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Open Post 2018

For psl/shipping/smut/au or whatever else you may have. Pick from any age group (default being adult, middle school and high school ages being options.) You want vampires, fantasy, master/servant settings? Borrow from another canon? Just go for it!

Give a heads up if you don't want it to go past a certain rating. Otherwise, have at!

For pre-set scenarios:
A. Fallen Skies
B. Highest Bidder

Or borrow from Bakerstreet:
1. Hanahaki (May or may not be harmless)
2. Rain
3. Pet Person AU
4. Stray
5. Took You In
6. Always Came Back
7. Romance Prompts
8. A/B/O
9. The Hottest Springs
10. Jailbait
11. Sex Pollen

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[Hak being an omega was not really going to be an issue. Certainly, enough people in the Wind Tribe were omegas that it shouldn't be an issue. There was just a small enough part of Hak that felt it was going to be an issue for anything he wanted to do. He didn't feel prepared to be the general of the Wind Tribe just for that reason.

And a few others. But the main one being... well, this.

Then a night, off his suppressants, he went into a heat. And a vagabond alpha came through, and he lost himself to that one night. Which just made him feel a shame he didn't want to leave in the wind tribe. Even with Mundok telling him it wouldn't be an issue, his honor and pride wouldn't let him stay.

So he left in the middle of the night one night. And headed towards whatever other place he could go. Where no one would know who the thunderbeast was.

This lead him to one of the port towns in the Water Tribe. And by this point, even in his robe, there was a gentle swell. Which only made Hak's fear worse. As if he looked like an easy enough target, he had a few pickpocketers come after him.

But in the midst of town, and even with a baby (at least one) in his belly, he was able to fend them off. Knocking them away with his polearm, and forcing him to defend himself.

Gripping onto the polearm afterwards, he tried to breathe softly. He probably looked like a mess, in the middle of town, but at least he kept the little bit of money he had.]

[When Motochika himself heard of something that could give him a potential "wife", he was intrigued. Something that would make someone be subservant, needy, and crave to carry a child. So, he gathered a set of gold (not enough to starve his men), and went to buy one to bring on his ship.

This required kidnapping, sedating, and brainwashing someone. And Motochika wanted someone blonde, handsome, and strong. There was a fighter who had ended up causing problems, and so he was taken and changed mentally. Instead of any fighting, he wanted sex, babies, and to be a good, well behaved wife.

Today, he was being presented to his new husband. Shizuo Chosokabe was his name now, and he stepped in front of him. Motochika looked him over.]

Good morning, darling wife.

Chinatsu was fidgeting in her seat the entire time in class. She had debated handing it over in the morning, but the opportunity passed. Then she considered break, but she ended up avoiding him. Her finger tapped against her desk, her foot tapping beneath it. It was almost the end of the day. She had to at least give it before they left. Yeah, that'd work. Ask him nicely if they can walk home together, maybe hold his hand, then find the right time to hand it to him. This would work.

Once they were dismissed, she immediately got up and stalked over to him, practically slamming her hand onto his desk.

"Let's go."

Nailed it.

She had seen the same boy every time she had gotten on the train. They didn't get on at the same stop, but they always got off on the same one. It was obvious enough by his uniform that they go to the same school. So it wouldn't be weird to make this offer, would it?

"Um..We can walk together, if you're okay with it," she says as she quickens her pace to catch up to him, holding her umbrella over them both.

[If Izaya remembered his life before hand, he didn't show it. Something happened, and his life before now was just a flicker. It laid there, but he didn't remember. Instead, his mind was filled with the idea of being a good 'wife'. Getting pregnant, taking care of his husband, who would be busy all day.

Shizuo.

The name bothered him, but he couldn't remember it. Nor could he remember anything else. He just remembered that he needed to be a good wife to his important man.

This morning, he was awake first. A phone in one hand, and breakfast getting ready on the stove. He hummed. His clothing was just an apron with his lower body on display for his husband. Including his pussy just waiting to get slammed.

He hummed, standing there and flipping through his phone, waiting for the big man to wake up.]

[Brainwashing wasn't an uncommon thing even in high school apparently. Just a bit of this, and a bit of that, and suddenly... boom. You could make two people who hated one another be madly in love high school sweethearts. Which is what happened to Shizuo and Izaya. A few other helpful things? Shizuo stopped fighting. He wanted to be on one of the sports teams. Izaya was his cute boyfriend who was far more curvy than any boy should be, and focused his time on the newspaper club.

Before school started, Izaya waiting for Shizuo at the front. In a cute school girl outfit (thanks to some additional brainwashing that would make most people think Izaya was of the fairer sex), he looked towards the blonde who would be coming to school early. Standing there and waiting ever so patiently.

After all, if they were here early... they could have some fun.]

[Shizuo went missing. For about a week. And Tom hadn't heard from him since. Maybe he was sick? Busy? Hard to say with him. Shizuo never disappeared that long.

There were rumors floating around about a brainwashing service. Able to make someone your perfect wife. Not that he believed it. Not for a second.

But he wondered.

There was a knock at his door one night, late into the evening, when he went to go answer it. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, in just a pair of boxers. When he opened the door, he blinked.]

...Shizuo?

[ It had been over half a year, getting closer to a full one, since Sinbad had let Shizuo go. Not having relinquished the controls, as there were perks, but given the blond enough freedom to learn and get comfortable with the world he was now a part of. A world where his strength and instincts weren't so unusual, but were more expected from people with red hair and eyes, from what he's learned.

When finally returning to Sindria, the clothes he had 'borrowed' from Sinbad were replaced by some garments that looked to be from the Kina Kingdom, though left open and more casual, and without the mask they all wore. He also gained a tan and a sword that was kept sheathed on his back.

Except when he got back and asked where people were, he'd been told that Sinbad had went out to enjoy the day. Most likely drinking... Which meant walking around and finding the guy.

At least he was used to walking. Even with the large bag (though it held far more than it looked,) he still chose to primarily walk everywhere. ]

[The small blonde that had been brought to the palace had a number of things wrong with him. Although maybe wrong was not the way to say it. There were certainly issues with taking in a young omega like this, especially if it was against his will. Which it seemed to be, based on the fact that guards were beaten up, and he was tied up.

And in Kouen's quarters for punishment. He didn't like punishing people, unless it was necessary, and this didn't seem necessary. It was just an omega who needed to be helped out and taken in. But he had been roughly handled, which clearly wasn't doing anything good for anyone here.

So, as he entered his quarters and looked at the boy, all bruised and harmed, he moved to touch him lightly on the chin to get a better look at him. He was tied up in a way that he couldn't easily get free, but that would end up coming with other issues in the end.]

Must you fight now?

[In modern times, in a different world, vampires and other supernatural things were not uncommon. Neither was the idea of people being sorted into castes of an alpha, a beta, and an omega. In fact, it was incredibly common to see a werewolf walking around with a cute little omega boytoy on his arm, or an alpha male with a cute little omega elf.

Or, in this case, an alpha vampire with a man who... didn't look at all like he smelled. Definitely different. Was it an alpha disguised as an omega or really just an omega? They weren't mated yet, for whatever reason, but they weren't exactly normal.

Renji grumbled, lighting up a cigarette that he bummed from Shizuo, and looked around where they were walking.]

Why the hell is it so quiet? [Shaking his head.] There's nothing going on tonight?

[ Nothing.

Nothing smelled good tonight. Not even a little bit appetizing. This was probably the third bar tonight, but like the day before, and the day before that, none of her meals have been satisfying. Sure, it was mostly to survive, but Alex wanted to at least enjoy her meals.

Maybe she's just been at it for too long? She was changed a while back, sure, though it wasn't that long. It was a little more thrilling then, that power, being able to get back at all those men who did her wrong. But now, it was like needing a glass of water. Nothing enticing about it.

Even when her food was practically throwing itself at her, Alex felt nothing. In fact, she was pretty much zoning out as this one guy tried to chat her up by the bar, only giving her attention when she felt his hand on her thigh, her eyes glancing down at it. ]

Sorry, but I'd like to enjoy my drink alone.

[ Because even beer smelled better than this wretch. ]

Aw come on, you were the one looking at me. [ Actually she was staring at the wall, but then you blocked her view. Maybe she should just take him to the back and drain him...But effort. ]

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some sort of fucky abo thing roll with it

motochika isn't always nice...