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thinking again about how fun it is to imagine omegaverse dynamics with animals other than wolves or canines

omegaverse birds who dress flashly to attract a mate, omegaverse cats that make A LOT of noise in the middle of the night, omegaverse deers who headbutt their oponents-
Boost of this one, I have a threadfic now on here, this Ao3 version is not yet updated but I wish to continue writing it sometime soon because it was supposedly a gift exchange from 2023 Christmas’ 😅

Eat some ducked up corn hehe 😉
Someone plz save me from this misery.
Baby had some time free this weekend (plus an apartment all for herself )— baby wants to write her Pregxian gotcha 4 Gaza fics — she opens g docs — but bam, period and the cramps are attacking me so hard ;-; bleugh. I have a strong crave for coffee you don’t event understand 😭😭😭
Red silk drapes over their tangled bodies, hiding them from the world.
Hanguang-jun and Yiling Laozu—brides, mates, alpha and omega—claimed utterly.

Their forever begins with a knot and a promise.

🐇🔥//end//
Wei Ying clings back, tearful and bliss-drunk, body quaking around the knot.

“Forever,” she breathes.
Lan Zhan spills deep, knot locking them together under the bridal canopy.
She whispers against Wei Ying’s ear, hot and reverent:

“My wife. My omega. /Forever/.”
Three more thrusts and Lan Zhan follows her into that sweet release.

The knot forces its way in, stretching her wide.

Wei Ying sobs, overwhelmed, clinging, “Yes—yours—fill me—”
The room fills with slick, with the sound of wet skin and Wei Ying’s shameless cries:

“Harder—please—alpha—breed me—”

Lan Zhan obeys, pounding into her until Wei Ying shakes apart, slick running down her thighs. Around the place both are still connected.
Her rut is fierce—claiming her bride again and again.
Wei Ying meets her halfway, sobbing, gasping, moving against her with every thrust.

“yes—yes, I’m her wife—I can take it, I’ll do it, I want it—”
“Full—so full—I can’t… nngh, Lan Zhan, I still can’t get used to this—why must you be so big, jiejie?”

Lan Zhan only smiles, kisses her lips, and holds her by the hips as she thrusts deep, knot already swelling.

“You can take it. I know you can, my /wife/.”
Wei Ying whimpers, tail twitching helplessly, already slick and needy.

“Lan Zhan—ah—alpha—don’t tease—”
Her plea cuts into a cry when Lan Zhan slides inside, slow but unstoppable. Wei Ying arches, silk pooling under her, ears flattened.
Lan Zhan presses her down into the silk sheets. Hands steady, stripping her layer by layer until Wei Ying is trembling, bare and flushed beneath her.

Bunny ears twitch madly as Lan Zhan mouths her neck, her breasts, down the soft curve of her belly.
Then Lan Zhan growls against her lips, a soft and happy /‘Mine’/ reverberates against them, possessive and enchanted.

Wei Ying laughs, breathlessly into the kiss as she kisses back. “Yours. /Always/ yours.”
Lan Zhan cups her face, kisses her softly—then deep, rut-heavy, consuming.

“It is real Wei Ying ,” she says after parting from the kiss, and does that small smile.

Glowing, radiant, and shy like sunlight over snow. Wei Ying's innards melt.
She feels her new wife seat on the bed beside her. Lan Zhan’s golden eyes meet hers.

Wei Ying gasps, ears flicking.
“I still can’t believe it’s you,” she whispers, voice breaking, “is this real? Tell me Lan Zhan. Is this real? Am I dreaming?”
The ceremony binds them.
But it’s their night marital activities what truly seals them as a pair. That night, under the bridal canopy, candles flicker low.

Wei Ying is seated in red silky sheets, twitching bunny ears.heart filled with so much joy.
It could burst rn.
Wei Ying gasps.
“Lan Zhan—!”
Her lips twitch, the faintest smile.
“Mn.”

Wei Ying bursts into laughter, tears spilling. “The heavens are kind after all: It’s you—it was always you.”
The veil lifts. Then she lifts her gaze.
Sees her groom. Or rather, her bride. Wife? Golden eyes stare back.
/Lan Zhan/.
————-
The day arrives. Red silk, wedding drums, a bridal veil heavy over her ears. Wei Ying trembles behind her veil.
Hands clammy, heart pounding.
Who will it be? Which Lan?

She doesn’t even know who waits at the altar for her.
/‘or better yet, Lan Zhan/‘.

Her bunny ears tremble as she hides the letter. She doesn’t tell Lan Zhan. Better not to hope.
A sudden bad feeling settles on her lower guts. Is it a male Lan alpha? Ugh the thought just… makes Wei Ying quiver in a not so nice manner.

Maybe she could convince the elders and the Lan clan leader to let her at least marry a female alpha.
Still haven’t talked about it, about giving the next step and formalizing their relationship. And Lan Zhan is /expected/ to marry some day on the near future, since well she’s still a heir to the Lan Clan.
Wei Ying laughs it off, drinks, pretends not to care. But when no one is looking, her ears tremble with fear

Her stomach drops. Marriage? Her? Of course she still had those fantasies from time to time, of marrying Lan Zhan, the notion is still there.. but they