#pre owned designer bags

[luxuryreborn]

Style on a Budget: Investing in Pre Owned Designer Bags and Jewellery

Even if designer bags are pricey in Australia, you can still get the greatest gently used pre owned designer bags from reputable brands that are in great condition. When it comes to genuine used goods, the top specialty shops have the greatest bargains and promotions.

The same is true with pre-used Prada bags on sale, which are quite expensive and in high demand in Australia. This guarantees that customers can change their tastes in designer labels, and the top businesses that sell these goods also provide used jewellery.

A great way to enjoy luxury clothes without going over budget is with pre-owned Saint Laurent handbags. Customers may be sure of the exceptional quality and distinctiveness of their luxury purchases since every pre-owned bag is validated.

In a similar vein, used Celine bags in Australia are also quite popular as they showcase one's taste and sense of style. For those who would want to buy one but are wary of fake products, reliable vendors offer a full authenticity guarantee.

Reputable pre-owned Hermes bags and jewellery sellers put these used bags through a stringent examination procedure to make sure they live up to high standards before putting them up for sale.

Why Invest in Designer Handbags and Pre-Owned Jewellery?

Similar to high-end purses, fine jewellery may be pricey and many times hence top quality pre-loved jewellery can be great. Occasionally, people decide to sell their lightly used but still beautiful jewellery, and one can get them from reputable consignment stores. Because of their classic charm, all of these jewellery pieces are really one-of-a-kind, and they may be purchased for less than similar new items. Beautiful necklaces and earrings are available for purchase from the top online vendor of used jewellery, allowing one to show off their sense of fashion at social events.

Similar to used designer bags, purchasing pre-owned jewellery offers a special chance to get stunning pieces for a fraction of their original price. Pre-owned jewellery gives people access to unique, rare, or vintage pieces that are no longer offered by retailers, just like used designer bags enable people to affordably indulge in expensive apparel.

The greatest items may be purchased from the top retailers without having to leave the comforts of home thanks to their robust online presence. Examine the product offerings and catalogues of top retailers before making the purchase of your desires.

Source: https://luxuryreborn.blogspot.com/2025/01/style-on-budget-investing-in-pre-owned.html

[maxuria]

Pre Owned Luxury Bags

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[confidential-couture]

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[swordmaid]

usually his ratty cloak is covering it up but he wears the drow poison she gives him as necklace hehe

[retagresellingluxury]

Timeless Accessories: How to Elevate Your Outfit with a Burberry Scarf and Flats

Few things might contrast with the style and versatility of a Burberry scarf and footwear when it comes to classic fashion statements. These classic accessory styles also exude styling choices, changing even the most essential clothing into a stylish one.

With the right blend of these things, you can undoubtedly up your style whether you're going to a formal meeting or an easygoing lunch. This is the way to benefit from your Burberry flats and scarf, including how to wear them with basic outfits like a Burberry white shirt.

The Burberry Scarf: A Symbol of Elegance

For those who love fashion, the timeless Burberry scarf is an essential piece for any outfit. It has been essential in the fashion industry for many years, distinguished by its opulent fabric, superb craftsmanship, and recognizable check pattern. Whether you choose a lightweight silk or cashmere version, a scarf elevates any ensemble.

Choosing the Right Scarf: Select a scarf that goes well with your own style. While the traditional beige check is adaptable, vibrant colors or seasonal patterns give it an innovative twist.

Care Tips: Pay close attention to the maintenance instructions to preserve the scarf's brilliance. Only dry clean or hand wash to maintain the fabric's quality.

The Perfect Pair: Flats for All-Day Elegance

A pair of footwear is the ideal item to go with your scarf because they are the height of comfort and sophistication. The secret is to pick shoes that complement the style of your ensemble, whether that be loafers or ballet footwear.

Classic Choices: Neutral-toned leather or suede footwear go well with anything and are simple to pair.

Pattern Play: Choose footgear with delicate patterns or textures that go well with the scarf's design for a stunning effect.

Styling Tips: The White Shirt and Beyond

A Burberry white shirt is a blank canvas for styling because of its simplicity. It looks effortlessly stylish when paired with flats and a scarf.

Another classic piece of clothing that can subtly improve your appearance is a Burberry belt. A Burberry belt is a multipurpose accessory that goes well with both professional and informal outfits, regardless of whether you go for a sleek leather design or a timeless check pattern. To complete your timeless fashion statement and define your silhouette, pair it with a dress, high-waisted pants, or even a blazer.

Tips to style your Burberry Scarf

The Classic Drape: Let the ends of the scarf hang loosely and drape it around your neck. A fitted white shirt, slim jeans, and nude slippers look great with this simple look.

Belted Elegance: Wear your scarf over a white shirt for an extra professional look. For a refined look, pair this with fitted pants and pointed-toe shoes.

Parisian Knot: Tie a little knot at the side of the scarf after folding it into a triangle and wrapping it around your neck. This ensemble looks great with traditional ballerina footwear and a white shirt tucked into a pleated midi skirt.

Beyond the White Shirt: Exploring Versatile Pairings

Burberry flats and scarves can complement a variety of wardrobe essentials, even though the white shirt is a classic.

Chunky Knits: Wear an oversized cardigan or jumper over a scarf on chilly days. For a comfortable yet fashionable look, pair with leather shoes and slim-fitting jeans.

Blazers and Trousers: Wearing a scarf over a fitted blazer can elevate your professional attire. For a combination of ease and class, finish the ensemble with loafers.

Dresses and Skirts: A scarf can add a splash of color to a flowing maxi dress or a simple shift dress. Sandals with ankle straps nicely balance the dimensions of the ensemble.

Color Coordination: Achieving Harmony

For clothes to be peaceful, color balance is essential. When wearing footwear and a Burberry scarf:

Match or Contrast: For an appealing ensemble, wear beige-toned scarves with neutral shoes or contrast a scarf with a vibrant color with subtle ones.

Stick to a Palette: To avoid overpowering the look, keep your ensemble to two or three enhancing colors.

Seasonal Styling: Adapting to Weather

Burberry flats and scarves are a year-round necessity since they go well with all seasons.

Spring and Summer: Choose soft scarves in light colors. Accessorize with airy culottes and linen shirts, and complete with espadrille footwear.

Fall and Winter: Comfortable coats and boots look great with earthy-toned cashmere scarves. Use leather shoes for a polished look when the weather allows.

Accessories That Enhance

A few accessories can make your ensemble even more stylish.

Minimalist Jewelry: A delicate bracelet or simple earrings complete the ensemble without drawing too much attention away from the scarf.

Handbags: A neutral-colored Crossbody bag or structured tote completes the ensemble.

Conclusion

Burberry accessories are timeless investments that bring unparalleled style and versatility to any wardrobe. Pairing these pieces with simple staples like a white shirt allows you to create a wide range of looks, perfect for any occasion. Experiment with different textures, colors, and styles to discover combinations that reflect your personal style. By embracing these classic fashion essentials, you'll elevate your outfits with ease. For those seeking pre-owned luxury pieces. 

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[modafirmauk]

Pre-Owned Designer Bags

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[mrshcloset]

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[gloriouslyunlucky]

Folie à Un

Sylus x afab!reader, pre-relationship

Summary: Sylus thinks of you a little too hard and has to face the consequences. And so does his chair.

Warnings: smut, mdni, sylus finds pleasure all on his own, afab reader, lingerie, no beta bc i have no one i can safely throw this at

Word count: 928; Read time: around 8 minutes

It’s rare for Sylus to lose himself to lust as he has now. He isn’t pure, or prude, or adverse to his own perversion by any means. However, he likes to think he has control over his lust.

Afterall, you haven’t even kissed yet and you’ve been seeing each other since… Well, it’s been months since this seduction dance started between you. Lingering touches here and there, cunning jabs, gifts, confessions, and a million other ways he has shown his interest. Days upon weeks upon months. And he has kept his head cool.

But Sylus is anything but cool, seated in his office, his chin prompted on his hand, his eyes unfocused. The business deal he was looking over is abandoned on the other side of his desk. His attention, feeble treacherous thing, is on the playback of Mephisto’s feed. He’s replayed the recording five times already.

It’s an innocent clip. One that shouldn’t have such an effect on him. You leaned forward towards the bird, to pet it or something of the sort, and your shirt slipped low enough to show the hint of a familiar lace bra. All that’s visible in the clip is the top petals of the flowery design which spans the whole length of the cup, cradling your breast. Sylus knows it well enough. He bought it for you after all. It was nothing more than a coincidence, of course.—it’s too early for this type of gifts. You ogled it in one of the shop displays when you were walking down a busy street in Linkon and he insisted he pay for it. Why wouldn’t he? You deserve far more than the set you got, for far more money than the price you haggled for it. He already gifted you countless jewelry, weapons, dresses, bags, all molded to fit you. And yet, it’s this flimsy cheap piece of polyester that has him in a frenzy.

Frenzy is an understatement. Sylus is almost panting like a dog as he strains against his suit’s pants. Any movement brings friction and friction brings tension and tension brings back memories of you. You, leaning down, not even an inch of bra peaking, and he goes mad. He lets out a frustrated grunt and pushes his chair back enough to give him access to his belt. The buckle falls limp against his hip, his zipper is undone and his boxer is bunched up underneath his length. He pulls his shirt up to his mouth, biting down on it in hopes of muffling any sounds that might escape him. Then, he leans as far back as he can.

He barely has to work himself until he is rock hard. His fingers find the most sensitive spots with ease—he imagines you would to. He doesn’t need to replay the clip anymore. It’s engraved into his mind, into his heart, into his very being. He only needs to conjure the thought of you before his mind is invaded by the sight of your figure straddling him, your hands prompted against his desk, your top hiked up to reveal that torturous bra of yours. You smile at him—he lets out a strained breath. You move your panties out of the way, just enough to grant him access—he bites down harder. You lower yourself down until his tip is inside of you—something between a moan and a grown escapes him.

He’s no better than an animal. Raw, vulnerable, and driven by some primal instinct to keep going. To imagine you bobbing up and down his tights to the rhythm of his own hand. Painfully slow at first—the way your hip dips down, meeting the base of his cock, staying there before shooting back up. His hand is not on himself but on you, digging into your skin, seeking purchase into your hip bone, helping you sustain the rhythm.

More.

It’s a mutter let out between clenched teeth—a thought more than anything—but it leaves him nonetheless and your smile widens. He imagines his other hand cupping that bra, pulling your breast out of it, teasing your nipple as your smile shatters into an expression of deep pleasure. In reality, his fingers are squeezing the arm of his chair until the leather creeks and gives in under his grip—not that he notices.

He’s close. Oh, so close. The rhythm picks up, becomes erratic, forceful, and yet not fast enough. You’re panting—he’s panting. You’re moaning in his ear—he’s moaning into his shirt. Your lips find his neck—his collar rubs against his jugular. You bite down. He comes undone. His hand keeps pumping erratically, his head lolls back, and for a few seconds—maybe 10, maybe 15, maybe an eternity—he is only pleasure, and euphoria, and yours in ways you can’t even imagine.

The fog lifts slowly. Sylus is a little dizzy at first, still lost in the intensity of this, of you. When he comes back to reality, to his empty office, to his business deals, and to the frozen feed of your smile, a brief moment of shame washes over him. His abdomen is dripping white, his pants are stained in key spots, and his shirt is soaked with saliva where his teeth managed to break through the cotton. Not to mention, the arm of his chair broke completely off, now it’s nothing but plastic shards flimsily stuck together by the leather and filling.

He will need a cold shower. Maybe several cold showers. Maybe an ice bath.

And a new chair.

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Author's note:

I've decided to create a new writing blog to get back into writing and who to better start with than Sylus! And what a delight it is to have him so whipped and so needy omg. I strongly believe that he is so down bad that he doesn't need anything but a smile from the reader before he gets all hot and bothered--or a bra for that matter jhdfkd I wanted to show more of that vulnerable rare side of him bc he's always so in control all the time, I wanted to depict him losing himself in pleasure so much that the world disappears for a second and he gets to let go. At least for a little bit. And the chair pays the price lmao

Anyway! Thank you so much for reading this! Let me know if you have specific suggestions or requests!

XOXO,

Physically just a girl, mentally a chair

[leighsartworks216]

Not my fandom, but #15 for Zayne?

Intrusion

Zayne x gn!Reader

Prompt from this list

15 - hugging each other

I didn't intend to actually write these tonight bc I have a lot of downtime in the morning and I Need Sleep, buuuuut this one hit different idk

Warnings: hurt/comfort, caretaking, pre or early relationship, depression, food, hugging, crying

Word Count: 857

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Zayne knocks on the door lightly. It's late. Far later than is normal to be visiting. He'd hate to wake up one of the neighbors and give them a bad impression of you, especially right now.

You'd been practically radio silent all day. He's so accustomed to you sending him emojis and random videos, to have absolutely nothing come in was disconcerting. On top of that, when he messaged you asking if you were okay, it took several hours before you responded.

I'm fine. Just tired, sorry.

Did you stay up late last night?

Yeah, I guess.

Are you feeling well?

Don't worry about me, Zayne. I'm perfectly fine :)

Each insistence only stirred that uncertainty in his gut. You may not want to inconvenience him, but he needs your intrusion on his life. Otherwise, it would be the same, day to day. A cold, dark existence, with a sweet treat the only thing to draw him away from the mundanity.

He knocks again, slightly louder.

The door opens a crack. Your face is obscured in shadow, hidden from the dim light of the hallway, but from what he can tell, you look rough. You don't meet his eyes. You just stare at his tie.

"H-Hey," you draw out, trying to act casual. Maybe he'd believe the act if you weren't hiding. "What brings you here, doc?"

He inhales. Why must you keep insisting on putting barriers between you? "I'm not on duty, at the moment," he reminds you curtly, but his tone softens as he continues. "I wanted to make sure you ate something today, so I got takeout from a restaurant on my list."

You stare at the plastic bag of takeout he holds. He can see the gears turning. The hesitation as you realize the amount of food he's gotten. "Zayne, I-I can't possibly eat that much."

"I ordered some for myself. I haven't had a chance to eat dinner yet." He nods his head slightly toward the door. "May I come in?"

He watches with bated breath as you debate your options. He can see the way your eyes flicker from the bag to him, like you're weighing the pros and cons. You get food, but you have to let him in. From the faint growl of your stomach, it would seem that the choice is made for you.

You slowly open the door.

The apartment is dark, which isn't surprising. Still, Zayne navigates it with no issues. He toes off his shoes and replaces them with the guest house slippers with familiarity. You trail behind as he heads for the kitchen. He adjusts the lights to be set to a dim glow, allowing for enough light that he can see what he's doing without being too harsh on your eyes. Though, now that he can see, he can see the heavy bags under your red-raw eyes.

"Did I wake you?" He keeps his voice purposefully low.

You stand by the doorway, arms crossed, as you watch him bustle about. He retrieves two plates from the cabinet and divides the containers from the bag into what's his and what's yours. As he does so, he removes the lid from one of the containers and slides it over to you. The warm aroma of soup fills the room.

You shake your head. He watches from the corner of his eye as you sidle over, slippers scraping quietly against the tile floor. When you pick up the cup of soup, it feels like a brick has been removed from the wall.

He transfers food to the plates. A healthy serving, to be sure. He tries to keep the amounts relatively similar, but it's clear he's added slightly more to your plate than his own. Once they're ready, he sets your plate in front of your seat - designated as such from the times he's come over in the past - and his plate in front of his seat. Before he sits, he reaches up into the cabinets once again to retrieve some glasses.

Arms wrap around him from behind, nearly startling him into dropping the cups. Your head rests against his back. Your hands hold onto each other, as though resting them against him would be the thing to make him pull away.

"Thank you..." you mumble, only just loud enough for him to make out.

He moves like he's trying not to startle a wild animal as he lowers two glasses to the countertop. He sets a hand on your arm, to keep you from letting go, as he turns in your embrace. His arms wrap themselves over your shoulders, around your back, hands flat against you to draw you into his chest. Your hold tightens around him. Your hands fist his work shirt. Your head is tucked securely under his chin.

He says nothing of the way you shudder as your breath catches in your lungs. Nor does he say anything as he feels a wet spot form in his collar.

Instead, he rubs your back in soothing motions. "Please tell me the next time you're hurting," he pleas in a whisper. "Don't shut me out."

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I'm gonna put my little end note here that I had on AO3 cuz I still feel like gloating:

"I feel the need to gloat about the title because it goes both ways!!! Zayne needs your intrusion on his life because otherwise he'd be no better than Dawnbreaker, but you also need his intrusion on your life to help you through whatever's bringing you down!!! Very proud of this"

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[confidential-couture]

Unboxing the 2023 Goyard Goyardine De Trunk | Get Up to 20% Off This Diwali! 🎉 Sale Ends Nov 1st Get ready to unbox pure luxury with us as we reveal the stunning 2023 Goyard Goyardine De Trunk! This exclusive and timeless piece combines Goyard's impeccable craftsmanship with the iconic Goyardine canvas, making it an absolute must-have for designer bag enthusiasts. Join us as we explore every intricate detail of this collector's item, from its unique design to the artistry that sets Goyard apart. ✨ Diwali Special Sale! This festive season, treat yourself or a loved one to the luxury piece you've been dreaming of! Confidential Couture is offering up to 20% off on select preloved luxury bags and accessories for our Diwali Sale. It's the perfect opportunity to indulge in designer treasures, whether you're looking for Goyard, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, or more iconic brands.

🎉 Sale Ends November 1st Hurry! Our Diwali sale ends on November 1st. Make sure to explore our collection to find the perfect bag that suits your style and occasion. Don’t miss out on these amazing deals and the chance to own a piece of luxury at a fantastic price. Why Choose Preloved Luxury? Buying preloved allows you to enjoy high-quality, authentic designer items at a fraction of the price while also supporting sustainable fashion. At Confidential Couture, we ensure every piece is authenticated and of the best quality, so you can shop with confidence. 👉 Shop Now: https://confidentialcouture.com/ 🌟 Follow us for more luxury unboxings, styling tips, and exclusive offers! Subscribe for more exclusive content, and let us know in the comments which luxury item you'd love to see next!

[retagresellingluxury]

Environmental Impact of Fast Fashion vs. Pre-Loved Fashion

[guided-by-the-skies]

Black Moon Lilith IN GUYS

Why this post on black moon lilith in guys? Black moon lilith is often described as the inner 'bad b*tch' but how does this translate to male energy? The info on this point in the sky is often female centric and therefore it's role in male charts is overlooked. These are a mixed bag designed to help you get more in touch with it in this context, either in your own chart or that of someone you know. Works for LGBTQ 🍀!

BML is also very related to the 12th house. If stuck on a chart, it helps to correlate the two.

House placements:

🫁 1st house tend to be all bravado and no follow through. These guys make cultivate an air of mystery or being a Mr Darcy/Lord Byron character but often they are full of 💩. Sorry guys!

🫁 2nd house BML can struggle to maintain their identity and instead become the persona they use around people, often different personas for different people.

🫁 3rd house - tend to be snarky and have a dark sense of humour. May pick an argument with people for fun. Can be cruel if immature or some of the best people if mature.

🫁 4th house - way, way more sensitive than they let on. May also be more likely to hide views that aren't socially accepted.

🫁 5th house - have unexpected things they like in a partner. Intimacy may have hidden meanings or ulterior motives, not always bad but something he hides from himself e.g. loneliness.

🫁 6th house - Can become a hypochondriac, fears loss of self or others. Can also indulge in dangerous or reckless behaviours such as speeding, binge drinking and so on.

🫁 7th house - May go through mutiple divorces, marry younger than average, shotgun wedding, or marry wirh an age gap (legal). May hold grudges also, maintain relationships from childhood, and has a tendency to serve revenge cold.

🫁 8th house - Tend to be richer than they let on. Shadow side may involve spending habits e.g. having a compulsion or they may have been in a military role or other role that comes in contact with danger.

🫁 9th - most likely to be emotionally and intellectually manipulative to you. Tend to justify their manipulation through 'logic' or pre existing theories.

🫁 10th - most likely to get involved in social power play, whether office politics or something worse. Shadow side can manifest as a wolf of wall street type persona, corrupt, corporate etc.

🫁 11th Most likely to have weird aquaintences or be involved in secret societies, have an odd circle of friends or friends with dubious connections.

🫁 12th house - May either experience their shadow through dreams or the arts or may manifest as mental illness in their waking life. Most likely to struggle in day to day life.

[fashionbooksmilano]

Judith Leiber The artful Handbags

Text by Enid Nemy

Principal Photography by John Bigelow Taylor

Harry N.Abrams Inc.Publishers, New York 1995, 192 phot.in full color, 160 pages, 23x26,5cm, ISBN 08109-3571-6

euro 45,00

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Renowned as the worlds foremost contemporary designer of fine handbags, Judith Leiber brings together the realms of art and fashion in her astonishing creations. Coveted by many, collected by celebrities and socialites, affordable by only a few, Judith Leiber bags are a wearable art form, appearing in the permanent collections of some of America" trop museums and galleries.The first book on the creations of this talented designer, "Judith Leiber: The Artful Handbag" tells the personal story of the "Bag Lady from Budapest'. In a lively, anecdotal text, Enid Nemy, features writer for the "New York Times, " traces Leiber's life from her roots in Pre-World War II Hungary, where she was the first woman accepted into the Handbag Guild, to her arrival in the United States and the eventual opening of her own business in 1963. Some 192 full colour photographs, taken especially for this book, reveal the very best of her designs in all their exquisite detail.

16/01/25

[miralyk]

2024 interest check results for both assassin's creed and tron merch...!

WOW, thank you for the unexpectedly huge turnout for charms in both franchises! the interest check's now finished and these are the resulting characters i'm working on based on the requests.

due to the huge list of characters, a total of 34 new designs, being way more than anticipated (especially for assassin's creed) along with the conflict of ac fans wanting 2 weeks vs tron fans wanting 4 weeks for a pre-order period, i'll take an extra week (thus making the pre-order period an "inbetween" of 3 weeks) to finish all the tron shaker charm designs and making better refined preview sketches for the ac charms!

for comparison, the "refined sketch preview" i can finish for 22 fullbody charms will look like the left but colored, you can easily picture how it'll look like when complete in the right 🫡 again, thank you so much for your overwhelming support, and i appreciate the patience and kindness to work things out with the huge output!

answers for questions i got in the interest checks below:

international shipping will be possible for the charms and assassin's creed stickers!! if you're only purchasing stickers though, a flat rate letter will be untracked due to how forever global stamps work, so please keep in touch to inform me of updates if you're not purchasing any charms that'll give you a tracked postage label.

i'll purchase extra stock more than the pre-ordered amounts in anticipation of B-grade manufacturing, selling charms for local marketplace if i choose to table one day, giveaways, etc, but only a modestly small quantity!!

i'll consider doing custom oc charm commissions for fullbody chibis and/or shakeable tamagotchi charms! it depends on if there's enough interest to fulfill vograce fees though, due to how expensive shipping can be across the globe from china (where vograce operates) to america (where i live).

you can purchase multiple charms at once!

due to the VERY large amount of characters for two huge franchises i'm ordering, i'll see if i can split the ac chibi charms and tron shakeable + candy bag charms to be their own separate orders. in the past though, with orders of huge quantities, production can take many weeks and then more weeks through overseas shipping; i'll be sure to regularly post updates on tumblr then to be transparent about the production process!

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon Prompt #17

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Rating: Teen

Prompt: Prompted by @zehei. Omega!Dabi who doesn’t know he’s an omega

Contents: ABO, Alpha!Shigaraki, Omega!Dabi, Pre-heat. 

Dabi is so focused on looking at the blueprints of the summer camp, his mind reeling from the fact that he’s going up against his brother so soon, that he barely hears Shigaraki when he says, 

“Dabi will be the squad leader for this job, unless he’s not around. Then Compress will take point.” 

It takes him almost a minute before he looks up, frowning, “Why the fuck wouldn’t I be around?” He can barely be pleased that he is being put in charge after their rocky start, because now he’s wondering if he’s going to be murdered in the next few weeks. 

Shigaraki hesitates for a second. “This job is in two months.” 

“Yeah?”

“You’ve already been here for one.” He says it slowly like Dabi is a child who can’t do basic math. 

“Yeah, what? Do I have a three month lease that I don’t know about?” His own tone starting to turn irritated. 

Duster looks almost… embarrassed, but he takes a breath and then says, as bluntly as anything else, “Your heat should hit around then.”

“What?” 

“Dabi–” 

“What the fuck are you talking about, Shigaraki? I’m not an omega.” 

The entire room is dead silent for a long minute. 

“...Yes you are.” Shig says slowly. “And that’s fine, your designation doesn’t change my opinion of your ability to lead.” 

“Very progressive, incredibly stupid though because I’m not an omega. I’m a beta.” 

“No you’re not.” Shigaraki is looking at him like he’s grown another head, and none of the others seem to want to step in. “You’re an omega. Dabi, I’m an alpha, I can smell it on you.” 

Yeah, no big surprise that Shigaraki is an alpha. He wears scent patches all the time because it’s just a safer thing to do as a villain who might not want to be tracked down– Compress wears them constantly too– but he always has just had the vibes of an alpha. 

“Hate to tell you this, boss, but I think all of the energy drinks and Dorito fumes have killed your nose because my scent glands don’t even work anymore.” Except for the ones on his thighs, all of the others are so covered in scar tissue that he never smells like anything, and he knows that Shigaraki’s head has absolutely not been between his thighs and trying to find his natural scent through the smell of his quirk. “I’m a beta, and unless we’re about to have another go without your keeper breaking us up, I’ll still be here for the summer camp job– though if we do, I guess you won’t be.” 

Shigaraki opens his mouth, looking for a second like he wants to argue, but then he closes it, his nails scratching at the patch over his neck and shifts conversation back to the briefing. 

///

Dabi thinks that the questions about his designation are done after that, and he goes right back to what he was doing. He’s just not expecting Shigaraki to change so completely afterward. Typically, and he’s not sure if this is at AFO’s behest or not, Duster only comes and sees them when he has work to do. He doesn’t just hang out in the bar with the rest of them shooting the shit. He doesn’t sit on one of Toga’s beanbag chairs in her room as she talks for hours about whatever she’s into this week because she’s fifteen and they have to give her enrichment and socialization or it could fuck up her development more than it already is as her designation is still coming into being. He doesn’t socialize, he leads. But after that meeting, Shigaraki starts to seek him out more.

“Here,” Dabi blinks as he looks up from the crate he’s been using as a desk. He’d left his door open because they don’t have air conditioning in the upper floor of the bar, and the crossbreeze from his window was the only thing keeping him from getting heat stroke inside on a temperate day because of his quirk and inability to properly regulate his. Shig has brought him a small bag of takeout containers and he finds an empty spot to set them. 

“Uh, thanks. Did someone order?” 

“No, I had a meeting out of the building, and you’ve been working hard on this job. I just thought it would be a nice way to show you how much I appreciate it.” 

“O…kay, thanks.” It’s so out of left field that Dabi doesn’t really know what else to say, but Duster doesn’t make him, leaving to let him eat instead. 

///

Shigaraki bringing him food becomes such a standard thing over the next two weeks that he kind of starts to get used to it, that he perks up when he hears him coming towards his room after a long day of working, or when he sees him waiting in the bar when he comes back from trying to recruit people. It’s kind of been nice. And one day, when he knows that Duster is going to be back obscenely late because of a meeting he’s supposed to be having with his teacher, Dabi decides to return the favor. 

It’s been a while since he cooked for anyone, but by the time the mapo tofu is finished, plated, and has a little sticky note on the bowl to tell Shig it’s for him, Dabi feels strangely content for the first time in… fuck, years maybe. 

So he starts doing it whenever he knows Duster is going to be out of the building until late at night. 

///

About a week later, Shigaraki comes to his door again, knocking against the frame because it’s open again because Dabi is too hot again despite trying to give himself hypothermia in the shower for an hour. 

“Hey,” 

“What’s up?” He’s about to flop into bed, and turns to find Shigaraki holding a folded bundle of fabric. 

“Got you something to help with the heat.” He says, lifting a neatly folded bundle of fabric as he crosses the room to hand it off. “It’s a cooling blanket, it’s supposed to help pull the heat from your body.” 

“Oh, thanks. Guess this means we’re not getting air conditioning here anytime soon?” Dabi takes the bundle, and immediately notes the strange texture on one side that reminds him of a bathing suit, the other a thin cotton. But the blanket is cool to the touch, and he’s willing to try anything at this point. 

“No, but after the summer camp job we’ll be moving bases and things will be better there.” 

Dabi opens up the blanket to spread it out over his bed, and gets an overwhelming scent that he can’t place. It’s almost more of a feeling than a smell as it hits his nose. Something warm, comforting, and cozy, like drinking a hot chai latte on a cool rainy day. He barely resists the urge to pick it up and shove his nose into it. 

“I washed it, after unpacking it– it reeked like packaging. But when you wash it next make sure that you don’t put it in the dryer. The clothes line is off of the fire escape attached to my room if you want me to hang it up for you.” 

“Okay, thanks, Shig.” 

He’s glad that the other man goes after that, and is even happier that the blanket works phenomenally well, because as soon as he’s gone, Dabi shuts his door so he can curl up with the fabric close, practically purring from how nice it smells and feels.

///

It’s been a couple more days before Twice comes in and shows his skills as a handyman as he puts in brand new locks on his and Toga’s doors.

“Why?” 

“Apparently,” Shigaraki says with no small amount of derision, “Mustard tried to sneak into her room to take some of her things. She caught and dealt with him, but I don’t want that happening again. This is your space, and you two should feel safe in it.” 

Which, huh, okay. That’s nice too. Shigaraki is a lot different than he thought he was at the start. He’s really not so bad now, and Dabi is starting to think he might be the only alpha he’s ever met who actually lives up to the standards that they pretend to preach. 

He likes that he has a lock on his door that night so he can strip down to his boxers and curl up in that good-smelling blanket as he goes to sleep. 

///

It’s only two days after that, that they’re having a check-in about the job, Shigaraki sitting on another crate that they dragged into his room since Dabi decided buying furniture wasn’t worth it since they’ll be out of here in a month. It’s pretty late, and he’s already yawning, and whatever caffeine was in Shig’s system must be wearing off, because he doesn’t seem irritated with the work they’re doing, but he’s scratching at his neck almost constantly as the scent patch over his gland must start to flake against his skin from being worn all day. 

“It looks like you’re on the right track,” Shig finally says after another ten minutes, and Dabi is almost disappointed, he was pretty certain that he was going to get to see him claw through his own skin with how annoyed he is from the patch. “I think we can pick this up tomorrow.” 

“Sounds good.” Dabi stretches as Shigaraki starts to move towards the door, finally giving up on the scent patch and pulling it away from his skin, and dusting it. 

The pain that goes through Dabi’s pelvis seems to hit him faster than the alpha’s scent can as it fills his nose. He has been in a lot of different kinds of pain in his life, but he’s never felt himself double over so suddenly with abdominal cramps as a wetness starts to spread across his skin. For a second Dabi thinks that he must be bleeding, that something must have just fucking exploded inside of him and that he’s going to die far too soon, but he doesn’t smell blood. No, he smells that chai and rain smell of his blanket only so much stronger, and an overwhelming, dizzying aroma of burnt sugar. A too-sweet smell that can’t be candy, that has to be slick. 

Dabi whines as he feels more of that fluid leak out of him, the pain becoming less intense as a heat starts to build under his skin that has nothing to do with his quirk. 

When Shigaraki moves back over to him, carefully cupping his cheeks in his hands and making him look up, his scent concerned and comforting all at once, he can’t help the soft whimper he lets out as his arousal builds even higher. Alpha, his alpha, bringing him food, blankets, making sure he’s safe, comforting him when he’s hurting–

“You’re a fucking bastard,” Dabi hisses, glad that he’s not sobbing as glands he didn’t even know he had are waking up and making him leak. 

“You’re an omega.” He reiterates smugly. “And you’ll be able to go on the summer camp job now.” 

“I hate you.” 

“I know. I have some more blankets for your nest and heat supplies in my room. I’m going to go get them, when I come back, I can help get you settled and go, and you can lock your door so no one else can bother you. Or I can stay and help take care of you through your first heat.” 

Dabi wants to be stubborn about this. He didn’t even know that he was an omega, he really doesn’t want to end up pregnant after being fucked by his boss. But he’s… never had sex. Never had time, never really wanted to because, he’s now realizing, his omega body was in such survival mode that his libido was completely destroyed. But the thought of getting to try it now, with the alpha who made sure that he was getting better, who will be able to give him a knot that will hopefully make the pain inside of him ebb, is very, very appealing. 

“Go get whatever you bought. I’ll decide if I’m kicking you out and kicking your ass once my heat is over by the time you get back.” 

“Okay, firefly.” Shig doesn’t argue, he just looks a little amused, and he lets go of him and turns to leave. 

He’s only gone for a couple of minutes, returning with a large shipping box that is saturated in his smell, and as soon as he sees the roll of condoms on top, Dabi stops giving a fuck about anything else. He wants a nest, a knot, and his alpha doting on him throughout his heat. He can kick his ass for being a smug bastard about it when it’s over. 

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