#he wants to prove to rose he’s strong and worth protecting

[hydriadd]

current mood

[theoddest1]

Regarding Alastor's backstory and how he rose to power in Hell... it just kind of feels out of character to me.

Because he's more like someone who puts in the work for what he wants, because it would feel more rewarding than just asking for it on a silver platter.

Now, I can understand him making the deal if it was around the time he first arrived in Hell and tried to rise up, only to get curb stomped by demons stronger than him and did worse things. And he makes the deal to feel in control again like when he was alive, that I can understand.

But the leak just... completely destroys Alastor's character AND his role in the story.

If I were to write his character, I'd make it where he never really asked for such things because the thought of asking anyone for help was absurd and breaks his already set idea of himself. [outside of the spirits, he asks for help and protection though he sees then more as tools than gods.]

To him, being a Fawn was completely out of the question. No longer will he be under someone else's egregious, yet sloppy, thumb. He pulls the reigns, and so he shall always do so. This also plays a huge part in how I believed he performed his radio host persona when alive.

"Amongst the people, I am the announcer, the charismatic showman, the one who provides the latest news and tales to tell. I have made the stage and set the standards so no man, woman, or child could ever hate or doubt me in a world made against people who look like me. So how, then, would I be touched? I am no ordinary man, I am their star in their night sky, and they don't even see me! Hah! All they see is tale after tale, horrors that they had no rhyme or reason to believe could bleed into their realities. Yet, without a single thought, the one who marks each harrowing inclination that rattles within is the one who made sure each drop of blood stained their perfect white cloth. Oh, how I LIVE for the spectacle, and they live for me."

This is how I viewed him. Meglomaniac, who is assured in his strength, who doesn't think he needs to make deals, or feel threatened when another powerful foe comes to face him regardless if he were dead or alive during this encounter [He is too assured of his self worth to care about what another strong enemy thinks of him]. He is all about being "alive" in the moment and in control. He does what he wants and sees no hope in his well-being, and with that, he manages to at least gain wisdom in being honest with himself. He knows he's a shithead and understands that what he has done was with no remorse or care because he gave up on being a kind soul long....loooong ago. Someone made sure to seal that fate for him. Why should he care what people think when he already has a stubborn viewpoint of himself? It is what it is.

EDIT: I forgot to add that I also made this one of major reasons for why in Hell he is made into a buck/deer. It is a reminder of what he hates most: an animal known stereotyped as docile, a perception he once wore before he turned to a life of crime. This form is a mockery of his ideals and his self-image.

But nah, the show instead has him as a piss baby spouting modern terms like a braindead Twitter user losing an argument over subjective material. He feels far more insecure and irritable, making whatever rule he set up about his smile feel more like cope rather than a well-rounded point. He smiles, yet his irritation and need to prove himself lessens its impact. He laughs, yet will turn around and cuss at someone all cause they think his name for the Hotel is trash rather than making a confident witty comeback. He asserts "dominance" but the way he does this is by using pure force alone and barely any mi d games, making it feel as though he isn't truly as clever or well thought out as he had hoped. Everything we have seen of him in the show destroys what little he had in the promotion of the pilot AND the pilot. He was more witty and charming back when Ed was still his VA on Hunicast. A true waste of a potentially well-made character.

[kyokutsu-sama]

💓💓 can i request for yami?

reader and yami are together. she knows about charlottes crush on him and feels insecure and starts comparing herself to her. yami notices that something is wrong with her and asks her what's wrong. she tells him and he comforts her and tells her over and over again that there's nothing to worry about

Hii!!

Okay, I think that many of those who have a crush on this man are like that when these two are together in some scenes. (I speak for myself cause I get jealous, but also, who doesn't? She's beautiful😮‍💨)

Tw: Insecurities and comparison

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You and Yami had been together for some time and it was a normal and healthy relationship, although there was something that made you a little frustrated but that you didn't want to expose either to him or to others.

You knew that Charlotte, the captain of the blue rose squad, had a crush on the captain of the black bulls and that made your mind go in circles. You thought that getting into a relationship with him would make these insecurities go away but it only ended up getting worse. You wanted to be better, you wanted to prove your worth to him and to also show him that you were better than her. You wanted to show him that only you could love him like that but the more you did each day, the more you got the feeling that it wasn't enough and that you would never reach her heights. She was beautiful, strong and stood out wherever she went, it made you think that you wouldn't be enough and that Yami wouldn't love you if you weren't like her.

Yami has even started to notice some strange things about you, since a while ago. He knew you like no one else and contrary to what many think, he is not a fool, oblivious to others, he is very observant and protective of his squad members and you, being the person he loves, he knows you like no one else.

He began to notice a certain distance from him and you incorporating a strong and somewhat cold personality, something that wasn't very common in you. He also noticed that you started to dress really well, look prettier and train even more than Asta, which left the squad members and the captain wondering what was going on, since the boy was the one who trained the hardest there and now you were surpassing him. Yami knew he had to clear up those doubts with you sooner or later.

You entered HQ, extremely exhausted and with your clothes dirty and full of sweat, you wanted to rush to the shower but Yami, who was sitting in the chair smoking, waved at you and you shivered a little, not realizing he was there.

Vanessa was also present and she could already guess that it was today that the captain would clarify things, just by the look in his face.

"Wow!! That's what I call hard work, you're look really tired. I can read it from your face and your Ki." He said, blowing smoke through his lips

"If you don't mind, I'm going to take a shower. I don't want you to see me covered in dirt and sweat." You said, with some nervousness that he noticed.

"What's the matter? I've seen you in worse conditions than that, you don't need to be nervous about it."

"I'm not nervous, I just don't want you to see me in this state because it looks bad on a woman." You said, before retreating to the bathroom, leaving the captain even more confused than he already was

Both Vanessa and the captain, looked at each other as if they were wondering what was wrong with you.

"Do you know what's going on with her?" Yami asked her

"Well, I don't know but I, as a woman, think she's just looking out for herself." Vanessa guessed

"But she wasn't like that, I mean, she used to walk around, always looking sloppy and sometimes even wearing dirty clothes and I never said anything about it. Did some son of a bitch said something to her?" Yami raised an eyebrow in doubt but Vanessa just smiled

"I don't think so, she wouldn't be put off by stupid comments. You know Y/n, she's don't care about what others think of her."

"Yeah, I know. Still, I'm going to see what's going on in this idiot's head." He put out his cigarette and went to you

You had already gotten out of the shower and were now adjusting your clothes in front of the bedroom mirror, giving a little jump of fright when he came in and closed the door, with his arms crossed and looking at you who froze with the sudden entrance.

"Y/n, did anyone say anything to you?" He asked

"What are you talking about?"

"Y/n, you've been acting strange, to say the least, these last few days and don't think that I'm not paying attention to you because I am. I'm the here captain and besides giving these brats a good kick in the ass, it doesn't mean that I'm not a good-hearted guy. But for you, I'm not just a captain, you know?" He smiled, approaching you and placing a hand on your shoulder

You thought it was a little selfish of you not to tell him what was happening since he always told you everything, all the good and bad moments of his life. You felt your nervousness increasing and you lowered your head so he wouldn't see your sad eyes.

"Yami...I-I feel very insecure about myself..." You confessed in a low and melancholy voice

"What? My girl is insecure ? That's rare thing to hear!" He giggled but stopped when he saw that you weren't laughing and looked increasingly sad. "But why?"

"Because I know that Charlotte likes you and she is very beautiful and strong, you two go on missions together and I'm afraid that I'm not enough and that I can't give you the same as her." You said, moving away from him, trying your best to hide the slight blush and nervousness but everything didn't seem to work

"Wait a minute...Are you thinking that I have something with Charlotte?" Yami raised his eyebrows, confused by what he just heard. "Are you really serious?!" He approached you, holding your face and you just shook your head, confirming

He never thought that you felt that way about the other woman, he already suspected that Charlotte felt something but it wasn't reciprocated and besides, it was you who he loved, not her, so he wanted to make that clear to you.

"Y/n, you're such an idiot. Come here." He picked you up and sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, hugging you with his strong, protective arms. "Now you broke my little heart. I want you to know that I don't have nothing with this woman, absolutely nothing. I go on missions with her because Julius sends me on them but it's just work. Another thing, I don't want to see you compare to her. It's okay if you want to walk down the halls in those cute dresses you've been wearing recently but listen, I really prefer it when you come from the battlefield, looking like a warrior and after surpassed your limits." His hands caressed your back as he spoke. He wasn't good with words but he would do anything to please you. "I love you princess, everyone here loves you just like the way you are. Don't change to look like someone else." He looked you in the eyes and gave you a peck

You felt a tear roll down your face and he brought his hands to your face, wiping the small drop with his thumb and smiled. You felt your heart lighter after his words and gave him the peck back.

"Thank you for the words, I love you so much." You confessed hugging him

Just like you, his fragile little heart also seemed lighter, now that everything seemed clear. But of course he couldn't help but have the last word, as always...

"I also really like seeing you training like a beast, you know? You become a thousand times hotter." He whispered in your ear and you giggled

[martian-writes]

Are You Not Entertained?

Aggression.

Potent Alpha.

Arousal.

It's all you could smell in the air. It's all you will smell in the air for weeks to come.

Why?

It's the annual mating fights. A big event in the little village that called to alphas all over the map.

Alphas loved to fight and posture other alphas all to impress a mate. So why not make them do it and entertain the entire village? While also proving their worth to their omega. So alphas lined up around this time of year, presented courting gifts to their chosen omega and prepared to fight other suitors.

The fights worked in a bracket kind of way. The winner of each fight would move forward and the last alpha would get to truly prove their worth.

By fighting their chosen omega.

That was the /real/ entertainment. The /real/ fight. It was no secret that omegas are strong and can handle themselves. There is a big difference between needing an alpha and wanting one.

Omegas /wanted/ alphas, didn't /need/ them.

It's why alphas had to prove themselves. Omegas don't want any ol alpha that smelled good or looked good. Alphas had to be strong, had be able to protect and provide.

Alphas have to fight their chosen omega to prove that they could do all that.

The idea wasn't to deal damage to your chosen one. The idea was to pin them, pinning them down meant the alphas won the right to mate and claim their omega.

Don't be fooled. Alphas never have it that easy.

- - -

Each omega in the village is given a week for the suitors to fight it out. The village had entertainment for a whole month and sometimes two depending on how many participants each omega has that year.

This week is Izuku's. The most sought after omega in the village.

Almost all the alphas in the village have had fought for Izuku in the mating fights. Only to have their asses handed to them by other alphas or Izuku, himself. They had half a mind to set their sights on someone else but others... well they weren't so bright.

Like Mineta.

Poor little alpha got himself flung into the concrete wall of the coliseum.

He tried every year, just to be the first one out for the count.

Even alphas from around the country would come and try their hand to win Izuku over and fail. Izuku takes pride in beating alphas, Izuku loves the victory of shoving a prideful alpha down. But in recent years he has become bored, all these courting gifts every year, all these alphas and /none/ of them were strong enough for him.

Izuku wants the best and all he gets is mediocre.

So Izuku sat bored in his little viewing section as the redhead alpha by the name of Eijirou was fighting. Eijirou is a foreigner brought to the village as most non-native alphas are. With the promise of fights and alpha posturing for a mate. He brought Izuku a fine courting gift; a wrist cuff made from the finest metals, in the middle a red gem that matched his eyes and a bunch of green ones around like scales on a dragon. He gave it with a promise to win all his fights and Izuku's heart.

Izuku told him to prove it and the male showed promise. He was big, burly and beast when he fought.

Izuku is /itching/ to fight him.

Maybe finally he'd settle down.

Izuku sat up properly as the crowd screamed, as Eijirou delivered a bone crushing hit on his final opponent. The other alpha was knocked out and Eijirou stood victorious.

Wide grin, arms wide open. They made eye contact as Izuku slowly rose from his seat.

He was getting that tingly feeling he got before a promising fight. It wasn't as strong as his first few years of mating fights but it was something.

Izuku made his way to the pit of the coliseum. Eijirou's courting gift on his wrist, It was customary to give omegas wearable gifts so they could wear it during their fight.

Give alphas incentive to win and give omegas pride, if and when their alpha won.

It was also customary for omegas to return said gifts to the alphas when they lose. A token of sorts, saying you did your best and your efforts are appreciated.

"Now. Time to truly prove your worth alpha" Izuku says as he enters the pit.

Eijirou turns slowly slightly confused. "Are we going to" his face became as red as his hair "... here?"

The pit smells of blood and aggression. But Izuku could make out orange-tang like scent that was wafting off Eijirou.

"Silly Alpha" Izuku says as he circled Eijirou taking in the fact the big alpha had only taken minimal damage in his fights.

That was so /good/. It meant the alpha was strong. Izuku could feel himself slick up a little.

"You have to fight me now" Izuku says

"W-what?"

The alpha looked shocked and Izuku tilted his head.

"Do you not understand?" Izuku questions "you only win. If you pin /me/ down. If you /entertain me/"

Eijirou's eyebrow furrowed for a moment before realization settled on his face and Izuku got into a fighting stance. His body buzzing with excitement to fight such a powerful alpha.

Then Eijirou dropped to his knees, head bowed.

"What are you doin?" Izuku hisses eyes scanning the crowd.

They were murmuring. Alphas didn't do this. They weren't supposed to do this.

"Im so sorry" the alpha says looking up at Izuku "But it's unmanly to fight omegas where im from"

Izuku stood straight, eyes wide with rage.

"I am submitting to you" Eijirou says, head bowed again.

Izuku snarls and rips off the wrist cuff, chucking it at Eijirou's feet.

"You. Are. Too. Weak. For me" Izuku says, his tone of voice causing the alpha to whimper and flinch.

Izuku left the pit, feeling angry. Feeling frustrated but most of all embarrassed. He has never had an alpha submit under the notion that they wouldnt fight him because it was "unmanly" what the fuck is that?

Alphas usually submitted because they thought Izuku /liked/ that.

Izuku snarls as he makes it back to the viewing booth. The first day of his week was a total bust.

Total disappointment.

- - -

The second day Izuku didn't have much luck either the alphas who made it to final rounds knocked eachother out at the same time.

Ties were not allowed, they'd have to try again the next day if they wanted too.

The third day was just as boring. What was wrong with these alphas? How could they offer Izuku such pretty gifts and fail??

Was he not worth all the fighting they were doing?

Didn't they want him?

The fourth day got a little more interesting... the purple haired alpha... Hitoshi that's what Izuku thinks his name is /really/ surprised Izuku.

The purple haired alpha was tall, lanky and skinny. He was toned of course but Izuku didn't think he'd have a chance. Handed him a courting gift that sparkled in the sun because of how it was bejeweled, a pretty dangle necklace. Hitoshi gave it to Izuku the last day before the mating fights began. High blush on cheeks and he barely made eye contact with Izuku.

As far as Izuku knew for as long Hitoshi had been in the village this was the first time he was participating in the mating fights.

Hitoshi won the chance to fight Izuku.

The alpha was all types of beat up but it proved he could hold his own. Izuku really didnt get that tingle, the fight didn't seem so promising as he entered the pit to fight the alpha.

Hitoshi was heaving for breath, his body bruised and beaten. Izuku would have offered him a way out, but it was the feral look in his eyes that made Izuku charge him.

The fight was over before it really started. Hitoshi's body was too exhausted to actually fight against Izuku's first charge at him. Toppled to the dirt floor like a statue, and then he couldn't get back up. Even when Izuku pressed his bare foot to the side of his head and demanded the alpha get up.

"I cant" Hitoshi wheezed, ashamed.

Izuku clicked his tongue, pulled the necklace off and dropped it on the alphas chest.

"You surprised me." Was all Izuku said to him.

Fifth day was a bit more interesting, Shoto was an Alpha that had randomly turned up in the village earlier in the year. Handsome one too, the omegas in the village had the hots for him but he didn't seem interested. He wasn't interested in anyone or anything.

Stoic that one.

So yeah, Izuku was shocked when the two toned alpha handed him a silver arm cuff with his family crest on it. Oh the jealousy that came off the other omegas made Izuku smug.

When Shoto entered the pit on the fifth day, Izuku was curious. He never saw the alpha workout or spar or anything really. He wondered how he would fare.

Shoto fared quite well, Izuku tingled a little watching him fight. The tall Alpha was just taking down his opponents like they weren't worth anything. In fact Shoto looked bored as he fought them, like he /needed/ a challenge.

Izuku could be his challenge.

Izuku wanted to fight him so /bad/.

Shoto won. He stood unbothered, arms crossed, foot digging into his opponent.

"You already knocked out?" Shoto questioned

It made Izuku laugh as he entered the pit.

"You seem bored" Izuku said to the alpha

"I suppose fighting you will be more entertaining?"

Izuku smirked "Id hope so alpha"

The fight was getting good, Izuku had Shoto in a leg lock. His thick thighs wrapped tightly around the alpha's neck. Shoto managed to sneak a hand in there to try and pry the omega off but was truly struggling.

It was making Izuku hot, he was slicking up and he knew the alpha could smell it. So when the alpha tapped out, Izuku had become dryer than a desert.

He released the alpha with a suck of his teeth. Stood up, dusted himself off and pulled off the arm cuff. Dropping it beside the alpha.

He didn't even check on the alpha as he coughed and held his neck. He just walked out the arena.

Tapping out meant the alpha would take that lost.

Tapping out meant he was /weak./

Izuku was thoroughly disappointed /again/.

The sixth day was just as boring as the second and third. Izuku was truly losing hope, these alphas weren't worth his time. They weren't worth his affections.

How sad. Maybe he should leave the village? Maybe he can find a worthy alpha then.

The last day of his week rolled around and he wasn't even paying attention anymore. Popping grapes into his mouth, slouched lazily in his seat.

He glares at his gifts.

Worthless he thinks. All the gifts are worthless.

"ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?" The current alpha in the pit yelled.

Izuku slid a look toward the pit and it was an ash blonde alpha, a foreigner much like Eijirou. He was staring right at Izuku, one foot shoving his opponent down, scowl aimed at Izuku.

He wasn't entertained. So Izuku shot the alpha with a look of boredom and turned his whole head away from the show.

The alpha roared in annoyance and socked the other alpha dead in the nose.

Broke it.

The alpha took great offense and made a show of it by being /loud/ and /more/ violent. Izuku had angered the alpha with his dismissal, and the blonde alpha was a /monster/ in the pit.

He was taking down his opponents as if they were mere flies. And after every take down he would look to see if Izuku was watching.

Izuku /was/. He couldn't look away.

The alpha was large, scarred. He wore a necklace with teeth of what was clearly a kill and colorful beads. His muscles bulged when he moved. And the more he fought the more excited he got.

"COME ON! BRING ON ANOTHER" The blonde yells as the other knocked out alpha was dragged from the pit.

The blonde has this wild crazy look in his eyes, like as if he is boarding a feral state.

Gods it was hot. It made Izuku hot. It felt himself slicking up as he watched the blonde alpha take down every single one of Izuku's potential suitors.

Oh gods. Izuku didn't want to get his hopes up.

But

He /really/ wanted to fight this one.

He /really/ wanted him to /win/.

The alpha did, headbutted his final oppoent and had blood covering all his teeth as he grinned victoriously at Izuku.

Izuku was so desperately trying to remember the alpha's name, the gift he gave him.

What /is/ his name??? Ka- kac- kacchan?

And the alpha gave him gold bangles... two for each wrist and three for one of his ankles.

The alpha pointed to Izuku as he slipped the courting gift on and yelled "Come on down! Your ass is /mine/ omega"

Fuck. If that didn't make Izuku hot all over. His body tingle with excitement, the alpha looked feral, so fucking primal. That izuku was feeling as if this was his first time fighting an alpha.

Oh fuck. He could feel the dampness in his pants.

- - -

Katsuki heard of a village that did annual mating fights. Where alphas lined up to fight each other for the affections of their chosen omega. While yes this was a big reason why Katsuki had traveled from the south to north, it was the fact that; when a single alpha had beaten all the other suitors. That alpha got to fight their omega.

Like really fight their omega.

Katsuki's village has a similar custom. Although it's done more privately between a courting pair, the "fight" part wasn't truly a fight. Omega tended to submit early on in the fight after a chase into the woods.

Katsuki didn't want that... he wanted an omega that would challenge him.

He wanted... the omega by the name of Deku.

When Katsuki arrived in the village, there were many omegas to choose from. All strong, all pretty and they all smelled... decent he guessed. They weren't exactly all over him but they aren't shy about their attraction. It was something Katsuki had grown used to, he knows he is a fine specimen of alpha, he didn't /need/ omega fawning over him to remind him.

He didn't need omegas throwing themselves at him either.

When Katsuki entered the village he was looking for a place to stay and wanted to make sure he was in the right place. He stopped a green haired omega to ask and got snarled at. Katsuki's head had jerked back with surprise and normally he'd have some snarky ass reply to something like that.

But.

Katsuki was struck by three things.

One the omega, because yeah no alpha smells like that. By that Katsuki means forest rain on a hot summer's day. The omega smelled like coming home and Katsuki didnt know what the fuck todo with that.

Two the omega was fucking beautiful, his face was sunkissed with brown little specks scattered across his nose, cheeks and bit on his forehead. He looked like the gods blew star dust on his face. He has big green eyes and moss green hair to match.

Three... the aggression that was in that snarl. Like if he could take Katsuki in a fight. That made Katsuki interested, that made Katsuki's cock twitch.

Once he was settled nicely in the village, it was time to start scooping out omegas. In Katsuki's case one aggressive green haired beauty. Katsuki didn't want to ask around... there were a lot of alphas sniffing around and last he saw the omega had a lot of courting gifts.

Not that Katsuki didnt think he could take em, he could take on any alpha and fucking win. But the less he had to fight the quicker he could get to fight the omega.

That was his end goal.

That and well ya know... mating and claiming him.

Katsuki heard... around, ya know picking other people's conversations. Shut up he's not nosey, he just didn't wanna ask around.

Found out the omega's name was Deku. Which Katsuki thought was fitting because that omega looked as if he could do /any/ and take on /anyone/ in a fight. Found out that every single year some alphas in the village and mostly from outside the village were smitten with him. Every year they'd try their hand at the mating fights to make it to the end only to /lose/ to the omega.

Deku was what the village called a warrior omega.

The omega liked to fight for sport, he liked to go hunting and the all things that proved your strength the omega excelled at. It was celebrated, the village elders were convinced that when he finally got an alpha those pups would basically be demigods.

That's how respected Deku was. That's how strong Deku was.

After that, Katsuki watched Deku from afar. Deku never paid much mind to the alphas around, not even to the ones that handed him courting gifts. The alphas always seemed shy when giving him a gift and Deku always seemed /bored/.

This big stupid redhead had given one, promised to win his fights and his heart and Izuku stared at him, not amused, not with a smile and just said "prove it".

Two other alphas handed him gifts that day and same thing.

Katsuki wasn't sure he wanted to court an omega who would seem /bored/ of him. Or seemed dismissive of him simply because the omega underestimated Katsuki's ability to win against him. Katsuki wanted a strong omega yes but not one that just seemed like they were going through the motions of life.

Then.

Katsuki saw the omega fight, spar really but all the same. It was against customs for alphas and omegas to spar for obvious reasons. But alphas could spar with each other and so could omegas.

There was buzzing in the village that day. The pups around the village excitedly run toward the sparring area.

"Deku is sparring! Deku is sparring" they yelled.

So Katsuki followed the pups through the villages and to the sparring area. There Deku was shirtless, adorning beautiful scars that told stories of his bravery and strength. He had legs for days, stocky build, Deku was a walking wet dream.

It's no wonder he had so many suitors.

Deku bounced on his toes while the other omega- who honestly looked like a gray haired version of the redhead alpha, stretched. The other omega was a lot larger than Deku but he didn't seem phased.

They charged at each other, but Deku was quick on his feet. Moving and maneuvering with such agility that it looked as though he was dancing. Katsuki caught the green haired omega smiling, it was blinding.

It was beautiful.

He was beautiful.

Deku was so in his element, he didn't look bored or like he was going through the motions. He was much like Katsuki, someone seeking a challenge, someone to keep him on his toes, bring him that rush of excitement.

The fight was over in five minutes. Katsuki was stunned when the little omega stood on top of the other omega’s back. Grinning, ferally. It did something to Katsuki, made his heart flutter and his dick swell that's for sure.

Katsuki decided Deku was /his/ omega and he was going to do everything and anything to have him.

Going back to his little hut that he was set up in, Katsuki got his courting gift. It was something his sire had given his dam before they mated and married.

Gold bangles. They were special, a family heirloom if you will.

One day one of their pups would give it to a lucky mate. And so forth.

When Katsuki got back to the sparring area, Deku had just finished another match. Different omega, blonde with a weird black streak in his hair, Deku helped him off the floor.

Katsuki approached slowly.

"You need to work on your form Denki." Deku said to the omega "You can't join the fights with a weak form. Then any ol alpha can have you... you aim to be the best. You get the best"

The blonde omega nodded "Right! Can we spar-"

But the omega cut off once he made eye contact with Katsuki. Making Deku look at him, Katsuki bent his neck in a submissive manner and held out the small box with the bangles.

Deku raised an eyebrow as he slowly took the box. Katsuki did not utter a word to Deku, he didn't make any promises. He just stared into those deep green eyes.

Deku has really pretty eyes.

Then Deku shook the box and the bangles jingled and that snapped Katsuki out of whatever trance he had been in. With one last look, Katsuki walked away.

Deku didn't say a word to him.

But that was okay. Because they would have a lifetime to talk once they were mated and married.

A lifetime.

- - -

Izuku's bangles jingled as he dodged Kacchan's hits and grapples. This alpha is so fun and everytime Izuku thinks he has him pinned the alpha pulls some trick to get out of it.

It makes Izuku slick up, it's practically sliding down his thighs.

The crowd was yelling and roaring. It's the first time an alpha has been in the pit this long with Izuku. The village is holding their breath, had their warrior omega finally found the perfect alpha? To give him demi god pups?

Izuku's body is slowing down as he heats up. He isn't doing it on purpose, his body was going into a pseudo heat. Slowing down giving the promising alpha a chance to pin him. For the first time, Izuku and his inner omega where in agreement.

This was THE alpha.

"Come on little omega" The alpha says tine taunting, but his tone also held annoyance. It is likely the alpha didn't realize /why/ Izuku was slowing down. "Where's all your fire hah? Fight me like you mean it"

The alpha /wanted/ Izuku to fight him. He /wanted/ to fight Izuku.

Didn't that knowledge make Izuku /burn/.

Izuku felt the slick drip down his thighs before he charged the alpha. Using the half broken pillar the was in the pit bouncing off it like a bunny and wrapping those thick thighs around the alphas head.

Normally an alpha would fall if Izuku threw his weight like that. But not this one, oh this one took his big hands and gripped Izuku's ass and pushed izuku further on to his face, like he needed to get a /good smell/.

The alpha chuckles darkly, making Izuku shiver. "Oh. I see."

Then Izuku felt the alpha's tongue trace the damp spot on his pants, running from his sopping wet hole to his tiny cocklet. Izuku felt everything through his pants. Izuku squeals, his hands flying to ash blonde locks that were surprisingly soft despite how spikey they looked.

The alpha took that moment to slam Izuku down into the dirt and Izuku gushed more slick like a popped berry. His hands still dug into the spikes, the alphas were still buried in between his legs.

But Izuku was pinned. He could hear the crowd shouting a count down and he tried to wiggle out of the hold but the alpha pressed his body down with one hand and shoved his face further into Izuku's clothed heat.

Izuku's head flew back, eyes wide.

This was it, the warrior omega will be claimed.

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Izuku looks in between his legs and the alpha vermillion eyes are already watching him. They held a glint of /something/, whatever it is. Izuku just /knew/ deep in his bones it's whatever he has been searching for all these years. He slicked more, more than he has ever had in his whole life.

1

The alpha nipped at Izuku's pants and ran his tongue once more over the wetness that had seeped through the pants as the crowd shouted celebratory.

Izuku released the alpha's hair, allowing him to get up. His chin was soaked with slick, /Izuku's slick/ and the alpha couldn't have seemed any prouder.

Crouching slightly, his muscles flexing as he roared loudly.

The alpha was celebrating.

Warmth spread through Izuku and the pride he feels, made him tingle.

The alpha held a hand out to Izuku to which he grasped. Izuku looks up at his alpha, the man is beautiful, sculpted by the gods.

High cheekbones, chiseled jawline.

The alpha looks like everything. Smells like it too, smokey and sweet like someone cooked bananas.

"In my culture" The alpha rasps pulling off his tooth beaded necklace "chosen omegas wear the beads of their chosen alpha before mating"

The alpha places the necklace on Izuku. "It is to claim you. Before my mark is on you"

Izuku looks down at the necklace and then back at the alpha, eyes hooded "Mark me alpha. Make me /yours/"

The alpha growls scoops up Izuku in a bridal carry. The villagers are shouting Izuku's name, pride filling them.

Kacchan takes him out of the arena and into this tiny hut that Izuku assumes he has been staying at. He drops Izuku on to his bed and rips- yes literally rips at his pants. Izuku crawls backwards on the bed and the alpha grabs his ankle, yanking him toward the edge of the bed.

"Don't run from me now /omega/"

Izuku licks his lips "I wouldn't dream of it"

Which was true, Izuku couldn't. This alpha had beaten him, pinned him. That feat alone was /enough/ for izuku.

Izuku had been waiting /years/ for an alpha to match his energy. For an alpha to be worthy enough for him.

He wouldn't run now. Not ever.

Kacchan is the /perfect/ alpha for him.

There was a sudden tear and Izuku was no longer clothed, having been shirtless for the fights. Izuku takes in the alpha before him, all his scars, all his muscles... all his glory.

The alpha's cock hung heavy, already hard dripping with precum. Izuku's gaze traveled slowly up and was met with a look of hunger, he physically couldn't stop the shiver or the slick that wet the bedding beneath him.

So he opened his legs, inviting his chosen alpha in.

Kacchan dove. Forcing Izuku's legs wider than he had offered and lapping at his slick soaked cunt lips. Izuku's hands flew to the hair and gripped tightly as the alpha's thick tongue fucked into his hole.

Then the alpha licked all the way up to his tiny cocklet that was more like a really big clit than anything else. He nipped, suckled and licked at it making Izuku become a moaning, dripping mess.

A thick, large finger circled Izuku’s hole before sliding knuckle deep.

"Oh gods" Izuku whines "More"

And the alpha gave more, working izuku open until he was squealing with his legs shaking. Izuku had already cummed but the alpha was working him toward sensitivity.

"Alpha /please/" Izuku begs

"Please what?" Kacchan's voice is rough and gravely

"Fuck me" Izuku whispered.

Kacchan growls and pulls his fingers free from Izuku, who whines at feeling empty. Kacchan kisses and licks up Izuku's body to his mouth and claims it with a hot, feverish kiss.

Kacchan lined himself up and slowly thrusted into the omega. Izuku grabbed the alpha's shoulder's to steady himself, as his body tried to accommodate the large cock entering his body.

Both Izuku and the alpha's head gets tossed back when he finally bottoms out in Izuku. The pace is slow at first, the alpha paying very good attention to his omega's facial expressions and scent. Searching for any signs of distress or discomfort.

He is such a good alpha already but he finds none of those things. Just pure bliss, happy omega.

Izuku is in heaven.

He just needs his alpha to work faster, fuck him harder. So using his powerful legs he flips them over, stunning the alpha. Izuku's hands press firmly into the alpha's chest pushing him down as Izuku slams himself down on that thick dick.

"Want your knot alpha" Izuku whines "Be a good alpha and /give it/ to me"

"Anything" Kacchan groans "anything you want"

Kacchan's big hands gripped Izuku's waist in a bruising hold. He loved it, the alpha timed his thrusts for everytime Izuku slammed down.

The little hut was filled with the sounds of their coupling, the room was saturated with their mixed lustful scents.

They smelled /so good/ together. Its driving izuku is almost feral.

"KAC-ALPHA!" Izuku cries, tossing his head back, his thighs starting to burn.

The alpha sits up, holding the omega close. "I got you. I got you"

The blonde flips them so the omega is on his back, one leg wrapped tight around the alpha's waist and the other on his shoulder. The angle drives the alpha thick cock deeper, making the omega cry out.

Izuku was so close but he /needed/ more. He needed his alpha's mark, his knot.

Izuku needed /everything/ his alpha had to offer.

Kacchan pulls out making izuku whine and pout. He leans down kissing his omega breathless.

"Present for me" he whispers against Izuku's lips.

Izuku quickly flips onto his stomach. Face down ass up, he wiggles his bottom.

Kacchan strokes himself before sliding back into that hot heat. His pace becomes brutal, pounding into his omega. His cock craving a home into the greenette, Izuku's scarred hand runs down to his abdomen, to feel the bulge in his gut as the alpha fucked into him.

He moans. Izuku feels so full. So good.

Kacchan's calloused hands drag up from Izuku's waist to in between his shoulder blades pushing him down.

"Such a good omega" He snarls "Strong omega. Gonna give you strong pups"

The praise makes Izuku's inner omega preen.

"Yes! Yes" Izuku screams "Give me your knot. Pup me"

The alpha inflates but it doesn't quite catch yet. Izuku's hair gets pulled and his back is pressed to that amazing chest. The alpha yanks the omega's head to the side nose dragging up to the scent gland where he took a big sniff of the sweet scent coming from the omega.

His tongue flicks out, he laps and sucks on the gland till it's swollen and a bit red. Ready to be claimed, Izuku whimpers and begs for the alpha's mark. It makes his knot throb, Kacchan bites down just as he thrusts his knot all the way into the omega.

The alphas practically howls as he cums and Izuku cums with a loud scream of 'Kacchan' and his body goes limp in the alpha's arms. Kacchan grinds into Izuku as his knot is milked for all it's got.

Kacchan moves them to lay down while they are tied together. They are exhausted, between fighting and this, they need the rest.

When Kacchan came to, a few minutes later, his knot had deflated and he slowly pulled out. Izuku mutters his complaints but the alpha keeps cuddling his omega. Scenting the greenette, till he pauses recalling the name the omega shouted when he came.

"What the fuck did you call me, Deku?" He curses 

Izuku's eyebrows furrowed " 'm name is I-zu-ku, and you're Kacchan"

"The hell i am! Its Kat-su-ki"

"Kacchan"

The alpha roars, flipping Izuku from his side onto his back. It made Izuku giggle, how such a name worked the alpha all up. The alpha snarled in Izuku's face which resulted in Izuku snarling back. Which made the alpha pop a boner, which turned into another round of mating where Izuku got to claim the alpha back.

They cuddled after, Katsuki drawing shapes into Izuku's back while Izuku traced the alpha's scars.

"Deku means useless you know" Izuku says

"Tch, as if your stocky ass is useless" Katsuki replies "In my culture. It means you can do it."

Izuku hums. "I like that"

"Good".

They are silent for a few minutes before Izuku decides he wants to know more about Katsuki and his culture.

"Can you tell me more about your culture?"

"Hm?" Katsuki tiredly hums "We have an entire life for you to learn. No need to rush. Sleep."

The alpha shoves Izuku into his chest and izuku sighs contently. He supposes the male is right.

They did have a lifetime.

- - -

Izuku adjusted his collar and cuffs as he stared at himself in the little mirror. The was form fitting, made from animal hide with an alpha claiming fang dead center of it, lined with different jewels.

Kacchan had it made for him, after their mating. Used his teenage alpha fang as a centerpiece.

The collar and cuffs made no sense to Izuku because he was already claimed.

But it was a part of Kacchan's culture and was customary for an omega to wear a collar given to them made by their alpha on their wedding day. That was another thing Izuku didn't understand.

Marriage.

They were already bonded for life, why get 'married'?

But it was a part of Kacchan's culture, it was customary. It was less of a real wedding and more like a celebration, the new mated pair showing off their bond. Katsuki had explained, like how in Izuku's village after  the mating fights were over and all the omegas that had gotten alphas were celebrated.

There was a feast and each couple had dried lavender and rose petals thrown at them.

Izuku's village celebrated hard, this year's celebration was different. The elders never offered blessings to the newly mated couple but offered Katsuki and Izuku.

Their warrior omega was mated. It was going to bring the village great fortune.

"You are like a god to them" Katsuki had whispered to him after the last elder offered their blessing.

Izuku laughed "No. I'm a warrior. You are the god who took me down"

That was an unnecessary boost to Kacchan's ego that Izuku thinks that the alpha did not need.

Now he runs around his village calling himself a god.

"Deku you ready? We don’t got all day!" Katsuki yells as he walks toward their shared bedroom.

"I beg a differ Kacchan! What did you tell me the day we mated? We have a whole lifetime?" Izuku yells back, turning around just in time to see his mate enter the room.

He looks so handsome, with his tribal paints, cape. He lacked his beaded necklace but that was because Izuku had to present him with a new one that /he/ made today at the ceremony.

"What?" Katsuki questions

"You look so handsome" Izuku purrs, his scent shifting slightly as he steps closer to his mate.

Katsuki scented the air and his eyes widened "oh no you dont you little vixen! They are waiting for us"

"But kacchannnn" Izuku whines

Katsuki plugs his nose and backs out of the room "Not uh! /after/"

"But i /need/ you now!"

Katsuki already started hauling ass out their house. Izuku has been insatiable since their mating and Katsuki is unsure how much more his knot can take before it falls off.

"I KNOTTED YOU THREE TIMES ALREADY" Katsuki yells as runs down the hall, he can hear his omega running after him.

"SO WHAT'S A FORTH LETS BE QUICK!"

Katsuki throws open the front door, spotting Hanta, his best friend (not that Katsuki would say that outloud to him or anyone for that matter) and his omega Mina. Katsuki's eyes had to look wild from how startled the pair looked.

"HE IS TRYNNA FUCK ME" Katsuki yells at them which makes them cackle.

When Katsuki looked over his shoulder his omega was already looking like a predator who was about to pounce on their prey. In the end... Izuku and Katsuki are drastically /late/ to their /own/ wedding ceremony. Because knotting his omega four times, /was not/ enough.

What can Katsuki say... they have a lifetime for everything.

The End 

[a-tale-of-legends]

Okay yesterday I did the older protags so now for the newer ones! I consider B2W2 and XY as the bridge between the old and the new,so they're technically a mix of both!

Eva: Flighty city girl that's always wanted to travel across Unova. Has an interest in physical health, technology, and of course, pokemon! Was ecstatic when given the opportunity to get a starter. Only really did the gym challenge after Alder suggested it and to help Hugh achieve his goals ( or rather, to make sure he doesn't go overboard and too into his head). Rather quickly she found out she enjoyed battling a big deal! Wants to believe the best in everyone, but don't exactly favor dishonest people.

Wayne: An ex team plasma grunt that was taken in by Clay after the events of BW. Incredibly remorseful of what he's done ( he didn't do much as a grunt, but the guilt was still there), and thinks that the best way to make up for it is with work. Doesn't associate with the team plasma in driftviel city at all, wanting to cut all ties with his past. He's awkward, not having known much outside of Team Plasma and driftviel city, and is still getting used to the pokemon battling itself, but he ultimately has a good heart and wishes for a peaceful world.

Jude: Adopted child of Grace, Jude has hard cold walls around them with a knack for being rude. They don't desire friends, only really going with Sycamore's group cause there's a chance to be something greater. Has aura powers that they are desperately keeping down, thinking they already know the world and how cruel it already is. Has a soft spot for pokemon but it's hard to show it when they keep their emotions low. Despite it all, they have a strong sense of justice and care a lot, no matter how much they deny it.

Dante: The child of two veteran trainers,Dante is generally kind hearted, though he tends to have a bit of an ego,believing himself to be the most capable trainer of his friends. He simultaneously wants to live up to his parents legacy, while also moving away from their shadow, proving his own worth and skill. He holds himself at a high standard because of this, which makes it hard for him when his ego is bruised by Jude fairly quickly.

Amsonia: A selectively mute girl recently getting out of an abusive household with her mother, they always have their guard up. They are slow to trust no thanks to their past, only truly feeling comfortable around pokemon and her mom. She is fiercely protective at her young age, reluctant to even leave her mom alone to go on the gym challenge at first. Despite being so young, Amsonia had to grow up fast, though she slowly learns how to be a kid again.

Pua/Poppy/Ray/Sunny/????: ( Name still impending) An amnesiac that came from an ultra wormhole from a ruined Alola....not that they remember that. It was founded by Team Skull, specifically Guzma, and was under their care for a while....until Guzma sent him away to Kukui. He doesn't remember who he is, of why Guzma sent him away....but he's planning on making the most of it. Answers will come, eventually,so might as well go with the flow for now!

Naomi: A young girl in Curse-Chosen limbo thanks to an incident with her father, the original bearer. While the Curse caused him to be sick, it caused her to forget. Parts of her past are blurry, even when looking at them in present day. She's an incredibly shy and anxious girl, with low self esteem to boot, though she's much more lively around her friends. She only goes on the gym challenge for Hop, not even considering that she'll make it past the first gym. Despite everything, she has a good heart and wants to help out, even when she's scared.

Carol: Often seen as "the problem child", Carol is the bastard child of Chairman Rose, who only found out about their birth father recently. Mischievous, a schemer and very protective of those they care about, they would go to great lengths to not only protect their friends but get revenge. Does not view themself highly, however, convinced they just make others lives miserable, and tends to self sabotage when buckling under pressure.

Luca: An adventurous spirit, wanting to complete the gym challenge in Paldea the minute he heard about it from his Mom. Would have done it in Galar if it weren't for the darkest day having such an effect on him and his family ( his parents got divorced after their daughter was severely hurt during DD, which the father blames Luca for). Forever an optimist, and wanting to make friends wherever he goes, he's determined to help his friends and have an adventure he desperately wanted back in Galar.

R.B: A girl that's been through a lot, abusive parents, countless schools and countless bullies, Ramona has all but given up trying to be nice. Uva academy is her last chance, and she just wants to get it over with. She doesn't trust a lot of people, especially the school faculty, and prefers being alone, which is somewhat easier when she was given the title The Calamity in past schools. Though it's not all easy: her childhood friend no more is back in her life, much to her dismay and anger, the class president of the rival school is too nice to her, and even more so, a fellow new student is very eager to be her friend. Joy. Her plan to keep her head low and move along the school year is progressively getting harder to maintain

Now for the ages of these guys by the time of their respective games!

Eva: 15

Wayne: 14

Jude: 17

Dante: 17

Amsonia: 11

Poppy/Pua/Ray/Sunny: 11

Naomi: 15

Carol: 16

Luca: 13

R.B: 16

This time around the protags are a bit older compared to the older ones I've noticed. Ames and Poppy are the only ones that fit the older gems age range.

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Overpowering

Part two.

Tanaka x m!reader

You, admittedly, weren’t sure if you should take Tanaka seriously. While you hadn’t recognized him at the time, you realized he was one of the boys you’d seen fawning over the team manager in the hallway once, and you weren’t sure what it meant. But Asahi, and even Kiyoko herself, had come up to you and told you how serious he was.

Which honestly only further confused you.

Because he hadn’t done anything since that declaration to prove to you that he even liked you as a person.

And then you saw him one day.

It was a completely normal day, as you were walking out of class, and you were about to round a corner when you caught a glimpse of it, Tanaka was squaring off with an Alpha you think was in one of your classes. You were just able to make out the other boy’s voice over the crowd of students, “…just don’t see why it should matter to you.”

“Because you don’t respect him. You think because he’s an Omega-“

“Because he’s an Omega he should feel lucky that an Alpha like me wants anything to do with him. You’ve heard what people say, and that scent-“

“That scent is amazing! Just because you’re stuck in the old book way of the Alpha doesn’t mean anything is wrong with Y/N.” You were touched, but also annoyed. You didn’t need him to fight your battles. But it seemed Tanaka knew that.

“So what? You’re gonna fight me because I thought the bitch you like might be worth a little fun?”

Tanaka’s voice was sure in his response, “I’m not gonna fight you. Because if you come at him treating Omegas the way you do, he’ll do it for me. He doesn’t need my protection.” You suppressed your grin, rounding the corner the rest of the way into the hall.

“Tanaka, you have practice to be getting to.”

“Y-yes sir!” He ran off toward the gym without another word, leaving you with the Alpha he’d been dealing with.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You should probably go before running your mouth gets you into trouble that you can’t walk away from.”

The boy just rolled his eyes in response, stepping closer to you even as his nose wrinkled at your scent, “Or you could lose your attitude for once and I can make an honest Omega out of you.”

“Excuse you!?”

“Oh please,” he sneered, roughly grabbing your arm, “With how strong you smell, it’s almost like the whole school has scented you without trying. Makes you seem like a whore. You’re lucky an Alpha-“

CRUNCH!

Your fist connected with his nose, shattered the small bones, as he fell back onto the floor of the hallway. Your anger was almost palpable in the air, and as the awareness of his furious Alpha rose a teacher stepped into the hall.

Karasuno had the strictest policy about the way Omegas were treated. It was why your father, and Asahi’s, had decided the two of you would attend school there. Because of that, you expected the boy to lie about what he’d said when you hit him. Instead he said it again. To the teacher, to the principal, he saw no trouble with what he’d said. So you weren’t in trouble even though you threw the punch.

Waiting outside the gym for your father to walk you and Asahi home, however, was extremely nerve wracking. You knew he wouldn’t be mad, at most disappointed that you did it at school, but he’d be proud that you stood up for yourself.

What made it nerve wracking, was that your hackles were still raised. Something was stirring your wolf, and you couldn’t figure out what it was. It settled like a bad feeling, sinking in your gut until it felt like a lead weight had dropped there.

And then you smelled them. The boy you’d hit came up with two of his friends, blaming you for getting him suspended, and you couldn’t suppress your growl.

Asahi could tell something was wrong as soon as he set foot out of the gym. Not only were you not there, but your scent was weaker than if you had just stepped away for a minute. His head swiveled wildly as he glanced around, but even with your strong smell he was an Omega and he couldn’t track you. Uncontrollably, he let out a whimper, running back into the gym, “H-has anyone seen Y/N?”

“Not since he sent me to practice.” Tanaka scratched the back of his head as he paused with the mop.

“Isn’t he waiting for you like usual?” Suga asked, always reasonable.

Asahi shook his head, “I- I’m having trouble following his scent to see where he went.”

Daichi looked alarmed as he regarded the anxious Omega, “Even before Y/N started here, he was outside the gym every day waiting for you. He’s never missed a day.” Asahi whimpered again, and the other players realized how seriously he was taking your absence. Noya ran over, trying to comfort his mate, but an uneasiness fell over all of them. Omegas were creatures of habit. Pattern. And yours was broken. Why?

Cleaning the gym was abandoned for the time being when you didn’t answer your phone, each player focusing on trying to follow the usually overwhelming earthy wood scent that you exuded as they scattered across the school grounds. Asahi had been paired with Noya and Tanaka. While the two Alphas were usually overly chaotic, they were the grounding force he needed to stay calm. But their presence could only do so much.

The smell hit Tanaka first. Your patchouli scent mixing with copper. He saw when the smell registered to Noya, the boy’s eyes flashing with awareness before he snatched up Asahi’s hand. Tanaka followed the smell, just a few steps ahead of them, and as he rounded the back wall of the third year classrooms he saw you.

You grunted as you felt a pair of hands gingerly turning your head, trying to shove them away as you leaned against the sturdy wall behind you. “Shh, come on, let me get a look at you.” That voice. It was familiar, tugging at your consciousness. The scent too…one that you were growing accustomed to.

Forcing your eyes open, you met three worried gazes. “Oh, geez, I must look terrible for you all to be looking at me like that.”

Noya snorted, immediately covering his mouth when his best friend shot a short glare his way, as he released Asahi to let him get a look at you, “Wh- what happened? W-who?”

You didn’t answer, just staring at them, but Tanaka answered for you, “It was that Alpha from earlier, right?”

You looked at him, briefly your only thought was that he shouldn’t worry, but then you nodded. “Don’t worry. I broke his nose earlier.” You grinned weakly, “Probably busted his eye socket this time, and definitely cracked a few ribs.” You sighed, “But mother fucker doesn’t play fair. Can only do so much when he brings back up to grab me.”

“Grab you?” Your potential mate’s brow furrowed, “They held you down?”

You nodded, coughing roughly as you swept the blood on your lip with the back of your hand, “Two Betas, I think.” You groaned as you registered your weight being lifted off the ground, turning in Tanaka’s hold to anchor yourself to his shoulders. “Asahi, dad is-“

“Y/N.”

You bristled at the voice, face pointed down. “Father, I-“

“You do not need to explain. I was on my way onto the grounds when I passed three students that were bragging about the fight. I took them to the office, and contacted their Alphas myself. Asahi, I’m glad you’re unharmed.” Asahi whimpered again, glancing at you and back at your father, “Yes, we should get him to the pack doctor immediately.” Your father was an intimidating man, and often times it made you forget how caring and gentle he could be. Asahi wouldn’t leave your side, so Noya wouldn’t either, and he didn’t try to make them. He let Tanaka keep hold of you, and when the doctor began the examination and your father stepped out with the boys, he turned a critical eye on him. “You are?”

“Uh- sorry, sir. I’m Tanaka Ryunosuke. Second year.”

“And?”

“And? And what, sir?”

Asahi nudged him, clearly trying to help him figure out what your father wanted to know. But your father had to suppress a chuckle at the confusion that painted his face, keeping his tone serious, “What are you?”

“I’m a wing spiker? What do- Oh! Oh, I’m an Alpha.”

“Took you that long to remember?” Asahi knew that question was a test, but he couldn’t say that to Tanaka.

But he didn’t have to. Tanaka had blinked, “I don’t really think it matters. Being an Alpha doesn’t change me as a person. I respect that you’re an Alpha, but I don’t respect you because you’re an Alpha.”

Your father’s face was an unreadable mask, “Interesting.”

When you woke up, you no longer felt like you’d been hit by a truck, but you also didn’t feel much better. Moving led you to realize someone was practically cuddling your hand, and you looked down to see it tucked into Tanaka’s and buried under his head as he slept. You could feel your wolf stirring, almost purring at his warmth, but your attention was drawn away as a throat quietly cleared on your other side. Turning, you saw your father leaning against the wall, blank faced he spoke, “This one?”

You swallowed, nodding your head. You knew that as an Omega, you could find a partner in either gender, but you had never actually told your dad that you were gay. Too afraid that would be the thing he couldn’t accept. “I know I didn’t tell-“

He chuckled, a smile spreading across his face, “I don’t care if you’re gay, bud. I care that someone takes care of you when you can’t. Yeah, you chased those kids away earlier. But if you hadn’t been able to, all I want is someone that’ll look after you. If that’s this kid? Well, I already know he’s a good Alpha.”

Your eyes burned but you ignored the tears that threatened to fall, “You like him?”

“I approve.” He answered simply, “I remember when you were growing up, you always asked me what I liked about your mother. You never asked her, though, I’ve checked. It makes sense in a way, we were always closer. You wanted a man’s perspective. You always acted like me growing up.” You swallowed again as he took a breath, “One of the things I remember telling you was that I paid attention to her before I even noticed I was doing it. So indulge me. What have you noticed?”

“I…” You glanced at him, his breathing still falling evenly, “He tries hard. In school, on the court, life. School’s hard for him, but I think he just hasn’t been able to find a studying style that works for him. Ennoshita’s tough love might be too tough. He defends people. Not because he thinks they can’t, but because if he can protect someone then he’s gonna try…he’s just really sweet. He’s a good Alpha, I think.”

Your father shook his head, “You don’t think he’s a good Alpha. You’ve never cared about that. You think he’s a good person. That’s all that’s ever mattered to you. It was why you took Asahi under your wing so easily, you have a way of seeing into people.” You nodded, waiting for him to ask the question you knew was coming, but it never came.

“You aren’t going to ask?”

Your father’s gaze was incredibly soft as he looked at the two of you, “No. I already have my answer.”

Returning to school a few days later, you found yourself waiting outside the gym. You would start to approach, then retreat back a few feet, all the while wringing the spare fabric in your hands. Your mind filled with too many thoughts and concerns to properly sift through, you didn’t hear the door open until the voice came from behind you. “Y/N? Everything all right?”

You yelped, turning to see Daichi, “Captain! How- Uh- how did you know I was here?”

Daichi’s brow furrowed. You only called him captain when you were trying to do your best to acknowledge him as the Alpha of Asahi’s pseudo-pack. “Are you scared or something?”

Your shoulders tensed more, “Oh, god…you guys can smell me, can’t you?”

His face softened, “Did something happen? Do you need me to-“

“No!” You said quickly, “Nothing happened. I um…” your volume dropped off as you continued, “Ineedtoaskyouforpermission.”

“What?”

“I need to ask you for permission!” You said loudly, trying to keep your usual bite out of it, but barely succeeding.

He looked you over worriedly before his eyes caught the fabric clutched in your fists, “Who- Tanaka?” Understanding flooded his features, “You know, Alphas usually-“ you glared and he nodded, “Right. You don’t need an Alpha to court you, so why not do the courting yourself I’m guessing?”

A whimper slipped out before you could stop it. You mumbled, “Please don’t patronize me. Yes or no?”

“You do know I’m not his Alpha, right?”

At that you shrugged, “You guys are like a pack. I keep telling you that.”

He shook his head with a smile, sighing, “Yes. Sure, of course. I’ll send him out so there’s less of an audience.”

While you waited, you pondered over the change in mind you had. Sure, you had liked Tanaka before, even knew he was attractive, but you hadn’t been sure if you planned to allow him to court you. But then he stayed with you at the hospital every day when he wasn’t in class. He swung by your teachers to pick up your class work. He even helped you eat when your broken ribs were fresh and you couldn’t lift your arms high enough.

He had proven to you why you should want him to court you.

A throat clearing brought you back to the present, and you turned to see a very nervous wing spiker waiting for you. Tanaka rubbed the back of his neck, “Are you here because you don’t want me taking up all your time, anymore?”

“What? No, no!” You swallowed nervously, “I don’t know why you’d think that…I really like having you nearby. It was…um, it was comforting.” You squeezed your fingers around the hoodie you held, gently pushing it toward him, “Will you…please, scent this.”

Tanaka’s jaw dropped open, a flush erupting across his cheeks, “Does- Do you mean-“

“Yes.” You answered quickly, your eyes shut tight. “If you don’t want to anymore-“

“Yes!” You felt a tug on the hoodie immediately, releasing it to his grasp, “Aboslutely. Yes. Yeah.”

You nodded, “Okay. Cool.”

You stared at each other for a second before you both laughed, Tanaka grinned, “We aren’t usually that…strained.”

“No,” you chuckled, “No, we’re not. We’re pretty comfortable actually.”

He reached out slowly, intertwining your fingers with his, “Yeah, we are.”

You couldn’t help but notice that when they returned, the three boys looked worse than what you’d done to them. Voicing that thought when you picked Tanaka and Asahi up from practice made Daichi smirk, “They messed with a member of our pack.”

Masterlist

[meii-jasmine]

Stardew Valley: Bachelor flowers and headcanons!

Disclaimer: These are just some of my personal headcanons that I like to think about from time to time!

*(More bachelors under the “read more” section!)

Alex

Flower: Sunflower. Sunflowers symbolize adoration, loyalty and longevity.

Cooking skills: Good cook! Knows all the staple home recipes from his grandma.

Height: 6'0"

Around 22-23 years old; second youngest of the bachelors, with Sam being the youngest. When with the bachelors, he seems to be the most childlike as they consider him pretty innocent or naïve for his age. This comes across as quite endearing as the bachelors help him feel more at ease with them and himself.

Worked out not just to prove his worth to his mom, but also to his grandparents. He wants to be strong so he can protect the only family he has left, and this includes the friends he ends up trusting along the way.

Isn't 100% white. Could be part / half-Filipino or half-Mexican, or anything similar. Reflected not only in how his fair porcelain skin tans from sun exposure, but also his tendency to stay close to family even as he grows older. In relation to this, he's bilingual! He may not be the most intelligent bachelor, but he can switch both languages easily. He shares this trait with Sebastian.

The person (farmer) he ends up falling for brings him great comfort. He likely sees his mom in them and doesn't want to mess this up. As a husband/bf/fiancée he is insanely doting and never misses a chance to say he loves them, or thanks them for the joy they share together. This is something he never got a chance to do for his late mum.

Initially he hung out with Haley because that's what he thinks boys should do; hang out with pretty girls and be a "manly man"! Eventually, he finds comfort with her as they seem to share similar youthful vibes. Alex is actually pretty socially awkward and often looks up to Haley and Emily, and he admires how confident they are about themselves. He tries to emulate this but ends up sounding self-absorbed instead.

Elliott

Flower: Red rose. Red roses symbolize love and romance.

Cooking skills: Good cook! Actually learning new recipes through cook books and cooking shows.

Height: 6'2"

Around 28-34; the second eldest of the bachelors, with Harvey being the eldest. When with the bachelors, he loves being the flamboyant dad figure. He could come across as the embarrassing dad, but he really does look out for the well-being of the group.

Knows French. Either he IS French, or he loves learning the “language of love” to add more flair to his writing. Willing to bet the former.

Owns a mermaid tail he wears on occasion. Jas once mistook him for Ariel and he decided to go the extra mile for her. He's even learned how to swim in it, though Harvey had to save him a couple of times from nearly drowning. He eventually resorted to swimming in the river for practice when nobody's around. Because of this, he probably wrote Secret Note 21 after swimming at midnight by the river as a note to himself never to do that again.

Related to above, he LOVES dressing up and roleplaying. He claims it helps him get the mood better for his writing. He especially loves playing the prince, but is actually good at playing any part. Beautiful singing voice too; he took voice and piano lessons as theatre play is his passion.

An extroverted introvert. Because of his flamboyant nature and desire to delight the people around him, he may come across as forward and crowd-loving. In reality, he just loves appreciating the beauty of the world around him and is eager to have a companion who sees the world the same way he does. Leah comes close to this, so as older marriage candidates they bond over their love for the wonders of nature.

Harvey

Flower: Gardenia. The gardenia is a flower that symbolizes purity and gentleness.

Cooking skills: Best cook of the bachelors. Probably took culinary classes at one point!

Height: 6'4"

The oldest of the bachelors, around 35-40. Despite being often shy and soft-spoken compared to most of the group, he does take pride being the eldest. Being a doctor only gives him more authority to watch over the others alongside Elliott; such as advising Alex not to eat too much eggs, or regulating everyone else's diet for a healthier lifestyle.

He initially wanted to be a pilot because of his father. His father used to be a flight instructor for many young aspiring pilots, and in one of his sit-ins, he was convinced that he wanted to be a pilot too!

It never happened. He has bad eyesight and a fear of heights when his dad took him out for a quick ride, despite all the safety protocols taken. He did however become a doctor because of his desire to help people; for a time, he became a doctor in the same workplace as his father before he got assigned to Pelican Town.

Has difficulty keeping up with aerobics in a group, but it's actually helped increase his stamina and strength. When hiking in the mountains, the bachelors would expect him to stay behind to catch his breath, but they're taken by surprise when they find out he has the same stamina as them! Sometimes he even moves faster because of caffeine and the others have to catch up to him... only to find he'd 100% crash in exhaustion when the campsite is finally set up.

The reason he closes up his clinic early is because of how little medical emergencies the town seems to have. Aside from taking care of paperwork for another roughly two hours before and after the clinic closes, he also wants to spend some time on a safe spot outdoors where he can watch the planes go by and reminisce his dreams.

Sebastian

Flower: Lavender. Lavender flowers represent purity, silence, devotion, serenity, grace, and calmness.

Cooking skills: Trying. He's a pro at brewing 3-in-1 coffee though.

Height: 5'7"

Older than he seems to be letting on; he's around 23-25. He may appear young and socially awkward, but his emotional maturity is actually pretty developed. He just doesn't know how to express this healthily as he feels isolated; this changed when he befriended Sam and Abigail though. In the bachelors' group, he seems to be the voice of reason. He only ever speaks when he feels like it, though, and is often very passive.

Bilingual. Maybe even multilingual. Half east Asian, so his dark hair is actually natural. Could be Japanese and could explain why he loves sashimi, as it reminds him of his youth when he and his extended family would have sashimi dinners together. On the other hand, he could also be Korean and secretly loves KDramas and takes fashion/aesthetic advice from KPop.

Scared of horror movies. He grew up watching Disney films as a kid to help cheer himself up and it was Sam and Abigail who introduced him to scary movies later on.

Loves frogs because they were his companions as a child when he got stranded in school because of the strong rain. Because of them he realised that rain wasn't as scary as he thought it was, and he played in the rain with them while waiting for Robin to pick him up. He was soaked and got a cold, but that time spent with frogs was one of the happiest memories he cherishes. As an adult, he loves the rain and he goes outdoors to hang out with frogs. He can sometimes be heard croaking back to them. Only Sam heard him do this and Seb made him swear not to tell anyone, especially Abigail.

Sometimes when he works, he wears non-prescription blue light glasses. His vision has yet to worsen despite his job since he has an eye care routine he follows strictly. This is also why despite not being an outdoors person, he goes out to look at the greenery of the valley. When his hair gets a little longer (covering most of his nape) he wears a tiny ponytail on occasion.

Sam

Flower: Yellow tulip. Yellow tulips represent happiness, cheerfulness, and hope.

Cooking skills: Like Sebastian, non existent. He's a pro at flipping instant pancakes like his skateboard though!

Height: 5'10"

The youngest of the bachelors at around 20-21, just a year or two younger than Alex. He seems to be a little more emotionally mature due to being the eldest son in their household though. No matter what group he's in, he's a true extrovert and his energy is contageous that it drives the mood of the group most of the time.

Highly empathic. He is actually more mature than he's letting on; despite appearing rather naïve. Unlike Alex, he could easily read between the lines; he can tell if someone is hiding their true feelings and knows how to act accordingly, which is one of the reasons why Sebastian found comfort in him as a close friend.

This doesn't mean he's no trouble maker. He LOVES being one; it's one of the things he couldn't seem to get out of his system! Sebastian thinks this is rather charming as he never really got to express himself the way Sam did. However, Sam does seem to know if he's gotten too far and sincerely apologises, if ever. This mostly applies to people he actually cares about.

Got a part time job in JojaMart mostly because of the free soda perk every shift. The rest of the job is boring though, so sometimes he drags Shane in some mischief. Shane used to be vocally annoyed but he has since resigned to his fate as Sam's partner in crime. It actually gets lonely when Sam isn't around to use mops as makeshift guitars.

A huge fan of Dragonball Z, no secrets there. So much that he styled his hair like a super saiyan. He and his little brother Vincent also make time in their schedules to watch it together, as quality time between brothers. They could never achieve the super saiyan body though, so sometimes they ask Alex to flex some time after befriending him. Sometimes the three can be seen pretending to be super saiyans right around Dusty's pen.

Shane

Flower: Cornflower. Cornflowers can mean delicacy and elegance, and in some cases also symbolizes positive hope for the future.

Cooking skills: A pro at cooking instant food and simple dishes to complement your (his) beer (aka "pulutan" in Filipino)

Height: 5'5" or 5'6"

He's younger than Elliott by a year or two but older than the three young bachelors; around 28-33. When with the bachelors, he seems to be the weird or cool uncle depending on his mood.

He got the idea of raising blue chickens from Jas' late parents. They used to raise cornflowers in their garden and gave some to him for good luck in finding his soulmate, as cornflowers were also known as "bachelor buttons". He's always loved chickens, though. So the blue chicken breed is a testament of his undying bond with them.

Surprisingly good at singing; his singing voice is a little husky. When drunk he tends to have voice cracks as he doesn't care much with vocal transitions anymore. Related to this, sometimes he sings lullabies to Jas when she can't sleep.

Taught Sam how to get some food from Joja that isn't in their perks. Turns out it wasn't as difficult and sometimes they eat pizza together at breaktime when Morris isn't looking. Shane often looks at Sam in disgust when he drinks Joja cola so happily, claiming "that sh*t tastes like carbonated dishwater". Sam is shocked Shane knows how dishwater tastes like.

Found a common ground with Alex because of gridball. Alex is an aspiring pro and Shane used to play in the varsity; sometimes he even agrees to coach Alex when they're both free and willing. With video games, he is also a pretty good gamer even without cheats and this helped bridge the connection further with the younger bachelors without him even meaning to. Sam looks up to him for cheat codes and pro gamer moves.

[hchollym]

Hello there, lovely! <33 I just read your ask abt slytherin percy and i have some Thoughts TM. Being a spy in voldys possy is dangerous in and out of himself, y'kno? But rising that quickly in ranks to the inner cycle in a cahort of literal criminals and murderers requires some of theese acts too, right? Even more so for percy to prove he abandoned the traitorous ways of his family. Would he try to avoid it? What would he do if he couldnt? What even he could do with death eaters as a spy??

Being a spy is definitely dangerous, but it was also super important during the war, especially if something happened to Severus; the light side needed someone on the inside to help save lives and provide information to help turn the tides in their favor. Percy just happened to be uniquely qualified for that (with his personality traits that made him a desirable Death Eater recruit, his intelligence which allowed him to have the ability to manipulate and bend the truth, and his strong moral compass that would have prevented him from flipping sides). 

Unfortunately, that does mean that he would have had to break his own morals to stay undercover (it's one of those 'the end justifies the means' or 'for the greater good' type of things). Spy Percy definitely didn't get a happy ending right away - he had to work really hard for years after to cope with his guilt and trauma. Those feelings were easier to avoid when he was in the trenches, because he had to focus on his purpose, but once the job was done, they practically consumed him. 

It really was an awful burden, but what were his other choices? If Voldemort wanted to recruit him (which I personally think he would, especially if Percy had been sorted into Slytherin), then he really only had a few options: 1. Run away (which was definitely not in Percy's nature), 2. Deny Voldemort and sacrifice his life (which he could have done, but what would that have accomplished?), or 3. Become a spy and sacrifice his morals to save a lot of people. The last option was the only one that would really seem viable to Percy. 

Unfortunately, Percy would have had to commit crimes to prove himself, and as much as he would have hated it, I think he would have been able to compartmentalize it (at the time) in order to follow through, because it was necessary. He may have even had to kill someone, but Percy’s thought process likely would have been along the lines of “Do I save this one person or the hundreds of people that my information can protect?” He would have felt guilty for the rest of his life, but he would have done what he needed to do. 

However, in my opinion, Percy got more of a break than a lot of other Death Eaters, because the majority of his worth was proven by providing information about the Minister of Magic. He had direct contact and information about the most powerful man in the government (including the secrets that he kept from other Departments Heads), so Percy was in a very good position to give the Dark Lord classified, beneficial information. 

I also think Percy had to do less torture and killing than many of the others, because Percy knew that a good, sustainable cover story had some basis in the truth, so he would have been honest with Voldemort that he was willing to do what needed to be done, but he didn't have bloodlust like many of the other Death Eaters. I actually think Voldemort would have respected that because bloodlust can lead to impulsivity and recklessness, and that’s when mistakes are made (and we saw several instances in the text where Voldemort tried to solve issues without killing everyone), so aside from the occasional dark act, I think he would have been content with Percy demonstrating his loyalty in less violent ways and allowing people like the Lestranges to handle the other stuff. 

Furthermore, I personally believe that one of the reasons Percy rose in ranks quickly was because Voldemort saw himself in Percy - highly intelligent, ambitious, Head Boy, carefully thought through his decisions, wanted respect and power, was critical of Dumbledore, grew up poor, resented his birth family and last name, etc. He would not have seen Percy as an equal, of course, but he would have seen him as a valuable asset because of this. 

Plus, like I said above, Percy was smart enough to not just tell Voldemort what he wanted to hear, because that was too easy to see through; instead, he gave careful explanations with truth sprinkled in. For example, he may have admitted that he didn't hate muggles, but he was willing to sacrifice them to get what he wanted - power and a more prestigious job. Again, I think that was something that Voldemort would have respected, because it was more useful to have someone being honest than just spouting off pretty lies to appease him. He would have valued Percy's opinion more than many of the other followers (like Pettigrew) who didn't really think for themselves. 

Don’t get me wrong, Voldemort needed followers who were blindly loyal and/or bloodthirsty too, but he also needed someone like Percy, who could unbiasedly tell him what the people were feeling about his reign so that he could carefully cultivate his image (because keep in mind, Voldemort didn't just want to slaughter everyone and rule after; he could have done that if that was his goal, but instead, we saw him wanting to hide the government coup to keep the public from fully rebelling). People like Bellatrix would not have seen the benefit to winning the people’s favor, but Percy would have, and Voldemort was smart enough to realize that. 

This got really long, and I'm sorry for rambling, but basically, yes, Percy would have had to commit horrible crimes, and it would have effected him for the rest of his life, but I think he was capable of doing so for the right reasons.

Thanks for the ask! 😊

[meepsters-world]

Reunited (part 1)

Levi Ackerman x reader

You knew Levi before he was in Scout Regiment(Wings of Freedom). You knew him when he was part of the underground city. You where part of his friend group till your mother remarried then you left to move in Wall Rose specifically the Trost District. You missed him the whole time you where away from him. You’ve always had a crush on him but sadly he only thought of you as a little sister since you where a couple years younger. You have heard about the Levi squad and you dreamed of a day you could join his squad.

Time skip

Journal entry number 100~ I finally joined the Cadet Corps and in turn met my new friends Eren Jaeger,Mikasa Ackermann,Marco Bolt, Conny Springer,Jean Kirschtein,Sasha Braus,and Armin Arlet. I have other acquaintances but they weren’t really my so called friends. My closes friend is Sasha we do everything together (even her punishment).

“Hey Y/N you know you dont have to work so hard you got the number one spot.” said Eren.

“ I know Eren, but I want to join the Levi Squad he’s the best of the best.” You said.

“ Why do you wanna join that squad so bad its basically a death sentence” Conny said.

“ You wouldn’t understand. You want to join the military police!” You snapped.

“Actually I wanna join the scout regiment.” Conny said.

Everyone’s eyes widened at his words. You kinda zoned out thinking about mean others changed their and why. You knew the others where talking but didn’t really hear anything. You felt bad for snapping but you’re tired of people asking why you want to join the Levi Squad. Before you could apologize Sasha came up to us and pulled out a giant piece of meat she stole from the officers pantry. Everyone exploded telling her that she’s crazy and needs to return it. You laughed at Sasha explaining to the others about what we could do with it. Everyone calmed down after awhile. Then all of a sudden the colossal titan showed up with a flash of lighting.The steam knocked us all of the wall but we used our ODM gear to stop ourselves. You looked up in aww and horror but you knew you had to kill it to prove your worth but before you could cut its neck it disappeared right in-front of your face. We all regroup and listen to Woermann give orders for us to slit into different groups. During this Jean and Eren get into an argument about fighting vs being safe inside the walls. I walkover Sasha because she looks like she’s about to faint.

“ Hey are you okie Sasha?” You asked. She looks at me with tears in her eyes and shakes her head.

“ I’m scared but I shouldn’t be I needed to be strong.” She sobbed.

“ Sasha look at me it’s ok to be scared honestly it would be scarier if you weren’t. Plus I’ll be by your side the whole time.” You said with a smile.

“ Thanks.” Sasha whispered. Before I could say you’re welcome Ian Dietrich came over to us.

“ Actually Y/N you have been specially assigned to the rear squad with Mikasa. Sorry.” He said. You looked at Sasha with an apologetic look. She just smiled and mouthed that it was ok. You nodded and left.

Time skip (Sowwy)

You couldn’t believe Eren was a titan a titan that kills others at that. You and Mikasa where in charge of protecting Eren while he was supposed to put a boulder in front of the hole, but that went sour when he attack you both. You both quickly dodged only getting a couple scratches. Ian told the both of you to retreat but ya’ll weren’t having any of it he was family. Before you could protest mire Armin showed up and told us he could handle Eren so you left to help the others. A short time later we saw a giant titan carrying a boulder on it’s shoulder the titan being Eren and he’s finally doing his job thanks to Armin.

“You must protect Eren at all cost even if it cots you your life!” Ian shouted.

You all nod and head out. While protecting Eren you see so many people getting eaten by the titans. Eeren made it though it was a win but we still have to kill the rest of the titans. You look over and see Eren still attached the the titan body. Mikasa had to cut him out and when you looked up two titans had closed in on you, but within a flash they where dead. You looked to see who it was and your heart stopped because right infront of you was Levi……

Part 2??

[stardust-rust]

The weight of victory

So I've played around with this idea in my fics before, but I wanna talk about Izuku's unreasonable expectations of Katsuki - that is, Katsuki being the embodiment of victory. Can you imagine the sort of weight that carries, when you look behind the gilded, rose-tinted admiration? When it's not so much a vote of confidence but rather a millstone around Katsuki's neck?

That's not to say Katsuki isn't very good at winning, even when they were little and he was beating up the older kids. Katsuki himself also holds the belief that Heroes=Winning and has staked almost his entire being on it. And Izuku grew up watching Katsuki excel at everything he's ever tried his hand at, so it's expected that he would have an idealised, lionized version of him in his head, one who fulfils that 'winning' notion. But when does it become... too much?

Spoilers for Chap 362 behind cut.

Because Izuku has put Katsuki on a pedestal he cannot step down from, one he has refused to let Katsuki step down from. Izuku is so bound up in his belief that Kacchan=Victory that he literally resorts to violence to protect this idea, against the very person who is his 'Victory'.

Izuku punching Katsuki and saying "You'd rather lose? That doesn't sound like you!" I couldn't help but think "But what gives you the right to say that?" I mean I love Izuku, and obviously Katsuki needed the wake-up call to stop being a selfish jerk and work with him, but it still made me weirdly uncomfortable about it. It's weirdly possessive in a way I can't put my finger on.

Kacchan has to win.

This is what Izuku is telling Katsuki here, both a plea and a threat all at once: you have to win because you're not you otherwise. And Katsuki has carried the weight of those expectations for the entirety of this manga, maybe even his whole life. Even when he's wanted to he's not allowed to lose, because Izuku won't let him.

And yet defeat came for him anyway. When he got captured and the result was that All Might lost the last of One for All, it was a loss that Katsuki blamed himself for and saw as him letting down his greatest hero.

This, right here. Katsuki admitting his weakness? Katsuki voicing his inner demons and his self-doubt and recriminations against himself? What Katsuki learnt here was I fuck things up by being weak, by losing. Almost 'proving' Izuku right in the cruellest of ways.

Katsuki is shaped by this loss, and while it helped his character grow, it also twisted it into something incredibly heartbreaking, because his self-worth is still dependent on his performance. And to add to this already crippling belief, Izuku wasn't as strong as he'd hoped he'd be. That's right. Katsuki wanted Izuku to win Deku vs Kacchan 2. He was practically desperate for him to win it, because then he could feel like All Might's choice was justified. If Izuku won, then it would validate Katsuki's complicated feelings about Izuku's growth.

Katsuki's conclusion at the end of Deku vs Kacchan 2 was 'so… nothing's really changed about what I've gotta do'. Why? What would have needed to happen to change what he has to do? Was he looking for some absolution of his responsibility to win? If Izuku won and took that mantle of being the most powerful, could Katsuki have been the one free to make mistakes? To have a kind of safety net for not being the strongest?

But Izuku didn't win. So then, what is Katsuki left with?

Victory.

He is the one who has to shoulder victory, and while he's grown out of wanting to win by himself, it doesn't alleviate the burden on him to win. Because he's not Bakugou Katsuki if he doesn't win. Even All Might himself pointed out this unfair expectation, how he overlooked Katsuki's fragility because of his strength. But even after this watershed moment I don't think Izuku really understood this, I don't think he ever saw his admiration as shackles around Katsuki's heart.

Katsuki still wants to win, don't get me wrong. He wants absolute victory, no casualties, because that's what drives him as a hero. But there is a difference between wanting to win out of heroism, and wanting to win because there is no other choice. Because what are we left with, when a boy who is expected to win by the person closest to him, who wants him to not be weak, to not surrender, to fight, gets thrown into a no-win scenario?

This panel completely broke my heart because it's just the culmination, the proof of every uneasy feeling I've had about Izuku's admiration of Katsuki. Katsuki has just had the absolute shit beaten out of him, his most powerful move turned out to be useless, he's half-blind and in so much agony he can barely move and still. Still. He thinks of Izuku, and believes he needs to win. I didn't read this as "We need to win, right Izuku?" but rather "I need to win, right Izuku?" as if calling out to him, confirming Izuku's faith in him.

So he gave it his one last shot while imitating the one person who has surpassed him, the one Katsuki wants to reach out to. He has finally acknowledged Izuku as being stronger, as the one who will ultimately win this fight.

But he died for the symbol of victory he represents to Izuku anyway.

[lov3nerdstuff]

I've got you

*James Conrad x reader*

Parts: Oneshot/Drabble

Words: 1.7k

Prompt: "Imagine being on Skull Island (or somewhere equally as fucky) and Conrad shines a flashlight out into the darkness, only for several pairs of eyes to reflect back. His hand tightens around yours and every muscle in his lean body tenses. That deep voice gets low and quiet, warning you not to run. The second you try to bolt--because duh-- he tugs you against his firm chest and his lips are on your ear."

A.N.: This is a gift for @hopelessromanticspoonie who had this idea yesterday 💚✨ She (and her lovely anon) deserve some Conrad goodness! I hope you guys enjoy this quick little snippet 🖤 I am actually writing a longer Conrad series currently, but that will still take a while ☺️

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The low growling sounds outside your tent should have been warning enough, had they already sufficed to wake you up in the first place. If not that, then at least the distant screeching that carried through the cold night air at a bone-chilling frequency, haunting echoes in your mind filling the silence in between.

You should never have left your tent, should never have come on this bloody excursion to the middle of nowhere in the first place! But of course, you just had to be curious and go check on the noise by yourself instead of waiting for one of the men with the heavy guns to take care of it. Just had to prove to them that you weren't just the frail and frightened little thing they saw in you no matter what you did. You had to prove it to him. James Conrad, the man of both your daydreams and sleepless nights. Gods, you had been falling for him from the first day of this doomed mission. Him, with his incredible blue eyes and that unforgettable voice that could put the fear of God into every soul when he bellowed commands across any battlefield, and that yet would recite Shakespeare in the softest flowing melody like he was born to do nothing else. A voice dipped in liquid sin that should not be uttering compliments like languished breaths in the dark. Not without unravelling you softly in the sweetest torture known to man.

Well, you should have gotten a grip on yourself and your pathetic insecurities and just told him how badly you'd fallen for him days ago. Now, however, you were going to die lonely and frustrated, a mere hundred yards away from the well protected camp you'd been stupid enough to leave. Great job, idiot…

The same growling that had woken you up was all around you now, louder, so much louder than before and you couldn't believe that you had been so stupid to walk into this trap of… whatever was lurking in the darkness around you now. You didn't dare to move, didn't dare to make a sound… and simply clung onto the childish belief that if you couldn't see what was stalking you right now, it couldn't see you either. Not that you would've been able to see much anyway, with the stream of tears that was running down your cheeks now.

"Y/n! Are you out of your mind?! You shouldn't be out here alone in the middle of the night!" Conrad's scolding voice behind you, in that delicious British accent nevertheless, sent an immediate shiver down your spine, but unfortunately for more than one reason this time around. Gods, he was here… you only hoped that he had come as your salvation and not a second course to the hidden predators' nightly meal.

"James… They're everywhere, in the darkness… I'm so sorry." You whispered in a tear laced voice, too far frozen in your fear to turn around to him even when you felt his radiant presence coming up right next to you. So close that his warmth was almost seething on the chilled skin of your arm and shoulder. Gods… you had been so stupid indeed; you were absolutely bloody frightened and helpless out here, who had you been trying to fool!

When Conrad finally switched on his flashlight to shed some literal light onto the darkness ahead that you were still staring at relentlessly, you barely held back your startled scream by biting down hard on your bottom lip. There were eyes, so many eyes that reflected the light right back at you from the undergrowth in a glowing hollowness that spoke of nothing but hungry fixation and thus, impending death. Conrad next to you tensed in an instant, every muscle in his lean body coiling in a display of controlled strength, preparing to fight and defend himself. Or rather to defend both of you, for not even a broken second later his hand wrapped tightly around your lower arm as if purely on instinct, and your breath caught in your throat in return. A few deafening heartbeats long you both stayed frozen like that, until slowly, painfully, deliciously slowly, his hand slid down your arm to hold your hand instead, interlacing your fingers with his in the same unfaltering, strong hold.

"Don't move…" He drawled under his breath, commanding you with the deep tone of his voice alone to surrender his will no matter what he said. Thus you could only clasp his hand in a death grip in return, breath coming out in shallow pants as your heart thundered in your chest like the storm approaching in the distance.

And yet, when another loud growl announced that these beasts were drawing closer to you still, almost up your neck already with their teeth or claws sunk deeply into your tender flesh, the sound startled you so far beyond your reason that your flight instinct grew unbearable at last. Every fibre in your body burst in panic, and you bolted without thought, without reason, but you did not get far. Fast as lightning to match the thunder in your heart, Conrad's arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you flush against his chest, holding you tightly against his strong body while your excess adrenaline merely caused you to whimper into the soft fabric of his shirt.

"Shhh... I've got you." His voice was surprisingly soft now, reassuring and calming almost as if just to soothe your fears, while the gentle brush of his lips against the shell of your ear caused you to shiver for entirely different reasons. A soaring heart and tingling exhilaration made for an odd mix combined with the prominent fear of death, but in the end it only heightened your every sense to the incredible. If you were to die now, you at least would do so wrapped up in the arms of the man you loved. La petite mort, only in the opposite direction of what you would have wanted for him and you.

"James…" You breathed into his chest, desperately trying to keep yourself from trembling too noticeably, which only made him tighten his hold on you with a sharp intake of breath.

"Shush now, darling, and listen to me…" He replied in an equally quiet tone, still staring into the hollow eyes of death with his head so closely next to yours. "I will throw the flashlight ahead into the forest as far as I can to cause a decent distraction, and then you and I will run back to camp without turning back. We should be safe behind the barriers we've set up. Do you understand?"

You nodded slowly with a shuddering breath, then turned your head ever so slightly to glance up at him with all those sharp lines of his stern features, while at the same time he dropped his arm from around you and instead took a tight hold of your hand again. Then in the matter of broken seconds, he threw the flashlight as far away from your path as he could, and finally dashed off back towards your camp while pulling you along by your hand. You were quick to comply, running as fast as you could while your lungs burned all the more, but both Conrad's death grip on your hand and the howling behind your back made for a magnificent motivation to keep running either way.

The hundred yards still were torture to your mind and body, but even without the light you could see the barriers drawing nearer and nearer. When you finally reached the gate of the improvised defenses, Conrad didn't waste any time to rush you through before it was barred off from the inside right behind you. The howling, however, remained right outside before the gates and still made your blood freeze over even now from the safety of your camp. Good gods… you really had cheated death. Again.

Panting, you finally dared to look up at Conrad once more. He was still clutching your hand as if he was afraid you would vanish if he let go, and when his burning gaze met yours in that undivided intensity, you couldn't keep your lips from trembling, nor your words from spilling over at last. "I'm so sorry, I… I really didn't mean to cause you so much trouble, I'm so sorry, I just… wanted to prove to you that I'm worth your-..."

You didn't get any further when his hand rose to cup your cheeks with a start, elegant fingers entangling in your hair as he pulled you close to him and pressed his lips to yours in every bit of passion and urgency you had been yearning for for so long. It took you but a broken second of surprise before you melted against him with a faint moan, returning everything he gave you and everything you had beyond. This was heaven… A heaven you were granted only after surviving in hell.

When you finally pulled back, both breathless far more thoroughly than just from your run, Conrad leaned his forehead against yours so very gently, and yet refused to release you from his incessant hold. "You are worth all there is and more, darling. I can bear absolutely anything for you, and with you, you must know that. All except for losing you."

"I'm so sorry." You breathed, eyes closed as you revelled in the roaring waves of unadulterated affection washing over both of you now. "You won't lose me, I… I won't let that happen. I've got you just the same."

Your words brought a smile to his face, you could feel it all around you, could feel it against your lips a second later. He wasn't a man of many words, you knew that, but the ones he spoke were always the most beautiful and honest to his soul. So you did know indeed, you both had each other and that was all you would need.

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[bruhstories]

Sticky, Saccharine & Sinful

Summary: Professor Jaeger asks his assistant to come over and grade some papers. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, protected sex, fingering, oral sex (female & male receiving), spanking, daddy kink, bossy Zeke, bratty Reader, tying up, bit of an age gap but no underage shit (we don’t do that here) Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: Huehuehue guess who finally wrote a daddy kink smut? Also I have looped Cherry Cola by Kuwada the entire time i wrote, proofread and formatted this bitch, I think it works with the atmosphere

"Y/N, I'm gonna need you to help me grade some papers later today." Professor Jaeger pushed his glasses with his index finger as he looked up from his book.

"You got it, boss!" You nodded as you entered the staff lounge room at Stohess Uni, two cups in your hands.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Zeke?" The man sighed. “Or at least call me professor.”

"But I'm your assistant, you're my superior, that makes you my boss, boss." Sarcasm dripping down your tongue as you placed his coffee down the table. "All black, two cubes of sugar."

"Thank you. And yes, technically I am your boss, but you're, what, six years younger than me?"

"Seven and a half." You pouted.

You've been working at Stohess University for a little over a year now as Zeke Jaeger's assistant. He was the best philosophy teacher, as well as head of the department, and you nailed your internship interview, aspiring to be like him one day. He even taught you Ethics during your masters, and currently you were doing your PhD research under his coordination. The man was a genius in his field, and you didn't dare disappoint him, but your personalities always clashed. He was calm and collected, you were bubbly and all over the place. He was nice and polite, you were sarcastic and rude. Zeke knew you'd make a horrible teacher for children, but undergraduate students would adore you.

"How can you drink hot coffee in this heat wave?" You asked him as you fanned someone's epistemology essay to cool yourself off.

"It's actually been proven that warm drinks hydrate better than cold ones during summertime." He inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee before taking the essay out of your hand.

"Whatever you say, boss." You shrugged and gulped on your iced tea, a few glistening amber drops dripping from the corners of your mouth, down your chin and your neck. "Ah, shit." You wiped the tea with the back of your hand, not catching Zeke watching you curiously. "Why did the AC have to break down today of all days?"

"Dunno." He shrugged and immersed himself back into his book. "Oh, I hope you don't mind coming to my place to grade the papers? I don't think you'll be able to focus in this heat. Besides, I want to take a look at your latest PhD chapter." Jaeger told you absentmindedly, eyes glued to the pages in front of him.

"Sure thing–"

"Don't say it."

"Boss."

"Jesus Christ..."

You adored pissing your ex-professor off, but deep down, Zeke couldn't deny the fact that he loved the authority he had over you. You were a very alluring woman, after all, and any sane man would kill to be as close to you as he was, let alone boss you around like he did. And he had the strong feeling you acted like a brat around him on purpose. You took your leave after downing the rest of your beverage, going to the library to borrow some books for your own research.

•°☆°•☆•°☆°•

You rang the intercom and waited for Zeke to let you inside the building, dragging your feet down the hallway, tired from carrying so much shit with you – laptop, books, essays, papers, pens and highlighters – you were a walking, talking stationery shop and one could only wonder how someone with such a petite frame was so strong. Zeke waited in the doorway and took some of your things, relieving the weight as you sighed.

"Coffee?" He guided you to his kitchen.

"Water, please." You plopped on a chair and unbuttoned the first three heart-shaped buttons of your lilac shirt, tiny beads of sweat bundled up at your collarbone.

"You sure? I'll be keeping you up all night." Jaeger laughed. He was obviously talking about the papers, but to you, the sentence had a different innuendo — not that you minded, you had your fair share of sinful fantasies with the older man. Come to think of it, you were wondering why he was single. Zeke was undoubtedly an attractive man, he could have any woman he wanted. Yet you’ve never seen him on a date, never seen a picture of a woman when you accidentally glanced at his phone, never heard him talk about a significant other.

"Hey, mind if I smoke?" You asked, noticing the ashtray on his table.

"Not at all, I'll join you." He sat opposite you, mug of coffee in his hand. You pulled out a pack of pink cigarettes from your backpack and placed one between your lips, pocketing your jeans for a lighter. His hand extended over the table, lighter in his hand, and you slightly bent your head forward, eyes glued to his. You inhaled the smoke, not breaking eye contact, and exhaled with a sigh. Something about Zeke lighting up your cigarette made your little cunt tingle.

"Thanks, boss." The corners of your lips turned into a barely visible smirk. You really, really liked to tick him off.

"Don't mention it." He told you before lighting his own cigarette. What, no comeback? No objection? "How's your paper going?"

"It's... going." You shrugged.

"You haven't written anything in your last chapter, have you?"

"No, I have," you half-whined, "it's just that I can't find my words. I think I encountered writer's block."

"'S alright, we'll figure something out." Zeke pulled a stack of papers from his briefcase and dropped it on the table.

"Wow, no shit you need help, that's a lot of papers." You twirled the cigarette between your fingers before taking one final puff and crushing it in the glass ashtray.

"Told you." He picked his resting cigarette back from the ashtray. "You can do the first years."

"I'd rather do something else." You whispered to yourself, eyes almost rolling at the back of your head.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, boss. First years, got it." Your manicured fingers pulled the stack of papers closer to you. The exams were already annotated according to subject and year and you took everything you needed before shoving them back to Zeke.

•°☆°•☆•°☆°•

You were bored out of your mind, fiddling with the red pen in your hand and tapping your fingers on the table with no particular rhythm. It was already dark outside and you barely finished a quarter of your stack while Zeke was halfway through his.

"Could you please stop that?" He asked you without even bothering to look at you.

"Why?"

"It's annoying."

With a groan you rolled your eyes and stopped tapping your fingers, instead opting to fidget your leg, bouncing it up and down under the table. The wooden furniture shook at the movement and Zeke sighed, putting the pen down.

"I understand you're bored, but if you want to be a professor, this is part of the job description."

"I know, I know, but, like, can we take a break? Please? We've been at it for two and a half hours now and I'm just so bored." You looked at him with puppy eyes and a pout on your plump lips.

"Ugh, fine. What do you want to do?"

"I dunno. Got any board games?"

"Only a pack of playing cards." Zeke shrugged.

"Perfect! Literally anything is better than this. I mean look at what this kid wrote: the ship of Theseus ARE a thought experiment. Can you believe it? How can a nineteen-year-old not know proper grammar?"

"Careful, Y/N," he chuckled, "you made a pretty embarrassing error during your masters, too."

"Nooo, don't bring that up!" You got up and walked to the freezer, scanning the contents.

"Why not? It's funny."

"Yeah, for you." You rolled your eyes. "But I still proved my worth." You triumphantly told him, tongue playfully poking out of your mouth from behind the freezer door. Ugh, you were so cute, made to be ravaged. Your eyes settled on the single raspberry popsicle and you picked it up, closing back the door. "Can I have this?" Oh, he knew exactly what you were doing.

"Of course."

With Zeke's approval, you unwrapped the plastic, revealing the rose-tinted dessert, swirling your tongue around its tip. You were a sight for sore eyes, (not so) innocently licking at the popsicle, your gaze on him and his growing bulge. He didn't even bother hiding it, instead relaxing in the chair and drinking you in. It was no mistake that Zeke invited you over, and you weren't stupid enough to believe it was a mistake.

"Do you... want some?" You trailed off as the once cold dessert began melting from your hot lips.

"If you'd be so kind." He patted his lap and you accepted the invitation. His bulge was comfortably uncomfortable against your ass, and you put the popsicle onto his lips, one arm draped around his shoulder. Zeke's tongue moved languidly around the sweet snack and you leaned in, your own tongue licking both the dessert and his lips. It was sticky and saccharine and sinful, and your poor pussy couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you wanna fuck me, daddy?" You naively asked him. He wasn't surprised in the slightest by the name, already suspecting you had daddy issues, in fact counting on it.

"I very much do." His hands were already roaming your body. The popsicle was almost gone, and you deepthroated the last bit, taking the little stick out of your mouth with a pop. Finally, he crushed his lips onto yours and you could tell he had experience. You dropped the stick on the tiled floor, twisting your body to better straddle him. Zeke unbuttoned your shirt as you slowly began grinding your hips against his bulge, earning a groan from him. "Ugh, you bad girl." He threw his head back as you loosened the tie around his neck.

"Are you going to punish me?" You slowly, too slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"What’s the point of a punishment if you’re going to enjoy it?" He mused, unclasping your bra. You had goosebumps all over your skin and Zeke took one of your nipples in his hot mouth, a hand pinching your other one. You whimpered at the slight stinging sensation

"Does it m-matter if I enjoy it?" His touch became rougher, almost animalistic.

"Of course," he stopped sucking your swollen, oversensitive nipple, "otherwise you won't learn your lesson." You got up and turned around, your back against him, taking your jeans and underwear off, bending down and exposing your cunt to him. "You're going to be the death of me, Y/N." Zeke shook his head, removing his own trousers.

"Allow me." You tucked your fingers behind the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as you kneeled in front of him. His throbbing cock tapped your face after finally being unleashed from its textile cage.

"I suspected you were big, but this? This is too good." You sneered at his member, mesmerised by its size.

"Just shut up and suck it." Zeke pretty much commanded you and you wet your lips, pressing your tongue against the velvety tip. You worked your way around his shaft, enjoying this more than you should've. You pulled back, a string of saliva and precum attached to your lips as you looked up at him.

"Am I doing good, daddy?"

"So good." He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your head back. You eagerly sucked and slurped until he got bored of your mouth around his cock. Zeke pulled you up, spun you around and bent you over the table. He brought your wrists together and tied them up behind your back with his tie before taking a step back and admiring the view. Ass up, face down, just like he loved it. His foot pushed yours to the side, spreading your legs for him before he gave you a good slap over your ass cheeks. You shot up with a moan but his hand forced you back down against the table.

"I think I know exactly how to punish you." Zeke announced, two fingers spreading your folds as his tongue dove inside of you, lapping at your wet cunt.

"Oh, God!" You groaned in pleasure. No man has ever eaten you out like he did. Most guys did it as a chore. Zeke? He was enjoying every single bit of it, passionately fingering you, his tongue moving in ways you didn't think were possible. "Ah, fuck– so good! Daddy, please! I'm coming!"

The way he venomously laughed told you that no, you were not going to come any time soon. Just as you were about to let loose, Zeke stopped, removing his fingers, another slap on your ass. Tears pooled at your Y/E/C eyes, frustration written all over your face. "No, no, no!"

"I told you, Y/N, you're a bad, bad girl." He bent over and whispered in your ear, his cock pressing against your entrance, his hand in your hair.

"Oh, pleaseee, I need to come! Will you let me come?"

"Hm, it depends." Jaeger straightened his back, hands resting on your hips. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, yes, daddy, I did! I promise I'll be good!" You tried to turn around to look at him, oblivious to what he was doing behind your back, cheeks crimson, droplets of sweat on your forehead.

"Convincing enough." He shrugged and you heard the condom snap against his cock.  Unexpectedly and without any warning, the man thrusted into your wet cunt and you, again, shot up, but he pinned you back. "Stay fucking put, you little whore." Zeke demanded and you tried, you really tried, but your body had a mind of its own. "I see you refuse to learn."

"No, no, please!" You slammed your face onto the table, squishing your cheek in the process, desperate and helpless.

"That's better." He concluded, sarcasm dripping down his tongue as he rammed his cock deeper into you. The silken walls clenched around his hard member, and he grunted, no other woman pleasing him like your tight pussy did. "You like it when I take you from behind, you filthy slut?"

"Yes– oh my God, YES!" You bucked your hips against his for more pressure and pain.

"What would my students think if they saw you getting fucked like this on their papers?"

"Ah– I don't c-care!"

"What would the headmaster say if she knew you fuck your superior and- ugh- coordinator?" Jaeger thrusted harder and faster.

"Please, Zeke-"

His hand found its way to your neck, tightly squeezing it.

"Wrong name, Y/N."

"Shit, daddy!"

"That's right, I'm your fucking daddy and hell will freeze before someone else fucking touches you!"

"Fuc-k, fuuuck!" You both howled and panted as you climaxed, your entire bodies quivering. Zeke pulled out of you, carefully removing the rubber from his cock and giving you another slap on your perky ass cheeks. You stood up, arms still tied around your back, turned on your heels and pecked him on his cheek, giggling like a schoolgirl, marvelled by the fact that he chose you over anyone else.

"You know what, Y/N? Now that I've found you, I'm never going to let you go." He promised.

"I'm all yours, boss."

[bloodycassian]

FIRE AND ICE PART THREE - THE END OF IT ALL

Cassian wasn't at the house when you flew back the next morning. Feyre met you in the dining room though, giving you an easy smile and offering you a cup of tea. You took it, hoping she didn't say anything about your puffy eyes. She kept it light, casual. You asked about her painting and summoning wings which she laughed and said "Both could use some work." 

Feyre was a constant that you appreciated. She was safe, and tolerable. Like how Mor was, but you felt like you could trust her more. Mor usually lost herself once a week at Ritas. You didn't want any secrets spilling out there by accident. 

"If you need me, you know I'm here." She said, tone more hushed and serious now. You could only manage a small shake of your head. You didn't have the heart to say you preferred to suffer in silence. The thought of her reaction made you smile. It put on a good enough show, she smiled back and you felt less guilty without saying anything. You made for your room, trying your best to lull the dull aching in your body from sobbing through the night. 

Azriel hadn't left your side the whole time. He didn't say anything besides shushing you when you began blaming yourself for everything falling apart. He had only given you a small wave when you took off together. He flew the opposite way, towards Illyria. You felt colder once he'd left. You didn't know why. You hoped you hadn't scared him off. 

You fell into bed with no grace, and were asleep quickly among the fluffy pillows and soft blankets. Cassian's scent lingered on the pillowed side he claimed when he slept there. You turned away from them, curling in on yourself on the opposite side.

+

Dinner with the entire inner circle the next night wasn’t going to be fun. 

You didnt talk to Cassian the entire day. You waited for your moment to strike at the dinner. And it made it all worth it just to see his face as you said what you’d been planning all night. “I’m leaving for Illyria in the morning.”

Azriel choked on his wine. Mor’s fork clattered to her plate loudly. Az's eyes were wide, and stared at you with worry. Rhys was calm, maybe a bit too much. You checked your mental shields to make sure he was kept out. They held strong.

“Seeing as I lack the proper training, I will be seeking it out at the war camps.” You then met Cassian’s wide eyes. His shocked stare made you smirk at him bitterly. 

“They will clip you.” Az’s voice was little more than a whisper. The thought of it had scared you, yes. But you figured if you were a good enough fighter for the three most powerful Illyrians in history, then you were good enough to take on the likes of Devlon. 

You said nothing to Azriel’s grim words. The tension in the room came to a head when Cassian shot out of his chair, knocking it backwards. “You will not.” He growled. Az’s shadows curled like thick smoke around him, and Rhys tensed. 

“Why shouldn’t she?” Feyre asked, eyes narrowing at Cassian. 

“She dosent know-” Cassian began dismissing.

“I know perfectly well what could happen.” You said with deadly calm. There was a long strained silence after your words. You could practically hear Cas’ teeth grind together.

“Leave us.” Cassian’s tone was an order. The room was deathly silent. He didn't break eye contact with you, just waited for the others to leave.

Mor glanced to Rhys. Feyre’s slight glare did not leave Cassian’s tensed shoulders. Rhys stood slowly, giving the group a gesture. They rose, Azriel last. Then Rhys winnowed them away. 

"If it makes you see me as strong I'll train with them."

"You'll be clipped the second you land." His words sent a thrill of terror through you.

"What do you propose instead? I will not stand by for your protecting."

"Just make this easy... please." He leaned against the table, exhausted with the fighting. "Dont go there. Even if it means.."

"If it means I can't be with you?" You interjected. The entire world seemed to still. You  stopped breathing. They seemed to echo through the dining space. The wind did not make the curtains bellow in the welcoming way they usually did. Your heart slammed in your chest, waiting for his reply.

It was a long wait. But finally - “So you’re leaving me?” He asked, voice rough.

“It seems you give me no other choice. You cant keep treating me like I’m your paper doll, Cassian.” 

The words stung more when they actually came out, instead of the reherals you’d done in your head. They made your throat go tight and your hands shake. You loved him. You knew that. He knew that. But you loved your independence from him more. 

“I just-” He held his head in his hands, his face going red. “I need you.” He sighed. 

“Then be with me!” You were reaching the end of your rope. Your ability to keep going through this with him was wearing thin. This dance of ‘I love you ‘ and ‘prove it’ was ending. You could feel it, as sure as winter was in the air. 

His shoulders shook. Then, you realized he was sobbing. You clamped down on the urge to comfort him. “If leaving you is going to keep you from going to that camp…” He regained his composure. When he finally looked at you again, his eyes were red. His voice shook, “Then at least give me a kiss goodbye.” His lips trembled as he said the words. 

The truth of the situation snapped into place. This was it. This was the only conclusion that would have been made, in the end. Your stomach twisted and flipped in all sorts of new ways. Seeing him so weak, so defeated like you’d never seen before made your mind spin. One of the strongest Illyrians ever was crying… over you. One of the best males you’d ever met was there crying… because you both knew the ending to your story together.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. The floodgates broke and you were sobbing, in his arms in an instant. 

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The next week went by incredibly slowly. You remained nearly catatonic the first two days. Only getting out of bed to use the bathroom. Feyre visited, tried to talk to you. But without you answering back, she went to reading at the couch next to the side of the bed. You turned away, trying not to stare at the pillows scattered on the opposite wall. All the ones Cassian had ever touched - anything that smelled remotely of him.

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Mor finally forced you from bed. Getting up was much much harder than it sounded. She prodded you into getting dressed, and eventually got you down to the city streets for some ‘quality time with the real world’.

“Cassian will-” 

“Cassian isn’t here. It’s about you right now.” She flicked hair from her face. Your mind ran wild. Wasn’t here? 

“What do you mean?” 

“Rhys took him to the continent for some boy time. Az went too. My guess is so that Cassian can’t destroy any buildings in Velaris while he’s on his bender.”

Guilt was the last nail in the coffin. You stood in the middle of the busy sidewalk, not caring that other Fae bumped into you or gave you dirty looks. “I need to apologize..” You managed through the tightness in your throat. 

“No- no no no, hey.” She took your hand and started pulling you along again. You fought away the tears that stung your eyes. They were cool when you blinked them away, the cold nip in the air numbing your face enough so you didnt feel the corners of your eyes beading with the tears. 

“We are going to have fun. You’re coming to Rita’s with me.” She shimmied her hips as you followed her down the familiar alleyway. “Is this really a good idea?” You sighed, offering the door keeper a silver coin. The male nodded and gave you a wolfish grin as you passed him by. 

 Mor paused in the doorway and eyed up the lights, the dancers on stage. “This is a perfect idea. Trust me.”

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You lost yourself in dancing and drinking. It felt so good to let go. Mor kept a watchful eye on you the entire night, but still had fun. She brought you drinks when you were nearly empty, keeping you fueled. 

You stumbled out close to dawn. Mor winnowed you to a nearby rooftop. You spun, your head swimming in alcohol. "Easy..." She steadied you, holding your arm tightly. You didnt know when your thoughts became your speaking voice, but she was replying to you. You blinked at her slowly, the buzz of the alcohol making you slow and sleepy. 

"This is all a mess. I love him, but Azriel just..." You ran your hands through your greasy hair. You couldnt remember the last time you'd bathed. Mor gave you a grim smile. "I know... I've had to make similar choices." She put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed slightly.

You didn't particularly want to think of her with the same male as you. Or the fact that Azriel had pined after her for so long. Or that she and Cassian definitely had a similar history. You hoped you didn't utter the words to her though. Mor was your friend.

"They are both special males. You need to make the right choice for you though." She pulled you down to the cold rooftop. You knocked your head a bit too hard on the ground, making her choke back a laugh. "It is your life that you decide. Not theirs, they will make their choices." Her hand squeezed yours reassuringly. The stars above shimmered and lulled you

You couldn't bear to speak with her pulling you apart with her words. With all the truth in the world hiding behind her eyes- buried in her soul. All the answers you knew you didn't want to know right now.

So you let yourself fall into the darkness that bordered the stars, drifting to sleep easily.

+ 

You avoided the Illyrian males as best you could when they returned. You spent most of your time either asleep in your room after drinking, sparring with Feyre or at Ritas. It was a cycle you grew very accustom to. It worked. It kept your mind off him. Off of the heartbreak.

Mor couldn't drink with you the next week. She had 'important business' in the Hewn city or something similar. So you walked to Rita's alone, sat at your usual table and watched the dancers. By your fourth drink you had joined them. You threw yourself into the delight of drink and merriment with strangers. Various hands caressed your body, the group writhed with you. A living being on the dancefloor, all moving together.

It made you feel whole again. You didn't have to think about Cassian's words, or how he thought you weak. Didnt have to think about the pain you caused him. The worries slipped away with each drink.

You were escorted to the street by a bouncer, along with a few other fae that had been a bit too rowdy. You couldn't hear what was said but it sounded something like 'go home'. You sat on the sidewalk, taking a moment for yourself.  The stars above were shrouded by a cover of fog. It would be a cold morning. You could feel it in your wings, the soft leather was raised with goosebumps. 

"I've been waiting for you." The voice was familiar, but it took you a moment to put your finger on it. Azriel. You grinned at him, wobbling when you took your eyes off the stars. His eyes seemed darker than usual, those shadows of his sluggishly crept around him. Around both of you, you realized when you felt them creep up your legs. 

"Why didn't you join me?" You slurred, shooing his tendrils of darkness off of you. They skittered back to his shoulders, wrapping over him like a coat. His face went a bit flushed at whatever they returned to him.

He held a hand out to you, offering to help you up. "Rita's isn't exactly my style." He grinned, hauling you to your feet with his scarred hands. They were remarkably soft, and warm. You hadn't expected the welcome heat from them against your chilled fingertips. 

"Then what is, shadowsinger?"

His gaze was long and full of questions. "I can show you another time. Let's get you back." He walked you to the middle of the street and took off with you gently, getting you used to flying again. He supported you the entire way, you knew you were drifting. He didn't say anything about it, just corrected and pointed to the landing when you were nearing. He landed first, and caught you when you nearly fell on your face from your rough landing. He couldn't hide the amusement. "Shut up." You shoved him slightly.

 "Do you want me to put you to bed?" He asked, not condescendingly like the words suggested. But genuinely. It made your heart stutter. You stammered - "Ah, no.. No I know where it is." You began walking that way.

"I hope so." He watched you go down the hall. Then, once he heard your door click shut (A bit too loud for normal) He took off again, into the night sky. 

[biggest-stupidhead]

Hello! This is the first time I'm ever requesting something 😂

What do you think of Captain Levi taking the weak cadet reader under his ~very~ protective wing?

Thanks!

Aw thanks for sending this in! 🥺 Personally I think that at first he’d be reluctant to get close but eventually he’d feel  responsible for their safety. 

Here’s a little something sweet for the kids. 

Summary: Levi can’t bear to watch another kid die under his care.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: mentions of past abuse and malnourishment 

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When the group of teens wandered into the courtyard, Levi knew that they were no different from the previous bunch. Wide eyed, heads in the clouds, loud boisterous laughter. All the innocent traits that they should’ve possessed, being only fifteen years old. So as he leaned against the stables with Hange at his side he began to wonder which of the young soldiers would come out on top. 

There was a sturdy boy with bright blonde hair and a dazzling smile. He seemed strong, and just from looking at him Levi could tell that he was well versed in social cues. If he could prove himself strong enough to make it through the expeditions, he stood a chance at rising in the ranks. A girl with red hair and sharp brown eyes was looking around her new environment with a certain cagey manor that Levi recognized all too well. He figured that at least she was unlike most of her peers, more focused on the here and now, something that was vital outside of the walls. A brunette boy walked in along with the throng of kids, but his shoulders were pulled back and chin cocked upwards. It was clear that he was confident in his skills, more so than most of his peers. He noted the cuts on his knuckles and how his fellow soldiers granted him a wide berth, Levi figured that he must have been strong enough to demand the respect of his comrades. 

It was only Levi’s second year with the scouts, yet he could recognize these traits with ease. Cadets were chewed up in training, spat into action and then digested by titans, well of course not literally since titans don’t digest. He hated that he could recognize those who would not make it apart from those who would. 

And when he saw you, he knew that you would not be one of them. Frail and silent, almost an apparition, barely standing apart from the crowd. Levi was thrown right back into the darkest parts of his memory when he took in your malnourished state, the bones that jutted from your wrists, the way that the clothes looked too big on you. It was all too familiar, hunger had been a pain he had endured for the worse half of his life. 

He couldn’t fathom why of all the regiments, you had come crawling into the corps. Your eyes were glazed over and your face held no emotion. You jumped when the blonde boy clapped you on the back, his hands rubbing your shoulders almost mockingly. If Levi strained his ears, he could just make out the boy’s words. “-I’m still surprised you came here (Y/n)! Thought for sure you’d drop out and work in the fields.” He teased as he steered you towards the red head who was glaring daggers back at the blonde and you. 

“I’ve told you....I’m no quitter.” Your words were strained and clearly you had dealt with this tormenting perviously as well. 

“Ah but you see I’m proud of you! Our own little runt rising in the ranks.” He clapped your back once more, causing you to stumble forward and smack into the red head who whipped around and glared at the blonde. 

“Knock it off Jake, I’ll break your damn ankles if you keep messin with the lass.” Her accent surprised Levi. 

“Oh come on Red, you know I’m right.” Jake pressed as he kept a domineering hand on your shoulder, guiding you forward. Levi couldn’t tell if the banter between the three, or well two of them was friendly or hostile as they marched past the stables. 

“Interesting batch this one...” Hange commented as she angled her head down to speak to Levi in a somewhat hushed tone. 

“Hmph, I suppose.” Levi agreed, eyes still locked on the retreating cadets. 

“Since I’m a squad leader now, I think that I’ll take the blonde, he looks like he possesses a good mind.” Hange brought her knuckle to her lips to nibble the skin as her cheeks flushed with excitement. Levi rolled his eyes, he was still working directly under Erwin as a regular soldier, but he hoped to have his own team as well soon. 

“You do that.” Levi grunted, pushing off of the wall to tail the cadets into the dining hall for dinner. Hange huffed in disappointment but still followed after Levi, easily catching up to him and matching his stride. 

“And what about you? Erwin mentioned giving you some kids to watch, which would you like to have under your care?” Hange asked as she smirked down at Levi. 

“The ones that know how to properly clean their asses.” Levi grunted as he pulled the doors open and marched straight towards the veteran’s table in the back of the room, where Nanaba, Gelgar, Mike, and Ness were already gathered. He grabbed a tray of food before dropping into an open seat next to Mike, Hange falling into the seat to his right. 

“-She’s to thin I can’t believe she can even function-” Gelgar was in the middle of a rant when Nanaba smacked him in the back of the head. 

“That’s no way to speak about her! God knows what she’s been through.” Nanaba’s voice was hushed and carried an edge of scolding on it as she spoke. Levi followed their gaze back to you, sitting between Jake and the red head, their shoulders brushing against yours as the three or you scarfed down the food. Directly across was the brunette, his eyes were dull and constantly roaming across the room, almost as if he was on look out duty. 

“Come on Nan, look at the poor runt! I’m only speaking the truth.” Gelgar argued, your back was to them, jacket strewn across your lap, meaning that your spine could be seen, even from nearly across the room. 

“Who’s going to want that responsibility? It’s like sending a lamb off to slaughter!” Gelgar continued and Mike gave a grunt in agreement. 

“I’ll take her.” Levi’s voice surprised himself, the table fell quiet as they all stared at him in awe. 

“What? Clearly she has some talent if she’s made it this far.” Levi grunted, lifting his tea to his lips in hopes of deterring more questions. 

“How bold of you.” Hange said with a wide smile. 

“Shut up shitty glasses.” He scoffed and stood, eager to find Erwin and request for the mangey runt to be in his mini squad. 

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Your feet kicked out in front of you, tapping harmlessly against Casper’s shins. You were eating slower than usual, feeling pressured by Jake and Carina on either side of you. Casper was dutifully keeping watch, something that he had done since you were children, the threat of loosing dinner to rabid street dogs or other children. The inner walls were only kind to those of status, you were examples of that. Casper and yourself had met on the streets and been inseparable ever since, picking up Jake and Carina in the cadet corps. Now you had a happy little family. 

“What squad are you assigned to?” Jake prodded your boney ribs, spitting crumbs on you as he spoke. 

“Erwin’s.” You answered, taking a chunk out of your own bread as well. 

“Ahh for real? I’m with squad leader Hange.” Jake’s chest puffed out proudly and Casper rolled his eyes. 

“I’m under Erwin as well.” He said, looking to Carina expectantly. 

“I’m under Mike.” Carina said with her mug pressed to her lips. 

“So we’ll be splitting up...” You said with a dark look on your face. 

“Seems so.” Jake agreed in a light hearted manner. 

“We’ll be okay.” Casper said to the group, but his eyes were locked on your own. 

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As it turned out, you weren’t exactly under Erwin Smith’s care. Instead you were standing in front of his prickly subordinate, shivering in the cool morning air. 

“You lot will be working alongside me, when I say to do something I mean it. I don’t like repeating myself.” Levi paced up and down the row of cadets, only about five kids in total. 

“You want to live, train hard and trust in your comrades.” He continued, pausing in front of a girl with blonde hair. 

“Study the formations, keep your gear pristine, and care for your horse as if it was your own child.” Levi’s boots crunched on the gravel as he stopped in front of you. You were tense and your eyes were more alert than he remembered. 

“Got it?” He growled and all the cadets nodded eagerly and gave him a flurry of ‘yes sirs’ . 

“Yes sir.” He noticed how your jaw was locked and your shoulders were pulled back. Already he was seeing improvements. 

“Good, let’s get started then.” 

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In the few months that you had to prepare for the expedition, you made slow progress. Putting on weight and muscle alike, all thanks to Levi. He often requested you to help him with his paper work and re shelving the books in the scout’s library. As a reward he would often gift you extra rations, you were grateful of course. But as the expedition neared it became obvious that he was not going to sign you off. 

“-Captain I have to go, it wouldn’t be fair to my comrades! They need me!” You begged, hands splayed out on his desktop as he leaned back in his chair. 

“Quit whining, I’m trying to spare your pathetic life.” Levi scoffed as he glared up at you. 

“But sir, it’s not fair. It’s like you said, my life isn’t worth more than my comrades’.” You argued, surprised by your own stubbornness as you glowered at your superior. 

“You’re right....but every human life is special in its own right. If you were to perish under my care....I’d never-” 

“It’s part of the job. I signed up knowing the risks, I’m sure you did too. So....let me do what I signed up for.” Your voice mellowed out and you averted your eyes, embarrassed by the outburst. 

“I won’t let you die out there. Sit this one out, work harder, gain some strength and then you can join us on the mission. If there’s one thing in this world that I hate more then filth, it would be a pointless death.” Levi rose to his feet and met your gaze once more. You couldn’t deny that you were weak, he was right, if you were to go out there now, you would surely perish. 

“Fine, just this once.” Levi felt his heart float with relief, even if it was just one mission, it was still more time that he could spend on training you. 

“Thank you, now get the fuck out of here.” He pointed at the door and you saluted him one last time before leaving him alone in his dimly lit office. He promised himself that he would do his best to prepare you, keep you safe, keep you alive. That was all he wanted, he knew that this was a dangerous wish, but he was determined to see it through, no matter what. 

[sereia1313]

Banner provided by the always talented @cakeit0n for the @sesskagddn April 2022 prompts.

Summary: Kagome's power begins to wean, and she struggles to come to terms with the cause.

Read it on Ao3, Dokuga, and FFnet.

Inspiration: "If Our Love Is Wrong" by Callum Scott

Count

Kagome ducked, cursing as her arrow flew wide of its target. If not for Inuyasha's quick maneuvering, the boar youkai would've impaled her.

"Get your head in the game, K'gome!" he groused, resting Tessaiga on his shoulder. "I'm startin' to lose count of all the times I've had to save yer ass."

Kagome reminded herself that maiming her best friend would be more hassle than it was worth.

"Sorry," she said, picking up her arrows, "I've got a lot of my mind."

Inuyasha snorted. "Keepin' yerself alive is more important than anything the bastard has to offer."

A dark blush spilled onto Kagome's cheeks, but she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "He deserves a proper answer."

Patience

Patience had never been Kagome's strong point, and she had a feeling it wasn't Sesshoumaru's either, but she wasn't going to rush something as important as courting.

Especially with how well things were going.

The attraction was still new, fresh, her face breaking out into a bright smile every time he entered the village. Even when he was there for Rin, his youki would reach for her, a gentle caress to her senses as she waited her turn.

He'd been serious from the start, but Kagome had been wary, both for her sake and everyone else's. The Western Lord had persevered though, giving her time to come to terms with the fact that there wasn't an ulterior motive.

Sesshoumaru wanted her.

Control

"Yer control is slippin'."

"It is not." Kagome shot an arrow at him to prove her point, but just like the last, it flew wide; Inuyasha didn't even have to move to avoid it.

"What I tell ya? Yer head's gone to mush ever since—"

"Finish that sentence, and I will set you on fire."

Inuyasha sighed, then sheathed Tessaiga. "I'm not the only one who's noticed, K'gome. It's like you fell through the well all over again."

Kagome would've stomped her foot if she wasn't thinking the same thing. Her powers had been fluctuating to the point of being uncontrollable, and it was starting to affect her ability to keep people safe.

Ignite

"You are troubled."

A sigh escaped her lips, her shoulders slumping as Kagome threw a stone into the bubbling river. "Is it that obvious?"

"Only because you are trying so hard to conceal it." Sesshoumaru sat down beside her, and she leaned against him, taking comfort in his presence.

"Inuyasha thinks you're corrupting me."

A pale eyebrow rose. "You are the one who initiated—"

Kagome covered his mouth with both hands, a blush igniting her cheeks. "Not like that! We all know that a miko's power being tied to her purity is an old wives' tale." She felt him smirk a second before his tongue slid along her palm.

Embark

"We agreed to embark on this journey together, Kagome," he said once she'd released his mouth. "If you are having second thoughts—"

"No!" She shook her head vehemently. "No. I want this. I want you. I just…" She gazed at the river, willing it to give her guidance. Sesshoumaru's hand settled over hers, his steadfast support a balm to her weary soul.

If it was only temporary.

She was at a crossroads, the future bright and promising. And yet she still found herself hesitating, the past screaming as responsibility clawed at her back.

"Who am I if I can't protect people?"

Float

Her guilt continued to gnaw at her, tempering her reiki even during her deepest meditation. Normally, clearing her mind came easily, lifting the weight of duty from her shoulders and giving her the chance to relax.

But the shame of not being able to assist in the latest attack was a bitter pill to swallow, and Kagome flopped onto the grass, the clouds above seeming to taunt her as they floated by.

"Ye dwell too much, child. It clouds your judgement." Kaede didn't bother to sit down, her cane wobbling as she stepped closer.

"Easy for you to say," Kagome grumbled. "Kirara isn't nursing a sprained foot and a gauge in her side because of you."

Cast

"Perhaps not," the older miko lamented, "but I also know the kit would be worse for wear had ye not interfered."

It should've been an easy extermination, the hoard had barely been worth mentioning, which was why Kagome had tried to take them on herself, her need to prove herself outweighing any remaining common sense.

If Shippou hadn't been passing by on Kirara—

Shaking her head, she drew her knees up to her chin. "I should've been paying better attention. Been more prepared." Sesshoumaru would be disgusted with how much she'd had to rely on others, considering the amount of time he'd spent training her.

"Cast aside your doubt, child. The rest will follow."

Lift

Kagome lifted her head to the sky, Kaede's words lingering. The clouds continued to move, unaware of her plight, and she wondered if the gods had ever been conflicted in their choices.

She snorted. They probably had, then after making a mistake, had likely claimed it was part of their master plan.

What was her plan?

What did she want?

Youki slid up her spine, and she scrambled to her feet, running towards its owner as he welcomed her with open arms.

"I had thought to heal your wounds."

Kagome grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling him down to claim his mouth.

Ascend

Sesshoumaru returned the kiss with vigour, Kagome's heart ascending to new heights as he shuddered under her assault.

"I'm sorry," she whispered when they finally pulled back for air.

"Whatever for?"

She struggled to put it into words, trying to convey with her body what her mind could not as she pulled him closer.

This is what she wanted. He was what she wanted. And damn anything and anyone who stood in her way.

Including herself.

Going up on tiptoe, Kagome brushed her lips along his jawline, nipping at his skin as she got closer to his ear. "I love you."

Begin

Accepting her feelings for Sesshoumaru set in motion a slew of new beginnings that Kagome found herself unprepared for.

Jaken referring to her as 'Lady' being at the top of her list.

But it also brought things into perspective. No longer was she second-guessing herself when it came to her place in the pack. And once that thought became cemented in her mind, Kagome's reiki returned with a vengeance, each arrow meeting its mark.

Pride radiated off her intended as they moved in tandem, power colliding—combining—before decimating the youkai that threatened the peace of the Shiro.

Halt

"Ever planning on admitting you were wrong?"

Inuyasha halted in his movements. "I was right that it was the bastard's fault."

A pebble ricocheted off his shoulder. "It had nothing to do with demon corruption."

"Keh." He went back to sharpening his sword.

"Loving someone is only wrong if it hurts you."

"You sure it ain't doing that?" His subdued tone stopped her from throwing another pebble.

Kagome gave him a reassuring smile. "Absolutely not. I think I'm actually more powerful now."

Her friend sighed, then grabbed the hilt of Tessaiga, the weapon transforming in a flare of power. "Care to test it out?"

Grinning, Kagome jumped to her feet, not even bothering to grab her bow. "You're on."

[little-diable]

Yours, forever - Din Djarin (smut)

Requested by anon

Hope this is what you had in mind, enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The fem!reader helps Din on a job, but Din hates seeing his wife flirt with the bounty, so he takes her home, simply to remind her who she belongs to  

Warnings: spanking, dom!Din, choking, restrains, unprotected sex 

“Din” (y/n) mumbled his name, trying not to smudge her lipstick, eyes focused on her reflection, “Din” no words left his mouth, helmet staring at her as she got ready. “Do you not trust me?” she whispered the words, averting her eyes as he rose from the box he was sitting on, gloved hands meeting her waist, pulling her against his beskar. “Of course I do, it’s him who I don’t trust”.

He had known from the moment he had taken on the job that it won’t be an easy task, the bounty was known for his worth, he was clever and quick to slip out of one's hands. (Y/n) had been by Din’s side for long, would support him with his jobs and would look after the child, all while falling for the Mandalorian and eventually marrying him. She knew how much he was struggling with this task, so (y/n) had taken matters into her own hand, she’d try to lure the man in, flirting as he’d drown a few drinks, till Din would eventually step in and take him captive.

“Din” (y/n) turned around in his grip, cupping the helmet, thumb running along the cold beskar, “I’ll be careful, you’ll be there to protect me anyways. I only have eyes for you, my handsome, strong husband”. Din placed his forehead against hers, hands squeezing her sides as he let out a deep breath, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. The child cooed, arms reaching out for Din, slipping into the bag Din would carry it around with. 

The bar on Navarro was filled with different species, the atmosphere was buzzing, (y/n)s eyes instantly fell onto the bounty, a tall, quite handsome man who had his arms slung around a few barely dressed women. Din stayed hidden away in a dark corner, hands grasping the table, trying to stop himself from stepping in just yet. The harder he concentrated on his wife the more his bulge seemed to grow, twitching for her, how much he wanted to push her against the nearest wall, to fuck her into oblivion, reminding her that she was his, his alone.

As (y/n) stepped up to the bar she instantly felt the bounty's eyes on her, shamelessly checking her out, pushing the girls around him away. “My my what is a gorgeous woman like you doing all on her own?” the words made her cringe, forcing a smile onto her lips, “who said that I was alone?”, she took a sip of her drink, eyes hooked onto his piercing blue ones. A throaty chuckle bubbled out of him, placing his hand on the small of her back as he pulled her towards a table, hand wandering lower and lower with every step he took.

(Y/n) caught Din’s gaze from across the room, well at least she was fairly certain that he was staring at her, she shook her head, telling him to wait, he’d be gone before Din would have reached them. She barely focused on the words the bounty was speaking, mind wandering back to last night as Din had his way with her, eyes hidden by a blindfold, wrists bound together. “What are you thinking of beautiful?” he placed his hand on her knee, trying to move it up her thigh as she inhaled, clenching her jaw as a bile rose in her throat, “why don’t we get out of here?”.

It took her a few moments to reply, pondering over her next moves, praying that Din was still focused on her and the bounty, that he’d get to them before the man would manage to take (y/n) away. Hesitantly she took his hand, stepping out into the chillying night air, her heart was racing, palms sweaty, mind only set on her husband and their clan of three. “I don’t think so” the slightly metallic voice echoed through the night, coaxing a relieved sigh out of (y/n), thank goodness.

Din had to fire a few shots, till the man crashed down onto the floor, unconscious, “alright, we’ll turn him in, get our credits and then we’ll leave, I’m sick of this planet”. His voice dripped with something she couldn’t quite pinpoint, though his deep, raspy undertone shot shivers down her spine, made heat pool between her thighs, trying to keep her moan from rolling off her tongue.

The moment they were back on the razor crest Din had pulled her into his chest, murmuring a small “clothes off, blindfold on”, smirking to himself as she basically ran towards their shared cot. He placed the child down, its eyes were closed, already fast asleep, at least they wouldn’t have to worry about it for a few hours. 

“I’ll never again let another man touch you like this” Din spat, ripping off his helmet, stepping into the dark room, door sliding shut behind him.

Her naked chest was pressed against the covers, ass high in the air, eyes squeezed shut, even though they stayed hidden behind the black blindfold. “I’m yours Din” (y/n) moaned, this beskar crashed down onto the floor, the rest of his clothes following shortly after, stepping towards the cot. “Yes, yes you are” Din pressed his length against her behind, rubbing it through her wet folds, hands kneading the flesh of her ass.

By now she was dripping, arousal sticking to her skin, nipples painfully hardening with every passing second, she was completely done for, Din had her at his mercy.

“Tonight, I’ll remind you who you belong to, you’re mine, mine alone” a harsh slap got delivered to her behind, skin wiggling from the impact, though it seemed like he was waiting for something, repeating his action, till finally a small “one” left her lips. The third slap knocked all air out of her lungs, he seemed to burn his handprint into her skin, marking her in more than just one way. “Two” her voice was quivering, teeth piercing through her lower lip, drawing a bit of blood, urged on by the iron taste.

He took it up to ten slaps, her skin was burning, painfully so, but no pain had ever felt as good as this, boobs rubbing against the covers with every harsh motion of his, adding to the pleasure that flooded through her. “Turn around cyar’ika” a hiss made it past her lips as her behind came in contact with the covers, legs wrapping themselves around his waist, trying to pull him closer. (Y/n) was aching for him, desperate to feel his length buried in her heat, to rip her open with every thrust of his.

“Don’t be impatient” he warned her, he was shifting around, as if he was searching for something, “wrists” Din pressed out, tying them to the bed, keeping her locked in place. “Din” (y/n) squealed his name, arousal dripping onto his length, coating the velvety skin with her slick. 

He spat onto her clit, rubbing his saliva into the sensitive bundle of nerves as he pounded into her, he didn’t give her a warning, Din wouldn’t let her adjust, at least not on days where he needed to make one thing clear, that she was his, his alone. Her jaw fell slack, a few incoherent words bubbled out of her, walls tightly grasping his thick, veiny length, squeezing him like he was aching for.

Both were high on the adrenaline that took over their bodies, an indescribable force seemed to bind them together, bringing them closer to the edge with every passing moment. Though it seemed as if Din wasn’t satisfied yet, hand wandering up her soft skin, squeezing her nipples, a motion that let her arch her back, trying to press herself closer. The sound of their skin slapping reverberated through the small space, drowning out their moans, the air around them grew hotter, made sweat beard their skins.

Din’s fingers danced up her throat, squeezing a bit tighter, just enough to make her curl her toes, but not enough to cut off her airway. “Who do you belong to?” his thrusting suddenly stopped, completely stopped, patiently waiting for her to collect her thoughts, squeezing out a small, though powerful “you”, lips parted as he began to build up the pressure once again. She felt like she was on cloud nine, body belonging to the man her heart had started calling hers years ago, Din had her wrapped around his little finger, proving his love to her at any given chance. 

“I love you” Din panted, forehead falling against hers, thumb rubbing her clit, pushing her closer and closer to her release. Maker it felt like they were made for one another, even after years of exploring their bodies both still felt like it was the first time all over again, excited to give into their orgasms, aching to hear the sounds that would rumble through them. “I love you too” (y/n) squealed, “not yet cyar'ika, you need to earn it”, she knitted her eyebrows, trying to process what he had just told her, overly and utterly confused.

(Y/n) shook her head in a rather pathetic manner, “please” she begged, tears soaked through the blindfold, hands tugging on his roots, walls clenching around his length, “oh please Din”. He didn’t reply, let go of her throat to curl his fingers into the covers, “try it again”, Din couldn’t stop imagining how beautiful she’d look with flushed cheeks as his length would rip her apart, disappearing into her with every thrust of his. “Stars, Din, please, please, I’m yours, please-” her cry made him groan, nodding his head as he finally gave in, finally pushing her over the cliff. 

The inferno that began to rise in the pit of her stomach creeped up her vein, made white noises engulf her, body shaking from the powerful orgasm. Din needed a few more thrusts, pace faltering as his own release made him lose all focus, painting her walls white as he trembled on top of her, trying not to crush her underneath his weight. Wordlessly she interlaced her fingers with hers, pressing her lips to his skin, “I’m yours, forever”.