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obeyme-kaidii-writes · 3 years

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Together (1/2)

Mammon x gn!MC

Words - 5985 (total)

Content warnings - HEAVY angst, tw: suicidal thoughts, happy ending w/ lots of cuddles

Prompt/Inspiration - self-indulgent comfort piece

Summary - Your year in the Devildom has come to an end, and now you are struggling to adjust back to life in the human realm. Meanwhile, Mammon is also struggling to adjust to your absence.

AO3 | PART TWO

***READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS***

It had been 3 months since you had returned to the human realm and left the Devildom. And things had been...rough.

In the course of one year, everything had changed for you. You had found love. Found a family. A place to call home.

And even though you would have given anything not to, you still had to go back where you had come from. You had pleaded with Diavolo to allow you to stay, but he insisted that you needed to return, at least for the time being. The whole point of the exchange program after all was to encourage harmony between realms, and that can’t exactly be accomplished if you never return.

To say you missed everyone would have been an understatement. It was harder than you could have imagined to leave behind the one place you finally felt like you belonged. And there was one demon in particular that you were having the hardest time adjusting to being away from - Mammon.

He had been your constant companion during your stay. And even though you both butted heads at first, you grew to love one another and quickly became inseparable. Everything you did, you did together - and that included any number of schemes Mammon tried to carry out. Chaos followed you wherever you went, but so did laughter and joy. It didn’t matter if you both got caught, that time together was priceless to you.

But now you were home, and you had never felt more alone. Depression wasn’t new to you however, so you were prepared for how to care for yourself and make do. You just hoped that you didn’t have to limp along for very long.

Texting Mammon was probably the only thing that kept you afloat most days. And today was no exception. You knew he had been having a rough time too, but he was still your rock and never failed to make you smile.

While you were laying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media, looking for memes to send to your favorite demon, your DDD chimed. Checking the notification you realized it was none other than Mammon.

>>Mammon - I love you >>You - I love you too 😘 >>You - what have you been doing today? >>Mammon - I dunno. Just hanging out in my room I guess. >>Mammon - I miss you >>You - I miss you too ❤️❤️❤️ >>You - why don’t you see what Asmo is doing? Maybe you could go to The Fall? >>Mammon - nah. Don’t really feel like it. >>Mammon - what about you? >>You - same old, same old lol >>You - just looking for memes 🙃 >>Mammon - Any good ones? >>You - not yet lol >>Mammon - I really miss you :( >>You - I know. Me too. >>Mammon - everything is so boring with you gone. >>Mammon - nothing is as fun without you. >>You - I know what you mean. I wish you could be here. >>Mammon - that would be nice. I’d never leave. >>You - good. I wouldn’t want you to. 😘 >>You - so...about last night… >>Mammon - yeah? >>You - you were actually upset that I didn’t call, weren’t you? >>Mammon - ….

>>You - Levi told me. He said he heard you sniffling when he got up to get some snacks. >>Mammon - oh >>You - why didn’t you say anything? >>Mammon - I didn’t wanna manipulate you. >>You - manipulate me? Lol Mammon it’s just a phone call >>Mammon - yeah but you said you were tired >>You - I would have called if I knew you were that upset. >>Mammon - I just didn’t want ya to feel pressured. >>You - it’s fine. It’s a phone call. Not like you’re asking for nudes. 😜 >>You - will you promise to tell me in the future? If you really need to talk? Let me decide if it’s too much for me to handle, ok? >>Mammon - ok

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something felt...off...about this conversation. As wonderful as Mammon was to you, he was still the Avatar of Greed - so holding himself back wasn’t something he usually did. Especially not for something as trivial as a phone call. Why was he suddenly acting like a phone call would be such a burden to you?

>>You - I can’t physically cuddle with you, so at least let me be there for you over the phone. ❤️ >>Mammon - I love you >>You - I love you too babe 😘 >>You - you believe me don’t you? >>Mammon - lol yeah >>You - good. >>You - you better not forget it. >>Mammon - it’s just hard sometimes >>You - what is? >>Mammon - being away from you. >>Mammon - didn’t realize it was gonna be this hard >>You - yeah >>You - you ok? >>Mammon - I dunno. Just tired. >>You - 😘 >>You - you’re supposed to be coming for a visit soon, right? >>Mammon - yeah Lucifer said we’d take a trip, dunno when tho >>You - well I can’t wait to see you again. >>Mammon - me too. >>Mammon - I’m just so sick of all this. >>Mammon - I miss ya too much. >>Mammon - everything else is just...idk >>Mammon - I just want to hide in my room honestly and not have to deal with everyone else

The longer you talked with Mammon, the more sure you became that something was wrong. You wanted to ask him, but you weren’t even sure what to ask. It was like...everything he said echoed perfectly how you had been feeling. Withdrawn, lonely, isolated.

You were a very empathetic person by nature, but this just felt too real, too close to home. You weren’t even needing to imagine yourself in his position, because it was the very same position you were in.

As that thought occurred to you, a chill went down your spine.

It couldn’t be? Could it? He’s never said anything like that before. But…

You picked up your DDD again and scrolled back through your messages. You considered texting him and just asking him directly, but you didn’t want to put ideas into his head that weren’t already there. On the other hand, you’d never forgive yourself if something truly was wrong and you ignored this sinking feeling in your gut. So you decided the only thing for you to do was to say something.

>>You - sorry if this sounds weird or dramatic >>You - it’s just hard to tell since I can’t see you right now >>You - and I’d rather be safe than sorry >>You - can you promise me something? >>Mammon - what?

Your hands were shaking now, and you could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Please, please let me be wrong , you thought.

>>You - if you feel suicidal, will you please get help? >>You - go to someone. Anyone. Levi would probably be good. He’s always there you know? >>You - I just have this feeling >>You - and I can’t shake it >>You - so will you promise me?

You saw the little indicator pop up letting you know Mammon was typing. But then it would stop. Only to return a few moments later. Your anxiety had become overwhelming by this point and you crawled out of bed and started pacing around the room, checking your DDD every 5 seconds to see if he had sent a message through yet.

The longer it took for him to reply, the tighter you felt your chest get, and the more your heart rate accelerated. You were in full “fight or flight” mode now, and the “fight” was making your thoughts race as you tried to figure out what to do next. Should you call Lucifer? One of his brothers? You just needed someone to check on him.

>>Mammon - I ummm >>Mammon - I don’t know if I can promise that >>Mammon - just the thought of it makes me feel sick >>Mammon - and like Lucifer would take me seriously >>Mammon - ha

By now, the only sound you could hear was the pounding of your own heartbeat in your ears. You were hardly aware of your own surroundings anymore, and there was only one thought on your mind.

I have to get to Mammon.

How could you do that though? Getting permission from Diavolo or Lucifer would take awhile. And how would you even explain that anyways without violating Mammon’s trust? Maybe Solomon could help? You had no idea how long it would take him to get back to you, but it was worth a shot. You knew he’d be the least likely to ask questions too. All you needed now was to buy yourself some time.

RING RING RING

“Mammon?”

“Hey.”

“Hey babe. How are you feeling?”

“I dunno. Just tired.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s been hard for me to get out of bed some days.”

“You too huh?”

You knew he had been feeling bad, but you were not prepared for just how...lifeless...his voice sounded right now over the phone. Suddenly you heard a DING and realized Solomon had gotten back to you, so you switched your call to speakerphone so you could continue talking to Mammon.

“I love you.”

“I love ya too.”

“I wish I could see you right now. I could use a hug.”

“Me too.”

>>Solomon - I haven’t heard from you in awhile. >>Solomon - Is everything ok? >>You - yeah, I was just wondering if it was possible to go visit Mammon. >>Solomon - you mean with a spell? >>You - yeah. I just miss him you know? And I’d like to surprise him.

“You know I’d miss you a lot if you were ever gone, right?”

“....yeah.”

“It’s true. I can’t wait to see you again.”

>>Solomon - Well, theoretically yes it is possible. >>You - but? >>Solomon - but doing so would take an immense amount of power. Something you don’t have. >>You - oh. Right. Duh. >>Solomon - what about summoning him? >>Solomon - that’s much easier to do.

“Me too. I just want to hold ya and kiss ya. I miss that.”

“I know. I want to snuggle with you too.”

“Yeah…”

“Maybe we could go somewhere you know? Just the two of us.”

>>You - how do I do that? >>Solomon - Do you remember the spell I taught you to summon Asmodeus? >>You - yeah >>Solomon - it’s the same one. Just summon Mammon instead. >>You - and that will work between realms? >>Solomon - it should. >>Solomon - since you have such a strong connection to him it will make it easier.

“I dunno know if Lucifer would allow that.”

“I bet he would if I asked.”

“Ha, maybe. He does seem soft on ya.”

“Of course he is. I’m just so sweet and innocent you know. Hard not to be charmed by me.”

“Riiiight. Not sure I’d call ya innocent. Sweet maybe.”

“Hey babe, I need to go for a bit so I can go to the bathroom. But I’ll call you right back ok?”

“Ok.”

“I love you!”

“I love you too.”

If Solomon was correct, even with your limited magical abilities, you shouldn’t have any trouble at all calling Mammon to you. You hadn’t tried to use your pacts before, but you were willing to try anything right now. So you began chanting the spell:

“HEAR ME DENIZENS OF DARKNESS! You who are born of shadow, and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command!”

You felt as the magical energy began to gather around you, making your hair stand on end. It was working.

“I, MC, call upon you to send forth one of your number!

I summon the Avatar of Greed, MAMMON!”

The walls of your room began to shake, the windows rattled, when a bright flash of light filled the room. You brought your arm up to cover your eyes and hoped against hope that when you opened them again your demon would be there in front of you.

And he was.

Sitting on the ground, holding himself upright with his arms, was a very disoriented looking Mammon. His hair was a disheveled mess, his clothes looked like they hadn’t been changed in a couple days, and you could still see fresh tears falling down his cheeks.

“MAMMON!”

You rushed forward, without wasting another moment, and tackled him into the tightest hug you could manage. You buried your face into his neck, while you straddled his lap, crying in relief.

Mammon had no idea what to do. One moment he had been in his room, wishing he could see you, and the next he was in a strange place with someone who looked an awful lot like you hugging him and calling his name. But it couldn’t really be you, could it? Hesitantly, he sat up so he could bring his arms around you, fearful that when he touched you you would be gone.

But you weren’t. Your body felt warm against his. He could hear your heartbeat. He could feel your tears, soaking through his shirt. As he tightened his arms around you, he realized he could even smell your favorite shampoo, and that was all it took to undo the last bit of self control he had. He pulled you as close as he could get you, one hand around your waist, the other around your torso, gripping your shoulder.

And he cried. All the tears that he had been trying to fight off. All the ones he avoided having shed up until now. He cried them all. His throat burned and ached, and he was pretty sure he was getting snot all over you by now, but neither one of you cared. You simply clung to one another, determined to never let the other go.

After what seemed like hours, your tears had finally run dry, and your heart rate was slowly returning to normal. You could still feel the adrenaline in your veins, and figured that probably wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

You pulled back a little to try to get a look at Mammon, and when he kept trying to avoid your gaze, you took his face gently in your hands and turned him to look at you. Those beautiful sapphire eyes. They were still damp with tears, and you tenderly wiped them away as they fell while you looked at him.

“I love you, Mammon,” was all you said before pressing a kiss to his lips. Soft, and comforting, and gentle. You wanted him to know how much he meant to you. You felt him try to pull you even closer by the waist, and smiled as you broke away to look at him again.

“I missed you, you know.”

“But...how…?” Mammon was starting to become aware of the fact that this was reality, and he was most definitely no longer in the Devildom.

“Solomon. Don’t worry. I didn’t tell him anything. Just that I wanted to see you,” you pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose, causing him to smile.

“So all that about going to the bathroom…?”

“Oh ha. That was just me summoning you.”

Mammon pulled you closer, and you wrapped your arms around his neck once more. He really was here. You had him again.

“Hey, why don’t we go take a bath?” you asked.

“A bath?”

“Yeah. I love you babe, but your hair kinda looks gross right now.”

“Oh,” he chuckled softly into your shoulder. He really couldn’t argue with that. It had been a few days since he had showered. Since he got out of bed even, besides quick trips to the bathroom.

“Come on,” you said, kissing him on the cheek before standing and helping him up, “Let’s get cleaned up and relax.”

Taking your hand, Mammon followed behind you as you led the way to the bathroom. This sort of thing would normally make him a flustered, blushing mess. But right now all he could think about was how amazing you were, and how good it would feel to hold you again. It had been so, so long since he had felt your skin against his. And he was desperate for your touch.

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Reclining in the tub, Mammon leaned back against your chest, his eyes closed as he focused on the sensation of your hands just stroking his arms and shoulders. Occasionally he’d feel your lips on his neck, as you peppered him with kisses. It was the most relaxed he had been in months, and he was on the verge of falling asleep at any moment.

Everything was just so peaceful. It was like all that anxiety, and loneliness, and fear from before had never happened. Like it was some sort of bad dream that he had finally managed to awaken from. He was now safe in your arms, right where he belonged.

You watched as a soft smile spread across Mammon’s face, the sight of which made your heart warm. You were so incredibly thankful that you had made it in time. If things had taken longer...if Solomon hadn’t replied to his messages...you didn’t want to even think about that. It was too close for comfort for you.

But now that he was here, you were determined to wash away all his worries. You knew it would take time of course, you knew that better than anyone, but at least you were together now and the stress of your separation wouldn’t be adding to his pain. Now you could just reach out and touch him when you needed some reassurance. And he could hold you close when he felt alone.

You knew by the time morning rolled around, Lucifer would have noticed Mammon’s absence. You wondered how long it would actually take him to figure out he was with you. Once he did find out, you were sure you would be in for a long lecture, but you didn’t care. He could yell and threaten you all he wanted. It wouldn’t make a difference to you. You had Mammon with you again. And this time, you weren’t letting him go.

MAMMON’S POV IN PART TWO

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akirameta84 · 4 years

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Warning: This is VERY LONG. i got carried away.

"hey don't you have a wip fic for another au?" yeah shush i have a new idea that's not as fleshed out (after writing that turned out to be a lie) as the chunibyo one but i had to share it.

its in every fandom, but Saiki K Pokemon Au time. it's always cliche but who cares its amazing.

Kaido is the mc. for sure. he chooses a froakie because the professor (its kusuke, he's totally it) said it was a dark and mysterious as him. at first he's disappointed by the frog but once it evolves he starts loving it. him and greninja wear matching outfits. he tied red wrist wraps on its arms and he wears a pink scarf.

nendo is his rival lmao. he met him when kaido left with his first pokemon and challenged him to a battle, immediatly. he said loser has to buy the other persons ramen. "but i dont even know you??" "oh. well lets be friends, runt!" "you just asked to fight me???" nendo uses an eevee because his mom gave it to him when he was young. kaido wins because nendo didnt use a single attacking move. he just used sand attack and growl. the battle lasted 10 minutes because kaido kept missing.

now with his newly self proclaimed rival, after going to eat ramen, kaido sets out on his journey. i like to imagine a region with just every pokemon cause its cool that way. kaido mainly looks for fighting type pokemon, and a few dark types, and it takes him a bit to realize that this is probably a bad strategy and that he isnt finding anything, as cool as they are. he catches a shroomish, not knowing it became a type he wanted, because he was impressed with it's "battle capabilities" because it survived an attack that had fainted others. he names it doomslayer cause he's such an edgelord.

somewhere along the way nendo finds him and says that he's going to challenge a gym, and that kaido should join him. kaido agrees because "oh yeah, thats why im on this journey" and they go to the first gym.

The first gym is ghost type, run by toritsuka. why is he first? cause he's prolly not very good at battling and he knows it. the gym itself would be very foggy, and kaido has to traverse it to get to toritsuka. along the way toritsuka has spirits tell him where kaido is, and he'll release a pokemon near there for him to battle, and this happens 2 times. Torisuka himself uses 2 pokemon, a Litwick and a Galarian Yanmask. both are female, obviously. kaido absolutely demolishes these two pokemon, with his water and grass type, seeing as they're part fire and ground. first badge complete.

surpsingly, nendo also beats this gym, mainly because eevee can use bite. guess he figured out how to use attacking moves lmao. also yes ik bite is learned at 25, and rn they're at like lv 12 but shh. he found a tm or smt. it also helps thst toritsuka could barely hit nendos eevee due to the ghost and normal type thing.

nendo tries to travel with kaido, but kaido usually manages to worm his way away from him. he usually gets away whenever nendo challenges someone else and they have to tell him that he can't catch someone else's pokemon.

second gym is chiyo's gym. she uses grass types, and her gym is covered in flowers, trees, and it looks like a forest. the puzzle itself is rather simple. the floor is covered in large flowers, and you have to step on the correct ones or get sent back to the start. i like to imagine a giant vine yeeting kaido. chiyo also forgot to write clues over which ones are correct and ends up helping kaido, and winds being endeared by his determination. chiyo uses a Fomantis and a Petilil, because she thinks they're cute. kaido actually struggles quite a bit because he brings a water type and a grsss type. he wins in the end though, because chiyo ends up lovestruck and forgets to attack. she daydreams about inviting him to run the gym with her because he's so talented in her eyes, but he leaves before she can ask, grass badge in hand.

after chiyo's gym, kaido's froakie evolves into Frogadier, and he cries. in-between gyms again, kaido catches a rockruff because it was cute and it whined when he tried to walk away after battle. again, kaido catching types he likes without even knowing, provided his rockruff evolves at nightime. he names it Decimator. at this point i place kaido's levels at 19-21 ish, and close to rockruff and shroomish evolving.

next gym is hairo's and surprise surprise, it's a fire type gym. his gym his very, very intense. he has actual jets of fire lining his gym. there's no puzzle because he believes in just battling for victory or whatever, kaido didn't catch it behind the roar of the fire jets. kaido just walks along a pathway and gets challenged to battle by 3 randoms. i like to imagine one of them is nendo, and its never discussed. he has a fire type and everything, and its just not brought up. he's back to his single eevee after this too. kaido also wins with relative ease, considering he has a water type and rock type, although he makes the mistake of sending shroomish out at some point, but makes a clutch switch after it survives a flamethrower. fire badge obtained.

right after this, his shroomish evolves into breloom and he cries again. he gets very happy when his pokemon evolve. and also, after a few random encounters, his rockruff also evolves. its day form because kaido is a clueless baby. he still loves it all the same. at some point nendo challenges kaido with a single pokemon again, but this time it's a leafeon. kaido asks how he knew to evolve it, and he just says he battled next to some funny looking rock and it changed. of course. it actually manages to oko Frogadier because kaido wasnt expecting anything other than an eevee, but his breloom deals with it easily, because nendo kept using not very effective grass moves because it worked once. how does he have 3 badges again? nobody knows. level 25-27 now.

next gym is saiko's, and he uses normal types because all the other types were "too needy for someone like him." he's got 2 Persians and a Toucannon. he tried to use 3 persians but he was told that he needed something else just in case someone brought a fighting type by his dad. so he grabbed the first wild bird he found and evolved it. saiko doesnt have a puzzle, and instead just has an elevator that you can pay 5000 Pokedollars to use, otherwise you have to take the stairs like a pleb. Kaido takes the stairs because he's keeping his money dammit. its only 3 stories until saiko's floor, so it's really not much. Kaido sweeps easily with breloom until toucannon comes out. breloom gets slaughtered by a flying type move, and he sends out lycanroc to finish it. normal badge complete.

when he next sees nendo, he has a meowth with his leafeon. kaido asks where he got it, and nendo says he found it near the rich looking gym. kaido concludes that nendo accidently stole a pokemon and they go to return it. saiko says that the plebs can have it as a reward for defeating him, and dismisses them. levels 30-33.

5th gym! mera runs this one, and there isn't a type. she has an Alcremie, Appletun, Cherubi, and a Vannilish. what can i say, girl loves her food. kaido is genuinely concerned that she is gonna eat her pokemon though. the challenge is cooking. kaido has to cook curry, and if its bad, he fights a trainer, up to 3 times. if its good he gives it to mera and moves on the next curry. the actual battle goes okay, but its fairly difficult due to not having a single type, and being unpredictable. obviously he wins in the end, and the badge is a bowl of curry.

frogadier evolves into greninja finally, and they have the matching outfits going on. nendo laughs at it. somewhere nendo also got an applin. kaido is fairly sure he took this one from mera as well, but he decides to let it go, and tell nendo how he can evolve it. he doesn't think nendo understood, but he tried. kaido also realizes he only has 3 pokemon, and decides to find two more. he finds a braixen, which he evolves into delphox. her name is Lucifer's Eternal Flames. Lucy for short. he also catches a noibat. the noibat was caught because he got lost in a cave, and the noibat was leading him out, so he decided he couldn't just leave it there. he names it the Jet Bat Wings. yes im doing that and yes its hilarious. levels 37-39.

gym 6. fighting type, and its kuboyasu. he tried to leave behind his violent days behind him, and become a poison type gym, but eventually gave in and did fighting instead. after he had already dyed his hair purple for the colorscheme. he kept the fighting gym purple because he already commited dammit. 4 pokemon, and hes got Toxicroak (yes ik the irony), Lucario, Grapploct, and Pangoro. greninja faints quickly, and so does lycanroc, but after some paralysis tricks with breloom and delphox sweeping the rest, pangoro comes in and ko's delphox. noibat pulls through in the end, with flying type moves. fighting badge earned.

next battle with nendo, and it turns out he actually evolved applin, and now he's got a flapple. kaido is midly impressed. kaido catches his 6th and final pokemon, an absol. he was overjoyed when he finally got another dark type. he names it Fluffy. yes, the dark type doesnt get an edgy name. levels 44-46, there was a longer gap in between the 6th and 7th gyms. oh also, you may be wondering about an evil team in this au. and my answer is....¯\_(ツ)_/¯

gym 7. Fairy type. Teruhashi. you knew she'd be coming eventually. and yes i saved the characters people prolly wanna know about until last haha. and because i think they fit the more difficult gyms. girl's got 5 pokemon, Mimikyu (i think it fits her fake perfect girl personality), Slyveon, Gardevoir, Florges, and Magearna. how does she have a legendary? prolly cause she's perfect and just asked for it, and someone actually found one. No puzzle here, but having to find his way through the mobs of teruhashi fans is prolly hard enough. Kaido actually has to try this gym several times due to him lacking anything good againist fairies. he gets it eventually though, and teruhashi has to reassure her fans that it's okay that she lost before they murder kaido. fairy badge down.

at this point kaido has no clue how nendo keeps getting gym badges. he has 3 pokemon, and one isn't even evolved. especially considering how easily Kaido himself can beat him. kaido I shrug it off as the plothole it usually is in pokemon games. levels 47-50. Noibat evolves into Noivern, and kaido has himself a pretty strong team. Greninja, Delphox, Absol, Lycanroc, Noivern, Breloom. although he has just been choosing based on personal preference, it turnes out nicely. and yes I'm padding this out cause y'all know what gym is next.

Gym number 8. The psychic type gym, run by Saiki and Aiura. It doesn't get more cliche than this. The challenge in this one is a maze. There's no extra trainers here, instead Kaido fights Aiura everytime he encounters her. She only uses 1 Pokemon in these battles because they happen a lot. Kaido wonders how she keeps finding him, let alone getting through the maze so easily when there's walls everywhere. He brushes it off as her just knowing the layout. battle itself happens, and it's a double battle. they each have 3 pokemon. Saiki has a ditto, espeon, and an alolan raichu (because he thought it was cute) Aiura mainly runs the support side of the team, and she's got a female meowstic, alakazam, and reuniclus, and wishes she had a cuter team, but she makes it work. This is prolly Kaido's second hardest gym. not harder than teruhashi's because he had no advantages, unlike this one where he's got several dark types. the battle is hard because they know exactly what kaido is gonna do. the minute he sends out his breloom to get a cheap paralysis, out comes ditto. the breloom ditto nearly wipes out both dark types, but noivern takes care of it, only to meet a sad demise at the hands of raichu, despite the dragon advantage. he's able to win on his second try, after he refused to send out breloom due to the fact that they just seem to know his next move. it creeped him out. Psychic badge done.

nendo tries to take saiki out for ramen with him and kaido after his gym fight, declaring him his best buddy, and it's not explained why nendo decided this. nendo eventually wins the argument and they get ramen. kaido notices saiki looks disturbed everytime he looks at nendo, but brushes it off as "yeah he disturbs me too." they part ways and onto victory road because im still mourning how there wasn't one in sword and shield. after victory road, kaido is nearing level 60 on everyone.

elite four? eheh i don't know who'd make it up. prolly 4 previous gym leaders with fully evolved teams and more pokemon. not tlo worries about them tho.

Kaido bests the elite four, and marches on to the champion.

Champion Akechi. Full team of 6 Pokemon, and he's a formidable opponent. He's able to easily predict what moves are going to be used next, and always has type advantage. Although, unlike before, while difficult to do, it is possible to do something unpredictable to trip him up, which is the only way Kaido is able to win. His team consists of Serperior, Glaceon, Gyrados, Ninetales, Togekiss (it's just there to be annoying, it can barely attack, and akechi did this to be a nuisance so he can't be clean sweeped), and Mew. Again, I love unexplained lengendaries on teams okay. To Kaido, it seems like with enough switching, he could easily defeat Akechi, but Akechi is very good at predicting. So againist Akechi, it's like the team as been catered specifically to beat Kaido. But, knowing him, it likely was. It takes him ages to beat Akechi. Like literal ages. The only saving grace is Akechi can get tripped up if Kaido is unpredictable enough. It's likely a mixture of that and para hscks that lets him win, and Kaido is champion. Nendo did try to challenge him (somehow beating the elite four) but was beaten. I love how the rivals always beat everything but then get horribly beaten by you.

Holy shit this is longer than i thought it would be. I have been writing this for literal hours. Hope you enjoyed. This is what my brain had inspiration for today apparently, instesd of the fic im working on.

Hadn't seen too much Pokemon stuff for saiki k yet, so tada. and yes, i came up with most of this while writing. the only idea i had before i started writing was the saiki and aiura gym

#saiki k #saiki kusuo no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo #kaidou shun #nendo riki #teruhashi kokomi #chiyo yumehara #akechi touma #saiko metori #kuboyasu aren #hairo kineshi #toritsuka reita #aiura mikoto #mera chisato #pokemon #pokemon au #saiki kusuke

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katherinewilliams221b · 4 years

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For A Greater Good 8/18

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Summary: Kate Williams, young healer and member of the Order, joins Durmstrang’s staff at Dumbledore’s request. Her mission? Find a Death Eater and survive long enough to tell the story. Set in 1996.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x ofc/mc

Masterlist

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

[Part 6] [Part 7]

It was a busy night; full of nightmares and scares. Flavia Hodges didn’t sleep a wink all night, and consequently, neither did Kate. Around four o’clock in the morning, she fell into the bed next to the teacher’s, only to be woken up two hours later.

Cassandra Steiner shook the young healer’s shoulder until she opened her eyes. As if a rock were strapped to her chest, Kate slowly stood up and put her palm to one eye to get the sleep away.

“Have you spent the night here?” She only answered Cassandra with a nod and looked up to see that Professor Hodges was still sleeping.

“I couldn’t leave. She had nightmares all night, screaming, keeping us all awake. She said she didn’t want to teach anymore, she was quitting, and she’d tell the headmistress today.”

Cassandra tapped her fingers on her thigh. “Anything else?”

Kate looked down, “No.” Steiner nodded before leaving her side.

She decided not to comment that she thought Flavia was trying to pronounce Karkarov’s name, keeping the information for Astrid Rhode.

“I don’t want to give her more calming draught,” Kate began as she stood up, “I’m worried that...”

When she reached Flavia’s side, she removed some silver curls from in front of her ear and came over to inspect her neck. She pressed her eyes tightly, still struggling to keep them open, and looked again.

“Miss Steiner?” She said over her shoulder. Cassandra returned to her side with an almost exasperated look.

“Now what’s going on?”

“Look at this mark. It’s a bruise, but look closer.” Kate stepped aside to make room for her, and the mediwizard ducked to her level.

“It’s like a little hole. From a puncture...” Cassandra hummed, and after checking that she had no more marks, she got up to talk to Kate.

“Well, this is the ultimate proof: it was intentional and someone tried to kill her.”

“The foam coming out of her mouth didn’t convince you?” Steiner threw a fake smile at the comment, not too pleased with the sarcasm.

“You know what? Take the rest of the day off. And tomorrow, too. Come back on Monday.”

Of all the things Kate expected for her to say, that wasn’t one of them. Steiner kept talking but only heard that she was also giving another mediwizard a day off.

“If you leave now, you’ll get to breakfast before the kids.” With that, Cassandra turned around and set about ordering some untagged bottles.

Kate stood and watched Cassandra before slowly walking to the door. With one last look and a wrinkle between her eyebrows, she left the hospital wing and, without bothering to go through the dining room, decided to go straight up to her room.

She skipped lunch, too, having slept through the afternoon; she saw no daylight that Saturday because when she woke up, storm clouds were stalking the castle, leaving everything in darkness.

The respite Cassandra gave her, apart from being confusing and somewhat suspicious, also proved to be very convenient; Kate took advantage of that afternoon to recover her strength, which was rapidly beginning to run out.

She escaped to the kitchens without being seen, read the first of the stories in Corentin’s book, put her notes in order in her notebook, and was able to enjoy an afternoon without those bulky uniform skirts, sighing with relief when she could dress up in Charlie’s T-shirt and simple jeans.

She had also taken the opportunity to visit headmistress Rhode’s office, but she had left in a hurry to her class. She said that if she wanted to talk to her, she should go the next afternoon.

When her eyes got tired of reading in the dim light of her candle, she put her cape on the desk and placed the book and notebook right on top. With a quill, she traced part of the outline of the objects on the cloth and while looking at the parchment Corentin had written; she spent the rest of the afternoon entertaining herself with a needle.

The next day, rested but not quite composed, Kate evaluated her options. She put her uniform back on, and with her new pockets sewn into her cloak, she armed herself with her notebook and book and set off on her adventure.

After breakfast, she walked through the halls, stopping to ask where the herbology class was being held, and after several confusing and contradictory directions, she left the castle.

The storm that finally decided to fall the night before had left the skies clear and cold, and Kate was grateful for the magical properties of her uniform that kept her from freezing.

She stopped short when she realised where she had ended up around the corner. The outer corridor where Corentin showed her the mark of Grindelwald. Only this time, she appeared at the other end.

With her head tilted to her right, she looked for the number 82 plaque that indicated the herbology classroom. It didn’t take long to find it, and when she arrived, she turned to look around.

There were few people outside. From where she stood she could clearly see the column with the mark, the quidditch field in the distance, and part of one of the lakes surrounding the castle.

The door was open, and she ventured inside with a determined step.

She was not sure what she expected to find. It had a blackboard that occupied an entire wall, a desk with a pile of books on it, and student desks that were facing it.

She went over to the desk and started opening drawers. A quill and several scrolls were all she found.

Then she inspected the books, the same ones Flavia had dropped that fateful day. She opened the one on top of the pile.

She could not resist raising her eyebrows at the innocent, and in her opinion, boring contents. She remembered the lessons with Professor Sprout and how they spent the days with their hands buried in pots.

“Do they learn anything from this? It doesn’t even have enough drawings,” she said under her breath and immediately chuckled as he imagined Corentin excited by some good illustrations.

She closed the book and sighed thoughtfully. There was no indication that anything out of the ordinary had happened.

“Let’s see,” she began moving to the board. She raised one arm and pretended to write. “I am Flavia Hodges, professor of herbology. I’m in my boring class, with no... posters or pictures, with my boring books and my bored students.”

She walked over to the desk and picked up all the books and immediately put them back down.

“Okay, you were carrying them with magic, weren’t you? So you should have been concentrated and just thinking about that.” She said to no one.

With a gesture of the wand the books raised in the air and Kate took them to the door, she went out and she continued through the corridor recreating the steps that Flavia must have done.

“There’s no one now, but at the time, I was walking among a wave of students and teachers who come from here to there.”

She looked at the column and switched the books to the side to see it better and went on her way.

“So I keep walking with my books, where am I going? To the library?”

She reached the end of the corridor and saw the stairs leading up to the castle where she and Corentin went.

“I go up those stairs and immediately collapse.” She turned to see the long road she had travelled. “And something happened between the classroom and the stairs. But what?”

She turned again, but she crashed against a firm body. Distracted, all the books fell to the floor.

“Hey! Where are you going in such a hurry?” Kent Jorgensen was standing in front of her with smiling eyes. “Were you going to return the books to Corentin?”

Kate made all the books back into an orderly pile as she thought about how to answer.

“Yes. Yes, exactly.” Jorgensen nodded.

“It’s very kind of you to help Flavia with everything that’s happening to her. Cassandra told me that you took the day off today and since I found you, perhaps you would like to join me,” he nodded towards the quidditch field.

“Today is game day, quite an experience.”

“Better not. I must take these books and... I don’t want to leave Professor Hodges alone. I know it’s my day off, but...”

“Nonsense. You deserve a break, and Cassandra can handle herself. So do these books.” He shook his wand and the mountain of copies rose in the air and made their way to the stairs; the door opened, and they disappeared inside the castle.

“Come on, you’ll have fun.” He said as he started to walk.

Kate sighed and followed in his footsteps, thinking that attending one, and only one, of the games would be enough to fulfil the promise she had made to Charlie and thus answer any questions he might have.

They walked together in silence, only accompanied by the sounds of screams and laughter that became more and more audible.

“No wonder there’s no one in the castle, everyone’s here.” Kate said as she arrived at the field.

“Oh, yes, we take it very seriously. First-year students are training now, but then the real game starts.”

A man with deep brown skin and the roundest eyes Kate’s ever seen, was in the middle of the field and when they were spotted, he raised his hand to greet them in their direction with a big smile.

Jorgensen reciprocated both the greeting and the joyous expression.

“That’s Sheyi Mawut, the coach, the best one!” He corrected, “He played for the Tchamba Charmers, do you know the team?”

“Yes, my b... yes, I’ve heard about them.” She cut the sentence before she could mention Charlie, and luckily the teacher was so engrossed in watching the man that he ignored it completely.

“Why don’t you find a seat, I’ll say hi to Sheyi.” Jorgensen said without looking at her, and started off on his way to center field.

Kate watched as the two chatted animatedly, patting each other on the back and laughing together.

While climbing the stairs she dodged several boys and girls until she finally found a free place in the last row.

It was hard to think that the calm and wise looking Professor Jorgensen would have behaved so irrationally; accusing Libor Marek of stealing his ingredients. If it was true, Kate didn’t know.

At all times, she had to be reminded that everyone, including her, played a part in the plot she was in and no one was who they said they were.

She was about to close the book after reading the last word, when she heard a voice beside her.

Taking advantage of the sun and the wait, Kate reached into her cape and pulled out the Tales of Beedle the Bard, opening it for the second story: The Fountain of Good Fortune.

“Excuse me, you’re the healer who treated Professor Hodges, right?”

Kate looked up and found a blonde girl whose face was familiar. “Yeah, why do you ask?”

“My name is Vic. You asked me for help when she was poisoned...”

“Yes, it’s true. Can I help you? Are you all right?” Vic shook her hands and her head.

“It’s not that, it’s just...” She sat down next to her and kept whispering, “I thought I should tell you that Professor Hodges didn’t accidentally fall down the stairs.”

Kate slammed the book shut and leaned over. “She didn’t?”

“I didn’t see it, but my best friend told me she saw the main staircase turn into a slide and then disappear.” She paused before adding, “In other circumstances I would have thought it was silly, but...”

“I understand. Thanks for telling me.”

“I really don’t understand. Why would anyone want to hurt Hodges? The only enemies she can have are her 15 students... if you can call them enemies…”

“Only fifteen?” Kate asked in surprise.

“Yes, herbology is only taught in the first year. Then it is an elective, but generally no one is interested. Popular lessons are Dark arts; with Rhode, advanced duelling and potions.”

“Yes, I know that...”

More and more people gathered in the seats in the stands as the centre of the camp was cleared. Coach Mawut, in his black and gold robes, flew in surfing style, picking up the quaffles that had been in use.

“The game is about to begin; The Screeching Eagles vs. the White Manticores, it will be exciting! No one has a chance in winter against the Manticores. By the way, I went to return Professor Hodges’ glasses.”

“I know. I saw them, thank you.” With a smile, Kate and Vic said their goodbyes and watched her go down the stairs looking for a seat next to her friends.

At that moment, Kent Jorgensen returned to her side.

“What a character Sheyi is,” he said with a mischievous smile, “every time I try to watch them practise the reverse pass, they just happen to be over.” He shook his head, still smiling, and didn’t notice Kate slipping the book under her cloak.

In a burst of courage, she thought perhaps she could test the waters with Jorgensen.

“I have been informed that Flavia did not stumble on the stairs.”

The professor kept looking at the field. He didn’t even change his expression. Though uneasy, his mind was under control.

“Glisseo.” He simply commented, “It’s a spell to turn stairs into ramps. I was there, a small group of students were laughing, I imagine it was a joke gone wrong.”

Kate made no further comment on this and consequently, neither did he.

Sheyi Mawut stood in the centre of the field and introduced the teams, who shot out boasting of their manoeuvres in the air.

Kate calculated that the time she could stand watching a game without Charlie playing was thirty minutes. However, she had to watch the seventh graders circle in front of her for another hour and a half.

The most interesting moment occurred toward the end of the game, where the commentator announced that The White Manticore seeker had gone out in search of the snitch behind the mountains.

She smirked as she understood the all-white uniform of the Manticores and that when they rose higher than their opponents; it was difficult to keep track of them with the characteristic snowy peaks of the area in the background.

Kate sighed with relief when the phrase 250 to 210. The White Manticores win! End of the game. Echoed around.

It took a long time to descend from the stands; the crowd was walking in its own good time and as they waited, Kate took time to admire the views.

She watched from afar as the coach congratulated the champions and spoke animatedly to any student who approached.

He chatted with a boy, and immediately they both climbed on their broomsticks. Kate looked at the ground to avoid tripping as she went down and missed how the boy went upside down in the air.

Once downstairs, she said goodbye to Jorgensen, but before she could make her way back to the castle, a cry caught his attention.

The boy practicing with Mawut was writhing in pain on the floor, his broom was on the floor and Sheyi kneeled by his side.

Kate shot out in his direction and knelt down beside him.

“He fell on his arm.” Mawut’s tone was calm and comforting. Kate raised the boy’s arm, and he hissed when she gently twisted it.

“It’s just crooked. Luckily it wasn’t very high.”

“How do you know it’s not broken?” asked the boy in a shy voice.

“Because if it was, when I turned it you would have tried to break your broom over my head.” The boy giggled at the comment, and Mawut and Kate exchanged a smile.

“I’ll bandage it now, but we must go to the hospital wing and get you something for the swelling.” After some bandages appeared in the air and were tied to his arm, Kate looked at him and asked him to stand up when she noticed a purplish shadow next to his eye.

“How did this happen?” He turned his head violently and covered the side of his face.

Mawut and Kate grabbed him by the armpits to help him up.

“Micael! Come here right now!” All three looked up and the boy’s panicked face didn’t go unnoticed.

Leron Angelov dashed towards them and wrestled with Kate to get Michael out of her grasp.

“What have I told you...?” He angry-whispered. Angelov grabbed him by the ear and pulled him to himself.

“Release him right now, please.” Kate’s tone was sharp and definitive. Angelov ignored her and pushed his son to walk in front of him. Kate chased them across the lawn.

“He must go to the infirmary at once! Professor Angelov!”

Leron turned so violently that Kate’s first reflex was to squeeze her wand and aim it at him without lifting her wrist from her hip.

“You decide nothing. Mind your own business.” He marched behind his son and they grew smaller as they walked away towards the castle.

A reassuring hand rested on her shoulder and tapped several times. Mawut smiled empathetically and set about collecting the brooms that had been left behind.

After forcing herself to eat a sandwich at lunchtime, Kate tried to talk to Rhode again.

So far, everything seemed normal; the students were agitated about the exams that were just around the corner, but not about any intruder or unwelcome presence.

And the teachers... she couldn’t say anything about it. The truth was that she had had too little contact with them to draw any conclusions. She wasn’t sure that their being calm was a good sign.

“We need to talk.” Rhode announced from her chair when she saw Kate come in.

“I agree...”

“Me first, if you don’t mind.” She shifted in his seat and put her arms over the desk while Kate sat on the other side. She handed her a scroll to look at.

“This is the resignation of Flavia Hodges. She signed it a few hours ago and I’ve already stamped it.”

Kate looked at the document and then at Astrid, waiting for the next sentence.

“In view of the murder attempts she’s been suffering, I think this is the best option.”

“I think she meant to tell me it was Igor Karkarov.” She left the scroll on the table and waited for the headmistress’ reaction.

“Karkarov?” Her eyebrows immediately raised, and she interlocked her fingers in front of her.

Kate shrugged and shook her head. “I suggest increasing the security of the castle. Someone called the British Ministry for him, probably Hodges.”

“She would have warned me...” she thought for a few seconds and with a sharp inhalation continued, “Besides, that Ministry employee came before the attacks on Flavia began.”

“But what if he’s here? I mean, Karkarov arrives, someone sees him and warns the Ministry to come and get him, but he can’t find him and the man is still in the castle.”

Rhode opened one of her drawers and pulled out a blank parchment sheet.

“I’m going to write to Albus. I refuse bringing any more people from the Ministry into my school. Hodges will be transferred in a week or two, after which we’ll put guards on it if necessary.”

“I don’t think it’s right to leave Hodges alone if someone wants to kill her...”

“Until the time of her departure, she will be accompanied at all times. Now, I must wait for Dumbledore’s advice and in that time find a new herbology professor. If possible, by tomorrow.”

Kate sighed and got up from her seat. Understanding that the director could not give her any advice on how to proceed, or act on Voldemort’s alleged mole, she went to the door to let her work.

She was about to turn the knob when an idea was planted in her brain. And it took root. It would be hard to get rid of that plan.

Too irrational. Too risky.

But maybe...

Kate turned around and asked,

“Why does Flavia Hodges have her students’ textbooks?” Astrid looked at her curiously.

“All subjects have copies of the books for those students who don’t want or can’t afford them. Usually only students from wealthier families buy them.”

Kate hummed and slid back into the chair. “I need to get closer to the teachers and... you can say no, but...”

“What do you propose?”

“To be the new Herbology teacher.”

[Part 9]

A/N It just occurred to me that if you want to be tagged I can start a tag list, just say it and it’s done <3

#charlie weasley #charlie x jacob's sibling #charlie weasley x oc #charlie weasley x ofc #charlie weasley x mc #hphm #hphm fanfiction #durmstrang series #mc #charlie weasley fanfiction #kate williams #durmstrang #charlieweasley #for a greater good series

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clan-sayeed-fic · 4 years

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Let me earn your trust (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios)

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they're the property of Pixelberry Studios as well) Warnings: a little smut? (we are getting there, I promise haha) Rating: Mature Author's note: I'm not a native English speaker, I'm sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).

The last chapter turned out pretty dark, but can you blame me? I remember writing it during exams time and finishing multiple projects. In this chapter, on the other hand, you'll get more interaction between Kamilah and Amy.

Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day!

~ 2000 words

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Chapter 6

The first thing that hit her consciousness was the smell of lavender.

Next, she felt her body being covered with a soft cloth.

Then, she heard her weak breath sounds.

Finally, Amy opened her eyes slowly, taking the surroundings in. Her head was spinning. It hurt badly from the fall, the same as her right shoulder and hip.

She found herself in someone's bedroom. The room was designed with a good taste, modern but cozy at the same time. At the core of the room was the bed, that Amy was laying on. Wooden walls and carpeted floor, with a large wardrobe with a mirror on it. She looked in it, seeing her own reflection. Pale skin, bags under her eyes.

With a sigh, Amy lifted herself on the elbows.

She looked over her body. She was left in her underwear, her left wrist bandaged. Confused, she took off the bandage to see healed skin under it. Amy shook her head, trying to clear her mind full of questions, but it made things even worse, sending stabbing pain through her whole body.

Within sight, she found clothes laying on the chair near the bed. She reached there and quickly put them on. It was white, tank top and sweatpants, surprisingly fitting her shape.

Amy stood up from the bed, leaving the bed linen messed up on the mattress. She got closer to the door, reaching for the door handle, but the sound coming from outside the room made her stop. Amy leaned on them instead to hear better the conversation.

"I can't understand, how could you keep this from me for so long," she heard men's voice full of disappointment.

"I gave my word," the woman said calmly, "you know what that means to me."

"I know, but this is such a discovery," he changed his tone to more enthusiastic.

"We should better focus on the reason why we were attacked by newly turned," she stopped for a moment, then added louder, "Amy, you can get out now. I can sense that you're not asleep anymore."

Amy's heart stopped for a second. She was reconsidering her options. It would be much easier if she had any.

Finally, after taking a deep breath, she opened the door, slowly getting out of the room. She walked through a short corridor, which ended with a view on a living room.

She saw there Adrian sitting on the couch, and Kamilah standing near the window. From the view behind the window, Amy could deduce that it was still night.

"I can see that the clothes are fitting you," Kamilah met her gaze. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm about to faint," Amy said, running fingers through her hair, slowly getting back her memories.

"Maybe you should sit down," Adrian stood up, pointing at the couch.

Amy looked into his blue eyes, and then the first memory hit her. How she met them at Priya's party.

"Oh my god," Amy's breath quickened, making her lose balance as she steadied herself by the wall with her left hand.

Amy looked from Kamilah to Adrian a couple of times.

"You are..." she couldn't believe her own thoughts.

"Yes?" Kamilah stared at her intensely.

"You are vampires," she said quietly as the whispering would help somehow.

"I didn't see that coming," Adrian raised his eyebrows in surprise, while Kamilah was standing in the same place, unmoved.

"It's just a bad dream, Amy," the girl told herself. "You will wake up any minute, and..."

"I don't think so," Kamilah interrupted her.

That triggered Amy's mind. She remembered the last night, the party that she worked on, it wasn't going so well. She switched tables with Lily, and then.

Lily!

Vampires attacked the hall, her best friend disappeared. Everything came back to her mind in an instant.

"Lily," she groaned in pain after making a quick step toward doors, her head hurt so bad.

"This is not a good idea," Adrian stopped her, gently holding her arm.

"I need to find her," Amy said, hurting mentally.

"Was that your best friend?" Adrian remembered her name and the waitress serving at their table.

"Yes, I came back for her, I couldn't find her," she lost too much blood, even this small talk tiring her.

"There are small chances that she survived the attack," Kamilah said, looking at the window, taking a sip of water from the glass that she held in her hand.

"No!" Amy's eyes glowed with anger, her body sending electricity to Adrian's hand, making him step back, "she survived, I know this."

Kamilah saw Amy's reflection in the window. She remembered a small note from one of her books.

"Rarely, Bloodkeeper can make her eyes glow on purpose. It can happen when she is angry or want to show domination over vampires."

Kamilah turned from the window to face Adrian.

"Go, find this human being," she knew how dangerous it was. "Be cautious."

When he disappeared outside the apartment, she added.

"And you better hope that he will come back, safe and sound."

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It's been nearly half an hour since Adrian left. Amy was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. Her chest lifting and falling slowly. She kept looking ahead on the painting, hanging on the wall. It was an abstract forest emerging from the fog on it.

Kamilah was moving around the kitchen to pass the time. Both of them silent during those long minutes.

Finally, Kamilah decided to speak.

"You would be more comfortable on the couch," she didn't look in human's direction, filling herself a cup of tea.

Amy broke out of her thoughts.

"I'm good here," she lied, afraid that if she stood up, she would fall apart.

"Then, I suppose, I will have to carry you on my own when you faint again," Kamilah said emotionless.

That motivated Amy enough to prove her wrong. She stood up, steadying herself by the wall with her hands, and made her way toward the couch. After she reached it, she collapsed on it with a loud sigh.

Kamilah smirked to herself before turning around and sitting in the armchair in front of the couch. The vampire put a cup of tea prepared for Amy and took a small sip of her own.

Amy curled up on the couch and started thinking again. Loud ticking of the clock on the wall making her nervous.

Kamilah sat there, staring at the girl. Her brow furrowed as she saw Amy's eyes shifting uncontrollably from green-ish to golden.

"Have a drink, it should help you relax," Kamilah pointed at the cup.

Amy did as she suggested without much thinking. She took a sip, feeling warm liquid, spreading peace all over her body. Sweet taste in her mouth.

"Is it with honey?" Amy asked curiously.

"Don't you like it?" Kamilah answered with a question, wondering.

"I do, a lot," the girl ensured by taking another sip, it made tension leave Kamilah's body.

Amy's eyes stayed green, and Kamilah could hear her heartbeat becoming steady again.

"Don't you have questions?" the woman wondered.

"Not so much," Amy whispered, then added more confident, "there's a lot about you on the internet."

"Oh, really?" Kamilah smiled with irony.

"Immortal, fast, bloodsuckers," Amy started pointing out, "you can't show in the daylight without a covered skin. You can hear better than any creature on Earth. You are impossibly strong and hungry all the time."

"I can see," Kamilah didn't correct her, everything that Amy said, was on point.

"As much information I could find about you," Amy said unsurely, "there was nothing about someone like me."

She is smart, Kamilah thought, losing herself in Amy's eyes. It was unusual for her to have this high opinion about mortal.

"You're a Bloodkeeper," Kamilah decided to share this information with the girl.

She started telling Amy what she found out about her. That she was the only one walking on Earth at this time. About her precious blood and how it affected vampires.

For a moment, she had second thoughts if she could share this much with a human. Kamilah wasn't naive, she knew that those pieces of information were valuable enough to make an enemy of the girl. More than that, she wanted to see how it would come out if vampires and the Bloodkeeper tried to cooperate for once. There was always a fight between them, and it never ended well for each side.

Kamilah wanted to believe that it was possible to gain this girl's trust and learn more about her abilities. Moreover, she knew that Adrian would have the same intentions.

"So, my blood is extra precious for you," Amy took her time to adjust to new information. "I'm like a superhuman with tender senses, and my eyes are my weakness."

She said all of that with a furrowed forehead.

"And I'm the only one," she summarised.

"Yes, you are the only one Bloodkeeper," Kamilah said, "but that doesn't mean that you have to be alone."

Amy smiled at her softly. She put the empty cup on the table. When she did so, Kamilah saw something strange on her wrist. It made her stood up. She went around the coffee table and sat down near the girl. Kamilah sensed Amy's lack of confidence as she watched the vampire's moves closely.

"May I see your wrist?" Kamilah extended a hand.

Amy slowly did the same with her right palm.

"The one that was wounded," Kamilah didn't wait and gently reached for girl's left wrist.

She looked at it with confusion in her eyes. She could still see the scar of cutting.

"I don't understand why it's not healed," Kamilah said her thoughts aloud, "as the Bloodkeeper, you should be recovering faster."

Amy lost herself under the touch of Kamilah's gentle strokes on her scar. That's when she realized what was going on and tried to take it away, but the vampire increased grip just a little bit. Enough to keep her in place.

Amy's breathing accelerated, just like her heartbeat.

"It's um..." she could feel Kamilah's body leaning closer, "it's an old scar."

Amy could feel the heat burning inside of her. Kamilah's mouth dangerously close as Amy's eyes dared to glow again, she managed to stop them just in time.

"Are you afraid?" Kamilah whispered, eyes piercing through Amy.

"I..." she kept on stammering, "I'm not sure."

Kamilah's free hand reached behind Amy's body under the pillow, unbelievably slow. She picked up a soft, grey blanket.

"I can tell," she said with a smirk, sitting further from Amy, letting her catch a breath. "You should take a nap, you're not fully rested."

Kamilah left the blanket on the couch, and stood up, making her way to the other room, the one that Amy hadn't seen yet.

"What about Lily?" Amy asked, trying to sound natural.

"I will wake you up if anything happens," Kamilah said without turning around, disappearing behind the door.

Amy sighed, overwhelmed. She took the woman's advice and curled under the blanket.

As Kamilah shouted the door of her office behind, she felt the tension leaving her body. She poured herself a glass of gin and drank all of it with one sip.

What was that, she asked, confused. Kamilah didn't feel this way around anyone for a long time. And she was clearly shaken up by the reaction of her own body. By the fact that she was losing her self control while being near this girl.

It made her wonder if that was one of Amy's abilities that she was not aware of.

***

After nearly an hour, Kamilah heard someone parking in the garage a few floors beneath. The next thing that she heard was the sound created by the elevator.

She could sense Adrian's presence and one slow heartbeat of someone who he dragged with himself.

Damn it, Adrian, she shook her head with annoyance.

She left her office to wake Amy up.

Next chapter: 7

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rosyyeols · 5 years

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cloud 9 | 18+

Nine pairs of eyes devoured you, heady gazes dragging from head to toe. It sent heady arousal shooting through you just from the anticipation alone.

You had a long night ahead of you.

Smut: fem!reader x ot9

kink list: gangbang, dom!exo, size difference, cumplay, orgasm denial, exhibitionism (of sorts), overstimulation, degradation*****, choking (ok it’s not choking choking but mc chokes on dick does that count), double penetration/anal play, mentions of tears but it’s because that dick is bomb lol (i didn’t include anything that wasn’t asked for more than once, i got a lot of suggestions!) (this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written eek)

*****(degradation = lots of use of the words slut, whore, and other really degrading names. this, along with everything else in this fic, is consensual)

ps: thank you for 1000 followers <3 and also happy late valentine’s day

You’d slept with all of them. At some point or another.

They were your neighbors and you were new in town. They were plenty attractive and you didn’t know anyone. And so the first few months that you spent in your new apartment, you were tumbling in and out of your neighbors’ beds, never with more than three of them at a time. You were open about who you slept with, and none of them seemed to have a problem with sharing. Which led you to today’s proposition. A simple message in a hastily made group chat.

what if all of u were to fuck me at once?

Chanyeol was the first to reply: an enthusiastic yes. Next was Baekhyun, and then Sehun. A couple of them had loosened up to the idea within the hour, and the last had been convinced through several begging messages from the first three who had replied so quickly. As soon as Minseok, the last to agree, finally typed out a simple yes, you sent what you hoped would be the final message of the day.

door’s open. i’m wet already.

You tossed your phone on your nightstand and lay back against the pillows, waiting for your front door to swing open. Your clothes had already been discarded and you spread your legs, dipping your finger shallowly into your wetness, your thumb brushing lightly over your clit.

You heard the soft click of the door opening and shuffled footsteps coming closer to your open bedroom door. You smirked to yourself and tilted your head back. You knew the exact moment that everyone had entered the room because the footsteps stopped abruptly. A deep voice muttered a curse.

“Afternoon, boys,” you purred, opening your eyes. “You all know I’m on the pill and lube is on the nightstand. Everyone knows the safewords, am I correct?”

Nine pairs of eyes devoured you, heady gazes dragging from head to toe. It sent heady arousal shooting through you just from the anticipation alone.

You had a long night ahead of you.

“So are you just going to stand there, or is someone going to come over here and touch me?”

As if snapped out of their reverie, Chanyeol and Baekhyun stepped forward. “You’re real naughty, you know that?” Baekhyun said, grabbing you by your ankles and tugging you forward. “Nine men at once? Can you handle that, baby?”

You opened your mouth to retort but you were stopped when you heard Chanyeol undoing his belt. “You wanna show them how your tiny little mouth takes my cock, sweetheart?”

Your mouth practically watered at the sight of Chanyeol’s cock, half hard and thick. You had spent so much time gagging on his length that your mouth opened obediently on its own. Someone watching chuckled in amusement.

You got onto your hands and knees so Chanyeol could stand on the side of the bed and feed you his cock. You took the head in your mouth gingerly, swirling your tongue around it. He hissed, fingers sinking into your hair as you lowered your head further.

“She takes it so well,” Jongin remarked softly, barely heard over the slick sounds of your lips sliding over Chanyeol’s dick.

You barely registered the weight on the bed shifting until you felt hot breath at your entrance. You immediately inhaled shakily through your nose, causing Baekhyun to laugh.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he cooed, licking a stripe up your folds. “So cute.” You flushed when you felt him pulling your cheeks apart so he could have better access, fucking you with his tongue.

Your jaw relaxed when you whined, and as a result, Chanyeol took the opportunity to thrust into the back of your throat and hold you there. Your throat clenched around his cock and he groaned. “Fuck, that’s it. You want me to fuck you face? Want me to fuck that pretty little face until you swallow my cum?”

He released his hold on you so you could take in a breath. You sputtered and coughed, blinking away the tears in your eyes as his cock slapped against your cheek, leaving a trail of wetness against your skin.

“Please,” you gasped. “Fuck my face, Yeol.”

He was ruthless, snapping his hips into you as Baekhyun continued to eat you out. In the corner of your eye, you could see the others waiting for their turn, shedding their clothing with enraptured eyes. “Give them a show,” Baekhyun said, shoving two fingers inside your soaked pussy. “Show them what’s waiting for them.”

You looked up at Chanyeol with watery eyes, hollowing your cheeks and sucking every time he thrusted in. Drool was slipping out of the corner of your mouth but you loved this, you loved just being fucking used like this.

Without warning, Baekhyun buried himself inside of you, and you gurgled around Chanyeol’s cock. Your fingers dug into the covers underneath you as you let out choked moan after choked moan. Baekhyun matched his pace with Chanyeol’s, thrusting in whenever Chanyeol pulled out. He stilled when Chanyeol’s pace began to stutter, fingering your clit as you writhed between them.

“F-Fuck,” Chanyeol groaned, pushing in until your nose was touching his skin. His cum shot down your throat so that you couldn’t even taste it. He pulled out with a satisfied grunt, but you didn’t even have a second to catch your breath before Baekhyun was pulling you up by your chest.

He fucked you from behind but held you vertically against his chest so that the others could fully see your fucked out expression. They eyed you hungrily, making you pulse around Baekhyun’s cock. He shoved two fingers in your mouth and spread them to pull your lips apart, forcing your noises to spill out unhindered.

“Who’s next?” Baekhyun asked. “Baby slut needs all her holes filled.”

Kyungsoo stepped forward, already naked. He climbed onto the bed and brushed Baekhyun’s hand off of you and replaced it with his mouth. His tongue shoved its way into your mouth, swallowing all of your moans. His hands traveled down your body as Baekhyun kept up his merciless pace, stopping at your breasts and then all the way down to your clit. You keened at the contact, and you would have fallen forward if not for Kyungsoo’s body against yours.

“You made me so hard,” he whispered against your lips. “Fucking other people like this while I watch?” He took his own cock in his hands and used the tip of it to lightly stimulate your clit, making you groan in frustration.

“It sounds like she wants to come,” Baekhyun said breathlessly. “Not before I fill this pussy up.”

“As soon as he comes, someone else is going to fuck you with his cum still inside of you,” Kyungsoo whispered harshly. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked lightly, tilting your head to make you look at him. “Does that turn you on? You like being our filthy little cumdump?” You cried out brokenly, earning another pull on your hair. “You have to answer me with words.”

“Y-Yes,” you moaned. You were so desperately close to the edge now, the combination of Kyungsoo’s sinful words and Baekhyun’s fucking bringing you to your orgasm. “I love it, I love it, fuck.”

“Shit,” Baekhyun said, breath hitching. His arms scrambled around your waist and pulled you against him, his warm cum filling you up. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he pulled out, his cum already seeping out to make a mess between your thighs.

Kyungsoo arranged you so you were laying down with your head hanging off the bed and settled between your legs. “I think I’ll push his cum further inside of you,” he hummed, pressing a chaste kiss against your throbbing clit. You moaned, making to bury your hands in his hair before they were swatted away. “Don’t make me have to tie you down,” he teased. You settled for fisting the sheets as he inserted two fingers into your heat.

Before you knew it, Sehun was there with his cock hanging in front of your face. You accepted him with no protest, throat relaxing enough for him to immediately thrust as deep as he could go. Your back arched when Kyungsoo pressed his thumb steadily onto your clit, whining around the thick cock in your mouth.

“It feels so good when you moan like that,” Sehun gasped, pulling out to give you time to breathe. “I wonder what it would feel like if you came.”

“She isn’t coming yet,” Kyungsoo said sharply. “Not until at least half of us are satisfied. And,” he added, taking your clit into his mouth, “she has to beg for it.”

You breathed in raggedly before Sehun was thrusting inside your mouth again, pounding relentlessly into you. Three times you were brought to the edge only to be stopped by Kyungsoo’s relentless teasing. You were begging wordlessly now, openly crying out as best as you could with a dick stuffed in your mouth, hips raising to feel any kind of friction at all. Kyungsoo stilled you with a slap to your thigh.

It didn’t take much longer for Sehun to come, spilling ropes of the stuff all over your face. You swallowed what landed on your tongue and yelped when you were pulled upwards. Kyungsoo settled himself against the headboard and you lowered yourself slowly onto his cock, training your eyes on your audience. Junmyeon and Yixing both approached at the same time.

You took turns like that, stroking Junmyeon’s cock as Yixing fucked your face, switching every minute as you bounced on Kyungsoo’s cock. The room was a symphony of moans and the wet sounds of skin on skin. There was so much, too much going on yet you were so fucking content just to be like this, to be used.

But no matter how much you tried to ignore it, you could feel the heat building up in your stomach, rising each time you slam down onto Kyungsoo’s cock. You looked up at Junmyeon with desperate eyes as you hollowed your cheeks around his dick, dizzy with the impending feeling. You felt Kyungsoo reach around and you wanted to sob when he started to rub your clit in harsh, fast circles. “Fucking come,” Junmyeon growled. “Come on his cock like a good little slut.”

The waves overtook you finally, and it was so good you could have cried. You released Junmyeon’s cock from your mouth and threw your head back, crying out. You writhed and whimpered, babbling all kinds of nonsense spilling from your open mouth. Kyungsoo’s fingers didn’t stop, they kept touching you until you were screaming.

“Fuck, I can’t,” you sobbed. “Wait, Soo-”

“You can handle it, can’t you?” Yixing asked sweetly, fisting his cock in front of your face. “Can’t you come again for us?”

It took a few minutes, but you came again, and this time the tears were flowing freely down your face as you screamed. Your thighs shook and you nearly keened over, just barely able to hold yourself up. You were dimly aware of Kyungsoo shooting his load into your pussy, and of Junmyeon and Yixing coming all over your face and chest. When the three of them left, you felt cold with the absence.

“You’re doing so well,” Jongin said, climbing onto the bed next to you. “Can you use that pretty mouth on me?”

Blearily, you nodded, crawling forward shakily so you could reach his cock. He laid back while you went down on him, sucking him into your mouth as best as you could. Your body ached, but you could feel the beginnings of arousal coming back when Jongin rolled his hips into your mouth, groaning softly. “Just like that, princess. Suck it just like that, fuck.”

Behind you, you heard the lube being uncapped and then capped again. You yelped at the sharp smack against your ass and exhaled shakily when a wet finger circled your rim.

“I’ve never gotten to fuck your ass before,” Minseok says quietly. “Let’s change that now, hmm?”

The pair of them were different from the others in that they worked almost silently. Jongin praised you every so often and Minseok checked in to make sure that you can take another finger. It was a welcome change and it let you catch your breath after the two orgasms you’ve already had.

You caught the way that Jongin’s voice started to hitch and you sank deeper, taking most of his cock and looked up at him from underneath fluttering lashes. He groaned and thrusted up into the heat of your mouth once, twice, before he was coming inside your mouth.

“Don’t swallow it yet, I want you to show me,” he said. He pulled out and pried your bottom lip open with his thumb and groaned at the sight of his come on your tongue. “Beautiful, baby. Thank you.”

Minseok leaned over when Jongin left, pressing a hot kiss onto your shoulderblade. “Jongdae’s been waiting awfully patient,” he whispered. “Do you think you could take us both? Him in your pussy and me in your ass?”

You moaned softly, pushing back against Minseok in answer. He chuckled darkly and lightly smacked your thigh. “Good girl.”

Jongdae joined the two of you on the bed and took the spot where Jongin once was, laying back against the headboard. He looked painfully hard, his cock wet and laying against his stomach. “Haven’t had enough yet, have you?” he asked, running a finger through your soaking wetness. “You still want more?”

You whined, clambering up so you were perched and hovering above Jongdae’s cock. “Please,” you rasped. Your voice was hoarse from the abuse your throat took, but your pussy was throbbing, aching for one more release. “Fuck me until I can’t walk.”

Jongdae gripped your hips and guided you into sinking down on his cock, stuttering out a curse when he bottomed out. “How are you still so fucking tight?” he asked. “Even after being such a slut, you’re sucking me in.”

You moaned at his words and made to bounce on his cock but a pair of hands on your back stilled you. Minseok’s cock prodding at your ass reminded you of what his intentions were.

Slowly, he pushed inside of you, and the three of you moaned in sync when he had half of his cock inside of you. You were so full, so so full and you loved it, nearly doubled over when Minseok thrusted in.

“Fuck, I can feel you, Dae,” Minseok said, voice trembling.

“Yeah, yeah I know,” Jongdae said, sounding strained as well. “Come on, let’s get her to come one more time, yeah?”

They held you still as they fucked into you, matching each other’s relentless pace. You cried out, babbling incoherently as they pounded into you, your thighs slick with both your arousal and the other men’s cum as it seeped out of you. You had never felt anything so fucking euphoric. You felt so dirty, so absolutely fucking filthy covered in so much cum, but you loved it. Your mouth hung open as you tumbled closer and closer to your third orgasm, trembling in between the two men.

“I’m gonna-” you choked, tearing up at the intense feeling washing over you.

“Come for us,” Minseok whispered. You felt fingers at your clit and then you were gone, the wire in you snapping hard. Your back bowed as you came, as you whimpered, moaned, screamed at the sensation. Your nails dug into Jongdae’s shoulders as you came harder than you ever had in your whole life. During your orgasm, they came as well, coming with shouts of your name and burying themselves deep inside of you.

You collapsed onto the bed when they slid out of you, panting and whimpering. Your thighs were so sore and your throat was killing you, but you were completely and utterly satisfied.

“Done?” You opened your heavy eyes to see Baekhyun standing in the doorway. He had put his pants back on but was still shirtless. “Yixing is running you a bath right now and Jongin’s ordering pizza. Chanyeol went back to our place to grab a few movies.” His eyes widened and he flushed with embarrassment like he hadn’t just fucked your brains out a couple of hours ago. “That’s okay, right? We can stay over?”

You laughed tiredly, waving a hand at him. You nuzzled into Jongdae’s side and closed your eyes. “It’s fine. Just... give me a few minutes to recover.”

Minseok laughed and ran a hand through your sweaty hair. “You know... I had my doubts, but this is by far one of the best Saturday nights I’ve ever had.”

“I second that,” Jongdae groaned.

“I third that,” Baekhyun piped up.

You smiled and allowed yourself to drift off into a quick sleep. Yixing would wake you up for your bath later, and there would be pizza and movies and friends waiting when you were done.

You really, really liked your neighbors.

- fin -

oh god i need a shower.

(this is why i don’t write long pieces)

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fyrapartnersearch · 6 years

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M/M longterm roleplays!!

Hey! I’m Kat, and looking for some more roleplays. I’m in my early twenties, so no worries there, and I’m in the GMT+3 time-zone, though I tend to be up at odd times and I’m often online.

I mainly want to roleplay M/M right now. I tend to write multi-para and more often than not my replies are 700+ words. I don’t mind shorter replies, as long as I get at least a few good sized paragraphs and correct spelling/grammar. Mistakes happen and that’s fine, but I don’t want to read something with no punctuation and that’s nothing but mistakes.

Also please read this whole thing before sending me a message!! I ask you don't just send "wanna RP?", because I won't know unless you tell me something you had in mind: a plot, an idea of mine you liked, anything really.

As for smut, I adore it. I don’t want to write only smut for now, but anything from 20/80 to 80/20 on plot/smut ratio is good for me. Just tell me if you want more plot or smut.

In M/M smut I prefer playing a submissive /bottom character. I can play a dominant character, but I don't enjoy it so I wish you'll be willing to play an exclusively dominant role. Though, if the idea is good enough and I feel inspired, I can be persuaded into switching every now and then.

What I like:

- Medieval/historical settings (especially ancient Egypt/Rome/Greece)

- Forbidden love

- Arranged marriage

- Lots and lots of drama and dark themes

- But also fluffy scenes and cute/happy moments

- Mpreg (not a must at all, if you’re not into it)

- Supernatural beings (werewolves, vampires, demons, gods etc.)

- Omega verse

- Role reversal (such as, for example, a bully getting himself in a situation where the bullied has complete control)

I'm rather reserved when it comes to modern day settings, but I can do those as well if there's a lot of action and drama involved. I prefer a plot-heavy story in modern setting though.

Pairings I'd like to try:

(Dom/sub)

- Warlord/prince

- King or prince/prince in an arranged marriage setting

- Pirate or thief/nobility

- Samurai/geisha

- Nobility/prostitute

- Servant/nobility or royalty

- Guard/nobility or royalty

- Bullied/Bully

- Nerd/popular student

- Stepbrothers

- Demon/angel

- Poor guy/rich guy in an Victorian era/early 20th century setting

- Mage/human (yes I have just finished rewatching all Harry Potter movies lol)

- Werewolf/human

- Professor/student

And many more fun things, but I can't remember everything off the top of my head. Feel free to suggest anything, really. I'm also very much into playing femboys/crossdressing characters, though if that's not your thing I can do other kinds of characters as well. I know it's a concern for many with these kinds of characters, so I'll promise my characters are never the "I-can-do-nothing-on-my-own-and-will-cry-at-the-drop-of-a-hat-and-whine-the-rest-of-the-time" blushing virgin, maiden in distress types. No need to worry about that.

I am busy a lot, so I might not always have time to reply every day or even every other day, but I try to be as active as I can. Feel free to poke me if it takes more than a week or so though.

A few plot ideas:

1) Insipred by the TV show "Lucifer". YC is the Devil himself, ruler of Hell, the first fallen angel. He has grown tired of the same old tortured souls and fires of damnation scenery though and decides it's time to visit Earth for a bit. A notorious playboy, seducer to sin, the owner of one of the hottest nightclubs in town is the image he creates for himself among humans. He grants wishes in exchange to favours and soon enough everyone knows of him. MC is a struggling student, or someone who has just graduated and can't get on in life, and as a last resort goes to see YC. YC takes an immidiate liking to him, and initial fascination quickly turns into something more... human. Love, maybe? Suddenly YC has to make a choice of whether or not he'll reveal who he truly is to the innocent human he has fallen for.

2) MC is a young prince of a small, though overwhelmingly wealthy kingdom. He has always had everything he could think to ask for. Their kingdom is a center of culture in the world, where agriculture, education, trade and arts flourish. YC is a prince/king of a very different kind of a kingdom, one where only the strongest survive, where it's nearly impossible to find fertile land and every boy capable of holding a sword is sent to train away from their families for years. Their kingdoms have never had the warmest of relationships, but they need each other - YC's kingdom needs MC's for supplies and MC's needs YC's kingdom for their sheer military prowess - and so a marriage between YC and MC is arranged.

3) Once upon a time MC and YC were lovers, young and so in love. They were happy together, planning their future, until one day YC disappeared without a trace and MC never saw him again. Until 10 years later; YC has inherited a large fortune from his uncle who had no family of his own, and one lonely evening he heads to a brothel to ease his longing for company. There, much to his shock, he is reunited with MC who is a shell of what he once was. The bubbly, social human, always so full of life, has turned into someone with a haunted look in his eyes and a deep distrust for other people. Not able to leave MC there, YC buys him from the brothel and takes him home. Now he needs to decide what to do with him.

4) MC is the youngest son of a noble lord, ready to be wedded to a man he doesn't love. YC is a thief who targets MC's mansion the night of the wedding, when everyone is supposed to be celebrating the marriage. MC has fled the celebration however, dreading the thought of the wedding night with his new husband, when he stumbles upon YC in one of the rooms. YC suddenly finds himself in quite a predicament when MC gives him a choice: take him with him, or MC will alert the guards.

5) (Omega verse, preferably mpreg included) MC is a rare kind of a shifter, an omega desired by many. He was born in a different kind of a prison: to a man who breeds only the best omegas for the royalty. He and the other omegas he lives with have never seen the outside world. They are kept safe behind locks in the innermost monastery on the castle grounds, where there's no chance of them getting out on their own. They are given to the harems of the royal family, or occasionally bought by the wealthies of the wealthy. But MC wants more, he wants independence and a life of his own, rather than a life dedicated to fawning over an alpha with an ego big enough as it is. YC is an alpha who has made a considerable contribution to the kingdom (could be anything from being an honored soldier to being a famous artist, whatever you come up with) and who is being gifted one of these rare omegas by the royal family themselves. On his visit to the monastery to choose one of them, he takes a liking to MC, the spiteful little thing who can't seem to know when to shut up and who won't bat his lashes and swoon at everything YC does. It seems like MC will be getting a new home.

That's it for now. I'm always happy to hear any ideas you might have as well, and all the ideas above can be modified or changed up a little!

My e-mail: [email protected]

Anyway, hope to hear from you soon!!

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