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Finding Comfort in Autumn (M) ~Changbin

Pairing: Werewolf!Changbin x Werewolf!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Fluff | Smut | Angst | Slow Burn | Rivals? to Lovers | Roomies to Lovers Warnings: unconventional a/b/o dynamics · mentions of abuse (unrelated to Changbin) · self-loathing · graphic depictions of intercourse (warnings under the cut) · pet names (puppy/pup) Word Count: ~16k | AO3 Summary: Changbin was an alpha. He had always been an alpha, but he had a secret. A secret he had only ever shared with the alpha of his pack, a secret he had kept buried as deep within him as he could, a secret he had decided to ignore, until the presence of that annoying omega coworker of his wouldn’t let him ignore it anymore.

Author’s Note: again, where did all these words come from? anyway, i wanted to explore a different type of a/b/o dynamic, and this is what came out of it, if you’re reading this, hope you enjoy it, and if you did, don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts~ [This story takes place within the It’s Cold Out universe, meaning it’s part of my WereRoomies series].

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Changbin’s WereRoomies Instalments: Finding Comfort in Autumn · Heat · The Love I Always Dreamt Of.

Smut Warnings: oral (F.Rec) · mutual masturbation · protected penetration (piv) [it’s all pretty vanilla, oops]

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Changbin had always known he was an alpha, just as did his parents. He displayed alpha traits since he was very young; he was opinionated, liked to assert dominance among his peers, and got incredibly upset when people touched his toys, so when puberty hit him, and his true scent started to ooze off of him, it was no surprise to anyone that his scent was that of an alpha. His parents were ecstatic as soon as their suspicions were confirmed, immediately gushing on and on about the possibility of their son ever leading a pack.

The moment his alpha status started to be recognised in his teenage years, something had changed in Changbin, and not for the better. He became more aggressive, he’d snap at people over the smallest things, and he’d get himself in physical altercations just out of the pure anger he felt coursing through his veins.

There weren’t that many werewolves in his school, humans obviously didn’t know about their existence, but every werewolf knew of the other, and even though each one tried to keep to themselves or to their own small groups from the same pack, Changbin seeked them. He seeked conflict often, almost as if he was trying to prove something.

If there was another alpha he’d try to fight them, if there were any betas or omegas he’d intimidate them into submission, using his alpha voice or his predator stare. Hell, he would even try to intimidate humans, too. He loved seeing them cower from him, seeing them avert their gaze when he used his predator stare–or at least, he used to think he loved it.

There was always that one person, though. That one person at school that never cowered, that, if anything, stared back at him, defied him. You, a werewolf from a different pack. Changbin could still remember the very first time you stood up to him, he had pushed one of your friends out of the way, rather violently, making them stumble to the ground as he snickered.

You, completely furious, stood right in front of him, pushing on his chest with force. “Stop being a fucking jerk!”

Changbin was stunned for a few seconds, only enough to get a whiff of your scent, a mix of nutmeg and ginger, and, to his absolute shock, the scent of an omega. His stunned expression quickly changed, staring you down as his alpha voice came out even before he could register it. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

He saw the moment his tone reached your ears, the moment your stare faltered just slightly, but you didn’t avert your eyes, nor did you back out. “I said, stop being a fucking jerk. Are your ears not working? Fuck right off, leave us alone”.

Oh, Changbin was seething, how could an omega dare talk back to him? And stare him right in the eyes as they did at that? He couldn’t help but let out an incredulous, sarcastic laugh. “And what’s the puppy gonna do about it, huh?!”

“This puppy’s gonna tear your balls off your body and make you eat them if you continue to torment us like this”.

Before Changbin could retaliate, before he could even attempt to make you submit, a call of your name finally made you look away from him, turning instead to the man calling for you. Your gaze shifted then, finally recoiling and turning your eyes to the floor as the man came to stand next to you, eyeing Changbin up and down. “Is there a problem here?”

Hyunwoo, another alpha werewolf at school, a handful of years older than Changbin, his confident demeanour coupled with his strong scent startled Changbin, but he answered him regardless, gritting his teeth slightly. “Not at all”.

The man looked around them for a second, and then stepped into Changbin’s space, flooding Changbin’s senses with his alpha scent and staring him down. “Thought so”, taking a hold of Changbin’s upper arm, gripping him tightly, he tugged him closer, enough for Hyunwoo to whisper in his ear. “Don’t you fucking dare come close to my omega, understood?”

Changbin gulped the saliva that had collected in his mouth, eyeing you for a second until he nodded, so Hyunwoo finally let go of his arm without saying another word. He turned to you instead, taking your wrist and tugging you away, and Changbin could’ve sworn he heard him muster a ‘you and I are gonna talk once we’re back at the den…’ as you two left.

Back then, that encounter had left Changbin so shaken, so utterly out of his element he kept to himself the rest of the day. Confused by the entire thing, by the omega that stared back at him, and the alpha that managed to shut him up. But his behaviour didn’t particularly change after that, he decided to move on and pretend it never happened at all.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later, that Changbin finally had his wake up call.

“C’mon, this needs to stop. You can’t keep hurting yourself like this, what the fuck’s gotten into you?” Chris had told him one day as they sat at the nurse’s office in their school. Changbin had gotten himself in a fight with a guy from another class, over what exactly Changbin couldn’t even remember. He could only remember his fist hitting the guy’s jaw and the other hitting back, leaving him with a split lip and a bruised eye.

“What’s gotten into me?” Changbin had lounged at Chris back then, too, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform and pulling him close to him. “I’m an alpha, am I not? This is who I fucking am! This is who I’m supposed to be!”

“This is not who you’re supposed to be!” Chris tugged on Changbin’s wrists, effectively getting his hands off of him so he could push on his chest, removing Changbin from his space. “I’m an alpha, too, remember? This has nothing to do with your fucking designation”.

Chris was a couple of years older than Changbin, and even if they were not in the same year at school, they belonged to the same pack, so they had been friends for a long time. Much like it happened with Changbin, no one was surprised when Chris’ alpha designation presented itself once puberty hit him. However, he had reacted completely differently than Changbin had when he found out.

Chris seemed to always be so sure of himself,so sure of his place in the pack. As if he knew exactly who he was and what he wanted to do, which always puzzled Changbin. How could Chris feel that way, when he was struggling so much?

“Then what the fuck am I supposed to do?!” Changbin had snapped that day, but not in the way he had been snapping at people for the past few months. This time, his words came out as a desperate sob, tears quickly welling in his eyes as he brought his fists to press on his eye sockets, shamefully hiding from his friend. “What the hell am I supposed to do, then?”

Changbin could still remember that day vividly. How Chris had tentatively wrapped his arms around him, holding him as he cried. It was the first time he had shown vulnerability, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of how much his face hurt from where he had been hit, or if it was Chris’ general comforting aura that caused it, but he broke down right there in the nurse’s office.

“I don’t know what to do… I don’t know who I am, this all feels so wrong”, Changbin had admitted back then as he sobbed against Chris’ chest.

“We can… We can figure it out together, but stop hurting yourself like this, and stop hurting others too, please…” Chris had pleaded back then, and it wouldn’t be until much later that Changbin would realise how much those words of Chris’ had impacted him.

Changbin and Chris were both of the same designation, the same status, but somehow Changbin always felt as if he wasn’t even close to Chris’ level. This was something he felt whenever he was close to every other alpha he had ever met, he felt as if he wasn’t ‘alpha enough’, a conclusion he had reached after a long time spent doing a lot of introspection, helping him realise that his anger issues in his teenagehood rooted from just that, that struggle he felt within himself, something he was able to work on as he grew up.

By the time Changbin was close to finishing his last year in High School, he had already realised his wrong-doings, how fucked up everything he had done had been, so he spent his last year going to those he had hurt during his lowest time to deeply apologise for his behaviour, all with the support of Chris and Jisung–an omega werewolf they had met after he transferred schools a couple of years prior.

Some people had accepted Changbin’s apology, some even told him they barely even remembered any encounter they had had with him. But then, there was you. You, the omega from a different pack that somehow always managed to press his buttons in all the wrong ways. You, the omega with the nutmeg and ginger scent, masked almost completely by the earthy scent of that one alpha Hyunwoo. You, the only one in his class that continued to defy him time and time again, to get better scores, better ideas for assignments, the only one that tried to be better than him and say it to his face.

Changbin had to apologise to you, too. That was what Chris and Jisung had told him at least. After all, he did try to intimidate you with his predator stare the first time you properly interacted with one another. However, you had gotten on his nerves so many times throughout your school years in different ways completely unrelated to your… Supernatural condition he almost didn’t reach out to you.

‘Don’t do things in halves, dude. You’ve apologised to everyone else, you must apologise to her, too’, was all Chris told him when Changbin voiced how much he just didn’t want to do it. Eventually, though, he figured Chris was right, so he did approach you one day, just as you were shoving books from your locker into your bag.

“What do you want, Seo Changbin?” You slammed your locker closed and then started to walk away from him, making him sigh in annoyance and follow you.

“I want to–God, would you stop walking and look at me?”

You stopped, and looked him right in the eyes. “Why? So you can use your predator stare on me?”

Changbin held your gaze for a few seconds, but then he dropped to look at your nose instead. “I wanted to… To apologise for… For trying to intimidate you all those years ago”.

You were clearly taken aback by the sudden apology, holding your bag a bit tighter. “Okay…?”

“Yeah, so… It was wrong of me to use my status like that, I shouldn’t have and I’m deeply sorry. I’ve learnt my lesson”, Changbin bent at the waist, regarding you with a short bow before he straightened himself again, turning his eyes back up to look at your face.

You were quiet for a moment, just looking at him, your mouth opening and closing a few times until you finally shook your head a bit, clearing your throat. “Apology accepted”.

Oddly enough, Changbin did feel relieved, almost as if the weight of his actions had finally lifted off of his shoulders.

“What I won’t forgive you for is copying my final project’s topic, though”, you added as you continued to walk, which made him scowl.

“I didn’t fucking copy your topic. If anything, you copied me!”

To which you simply scoffed and turned around the corner, finally leaving his sight.

You had accepted his apology back then, but your bickering didn’t stop. If anything, it kept up until the very last day of school, until you both graduated and moved on with your lives. Regardless, Changbin couldn’t undo what he had done, but he had finally owned up to it, and at the very least he did learn his lesson, something his friends commended him for.

As Changbin continued to mature and to work on himself, he finally came to another realisation. Everyone had been able to notice Changbin’s alpha traits when he was growing up, they were painfully obvious, so his other traits, those that he only displayed on occasion, or that he would unconsciously hide from other people, went unnoticed for years. Changbin was incredibly sensitive, he was, essentially, a softie. Something that didn’t usually comply with the image expected of an alpha. He had no real desire to lead a pack, or to lead in general.

Which is why, when Chris decided to start a pack of his own, Changbin was more than happy to follow him as his right hand. Changbin’s parents were not exactly thrilled by that decision, since they always had this inexplicable dream of him leading a pack–a thought so incredibly ludicrous to Changbin he couldn’t even laugh about it–but they supported him anyway, giving them a place to start their den for it to be soon filled with their friends.

However, Changbin had a secret. Even though Chris was his best friend since childhood, and they knew more of each other than probably any other person ever would, Changbin had never revealed his secret to Chris. It wasn’t until they moved to their den, until Chris had become Changbin’s pack alpha, that he finally shared his secret with Chris.

When Changbin was on his own, when he didn’t have to put up a façade, he yearned of being pampered, of being taken care of, something so not alpha-like he had kept it hidden so deep within him he almost couldn’t believe when the words came out of his mouth as he confessed it to Chris. Changbin had half expected Chris to laugh at him, to judge him–even though logically he knew Chris would never do something like that to him, not when he was being this serious about the topic discussed–but Chris had simply stared back at him, offering a ‘huh, interesting. Never thought an alpha could have omega urges, but I guess it doesn’t sound crazy either’.

Omega urges, as soon as those words left Chris’ mouth Changbin had recoiled, mostly out of reflex. But seeing no judgement in Chris’ eyes as he said it, Changbin started to realise that was exactly what it was. Changbin was an alpha. His scent was that of an alpha, and he behaved much like an alpha most of the time, but deep down, there was a bit of an omega in him, and the moment he understood that, he was finally able to accept himself–or at least, to cope with the fact, acceptance was probably something that would come in due time.

Even after he accepted that fact, though, he still kept it hidden, as his little secret that only he and the alpha of his pack knew. Changbin never really told his packmates either, nor did he ever tell any partner he had ever had–not that he had had that many, to be honest. Whenever he was in a relationship he behaved as an alpha, something that he thought he didn’t mind much, but as his relationships kept on failing and failing because something was never right, he realised it did matter. Yet, he never had the guts to fully show himself to anyone he was intimate with, turning instead to hookups and one night stands to fulfil his physical needs when necessary.

Eventually, though, that stopped, too, after the first scare he had. It was hard for a werewolf to get drunk, their metabolism was much faster than that of humans for alcohol in moderate amounts to do anything to them. Unless, of course, they consumed an ungodly amount of spirits crafted specifically for his kind in a very short period of time. Changbin couldn’t even remember how much he drank that day, but he did remember the fact that his judgement was completely clouded, enough to hook up with someone without protection of any kind, without knowing if the other person was clean or not, and the moment he woke up the next day he was scared shitless.

Thankfully–after a mild scolding–Chris and his roommate went with him to one of those pop-up clinics to get checked, both even testing themselves, too, giving him much needed emotional support, even when he finally came up clean after.

So Changbin decided then to stop seeking any physical relief altogether, turning instead to the gym to relieve stress and focusing on his job and any pack matters that they had to deal with, which were already enough of a task on their own. Chris’ pack grew quickly–maybe quicker than they had anticipated. At first, it was only the three of them, Chris, Changbin, and Jisung, but throughout their entire university studies more of their friends joined, finally forming a tight pack of eight.

At the very early stages of their pack, maintaining order was tough, with only Chris as their leader and Changbin as his right hand to organise the rest of them, until Minho joined them and quickly became Chris’ left hand. And eventually, Chris’ roommate came into the picture. A human. A human they had invited to live in their den by sheer chance, a human that, after finding out about their condition, after understanding the bond between pack members, had naturally fallen into the position of pack mum, even when she wasn’t even romantically involved with Chris in any way–although eventually she did get involved romantically with Chris, something that shocked absolutely no one in the pack, considering how painfully obvious Chris’ feelings were, how painfully obvious her feelings were…

Regardless, with the four of them as the foundation of their pack, it became easy to deal with pack matters. They could rely on one another without hesitation, so as the weight of their responsibilities distributed among the four of them, Changbin didn’t have to excessively worry about pack matters anymore. Which meant that most of his stress came from his job.

When Changbin had decided on a whim ages ago to study computer science he didn’t expect it to be difficult, and, to be honest, his journey through university wasn’t any more difficult than anyone else’s, so he was able to graduate within the expected time, with an added extra year to specialise in network engineering. The difficult aspect of his profession came when he actually started to work in the field. People who work in IT weren’t exactly liked within their companies. End users liked to complain about things they didn’t know about, and even when he politely explained in the simplest way he could why something wasn't as easy as they claimed it to be, they always said he simply didn’t want to help and called him names.

This was something Changbin had to deal with on the regular, which wasn’t usually a problem, but it wasn’t exactly pleasant to deal with. Funnily enough, though, there was no worse enemy to someone working in the IT department of a company than another person who was also working in the IT department. This was something Changbin came to understand during his many different jobs in many different companies, but it was especially true in the company he was working for right now.

Having your IT services in-house these days wasn’t a common occurrence, but this particular office wanted to keep things simple, to keep everything ‘within the family’, so around a year ago, Changbin was hired as their network engineer. He was excited for the job position, it’d pay well and the company wasn’t so bad. That excitement almost died on his first day on the job, when he was introduced to one of the IT coordinators of the building.

He had been called to a room for his first IT department meeting, and the second he stepped through the door of the meeting room he was hit with the scent of nutmeg and ginger, a scent he had not smelt in years, since high school, the scent that to this day he’d dream about sometimes–although he’d never say that outloud. And sure enough, the moment Changbin had followed the trail of the scent he was greeted with your surprised eyes looking back at him.

So when the meeting ended, Changbin had reached out to you. You had politely greeted him, introducing yourself as the IT coordinator and offered a ‘hopefully things go smoothly moving forward’. A long time had passed since you two had last seen each other, so surely things had changed, surely you could be amicable with one another.

How wrong he had been.

You were still the same, only more mature–and more beautiful, but Changbin wouldn’t let himself admit that. You were still the same opinionated, bossy omega he had come to know in school, and as months went by, he realised you were one of those IT coordinators that liked to be on top of everything, sometimes too much, getting your nose in other people’s business, in his business.

The very next day you had come to Changbin with an absurd proposition, a way to better monitor the network in the building, Changbin couldn’t help but notice how your scent was again almost hidden under Hyunwoo’s earthy scent, a complete contrast to how it had been the day prior, but he decided to ignore it, focusing on the impossible idea you had suggested to him based on some end user complaints you had received.

And maybe it was the fact that Changbin was almost wired to bicker with you at this point, but at the time he couldn’t help but scoff, offering an admittedly condescending ‘that’s not gonna work’ that had you scoffing as well, effectively reigniting the rivalry that had started since the very first day you met.

It went like this for a while, you offering ideas that Changbin would shut down, Changbin proposing changes that you would be against. However, sometimes, when you two did agree on some points, you were actually able to work on a project together pretty well, with minimal eventualities.

You wouldn’t interact with Changbin outside of work, though. And not because Changbin didn’t make any attempts. He had invited you for drinks a few times, to celebrate the success of a finished project–usually inviting other people as well–but you always declined, alleging you had things to do as soon as work was over. There were no other werewolves in the office, so no one really questioned it, but Changbin knew your ‘things to do’ were probably related to your pack.

One day the department decided to go together for drinks after work, and surprisingly, you accepted. Changbin and you had naturally drifted to each other to talk that night, after all, you did share your condition. And admittedly, when you were not being stubborn and overly questioning of his job, you were okay to talk with, nice, even. So Changbin thought that night would mark the end of your pseudo-feud.

You didn’t go to work the next couple of days after that, and Changbin thought nothing of it, until you came back the following week. There was something off about you that week, you’d talk and interact in meetings, dealing with agreements and disagreements with one another, but outside of those, it was almost as if you were avoiding him, and every week after that it was almost as if he could barely catch your scent at all, only getting whiffs of Hyunwoo whenever you passed by.

But Changbin never really thought too much about it, he figured you were just mad at him for the last few meetings you had had where there had been disagreements between the engineers and the project managers and IT coordinators, so he simply let it be, just as he always did.

Until one day, he couldn’t just let it be anymore.

Changbin was fond of rainy days like these, especially after a long day at work. He already had a plan in his mind for the evening, brew himself some tea, play a lighthearted movie on the huge-ass TV he just got for his living room, and ultimately become one with his sofa. It was the perfect plan, and he had been looking forward to this since the second he stepped out of the office that day.

The kettle whistled, letting him know his water was ready, so he went through the familiar motions of serving himself some tea. Whole milk, two sugars, exactly how Changbin loved it, he had even used his favourite cup with its matching plate–a basic white ensemble, but the shape and depth of it was just exquisite. With lazy steps, he took his perfect cup of tea to the coffee table, setting it on the coaster he always kept there for this purpose, and it was just as he was about to let his bum hit the heavenly cushions of his sofa that a loud, hurried knocking resonated throughout his flat.

Changbin’s right eye twitched, feeling annoyance build and build rapidly within him the more the person on the other side knocked. Who dared have the audacity of disturbing his peace? He had been so close to getting his perfect evening, all of that now just ruined, flushed down the toilet with those relentless knocks. So he made his way to the front door, completely fuming. Who would be on the other side of the door? Jeongin? Jisung? Felix? He could hardly register the scent when he was this mad.

“What the fu–” Changbin’s words died on his tongue, his annoyed frown quickly disappearing as his eyebrows shot up in surprise. Out of all the people he could’ve imagined would be standing behind that door, you were not the one he would’ve ever expected to see. Especially not in the state you were in.

Chewing your lip nervously you just looked at Changbin, your hand holding the strap of the rucksack you carried on your back so tightly your knuckles were turning white. Changbin blinked slightly, still shocked. “What are you… What are you doing here?”

“I…” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. The longer Changbin looked at you, the longer you stood there, he started to get whiffs of your scent, that scent he hadn’t smelt for weeks now, since it was usually hidden under your alpha’s scent. He was used to your scent, but right now, as you stood there, something didn’t feel quite right… It felt… Different, somehow. More distressed. “I didn’t know where else to go, to be honest…”

Changbin just stared at you. Were you… Were you shaking? You were soaking wet for sure, the rain certainly had done a number on you. The more he got that distressed scent, the more he looked at you shivering there at his doorstep, he just couldn’t help his alpha instincts from kicking in. Regardless of how much Changbin didn’t like you–because he didn’t like you, not even a little bit–he just couldn’t leave you right there when you looked so defeated. So he stepped to the side, signalling you to come in.

As soon as you stepped through the threshold he closed the door, leaving you taking your shoes off by the entrance as he made his way towards the bathroom to find a clean towel. When he returned to the living room you were just standing there, looking around, still shaking like a leaf and holding onto your rucksack for dear life.

“You can just leave that anywhere”, Changbin pointed to your rucksack, and you just dropped it on the floor right there where you were standing. “Here”, handing you the towel, he took the rucksack and put it next to a dining chair so neither of you would trip on it.

Changbin had seen you in so many different moods throughout the years. Playful, teasing, fuming, annoyed… But this… Whatever it was, was something that completely caught him off guard, so much so he couldn’t stop looking at you as you tried your best to squeeze water out of your hair.

“What are you doing here?” He asked again, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you.

You took a deep breath, wrapping the towel over your shoulders and keeping it close to your body. “Do you mind if I… If I sit?” you pointed towards one of the stools by the kitchen island, to what Changbin simply nodded, his eyes following your every move.

“Changbin, could you… Not look at me? You’re close to using the predator stare and it’s not making it any easier for me to talk”, was he using the predator stare? Changbin hadn’t even realised, it was probably because he was angry when he opened the door, which he immediately explained to you and apologised for, to which you simply nodded. He cleared his throat, looking away from you then, and going into the kitchen, switching the kettle on again.

After a few moments of silence you spoke again. “I… I ran away from my pack”.

Changbin almost dropped the cup in his hand, his eyes going wide in surprise, almost bulging out of his skull. “You did what?!”

Swallowing thickly, and contradicting your earlier request, you seeked his gaze. “I ran away from my pack–”

“I heard you, okay… Shit, why would you do that and why are you here?”

“I told you! I didn’t know where else to go!” You were still trembling slightly, still holding onto the corners of the towel wrapped around your shoulders, but even then you still spoke to him in that tone of yours that sometimes made his eye twitch. “I don’t know any other werewolf outside the pack and I know it’s nuts that I’m here, okay? I’m aware…” Bringing your hands to your face, you inhaled deeply only to exhale right after. Once, twice, thrice… Were you… Were you trying to calm yourself down?

“Listen, I…” Once you removed your hands from your face you looked at him, right in the eyes. “I left because I was being mistreated, okay? It’s… I’ve been abused for years and I… I couldn’t stand it anymore”.

Changbin recoiled slightly, this was a turn of events he would’ve never expected, and he immediately felt concern flooding him. “I’m… I’m sorry, I had no idea–”

“Of course you had no idea!” You spat, and Changbin’s eyes went wide, stunned as he saw tears well in your eyes. “No one knows… No one knows how Hyunwoo runs his pack, no one dares speak about it so of course… Of course you don’t know”.

Curse his alpha instincts, Changbin just couldn’t bear seeing the tears run down your eyes, he couldn’t bear smelling the distress in your scent, so he moved around the kitchen island, reaching for you. “Listen–” To his horror, you flinched as soon as his hands were on you, so he removed them immediately.

“Please, don’t touch me right now…” There was a sob, there was a sob and it broke him. Suddenly whichever pseudo-feud Changbin had with you didn’t matter, this was serious shit.

“I’m sorry”, was all he could say, whether it was for approaching you so suddenly or because of your situation, Changbin wasn’t too sure.

You simply shook your head, bringing your hands to your face once again and you continued to sob. “I don’t know what to do…” Your voice was barely a whisper, but Changbin could hear you, and the feelings your distress evoked in him were not pleasant at all.

“You… Listen, first, you need to warm up…” Changbin moved, reaching for the already boiled water and serving you a cup of tea. “You can… You can cry all you want. If it helps you, cry”.

And you did. You cried a lot. For a while, actually. And Changbin didn’t know what to do. He just sat there next to you on the kitchen island, moving either to bring you a dry towel or to leave a glass of water next to you. His mind was racing as he waited for you to calm down, he really didn’t know much about Hyunwoo’s pack, just that he became the alpha right before you finished school and that you were a member of the pack, but just by the way you flinched when Changbin tried to touch you, it was clear something messed up was happening in there.

Once you managed to stop crying, you reached for that glass of water, dawned it in one go and took a hold of the corner of the towel to ungracefully blow your nose. “This is so messy, I’m sorry”.

“It’s… It’s fine”, and as Changbin said it, he realised it was. You guys didn’t get along, at least not frequently, but this was a much bigger issue than that. “Do you even have a place to stay?”

You shook your head. “I just… Left. I put anything of value in that rucksack and left. I don’t want to get too into detail right now, to be honest, but I had to leave today or it would’ve been over for me”.

Changbin nodded, understanding. He had to make a decision now. You had nowhere else to go, and he couldn’t just leave you on the streets on your own to deal with the distress of leaving your pack and dealing with your abuse at the same time. So he took a deep breath, dragging his hands over his face briefly only to look at you after. “Listen, I gotta talk to Chris–You remember Chris, right?” You nodded, so he continued. “For now you can just… Take a warm shower, change into some dry clothes and we can talk when I’m back. Do you even have clothes in that rucksack?”

“Yeah, just a few shirts and trousers… I couldn’t… Most of my clothes were scented so I decided not to take them”, ah, so Hyunwoo was purposefully scenting your clothes, no wonder Changbin could smell him on you all the time.

“Alright. The bathroom is that way, first door on the left. I’ll be back in a bit”, and then, as an attempt to lift the mood, he added, “don’t steal anything from me while I’m gone”.

To which you simply huffed a chuckle, wiping the tears on your face.

The further away Changbin walked from his flat the more he felt his mind spiralling out of control. What the fuck was he going to do with you? It was all nuts, so by the time he reached Chris’ flat he was almost in full panic mode.

Changbin started to knock on Chris’ door, very fervently and incessantly. A few moments of this passed, until the door opened slightly, enough for Chris to peek his face and look at him, annoyance very clear in his face. “We’re fucking, what do you want?”

Of course they were fucking, when were Chris and his girlfriend not fucking. “Sorry, man, but I really need to talk”.

“Can’t it wait like… Two hours?”

“Two hours?!” Changbin shrieked. “No it cannot wait two fucking hours! It’s really urgent!”

Chris sighed, turning his gaze away from Changbin and into his flat, to look at his girlfriend, Changbin supposed. After a few seconds, he turned back to Changbin. “Fine, give me a few minutes”, was the last thing Chris told him before closing the door, leaving Changbin waiting there in the corridor as he chewed his lip nervously.

When Chris opened the door again, he was wearing nothing but his shorts–admittedly not an uncommon sight, so Changbin was completely unfazed by this. “What’s going on?” Chris asked as he made his way into the kitchen and started to put away some items that were scattered on the counter.

Changbin tried his best to ignore the scent of sex and the lingering pheromones in the air, but it was too strong and distracting to ignore. “Dude, were you guys fucking right here?”

“On the sofa”, Chris shrugged, like it was nothing.

“We sit on that sofa for movie nights, Christopher…”

“And?” Chris snorted. “Didn’t take you for a prude, Changbinnie. Plus, there’s nowhere on this flat we haven’t fucked on”, he slammed his hand on the kitchen counter for emphasis. “Nowhere”, Changbin looked at the counter and immediately removed his hands, making an act to gag, to which Chris simply chuckled. “But anyway, what do you need to talk about?”

“I, uh… Need your advice…” Chris shot Changbin a look, his eyes scanning his face for a moment only to go back to his task and gesture for him to continue. “You remember that girl from work? The one I talk about sometimes?” Changbin moved to sit on one of the stools.

“The omega that drives you absolutely insane? That went to school with us? Yeah, I remember”.

“She came to my door twenty minutes ago… She ran away from her pack”.

Chris froze on the spot, a bag of mini brownies crunching slightly in his hold as his fist tightened, his eyes snapping up to meet Changbin’s, wide in surprise. “Why’d she… Why did she come to you?” He placed the bag back on the counter, moving around to pull out one of the stools and sitting in front of Changbin, giving him his undivided attention.

Changbin simply shrugged. “She said I’m the only other werewolf she knows outside of her pack, but I… I’m not sure what to do. She has nowhere else to go…”

Chris’ fingers drummed on the counter as he pondered. “You want her to stay here?”

Changbin shrugged. “I guess, I don’t know… Is there any other option?”

Chris eyed him for a bit. “Is she a good person? I haven’t seen her since school”.

Were you? Were you a good person? Changbin was used to bickering and getting into petty arguments with you, you got on his nerves more than he would like to admit. However… When you weren’t addressing him, Changbin had seen the other side of you, the friendly, and supportive side of you. And, admittedly, when you two were able to work without arguments, he had experienced that directly, too.

“I think… She might be. We argue all the time, but to other people she’s… Fine, I guess…”

“Who’s fine?” Chris’ girlfriend appeared from the hall, using a towel to squeeze water out of her hair.

“Changbin’s brought in a guest”, Chris’ eyes followed her, just like they always did and Changbin couldn’t help but roll his eyes and smile fondly at the sight.

“Oh? A guest guest? You want someone to stay?” She regarded Changbin with a smile, busying herself with the rest of the items left on the counter, putting them away into their designated place in the kitchen.

“She’s a fri–” A what? A friend? You and Changbin were certainly not friends, so he corrected himself immediately. “A coworker…”

Changbin filled Chris’ girlfriend in with the details, by the time he was done she was standing in front of where Chris sat, slotted between his legs, as his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Basically what I’m trying to say is, do you think it’s a good idea for her to stay?” Changbin asked, fidgeting with a random twist tie he found on the kitchen counter.

Chris eyed him for a moment, until he finally spoke again. “You do know this is your building, right?” A smirk crept onto his lips as he looked at Changbin, and it made him let out an exasperated sigh.

“Correction, it’s my parents’ building, and you’re our alpha for crying out loud, you should have the last word on who stays in the den or not”.

“Are you hoping I’ll say no?” The question was pointed, and it almost made Changbin wince.

Changbin stayed silent for a moment, only to finally move his eyes from Chris to his girlfriend. “What do you think?”

She simply shrugged, her hands absentmindedly caressing Chris’ arms around her waist. “No werewolf leaves their pack just like that, right? From what I’ve read and what you’ve told me it’s a hard thing to do, even physically painful… If she’s done that, something serious must’ve happened… I don’t see why she shouldn’t stay, at least for tonight. We could meet her tomorrow once she’s rested and you two can reach an agreement then”, with her last sentence, she pointed to Chris and Changbin.

“I agree. Unless you don’t want me to even consider it at all. Then I’ll just say no”, Chris gave Changbin a look. He always wanted what was best for his packmates, and that sometimes meant making them make their own decisions and supporting said decisions. Which sucked for Changbin, because now he truly had to make a decision.

After his talk with Chris and his girlfriend, Changbin went back to his flat to find you already showered and in dry clothes sitting on his sofa, hugging your legs to your chest. Your face snapped in his direction as soon as he was in your field of vision, and Changbin literally saw the exact second your body tensed up when he started to walk in your direction, hugging your legs tighter against your chest.

Dropping himself on the other end of the sofa, Changbin simply switched on the TV, he figured some background noise would help the awkward aura that had settled in the living room. So, he took a deep breath–trying his best to ignore the way your scent almost shocked his senses–and looked at you. “You can stay here tonight, but tomorrow you’ll have to talk with Chris directly. He wants to meet you in person before he decides if you can stay or not”.

You looked at him, blinking slightly, looking almost shocked. “What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?”

“You’re… You’re offering me shelter?” You sounded truly incredulous, which in turn made him feel confused.

“Why are you here if not for shelter?”

You just continued to look at him, your eyes jumping around his face for a bit, until finally, you swallowed. “I… I didn’t… Changbin, I truly have no idea what I’m doing here. I just… Started walking, and next thing I knew I was here. I feel so numb right now, I don’t even know what’s going on”.

Changbin figured you could be in shock, so he decided to make the decision for you. “Okay… Let’s do this, you can stay here tonight, rest, get your bearings, and we can talk more about it tomorrow, okay?”

You just stared at him for a bit, until Changbin saw tears well in your eyes, but only for a second, as you brought your hands to your face right after. “Okay…” Your voice was barely a whisper, but Changbin heard you. There was a shift in your scent, it wasn’t exactly distress as before, but it wasn’t entirely pleasant either, more like a tint of defeat and hurt.

Shifting a bit in his seat, Changbin couldn’t help the words that came out of his mouth after. “Do you… Do you want a hug?”

You were silent for a bit, just crying as you shielded your face with your hands. Changbin thought for a moment you might’ve not heard him, until you finally nodded, with the tiniest ‘yes…’ falling from your lips. So Changbin moved as slowly and carefully as he could to not startle you, moving to sit next to you and pull you into his arms, tucking your head in the crook of his neck.

You were slightly trembling, but you let him pull you to him, and to Changbin’s surprise, one of your hands moved away from your face to clutch his shirt as you continued to cry.

The third re-run of The Mummy that week playing on the TV and the pitter-patter of rain against the windows were the only background noises in the flat, mingling with the occasional hiccup or sob leaving your lips. And Changbin couldn’t help but try to make it better somehow. “Shh… It’s okay. You’ll be okay, pup”.

Changbin hugged you for as long as you needed, the occasional word of encouragement leaving his lips, and eventually, you simply fell asleep right then and there in his arms.

“Hey! Nice to meet you!” Hyunjin had a bright smile on his face as he opened the door of Chris’ flat once Changbin knocked on it.

The night before, after you fell asleep and Changbin tucked you into bed in his spare room, he had quickly texted Chris about your kind of shocked state and for him to expect some odd behaviours from you when he met you, to which Chris suggested that maybe having another omega in the house at the time along with his girlfriend could help. So here Hyunjin was, with a showercap on his head and his apple and pear scent mingling with the unpleasant smell of hair bleach radiating from the showercap.

“Come on in, we’re having a selfcare day”, Hyunjin signalled you and Changbin to come in just as he stepped further into the flat, leaving you two by the open door.

You shot Changbin a look, lightly worrying your lip with your teeth, to which he simply gave you a brief pat on the shoulder and a nod. Selfcare days weren’t an uncommon practice, they usually happened in Hyunjin and Felix’s flat, but Changbin figured Chris thought it would be a good idea to settle a more relaxed aura around him, in hopes of easing your nerves a bit.

“Pretty, stop moving so much”, Chris’ giggling voice could be heard as soon as Changbin and you stepped through the door, and once Changbin stole a glance your way he could see your eyes go wide in surprise as you saw the alpha of his pack right there, sitting on his sofa with his girlfriend’s hand in one hand and a brush on the other as he tried to paint her nails.

“You’re taking too long, baby!” Chris’ girlfriend was holding the bottle of nail varnish for Chris to keep dipping the brush into, smiling fondly at the man in front of her as he did his absolute best to not make a mess of her hands.

“Selfcare day and you didn’t explicitly invite me? I’m hurt”, Changbin couldn’t help but joke, clutching his chest dramatically as he walked further into the living room. Chris simply huffed a ‘you were coming anyway’ before he greeted you with a big smile on his face, one of his genuine smiles that made his eyes disappear. Chris was already an overall welcoming person, but when he smiled like this, that feeling heightened tenfold, and Changbin immediately felt you relax a bit where you were standing next to him.

Changbin introduced you to Chris’ girlfriend as well, and in no time all of you were sitting around their coffee table as Hyunjin brought tea from the kitchen.

“You’ve grown so much”, Changbin was surprised when those words left your mouth as you addressed Chris, the comment making him laugh immediately, offering a ‘so have you!’ in response.

It was all smooth sailing from there. You seemed to quickly realise that the dynamic of Changbin’s pack was completely different from whatever dynamic your former pack had, so you loosened up a bit, and Changbin could practically smell how much less stressed you were, which was reassuring in a way–although why he had to feel reassured about that in the first place was beyond him.

Chris asked you for a few details, you simply answered the same way you had to Changbin the day before, that you were being mistreated but didn’t want to get too much into detail because, in your words, ‘I honestly just don’t want to start weeping as soon as the words leave my mouth… Need to… Digest it all first’, which Chris seemed to wholeheartedly understand.

Chris shot Changbin a look, almost as if he wanted to ask him ‘are you sure you don’t want me to say no?’ to which Changbin gave him a minute nod of his head. Something about having grown up together and lived together for so long made it easy for them to communicate wordlessly, and it became even easier after Changbin became Chris’ right hand in the pack, so, after taking a deep breath, Chris simply said, “you can stay here if you want”.

Your eyes went wide in surprise, but before you could say anything, Chris continued. “Although I must warn you, bills really are expensive as shit here. If you can afford it yourself, great. If you can’t, I suggest rooming with someone. I tried on my own, didn’t work. Now I’ve got a lovely roommate and girlfriend, though, so I guess I won anyway”, he reached to pinch one of his girlfriend’s cheeks as he said it, which made her laugh.

A smile formed on your face at the sight, it was small, but it was there and it might’ve been the reason why Changbin spoke his next words. “You can stay with me if you want. We can split the bills”.

You seemed to ponder for a bit, just as Hyunjin left the room to go wash his head with Chris’ girlfriend’s help. Finally, you just nodded. “I think that’s a good idea”.

“I think so, too”, Chris said confidently.

“Is there… Anything in particular I should be aware of regarding omegas in the pack?”

Chris looked at you for a moment, blinking slightly. “I mean… No? We don’t… Honestly, our designation hardly ever influences anything here. If anything, the only rule is to treat everyone with respect, and help out when someone needs it… And we all chime in to pay the communal bills of the building, that’s pretty much it”.

You seemed slightly taken aback by that, a tiny ‘oh…’ leaving your lips as you readjusted yourself in your seat. There was one thing Chris forgot, though, so Changbin added it for him. “Also make sure you inform the group chat when you think you might be going into heat or when you do go into heat… There’s a couple of flats on this floor we use to, uh… Lock ourselves in for those days if we need to”.

“Oh, that, too”, Chris nodded. “Also, if it makes you feel more comfortable, you don’t necessarily need to think of us as your ‘new pack’. These things take time, yeah? So let’s see it as just childhood friends helping each other out, we’ll see how it goes in the future”.

“Sounds… Reasonable… Thank you. Truly”, and Changbin could really hear the thankfulness in your voice.

Just like that, you became Changbin’s roommate. A roommate he wasn’t even looking for, and that he didn’t even need, but as you both made it back to his flat, he realised he didn’t mind all that much.

Changbin had been living on his own for so long he had forgotten how it was like to share his space with someone else. He was wary at first, because he wasn’t sure how you would be outside of your work or school persona, maybe you’d try to move things around to your liking, or maybe you’d be messy and loud and annoying. But the truth was, for the first few days of you being there, Changbin barely even saw you, which was kind of odd considering you decided to take a couple of weeks off of work to deal with your situation, so you definitely were in the house.

You mostly kept to your room, coming out only for food or to go to the bathroom, and whenever you did that when Changbin was there, he could always see the bags under your eyes and the redness from all the crying he supposed you had been doing. He could smell your scent, too, your usual nutmeg and ginger mingling with pure defeat, which, again, wasn’t pleasant at all. He truly hated that you were feeling defeated in the first place, and he truly wished he could make it better somehow.

Eventually, you started to come out more. Changbin would come home from work and find you on the sofa, curled up in a ball, wrapped in blankets with your eyes glued to the TV. There was always food on the stove, which you offered as soon as Changbin came through the door without removing your eyes from the big screen.

Those times, Changbin would simply sit down with you on the sofa, telling you stories about the office, whichever IT mess had been going on that day, essentially having an amicable conversation with you, something that, after a while, made Changbin wonder why you would get prickly with him in the first place before all this happened, so he asked exactly that one day.

“I…” You gulped, then took a sip of the tea in your hand. “I was doing it on purpose”.

Changbin looked at you, confused. “On purpose?”

“Mm”, you moved your eyes from his face back to the TV, tapping your fingers lightly on the mug in your hands. “You’re too friendly sometimes, and I couldn’t let you get too close to me or Hyunwoo would… I mean, he didn’t like it when I got close to other men, much less alpha males”.

You said that statement like it was normal, like you had accepted that to be your fate at the time, and it made Changbin’s blood boil right there where he sat. Suddenly, he remembered… “The night we went out for drinks… You didn’t come to work for a few days after, was it because… I had been talking to you?”

Looking down at the mug in your hands, you nodded with a grimace on your face. “He… Accused me of a lot of things that night. Things that were not true, obviously, and he made it a point to scent me as much as he could in… In ways I don’t even want to describe, honestly. Can we talk about something else?”

Changbin did drop the topic completely that day, but it plagued his mind for a long time. Sure, there was a level of possessiveness to their alpha nature, but it was never supposed to be like this. It was never supposed to overpower their protective nature, above all else, an alpha should take care of their partner both physically and emotionally, they should protect them, it was one of the few alpha traits Changbin was actually proud of having, and this man Hyunwoo had it all twisted and the fact that he had hurt you because of it angered him beyond belief.

Changbin did offer once–although mostly as a half-joke–to go beat him up, to which you simply said ‘If anything, I’ll try to get strong enough so I can beat him up. That’d be more satisfactory. But honestly, I’d much rather pretend he didn’t exist’, so Changbin tried to never speak about Hyunwoo again after that.

You eventually went back to work, got back into your routine, only now you wouldn’t avoid him at all, if anything, you remained somewhat close and friendly. Sure, you still defied his proposals when you had to, and Changbin defied yours when he had to, but it was mostly amicable, nowhere near as hostile as before.

You confessed to Changbin one day that you had even started to go to therapy to try and cope with everything, and he couldn’t help but commend you on taking such an important step in your healing process.

Soon enough, you got acquainted with his friends, you started to join them for movie nights, for selfcare days, and eventually, before Changbin even realised it, you had flooded his life, with your presence, with your scent… Your scent… That mix of nutmeg and ginger, that mix that had become so familiar, so… Alluring, in a way. He’d be caught dead before admitting that to you, though, but that was certainly the best way he could put it. Alluring. Like freshly baked cookies, and he quickly realised he didn’t mind it one bit.

Changbin was truly fond of rainy days like these, especially now that he had a companion to spend them with. At first, you both would only sit down on your corner of the sofa and watch some mindless film, sometimes you would play the occasional board game–although Changbin quickly discovered you got a bit too… Enthusiastic, to not say aggressive, so the board games were quickly removed from the routine.

Gradually, though, you started to gravitate towards each other. Changbin wasn’t even sure how it happened, really. Sitting on your corner of the sofa became sitting closer to the centre, until eventually your shoulders started to touch, your thighs grazing against each other, providing some warmth during the colder days. One day, you had your arm tossed over the back of the sofa, almost, almost on Changbin’s shoulders… You were really engrossed in the series you were watching, Changbin wasn’t really paying much attention to it, he was just slouched on the plush cushions, scrolling on his phone and then suddenly, he felt it.

Your eyes were trained on the TV, and you were chewing your lip as a particularly stressful situation was happening in the show you were watching, so when your fingers found their way to Changbin’s hair, mindlessly playing with it, Changbin was more than startled by the sudden contact, but, at the same time, he realised he liked it, so he didn’t say anything, instead he just let himself enjoy your touch, your soft caresses against his scalp, and it wasn’t until the episode had finished that you realised what you were doing, quickly removing your hand from his head and mumbling apologies.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“I don’t mind”, Changbin interrupted you, the words left his mouth probably way too fast, heat quickly making its way to the back of his neck as he cleared his throat. “It’s fine, you can… You can do that. I really don’t mind”.

Changbin saw your slightly stunned expression, your eyes moving away from his face just the tiniest bit as the next episode of your show started to play. When you looked at him again, you gulped, blinking slightly. “Do you want to… I mean it’d be easier if you… You know, lay your head on my lap or… Yeah, otherwise my arm will get tired, you know?”

Changbin looked at you for a few bated breaths, until he tentatively complied, relishing the warmth of your thighs and your tender touch on his hair as you continued to watch the show.

From then on, the space between Changbin and you on that sofa after work became nonexistent. Him laying his head on your lap quickly turned to him laying on your stomach, to him even laying on top of you sometimes, resting his head on your chest as you mindlessly massaged his scalp, his shoulders, his back, his arms. You never really spoke about it, it just sort of… Happened, and you both let it happen.

Changbin simply had convinced himself this was an entirely platonic exchange, just two acquaintances enjoying some warmth as you quietly wound down from your stressful day. Although he did know it was kind of weird, he was well aware. Cuddling with your coworker turned roommate this closely surely wasn’t normal, yet neither you nor him would stop it. Changbin wasn’t sure why you didn’t, as for himself, he just absolutely loved to cuddle… To cuddle with you.

He loved hearing your heart beating against his ear, he loved the feel of your hands on him, he loved the nutmeg and ginger of your scent flooding his senses, and it wasn’t until a few weeks after the entire thing started that he realised this could potentially hurt him deeply. It happened in an instant, just as you both laid on the sofa, him on top of you, your hand mindlessly caressing his nape, his face buried in the crook of your neck, and suddenly, he got an urge. Changbin wanted to place a kiss on your neck, he’d gotten so used to being this close to you without any restraint that he had almost done it, but he managed to stop himself.

Cuddling was one thing, kissing… Kissing felt like it could become too much, too quickly, so he buried that urge deep within him, pulling himself away from you entirely with the excuse of wanting to make dinner. You didn’t question him, of course. You never questioned any of Changbin’s actions when you were in this type of mood, so he thought he was in the clear. It had probably just been a fluke, something instinctual that would naturally happen when he was so close to your neck.

Oh, but he had been so wrong. That urge he tried to bury deep within his heart quickly grew legs, dancing all around the place as if it owned it, mocking him. Changbin wanted to have his lips on your skin, the thought quickly mingled into him wanting to have his hands on your skin, into him wanting to have your lips on his skin, and before he knew it, he was down bad and it was too late.

It wasn’t appropriate, was it? You were his coworker, his roommate, his friend, and it wasn’t appropriate to think about a friend that way, he was sure, especially considering the things you had been through–although you did tell him you were making progress with your therapy, good progress, which Changbin was really happy about, but that didn’t mean it made it okay. So Changbin tried his best to ignore it all, to pretend those urges and feelings weren’t there, indulging only in your cuddling, and only when you wanted it–because there was no way he could give that up now, not when you seemed to also enjoy it as much as he did.

Until one day, you didn’t let him ignore the elephant in the room anymore.

“Do you think it’s weird?” You suddenly asked, startling him slightly, your hand in his hair not stopping its movements.

Changbin tensed slightly, but he decided to play aloof. Afterall, he wasn’t really sure what you were truly referring to. “That what’s weird?”

“This”, you tugged on his hair gently, and Changbin had to use every single ounce of willpower to not make any obscene sounds. “The way we cuddle”.

‘The way we cuddle’, that was your answer. It wasn’t ‘that we cuddle’, but specifically the way you both cuddled. And Changbin couldn’t help but prop himself on his elbows to look at your face, making you move your hand away from his head. “In which way are we cuddling, pup?”

“Well, you know…” You gulped, and Changbin could’ve sworn you were looking at his mouth. “It’s mostly… Me kinda… Kinda doting on you. Not the other way around”.

Changbin blinked slightly, and he couldn’t help the feeling of dread that was starting to build within him. “Uh… Yeah. It’s you doting on me, yes”, Changbin gulped the saliva that collected in his mouth, nervousness suddenly flooding his brain.

“You’re an alpha”, there was no ill-intent in your voice, none at all, yet the words struck Changbin’s heart, and suddenly he couldn’t bear looking at your face anymore, feeling as heat quickly made its way to his face as he scrambled to remove himself from you entirely. He saw the alarm on your face, but honestly he could barely register it as he swiftly got to his feet and tried to get as far away from that sofa as possible.

“Bin? Why are you–”

He couldn’t have this conversation. He’d only truly ever had it with Chris, and he wasn’t sure he could have it with you right now. Changbin had indulged, and for a few months he had experienced something he had always craved, but just as he had expected, it couldn’t be as simple as that. You’re an alpha, you’re an alpha, you’re an alpha, the words repeated in his mind incessantly, making it hard for him to hear anything else other than them.

“Changbin, wait!”

Changbin slammed his bedroom door shut, pressing his back to it and bringing his hands to his head as he felt tears well in his eyes. Changbin was an alpha. It was wrong of him to crave these things. It was weird and wrong and unnatural, he was weird and wrong and unnatural.

There was a knock on his door, tentative, shy, almost. “I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you…” Oh, God. You sounded genuinely hurt, and he hated it. Why were you hurt? Why were you apologising? He was the fucked up one, and the second he got a whiff of your scent, even with the door that separated you two, he could just feel how distressed you were, and he realised then that you could probably also smell how distressed he was, which made everything just so much worse.

You stayed behind his door for a while, for a long while. All as Changbin let himself cry in silence out of the pure frustration he felt, until he eventually calmed down. By that point, though, you had already left, retreating to your room.

Changbin avoided you like the plague after that encounter, at home, at work, opting out of movie nights with the pack, he’d try his absolute best to not cross paths with you. Mostly out of shame, out of the sheer embarrassment he knew he would feel the moment you found out about his hidden flaw.

Server rooms were always too loud. And if it was loud to a human, it was even worse for a werewolf. Changbin always felt as if he was trapped in a tin can with the most obnoxious cricket whenever he came down here to check the switches, but he couldn’t neglect his job just because of his supernatural capabilities, so here he was, tinkering with the damn thing to try and figure out why the network in the third floor was down.

He would like to blame that loudness in the room shocking his senses for the fact that he hadn’t noticed a person coming into the room. Changbin didn’t notice them, until suddenly he got a whiff of nutmeg and ginger and turned around with wide eyes to find you already staring at him, your brows furrowing in concern.

“You can’t keep avoiding me”, your tone was firm, stern, even. “We live together, we work together… We can’t continue playing cat and mouse, Changbin. I need you to tell me what I did wrong”.

Changbin looked you in the eyes, and you stared right back, just like you often did, just like you always did. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he heaved a sigh, averting his gaze to look instead at the flashing lights of the server behind you. “You didn’t do anything wrong, pup…”

“Then? Why are you avoiding me?” You took a step closer, trying to get his gaze back on your face, but Changbin didn’t move one bit.

“Because you are right. I’m weird”.

You were quiet for a moment. “I didn’t say you were weird?”

Changbin looked at you then, at the puzzled expression on your face. “Yes, you did”.

“No, I didn’t”, there was a frown on your face, and there was nothing more that Changbin wanted right now than to flatten it out. “I said… I asked if the way we were cuddling was weird. I asked if you thought it was weird. I never said you were weird”

“I mean…” Changbin gulped. “Do you think it’s weird?”

“I… Kinda do think the way we cuddle is weird, but not… Not in a bad way. I, uh… I like the way we cuddle, Bin”, you sounded so confident, so absolutely sure of it Changbin was slightly taken aback.

“But I’m an alpha”, he didn’t mean to sound that incredulous, but it certainly came out that way, and you seemed to pick up on it.

“Yes, and I’m an omega”, you were stating the obvious, but you were also clearly trying to make a point. “An omega that… That has… Has always felt uncomfortable in her own skin”.

Changbin blinked slightly, confused. “You… What?”

Taking a deep breath, you dragged your hands over your face, returning your eyes to his right after. “You know why… You know what was my trigger to finally run away from Hyunwoo and his pack?”

You never told him, and he didn’t ask, so of course Changbin didn’t know, so he simply shook his head, and you took this as a sign to continue. “He… He wanted to mate, like, forever mate. He wanted me to submit fully to him by mating with him. He had coaxed me into submission for so many years, with his stupid predator stare and his stupid alpha pheromones and scent… I always hated it, because it wasn’t me, so before it was too late, I finally ran away… Ran away to… To the only alpha I’ve ever known that’s never truly looked down on me”, your eyes went wide in surprise, almost as if you had just realised your last statement.

“But all those years ago in school I–”

“I accepted your apology for that, remember? It was a one off encounter, we’re all assholes at some point in our teenage years. Besides, you never used your status with me again, even when we were bickering. Hell, Changbin, I defied you back then, you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because… Because you smell like freshly made fairy floss… And… And peppercorns”, you gulped, your eyes darting all around his face. “I couldn’t… I mean, I’m sorry to say, Bin, but I really didn’t feel threatened by you at all. I never have”.

“Huh…” Changbin wasn’t sure how to reply to that, how to feel about that, mad because he wasn’t able to succeed at intimidating people as an alpha?–after all, he had been wired to think of that as the norm–or feel happy because he was able to make you feel comfortable around him, even that one and only time he tried to intimate you? It was a lot to unpack, so he decided to ignore it, focusing instead on something else. “Fairy floss and peppercorns?”

“Mm. Fairy floss and peppercorns”, you stated simply, your gaze jumping from one of his eyes to the other.

Gulping the saliva that had collected in his mouth, and encouraged by the lack of judgement in your eyes, Changbin decided to come clean, too. “I’ve been… Trying to get away from you because I was embarrassed. Because I’m an alpha that also doesn’t feel comfortable in his own skin. I think it’s weird, out of the norm, but I like the way we cuddle, too. I’m sorry if I made you think you did anything wrong, you didn’t”.

You quite literally exhaled a sigh of relief, a soft smile making its way onto your face. “Good. Then let’s stop the awkwardness, yeah?”

Changbin nodded, a smile of his own painting on his lips. With one final bright smile, you finally turned away from him, opening the door to leave the server room and return to your work.

“And just so you know”, you said right before you stepped out the door, turning back to look at him. “I… I like fairy floss… And… And peppercorns”, Changbin’s eyes went wide in surprise. “So, you don’t need to feel embarrassed around me for being you”.

Before Changbin could say anything, you were already out of his sight, the door quietly clicking shut behind you. Changbin couldn’t quite understand what had just happened, but he felt heat spread on his face. Only that this time, it wasn’t out of embarrassment.

Changbin was truly, truly fond of rainy days like these, even more so now that he could spend them cuddling with you again. As soon as you talked to him in the server room, as soon as Changbin let himself be vulnerable with you, your cuddling sessions were back in order–if anything, they were even more frequent now.

Sometimes, when it was late at night and you felt particularly cold, you’d shyly knock on Changbin’s door, patiently waiting for him to signal you to come in, only to tuck yourself under the covers and push your body against his right after, and Changbin loved it. He’d often wake up in your arms, either with his head laying on your chest or with you spooning him from behind and dear heavens if he loved being a little spoon, your little spoon.

Changbin was used to cuddling his younger packmates, skinship wasn’t uncommon in their pack–on the contrary, everyone was stupidly touchy with each other–but when Changbin got to cuddle with you, it all felt so starkly different, warmer, safer, so he’d go into your arms as often as he could, just as he was doing now.

This was by far his favourite position to cuddle with you as of now, with one of your hands softly caressing his back and shoulders, with your fingers in his hair massaging his scalp, with his head on your chest, feeling your beating heart under his ear, feeling the rise and fall of your chest with each intake of breath, enjoying the cushion of your breasts. It was soothing, and Changbin would often find himself drifting off to sleep when you cuddled like this.

Today something was different, though. Among the pitter-patter of rain on the windows of your home, among the sounds of the third episode of Merlin you were watching today, he could also hear your heart, beating a bit faster than usual. So he couldn’t help himself when he asked, “you okay?”

“Mm”, was all you mumbled in response, your eyes still glued to the TV, your soft caresses not stopping.

Changbin simply hummed in response as well, closing his eyes again and burying his face further in the crook of your neck, almost brushing your skin with his nose. “You smell like autumn”, he couldn’t help but mumble.

“Like autumn?” You asked with a chuckle, burying your fingers further in his hair.

“Mm. Nutmeg and ginger. Like autumn and freshly baked cookies”.

You hummed, angling your head the tiniest bit to the side, almost as if you were giving Changbin more space to get even closer to your neck.

“I like freshly baked cookies…” He really couldn’t help himself when he inhaled deeply, taking in your comforting scent. It was almost overwhelming, how it coursed through his body, reaching areas deep within him, transporting him to that everlasting autumn. And maybe it was that feeling of comfort, or maybe it was the fact that he just couldn’t keep his urges hidden anymore, but before he knew it, he had pressed a soft kiss to your neck, right on your pulse point.

Changbin would’ve panicked once he realised what he’d done, but your reaction was enough for him not to. A satisfied hum that vibrated against his lips, your heartbeat picking up just the tiniest bit, and the fingers you had threaded in his hair almost, almost pushing him further into your neck. So, instead of shying away, he did it again, and again, and again, and again… Slowly, leisurely pressing kisses on the expanse of your neck to his heart’s content, revelling in the warmth of your skin on his lips.

However, Changbin quickly realised it wasn’t enough, that he had opened a dam in his heart that couldn’t be closed off anymore. So, emboldened by the lack of distress in your scent, by the quickening of your heartbeat, and by the almost inaudible rumble that started in your chest, his lips ventured further up, finding your cheek, and pressing soft kisses there, too. Many kisses. Pecks of his lips on your cheek where he could feel your skin heat up under his touch. And before he knew it, he found your lips, where he placed a kiss that lasted longer than the rest, a rumble of his own starting deep within his chest as he felt your lips react to him, pressing pecks of your own on his lips for as long as he did.

When Changbin pulled away from your lips and finally opened his eyes, he could’ve melted right then and there. There was a deep blush spreading all over your cheeks, but you looked so relaxed as you looked back at him, so content, he started to feel his cheeks heat up as well. Changbin was going to say something, to address what he had just done, but before he could, your hand was on his nape, pulling him down to you, sealing your mouths again.

This kiss wasn’t the same, though. It was loaded, heated, your tongue softly swiping over his bottom lip to get him to open his mouth, which he couldn’t help but do as soon as he registered the movement of your wet muscle on his skin. Your fingers threaded in his hair, holding the strands firmly between your fingers to angle his head to your liking as your tongues got acquaintanced with one another. Your previously barely audible rumble was now reverberating against Changbin’s chest full force, and the combination of his and yours had the whole sofa vibrating as you continued to kiss.

Soon, the sound of the raindrops hitting your windows, the sound of Merlin and Arthur speaking in the background, and the sound of your combined, synced rumble mingled with the wet sounds of your kiss, that, added to the overall feeling of it, to the feeling of your tongue and your lips against his, to the warmth of your body below him, had Changbin’s head spinning. And it all only intensified the moment he started to smell the change in your scent, from its usually relaxed tint to what Changbin knew to be lust, and he was sure you were noticing it in his, too. There was no way you wouldn’t, not when each graze of your tongue against his had all the blood rushing from his head to his crotch, and eventually you would notice that, too.

Pulling on his hair you got Changbin to detach his lips from yours, got him to look at you. “Changbin…” Your eyes darted all around his face, from his eyes to his nose to his lips and back up, and when you finally looked him in the eyes again, Changbin couldn’t help but swallow the saliva that had collected in his mouth.

“I like you”, you said simply, the words rolling off of your tongue easily as you stared confidently into his eyes, just as he stared right back.

“I like you, too, pup. So mu–” Before he could finish talking your lips were on his again, making him moan.

“How much?” You mumbled against his lips, just as he felt your legs shuffle below him, shuffle so you could press one of them further against his crotch, feeling him up.

“So, so much”, Changbin mumbled back between pecks of his lips, rolling his hips the tiniest bit so you could feel him even more. “Can’t you feel it?”

“Mm, I can”, your free hand set a trail down his spine, and Changbin couldn’t help but shiver with the motion. “But I want you to show me”.

Changbin’s mouth detached from yours then, so he could look you in the eyes. Your pupils were blown, your scent was everywhere, almost clouding his senses completely, but he had to ask. “You… You sure?”

“Positive”, the hand you had on his lower back moved further down, for you to grab a handful of his bum. “Are you?”

His lips were back on yours in an instant, a shared moan of relief escaping you both upon contact, getting lost in the other’s mouth. Changbin trailed kisses from your mouth, to your cheek, finally finding himself back on your neck, inhaling your scent and kissing your pulsepoint to mumble a ‘so fucking sure’ against your skin just as his hand sneaked below your shirt, dragging all the way from your belly to finally settle on your ribs. He wanted to be careful, he wanted to enjoy it, he wanted you to enjoy it, and before his brain could send the signal to his hand, your hand was already on his, pushing his further up to cup your breast.

Changbin couldn’t help but groan as he squeezed and kneaded the tender flesh, relishing the way your breath hitched in your throat from the motions of his hand. “Is there anything I shouldn’t do?” He mumbled against your neck, just as his thumb grazed your nipple.

“Don’t call me degrading names”, he could feel the movement of your throat against his lips as you swallowed, and he acknowledged your request with a hum. “Let’s… Let’s keep it simple for now, is that okay with you?”

Changbin moved away from your neck to look you in the eyes, the movement of his thumb on your nipple stopping, but he kept his hand there. “Yes. Tell me anything you want and I’ll do it. Anything”.

“Anything?”

Changbin nodded, so you continued. “I’ve been thinking… Fantasising…”

“Oh, have you? Of?” Changbin couldn’t help but smirk, making you scoff a laugh.

“Yes. Don’t look so smug, makes me want to wipe the look off of your face”, you pressed your leg further against him, making him inhale deeply. “Give me head”.

Changbin’s mouth watered immediately. And it was just as he was about to move his hand off of your breast that you added, “always wanted to know how it felt like”.

Changbin paused his movements immediately, seeking your gaze. “You… Never?”

You shook your head. “Never”.

Changbin couldn’t help but scoff, incredulous, mumbling a ‘what a shitty alpha’ that made you chuckle before he started his descent down your body. You wanted him to give you head? Oh, he would give you head. He’d give you the best head he’d ever given. Hooking his fingers on the waistband of your shorts, he gave you a final look, seeking your confirmation, which you gave him almost immediately, so he pulled the shorts off of your legs. You weren’t wearing any underwear, and he would’ve commented on it had he not been too focused on the sight.

Admittedly, he had thought about this, too. Too many times, maybe too frequently, and now that Changbin had your consent, now that he knew you wanted it, too, he was more than eager to comply with your wishes, bringing a hand to your core and spreading your folds with his fingers. He couldn’t help but swear under his breath, feeling himself grow impossibly hard as he stared, until finally, he dived, landing tentative licks on your clit that your thighs twitching and an incredulous ‘oh…’ falling from your lips.

He went slow first, letting you adjust to the feeling. Or at least, he tried to go slow first, it wasn’t long until your hand made its way to the back of his head, pushing his face further into you and making him groan. “More…”

So he gave you more, eagerly licking you, kissing you, tasting you, and in no time Changbin started to feel your grip on his hair tighten, your soft moans becoming louder and more frequent. That, coupled with the sight of your flushed cheeks looking back at him had him twitching and leaking in his underwear.

“You–You’d give me…. Anything? Anything I want?” You were breathless, pausing between words as you swallowed thickly.

Changbin simply hummed against your skin, nodding slightly, the movement of his tongue and his lips on you not stopping for one second.

“Finger me, too”, Changbin couldn’t help but groan against your heat as the words left your mouth, bringing a finger to your entrance to collect your essence, getting it wet before he finally pushed it in, earning him a satisfied groan from your lips. The warmth he felt around his digit had his mind reeling, and he wanted nothing more than to stuff you full and have you come undone under his tongue.

“More… Shit, Binnie, I’m not gonna break, give me more”.

Who was he to deny such a request? Changbin quickly added another finger, letting you adjust as he pumped in and out of you, as he rubbed all those sensitive spots within your warm walls, until eventually, he added another, and then another… Stuffing you full of four of his fingers to stretch you open as much as he could without causing any discomfort, with his lips around your clit and his tongue flicking it in his mouth.

Your other hand eventually joined the other one that had been tugging on his hair, holding Changbin’s head in place as you rolled your hips to rub yourself against his tongue, to push yourself against his fingers, the most delicious noises leaving your lips, moans and groans and grunts and swears, and it was all so much, so much and so good, and he truly, truly wanted to make you come.

“Shit… Fuck, I’m–” Your words died on your tongue, replaced by a restrained moan as you bit your lower lip to contain the sound within your mouth.

And then finally, after a few more thrusts of his fingers, after a few more flicks of his tongue, Changbin felt your walls clench around his digits, the repeating flutter ripping a growl out of his chest as he continued his movements to help you ride your high. It wasn’t until then that he realised he had been rutting against the sofa, the action would’ve made him feel embarrassed had he not been too enthralled by the blissed expression on your face to care.

Your hands finally moved away from Changbin’s head as you lightly gasped for air, propping yourself on your elbows to look at him, just as he removed his mouth and his fingers from your core to pepper kisses on your thighs and to spread the remnants of your release on the soft skin.

“Well, fuck…” You were panting slightly, a soft chuckle falling from your lips.

“Did that show you how much I like you?” A smirk made its way onto Changbin’s face as he took in the sight of your flushed cheeks.

You simply nodded, eagerly. “Now… Sit down and let me show you”.

Changbin did as asked, sitting on the sofa just as you straddled his lap, bringing your mouth to his for a heated kiss. Tugging on his shirt, you mumbled an ‘off’, moving away from his mouth just so you could remove the garment from his frame. “Fuck, look at these”, your hands found his pecks, squishing the relaxed muscles of his chest, feeling him up as your eyes fixed on the movement of your hands.

“My eyes are up here, pup”, Changbin couldn’t help but chuckle, his hands finding purchase on your waist.

“Uhum, and your tits are down here, shit”, you squeezed him a few times, making him laugh, a truly hearty laugh and he couldn’t help his cheeks from heating up. You finally turned your eyes back up to his, smirking. “Getting me all distracted with these, damn”.

Before Changbin could even reply to your comment, you had already tugged your shirt swiftly off of you as well, and he couldn’t help but zero in on your breasts as they jiggled slightly with the motion, making him swallow thickly. Taking a hold of his jaw you pulled his head up to make him look at you with a smirk plastered on your face. “My eyes are up here, Bin”, with that you connected your mouth to his, sealing your words with a heated kiss.

Changbin couldn’t stop his hands from moving lower, settling on your bum to fondle the flesh, a desperate groan falling from his lips and disappearing into your mouth once you leaned forward, pressing your bare chest against his and laying your hand palm flat on his abs, letting him enjoy the warmth of your bare skin against his. Trailing your hand further down, you settled on his crotch, finding his bulge with ease and feeling him up, making him buck his hips forward.

“Wanna touch you, Bin”, you mumbled against his lips, emphasising your words with a squeeze on the outline of his length.

“Touch me”, Changbin was surprised at how desperate his own voice came out, but he was honestly too horny, too distracted by your touch, by your warmth, by your scent, to care at all. “Touch me however you want…”

Sneaking your hand under his shorts and his underwear, your palm made contact with his bare skin, and he couldn’t help but inhale deeply, an action he did to try to ground himself, but that only made him take in more of your delicious scent, further clouding his senses. Resting your weight on your knees you hovered over his lap a bit to pull the garments down enough to free his length, lowering yourself on his thighs and wrapping your hand around him immediately after.

“Fuck… Wanna… Wanna touch you, too”, Changbin couldn’t help but moan as you tightened your grip around his cock, pumping him almost teasingly.

“Touch me”, you mumbled against his lips, and it was all he needed to move one of his hands from where it was gripping your rear to your core, easing two of his fingers into you, scissoring you open, relishing the way you moaned as soon as he did.

“You’re so hard, Binnie. Is this all for me?” You were breathing heavily, talking between kisses as you rolled your hips ever so slightly to enhance the feel of Changbin’s fingers within your walls. Separating your lips from his for a bit, you removed your hand from him, bringing it instead close to your mouth so you could spit on it, wrapping it around his cock immediately after and starting a fast pace around him.

“All for you, shit…” The feel of your hand around him, pumping him, your walls around his fingers, clenching with every single one of his movements, had him twitching and leaking in your hand, had his mind racing and his mouth watering with every single movement. “Want you…”

“Mmm… Want you, too”, your hand around his length slowed down, just as you kissed him briefly. “Condom?” You mumbled against his lips, moving away to press kisses on his neck.

Changbin gulped, trying not to get too distracted by the feel of your tongue on his pulse point. “In my bedroom”.

You hummed, grazing your teeth against his skin, making Changbin inhale a shaky breath. “Your bedroom it is”.

Removing his fingers from your core, Changbin brought both hands to your rear, making sure his hold was secure before he stood up from the sofa, carrying you safely in his arms as you continued to press kisses on his neck, admittedly making his steps less steady than they should’ve been, especially when you started to mumble in his ear just as you tugged on his hair. “Want you in me, Binnie. So bad…”

“You’ll have me, pup. However you want”, Changbin dropped you on his bed, pulling the drawer of his bedside table with more force than necessary, making everything in it ungraciously rattle with the motion. He found the box of condoms with ease, dropping it on his bed right next to where you had propped yourself on his pillows before he got rid of his shorts and his underwear, and crawled on top of you, claiming your lips once again.

The feel of your bare chest against his again had Changbin groaning upon contact, you were warm and soft and he wanted nothing more than to continue feeling your body against his, nothing more than to bury himself in your cunt and give you anything you asked him for. Changbin felt your hand reaching for the box of condoms as you kissed, and by the time he had propped himself up away from your mouth you had already torn the foil open and taken the condom out.

Licking your lips, you took his length in your hand, pumping him a few times, making Changbin swear under his breath. “Scoot back a bit”, you instructed him, and he did, moving away from you just as you pushed on his chest until he was sitting on the bed. Slowly, carefully, you slid the condom down his cock, Changbin’s hand wrapping around himself right after to make sure it was secure in place with a couple of pumps just as you leaned in to kiss him.

“Sit more comfortably, Bin”, you mumbled against his lips. “Wanna ride you”.

Changbin did as asked, holding his breath as you straddled his hips and took a hold of his cock, lining it with your entrance, until you finally sank down on him, taking him in in one easy motion. There was a shared groan of relief, and a loud ‘fuck’ falling from your lips as soon as he was buried to the hilt within your walls. Your warmth, the way he fit within your walls, had his senses on edge, and Changbin’s self-inflicted months of celibacy were certainly catching up to him right now.

“Shit, puppy… Don’t think I’ll last, you’re so fucking tig–” Changbin choked on his words as you started to move, bouncing up and down his length with fervour, barely giving him any time to catch his breath.

“And you’re so fucking big”, taking a hold of his hair, you tugged his head back, making him grunt and his cock twitch. “So fucking big like the alpha you are, huh? Stretching me open so good with your fucking monster cock, fuck…” Your lips were on his in an instant, and Changbin felt himself flush. The movement of your hips, the hold you had on his hair, and the words you were saying to him had him moaning against your mouth, he would’ve felt embarrassed, had he not been completely engulfed in your scent, almost overwhelmed by how horny you were, by how horny he was.

With his hands on your rear, Changbin bounced you up and down his length, aiding your own movement and gripping your flesh tightly, making you squeal. And when you removed your mouth from his to attach it to his neck and suck harshly on his skin he decided he didn’t want to hold back in any way, if there was anyone he knew that wouldn’t judge him it was you. So he moved his head, baring his neck further for you, just as he felt his cock leak fluids into the latex. “More… Puppy, more… Please…”

He was barely making any sense, but it seemed like you understood him, since you continued to pepper love bites on his neck, and Changbin had to make the conscious effort not to drool. Alphas shouldn’t let others close to their neck like this, it was an act of vulnerability, of submission, and it was much worse to let others mark them. A love bite was, essentially, a wound, and a wound on the neck of an alpha was usually something to be ashamed of. But alas, Changbin was no ordinary alpha, just like you were no ordinary omega.

When you pulled your lips away from his neck and looked him in the eyes, Changbin couldn’t help but tighten his grip on your rear and bounce you faster on his cock, making you throw your head back and bite your lip to muffle a groan. “Fuck… Warm… Tight…” Changbin could barely talk, he was feeling lightheaded, the feel, the sight, the scent… It was too much.

“You look so pretty, Binnie. So fucking pretty”, you were also breathless, your sentences breaking between moans and groans of your own, and Changbin’s brain was close to shutting off completely, his body moving almost on instinct as he brought a hand to your clit, diligently rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves that had your cunt clenching harder around his cock and whines falling from your mouth.

Your walls had a vice grip on his cock and Changbin felt his abdomen tensing further the more you bounced on top of him, reaching dangerously close. So his hand sped up, determined to get you to your peak, too. “Close…”

“Close, Binnie? Me too. So, so close… Almost there…” Changbin could only frantically nod to your question. “Wanna… Wanna come around my alpha’s cock, fuck…” Changbin couldn’t help but groan, my alpha, my alpha, my alpha, those two words wouldn’t stop resonating in his head, and his reason was slipping between his fingers the more you moved, the more you talked, words of his own starting to play in his mind, my omega, my omega, my omega.

“Wanna make my omega come… Wanna… Wanna come for my omega, too. Please, puppy…” With a few more flicks of his fingers on your clit, Changbin felt you tense up, a quick warning flying past your lips, the movement of your hips stopping as you finally came undone, trembling on top of him.

Returning his hand to your rear, Changbin bounced you on his cock as fast and hard as he could, chasing his own release, feeling his abdomen tighten further and further until finally, he came, a groan of relief flying past his lips as his seed filled the condom and he pushed your hips flush to his to keep you around him for as long as possible just as he dropped his body to the bed, completely spent. “Fuck…”

You leaned into him, pressing kisses on his face, his neck, softly caressing the skin of his chest, making him flush further. “Fuck indeed”, was all you said, which made him chuckle, incredulous.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, Changbin hugged you tightly for a moment, only to release you almost right after. “Gotta get rid of the condom, pup”.

You straightened yourself, pouting, making him chuckle just as he held the condom at the base of his cock for you to remove yourself from him. As soon as he was sitting again he carefully removed the latex from his length, tying a knot and ungracefully dropping it on the floor to pick up later. Clean up could wait, there was something more important he wanted to do right now. So Changbin laid back down next to where you were, pulling you close to feel your bare skin against his and kiss you deeply, a satisfied hum resonating within you as he did.

When you pulled back from his kiss, you regarded him with a smile that could’ve easily outshine the sun, and you brought a hand to his neck, caressing his skin softly. “Can’t believe you… You trust me enough to let me do this”.

“I’d trust you with anything”, and as Changbin said it, he knew it was true. “I’ve been… Hiding myself, my real self for so long. I don’t want to anymore”.

“I don’t want to, either. Hide my real self… I trust you, too. You make me feel safe, Bin. I do want you to… To be my alpha for real”.

Changbin felt himself flush, but he also felt like teasing you a bit, so he did. “That’d be a problem, then, Chris is the alpha of our pack!”

“Oh, God”, you groaned and weakly slapped his chest. “You know what I mean!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean”, Changbin felt as if his face was going to split open from how wide he was smiling, and, pulling you to him, he placed another kiss on your lips. “I want you as my omega for real, too”.

With a soft chuckle, you pressed a peck on his lips. “Let’s do that, then”.

“Yeah, let’s do that”, cupping your cheek, Changbin simply leaned in and kissed you, relishing the rumble that started to resonate again in your chest, just as his own rumble did, too.

Author’s Notex2: if you want to read more of this couple you can checkout my sort of part 2 to this: Heat.

Constructive feedback is always welcome :)

Changbin’s WereRoomies Instalments: Finding Comfort in Autumn · Heat · The Love I Always Dreamt Of.

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kaslovestsuki · 10 months

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Could I request a tsukishima x reader where hes mean so mean to everyone else but the reader? Like— he can't be mean to her even if he tried

YES, I LOVE THE IDEA OF THIS SMMM

! Fluff writing for Baby Tsukishima!

Fem! Reader

Warnings: none

He never understood why you effected him so much but you did. He could never seem to keep his snarky attitude up when you were with him, but in a way it was comforting.

"HEY, WHY DO YOU GOTTA BE SO MEAN?!" Tsukishima laughed at the short ginger as he kept complaining. "Because it's just too easy, plus I'm surprised you're smart enough to even comprehend my sarcasm." Kei snickered as he kept teasing poor Hinata. "Oh!, Hey y/n what are you doing here?" Kei seemed to have frozen up hearing your name. "I'm just here for Tsukki, he left something in the classroom." You slowly walked towards him and he still didn't dare to move a muscle. "Hey Tsukki, here's your headphones. You seriously need to remember to bring them with you." You lightly laughing as you spoke. "T-thank you, y/n." Everyone seemed shocked at how nice he was to you. You said by to the other members and left. "Oooo Tsuki's got a girlfriend~" he glared at Tanaka for the statement making the man freeze. "She's not my girlfriend, so shut your trap." He walked off to out his headphones away and get ready for lunch. He always knew where to find you during lunch, on the roof. You were eating lunch as you heard the metal door creak open and turning to see the tall blonde. "Oh hey Tsukishima, what are you doing up here?" He just gave you a small glance and sat down. "Hey y/n, can I ask you something?" He still wouldn't look at you and you couldn't help but to be somewhat worried. "Yes of course you can." You smiled slightly. "If someone confessed to you....what would you say?" He looked up at you with pink painting his face. You couldn't help but smile seeing him so adorable. "I'd turn them down because I always have my sights set on someone." He seemed to have broken at that statement and before you could explain he had already gone. "Hey Tsukki, wanna hang out after school today?" He knew that voice, his childhood best friend, and yet he had so much pent up emotions and snapped. "Tadashi today's really not the day can you just leave me alone for fucks sake." The freckled boy just nodded and walked away. Pretty much anybody that even looked in Kei's direction got lit ablaze. He was on his way out to go home and he noticed what sounded like running heading towards him, before he could even speak your arms were tight around his waist not letting go. "KEI I'M SORRY, I LOVE YOU THAT'S WHAT I WAS MEANING I'M SORRY FOR NOT SAYING IT SOON ENOUGH!" As much as he wanted to be sarcastic and be a bitch he just couldn't muster up the courage to do it. He loved you too much to ever say anything harsh towards you. He slowly hugged you back and putting his head in your neck, "It's okay, I'm sorry for running off without letting you explain. I should've let you talk before I got upset." You both stayed silent for a while and just held each other until you pulled away to look up at him. "I really do love you Kei." He couldn't help but to blush at your words, he never thought he'd hear you say. "I love you too, y/n...I always have."

Writer's note: I'm sorry if this is bad, but today had not been my day. I've been struggling with work and family stuff but I'm happy you guys enjoy my work <3

#fandom #fanfic #hq!!#fluff #haikyuu!!#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x you #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq tsukishima

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Who's small now?

Summary: Drunk/Tickle fic. A tipsy Dazai ruins Chuuyas evening of high-quality dining, leading to both of them being hopelessly drunk in a park somewhere. Dazai insists on cheering Chuuya up after spoiling his meal.

Ler Dazai, Lee Chuuya.

Tw: Alcohol use, long fic

I swear I didn't mean for this to turn into an entire bleddy episode 😭 I just love them so much, I can't help going off when I write about them! Plz don't flop I beg 😭😭😭

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"Chuuuuyaaaa! Come down pwease! I-I swears I di'n mean to make you mad." A half-undressed Dazai slurred, looking up into a tree, his chin pressed against the bark as he made grabby hands up at the angry cat-like ginger who was currently held up in the branches.

"No! You uncultured bean-pole!" He hiccuped in response, clinging to the almost empty bottle of expensive Château d'Yquem, sniffling dramatically. "This was'sposed to be my evening! My time for sophisititated dining, and you, youuuu ruined it!" The short man fussed, taking another swig of his beverage, his legs dangling either side of the large branch he was perched upon.

~Flashback~

"Your Kobe beef main course, sir." Chuuya was presented with a fine four-thousand, five hundred yen meal in his fancy booth. He'd been waiting for this night for months. No work. No worries. Just him and a full-course meal of fine dining. He gave a nod to the server, gleefully looking at his meal, relishing how the meat still sizzled slightly as he poked his fork into it-

BANG!

"Chuuya! Heeeeey! Chuuuya!" His meal was interrupted by the sound of someone banging on the window outside. The voice far too familiar for comfort. Dazai. "Ignore him, Chuuya... He'll leave soon enough." The ginger sighed to himself, not daring to look up from his plate as he started to eat.

"Oiiii! Chuuya! Heeey!" The man outside continued to drum on the window, waving and jumping, just trying to get his attention. "CHUUUUUUUYA!"

"GOD DAMN IT!" Chuuya snapped, standing from his seat and glaring at the fool outside. "Get out of here you damn imbecile!" He growled trying to shoo the stray away. Dazai just grinned back, pressing his face against the window, steaming up the outside. He was clearly befuddled, no doubt he'd been sipping cheap whisky all day.

"I gonna kill him-" Chuuya grumbled, holding his head in his hands, looking up as he was approached by the staff. "Sir, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave. You and your friend are causing a disturbance."

"Haaah?! Me?! He just showed up, I'm not even with him!" He debated with a growl, Dazai still calling him outside, making the couple sitting by the window very uncomfortable as he drew a heart in the fogged-up glass.

Moments later, Chuuya was sent from the restaurant, bottle of wine in hand as he turned to hurl insults at the staff. "You absolute morons! I paid good money to eat here! That man isn't even a friend, he's just-! DAMN IT DAZAI!" He advanced on the taller man, roughly snatching the front of his coat, yanking him down to his level.

"See what you did?!" Dazai grinned, his cheeks warm and red as he placed a finger on Chuuyas nose, almost poking him in the eye. "Ihihi got my buddy, Chuuya to come 'n' join me." He giggled. Chuuya cringed at the smell that came from Daza's lips, shoving him away. Doubtlessly cheap whisky. "I'm not joining you! I'm going home. I'll not have you ruin the rest of my evening." He waved Dazai off, taking a swig of his wine. He left the cork in the restaurant, so didn't want it to get tempered.

"Naww don't be such a widdle pissy baby." Dazai chimed, following him down the street, tripping on the uneven stone slabs. "C'mon, pwease jus' come hang out with me?" He whimpered, grabbing hold of the tail of Chuuyas coat and using it as a tether to keep them close.

"My god you're the worst." Another swig of wine. And another for good measure. "Look, Dazai, you're pissed, and I don't have the patience to deal with you right now. Got it?"

"Soooo, drink up~" Dazai chuckled, tilting the wine bottle towards his friend's face with a wobbly hand, hiccuping again. "We both know tha- hic that you love ya goop juice~"

"Who the hell let you in public whilst you're this toddled?" Chuuya deadpanned, taking a drink anyway. "Now. Go home. I'm not making sure you get there safe after the stunt you pulled last time. Leaving me in the field like that. What kind of asshole-" He took a deep breath, yanking his coat from Dazais hands and kept walking.

For some reason, Chuuya never made it home. Instead, he spent the next half an hour wandering the town, trying to get Dazai off his tail. He probably just wanted to go sit somewhere quietly without the brunette bothering him, maybe find another restaurant or bar too relax in. This plan did not happen.

"Hey, hey, Chuuya, you-? Hic Chuuya? H-ave I ever told yous how much I like ya hat? 'S a real cool hat." Dazai's condition had only gotten worse. So had Chuuyas. Constantly sipping away to try distract himself from Dazai's constant rambling.

"Dazai! Y'know what? You-"

"What?"

"Shuddup! You, you are as hic tall as you are sssstupid!" Chuuya slurred, pressing a finger to Dazais chest, leaning right into him for a moment as he lost his balance. "Stupid!" He repeated in a high-pitched tone, pushing himself away. The brunette teared up, sniffling at the atrocious insult.

"I'm not stupid! You're jus' small!"

"Small?"

"Yeh! Small! Small and mean! Like hic like a angry litte, little person!" Chuuya glared up at the four tall men standing in front of him, trying to pick which one to slap, which wasn't easy since they just kept dancing around. "I- hic I'll show you small! You and your friends!" At some point, the two had wandered into a little field with a small play park in the centre, Chuuya squinted, spotting a nice tree, fit for showing Dazai just how wrong he is!

The gravity-defying gang member stumbled his way over to the tree, scrambling up the trunk with his wine tucked under his arm. He straddled a large branch, sneering down at Dazai. "HAH! See? Who's small now? D-azai?" He pointed to the taller man as he stared up from the base of the tree.

"Tha's not fair! M' comin' up!" He shrugged his coat off, fighting to free himself from the tricky sleeves as he let the garment drop onto the grass.

"No! Tsssss-! You stay down hic there! Where stupid little people belong!" Chuuya swiped a clawed hand at Dazai as he tried to scale the tree. To no avail, he was too wasted to even get both feet off the ground.

"But Chuuy-AH!" His ankle slipped from the tree trunk and he landed on his backside in the grass, a shoe flying off, landing somewhere nearby.

And here they were. Two drunken idiots. One hiding from the other in a tree. In a park. In the middle of the night.

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"Youuu ruined it!" Chuuya glared, finishing his wine. Dazai hugged the tree his friend was hiding in, his little alcohol-stricken brain trying to figure something out. A scheme, a plan, to get his buddie down from the tree.

It wasn't a very tall tree. As Dazai soon figured out. Chuuyas dangling feet were just within reach. He grinned, creeping underneath the rambling drunk on the branch.

"And- And you're just always there to ruin my fun! Bean-pole, stupid- Ah?" Chuuya stammered, feeling something grip his ankle. He leaned over, seeing Dazai latched onto his leg, casually pulling his shoe off. "Oi! Get offa me! Damn hobo, these shoes are hic more expensive than your whole, entire life!" He kicked and swiped at Dazai, unaware of the danger he was in.

"Heeeey, Chuuya~ You reeeally don't hic wanna come down?" Dazai chimed, tracing a single finger up and down Chuuyas socked sole.

"Gh-!?" Chuuya tensed up, dropping the wine bottle he had been cradling in favour of hugging the tree branch instead. "Stop that! Dahazai! I-I'm not coming dAHAHA!" He squealed as Dazai clawed ruthlessly at the trapped foot.

"Chuuuyaaaaa~ Still tickly as ever I sehehee~" Dazai giggled, watching as Chuuya leaned over, trying to swat his hand away.

"I sahahaid st-WOAH!" The ginger lost his balance, leaning too far off the branch and tumbling down on top of Dazai, landing against his chest with a thud. Luckily they were both too drunk to feel any pain, the next morning would be a different story.

"Ugh... Damn it Dazai!" Chuuya huffed, clumsily trying to climb off his flattened friend, somehow managing to end up on his back instead, still on top of Dazai. "Tha's it. I'm going... Hic going home."

"Nope!" Dazai suddenly wrapped his arms around Chuuyas waist, holding him close as he nuzzled behind his friend's ear, grinning as he heard him giggle. "You's not going anywhere till I say so." He chuckled.

"Nooo! Dahazai! I swear if, if you don't lemme go I will hic make you, really, very unhappy."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! I'll k-kyahaha!" The smaller man's threats fell silent as he felt a set of eight nimble and experienced fingers start to wriggle into his sides. "Stahap! Dazahai! Shihit!" He beat at Dazai's arms, his legs flailing helplessly. Dazai had that coala grip on him. Banished to tickle prison.

"Coochie, coochie, coooo~ Nahahawww, you're so wriggly~" The tormentor grinned, genuinely happy to be in this situation. Lying on the grass in the moonlight, hugging his best friend, having to put in minimum effort to make him smile.

"Dazai!" Chuuya's cheeks flushed red as his shirt and waistcoat rode up, he hastily tried to pull them back down before Dazai noticed. As if. With Chuuya still trapped, Dazai shot his hands up under the friend's shirt, squeezing and shaking into his bony little ribs.

"Nahaha! Ahaha! Dahahazai!" His feet pressed into the grass as he tried to buck himself free, grabbing hold of Dazai's wrists as his nose scrunched with laughter. His ribs were always a bad spot. And of course, his teen-hood friend knew this.

"I can do this aaaaallll night~" He jeered before sneezing as Chuuyas messed hair tickled his nose. The larger man sat up, still holding his giggly friend to his chest as he rubbed his nose with a free hand. "Heh, s'cuse me." He hiccuped.

Chuuya caught his breath before trying to wriggle free again. "Aight! You've had your fun now hic lemme go. Wah!" He yelped as Dazai flipped their positions, manoeuvring the tiny drunken male with ease. Laying him on the grass and sitting on his waist.

"Indeed I have, my small frien-"

"You're small!"

"Smaaaall, tiny, friend. But have you had your fun?" He laughed at Chuuyas confused, giddy expression before going to town on his sides again, spidering up and down his tiny waist with his professional tickling fingers.

Chuuya threw his head back as he howled with laughter, his hat finally falling from his head, and rolling across the grass before Dazai snatched it up, putting it upon his own head, lop-sided.

"Stahap! Get ohohoff! NAHAHA!"

"How'd- hic How'd ya think I look? Pretty stylish, huh?" Dazai giggled.

"Stupid! You look st-AHAHAAA" He kicked his legs as Dazai shifted up to his ribs again. His hair getting tangled and wild. The alcohol seemed to make all his strength disappear and soon all he could do was lay there and take it, a brave hand occasionally trying to grapple Dazai's, failing each time.

Dazai laughed with him, his cheeks just as red and warm as Chuuyas, almost as out of breath too with the effort of willing his tipsy body to keep tickling.

"Plehease! Okahay! M'gonna peheheee! I'm gonna pihiss myself! Dahazai!" Teary eyed and with a small amount of dribble falling from his lip, Chuuya was finally released. Dazai just sitting beside him on the grass with a huff as he poked Chuuyas nose.

"Ya dead?"

"Hah... Hah... Noho... Buhut... Aha... You're gonna be-" He stumbled to his feet, everything spinning around him as he tried to keep his balance. "Gimme... Hah... My hat..."

"What hat?" Damn Dazai. Too drunk to actually remember he was wearing it.

"My hat! S'on ya noggin! Look!" He pointed inaccurately, his aim all over the shop.

Dazai tilted his head upwards, trying to look at his head. Leaning too far and flopping onto his back, the hat tumbling onto the grass.

"Oh! That hat." He giggled, looking at it upside-down as Chuuya grabbed it, almost falling on his face as he bent over. "Right. I-I have jus' about had enough hic of your silly-ness, Dazai, so g'night-" With his hat on backwards, Chuuya wobbled his way towards the playground, tripping several times on the way.

"Lemme come too!" A groggy Dazai called, giggling to himself as he tried to stand up. It wasn't easy, but he just about managed to make it to the playground.

"No! I'm sleepin' here. You, you go somewhere else!" Chuuya waved him away as he crawled into what he thought looked like a comfy place to crash. Inside one of those yellow plastic tunnels, the kids run through. He slumped down on his front, barely able to stay awake at this point.

"Oi... Scooch over." Dazai cooed, crawling in beside him. It was a tight fit, but it was snug. "Aaaah... Go awayyy." Chuuya whined, batting at Dazais face with a limp wrist.

"Shhh, m'tryna sleep..." Dazai responded, already halfway there. Chuuya didn't have the energy or knowledge to protest anymore and the two were soon passed out inside this temporary shelter, snoring happily.

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"Good thing we decided to track his phone... Makes my job much easier." An irritated Atsushi sighed, following a tracker that was supposed to lead him to Dazai. The members at the agency were only worried because it was Dazai's turn to pay for their meals today. So they sent the weartiger to hunt him down.

"Let's see... The play park? Oh god, is he stuck in the slide again?" The white haired boy thought out loud, heading the short distance through the field towards where the tracker was pointed.

"Wait... Is this?" He paused, finding Dazai's coat and stray shoe on the ground.

"The hell has he been up to? Dazai! Oi! Dazaiii!" He called, bundling up the coat as he continued walking.

"Da-!" He stopped in his tracks, spotting a familiar face across the way. Akutagawa. Their eyes met immediately, both freezing on the spot.

"What are you doing here?" Atsushi called, eyeing him carefully.

"I'm not here to fight you, weartiger. Not now anyway." The back-clad male called, he too was carrying a single shoe. "I'm just looking for someone. You'd be wise to stay out of my way." He threatened, his shadow-like power surging slightly.

"Really? Me too! I-I'm just looking for Dazai! Truce? Yeah?" The weartiger smiled hopefully.

Akutagawa sighed, his power receding. "Fine. Truce."

With that out of the way, the two started searching for their higher-ups. Until Atsushi came across an unbelievable sight.

"Uh... Hey, Akutagawa." He waved the gang member over, pointing into part of the playground.

"What is it? Aren't you a little old to be wanting to play in-" He stopped mid-sentence, his brain completely flat-lining at the sight. There, curled up together inside the yellow pipe were Dazai and Chuuya. Dazai was sprawled on his back with Chuuya clinging to his side, a small dark patch of drool had accumulated on Dazai's chest where the redhead slept.

Both snoring away, open-mouthed, blissfully unaware of the situation they were in.

Atsushi and Akutagawa gave each other a look before nodding and taking a photo in unison. "Never speak of this to anyone else." Akutagawa said quietly. Atsushi nodded.

"So.... Who's gonna wake them?"

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd tickle fic #bsd drunk fic #drunk dazai #drunk chuuya #ler dazai #lee chuuya #rachi roo #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu

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part seven: leaving the nest.

Martyn prepares to leave, but before he could do that, he eavesdrops on certain hunters....

And that's a wrap on arc one! Next year we'll be starting off arc two, and boy... I don't think you're ready. :)

Martyn hasn’t seen Scott since he left two days ago.

Maybe Martyn shouldn’t be worrying about it, but he was.

Scott had mentioned that he’d be away for a while, but maybe Martyn messed it up by upsetting the ginger at that last moment. Martyn had lashed out at Scott for wanting to leave the beasts alone, and while he didn’t mean to snap, he didn’t see how they could just leave them alone either. If they did, the monsters would continue killing and people would still die.

He couldn’t afford grieving over more death.

He was still hurting over just two of them.

He didn’t need more.

Today was the day the Canaries departed from town. After gathering all the supplies they needed, they had a few more hours to say their goodbyes and once more engage the sea. Martyn wanted to use this time to find Scott. He wanted to apologize better, to have a good memory with him before Martyn left with his crew, hoping to return battle-worn and with proof of a sea prince’s existence.

Martyn looked around for the ginger, but he didn’t see him anywhere. He had to be around. There was no way they were leaving without a proper goodbye. He wasn’t sure where Scott would be; he checked the town square, listening for any sounds of birdsong, but nothing. He felt like he’d punched himself in the gut, he shouldn’t have been so reckless.

However, Martyn did see those Kestrels, Sausage and Joey. They were up ahead, and neither seemed to have noticed Martyn.

That was probably because of all the people hanging around.

It was a bit past noon. People were out and about, they had places to be and things to do.

Sausage and Joey were walking past some vendors, not paying attention to what the people were selling. Martyn moved through the crowd, slowly making his way to Sausage and Joey, trying to catch their conversation. He didn’t like that they were here, and he wanted to know why they could just randomly show up again.

“It’s a bit worrying, isn’t it?” Joey put his hands in his pocket, lowering his head.

Sausage nodded, “I’d say. I hate that we have to be here in the first place,” he crossed his arms. “Honestly, if I were in his place, I would’ve left already.”

Joey sighed, “You can say that again. I can’t believe we had to talk to his little boy toy.” He rubbed his forehead and groaned.

What were they talking about? Who were they talking about?

Martyn grit his teeth. He shouldn’t speak up. They shouldn’t know he was here.

The two Kestrels went further into the markets, Martyn struggled to keep up and maintain a low profile as they continued their walk.

Joey chuckled, “At least the place looked nice. Can’t say the same thing about the people though,” he shook his head. “All those noises… it’s infuriating.” He sighed.

“Thank the gods we’re getting out of here soon, then,” Sausage shrugged. “Any longer and I might actually lose my mind. He isn’t here now, at least.” He smirked at Joey.

Who isn’t here now?

They couldn’t be referring to Scott, could they? He wasn’t in the tavern, or in the areas surrounding it. Martyn had no idea where the ginger could’ve disappeared to.

Plus, they had talked to him a few days ago.

Martyn spoke up, “Did you do something to Scott?”

The two Kestrels whipped around at an instant, both harboring expressions of shock and annoyance. Joey pointed a finger at Martyn, “You..!” People began to move away from the scene as Joey’s eyes blazed in fury, “How long were you listening to us?!”

“Enough to be concerned,” Martyn rolled his eyes. Sausage’s eyebrows lowered, his hand over his gun. Martyn wasn’t afraid, but he didn’t want a fight. He stood his ground, “Answer my question, did you do something to Scott?”

Sausage tilted his head, “Why would we do anything to him? What, is he precious to you?” He narrowed his eyes.

Martyn nodded. “He is. You two coming here, talking to him,” he looked at both Kestrels, “What is this all about?”

Joey waved his hand, as if dismissing Martyn’s paranoia, “It’s none of your concern. Clearly you’ve never been taught to mind your own business.”

“I’ve been taught to look out for the people I care about.” Martyn spat. That seemed to have rattled those Kestrels.

You two aren’t stealthy enough to talk about this in broad daylight. That was your mistake.

More people began to flee the scene, tension rose as the thought of a fight loomed over the three of them. Martyn didn’t wish for a fight, but those two? They looked ready to tear him apart. The people who stayed for the supposed fight gave space for the two parties to circle around each other.

Martyn’s hand hovered over his knife. He wouldn’t risk a fight, but he wouldn’t want to risk an injury, either.

“Tough talk for the person who left Ren to die,” Sausage’s voice was loud and clear. He walked closer to Martyn, his voice quiet and shadowed the blonde, “He looked for you before we left port, you know.”

Ren.

Martyn could almost see Ren in front of him. His dark blue eyes, messy brown hair, were his red and gold wardrobe, his smile.

He died a long time ago.

Sausage laughed, Martyn snapped out of his thoughts. The man grinned as he walked towards Martyn, “Not so talkative now, huh? I understand. You never heard the full story of poor ol’ Ren’s death, have you?”

“Shut up.”

“Aw, come on Martyn,” Sausage abruptly pushed Martyn on the ground. He leaned over Martyn, his grin was sickening, “Where’s your fighting spirit, your boisterous attitude from when you were a Kestrel?” Martyn didn’t respond. He kept his eyes on the ground.

Sausage laughed, “That’s all gone now, isn’t it?”

“You’ve gotten soft. Your little songbirds won’t do you good,” Joey sneered, a smug grin on his face. “You’re nothing but a piece of–”

“Ah! Martyn! There you are.” A voice called out.

Scar.

Scar stood before Martyn and the Kestrels, holding his arm out, “Sorry, gents, but my friend and I have to leave soon. We’ve got a legendary hunt to do!” He laughed, turning around and reaching a hand out for Martyn to grab.

Scar pulled Martyn up and wrapped his arm around the blonde. Scar looked at the surrounding people and began to push through them, pulling Martyn along beside him. Scar kept glancing at Martyn as they moved through the crowd, but Martyn only looked at the ground.

He did glance back to see Joey and Sausage staring at him, anger in their eyes.

Joey rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Sausage’s eyes narrowed, “You’re nothing but a pathetic hunter, Martyn Woods,” he hissed, “Don’t you ever forget that.”

Martyn looked at the ground in front of him for the rest of the walk back to the ship.

They were a good distance away from the market when Scar finally spoke, “What happened back there?” He released Martyn from his hold, looking at him as Martyn bit his lip, “Those two looked really mad.”

Martyn crossed his arms, “You know how they are, Scar. They’re Kestrels.” He looked behind him, hoping they weren’t being followed by Sausage or Joey.

“You used to be one.” Scar tilted his head.

“Don’t remind me.”

“Nevermind them, then,” Scar shook his head, “Are you ready to search for that sea prince?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Martyn forced a smile, but his eyes looked anywhere else but at Scar. Scar hummed.

“You don’t sound like it.” Scar was a bubbly, excitable person, but he knew how to read someone’s emotions like a book. Martyn just wished he wouldn’t turn that skill onto him.

“I just…” Martyn sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “I feel like I’ve said the wrong thing to Scott. He didn’t look too happy when he left the other day.”

He didn’t like seeing Scott upset. He didn’t want to be the cause of Scott being upset either. The look of… hurt on Scott’s face was unbearable to look at. Scott was always the smiley, flirty tavernkeep that kept the fire in Martyn going.

Scar and Martyn continued to walk in silence. Scar stared out into the distance. Martyn avoided any eye contact.

Finally, Scar spoke again, “People are just like that,” he gave Martyn a friendly nudge. “Sometimes you accidentally say the wrong things, or do the wrong actions. What counts is that you do your best for them and make up, right?” He stared into the distance, sighing with a small smile on his face.

He was thinking about Grian, wasn’t he?

Martyn noticed the way Scar would act around the captain. Scar was loud and usually got into trouble, with Grian getting him out of it as soon as humanly possible, and the two of them would share this mutual look. Grian had even given Scar a gift for his birthday one time; a parrot feather earring. Martyn would catch Scar fondling or holding it when they weren’t hunting.

It was adorable.

“Yeah…” Martyn looked at the man and smiled. “Thanks, Scar.”

Scar patted Martyn’s back, the force suddenly startling him, “Anytime, fellow Canary! Now let’s get this hunting party started!” He laughed, punching his fists into the air. Martyn let out a small chuckle at Scar’s enthusiasm.

Their walk back to the ship was quiet, but it wasn’t a dreadful silence. Instead, it was a hopeful one.

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Martyn and Scar walked up the ramp to their ship. Scar gave Martyn a friendly pat on the back as the blonde smiled. “Martyn! Where were you?” Cleo called out as she approached the two, a warm smile on her face as she looked at both hunters.

“I’ve been… around, I guess,” Martyn shrugged, nodding at Scar as he walked off. He looked at Cleo, “I’m here now though.”

“Good that you are, we’ll be leaving soon,” Cleo hummed. Her eyes widened, “Oh, and Grian said he was looking for you earlier.”

Martyn tilted his head, “I’ll head over to him, then. Where’s Grian?”

“Captain’s quarters.”

“Thanks, Cleo.”

“Anytime.”

Martyn watched as Cleo walked over to Mumbo, Scar, and Bdubs. They smiled upon seeing her and immediately began to talk. Martyn looked around the ship, making his way to the captains’ quarters.

The captains’ quarters was a spacious room. Books and cabinets lay to the side with all sorts of manuscripts and items for leisure or for research purposes. The far back of the room had large windows with dark red curtains and a skull of one of the smaller monsters they’ve hunted hung on the wall. There was a huge desk that usually had papers and a quill, but a map was placed on top, covering the entire surface area as Lizzie and Joel stared down at it. To one side of the room were three beds built into the wall, some having framed pictures of all three captains.

Grian was looking through a cabinet while Joel and Lizzie were in the middle of a conversation. The creaking sound of the door alerted all of them to face Martyn, who quietly shut it behind him.

“You were looking for me?” Martyn smiled.

“Martyn!” Grian stood up and approached Martyn. Lizzie and Joel smiled back. Grian motioned Martyn to follow him, “Yeah, we were.”

“What for?”

Joel smirked at Lizzie and Grian. “Oh nothing much,” Grian chuckled, “You just haven’t told us what you and Scott did the other day, hm? All lovey-dovey in front of half the crew?”

“Oh– uh,” Martyn blushed, avoiding any eye contact as the trio laughed. He rubbed the back of his neck, “It happened so fast, but it’s all water under the bridge now. I was looking for him earlier but he wasn’t around.”

Lizzie hummed, walking up to Martyn and gently nudged him, “That sucks. I hope he’ll be able to see us off at least.” Martyn nodded. He would hate for Scott not to watch them leave.

He never really did before, but that wasn’t important.

The room was quiet. Martyn had assumed they would want to joke about his feelings towards Scott a bit more, but they likely stopped since Martyn wasn’t even able to find him.

I hope he’s okay.

Martyn shook his head. He’d be the one to start a conversation, then.

He looked at the map, “I can’t believe we’re going to be searching for a sea prince.” Martyn felt pride build up in his chest. “After hundreds of years, we’ll be the first to ever track one down.”

“We’ll make our mark in the history books, that’s for certain.” Joel leaned against the table, crossing his arms. “Will we be able to find one in a couple of weeks, though?”

Grian waved the question away, “We’ve tracked down monsters before, maybe we’ll just lure it out by existing near the world border. That could be enough.”

It wouldn’t be the first time they’d tracked something down. But with no real sources, they had nothing to go off on. The world border was their first, and likely, best option they had. It was a mystery. Why would there be so many monsters there in the first place, if they weren’t harboring something underneath?

The four of them heard different engines start up nearby. It looks like other hunters are leaving, too.

“Looks like it’s time to go.” Joel looked out the window to see people beginning to stand near the ports.

Time for some final checks.

Martyn went first. “The ship’s lined with sharper harpoons and canons for any blunt damages,” he crossed his arms, “We have plenty of bullets in the lower deck and extra gunpowder if we want to be fancy.”

Martyn shot a glance at Lizzie. “The medical bay is all packed with bandages and painkillers along with other types of medication,” Lizzie nodded, “No problems there.”

“The middle and lowest deck have food stocked up for all month,” Joel placed his hands in his pocket, “We aren’t going to starve for a while, but I’ll assume we find an island to rest on in case the damages get too severe.”

Grian nodded, smiling at each of them, “That would be everything, then. Prepare the ship for departure, it’s off to the seas!” He slammed his hands on the table with excitement.

“Aye, captain!” Lizzie and Martyn grinned, exiting the room.

Lizzie walked up to the steering wheel, revving up the engine with the pull of a lever as the ship rumbled awake. The initial vibrations of the ship shook the Canaries before it eventually settled. It was an exciting feeling to finally get back out there. Cleo walked up to Lizzie and began to talk. Martyn noticed Mumbo standing by himself, looking at his notes.

Martyn approached Mumbo, a smile on his face as he leaned against the railing, “The breeze feels good already.” Mumbo flinched before facing Martyn, a sigh escaped him.

“We’re not even out to sea yet.” Mumbo raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but I’m ready,” Martyn looked out at the waters and at the huge gate in the distance. The gate that sealed the ocean from the land. He had a determined look on his face, “A sea prince is somewhere out there, we just need to find it.”

“I hope we can study it,” Mumbo hummed as he flipped through his notes. “It’d be a shame if we wouldn’t.”

Martyn turned to Mumbo, raising an eyebrow, “Of course we would! Why would we not?” He put a hand on his chin, “Maybe we’ll take a piece of its claws, or a scale, maybe try getting it to bleed and study it…”

If the beast was so big, what would they take home as evidence? Would the sea prince even know if a piece of itself got chipped off? If they caught it unaware, could they trick it into locating the treasure?

The thoughts excited Martyn.

“A whole new beast. Bigger than anything,” Mumbo opened his notebook to a blank page, his pencil idly tapping on it. “I’d be terrified if I was facing one alone.”

Martyn gave Mumbo a little nudge, “We’re all together on this ship, so we’ll survive.” The two shared a small smile.

“Mumbo! Could you come here for a moment?” Grian called out. Mumbo perked up, his eyes widened. He nodded a quick goodbye to Martyn.

“Sure! I’ll be right there.” Mumbo walked away, leaving Martyn by himself.

It was weird to be by himself.

Martyn leaned against the railing, listening to the passive conversations the Canaries were having.

Everyone had their own little groups inside the crew. It was easy to tell who would want to spend more time with who.

Joel and Lizzie were talking and laughing at the steering wheel, their engagement rings glinting in the light as they looked at each other with love in their eyes. Mumbo and Grian were leaning against the mast, talking about some strategies and knowledge about the oceans. Cleo, Bdubs, and Scar were against the other side of the ship’s railing, making funny faces and laughing about it. They all seemed so… content. Engaged with one another in ways Martyn wished he could be.

If he was honest to himself, what Joey and Sausage had said really got to him.

He felt like a kestrel among canaries. It didn’t fit right.

He didn’t fit right.

Everyone had a built up bond together. Joel and Lizzie were happily engaged. Grian and Mumbo were childhood friends. Cleo, Bdubs, and Scar were all fiercely close after the collective deaths of their parents when they were children. They had this long lasting bond Martyn missed.

He had been friends with Joel, Jimmy, Grian, and Lizzie as kids. The older he got, the less time he spent with them. He loved being a Canary in his formative years, but he had left for some time.

Look where that got you now.

It felt like fate was pushing him to be with this group, and he wasn’t sure why.

Despite his loneliness, one person became his anchor, and he wasn’t even on this ship.

It was Scott.

Scott always gave Martyn the attention and validation he seeked, and he was an amazing person to talk to. He somehow had so much to say, and spoke in an almost rehearsed manner. It calmed Martyn down often when he wasn’t feeling sure of himself, and Scott was there to remind him of what he brings to the table.

He also liked being Scott’s “Hunter”, a nickname that the ginger had given him and constantly called him. It was cute.

Martyn imagined Scott with him; they could be openly flirting like Joel and Lizzie, bantering just like Grian and Mumbo, and confiding in each other just as Cleo, Bdubs, and Scar. He would’ve loved having Scott on the ship with him, but he wasn’t sure if Scott would ever agree to it. Scott had expressed how he felt about staying on a ship for that long, and Martyn would never want to impose such a big lifestyle change on him. Martyn sighed.

Soon. It’ll be over soon.

Once the Canaries found some kind of evidence that sea princes existed and proved to TIES that they were the better lead for this hunt, they’d set up a proper plan to track and hunt down the beast. They’d drag it back, and they’d be renowned as heroes.

Then, Martyn could spend his days with Scott on land.

Just wait for me.

Martyn flinched at the shouts and calls of the people on the docks as engines from different hunters’ ships roared to life. The Canaries weren’t the only ones leaving now, it seemed. The people were loud, waving excitedly as the ships began to leave the docks and the large iron gate rose from the waters.

“Good luck, hunters!” “Take down those infernal beasts!” “May the gods protect you all!”

Martyn waved towards the crowd of people, smiling at all the encouragement and excitement they brought with them. He’d come back. He knew he would. It would just take time.

This part hurt the most. It was like this all the time.

Martyn continued to wave. He looked at all the people and gasped when he saw Scott amongst the crowd, smiling as he waved them all goodbye. Martyn smiled, a blush on his face. Scott locked eyes with Martyn and he smiled wider.

He was there. He was safe!

Scott was okay!

Martyn’s heart soared as birds flew above them, as if calling to the sea to prepare themselves for the hunters. He remembered the promise he made with Scott. He nodded as he leaned against the ship’s railing, whispering to himself.

“I’ll come back alive, Scott, I promise.”

#the sea prince au #sea prince chapters #limited life smp #limited life #life series #life smp #trafficblr #majorwood #mean gills #coral kids #scottyn #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw #inthelittlewood #scott smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname

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mrfelixfischoeder · 3 months

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23 with Bob/Linda or Tina/Jimmy Junior?

23- Write about your ship supporting each other through a hard time.

“Oh I’m gonna puke again!”

“Wait, wait, I’m coming with the bucket!”

“Bobby faster—”

The sound of Linda vomiting interrupted her begging. Bob stopped at the bedroom door, eyebrows meeting as he sees her staring at her own sick on the bed covers. She had already thrown up whatever she could that evening, so at least it wasn’t… Well, okay, it was still awful. Bob gulped, watching the tears form in her eyes. His Linda, nearly about to pop, sitting in her own vomit. She looked miserable.

“This isn’t fair!” Linda wailed, bashing her fists on the bed, “This is awful, Bobby!”

“I know. C’mon, I’ll clean this up.” He walked over, folding the cover over on itself to help her shuffle back. She groaned, holding her lower back as she tried to sit up, and let out a low groan. At least there was nothing on her nightgown. “Maybe you should lie on the couch for a while.”

“No, I wanna be in bed! I want to sleep! I want to eat chicken wings!!” Linda gripped his hand, tightening with every want that spilled out of her mouth, “I want to get this little imp outta me and to stop giving me diarrhoea every time I eat some cheese!”

“You sure maybe you’re not just, like, a little lactose intolerant?” the inference that anything happening to Linda right now was not the fault of the little bean in her belly was not welcomed, and he nearly shrank at the glare she gave him, “Okay, never mind. Look, it won’t be long… You’re already a little late,”

“I KNOW I AM!” Linda snapped, before rubbing her face, immediately feeling awful. He was right, and her Bob was always right (sometimes), “Sorry, I’m sorry… I’m just so much more tired. This isn’t like Tina or Gene at all.”

“I know.”

“They said it gets easier with every birth, well that’s a lie!” she rambled now, letting Bob guide her off the bed. He took her hand in one, and supported her back with the other, keeping her close, “My diet’s totally changed! Can’t even eat pickles, and when I was pregnant with Gene I couldn’t stop eating them! My legs hurt! And don’t get me started on my farts,”

“Yeah, they’re pretty bad.” Bob agreed, not wanting to get her started on them indeed. Just in case it was a summoning spell. Linda grunted as she sat on the sofa, and Bob started to walk away-

“No, where ya goin’?”

“I need to clean up the vomit.” Bob looked down at her, and she took his hand in both of hers. This information, though obvious, made her eyes water and lip quiver, “Uhhhh,”

“It can wait!” Linda insisted, pulling him back to the couch, “I just want us to be together. I mean, the kids are with Ginger, this one could come at any minute – and it BETTER BE SOON,” she raised her voice, angling her head down to her stomach. Bob chuckled, settling down next to her, taking her legs up onto his lap.

“Alright, alright.” He didn’t want to say what he was actually thinking; that the room’s going to smell of vomit for a week, or that they’ll now just need to throw away that sheet altogether. But hey – their new baby will be doing all that again for them and then some. So what was to worry about. Well, there was a lot to worry about: money, getting Gene and Tina back and balancing all three kids, running the restaurant without Linda for a bit, did he order buns? Oh he was meant to write out the rent cheque for tomorrow…

“Bob?” Linda’s voice barely got through to him, “Bob, come back to me, honey.”

His head snapped to her, “Huh?”. He had disappeared. Did he fall asleep? He sighed, taking one of her feet as he had originally planned, starting to massage the bottom, “Sorry. Just – started thinking.”

“Uh oh.” Linda joked, “It’s too late for that, Bob!”

“I know, I know.” He laughed, trying to shake the thoughts off. He looked over at her as she reached for the remote on the table and turned on the tv – celebrating that they were just in time for This Is My Quiz – and his laughter melted away, leaving only a smile. He relaxed into the couch, happy to watch his wife glow, as she always did.

#bobs burgers #boblin #writing prompt #bob belcher #linda belcher #ty so much for the prompt!!#tw pregnancy

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rouge-variant · 2 years

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Hello again 😀

I have another Levi Ackerman x femreader request in the canon universe. I was thinking enemies to lovers (Levi is a cold Captain, the reader is his subordinate) and how he would react to her fainting during training. Hope that's okay, thanks :)

You keep coming back!!! This is the best! Nice new profic picture by the way. So sorry about the wait! Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Unsteady

Tigger Warning: Due to the nature of the request; meantions of passing out, heatstroke, hateful things said to both Levi and Y/n. Please keep that in mind while you read.

You were something alright. Something indeed. Proud, was one of the things you were. Proud of your younger sister Petra. The gentle-hearted, caring, fierce, ginger-haired woman who was selected to join the elite Levi Squad, had a older sister. You had joined the Scouts a year or so after her and nothing made you more proud than the letter home, written in all large letters, which read about her achievement. After you joined, she had introduced you to the rest of the squad which is when you met him. Captain Levi.

Petra was also talking about him, and it was hard to miss the not-so subtle looks they gave each other and the small little giggles from the ginger accompanied by the small little lip twitches from the ravenette.

You noticed those earlier when you first joined and it sparked a weird feeling in you. As a result, you grew cold towards the Captain and did everything in your power to stay away from him, and make it seem as if you hated him. Luckily, everyone bought your lie. Everyone but your sister but it took her a while to catch on my the heck you were acting that way.

Levi had no idea why you were like this. Everyone else thought you were as amazing as Petra, then again, everyone was kinder and easier to approach then he was. So maybe, you just treated others the same way they treated you. He just assumed that you were just going to stay bitter with him so he made little effort to try and get to know you. Which was great until Erwin had suggested that you join Levi's squad.

Petra had helped you with your training and you soon joined her level and you had such a great in-action brain, perfect for managing high stress situations and thinking on the go.

"Why on Earth did you think this would be a good idea?" You questioned as Petra helped get you moved into her barrack. She had bunk beds so it was perfect for you two.

"You've earned it! Plus I'm sure Daddy would be proud of us too" she chilled and you smiled. You've out grown using Daddy once you hit ten years of age. She didn't and kept the childish name for your father.

"You won't regret this, I promise" she added, giving you a serious look.

"Alright. I'll trust you" you gave her the benefit of the doubt, hoping that the Captain will remain as distant as before.

You grew quickly with the rest of the squad. You and Eld shared a similar mindset, you and Gunther shared the same passion of rumor-figuring-outing, you and Ouro were ok. You and Levi...were interesting. You soon learned what the weird feeling in your chest was after first meeting him. You were crushing at the time and only getting to know him more, turned the crush into actual love. And you fell hard. The more you fell for him, the more harsher and colder you got to him.

Levi wasn't any better. In fact, he fell first and it hurt seeing you snap back at him and stay away. He wouldn't show it but being one of the few who were on your mean side, it was bound to sting.

So instead, he did the same to you. He was just as harsh as you were and showed no mercy in the punishments that were dumped on you due to your actions.

You knew that this would happened so you kept your mouth shut when he gave then to you. One turned into two, two turned to three and eventually all free time you had was used to attend to the tasks he gave you. Everyone slowly began to notice but most just ignored it. You weren't getting any special attention from him by any means, but to those who knew you well, this was so out of your character.

Petra had tried on multiple occasions to help you so that you could take a break but every time, you assured her that you were fine. When talking to you didn't help, she then went to Levi but got the same stubborn response. Eld had eventually had to talk her out of it, seeing the poor girl getting nowhere in attempts.

There were days that you wished you listened to her. There were days that Levi wished he would've listened to her. Today, was one of those.

It was warmer than usual but training was expected to continue on. You had skipped breakfast to get a head start on unloading the supply carts' new shipments. It had taken you three hours and those crates were by no means easy to move. You barely had time to attach your gear to the straps properly before running to the practice forest for training. The dense forest only trapped the heat inside the leafy canopy and your tired brain left your water skin by the supply warehouses.

"Y/n...your swaying" Petra's worried tone sounded muffled to you as she cupped your face and frowned at how warm you were. You held her hands, giving them a gentle squeeze before moving them off.

"I'm fine. You worry to much Petra" you smiled and she shook her head.

"No you're not. Sit this one out. Please" her stubborn plea was mixed with worry.

"I do that and we'll both be...um...whatever punishment left that I haven't done yet" Gunther snorted at your comment. You have done almost all the extra chores that normally are given out, so Levi would have fo start getting creative soon.

Petra only sighed and shook her head before going to start her drill. You moved to go with her but the world started spinning suddenly. Everything went in and out of focus for a moment and you shut your eyes to steady yourself. When you opened them, Levi was standing there with his normal pissed off expression, reserved only for you.

"Ready to start? Or are you going to keep slowing us down?" He glared and you shrugged.

"Depends on if you're going to keep talking to me" you respond as if you weren't about to collapse a moment ago. He rolled his eyes but said nothing.

He overheard your conversation with your sister and chose to stay behind you in case something ended up happening. He has noticed you've been really overworked the last few days but any of his attempts to ease up on you, are shot down by your stubbornness and he hates it. He hates feeling so guilty for this because his stupid feelings for you keep getting in the way.

The sound of your anchors being shot away, snaps him back to the present and he sneakily follows you.

The sudden movement helps to cool you down for a moment but only a moment. It also brings back the weird spiny vision. Your arms and legs turn to jelly and your suddenly tired. It feels nice to finally close your eyes but as you do, the world goes black.

"NO!!" Petra cries out, seeing you go limp in the air and start falling towards the ground. She's too far away to grab you but Levi isn't. He sees your body start to loose its balance and thats when he spreads forward to catch you. He moves to the ground and checks your pulse and your breathing. Once he knows both are ok, the tense muscles in his body relax a bit. Petra lands next to him and he gives her a calm look of reassurance.

"Heatstroke and overexertion. I'll take her in. Dismiss the other for me" he says and she nods, heading back for the others.

"Stop doing this to me Y/n" he sighs and Carrie's you back inside. He takes you to his office, setting you on his bed then retreats to the bathroom for wet towels. He brings back multiple and places one on your forehead, on each arm and over your stomach. Your shirt would be soaked through but no doubt Petra will bring you a new one sooner or later. Water is already set on the bedside table for when you wake up and he quickly changes into a short sleeved shirt and thinner pants while he waits for you to wake up. Paperwork is left alone as he sits next to you, admiring your resting form. Your breathing eases out and your face relaxes as he replaces the towels with fresh ones.

Two hours pass and you wake up slowly. Somthing presses on your shoulders and the voice you were dreading to hear, rings in your ears.

"Don't or you'll get my bed more wet" despite his harsh tone, Levi's relieved you've woken up. He removes the towel from your face and you give him a tired look. His face softens at that which sparks confusion in you. He reaches for the glass of water and slides a hand behind you to help sit you up.

"Slow sips" he instrusts and you listen. The water is nice and cool running down your dry throat. When you finishes, he helped lie you down again.

"What were you thinking?" He asked, giving you his full attention. He's pissed but it's better concealed at the moment.

"I was thinking about lunch" you respond and at that moment he was ready to throw you out the window. How the hell were you able to give these replies after going what you've been through.

"I'm being serious. What if this was a mission? You would've died. Hell you could've. You were falling from a dangerous height" Maybe it was from the exhaustion, maybe it was his tone of voice or maybe you were just so fed up with hearing nothing but insults from the man you loved but either way, tears started falling from your eyes. You said nothing, not even bothering to wipe your eyes as you focused on the hands in your lap. He didn't say anything either, still processing the things he said, unsure of what would've made you start crying.

"Are you happy now? You've made me break Captain" you hiss after no one speaks up. There's venom in your tone but your voice breaks and it stabs Levi's chest with guilt. His tone is still harsh but he isn't sure how else to tell you.

"No I'm not! The last thing I want to do is make or see you cry" he looks at you and even with your head down, you feel his intense glare.

"I've been feeling like crap since I saw you pass out midair, knowing that this is partly my fault. I never wanted to be someone you hated but that's what you made me. I didn't want to pass all these extra activities on to you but you've crossed the line too many times for me to ignore it. So tell me what is going on so I can fix this and we can end this "thing" between us." He was right and you knew he was but coming clean with this wasn't going to be easy.

You don't "feelings" as Petra puts it. Emotions are something you can never figure out, let alone talk about. But maybe the heat was still bugging you which is why everything just managed to spill out.

"I didn't hate you, never have...I lik-like you but I can't because...because Petra likes you too. And she's happy with you just like you are with her. I didn't want to interfere with that so I thought it would be easier if I made you hate me but it isn't and I-I-" your voice gave out as you hide yourself in shame, embarrassment and regret. Your body shook with silent sobs and Levi instinctively reached to touch your shoulder. You shuddered and tried to move away but he didn't let you. His hand rested there then slowly, his thumb traced circles on your shoulder blade, trying to help you calm down.

How long have you been holding onto this for? Why couldn't he see it? You felt the same about him but mixed up what his intentions were with your sister?

Confusion and relief ran though his system as he awkwardly comforted you.

"Y/n...I think you deeply misunderstood something" he speaks up again once you had calmed and leaned into his touch more. You stayed silent and let him continue.

"Petra and I like each other yes, but not in the way you're thinking. She's one of my friends, more so than Eld or Gunther. And she's interested in someone else. I just feel more relaxed with her because that's just the type of person she is" he explains.

"I was really off track wasn't I?" You groan into your hands as another wave of embarrassment hits you. You get his chuckle in response.

"You made this easier for me though. I love you Y/n. And I think I have since the moment we met. Its broke me when I thought you hated me and giving you all these punishments weren't easy" he admits quietly and turns his head, even though you already can't see, to his his blush. He feels you relax further and your hand rests on his.

No other words are spoken as the tension heavy air lifts and is replaced by a more calming one. Nothing else needs to be said as you both recover in each others presence.

"You guys aren't even going to kiss? What kind of confession is that?" Petra's teasing voice rang out after a few moments of quiet. Your eyes snap open and Levi stands up, withdrawing his hand from you to face the doorway where Petra stood with a big smirk. You both had a blush dusting your cheeks as she started laughing at the response she got.

"Relax, I only came to see how my sister was doing but now that you're awake and you and Levi finally talked things over, it seems I won't be needed. Carry on you two" she smiles sweetly and leaves, shutting the door behind her and smiling. She knew from day one that you two were both going to end up together, though this isn't how she planned it would play out. Regardless, she's happy that you two are finally happy.

"We don't have to kiss if you don't want to" you speak up after she leaves and Levi looks at you. You've gone shy again and he can tell that since it was brought up, you were thinking about it.

He called your name and sat in the bed next to you. You looked back and he closed the gap, pulling you into a sweet gentle kiss.

"Better?" He asks after pulling away and you nod.

"Good. Now rest. I'm done getting you to run around on random errands" he smirks as you giggle.

"Yes sir" you say and he rolls his eyes playfully.

You were a handful but at least now you were his handful.

#aot x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman #levi x reader #aot x y/n #levi ackerman fluff #drabbles #rouge thoughts

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msanimedolphin · 1 year

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~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Twelve~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“Next time, don’t take my food.” You both laugh until Daichi says your and Kageyama’s names.

“When you guys are done eating, do you have a minute?” He asks, pointing at the shop.

“Sure.” You both say.

You, Kageyama, Suga, and Daichi sit at the table in the shop. Without looking up from his paper, the guy who yelled at you tells you to be quiet. Suga nods before listening to the conversation.

“I was wondering what to do with Hinata’s position in the practice game. Do you guys have any ideas?” Daichi asks.

“Why are you asking me? I’m not a genius at volleyball like Kageyama.” You ask.

“Don’t sell yourself short (Y/N). I’ve heard about how you helped Hinata and Kageyama.” Daichi expresses. You playfully glare at Suga, who looks away seemingly more interested in something on the shelf instead of the conversation. You look at Kageyama and he nods. You look back at Daichi with a knowing smirk.

“Okay, what if we…”

-Timeskip, Next Day-

“Alright, I think we’ll go with this starting lineup.” Daichi says, holding a white magnetic board with a volleyball court and round magnets with player names on them. Everyone is looking at the captain who is standing next to Takeda.

The starting lineup shows;

Tanaka (Wing Spiker) Front left. Hinata (Middle Blocker) Front middle. Daichi (Wing Spiker) Front right.

Kageyama (Setter) Back left. Tsukishima (Middle Blocker) Back middle. Ennoshita (Wing Spiker) Back Right.

As Daichi explains the plan you look at Yamaguchi who looks gloomy. You go over to him and sit next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah…It’s just…” He begins but can’t find the right words.

“It’s alright.” You say as you put your hand on his. “You’ll be there soon. Don’t let it get you down, let it motivate you.” Yamaguchi is about to respond but is stopped by a shout.

“I’m the same position as Tsukishima the Bean Pole?!” Hinata asks in disbelief.

“Pft. Bean Pole.” You chuckle at the nickname. This causes the tall blond to glare at you.

“Hinata, listen.” Kageyama says, getting the ginger’s attention. “You…will be…The Greatest Decoy!!”

“OOOOH! The Greatest Decoy! The sounds…lame.” Hinata says. Kageyama then explains his role to him which excites the short middle blocker again.

“But…if you aren’t operating at full speed our offensive plan will fall apart.” Kageyama says, causing Hinata to freak out.

“Kageyama! Why did you say that?!” You scold. He looks at you with confusion. You sigh and point at Hinata who keeps repeating ‘fall apart’ over and over again. Tanaka asks Daichi and Kageyama what Hinata will do about blocking, as you try to calm Hinata down which isn’t working. After talking to Tanaka, Daichi tries to calm Hinata down but just makes it worse.

“Daichi! You’re making it worse!” You scold the captain.

“I know! Hinata calm down!” Daichi frantically says before Hinata short circuits. “He shorted out! Hinata shorted out!”

“Don’t just stand there screaming! I need a cold wet towel!” You say snapping everyone out of it. While waiting you look at Kageyama. “This is your fault.”

-Timeskip. Monday, After School-

You’re waiting outside the club room at the bottom of the stairs. You’re playing on your phone when you hear footsteps approaching. You look up to see Tsukishima and Yamaguchi.

“Awe, is the Queen waiting for the King?~” Tsukishima teases.

“Pick a nickname and stick to it.” You say annoyed.

“I have no idea what you mean Pipsqueak.~”

“If I were you, I’d get changed. “ You say as you begin to walk away but stop. “You wouldn’t want to be late, right Bean Pole?~” You tease with a smirk and resume walking. Soon you see Hinata walking toward you looking worried. He suddenly looks determined.

“Hinata! You’re wearing my pants!” Tanaka suddenly yells which causes you to look up at him. You quickly look away when you see him in his boxers.

“Tanaka! I did not want to see that!” You scream at him.

“Put some clothes on you freak!!” A tennis club member yells.

-Tuesday, After Class-

“Good Afternoon Sensei!” Everyone greeted Takeda. You walk to Hinata to see if he’s doing better than yesterday.

“Hey, Hinata!” You cheerfully call out to him hoping he will respond the same way.

“Hey (Y/N)...” He says as he turns to face you. He’s pale and looks like he didn’t sleep.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just feel a little sick.”

“Is it your stomach?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s just nerves. I was the same way when I played in my first game.” Hinata looks at you as if he doesn’t believe you. “I was a nervous wreck. I felt like throwing up. I didn’t want to disappoint my team or coach, but once I got on the court and remembered that I love volleyball, the nerves were replaced with excitement and anticipation.” You smile as you reminisce. Quickly clearing your head, you look at Hinata to see him looking at you with stars in his eyes. “Uh…Hinata…?”

“I feel a bit better thanks to you!”

“Oh, well, I’m glad I could help.”

“I’m going to get on the bus.” He says as he begins to walk.

“Okay…Oh! Hinata! Don’t sit in the back! It will make…it…worse…” You try to warn him but realize he isn’t listening. You roll your eyes and get on the bus. As you look for a seat you see everyone is paired up except Kiyoko. She sees you looking for a seat so she gives you a small smile. You go to her where she is sitting and ask if you can join her. She says yes so you sit down.

“Thank you for letting me sit with you.” You say to Kiyoko.

“You don’t have to thank me. You’re always welcome to sit with me.” She responds with a smile.

As the bus continues to head to Aoba Johsai you become sleepy. You eventually fall asleep and your head slowly starts to fall onto Kiyoko’s shoulder. This surprises her but she soon looks at you with admiration. Her gaze leaves you and she looks ahead of her. She notices a few people staring at the girl next to her. Specifically a certain captain, a vice-captain, and a black-haired setter. When they see they’ve been caught, they quickly look away with blushes. You are suddenly awakened by a scream.

“What’s going on?!” You scream while jumping to your feet and looking around frantically.

“STOP THE BUS!!” Tanaka yells, causing you to look at him. Suddenly your ears are covered and a chest is blocking your view of Tanaka. You look up to see Suga talking to, who you guess is Tanaka. He feels your head move so he looks at you. Seeing the confusion on your face he mouths ‘Hold on’ and gives you his signature smile. When he removes his hands he blushes and apologizes.

“Sorry. Hinata threw up and I remembered you don’t do well with it.”

“It’s okay. Thank you for thinking of me.” You say while blushing.

“You’re welcome.” He says as you arrive at your destination. You get off the bus to see Hinata profusely apologizing to Tanaka.

“Hey, Hinata, are you okay?” You ask when he’s done apologizing. “What happened?”

“I wasn’t feeling good so I tried to get to the window but I didn’t make it. I threw up on Tanaka.” He explains before turning to the second year and apologizing again.

“Don’t worry about me, how are you feeling?”

“Now that I’m off the bus, I’m better.”

“Great! We’ll be counting on you!”

“Tanaka!” You and Suga say together.

“Don’t pressure him!” Suga continues while Hinata starts freaking out again. ‘Great, here we go again’ you think while feeling bad for Hinata. The ginger runs to the bathroom while Suga holds Kageyama back from beating him up. You smile to yourself feeling lucky to have such great teammates.

~To Be Continued~

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu imagines #daichi x reader #hinata x reader #sugawara x reader #tanaka x reader #tsukishima x y/n #yamaguchi x y/n

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duskshrouded · 1 year

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[AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following contains violent themes, death, mentions of blood, war, and other such dark things. While I do not go too heavily in detail on more potentially graphic scenes, you have been warned. This is not a happy drabble. This is not a happy piece of backstory lore I have at all. I've placed it under a read more for both to keep the potentially triggering things out of view -- And this is a long piece of literature.

That aside, this is part ONE of things I'll be posting in regards to Vamp!Ren's past. But welcome to a good glimpse into his villian arc and just how vast of a lore based world I and some of my friends have ended up creating.]

Word Count: 1,325

Setting: Five Hundred Years Before the Modern Age of Magic

Calla Lilies Part 1: Blood Soaked Skies

The smell of iron, smoke, and sweat was rampant upon the air, as the Vampire King stepped foot onto the battlefield. Dracula himself wished not for this war. . . But where was the father of the vampires now? His children had gone so astray and Ren had made sure of it, given he had gathered them and those of similar ilk under his command.

So what was he to gain out of this war between mortal and the immortal?

It was quite simple: Retribution. Retribution for all of those years he spent being SHAMED, persecuted by the humankind for being DIFFERENT, for being born a child of the MOONLIGHT. He had tried so desperately to fit in with them. . . But it mattered naught.

Every time they saw his FANGS or the RUBY GLOW of his eyes or the fact his ears were POINTED, they knew and then they would always RUN, or physically HARM, or STONE him with their words to the point his heart finally SNAPPED, giving way to a new form of REVOLUTION in his mind.

What if the immortals finally showed their worth? After all, Ren wasn't the only one who had been treated like the lowest beings of the earth. What if they rose above the fragile humans who thought themselves better than they who could do so much MORE than humans could ever hope to dream?

Pitiful creatures.

So thus he stood upon the hill, thunder rumbling above, as dark dragons roared and pained screams rang out, observing the chaos reigning in front of him. A deep breath is taken in, before he releases it, hand raising to the black and red claymore upon his back, engraved runes upon the steel glowing red as soon as his gloved fingers take hold of the hilt.

"You've come."

Ren's voice is low, measured as the weapon is removed from his back, coming to rest at his side, as he then turns, cape billowing in the wind gust blowing through. There he was, one of the many traitors of the immortals standing before him, his own weapons drawn. A flaming sword and shield were in his hands, purple hues settling upon the vampire king in front of him.

To match his weapons, two large flaming wings spread forth, rain evaporating before they can even fall upon that ever reincarnating fire.

"Neither Dracula nor Yggdrasil wished for this, you know this, Ren."

The phoenix speaks, straightening more, standing his ground, determination set in his eyes. Ren merely laughs at the other ginger, amused that he thought he could chastise him of all things.

"Oh? And where is Daddy Dearest or the World Tree at, hmm? Father's been gone for oh so long now... And what of the Tree? Sending his pet bird to come stand before me? Doesn't he see the humans he created are so terribly selfish? So terribly vile? Why--"

"And what of YOU?"

The young man bites out, pointing his sword towards Ren now, anger now blazing in purple eyes.

"You are not any better than the humans you choose to condemn! You who started this war! We were trying to find peace! You've ruined it all! You've let innocent lives be claimed, not just of humans, but of those who you claim to fight for!"

"Oh and what would you know, oh one who has shielded your master time and time again? Isn't the sting of death getting old now? Just because you come back every dawn, doesn't mean you should just throw your life away senselessly."

Ren retorts, sneering a bit. He raises his arm, pointing his claymore out to the raging battle behind him.

"Words failed, so we took action."

"Fire does not stop fire! It only consumes and destroys! Yes, things can rise from the ashes, but lives are just that... Lives! You cannot bring back those who fall! They're lost forever in this pointless strife!"

A sigh leaves the vampire at the fact the phoenix was still TALKING. The self proclaimed king had heard enough at this point. It was time for actions to speak, because once again it was clear: Words never worked.

"Enough of this charade, raise your blade, Phoenix, let's see if your flames can withstand me!"

The moment the last word left Ren's mouth, he pushed off from the ground, it cracking beneath the force as he closed the distance, steel clashing together.

"So shall it be."

The knight agrees through gritted teeth, pushing back with enough strength to put distance between himself and the Vampire King. Flaming sword raises high, calling down a flurry of fiery spheres. Ren shifts to the side, ink black magic showing to block flames that would have hit him in the move.

Now there was just two problems for the phoenix... One, while the avian was strong and blessed by the goddess who had originally created him -- That goddess had long since passed from every fathomable universe because of her selfless but foolish act taken eons ago. So though he served Yggdrasil directly now, he was by no means as strong as he could be if his creator was alive.

And two? This battle was acting out beneath the light of a blood moon, meaning Ren and all his denizens were at their strongest possible power. Yet the bird just had to try to pick fights he couldn't hope to win all for the sake of some stupid sense of nobility and honor.

So when the young man dives down to try to block Ren's sword with his shield to open the chance to thrust his own sword through -- The Vampire King decided that while he could play with his opponent a bit longer, he had better uses of his time.

Thus, when shield meets blade, the steel isn't halted at all -- Instead it sundering through both metal and flesh. Shield and left arm now out of commission for the phoenix, he moves to try to defend himself with sword alone -- Only for Ren to simply grasp hold of the flaming blade itself and cast it aside like a toy.

"Is this a game to you, Tsukasa?" The Vampire King speaks, for once addressing the knight properly. "Or do you not understand this is over? You cannot stop me, you are too weak, much like your compassionate heart. I could have spared you. Let you walk away, but no, you just had to fight me for the sake of filthy mortals."

"Ren, stop thi-"

"SILENCE!"

Ren's own sword now turned towards the wounded creature, dark magic grasping ahold to keep him from escaping.

"I could have spared you this meeting with Death again, but it seems I've no choice, lest you continue being an annoying thorn in my side, and while I could make you completely immobile and useless and let you lie on the ground in a pool of your own blood, I think I'd rather just send you to welcome the dawn instead."

Without further ado, he plunges his claymore deep into the phoenix's chest, piercing through the armor upon him as if he hadn't been wearing any at all.

"Ren... When will you understand...?"

"No. When will, YOU understand? Now. When you wake tomorrow morning and bright and well with the world, let the tree know something. I don't give a damn about the humans he created, I don't give a damn about what he thinks, I don't give a damn about anything he might want to say to me. I will win this war and I will shown him that this is how it should have been from the start."

With that the sword is removed, magic releasing Tsukasa to let him crumple to the ground, his body to soon turn to ashes so that his reincarnation might happen anew.

"Now then..." A quick, heavy flick of his claymore removes most of the blood upon it. "Let's bring this into order, shall we?"

#( v. beneath the moonlight || vampire )#( x. pages never ending || drabbles )#tw: death #tw: blood #tw: violence

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silverstonewolf · 8 months

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Chapter one

Dream brother

In my dreams, I see the life of another boy life it was nice it was also like having a brother, even though I live alone. Until one day, the dreams never come, I feel bad l Iost something important my work colleges noticed but didn't understand. They try to ask me out, but it only keep me happy by taking me out like friends do a bit that only helps for a little while. Because as soon as I got home and nothing was there to geet me. I simply wanted to see him again, I closed my eyes, and I suddenly felt a drop of water, I opened my eyes.

I was in the middle of a room cover in blood, I looked around to see a boy in the corner of the room. I went to the try to hello, but all that came out was a meow. I looked at myself even though it was dark, I could see my paws, I was a cat. I heard footsteps coming from outside the room and hiss at the door. Then, before the open a gaint water whale attacks the door spent the man flying at the wall hitting them unconscious. The boy picked me up and outside the room into the hallway, bumped into a girl with ginger hair and a blue school uniform she had an owl on her shoulder.

Her power was wind because she shot some wind behind us, hitting the people behind us. "Come on, we need to get out of here," she said, grabbing hold of his hand, and ran to the down flit of stairs. We bumped into a boy with a bat on his head and had white hair at the bottom of the stairs. And he was deaf because he put on a dairy that we should have gotten out the back way. He was a big man with the power of mind control, which made them get in the slave carriage. I try to snap my brother out of, it finally he snaps out of it when I bite him. I then bite the other to snap them out of it, and then I was trying to think of away out, but the problem was that we were on way near a town.

So all we could do was to wait, I wonder where we were. I heard a tape behind me. I turned around to the deaf boy who had wote down that we were in the kingdom of princetly, which was kidnapped children to be sacrificed to the king. Who was a monster in disguise? The first thing that went through my mind was that I could understand what he was written. Next was he could read mind. I was glad that I could talk to someone. But I did notice that we were to be followed. The captain was quite even in the middle of the day we were left at the castle gate, and the doors opened.

The men block the bridge to the town, so we had no choice but to walk inside. A maid took the three of us to a room say we were special guests. The other children were told to go though they were heard screaming.

We went into the room, which wasn't that big, which means we wouldn't be here for long. They went through the room to see what they could find, and my brother found my enemy a cat toy. That he put in front of me I try to resist, but in the end, I couldn't resist jumping up and down trying to catch it. After a few minutes, the maid came in with a tolley of food, which stopped the children playing to eat, which I was grateful for. But now I have found a box near the door my cat side kicks in again and I couldn't help but get inside. I was annoyed with how much I love this box. My brother laughed at me after fifteen minutes, and I finally was able to get out of the box. Then I walked to the window and jumped on to see the outside. I spotted people who had followed us and were trying to find a way in.

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 3 years

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The Day the Ocean Erupted

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Angst, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Allusions to death, drowning, pain, storms, thunder, rain

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You remember the day the ocean erupted.

You’d been in your office, at 2 PM exactly, pen in hand and ink spotting your fingers, the culprits a stack of papers in the upper corner. The sun had filtered through your window and casted shining streamers on your desk as you wrote, typical of Liyue’s golden summers. You tapped your pen against your chin- how to phrase this next sentence? Should you focus on one or two types of silk? You hummed contemplatively, then scribbled a few more words. Sturdiness- that was important to mention in a report, especially one about something elegant like silk. The room filled with a comforting silence as you wrote word after word on the paper in the delicate warmth of the sun.

The first drop came and went without attention. But it was soon followed by another. And another. And another, until the sky was shedding all its tears into the streets and ocean of the city. Your pen had fallen from your grasp with a resounding clatter as you stood to peer outside the window, your eyes narrowed. Rain? In Liyue? Now? It was ridiculous.

Then something burst out of the ocean and you fell backwards in shock, pushing yourself away from the window despite being on one of the upper levels of the harbor. You rushed downstairs and pushed your door open, catching glimpses of an enormous serpentine creature rising from the waters as people rushed up and down the streets in a panic. The rain poured down in buckets, drenching everything and everyone, and all around there’s a frenzy of screaming, shouting, yelling, the same phrase reworded a thousand times, The Fatui did this, it’s the Fatui’s fault, the Fatui are to blame, and you could only think of one thing- your associate, your acquaintance, your companion.

Your friend.

Childe. Where was he? Vanished to the Golden House, they told you, but not as Childe, as Tartaglia, the Harbinger. For business, he said.

But soon you were swept up with the waves of screaming, and the thought had been lost.

That was weeks ago, when the Traveler had harnessed the power of the Adepti and defeated the old god Osial, with a final blow from Lady Ningguang’s Jade Chamber to seal him in the sea. The entire nation held its breath as Fatui activity wavered, dropped, then fizzled out completely. Life returned to normal, the seasons rolling by like a sigh of relief as reassuring whispers spread the news that the Fatui were finally, finally stopping their irritating interferences with the harbor.

You finish your final words and set your pen down, a thoughtful frown prominent on your face. You’ve never really been affected by the Fatui. For the most part they simply existed, a rumored plague on the Liyue Qixing with their endless meddling, but to you they were simple guards standing near doors and on the docks. On occasion when you had to wait there you would make conversation, to which most of them would respond to either in earnest or slightly tense surprise. For all their supposed horrid tendencies and practices and nosiness, you had found that many of the Fatui were, quite simply, people; people from a different nation and far away from home. People who had their own interests and likes and dislikes. People who had their own reasons and dreams and realities.

People who had all vanished when the last ripple in the ocean had stilled. And among them, your friend Childe, the Eleventh Harbinger Tartaglia. He was the only Fatui you would really consider a friend, the others being mere acquaintances. He was always teasingly kind to you, offering to get you a meal or asking to spend some offtime together. You, ever-suspicious, had often refused, but he was persistent and determined to chip down your walls one by one. And when they shook and crumbled your friendship had blossomed, despite the odd melancholy in his eyes whenever he looked at you, a question you never knew the answers to.

All this he was. But he was gone now, you suppose, following the tall, elegant woman you had seen exiting the Northland Bank to the mysterious depths of Inazuma. He looked so exhausted, outwardly appearing as tired as you sometimes felt inside, and your brow pinches.

You sigh and set your pen to the side before rising from your chair, cursing yourself for contemplating old memories. You don’t expect Childe to return anytime soon, if ever, so perhaps some thoughts are best left packaged in their pretty boxes scattered around the attic of your mind. The door swings open as you slip on your coat- it’s chilly outside, and you walk to the teashop for a new blend and distraction from the conflicting turmoil in your head.

The rain begins just as you hurry back home, having forgotten your umbrella in a moment of carelessness. Liyue’s winters, while cold and biting, never froze the storms that encroached almost every other day, instead letting icy droplets of slush fall on people’s backs and clothes. The clouds shield the few stars in the sky from view, blocking out the moon and turning the raindrops an inky black. You shove your door open and immediately shut and lock it again with a sigh of relief, shaking out your clothes and rubbing your chilled hands together. Your breathing is the only sound in the house, and your bones soon settle with a deep chill as the pressing quiet seems more and more foreboding. You cock your head to the side and hear an ever-so-faint rustling sound, and you pick up your weapon before making your way down the hall.

When you reach the living room you blink in surprise. Unlike what you expected, nothing is broken, not a dish is out of place, no drawers are flung open and riffled through. Nothing is wrong, nothing is out of order, your limited vision tells you, but a cold breeze sends goosebumps down your arms and you make your way over to the ajar window, very nearly bumping into furniture several times. You fumble with the latch and pull the window shut, dragging the curtain closed as if to cover the rain with elegant patterns and cloth, and for a few moments, you listen to the steady pour outside as it creates a chiming melody on the roof and glass.

Something breathes next to you. You whirl away in shock, clutching your weapon tightly. Something is here with you, watching you across the room, observing your every move as you hurry to light a match for some semblance of sight, the lamps in your house completely useless right now. The match strikes and connects, a yellow flame bursting to life, flickering like a firefly. You hold it up and come face-to-face with a single eye. Enormous and pearly, it gleams softly in the darkness, although whether it is blue or purple you cannot say. Sharp, plated red armor surrounds it, mask-like and curling into twin horns. The creature’s skin is also armored and bony, shades of purple and black with occasional splashes of red or silver, covered by a pair of translucent, sparkling wings like the deepest sea. It towers over you, claws and teeth razor sharp even in the persisting gloom, and you gasp and stumble away in terror. The starry wings and deep, rich colors, and the feeling it emanates, of being crushed and drowned by shining waves…

An Abyssal creature, some sort of monstrous beast from the depths of your world. It must be.

You back away from it, your chest tight with fear and the thought of death, of dying at the hands of this monster, holding your weapon so tightly you fear it might crack in your grip.

You’ve never been a fighter, only practical enough to keep a weapon you could use nearby. Between you and the creature, the creature would win with a simple swipe of its claws, and you would bleed out on the floor until you didn’t exist anymore, just another body lost to the infinite ocean.

But there is no attack, no clashing, no burning, searing pain, only a soft, sad whimper. You open your eyes and see the creature reaching out to you, crawling across the floor like standing causes it agony, as it lets out a broken and desperate wail. You take a step back again, then a step forward, your fear seeping out of you. Holding the match higher, you lean forward and squint, dots of color bleeding into the environment.

Ginger. Wondrously fluffy ginger hair, although it's wet with rainwater, and a single streak of white like snow.

You know who, and you say who before you even think who, uttering out it’s, his, name in a hushed whisper.

Childe.

Your weapon forgotten, you stand shellshocked in a corner of the room, so still and frozen that Childe himself attempts to rise to his feet, only to fall back to the ground with a pained cry, a sound that snaps your thoughts like shattering ice as you rush to support him. He scratches his claws on the ground, hiccupping, sobbing, whining tearfully at a pain you can’t see. You place a hand on the side of his face and he leans into it, almost slumping to the ground as he brings his hand up to cover your own. He stares at you, pained and suffering, with the same melancholy as before, a melancholy you now understand means I cannot love you, even though I so wish to, it is forbidden by fate and stars, and your heart breaks.

You pick up a distant rumble of thunder, and Childe yelps in fear, wrapping his claws around you and pressing his face into your side, trembling. Your fingers stroke through his hair, running down the sides of his face and horns, and his sobs die to labored breathing as exhaustion finally overtakes him and lets his body relax.

You remember the day the ocean poured down from the sky. It was now, in a dark room with a pinprick flame of light, holding the consequences of the Abyss.

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koushou · 3 years

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i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

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bratdesire · 3 years

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All Bark and No Bite

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Noncon, lowkey incel Tsukki, yandere ( i think?), degrading language, knifeplay, misogyny, slut shaming, brat taming, slapping, belting, mentions of blood, choking, emotional manipulation, belly bulge, overstimulation, painful orgasm, unprotected sex, general meanness, time skip spoilers?

Genre: Smut (gross)

Author’s Note: This is mean, nasty Tsukki brain rot and I had no reason at all to write this. He’s a fucking beast in this and I apologize for nothing. Hopefully someone likes it tho. As always, thank you to my betas @sempiternal-amour, @kidwine, @india-katsuki!!

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Tsukishima teaches his roommate’s bratty girlfriend a lesson or two.

Please heed the warnings, it’s dark in here ;;;;

Tsukishima has hated you since he laid eyes on you.

You personify everything that he despises, from your big bratty mouth, to your typical bitchy attitude, to your ridiculous wardrobe which must only consist of tiny crop tops and slutty skirts that barely cover your ass.

Most of all, he hates that you never fail to give him a raging hard on anytime you’re around. But it’s really not his fault, not with the way you prance around his and Kuroo’s apartment in your tiny, indecent outfits and surely not with the sinful moans he hears you make through the thin wall between their bedrooms. He knows you know exactly what you’re doing.

You can’t not know.

He knows you’re trying to tempt him, test his resolve. He doesn’t miss the way you make sure he’s looking when you bend over in your too-short skirt, panties conveniently missing. You’re always mouthing off to him, trying to goad him into an argument, knowing Kuroo will always come to your defense.

You’re trying to push him until the thin, fraying thread that is his self-control snaps.

One day, it does.

You’re standing in the kitchen, boiling some pasta for dinner when Tsukishima unlocks the front door. Great, he thinks, he’s had a long day full of stressful negotiations for the museum and now you’re here to sour his mood even more. Usually Kuroo is there to smooth out any tension that develops between you, quickly defusing any arguments before you start full-on screaming at each other, so your conflicts have never risen above that threshold.

But Kuroo’s not here, as Tsukishima learns from you in your annoyingly snarky tone, “Tetsu won’t be home until late tonight. He told me to tell you he said to fuck off if you bothered me.” You’re smirking, feeling superior in the belief that you’re safe from his wrath because you’re his roommate’s girlfriend and he wants so badly to wipe that smirk off your face, preferably by belting you until you bleed.

“I didn’t ask, brat,” Tsukishima sneers, narrowing his eyes at you as he passes on the way to his room. He’s trying to keep a calm, collected persona, but you just get under his skin in a way that no one else does. Usually he lets those types of comments go but he’s just so tired, so tense, and so fed up with your attitude that his bubbling anger threatens to break the surface and boil over. He breathes in, breathes out, breathes in, breathes out. He can tolerate your unruly behavior for at least a few hours until Kuroo gets home, he tells himself. He truthfully doesn’t care about his relationship with his roommate, Kuroo just offered him a cheap place to stay after high school graduation, but he knows that if he did hurt you he’d have to find a new place to live and that would just be a headache that he doesn’t want to deal with.

After changing out of his work clothes and putting on sweatpants and a t-shirt, he makes his way down the hall and back into the kitchen to make himself dinner because he sure as hell isn’t going to eat anything you make. Girls his age never know how to cook, only knowledgeable in spreading their legs for any alpha male that looks their way.

Much to Tsukishima’s irritation, you’re still in the kitchen piddling around like the clueless bitch you are, incapable of boiling a simple box of pasta without the water boiling over and making a mess of the stove. He lets out a groan of exasperation, walking over to where you’re standing in front of the stove to remove the pot from the burner.

“Can’t do anything without fucking it up can you, brat?” He growls at you, purposefully clipping your shoulder as he moves behind you to throw the ruined pasta away. He knows he’s baiting you into an argument and that you’ll take the bait, but the knowledge that Kuroo won’t be home for a while makes him want to see how far you’re willing to go without your boyfriend present.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, you know that? No wonder no one likes you,” you huff, leaning against the stove and crossing your arms. The action squishes your breasts together and he can see the faint outline of your areolas through the thin material of your shirt.

“As if I care about what a useless brat like you has to say about me.” Tsukishima scoffs and he can see your anger in the way your shoulders shake.

“You barely fucking know me, who are you to call me useless?” You push yourself off the stove and take a step closer to him.

“I know enough about you to know that you’re useless.” He can feel his resolve fraying more and more as each word leaves your bitchy mouth.

“Oh, I’m useless? Didn’t that little ginger boy you played volleyball with in high school get on the Japan National team while you work at a museum?” You’re smiling triumphantly as if you’ve won this battle of wits, but Tsukishima can rattle off insults in his sleep and this isn’t his first time putting someone in their place.

“You know Kuroo only keeps you around because you’re pretty and you’re a warm, wet hole waiting for him to fuck when he gets home.” He crosses his own arms this time, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“So you think I’m pretty?” You’re snickering at the reddening of his face and the twisting of his delicate features and it fills him with so much rage that the thread...

Just.

Snaps.

He’s on you so fast that you can’t even blink before he has you pinned to the countertop, one hand squeezing the back of your neck and the other twisting your arm painfully behind you. Tsukishima relishes in the little yelp of pain you make when he twists your arm back farther.

“Absolutely not. Your slutty cunt is the only good thing about you and even that has probably been stretched out by all the cocks you’ve taken.” His voice is calm, collected, as if he were discussing the weather and not verbally abusing you while he has you pressed into the countertop. Your fight-or-flight response triggers and you start kicking and screaming, thrashing against him in a blind attempt to wrench yourself from his grasp.

“What the fuck are you doing? Fucking asshole get off of me and let me go!” The hand that’s holding your arm quickly grabs your other wrist while his other hand wrenches you upward by a painful grip in your hair. Your back is now pressed against Tsukishima’s chest, wrists restrained by his long fingers and head bent back so your eyes meet his. They’re cold, unfeeling and send a sickly chill down your spine that makes you still immediately.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be quiet and calm down. It’ll be easier that way for the both of us.” The monotony of his voice is even more sinister in this moment where you’re completely at his mercy. Your eyes widen in horror as you feel his cock pressing against your ass and it causes you to start fighting him again, no coordination in the way your muscles move in your frantic movements. You’re screaming, just hoping somebody will hear you, somebody will come save you.

Your hopes are meaningless when you’re so small, so vulnerable. Tsukishima knows no one will come for you and he knows you’ll never be able to overpower him. You’re completely at his mercy, whether you choose to comply or not.

“You know, even if nobody comes for me now, Tetsu will be home later and I’ll tell him everything you did to me.” You’re confident that the threat of your boyfriend will deter him from taking his abuse any further. You struggle in his grip to hold yourself a little higher so you’re more eye level with him. “He’ll kill you if he sees one hair out of place and I tell him it was you.”

How cute, you still think you have control of this situation.

“I’ll just deny whatever you claim that I did or didn’t do. Who do you think Kuroo will believe? Me, his longtime friend from high school, or you, his whore girlfriend he met a year ago?” A smug smile tugs at his lips, knowing he’s planted a seed of doubt in your mind that Kuroo will believe you.

“Tetsu loves me! He’ll believe whatever I tell him.” He can’t tell if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

“You really think Kuroo loves anything more than your tits,” he uses one hand to grope at your breasts, “or your ass,” the other hand sliding down to fondle at the supple flesh. The feeling of his long, thin fingers on your body causes you to start fighting again, but this time your arms are free so you start flailing them blindly, hoping to stun him long enough that’ll give you enough time to get away. You manage to twist around and smack him in the face and almost wriggle out of his grip but as luck would have it, you don’t get away. You won’t get away.

Rage takes over his features, his muscles tensing and flexing. Tsukishima quickly raises his hand and brings it down across the left side of your face. It takes a moment for you to realize that he slapped you, confusion slowly morphing into an expression of sheer, unadulterated fear. The horror that dawns on you, overtaking your features, warms his heart.

“If you’re not going to behave and continue to be a brat, I’m going to treat you how a brat should be treated.” He drags you, kicking and screaming, down the hall to his bedroom. He wishes you’d shut the fuck up, but that’ll be taken care of soon enough.

Kuroo thinks you’re his sweet, innocent girlfriend but Tsukishima knows better, knows what you really are. You’re a mouthy, bratty whore who needs to learn her place and he’ll be the one to remind you what you are.

Once you’re in his bedroom he turns and uses one hand to lock the door. How pathetically weak you are that he only needs one hand to restrain you. He digs around with one arm underneath his bed, slowly getting frustrated before he finally grabs what he’s looking for.

Handcuffs.

He grabs your arm and fastens a cuff to your wrist, tightening them just enough so the cold, hard metal digs into your flesh. It only takes a few moments of your incessant struggling for redness to bloom across the skin of your wrists and Tsukishima can’t help but smile at the sight.

“What kind of sick fuck just has a pair of handcuffs lying around?” You’re scared, he can hear it in the way your voice shakes, but you’re trying to act tough and he can’t help but roll his eyes.

Tsukishima hauls your body over to his bed, forcing you to follow him if you want to prevent fracturing your wrist. He forces you onto the mattress, body bouncing with the impact. With the other cuff in hand, he fastens it to his headboard.

“The kind that’s going to beat your bratty ass into submission before I fuck your stupid cunt.” He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your flimsy, tiny shorts and pulls them down your legs. You start thrashing harder, trying to slow the movements of his hands but your efforts are futile.

“Stop! What the fuck do you think you’re doing a-asshole!?” You’re on the verge of tears, eyes welling up, bottom lip trembling. You shut your legs as tight as you can in an attempt to impede his quest to remove what’s left of your clothing, but you both know that won’t stop him.

Your entire body stills then seizes up when you see the glint of a box cutter blade in Tsukishima’s hand.

“W-What’re you planning on doing with that?” Your wide, terrified eyes are trained on the blade as he waves it around in the air.

“Stop your whining, I’m not going to cut you with it. It’s just to make removing your clothes easier.” He’s looking at you like a parent would look at a child that was throwing a fit, exasperated and tired of your nonsense. “Hold still and I’ll make this quick. I don’t want to get blood on my sheets just as much as you don’t want to get cut.”

You’re cowering from him, trying to scramble away from him despite the handcuffs anchoring you in place. You gasp when you feel the sharp edge of the blade against your hip, not daring to take another breath. Tsukishima slices through both sides of the little bits of string you call panties, revelling in the way your body trembles underneath him. Another long cut is made down the front of your shirt, the box cutter making quick work of the fabric, and his suspicions are confirmed that you’re not wearing a bra. Of course a whore like you wouldn’t be wearing one.

He admires the enticing curve of your breasts, the way your nipples are hardening in the cool air of his room. Your cheeks are wet with fresh, salty tears and you’re sniveling pathetically. He’s almost tempted to tell you that you’re beautiful like this, tied up and naked, crying, but you don’t deserve his praise.

“Turn over, face down ass up. If I have to tell you a second time, I have no problems carving you up with this blade.” The threat has you scrambling onto your hands and knees, the action hindered by your restraints but you manage to turn over and present your ass to him.

Tsukishima unbuckles his belt, sliding it through the loops of his jeans. He takes it in his hand and folds it in half, inspecting its structural integrity to ensure he won’t destroy it as he whips you with it. The belt is real black leather, heavy in his palm and he knows it’ll make pretty welts on your skin.

“Now, it’s time to beat all of that sass and attitude out of you.”

There’s no warning, no pretense before he starts viciously whipping you with his belt and you’re already screaming. If you hadn’t been so difficult, he might have warmed you up beforehand but he doesn’t mind. Your struggle was like foreplay, a little taste before the main course and it has his cock is straining against his pants.

Every broken cry that leaves your throat sends arousal down his spine and he thinks he

should’ve done this sooner.

He would have if he had known how delicious your screams were.

The blonde is relentless, the impact of the belt never lessening, if anything, the smacks become even more ruthless. Your ass is an angry red and he can see some of the skin beginning to split, fresh, warm blood bubbling to the surface around your deeper wounds.

“P-Please stop, it hurts so much. I can’t take it anymore!” You’re fully sobbing now, tears and snot dripping down your face. “I’ll do a-anything,” you choke out between cries, your voice hoarse from overuse.

“Look at you, bawling hysterically from a few licks with my belt. You really are all bark and no bite. How pathetic,” he sneers.

“Tsukkiiiiii! Please, stop. I’ll do whatever you want as long as you stop hurting me.” The way you say his name is harsh and grating against his ears, but he overlooks it in favor of taking what you’ve been dangling in front of his face all this time.

The sound of Tsukishima’s pants hitting the ground makes you stiffen on the bed, slowly and apprehensively turning your head to look at him. Your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates when you see his cock: thick, hard, and leaking precum.

When you feel the dip of the bed underneath his weight, you start shaking and hyperventilating at the realization that this is really going to happen. “You… You’re really going to do this.” You sound so small, so defeated and his chest swells with pride because he did that—he smothered that blazing fire inside you with little more than a few flicks of his wrist.

“Yeah, and there’s nothing you can do about it so just lie there and take it,” he says as he lines himself up against your slit. When he notices the copious amounts of slick drooling out of your quivering pussy, the man can’t help but laugh at your expense. “Are you actually fucking wet from this? Does being fucked against your will turn you on this much?”

Your cheeks burn with shame and disgust because you are wet from Tsukishima’s abuse. It’s wrong, you know that, but your traitorous body doesn’t even feel like your own as it reacts to his touch. No matter how hard you try, you can’t stop the thrusting of your hips to try to catch the head of his cock each time it slots against the tight ring of muscle around your entrance.

“I always knew you were a cock hungry slut. You don't care whose cock is inside this filthy pussy as long as you’re getting fucked, do you?”

You don’t respond, tears welling up in your eyes and leaving watery trails down your cheeks. He’s right. You asked for this—if you hadn’t tempted him, you wouldn’t be handcuffed to Tsukishima’s bed, waiting for him to defile you.

“I asked you a question,” Tsukishima snarls, fisting your hair in your hand and delivering a sharp spank to your ass. “Tell me how much of a disgusting whore you are.”

“I-I’m a—hiccup—dirty slut that loves t-to get fucked,” you stutter, the words like acid, foul and caustic on your tongue. “All I w-want is a cock inside me.”

“At least you know your place. Now let’s see if this slutty hole of yours is worth anything.” Tsukishima finally thrusts inside you, meeting some resistance from how unprepared you are, but he just pushes harder.

Your walls spasm and clench to try to adjust to his length, but you feel like you’re going to split in half. He’s much bigger than any other man you’ve slept with, stretching and filling you so full your stomach bulges where the tip of his cock is pressed against your cervix.

You scream and writhe on the bed in an attempt to get away from the hard, throbbing length painfully probing your delicate insides, but it’s futile with the handcuffs keeping you firmly shackled to the bed.

“Urgh, shit, for a used hole, you’re so fucking tight. I’m d-definitely going to cum from this.” The blonde takes a sharp breath through clenched teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. He doesn’t want to cum so soon. He can’t cum so soon when he’s waited for this for months.

“P-Please, not inside… I-I’m not on birth control,” you plead softly, hoping he’ll at least spare you the humiliation of having to clean his cum out from inside you.

“Tch, you think I give a shit about that? I’m gonna cum deep inside this pussy, ruin you for Kuroo and any man that’s sorry enough to want to fuck you.” He speaks low, muttering to himself but just loud enough for you to hear.

Despite the aching of your heart each time he speaks, you can feel your pussy begin to give as he fucks into you with abandon, his hips smacking loudly against yours. The sharp burning in your core slowly fades to pleasure as Tsukishima’s cock presses against that little spongy spot inside you that makes you cry out. You bite your lip so hard it bleeds to try to muffle the noise, but it’s no use. He heard you and it just gives him more reason to taunt you.

“Ah, I found it, did I?” the man asks as he hits the spot again and again, making you clench around him as the fluttering of your cunt tells him that you’re close to orgasm. “What a dumb slut you are, about to cream on my cock as I ravage your pussy.”

How utterly fucking humiliating. You’re going to cum on his cock and you didn’t even want this, not with him.

A particularly rough thrust into your g-spot sends electricity down your spine, down your body, and sends you careening over the edge, mouth open in a silent scream. Your sensitive cunt clamps down onto Tsukishima’s cock like a vice, but his ruthless pace doesn’t stop or slow as you shake and convulse underneath him.

It isn’t like any typical orgasm you’ve had, which are usually blissful and warm, flooding your body with pleasure that makes your limbs heavy and your head fuzzy. No, this is almost painful, as if your orgasm was ripped out of you by force.

All of your muscles contract as hard as they can and several seconds pass before they relax, your body shaking all the while. As it hits it feels as if a bucket of ice water was poured over your head, shocking and jarring, and you want to claw your way out of your own skin it's all so intense.

Once the last of the aftershocks leave you, you slump forward on the bed, boneless, chest heaving with every breath. You’re too exhausted to hold yourself up as Tsukishima keeps fucking into your overstimulated cunt, taking no regard for you or your body as he chases his own climax.

You’re whining, gasping, hands fisted into the sheets to try to keep yourself grounded as electricity shoots through you with each thrust.

“Too muuuch, ‘s too much,” you slur, but it only falls on deaf ears.

The blonde pulls almost all the way out before shoving himself back inside the tight, wet heat of your cunt, and pushing against your cervix so hard you think he’s trying to fuck that hole too. You’re so fuck drunk that your eyes cross and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, strings of drool staining the mattress.

“Hey,” he calls out, yanking your hair backwards so you’re arched back towards him. “Don’t pass out; I’m gonna cum soon, so tighten up.”

You’re barely conscious by the time his thrusts become sloppy and uncoordinated, his own peak just on the horizon. His grip on your flesh is bruising, no doubt leaving purple marks in the shape of his fingers. The pistoning of his hips gets even faster, lewd squelching noises filling the room.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside this slutty little pussy and you’re going to take it all,” Tsukishima groans, digging his long fingers into your hips as he fucks into you.

All you can do is whine and mewl as he buries himself to the hilt, cursing and groaning as he shoots thick, warm spurts of cum into your sore, quivering womb. He leans forward, resting his forehead on your sweaty back as he catches his breath.

Some time passes before he withdraws and you twitch and gasp, the barest stimulation too much for your abused cunt. You try to curl in on yourself to go to sleep, but Tsukishima grabs your ankle and drags your limp body toward the edge of the bed.

“You really think we’re done here? Not even close. I’m not stopping until I’ve soiled every single one of your filthy holes.”

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