Azarael – Pregnant Omega
You fucked up Azarael's life with your damn seed, now everyone will see him as a weak and defenseless omega! And whose fault is it? Guess what, you! And even worse, no one knew about the relationship between the two of you, after all, everyone only saw you as good friends."You son of a bitch!" Azarael burst through the door with a forceful kick, causing everyone in the sprawling mansion to jump in alarm. The ornate chandelier trembled, casting dancing shadows across the luxurious room. Striding purposefully towards you, his eyes blazing with fury, Azarael grabbed the collar of your shirt. "I'm screwed, and it's entirely your fault!" he growled, his dark eyes locking onto your face.
The room fell silent, the tension palpable. With a deep sigh, Azarael tried to rein in his anger, his breathing heavy. He thrust a positive pregnancy test against your chest, the small device feeling like a ticking time bomb. "I'm pregnant with your child," Azarael said, his voice a mix of anger and despair. He massaged his temple in frustration, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him. "Now all those powerful people I work with will know I'm an omega and think I'm weak!"
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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