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[kaszymanny]

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@acotar-omegaverse-week Day 7: Free Day

Summary: If there was one thing Rhys was well aware of, it was that his life expectancy as a kingpin was a short one. Unless he wanted his uncle seizing power the moment he bled out, he was in need of an heir. An Alpha heir at that.

The only way he could guarantee such a thing was by breeding an omega, a designation nearly extinct in the world they lived in. Regardless, he would acquire one—no matter how unconventional his means may be.

OR;

The Mafia Omega Auction Fic

CW: Dark!Rhys, mafia AU, very much in the “omegas are property” type of omegaverse here. Non-con in future chapters.

Chapter I

Rhysand

She was a hell cat.

Despite the impression he’d been given upon making his bid, Rhys was delighted to see it.

He hadn’t quite expected to see that fire in her after she’d look so despondent on the stage, eyes on the ground, so dissociated from the world around her that he was willing to bet she was clueless as to how high her bid had run.

It was a drop in the bucket for Rhys, true, but a pretty penny all the same.

And she was worth every bit of it.

He had only attended tonight because he’d caught word of an omega being presented at the auction. Considering her designation had all but died out, it had been a packed house this evening, alphas from all over attending an event they’d have no interest in if there were only the usual betas on that stage.

And they’d tried their hardest to win her, showing their deep pockets with every volley to raise the price. Rhys’ pockets had been deeper. And now she was his. Wild or demure, he was glad for it.“Hello, Feyre darling.”

“Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.”

The auctioneer sneered behind her. “Show some respect when you speak to your alpha, girl.” She flinched when the man pushed her to her knees, but didn’t make a sound—wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Good girl.

Rhys didn’t let that bit of praise roll off his tongue, instead bringing his focus back to the beta holding her. A strong one, but a beta all the same. “The payment has been made. I suggest you get your hands off of my property before I decide to break them myself.”

“O-of course, Mr. Sterling,” he stuttered, scrambling away from the girl.

Feyre’s jaw ticked, but she was smart enough to keep quiet about what he’d deemed her. At least in present company. Sighing, Rhys crouched down in front of her, running one finger under the single strap of the gauzy dress she wore. It resembled tissue paper more than true fabric and something revolted in him at the thought the male standing before them had handled her in this state.

He ground his teeth, stripping his jacket and draping it over her too-bony shoulders. Where had they found the girl, for her to be all skin and bones? He’d remedy that. Feed her, then train her to his liking. A few months under a firm hand would do her good. “Know that if I find a single mark on her tonight, the price will come out of your skin.”

“I understand, sir. That won’t be necessary.”

Done with all of it, Rhys helped his prize to her feet before hooking an arm behind her knees and lifting her in a bridal hold. “Put me down!” she shrieked. “I’m a grown woman! I can walk on my own two feet!”

“Outdoors without shoes? I think not, darling girl. Unless that extremely generous auctioneer offered you a pair in your time here that I don’t know about?” She huffed, dead weight in his arms. He frowned. And still light as a feather. “I thought not.”

His driver was stepping out of the car the moment Rhys reached the bottom of the drive, trying his hardest not to laugh as his new pet did her best to turn away from his neck. He didn’t imagine she was content, being drawn to the scent of an alpha who had purchased her. He didn’t intend on giving her the space to avoid that instinct either. Whether they had to do things the easy way or the hard way, Feyre would learn to respect and trust him as her alpha.

~~~~~

Feyre

He was in her head. She didn’t know how, but he had to be, smirking every time she even thought to see if the door was truly child-locked, as he claimed. Not that she’d be fast enough to escape, regardless. “Feyre darling.” She frowned at the bottle of water he cracked open. “Drink something. I don’t imagine you’ve had much to eat or drink today. I don’t have any food with me, but dinner will be prepared by the time we board.”

“Board?”

“I spend most of my time overseas, Feyre. Anything in the States is a… special pursuit.”

“Like an omega?” She fisted her hands in her lap, trying to ignore the air conditioning that chilled her bare legs. “You’re as greedy as any man I’ve met here.”

He hummed, a dismissal if she’d ever heard one. “Here,” Rhys continued as the car slowed. Turning to look out the window, she could make out the silhouette of a jet plane against the pitch black night.

“Get out on this side, darling.”

Not like she had a choice, given her own door was meant to keep her locked in. His lips quirked up when she stayed in place. “I think we’ve established it’s no hardship for me to drag you out, pet, but you should know that if that’s necessary you’ll be spending part of the evening over my knee.”

Feyre blanched, pulling the jacket close around her to ward off the early autumn chill. Her full body shutter was only partly to do with the cold when his scent once again wafted up to her nose. Lifting her in his arms to spare her feet from the asphalt once again, he brought his mouth down to her ear. “Come on, little one. We’ll get you settled with a blanket in a moment.”

“I don’t want anything from you.” Kindness always had a price. Especially from people like him—too damn rich to know a hardship, always searching for the next leg up.

He chuckled setting her down in one of the oversized plane seats, too comfortable for her to be anywhere near. “In that case, I’d like my jacket back.”

She shook off the pang of sadness that struck her as she let the fabric fall from her shoulders. Stupid, to be attached to something belonging to a man she hated. But it had soothed something in her all the same. Rhys took it back without a word, draping it over the chair adjacent to hers and walking towards the back of the plane.

Say something, she thought. Make me rage until it’s all I feel.

But curled up in that chair in nothing but scraps of silk all Feyre wanted to do was cry.

~~~~~

Rhysand

Feyre was asleep by the time he returned from the cockpit. He couldn’t say he was surprised. She had likely gone from a rough night to an early morning. And an auction was its own sort of hellscape when you were seen as nothing more than an object to pass off. That’s not to say he felt guilty for verbally claiming her as his property. It was their new reality. The sooner she accepted it, the sooner she would find contentment. Rhys doubted his little omega would follow his every command, but he also had several favored methods of putting a brat in her place.

She would be a good pet, or he would make her one.

Sighing when he saw her shiver, Rhys grabbed a blanket from the next room, draping it over her slender shoulders and pulling the end down to cover her bare feet.

Remaining asleep, she curled up tighter. “Oh, my pet. Whatever hurt you’ve known, you’ll be better off now. Just let me show you.”

~~~~~

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[everythingwasnormalhere]

if anyone wanna help me and make art to announce @southparktober ? thatd be great (jst if yall want ofc)

youd get credits and all

and itd be you pickin what to draw n all

i just wanna someone to make stuff like the ones for kyle week like "3 days left" etc etc

its yalls choice but ya XD if anyone wants to pls tell :3

[thecrimsonknight]

[moliathh]

Inspired by this LOVELY fic that everyone should check out: THIS

[akito-shinonome-daily]

🎤 day 169 🎵

➥ today’s akito is a card redraw by me of akito’s “well-known big shot” 1☆!

➥ i apologize…for creating this….

➥ when i realised a My Art Monday™ would be coinciding with day 169, i figured i would do a redraw as a nod back to day 69. i’m going to be real with you guys. i know at least one of you is a drawfee fan and will understand when i say that i had this one in me. it has an Energy that i’m not entirely sure the origin of. but it sure happened.

➥ including the sketch on this one cause I think that’s truly where the Energy was

[macolethings]

Witch’s Chimney

Lexa is living a quiet life in the woods away from her past. Clarke and Madi are seeking a new life on the other side of the mountains. Truths will be revealed, lessons learned, and hearts captured, as the Darkness haunting Lexa returns.

Collaboration with @mozz14 - Now on AO3

[noceurkoi]

you made this song who i am

Fleurmione Week 2023

Day 7: Free Day

Battle of the Bands AU

(Inspired by LOONA's 2022 season's greetings photoshoot. Title taken from the lyrics of ‘Rock with you’ by SEVENTEEN.)

[rgbyshipper101]

Happy Palletshipping Week!

Day 7: AU Free Day

AU is instead of being rivals and at each other’s throats, they’re still best friends and are crushing on each other.

This is a redraw of this:

[artistocrazy]

@hetalia-aushun-week

Day 7 - Free Day

She is literally wearing a sheer dress - how else is he supposed to react to that?

[officialrhysandweek]

A Long Night by Anonymous

Acotar AU where Rhysand's sister survived. Anonymously submitted to @officialrhysandweek on AO3 for Rhysand week day 7

CWs: mild gore, violence, angst

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[talktomeinclexa]

Days of Crisis

By: Talktomeinclexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None

Status: Complete (11/11)

Summary: Sheriff Lexa Woods’s life is turned upside down when a hurricane hits her small Californian town, bringing in its midst Clarke Griffin, a beautiful geologist as smart as she’s brave. But when Clarke returns a few months later to study Polis’s geographical situation and assess the risks in case more natural disasters occur, neither can deny the attraction anymore. Will they manage to open up before a series of catastrophes puts their lives at risk?

***

Chapter 11: A New Start

Clarke checked her reflection in the car’s rearview mirror and adjusted the rebellious lock that refused to stay behind her ear. Would Lexa be partial to her new haircut? The shoulder-length bob had sounded like a good idea at the time, but maybe she shouldn’t have been so impulsive. Her makeup was too obvious. Lexa had seen her without any during most of their time together. Although feminine when the occasion called for it, she was more of a practical girl. Would she find this version of Clarke strange? It was rather new for Clarke herself, and…

“You look as beautiful as you did five minutes ago, honey,” her mother chimed in. “Lexa would have to be blind not to appreciate the sight.”

Abby stared at her daughter with fond amusement as she waited for her to get over her silly panic, perhaps slightly twitchy herself. It was unfamiliar territory for them both. Clarke had never introduced any significant other to her parents, her brief encounters over the years not worth mentioning. And there they were, parked at the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, awaiting Clarke’s girlfriend and her two children after a three-week separation.

The morning following the rescue had been overwhelming in many ways. More journalists had heard about their daring escape and requested interviews, and the authorities didn’t know what to do with thousands of people suddenly left with nothing. They set up camps in gymnasiums to host them until a better solution could be found, but it quickly became clear that they hoped the survivors’ families would step in and welcome them. As for those who couldn’t rely on the family, like Anya and Lexa, well…

Keep reading on Ao3

[commanderlexaofthegrounders]

𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘

@clexmas23 Day 7 Free Day

Sometimes life has a very strange way of bringing two people together. For Lexa Woods and Clarke Griffin, this holiday season is going to be one they won't easily forget. When their worlds collide, they will find themselves wondering if this was a play from destiny or just a Christmas thing.

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Happy holidays and a Happy New Year!

[are-they-plural]

Reasoning: She is one of the people in Ennard, which we settled on a poll was plural. I think it would only make sense for every member in Ennard to be as well.

Extra/headcanons: One of my nobody dies AU has her as the host of a few fictives (Funtime animatronics) due to a trauma related to them (almost dying to Circus Baby) I think she'd be the host and never really tell anyone about It. I think headmates would 100% included Ballora, Funtime Foxy, and Funtime Freddy, but sometimes I add Lolbit and/or Bon-Bon.

[queercodedvillains]

Wake up babes, new chapter of mallrats just dropped <3

Mallrats (23114 words) by QueerCodedVillains Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: Naruto, Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Deidara/Sasori (Naruto), background kakuzu/hidan Characters: Sasori (Naruto), Deidara (Naruto), Hidan (Naruto), Kakuzu (Naruto) Additional Tags: SasoDei Week 2023 (Naruto), 90'S, Akatsuki - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Claire's AU, Mafia AU, If You Squint - Freeform, we are taking liberties translating the akatsuki into a modern setting here, Drug Use, Drug Dealing, Blood and Violence, POV Alternating, Bottom Deidara (Naruto), Top Sasori, BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Edging, Orgasm Control, Overstimulation, Sasori is still a puppet master but only in the loosest terms, if you catch my drift, Shibari, Suspension, Fucking Machines, Porn With Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Bratting, brat taming, Dom/sub Series: Part 1 of Mallrats Cinematic Universe Summary: In which the Akatsuki are 90's mallrats by day, crime syndicate by night. All the best criminals have a day job to launder their rent money, but the real fun only starts once they're off the clock.

[thecrimsonknight]

"You realize of course that we could never be just friends."

"Why not?"

Clexaweek23: Day 7 - Free day- When Harry met Sally AU

(This was supposed to be for Clexmas but ran out of time so here it is for Clexaweek23.)