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I am
So
Fuckin
Dum
I have EIGHT books. EIGHT. Drafted. Three on this account, two on my other account, and THREE IN MY JOURNALS! I NEED TO FINISH THEM ALL! I'm almost done with the one I literally started last week, it's at chapter 12, all in 3rd P.O.V. And it's not based on anime for once. :O It's my own personal ship and it shows who is who and what their asthetic is-
ANYWAYS cat reveal UwU
    TW: Cussing, yelling, physical and mental abuse, fluff, angst, and sexual abuse
Fantasy AU
Omegaverse AU
Yeet AU *Where people randomly get yeeted by god aka me*
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3rd P.O.V.
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   "Hurry up, Chief," Kaminari yells, dragging the king of Dragons towards an abandoned building. "I swear I heard and smelt omegas!"
    "If you're wrong, I'm putting you in the dungeon for an hour," The alpha grumbled, rather annoyed he was being bothered by the young beta. That's when he froze, smelling the most amazing smell he has ever had the honor of sniffing. He started to notice they were distress pheromones and growled softly, storming towards the building. He kicked open the doors and noticed that omega's were chained up with food just barely outside their reach that the poor ones were trying to reach. Some had already died, some unconscious, and some whining for help. 
   "What the hell is going on," Eijiro roars, turning to Kaminari. "WHO THE HELL DID THIS!"
    "It must've been the omegean traders again, sir," Kaminari says, bowing. "I'll help escort the omega's to safety. Your pheromones will probably scare them away."
    Eijiro nods and lets Kaminari take the Omega's back to their camp. He suddenly stops the beta once he smells the same amazing smell he was smelling. It was a small greenette, who was shaking violently and whining softly with tears rolling down his cheeks.
   "Sir, he's completely ter-"
    "I don't care, give him to me," Eijiro growls, crossing his arms. The beta nods and puts the omega next to the dragon king. He kneels to his level and looks over the beaten omega. He had a collar on with scratches and bruises all along his body. Eijiro sniffed his scent to confirm it and nodded in approval. He stood up and towered over the omega, who started shaking even more as he looked up. Eijiro picked him up and took off his cape, wrapping it around the poor boy, who sniffs the scent and started to relax as the cape warmed him. Eijiro takes him to his cave and sets him on his bed, making sure to keep him calm. Eijiro quickly goes and grabs a clothe before dipping it in some warm water from a steam bath that was run by volcanic magma that ran under his tribe. He took it back and started cleaning the omega, carefully wiping down his body. 
    He whines softly and tries to move away.
   "Stay still, Omega," Eijiro croons, running his fingers through the greenette's hair. The poor boy nodded and let the Alpha clean and bandage him. Once Eijiro was done, he put a shirt onto the tiny male and put a pair of boxers under the shirt, making sure he was comfortable. "Are you hungry? Would you like anything to eat?"
    He shakes his head, keeping his distance. 
    "Are you sure? You seem hungry," The Dragon says, standing up. He shook his head once more and the alpha nods before getting up and going to the corner, keeping and eye on the tiny Omega. The boy looked around before curling up on the bed and pulling the cape over his body. He starts to fall asleep and the Alpha croons in delight that the omega was satisfied with his scent. He quickly runs out of the cave to go gather a few courting items for the tiny boy. Eijiro was obviously attracted to him, his scent was the first that he could actually stand from an Omega. He picked a few water lilies and some Tulips. He gathered a few daisies and wrapped them around the stems before making them a bouquet. He takes it back and puts it next to the omega before going to a fire pit and starting a fire. He puts a pot over it and starts cooking some string stew. It was made with delicate purple flowers that were for healing purposes. He added pork, potatoes, chicken breast, water, spices, and some other foods he found lying around. While the stew was gently cooking, he eagerly went and grabbed some fresh oranges that were growing around the camp before going and getting a clean rock by the river. He runs back and cuts the oranges in half with the rock before squeezing the orange juice into a cup.