leave you alone like this?” Nathan waggled his head back and forth. “In a way… He's dead.” “Dead?” Pierce inhaled. “What happened?” “Capital punishment happened.” “Here?!” “Texas,” Nathan sighed. “Jesus… So like…do you like bad boys or something?” Pierce asked. “No. I told you we hated each other,” Nathan said. “But he's also like a were-person as well, and according to him, I was in heat and he couldn't control his bear with those kinds of pheromones about so I'm supposed to believe him… I don't know, it seems stupid to me. I shouldn't even be telling my VP this… God, I'm so stupid.” “No, it's okay,” Pierce said. “I don't think you're stupid. Things happen and sometimes we don't have control over it. You're a nice guy and anyone would be lucky to be with you.” Nathan smiled and rested his head on Pierce's shoulder. “Geez, you're so positive. How are you single?” “Aha, I'm not all that…” Pierce said. “No one would ever want me…” “What? Why would you think that?” Nathan asked. “Well, I mean look at me,” Pierce said. “They'd probably be scared I'd bite them or something…” “So… You've never been with anyone?” Nathan asked. “Ever?” Pierce shook his head. “…No. Never.” “So you've never…” “I haven't even kissed another person before.” “Pierce… I mean, I'm surprised, but I hope you don't think you don't deserve it,” Nathan said. Pierce was silent. “Oh, no. Come on,” Nathan said, sitting up straight again. “You have so much to offer. You're handsome, fun, very hard working, and basically the nicest person. If you're really worried about your teeth, trust me, there are people who are into that.” Pierce blushed and rubbed his neck. “Thanks, Nathan… I mean, it's not really just my teeth… I don't think I let myself get close to people because…I don't know, I'm worried I won't be able to…perform like I should.” “Why's that?” Nathan asked. “Well, um… It's complicated,” Pierce explained. “I just…don't think I want sex as much as normal people… It kind of scares me and I just feel like whoever I date will have desires I can't keep up with.” “What if you date someone like you?” Nathan offered. “There are other people who feel the same way.” “But, at the same time, I just don’t know what I like yet,” Pierce said. “Because I haven't tried it yet…” “That's true,” Nathan said. “But it sounds like you won't be happy unless you find an emotional connection with someone first. So look for that. Worry about the sex stuff later. Someone who really loves you will understand.” “Yeah… I suppose you're right,” Pierce said. “I just need the right person.” “Same,” Nathan sighed. “But right now, I feel like I can only concentrate on baking these buns to completion.” He rubbed his stomach caringly. “What a mess they're coming into… But I'm doing my best.” “Yeah, you are. Keep it up.” Pierce picked up Nathan's plate. “So, uh, I'm gonna run this back. I have to start prepping for lunch.” “Alright,” Nathan nodded. “Thank you for that again. Very good breakfast. I haven't had someone bring me breakfast in bed in a long time.” “Well, you deserve it,” Pierce said heading to the door. “See you.” “Bye.”

#lore #mpreg #Nathan #Pierce #werewolf #half-alien

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thecandywrites · 6 years ago

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Isthantari- The Series Part 1

And we’re back with more Jika! So, because I am super awkward, I ended the Isthantari story the way I did because I was trying to invite anyone who wanted their own date with a Jika to tell me so I could write that and @wolfofbluestardust was the first to take me up on my offer. So here we are! So this is her OC Lenora who is a pastry chef and owns her own bakery/pastry shop. And her own Jika- Jabari, who is awkward, pessimisstic and shy and Lenora is loud, bold and a hopeless romantic. Forbidden romance with a prince? Check. Sweet and fluffy overload? Check. Love at first scent? Double check. Awkwardness? QUADRUPLE CHECK. Lets do this!

And if anyone else wants one of these, message me.

Isthantari- Jabari and Lenora

“Thank you so much for doing this.” Sable thanked you as Jaxon and his brother Jabari carried in cases of the Jika fruits into your pastry shop.

“You’re welcome, I’m excited, so what do I need to do to them?” You posed curiously as you looked the fruits over curiously.

“Well they’ve already been frozen and thawed so they’ll be sweet for you so you don’t need to do much else. I’m really excited to see what you’ll be able to do with them.” Sable beamed happily as she arranged one of everything onto a long counter with a set of tools to open the fruits so that you could try them yourself, grinning when you ‘oohed’ at the different flavors as your brain kicked into overdrive as you quickly wrote out what your inspiration was telling you to do with them.

“Well give me a few days at least to play with these and see what I can do, but right off the top of my head, macaroons and cupcakes, with this as a filling or to flavor buttercream frosting.” You suggested.

“I was thinking the same thing. Well, if you can’t get a hold of me you can tell Jabari because he’s been put in charge of getting the produce to earth chefs and he’s also in charge of pricing. I can already tell you, this one will probably be pretty expensive because a giant tree only grows one seed pod, granted that pod has over a thousand seeds but you only get one pod a season. So I’m still working on trying to see if I can cross breed it to either get bigger pods or more pods per tree. But the fruit around the seed is literally the blue raspberry flavor a lot of candy has and the seed to me is a cross between a macadamia and a cashew.” Sable explained as you bit into the fruit and felt your knees go weak and ate the rest of the fruit before biting into the seed in the middle.

“I see what you mean by the macadamia nut but I’m getting hints of Brazil nut too.” You pointed out as Sable tried it again.

“Yeah, you’re right, Brazil nut. The nuts I think would be good dipped in chocolate or perhaps into a baklava or something.” Sable mused as you nodded in agreement to that and wrote that down too.

You and Sable had been friends for a long time, you had become a pastry chef and owned your own bakery but because Sable was a friend of yours and her inter-galactic and inter-species connections meant that you were usually her go-to person to see if alien foods would be palatable or be made palatable for humans and as a bonus, you were also who a lot of aliens like to come to for sweets that were for them a taste of home. And when aliens got married, you were their go to for wedding cakes in flavors that were literally other worldly, you had alien staff that helped you with flavors and styles that were even a hit with the humans.

And then you noticed it. Sable’s relationship with Jaxon and the absolutely doting way he was around her and the smitten way she acted around him.

“So…? What’s up with that?” You whispered to Sable with a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Oh, Jaxon and I are together, it’s just uh, supposed to be under the radar, you see, the Jika are controlled by a queen and “technically” speaking, she’s the only one who’s supposed to breed in the colony and will kill rivals. And...yeah, so she’s not. And let me just say, damn.” Sable giggled as her whole face blushed beet red.

“Oh?” You giggled yourself. A forbidden romance? Be still your beating heart!

“Ok so the Jika are really sensitive to smells, in particular pheromones, that’s how the queen controls the hive, just like our bees do, so anyway, so Jaxon took one whiff of me and thought I was a queen and he quickly kind of totally fell in love with me and dear god the sex is out of this world, but don’t worry, he can’t knock me up, it’s fine, but he calls me his ‘Isthantari’ which means ‘one I am devoted to for life’ and so while we have to be careful and as long as I don’t pose a threat of any kind to the actual queen and as long as I don’t attract any others, we’re fine. I just have to wear a fuck ton of deodorant and perfume. Actually Jaxon’s brothers, because Jaye started a relationship with another doctor a couple of years ago, most think that because they’re not the queen’s consorts that they’ll never find love but when Jaye and Jaxon realized that they could, their brothers are realizing they can have a life and romance outside the hive. So if you’re interested, I can try to set you up. You just, literally have to be very careful. And if they’re attracted to your scent, great, if not, don’t take it personal, more fish in the sea and all that, and one may think you’re the living end and another won’t, so it’s an individual thing too.” Sable tried to explain and warn you as Jaxon and Jabari finished getting the last of the fruits inside and you got a good look at him. He was handsome and that purple sheen to his black was quite beautiful.

“How big of a dick are we talking here?” You whispered before Sable gestured and described it and your eyes went wide but the biggest excited smile plastered on your face before she described the sex too and the royal jelly and you were beyond intrigued.

“Hell yeah sign me the fuck up,” you agreed before a plan bloomed in your head.

“Jabari right?” You repeated his name when he came back to stand next to Jaxon who was standing next to Sable, waiting further instructions as you held your hand out to shake one of his before he stepped forward and shook your hand.

“Hi, I’m Lenore, so Sable said to keep in touch with you when I have something for you guys to try, so I’ll need your phone number and email address.” You insisted before he puled a cell phone out of his, what you could only describe was an alien fanny pack because he wasn’t really wearing any other clothes and gave you his phone number and email address.

And then like a woman possessed, you spent the next three days experimenting before you created a plethora of cup cakes, macaroons and all kinds of desserts before you texted Jabari that you had things for him to try. Sable and Jaxon were delivering goods to another chef so that only Jabari could come which was perfect. You had worked up a sweat working on all this and part of you was hoping that Jabari would like your scent the way Jaxon had liked Sable’s.

“Hey, you made it, come on in,” you invited him warmly as you took him back into the kitchen where you had everything displayed on the long counter for him as your other employees manned the front counter.

You watched Jabari very carefully for his reactions, remembering that Sable had told you to watch his antennae movement as well and noticed that on most of it, his antennae were wiggling like crazy as you wrote that down. But to your chagrin, he didn’t seem to give you much of any other reactions other than simply moving down the table and continuing to eat one of each item methodically.

And you did your best to stay close to him but the closer you tried to get, the father away he tried to stay. Ok, so this one didn’t like you. Maybe he was one of the brothers that didn’t think the risk was worth it.

“Can I take this with me?” Jabari requested as he gestured to everything on the table.

“Sure. For Sable to try?” You guessed as you got a to go box and started putting the treats in it for him.

“...yes.” Jabari slowly affirms and not only takes the box but went to the front and ordered one of everything you make at the store and he leaves with a few cases of your goods.

The next day you texted Sable to see how she liked your sweets.

‘I didn’t get any.’ Sable informed you. ‘Although with Jika, when they find something they like, they inhale it, they must have been really good that he ate it all.’ She tried to assure you.

‘Well it would have been nice for him to SAY so. He wouldn’t give me so much as a hum or any thing. Not even a ‘this was good’.’ You complained.

‘Jika are really AWKWARD at first. I had no idea Jaxon liked me until three days after I met him in person. Jaxon fought with himself to keep away from me because his instincts were telling him to mate with me already and he was trying to be professional. So if he came off as stand off-ish it’s because they are usually pretty stoic. Once you get passed that, then their personality will come through.’ Sable explained. ‘Do you have what you need to make more? Because now I really want to try some.’ Sable urged.

‘Yeah, I should, give me by the end of the day today.’ You answered and right at ten minutes to close, Sable, Jaxon and Jabari returned, Jabari’s antennae were a bit droopy though and were your eyes deceiving you or was his abdomen bigger than it was yesterday?

“I’d like to apologize for making you make these again, I had a lapse in self control and ate it all.” Jabari apologized meekly.

“I’ll only forgive you if tell me your honest appraisals of everything.” You returned with a wicked curve to your grin and he perked up quite a bit at that before he just went on and on in amazing detail about every tiny little thing as Sable and Jaxon tried and really enjoyed each item as you were just suddenly overwhelmed, it was like getting the most glowing review from a food critic but in person and when he grabbed your hand to lead you out into the front to the display case as he then gave you a review of each thing, you realized, he did, eat every. Single. Thing. And you fell in love with the way he described your food because he made it sound like you had made each thing just for him and he appreciated and was deeply moved by it all and in awe of it all. You should have recorded this to write it down to actually put it into your menus. When he was done, you were almost ready to cry.

“Thank you.” You thanked him and flung your arms around him to hug him as he awkwardly hugged you back and you felt his antennae tap the back of your head gently just as the employees were closing the store.

“You’re welcome. You’re very talented.” Jabari praised as he seemed to give into the embrace and hugged you so tight it was a little hard to breathe and you noticed he’s petting your hair. You quite like it.

“Would you like to go get a drink with me?” You asked boldly as you pulled away from the embrace.

“Uh, you have drinks here?” Jabari tiled his head slightly in confusion as he gestured to your coffee bar and your fountain drink dispenser.

“No, alcoholic drinks.” Sable corrected as she came out from the back and handed you a sheet of paper with her and Jaxon’s reviews written on it and on the other side was suggestions of pairings which you folded and put into your pocket.

“Uh, can Jika…?” Jabari put to Jaxon who nodded ‘yes’ before he said something in the Jika language and it sounded encouraging.

“Sure,” Jabari confirmed and you could tell he was nervous.

“Come on.” You urged as you grabbed your things and took his hand and led him down the street to a local bar and pub that you liked to go to after a long day and you got dinner and a drink and smiled when he got the fruitiest drink they had and ate the slice of pineapple and orange that came with it.

“So how come you couldn’t tell me all that yesterday?” You posed after you placed your order.

“I needed time to compose myself and get my thoughts in order.” Jabari answered as he played with the rind of his orange nervously.

“Do I make you nervous?” You asked as you tilted your head to the side.

“No,” Jabari answered probably a little too quickly and a little too loudly.

“Really? Because your body language says otherwise.” You argued before he stopped fiddling with the rind and sat on his hands.

“It’s ok to be nervous, I don’t think any less of you if you are. But I do appreciate honesty. Just tell me and don’t leave me guessing.” You advised before a fight broke out at the bar and in a split second and faster than you could blink, you were wrapped up in his arms and he literally flew you both out of there and towards the Jika ship. You struggled until you realized how high you were and literally stopped struggling to cling to him so tightly you wrapped yourself around him even though his hold on you was pretty hard already.

“Jabari! What the fuck are you doing?!” You screamed as you looked down over the city and noticed it was...actually really pretty as that suddenly seemed to kick some sense into him and out of the instinct that had taken over him.

“Huh?” Jabari seemed to ask as he came to his senses and quickly changed direction to fly you back to the pub before he landed gently on the ground and put you down.

“Don’t move.” You ordered before you went back into the restaurant, got your food to go and came back out, paying the waitress and leaving a hefty tip, because the poor thing thought you ran out on the bill.

You came back out and practically hopped back into his arms.

“Ok, now you can go wherever you were taking me before.” You told him before he seemed to look at you a little more appreciatively and took off, his wings easily flying you through the air as his hold on you was secure as you held onto the food before he seemed to fly into a blue beam of light and in a flash, you were on the Jika ship and he was flying you through the ship as you watched on in wonder before he came to his quarters before he put you back down.

“That was really fun, just warn me the next time you want to go flying.” You gently teased as you looked around and saw what looked like a table and chair and had to hop up to sit on it and got your food out.

“So this is your place? It’s nice.” You appraised.

“Thank you.” Jabari nodded as he opened his food container and pulled up a chair and sat down and began to eat.

“So are you just naturally flighty?” You asked.

“No, Jika are fierce warriors.” Jabari countered.

“And yet half a second after the first punch was thrown you had both of us out of there and half way here already.” You argued firmly because you knew he was being protective, he just didn’t want to admit it.

“An instinct to keep you from danger kicked in and took over.” Jabari tried to explain delicately and a little dismissively but you were undeterred.

“Really? Aww, why?” You demanded with a bright smile.

“What Sable told you about Jika in my position?” Jabari returned.

“That you weren’t chosen for a royal consort and so you simply have a job to serve the hive but that you and your brothers are learning you can have a life outside the hive.” You repeated with a smug grin.

“Uh huh.” Jabari nodded.

“And that you’re affected by pheromones and that that’s the reason her and Jaxon are together because she smelled like a queen to him. So, do my pheromones do the same to you?” You asked plainly.

“Yes, and it will get both of us killed.” Jabari confessed.

“So it’s dangerous, some people really like that, the whole forbidden romance thing, that’s what sells books and movies and love songs.” You shrugged.

“It could be the downfall of the Jika as a whole, because if it’s seen as something any and all Jika can do, soon all the worker Jika could go back into incubation and have the ability to ignore the hive mind and our society and ways of doing things could cease to...” Jabari tried to argue before you grabbed his face, used your thumbs to move his mandibles out of the way to kiss him and smiled into the kiss when he kissed back and nearly climbed over the table to pull you up out of your seat to hold you as he picked you up and kissed you deeper.

“Oh fuck,” Jabari breathed as his hands pet your body which made you feel feverish because holy shit, did he taste good and this was great.

“So don’t tell the hive mind.” You managed to say between heated kisses as his bed appeared out of the floor.

“I need, I need you to tell me to stop.” Jabari pleaded desperately in a last ditch effort to save you from his imagined fate.

“Why?” You asked as you pulled away to look at him as you cocked your head to the side.

“Because if lay you down, I’m gonna mate with you and I won’t be able to stop myself at that point, right now, if you don’t want this, you have to stop me right now.” Jabari pleaded.

“Yeah I don’t want you to stop though because the forbidden romance is totally my thing and if I smell like your queen by all means, make me your queen but without actually getting us killed.” You breathed.

“Fuck, well ok then.” Jabari caved and pinned you to the bed and in lighting fast speed, he stripped you out of your clothes, which having four hands came in handy and then his cock emerged and you gasped in surprise.

“Wow, that’s huge,” you purred before you wrapped your legs around his waist and tried to align yourself onto him and when the tip touched your slit, the slightly cooling yet tingling sensation began to spread into your womanhood before you noticed a duct appear on his chest and start oozing a yellow liquid.

“What’s that?” You asked as you pointed to it.

“Royal jelly, we make it during mating,” Jabari answered as he got into position and his breath shuddered when you licked it up and to you, it tasted like a mango, passion fruit, papaya, lychee and super ripe pineapple smoothie. It was so good. You easily licked it up and had to strain your neck a little to reach the duct and closed your mouth over it and sucked it before your tongue swirled around it just as he entered you and his hips stuttered as his breath fluttered as he temporarily forgot how to function because it felt so good and you couldn’t help but moan when he filled you, no stuffed you full and you whimpered as your hips rocked into him, trying to take him as deep as you could and when he really started to move as one hand held him above you so he wouldn’t crush you but the other three arms were wrapped your chest, your waist and your rear.

“Am I hurting you at all?” Jabari asked worriedly.

“No, but if you stop now I’ll hurt you.” You insisted before you played with the duct with your tongue which practically made him come apart again as he picked up the pace as you greedily sucked down that royal jelly.

“You’re so small and you’re so soft, yet you’re fiercer and bolder than any warrior I’ve ever met.” Jabari tried to praise you as you snorted a laugh.

“Oh no, are you choking?” Jabari asked as he pulled away before you pulled him back.

“Nope, laughing. Everyone says I’m tiny yet fierce.” You grinned before you attached your mouth over the duct again and sucked hard and that only made him hump you harder which was exactly what you needed to reach orgasm and just as you were barely coming down that knot at the base was now at your entrance and was drenched in your essence and with one last good thrust it popped inside and you cried out as your lower belly really bulged but instead of pain, you only felt a slight discomfort but otherwise it was nothing but pleasure as you were pumped full as your mouth was suddenly pumped full of royal jelly too and you tried to gulp it all down.

“Fuck,” it was your turn to cuss once you finished drinking it all down but you were still basking in after glow and you felt like you had melted and had slowly started to solidify in his arms again. “Wow, that was...wow.” You tried to have a coherent thought.

“Uh huh,” Jabari nodded in agreement as he very carefully laid down on his side with you still in his arms as he tried pulling a soft blanket over both of you to make sure you didn’t get cold without your clothes on.

“So why were you so weird the other day?” You asked him.

“I was trying not to mate with you and tried to stay professional, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings by not giving you the feedback you needed at the time.” Jabari explained as he ran his fingers through your hair marveling at it.

“Hey, it’s understandable,” you chuckled before you felt his cock shrink and the knot popped out and you expelled, what to you- felt like a gallon of his cum all over the bed and when you reached down between you to touch it, you marveled at it’s holographic nature and then out of curiosity you licked your finger clean and giggled.

“My cum tastes funny?” Jabari asked in confusion.

“Your cum literally tastes minty, like sweet mint gum.” You cackled as you licked your other fingers clean.

“What?” Jabari asked as he watched you curiously.

“Your cum, it tastes like mint gum, something humans actually like and think tastes really good.” You explained.

“Oh,” Jabari blinked.

Once you both recovered, you got redressed and he literally flew you home. “So am I your Isthantari now?” you asked as he put you down on your front step with surprising precision and care.

“If you want to be.” Jabari returned.

“Hell yeah,” you beamed before you pulled him down to kiss him again.

“Goodnight Jabari, I had a lot of fun tonight, by the way, you owe me for dinner.” You teased as you playfully pat his chest.

“Oh, that’s right, uh, yeah, I’ll...take you out for another alcoholic beverage, soon. Tomorrow?” He asked.

“Tomorrow. And I want to go flying again after, so don’t drink too much, don’t want you flying while drunk.” You winked before you went into your apartment.

#exophilia #Isthantari #alien #alien boyfriend #alien love story #plus size asian reader #my first commission I really hope you like it!#reader insert #alien lemon

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headoverhiddles · 7 years ago

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Sweet, Sweet Love [Cable x Reader Smut]

Synopsis: At a wedding held on the grounds of the X-Men mansion, Wade coerces you and Nathan into a dance. Things get steamy.

Notes: Smut smut smuuut, I love Cable and am infinitely thirsty for my metal daddy. Hope you enjoy this! Features Wade x Colossus and Negasonic x Yukio.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Ellen Phimister and Yukio Kutsuna."

Wade leans over to you, dabbing at his eyes. "I think I'm gonna cry." Beating him to the punch, Colossus blows his nose beside him, blaring like a foghorn. You were also incredibly happy-- two of the most gifted mutants at the x-men mansion, Negasonic Warhead and Yukio were getting married, now that they had graduated from the school and were 22 years old.

"They are a little young, I must admit," Colossus mentions, "But whenever they look at one another, their eyes fill with sunshine..." He sniffles, and you pass him another tissue as he sobs softly into it, "Their journey into love is only just beginning." Wade pats his shoulder, and sighs.

"What a beautiful day for a wedding. Sun's out, nobody I hate severely is here, there's no shitty criminals to fucking obliterate, the local petting zoo just got a litter of baby alpacas so there's that--"

"Hey! Asshole!" Neg shouts into the crowd, turning away from her soon to be wife, "Can you shut the fuck up for a second so I can get married?!"

Yukio giggles, and Wade waves. "I'm so proud of you sweetie!"

"As am I," Colossus nods, and Neg just rolls her eyes, ignoring them. You're half listening to Wade ranting about alpacas as your eyes drift a few rows up, to where Nathan's sitting. Nathan Summers, or Cable, had moved into the mansion a few years ago after accompanying Wade and the group back after a mission. They had come back with a kid named Russell, who was now an enthusiastic student here at the mansion.

Nathan, while a significant number of years your superior, was in Wade's inner circle, which is how you had come to get to know him. He was a gruff guy at first, but after a little time together, he had shown his vulnerabilities, his soft side, and best of all-- his sense of humour, one that closely resembled Wade's. Over the course of fighting on missions together, sharing close quarters on the way to them, chatting, living in the same mansion, you had come to appreciate not only his sensitivity, but his good looks.

If you were being honest with yourself, you would have fucked Cable years ago. His rippling muscles, strong jaw, sexy silver and black hair, all contributed to the many nights you had spent awake and horny. Wade had dropped in one night while you had been having a little "me" time, whispering Cable's name. Wade was the least opportune person to have done that.

"(y/n) I was going over your super suit, and I was thinking about the functionality. I came to the conclusion that it's fucking usel-- oh. Oh, I see. Masturbation night, is it?"

"Wade, get the fuck out."

"Was that Cable's name you were whispering just now?"

"No!"

"Well dick me down and call me Henry, you're horny for Cable."

"Wade, I swear to god--"

"His penis is half metal, you know!"

"Jesus C--"

"Actually that was a vicious lie, it's 10 inches of solid man meat, (y/n), you're gonna love it--"

"Wadegetoutofmyroomrightfuckingnowandletmefinish."

You and Wade went way back. Despite his annoying personality and testing mouth, you two used to be a close couple. When you had split, there had been no hard feelings between the two of you-- Wade may be a lot of things, but you had to give credit where it's due. He was incredibly respectful, never crossing any boundaries or throwing himself at your feet to take him back. You had remained great friends... and Wade had never forgotten your damn crush on Nathan Summers.

Suddenly, there's an uproar of applause, and you come out of your dream state, clapping along. The two young women kiss at the front, and soon, the reception begins.

The newlyweds approach, and Wade waves. "Hi Yukio."

"Hi Wade!"

You hug the two, and smile. "That was a beautiful service, guys. I'm so happy for you." They smile in thanks, and Wade pinches Neg's cheek. She begrudgingly allows it, just this once.

As Colossus talks to both of them about their plans for living arrangements, Wade turns to you, and catches your eye. He tilts his head, and you raise your eyebrows at him in question. He jerks his head to the right, where you follow his gaze over to Nathan, who's slicking back his hair casually by the refreshments table. You look back to your ex, who's delightedly fanning himself as if to express how fucking hot Nathan looks today. Like you needed him to tell you that.

The reception begins to really take off once the music starts. They hired a really good DJ, and everyone's out and mingling under the tents set up on the green courtyards of the mansion. You stand by a table, taking in the scene.

"So. Some wedding, huh?" You look beside you, and see Nathan standing there. He hands you a drink, and you accept it with a lopsided smile.

"Oh yeah. They're a cute couple."

"Seriously, they are." You chance a glance up at him, and bite your lip. He really does look good today, especially squinting from the sun. Nathan looks down at you, and smiles slightly. "You look really nice, (y/n)."

"I do?" you smirk, "Well that's a confidence booster."

"You always look good." You take a sharp breath at this, and Nathan obviously realizes what he said, opening his mouth and stammering. "I, uh... sorry, that was--"

Saving him from a shy and awkward moment, the mic is commandeered at the front of the tent.

"Afternoon, everyone. I will be taking over as your DJ for the rest of this event-- I ran the other guy through with the cake knife and dumped his stab-riddled body into the fountain!" Wade laughs loudly, and when no one joins in, he nods. "Okay. Tough crowd. I didn't actually kill him, he's just out cold. Very cold. I put him in the meat freezer, yeah."

Nathan groans, and you chuckle into your fist.

"Anywho, I really just wanted an excuse to play this early 2000s hit that pre-teens used as their rebellious I'm Listening To A Song About Sex song, a song that is guaran-fucking-teed to bring together two people who should definitely use this opportunity to screw each other's brains out-- you know who you are-- "Tonight I'm Fucking You" by Enrique Inglesias." As you debate whether or not he's talking about you, Colossus walks over, whispering something in his ear. "Excuse me, I was just informed by my meddling-- metal-ling, hah, puns-- boyfriend that I really shouldn't say fucking at a wedding, so this next song is called Tonight, I will be making Sweet, Sweet Love To You, which I think is beautiful." Colossus gives a smile and a small nod of approval, and Wade starts the music.

You wait for a 'god, I hate this song' out of Nathan, but surprisingly, he stays silent. He even begins tapping his hand against his thigh, and smiles a little, unable to resist.

"Good song," you comment.

"Yeah." After a few bars of music, he turns. "What the hell. Care to dance?"

You're surprised, but relieved. You had been debating asking him as well. He takes you out to the middle of the reception floor through the other couples, and Neg and Yukio watch you two start to dance together, giving you approving looks.

"It is getting hot and heavy on the dance floor folks, the pheromones are raging, you can SMELL the SEX!" Wade commentates, and you look over, making a slicing motion. He holds his hands up in assurance, and nods, placing the mic down.

"I didn't know you could dance this well," you smirk, dancing over close to Nathan.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me."

"Oh yeah?" you tease, "Like what?"

"Like... I used to be a soldier in my time, my favourite colour is forest green, and my favourite movie is Crazy Stupid Love."

"Three years I've been living with you, and I don't even know your favourite movie?" you gasp, "Where have I been?"

"Where have you been?" he asks, playful smile on his lips as his eyes rake over your body, and your breath leaves your lungs.

Here's a situation, been through every nation, nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do

You know my motivation, given my reputation, please excuse me I don't mean to be rude

But tonight I'm fucking you

Nathan takes your arms, and pulls you close to him, encouraging you to grind. You do, face inches apart, and he suddenly spins you so that he's behind you. You can feel him against your ass, his hard on pressing into you. You grind down against it, and you hear him grunt softly.

You turn back around, looping his arms around your waist as you loop yours around his neck. He's absolutely enthralled by your eyes, but as the next verse of the song starts, you dance away from him, swinging your hips. He blinks, biting his lips and undressing you with his eyes. Who knew a wedding reception could make two people so horny?

As the next chorus plays and the rap begins, things are getting fun. When Ludacris says, “You got that body that make me wanna get up on the floor just to see you dance,” Nathan looks you up and down with a suggestive smirk. During the next line, 'I love the way you shake that ass, turn around and lemme see them pants,' you point both fingers at Nathan, who turns around and shakes his ass for you. You both giggle, and as the last chorus plays, he picks you up, your legs hooking around his torso as he supports you. You look into his eyes and down at his lips, his hot breath on your face. You can still feel him, hard in his pants, and one hand on your back is reaching further and further down...

The song ends, leaving you two breathless and a little dazed at what just transpired. Finally, the culmination of three years of sexual tension, and all from a stupid old song. Wade comes back on the mic.

"Well! My, my, steamy. It is a wedding, so it'd be a bit of a disappointment if the married couple are the only ones that fuck tonight." Colossus slams a hand into his forehead, and Wade gasps softly. "Oh, did I do it again? Baby, I'm sorry." He turns back, and sees you two finally together, sighing happily. "Isn't it funny that I've fucked both of you guys? You're both bombshells in bed, sparks are gonna fly tonight."

"I never fucked you," Nathan frowns.

"Oh stoppit, you silver fox you."

"I never want to fuck you either."

"Look at my dirty, naughty little ex lover, so lovestruck with (y/n) that he doesn't even know what he's saying."

Nathan gives Wade the middle finger and blows a kiss to him with it as he takes your hand, and Wade makes a show of catching it. Nathan then pulls you to the side, and catches his breath. "(y/n). All that..." You wait for him to disregard it all, and hold your breath. "...do you want that?"

You look up at him. "You mean... do I want you?"

You swear you see a blush on his face, and he nods slowly. "Because it's fine if that was just for fun, I totally understand..."

"You think I'd lead you on like that?" You smirk, pulling his face down to your level. "Nathan, look at me." He does, nervously. "I've wanted you since you stepped foot in the mansion all those years ago. Now fuck me like you mean it." His eyes widen, and he takes you by the hand, leading you away from the tents.

"And away they go, it's copulating time!" Wade grins, and Colossus finally takes the mic with a scowl, shooing him away and urging him to go wake up that poor DJ.

"Forgive my boyfriend, he has a little attitude."

"That's a big fucking attitude to you!" Wade calls.

"Now that that lovely song is finished, I will bring this back to what today is all about... the brides, Ellie and Yukio." As Colossus gives a weepy speech about watching Neg grow from a plucky young warhead into a blossoming woman, you hurry inside the mansion with Nathan, who looks ready to rip your clothes off with his teeth.

You finally get to his room, and topple back onto his forest green bedsheets.

"All this time..." he breathes against your skin, "I could've been making you scream for me... and I didn't even know you wanted me back." You moan, toes curling as he pulls up your dress and massages your thighs open. "Did you think about this?" You nod feverishly as he continues. "Did you think about all the dirty shit I'd do to you once I found out how badly you wanted my cock?"

"Oh god," you gasp, pussy already aching for him, "It's all I thought of when I was around you. It was unbearable. You made me touch myself, dream about you..."

"Really," he hums, deep voice sending chills through you. "Go ahead then, sweetheart. Touch yourself." Your breath hitches, and you watch his gaze fall down to your panties, which are soaked through. He can tell, and he nods to them, so you slide them down, and dip a single finger in.

"Go ahead, be generous," he muses, watching closely, "I know you want more. Go on." A smile spreads as you add two more fingers, and begin to work them in and out, stretching and curving them inside of you as you imagine it's Nathan's cock. "Nice," he comments, beginning to take off his pants, "So nice."

You can't help it. You take your hand out, and crawl over to him, finishing his zipper and pulling his pants down. You then take down his boxers, and stare hungrily down at his hard cock, which he's since tucked up against his stomach. "You want it?" he asks, brushing some hair from your face. You nod, licking your lips. "It's all yours."

You breathe out shakily, and waste no time in ducking down, bringing your lips down over him and sucking. He groans, threading his rough fingers through your hair and softly stroking your scalp as you suck and lick the underside of his dick.

"That's gorgeous, (y/n)... everything I fuckin dreamed you'd be..." He gets that little blush again after admitting he'd been dreaming about you, but you just smile and keep deep throating him, holding his hips. As you work him, he brings his hands down to your legs, and parts them, starting to rub your clit. You moan around him, and his breath increases.

"Yeah," he mumbles, and you feel him insert two fingers into your cunt, pumping them in with purpose. He seems to know all the right spots-- soon, you're shaking and begging to come. He adds one more finger and sits you up a little more, sliding even deeper, and you suddenly come hard, moaning his name. He nudges you off his cock, and lays you down flat. He lifts your leg up to hook around him, and stares down at your naked, heaving body with an almost insecure gaze. "You're sure?"

"Very," you nod with an encouraging smile, and he smiles back, positioning himself and entering you. Your eyes roll back-- he's so big, Wade really didn't lie about it (though how exactly did he... no, not even gonna wonder.) "God, Nate, fuck me..."

He begins to pound a little harder, his balls slapping your ass as your moans grow more needy and loud. He brings the hand that isn't holding your leg up to your breast, and begins to roll it gently, taking his time to make you feel special. He kisses up your neck, across your collarbone, and finally his lips land on yours, gently kissing and pulling away, kissing and swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, repeating. His stubble scratches just right.

"Nathan, please... oh, daddy!"

Unphased by the name, he kisses you softly again. "I've got you, sweetheart," he mumbles against your lips, his strong arms encapsulating you, "Never let you go." You sigh, clutching onto his back and into his hair as you feel your second orgasm approach.

"I'm getting there," you breathe, and he nods, picking up his pace as he knows he can now. He begins to fuck you like he really means it, hammering into you so hard the bed begins to creak and hit the wall. Both of you become louder, until he's growling your name, eyes screwed shut and cock slamming you.

"O-open," you say, tilting his chin, "Open your eyes..." He does, and the intensity of your gazes and years of pent up sexual frustration releases in a single moment as you both pant each other's names and come. A few seconds go by, and he slumps on his forearms overtop of you, weight threatening to give out. He then rolls over, and you lay there too, both of you staring up at the ceiling.

"Do you want to--"

"Can I--?"

You both laugh, and just sort of fit yourselves together to snuggle, his arm wrapping around your body to keep you close.

"That was really fucking hot," you breathe, "Whew."

"It was," Nathan agrees breathlessly, "Fuck, you're sexy."

You giggle into his chest. "Sexy enough for round two?"

"Hell yes." He kisses you, feeling a hand up your ass, and pulls away when he sees your pensive expression. "What is it?"

You feign a sigh, and look toward the window, where the sun is setting on the perfect wedding day. "I'm just a little disappointed is all."

"What?" he sits up a little, worriedly looking at you. "Was it something I did? We can work on getting it right, what's--"

"No," you interrupt, "No no, the sex was amazing, I just thought your dick was gonna be half metal. Would've been quite the sight."

Nathan stares at you, and narrows his eyes with a menacing smile. "Wade told you that, didn't he?"

"Oh yes he did."

"That yappy fuck--" You roll over to straddle him, and cup his face as you kiss him into silence.

The next day, you two are walking around the mansion together.

“So, did you two sugarbears fuck?”

You both roll your eyes, and turn to see Wade sitting on the couch next to his boyfriend with his face buried in a newspaper.

“That is a very personal question,” Colossus whispers.

“Hey Wade,” Nathan interrupts, and Wade looks up, expecting a “fuck you” or a glare, but Nathan just gives a gentle smile. “As a matter of fact, we did.” He winks at you, and you grin at Wade and fan yourself as Nate takes your hand in his.

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robininthelabyrinth · 7 years ago

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Fic: Shooting Star (Ao3 link) - Chapter 3: Doomworld

Fandom: Flash, Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

For Coldwave Week: Doomworld - @coldwaveevents

Summary: “So, Mr. Rory,” Sara Lance, leader of the Legends, asks, leaning across the desk. “Tell me. Why do you want to join the Legends and be a hero?”

Mick really hopes he doesn’t screw up this interview - it could be his last chance of becoming a real superhero.

(You see, he has this little complication involving this one supervillain…)

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"So," Ray says. "Uh. What now?"

Everyone turns to look at Mick.

"I have no idea," he says crossly. "Leave me alone."

"You usually have the most insight into what Len's up to," Zari points out.

"I'm also still a hero," Mick says, more than a little testily. "So no. I have no idea what he's up to. Or what he was thinking. Or how every single hero group on the planet still managed to absolutely fail at stopping the Legion of Doom from getting their hands on the Spear of Destiny and re-writing reality into a dystopic Doomworld where they're in charge of everything. And absolutely none of that lack of knowledge is going to keep me from strangling him about it when I find him!"

"Probably why he hasn't shown his face since the change," Sara says wisely. "Waiting for you to cool down."

"It's not exactly like him, though," Amaya demurs. "Len's usually a really down-to-earth sort of villain, flair for the dramatic aside. This is really out of character."

"I know it's not like him," Mick says through gritted teeth. "That's why I'm gonna strangle him."

"Domestic violence is wrong, Mick," Sara says.

"In this instance?!"

"Hmm. Point. I will totally let you get in a few punches as long as I get one too," she offers.

Mick grumbles but agrees. Len doesn't actually take being beaten up by heroes when he deserves it personally, after all. "I really don't know what he's thinking this time," he adds gloomily. "He hates world-conquering plans, he thinks all-powerful magical trinkets are cheat codes for losers, and he's normally the first guy to tip off the good guys that something like this is going down."

"Maybe he didn't know about it?" Ray suggests.

Mick snorts. "His membership in the Henchmen and Minion League hasn't been revoked, as far as I'm aware. No way anyone got this far without him knowing."

"Then why..?"

"I don't know! He won't answer any of the usual numbers, and it's been over twelve hours of Alternate World and he hasn't so much as shown his face yet!"

Zari nudges Mick's shoulder gently with her own. "Hey," she says, immediately getting the real problem he's been having, which is not exactly the same problem everyone else has been having. "Don't worry about him, okay?"

"I'm not worried," Mick grumbles.

That's a lie.

He's worried.

Normally, anytime any big battle goes down that the Legends are even remotely involved in, Len can be guaranteed to show up within six hours, usually less, to check on his favorite team.

"He's fine," Zari insists. "He's Leonard Snart, Mick. One of the five co-rulers of Doomworld. He literally helped create this world."

"Yeah, sure. All the more reasons for one of his co-rulers to want to knock him off so they can be the only ones in charge..."

"Go back to being angry," Amaya suggests. "We haven't seen any indication that anything has happened to him, and you know the other villains wouldn't be able to keep from boasting about it if they did do something."

"Hm. Point.

"That means he's fine. And that, in turn, means that he'll have to show his face sometime."

"Does he?" Mick asks glumly. "He owns a fifth of the world now; I'm sure that'll keep him busy."

"Too busy for you, Mick?" Sara says skeptically. "Not really likely."

"More like 'never'," Ray agrees.

Mick shrugs. He admits it's unlikely, given Len's track record, but then again, so is Doomworld itself.

He doesn't like it when Len goes out of character.

Certainly not without some justification like mind-control or new-villain pheromones, and there's been no indication of anything like that.

"Personally, I'm just really happy we're immune to all the Doomworld changes," Nate says.

"Nate," Amaya says gently. "We're not immune."

"Wait. We're not?"

"Nope," Zari says. "Len just let us keep our memories of the original timeline. Possibly without telling any of his co-rulers about it."

"He did? Huh. One point in the 'he has a secret plan' column."

Ray obediently adds a point to the chart they have going on the whiteboard Gideon created for them when they first realized that the Waverider was grounded until repairs could be made. The time drive is totally dead, without any hope of recovery, so at this point they just want to have the air support. Not to mention wanting to avoid notice from the other people in Doomworld any more than they already have...

The other columns in the chart (titled "Why Would Leonard Snart Do?") are "he's gone crazy", "he was tricked into it", and "he's going to literally give the world to Mick on a platter because he couldn't think of a good enough gift to pay him back for that Diana thing".

(Mick objected strenuously to the inclusion of that last one, but got overruled.)

"Wait, if we're not immune," Nate says, "what are we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what do we do? Is there an evil Wikipedia saying what our jobs are in this universe?"

"Good question," Sara says. "Zari, could you -"

"Already checked," Zari says. "We're officially part of the Enforcers of the New Regime, actually."

"We are?!"

"Officially. Unofficially, we're Len's pet superhero team."

"That doesn't actually seem all that different from how it normally is," Ray says thoughtfully. "In our regular universe, I mean. Without the whole 'Enforcer' bit, but still."

"It's - actually not, sad to say, except for the part where we're all part of the ruling class of a dystopia and have absolute control over about 99% of the population, which has to fulfill our every request."

Silence for a few long minutes.

"Which we will not be exploiting," Sara says, sounding very tempted. "Because we're heroes and that would be bad."

"So much free coffee," Ray says, his eyes dreamy. "So much."

"...not what I was thinking, but you know what, sure, we can demand free coffee."

"Sara!"

"We have to exploit the system somehow or they might get suspicious of us," Sara sniffs.

"They'll be suspicious anyway," Amaya mutters.

"Hey, if we're Enforcers, why don't we get the sexy leather get-ups the rest of them have?" Nate wants to know.

"Because unlike the rest of them, we haven't been brainwashed," Sara points out. "Which I for one approve of."

"We should still get cool outfits."

"I'll have Gideon make you a leather outfit, okay? We'll probably need it to infiltrate somewhere eventually anyway."

"Good," Nate says, pleased. "I volunteer for that mission."

"Of course you do."

"Wait," Ray says, "are all of the other superhero teams incapacitated?"

"Uh, yeah, as far as I can tell," Zari says. "The only ones still at large are deliberately weakened so that they can be hunted down at the leisure of their respective villains. Why?"

"So what you're telling me is that the Legends are the only hero team left available to fight a world-destroying event? Like, this is our big chance," Ray says, rocking up and down in excitement. "This is our save-the-day, enter-the-big-hero-leagues moment!"

"Huh, yeah," Sara says, already looking vaguely haunted by the responsibility. "Hadn't thought of it that way, but I guess you're right."

"That bastard!" Mick suddenly roars.

They all look at him.

Mick, scowling, grabs the pen from Ray and puts a check in the "world to Mick on a platter" column.

Then he crosses out the word "world" and adds in "opportunity to be a real hero" instead.

Silence for a few long moments.

"You have got to be kidding me," Sara says flatly.

"It is the one thing he's always wanted to be able to give Mick," Amaya muses.

"I'm going to find him," Mick says. "And when I find him..."

"Never mind that," Ray says. "Let's go save the world!"

When reality is returned to normal, Len is given a very long talk about not using reality-altering devices to create what is essentially an Escape Room-style puzzle for the pleasure and glory of his significant other and his friends (from Mick and the other Legends), not playing with his fellow villains' dreams of world-conquering like that (from Lex), and about the fact that this whole gift-escalating thing really needs to stop (Sara called Diana in for that one).

Len responds by proposing marriage to Mick, being as that's the only way he can think of to permanently one-up him.

(He claims that once they're a single unit and Mick is permanently locked down, Mick's amazing gift-giving ability won't make him so frantic to pay him back.)

Mick says yes, but claims loudly that he's only doing it in order to write a pre-emptive restriction of crazy plans clause into their marriage vows.

(No one believes him.)

Their marriage is the biggest social event of the year for heroes and villains both. It goes remarkably well, or at least it does after they all end up teaming up to take down the locust-aliens horde from Earth-ABC.

After all, if there's one thing heroes and villains can agree on, it's that it's one thing to crash a wedding and a totally different thing to try to eat all the food.

Len swears he didn't set it up deliberately so that everyone would have a nice, entertaining fight to get out their hostility before the reception, the food for which was stashed in a totally different place.

Mick, having seen the early drafts of the program for the wedding, doesn't even pretend to believe him.

(Neither does anyone else.)

#dccoldwave #coldwaveweek2018 #mick rory #team legends #leonard snart #my fic

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ghost-chance · 7 years ago

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A New Lease on Life - 4: The Truth

A quick note: the book Dark of the Moon is an obscure poetry volume but it's very much worth the read. The poem Amber reads aloud in this chapter is from that very book; 'The Eye' by Donald Wandrei is found on pages 381 and 382 with several other of his sonnets. Secondly: Occasional short, graphic present tense passages in italics denote intrusive memories; intrusive memories can be very overwhelming when they occur, and in my own experience, the memories they show are often exaggerated and warped, and sometimes even worse than what actually happened. This chapter dedicated to everyone reading, following, and fav'ing this story—especially ImpartingAbyss, for reviewing and just being hilarious!Trigger Warnings: Grossness, Intrusive memories, disturbing, graphic imagery, panic attacks, religious references, violent death.

Suggested Listening: Coldplay, "Fix You," Breaking Benjamin, "Fade Away"

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4: The Truth

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‘Great, Amber,' she thought to herself as she hung face-first over the stream of running wastewater, hacking up a meal she didn't remember eating. 'Ya didn't cowk- all over Don's shell, but ya barely missed'is feet. Yer just too hot fer ya own good, ain'tcha?'- She spat once more, swiping a used tissue across her lips; hopefully, the other two hadn't seen her yank it out of her shirt. It's awkward enough getting caught using a bra for a pocket, but when you're clearly braless, people start wondering where you stashed whatever you just pulled out…and handy as boob-pockets were, it wasn't something she was ready to admit.

"S-Sorry," she said hoarsely. "I don't do so well with heights…just gimme a sec." Heat flooded her cheeks at the small metal canteen held at her eye level. "Thanks." She gratefully rinsed her mouth out and snapped the topper back on. "I'll wash that later—there anythin' you DON'T have in that bag'a yers?"

"The sink," he answered simply. Once her stomach settled, the blindfold went back on and she was lifted up over his shoulder again, thanking her lucky stars she couldn't see how high up she was. Not long after, her ears were assaulted by the screech of a rusty hinge; she felt her carrier tense.

"Better oil that," Leo said simply.

"As soon as this is resolved," Donnie replied lowly. "'Til then, it can wait." The shoulder Amber rested on slouched; she knew without a doubt what was going through his mind and it was unpleasantly familiar. Without Donatello, the lair would fall apart—the family would fall apart. As much as they depended on him, though, the others tended to take him for granted without even realizing it. It always broke her heart to see it before, knowing all-too-well just how it felt, and now it was even more distressing. She couldn't say anything, though. After all, she already proved that she knew more than she should, and would only be more suspicious. A gentle squeeze of his other shoulder conveyed what words could not, but sent a worrisome shiver through him.

"What is going on here?" a slightly raspy voice burst out. "Boys, why have you brought a stranger into our midst?!" Leonardo hurried to greet their father and master.

"We had no other choice, Master," He explained hurriedly. "The alarms were set off by this woman—she almost froze to death down here! We took her to April's, but…" He winced, trailing off.

"Casey disagreed," Donnie finished dryly. "From the tantrum he's throwing, you'd think she insulted his mother." Amber shrunk into the warm shoulder, certain she was in some serious trouble...even though she hadn't insulted any mothers lately. How could she have followed them home? How could she have believed they could bring her back to the Lair with them without trouble from Splinter? The Canon versions of him always struck her as crotchety but wise rather than prone to pointless anger but the idea of angering the aged Rat gave her chills. And Raphael…Casey had insisted that he and Raph had 'busted' Kimber repeatedly; she'd have no ally in Raph, she was sure of it, and that knowledge made her feel bitter.

"We did blindfold her, see?" The nervous reminder - Leo's attempt at placating Splinter's worries - drove Amber to blush.

She cringed behind the purple fabric blocking her vision. They blindfolded her alright—with a slightly ratty purple kerchief from Donnie's trouser pockets. Her lungs were too flooded with his familiar - and mouth-watering - scent (coffee, clean grease, a faint hint of spice, and clean sweat) to notice the sewer funk, but she'd been forced to take drastic measures to stifle her body's reaction to the combination. By the time they reached the lair, she'd mentally replayed the most bizarre songs she could think of - Time Warp, Feed My Frankenstein, Ballroom Blitz, nothing was overlooked.* As hard as she focused on distracting herself by methodically dissecting every possible meaning of every lyric, she never noticed the ninjas' breaths growing more and more shallow by the moment.

Soft grumbling from the woman still slouched over Donnie's shoulder made the brothers meet eyes in an awkward wince. To the average human, the woman's scent wouldn't have registered, but they were more than human - to them, the sudden flood of pheromones was stifling, and it seemed to only strengthen.

"Bring her here," Splinter conceded wearily, settling himself at the low table in his room. Donatello followed, easing Amber to the floor as Leo went about boiling water for tea. With a gentle tug of fabric, the barrier was gone from Amber's eyes, taking with it the delightful aroma that had driven her mad. She remained silent, head bowed and eyes closed as Donnie excused himself to the lab, leaving the door parted behind him. "We're no savages, Child, you needn't hide your eyes."

"S-Sorry," she mumbled shyly, glancing furtively up at the being on the other side of the table. "I'm not afraid of you…just—well, nervous an' sorry for getting your sons in trouble." His whiskers twitched in a suppressed smile as he recognized her odd speech from his stories; she spoke with what he interpreted as a Midwestern twang that bordered on Southern drawl, but it seemed off somehow - warped in some places and some pronunciations were forced, as though the strange woman was mimicking something foreign. He saw no threat in her posture or behavior, though, and decided to overlook the odd woman's speech quirk.

"Well, this changes things," he answered seriously. "I had no idea you forced my boys to bring you here against their own good judgment. How could an unarmed woman not much taller than myself accomplish such a feat?"

"What?" she objected frantically, finally looking up to fully meet his eyes. She was visibly horrified - good, maybe she wasn't a threat. "No, I di'n't- do any of that—I never asked'em- to bring me here! They…well, I've got nowhere else to go, an'—"

"Then you are not directly responsible for them bringing you here?" She chewed her lip a moment, staring through the lacquered wood. "Taking responsibility for others' actions is an injustice to you and a disservice to them. I am wary of their bringing a stranger home, you must understand, but we mean you no harm." Amber hesitantly met his dark eyes over the gunmetal rims of her glasses.

"Yes, Sir." At that moment, Leonardo arrived bearing a wooden tray laden with cups and a small steaming teapot; tears pricked Amber's eyes at the familiar scent wafting up the spout. "Oolong," she choked out without considering how random the comment would seem.

"Miss O'Brien?" Leo asked warily. "Is something wrong?" She shook her head, smiling weakly.

"No...uh...Leonardo. It's just—I'm just weird, I guess. All the things I could miss from my old life, an' I miss tea. Sunrise coffee, lightnin' bugs at dusk, wadin' in the crick in summer, warm dirt underfoot an' the mornin' fog—nope, I miss tea."

"Sometimes things that seem trivial can mean the most to us," Splinter admitted solemnly as Leo excused himself from the room. "I am called Splinter, Child; you have already met my eldest, Leonardo, and my second eldest, Donatello; I'm sure you'll meet my other second eldest Raphael, and their younger brother Michelangelo, before the night is out. Your name is O'Brien, yes?" She stared a hole through the bottom of the teacup, soaking in the sweet perfume rising from it.

"Yeah," she answered softly. "My name's Amber O'Brien, that much I know's- true, but I don't have many answers…at least not that I can get out. Casey seems convinced I'm someone by the name of Kimber Bryant, but I'm not—I'm just stuck in her body, as crazy as that sounds." She winced; it did sound crazy...it also sounded sexual, proof that even in this life, she was cursed to be gutter-brained. "I'll gladly answer any questions you have—if I can get the words out, at least. I can't—"

A low grating sound above drew her attention - a raspy rumble halfway between overfilled coffee grinder and rapidly approaching coal train. She fought the panic rising in her chest but scanned deliriously for the demon she knew would arrive any moment to take her away…again. Familiar, horrifying images fought their way to the forefront of her mind, manifesting with alarming ease. "I…"

Crushed foundations stained with blood. Toppled buildings groan in the night. A battered doll hangs in a stripped tree like a grotesque scarecrow.

"I can't—"

Circling buzzards stalk the ruins of a farmhouse. Flies gather on a dark stain in the mangled turf. Faded white curtains dangle from an empty window like a flag of surrender. Wind howls through trees stripped bare—

"Puh-Please!" she cried, curling into a ball. "M—Make it stop! I can't—can't make it—"

"DONATELLO!" The sudden shout from Splinter's rooms wrenched the genius from his daze; had he really missed dinner while staring through the recovered security footage? "HURRY!" The panic in his father's voice sent him barreling toward the source, only to freeze in the doorway of Splinter's room in disbelief.

Amber lay curled on the floor in a ball, her hands clasped over her neck, shaking violently. Even without his goggles in place, he recognized what was happening. Blood pressure elevated, pulse rate rising, breathing rapid and irregular, drop in blood oxygen levels imminent… Between her raspy breaths and choked sobs troubling words leaked through, hinting at what she clearly couldn't tell them. Blood. Wind. Glass. Hurt. Storm. Dead. Aaron. School. Book…Donnie shook himself out of his stupor, rushing to his father's side and skidding onto his knees.

"She's having a panic attack!" he explained frantically as he pulled her away from the broken china cup on the floor - the teacup she was given clearly suffered in the panic. "How'd I not see it before?! We've gotta—" At the sudden weight on his legs, all thought fled his mind. His eyes dropped to the shaking body huddled against him, the head buried in his armored chest, and the two low pigtails brushing against his side. He turned in dismay to his father; Splinter nodded gravely, hastily lighting some incense at the table. Donnie forced back his nervousness to focus on monitoring Amber's vital signs and ignoring the unnaturally red hair whispering across his skin.

The first thing to manifest in Amber's mind was warmth; the second was a strangely familiar aroma of coffee and clean grease, and the pungent, smoky perfume of burning incense. A strong hand rubbed slow, calming patterns on her back while another held her close to something warm and smooth, fingertips poised carefully on her neck.

Out of the darkness, a low humming broke through—soft, slow murmurs from another lifetime promised patience and understanding—promised to fix her broken soul.** Last of all, a dusky brown came into view as the memories faded from her mind's eye. That was a familiar brown, she realized fearfully. A glance upward revealed the truth, and two concerned hazel eyes fixed on hers; the humming stopped.

HOW did she wind up in Donatello's LAP?! "Eheh…Hi?" she attempted. Though the worry never left his eyes, he cracked a weak smile.

"Hi." She glanced awkwardly from the turtle still rubbing her back to Splinter.

"How'd I get here? Please tell me I didn't jus' crawl into his lap." Neither answered, triggering a deep blush. Yup...she just crawled into his lap - didn't even buy'im a drink first. Splinter scrutinized her silently a moment, then momentarily locked eyes with his son.

"Your soul has some very deep scars, Miss O'Brien," Splinter murmured softly as he gathered the shattered china - regretful of the loss, but not condemning the cause. "Scars that are too tender for inspection, much less display. If you are willing, though, I may know of a way to see your past without forcing you to speak it. Would you care to try?"

Amber thought long and hard, still flustered at being seated across Donnie's very warm, very comfortable lap—a lap she had no memory of invading. Search though she did, though, she still came up with the same answer. "If it'd clear my name an' prove that you have nothin' to fear from me? I'd do just about anything."

"What's going on, Bruh?" Mikey whispered. Leo shushed him as Raphael lumbered over. The three of them peered warily into Splinter's room where he and Amber sat back to back, silent and still, clearly in deep meditation.

"Sensei's trying to see her past," Donatello answered gravely as he joined them. "Talking about it sends her into a panic attack; he's hoping that deep meditation will reveal what she can't, in the Astral Plane."

"Wow, she knows how to meditate?" Mikey eyed her warily. "Maybe she's a ninja—or a Jedi! OW!" he exclaimed at Raph's brain-duster.

"She's knocked out, Mikey," Donnie answered dryly. "I had to sedate her…again. From what I understand, the last train that passed over triggered a panic attack...just like we saw in the Station."

"What made her afraid of the subway?" Mikey asked dubiously as they watched their sensei at work.

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Another time, another life, another world

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The two people in the front seat seemed to have not a care in the world, Splinter mused. He didn't quite care for the music they were blaring, but they were obviously very happy. What he couldn't quite understand was why he was in their backseat, and where Amber was in this memory.

"Shaddup,- O'Brien!" the blond man grinned as he skipped another track. "Ozzy could kick Sinatra's ass any day of the week!" The woman in the driver's seat grinned widely, swatting his hand away from the stereo.

"Willis," she shot back. "There's more to life than who kin- kick whose arse—an' Sinatra's not that bad! His music's got a great—"

"Rammstein!" Aaron interrupted loudly, yanking a massive CD binder from under his seat and digging through it like a man possessed. "O'Brien, please tell me you've got some Rammstein in here. All this culture's gonna make me puke."

"Yer gonna make me puke." Splinter studied the driver intently; he couldn't believe it! He'd heard that voice, that awkward accent before—it was the voice and accent of Amber O'Brien, whose memories he was currently experiencing. This woman looked nothing like the Amber he'd met, though…this woman had to be at least two hundred pounds and several years older, and both warm brown braids were liberally streaked with grey. "You do realize 90% of Rammstein's music is just foul language and banging, right? Ya won't find any'a that crap in my car."

"Picky. So, word is they're gonna make a new TMNT movie soon!" Aaron piped up; the car swerved sharply and she grinned over at him excitedly.

"Yes! Omigosh, yes! When?!" Aaron burst out laughing.

"Psych!" he cackled. "Oh, the look on your face—was Donatello wearin' pants again?" Her entire face red as a beet, she whacked him in the shoulder.

"Screw you, Willis. Why did I ever tell you about that dream? I mean, seriously?" 'That Dream...' As though she hadn't dreamt of that Donnie for years, his refractive hazel eyes, his shy, gap-toothed smile, his permanent slouch...Damn. Hello, Gutter. "Ugh," she groaned reaching down to rub her right knee. "I can't wait to git out'a- this car—my knees're- killin' me."

"I'd say that'd teach ya to jump in front of a bus, but it prob'ly wouldn't."

"Dumbarse, Fer the las' time, I didn't jump in front of a bus. Some damn idjit- ran a red light an' hit me in the crosswalk. Startin' to think I preferred ya hungover—at least ya were quiet."

They had to be driving through a war zone, Splinter thought sorrowfully. What else could have turned the small town into such a disaster area? Trees were ripped up, buildings crushed, even the very pavement the car drove on was gouged and crumbled in places. Amber, hadn't spoken since they crossed the city limits and stared fearfully around her searching for landmarks that no longer existed. By the time they reached the remains of her home, it became abundantly clear to the unseen passenger: somehow, despite the drastically different appearances, he had indeed found Amber O'Brien.

From atop a pile of provisions, Splinter watched Amber and Aaron. The Town Hall's basement, though touted as a Fallout Shelter, was never meant for so many people and conditions were ridiculously crowded. Aaron bustled from one place to another making himself useful; Splinter never expected such selflessness from him after his behavior in the car, but he supposed even his boys were prone to misbehavior among friends.

As of yet, Amber simply sat in a vacant corner staring through the wall as though she were completely dead to the world. She'd not spoken since she and Aaron broke down on her battered front lawn, nor had she eaten any of the meals the blonde tried to coax her with. It was as though she'd simply ceased to exist. Splinter's heart ached, realizing the truth; she was in shock—so deeply in shock that she'd ceased to think or feel anything. As troubled by this revelation as he was, he missed the moment she finally moved from her corner. Quickly catching sight of her he followed behind as she climbed the creaking stairs and wandered aimlessly away from the shelter as though following a distant call.

Splinter could only guess why she came to the school. Feeling certain that something terrible was about to happen, he trailed behind her as she made her way to the library. With an almost wistful expression, she traced familiar shelves, digging through the scattered volumes for a particular tome. Its plain black cover was worn and faded from age, but the sight brought tears to her otherwise empty eyes. Among the ruins of the once proud building, she leafed through the book for a particular page and in a soft, haunting tone, read aloud.

"A deep force pulls me toward the window-blind, some impulse urges me to raise the shade; why is it that I tremble, half afraid, with formless terrors running through my mind? What are the dim dread images that bind my hand? Why is my arm so strongly stayed? What sense of overhanging doom has made me fearful? What the sight I shall find? Some warning voice calls out: Go back—go back! I could not turn though fronted by the rack. And so I slowly raise the shade to greet whatever on the other side should lie, and stare and stare in horror as I meet the leering of a huge and sightless eye." ***

Her empty eyes turned to the window, drawn by a sudden movement and crack of thunder; chills raced down Splinter's spine. He was only here in spirit and could not be harmed for that reason, but he knew something dreadful was about to happen.

Amber wandered over to the only intact window, peering about with vacant disinterest. As though summoned by the words she'd spoken, a deafening, grinding roar filled the air. A wall cloud loomed overhead as a funnel cloud touched down somewhere southwest of the battered building. Right before Splinter's eyes, she tucked the book securely in her arms and fell to her knees in the rubble and glass, bowing her head in prayer.

"Please," she mumbled softly. "Protect my family…protect my friends…protect this town and those who live here. Forgive us our trespasses and guide us in our time of need. Help Aaron understand, and keep him under your care...he's too stubborn to ask for help." Splinter's ears felt ready to burst from the horrible pressure; surely Amber was hurting too, but she gave no sign of anything—pain, fear, sorrow, nothing! "Please, Lord…please wrap your arms around those who have been brought down by these storms, help them rise from the ashes anew, and help them rebuild their lives…thank you for everything." Finally, the mask broke - regret twisted her eyes and shook her parted lips. "If you gave second chances, I'd ask only for—"

Before she could finish, the window burst inward raining shattered glass over her prostrate body. Splinter flinched, choking up at the sight. Almost immediately a glass brick from a nearby building came careening through the window frame and struck her in the head. As the light left her eyes, and she died on her knees, the aged rat mourned the woman who' gave up on life.

The sudden change in location was dizzying. Splinter gazed around him in confusion, trying to come to grips with what had happened. One moment he was in a small town high school library, standing at the side of a woman who'd died needlessly, next he stood in a familiar chamber. Intricate green and ivory tile, tarnished brass fittings, elegant bronze plaques, bright blue glass skylights and bare-bulb light fixtures…he gazed around him, struggling to make sense of the situation.

The abandoned City Hall subway station…He'd been pulled from a ruined schoolhouse to the abandoned City Hall station! Almost frantically he searched the large cavern; how could he have woken from his trance so far from his family?!

Movement in the corner startled him. He faded into the shadows with the ease of a ninja master, watching as a pile of rubbish shifted with a groan. "Aw, ma heid,"- a familiar voice groaned. Right before his eyes, Amber—the Amber his boys had brought to him—groggily struggled upright, rubbing her forehead right where the glass brick had struck her counterpart in his vision. The truth was all too clear now, though he still couldn't fathom how it was possible.

Amber O'Brien died at the school, died in the library from a blow to the head. Against all logic, she woke up in that very cavern in the body of another: a woman formerly known as Kimber Bryant. It made no sense, but still, he knew it was true. Right then, the roar of a passing tram echoed through the chamber. Amber screamed, falling to her knees with her hands over her neck, firmly in the grips of a panic attack. The world faded around Splinter as she fought the demons of her previous life, cowering in the rubbish of another.

When did his life become so complicated?

~~~~~~~ The Lair ~~~~~~~

Splinter came back to himself with a start, glancing feverishly around for his sons. In mere moments the four gathered around him, Raphael shooting distrustful glares at the still unconscious woman still seated against his back. Unbidden, the aged mutant recalled her death - the way she died slumped over on her knees, head bowed in prayer but back abnormally straight in defiance...he shuddered. Finally, sure he had everyone's attention, the aged rat answered the question hanging silently in the air.

"She speaks the truth...Kimber is gone; Amber lives again."

Amber regained consciousness to the sound of distant arguing. Never realizing she was being watched, she sat up cross-legged, rubbing her aching forehead. "Owww...Di' I skelp my heid er somethin'?"- she asked weakly, thickly.

"Blunt force trauma to the skull," Donatello muttered from the shadows. She jumped but gripped her skull again.

"When?" she asked quickly chasing the thick, gruff tone away from her words. "I don't recall ani'thin'- after that injection."

Donatello took a moment to compose himself, padding toward her and dropping to one knee at her side. "It's..." His fingers dug into the worn rug beneath them, anchoring himself in the moment. "You died. Do you remember?"

"Of course, I know I died," she answered slowly, "what I don't remember is the dyin' bit...an' why's my head killin' me?" Donatello stared through the still smoking incense, his shoulders fairly trembling. "Donnie?"

"A cube of blown architectural glass," he muttered, then hesitantly met her eyes. Her lungs forgot their purpose when he gently, almost timidly brushed her punch red bangs away from her forehead. The contact sent a sharp throb through her skull; against her will, she hissed at the pain. His face fell. "The point of impact...It was quick, but I can't guarantee it was painless." It took a moment but she finally realized the connection.

"Wait..." She cringed. "Yer tellin' me I was beaned in the brain-pan- with a glass brick?! The only place in town with glass bricks was Mum's church!" She scoffed bitterly. "Oh, the irony...everythin' that congregation put me through wasn't enough, the building had to kill me, too. I take it Master Splinter was able to see everything, then…an' he told y'all what happened."

"Not everything, no, but he gave us the basics…Raphael doesn't believe him." A sudden crash rang out in the living room, followed by Splinter shouting in Japanese. "We're safer in here, trust me."

"Safe?" she scoffed. "What's that? I was killed by a church - Nothin's safe anymore." She glanced over at her silent company, her cheeks pinking. "So did Splinter figure out how I got here, in this world?" Donnie shook his head, clearly disturbed by something.

"No, but he has an idea. He thinks you and Kimber might be inter-dimensional counterparts—the same soul existing in two different worlds—and that you were somehow drawn into her body when you both died. Sensei says you had regrets which may or may not be a factor." He dug his knuckles into the worn rug, clearly fighting some unknown emotion. "She died before you got there, probably the night before we found you." Not yet seeing the subtext, she sighed in obvious relief.

"You have NO idea what a relief that is," she muttered. "I've been so worried I somehow forced'er out of'er own body—that I'm responsible for her death! I just couldn't—Dee, what's wrong? Ya look like someone kicked your puppy!" He didn't answer; instead, he hoisted himself to his feet and padded dejectedly out of the room. It wasn't until later that night when he showed her to the spare cot in the Lab that she figured out what he wasn't saying.

He had arrived in time to prevent her death, but not Kimber's…and Purple Dragon or not, the knowledge weighed heavily on him. Amber spent the whole night staring at the concrete ceiling, ruminating. It seemed even in her new life, she was too careless with her words and actions.

Somewhere between rumbling trains, memory assaults, and musings about stunning hazel eyes, the sewer faded into the world of dreams.

Still with me, y'all? Sure hope so

Words (Midwestern Twang unless otherwise noted)

- Ain't'cha? - 'Aren't you?' - Ani'thin' - Anything, a local pronunciation similar in cadence to "Anikin" if the name started with an 'Enn.' This may be a largely localized pronunciation as I've not heard it often and have never heard it outside my own area. - Cowk - Vomit, Scottish slang/Scots. - Di'n't / Din't - Didn't - Ma heid - Scottish slang my head. - Idjit - slang pronunciation of idiot. - Kin - This one has two different possible meanings depending on how it's used. If it's used as a noun, it means family, and not only blood relations but the family you choose. It's not a commonly used term anymore because people tend to associate it with family feuds and redneck living. If the word is used as a verb - as in "You kin kiss my arse," it's just a twisted pronunciation of "can," differentiated because the -a- is instead prounced -i- like bin. - Knees're - knees are - Out'a - Out of - Prob'ly - Probably - Shaddup / Shuddup - 'shut up,' generally more common in the South than the Midwest, but in Southern Missouri, it's not unusual to hear either. The second pronunciation is the more common. - Di' I skelp my heid 'er somethin'? - Amber's first major speech relapse, this is mostly an ungodly meshing of twang and Scots. Basically, 'Did I hit my head or something?' - That much I know's true. - That much I know is true. - Beaned in the brain-pan - slang 'hit in the head'

- Adding 'e, 'is, or 'im to the end of a word - means he, his or him respectively. - Adding 'er to the end of a word - means her. - Adding 'ey, 'em, or 'eir to the end of a word - means they, them, or their respectively.

NOTES

* Credits for songs: "Time Warp" is by Patricia Quinn, Richard O'Brien, and Little Nell, from "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." "Feed My Frankenstein" is by Alice Cooper, (AKA, the king of bizarre music) from album "Hey, Stoopid." Lastly, "Ballroom Blitz" is by the band Sweet, best known for this song, "Fox on the Run" and "Love Is Like Oxygen."

** The tune is Coldplay's "Fix You;' two guesses as to who's humming it, and you really should only need ONE. It's pretty obvious.

*** The book Amber reads here really exists. "Dark of the Moon" is a poetry anthology compiled by August Derleth, and includes "poems of fantasy and the macabre." It's highly uncommon—there were only a couple rather limited printings and most copies are found in libraries—but it's very much worth the read. "The Eye" was written by Donald Wandrei and is found on pages 381 and 382 with several other of his sonnets. It appears exactly as it's typed in my copy of the book and it makes my inner grammar nazi twitch; the correct phrase would be "Why is my arm so strongly STAID," not "STAYED." RRRG! Pretty sure its copyright is expired, as the volume was published in 1947.

UP NEXT: You Can't Set a Broken Soul.

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(nanbaka fic) ~purple poison~

wow two fics in a day huh? I must be really enjoying this haha.

ANYWAYS! this is based off of this prompt: http://otpdisaster.tumblr.com/post/103980615400/person-b-trying-to-find-nice-flowers-for-person-a

takes place after nanba. (also I might've just made the flowers up.)

rated T/M for uh, implied graphic sex. (no actual sex scene but like, a kinda implying it part.)

ENJOY! (as much as what these two are gonna enjoy~)

a light breeze went through his braid as liang walked up the dirt path to the small house, keeping hold of a small bouquet of the flowers in his hand. the house was far from the town they moved to and was surrounded by nature, and his curiosity grew over the small forest until he decided to lurk around in it on this nice cool day.

during his small adventure he had found these small flowers, purple and magenta colored that reminded him of a special someone. so with little consideration he had plucked a bundle of them and left, now approaching his and qi's shared living quarters.

sliding open the door he called out "I'm back" as he took his shoes off. he wasn't even sure if qi was even in here or in the greenhouse but either way he knew he wasn't too far away. after a little bit he had found the older on the couch watching TV. he cleared his throat grabbing the older one's attention.

"oh, welcome back."

"you didn't here me call out that I was back?" qi rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. "eheh, yeah, sorry. I must've spaced out a bit."

"hmm. anyways," liang said, pulling out the small bouquet from behind his back, presenting it to the other. "I, got these for you."

the other sat up straight as he looked at them. "hmm? what's the occasion?" he asked as he took them, starting to stand up.

"no real reason I just...wanted to give them to you." liang mumbled the last part out, though it was crystal clear to qi. he smiled. "well, thank you very much." he said as he leaned down kissing the side of liang's head. "and I know just what to do with em."

after the bouquet was settled in a small vase the day went on regularly...but not for long. later on in the afternoon things started to feel...off. both men started to feel not themselves. they were hot even though the temperature inside wasn't even close to what they were feeling. and they weren't sick after checking their temperatures and finding they were both perfectly fine.

not to mention the house was now filled with an almost euphoric aroma, most likely from the flowers. it seemed to become stronger throughout the rest of the day, and the stronger the scent got, the more the two seemed to suffer through more of the heat.

they could feel the tension though around dinner. it wasn't a type of suspenseful or scary tension, it was just tension. ...sexual tension they've both come to realize.

once it was time for lights out neither of them could seem to sleep. even with their backs to eachother they could feel the other's warm body heat, and lust driven ideas spurred into their minds, making the heat unbearable. it was then that liang turned over. "qi?"

"mm?" he hummed, his back still to the younger. liang fidgeted, unable to really keep this problem under control anymore.

"I...can we...mmm..." he stumbled, unable to really word what he really wanted to say. deciding to take action he moved forward more and wrapped himself around the other, rubbing himself to the back of him and hiding his face in minor embarrassment.

what he wasn't prepared for was qi quickly turning over mentioning some form of an agreement before fiercely kissing the raven haired male. liang quickly complied, kissing him back. the rest felt hazy as the two seemed to go through multiple rounds of sex for what felt like the whole night. changing and re-arranging positions, switching top and bottom, scratching, biting, the house was anything but silent. after one session they'd do another not too long after, both of them feeling the raging heat continue to control them like animals in heat. it seemed to go on like this forever till after they finished a session and things went black.

a peach colored eye opened to a small light from the shades coming through. he felt fuzzy as he started waking up. once he was conscience he could feel the soreness all around him. his head was sore, his butt was definitely sore, god he regretted waking up.

looking around the room with slightly fuzzy vision it was morning. turning around he found that qi wasn't in bed. odd, usually he would be in bed sleeping in. turning around again he looked to the small work table qi had put in the bedroom and lo and behold there he was sitting at it.

sitting up slightly the raven groaned, loud enough for qi to hear and turn around as liang looked to see him he was clothed...and wearing a surgical mask and gloves? the chemist made his way over pulling down the mask a bit. "oh good. your awake." he said, taking the glass of water from the nightstand the younger didn't even notice and put it to his mouth. "drink."

liang complied taking large gulps of it till it was almost empty. he sighed putting it down. "that...was an.....intense night." he stuttered, a bit embarrassed from the past events.

"heh, yeah well, I shouldn't be too surprised. considering what caused it." the younger looked at him raising a brow, confused. "those flowers you brought back. I've found that they hold a powerful pheromone-like pollen that, when inhaled, caused a spike in our pheromones that-" he paused as he looked at liang, whose face showed that he was dumbfoundedly confused. he sighed. "um, in short the flowers pollen was basically an aphrodisiac and caused us to have wild and crazy sex last night."

liang's eyes widened at that. he brought home an aphrodisiac. this was not something he thought he'd ever hear. "now, where'd you find them?" qi asked, interrupting liang's thinking. "I...found them outside. somewhere in the forest part here."

"seriously?! ...left or right side?"

"uhm...right side."

the older hummed to himself thinking. "how though?" liang asked. "I didn't even feel anything outside."

"usually the pollen is activated in warmer environments. bringing it in here is most likely what activated it."

liang dropped his face into the pillow and groaned. what kind of cruel irony was this? "can we burn them or throw them away then or something?"

"hmm, it might end up spreading if we do either. I'm kinda picking it all apart right now and making it into medicine. not only is it one hell of an aphrodisiac but it can be used for headaches and works fast."

"and you know this how?"

"I'm a chemist liang. this is all basic knowledge for me really."

liang sighed. this was all too much. "hey don't worry, how could one know anyway? I'm just glad you didn't pick this up from some shady guy or I'd be real concerned." he rubbed the other's back. "you should probably shower and get ready."

liang hummed in agreement as he attempted to get up. the soreness was still there but it was atleast bearable enough to where he could walk okay. "heh, guess I did a number on ya huh?" qi teased. liang pouted, "it doesn't help that you had that animalistic stamina last night."

"right? honestly it's the reason I figured something was off. I mean, we can both admit my stamina's not that great without a little helping drug."

"yes yes because most of the time you do the bare minimal."

"aw I'm hurt. I try my best."

liang rolled his eyes at him as he made his way to the bathroom door. "y'know, you could improve your stamina if you, oh I don't know exercise, eat right, limit or quit your smoking-"

"hey liang wanna go for another round?" qi interrupted. liang glared at him and closed the door.

after a while the younger came out with a pair of elastic pants on and drying his hair. "what's shocked me the most about this whole ordeal is that you got up before me." he said absentmindedly. qi chuckled to himself. "yeah, I guess I just have days that I get up early."

"if that's the case then you could get up early to exercise or even make breakfast, hm?" he interrogated. qi felt his eyes piercing into him. he knew he was in a bit of a pickle now.

"wanna get lunch?" he asked, hoping it'd deter the other from this conversation.

"okay." liang said as he started leaving the room. "but I'm not done talking about this." once he left qi sighed. yep, he couldn't get out of this one.

___

after going out to eat and to also air the house out of the aroma, the two got back and qi had went off and finished making the flowers into medicine.

"now what do we do with these?"

"hmm...well-"

"we're not selling them to the richest buyers."

"aaaaww booo. your no fun."

"we promised samon we'd start over and not make the same mistakes again once we left prison."

"I never said anything like that."

"all three of us promised. I remembered."

"damn you past me."

both started thinking about what to do with all of this excess medicine.

"hmm, how about we sell em to the guys? just package them up and send them over to them."

"hmmm, it's not like selling to a dealer, but how could we even? they'll be examined by police officials when shipped."

qi grinned mischievously. "well, we can make it look like it's a medical shipment."

"qi." qi flinched. that was the tone liang usually used when he was serious or pissed. in this situation, it sounded like he was in the middle of both.

"I mean, look it's better then asking them to come ALL THE WAY HERE and get them themselves, right? besides, we have the ability to do it so why not? I can get the shipment boxes from the pharmacy, have them professionally imprinted, all we need is to call em up and ask if they want it. if they don't want them then we won't go through with it."

there was a long silence as liang thought it over. he then leaned over and grabbed his phone.

"liang?"

"I'm calling rock to ask."

qi grinned widely. sure maybe going back into the roots of the underworld wasn't a good idea, but this was the best idea they had at the moment. that and, they really didn't need this much medicine.

====

"aaand there's the last of it." qi said aloud, looking over the drug shipment boxes on the table. after they had contacted the guys, most of them had agreed to take them. "now we just gotta ship em out."

"and we've packaged ALL of them?" liang inquired. "yep." qi answered. the braided male stared at him long and hard, making the other a bit nervous. "wh-what is it?"

"hmmmm...nothing." he said. he then got up and left. cautiously qi got up and followed as he went into their bedroom and to his desk. qi could feel dread creep up his back as he looked saw liang move to open the small drawer on the left. "ah, wait-" it was too late. liang glared at him as he picked up one of the packaged drugs from it.

"ah...okay well, look I said it was a good medicine-"

"I know it is but the medicine we saved is in the cupboard."

deathly silence filled the room. "qi."

"w-well I mean, heh I just thought,...okay okay FINE. I...may have kinda sorta... wentoutandgotsomemoreofthoseflowersandmadesomemoreaphrodisiacs."

"qi! why di-wait what?"

"well okay listen! listen. this stuff, I mean, you remember when we used it right?! it was so good and amazing! I just thought, maybe, we could use it for a special occasion sometime, yeah?"

they both stared at each other before liang sighed and dropped the small pack back into the drawer. "alright. I was more so concerned with you stealing some of the packets for something else." liang stated, walking towards the other.

"oh come on I may be petty but not that petty."

"your anything but."

"oh please."

"I've seen enough to know your not. your just lazy."

"heh, well aren't you sweet?~" he cooed, wrapping an arm around liang's waist as the other put his hands on qi's chest. he grinned seductively. "y'know, I think I can still smell that pollen~."

liang's eyes widened in horror. "what? where? you don't think it was any of the packets in the packages right? or oh no did I accidently open one?!"

qi sighed holding liang's arms to keep him from running around. "no, I was trying being suave. y'know cause the scent made us, ah forget it." he leaned down slightly and kissed the other hard. liang kissed back as they both closed the door.

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Wildflowers (PT3)

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction Warnings: Smut, Language 🍃Tagged for Updates🍃 @crystallimythium @multifandomluv7 @buckyappreciationsociety @bunchofandoms @deanmonslittleangel @psychicwitchphilosopher @seargantbcky @learisa @mjuikoli @ophcelia @sleepdeprivedchildren @aesthetic-bbygoats (*A/N*- Because film school just started back it felt like it took me forever to find time to sit down and finish this. Sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy this last part as much as I did! If you want to be added to my permanent tag list for future posts just let me know and I will be happy to add your name to the bunch. Also if you want to be removed from my permanent tag list again just let me know:) -Noelle "Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you."- F.S.F I find it interesting how the most memorable conversations you have with someone usually start off with an unforgettable question. "Are you here alone?" I had worked up the courage for over an hour creating fictional one liners on how I could spark up a conversation with the guy across the room. He stayed to himself all evening, engaging in occasional conversations with people that walked up to him. I asked around diligently trying to find out any information about him, but no one seem to have known who he was. A couple of my mother's friends carried the same suspicion as to who he could be , despite not knowing who he was they still remained perpetually fixated on him. "Well who wants to know?" His raspy voice sounded like a confluence of accents. It was deep enough to sink me into a pit of curiosity, but at the same time light enough to rise his enigmatic presence causing me to stay. "Everyone." I answered. He titled his head to look pass me and I watched as his eyes scanned the area. People were all over scattered amongst themselves with a new freshly colored wine in their glass ever so often. We all stood under a gigantic white tent with a hardwood floor underneath us. Tables and chairs sanctioned off in a corner with an open bar that never not stayed busy. Despite the fact guest were invited to try a new flavor wine every half hour. He leaned back toward me, almost trying to hide his broad frame in front of me. " I see." I turned around to understand what he was referring to. He had caught the attention of quite a few admirers. "You can almost smell the pheromones from over here." I must've caught him by surprise because he laughed till he choked. "How many of those have you had?" I asked, slightly laughing with him. "Not enough." He huffed turning over his glass till he clutched the bottom. "Uh oh I hear sorrow in your voice I must be going now!" I said jokingly pretending to turn around and leave. "So soon? You didn't even stay for the pity party I was about to throw." He said. "Was there even going to be cake?" I asked in a disappointed tone. "Actually no cake this time considering it's my second one." His smiled faded and there was a sense of grayness that filled his face. I felt though as if I pried any further I might've hit a nerve. Considering we didn't know each other I decided it was best I left the subject alone. Thinking back to it I wondered if I asked him what was wrong would the chronological events that took place that night have changed if I had. "Do you wanna get out of here?" He asked me prompting the conversation into a completely different category of topic. I suppose he interpreted my facial expression for what it was. I was completely taken aback but I wasn't surprised or offended. Because in all honesty in one of the imaginable conversations I had with him in my head before coming up to him, I was holding my breath hoping he would ask. He clutched his face like you would do if you had a brain freeze. Almost regretting that he had even tried his luck and asked. "I'm sorry I didn't know what I was thinking. I am really not myself tonight." He let out a dry humorless laugh saying that last part like it was to himself. "It's fine. I mean at least try to be a little bit modest next time." I grinned. "Noted, but isn't that why you came over here?" He asked me, raising both brows. His whole ora shifted like he was confident in the way he conducted himself. Arrogant nonetheless, but I found it to be sexy as hell. There was a little voice in my head telling me to take my cue and turn around. Part of me questioned that weary voice, but then there was this other voice daring me to do more. "You know I was actually wondering since I first spotted you if you were here with anyone and if you were fuck that lucky bastard for letting you stand by yourself all night." He said etching closer to me. We eyed each other intensely and call me crazy but our energy was electrifying. I could almost feel it running through me. "When I was little I use to pretend I was running away from home. I'd never get far because I always ended up in my mother's garden and hide in there for hours. First couple of times I did it she couldn't find me after a while she eventually stopped looking because she knew where I had ran off to." "You mean that big maze over there is a garden?" He asks, his eyes tracked my gaze and followed them beyond the tent and into the field of wildflowers. My voice became quieter. "It looks better once you're inside. That's if you want to see it." The words I spoke came out faster than I anticipated. He looked at me like he was trying to understand my exact sentiment. Catching a fleeting glimpse of my soul, I suppose I guess he liked what he saw. He lifted the corners of his mouth into a smile. "My mother always told me to never follow a beautiful woman into her secret garden." He warns. "That's oddly specific." I shake my head slightly assessing if he was joking or not. "Well my mother warned my sister and I to never trust a well dressed stranger who stands alone at parties." I said in a matter of fact speech. He grabbed a bottle of unopened wine from the rack beside him and picked up another glass, now clutching two. He extended out his arm waiting for me to loop mine through. "Here is to not listening to our parents." He said as I laced my arm into his. I could barely sleep. If I closed my eyes I could still feel myself very much awake. The memory of Sebastian taunted me mercifully, yet I couldn't stop playing the moment in my head over and over again. I soon was relinquished from it all at when the image of my sister's stoic and angry expression made my stomach twist in knots. I was careless even though I didn't know I needed to be careful. None of this was my fault and yet I felt guilty. I looked for Brooklyn after dinner, so that I could try and explain to her what happened. She barely stopped walking to listen. I waited for her to come to her room, so I sat there waiting sitting down on the floor against the wall. When she finally came upstairs she couldn't even look at me. I stood up and right before I could get the first I'm sorry out of my mouth she twisted the knob on her door and flatly said "Goodnight, little sister" before slamming the door shut. I couldn't sulk in bed any longer. I could see underneath my curtains daylight peeking in. I groggily walked down stairs still dressed like I was ready for bed. My oversized white cotton shirt drooped down in front of me, while my shorts hid under my shirt. The floor felt cold under my feet and I was startled when I hit the last step because someone came zipping by me at the speed of light carrying boxes. It was chaotic downstairs. With all the shit pilling up on my mind, my brain went completely clear over the fact today was mom's birthday. I took uncoordinated strides into the kitchen carefully trying not to bump into anyone holding decorations or food. Once I got into the kitchen I saw mom standing behind the wide marble countertop. She appeared to be utterly smiley this morning. I heard laughter coming from her direction I just didn't know it was hers because the laughter was mixed with another persons voice. Sebastian was sitting on a stool across from her. He was still in what I assumed what he slept in as well, gray sweatpants and a dark blue shirt that clung tightly to his skin. I didn't want to be weird and notice every little detail and the not so little details about him. His arms were crossed on the counter top as he leaned over a cup of from the aroma I detected coffee. "Good Morning Caroline!" My mother's voice greeted me to a very upbeat tune. It was certainly chipper than it was last night. I still hadn't forgot that she wanted to get around and tell me something. For the mean time however I was just going to pretend I did. "Happy Birthday Mom." I said while I hugged her. "Morning." I heard Sebastian say. I lifted my chin nodding my head to interpret a greeting without having to actually speak to him. "Thank you sweetie." She said as she kissed my cheek. Once she let go of me she swiveled around to the stove behind her reaching for a copper coffee pot. "Coffee?" "Yes please." I say as I grab a mug from the rack next to the coffee maker. I held my mug out in from of me as she pours coffee into it. The strong smell alone wakes me up. I fix it to my liking and I felt both my mom and Sebastian eyes stay glued to my every move. Sebastian and I sip our coffees in unison and I finally take a look at his face. I wonder did he have the same restless night I had and I wondered why I cared? Every time we happen to make eye contact with each other I get a pang of bittersweet feeling. It's like that emotion you experience when you're done with a really good book that you don't want to end. You're frustrated ,curious and , angry because it can't be over? What happens next after the good parts passed? Sebastian for me is that book, because our story couldn't possibly continue. He was already living in the pages of someone else's. "Tess was just telling me you love to cook." Sebastian says very casually still looking at me. My mother looks back and forth from Sebastian and me, eyeing us like she knew something that we didn't. "Umm. . . yeah I can make a pretty decent meal when I follow the recipe." I say with my mug clutched tightly in the palm of my hands and I keep it near my face. The heat radiating off of it started to make my hands sweat. Why was I so damn nervous talking to him all of a sudden? My mother swallowed waving her hand in my direction. "Oh she's just saying that! She can prepare anything you name and make it taste like the best thing you have ever eaten." "Oh really?" Sebastian asked looking past my mother straight at me. Why must he insist on looking at me like that? Mom turned slightly putting her hand on my shoulder like she was recalling a memory she wasn't quite sure of. "Remember when you were little what was it that you made everyone try? You were so excited because it was the first thing you made on your own." She pursed her lips while she squeezed her chin in her hand. That was the gesture she made when was lost in the many thoughts in her mind. "Honey toast." I said closing my eyes hoping she wouldn't carry out this conversation. "Honey toast!" She exclaimed. "Caroline was so proud of herself when she made that." Mom chuckled. Sebastian reciprocated a smile not sure if he was missing a joke he was left out on. "What was special about this toast?" He asks, as he took another sip of his coffee. The way he hunched over made his shoulders look broader and the muscles in his arms tighter. I was clearly letting my thoughts enter uncharted territory yet again. My mother and I look at each other and speak at the same time. "Nothing." We both laughed. "Well if you remember how to make it I would love to try it sometime." Sebastian said. "It's seriously nothing to it." I say sheepishly turning away from him. "Excellent! Then you wouldn't mind making us some." Mom said, shaking my shoulders. I started to protest the idea but she held her hand up to stop me. "It's my birthday you can't say no to your mother." "Tess there's a slight crises by the gazebo that need your attention about where to hang the lanterns." A short woman who frantically spoke with bangs that practically hung so low it covered her eyes. Mom took a deep breath before plastering a smile on her face. "Im sure it's not that pragmatic, but I'll take a look." Mom said to her in a calming voice though I could detect a little annoyance. "I'm never off! I work even on my birthday." She laughs. The woman laughs with her only because she probably felt she had to. I'm suddenly left alone with Sebastian. I stand in my same spot awkwardly chipping away paint on the outer part of my mug. "So does it take a long time to prepare this famous dish?" Sebastian teased. "You weren't actually serious? " I asked, eyeing him carefully. He nodded his head slowly. "I'm getting hungrier by the minute." I think it over in my head decisively. Was I even suppose to be talking to Sebastian? If Brooklyn saw me in his vicinity that would just add fuel to the fire. Truthfully I don't even know how my sister would react. Her behavior at dinner was so. . . peculiar. She carried on like everything was fine. Engaging in conversation with our mother, occasionally telling jokes. Whereas Sebastian and I sat in total and utter confusion. Brooklyn acted like finding my necklaces in the pocket of her boyfriend's jacket who before last night I pretended I never even met was a innocent coincidence. When I tried talking to her she remained dismissive, knowing my older sister's characteristics I knew something wasn't right. I got out the ingredients I needed, even though the recipe didn't call for much. 1/2 stick of butter, 2 table spoons of natural honey, 1 table spoon of ground cinnamon, and 1 table spoon of vanilla. I mixed it all in a bowl with a rubber spatula paying no attention to the attractive distraction in front of me. He looked at me in silence entirely too long, though his eyes tells that his mind is a million miles away. I turned around to grab a loaf of bread to retrieve a few slices. When I turned back around Sebastian was gone from his seat. He had moved from his chair and was standing in front of me. Holding the bread in my hand I took a panoramic glance to make sure no one was paying attention. "What are you doing?" I yelled out in a harsh whisper. "I wanted a better view." Sebastian said, looking down at me. I nudged his body so that I could get around him to so that I could smear the mixed honey butter to the slices of toast. Suddenly, I could feel him standing behind me looking over my shoulder. It sent an unwanted amount of chills down my spine. Sebastian wasn't even touching me, but the memory of his hands were marked in my skin. I kept looking down at what I was doing and not giving him the attention he wanted. Still busy with the task I had in front of me. Leaning his face closer I felt the scruffy texture from the side of his face tickling the side of mine. I slid away almost stealth like thankful I didn't trip as I went over to the oven to slide the tray inside. When I closed it and turned back around straightening my posture, Sebastian was still there. "Brooklyn, my mom, or anyone could see us. Are you crazy?" I ask him. "We are just two people having a conversation and possibly." Sebastian crossed his arms across his chest. "And maybe you are too." "Me?" I say to him feeling dumbstruck. " Tell me you don't really think the two us met by coincidence? We both knew what we wanted from each other and either one of us could have put an end to it at any moment." His tone was argumentative and I could tell he was serious. " I was out of my element and I guess you could say I was feeling bold but you-" My voice broke off. "You were there as my sister's date." I say through gritted teeth. "And all night where was she?" Sebastian answer came out with no hesitation. Like he was asking me a question he wanted me to have the answer to. "There's no justification in what happened between us and believe me when I say I truly wish we could've met under different circumstances." I made a noise that sounded like a muffled laughed. We could've avoided this mess entirely if we had just told each other our names in the first place. I should've been more responsible. Thinking back it suddenly dawned on me that I had every opportunity to give him one small detail about myself. Instead we carried on into the night like reunited friends drunk off of the atmosphere. Being in his presence did something to me. I rubbed my hands across my face , then against my forehead continuing to run my hands into my hair. "I tried so hard to fall asleep last night. Am I a bad person?" I whispered. "Being restless doesn't fall under the qualifications of being a bad person." Sebastian smiled, as he squinted his eyes in regards of what I said. "No, but thinking about you all night makes me one." I huffed. The spaces around us started to dissipate with people busy at work. Everyone seemed to keep migrating out into the backyard. For a fleeting second I stopped worrying if Brooklyn would walk into the kitchen at any moment. I didn't want it to seem like I wanted to rush into his arms, but that was exactly what I wanted to do. He kept both of his arms outstretched gripping the edges of the stove behind me. Leaving me in closed in his Sebastian made cage. There was no escaping him now. Quietness was all we had left. I felt a pulse rage everywhere and I kept my sight locked on his mouth waiting for him to either speak or kiss me. It was an unconscionable amount of tension arising that made my blood run hotter and hotter. Staying away from something that you can't have causes a certain madness to fester inside of you. Eventually claiming it as yours makes a wrong temporarily feel right. I titled my head up to his face like someone had pushed me to do it. My lips fell against his bottom lip and I felt almost too overjoyed to feel him again. I didn't want to let myself get carried away, because Sebastian remained motionless. He looked down at me with a brooding look in his eye, mixed with a heavy dose of confusion. What was I even thinking? I repeated to myself in the back of my mind over and over again. I started to feel regretful over my actions until I noticed Sebastian had snapped out of his daze. In a very careful and slow motion he pulled me closer against him. Sebastian brought his lips very gently kiss to my throat. His mouth roamed at will up my neck, no longer leaving delicate and faint kisses alongside it. Devoured would say the least. I gave up all my resistance for him, closing my eyes as I felt myself slipping away into his consumption. Sebastian's mouth hovered over mine and in the catch of a breath he kissed me. It was like a long and anticipated await. Our lips parted widely in a desperate but graceful synchronized movement. His hand cupped the back of my neck and my hands were placed at the bottom of his shirt grabbing fistfuls of fabrics. It wasn't until the sound of someone clearing their throat made me wish I was invisible. And then all at once Sebastian turned his head, his chest was slightly heaving. He eyed the couple across the bar stools who looked back bemusedly. Laura, played with her earring in her ear darting her eyes from the corners of the room and back at me. Her nervous grin was so wide that I assumed her face would lose elasticity from smiling so much. "Didn't mean to interrupt." Finn said, waving his hand. I stepped slightly away from Sebastian holding on tightly to the back of my neck. "You guys are here early." I say. "Yeah well when Brooklyn Reeves calls you several times demanding that we bring our asses over here early. We made sure to make our asses move." Laura laughed sincerely, hitting Finn on the chest with the back of her hand. "And plus it's your Mom's big day we wanted to help out anyway we can." Finn shoved his hands in his pockets gazing at me for awfully too long before I turned my head to Sebastian, who still has not said a word. "I'm sure she will be thrilled to see you both." I said, still causally glancing over at Sebastian. By the look of his face it was honestly starting to worry me because he looked like he had seen a ghost. Laura tapped her nails against the marble hardtop to get my attention. Even though she was trying to be discrete she was not doing a very good job at it. "Who is he?" She whispered over to me rather loudly. I placed my hand on his shoulder before introducing him then I quickly moved it away. "This is Finn and Laura, childhood friends of Brooklyn." I introduced. "Nice to meet you -" Her words lingered waiting for a name as she reached her hand out to shake his. "Sebastian." He said briskly. "Brooklyn's boyfriend." Laura's bright smiled diminished and she dropped his hand. "I didn't know she was dating someone?" Finn uttered out, like he was also taken by surprise. Laura's mouth was slightly gaped open looking at me like she was waiting to hear my explanation. I didn't expect him to be so fucking bold. He placed his arm behind my back and leaned his face closer to my ear. "Caroline your toast is burning." I sharply turned around pulling the oven door down to see on a silver tray four charred pieces of what should have been golden crystallized honey toast now burnt. I reached over for an oven mitten so that I could pull them out. When I looked back up ,Laura began to twist her earring again out of some sort of nervous habit and Finn looked as uncomfortable as everyone felt. "My mother would like to know that you are here and Brooklyn as well." I said to them, hinting for them to leave. Laura looked hesitantly from Sebastian to me, her eyes darting frantically. Finn took her by the arm and they walked off in the opposite direction When they were finally out of my sight I turned to Sebastian who still wore a look of dismay on his face. "Why the hell did you do that?" I yelled at him swinging the oven mitt near him. Sebastian didn't even flinch, he stayed motionless as he watched the area Laura and Finn veered off too. He looked almost upset. "I think you need to go talk to Brooklyn." "Why? We were never meant to last." His tone was as hard as his face. Sebastian was starting to act ominous. I turned on the fan above the oven to try and clear the smell of the burnt food. Sebastian had started to leave out of the kitchen but I jogged after him. "What are you talking about? One minute you're making out with me the next you have become morose!" My voice was starting to become less composed. Becoming more resigned, his lip twitched as he watched the movements out of the window. "I didn't think she would actually invite him." He said flatly. "Who?" I started to sound like a desperate owl. I stared out of the same large window as he did. I was confused more than ever because of the coded language he spoke. We stood there together in silence as onlookers. "You are not very observant are you Chef Caroline?" He murmured. I chuckled not sure whether to answer that question or feel offended. "What's that suppose to mean?" I asked. He sighed. "When you see it come find me before I leave and maybe we will have one final pity party. This time I'll bring the cake." He brushed his hand against my arm before walking away. I wanted to stop him, but I knew I had to let him go. An hour had passed since I last saw Sebastian, since I saw anyone really. Everyone apparently had gone missing. As I got dressed and put on the dress my mother oh so desperately wanted wanted me to wear. I played the last few conversations I had with Sebastian in my head like a broken record. He was perfectly fine until Laura and Finn showed up then something happened. I clasped my necklace around my neck struggling a few times to get the clasp to open. Once it did I pressed the crescent moon against my chest. Walking back downstairs again I saw Laura in the place Sebastian once sat. Once she saw it was me I expected her to look at me with utter disgust. Instead when she noticed it was me she looked though as if she was crying and quickly climbed off of the stool and ran off weeping some more. I thought about going after her, but the way she took off suggested she didn't want my company. I walked outside and the warm breeze had hit me at once. Causing my dress to fly back in the wind around me. The sound of air whooshed through my ears. Music was faintly playing, lilac and silver balloons were tied almost everywhere. Off to the side were rows and rows of tiny cupcakes some with purple frosting and some with white frosting that had edible pearls sprinkled on top. Tall macaroon towers were on each table next to fruit tarts. I stole a tiny blueberry off of one as I strolled to the next table. My mother's birthday cake sat on that one. It was a round three tier white cake, covered with a colorful arrangement of beautiful flowers. I looked at up and I noticed I was steps away from the pathway Sebastian and I stumbled upon once upon a time ago. I hiked up the bottom of my dress so that it wouldn't leave stains and I took a walk down memory lane. I slipped off of my shoes so that I could feel the grass underneath my feet. Once I reached the steeping stones I knew I was getting closer. I saw fallen lemons and the sight made me smile because of the way we fooshly tried to take them. I stopped walking when I heard noise coming from behind the yellow daffodils. It sounded like someone was engaging in pleasurable acts. I was ready to storm around and condemn them for exposing themselves at my mother's party. When I saw it was my sister and Finn I quickly jumped backed bumping into my mother. "If my garden walls could talk, the vines would blush." {Part 3 out of 3}

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get-a-new-lease-on-life · 7 years ago

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A New Lease on Life - 4: The Truth

A quick note: the book Dark of the Moon is an obscure poetry volume but it’s very much worth the read. The poem Amber reads aloud in this chapter is from that very book; ‘The Eye’ by Donald Wandrei is found on pages 381 and 382 with several other of his sonnets. Secondly: Occasional short, graphic present tense passages in italics denote intrusive memories; intrusive memories can be very overwhelming when they occur, and in my own experience, the memories they show are often exaggerated and warped, and sometimes even worse than what actually happened. This chapter dedicated to everyone reading, following, and fav'ing this story—especially ImpartingAbyss, for reviewing and just being hilarious!Trigger Warnings: Grossness, Intrusive memories, disturbing, graphic imagery, panic attacks, religious references, violent death.

Suggested Listening: Coldplay, “Fix You,” Breaking Benjamin, “Fade Away”

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4: The Truth

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‘Great, Amber,’ she thought to herself as she hung face-first over the stream of running wastewater, hacking up a meal she didn’t remember eating. 'Ya didn’t cowk- all over Don’s shell, but ya barely missed'is feet. Yer just too hot fer ya own good, ain'tcha?’- She spat once more, swiping a used tissue across her lips; hopefully, the other two hadn’t seen her yank it out of her shirt. It’s awkward enough getting caught using a bra for a pocket, but when you’re clearly braless, people start wondering where you stashed whatever you just pulled out…and handy as boob-pockets were, it wasn’t something she was ready to admit.

“S-Sorry,” she said hoarsely. “I don’t do so well with heights…just gimme a sec.” Heat flooded her cheeks at the small metal canteen held at her eye level. “Thanks.” She gratefully rinsed her mouth out and snapped the topper back on. “I’ll wash that later—there anythin’ you DON’T have in that bag'a yers?”

“The sink,” he answered simply. Once her stomach settled, the blindfold went back on and she was lifted up over his shoulder again, thanking her lucky stars she couldn’t see how high up she was. Not long after, her ears were assaulted by the screech of a rusty hinge; she felt her carrier tense.

“Better oil that,” Leo said simply.

“As soon as this is resolved,” Donnie replied lowly. “'Til then, it can wait.” The shoulder Amber rested on slouched; she knew without a doubt what was going through his mind and it was unpleasantly familiar. Without Donatello, the lair would fall apart—the family would fall apart. As much as they depended on him, though, the others tended to take him for granted without even realizing it. It always broke her heart to see it before, knowing all-too-well just how it felt, and now it was even more distressing. She couldn’t say anything, though. After all, she already proved that she knew more than she should, and would only be more suspicious. A gentle squeeze of his other shoulder conveyed what words could not, but sent a worrisome shiver through him.

“What is going on here?” a slightly raspy voice burst out. “Boys, why have you brought a stranger into our midst?!” Leonardo hurried to greet their father and master.

“We had no other choice, Master,” He explained hurriedly. “The alarms were set off by this woman—she almost froze to death down here! We took her to April’s, but…” He winced, trailing off.

“Casey disagreed,” Donnie finished dryly. “From the tantrum he’s throwing, you’d think she insulted his mother.” Amber shrunk into the warm shoulder, certain she was in some serious trouble…even though she hadn’t insulted any mothers lately. How could she have followed them home? How could she have believed they could bring her back to the Lair with them without trouble from Splinter? The Canon versions of him always struck her as crotchety but wise rather than prone to pointless anger but the idea of angering the aged Rat gave her chills. And Raphael…Casey had insisted that he and Raph had 'busted’ Kimber repeatedly; she’d have no ally in Raph, she was sure of it, and that knowledge made her feel bitter.

“We did blindfold her, see?” The nervous reminder - Leo’s attempt at placating Splinter’s worries - drove Amber to blush.

She cringed behind the purple fabric blocking her vision. They blindfolded her alright—with a slightly ratty purple kerchief from Donnie’s trouser pockets. Her lungs were too flooded with his familiar - and mouth-watering - scent (coffee, clean grease, a faint hint of spice, and clean sweat) to notice the sewer funk, but she’d been forced to take drastic measures to stifle her body’s reaction to the combination. By the time they reached the lair, she’d mentally replayed the most bizarre songs she could think of - Time Warp, Feed My Frankenstein, Ballroom Blitz, nothing was overlooked.* As hard as she focused on distracting herself by methodically dissecting every possible meaning of every lyric, she never noticed the ninjas’ breaths growing more and more shallow by the moment.

Soft grumbling from the woman still slouched over Donnie’s shoulder made the brothers meet eyes in an awkward wince. To the average human, the woman’s scent wouldn’t have registered, but they were more than human - to them, the sudden flood of pheromones was stifling, and it seemed to only strengthen.

“Bring her here,” Splinter conceded wearily, settling himself at the low table in his room. Donatello followed, easing Amber to the floor as Leo went about boiling water for tea. With a gentle tug of fabric, the barrier was gone from Amber’s eyes, taking with it the delightful aroma that had driven her mad. She remained silent, head bowed and eyes closed as Donnie excused himself to the lab, leaving the door parted behind him. “We’re no savages, Child, you needn’t hide your eyes.”

“S-Sorry,” she mumbled shyly, glancing furtively up at the being on the other side of the table. “I’m not afraid of you…just—well, nervous an’ sorry for getting your sons in trouble.” His whiskers twitched in a suppressed smile as he recognized her odd speech from his stories; she spoke with what he interpreted as a Midwestern twang that bordered on Southern drawl, but it seemed off somehow - warped in some places and some pronunciations were forced, as though the strange woman was mimicking something foreign. He saw no threat in her posture or behavior, though, and decided to overlook the odd woman’s speech quirk.

“Well, this changes things,” he answered seriously. “I had no idea you forced my boys to bring you here against their own good judgment. How could an unarmed woman not much taller than myself accomplish such a feat?”

“What?” she objected frantically, finally looking up to fully meet his eyes. She was visibly horrified - good, maybe she wasn’t a threat. “No, I di'n’t- do any of that—I never asked'em- to bring me here! They…well, I’ve got nowhere else to go, an'—”

“Then you are not directly responsible for them bringing you here?” She chewed her lip a moment, staring through the lacquered wood. “Taking responsibility for others’ actions is an injustice to you and a disservice to them. I am wary of their bringing a stranger home, you must understand, but we mean you no harm.” Amber hesitantly met his dark eyes over the gunmetal rims of her glasses.

“Yes, Sir.” At that moment, Leonardo arrived bearing a wooden tray laden with cups and a small steaming teapot; tears pricked Amber’s eyes at the familiar scent wafting up the spout. “Oolong,” she choked out without considering how random the comment would seem.

“Miss O'Brien?” Leo asked warily. “Is something wrong?” She shook her head, smiling weakly.

“No…uh…Leonardo. It’s just—I’m just weird, I guess. All the things I could miss from my old life, an’ I miss tea. Sunrise coffee, lightnin’ bugs at dusk, wadin’ in the crick in summer, warm dirt underfoot an’ the mornin’ fog—nope, I miss tea.”

“Sometimes things that seem trivial can mean the most to us,” Splinter admitted solemnly as Leo excused himself from the room. “I am called Splinter, Child; you have already met my eldest, Leonardo, and my second eldest, Donatello; I’m sure you’ll meet my other second eldest Raphael, and their younger brother Michelangelo, before the night is out. Your name is O'Brien, yes?” She stared a hole through the bottom of the teacup, soaking in the sweet perfume rising from it.

“Yeah,” she answered softly. “My name’s Amber O'Brien, that much I know’s- true, but I don’t have many answers…at least not that I can get out. Casey seems convinced I’m someone by the name of Kimber Bryant, but I’m not—I’m just stuck in her body, as crazy as that sounds.” She winced; it did sound crazy…it also sounded sexual, proof that even in this life, she was cursed to be gutter-brained. “I’ll gladly answer any questions you have—if I can get the words out, at least. I can't—”

Crushed foundations stained with blood. Toppled buildings groan in the night. A battered doll hangs in a stripped tree like a grotesque scarecrow.

“I can't—”

“Puh-Please!” she cried, curling into a ball. “M—Make it stop! I can’t—can’t make it—”

“DONATELLO!” The sudden shout from Splinter’s rooms wrenched the genius from his daze; had he really missed dinner while staring through the recovered security footage? “HURRY!” The panic in his father’s voice sent him barreling toward the source, only to freeze in the doorway of Splinter’s room in disbelief.

Amber lay curled on the floor in a ball, her hands clasped over her neck, shaking violently. Even without his goggles in place, he recognized what was happening. Blood pressure elevated, pulse rate rising, breathing rapid and irregular, drop in blood oxygen levels imminent… Between her raspy breaths and choked sobs troubling words leaked through, hinting at what she clearly couldn’t tell them. Blood. Wind. Glass. Hurt. Storm. Dead. Aaron. School. Book…Donnie shook himself out of his stupor, rushing to his father’s side and skidding onto his knees.

“She’s having a panic attack!” he explained frantically as he pulled her away from the broken china cup on the floor - the teacup she was given clearly suffered in the panic. “How’d I not see it before?! We’ve gotta—” At the sudden weight on his legs, all thought fled his mind. His eyes dropped to the shaking body huddled against him, the head buried in his armored chest, and the two low pigtails brushing against his side. He turned in dismay to his father; Splinter nodded gravely, hastily lighting some incense at the table. Donnie forced back his nervousness to focus on monitoring Amber’s vital signs and ignoring the unnaturally red hair whispering across his skin.

The first thing to manifest in Amber’s mind was warmth; the second was a strangely familiar aroma of coffee and clean grease, and the pungent, smoky perfume of burning incense. A strong hand rubbed slow, calming patterns on her back while another held her close to something warm and smooth, fingertips poised carefully on her neck.

Out of the darkness, a low humming broke through—soft, slow murmurs from another lifetime promised patience and understanding—promised to fix her broken soul.** Last of all, a dusky brown came into view as the memories faded from her mind’s eye. That was a familiar brown, she realized fearfully. A glance upward revealed the truth, and two concerned hazel eyes fixed on hers; the humming stopped.

HOW did she wind up in Donatello’s LAP?! “Eheh…Hi?” she attempted. Though the worry never left his eyes, he cracked a weak smile.

“Hi.” She glanced awkwardly from the turtle still rubbing her back to Splinter.

“How’d I get here? Please tell me I didn’t jus’ crawl into his lap.” Neither answered, triggering a deep blush. Yup…she just crawled into his lap - didn’t even buy'im a drink first. Splinter scrutinized her silently a moment, then momentarily locked eyes with his son.

“Your soul has some very deep scars, Miss O'Brien,” Splinter murmured softly as he gathered the shattered china - regretful of the loss, but not condemning the cause. “Scars that are too tender for inspection, much less display. If you are willing, though, I may know of a way to see your past without forcing you to speak it. Would you care to try?”

Amber thought long and hard, still flustered at being seated across Donnie’s very warm, very comfortable lap—a lap she had no memory of invading. Search though she did, though, she still came up with the same answer. “If it’d clear my name an’ prove that you have nothin’ to fear from me? I’d do just about anything.”

“What’s going on, Bruh?” Mikey whispered. Leo shushed him as Raphael lumbered over. The three of them peered warily into Splinter’s room where he and Amber sat back to back, silent and still, clearly in deep meditation.

“Sensei’s trying to see her past,” Donatello answered gravely as he joined them. “Talking about it sends her into a panic attack; he’s hoping that deep meditation will reveal what she can’t, in the Astral Plane.”

“Wow, she knows how to meditate?” Mikey eyed her warily. “Maybe she’s a ninja—or a Jedi! OW!” he exclaimed at Raph’s brain-duster.

“She’s knocked out, Mikey,” Donnie answered dryly. “I had to sedate her…again. From what I understand, the last train that passed over triggered a panic attack…just like we saw in the Station.”

“What made her afraid of the subway?” Mikey asked dubiously as they watched their sensei at work.

~~~~~Another time, another life, another world~~~~~

The two people in the front seat seemed to have not a care in the world, Splinter mused. He didn’t quite care for the music they were blaring, but they were obviously very happy. What he couldn’t quite understand was why he was in their backseat, and where Amber was in this memory.

“Shaddup,- O'Brien!” the blond man grinned as he skipped another track. “Ozzy could kick Sinatra’s ass any day of the week!” The woman in the driver’s seat grinned widely, swatting his hand away from the stereo.

“Willis,” she shot back. “There’s more to life than who kin- kick whose arse—an’ Sinatra’s not that bad! His music’s got a great—”

“Rammstein!” Aaron interrupted loudly, yanking a massive CD binder from under his seat and digging through it like a man possessed. “O'Brien, please tell me you’ve got some Rammstein in here. All this culture’s gonna make me puke.”

“Yer gonna make me puke.” Splinter studied the driver intently; he couldn’t believe it! He’d heard that voice, that awkward accent before—it was the voice and accent of Amber O'Brien, whose memories he was currently experiencing. This woman looked nothing like the Amber he’d met, though…this woman had to be at least two hundred pounds and several years older, and both warm brown braids were liberally streaked with grey. “You do realize 90% of Rammstein’s music is just foul language and banging, right? Ya won’t find any'a that crap in my car.”

“Picky. So, word is they’re gonna make a new TMNT movie soon!” Aaron piped up; the car swerved sharply and she grinned over at him excitedly.

“Yes! Omigosh, yes! When?!” Aaron burst out laughing.

“Psych!” he cackled. “Oh, the look on your face—was Donatello wearin’ pants again?” Her entire face red as a beet, she whacked him in the shoulder.

“Screw you, Willis. Why did I ever tell you about that dream? I mean, seriously?” 'That Dream…’ As though she hadn’t dreamt of that Donnie for years, his refractive hazel eyes, his shy, gap-toothed smile, his permanent slouch...Damn. Hello, Gutter. “Ugh,” she groaned reaching down to rub her right knee. “I can’t wait to git out'a- this car—my knees’re- killin’ me.”

“I’d say that’d teach ya to jump in front of a bus, but it prob'ly wouldn’t.”

“Dumbarse, Fer the las’ time, I didn’t jump in front of a bus. Some damn idjit- ran a red light an’ hit me in the crosswalk. Startin’ to think I preferred ya hungover—at least ya were quiet.”

They had to be driving through a war zone, Splinter thought sorrowfully. What else could have turned the small town into such a disaster area? Trees were ripped up, buildings crushed, even the very pavement the car drove on was gouged and crumbled in places. Amber, hadn’t spoken since they crossed the city limits and stared fearfully around her searching for landmarks that no longer existed. By the time they reached the remains of her home, it became abundantly clear to the unseen passenger: somehow, despite the drastically different appearances, he had indeed found Amber O'Brien.

From atop a pile of provisions, Splinter watched Amber and Aaron. The Town Hall’s basement, though touted as a Fallout Shelter, was never meant for so many people and conditions were ridiculously crowded. Aaron bustled from one place to another making himself useful; Splinter never expected such selflessness from him after his behavior in the car, but he supposed even his boys were prone to misbehavior among friends.

As of yet, Amber simply sat in a vacant corner staring through the wall as though she were completely dead to the world. She’d not spoken since she and Aaron broke down on her battered front lawn, nor had she eaten any of the meals the blonde tried to coax her with. It was as though she’d simply ceased to exist. Splinter’s heart ached, realizing the truth; she was in shock—so deeply in shock that she’d ceased to think or feel anything. As troubled by this revelation as he was, he missed the moment she finally moved from her corner. Quickly catching sight of her he followed behind as she climbed the creaking stairs and wandered aimlessly away from the shelter as though following a distant call.

“A deep force pulls me toward the window-blind, some impulse urges me to raise the shade; why is it that I tremble, half afraid, with formless terrors running through my mind? What are the dim dread images that bind my hand? Why is my arm so strongly stayed? What sense of overhanging doom has made me fearful? What the sight I shall find? Some warning voice calls out: Go back—go back! I could not turn though fronted by the rack. And so I slowly raise the shade to greet whatever on the other side should lie, and stare and stare in horror as I meet the leering of a huge and sightless eye.” ***

Her empty eyes turned to the window, drawn by a sudden movement and crack of thunder; chills raced down Splinter’s spine. He was only here in spirit and could not be harmed for that reason, but he knew something dreadful was about to happen.

Amber wandered over to the only intact window, peering about with vacant disinterest. As though summoned by the words she’d spoken, a deafening, grinding roar filled the air. A wall cloud loomed overhead as a funnel cloud touched down somewhere southwest of the battered building. Right before Splinter’s eyes, she tucked the book securely in her arms and fell to her knees in the rubble and glass, bowing her head in prayer.

“Please,” she mumbled softly. “Protect my family…protect my friends…protect this town and those who live here. Forgive us our trespasses and guide us in our time of need. Help Aaron understand, and keep him under your care…he’s too stubborn to ask for help.” Splinter’s ears felt ready to burst from the horrible pressure; surely Amber was hurting too, but she gave no sign of anything—pain, fear, sorrow, nothing! “Please, Lord…please wrap your arms around those who have been brought down by these storms, help them rise from the ashes anew, and help them rebuild their lives…thank you for everything.” Finally, the mask broke - regret twisted her eyes and shook her parted lips. “If you gave second chances, I’d ask only for—”

The sudden change in location was dizzying. Splinter gazed around him in confusion, trying to come to grips with what had happened. One moment he was in a small town high school library, standing at the side of a woman who’d died needlessly, next he stood in a familiar chamber. Intricate green and ivory tile, tarnished brass fittings, elegant bronze plaques, bright blue glass skylights and bare-bulb light fixtures…he gazed around him, struggling to make sense of the situation.

The abandoned City Hall subway station…He’d been pulled from a ruined schoolhouse to the abandoned City Hall station! Almost frantically he searched the large cavern; how could he have woken from his trance so far from his family?!

Movement in the corner startled him. He faded into the shadows with the ease of a ninja master, watching as a pile of rubbish shifted with a groan. “Aw, ma heid,”- a familiar voice groaned. Right before his eyes, Amber—the Amber his boys had brought to him—groggily struggled upright, rubbing her forehead right where the glass brick had struck her counterpart in his vision. The truth was all too clear now, though he still couldn’t fathom how it was possible.

When did his life become so complicated?

~~~~~~~ The Lair ~~~~~~~

Splinter came back to himself with a start, glancing feverishly around for his sons. In mere moments the four gathered around him, Raphael shooting distrustful glares at the still unconscious woman still seated against his back. Unbidden, the aged mutant recalled her death - the way she died slumped over on her knees, head bowed in prayer but back abnormally straight in defiance…he shuddered. Finally, sure he had everyone’s attention, the aged rat answered the question hanging silently in the air.

“She speaks the truth…Kimber is gone; Amber lives again.”

Amber regained consciousness to the sound of distant arguing. Never realizing she was being watched, she sat up cross-legged, rubbing her aching forehead. “Owww…Di’ I skelp my heid er somethin’?”- she asked weakly, thickly.

“Blunt force trauma to the skull,” Donatello muttered from the shadows. She jumped but gripped her skull again.

“When?” she asked quickly chasing the thick, gruff tone away from her words. “I don’t recall ani'thin’- after that injection.”

Donatello took a moment to compose himself, padding toward her and dropping to one knee at her side. “It’s…” His fingers dug into the worn rug beneath them, anchoring himself in the moment. “You died. Do you remember?”

“Of course, I know I died,” she answered slowly, “what I don’t remember is the dyin’ bit…an’ why’s my head killin’ me?” Donatello stared through the still smoking incense, his shoulders fairly trembling. “Donnie?”

“A cube of blown architectural glass,” he muttered, then hesitantly met her eyes. Her lungs forgot their purpose when he gently, almost timidly brushed her punch red bangs away from her forehead. The contact sent a sharp throb through her skull; against her will, she hissed at the pain. His face fell. “The point of impact…It was quick, but I can’t guarantee it was painless.” It took a moment but she finally realized the connection.

“Wait…” She cringed. “Yer tellin’ me I was beaned in the brain-pan- with a glass brick?! The only place in town with glass bricks was Mum’s church!” She scoffed bitterly. “Oh, the irony…everythin’ that congregation put me through wasn’t enough, the building had to kill me, too. I take it Master Splinter was able to see everything, then…an’ he told y'all what happened.”

“Not everything, no, but he gave us the basics…Raphael doesn’t believe him.” A sudden crash rang out in the living room, followed by Splinter shouting in Japanese. “We’re safer in here, trust me.”

“Safe?” she scoffed. “What’s that? I was killed by a church - Nothin’s safe anymore.” She glanced over at her silent company, her cheeks pinking. “So did Splinter figure out how I got here, in this world?” Donnie shook his head, clearly disturbed by something.

“No, but he has an idea. He thinks you and Kimber might be inter-dimensional counterparts—the same soul existing in two different worlds—and that you were somehow drawn into her body when you both died. Sensei says you had regrets which may or may not be a factor.” He dug his knuckles into the worn rug, clearly fighting some unknown emotion. “She died before you got there, probably the night before we found you.” Not yet seeing the subtext, she sighed in obvious relief.

“You have NO idea what a relief that is,” she muttered. “I’ve been so worried I somehow forced'er out of'er own body—that I’m responsible for her death! I just couldn't—Dee, what’s wrong? Ya look like someone kicked your puppy!” He didn’t answer; instead, he hoisted himself to his feet and padded dejectedly out of the room. It wasn’t until later that night when he showed her to the spare cot in the Lab that she figured out what he wasn’t saying.

Somewhere between rumbling trains, memory assaults, and musings about stunning hazel eyes, the sewer faded into the world of dreams.

Still with me, y'all? Sure hope so

Words (Midwestern Twang unless otherwise noted)

- Ain’t'cha? - 'Aren’t you?’ - Ani'thin’ - Anything, a local pronunciation similar in cadence to “Anikin” if the name started with an 'Enn.’ This may be a largely localized pronunciation as I’ve not heard it often and have never heard it outside my own area. - Cowk - Vomit, Scottish slang/Scots. - Di'n’t / Din’t - Didn’t - Ma heid - Scottish slang my head. - Idjit - slang pronunciation of idiot. - Kin - This one has two different possible meanings depending on how it’s used. If it’s used as a noun, it means family, and not only blood relations but the family you choose. It’s not a commonly used term anymore because people tend to associate it with family feuds and redneck living. If the word is used as a verb - as in “You kin kiss my arse,” it’s just a twisted pronunciation of “can,” differentiated because the -a- is instead prounced -i- like bin. - Knees’re - knees are - Out'a - Out of - Prob'ly - Probably - Shaddup / Shuddup - 'shut up,’ generally more common in the South than the Midwest, but in Southern Missouri, it’s not unusual to hear either. The second pronunciation is the more common. - Di’ I skelp my heid 'er somethin’? - Amber’s first major speech relapse, this is mostly an ungodly meshing of twang and Scots. Basically, 'Did I hit my head or something?’ - That much I know’s true. - That much I know is true. - Beaned in the brain-pan - slang 'hit in the head’

NOTES

* Credits for songs: “Time Warp” is by Patricia Quinn, Richard O'Brien, and Little Nell, from “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.” “Feed My Frankenstein” is by Alice Cooper, (AKA, the king of bizarre music) from album “Hey, Stoopid.” Lastly, “Ballroom Blitz” is by the band Sweet, best known for this song, “Fox on the Run” and “Love Is Like Oxygen.”

** The tune is Coldplay’s “Fix You;’ two guesses as to who’s humming it, and you really should only need ONE. It’s pretty obvious.

*** The book Amber reads here really exists. "Dark of the Moon” is a poetry anthology compiled by August Derleth, and includes “poems of fantasy and the macabre.” It’s highly uncommon—there were only a couple rather limited printings and most copies are found in libraries—but it’s very much worth the read. “The Eye” was written by Donald Wandrei and is found on pages 381 and 382 with several other of his sonnets. It appears exactly as it’s typed in my copy of the book and it makes my inner grammar nazi twitch; the correct phrase would be “Why is my arm so strongly STAID,” not “STAYED.” RRRG! Pretty sure its copyright is expired, as the volume was published in 1947.

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