#and the alphas and children are all Clingy because of what's happening

[goddessofroyalty]

Following on about my comment of how in Zaun it's not unusual at all for a whole family to share a bed. In a version of the Zaun Family verse where it's MelJayVik in play, during the Occupation after everyone's ended up in Zaun Mel and Jayce get the true Zaunite experience of having so many bodies in one bed/room with 3 adults and 2 children (Naph + Amaranthine) sharing the smallest bedroom in the Last Drop.

[pan-fangirl-345]

Not All Are Bad

Summary: Dabi, formerly known as Touya Todoroki, was arrested. While being interrogated, he spills everything that his father did to him and his siblings until the day he disappeared from their lives. Now, not only are you and Shouto in danger of losing your pups, your friends are too. It's up to you and Shouto to prove that not all Pro Heroes are abusive parents and spouses.

TW: Enji Todoroki's A+ parenting (heavy 600 ton sarcasm), abuse, swearing, referenced child abuse, abusive relationships (not anyone from Class 1-A), nosy reporters, A/B/O dynamics (I don't think that's a warning, but I'm adding it anyway.), mentions of sex but not actual smut because this is a SFW blog, mentions of pregnancy, discussions of pregnancy. If I forgot anything, or anyone wants me to add something, please let me know! Slide into my DM's or leave a comment. I would hate to make anyone uncomfortable and I will change it as soon as I see the notification!

A/N: This just popped into my head today, so I figured I would write it out! Also, a little run down of how my A/B/O scenarios work is under the cut with the rest of the story in case these kinds of things make anyone uncomfortable!

Quick run-down (if you don't care skip past all of the italics and find the bold words and the space where the story starts):

Alphas: An alpha is someone who's alignment makes them a lot more domineering in certain situations. They tend to be natural leaders and don't appreciate being questioned by someone they perceive as lower ranking than them. They release strong pheromones that allow them a certain level of control over the other alignments, usually omegas, but there are omegan protection laws that keep alphas from using this to their advantage in unsavory ways.

They get ruts twice a year, which means that they just get really possessive of their mates and anyone they consider family. This is expressed in different ways, from your typical A/B/O scenario when they get really h*rny, to simply scenting their mates and family more than usual. They tend to take their ruts off from work, because the chemical imbalance in their brains can sometimes make them go feral.

*When an alpha goes feral they will attack anyone they perceive as a threat to them or their families. They can sometimes go after their mates or even their pups if they think their pups are hurting their mate. It rarely happens among families, but there are extenuating circumstances. Common signs include an excessive amount of growling, snarling, howling, snapping etc. Sometimes, depending on how strong an alpha's alignment, their eyes will flash a deep crimson. (Think Kurapika from Hunter X Hunter)

*When an alpha offers to share their rut with an omega or beta, it is either a related family members (or found family, someone they feel no sexual attraction to), or someone they have been courting with. It's a big deal when an alpha requests that someone they're courting spend their rut with them. It shows that the alpha is ready to commit to a more serious kind of relationship.

*These are the alignments most likely to impregnate an omega or a beta. Rarely are alpha x alpha relationships able to conceive and bring a pup to full term. (For the sake of ease, it's the usual nine to ten months.)

Betas: These tend to be your more neutral alignments. They can smell pheromones, but they tend to have less of a reaction to the other alignments. They tend to keep the peace among packs, simply because they are less likely to become swayed by pheromones. They can snarl and growl like alphas, but they also purr like omegas, they are kind of in the middle of the spectrum.

*They don't have ruts or heats, but they aren't sterile either. They can impregnate an omega or even another beta with little issue, though they have a harder time impregnating alphas. They also have a hard time bringing a pup to term. It's uncommon, but it does happen.

Omegas: Now, most A/B/O scenarios I have read make omegas seem weak and taken advantage of. Not mine. An omega can just as easily sway an alpha with their pheromones as an alpha could with an omega. There are certain things that are just courtesy when in public, and there are laws about using one's pheromones to one's advantage. Omegas also tend to have more of the maternal instincts, but that's not the entirety of their character.

*They are the most likely alignment to get pregnant, and they are the least likely to impregnate another alignment.

When omegas get their heats, it shows mostly the same way as when an alpha goes into a rut, but sometimes they also become a lot more affectionate with younger members of their family since their maternal instincts are on a high, and they tend to become more clingy to people they see as protectors, for lack of a better word, usually their alpha friends or parents, depending on the age. Alphas tend to get possessive, while omegas become more clingy and touch-starved.

Please note: Sex and gender have nothing to do with one's alignment. One's alignment is simply something that happens by chance and rarely makes one less worthy of something than another.

Children are called 'pups' but they are still referred to as kids and children etc.

Children start presenting from as early as nine to as late as eighteen, and it's different for every child. The alignments all have different symptoms.

Alphas become easily irritated, possessive, sometimes they become destructive or even go feral when they present. They also tend to run a fever, and their eyes sometimes turn crimson, even if they don't go completely feral. Female alphas don't get their periods. They just get the rut.

Betas just tend to have their scents change. Pups smell a certain way, but when one presents, the scent changes. They also tend to be more in tuned with their packs' feelings.

Omegas become touch-starved, clingy, and sometimes more emotion. They tend to get cramps and muscle aches. Think about a girl on her period, minus the blood. Female omegas don't get periods or bleed during their heats, and neither do male omegas.

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"Touya, Reizo, come on guys, we're going to be late if you don't hurry up!" you called, laughing as your pups practically climbed over each other to get into the hallway from their room, Reizo with his sweater on backwards and Touya almost falling on his face trying to get his pants up over his knees and his very colorful Pro Hero Shouto boxers.

"Moooommmaaa!" Reizo whined, blue eyes shining brightly as he fixed his sweater. "Touya pushed me!"

"Reizo bit me!" Touya argued, face flushing redder than his hair.

"Come on boys, come here," you cooed, crouching down and gesturing them over. "Do you love me?"

"Of course!" they cried.

"Do you love Daddy?"

"Yes!"

"So you guys must love each other right?"

They glanced at each other, frowning, but flushed, telling you everything you needed to know.

"We're family," you told them, keeping your arm firmly around each of their waists, despite Touya being almost as tall as you. "And that means that no matter how much you fight, or how much you irritate the snot out of each other, at the end of the day, you love each other. Right?"

"Yeah," they muttered, albeit a little reluctantly.

"Okay then," you said, ruffling their hair softly. "And remember, no matter what happens, your father and I will do whatever we have to to protect you and your cousins."

They nodded.

"Alright, now Daddy has the car running downstairs, so we need to get going!" you said, ushering your boys out the door, making sure to lock the door behind you.

"No one forgot anything?" Shouto asked, climbing out of the car to make sure that the boys were strapped into the car properly. "Everyone has jackets?"

"Yup!"

"You have your keys, phone, wallet?" Shouto asked you, opening the door for you.

"Of course," you replied, buckling up, letting Shouto know that he could shut the door.

"Alright, well, we have to get going anyway," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple before he moved to close your door.

"Momma, Dad, why do we have to do an interview?" Touya asked, frowning.

He was your oldest boy, thirteen and a spitting image of his uncle, who he was named after, save for a white streak in his hair that covered his left eye, that he inherited from Shouto.

His quirk was a fire type quirk, and it relied on his emotions. His flames changed color based on how he felt, and when his emotions got out of control, so did his flames. Unlike what Enji had done with Touya, you and Shouto had taught your son to understand and channel his feelings so that he didn't harm himself or anyone else by accident. He was extremely in tune with his feelings, and his communication skills were through the roof, despite his age.

He was also intelligent, already having skipped two grades, and he was much more mature than most kids his age.

You supposed that with both of his parents being Pro Heroes, along with most of your found family, that he had heard and had to deal with things that other kids hadn't been exposed to. Not to mention that he had started taking care of Reizo more and more while you and Shouto were gone, despite both of you trying to make sure that one of you was always home with them.

Reizo was named after his grandmother, and he was ten, with white curls with (Y/H/C) undertones, and heterochromic eyes. One was gray, the other was the same shade of (Y/E/C) as your eyes. No one knew where the curls came from, but you were assuming it was from your side of the family, since most of the photos you had seen of Shouto's side of the family made it clear that it wasn't from him. Reizo's quirk was also some sort of mutation quirk. He was able to manipulate light at will, it didn't matter what kind.

One night, after you had woken up from a nightmare, you had checked in to make sure that both of your pups were safe and found Reizo sitting up in bed with a small ball of light in his hands. He had turned four a few months before, and while the doctors had assured you that he had a quirk, he had yet to manifest it physically.

Shouto had assured you, and vice versa, that it didn't matter if your pups were quirkless, you would love them regardless.

Reizo, even at four, had known that you were upset, so he had put on a little light show for you, and had managed to keep permanent star charts all around his room as he got older. He had memorized so many constellations and their stories that it made your head spin.

You and Shouto couldn't have been prouder of your boys, but that didn't mean that you subjected them to the media the way some heroes did with their kids.

In fact, you had tried to keep your kids as far away from reporters as you could, but you had also coached them on how to deal with them as they got older.

Touya, a recently presented alpha, had become much more protective of you and Reizo when reporters tried to stop you in the streets for questions.

Touya had never been violent, and you had been so proud of him when he had hung a reporter with his own tongue after they had gotten under Touya's skin with personal questions they had no right asking a thirteen-year-old.

"Because some things have been happening with your uncle Touya recently, and people are nervous. We're hoping that this makes them feel safer," you explained, turning in your seat to look at your boys.

Shouto's grip on the wheel tightened enough that it made a small noise, and you reached over, touching his thigh lightly.

"Hey," you whispered, turning back around, "it'll all be okay, we haven't done anything wrong. They have no reason to take the boys from us."

"I know, but he screwed everything up, not just for us, but for our friends too."

"Wait, what?" you asked.

"Bakugou called me to tell me that every hero with pups is going to be getting investigated, just to be sure. He and Kirishima might lose Kazuki and Eichiro," Shouto murmured.

"Fuck," you muttered, quietly enough that you knew your sons wouldn't hear you.

"Bakugou isn't exactly thrilled, but he's too afraid to do anything about it like he normally would."

"I can imagine," you replied. "But it's fine. No one from our class is going to lose their kids. We all love our pups, and we love everyone else's."

Shouto nodded, and you could tell that he was really trying to believe you.

"Hey," you murmured. "We're gonna be okay. Me and the boys and you. We're all gonna be okay."

He nodded again, and his grip on the wheel relaxed a little bit.

Interviews like this always made Shouto edgy, but he was extra concerned about this one and what was at stake.

He hated putting the boys in the spotlight, he hated even taking them to a news station, but he knew that you all had to do this if you wanted to stay together.

"I love you," he murmured, taking your left hand, kissing your hand lightly.

"I love you too Sho," you told him, smiling at him softly.

"Ready to walk through hell?" he asked as he pulled up to the building.

"With you by my side?" you inquired. "Always."

Shouto, as always, climbed out first, drawing a cheering crowd, and opened your door for you.

Then you each grabbed a boy.

Touya moved to stand dutifully by his father, and they both moved to your side.

You had your hand wrapped tightly in Reizo's, who was on your left. Touya, on Reizo's left, had an arm around his brother's shoulders protectively, and Shouto stood at the other end of your little line, glancing at you and his boys every few seconds.

Cameras flashed, and there were fans there to show their support to you and Shouto. Some of them held signs, other had merch.

Touya copied his father, his eyes steadfastly forward unless he was checking on you or Reizo, and his head held high with a confidence you knew wasn't entirely faked.

Reizo, on the other hand, was glancing nervously back and forth as you made you way inside.

"Momma, I don't like it out here," he said.

"I know baby," you murmured, barely pausing as you scooped him up into your arms, hiding his face in your shoulder.

Reizo was small, even for ten years old, and you could easily carry him in one arm while the other rested on Touya's shoulder, a comforting gesture.

Reporters shouted questions, fans screamed for some attention, and some people just watched, stone faced and blank.

Touya opened the door for you, and you ruffled his hair affectionately while Shouto kept a protective hand on the small of your back.

Shouto, who had been the first of you to meet the hosts, lead your family through the building, waving away assistance with enough politeness that no one got offended, but got the point across that he didn't need their help.

"Momma," Reizo murmured sleepily.

"Yeah baby?"

"Are Touya and I going to be taken from you and Daddy?"

"Not if we have anything to say about it baby," you whispered, trying to control the pheromones that were leaking around your scent reduction patches.

You had been straight with Touya about what was going on, he didn't appreciate being treated like a child, but you had sugar-coated the explanation you had given Reizo. He still understood, but it was terms he could understand.

"I love you Momma," Reizo said, clinging to the back of your shirt.

"I love you too baby," you told him, kissing his forehead lightly.

You and Shouto had declined the list of questions the station had sent you, and your PR managers had already 'leaked' it to the media that you and your family were winging this.

You had told the boys to answer the questions honestly, unless they didn't want to answer a question that made them uncomfortable.

You and Shouto had had a long conversation with the boys about this kind of thing, about personal information protection when being questioned, tone of voice, all of it, but at the end of the day, you knew that someone would find a way to twist everything.

Everything seemed to pass in a blur before you entered onto the stage, Reizo still in your arms.

Shouto and Touya were on either side of you, and you suddenly felt as if you had two bodyguards.

"Nice to see you again, Mrs. Todoroki. Mr. Todoroki, Mini Todorokis," Nariko, one of the hosts, said.

Shouto nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulders absentmindedly.

"Nice to see you again too, Ms. Tanaka. I apologize for my husband, his second cup of coffee hasn't really settled in yet," you snarked, nudging your husband playfully.

"Dad doesn't function properly until nine in the morning," Touya added, flashing one of those dazzling smirks that would have people bowing to his every wish in a few years.

"My own son," Shouto muttered, making you laugh.

"It seems like your youngest takes after his father," Tatsuya, the other host, offered.

"Reizo does like his sleep," you agreed, rubbing your son's back soothingly.

"He's been spending too much time with his Uncle Katsuki," Shouto muttered, and you chuckled.

"Hey, when we were in school, you and Katsuki were the only ones that went to be bed before ten," you reminded him, wrinkling your nose in a teasing way.

Shouto opened and closed his mouth a few times before he pouted, tugging, very lightly, on a stray piece of hair that fell into your face.

"So, Touya- is it alright if we call you that?- what's it like? Having both parents be Pros?" Nariko asked.

"I don't mind if you call me Touya," your son said, looking surprisingly relaxed. "You guys don't ask the weird questions that some other reporters do. But, to answer your question, it's been . . . interesting, for sure."

"How so?"

"Well, for once thing, it's always stressful seeing them fighting on TV, no matter if it's a small time attention seeker or a high profile criminal. Dad has been my role model since I was little, even more so since I presented as an alpha. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a Momma's boy," Touya said, sending you a fond look. "So I want to make sure Momma's safe."

People in the audience cooed, and you let out a small purr, ruffling your son's hair.

"What do you have to say to that Mom?" Tatsuya inquired.

"Both Shouto and I already know that Touya is a Momma's boy," you informed them. "Both boys are, though recently Reizo has been spending more time with his father."

Reizo shifted in your lap, slowly peeling his eyes open, glancing around.

He rubbed his eyes as they asked Touya a few more questions, before he crawled from your lap into Shouto's.

Shouto waited for him to get settled before moving to make sure Reizo was secure in his position.

"So, Mrs. Todoroki-"

"Please, call me (Y/F/N)," you interrupted. "We've been doing this since I was in high school."

"Fair enough," Nariko said, smiling at you. "(Y/F/N), what's it like for you? Being a mother and Pro?"

"The separation anxiety in the beginning almost made me quit," you joked, waiting for the laughter to die down before continuing. "But seriously, being a mother is stressful enough, but I was rising through the ranks, so was Shouto. We both knew that our jobs were dangerous, and we made sure that we talked it through thoroughly before we even got together. When I found out I was pregnant, we both took a few days off to talk about things. We both agreed that I was going to take myself out of the field, stick to desk work, that kind of thing, and then we argued on baby names."

"Speaking of baby names," Tatsuya said, making sure you were done before continuing, "you named your son Touya. Care to explain the name choice, given everything that's happened?"

You and Shouto glanced at each other, and you could tell by the look on his face that he was leaving this one to you. He wouldn't be able to get through it if he answered.

"Until recently, we didn't know that Dabi of the League of Villains was Touya Todoroki. Shouto and the rest of his family thought that he was dead. I don't know the full story, since Enji didn't like me to begin with, and Shouto doesn't talk about him much. Shouto was separated from his siblings because of his father."

You tried to reign in all the angry pheromones leaking out, but it was hard. You had never really liked Enji Todoroki, in the uniform or out of it, and hearing about the abuse over the years from Shouto and his siblings had lowered your opinion even more.

"Anyway, when we started talking about names, Shouto brought Touya up. He said, 'I want there to be one Touya Todoroki that gets to see all the good the world has to offer'. Once he told me that, I couldn't say no, besides, I wanted there to be one Touya Todoroki that saw what love was supposed to be."

You took Shouto's hand, interlacing your fingers, and your son took your other hand.

"You got what you wanted," your son told you, voice cracking with emotions.

"So, Touya, do you think that your parents are a good example of love?" Nariko asked.

"Without a doubt," Touya replied, almost instantaneously.

"You answered that very quickly," Nariko told him, eyes wide.

"For those who don't know, my quirk reacts with my emotions," Touya said, setting his hand on fire, the flames a bright gold. "The flames change color based on my emotions. From the first day that my quirk appeared, neither of my parents have ever lost their patience with me. They have both taken the time to communicate with me. They taught me that showing emotions isn't a bad thing, it's something that makes us human.

"My parents have never raised their voices at us, me or Reizo. Even when we probably deserved it, they've never yelled at us out of anger or frustration. Never. They've never laid a hand on us either. I've never seen Dad's eyes change color even a little bit when talking with me, my brother, or my mother. He's gotten mad at a few people who can't take a hint, but he's never been violent around the house. He's never yelled at Momma, and Momma's never yelled at him either. Not in the time I can remember. Dad taught me how to be a good alpha. I said earlier he was a like a role model to me.

"I watched the way he treated Momma and followed his example. Now I know how to treat my future mate, and how to make things work. My parents are a good example of a healthy relationship, love, acceptance, parenthood, and a bunch of other things. They taught me and Reizo that communication is the key to everything. If only it was the key to cooking, because I think that's the only thing neither of them can do."

The audience had been cooing at your sons little speech, then laughed at his unexpected joke.

Tears stung your eyes and Touya seemed to panic a little bit.

"Sorry Momma, I didn't mean to make you cry!"

"I know honey," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "I'm just happy."

He sank into your hug, arms tight around your waist.

Shouto rubbed a hand down your back soothingly, and you pulled away, wiping your eyes.

"So, Mr. Todoroki, you've been very quiet," Tatsuya said. "Why are you letting your wife and son answer everything."

"If there's one thing I've learned in the fifteen years that we've been together," Shouto said, "it's that my wife has a way with words that I lack. Luckily, both our sons have inherited that from her. Besides, I like hearing her and my children talk. I like hearing their voice much more than I like hearing mine."

"And you said you didn't have a way with words," you teased, and Shouto chuckled.

Reizo rubbed at his eyes, glanced around, and crawled over your lap to get to Touya, who let his little brother tuck himself into his side, yawning.

"Finally awake baby?" you asked, turning your attention to your youngest son.

"Yeah," he murmured, stretching before he settled down again. "'M not used to being up this early on a weekend."

"We know," Touya teased, patting his brother on the head.

"Rude Touya!" Reizo whined.

"Boys," you chirped, "save the bickering for when we get home okay? Let these people do their jobs."

"Sorry Momma," they both muttered.

You smiled at them, and Shouto shook his head with a small smile.

"Are they always like this?" Nariko asked, trying to hide a giggle behind her hand.

"Pretty much," you admitted, smiling brightly. "But they are our sons, it's to be expected that they get a little snarky."

"We certainly were," Shouto muttered.

"To say the least," you agreed. "God, high school was rough. We were such problem children, I don't know how Aizawa dealt with us, or any of our other teachers for that matter."

"Speaking of your U.A. days, Touya, you're in class 1-A currently, aren't you?"

"Yes, I recently got my acceptance letter," he confirmed. "I can't wait! I already met some of my other classmates already, since they're cousins of sorts, but it's gonna be great to see where Momma and Dad went when they were my age."

"And you were accepted through recommendations, but you took the public entrance exams didn't you?"

"Yeah," Touya said, nodding. "I wanted to show everyone that just because I was accepted through recommendations didn't mean that I didn't have the power to back it up, or that I thought I was better than anyone else. I wanted to prove that it was through my power that I got in."

Shouto's eyes shined at the words his son used, and you took his hand, remembering the words that Izuku had told him at your first Sports Festival together.

"That's my boy," Shouto murmured, leaning across your lap to ruffle his son's hair.

Touya grinned, fixing his hair.

"Reizo, do you want to be a hero?" Tatsuya asked him.

"No, I want to be a natural disaster first responder."

"Why don't you want to be hero?" Nariko inquired.

"Because I don't want to steal my brother's spotlight," Reizo teased, cutting a playful glare at his brother. "Besides, they're heroes too, they just aren't Pros. Most civil servants are heroes, they just don't have the same title. Momma and Daddy taught me that!"

Reizo beamed at you, and you couldn't help but smile back at him, wrinkling your nose at him, which he did back at you.

"(Y/F/N), Mr. Todoroki, do either of you have anything to say to the people who are questioning whether Pro Heroes can be effective parents?"

"I can't speak for all Pro Heroes," you said, your voice going colder. "But I can confidently, without hesitation, tell you that the entirety of my graduating class- those that have kids- are better parents than most of our grandparents were. None of them would ever hit their child. And yes, we're all training our kids to use their quirks, but it's to teach them control, and we aren't training them for battle. Our children are not soldiers. And I think some people need to be reminded that while heroes are capable of handling situations that others are not because of our training, we're still human.

"Every time we leave our kids, every time we go out, we know that we might not make it back home. I worry about my kids whenever I leave for patrols. Every time I come across a strong opponent, I worry about whether my kids are safe, whether Shouto is safe, whether I'm going to make it back home. And to those that are specifically questioning Shouto's ability to be a parent, I'm disappointed in you. For those that are more than willing to let him walk in harm's way to risk his life for them, but doubt his parenting skills, well, ask any alpha from our class and they will tell you that I was not an easy omega to get to know.

"As an omega that was almost deemed unbreedable, unmateable, for me to let Shouto anywhere near me should be proof enough, not to mention the fact that we have two amazing pups. Not every hero is Enji Todoroki. Not every hero is thinking only of themselves or their image. The reason we're heroes is to help the world. We're not looking for fame and glory. We're looking to keep the world safer for our mates and our pups. We're heroes, but we're human, we're parents. I'm disappointed in every person that ever praised Enji Todoroki for his parenting skills, I'm disappointed in everyone that was fooled by his 'hero' persona. He may have had a license, but when it came down to it, he was no hero, not in any of the ways that mattered."

You leaned back against the couch, tearing your eyes away from the camera, leaning against Shouto's side.

"I have to agree with my wife on this," Shouto said. "My father set the bar pretty low when it came to what being a functional parents as a hero looks like, but our class is setting the bar high. None of our friends have pups that are terrified of when they walk through the door after patrols. None of our nieces and nephews have ever hated their parents with serious intent. Every member of our class, which we all know is still referred to as 1-A, adores their children. Even Katsuki does, and when we were in high school all he cared about was being number one. He took time off from work to raise his pups, and if that doesn't speak volumes, I don't know what does. When we get home, Touya and Reizo always jump to their feet and hug us.

"Katsuki's kids are the same way with him and Eijirou. The number of times (Y/F/N) and I have been knocked over when we get home from patrols is insane, honestly. Denki and Hitoshi's kids are just like Denki, always smiling. We've made mistakes of course- what parent doesn't?- but that doesn't make us bad parents. My father was a bad parent, most of the time he was a bad person, and I made it my mission to not be like him in anyway. I think I did pretty well."

You took Shouto's hand, squeezing it.

"Our class is one big family," you murmured, "and every time the kids are with us or any of our former classmates, they always smile. Like Shouto said, we've made mistakes, and we'll probably make more. We're human, it's what we do, but we're trying our best to be good parents. Our boys know that we just want what's best for them, that we support them no matter what. We taught our kids that it's alright to be afraid of things, but we also taught them that we shouldn't be something they feared. Class 1-A wanted to be the kind of parents where instead of them thinking 'Oh shit, I can't tell Mom or Dad' we wanted them to think 'I'm in trouble, I need to call Mom and Dad'."

"It sounds like you did a very good job," Tatsuya said.

"He's right!" Touya and Reizo chirped.

"You all agreed to wing this interview. We personally watched your PR agents tear up the copy of questions we were going to ask you, though (Y/F/N)'s went further and dissolved hers in water, so you had nothing to prepare yourselves with. Why would you do that?" Nariko asked.

"Momma and Dad are great parents," Touya began. "We knew that any questions you asked us would have only good answers. They get frustrated with us, they get mad, but they handle it well, they never take it out on us. Twist our words however you want, but at the end of the day, that's my final answer. I wouldn't want anyone else to raise me."

"Same," Reizo said. "And anyone that thinks Momma and Daddy are bad at what they do needs to get their eyes checked."

"Reizo," you chided.

"Sorry Momma, but it's true," Touya agreed.

"My boys," you murmured, pulling them both closer, resisting the urge to cry.

"There you have it folks," Nariko said. "I don't think there are any other questions we need to ask."

"None," Tatsuya agreed.

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A few days later, the interview was on TV, and you couldn't resist the urge to watch it.

You were home by yourself for now. Shouto was out on patrol, Touya was at the dorms getting settled in, and Reizo was at a friend's house for the night.

It was clear how much your boys adored you, and it was clear that neither boy was frightened at all of you or Shouto.

Katsuki had called, practically in tears, though whether that was from the sappiness of you and your family or the kind things you had said, you weren't sure.

Most heroes had been cleared of any suspicion, they had started in the higher ranks and worked their way down, so you and the rest of your class had been cleared already.

After you had all learned that you were cleared, kids had been dropped at grandparents' and other trusted family and friends so the adults could celebrate.

It had been nice to see everyone, and there had been a lot of tears (Izuku and Katsuki were the worst, though you had been close to them), but there had also been a lot more laughter and drunken shenanigans that you would never tell your kids about.

Your ranking, along with Shouto's had shot through the roof after that interview, and you and your husband had both gotten tons of fanmail apologizing for ever doubting, and other that said they had never doubted at all and that they were glad that you were cleared.

Shouto had been so relieved when the investigations had been dropped, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"I told you," you had told him one night, and he stumbled across the interview on twitter, along with someone's breakdown of it.

You were lying in bed together, his arm wrapped around your waist as you laid on his chest.

"I know," he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

"You will never be like your father, and you will always be my hero, same with the boys."

"Speaking of the boys," Shouto began, cheeks tinted a little pink.

"Oh no," you teased, pushing yourself up to see his face.

"I . . . I want to have another pup," he admitted. "I want to try for a girl this time."

"Upset that both of our boys are almost as devoted to me as you are?" you asked playfully, moving to sit in Shouto's lap as you both readjusted.

"No, I love that our boys love you as much as they do, but they are Momma's boys," he said. "I want a Daddy's girl."

You couldn't help but chuckle, leaning down to kiss him.

"Let's ask the boys in the morning," you suggested. "Then we can try for a girl."

Shouto beamed at you, and you shook your head at him, kissing him again.

"Dork," you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I would've asked sooner, but with the investigations going on, I didn't think it was the right time."

"You're right, it wouldn't have been, but we would've worked it out. We always do."

Shouto nodded, burying his face in your neck.

"I love you Shouto," you told him.

"I love you too (Y/F/N)."

[kinktae]

bitchin’ || pt. 9 (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 4.7k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: fanservice. that's it. that’s the tweet.

A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness!

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PART NINE

"Okay, just sign your name here, and she'll come to get you when she's ready." The cheery girl at the front desk told you.

You offered her a polite smile, walking over to the sit in the waiting room.

You always disliked these chairs. We were willing to bet money that these chairs have sat in this very room since your university first opened, worn out, uncomfortable, and outdated. Sure, maybe you had been in a bit of a sour mood lately – what with your fake ex-boyfriend dirty dicking you and all – but as you sat there, metal rod poking your spin, you couldn't help but frown.

As you sat there contemplating your school's renovation budget, you hardly noticed the sound of another student walking in and over to the front desk, your stomach churning as you put a face to those loose curls.

"Hey, stranger! What are you doing here?" Kiri's white teeth blinded you, walking over to you once her business with the receptionist was done.

You could feel one of your eyebrows twitch in irritation, swallowing down your scoff as she sat next to you.

"Trying to schedule my class next semester." You responded uninterestedly, contemplating whether or not the suspension from decking Kiri in the face would be worth it.

"Oh, just picking up a termination form. One of our newbies wants to pull out of Kappa Alpha Tau."

Shocker...

"Hey, so sorry to hear things with Jungkook and you didn't work out, by the way." Kiri flashed you a sympathetic look.

An audible breath left your lips, disbelief no doubt visible on your every feature. Did Kiri seriously think you didn't know it was her who home wrecked? Or was she just that much of a raging bitch?

"If you ever need someone to, like, talk to, just know that I'm here. I totally know what you're going through."

Your hands found themselves curling into tight balls in an attempt to keep your hands from shaking. Kiri looked as cool as a cucumber in front of you, perfectly composed, not a single hair out of place.

Then it hit you.

Of course. It all made perfect sense now.

From the moment she came up to you at your event offering her condolences, she had been trying to drive you off from Jungkook. She was planting seeds of doubt about their break up and his character. Manipulation and intimidation were her cards, and she played them well.

Fine. If the rules were being bent, you might as well disregard them altogether. You relaxed your hands.

"Oh, no worries. It's all good, I mean, it's not like we were actually dating." You shrugged.

Rule #2: No one can know the truth.

"What?" Kiri blinked, her smile faltering for just a moment.

You edged closer to her, cocking your head in mock surprise.

"Oh... did you not know that? That our entire relationship was contractual?"

"What are you talking about?" Her full brows furrowing.

You let out a sigh, "Yeah, so, basically, Jungkook would get his frat to fund my event if I helped make you jealous so that you'd come crawling back to him."

The polite mask that Kiri had plastered on finally cracked, her next words clipped and curt.

"What the hell is your damage, Y/N? Do you think I'm some sort of idiot how'd fall for that?"

"Good grief, did Jungkook not tell you? Weird, I feel like that's something he'd need to tell his girlfriend." You puffed out your bottom lip in mock sympathy.

Whatever resolve Kiri had built up crumbled at the way you held her stare, a note of honesty in your voice that she couldn't shake.

"I'm..." She cleared her throat, turning her nose up. "We're not actually back together yet."

"No? Really? Hmm..."

The call of your name crossed the room, and the two of you turned to look at the receptionist, ushering you over with the news that your counselor was ready for you.

You turned to Kiri with a smile, "Guess he didn't want you back as so much as he just wanted back in your pants."

Kiri looked utterly stunned, eyes wide as you stood from your seat, for once, without a clue as to what to say.

"See ya around, Kiri. Let's do lunch sometime. Oh and, happy holidays!" You fluttered your fingers at her, slipping away from her with a smugness you couldn't be assed to hide.

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"Wait... he called you?!" Taehyung laughed, eyes wide.

Yara nodded, scouring through the shelves, a specific book in mind. Belinda Carlisle was playing softly overhead and Yara found herself humming along.

As the holidays rolled around and everyone found themselves back in their hometowns, Yara was surprised to find Jungkook's frat brother browsing through the jam aisle in her local supermarket. As luck would have it, Jungkook's genetically blessed frat brother was from her hometown, the two somehow never crossing paths until now.

What started as a polite catchup over coffee, quickly turned into an everyday thing, the two of them realizing they had more in common than friend drama.

"He did!" Yara enthused. "He left a voicemail apologizing and rambled about how he wanted Y/N's address so he could go apologize, blah, blah, blah."

"That idiot." Taehyung rolled his eyes. He watched as she let out a noise of excitement, looking over her shoulder to announce that she had found the book she was in search of. He grinned in response.

"Anyway, I didn't call back. Because that's exactly how she wants to spend Christmas morning, with that jockstrap knocking at her door, right?"

Taehyung snorted, bringing the straw of his drink to his mouth.

"Miriam is gonna have your head on a stick Lord of the Flies style if she catches you with that drink in her library." Yara warned, to which Taehyung dismissed with a wave of a hand.

Yara was a funny girl; he was pleasantly surprised to bump into her during winter break. He could tell something was off when they first ran into each other, so he invited her out to grab some coffee. It was over a warm cup of coffee – with the most absurd amount of sugar he had ever seen – that she finally shared with him all that had been weighing on her mind lately.

Sure there was the Jungkook and Y/N stuff. Yara was beyond homicidal. Taehyung was grateful for winter break as he was positive she would have rung out Jungkook's neck had she seen him after what had happened. Taehyung himself was astounded to find out what exactly was true nature of the two's relationship, curtesy of Yara, of course. Even if it was fake, however, he knew Jungkook enough to know that the happiness he gave off once Y/N entered his life wasn't.

But more than that, the petite girl was worried about a boy, an irritating one who Taehyung happened to be frat brothers with. Eunwoo had approached her immediately after Kiri left him, spewing some excuse about only dating Kiri because he couldn't get Yara out of his mind.

It was bullshit if you asked Taehyung. But he hadn't the heart to tell Yara that, especially with the way she looked so torn up about it – unsure of how to respond to Eunwoo. He wasn't entirely sure what their relationship was like, but he figured it must have meant enough to her to have her feeling this conflicted.

So he did his best to cheer her up, inviting her for lunch and driving her to their local library, which he had come to find out was her favorite place growing up. They spent many afternoons sprawled out on the couches in the now abandoned children's section of the library... or at least until the crabby librarian yelled at them to leave.

If Taehyung was honest, he didn't care much for literature – he was a math guy – but the way Yara would shove a book into his chest with wide eyes and an 'if you don't read this and tell me your thoughts on it, I'll literally die,' seemed reason enough to keep showing up day after day.

"Have you talked to her about Eunwoo, yet?"

Yara flinched at the blond man's words.

"Why don't we ever talk about normal people stuff? Like the weather, or what sports team played last night."

"Yara..."

"Oooh!" She exclaimed suddenly, "I know, let's talk about President Reagan. Did you hear his speech about tearing down the wall in Germany? Crazy stuff–"

"Dude, why are you so scared to tell her about Eunwoo? You told me." Taehyung interrupted, quirking up a brow. Yara held his eyes for a moment before sighing.

"I just don't want to bring it up to Y/N, you know? She has enough going on..."

"So? She's your best friend. She'll want to help."

"Exactly! She's going to want to comfort me and make me feel better – which will just make me feel worse." Yara groaned, leaning back against the bookshelf.

"I'm... not following." The frat boy admitted.

Surely girls aren't usually this hard to understand.

"Look, I know you'd only known me for a little while, but let me pencil you in. I have a reputation, okay? Yara doesn't get hung up on some dumb boy." Yara wagged her finger at him.

"Does Yara usually talk about herself in the third person?" Taehyung chuckled.

"Yara," she continued, paying the boy no mind, "is an independent woman who likes one night stands and sex without strings. She doesn't like clingy boys getting into her head and confusing her."

Taehyung nodded, "So basically, Yara is scared of catching feelings."

"Shh! Don't tell Yara about what Yara doesn't want to hear." She turned her nose up at him, pushing herself back off the stand to march away from him. Taehyung reached for her arm without hesitation, stopping her departure with a sigh.

"Look, I don't mean to be on your ass about this, but clearly, you feel something for this kid. Otherwise, you wouldn't be spending all your time pining over him."

Taehyung immediately wished he could take back those words as an offended look fell across the petite girl's face, her hands falling onto her hips, clearly displeased.

"Pining? You think I'm pining over Eunwoo?"

Taehyung shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to navigate this situation. As much as he liked Yara, she did spark a healthy dose of fear into him.

"Well... I mean... you're spending your whole break with me just because I can give you a ride to the library so you can read sad romance novels and cry."

"First of all," Yara began, "I happen to enjoy your company. You're a good listener and, frankly, very nice to look at."

Surprise fell over Taehyung, "Nice to look at?"

"Oh, don't act like you don't know." She waved him off, "Secondly, I've never cried. I've let out a sniffle at most."

"Fine, so you're not pining over him. Just get back together with him." He responded.

"I can't."

Taehyung frowned, "Then turn him down."

"I can't do that either." She frowned right back.

"Dude."

"I'm scared, okay!" She whined, thumping a foot against the library's carpeted floor.

"Of what? What's holding you back from going back to Eunwoo?"

"...He told me he loves me."

"And?"

"And I don't even know what that means!" Yara threw her hands up in exasperation, the sleeve of her swear falling down her forearms. "I don't know how to love him back or be a good girlfriend – which I know is what he wants from me."

"Yara, I hope you don't feel like you don't owe Eunwoo anything. Because you don't." Taehyung grew serious, which only caused the torn girl to pout.

"I know, I just... I mean, I don't hate him. But it's scary. Whenever I'm dating someone, I get all up in my head like... Am I supposed to be this someone's person? Possibly forever? What the fuck!"

"No, I get it. It's a lot of pressure." He shrugged powerlessly.

"Exactly! I don't want to have to try and love someone. I want to do it. Like... not to sound like a sappy idiot but sometimes I think about all those stories I read," she gestured towards the books beside her, "about feeling a spark when you kiss your person and just... I dunno. Would be fucking nice, instead of this complicated bullshit."

Yara was far from a hopeless romantic. As much as she loved to read about romance, she had an innate urge to flee the moment the word love came around. Still, she could appreciate the idea of it.

"So then forget about that stuff. Forget about labels and expectations. Just be with whoever you want to be with. Have fun, worry about the heavy shit later."

Taehyung had a very soothing effect whenever he spoke. His tone was low and lovely, and despite the way Yara's head was still running a mile a minute, she appreciated the boy's docile nature. Certainly made her feel a whole lot less anxious.

"I want to. That's how this whole thing with Eunwoo started, ya know?" She admitted, crossing her arms over her chest. "But all men are the same. They say they're fine with keeping it casual, but they always end up falling for me, which, duh, understandable..."

The blond boy let out an airy snicker, a direct challenge to Yara's words.

"Something funny, Tae?" She pressed.

"C'mon, that's not true." He rolled his eyes breezily.

"Oh, yeah? Tell that to my four ex-partners who are all still in love with me."

"Maybe you just haven't met the one. You know... your knight-in-no-strings-attached-armor."

"I'm telling you, no such guy exists." Yara emphasized with a poke into Taehyung chest.

He grabbed the jabby finger reflexively, his long fingers wrapping around the small digit, setting his drink on the nearest shelf.

"Yara."

"Seriously, I've done my research! You're looking at a hot commodity, buddy. I may be a raging homebody, but I am very efficient—"

Suddenly, the petite was trapped against the bookshelf with Taehyung hovering over her, a large hand on either side of her head.

"Please stop talking."

Yara's cheeks flushed in surprise as she met the handsome boy's warm eyes, growing even hotter as he leaned over and pressed his mouth against hers.

He smelled distinctly of vanilla, and it sent her stomach fluttering, reeling in the way he gripped her waist, pulling him into her. She would've lost herself in the feeling of his soft lips moving against hers if it weren't for a cough ringing out from somewhere in the library.

Yara broke the kiss short, ears red as she brought her hands to wrap around her torso defensively, trying her hardest to ignore the way her heart was pounding against her chest as if trying to escape.

"You kissed me!" She scoffed, trying her hardest to seem unaffected. Taehyung shrugged.

"You kissed me back."

Oh god, this was bad. She felt all light and giddy tucked away in this corner of the library, the gorgeous tall man still close in proximity, looking at her through a smirk.

"Yes, well... I'm a very go with the flow kind of gal." She defended, brows furrowed adorably.

"Relax, Yara."

"Well, what the hell was that precisely?! Do you just make out with all your library buddies? Is there some sort of library buddy étiquette I'm not aware of?"

"I kissed you because I wanted to. Kissing is fun." He shrugged. "Some guys just want that, you know."

Son of a bitch.

"You got balls, Goldilocks. Understood. Message received, loud and clear." Yara acknowledged through narrowed eyes.

"Happy I could help, bookworm."

A corner of her mouth turned upwards, admittedly amused.

"Just so we're on the same page... you're not in love with me? You just smooched me for fun?" She looked at him skeptically.

"Sorry you had to find out this way." Taehyung joked, earning him an eye roll.

"And you don't have some ex-lover you need to make jealous?"

At those words, the frat boy laughed heartily, head shaking a firm no.

"Wicked."

Yara hopped onto the balls of her feet, hoping to catch the blond's kiss once more when her mouth met the hardcover of a book instead. She sank back down with an annoyed huff; Taehyung had pulled a book from the nearest self in reach, holding it up between them to pause the eager girl's ministrations.

Poking his head out from behind the book cheekily, he flashed her a lopsided grin.

"Easy there, tiger. What about Eunwoo?"

Yara held his eyes for a moment, wondering how she hadn't noticed what a pretty brown they were until now. She let out an appreciative hum.

"What about him?" She raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk on her lips that had Taehyung leaning back over to meet it with one of his own.

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"Thanks for agreeing to meet with me." You greeted him with a cautious smile as he slipped into the chair across from you.

You were nervous, to say the least, watching the tall man shift in his seat, trying to grow comfortable despite the uncomfortable circumstances.

"This place is disorienting." Erik scanned the mall cafeteria before flashing you a charming smile. "Thought you'd get tired of waiting and head back home. I apologize for my tardiness."

"No worries. I still don't know my way around at the mall, and I've been home for weeks." You grinned back.

A pleasant beat of silence passed between the two ex-lovers, each taking a moment to consider the other. Erik looked a lot older than he did in high school; he had on a brand new pair of glasses that suited him far better than the ones you remembered did. His hair was combed and styled smartly so that they would stay out of his eyes. A stark contrast from the long-haired boy you had come to know these past few months.

Dammit. Your eyes fell onto the red table between you two, cheeks growing warm as you realized your thoughts had drifted back to Jungkook, even with your ex-fiance sitting across from you.

Erik's voice rang out, "I'll be honest. I wasn't expecting you to call me."

"I wasn't expecting me to either." You confessed, your hands intertwining on the tabletop.

Really, you didn't have much reason to be nervous. I mean, it was Erik. Despite the end of your relationship, there was no bad blood between you two. It wasn't the first time seeing him since the breakup either... maybe it was why you had called him that had you so on edge.

You weren't sure exactly what you wanted from Erik. Company? A distraction? Maybe what you were asking of him was unfair, but as he placed a hand over yours reassuringly, you found the wall you had set up crumbling down.

"I can help you, but you need to talk to me, Y/N. If I could read minds, I would be a much richer man." His brown eyes rolled dramatically.

You chuckled. Same dry wit you remembered.

"I met someone."

"Is that what you wanted to tell me? Y/N, you're allowed to date other people. I understand your hesitation, but really, it is time you moved on–"

You let out a scoff, yanking your hand away from the now laughing man. You flashed him a feigned look of irritation, silently grateful for the change of pace in conversation, finding it much easier to talk when things weren't so tense.

"God, you are still just as full of yourself as I remembered." You teased.

Erik shrugged, "Not to sound like a cocky asshole, but is it not warranted?"

You let that question run through your mind. You suppose if anyone had reason to have a big head, it would be Erik. Intelligent, handsome, hard-working– everything a mother would want their daughter to have.

"It is. You've always been perfect..." You mused, a hint of sadness in your tone that Erik picked up quickly.

And all at once, his entire demeanor changed, a serious expression settling behind those frames of his.

"Tell me about him." He instructed calmly.

And so you did— the beginning, the end, and all the beautiful bits in between. You told him about a boy that challenged you in ways you never imagined– a boy who made you feel like the sun. You spoke of every stupid conversation you once thought of as meaningless but now weighed heavily on your heart and mind.

You were mad at him, of course. There was a reason you had been ignoring his calls and ordered Yara to keep him in the dark of your whereabouts, after all. But the more you talked about him, the more you lit up. Erik noticed it too. How could he not? It was that very way you spoke with an uncontainable passion that made him fall in love with you in the first place.

He watched with utmost concentration for the vocal inflections of your words, the slight movement of your brows that always seemed to speak your mind before you did.

It was clear to him that this boy wasn't just a boy. He could hear in the choice of words you used, words that were static and void of variables. But there were certain words you seemed to dance around he realized as you came to the end of the story... words that were evident to all but you.

"So... Analysis?" You breathed out, chest deflating as you took in Erik's frown.

"Above all... did you find out if he used protection? I don't want to presume anything about... was her name Kiri?" Erik paused, continuing once you nodded back at him, "but your health should be your number one concern."

"I had a friend of his ask him on my behalf. He says he used protection... I went ahead and got tested anyway, though, and I'm all good thankfully." You told him.

Whether or not Jungkook had passed along some sort of STI was heavy on your mind the next morning after you kicked him out. Thankfully, Taehyung was more than happy to get the answer you need but were still too damn pissed off to seek out yourself.

"Good." Erik sunk back into his seat, a hand coming up to run through his hair as he considered his next words. You suppose you were grateful to be able to talk to Erik like this still. Sure, he was blunt and sometimes stared at you like you were some case-study, but he didn't bat an eye of judgment at the news of the contract, for which you were grateful. He had known you for too long to find it peculiar that you'd pretend to be someone's girlfriend in exchange for furthering and fulfilling your passion project.

If anything, that was precisely in line with your character. He liked to think he instilled some of those traits into you.

"Well, frankly, I am sorry to hear this happened to you. You're a great girl; you deserve better than that."

Your neck warmed at Erik's words, slightly taken aback.

"Oh, um... thanks, that means a lot coming from you." You expressed your gratitude shyly.

Erik nodded back at you, "Seriously. It was very shitty of him to string you along for so long and for sleeping with Kiri despite knowing how you felt."

"Oh."

"Oh?" He frowned, not expecting your response.

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, pausing to watch a woman with a stroller walk past your table.

"Well..." you cleared your throat, "I'm not actually sure that he knows that I, um, like him... like that."

God, this was mortifying. The first time you had admitted you liked Jungkook and it was to your ex-fiancé? Sometimes you swear you were the protagonist in a mediocre rom-com film and no one was telling you.

Erik paused, "I see. And does he know now?"

"...No."

"I see." He sat up, fingers tapping against the table in interest. He quirked up a brow at you. "Perhaps it wasn't just him who was dishonest."

You scrunched your nose at him, not liking what you were hearing. It wasn't anything that hadn't already kept you up, tossing and turning in bed at 2 AM, of course. You had a feeling this was where this conversation would lead to. Erik, as genius as he was, was fairly predictable in this sense. Rational, dependable... nothing like the spontaneous boy you had fallen for.

"So? Even if he knew, what would that change? He slept with her..." You grumbled stubbornly.

"And maybe he wouldn't have if he had known."

You crossed your arms, "You don't know that."

"You're right. I don't. I don't even know the guy. But you do." He continued, offering you a suggestive look.

Huh. Did you think that would have stopped Jungkook? And even so, would that fact alone be enough to get you to forgive him?

"I... I don't know." Was your conclusion, pulling a hum from Erik.

"Guess the only way to know would be to discuss it with the meathead himself."

"I just... I don't want to get my heart broken again. I, quite literally, didn't sign up for this." You placed your face into your hands, hating how rational Erik had to be.

"My guess? He didn't either. It seems as if you both got more than you bargained for." He shrugged.

"He's definitely not at all what I was expecting..." You trailed off glumly.

When you first met Jungkook, he was obnoxious, cocksure, and grotesquely unbothered. You swore you had never hated anyone more on the first meet. But as you came to know him, you found in him a lot of what you wished you found in yourself. Approachable, flexible, spontaneous...

You just wished it all didn't have to hurt so bad.

"You and I are a lot alike, you know." Erik spoke up once he noticed you fall silent. " And I only realized this recently, but I think that was our downfall. When I asked you to marry me, what I was asking of you... Well, it was unfair. Because I know I would never accept that if I were in your shoes."

Your head shot up at his words, hands quick to wave at him dismissively. Asking him to meet you here was not to discuss what had gone wrong in your relationship, and you didn't want him to think that it was.

"Erik, that's okay you don't have to—"

"No, no, what I mean is... we made perfect sense together and it didn't work out in the end. This meathead of yours is nothing like you and maybe it's for the better. You said it yourself that he makes you feel important and formidable." He pressed on.

"Are you trying to imply the notion of opposites attract? Because I personally believe that's a myth and that we're drawn to those similar to us—"

"Puzzle pieces."

"Wha— Huh?" You blinked, blind-sighted by the calm man's sudden words.

Suddenly, Erik readjusted in his seat, leaning in close as he nodded his head.

"Think of life as one big puzzle, and everyone you meet is shaped differently, right? Yet somehow... they fit. We find those that complete us. And they're not necessarily opposites but—"

"But different pieces in the puzzle." You sighed, understanding the metaphor.

You raised a brow at the intellectual man, "That was uncharacteristically poetic of you. I thought you were a man of science... since when do you rely on literary devices to get your point across?"

Erik let out a dramatic sigh, fingertips pressed to the rip of his glasses, leaning back into his seat as if showing his greatness.

"I'm a growing man, Y/N. Science helps you understand the mind and the body, but as far as the heart goes... there's only so much it can tell us." He tutted wisely with a wag of his pointer finger.

"Wow. I dig this character development. I quite like this new you."

"Wanna get married now?" He deadpanned suddenly, a laugh ripping out of you at his unexpected words.

Erik grinned at the familiar sound, also finding the humor within his joke. He was pleased to see that if anything, he could at least momentarily take your mind off of your heart's turmoil.

"Ask me again in another three years." You rolled your eyes, grinning wide, to which Erik threatened that if Jungkook didn't by then, then he just might.

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Right In Front Of You...

Request: Dean x Reader. The reader is hunting with Sam and Dean, and she is constantly getting annoyed at every single thing that Dean does. And she always acts very bad with Dean with this making dean think that she hates him. And that makes me very sad because he has feelings for her but when Dean saves her sacrificing himself from hunting gone wrong. She starts to develop feelings for him.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Reader is a bit of an asshole, language, a little bit of fluff, Implied alcohol abuse, SPN level violence. I think that’s it.

Word Count: 2300

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one!

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You had been hunting with the Winchester now for six months, and man it had been a long six months. 

You were used to hunting alone and having to hunt with people, two people to be exact, was an adjustment for you that you weren’t exactly handling all that well. 

It wasn’t exactly in your nature to have to look out for two other people around you. You didn’t know how to handle the fact that there were two other possible casualties beside yourself, and it made you on edge, to say the least. 

Sam keeps telling you that you will get used to it, that after a while it would become second nature, and it’s just something you would adjust to, and once it does being alone would be strange for you. You on the other hand weren’t so sure. 

Sam, you probably could get along with. He wasn’t as... well…clingy.

Your problem seemed to be with Dean. 

He was dominant, he was controlling, and he always acted like his idea was the best idea. He was always trying to run around acting like the Alpha male or something.

It got under your skin, you had been hunting just as long as Dean, you knew how to survive without him, and for some reason, he just treated you so fragile, at first anyway.

After about three hunts he figured out quickly that you knew what you were doing, and back down. 

Some anyways.

Then it was the constant following you around, sitting next to you, wanting to always talk to you, well trying to talk to you anyway, Dean never was very good at holding a conversation with anyone, so usually, he just stands there staring at you, which honestly you found a little weird. 

You didn’t like being close to people, because if you got close to people you always ended up having them ripped away from you. So it wasn’t like it was second nature to just sit and hold a conversation with someone. 

Thankfully he’d finally stopped following you around like when you jumped down his throat one night after a hunt. He was trying to hover over you, wanting to help you stitch up a small cut on your arm, you were tired, and just at the end of your rope.

Maybe you shouldn’t have lost it like that with him, but at the time, you just couldn’t stand the clingy behavior anymore, and just wanted to be alone.

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“Sweetheart, let me do that, please?  I’ll get it cleaned out, and stitched up if you will just let me help you.” Dean pleaded, his voice soft and honestly, it made you feel things that you didn’t want to deal with.

“No Dean, I’ve got it.  Go get some food or something,"  you mumbled, trying to ignore him.

Dean knelt down in front of you, placing his hand lightly on your knee, you stopped what you were doing, giving him a death glare.

"Get your hands off of me, Dean,” you warned, not sure what he was doing, but you were ready to take him out if you needed to. You didn’t like how he was always so touchy with you, because that was just you, always expecting the worse, and always on the defense. 

“I just want to help.”

“I DON’T WANT YOUR FUCKING HELP, DEAN!!!"  

Dean shot back like he’d been slapped in the face. Literally landing on his ass.

"I don’t need you, want you, or anything else that involves you! I’m not some damsel in distress that you need to save! I’m not Sam! I can take damn care of myself, and I don’t need you to do anything for me, or because of me! For weeks now you’ve been stuck under my ass, and it’s getting on my goddamn nerves, so back the fuck off!”

Dean sat there on the floor at the foot of one of the beds in the dingy motel room, looking at you like you’d just kicked his puppy. Getting up slowly he said nothing, just grabbed the keys to Baby, avoiding making eye contact with you, and leaving you to your work.

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That was the last time Dean Winchester ever spoke to you, and that was two weeks ago.

From then on if he needed something he sent Sam to ask you for it, or to check on you. He bought himself a separate motel room when you had to stay overnight in a town for more than one day. He wouldn’t even look directly at you, at least not while you were looking at him. 

He did what you asked him to do, left you alone. 

It bothered you, but you couldn’t put your finger on why. 

You did notice him drinking a lot more than he usually did, but hell, you all drank in this job. Getting drunk enough to go to bed at night, and hold the nightmares at bay was just part of the job description.

He became more and more distant from you as time went on, which brings you to where you are right now. 

In the middle of an old abandoned house, walking up the stairs, an angle blade, and a flashlight in front of you, with Dean about three paces behind you, walking backward, and looking down the stairs. 

You both knew that the demon had been taking small children, and you were both pretty sure that he was trying to either make some kind of new demon army spawned in the local town’s people’s children, or he was a really sick fuck. Either way, he needed to die.

When you made your way to the top of the landing you turned the knob on the door slowly, opening the room up at the top of the stairs. It was dark, damp, and seemingly empty. You Look behind you at Dean to see if he saw anything from his angle. Just as you turn to look at him, Dean’s eyes widen, and you feel the air shift behind you.

Before you had time to even turn to see the damn thing face to face Dean was already pushing you against the sidewall, throwing himself in front of you, just as the demon threw the angle blade in his hand, impaling it into Dean’s stomach. 

Before you could even react Sam rounded the corner with Ruby’s knife, stabbing the damn thing in the neck, effectively killing it as it’s body flashed and fell to the floor. 

You turned and made your way over to Dean, who was now laying on his back, a blank look threatening to cross over his face, the angel blade laying on the ground next to him that he’d obviously pulled out of his own body.

“DEAN!” you yelled, slapping the side of his face, attempting to keep him awake, your hand pressed over the profusely bleeding wound in his stomach as his piercing green eyes searched for you through the darkness that threatened to try and overtake him.

“Y/N?” he asks weakly before reaching out to you, finding the side of your face, tears streaming down it now that you didn’t even notice, grabbing the hand he had stretched out to you. His skin was pale against yours, you vaguely hear Sam yell for Cas, but nothing really registered aside from the fact that you were about to lose Dean. 

Your mind was mush as you looked down into the eyes you never really allowed yourself to look into before. 

You realized now how stupid you were. All this time you refused to see what was right in front of you. You pushed him away, and all he was trying to do was show you how much he truly cared about you. 

“Dean, you stupid jackass why didn’t you just let it kill me?” you ask, putting your hand on the side of his face, and with the last little bit of strength he seemed to have in his body he leaned down into your hand. 

“Because I couldn’t watch the woman I’m in love with die, even if she does hate me,"  Dean said, one big tear rolling down the side of his face. Fighting to keep his eyes open he looked at your shocked expression. 

Something inside of you always knew, but for some reason your own fears and insecurities made you push him away, and now you were standing here wondering if it was too late. 

"Dean, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see what was right in front of me,” you mumble to him through your own tears.

Dean’s eyes were being too close, and his skin became paler, he was losing the fight to stay conscious as Sam desperately tried to contact Cas.

“Dean wake up!!” you screamed, slapping him in the face a little harder as he struggled to look at you.

“You don’t get to tell me you love me, and then just lay down and die!”

With that, a flutter of wings sounded behind you, and two long fingers pressed down on Dean’s forehead, a blinding light appeared throughout the room. 

For a moment you all thought Cas was too late until Dean’s eyes fluttered open with a deep breath.

Wrapping your arms around him as he set up on the floor you held him to you as close to you as you could, tears flowing freely now down your face as relief washed over you, you almost lost what you so stupidly pushed away, but you were never going to do that again; from now on you were going to let him in.

No one had ever given their life for you before, and you had a lot of making up to do with Dean. 

You’d hurt him, you see that now, and you were determined never to do it again. You were wrong, and you almost let the best thing that ever happened to you die. One of the things you wanted the most but were too scared to let him in. It was right in front of you, it always was. Yet you almost lost it out of your own bitterness, and stupidity. 

“I’m so sorry, Dean,” you whispered to him as you clung to each other as if either let the other go, then you’d both lose everything.

“Y/N s'okay, I’m stubborn too,” Dean said before a clearing of a throat behind you made you both break apart, and look up at each other. 

“So, can we kill the chick flick moment, and get our asses out of here before we get caught?” Sam said, looking around you saw that Cas was already gone, leaving just the three of you.

Dean stood to his feet, still a little wobbly, but otherwise fine. You wrapped your arm around his waist to help steady him as you both made your way to Baby.

It was a quiet ride back to the motel room, and you brought Dean to your room instead of his own so that you could keep an eye on him. You didn’t want him to be away from you, now that you almost lost him you didn’t want to let him get out of eyesight. 

Once you were both cleaned up and changed Dean laid down on the bed next to you, and for the first time you laid your head down on his shoulder, and let him wrap his arms around, pulling you tightly to him.

“So does this mean you don’t hate me now?” Dean asks carefully, afraid that he’d mess things up for himself again.  

You looked up into the olive green eyes that you were very quickly falling in love with, or maybe you always had been, but you just wouldn’t let yourself feel it.

“I don’t hate you, Dean, I never have, I was just too afraid to let you get too close. This life that we live, it’s not really built for relationships, and everyone I’ve ever let get close I’ve lost.”

Dean looked at you knowingly. He’d lost a lot too, and you never really let yourself see how it affected him, selfishly you were only worried about yourself.

“Sweetheart, there’s a high chance one of us may die tomorrow, but we can’t be afraid to get close to people just because we’re scared to lose them. I’ve lost just about everyone I’ve ever loved, but I can’t not love you, I have since the moment I met you, and I will as long as I’m breathing.”

You swallowed hard, trying to think of what to say. 

“I love you too Dean, but I’m going to need time to get used to this, whatever it is that we are." 

Dean pressed his lips lightly to yours for the first time in a soft, gentle kiss that spread warmth through you like you’d never felt before, and peace washes over you for the first time in years. 

"We’ll take it one day at a time, there’s no rush,” he said to you as he pulled the covers tighter around the two of you, exhaustion of the day getting the better of the both of you.

You didn’t know what tomorrow will bring, you may get him ripped away from you before the sun comes up, but he was right about one thing, you could take it one day at a time, for as long as you had. Even though it wouldn’t be easy, it would be worth it. 

You loved each other, and he’d already proven that he’d die for you, so you weren’t going to be an idiot and let him slip away. This was it, this was where you were meant to be, right here in his arms. This was the home you were looking for, and it was always right there in front of you.

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[cosy-omegaverse]

Lesbian alpha and Omega. They have (a) three years old pup/s and they're possessive. How would they express this possessiveness? Headcanon?

When it comes to alpha female:

She keeps grumbling at every person that look too much at her baby, not wanting a mate that take her child away from home. Their home is perfect with her mate omega and her child, she doesn't want a change.

She is not ready for any change and she probably won't be, at least not in the first twenty years but she knows that her child will grow up eventually and that her baby needs a mate.

As long as she can she would make her child stay at home and remind that child that there is no place like home and that they are allowed to go home anytime when they get their own.

Scenting it's a big thing here, she loves the idea of her baby having her scent and feeling more secure, she also feels better when her child has her scent because it would keep alphas, betas and sometimes omegas away.

And the alpha female will feel really sad when her child gets another scent that it's not hers so her omega will try her best to make her feel better.

When it comes to the females omegas:

Most of them are really good mothers, knowing their puppy's limitations and letting them do most of the things but their own so they can grow up somehow independently but they always remind them how much they are loved and wanted at home as much as alphas do.

They don't really show a lot of possessive attitudes towards their puppies, most of all because they figured their mates have it already covered that part with all the scenting and grumbling.

One of their favourites activities as mothers it's teaching their children how to nest (if it's an omega), they like to show them the right amount of pillows they need and which it's the most comfortable blanket.

They love to teach new things to their children, trying their best as mothers and loving their children limitless.

A little baby whose parents are one female omega and one female alpha will be definitely super happy and really clingy.

The omega female usually argues with her mate alpha female because she is really possessive and sometimes she even keeps grumbling at alphas that look too much at their baby.

Alphas females really love their babies, wanting to protect her little child and letting them do whatever the child wants. There can be situations like:

The omega female seeing her child all cover up with dirt when she got home...

— What is it happening? You were supposed to look after our baby!

— Our baby wanted to play and how can I say no to that eyes?

Or,

— Look at our walls! There are drawings everywhere! How could you let our child do this!

— The baby insisted! Besides we really need to paint that walls anyway.

— I can't believe you can't say no to a three years old child.

That's all I can think of! Hope you like it! Feel free to ask for more! Thank you!

[btgalaxy]

Moonlight ~ Jungkook wolf!au

➳ pairing: jungkook x reader

➳ genre: wolf!au, a little bit of everything tbh; angst, fluff, smut

➳ word count: 5.1k

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Chapter 8

         Days pass and there’s no response from Hobi, absolutely nothing. And after stupidly smashing your own cell phone, you’ve been stuck mooching for the landline every few hours. Jungkook has been questioning why you’re so desperate to get your own phone again, making him uneasy- as if you’re going to plan an escape or what-not- so you’re stuck creeping into his office when Jin isn’t looking to nab the house phone and lock yourself in the loo to try and dial in that same number you’re sure Hobi is ignoring.

You just want to talk to him is all. You miss having your best friend and now you’re worried. You’ve tried June as well, but no answer from that end either. At one point you thought maybe Scarlet Oak had been overturned or attacked or something awful, but a quick phone call to your dad clears that up.

“We’re fine, but I haven’t seen Hoseok in a while, love,” he sighs, regretfully, “If I see him though I’ll tell him to call you. He’s probably just upset, there’s nothing to worry about.”

You graze your teeth over your lip in contemplation, “But what if he’s hurt? What if he ran off and got hurt? What if he’s angry at me and then got hurt?”

“Poppet,” Your dad chuckles down the phone, throatily, “You’re overthinking. Don’t worry yourself. Have you tried June?”

“Yes!” You cry, “She won’t answer.”

He hums in response, pausing momentarily, “Maybe she feels a little bitter too. You know she’s not a fan of the Beta’s children, and Alpha Marcus wouldn’t be overly fond of her getting too close to any other wolves. You two were good friends.”

You sigh aloud. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s just too soon. It hasn’t even been a month. But you just miss them, immensely.

“But will you-“

“I’ll talk to June,” he interrupts you, “I promise. Now will you please let me get back to work? I have a patient in the next room.”

“Fine,” you grumble.

“I love you, poppet.”

A few days later and it’s approaching a week since you started trying to call him, and you’ve still not received even so much as a text to signal he’s actually alive. You swear to God when you get a hold of him you’ll scream at him for not answering you for so long and putting you through this.

Ambling into the kitchen after yet another failed call, you trudge over to the fridge, pulling back the door and immediately picking up a can of cream soda to go alongside a pint of ice-cream which you intend to overpower your misery with. Maybe a chick flick as well. What the hell, you might as well go all out.

Your legs curl underneath you on the sofa with the blanket bunching up at your sides as you cocoon yourself underneath the beige cotton, happily gulping down your soda while flicking through Jungkook’s Netflix account. You become more interested in what he’s been watching though, rather than what you will be, and you come to the conclusion he must have extremely poor film choices; limited mainly to Alien and Godzilla, and a few other generic action sci-fi movies.

Another twenty minutes of poking around in his TV choices too- again, tremendously underwhelming- you choose some new rom-com and slump further into the cushions, sinking deeply. It feels like it’s been a lifetime since you felt this relaxed.

“Luna?” You turn your head in the direction of Jin’s voice from behind the couch. “Alpha should be home soon, so I’m headed off- unless you needed anything?” You shake your head no in response, and are about to dismiss him before you remembered the other day’s events.

You know you couldn’t ask Jungkook much about his personal or pack life, or lack thereof, due more so because of his own attitude rather than his Alpha title. It is at this point you realise just how little you actually know about Jungkook, your own mate.

“Luna?” Your spiralling thought process is interrupted by an awaiting Jin and you are quick to snap from your trance.

“Wait, actually Jin, can I ask you something?” He steps closer towards you and nods his head, signalling you to proceed. “You never told me what a code green was.” You can visibly see Jin’s thought process, etching into his expression as he searches for the right words.

“Code greens are nothing to worry about, Luna. Just a minor attack is all. Code blacks are when we should worry.” His jokey tone and attempt to lighten the situation only further peaks your curiosity.

“Well then what’s a code black?” You tilt your head in confusion and Jin falters under your gaze.

“I’m sorry Luna, I don’t know if I should-“ Upon noticing his hesitation, you try to change the subject. You’ve already gotten him into enough trouble to with your mate, the guilt still present although you two are beginning to get on better terms.

“So, he’s coming home early? Is there something happening?” You question, glancing at the clock to confirm you hadn’t lost track of time.

“Nothing special that I know of,” Jin informs you, a slight blush creeping up his neck as he recalls the compromising position he caught you and Jungkook in the other night.

“Oh...okay. Well, enjoy the rest of your night.” Dismissing him, you turn back towards the TV, now anticipating your mate’s arrival.

You want to get to know him so much better than you do, and how you’ll go about that you’ve not a clue, but surely a destined relationship like this should consist more of just arguments and make-ups and other frenzied kisses and what-not. Actually, you don’t really want to think about this right now, so instead you allow yourself to fall lax in the seat, limbs falling off the side of the couch.

Before you know it, your eyes flutter shut and you drift off into sleep, mind still racing with questions about your mate.

Suddenly, a muscled arm snakes around your neck and pulls you out of your slumber, and you feel a kiss pressed firmly to the side of your face.

“Hey,” Jungkook mumbles into your cheek as you giggle and squirm away.

“Stop,” you laugh, pushing at his head so he moves back to walk around to the front of the couch, “When did you get home?”

He plonks himself down next to you, grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you into his lap, “Only a few minutes ago- I thought I’d come back a bit earlier to spend some time with my mate.”

Your face heat at his words, a subtle rose blooming on the apples of your cheeks, “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” He smiles, squeezing you against him tighter.

“Embarrassing me,” you groan, curling your feet in discomfort.

“What’s embarrassing?”

“Stop!”

“Tell me, gorgeous,” he smirks at you, revelling in the effect he has on you as you hide your face beneath your hands, groaning again as he leans in closer till you’re overwhelmed by his scent surrounding you. Slowly, he pulls your hands away from your face, gently taking your chin to pull it towards him and press a measured kiss to your lips, loving enough to make your stomach flip and heart lurch.

When you pull back with a smile, he rubs his thumb along your cheek, “What’d you do today?”

“Slept till midday, called my dad, the usual,” you sigh, snuggling into his chest as he holds you.

“How is he?”

“He’s alright,” you manoeuvre on his lap, uncomfortably fiddling with your fingers before going on to say: “He said he hasn’t seen Hobi in a while.”

Jungkook stiffens instinctively at the name, tucking his arms possessively around your legs till he has you in his complete control, “Hasn’t he?”

You can feel his wolf snarling beneath his skin, and you’re reminded of that first meeting where the Alpha inside of him fully took control, “No… and I’ve tried to call June, but she isn’t answering.”

“Marcus’ daughter?”

You hum in response, grazing your eyes over your lap, then fleetingly at Jungkook. He’s still got that primitive possessiveness bubbling in him like a cauldron that doesn’t seem to be budging, but he’ll have to overcome it at some point. You’ve known Hobi and June all your life and Jungkook barely a couple of months. It’s clear he’s more irked by the thought of you being with men and this fantasy he adopts that every man pines after you, but he seems to get jealous over the idea of you spending time with females too, just devoting time and attention to anyone but him. It’s needy and clingy, and he never shows that side of him except to you, so not even Jin will believe that he’s truly like it, but really it’s childish. He’s childish, but you just have to deal with it till he finally sees you aren’t going to betray him, nor push him aside for anyone else. You’re his, and he’s yours.

“I could try and contact him for you? Demand she contact you?” He offers, but you roll your eyes with a humourless laugh.

“Love, I don’t think ordering her about will help.” You use the pet name deliberately, purposefully, in an attempt to soothe him and bring back the loving tone to the conversation, and, surprisingly, it works. A smile he clearly tries to suppress bites at his lips till his teeth blare in a shy grin and you could almost squeal in delight. The mighty Alpha of Red Moon embarrassed by a pet name. Cute.

“We can call her again tomorrow,” he tells you, nuzzling his nose into your neck, his breath tickling enough for you to have to stiffen your shoulders and bring them up to your head.

“You mean I’ll try to call her again tomorrow. I imagine you have more Alpha things to do?” You tease slightly, but it’s also true. He’s always working; as an Alpha does, should do. You never appreciated the overwhelming sheer quantity of tasks an Alpha is naturally subject to; acting on pack complaints, sorting quarrels, organising events, minding pack accounts. It’s a lot for one man to carry the weight of on his shoulders. No wonder he gets stressed the way he does.

“If only you’d let me officialise you, we could do them together.” He tries to negotiate, but you see right through him, getting up knowingly off his lap and striding into the kitchen at a quicker pace, ice-cream in hand, headed straight for the freezer.

“Why’d you get up?” He whines, quickly jogging after you to encase you in his arms so you have to waddle to the door. You groan as you pull it back, sticking out your behind to nudge him back with a deep grunt.

“You know I said I wanted more time- and you know it’s not even been a week so it’s too soon,” you announce with a chastising pinch to his arm, making him jolt back with a frown before he leans back into you, aching for contact again already.

“Fine, I won’t go on about it, if you’ll stop calling that wolf from Scarlet Oak,” he says, with an amusing negotiable tone. As if it were up for negotiation.

“Jungkook!” You nearly laugh at his incredulousness.

“I don’t want to share you with him,” he moans, nuzzling into your neck with his hands finding purchase possessively on your waist.

You smirk at him teasingly, “Needy pup.”

“Only for you.”

The next day you wake up with a heavy limb slung lazily across your waist, keeping you in place. You roll over to see your mate’s face, golden tan skin looking untouchable against the plush silk pillowcases, practically inviting you to press a brief kiss to those pink lips. You curl into his touch and he instinctively responds by tightening his grip around you and tugging you closer to feel the body heat emanating from his flesh. Wolves naturally have a higher body temperature than humans, by four or five degrees, and an Alpha even more so, so he truly feels like your own personal hot water bottle. You trace your lips over his shoulder cautiously, enjoying the serenity strewn indolently across his features, but your actions, however, are interrupted by a sudden shrill blasting from downstairs. The ringing of the landline. The landline that is never called. The landline that Hobi will call.

You’re on your feet before Jungkook can even open his eyes.

You pace down the stairs at an unimaginable speed, nearly stumbling on your way as you launch onto the ground at the bottom of the staircase, slipping to the side on the hardwood floor in your white socks. You spin on your heel, ungracefully darting into Jungkook’s office with unparalleled ferocity blazing in your eyes, determined to reach that phone before the ringing ceases. And you do.

“Hello?” You pant into the phone, hearing a gentle patter of feet from above; the whole ruckus having awoken your mate. “Hobi? Is it you?”

You can hear the sound of breathing on the other end of the line, softly exhaling with a feminine sigh.

“Y/N, it’s me,” June’s voice rings like a chorus of church bells, and you feel relief wash through your veins like a blessing.

“June, oh my God, where have you been? I’ve tried calling you for days!” You relent, a sleepy Jungkook trudging in as you speak, “What about Hobi? Is he there?”

Jungkook frowns over from the doorway, confused why you raced downstairs at such an alarming pace, but you ignore his grimacing and focus solely on the voice echoing down the line.

“No, no he isn’t. I just- I needed some time to myself. I-“ She swallows loudly, loud enough for you to hear it on the phone, unnerving you.

“You what?”

She pauses briefly, before choking out, “Yoongi ended it with me.” She begins to cry, and all you want to do is run back to Scarlet Oak and go straight to wherever she is and cuddle her until she feels better, until she forgets whatever that arsehole must’ve done.

“June…”

“Is your mate there?” She bites back the tears for a second, an inelegant sob forcing it itself from her throat.

“Uh, yeah he is.” Jungkook perks up in curiosity, beginning to move closer to you till you hold out your hand in front of you, signalling him to stop.

“Can I- can I speak to you alone?”

You look at Jungkook fleetingly, grazing your teeth across your lips in contemplation. He’s not going to like it. He’s told you outright he doesn’t want you to keep anything like this from him before, and you honestly feel subconsciously a tiny bit irritated June is putting you in this situation, but you also have to consider what she’s feeling. And you wouldn’t want any of her friends or her mate listening in to a personal conversation between the two of you, so, with a sigh, you respond.

“Yeah, of course. Just a minute.” You bring the phone down and press the mute button, exhaling as Jungkook looks at you inquisitively.

“What’s she saying?” He interrogates, striding towards you in spite of the hand you raised signalling him not to come closer.

“She said,” you begin, as he sits on the edge of his desk, “She wants to speak to me alone?”

“Why would she say that?” He retorts, automatically becoming defensive and protective, his wolf vexed by one of your friends telling you he can’t be here.

“She’s just upset and wants to talk to me without you snooping around.”

“I’m Alpha, I do as I want,” he counters childishly, adopting an adamant facial expression.  

You roll your eyes, gesticulating towards the door, “Out. You have work to do anyway, you told me last night. Go do it and I’ll tell you about this later.”

He purses his lips and flares his nostrils, a sign he really cannot conceal his anger from you even if he tries, then reluctantly stalks out in a strop, not sparing you a second glance. He’ll have to get over it; you’re allowed your own space whether he likes it or not. He’s going to have to accept it when your own study is ready too- which will be entirely off limits to any Red Moon Alpha lurking about.

You press the unmute button and bring the phone back to your ear, “June, he’s gone.”

“Thank you.” Upon hearing the sincerity in her tone, you lean forwards onto the surface of the desk, waiting for her to continue.

“I’m sorry I never called… truly. I know you know about Hoseok and I, and I’m so sorry that happened. I know we’re both unmated, but still I understand why it was wrong and why you’d be angry at me- at both of us.”

“I’m not angry,” you insist, but she ignores you and carries on.

“Yoongi broke up with me the day you left, only a few hours after we said goodbye, and I was just angry that you found your beautiful Alpha mate and the one man I thought I loved and loved me back dropped me like a lead balloon and I was just so hurt and I didn’t have my best friend here and I needed comfort and I- we- well Hoseok was sad too and he was there and… I assume you get the picture.”

You nod to yourself grimly, scrunching up your nose in distaste, “I do.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry everything happened that way.”

“It’s alright, June,” you tell her, “I know it must’ve been difficult.”

In fact, you know exceedingly well how difficult it is to feel hurt and alone without anyone to talk to. More than she’ll ever know.

“Y/N, I’ve missed you so much. So much.” You can hear her cries again, “I’ve wanted to talk to you since the moment you called Hoseok that night.”

“Me too,” you respond, truthfully. “I’ve missed you more than words can say. I’ve got so much to tell you.” She laughs a little amongst her tears in response. It really is all you’ve been thinking about, even more so since the incident with Jungkook. The sound of a faint door slamming signals your mate’s leaving, and you sigh aloud at his trivial nature all of a sudden. Is he really that angry you wouldn’t let him eavesdrop?

The two of you fall unusually quickly into your old routine of gossipy conversations after overcoming the awkward breakup barrier. It’s a nice feeling to know throughout all of this, your friendship should always survive and flourish even though you’re hundreds of miles away from her. She tells you about Alpha Marcus’ new plans to reinvent the pack house so it’s more accessible, and you tell her all about Red Moon and Jin and life away from Scarlet Oak.

“What’s it like? Living with your mate? It must be incredible to be leader of the house- of your own pack now, even,” she gushes.

You settle further into the sofa in the lounge you’ve moved to- after about half an hour in Jungkook’s office you began to feel a bit claustrophobic so retreated to the open living room- and adjust a pillow on your lap, “It’s actually nice. At first it was daunting and… I suppose there were a few obstacles we had to- overcome, but it’s nice to have someone that loves me, that will only ever love me. Granted, he seems to be damn sure I’m going to cheat on him or something. He’s so jealous all the time.”

She laughs throatily down the line, “He’s an Alpha, what’d you expect? Dad was the same about mum when they first met- it’ll get better with time. By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask- I assume he’s marked you?”

“Yes…,” you frown, unsurely.

“And mated?”

Your breath hitches in your throat at her bluntness. You haven’t even thought about the mating process since your reconciliation and even that was brief and clouded by that heated kiss you shared; that interrupted kiss you shared. Jungkook hasn’t mentioned anything about it to you, nor tried to initiate anything other than loving kisses and cuddles, so you haven’t thought about it. His wolf must be urging him though, to try something. You’re surprised your own wolf has gone so long without giving in to one of his gentle caresses of your cheek.

“No… actually we haven’t,” you admit, somewhat ashamed of your lack of intimacy with him.

“Really?” She sounds genuinely shocked.

You stammer over excuses in your head, “It- it just hasn’t been the right time.”

“Oh…” It falls awkwardly silent as you search for a new conversation topic. She must think he isn’t attracted to you, or that you’re to scared, or maybe something terrible. Any other Alpha and Luna pairing would mate as soon as possible, under the influence of the hormones released to make them desire each other more- or in other words just make them horny as hell so they can’t keep their hands off of each other. And suddenly you feel a tiny bit self-conscious. Doesn’t he want you like that?

“Y/N, don’t overthink it,” June interrupts your thoughts.

“What?”

“I know what you’re like. I shouldn’t have brought it up. He probably just wants to take his time. You wouldn’t want it to be meaningless, like Hoseok and I.” She tries to justify his actions, but you just don’t want to listen. The sound of Hobi’s name, however, peaks your interest again.

“Wait, have you seen Hobi recently?”

June’s rambling ceases at the question, “Hoseok?”

“June, who else.” You roll your eyes at her horrific obliviousness.

“Hoseok,” she repeats, again, “Actually, Y/N, he took off a while ago.”

It’s like the blood drains from your face, leaving you blank, “He what?”

“He told me an opportunity had arisen, and I was so upset about Yoongi I didn’t think he meant leaving Scarlet Oak altogether. Y/N I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t want you to worry and you have so much on your plate with-“ You don’t even let her finish before hanging up the phone and jumping to your feet.

Hobi? Gone? It’s almost a quiet confirmation of all your worries coming true. That he’s gone, hurt, dead. How could he do this? How could he leave Scarlet Oak? That pack is his home, he was raised on that land, raised with you. You never should have left him. You should’ve stayed and made sure he was okay before dropping everything to be with your mate. You knew he loved you, and it must have killed him to see you leave like that. You feel inexorably selfish.

Before you can think, you’re picking up the phone again to dial in the number of the only person you could think that could help you right now. The only person that has the ability to try and fix your mistakes.

“Alpha Taehyung? It’s Y/N,” you breath down the phone, biting your lower lip nervously.

“Y/N? What is it? Has something happened? Is it Jungkook?” His words are frantic and frenzied, and after knowing what Jungkook did to you the last time you spoke his panic is undoubtedly justified.

You begin stammering over your words, “No, no, no it’s fine everything’s fine, it’s just- Alpha-“

“I told you to call me Taehyung,” he interrupts.

“Oh, right, sorry, Taehyung.”

“Don’t apologise. What is it?” You sit back down into the settee, running one hand up and down your thigh to calm your racing nerves.

“There’s something I need help with, kind of urgently. My friend- a friend from Scarlet Oak- he’s missing.”

He repeats, “Missing?”

The words begin tumbling out of your mouth unstoppably amongst your anxiety, “I just called my old Alpha’s daughter, and she told me he hasn’t been seen since I left. And I’m worried he could be hurt or worse, and- and I just need some peace of mind,” you plea, “Please.”

“Right,” he pauses, “And I assume this ‘he’ is not someone Jungkook can take care of?”

“He’s too jealous to see I care about him only in a brotherly way.” Your tone becomes irritated, reflecting your mood regarding Jungkook thoroughly, “I really need you to do this Taehyung, please.”

“Y/N, of course. There was no doubt about it from the second you called, I promise,” he ensures you, and you relax into the seat with relief, “I’ll always be here for you.”

“Taehyung, I appreciate you more than words can say.” You could cry with happiness.

“I’ll get on it straight away.”

“Thank you so much,” you exhale, “And if we could keep this from Jungkook just for a bit then I’d-“

Suddenly, the phone is ripped away from your hands by a blazing Alpha, barking profanities down the line at Taehyung before you can even consider protesting. Everything blurs underneath the sheer volume of Jungkook screaming at that man, and you feel the guilt hit you like bricks and make your mouth dry. Only seconds pass before he hangs up the phone, pointing it at you with an unimaginable vehemence beneath a killer grip to make his knuckles whiten.

“You can forget using this phone ever again,” he snarls, blaring his canines looking ready to pierce into flesh.

You almost gasp in response, “Jungkook!”

“No!” He thunders at you, with a fury ignited in his eyes, “You knew how I felt about that fucking Alpha and you just called him on my own fucking phone! What are you trying to do? Plan another escape with him? You got another fucking thing coming if that’s what you’re thinking.” He begins stalking towards his office at a speed you cannot keep up with, scrambling to your feet to trail behind him with a red face from the anger you similarly feel towards him.

“Hobi’s missing!” You finally scream at him, unleashing the ball of anger that’s accumulated inside of you.

“Fuck that damn wolf always taking up your fucking attention!” He yells back, completely ignorant to the fact your closest friend could be absolutely anywhere.

“Don’t be such a child, you idiot, I cared about him long before you!” He slams the door in your face before you’re able to continue, abruptly locking you out and leaving you fuming in the corridor.  

You, however, are far from done.

Your fists clench as you begin pounding them against the door relentlessly, resolute not to allow him to shut you out like this and throw these trifling tantrums.

“If you don’t open this door right now I swear to God I’ll run into town and find a new mate that’ll actually help me if you won’t!” You can hear his growling turn feral, but for some reason amongst all this anxiety and anger it only fuels this rage you’ve become engrossed in.

“We aren’t even mated technically! You don’t seem to have any fucking interest in that so maybe Jimin would actually be attracted to me, or Taehyung seems to be especially fond.”

The door flings back and Jungkook bolts into you, driven by a ferocious anger-induced lust to hastily grab your chin and slam his lips against yours, pressing his entire self against you. It’s wrong for anything to happen this way, and you’re more than aware of that, so you don’t let it last long before pulling back as his arms snake to your back.

He growls into your neck, raking his teeth over the mark before returning to your lips, a frown riddled into his features.

“Fucking stop saying shit like that. I can’t deal with it,” He mumbles against your mouth, squeezing your backside with a firm look on his face.

Your body responds to his touch despite your fury, “You confiscated the damn phone and my best friend is missing, what was I supposed to do?”

“Not call Taehyung.”

“Well you wouldn’t help me if –“

“Do you ever just shut up?” He barks, kissing you open-mouthed and sliding his tongue against yours. It feels so much more intense beneath such fury to kiss like this, thus for a second you allow it, savouring the way he nips at your lower lip to then massage it with the wet muscle and make you feel desired, the way you didn’t feel earlier, but again, it doesn’t last long.

“Stop kissing me, we need to talk about this,” you insist, shoving him away and striding into the office with a newly-found determination steering you to take the ‘confiscated’ phone from the desk and hold it next to your chest.

“First of all, you aren’t taking away phone rights. That isn’t even a thing. You can’t come storming in all angry jealous and then start throwing about orders like that,” you remark, holding an unwavering gaze on his infuriated figure.

“Well don’t call Taehyung.”

“Second of all,” you ignore his comment, “You need to get over this jealousy. It’s too much and I don’t like feeling as if I’m being owned like a piece of property. I’ve given you as much as I can, as much as I am able to, but for you to carry on treating me like the last piece of meat is just too much.”

He falters momentarily, digesting your words and thinking up his own response.

It’s a breath of fresh air to finally see him actually listen to you, and actually process what you’re saying. Maybe one day you’ll get to the point where the two of you could sit down and have a real conversation about things before letting them get out of hand and arguing till your heads hurt. But perhaps that’s a bit much to ask.  

About a minute or so later and he finally rolls his eyes in exasperation, moving to take you into his arms. You go to struggle away, but he holds you tighter against him.

“I’ll find out where that damn dog is, alright? Just come to bed with me, I need to sleep away for a bit this fucking migraine.” You gasp before smiling up at him thankfully, jumping up into him with a grin and launching into his arms.

“Thank you!” You could squeal at his agreement, but he just grumbles in response, far keener to avoid the topic for now and just hold you in his arms till you can both sleep away the memory of yet another argument.

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No one was about to argue with the crown prince as Levi carried Eren through the gates of the barracks. Letting Erwin organise everything, they were shown through to their quarters for the duration of their stay. The room wasn't up to Levi's standards in terms of cleanliness, with the smell of clove cigarettes soaked into the fabrics of the room. Laying Eren down, Levi unclipped his fur coat, about to move away when Eren's hand grabbed his arm weakly. Turning back, he sank down onto the bed, reaching up to cup his boyfriend's cheek "Hey, you. I thought you were sleeping" "Mmm, was. Where are we?" "At the barracks. Armin is with Erwin" "That's good... I'm..." "Don't say you're sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for" "I ran away" "Really? I hadn't noticed" "I'm sorry for making you worry" "I understand. It... it hurt you left, but when I talked with Erwin, he made me understand how hard it must have been for you to be there" "I wanted to... ask Historia, but I didn't dare..." Gently sliding his thumb across the tear mark on Eren's cheek, the omega nuzzled into the touch "It hurt so much. M-my stupid magic wouldn't work... I thought I was going to die" "There was so much blood, and your body so weak. I feared I'd lose you, but you fought so hard. I was so proud. I am so proud of you" Eren grew teary again, turning his face away "I'm sick of feeling like this... I'm sick of crying, but I can't stop thinking about them" "They've been on my mind too. I had no idea what to do, expect be there with you" "That's all I need... but I understand if you no longer hold affection for me. You deserve children, and someone who can give you them" "Children aren't everything. I don't love you because you are supposed to be able to give birth. I love you because you're always giving your best, and trying your hardest for Eldia. You care more the people of the kingdom than yourself. Besides, you're now the public lover of the prince" Eren groaned at him "I still can't believe you did that. We agreed to keep this in the shadows, that we could never be more than what we were" "Between Petra and Zeke, and your disappearance, I lost my head. Normally I am much more composed" "I know... It's... it's been hard not being with you. I needed sometime to recover, and I needed to think, but all I could think was that you were angry and disgusted with me" "I thought you were beautiful as you fought to birth your clutch. I know it caused you pain, but your swollen stomach and small breasts, watching the eggs slide from you, dripping with my come... you... you're amazing" Honestly, Levi had found the whole birth erotic. While he'd been scared for his lover, Eren's vulnerable state did all kinds of things to him that he didn't think possible. Rolling away, Eren pushed his face into the pillow "I'll... I'll never be like that again" Shit. He didn't think his reassuring words through "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I'm shit at this. What I'm trying to say is that I didn't find it disgusting" "I feel so empty. I knew they were dead. I thought if I could just find somewhere to give birth, you'd never find out... I knew they were dead, Levi. I knew it... why can't I get over this?! Why am I so fucking weak?!" Climbing over Eren, Levi spooned up behind him. Kissing his boyfriend's shoulder, he slid his right hand down Eren's arm until he found the omega's hand, interlacing their fingers "You're not weak. You've just been through something heartbreaking. I know you don't cry unless something is truly wrong. These tears don't make me mad, or make me care any less. If you'll remember, you weren't the only one to cry..." "This is all my fault. I shouldn't... I shouldn't be like this, over what happened" "Don't talk like that. Sometimes life isn't fair. Here, get some rest. Zeke is off doing his own thing until dinner, then you'll be on my arm" "But... my face" "Is beautiful" "The scales make people uncomfortable" "Fuck them. I dropped the ball when I didn't realise you were pregnant... you were right there... and I was so busy with work, I didn't know" "No... no, I didn't want you to see... I didn't want to get your hopes up..." Eren's breath hitched before he began to cough. He hated Eren's coughing fits, his lover seemed so pained each time, yet he couldn't do anything about it "Shit, brat..." "I don't feel very good" "You're exhausted and you need to rest" Eren's coughing continued into gagging, releasing his lover, Eren scrambled to sit on the edge of the bed, drooling and heaving until he finally threw up a tiny puddle of sick. Crawling to sit behind Eren, he rubbed his back gently "Better?" "Mmm... my stomach's felt off tender since..." "Your magic hasn't healed it?" "No... its not like it's sore, just tender" "Is that why you're not eating?" "Kind of... the first few days... I was still... not in a good headspace" "I'd say you're still not. If I have food brought to the room, will you eat?" Eren sighed as he slumped back against him, both hands moving to rest on his stomach "Maybe... being with you... it makes it better" Levi's heart gave a funny little jump with happiness at Eren's words. There wasn't much to be happy about right now, but his lover wanted to be with him "Something soft?" "Porridge... but not too much" "And some tea" Eren nodded, rubbing his forehead against Levi's cheek "You and your tea" "You're the same. Just because it doesn't have your fancy herbs..." "Ginger is good for an upset stomach... but just the thought of it makes me feel sick" "Do you want to take a shower? Or a bath? These are the barrack leader's quarters, so there's both a private shower and bath" "A shower... I don't think I'll stay awake if I have a bath" "You can take as long as you like. No one expects to see us until tonight. Erwin's organising clothes for you and Armin" "Levi, no offence, but I don't feel like sex" "I didn't mean to make it sound like that was what I had in mind. I just wanted you to rest. Zeke wants to speak with you. There was a rumour that you're heavily pregnant, and now he wants to see if those rumours were true" "I don't know if you told me or not... my head's really fuzzy" "Try not to think too much about it. I'll take care of everything" "I know you will. I'm going to take that shower now" Eren managed to fall asleep standing in the shower, Levi growing concerned when the food he'd asked to be to brought up, arrived before Eren exited the bathroom. Slumped against the wall, Eren was snoring while the water ran down his back and dripped off his arse. Other than a slight widening of his hips, Levi couldn't see any signs of him having been pregnant. No stretch marks. No cute little breasts with engorged nipples. Shaking his head, Levi turned the water off, Eren mumbling something unintelligible as he just about tripped over his feet, turning towards him. Grabbing the top towel set out on the bathroom vanity, he bundled Eren up, before carrying him out to the bed, the teen a clingy mess as nuzzled into Levi's neck. He couldn't deny it. Clingy Eren was absolutely adorable... until the towel grew soaked and Eren grew cold. Drying him down, he had nothing for his boyfriend to wear, so wrapped him back up in his cloak, then settled them both down on the bed, the tray of food placed to sit beside them. Trying his luck at feeding Eren one handed, he managed to shove the spoon into Eren's nose, Eren laughing softly as he stretched against him "You don't need to feed me" "You're pretty much asleep, but you need to eat" "Just let me handle it... wasn't I in the shower?" "You fell asleep standing up. I didn't have clothes for you yet, so..." "No. It's ok... you should have woken me properly" "Maybe I wanted to try feeding you?" He didn't know what he was supposed to do anymore. What the boundaries were, or what Eren was going to think once he wasn't off in la-la land "My nose says otherwise" Yawning, Eren wiped porridge against Levi's cheek as he tried to nuzzle him. The omega then letting out an unimpressed huff "Fine feed yourself then, but you're sleeping once you've eaten" Reaching for a napkin off the tray, by the time he'd turned back to Eren, the teen's head was lolled back as he let out a loud snore. God. What was he going to do with him? * Eren had been so sure Levi would no longer love him. He'd been an absolute mess as he pined for his alpha, and his lost clutch, leaving Armin trying to comfort him over something he knew nothing about. Convinced he'd lost both, he gave up completely, until Erwin sent word to Armin that Levi wished to see Eren. Well, Levi sent word to Armin that the Prince wished to see him. Now that Armin knew he was dating the prince, he didn't feel quite so shit about turning up on his door. The main issue now was how everyone else was going to take it, and by that, he meant Mikasa. The girl had wanted to be there for him, but she could conceive. She could still have children. She hadn't thrown away her chance to save her boyfriend's life, only for her boyfriend to be the sweetest and most understanding man in existence. Levi didn't blame him, and Eren couldn't bare to tell him that it had all been for him. Levi would be crushed, and if he wasn't angry at him now... he would be once he learned the real truth. It may have been cowardly, but as long as it was still a secret, he could remain by Levi's side... apparently publicly now. He couldn't believe his boyfriend had been so stupid, even if he was grateful he wasn't going to be handed to Marley where he'd be treated like dirt. Armin and Erwin arrived about half an hour before they were due down at dinner. Despite having access to castle funds, and probably more clothes than Armin could imagine, he'd chosen simple black pants with a white shirt... like a mini-version of Erwin. Even their hair was styled similarly. Armin had it so bad for Erwin, that Eren didn't know he'd realised he'd mirrored the alpha, or if everything had been Erwin's suggestion. Whatever it was, it was sweet in its own way, leading him to find his first true smile in days. Levi showered while Eren dressed, Armin and Erwin waiting outside for them. The omega had been given both a set of robes, and an outfit of black with silver accents. Remembering what Levi had said about Zeke, Eren chose the black outfit. The shirt clinging to his lean lines, leaving not much to imagination, and clearly showing he wasn't pregnant. The pants were a little bit tight, his hips had seemed to grow, as had his arse. Nothing a little bit of magic didn't fix, but it wasn't a great feeling, given he was already feeling somewhat self-conscious about his body. After all, stupid Zeke wanted to look at him. Only Levi got to see him like that, and he wasn't in the mood for sex... which wasn't exactly normal when he was alone with Levi. When Levi came out the shower, his boyfriend whistled at him. Eren frowning back at his alpha, too nervous for flirty. All he could think about was Zeke wanting to marry him off to some stranger. Would it have even mattered who? Or would it have been anyone eager to fuck a slut of an omega... and if he did see Zeke, would the man expect him to strip? Would he believe he wasn't pregnant, and that there wasn't a clutch? How did he prove to a man like Zeke that he wasn't actually fertile? He only like Levi touching him, because no one else could ever compare "Don't be like that. You look perfect" "I don't feel perfect. Zeke's going to be watching me..." Eren's hands went to his stomach pushing against the flat surface. Not even the slightest swell remained... just a chronic emptiness. His heat hadn't even come, and it'd been days... it wasn't like he could ask Armin about these things "And if he does anything, I'll..." "You can't do anything. You've probably wounded his pride so badly he's already plotting his next evil scheme against the kingdom!" Shit. He'd snapped. He didn't mean to snap. He just felt so incredibly sick about what would come next. Dropping the towel, Levi stepped out of it, Eren blushing as he turn away. His new line of thought on Levi's body... It should be illegal to be that sexy. Levi's smooth white skin was marred with small scars from war. His perfectly sculpted abs, and his long thick dick half hard, standing out from his neatly trimmed pubes... How was supposed to not be aroused by that? "Something wrong?" "Wha? No... you're supposed to be getting dressed" Walking up behind him, Levi wrapped his arms around him "Really? I can smell you. Your fear. You have nothing to be afraid of" "I don't know, I'm being stabbed in the arse right now" "I can't help myself, when I'm with the man I love, I can't help but to want to hold him" "You can hold me all you like, but I'm not... ok with sex right now" "I'm not asking for sex. I know you're nervous, so I wanted to hold you. To make you feel better... I don't know what I'm doing, it's usually you holding me" Turning in Levi's arms, Eren sighed. Neither of them really knew what to do in a relationship. If it wasn't Levi calming him down, it was Eren reminding the alpha he couldn't go to war with all the idiots in the world "I'm sorry. I'm nervous, and snapping because of it. You being so sexy isn't helping either... can you please get dressed? I'm either going to faint with nerves or throw up again, if we don't leave soon" "Here, come here" Led with Levi walked backwards, his boyfriend turned him at the last moment and pushed him down to sit. Kneeling down, Levi rubbed both wrists against his neck, scenting him "You're mine. No one is going to touch you. Just stay by my side, and if you do get separated from me, go to Erwin or to Armin" "I feel really pathetic right now" "No. It's fine. Even I hate these dinner things. Everything has to be tasted first. All the staff need to be checked, as does everything coming in. We have to make sure that Prince Pin-dick is served Marley cuisine, because Eldian food isn't good enough for him. Then we have to listen to his insults. You know, a fun filled night for all" "And don't forget all their scents. It's a tad overwhelming sometimes. You can never not smell when alpha's are horny, or interested" "If they touch you, I'll kill them" "Don't talk about death so easily" "Anyone who forces themselves upon another..." Levi shook his head, pulling away as he moved to busy himself with dressing "Levi?" "It's fine. I won't let them hurt you" Erwin and Armin were still waiting in the hall, Levi taking his hand to guide Eren through the halls. He didn't know how Levi could possibly be so calm, they were about to make their first public appearance together... as a couple. A dragon and a cursed prince. It was some kind of bad joke. As they walked, the noise of the crowd grew louder, Eren stumbling pathetically "It's fine" "It's not fine. This is a terrible idea" He wished he had a sliver of Levi's confidence. Piping up from behind them, he could practically feel Armin nodding behind them as they walked "Eren, you're dating the crown prince. No one is going to say anything" "Armin, I have a face full of scales, and people think I'm pregnant. I think everyone's going to be saying something. Not to mention, I've been dating the prince, and Mikasa doesn't know" Armin let out a less than comforting "oh", while Levi squeezed his hand. If Eren didn't know better, he'd say Levi was slightly scared of Mikasa. God. This wasn't going to be fun at all. For some reason, the guard at the door felt the need to announce Levi's arrival as "Prince Erwin, and his consort, Eren". Well. It wasn't like he had a chance of entering unnoticed... but any chance that he might have prayed for disappeared. There was clapping, which he had no idea how to respond to, then everyone went back to what they were doing, which seemed to be talking about him. Led by Levi to the high dining table, his chair was pulled out by an attendant, seperate to the attendant attending to Levi. He hated eating in front of everyone, nor did he feel as if he was supposed to be sitting at the same table as Zeke and Levi... and Petra. On Levi's "side" of the table, it was Levi, Eren, Erwin, Armin, then Petra... something Petra looked quite sour over. Eren severely regretted having noticed Petra. Not only was Petra the ex-fiancée, she was now being forced to acknowledge Levi had taken him as his public lover. Scanning the room, he regretted his actions further when his eyes met Mikasa's. Hurt didn't come close to the emotions on her face, neither did confused. Placing his hand on his, Levi squeezed as he leaned in "It'll all be ok. We can talk to her after dinner" If he made it through dinner... It was supposedly easy. You used the knife to cut your food, and your fork to guide the food from your plate to your mouth on a civilised way. Eren fucking choked. Staring down at the two objects in his hands, it was like he'd forgotten how to use them. Even though the rest of the room was making enough noise to hide any small slip ups, he kept catching pieces of conversation, which led to his plate accident being flooded with gravy, and peas being spilt to the floor. The topic of the night was "how the prince had taken a monster for a lover", and "how did they know that Eren hadn't bewitched the prince?". No one in the room trusted him. At the castle, the magic dulled the voices, but there was no such magic here. Further down the table, on Marley's side, a few of the soldiers were discussing how sex with a dragon would even work, and if Eren had more scales beneath his clothes. The worst was of all the voices, was the one he couldn't hear. Mikasa's squad had asked her about him, but when she'd told them she knew nothing, they'd all continued to pester her only to receive no reply. Yeah. Everything was just fucking fine. Having failed the food part of dinner, it became the drinking part of dinner. Marley wine was made available to everyone, while Zeke bragged about the vineyards of Marley. Most of the grapes actually came from Eldia these days. Shipped to Marley to be turned to wine, then sold to Eldia at an inflated price. Silently excusing himself, Eren made for Mikasa, only for Mikasa to turn an make a beeline for the rooms double doors. Following her, her pain lingered in the air as she strode from the room, disappearing before he could reach the doorway. Following his nose, he found Mikasa sitting on the ledge of a small bubbling fountain. In her hands was the scarf Eren had gifted her as children "Mikasa?" "Go away, Eren" "Mikasa, please" "I do not wish to speak to you" It didn't stop him, walking over, he stopped a meter or so short of the female alpha "Then listen to me. I didn't mean to hurt you" "How long?" So she did want to speak? Why did women have to be so confusing? "He is my master. He has been since I took my vows" "That was over a year ago" "I know" "Then why didn't you tell me?! You knew how I felt" "I... did..." "Was it a joke to you? Did you care at all?" "Of course I did" "Then why?! Why wouldn't you tell me? I'm your sister!" "I couldn't..." Mikasa growled, pulling the scarf so taunt Eren thought it tear "Couldn't or wouldn't?!" "I couldn't... He's the prince" "And I'm your family! You lied to me! You lied to Armin! Did... did it make you feel better to lie to us?" "What? No. And I couldn't. He's the Prince of Eldia. It's not like I expected this to become public" "Did he threaten you? Did he force you into this? Force himself upon you?! I'll kill him!" "Mikasa... it's not like that" "Have you used protection?! Don't tell me you were stupid enough to believe him... Don't tell me this has become public because you're pregnant?!" "I'm not pregnant" "Then why?!" Ouch. That hurt... was it really impossible that they could care for each other "Why?!" "Why, what?" "Why him?! His engagement has barely dissolved, and you're in his bed!" "Mikasa, you are being completely unreasonable!" "Answer the question. Did you not care he was engaged?! Did you care at all about his fiancée as you spread your legs and let him fuck you" Eren's hands dropped to his sides. Clenching them into fists, he shook with anger, letting his tongue get the better of him as he replied cooly "I was fucking him before he was engaged. I was fucking him before we knew I was a dragon, and he never wanted to be engaged. And besides, it doesn't matter how many times he fucks me, I can't have children. I'm infertile Mikasa" Mikasa's sent changed from anger to sorrow "Eren... I didn't know" "Of course you didn't. How was I supposed to tell you that I have heats, but can never have children? As if you could understand. You're an alpha, you don't have to deal with people want to fuck and breed you, simply because you're an omega" "I..." "No. I'm done Mikasa. I came out here because I wanted to make things right between us. You're my sister, and that won't change. Even while I was at the sanctuary, I used to think of you and Armin, the trouble we used to get into. I used to think we could have those days again. That we could get them back, but all I can do is keep moving forward. I never asked for Erwin's marriage to be dissolved. I urged him to wed to secure peace, but he made this choice for himself" "He's taking advantage of you!" "How?! How, Mikasa? Because I sleep with him? Because he looks after me, and makes sure I'm ok?! You've done nothing but take your anger out on me and make me feel like a slut, when the only person I've slept with is the man I chose to love" "Your a dragon. Your magic and your scales..." "He loves my scales. I was nervous to tell him I'd been invited to Draecia, but he knew how badly I wanted to go, so he let me. He made sure my time there wouldn't go against the vow to the kingdom I made" "You're..." "He makes me happy" "If you're so happy, why are you here? Why did you spend the week having screaming nightmares, and clinging to Armin? If you're happy, why weren't you with him" "Because I can't have children and I have a heat approaching. How would you feel if your partner was an omega who'd found they couldn't have children. That heats and ruts would never lead to a clutch or a child? How would your partner feel? I fell apart. I fell apart and I fucking ran from him. And you know what, he came here to make sure I was ok" "Don't flatter yourself. He's here to see Prince Zeke off. Prince Zeke has requested your presence" Fucking Petra. What could be worse than a woman scorned? Two women scorned. Two pissed off alphas... With his heartbeat racing in his eardrums, Eren shook his head quickly "I am not having this argument with either of you. The prince has chosen me. And I am sorry you were both hurt. Petra, I believe you genuinely did love him. Mikasa, I am sorry I couldn't love you, for more than the most amazing sister I could ask for" Leaving the area, Petra glared as he walked past. He hadn't wanted anyone to be hurt, and it was Petra's fault for clinging to a dream Levi had said would never happen. Trying to keep it together, he knew his scent was betraying him. It would have hurt far less if Mikasa had struck him, rather than seemed so disappointed in his choices. She wasn't his mother and she needed to stop acting as if she was. She needed to find her own path, like he'd found his... though he'd ended up on his path by pure accident. Returning to the dining hall, the party was still underway. Zeke and Levi were engaged in what seemed to be a tense conversation without Erwin there to "keep the peace", Eren sighing to himself as he walked around the outside of the room, and stepped up onto the slightly raised level where the high table sat. Continuing along, he moved to stand just behind and between both alphas chairs "I was informed you wished to speak to me?" Zeke's smile didn't reach his eyes as he looked him up and down "I've heard a rumour that you were pregnant" "I'm sorry you've been misinformed, as you can see, I am not" "I can't see" Eren blinked a dozen times in confusion. What? He knew Zeke wasn't blind... "What?" "I cannot see. Take your shirt off" Levi growled... This was probably Zeke's revenge for Levi shaming him, by shaming Eren in return "How can I confirm he is indeed not carrying, if I cannot see his stomach?" "It's plain to everyone. The rumour in question stated that Eren was heavily pregnant, as you can see, he is not" "I don't believe it, and I won't that easily. Remove your shirt" Eren jumped and flinched as Levi slammed his hand down on the table "He's not fucking pregnant!" "Then prove it! Or is there some other reason why he should not remove his shirt? I have warned you, I will not take kindly to you lying to Marley over this. Either he takes his shirt off, or he admits he's carrying" Eren sincerely wished he could magically turn Zeke to stone. The anger of the two men had drawn the attention of most of the room. Swallowing hard, his fingers shook as his hands moved to start unbuttoning his shirt "Eren..." Levi's voice was a warning growl, but if the two alphas continued to bicker, things could get a whole lot worse "It's fine, your majesty. I'm not pregnant, and if this proves it, it's fine" Zeke looked unbearable smug as Eren stripped off his shirt. The dining room seeming so much colder as goosebumps erupted across his bare skin. Rising from his seat, Zeke placed a hand on his stomach, Eren nearly vomiting at the touch. Pulling a crystal pendant from his pocket with his other hand, the man held it near his stomach "What are you doing?! Get your hands off of him!" Levi looked enraged, Zeke merely sighing as he looked to the pendant. Eren had no idea what the pendant meant, only that it glowed ever so faintly, before turning black "What the fuck is that?" "A little stone to confirm the truth. It seems he is indeed not pregnant" No fucking shit... Levi growled softly "Then you're done with this ridiculous line of enquiry!?" "It would seem the case" The way Zeke met his gaze, Eren felt as if that was very much not the "case". It was like he was seeing right through him, and like he knew about the clutch "Put your shirt back on, your causing a scene" Pulling his hand away, Eren took half a step back as he sucked down a breath. Trying to do his buttons up, he gave a small whimper as his hand slipped. Having reappeared to Levi's side when Zeke had started making a scene, Erwin turned him from everyone trying eyes, pulling him half a step forward to make sure his chest was hidden from everyone watching by the high back of the wooden chair Levi was sitting in "Eren?" Like a knife and fork, he knew how stupid buttons worked "Sorry. I can't seem to stop shaking" "Buttons have become my mortal enemy with one arm. Take a deep breath and try again" Breathing didn't help when it came to Zeke's scent. Eren wanting to scrub himself raw to remove it... getting most of the buttons into the right hole, he breathed a long sigh of relief "See. Not so bad" Eren looked to Levi's chair, at least he hadn't been dressed by his lover. He didn't think he could survive the embarrassment of that "Go ahead. He was worried about you when you walked out" "I don't know if I can... everyone is talking about us. I can hear them" "Everyone is always going to find something to talk about. All you can do is hold your head high" "I couldn't even eat dinner. I don't know the first thing about doing this. And of this... all I know how to do is smile and try fumble my way through everything" "That's what we all do. Now that he's made all of this public, you'll be expected to attend more royal events" Nooooo. He hated the royal events. Something always seemed to fucking happen. He was a jinx... not to mention his scales "Events? You guys want to let me out in public, like this?" Erwin snorted "You're fine. The first even his royal highness went to, he had to be restrained and removed from the room" "What did he do?" "I threatened to kill an aristocrat for being an idiot. If you're quite done whispering, you may rejoin the conversation" That was so Levi. Absolutely no patience for anyone he considered stupid... yet for some stupid reason, he had all the patience in the world when it came to him "Sorry, sir... Levi, are you joining us?" "No, I'm afraid I let Armin with Mikasa" Ugh... "You should probably get back then... Armin stands no chance against a raging Mikasa" "She was yelling at Petra when a soldier came to fetch me" "Oh..." At least they hadn't ganged up against him, and Levi... that was something, right? "Yeah" "Eren?" Erwin shook his head lightly before leaving him, Eren taking the few small steps to his chair feeling awkward. He was ready to sit when Levi pulled him down into his lap "Sir?!" Squeaking in surprised, Levi wrapped his arm around him, while his other arm slipped under his legs, forcing Eren to sit in his lap with his legs over the side of the chair, and his side alone Levi's chest. He could smell the jealousy on his boyfriend... why did he have to get stuck between two alphas and their pissing match?! Eren was pretty sure, no prince had ever dragged their lover into their lap like Levi was doing now, but his warm hold was soothing his jumbled thoughts. Clicking his fingers, Zeke summoned his attendant to refill their goblets with wine, Eren's moved to sit beside Levi's as his face warmed. It felt so wrong to be waited on. Over the next few hours, Eren worked his was through enough wine to feel a pleasant numbness, that stripped away his filter. Levi's scent had grown much more calmer once Zeke began doing the rounds of the room, leaving them to sit at the high table alone. With his head resting against his lover's shoulder, Eren let out a soft yawn, exhausted despite his nap. This public consort thing was mentally draining, and no doubt it would grow worse as word of his relationship with the prince spread. He just wanted to be normal. He wanted to stay in the shadows and support both Levi and Eldia the best he could, and now he'd been thrust into the limelight. Nuzzling Levi's neck, he yawned again, while Levi moved to kiss his forehead "Sleepy?" "A little" "Let's go to bed. Zeke's busy being Zeke, and I want to make sure he didn't do anything to you" "He didn't... nothing more than embarrass me" "You have nothing to be embarrassed over. Everyone here wishes they were as beautiful as you are" "I don't feel beautiful" "You are. Hold on to me" Looping his arms around Levi's neck, his boyfriend lifted him "I can walk" "Or, I can make it clear to everyone here that you are mine" "I think it's been obvious since you announced it openly" "Let this old man have his moment" "You're hardly old" "I'm glad you think so" "I do... I'm sorry for my behaviour, I was incredibly nervous" "I know, and there is no need to apologise. All of this was sprung upon you" "You've got that right. You went broke all our arrangements in seconds" "I don't regret it. It's one less secret to carry" "We've both got plenty of them" "Someday I might tell you mine, and you will tell me yours" Eren laughed "I might. If you're a good alpha" "I don't know if I am. I feel as if I'm stumbling in the dark when it comes to negotiating a relationship" "I know. The sex is amazing, but outside of that, I don't know what I'm doing" Levi groaned at him, already starting towards the door "How much have you had to drink?" "Enough to silence the thoughts, and to block out the voices" "Voices?" Eren waved a hand towards the soldiers "Dragon hearing. I could hear everything tonight" "Anything in particular I should worry about?" "Half of them thing I've bewitched you as I'm a monster, and the other half want to know what it's like to fuck a monster" Levi looked back towards the crowd with a growl "Please... don't get mad. It's done and it's passed. I just want to go to bed with you" "They're lucky you're so understanding" "They're lucky they have a prince like you, that understands the soldiers here. I like the port, but I don't think I could handle being here full time" "No?" "No... the waves and the ocean are beautiful, but there are people suffering and struggling to make ends meet. It's... it feels a lot like it used to" Too buzzed to know if he was making sense, he didn't care that Levi didn't reply. Seated in Levi's lap, Eren hadn't been feeling very sexy until he'd found himself there. He couldn't quite remember reaching the room, then there had been small touches as they helped each other undress. Next thing he knew, he was seated in Levi's lap, kissing him desperately as Levi's hands groped his arse. He didn't think he was ready for sex, but slightly intoxicated Eren thought he knew best, and Levi's lips felt amazing against his. Breaking the kiss, Eren stared into his boyfriend's eyes "You're so fucking big" Levi's eyes widened before the alpha laughed "With the way you were looking at me, that wasn't what I was expecting" "Do you want to fuck me? Even after what happened?" "Of course I do" "I feel so buzzed..." "I noticed" "I'm wet" Levi nodded "I can feel that. How do you want it?" "From behind. Hard. I want that thick dick to fucking knot me" "But what if I want to keep kissing you?" "Now I want both... fuck me, then let me ride you? But I also want to suck that dick of yours... Drunk Eren doesn't know" "Drunk Eren, can have everything he wants, as slightly Tipsy Levi wants to do it too" "Then why aren't we doing it now?" "I don't know..." Yeah... alcohol was a not so great, great idea. Finding a stash of spirits in the barrack commanders room, drinking seemed to be a great idea... and sex happened... Levi fell asleep knotted him in, while Eren fell asleep pinned beneath him, neither of them with a shred of modesty. Waking with a long moan, needed a moment to process that Levi fucking him sloppily, and he'd just come before waving. His boyfriend wasn't even completely awake, as peppered sloppy kisses to his chest and nuzzled nasally against him. God... so much for no sex for now... and no sex until he worked his mental health out. Grunting, Levi's knot caught, his boyfriend flopping back against him... a few moments passing before he started snoring again... Sober Eren was an idiot, and it took drunk Eren to prove it. He had a boyfriend who loved him to the moon and back, and never would have let them get wasted if it wasn't for tipsy Eren's insistence... and god, how he'd insisted. Levi usually only drank enough to be polite, though he had confessed to him that he really didn't like drinking too much as alcohol dulled the mind... Drunk Eren had poured gin down his chest, for Levi to lick off of him... He'd fucked up. He'd just wanted to forget his depression. He'd just wanted the world outside to fuck off... to not have to think about their clutch. Trying to straighten his cramping legs, Eren whined as his muscles complained. His wriggling and stretching disturbing his boyfriend. New rule. He was going to stick to his word. No sex until his heat came... Second new rule. No more alcohol with Levi. They just had no self control. "Eren?" "No more alcohol" Levi laughed, his alpha dragging himself up to kneel between Eren's legs, sliding his hands up and down Eren's inner thigh, rolling his hips and jolting his knot... Someone was clearly in a great mood "Given the sun's rising, that's pretty much a guarantee. How are you feeling beautiful?" "Like Drunk Eren just taught Sober Eren an important lesson" Humming, Levi leaned down to run his tongue along Eren's stomach lapping at the cum smeared there, his tongue tickling him as he did. Placing his hands on both sides of Levi's face, he pulled him up "That I'm not ok... and that I was too far into my own head to pull myself out alone" Levi's expression softened "I shouldn't have let you drink" "No... I didn't know what I needed. I don't think it was sex, but I do think it was being close to you" Levi wriggled his hips "I don't think my knot's going down" "Probably not, you were very active in your sleep" "I'm sorry... maybe you're right, no more alcohol" "Just for now... I need to figure out things in my head" "What can I do?" "Keep me from falling too far into my own head" "I know you didn't want to talk to Historia, but maybe send a letter to Ymir? She might be able to tell you why this happened?" He wasn't awake enough for an in depth conversation, no matter how deep in Levi may be. Releasing Levi's face, Eren looked away "I know why it happened... I just don't know why I didn't go into heat because of it" "Do you want to go into heat?" With the mood he was in, his heat was the last thing he needed. As far as he was concerned, if his heat never came again, he'd never have to suffer through it for nothing "What? No. Shut up. It's unfair to make me brain like this. And hurry up and go down, I need to pee" "Then to shower, then there's breakfast. Erwin's probably organised a busy day for us" Eren didn't want a busy day, his expression must have shown as much "You don't need to come if you don't want to. You probably still need to rest" "I just don't think I'm up to crowds yet. Is that ok?" "Of course. Once Zeke leaves, we'll have time to ourselves. We can talk about this, about us. Maybe talk about what comes next?" "Yeah. Sure..." Eren couldn't get back to sleep after waking to find Levi had left, not with the sounds of the barracks, and not with Levi being off with Zeke. His boyfriend had sent breakfast up while he'd been downstairs, then returned to sit with him until he fallen asleep with Levi playing with his hair. He wondered if he should maybe seek out Armin, or Mikasa. Mikasa had had a whole night to process everything, with Armin had been there to help her through it... unless he'd ended up in bed with Erwin. God... that was a mental image he didn't need. The alpha was massive, and poor Armin was a beta... Wrinkling his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind only made it worse. His mind happy to provide all the wrong kinds of mental images. All hopes of sleep was now gone, and Armin's virtue was in danger. He'd never done that stupid reading, and could have set Armin up for heartbreak. He'd never imagined Levi could be the alpha for him, if anyone had suggested it before they started sleeping together, he would have thought them insane. Opting for a set of robes given putting real clothes on seemed like too much effort, Eren dragged himself out of bed and dressed, stealing a pair of Levi's socks from his trunk as Eren hadn't any of his own... at least his feet felt snuggly. Not knowing his way around the barracks, and with everyone running away before he even had the chance to open his mouth, Eren slipped into a scowl. Just because he was sleeping with Levi, didn't mean people needed to be scared of him. If anything, shouldn't they want to help their prince? Wandering downstairs, Eren found himself back at the same fountain at the previous night. Sitting in the same space he'd found Mikasa in, the teen closed his eyes, slightly jealous that everyone around him had things to do. Doing nothing didn't agree with him. Doing nothing while being in place where no one trusted him... and thought of him just as Levi's companion... didn't agree with him at all. Sniffing the air, in an attempt to find any traces of Armin, he unfortunately got a deep breath of Zeke's scent, his eyes flying open as he hissed in annoyance. The man standing and watching him from the arch in the brickwork at the opposite side of courtyard area. Making the mistake of acknowledging him, Zeke took a step towards him, Eren standing and squaring his shoulders, trying not to be intimidated, or at least appear he wasn't. Striding up to him, Eren found the world gone and the blue sky above him as he landed backwards in the fountain. Extending his hand, Zeke laughed "It looks like you had a slight accident, come now. We can't have the Princess of Eldia looking so undignified" Glaring as he took Zeke's hand, the thought to pull him into the water crossed his mind for a moment, before he abandoned it thanks to the fact Zeke was an alpha and strong enough not to fall for a such cheap trick. Pulled to his feet, Eren kept his temper "Yes, it would seem that way" "Allow me to escort you back to your quarters" "I can walk myself" "Really? You just had a fall, and your precious prince was with his ex-fiancée the last I saw" Eren set his jaw, giving a curt nod before turning. All it would take was a little magic and he'd be dry again, yet that would only serve to make Zeke angry. Despite being half a step behind him, Zeke led the way back through the barracks and up to the room Eren was sharing with Levi. Letting them in, Eren walked over to the bed, before letting his magic take care of his wet robes "Ah, magic. It must make things so much easier. It smells of sex in here, I suppose you're desperate to conceive, having birthed a clutch and all" Eren was quick to jump to his own defence as his heart started racing "I haven't given birth" "Don't lie to me" "I'm not" Zeke sighed deeply "Eren, give me the clutch, or I will be forced to..." "I haven't got a clutch! I haven't given birth!" "Learn your place omega. Now. Where is that clutch?! Where is it!" "There isn't one" Striding over, Zeke backhanded him. The alpha hitting him so hard that the rings on his gloved hand cut through Eren's cheek "I said, tell me" "There isn't one! There are no eggs!" Shoving his hand into his pants pocket, Zeke pulled the same crystal pendant out from the previous night "This. This says otherwise" "I don't even know what that is!" "It's a little something our scientists have been working on. Made from part of a very interesting egg. You see, it glows when near dragons who had a clutch, or have recently birthed one..." Moving his hand near Eren's stomach, the crystal pulsed with light before fading back to black "... and it's telling me that you have" "I don't have a clutch" Shoving the pendant back in his pocket with one hand, Zeke grabbed his hair with his other hand, pulling Eren down as he drove his knee up, hitting Eren squarely in the stomach and dropping him "Don't lie to me!" "I'm not lying! I can't have offspring!" Kicking him back so Eren hit the side of the bed, the omega glared up at the sneering alpha "Omega... tell me" "There's no clutch!" "You stubborn piece of shit! Just like him" "Him" who? Levi? He was ok with that "And you're a small and petty man" "I command you to tell me what you did with your clutch!" Eren shook his head "There's no clutch" "You have birth, now I command you to tell me what you did with those eggs! Eldia will face the wrath of international law, if you don't!" He fucking hated commands... absolutely hated them... but thanks to Erwin, he knew how to bend then slightly "The eggs don't exist" "You're lying!" "You gave me a command!" "I command you to tell me what you did with those eggs!" He'd thought he'd beaten Zeke for a moment... that was a no... His chest tightened as he tried to disobey the command "I command you to obey my command! You're an omega, know your place!" Giving a miserable whimper, Eren rolled, slamming his hand flat on the floor as sob bubbled up. He couldn't disobey "They're gone..." "I knew it. Now, tell me where they are" "Gone" "I command you to tell the truth. What do you mean, gone?" Whimpering, Eren drew himself into a ball, shaking his head miserably "They were all dead. I can't have children. The eggs were all dead, so I destroyed them with fire" If Zeke hadn't been angry before, Eren was gagging on his anger now. It was as if someone was holding his mouth open and forcing the taste down his throat "If you can't have children, you would never had a clutch to begin with!" "I'm more dragon than human... They performed a ceremony, on their oracle's altar... I can't have children. It's not part of my soul" "Your soul...?" "My magic! Whatever! I can't have children. Those eggs were dead. They never had any magic to begin with! They grew just to rot... I can't have living children, or a clutch" "So you're useless. What a fucking... shame" As he paused mid sentence, Zeke booted him in the side "I'm sure I don't need to tell you that if you repeat this, your boyfriend will die. You've ruined our plans so far, but never again. Now, clean yourself up. You look repulsive" Eren laid curled on the floor until long after Zeke had left. His magic had healed his physical wounds right up, but Eren felt as if his whole body had been contaminated with Zeke's scent. Stripping his robes, he used his magic to burn them in the rooms hearth, before stripping down the rest of the way and heading into the private bathroom. Looking himself in the mirror, he really did look pathetic. He had the magic to kill Zeke on the spot, yet he hadn't done anything. He'd let himself be beaten and responded to the man's commands. Dashing to toilet, he threw up his breakfast, nauseous with his own self loathing. This... this was the last time he was going to be upset. No more stupid tears. No more crying and no more thinking of his clutch. He'd be stronger. If he wasn't stronger, he couldn't stay by Levi's side. If he wasn't stronger, he wouldn't be of any use to the man. He had to be stronger. He had to be the kind of man Levi could rely on... no matter how it really made him feel. He'd bury those emotions and pretend he felt nothing. That's what Levi would do, because he couldn't allow himself time to grieve. His job wouldn't allow that. Scrubbing himself raw in the shower, his magic annoyingly kept healing him through the whole process. He wanted to hurt. To concentrate on something other than the miserable little bitch he was being. This wasn't him. He had to be better. He had to.

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it takes two to make a thing go right (dogboy hybrid au) pt. 1

Rated: M

Warning: Dom themes, possessive behavior, knotting, excessive oral sex, rough sex. 

Summary: What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share. 

Note: jungkook is mean to taehyung in this cuz hes the dom alpha and taehyung tests his dominance too much =( but the smut is filthy and nasty lmfaoo. also i apologize in advance if the writing is a little weird and random in some spots. ive written on this story while being terribly exhausted, and then while being drunk, sad and mad. lol what im trying to say is i wrote parts of this story in numerous states of mind! oh and yes theres gonna be a second part to this so plz dont ask ill get it out asap. enjoy my loves!

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Since the dishes in the sink had gotten dangerously high from neglect, you thought you'd finally set up shop in the kitchen and try to tackle the giant mess. With your laptop sitting up on the bar in front of you playing Bob’s Burgers on Hulu and your big glass of lemonade set to the side, you were totally prepared to spend some time here at the sink.

The reason for there being so many dirty dishes was because living with two male hybrids was like living with two bottomless pits when it came to food. They ate so much, and did not understand the concept of reusing dishes under any circumstances. Every time they ate, it was a new dish being used, no matter how many times you tried to explain to them that their glasses could at least be used more than once.

They were utterly clueless.

Glancing over the top of your lap top into the living room, you saw Jungkook and Taehyung sitting on the edge of the couch, controllers clutched in their hands as they stared intently at the screen in front of them. You huffed a sigh of relief at them finally seeming to be content, returning your attention back to the task at hand.

The past couple of days they had been unbelievably clingy, begging for your attention constantly and not allowing you to get anything productive done at home. Finally after having enough of their constant pestering, you broke down this morning and went to the store to buy them a new videogame for the PS4.

And so far, that had done the trick at distracting them so you could get some work done, but you could only hope it would last.

After you filled the dishwasher up, you started the cleaning cycle on it and continued hand cleaning the left over dishes you couldn't fit into the machine. That was, until you suddenly heard an argument break out in the living room, their voices getting louder as one accused the other of cheating and the other heatedly denying.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and keep your sanity from slipping away. Should have known the peace wouldn't last long.  

Most of the time you tried to let them work out their problems alone without interfering, since they were grown adults after all, but sometimes that just wasn't the best idea.

Like now, when you heard Jungkook's deep growl reverberate through the air.

You knew from past experiences that that sound was bad news, so you quickly turned the faucet off and grabbed your dish towel, making your way into the living room to break up the fight as you wiped your hands off.

The sight that awaited you was nothing if not expected, but it never failed to surprise you at the same time.

"Get off!" Taehyung shouted and squirmed, currently being pushed head first into the couch by Jungkook, who was positioned on top of Taehyung, growling and snapping at the other's neck in warning.

Taehyung snarled in defense, squirming and trying to get Jungkook off of him, but the other hybrid was just so much stronger, making the feat almost impossible. It wasn't until Jungkook bucked his hips into Taehyung, in their strange way of showing dominance, that Taehyung finally collapsed to the couch and bared his throat, whining in submission.

Jungkook huffed, bending down to nose at Taehyung's neck and then nip at it, causing the smaller hybrid to whimper. "You cheated. Admit it."

"But I didn't," Taehyung whined desperately and Jungkook's deep growl sounded again, and that's when you realized you had just been standing there watching and that now was a good time to make yourself known.

"Stop it. Jungkook, get off of him now." You jumped into action, grabbing  Jungkook's upper arm and trying to pull him off of Taehyung, but Jungkook snapped his head towards you and growled in warning. It only lasted for a moment however, because when he realized it was you, he whined lowly in his throat, licking your hand as an apology and climbing off of Taehyung to sit back on the couch.

Taehyung scrambled to sit up once Jungkook was off of him. His ears were flat amidst his hair and he curled slightly into himself, looking at you with sad, literal puppy dog eyes.

God, you wanted to cuddle him so badly right now, but you knew you had to whip things back into shape real quick.

You placed your hands angrily on your hips and huffed in irritation, glaring down at both of them. "Are you serious guys? Can you really not play nicely with each other?"

They both looked guilty now with their flat ears and lowered heads. You once asked them what their least favorite thing in the world was, and their answer was whenever you scolded them.

Hybrid worlds were not very wide and mostly always revolved around their master, lover, or caregiver.

"Since you two don't know how to play nicely, I guess I'll have to sit here and supervise you like children." You told them rather annoyed, planting yourself right in the middle of them on the couch. Immediately, the two of them flocked to you like a magnet. Jungkook went for your neck, nosing at a spot before licking it, scenting you so you smelt like him. Taehyung hugged your arm and rubbed his cheek into your hair, his own way of scenting you.

The video game was suddenly forgotten and they weren't at each other's throats for the time being. This wasn't exactly the solution you were going for, but hey, it was a solution nonetheless.

Life with two hybrids was.... interesting, to say the very least.

And there were somethings you felt like you would never quite get used to.

For example, you don't think you could ever get used to the way Jungkook and Taehyung had to assert dominance over one another. Which, by the way, was by mounting the other one (fully clothed, of course) and giving a few thrusts into the other's behind while growling deeply and biting (not hard) into the other's neck.

Like what Jungkook just did to Taehyung over the video game debacle.

Jungkook was the worst one, and definitely the most dominate between him and Taehyung. He was never afraid to display that dominance either, like when they were playing together, arguing over something, and most importantly, when it came to you.

You never understood why one of them had to be above the other, but then again, there was a lot of things you didn't understand, giving the fact that they were half dogs.

Taehyung has tried to assert dominace over Jungkook in the past, but each and every time has led to a huge fight that you had to get into the middle of and break up. One of the times, Jungkook was so out of his mind with anger, he accidentally bit your arm hard enough to draw blood when you had thrown it out in a haste to get him away from Taehyung.

He had felt so bad, that the next few days after the incident, he wouldn't leave your side, whining in regret and licking your wound diligently. His saliva, being part dog, had helped the bite mark heal more quickly, and for that, you were grateful.

After a while of living together, harmony eventually fell between the three of you and Taehyung accepted his role as the submissive hybrid. Although every great once in awhile, he'd still try to challenge Jungkook, but it was mostly out of playfulness and Jungkook was always quick to put him back into his place.

Life was difficult living with two hyrbids, even more so with them being your lovers.

Sharing as a concept between the two never went over well, they were possessive by nature to begin with, so it was especially hard for them when they had to share you. Their bitch. You were still getting used to being called that, one half of you still finding it on the demeaning side, but the other half of you finding it strangely arousing.

Right now was a good example of their terrible sharing skills.

Jungkook tried to pull you towards him, snarling at Taehyung and the other just whined, pulling you back.

You felt like a rag-doll between them sometimes.

"Stop it, you guys. You're gonna tear me in two." You rolled your eyes, making to get up and return to the kitchen, but they both let out deep growls at your attempt. Back when you first met them, any growl that came out of their mouth frightened you and you stopped doing whatever it was that elicited that response from them in fear of what would happened. But now, you knew better, and knew that they were literally all bark and no bite. It was all about intimidation for them, and unfortunately, the trick just didn't work on you anymore. "Oh, you don't want to let me go? Okay then, you two are perfectly welcomed to go finish the dirty dishes that are mostly from you anyways."

Of course, their deep intimidating growls quickly turned into high pitched whines as they pawed at your arms.

"Baby," Taehyung whimpered when you continued to try and get up.

You ignored their whining and pleading and freed yourself before standing up from the couch, rolling your eyes once again when they got up after you and followed close behind you back into the kitchen. Like two desperately determined magnets.

A grin snuck across your face, but you willed it away before they saw it and realized you weren't upset with them after all. Sure, they really got on your nerves sometimes, but you couldn't help but to find their excessive affection endearing. After all, it came so naturally to them so it was always completely sincere. You were their entire world, and quite honestly, they were yours.

But you hated when they fought with each other, and despite them being your lovers, you were going to treat this problem like you would with any other bad habit of your... pet dog, for lack of better wording. And punish them by taking away something they enjoyed.

Which was you.

So you continued to ignore them as you returned to the sink, twisting on the faucet and picking up a dish to start scrubbing it clean. It was almost impossible to concentrate when they were nuzzling at your neck, their tongues poking out here and there on your skin, licking fervently and demanding your attention.

Being clingy was a normal thing for them, but this amount was unusual, they were practically frantic. It almost had you wondering if their behavior meant something was arriving.

At the mere thought of it, a shot of anticipation and arousal flew through your body and suddenly you were hyper aware of their big, strong hands tugging on your waist and hips. However, you controlled your hormones, knowing full well that if you let yourself get too worked up they would sense it and really be demanding your attention then. In more ways than one.

Taehyung whined, and you felt him rock his hips into you, knowing that he was trying to get your attention by enticing you.

The action didn't go unnoticed by the other however and Jungkook instantly turned his attention to Taehyung, a deep growl crawling up his throat and he abandoned you in favor of backing the other hybrid up against the counter, teeth bared and ears back in anger.

You huffed in annoyance at the fact another fight was about to break out, so you turned the faucet off once again in order to take care of things. "Stop, stop, stop," you demanded tiredly to Jungkook, but he didn't even acknowledge your words and continued to press into Taehyung's space.

"My bitch." Jungkook spat down at Taehyung, and you were surprised when Taehyung snarled back, challenging Jungkook.

"No," he shoved Jungkook back off of him. "She's fucking not."

Surprise colored your features at how Taehyung was not submitting and you suddenly became anxious, worried what was going to happen now. Nothing good ever came after Taehyung's refusal to submit, because Jungkook hated when his dominance was threatened.

"Guys, look at me," you tried, but they were too busy sizing each other up. "Guys!" You bit your lip, thinking hard on what to do, on how to nip this in the bud before it worsened considerably.

And then an idea popped into your head.

"I-I'll go lay down with you and rub your ears if you please just stop fighting!"

That was one of their grandest weaknesses. Ear rubs.

You almost laughed when you saw Taehyung's tail wag at the prospect of an ear rub despite how he was squared up with Jungkook. Even Jungkook's ears twitched after hearing that, and then they both glanced at you, tails lowering as they started wagging in guilt.

Ear rubs were clearly way more important than a dumb fight.

Reaching out your hands, you smiled softly.  "Come on my loves," you knew they loved it when you spoke sweetly to them. It always made them happy. So after that, they eagerly took ahold of your hands and let you lead them out of the kitchen, down the hall and into your shared bedroom.

At least you knocked out most of the dirty dishes. The rest would have to wait a little bit longer, and maybe you'd make Taehyung and Jungkook take care of them.

Once you got into the room, you didn't even have a chance to get on the bed yourself, because Taehyung was nudging you down onto it from behind with a huff. A squeak slipped passed your lips as you caught yourself on your hands in fear of falling face first into the mattress. Heartbeat increasing slightly from the unexpected push.

You huffed out a surprised laugh, looking over your shoulder to lightly scold Taehyung, but the amused look on your face quickly fell when you saw the way Taehyung and Jungkook were looking at you. They stood behind you, eyes dark as they stared down at you like two predators stalking their prey, licking their lips hungrily.

Belatedly, you realized your new position was quite the compromising one. Your face was down and ass was poked out into the air, a delicious and satisfying sight to the two hybrids who kept licking their lips. Jungkook even went as far as to lick his teeth. Their eyes were boring into your ass and when you looked down slightly, you saw the rapidly growing tent in their pants as their obvious arousal began to show.

You gulped in a mixture of anticipation and desire, trying to keep your hormones under control in fear of them literally pouncing on you. "T-Taehyung," you tried to scold with a shaky voice and then turn over to sit on your butt, but you quickly stopped moving at the sound of the deep growl that resounded from Jungkook.

Another gulp, out of slight fear this time.

"Jungkook, baby," you called sweetly in an attempt for him to lightened up on some of his intensity, and then you tried to turn over again, but he only let out another growl.

"Stay." He demanded, moving closer in behind you, but not without Taehyung growling in disagreement.

"Jungkook," Taehyung suddenly whined. "I got her like that, not you, so I get her first."

Jungkook seemed like he couldn't care less about Taehyung's misfortune in the slightest, only giving a snarl in response as he manhandled you to where you kneeling on the bed as well, making it to where you were now on all fours.

If the sight of you before was delicious to them, this one now was absolutely mouthwatering.

Not really knowing why since it seemed to be a lost cause now, you still tried to control your hormones. If you went full on unabashedly aroused, the reaction it elicited from the two hybrids was overwhelming and intense, so you tried to keep it as lowkey as possible while you prepared yourself for what was to come.

It was almost humorous how quickly things turned. It went from giving them innocent ear rubs, to giving them something far less innocent.

Your control on your arousal was slipping, especially when you felt the bed dip behind you as Jungkook climbed onto it. Biting your lip, you looked over your shoulder again and just about lost it at the sight of Jungkook. His teeth were bared slightly from a snarl and it was like he couldn't take his eyes off of your ass. Displayed so perfectly for him to take as he pleased.

It was a total lost cause when you felt a gush of wetness leak out of you onto your panties. There was no holding your hormones back now. And you knew it was now clouding the air when the two hybrids suddenly took a deep breath. Taehyung began to whine frantically, tail wagging as he paced behind Jungkook, wanting so badly to get to you, but knowing he couldn't because of the other hybrid.

Jungkook chose to mount you then, positioning himself to where he was over you and the large and prominent bulge in his pants was now pressed right up against your ass.

You let out a shaky breath, stomach twisting in a burning ball of arousal.

Taehyung tried to slowly get onto the end of the bed, but Jungkook turned on him and growled, making him back away with a whine.

You would scold Jungkook in times like this, and tell him to share you with Taehyung, but Jungkook's possessiveness in this setting was admittedly a guilty pleasure of yours. It made you feel so wanted and desired on such a filthy level - plus, Jungkook always shared in the end. After he got off inside of you, he'd let Taehyung have his turn, so you didn't feel too bad.

But one thing that was even better than letting Jungkook just have at you, was making Jungkook work for it. He always got so riled up, that when he finally got you, he was fucking ruthless. Which you loved.

So when you felt him tugging your tight lounge shorts down, you quickly flipped yourself over to where you were sitting on your butt, a breathless laugh tumbling out.

Jungkook huffed in irritation, immediately going for your hips to just flip you back over, but you moved back away from him until you were up at the pillows. The grin on your face couldn't be helped, this was too much fun. He stared at you for a moment, frowning, before he made to move towards you.

"Nah-ah-ah," you waved a finger at him, lifting your foot up to press against his chest, halting him from coming closer. "You haven't been a very good boy today Kookie, so why should I let you have me?"

Jungkook bent down and licked at your ankle with a whine, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes. "Please," he pleaded, lowering his hand to grab at his aching cock through his pants. His hips jumped from the friction of his own hand.

"Please isn't an answer, Kookie," you were tempted to tease him by letting Taehyung come get you, but you knew that wasn't a smart idea. Things could turn seriously violent then.

Speaking of Taehyung, he carefully and slowly tried to get onto the bed again and Jungkook was too distracted by trying to get you to surrender to notice his movements. So by the time Taehyung was up onto the bed and moving closer to you, it was too late for Jungkook to get him off of the bed.

Now, you had two eager hybrids in front of you, that were very much aroused and with very little patience.

You smirked, deciding to turn this little game up a notch or two. With your left hand, you slowly smoothed it down your stomach until you got to the waistband of your shorts. Taehyung and Jungkook were completely still, watching your hand intently with their ears perked up.

You bit your lip to try and contain the grin threatening to spread across your face but it was a futile attempt. When your fingers slipped passed your waistband, you caught sight of their tails begin to wag in anticipation and impatience. You dipped two of your fingers between your folds and then slowly slipped your hand back out with a pop of your waistband. Lifting your fingers into the air, Taehyung and Jungkook followed the movement closely, their tongue coming out to lick their lips.

It was Taehyung who first tried to lean in to steal a lick, but you simply pulled your hand back and with your other one you placed it against his chest to halt his movements.

"No." You firmly said, and Taehyung sat back with a whimper, rubbing his head against Jungkook's shoulder, in which the other hybrid just turned his head and licked Taehyung's cheek quickly in acknowledgment.

"I want you," Taehyung whined, licking his lips again when you brushed the two wet fingers against each other.

You sighed, stomach twisting in a sharp pang of arousal at how utterly desperate they were to have you.

"You want me?" You cooed at them, and they suddenly became frantic, tails wagging and their heads nodding in agreement. "If you get me, what will you do with me?"

"Breed you." Jungkook said immediately with a growl, puffing his chest out slightly and your foot slid off of him, making your leg fall back down onto the mattress. He stayed put though, despite the lack of barrier now.

You almost moaned at his answer, becoming even wetter and thinking of how amazing it'll feel to eventually have Jungkook's thick cock inside of you - pinning you to the bed as he pounds you senselessly.

Some might say this was down right cruel, but you parted your legs, again gaining their undivded attention as they waited for what was next, and then smoothed your hand down onto your clothed center, patting it lightly.

"You wanna fill me up, Kookie?"

A shiver of excitement shot up your spine at the growl your words elicted from Jungkook deep within his chest. He tried to move to get in between your legs, but you quickly shut them before he had the chance, giving him a smirk and another wave of your finger.

"Did I tell you you could come touch me?" You asked him, but he just puffed a breath out of his nose in utter annoyance. Clearly growing tired of your little games.

But that's exactly what you wanted.

You were so caught up in Jungkook however, you failed to notice Taehyung who had moved in enough to gingerly stick his tongue out and lick at your two fingers that were still damp with your arousal. Honestly, you didn't have the heart to shoo him away, so you allowed him to frantically lick your fingers clean. His ears were laid back in fear of you scolding him, but you just stared at his skillfull tongue, at the way it curled around your fingers and lapped deliciously.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head and you pulled your hand away, much to Taehyung's disappointent, but you didn't care because you were about to give him something so much better.

They watched you curiously, wondering what you were doing, but when they saw you lift your hips off of the bed to start tugging your lounge shorts down, they immediately started whining in anticipation. You dropped your hips, telling them to behave and be patient as you slowly slid the shorts down your legs, taking your time and teasing them as much as you could.

After you slipped your feet out of them, you made sure to keep your legs pressed together for the time being.

"Mm," you bit your lip, gazing up at them with hooded eyes. "Do my babies want a little treat?" You gave them a little preview by spreading your legs slightly, just enough for them to catch a glimpse of your deliciousness in-between and then closing them again.

They about fucking lost it.

You couldn't even try to keep them out, because Jungkook was promptly forcing your legs apart with his impressive strength and making room for himself between them. Taehyung grabbed your leg, pulling it up and outwards so he could have room too, but Jungkook had different thoughts on that.

He growled deeply at Taehyung to back away from what was his, but the other hybrid just lowered his ears to make himself look non-threatening and Jungkook decided to just not worry about it anymore. Everyone here knew whose bitch you were and who would be breeding you first.

Your legs were spread wide, exposing your glistening swollen center that looked absolutely irresitable to the two hybrids.

Yet something was holding them back, like they were so strung-out they couldn't even get themselves to actually taste you. So you ran two fingers through your wetness again and then lifted your hand into the air for them. They almost bumped heads in their haste to lick your fingers, both of them whimpering at the amazing taste.

You became even wetter when they started licking into each others mouths in an attempt to find more, having cleaned your fingers completely of the sweetness.

God, it was erotic and unbelievably hot. You were truly blessed to have two hybrids as lovers.

"You want more babies?" You cooed at them, patting the source of it all to get their attention.

Unrestrained now that he had a taste, Jungkook was the first to dive in, burying his face into your pussy and going to town with his tongue. They weren't the only ones having been strung-out, so after finally getting stimulation down there and rough stimulation at that, your stomach twisted in a vicious knot, heat blazing through your core.

"Oh God, Kookie," you moaned in a high pitch, thighs trembling from the ruthless stimulation of his frantic tongue. You tangled your hand in his hair, stuck between wanting to move away from the sharp pleasure or move even closer in search for a delicious release in the future.

Taehyung carefully moved in, trying to find a good angle for his head and he ended up just pressing in beside Jungkook and licking whatever part of skin he could reach, which happened to be crease where your leg met your pelvis. Jungkook was quite frankly hogging the good stuff.

A possessive growl ripped from Jungkook's chest at Taehyung's proximity, but he was way too enthralled in the taste of you to press the matter any further. He moved down a bit and shoved his tongue into your entrance, licking deeply, as far as he could go and your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sheer pleasure. Especially because after he did that, Taehyung took advantage of the space and angled his head to where he was lapping at your clit.

You've had previous lovers. Quite a few before the two hybrids came along. But none of them could even compare to Taehyung and Jungkook in bed. Looking down, and seeing both of their heads between your legs and knowing that they wanted to be there, made you throw your head back and moan as you shifted your hips in pleasure. Some of your old lovers wouldn't even eat you out (they didn't last very long), and the others that did only did it out of obligation.

But Jungkook and Taehyung genuinely loved eating you out, the taste of you utterly addictive to them.

A rush of heat headed south when you watched Taehyung begin humping Junkook's leg in search of friction, a whine escaping his throat.

Jungkook, seeing it as Taehyung trying to assert dominance over him, reluctantly pulled his mouth away from you in order to bare his teeth and growl at the other hybrid. Taehyung completely ignored him, taking this opportunity to really dive into you now that Jungkook had pulled back a bit and he continued to rock his hips into the other, enjoying the friction it was granting.

"Jungkook," you moaned out when you saw him make a move to probably tackle Taehyung, but you caught his attention just in time. "No." You tried to sound firm when he looked up at you, but your voice wavered from the extreme pleasure Taehyung was currently giving you.

The black haired hybrid chose to ignore you, turning his attention back to Taehyung with a dangerous growl.

"Jungkook!" You snapped at him this time, desperately trying to keep your wits when Taehyung threatened to completely sweep you away in utter bliss. His tongue was currently lapping at your entrance while his nose rubbed unintentionally against your clit. It all felt so fucking amazing and you wanted to lose yourself to it, but you couldn't let Jungkook attack him.

Jungkook looked up at you again, huffing in irritation, but you held his gaze steadily.

"Come up here," you told him, and he glanced at Taehyung for a moment before looking back at you with a whine. "Come on, Jungkook."

So he stole one last lick on your inner thigh before he moved up your body, licking across your nipple on his way up. You gripped his jaw then, pulling his head up to yours and smashing your mouths together.

For a moment, you actually kissed, mouths moving together like well-oiled engine. But it didn't take long until Jungkook was shoving his tongue passed your lips and licking frantically at the wet cavern. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue and then shifted your hips when Taehyung began pressing forward in order to lick as deeply as possible into your entrance.

Jungkook was half-way hovering over you now, resting his weight on his hip and in the perfect position for you to reach down into his pants and take his impossibly hard cock into your hand. Immediately, before you could even move your hand, he was bucking his hips into the tight grip in search of relief.

Taehyung had also moved to where his hips were straddling your leg slightly so he could start rubbing his clothed cock against you.

Now, they were both rocking their hips into you for relief and the motions were driving you abolustely insane. They made you feel so dirty and used and suddenly, you wanted to flip yourself over and let them have at you. Let them pound your ass until you were turned into a crying, screaming mess.

"'Wanna breed you," Jungkook murmured into your mouth gruffly, trying so hard to fuck into your hand roughly for some satisfaction, but there was no way he was going to get any in this position. He needed to be inside of you, with your tight wet heat suctioned around him.

"Yeah?" You moaned in between his incessant licks and kisses. "Wanna breed me, baby? Wanna fill me up and knot me?"

The filthy questions earned you a growl from Jungkook and he nipped at your bottom lip sharply, making you wince slightly as your eyebrows knitted together.

"Turn over. Want that ass in the air for me." He pulled away, giving you room to obey. "Gonna fuck my bitch so good. Fill her up with my pups." He was almost talking to himself at this point, so ready to fuck you as he quickly removed his pants and jerked his shirt over his head.

The only problem though was Taehyung, who was still languidly licking at you and rubbing himself against your leg. In his own little world. But when you made the move to turn over, he immediately caught on to what you were doing and sat back in excitement. His tail wagging as he rushed to remove his clothing.

Getting onto your knees and resting your weight on your forearms was an easy enough task. But it's the chaos that followed the action, where it all turned difficult.

Taehyung tried to move in behind you out of instinct, but a vicious growl tore from Jungkook's chest and he jumped to intercept the other's movement. With his brute strength, Jungkook wrestled and pinned Taehyung to the bed by his shoulders, growling and snapping in warning less than an inch away from his neck.

"My bitch, do you understand me? Stay the fuck away from her." Jungkook snarled, and even being human you could almost feel the domineering, intimidating pheromones that were echoing off of his body, so you could only imagine how affected Taehyung was by them. If you weren't in the bedroom with your ass in the air, you would stand up for Tae, but you knew better than to get into the middle of what was going on. When it came to breeding, Jungkook's word was law. He got first go.

Taehyung was positively terrified, ears flattened into his hair and eyes squeezed shut with his neck bared in submission. He whined in fear. "You don't touch until I say you can touch. And that won't be until after I pump her full and knot her up, so know your fucking place." And just to drive his point home and really get Taehyung to listen, Jungkook opened his mouth and rested his canines on the thin skin of Taehyung's neck. A dangerous warning. And then he removed them, snarling once more as he backed up off of the other hybrid and turned his attention back to what mattered.

You.

Jungkook sniffed at the air and then let out a satisfied huff when he smelt your arousal, the tantalizing aroma going straight to his cock and making it throb as he moved into position behind you.

You shuddered in anticipation when you felt the weight and heat of his body behind you and it was no surprise when you felt his strong  hands grip your hips and begin jostling your body into his desired position. When he was done there was a deep arch in your back and your ass was poised perfectly in the air for him and it delighted you knowing how badly the sight probably drove him insane.

Seeing you completely offering yourself up to him, like his good little bitch. Your stomach twisted fiercely when he growled in approval at the sight of you and began lining his cock up with your entrance. Before he pushed in, he looked over his shoulder back at Taehyung and snarled, not even liking the other hybrid to be so close, but he was too desperate to be inside of you to care much about it.

As he pushed in, you bit your lip and held your breath, hand clutching the sheets in front of you in order to keep yourself grounded. The intense stretch of his girth stung, but it was expected and you knew it wouldn't last long. As soon as he would start thrusting, your body would adjust and open up perfectly for him, accepting his thickness eagerly.

"Fuck," you squeaked out breathlessly when he bottomed out with a thump and you listened to him breathe heavily through his nose behind you, most likely taking in this moment and gathering himself before he began plowing into you.

Jungkook draped himself over you, nuzzling through your hair in order to find your ear. For a moment he just breathed into it, making your heart beat frantically in your chest out of anticipation on what he was going to do next, and then he poked his tongue out to lave over it before tugging the lobe between his teeth with a growl.

"So wet and tight, my bitch feels so good," and he emphasized the last word with a deliberate roll of his hips that ended with a firm smack into your ass. The feeling was absolutely delicious.

And before you knew it, his hips began moving in a consistent motion. Quick little thrusts that you knew would only build in intensity over time. But right now, they were small and almost soft, yet had enough speed to have your ass jiggling every time his hips met it.

You could hear Taehyung behind you whining and moving around on the bed aimlessly, not knowing what to do with himself and the unbearable urge to fuck. You wanted to feel bad for him, but the steady, perfectly consistent rhythm of Jungkook's thrusts wouldn't allow you. You were already so fucking gone. The way Jungkook was fucking you right now could get you to cum without you even thinking about having to touch your clit. That's how good it was.

Jungkook reached underneath you and slipped one of his hands up your stomach all the way up to your breast, squeezing it and then tweaking the nipple with his fingers. "Perfect tits, baby. Can't wait to see 'em all full and leaking of milk for our pups." He growled dangerously then, his thrusts intensifying, shifting to the next level effortlessly.

"Yes, Kookie," you moaned out loudly, clenching around his cock from the filthy words shamelessly tumbling out of his mouth.

Honestly, you were pretty sure it wasn't possible for you to get pregnant by them, which was why you never worried about condoms or birth control. It's not like you were positively for certain, but you just figured since you were technically different species, you wouldn't be biologically compatible like that. But you had to admit, one of your deepest, darkest filthiest fantasies was quitting your job and just staying with your ass in the air all day everyday for them to take turns breeding you over and over again. Being their personal little pup-maker, like they'd probably love for you to be.

But that was a fantasy, and you tried to keep the sex with them under control because they were pretty much always horny and would be perfectly happy just spending their whole day fucking you. The instinct to reproduce was strong within them and always present, making it hard for them to see you in an innocent light sometimes. Like when you'd bend over to pick something up or tie your shoe, they'd see it as an opportunity to mount you from behind. Or when you'd be their little spoon while cuddling, they would be hyper-aware of their crotch pressed up against your ass and then get aroused and try to have sex.

Don't get you wrong though, you were a young healthy woman with a strong sex drive of your own that had no problems indulging two handsome hybrid's insatiable obsession. But sometimes, you had to be rational and refuse them or else you'd never get anything done throughout the day.

This time of the month however, when your ovulation cycle began to run its course, you knew that you had to surrender yourself to their incessant desire, at least until after it wasn't so strong to them. Because one time during one of your ovulation cycles you had a bad cold and did not feel like having sex at all, so you rejected all of their advances and quickly found out that it was physically painful for them when they could feel such a strong urge and pull towards you but couldn't do anything about it. It was so unbearable in fact that you ordered and expressed shipped from the internet a pheromone mask, a spray that you spritzed all over your body and masked the strong scent that you were sending out to Jungkook and Taehyung. It helped eased the sexual urge for them, but they were still clingy and didn't leave your side throughout the whole cycle.

You still had that spray, and kept it for emergencies, but you chose to deal with your cycle naturally most of the time and let them fuck you like they wanted. It was easier to just let it happen, rather than make sure you put the spray on again every hour to keep it effective. Plus, you really had no issues about dealing with it naturally when you could. And it was a Friday, so you had the next two days off and were free to spend them right here in this very bed if need be.

Your train of thought suddenly rerouted back to the present when Jungkook sat back onto his heels and gripped your hips in his strong hold, before pounding into you harder than before. Driving his hips into you with the sole purpose to get himself off and fill you up to the brim with his seed and knot.

You gasped, mouth hanging open in a silent scream and you gripped the covers beneath you, pulling up on them before pressing your forehead into the mattress. You were so wrecked beyond basic thought, that you didn't even notice Taehyung was now beside you. Glancing over at him, you saw him staring intently at where you and Jungkook were connected, the wet and sloppy sight of Jungkook's cock pistoning in and out of you and the obvious stretch you were having to endure in order to accommodate him. Taehyung's hand was wrapped around his cock, so tightly that his knuckles were white and he whined, frowning.

"T-Tae," you tried to speak, but Jungkook was fucking you so roughly your whole body was jostling with his thrusts and making it hard to even get a word out.

Taehyung's ears twitched at the sound of his name, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from the sight they were glued on.

You wanted to jerk him off, taking pity on him, but when you began reaching back for his cock, Jungkook growled in disapproval and suddenly draped himself back over your body. One hand holding his weight up on the bed and the other going to rest on your stomach.

He pressed his hand into your lower stomach and growled lowly in your ear. The pressure was tantalizing, emphasing the feel of his cock rubbing against your walls from within.

"My pups are gonna be in here. Mine, you're my bitch." He decided to remind you once again and the sharpest stab of arousal made your stomach clench from the reminder, and it was also that moment when you felt the familiar sting down at your entrance. The tell tale sensation of his knot beginning to form.

It was that added stretch whenever he would shove his knot passed your entrance and then pull it back out. It would catch on your entrance the more it grew but he would just thrust especially hard to fit it in and then yank his hips back to pop it back out and repeat the process.

This was the part where it was clear you were not made to take a hybrid's cock, even though whenever you'd voice that realization, Jungkook and Taehyung were quick to assure you that whenever you got pregnant with their pups they would be able to fit through your vagina so technically their knot should be no problem for you to handle.

Needless to say, even if that was true, it was definitely easier said than done.

"Jungkook!" You cried out, feeling that familiar urge to tap out as you buried your face in the covers. But despite the pain, your stomach still swirled warmly in the direction of a release and oddly enough, the arousal and pain blended into something delicious and overwhelming.

And then, Jungkook gave the hardest thrust yet and popped his knot into your entrance, the action causing you to gasp sharply. But you knew this time, it was in you to stay. Because Jungkook didn't try to yank his hips back like before, instead he grind into you with a purpose, hips flushed with your ass.

The swirling warmth in the pit of your stomach began to intensify at how full you felt, and not to mention you could feel the way his knot rubbed snugly against your walls and hitting every sugary spot you could imagine.

No human man could ever make you feel this way.

And just the thought of that, coupled with the incredible feeling of being filled to the brim, was enough to send you spiraling into the most sweetest high. The feeling of heaven flushing throughout your limbs and caressing your stomach and lower back, making your toes curl and mouth pop open as you welcomed it with fervor.

The sensation of your walls clenching and clenching and your thighs quivering in an attempt to keep yourself up was what finally coaxed Jungkook into coming. Releasing his thick seed deep within you as his chest rumbled with a deep content growl, his face nuzzling into your temple and hips continuing to move in small little grind to milk himself dry inside of you.

There was so much cum, he was still releasing into you and it always amazed you how completely stuffed you were afterwards. Filled up completely by Jungkook, every inch inside of you.

"Fuck," you whimpered, letting out a shaky breath and the small little noise made Jungkook wrap both arms around your middle in an attempt to comfort you as he lapped at your face, but you were now supporting both of your weight and you let out a helpless noise at the pressure on your upper body. "Jungkook, please you're squishing me,"

And he gave you one last lick before placing his hands back onto the bed and picking his weight up off of you.

You looked back over your shoulder at him, wondering what he looked like after such an intense fuck since you basically never had sex facing each other. You always had to be on your hands and knees, in the proper breeding position, Taehyung and Jungkook proclaimed.

The sight nearly made you orgasm all over again. Sweat soaked his hairline and was dripping down the sides of his face, coupled with hooded eyes and parted lips as he breathed heavily from the previous exertion. There was a slight furrow between his eyebrows, making him look like the sexiest thing you've ever witnessed. And as if the whole thing couldn't get better, he tilted his head back slightly and sniffed at the air, hips twitching afterwards.

"Smells good. Just like it always does when my bitch gets bred."

You moaned, feeling fucking aroused all over again because of Jungkook and his damn filthy, blatant words.

When you propped yourself up back onto your elbows, your sore knees were brought to your attention and you were just about to ask Jungkook if he could arrange you two on your sides like usual but thats when you suddenly felt something.

Something little and faint down at your entrance, that was there and gone within a quick second.

Jungkook suddenly went tense above you and then you felt it again. This time, you realized it was wet and warm, prodding and swiping around the area tentatively.

"Taehyung," you suddenly said with a shaky exhale. Not asking for his attention, but just voicing your realization that the odd sensation was him.

He was positioned behind you and Jungkook, head angled between your legs in order to lap around your sensitive center. He always did this after Jungkook knotted you, enjoying the new juices that your climaxes provided while also offering his numbing/healing saliva. Aiding with any soreness you felt, but it was mainly for Jungkook. Whenever you couldn't feel Taehyung's tongue, you knew he had veered off to the base of Jungkook's cock and was licking at the little part of his knot that could be seen from inside of your vagina. Their knots were always sensitive and sore afterwards so they would help each other out and lick them to ease the dull ache since they couldn't reach their own.

Jungkook released a deep breath, his body seeming to relax along with it. He crowded you forwards and then dropped his weight down onto his hip on the mattress, moving the two of you so you would be on your sides.

Taehyung whined at the loss, trying to follow the irresistible taste and Jungkook just rolled his eyes tiredly when he got you both situated and then he slipped his hand under your inner thigh so he could heft your leg into the air that way for Taehyung. The eldest hybrid re-positioned himself and dove back in, licking at you both once more eagerly.

You were so exhausted all of the sudden, Jungkook always did a number on you when you fucked. It was go big or go home for him all the time when it came to sex, which you had no complaints about whatsoever. But golly, it sure tired you out.

Practically numb to Taehyung's tongue at this point, you just rested your head on the pillow and gazed tiredly down at him working, enjoying the feeling of both of your lovers so close to you.

And before you knew it, your eyes were slipping closed and the last thing you remembered before dozing off was Jungkook growling softly and easing your leg down, telling Taehyung to let you rest.

You awoke to the sun shining straight into your eyes and you moaned, turning your head away from the light. But the innocent morning sunlight was definitely not what roused you from sleep, and quite frankly, not what made you moan either.

Opening one eye and peeking down, you saw a mop of brown hair between your legs, fluffy ears perked up.

"Taehyung," you whispered, biting your lip and frowning at the over-sensitivity of his tongue lapping at your clit.

Realizing you were awake, he looked up at you and his tail began to wag in excitement. He pulled himself up, whining and your eyes fell to the large bulge in his pajama pants.

His hips stuttered, seeking out friction.

"Please, before Jungkook wakes up," he pleaded desperately, giving you the literal puppy dog eyes as the cherry on top.

You yawned, stretching your muscles and wondering how the hell you allowed those eyes to have such a strong effect on you as you rolled over onto your knees. You kept your head on the pillow, hugging it and closing your eyes, feeling Taehyung moving around behind you.

Good morning world, you thought humorously as you arched your back and poked your ass into the air.

[staxurst]

Character Profiles

Ok, I finally finished it all the characters on this blog in (Nearly) alphabetic order. Everything will be below the cut.

Name: Aedan Jr/ Aj. Age: 7. Height: 3'1 Gender: Male Species: Fire Monster/Human hybrid. Sexual Orientation: N/A AU: BaraTale Info: Aj is the child of Happy, @flargahblargh oc, and Staxurst. He's shy, Timid and doesn't like confrontation.  He adores his family and loves animals. 

Name: Anarchy 

Age: 38 Height: 7'6 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual AU: LustFell Info: Anarchy is the female version of Havoc and the baby sister of Loyal. They come from the Undertale Alternate Universe called Lustfell. She is considered the lowest if low statuses due to her being a female Rouge. 

Name: Arrus

Age: 27 Height: 6'9 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual. (Dating) AU: Underfell Info: Arrus is the son of Underfell San's an an unknown mother. He has low self esteem and hates violence despite growing up in a very violent Universe. He is currently dating Vladimir @Devilchicky210's oc.

Name: Asgore Age: 68 Height: 11'3 (12'2 including his horns) Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual (Harem Master) AU: Lustfell Info: Asgore is the King of the Lustfell Universe. He has the Alpha of the largest harem of 600 members and has countless children. Asgore also has a child with the Sin Goddess @Devilchicky210's oc. However Asgore and the Sin Goddess are not in a romantic relationship together.

Name: Blackberry Age: 31 Height: 6'2 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual AU: FellSwap Info: Blackberry is a cruel and over all a quiet yet calm individual. He likes his privacy and hates being bothered. Blackberry tends to feel very high of himself and tries to act like his is powerful and the "Alpha." However, he can be very over protective of people or things he cares about  even if he will deny it.

Name: Blue Age: 37 Height: 6'2 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Demi-Sexual AU: Underswap Info: Blue is a shy but energetic skeleton. He always keeps busy with either chores or keeping fit and is always looking to help someone in need. He tends to easily get flustered and embarrassed over sexual situation and tries hard to let his sexual urges show.

Name: Buddy Age: N/A mentally is childlike Height: 8 inches (Bitty) Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: N/A AU: Baratale Info: Buddy was created by an accident with the bara machine, trying to bring Fell and Stretch back after being killed by Error. After using Buddy's DNA to separate Fell and Stretch, the left over DNA was used to create Buddy, a bitty size portion of his former self. He now loves to be pampered and collect shiney things to give as gifts to people he likes.

Name: Charming/Charm 

Age: 32 Height: 7'9 Gender: Gender Fluid Sexual Orientation: Pan-Sexual AU: Underlust Info: Charm is a very sweet character that just wants to be loved along with have a good time. He's flirty but respectful and loves spending time with his "Dates." He can be a bit clingy, especially after having having fun with someone.

Name: Cyrus (Comic Papyrus Age: N/A but mentality of a child Height: 8'2 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Asexual AU: Baratale Info: Where Cyrus came from is a bit of a mystery but it was not a good place. He was an experiment by W.D Gaster trying to take the good qualities of Sans and Papyrus and merge them into one being. No one really knows how he escaped but he arrived to the Bara verse (Baratale) with little memory of what happened. He isn't the brightest guy but he has the biggest heart and adores his new life and family. 

Name: Derek Age: 25 Height: 5'8 Gender: Male Species: Human Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual but leans towards females. AU: BaraTale Info: Derek is the male equivalent of Staxurst. He loves anime, videos games and being a "Class Clown." 

Name: Edge Age: 36 Height: 7'4 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual but leans more towards females AU: Underfell Info: Edge is the older Brother of Fell. He is vain, cocky and loves to talk about how great he is. Is also is firmly protective of his family and surprisingly is good with and likes children. He is a new father of twins, a boy and a girl with @shortstreets 

Name: Error Age: Unknow Height: 7'9 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Demi-Sexual AU: Unknown Info: Error's background is a bit of a mystery besides from his destruction if Au's and his one trapped in the void. He can't stand being touched and is pretty intolerant to most people trying to being coming his "friend." He tends to get flustered when it comes to anything sexual. Surprisingly, even to himself, he has started to develop feelings for @Littlemissgore 

Name: Fell Age: 42 Height: 6'11 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual AU: Underfell Info: Fell is a flirty asshole. He loves to joke around and tease people but tends to be a bit if a jerk at times. He loves his son and his daughter Roxanne and loves to tease them about their love lives. Fell and Staxurst had a child together (Roxanne) but are not in a relationship together.

Name: G Age: 51 Height: 7'3 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual AU: Echotale Info: G is a calm, quiet and respectable monster. He tends to stay calm all the time and enjoys peaceful moments.  He lost his right arm and eye in a lab accident. G also tends to smoke like a chimney but never around children  or his pet goldfish, Goldie, whom he adores.

Name: Gaster

Age: 56 Height: 7'8 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual AU: Lustfell Info: Gaster was the former Harem Guild's Master and former Alpha. His status of Alpha was taken from him when he kidnapped Scarlett, a former member of his harem and tried to have Dr. Alphsy perform a lobotomy on her to turn her into a docile harem member so he coukd forever have control over her. He is extremely possessive and tends to get angry when he is denied something he wants.

Name: Grigor Age: 198 Height: 9'2 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-Sexual AU: Baratale/Other Info: Grigor is a demon Orc and chief of his Village. He is strong,  brave and selfless. He cares more about his Tribe's well being over his own. Grigor is also very flirty and enjoys going out exploring.

Name: Grillby Age: 40 Height: 7'1 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual AU: Lustfell Info: Grillby is the Brothel and Bar owner of his business. He used to be an Harem Master with a sizeable harem but his lack of ambition of wanting kids prevented him from continuing. So he decided to start a safe place for those who needed work. His business became his life and he enjoys it, even if he has many life threatening incedents happen due to his job.  Grillby cares for everyone who works there and will do everything he can to protect his workers from his unruly  customers.

Name: Havoc

Age: 50 Height: 7'8 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-Sexual AU: Lustfell Info: Havoc is a former Rouge, having his name cleared by Asgore when he went to rescue Scarlett from Gaster, even though he was in welcomed back in their universe. Havoc has anger issues and tends to snap easily, becoming violent and dangerous. Over the last few years, he has learned how to control his anger better and now owns his own legal harem, where his one of his harem members, Celeste @flargahblargh's oc, gave birth to the first children in his harem. He is now trying to be like his brother and become a responsible harem Master and care for bother his harem members and the children 

Name: Haze

Age: 29 Height: 7'1 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual AU: FellSwap Info: Haze is Blackberry's younger brother, whom Blackberry has manipulated into being nearly a slave. Though mostly obedient, he is extremely possessive and can be dangerous if someone tries to touch  someone he is attached to. Unknown to most, Haze is very unstable and has an obsession to serve. To the point if his lord, mistress, etc tries to leave him, he would physically handicap them so they would have to keep Haze around.

Name: Honor Age: 57 Height: 8'4 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-Sexual (Married) AU: Lustfell Info: Honor is an Alpha and a former Harem Master. He have up his harem to fulfill his dream of having a normal married life with a spouse and their children. He is incredible sweet and cheesy, often doing corny things to make his soon to be wife, @goopy-sins blush and smile. He can't stand dissapointing others and can get very stressed when someone tells him that they are disspointed in him. Honor loves and is very good with children, having an adoptive human daughter @stestylius named Kami.

Name: Hyde/Jekyll Age: 35 Height: 9'2 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual/Unstable AU: Horrortale Info: Hyde is Jekyll's spite personality, coming out during times of extreme hunger, excitement or times of stress. He is highly unstable and often says and does things that don't make sense. Hyde tends to be paranoid of being eaten due to Greater Dog biting a portion of his shoulder off. Despite how unstable he is, he tends to joke around and try to scare others because "It makes them taste better." EXTRA: Hyde was created when Wrath (Horrortale Sans) and him were attacked, breaking open Wrath's skull and tried to eat him. Jekyll, who himself was in a state of extreme hunger, snapped, ultimately killing the attacker, the Snowdin Shopkeeper. He used her body to feed himself and Wrath until Wrath fully recovered. When Jekyll realized what he had done, he had Wrath create him a muzzle, which helps prevent Hyde's personality from coming out. There is no magic in the muzzle,  but the mental connection of the muzzle keeping Hyde back is almost strong to be magic for Jekyll. 

Name: Jekyll Age: 35 Height: 9'2 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Asexual AU: Horrortale Info: Jekyll is the other half of Hyde. He is mute, shy, and easily frightened. He has a constant fear of Hyde coming out and hurting someone so he often avoids things that could possibly trigger Hyde's personality to over take him. Which unfortunately is nearly all physical contact, eating, and any excitable activities.  This has caused him to be very with drawn and never allowing physical contact  or to eat around others, often leaving him hungry for long periods of time. Despite all this, he still tries to be friendly and cheerful when he can.

Name: Ink Age: 26 Height: 6'8 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Asexual/Demi-Sexual AU: InkTale Info: Ink is a very energetic and cooky guy. He loves to play pranks and tease others. However, his lack a soul and true emotions makes it hard for him to see when he has taken a joke too far. Using the color tubes on his sash to simulate emotions, he has learned to imitate them fairly well. 

Name: Loyal Age: 45 Height: 6'11 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Pan-Sexual AU: LustFell (Alternate) Info: Loyal is the female equivalent of Honor. She is a female Alpha and Harem Master. Loyal is like Honor, sweet, caring and a bit on the corny side. She is more on the calm side than Honor however but it doesn't take much to her to become playful 

Name: Lust Age: 38 Height: 7'2 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-Sexual AU: Underlust Info: Lust is exactly what his name implies. He is Lust, flirty and perverted. He always finds a way to make something sound dirty. He's confidant and isn't afriad to "show off" his body. One times he tends to take it too far and his brother, Charm, has to bring him back. 

Name: Metta

Age: N/A Height: 6'6 Gender: Gender Fluid Sexual Orientation: Pan-Sexual AU: Lustfell Info: Metta is the most highly advanced nurse in the Lustfell Universe, to the point that they are even an artifical womb and can carry an infant to full term. They still run their show, which is now a medical/gossip talk show.

Name: Papyrus

Age: 28 Height: 6'10 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Demi-Sexual AU: Undertale Info: Papyrus is still the sweet and amazing Papyrus that we all know and love.

Name: Pepper Age: 29 Height: 6'2 Gender: Female (Trans Male to Female) Sexual Orientation: Straight (Men) AU: N/A Info: Pepper is an outgoing and joyful person. She loves to gossip and have fun but is a hard worker. She cares deeply for those around her and often plays "mother hen" when it comes to making sure her loved ones are taken are of.

Name: Red/ Captain Age: 53 Height: 6'11 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-Sexual AU: Baratale Genocide Info: Red is Fell from the genocide alternate of Baratale. Unlike Fell, he doesn't have the same, lazy and carefree attitude Fell has. He has become much colder and focused on keeping as many as he can alive. He has a unspoken anger and distrust towards Staxurst due to the Staxurst in his universe is the cause of all of the suffering that has fallen upon him. Though Red tries not to bother him.

Name: Roxanne Age: 12 Height: 4'3 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual (Semi Dating Eva) AU: Baratale Info: Roxanne is a sassy fashionesta who enjoys getting down and dirty with the boys. She tends to act like a tomboy but also loves to dress nice and feel pretty. She's confidant and stubborn.  Don't let her cute looks fool you, she isn't afraid to kick someone's ass if they deserve it. Roxanne never likes to back down from a challenge and usually finds a way to beat the system. She is also semi dating Eva @Devilchicky210's oc. She is also the daughter of Fell and Staxurst.

Name: Ryder (Clarence) Age: 57 Height: 2'8 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Straight AU: Baratale Info: Ryder, also know by his real name of Claremore,  is a drunk and very loud monster. Despite his small size, he'll cause more trouble and get into fights with others 3X his size. His life is full of regret of hurting people he cared about and never doing anything with his life. He never went out and tried to get a job because of being very wealthy from his inheritance, which only made his cocky egotistic attitude much worse. Ryder used to be engaged with @goopy-sins however he took off on the day if the wedding without telling anyone, leaving Goopy heart broken. It's his biggest regret if all but in the end, he was glad she found someone much better than him (Honor.)

Name: Sans Age: 34 Height: 6'2 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Demi-Sexual AU: Undertale Info: Sans is Sans. A pun loving Lazy bones.

Name: Scarlett Age: 25 Height: 5'1 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Pan-Sexual AU: Lustfell Info: Scarlett is Gaster former Harem member. She is quiet and a bit Timid but is slowly breaking out of her shell. Due to her controlled past, she never got to experience the world and is eager to go out, learn and try new things. Scarlett also wants to learn about her past and how she came to be in Lustfell. Scarlett is also the Lustfell equivalent of Staxurst.

Name: Staxurst 

Age: 25 Height: 5'1/2 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual AU: Baratale Info: Staxurst is the creator of Baratale and uses her ability to create baras with the aid of the Bara Machine and a deal she made with a devil named Mr. D. She is friendly and and loves to tease those who come to the Bara Verse looking for the baras. She has a strong connection to not only the baras but to the universe itself. Though she has the habit of staying up late to create new baras and over working herself. Staxurst is also a mother of two, Roxanne and Aj.

Name: Stretch

Age: 42 Height: 7'2 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual AU: Underswap Info: Stretch is a lazy, Pun loving skeleton that smokes way too much. He also tends to enjoy other substances such as weed. Stretch is also a bit of a hussler and tries to make a easy buck here and there. Even charging you for a hug if he can get away with it.

Name: Tarac Age: 114 Height: 7'8 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual AU: N/A Info: Tarac is a undiscovered tar like species that lived way below the service. Unlike the rest of his kind, Tarac had an itch to explore and learn about what else is out there. Due to this, he was banished from the underground city in fear that Tarac would bring back something that could ender their civilization. Tarac is curious yet quiet. He has never heard the service slang before and takes everything literally.  

Name: Thaddeus 

Age: Unknown/ Immortal Height: Physical form is 4'7 but floats about 7'2 in the air Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual AU: N/A Info: Not much is know about Thaddeus besides he was kept as a experiment in a scientist's lab that often abused him in many ways. He was taught that he was merely an object, not someone of any worth, even saying that "Only things of importance have  names." And thus never giving him one. Shortly arriving at the BaraVerse, Thaddeus picked his own name. Despite all the abuse, Thaddeus has a very positive outlook on life and is very excited to learn new things. He adores children and getting attention. Often referring to others as "Precious" or a verient of it.

Name: Titan Age: 36 Height: 8'7 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual but leans towards females AU: Baratale Info: Titan is a loud and confidant gentleman. He loves to show off his strength and boast about his size. However, he does have a rather gentle side to him and isn't ashamed to be seen helping the Elderly across the street or even having a tea party with a little girl if it would make her smile. 

Name: Wrath Age: 42 Height: 8'2 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual AU: Horrortale Info: Wrath very much represents his name. He has a hell of a temper and the backlash could literally be deadly However, it doesn't mean Wrath still doesn't enjoy some good puns. He can be rather flirty even if his flirting as a dark overtone to it.

Name: Zipper Age: 18 Height: 3 inches (Bitty) Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-sexual AU: Baratale Info: Zipper is a spunky little bitty who demands for attention. He loves being the center of attention and will go out of his way to get it. Zipper bot loves and hates being a bitty, using the fact that he is so small and "cute" to get other to pick him up and give him some love. However he hates when other mistake him for a kid or ignores him due to his size.

Name: Vera

Age: 1 Height: 1'9 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: N/A AU: Baratale Info: Vera is one of Havoc's and Celeste's daughters. So far she seems happy and cheerful.

Name: Verse Age: 1 Height: 1'9 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: N/A AU: Baratale Info: Havoc's and Celeste's other daughter and Vera's twin. So far she is quieter than her sister and cries more often.

[bluntbeta]

Pregnancy and nesting

A lengthy post explaining things about pregnancy as it pertains to male omega, female alpha and male Megagesterone exposed Alpha. Beta isn't discussed nor, are female omega because they work the same as normal humans and highly firtle women.

General pregnancy stuff

1. Female Alpha

These reactions depend highly on the age of the alpha in question, Whelpers or expecting alpha Mothers who are under twenty-years-old are highly emotional and give over to agitation and outbursts of blind seething anger over the smallest things being female and alpha is hard, especially if you are still maturing and you get pregnant. Don't stress a pregnant person in general but a young female alpha who isn't done with her maturation process.

Leave her with a matron

A Matron is post-menopausal omega of either secondary sex who has experienced, a full maturation often in their time without prior knowledge of what was happening to them, Many heats and most importantly Pregnancy, childbirth and rearing puppies. Many households prefer using Male omega because of their soft scents, But sometime a Whelper will request an elder post-menopausal female alpha. Alpha matrons are rare and it's usually the grandmother of the family, Who is often due to the generational difference in how they viewed each primary sex, an Omega.

Encourage a Whelper to nest

It's still predominantly taught what Alpha in general not nest, Also referred to as Denning, a practice in with usually a female beta or Megagesterone exposed male alpha, take over a small room in the home they occupy as back in the day. Beta and these fringe male alpha were considered able-bodied enough to defend themselves and their own pups whilst omega were always to nest in the main den where the alphas in the pack could easily protect them.

Make sure to full a room with nesting supplies, Blankets, pillows, cushions, duvets, comforters, clothes with their mate's scent. It might take a few weeks but tentatively She will start building a nest with the soft furnishings supplied to her.

Have a breeding aged omega present

Beloved members of any pack set up, an Omega of suitable breeding age, over eighteen. Often helps they'll often scent-mark blankets and pillows with their scents to help make the Den room smell comforting and safe. Let the Whelper request a preferred omega. This omega is often an elder sibling or same-aged friend.

1 -2. Alpha pregnancy

Lack of activity

Alphas of both secondary sexes are often very active, whether it's work, recreational sports or General running of the family. They are very active in pack life. A pregnant female alpha's pregnancy usually, starts affecting this around two months in when no physical change is visible. She'll start relaxing more opting to lay in front of the fire, lay on the couch or sit in the comfiest armchair in the living room.

Scent marking

Female alpha if they've had pups before and said pups are still young will often scent mark of children starting at around three months. Her protective instincts around reawakening after laying dormant, after the pups turn four. Also keeping an eye on any child who's presented omega more and worrying about possibly sexually active teenage omega in her family pack, if she has teens or has teenaged relatives staying around.

retiring to the nesting chamber

This happens late in the pregnancy at around 5 1/2 months in, She's feeling too drowsy to be in the thick of family activity, She wants to lay down on something comfier than a sofa, so the nest she's been putting together for the last few months is the best place to just lay down, curl up and relax.

Tender nipples, swollen and uncomfortable breasts

This last changed makes impossible for her to wear shirts, tops, blouses or anything that covers her chest, she'd also opt at this late stage to lay on her back or side as her bests are now swelling with milk when for the pup that's coming in a matter of weeks. This is a productive time for any puppy under the age of two to breastfeed and get more comfortable with their soon to be arriving baby sister or brother if it's their first time being an elder sibling.

2. Male omega

Nesting Auto piolet

Male Omega just like their female counterparts have this innate impulse to nest, this usually happens in the week of what should be their normal pre-heat, they may do it whilst still their mate or friends but they'll nest with how taking much notice of it.

Attention seeking behaviors

Male omega, often are mouthy whiners in the first four months of pregnancy, wanting their alpha or beta mate's attention, they yap and whine for their mates.

Second-trimester anxiety

Male, Omega even they hit the second half of their fifth month, get more clingy but much quieter and shyer, not as loud or as attention seeking, but they do whine usually when their mate had to go to work or leave or classes if there are in high school or college. They hate being alone, it' paramount at this stage for the beta or alpha in this relationship to reassure their omega that they'll come back home, usually to be followed by promises of cuddles.

Alpha scent

From the fifth month onwards have a strong scent of the alpha or beta's scent is a must have to keep the omega feeling secure and safe, some alpha and beta will wrap absorbent rages on their scent glans wear them for a day take them off and  wrap them around their omega's pillow or line their omega's nest with this rags, usually gaze bandage, so there's a strong scent of them to make sure their omega feels safe when they can't be there.

Side note: Male alpha wether normal alpha or prime alpha are bad at feelings. alpha evolution has given them the ability not to cave to an omega's whining and nagging for things. Unfortunately, this carries over to when their mate is pregnant. So they are bad at feelings and usually have trouble coping with a pregnant omega. So they'll ask a beta who also has an Omega mate who's pregnant. Beta's usually are softer and give in more they'll bring flowers home often bring their omega's pregnancy food cravings back after work.

Mistrust of alphas

Omegas get very mistrusting of unmated young alpha of both normal and Prime types. this happens for the fifth month onwards when the size of their stomach makes it harder to move. They'll make great pains to avoid unmated alpha who is also unrelated to them.

3. Megagesterone exposed alpha

Suprise a baby!

Most of the time these Alpha have no clue they're able to get pregnant, their parents never telling unless they're an only child. So before recent years Marrying of a Megagesterone exposed son, to a wealthy Alpha was common practice in China before the two-child policy came in. Giving them a chance to try for a normal alpha son, a beta son or an Omega daughter.

Quiet and shy behavior around Alpha

In the earliest stage of finding out they are pregnant, an ME-Alpha has higher levels of mistrust of Normal alphas usually secluding themselves away from Alpha males and even alpha females.

Omega female avoidance patterns

Due to the stigma surround them, this alpha will start avoiding female omegas on the third month before they start showing physical signs of pregnancy.

Alpha/Beta mates

Now its expected to care of the emotional well-being of and omega whilst pregnant, Same with the ME-Alpha. They usually a highly emotional by the middle of their fourth month. Now the stigma received by the ME-Alpha makes their emotional state during pregnancy more fragile. It's usual for ME-Alpha to have Beta mates due to more emotional openness when they're feeling emotionally fragile. Though an alpha mate makes them feel safer because if its an Alpha. When chosen by an alpha they actually feel accepted by an Alpha.

The tendency to only let the mate and male omega near them

This happens at the end of the second trimester, where they cut all interaction with alpha and female omega out. An alpha mate is they only alpha they will allow near them.

Nesting behaviors

1. Megagesterone exposed alpha

Pre-nesting tension

Called PNT or nesting tension-syndrome. This is in the first two months of pregnancy. Where the ME-Alpha will be testy and anxious. he'll be lovely to snap at his mate and prone to whining as he tries to suppress and/or ignore his urge to nest because isn't something alphas do. He'd have been taught this from a very young age.

Blankets and Sheets!

Each of the nesting primary sexes usually have a preferred nesting material. for this type of alpha, its sheets treated with fabric softener and blankets scented with their Beta or Alpha's scent.

Soft toys, cuddly toys

Megagesterone exposed alphas are notoriously clingy and are extremely anxious when left alone in their nest, So mates or friends usually leave `mate substitutes` in their nests. They come in the form of large cuddly toys witch out of instinct the pregnant alpha will cling to until their mate gets back. helps if the toy is scented with their mate's scent.

small, tight and secure

Me-Alpha nests are usually in the smallest tightest most cozy space they can find in a house. Wealthy Me-Alpha usually hold-up in a walk-in closet, middle classes usually the smallest available bedroom the house has and lower middle class or working classes ME-Alpha will nest under their beds, the need to provide a space they feel can protect their pups for the first couple months are very strong. They like somewhere that feels small, protective and secretive.

Sensitive skin

This is why the blankets and sheets are usually washed in sometimes whole bottles of fabric softener. because into the fourth month of pregnancy clothes are completely shed as having them on irritates the skin.  So The pregnant alpha often lays naked in their nest skin again the softer fabric of the nest.

Messy Nest

Usually, alpha nests are loosely tucked together mounds of sheets and blankets, This makes it look like a pile of unwashed laundry more than the cup-like omega nests.

2. Female Alpha

Duvet and cushions

The preferred nesting material of most female alpha loosely tied together with thin duvets in summer of neatly and tightly packed thick duvets in winter the bottom of the nest is usually lined with large cushions,

Tidy, Tidy, must be neat and tidy

The totally opposite of Me-alpha, Female alpha are constantly re-tucking and tying their nests back together, changing the lining over the cushions and rearranging the cushions.

A whole room

It's common for an Alpha female to take over an entire room when nesting, making a Den chamber so she can feel safe and comforted when having her puppies there.

3. Male Omegas

Nest cups

Male omegas have the neatest nests, they tuck and fold the outer nest materials into low rounded walls that are often thick. the cup is shallow and lined with the clothing of their alpha of beta.

Mate's scent

The most important thing to make a pregnant omega feel safe is to have a strong presence of their mate's scent in their nest, it keep them comforted and later on in the pregnancy when fatigue affects them the scent of their mate helps the comfortably sleep through the hours of the day where their mate can't be home due to work or school.

Wearing mate's clothing

Most common before the sixth month of pregnancy where the chest starts swelling and nipples get tender, They'll most common prefer woolen or cotton items o clothing to ear as they retain the scent of their mate for longer and are thick and warm in the winter months. Thick hoodies, coats with fur lining the inside and woolen sweaters.

Side note: also a common behavior in the very early months with ME-Alpha's

Mobile nesting cups

This is helpful past the fifth month of pregnancy, lightweight soft furnished wooden nesting cups often on wheels in order for the Omega to be more social if, in a family pack,  The walls are low so they can see a television and see other pack members then they are talking with each other.

Nest cup sharing

This is with either the mate or omega pack members, Is a bonding practice during pregnancy between mates, For more private Omega its a good chance to talk with a matron or close omega friends for a family that has already had pups before.

Shared nesting cups with ME-Alpha

A highly common practice between the two subgroups of omega and alpha as they have similar social status and similarities in stigma being on the pack structure that they are raised in. Omega scent calms the ME-Alpha and having an Alpha that understands pregnancy and trials of it comfort the omega. If there's an Alpha that's not the mate of the omega in their nest cup it's always an ME-Alpha.

[yoonminfiction]

Haiiii !! Do you know any good scent marking fics??

Here’s a list for you. just to let you know anon, these are all ABO fics of some kind.

Soul Bound (Save Me) by Centristy

Jimin is a wolf of the Park clan, which is at war with the Min clan. To broker an alliance, they want to enter into a contract called the Soul Bond.

The Soul Bond is less than mating but more than casual sex. It’s something in between where the two parties may hash out the terms for the production of children. The Park clan intends to have either Jimin or one of his siblings enter the contract.

Jimin doesn’t want to be picked because it means he will have to leave his home and his family. He thinks the Soul Bond is basically a hostage situation. He is more or less correct. (Rated: M)

The Scent Of You by springrain21

Yoongi’s life as the palace healer is turned upside down when he meets the werewolf Jimin. There’s an inexplicable attraction that Yoongi tries to fight at first, before Jimin worms his way into his heart and changes his mind. Will they be able to be together or will forces stronger than them tear them apart? (Rated: M)

lavender blue by icedjimin

His breath came in short pants as he held onto Yoongi’s wrist, gasping, “No, no- I want you to-” the grip tightened “-keep it in.”Yoongi stilled for a split second and looked down, staring right into the depths of Jimin’s blown eyes and breathing heavily as he whispered, “Jiminie, you know what will happen, right?”

“Yes,” Jimin said desperately.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Please.” (Rated: M)

Does it feel (feel like you never gon’ find nothing better)? by againstthewind

“Jeonggukkie?”

No way, no way. An alpha? He had sworn the other must have presented as an omega.

The pup had been miniscule, following him around with blushing cheeks. Soft, cuddly, whiny, and clingy.

He looked absolutely nothing like this broad shouldered stranger in front of him, all tall, muscled, and handsome with narrowed smouldering eyes.

And fuck, Taehyung’s heart just thumped.

It hasn’t thumped like that in years. (YoonMin might be a side, minor ship in this story.  But they are still awesome in it.) (Rated: M)

Pillow Castles by mintsoda

“Jimin presses his lips into a thin line, swallowing dryly, his heart clenching with love and adoration for Yoongi who has built him a veritable fortress – one made out of blankets and cushions and bed sheets.”

Yoongi builds Jimin a sanctuary to spend his heat in. (Rated: M)

light side of the moon by themelonlord

Jimin’s always been an outsider, content to do his own thing. Moving in to a new high school, a new town, he’s resigned to do the same.

It’s not until an excitable Kim Taehyung enters the picture that his future starts to change.

–

a.k.a. jimin just wants to graduate but he’s taken in by six weirdos that make him all too happy to enjoy life as it comes. (Rated: M)

Bonus: YoonMinSeok

Pas de Trois by MmeIrene

Jung Hoseok was born to move. He had the type of body that couldn’t be still for too long, nor should it. He had a soul to match his body, a wandering spirit, nomadic, always on the go, never still, never stationary.

Nothing had ever made Hoseok want to sit still. Nothing had ever made him want to stop moving. Nothing, that was, until Jimin. And then… Yoongi. (Rated: M)

[evilpixiea]

Omegaverse ask: in your story you wrote about Jason being drugged at a young age to discovery his caste. I think it was portrayed as something the lower class sometimes do (not stereotyping the lower class, just his dad was going to sell him if he was an omega). So my question is does the upper class do the same thing or something similar to start arranging marriages or naming heirs?

Making a child pre-present for a short period of time by administering hormonal medication to them is a fairly new practise and also a very dangerous one. I doubt very much parents of any class who care about their children would subject them to that, especially at a young age.

It’s not something the lower class do, it’s something people do if they really don’t care about the welfare of the child and want to weed out certain castes for profit. Omegas, due to their rarity, are worth a lot of money no matter the age. Alphas and betas can also be trafficked though usually for forced labour rather than sex work and usually not at such a young age.

Jason’s father really didn’t care about Jason and was more than willing to hurt him if he thought it would make him money.

However, there are other less dangerous (but still illegal) methods of finding out a child’s caste. Most of them require some sort of advanced imaging such as an MRI.

With that you can start to look for certain internal indicators that might suggest the child’s caste.

The biggest and most obvious would be the development of ovaries and a uterus within the male body. Likewise, a female who has what appears to be a second pair of ovaries (testicles) inside her body is probably going to be an alpha.

Other castes are trickier to spot. A female beta and a female omega are going to look very similar. The only hint might be if the can spot the start of an omega gland in her neck. Similarly, male alphas and betas are much harder to distinguish. The thing they’re going to try to find in that case would be any increase in saliva glands or any indication that they’re starting to develop a knot. If they can find that then the boy might just be an alpha.

The closer to puberty the easier these things will be to spot.

Performing these sorts of things on a baby would be tricky and the test would probably be inconclusive. Even if the child is a caste that is easy to spot - a male omega perhaps - then those body parts are still going to be tiny and undeveloped. They could be overlooked especially because the people doing these tests are doing it illegally and are probably not highly trained medical professionals.

Not to say this doesn’t happen.

I am sure there are very expensive clinics in the world which will find out the caste of your baby for a substantial fee.

And I also am sure there are a lot of very expensive clinics which say they will find out the caste of a baby but really just take money and tell the parents what they want to hear.

People are superstitious and there are plenty of people who consult physics, religious leaders, and others to ask questions such as ‘what caste is my baby?’ There are probably lots of old wives tales about ways to tell as well. Eg, your boy drinks a lot of milk, must be an alpha. Your girl cries a lot. Must be a beta. Etc.

Having said all that, I must confess, I sense there is another question beneath the question here… and that question is: ‘did Bruce’s billionaire parents one of whom is a doctor with access to this sort of equipment know Bruce’s caste?’

Maybe.

Maybe that was why he was called Bruce and not Thomas Wayne Jr.

Maybe that was why they were so tolerant and understanding of Bruce’s behaviour when he was young (he cried a lot, was very easily frightened, and very clingy as a child).

Or maybe they didn’t know and didn’t care. They went through hell to get a child all their own and while I think they would have feared for Bruce if they knew he was an omega simply because they knew how much harder it was for omegas… I don’t think it would have changed how they loved him.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

🏰⚔️🐲... ugh... I have to do the thunk

No one was about to argue with the crown prince as Levi carried Eren through the gates of the barracks. Letting Erwin organise everything, they were shown through to their quarters for the duration of their stay. The room wasn't up to Levi's standards in terms of cleanliness, with the smell of clove cigarettes soaked into the fabrics of the room. Laying Eren down, Levi unclipped his fur coat, about to move away when Eren's hand grabbed his arm weakly. Turning back, he sank down onto the bed, reaching up to cup his boyfriend's cheek "Hey, you. I thought you were sleeping" "Mmm, was. Where are we?" "At the barracks. Armin is with Erwin" "That's good... I'm..." "Don't say you're sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for" "I ran away" "Really? I hadn't noticed" "I'm sorry for making you worry" "I understand. It... it hurt you left, but when I talked with Erwin, he made me understand how hard it must have been for you to be there" "I wanted to... ask Historia, but I didn't dare..." Gently sliding his thumb across the tear mark on Eren's cheek, the omega nuzzled into the touch "It hurt so much. M-my stupid magic wouldn't work... I thought I was going to die" "There was so much blood, and your body so weak. I feared I'd lose you, but you fought so hard. I was so proud. I am so proud of you" Eren grew teary again, turning his face away "I'm sick of feeling like this... I'm sick of crying, but I can't stop thinking about them" "They've been on my mind too. I had no idea what to do, expect be there with you" "That's all I need... but I understand if you no longer hold affection for me. You deserve children, and someone who can give you them" "Children aren't everything. I don't love you because you are supposed to be able to give birth. I love you because you're always giving your best, and trying your hardest for Eldia. You care more the people of the kingdom than yourself. Besides, you're now the public lover of the prince" Eren groaned at him "I still can't believe you did that. We agreed to keep this in the shadows, that we could never be more than what we were" "Between Petra and Zeke, and your disappearance, I lost my head. Normally I am much more composed" "I know... It's... it's been hard not being with you. I needed sometime to recover, and I needed to think, but all I could think was that you were angry and disgusted with me" "I thought you were beautiful as you fought to birth your clutch. I know it caused you pain, but your swollen stomach and small breasts, watching the eggs slide from you, dripping with my come... you... you're amazing" Honestly, Levi had found the whole birth erotic. While he'd been scared for his lover, Eren's vulnerable state did all kinds of things to him that he didn't think possible. Rolling away, Eren pushed his face into the pillow "I'll... I'll never be like that again" Shit. He didn't think his reassuring words through "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I'm shit at this. What I'm trying to say is that I didn't find it disgusting" "I feel so empty. I knew they were dead. I thought if I could just find somewhere to give birth, you'd never find out... I knew they were dead, Levi. I knew it... why can't I get over this?! Why am I so fucking weak?!" Climbing over Eren, Levi spooned up behind him. Kissing his boyfriend's shoulder, he slid his right hand down Eren's arm until he found the omega's hand, interlacing their fingers "You're not weak. You've just been through something heartbreaking. I know you don't cry unless something is truly wrong. These tears don't make me mad, or make me care any less. If you'll remember, you weren't the only one to cry..." "This is all my fault. I shouldn't... I shouldn't be like this, over what happened" "Don't talk like that. Sometimes life isn't fair. Here, get some rest. Zeke is off doing his own thing until dinner, then you'll be on my arm" "But... my face" "Is beautiful" "The scales make people uncomfortable" "Fuck them. I dropped the ball when I didn't realise you were pregnant... you were right there... and I was so busy with work, I didn't know" "No... no, I didn't want you to see... I didn't want to get your hopes up..." Eren's breath hitched before he began to cough. He hated Eren's coughing fits, his lover seemed so pained each time, yet he couldn't do anything about it "Shit, brat..." "I don't feel very good" "You're exhausted and you need to rest" Eren's coughing continued into gagging, releasing his lover, Eren scrambled to sit on the edge of the bed, drooling and heaving until he finally threw up a tiny puddle of sick. Crawling to sit behind Eren, he rubbed his back gently "Better?" "Mmm... my stomach's felt off tender since..." "Your magic hasn't healed it?" "No... its not like it's sore, just tender" "Is that why you're not eating?" "Kind of... the first few days... I was still... not in a good headspace" "I'd say you're still not. If I have food brought to the room, will you eat?" Eren sighed as he slumped back against him, both hands moving to rest on his stomach "Maybe... being with you... it makes it better" Levi's heart gave a funny little jump with happiness at Eren's words. There wasn't much to be happy about right now, but his lover wanted to be with him "Something soft?" "Porridge... but not too much" "And some tea" Eren nodded, rubbing his forehead against Levi's cheek "You and your tea" "You're the same. Just because it doesn't have your fancy herbs..." "Ginger is good for an upset stomach... but just the thought of it makes me feel sick" "Do you want to take a shower? Or a bath? These are the barrack leader's quarters, so there's both a private shower and bath" "A shower... I don't think I'll stay awake if I have a bath" "You can take as long as you like. No one expects to see us until tonight. Erwin's organising clothes for you and Armin" "Levi, no offence, but I don't feel like sex" "I didn't mean to make it sound like that was what I had in mind. I just wanted you to rest. Zeke wants to speak with you. There was a rumour that you're heavily pregnant, and now he wants to see if those rumours were true" "I don't know if you told me or not... my head's really fuzzy" "Try not to think too much about it. I'll take care of everything" "I know you will. I'm going to take that shower now" Eren managed to fall asleep standing in the shower, Levi growing concerned when the food he'd asked to be to brought up, arrived before Eren exited the bathroom. Slumped against the wall, Eren was snoring while the water ran down his back and dripped off his arse. Other than a slight widening of his hips, Levi couldn't see any signs of him having been pregnant. No stretch marks. No cute little breasts with engorged nipples. Shaking his head, Levi turned the water off, Eren mumbling something unintelligible as he just about tripped over his feet, turning towards him. Grabbing the top towel set out on the bathroom vanity, he bundled Eren up, before carrying him out to the bed, the teen a clingy mess as nuzzled into Levi's neck. He couldn't deny it. Clingy Eren was absolutely adorable... until the towel grew soaked and Eren grew cold. Drying him down, he had nothing for his boyfriend to wear, so wrapped him back up in his cloak, then settled them both down on the bed, the tray of food placed to sit beside them. Trying his luck at feeding Eren one handed, he managed to shove the spoon into Eren's nose, Eren laughing softly as he stretched against him "You don't need to feed me" "You're pretty much asleep, but you need to eat" "Just let me handle it... wasn't I in the shower?" "You fell asleep standing up. I didn't have clothes for you yet, so..." "No. It's ok... you should have woken me properly" "Maybe I wanted to try feeding you?" He didn't know what he was supposed to do anymore. What the boundaries were, or what Eren was going to think once he wasn't off in la-la land "My nose says otherwise" Yawning, Eren wiped porridge against Levi's cheek as he tried to nuzzle him. The omega then letting out an unimpressed huff "Fine feed yourself then, but you're sleeping once you've eaten" Reaching for a napkin off the tray, by the time he'd turned back to Eren, the teen's head was lolled back as he let out a loud snore. God. What was he going to do with him? * Eren had been so sure Levi would no longer love him. He'd been an absolute mess as he pined for his alpha, and his lost clutch, leaving Armin trying to comfort him over something he knew nothing about. Convinced he'd lost both, he gave up completely, until Erwin sent word to Armin that Levi wished to see Eren. Well, Levi sent word to Armin that the Prince wished to see him. Now that Armin knew he was dating the prince, he didn't feel quite so shit about turning up on his door. The main issue now was how everyone else was going to take it, and by that, he meant Mikasa. The girl had wanted to be there for him, but she could conceive. She could still have children. She hadn't thrown away her chance to save her boyfriend's life, only for her boyfriend to be the sweetest and most understanding man in existence. Levi didn't blame him, and Eren couldn't bare to tell him that it had all been for him. Levi would be crushed, and if he wasn't angry at him now... he would be once he learned the real truth. It may have been cowardly, but as long as it was still a secret, he could remain by Levi's side... apparently publicly now. He couldn't believe his boyfriend had been so stupid, even if he was grateful he wasn't going to be handed to Marley where he'd be treated like dirt. Armin and Erwin arrived about half an hour before they were due down at dinner. Despite having access to castle funds, and probably more clothes than Armin could imagine, he'd chosen simple black pants with a white shirt... like a mini-version of Erwin. Even their hair was styled similarly. Armin had it so bad for Erwin, that Eren didn't know he'd realised he'd mirrored the alpha, or if everything had been Erwin's suggestion. Whatever it was, it was sweet in its own way, leading him to find his first true smile in days. Levi showered while Eren dressed, Armin and Erwin waiting outside for them. The omega had been given both a set of robes, and an outfit of black with silver accents. Remembering what Levi had said about Zeke, Eren chose the black outfit. The shirt clinging to his lean lines, leaving not much to imagination, and clearly showing he wasn't pregnant. The pants were a little bit tight, his hips had seemed to grow, as had his arse. Nothing a little bit of magic didn't fix, but it wasn't a great feeling, given he was already feeling somewhat self-conscious about his body. After all, stupid Zeke wanted to look at him. Only Levi got to see him like that, and he wasn't in the mood for sex... which wasn't exactly normal when he was alone with Levi. When Levi came out the shower, his boyfriend whistled at him. Eren frowning back at his alpha, too nervous for flirty. All he could think about was Zeke wanting to marry him off to some stranger. Would it have even mattered who? Or would it have been anyone eager to fuck a slut of an omega... and if he did see Zeke, would the man expect him to strip? Would he believe he wasn't pregnant, and that there wasn't a clutch? How did he prove to a man like Zeke that he wasn't actually fertile? He only like Levi touching him, because no one else could ever compare "Don't be like that. You look perfect" "I don't feel perfect. Zeke's going to be watching me..." Eren's hands went to his stomach pushing against the flat surface. Not even the slightest swell remained... just a chronic emptiness. His heat hadn't even come, and it'd been days... it wasn't like he could ask Armin about these things "And if he does anything, I'll..." "You can't do anything. You've probably wounded his pride so badly he's already plotting his next evil scheme against the kingdom!" Shit. He'd snapped. He didn't mean to snap. He just felt so incredibly sick about what would come next. Dropping the towel, Levi stepped out of it, Eren blushing as he turn away. His new line of thought on Levi's body... It should be illegal to be that sexy. Levi's smooth white skin was marred with small scars from war. His perfectly sculpted abs, and his long thick dick half hard, standing out from his neatly trimmed pubes... How was supposed to not be aroused by that? "Something wrong?" "Wha? No... you're supposed to be getting dressed" Walking up behind him, Levi wrapped his arms around him "Really? I can smell you. Your fear. You have nothing to be afraid of" "I don't know, I'm being stabbed in the arse right now" "I can't help myself, when I'm with the man I love, I can't help but to want to hold him" "You can hold me all you like, but I'm not... ok with sex right now" "I'm not asking for sex. I know you're nervous, so I wanted to hold you. To make you feel better... I don't know what I'm doing, it's usually you holding me" Turning in Levi's arms, Eren sighed. Neither of them really knew what to do in a relationship. If it wasn't Levi calming him down, it was Eren reminding the alpha he couldn't go to war with all the idiots in the world "I'm sorry. I'm nervous, and snapping because of it. You being so sexy isn't helping either... can you please get dressed? I'm either going to faint with nerves or throw up again, if we don't leave soon" "Here, come here" Led with Levi walked backwards, his boyfriend turned him at the last moment and pushed him down to sit. Kneeling down, Levi rubbed both wrists against his neck, scenting him "You're mine. No one is going to touch you. Just stay by my side, and if you do get separated from me, go to Erwin or to Armin" "I feel really pathetic right now" "No. It's fine. Even I hate these dinner things. Everything has to be tasted first. All the staff need to be checked, as does everything coming in. We have to make sure that Prince Pin-dick is served Marley cuisine, because Eldian food isn't good enough for him. Then we have to listen to his insults. You know, a fun filled night for all" "And don't forget all their scents. It's a tad overwhelming sometimes. You can never not smell when alpha's are horny, or interested" "If they touch you, I'll kill them" "Don't talk about death so easily" "Anyone who forces themselves upon another..." Levi shook his head, pulling away as he moved to busy himself with dressing "Levi?" "It's fine. I won't let them hurt you" Erwin and Armin were still waiting in the hall, Levi taking his hand to guide Eren through the halls. He didn't know how Levi could possibly be so calm, they were about to make their first public appearance together... as a couple. A dragon and a cursed prince. It was some kind of bad joke. As they walked, the noise of the crowd grew louder, Eren stumbling pathetically "It's fine" "It's not fine. This is a terrible idea" He wished he had a sliver of Levi's confidence. Piping up from behind them, he could practically feel Armin nodding behind them as they walked "Eren, you're dating the crown prince. No one is going to say anything" "Armin, I have a face full of scales, and people think I'm pregnant. I think everyone's going to be saying something. Not to mention, I've been dating the prince, and Mikasa doesn't know" Armin let out a less than comforting "oh", while Levi squeezed his hand. If Eren didn't know better, he'd say Levi was slightly scared of Mikasa. God. This wasn't going to be fun at all. For some reason, the guard at the door felt the need to announce Levi's arrival as "Prince Erwin, and his consort, Eren". Well. It wasn't like he had a chance of entering unnoticed... but any chance that he might have prayed for disappeared. There was clapping, which he had no idea how to respond to, then everyone went back to what they were doing, which seemed to be talking about him. Led by Levi to the high dining table, his chair was pulled out by an attendant, seperate to the attendant attending to Levi. He hated eating in front of everyone, nor did he feel as if he was supposed to be sitting at the same table as Zeke and Levi... and Petra. On Levi's "side" of the table, it was Levi, Eren, Erwin, Armin, then Petra... something Petra looked quite sour over. Eren severely regretted having noticed Petra. Not only was Petra the ex-fiancée, she was now being forced to acknowledge Levi had taken him as his public lover. Scanning the room, he regretted his actions further when his eyes met Mikasa's. Hurt didn't come close to the emotions on her face, neither did confused. Placing his hand on his, Levi squeezed as he leaned in "It'll all be ok. We can talk to her after dinner" If he made it through dinner... It was supposedly easy. You used the knife to cut your food, and your fork to guide the food from your plate to your mouth on a civilised way. Eren fucking choked. Staring down at the two objects in his hands, it was like he'd forgotten how to use them. Even though the rest of the room was making enough noise to hide any small slip ups, he kept catching pieces of conversation, which led to his plate accident being flooded with gravy, and peas being spilt to the floor. The topic of the night was "how the prince had taken a monster for a lover", and "how did they know that Eren hadn't bewitched the prince?". No one in the room trusted him. At the castle, the magic dulled the voices, but there was no such magic here. Further down the table, on Marley's side, a few of the soldiers were discussing how sex with a dragon would even work, and if Eren had more scales beneath his clothes. The worst was of all the voices, was the one he couldn't hear. Mikasa's squad had asked her about him, but when she'd told them she knew nothing, they'd all continued to pester her only to receive no reply. Yeah. Everything was just fucking fine. Having failed the food part of dinner, it became the drinking part of dinner. Marley wine was made available to everyone, while Zeke bragged about the vineyards of Marley. Most of the grapes actually came from Eldia these days. Shipped to Marley to be turned to wine, then sold to Eldia at an inflated price. Silently excusing himself, Eren made for Mikasa, only for Mikasa to turn an make a beeline for the rooms double doors. Following her, her pain lingered in the air as she strode from the room, disappearing before he could reach the doorway. Following his nose, he found Mikasa sitting on the ledge of a small bubbling fountain. In her hands was the scarf Eren had gifted her as children "Mikasa?" "Go away, Eren" "Mikasa, please" "I do not wish to speak to you" It didn't stop him, walking over, he stopped a meter or so short of the female alpha "Then listen to me. I didn't mean to hurt you" "How long?" So she did want to speak? Why did women have to be so confusing? "He is my master. He has been since I took my vows" "That was over a year ago" "I know" "Then why didn't you tell me?! You knew how I felt" "I... did..." "Was it a joke to you? Did you care at all?" "Of course I did" "Then why?! Why wouldn't you tell me? I'm your sister!" "I couldn't..." Mikasa growled, pulling the scarf so taunt Eren thought it tear "Couldn't or wouldn't?!" "I couldn't... He's the prince" "And I'm your family! You lied to me! You lied to Armin! Did... did it make you feel better to lie to us?" "What? No. And I couldn't. He's the Prince of Eldia. It's not like I expected this to become public" "Did he threaten you? Did he force you into this? Force himself upon you?! I'll kill him!" "Mikasa... it's not like that" "Have you used protection?! Don't tell me you were stupid enough to believe him... Don't tell me this has become public because you're pregnant?!" "I'm not pregnant" "Then why?!" Ouch. That hurt... was it really impossible that they could care for each other "Why?!" "Why, what?" "Why him?! His engagement has barely dissolved, and you're in his bed!" "Mikasa, you are being completely unreasonable!" "Answer the question. Did you not care he was engaged?! Did you care at all about his fiancée as you spread your legs and let him fuck you" Eren's hands dropped to his sides. Clenching them into fists, he shook with anger, letting his tongue get the better of him as he replied cooly "I was fucking him before he was engaged. I was fucking him before we knew I was a dragon, and he never wanted to be engaged. And besides, it doesn't matter how many times he fucks me, I can't have children. I'm infertile Mikasa" Mikasa's sent changed from anger to sorrow "Eren... I didn't know" "Of course you didn't. How was I supposed to tell you that I have heats, but can never have children? As if you could understand. You're an alpha, you don't have to deal with people want to fuck and breed you, simply because you're an omega" "I..." "No. I'm done Mikasa. I came out here because I wanted to make things right between us. You're my sister, and that won't change. Even while I was at the sanctuary, I used to think of you and Armin, the trouble we used to get into. I used to think we could have those days again. That we could get them back, but all I can do is keep moving forward. I never asked for Erwin's marriage to be dissolved. I urged him to wed to secure peace, but he made this choice for himself" "He's taking advantage of you!" "How?! How, Mikasa? Because I sleep with him? Because he looks after me, and makes sure I'm ok?! You've done nothing but take your anger out on me and make me feel like a slut, when the only person I've slept with is the man I chose to love" "Your a dragon. Your magic and your scales..." "He loves my scales. I was nervous to tell him I'd been invited to Draecia, but he knew how badly I wanted to go, so he let me. He made sure my time there wouldn't go against the vow to the kingdom I made" "You're..." "He makes me happy" "If you're so happy, why are you here? Why did you spend the week having screaming nightmares, and clinging to Armin? If you're happy, why weren't you with him" "Because I can't have children and I have a heat approaching. How would you feel if your partner was an omega who'd found they couldn't have children. That heats and ruts would never lead to a clutch or a child? How would your partner feel? I fell apart. I fell apart and I fucking ran from him. And you know what, he came here to make sure I was ok" "Don't flatter yourself. He's here to see Prince Zeke off. Prince Zeke has requested your presence" Fucking Petra. What could be worse than a woman scorned? Two women scorned. Two pissed off alphas... With his heartbeat racing in his eardrums, Eren shook his head quickly "I am not having this argument with either of you. The prince has chosen me. And I am sorry you were both hurt. Petra, I believe you genuinely did love him. Mikasa, I am sorry I couldn't love you, for more than the most amazing sister I could ask for" Leaving the area, Petra glared as he walked past. He hadn't wanted anyone to be hurt, and it was Petra's fault for clinging to a dream Levi had said would never happen. Trying to keep it together, he knew his scent was betraying him. It would have hurt far less if Mikasa had struck him, rather than seemed so disappointed in his choices. She wasn't his mother and she needed to stop acting as if she was. She needed to find her own path, like he'd found his... though he'd ended up on his path by pure accident. Returning to the dining hall, the party was still underway. Zeke and Levi were engaged in what seemed to be a tense conversation without Erwin there to "keep the peace", Eren sighing to himself as he walked around the outside of the room, and stepped up onto the slightly raised level where the high table sat. Continuing along, he moved to stand just behind and between both alphas chairs "I was informed you wished to speak to me?" Zeke's smile didn't reach his eyes as he looked him up and down "I've heard a rumour that you were pregnant" "I'm sorry you've been misinformed, as you can see, I am not" "I can't see" Eren blinked a dozen times in confusion. What? He knew Zeke wasn't blind... "What?" "I cannot see. Take your shirt off" Levi growled... This was probably Zeke's revenge for Levi shaming him, by shaming Eren in return "How can I confirm he is indeed not carrying, if I cannot see his stomach?" "It's plain to everyone. The rumour in question stated that Eren was heavily pregnant, as you can see, he is not" "I don't believe it, and I won't that easily. Remove your shirt" Eren jumped and flinched as Levi slammed his hand down on the table "He's not fucking pregnant!" "Then prove it! Or is there some other reason why he should not remove his shirt? I have warned you, I will not take kindly to you lying to Marley over this. Either he takes his shirt off, or he admits he's carrying" Eren sincerely wished he could magically turn Zeke to stone. The anger of the two men had drawn the attention of most of the room. Swallowing hard, his fingers shook as his hands moved to start unbuttoning his shirt "Eren..." Levi's voice was a warning growl, but if the two alphas continued to bicker, things could get a whole lot worse "It's fine, your majesty. I'm not pregnant, and if this proves it, it's fine" Zeke looked unbearable smug as Eren stripped off his shirt. The dining room seeming so much colder as goosebumps erupted across his bare skin. Rising from his seat, Zeke placed a hand on his stomach, Eren nearly vomiting at the touch. Pulling a crystal pendant from his pocket with his other hand, the man held it near his stomach "What are you doing?! Get your hands off of him!" Levi looked enraged, Zeke merely sighing as he looked to the pendant. Eren had no idea what the pendant meant, only that it glowed ever so faintly, before turning black "What the fuck is that?" "A little stone to confirm the truth. It seems he is indeed not pregnant" No fucking shit... Levi growled softly "Then you're done with this ridiculous line of enquiry!?" "It would seem the case" The way Zeke met his gaze, Eren felt as if that was very much not the "case". It was like he was seeing right through him, and like he knew about the clutch "Put your shirt back on, your causing a scene" Pulling his hand away, Eren took half a step back as he sucked down a breath. Trying to do his buttons up, he gave a small whimper as his hand slipped. Having reappeared to Levi's side when Zeke had started making a scene, Erwin turned him from everyone trying eyes, pulling him half a step forward to make sure his chest was hidden from everyone watching by the high back of the wooden chair Levi was sitting in "Eren?" Like a knife and fork, he knew how stupid buttons worked "Sorry. I can't seem to stop shaking" "Buttons have become my mortal enemy with one arm. Take a deep breath and try again" Breathing didn't help when it came to Zeke's scent. Eren wanting to scrub himself raw to remove it... getting most of the buttons into the right hole, he breathed a long sigh of relief "See. Not so bad" Eren looked to Levi's chair, at least he hadn't been dressed by his lover. He didn't think he could survive the embarrassment of that "Go ahead. He was worried about you when you walked out" "I don't know if I can... everyone is talking about us. I can hear them" "Everyone is always going to find something to talk about. All you can do is hold your head high" "I couldn't even eat dinner. I don't know the first thing about doing this. And of this... all I know how to do is smile and try fumble my way through everything" "That's what we all do. Now that he's made all of this public, you'll be expected to attend more royal events" Nooooo. He hated the royal events. Something always seemed to fucking happen. He was a jinx... not to mention his scales "Events? You guys want to let me out in public, like this?" Erwin snorted "You're fine. The first even his royal highness went to, he had to be restrained and removed from the room" "What did he do?" "I threatened to kill an aristocrat for being an idiot. If you're quite done whispering, you may rejoin the conversation" That was so Levi. Absolutely no patience for anyone he considered stupid... yet for some stupid reason, he had all the patience in the world when it came to him "Sorry, sir... Levi, are you joining us?" "No, I'm afraid I let Armin with Mikasa" Ugh... "You should probably get back then... Armin stands no chance against a raging Mikasa" "She was yelling at Petra when a soldier came to fetch me" "Oh..." At least they hadn't ganged up against him, and Levi... that was something, right? "Yeah" "Eren?" Erwin shook his head lightly before leaving him, Eren taking the few small steps to his chair feeling awkward. He was ready to sit when Levi pulled him down into his lap "Sir?!" Squeaking in surprised, Levi wrapped his arm around him, while his other arm slipped under his legs, forcing Eren to sit in his lap with his legs over the side of the chair, and his side alone Levi's chest. He could smell the jealousy on his boyfriend... why did he have to get stuck between two alphas and their pissing match?! Eren was pretty sure, no prince had ever dragged their lover into their lap like Levi was doing now, but his warm hold was soothing his jumbled thoughts. Clicking his fingers, Zeke summoned his attendant to refill their goblets with wine, Eren's moved to sit beside Levi's as his face warmed. It felt so wrong to be waited on. Over the next few hours, Eren worked his was through enough wine to feel a pleasant numbness, that stripped away his filter. Levi's scent had grown much more calmer once Zeke began doing the rounds of the room, leaving them to sit at the high table alone. With his head resting against his lover's shoulder, Eren let out a soft yawn, exhausted despite his nap. This public consort thing was mentally draining, and no doubt it would grow worse as word of his relationship with the prince spread. He just wanted to be normal. He wanted to stay in the shadows and support both Levi and Eldia the best he could, and now he'd been thrust into the limelight. Nuzzling Levi's neck, he yawned again, while Levi moved to kiss his forehead "Sleepy?" "A little" "Let's go to bed. Zeke's busy being Zeke, and I want to make sure he didn't do anything to you" "He didn't... nothing more than embarrass me" "You have nothing to be embarrassed over. Everyone here wishes they were as beautiful as you are" "I don't feel beautiful" "You are. Hold on to me" Looping his arms around Levi's neck, his boyfriend lifted him "I can walk" "Or, I can make it clear to everyone here that you are mine" "I think it's been obvious since you announced it openly" "Let this old man have his moment" "You're hardly old" "I'm glad you think so" "I do... I'm sorry for my behaviour, I was incredibly nervous" "I know, and there is no need to apologise. All of this was sprung upon you" "You've got that right. You went broke all our arrangements in seconds" "I don't regret it. It's one less secret to carry" "We've both got plenty of them" "Someday I might tell you mine, and you will tell me yours" Eren laughed "I might. If you're a good alpha" "I don't know if I am. I feel as if I'm stumbling in the dark when it comes to negotiating a relationship" "I know. The sex is amazing, but outside of that, I don't know what I'm doing" Levi groaned at him, already starting towards the door "How much have you had to drink?" "Enough to silence the thoughts, and to block out the voices" "Voices?" Eren waved a hand towards the soldiers "Dragon hearing. I could hear everything tonight" "Anything in particular I should worry about?" "Half of them thing I've bewitched you as I'm a monster, and the other half want to know what it's like to fuck a monster" Levi looked back towards the crowd with a growl "Please... don't get mad. It's done and it's passed. I just want to go to bed with you" "They're lucky you're so understanding" "They're lucky they have a prince like you, that understands the soldiers here. I like the port, but I don't think I could handle being here full time" "No?" "No... the waves and the ocean are beautiful, but there are people suffering and struggling to make ends meet. It's... it feels a lot like it used to" Too buzzed to know if he was making sense, he didn't care that Levi didn't reply. Seated in Levi's lap, Eren hadn't been feeling very sexy until he'd found himself there. He couldn't quite remember reaching the room, then there had been small touches as they helped each other undress. Next thing he knew, he was seated in Levi's lap, kissing him desperately as Levi's hands groped his arse. He didn't think he was ready for sex, but slightly intoxicated Eren thought he knew best, and Levi's lips felt amazing against his. Breaking the kiss, Eren stared into his boyfriend's eyes "You're so fucking big" Levi's eyes widened before the alpha laughed "With the way you were looking at me, that wasn't what I was expecting" "Do you want to fuck me? Even after what happened?" "Of course I do" "I feel so buzzed..." "I noticed" "I'm wet" Levi nodded "I can feel that. How do you want it?" "From behind. Hard. I want that thick dick to fucking knot me" "But what if I want to keep kissing you?" "Now I want both... fuck me, then let me ride you? But I also want to suck that dick of yours... Drunk Eren doesn't know" "Drunk Eren, can have everything he wants, as slightly Tipsy Levi wants to do it too" "Then why aren't we doing it now?" "I don't know..." Yeah... alcohol was a not so great, great idea. Finding a stash of spirits in the barrack commanders room, drinking seemed to be a great idea... and sex happened... Levi fell asleep knotted him in, while Eren fell asleep pinned beneath him, neither of them with a shred of modesty. Waking with a long moan, needed a moment to process that Levi fucking him sloppily, and he'd just come before waving. His boyfriend wasn't even completely awake, as peppered sloppy kisses to his chest and nuzzled nasally against him. God... so much for no sex for now... and no sex until he worked his mental health out. Grunting, Levi's knot caught, his boyfriend flopping back against him... a few moments passing before he started snoring again... Sober Eren was an idiot, and it took drunk Eren to prove it. He had a boyfriend who loved him to the moon and back, and never would have let them get wasted if it wasn't for tipsy Eren's insistence... and god, how he'd insisted. Levi usually only drank enough to be polite, though he had confessed to him that he really didn't like drinking too much as alcohol dulled the mind... Drunk Eren had poured gin down his chest, for Levi to lick off of him... He'd fucked up. He'd just wanted to forget his depression. He'd just wanted the world outside to fuck off... to not have to think about their clutch. Trying to straighten his cramping legs, Eren whined as his muscles complained. His wriggling and stretching disturbing his boyfriend. New rule. He was going to stick to his word. No sex until his heat came... Second new rule. No more alcohol with Levi. They just had no self control. "Eren?" "No more alcohol" Levi laughed, his alpha dragging himself up to kneel between Eren's legs, sliding his hands up and down Eren's inner thigh, rolling his hips and jolting his knot... Someone was clearly in a great mood "Given the sun's rising, that's pretty much a guarantee. How are you feeling beautiful?" "Like Drunk Eren just taught Sober Eren an important lesson" Humming, Levi leaned down to run his tongue along Eren's stomach lapping at the cum smeared there, his tongue tickling him as he did. Placing his hands on both sides of Levi's face, he pulled him up "That I'm not ok... and that I was too far into my own head to pull myself out alone" Levi's expression softened "I shouldn't have let you drink" "No... I didn't know what I needed. I don't think it was sex, but I do think it was being close to you" Levi wriggled his hips "I don't think my knot's going down" "Probably not, you were very active in your sleep" "I'm sorry... maybe you're right, no more alcohol" "Just for now... I need to figure out things in my head" "What can I do?" "Keep me from falling too far into my own head" "I know you didn't want to talk to Historia, but maybe send a letter to Ymir? She might be able to tell you why this happened?" He wasn't awake enough for an in depth conversation, no matter how deep in Levi may be. Releasing Levi's face, Eren looked away "I know why it happened... I just don't know why I didn't go into heat because of it" "Do you want to go into heat?" With the mood he was in, his heat was the last thing he needed. As far as he was concerned, if his heat never came again, he'd never have to suffer through it for nothing "What? No. Shut up. It's unfair to make me brain like this. And hurry up and go down, I need to pee" "Then to shower, then there's breakfast. Erwin's probably organised a busy day for us" Eren didn't want a busy day, his expression must have shown as much "You don't need to come if you don't want to. You probably still need to rest" "I just don't think I'm up to crowds yet. Is that ok?" "Of course. Once Zeke leaves, we'll have time to ourselves. We can talk about this, about us. Maybe talk about what comes next?" "Yeah. Sure..."

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No one was about to argue with the crown prince as Levi carried Eren through the gates of the barracks. Letting Erwin organise everything, they were shown through to their quarters for the duration of their stay. The room wasn't up to Levi's standards in terms of cleanliness, with the smell of clove cigarettes soaked into the fabrics of the room. Laying Eren down, Levi unclipped his fur coat, about to move away when Eren's hand grabbed his arm weakly. Turning back, he sank down onto the bed, reaching up to cup his boyfriend's cheek "Hey, you. I thought you were sleeping" "Mmm, was. Where are we?" "At the barracks. Armin is with Erwin" "That's good... I'm..." "Don't say you're sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for" "I ran away" "Really? I hadn't noticed" "I'm sorry for making you worry" "I understand. It... it hurt you left, but when I talked with Erwin, he made me understand how hard it must have been for you to be there" "I wanted to... ask Historia, but I didn't dare..." Gently sliding his thumb across the tear mark on Eren's cheek, the omega nuzzled into the touch "It hurt so much. M-my stupid magic wouldn't work... I thought I was going to die" "There was so much blood, and your body so weak. I feared I'd lose you, but you fought so hard. I was so proud. I am so proud of you" Eren grew teary again, turning his face away "I'm sick of feeling like this... I'm sick of crying, but I can't stop thinking about them" "They've been on my mind too. I had no idea what to do, expect be there with you" "That's all I need... but I understand if you no longer hold affection for me. You deserve children, and someone who can give you them" "Children aren't everything. I don't love you because you are supposed to be able to give birth. I love you because you're always giving your best, and trying your hardest for Eldia. You care more the people of the kingdom than yourself. Besides, you're now the public lover of the prince" Eren groaned at him "I still can't believe you did that. We agreed to keep this in the shadows, that we could never be more than what we were" "Between Petra and Zeke, and your disappearance, I lost my head. Normally I am much more composed" "I know... It's... it's been hard not being with you. I needed sometime to recover, and I needed to think, but all I could think was that you were angry and disgusted with me" "I thought you were beautiful as you fought to birth your clutch. I know it caused you pain, but your swollen stomach and small breasts, watching the eggs slide from you, dripping with my come... you... you're amazing" Honestly, Levi had found the whole birth erotic. While he'd been scared for his lover, Eren's vulnerable state did all kinds of things to him that he didn't think possible. Rolling away, Eren pushed his face into the pillow "I'll... I'll never be like that again" Shit. He didn't think his reassuring words through "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I'm shit at this. What I'm trying to say is that I didn't find it disgusting" "I feel so empty. I knew they were dead. I thought if I could just find somewhere to give birth, you'd never find out... I knew they were dead, Levi. I knew it... why can't I get over this?! Why am I so fucking weak?!" Climbing over Eren, Levi spooned up behind him. Kissing his boyfriend's shoulder, he slid his right hand down Eren's arm until he found the omega's hand, interlacing their fingers "You're not weak. You've just been through something heartbreaking. I know you don't cry unless something is truly wrong. These tears don't make me mad, or make me care any less. If you'll remember, you weren't the only one to cry..." "This is all my fault. I shouldn't... I shouldn't be like this, over what happened" "Don't talk like that. Sometimes life isn't fair. Here, get some rest. Zeke is off doing his own thing until dinner, then you'll be on my arm" "But... my face" "Is beautiful" "The scales make people uncomfortable" "Fuck them. I dropped the ball when I didn't realise you were pregnant... you were right there... and I was so busy with work, I didn't know" "No... no, I didn't want you to see... I didn't want to get your hopes up..." Eren's breath hitched before he began to cough. He hated Eren's coughing fits, his lover seemed so pained each time, yet he couldn't do anything about it "Shit, brat..." "I don't feel very good" "You're exhausted and you need to rest" Eren's coughing continued into gagging, releasing his lover, Eren scrambled to sit on the edge of the bed, drooling and heaving until he finally threw up a tiny puddle of sick. Crawling to sit behind Eren, he rubbed his back gently "Better?" "Mmm... my stomach's felt off tender since..." "Your magic hasn't healed it?" "No... its not like it's sore, just tender" "Is that why you're not eating?" "Kind of... the first few days... I was still... not in a good headspace" "I'd say you're still not. If I have food brought to the room, will you eat?" Eren sighed as he slumped back against him, both hands moving to rest on his stomach "Maybe... being with you... it makes it better" Levi's heart gave a funny little jump with happiness at Eren's words. There wasn't much to be happy about right now, but his lover wanted to be with him "Something soft?" "Porridge... but not too much" "And some tea" Eren nodded, rubbing his forehead against Levi's cheek "You and your tea" "You're the same. Just because it doesn't have your fancy herbs..." "Ginger is good for an upset stomach... but just the thought of it makes me feel sick" "Do you want to take a shower? Or a bath? These are the barrack leader's quarters, so there's both a private shower and bath" "A shower... I don't think I'll stay awake if I have a bath" "You can take as long as you like. No one expects to see us until tonight. Erwin's organising clothes for you and Armin" "Levi, no offence, but I don't feel like sex" "I didn't mean to make it sound like that was what I had in mind. I just wanted you to rest. Zeke wants to speak with you. There was a rumour that you're heavily pregnant, and now he wants to see if those rumours were true" "I don't know if you told me or not... my head's really fuzzy" "Try not to think too much about it. I'll take care of everything" "I know you will. I'm going to take that shower now" Eren managed to fall asleep standing in the shower, Levi growing concerned when the food he'd asked to be to brought up, arrived before Eren exited the bathroom. Slumped against the wall, Eren was snoring while the water ran down his back and dripped off his arse. Other than a slight widening of his hips, Levi couldn't see any signs of him having been pregnant. No stretch marks. No cute little breasts with engorged nipples. Shaking his head, Levi turned the water off, Eren mumbling something unintelligible as he just about tripped over his feet, turning towards him. Grabbing the top towel set out on the bathroom vanity, he bundled Eren up, before carrying him out to the bed, the teen a clingy mess as nuzzled into Levi's neck. He couldn't deny it. Clingy Eren was absolutely adorable... until the towel grew soaked and Eren grew cold. Drying him down, he had nothing for his boyfriend to wear, so wrapped him back up in his cloak, then settled them both down on the bed, the tray of food placed to sit beside them. Trying his luck at feeding Eren one handed, he managed to shove the spoon into Eren's nose, Eren laughing softly as he stretched against him "You don't need to feed me" "You're pretty much asleep, but you need to eat" "Just let me handle it... wasn't I in the shower?" "You fell asleep standing up. I didn't have clothes for you yet, so..." "No. It's ok... you should have woken me properly" "Maybe I wanted to try feeding you?" He didn't know what he was supposed to do anymore. What the boundaries were, or what Eren was going to think once he wasn't off in la-la land "My nose says otherwise" Yawning, Eren wiped porridge against Levi's cheek as he tried to nuzzle him. The omega then letting out an unimpressed huff "Fine feed yourself then, but you're sleeping once you've eaten" Reaching for a napkin off the tray, by the time he'd turned back to Eren, the teen's head was lolled back as he let out a loud snore. God. What was he going to do with him? * Eren had been so sure Levi would no longer love him. He'd been an absolute mess as he pined for his alpha, and his lost clutch, leaving Armin trying to comfort him over something he knew nothing about. Convinced he'd lost both, he gave up completely, until Erwin sent word to Armin that Levi wished to see Eren. Well, Levi sent word to Armin that the Prince wished to see him. Now that Armin knew he was dating the prince, he didn't feel quite so shit about turning up on his door. The main issue now was how everyone else was going to take it, and by that, he meant Mikasa. The girl had wanted to be there for him, but she could conceive. She could still have children. She hadn't thrown away her chance to save her boyfriend's life, only for her boyfriend to be the sweetest and most understanding man in existence. Levi didn't blame him, and Eren couldn't bare to tell him that it had all been for him. Levi would be crushed, and if he wasn't angry at him now... he would be once he learned the real truth. It may have been cowardly, but as long as it was still a secret, he could remain by Levi's side... apparently publicly now. He couldn't believe his boyfriend had been so stupid, even if he was grateful he wasn't going to be handed to Marley where he'd be treated like dirt. Armin and Erwin arrived about half an hour before they were due down at dinner. Despite having access to castle funds, and probably more clothes than Armin could imagine, he'd chosen simple black pants with a white shirt... like a mini-version of Erwin. Even their hair was styled similarly. Armin had it so bad for Erwin, that Eren didn't know he'd realised he'd mirrored the alpha, or if everything had been Erwin's suggestion. Whatever it was, it was sweet in its own way, leading him to find his first true smile in days. Levi showered while Eren dressed, Armin and Erwin waiting outside for them. The omega had been given both a set of robes, and an outfit of black with silver accents. Remembering what Levi had said about Zeke, Eren chose the black outfit. The shirt clinging to his lean lines, leaving not much to imagination, and clearly showing he wasn't pregnant. The pants were a little bit tight, his hips had seemed to grow, as had his arse. Nothing a little bit of magic didn't fix, but it wasn't a great feeling, given he was already feeling somewhat self-conscious about his body. After all, stupid Zeke wanted to look at him. Only Levi got to see him like that, and he wasn't in the mood for sex... which wasn't exactly normal when he was alone with Levi. When Levi came out the shower, his boyfriend whistled at him. Eren frowning back at his alpha, too nervous for flirty. All he could think about was Zeke wanting to marry him off to some stranger. Would it have even mattered who? Or would it have been anyone eager to fuck a slut of an omega... and if he did see Zeke, would the man expect him to strip? Would he believe he wasn't pregnant, and that there wasn't a clutch? How did he prove to a man like Zeke that he wasn't actually fertile? He only like Levi touching him, because no one else could ever compare "Don't be like that. You look perfect" "I don't feel perfect. Zeke's going to be watching me..." Eren's hands went to his stomach pushing against the flat surface. Not even the slightest swell remained... just a chronic emptiness. His heat hadn't even come, and it'd been days... it wasn't like he could ask Armin about these things "And if he does anything, I'll..." "You can't do anything. You've probably wounded his pride so badly he's already plotting his next evil scheme against the kingdom!" Shit. He'd snapped. He didn't mean to snap. He just felt so incredibly sick about what would come next. Dropping the towel, Levi stepped out of it, Eren blushing as he turn away. His new line of thought on Levi's body... It should be illegal to be that sexy. Levi's smooth white skin was marred with small scars from war. His perfectly sculpted abs, and his long thick dick half hard, standing out from his neatly trimmed pubes... How was supposed to not be aroused by that? "Something wrong?" "Wha? No... you're supposed to be getting dressed" Walking up behind him, Levi wrapped his arms around him "Really? I can smell you. Your fear. You have nothing to be afraid of" "I don't know, I'm being stabbed in the arse right now" "I can't help myself, when I'm with the man I love, I can't help but to want to hold him" "You can hold me all you like, but I'm not... ok with sex right now" "I'm not asking for sex. I know you're nervous, so I wanted to hold you. To make you feel better... I don't know what I'm doing, it's usually you holding me" Turning in Levi's arms, Eren sighed. Neither of them really knew what to do in a relationship. If it wasn't Levi calming him down, it was Eren reminding the alpha he couldn't go to war with all the idiots in the world "I'm sorry. I'm nervous, and snapping because of it. You being so sexy isn't helping either... can you please get dressed? I'm either going to faint with nerves or throw up again, if we don't leave soon" "Here, come here" Led with Levi walked backwards, his boyfriend turned him at the last moment and pushed him down to sit. Kneeling down, Levi rubbed both wrists against his neck, scenting him "You're mine. No one is going to touch you. Just stay by my side, and if you do get separated from me, go to Erwin or to Armin" "I feel really pathetic right now" "No. It's fine. Even I hate these dinner things. Everything has to be tasted first. All the staff need to be checked, as does everything coming in. We have to make sure that Prince Pin-dick is served Marley cuisine, because Eldian food isn't good enough for him. Then we have to listen to his insults. You know, a fun filled night for all" "And don't forget all their scents. It's a tad overwhelming sometimes. You can never not smell when alpha's are horny, or interested" "If they touch you, I'll kill them" "Don't talk about death so easily" "Anyone who forces themselves upon another..." Levi shook his head, pulling away as he moved to busy himself with dressing "Levi?" "It's fine. I won't let them hurt you" Erwin and Armin were still waiting in the hall, Levi taking his hand to guide Eren through the halls. He didn't know how Levi could possibly be so calm, they were about to make their first public appearance together... as a couple. A dragon and a cursed prince. It was some kind of bad joke. As they walked, the noise of the crowd grew louder, Eren stumbling pathetically "It's fine" "It's not fine. This is a terrible idea" He wished he had a sliver of Levi's confidence. Piping up from behind them, he could practically feel Armin nodding behind them as they walked "Eren, you're dating the crown prince. No one is going to say anything" "Armin, I have a face full of scales, and people think I'm pregnant. I think everyone's going to be saying something. Not to mention, I've been dating the prince, and Mikasa doesn't know" Armin let out a less than comforting "oh", while Levi squeezed his hand. If Eren didn't know better, he'd say Levi was slightly scared of Mikasa. God. This wasn't going to be fun at all. For some reason, the guard at the door felt the need to announce Levi's arrival as "Prince Erwin, and his consort, Eren". Well. It wasn't like he had a chance of entering unnoticed... but any chance that he might have prayed for disappeared. There was clapping, which he had no idea how to respond to, then everyone went back to what they were doing, which seemed to be talking about him. Led by Levi to the high dining table, his chair was pulled out by an attendant, seperate to the attendant attending to Levi. He hated eating in front of everyone, nor did he feel as if he was supposed to be sitting at the same table as Zeke and Levi... and Petra. On Levi's "side" of the table, it was Levi, Eren, Erwin, Armin, then Petra... something Petra looked quite sour over. Eren severely regretted having noticed Petra. Not only was Petra the ex-fiancée, she was now being forced to acknowledge Levi had taken him as his public lover. Scanning the room, he regretted his actions further when his eyes met Mikasa's. Hurt didn't come close to the emotions on her face, neither did confused. Placing his hand on his, Levi squeezed as he leaned in "It'll all be ok. We can talk to her after dinner" If he made it through dinner... It was supposedly easy. You used the knife to cut your food, and your fork to guide the food from your plate to your mouth on a civilised way. Eren fucking choked. Staring down at the two objects in his hands, it was like he'd forgotten how to use them. Even though the rest of the room was making enough noise to hide any small slip ups, he kept catching pieces of conversation, which led to his plate accident being flooded with gravy, and peas being spilt to the floor. The topic of the night was "how the prince had taken a monster for a lover", and "how did they know that Eren hadn't bewitched the prince?". No one in the room trusted him. At the castle, the magic dulled the voices, but there was no such magic here. Further down the table, on Marley's side, a few of the soldiers were discussing how sex with a dragon would even work, and if Eren had more scales beneath his clothes. The worst was of all the voices, was the one he couldn't hear. Mikasa's squad had asked her about him, but when she'd told them she knew nothing, they'd all continued to pester her only to receive no reply. Yeah. Everything was just fucking fine. Having failed the food part of dinner, it became the drinking part of dinner. Marley wine was made available to everyone, while Zeke bragged about the vineyards of Marley. Most of the grapes actually came from Eldia these days. Shipped to Marley to be turned to wine, then sold to Eldia at an inflated price. Silently excusing himself, Eren made for Mikasa, only for Mikasa to turn an make a beeline for the rooms double doors. Following her, her pain lingered in the air as she strode from the room, disappearing before he could reach the doorway. Following his nose, he found Mikasa sitting on the ledge of a small bubbling fountain. In her hands was the scarf Eren had gifted her as children "Mikasa?" "Go away, Eren" "Mikasa, please" "I do not wish to speak to you" It didn't stop him, walking over, he stopped a meter or so short of the female alpha "Then listen to me. I didn't mean to hurt you" "How long?" So she did want to speak? Why did women have to be so confusing? "He is my master. He has been since I took my vows" "That was over a year ago" "I know" "Then why didn't you tell me?! You knew how I felt" "I... did..." "Was it a joke to you? Did you care at all?" "Of course I did" "Then why?! Why wouldn't you tell me? I'm your sister!" "I couldn't..." Mikasa growled, pulling the scarf so taunt Eren thought it tear "Couldn't or wouldn't?!" "I couldn't... He's the prince" "And I'm your family! You lied to me! You lied to Armin! Did... did it make you feel better to lie to us?" "What? No. And I couldn't. He's the Prince of Eldia. It's not like I expected this to become public" "Did he threaten you? Did he force you into this? Force himself upon you?! I'll kill him!" "Mikasa... it's not like that" "Have you used protection?! Don't tell me you were stupid enough to believe him... Don't tell me this has become public because you're pregnant?!" "I'm not pregnant" "Then why?!" Ouch. That hurt... was it really impossible that they could care for each other "Why?!" "Why, what?" "Why him?! His engagement has barely dissolved, and you're in his bed!" "Mikasa, you are being completely unreasonable!" "Answer the question. Did you not care he was engaged?! Did you care at all about his fiancée as you spread your legs and let him fuck you" Eren's hands dropped to his sides. Clenching them into fists, he shook with anger, letting his tongue get the better of him as he replied cooly "I was fucking him before he was engaged. I was fucking him before we knew I was a dragon, and he never wanted to be engaged. And besides, it doesn't matter how many times he fucks me, I can't have children. I'm infertile Mikasa" Mikasa's sent changed from anger to sorrow "Eren... I didn't know" "Of course you didn't. How was I supposed to tell you that I have heats, but can never have children? As if you could understand. You're an alpha, you don't have to deal with people want to fuck and breed you, simply because you're an omega" "I..." "No. I'm done Mikasa. I came out here because I wanted to make things right between us. You're my sister, and that won't change. Even while I was at the sanctuary, I used to think of you and Armin, the trouble we used to get into. I used to think we could have those days again. That we could get them back, but all I can do is keep moving forward. I never asked for Erwin's marriage to be dissolved. I urged him to wed to secure peace, but he made this choice for himself" "He's taking advantage of you!" "How?! How, Mikasa? Because I sleep with him? Because he looks after me, and makes sure I'm ok?! You've done nothing but take your anger out on me and make me feel like a slut, when the only person I've slept with is the man I chose to love" "Your a dragon. Your magic and your scales..." "He loves my scales. I was nervous to tell him I'd been invited to Draecia, but he knew how badly I wanted to go, so he let me. He made sure my time there wouldn't go against the vow to the kingdom I made" "You're..." "He makes me happy" "If you're so happy, why are you here? Why did you spend the week having screaming nightmares, and clinging to Armin? If you're happy, why weren't you with him" "Because I can't have children and I have a heat approaching. How would you feel if your partner was an omega who'd found they couldn't have children. That heats and ruts would never lead to a clutch or a child? How would your partner feel? I fell apart. I fell apart and I fucking ran from him. And you know what, he came here to make sure I was ok" "Don't flatter yourself. He's here to see Prince Zeke off. Prince Zeke has requested your presence" Fucking Petra. What could be worse than a woman scorned? Two women scorned. Two pissed off alphas... With his heartbeat racing in his eardrums, Eren shook his head quickly "I am not having this argument with either of you. The prince has chosen me. And I am sorry you were both hurt. Petra, I believe you genuinely did love him. Mikasa, I am sorry I couldn't love you, for more than the most amazing sister I could ask for" Leaving the area, Petra glared as he walked past. He hadn't wanted anyone to be hurt, and it was Petra's fault for clinging to a dream Levi had said would never happen. Trying to keep it together, he knew his scent was betraying him. It would have hurt far less if Mikasa had struck him, rather than seemed so disappointed in his choices. She wasn't his mother and she needed to stop acting as if she was. She needed to find her own path, like he'd found his... though he'd ended up on his path by pure accident. Returning to the dining hall, the party was still underway. Zeke and Levi were engaged in what seemed to be a tense conversation, Eren sighing to himself as he walked around the outside of the room, and stepped up onto the slightly raised level where the high table sat. Continuing along, he moved to stand just behind and between both alphas chairs "I was informed you wished to speak to me?" Zeke's smile didn't reach his eyes as he looked him up and down "I've heard a rumour that you were pregnant" "I'm sorry you've been misinformed, as you can see, I am not" "I can't see" Eren blinked a dozen times in confusion "What?" "I cannot see. Take your shirt off" Levi growled "How can I confirm he is indeed not carrying, if I cannot see his stomach?" "It's plain to everyone. The rumour in question stated that Eren was heavily pregnant, as you can see, he is not" "I don't believe it, and I won't that easily. Remove your shirt" "He's not fucking pregnant!" "Then prove it! Or is there some other reason why he should not remove his shirt? I have warned you, I will not take kindly to you lying to Marley over this. Either he takes his shirt off, or he admits he's carrying" Eren sincerely wished he could magically turn Zeke to stone. The anger of the two men had drawn the attention of most of the room. Swallowing hard, his fingers shook as his hands moved to start unbuttoning his shirt "Eren..." "It's fine, your majesty. I'm not pregnant, and if this proves it, it's fine" Zeke looked unbearable smug as Eren stripped off his shirt. The dining room seeming so much colder as goosebumps erupted across his bare skin. Rising from his seat, Zeke placed a hand on his stomach, Eren nearly vomiting at the touch. Pulling a crystal pendant from his pocket with his other hand, the man held it near his stomach "What are you doing?! Get your hands off of him!" Levi looked enraged, Zeke merely sighing as he looked to the pendant. Eren had no idea what the pendant meant, only that it glowed ever so faintly, before turning black "What the fuck is that?" "A little stone to confirm the truth. It seems he is indeed not pregnant" No fucking shit "Then you're done with this ridiculous line of enquiry!?" "It would seem the case" The way Zeke met his gaze, Eren felt as if that was very much not the "case". It was like he was seeing right through him "You may dress" Pulling his hand away, Eren took half a step back as he sucked down a breath.