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[spr0utsies]

[bottle-7]

Spin off story from the Yes, My Alpha collection series. Features female alpha x male omega, heat cycles, ruts, mpreg, nesting, smut, etc.

Summary: This story follows Ophelia Reeds and her journeys with the Imperial Army and a visionary omega named Darius Trudeau who wishes to unite the five dukedoms into one empire. The connection with the strange omega man is almost instant between them. Ophelia finds her normally apathetic nature fading away as if almost being woken up from a deep slumber. Will this path she's walking on with Darius lead to the throne or destruction?

Sample:

Ophelia Reeds had spent her life living in the hills of the Dukedom of Spade. She grew up in a small village called Flat Trench, within the aging walls of the church of Saint Gypsum. Much of Ophelia's childhood was no different from any other alpha woman's. Orphaned around the time she presented, as many alpha women are, Ophelia grew up without a family.

After all, no family during this time could afford to keep a daughter who did not earn a dowery. Additionally, being competition for their sons' inheritance, it was often for the best that girls like Ophelia were sent off to live within the walls of the church.

So her adolescence was spent with the priests and nuns of the church, she learned to read and write as many of the girls did. She stayed within the quarters reserved for abandoned girls like herself and grew up around a circus of ever-changing faces. While many of the girls grew up and became priests for the church, Ophelia was one of the few who chose not to. Because of that, she needed to pick up a trade.

In the village of Flat Trench, there were few opportunities for work. Most people end up being farmers or woodsmen. Being that Flat Trench was surrounded by towering hills and woods that covered them. It was far easier to get a job as a woodsman than it was as a farmer.

Most farms in the village were run by families, and very few would be welcoming to an outsider like herself. So Ophelia became a woodsman, a trade she naturally picked up because of her innate strength and her naturally sturdy build.

But the hard labor of being a woodsman was not easy, there were many days that Ophelia struggled. But slowly, over time, she became even stronger than before. She grew tall, towering over the majority of the men in the village, regardless of their dynamics. Her height soon became a running joke at both the church and the village, and Ophelia often had to hear wisecracks about her father being a giant.

Ophelia found the thought amusing at first, but it grew old quickly. Unlike most of the orphaned girls that had grown up at Saint Gypsum, no one knew who Ophelia's parents were. She was found washed up on the banks of the river that ran near the church, clinging for life and holding onto fistfuls of reeds.

When she was taken to the church, she had very little memory. She could only remember her name, Ophelia. Reeds was the name given to her at the church because of how she was found. A name that never quite sat right with Ophelia, but she couldn't really think of a better one. Most of Ophelia's memories before arriving at Saint Gypsum were vague and fuzzy.

Blurry memories of traveling carts and dancing around fires filled her mind when she tried to think of her childhood. Music that was foreign to the music of the church often haunted her dreams. But every time Ophelia tried to grasp onto these memories to capture more information. It always seemed to vanish in a puff of smoke as quickly as those thoughts arrived. The faces of her mother and father were particularly blurry, almost nonexistent in Ophelia's memory.

Ophelia lived in a daze, each day blending into the next, seamless and endless. Every day was the same, and the only thing that changed was that she got older. Ophelia had quickly realized when she was younger that paying attention to names and faces was a fruitless labor. People came and went in her life like sand through her fingers. She found, that the only thing worth paying attention to was where her next meal was coming from and if she had a place to sleep for the night.

Her only true concern was to survive despite everything.

But one day the sound of trumpets thundered through her as if awakening her out of a deep slumber. Ophelia, who had been working on one of the many hillsides in Flat Trench, jumped at the sudden sound. holding onto a nearby tree, she looked down at the road leading to the village spotting a glorious parade of horses, carts, and soldiers in bright shining armor marching to the tiny village.

At first, she had tried to ignore it, but the sound of horses' hooves was like a siren's song, and without meaning to Ophelia walked to the village square. It almost felt as if her body was moving on its own. Curiosity itching viciously at her mind, she was unable to fight back against the urge to see what this was. With her axe resting on her shoulders, she and many of the other villagers gathered, watching as a stage was set up.

Ophelia vaguely interested looked at the small army that crowded the village square and stretched out towards the ends of Flat Trench. A long line of men in armor stood, and at the front, Ophelia spotted the white horse first. Her eyes traveled along the horse's body before stopping at the man on top of it. An omega man with shining platinum hair and sparkling purple eyes sat on top of the white horse. Ophelia could tell he was important from how well-groomed he was and how every man in the army naturally looked to him for orders.

It was strange to see the small frame of the man surrounded by beta and alpha men, she heard whispers of them referring to him as "commander." Ophelia tilted her head, feeling a little amused, so she was right, he was important. He was their leader, an unusual sight seeing an omega leading an army, but not an unpleasant one in Ophelia's eyes. Though Ophelia had always thought if someone had a talent for something then it shouldn't matter what dynamic they were.

Just as she realized she was staring, Ophelia went to look away, but she and the man made eye contact. His eyes widened for a moment before a grin appeared on his lips. He blatantly eyed her up and down, and Ophelia saw his grin widen only ever so slightly. She felt her cheeks burn, 'You like what you see?' She couldn't help but mouth at him a bit sarcastically. Usually, that would be enough to get someone to look away. But the man seemed unbothered by her remark and chuckled as if amused. A smug look appeared on his face and he mouthed back, 'Do you?'

[choccy-milky]

💖🎊the end, & thank you for reading!!🎊💖

im so thankful for all the support i got on this story, and i wouldn't have finished it if not for all of you, and for the love i got for seb and clora. so thank you again for giving me the motivation to write this 600k+ monster, and to see it through to the very end. LOVE YALL💖🫶 (ao3/wattpad)

[mosaickiwi]

your angle... or yuor devil

Emo has some business to take care of... but you're going to a Halloween party together later wahoo!!! [REDACTED] is he/him only for this since there's some other loser in the scene 🙄

cw: torture in the beginning, implied murder

proceed with caution

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

As if contemplating what to watch on TV, [REDACTED] glanced down at the sight in front of him.

Bound in an old, wooden chair, somebody's agonized cries for help went unanswered, muffled by the torn, bloodied knot of fabric tied over their mouth. They'd been nothing but incomprehensible since the first nail was painstakingly pried from their finger.

The bigger piece of torn cloth was bundled in their lap. Its folds held a steadily growing pile of teeth and fingernails. Some were whole, but most were in pieces from the messier extractions.

Normally, the dark haired man would have more satisfying tools at his disposal for the victim. But he didn't have the chance to run home, especially when a Halloween date with you was right around the corner. After a quick stop at a hardware store, today's (un)lucky winner got dragged into the nearest abandoned building.

Only a couple hours ago, hardly ten minutes after the time you normally took your lunch break, this piece of work had approached you. 

Of course, nothing came of it. And you told your beloved partner about the unwelcome interaction right away. Between the usual chatter and flirting once you video called him for lunch, you mentioned it in an offhand comment, a wrinkle in your forehead to boot.

Then you'd gone right back to talking about the holiday, and how excited you were for the party that night. [REDACTED] didn't move on so quickly.

Just as he leaned down, a metal nail poised over the shitstain's knee and a hammer in hand, his phone rang. The items clattered against the floor as he stood and hurried to yank it from his pocket.

The bound and gagged, soon-to-be-done-for stranger looked surprised, but oddly grateful for the brief escape from further torment.

Before he could even offer a greeting, you spoke.

"Hiii! I'm already finished making treat bags at the library. Do you wanna meet me at your apartment for a little while before the party? I'm headed there now."

"I'd love to, but M'not exactly free," [REDACTED] managed to answer calmly despite the whirlwind you lured his heart into. He kept his gaze on the wide eyed stranger in front of him, wondering if they'd test their luck. 

Surprisingly, they did their best to stay quiet, the over-dramatic, obnoxious sobs from earlier slowly subsiding into sniffles. He smugly smiled and turned, walking a few steps away. Even with their impending demise, he didn't want to share your voice with anyone.

"Oh," you said. "That's okay." The notable disappointment to your words pained him, and he had to throw a glare over his shoulder at his victim. 

It was their fault that he would be missing out on extra time with you. Why didn't they just mind their business, instead of trying to chat you up while waiting in line?

But, [REDACTED] shared some of the blame. He'd begrudgingly skipped the usual lunch break visit at your insistence, since you wanted to surprise him with the matching costumes you were picking up.

"So what are you doing then?" you asked, then passed right over the topic. "Never mind. It's probably work, right?"

"... Yeah. Work," he answered. Admittedly, he was thankful you decided to stop asking questions on your own. And that you didn't remember he normally worked from home. "M'sorry, love."

You hummed in thought. "No worries. Programming hours sure are all over the place. I guess they kinda have to be, with the kind of money you make though." There was a sudden, loud commotion in the background and you softly cursed.

"Angel?" your boyfriend worriedly called out.

"I'm fine! My stupid tail just got caught in the — I mean… I'm fine!!"

The hacker smiled in relief, already excited for the costumes you bought. He didn't trail you or sneak a peek at the store's cameras for once, but he did notice the bright red horns poking out of the shopping bag behind you while you ate. You must've changed into yours before you left. An angel and a demon — only you wanted him to be the angel. 

[REDACTED] laughed, almost forgetting the person tied up behind him until they weakly groaned in agony. His smile immediately turned to a frown; he had to hang up too soon for his liking.

He was apologetic as could be. "I won't be able to leave for a while, but I'll make sure to call you the second I'm done."

"You always do," you teased him. "I can't wait to see the look on your face once I give you your costume."

He instantly took the bait, as if he didn't already know. "Really? Why don't y'give me a hint?"

"Hmm… It's… uhh, your favorite thing in the world?"

Ah, that one was too obvious. Still, he wanted to pretend a little longer. The delighted look on your face was sure to be worth the wait. "I'll work hard t'figure it out before I get home."

Your almost impish laughter made his heart skip a beat. "See you soon, Ren."

The phone beeped and the screen went black, taking his good mood away.

With a faint sigh and a roll of his eyes, the dark haired man reached for the sledgehammer leaning against an upturned table. It weighed lighter in his hands than the one he was used to, but it'd do the job just fine. 

He turned back towards the stranger, bruised, battered and much too weak to do anything but stare up at their tormentor. 

All the joy in [REDACTED]'s demeanor was gone, replaced with commonplace boredom as he slung the hammer over one shoulder. "Guess y'kept quiet enough, so I'll make this quick."

[mystxmomo]

Title: Webpits Roadtrip

Chapter: 1/5

Description:

He keeps concise, with none of the strange flare she normally associates with his demeanor and none of the irrational anger that normally comes with talk of his family. It’s cold, and to the point, “A while back, the dumbass created a sword for my mother. Allowing it back within her ranks is dangerous. We need to destroy it before it becomes something we must more directly account for.” She looks out towards the field of web and rock, the rusted and shattered weapons, and the way a few spiders scutter and dance across the webbing. “So where is it?” She asks him. “Ah. That’s the question,” He turns, a placid looking smile across his face. It’s not very encouraging. His smiles rarely are, “I have no idea.” = Vhaeraun looks for a sword.

[unheavenlycreatures]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: ULTRAKILL (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Relationships: V1/V2 (ULTRAKILL) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Lovers that Still Beat The Shit Out Of Each Other But Lovers Nonetheless, Author Doesn't Understand Computer Programming, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Canon-Typical Violence, Toxic Robot Yuri, Girlfailure V2, everyone has ptsd! yayyyy

Chapter Summary: 

The V-Models start making up. (Just a little bit.) V2 gets cleaned up, sees an old enemy again, and gets some payback. V1 does some cleaning up, meets a new friend, and plays a fun game of hangman.

[machinafulmen]

@madmaxxing here ya go!! i didnt realize galtekron was SMALLER than cuxena so theres a bonus of silver blade feeling defeated at being so teeny weeny

[hua-fei-hua]

bill gates personally shut down my computer for his stupid unwanted windows updates WITHOUT WARNING ME when i was over FIFTY-NINE GIGABYTES DEEP into ATTEMPT NUMBER SEVEN of downloading my export of this blog and for that THE MAN WILL PAY DEARLY

[waddingham]

Okay so I saw the WIP title tag thing and !!!!!!!! Really intrigued me, I can’t lie. <3

all anyone's getting for this story is no context snippets heehee

“Oh, honey–” He comes to her side, lowering himself to sit. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” she tries, clearing her throat. “Nothing, I'm just…”

She gestures, but the quiet desolation on his face at her distress has her mouth twitching again. He takes her hand and she finds herself gripping it in return without even thinking.

“What is it, boss? Talk to me.”

“I'm fine,” she says, shaking it off, forcing it down even further, trying to smile. “I'm just…I'm just exhausted and hurting and it's…it's a lot to…”

He nods, understanding on his face.

“It's okay,” he soothes. “You're home, you're in bed, there ain't a single thing on your to-do list right now except to relax.”

She nods, wiping at the last of her tears.

“C'mon,” he murmurs, rising to help her. “Lay down.”

[infinitelycynical]

a couple of excerpts to celebrate reaching exactly 60000 words on the aizamatsu wip that I still do not have a title for:

Everything is bleak, and love cannot save us. When the morning comes, we will all be miserable and hasty and resigned. And the morning after, we will leave for America. There is much to do, and no rewards will be given. But in the lone, silent hours, I can find solace until the aching morning.

and

"I think I understand why you're dating now."

Ide's interjection forces us to silence our banter, as our curiosity is now focused onto him.

"Why?" Touta asks.

"Because you're both fucking insufferable."

Touta shouts in protest, and my eyes roll as they always do. I would argue that we are not perfect for each other, we just happen to be together anyway. There are many ways in which we do not fit, yet we actively choose to be together rather than apart in spite of that.

[receding-tides]

most of the reason its taken me so long to finish motr is executive dysfunction but another reason is that I went "well, the entire ending segment of the game can probably be gone over in like 3 chapters maybe I think?" and then it ended up being 43,000 words

[puckluckie]

All right, friends. I think have have made the difficult decision to not be a Februwhumpkinkuary completionist. (What a fucking sentence.)

I am going to polish up something I've been working on for a while and post it tomorrow as my wildcard for Kinkuary. Then I really want to tackle something longer/with more substance.

A few reasons for this:

Keeping up this pace is hard. A lot of other areas of my life have suffered. I need to sleep lol.

I found it easiest to write for the days when I had a plan in mind at least a day – if not a couple of days – in advance. I don't have a plan for most of the remaining days. (I do have a few ideas though, and I might still write those someday. For example, if I need a break from bullet point #3...)

I'm really feeling the itch to dig into a longer fic. There's only so much time left to try and tell some of these stories!! (😭😭😭)

[pretzel-the-frogtopus]

I'm almost done with Total Monster Kill, which means I have absolutely devastated a large chunk of Mesa Biome

[flying-cat]

t100, can't be too mad i guess. still ended at rank 53 so i think that's pretty good.

[wispion]

PINK DIAMOND ENA!!!

[owlsfeatherpen]

My friends and I have been assigning romance/tragic romance tropes to members of different groups and I felt like I needed to share some of them.

I blame @feralleprechaun for some of the most tragic ones.

I'll start with the fluff.

Stray Kids:

Bang Chan: Contract Relationship.

Han: Cinderella Story

Seungmin: Frenemies (Idiots in denial)

Ateez:

Seonghwa: Coffee shop (Barista x Writer)

Wooyoung: Fake Dating

Jongho: Grumpy x Sunshine (she fell first, he fell harder)

Random:

Baekhyun (Exo): Childhood Friends

Dann (Kingdom): Workplace Rivals

Arthur (kingdom): Best Friends

Now for the angst

Stray Kids:

Bang Chan: Unable to protect

Hyunjin: Right person, wrong time

I.N.: Chosen one (self-sacrifice)

Ateez:

Hongjoong: Enemies to lovers to strangers

San: Forbidden Love

Mingi: Betrayal

Again, this is only some of them. I felt like if I added them all or went into great detail it might get too long. But, if anyone wants to see more of the crazy we've been doing, I'm happy to share. Whether it's the tropes we've given other members or some of the details we've thought out.

I've also started a mafia series because of some of these prompts, but idk if I'll do anything with it. It's Stray Kids and Ateez with hints of Exo.

I'm still working on The Sky that Doesn't End, but life has been crazy so we haven't been able to coordinate publishing. Hopefully soon. I promise it's not abandoned!!!

I've also started a couple of non-related side projects. Two Ateez fics. A pirate one and a sci-fi fantasy one. The pirate one started when we were waiting for crazy form, and the scifi fantasy one was inspired by the photoshoot from Golden Hour pt.2 (Would you believe Ateez isn't a top 5 group for me?).