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Blasts you with random good rendering and a very special boy
November 2024
November 2024 Yandere! Alpha! Merman! Oboro Shirakumo X Omega! Reader. (I do not own Oboro Shirakumo/Loud Cloud. He and all the characters in My Hero Academia or the Vigilantes spin-off belong to Horikoshi Kohei and Hideyuki Furuhashi. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move along. Reader discretion is advised.
TW: reader gains weight for spring breeding purposes, Omegaverse shenanigans, yandere, monster-fucking, blood, some gore, teratophilia, sexual slurs, mention of abuser and stalking, water, pregnancy. WC: 11,500 .
After you had eaten some of the food off your plate and had passed out against your husband who was also asleep as movies played on the T.V. screen. Oboro woke up and looked up at the clock to see that it was now late at night. He gently moved his arm, careful not to disturb you as he was happy that you were finally resting. He didn’t wan want to move you just yet as you seemed comfortable curled into his side. He laid his head back, closed his eyes, and felt the stronger pull of the ocean calling to him, almost making it hard to resist. He helped you book a cabin near the sea to spend your honeymoon at a few days after your wedding to rest from the ceremony. Oboro almost couldn’t wait to take you to the cabin and make you fully his. If anyone dared try to interfere, he would… well, dispose of them. He pulled a blanket over you and let you rest as he scrolled through his phone to make some final preparations before the two of you left for your honeymoon that weekend.
Once you arrive at the Resort, you spend the first week as a normal newly-wedded couple would: Hardly ever leaving the bedroom. You knew that he was a merman before you were married but you didn’t know some of the requirements you needed to have his baby. He requires you to gain fifteen pounds before having his child and he’ll make sure that you gain all the weight needed during the honeymoon. However, coming to the beach for your honeymoon isn’t the only reason why Oboro brings you here. He has learned of the location and status of the man that hurt you so many years ago and he wishes to end him. Even if it means that he must rip out the man’s jugular with his own teeth. He will do anything to keep his darling safe.
You stepped out of the car, taking in the saltiness of the air and sound of the crashing waves on the beach mixing with his sandalwood scent that entered your nose as he helped you get out of the car before staring off into the woods. You noticed his breathing get heavier and his gaze darkening in the direction of the trees that surrounded the cabin. You placed your hand on his chest and made him look in your eyes. Hi expression calmed down when his eyes locked on you and he kissed your head. “Sorry about that, darling. I got a bit sidetracked there. how are you feeling? Feeling better not that we’re here?” He asked as he cupped your head with his hands and looked you in the eyes. You looked back and gave him a soft smile.
“Yes, I do. I feel calmer. The ocean has always brought me calm. But I have a feeling we’re being watched by him. Let’s get inside.” You told him and tapped his arm so he could let you go. Oboro reluctantly let you go, patting your butt as you went to retrieve your purse from the front of the car. He went to the trunk of the car to pull out your suitcases before he rolled them to the porch and unlocked the cabin. He set the bags inside as he waited for you. You carried your purse and snack bag from the passenger side of the car to the front door. You looked to Oboro a little confused.
“What are you doing just standing there? Shouldn’t we go inside?” You asked as you set your bags down, and embraced your husband. Oboro kissed you and quickly swept you off your feet, carrying you in the bridal style fashion through the threshold of the cabin, making sure to mind your head. He set you down on the couch and kissed you before leaving you be to pull your things inside so no one would steal them, placing them on the kitchen counter before his gaze fixated on you. His eyes darkened with hunger as he pulled his shirt off as he walked to you, never letting his gaze falter. You felt your face flush bright red as he approached you, watching as he towered over your form laying on the couch in the living room. He pulled you close and kissed you deeply.
“Do you remember why we’re here, my love?” He asked as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. You looked into his eyes that expressed a seriousness about them and tilted your head in confusion.
“We’re here for our honeymoon. What else did you have in mind?” You asked. He smiled, trying to throw you off his true intentions other than spending your honeymoon here.
“My love, what do you have on your mind?” You asked again, trying to capture his attention from being buried in your neck.
“Keeping you full and happy. I also have some business to take care of while we’re here. You just relax and enjoy your time here while I’m out.” He told you and this made you worried. You wanted to know what he had going on in his mind and what his ulterior motives were for this trip other than spending every waking moment with you, sharing moments of bliss and pleasure between each other and prepping for the spring season where he would give you, his child. There was one thing holding him back from breeding you full of his clutch now: your weight. According to him, you were far too thin to carry the eggs of his people. You needed to put on at least fifteen pounds before spring and he was going to make sure you did. He walked over to the table and eyed you up and down before wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you into the bedroom. He laid you on the bed and helped you out of your jeans before you stopped him.
“We need to put the food away.” You told him and he groaned in protest with his face buried in your neck.
“Not yet. The food can wait a bit longer.” He spoke and held you a little tighter.
“The ice packs will melt or are already melted by now.” You told him and he pressed his body down on you to trap you there.
“Let them melt. I want you all to myself for a bit longer.” He spoke and held you close, nipping at the soft flesh of your neck, and leaving some marks.
“Oboro. You can have me all you want after we be responsible adults and put the food away before it goes bad.” You told him. and rubbed his back. He groaned and got off you and let you get off the bed, watching you leave the bedroom and go into the kitchen. He stood up and followed you into the kitchen to help you unpack the food. Once that task was done, however, he immediately went to wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face in your neck as you were putting the last of the food away.
This was rather unusual for him to be this clingy around you. He normally liked to stand back or sit in a chair while you went about working at your tasked with a loving look in his eyes. There was something about his grip on your waist that seemed more possessive and the way he nuzzled into your neck to take in your scent seemed more lustful than before. You noticed that his urges to claim you was stronger than ever as his sandalwood and sea salt scent washed over you, wrapping you in a warm embrace. You were concerned about him since this wasn’t his normal behavior when he was around you.
“Oboro! Why are you being so clingy? I know we’re on our honeymoon, but this is unnatural for you.” You told him and turned to look at him with furrowed brows. You could see the same look on his face that he had earlier. Like he was planning something. You cupped the side of his face with your hand and looked into his eyes.
This was rather unusual for him to be this clingy around you. He normally liked to stand back or sit in a chair while you went about working at your tasked with a loving look in his eyes. There was something about his grip on your waist that seemed more possessive and the way he nuzzled into your neck to take in your scent seemed more lustful than before. You noticed that his urges to claim you was stronger than ever as his sandalwood and sea salt scent washed over you, wrapping you in a warm embrace. You were concerned about him since this wasn’t his normal behavior when he was around you.
“Oboro! Why are you being so clingy? I know we’re on our honeymoon, but this is unnatural for you.” You told him and turned to look at him with furrowed brows. You could see the same look on his face that he had earlier. Like he was planning something. You cupped the side of his face with your hand and looked into his eyes.
“My love, what are you planning? I can see on your face that there’s something on your mind and I don’t think those thoughts have to do with you and me in the bedroom doing things that a newly married couple should be doing on their honeymoon.” You spoke and wrapped your arms around his neck as you wanted a straight answer from him instead of him evading your questions. He held you by the waist and nuzzled you closely, trying to distract you with love bites.
“Fine, you got me. I learned of the location of the person who abused you. He’s in the forest around this cabin. I plan to end him so he never bothers you again. I made a vow to you that I would keep you safe from any form of harm when we were on that altar and with that man still alive, he is still a threat until he’s dead.” He spoke as his gaze intensified as he kept eye contact with you. Your eyes widened at his plan. You mind thought back to the times that your abuser found you either online or on the street and called you many rude names or sexual slurs only because of the few times he learned about your dirty mind, calling you out for it, and making you feel guilty about having such thoughts that you shoved them away entirely. Your abuser also shamed you for being overweight and told you that you would never find a man that would love you because of your size. You always felt uneasy whenever your abuser was around with his smug grin plastered on his face, eyeing you if you were a piece of meat. You knew that murder was bad, but you needed to see him gone, even take his life by your own hands if you must so you could live in peace.
“If you kill him, I need to see it happen. I need to know that he’s dead, either by my hand or yours. Do you think the sea will take his body? I don’t need him stuck in the earth to have a chance to respawn. We also need to find his base of operations, burn it, and dispose of whoever follows him so there is no chance of him coming back.” You told him. Oboro’s eyes widened as he realized what you were saying. His mind was working in overdrive to wrap itself around the idea of you fighting alongside him. He wanted to keep you safe.
“I want to keep you safe. You can watch if I get his body here. I’ll let you tell me what you wish to see happen to him.” Oboro spoke and held you in his arms.
“Sounds like a plan. What do you want to do first?” You asked as you pulled yourself up on the counter and kissing him gently. He placed his hand on your lower stomach and returned the kiss.
“I plan to get this nice and full then I’ll go out and scout where this bastard’s operating out of and come back to you to plot a plan.” He says and places kisses on your neck. You smile and hold him close as he leaves love bites on your neck.
“That sounds great, my love.” You told him, letting him nuzzle into your neck and take in your scent. Oboro left a few kisses on your neck before he reluctantly pulled away from you to get food from the fridge and set it on the table.
“Come here, my darling.” He cooed and you hopped off the counter to go to where he was standing by a chair at the dining table which he had pulled out for you. You sat down and he pushed your chair in, sitting next to you as you began to eat. Oboro watched you do so, rubbing the side of your stomach as it bloated out with each bite you finished. You looked at the plate hesitantly when he placed down a second helping in front of you. He rubbed your stomach gently and kissed your head.
“You’re eating so well, my love. One more plate after this and I’ll let you rest. Remember what this is for?” He asked.
“This is so I can have your baby in the spring.” You reminded yourself and took another bite. Oboro stood behind you and put his hands on your shoulders as you ate, leaning down to whisper something into your ear.
“I can’t wait to see how big and round you’ll get with my clutch in the spring. I bet you won’t be able to move at all.” He spoke, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Will you need to mark me in the water?” You asked between bites.
“That is preferred for my people. The salt water will help with the seal.” He said as he kept a hand on your shoulder as you kept on eating.
“Good. I can’t wait.” You told him as you reached halfway through your third plate of food. Oboro smiled and sat back down next to you to watch you eat the rest of your food and prepare your final round of food. He smiled as you ate the last bite off your plate and sat back, looking very stuffed, and bloated. He rubbed soothing circles on your stomach and kissed you gently.
“What would you like for your last round of food?” He asked as he kept his hands on your stomach, rubbing gently, and looking you in the eyes.
“I don’t know. I’m so full, I don’t think I can fit another bite.” You told him and he kissed you again.
“Just have a few bites of your favorite dessert. I made sure to bring it to spoil you with it.” He said quietly into your ear and kissed you more.
“Damn, you’re irresistible like this. All stuffed and bloated for me. Such a good girl.” He spoke and ran his hand up your stomach. You groaned as you shifted to sit up a bit better and passed your plate back to your husband.
“Not too much. You made sure I ate enough.” You told him as you looked up to him. He smiled and took your plate, walking to the kitchen, placing your plate on the counter, and pulling something out of the fridge that looked like your favorite dessert. Oboro pulled out a large portion of the treat and set it on your plate before he placed the dish in front of you. You took a deep breath as you saw the amount of the sweet delicacy on the plate and you picked up your fork to begin eating. You enjoyed every bite of the treat and whimpered in slight pain as your stomach grew fuller and fuller, pushing out against the waistband of your pants, and threatening to spill over the band. You pushed the last bite of food into your mouth before you sat back in your chair and gave in, sliding the waistband of your pants under the curve of your bloated stomach and rubbing at the angry red lines that marked your skin. Oboro rubbed your stomach and kissed your head.
“Good girl. Let’s get you settled in the bedroom.” He spoke and took care of your plate as you took a moment to digest and let your stomach settle before you even dared to move. Once you felt safe enough to move, you sat up in your chair, braced yourself against the table before you attempted to stand, and made your way over to the bedroom to sleep off all this food. Oboro quickly rushed to your side and guided you into the bedroom. He helped you into the bed and made sure you were settled before he kissed your head and pulled out some clothes to change into while he went out to scout out where your abuser was hiding. When you were resting, Oboro pulled his shirt on and; buttoned it up, walking out into the storm that had pulled in off the coast. Now was the time to end the person that hurt you and let his body become fish food. Oboro walked through the heavy rain, and into the woods with his quarterstaff in hand. He found your abuser and his lackies in a clearing waiting for him. “So, you finally show up. About time you left that bitch alone to let her deal with her own problems. That slut made a mistake even telling you about our private matters.” The scumbag spoke and showed Oboro an overconfident smile. Oboro’s blood boiled at his words.
“You keep those words out of your mouth. Y/n isn’t any of that. She did the right thing by telling others about the things you did to her. She is stronger than you. She has done her part of the battle, now it’s my turn.” Oboro growled and gripped his staff before lunging at the group of men.
“Make sure he doesn’t leave this clearing without some injuries.” The abuser spoke and his followers attacked Oboro, throwing punches and kicks at him which he easily evaded and dodged, knocking the grunts down until it was only him and the abuser left standing.
“My business is with you. Those men have nothing to do with this.” Oboro spoke and pointed the end of his weapon at the wide-eyed man sitting on the stump in front of him.
“How did you-.”
“Take all those grunts down easily? I’ve had training. Like I said before, my issue is with you. Stop evading this and deal with it like a man.” Oboro spoke, flashing him his signature grin, sending a shiver down his opponent’s spine.
“W-What are you going to do to me?” He stammered, trying to back up and get away.
“I think you know what you deserve. And I’m going to give it to you.” Oboro spoke and stepped closer. The abuser smirked, though his hands shook, giving away the fear he still felt.
“I deserve to have Y/n back under my control. She was such a good little proxy of mine.” He spoke and stood up, his height now towering a few inches above Oboro. Oboro’s eyes widened as he saw the stature of the man who gave you so much pain and suffering. His brow furrowed and he took up a stance.
“You will never lay a hand on her again. You will have to get through me.” Oboro spoke and pulled his staff back to bring it down in a strike on his opponent, who dodged and pushed Oboro to the beach, which was a mistake on his part. What your abuser didn’t know was that Oboro was a merman and had strength in the water. He was at a disadvantage already with the heavy downpour and the fight but he didn’t care, he only wanted you back. He wanted to have his deeply rooted, infectious control over you again. He wanted you to be his plaything, the thing he could do anything to without consequences.
This has changed.
You have broken your connection to him and found Oboro who treated you better, respected your boundaries, kept you safe from harm, and provided what you needed when you asked for it.
To draw the abuser away from the beach, Oboro ran into the woods, hoping to draw the abuser onto the beach and loose him there, hoping to watch the scumbag of a man give up and return home, hopefully with a cold from being out in the rain for so long. Oboro heard the abuser close on his heels so he summoned a cloud, quickly hopping onto the vessel, and rising up into the trees near the cliff edge. Oboro watched as the man ran on to the beach and run in either direction for a while in the heavy rain, calling out Oboro’s name.
Oboro resisted the urge to follow the man onto the beach, knock him out, and tie him to the back porch to let you do what you wanted to him. That will have to happen another day. Oboro hid himself amongst the trees to contemplate following the man to his hideout so he could tell you where it was or just going back to the cabin to spend more time with you. He leaned against the trunk of the tree as he watched the monster of a man come up from the beach searching for him. Oboro held his breath and didn’t move a muscle, hoping the man wouldn’t see him.
The man growled and screeched in frustration before disappearing into the bushes. Once the man was out of sight, Oboro exhaled and decided to head home to dry off and warm up so he wouldn’t get sick. Oboro wanted to wait before kidnapping the man and letting you have at him, letting out all your anger at the person that harmed you.
This was only a scouting mission after all. On the way back to the Cabin, Oboro went back to the clearing and found a path that he followed and found a large, withered mansion that looked to be painted a dull and depressing shade of grey. Oboro didn’t dare entered the clearing in case of any of the abuser’s followers were waiting around even in the heavy downpour. Using his excellent eyesight, Oboro made out the faint shape of several tents and an R.V. in a circle next to the depressing and eerie mansion. He counted how many there were and saw someone exit the R.V. with the abuse right behind him. Oboro stayed hidden in the trees but still watched as the two interacted.
“That bastard has no right to have claim on her. She’s mine and I swear I’ll get that bitch back.” Abuser spoke and went into his tent with the follower right behind him. Oboro growled with anger at the man’s words, resisting the urge to kidnap that monster now and dragging him back to beat him within an inch of his life before handing him over to you.
He gave up the idea of wanting to scare the people there and go back home to you and spend some time with you. It was your honeymoon after all and wanted to make the best of it. Oboro turned, and stomped up the path, through the clearing, and back into the house.
Once he entered the house, he went to the bedroom and saw you sound asleep. He smiled softly and kissed your head before grabbing a change of clothes and going to the bathroom to shower. You stirred from your sleep, opening your eyes, and looking to the bathroom where you heard the shower running. You slowly got out of bed and wandered over to where the noise was coming from.
You saw standing in the middle of the tiled living room, a dark figure that had a startling presence that froze you in place. The figure looked at you with piercing blue eyes that shook you to your very core.
“Oboro? Is that you? Are you okay?” You asked as you waited by the door. Oboro heard your voice and walked to the door, flicking the light switch on so you could see his very naked form in front of you.
“It’s just me, my love. I’m fine. I’m just taking a shower to warm up. It was raining hard while I was out there scouting. Do you want to join me?” He asked as he opened the door a bit to look at you while you spoke. Your eyes widened at what he was implying, nodding in approval, letting him pull you into the bathroom, and closing the door behind you.
Oboro wrapped his arms around you and helped you out of your pesky clothes that got in his way from touching your soft and supple skin. He slid his hands down your waist and gripped at the new softness of your body. He pushed down your pants and underwear before tossing them into the hamper with his own clothes. He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before he carried you into the shower, letting the water beat down on the both of you to warm your bodies up.
After the shower, Oboro got out of the shower and helped you out, wrapping a towel around you before helping you step out of the tub. You fidgeted with the corner of your towel before looking up at him. Your mind raced with what your husband saw on his scouting mission. You looked up at him as he placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Did you see him?” You asked as you looked him intensely in the eyes. Oboro hesitated to tell you what he saw but soon sighed as he gave in.
“I did see him. I knocked out the grunts he had with him before he tried chasing me onto the beach. I didn’t follow him though. I contemplated going out to try and find his hideout but I decided to do that another day. I am on my honeymoon with my wife after all.” He spoke and kissed you gently.
“How’s your stomach feeling?” He added as he rubbed the side of your stomach with so little pressure that it might as well have been caressing.
“I feel fine.” You reassured him before he kissed you again.
“That’s good. Are you feeling hungry again?” He asked as he held you by the waist.
“I could go for something smaller than what you had me eat earlier.” You spoke and leaned into him gently. Oboro places his chin on your shoulder and looks down at the small curve poking out from under your towel.
“What’s on your mind, my love?” You asked as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair.
“I’m just imagining what you’ll look like with my clutch in you.” He spoke and left gentle nips on your neck. You smiled fondly and went to get changed into some loose clothes for better comfort. Oboro went into the kitchen to prep you something to eat while you looked over a map of the area and saw some clearings in the area. You marked them down so either Oboro or you could check them out later.
Oboro walked over with a sandwich on a plate, setting it next to you, and watching you scan the map for any probable clue as to where he would hide.
“I think I’ve narrowed down the possible places where he and his men could be hiding.” You say as you look up from the map and over to Oboro who was still watching you in a loving manner. You smiled and showed him the places on the map that you thought to be ideal to set up a camp. You pointed to a larger clearing only about a ten-minute walk from the cabin.
“This seems to be the most likely place for him to set up camp.” You spoke.
“That clearing is a bit big, why do you think he would be there?” Oboro asked.
“He can summon a mansion to house him and his army. He will need a decent amount of space to summon the mansion and have enough training grounds for his proxies.” You explained as you ate your sandwich, feeling a bit numb as you recalled what your abuser needed to set up camp. Oboro noticed the air around you shift and your face darkened as you set down the sandwich and took some deep breaths. He held you close and kissed your head.
“We will end him. We could do it tonight but the weather outside is too nasty for us. I might have extra strength in the rain but I don’t want you to get sick because you get too cold from being out in the rain for so long. Let’s try to enjoy tonight and get our minds off the stress. We can go out looking for his mansion in the morning.” Oboro said and kissed you gently.
You kissed him back and sighed as your mind was still lingering on the things that the man and his followers did to you all those years ago. Seven to be exact. There was a fact you learned not too long ago that, every seven years, all the cells in your body would be replaced and you’d have a new body. You’d have a body that was never touched or harmed by that man and his followers. Yet had been feeling your body wanting to purge something, like it was a roadblock preventing you from moving on with your life.
You knew that you were going to get married to Oboro, but you couldn’t see yourself doing anything else beyond your honeymoon and living your life as his wife. You knew you needed to overcome this trauma if you wanted to live your life with nothing hanging over you like a dark cloud. You needed to dispose of that trauma, and bury it away in the one place that made you feel calm and safe: the ocean.
You told Oboro about this and he supported you fully, wanting to keep you safe and rid the world of anything that would dare harm you or cause you pain. It was his main goal in life to keep you safe. To make you all his and let no one else get in his way of having you in his arms. Oboro kissed your cheek to pull you out of your thoughts and back to reality.
“Hey, You got lost in your thoughts again, didn’t you?” He asked. You nodded and he gave you a soft smile. He leaned into you, nuzzling into your hair and speaking quietly.
“I can’t wait to wrap my tail around you and mate with you in the water. I can’t wait to see my mark form on your skin so anyone who dares look at you wrong will know that you’re mine.” He says and trails his teeth over the upper edge of your ear and down to your earlobe.
“I believe I will have to pleasure you in other ways before I mark you though.” He spoke, his voice deepening with a lustful tone and his eyes darkening with the desire to claim you in the bedroom in every way he knew how to.
“If you aren’t careful darling, I’ll have to claim and mark you in the bedroom now and throw the tradition out the window.” He spoke and placed kisses on your neck. You wanted that more than anything but there was something that needed to be done before anything else. Before you could finally be mated to him.
“I’m not ready yet. I want that bastard and his followers dead and gone before I let you mark me.” You spoke, placing your hands on his arms that he had wrapped around your waist to rub your stomach.
“How about more stuffing tonight then?” He asked.
“What did you have in mind to stuff me with?” You asked.
“A big bowl of pasta with some kind of sauce and garlic bread.” He spoke while rubbing your stomach.
“That sounds amazing.” You told him and he kissed you again.
“Go get settled and I’ll get cooking. Unless you want to help, then I don’t think I can stop you there, my love.” He spoke and you took up his offer to rest and relax while he spoiled you with dinner. He made sure you were settled before he disappeared into the kitchen to begin cooking.
After the food was made, he set the plates down on the table and found you nesting in the bedroom. He smiled at the sight of you making yourself comfortable in the bedroom.
“Food’s ready, my love.” He spoke as he leaned into the doorway as he watched you finish a wall in your nest before coming to his side so he could guide you to the kitchen and surprise you with the vast amount of food he made. He covered your eyes and opened them for you to see the spread of various pasta on the table.
“All for you, my love.” He spoke and held your waist.
“This is a lot of food. You are intent on getting me fatter, aren’t you?” You asked as he rubbed your belly.
“Yes, and you need energy for tomorrow. You’re coming with me to find his mansion and burn it down. We’re going to smoke out that bastard and his followers and make him pay for what they did to you.” He whispered into your ear. You grew excited at the thought of making your abuser feel the pain that you did when he hurt you. The two of you sat down across from each other at the table to begin eating. He would sneak some pasta onto your plate when you weren’t looking as the two of you talked, planning out how you would take down the abuser.
You noticed Oboro sneaking another generous portion of mac and cheese onto your plate while you spoke.
“Hey, you’ve been sneaking a lot onto my plate tonight. If you aren’t careful, we will have to slip out into the storm, and let you mark me now.” You told him as he finished sliding the mac and cheese onto your plate.
“Fine, I’ll back off here. At least eat all that before we sleep.” He spoke with a playful roll of his eyes. You ate the food that he gave you and felt yourself grow sleepy. Your body wanted to have this trauma released and buried in the sea, washed away like a bucket of water splashed on a dirty side walk. You pushed your empty plate away from you and stood up slowly. Oboro rushed to your side, helping you stand, and walked with you to the bedroom to rest and digest the meal you consumed. He made sure you were settled and sleeping peacefully before he went to clean up the dirty dishes. AS he was quietly washed the dishes, he listened to the rain picking up outside that was seeming to mix with the occasional thump or thud of something hitting the back sliding doors and the deck. Oboro finished scrubbing the pot he was cleaning and set it to dry before investigating the sound. He pulled on his aviator jacket and goggles, grabbing his quarter-staff before stepping outside into the storm. He heard scattered laughter from a group of young men that he recognized from the camp site watched them run up the beach while one stayed behind, aiming a rock in his slingshot at Oboro, pulling back, and letting the rock fly, only to be caught in Oboro’s hand. The kid wearing a dark hoodie and jeans fell backwards onto the wet sand as the striking blue of the merman’s eyes made him falter. Thunder rolled and lighting flashed, illuminating Oboro’s form to the young man, making him curse under his breath and scramble to his feet and run up the beach after his friends. Oboro used his sight and temporary illuminations from the lighting when it cracked across the sky to figure out who dared try to infiltrate his home. there were four kids in hoodies that only looked to be friends of that monster who hurt you. Oboro began to hop over the railing when he heard the steps behind him creaking as if someone was walking up them and he whipped his head around to see your abuser standing at the top of the stairs looking at him. “Where is she?” He asked and stepped closer. “Where is Y/n?” He demanded. “I can’t tell you that.” Oboro spoke as he hopped off the railing and approached your abuser. The monster grabbed Oboro’s collar and shook him a little. “You freak! You will tell me where that bitch is so I can take her back. That whore is mine and no one can claim her and her filthy mind.” The abuser spoke and Oboro’s mind went blank with rage. He grabbed the abuser by the shirt and pushed him up against the wall of the house. “Listen here, you monster, I tried being nice. I tried playing it safe and careful. But I’m done being the good guy to you. Its time you get the punishment you deserve for hurting my wife.” Oboro growled at him and let his collar go and threw a few punches at him, landing one square in his eye and another in his jaw. The abuser shrieked with pain which fueled Oboro’s anger. His noises of pain would surely wake you from your peaceful slumber. Oboro couldn’t have that but it was too late. He looked up to see a nightstand light flick on and your silhouette sit up from the bed. Oboro glared down at your abuser with his smug grin on his face. “Listen here, you scumbag. When she comes over to see what woke her up, you are to stay silent or your head will be splattered all over the rocks on the cliffside, got it?” Oboro threatened. Your abuser’s eyes widened as he realized that your husband was serious. Oboro looked up again to see you approach the sliding door that led into the master bedroom. You looked to see Oboro stood on the other side of the sliding door looking at you. He was drenched from head to toe and panting in the heavy downpour outside. A crack of lightning illuminated the scene on the back deck for only a moment. You covered your mouth in horror as you saw that Oboro had a firm grip on the collar of your abuser’s shirt. He was bleeding and dark purple splotches were blooming on his skin, making it clear that Oboro had certainly done a number on him
“I got him now, darling. Come outside. It’s time to finish him.” You heard Oboro tell you. Your expression darkened and you grabbed your trident, watching the fear grow on your abuser’s face before it quickly turned into a twisted grin.
“Well, if it isn’t-.” He began to speak before he was hit over the back of the head by Oboro and falling to his knees.
“What did I say?” He spoke threateningly into his ear.
“K-keep quiet.”
“That’s right. Now shut up or I’ll have to rip out your tongue, got it?” Oboro said moving his hand to hold the back of his neck. Your abuser gulped loudly as you stood before him. You knelt to look him in the eyes.
“Look who’s face is in the dirt now. My, my… how the tables have turned.” You spoke and looked your abuser in the eyes. You couldn’t read anything from him so you set his head down and looked to your husband.
“Take him down to the rocky platform. I’ll be there in a moment.” You told him. Oboro nodded and dragged your abuser down to the patio area. With a few deep breaths, you gathered your courage and followed him to the patio overlooking the water. Oboro had tossed your abuser against the rocks and transformed down into his merman form, letting his primal, protective instincts take over. He glanced up at you and shielded you from your abuser. One thing you did notice was Oboro’s eyes. They were almost completely dilated black as if his merman instincts were telling him to attack, though, he held back, waiting on your command.
You sat down in one of the plastic chairs under the deck of the cabin and stared at the helpless form of your abuser. Oboro let out a low whine as he grew impatient as the ability to resist his urge to rip out the throat of the monster in front of him was waning Your eyes moved between your husband and your abuser, waiting for the right moment to sick Oboro on him. You heard the pleading whimpers of your abuser and the snarls of distaste coming from Oboro as he pulled back, ready to strike.
“Be patient, my love. Let him struggle a bit longer.” You spoke and Oboro growled in protest, crawling over to your side, not taking his eyes off your abuser. You watched your abuser grow more and more panicked, coming close to begging for his death.
“Please! Just end me now! Or let me go! I won’t bother you ever again!” he pleaded, tears running down his face. You were tired of his antics.
“Attack.” You spoke and Oboro, who had been waiting this whole time lunged at your abuser, going for his throat, and ripping it out with his teeth. You listened to the strangling screams of your abuser die out with the sounds of the raging storm outside. You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. You watched as Oboro looked back at you with the same primal look and blood dripping down his chin.
“You did good. Go find his followers. They are probably nearby. I’ll finish him off.” You spoke as you gripped your weapon and walked to the body of your abuser, raising your weapon, and bringing it down on his head. You did these motions enough times that he was dead, the only thing left was a bloody pulp where his brains and face would be. You panted and looked at the lifeless form of your abuser.
You collapsed into a seated position on the ground, hand still tightly wrapped around your trident as you processed what you just did. You leaned against the wooden pillar for a while as you listened to the rain beat down on the rocky area, washing the blood into the surrounding patches of grass near the patio. Oboro came back standing on two legs and wiping the blood off his chin as he approached you. He saw you staring at the lifeless form of your abuser in front of you with such hatred and anger that he walked closer and touched your shoulder. You jumped, though quickly, relaxed when you realized it was him.
“He’s dead by your hand, my love. It’s time to bury him.” He spoke and sat next to you.
“I know he’s dead. I watched him die. I don’t believe it though. He’s come back from things worse than this in the past.” You spoke.
“Then bind him down to the earth so his spirit may never wander free.” Oboro spoke and rubbed your back to let him hold you in his arms. Once in his grasp, you let the pent-up emotions out by crying. You cried hard, letting your tears mix with the droplets of rain. Oboro sunk down with you in his arms, rubbing your back in soothing motions, and whispering words of praise and encouragement into your ear.
“You did so well. He’s gone and so are his followers. There is a hole waiting for him on the beach. I’ve already buried all his followers. I’ll help you when you’re ready.” He told you. You wiped away your tears and looked up to the body.
“I’m ready. Did you get the stones I gathered earlier?” You asked. Oboro nodded and helped you carry the body down the steps, being careful as they were wet from the relentless rain that signaled an oncoming storm.
“We need to move quickly. The storm will be here soon.” He informed you as you arrived on the beach. He helped you place the body into the hole he dug into the sand as you gathered your bucket of rocks that you wanted to line the graves with. Oboro grabbed a shovel and handed it to you after you set down the bucket. You began to shovel sand over the body as you spoke a phrase under your breath.
“Create a chain that binds, I bind you to the earth, may you never walk free again.” You said, over and over until the body was entirely buried and you surrounded the graves with the rocks you found a few days prior. You drew your seal on the tops of the graves to seal the monsters down so you’d never see them around again. You managed to finish in the nick of time as the rain began to pour harder as the storm grew closer. Oboro grabbed you by the waist and led you inside. He told you to go take a hot shower while he made you something to help warm you up from the cold.
After the body had been dead, and buried, you felt a sense of relief that they were gone now. No longer able to wander the Earth and give you unwanted stress or drama. You broke down crying on the sand next to Oboro, glad that he was gone, never to bother you again. Oboro sat next to you, rubbing your back, and holding you close as you purged out what you were feeling.
“I have you, my love. He’s gone. He will never hurt you again. He has no hold on you anymore.” He told you as his gaze fixated on the point where he buried the bodies of the man’s lackies that got in his way.
“Let it all out, my love. Take all the time you need. I’ll keep you safe.” He spoke and kissed your head as he wrapped his arms around you.
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After you had cleaned your body of the blood of your abuser, you put on your bathing suit and your bathrobe before you left through the back deck of the cabin, walked down the path to the beach and took your sandals off, and took a deep breath before you slipped your robe off and set it on the nearby boulder on the shore, keeping your eyes on the unnaturally quiet water in front of you. You saw Oboro’s head peek out of the water, his eyes seeming to beckon you to the edge of the water. You felt your body move on its own as you met him at the edge of the water. He swam closer to meet you in the shallows where you’d normally wade and he waited for you to enter the water. You waded in, letting the water rise over your ankles, knees, and finally, when you were waist-deep, Oboro swam up to you and grabbed you by wrapping his strong arms around you.
“Relax now my love, I have you now.” He spoke and you held onto him.
You relaxed in his grasp, letting him support you as he swam behind some rocks that protruded out of the water. He leaned you against them and kissed his way down your neck, leaving a trail of love marks on your skin. He slid his hand under the hem of your top, sliding his hand up to cup your breast and kiss you more. You gasped and settled down to his touch as you felt his powerful tail wrap around one of your legs.
“That’s it, my love. Just relax. Tell me where you want my mark.” He spoke and hovered over your neck as you contemplated whether you wanted his mark displayed for all to see or to be kept hidden. You knew where you wanted his mark but you wanted to put his opinion into account. You pulled away from his chain of passionate kisses and looked him in the eyes.
“Do you want your mark to be seen for all to see or kept hidden, only for us to see?” You asked. His eyes lit up when you asked him that question and the corners of his mouth curled up into a grin.
“I want my mark out for everyone to see. I want any other Alphas to know that you’re mine and they will have to fight me if they dare to try and take you.” He spoke into your ear while one of his hands cupped the side of your face, the other encouraging your legs to wrap around his waist. You felt your face flush bright red when he said that and he chuckled.
“Good girl. Where would you like my mark to be shown?” He asked. You thought for a moment then tapped the back of your neck, gesturing at the bone that sat between your shoulder blades.
“I want it there. It might not be visible all the time, but it’s a good spot to show it off when get dressed up.” You told him and he kissed you close to your neck.
“That’s perfect, my love. A dress that would be low enough in the back to show my mark off would be perfect.” He whispered against your skin, leaving a bite mark behind. You turned over to show him the back of your neck. Oboro let you shift around so he could mark you. He stared at the back of your neck, leaning down to kiss the area gently, eventually baring his fangs, dragging them down the back of your neck and down your spine a little, causing you to shudder under him. Oboro chuckled and kissed the spot again, gripping your hip as he did so.
“Ready, baby?” He asked. You nodded and he bit down on the back of your neck, biting harder until blood entered his mouth. He licked the mark clean and pulled away, watching the mark heal over, and form a cloud in a circle on the back of your neck.
“You’re all mine. Now, how does the idea of receiving my clutch and becoming even more swollen and round for me sound, my love?” He asked.
You felt your face flush even deeper red at his comment. You nodded yes in response, watching him move down to your pants and pull your waistband down with his teeth. He slid the elastic into his hand which he slid off your hips, down your legs, and discard them to the side of the bed on the floor. He kissed his way back up to your thighs before he hooked them both over his shoulders. His eyes stared up at you with darkened desire of lust. He bit on your thighs, making sure to leave plenty of move bites behind. He hovered over your lower stomach and spread your legs a bit wider. You felt your face flush a deeper shade of red, trying to hide your embarrassment in the pillow under your head. Oboro squeezed your thigh until you looked at him.
“Don’t be shy now, my love.” He spoke and coaxed your legs apart a little farther before he went down on you. You let your hand intertwine with his soft, cloud-like locks, feeling them move on their own against the palm of your hand. You let them move and flow on their own before you focused on one and tugged slightly, earning a pleasured moan from your husband.
You tugged again and he moaned again, looking up at you with eyes rolling back into his skull.
“You really like that, don’t you, my pet?” You asked.
“Yes, Master.” You heard Oboro say, his head leaning into your hand. Your eyes widened and your expression softened as he submitted to you.
“That’s a good boy.” You told him and something sparked in his eyes. He went back down to sucking you off and taking in the slick that leaked out of you. He licked between your folds and nipped gently, making you writhe against him.
“Careful, darling. I’m getting close.” You spoke as you held his head down between your legs. He muttered against your heat, sucking, and lickings until your hips rolled down in a staggering motion, and your body twitched and you released your slick onto his face. He pulled away from you to wait until you’ve finished and began to clean you up.
“You taste so good, baby.” He spoke as he licked up the last of your slick from folds. He unhooked your legs from his shoulders gently and sat up before pulling you in his lap and wrapping his modesty garment around your waist, and sinching it tightly to make sure you weren’t going anywhere. You gasped and pressed yourself into him, hiding your face in his neck. He held you close and rubbed your back.
“You were so good, sweetheart. Take a moment and drink some water. I’m almost to the point where I’m able to breed you full of my clutch.” He spoke as he handed you your water bottle and watched you drink it down. He rubbed your back and kissed your head.
“Good girl. Now let’s get you comfortable so you can ride me.” He said with a grin plastered on his face. You felt even more embarrassed as he pulled you out from your hiding place in his neck and looked you in the eyes.
“Relax and let me care for you.” He spoke and tilted your head up to look at him. He pulled you into a kiss and laid back with his hands gripping your hips and controlling your movements. He helped you line up with his erection and slide you down onto his length and letting out a moan of pleasure as you adjusted to his size. Oboro enjoyed the moans of pleasure coming from your mouth ----- they sounded like music to his ears. Once you were adjusted to his girth and size, he kissed you again, but deeper and more passionate than before. He nipped at the raised edges of his mark which sent shudders down your spine and kickstarted you grinding on him. He held onto you and pressed his forehead against yours as he watched you ride up and down on his cock.
“That’s it, darling. Do you see my knot forming? Do you want it?” He asked and you wrapped your arms around his neck, entangling your fingers into the hair on the back of his neck and head as you looked down.
“I want your knot to fill me up, making my stomach get bigger and rounder with your eggs. Please.” You begged.
“Who’s the pet now~.” He teased and gripped your butt. You kissed on his neck and tugged at the floating locks on the back of his neck, which earned you another moan from him.
“I’m still the one in control here.” You reminded him. As you pulled his head back so you could look him in the eyes.
“Yes, master.” He spoke and kissed you deeply as he moved your hips up and down on his shaft until you both could feel your orgasms grow close. He moved your head to look him in the eyes before he tilted your head to the side and bit down on the unmarked sides of your neck as he pulled you down on his knot and released with a deep, guttural groan from his chest as he claimed you as his own. Now no one could touch you.
“You’re all mine. No one will ever try to take you from me again.” He spoke and looked you in the eyes again. They had a brighter glow and possessive look. As you stared into his eyes, you felt something different about him.
“Who are you?” You asked.
“I am still Oboro Shirakumo. I am a crown prince of Atlantis; Poseidon is my father and my mother is a human. You are to be my bride.” He spoke as he held you close. Your eyes widened at this news. You knew he was a merman but you didn’t think he was royalty. You looked up into his eyes, wanting to ask him something, but he already knew what you were going to ask.
“That bastard has become fish food. If not oceanic fertilizer. Or burning material. He will never hurt you again.” He spoke as he ran his hands up your back and held you close. You leaned into him and let your trauma release. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders and leave through a point right below Oboro’s mark and between your shoulder blades. You cried harder as you felt it leave your body and disappear into the night.
Oboro let you lean into him and hide your face again into his neck to help you calm yourself.
“That’s it, my love.” He spoke and held you as you cried out all your pent-up emotions associated with your trauma and what that monster did to you. Once your tears subsided, you felt raw, numb, and exhausted enough that you could sleep for twenty-four hours straight. Oboro held you up as you leaned into him. He slid you off him and carried you into the bathroom to clean up and get into comfortable clothing to sleep in. He held you in one arm and flicked the light switch on, off, then on again and sighing. He heard the raging storm outside, listening as the rain beat down on the side of the house and felt you whimper and nuzzle in deeper to his neck.
“Looks like the powers out, sweetheart. Do you have any candles or a flashlight somewhere?” He asked as he felt for the counter to set you on.
“There should be a flashlight in the kitchen drawer and some candles there too.” You responded.
You felt Oboro kiss your forehead and place his hands on your thighs before he left the bathroom to find the light sources and come back to you.
You luckily didn’t have to wait long until Oboro came back with a flashlight to light up the bathroom and a pack of various other candles to light up the room. He turned on the flashlight, revealing the task he had at hand. You watched as he placed the candles around the bathroom, placing some around the bathtub, on the tank of the toilet, on the counter around you, and the spares going into the far corners of the room. He then took the lighter he found and lit up every one of the candles before standing before you, beginning to remove the rest of his clothing from his body, tossing them into the laundry bin in the corner, and focusing his attention to you and pulling you into his arms. He kissed you gently, letting his hands wander over your body as did yours. You enjoyed feeling the strong muscles under his skin as he caressed your softer curves gently. He buried his face into your neck and left more gentle bite marks on your skin as he pulled away to look at you and admire just how beautiful you are. You looked back at him and a question arose in your mind.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your status before?” You asked. Oboro sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I didn’t want you to marry me just because I’m a prince of Atlantis.” He said seriously.
“I wouldn’t have done that. I’m not interested in money or status.” You told him and he relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief and looking back to you.
“I’m glad to hear that.” He told you. You looked up at him and a crack of lightning sounded along with a roll of thunder. Your eyes widened as the noise felt bigger than you and struck fear into your body. Oboro noticed your fear and helped you settle down.
“Nothing to be afraid of. That’s just a sign that a friend of mine is helping dispose of that monster. How about we relax and have a nice bath?” He told you while rubbing circles on your back with his thumb.
“That sounds like a good idea.” You spoke and Oboro turned the water on in the tub and cuddled with you as it filled up, keeping you safe from the big scary storm outside.
“Who is your friend to make that storm?” You asked as the tub finished filling and Oboro turned the water off.
“The great wind god Aeolus. He’s one of my half-brothers. I asked him to bring a storm to the coast and take away the bodies into our dad’s realm where they would be dealt with so you don’t have to anymore.” Oboro reassured you and helped ease you into the water in front of him so you could lay your body on him. He helped you get settled and held you close, letting the warmth of the water sink into your bones and ease any aches you might have from mating with your husband. Your mind swirled with thoughts of what would happen in the future. Would you get to meet Poseidon and his wife? What would you say or even do in the presence of a God? You shook your head and nuzzled into Oboro’s neck, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts in your mind. Oboro noticed your stress when your scent changed slightly.
“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He asked as he rubbed your back. You sighed and told him about your worries about meeting his dad and what life would be if you joined him in Atlantis for visits and such. Oboro chuckled and stroked your hair.
“Don’t worry. They will love you.” He spoke and held you close, trying to reassure you and ease your fears.
“How am I supposed to act around Poseidon? He’s a god.” You told him.
“And you’re his daughter-in-law.” He told you, rubbing your back and looking at you in a loving manner. You were surprised at your new status and you nuzzled into his neck deeper, wanting his scent to calm you.
“Will I be big enough?” You ask as you looked down at the curve of your stomach that was still round and bloated from receiving Oboro’s eggs.
“You will be. We’re still on our honeymoon, darling. Tonight was only night one.” He told you and you felt your face flush a rather deep shade of red. Oboro noticed this and smiled.
“Does someone like the idea of getting bigger?” He asked you as he ran some fingers up your arm. You looked up at him and nodded.
“Good. After we finish soaking, I’ll make sure you get nice and full during our time here before you’re meeting my family.” Oboro spoke and kissed your head. The two of you soaked in the water, listening to the rain pounding on the roof and sides of the house as the storm raged on, until the water turned cold and you began to shiver. The cold didn’t bother Oboro as he was used to it. He noticed you shivering and helped you out of the water and into a fluffy towel that sadly wasn’t warm because of the power being out. Oboro wrapped a towel around himself and grabbed a flashlight to guide you back into the bedroom where you changed into your pjs while he put out the candles to prevent a fire. You waited on the bed for Oboro to exit the bathroom and follow you to the kitchen where he found some food for you and handed it over to you.
Two weeks later.
Amongst the faint feelings of nausea and extreme fatigue, you were nervous as hell about your first visit to Atlantis. Oboro had retrieved some royal clothing for you to wear to help you blend in better. You were amazed at how flowy and loose they were over your body.
You were checking your appearance in the mirror to make sure all the layers of your outfit were looking alright when Oboro swam up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“You look fine, darling. You’re absolutely glowing, my love. They are waiting in the throne room for us.” He spoke into your ear and held your hand. Your outfit was white pearlescent fabric that was trimmed with gold and helped cover your tail like Oboro’s modesty garment did. He swam with you through double doors and down a hallway to the shimmering white and gold marble doors to the throne room. Guards pushed the doors open and the inside of the throne room was magnificent. Ivory and gold shell motifs decorated the pillars supporting the heavy marble roof to the throne room. Illuminated torch basins were lining the deep blue path up to the thrones at the back of the room. You were surprised as to how flames worked under water but you didn’t put much mind to it as the herald of the court announced you and Oboro’s presence to the King and Queen. Oboro queued you to bow with him until you were told to rise by Poseidon. “Son, what’s with the formalities? Rise, both of you and let me greet you and your wife.” The god spoke and Oboro helped you rise to face your new father-in law. You were nervous being in front of a god. Poseidon looked to Oboro then to his wife and put his hand on your shoulder. “Relax, Y/n. You’re with family now. There’s no need to be nervous.” He spoke and you looked him in the eyes, seeing how gentle and warm the god was being to you. You relaxed and laughed with your new family, happy to feel welcome into this new life. You looked over at Amphitrite who was giving you a knowing look and gestured for you to follow her while the men talked. You went to her, off the side but still in the throne room, knowing that she wanted to talk to you, and give you some advice. “What is it you’d like to talk to me about…umm.” You trailed off, not knowing what you could call her. Amphitrite chuckled and gave you a warm smile. “You can call me Amphitrite, or mom, whichever suits you.” She told you and looked back to her husband and adopted son. “I brought you over here because I can tell you’re pregnant with Oboro’s child and you haven’t told him yet, have you?” She asked as she looked at you and glanced down at your lower stomach. Your eyes widened in realization. “How do you know that, Amphitrite?” You asked. “I can tell, it comes with being a goddess and living for as long as I have.” She spoke. “I haven’t told him yet. I was too nervous about how today would go that I didn’t want to have him fussing over me.” You told her and the Queen chuckled. “I am happy to be a grandmother again. I wish your pregnancy to be an easy one, my dear. Now, I believe Poseidon is ready for lunch, do you wish to join us?” Amphitrite asked. You looked over to Oboro who nodded slightly and you said yes to your mother-in-law who swam with you to the dining hall. You couldn’t be happier with how your new life was going with your husband, in-laws, and child on the way. You could see the trauma growing ever distant in your mind. The End
Joined an EraserMic Discord and someone really likes Oboro, and I gotta say, they got all the right stuff, cause uh, I have a new ot3…
I used this reference and idk what the rules are for their stuff, but I asked a friend for some ot3 poses and they gave me this so I was like “Well I can’t NOT draw it”
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Forbidden Love
Forbidden Love
Zeus!Alpha! Oboro Shirakumo x Priestess! Omega! Reader
(I do not own My Hero academia or any of the characters/references to the show or manga in this story. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised.)
(A/N: I know this isn’t completely accurate to the Greek Mythos. This is my own world and rendition of the Greek Pantheon and the world that they exist in. Each of the Gods and Goddesses have a host. The host can have an extended mortal life once taking on the spirit of the Deity that they take on. once that host body has grown sick or ill, they need to find a new one. Also, reader is going to a type of priestess college.)
TW: Angst, Omegaverse shenanigans, spirit transfer, slight traumatic marking, sex scene, spirit and host, consummating a mating.
WC: 4,878
It was a dark and stormy night, thunder boomed and lightning cracked across the sky, temporarily lighting up the pitch black of night. You were running for your life as you were being chased by a bull that had been spooked and was chasing you through the forest. You knew that you should have waited to go home in the morning and stayed at your school with you being and Omega. But you wanted to get home so your parents wouldn’t worry. As you ran, you held your arms to your chest as you ran before you stopped in a clearing, looking for shelter until another crack of lightning lit up the darkness of the clearing, revealing to you a small group of three men standing in the meadow, seeming to have been caught up in the middle of an argument.
“You know its hard enough to pick a spirit for your mate. You must pick the right one and make sure that they like the host and they will bond together correctly otherwise both host and spirit will die. Hera’s host has been sick for a while. Its time that I choose a new one but she wants me to pick one htat’s best suited for her. How did you do it for Amphitrite?” A man with light blue hair and silver armor said to the man who had blonde hair and ocean blue armor and he was holding a golden trident.
“I went on a cruise ship, under disguise, and when I picked one, I capsized the ship and brought her to my palace and when the time was right, I mated with her. When you pick one, don’t rush it between you and the new host. Yet, you have a reason to be urgent because of the condition of your mate’s current situation.” The man in the ocean-themed armor spoke.
“You’re right. But Hera is the most picky of all of the goddesses when it comes to her host. I just hope I can pick one in time before they both die.” The first man spoke and gripped something that looked like a knife on his belt in the shape of a lightning bolt.
“Agreed, I’ll have Hermes tell Hades about your choice. Good luck on your search. But, before I leave, you should know that there’s a young Omega on the edge of the clearing, and they’ve been watching us this whole time. You might want to take an interest in them.” The ocean man spoke before disappearing in the next flash of lightning. You gasped and held your breath, expecting to be killed or harmed in some way by the man that remained in the clearing. The next flash of lightning showed that the man in the clearing was staring right you’re your soul. You fell back to the ground, only to notice that in the next flash of lightning, he was standing over you, holding the horns of the bull that seemed to catch up to you and would have trampled you if you hadn’t been aware of it. You opened your eyes with the next roll of thunder to see a pair of silver boots in front of you and the steaming breaths of the bull behind you.
Your eyes slowly looked up to see the man who looked to be an Alpha and was the same man in the silvery armor who was in the clearing only moments before. He was now standing over you and had been able to stop the bull that was determined to take your life that night. “Sorry about that, he can get spooked easily in thunderstorms. Are you alright? Let’s get you somewhere that you can dry off and change your peplos.” He spoke and chucked the bull out into the clearing. He then bent down and scooped you up in his arms. “The nasty weather is partially my fault. The downpour is more of my brother’s fault. All of this is because of my brothers getting pushy about my selection of a new host for my mate.” He spoke and your eyes widened as you recognized who it was. The man in front of you, and the one out in the field earlier weren’t just men, but gods. Specifically Poseidon and Zeus. Poseidon was the one holding the trident while Zeus was the one currently holding you in his arms as he walked through the woods. You closed your eyes and turned your head away from him. “My Lord, Zeus. I am sorry that I didn’t recognize you and your brother Poseidon out in the field, please don’t hurt me.” You pleaded, expecting to experience the wrath of the god next to you. You heard him chuckle and you looked at him. “It’s alright, everyone makes mistakes. Let’s get you to a safe place. Is your home nearby so I can drop you there. Or I know a cozy little cabin not too far from here.” He spoke. You looked around to try and make out any kind of land mark that would help guide your way home but the surrounding area was too dark to make anything out clearly. “I don’t think we’re anywhere near my home. I think that cabin sounds lovely.” You told him.
“Alright. Let’s go.” Zeus told you and carried you a little longer before a small and cozy log cabin appeared. There was a lit candle in the window and smoke coming out of the chimney to make the place seem welcoming. “Are you sure it’s safe? It seems like someone is already inside.” You spoke, worried that you might meet another god or goddess that night. “Don’t worry. It’s probably Hestia tending to the hearth. She does that from time to time.” Zeus reassured you. Once at the door, Zeus shifted you around in his arms so you were now positioned over his shoulder like someone would haul a sack of potatoes.
As he shifted you, you picked up his scent of oak, burning pinewood, and air just after lightning has struck with hints of ancient parchment.
“Thank you, Lord Zeus.” You spoke, keeping your eyes to the ground, since that was the only place that you could you look at.
“You’re welcome. But drop the titles. I prefer to be called by my name only when I’m one on one with someone. It doesn’t matter who it is. The titles are only for a formal session. AS if I was in the throne room with everyone else present.” He says as he carries you into the cabin and sets you down on the couch. He went to take his cape off and walked into the kitchen to begin making tea. You stood and walked into the kitchen, wanting to take over the task of making tea. “I should be doing this. You’re a god after all and I’m a mere lowly human. We were made to service the gods. I was on my way home from training to be a priestess when the bull got spooked and chased me through the woods… let me help you.” Zeus stopped you before you could even take over. “That is very kind of you. But hospitality is one of my specialties on top of being King of Olympus and Lord over all of Olympus. What those scribes put into the scrolls is barely scratching the surface of what my family and I are known for, represent, and protect. But you sit down while I make the tea and we can chat.” He spoke as he went back to making the tea. You sat down on the couch to see a young girl tending the fire. She had long, silvery, curly hair that went down to her waist. She wore a red cloak and she was prodding at the embers of the flame. “You must be Hestia.” You spoke. The young girl turned and nodded at you before turning back to the fire. “Tea is ready!” Zeus called out and you looked away from Hestia doing her task to see the god walking over with two mugs and a pot of tea on a tray. You looked back where Hestia was to see that she had left already. “Looks like Hestia was here. Glad she came, the fire was looking a little dim. But nevermind that, tell me more about you training to be a priestess. I know some Omegas like yourself do spend their lives working at a temple, but some also settle down and have normal lives in the city with normal jobs. You know what becoming a priestess means, yes?” He asked and handed you a mug of tea.
“Yes. I am aware of the risks. I could get picked to become one of the new hosts for a god or goddess. Many of my peers dream to become a host, yet many don’t.” You told him. “Do you know which temple that you wish to go to when you graduate?” He asked. “I want to go to either Hera or Artemis. I don’t know which one yet but I’m still deciding. I can wait up to a week before graduation which only a few weeks away.” You told him. Zeus nodded and looked into the flames flickering in the hearth.
“Tell me your thought process in choosing, maybe I can help, you know, since Hera is my wife and Artemis is one of my daughters.” He spoke.
“I didn’t think of that. Thank you for your assistance. I would pick Hera because once you live a few years at one of her temples, you are allowed to leave and take a mate, knowing that she will protect your marriage and any of the Omegas that bear pups after marriage. Also, Hera is a protector of Omegas and Betas. Artemis would give someone a form of immortality if you don’t die in battle, only if you pledge allegiance to her. But then you can’t get married and have a family. She protects any dynamic if they are a woman, on a super rare occasion, she might let a man into one of her temples… so I guess Hera’s temple is better off, huh?” You spoke. Zeus nodded and looked at you. He was happy that you would be at a place where he could see you again.
“You still must declare a temple soon. Hera would be a good choice as her current host is dying and she needs a replacement soon. She sent me out to find a replacement host for her. I did and I like you. I want to see you at Hera’s temple the next time I give an update to her followers about her host.” He spoke and sat back on the couch, looking to you. You were stunned as you were currently processing the fact that the god sitting next to you had informally picked you as the host for his mate. After a few minutes of silence, you looked over at Zeus. “Alright. But I have a few conditions if I am to be the next host for Hera. I will not be another Omega added to your roster of one-night stands that result in some strong hero to take on another quest or task and defeat monsters that you and your siblings throw in their way, I will be given the same respect as Hera when I take on her spirit, and when I am working my way up the ranks at the temple, you will sleep with no other woman but me. I don’t mind if you talk with them, but you will not share bed with them, is that understood?” You spoke. Zeus thought for a moment then turned to you and looked you in the eyes and nodded. “I will agree to these terms after I state a few of my own. I do not plan to make you another one of the Omegas that I have had my children with. Not at all. I was planning this from the first time I laid eyes on you. I wanted to make you the Queen of Olympus. You’re different than all the others and like I said before, the host of Hera is slowly dying. She needs a new host and I want you to be her new host. Everything you’ve told me and watching you act around me makes me believe that you can be the new goddess of marriage, women, family, and a protector to women and Omegas in childbirth. But, I can see that this is a huge responsibility to take on immediately. Sleep on it and I’ll come back in the morning to hear your choice. Have a good evening, Y/n.” He spoke, standing and placing his cape back over his shoulders and leaving the cabin and you to your thoughts.You were in stunned silence. He wanted you to come live on Olympus with him forever. Come to be his Queen, and his mate, and most of all, become the new host to the goddess Hera. You had known a couple of people that had given their lives to take on the spirits of other deities in the past but they were minor ones. Not any of the bigger gods or goddesses like Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, or Hades. You let your thoughts stew for a while before heading to bed and sleeping on the idea overnight.
You went outside and found Zeus around a small firepit, making a simple breakfast for the both of you to share. “Did you sleep well?” He asked, not looking back to you. “I did. And I know why you’re here. You want my answer to last night’s proposal.” You spoke and sat on the log next to him. “You’re right. Now what is your answer?” He asked. “I agree to your proposal. I’ll become the next host of Hera.” You told him. “We have a deal then.” He said, holding out his hand. You took his hand and a roll of thunder and a peel of lightning cracked across the sky, sealing the deal between the two of you. “I can’t mark you before you go to her temple. It will make the others suspicious.” “True. A new priestess to Hera being marked by Zeus would put me out of the running to become her new host.” You responded. “Right. But that doesn’t mean I can kiss you.” He spoke, standing up and pulling you into a gentle kiss.
You melted into the kiss, closing your eyes, only to find that Zeus was gone. You sighed and gathered your things before heading back home and back to your life.
The next few weeks went by quickly. Once you declared to your professor and other classmates that you were going to Hera’s temple after graduation, you were placed in a class with all the other soon-to-be temple workers that were majoring in one of the goddesses to study up on the Goddess that they were going to serve under or become the new host of that deity. You spent those weeks before graduation learning about the spirit transfer to a new host and all the symbols and stories on Hera. You learned that her symbols were the peacock as that was the creature that pulled her chariot, she also had a favor for lions, pomegranate, willow trees, and lotus flowers. You learned that she was one of the supporters of Heracles when he did his 12 labors and that she was the mother to Hephestus. You also learned that the spirit transfer wasn’t as scary or difficult as you thought. If you were picked as the next host, you were to go into a special room filled with all the symbols of the deity you were to take on. You were to say “I accept the spirit of <insert god or goddess here>.” And wait for the glowing light of the deity to transfer from the old host to the new one. You were to keep your eyes closed because the glowing light was the true form of the deity. Now you were ready.
The day came that you graduated from college, you went to your home to gather up the last of your things before you went to Hera’s Temple. You looked across the crowd that had gathered to see the graduates off, you didn’t see Zeus at all. But you heard an eagle cry and a golden eagle flew across the sky. You smiled softly to yourself before you went on your way. You arrived at Hera’s temple and you were greeted by a rather snobbish acting assistant to the high priestess who looked you up and down before muttering under their breath that you weren’t going to last but two weeks there. You rolled your eyes and you were led to your tiny room. “Get yourself settled and changed. Lunch is in half an hour then you’ll get your orientation tour.” The assistant spoke before leaving you be. You entered your room and saw Zeus laying on your bed, wearing a white chiton and a smile across his face. You began to panic and you slammed the door. “Why are you here?!” You exclaimed in a hushed tone so no one would think that you’re talking to someone when you should be alone. “I’m here, keeping up my end of our deal.” He spoke and sat forward.
“Oh, you would be banging someone else in this temple right now if we didn’t make our deal?” You asked as you began to put your things away. “Yes. I did have a thing for the high priestess before you. But you’re better than her in every way.” He spoke, standing up, and walking over to you and hugging you from behind. “My Lord Zeus, you shouldn’t be so forward with a new priestess to your wife. This is only my first day. Give it some time before they pick me.” You told him. He sighed and pulled away from you before turning away to let you change into your new peplos and a himation over it. you then put on your sandals and went to the door, pausing before looking back to see Zeus looking at you. “I know you’re going to do something to speed up the process of your wife’s host transfer. Tell me what you’re going to do so I can know what to expect.” You spoke. “I will send a letter to the high priestess that Hera’s host is dying and that she requests a new one. Knowing this high priestess, she won’t read the letter fully and pass the letter on to her assistant with the thought in her mind that she’s the one that has been picked as Hera’s new host when she’s better fit for Aphrodite. The assistant will read the letter more thoroughly than her boss and tell her boss that its actually you that has been picked as Hera’s new host. The high priestess will be shut in her room for the rest of the evening after hearing this news as she needs to sulk about the fact that she didn’t get picked to be Hera’s new host even though that’s what she’s trained for all her life. She might look into transferring to one of Aphrodite’s temples instead. The Assistant will tell you this after dinner tonight. The transfer will happen late in the night when everyone is supposed to be asleep but they will wish to see you as Hera.” Zeus explained.
“I’ll see you tonight then.” You spoke before opening the door. “Yes, I’ll see you tonight.” He spoke. You left your room and went about your first day as priestess in Hera’s temple.
The lunch and orientation went well as you were able to meet some of your peers, then it was time for dinner and evening sacrifice. You were brought into the same dining hall where you had lunch only hours before. You noted that the high priestess wasn’t there and the assistant told everyone that something had come up and that there would be a change of plans that evening and that the high priestess would be taking her dinner alone in her bedchamber. The assistant had a piece of old looking parchment in her hand which she read off to you and the whole group. “It has come to our attention that the current host of Hera is sick and dying and that Zeus has already picked someone and that someone is in this room. Y/n, in this letter, Zeus states that he has picked you to be the new host for Hera. This is typically uncalled for, but with the dire circumstances, we will allow it. You are allowed to take the rest of the day off to settle all your matters before the ceremony at midnight. The rest of you are to go about your normal day as usual.” The assistant spoke and sat down to eat. You ate your meal as usual, then went to your room to send letters to your parents, informing them of your situation.
“Dear Mother and Father, I have begun my journey as a priestess to Hera. But that’s not the only thing that happening in my life. I’ve also had an encounter with Zeus. He told me that the host of his wife, Hera, is dying and that he’s picked me to be the next host.
By the time this letter arrives to you, I will have been mated to Zeus and living on Olympus with him. Oh, he’s so much better than the stories portray him to be. I thought I’d keep you updated and I hope this finds you well.
Love,
Y/n.”
You finished the letter and placed it into an envelope and sealed it. You then handed the letter off to the messenger who was awaiting your letter. You told them where to take the letter and they dashed off as you sent a small prayer to Hermes that your letter and the messenger’s journey be swift and safe. You then spent a good part of the afternoon and the evening preparing yourself for that night’s transference ceremony. You were put through cleansing ceremonies which involved several baths and a soaking in cows milk and pomegranate juice. Once you were clothed in a special golden peplos and a small diadem that had peacock feathers made out of jewels and metal that was placed on your head before you were put into a room where the transference would take place. Inside the room were drawings of how Hera and all her siblings came into being and many other stories that included Hera. The room looked similar to that of King Tut’s tomb with all the intricacies and vastness of the space made for one person. But your eyes were drawn to a woman that looked like you that was sitting in a golden chair that had symbols of peacocks that were holding the chair up. She looked sickly and that she had been holding on for as long as you could. Zeus was behind her, waiting with her. He looked up when you entered and his face seemed to relax as you stepped forward but kept a respectful distance from Hera. “Hello there. You must be the new host that my husband has chosen for me. He did well. Now don’t be shy and come closer. We should get this done and over with. I can feel my host’s life force draining quickly.” She spoke and stood up from the chair slowly and shakily. “Zeus. You know that your presence is not required when a transference is done. Get out and I will summon you back when the process has been done.” Hera spoke. Zeus bowed his head respectfully and left the room, leaving you and Hera alone. Hera face you and looked you in the eyes. “Now, you know what has to be done?” She spoke. You nodded and closed your eyes, holding your arms out in front of you. Hera took your arms and began to chant in Ancient Greek, a bright light left the body and moved into yours. The old body turned to dust and you opened your eyes in time to see the dust swirling away with the wind. You looked over to see Zeus walking back into the room. “Hera? Is that you?” He asked. “Yes, it is, my love. Y/n is still here too.” You heard yourself speak but it wasn’t your words. “That’s fine. All I know is that I’m happy that you’re well again.” He spoke, approaching you and giving you another kiss. “You know what happens next.” He spoke quietly. “I know. Let’s go and get the rite over with.” She spoke and Zeus led you to an extravagantly decorated bed where Zeus took his armor off and set it on a stand before laying on the bed and waiting for you. you took your peplos off and climbed into the bed with him.
He began by making out with you deeply and passionately before he slowly left a trail of kisses down your jawline before he was hovering over your neck, slightly grazing where he would leave his mark on you. You gasped quietly and buried your face into his neck as he pulled you close. “Get away from there! We’d like to be alone.” He called out and giggles came from the other side of the door, which seemed to come from the other priestesses that had been in your class. “Sorry about them, you know how they can be, nosy.” Zeus told you as he turned his attention back to you. “I know. They can be very nosy in matters that don’t involve them.” You responded and gave Zeus another kiss as you entangled your fingers in his soft, cloud-like hair, sliding down to cup his face so the two of you could look each other in the eyes before you turned your head, and exposed your neck to him. He hummed and let his hands slide down to rest on your hips. “Are you ready for my mark, my love?” He asked as he left kisses all over the sensitive flesh of your neck. “Yes, I am.” You spoke, keeping your neck exposed to him. He kissed you on the mouth again before he went back to your neck and bared his marking fangs and bit down on your neck. A crack of lightning sounded and flashed across your eyes as a burning feeling erupted across your neck and smell of cooking flesh filled your nostrils. “OW!” You called out and your newly mated Alpha pulled away from you and looked at you with concern. You buried your face into his neck and took some deep breaths as the pain subsided. Zeus rubbed your back and helped you calm down a bit before he asked you if you wanted to consummate the mating and you agreed. He flipped the two of you around so you were now laying below him. He hooked your legs around his waist and he slid his cock with his knot slightly showing near the base. He slid his full length into you and began to thrust. He thrusted almost at lightning speed until you felt his seed penetrate deep into your womb.
Once the both of you were tired, he pulled out and laid next to you, pulling you close and kissing you gently. “The name of my host before I took residence in his body was Oboro. Oboro Shirakumo.” He spoke as he was watching you come down from your high. “Oh really? How long ago did you transfer to him?” You asked. “A few decades ago. Yet he still looks as young as he did the day, I transferred to him. Its strange but I don’t mind.” He told you before you cuddled into him and fell asleep.
You woke up in beautiful, crisp, white sheets trimmed with gold. You were in Olympus. It took a moment for your mind to wake up but you did eventually and remembered all that had happened the night before. You were now Hera, and today was your first day as Queen of the Gods.
The end.
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