#when he's cradling his little thing of catnip? love it

[it-begins-with-rain]

Ding Yuxi... You've done so many good shows... Surely you're past the take-whatever-pays-the-rent phase of your career?

[yuma-mukami-garden-god]

How would the boys react to a Virgin S/O scared of having sex?

Sakamaki Brothers

Shu

He raises an eyebrow at your fear but doesn’t push you.

“Hmph… figures. This world screws people up early.”

He’d lie beside you, fingers brushing your skin in a way that’s comforting, not sexual.

“I don’t care if you never want to. Just… stay close. That’s enough for me.”

But if you do ever open up to it? He’ll take things slow, lazy, and deeply sensual—letting you guide everything.

Reiji

He believes in control and composure, so your fear intrigues him.

“I see. So you are… untouched.”

If it’s genuine fear, not just modesty, he backs off—but with a plan.

“We’ll begin with trust. Not acts.”

He’ll earn your submission through rituals of routine and obedience. When you're ready, he'll make it ceremonial, intense—but only once you're mentally and emotionally prepared.

No one else will ever have you, and he likes it that way.

Ayato

“Wha—Chichinashi, are you serious?”

At first, he teases, not realizing how scared you really are.

But when he sees your panic, his eyes soften.

“…Tch. Fine. I won’t touch you. Idiot.”

It’s hard for him, but he backs off.

Still, the possessive part of him likes that you’re untouched.

“You’re mine. No one else ever got you. That’s enough for me… for now.”

Kanato

Kanato is extremely volatile, especially around intimacy.

When he learns you’re scared, he freaks out at first.

“Are you saying you don’t love me?! You don’t want to belong to me?!”

But if you cry and explain, he softens.

“You… don’t have to. Just sleep beside me. I’ll protect you. Don’t leave me.”

He’ll cling to you in his bed, whispering childish lullabies instead of demanding more. He likes you as a pure doll—but he also wants you, so the tension stays.

Laito

“Ohhh~ Bitch-chan… a scared little virgin?”

He thrives on power dynamics, so this is catnip to him—but he won’t act on it if you’re afraid.

He’ll flirt, tease, and stroke your skin just to get your heart racing. But if you panic? He stops immediately.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Not unless you beg me to.”

If you ever say you're ready, he’ll make it playful and slow—but the moment you say no, everything halts.

Underneath it all, he wants your trust more than your body.

Subaru

This hits his insecurities hard.

“Y-You’re scared of me?!”

He panics, thinking he’s the reason. He’ll avoid eye contact and beat himself up about it.

“…It’s fine. We don’t have to. Ever. Just let me hold you, okay?”

When you tell him you just need time, he melts.

“Thank god… I thought I ruined everything.”

He’ll cuddle you under his jacket like you're a precious porcelain thing, blushing every time your hands brush.

Mukami Brothers

Ruki

Ruki immediately backs off.

“So you are afraid of intimacy… interesting.”

He respects you enough to wait, but also views your innocence as something to cultivate.

“Do not fear me, Livestock. Let me educate you—emotionally, first.”

He’ll slowly break down your walls through acts of tenderness. The moment you do give consent, he’ll take it as a sign that you are fully his—mind, body, and soul.

“You are mine. And I will be your first… and last.”

Kou

“Aww~ my poor little kitten’s scared?”

Kou masks his feelings behind teasing, but when he realizes you’re genuinely scared, his act falters.

“…Tch. Fine. No cameras, no touching. Just cuddles, okay?”

He wants to be your safe space, not your nightmare.

He spoils you, distracts you with gifts, and lets you lead.

But the thought of being your first gets under his skin—in a possessive way.

“I’ll wait. But when it happens, no one else gets that memory but me.”

Yuma

Yuma respects strength and survival—and fear? That makes him gentler.

“Oh, Seedling… you ain’t ready, huh?”

He cradles your face and kisses your forehead.

“Sex ain’t the only way I can love ya. You tell me when. Not before.”

He’ll distract you with gardening, sparring, meals. Build trust until you’re secure enough to even think about intimacy.

And if you never are? That’s fine too.

“You’re still mine, scared or not.”

Azusa

Azusa is incredibly tender about it.

“You’re scared… like me…”

He doesn’t push, ever. He asks permission before hugging you.

“I’ll wait. Even if it hurts… even if it’s forever.”

He’ll trace patterns on your arm, whispering how beautiful you are—not for your body, but for your soul.

If you cry from fear? He’ll cry with you.

“No pain… unless you want it. No touch… unless you ask.”

He’ll never let anyone else touch you either.

Tsukinami Brothers + Karlheinz + Richter

Shin

He tries to laugh it off.

“You? Scared? What are you, twelve?”

But when he realizes you’re actually terrified, he stops cold.

“…Shit. Sorry.”

He pulls you into his arms and rubs your back awkwardly.

“Fine. We’ll wait. But don’t expect me to stop wanting you.”

He sulks a little, but fiercely defends your comfort and boundaries.

The day you’re ready? He’ll be cocky but incredibly tender.

“Now you’re mine in every way.”

Carla

He’s stoic, but perceptive.

“I see. Fear has rooted itself in you.”

He won’t force anything. Royalty doesn’t need to prove dominance that way.

He’ll wait in eerie silence, watching your reactions, slowly learning how to soothe you.

“You will come to me willingly—or not at all. Either is acceptable.”

But deep down, he likes that no one has tainted you.

“You are untouched. Let me be the first… when you are no longer afraid.”

Kino

Kino makes inappropriate jokes.

“A virgin, huh? What is this, the Middle Ages?”

But when he realizes you’re scared, his smirk fades.

“Okay, okay… chill. I’m not that big of an asshole.”

He’ll distract you with games, manga, teasing—but no pressure.

“I’ll be your first player. When you’re ready to hit start.”

Karlheinz

He finds your innocence divine.

“Ah… so fragile. So untouched by sin.”

He’s strangely gentle, like you’re a sacred creature.

“If you fear the act, then I shall not stain you with it… unless you beg.”

He might use manipulation to slowly make you crave closeness, but he’d never outright force you.

“Your fear will become fascination. In time.”

Richter

“Oh… how pure you are…”

He savors it—too much.

He might tease and tempt, but he’d respect your fear—if only because breaking that wall later is more satisfying to him.

He speaks like a devil in confession.

“When the day comes, little dove… I’ll ruin you beautifully.”

But only when you ask him to.

[4th-make-quail]

Ship ask game! Two easy ones for you:

Sartauvoir/Basch and Lyon/Menenius

Ship it - Sartauvoir/Basch

What made you ship it?

HOUGHHHH GOD. Well!! I'd been no-lifing it in Bozja since it came out, but it'd been a while before I ended up seeing much of Sart's fights outside of the abstract ARRGHHH GRAND CROSS GUY!!!! so when I eventually saw Flame and Steel and read his voicelines I was like oh hello, old man?? Old man alert?! So I started Paying Attention. Then ofc Dalriada happened and it was a few runs til I got to go up top for the first time, but then I saw his lines about Basch and was like HELLO???? OH MY GOD???? I was going mental, I was just immediately like this with the Implications man.... The Rammies....

Ofc I'm a slut for an old man and I love tragic ships with terrible people so I was basically just SOLD.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Old men....... Although Sart wasn't old when they met, so I also love the AGE DIFFERENCE POSSIBILITIESSS!!!! And the height difference..... And that whole super loyalty thing Sart has going on too, it's sooo sexy to me!! Also also the heavily suggestion that Basch taught Sartauvoir a lot of things, like hello?? HOT..... Also I LOVE a one half of the ship is dead situation so it was further Quail Catnip to me lolol

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Honestly it's not a big or popular enough ship that there's much dissent among the ranks of we merry few I think! No opinions that I can think of that anyone's disagreed with me about anyway, but I guess you never know XDD

Ship it - Lyon/Menenius

What made you ship it?

GOD I was sold from their first fucking cutscenes together not gonna lie!! I LOVE their sort of animosity, the push-pull kinda relationship with how insubordinate Lyon is but also how they genuinely do seem to like each other despite that! Also the visual contrast of the two is very pleasing, with Menenius in his full armour and Lyon in basically as little clothing as possible. Feral old man..... Also again yea, old man yaoi par excellence..........

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Oh god, so many things!! I love the power dynamics of officer/subordinate, I love how Lyon is the older one even as he's the subordinate but also how rude and boisterous he is all the time to Menenius' cool, calculating scheming. The way they play off each other, how you can almost see sparks fly! The way Lyon calls Menenius "boy" even tho he's not that many years younger than him!!! Height and size difference again....... The way Lyon is so so loyal as well, how he gets himself jailed at the end because he's so angry that Menenius """died""" (tinfoil hat firmly ON)...... Menenius flashing his little smile at Lyon as he fucking steps in front of that fucking laser to protect him........ LYON ON HIS KNEES CRADLING HIM AND SCREAMING AT THE SKY....... TC I'M SO FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT THEM!!!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Again, this is a small ship (even tho a lot of people say they ship it, the fandom is tiny - 24 fics, 21 in English) so it's hard to say!! I've never had any disagreements with any friends over interpretations or headcanons so I'm gonna say I don't have any LOL

[a-sad-writer]

Oh, so many.

Their first child was not planned. But as soon as Sebastian realizes that Ciel is pregnant, which he does before Ciel does, he's so happy it's unbearable. He's beaming. He's doing a happy dance. He hugs all the servants. He smothers Ciel in kisses and declarations of love.

Meanwhile Ciel is half in panic half excited and curious. It takes him a while to get used to the idea of having a baby. But it helps that Sebastian's happiness doesn't fade. He's going into full on supportive loving husband mode plus all his demon instincts kick in so hard. Seb spoils Ciel as much as he possibly can and he's even clingier than usually.

In the early stages of pregnancy Ciel mostly experiences food cravings and horniness and Sebastian is very happy to indulge both. He's all over his darling Master and gives in to any food requests, even dessert before dinner. Even the sugariest sweets.

As Ciel's pregnancy proceeds, Ciel gets increasingly moody and tires more easily. Sebastian is fortunately endeared by Ciel's grumpiness and whining. Often Ciel is in a very clingy, affection-hungry, cuddly mood and that's like catnip to Seb. Sebastian gets nothing done sometimes because he spends so much time fussing over Ciel.

To increase Ciel's comfort and to satisfy his instincts that scream "Make a nest for your mate" Sebs builds new furniture, namely a huge comfy bed that he somehow squeezes into the bedroom and a chaiselongue for his dear Master to lounge on and a crib for the baby.

Ciel is not amused by getting increasingly heavier and tired. But having to spend a majority of his time laying around between comfy pillows, wearing Sebastian's shirts and munching on sweet treats is not the worst. Especially when Sebastian is so extra caring and worshipping him. Also he gets to just read books all day, which he usually doesn't have much Time for when he needs to work. Aforementioned chaiselongue stands in the library with a little table next to it.

The servants are very excited to soon have a baby in the family. They're super happy.

Ciel's baby bump gets really big and round and walking around can be exhausting. Often Sebastian just carries him around. He wants Ciel in his arms at all times anyway.

Also Sebastian's demon side is overflowing with pride and joy over having bred his mate and protective, caring instincts. His tendrils of darkness happily curl around Ciel, cradling him and carressing him. He blankets Ciel in his wings. Sometimes Ciel sticks his fingers into Sebastian's mouth, curiously feeling those fangs that may nip a little lovebite on him but never truely hurt him (that one is a general headcanon).

When the baby is finally born it's a healthy demon with black hair and blue eyes. Demon children are a little easier than human children but theirs is an especially sweet one. Idk if I prefer the first kid being a son or a daughter, I could imagine either really well.

Sebastian takes to being a father like a duck to water. He's a great Dad and enthusiastic to be one from the first second on. Ciel is a little more cautious at first but eases into motherhood more smoothly than he had expected and he loves his child dearly.

The baby is constantly in someone's arms, either Seb's or Ciel's or the servants'. After a short while the baby developes a preferrence for Ciel and being pulled out of his arms is the only thing that will cause the little one to whine. Sebastian is not offended at all by the favoritism. "If I could spend all my time in your arms, my beloved Lord, I too would insist on doing so."

The kid's first word is an imitation of the word 'Master' because it's a word the little one hears often and realizes that it is used for Ciel. From there, there is a smooth transition to the word Mumma. Ciel is the kid's favourite but Sebastian comes in a close second. In fact as soon as they can walk the kid likes to follow Sebastian around like a demonic duckling, exploring the world curiously. Other times the kid likes to play with toys on the carpeted floor of Ciel's office while Ciel works.

As a toddler the kid's demonic traits begin to show more. I'm picturing, with Sebastian being kind of a Raven and Ciel being like a cat, their child has likeness to a falcon or maybe a fox.

any HCs for a sebaciel love child?

[daisychainsandbowties]

avatrice & books

// turning this into a whole post bc it got LONG. ty anon who asked these questions

who prefers audio and/or digital books over physical?

out of necessity they have a LOT of digital books. Cam actually dumps her whole contraband collection in Bea’s inbox while she & Ava are still en-route to Switzerland, so that Bea’s new phone lights up on the seat beside her & it’s the first thing that relaunches her brain like a crashed excel document, because Ava’s drooling onto the leg of her pants with her body curled up across two seats. all the lights in the train are down low, & she gets an email from Cam (on the OCS extranet) with the subject line “don’t tell Mom :)))”.

headcanon is that Cam has been selling literary contraband in cat’s cradle for years (in true Camila style with a barter system where she gives people pages she printed off on the admin office’s old printer & they give her things like ‘interestingly-shaped bullet fragments’ and ‘bags of Haribo starmix with a preferential ratio of love hearts and cola bottles to bears & rings’)

so yeah, Cam has a little online archive hidden away on the OCS servers, & Bea spends the journey to Switzerland reading a digitally dog-eared file of miscellaneous philosophy papers, which Cam has been grabbing for her because it’s like Beatrice catnip. and it becomes a little habit for Cam to walk into Bea’s room at cat’s cradle to find her doing crunches with the lights off. Cam doing the sibling thing where she flicks the light switch on and off five times until Beatrice stops and just lies on the floor with arms akimbo, scowling:

‘leave me alone Camila.’

‘okay, broody bones, guess you don’t want this paper i found called ‘do holes exist?’

cue Bea coming down to breakfast the next morning STILL furious, squinting angrily at the straw in Mary’s smoothie until Mary asks if she needs to put it into protective custody.

she reads it again on the train because she wants to be angry over something stupid. she reads the essay that made Cam spend a week hiding in the apse and saying ‘i’m batman’ whenever Beatrice went inside - Nagel’s ‘what is it like to be a bat?’ and she reads a bit of Beckett because she really does find ‘Waiting for Godot’ funny, & then she reads her old favourites which she has printed and folded in her drawer in cat’s cradle

she LOVES Kepler’s astronomica nova because he has all these asides in it, and Bea chuckles aloud in the train carriage as she always does when she remembers reading first about Kepler writing “ah, what a foolish bird i have been!” & when her head hurts from reading the original Latin she switches to Carl Sagan’s cosmos, reading about Kepler again, feeling it in her chest:

“Kepler was a brilliant thinker and a lucid writer, but he was a disaster as a classroom teacher. He mumbled. He digressed. He was at times utterly incomprehensible… He was distracted by an incessant interior clamor of associations and speculations vying for his attention.”

beatrice & kepler &

“Geometry provided God with a model for the Creation… Geometry is God Himself.”

when Ava wakes up, Bea is reading the Lewis & Lewis holes article for the third time, & Ava jolts a bit because she looks real mad, and kind of devastated, but then Bea smiles at her & Ava says:

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing, nothing.” a pause, “i just… holes are full of the substance they create an absence in.”

“i think i need a croissant before you explain that to me”

Bea prefers physical books. she likes the smell of them, and the feeling of holding the words in her hands, and how you can leave a bookmark inside of a book and feel suddenly and profoundly like you are alive, putting an ellipses straight into the world ‘…. to be continued’.

it’s why she likes Cam’s dumb print-offs even if Camila has long-since convinced the ink cartridge that it is not, in fact empty but it definitely is getting there. even though sometimes the words are shaved off and she has to infer the full shape of sentences - and if she does, well, it’s kind of like sudoku & it’s a bit like learning song lyrics off the radio where, very occasionally, the words you mishear are better than the real ones.

but she does appreciate the search functions on the digital books & papers & the fact that she can screen reader things when her eyes are tired but her brain is not, (& Cam is very good at making sure that the PDFs she sends are screen reader accessible)

she doesn’t like audiobooks because she wants to put the emphasis where her brain thinks it should go, and even with the speed turned up there’s just a difference between her reading speed and the narration. & yeah, the auditory processing sometimes is not cooperating, never mind that her ears ring sometimes from hearing too many gunshots. there’s a reason the OCS has a deal with a hearing specialist bc if you retire, you’re going to have damage to your eardrums. a ringing aftershock of violence.

they both love dog-earing books and leaving little notes in the margins of, underlining things with intention so that the pen breaks through the paper; with mass-market paperbacks there’s no reason not to, though it takes a while for it to happen.

Ava is at first very tender with every object they own. she bawls her eyes out when she drops a glass in the kitchen one night because her fingers are tired and sore from doing finger strikes all day. Bea finds her there sort of curled up on her haunches, and quietly sweeps up the glass from around her, gently leads her around it because she’s in bare feet.

later, on the sofa, Ava tells her through tears that she has never had stuff that she picked out herself, and the glasses with the little bumblebees on them were hers, and now there are three of them instead of four. & Bea is a bit overcome by how sacredly Ava holds everything, for all that she doesn’t believe in any god.

Ava i think really likes audiobooks because you can do other things while you listen to them! so like, i imagine in the Switzerland era Ava is doing a thing where she’s trying to figure out what stuff she likes doing. so she gets painting supplies & some sheets of A3 paper & she puts on audiobooks while she experiments with colours.

she listens to books at night because Beatrice goes to sleep kind of early & she’s always like ‘oh no, you can leave the light on’ but actually she needs the light off and Ava knows it so instead she lies in the dark with one earphone in listening, on the one hand, to Beatrice mumbling in her sleep and also to whatever book she has & sometimes she takes out the fold-up ruler that she found in a charity shop & folds it and unfolds it and folds it again just to keep her hands busy.

but she also likes physical books because (once Beatrice assures her that it’s okay to write in them & damage them because they’re things and they’re hers and they’re meant to be loved in the way that feels best) she likes writing silly little notes in the margins, or things she wants to look up even though her phone is right there because if she google searches she’ll spend an hour not reading her book.

it makes her feel present & good to leave marks on the books even if it’s ‘ava silva was here’ because she thought she would leave only the smallest impression on the world for so long but now she has her own dirty plates to clean up and she has to pick her clothes off the floor and they have a small stack of very carefully-chosen paperbacks with dog ears and yellow highlighter marks and blue pen in the margins.

what do you think their weird book opinions & peeves would be?

Beatrice will go on a ten-minute tirade about how long it takes for mass-market paperbacks to come out these days. she HATES the fact that all books seem to get released in 25 euro hardcovers, because she spent her teenage years getting books from the second-hand store when the students were allowed to visit the nearby village & she kept an ever-expanding stack of old yellowing paperbacks on top of her chest of drawers, and she adores the feeling of the wafer-thin pages, the smell of them, even gross stuff like spots of blood on the pages from where people accidentally pressed an open cut down over a sentence.

the too-white pages of many modern books, and their thick, almost laminate feeling drives her up the wall. she loves second-hand bookstores and the way the books are stacked all haphazardly, to the ceiling, and they are 1 or 2 euros so you can get a stupid stack of them & pay with a crumply note and take them home and feel full for days.

Ava gets impatient with fiction that doesn’t feel real to her. overly-constructed stuff & characters who could never be real people. she likes messy narratives and non-linearity and she wants to know about the characters more than anything, because people fascinate her.

she likes books with plenty of dialogue, but also really appreciates introspective narratives & beautiful language & writers who can make her really feel like she’s there, and communicate alien experiences.

what are genres and/or tropes they absolutely will not read and/or are very picky about? what are genres & tropes they love?

well, obviously Beatrice loves non-fiction. she reads textbooks, she reads academic papers, she reads very old foundational texts in science & biology & philosophy because Beatrice really really likes understanding things.

one of the first books Cam sends her, which gets dumped right into the “broody bones’ library <3” subsection of the server, which Bea has a login for and everything, is Biology of Spiders by Foelix Rainer, & another file that just has about 3000 images of different spiders pulled from an internet search, so that Beatrice can swipe through them at her leisure (she can name-drop a terrifying number of them just by looking at the pic)

she adores Carl Sagan’s Cosmos (& even gets Ava to watch the TV series, which is not hard because Ava gets fully 0 _ 0 when Bea goes on sleepy rants about space). & ofc she has A Brief History of Time, but she gravitates too towards modern books on astronomy, and likes especially The Disordered Cosmos by Chanda Prescod-Weinstein because it is doing a lot of things & it makes her cry a few times. she reads a lot of very old astronomy papers too. again drawn to that line from Monsignor Lemaître:

“the believer has perhaps the advantage of knowing that the enigma has a solution, that the underlying writing is, when all is said and done, the work of an intelligent being, therefore that the problem raised by nature has been raised in order to be solved.”

she likes that. the world as a puzzle god put in her hands, though before it felt more like He had put a shovel there & told her to dig a grave (but not who the grave might be for).

with Ava, reading under the awning of the bar on her break, she feels like the puzzle has come back again and it is intricate; that maybe something as simple as a body might unlock it.

on that note, Beatrice also loves loves loves science-fiction. she grew up reading second-hand stuff. very weird, but very thoughtful. Dune and  Solaris and Flowers for Algernon and The Dispossessed. when Cam sends her the more modern stuff she devours things like The Three-Body Problem by Liu Cixin and Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer and also the Murderbot Diaries.

many others, but as a genre she’s drawn to it because it is often very profoundly human. & she still remembers reading the Star Wars Jedi Apprentice books in her room at boarding school, & how fun they were, and how even in the strangest places with the premise that everything is so, so different, there is a humanity that reasserts itself.

it suits the gentle texture of the faith that Beatrice actually has, which is not the faith of hard church benches and prayers before bed and holding her hand too close overtop of a votive candle. her faith is very soft, and it is about marvelling at the world, worrying about it, being tender towards it.

sci-fi does that for her. it says much in the way of ‘even if everything were different, the best and worst parts of us would remain the same. there will never be a point in history where we do not have to deal with what we are.’

i think she also likes poetry, and just weird good books that make you feel things. i think at some point in those two months she reads Autobiography of Red, remembering herself on the train and staring staring staring at the line “sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.”  

looking back and thinking that sometimes a girl makes a journey necessary, thinking of being shipped off to boarding school because of a girl and now shipped off to Switzerland again but with a girl. thinking of necessity, and the small ways in which she has managed to alter the meaning of that word.

other lines that strike her

“This would be hard

for you if you were weak

but you’re not weak”

“Well Goodnight Then they said and drove him up/ Those hemorrhaging stairs…Don’t want to go want to stay Downstairs and read.”

she likes Anne Sexton, too

reading “Sylvia’s Death” & knowing that it’s about something else but also thinking about her sisters. about lilith, especially.

“Thief —

how did you crawl into,

crawl down alone

into the death I wanted so badly and for so long”

the only genre she’s not going to read ever probably is crime/ thrillers, because not only does she just constantly have a little voice in her head going

wrong, wrong, wrong.

no it doesn’t work like that.

wrong.

you just broke both your legs.

that is not how you fire a gun

some of it just sits too close to the bone for her & it’s bad enough that she has her own memories of real-world bad things happening without reading about it. possessed people ripping each other to pieces, bodies in the streets.

the OCS visited enough murder scenes on the trail of demons to make Beatrice capable of smelling, all over again, what happens to a room after a person has been dead in it for several hours.

so she just doesn’t want to read any crime or really most mystery novels (she’s too smart for them, sees things choreographed or else dislikes when things aren’t choreographed at all). she has attended too many autopsies to want to read about them either.

i think Ava reads VERY widely. she loves reading plays & acting them out in the apartment. she has her own little library on the OCS extranet too, & she downloads all of Shakespeare’s stuff & puzzles through it and googles stuff but the pentameter makes sense to her & she loves sometimes how initially inaccessible it is to her because it feels good to unearth the meaning.

her favourite plays are Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf and sadly Beatrice does persuade her to read Waiting for Godot and she does kind of think it’s good.

Ava is the one who likes reading fantasy books. she adores The Hobbit & this somehow leads to her finding the ‘legless lego legolas’ post & she spends a whole afternoon laughing randomly until Beatrice finally gives in to her curiosity and she is just ‘…. oh, Ava’ when she reads the crappy screenshot version of it that Ava shows her.

my girl Ava obviously loses it a bit over the Frodo/Sam dynamic in lotr (she likes to perform the travelling songs ofc. Ava is like repressed theatre kid energy fr) & Beatrice (happily) listens to her talk about Frodo and Sam for a whole half hour one evening while she chops vegetables.

Ava just really likes adventure stories & stories where characters are thrown together on a quest and become friends.

she’s obviously embarrassingly a sucker for the friends-to-lovers trope in fiction, but she also just enjoys stories about friendship because she’s had so few experiences of that in her life. she has  Beatrice and she kind of has Cam & everyone else doesn’t feel like a friend, exactly. Ava reads the Red Sister trilogy by Mark Lawrence and vibes so much with Nona Grey because of her wild and speechless loyalty to her friends (& yeah, the Sister Apple & Sister Kettle romance and the start of book 2 made her extremely giggly).

she also loves The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin bc the thing at the start of the book that goes “for all those who have to fight for the respect that everyone else is given without question” - Ava FELT that. & just the parallels for her in that book were very powerful. plus plate tectonics magic slaps.

& yeah, Ava is really interested in magic systems. she likes what they reveal about the worlds they exist in, and how they shape the narrative, and also just the rlly cool ones & the weird cheeky thrill of being like ‘….welp, i can do that too actually.’

Ava also really loves fiction with interesting characters and great dialogue and she loves description and colour and everything that pours life into art.

i’d say there isn’t much that Ava doesn’t like, but she isn’t huge into non-fiction because she MUCH prefers to just pester Beatrice about it, & have her voice explain things, and add her own little corrections and opinions with her cute smart smirk. and Ava thinks it is good for Beatrice to express her opinions on things.

she likes how Bea looks when she is Thinking and Processing, and also the excitement in her hands when she explains astrophysics or shows Ava a picture of a spider or tells her about obscure bits of architectural history, the banking system in Florence under the Medici, and all the knowledge she has been muffling with prayer.

Ava thinks that it is H O T but also important and Beatrice looks so free to her, and so good, when she is speaking on some subject with her eyes drifting freely around the room, always coming back to Ava, to her eyes, making sure she is still interested because Beatrice has been ignored so often, and stifled so often, but when she looks back Ava is always watching, and always listening.

so yeah! the girlies like to read & are very smart & i love them every day.

[luckydragon10]

Hello Nemi! *throws heart confetti on the floor*

THE SHIP HAS HAPPENED, WE GOT KISSES HELL YEAH

Oh my god so much happened this chapter I am so well fed ejzjsjdn

So first of all - more jealous Kinn and I indeed snorted it like cocaine

Tay and Kinn affectionately bullying Porsche and Porsche getting all the dirt from Kinn's youth from Tay? *chief kiss*

Oh OH THE BATHROOM SCENE I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE FROM SQUEALING LIKE AHHH

But also the angst was delicious, I love how you give Tay space to still deal with the impact Time left, like just because we are moving onto the romantic arc with Kinn and Porsche now even deeper then ever Tay still is haunted by what Time does and it still dictates a lot of his thoughts and decisions and idk, I just appreciate it

Also I love how you always describe Kinn's and Porsche's love

Porsche and Tay gossiping together is my favorite headcanon and kisses to you for including it

Porsche being sort of Kinn's handler and meditator - very funny and I love it but also my poor bean Kinn

Kinn loving Tay for such a long time - just break my heart why don't you? The line about him regretting that he didn't go to him after that first breakup? Uh straight to the heart, I'm crying clutching the phone in my arms, cradling it like one would a baby (also i saw something abt something from Kinn's perspective?? I cannot wait untill this angst hits me when you decide to post it 👀👀)

Also ahh the description of Kinn's love hitting Tay - so good, reread it like four times already, can't get enough of it and AHHH Porsche's "you're so easy to fall for" chewing on wood, batshit crazy

Kinn hugging Tay and not letting go so Porsche needs to kiss him over Kinn? Idk just a nice image that warms my heart

Ah ah and the deal making! That was so funny and as Porsche said "rich people" i was like "nerds" very affectionately and I would only like to say that you are included for that statement, Nemi you little adorable nerd

Anyway thank you so much for writing the chapter - I loved it! See you on the next one hahaha

Have a good day/night Nemi 💕💞

WE HAVE A SHIP! \o/ Long may it sail!

There can never be too much possessive Kinn, at least not in my books. And as long as he's demonstrating claim and not actually being controlling, I will roll in it like catnip. 😍

And look, there is just gonna be so much loving bullying going on in this ship, it's ridiculous. Outsiders will look at it and ask "how does that even work?" but after watching the dynamic for a few days, they slowly catch on.

But also the angst was delicious, I love how you give Tay space to still deal with the impact Time left, (...)

Look, look, about Tay and the impact that Time left, I just started thinking about it and there were so many potential ramifications that it hurt my heart. What does it mean to love someone like that for so long? To stick with them when they never really quite love you back the way you need? When I explored it, I just thought "oh, that would impact self-esteem in a big way, obviously."

One thing I also wanted to get across is that the relationship between each of them is very, very different. Kinn and Porsche sort of always have this power struggle going on, and it's INTENSE. They burn so brightly. And between Kinn and Tay there's soooo much history and things left unsaid and longing on Kinn's part and longing-mixed-with-self-doubt on Tay's, and again, it's INTENSE, but in a very different flavor, more classic romantic/yearning. Meanwhile, between Porsche and Tay? It's just so deliciously easy, calm and soothing, a friendship-love that's a balm to both their hearts, something that for once in their lives isn't a struggle.

^_^ It makes me haaaapppyyyy.

Kinn hugging Tay and not letting go so Porsche needs to kiss him over Kinn? Idk just a nice image that warms my heart

Kinn being a big, stubborn baby is also one of my favorite things.

So, Dom, are you ready for tomorrow? ARE YOU READY FOR THE LAST CHAPTER?

(Well, last chapter of this fic, but more ficlets to come in the future as part of the series. 😏)

[angrelysimpping]

i am the cliche god and i propose: actual cat bailey. bailey being turned into a cat because he pissed off a witch on halloween and now he’s a feral stinky little beast and to top it all off, he’s ugly and mangled like the bastard he is. kids see him and run screaming. or even worse, they try and taunt him by throwing rocks and sticks at him. he learns how to be a lean and mean cat ASAP, but little does he expect you. It’s raining and you’re on your way back from school when you see this mangy ass little rotten bastard with a broken leg yowling at some bullies who are cornering him. Of course you beat the bullies up, you’re a certified badass. And you look at this ugly ass cat and go “god you’re ugly”. But you’re swooping it up and cradling it to your chest even as it tries to slice you into ribbons. “what bailey doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” as you sneak him into your room, and he’s still singing the song of his people, loud and annoyed. Cat Bailey doesn’t know this but you’re already in goddamn love with this shit ass ugly cat and YES you’re nursing it back to health YES you’re taking it to class and petting it the whole damn time and YES you two are wearing matching outfits. Cat Bailey won’t know what hit him.

You do not know how big I smiled when I saw this holy shit

The most stinky bastard cat.

Hisses whenever he sees you and tries to run out the door. Fucked up Kylar once when they tried to break in.

You swear the mangy thing understands you when it goes ballistic because you mentioned to Robin how you're looking into getting him fixed.

Find him absolutely zoinked on catnip, unable to move.

Pick him up by the scruff of his neck and he'll fucking lose it once you set him down.

Pissed as hell if you're spending money on him. Getting him fancy cat food, a collar with a bell, a bunch of soft blankets and pillows specifically for him, special cat treats. Like, it's nice, but where the fuck are you getting all this money?

If you say "I'm off to work. I do this for you. You're the only reason I go to work, to buy you fancy treats." He'll be fuming.

Name him Bailey as a joke and he might piss in your shoes.

Wakes you up by kneading your chest with his claws.

How he turns back:

True love's kiss~

He's fucked.

He won't let anyone near him if he can help it.

You end up catching Bailey napping on your bed, and you're stealthy enough to pop a quick kiss on his head.

All you expect is for the ugly stray to wake up and hiss at you, as he always does.

Instead, your room is enveloped in a blinding blue light.

When the light fades, when you blink the spots from your vision, there's a very annoyed Bailey glaring at you from your bed. Naked.

Well, almost naked. Whatever magic he was under let the collar you got him to resize so he wouldn't get choked.

It's a timed thing

And of course, with Bailey's piss poor luck, he turns back into a human when he's sitting in your lap.

He had finally given up and allowed you to hold him. Had started to purr, to his dismay. It's so quiet that you feel it more than hear it.

Now he's a human again and sitting on top of you.

Immediately starts threatening you to never speak of this.

Bonus points if he's now a cat person

[vigilantetendencies]

Pspspspsps

Hero with cat powers and a villain who loves cats.

“You have a tail,” he squeaked, eyes so wide that they might have popped out of his head. Bengal stepped backward, glaring.

He was still wearing boxers, but they didn’t exactly have enough room for him to tuck the tail away like his hero suit did.

“Yeah, cat powers. I have cat things. I think we’ve been through this- Don’t come closer!” Bengal pulled out the claws again, stopping Volt as he stepped forward.

Volt and Bengal weren't strangers; Bengal had been a new hire at the hero agency when Volt first began to terrorize the town and thus the two had been pitted against each other from the get go. 

They'd battled multiple times, Bengal more often than not failing due to his clumsiness. Volt adored him, however. He adored the quips, Bengal's snarky attitude, and his body was rather nice to look at. Bengal's hero suit was bland and tight, leaving little to Volt's imagination as he threw him and zapped him. How many times had he invited Bengal over now to try and cop a feel? 

Invited was perhaps the wrong word- How many times had he tried to force Bengal to come to his lair? And now...He couldn't believe his eyes; There he was, Bengal! The hero!! In his lair!!! What a moment! And Volt was not going to let it go to waste.

"How does it feel to be the very first hero to see my place?" Volt asked, rising from his throne and gesturing grandly.

All he could see with Bengal's annoying helmet being on was his mouth, pulled down into frown.

"Shitty," Bengal responded dully, standing before the throne with his hands bound behind his back. "Can I go home now?"

"Before you've seen the break room and the had martinis in the hot tub? No way!" Bengal stiffened.

"Hot tub?"

"Yeah!" Volt strode up to Bengal and paced around him, cape flowing behind him. He liked to be able to take his time and really inspect Bengal; He really had no idea what his powers were or, honestly, what use he was to the agency at all. That and...maybe he liked to look at his butt.

Just a little.

"No. No way, I'm not having martinis with you and I'm not going in your hot tub." Volt was surprised when Bengal was suddenly free of his binds, narrowly avoiding a punch to his face.

"C'mon, Bengal!" He shot electricity at the hero who dodged and climbed up one of the walls with ease.

"Nope," he called down, climbing until he got to a landing area up above. Volt huffed, not liking his answer, and threw a ball of electricity into part of the landing. Bengal yelped as the floor gave out beneath him and he fell face first onto the ground next to Volt, groaning.

Volt took a moment to mourn the broken balcony, but it would be easy enough to fix. Losing his favorite hero was not his favorite option.

"Your name is Bengal. Shouldn't you like...land on your feet or something?" He asked, squatting down next to the hero and poking his helmet. He ignored Bengal gasping for air (the force of his fall knocking it out of him) in favor of rolling him onto his back. "Why would the agency give you that name if you're this clumsy?"

Bengal swallowed and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, I don't know. You're right," he agreed, trying to get to his feet. He got as far as his knees before Volt knocked him backward harshly. The helmet clanged against the floor, jarring slightly and cracking from the earlier impact.

"Here, kitty, kitty~" Volt whispered suddenly, making Bengal look his way- and then his helmet was torn off.

"Oh my god!" Volt held the helmet up as if it were a trophy, looking down at Bengal with a large grin. He could see his face, a nice tan tone to his skin, his hair- black and brown and the strangest patterns in the curly mess.

But what really got him was the ears.

Two large cat ears were standing at attention on his head, green eyes wide and revealing slitted pupils as he began to panic.

"What are you doing!? You are crossing a line-!!" He screeched, scrambling to grab the helmet back. Volt jammed his hand against Bengal's forehead, shoving him back down while his ears flattened.

"You dirty little liar, I knew it!" Bengal withdrew his hand for a moment, fingertips exposed out of the tops of his gloves. Claws protruded from them suddenly, making Volt giddy. "The fingerless gloves make so much more sense now! They were a choice, but at least they were a functional choice!" He didn't register the implication before the claws slashed at him, four scratches on his arm and suit torn. He dropped the helmet in his pain and Bengal shoved him off, rolling over and scrambling to grab the helmet.

He succeeded, though a foot came down on his wrist and pressed into it painfully.

"It's about time!" Volt huffed, cradling his bleeding arm as he looked at the henchman who was pinning Bengal with their foot.

"Apologies, sir."

"Send gauze to my room and take Fluffy to the holding cell."

"You are dead," Bengal promised, glaring at Volt as he walked past them and picked up the helmet. Volt only smirked back at him, waggling his fingers and exiting the room.

"No, I'm the proud new owner of a sweet little kitty cat," Volt corrected gleefully. "And he better behave if he knows what's good for him."

Bengal looked up from his spot on the floor, baring his teeth as the henchmen slapped cuffs on him and picked him up by the back of his hero suit to drag him off.

Bengal escaped, without his helmet, and went straight home with to pout in the bathroom mirror. It was embarrassing being...this. The agency wanted to capitalize on his feline parts but he hated them- His hero suit was designed to hide every part of him that resembled a cat because he asked for it to be that way. If Volt started telling others then what would happen? Calls of, “Here kitty, kitty,” and quips like, “cat got your tongue?” would never end.

Never!

He solemnly sent the agency a request for a new helmet along with the information that his face had been revealed before he climbed into the overly plush bed in his room, curling up and closing his eyes.

The next time he saw Volt he was ready to knock the daylights out of him, still stumbling with nearly every punch.

“So it’s just the ears, huh?” Volt slammed Bengal down, snickering as he watched his slightly feline friend adjust his helmet quickly.

“You’re such an ass hole,” Bengal told him, trying to get to his feet before Volt kicked him in the side.

“I’ll take that as… a no,” Volt decided, watching as Bengal rolled from the force of the impact and hit the tire of a car. He dug into the pocket of his suit, trying to hide something from Bengal as he stood up. He lunged at him, yanking off the helmet and cupping his hand over his face.

Bengal struggled harshly, claws coming out as he grabbed at Volt’s hands and arms, scratching and scratching and scratching and- Something was in Volt’s hand and-...

Bengal slumped in Volt’s arms, eyes half lidded as his tongue lapped against the inside of Volt’s hand.

Catnip.

“Holy shit it worked,” Volt whispered in amazement, beaming as he lowered Bengal to the ground. He was so docile! So...not trying to kill Volt. And as mentioned once before, Volt did not waste opportunities. He gently tangled his fingers into the man’s soft hair, scratching at the base of his ear experimentally and, sure enough, Bengal pressed the side of his head to Volt’s hand.

Then, like something scared him, he perked up and smacked at Volt’s hand, falling onto the ground in an attempt to get away from his touch.

“What is wrong with you!?” He yelled, face redder than last time. He looked at his arms and saw that some of the catnip bits had fallen there and, without hesitation, began to lick them off.

“I reallllllllly like cats,” Volt informed him, looking like a child on Christmas. “I don’t even care about the bomb anymore, the detonation code is 1337, I just-” Volt reached for Bengal’s ears again which only made him hiss and back away, realizing that he was licking himself in front of his nemesis- And anyone could see them here! They weren’t exactly hidden.

“I don’t like you, okay!?” Bengal got to his feet, wobbling a little. “So stop bothering me!”

Bengal grabbed up his helmet and sprinted off, climbing over garbage cans and cars to escape Volt.

“Gauze, sir?” Someone asked over his headset. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think he’d let you down so harshly-”

“Are you kidding? All cats are like that. You just gotta reel them in.” Volt stood and tucked the pouch of catnip back into his suit. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, gauze would be nice.”

There was no fighting today.

He had gotten himself all ready to go, hero suit and new helmet (with locking buckles) on, when he got the message from the agency.

[Bengal, we need to review your employment with us. For the time being you are on suspension. You will be paid for your time, imagine it like a vacation!]

He glared at his phone. A vacation? A vacation that was going to end in his termination, probably.

He threw the helmet onto his bed and moped about the message until he felt about as numb to it as he could feel. He was so distracted being angry at the agency that he didn’t notice the shape outside his window, stripping the tight top of the suit off and stretching before he started peeling off the bottom.

The window opened and he whipped around, hissing at it and letting go of the pants of the suit to use his claws.

“Whoa! Hey, easy!” It was Volt.

Of course.

He slid inside and stood near the window.

“Where have you been!? I didn’t ask to fight Echo, do you know how hard it is to fight a guy who sees, like, everything!?”

“He’s blind,” Bengal deadpanned, and Volt gestured wildly.

“DO YOU SEE WHY THAT’S AN ISSUE FOR ME!? No one told me and-” He huffed.

“Sorry that I was the perfect disappointment,” Bengal muttered, turning around and stripping off the rest of the suit. “The agency is reviewing my employment. Probably because I keep losing to you. So you better get used to Echo, Kuso, and Jumper.”

Volt didn’t respond and Bengal thought for a brief moment that he had crawled back out the window. He turned around and found Volt looking somehow happier than he had over the last few fights.

“You have a tail,” he squeaked, eyes so wide that they might have popped out of his head. Bengal stepped backward, glaring.

He was still wearing boxers, but they didn’t exactly have enough room for him to tuck the tail away like his hero suit did.

“Yeah, cat powers. I have cat things. I think we’ve been through this- Don’t come closer!” Bengal pulled out the claws again, stopping Volt as he stepped forward.

“Can I touch it!?”

“No! No you can’t touch it! Get out of-” Bengal watched Volt dig into the same pocket as last time and hissed loudly. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

Volt grinned and ran at Bengal, ignoring his hisses and screeches while he chased him out of the room and through his apartment.

“Hereeee kitty, kitty!” He chased him to the balcony, watching as Bengal climbed up on it and balanced without issue. “Your tail! That’s why you’re such a grade A klutz!” Volt smacked himself on the head. “Duh! Man, I can’t believe I didn’t think about that!”

“Why do you care!?” Bengal looked honestly upset, and that immediately put Volt off. He lowered his hands.

“What do you-”

“Are you going to go and tell all of the other villains? ‘Just bring catnip and he’ll be distracted long enough for you to kill him,’ or grab my tail and pull and it’ll really fucking hurt-”

“Why would I tell anyone any of that?” Volt raised a brow. “The only thing people talk about is how off balance you are, you know.” Bengal seemed to calm down, crouching on the railing.

“Just..leave,” He muttered, and Volt gestured for Bengal to come down, showing that his hands were free of catnip.

“Walk me out?”

“Fine,” Bengal huffed, slipping off of the railing and walking back to the bedroom. There was a moment where he truly believed that Volt was trying to give him time alone- And then he yanked backwards, Volt sitting on his bed and pulling him into his lap.

“You son of a-” Volt grinned at him as he began to scratch just above Bengal's tail. He held back a delighted squeal as Bengal leaned into him and purred.

"I’m going to kill you," Bengal mumbled into his neck, kneading his fingers into his shoulders.

"You have to keep your job, first.” Volt ran his hand up Bengal’s tail, feeling him shudder. “Or you could come have martinis in my hot tub, the invitation’s still open.” A pause. “Am I just not inviting you right?” He leaned closer to the ears on Bengals head, watching them twitch in irritation. “Pspspsps?”

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[searenbound]

HELLLLLO I’ve wanting to ask you for a long time on if you can do a omega Bakugou with alpha reader where he feels insecure that alpha loving him and if stills even alpha still loving him so I was just wondering if you can possibly do Comfort for baby that Alpha still loves him maybe he’s just a tad bit jealous but if you will be so kind to write this thank you but I never force anything on upon anyone so it be ok if you didn’t write it. ( hope this isn’t to much I just got so exited)

Jealous baby, jealous baby, jealous baby! God I love writing jealousy, it’s so much fun and with acbrat like Bakugou it’s even better

Warnings: swearing, insecurities, jealousy, omegaverse

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

When someone thought about the term Alpha their was an image that would come to mind. Someone aggressive and strong. A bold personality with a territorial need to be above anyone else in their pack. Confident and cocky.

Someone like Katsuki Bakugou.

However, when you looked to Omegas it was like the opposite side of the coin. Sweet and demure. Someone who found purpose in taking care of others especially their mate and pups if they had. A calming personality that would put anyone at ease.

Someone nothing like him.

And yet, here he was. A surly aggressive man who happened to be an Omega. Every bit of his personality was in contribution to how Omegas were seen and he hadn’t had any problems with it before. He was even proud of it.

It only added to his ego to see others, especially Alphas, chock on their dammed words when he showed them up. Loved how intimidated of him they were. How easy it was to stomp all over their ideas of what an Omega was.

He found the sneered responses of jaded Alphas with their bruised feelings and pride hilarious. It didn’t matter to him if they said he’d never find an Alpha if kept acting like that. He hadn’t even cared about courtship in the first place and if he did find someone that was worth it, then they wouldn’t care about him having an attitude.

Right?

He assumed so, but he never really gave it thought. He hadn’t had any reason to so why bother?

(Yn) (Ln) was why.

She had managed to do the one thing other Alphas hadn’t.

Actually respect him and treat him like an equal. She didn’t try to put him in his place as an Omega, but never hesitated to call him out on his behavior. Wouldn’t let anyone else say anything negative about his dynamic either, pointing out that they just like little crybabies pups that felt uncomfortable about being shown up by an Omega and it wasn’t his job to make them feel comfortable about anything. Most importantly to him, she encouraged him to be him and no one else.

It didn’t seem to matter to her if he wanted to take the lead on certain things in their relationship. Just that he was comfortable and and happy in it. Taming him was the last thing on her mind and it amazed him how she singlehandedly changed his mind about courting.

He was sure that despite his younger self’s beliefs that he didn’t need an Alpha that he needs her. So, he shouldn’t feel like this should he?

Shouldn’t feel a burning lump stuck in his chest or the heat creeping its way up his throat. Leaving it feeling dry and tight with a bitter acidic taste stinging in the back of his mouth.

He was happy being with her, but was she? Did she really love him or had she just thought so and now felt trapped? Was he a regret to her? Was all those things about him being too aggressive for an Alpha to truly love actually right?

Did she want someone softer than him?

A person like her tends to attract a lot of friends. An Alpha like her was like catnip for an Omega. He knew that at least one of them had to have feelings for her, but he hadn’t thought about it much. She was loyal to him after all.

But recently, the more time she spends with those cutesy little Omegas friends she has the more he couldn’t stand it. It made him wonder if he was even good enough for her.

And naturally, Bakugou being Bakugou. He avoided her and refused to admit something was wrong. No it didn’t matter that he smelled of badly burned caramel and was obviously distraught, he refused anything was wrong. Refused to talk about it just in case he got an answer he wasn’t ready to handle.

(Yn) couldn’t take it anymore though. Her Omega was hurting and it was her duty to at least try to fix it wasn’t it?

“D-did I do something wrong Tsuki? I’m sorry if I made you mad, but I can’t fix it if you don’t talk to me so please?” she spoke in a coo, pumping out as much comfort pheromones as she could, taking note of the soft purring that he tried to hide. That had to be a good sign right?

“I’m not… I just…just. Why the hell do you even care? Don’t you have someone else to go bother for the day instead of me” he felt stupid trying to explain himself. Wasn’t sure if he was even ready to talk about it. So he tried to deflect and brush her off, hoping she’d just drop.

A stubborn person like him doesn’t attract a pushover though. She’s long sense learned to read between the lines of his words and had a suspicion she knew what this was about now.

“Katsuki, Omega can you look at me? Please, Love?” she purred at him, taking his hands in hers when he reluctantly did. “I love you and no one else ok? I’m sorry I made you feel like I wanted someone else” just like that burning weight started to cool and lessen.

“Whatever it’s fine, just don’t make me worry like that” he huffed trying to turn away to hide the pout he was sure had formed on his face only to have her hands cradling his cheeks. “It’s not fine! You were upset about it and didn’t feel comfortable telling me! That’s not fine Katsuki, I want you to feel like you can tell me anything so please if I do something that upsets you, even if it’s small, tell me so I can fix it”.

“Fine, but you better do the same got it!” He snapped and she sighed, agree with a smile. She knew he was reaching his limit for talking about emotions and she didn’t want to push to far so for now she was happy with just addressing the need for communication.

They could talk about more when he felt better prepared and calmer. At the moment she just wanted her Omega to feel secure in the fact she loves him dearly. “Can you scent me? That way I’ll smell just like you and-whoa!” she didn’t even get to finish her sentence before he dragged her into his nest.

It was incredibly rare for an Alpha to allow their mate to scent them the same way they would scent others. Normally it was just an Omega rubbing their wrist over them or returning clothes they wore, but almost never scenting them to the degree that they practically only smelled of their mate.

He wasn’t letting this pass him.

“You’re excited, huh?“ (Yn) giggled as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and pulling her snug against him. A weak hiss, that definitely couldn’t be mistaken for a purr, was his only response as he began to lavish her neck in attention. Pressing his cheek against like she done to him so many times before and taking the opportunity to kiss and nip at her scent glands when she let him get away with it. Only stopping once he was satisfied that she smelled strongly like him.

She had gotten so into it that almost whined about it until his lips were on hers. Surprisingly soft and tender. Like it was the first time they had kissed all over again.

“Don’t ever let any one else do that or else” he sighed when they broke away.

“I would rather die then let someone take your place ‘Mega, I love you”.

“You fucking better”.

“Katsuki”.

“I love you too”.

[bittykimmy13]

Cat’s Out of the Bag (GT)

In which Ben and Lee discover one of Delilah's more unexpected abilities.

Characters belong to me and the lovely @marydublin5​ / @little-miss-maggie​ (who created the header image) <3

Warning: Blood

“Hey, slow down—you don’t look so good.” Lee tried to get a closer look at the slash on Delilah’s shoulder, but she twisted away and gave him a coy smile.

“Aw, you’re worried about me? Blood warlocks tend to lash out when you rob them. It comes with the territory.” She stepped back on the dark sidewalk, admiring the gold amulet she had snatched. “I appreciate the help. Give me a call when you need me to return the favor.” Her playfully businesslike tone was strained.

Lee caught up and blocked her path. “As hot as this whole tough-girl thing is, at least stop by the hotel. Ben can heal that.”

“You and I both know that Ben doesn’t want anything to do with me. It’s no big deal, Lee. Why stress him out?” She peeked down at her wound, and her breath caught. Her sea-blue eyes flashed at Lee in warning. “Just go. I’ll take care of it.”

“Whatever you say.” Lee raised his hands in surrender and let her walk off.

He didn’t know what her plan was. She had to be miles away from wherever she was staying, and this quiet slice of suburbia didn’t have any taxis crawling around. If anything, someone was more likely to call the cops if they saw her staggering through the neighborhood at three in the morning, covered in blood.

He couldn’t help himself—he looked back. And she was nowhere to be seen.

“Delilah?”

Maybe she had done some kind of magic to spirit herself away. He didn’t know the extent of her powers, after all.

Two houses down in the direction she had fled, a flicker of movement caught his eye near the edge of a lawn. The streetlight barely illuminated it—a fluffy white cat.

Lee almost wrote it off and turned back around, but then he saw the cat was staggering with a peculiar, defeated gait. He stared for a moment, frozen as a ridiculous thought took hold of him. But considering Delilah was a witch, maybe it wasn’t that ridiculous.

“Hey,” he called out to the cat. “... Delilah?”

The cat paused and looked over its shoulder. Its eyes narrowed in a distinctly human-like way, and it took off at a foster trot away from him.

“Hang on!” He jogged to catch up.

As he closed in, the cat turned around and hissed. It took slow steps back, scowling. Under the streetlight, those sea-blue eyes were unmistakable.

Pushing a hand through his hair, Lee tried to get his bearings as he processed what he was seeing. “Okay, I… I’ve seen Ben make ghosts out of thin air. I can handle this, just give me a second. You’re… a cat?”

Delilah the cat rolled her eyes as if to say “Duh” and started to turn away. The way she limped brought his thoughts back into focus.

“Wait! You’re not gonna trot your way downtown. Come with me. This is weird as fuck, but… you’re hurt. Come on.” Despite her injury, she still managed to flick her tail imperiously as she walked away, ignoring him. “What if I told you I have a can of tuna in the car? Catnip?”

She paused to glare at him, then took off at a quicker pace. It didn’t last long. She staggered severely and came to a stop at the end of the sidewalk, hanging her head. Lee approached with slow steps and dropped to a crouch behind her.

He reached a hesitant hand to brush his fingertips on her back. “Del—”

She whirled and bit him. Shouting, he snatched his hand back. Delilah’s fur stood on end. Her wide stance warned that she was ready to strike again. As she growled, Lee spotted a patch of red staining the white fur on her front. Even in a different form, her wound had transferred.

The longer he observed her eyes, the less it seemed like anger and more like… “You don’t have to be scared of me.” He took a chance and smiled—the kind of smile that usually got him his way. “Have I ever mentioned I love cats? Come on, I just want to help.”

Delilah stayed coiled with tension for a few more moments. Gradually, she seemed too weak to stay on guard. She took a seat on the sidewalk, her tail wrapping around her legs. She dropped her gaze to the pavement and gave something of a sigh. She nodded with visible reluctance.

“Great,” he sighed.

He reached out with both hands, feeling awkward as he closed the distance. The number of times he had picked up Ben only prepared him marginally for this moment. As Lee’s hands approached, Delilah bumped her nose against the spot she had bitten him. She gave him a meaningful look.

Sorry.

“Don’t sweat it. Obviously, you like me too much to actually break skin.”

Carefully, he scooped her into his arms. She squirmed around as he stood, trying to find a comfortable position. When she settled, he became aware of the warm spot of blood in her fur. Her breathing was uneven.

“Let’s get you outta here.”

It was a few blocks down to his car, but it felt much longer than that. He adjusted Delilah to one arm as he searched for his keys.

“You know, I can deal with cat blood and fur on my suit, but if you get a single claw in my seats, I’m dropping you off at the shelter.”

He thought he might get another bite for that, but she meowed innocently instead. The sound made him pause. It was adorable, but he didn’t let her know that. He would get clawed up instead of the seats.

He ducked to sit behind the steering wheel, and Delilah wasted no time in hopping out of his arms. She claimed the passenger seat, laying down with a huff and curling into herself.

Lee dug out his phone and dialed the burner number he had left in the hotel room. Ben must have been waiting right beside it, because it only rang once.

“Are you okay?” Ben blurted in greeting. “It’s been—”

“I know, I know. Got held up, but I’m fine. Mostly. Cat bit me.”

“Cat?”

Lee glanced at the passenger seat, where Delilah waited as primly as her injury would allow. “On a completely unrelated note,” Lee went on. “Can you heal cats?”

Luckily, the hotel’s front desk clerk was too occupied with an unhappy guest to notice Lee sneaking a cat through the lobby. He kept Delilah tucked under his arm, hiding as much as he could while walking with casual confidence. It was a good thing her petiteness as a human translated into cat form.

When the elevator doors safely closed them away from prying eyes, he cradled her in both arms again and looked down at her.

“How are you holding up?” he asked, resisting the urge to stroke her.

She cocked her gaze up at him and twitched her shoulders up in what he assumed was a shrug. She dropped her head against his upper arm, feeling limper than she had earlier.

He took a chance and ran his hand down her back encouragingly. “Just hang on—we’re almost there.”

The elevator came to a stop, and she hurried for his and Ben’s room, locking the door behind him. As he strode inside, he spotted Ben hovering in the common area.

“Come on, I’ll put her here.” Lee gingerly set Delilah on the couch. She promptly laid down. When he turned around, however, Ben was still hovering in the same spot and looking rather pale. Lee frowned and beckoned impatiently. “What are you waiting for, Benny?”

“I’m just… are you sure that’s Delilah and not some random cat you pick up off the street?”

Lee scoffed in disbelief. “Yes, this is Delilah. Unless I’ve gone crazy—”

“Which is always a possibility.”

Delilah gave a snort that was likely meant to be a laugh. As Lee and Ben turned to her, she crossed her front paws and held her head higher, distinct intelligence shining in her eyes. All very Delilah-like.

“You see?” Lee insisted. “Have you ever seen a cat look so smug?”

“I make it a point not to look at cats for too long.” Nonetheless, Ben tentatively flew a bit lower before shooting Lee another uncertain look. “You said she bit you…”

“Even more proof that it’s her, if you ask me.”

Delilah mewled in agreement. Then her demure posture wavered. She laid down on her side and looked up at Ben pleadingly, exposing her wound in full view. Sighing, Ben finally caved and flew down. It was clear he was stuffing down a world of anxiety to even get close. But despite his misgivings about Delilah, Lee couldn’t see him turning away to let her suffer.

Lee knelt by the couch as Ben landed a short distance from Delilah. She laid perfectly still, the only movement coming from her eyes as she watched Ben approach. His steps slowed the closer he got, and she began to make a low noise. For a second, Lee thought she was growling again. But no. She was purring.

Horrible injury aside, Lee had to bite his lip to stifle an endeared smile as Ben finally closed the distance to reach out and heal her. She watched with a calm expression even as it took Ben a few times to stammer out the healing incantation correctly. Light bloomed from his palm and transferred onto the wound. As the magic did its work, Delilah closed her eyes serenely and sighed.

When the spell was complete, Delilah raised her head and lightly licked Ben’s hand before he could pull it away. He flinched and took an abrupt step back, but he stayed put long enough to mutter, “You’re welcome.”

After Ben flitted back into the air, Delilah tried to stand, but she promptly fell back onto her side. She huffed and wouldn’t quite look at Lee as he knelt over her with concern.

“Stay the night,” he told her. “And I don’t give me that look—I know what it feels like to have an intense healing like that. You need to rest.”

She didn’t try to get up again, but she did sulk at him with heavy eyelids.

“What happened out there?” Ben asked Lee as he stood. “Is this some kind of curse?”

“I don’t think so. She seems… used to this. Like this is normal for her.” He looked to Delilah for confirmation, and she nodded sleepily, putting her head down after. “She got hurt while stealing back an artifact that some wizard guys took from her. She got a nasty cut while she was at it, and suddenly she was a cat.”

“Some witches can shapeshift,” Ben admitted, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. “I’ll tell you what, I’m drawing the line if you ever try to bring me some owl-shifted witch for me to heal.”

Lee grinned. “Aw, as if you could ever say no to me, Benny.”

Ben gave him a flat look and flew off to the kitchen. Feeling they both deserved a strong drink, Lee planned to join him. But when he looked back at the couch, he gave a start. The cat was gone. Delilah, in human form, was curled up on her side, eyes shut. The amulet she’d taken was still clutched loosely in her hand.

Lee stepped into the bedroom to grab the comforter and pillow from his bed. He approached her with quiet steps, guilty at the thought of disturbing her when she looked so peaceful. He gently lifted her head and slid the pillow underneath. She drew in a deep breath and rubbed the side of her face into the plush surface.

With as much care as he could manage, he draped the comforter over her. She didn’t budge. He had never seen her look so vulnerable. Normally, she was all smirks and cool determination. But he supposed he must have earned a little bit more of her trust that night.

[punchdrunkdoc]

Updated K-drama list (4)

This list is getting looooong,  because I’m well and truly addicted to these shows and can’t stop watching them. 

I think its because each show is so self-contained - one series, 16-20 episodes and its done. A clear beginning, middle and a satisfying end. That, together with all the tropes in play (SO MANY TROPES!!) makes each show feel like a novel come to life. And when I start a good novel, I have to finish it in one go. This usually results in me staying up till 2am because I NEED TO KNOW HOW IT ENDS. And it’s the same with these shows. I’m getting very little sleep, but I’m having a hell of a good time!

FAVOURITES

1. Crash Landing on You

He’s from North Korea. She’s from South Korea. They never should have met, but they’ll change each other’s lives.

This was my first K-drama, and its still my favourite. The full cast of characters is great, the lead romance is ANGSTALICIOUS and its genuinely, laugh out loud funny (when its not making you cry or swoon).

Male lead: Officially the best boyfriend ever. With added dimples.

Tear-jerk factor: 4/5

2. Healer

The lives, and pasts, of a hot shot reporter, a spunky young tabloid journalist and a mysterious thief-for-hire intersect.

This was so addictive - the plot was tight and engaging, and this is one of the few shows I’ve watched where there didn’t seem to be a lot of filler. I loved the central 3 characters, and the romance was amazing. I especially loved that the male lead started off such a brooding loner, but he became super-affectionate as soon as he admitted his feelings. So many good hugs and lots of face-cradling in this one.

Male lead: Effortlessly beats up 2 henchmen while comforting his girl over the phone. What more do you need?

Tear-jerk factor: 1/5

3. Itaewon Class

A young man’s life is forever altered when he runs afoul of a powerful family.

This felt like a big step up in quality from everything else in this list, in terms of the production, soundtrack (which was brilliant), the lack of annoying sound effects, and just the overall ‘real world’ feel of the show. All of the characters were fleshed out and 3-dimensional, and they all had their ‘moment’ to shine. The story itself was gripping and so well done - some of the twists and reveals had me gasping! And what can I say about the 2 leads? I love them, both separately, and together. He is so wise beyond his years, and his journey will break your heart and inspire you. She is borderline sociopathic, but I adore her.

Male lead: Tenacious, principled, kind, innocent, caring, driven, loyal…and he can cook!

Tear-jerk factor: 2/5

4. Descendants of the Sun

A special forces Captain meets a capable and beautiful trauma surgeon. They feel an instant bond, but their jobs and philosophy on life get in the way, threatening to tear them apart.

Halfway through this show, I seriously thought this might overtake CLOY as my No. 1 fav. I absolutely LOVE the male lead character, and the romance was beautiful…but it didn’t quite nail the angst and the last minute was a bit twee which dropped it down the rankings a bit.

Male lead: A cocky, charming, absolute BADASS with the most adorable, cheeky smile.

Tear-jerk factor: 2/5

5. Love in the Moonlight / Moonlight Drawn by Clouds

A young woman poses as a eunuch in the Royal Palace and falls in love with the Crown Prince

I wanted to try something different so I opted for this period piece and OH MY GOD am I glad I did. The start had a really light comedic tone (and a lot of modern anachronisms - high fives everywhere!) and I loved all the identity-concealing hi-jinks. But then the romance kicked into gear and the DELICIOUS angst started flowing, and I became obsessed with it. It's like loads of bits of my favourite regency historical romances were mashed up and transported to the Joseon Dynasty. I loved it so much!

Male lead: Manages to look amazingly handsome despite all the period headgear, kicks ass with a sword, and doesn't allow himself to be manipulated by the corrupt officials surrounding him, which was refreshing. Also acts like an adorable goofball when he's in love.

Tear-jerk factor: 2/5

6. My Holo Love

A lonely woman falls for a holographic AI and then meets his creator...

I love the concept of this show (I’m a big sci-fi nerd), and it was beautifully shot. The lead relationship is well developed and it doesnt fall into a typical love triangle. I’ve come to realise it utilises a lot of K-drama tropes (face-blindness! shared childhood trauma!), but it does it really well, imho.

Male lead: Tortured loner genius. My catnip.

Tear-jerk factor: 2/5

7. Goblin

A 900yr old immortal guardian finally meets the ‘bride’ who will end his existence

Once I got over the slight ick-factor of the age difference between the two characters at the beginning, I really fell for this show and it’s world. It had me in tears. And I especially loved the secondary character of the Grim Reaper.

Male lead: Surprising innocent and funny for a 900 year old

Tear-Jerk factor: 5/5

8. What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim

An personal assistant decides to quits her job in order to get a life. Her boss has other ideas.

I loved the female lead in this - I’m a sucker for uber-competent people, and the actress is STUNNING. Her boss is self-centred, entitled and vain...but over time, somehow that just becomes endearing! Possibly because he’s played by Park Seo Joon, who can do no wrong in my book! The central romance is super cute - I can rewatch their scenes again and again. 

Male lead: Like I said, somehow makes vanity and narcissism endearing. Also not afraid to get his shirt off and flash his 6-pack. Bonus.

Tear-Jerk factor: 0/5

9. Legend of the Blue Sea

A mermaid comes onto land to find the man she loves

The (literal) fish-out-of-water scenes in the first half of this show were hilarious - the actress is a comic genius! The romance was nicely done, and there wasn’t a lot of extraneous plot or too many characters. I couldn’t stop watching this one!

Male lead: Cocky, arrogant conman with a soft mushy centre

Tear-Jerk factor: 1/5

10. Fight for my Way

Two life-long friends decide to go after their dreams

I fast-forwarded large chunks of this (I wasn’t interested in the secondary couple at all), but it still made my favourite list because I love the leads - both as separate characters and as a couple. This is one of the best friends-to-lovers stories I’ve seen, mainly because you truly buy that these 2 have known each other their entire lives (their  bickering and teasing feels so natural). And then when they take the next step, they’re so affectionate and refreshingly open with their feelings.

Male lead: The third Park Seo Joon character on this list! I love his contradictions. He’s goofy and childish…but can really turn on the sexy charm; he’s a badass MMA fighter…who loves when his girlfriend sticks up for him and protects him.

Tear-jerk factor: 0.5/5

11. Suspicious Partner

A young, hardworking lawyer has her life turned upside down when she is put on trial for murder.

This has been officially bumped up to my favourites list - partly because I’m now a massive Ji Chang Wook fan, and partly because I’ve rewatched scenes with better subtitles and its made it 10x better. Its still overly long, but the serial killer plot had some nice twists and it was central to the story, so it didn’t feel extraneous like some of these types of plots do. I really enjoyed the central romance - the 2 characters sparked off each other well and I loved their evolution from sort-of enemies to lovers. This is another show where I can endlessly rewatch their scenes together.

Male lead: Its Ji Chang Wook! He’s so good at playing serious guys who are secretly big dorks.

Tear Jerk factor: 0.5/5

NOTABLE MENTIONS

These are shows which I completed and really enjoyed but they had flaws which kept them out of the favourites list.

1. The K2

An ex-mercenary takes a job as a bodyguard protecting the illegitimate daughter of a politician. A sort-of Snow White retelling.

This started off really well, with some amazing fight sequences (hello, shower room scene!). However, the back half became too bogged down in double crosses and manipulations, and it focussed too much on the politicians. The writers did well to give these characters some layers, but they were all essentially doing bad things for the wrong reasons, and I just didn’t care about them. The show was much better when it was following K2’s journey. The romance also started off well, but was a bit underdeveloped (mainly because they barely interacted).

2. I Am Not a Robot

A man who is allergic to human contact finds companionship with a robot…or does he?

I honestly thought I wouldn’t make it passed a couple of episodes of this - the concept was just too ridiculous. But I’m glad I persevered, because it developed some real depth and some proper good angst towards the end and I LOVED the central relationship.

3. Extraordinary You

A high school student discovers she's a supporting character in a comic book

The plot of this was so unique, and the way the comic story played out interspersed with the characters 'real lives' was really well done. Plus the central couple were so adorable. It dragged in the middle section (several versions of the same conversations were had, and the same exposition was spelled out multiple ways for no apparent reason) which kept it out of my favourite list, but it redeemed itself with some good angst at the end, and it had a really lovely ‘epilogue'.

4. My Love from the Star

Alien stranded on earth meets an actress soon before he’s due to be rescued.

I finally gave this another chance, and I’m glad I did. The female lead got a LOT less irritating, and I enjoyed the present-day romance and all the flashes back to the past. However, the ending was really abrupt and disappointing (which kept it out of my favourite list). There should have been 1 less filler episode in the middle, and a decent, fleshed out finale instead.

5. Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo

A young talented weightlifter experiences first love

Honestly, I wasn’t sold on this at first; the female lead was a bit much (lot of gurning and over-acting) and there was a weird disconnect between how she was described (big, overweight, manly, unfeminine) and how she actually looked (thin and beautiful!). But the back half of this show saved it; her relationship with Joon-Hyung was sooooo cute. He is adorable, and they were both so supportive of each other’s dreams. I finished this with a big smile on my face.

6. Because this is my First Life

A rational-to-a-fault software designer and an aspiring screenwriter come up with an unconventional way to solve their housing problem

When I started this, I thought it was going to be all light and fluffy (the main character's job in the beginning was to insert the product placement in Korean dramas - hello, Red Ginseng! - which I found hilarious and meta) but it had a surprisingly melancholic tone throughout and touched on issues of workplace harassment and gender roles. I didn't warm to the male lead until right at the end (which was probably partly intentional - he's very remote and closed off) but overall I found the story quite lovely. Plus it had a really great central female friendship and their conversations actually passed the Bechdel test!

7. Strong Girl Bong-Soon

A woman with inherited super-strength gets a job as a bodyguard for an eccentric young CEO

The lead couple in this are AD-OR-ABLE and I loved their relationship. But there was a weird tone issue in this show. The romance is super cute...but there’s a whole dark sub plot involving multiple women being held captive by a psychopath. I ended up fast forwarding most of that, and just concentrated on the romance.

THE OTHERS...

I finished these shows and liked parts of them, but they ultimately didn’t set my world on fire.

1. Her Private Life

A talented art curator tries to keep her professional persona separate from her fangirl obsession with a pop idol.

This was cute and I loved the central relationship - he was so supportive of her, and their interactions were refreshingly mature and their banter felt really natural. Ultimately, it was a bit forgettable (I’m not dying to rewatch any of it), and the last minute tacked-on childhood trauma subplot was really unnecessary.

2. Touch Your Heart

Star actress rocked by scandal works at a law firm to prepare for her comeback role

This starred the secondary couple from Goblin and I really like them, even though they are playing very different characters in this (more opposites attract, than doomed lovers). At first I found this too ‘cutesy’, but I’ve since realised the sound effects/graphics are a K-drama thing and not unique to this show, so I’m not as down on it as I was. I still had to fast forward a lot of the secondary romances which I wasn’t invested in.

3. Hyde, Jekyll and Me

A woman becomes involved in the lives of 2 men, who share one body

This stars Hyun Bin from CLOY and he is sooo watchable, especially as the slick-haired, glasses-wearing, uptight Seo-Jin. And the show started well...but quickly went off the rails into a convoluted, dragged-out revenge plot.

4. Melting Me Softly

Two people are accidentally cryogenically frozen for 20 years. They have to navigate the modern world and their new lives together.

Another good concept, but it ultimately descended into little more than a light work-place romance. Had a couple of good kissing scenes, but it was overall a bit forgettable.

And the DNF:

My Secret Romance

I started watching this because I was looking for something a little less PG - the characters have a one night stand in the first episode! But I couldn’t get passed the bad acting and cheap production.

Master’s Sun

I liked the premise but the 2 leads weren’t very attractive (at least in comparison to the insanely beautiful actors/actresses in the shows listed above). Call me superficial, but I couldn’t see myself spending 17 hours watching them and willing them to kiss.

[ootori-sibs]

Summer camp host club 6

Tw for blood, beartraps and hospitals,

Haruhi was asleep. Her dreams were filled with pictures of the monster Mr Hirano had described, beautiful and mysterious. She watched it prance about in the moonlight, it's behaviour wasn't dissimilar to that of a cat. She wanted to reach out and pet it, but she was afraid it would hurt her.

She then watched it switch between it's human and beast form, each time it enters it's human form, it's a different beautiful figure, genders changing every time, every single thing that Haruhi finds attractive. It was a selfish dream but she didn't mind it.

Her dream was cut short by one of the girls dragging her out of bed. "Come on Haruhi! You said you'd come to the lake with us!" The girl, Aimi, whined and tugged at Haruhi's arm.

Haruhi sighed and smiled at them, getting out of bed with a yawn. "Alright then, let me grab my bathing suit then." She got dressed quickly, before joining the girls outside the cabin.

It was quite early in the morning, the sun was only just peeking over the mountains in the distance. The air was crisp and cool, it wasn't cold however, just pleasantly warm. Haruhi walked with the other girls to the lake, watching from the grass as they took turns jumping in, laughing and joking as they did.

She was too tired to swim, so she just sat and watched them. One of the girls starts talking about how she's smuggled alcohol in her bags, and the girls begin to joke about having a party when the councilors are in bed. Haruhi thinks it's highly inappropriate but she knows better than to try and disrupt the fun of others, so she just sits there and begins to think about methods of ensuring they don't get hurt.

Breakfast rolled around and she and the other girls headed in from the lake, happy to find that pancakes had been made. Haruhi went to sit with the other hosts, minus Kyoya as the shadow king hadn't woken up quite yet. They looked at her swimsuit and it was Honey that brought it up. "Have you been swimming Haru-chan?"

Haruhi nodded. "Yeah, the other girls wanted to. I only really paddled though." She shrugs and pours some syrup on her pancake. "Did you guys sleep well? No nightmares about the story?"

It's an overall no from the hosts, but Honey starts talking about the dream he had where the maze was made of cake. Fortunately he is interrupted, unfortunately he's interrupted by a crash from the boy's cabin. The hosts look at each other in a panicked agreement, there's only one person still asleep; Kyoya.

They all hurry towards the cabin, a few others following suit. Haruhi is suddenly getting very anxious for some reason. When they got to the cabin, they saw a dent in the wall, and a very shell shocked looking Shin. A quick glance to Kyoya told Haruhi that he'd already gone back to sleep- good for him.

Mr Hirano pushed himself into the cabin, looking at the scene before him. "What the hell happened here? Shin, explain yourself." He glared at his brother, crossing his arms.

Shin looked at him with wide eyes, clearly still processing what had happened. "I- I only tried to wake him up?? So he wouldn't miss breakfast?" God, Haruhi almost felt sorry for the guy, he doesn't understand quite how Kyoya operates yet.

There was laughter, Tamaki was stood behind Haruhi and he was laughing. It didn't take long for the twins to chuckle a little too, but they were a bit more restrained in their mirth. People looked at him confused, Mr Hirano frowned deeply, raising an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

Tamaki wiped nonexistent tears from his eyes. "Oh do forgive me, I just find it quite funny how stupid that decision was." He chuckles a little more at the confused look on both Hiranos. "Trying to wake Kyoya up, it's like-" he shakes with amusement, stifling his laughter. "I'm sorry, sorry. It's like having a deathwish! Isn't that right men?"

The hosts all nod, the twins piping up. "you should see what he's like if he only gets an hour!"

Mori nods silently, Honey jumps up happily. "Kyo-chan's downright homicidal when he's sleepy!"

Haruhi had to agree, shrugging and at least showing a little sympathy to Shin. "Sorry dude, they are right. Besides, you shouldn't have woken him up anyway- it's kind of rude."

Mr Hirano massaged his temples. "There will be no violence in my camp from now on, understood? I will let him off with a warning, make sure you let him know." The hosts nod and he turns to leave. Haruhi glanced at Shin and saw that he actually looked kind of guilty. She sighed and approached him.

"It's ok dude, literally everyone's done it at least once, he's not going to hold it against you." She smiles up at him, Shin smiles back, mouthing a silent thanks.

Tamaki meanwhile, has sat on Kyoya's bed, and is shaking him gently. "Kyoooyyyaaaa!"

"What?" The shadow king spoke, barely stirring.

"The councilor man said you're not allowed to respond violently when people wake you up."

"Then tell people not to wake me up. Now fuck off and let me sleep." Haruhi thought that was reasonable, and was all but ready to leave Kyoya in peace when Tamaki spoke again.

"But Kyoya! We're having pancakes, and I brought coffee cream." Haruhi wasn't sure what he meant by that, maybe the cream you put in coffee? But by the way the other hosts froze, the same way they did when anyone mentioned fancy tuna to her- she assumed it was like catnip for the demon lord.

And as if by some miracle, Kyoya sat up, looking at Tamaki in suspicion. "The good kind? With-"

"With commoners coffee, yes." Tamaki nodded, a small smirk appearing on his face.

"Ugh, fine, but I'm having the entire jar." He slowly got out of bed, going to grab some clothes.

Haruhi… was amazed, and by the looks of it, so was Shin. She silently followed Tamaki out of the cabin and back to where they were eating. "Are you sure he can have a whole jar?" The twins spoke in unison, sounding slightly concerned.

At this, Tamaki looked very smug, pulling out a very little jar. "I brought these because I knew he'd try and pull something like that." The hosts all look very impressed, they're even clapping. Haruhi has to admit that certainly is a smart way to out-maneuver Kyoya.

The contents of the jar is brown and thick, like a whipped cream texture. Honey must have noticed her looking at it in confusion, because he pipes up. "It's whipped cream! It's been mixed with coffee and now it's very strong and very creamy. Kyo-chan loves it!"

"He isn't allowed it, because he's supposed to be limiting the amount of caffeine he has-" Hikaru starts, letting Kaoru finish. "but it clearly hasn't worked."

Haruhi chuckled at that, the image of Kyoya being told he's not allowed coffee is very funny to her- she doesn't think she's even ever seen him drink anything else.

When Kyoya saw the tiny jar he was given, he was highly annoyed, but still happy to completely and utterly coat his pancakes in it.

Tamaki spent most of that morning doing little games and puzzles on his own, and the afternoon was spent with the twins. He was finally getting used to this little change of pace, it wasn't that hard in reality. The less introspection he did, the less things seemed to interest him, sure it was enjoyable, but nothing was so dramatically simulating. He was able to spend hours brainstorming themes like he could before, it seemed like his emotional conflict had finally reached it's finale.

Then there were the noises he'd heard when near the lake. He wasn't quite sure what they were, but when he got closer he realised what they were- whimpers and squeaks. But not from an animal. He could hear voices too.

"Hold still, don't move." That was Shin's voice.

"Fuck, shit, don't do that." Kyoya… Kyoya was the one in pain.

Tamaki sped up, approaching where they were. He froze when he saw the scene before him.

Kyoya was sitting on the floor, leaning against a tree and looking paler than normal. Shin was standing over him, shirtless and pressing his shirt to… some very deep looking gashes on Kyoya's right arm. At the sight of his best friend's blood, Tamaki felt his own boil. "What the hell are you doing?" His tone was entirely accusatory, and he didn't care to correct it, for all he knew, he was right.

"I didn't do anything!" Shin cried out, clearly very anxious. "He got his arm stuck in a bear trap! Go get help!!"

"No." Kyoya interrupted, clearly attempting to use his threatening voice, but it came off as more of his normal tone due to how weak he was. "Shin, you go." Tamaki couldn't help but feel a spark of pride at that, watching the confusion on Shin's face.

"What? But Kyo-"

"Go. Before I fucking bleed out."

Shin sighed and nodded, standing up and looking at Tamaki. "Keep pressure on the wound."

Tamaki nodded, rushing to Kyoya's side as Shin ran back towards the camp. He keeps pressing the shirt to the wound, trying not to hurt Kyoya. "What happened? Was he telling the truth? Was it a bear trap or…" he trailed off, not wanting to say what he was thinking.

Kyoya just sighed, it was heavy but laboured and made Tamaki's hairs stand on end. "He didn't do a thing Tamaki, he helped me out of it actually…" His words sent a jolt of guilt through Tamaki, but it was largely ignored in favour of worrying for Kyoya's safety. He worried deeply for his friend, and the blood made him feel dizzy.

He heard a quiet whimper, and looked at Kyoya in surprise, finally noticing the tears in his vice president's eyes. Wow… this must really hurt. Tamaki didn't think he'd *ever* seen Kyoya cry before. He shifted to an angle so he could cradle him, while still keeping pressure on the wound. He's surprised when Kyoya leans into the touch, just softly leaning his head on Tamaki's shoulder- the most affection Kyoya has ever shown. At least in a language Tamaki can understand.

"I'm going to need to go to the hospital with this." Kyoya spoke, so quiet Tamaki had to be deathly silent to hear him. "When I do, I want you to call Fiyumi, I know she gave you her number." This was true, she'd told him to call her in an emergency or to let her know if Kyoya was sad- because heaven knows Kyoya wouldn't tell anyone.

"I will." Tamaki softly promises, mind still focused on making sure Kyoya wasn't losing too much blood. So focused in fact, he barely noticed when other people arrived, the gasps helped alert him though- as did Shin pushing him out of the way in order to help Kyoya up.

Mr Hirano was here, along with a few of the other campers, the entire host club had followed them too, looking to be slightly out of breath. Mr Hirano took a look at Kyoya's arm and took a sharp breath in through his teeth. "A beartrap did this? God, you're lucky it didn't take your arm off completely, a little twig like yourself." He touched the wound and Tamaki watched Kyoya restrain from punching him in the face.

Mr Hirano sighed. "Adrien's called for help, we're going to have to get you to a hospital."

"Would you mind taking me to a good one?" Kyoya asked, even when experiencing blood loss, he was ever the demanding one. "Preferably one owned by my father and not a rival."

Oh, so that's why. Tamaki had almost forgotten how ruthless the world they lived in was- sending Kyoya to a hospital owned by a rival was likely a death sentence. Mr Hirano didn't seem to understand it, but who was he to argue? They got Kyoya into a first responder car, with EMTs who instantly got to work on bandaging his arm temporarily.

Most other campers left to go continue their activities, but Honey and Mori went to ask Mr Hirano if they could borrow his truck. The remaining hosts looked to Tamaki for answers, he knew that expression- they wanted to know what happened.

"Shin was telling the truth," Tamaki began, feeling a pit in his stomach, "it was a bear trap. Kyoya's lucky to still have an arm." His words felt like a weight crushing them all, looking at his comrades he saw the same pain and worry in their eyes that he was sure were also his own. "He asked me to call Fiyumi."

When she answered the phone, he could hear the repetitive hum of her sewing machine. "Hello Tamaki, is there anything you need?"

"..." He took a deep breath, it was just his arm, it could be worse. "Kyoya's in the hospital."

"What??" He could hear the worry flooding her voice as she switched the sewing machine off. "What happened??"

"Bear trap." Tamaki was struggling to get the words out, by now they were in the truck. Haruhi leaned in and gently took the phone from him.

"Hello Ms Fiyumi, you haven't met me but I'm Haruhi- Tamaki-senpai's a little too distraught for a phone call right now, hope you don't mind." Tamaki couldn't hear what Fiyumi was saying anymore, only what Haruhi was saying. "Well Kyoya-senpai got his hand stuck in a bear trap so he's had to go to hospital," she was so much better at this then he was, and Tamaki was infinitely grateful, "yes, we made sure it was an Ootori owned hospital. Kyoya himself specified." Haruhi was just quietly nodding now, Tamaki just silently played with his hands. "We're driving over there now, uh, I'm not sure what location but it's near the summer camp?" She went to Google the name of the camp on her own phone but paused, responding to someone Fiyumi said. "Oh you know the location? Great, so we'll meet you there?" Tamaki was just staring out the window now, chewing on his shirt collar. "Alright, thank you

Bye."

Haruhi ends the call and hands the phone back to Tamaki. "How are you feeling senpai?"

"I'm… I'm just worried about him, he's supposed to be having fun…"

Haruhi sighed and put a hand on his shoulder, Tamaki is so very grateful for her level head. "Well, all we can really do is make sure we're there for him and you really were- you're his best friend, his favourite person. Just make sure you're there when he needs you, that's really all you can do."

Tamaki paused, nodding and giving her a slight smile. She was right, Tamaki couldn't do anything to help Kyoya out, other than at least try and keep him happy. But what Haruhi had said, about him being Kyoya's favourite person… that surprised him, he supposed he'd never even considered the fact that Kyoya could have a favourite person, let alone that it could be him. But he supposed that explained why Kyoya would rather have Tamaki by his side while in pain then Shin- his best friend who he's known for almost two years, or a dude he met like, three days ago.

Even as they walked through the hospital corridors, Tamaki couldn't get those thoughts out of his mind… his favourite person… Kyoya's favourite person…

He was however snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Yoshio Ootori himself enter the corridor, stop, look at them, then nod curtly. "Souh, Souh's friends."

They all nod in response, bowing their heads a little lower and mumbling a greeting. Tamaki frowns sympathetically, he couldn't imagine how worried the man must be. "I'm guessing you were told?"

Yoshio nods. "I was alerted the moment my son's name came up in the call, luckily I was already at this location." He adjusts his lab coat, sighing. "Would you care to tell me how you allowed my son to put his hand in a bear trap?" They were walking now, Mr Ootori leading the hosts presumably to where Kyoya was.

Tamaki wasn't exactly sure how to answer that, the way Yoshio spoke made it feel like it was somehow his fault, even if Tamaki had been nowhere near. "We weren't with him sir, I'm sorry." He bowed his head, hoping that was satisfactory for him.

Yoshio stares at him with burning eyes, clearly Tamaki's answer wasn't acceptable. The twins spoke up, speaking in shakey unison. "Yeah, we were nowhere near, if anything, blame his boyfriend."

Every single person there froze, the twins when they realised what they'd just said and who they'd said it to, the other hosts the moment they heard the word leave the twins lips. Even Yoshio froze, but for a much different reason.

After what felt like forever, Yoshio Ootori adjusted his posture, fixed his glasses the same way Kyoya does when it's serious time- in such a way that the light hides his eyes, and crossed his arms.

"What did you just say?"

[my-wonderland-imagination]

Mother Russia's Ice Tiger

Prologue-

If you had told me three years ago that I’d would have won a gold medal in the Grand Prix, with a skate choreographed by that shit head Viktor Nikiforov, winning against that little piggy, Yuuri Katsuki, and falling in love with my first ever best friend, WHOSE A FUCKING GUY, Otabek Altin... I would’ve cut you with my knife shoes, laughing manically as you screamed in pain... but here I am, winner of the Grand Prix, with Katsuki second and beside me, smiling proudly, Beka smiling over at me with his thumbs up, Viktor clapping and screaming that he’s proud of his fiancé and his son(WHICH I AM NOT!) and for once, I don’t feel angry, I don’t want to hit or throw anything, for once I feel truly... happy... I’m happy, I’m proud of what I’ve managed to achieve, for being able to finally show that I’m more than a kid with anger issues and that I can do anything, that I’m not just some liability...

A liability... That’s what she called me, a worthless liability... My supposed mother, she never cared, and she couldn’t have given a damn about me, when I was younger to me now. And that sperm donor that she called my father, I couldn’t give two shits about him nor who he was. He left us both, he didn’t care, the minute he found out she was pregnant with me, and he was out of the door faster than you could say “Pirozhki”. Ha, who could ever give a damn about someone like him?!

That’s when everything went downhill... Mama decided drugs and alcohol were the way to go... They were more important than me, more important than food or the house, and far more important than her job. The day I was taken away from her, I screamed for my mother, crying out her name, clinging onto her thin, sickly arms, begging for her to keep me. I’ll never forget that day... The anger in her eyes, the hatred burning towards me, igniting me from the inside out as she screamed back, screaming abuse at me, putting all the blame on me... I suppose she was right, if I hadn’t been produced, HE would’ve stayed, SHE would’ve been able to further her career, THEY’D be happy together... And Grandpa wouldn’t have been burdened with me, a stupid five year old, clinging to a ratty old cat plushie, given to me by one of Mamas junkie friends in pity after I got slapped again, after asking her where my daddy was for the supposed hundredth time, she hated me for driving him away, maybe she was right... It was my fault he left, neither of them wanted a kid, especially not a weak, worthless one like me...

No one wanted me, why would they? I was nothing, no matter how hard I try, no matter how many medals I win, I wasn’t ever going to be good enough. She was rig-

“Yurio! I’m so proud of you, you truly did deserve the gold. And I’m grateful that you did, as much as I wanted to retire to give Viktor his chance to go back, I felt as if we were going too fast and I didn’t want to give up what I loved doing, even if I’m a terrible skater. Thank you.” Yuuri smiled down at me and pulled me into a tight hug, holding me close to him as he laughed softly. Tears started to fall from my eyes and onto his chest, I’ve never experienced motherly love before but now, from Yuuri, it’s all I could feel.

“Sh-sh-shut up, p-p-pig! I d-d-didn’t do it f-f-for you o-o-okay?! I h-h-had to w-w-win, I d-d-deserved to!” it was hard to get my words out whilst sobbing against him, he didn’t say a word though, just tightened his hold around me, I have never felt so loved or protected in my life, not from Yakov, or Lila, not from Otabek, my best friend turned crush, not even from my beloved Grandpa.

“You know, Viktor had mentioned adopting you, he wanted us to become a proper family, and as much as I would love that, I told him that it isn’t up to us to decide, it’s your decision. But even if you say no, you’ll always have a place with us, no matter what happens, we’ll always accept you with open arms. You’re like a son to us and we both love you very much, even when you have those god awful temper tantrums of yours, ha ha.” I couldn’t help but let a strangled laugh as he laughed.

I felt him shift as he looked up at the extra idiot he calls a fiancé. I couldn’t help but wonder if he really meant it, adoption... Living as a family... It sounded like a cruel nightmare and they were just joking, that they didn’t really want me...

“Do you really mean it…? About adopting me…?” I asked timidly, too scared to even look up at him, just in case it was a cruel joke,

“Of course, we’d love to adopt you. You’re like our son already, we just wanted you to have a say in all of it too, Viktors excited about it, he started making a room for you in his apartment and started to teach Makkachin to be nice to cats, though I doubt he’s going to succeed, the man himself isn’t overly fond of them either. What do you say, be our small, angry Russian son?” He chuckled and pulled away slightly, a soft smile decorating his face, ruining his Eros image he made on the ice. I nodded slowly, letting more tears fall down my face.

I had a family now... A real fami-WAIT WHAT DID HE SAY?!

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE ISN’T FOND OF CATS?! HEY, OLD MAN! WHAT’S WRONG WITH CATS?!” I yelled over at the idiot, his stupid heart shaped smile widening as he waved over at us, laughing stupidly at my comment. Did this bastard think I wasn’t serious? I can’t have someone who dislikes cats in my life, fuck that! I’m just glad Beka likes them, and tigers, because I would seriously kick his ass if he didn’t.

I looked over my best friend, my Beka, with his weird ass bear that he named Kitten after me. I admit, it was soft and cuddly and damn did it smell good, it smelt like him and that was my favourite scent in the world, my own piece of catnip. So whenever we were hanging out after practice, I’d fall asleep against him, clinging to that stupid bear that I claimed as mine after having a little wrestling match, that he always let me win after I pouted at him, and I’d end up waking up to myself curled up against his chest with his hoodie on me, which he somehow managed to slip over me and keep the bear out of it, his fingers tangled in my messy blonde hair and his eyes closed, dead to the world and yet cradling me close to him, almost as if he was protecting me from the outside world, from my past and the darkness that still lingers around me. I loved those nights, Grandpa wouldn’t mind me staying with him, Beka usually sent him a message to tell him that I fell asleep again and that he would bring me back, dressed in clean clothes, fed and happy, with the amount of times it happened, I now have clothes in his suitcase, though I usually stole something of his, one of his hoodies, a scarf, a tee, just something that was his (He’d always give me this look then would chuckle at me, shaking his head before making sure that the helmet was tight and sturdy on my head). Lila would’ve told Yakov that I was allowed to spend the night with my best friend because I’ve been training hard enough to get a little break and it's good for my body to relax in comfort, seeing as I usually had nightmares when we stayed in hotel rooms and I was away from my personal drug that was the only thing that could comfort me.

It’s weird how easy it was to get used to Beka, it took me years to get used to Yakov, I’m still not used to that old hag, Mila, no matter what she tries. I’m still trying with Lila, even if she’s nicer than Yakov and helps me keep my flexibility. I will never get used to Viktors extra, stupid ass, and Katsudon… He’s just there, whenever I need him or need someone to yell at, he always takes it and helps me. But Beka, when he told me about how we met years ago, and what he thought the moment he saw me... Fuck, I melted, he’s everything to me, my best friend, my crush... He’s always there to cheer me up when I need it, with his totally awesome bike, he’s always there to save me from crazy fangirls and I don’t know what I’d do without him there to make me laugh, he makes me feel more... Human, he’s my Agape... My Agape, fuuuuuccccckkkkkkk, why does he have to be so cool, and sweet and fucking hell, he’s so fucking hot... But most of all, why did he choose me? Why did he want to be friends with me?

No one’s ever wanted to be friends with me before, everyone’s always thought of me as the angry, spoilt, Russian child who hates the world and everyone in it, I may look delicate but my personality ‘clashes with my innocent look, especially when I skate’ but he didn’t say that, he said that I was rude, arrogant, angry, resentful, crazy, foul-mouthed but that’s what made me so unique, especially when I skate because it showed how human I really was, I was real not some fake like some people * cough JJ cough * and I was able to show everyone that you should never judge a book by its cover... He was good with words like that, he melted my icy heart and settled into a special place in it, and I’m terrified he might leave once he finds out about my past... He might think I’m a liability, that I’m worthless, just like Mama said, that’s why I keep everyone at arm’s length, because of how terrified I am that they’ll leave once they see, that they’ll lie like she did and will throw me away like I’m nothing.

I may act like I’m this scary, angry, Ice Tiger of Mother Russia but really, I’m this scared, broken, lost, little kitten, desperately trying to survive in the big bad world of sharks, that’s all. But with my Beka, with the idiot Viktor, and the piggy, Katsudon, I think that maybe I can become a real Ice Tiger of Mother Russia and do them proud, I have to make everyone proud, so then they won’t abandon me, I can’t have anyone else abandon me, it’d destroy me...

[flowerfan2]

Affinity - Ch. 21 (10.21)

McDanno, A03.  37k total; 2k this chapter. Read from the beginning here.

A continuous story of season 10 episode codas.  Steve may describe their relationship as a dysfunctional marriage, but at some point, will he and Danny take a closer look at what it really could be?   (The answer is yes).

Chapter 21

Danny drags himself up the stairs, wincing as every muscle in his body screams at him.  The adrenaline has worn off, HPD has gone home, and he’s about ready to keel over.

 Having a hand to hand battle with a feisty intruder had not been what Danny had in mind for the night, but at least he had a chance to get Steve talking before the evening’s excitement. He’s been trying, the past few weeks especially, to get Steve to open up about how he’s been feeling, but he knows how hard it is for him.  For both of them.

Steve had come close to opening up, last weekend on Maui, as they lay there together on the beach with the sun setting in tangerine streaks over the darkening ocean.  After night fell they stayed sprawled out on the sand, looking at the stars and exchanging lazy, salty kisses.  Steve had told Danny about the package from his mother that was on its way, the pain in his voice barely hidden, and it had made Danny’s heart ache.

Now they know that all that was in the “package” was one thin piece of paper, with a cipher that Steve still hadn’t cracked, but which apparently was catnip to the bad guys.  Danny hates that Doris did this to Steve, and he’s pretty sure Steve hates it too, if what he said at the cemetery this morning is anything to go on.  The last thing Steve needs is more mystery where Doris is concerned, one last straw to weigh him down.  Steve has been a super SEAL for a long time, but these days he barely seems able to keep his head above water.

Danny makes it to the top of the stairs and turns to find that Steve is right behind him.  Danny grimaces as he realizes that Steve has probably been there the whole time, making sure Danny didn’t topple right back down.  Danny’s leg isn’t too pleased with him right now, and Steve can clearly tell that Danny is hurting. 

Steve slides by him with a fleeting smile and meets him in the bedroom with a bottle of Advil and a glass of water before Danny even has time to take off his shirt.

“Come on, you look like you need it,” Steve says, nudging Danny to sit down on the bed and holding out the glass.

“I bet you haven’t taken any either,” Danny grumbles.  

 “At least when I got tossed head over heels today it was on the grass,” Steve says, his brows drawing together in a frown as he gives Danny a concerned look.  “You sure you’re okay?”

 Danny swallows down the pills and shakes two more out for Steve.  “Gonna be sore, but I’m fine.”  

 Danny doesn’t object, though, when Steve gently unbuttons his dress shirt and carefully eases him out of it.  He feels every punch the intruder landed, every spot where his body collided with the living room furniture.

 “It sucks getting old,” Danny says, not meaning to, but Steve nods in response.

 “Yeah, it really does.”  Steve reaches down to untie Danny’s shoes, but Danny brushes his hands away when Steve reaches for his belt buckle.

 “I’ve got it, I’m fine,” Danny says, although when he tosses his clothes to the chair he winces again. “Ow.”

 Steve sheds his own clothes and slides into bed, holding the covers up for Danny.  Danny climbs in carefully and stretches out close to Steve, inhaling deeply as the familiar scent of Steve’s skin and the bed they share soothes him.

 Steve draws a fingertip over Danny’s forehead, barely touching the scrape over his right brow, and then lets his warm hand rest comfortingly on Danny’s shoulder.

 They’re curled towards each other, Danny near enough to count the prickly gray hairs in Steve’s beard, and he lets out a long sigh.

 “Rough day,” Steve says softly, and Danny snorts into the pillow.  “What?”

 “This was not my plan for how today was supposed to go,” Danny says.

 “You’ve been doing this job as long as I have,” Steve says.  “Not sure why you’re still surprised by a masked man throwing punches.”  

 Steve doesn’t mention how many times their lives have been disrupted by Doris-related chaos, but they’re both thinking it.  It’s definitely not the first time.  Danny had thought all the Doris drama had been put to rest when Doris died, but that was clearly naïve.  

 “No, unfortunately, I’m all too familiar with the rude interruptions of police work,” Danny replies, going along with Steve’s clear desire to avoid discussing Doris any further tonight.  

 “It’d be nice if they didn’t hit so hard, though, right?”  Steve grins a little, but his touch is light along Danny’s flank, where a very spectacular bruise is just starting to form.

 “True, yeah,” Danny says, meeting Steve’s eyes.  “But that’s not what I meant about my plan for today.”  He sees Steve’s concern for Danny’s cuts and bruises shift into something else, the memory of their conversation on the beach and Steve’s revelation returning.

 I need a little time away, Danny hears again, and he fights to keep his head in the game, to not screw this up.

 Steve knows exactly what Danny is thinking about.  “I just don’t know what else to do,” Steve says, turning away and staring up at the ceiling.  “I can’t think of any other way to do this, without getting some space.  I’m sorry, I know it’s not…”  Steve reaches for Danny as he speaks, but Danny doesn’t know if it’s to blunt the force of his words, or just out of habit.  

 Danny comes anyway, pressing close and resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.  Steve hand strokes up and down Danny’s back, but Steve is anything but relaxed, his muscles tense under Danny’s weight.

 “It’s okay, Steve.  I get it.”  Danny swallows hard, bracing himself for what he’s about to say.  It’s what he was thinking about when he left Steve on the beach with the excuse of getting another beer, what had him distracted when he went into the kitchen, just before he heard the intruder in the living room.  It’s what he thought about for the rest of the night, while HPD took their statements and dusted for prints and looked for tire tracks in the dirt next to the driveway.

 “I get that this is something you need to do for yourself,” Danny says, raising up on an elbow so he can see Steve’s face.  “I really do.”  Steve moves his gaze from the ceiling towards Danny.  Steve’s eyes are wide and apprehensive, and it spurs Danny on.

 “And I get that you want to do it alone.”  Danny’s throat tightens up, and Steve blinks hard at him.  “I’d go with you, if you wanted, you know that, right?  In a minute, in a heartbeat.  Anywhere…”  It’s true, Danny would follow Steve to the ends of the earth.  “But… if that’s not what you need, and I think… I think it’s not… it’s okay.  I’m not mad or anything.  I understand.”  

 “Danny…” Steve’s voice is rough.

 Danny reaches out and drags his fingers through Steve’s hair, cupping the back of his head to pull him towards him. “It’s okay, Steve.  It doesn’t have to mean…” that we’re over, Danny thinks, although he can’t finish the sentence.  

 Steve stares at him wordlessly for a long moment, and then grabs him tight.  Danny wraps his arms around him in response, the two of them clutching the other without a care for their injuries.  They’re both on the edge of tears, Steve’s entire body trembling.

 “I know you love me, babe,” Danny says, and Steve shakes harder.  “I love you too.  That won’t change if you go.  It’s gonna be okay.  You do what you need.  It’ll be okay.”

 “I don’t know what else to do,” Steve says again, his voice heartbreakingly sad, and Danny presses their foreheads together.

 “I know, babe.  It’s okay.  Just…” Danny pauses, trying to find the right words.  “Don’t disappear on me this time, yeah?  Keep in touch?”  It’s such an inadequate request, hardly anything, and yet Danny knows how Steve can lose himself.  It happened when he hid out at the ranch after Joe’s death, and on his search for Doris this fall, and Danny doesn’t think he can bear it again.   Whether or not they’re <i>together.</i>  Steve means too much to him.  He means everything.

 Steve squeezes Danny tighter and tucks his head against Danny’s shoulder. “You’re my Danno,” Steve finally says, his voice strained. “I’m never leaving you.”

 Yes, you are, Danny thinks, shifting to cradle Steve against him as best as he can, treasuring the knowledge of Steve safe in his arms, for tonight if not for much longer. Danny knows moments like this are all too fleeting, and the more precious for it.  He wants to remember the feeling of the two of them intertwined, scratchy hair and damp skin and hands clutching at whatever they can reach. He hopes Steve remembers it too. He wants Steve to take the memory with him wherever he ends up, to think of it when he inevitably questions how much he is loved.

 “I love you so much,” Danny says intently, past the tightness constricting his throat.  He presses a kiss into Steve’s hair.  “Always.”

 Danny won’t try to keep Steve from leaving, or do anything to add to his pain by making him feel guilty about it. But it’s going to hurt like hell to see him go.  

[universal-kitty]

.: Purrfect Anarchy: Birthday Surprise :.

   It’s not unusual for Wrench to be unusual...but this is getting a little too suspicious.

   The morning went off without a hitch, far as either party was concerned. Reg was cuddly and seeking kisses, I was practically a smarter log until my brain kicked into full gear... Breakfast was had and Wrench was clingy throughout.

   However... Something was immediately off when plans changed on the ride to the garage. Clingy Wrench...my husband, notorious clinger and the type to be upset if he feels like he didn’t get enough cuddles...

   “Are you coming or...?” I looked at him oddly, door to the truck open and peering at my masked husband with interest, a brow raised. This was...really unlike him. Usually, Wrench would hop out at the speed of sound, hurrying over to my side. Was sure like that last year, eager to get the party over with so we could get home sooner and cuddle...and other things.

   He never could stop at just one thing.

   “Yeah, yeah...but I have to get your gift,” he said calmly, wiggling back into the seat. There was a waver in his voice...but I decidedly allowed it, slipping out of the truck and onto the ground walking around until I was driver’s side. “So, I think Marcus is gonna take you home...or Sitara? I’m gonna be real with you, I don’t remember who I asked last night. Long as it isn’t Ray, we’re good.”

   “Still bitter, huh?” I grinned when his mask when into angry down slashes. He wasn’t the only one bitter, but...

   “Damn right,” he grumbled, looking around a moment before leaning out of the truck window. I went on tiptoes, arched up for the kiss he quickly put on my lips. “I’ll meet you at home.” Wait a minute-

   “You’re not going to the party?”

   “I can’t give away my secrets. You’ll see, promise.” He ruffled my hair, I scoffing in surprise and disgust, sticking my tongue out at him. He only laughed, slipping the mask fully back on as it recalibrated his face and the mask’s glitching settled itself. Hearts went onscreen, making my smile soften. “Ahh, there it is... Have fun, baby!! Just not too much fun.”

   “I’ll try,” I joked, watching his mask flip to a wink, then back to default X’s, driving off. What a dork. Resigned to my fate with a sigh, I headed into the garage...and screeched at the sudden popping noises around me.

   “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!”

   “Holy SHIT, you guys,” I yelled, laughing as I kicked a rock T-Bone’s way. “Fuckers almost gave me a heart attack!” Once I got everything under control, I walked over and gave a hug to the closest asshole...that being Marcus. “Thanks, though. Now... What’s on the party docket?”

   By the time Sitara called the craziest of the party to a chill so I could go home, there was definitely a light buzz going and so. Much. Laughter. If not for Josh and Sitara, who made sure I was balanced out with water, I probably would’ve been a mess. (Well, that and making sure I was fed. I needed a break? Quiet time with Josh.) It was definitely a party made to tailor to me down to the smallest detail.

   “C’mere, you. Your husband’s done with your present,” she told me, kicking lightly at my foot.

   “Ahh, hey...” I grumbled, focusing more on the fact she was wearing her sneakers and just kicked my poor, sock-clad foot. Then the message sunk in, perking up curiously. “Yeah?”

   “Yeah! So let’s go!! I know he’s excited...and honestly, I am, too. He asked for my help.”

   “So you know,” I pointed out, now infinitely more sober than I’d been before. What in the world did he...?

   “Sure do, buuuuuuttt, I’m not telling you.” I pouted immediately, causing her to laugh, grinning back at me as she said, “Oh, c’mon, don’t make that face... Secrecy’s worth it.”

   The drive back to the apartment was pretty quiet, aside from Sitara’s tunes (which...were damn good; wow) and us occasionally singing along. She dropped me off, I ditched the car fast enough to not notice it didn’t leave when I did, and hurried to the elevator, impatient to see what big gift Wrench had planned. Sitara got involved, it kinda sounded like a big deal...

   The elevator couldn’t get to me fast enough, nor take me to my floor fast enough! Rushing through the doors the second they were wide enough for me to leave, bolting down the hall to our apartment, opening the door...

   The first thing I saw- that caught my eye- was a cat tree in the corner of the room. It was painted over with (what I’d sure damn hope) was pet-safe paint, decorated to look like....well, DedSec’s whole aesthetic on a cat tree. My jaw had already dropped.........but it didn’t compare to the sight on the couch.

   Wrench, awkward as ever without his mask, looking up at me....and holding a small kitten. They were meowing softly...and he was holding it.

   Tears filled my eyes before I could even process all of this, Wrench standing up and gently handing me the kitten, letting me cradle them in my arms. This... This was huge. Wrench HATED animals. Hated them ever since I met him and probably beyond that. He never did fully elaborate, but I could guess; bad experiences with animals, time after time. Never did help that I could imagine him as that one “asshole” kid who probably bothered them too much, causing those angry reactions to his behavior...if not just the wrong animals at the wrong time for him.

   He once said he’d kick a puppy and while I abhorred the thought, he at least made it known he wouldn’t....but sure as fuck wouldn’t stay anywhere near “the damn thing”. That was the best I’d ever gotten out of him previously. Again, he loathed animals.

   ....And here he was, handing me a kitten. That he was holding. I could only look up at him in bewilderment, tears in my eyes and slipping down my cheeks. He wiped them away quietly, before smiling a little. Soft and...nervous, but happy.

   “Happy birthday, baby.”

   “Reg...?”

   “You always told me how much you loved cats...and I know how much they mean to you. Shit,” he laughed a little, “you based your whole damn identity after ‘em... So. While you’ve been with the group, when we went to the shelter... I was working on overcoming my fear of them. Maybe not dogs, but cats. So I can, uh... I can hold her. So we could have a cat together.” A pause. “...She’s a siamese, since...I know they’re your favorite.....”

   “Reg...” I sniffled, body shaking. This....This was too much. He already gave me his damn world by marrying me and he just.... He really just worked at unlearning his fear and hatred of animals....for me? Of cats, so we could have one together...? “Th-Thank you....so much...”

   “It’s no problem, kitten.” He laughed softly, stepping closer to kiss my forehead. Tilting my head up so he could kiss me proper. “I’m just glad you love your present. That it was all worth it.” (Oh.....fuck, there went my heart again.) “Got a name in mind?”

   “Not yet,” I admitted, laughing. “You kinda sprung her on me, so.... This is a big ol’ surprise. I’ll figure it out before today ends, though. Promise.”

   “Sounds good,” he agreed, grin growing on his face. “So... Wanna play with this pussy?” I gasped, shoving at his arm, making him laugh.

   “REG!!!! Nooooo, don’t be like that!!!”

   “It’s so funny, though!!” He retorted, rushing off with laughter following him, all the way to the kitchen...and brought out a bag of what seemed to be cat toys. “I, uh... Employed Josh’s help with this one. Group project. I got the kitten, everyone else pitched in a little.”

   “Josh literally got me a whole new boombox. Are you telling me you swindled those poor shits into getting two gifts for me when you got one?”

   “Hey, hey....” He raised a hand, walking back over and setting the bag on the ground. “I’m always your birthday present. And I unlearned some things, so you basically got THREE gifts from me.”

   “Three? I counted four.”

   “...Four?” Wrench’s brows furrowed, as I grinned, setting the kitten down and carefully walking over, grabbing him by the hoodie and tugging him down so I could kiss him. Didn’t take him another moment to hold onto me, smiling into the kiss... Laughing breathlessly when I pulled away. “...Alright. That’s fair. Four presents... I spoil you, huh?”

   “I’ve been spoiling you since the day we met,” I teased, pressing my forehead to his. “It balances out.”

   “Mmm, fair enough...” An odd, wiggly weight on my shoe reminded me of the kitten, who apparently was deadset on attacking my shoe. I looked at the sight and burst into giggles, shaking my head.

   “Alright, more importantly...let’s get this kitty entertained. Shoes are not for playing!”

   “Toys it is!” Wrench announced to nobody in particular, sitting down and digging into the bag, pulling out each toy as I carefully removed the baby from my shoe, and walked back to the doorway, toeing them off as I eyed Wrench and the kitten. He was pouting a little in thought, unsure of what to do...but when the kitten picked for him- pouncing on the feather toy- he laughed and went with it, picking it up and wiggling it around. Bells and feathers clanging, making the kitten go absolutely nuts with excitement.

   ...I’d missed this. Having a cat...but this? All of this, in all of it’s contextual glory? It could really bring me to tears all over again.

   I went back to our growing family with a smile, ready to get into shenanigans...and teach Reg about catnip. (Oh, he was so going to get a kick out of “cat drugs.”)

Tagging: @supernatural-cats-nonsense​ and @robotarmjokes​

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Alpha!Midoriya x F!Omega!Reader | Late Bloomer

May I please have a so-called beta Izuku (dormant alpha) having his first ever rut sending his omega fem s/o into heat then things seriously escalate to NSFW territory from there? Maybe Izuku's hormone (testosterone) levels increased after winning a fight causing him to present (just a theory on why). Beta x omega would be taboo in omegaverse right? I also could totally see Izuku as a late blooming alpha. Thank U~

Warnings: fluff mostly! NSFW! It’s not noncon this time I swear! Dom!Deku

Hand holding with your boyfriend was your favorite part of walking to school together. You always were comforted with his fingers intertwined with your own. It made you more than content. You knew it was odd to others that you felt that way about a beta, but there was just something about having a sweet boyfriend who doted on you regardless of whether he had a strong scent or a knot.

Today, you were also feeling extra cuddly. You crooned and cuddled into his side, rubbing your scent into him as you buried your head to get any amount of his freshly cut grass scent in your nose. You cradled his arm against your chest, pulling fitfully while he blushed and stammered at the treatment and odd looks the two of you received.

Midoriya knew you couldn’t help your behavior though. For some reason, you tended to rub up against things around the same time every few months ever since you were pre-teens. It was a nightmare for your parents since you’d go around doing it to other kids, hugging them for far too long in a vice-like grip. He finally figured out why early on in your relationship though when you suddenly stopped attaching to friends and family and solely stuck to using him as your plush toy.

The overdose of affection was just a sign that your heat would come in a few days. It wasn’t unheard of for omegas and alphas to have pre-heat and rut signs: cramps, heat flashes, increased aggression, possessiveness, or nothing at all. He was just lucky that you had clingy. Even without being an alpha, he could really get behind this side of your omeganess. It was just so cute!

However, it was still a prelude to a bittersweet time that he didn’t know exactly how to feel about. Midoriya loved how sweet and needy you got for him when usually you were fairly independent. How you would cuddle him and run your hands through green hair. He couldn’t get enough when the two of you finally got alone.

Then, there was the leeward side of your heat.

The one where you doubled over in pain if you went without suppressants. It never seemed like he could properly satisfy you enough to kick you out of your heat early. It wasn’t that his size was the problem, he was surprisingly well-endowed in that department for a beta, or your pleasure since you always cried and spasmed around him each time, but rather his lack of a knot. Then, he was afraid that having sex might only serve to make your heat stall and last longer. So, you had to power through until it naturally declined and disappeared.

Midoriya couldn’t stand those days. It made him feel useless, and he couldn't really figure out what made you sign on for that when you started dating him at first. Two years later though, you were still here and cuddling into his side blissfully.

You had arrived at school early and decided to head to the canteen for breakfast. Your table was empty as you awaited the rest of your friend group to show up, but that didn’t matter to you since you were too busy feeling up a flustered bean and snuggling into his hair like he was your personal catnip.

“Deku~ you’re so flufffyyy,” you giggled as his hand shook around his spoon, milk and cereal spilling back into the bowl. You weren’t the only one who noticed the behavior as two burly older boys spotted you from the table over, amusedly watching the display of an omega in obvious pre-heat mode.

“(N-Name)-chan, you need to calm down, we’re at school,” he stammered, blush intensifying.

“No,” you cooed and licked his cheek, and he had to stop himself from falling over the edge of his seat in his embarrassment.

A laugh could be heard from the next table over. “Having trouble over there, buddy?” the taller of the two boys asked.

”Don’t let her jump you now! No still means no for omegas, too,” the other jokingly added.

“N-No, it’s fine!” Midoriya answered, pushing you down a little to stop you from climbing on top of him right there. “I got it covered.”

The two laughed, and the shorter one decided to invite himself over to your table to strike up a conversation or perhaps enjoy breakfast and a show. He stops though upon closer inspection. Your scent dominated over Midoriya, his completely erased with your own.

A scowl etched at his lips. “Are you two dating?”

“Mhm,” you hummed and inhaled deeply over Midoriya’s scent gland, too preoccupied to worry about the slight sneer the question was asked with.

“That’s just precious,” he said with a soft smile in your direction. Izuku smiled weakly and rubbed the back of his head, feeling a bit shy about the compliment until he opened his mouth again to mockingly state, “You must be the sweetest little omega to want to cozy up to a beta like that.”

Izuku tensed, smile dropping to a scowl. You followed suit, holding onto him, but your expression was less than friendly. Your good mood ruined.

The taller alpha tilted his head, furrowing his brows, his eyes squinting in thought. “No wonder she’s going crazy, she’s probably starving on beta cock,” he thought out loud, a genuinely confused personification of the “but why tho” meme, then addressed Midoriya, “Do you even know what to do with her?” he asked curiously.

”It’s none of your fucking business, piss off,” you grunted, hoping they’d drop the subject.

“We don’t mean anything by it, we just wanted to make sure you’re getting treated right,” the other says matter-of-factly, saving a softer tone for you than the scornful one he held for Midoriya.

It didn’t matter whether they meant offense or not. They caused it immediately when Midoriya pursed his lips and went quiet as he retreated into his own head.

You pouted, heart aching and anger growing at the way your boyfriend bowed his head. His hands clenched at his pants legs, and his teeth sunk hard into his bottom lip. You hugged your arms around his waist and settled your chin on his shoulder. “Just ignore him, Izu, he’s just jealous that the only action he’s getting is with his hand,” you say, throwing a sharp glare at him.

“What did you say to me, omega?”

Midoriya scowled. He clenched his fist as their attention directed towards you. He could deal with himself getting harassed, he’s had years of training in that department dealing with Katsuki and the other kids in middle school, but—

“You heard me, knothead. No one invited you over here in the first damn place,” you mouthed off again and gave a low growl.

—he was never one to let someone else get bullied or unfairly talked down to, especially not his girlfriend.

“Who the hell do you think you’re bucking at?”

“You, fuckface. Now back off before I lose my fucking temper.”

“Seriously, you want to fight? You have to be kidding me, your parents must be fucking dying at having a butch omega for a kid, no wonder you can't get an alpha,” he spats, and it’s the threatening growl that sets Deku off. He stood in front of you, arm held out low where you sat.

“Who do you think you are—talking to her like that! You don’t know anything about (Name) and don’t deserve to. You’re angry, acting out because you’re afraid to see people not feeding your ego by following your rules, and you can’t face the fact that no matter what you are; at the end of the day she still wouldn’t choose someone like you!”

You scowled behind Midoriya, glaring down at the intrusive alpha the same way Izuku did. There was a silence in the air for the few tables around you as they looked on, ready to see any sort of fight.

A fight is what they got when the resounding hit of a punch rang out, and you jumped up with a gasp as Midoriya stumbled back, clutching his hand to his nose. “Deku!”

“I’m fine!” he growled, swiping the back of his hand to wipe the blood away from the wound given to him. “It didn’t hurt!”

“You felt nothing yet, runt!” he spat and geared up to punch Midoriya again to show him how much his punches “didn’t hurt”.

You knew Deku was much smaller in frame than some of the other guys. You were a bit worried when green eyes met yours, but you had to remind yourself that even though he was small, he had muscles under that uniform blazer and could fuck someone up if need be, and everything burning inside him at once told him it was needed, much more so than usual as he blocked the punch and tackled down his rival.

Midoriya won’t deny the satisfying feeling and rush of power when his fist contacted bone and cartilage. It all went blank then. He ran on pure instinct, blocking out the yells and jeers around him. He kept enough sense to not use his quirk, but that didn’t slow him down from fighting with his own strength even after a hit broke through his barrage and nailed him in the face. Caught off guard, he was flipped over onto his back, becoming the submissive fighter now.

“Izuku!” you called to him, and his heart raced as you got closer to tear the bigger boy off him. You grabbed under one of his arms and moved to pin down the other, but his elbow came back mid-punch and nailed you in the cheek, and you backed off with a hissed, “Shit.”

You didn’t seem obviously hurt or much fazed by the hit other than your shock, but it didn’t matter when you got touched, when this asshole thought he could get away with that, to Midoriya’s omega.

Midoriya growled and thrusted the alpha off before pouncing to straddle him. “You’re going to pay for that!”

You winced with each hit, you’ve never seen him with that type of aggression. “Hey, Izuku…” He wasn’t paying attention. He was almost acting like a feral if you didn’t know better. It wasn’t normal, and you finally had enough when you heard the weak whimper from under him. “Izuku! Stop, I think he gets it!”

You grasped onto Izuku’s back, hugging him a little. He paused when your arms wrapped around him and your scent hit him so strongly for the first time in his life. He breathed heavily, gulping down at the bloody face under him before he gasped and quickly scrambled up onto his feet.

You pulled Izuku closer to the crowd, as he panted and calmed with the feel of your fingers slipping between his own. The taller Alpha ran up to his friend, kneeling and patting his cheek to coax him back to the conscious world. He groaned, and you were a bit relieved that he opened his eyes, even if he deserved it.

His friend smiled weakly before chuckling out at the bruised face of the student on the floor. “Dude…that little guy fucked you up.”

“Shut up, you dumbass!” the alpha cursed, popping up as the other students laughed. “You just fucking sat there and let it happen!”

“I thought you had it, really.”

You grimaced, holding onto Izuku tighter as you wondered what just happened. You didn’t have much time to consider it when you saw long black hair and a tired, irritated face breaking through the crowd.

Fuck.

The two of you sat alone in your desks in an empty classroom. You sighed, hating in school detention. You were supposed to be learning some really cool things in class today. Instead, you and Midoriya were both being punished. You didn’t use your quirks, so it lightened your sentence to three days of detention.

You glanced to Midoriya, still rigid at his desk. His nails dug against the edge impatiently. His expression tense and he himself silent, only groaning a bit when he would drop his head to his desk and rub against his forearm. You sighed. This is all that assholes fault.

Midoriya’s tension wasn’t from that though. He was more concerned about the boiling in his blood that had him physically sweating under his collar. He long tore off his blazer and undid a few buttons. Fighting for control, he focused on trying to keep his breathing steady, but oxygen suddenly felt too thick to swallow down while his stomach kept aching each time he inhaled your suddenly heavy scent. Always, you said your scent was like coconut, specifically the milk, and he never realized it smelled so good in his life until now, especially as you scooted your desk closer to his.

“Hey, I’m sorry I got us in trouble, Midoriya,” you mumbled and placed your hand on his shoulder. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m fine,” he huskily drawn out. You blinked at the deep, heavy voice given to you and leaned over to get a look at his face.

Midoriya didn’t know why he was suddenly thinking it now, but you looked good with your hair a little messy from the events of the day, and your thighs widening out against your seat, giving an exaggerated sense of fertile feminine curves. Your lips looked good enough to kiss and bruise red with bites right about now. He just really wanted to bend you over the desk and pound you raw until—shit, what is he thinking. You’re in school.

But when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and start your cuddling procedure again, your frame firm but soft against him, those thoughts all go out the window.

Midoriya reached out and clasped your face suddenly. You were pulled into a rough, uncontrolled kiss. Instead of growing more passionate, it started that way, hot and heavy as his tongue glanced over you.

“D-Deku?” you questioned, eyes widened as he pulled away and protectively slid the flat of his tongue across your cheek where you were hit like you were a preciously wounded animal that he had to take care of. You didn’t reject the attention, in fact, it was exciting, but you pushed away because of the odd behavior. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I-I don’t know,” he growled lowly against your lips, and you were shaking at the dropping octaves. He kissed you again, a bit more conscious and steadier as he stood and gripped your shoulders. The desperate grip almost hurt, but your whimper was swallowed down with hungry lips. His hold fell down your shoulders, rubbing up and down your biceps, slightly more comfortable. His chest rose heavy. Rapidly, it rose and fell against your own as he pulled away before rushing back to bite your bottom lip.

“I love you so much, (Name),” he whispered and smothered your neck in kisses.

“I lo—” you couldn’t get a word in edgewise as he kept kissing you, “ve, y-you, too,” you moaned and tilted your head. He took the opportunity to mark your neck, one spot at a time, though it didn’t take long to have a ring around you with the desperate speed he went at you.

“Deku,” you gasped when he fully squeezed your breasts through your school uniform, folding the fabric of your blazer in his hands before hastily undoing the buttons of both it and your shirt underneath. The ones that break off in his rush, lightly clacker against the floor and roll away to hidden corners.

Izuku pulled you up out of your seat, cupping your ass and hopping you up higher on his waist before settling you against the desk. “(Name), grind against me,” he demanded, nipping at your ear. You gave in easily to his demand, rocking your hips against his rock-solid cock. And fuck, you don’t know what’s gotten into him when he kisses and bites at the exposed tops of your tits but you’re not complaining when the smell of grass fills your nose again.

It was so…strong and heady and...Alpha.

So tantalizingly alpha as it mixed with something else your vaguely recognized. It had your body flooding with familiar hormones that had slick soaking through your panties. You didn’t think your heat would start so soon, you always had a few days in advance, but he was driving you mad. Your alluring smell only made him buck harder, and you yelped in his ear.

“(Name)-chan, you smell really good,” he said and tightened his hold around your back to get you physically close as possible. You think if he could melt into you, he would, and you’d gladly do the same.

He knew he was bad for your heat, but he couldn’t stop himself from pulling at his zipper and thrusting his pants midway down his thighs. You quickly sat back and did the same with your panties, letting them slide down your ankles. You didn’t bother to waste time kicking them off. You both needed each other now.

Your body trembled, and you gasped in the pleasure of having his much-needed cock inside you, immediately pulsing and ramming all the way back in one fluid jerk of his hips. “DEKU,” you screamed into his shoulder as he gripped on your hips and repeatedly buried himself inside your desperately clenching cunt.

You held onto him, bouncing back against the desk as he thrusted up into you. You always felt good during sex with him, but this time felt different in an exciting new way. From his sudden dominance to his thick scent, or guttural grunts, you didn’t know which and didn’t care as you finally kicked your undies to the floor and wrapped your legs around him. The room filled with the slapping of skin and smell of raw sex as your juices flowed in between your legs, squelching with every thrust. It was drowned out by both your moans as Izuku snapped his hips into yours, refusing to pull out of you for long before stretching you back out and making you cry with the quickly building force of your orgasm.

Something foreign drew against your body. It pressed against your entrance and ground against you with the rock of his hips. It wasn’t quite big yet and you moaned as it slid into you, locking for a moment before he pulled back out. You vaguely wondered if he was about to knot you.

It had to be impossible.

You whined as he pulled out of you, breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. You only had a small amount of time to gaze down at the base of his slick drenched cock. You clearly saw the bulb of his expanding base there. “Deku,” you breathed out, the dark look in his eyes said he’d figured it out, too.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he huffed out, and you were unsure why he would apologize before he suddenly flipped you over the desk and onto your stomach. You cried out as he plunged back into you at a jackrabbit speed. “I-I can’t stop,” he apologized, squeezing you tighter as he closed his eyes and got lost in the feel of your walls hugging tight and wet around him.

Being bent over made everything squeeze and he felt twice as big going back inside you with one hand gripping your hip to tug you back against him and the other gripping the edge of the desk to steady himself as he pounded into you.

You felt pleasantly numb, as you buried your head in your arms to muffle your cries as you came around him. His first knot took a bit of time to swell up right, but once it did, you skipped past cloud nine, ten, and all the way to cloud 99 as it beat at your aching pussy before giving you what you needed—a full cock and knot burying balls deep inside you. Midoriya groaned, stilling and resting his forehead against your back as he spilled against your cervix.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he panted, rubbing a sweaty forehead against your shoulder as he gently rubbed his fingers through your hair. “I didn’t know it would happen this way.”

“It’s okay, i-it felt amazing,” you sung out. “I didn’t think people presented so late.”

Midoriya nodded, not that you could see that or the bitter smile that followed. “I can finally make your heat go down now,” he commented jokingly, but you recognized the self-deprecation and the distance that rode on those words. Midoriya hated knowing at the end of the day, he was never able to make you this relaxed during without a near hour of build-up. He was relieved he finally could, but it also nagged at his mind that he really wasn’t good enough when he thought he was a beta.

“Deku, y-you know that didn’t matter, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. It never mattered to me if you were an alpha or not, I just liked you because you were you and you made me happy,” you reassured him, wishing desperately that you could see his face more clearly as you turn your head to the side and look up at him from the corner of your eye. “And like you said, I’d would’ve chosen you over an alpha any day,” you smiled sweetly, and his cheeks darkened. “So, will you please kiss me now? I can’t really do it bent over like this.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, gently combing through your hair in the meantime as he waited for his swelling to go down. Midoriya smiled weakly and rubbed his wrist at wet green eyes. He had no idea how he managed to get so lucky in life to have you. “I love you, (Name).”

“I love you, too, but I think we have some time to make up for,” you teased and rocked back against him again, making him moan as you spasmed around his knot.

“(Na-Name), you can’t do that so suddenly. I’m still not used to this,” he hissed and rutted back into you. “S-Shit,” Midoriya growled as his knot loosened and slipped out of you.

Watching you leak with a mix of your cum, he immediately burned with a foreign desire to knot you again and again. Fuck. He supposed he would have to spend the next few days in detention learning something. Practicing on fucking you through your heat seemed like the perfect lesson.

You licked your lips, wantonly, and refused to slow down as you wiggled against his lap. “I need your knot, Deku,” you whimpered, and his blood began to boil again.

“I-I won’t hold back then,” he replied before gripping onto your waist and giving you both what you needed.