Helllooooo everyone! Queen and I have decided to host a (prompt) week, and of course our first one would be this giggles giggles so!!!! We'll split it into two prompt lists, one nsfw/nsfw adjacent, and one purely fluff so everyone can participate in it! <3
Rules? I guess? At least one prompt has to be used per day!!!! You can do all of them obvs, free will or smth, but just one pretty please!!!! You can do a different ship each day or the same one, we dont care!!! We really only want y'all to have fun with this!!!
And!!!! And!!! Next month will be an even longer (and even better!!!) <333 31 days of protag shipping will be next month swearsies <3
Prompt Lists!!!! July 5th to July 11th!!!
NSFW
Day 1: Omegaverse, Fuck or Die, Soulmates
Day 2: Hypnotism, Vampires, Collars
Day 3: (Con) Forced Submission, CNC, Royal Au
Day 4: Dom/Sub Universe, Gender Swap (Both swapped), Sex Pollen
Day 5: Buck/Stag (similar to omegaverse and d/s), Deity Au, Wireplay
Day 6: Guideverse, Fantasy Au, Enemies/Rivals to Lovers
Day 7: Apoc Au, Cannibalism, First Love Confessions
FLUFF
Day 1: Cuddling, Actor Au
Day 2: Aftercare, Enemies/Rivals to Lovers
Day 3: Apoc Au, Reunion
Day 4: Pet/Age Regression, Superhero au
Day 5: Sick Fic, College Au
Day 6: Meet Cute, Modern Au
Day 7: Camping Trip, Childhood Friends (uu quartet)
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The omega Wemmbu was interested in wasn’t an omega at all…
Of all the strange things Eggchan had lived through, Wemmbu asking to see something in his book was definitely the craziest.
“Go back.” Wemmbu dragged his chair closer to Egg’s, peering over his shoulder. “Did that say—Parrot’s a what?”
Egg had flipped through a handful of—what he’d consider—much more interesting chapters while finding the coordinates they needed, yet this page caught his eye? Wemmbu’s priorities needed serious reevaluation. “Beta,” Egg tapped his finger under Parrot’s name. The page categorized players into their secondary genders for quick reference. “So, we leaving?”
Whether Parrot was a beta or not shouldn’t matter, it didn’t matter, but the statement felt too ridiculous for Wemmbu not to debate. Wemmbu knew with utmost certainty that Parrot was an omega. Definitely. Wemmbu pulled away, an amused look on his face. “Think that’s wrong, dude. Better not publish that.” He moved his chair back, “But yeah, let’s go.”
The confidence that backed that statement concerned Egg. “No, it’s definitely correct,” Egg said, reaching for his desk light. He hesitated, the urge to ask bubbling up before he could continue. “You don’t… You don’t actually think he’s like, an omega or something, right bro?” It was extremely obvious—an irrefutable fact—that Parrot was an average person, just like Egg was. To anyone except Wemmbu, he began to gauge.
“I mean, yeah,” Wemmbu admitted, scratching his head. “C’mon, what beta looks like that? I swear every time I see Parrot, he’s thrown on the floor in the middle of nowhere with zero armor on.”
“Bro, so am I, hello? That doesn’t mean anything, he’s probably just broke,” Egg defended him, or maybe himself.
“Nah, he likes it. You get kidnapped ‘cause you don’t have a choice, but Parrot’s always in messes that he puts himself into.” Wemmbu assumed, though it wasn’t like he knew what Parrot was up to half the time. “He can’t help it, yeah? Like an omega, that’s why he’s always running around and looking at people weird.”
“He looks normal to me,” Egg closed his book, prepared for another rebuttal.
“No, okay, were you there when Parrot first came to our Empire and he was all ‘I didn’t know where else to go’?” Wemmbu mocked Parrot’s voice. “It’s like that. Like the way he does stuff and talks… to me.”
Wemmbu wasn’t dropping the topic, despite how annoyed he’d been at Egg taking too long to finish writing. Something about it was important, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Egg sensed an opportunity to pick his brain. If Wemmbu was trying to talk, then they’d talk. Egg averted his gaze, pretending to busy himself, “I think you’re seeing what you want to see.”
“I know what I see with my own eyes, Egg. I know how it feels being around him. When he pleads and asks for protection and smells really really good doing it. I mean, it’s a faint thing, but it’s nice and…” Wemmbu stammered. “I… Look, just trust me. Parrot has to be an omega, it only makes sense. He’s one because… well, because I’m—”
“An alpha?” Egg gave Wemmbu a knowing look. He hoped Wemmbu took the hint; there was no actual proof, it was all feelings.
“Yeah.” Wemmbu’s mouth felt dry, and he mumbled his next words, “Am I crazy?”
Egg laughed sheepishly, unsure how to proceed.
Wemmbu stood from his seat, cringing himself out. He didn’t need Egg to say it, a part of him knew. Parrot was a clueless beta who didn’t mean a single thing in the way Wemmbu wished he meant it. There was no underlying submission or attraction or anything, it was nonsense, they were never compatible. He gripped the chair’s backrest, wilting over it in embarrassment.
“Don’t beat yourself up too much.”
Wemmbu recognized that tone, it was irritating. “Don’t pity me.”
Egg figured he’d say something like that. It was far more likely that in the past, Wemmbu could have believed in the idea of a beta and alpha pair working—Zam was a beta, after all—but this time, Egg was sure Wemmbu made up his mind. It was too unconventional, and Wemmbu was prone to walking into the same hellhole instead of pursuing the road that may just pay off. He’d tried the road, it didn’t work. Even if Wemmbu brushed it off, Egg noticed his vigor faltering more each time he made the choice to ruin his own life before anyone else could do it for him. Egg opted to lighten the mood and comfort him instead of argue, there was hardly a use now. “Maybe he uses perfume potions and that’s why you didn’t notice he has no scent.”
“Don’t be stupid, ‘perfume’ pots?” Wemmbu scoffed, “That is a hundred percent fake. Let’s go, bro.”
“I don’t know!” Egg finally turned the light on his desk out, hurrying to follow Wemmbu, who was now fleeing the conversation. “Look, who cares if he’s a beta or not? Maybe he does like you! Just ask him.”
“Are you crazy?” Wemmbu shouted from higher up the base’s staircase,” I don’t want Parrot. I can do a lot better than that, trust me.”
“Realistically, you probably can,” Egg teased, “but the heart wants what it wants. You were already fantasizing about making him your mate before you found out.”
Wemmbu laughed, the conversation comically hurtful. “Oh my god, I was not!” His eyes readjusted to the sunlight of the outside world. Wemmbu looked into the distance, exaggerating his moment of blindness to purposely point in the wrong direction. He joked, “So, Northern Council?”
“What—Hello!?” Egg burst out laughing at the implication.
“Kidding.”
“Whatever, dude.” Egg played along, a part of him relieved. Egg saw past his friend’s apathetic exterior, and seeing that he was able to joke about his little crush was refreshing. Egg didn’t want it to go unnoticed, but Wemmbu never took kindly to unwarranted advice. It was a small step, but Egg felt a bit of pride knowing Wemmbu was comfortable telling him about his troubles like this. Not for a while, but someday, he hoped Wemmbu would try the other road again.
Theo slowly stood from where he had been pushed back, slowly reclaiming his breath and sight.
The windcharge blow had knocked him away from where he had stood, and now he was looking at the spot of blood where his recent friend had stood.
Theo forced himself to drag his eyes up, throat closing at the sight of his old mentor. His wings, now stained with a bit of blood, flared out behind him- anything to make himself look larger than he is.
Billy simply chuckled, glaring out his own, dark black wings in a mocking manner. Billy had always hunted and mocked his prey, and Theo now knew he was standing on the opposite side of where he had used to.
He, as shaky as his legs felt, stood taller, narrowing his dark red eyes to meet the sparkling yellow of Billy's.
Once, long ago, Theo would've called the man before him his friend. His mentor. His… lover.
But the man before him was no longer any of those things. He had a tattered scarf, yellow and pulled over his mouth and nose. He still wore that damned leather jacket, but now instead of hanging off his form it stretches across his muscular form. It chilled Theo that it had been that long that Billy had almost grown out of it. Billy took a step closer, but Theo stood his ground.
Theo would not run just because he could see the reflection of himself off
the mace, or the man he used to be in Billy's eyes.
Billy seemed to notice his shift, and Theo could swear his eyes glimmered with satisfaction. Theo wasn't surprised, instead getting prepared for the fight he expected. He rolled his shoulders, dragging his crossbow out of his inventory. He unhooked his flint and steel from his belt, flicking his wrist. He already had TNT minecarts organized in his hot bar.
Billy only let out a chilling laugh. Theo wanted to puke over the times he had smiles against those lips as they let out the same laugh.
No, that wasn't right.
This laugh was cold, calculated. It felt suffocating, like it wanted to take everything from him and leave him bare and breathless. The laugh he remembered was full of life, something he hid from everyone else.
The shoebill easily swung his mace onto his back, dropping down from his elevated position on the roof. Theo found it unsettling, the way the sun haloed Billy's slicked back hair, the strands as dark as his feathers.
Theo now took a step back, watching as Billy strode forward. He found himself against a wall, and now he felt caged once more.
Theo went to move away, to scramble from the avian in front of him, but he got stopped- pinned against the wooden wall behind him, the stone overhang brushing against his head.
The cockatiel hissed as his head hit the wood, wings pinned behind him. He felt the rough texture digging into his back, but rather than grounding him it only made him more panicked. The stone pushed against his scalp, scraping it roughly.
The worst of it was the way Billy had his forearm pinned against Theo's throat, pinning him between the rough texture and a monster. Theo felt bile rise in his throat, but he swallowed it. He was taught never to show fear- it was a good lesson, even if it was taught by the man in front of him.
Theo wished he was with Parrot, protecting him, rather than having a reunion with the person he hated most in the world.
