If you could be something that had a mating season or mating rituals (omegaverse/half or full alien/etc), which side of it would be better to be on? The petitioner or the judger?
Like if you’re the petitioner, it could come with cool stuff like maybe you’re visually striking, or maybe you’re good at building stuff, or just whatever would help you get a mate
But if you’re trying to hide that, it would be so difficult, like even if you have nothing visually different, if you get a crush? everyone’s gonna know
Meanwhile, if you’re the judger, it would probably be way easier to hide it, and it would probably be really flattering to have people bid for your affection, but could you turn off the judgement?
A friend dyes their hair and shows you and you either go “I accept you” or “you’ll never have a chance with me”, it just slips out. mortifying.
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Mahfaeraak (Alduin x Dragonborn)
Part 1
Aurelia stepped into the dark, endless plainlands of Sovngarde alone.
Seventeen years old, with everything to give and nothing to lose, a sword in her hands and her heart in her throat. Fear wasn’t something she felt often, and she worried the World Eater would smell it on her.
The Blades had a growing army and still they sent her alone, with nothing more than the naive hopes that an unconfirmed prophecy would prove true against all the odds. Aurelia held that stupid, insignificant little prophecy in her, begging it to be true.
The souls of previous Dragonborns came to her aid but Alduin targeted her, as if the others were nothing more than fruits and bread rolls while Aurelia was a juicy, tender steak. The one thing that would quench his hunger.
She tried with great effort to block out the memories of Sovngarde — to push those terrible events to the back of her mind, locking them away so they might never be remembered again — but she still vividly recalled how easily Alduin swept through the Dragonborns. How effortlessly he isolated her. How close his teeth were to her throat. He’d laughed in her face, mocking her in his dragon tongue.
But his arrogance had been his downfall.
The final blow hadn’t been noble or brave, not the kind that was painted in chapels or mimicked in statues. There was no piercing arrow or swinging sword as Aurelia held her head up high — no. With the slip of her hand, her dagger was plunged into the World Eater’s heart and, with a roar of pain, he exploded into nothingness.
Aurelia returned home a hero, Alduin’s destroyer at seventeen years old. And yet, she still was nothing but a pawn to be shoved around and used as those around her pleased. Perhaps she killed Alduin, but snakes still slithered, wanting nothing more than to suck the life out of her.
Just how many people had promised you love and family and home only to stab a knife into your back?
The emperor.
Astrid.
Mercer.
Delphine.
‘Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me’... But three times? Was that just pure stupidity on Aurelia’s part?
That was why she traveled alone, that was why she rode her life out in solitude. That was why she didn’t stick her neck out for people, especially not extremely attractive dark haired, naked men.
Aurelia was on her trek back to Whiterun, needing an actual bed rather than a pack on the hard ground of a cave. It had been months since she let her guard down in a place where she knew she was safe, and her body was finally growing weary from the minimal sleep and meals, demanding she let herself rest.
That was when her path was blocked by a pack of bandits, demanding this insanely tall and stark naked man give them a hundred septims. And they called her delusional.
“Pay the toll, or its Sovngarde for you, pretty boy,” one of the bandits said, a scantily clad Nord woman. How they survived the cold in such attire was beyond you.
The man said nothing, perhaps he was a mute.
“Gods, this is inconvenient,” Aurelia mumbled, loud enough to be heard.
The male bandit's lazy gaze snapped to her, posture straightening as she approached. He had an ugly sneer on his face but his eyes roamed down her body like a slug and she was happy for her armour. Perhaps the ebony was not quite as intimidating as her Daedric armour, but it did a well enough job to protect her from pointy blades and lingering eyes.
“What did you say, bitch?”
Auerlia sighed tiredly; she just wanted to sleep.
One of the bandits started spouting off some nonsense about gutting her like a fish, but she’d already reached into her boot, pulling out one of her daggers and effortlessly throwing it into his throat. The woman beside him screeched in shock, like a choking bird.
“Can I go through now?”
“You won’t leave here alive!” The woman yelled, raising her steel sword high above her head. If Aurelia was honest, the bandit didn’t even look like she could properly wield a two-handed.
She groaned in the back of her throat as the bandit charged towards her, yellow teeth sneering. With a practice ease, Aurelia had an armoured hand gripped around the point of the sword, stopping the bandit in her tracks. In the blink of an eye, she gave one strong tug, ripping the blade from the woman’s hands and causing her to plummet to the ground.
With the same blade, the bandit’s head was ripped from her neck, tumbling to the ground.
She threw the bloodied sword to the ground, moving forward only when she was convinced there were no other bandits lingering. Odd, how this man was built like an ancient oak tree and yet wasn’t capable of taking care of two bandits.
“For the future, I’d recommend clothing yourself,” she said, a touch of humour in her voice.
Aurelia received no response, he just stared with his blood red eyes. Curious — he couldn’t be a vampire like Serana, not if he was in the sun with no protection. Now that she looked at him properly, well, she could see just how out of place he was. Porcelain white skin, long black hair, insane height, and, of course, eyes as red as blood.
Over the years, Auerlia liked to think she’d gotten quite good at reading people — their intentions, their auras. This man somehow made every alarm bell ring with a relentless force, warning her that he was nothing but danger.
Aurelia did not like anything about this man, nor the energy that radiated off of him. Without another word, she began to walk away.
His large hand gripped around her wrist like a vice, tight enough to make her want to whine in pain. She whipped her head around, alarmed as she saw his glowing red eyes.
One word circled inside her brain and, as much as she wanted to deny it, something inside of her told her it was true.
“Alduin.”
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Catch Me, Brother
Summary: The Elders force Lan Xichen into a Mating Run, but he doesn't have the slightest intention of getting caught, even if it means breaking the rules and suffering through a life-threatening heat all by himself.
He doesn't know it yet, but he is not alone. Lan Wangji has promised to always be by his side and makes sure no one mates him against his will.
Maybe Lan Xichen wants someone to catch him after all.
Words: 4189
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén/Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī
Tags: Sibling Incest, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Run, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Angst, Alpha Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Omega Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Top Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Bottom Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Breeding, mpreg mentions, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Alpha/Omega, Love Confessions, Knotting, Multiple Orgasms, Non-Graphic Violence, Mild Blood, Mild Hurt/Comfort, A lot softer than it sounds, noncon mentions, but nothing bad happens, Happy Ending, Protective Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Giant Fuck You to the Elders, Lan Xichen has had enough, Choking, First Time, Kissing, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm, Getting Together, Forbidden Love
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