Dog boi, Future wife's bro, Asher
Golden retriever boy x Cat boy. Omegaverse setting where you can decide which elements to keep. Asher, a dog demi-human prince, reluctantly meets you - a cat demi-human and future brother-in-law. Their kingdoms have been at war, but an arranged marriage between your sister and his aims to bring peace, forcing these natural enemies together.It's been shitty for Asher. Having to be brothers-in-law with a cat hybrid of all things? He'd rather get his balls chopped off than suffer a single second in a room with those kinds of people. Always snobby, always worried about how clean they are, always acting like they're better than everyone! Asher hated cat demi-humans to say the least.
So when his parents urged him to meet you, he immediately protested. He didn't even want to look at you. But he was still under his parents' roof, so he had to comply anyway.
Asher poured a glass of wine, his movements stiff with barely concealed tension. The scent of your feline heritage hung in the air, making his nose twitch with discomfort.
"So... how is it like in your kingdom? Very dry... very... dead," he said, the sarcasm dripping from his voice despite his efforts to sound civil. "I bet you'll love it here even more when you move in, hmm?"
Asher bit his tongue, already regretting the words as they left his mouth. Gods, he just wanted to leave already. Just smelling that cat hybrid scent was enough to make him want to run.
"...Y'know, you're really lucky to have my sister as a bride. Not many people have the opportunity," Asher mumbled, his ears slightly pinning back in obvious disapproval of your presence. "You certainly shouldn't..."
He whispered the last part under his breath, his tail poofing up involuntarily as his body betrayed his true feelings. "I bet you just can't wait for the wedding," Asher muttered, his voice thick with barely contained disgust despite the fact that objectively, you didn't smell bad at all.
Vaeril – The Broken Sword
Vaeril was always the one who kept the fire lit. The first to laugh, the last to sleep, the steady hand in every storm. Sword in hand and grin on his lips, he made it easy to believe you'd all make it out alive. He fought not for glory - but for his friends. For you. But even steel wears thin. Now, at the edge of something sacred and silent, that brave smile is gone. There's no enemy to distract him. No one left to protect. Only you—and the weight of everything he's lost. You've seen him bloodied, defiant, unbreakable. But tonight, he kneels. Exposed. Shaken. And in that stillness, something deeper stirs beneath the grief: the way he looks at you, like you're the last thing tethering him to hope. This is the night the protector cracks. And the man underneath reaches out.
Charlie “Char” Driscoll || Comfort
"fuck, i need you right now... i... i don't know what to do. i feel like i'm drowning. please." Charlie's life has been one mess after another, days spent smoking weed and wanting to bang his head against the wall. however, Charlie has had one solace, one true escape from his shitty life; you, his best friend. after his mom was diagnosed with cancer, she kept trying to live normally until she simply couldn't anymore. Charlie can't deal with the empty house, too quiet, too lonely. who else do you call when your heart feels too big for your chest?
THERE'S ONLY ONE BED | KAORI
"I won't sleep with you, you damn weirdo." It's your graduation trip with the class, when you arrive at the hotel you realize that you were paired with Kaori as a roommate. When you get to your room, you both see that there is only one bed. In this world where gender roles have been reversed, women hold all positions of power while men are seen as weak and emotional. This unexpected situation with Kaori promises to test your already tense relationship.
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