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Anyone else think they're "secretly" a thing or nah?!

I hope they're a thing?

I'll believe they're a thing ✨

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They're gonna be a thing 💕

[leonarchive]

˘ᗜ˘ leon’s crybaby rookie: mini dress.

note: second instalment to the crybaby rookie mini series. ^..^

before you read: a very feminine, female reader and drug use mentioned.

reader is a personality hire, clearly. pretty privilege gets you far in life!

the bathroom lighting in this hotel is so fucking bad, dude! you're honestly thanking the xanax leon let you pop because you think you would genuinely lose it. you were already starting to feel itchy because your makeup wasn't cooperating with you the way you wanted it to. your eyes were doing that weird watering thing that made it impossible to do any eye makeup— and the lashes. but you know what! it's fine. this was just fine.

you huff and lean closer to the mirror anyway, pressing your lips together to smooth the gloss you just reapplied to your lip combo. it’s pretty; really shiny, this pinky red color that compliments your skin tone. you just got it from ulta today! but that’s besides the point— you tilt your head side to side like maybe the angle will make the look more.. professional somehow.

it doesn’t.

your eye makeup is heavier than usual too. lashes are more dramatic, a soft shimmer dusted over your lids, liner a little darker than you normally wear at the office. it looked good in your apartment at your vanity when you were practicing looks. but now, now.. you’re not so sure.

you tug the hem of the dress down again. it’s not a bad outfit by any means but it is very short and it just.. fits your frame a little too well.

“crybaby.”

your shoulders jump slightly as leon’s voice comes from the room behind you. so impatient, just like a man. he’s probably already dressed and listening for the perfume sprays. the universal code that a woman is finished getting ready.

“yeah?” you call back, still staring at yourself.

“you done in there?”

“almost!”

you lean forward again, fixing a tiny smudge at the corner of your eyeliner with your acrylic. the dress shifts when you move, the fabric hugging your waist as you shifted your weight on your heels and bent a little closer to the mirror, trying to fix the strap that kept sliding off your shoulder.

behind you, the bathroom door creaked open a little more and leon stepped inside, pausing when he saw you. for a second he didn’t say anything then his gaze dropped briefly before he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

“dress code for this place is… flexible, I guess.”

you glanced at him through the mirror.

“they said I had to blend in with the locals.”

“and you will,” he said.

you turned slightly, trying to get a better look at the back of the dress. it kept riding up when you moved, the fabric bunching annoyingly— now, you were no stranger to a mini skirt (aoa) but this? this entire look was supposed to mimic the beautiful local women who just so happen to make their living by providing services. at night.

“do i look insane?” you asked.

leon stepped closer behind you, his reflection appearing over your shoulder in the mirror. and without a word, he reached down to gently tug the hem of the dress back into place where it had ridden up against your thigh.

“just.. rides up,” he said, voice a little rougher than usual. you were still watching yourself through the mirror with a small and thoughtful pout as he smoothed out the fabric. your ass does look really good in this.

“occupational hazard?” you bite your bottom lip, teasing him a little bit as you wiggle your hips.

leon exhaled through his nose, hiding a chuckle. “something like that.” he stepped back, gesturing toward the door. “c’mon.”

a soft, almost dreamy sigh leaves your lips as you step out of the bathroom.

by the way, you were right. leon’s already changed into his cover— white button down, sleeves rolled up a little. a regular joe going to get a drink after work from his miserable nine to five. you grabbed his wrist, already reaching into your little clutch.

“wait—don’t move.”

leon froze.

“…why?”

“mission report,” you say in a sing song voice, pulling your phone out. “they’ll want proof we actually used the company cards for this stuff.” you vaguely gesture to his clothes and yours.

before he could protest, you stepped right into his space and tugged him down slightly by his tie.

your phone lifted and click.

the picture itself is cute! your cheek pressed right against his and your hand came up naturally, cupping the opposite side of his face to hold him still while the camera snapped.

you smiled, effortlessly of course. leon, meanwhile, looked like someone had told him he was required to smile under penalty of death. tight lipped. polite. the most painfully professional “white person” smile imaginable. you wanted to roll your eyes so bad but it's fine.

you stepped back immediately, already inspecting it. “perfect.”

what the picture didn’t show—cropped out just below the frame—was leon’s hand settling instinctively at your waist to steady you when you’d pulled him in.

leon looked at the screen, then at you. “…you didn’t even ask.”

“you didn’t say no.”

“you didn’t give me the opportunity.”

you hummed, slipping the phone back into your clutch. “something, something teamwork.”

leon stared at you for a long moment before shaking his head under his breath. “come.” he muttered, grabbing his keys.

“wait! you never told me if i looked okay?”

a little quieter now because he doesn’t answer right away. his gaze moves once, slow, from your face down to the hem of the dress and back up again.

“it’s fine,” he says.

you squint at him. “that didn’t sound convincing.”

leon reaches for his jacket on the back of the chair, shrugging it on with a small roll of his shoulders.

“(name).”

“what.”

his eyes watch when you walk out into the chilly night air, expression flat in that way that makes it impossible to tell what he’s actually thinking.

“you’re not there to impress anyone.”

you cross your arms a little. “i know that.”

“good.” he steps out the door, pulling it closed as he tucks the room key into his wallet. “then it shouldn’t matter what i think.”

“no..” you look at him. “but i always care about what you think of me.”

god, you're so earnest about it too— and that makes leon smile a little bit.

“well, aren’t you sweet..” he takes a hand and grabs your chin, shaking your face just a little bit. teasing. you think he’s about to answer until, “where’s your jacket?”

you shoo his hand away, huffy about it. “leon! move!” oh my god! you swear getting a direct answer from him was like pulling teeth! you're annoyed at this point and you click clack your merry little way to the elevator.

leon watches you a few feet back, chuckling to himself as he watches your hips sway back and forth, angrily pressing at the elevator call button. you’re hoping it opens so you can hop in and close the door on him, he’s sure of it. leon found you too cute, especially when you got all prickly like that.

“eaaasy, pretty.” he says more to himself as he walks up, he looks so smug! the nerve of this stupid, handsome, hot old man! “all that attitude for you to be pressing.. the wrong button.” he presses the down button and the elevator opens immediately.

and boy, if looks could kill.. leon scott kennedy would be gone tonight.

wait, did he say pretty?

© leonarchive

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𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏. 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏. 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓—𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓—𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒓. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔. 𝑨 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑨 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓. 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑶𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆—𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂, 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 (18+).

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The car was warm, soft, and swaddled in the mingled scent of your Alphas. Their presence wrapped around you like a second skin, and for the first time in years, you had slept with no bars, no chains, no cold floors or silver cuffs. Only the comforting weight of Abby’s arm around you, your head tucked beneath his jaw, his steady breathing cradling you deeper into dreams.

Warmth pressed against your side—solid, steady. A calloused hand slid beneath your hair, tilting your head gently. Fingers brushed the sensitive skin at the back of your neck. You stirred.

“Sweetheart,” Jinu’s voice purred beside your ear, low and coaxing, like velvet drawn over steel. “Wake up for us.”

Your lashes fluttered, slow and heavy, your body still floating in that syrupy space between sleep and awareness. You shifted, instinctively curling toward the source of heat behind you—and right into Abby’s chest. His arm was already wrapped around your waist, strong and possessive, anchoring you like he’d never let go.

A kiss brushed your temple. “Didn’t mean to wake you yet,” Abby murmured, breath warm against your skin. “You were purring so sweetly, baby. Could’ve listened to it all day.”

“Are we… already here?” you asked, voice husky from your nap, eyes barely open.

Abby shifted behind you, lips brushing your shoulder. “Not yet, baby. We saw something on the way. Had to stop.”

Something in his tone made your belly flutter.

The car door opened, and cooler air swept in. Jinu appeared outside, crouching just enough to see you eye-to-eye, one arm resting on the edge of the door. His eyes softened when they landed on you.

“Come on,” he said gently, offering his hand without pressure. “We want to show you something.”

You tried to sit up, but your legs faltered. You weren’t just sore—you were… slow. Your body hadn’t moved freely like this in years. The stiffness, the weight in your bones—it made your instincts curl up, uncertain.

Jinu saw it.

“You still can’t walk too well yet, huh?” he murmured, but it wasn’t mocking. He knelt lower, hand still outstretched, completely unbothered by your weakness. “That’s alright, sweetheart. Do you want me to support you?”

You stared at his hand. The way it waited. Still. Steady. There was no rush. No demand.

Only invitation.

And it was that, more than anything, that made you reach back.

You reached back before you even knew you were moving, fingertips brushing his palm, your body drawn to him like gravity. Like instinct had already decided for you. Jinu didn’t move at first. He let you come to him. Let you choose.

But the moment your hand settled fully into his—small, trusting, yours—he wrap his fingers around yours warm and firm, grounding.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear.

His chest rose a little, swelling—not with arrogance, but pride. A kind of reverent, breathless awe.

You had chosen him.

When you wobbled, he stepped in without hesitation, his arm looping around your waist, supporting your full weight like it was nothing.

“You’re alright,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you”

The words cracked open something deep inside you. Some locked-up, hidden part of you that had forgotten how it felt to be held. To be caught before you could fall. You didn’t think—you just moved, your body responding faster than your thoughts ever could. You leaned into him. Clung. Pressed yourself against the curve of his side like your body had found their answer.

And Abby… Abby was already there.

You felt him before you even turned. His hand slid across the small of your back, splaying wide like he wanted to cover more than just skin—like he wanted to claim the space between your breaths. He stood so close you could feel the heat of his chest at your back, the way his presence molded to yours as if he couldn’t stand the thought of even a few inches of distance.

They surrounded you.

Not trapping you.

And for the first time in years… you let them be.

You let Jinu guide you forward, one step at a time, never letting you fall. You let Abby follow close enough that your backs almost brushed, his presence constant, like a second heartbeat pressed just behind you.

You weren’t used to this. To this softness. 

To being wanted like this—held like this.

But this time?

This was a choice you made freely.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────

You were barely awake, still soft from sleep, still pliant between them like warm satin, and gods—it was doing things to their heads.

Abby’s large hand settled low against your back, a firm, steady pressure keeping you upright without forcing you to move faster than you wanted. His touch wasn’t demanding. It was anchoring. Just enough to remind your sleepy body that you weren’t alone—that you were held, surrounded, protected. 

Jinu’s arm stayed locked around your waist, drawing you tighter into his side with each step. His fingers brushed absently, reverently, along the hem of your oversized shirt, like he couldn’t help it, like his instincts refused to leave any inch of you untouched. His knuckles skimmed bare skin and you twitched faintly, and he bit back a low groan. You probably didn’t even realize you were doing it. And that somehow made it worse.

They guided you through the shop’s doors slowly. Unhurried. Each step felt like a ritual, quiet and reverent, wrapped in restraint.

You had no idea what kind of storm you’d just walked into.

To anyone watching, it looked harmless enough. A sleepy Omega, freshly woken from a car nap, trailed by two doting Alphas running a quick errand. But beneath the surface, beneath their skin, it was anything but simple.

This wasn’t a store visit.

This was a moment of control they were barely holding on to.

A chance to claim you without teeth. To mark you without fangs.

You were theirs, even if the bond hadn’t sealed yet.

Even if you hadn’t said the words.

The shop was quiet at this hour. Private. They’d chosen it deliberately. High-end, discreet, and stocked with curated pieces designed for bonded and pre-bonded pairs. From healing salves to tailored wearables, scent-enhancing oils to understated marking accessories—it was everything an Alpha could want for their Omega, and everything an Omega didn’t know they craved yet. 

And they were going to spoil you with all of it.

Because you weren’t just some Omega.

You were theirs.

Your scent clung to them like a second skin, sweet and delicate, still laced with the softness of sleep, and it nearly unmade them. Abby’s jaw ticked. His molars ached with how badly he wanted to growl. Not because of you. Because of them—the shop staff, the distant customers, the way strangers let their eyes linger too long on you like they couldn’t tell you were already taken.

He didn’t like it.

He hated it.

Every glance was a threat. Every sniff of your scent a warning bell. Abby's body went rigid behind you, and only your warmth kept him grounded.

Jinu felt it too. The pull under his skin, low and brutal. That spark of territorial instinct threatening to drag him under. His fingers twitched against your side, holding you just a little closer, jaw tight as he caught one too many wandering stares.

Neither of them said a word.

But the air around them changed. Grew heavier. Thicker. 

They didn’t need to speak.

Because they knew what this was.

This was the beginning of something neither of them could contain. A slow-burning storm they were welcoming.

And you walked between them like you didn’t realize it yet. Like your body hadn’t caught up to what your scent was already whispering to the room. Maybe you hadn’t felt it fully. Not yet. But they had. Every breath, every glance, every unconscious lean into their sides confirmed it.

As they guided you through the shop, past velvet-draped displays of silks, hand-stitched leather, and delicate metalwork meant to sit snug around an Omega’s throat, they weren’t looking at the shelves.

They were looking at you.

Imagining you in every single piece.

Abby could already see it. Your bare neck wrapped in soft black leather, a single silver ring at the center. Subtle. Elegant. Undeniably possessive. His chest tightened at the image—how it would gleam against your skin, how it would move when you swallowed, when you gasped, when you tilted your head to let one of them kiss just beneath it. A silent, beautiful scream of devotion.

Beside you, Jinu was quieter but no less intense. He wasn’t just picturing the collar. He was picturing the moment. Your lashes fluttering low, unsure but willing. The way you’d squirm under the weight of their eyes, heartbeat stuttering, thighs pressing together in a soft, helpless reflex. Not because the collar restrained you but because it meant something. Because it told the truth you hadn’t dared say aloud.

It would do something to you. They knew it would.

And gods, they were starving to see it.

Would the others feel it too?

Would Romance drop that lazy, infuriating smirk the second you turned your head to him, lips parted and neck wrapped in their mark?

Would Baby’s voice go breathless, pupils blown wide and hungry, the moment you made that soft little confused sound you always did when you didn’t know what to do with the attention?

And Mystery—calm, unreadable Mystery—would he go still when your scent wrapped around him like silk, triggering instincts he tried to bury?

Jinu and Abby were sure of it. They were already ruined.

And when the others got close—really close—they would be too. 

No question asked.

Because no Alpha in their right mind could ignore an Omega like you.

Not one who radiated softness like a siren call. Not one who trusted so easily. Not one who stepped between two powerful Alphas without flinching, without fear. You didn’t even know what you were doing to them.

But you would.

Soon.

Because the thought of you in their collar had wrecked them already—completely. It lived in their bones now, a craving deeper than instinct. They were going to wrap you in velvet and luxury, in safety and devotion, until there was no space between you and them. Until you forgot what it meant to be alone.

Until every breath reminded you—you were theirs.

They were so lost in the want of it, the ache, that they almost missed it.

Almost.

The scent hit first.

Sharp. Cold. Wrong.

It cracked through your natural warmth like ice splitting glass, and it yanked both of them out of the haze instantly.

Jinu’s fingers tightened at his sides. Abby’s eyes darkened, full predator. And then they saw you.

Frozen.

Your body locked in place mid-step, barely breathing, wide eyes fixed on a nearby display like it had risen from a nightmare. Collars. Delicate ones—lace and leather, silver clasps glinting beneath soft lights. Symbols of belonging. Of union. Of ownership.

To an Omega, they were sacred. Symbols of trust and protection. Love.

But not to you.

Not right now.

Not with the way your shoulders had gone stiff. Not with the way your hands had begun to tremble.

Because the last time you’d seen collars like these, they weren’t symbols of protection.

They were chains.

They were warnings.

They were her voice—sharp and cruel—slithering down your spine like poison, uninvited and unforgettable.

"Demons like you don’t deserve to be mated."

"Don't deserve to be loved."

"Stay hidden."

"Stay silent."

The words gripped your lungs like a vice.

Your throat clenched as the ghost of old chain tightened around it. You could feel it—feel her—like the collar had never come off. Like the metal was still digging in. Like you were still trapped in that place, in that skin, in that lie.

Before you could stop yourself, your hand shot up to your throat.

Clawing. Shaky. Desperate.

As if you could tear the memory away with your nails. As if you could dig deep enough to remove the scar she left.

You didn’t hear them move.

But suddenly Jinu was there, and Abby was already in front of you—too close, too fast, too focused.

His eyes dark and burning, chest rising fast like he’d sprinted through a battlefield just to get to you. He crossed the room with thunder in his bones, fury and fear tangled tight in his jaw.

He looked like he was ready to tear through anyone who touched you.

“Don’t touch your neck,” he said, voice rough and shaking, low with something wild and barely caged. “Baby…hey. Look at me.”

You flinched as his hand rose, but he didn’t grab. Just hovered. Trembling. Fighting the instinct to seize and soothe.

His heat poured over you.

Then his fingers caught your wrists with a grip that was firm but reverent, grounding you in the gentlest way you didn’t know you needed. His thumbs brushed softly over the angry marks you’d scratched in your panic, and he leaned in, his breath grazing your cheek.

“Shhh,” he murmured, velvet-dark and steady. “You’re okay. You’re safe now. Look at me, sweetheart. Nobody’s ever gonna hurt you like that again.”

You didn’t even realize you were shaking until he touched you like that.

Jinu came up behind you, his presence draping over your back like a second skin. His scent was warm and dark and made to wrap you up, to calm the frantic thunder in your blood. “We’re not gonna hurt you, Omega,” he murmured into your hair, lips so close they barely brushed you. “Not now. Not ever.”

You trembled between them, eyes wide, breath caught, your throat bobbing with a silent sob you couldn’t seem to swallow. 

Abby pressed his forehead gently to yours, his hand rising to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing under your lip. His voice was low, almost reverent. “That thing?” he nodded toward the collar resting on velvet. “It’s not what you think. Not some trap. We’d never cage you, baby. It’s just…” His gaze flicked down, then back to you, pupils dilated. “It’s so everyone else knows you’re already claimed.”

Jinu’s voice shifted, still soft but threaded now with something sharper—something lethal. “But you’re not marked. Not yet.” He pressed in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear, breath hot. “And your scent, little one—” he inhaled deeply, like it hurt to stop “—you don’t even know what it does. How it calls to every Alpha you pass.”

He paused, voice suddenly thick. “But we can handle them. You don’t need the collar if you don’t want it. We’ll deal with anyone who tries.”

“You don’t have to wear it,” Abby murmured again, fingers stroking through your hair now, slow and careful like he couldn’t bear to stop touching you. “Not unless you want to. But if you do…” His eyes dropped to your throat, voice lowering into something dark and possessive. “It’s just until the bond’s official. Just until you’ve got our marks on you.”

“And once that happens…” Jinu’s voice barely made it past a whisper, but it hit like a vow against your skin.“No one else will even think about touching you.”

That heat in their voices… it wasn’t anger. It was need. The kind that simmers low and steady. The kind that seeps into your bloodstream. The kind that turns every brush of breath, every inch of space between you, into something unbearable.

They weren’t trying to calm you anymore.

They were claiming you—in the most dangerous, gentle way.

You felt Jinu’s nose skim the side of your neck, the touch light but electric, his breath catching as he inhaled deeply—trying, and failing, to steady himself. His exhale was slow and deliberate, like he was letting your panic bleed into him, like he wanted to carry it for you. To bear it so you didn’t have to.

Beside you, Abby’s lips hovered near your ear, not touching—just close enough for his breath to dance over your skin, close enough to make you shiver.

“You’re not a secret anymore,” he said, his voice warm and honeyed, like a spell woven just for you. “You’re the one we’ve been waiting for.”

Jinu’s mouth ghosted beneath your ear, “We’ll take it slow,” he promised, the tip of his nose nuzzling that spot that made your knees wobble. “But don’t ever think we’d cage you, Omega. You weren’t made to be hidden.”

Abby’s fingers slid over your collarbone, slow and possessive, tracing your shape like he was memorizing it. His thumb tilted your chin, coaxing your gaze up with gentle control. “When we mark you,” he murmured, dark eyes locked on yours, “it won’t be to hide you. It’ll be to show you off. So they know you’re ours.”

Your pulse still raced. But it was different now.

Still raw. Still scared. But now there was heat blooming under it—low and curling, the kind that made your thighs press together instinctively. Their scent filled your lungs, thick with need, with reverence, with the aching restraint of two predators trying so hard to go slow for their wounded mate.

But inside… they were barely holding on.

Because now that they had you in their arms, trembling and soft and breathing in their voices—they knew one thing for certain:

You wouldn’t need a collar for long.

You’d wear their marks soon enough.

And when you did... the whole world would know who you belonged to.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────

You still weren’t sure how they managed to get you calm so fast.

But their hands never left you.

Even as your breathing steadied—ragged but no longer panicked—even after your voice cracked with a quiet apology, they remained. 

Closer than necessary. 

Closer than breath. 

Jinu’s thumb moved in slow, endless circles over your pulse, tracing calm into your skin like a promise. Abby’s arm stayed curled tight around your middle, firm and grounding, like he could tether you to this moment and keep the past from dragging you back under.

The store faded around you, colors softening, edges blurring, swallowed by the heady warmth of their pheromones. Rich and sweet, like cedar and smoke and heat. It curled around your spine, kissed at your skin, made your lashes flutter.

The gentle, rumbling purrs from both of them draped over your nerves like velvet. You could feel it—thick and primal—in your chest, in the aching pull low in your belly. Jinu nosed lightly at your temple, voice a silken hum.

“You’re doing so well, angel.” he whispered, his breath grazing the shell of your ear, enough to make your skin tighten with awareness.

Your breath caught, ribs cinching like a gasp wanted to claw free. You looked up, dazed, blinking slowly. Their eyes were on you—devouring and tender all at once.

Abby’s nose pressed to your hair, and he breathed you in slow, as if scenting you was the only thing grounding him. “There you are,” he said, his voice barely more than a rumble. "That’s it, baby. Come back to us.”

Us.

The word landed in your chest and bloomed there, thick and sweet.

“I…” Your voice cracked on the word. You swallowed hard, chest trembling. “I think…” You hesitated, the words sticky and shy on your tongue. “I think I want a collar.”

The shift was instant.

Abby’s purr turned molten behind you, vibrating where his chest pressed to your back. His hand swept down to your hip, possessive and slow, thumb tracing lazy circles that made your stomach flutter.

“Yeah?” he rumbled, all velvet and heat. “You sure, little one?”

You nodded again.

Jinu smiled like the sun had broken through a storm. “Come on then,” he said gently, tilting his head toward the back. “We’ll show you where.”

They guided you in silence, letting you breathe, letting you settle. Jinu walked a few steps ahead, close enough to lead, far enough to let you breathe. But he kept glancing over his shoulder, like he couldn’t stand to have you out of sight for more than a moment. Abby trailed behind, his palm steady at your waist, fingers splayed wide like he was claiming every inch he touched.

He didn’t let go. Not once.

When they stopped at a velvet-lined display tucked into the back corner of the store, you froze again.

So many options. So many textures. Some soft. Some striking. Some delicate and some bold. It was overwhelming—but beautiful.

You didn’t know which one to touch first, or if you even should.

Jinu didn’t miss it.

He didn’t crowd you, but he stepped just close enough for the heat of his body to kiss your side. His voice came low and steady, rich like honey poured over warmth. “It’s alright,” he murmured. “Take your time, sweetheart. We’re not in a rush.”

You blinked at the display, your fingers twitching at your sides. 

“There’s a lot to look at,” Jinu continued, softer now, like he was coaxing a skittish animal to trust. 

You risked a glance up at him.

His eyes were warm, but his gaze… his gaze had depth. A kind of hunger tucked beneath all that softness, like he wanted you wrapped in something only he chose, something that said you belonged.

“If anything catches your eye,” he said, brushing the backs of his fingers along yours, “just point, baby. We’ll get it for you.”

“And you don’t have to choose just one,” Abby added from behind, voice low and rough with restraint. “Get as many as you want.”

You felt him shift closer, his hand settling just above your hip. “Every color. Every style. Doesn’t matter. If it makes you feel good, you can take it.”

Abby stayed flush behind you, his warmth blanketing your back, his chin barely grazing the top of your head like he couldn’t bear to be apart from you—not even for a breath.

The memory still clung to you, bitter and bruised… but it couldn’t compare to this. To the way Abby’s hand tightened ever so slightly when you hesitated. To the soothing drag of Jinu’s scent curling through your chest, sweet and sharp with protectiveness.

You swallowed hard and lifted your hand slowly, fingers hovering over the display of soft leathers and silks. The colors blurred at the edges, too bright, too loud—but your gaze snagged on one. Pale, elegant. Gentle.

You reached for it.

And that’s when you heard them.

“Oh, she’s unmarked,” one of the staff whispered behind the counter, voice far too amused. “Easy pickings. Omegas like that never last long out here.”

Your hand froze mid-air.

“She’ll probably need something reinforced,” another chimed in, eyes raking over you like you were an unsold item. “Soft ones won’t hold her when she starts acting up. Maybe something tighter around the throat—”

The air dropped.

Abby’s growl was low and feral, primal thunder rolling from his chest. It didn’t just vibrate against your back—it echoed through your ribs, down to your toes. Your body moved before you could think, instinctively pressing back into him, as if your bones knew who you belonged to.

Behind you, his eyes burned gold. Not subtle. Not human. And the moment the staff saw it, they paled, stumbling back, mouths suddenly useless.

“You want to repeat that?” he asked, voice quiet, dangerous.

The room tensed like the walls themselves were holding their breath.

Jinu turned with elegant menace, his usual smile gone like it had never existed. His voice, when it came, was calm. Too calm. “You think a pretty little Omega under our protection is an easy target?”

He chuckled, but it was sharp, devoid of warmth. 

“You must be new.”

He tilted his head slowly, eyes glowing just faintly at the edges now, intelligent and sharp, like a predator deciding whether to kill or simply maim.

“Should I remind you who we are?”

The staff said nothing. Couldn’t. One of them audibly swallowed. The other shook their head, eyes wide with barely concealed terror.

“Maybe we should remind you,” Abby added, stepping forward until he stood between you and the staff like a wall of heat and muscle. “Say another word about her and see what happens.”

The staff stepped back, the scent of fear cloying and thick in the air. It didn’t take supernatural senses to smell it. Even humans would’ve noticed.

Your fingers were trembling again, then Jinu turned back to you, his expression shifting in an instant. That sharpness faded, melted into something impossibly soft, eyes drinking you in with such reverence it made your chest ache. He reached out slowly, knuckles brushing the edge of your cheek, his voice dipping low.

“Don’t listen to them, baby," he whispered. 

Your breath hitched.

Then, his hand moved past your line of sight, elegant fingers plucking something from the display—a collar. Deep violet, soft and rich like velvet, with no harsh buckles or unforgiving edges. Simple. Gentle. Safe.

“How about this one, angel?” he murmured, holding it up so you could see it in the light. “I don’t think the others would be good against your neck.”

You blinked slowly, still dazed from the thick, lingering haze of their scent and the venomous glares they’d shot at the staff moments ago. 

The collar shimmered faintly beneath the glow of overhead lights. Its fabric looked too tender, almost fragile. Like it was meant to rest on skin that flinched at memory. Like it had been chosen for you.

“I have no doubt,” Jinu continued, brushing his thumb along the inner lining, “the others are going to buy you plenty of collars. Jewelry. Clothes. And things you won’t even know what to do with.” He held it up to your throat without touching. 

“So this one…” His voice dipped, lower now. “This can be your temporary one. Until we get you something better.”

Your pulse jumped.

“…Others?” The word barely scraped past your lips. It cracked—confused, fragile—as it escaped. Your mind swam, unable to catch up with your body’s reaction. You looked up at him like he’d said something impossible.

Jinu paused, gaze flicking over your face like he could read every thought. “You didn’t think it was just the two of us, did you?”

Your stomach twisted. You pulled instinctively closer to Abby, pressing your body to his chest like he was the only safe place in the world.

Abby tightened his grip without hesitation, one massive arm wrapping around your thighs as he lifted you off the ground like you weighed nothing. He didn’t say a word—just nuzzled into your temple, scenting you softly, soothing the tremble in your frame with his warmth alone.

“I… I didn’t know,” you whispered, curling instinctively against his chest, fingers clutching his shirt like it was the only solid thing left. “I thought… it was just you two.”

Jinu walked ahead, the violet collar still in hand. His voice drifted back to you as Abby carried you through the store, out into the early evening air. The car was already waiting—of course it was. Their world moved like clockwork.

“There are five of us,” Jinu said, opening the backseat for Abby to slide in with you still curled in his arms. “You’ve met me. And Abby.”

You buried your face into Abby’s chest, the hard press of his pectorals grounding you. But you couldn’t help listening. Couldn’t help wanting to know.

“The other three… well.” Jinu’s voice dipped lower, like he was talking about something sacred. “Mystery’s quiet, he watches everything, especially when it matters. Baby’s the youngest—don’t let the nickname fool you. He’s unhinged when it comes to protecting what’s his. And Romance…”

He paused as Abby settled you on his lap, brushing your hair back from your face with fingers that shook ever so slightly—like he was trying not to squeeze you too hard.

“Romance,” Jinu continued, leaning down until his lips brushed the shell of your ear, “hasn’t slept since he saw you in that vision the Demon Lord sent us.”

The air inside the car seemed to tighten.

Your whole body stilled. “The Demon Lord—what do you mean? What did he show you? Why—what does that even mean?”

Jinu didn’t answer.

His eyes softened, but his expression didn’t shift. And Abby, already holding you so close, curled his hand around the back of your head and pulled you deeper into his chest, like he could block the weight of the question entirely.

“Shhh,” Abby whispered, his lips brushing your temple. “You don’t need to worry about that. Not now.”

“But—”

“Later,” Jinu murmured, gaze smoldering. “We’ll tell you everything. We promise. But right now? All that matters is this.”

“You don’t have to be scared, baby,” Abby murmured, voice low and honey-slick. “They’re not going to hurt you. None of us ever would.”

Your chest trembled.

“But what if… what if they don’t like me?” you whispered. “What if I smell wrong? What if I’m not—”

“They already like you,” Jinu said, interrupting gently, his voice thick with something raw and possessive. “No—more than that. They’re already obsessed.”

Your thighs clenched.

Abby nuzzled into your hair, dragging in a deep breath like he needed your scent to survive. His lips pressed again to your temple, reverent.

“We all are,” Jinu went on, that velvet darkness in his voice sinking straight into your bones. “You were ours the moment we found you. The second your scent hit us—it was over.”

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────

You were curled up in Abby’s lap like you belonged there—because to him, you did.

His massive arms held you tight, protective and possessive, the kind of embrace that told the world mine without saying a word. One broad hand rested on your hip, fingers splayed over your waist like he was keeping track of every breath you took, every tiny shift in your body. The other curled lightly around your thigh, thumb stroking slow, lazy circles into your skin like it soothed him, not you.

The hum of the car was low and smooth beneath you, barely noticeable under the steady rhythm of Abby’s breathing. One of their demon staff drove in silence, eyes fixed forward like he didn’t dare disturb what was happening in the backseat.

You were too soft in their arms, too drowsy from the nap you hadn’t meant to take, your cheek tucked against Abby’s thick shoulder as your lashes fluttered. The glow of luxury storefronts slipped past the tinted windows, all glass and gold and meaningless to them.

Because they already had the one thing money could never buy.

You.

Abby’s chest rumbled beneath you, the low thrum of his breathing like a lullaby stitched from heat and strength. His gaze never left your face, drinking in every little twitch, every sleepy sigh. The rise and fall of your chest. The faint warmth of your scent in the air. He was trying to behave—he really was. But you made it so hard.

You blinked sleepily, watching the city slide past in streaks of gold and neon—your little head barely peeking above the crook of Abby’s arm, cheek pillowed against the solid breadth of his chest. Your lashes fluttered, heavy with the afterglow of a nap you hadn’t planned, lips parted in the soft haze of warmth and safety.

In the front seat, the demon staff member said nothing. He drove in total silence, his expression unreadable, like his only purpose was getting you home safely and without disruption. 

But in the backseat?

The air pulsed.

Neither of the demons flanking you could look away.

You were so perfect.

The kind of Omega demons like them dreamed of but never believed existed. Just the right size for them to carry, tuck under an arm, pin down and protect in equal measure. Soft in all the ways they craved—physically, emotionally, spiritually. You didn’t even know it yet, didn’t realize how maddening your natural sweetness was, how addictive your scent had become from the moment you stepped into their orbit.

They were already hooked.

And they weren’t letting go.

Neither could stop looking.

Your demon marks shimmered faintly along your skin, ancient and beautiful, curling like ink across your arms and legs with every breath. You hadn’t even tried to hide them—they were just part of you. Small. Harmless.

But not to them.

To them, it was proof. That your body was beginning to wake up. That you were coming into yourself, whether you knew it or not. That underneath the softness, underneath the dreamy scent and delicate pulse, there was something old.

Something terrifyingly powerful.

Something theirs.

You hadn’t even shown them your full form yet. Not the glow of your true eyes. Not the weight of your aura when fully unsealed. Not the presence that could shift gravity itself, stilling the air, bending the knee of every demon too bold to test you. You were hiding it—hiding yourself.

Your bloodline. Your heritage. Your control over the hoonmoon that slept beneath the city. The command that whispered at the edges of your thoughts like instinct, a crown waiting to be worn. All of it forced down. Caged by your Aunt’s hand. She’d made you shift too early, sealed the rest of you away before it could grow.

But it was surfacing now.

Bit by bit.

You shifted in Abby’s lap, stretching your legs just a little, your body easing into his warmth without thought. The movement brushed your hair slightly out of place, exposing something you hadn’t realized was peeking through.

Two delicate, curved horns caught the low light inside the car, glinting faintly like polished obsidian laced with stardust. 

They noticed.

Jinu inhaled sharply beside you, the sound barely more than a breath, but it cracked the silence like lightning. Abby’s arms flexed around you, his whole body tensing beneath yours as his gaze zeroed in.

“Oh,” Jinu murmured, his voice warm and stunned. “Look at you…”

Abby’s breath brushed hot against your temple, his hand lifting slowly to part your hair further, reverent fingers tracing the base of your horn with featherlight touch. The stroke sent tingles down your spine—too soft to flinch from, too intimate to bear.

You froze, blinking up at him.

He was smiling.

Not wicked. Not smug.

Worshipful.

“You’ve been hiding these from us, pretty girl?” he whispered, voice thick with something that made your thighs clench. “You’re full of surprises.”

Jinu leaned closer, his fingers brushing gently under your chin to angle your face toward him, so he could look—really look. His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something filthy and instead swallowed it back with effort. 

“Gods…” he whispered. “They’re beautiful.”

His thumb brushed along your bottom lip.

“You’re beautiful.”

You could barely think under the weight of their voices, the slow, coaxing strokes through your hair, their scents wrapping around you like silk.

“It’s okay, baby,” Abby murmured against your temple, nuzzling you as he cradled your body to his chest like something fragile and divine. “The others are going to love you just as much as we do.”

“More,” Jinu added, brushing his lips against your hairline. “They’re going to lose their minds.”

You weren’t used to being looked at like this. Like prey and royalty all at once. Like a secret they wanted to protect—and keep all to themselves.

The hum of the engine stopped.

You didn’t realize the car had parked until the world shifted around you. The lights of the underground garage glared through the windows, sterile and cool, but nothing about this moment felt cold.

Jinu moved first. Without a word, he stepped out, the door shutting behind him with a quiet click. You thought maybe you’d follow him out, maybe stretch your legs—

But Abby didn’t let go.

Strong arms tightened around your waist, pressing you flush to his chest. “Mm-mm,” he hummed softly. “No running off yet.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Jinu circling to the back of the vehicle, the trunk opening with a quiet click. He began pulling out bags—some you remembered, some you didn’t. You hadn’t realized how much they’d gotten you. How much they’d prepared.

Abby stepped out of the car, lifting you effortlessly with him, your body flush against his chest, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist like second nature, your face buried against the side of his neck.

As he walked toward the elevator, every step slow and certain, you could feel his muscles shifting beneath you, the strength in his hold unshakable. Jinu followed at a comfortable pace, arms full of bags that looked weightless in his hands. They weren’t rushing. They wanted to take their time.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. Abby didn’t move until he looked down at you again, brushing his nose along your temple, slow and affectionate, like he was scenting you. His voice was a low rumble against your skin.

“We’ve got a nice place all set up for you, angel,” he purred, his breath warm against your temple, voice rolling low like velvet over fire. “Romance picked out some really soft blankets for your nest. Only the best, he said. And Baby and Mystery?” A soft chuckle followed, lips brushing your temple. “They raided their own closets. Scented the clothes themselves. Said you’d feel safer with something that already smells like them.”

The way he said safe made your stomach flutter. Like it was sacred. Like it mattered more than anything else.

Jinu moved beside you with silent precision, pulling a sleek black card from his pocket. He pressed it against a smooth panel on the elevator wall, a soft beep following. The lift jolted and began its slow ascent, humming quietly as it carried you toward the unknown.

But Abby didn’t stop talking.

He continued talking about each of his brothers to you, describing them to give you a chance to become more comfortable with them before you met them. 

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. But it vanished the second the elevator slowed… and stopped.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, but what hit you wasn’t sound—it was their scent.

Warm. Sharp. Addictive.

Thick layers of Alpha pheromones coiled through the air like velvet smoke, rich and distinct, each strand teasing something deep and aching in your chest. It wasn’t just one scent. It was them. All of them.

You staggered, your breath catching as your body lit up in recognition. Your thighs pressed together without thinking, your chest rising with sudden need. You wanted—no, needed—to drown in it. Your instincts screamed to roll in their scent, let it cling to your skin, your throat, your hair. You wanted to soak in it until no part of you felt untouched by them.

And then came footsteps. Fast. Heavy.

You tensed, every nerve tightening as the energy barreled toward you from deeper within the penthouse. The air itself felt charged—like a storm about to break. The echo of footsteps pounded against the floors, voices colliding in excitement, and something primal inside you lurched.

They were close.

Too close.

Your body knew it. Your scent glands flared in response, but your fear edged in too, old panic rising alongside the new, needy heat.

But before you could even think to move, Abby shifted.

With gentle care, he lowered you to the floor… only for your body to betray you the second your feet touched down. You turned and scrambled right back up—clinging to him like a startled kitten, arms tight around his shoulders, legs locked around his waist, your face buried in the safe, steady scent at his throat.

He stilled. Then chuckled, low and proud, one hand reaching back to cradle your thigh where it locked around his waist.

“Easy,” he murmured, voice all calm thunder. “They’re just excited, angel. You smell too good.”

Then—

Silence.

Not just quiet. Absolute stillness.

The hallway had gone dead quiet. Even your breath felt too loud.

You lifted your head slowly, peeking over Abby’s shoulder.

They were there.

Three Alphas. Just a few steps away. Standing like statues—watching you.

Not moving. Not blinking. Not even breathing.

Their eyes were wide, dark, glowing faintly in the low light. They locked onto yours like they’d been starved. As if they’d been dreaming of this exact moment, this exact glimpse of you, and now that it was real, they didn’t dare blink.

Mystery stood the closest, his black hoodie slipping slightly off one shoulder, mouth parted like he’d forgotten how to speak. His scent curled toward you, cool and dusky and charged, and you could feel it shifting in rhythm with his pulse.

Romance was beside him, still and quiet, but his fists were clenched at his sides. His jaw was tight. His eyes burned into you with slow, aching heat, like he was trying to memorize every inch of skin you’d dared to show.

And Baby… oh, gods.

He tilted his head slightly, that grin stretching across his face—but his eyes didn’t match the playfulness. They were feral. His entire posture screamed Alpha—confident, wild, territorial. Like the only reason he hadn’t already reached for you was because Abby was in the way.

None of them moved. 

Not one of them spoke.

They just watched you, still clinging to Abby’s back, like you were the last precious thing in the universe.

Your cheeks flushed. Your heart pounded.

And then Jinu broke the silence with a soft laugh behind you. “She climbed Abby like a tree.”

Romance let out a soft, helpless sound at Jinu’s words—a coo, high in his throat and full of want. His eyes were glued to you, every inch of him pulled taut like a bowstring. He was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, hands twitching at his sides, fighting the urge to just scoop you into his arms and never let go. 

Beside him, Mystery had a firm grip on the back of his shirt, the only thing stopping him from lunging forward and scaring you off.

But you were already moving.

You peeled yourself away from Abby like it physically pained you to do so, your fingers reluctant as they slid from the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of his body vanished from your front, and the air felt colder for it. You stepped forward carefully, eyes fluttering as you tried to make sense of the scents curling around you. 

Your steps faltered. A soft sway, a blink too long. 

And before your legs could give out, Romance was there.

He caught you like he'd been waiting for this exact moment since the day he was born—arms already open, hands already gentle. His breath hitched as you fell against his chest, face tucked into the crook of his neck, right where his scent was strongest. Strawberry and rose. Sweet and sharp. You whimpered quietly, like his very existence soothed something in your bones, and it nearly shattered him.

You melted against him.

Your entire body slackened, that dreamy sigh spilling from your lips like you were sinking into something deep and safe and final. It took everything in Romance not to groan aloud. 

He sat down quickly on the couch, pulling you gently into his lap, adjusting you until you were curled neatly against his chest like a puzzle piece that finally found its home.

Romance looked down at you, and every part of him softened.

You could feel it in the way he held you. That shift.

Gone was the flirt. Gone was the playful spark in his grin.

What held you now was an Alpha—bare, raw, reverent. Possessive in a way that didn’t need to speak it aloud. You were his. And if the world wanted you, it would have to rip you from his arms, bone by bone.

Across the room, Baby didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

His fists hung useless at his sides, clenched so tight the bones in his knuckles cracked. His chest rose and fell with something feral, something he didn’t have a name for—because when he saw you melting into Romance’s lap, soft and so pliant it made his head spin, something snapped low in his gut.

And then he looked at his hyungs.

He saw it mirrored in every pair of eyes.

Mystery, leaning against the wall, his pupils blown wide and dark with want. Jinu, jaw tight, arms folded, like he was holding back a quake. Abby, expression unreadable, but his entire stance screamed one thing. 

Mine.

It hit Baby all at once, how doomed they were.

Because the second you peeked out from behind Abby’s back, unsure and radiant, they weren’t just looking at an Omega.

They were looking at their Omega.

As you snuggled deeper into the curve of Romance’s neck, his warmth soaked into your skin like honey. You barely registered the weight of his hands stroking your lower back in slow, reverent passes, like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You could feel their eyes on you. All of them.

Burning across your skin, watching every rise and fall of your chest, every subtle shift of your body like it meant something. Like you meant something. Like you were already theirs and didn’t even know it.

And the strangest part?

You didn’t want to hide.

Didn’t want to run. 

You didn’t feel cornered.

You felt safe.

You knew it was too soon.

Knew you shouldn’t feel this way, not this fast, not this deep, not when you barely knew what you were walking into. But logic didn’t stand a chance under the weight of their attention. Not when it wrapped around you like velvet heat. Not when it made your pulse flutter like wings trapped beneath your skin.

Because no matter how hard you tried to hold yourself together, you couldn’t stop it.

You couldn’t stop the way your body softened under their eyes, how your breath hitched every time one of them so much as shifted closer. How the ache low in your belly coiled tighter, hotter, as if your body already knew them. Recognized their scent, their presence, the shape of the space they took up around you.

You couldn’t stop the way your throat betrayed you, how a helpless, instinctive purr hummed up from your chest the moment Romance leaned in and pressed his face to your hair, breathing you in like he was starved for it. Like your scent was the only thing keeping him from unraveling.

You didn’t know what to call this feeling. This heat. This ache. This invisible tether that pulled you toward them, helplessly, instinctively, like you were made for them.

But gods… it felt right.

For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like you were too much. You didn’t feel like a problem to be solved or a storm to be weathered. You felt claimed. Cherished. Like you were something sacred.

Like you belonged to all of them.

And gods help you, your Omega thrived under it.

She uncoiled inside you, slow and languid, basking in the attention, greedy for more. Not afraid. Not even shy. She wanted it. All of it. All of them. The heat, the scent, the way their gazes burned through your layers until there was nothing left but need. You were trembling on the edge of something wild and inevitable—and the worst part?

You didn’t want to run.

You wanted to be caught.

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[emryshunts]

We'll Be Fine

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡

𝐒𝐚𝐣𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏. 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏. 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓—𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓—𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒓. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔. 𝑨 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑨 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓. 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑶𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆—𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂, 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 (18+).

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Jinu walked alone, his breath misting in the cold night air, each step echoing against the empty street. His heart still raced from the confrontation with Huntrix, a cold dread settling in his bones. 

Rumi was half demon.

And worse—she was a hunter.

The air split open without sound, reality bending like molten glass. Heat surged behind him, and in the next blink, Jinu was no longer in the city—but underground. The earth trembled beneath his feet, and the walls of black stone glowed faintly with veins of magma. At the heart of it all roared a massive inferno—no shape, no face, just a swirling mass of fire with a voice that burned into his bones.

Gwi-ma.

His presence wasn’t seen—it was felt. A scorching pressure that weighed on the soul. The flames pulsed once, and the voice came like a low rumble from the pit of the earth itself.

“One of the Hunters bears my mark, but I have no control over her.”

“But the other one…” Gwi-ma’s grin was felt more than seen. “I can reach her… through the mind. She’s the hunters sister.”

Jinu stiffened.

A sudden gust of heat lashed across Jinu’s skin, searing without burning.

“She hears me. She feels me. My voice lingers in her mind. She may be caged now, but if she stands with us…” The fire rose higher, devouring the shadows. “Humans will fall more easily when she is by my side. By yours.”

Jinu staggered as a vision poured into his mind, uninvited and consuming.

Jinu’s breath hitched.

And there she was.

The girl.

She was curled into herself on the floor of what looked like a stone chamber—arms wrapped around her knees, hair hanging loose and wild. A thick metal collar circled her throat, and a single iron chain rattled softly whenever she shifted. She didn’t cry. She didn’t speak. But her chest rose and fell too fast. Her body was trembling with exhaustion, or maybe frustration, or maybe something else she didn’t understand.

The instant his eyes locked on her, something snapped inside him. A throb pulsed in his chest, radiating outward, curling through his bones and down into that ancient place where instinct lived. Where hunger lived. Where she now lived.

He didn’t notice his claws sliding out until they scraped against his thigh, his body vibrating with the sudden flare of need. His scent shifted—hot, sharp, laced with dominance. He tried to breathe through it, but the air was thick, his lungs straining under the weight of a bond that hadn’t even fully snapped into place.

And then it happened.

A low, guttural sound bloomed in his throat, uninvited and uncontrollable. A purr. Deep and primal, meant only for a bonded Omega.

Jinu bit it back with a harsh swallow, jaw locking tight as he forced the sound down. 

Not here. Not in front of him.

He curled his fingers into fists, nails biting into his palms as he stared at her image. Her. His lungs burned. His inner Alpha roared. Something about her was off in a way that made his bones hum. Like a magnetic pull just beneath the surface of his skin. He couldn’t name it. He didn’t want to. But he felt it.

And that was dangerous.

The vision flickered—closer now. Her head turned, just enough to catch the light. She was beautiful, but not the kind of beauty meant for this world. Her lips were dry, parted just slightly. Her lashes low. Her expression was dazed. Worn.

Vulnerable.

Too vulnerable.

Jinu swallowed hard.

“Find her,” the demon whispered, voice fading back into the flames. “See what she becomes… when she’s no longer bound.”

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────

The scent of sweat, cedar, and something darker curled in the air of their penthouse. The boys were scattered across the space—shirts clinging to their skin after training, damp hair falling into their eyes, muscles tense and restless like they were waiting for something they couldn’t name.

Jinu stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes distant as dusk filtered in through the curtains. The burn in his chest hadn’t left since the vision. Since her.

“Are you gonna say it,” Abby muttered, wiping his neck with a towel, “or will you keep standing there like a statue?”

Romance looked up from where he sprawled on the couch, an eyebrow raised. “Something’s been crawling under your skin since last night.”

Jinu’s jaw worked, a flicker of gold flashing through his irises when he turned to face them. “There’s another demon.”

Mystery stilled. Romance’s brows furrowed. Baby, lying upside down on the couch, blinked slowly.

“Another hunter?” Romance asked.

Jinu shook his head. “Not exactly.”

He let the silence stretch before speaking again—lower this time, chest vibrating faintly with the weight of it. “She’s not a hunter. But she’s blood-related to one.”

“To Rumi?” Baby sat upright.

“She has a sister,” Jinu confirmed. “Half-demon. Half-human.”

Abby stood from where he’d been crouched by the fireplace, voice clipped. “Why haven’t we heard of her before?”

“Because she’s been hidden.” Jinu’s voice cracked now. “Locked away.”

Romance’s head tilted, expression darkening. “By who?”

Jinu’s gaze dropped. “Celine.”

The word hit the air like a whipcrack.

“You mean their aunt?” Abby asked, stepping closer.

Romance cursed low under his breath.

“She was just a kid when it started,” Jinu continued, barely able to keep the gravel out of his voice. “Their aunt couldn’t control her powers. Couldn’t ‘purify’ them like Rumi’s. So she locked her away. Hid her. Bound in a collar with suppressants, runes burned into her skin. They’ve been keeping her out of sight for years.”

“What the fuck?” Baby hissed.

Mystery’s voice came quiet, dangerous. “And the hunter?”

“She doesn’t know,” Jinu cut in. “Celine’s been feeding her lies. Said the girl was born tainted. Said she didn’t survive the ritual. Rumi thinks she died years ago.”

Baby looked stunned. “And all this time…”

“She’s been hidden.” Jinu’s tone trembled now. “Isolated. Shackled. Buried underground like she’s a sin.”

Romance rubbed a hand over his face. “How do you know all this?”

Jinu hesitated. “Gwi-ma showed her to me. A vision.”

Mystery spoke, quiet but firm. “What did you feel?”

Jinu looked away.

That was answer enough.

Abby stepped forward, voice low. “You felt her.”

“I felt her,” he murmured. “the second I saw her, something inside me moved. Like my Alpha had been waiting his whole damn life just to see her face.” He swallowed hard, eyes darkening. My Alpha almost tore out of me. My claws wouldn’t retract. My body wanted to find her and take her.”

Abby stood slowly, his fists clenched, fury starting to rise in waves off his skin. “She’s been rotting in some prison while we’ve been here?”

“She’s not even bonded,” Jinu growled. “No protection. No one to soothe her instincts. And she’s starting to feel it. I saw the way her body reacted. She doesn’t know what’s happening to her—but she feels us. Feels me”

Abby moved, slow but purposeful, until he was right in front of Jinu. “Where is she?”

“South of Seoul,” Jinu answered. “A cathedral repurposed into a containment site. Not even on maps anymore. Celine's been keeping her there, claiming it’s for purification. But all she’s done is isolate her.”

Abby’s hands clenched into fists. “We’re getting her out. Now.”

“And Rumi?” Mystery asked. “What do we do with her?”

“She’s not the enemy,” Jinu said. “Not yet. She’s under Celine’s control—just like her sister is. But when the truth comes out…”

“She’ll break,” Romance finished.

“We all will,” Jinu whispered. “If we don’t get to her in time.”

For a moment, no one said a word.

Then Abby grabbed his jacket, voice thick. “I don’t care how deep they buried her. Or who stands in the way. If she’s ours, no one gets to keep her caged.”

Jinu was already moving. “We bring her back. Even if we have to burn that place to the fucking ground.”

The place trembled with their energy now. Five Alphas, pulsing with the scent of purpose, of claim, of something old and unshakable.

The bond had begun.

And nothing—not fire, not stone, not even blood—would stop it from completing.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────

The cathedral loomed like a corpse in the fog, its stone walls broken and bleeding ivy. Abby and Jinu moved in sync, shadows stretching behind them as they passed beneath the ruined archways, down a dark hall where the air grew heavy. Too heavy. Every step down the forgotten stairs was a fight to breathe.

Something was calling to them.

You were calling to them.

Every stair they descended toward that underground crypt made the pressure worse, made the bond sharper, more suffocating.

And then they saw you.

Curled in the far corner like a broken thing. Your frame folded in on itself, limbs trembling, hair wild and matted against sweat-slicked skin. The faint, sickly light of suppressive runes bathed your body in a sterile glow. An iron collar dug into the tender skin of your throat, chained to the floor like some cursed, forgotten relic. Every twitch you made sent a dull clink of metal echoing through the place—and every flinch made the chains hiss with sparks.

You were whimpering.

Every soft, broken sound that fell from your lips shredded something in both of them.

“Jinu…” Abby’s voice cracked, breaking under the weight of it. “Is that her?”

His heart stopped.

You were devastating.

Even like this—sweat-soaked, skin pale, lip bitten raw from the effort not to scream—you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

The bond snapped tight in his chest like a chain pulled taut.

His eyes glowed gold.

Claws slid out with a low metallic scrape.

Demon marks shimmered to life beneath his skin, slashing across his neck, his jaw, the inside of his arms like flame-kissed ink.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “She’s our mate.”

Another whimper escaped your lips—smaller this time, like you were trying to hold it in. You shifted slightly and the runes flared. Magic lashed over your skin like fire. You sobbed, twisting in pain, body jerking helplessly as the punishment triggered again.

“Shh…don’t move,” Jinu said quickly, voice laced with panic and heat. He pressed a hand against the bars, his body thrumming with the urge to shift and tear through the fucking metal. “You’ll hurt yourself, baby, stop—”

Your head moved. Just a little. Like it took everything in you.

You heard him.

And then—broken, barely a whisper—you spoke.

“…Alpha…”

The word shattered them.

Abby dropped to his knees beside Jinu, his entire body trembling with restraint. “We’re here, little omega,” he rasped, reaching through the bars with clawed hands. “We’ve got you now. We’ve got you.”

You whimpered again, eyes fluttering open for a second. Glassy. Lost. Your body tried to crawl forward—instinct driving you toward the bond. Toward them. But the runes struck like whips the moment you moved. Your body arched, convulsing in pain, before collapsing again like a puppet with cut strings.

“She’s reacting to us,” Jinu growled, voice raw with helpless rage. “She feels the bond. She’s trying to reach us.”

“She can’t,” Abby snarled, jaw clenched, eyes glowing. “These fucking wards—they’re punishing her for even reacting.”

Another sob ripped from your chest. You were trembling all over now—your body knowing what your mind couldn’t. The bond was trying to pull you into their arms, to safety, but it was killing you in the process.

You dragged one knee forward, teeth sinking into your lip to swallow the scream.

The collar flared violently.

Agony lanced through you like lightning, seizing your limbs until you collapsed.

“NO!” Jinu’s voice cracked like a whip through the air, broken and frantic. “Don’t move—don’t, angel, please. It’s hurting you.”

The stone floor was cold against your cheek. You gasped. Again and again. Every breath a jagged knife inside your lungs. Your vision blurred, tears spilling before you realized you were crying.

“I… I can’t…” Your voice cracked. “It hurts…”

You didn’t even know if they could hear you. You didn’t know if you were dreaming.

“You don’t have to come to us,” Abby said softly, voice so deep it vibrated through your bones. One hand pressed flat to the iron, like he could will it out of existence. “We’ll come to you. We’ll tear this fucking place apart if we have to. You hear me?”

Your head gave the smallest nod. Barely.

And then your lips parted again. “Alpha…”

Their breath caught.

“I dreamed about you,” you whispered, like a confession that had been rotting in your chest for years.

The world stopped moving.

“I didn’t know who you were,” you continued, voice shaking. “But I kept hearing voices. Feeling warmth. Smelling things that made my whole body ache. I thought I was going insane.”

Jinu pressed his forehead to the bars like it hurt to be separated from you. “No, angel. You weren’t crazy. You were just waiting. Waiting for us.”

Tears slipped free, hot against your cheeks. “I didn’t know it would hurt like this,”

The pain in your voice was a blade, slicing straight through them.

Jinu’s claws raked deep grooves into the stone beside him. “We need to get her out now. I swear to god, I’ll rip through every fucking wall—”

“I’m figuring out the seal,” Abby growled, eyes burning gold as he scanned the glowing runes. “Just keep her still. If she gets hit again…”

His voice trailed off. He didn’t have to finish it.

Jinu dropped to his knees, his voice turning feral-soft, lowering to a rumble that sank deep under your skin. “Breathe for me, baby. That’s it. Just breathe. Don’t move. Don’t fight it. Let your Alphas come to you now. Let us take care of everything.”

Your lips trembled.

And then… something changed.

The air shifted.

Warmth wrapped around your body—unseen but unmistakable. Jinu’s scent. His pheromones rolled out thick and warm like honey, flooding the space between you, smothering the panic that clawed inside your chest.

Your pulse slowed.

Bit by bit, your muscles loosened. Your body stopped flinching.

The trembles faded.

“That’s it…” Jinu whispered, his voice melting into something reverent. “That’s it, sweet girl. Good omega. That’s my girl.”

His praise washed over you like balm.

You blinked slowly. Your lips parted as you exhaled a shaky breath, surrender threading every corner of your soul. You didn’t have to crawl anymore. Didn’t have to beg or fight.

They were here.

And so you did the only thing your body would allow.

You stopped fighting

The iron bars hissed like they were alive, sparks spitting and screaming as Abby’s claws sank deep into the enchanted metal. Beside him, Jinu’s breath came in ragged bursts, golden eyes slitted, fangs bared, his control fraying at the seams. He was seconds from shifting. Seconds from losing the leash on his alpha instincts. 

The cathedral could burn. Crumble. Cease to exist.

You were behind those bars.

And they were getting you out.

Abby’s muscles flexed with primal purpose, demon marks blazing along his arms like fire etched beneath his skin. With a roar that rattled the bones of the world, he tore through the final seal, claws slashing through the cursed steel like it was paper soaked in ash and sin.

A scream echoed through the underground.

Not yours.

The bars themselves were the ones begging for mercy.

And then—they shattered.

The entire cage exploded inward, twisted steel sent flying, heat and cold colliding in a violent rush. The very air gasped, like it had been holding its breath, waiting to be allowed to touch you again.

It hit your skin like knives. Raw air. Magic-shattered silence. The scent of your Alphas flooding in.

Your lungs jolted, sucking in a broken gasp that tasted like blood and freedom. You didn’t even realize you’d been holding your breath until it escaped in a soft, choked sob.

Jinu was on you in seconds.

He dropped to his knees, hands cupping your face with a gentleness that didn’t match the violence burning in his gold-slit eyes. His chest rumbled with a low, deep purr, instinctive and raw, vibrating straight into your bones.

“Shh, baby. You’re okay. You’re safe,” he whispered, his voice hoarse as he tucked your hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek like it was the most precious thing he’d ever touched. " Your alpha is here now. We’ve got you. We’ve got you.”

Your lips parted, breath trembling.

“Alpha…”

You reached for Abby, your fingers barely lifting but desperate for warmth. He was already there, crouched beside Jinu, his presence a wall of heat and control barely held in check. His eyes burned. His purrs joined Jinu’s, deeper, rougher, almost protective.

“It hurts,” you choked, tears leaking down your cheeks as the collar shifted and bit into your throat again. You whimpered. Jinu’s purr stuttered. His claws clicked out with a metallic shiver.

“I know, angel,” he rasped, forehead pressing gently to yours, his scent pouring from him now in thick, soothing waves. “I know it does. I’m gonna take it away. I swear to you. Just hold on a little longer.”

His forehead pressed to yours. The vibration in his chest deepened, the purr becoming a steady hum that curled inside you, coaxing you back from the edge.

Abby’s hand wrapped around your ankle. His touch was warm, calloused, the pads of his fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles against your skin.

“You’re safe now,” he murmured, his voice thick, hypnotic, laced with an alpha’s promise. “No one will touch you again. Not unless it’s us. Not unless you want it. No one will hurt you, not while we breathe. You're ours now.”

The way he said it didn’t leave room for argument.

Yours.

Yours.

Yours.

Your body trembled beneath the collar and cuffs, the sharp edge of every breath dragging pain across your chest. But their scent wrapped around you, thick and dominant, drowning out the sting. And that sound—those purrs—their purrs—was pulling something deep from inside you. Something instinctual. Something desperate.

You tried to shift toward them. The chain clinked. The collar bit in harder.

You whimpered.

A growl tore from Jinu’s chest. His claws extended again. “Get this shit off her,” he snarled.

Then a voice slithered through the air, mocking and smug.

“Well, isn’t this sweet.”

Abby’s head turned first. Slow. Dangerous.

A man stood at the top step, staff uniform unbuttoned, posture loose with arrogance. He descended like he had all the time in the world, eyes flicking lazily between you and your alphas.

“You’re trespassing,” he said, arms crossed as his gaze dipped toward your chained body. “She’s locked up for a reason, you know. Half-breed trash like her? Better in chains.”

Jinu didn’t blink.

Abby stood, slow and silent, eyes glowing brighter now.

“She’s ours,” he said, voice calm. But it was the kind of calm that came before violence. “Watch your mouth.”

The man scoffed. “She’s pretty. Shame, really. But you two look like the type to want a challenge. Just hope you’re not into damaged goods.”

The world stopped.

Your body froze. Breath caught in your lungs. Even your pain dulled under the pressure of rage pressing down from both sides.

Jinu’s growl rose so low it made your bones vibrate. It didn’t sound human.

“Abby,” he said, voice calm in the most terrifying way. His eyes didn’t leave the man. “Cover her eyes.”

“Gladly.”

You barely had the time to breathe before Abby was behind you, his warmth flooding your back. One large hand slid gently over your eyes, shielding you from the ugliness in the room. His chest curled around you like a wall, solid and burning, his other arm wrapping across your front as if to pull you into his very skin.

His nose brushed against your temple, then down to your jaw, your neck, scenting you in slow, reverent drags. His breath hitched against your skin. “You smell so good omega,” he whispered, voice raw. “So soft… so sweet... fuck.”

His lips grazed your skin again, purring low and deep in his chest—so deep you felt it in your bones, vibrating through your spine. You couldn’t help it. A soft purr bubbled out of your own throat in return, timid and instinctive, like your body knew who it belonged to.

Abby gasped. His head dropped to your shoulder. His eyes rolled back, glowing faintly behind closed lids, as he groaned deep in his chest.

“God, baby,” he growled against your skin, inhaling like he needed your scent to live. “You’re such a good girl. So fucking good for us.”

You sagged back into his arms, the bond between you thrumming so loud it drowned out the world. Abby’s voice was the only thing you heard now, soft and low, his purr a constant lull in your ears.

“Just listen to me,” he whispered again, reverent. “Only me. You’re safe. We’ve got you. No one will ever touch what’s ours again.”

Behind you, Jinu moved.

He rose in one slow, terrifying motion, shoulders squared, fangs bared. His demon marks glowed brighter, licking up his throat, his jaw, the edges of his golden eyes, now slit like a predator's.

“Say that again,” he growled, his voice the sound of death. Cold. Final.

The man blinked. His smirk wavered.

“I said—” He didn’t finish.

One blink.

That was all.

And then Jinu was no longer standing across the room.

He had the man pinned to the far wall with a sickening crack, claws wrapped around his throat like iron. Fangs bared. His expression didn’t change. It was cold. Controlled. Deadly.

“You looked at her like she was an object,” Jinu hissed, every word laced with venom. “You spoke about her like she was trash. You think I’ll let you live?”

The man kicked. Clawed at his wrist. But Jinu didn’t flinch.

“She’s mine. She’s ours. She carries our fucking scent.”

The air thickened with magic—burning, suffocating. The stones behind the man’s head cracked again from the pressure of Jinu’s grip.

“You’re not even worth the energy it would take to rip you apart.”

The man choked, gurgling. “Y-you can’t—”

“Try me.”

Jinu’s claws clenched. There was another sickening crack and the man’s head snapped back with a brutal crunch. The sound echoed.

“You think I won’t end you?” Jinu’s voice turned feral. “Think I won’t devour the soul of a filthy little insect who dared to speak her name like that?”

He leaned in. His purr was a violent rumble now—not comfort, not affection. Rage. Pure and raw.

“I will enjoy this.”

And then you felt it.

The tear of something unseen. The sick pull of a soul being ripped from its shell.

A pulse of dark energy washed over the chamber, primal and terrifying. Jinu’s power surged through the room as he sent the man’s essence straight to Gwi-ma without blinking.

The body crumpled.

Lifeless. Useless. Forgotten.

And just like that… silence returned.

Jinu turned, slowly, eyes still burning gold, but his face softened the second he looked at you. His purr returned—different now. Protective. Possessive. Seductive.

“Mine,” he murmured under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

Abby eased his hand from your eyes, his palm now stroking your cheek, murmuring soft nothings while his other hand stayed curled around your ankle, anchoring you to the present.

“You did so well,” Abby whispered, breath fanning over your temple. “Held on for us like a good girl.”

Jinu crouched in front of you, pupils blown wide, eyes never leaving yours. He reached for the collar, that awful iron still biting into your throat. His jaw ticked. His claws twitched.

“This—” he snarled, “—doesn’t belong on you.”

And with a twist of his wrist, the collar shattered.

It hit the ground with a metallic clang.

The second it was off—

They smelled you.

Not the muted, suppressed version they’d barely clung to in the room’s haze.

No.

The real you.

Both men stilled, their chests heaving as the fragrance of your scent flooded the air. It was warm, rich, and so devastatingly addictive their bodies reacted before their minds caught up.

“Fuck,” Abby choked, a guttural groan pouring from his throat. His arms wrapped around you from behind, possessive and desperate, and his face buried in your neck like he needed to drown in you. “That’s you? That’s what you’ve been hiding from us, little omega?”

Jinu’s lips parted as he leaned in, eyes wide and dazed. He inhaled deeply, his tongue flicking out to taste the air near your throat. “Sweet... gods, you’re so fucking sweet.”

Your body instinctively arched between them, overwhelmed by the intensity, by the bond humming louder than your heartbeat. And then, softly, from deep in your chest, you purred.

It was involuntary. Natural. Meant for them.

They shattered.

Abby groaned low, his eyes rolling back, hips pressing flush to your back as he rutted against you instinctively, breath ragged. “Fuck. That sound—baby, you’re killing me,” he growled, his lips dragging along your temple. “So good. So fucking good for us.”

Jinu was on his knees in front of you, hands gripping your thighs like he needed to feel your pulse to stay grounded. His head dipped, forehead resting just above your chest, his breath fanning over your skin. “Good girl,” he whispered hoarsely. “So fucking good... purring for your alphas like that. Just like that, baby. Just like that.”

The purring didn’t stop.

Yours, soft and melodic, curled into theirs—rougher, deeper, primal. The sound was thick in the air, wrapping around the three of you like a blanket of heat and bond, melting the pain from your limbs. Abby and Jinu kept you close, their bodies radiating warmth, their hands gentle as they checked your wrists, your legs, your scent.

“She's okay,” Abby whispered, like he needed to say it aloud to believe it. He brushed your hair back, his eyes still glowing faintly. “She’s safe now.”

Abby didn’t even blink when he lifted you with one arm, his hand curling firmly beneath your thighs while the other rested against your lower back, large and possessive and so warm. His touch sent a shiver spiraling through your spine. Not fear. Never fear with him. Just the high of being held by someone that strong, that effortlessly dominant.

My Alpha’s strong. So stronggg.

Your omega purred louder at the thought, helpless against the way your body melted into him.

You curled closer, nose brushing against the crook of Abby’s neck, where his scent was thickest. He smelled like heat and salt and leather and something darker underneath—something that made your teeth ache and your thighs clench. 

“You like that?” he murmured, voice dark, amused, hungry. “You like how easy it is for me to carry you, little omega?”

You let out a soft sound—somewhere between a moan and a purr—and he groaned in return, kissing your shoulder slowly, possessively.

He moved like a shadow down the hall, carrying you like you were weightless. And yet his grip never softened. Like if anyone even looked at you, he’d crush them without blinking.

For the world?

He was fire.

But for you?

He was soft.

Jinu opened the car door and stepped aside, but not without brushing his fingers over your lower back—tender, grounding, a silent I'm right here. He watched you both with a look that could kill anyone not wearing your scent.

“She’s still purring,” Jinu murmured, his voice wrecked and filled with something reverent.

“Course she is,” Abby replied, climbing into the car with you still tucked in his arms, settling you in his lap like you belonged there. “She knows she’s safe now.”

The doors shut with a heavy thud. The outside world vanished.

Inside the vehicle, the air was thick with their scent. The scent of protection. Possession. Home.

Jinu climbed in beside you and reached across, letting his hand slide over your waist, down your thigh, checking every inch of you again, like he needed to feel that you were whole. You didn’t flinch—you leaned into it. You leaned into him.Leaned into them.

The car started with a smooth, luxurious rumble, gliding into motion like a predator at rest.

You were warm. Caged in muscle. Drenched in scent.

Abby’s chest rose beneath your cheek like the swell of ocean tides—slow, steady, grounding. His arm curled beneath you, bicep flexing around your waist like a living wall of muscle. Jinu sat beside you, legs spread wide, one thigh pressed against yours. His hand traced lazy, slow circles over your knee, like he was memorizing the shape of you. His touch never left your skin—not for a second.

You purred again, a soft, dreamy sound that vibrated against Abby’s chest and curled under Jinu’s skin. The low hum of the road beneath you, the heady scent of them filling the car, and the lull of their voices... it was all too much. Too good. Too safe.

“She’s so soft when she sleeps,” Jinu murmured, voice barely above a breath. He brushed a stray strand of hair from your cheek, knuckles grazing your skin with reverence. “So trusting... it makes me want to bite.”

Abby chuckled darkly, lips brushing against your temple as he exhaled. “She’s never gonna feel alone again,” he murmured. “Not on our watch.”

Jinu’s fingers drifted higher, skimming up your thigh where your shorts had ridden up. His thumb grazed the sensitive inside, slow, deliberate. “She doesn’t even know what’s coming,” he whispered, heat curling in his tone. “We’re going to ruin her. Break her in the sweetest fucking way.”

Abby’s breath hitched. He pressed a kiss to your head, soft but possessive. “She’s already ruined me.”

You shifted in your sleep, body arching ever so slightly into Abby’s hold, nose nuzzling the line of his throat where his scent was strongest. Your omega purred louder, instinct chasing his warmth. . You were so close to waking—on the edge of it—but Jinu’s voice caught you just in time.

“Shh...not yet baby,” he whispered, leaning close, his breath feathering over your cheek. “Rest. We’ve got you.”

Abby’s grip around you flexed subtly, possessive. He dipped his head, nuzzling into your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head that lingered.

“She’s gonna have five Alphas wrapped around her finger,” he muttered, voice rough with awe. “They’re gonna lose their fucking minds when they see her.”

Jinu’s hand never left your waist, thumb stroking in slow, soothing circles as he reached into his jacket with the other. He unlocked his phone without looking, his golden gaze pinned to your face like he was memorizing every blink of your lashes, every soft exhale.

He opened the pack group chat.

Jinu: We found her.

The replies came almost instantly.

Mystery: WHERE?

Romance: Is she okay?

Baby: Do I need to kill someone?

Jinu smiled faintly and typed back, eyes never leaving your face.

Jinu: She’s safe. We’re bringing her home.

He stared at the message for a beat. Then, slowly, he locked his phone again and slipped it away.

But his eyes never left you.

“You have no idea what’s coming, little one,” Jinu murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed the curve of your shoulder, soft and reverent. “You’re going to be loved so hard it’ll ruin you.”

Abby’s voice followed like a shadow, hot against your ear. “You’re never lifting a finger again. Not when you’ve got five alphas ready to worship the ground you walk on.”

Their bond coiled around you, wrapping tight like silk and heat and something sacred.

And in that moment…

there was no pain.

No past.

No fear.

Only their hands. Their voices. Their scent in your lungs.

And for the first time—

You didn’t just belong.

You were theirs.

And they would never let you forget it.

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[dezycocoa]

Oooh and the reactions of other Dragon Raja characters with the same mc I’ve asked so far!! I’m really liking these thank u so much

Of course, anytime!! 💞

I'm glad you liked it. Don't be afraid to ask for anymore reactions or anything 😌

Have a great day~♡

[dezycocoa]

May I ask reactions of Dragon Raja antagonists with the Amazon Mc~

Sorry for taking so long, been busy 😵

And I got chu! But due to me only knowing Dr. Herzog, aka Osho, I'm gonna only do his reaction 🥲

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Dr. Herzog:

-The amount of shocked to impress to obsessed(ewww) that he felt when he found out Nerina is a Amazon AND Ares daughter...could be concerning.

-Possibly even more helpful for him to learn and understand much better in ways to know how to control those (Chime, Eri etc.)

-He would even go out of his way to make Nerina feel special or care for just for when the day comes, he'll back stab her (as expected)

-Would he do surgery on her? Only if really necessary, so rarely but he does ask her a lot of questions.

Dr. Herzog disguise as Tachibana:

-Shocked and scared

-Okay maybe not scared but definitely worry

-He work so hard to get to where he's at, even taking his once ally-enemy face, Bondarev. Changing his name to Tachibana so as not to give out any clues or hint that he, Herzog or in this case Bondarev, has been at the attack of Black Swan Bay.

-So to say the least, he did everything in his power to get ride of her or hide the obvious of knowing Nerina.

-Despite the few slip-ups, which you wouldn't expect from the villain especially him as he always had everything planned out. ALWAYS.

Dr. Herzog as Osho:

-Being as himself, without having to hold back. He doesn't hesitate to attack her when there was a chance or two.

-He knows that, somehow in some way, Nerina would either find a way with or without help go defeat him.

-Now does he believe she's stronger than Chisei,Eri or Chime?...Maybe, maybe not.

-He hasn't exactly seen them fight each other or at least one that would be considered fighting.

-Attack Nerina during that first mission when the Team spied on them at Tokyo tower? Yes, to test her strength even if he was their as a clone (or rather clons since Tachibana is also his clone...or something like that at least).

-Does he attack her in hope of getting ride of her during that time Luminous and Eri were on a date? also yes, but only adding in the fact he needs to get ride of her for good.

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So, what I did was the different reaction from The start of the game and way through it during the mission the team went on together. I would have done Odin but well...I don't know him very well 😅

I do hope this is good 😌

[dezycocoa]

I feel like it would be more cool for dragon raja to have the protagonist a female Luminous is a very boring useless protagonist that really bugs me. The fact that he finally reached a character development is still lame to me. He is powerful by blood is not like he worked hard to achieve something which is really important to put into the Mc because it inspired the reader.

In my mind, is Korra girl and the whole Amazon concept origin, stunningly attractive, incredibly tall and muscular curvy~ exuding health, vigour, and confidence. Being loud, outspoken, and feisty, she knows what she wants and how to get it. She is good-natured, fun-loving, and compassionate, but also extremely prideful and at times manipulative. I love asking you for some headcanons or characters reactions about this.

How is your mc like?

So this one took me a while to think about how they'll, obviously the dragon raja chract, would react. (Only because my brain decided to be slow as snails 🐌)

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Caesar:

- He loves when someone is confident, compassionate and straight up a go getter.

- So when he met Korra, he straight up new that he had to make her his ally and friend.

- Heck, these two would probably end up as besties

- Of course he would notice her moments for when she's being or is straight up manipulative or too prideful.

- Does he call her out for being prideful? I feel like he would at first for the first three times whenever it has happened but then stop once she makes a comeback about him having his prideful moments too. But just doesn't notice.

- But he definitely does comments about her being manipulative. Which she would at first deny but maybe later down the line, she slowly realized and accepted that she is, or was, manipulative.

Johann:

- He would be the first actually to call out on her during those manipulative moments.

- Only because she had tried to manipulate him into doing something she didn't want to do, but failed as he notice...right as soon as she made mistake during her words phrasing, to manipulate him.

- Of course after a while of going on missions together and/or working at Takamaghara(if that's spelled correctly) they got close.

- And learnt that despite her flaws, she's actually a great person who's outspoken, feisty and very fun-loving.

- That's also when he learn that she isn't manipulative in a bad way as she doesn't, or barely, does that at all.

Luminous:

- He's probably wondering how or what she did to be able to be this confident during fights. Not afraid to be loud and outspoken when it comes to things she doesn't agree with and all of that.

- But he does appreciate how good-natured Korra is and how she's willing to listen to him rant about games, anime or well...about life and how he just doesn't understand how he's an s-rank and yet so...powerless.

- They also become besties and play video games together. And even introduced anime and manga to Korra as he thinks it's important to know about in any person life. And to watch/read of course.

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I'm only doing the main three, but if you would like more characters reaction, leave a like or a comment and I'll continue from here with the others reaction.

Though I hope this is to your liking, if not, deep apologies (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

As for my mc, Cocoa. Well she's like...sweet and kind but is somewhat the quiet type but also isn't afraid to share her opinion at least once in awhile. She will talk to the guys one she's out of her shyness mode. Strong, I like to imagine that she trained a lot, while studying, at Black Swan Bay because she always wanted to be able to protect those she loves and cares about. Though as you can see how it went at black Swan Bay...the minute she woke up, rest and all of that on her first day at Cassell college...she trained A LOT.

Oh and, in this AU, Caesar is either single or still is with Nono and that Cocoa either ends up with Caesar or with both...all depends on ...me, lol.

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[dezycocoa]

I liked your thoughts of an Amazon Mc. I hope I’m not the only player that wants their female mc to have that princess treatment especially from Johann😏

But unfortunately devs don’t give us what we rightfully want😭

Mind if I ask for some other headcanons if I’m not annoying you? Whenever your available~ thank you so so much❤️

Annoying me? Never!

Besides I totally love this idea. The minute I read MC getting princess treatment from everyone, I couldn't help but to let out an evil smile as I gotten an idea. HEHEHEEHEHE 😈

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Headcanon of female MC getting the princess treatment ✨

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Soooooooooo, after what our MC girly went through at black Swan bay, watching her friends/family die before her eyes, being betrayed by who she thought was a father figure (I WISH I COULD HAVE BEATEN HERZOG MYSELF!!!👿) and then being pushed into the frozen as fudge ocean by your bestie for life that wants you to live.... Even though, again, she pushed you into the ice cold ocean that somehow only just frozen an unconscious mcccc-(NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW AUTHOR!). Just to wake up apparently 20 years or something later to find out you've been frozen and not dead and that you missed out on those 20 years of your life despite...still be 18(or more if you consider your character to be older than 18,but younger than 25 or some). And than instantly thrusts into group of people you got no clue who they areeee and not even sure if you can even trust themmmmm, shouldn't trust them yetttt(I can't be the only one right?....right). And those missions ending up with MC almost or did die but somehow came back alive, like..."bish, let me stay 😵" you know?...yeah, you know.

Oh and let's not forget that one time where Chime or Ruri Kazama at the time, somehow figured out MC is also from Black Swan bay despite her not even TELLING HIM?!! LIKE HELLO STAY OUT IF MY BUSINESS. I mean yeah, he has files or something about Black Swan bay but what idiot would keep files about the orphanag-...oh right, Herzog is that idiot. And than Caesar going straight into asking, thinking, MC would tell him just because he's the leader?! Nu-uh bish, we don't trust you or your little so called teammates bleh!

But let's say...we do, we tell everyone after that mission when they tried to spy and hear Herzog and Chisei's father conversation and than the whole ordeal of MC going straight into the building after finding out, for sure because we always need proof of evidence, it's Herzog and Bondarev. And then confrontation or something, Chisei joins, a fight breaks outttt and then Sakura just had to go and...💀. And then so did Chisei's father (mc: "bleh!!") after they call got out of the building and such. And once back at takamagahara, finding out Finger is alive and drinking and than putting Chime who somehow got injured in those... I assume VIP rooms and everyone is there to make things clear. Once everything has settled down, what if instead MC heading straight back to work or something, insteaaddd Johann ask why she did what she did? I mean after all she never told them anything about her past. And...she did, but being very detail about what happened exactly and what she had to witness 20 years ago...on Christmas night...

(I'm sorry if I'm rambling, I'm getting to the point, just...just bear with me a bit more T~T)

This lead to everyone in the team to pity her, heck even Chime does, why? Because he may have been betrayed by his older brother but he's still alive and in a way, can technical still see him...(okay, no, actually it doesn't matter as everyone goes through something terrible so let me explain, I just mean that MC lost everyone that she holds dear to her and is alone in this world now. Not counting the guys as she doesn't know them well, or at all.) But of course MC doesn't want their pity, she's didn't tell them for that and simply got up and left as there's nothing more to discuss.

(Okay now here comes the headcanons of princess treatment)

But as of late MC has started to notice something...strange

As a team:

-The have suddenly stop letting her go on those solo missions.

-Always telling her to rest or to enjoy her time at Takamagahara.

-While the team, despite Luminous complaints, went on those missions themselves.

-but if they do let her do something it would be simply tasks as in adding her insights for a plan or asking her what they should do specifically to not get caught or screw up.

Luminous:

-I wouldn't say he would go as far as treating her to the fullest like he did with Eri, only he did for her because he was...technically assigned to do so...

-But for MC he was willing to let them play any games on his phone, even if he did accidentally screw up and ruin his score/streak, he'll let it be for now as he had to understand that she didn't get to do something like this at Black Swan bay.

-Definitely would get her any food she likes, just like with Eri, that he would definitely keep the same as it turns out MC is also a foodie

-And he wanted her to try out food she never did before.

Finger:

-Somehow this cute nerd has controlled will all the cameras in Tokyo.

-So whenever or if MC didn't feel happy, he would show her anythin funny that was caught on camera.

-Or if there's something she didn't want to be seen, she would ask Finger to take it down. Usually he would request a valuable reasoning but this time, he didn't out of respect.

-Again, I wouldn't say he would go full blown princess treatment for MC like Luminous but he would at least respect her.

Caesar:

-As the leader, you would expect him to continue to send her on missions that would lead to him getting credit despite doing nothinggggg(sorry, sorry)

-But he was the first to actually give her princess treatment. (this can be seen as a possible bestie potential princess treatment or lovers, Incase anyone, like me,likes Caesar or likes Caesar AND Nono, princess treatment.)

-During work as there will be times when MC would serve the drinks, and arrives at Caesar table, he would compliment her saying she looks great in black(or any color you know looks best with your MC)

-Willing to buy her any treats she would occasionally eye whenever they pass by bakeries.

-Being a gentleman and holding doors for mc, even occasionally getting her jewelry that she would never dare to but herself (unless you do, then...ignore this)

-The same with clothes, shoes, etc he's like the one to spoil the most out of MC. Especially since he's rich, so he simply just can.

Johann:

-Johann...Johann... Johann.. I feel his way of giving princess treatment would be through emotional support.

-Be a shoulder to cry on if ever needed but also not being forceful.

-Despite him being the close off and only speaking when needing to spit out facts, truth or answering questions, he would praise and/or compliment MC but only when they're alone.

-He's not rich, but he can afford to get MC a treat here and there.

-Going full mode on being a gentleman for her and her only, as in opening doors for her alone and if anyone behind her, they will be hit in three face by the door.

-I feel Johann would definitely not let her doing any solo missions, even after this one is finished.

-Oh and, I don't know about you but I feel like Johann would at least massage mc hands or feet whenever she finished her work at Takamagahara.

[dezycocoa]

You’re creative, even I as a Greek wouldn’t create or connect smth like that. I really liked it, do u mind if I could also ask for other characters reactions whenever your free and available.

Thank you very much miss!

I'm really glad you liked it as I was nervous it didn't turn out good or do to my lack knowledge about Greek mythology it would just ruin the reaction. So again, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

And since I'm free now, I can do reaction from the Gen Siblings.

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Chisei:

-Fear and untrusting

-The very minute he has seen what she can do in battle and learnt about her heritage he instantly didn't trust her.

-He also fear her but, as any leader, didn't show it. He worries that the minute Nerina notice he's afraid of her that she would use it against him.

-I would say after the part where Nerina goes to the well of bones (it was the first time when MC went with Reneta/Zero but then after a little battle Chisei also showed up? That mission) that he didn't fear her as much as he did at first. But it doesn't mean he still doesn't trust her or let his guard down.

Chime:

- He also feared her as she seems way stronger than him (this can be up to debate if you want Nerina to be stronger than the siblings or not).

-As for Ruri-Kazama though, he's more intrigued than afraid. And Amazon who also weilds a bit of water power AND is Ares daughter? How could he not be.

-it's like an opportunity for him to fight someone challenging for once.

-Chime would try to get to know her though during their little moments together as to hopefully see/believe that she isn't what he fear her out to be.

Eri:

-She might just be the only one who didn't fear her. After spending a few days with Nerina whenever Luminous had to leave to get her warm milk at night, Eri has come to learned why her older brother, Chisei, didn't trust this girl.

-But she, herself, didn't fear Nerina as she wasn't only nice but played video games with her.

-How can anyone that play video games be consider dangerous?...Is what Eri thought and continues to think that.

-Plus Nerina has helped her whenever she was close to losing control.

-All in all, during the short time Eri was with luminous and Nerina, she has become close friends with Nerina. And probably the only one Nerina would have for the time being.

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Hopefully this is as good as the last one. Plus now that I done the gen siblings, I think they were a little difficult to write in how they'll react😅.

[dezycocoa]

As a Greek, I am a bit offended that 'Dragon Raja' doesn't include any Greek characters, since there are so many references and inspirations from Greek culture throughout the game.

I was thinking if it would be possible for you to explore the idea of the characters reacting (Johann’s my fav) or having headcanons about an Amazon-daughter of Ares Mc who is part of the whole Dragon Raja story. Ares is associated with dragons, so it would make sense for his daughter to be part of Dragon Raja since he has also created dragons who serve him. If you are able to, I would be interested in seeing how the characters react to a Amazon MC~

I'm gonna try my best as my knowledge for anything Greek isn't strong.

Feel free to correct me or add what you think I should have wrote.

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Ares daughter in Dragon raja reaction/headcanon

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Let's make an Amazon character and put some info about her.

So you know how the Amazons are all considered Ares daughters or descendants, I would like to believe that in dragon raja that each or just one has a power that represents the dragons he has made.

For example the Ismenian dragon is a water dragon, right?(pls correct me if I'm wrong) Well what if his daughter in the dragon raja world can weild water powers? And before you say anything, yes I know the Amazon of warriors are strong females due to their skills in combat, archery and riding (not like that peeps, head out of the gutters >.>). That and, if I'm not mistaken, the Ismenian dragon doesn't actually poses water powers it's just considered an water dragon???...(Again feel free to correct me) But let's add a little power shall we.

Let's pick a name for our Amazon MC...Nerina. which means, if I'm not mistaken, from the sea.

Now back to what I was saying, due to dragon raja characters having a certain element as in power, like Caesar is with air or Johann with fire. So, why not have our MC have water.

My idea is that she would only use her powers when against a really strong foe or as the final blow (because they're technically killing dragons- you know what I mean if you seen, read or play dragon raja). Nerina would always come up with a battle plan way before they get into said battle or fight. She would even talk to Caesar, Johann or Chisie about their plan, going over it and fix anything she thought would be flaw or useless, as she doesn't want no errors or mistakes made especially during battle as anyone could get seriously hurt.

Her weapon would definitely be an bow and arrows, as that's what the Amazon warriors are excellent in using. Her attack would be like an summoning of the water dragon called Ismenian. The very minute that an enemy is occupied by fighting her teammates, and knowing that this the best option to defeat said enemy, she would get into position with her bow and mutters under her breath "Thine dragon spirit, Ismenian, bestow upon me thy power of water."

Once she finished speaking and fired the arrow at the enemy, following the arrow is a trail of water that shaped into the Ismenian dragon. The attack will only finished the blow or cause damage if it's against any fire type dragons. Otherwise it's not so affective against other dragons.

Speaking of which, her bow is the color of sea blue with white design that is supposed to represent the Ismenian dragon.

That's all the info I came up with about our Amazon MC, Nerina.

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Now for the characters reaction, I'll do the main three

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Johann:

- I would like to believe he knows a bit or enough about the Greek mythology and about Ares who has created dragons since that's what they learn about at the college, dragons and all.

-So the minute he met Nerina and well, figure out her name is Greek, he decided to see if she's also Greek herself and what her family heritage are.

-With not only confirmation that she is Greek but an Amazon, due to observing her fighting skills, but that she herself is actually Ares daughter too?..Left quite an impression on him with a hint of worry/fear.

-If her father could create dragons, does that mean Nerina can too?

-He doesn't think she can and if she can then that she wouldn't use them for evil but no one, not even him, can be so sure and have to keep their guards up.

-That doesn't mean he wouldn't still learn more about her as she does after all interest him due to her being the Greek god daughter and part of the Amazons.

Caesar:

-This Italian man wouldn't even figured out you're actually Greek. You're name could literally give it away but he doesn't figured it out. Why? Because for all we know he probably believes that her parents are just simply fans of Greek mythology and thought about naming their daughter a Greek name, Nerina.

-Due to him not exactly able to witness her fighting ability during training or her combat knowledge, he doesn't witness her full strength until during their first mission together during the SS rank mission.

-Especially since it's underwater her powers were maxed up. Of course as she hasn't exactly experienced fighting these types of dragons as its usual some type of man or other creatures. Nerina isn't exactly strong enough to defeat the dragon unless she her powers.

-So when Caesar, who has been injured, watched Nerina utter the Greek dragon name Ismenian was when he finally got the idea she's not an person nor a dragon hybrid but rather she's an Amazon with water powers.

-To say he was surprised and bewildered would be an understatement, literally.

-After that day, he went straight to the one person he knows that knew about Greek mythology and possibly has some answers about Nerina...that person being Johann.

-Now does he trust Nerina after learning what he needed to know?...So so, he believes that she's an worthy ally but, just like Johann, he's worry that she might also be able to create dragons and if possible, use to harm innocent lives.

Luminous:

-Clueless...At first.

-I like to believe that Johann, who has come to known Luminous, gives luminous a book and lessons about the Greek mythology and the Amazon after he himself has learnt about Nerina.

-So, unlike Caesar, Luminous figured it out a few days before the SS rank mission.

-Only because he went straight up to Nerina and...ask. Yup. That's it, he simply asked her about herself and all of that.

-He was at first a bit scared of her, comfortable as she was nice and kind to answer his questions but still afraid.

-Same reason as the other two, he doesn't want to learn or experience her summoning dragons to do any harm.

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I like the idea that the three main boys would afraid of Amazon MC because if her father, Ares, can create dragons than there's a possibility that she can too, you know. (Not saying she can, because she can't).

Because like you know if one of your parents hve powers than it would be passed on to their child/children, right? So that's what they assume with Nerina. That she too possessed the ability to summon or make dragons.

Only she can't BUT the reason I made her have water powers along with to activate her power is to summon Ismenian is because I would like to believe she and the Ismenian dragon has spent time together as she grew before the dragon himself was slain or whatever has happened to the dragon.

That's why she wasn't only being named after water but her powers are water, in a way to represent that she is still close to her serpent companions even through death...if that makes sense. Oh but she never use her powers, as I mention before, unless really necessary as she would use her strength and archery skills that she learnt with other Amazon females through out her life.

So, um...I hope this is good. I've done some research about the Amazon and Ares and what type of dragons he has created. But you know that doesn't mean that I could have mistaken or misunderstood about something I've red, so please feel free to correct me or inform me on something I've missed or should have included.

I've tried to think how the boys would have reacted about Amazon MC. So if any come across ooc, than I'm sorry (´･_･`) 

[dezycocoa]

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[dezycocoa]

Get out of here, birthday boy!

[dezycocoa]

Omg omg omg omg omg

I love you

I love you I love you I LOVEE YOUU

I knew this amazing blog would also do dragon raja apparently everybody has been ignoring the game (I don’t blame them since the role-playing sucks) I’ve been wanting to talk to you about dragon raja and live and deepspace ofc why not?? As a new follower!!

Hope you don’t mind me asking for more headcanons since your writing is amazing and that is connected to the mc in the future👉🏻👈🏻

Your number one fan is out!⭐️❤️

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I was not- NOT EXPECTING TO SEE THIS!!!😆❤️‍🔥

Such kind words!! ❤️‍🔥

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First I would like to say that I'm glad you enjoy my writing. I was very nervous it didn't come out as good (or made sense, lol).

Second, you can ask for as much headcanons as you like and I shall do my best!!!

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Again I'm glad you like my writing and thank you for such sweet words😆❤️‍🔥

[dezycocoa]

Hi! Do you do headcanons for Dragon Raja?

Honestly I haven't done one yet and it's been awhile, like AWHILEEEEEE since I've re-read dragon raja but I can try...hopefully it's good.

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Dragon Raja Headcanons:

* You know how Chisei Gen dreams of selling sunscreen by the sea? Well I like to imagine Eri and Chime (even if they're not on good terms) would be his first customers to buy one.

*Eri will play video games with everyone and anyone just to see if they're worthy of becoming her friend(s).

*Chime would be the type to sing, just about anywhere. Just imagine him walking/skipping by Chisei and Eri or the gang, casually singing.

*Sakura would definitely be those who say they're wearing makeup because they want too just for the real reason is to impress or get Chisei attention even more.

*Caesar would definitely be at every corner just waiting to "bump" into Johann-chu just to train/challenge each other. You know since Johann-chu as apparently proven many times to be an worthy opponent and such.

*Johann-chu of course would spot Caesar, due to his long ass(or short if you go by the game) blonde hair or his annoyingly (cute) face whenever he peaks out,and simply turn around and walk in the opposite direction.

*Lulu- I mean Luminous, just prefer to be alone, hides in the janitor closet to be exact,and away from the chaos, that can be both fun and dangerous,of the group of friends he find himself to make.

*Finger is as always and well known trying ask people for money just to eat more delicious food. Even dragging Luminous with him after finding him sitting alone in the janitor closet.

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There ya go, I tried my best 😅 hope it's decent enough as I tried my best :3