AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just fair warning now, this story is a Lavashipping Sherk parody and takes place in a Hybrid AU and an Alpha/Beta/Omega universe so if this isn't your cup of tea I suggest you don't read.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing!
Chapter 1: The Perfect Mate
Our story takes place in the great city of Djinjago. The warm, misty wind whistled through the city as the citizens went about their own business, either going home to be with their families for the rest of the evening or to their evening jobs. The city of Djinjago was built on the sunny side of a gentle mountain and was truly a beautiful place. Its grace was only matched by the backdrop of lush, green forests which have helped shape the ancient city to what it was today.
The city had a very clear Asian, Indian feeling to it.
The city's skyline was growing with stylish skyscrapers and they each represented the many different aspects of the sizeable city. Businesses were booming in Djinjago and it had attracted a lot of attention. A few new cultures had left their mark not just on education, but also upon the city's identity. What historically was a city of predictability has grown into a new culture of variety and it's this that united the nearly 3 million people to this day.
It's this multicultural identity that had truly left its mark.
Hundreds of gastropubs, bakeries, and clubs offer a plethora of culinary choices. Those who felt hungry for something else could enjoy art galleries, musical activities, photography, or one of the many other recreational activities. While not the most famous city in the world like its sister city Ninjago, Djinjago was a favorite tourist attraction. At the far end of the city, in between the mountains stood a giant, proud castle overlooking the city.
Five thin, square towers guarded the weakest points of this castle and were connected by towering, thick walls made of brownstones.
Stylish windows were scattered generously across the walls in a seemingly random pattern, along with small holes for archers and artillery. A huge gate with great metal doors prevented anyone from breaking in. A regular bridge and large crenelations offered a safe home to all those in need in these cold mountains and it was the only way in. At least without taking down the castle walls. Well kept gardens with fragrant flowers, gorgeous trees, and many bushes decorate the outside of the castle.
This castle showed signs of decay after being around for ages.
Its inhabitants, however, were determined to repair any weaknesses they found to make sure that this castle would be around for the ages to come. This castle belonged to the Alpha king Nadakhan, son of the late king Khanjikhan. Nadakhan was a tall muscular man with orange skin, long black hair tied back in a ponytail, and dark eyes. He wore a green armored top with bright orange pants with red curled toe shoes. Instead of a left hand, he had a silver hook, losing his hand to a crazed hybrid.
Attached to his red belt was a large green sword that had protected him and his ancestors for millennia.
The thunder cracked and rattled the night sky as the rain fell down hard on the earth. King Nadakhan walked through his dark castle towards his dungeon, as he walked several of his men bowed in respect whenever he passed them. When he walked into the dungeon he saw his executioner, Dogshank, torturing a beta Hybrid pigeon called Fugi-Dove by dunking his head underwater repeatedly. Fugi-Dove a striped prison uniform as he had spent most of his time in Nadakhan's prison.
He had black bird-like feet and he had white wings instead of arms.
"ENOUGH! He's ready to talk." The king smirked. Dogshank nodded and lifted the coughing hybrid up before tying him to the nearby metal table. "Now tell me, where are the others hiding!?" Nadakhan asked angrily.
"Never!" The hybrid pigeon spat. Nadakhan growled in annoyance. Ever since he had lost his hand to a Hybrid, the king had a deep, seething hatred for their kind and saw them like a plague upon the world. In order to make a 'perfect world', Nadakhan had forcibly exiled all hybrids from Djinjago, but that appeared to be a bad move. He had heard of several people planning to rebel against him and that they were hiding with some people in his very land.
"I've tried my very best to be patient with you but no my patience is at its end!" He snarled. "NOW TELL ME WHERE THEY HIDING ARE OR ELSE I'LL-"
"NO! PLEASE NOT THE FEATHERS!" Fugi-Dove cried as Nadakhan tried to tear his feathers off.
"TELL ME WHO'S HIDING THEM!" He demanded as he let go and shined a bright light in the hybrid's face. Fugi-Dove took deep breaths to calm himself down and slowly sat up.
"Ok, I'll tell you." He whimpered. "Do you know the mailman?"
"Yes, I know the mailman." King Nadakhan asked more calmly and Fugi-Dove nodded.
"She was once married to the mailman." He added, however, before Fugi-Dove could say anything else King Nadakhan's captain of the guard Flintlocke came running into the interrogation room.
"My king we found one!" He exclaimed happily.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Bring it in!" Nadakhan ordered with an evil smile and had Fugi-Dove sent back to his cell. After twenty minutes Flintlocke and his men returned with an old woman calmly following close behind. This was the alpha goat hybrid named Mistaké. She had tea green eyes with long black goat horns and grey hair tied in a bun. She wore a grey cardigan with black pants and a large straw hat. Mistaké was forced to sit at the metal table and a silver bowl full of water in front of her.
She said nothing until Nadakhan sat across from her. She looked the king right in the eyes.
"Ah Mistaké, is this not the greatest kingdom of them all?" He asked with a smug voice.
"Technically your not a king," Mistaké replied mischievously, catching him off guard.
"What?" He hissed quietly.
"What I mean is your not a king yet, but you can become one." She smirked. "All you need is a mate, a queen." She added and Nadakhan thought for a moment. He had thought about finding a queen for a while now but had wanted to put it off until he had rid his kingdom of these disgusting hybrids. The more he thought about he smiled at the idea of his mate ruling by his side with their pups; little Nadakhans running all over the place.
Nadakhan couldn't help but chuckle at that thought.
The thoughts of his heirs, his descendants, his lineage. Nadakhan would be immortal.
"Go on, but my mate must be an omega and NOT a filthy hybrid." The king smirked and the host hybrid just smiled and threw some powder into the water, causing a bright flash and thick white smoke began to rise from the bowl.
"Here are three human omegas who you can have as a mate my lord." She said and Nadakhan could make out an image in the smoke. "Number 1 is a redhead omega with a strong sense of family," Mistaké said as if she was trying to sell a car. "She likes noodles and a good fight any time, meet the great Skylor Chen."
"Hm." He hummed in thought as he examined the picture of the woman. Skylor had short eyelashes and orange lipstick on her face, with long cherry-red hair in a ponytail. She wore an orange hood and suit, with black-gloved hands. Her suit sported a Japanese symbol on the chest, with a light orange belt and a strap with more symbols on either side of her waist. She did look pretty but Nadakhan couldn't see himself spending his life with her.
Before he could think about her anymore the image suddenly changed to the other potential mate.
"Number 2 is a bad girl omega and her toxic attitude doesn't make living with her easy." Mistaké chuckled. "Just kiss her lips and find out what a live wire she is, give it for Tox Widow!"
"Ugh." Nadakhan gagged in disgust when he saw her image in the smoke. Tox had long green hair tied back into a ponytail with pale skin and bright green eyes. She was a ripped green tank top that was cut short to reveal her stomach and black jeans.
"And last but certainly not least, number 3 is a spiky-haired male omega trapped in a dragon-guarded castle with his beta sister surrounded by hot boiling lava! But don't let that scare you off, he's a skilled swordsman and blacksmith that likes hot, spicy food and romance; yours for the rescuing, Kai Smith!" She smiled and Nadakhan was speechless at the new image in smoke. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Kai Smith had tall, thick spiky brown hair, shaped like fire and bright amber eyes that shined like burning embers.
He had a focused expression on his face, with a scar visible on his right eyebrow and a bandage above his left.
He wore a red half-zipped-up jacket over a white shirt with some kind of Japanese symbol on the back of the jacket and brown pants. When it came time for Nadakhan to make his decision of who to have as his mate all of his men began shouting different numbers at him.
"NUMBER 3!" He shouted, not even thinking about it, and everything fell silent.
"Nadakhan, you've chosen Kai Smith." She said and an image of the male omega appeared in front of everyone. The king smiled at his future mate. He was the perfect one for him. All Nadakhan had to do is just find someone who can go and rescue him from that awful prison
"I probably should mention the little thing that happens at night." Mistaké suddenly said, not even trying to hide her smirk "After sunset-"
"Silence!" The king shouted, causing the whole room to go quiet. "I will make this Kai Smith my queen, and Djinjago will finally have the perfect king! Flintlocke, assemble your finest men!" He ordered as Flintlocke and all the guards stood to attention. "We're going to have a tournament!"...