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Warnings: Implied/mentioned child abuse, (will be) discussion of abortion
Someone on the kinkmeme asked for A/B/O. I don't even like A/B/O.
So of course I'm half-assedly worldbuilding for an A/B/O fic.
And coming up with a prequel which has unpleasantness and angst.
Which I'm going to post the beginning of here, because why not?
Light learned to be grateful to be an Alpha at twelve.
"Y-Yagami-senpai, c-could I - w-w-would -"
Light blinked at the girl in front of him, wondering why she wanted to talk to him now, as school was letting out for the day. It wasn't as if they were in the same classes - she was a year or two younger than him, and the most he knew about her was that her name might be Takayo.
But he was expected to be polite and helpful, so he smiled encouragingly. "Did you need some help, kohai?" he asked.
She cringed, shrinking in on herself, and he saw her eyes tear up. "P-please," she sniffled.
A little concerned, he glanced around for her friends - she did have some, he was sure, and hopefully they'd be able to sort out whatever was upsetting her much better than he could. Not seeing anyone else her age waiting, he was forced to ask, "Are your friends -"
She jerked her head up and stared at him as if he'd struck her, both arms wrapping protectively around her stomach, and he had a horrible foreboding of why she was talking to him as she gasped out, "No! P-please, for-forgive - Alpha!"
Light went pale from being recognised. He already stood out - too beautiful, too clever - he didn't need the additional other of being something other than a Beta. Then he went paler as he realised what her being able to recognise him meant.
Instincts he'd always planned to suppress flared, and he found himself drawing the distressed Omega in front of him into a protective embrace.
"What do you need?" he asked, and his voice hadn't broken yet to reach the rumbling depths expected of an Alpha but something in it still seemed to comfort the young girl - (the child, she was a child still, how had this happened?) in his arms.
"A-a-a-an escort," she whimpered.
"Do you know where to?" Truthfully, Light expected the answer to be no, but he hoped otherwise because while he knew a great deal more than most of his age-group none of it related to arranging abortions in preteen Omegas.
To his surprise, she nodded. That was - more competent than he'd expect from an eleven-year-old.
"Let's go, then," he said, and hoped desperately that wherever they were going would have someone who knew how to help her, because he didn't.
Someone on the kinkmeme asked for A/B/O. I don't even like A/B/O.
So of course I'm half-assedly worldbuilding for an A/B/O fic.
And coming up with a prequel which has unpleasantness and angst.
Which I'm going to post the beginning of here, because why not?
Light learned to be grateful to be an Alpha at twelve.
"Y-Yagami-senpai, c-could I - w-w-would -"
Light blinked at the girl in front of him, wondering why she wanted to talk to him now, as school was letting out for the day. It wasn't as if they were in the same classes - she was a year or two younger than him, and the most he knew about her was that her name might be Takayo.
But he was expected to be polite and helpful, so he smiled encouragingly. "Did you need some help, kohai?" he asked.
She cringed, shrinking in on herself, and he saw her eyes tear up. "P-please," she sniffled.
A little concerned, he glanced around for her friends - she did have some, he was sure, and hopefully they'd be able to sort out whatever was upsetting her much better than he could. Not seeing anyone else her age waiting, he was forced to ask, "Are your friends -"
She jerked her head up and stared at him as if he'd struck her, both arms wrapping protectively around her stomach, and he had a horrible foreboding of why she was talking to him as she gasped out, "No! P-please, for-forgive - Alpha!"
Light went pale from being recognised. He already stood out - too beautiful, too clever - he didn't need the additional other of being something other than a Beta. Then he went paler as he realised what her being able to recognise him meant.
Instincts he'd always planned to suppress flared, and he found himself drawing the distressed Omega in front of him into a protective embrace.
"What do you need?" he asked, and his voice hadn't broken yet to reach the rumbling depths expected of an Alpha but something in it still seemed to comfort the young girl - (the child, she was a child still, how had this happened?) in his arms.
"A-a-a-an escort," she whimpered.
"Do you know where to?" Truthfully, Light expected the answer to be no, but he hoped otherwise because while he knew a great deal more than most of his age-group none of it related to arranging abortions in preteen Omegas.
To his surprise, she nodded. That was - more competent than he'd expect from an eleven-year-old.
"Let's go, then," he said, and hoped desperately that wherever they were going would have someone who knew how to help her, because he didn't.