#i love exploring dynamics in an omegaverse setting

[mando-din-lorian]

Title: The Daily Grind

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Din Djarin/Boba Fett

Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Canon Divergence, Omega Din Djarin, Alpha Boba Fett, Beta Fennec Shand, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Not Canon Compliant, World Building, Tusken Sign Language, Tusken Culture, Mandalorian Culture, Canon Typical Violence

Summary:

Boba has take over Jabba's Palace and is well on his way to carving his name out as the new Daiymo of Tatootine.

Unfortunately for him, his rut has shit timing.

Scrambling to find someone to spend it with, he gets an offer from the most unexpected place.

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I'm currently working on the next chapter of this fic, and I realized I never posted it on my Tumblr. At least, I don't remember posting it here.

Chapter's are long, thus they take a while to write, but chapter 3 is on it's way!

[miss-ingno]

Hi!!!!! Sorry if I'm spamming you, I know this is my 3rd ask in less than 24h.

I just saw that you have a WIP about Dixing Biology and I wanted to ask what were your plans for it

Nooo, please, don't worry and come back, I'm loving this influx of getting to talk about stuff I haven't finished writing yet, it's giving me a huge serotonine boost and I wrote so many words today <333

So, Dixing Biology 101...

ahhh I hope this isn't disappointing - it's the WIP title of a sequel I promised to Turn Up The Heat, to explain the sex/gender system I created for Dixing in that one. So it's a) a/b/o biology for Dixingren b) biologically mandated twincest

Still with me? ^^"

The premise of the fic is Shen Wei holding a open-to-all lecture on Dixingren biology post-canon, explaining the differences to Haixingren. Guo Changcheng is sitting in the front row taking diligent notes because he's maybe going on a date with Chu-ge soon? He should know this stuff anyway because he's a good coworker! But also asking Chu-ge about it would be so embarrassing...

I came up with a very convoluted system that ended up with... six? I think it was six different sexes for Dixingren, and for some of them you need three people to reproduce. This is the category Shen Wei (alpha) and Ye Zun (omega) fall into. If the separation/war/timeskip/dirtnap hadn't interfered, they would've gone to find a third (female) partner together. Twins *always* find a partner together, this an additional tragedy to their separation.

Now, with male twins it's common for the Alpha of the pair to be attracted to male-presenting partners only (since it's their "biological job" to fertilize the omega twin so he can impregnate their female partner). So obviously Shen Wei found himself a male partner (Zhao Yunlan/Kunlun) while he thought Ye Zun was dead/unredeemable.

This may be one of the reasons Ye Zun struggles with intimacy re: Zhao Yunlan in this post-canon series. Obviously there's other reasons, too, and I might explore that in a coitus interruptus/safewording smut down the line <.<

(The Ye Zun pregfic also belongs to this series, even though male omegas can't get pregnant in this set-up, but when has that ever stopped the OP twins from achieving their dreams? XD)

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anyway, feel free to send me more asks! ^^ especially if this went in a different direction than you anticipated :'D

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find the WIP list for the WIP game here

[wheneclipsefalls]

Withered

Beautiful Adult Neteyam photo by the wonderful @cinetrix

Pairing: Alpha Neteyam x Beta Fem Omatikaya Reader

Synopsis: You and Neteyam have opposite lives. He thrives in the daylight of possibilities while you are forced to the shadows. You are sure that the right course of action would be letting the future Olo'eyktan go. Neteyam is less convinced.

Based on a request from my 🥔 anon

Warnings: aged up characters, aged up neteyam, angst, health problems, explicit smut, dirty talk, crying, miscommunication, p in v, virgin reader, first time, omegaverse, alpha/beta relationship dynamic, heat, sickness, 18+ only MDNI

Tanhi: star/little star I Yawne: beloved I Sevin: pretty I Mawey: calm

A/N: I can't tell you all enough how grateful I am for the hype and many comments that have been around this story just from that small sneak peek I posted. This ended up being a lot longer than I ever anticipated but I had a blast writing it. Please let me know what you think. I love hearing from y'all!

For many the sun is a symbol of warmth, peace, and solace. The bright rays enwrap Na’vi of all ages in the glow of Eywa’s love. The rise of morning light represents a new day, another chance for adventure and possibilities. When the illuminating glow of yellow sunshine transforms into streaks of vibrant purples and pinks, it indicates a time for families to come together and tuck in for the night. 

However, for you, your day truly begins at the first glow of bioluminescence. Eclipse is your time to explore the world.

You were born with an almost unheard of disease. It only took a few days of your infant body breaking out into abnormal rashes for Tsahik to realize something was wrong. Exposure of more than a few minutes to sunshine causes detrimental effects to your body. For this reason, you are forced to avoid the vibrant glow of the sun. 

From that moment on you have lived your life almost nocturnally. On lucky days the clouds protect you from the harmful UV rays. Rain has come to be your favorite weather as it allows you an escape from your hut. 

Despite these difficulties you have always strived to remain positive. You thank your parents for their gracious attitudes that inspire you to look for the silver lining in all situations. Sure you can not sunbathe or prowl the forest during sunny days but no one knows the forest at Eclipse as well as you do. Your knowledge has come in handy more than a few times, being asked to guide night hunts with some of the most notorious warriors in the clan.

This is where you met Neteyam.

The firstborn of the infamous Toruk Makto and your future Olo’eyktan, you originally assumed he would have no interest in interacting with you. You knew him from afar, hearing the word spread of his kindness and diligence when it came to helping those around him. His alpha status only served to bring a larger gaggle of girls practically falling at his feet. As a beta and suffering from a rare condition, you naturally took yourself out of the run up. You were confident he would choose some sweet and knowledgeable omega that would be the perfect tsahik. 

However, your assumptions quickly crumbled as he progressively paid attention to you more and more throughout these night hunts. Instead of joining the rest of the alpha warriors gathering to share a strong drink after a successful kill, he would opt to check in with you. You were shy at first, unsure of how to act around such an influential member of the clan. However, there was something about those golden orbs and soft smile that quickly set you at ease. 

You still remember the first time you had sustained a small injury during these hunts. It was nothing more than a shallow slash to your forearm, but Neteyam had insisted on carefully wrapping it himself. You gushed over him like an idiot, reminding him that it was unnecessary but  he showed his stubborn side that day. 

At first you thought it was your own overactive imagination noticing the frequency of night hunts he signed up for increase, but eventually it had become every single night. No matter how boned-tired he was from a day of full Olo’eyktan training, he would beam at the sight of your small form. His scent was something that seemed to constantly enrapture your senses. The heavy essence of pine and hormonal swings was so much stronger than yours. It took some getting used to. The first few nights you were bashful to come home and find evidence of your arousal dampening your loincloth. 

Still, you told yourself it was just a simple crush that you had to live with. It took weeks for you to even consider the possibility of Neteyam showing interest in you. He had been consistent in bringing you out of your shell, getting you to talk about everything from your family to the fondest hope and dreams in your heart. Oftentimes he would stay back behind after the hunt to help you join him sitting on an overarching thick branch (you were grateful for the darkness of eclipse that hid your blush each time he effortlessly hoisted you up with large hands gently holding your waist) and chat away into the night. 

It was only when the gifts began that you gave these interactions a second thought. It had started small with simple flowers and fruits he had encountered throughout the day. However, they slowly became more intricate. The first time he brought you a small woven bracelet of sparkling gems, you had been gobsmacked. 

“Like the night sky. The only thing appropriate for my tanhi.” He had said, making you almost choke on your own spit. Tahni- little star: a nickname he had coined for you after the first week. A fitting term for someone that only knew the night sky. Still, it was the first time he had ever called you his. The terminology was not lost on you. 

When the sun arose once more and you had retired back to your protected hut, those words had kept you up, your small fingers twiddling with the bracelet. 

Taking your acceptance of the small gift, Neteyam had become even more bold with his courting. Before you knew it he was bringing a meal with him for you before every hunt. You had tried to decline the thoughtful gesture but he would not take no for an answer. 

“Someone has to make sure you eat, tanhi.” 

There was no fighting the alpha on this, so you graciously took the meals each night. He smiled proudly as you moaned in satisfaction of the carefully seasoned meat he had killed and prepared for you. Another testament to the mighty warrior and beneficial mate he is. 

You started to think that the eldest Sully was simply a flirt, or perhaps such a kind person that his actions came off as romantic. However, there was one instance that finally tipped you to accepting his affections. It was a particularly successful hunt, dragging home a thanator, when he had slowed down to your pace. Talking about anything and everything under the night sky, your breath was practically stolen from your lungs when he reached out to tuck a strand of your dark hair behind your ear. 

However innocent the gesture was, it was the lingering of his hand running down your neck that caused your heart to bash against your rib cage violently. A simple brush that had left his scent to coalesce with yours. An essence that would keep other suitors away. Out of habit, you mentally went to play it off as a simple accident, but the crooked smirk plastered across his face did not allow you. There was a primal satisfaction seated in those golden orbs, one that caused a pool of arousal to gather in your core. 

He knew what he had done. 

Neteyam was proud of it. 

His affection was untethered from that point forward. Accidental brushes of fingers had turned into blatant hand holding. The alpha never missed an opportunity to press a warm hand to the small of your back, guiding you through the terrain, or wrap an arm around your waist in order to steady you when walking over uneven forest floor. 

“What kind of alpha would I be if I let you get hurt?” 

He had spoken in response to your inquiry, a cheeky grin plastered across his face.

Falling for Neteyam was easy. Too easy. It was keeping yourself back from jumping into his arms or melting into his embraces that was difficult. No matter how strange and suggestive his behavior had been, you didn’t want to get your hopes up. After all, there was no saying what he got up to during the day. For all you knew he could be taking omegas out every day and weaving sweet gifts for them too. 

So you had decided to do what was best for everyone and take yourself out of the situation before something embarrassing could happen. You declined the request to accompany the hunting party and instead went to spend some more time with your family. If your parents noticed the difference in your appearance they did not show it. They were always good at giving you space, respecting your independence as an adult (although your mother did go out of her way to place a comforting hand on your shoulder, a silent way to express her understanding and love). Neither of them knew about Neteyam at the time, it was easier that way. 

This fact only heightened their surprise when they saw Toruk Makto’s eldest son approaching their small gathering. You can still remember the intent gaze that Neteyam pierced you with. Your heart hammered out of your chest, hands fidgeting with the moss beneath you nervously. Neteyam signaled the traditional greeting to your parents before respectfully asking your father if he could borrow you for a moment. 

They were caught off guard, your dad turning back to send you a curious look, but naturally neither wanted to decline the Omatikaya prince. 

Once the two of you were finally alone, Neteyam immediately sprang into action. He grabbed your biceps and used that hold to turn you from side to side as he scanned your form. His intense inspection had blood rushing to your cheeks. 

“Neteyam, what are you doing? I thou-”

“Where are you injured?” You twitched when he reached a hand out to inspect your flicking tail too. Confusion swarmed within you. You had sputtered and struggled to put together a full sentence.

“It has been three days, Tanhi. I blew one day off as exhaustion or a fluke and the second as pure coincidence but surely only an injury would keep you away from the hunt for three days.” His eyes finally met yours again when there was no wound to be found. His tall frame had towered over yours as he reached out to cup your cheek. 

That familiar warmth and adoration you had for him had returned within an instant. 

You stepped back, successfully out of his grasp.

“I’m fine.” You replied simply. 

His tail swatted in the humid air and those golden orbs had squinted into slits. The focused attention of that look full of suspicion was enough to hold you down to your spot. You swallowed the lump in your throat and as you tried desperately to keep the fidgeting at bay. It was one of the few times you were grateful to be beta because surely an omega would shrivel under the pressure of his looming presence. 

“I don’t like when you lie to me, Tahni. Now tell me why I’ve had to go without my little star for three whole days.” Neteyam placed his hands sternly upon his hips, ears twitching forward as if preparing to take in your explanation. An explanation that you felt could not be shared. Doing so was bound to undermine your plans, completely destroying the efforts that had been made. 

“The group seems to be more than sufficient without my guidance.” You don’t dare to meet his eyes, your own orbs trained at the ground instead. In a moment’s notice his sculpted body was once again inches away from yours. His warmth came off of him in waves, along with the heady aura of alpha pheromones. 

You couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran down your spine when he placed heavy hands on your shoulders and bent over your frame till you could feel his calm breath against your ear. Neteyam’s tail wrapped around your thigh. A part of your brain told you to run, understanding the alluring danger that awaited you, while the other yearned to curl up against his impressive physique. 

You couldn’t understand how any omega managed to be around this male without completely dropping to their knees.

Suddenly you had some sympathy for the girls that had always fawned over him. 

“Tell me the truth, sevin.” The heated words tickled at your ears and made your heart skip a beat. It was foolish to think that there was any chance of lying to Neteyam, the mighty warrior that walked with the confidence of the supernatural. 

So you did.

You had scrambled to messily explain how it would be best if the two of you spent less time together. Unfortunately this unrehearsed synopsis included an approach that painted yourself as the foolish beta with a crush on the Omatikaya prince and therefore unable to handle herself around him. It was not the perspective you had hoped for, but it was the only one that could have been presented in your state of jumbled thought. 

Neteyam shook his head, an almost fond smile upon his lips. 

“Tanhi, you really do not like to make things easy for me.” A bitter laugh escaped his throat. The sound put you slightly on edge but there was no trace of anger in his expression. Amusement was easily perceivable in the raise of his hairless eyebrows. He had taken your humiliating and pathetic explanation in stride, in fact, he had found humor in it. 

“I thought I’ve made myself clear.” You were swooped into the encirclement of his arms in one quick motion. You squeaked and braced yourself against the warm muscles of his abdomen. “You are the mate I seek.” 

His words had thrown you into a spiral, your heartstrings plucking into rhythms of heightened emotion. It was almost too much to take in. A part of you still found security in denying these bold claims but there had been too much evidence at that point. Neteyam Sully had in fact been courting you. 

His head lowered, nuzzling at your face until you finally looked up at him. Your lips were only a breath apart. 

“If you’ll have me.” Neteyam whispered. 

There was no fighting the longings of your heart at that rate. That night you had agreed to his courting and within a month the two of you had been madly in love and preparing to officially mate. 

The process was faster, seemingly faster than anything else in your life. Night had always slowed you down from progressing in the normal rhythm of Na’vi milestones, but Neteyam had broken that pattern for you. 

You can still remember the vivid sensation of his tendrils connecting with your own. Those sparks of electricity that had created a direct line to his innermost feelings and thoughts. There was great solace to be found in the surging feelings of love and adoration he had for you, something you had been able to tap into. Still, nothing could ever compare with the way you felt for Neteyam. 

He’s your world. Your light. Your sun. 

Being with him feels like finally having a taste of those golden rays. You can see it in his smile. In the shake of his shoulders when his laughter trickles from soft lips. In the unashamed sparkle that overtakes his eyes in a coating whenever they land on you after a long day of training. 

Neteyam has become your world in only a matter of a few months. It is hard to imagine how you went so many years without this unbreakable connection between the two of you. Each night you wake up to the warm embrace of your mate who has come home from a long day of training. Soft kisses are placed along your eyelids, cheeks, and nose until your thick lashes flutter and you regain consciousness. 

The searing envious looks of other females can be felt at your back when the two of you join the rest of the clan for dinner each night, but it is only white noise in the presence of your handsome mate guiding you with a hand to the small of your back. In fact it becomes less than a passing memory when Neteyam goes on to share the events of the day in great detail, usually pulling out a tucked away gift he has found for you along the trails of his adventures. 

There is so much hidden beneath that emanating exterior of perfection that Neteyam upholds. He strips away those layers only for you, usually among the flowering meadow the two of you lay in while stargazing. The stories often end with your mate trailing off into a groggy murmur until the air fills with the sounds of his sleeping breaths. You prefer to stay tucked against him for a while longer, letting the moment last before you must wake him and shoo the mighty warrior back home for some much needed rest. 

While he sleeps you venture from the hut to forage and hunt, although Neteyam prefers to accompany you during dangerous hunts. You decide that what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. He is known to be an overprotective alpha anyway. Once food has been secured and your adventures have come to a close, you slip back into the darkened hut before the first break of dawn. Those specially made thick curtains are the difference between life and death for you. 

Although the tent has been sufficient for years, Neteyam continues to add to its layers. He is constantly worrying about the vulnerabilities of the hut, convinced that one slip could bring catastrophic consequences to his mate. So he works with his father to constantly rebuild and strengthen the exterior walls. There are times where you remind him of how unnecessary these actions are but Neteyam is undeterred by these conversations. So you let your mate continue his projects. If it brings him peace of mind to obsess over the structure then it must be doing some good. 

Things are great for the first month. Nothing sexual occurs during those first few weeks of being newly mated, out of respect to you. There is no denying that Neteyam has had experience in the ways of pleasuring females but you on the other hand have never been close to intimate with someone else. As a couple you decide to take things slow. However, you can not help but admire the restraint Neteyam shows when you catch the shift of his pheromones into that of lust or see the tightness of his loincloth after a particularly long make out session. 

Were it any other alpha you are sure that the time would have come for him to become impatient and work towards persuading you to go further with him. However, Neteyam knows that you are shy and nervous. He puts your needs before his own and constantly assures you that he is happy to wait so long as you feel comfortable when the time is right. 

Your apprehension has slowly been melting away. The soft caresses that travel along your form sends a burning thrill that is exotic to you. Moments where you are brave enough to straddle his lap while kissing, the friction of his groin against your core is electric. These new feelings have been quickly festering and building inside of you. The nerves have slowly morphed into alluring curiosity. It has been becoming harder to hold back.

For this reason, you’ve decided to tell Neteyam tonight that you are ready. Finally, the bond created through tsaheylu will be strengthened and confirmed by the intertwining of each other’s bodies. 

The last hints of sunshine have disappeared behind the moon. This time you wake before Neteyam has a chance to come wake you up himself. The nerves that bundle into a coil in your stomach have kept you from sleeping in so you decide to seek him out yourself. It shouldn’t be long till he is back from an exhibition with Jake. 

The village is lively with reuniting families after a prosperous day of duties. It's a familiar sight that has always brought a warmth to your heart, especially that of small children running to their mothers or fathers with grabby hands. There are times where you imagine sending your own child to wobble excitedly towards Neteyam, spun through the air by the mighty warrior that you are lucky enough to call your mate. 

High in the trees, hidden by the walls of a family hut you hear the familiar voice of Lo’ak. A smile tugs at your lips, confident that Neteyam is sure to be with his brother. However, that excitement is dampened slightly when the responding voice is not your mate’s but Unip’s. 

“I just don’t know how long he thinks this can go on.” Unip sighs.

“Well you know how Neteyam is. He will find a way to succeed and if not, he will die trying.” Lo’ak snorts, but there is a hint of concern in his nonchalant tone. It’s a timber that makes you halt in your tracks and ears twitch to hear the conversation. 

“It’s only going to get worse, you know. Once he is Olo’eyktan, half a night’s rest will not be enough anymore. He already looks half dead.” 

There is a silence that follows, only filled by the sound of your own heart thumping. 

“You’re never going to convince him otherwise, bro.” Lo’ak responds, amused tone faltering greatly. 

Stepping forward, you curve yourself around a thick tree trunk in effort to discreetly get a better look at the pair. Lo’ak’s back is facing towards you but even from this low vantage point, the lines of his tense muscle are easy to spot. Your golden eyes have become specialized for seeing in the dark after all these years, allowing a better image of his form and mannerisms. You are used to reading people’s expressions and body language with only the dim glow of eclipse. 

“Stubborn skxawng.” Unip shakes his head before leaning against the sturdy trunk. His scowl is illuminated by the soft red glow of a patch of sprouting flowers. The sight makes your stomach twist. 

Have things truly gotten this bad?

“Neteyam won’t leave her. You and I both know that. All that can be done is make peace with it.” Lo’ak shrugs his shoulders.

“And watch him turn into an old man in a few years. Those bags are sure to be bad for his pretty boy appearance.” Unip quips back, causing both the males to break out into laughter. 

The tension visibly eases between them but you are not laughing. In fact, you can feel the beginning of those twisting nerves pushing bile up your throat. All joyful anticipation has washed from your features, replaced with dread and horror. 

Your feet drum against the forest floor, stuck on autopilot and effectively taking you home. The beginning of streaming tears threaten to drop past your eyes. 

It’s true that Neteyam has been tired but it isn’t till now that you reply back your interactions and his recent appearance. Those dark circles aren’t as prevalent in the light of eclipse, perhaps they are more telling in daylight. Neteyam has a way of falling asleep in a matter of seconds once hitting the mat but you have always assumed that to be a part of his nature. Some people are naturally deep sleepers. 

However, now, all of these signs appear in a different light for you. Each conversation is played back in your head but of course Neteyam has never let his weaknesses show, especially ones that could be brought on by you. You know this and yet it is only now that you scold yourself for not being more perceptive, for not seeking advice and perspective from those around him.

His family and friends have an advantage that you can not achieve. Surely they would be the first to notice his changes in demeanor and health. They are the ones watching him work, train, and interact more closely with clan members. You have never been more envious of those walking in the sun in your entire life. This condition has always been a hassle for you but now it has turned into true heartache. 

This weakness that Eywa has given you is no longer just affecting you but now your perfect mate. This disease has spread to him in a way you scold yourself for not anticipating. 

How is he supposed to become Olo’eyktan, protecting and guiding the People all while being tethered to you? 

Eywa has destined your life to be forever restricted to the shadows, but that is not Neteyam’s path. 

You can spot the familiar dark canvases of your hut in the trees up ahead. No doubt Neteyam has already returned home at this point, if not then he will soon. Less than an hour earlier you were ecstatic to see him but now the thought of seeing those tired eyes makes you want to curl up into a ball. 

Needing more time to process, you opt to take a different route, one that leads to a secluded waterfall. Safe in the greenery and now sitting in the shallow area of the glowing water, you take a moment to breathe. Water trickles into a soothing pattern that has been associated with your memories in this found sanctuary. 

Truly, none of this should be a surprise. This ailment has been the driving course of your life thus far and you’ve grown used to it, letting go of certain aspects that are not meant for you. Neteyam is just another one of those. He is beyond your reach. Keeping him here would only hurt the clan. They need a leader that can be with them, present both physically and mentally. For the greater good it is time to let him become that Olo’eyktan. 

Perhaps you would have accepted this fact and stuck to it earlier on were it not for the great love you hold for him. Neteyam Sully holds your heart and soul effortlessly in his hands. There will never be another that lights up your life the same way he does and truth be told, you don’t want there to be. Forever your first and only love. 

Regardless, the time for being selfish is over.

Some Na’vi have the honor of dying a warrior’s death, going down in the name of protecting the People. Others sacrifice their time and energy serving the clan daily in the name of Eywa. You have been kept back from either of these duties so it makes sense that giving up the future Olo’eyktan would be your contribution. 

After all, how are you supposed to serve as Tsahik with your limitations?

This makes sense. Your brian tells you this is the logical solution. Life will go on. You will return back to a life that you have come to be content with over the years and Neteyam will find a proper mate that can serve The People by his side. 

Still, it is impossible to ignore the cracks that are slowly developing in your heart. It is difficult to imagine a life without your true love. The thought alone has a sob crawling up your throat. This sound however is morphed into a strange shriek when a pair of muscular arms suddenly grasp and pull you back against a hard chest.

The water splashes around the two of you and you can feel the rumble of Neteyam’s laughter as you are awkwardly shifted in his arms. 

“Baby girl, you are really off your game today.” He teases fondly before nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck. An efficient shuffle has you more familiarly settled between the corded muscle of his toned thighs. Instinctually you lean back against him. 

“What? Nothing to say in your defense?” 

“Oh yeah uh just tired.” You lamely respond. 

“Silly Tanhi, today has barely begun.”

For you. 

The day has barely begun for you and only you. Every other Na’vi enjoy the blissful alignment of the sun and their ‘days’. You are the outlier. 

Gathering up your courage you finally lift yourself onto your knees and turn to face him. Neteyam grins, but for once you aren’t focused on the gleams of those pearly teeth. Sure enough there are dark circles in a crescent shape beneath his eyes. You reach out to thumb at those dark contrasts. The alpha blissfully misreads this as cupping his cheek. He leans into the touch and his smile broadens. 

“My sweet sevin.” He mumbles. Your stomach tightens back into that knot. Finally, he seems to notice the shift in your demeanor. The smile falters and he places his hand over the one cupping his cheek. The large veined hand completely covers yours. 

“What’s wrong?” 

It seems an impossible task to go through with what you know must be done. A part of you considers holding off, letting it last a little longer before you lose him forever. However, that would only result in a more sleep deprived Omatikaya Prince and the suffering of future Olo’eyktan. 

The longer you take to respond the faster the amusement in those golden orbs declines. He calls your name softly and turns his head to gently peck your palm. 

“I just-” You steady yourself. The words feel like acid crawling up your throat and sitting pressed against him only makes it burn more. Cautiously you detach yourself completely and settle down on the colorful rocks lining the shallow river. 

Neteyam immediately stiffens. His tail curls up into high alert and his ears twitch back slightly, but still you can see the now fake smile plastered on his face. 

“You’re…tired.” It’s a weak start but they are the only words you can force out. 

There is a flicker of surprise in his features but it melts away into a mocking eye roll. The corners of his lips are back to being turned up in a more genuine manner. 

“Well of course I’m a little tired Tanhi. Every mighty warrior should be if he’s done his job right.” The alpha chuckles and you can almost taste the deviation of his pheromones. He confidently reaches out to take your hand in his. “But never too tired to spend time with my sweet little star.” 

The cool rush of water is a dramatic contrast to the warm grasp Neteyam has on your hand. It feels like fire that curls up your veins and pushes tears to the back of your eyes. It’s too painful to be close like this. To see him obliviously flirt and cuddle as if all is well when you know deep down that this will be the last time you feel his touch. 

“No, I mean exhausted. Ma Neteyam-” You shut your mouth tight. That phrase was so easily in your arsenal of vocabulary but it’s time to start training yourself to stop using it. You brush the circles under his eyes again. “You haven’t been getting enough sleep.”

Realization seems to dawn for him.

“Oh you mean my eyes. Lo’ak was teasing me earlier about it. Didn’t think it would bother you so much, sevin, but I’m sure my grandmother has some herbs to lighten the color.” He laughs lightly.

“No, Neteyam. This is bad for you. Staying up every night only to push yourself to the limit the next day. Living in that darkened hut. Spending every last fiber of energy you have spending time with me. Taking care of me-”

“That is what mates do, Tanhi. I don’t want it any other way-”

“I am bad for you!”

The words cut through the air and suddenly every remnant of the playful atmosphere has disappeared. 

“Don’t say stuff like that, Tanhi.” His voice is firm, stern enough to be considered reprimanding. Neteyam eyes darken onto a duller glow. The musky scent of your mate shifts into that of a stronger presence. It’s moments like that that you remember how distinct his second gender is. 

“Neteyam, you know I’m right. This condition is no longer just hurting me but you too. Playing this game of back and forth makes no sense.” 

He sits up straight, back stiff as a rod. It takes everything in you to hold that gaze without bursting into tears and backing down. The flicker of his tail has turned into frantic swatting as his lips curl downwards. 

“What are you trying to say, love?”

You gulp and prepare yourself to utter words that weigh heavy in your heart. 

“We have to end this.” 

Silence drags on. The rush of running water and purring wildlife is the only thing that fills the air. Your tail swishes nervously in the water, causing a slight splash. No matter which way you squint or tilt your head, Neteyam’s expression is unreadable. Even your enhanced night vision is not enough to fully understand or anticipate the brewing emotions beneath those golden eyes. 

“No.”

Your mind sputters to a halt at the snipped response. He’s giving you nothing to work with. 

“Neteya-”

“Where is all of this coming from, yawne?” He reaches forward to cup your cheek but you stand up before he can. This close proximity is becoming too much. Perhaps it’s cowardly, but you need a reprieve from his love-filled gaze and tender touches. Otherwise, there is no way you will be able to do what needs to be done. You wonder if he knows this as you are met with a toned chest at eye level blocking your path. 

“Did something happen?”

“No.”

“Then why are you so worried all of a sudden?” He pleads for an answer but you have finally managed to slip past him and wade out of the water. The drum of your feet rings in your ears, taking you to Eywa knows where. Neteyam is hot on your heels. 

“It’s not just worry, it’s logic, Neteyam. Can’t you see? You are going to be Olo’eyktan. The People need a leader that won’t be tied to some nocturnal Na’vi that drains the last bit of energy you have left.”

The alpha goes to interject but the words are flying out of your mouth at such a speed at this rate, he has no opportunity. 

“They will need a Tsahik that can do more than just work a night shift. Not to mention one that actually understand healing protocal-”

“My grandmother has already offered to teach you.” He counters, stomping feet practically nipping at your heels. It’s not that you mean to walk away from him, but the dam that holds your suffocating emotions at bay is starting to crack and crumble. One look at him could weaken your resolve. This has to be done fast, ripped off like an adhesive bandage. 

“You deserve to be with someone that can lead The People with you. A mate that can serve both you and the clan in a way I never can. An omega that is a proper mate.”

A strong hand clamps around your bicep and spins you around. Neteyam glowers down at you with an intensity that is borderline desperate. The tears are starting to leave a glaze over your eyes, even as you avoid his own at any cost.

“You are my mate. You are the woman that I choose to spend the rest of my days with.” He tries to gently tilt your face towards him by grabbing your chin, but you flick it off. “We are mated before Eywa.” The crack in his voice tears at your heart. 

“I shouldn’t have let it go on this long, I’m sorry. I foolishly let myself believe that you and I are meant to be but now it is clear that my head was simply in the clouds.” A sob thickens your voice until it is barely tangible. Words are failing you and you idly wonder how many more you will truly be able to manage in this state. 

You attempt to flee from his embrace once more, just a moment to escape that heartbreaking stare that follows your every move. Neteyam holds you gently by the biceps but there is enough force there to keep you in place. 

“We are, Tahni. All these other obstacles are just that, obstacles. Things we can overcome.” He slumps down, determined to finally have your eyes meet his. The curtain of your flowing hair is a weak shield against these efforts. You can feel the heat of his escalating breath tickle at your cheeks. He swoops in closer slowly, with the caution of closing in on a skittish prey. “It’s just you and me, little star.”

The flat of his nose finally rests against yours, lips only a sudden movement away.

There are promises of familiar comfort and happiness in this intimate position. Your nature keens towards his gentle touch. It prompts you to hide away every other concern, worried that it could break this moment of tranquility. 

However, that is exactly what you do.

“You have to break it.” 

There is a pause, a moment of shock that you take advantage of. Slipping out his hold, you watch realization slink across his features. It’s blood chilling, the look of horror that is clearly evident upon his handsome face. It’s a rare thing to render Neteyam speechless. He has grown up learning how to lead and command a room with confidence and grace. Seeing him now, mouth agape as his thoughts lag, it’s easier to see that there is simply a normal man behind the mighty warrior. 

A male that you have managed to strip away the light in his eyes, all evidence of excitement lost. 

It is now that you can truly see the aching restlessness and lost nights of sleep in his demeanor. He wilts before you. 

“You don’t mean that.” He insists, voice now hollow of its usual domineering confidence. 

“I do.” The timber of your voice shivers and shakes, doing nothing to strengthen your resolve. Still, the lost look that Neteyam sends you absolutely wrenches at your heart. “It’s what’s best for everyone.”

Words that are meant to reassure him at least slightly only make his tail halt movement, obvious that the phrase only digs the dagger deeper into his chest. 

“Everyone?” He whispers, hairless eyebrows drawing together. Hesitant steps lead you backwards, eager to begin your journey away from this tornado of darkened emotions. Away from the raincloud you have created between the two of you. “You…this is what you want?”

Want.

That small word is a palpable distinction. To change this argument from what needs to be done to the inner workings of your desires and dreams. To veer it towards the ever flowing river of devotion and love you know will always be in your heart for him. It’s the one move that leaves you completely defenseless.

This is the last thing that you want. 

He has to know that. He must know that. And perhaps that is why he faces you with this question head on, forcing you to say the words out loud. It’s a towering wall that you have no hopes of climbing. Lying is not your strong suit. Neteyam knows that. 

“Please Neteyam.” You send your final plea before turning on your heel and bolting. Vanishing into the trees before he has a second to form one syllable.

Lying isn’t your strength, but hiding is something you are familiar with. 

“She’ll probably cool down.” Lo’ak reassures him, handing a leaf with larvae to Neteyam. 

“What did I do wrong?” Neteyam wonders out loud. It’s difficult for Lo’ak to tell whether or not that question is rhetorical. The eldest Sully’s eyes are focused on the horizon, he’s lost. Off somewhere else. 

“Nothing, bro! Not everything is that simple.” 

Out of the corner of his eye, Neteyam sees the wooden cup of strong drink pushed toward him but he declines. Drinking is the last thing he needs right now, although it is tempting. These past two days have been pure torture and sorrow. Washing every clouding thought away with the swig of fermented fruit would surely keep his mind off of you for a while, but it would never stop the permanent ache in his chest. 

Although Neteyam knows he must look awful because even his father encourages him to drink, despite the duties he is set to carry out the next day. Most nights he is advised to keep his wits about him, but Jake has let up since the event. 

“There has to be something I could’ve said. Perhaps something I can say now.” 

“Bro, you’ve already said more than enough. If your constant notes and begging haven’t got her to let you into the hut, I don’t think words are the problem here.” A grimace is etched into Lo’ak’s features but Neteyam turns away from the sight. He can’t handle the look of pity that his family seems to constantly be shooting him. 

He looks miserable. He is miserable. Every Na’vi with eyes can see that much. However, he doesn’t want sympathy. He needs solutions. A plan that will set things right again. Anything to bring his littler start back into his arms. 

“Ma Teyam,” Neteyiri gently coos, haunching forward to tuck on the tangled braids behind his ear. “Perhaps it is time to give her some space.” 

Usually his mother’s presence has the power to soothe away the worst of his worries, but today all he can do is sigh at her words. Sitting in problems has never been his strong suit. Neteyam is used to problem solving. Coming up with a strategy and executing it until the issue is nothing but a distant memory. He prays to Eywa that this too will become just that. Something that can be laughed at down the road.

However, sitting here now surrounded by people and never feeling more lonely, it’s hard to imagine ever laughing at such a thing. 

Neteyam continues to pick at the grass next to the untouched meal. The sun has been down for over an hour now. Dinner is wrapping up and there is still no sight of you…again. Every crunch of a leaf or flitter of voices has him turning to search for your small frame in the darkness. It’s an effort that leaves him empty handed every time but, no matter the frequency of failure he can’t stop himself from whipping his head around anyway. 

“You know, there was a time that I was upset with your father. Livid, actually. And yet here we are today.” Neytiri almost purrs, trying to comfort her son.

“Yeah and did he wait around and give you space?” The words come out harsher than intended but Neytiri doesn’t tell him off like usual. Instead her ears pin back and she runs a thumb across his cheek. Jake and Neytiri lock eyes from across the fire, a silent communication that has Jake clearing his throat. 

“I’m not sure if I’m the prime example in this scenario, kid.” A deep chuckle accentuates Jake’s words. He goes to close his mouth and leave it at that but his mate sends him one fierce look that lets him know he is far from done comforting their eldest. “I mean uh truth be told, I was an absolute knucklehead before I met your mother.”

“Still are.” She corrects him. 

Jake doesn’t try to fight against the claim, but he does nervously clasp the back of his neck, searching for the right words to say. 

“Tanhi still hasn’t eaten. Must go.” Neteyam abruptly calls, on his feet within a heartbeat. He gently cradles his untouched meal in the palm of his hand as he navigates his way out of the circle of his family. Neytiri sighs and Jake sends her an apologetic look as they watch their son slither off into the night once again. 

Even Tuk sends sad eyes in the direction of her older brother as he walks away. 

Upon reaching the dark curtains of your hut, Neteyam is unsure whether or not you still reside inside. There is no sign of light emanating inwards. For a moment he is convinced that you have slipped out during his absence, but then there is a ruffle of covers that his ears manage to pick up. Stalking forward carefully, he leans in to pick up on every sound possible. 

Even with his alpha hearing, there is little to no noise coming from the hut. Or at least no sound that is useful to him in any way. He wonders what you are up to within those darkened walls. His hindbrain urges him to go inside and find out for himself, cradle you in his arms till there are promises of never leaving again. However, he knows better than that. 

Neteyam waits to be invited in. 

“Tanhi?” The sound echoes through the night air, but no response comes. With a sigh he kneels down by the entrance, cautiously pushing the leaf underneath the thick rim of fabric.

“You missed dinner again.” Neteyam knows he shouldn’t expect a response at this point, but his tail still naturally droops to the floor when one doesn’t come. “I brought some for you.” 

He waits once more, but silence hangs heavy in the air. Neteyam’s ears twitch to focus in on the minute sounds again. The shallow breathing is confirmation enough of your presence. A part of him almost wishes that he is talking to a blank piece of fabric. If you had left then he could have at least spent that anxious energy scouring the forest for your slim frame. If you had left it would give him hope that you’ve hunted, eaten, gone on a walk. Anything that isn’t sitting in your hut. 

“Do me a favor, baby. Please eat something. Maybe you have been when I’m not breathing down your neck,” He gives a humorless laugh. “But…I just want to make sure you’re healthy. I’m starting to get worried.”

When the silence continues he doesn’t leave immediately. The weight of the stress and heartache is tangible. He can feel it in his bones. He can sense it when in the lag of his maneuvers and movements during flight in his training. Truth be told, Neteyam is sure that it’s visible to others, shining through in his trudging walk to and fro. 

Sitting here in the grass, the same place he had spent that first night you started icing him out, he can feel the weight of sleep pulling him downwards. The muscles of his body scream in protest at every movement. Physically his body is ready to give way, but his hindbrain weaves together signs of distress all night long. 

His instincts yearn to be close to you again, close to his mate who he shares a special connection with that nothing can replace. At times it is painful, that bond between the two of you. Neteyam remembers many days where that connection has been physically fortified by your time together, binding tighter with every brush of his fingers along your skin. However, he did not anticipate the effects of the opposite reaction. 

Going to sleep alone and cold, leaves a heavy weight on his chest. At times it feels almost suffocating. Sleeping outside of your hut doesn’t erase these pains, but it does dull them slightly. He wonders if you’ve ever stepped over him during his slumber. Actively trying to or not, his senses remain on high alert throughout the night. He can wake at the drop of a leaf, false hope that it may be your small form finally stepping past those heavy curtains. 

“Neteyam.” His head whips around at the voice, but it isn’t your honey timber that flits through his ears. Instead it comes from behind him, where Kiri stands with her hands woven together in front of her. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Not bothering to answer, she instead motions for him to follow her. He glances back at the entrance of your hut, but one look at Kiri’s down turned lips has him groggily shifting back onto his feet. She doesn’t speak till the two of them are out of ear shot. 

“Mom and Dad sent you?” Neteyam guesses, tail already drooping between his legs. It bothers him that his parents are rushing to bandage things up, treating him like a child. Advice is appreciated at the best of times, but this is his life. He is an adult, and has been for years now. The rift that has been fortified between you two is his problem to solve and therefore his choice on how to fix it. 

“No, just thought I would save you from making a fool of yourself.”  She continues to effortlessly lead him away from the hut. 

“I’m just dropping some food off.”

“I know.” There is no hint of mocking or disbelief in her tone. She simply grabs his hand gently and guides him back along the path home. Neteyam braces himself for a spew of advice but it never comes. Kiri to his surprise is silent, no hint of tension lingering between them. Still, he knows what message is being conveyed. No matter how much it hurts, he can’t continue to barricade your front door. 

It’s moments like these that Neteyam comes to truly admire how much his younger sister has grown up. She prances through the forest with a humble confidence. Each step taken with the certainty of belonging. Kiri no longer needs others to tell her who she is. Similarly she feels no need to press her opinions on her older brother. She waits patiently. As if she knows that he will come to her when the time is right.

It is a quality he looks upon with great fondness and gratitude. 

Life has thrown you more obstacles than you care to count. This condition has been a stumbling block your entire life, but you refuse to let it keep you from the finishing line. You consider yourself a persevering person, one that is not easily taken down. When things get difficult you have always been taught to gather your bearings and get to work. Some sacrifices are painful but meant to be left behind if they are keeping you from fulfilling a happy and purposeful life. 

So for the first few days, you try to get back into your normal routine. The first night was spent weaving baskets together through the blurred vision of your tears. The basket came out looking like it had been mauled by a Palulukan. Regardless you continued to attempt getting back into your old routine, however those were usually filled with night hunts, an activity you were terrified of seeing Neteyam at. So you declined. 

However, truth be told, it only takes twenty four hours to realize that this heartbreak is intruding upon everything you do. You open your eyes as sunset turns to Eclipse and the first thing that surfaces is the dread at needing to go to communal dinner. So, you push dinner off. Neteyam is persistent in bringing you a plate each night, usually saying a few apologies and begging once again for you to come out. 

Your lips are raw and sore from biting into them in order to keep sobs at bay every time he comes to visit. Those first few nights he spent laying outside your hut was an awful mixture of longing and agony. His potent essence was easily carried through the night wind, constantly bringing it to your senses. You had twisted in the thin blankets on your hammock to stop yourself from going out there and cuddling next to him. 

On the third night, he doesn’t stay. 

You expect to feel relieved when he silently sets the serving of food down and leaves.

And yet, there is a part of you that longs for the draw of his smooth voice, no matter how distraught and rough it has become over the past few days. A part of you seems to also intrinsically sense his presence, even in the midst of slumber. Now that he spends his nights away from your hut, the emotional turmoil has become too much to handle.  

Simple tasks pose as daunting accomplishments, ones that already feel like impending defeat. So, you slowly start losing those habits too. Your eyes run out of tears to shed so instead you spend more than a reasonable amount of time pondering on your life. You consider what it is that brought you to these circumstances, questioning whether or not you were the one to blame for this heartbreak. Perhaps, you were the one easily swayed into promises of fairy tales. 

Before you know it a whole week has passed and you haven’t stepped foot outside. Recognizing this fact makes you feel pathetic and helpless, something that you don’t take a liking to. So, with red rimmed eyes and a congested nose, you take up a new purpose. Wielding together weapons from the materials in your hut. 

Although they’re nothing to gawk at, the finished results are enough to convince yourself that you are contributing to the welfare of the clan. The steps are repetitive and allow your thoughts to wander while doing so. By the second week you have donated a fair amount to the hunting parties without having to leave your home, thanks to the kindness of your mother. 

Your parents drop in frequently, but it’s obvious that they too find these visits painful. It’s an emotional ball and chain to see you wither away into something different. Visits that used to be full of vibrant laughter and storytelling now consist mostly of their own updates and pleas for you to come outside. Each time you assure them that you will…soon. 

It’s not a lie, at least not to you. 

Despite the physical ache of your heart every time you think of Neteyam’s smiling face and the bond that is now nothing but dust between you, there is still hope in your heart. A hope that someday you will recover from these lovesick feelings and finally be able to look upon the Omatikaya prince as any other clan member would. Purpose will return to your everyday tasks and Neteyam will only reside in your mind as Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya. 

Still, you would be naive to ignore the weighted awareness of his presence that consumes you every time he comes to drop meals off. You can sense him before his footsteps are even audible. Occasionally, he will say a few encouraging words or promises of solution but some nights he simply places the food there and stares at it sadly before disappearing once more. Both instances strangle your heart in their grasp. 

You thought that his scent would lessen once the bond was broken, but you figure it is alpha status to thank for always sending his essence of fresh pine through your hut at each visit. In some ways it feels like the only full breaths you took. The woven walls still allow air in, but only breezes warped with his scent remind you of being outside. 

It’s on the two week mark that there is a shift in the miserable routine. No meal is brought to the entryway. Hours go by and Neteyam never comes by. You’ve been living off of those nightly meals and while one meal is not hardly enough to maintain a status of full health, its loss is even worse. At first, it appears that Neteyam has given up. He is tired of chasing after you and rightfully so you suppose. This is meant to be a step in the right direction, but you cry yourself to sleep that night. Apparently, your body had an extra storage of tears after all. 

However, when it happens again, your theories start to change. A small slice of fruit is left outside on a leaf by the curtains in place of a meal. It’s delicious with juice squirting along your tongue in a dramatic symphony of taste. It’s the type of experience that leaves one wanting for more. Initially you are disappointed when the small piece is gone, but you remember where this food comes from. It would only take a five minute walk to approach the communal fire and snatch some away for yourself. 

Only moments away from dipping outside that entry way for the first time in two weeks, you have another thought. 

Neteyam only put one piece.

Would it not have been easier to leave a whole fruit rather than take the time to cut and separate one morsel of it onto a leaf as an offering.

It wasn’t an offering, it was an enticement. 

You stay behind, trying to forget the sweet tang of the dessert. 

Sure enough the suspicion is correct when the next night one piece of wrapped chocolate is left outside with a note.

Found this during the raid this week. There’s a whole bag left sitting in my hut. Let me know if you want some more.

-Neteyam 

The chocolate is a tiny ball wrapped in a red textured material that is unfamiliar to Pandora. Chocolate is something you never knew of before Neteyam. However, now it has become one of your all time favorite delicacies, especially with the rarity of its availability. Neteyam took a great liking to showing you around the outpost and the stocked treasures they were stealing from the old Hell’s Gate post and the new trains they were constantly raiding. He would explain the random customs and stories of Sky People that he hears from his father while carefully unwrapping the delicious pieces for you. 

Some days you would even have him read some of the English text, whether from the wrappers or other books that are kept around the outpost for the human scientists to enjoy at their leisure. You never understand a word of what he says, but the sounds are fascinating to hear in Neteyam’s familiar timber. Although the Mother Tongue of the Sky Demons, you’ve always been fascinated by Neteyam’s ability to speak it. Something very distinctly attractive about his extra abilities. 

You sigh and thumb at the round ball of chocolate. It melts on your tongue, creating an explosion of sweet smooth sensations. Leave it to Neteyam to try and lure you out through your love of chocolate. That night you flatten out the wrapper, running your thumb over the English text that appears as nothing more than scribbles to you. It serves as a painful reminder of the golden memories the two of you have shared. 

It remains clamped in your fist the entire day.

Heavy eyelids blinking open slowly, you can still feel the strange texture of that wrapper between your fingers. Contrary to your lack of activity, your body feels sore. Every muscle seems to be wound the wrong way and the air in your hut feels moist and stuffy. Stretching out, your foot hits the food supplies basket you keep and knocks it over. You stumble to put the object away, or rather you try to before you realize that it’s empty.

The last of your supplies is gone. 

Regardless of your feelings and fears, you need to go outside today. It’s time to face the music. 

Your toes curl and feet flex before carefully shifting to stand. Pushing aside clusters of baskets and tools you finally breach the front entryway of your hut. Expecting the air to have cooled down by now, your skin prickles strangely at the feeling of heat against your back. You rush to throw off whatever blanket or item of clothing that must have stuck to you but then your eyes are blinded. Sheer light invades your vision, drenching every sight in white. 

Stumbling across the forest floor, it truly takes you more than a moment to understand what is happening. The harsh light, the foreign heat. This is sunlight.

A pure beam of sunlight that has not disappeared behind the moon yet. 

Your delayed reaction finally allows you to search for the entryway and try to scramble towards safety but it’s impossible to see with the brightness of the world turned up to one hundred. Your eyes can’t manage to stay open for more than a second, each time feeling a burning sensation that is unbearable. Soon, though, it seems to be too late as your limbs grow heavy and your skin heats uncomfortably. Even when that last ray of sunshine disappears, your body continues to torment you with a rising heat.

The sensations become too much. The weight of your own head drags you down. The world spins around you in disorienting directions. Only a glimpse of blue skin is caught before you collapse into someone’s arms and the world turns blissfully black again. 

“Move before I kick you out.” Mo’at warns, but her tone holds a morsel of sympathy despite the strict instruction. 

You are laid out along the mat of her healer’s tent with half the Sully family gathered around. Neteyam can hardly keep his hands off of you, constantly checking to see if you have cooled down yet. Each time renders him disappointed, ears folding back against his head. Mo’at is quickly losing patience as she is constantly swatting the boy away in order to apply the series of healing balms. 

“She’s burning up.” He protests, but finally moves out of her way. His idle hands find a new place along his knees where the blunt nails dig into his skin. Kiri and Tuk surround their brother but are careful to not impede too much on his space. His panicked dread rolls off of him in waves, a palpable tension that can be felt by everyone in the tent. 

“How long was she exposed?” 

“I don’t know. Can’t be more than a few minutes maybe. She was hardly past the entrance when I found her…I….is she going to be ok?” His voice cracks as tears finally well up over his golden orbs. Tuk places her small hand on his shoulder. 

“Only the Great Mother knows that.” She pauses, looking up to see her grandson’s crumbling composure. “She is hot. Her temperature needs to drop significantly.” 

The message doesn’t seem to settle on Neteyam. His gaze continues to focus on your unconscious face.

“Neteyam.” His head finally snaps up at his grandmother’s stern voice. “Go fetch me cold water from the river.” A basin is handed to the alpha but she can already tell there is reluctance in his expression. 

“Now.” It’s harsher than Mo’at would like to be but she knows that getting the concerned alpha outside of the tent is essential for her to complete the healing rituals. His presence is a distraction that has her own emotions tugging her away from the work at hand. 

Neteyam purses his lips and sends one last glance towards you. He cradles your cheek and leans down to softly press a kiss to your forehead, whispering promises to return. Then finally, he rushes out of the tent, driven by the given task. 

The hours rush and drag simultaneously for Neteyam. It becomes difficult to believe that it has already been a full twenty four hours and yet every minute that your eyes are not open feels like a year to him. Jake recruits Norm and some of the other scientists to take a look at you in the outpost. Moat is naturally displeased by the change at first but even she can’t deny that the old metal portable is a safer place for you to hide from the sun. Thick blankets and rugs are hung over the windows to keep the rays of sunshine out. 

Between the expertise of the scientists with their modern technology and the healing powers of Tsahik, things begin to look grim when there is little to no change in your state. Neteyam becomes increasingly more tense with every passing hour that yields no result. At some point his family stops trying to convince him to take breaks. Tuk takes it upon herself to gather and deliver a good serving from the communal fire for her older brother at every meal. 

Kiri is constantly teetering between helping her grandmother wrap cooling salves of thick leaves on your skin and foraging through the forest for different materials that could be used to create various healing ointments. 

Lo’ak tries to provide his brother with some pleasant company. If not that, then at least an annoying younger brother that can keep his mind off the matter for a few minutes. He tells jokes and shares random stories, usually featuring young alphas and the things their idiotic pride leads them to do. He has a plethora of these events saved up, having been training the new batch of future warriors almost daily. Those stories shift to other couples’ drama and fights when Neteyam laments over the past few weeks, assuring his brother that rough patches are normal in relationships and that perhaps he is not the worst skxawng to be found in the forest. 

Jake and Neytiri watch the scene with sorrowful eyes, discussing in the privacy of their home what needs to be done for their son and you. 

At hour thirty six, you begin to squirm. Every muscle seems to creek with each movement, seemingly as rusty and worn as the door to the outpost that takes an extra shove to open. It’s the burning heat that you notice next. It seems to travel along your veins and cover you in a suffocating cloud. It brings on feelings of almost claustrophobic symptoms. 

Finally, the flutter of your lashes reveal your golden eyes to the synthetic lighting of the outpost makeshift hospital wing. Only one electric light is turned on down the hallway. The rest of the ambience comes from lit candles scattering the surfaces around you. Their flicker is soft and soothing, but it’s the familiar scent of timber and pine that has your muscles finally relaxing. 

The surface beneath your head is cool to the touch, you rub your cheek against it. 

“Tanhi.”

That soft makeshift pillow is his thigh. Your already burning cheeks seem to reach new levels of inflamed rose color as you drowsily look up at him.

“You’re awake.” His voice is thick with emotion, almost choking the sounds from his throat. On its own volition your hand shakily reaches up to swipe away the tear traveling down his cheek. His skin is cool to the touch, such a different contrast to the usual warmth that you remember radiating off of him in your nights together. Your thin arm shakes from the strain of holding it upwards, he grabs your wrist gently and reluctantly helps you lower it back to your side. 

“Yes.” The sound comes out more hoarse and gravelly than you anticipated. You clear your throat before continuing. “How long have I been out?” 

“Over a day.”

A few moments of sunlight and suddenly a day and a half has been taken from you. It’s a lot to process, especially with the hazy pounding assaulting your head with every moment. The usual strength and energy in your body seems to have greatly dissipated, leaving you feeling as nothing but a shell of your normal self. Your attempt at sitting up is not only hindered by the strain of your abs but also cut short by Neteyam’s large hands gently pushing you back down. 

“No no Tanhi, just rest. Don’t strain yourself.” It’s too easy to settle your head back onto his welcoming lap. A small voice at the back of your head warns you of reversing all the progress that has been made, but it seems insignificant when Neteyam begins to tenderly brush his fingers through your hair. Nothing can take away the ache of your body and heat of your blood boiling but his touch does finally stir your heartbeat into a steady rhythm. It’s as if a weight is lifted off of you as your senses become filled with his essence. Every point of contact between you is like fire and ice. He is the ice that you welcome greatly, the only thing that seems to relieve the burning along your skin. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, eyes almost closed once more. 

“Whatever for, love?”

“I don’t mean to trouble you. I should’ve been more diligent, tracking the sun’s cycle..” Your lungs seize into a painful invisible grip, forcing a coughing fit to begin. Neteyam is quick to shush your sentence away and help you get some cool water down. His large hand rests over the heat of your forehead. The eldest Sully frowns down at you, no doubt still feeling the evidence of your raging fever. 

“Hush, Tanhi. There’s no place I would rather be right now.” 

You watch the shadows dance across lines of his collarbones and sharp features as he prepares another cool wrap to lay across your forehead. The grip you have on conscious thought is weak, but even at your mental peak you are sure that there is nothing more beautiful than the man above you. His harsh and sharp features that frame those kind and insightful eyes. He has an ethereal beauty that has always captured you. 

 “You’re going to be ok.” It’s unclear whether or not the sentiment is meant for you or rather himself. His hairless brows pinch into those familiar clenched lines. You recognize them from days he would come home to, the evidence of his still racing thoughts clearly etched into his features. 

Through the constant ache of your body and heat that tries to lure you to sleep, it takes you a moment to recognize the pheromones drifting off of him. You’re surprised to find that you can still identify the shift of emotions through his essence. Supposedly your sense of smell is better than you thought for a beta. The curling sadness and anxiety that comes off of him in waves, however, is something you wish could not be so easily detected. It is foreign and strange when mixed with his calming perfume. Neteyam isn’t usually one easily frazzled. 

Neteyam settles a clear plastic over your mouth and it takes a moment before you recognize it as the Avatar oxygen masks. The air filtered through it is clearer and more readily accepted by your lungs. After a few breaths you nod at him and he pulls it away again. 

Silence ensues. You yearn to break it with some semblance of an apology or explanation, but the words never come. Your body has other ideas as it drifts in and out of consciousness. Several times you wake to see another member of the Sully family perched next to Neteyam. However, the oldest Sully child never leaves. The hold you have on time becomes almost nonexistent as you slip back and forth between reality and fever induced dreams.

 Eventually you begin to wake periodically in Neteyam’s arms, head laying on his chest or coddled in his lap. Each time you consider saying something, knowing that he is no longer your mate. You have no claim on him and therefore no right to use him in this way, but his skin is cool and calms the sizzling heat upon your own. The very idea of creating distance between you two causes a spike of anxiety to take hold. 

It would be all too easy to blame this on your fever and the aid he provides, even in your state of watered down thought you know the truth. There is a yearning to be close to him again. To feel the gentle caresses that line your lips and cheeks as you sleep. To fall into a fantasy where the two of you never split, convincing yourself that today is simply a small sick day where your mate pampers you. The natural instincts of your beta nature furthermore aches for the calming presence of an alpha. Even the simple actions of his rising and falling chest that contains a steady heartbeat lulles your nature into a submissive calm. 

It is such a dramatic contrast to the empty abyss that has replaced your heart over the past few weeks. Falling into Neteyam feels natural, as expected as the waves that crash against the shore. It’s an ironic feeling to have considering the most inconvenient and problematic characteristics of your relationship. He was never meant to be yours. 

You chant those words in your head, willing them to echo true. 

This time, your eyes flutter lazily open to the feeling of his slim tail wrapping itself around your upper thigh. With creaky drowsiness you look up to find him fast asleep, lips parted softly with shallow breaths escaping soundlessly. Sprawled across him, head on his chest, this position resembles that of your usual sleeping position together. Or at least, what it used to be. Before the first cracks of dawn you would slip back into the tent and gently fall into his dozing embrace. It was not uncommon to find his tail slink around one of your limbs possessively all while never stirring from his unconscious state. 

Looking around the dingy outpost, it’s just the two of you. The plastic material of the mask around your neck feels uncomfortable around your heated skin. You find a matching one around Neteyam’s own throat. Although showing no signs of struggling breathing, you gently place it against his lips. When the clear oxygen filtered through his lips, Neteyam stirs.

You contemplate faking sleep when his ears twitch and eyes slowly open, but they immediately land on you. 

“Yawne.” Neteyam groans, voice thick with sleep. The deep rumble of his morning voice always makes your stomach do somersaults. “How are you feeling, Tanhi?” 

His ears pin back when you veer away from his efforts to cup your cheek. 

“A bit better.” Your arms tremble as they push against Neteyam pectorals to try and sit up properly. Despite his gentle protests, you finally manage to remain upright for the first time in days. The room spins around you. It’s only by the grace of Neteyam’s hands supporting your back that you remain sitting. “What time is it?” 

It feels like night but then again the heavy blankets over the outpost windows would show no indication of broad daylight if present. 

“Middle of the night.” 

“Then I should go.” Your feet are barely planted on the ground before Neteyam is pulling you back into his arms. 

“You don’t really think I’m going to let you out there in this condition, do you?” His chest rumbles with a stern timber, but his hold is tender and gentle. You are tempted to roll your eyes at the protective behavior, but you’re worried that doing so would put the room back into orbit again. 

“You need rest.” 

“I can rest at home.” 

“Like hell you will.” Neteyam scoffs, using another phrase he so commonly picks up from his father. You can practically feel the protective growl that yearns to climb up his throat, but a sigh comes out in its place. “You’re shaking, Tanhi. Let me take care of you.” 

His knuckles graze your cheek delicately, sending a cool shiver along your shoulders. 

“I don’t think that is a good idea.” 

Neteyam’s hand stills before dropping heavily to his lap. The heated breath coming from his lips tickles at the back of your neck. Were it not for your already trembling form you are sure that his presence alone would erupt goosebumps and shivers along your body. The pressing weight of silence is dizzying, tempting you to lay back down. You can practically hear the cogs in his head turning at a rapid pace. 

“Please just hear me out for a moment.”

Turning around to face him takes more effort than you would like to admit. Seeing those sad golden eyes without melting takes even more. 

“Five minutes is all I ask.” You hesitate, biting your bottom lip. “And if by the end of it you are sick of hearing from me then I promise I will leave you alone. My grandmother will take over caring for you and I will…respect your wishes.” His words are strangled, that suffocating dread pulling his features into a deep frown. 

“Ok.” 

The shimmer of hope is barely visible in his shining eyes but it still wrenches your heart. 

“My entire life has been about being Olo’eyktan. I’ve watched my father lead the people since I could barely walk and since then I have always known that someday that would be me. I wake up every day and the first thought that comes to mind is what needs to be done in order to become the mighty leader that everyone expects me to be. For a long time I’ve thought that my path was already decided by Eywa. Find an omega suitable of being tsahik, settle down with her, and lead till my son can take over. I was ok with that, I’d accepted my fate.” Neteyam shifts to his knees, fingernails digging slightly into his own thighs. Apprehension spoils his scent, creating a new mixture you are unfamiliar with. It’s then that you realize you’ve never seen Neteyam nervous before. 

“Then I met you.” 

Your eyes dart to the laminate floor. 

“I…I’m usually a lot better with words.” He chuckles nervously while rubbing the back of his neck. “It occurred to me recently that I’ve been negligent in our relationship. I never truly explained why I chose you. Why you are the person I can’t live without. Perhaps if I had we wouldn’t be in this situation now.” 

“Neteyam it’s not-”

“Please let me finish, Tanhi.” 

You nod softly, careful to not increase the already blooming headache pounding at your skull. 

“I’ve never met anyone like you.” A weak snort transforms into a cough raking up your throat. “I don’t mean because of ailment, yawne.” He clarifies and you suddenly feel embarrassed for assuming so quickly. Neteyam pauses his little speech to reach behind and once again carefully bring a cup of water to your parched lips. Gratefully, you let the cool substance slink down your throat to soothe the scratchy ache. 

Once he seems to be sure that another fit is not about to come on, Neteyam continues. 

“You have this unyielding spirit, determined to forage through any storm. Eywa herself puts you in the shadows and you conquer the terrain. The air around you hums with a quiet confidence that is…” He searches for the right word. “Intoxicating.” 

A laugh escapes your lips and yet you feel nothing resembling humor. Your hairless eyebrows scrunch in disbelief. Neteyam shows no acknowledgment of your reaction as he instead puts the mask back against your mouth. 

“I’ve been drawn to you since that first night hunt. Surely, that isn’t a secret.” He laughs into his own mask that is raised to his lips. If only he knew how oblivious you were to his intentions those first few weeks. “You’re fiercely determined and independent yet hold a gentle empathy and kindness for those around you that I could only ever hope to imitate. And stubborn too.” Neteyam chuckles with a shake of his head. “Fucking stubborn enough to tell a dumb alpha like me off, consequences be damned.” 

Your lungs can only manage a simple huffed laugh, but the corners of your lips are already turning upwards subconsciously. 

“When I’m around you,” His eyes pierce through you. “I can finally bear that weighted pressure of expectations on my chest. You make it light.” Neteyam leans forward and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your upturned ear. “My little star.” 

Your cheeks are damp and it is only then that you realize tears drops have been escaping your eyes. Neteyam thumbs them away with tender care. 

“I’ve grown accustomed to sacrificing whatever it takes to become Olo’eyktan. I’ve written my life off as not my own. I’ve given everything I can and could in order to fulfill this role. You are the only thing that I can not sacrifice. And maybe that is selfish of me, but I also know that without you I’m simply a shell of the man I am with you.” 

“I could never be Olo’eyktan without you by my side.” 

“But how am I supposed to be beside you when I can’t even step a foot into the sun without falling apart at the seams?” 

“You truly think that I haven’t thought about that, yawne?” Neteyam’s lips quirk into an amused smile. “I guess now would be a good time to tell you that Lo’ak and I have been building a black out healers tent.” You gape at him. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I suppose I should’ve known better than to think I could pull one over on you.” 

It’s foolish, you tell yourself. Another darkened tent doesn’t solve all of the problems. It doesn’t erase the strain this relationship would have on Neteyam or allow you to operate during the daytime hours, unless you are content to remain in the tent for all of your days. And yet, there is a sliver of hope growing in your bosom. 

“Nete, I don’t know what to say.” His braids swing over the intense eyes that focus on your every move. He’s tense, ready to jump in at the notice of resistance. “But, I can’t live my life in a dark tent.” 

“Of course not. I’m talking about a compromise. Lo’ak, he takes over in the mornings while you and I start the day in the midafternoons. Tsahik duties in the tent for a few hours and then the rest of the night spent together. Leading together. Hunting together.” The dopey grin that spreads upon his lips is fiercely adamant in capturing your heart once more. It takes everything in you to not reach out and pinch the mighty warrior’s cheek. A notion Neteyam is known to reprimand with a playful glare. 

“You make it sound so simple.” It’s too much to meet his gaze. You prefer the view of the worn down tiles as you take another calming breath from the mask. The pace of your heart is evermore increasing and part of you wonders if this conversation has the ability to make you faint. 

A hand beneath your chin gently prods you to look back up again. He whispers your name, soft but clear in the quiet outpost.

“We have a choice.”

The words weigh heavy in the air, drawing your ears to perk forward in anticipation. 

“I know that may sound like a lie to you. However, if there is anyone that understands their life being determined from birth, it’s you. You and I have been pushed and kept into our respective boxes, taught to dream of only the realistic paths ahead of us.”

You wish to say it’s untrue, but any other reality has been stripped away from you from your first breath and morphed into only that of fairy tales. 

“We get to choose whether or not we believe that. I’ve accepted my destiny, Tanhi, but I can not bring myself to see my journey walking besides anyone that’s not you. I’ve already chosen. You are what I will not sacrifice.” Neteyam’s calloused fingers weave into your hair, hands on the sides of your head. 

“It’s your turn, Tanhi. What do you choose?”

“Is that your definition of fumbling words?” Your chuckle is choked with tears. Neteyam’s short laughter joins your own, his lips already starting to spread into that smile you adore so much. 

The past few weeks have been a constant building of that fortress around your heart. You’ve tried to convince yourself over and over again that the two of you parting ways is for the best. These mantras have ripped your heart out and left you in a state of empty sadness, but they also have created a sturdy wall, one that is hard to crumble. Naturally, it is Neteyam that ever stands a chance at breaking through. Sweet Neteyam that knows you so thoroughly that he doesn’t require brute force to get through, he finds a hold from the inside, reading you like a book until there is nothing left for you to hide. 

This experience has been a draining uphill battle, but one that you have embarked on because you’ve been convinced that the right thing to do is often the hard thing. However, now, the story shifts. You are left wondering if perhaps this whole time, running away is not the hard thing at all. It’s staying that proves to be the most difficult battle to fight. It’s staying that requires your heart to be opened and at the mercy of failure and disappointment. Leaving Neteyam isn’t the noble cause you once thought it to be. 

It’s hiding. 

“You really have some nerve calling me stubborn.” You try to joke, but tears are already cascading down your cheeks at an alarming rate and you can tell Neteyam is seconds away from scooping you back into his lap. 

“Well I admit being stubborn has its reward sometimes.” He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Perhaps it’s paid off for me this time?” 

“Perhaps.” You smile coyly at him. It takes bracing a stabilizing hand against the floor to stop yourself from falling over when you lean forward but it’s worth the exhilarating feeling of his lips against yours once more. 

Neteyam is cautious and gentle, moving his lips softly in sync with yours, but you can feel the restraint it takes for him not to swallow you whole. However, you are still healing so Neteyam treats you the way you expect any alpha to: like a delicate flower. Your own tears wet the canvas of both of your cheeks and it takes a moment to realize that small droplets are falling from Neteyam’s eyes too.

The kiss is warm and tender. Relief washes through your body in a wave that makes you realize how much pain you truly were in. How even the very bones in your body finally lose their ache when Neteyam slips an arm around your back to bring you closer. 

You’re forced to break the kiss earlier than desired as Neteyam can feel the way your body lags to get air into its lungs. The soft pants that leave your lips are soon encased by the mask that the alpha slips over your mouth once more. The warmth of his gaze beaming down on you spreads across your chest and lights another fire along your skin. 

“Come home, Neteyam.” You whisper softly. His forehead leans against your own, those golden orbs still shimmering with unshed tears. 

“Always, Tanhi.” 

The hours float by in a happily dazed dream afterwards. Neteyam’s touch starved state comes fully into the light as he is constantly keeping a point of contact between you two. It’s obvious that his alpha hindbrain has gone off the wall after being apart for so long and furthermore trying to care for you without going too far. Now that the green light has been given, Neteyam is constantly wrapping his body around your own smaller form till you are almost completely encapsulated by him. 

Truthfully, you have no objections. In fact, even your own instincts push you towards readily accepting and initiating any forms of affectionate touch. It further helps that Neteyam’s skin is cool to the touch in comparison to your own raging feverish skin. 

Within half a day your wellbeing has greatly increased after the constant nurturing of your overprotective alpha, who seems to be constantly slipping water, food, medicine, or mask given air past your lips. Mo’at is greatly pleased when your temperature begins to return back to its former state and there is a greater strength present in your body. Still, she instructs you to lay low for another day as a precaution. 

Neteyam is more than happy to keep you to himself for another day. Watching you come close to the brink of death has his primal urges dialed to eleven. You have to scold him every now and then when his younger brother comes to visit and Neteyam thanks him with an aggressive hiss and tucking you safely into his arms and away from the ‘threat’. 

It’s borderline shocking to see his strong reactions considering the severed bond between the two of you. That is, until you find the truth.

“I admit, it might’ve been selfish Tanhi but I couldn’t bring myself to cut our tie before knowing that I had tried everything possible to get you back.”

He had looked up at you with a guilty composure but after everything the two of you had been through you couldn’t hide your relief and joy in finding out that this bond had still survived the heartache. It also provides a greater explanation to your own body's willingness to melt into him with or without a resolution. Now, though, you are content to let him have his fun babying you for one day more and revill in the renewed connection the two of you share.  

This time when you awake in the newly hung hammock inside of the outpost (Neteyam had used every angle possible to convince the human scientists to let him temporarily take up the space) you’re surprised to find your mate’s skin hot against your own. His thumping heartbeat rickets in your eardrums but instead of rocking you to sleep, the sound sends shivers down your spine. 

Neteyam is blissfully unaware of your consciousness as your own heart starts to speed up. Shifting your leg, it’s a surprise to feel a sticky texture lining the inside of your loincloth. Blood rushes to your cheeks when you realize the source of this substance. Bashfully you’re relieved to see Neteyam is still asleep, allowing your arousal to remain a private humiliation. 

With the cautiousness of a sneaking Palulukan, you attempt rolling off of the hammock and out of his arms to take care of your little problem. It’s only halfway rolling over to your side when the Omatikaya prince shifts and spoons you from behind. All plans are immediately thwarted when his muscular thigh slips between your splayed legs innocently. However, the pressure it incidentally puts against your clit brings forth feelings that are anything but innocent. 

A veiny forearm easily clamps around your waist to pull you back against his chest. The act rubs his thighs against your clothed folds so suddenly, that it brings a whimpered moan from your lips. Breath hitched in your throat, you wait to see if Neteyam stirs. He shows no sign of waking so you try to scoot your heated core away from his thigh slyly. 

Not only are these efforts unrewarded but also bring a tinge of sadness coursing through you. It’s a strange wave of emotion that follows. Arousal quickly windles into full blown desperation within a few heartbeats. The sensations are overpowering, racing through every surface of your body until all that your mind can focus on is the need to be filled by a mate. 

Filled by Neteyam.

“Oh Great Mother.” You curse quietly. 

Your first heat.

A momentous milestone that your parents have talked to you in great lengths about yet still brings nothing to light on the reality of the experience. You’ve had smaller mini episodes of heat, normal in the beginning of adulthood for Na’vi betas, but it’s only a laughable comparison to the clawing desire taking over your body currently. As a beta you figured that your own heats would be miniscule compared to the laborious heats that plague omegas earlier in their years. 

Involuntarily rocking your clothed core against Neteyam’s thigh you now wonder how these Na’vi have ever survived such a demanding lust and lived to tell the tale. And that is what it feels like. Death if not satisfied. Pain if not satiated. 

Embarrassment is thrown out the window in favor of creating a pleasurable friction against your clit. Hardly ever having experienced touching yourself on the rare occasion, you have no idea what to do. The corded muscle of his relaxed thigh feels better than your usual small fingerings drumming against the bundle of nerves, so you continue to rock back in a desperate rhythm. 

The hammock starts to sway softly with your jutting hips. Some movements are rewarded with a spark of pleasure, only to then be absent on the next rock of your hips. Frustration is quick to brew as you can’t seem to find the right angle and pressure against your core. Shiny slick drenches through the thin fabric and onto the alpha’s thigh. It acts as a lubricant for your journey across his skin, allowing a faster pace to be adopted. 

Your pussy clenches around open air, beckoning for a worthy mate to finally fill and claim you properly. It’s an emptiness that you can only compare to the tingling you have experienced after especially long makeout sessions with Neteyam, but it’s worse. So much worse that it brings tears to your eyes. The only relief is found when a lucky thrust finally has the fabric pushed away from your core and lets your small clit peek out and press against his azure skin. 

Now without any barriers, pure ecstasy wracks through your body. It only amplifies when the muscles flex slightly beneath you, giving just the right amount of pressure against your clit. A knot forms and tightens in your stomach, quickly winding until it feels as if it’s about to snap. It feels almost dirty to realize that your slick has now coated the entirety of Neteyam’s thigh all while he is sleeping and yet it lures you further into a state of arousal than you have ever been before. 

Your own thighs clench harshly around Neteyam’s to trap it against your core. A release clear on the horizon, every effort is put into maintaining that delicious sensation of your clit being assaulted against the muscle. Legs shaking and small squeaks erupting from your throat you chase that feeling relentlessly. 

“Cum, Tanhi.” 

Neteyam’s raspy voice pushes you over the edge with a shocked gasp. His rumbling growl of satisfaction seems to pulse through you in sync with the overwhelming sensations of an orgasm. 

“Good girl.” He praises as your body trembles in the afterglow of release. Neteyam chuckles when a simple flex of his thighs has a whimper spilling your lips. Swirling patterns are drawn by the alpha’s fingers along your sides and arms. 

Mental clarity returns in a flash, allowing the reality of the situation to sink in. You hide your heated face against his arm underneath your head while groaning in humiliation. 

“Nete.” You whine.

“Hush, baby girl. It’s alright, no reason to get all shy on me now.” He coos while swiping your hair away from your cheek to finally have an unobscured view of your blushing face. “Especially not when you make such pretty noises.” 

The words crumble any wall of resistance against the impending heat. Your body yearns for another release, still screaming at you for not being filled with your alpha’s cock yet. A cock that you can feel hardening beneath Neteyam’s loincloth and poking at your lower back. 

“Neteyam, it really hurts.” 

“I know, Tahini, I know.” He soothes, softly kissing your temple while brushing the strands of hair away. “My poor little star. A bit stronger than you expected, hm?” 

When his thigh finally shifts away from your leaking pussy, despite the strength of your clamped legs, a noise of disappointment escapes you. 

“So much worse. Neteyam please!” It’s hard to say what you are begging for specifically, but the alpha is quick to calm your worries with sweet nothings. Your limbs kick out and try to wind around any of his, subconsciously finding ways  to trap his body closer to yours. 

“If you want help, all you have to do is say, yawne. I know how to take care of my girl.” He turns you by the chin to make direct eye contact with him, a silent second measure to make sure this is truly what you desire. Hesitating is far from your mind as you nod and whine out little pleas.

Satisfied with your consent Neteyam grins and begins to descend down your body. Confusion swirls in your eyes when he situates your legs over his shoulders. The sex talk from your parents may not have been that descriptive but you know enough to realize that his cock is nowhere near your drenched entrance. 

“How does that…” You trail off, head tilted to the side. 

“Just need to get your ready first, Tanhi. Want my baby girl to feel good.” Pointed teeth poke out beneath his lips in his open mouth grin. The pads of his fingers tenderly brush and tease along your outer thighs, slowly making their way to your inner. Tingles of anticipation and pleasure trickle up your body. It boggles you how such a light tracing heightens your lust to new levels. 

“How?” 

His face softens and Neteyam coos at you while tucking a strand behind your ear. 

“Just trust me, little star. I promise you’ll like it.” 

So you do, even when his face lowers to your partly clothed mound. Neteyam’s nose presses against your pussy and he sucks in air like a man on the brink of drowning. Your cheeks set aflame at having his face so close to your special place, something you had never considered before. The rumble of power in his hungry growl, however, washes away any insecurity that would plague your mind. 

“Smell so delicious, Tanhi.” He purrs.

Neteyam’s creates a path of wet kisses along your inner thighs. Careful grips on your knees allow him to maneuver your legs into whatever profane position he desires, easy access for his eager tongue and lips. His saliva and your slick become intermixed along the expanse of skin as he takes his time warming you up. Each time his lips come closer to your folds, you whimper needily. Heated lust entraps every thought you have, wondering how long it will be until the two of you finally become one. 

The first nips at your left inner thigh causes you to jump. His eyes look back up at you as the pointed tips of those canines teasingly scrape against your soft skin. 

“Just a little taste, yawne?” He asks, although the smirk along his lips suggests that it is less of a question and rather a warning. 

“A bite? T-there?” 

Neteyam chuckles at your clueless behavior. It’s been known among Na’vi to leave obvious hickeys and bites along one’s mate’s skin, but you’ve always assumed that to only be in places more visible and less…private. Your tail swishes anxiously as you think of those marks being so close to your heated entrance. 

“Yes, baby girl. A little mark to remember me by, hm?” 

A simple nod of your head is all the permission required for Neteyam to continue. He takes one last breath from the hanging mask before picking a spot on your inner thigh where the flesh is supple and tender, licking and kissing and the area in preparation. When his lips close around the plush skin and begin to suck, it sends tendrils of electricity straight to your core. Without even thinking you moan and grab at his hair. You’re stuck between the urge to push his head away and encourage him to suck harder. 

Once released, the skin is left with a pronounced purple mark. One lick is deposited on the spot before his teeth nip and tug at the skin. You squeal and arch your back dramatically, Neteyam moans darkly he has let it fall from between his teeth and begin to soothe the skin with kisses and licks. The entire act scratches a part of your brain that is primal, satisfied by the apparent claim he leaves for all to see. 

“Much better.” His tone drips with pride. “Thank you, Tanhi.” He kisses your knee in gratitude, as if you have given him some sacred gift, and perhaps for him that is true. 

It’s only now that it occurs to you how many times Neteyam has held back from staking his claim on you the way most alphas do. You vaguely remember the indented mark of his own teeth against his bottom lip that would draw blood, especially after you have shared an intimate moment or he saw another male eyeing you for too long. What you had originally shrugged off as a habit now transforms in your mind as an act of self control. 

Neteyam is quick but deliberate with his handy work of undoing the ties around your tail and hips. He slides the fabric away from your pelvis with an attitude of reverence. Cool air against your slick folds feels like a tickling touch that has your lust spiking dramatically. Burning eyes on your most sensitive area is like gasoline to the flames. 

You attempt to clench your thighs together to protect your dignity, but Neteyam hoists them apart and back on his shoulders sternly. 

“None of that, baby girl. Let me see how pretty you are.” 

And there’s something in that phrase and his undivided attention that makes your toes curl. It becomes blatantly obvious that if he doesn’t hurry up and get on with sticking his cock inside your pussy, you will fall apart at the seams before there is even a chance. 

“Neteyam, I’m ready. Please please I’m so ready.” You ramble, willing your legs apart to prepare easier access. Once he is inside everything will be better, although the thought of your virgin walls stretching around him causes a slight tinge of panic to break loose.

“Mawey, my love. It’s about to get good.” 

However, frustration and confusion bubble to the surface again when you see his face lowering back down. 

“No no, Nete. Enough kisses.” You whine. “I need you inside.”  

His brows push up at that, the corners of his lips perking slightly as if hesitant to fully grin.

“Are you sure, my love? We can still wait if you wa-”

“NO! No more waiting! I’m ready now. I need you right now.” 

He calls your name softly, but with a hint of unyielding sternness that lets you know it is important you listen. Even a beta can sense when the time to obey is present.

“You’re heat is a very powerful thing but also fleeting, Tanhi. I don’t want you to make such a big decision purely because of your primal instincts.” It’s a respectful and considerate gesture but your head is shaking before he is even close to finishing. If this man does not take you now, you’re ready to flip him over and sit on his member, inexperience be damned. 

“It’s not. I’ve been ready for weeks. W-was just waiting to tell you. Take me now, stick it in now.” The ringing in your ears, you realize is actually the accelerated blood thumping along the eardrums from your racing heart. It feels as if the speed will be enough to burst your ribcage open. “I’m ready.”

Neteyam watches as your eyes clench shut and hands scrape against the woven material of the hammock. You’re braced and ready for the pain that will ensue upon penetration. 

“Tahni,” Your eyes slowly peek open to see that the alpha hasn’t moved a muscle. “You love me, don’t you?” 

The question throws you off guard, but the answer comes easily.

“Of course.” 

“And you know that I love you?” 

“Yes Neteyam.” Your hips scoot against the fabric, pussy fluttering as it continues to wait for the incoming sensation. 

“And you trust me?” 

“Always, Nete.” 

The alpha hums happily at your response, muttering out a deep ‘good girl’. 

“Then I need you to trust that I know what I’m doing, baby girl. Trust that your alpha will take care of you.” He tenderly brushes his fingers over your soft stomach. “And trust me enough to say if or when something doesn’t feel good.” 

You nod hazily, keenly aware of the tickling sensation of his touch along your hips. 

“That’s my good girl. Now let me get you ready.”

It’s still confusing when you see his head lower towards your navel once more, but you don’t protest this time. He’s right, you do trust him and he does have far more experience with sex than you by far. Your upturned legs are spread even wider by his broad shoulders as he leans closer and lets the tips of his tongue drag over you from belly button to navel. The saliva line goes down further and further until…oh.

It takes his grip on your hips to keep them pressed against the hammock when his tongue brushes over your clit for the first time. It’s a pleasure that is completely foreign to you. Comparable to the spark of dopamine that comes from your small finger teasing the area and yet completely different in intensity. He draws sensual figure eights along the bundle of nerves several times before swooping down to collect more of your arousal between your folds. 

Neteyam is calculated with his exploring, performing in the way of someone who has crafted their art. When his tongue just barely swipes across your entrance your hands fly down to grasp his braids again. This time, however, the only thought on your mind is keeping him down there. His flat nose nudges at your clit with every swipe of his tongue along your pussy. 

“Oh my Eywa!” You screech as that knot is quickly being tied again in your stomach. 

Neteyam on the other hand becomes focused on another knot, tugging at the twine holding your top in place while still working on your pussy with zealous excitement. With your aid, the dangling top is released and falls to the side. His assault on your pussy pauses for him to trail upwards and lick along your quickly hardening peaks. 

“So pretty, Tanhi.” He murmurs against your right nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking. Meanwhile his fingers have taken the place of his tongue and expertly rub your clit. “My pretty little star.” 

Gleeful pride twinkles in his eyes as he looks up at you, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your chest. Your small hands grapple at any part of him you can reach, finding purchase on his flexed bicep that holds himself over you. 

The connecting lines of your thoughts are tangled into a ball of messy hunger and desperation. Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined such strange things to be so exhilarating. A part of you wonders what else was not included in that sex talk. 

His head is found back between your legs again once your nipples are red and pointed proudly. Neteyam licks, nips and sucks at your pussy like a starved man. Every moan of pleasure releases vibrations that sky rockets through you. It becomes too much to handle. You’ve never felt more fragile in your entire life than when his eyes connect with yours, one eye winking at you, and you fall apart. 

Neteyam’s moan while licking up the white substance pouring from you goes completely unnoticed as the world around you spins and your ears ring. The gravity of this orgasm shakes you to the bones, floodgates of pleasure completely open in your brain. 

Although it feels as if Pandora has slipped out from beneath you, the recovery from this release is swift. Your skin prickles with goosebumps and your pussy hungrily clenches around open air once more. It seems that the monster of a heat inside you grows more insatiable with every second. So when Neteyam covers one finger in the remnants of your juices and starts to prod at your entrance, you’re relieved. 

“You’re doing so good, baby girl. This may feel strange at first, but let me know if it hurts too much.” It’s hard to focus on anything else besides the shiny slick that still coats his chin as he looks at you, but you manage a nod.

It does feel strange at first, your walls incredibly tight. Getting down to the first knuckle is easy but going towards the second proves to feel a little more strained. Regardless, you are happy to find that getting one finger inside is nothing near as painful as expected. Neteyam wiggles the digit and it makes you twitch. Such a strange sensation to be filled but, the longer he twists and curls his finger, the more you find yourself enjoying it. 

“How does that feel, yawne?”

“F-fine…a little strange.” 

Neteyam chuckles.

“I know. My girl’s pretty pussy is so tight.” It’s the pride and adoration in his voice that melts you from the inside out. The muscles of your cunt relax against him as he starts to slide another finger in. 

This stretch takes a little more time, effort, and praise from your alpha but otherwise it’s smooth sailing. He scissors and stretches your walls with due diligence, even as the dark pupils of his eyes overtake the gold color. By the third finger, you’re clawing at his braced forearm and begging for his cock. Neteyam doesn’t immediately give in, reminding you of the importance of being stretched out for him. Frustrated by his noble intentions, you aren’t beyond playing dirty. 

“Alpha please! Need your cock so bad, it hurts. Feel so empty.” The begging turns into sweet tones of whimpers. You can see the shift of his muscles as they tense. His pheromones take on a stronger hue, one that surrounds you like a cloud. Your small hand reaches down for him, fingers grasping in open air. Neteyam is quick to use the hand not half way up your pussy to hold your own, looking up at you. “You said you’d take care of me, alpha.” 

Perhaps in a situation not distorted by desperate lust and the sweet scent of your erotic perfume Neteyam would be tempted to put you over his knees for trying to manipulate him, but the clenching of your velvet walls around his fingers is enough to keep him focused on being balls deep inside of you instead. You can see the moment that his resolve crumbles to ashes, it’s accentuated by a deep growl and narrowed eyes. 

You watch with hungry eyes as Neteyam hastily claws at the strings of his loincloth. It’s a wonder that it doesn’t rip underneath his harsh fingers but it finally falls away and your pupils dilate at the sight. His length stands heavily against his stomach, curving slightly under its own weight. Saliva gathers in your mouth as you observe the freckled stars that glow under the dim light of the room and scatter over his shaft till reaching the tip. A bead of precum is settled there and for the first time, you understand the desire to put your mouth in such sinful places. 

Neteyam preens under your awed attention, his hindbrain purring in delight at seeing his little mate impressed with what he has to offer. His grin widens when he notices your hand hesitantly reaching towards it. You stop, however, before getting to touch. 

“It’s ok, Tanhi. You can touch.” The three fingers leave your entrance with a squelching sound. Neteyam confidently keeps eye contact while licking the digits clean with a soft purr, then that large hand is wrapping around your own and leading you towards his twitching member. 

Even with Neteyam’s guidance, you’re unable to wrap the entirety of his width in your grip, but he doesn’t appear to be bothered by it. In fact, a devious spark lights in his smile as he watches you struggle to hold it. Although, you will probably never admit it outside of heat, you too enjoy the dramatic size difference between the two of you. On more than one occasion you have let your arousal ruin your loincloth just from having his large body completely wrapped around your own, tucking you away so easily. 

A small gasp leaves your throat when his cock twitches in your hand. Neteyam can’t keep his cooing laughter in as he pets affectionately at your hair. He pauses to take a breath from the mask while still smirking. 

“You see what you do to me, baby girl?” 

The taste of iron erupts in your mouth and it is only then that you realize you’ve been crushing your bottom lips between sharp teeth. 

“Is it…uncomfortable?” It feels silly to be so bashful after having his lips along your pussy moments earlier, but you can’t help but keep your voice down to a whisper. You thank the Great Mother for the privacy that the scientists have allowed the two of you over the past few days. There would be no recovery for your dignity if they were to walk in on this scene. Heat or not, being whiny and oblivious is embarrassing. 

“Hm, sometimes my love. If relief is not given.” He guides your thumb to run over the head. “Mostly it gets my thoughts traveling to tempting places. Imagining all the different ways I can have you laid out for me.” The weight of your eyelids seem to increase with every word he speaks. His other hand running up and down your inner thigh only adds to the lust filled daze that has captured you. 

“Wondering what you would taste like.” Being the cheeky alpha that he is, Neteyam doesn’t let the opportunity pass by without reaching a few digits down to his soaked thigh and swirling the substance between his fingers. He simultaneously continues to help you jerk his thick member slowly while sticking the dripping fingers into his mouth profanely. 

“My imagination, however, doesn’t do it justice.” He hums with delight, his pink tongue swiping over his bottom lip to collect any escaping juices. “My thoughts are merely a facade in comparison to the real thing. They can’t do you justice.”

You subconsciously tighten your grip around him at the words, causing a low groan to rumble from his chest. Another trickle of slick coats your entrance. You’re in absolute awe at your body's ability to get close to cumming just from the dark noises and words that spill from your mate’s lips. Not to mention the twitching weight of his cock restrained in your hand. 

“Then stop imagining and come here.” You leap forward and capture his lips with your own. Neteyam’s hum of surprise morphs into a viscous growl as your tongues fight for dominance. The little gasps and groans that slip into the kiss as you pump his cock is electrifying. It’s borderline addicting to see that way the mighty Omatikaya Prince bucks his hips for you. A sense of power to know that you can get him melting like this. 

Never breaking the kiss, Neteyam shuffles your body forward and the two of you start to guide his cock towards your fluttering pussy. All forms of trepidation are gone. Your body screams from every pore that you can take it. You trust these instincts as the thick head of his member prods at your entrance. 

Your lips part against his mouth in a gasp when the head slips past your entrance. Slick walls stretch in ways that you couldn’t have imagined and it feels as if you are about to be split in half. Neteyam continues to kiss and nip at your lips gleefully while carefully continuing to guide himself in inch by inch. 

“You’re being such a good girl for me.” He coos as your eyes scrunch shut tightly. It feels as if the length will never stop, as if he is about to reach your chest from the inside, but Neteyam is patient. He takes his sweet time checking up on you with every inch and soaking his tone and words with constant praises. It does this trick, scratching at that primal desire to please your alpha. 

When his balls finally meet the curve of your ass, little whimpers rain from you consistently. 

“N-nete, so b-big.” You cry, forehead touching his own as you struggle to take in ragged breaths. He forces you to take a breath from the mask hanging from his neck. 

“I know, baby. So perfect and tight around me.” His own voice shakes slightly. “God damn!” The english phrase sounds like gibberish to your ears but you understand the sentiment nonetheless. 

Settled there to let you adjust, your head lolls to his shoulder.  When his cock twitches, you clamp your teeth down on his exposed shoulder to stabilize yourself. Neteyam encourages the oral fixation through  hissed words of praise. Tears spill from your eyes but it’s hard to say what the source of your crying is. The stretch is uncomfortable but you can’t deny the certain tinge of pleasure that courses through you when a slight shift reminds you of how full your pussy is. Eventually, your heat takes the edge off, rewarding your ability to secure a mate with a pulsing clit and dripping entrance. 

It takes a moment to realize that Neteyam is calling your name, you eventually snap out of it when his lips murmur it straight into your flicking ears. 

“Hand me your kuru, baby.” Your hands obey on their own accord. “Want you to understand how good you feel, Tanhi. How happy you make me.”

When those dancing tendrils wrap securely around one another, your eyes go from sleepy slits to dilated pupils of awe. It never becomes old being able to feel Neteyam so closely. To feel his breath and strength. To have his own emotions coalesce with yours. A vulnerable certainty of how he is feeling. In this state, neither of you can hide. There is no deceit. There are no polite formalities. You both have direct access to the other’s soul.

This time, a new current of sensation travels through the bond. It sparks into growing forms of ecstasy that makes you groan. It’s a strange thing to accept, but you can feel your own tights walls secured around him. Hugging him so tightly in the warmth of your cunt, velvety texture caressing him with every shift. Underneath that pleasure also grows an unyielding lust that pricks at his self control with every passing second. His hindbrain is screaming at him to move. To claim. To fill your womb with his seed until it drips out from you. 

It’s better than if the words had come from his own lips. It sets you into a feral need to complete these fantasies. 

“Can you feel me, baby girl?” His arms are securely wrapped around your middle to keep you tight against him. 

“Yes Nete, feel all of you. Need all of you. W-want you to move.” The ability to form coherent sentences starts to slip between your fingers. Neteyam, however, requires no further instruction. Your back hits the hammock once more as his strong grip clasps around the soft flesh of your hips. The mask is settled over your lips by the alpha before he continues. 

Slowly, but surely, he draws out with smooth and continuous thrusts. Your cunt clenches around him almost painfully, as if to keep him locked there. Once the tip is just barely past your entrance he starts to slide back in smoothly. The prolonged thrusts eventually angle in a way that hits a bundle of nerves inside you that has never been explored by you before. Neteyam moans in sync with you as he can feel your own pleasure every time the head of his cock rubs at the rosy spot. 

It spurs him forward. You don’t have to explicitly tell him to go faster because he can feel it straight through the bond. It allows you to focus the energy you have left on gripping his shoulders for dear life. A brutal rhythm begins to take place, your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“Oh Eywa!” You screech. The obscene noises of skin slapping fills the room along with Neteyam’s loosed growls and grunts. 

“That’s not my name, Tanhi.” The alpha teases, but you can feel the aching desire he has to hear his own name upon your lips. To have the auditory satisfaction of knowing he is pleasing his little mate.

“N-neteyam oh haa Nete!” 

His precision at hitting your g spot increases. Neteyam learns your body with an impressive speed. One hand comes up to palm and tease your breasts in his large hand. His eyes switching back and forth between watching his cock disappear inside of you and marveling at the nipple hardening between his pinched fingers. 

Everything starts to become a blur for you. The origins of sounds are unknown. Several times you are surprised to find that the high pitched screams are coming from your own throat. Your body shakes and trembles as if it is about to shatter into a million pieces. And that is what you come to truly believe as it overwhelms your senses. It is so consuming and new that you start to sputter little pleas of mercy to your mate, convinced that you truly will die from this overload of sensations. 

“It’s alright, Tanhi. You’re alright. Just let go for me. Let it all go.” 

Your hair tangles in the woven material of the hammock as you shake your head. Neteyam thrusts become ragged and less coordinated but he slips a hand down to fondle at your clit. You scream and arch, cumming harder than ever before. Neteyam is less than a second behind you, feeling the effects of your orgasm through the bond. Warm ropes of seeds paint your inner walls. 

The first normal sense that comes to you is the feeling of Neteyam’s heavy and warm body collapsed on top of yours. Heated breath tickles at your neck, intermittent with sweet kisses and nonsense murmurs. You let yourself bask in the afterglow. Your body is sore and motionless, but luckily Neteyam takes over. Only a tiny sound comes from you when he slips out.

“Come here, tanhi.” Your boneless body is pulled to lay on top of him. Soothing affection swims across the bond when you nuzzle your face against his chest. The swing of the hammock and rhythm of his heartbeat is quickly luring you to sleep. 

Neteyam grabs your hand and kisses it sweetly. You can vaguely make out the sound of his voice, but the words are like garbled noises which never compute in your brain. It’s hard to say whether or not it’s english or if you just can’t understand simple words now in your fucked out state. Still, you like the way it makes his chest rumble. 

“Neteyam.” The rumble stops, tail flickering as he waits patiently. 

“I see you.” Your words are barely more than a whisper in the stuffy room but they ring true. He gently places the breathing mask over your lips again before your eyes close. 

“You’re all I see, little star.” 

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May I ask what you think Los Vaqueros' dynamics would be in the Omegaverse AU? And what their courting rituals would entail?

This is a fun concept! Ramblings below the cut

So for the purposes of this story, Ale and Rudy are not included in the 141 polycule. It wouldn’t make much sense considering they are stationed in Mexico, and the 141 is a traveling organization. However, I will say that they are still considered part of the ‘pack’ which is to say, they aren’t mates, but there is a welcome familiarity and strong bond there that is somewhat similar. This also extends to other 141 associates like Laswell, Farah, Alex, and Nikolai. Not mates, and very respectful of the boundaries that entails, but still considered ‘pack’ if that makes sense. The wolf dynamics are strong, lol. 

It is fun to consider AleRudy and their own Omega though. I like to think Rudy is a Beta, as he is shown to be very level headed in a way similar to that designation. While he is just as much a soldier and badass as Ale, he does provide a soothing edge to Ale. Ale I headcanon as an Alpha, but honestly I also like the subversive trope of him being an Omega. Maybe I’ll explore that at a later time. 

I feel like there’s a lot of ways they meet their Omega. Maybe you’re a soldier, maybe you’re a childhood friend, or maybe you’re a shaken witness to a cartel deal, one who needs protection from Los Vaqueros to keep you alive. It isn’t an instantaneous thing, your bond with them. They’re so solidified in their own dynamic that they both brush aside growing feelings for you, thinking it might upset the other if they were to express it- that it might be seen as disloyalty, which they both hold very sacred. 

They’re protective over you, granted, instincts bids them to be with an Omega who is in such a perilous situation. Your feelings grow for them in the way that is born through passing gestures, subtle scent marking, soft spoken words and the comfort of their presence. It isn’t until a significant time has passed before they realize they both have feelings for you. From there they approach you, make their intentions clear, and ask to court you. Entirely respectful, and you are more than ready for it. 

Both their love languages are quality time, and there are many many evenings spent lounging with them watching cheesy telenovelas and cooking while the kitchen fills with laughter. Most courting rituals involve gifts, acts of service, and Rudy and Ale are no exception to that rule. Rudy cooks for you, sits you down in the kitchen where you spend long hours chatting as he flips through recipe books. Ale brings you small gifts, and it takes him several attempts to find out the things you like. (You don’t see him tugging his hair in frustration trying to figure it out while Rudy smiles in amusement) 

They’re both very protective with you, very emotionally in tune with you in the things you all enjoy about each other. It doesn’t take long for courting to turn into a rather passionate affair, with you waking between them many mornings, tangled in the sheets. Ale is gentle but intense with his affections, with both you and Rudy. He’s an assault on the senses in bed, constant rumbling purrs of a pleased Alpha with his mates, firm hands and huffing breaths as he presses kisses to your scent gland. Never biting. Not yet. Rudy, beloved Rudy, whispers reverent praises in your ear, guides you through the whimpering pleasure of taking Ale’s knot, holds your leg aloft as his Alpha sets to devour your cunt. They hold your hands when the pleasure becomes too much, kiss away the tears of pleasure building in your eyes as your orgasm trembles through you. They call you mi vida, corazón, beautiful, sweet omega as you fall into a slow, languid tangle of limbs and trembling releases. 

It takes a while for them to bond with you, and it’s only once you feel both of them sink their fangs into each shoulder (a beautiful matching set) that you completely and entirely surrender to them, knowing there is no other place for you but with your two mates. 

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Have some extra time? Want to dive into something deep, or maybe stay up until 5am reading shadowgast fanfiction? Well, this week, we've got thirteen series for you! Check them out underneath the cut, and please comment and kudos if you liked them!

Clock Hands by royalgreen (62504, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: None

Alternate take on canon where Essek and Caleb start a relationship, leading into an alternate Rumblecusp arc

Reccer says: Great pining, sweet fluffy bois, fantastic worldbuilding, and a mystery

Touching Sentiments by Chanse (SpottedEnchants) (239244, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

This slice-of-life, interconnected collection of premises explores, among many things, the concept of Essek as both touch-averse and touch-starved, and how this might affect his relationships with the Mighty Nein.

Reccer says: I love how the author handles Essek's conflicting needs, and his relationship with all of the Nein (especially Caleb). It's so soft.

Wild Magic Surges by literalfuckinggarbage (10385, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Character studies of each wizard turning into a child version of themself through a wild magic surge in Aeor.

Reccer says: They are so sweet and precious as children! And all of the Nein’s voices are perfect

Among the Tattered Ruins by Cardinal_Daughter (33320, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Post canon getting together in Aeor, being domestic/sexy in Caleb’s house and meeting family.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Essek Thelyss' Lingerie Collection by CircaTheKnowledgeable (19490, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek Thelyss is given his first set of lingerie and finds a confidence in it that he has not had in a long time. Caleb loves it too.

Reccer says: Hot!

Shadowgast Omegaverse by firefright (54283, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Omegaverse

alpha!Caleb and omega!Essek fall into a relationship right before the peace talks. This explores that and continues on

Reccer says: It's always wonderful to find a good a/b/o series, and this fits that beautifully

Catch A Falling Star (Critical Role) by RainyDayDecaf (32921, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Graphic Depictions of Violence

The Mighty Nein find more than a Beacon in the sewers of Zadash. They also find a drow wizard and prisoner of war.

Reccer says: Mostly pre-relationship, the slow build is lovely! Heart wrenching at times and amusing at others.

birds of prey by TheKnittingJedi (102785, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

A Scourger!Bren AU that has Bren and Essek playing cat-and-mouse in political intrigue, spy games, and increasingly complicated emotions

Reccer says: I liked it!

the tusk love cinematic universe by kaeda (168202, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

While in Aeor, Essek and Caleb are transported to what seems to be the world of Tusk Love.

Reccer says: Kaeda is able to take such a crack premise and make it deeply compelling and heartwarming

reflections and other illusions of control by atlasarcana (84220, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Essek and Caleb have bedroom issues and summon an echo. The Echo is from a timeline where Bren remained a Volstrucker. They make things work.

Reccer says: This fic series focuses on relationship dynamics, intimacy, repression, and vulnerability. Caleb's journey into accepting a Dom role has to do with healing from a lot of trauma, and it's wonderful watching him be taught by Bren, who inadvertently is also healing from trauma by doing so. Plus, there's cross-timeline matchmaking for Bren and his own timeline's evil Shadowhand.

Aeor is for Lovers: Prompt Fills by LessAttitudeMoreAltitude (17979, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek and Caleb in Aeor, their relationship developing over a series of whumpy incidents

Reccer says: For a whump based series, it's surprisingly soft and sweet

Ages Past Ages Hence Cinematic Universe by Athenavine (30355, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Slice of life romance fics that capture the fulness of the love blooming between two wizards in exandria

Reccer says: athenavine really captures the characters voices, and the pace the romance moves at is just delicious. the descriptions are visceral and immersive and the fic updates very reliably and regularly. the series is emotionally compelling and spicy and exciting and it takes place over a span of time that feels like i really get a peek into all the important moments between my two favorite exandrian wizards. 10/10, will scream for anybody to read it, highly reccommend

And then we have two recs for this last one!

Field On Fire (Not the Actual Events) by Defiler_Wyrm (60535, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes, Contains a couple of monsterfucking scenes, but it’s still Shadowgast

From the depths of Aeor to a peace beyond, Caleb and Essek come together and explore their relationship—and each other—thoroughly.

Reccer 1 says: I’m entirely biased, but I like the balance of fluff and smut with a bit of humor and a pinch of angst, and how no two sex scenes are truly the same. Reccer 2 says: Top quality smut, Essek being competent as hell, Caleb being super slutty, I love all of it

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with Sports/Athletes AUs! Let's make the noodly wizards move!

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"Love, or Something Ignites" might just be the best goyuu fic ever!!! let me explain!!! (Thoughts and Review)

Some quick context but cuz this review was already going to be pretty long without my flashback sequence so pls scroll down to the red text if you don't want to hear my history of opinions with JJK and its ships.

I've been deep in the goyuu tag since the beginning of the year, which I found kind of strange at first since I watched S1 way back in 2022 and did not give much of af about the whole show.

I kicked my feet a bit at SukuFushi,  tried to like it more, and even searched out a couple of fics but they just weren't giving AT ALL.

At the start of 2023 I watched jjk 0 and I was kinda hyped to get back into the show, but my shipping heart still ached for something to latch onto so I went on AO3 and picked up the first fic I found. Surprise, surprise, it was a goyuu fic featuring role reversal. I wouldn't say I liked it but it did tickle something in my brain I would have explored if I wasn't neck deep in my bakudeku era at the time.

Then S2 happened and it all just sorta clicked for me. Before then I'd mainly been a SukuIta believer, I didn't frequent their fics but I DID gobble up their twincest doujins like I was starved when I had the time. 2nd cour of S2 coming out practically sealed Goyuu for me, I'd always felt there was a bit of something I saw between them but Yuuji screaming out for Gojo in that last frame...just...*chef's kiss*

I didn't go back to rewatch S1 where a majority of their reactions were like some diehard fans would but the clips and screencaps I've come across now and again are enough to solidify for me that yes! They are made for each other!! (Hope the wrong stsg fans don't find this ◉‿◉)

I'd really love to go on and on about their dynamic but this was supposed to be about my February fic of the month, "Love, or Something Ignites" by lainebee.

Like I said, I've been deep in the tags and the only others I think that come close to this one are "No Sanctuary" by eddie01 and both world's sequels.

Now I'm not saying there aren't other good ones, like I'm just halfway through the hundred and something AO3 pages of their ship tag, so there's a lot I've yet to see. Still, this is a sorta subjective review and I just hope to spread the word of this masterpiece and maybe meet others who've read it so we can fan together in the comments.

(Now that's all out of the way, there will be mild spoilers and also warnings for; omegaverse, mpreg, and voyeurism so let's hop to it (✿^‿^)

The fic is set in a historical Japan au where Yuuji and Sukuna are brothers, with Sukuna being much older and ruling over a kingdom in the south. Thing is, he's constantly at war with the Gojo clan cuz these two mfs are just built like that in every verse. Shit happens and they come to a truce and as a sign of goodwill Sukuna offers Yuuji, his recently presented omega brother, as a gift (I honestly thought Yuuji was like 16 or 17 but he's 19 so like whatever idc (╥﹏╥)

"So what's the problem?" you might ask, well aside from the obvious marriage of convenience plot, Gojo doesn't give a fuck, he's still hung up on Geto (kinda tho, it's complicated but they aren't in love) and he's pretty much intended to go through it for show.

But that's not the end; not only do our boys have no feelings for each other and have never even met, but THING IS... Sukuna has demanded a public consummation cuz he's a bastard like that and we love him for it. Worry not there's no fucking on a stage for everyone to watch...just fucking in a 'room' for a handful of witnesses to watch from behind those dresser screen things (vocab not working lol).

The fic is definitely kinda long and tho there are some slow-burn vibes a lot of it essentially takes place in ONE FUCKING DAY. My first assumptions going into this were, "pacing issues???" and "oh the author is going to either insta love them, make them fuck and spend the rest of the fic doing fluff, or they will fuck with some angst then spend the rest falling in love."

Color me surprised when yeah, they did fuck but that was one or two chapters from the last of about nine.

You expect this kind of shit to feel rushed as fuck but the writing is so fucking divine that you never feel like putting it down. There's always so much going on but time is never wasted dwelling on one subject for too long, it's fast, it's funny, and the characters and setting are constantly giving the energy you know and love from the original show but probably two times better.

One of the things I noticed a few GoYuu writers struggle with is accurately reflecting Gojo cuz he's actually an enigma and arguably one of the most complex characters in the show with a broad range of emotions. He doesn't particularly fit one kind of vibe whereas for everyone else you can pick one or something close to it. Gojo on the other hand goes from one end of the spectrum to the other pretty quickly and that's super hard to capture and explore, especially when it comes to the shorter smutty fics (Not complaining too much tho, I live for the E rating.)

I love the direction the author chose to go with him, and it feels so true to his character, his immature but his teasing doesn't feel over the top or come off as exaggerated. His status as the strongest is just told but shown to us with the way he behaves and I like that we get instances of him getting work done despite knowing he's a rebel. It reminds us that yeah, he's working to make the clan the way he wants but he's just going along with what he has to in true Gojo fashion.

Yuuji, is totally something else, it's implied that he actually killed people...and I don't think we got a paragraph of him feeling guilt over it but that's somewhere toward the end so forget it. Yuuji is the absolute sweetest here and I adore every scene he's in along with how bratty he tends to be with Gojo. It's not frequent and most of the time he's pretty respectful but when he's not...Yeah. His inner thoughts and his conversations with most of the other characters really bring life to the story and you literally feel you're right there with him through it all.

Then there's the smut...oh. my. fucking. GOD. It's absolutely delicious. If you were iffy about it being omegaverse, I beg you to actually consider it cuz all probably more than four thousand words of it are fucking precious.

I had no idea I'd be into sex with some commentary when I began reading but the conversation from the characters picked was spot on and even added to the spicyness.

My favorite part is when Yuuji moans like a fucking pornstar and the zenin guy (forgot his disgusting ass name) goes "The boy is a whore."

Like boohoo bitch just say you wish you were getting all that, I wish I was (╥﹏╥)

If you're still iffy about the Omegaverse trust me it's not that big of a deal, the focus is mainly on Gojo and Yuuji trying to find some mutual ground to get on so the consummation isn't fucking awkward but by talking, joking, and getting to know each other something even more starts to blossom.

There are definitely traces of insta love but I personally see it as a weird mixture of attraction and possessiveness but this book is just like the prelude to the main course which is the second part in the series which I'm not done with yet but fucking hell...all the intrigue and tension that you will find in Love, or Something Ignites, gets doubled with more angst and mystery in the second fic, along with goyuu being stupid as well as stupidly in love.

So give it a try, and if you have, let me know what you think. I'd usually say where the tiny flaws are but for this book there are none...unless you count Yuta being Maki's mate instead of Rika's but that's my personal hill to die on. Let me know if there's a fic you want me to write about and I'll maybe get to it

Well, that's all from me today, it's 3 am and I'm fucking exhausted.

[rocketturtle4]

Pit Babe Thoughts - What a Banger of a show!

So having just realised I watched the entire CUT VERSION of this show and now planning to rewatch the entire thing from scratch because it's so good I want my extra minutes DANG IT.

I thought I'd put some thoughts down first because DAMN this show may not have been perfectly polished but it was amazing for a multitude of reasons.

Playing fast and loose with pairings and ships.

Now obviously our main 2 ships were our main 2 ships, we haven't entered a parallel universe, but the amount of tension they threw in anytime ANY two sides were together was delicious. It's fun to not know who will end up with who, the show teased and toyed with possible pairings and I LOVED IT.

(Also main ships may have been main but I was half wondering if we WOULD end up with Way/Babe somewhere in the middle there!)

2. Having fun with personalities and sex dynamics.

Now I have recently run across the understanding that a lot of BL is based of one specific pairing type from a much broader range of couple dynamics present in Yaoi and Shounen-ai (super darling X milquetoast) stories. And while this doesn't really feel like we're distant from that pairing type. The show doesn't strictly fit this and certainly plays with the audience perception by having Babe as the Uke.

3. Omegaverse

OBVIOUSLY

But also introducing lesser known elements of Omegaverse like Enigma's was extra cool.

4. New settings!

Racing BLs aren't exactly the norm.

5. More playing with lanuguage dynamics

Not brand-new but we got a lot of play around language and age, Papa Mama, Loong and Nu, The way Alan switched around his "I" Pronoun so much. BL not leaning so heavily on Pom and Phi or Gu and Mung or even Khun and Pom is fun to see!

6. A lot of casual physical affection

Now this is definitely becoming more common but I still want to highlight how physically affectionate Babe and Charlie (In particular) got to be with each other the whole time

Overall the series was compelling, intense, and well executed. The relationships (Friendships and romantic) were utterly compelling. I love the way so much teasing was done with all the side peeps. I love how it had real stakes, emotions and consequences. I loved how much it played out the background and relationships of the characters, the way that all of Tony's children felt something for him, were compelled to love and hate and feel responsible. I loved how some people got forgiveness and others didn't and how people's very real pain, anger and betrayal got explored so deeply.

The show was not flawless or perfectly executed by any means.

But it was a compelling and interesting plot with utterly compelling relationships played all the way out without rushing or skipping.

And I loved it

I am off to watch the Uncut Version, can't wait.

[vampyrsutton]

Infect Me With Your Love

Summary:

Keigo's crew is supposed to investigate an alien planet to see if it is colonizable, but decides to go exploring alone. Instead what he finds is an alien that's taken an interest in him and wants him to stay. A charming personality and a glance down is all the convincing he needs.

Ao3 Tags:

Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Alternate Universe - Aliens, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Background Relationships, Alien Cultural Differences, Alien Planet, Alien Biology, Alien Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Tentacle Dick, Xenophilia, Anal Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Consensual Drug Use

Notes:

For Day 1 of @dabihawksweeks 2024!

SFW: Sci-fi

NSFW Prompt: Omegaverse

“Uhh, President…Are you sure about this?” Keigo asks over comms as he double-checks the atmospheric readings and pears out to the new planet once more. “It’s looking pretty barren.”

{Yes, Takami. The atmosphere is the same as ours so if it can be colonized we can handle the rest. Just gather your crew, put on your protective gear, take your comms, and go explore.} The president of the Commission orders him through comms. 

‘There’s literally nothing out there. Surely I don’t need to wake the others.’ He thinks foolishly. 

“Right away, ma’am.” Keigo smiles easily before soon hanging up.

These orders are what half an hour later brings his sturdy, weighted boot to the almost sandy ground to wander alone for a while. As long as there was nothing hostile, they could start sending people to build and eventually live here. 

Securing the strap to the taser rod in his hand around his wrist, he is completely unaware that he’s already being watched by nearly glowing turquoise eyes that are tracking his every move. 

The same turquoise eyes that have been tracking the ship since it entered the atmosphere, recognizing it as an Earthling ship and set on destroying it before it could try destroying this home too. But they are now dead set on the little space scout. He is definitely much shorter than the creature and will probably only reach to his chest in his normal hunched posture. Wild blond hair seems determined to be at least partially in his face in the weirdest of ways, and his choice of facial hair intrigues the creature. Looking down more shows strong muscles even through the ugly khaki-colored space suit, and the creature nods, making up his mind. 

Yes, he’ll be keeping that one. Maybe they can even trade him for the safety of the ship.

With this in mind, the creature begins his hunt, being sure to make just enough harmless sounds that the Earthling’s curiosity will be piqued and lead him further away from his ship and right into a cave. 

Perfect. 

With a flick of his strong tail, the creature topples the entrance, trapping the Earthling in there with him as he scuttles up the wall before the startled scout can find his flashlight. 

“What the hell? Hello?” Keigo calls out, gripping his teaser rod and flicking the switch so it can charge up. “Is someone or something there?”

The creature tilts his head, clicking quietly as he decides how to approach. “Human.” He eventually hisses. 

Keigo jolts, spinning towards the sound and twirling the rod with impressive speed, making the creature purr. Yes, he’ll be perfect.

“Who or what is there?” Keigo asks again, shining his light carefully.

The creature clicks again to let Keigo find him, smirking with a wide, almost serpentine mouth when the light finds him and makes his glowing, completely aqua eyes appear to be on fire. He tilts his head, giving Keigo a better view of what appears to be unnatural mobility but is actually stunted for his species.  If Keigo is correct about what he is, his dark purple skin should be smooth rather than rough and leathery looking. He hisses just to test Keigo’s reaction, opening his jaw unnaturally wide and showing off jagged fangs and a long, forked tongue that seems to be as long as one of his long, clawed hands. The action also makes his body react and glow a brilliant blue along his spine and ribs and under his chin as though there is fire burning under his skin which just might be the case with how the cramped space heats up. Following the fire, he shows off a tail that’s as smooth as the rest of him is probably supposed to be and ends like a scorpion tail. 

Keigo gulps, lifting his watch and speaking into it. “Vrirrein.”

A hologram of the creature floats above the watch and starts rattling off information that makes the creature chuckle. 

“Not bad, little Earthling.” He hums with a lot of accent that makes it obvious this is not his native tongue in a deep, raspy rumbling voice that further supports the fire suspicion with how it sounds so smoke-worn. “But you could just ask me, you know? I’m not going to bite until you beg me to.”

Keigo blinks, cheeks flushing pink at what he thinks the Vrirrein is insinuating. “What do you mean? Are you why the entrance collapsed?” He asks, eyes glancing at the flicking tail. 

The Vrirrein tilts his head and Keigo swears he rolled his eyes if they weren’t just completely blue. “Earthlings, always so quick to accuse.” He smirks again. “But yes. I wanted an opening to talk with you without you uselessly zapping me or running.”

Keigo wilts a little at learning his taser won’t work and turns it off to save charge. “So you are a heat type? The communicator just said most heat Vrirreins are immune to electricity too.”

Instead of answering like a normal person, the Vrirrein decides to burst into blue flames that make Keigo have to quickly move back before readjusting his light when the Vrirrein is no longer on the wall. “Right you are.” He chuckles.

Keigo quickly moves the light down to a creature still much taller than him but slightly more humanoid with the purple now only covering under his eyes, along and down his still very split jaw to his chest and continuing down his right arm as well as what looks like a compression sleeve to mid bicep on his left arm. Moving down shows it to also be in a band around his stomach, covering his right calf, and acting as a stocking on the left leg. Scars maybe? His tail and claws have turned as white as what Keigo assumes is his healthy skin so maybe. The question must be evident on his face because the Vrirrein smirks, mouth still too wide and showing still jagged teeth with amusement evident in still glowing azure eyes that now have black sclera. 

Keigo is in the process of wondering if that’s hair or fur on top of his head to avoid looking lower again since clothes apparently aren’t a thing when a clawed hand enters his field of vision and the Vrirrein tilts his head. “Call me Dabi.”

Keigo blinks, not knowing what to do with this, making the Vrirrein laugh. “Earthlings shake hands when meeting each other, right?”

Keigo relaxes. “Right, sorry. A little on edge with being trapped and all.” He laughs nervously before taking Dabi’s hand. “Keigo.” He gets out before turning red when instead of shaking his hand, Dabi turns it to kiss the back, bright eyes locked on gold. “What-”

“And kiss the hand of someone who catches their eye?” Dabi asks innocently enough, though the amusement is still there.

“In, uh, some cultures.” Keigo gulps, taking his hand back carefully, gratefully when the Vrirrein lets him go. “How long were you following me to know you even wanted to kiss my hand?” He asks, figuring he might as well since he hadn’t been hurt yet. 

“Since your ship,” Dabi admits with a shrug, a hiss to his S’s. “My pod and I were going to destroy your ship and kill you all before you could destroy another planet, but you in particular caught my attention so the others are hanging back to see what happens.”

Keigo pales, stepping back as his hand flies to his comms. He could understand the reasoning since destroying their current planet is what has sent scouts out in the first place, but he couldn’t just let his crew die. “What happens with what?”

Dabi’s hand flies out, a claw easily slicing the band as his tail whips out to catch the watch. “None of that now. We’re willing to settle this peacefully.”

“How?” Keigo immediately asks, face filled with determination even as he glares a little for his Comms being so easily stolen. “If I can do it, I will.”

Dabi’s eyes shine with pride and he makes a sound that Keigo thinks is probably good. “I knew you were smart. You have three options then.” He hisses, holding up three long fingers. “First is telling your people to fuck off, this planet is not up for destruction.”

Keigo can’t help but snort, not expecting a curse word in his own tongue, but shakes his head. “That’s out of our pay grade, we’re the expendables.”

Dabi snarls, lowering a finger. “That makes two difficult then, but it was my main reason for following you so I will still voice it. I would prefer to go through the usual customs to get your attention, but given species differences, flat out saying it would probably be best.”

Keigo tilts his head curiously, waiting for him to continue which gets an almost purr form the Vrirrein. “Well?”

“Two is you become my mate, accept my bite, and stay here and bear my young.” Dabi says bluntly. “Neither you nor your crew will be harmed, and if they wish to leave, we will help them craft a story so you can be remembered as a hero who died protecting them.” He tilts his head before making a high-frequency sound that even Keigo can tell is annoyed before Dabi even rolls his eyes. “And any crew members that may catch my pod’s interest also stay as mates, but you’re the only one I actually care about that stays. Four of us just all smelled at least one scent of interest on that ship when you opened the hatch.”

Keigo blinks slowly, trying to process what he’s just been told before his face turns red. “You want me to...us to…to be-?”

Dabi chuckles, leaning forward to cup Keigo’s cheek gently with a clawed hand. “I’ll be sure to you’re treated with the utmost care and I know my pod will do the same with any who stay.”

Keigo can’t bring himself to meet burning blue eyes as he tries to gather his thoughts. “But young? I’m a human male. I can’t-”

Dabi opens his maw to show off his fangs better and Keigo is shown that not only could his whole head probably fit in there, but the longer ones are dripping some sort of venom before Dabi closes his mouth again.  “So far, our venom is able to create the same reaction in most creature that it does in our carriers and allow viable offspring in most cases regardless of usual carrying ability.” The Vrirrein explains before taking note of the horror on Keigo’s face. “Though I will not force you to carry either. We have preventative methods as well until you are ready if you ever are.”

Keigo swallows the lump in his throat, but can’t help finally letting his earlier curiosity win as he looks down, making the Vrirrein rumble. Dabi was naked and propositioning him after all, why shouldn’t he see what might go in hi-?

First of all, it was huge. He was going to need so much lube to get that in him with the thickest part probably being as thick as his forearm and the entire thing being almost as long as said forearm. Maybe three quarters? Second of all, the red bumps and ridges all along the white shaft to the tapered tip? Keigo is pretty sure he’d have to pay close to, if not over 10,000 yen for that back on Earth and here it was being offered to him for free? With earnestness?

…

A test run never hurt anyone, right?

“I still want to hear three, but are you a mate for life type deal orrrr…?” Keigo asks.

Dabi smirks as though able to read the dirty thoughts on Keigo’s face which with how hot the blond’s face feels, he can probably take a guess. “Only if I bite you when I cum. If I bite you at the beginning, it will help your body accommodate me easier, but the hormones of release change the composition and will bind you to me permanently.”

Keigo nods, trying to consider his current situation with the head on his shoulders. “...And option number three?”

Dabi doesn’t put the second finger down, giving Keigo a knowing smirk as he wiggles the third. “We help you come up with a story of why the colony is unable to be colonized, and you go home.”

Keigo looks up in shock. “Seriously?! That easily?! Wasn’t Plan A killing us?!”

Dabi shrugs. “Consider this your chance at pretty privilege and showing up during the rut and heat season.”

Keigo is getting really sick of the yo-yo routine the blood in his body is doing as it shoots back up from his dick to his face. Maybe he should have socialized more as a teenager. “Wait so all of you…?”

“Are ready to fuck the next thing we see? Yes.” Dabi admits easily, gesturing down. “This is usually in a slitlike your reptiles.”

Keigo nods slowly, thinking. “...Can I have my Comms back so I can discuss with my crew? The medic we picked up on your original planet is probably awake by now and pissed at me for going out alone, and our pilot, if she’s even still on the ship, is probably only there because our mechanic is keeping her calm.” 

Dabi growls at the mention of his planet, his temperature spiking, but he does hand the watch back. “Of course.”

Keigo takes it back gratefully but winces when he sees sixteen messages. “Looks like I’m fucked no matter what.”

Dabi barks out a crackling cackle as Keigo just goes ahead and calls to get it over with. “Takami to Beta Xi.”

“Keigo, you Celestia damned idiot!” A voice yells that makes Dabi seemingly choke on his tongue. “You are so lucky you’re alive, or I’d kill you myself! You worried us half to death!”

Keigo looks at Dabi in confusion as he sighs. “Hey, Natsuo. Yeah, sorry. The Commission wanted the land searched and it didn’t seem worth waking everyone.”

“That’s what you said on Bettledrich and there were giant sandworms!” A girl yells, making another croaking voice urge her to calm down. Ochako just mutters but does take a breath. 

Keigo sighs again, dragging his hand down his face. “I know, but the sonar-”

“Where are you?” The mechanic, Tsuyu, finally chimes in before anyone else can start yelling. 

“I’m trapped in a cave.” Keigo admits. “A…local wanted a word that needs to be run by the rest of you.”

“A local?!” Rumi chimes in. “There’s not supposed to be anything on this damn planet! That’s why Natsuo and Fuyu-”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Dabi groans to the side. “Of fucking course they’re both here. What’s next, $#o!o? My carrier? Actually no, if |\|@!$uo and /-u\/u|\/|1 are here, those two had better be too.”

“Uhhh, one sec, Rumi.” Keigo frowns, muting himself. “The hell are you on about?”

Dabi just looks at him in sudden exhaustion. “It is deeper, but I would know that click anywhere and Fuyumi sounds very similar to  /-u\/u|\/|1. Why the fuck is my blood on your ship?”

Keigo blinks, slowly unmuting himself. “Hey, Natsuo…why did you guys want to leave Vrirre again?” 

“What does that have to do with you having no preservation?” Natsuo trills angrily.

“Just answer for my friend here.” Keigo sighs.

Natsuo licks but huffs. “Not that it's relevant, but to get away from our tyrant spawner and try to find our brother. 3|\|-|1 said he was dead, but all evidence said otherwise.”

“Rightttt, well, uh, one sec.” Keigo mutes again. “!ou\/@?” He asks Dabi, sure he butchered the pronunciation since he can’t make some of the sounds.

“Technically,” Dabi mutters. “I don’t go by that anymore though.” 

“Noted, but for simplicity's sake…” He unmutes himself. “Yeah, Natsuo? I found him. He wants me as a mate, and- wait! Is that why Rumi wanted a room change?!”

“Do you want to hear me fucking my hot alien gf?” Rumi barks out a laugh. 

“Oh my god-”

“Wait, you found !ou\/@ ?!” Natsuo yells. “Where?!”

Keigo sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Dabi now, but guess who trapped me in the cave with him?”

“Dabi? Ugh, fine. Whatever. Sure, Dabi. And he’s trying to mate you?” Natsuo sighs with a clicking noise. 

“Yup.” Keigo sighs, jolting a little when rough skin is suddenly nuzzling his neck as though seeking comfort. A low rumble against his back reminds him of a cat and makes him think that might be exactly it so he lets him. “He and his pod were planning to destroy the ship and kill us, but your darling captain is just too charming and convinced him otherwise with my looks alone.” Keigo laughs. “And a few of you from scent so we were given, ehh, three point five options.”

“Which are?” Ochako speaks back up.

“First is out of our pay grade, but was telling the Commission to leave the planet alone,” Keigo explains, looking at Dabi when he feels sucking on his neck. “Skipping to the third real quick is they help us make up a reason the planet is unable to be colonized and we leave.”

“That sounds reasonable.” Tsuyu croaks. “What is the second?”

Keigo flushes again, but powers on. “The second—which I haven’t agreed to dude so chill—is, uh, well, apparently Dabi isn’t the only one in his pod that smelled a mate. Four of you-”

“Three. Two of mine are already mated but smelled a third.” Dabi corrects, going back to nuzzling. 

“Gotcha. So one of you gets two for the price of one if you agree, but three of you also stay here as their mates and they help craft a story of heroism to send home as to why the planet is uninhabitable.” Keigo finishes.

“‘Also’ he says.” And Keigo can hear Rumi’s smirk. “Well, how do we know who is potentially staying?” 

“Leave the ship. We will approach who we want and will not attack…Who you can call Tomura for now until you learn his name might if someone gets in the way, but it’s instinct and his mate should keep him in line.” Dabi answers, chuffing along Keigo’s neck. “Does ‘also’ mean you’ll stay, sweet?”

Keigo flushes as Natsuo gags at the nickname. “...Only if I can go to them to make sure no one feels pressured.”

Dabi purrs happily. “Deal,” he nodded before returning to his full height and then his original form before crouching on all fours and folding the spines along his spine that Keigo hadn’t noticed before. “Climb on, love. I’ll take us out through the roof.”

Keigo climbs on hesitantly, holding on tight to Dabi’s long neck as he makes a high-pitched whirring sound and tilts his head as though listening and making an outraged chitter. “Tell Natsuo and my carrier to stay on that fucking ship!”

Natsuo is already cackling over Comms, able to hear the same frequencies. “No. Fuck off. Celestia herself is not keeping me on this ship and our carrier deserves a good mate. If they’re reacting to her scent, they can break 3|\|-|1’s bond so you can fuck off.” He laughs before making a sound that they associate with him or Fuyumi calling for their carrier. 

Dabi curses in a language Keigo understands and then probably continues to curse in his native tongue as his tail wraps around Keigo like a seatbelt, and he starts running up the wall and into a tunnel system in the roof like it wasn't a nearly vertical wall and upside down. “I swear to fucking Celestia-” 

Keigo can't help but hide his face in what he can now tell from up close is a fluffy mane of black fur to help hide his laughter that he is failing miserably at stopping. He had been terrified when the entrance suddenly collapsed and a creature twice his size appeared before him, but oh my stars, he's a dork. 

“Shut up back there or I say fuck it, and go back to Plan A!” Dabi creaks, tail tightening slightly before he jumps nearly 30 meters and finally pops back out on the surface. “You don’t even know where you are.”

Keigo opens his mouth to object, but he had just been following what sounded like water and looking around, realizes that everything on the lavender-coloured planet looks the same for as far as his eyes can see. “...I wasn’t following water, was I?”

Dabi turns his head almost 180 so Keigo can see his smirk as he makes the same sound Keigo had been following. “It’s usually used for hunting, but courting works too.”

Keigo finally hangs up his Comms when Natsuo starts laughing again and sighs. “Well, at least you don’t want to eat me.”

“Mmm, not in a way that will kill you.” Dabi snickers before his tail tightens again and he takes off running.

Keigo mutters about the Vrirrein being a perv as he hides in the mane once more. “Asshole, I’m picking option three.”

Dabi just hums, obviously not believing him as he continues running. Had Keigo really wandered this far? Whatever, if the Vrirrein was going to kill him, he would have done so already so Keigo just continues to ignore his Comms and enjoy the ride until the spaceship comes back into view and he sighs in relief. 

“I’ll call mine out then?” Keigo hums as he sits back up and answers to the newest call on his Comm, watching Dabi nod and make a new sound that Keigo can barely hear. 

“Well, good to know he’s doing well if he feels comfortable saying that to people.” Natsuo snorts. “You guys back?” 

“Few hundred meters so suit up,” Keigo confirms, hearing Rumi start barking orders.

“You’re coming on the ship first to get checked. Especially if you’ve been trapped with !ou- sorry Dabi. His element’s always been a little…touchy.” Natsuo decides to go with. 

Dabi makes an annoyed click. “I wouldn’t have bothered asking him if I was going to fry him!” 

“So you’re completely under control?” Natsuo asks calmly and non-accusatory. 

“He hasn’t been burned and I’m taking him to the pools!” Dabi snaps still, stopping outside the lowering hatch. “I’m not a welp!” 

“Still have the temper of one.” Fuyumi chides as the first out of the hatch since she doesn’t need a suit, and waits only long enough for Keigo to dismount before tackling her annoyed brother. “I’m glad you’re alive.” 

Dabi makes multiple annoyed noises, trying to struggle away, but females of his species are bigger in their true forms so he eventually just has to huff and accept he’s being coddled, and grunts when Natsuo leaps on the pile too. They make a purring noise that the rest know to be a happy one and eventually Dabi calms. 

“...You can get off of me…I’m not gonna vanish.” Dabi sighs, avoiding looking at the snow white and red and white Vrirreins waiting patiently, if awkwardly by the hatch. He says something else in their mother tongue that finally makes the two let him up before he darts over to the other two like he’s afraid affection will be forced upon him again. 

Keigo has no clue what is said after that because of the language barrier so just sneaks back onto the ship to see who all is coming. He finds Ochako and Tsuyu already waiting, Tsuyu having apparently sensed something along with their record keeper, Midoriya, probably waiting to interrogate Dabi and his pod, his personal mentee, Tokoyami and the weird little bird creature that had decided to cling to him when they had made a stop on his and Keigo’s planet, and finally, Rumi hovering by the door probably waiting to see if Fuyumi is okay. 

“Midoriya, you might want to wait this out. It’s apparently mating season for most of them, and I doubt they’re going to be too talkative right now.” Keigo chuckles nervously, pointedly avoiding looking at Rumi who has now trained amused red eyes on him. “I’ll see about the ship staying until after though. Everyone else ready?”

He gets nods and at the same time one of Rumi’s tall ears twitches and she nods as well. “You’re new boy toy is getting fussy, so time to head down.” 

Keigo tries to hide his embarrassment behind a laugh. “Oh, shut up. We kidnapped a princess and her family because of you.”

“And you’re about to fuck the prince. Your point?” Rumi grins fiercely, getting her shooed out the hatch and making her laugh more. 

“Go before I finally write you up!” Keigo squawks before clearing his throat, not ready to reveal that to his potential mate yet. “Everyone who is leaving, ou-”

“You’re the only one stalling.” Tokoyami voices from the hatch before climbing down.

Keigo flushes, muttering about his crew never letting him be cool before he follows his mentee down and yelps when he’s yoinked before his feet can even touch the ground. 

“You didn’t tell me you were leaving.” Dabi rumbles in his hair before Keigo can go on the defensive. “Ready to meet your new pod?”

“I technically haven’t said yes,” Keigo mutters but nods. “Call ‘em out. And shrink again will ya? You’re getting in my hair at this height.”

Dabi chuckles lowly but backs up, bursting into flames again until he’s only a head taller and makes a purring noise again when he realizes he can more easily drape his arms over Keigo’s shoulders like a vibrating backpack. Once he’s content with the amount of contact, he gives a grating whistle and almost immediately a yellow-haired Chameleous melts into existence next to Ochako, making her squeak. 

“You’re mine!” The new girl says with a low hoot before tilting her head with a frown. “But you have a mate?”

Ochako nods slowly and Keigo can’t help a snicker, used to seeing her ready to kick ass, not flustered. “I’m with Tsuyu.” She answers, tilting her head towards Tsuyu who steps forward. 

“Is it only her that smells of mate?” Tsuyu croaks easily, dropping her human camouflage in hopes of putting the other at ease. “If she decides she likes you too, I am okay with sharing.”

“What?!” Ochako shrieks before turning more flustered when a fanged grin is suddenly talking a thousand miles an hour in her space. “Tsuuuu you gave me heightened senses!”

Keigo chuckles again, assuming that’s going well then and looks to the rest of his crew only to start laughing uncontrollably to see Natsuo being circled and nuzzled but a Disagrause and a Grekkan, knowing the exact moment Dabi sees it too by how his hold on Keigo tightens.

“Oi! Scales! Duster! Away from the brother!” Dabi clacks, just getting three amused looks before Natsuo points their attention elsewhere. 

“Sorry, bro. Looks like you’re not getting rid of me a second time. Or |\/|o|\/| for that matter” Natsuo smirks.

Keigo does have to squirm away with a hiss now when Dabi sees his carrier locked in a dance with another one of his pod and his temperature spikes with his growl. “Dabi! Cool it. I’m not fireproof.”

Keigo can feel him making an effort to cool off, but he, thankfully, quickly decides to untangle himself from Keigo and stalks away a few feet to bury himself in the sand to try and cool himself.

“Huh, so he has improved.” Fuyumi hums on her way back into the ship with Rumi in tow. “Give him twenty and I’m sure he’ll be ready to whisk you away.” 

Keigo looks at the barely visible lump in the sand in concern but chooses to trust her. “Is it safe to sit by him?”

“If the sand starts turning to glass you should probably move, otherwise, you’re probably fine.” She nods before tugging Rumi again and making a low snuffling noise. “Hurt him, we kill you, yada yada, come onnnn!”

Keigo blinks, wondering how in the hell he’s meant to hurt something usually twice his size to begin with but quickly makes his way over to the lump anyway, not wanting to risk hearing whatever Rumi is grinning about. “Right.”

Thankfully, Keigo only has to wait ten minutes before a puff of white hair and Dabi’s mismatched face finally pops back out of the sand, shaking any remaining sand free with a trill. “Did I hurt you?” He asks, eyes no longer looking like they’re burning. 

Keigo shakes his head, ruffling the fur affectionately. “Just a little sweaty now.”

“Hmm, good.” Dabi purrs, allowing the touch. “So will you stay? Become mate?”

Keigo hums, looking at his crew and Dabi’s family getting along with Dabi’s pod and nods. “I am curious.” He admits. 

Dabi crackles happily. “Put up your head shield.”

Keigo tilts his head but does as he’s told, pressing a button that activates his helmet before yelping when he’s suddenly dragged beneath the sand into darkness and tries to struggle. 

Is this it? Was he actually going to die? Was he tricked? Fuck, his crew. He had to escape and get up there. He had to-

“Relax,” Dabi croons, still pulling him through the sand until they fall through the ceiling of a cave and into a lake. “I said I would take you in a pool to avoid burning you, remember?”

Keigo’s eyes dart around as he swims to the shore, releasing his helmet. He did remember now that he was reminded, but… “Warn a guy, will you? This is the second time today you’ve trapped me in a cave. What happened to Hi? Hello? How are you?”

Dabi makes a low croon as he pulls Keigo back into the water to hold him. “Sorry, this method was faster to get you to the pools. I’m seriously close to losing control. Can I bite you, o|\/|3/-@? So you can start making slick?”

“So I can start what?” Keigo blanches, suddenly realizing he should have asked more questions. “What is that bite going to do?” 

“It will make you an o|\/|3/-@ for as long as my venom is in your system or permanently if you let me claim you. You will be able to produce slick to take my cock and knot, your senses will heighten as well as speed, and you’ll be able to bear my young. You’ll also have smaller fangs and claws. Possibly a temporary element for protecting offspring, but as long as nothing takes, even if you get an element, it will fade.”

Keigo blinks, face flushing. “You mentioned preventatives back in the other cave?”

Dabi makes a sad sound but nods. “Another reason I wanted to bring you to the pools.” He admits before diving under the water and reemerging a few minutes later with a wiggly-looking creature that he quickly cooks to jerky before holding it out for Keigo. “Eat.”

Keigo grimaces, but takes it from the Vrirrein, swallowing it and only gagging a little. “That is vile.”

“So are welps.” Dabi chuckles, once again in Keigo’s space. “Now can I?”

Keigo flushes but nods, rolling over to get to the zipper on his suit. “I’d be pissed if I just swallowed that for nothing.” He mutters, fidgeting when Dabi starts helping him with the zipper. He knows the exact moment Dabi sees it because the zipper stops as though stuck. 

“You’re not an Earthling.” Dabi hums, and Keigo finally lets himself chirp when a clawed hand carefully brushes over a feather. 

“Was raised there from an egg so might as well be.” Keigo shrugs, reaching back to pull the zipper the rest of the way. “Most of the feathers are in my room on the ship.”

Dabi blinks slowly, watching Keigo’s compacted wings fluff out before taking note of the talons when he takes his space gloves off. Now that they’re surrounded by glow moss and Dabi doesn’t have a flashlight being shined in his eyes, he can notice gold crest feathers blending into Keigo’s hair. Moving back to let him step out of the suit reveals red tail feathers and feet made for landing that Dabi had chalked up to weird space boots. What he thought was eyeliner is probably actually eye markings and a yawn reveals teeth made for tearing flesh that make Dabi trill, getting one in response that makes his tail vibrate. “Avirath?”

“I assume so.” Keigo shrugs again as he straightens a few feathers. “I was dumped with the government so my parents could fuck off on Earth as far as I know. I usually don’t look this avian, but a few months of “broken video” lets you get away with not plucking.”

Dabi growls, getting in Keigo’s space again to pull him close. “You’re staying. No one deforms what is mine.” 

Keigo coos, wings fluttering now that they’re free. “Guess Tokoyami has to stay too. He’s been teaching me about what we assume is also my home.”

“Fine. We’ll arrange a cave for him. Now can I make sure you won’t leave?” Dabi chitters, pleased when he gets one in return. 

“Yeah…can I bite first?” Keigo asks with a tilt of his head. “Something about blood.”

Dabi nods, kneeling in the pond so Keigo has skin to choose from. “If you can get through the scar-fuck!”

Keigo strikes fast, having already pointed the healthy part on his left bicep and his wings puff up, trilling before he licks the spot in apology. “Toko- mmm- Tokoyami said something about talons and teeth usually causing a lot of bloodshed so it’s just kind of become part of our shit to determine mates by blood.” He explains, pupils pinned now. “I’m staying.”

Dabi growls happily, surging down to kiss his little mate breathless, the tentacle-like appendage between his legs stiffening at the taste of his own blood on Keigo’s tongue, rumbling about a strong mate. “Bite?”

Keigo nods before shrieking from the pain of the sudden bite to his shoulder which quickly turns to a moan as his world seems to tilt and he grows dizzy. “Dabi…”

“Shhh… just let it work through you.” Dabi hushes with a chuff, nuzzling Keigo’s cheek. “I’ll take care of you.”

Keigo warbles, realizing it’s less dizzy so much as foggy and is quickly making his body feel hot and light. He clings to Dabi, his legs feeling weak in the water, and he chirps when he’s lifted onto the bank so Dabi can gauge his reactions properly. “Hot. I want back in the water.”

“I know, birdie.” Dabi rumbles, licking the wound from his bite to soothe it. “But I don’t have a complete humanoid form because of botched genetics and can’t retract my claws to get you ready so you need the slick.”

Keigo chitters in annoyance, starting to file his own talons on the rocks. “Awfully cocky aren’t you?” Trying to get himself at least dragged into the water to ease the heat before an empty feeling starts growing in his lower abdomen and he decides it’s about to get fucked too. 

Dabi raises what Keigo assumes would be an eyebrow on a human face before turquoise eyes dart down to what is supposed to fit in Keigo. “Did you forget I mentioned a knot too? The tip alone is a little over half the size of your wrist.”

Keigo had, in fact, skipped over the part about the knot, but that sounded so good right now that he croons before chirping in surprise when what he assumes is the slick starts gathering between his legs. He guess he’s supposed to handle prep then, rig-

He squawks when reaching between his legs gets him pinned by a rumbling Vrirrein who reminds Keigo of his split mouth and long forked tongue. 

“What do you think you’re doing, birdie?” Dabi smirks, moving down the Avirath’s body until he can prop sunkissed calves on his shoulders and settle his head between strong thighs. “I want the first taste.”

Keigo whines, wanting something in him now and not understanding why he was stopped until it finally occurs to him what Dabi is doing when the tip of the forked tongue flicks over his hole and he chirps and moans when it teases in slightly, encouraging more slick. 

“Understand now, pretty bird?” Dabi snickers before going back in.

Keigo’s wings puff at the nickname and he trills, getting one in response before Dabi starts actually licking and sucking at his hole to get it to open up for him. Keigo warbles when the fork properly slips inside, and digs his talons into the fur on top of Dabi’s head to try to grind down, chittering angrily when claws on his hips won’t let him. “Dabi!” 

Dabi just hums, slowly working his tongue in more until he can actually fuck Keigo with it and make him trill again. He moans at the first propper rush of slick tastes of things Dabi’s never tasted, probably due to not being native to his planet, but tastes divine anyway and makes Dabi growl and lick more. He hears Keigo squawk when his back is lifted off the rock in Dabi’s eagerness. He needed every last drop. 

“Da- Dabi~!” Keigo moans, thighs clamping around Dabi’s head when he’s lifted like he weighs nothing. 

Mate. Strong mate. Fuck. Breed. Need bred. Want mate to breed me. Strong eggs. Will be strong. 

Keigo warbles, chirping pathetically when Dabi’s tongue starts torturing his prostate. It reaches deep, but it’s not thick enough to prep him and he whines at the thought of having to wait longer to do it himself. His body felt like it was on fire and there was a scent coming from somewhere that was making his brain foggier, and he felt so empty. 

“Dabi~ Please~ Need you in me!” Keigo whines, trilling when the scent gets stronger.

Forest fire, blizzard, and something vegetative that Keigo isn’t familiar with, but smells kind of like cedar. It should probably be making him panic given the danger in there, but instead, it makes his head spin and he coos, feeling drunk the thicker the scent gets.

Thank fuck the Vrirrein talked first instead of just biting him because it almost feels like he’s been drugged, but now he doesn’t care one bit. “Morreeee!”

Dabi growls against Keigo’s hole, eventually pulling his tongue out. “Fuck, you taste amazing. Gonna need your fingers down here though, you were right.”

Keigo groans at being empty again but then that long tongue is in his mouth, and fuck he’s never been so hard in his life and keens, shoving his hand between his legs. Is that what he tastes like? What his slick tastes like? He understands why Dabi was down there so long if so. He tastes like grapefruit, an Avirathian honey Tokoyami had him try, and salted caramel and he coos as Dabi practically tongue fucks his mouth too. It’s a little awkward due to the wide nature of Dabi’s mouth but he’s so drunk on Dabi’s bite that he decides to tease him about it later, wanting something much bigger than his own uncoordinated fingers in him. 

“Dabi~ please!” He moans when he’s given room to breathe. “Need you in me! Please!”

Dabi growls a low croaking sound, having to snap his fangs to the side to not bite again before getting himself to look down. “This is still going to be tight.”

“Don’t care.” Keigo pants, feathers shooting off to take Dabi by surprise and push him forward. “In me. Now. If I don’t get fucked soon I’m losing my damn mind and I had to pay off a psychologist to be allowed into space.”

Dabi snorts in surprise, face splitting in an amused grin. “Fuck, birdie, never thought I’d have someone this eager for my dick. Don’t complain if you can’t walk.” He warns before using the slick on Keigo’s hand to slick up his dick and slowly starts to push the tentacle-like appendage inside. 

Keigo gives a startled chirp, the stretch definitely much more than he was ready for and he grips the Vrirrein’s arms to ground himself in some way even as his body makes a new purr-like noise. “Fuhhh–”

“I wanted you~” Dabi chuckles, holding on enough to take his time, but also just enjoying the sight of pretty gold eyes rolling back in their sockets once the head is inside and the bumps and ridges start almost immediately to stimulate his currently extra sensitive walls. “How you feeling?”

Keigo twitters and croons before shaking his head, trying to figure out a shared language. “Full…fuck…more, please~”

Dabi smirks, slowly starting work more inside the Avirath’s tight hole, taking full advantage of the slick his venom helps Keigo produce to make the glide easier, and he knows he’s found his birdie’s prostate again when wings puff up and talons dig into his arms with a new chitter. “Oh?” He drawls. “Is that a good spot?”

Keigo shakes his head, looking delirious. “If a single ridge… touches there…I will lose it…” He pants out despite his hole practically dragging Dabi against that spot with how it’s sucking him in. 

“A ridge?” Dabi hums, face split into a grin that spells trouble for Keigo. “You mean like these?”

Keigo’s wings puff up and shoot out with a croon, eyes rolling back as he moans. “Dabiii~!”

Dabi chuckles, officially finding his new favorite toy and deciding to abuse it, pulling back a little bit before grinding down again. “Sorry, birdie~ I know my venom is making you crave my knot and if you want it in you…”

Keigo groans, legs locking around Dabi’s hips as though trying to pull him in “Knot. Please Fuck. In. Now. Ple-ase~Mnmm~”

Dabi rumbles and chuffs, thrusting his hips probably a little more than Keigo was ready for, but he was taking him surprisingly well. Maybe a reaction with his Avirath biology, who knows, but Dabi was almost in. “Just a little-Fuck!” 

Its Dabi’s turn to curse and moan when he realizes he forgot about the stupid feathers that push him in the rest of the way and make him have to hiss out an apology when his claws draw blood. “Shit, sorry, bir-”

His apology is cut short as Keigo’s body decides to remind him that blood is just part of the mating process by tensing up and cumming untouched with little chirps and moans that go right to Dabi’s dick. 

Oh. So that’s not a problem then. 

Dabi takes advantage of his weirdly bendy body and ridiculously long tongue to lick the lines of cum off of Keigo’s torso, and try to give them both a second to adjust, but Dabi apparently bit a masochist because it’s not long before Keigo starts squirming as though trying to fuck himself on Dabi’s cock. 

It appears biting this particular bird was a double-edged sword because now he had the slick and adaptability to not get hurt too bad, but he certainly seemed to be trying. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this is your first time dealing with mating hormones.” Dabi jokes, trying to hold Keigo still since Dabi’s apparently the only one that needs to adjust to the tight heat trying to suffocate his dick.

“Space Commission has suppressants for most creatures.” Keigo manages to pant out, still trying to squirm. “Dabi, please~”

Turquoise eyes widen then seem to burn with fire that makes him need to pull Keigo into the water some to not burn him even as a part of him purrs about being Keigo’s first heat because that means someone was hurting his mate. He doesn’t realize his own croaking growl until Keigo whimpers and bares his throat in submission. 

“Dabiii~ Move~!” Keigo whines pathetically. “Need you! Hot! Everything is too hot! Please! Fuck me! Please!” He begs, about ready to figure out if he can flip if he doesn’t get what he needs soon. 

Dabi clicks when Keigo squirms again, giving a small thrust and muttering something Keigo can’t understand before starting to move finally and getting a moan out of Keigo that grows in volume the harder and faster he goes. It aches and burns, Keigo definitely not ready to take the Vrirrein, but he is far from caring as it soothes the heat under his skin and drags chirps out of him with every grind of ridges over his prostate. Fuck, this could get addicting, especially with the extra endorphins every returned sound sends through his system. 

Yeah, this was no longer a test run. He was keeping this Vrirrein if it was the last thing he ever did, and the next targeted grind of ridges against his prostate confirms it. “Mnnn~ Fu-” Keigo chitters in annoyance at being unable to figure out words before finally just grabbing the arm he’s already clawing the shit out of and now holding it in his fangs possessively. “Mine.”

Dabi hisses at the sudden pain, but rumbles happily, eyes glowing brighter in pride and arousal. “Does this mean I can bite you when I fill you, pretty bird?”

Keigo’s wings puff again at the nickname and he nods. “Yes,” he gets out before squawking in outrage when Dabi has to pull out to flip Keigo onto his stomach, but quickly trilling again when he’s just as soon filled again. 

“Don’t worry, birdie. I’m not going anywhere.” Dabi growls, covering Keigo with his body now as he properly pistons into him, drinking in the bird song that tells him exactly how much Keigo is enjoying himself and making Dabi rumble in pride as his spines twitch along his back and his tail whips in the water behind him. “And I’ll make sure you don’t either.”

Keigo’s wings flutter at the words, more than happy with this turn of events as his back arches to take Dabi deeper and make Keigo moan. He was just supposed to check out this planet to have something to bring back to the Commission, and here he was getting his insides rearranged and agree to what is genetic modification the more that he thinks about it, but his whole crew now had some reason or other to stay as well so it was looking like the Commission can assume him dead with as many fucks as he currently gives.

Which is none. 

But he is taking a hell of one. 

Keigo moans loudly as the new angle lets Dabi absolutely abuse his prostate with every bump and ridge along his shaft and has him hurtling to the edge what should probably be embarrassingly fast, but is so overwhelmed that he doesn’t care. “Dabiiii~! Cumming!”

Dabi rumbles, mouth practically glued to an unusually sensitive area on the back of Keigo’s neck as he chuffs and clicks, his thrusts starting to get sloppy. “Right behind you, birdie.” He grits out.

Keigo chitters, wings involuntarily sharpening behind him and puffing, cutting Dabi in a few places but not stopping either of them. In fact, Dabi just grunts and thrusts faster until Keigo actually caws and croons, cumming hard into the water and clamping down on Dabi as his hole spasms, making Dabi growl. It’s not until Keigo is falling boneless that he notices something bulbous starting to inflate at the base of Dabi’s cock that he remembers something. 

His knot.

Fuck, this was going to get bigger. 

Keigo whines in sensitivity now, needing a break but quietly cursing the original bite that’s telling him he needs that in him to finally be satisfied. “Dabi~!”

“Al-most…” Dabi snarls, adjusting his angle until the gush of slick polling from Keigo’s ass form cumming finally lets the knot pop in to start catching and making Dabi his and groan. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Keigo keens, his abused hole stretched even more and making him whine in sensitivity when it finally catches. “Dabi…”

Dabi says something in a language Keigo doesn’t know when his head isn’t full of cotton but definitely doesn’t know now as he grinds into Keigo a few more times before finally biting down on that spot on Keigo’s neck and oh. Oh fuck.

He doesn’t even notice way too much cum being pumped into him as he seemingly ascends. All he knows is that if he thought he was sensitive before, he was a fucking idiot.

“Dabi~!” Keigo moans, wings shuddering behind him as the fire that spreads through his veins actually pushes a sad attempt at another orgasm out of him and he coos. He practically melts beneath the Vrirrein now, boneless as Dabi finishes cumming with a snarl, not letting go of Keigo’s neck until he is done and licking the no-doubt deep mark with an apologetic trill that gets a happy coo from Keigo. 

“Fuck…” Dabi eventually pants, pulling Keigo back against him so they can float in the pool and Dabi doesn’t have to hold himself up. “You okay, birdie?” 

Keigo just croons, fucked out and drunk on whatever overhaul that last bite is doing to his body as his scent shifts a little so the salted caramel smells a little burnt. He at least manages to nod.

Dabi chuckles, resting a clawed hand across Keigo’s back to stroke along his spine comfortingly. “You’re aware you’re not leaving, right?”

Even if it got him accidentally dunked when Dabi jerked, Keigo thinks his possessive bite was an appropriate response to such a stupid question. 

Obviously, he wasn’t leaving. 

Dabi couldn’t get rid of him if he tried. 

Not if Keigo had anything to say about it.

[prpfs]

hi, im cee (26) and im looking for a long term 1x1 rp partner! i have a specific plot idea or two in mind that i've been really wanting to do, so id love to find a partner for it! 🐈‍⬛

the main plot ive wanted to do is royalty omegaverse. your character has taken over my char's kingdom in war, and claimed the prince as a war prize. he is, however, a rather pitiful and traumatised man, making it rather difficult to be mean to him as one might plan to be. this plot can also work with your char being a prince, and the leader giving my char to yours as a husband. i'm open to swapping some details around, as long as the "my char is a war prize" jist stays.

my idea with this story would be more of a romance story, hurt and comfort, healing from past traumas, that sort of thing. id also love political drama, troubles within your character's kingdom that these two have to sort out - or anything with a lot of drama, angst, and high stress emotions, really. i'd especially love if this was set in omegaverse reversal, where alphas are lower class and omegas are upper class. ive been wanting to play with that dynamic.

(im also fine with it if you want to be mean to him, or even something like they go from enemies to lovers!! im really open honestly)

the oc i plan to use is an alpha catboy. he's got a nice face and is quite anxious. he has a defined personality, appearance, and backstory that i'll ramble about in DMs. i also have a lot of side characters from his past that can be relevant. overall i love to rp as men with problems, and exploring deep emotions and stressful situations for characters.

i mostly play domtop, with occasional subtop. i dont like pure smut rps, but i dont want to only fade to black - please be ok with writing scenes or ftb if scenes are frequent.

MUST HAVE: MxM, shipping, at least a bit of fantasy, dead dove themes, semi-lit to lit length, 3rd person

LIKES: multiple threads, modern fantasy, humanoid creatures, magic and wizards, slice of life with lots of drama, angst, hurt/comfort, texting rp on the side for when we're low energy 👀

WON'T DO: incest or 🍪 (not even in backstory please), animal/child torture, FxF, space setting, robots, IRL faceclaims

note that if something isnt listed as a "won't do", im open to discussion! i probably just dont have a strong feeling about it.

PLEASE BE OK WITH: suicide/self-harm (usually just idealisation and desire; sometimes failed attempts), depression and self loathing, sexual assault (usually between npc and my char, and usually nothing on screen), and gore and graphic depictions of injury or misery.

additionally, this rp will require you to be into things like worldbuilding, playing npcs, and being willing to toss in villain characters. i can and will do all of this too (prepare for me to come up with questions about your kingdom that you'd never expect), but you also have to put this stuff in.

in a partner, im looking for someone who can do daily or semi-daily replies (and tell me if things will slow down!). i also prefer a lot of ooc communication and chatter! i like to hang out and talk about the rp, our characters, or even just things im up to. i also love coming up with AUs and side stories and the like, and would love if you were open to listening to my ideas or even sharing your own.

please do not interact if you ghost. if you want to drop, i want you to at least send a goodbye before you leave so i know it happened. i'll leave an rp if you dont post for like, a week without any ooc word

thank you for reading, and please like this post or dm me if you would like to rp together!

like or dm

[yinyuedijun]

As an a/b/o writer, I am so proud of you for diving deep into these waters 😈

All it took for me once you said you were writing this was seeing Adventurine's picture and a few lines of really sad backstory and I immediately went "I get it, I need to put a baby in this man immediately" (perhaps metaphorically lol children are complicated)

I am also crying with you 😭, because if I write something omegaverse it's because I need to have that background gender confundery or other world building aspects going on, otherwise it would just be normal people.

Regardless, cannot wait to see us knot the lost prince (? that seems to be what I'm seeing of his backstory implies.) I know it's probably going to make me weepy whatever you come up with.

Much love from a person who struggles with the "why does this have to have themes and motifs" std too muah

thank u my fellow a/b/o connoisseur 🫶 I'm so glad u understand me and my desire to knot that beautiful, soggy man 😌 also GRLFKSKWJW your comment made me laugh so hard bc I think omegaverse aventurine would be so terrified abt pregnancy but canon universe aventurine? very happy to roleplay as submissive and breedable GRRGLSMSLSJ

speaking seriously though I feel u so so much and I'm glad I'm not alone in my inconvenient writing tendencies. there's nothing wrong with horny smut but I feel like a lot of a/b/o is basically heavy D/s dynamics with some extra spice, and the stories could almost be divorced from omegaverse if someone really wanted. (I read a lot of this kind of a/b/o and IM VERY INTO IT IM NOT THROWING SHADE TO BE CLEAR LOL) however some of my favourite takes on the trope use it to explore gender dynamics and systemic power differentials !! I find the trope can be very useful in revealing the way that social hierarchies affect a character, which I guess is why this aventurine fic is on literary steroids (his backstory already revolves around social hierarchies and injustices). I was doomed from the start rip set out to write angsty smut and now I'm balls deep in a systemic violence narrative 💔

in any case I'm so glad u are excited to knot the lost prince ....... hope u don't mind getting railed by the lost prince too. truly this couple is vers4vers kings

[allthefujoshiunite]

Hi, Nora.....do you mind if I ask for BL recs? A few of my favorite ships are Damen/Laurent from 'Capive Prince' novels (kind, protective, bigger build seme x clever, kuudere, beautiful uke) and Andrew/ Neil from from 'All for The Game : Foxhole Court' novels (both have strong personalities, can be reversible couples, looks weak but actually strong)?

Sorry for this long ask, but can I ask, for BL recs that have the same vibe as one or a few of them (up above)?

Feel free if you want to answer or not....

Thanks so much for your blog, that have become like my guideline (because I'm quite new in BL)....

Thanks again....

Hello! No worries, it's a joy for me to recommend BL and if people enjoy my selection, it makes me all the more happy! However, unfortunately, I haven't read the novels you mentioned... So I feel like my recommendations will be way off the mark but I'll try my best ~

My Dear Agent (Ebino Bisuke): This one has bigger, kind, and protective seme and a cool, beautiful, and funny uke (not a kuudere, though). I not only enjoyed but laughed a lot, and the art is gorgeous so highly recommended! Can be read on INKR (or you can buy it from any place you can get TOKYOPOP titles).

Lullaby of the Dawn (Ichika Yuno): Another bigger, protective, puppy seme with a reserved/detatched, beautiful uke pairing with fantasy elements. I've only read the first volume so far but it's super emotional and beautiful inside and out! Can be read on Bookwalker (or any other place where you can get ShuCream titles).

Our Paradise (Greeneer): My last big & cute, puppy seme with reserved, beautiful uke recommendation that I'm nowadays going crazy over is Our Paradise. You won't regret giving this webtoon a chance! Not only the main characters, but their friend circles and the second couple we started to explore more in 2nd season are also fun & really interesting! And obviously, I need MOAR people to scream about it with me. Can be read for free with daily pass on Webtoon.

Just Love, The Monster (Tsukizuki Yoshi): This is a high school delinquent x honor student kind of story. Both MCs are headstrong and fight a lot obviously, but it was fun to read! It's in Futekiya's library, can be read with your subscription plan.

Total Submission (Tsushiko): This is another delinquent x honor student story with dom/sub element that I love! If you're okay with spicy BL and you love seeing hotheaded characters getting tamed by their sweet and kind senpai, this is for you. Available on Futekiya's subscription plan.

We Aren't Secure (Sojima Yuco): This title is an Omegaverse set in high school. MCs are childhood friends and the story has a bittersweet tone to it, and it's definitely nice to read characters who are on more equal terms in Omegaverse instead of an apparent power hierarchy in between. Available on Futekiya's subscription plan.

BONUS

God is Probably Left-Handed (Mushiba): If you've read any of Mushiba's works before, you might know it takes time to warm up to their stories. They are full of surprises, wacky coincidences, and interesting characters that you don't usually see in BL. But these are the exact reasons why I love Mushiba's works so much, and they are quite unforgettable. God is Probably Left-Handed fits into only one of the criteria you're looking for (I won't mention what it is so I won't spoil the story) but I was sooo surprised the way the manga ended! If you're looking for something different to read, Mushiba is your artist. Highly recommended!

As I have said, I haven't read the novels soI just went with whatever seemed suitable to the dynamics you mentioned, hopefully you'll find something that'll be of interest to you. Thank you so much for the ask and have a nice day!

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Overwhelming Significance of Surprisingly Small Jellybeans

Gunpowder and Watermelon (part one)

Autocorrected Anxiety Attacks and Messy Sexts (part two)

Pachyderms and Pointed Teeth (part three)

Knocked Up Knockouts and Cheesy Puns (part four)

A Little Less Sparkle, A Little More Reality (part five)

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO/Omegaverse dynamics (knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive explanations), doctor visits, depictions of ultrasounds and exams, PTSD around exams, hinted sexism, hinted human trafficking (a mention of almost being sold by family), more puns, sticky boys, Col being a goof, attempted cunnilingus, sweet moments, playful insults, mpreg 🖤 Rating: mature

I got a little choked up writing this so please keep yourself safe if you have any problems with things mentioned above. It's a very sweet chapter but it still revolves around emotions and fetal doctor visits. If anyone understands issues with that it's me. I write things like this to help me heal. I love you all 🖤

Colson didn't think his hand had ever been squeezed so hard but at the same time nothing had ever felt so good. He knew he might be bruised later but he'd heal fast even if something broke. It was heaven though because his lover was turning to him for comfort. For at least the moment he was a good enough alpha his omega felt safer with him. Of course he couldn't bring attention to any of that though without probably losing it, Dom wasn't any better at admitting fear or need than he was besides maybe sexual. Need, not fear obviously- if his baby momma was scared of something in bed he damn well better say. "Ya know if you put your feet up and give me like two minutes down there I can relax your tense ass." He teased, trying to break a little tension. It was thick enough in the room you could cut it with a fang and the stench of nerves was starting to turn his stomach.

"Ya need two? Weak game bruv." Dom huffed back but his death grip eased. He still didn't move for the stirrups however and Col shrugged, he supposed that wasn't necessary yet but he wasn't opposed to playing a little.

Dom had been right about his friend, he actually had set up multiple appointments for the week so whenever the alpha showed up they had one. Thankfully they'd just been resting when Tom entered the room without knocking to tell them. They'd rushed around to get ready, everyone including Dom fearing if he was given any time to think about it he'd have to be convinced again so that was easiest. The omega just hoped he didn't have too much of his alpha's cum still inside him.

He shifted nervously again, his thighs clenched tight even though he wasn't naked. He'd ranted enough on the way that Colson told the nurse who led them back the boy wouldn't be nude unless they absolutely had to do an internal exam. He could still remember his first appointment at such a place, it was etched into the parts of his mind that carried all his trauma. He'd barely been a teenager at the time but they knew from his birth what he'd present as, that was obvious. He remembered feeling a little sick for a few days and his mum said she was taking him to the doctor. Of course his young mind thought that was normal until he was spread wide with a male beta checking out parts of himself he'd never even explored. He'd been dry since it was before his first heat and the bastard hadn't been gentle. It didn't help that both his parents stayed in the room to hear the 'okay'. He found out a few days later his father, 'uncle', and their mob type friends had set him up to be sold. It wasn't supposed to happen anymore but rich enough men could procure whatever they desired and a male omega was rare enough his family would have been set for life. He'd run away to London the next day and never looked back. He truly never thought he'd be in this position, he didn't think he'd find an alpha he could trust. He didn't even trust most betas so finding Colson was… mental.

"We should steal some of this medical shit and play doctor." He was pulled from his thoughts by his daddy's purr and he was surprised when he could smile. He started to reply when there was a knock on the door and he startled, his body locking up tight when the doc didn't even wait for a 'come in'.

"'Ello, I'm Doctor Ward. Miss Ha-"

"Mister." Dom corrected before she could finish. He understood the confusion but that should have been fixed outside.

"Oh Mister Harrison."

"Alright I guess but Dom. Please? Jus' Dom."

"Dom. Good afternoon Dom and you- Mister- oh my god!"

Colson tried to cover a laugh with a cough while his partner huffed and he leaned over the prone punk to offer his hand. "You can just call me Col. But please, I'm barely here. He's in charge." He wasn't going to let anyone treat him like Dom's alpha, this was the kids rodeo, his stud horse just put on a good show. The doc nodded and collected her professionalism again, focusing back on the important one in the room. She smiled down at him and it seemed genuine but they both knew how some people could be around his kind.

"You know, if the two of you wouldn't mind this would be a wonderful help to the medical community. I don't believe we've had a mated pair in…" She trailed off, her gaze going distant behind her glasses but the boy squeezed him tighter.

"We'll think about it, thanks. Can we just… ya know." He tried not to grumble but it was hard, he just wanted to get his anxious omega home and safe but he needed to know his whole pack was okay first.

"Of course, I apologize. Please think about it though. Dom, do you know about how far along you are?"

"Two months, twenty eight days, and… damn. I'd remember the hours but ya know. Time zones." Kells teased and he grinned when his boyfriend blushed and rolled his eyes.

"Thank you. Well, I hate to say it but it'd be best if we checked internally. I can do an ultrasound through your abdomen but not everything may be as accessible as you'd like yet." She kept her tone gentle but Colson still felt his lip curling up in a snarl.

"Tha's fine. Luv shut the fuck up. I'm good. Jus'... Don't leave?" His voice went soft and Col nodded, kneeling next to the examination table so they could be eye level. "Stay right 'ere."

The woman left the room long enough for him to wiggle free of everything below the waist and he immediately felt a rush of cum escape him to soak in the rough crinkly paper. Kells tried not to crack a smirk but Dom could feel the pride radiating from him. "Bastard you is. Right bastard." His cheeks felt on fire by the time their doctor came back but they never broke eye contact and as soon as he could he was holding onto his daddy again. His baby daddy. Fuck.

He tried to drift while she worked, his pink socked toes curling but his alpha kept him breathing and as relaxed as possible. They were so in their own little world that when a fast steady beat started up they almost jumped, blinking at each other owlishly. "There we go." Ward cooed, moving the screen so they had a visual and for the first time Dominic didn't mind having a bloody alien probe up his core. "Is tha'?" He whispered, absolutely refusing to let his emotions take over. He would not cry. He would not.

"What? Is it what?" Col almost whined, he was too wrapped up in keeping his lover soothed that he was so fucking lost but the fingers on his free hand were tapping out the fluttering beat on the table.

"I fink tha's our baby Cols." Dom whispered, his hold on his lover's hand the only thing keeping him from floating away. It was the first time it felt truly real and the first time he didn't almost hurl at the word. There was a baby and it was his. Bloody hell.

"Fuck. What? Isn't that fast?" Colson's throat felt tight but he absolutely refused to cry. He couldn't, Dom needed him.

"That's normal for a fetal heart. They seem perfectly healthy. Thankfully." She winked at the omega, playfully chiding him for not seeing a doctor sooner. Dom thought she might be alright for them even with the rough start. "As long as you're careful now and keep up with appointments I think everything will be perfectly fine even though you've been living normally I assume?" She was trying to be polite but they all knew what was written on the papers, he didn't exactly live healthy before all this.

"Actually um… not entirely true. Jus' cause I refused to admit it don't mean I kept up me 'abits. Ain't 'ad nuffin to smoke or drink since me test. Swear." He explained nervously and Kells chewed his cheek so he wouldn't grin.

"Perfect!" She beamed at them both and moved the wand until she found the best angle.

Dom stared at the screen and tried to figure out how such a tiny jellybean was changing his life so much but as he listened to that rhythmic noise he couldn't imagine not having it now. She froze the picture for them and pulled everything free, handing him a box of wet wipes before she left quietly. The punk couldn't figure out why her demeanor had shifted until he glanced back at his friend and caught the tear tracks down his cheeks. "Oh."

"Shut the fuck up. You're crying." He wasn't actually but he knew he would later, he couldn't let himself break in public he could feel he was going to be a mess.

"'Elp me clean up and get me 'ome? I fink she can get us a video." He whined low, trying to help by giving the alpha a job. "No playing!" He snapped teasingly just in case the man got an idea while wiping him up. Kells glared but wiped his face on the back of Dom's hand before letting him go to walk around the table. Of course he didn't trust him there but he was just thankful to have a moment where he wasn't being stared at and he took a deep breath. He was starting to calm until he felt something against his hole that definitely wasn't a wet nap. The sound of the rapper gagging had him trying to sit up but he was stuck and so messy. "Twat. It ain't flavored lube ya knothead!" He huffed but he couldn't help giggling through the rest of their time in the office, his tension disappearing on a wave of… happiness? How weird.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @hollywoodxwhore @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know! Hope this was good, I just thought it was a cute idea 🖤

[idololivine]

Thoughts on Olivine and his relationships with the other clan? Shipping or platonic wise?

inch resting :3c lemme think

Aster: We don't see them interacting much (I think? there's a lot of events I haven't seen) but they seem to get along well. In Silver Miracle Aster drags Olivine away from the creamy hot pot to a different one, so they're on good enough terms for that to happen. Friendly but nothing special seems to be the vibe.

Morvay: I absolutely think they're BFFs. There's something very sweet about a priest and an incubus being the best of friends, and honestly they're about the same level of horny. They go to 'medicinal herb' (aphrodisiac) shops together and probably swap book recommendations.

Ship-wise: definitely friendship only and zero romance. I think they're prooobably not sexually compatible, unless it's a threesome and they're sandwiching one top between them. They both crave cock in them too much.

Yakumo: They're very very sweet and uncomplicated (or, well, they were uncomplicated until CoD. let's ignore that for a sec.) Olivine's gentle demeanour gets on very well with Yakumo's nervousness. Their dynamic is such that they don't challenge each other or push each other out of their respective comfort zones, and sometimes, that's exactly what you need in a relationship.

CoD complicates this. They both had protective/self-sacrificial streaks to begin with, and now they both feel guilty about what went down with the cult. Let's be honest, the game probably won't touch on this, but there really should be some complicated emotions between them.

Ship-wise: they're not the whirlwind romance Hallmark movie type, but they're the cute domestic type where they go shopping and then make dinner together. Also the sex is fantastic because Yakumo can be overwhelming and Olivine loves being overwhelmed.

Edmond: They're friendly, but earlier on in the event timeline, I also got the sense that out of all the clan members, Edmond is the one that places the most importance on Olivine's priesthood. That's a point of conflict, because Olivine's whole deal is learning to be An Actual Person outside of his job. As long as Edmond sees him as Father Olivine The Priest and not just Olivine, there's going to be some amount of distance between them.

I think they must have figured this out offscreen at some point, because in CoD Edmond drops the 'Father' title and just calls Olivine by name. So there's an unspecified stretch of time where they have the awkwardness I talk about above, but where we currently are in the event timeline, I think they're good friends. There's interesting places to explore in regards to how they both feel bound by duty and both (used to) struggle with feeling ashamed for having sexual desires.

Ship-wise: I've talked about olimond a lot these past few days. I still love the idea of them having the most chaste regency romance slowburn. Sexually, Edmond might be the only man Olivine will be a Dom(ish) top for, but Eiden has to get them started because Olivine doesn't know what to make of Edmond's CNC thing.

Quincy: Also very uncomplicated. Quincy likes that he's quiet and polite, and Olivine just generally likes people. They simply get along well.

Ship-wise: I'll be honest, I don't find romantic quinoli to be that much better than other romantic Olivine/clan member ships, at least when it comes to canon and canon-adjacent settings. They're sweet, but there's not a huge amount of depth to their dynamic. AUs are different because you can change up their circumstances to add that depth; AU romantic quinoli has the capacity to be super good. See: Pages and Priests by Zerenovation.

Regardless of whether they're romantically involved, the sex is really hot. Quincy is very straightforwardly, physically dominant and Olivine would love being manhandled. If you've ever peeped my ao3 profile you'll know I'm unfortunately an omegaverse enjoyer and these two would be the quintessential alpha/omega pair. (Quincy putting Olivine in a mating press... now there's a thought.)

Kuya: Oh Boy. tl;dr - the most complicated Olivine-clan relationship by far, which makes it very interesting.

Here's the kuyoli tag on my blog. I think requiodile says it better than I can, but to paraphrase my favourite parts: they're uniquely positioned to challenge one another in ways that they just don't get from anyone else.

They both have a thing about being seen for their station (priest/powerful yokai) before they're seen for themselves, and they both don't really care about each other's station. Kuya doesn't give a shit about the church or its priests. Olivine respects other cultures and respects that Kuya is held in high regard among the yokai, but ultimately, Kuya is just another one of God's creatures. We see all the way back in Kuya's introduction chapter that Olivine doesn't seem intimidated by him, just kind of annoyed.

There's a few angles their dynamic could take, depending on circumstance.

Kuya intentionally tries to piss off Olivine just to see how much Olivine is willing to take. Olivine is very accomodating, and knowing that Kuya is trying to get a reaction means he would try to stay calm, but even he has his limits.

Kuya, on account of being old as balls and a yokai, has a sense of morality that can seem incomprehensible and callous to humans. Olivine might try for something along the lines of "I know there's cultural differences, but I still find your actions unacceptable", which Kuya would hate.

In either case: we'd get Olivine being genuinely angry. Not just "I was worried for your safety" angry, but genuine "you are such an asshole and I can't do anything about it" angry. I think it'd be neat to see a new side of him. NuCa events being NuCa events, they'd resolve the conflict soon enough, but they're never going to be buddy-buddy. The potential Kuya-Olivine dynamic of "we respect each other but don't like each other" is still a very unique one for Olivine.

If you just wanted PWP, Kuya is absolutely capable of straight up bullying Olivine so hard that he gets flustered and submits before there's even anything for him to be mad about. They're very sexually compatible, being the most sadistic top and the neediest masochist bottom. I think Kuya would find it a fascinating challenge to have a sub that'll take anything he can give and still beg for more.

Garu and Karu: I really don't know what to make of their relationship. Olivine comments in Forest Carnival that he can't help but want to watch over Garu and Karu, so it's... kind of a parental vibe? But that's a really fucking weird vibe to have when they're all having sex with the same guy. I dunno. I'm unsure of what to make of Garu and Karu in general, and given what I know of their writing in events and intimacy rooms, I don't think the devs know what to make of them either.

Blade: I think they're cute! Olivine is a master of social cues and Blade doesn't know what a social cue is. They'd have a lot to learn from each other. I'm going to plug another Zerenovation fic here.

Much like Kuya, Blade also doesn't especially care that Olivine's a priest, but it comes from a place of not knowing what a priest is and not from antagonism. I think that'd be somewhat strange but also nice for Olivine.

Dante: I find it hard to get a read on how Dante generally interacts with the other clan members. Dante and Olivine interact in Festive Glimmer, but miraheze doesn't have the transcript for me to remind myself of how that went. I think they'd be polite and friendly, but not especially close. They might have something to explore in terms of Dante also being very defined by his duty - probably not the sort of thing that'll ever be touched on in canon, but could be interesting in fic.

Ship-wise: I think it'd be funny to see how Dante tries to figure out topping Olivine. He's so used to dealing with Eiden's bratting, and Olivine is... distinctly not a brat. Romantically, there's currently not enough depth in canon for me to be interested, but if a fic existed I'd give it a shot.

Rei: We really haven't seen enough of Rei at all for me to get any sort of read on him. Olivine might have something to say about Rei chipping fragments off the water elemental gemstone?

Ship-wise: Rei might be the only person who can make Olivine a sub top. Like, pin down or tie up Olivine and ride him kind of thing. But again, I don't really know enough about Rei to be confident yet.

[sarriathmg]

to you what makes omega jason so special?

Honestly? Omega Jason writers used to be some of the only writers who wrote Jason as sympathetic rather than that big, dumb, swearing, unsophisticated brute a lot of other writers seemed to want to write him as. I used to be lukewarm when it comes to omegaverse, but I've acquired a taste for it. That, and the fact a lot of o!Jason writers are very good writers and can sell the dynamic/world very well, so these days I tend to associate this tag with quality writing and the kind of dynamic I enjoy.

O!Jay fics tend to explore the character in ways I like: make Jason at the center of hurt/comfort the way he deserves (and he deserves it the most out of all the Robins. FIGHT ME) and give me the angst/whump content with Jason that's much needed. (On an aside, I'm done with Dick whump in this fandom and it's one of my biggest pet peeves these days. Save those for Dick-centric stories, whatever, but if I find another attempt to squeeze Dick whump into a story not meant to focus on him I will just silently close the tab like I've been doing for the past two years)

As to why I like creating o!Jay works? The room for worldbuilding and creativity is one. Love exploring the world in an omegaverse setting, especially if it's historical/fantasy/AU, or has some other major differences from the world we live in. Once you acquire a taste for omegaverse it's just the perfect place to explore the extent of your own skills as a writer/storyteller.

KINKY is the second reason. I love kinky shit so much and BOY DOES OMEGAVERSE PROMISE THAT. I know the power imbalance that comes with omegaverse is a big reason why some people can't get behind it, but I just like power imbalance as a kink, can you blame me? Intersex omegas provide the excuse for double insertion. Heats=altered states. Pregnancy+breeding kink. Lactation isn't a huge one for me but it is for a lot of people. In general, just a lot of opportunity to make Jason fuck(ed) like a bunny and get pregnant from it.

Thanks for the ask, Anon! I always knew why I like o!Jason but your question made me think back on all the reasons and list them. I have a lot to say but I hope I didn't bore you, haha.

[derangedthots]

No cause you’re so real dear author. we are in dire need of more omega Jacaerys fics

If only for the duality that it means for Jace: the heir to the Iron Throne being an omega. He is both a leader figure and a mother figure. And screw it Jacaerys of House Targaryen, the First of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Protector Mother of the Realm, Shield of His People …like tell me it does not give cvnt.

Plus in the context of your own CFT universe, having Jace retaining his position as a leader and futur king yet leaning into his omegahood (unlike Aegon the Conqueror who will being an omega decided not to bear children which is not a bad thing at all btw), having children and all … it’s just so juicy.

And lastly I think Jace having to be the perfect eldest daughter brother and perfect heir has to take a tool on him so I quite imagined his omega being kind of like a safe place (you write beautifully btw in your latest chapter of CTF with his inner omega prowling around and opening his eyes when he thinks he can draw blood and/or smells an interesting potential husband).

We need more omega!Jacaerys

i will always have a special fondness in my heart for omega jace🥹 jace having all those titles you mentioned ABSOLUTELY serves cunt it's amazing😌🤭

i know i'm under anonymous for FMF+CTF but i actually don't typically write a/b/o (there's no hard feelings, i simply do other stuff), it's just that i happen to love omegaverse for asoiaf/hotd bc it makes the political intrigue all the more convoluted while also evening out some of the m/f gender dynamics and homophobia. the idea of princess rhaenyra's heir having to deal with being an omega on top of being widely regarded as a bastard is so *screams in gibberish* i could go into a whole spiel abt how it blurs gender roles and heteronormativity while complicating jace's position in westerosi society bc there's so many ways to take it and FMF/CTF is just one way. from what i understand, it also just goes so hand-in-hand with valyrian views on men and women vs. westerosi/andal/first men ones (at least bc rhaenys and visenya were able to exercise so much power despite being women and then all the targ women after them, barring dany, having only a fraction of the same autonomy). omegaverse has a way of complicating the traditional roles/expectations and in a medieval fantasy universe that's so steeped in that kind of limiting ideology, placing a/b/o dynamics into the setting throws a wrench into the system and allows for all kinds of exploration as to the effects. like don't get me wrong, the kinks are so much fun😏😂 but also everything else as well!!

that being said, i'm particularly partial to the idea of jace being an omega in an a/b/o universe bc of multiple reasons but to name a few it's

the fact that he can bear children, and the issues that follow from that, is another similarity btwn him and his mother (#jace as nyra's mini-me 5ever)

allows for ample exploration of how jace would handle 'motherhood' and what it would mean for him (while also getting the perks of being so, so spoiled and taken care of as he deserves)

solves the issue of aemond still gaining immediate proximity to the throne by becoming king consort (while exploring what being a father and patriarch looks like for him after his childhood/relationship to viserys)

also satisfies the fandom's agreed upon consensus that aemond has a breeding kink LMFAO (he's so comedic for me bc i truly believe he doesn't like children much but also would break the record for most kids if jace was amenable)

even if everyone else is against me, i will always be a proponent of omega jace! omega jace rights always!! (pls imagine me with a matching headband, t-shirt, and sign)

also i'm glad you like my writing and thank you for dropping by, dear anon♥️

[5ummit]

Roosmav Fic Recs

Did you watch Top Gun: Maverick and think it would be interesting if Rooster and Maverick’s feelings for each other weren’t so familial after all? New to roosmav and not sure where to start? Please enjoy this sampler platter of tasty fics.

Just a heads up, my interest in this pairing is specifically because of its problematic nature (age gap, pseudo-incest, unhealthy dynamics, etc) and my recs will generally reflect that as those are the kinds of topics I like to explore in fiction. These won’t all be pure trash like my usual fare – I’ve had to broaden my tastes a bit since my options are more limited in this fandom – but I can tell you upfront if you’re looking for cutesy hand holding or feel-good domestic bliss, you should look elsewhere.

As usual, standout kinks/tropes and potentially triggering content will be noted to the best of my ability, but please carefully read all tags and author’s notes.

Don't Think (Just Do) by Exorin Words: 1900 Notes: dubious consent

“Fight back,” Rooster repeats, a barely there whisper tinged with desperation. Maverick doesn’t move and Rooster feels the way the other man’s body goes lax and easy against his grip, “Get it out Bradley,” Maverick says, turning his face to the side to make sure that Rooster can hear him.

The man with the child in his eyes by hazelmotes Words: 3110

The day after he almost rips Hangman’s smug grin off his stupid fucking face, he heads to the beach. He knows he’ll be followed. It makes him want to laugh, how things have changed and how they haven’t changed at all. He used to follow Maverick around everywhere he went, glued to his side. He couldn’t have separated himself from him even if he’d wanted to. The earth was made to love the sun.

Toxic Pony by yellow_crayon Words: 3520 Notes: mistaken identity, dubious consent

The kid staring at him across the bar is young, Hawaiian shirt and blue board shorts, aviators pinned to a thin white undershirt, the V of his crooked collar showing a light smattering of freckles over sun-kissed clavicles. Probably some navy admiral's rebellious kid looking for a good time. Maverick's gone through his fair share of them way back when. This one is at least a decade too young for Maverick's current tastes.

Running toward the fire by Lake Words: 670 Notes: daddy kink

Bradley's mouth tasted like whiskey when he kissed Pete. Liquid courage for someone who rarely reached for it, steadying himself enough to tell Pete what he wanted. Pete is stone-cold sober - he wouldn't do this particular thing any other way, and he wouldn't say no, even when the thought of it made his brain feel too big for his skull and his tongue feel too big for his mouth.

Little Orange Bottle by Exorin Words: 5670 Notes: UNDERAGE, drugged/drunk sex, noncon/dubcon (of Mav)

“Hey Mav, I know it’s late but I was wondering–” he starts, talking at a whisper as he rounds the corner to the living room where Maverick should, in theory, be setting up the pull out couch into a bed for the night - instead he finds the older man already passed out, his leather jacket on the floor, shirt pushed up enough to give a small peak at his toned stomach and pants half-undone; Bradley’s mouth goes dry at the sight and he takes a half step forward. “Mav?” Bradley tries, wincing at the crack in his voice.

Truer than North by thedastardly Words: 8850

Brad, much to his embarrassment, had his first real sexual experience looking at a picture of Maverick and Goose—his father’s lanky arm thrown over the other man’s round shoulders and squinting into he sun. Next to him Maverick was smiling, all dark hair and pretty, light eyes, the hollow of his throat shining with sweat from Fightertown sunshine.

What He Needs Is You by Belladonna_Q Words: 1660 Notes: omegaverse, lactation/nursing

It's been three days since mission prep began. Only three days since he laid eyes on Bradley after over ten years of silent static. And it took only those three days for his body to restart, like a roaring ignition fire, rumbling and lit and ready to go. Three days to undo over ten years of effort.

Seventy minutes by AortaArgent Words: 19330 Notes: self-esteem issues, dubious consent

The dip between Rooster’s collarbones is right in front of him, tan and shining and he could fit his thumb right against that gap, trace the little notch. The thought is enough to make him feel shame scald his skin, sends him ducking out of Rooster’s way and closing his mouth tight until he makes it to the safety of the sofa.

The edge of glory by writelikeitsgoingoutofstyle Words: 2470

Wrenches and loose wiring clatter as they hit the cement, and Maverick doesn't even have a chance to complain before his chest is pressed into the hastily cleared workbench. There's a twinge in his shoulder and he can't help but grunt. Half of him expects Rooster to taunt him, after all, it's another sign of what an 'old man' he is - instead the only thing he hears is the solid thud of Rooster dropping to his knees. It can't have been a graceful move, but only one of them will be feeling this in the morning.