Filler Arc, Meow, And Break Away

Filler Arc, Meow, and Break Away

There are a couple fics here and there that I’m glossing over. They exist, they’re there, I’d love to hear from you if you read them! But I don’t want to post every. single. piece I’ve posted. Brevity and all that...

Filler Arc is a work for the Asagao Normal Boots Academy otome game. I never finished it, and it’s pretty heavy as it currently sits. A small fic in a small fandom, a fandom now very heavily entrenched in some warfare that I walked away from well before the first shot was fired.

Meow is for One Punch Man. Honestly, it was the closest I’d ever gotten to a PWP at that point in time, and I was pretty stoked about it. It was a single chapter, but more was definitely meant to come. I still may go back to it, there was a particular fan who was really eager, but...we’ll see.

And then there was “Break Away”....

That story was written when I was in middle school. With the express limit of only having 3 sheets of lined paper on me for the class period. Rather than do the actual WORK...I wrote a very dated, cringy to current me, yaoi fic about two of the characters from Trigun. I posted it to Adultfanfiction.net and for some unknown reason somebody requested more...so I wrote two more chapters. It was digging up this fic aaages later that led me to Ao3 and got me to sign up. It was embarassing in that ‘oh my gods you have no idea how anything works’ kind of way...and I knew that I could do better. So I posted that, December 15th 2013, when I joined Ao3. And, as you can tell, I didn’t do much of anything for a long while afterwards. School, life, the usual...but finally I started to write again. And now Break Away is that funny little starting point that I go to when I think I’ve got no skills or talent, and remind myself of where I came from.

I know, I know, suuuuper corny and self indulgent but ah well.

I KNOW I SAID I WOULD POST MY FICS BUT FIRST LOOKIT THIS SWEET BOI I FOUND TODAY

Aerie (July 4th, 2019)

Technically an interstitial piece of Sojourn. Chronologically it’s the first piece, as it is about Akira and Iwai meeting, but I think I placed it in the middle of the series since that is when I wrote it? It was originally part of Matryoshka, and was going to be the parts of Akira’s story that he told Mishima about. But it was a bit too jarring, and so I ended up taking it out. Once again I couldn’t bear to just delete it so...

Rating: Mature Fandom: Persona 5 Pairing: Munehisa Iwai/ Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya) Warnings/Contents: PAST R*pe/Non-Con (specifically discussed), Spoilers for Persona 5, Underage romance. Adult/High Schooler, established relationship, A/B/O, Akira is pretty cynincal about life. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19471450 Word Count: 3,309 (one shot ficlet) Summary: The unseen beginning to Akira and Iwai's relationship. One little monsoon and two lives are forever redirected. “Why didn’t I meet you sooner?” “Believe me, kid,” Iwai gave a soft, self-deprecating chuckle. “You wouldn’t’a liked me much sooner than this. But ya know me now.” Can be read as a standalone, or as the chronologically first part of the Sojourn series.

~Excerpt~

Realistically, Akira knew there had to be good alphas in the world. The media always loved to paint them that way. And not every omega was raped or brow beaten into relationships and matings, he had known plenty of happily in love couples back home. But they’d seemed so rare, mythical creatures almost in their own right, that the odds he’d ever meet one...and life had only served to prove just how accurate that was.

No, not every alpha could be bad, he just had really... really shitty luck.

“...You are the weirdest alpha I’ve ever met.” Akira sighed, his hands falling away. “I don’t get why you’re so unaffected. Hell, I’m not even unaffected-I kinda want you to fuck me! I’ve already told you I wouldn’t even put up a fight, so why won’t you ?” His eyes widened and shot to Iwai’s neck, searching.

“I’m not mated,” Iwai answered, guessing what the omega was looking for. “And while we’re running down the list, I like guys and omegas just fine, not seeing anyone at the moment...honestly kid, I ain’t unaffected. Been hard enough to cut diamonds the minute I smelled ya. But there’s such a thing as control. I’ve seen what alphas--what people do, maybe not as close and personal as you have, but I’ve still seen it. And it’s...ugly, to say the least. Not all alphas are bastards, kid. But a fuckin’ lot of ‘em are.”

The gunsmith sighed and gripped the steering wheel tightly. “I swore I’d never be one of them. I never wanted to see and smell that kinda fear comin’ offa anyone again.” He leveled his gaze on Akira. “Head on inside, lock up, I’ll hang back and make sure no one’s sniffin’ around.”

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Matryoshka (April 4th, 2018)

The adorable little cinnamon roll Mishima stole my heart, I wanted to see more of him. I also loooove me that Daddy Iwai. So I said both. Both is good.

Rating: EXPLICIT Fandom: Persona 5 Pairing: Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya)/Mishima Yuuki, Munehisa Iwai/ Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya) Warnings/Contents: PAST R*pe/Non-Con (specifically discussed), Spoilers for Persona 5, Underage romance. Adult/High Schooler, established relationship, A/B/O, OmegaxOmega sex, Knotting, Tattoo kink, dirty talk, Daddy Kink, Heat Sex, Breeding Kink, Dick Piercings AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14207370 Word Count: 17,207 (One Shot) Summary: Summoned to the school rooftop, Akira finds Mishima starting his heat and hiding away from the volleyball team. Kamoshida may be gone but his insistence that Mishima ignore his suppressants, and his promise to throw the poor omega to the team as a reward, remain. Luckily Akira knows a perfect place to take the skittish teen to ride out the heat safely, a little slice of heaven tucked away behind a hidden wall in Untouchable. Mishima expects the worst when he's introduced to the alpha owner, Iwai, but the older man proves to be far from the omega's opinions of a typical Alpha. The two omegas share their stories, and eventually, due to extended proximity, their heats, growing closer. Iwai gets dragged into the mix by a sneaky move on Mishima's part, to show his thanks for their gentle care. But can he overcome all the pain and mistrust in his heart, and let someone in? Or someoneS?

~Excerpt~

“So listen kid, I get the feeling you ain’t used to a damn dirty adult bein’ nice to ya-let alone an alpha,” Iwai looked directly at Mishima, but was careful to avoid complete eye contact, knowing the poor omega wouldn’t be able to stand too much scrutiny in the current state he was in. “Believe me or don’t, but I ain’t layin’ a finger on ya. This place is safe, there’s only two ways in or out and the Brat here knows ‘em. S’fully stocked for an omega’s heat, enough to last ya and keep ya goin’ through the worst and the best of it. You got a phone?”

Mishima held back the squeak that bubbled up from him at the sudden question, nodding and reaching for his pocket.

“Good, number to the omega Outreach an’ the local clinic are right here,” the gun merchant rapped a knuckle against a laminated piece of printed paper next to the doorway. “You need help, you call em. My direct phone line is there too.” Iwai’s gaze swung to Akira, who was busily pulling blanket after blanket from the dresser by the window. “You got the Brat here to give you the good tour. Any questions?”

Mishima was squirming where he sat, aware of the slick ruining his uniform pants as it seeped, and the sweat trickling down his...everywhere. It was getting harder to focus on anything other than the fact that there was an alpha in the room. “I...haa...uhm...How...how long do I have to stay?”

Iwai’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and his eyes darted to shoot Akira a scowl before resting on Mishima again. “However long ya need, kid. I ain’t runnin’ a prison or anythin’.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “With as bad as you’re lookin’ though, I’d at least give it the night. S’gettin’ dark already and Shibuya ain’t the kinda place you wanna be this time of the month.”

The older man wasn’t entirely sure how much had actually gotten through to the newcomer-his eyes were going glassy, and they weren’t looking anywhere but at him. alpha fixation. Definitely time to go. He glanced at Akira, who gave a slight nod in agreement, then turned to leave.

“Why?”

Iwai stopped, but didn’t look back, unsure if he could stand to see the confusion, and struggle, and pain that he already heard in the teen’s voice.

“Because not all alphas are bastards, kid. But a fuckin’ lot of ‘em are.”