#i already know people are thinking of the jima fight.... throwing up at that thought

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born to do a Saeko Only y7 run forced to be technically illiterate

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So. I made a bet with my friend that I could get through Omegaverse Haikyuu fanfiction because he says I can’t so if I read https://archiveofourown.org/works/13330632/chapters/30514041 that I’m going to get free icecream and twenty bucks.

But still, Bokuaka! Bokuaka is beautiful, I should rant about it more actually

This is me talking about this fic as I read, so it’ll be updated until I finish

Note, I’ve finished and it’s very very long. You’ve been warned

There’s my review and meta at the end of this as well as some critiques

Spoilers ahead.

“The Jewel of Seijou”

THE WHAT NOW

IWAOIIII

Bokuaka is so fucking cute dear god.

Oh. It’s sinful now

Ushijima better stop throwing shade at my boi’s

“"I can't believe you all think that you can go against the crown and live!" Ushishima says silencing them all. The alpha was slowly emitting his pheromones wanting to show them all his superiority. No one said a word against him. "Toru! I didn't know you'll be as lowly to use your family name to gather us here!" The alpha seethed to the omega that could have been his wife. Iwazumi hackles raised and bared his lips at the beginning of a growl. "And you!" Ushijima turned to Bokuto full on emitting his pheromones making the rest of the alpha's shoulder hackle cautiously and Oikawa to cling at Iwazumi. But Bokuto meet Ushijima calmly, unfazed by the bloodlust while Akaashi was frozen to his spot but didn't show any emotion.”

So what we get out of this paragraph is

1) Bitchy Ushi. I love Ushijima don’t get me wrong he’s precious but like. This fic Ushijima? Son of a bitch walking up in here like “Toru! How dare you be so lowly—“ and fucking trying to dominate everyone.

2) Protective Iwaizumi. Protect the precious Seijou Jewel. Do it, fight for him, protect him he’s scared.

3) Is Ushijima salty because Oikawa didn’t choose him? Oh god, he is isn’t he.

4) Akaashi’s go to emotion isn’t emotion.

5) Shits about to go down, Bokuto is gonna flip eventually, if Ushi threatens anyone—it’d probably be Oikawa or Akaashi seeing as they’re omega’s—I can see Bokuto and Iwaizumi just flipping their shit.

God I’m way to invested. Why did I read this

USHIJIMA IS A COWARDLY LITTLE BITCH IN THIS FIC, STAB HIM HINATA

D O I T

Awww Kageyama cares, Tsukki cares

OH MY GOD TENDOU!

More people came surrounding them. "What the hell," Akaashi recognized Iwazumi's voice.

Iwaizumi’s reaction is the only respectable reaction.

Wait this has major character death in the tags

Fuck

Everyone has decided that Oikawa and Akaashi must be defended but just once I want them to flip their shit and kill someone. Just once.

Bokuto, Lev and Iwaizumi all want to protect Oikawa but Iwaizumi doesn’t even fucking trust em.

Why does everyone act like Nishinoya not wanting to move on so quickly is a bad thing? It’s perfectly reasonable and I hate how everyone is like “What’s wrong with you, do you not like us?” And getting super standoffish or snappish simply because Nishinoya loves Asahi so much and doesn’t want to feel like they didn’t need him.

I really don’t like how Nishinoya/Tanaka/Ennoshita became a thing in this fic. It would be cute if it didn’t just happen because Nishinoya was desperate and if he wasn’t he wouldn’t have fucked Tanaka.

Oh dear god I don’t want Kenma to die.

Oh thank god it’s okay.

Fuck I forgot they had boobs

Did Bokuto almost name the Kuroken baby Oya but changed last minute?

BO ISN’T COMING BACK IS HE?????????

I’m feelin a little sniffly. I might fucking cry over an Omegaverse fic. Oh how the mighty have fallen

Oh my god the stars. I don’t think Bo is coming back y’all. I’m so nervous

The fuckin royals aren’t getting Keiji. No. Nuh-uh FUCK THAT SHIT

THAT’S BOKUTO’S MATE STAY AWAY FROM HIM

-cue mac worrying about oikawa because seijou is allied with fukurodani and an easy way to tear seijou away from the alliance is to kidnap oikawa and iwaizumi might split to keep him safe and ushi fucking knows this and possibly tendou also oiks is pretty as fuck-

BOKUTO IS OKAY!

Iwaizumi making Bokuto promise to save Oikawa if things went to shit makes me so worried but the same time his lil speech made my IwaOi heart so happy.

Suga bby...

BOKUTO JUST KILLED A FUCKING CHILD

Tendou, Ushijima I never thought I’d say this but I fucking hate them right now. They better not hurt the other best Boi’s.

Ushijima is salty as fuck confirmed.

"You truly are a piece of art," Ushijima said gently ...."But not as beautiful as him," the alpha muttered as he threw the omega to the floor.

So, this little snippet sent disgusting shivers down my spine for two reasons.

1) Ushijima just yeeted Akaashi, my son and

2) Any reader knows who the ‘he’ Ushi is talking about is, the only person in this book who is said to be as beautiful as Akaashi. You guessed it, the boi who rejected Ushi-fucking-jima, Jewel of Seijou himself Oikawa Tooru.

The thing that grosses me out the most about this paragraph just on its own is that Ushijima is either guessing about what Oikawa looks like, or he actually knows which overall just gives me the heebie jeebies because Oikawa definitely didn’t want that. What makes my skin crawl in this little snippet is what Ushijima would do when if he got his angry little hands on Oikawa—or Iwaizumi, but Iwa would probably be killed or used as a bargaining chip.

Hmmmmm, I’m pretty sure Ushi is in love with Tendou but the beauty statement still stands possibly???? Unless specified otherwise, because Akaashi and Oikawa are canonically considered the most beautiful people in the fic.

Also this entire chapter just makes me feel so gross, fuck Ushijima man. Fuck him.

My Ushijima loving heart hurts reading this fic.

I just want Akaashi and Oikawa to straight up kill someone. Please, anyone who I don’t care about

I FUCKING SEE THE MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WARNING AND I DON’T LIKE IT

FUCK

FUCK

FUCK

NOT BOKUTO

WAIT IS HE ALIVE

I WANNA SEE MY LITTLE BOY

HERE HE COMES

I WANT TO SEE MY LITTLE BOY

"I came right on time," Bokuto forced out his voice cracking with emotion. "Now I can engulf you in my arms and brighten your days despite the absence of the sun. You will no longer have to endure the cold winters alone. I'll be with you, I be there for you and our child," The alpha vowed his hands itching in need.

"Are you going to leave us again?" Akaashi needed to know. The omega already knew that he wouldn't be able to survive being apart from the alpha. He knew that he wouldn't win the battle with the overwhelming loneliness.

"The seas could dry up, the mountains could turn to pebbles, the trees could die and the whole world could be on fire and I still won't leave your side."

That was all Akashi needed to hear as he leaped into his alphas arm and let go of all the pain he has held in

I’m not crying I swear

They walked together side by side and Akaashi finally faced them. They were both beaten, bloody, and torn butinstead of feeling satisfaction he felt remorse. They both looked at him with soft, wide eyes, and he realized that this was the moment they were waiting for. They wanted to see the child that they both desperately wanted and Akaashi decided to give them a parting gift.

Akaashi had won, he had won from the very beginning and he held his trophy who was a small babe with golden orbs, with mutant white and black hair. He hadn't lied to Tendou when he had said that the baby looked exactly like his father.

OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOD I’M SOBBING DON’T TOUCH ME

Meta and Review

So I just read A/B/O for the first time and I knew absolutely nothing about the entire trope that Mpreg existed and to stay the hell away from it. Please remember this in the meta and tell me if there way of dividing characters is ever specified or if it’s just decided by top-bottom dynamics.

Wow.

The story was pretty good outside of what I’m about to talk about. I liked the ships and most of the buildup, the worldbuilding seems solid, the war and UshiTens situation was really interesting to me and it made Ushi and Tendou a bit morally gray and could’ve talked about how people could do bad things for what they thought were the right reason and everything was clean cut.

Overall? Eh. Could’ve been done better

Not onto the rest

This doesn’t seem as toxic or inherently bad as most fics I’ve seen, I didn’t really like how Omega’s are always inherently feminine—the dresses, jewels, how they’re seen as inherently weaker and sometimes helpless, how they’re always referred to as “my lady”—and aren’t really given another choice because they might have the ability to reproduce in A/B/O but they aren’t women. It’s okay if a man is really feminine but for all of them to be? It rubbed my the wrong way.

I wish that the power structure was handled different in A/B/O in general. Omega’s seem to be treated like they’re helpless and I just...don’t like it? Omega’s might be submissive but that doesn’t make them physically weaker and if it did, I would’ve thought they would have picked up some other useful skills like diplomacy or strategy.

As usually, my example of how a character could’ve been handled better is Oikawa.

He’s my favorite character and I adored him but he just didn’t really deliver. It felt like he was being treated like a kid throughout this entire fic, it didn’t seem like he was doing anything during the war. Even if Omega’s don’t have a lot of physically prowess and abilities, what happened to Oikawa’s strategic and analytical nature? Why was it never mentioned in any of Bokuto’s POV sections because out all the leaders of the Allied Kingdoms, Oikawa is the best strategist—Kuroo is the exception, not the rule and I thought they should’ve been working together because smort boys—but he was simply hidden away.

Now I have no problems with all the protective IwaOi scenes when they’re in immediate danger—it makes perfect sense if Omega’s are physically weaker but have other usable talents that are taken seriously—and Oikawa simply can’t talk his way out of said problem.

I do however, have a problem with cowering Oikawa. That feels so OOC at the beginning of the first scene I cited, where is all of the quick wit and worthless pride from the show? Now, it makes sense for Oikawa to start getting scared and simply slip behind Iwaizumi once Ushijima tries to dominate everyone and all the Alphas start freaking out if Oikawa is at an actual, physical disadvantage—I feel like the alpha’s their have similar frames, or at least most of them do. Bokuto, Ushijima, Kuroo and Iwaizumi are jacked and beefy, everyone but Iwa is relatively tall too. Now, Oikawa’s tall too but he’s much thinner and leaner. I’d be scared too if everyone could break me like a twig if it came down to it—but no ??? Apparently at the first sign of any conflict he just gets scared??? He doesn’t know what’s going on in his own fucking kingdom ???

This is not Oikawa.

I didn’t like how they treated most of the Omega’s actually, it felt like they were just reverted to helpless damsels in distress. What happened to Kenma’s observation skills? Nishinoya’s everything?

More importantly, what decides Alpha’s and Omega’s? Is it up in the air like gender is? What are Beta’s then? It can’t just be who’s top and who’s bottom, that would mean the alpha-beta-omega- status wouldn’t be decided until you had a mate

From what I’ve seen in the fic, it goes by ship dynamics but what if the characters who had more strategic, cunning, observant traits and weren’t as buff and muscly would be Omega’s and had the brain power while characters who relied more on physical prowess would be Alpha’s and dominant in a purely physical way sometimes while characters who were an odd combination of the two would be Beta’s.

Going by my logic, instead of the top being the alpha and the bottom just being an omega without any personality it would be...

Bokuto- Alpha, like he was in the story. He’s definitely more physically inclined then Akaashi.

Akaashi: Omega, same as in the fic. Not to say he isn’t athletic but he relies more on his mind.

Iwaizumi- Alpha, like in the fic but from a purely physical standpoint and because he can rein Oikawa in when his friend starts going nuts.

Oikawa - Beta, he’s quite powerful but he’s also manipulative, strategic and his mind is scary as fuck.

Kuroo- Beta, he relies on his physical prowess and dorkily perfect brain a lot so he’s also a mixture of both.

Kenma- Omega, physically he’s a twig but his mind is what makes him the brain of Nekoma

Hinata- Alpha, he doesn’t use his brain a lot and has a lot of physical power

Kageyama - Beta, he’s pretty smart when it comes to volleyball and he’s also physically strong

Suga - Omega, he’s quite clever and his brain power out ways his physical prowess by a landslide

Daichi- Beta, he firms strategies and relies on his brain, plus his killer thighs

Tsukishima - Beta, he has his hue fur and athleticism but his brain power is also strong as fuck

Yamaguchi - Beta, he seems to be really people smart and eventually his serves are pretty good.

Can Betas get into a relationship with other Betas? I don’t know or care, we stan Alpha-Alpha, Beta-Beta and Omega-Omega ships here

I DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS HOW IT WORKS THO

do I have to read more

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Merrick returned to Abby running late, but with such a lightness in his chest he felt as if he were flying the whole way. It didn't matter how late he was; she was always later. By the time he got back to her, she was still throwing on her clothes and searching for her badge for the lab, swearing up and down all the while. He casually moved her badge onto the bedside table from where it had fallen into a pile of dirty clothes, and whispered soothing words in her ear to get her to breathe.

If only he knew the words to get his own fluttering heart to calm.

Somehow, between his gentle nudges and Abby's whirlwind, they were both out the door and into her car in the next twenty minutes. Merrick quietly influenced the lights to turn green a touch sooner, for cars to switch lanes, hoping between that and her lead foot, she would be to work more or less on time. This internship was everything that she wanted in life—he couldn't let something as simple as her disorganization at home be the reason her passion was quelled. Besides, Teremun said her research was important, and to keep her on track. And he needed his job, too.

Unless he got another assignment. After all, wouldn't be converting a demon to an angel be more important than one more human soul? Especially one who didn't seem at all to be on the path to damnation? While Abby gathered her belongings and hurried into the concrete building, Merrick trailed after her with his thoughts anywhere but his charge. The question was more, how could he convince Teremun?

And would the man even give him the time of day?

Would he give it to Fletcher?

Would any of the angels see that the demon, despite his anger and his frustration, despite his trigger-finger and his pride, was worthy of saving?

“I'm sorry I'm late, Dr. Georgian,” Abby greeted, practically throwing her purse and jacket into a locker and flashing the older man a smile. “Traffic was terrible.”

“You're technically not late today,” he assured, holding out a white lab coat for her. “Did your other job keep you late?”

“You shouldn't lie,” Merrick put in quietly. “He doesn't seem to care if you're late or not. You do a good job. Just tell him the truth. He'll forgive.”

“Yeah,” Abby lied. “Lots of packages this time of year.”

Merrick scrubbed his hand across his face. Maybe she did need a bit of work, but white lies weren't enough to damn a soul nowadays.

“We're expecting a visitor today,” Georgian began, leading her into the lab proper. “Someone who has done a bit of research like ours, and may have some input.”

Abby twirled her hair into a bun as she walked, balancing a pen between her teeth. “I didn't think anyone was doing research like ours,” she slurred around the pen, before she sucked her spit back into her mouth and wiggled the pen into her hair, holding the bun in place.

“Sexy,” Merrick noted dryly. “Honey, we need to buy you some real hair supplies, instead of Bic pens.”

Georgian shrugged. “He approached me about it. I received a call from him yesterday. He said he read on my theories of internal energy and had some leads for us to follow.”

“Internal energy,” Abby repeated with a sigh. “You sure he's not just coming to mock us, like the last reporter that came through?”

“The last reporter was an asshole,” Merrick put in, as if he could be heard. He perched on the edge of one of the metal tables, folding his wings thoughtfully. “He called Dr. Georgian a crackpot. But you know, I may not really understand what you're doing here, but I think he's onto something.”

“He is onto something.”

A rustle of wings startled the young angel, and he twisted around to face Teremun, falling off the table in the process. He quickly caught himself, fumbling to his feet and standing at attention. “I didn't hear you coming,” he greeted lamely, internally wincing. Teremun may have been a stone angel in a graveyard for all the amusement etched on his face. Though half a head shorter than Merrick, his presence seemed forever looming, shadowed and disapproving as ever. He still had the look of old Egypt in his dark skin and black hair, but he seemed more one of the carved Gods on a sandstone wall, judgmental and damning.

“How is she doing?” Teremun asked, folding his white wings and watching Merrick intently.

“Running late again.” Merrick glanced back at her, just to break eye contact a moment. “But working hard. She is passionate about it.”

“Feed that passion, and see that she gets her life together,” Teremun tsked. “What she is doing is important, and more important that she is destined for heaven, should something come of it.”

“Why?” Merrick folded his arms over his chest like a plate of armor, leaning his back against the metal table and half-listening to the scientists drone about something or other behind him. “They're researching energy.”

“Energy drawn from living things,” Teremun corrected. “And the most you need to know is that it's important. It could change the course of heaven and hell, and be the turning point in this war between us. It could change everything.” He stepped forward, and put his hand against Merrick's cheek. His palm was hot, like a quiet warning of hell fire, like the pulse of the sun, like a promise of a slap. Merrick didn't pull back. His fingertips quivered. “Do not let yourself be distracted, Merrick.” Teremun's voice was quiet, but his eyes were focused on the other angel's, pinning him in place until Merrick felt every feather stand on end. For what seemed an eternity, Teremun watched his face, and Merrick was sure that he could see every sin, every indiscretion, every thought about Fletcher and salvation and kissing the demon in the bunker.

Then, the heat was gone, and so was Teremun. Merrick swallowed, his cheek burning and his knees weak. Maybe the other angels were afraid of Eztli and the Garrison, or even afraid of demons and hellhounds, but Merrick knew few things more unnerving than his boss's stare. And he was left with no more answers than he had in the beginning, aside from one thing.

He was not going to tell him about Fletcher.

Merrick raked his fingers through his hair, and turned back around to watch Abby and Georgian again, finding a place to sit where he was less likely to go tumbling. They went about their work for hours, and the angel found himself starting to daydream. He propped his feet up on one of the metal tables, leaning back in a chair and letting his wings drape to either side. How was Fletcher combating this ceaseless boredom? More importantly, had he thought about how to be a better person, and earn his feathered wings? Merrick could hardly imagine having him in heaven with him—one kiss, and he was already enamored.

Again, he found himself falling for someone he shouldn't.

He laced his fingers behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He could remember being in Hawaii, stretched on the sand beside another young soldier as they took their Sunday free time not to pray in church, not to read letters from home and sleep in for once, but to swim naked in the warm waters, to lay under the sun and litter each other with salt-stained kisses on every inch of flesh they could find. It was like heaven, until the first plane roared overhead, and the first explosion woke them from heavy daydreams. Until the war finally came to American soil, and he spent days in the hospital, tending to the wounded and dying, washing blood from the floors day after day after day. Watching his lover be sent home with his leg amputated and his daydreaming eyes haunted and hollow.

He could remember the Battle of Iwo Jima, the month of fighting and the month of screaming soldiers writhing under his hands. The eyes of a Japanese soldier who looked up at him in his dying moments, mouthing words he couldn't understand, crying for love and salvation and a mother that prayed for his safe return. Merrick gave him morphine to ease his passing. He cried.

He looked over the prisoners they took from the network of tunnels and caves, and he could remember one young man named Kyou who spoke English badly, but better than Merrick spoke English. He called Merrick blue-eyes. When an infection spiked Kyou's temperature and he thrashed in fever-dreams for days, Merrick tended to him every hour. When the battle was finally won, and the graves were finally filled, Merrick told him that the war would be over soon. Kyou said that he loved him. Merrick hoped and feared that it was an error in translation. When he had to return to the fleet to sail on to Okinawa, and Kyou was to be taken away with the rest of the prisoners of war, Merrick held his hands and whispered that he loved him, too.

He never saw him again.

Merrick snapped out of daydreams when the conversation in the room stopped. He sat up, blinking the dampness from his eyes and swinging his feet off of the table at last. It wasn't like Abby to be quiet, or Georgian for that matter, but when he saw the reason why, even his breath caught.

“Dr. Toussaint. Thank you for coming to see us,” Georgian greeted, extending his hand.

At first sight, the angel knew that this stranger was not normal. Normal humans didn't not exude a sort of quiet promise of power, and normal humans did not carry a shadow with them like a second soul, and most of all, normal humans did not make direct eye contact with him.

“A pleasure to meet you,” he said coolly, looking away from Merrick at last to make his proper introductions to the visible people in the room. “Please, you can call me Raen. I have a doctorate in philosophy—it's hardly worth mentioning. Thank you for allowing me to see your research.”

“How does one with a doctorate in philosophy come to take an interest in alternative energy resources?”

“We happen to have a shared interest not in renewable energy, but in the source.” Again, those gray eyes looked to Merrick, lingering just long enough to assure the angel that he knew he was there. “Have you determined yet what is causing the low levels of energy outputs in every human on earth?”

“Well, I'm fairly certain that it has something to do with the electrical impulses in our nerve endings,” Georgian said enthusiastically. “If we could find a way to tap into that—”

Raen's smile was more in his eyes than his mouth, and he sat down across from Merrick, tucking his hands into his oversized sleeves. “If we could find a way to tap into that,” he finished for Georgian, “the possibilities are limitless.”

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