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[aob-a]

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[xxundeadfanboixx]

Been reading a good few poly!141 A.O.B fics, and this may be my own trauma speaking, but I need a fic with poly!141 getting a new team member who seems like an alpha, and a nasty one at that. Damn near feral. Having to be muzzled all the time to try and keep their aggression in check. Their scent like harsh smoke and something tart. It's something that curls the boy's hair and makes them feel ill when they're stuck smelling it for too long.

Feral (the not so funny codename given to the soldier for obvious reasons. Meant more as a warning sign, a disclaimer, a chance to avoid, rather than some fun name meant to lightly poke fun) has been passed around from agency to agency. From one team to another. Like a dog that is constantly being sent back to the pound. There's this look in their eyes that tells you that they are ready to snap their teeth at anyone who places their fingers too close. Feral who has blood that is caked in the lines of their hands. Feral who intimidates betas and omegas by just being in the same room. Feral who's a terrifying alpha.

...

One thing though to note though.

Feral isn't an alpha. The smell of smoke and sourness isn't their actual scent, though it's been so long since they've smelt like themselves that Feral can't even remember what their base scent smells like anymore. No. Feral isn't some overly aggressive alpha that has been rumored to have ripped enemies' throats out with their teeth. Instead they're an omega, one that has learned that to stay alive, they've gotta slaughter those who may cause them harm. They refuse to be killed. They refuse to feel their life almost slipping from them again.

[rinriya]

Dad let his son go. There's no other way to interpret this. His father let child go into adulthood with his beloved. Gaaah. Now it's clearly not just an OTP. I'm Nezhabing believer. Gosh. My heart is pounding so hard. I hadn't felt that from ships in a long time. Wow. It's crazy. A father let his son go so that he could return to his other half. And his half waited for him. I'm speechless.

[justanotherblonde]

alright tumblr, gimme some lotus cake (oubing) content. i have a mighty hunger...

i offer u some screenshots i grabbed from the post of a kindly rednote user who grabbed the video of this scene from a behind-the-scenes documentary

i include the dialogue for this scene below the cut cuz i don't want to spoil it for anyone

Ao Guang (Ao Bing's dad, not pictured, but you should look him up and see how hot he is...): “You don't mean to say you still want to change this world?” 敖光：难道你还想改变这世界 Nezha: *dramatic pause, as pictured* “I want to try.” 哪吒：我想试试 And then it cuts to Ao Bing falling in love blushing, as pictured 😍

[bruciemilf]

no thoughts at all. Just imagining Alfred calling Bruce “love” as a child.

bruce reminiscing about a time that name actually befitted him. And how it doesn’t now. Love shouldn’t have this much blood on it. Love shouldn’t be shadow and cold. It’s supposed to be warmer, and sweeter, and easier. Right?

And then Bruce would call Jason’s name from the kitchen, hands still bruised and ruined and blue from the patrol, “Jay, come eat fruit, my love.”

And no, he thinks, maybe this love doesn’t.

[hobunaga]

Nezha's rage burned his clothes off

[amarcia]

The Saint of Ehrenfest in the middle of performing a ritual.

✨🌙 ART LOG -> @404ama

[naniya27]

HEYOOOO GUESS WHO WATCHED NEZHA 2 TODAY!!!!

[blankie-greenie-anon]

If I could write a scene in Ne Zha 3, I'd reference this:

For context, this is a retelling of Ne Zha's story, where instead of killing Ao Bing, he chooses to spare him because he's a cute little dragon. Ne Zha brings Ao Bing home as a friend, and places him in a goldfish pond to recover from the injuries he'd sustained during their fight.

The way I'd reference this story would go like this:

The duo fight an enemy who's capable of manipulating the Qiankun hoop. They make it so the hoop forces Ne Zha to return to his child form and also shuts off all his power. This is an underwater battle; Ne Zha was using his fire powers to generate oxygen. Now he's drowning.

Ao Bing quickly transforms into his dragon form and swallows Ne Zha to protect him. As Ao Bing hastily swims upwards, the enemy sends a barrage of attacks, and Ao Bing is unable to dodge the hardest hit.

Upon reaching the shore, Ao Bing coughs up Ne Zha, who can finally say the necessary incantation to undo the hoop and go back to his teenage form. Ao Bing also returns to his human form, badly injured.

The enemy bursts out of the surface. Ne Zha has all six of his arms ready—one pair to wield his spear, another to manipulate his silk, and the last to carry Ao Bing. He jumps onto his fire wheels with intention to get Ao Bing to safety while fending off the enemy. Of course, this form of multitasking is easier said than done, and the enemy manages to close the distance. That's when it's revealed Ao Bing is still conscious, and he touches the enemy, encasing them in ice so they fall straight to the ground.

At last, the duo reach a pond filled with goldfish. Ne Zha lowers Ao Bing into it, as dragons heal faster when submerged in water (source: I made it up).

Alternate direction:

Ne Zha isn't able to get the hoop off and is stuck as a child who's too weak to carry either a large dragon or a human teen, so he pleads for Ao Bing to take on a smaller form. Fortunately, Ao Bing is able to make himself into the size of a snake. Ne Zha quickly gathers him in his arms and runs to safety.

[rosdevw2]

Me and my bestie who beat each other in every universe

[startsukasa]

chat has anyone here read aobing zhuan

please

im hyperfixated so bad it’s actually painful

I need someone to talk to about this I have so many thoughts

[aob-a]

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[rinriya]

Ao Bing literally had to be locked to prevent him from following Nezha (otherwise his life would be in danger again) 😭

[captain039]

PART 5 Unconventional Alpha

Alpha!Viktor x omega!reader

Warnings: Heats, suppressants, AOB, light swearing, Viktor’s not dying but still disabled, reader has chronic pain, plus size reader, nesting, Older Viktor, Professor Viktor, artistic reader, age gap reader is in their 20s +, smut? Haven’t decided yet

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Viktor appeared at your door the next night. A packed suit case behind him, you flush a bit knowing what you asked him to do, it isn’t conventional for an unmated alpha to stay with an unmated omega during her coming off period and a potential heat. You’re stewing over at how bad it all looks, but when you go to open your mouth and say anything he shoots you a look with those honey golden eyes and you shut up. You can’t deny that you’re calmer now, your mind isn’t racing or panicking and you can sleep easier knowing he’s there, on the pull out bed. You feel bad for making him stay there, with his bad leg you’re unsure if it’s even comfortable, your mother said to but it incase you have friends wanting to stay over, that rarely happens. Viktor tends to things on his laptop on the small kitchen table, he always has his brows furrowed when he’s deep in thought, scribbling away on his notepads or typing quickly. It’s a soothing sound, pencil against paper, key taps filling your room. You don’t speak much, but you don’t mind it, you figured he was always the quieter type when working or in general, though sometimes you get into conversations about his work or your art casually when he isn’t busy. It’s a quiet evening, you’ve gotten used to his presence and find yourself wanting him to never leave. He sits at the kitchen table, his things spread out there, you’re surprised at how messy he can be even if he tries to organise things, it’s quite sweet you think. You on your arm chair by the pull out bed a book in your hand. You notice he stops typing and your eyes flick to his, his nose flares a bit and his eyes snap to yours.

“Your heats coming” he says and you frown sniffing yourself, you can’t sense anything or feel anything.

“How do you know?” You ask and he chuckles softly.

“I know” he says and the words make you frown.

“You’ve- done this before?” You ask out of curiosity and mild jealousy.

“With an old partner” he says and you flush a bit. Of course he’s been with other people, other omegas, Jesus Christ get a grip on yourself.

“Oh” you answer and instantly curse yourself silently, you watch his eyebrow raise ever so slightly.

“I’ll uh, have a shower” you stand up quickly and shuffle to the bathroom. You close the door and turn the fan on running a hand down your face at your antics. You can’t get jealous over past people, everybody has past partners, he’s not even your alpha! hell he’s probably gone through countless of ruts! Your face flushes at the thought and you quickly busy yourself with turning the shower on and stripping. You stand under the water and sigh a bit leaning your head against the tile. It’s the heat talking that’s it, your hormones are gonna go haywire and it’s gonna get a hella of a lot worse. Why did you ask him? Why did you run to him in a midst of panic? Why did he say yes? Out of pity? Does he even realise you have no idea what you’re doing? That even with the heat you’ve got no clue on sexual relations besides getting yourself off with your fingers?! You take a deep breath trying to calm yourself. Gods he probably doesn’t even want you like that, you insulted his work practically, you’re hardly classed as a pretty petite omega their alpha can throw around if needed. You poke your stomach, watching it go in then out and glare at it. Self love is a hard thing when the world makes you feel unwanted. Maybe you should tell him to go, you wouldn’t want to be stuck here with you going through your first mature heat either. You leave the shower, dry off and head to your room awkwardly before getting dressed and falling on your bed. Your body grows tired easily before you find yourself asleep.

You wake up with a small groan wondering why it’s so damn hot and this bed is suddenly uncomfortable. You sit up, kick off your sleep pants and stare at the boring bed with a look of disgust before you get up and strip it. You flick your light on unaware of the alpha in your couch and start making a nest out of instinct. You raid your linen cupboard in your bedroom and begin making a nest on your bed glad your beds to one side and against the wall. You don’t feel the eyes watching you from the door way, too focused on making this nest.

He wasn’t asleep, he heard your groan, saw the light flick on then a lot of shuffling. Your scent is stronger now and it’s keeping every ounce of self control he has to not do anything. He’s filled with alpha pride that you chose him to stay with you. Seeing you panicked reeking of scared omega in his lab in the middle of the night confirmed all his thoughts of him wanting you, the trust you put in him, subconsciously seeking your alpha out even if he wasn’t just yet. He leans against the door way keeping the pressure off his bad leg as he watches you make a nest with a hazed look in your eyes. You get unhappy when something doesn’t sit right, either throwing it off the bed or slapping it into place. To anyone else it would be funny to watch, to him it brings out a deep primal feeling of satisfaction watching his omega prepare. When you finally stop your hands on your hips as you stare of it unhappily your fingers tapping against your hip. He realises now you’re in a tank top and underwear, your sleep pants kicked across the room probably because you got hot. He knows he shouldn’t disturb you during such a time but the frown on your face is getting harsher by the second.

“Omega?” He coaxes gently and you jolt looking to him with wide eyes. You stutter gesturing to your nest, run a hand through your hair gesture around some more before giving up. It makes him smile as he limps closer having left his cane by the couch.

“What is it?” He asks softly.

“It’s not- right” you huff gesturing to your now made nest.

“What isn’t right about it?” He presses knowing how particular omegas can be when making their nests.

“It’s not-“ your hands make a fist and he knows you’re struggling with heat clouding your thoughts it’s likely even worse. Your skin has a light flush to it and he can see a slow layer of sweat forming. Your scent though, it’s spiked and sweet and mouth watering, he itches to have you in that nest right now but knows that won’t end well so he opts for gently contact.

You feel a slender hand covering your fisted one, and slender fingers guiding you to look at him.

“The shape?” He asks and you look back to it shaking your head.

“Softness?” You shake your head again having laid down your softest blankets on there.

“Scent?” He asks and you glance to it, then him, then back to the nest. It smells like you obviously, but also your laundry detergent, but it doesn’t have his scent.

“Wait here” he says gently before limping out of your room. You feel bad making him put up with your antics before he returns with a dark blue blanket. You tilt your head slightly mouth opening a bit.

“This is from my bed, I use it every night, it should smell like me” he holds it out to you and your mind stops. You take it carefully heart pounding in your chest, you press your nose to it without thinking breathing him in deeply a shuddering calm washing over you. You flush and stop once you realise what you’re doing, he doesn’t look grossed out, disgusted, judgmental, there’s a gentle look in his eyes and a small twitch of his lips before he nods to your nest. You thank him quietly before moving to your nest and laying it over the top, something settles in you and you sigh in relief feeling the agitation leave.

“You’re good at this” you say embarrassed.

“I’ve had experience with omegas yes, but every omega is different” he says smiling gently.

“Well you knew what I needed in an instant” you scoff out a laugh.

“Because I watch” he says softly limping closer his hands lifting to brush fly aways back down.

“I watched how you’ve been acting these last few days” he adds and you feel your cheeks warm.

“I see the over thinking and anxiety, but the calmness in the quiet, how you prefer a soft to touch blanket over your quilt for warmth, how you wake up, get breakfast and sit in your chair for a five minutes then start eating, you miss lunch, but snack during the day, I watch how you forget where you put things then mentally scold yourself when you find them” his fingers gently trace your cheek and jaw as he speaks.

“I notice how your scent sweetens when we talk” he whispers and you feel your cheeks warm even more and look away.

“I watched and learned omega, you trusted me to be here with you during a vulnerable time, I’m going to do my dam-nest to make sure I do it right” he says letting his hand fall back to his side. You notice how he favours one side due to his bad leg, the swirl of emotion in his golden honey eyes, his thick brows and high cheeks.

“Can I-?” You trail off a bit.

“You can” he says and you huff.

“I didn’t even say what I wanted” you sass lightly.

“You still can” he says with a small smirk matching your sass.

“I wanted to hug you” you say quietly.

“I know I’m a little sweaty and I’m going into heat-“ he cuts you off his arms wrapping around your shoulders and bringing your head to rest on his chest. You sigh and melt into him instantly careful not to lean into him too much but just enough. He smells delicious up close and with your heat it’s heightened, that undertone of alpha, coffee and amber. You find yourself wanting to nuzzle into his neck breathe him in there where his scent is the strongest. Despite his lean frame you find out he’s quite strong and sturdy, probably from physical therapy or something you wonder. You feel him lean his weight onto you a bit and away from his leg, you tighten your hold on him offering support and he chuckles gently against your hair.

“Sweet omega” he whispers and you feel yourself warm up and his body tense slightly as if he didn’t mean to let that slip. You figure you should let go so you do, reluctantly and he pulls back as well. You notice a faint blush on his cheeks and feel your heart rate pick up.

“I’ll um, let you get back to sleep and off your leg” you smile and he nods in response.

“Goodnight” he says.

“Goodnight” you mumble as he limps out your room. You listen to the pull out bed creak under his weight before you flick your light off and crawl into your nest. His blanket is over top you, wrapped around, your nose pressed to the soft fabric as you smile and feel yourself drift off to sleep again.

Next part ->

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[rubybii]

Pathetic men

[satire-please]

I just imagine Rozemyne doing this at every opportunity, whether it be at the Archduke Conference or anytime someone brings up her new fiance. Just "LOOK AT THIS MAN! HE IS OFFICIALLY A PART OF MY FAMILY NOW! HE IS THE LORD OF EVIL AND SO GOOD AT MAKING ME HAPPY!"