#when in their usual form theyre the prettiest little thing

[bhaalsdeepbat]

Keep thinking about the .00001% chance my Durge has a kid, and how impossible the circumstances would have to be, but also how both posh and feral a child raised by Durge and Astarion would be 😭

Like this baby is so good at using their baby charms to get everything they want but sometimes it's ridiculous shit like. You have this super spoiled child who is kind of a brat sometimes, but secretly a huge softy and is actually VERY well behaved for their parents & extended family...for the most part.

Sometimes a feral streak will hit them and they'll get the combination Dhampir/Bhaalspawn Zoomies. They're running around yelling about paving a path in corpses, Astarion is moving at top Vamp speed to keep up, Storm Sorc Durge flying over every which way trying to prevent shit from breaking/falling. But this is still just a child so at a certain point they overdo it and Astarion & Durge just fucking find them passed out with some squirrels they drained then slaughtered.

But also imagine the hunger this poor child would experience. Like they're the creation of two people with nearly uncontrollable appetites. The "Pets or food?" Dichotomy to an extreme. Living beings are literally their life source and their offering to the God whispering violence in their ear day in & day out. Cus you know Bhaal would be giving that little Bhaalspawn Special Attention. Cus he's petty af.

Like it would be so tragic, but could be such a good "resisting hunger & urges" story to explore esp with having to live their lives with both bc Dhampir Bhaalspawn baby wouldn't have Withers to take Bhaal's blood from them

[kobunnie]

giving them flowers

ft. nishinoya + akaashi + oikawa

⤻ summary ; boys deserve flowers too

⤻ word count ; 1.4k

⤻ genre ; fluff

⤻ cw ; none

⤻ pronouns ; none mentioned

ও NISHINOYA YUU

bursts into tears

is so unbelievably happy and he just falls for you all over again

would totally try to keep the flowers alive for as long as possible

probably takes a picture and prints it out so that he can frame it and keep it for forever

and most of all,

he tells everyone

the volleyball club, his opponents, absolutely EVERYONE

nobody is safe from him going on and on about how his s/o was so cute and bought him flowers

even shows it off to his grandpa—

will always bring it up and how much he loves you for it

is honestly so cute about it that you just end up buying him flowers more often because you can

“yuu~” you sung, as you hid the bouquet of flowers behind your back.

nishinoya turned around, and immediately a smile formed on his face “Y/N!”

“i have something for you,” you said

nishinoyas smile grew even wider as he did that cute little pose he always does—eyes sparkling and hands formed in fists. “what is it?!”

“here!” you would thrust the flowers out from behind your back and nishinoya would go silent for a second, registering what was happening

once it finally clicked the tears would start streaming down his face as he went on and on about how he had the best significant other ever and how he loved you so much

would take the flowers and your hand and run home, literally dragging you along. hed arrive home and would place them in the prettiest vase he owned and then snap a few photos for memories

a photo of just the flowers, a photo of just you, a photo of you and the flowers, and a photo of the both of you with the flowers

promises himself and makes a mental reminder to get the photos printed soon so he can hang them up

the next day hed be at practice and suga would probably notice how happy and giddy nishinoya is

“noya, youre even more energetic and happy than usual, whats up?”

“well, y/n got me flowers yesterday! and theyre beautiful—y/n and the flowers—and i love the both of them.”

suga would nod and smile “thats nice—“

“and i took these pictures, come look! im gonna print them after school” and he goes on and on and on and on, talking off the ears of the whole karasuno boys team

and once they step on the court? well, hed start telling the opponents the same thing—showing them the photos and everything

ও AKAASHI KEIJI

at first is confused as to why you have flowers

insecurity would slowly grow in his stomach at the thought that maybe some other person gave you the flowers

but when you nervously stand in front of him and hold the flowers out, avoiding eye contact,

he almost loses it right then and there

literally his face would flush and his heart would hammer in his chest that hed swear you could hear it

would take the flowers and be so adorable with them

would also say something really cute and sentimental and youd start crying

because WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE LIKE THAT? SUCH A HEART WRENCHER?

hed keep them alive for longer than you wouldve ever thought possible

and would always just remember the memory of you giving him the flowers when he feels down

definitely also gets you flowers in return and its honestly just a really cute exchange

akaashi watched as you walked towards him, a flower bouquet in hand

he didnt know where you couldve possibly gotten the flowers, but he didnt like to admit that he was a little bit nervous. what if youd gotten them from another person? should he get you flowers as well?

and when you stopped in front of him his heart would be racing because youre beautiful holding flowers and because hes nervous as to why exactly youre holding flowers

but once you extend your arms, smile at him and say, “keiji, i bought you flowers because i love you”

well, akaashi would simply die right then and there

rip akaashi keiji </3

hed literally be blushing so hard as hed take the flowers from you and would have the tiniest most adorable smile on his face that the both of you are just melting

youre melting because hes so cute

and hes melting because you just gave him a bouquet of flowers and he loves it

“y/n, i absolutely love these, thank you”

“really?”

“of course! ive never been given a bouquet of flowers before . . . and getting flowers from the person i love is even better. i love you, y/n”

and then here come your tears and youre crying and akaashi is just like “IM SO SORRY”

but youre reassuring him its fine because why wouldnt it be

and in return, the next day he gets you flowers and then you also die

rip y/n </3

ও OIKAWA TOORU

honestly, he probably stalks you on a daily

so if you bought the flowers and wait to give it to him till he like comes over to your house later

then hed see you walking with them

okay to clarify he saw you by complete chance okay—was going to buy you flowers too

and he at first thinks that theyre from another person and smirks to himself

because he knows that if theyre from another person youd head straight for the trash

but when you dont go straight for the trash he gets confused and is like ???

so now is when he actually follows you around

trying to avoid his fangirls in case they give him away

would see you go home and would follow you up as you take the flowers into your apartment and by then oikawas just . . .

extremely confused

as to why you hadnt thrown the flowers away yet

of course, he wouldnt think youd actually cheat on him or anything because who could on oikawa

but he is having conflicting thoughts

so like ten minutes after you went into your apartment he knocks and you answer

and he like gives very quick kisses and hi’s and enters your apartment only to find that he cant find the flowers

and youre both confused at this point

till you tell him to hold on and that you have something for him

and you go into your room and hand him the flowers

and suddenly everything makes sense probably also sheds a single tear

oikawa crossed the street, trying to looks as inconspicuous as possible

he followed you as you walked towards your house, holding the bouqet of flowers close to your heart

he wondered where you coulve possibly gotten them from. it wasnt from him, and you werent the type of person to buy flowers for yourself just to keep (it was too much of a hassle). so his thoughts drifted to the possibility of a third party. but with that thought, he becomes confused. youd been given flowers by others before and had always just thrown them away the second you had the chance. this was an unusual occurrence

once you reached your apartment, oikawa stopped. maybe youd thrown the flowers away inside?

he wasnt supposed to meet you until later that night, but he could surprise you and investigate. he wasnt really worried about the idea of an affair or anything, but he was confused and wanted answers

he knocked and you answered, your face rising in surprise. “hey, tooru, whatre you doing here?”

“came early.” oikawa chirped, “just couldnt wait to see you!”

you frowned slightly and opened your door wide for him. “uhm, okay. come on in, then.” it was weird seeing oikawa act the way he was

as soon as he was let in, oikawa glanced around for the flowers but found nothing. he was feeling reassured, thinking youd finally thrown them away

“oh, i have something for you” you would head to your bedroom and quickly grab the flowers, hiding them behind your back

oikawa watched as you smiled and held the flowers out. “these are for you, tooru”

and cue the single tear

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Meeting Roman Godfrey

Chapter 2

Warning: cursing.

Author notes: establishing these two dynamic. The calm before the storm if you will. Lol.

“I can honestly say that I’m jealous.” Roman mumbled as he stared in wonder at myr Uncles’ home. Walking around touching the original furnishings, and admiring the extensive art collection that was everywhere you looked, in some form or another.

My uncles home had been designed by famous architect frank lloyd wright and was dramatically built on top of a waterfall, giving it the suitable name of “Falling Water”. It was as famous for its genius design, as it was for being owned by a reclusive antisocial billionaire that didn’t allow journalists, photographers, architects or anyone for that matter near the home, let alone photograph it.

I think, the waterfall is annoying,the kitchen impractical,pretty much had no storage space, was constantly in need of some major renovation or repair, and was as close to living in a fish bowl you could get. I’d never admit any of those things out loud, because it truly was beautiful, but deep down I hated living in the famous home.

“I’m just shocked you drove all the way out here. I figured for sure you’d see how far it was and be like pass.” I said trying to draw some attention from the home.

“He recognized the address.” I spun around to find my Uncle standing by one of the homes many staircases.”hello Godfrey. I bet you’re beside yourself to finally have a look inside.”

“Absolutely, sir. It’s an absolute honor to be in your home.” Roman said politely.

I looked at him incredulously. He was known for being a pain in the ass and a brat, but maybe he was just smart and chose his battles. My uncle was as famous for being an asshole as he was for being a genius, but it seemed as though they knew eachother. “So I guess you two know eachother?” i asked. 

“Since i can remember. your Uncle loves to tell me to go fuck myself on the regular. Well not since I tried to buy this house right before....” Romn trailed off as he seemed to get lost in some distant memory...

“What happened to your cousin Letha?” My uncle asked. Strange for him to even ask personal questions, let alone remember names (even if it was my name too)

“Uncle! It might be polite to ask him how he is first...” I huffed.

“I dont care about his emotional state. I care about how a perfectly strong healthy girl died so suddenly and then it just went away.” he analyzed Romans reaction, but there was none. my Uncle liked to test people.

“brain or blood vessel burst in child labor. I was there. So much blood... then she was gone.

“Uncle!!! Are you seriously...”

“No need to defend me Letha.” Roman interjected with a pleasant smile, “your Uncle is one of my favorite people.”

“Did I ever tell you how not just one, but two women ended up with your terrible name?” he asked me with one of his mischevious smiles. “in Greek it translates to forgetful, and considering you’re not forgetful in the least its ironic. Marie and your mother both hated Olivia, and bonded over that mutual hate. Marie was so taken by your others charms, she named Letha after you the following day.”

I looked over to Roman and he was staring into me. i glanced away to my Uncle, who was watching Roman wth a strange smile on his face. He was acting kind of strange, even for him. I’d better get Roman out of here before he hates me. 

“. Come on out here with me and we can chat you two. Letha grab me a ginger ale and get Roman a water since he’s driving.” my Uncle ordered.

I agreed and hurried to the kitchen and watched in curiosity as the two notoriously difficult business tycoons seemed to be enjoying one another  out on the terrace.

I hadn’t planned on inviting Roman in, but he had been so obviously enamored by the famous home, that i couldn’t refuse when he’d politely asked to see it. Normally a guy asking to see inside was a question with shady intentions, but the pure wonder on his face had proven otherwise.

Now i didn’t even know what to think about my Uncle being his version of kind to Roman. Uncle hated visitors. I wasn’t totally sure how much he liked me even. I felt like I was in some alternate reality 

I grabbed the drinks, put them on this fancy tray and carried them out to the terrace. It was just nearly dusk and this was one of the prettiest times to see the house, when it was all lit up like a lone lantern in the thick forest with the dramatic waterfalls, and otherworldly feel. 

It was kind of silly that the house was the view, instead of the house having a view. And ironically, the house was so hidden away on 1700 acres up a long winding road, behind a massive gate, with full time security, that nobody really ever got to view it.. Uncle has grown tired of people just showing up or seeing flashes in the woods, so he hired this crazy security company to keep everyone out and monitor all the borders. Hardly anyone ever made it thru now. It was private, but extremely isolated and lonely.

“I’m surprised you’d take interest in Letha.” My uncle said, eyes narrowing obviously oblivious I was right behind them. I held my breath and didn’t move a muscle. I wanted to hear this.

“Why? She’s a beautiful girl.” Roman chuckled.

My heart warmed and stomach fluttered a bit. OH HELL NO Letha. Keep that shit in check.Hes gorgeous, and tall, and sexy, and charmng, and smelled nice, and could hold his own with your uncle, but hes also famous for bedding every woman in his path.... 

“Frankly her breasts are too big for my taste, they seem like a handicap more than an asset, but that’s trivial and shallow. She’s too smart and she doesn’t listen for shit.”

“I had noticed that actually...” Roman said thoughtfully.

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

I cleared my throat, so I didnt hear anything else wrong with me. “Drinks guys.”

Roman hopped up to help me but I signaled him to sit, as I served them their beverages. I could feel his eyes on me, but was careful not to look at him and notice.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” My uncle said. I was gonna punch him in the face, hes such an ass! god I love him.

I burst out laughing and looked at Roman who was 3 shades redder and forcing an uncomfortable smile.He isnt that cool, he does get embarrassed, thats better.

My Uncle started to laugh but winced. “Ouch. Shit. Fucking neck.” He cursed as he was reminded laughing wasn’t allowed yet. He hardly ever did laugh so it wasn’t really an issue normally.

“You’re my favorite person in the world Uncle.” I meant it too. He’s always been there for me, and when I heard he’d hurt himself and may need my help, I dropped everything, hopped in my car and drove the nearly 3000 miles to his house.

It’d taken nearly a whole day to get permission to pass the guards. They were new and usually my uncle came to see me. I’d only been to this house one time when I had graduated high school more than a few years ago. With me going to University, my uncle no longer had to live in the city, so he came here.. Something about the house and town was unsettling to me.

“Well considering the competition, it’s not much of a compliment.” My uncle said dryly. “One day you two should compare notes and see which one of your mothers is the more despicable creature.”

“Is it ok if I take Roman on a little nature walk so he can see the house in all its glory?”

“Go ahead. I’m gonna go to sleep shortly but no hanky panky you two.” He said with a mischievous grin.

Now it was my turn to be red. I turned to Roman and he was already up by my side. I took his hand and walked to the floating stairs that led to the ground floor. I was sure to walk slowly so he could take in all the house had to offer.

“Beautiful.” Roman said under his breath.

“Oh my gosh I know! Can you believe they built this out in the middle of nowhere in 1935? Can you imagine? And it hasn’t been cheap or easy keeping it perfect like this. A few years ago they had to rip half the house apart and reinforce it because the terraces were sagging. Uncle spent like 11 million dollars that time on engineers and architects and materials. He was not letting it go, and I don’t even think the whole house is worth that, but when he likes something, not hell nor high water can change his mind.”

“I wasn’t talking about the house, although good to know.” He smiled at me almost shyly.

“Are you trying to be adorable? You aren’t shy, and yet you’re acting almost sweet.”

“You’re so weird. You just spit out whatever you’re thinking don’t you?” Roman challenged me. Super cocky confident Roman returning.

“Omg you’re a peacock. Look at you preening about, puffing up your chest.”

“A peacock? Really? What does that make you?”

I had to think about that for a moment.”I’d have to go with a honey badger I think.” I said.

Roman choked on his water. I pat him on the back, giving him a moment to catch his breath. “Why is that such a shock?”

“No reason.” He tried to look innocent but I could see thru his shit. “Why did you choose it?”

“Well I’m resourceful, fearless, I don’t listen, I prefer my own company, no one can keep me contained, and snakes don’t intimidate me.”

“Ya?” Roman got very close to me and wrapped his arms around me looking down through long lashes. He oozed sex appeal and I could see how all the girls fell all over him.

I reached up and booped his nose. “Boop.” I giggled hysterically at his facial expression.

“What was that?” He asked confusedly.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. No one has ever booped you in the nose? That’s crazy! You have the best looking nose I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve never gotten that one.”

“Well that’s cuz most women are probably trying to be sexy and mysterious with you. theyre not being themselves. Boop. Ok last one. Sorry. I barely know you, I can’t go booping you all over the place on our first date, you’re a nice Christian boy...” I said sarcastically. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him along the way. “We are almost there and it’s getting dark. We don’t wanna get eaten out here or have to kill something.”

i looked back and Roman was genuinely smiling. I felt warm all over, I looked t our hands intertwined and was puzzled with the feeeling i felt. i looked back at Roman and he was looking at our hands too...

We walked along in happy silence until we reached the rocks across the lake and waterfalls from the house. I was wearing Converse, but his dress shoes were proving to be less than nature friendly. We finally got up the slick stairs cut into the stone to reach the sitting area, after a lot of effort and laughs. They were the worst shoes for this environment ever.

Upon seeing the house, Roman audibly gasped. He took a few steps ahead and I just admired his profile and form. He really was beautiful. I knew he was going to kiss me before the night was thru. I knew better than to trust this boy, and I knew this was really stupid and I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I was completely enthralled and was going to see it through. I didnt half ass anything, and i wasnt going to start with him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Roman said playfully.

My eyes flashed at him trying to tell me what to do. I lowered my head and looked up at him thru my lashes with a sneer.

 “Hey hold on, that’s my trick! We can’t BOTH have intense sexy stares.” he walked over and casually grabbed me around the waist.

“Good thing mine is just evil then.” I said in my best creepy witch voice.

He burst out laughing, eyes shining. It was a genuine laugh. I could tell by the way he instantly tried to control it, that it didn’t happen often.He tried to be so intimidating and serious, but there was a warmth to him, just under the surface.

“You’re a nerd.” He said quietly. 

Oh boy here we go. He’s gonna try this again. My mind was running 1000 miles a minute as I tried to decide whether I was going to let this happen, when all of a sudden it was too late. His lips were on me as he pulled me into a deep embrace. If I was the type to get caught up in a moment, this would be that moment. He smelled amazing, and tasted so sweet. I felt gum in his mouth with my tongue and I snatched it. I pulled away victorious and mock screamed like a roaring crowd, jogging in a circle arms raised.

“You did not just steal my gum.” He beamed at me, chasing me and catching me in his arms before slipping and pulling me down on top of him, wincing at the impact. 

i hovered over him laughing hysterically. “grace and beauty,” i teased. “ No gum is safe when I’m around.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him to his feet and then back to the stairs. “Time to go on the date I have planned for us.”

His eyebrows shot up and he looked genuinely shocked. “You planned out a date?”

“I did. And I have a feeling, you’re going to love it giiiirrrlll!” We both were giggling like school kids as we made our way back to the house.

I looked up to see my Uncle watching us from his terrace, a worried look on his face. That was kind of odd, but this was Roman Godfrey for chrissake.

I obnoxiously kissed my hand with a big “muah!” And threw it at my uncle who ducked like he was really avoiding getting hit.

“You nearly got me that time.” He yelled down to me.

I laughed and waved goodbye as we walked around the house to Romans Mercedes G wagon.

“Do you know why this suv is so expensive?” I asked him.

“It’s a Mercedes.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Although that’s part of it, these are built by hand and take over 40 hours buy two master craftsman to build. They have all the top-of-the-line materials used as well as three locking differentials. It’s the only one in its class with that so it’s superior for off-road Ing especially with the all wheel drive. Add that with superior safety and brand reliability and you have a very expensive, amazing machine. And since you of course have the AMG, you have to add two more craftsman to its build to hand build its engine that’s a mechanical marvel in itself.”

“You know more about my car than me. “ he laughed.

“It’s no big deal, I just never forget something once I’ve read it.”

“Never? I understand your ironic name now”

“Nope. It’s a blessing and a curse. I get it from my Uncle I guess.”

“That’s impressive.” He said sincerely. “I better never lie to you.”

I looked at him and our eyes locked. We stood there eyes locked on one another, neither of us wanting to be the first to look away. A smile crept across his face and i did an exaggerated silly wink.

“You are full of surprises Ms. Letha... what is your last name? Same as your Uncle?

“Nope. My last name is Dahl although I’d love to change it. Not a fan of my father. 

“Oh? Family drama Letha Dahl?’

“You have no idea.” I winked and got in the passenger side before he could reach the door and open it for me. I watched him walk around to the drivers seat and stop to read a message and reply. He scanned thru his phone and slipped it in his pocket. He climbed in and pushed the button to start the car. I went to the navigation and entered the address of our destination and pressed start.

I looked out the window analyzing my thoughts and emotions with scientific precision, first identifying the particular emotions and then assessing where there root was, before filing them away as solved. This was how I regulated thoughts and feelings, so they never got the best of me but this time there were emotions, I had no name for and there was nothing logical about them. I’d dated and even had boyfriends, but I’d never been this absolutely enamored by a man. i felt .... God, what was it?

Roman Godfrey was way cooler than me, but I was smarter, but for the first time in my life, I wasn��t sure if that was an advantage. I had never let emotion take the wheel, but i almost wanted to. I wanted to be lost in this tragic gorgeous boy.

[cordiibus]

HEADCANON. Akar’s Autism. 

 It’s been a while since I had decided that Akar was on the Autism spectrum. Though I didn’t make a grand, official announcement over it, I thought I shouldn’t have to. Akar’s character isn’t just his Autism, being much more than that I didn’t want it to seem like that is what his whole character’s focus was on. But it is still a vital part of who he is and shouldn’t be hidden away by saying that its not his whole focus. So, I did want to create a more descriptive headcanons over how his Autism is and works for him. Some things will be more towards his human verse while others are for his main ( vampire ) one. However, in all verses he is Autistic. Though this list is not complete, I created some and hopefully as I keep educating myself and learning more will come or changes will be made. If theres anything I’m missing or you feel like I should include or fix please feel free to tell me ! I want to make sure Im writing him the best way I am !  

( Human Verse ) Akar was diagnose with Autism when he was adopted by Daichi, which was around the age of five. There was telling signs that he was autistic, however wasn’t taken care of because of the poor environment of the Foster Care System. 

( Main Verse ) Daichi was able to diagnose him within a few months of meeting him. However, he hadn’t known the name for it since there was no name for it in his own language as well as in the human languages. 

Akar is slow to give responses or will not give a response at all. This is because Akar also has Hyperlexia, which is characterized by child’s precocious ability to read above their age level. However, it also reflects back on his difficulty with verbal languages.

The way he speaks is very slow and often comes out blunt or mean. This is very much not intentional and he wouldn’t understand why someone would react in a way because of something he said. Though he is learning to think before he says, sometimes he cannot catch it because it just blurts out without him realizing it. But his words are not always blunt or mean, he says whatever comes to his mind and often they are very kind and truthful/helpful things.

He has always had an interest in literature and has grown to love writing as well. He is not the best at math what so ever, actually did very bad in his math classes, but he can talk about his favorite books all day if he wanted to. Also will might criticize someone for liking a book that he did not enjoy that much, however that is only with books he very very much did not like.

It’s also easier for him to communicate through using literature and poetry ! He can express himself a little bit better that sort of way. Often he uses black out poetry to express himself. Though makes copy of the pages he wishes to use and not write directly in the book. 

Things he does collect: Different types of teas and books. Doesn’t matter if he like them or not he will collect them regardless.

Akar has a need to always have mental simulation. This brings up his consistent need to count everything (despite his dislike towards math, counting is relatively easier to do for him). He will count the number of books on the shelves, number of people walking in, number of steps he takes to certain locations, etc.  

Stimming is another form to always have mental simulation. One of Akar’s more physical stims is him rubbing his wrist. He will do this quite often and also sometimes does it too roughly causing him to have some marks on his wrist. Sometimes he also rocks on his heels, though that is usually when he is thinking really hard about a certain thing someone said to him. When Akar is happy though his stim is different ! Instead he would flick his fingers.   

Because of the lack of eye contact that Akar usually gives others, he tends to not recognize other people even if he has met them before. He would most likely not realize it is someone he has met before and therefore may not respond at all if they call out to them. He will pick up different patterns though about that person ( whether their hands doing certain things, the way they say a certain word, etc.) and recognize them that way.

Akar does have some sensory issues as well both color brightness, light sensitivity, sounds, and textures (clothing). Color brightness, he doesn’t like “highlighter” colors and tends to dress in more neutral or darken tones and brighter lights tend to make him more distressed and so he prefers darker or dimmed settings. Often he will also wear sunglasses if he goes outside or keep them on inside if the place is too bright. Certain sounds are distressful for him, anything high pitched or loud like screeching brakes or metal music -- as well as the sound of people chewing. The textures of clothing that bother Akar are: velvet and denim. But also fabrics that are more lighter, airy fabrics bother him as well.  

He had trouble reading emotions and picking up small social cues such as sarcasm. He does learn over time though, more small things like when a person shows a smile, it usually means theyre happy. But since people are complex and smile even when theyre sad, it makes it more confusing for Akar. He does learn over time and has picked up patterns in some things, like sarcasm how their voice carries the words differently. But often its still tricky. 

He loves loves loves TIGHT/PRESSURED TOUCHES. Shake his hand firmly and he will be drawn to you more. Of course, this is if he lets you touch him. Akar won’t let any stranger touch him and will jerk away or avoid any sort of touches. However, once you become someone he regularly sees, he will be more open to it -- however any lighter touches would be met with the same reaction. He likes pressure in his touches, nothing light. 

Change is very difficult for him. Akar works within a fixed schedule and only has planned extra minutes for certain “free” time. Often if one schedule is already messed up, then he has a back up one. However, if theres a consistency of this happening then it could cause a meltdown from Akar. As well as change in how things are placed -- and OCD addition to his autism. If someone constantly is moving his plates he will grow more irritated and possibly lash out on the person. 

His meltdowns are very angry meltdowns, however never towards anyone but his own self. He knows when hes going to have one and immediately will run into his room. They’re not the prettiest ways of having them, often shouting or head banging against a specific wall. His meltdowns don’t happen often at all, it its a build of many many overwhelming factors happening at once. 

[jawllines]

AN ALPHA HARRY BLURB WHERE HARRY AND Y/N HATE EACH OTHER AND ARE SO MEAN BUT HARRY SECRETLY LIKE HER AND THEYRE ALONE TOGETHER WHEN HARRY GOES INTO RUT // HARRY ACCIDENTALLY BITES Y/N AND MATES HER

ITS A LITTLE DIFFERENT BUT ALSO KINDA THE SAME I HOPE YOU LIKE IT 

It’s not that Harry hates Y/N, per say, as much as she just irritates the living daylights out of him. She’s loud and rude, she talks too much, she bites back at him when he says something, she complains and whines, and where did she get off smelling like that? Like vanilla and autumn and just so…so fucking good? Above all things, he thinks that must irritate him the most – how sweet she smells and how more often than not it clouds his brain in a never dismissing fog. It doesn’t fuck with him too badly but it is a nuisance, he’d say. 

The feelings are mutual, however, as Y/N isn’t all too fond of him either. That reciprocated distaste is the reasoning they’re able to live in the same dorm. The dormitories at their university were separated into alpha and omega buildings for the omega’s safety and the alpha’s sanity, however, Y/N came in late and her scent was so strong that even in the omega building alphas would be crowding around the doors. This put everyone in a very compromising position, so they moved Y/N into an on-campus apartment, and when that failed to keep the meat headed lechers at bay, they enlisted Harry to live with her. 

How they did this was simple: they had several alphas take a test and the one who was least compatible with the omega was the one who was meant to live in the apartment with her to cover her scent and keep her safe. No omega should not be able to go to a school because of fear for their safety (and if they kicked her out, that would be a lawsuit waiting to happen), so they paired the two, and now they live in the exact opposite of harmony. 

Harry hadn’t really thought much about it in the beginning because he presumed he could live life as normal but now there was just another being in the room beside his. Someone who might smell good and his instincts might call out for but he’s able to quieten them given they are the worst match possible. That he could carry on bringing his friends over, bringing omegas home for him to bed, and continue as he would in any other space. 

He’d been wrong. 

No other alphas were allowed in the home unless Y/N was gone (for obvious reasons) and no omegas would stay because they didn’t believe that Y/N wasn’t his omega. There was always a jealousy lingering if they did stay because her scent was so strong and overpowered their own, and they’d eventually leave in a huff. And he hadn’t known that they would butt heads so often either, but they do constantly. It seems like every other hour they’re in an argument about something. 

But again, most of all, he had no idea that she would smell this fucking good. That’s what ultimately gets under his skin. 

So the fact that they’d just gotten into an argument about zebra cakes that Harry had gotten into (that he apparrantly wasn’t supposed to) was no surprise. The guilt that settled in his gut afterwards surely was though. Harry never felt guilty post-fight with Y/N -- they could cuss each other out and within the next hours not feel any remorse. It was part of the fact they were so uncompatiable. 

Tonight though. . .tonight he could crawl out of his skin with the amount of guilt suffocating him. In the back of his mind something tells him it’s because hisrut is coming, since that would explain why he wants to jump out of his bones, and sweat is caking at the back of his neck. He’s jittery and shaking and knows that it’s probably a bad move to walk up to her room, knocking lightly on the door, and waiting for her to response when his senses are hightened and she smells even better than she ever has before. Knows that in part he’s just torturing himself, but when she opens the door and looks like the prettiest little thing he’s ever seen, he can’t help but be happy with his choice. 

“What do you want?” She grumbles, and Harry blinks a few times, making sure he’s seeing the right thing. If he’s correct, the lights in her room glitter off her watery eyes. She’d been crying and his heart yearns to comfort her, in this moment. He hadn’t known he’d been capable of making her cry -- she was normally such a little firecracker, he didn’t think anything could make her cry. 

“Are you --” his brows pinch, “--you’re crying? Did I make you cry?”

Y/N huffs through her nose, “Shut up, yeah? I’m just a little sensitive as of late because of. . .well, because I don’t know!” She rubs at her eyeswith the drybackof her hand, “S’that all you wanted?To come make fun of me?” 

“No, no,” Harry shakes his head, “I wanted to say sorry --I. . .I felt bad.” 

It’s clicking together now, he thinks, as he stands before her and her eyes go wide at his apology, still hazy with tears.  His rut is making his nose more sensitive and she’s becoming more responsive to him and everything around them. Without them knowing it, they were longing for one another and getting ready for each other, making Harry feel soter and Y/N smell sweeter. 

He supposes Y/N is noticing as well, because she’s sniffing the air and she must smell it too, her mouth falling open some, “Harry, you’re --” she steps forward some, “You’re going into, uh --” 

“Yeah,” he agrees, leaning against the doorframe and screwing his eyes shut, “Yeah, I know -- I. . .I need’a go find someone, but. . .needed to say sorry.” 

It takes everything in him  to even start ripping himself away from the door before he does something silly, but he feels a hand grabbing his wrist, squeezing tightly and a soft, “No,” she murmurs, “No, stay.” 

Harry swallows thickly “If I stay, I won’t be able to --” 

“I know.” 

The next few moments happen in the blink of an eye, with Harry walking her backwards into her room, them falling onto the bed, his hips shoving down into hers and his bulge grinding down. The dress she wears is of a soft fabric that feels good beneath his fingertips and it’s pretty but Harry has trouble not ripping it off. She gasps, the gentle peaks of her nipples showing, and he burrows his face into her neck, licking over the spot that he wants to bite into. “You smell so fucking good.” His voice is low, a near growl as one big hand slides against her stomach towards her hip and squeezes it. 

His other hand rips off her panties in a quick motion and she squeaks, eyes widening, swimming with arousal. He knows afterwardsshe’ll be pissed that he ripped her clothes, but there’s something about the pure carnal desire that overwhelmes an alpha when they’re in bed with an omega that the omega adores.  She’s already leaking so much for him and when he pushes two fingers in to make sure she’s ready for him, they glide in easily. He curves them up to stroke against her walls, finding that bump inside of her that makes her back arch up, “Harry,” her thighs are fighting against him, trying to close, but his body is in the way, “No teasing -- m’ready for you. . .you need to be inside me for your knot or --” 

Harry shudders, working on the button of his trousers quickly. When he shuffles his underwear down his cock slaps up against his stomach, hard, heavy and leaking an almost unreal amount. He tilts it down so that the head is at the entrance, but for both the torture of himself and Y/N he slides it up and down her messy wet slit a few times, nudging at the bulb of her clit with the swollen red head of his prick. It makes his toes curl up, a shudder run through him like a tidal wave, and goosebumps decorate the surface of his skin. 

He slides in easily, feeling her walls give way for his stiff prick and she cries out, her hands sliding around his back and pulling her tightly to him.  “Thank you, thank you,” Harry repeats as he sinks in deep, his cock being wrapped up in a tight, wet, hot hug, “God, thank you.” 

Harry knows he’s not going to last -- his knot is already forming at the base as he rocks in and out of her, his balls heavy with cum slapping at her bottom steadily. Y/N is so responsive to him, whimpering and whining to every skim of his lips or touch of his hands, and Harry is struggling to maintain a level head. His face is still tucked away in the cradle of her neck, and lowly he asks, “Can I bite you?” Without thinking, “Can I -- fucking. . .fuck I --” 

Alphas usually don’t ask, they do, but somewhere in his head he makes out that it’s only right to get her permission. Harry doesn’t know if it’s the fact that Harry is giving her even a glimmer of power in the situation or if it’s because his cock is pressing into her just so good, but she cums then. Nodding her head and tilting so that she exposes her neck to him -- a sign of trust and of submission that throws Harry over the edge. He bares his teeth and bites down hard, breaking the skin and Y/N flinches but makes a low keening sound in her throat. Harry’s knot slips inside of her and they lock together as Harry cums and cums and cums, rocking his hips, fucking his knot inside of her slowly and she tenses up taut as a drum. Shivering from another orgasm gliding through her. 

He goes limp on top of her, breathless and the heat in his belly momentarily sated. Y/N reaches up and cards her fingers through his hair, like she might be encouraging him to rest. In response he places a tender kiss at the skin near his mouth, which happens to be her soft breast. For a moment he contemplates puling her nipple int between his lips and lulling his tongue around, and the thought alone is enough to make another strong shot of cum fill her.  Before he can act on it however, Y/N begins speaking, “I -- I can keep helping you. . .through your rut, that is. I’ll take off some classes until you can get it all out of your system.” 

Harry nods against her, “Yes, yes, that’d be good, thank you. You’re amazing.” 

Y/N giggles at him before they both get quiet again. 

Neither talks about how he’s bitten her and the implications behind the bite, and neither talk about the fact that they’re feeling a whole lot of an emotion that isn’t hate. They just soak up in each other’s company and post-orgasm glow until both are coaxed to sleep by the sound of one another’s heartbeats and the slow careful gusts of their breathing.