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Conquering Heights: Khimloga Pass Trek with Alpha Hikers

Introduction:

Nestled in the lap of the Himalayas, the Khimloga Pass trek with Alpha Hikers beckons adventure enthusiasts to embark on a journey of a lifetime. This trek, situated in the breathtaking landscapes of Uttarakhand, offers an unparalleled experience of nature’s grandeur, challenging terrains, and the expert guidance of Alpha Hikers.

A Himalayan Gem:

Khimloga Pass, situated at an elevation of approximately 15,000 feet, stands as a Himalayan gem known for its panoramic views of snow-capped peaks, alpine meadows, and pristine landscapes. The trek, carefully curated by Alpha Hikers, introduces adventurers to the raw and untouched beauty of the Garhwal region.

Starting Point — Taluka Village:

The journey begins at Taluka Village, a quaint hamlet nestled along the banks of the Tons River. From here, trekkers are immersed in a world of dense forests, vibrant flora, and the rhythmic melody of the river, setting the tone for the awe-inspiring trek that lies ahead.

Rugged Landscapes and Alpine Meadows:

The trail unfolds through rugged landscapes, challenging river crossings, and ascending gradients that demand both physical stamina and mental resilience. As trekkers ascend, the scenery evolves, revealing vast alpine meadows adorned with a riot of wildflowers, creating a picturesque contrast against the rugged terrains.

The Enchanting Seema:

Seema, a picturesque village en route, welcomes trekkers with warm hospitality and a glimpse into the local Garhwali culture. The traditional wooden houses and terraced fields offer a captivating insight into the lives of the mountain communities.

Riverside Camps and Starlit Nights:

Alpha Hikers ensures a comfortable and immersive camping experience along the riverside. The sound of gushing water and the crisp mountain air provide a serene backdrop for the night camps, offering trekkers a chance to marvel at the starlit skies in this remote Himalayan haven.

Summiting Khimloga Pass:

The final ascent to Khimloga Pass is both challenging and exhilarating. Trekkers navigate through rocky terrain and high-altitude expanses, culminating in the breathtaking panoramic views from the pass. The sense of achievement at the summit is unparalleled, with the rugged beauty of the Himalayas stretching as far as the eye can see.

The Alpha Hikers Advantage:

Expert Guidance: Alpha Hikers, with their experienced guides, ensure a safe and well-guided trek. Their knowledge of the region and understanding of the terrain contributes to a seamless and enjoyable adventure.

Safety Protocols: The safety of trekkers is a top priority for Alpha Hikers. Stringent safety measures, including well-equipped first aid and emergency response plans, are in place to address any unforeseen challenges.

Cultural Immersion: Alpha Hikers adds a cultural dimension to the trek by incorporating visits to local villages, allowing trekkers to interact with the warm mountain communities and gain insights into their traditional way of life.

Responsible Tourism: Committed to responsible tourism, Alpha Hikers ensures minimal environmental impact by following Leave No Trace principles and promoting eco-friendly practices throughout the trek.

Conclusion:

Embarking on the Khimloga Pass trek with Alpha Hikers is more than a physical journey; it’s a soul-stirring exploration of nature’s wonders and personal resilience. This Himalayan adventure, meticulously curated by Alpha Hikers, promises trekkers an immersive experience, leaving indelible memories of conquering heights and discovering the untamed beauty of Uttarakhand.

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"A'thaen" Yautja Oc x Reader - Mate - nsfw

Warnings: nsfw, size difference, dead animals, yautja seeks a partner, exophilia, teratophilia, monster x human, alien sex, slow burn, sex in water, sex outdoors, blood play, breeding - English is not my native language!

Synopsis: You used to live in a small house near a forest. But one day you sensed something, someone was watching you and brought you gifts. A strange creature that could kill you with sheer force and he was looking for a mate for life.

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German Version

You never worried about whether it was safe to live alone in an old house near the forest. The nearest big town was a good half hour away from you and it was rare for people to pass by. The letter carrier, maybe, but very rarely. Not even tourists or hikers were to be seen here. The nature around you was rough and a bear liked to sneak around the river near you. It was dangerous, especially in the salmon season, but you respected nature and its fauna and stuck to the rules:

Stay on the path.

Stay out of the way of mother animals.

Never get between predator and prey.

Make noises so that you are not suddenly confronted without warning.

And most importantly. Never travel in the dark without weapons. You had a weapon but never used it, you wanted to avoid it because you didn't see weapons as a positive thing. They only caused death and destruction and people had become dangerous beings through war and hatred. One of the reasons you lived out here.

You stared out of the window. Dark clouds were moving across the sky, it was definitely going to rain soon and somehow you were looking forward to it. You loved rain, it calmed you down and you always took one of your many books and made yourself comfortable on your sofa. Enjoying the peace and quiet, listening to the patter of the rain while the wind whistled outside and the trees gave way awkwardly under the force of the wind and the rain.

You flinched when you suddenly heard wolves howling in the distance. Puzzled, you looked up. Normally wolves had little desire to be active in this weather, at least that's what you thought, but you could hear how restless the otherwise brave predators were. You sat so still on your sofa, as if a murderer was going to jump in at any moment and you were trying not to attract attention because of the silence.

It was only seconds before an agonizing, screaming squeak made you tremble. It sounded like a wolf, but its wail was so high-pitched that it almost sounded like a child in agonizing pain. You swallowed. Your heart pounded and fear rose up inside you. What was out there?

The next scream made you flinch even more, but it didn't stop at two. A pack consisted of five to fourteen members. Alpha animals, kittens, puppies. Everything was there, sometimes even the grandparents were still there if they had a good chance of living. You knew the pack. You affectionately called them the River pack, because the wolves always stayed close to the river and had their territory there. The river was about five hundred meters from your home and you could clearly hear one wolf after another going silent. It made your blood run cold.

Something strange was going on out there. What kind of predator would kill an entire pack of at least seven animals just like that? There were seven of the Riverwolves at your last count. It was a comfortable pack size and you enjoyed watching them with your binoculars. A bear perhaps? But did bears ever attack a whole pack of wolves?

Out of paranoia you checked the door again, fine, it was locked. There was another door, it led into a small stable of sorts. But there was nothing in it, you had emptied it out and used it as a kind of lair as you had no animals. You no longer felt like reading, so you got ready for bed and went to sleep. Even though your pulse was still beating strongly against your skin.

It took a while for you to fall asleep, but when sleep pulled you in, it was deep and firm. You woke up refreshed and got out of bed. Your breakfast consisted only of an apple, as you were rarely hungry after getting up. You packed your bag and went out the door. You wanted to go for a walk, even though you were still feeling the effects of last night. But it always smelled so good after it had rained. Especially in the forest.

You hummed to yourself and went on your daily walk. You knew this route inside out, since you've lived here, you've always walked it as best you could. It led you past berry bushes where you had tasted some of the sweet fruits and every now and then you could spot a deer.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice how you were being watched. But how could you? The creature was invisible and hiding in one of the trees, staring at you like a vulture that had found new carrion. The creature followed you for a few meters and watched your every move. Almost curiously.

Your legs carried you unintentionally to the river, you wanted to see the area. Maybe you could find out what had killed the wolves, but it was as if nothing had ever happened. No blood, no cadavar, nothing! Someone had done a thorough job and you were beginning to fear that it might be poachers who were up to mischief here. You didn't see the danger coming, but He did.

A crack in the bush sent shivers down your spine and you turned cautiously. A large grizzly stepped out of the undergrowth. Its heavy panting made you gulp and you walked slowly backwards until you could feel the gravel under your shoes. Behind you was the riverbed and you considered jumping in, but at the same time you were worried that it might trigger the bear in front of you. Today was definitely not your day.

“Take it easy,” you whispered and tried to breathe calmly. But the bear in front of you stomped up, a growl came from its throat and then the male animal reared up in front of you in all its glory. Your eyes grew wide and your instincts kicked in, you ran. The bear's roar still in your ears, he was so close and tears welled up in your eyes. What had you done to deserve this now? What had you done wrong?

You really thought you were going to die, the thought of bears eating their prey alive and not bothering to kill them beforehand made your stomach churn. Your lungs burned and a root became your doom. You hadn't seen it and painfully you tripped over it and fell into the shallow water. You groaned as the stones tore open your knees and the bear's heavy gallops came closer. You were about to scramble to your feet just as the beast's huge jaws shot towards you. But things turned out differently than you had expected.

The grizzly was pushed aside with full force, but you couldn't see anyone. Even the bear seemed confused, but it sensed something. Now it was even angrier and another roar came from its mouth. He ran towards a place where there was no one, but it seemed different. The bear actually grabbed someone, but your eyes couldn't see him. For the time being. But then outlines flashed, they were hard to make out, they glowed, then they showed some skin. Dark skin, lizard-like. Confused and disturbed, you drew your brows together and watched the spectacle.

The bear didn't stand a chance, even though he put up a brave fight. He took blow after blow, but then he bit down when his half-invisible opponent briefly lost focus. Green liquid flowed out of the bear's mouth and it turned back in your direction. But before anything could happen to you, the bear howled. Its throat was severed with a smooth cut.

A strangled cry escaped your throat as the invisible creature lifted the lifeless body, which weighed a good three hundred kilos. Then it revealed itself. Its skin became clearer and you gulped as you looked at the large alien-like creature before you. Drenched in the blood of its victim. Under the red you could see obsidian skin, he was wearing a mask and you forgot to breathe. Would he kill you now too? Had he saved you?

“Thank you,” you breathed, not noticing the tears running down your cheeks as the adrenaline slowly wore off and you were safe for now. The alien tilted its head slightly and a clicking sound came from its mouth. You felt uncomfortable under his probing gaze. Then he threw the bear over his shoulder and left. You quickly got up and watched him go. He simply disappeared into the forest and left you alone. You held your hand to your chest and a weeping sigh escaped from your dry throat. You ran home as fast as you could. You had definitely had enough of today.

You avoided the forest for the next few days, you had little desire to get into a situation like that again, besides there was this creature you didn't know what it was. You tried to put things behind you, it hadn't returned and the bad weather outside made you sit in your cozy home and read your books again. You drank tea and tried not to think about that day anymore.

If he/she had wanted to kill you, he/she would have done it long ago. You sighed and put some more wood in your fireplace. Despite the heat, you were shivering and not even the raindrops on your window could calm down. Just when you thought you were at peace, there was a bang outside. Someone had knocked over your garbage cans, or something. You took a deep breath and stood up. Your feet carried you towards the door, your mind racing, wondering if you were doing the right thing and if you were about to die.

Your fingertips touched the knob and you cautiously opened the back door. You couldn't react at all when a heavy weight slammed against the wood and you landed on the floor with a yelp. A dull thud beside you. Your eyes widened after you rubbed your bottom painfully. There it was! Next to you, its dark skin covered in a green. Liquid that had to be his blood.

As if struck by lightning, you got up and examined the creature in front of you. It still had its helmet on, but a large notch adorned the metal. That wasn't there last time. A clicking sound drew you out of your spell. Your eyes scrutinized him critically. His breathing was heavy and he seemed to be injured. Should you really be helping him? But he had helped you too. You sigh.

You slowly walked towards him. A growl came from his throat and you flinched, raising your hands.

I don't want to hurt you, you whispered, and his helmet turned more in your direction. He was watching you intently, you felt it and it made you nervous.

“Let me help you,” you spoke slowly, hoping he understood. Another click, he seemed to be thinking. But then came a nod and carefully you moved closer to him.

“You have to take it off,” you whispered, looking at his helmet. The creature hesitated and only now did you see how tall it actually was. It had to be well over two meters. No wonder he could slay a bear with his bare claws.

He didn't even try to struggle to his feet as he almost grabbed the helmet. You heard a few clicks as if something was opening on the helmet and slowly it let go. You held your breath as you slowly saw what was hiding under the mask.

A large head, four fangs that could fold out, it reminded you of a spider and you shivered, silver eyes staring at you. It seemed almost amused when the creature noticed you staring at it, it had probably already expected such a reaction. But you remain calm.

You quickly fetch your first aid kit and get out the essentials. A bowl of warm water, thread and needle, everything was ready. You carefully started to wipe the blood off his smooth scales. You couldn't describe how it felt. He was neither cold nor warm, his obsidian black skin was dull and spikes grew out in places. He had long dreadlocks with blood red beads woven into them and his small silver eyes watched you intently. His muscles were firm and sinewy, it almost felt like he had metal plates underneath, but it was just his pure strength and he looked really strong. Big and powerful. You gulped.

His looks made you uneasy and you didn't know exactly what it was. Countless faded scars adorned his body, he must have fought a lot in his life. But one scar caught your eye the most. It was a large, elongated scar on his chest, it hadn't been a clean cut, it looked more like someone had tried to rip something out of his chest. You couldn't just survive something like that.

“Scared?” the creature suddenly croaked and you stiffened. It could talk?! You tried to stay cool and took a quick breath.

“No,” you said firmly and stared into his eyes, not wanting to appear weak. The next wound was on his chest and you gently stroked the rough flesh. He purred, but it didn't sound painful, more soothing… like he was… enjoying it. You tried to concentrate, but his mere presence made you fuzzy and the feel of his muscles under his skin made you weak. You gritted your teeth. Stop it, (y/n)! He's an alien, dammit!

“You like… what you… See?” he asked brokenly and you ignored the glow in your cheeks. He was toying with you, you saw the amusement in his eyes. His ego was bigger than he was and really, you should have kicked him out.

You didn't answer him, but started stitching up his wounds. His eyes were half closed and he was watching you with a predatory look. Under your hands you could feel how tense he was. He was still in flight mode and ready to kill at any moment.

“Why are you hurt?” you asked now and he clicked again.

“Fight,” he breathed deeply.

“What were you fighting? You defeated the bear with ease and there's nothing bigger out there,” he had remained silent and just continued to stare at you. You tensed up and now your eyes found his.

“There isn't anything bigger out there, is there?” you almost panicked. He snorted in exhaustion, but there was ambition in his eyes.

“Yes…, but…dead,” he growled, making a few more chirping sounds, ”I… have…killed.” That was the last thing he said before his eyes closed and he was gone. His body was apparently close to the limit and he must have really put a lot of strength into the fight. You looked at his wounds again, in peace. Now that he was asleep. He was really lucky they didn't go any deeper. He must really be an experienced fighter, what creature would mess with him?

You shook your head and washed your hands. Then you grabbed a pillow and a blanket and put his head on the pillow, then you put the blanket over him, even though he was way too big for it. But it was better than nothing.

What did you get yourself into?

The big robber slept until the next day. You got up, but he was no longer lying on the floor where he had last fallen asleep. Somehow you weren't surprised that he had left. He had no reason to stay. But at least he had tidied up the blanket and pillow. You sighed and put the first aid kit back in its place, but a rumble made you sit up. It came from outside your front door.

Astonished but curious, you opened the door only to see, with a stifled scream, a large grizzly skull lying on your porch. There was no flesh left on the bone and it had been thoroughly cleaned. You had a feeling that it was the grizzly that had attacked you a few days ago.

Hesitantly you picked up the skull, you had a slight idea who it could be from. But why did he give you a skull? You placed the skull on the ledge of your fireplace and looked at it. It made you tremble as you remembered how those teeth wanted to dig into your flesh.

It didn't stop with the skull. Every day… really every day, there was something on your doorstep. Skulls, whole animals that you could skin and jewelry made of bones and beautiful stones. You now had a whole ration of game meat and you barely had any room left in the freezer. You displayed the skulls on your fireplace. Wolves, foxes, birds, it was all there. There was even a cougar skull by the door, but there was one thing you liked best from the unusual gifts.

It was a necklace made of predator teeth with a beautiful red gemstone in the middle. You wondered where he had found it. There must have been gemstones out there somewhere, but it must have taken a lot of effort to find one. But you asked yourself one question every single day. Why? Why did this giant give you gifts and bring you food? He had no reason to, or was it his way of saying 'thank you' because you had helped him?

Then you investigated, you grabbed your laptop and went looking. As silly as it sounded, you typed in 'what animals give each other gifts' and read through a post. There are indeed animal species that give each other gifts to impress the female: birds, fish and even insects did it. Apart from that, chimpanzees did something similar. For meat and fruit, the females slept with the males and you swallowed. Was he trying to impress himself? As if that at the river when he lifted the bear wasn't impressive enough.

Shaking your head, you closed your laptop. You didn't believe this alien wanted anything from you, if only because you were human. It was almost ridiculous. You laughed, apart from the fact that he was an alien? A big, strange creature that could kill you with ease.

There was something else on the floor of your porch that day that gave you pause. It was… Flowers. The most beautiful you'd ever seen. You sat by the river and looked intently at the small bouquet of wildflowers. No one had ever given you a gift like this before and you didn't want to admit it, but it made you happy somehow and sent a pleasant tingle through your body.

“You… find beautiful?” the deep, robotic voice made you freeze and you gulped. He was here, only maybe a meter away from your weak form sitting on the floor. Slowly, you turned your head and there he stood. As if he hadn't been almost dead in your house recently.

“j..yeah…they're really pretty,” you said almost shyly and a slight smile crept onto your lips. He nodded and continued to look at you through the small eyes in his mask.

“Thank you,” he clicked, apparently he had acknowledged it with that. You thought about asking him why he gave you the gifts, your heart pounded and you hesitated.

“Why are you giving me so many presents?” You nervously played with the stems of the flowers and waited for the answer. Inwardly, you hoped that he would simply say that he did it because you helped him. But it didn't turn out as you expected.

“Gifts… for… partners,” he grunts and your eyes widen. You felt like you were about to faint, your heart was beating against your chest and it almost hurt. At the same time, your cheeks burned and you blushed. He saw you as a suitable partner?

“Courting… you,” came out of his mouth next.

“I don't think I'm a suitable partner for you. I'm a human and you're an-” you thought about what you could say because you felt ‘alien’ would be rude.

“Yautja,” he finished your sentence and you raised your eyebrows.

“Your kind call themselves Yautja?” he nodded.

“What are you doing here? Are you just here to find a mate?” you followed up and he shook his head. Then he pointed at himself with a claw.

“Going hunting… Xenomorph. But I sensed… suitable partner is… here,” he tried to explain. You could hear how hard it was for him to speak in your language, considering his speech consisted only of clicking noises and growls.

“I see,” you laughed, ‘I don't even know your name,’ his head cocked to the side, watching your lips curl. The sound coming from your mouth was foreign to him, but he thought it sounded pleasant. No Yautja female made such beautiful sounds. His instincts had not been wrong.

“A'thaen,” he growled, ”my name…, A'thaen.”

“That's a really… nice name. My name is (Y/n),” you introduced yourself and then the Yautja went down on his knees. He was still huge in front of you, but now you could look at him a little better without having to contort your neck completely.

“My instincts… led me… here. To you,” then he moved his claws and took off his mask. You were surprised by this, because he seemed to take this mask for hunting and it seemed really important to him.

“Become… my… Partner. I am… good, experienced hunter. Can… protect and… Provide,” he almost cooed and it made you blush how he was trying to woo you. But you weren't sure, you couldn't speak his language, nor did you know anything about his culture.

“I'm not sure. I don't know you at all and a few days ago I thought you were going to kill me,” you swallowed and you expected A'thaen to get angry, but he nodded again.

“Ki'sei,” he said and you didn't understand what he had said. But you were amazed that he seemed to have a language with words after all, not just clicking sounds. He saw the look on your face and was amused. “I… I see,” he rumbled, and then you understood.

“Give me time,” you spoke, now standing up, ”let me… get to know you. get to know you,” your nervousness grew. What would you get yourself into here? You didn't know him and could you even love him? He was an alien, yes. But the fact that he had saved you and made the effort to give you gifts made you see him in a different light. Even his appearance didn't really bother you much, why should it. He wasn't ugly or scary just because you didn't know what he looked like. On his planet, he was perhaps one of the prettiest.

His bright eyes scrutinized you. Only now did you notice that his eyes weren't completely silver. They were green-gold on the inside and you had to admit to yourself that you found them pretty. You woke up from your stupor when his large, long-clawed claw took one of your strands of hair. Not daring to move, your eyes met his.

“Sei'i,” he nodded at you, then let go of your strand and stood up.

“Take all the time… You need. No…hurry,” he growled and you felt relieved. So now you had the chance to meet him, a large alien who was over two meters tall and could kill a bear with ease.

A'thaen even accompanied you home. You had offered him the chance to sleep in the house so that he wouldn't have to sleep outside in the bad weather. He gratefully accepted. The bad weather actually didn't bother him much, he still had his smaller spaceship to sleep in. But he was reluctant to refuse to let him into your house. He didn't know why his instincts had chosen you, you are small, weak and human. But this awakened his protective instinct and he felt a great need to look after you.

He felt his body reacting to you, to your scent. Especially when you were scared. He couldn't deny that it excited him the way you were scared, it was just in his nature. He was an elite hunter. One of the best of his tribe, if not the best. He has killed many xenomorphs, many different types of large predators. On Earth and also on many other planets. Even humans have not been spared. Once he started he couldn't stop, he was in a bloodlust and that made him a feared hunter; his experience, his strength and his temperament made him the deadliest Yautja of his tribe.

His heart was cold and he did not let emotions get to him, something the younglings learned very early on. Especially when they were being trained as hunters, but then you came along. A little human who most likely couldn't even give birth to successors and clouded his mind. Your weak body aroused him and awakened his instincts, but he had to restrain himself. You were no Yautja female who could be fucked easily. You were fragile and probably wouldn't even be able to take all of him.

He wanted you gentle, he wanted you to come to him willingly and ask him to make you his and breed you. But deep down, he really wanted to be gentle. He was known to be a killer, a monster. But he would not harm his future female, he would look after you and kill anyone who could harm you. He wanted to be an equal lover. In fact, he didn't think much of the mating behavior that many Yautja had. Many females of his species mated with several males. It was neither about love nor about the shared feeling of being one. They simply wanted to reproduce, to satisfy their urges. But it annoyed him, he longed for something different, something gentle and long. For you. He only wanted you.

You thought about where he could sleep best. He was so big. Too big for the bed, too big for the couch. Your brain was working, then you thought of something. Since you were a frostbite, you still had some blankets in the wardrobe, which you fetched as quickly as possible. With great effort, you built him a bed right in front of the fireplace. Two mattresses and five blankets should be enough. A'thaen watched you with amusement and attention at the same time. No one had ever made a bed for him before and he admired how much effort you had put into it. His gaze fell on the fireplace and pride grew in his chest when he saw the gifts he had given you. You had kept all the skulls and the necklace was there too and he purred. He really liked it.

“How are your wounds,” your voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned to you. His head tilted slightly.

“Better… Wounds heal… Faster…, with Yautjas,” he explained and you nodded. His mandibles twitched and he could sense that you were nervous. He wondered why.

“May I see them?” you asked and A'thaen nodded, then began to undress. You blushed and the hunter in front of you could smell it, he could even hear your heartbeat and it made his ego grow. He liked the way you reacted, the way your body responded.

He took off his armor. Shoulder plates, arm guards, breastplate, knee armor and his stocking nets he took off, he also put down the plates on his loincloth. His wounds had healed completely, only pale patches were still visible and you were amazed. And now you could see him in his full glory.

His skin was matt black, only the skin on his chest, inner arms, thighs and palms was a few shades lighter. On his back you could see wild patterns and his skull plate was decorated with an ornament-like pattern. He had thick thighs and his upper arms also showed the pure strength that was in him. He had a thick mane of dreadlocks and you admired the beautiful blood-red beads that caught your eye the first time you saw him. They suited him. But what fascinated you the most were his eyes. You had never seen eyes like his before. They were like liquid silver and in the middle was this green-gold color that made him truly unique.

“Do you… still like what… you see?” he asked, croaking, his mandibles twitching. You shook your head in amusement.

“You have a really big ego, A'thaen,” and you had to chuckle. His mandibles twitched again as he heard the strange sound from you again. Hoomans called it 'laughter' or 'giggling'. Yautjas didn't have that, but he really liked hearing it from you.

Then he grabbed the tense bicep he'd lifted earlier with his one claw and pressed against the hard flesh.

“That… is big,” he growled and you rolled your eyes. What a show-off. But you couldn't ignore the way his taut biceps had an effect on you. His eyes flashed with pleasure as he could smell your scent changing again. You didn't want to admit that you liked him, but your body couldn't deny it.

“Do you like what you see?” you asked him now and he nodded immediately.

“Sei'i!”

You blushed, he hadn't even hesitated, you had. You had not yet admitted that you liked him, that he somehow managed to impress you, that his muscles were not foreign to you and his strength impressed you.

“A'ket'anu,” A'thaen chirped and you could have sworn his gaze turned affectionate. But alas, you didn't understand what he said.

“I think you need to teach me your language,” you grin sheepishly and with a chirp he agreed with you.

“Fine,” he growls, ”A'ket'anu… means… beautiful. Just like… You,” now you could swear your face was as red as a tomato. How could someone who looked so terrifying say such things?

“Will… teach you… Teach you,” he nodded. And he did. The next day, he had tried to teach you the basic words so that you could understand him better. It was difficult for you to emphasize the accents correctly, but the Yautja had a lot of patience. You spent a good two weeks learning.

“Not… bad,” he grunts, nodding at you appreciatively. You felt the pride in your chest and smiled.

“Why can you speak my language?” you asked curiously, setting down a cup of tea for the Yautja, who eyed it curiously.

“Been… often…on Planet. Earth. Have… quickly… learned,” he explained, tasting the flavored hot water. It was strange, but not bad.

“How old are you?” you asked next, wondering how old Yautjas could get.

“Three hundred years,” A'thaen replied and your mouth dropped open. Three hundred… Years? He didn't look old, if you could interpret it. He was strong, agile and well-built and apparently three hundred years was like young adulthood in Yautjas.

“That's really… old?” it sounded more like a question than a statement and A'thaen almost seemed offended, shaking her head.

“Three hundred very young… about the age… of a human… Between… twenty-three and twenty-seven. Approximately,” he explained and you nodded, not wanting to offend him, but three hundred years is a lot. He had told you more. About Yautja Prime, his life and the Xenomorph. You had to swallow, because they were the other big predators here on the planet and there had been some near you. It made you feel quite different to think that the strange and deadly creatures might have seen you a long time ago and it wouldn't have been long before they would have struck.

A'thaen noticed your discomfort and placed a heavy claw on your shoulder comfortingly, even though he didn't say anything. You could feel that he wanted to reassure you and you looked at him gratefully. But then he did something that made you tense every muscle. His claw began to stroke your collarbone. It was so big that it covered part of your breasts and it was an intoxicating sight. He was so big. You had never seen anything bigger.

Carefully he slid further and let his hand rest on your hips. He had rough hands, but it was pleasant the way he touched you and you had the dull feeling that on his home planet things weren't always really gentle when it came to such things. But it was the same here.

His thumb claw gently stroked the fat of your belly and he admired it, you were so soft. Your skin was smooth and not leathery and he began to purr. He could break through your skin so easily, a little more force and he would see a drop of blood ooze from the stitch. But he didn't, of course. His other hand grabbed your leg and he stood between your legs. You were imprisoned by the power he was using for good, now kneading the flesh of your thigh. You sighed blissfully and realized how much it fascinated him too. Logically, you were so different from him.

He continued kneading and again you sighed contentedly, he clicked. A'thaen absorbed every bit of information his touch triggered in him and your pleasurable sounds made him hard. He could feel his blood flowing into his cock and he was getting hard, but it wasn't the right time yet. He wanted you to trust him completely and want it too. Now he took his claw and traced from your navel up to your breasts, you whimpered at the touch and the way he lifted your breasts as his hand ran against them.

You weren't wearing a bra and the Predator's eyes could see your bursting nipples. They were already pebbly and a growl escaped his throat as he could now detect your scent. The tip of his thumb slid over your standing nipple and you closed your eyes, your brows crinkling. You had been trying to concentrate, to not let yourself get foggy. He hadn't even been here long and already you were letting an alien touch you and make you wet.

A'thaen became bolder and took your right breast completely in his large claw. The rough skin of his hand pads made you shiver and you felt so very sensitive. Of course, you were already familiar with sex, even though you had almost no male visitors out here. But you knew how to help yourself and now this was this huge alien who thought he could make you so wet with a single touch.

“A'thaen,” you sighed and your eyes looked at him pleadingly from under your lashes, but he didn't continue. His silver-green eyes just stared at you. You could hear him suck in the air and you could feel him tense up, but then he let go of you. Just like that, you looked at him, confused.

He couldn't make you his yet. A'thaen knew his tail would be far too big for you, at least at first, and it would take good preparation, even if you wanted something else. He needed to distract himself before he did something wrong, he didn't want to hurt you or do anything rash, so he went out of your house, hunting. You were still lying on the kitchen counter where you had sat before your little game, half confused and agitated.

With dizzy legs, you got up and looked after the Yautja as he quickly disappeared into the forest. Damn, he couldn't just abandon you like that, yet you were understanding and let him go.

A'thaen growled and the next moment he slammed his claws into a tree and ripped them out again. The wood splintered and left huge gouges. He had to distract himself, but the soft skin of you had burned into him and was driving him mad. He had been so close to making you his, breeding you and making you beg for more. He could have taken what he wanted with ease, but he didn't want you like that. Somehow he did want it, but he also wanted you to want him, because you also… loved him.

That word was so foreign, but also so close. Love… . Yautjas usually didn't know love, at least it was rare and they certainly didn't have love for another species. There were always exceptions and he had heard of some of his kind taking human females as mates.

But you were the one and he was about to go too far, but he could smell you wanting him and he could feel his cock getting hard again at the thought. He had checked out the surroundings through his mask. He would go hunting.

You were a little surprised when you saw the buck lying on your porch. At the same time, you were pleased. He was still here. A'thaen had not shown his face for seven days now and you had missed him, yet he had continued to give you gifts and you were very grateful for that.

On the eighth day, you used the time to cook. You cooked a stew from the venison and you could smell it all the way outside. You were so distracted that you didn't notice an invisible figure sneaking up behind you and placing large claws on your hips. You cried out and quickly turned around with a knife in your hand. But the blade was gripped by a claw and you widened your eyes.

“A'thaen!!! What the hell is this?” you sneered at him and he glared at you in amusement. Then you noticed the blade in his claw and green blood dripped along the metal. Your eyes immediately went wide in shock.

“Oh no! I'm so sorry… I-” he interrupted you.

“It's all right… I've… Worse,” he put the knife down and his eyes stared at the cut in his hand and the small hands of you holding it. So small and fragile. He didn't notice the cheeky gleam in his eyes as you thought of something.

“I know a good spot in the forest where you could go hunting,” you breathed and now his eyes were on your face, patterning you.

“About two kilometers from here, by a river. There are hot springs there too,” you almost whispered the last part, but he heard it anyway. You wanted your revenge and you were going to get it. You couldn't get his touch out of your mind and it had scared you how much you had reacted to him. But you didn't realize it was because of his pheromones, which were part of what made you want him. This effect was particularly noticeable with potential partners. It happened all by itself.

"I don't know this… place," he admitted and seemed to be pondering. Normally he chose his hunting spots himself, but he became curious. He was always up for new hunting grounds. He swung his head in your direction when he felt your hand on his forearm.

"You haven't seen each other for a long time. I-I missed you," you confessed to him and A'thaen's eyes widened briefly. You had missed him? Even though he had just left you standing there. His heart sank at that statement. He cooed and his large hand gently stroked your cheek.

"I missed… you too," he purred and a slight smile graced your face. You could feel your heart stopping and maybe you just had to admit to yourself that you found this alien attractive. You didn't feel weird about it, you found it exciting and you had nothing to lose.

"Would you like something to eat?" you asked him in his language and he seemed surprised. Had you continued to study diligently? Brave Hooman. He only now felt the hole in his stomach and nodded slightly. You gave him some of your stew and he gulped it down greedily without leaving a drop. You laughed. What a greedy mouth, but you couldn't help but notice the sauce running down his chin and you licked your lips. He noticed your look but said nothing. He just stored it away.

A'thaen walked through the forest, he wanted to go to the place you had suggested. He wanted to visit you this morning, but you weren't there. Since you were an independent being, he hadn't thought about it at first. Maybe you were getting things for Hooman. He paused when he noticed a scent, his mask scanned the area, but he found nothing at first. His mandibles clicked in surprise and he continued on.

But then he noticed something. As if from nowhere, a deer jumped out of a bush, with a quick movement he grabbed it easily before it could jump away. The animal's squealing made his instinct scream and with a skilled grip he ripped out the animal's vertebrae. The carcass hung limply in his claws, but he wasn't finished yet. He carefully cut open the chest and removed the heart, took off his mask and the hunger for blood permeated his veins as he bit into the bloody muscle and devoured it.

He noticed how he was slowly losing control and wanted more. With quick steps he pushed through the undergrowth, further and further and there he was again. That smell…, your smell. An electric shock shot through his body and he became suspicious, what were you doing out here in the forest? Had something happened to you?

When he pushed some of the bushes out of the way, he froze. There were some hot springs in front of him, there were several natural pools of different sizes and you were sitting in one of them, with your eyes closed.

"You were here pretty quickly," you grinned and opened your eyes. The sight of him was simply divine. The poor Yautja really had no idea what this was all about. Then a light went on in his head.

"You lured me here," he said in Yautja language and you grinned cheekily at him.

"Yes. As punishment for leaving me behind that one day, you have to watch me bathe now," you laughed and got up from the water. A'thaen's eyes became greedy when he saw your wet, smooth body. He could feel his tail twitching at you and a growl coming from his throat.

"Don't you dare tease me, Hooman," he growled and started to get dangerously close to you. He was really close to not being able to control himself anymore. You accepted the challenge and started to knead your breasts, which immediately made him growl loudly. You sighed and pinched one of your nipples between your fingers.

"I didn't think it was very nice that you touched me like that and then just left," you said, panting and feeling yourself getting wet. A'thaen was now dangerously close to you, he started to take off his armor and his loincloth was thrown to the side as well. Your eyes widened when you could see his thick length. But the sight of it emerging from his sheath, swollen and hard, also excited you.

Suddenly you were grabbed, a wave hit your thighs and stomach and you gasped as the Yautja pulled you towards him. His look was murderous and greedy.

"I wanted to mate with you when you were ready. If you loved me. Yautja almost always take what they want, but I didn't want to force you to be mine," he growled and you had to make an effort to understand him. But you did and now you understood what his problem was. He wanted your consent and it made your heart swell.

"Do you love me?" you asked him and his grip tightened so much that it almost hurt.

"Yes! I love you, ever since the first day I sat in my ship and felt you. When I felt that you were my partner and you don't know how much I hold back from taking you right here and filling you with all my seed that has been building up inside me for so long," his honest words impressed and excited you at the same time and your mouth was open. His silver eyes burned into yours and you were so ready to let him join you.

Your hand ran along his jaw and his eyelids drooped. He purred at your touch and his cock pressed against your stomach. Your hands continued to explore him, running over his toned chest, over his chiseled abs and to his powerful hips. You imagined how they would feel between your legs and you subconsciously bit your lip.

A'thaen had no patience left, he grabbed your hips and fell backwards. You clung to his shoulders and squealed as the water swayed against you. You were now sitting on his lap, in the middle of the hot springs and you weren't even sure if it was your own heat or the steaming springs.

"You… start," the Yautja growls, looking at you lovingly and lustfully at the same time.

"Don't want to… hurt you," he moans as you take his swollen cock in your hand. It was really thick and big, which didn't surprise you, but it also put you off a bit. Could you even take it?

You carefully placed yourself over him, you could feel how swollen you were and how much you wanted him now, so you gently lowered yourself onto him. A growl came from his chest as he could feel his glans slowly entering you and stretching you. Your mouth was open, it felt good, despite the fact that it burned slightly.

You moaned as you sank deeper, your head slightly back and your eyes closed. A'thaen could see the strong pulse in your neck and it drove him wild. How he wished he could be on top to take care of you and give you your satisfaction, but you knew you had to get used to his size first so you wouldn't hurt yourself.

He was almost completely inside you and you had never been as full as you were today. You didn't regret an inch of him being inside you. You could feel him slowly approaching your cervix and it made you pause for a moment, but suddenly he rocked his hips up and you moaned as a strange but familiar feeling ran through your body.

You hadn't had sex in a long time and having something like this now overstimulated your senses to the limit. You moved your hips forward and the delicious feeling gave you goosebumps. Your fingers dug into his forearms while he still held you tightly by the hips and you took full advantage of the fact that you were in charge.

Even though you could feel him bucking beneath you and throwing his head back. The water had long since mixed with the blood of his victims and you didn't care that it stuck to your palms, it just gave you a forbidden and disgusting kick.

"A'thaen," you gasped lustfully and moved faster. He growled and forced you to move even faster. Your mouth fell open again, it was so much, he was so much. His mandibles were wide open and came dangerously close to your face, but it didn't matter. You knew he wouldn't hurt you and you were too caught up in your intoxication.

You gasped and a scream escaped your lungs as his fangs dug into your shoulder and left his mark on you.

Your clitoris rubbed against his lower abdomen, making you even wetter. You rubbed yourself against him like an animal and felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. You forgot the world around you as everything contracted and you didn't care much as your fingernails dug into his scaly skin and you moaned loudly as your orgasm flooded you with happiness hormones. A'thaen did the same. His claws pecked you as he came inside you, growling and snorting deeply.

You clung to his neck and tried to calm your rapid heartbeat. A'thaen's heartbeat was also uncontrollable and it was still twitching inside you. Sweat ran down your face and you just realized what you, you, had done. You were now tied to him. The four red dots on your shoulder made it pretty clear.

Gently but firmly, A'thaen grabbed your neck and forced you to look at him.

"You belong to me now," he growled and you just nodded and moaned as you felt his cock getting hard again inside you. He would now show you every day who you belonged to and you didn't mind. You were excited about the future with your companion.

Part 2 ?

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Kisses & Bitmarks

Warning: Derek is secretly a softy, obliviously in love, mutual pinning, confessions, Stiles being a horny bitch (only a little), Scott being a dummy, Derek is still an Alpha, everyone is alive Summary: In a series of unfortunate events, Stiles finds himself with the bite of the wolf. After the shift, he needs an Alpha to coach his control. Scott is NO help AT ALL. NOT PROOFREAD

≫ ────── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ────── ≪ "Derek, I can help."

"No, stay here."

"Derek-" Stiles grumbles as the alpha turns to scowl at him. "Scott, will you tell him I can help?"

Scott squirms where he stands just a few feet away, "I think you should stay here, dude."

"Dude," Stiles gasps hands coming up in his exasperation to slap down on his sides. "Who's side are you on?"

"A feral alpha, who has already killed and eaten four hikers, is not something that involves defenses humans."

"First, ouch. How dare you, I'm not defenseless when all of you are there. Second, I'm the one who tracked his guy down and I want to help."

"First," Derek bites back getting in his face, frustration and annoyance coming off him in waves, making his betas cower a bit. "You are defenseless which is why me, Scott, or someone else is always with you to make sure you get out alive. If you're there, their focus isn't on the extremely dangerous alpha. Second, you've already helped, so shut up, sit in your jeep, and let us kill the damn thing without you being underfoot." Derek growled through fitted teeth.

To anyone who just met Derek, they'd be pissing their pants if they were in his shoes. Derek being angry for receiving lip and getting in his face, primal growls and glowing fire in his eyes. Hell, if this was a few years ago, Stiles would be pissing himself right now.

But this is Derek, and Stiles knows Derek well enough to say that half of Derek's attitude and threats are out of love and worry. As strange as that sounds. And it is probably not any surprise, to the wolves at least, that Stiles isn't scared by his fangs and claws anymore.

His body still reacts to it, just not the way it used to.

It's hot, okay, don't judge him!

Stiles gave in, not in the mood anymore to argue, and grumbled like a pouting child. Not that he wouldn't argue the hell out of Derek, it's his favorite pastime. But he didn't wanna be around Derek when he was just intimated into arousal by him. Kind of embarrassing.

Stiles knew Derek knew, but Derek never said anything, thank god. He'd rather keep what little friendship with Derek he had than ruin it by things getting awkward. If Derek gave him the mercy of pretending he couldn't hear his heartbeat when he came into the room, or smell the on his flesh when Derek gave him the attention that excited him(sexually or otherwise). As long as Derek didn't totally hate him, he was okay.

Without another word, the wolves followed Derek and Scott into the woods to hunt this guy down.

Somehow by the magic of Stile's research skills and limited knowledge about the attacks, Stiles was able to track down the name of the alpha. He was the alpha of a modest pack residing in a town a few counties north of Beacon Hills. The pack mainly consisted of family and close friends, who Stiles found recent death certificates for. Meaning hunters likely track them down, and well. . . you know. Somewhere along the way, the alpha lost his mind, going feral.

Stiles moped in the jeep, feeling useless to the pack. He hated feeling like a damsel that needed to be protected. Derek was right, even if he didn't want to admit it. Everyone always ends up sticking by him to keep him safe when shit hits the fan, always underfoot when pressures are high. He knows it is unnecessary guilt, that he can't help being human, and the others have never really complained. At least not to his face about it.

He still feels like he could be doing more. There are benefits to him being human, pushing mountain ash, and taking care of wolvesbane obstacles the wolves can't. He just had this pit in his stomach that left him wanting to feel a part of something. He's kept around for his useful research and the benefit of his humanity, and Scott. Nothing else, and he knows it. But it’s nice to play pretend every once in a while.

His train of thought was derailed by a nasty howl echoing over the treetops. Stiles, before even thinking about it, stepped out of the jeep onto the pavement. His heart began to pound and he said a silent prayer that nobody was hurt. Although, even in his human ears, that howl didn't sound like any of the pack. They must have caught up to the alpha.

Stiles took a moment to realize that the sun had set completely, meaning he's been sitting here for at least an hour. A second howl sounded, and his head turned towards it. It sounded closer. Way closer.

The alpha was moving, and fast. Probably running away from the pack. Stiles stomach twisted at the fruition that it was coming his way. He climbed back into the jeep and thought about starting it up and moving out of the way of danger.

He struggled to fish his keys out of his pocket, panting in sudden adrenalin.

As the keys set in the transmission and turned, the jeep sputtered to life and a groan reached his ears. That didn't sound like the metallic grind and grown the old girl made when she started up, it sounded animalistic.

Terrified, stiles turned his head. He was frozen, when just outside the driver-side door was a beast that could put Peter’s alpha form to shame. Snarling and drooling at the sight of him.

Its sight is based on movement, no sudden movements.

No wait that's Jurassic Park, shit!

Before Stiles could even think, even hope for a rescue, the door was ripped away, tugging the whole jeep a few inches with it.

Claws and fangs dug into his flesh, pulling him in from the vehicle and onto the hard pavement below. The iron-tight jaw around his leg pulled back and was suddenly ripping into his abdomen.

Stiles let out a blood-curling scream, pushing away at the rabid wolf. He heard a distant howl and prayed they didn't find him in pieces.

His life flashed before his eyes; the face of his mother, father, Scott, Derek, Lydia. He cried out fearing what would happen to them when he was in the alpha's stomach.

Like hell, he was gonna be an easy meal. The bit down on the pain and scratched and punched with all this strength.

The alpha was fed up and lifted Stiles from the ground, shaking him dizzy and tossing him aside. Stiles rolled on the pavement. Landing on his stomach, his head turned to the jeep. He saw the beast standing in a pool of blood, a trail leading the the blood that began to pool under him. His vision began to cloud, and his senses were fading. He heard the alpha sniff and growl, then heavy footsteps coming closer. He couldn't move.

His eyes grew heavy and everything went dark and numb.

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When Stiles woke up he was in his bed. His mind was foggy from sleep. The only thing he knew was he had to pee. He stumbled out of bed, shuffling to the door and into the hall.

He had only half a mind to notice the voices of this father and Scott downstairs. Groggy and still so unaware of the events last night.

After relieving himself, he turned to wash his hands. He felt his heart jump at the sight of blood under his nails, looking at himself in the mirror it all came flooding bad to him.

The monster alpha, the teeth, the claws.

He lifted his shirt looking down to where his life was bleeding out of him at one point. His eyes found his own again and they glowed a bright gold. He panted and collapsed against the wall.

No, no no no, this can't be happening. He didn't want this.

"Stiles," He heard Scott's voice. He zeroed in on the sounds and smells in the house. The fan in his dad's room buzzing softly, the coffee on the kitchen table where he was sure his father and Scott had just been, the heartbeats standing at the bottom of the stairs, the soft creak in the third step as someone began coming up.

The next thing that assaulted his senses was the revolting smell of Scott.

"Stay away!" Stiles panicked as he felt claws pushing out at his fingertips, and fangs drop into place in his mouth. He felt a wave of uncertainty, displeasure, and fear. The footsteps on the stairs stopped and he sighed looking around in panic.

He felt the instinct to run, run where he didn't know. The animalistic instinct in him told him to run just as it told him to breathe. Something in Scott's scent made him feel unsettled and afraid.

"Stiles, we've been through this before, remember? You taught me to control it." He hears Scott sigh and even his soft nervous gulp. "Find your anchor, tie yourself to it."

Stiles nodded, knowing Scott or his father couldn't see it. He focused on his father, his scent, and his heartbeat. He smelled his aftershave and cologne, the coffee on his breath, the gunpowder and detergent on his hands. He listened to his erratic heart and how it beat quickly with worry and fear.

"Stiles," Scott tested softly, bearly a whisper that Stiles could hear as clear as day. "You need to calm down."

"Not helping!" Stiles snapped, voice slurred through the fangs he wasn't used to having. Something in him pushed a defensive growl from his throat. Realizing what he was doing only a second later he let out an apologetic whimper.

Stiles wondered why it was his body, his wolf, that hated Scott's scent so much, and why it made him feel so sick. Why Scott's comforting voice in his ears made him feel so volatile and angry. He needed to get away from it, it made him feel scared.

He remembered something Derek had said to the others about the instinct of a wolf always being in your best interest. Even if it is something you can't follow through with, acknowledge the instinct and consider it.

If his wolf needed to get away then he will. He stood quickly and dashed to his room, following the wolf's lead. He trusted it entirely.

"Stiles?" Scott cried coming up the stairs.

"Son?" The panic and confusion in his father's voice made him whime, but he couldn't control himself right now. His father's safety was always his top priority.

He let the wolf take him through the window, and jumped down into the side yard, b-linding the woods behind his house. He didn't know where he was going, but just needed to get away from Scott.

Fully shifted, he ran faster than he ever had before. Heart thumping and pounding in his ears. He smelled the woods, the dirt under his bare feet, the pine and oak, the musk of the animals that lingered, and the petricore like never before. He felt the wind on his face and smiled. If this is what he was missing out on this whole time maybe he should've asked for the bite sooner.

His feet slowed on their own, and he realized where he was. A few blocks from Derek's loft! He'd run that far that fast?

He picked his pace back up and ran like hell. If this is where his wolf wanted to be, this is where he would be.

Skipping a step at a time he made his way up, too much energy to sit around waiting for the elevator.

"What do you mean he's gone?" He hears Derek growl. There was a power in the growl that made his wolf purr. "You were supposed to talk to him, coach him through the shift!"

"Derek!" He called.

"He's here." He said, tone as though he didn't believe it. "No, stay there, if he's agitated, I'll deal with it. No one needs to get hurt.

Stiles flung open the door watching Derek strolling down the stairs and putting his phone away in his pocket. Derek slowly and cautiously approached, eyes concerned.

"I hated it." Stiles panted lightly. He felt a need for Derek to understand what was happening, to guide him on what to do.

"Hated what?"

"Scott," Stiles sighed stepping fully into the loft. "His scent, his voice telling me to calm down. It made me afraid and angry. The wolf just wanted to run away, and I tried to fight it and get control like Scott was telling me but it just made it worse. God, I wanted to rip his throat out with my teeth! Huh, I sound like you now. And I- I remembered you telling Erica and the guys about the wolf's instincts and how you should always trust it, so I jumped out of my window. Oh, god, wow, I jumped out a window! I didn't even think, I-nothing broke. Or maybe it healed? I don't know, but I started running, and I ended up here. Derek," He took a breath, eyes glossy. "What do I do?"

Derek just stared at him for a long moment.

"Derek?" Stiles's voice was soft now, his breathing slowing to normal.

Derek's heartbeat was fast, his eyes searched Stiles for a moment before he looked away with a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"I-" He huffed. "I thought Scott would be your alpha."

"He isn't?"

"Not if you wanted to rip his throat out when he asked you to calm down."

"Huh." Stiles nodded. "That makes sense."

Derek chuckled dryly.

"Wow," Stiles sighed taking a deep breath. "You smell good. You always smell this good? Is it the new nose?"

Derek sighed, face falling. Like Stiles had disappointed him somehow. His wolf whined in the back of his mind.

'Please the alpha.'

He gulped and frowned a little.

"Did I do something wrong? You can't get mad at me dude, I'm new to this."

"No, you just-" He cut himself off.

"Come on Derek, I'm kind of relying on you completely here." Stiles stepped closer and Derek stepped back. Stiles's eyes began to water and he didn't know why. He felt alone and pitiful all of a sudden.

Derek watched his reaction curiously.

"What are you feeling?" He asked hesitantly like he didn't really want to know the answer. "Your instincts, what do you want? What is your wolf telling you you need?" He clarified.

"I-" Stiles stubbled back and frowned, a tear running down his cheek. His wolf's howls in the back of his mind made him each with the feeling he just lost something. "To be close to you. But I feel cold, lonely, all of a sudden."

Derek blinked a couple times and tilted his head down, just slightly.

"I feel alone, I feel-" Stiles stopped, not knowing the words that could describe it.

"Stiles," He spoke gently like his voice could crack Stiles into a million pieces if he spoke loud enough. "Don't think about the works, just the feeling. The words will come to you, trust the wolf."

Stiles curled in on himself for a bit before letting his eyes fall to the floor. He stood still, focusing on the cold feeling in his chest. The wolf whined and whimpered like a dying animal in the face of a predator.

'Rejected. Omega.'

"Rejected and omega come to mind." His voice barely broke from his throat.

Derek's breath hitched in his throat, looking at Stiles with an indescribable intensity.

"Please the alpha."

"Stiles," Derek's voice was hoarse as he was willing it to say something it didn't want to. "You-" He stopped himself again.

"Derek, what do I do?" Stiles didn't understand why he started crying, he felt too senseless despite all the new strength in his body.

"I," Derek paused. "I don't want you to think this is anything more than an alpha and beta relationship. I think it's maybe best if you called Sc-"

"What?" Stiles looked up at him. He felt anger and confusion seep into him. "You want to reject me as your beta be-because I like you?"

Derek shuddered for a moment. "I didn't say that, I-"

"Said we're only alpha and beta, yeah I got that," Stiles growled. "I figured you never said anything 'cause you didn't want things to be awkward between us, I get it- I'm not the most appealing candidate, but this is so much fucking worse, Derek. This is fucking petty."

"Stiles." Derek warned.

"I don't know what I'm doing!"Stiles cried. "I'm scared, I need you to guide me-help me! I know you don't care the way I care, I'm fine with that," He ignored the blip in his heart. "I can be just your friend, I have been and it was fine, but I need you-"

"Stiles," Derek's eyes widened as he looked him over, drinking in the confession. "What is it you want from me?"

"Help!" Stiles snapped like it was obvious because he thought it was. "I-"

"No," Derek shook his head, daring a few steps forward. "Not what I meant. Forget the wolves, just you and me. What do you want with me?"

Stiles gulped, nervous and scared of more rejection.

"You." He shrugged, he was tired all of a sudden.

"Stiles," Derek pleased, a look in his eye that made him swoon. "Please, don't beat around the bush."

"I want-" He hesitated, afraid. "I want to be with you."

Derek, stepped closer, a look in his eye that made Stiles twitchy.

"I want to, sit and talk about stupid shit that doesn't matter. I want to argue over Batman versus Superman. I want to argue over what movie to watch. I want you to meet my dad- like actually. Not just talking to him about how to deal with the monster of the week. I want you to hold me as we fall asleep. I want you-"

Derek was kissing him.

His hands cupped his cheeks and drew him closer, breathing him in. Stiles melted into it, calming all his nerves in a single second.

His wolf purred as it took in the scent and feel of his alpha's body against his.

Stiles pawed and his chest and followed his lips and he pulled away.

Derek chuckled, low and happy watching him. Stiles opened his eyes and looked up into Dereks.

"Wh-"

"I thought it was just sexual." Derek frowns for a moment. "If I had known you wanted more I-" He sighed. "Still probably wouldn't have done anything."

"Why not?" Stiles grumbled in slight offense. Although part of him, knowing how Derek had been used in the past, made him feel guilty for it having seemed that way. Even though he thought everything was blatantly obvious and that was never his intention.

" You're seventeen, and your fathers the sheriff." He blinked plainly.

"Oh," Stiles chuckled awkwardly. "Right."

"I'm sorry," Derek wavered.

"So you'll be my alpha?"

"Yeah."

"And. . maybe my mate."

Derek gave him a pointed stare.

"What?" Stiles frowned. "Isn't that just wolfie talk for dating?"

"No," Derek laughed, honest to god laughed. Stile thought he would faint. "No, It's more like marriage- with a lot of sex."

"Well, in that case," Stiles smirked, earning an eye-roll. "All that's can wait a year."

Derek laughed again.

"Yeah, sure." He nodded. "We'll see how it goes."

Stiles broke into a wide grin, jumped up flinging his arms around Derek and breathing in his scent. Stiles took note of the woodsy smell, the lavender, dirt, leather, and rich cologne pressed into his flesh. He decided it was his new favorite, and the wolf agreed.

"You're never getting rid of me now!"

"Wouldn't dream of it." Derek held tighter.

Stiles smelled something sour all of a sudden, "What's wrong?"

"You're quick to pick up on things, aren't you." Derek hummed on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked more firmly as the scent became stronger.

"When I heard you scream, I thought- I found you," Derek paused to take a breath. Move his hand to his shoulder to feel his heart beating. "I thought we were too late."

"You could hear my heart beating though, right?"

"Didn't mean you'd make it through the night. You bled so much." Derek sniffled. "I thought it would be safer for you to stay behind and wait for us, but-"

"You couldn't have known."

"Doesn't matter." He mumbled, "I thought I lost you.

"Der,"

"Safe to say you're sticking with me from now on."

Stiles chuckled at that. He held tighter and literally purred. Which made Derek shudder closer humming in contentment.

"You're a tough son of a bitch though. Even as a human, you made it easy for us to kill the bastard."

"What?" Stiles pulled back to look him in the eye.

"How much do you remember?" Stiles shrugged trying to think, It was all kind of a blur to him now. "You scratched the hell out of his face. Eyes, ears. The only thing that wasn't fucked up by the time we got there was his nose."

"He didn't heal?"

"Didn't have time before I ripped his throat out." Stiles laughed, the irony of it all made his wolf preen for the man who lost his shit to protect him. "You had his eyeball in your hand when we got to you. Scratched it out."

"Holy shit!"

"If you weren't actively dying at the time I would've had time to feel proud," Derek smirked, and Stiles felt weak in the knees.

Derek chuckled pressing closer.

"So no sex obviously no sex for a while- taking things slow and all," He mused. "But, like, how about another smooch?"

Derek grins leaning in to oblige.

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"You and Derek what?" Scott cried, eyes wide as if he honestly;y had no fucking clue.

"Finally." The rest of the room groaned in unison.

"I was gonna hit you if you didn't make a move soon." Lydia rolled her eyes at him.

Stiles just smiled, looking over at Derek who smiled back with a wink. ≫ ────── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ────── ≪

•Kermitts Masterlist•

[avocadoguru]

He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. At Silver Wolf Preserve National Forest, hikers and day visitors are warned to stay on the marked trails. This huge oasis of natural wilderness is like a dream come true for Y/N, the newest stationed forest range officer. A trained survivalist, she can identify species of birds, reptiles, mammals, and plants from sight alone. She knows how to build a fire, climb a tree, make a shelter from only what the forest can provide, and forage for food. As much confidence as she has in herself, she knows the forest, mountains, and wildlife are due respect. That's why when she hears a cry of distress from what appears to be a stray pup, she ignores the procedure and heads out to inspect in off limits territory without wasting valuable time to call in reinforcement, suspecting poachers. What she stumbles upon instead unveils an unexplored depth of the forest under the full moon, one she never would've imagined.

A/N: This fic is co-written by @fkinavocado & @gurugirl, hence @avocadoguru. Make sure to follow us both here and on wattpad as to be notified for updates!

Warnings & themes: 18+ (please NO minors!!!), smut, werewolf x human reader, slow burn, angst, violence, alternate universe (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Masterlist:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 - updated September 6th

[mellowwillowy]

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒: 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙

GN Alpha Reader x Virgin Alpha Jade

GN Idol Reader x Fan-boy Floyd

GN Brothel Owner Reader x Mafia Azul

(Virgin) Alpha Jade and Alpha Reader! The two of you met in the mountain when you were sleeping while Jade was trying to rub his heat out. You definitely caught him by surprise as you suddenly popped out of nowhere. It made him wonder why he didn't notice your presence earlier until you told him that you were sleeping with a magic barrier to protect yourself from wild animals and bugs. The barrier also concealed your presence which caused Jade to fail to notice you.

You offered him your hand-crafted suppressants and although Jade was unwilling, he still drank it.

"So I assume you are in heat as well for carrying extras around?"

"Yeah and taking a break in the mountain feels nice, it's chill and windy most times unless it's Summer."

The two of you decided to hike and camp together, apparently Jade learned that you were not an avid hiker but did enjoy the view nonetheless. It was disappointing but at least he found himself a company.

"I'm actually older than you so show some respect to your elder and help me set the tent up 'kay? I'll nap first."

And a bit annoying. He felt like giving you a nasty remark to retort you but decided to be 'a good little brother'. Setting the tent up was not tiring and besides, he owed you the suppressant so he figured this was a way to pay you back.

Night came and the two of you were preparing dinner together. Instant cup noodles and marshmallows along with some hot tea. Jade learned another thing from you again, it appeared that you were a smoker as well.

"Want one?" You offered him one as one was in your mouth.

"I don't smoke."

"Healthy. Stay away from it, Jade." You lit up the cigarette as he cleaned up the messes you two had. You fished a bag of marshmallows out of your bag and showed it to him.

Jade raised his eyebrows and nodded in approvement. Another snack. You used magic to gather all the fallen leaves and branches in front of you and gave him a show of lighting it up with your magic-imbued cigarette. If he had to be honest, what you showed didn't rub him in the wrong way. He would have considered you to be a show off in literally anything if he was unbiased to you.

Instant noodles, a bag of marshmallows, and soon, alcohol from your bag. The night was long. Even with the suppressant, the two of you still made out in the wild. The suppressants were still working so the blame was on the alcohol.

"I've said this before but you have a huge cock you know? Imagine waking up to a view of a handsome young man fishing his cock above me, hm?"

And you were quite the promiscuous one.

Your finger playfully teased his tip and all erogenous zone as though you had slept with him for years, knowing his way in and out.

"Y-you seem to be very well-skilled."

"Oh trust me I've fucked alphas countless times." You smiled against his lip, pressing a light kiss on his lip. Unwilling to lose, his hands snaked toward you without direction.

The truth was that Jade was a virgin. He had no experience and you just took his first kiss. Did he seriously just lose his first kiss and handjob to a random alpha in the mountain? Could he not have it a better way?

You guided his hand to wherever you found pleasurable, relishing in his red face and trembling fingers. He was too cute for his own good and you decided to stop right before he could come. A whine slipped past his lip and you pressed another kiss on him, "You are a virgin aren't you? I'd rather not take your first time then."

It all went too fast. You pulled up his pants, wiped the sweats off his face, gave him a peck on his cheek, and walked into your tent before he could complain.

Jade thought he might have accidentally eaten a hallucinogen from the mushroom he picked on his way up and that you never existed because the next day he woke up, you were already gone.

But when he saw a jar of suppressants inside his jacket's pocket, he knew it wasn't a hallucination. As addicting as those mushrooms were, he also found you addicting. Jade didn't show it but he damn well wanted to sink his cock into you and your heart in his mouth now.

And finding you would not be that hard when he had all sorts of relations right?

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Fanboy Floyd and Idol Reader! Floyd would never sleep without binge-watching videos about you. It was his routine. Almost like a 'pray before sleep'. He'd blast your music out loud whenever Jade was out or dance slightly to your performance while he worked in Mostro Lounge. All his allowance and paychecks went to you.

One time he busted all his savings just to win the VC lottery. He was practically all nervous and stoned up in the call until Jade, Azul and you managed to ease him down. The call only made him fall harder for you and in accordance to plan, Floyd was notably the top spender so you were most likely to have remembered him.

Make a great impression so that you will remember him!

He spent the whole ten minutes doing that while Jade and Azul monitored him from the sides. If they had to be frank, Floyd's money was enough already as it was but they decided to be an angel and made it look like he had a chance to woo you. He was that delusional.

"Oh? Well, let me tell you a secret, next month I'll be performing somewhere near you. Don't tell this to others okay? The PR team will nag me all the time~"

Convenient lie, they thought but for Floyd who was blind in love, he interpreted this as something else. He was beyond help and they could only sigh. Just a month later, Floyd had already secured the VIP seats and the chance to meet you in private thanks to Papa Leech. Jade and Azul were allowed to see you so they were also there to accompany Floyd again.

Floyd shook both of your hands like maracas, his mouth never stopped professing his awe and love to you. You seemed undeterred by his parasocial behaviors. Professional to the core perhaps? But the two of them were proven to be wrong when your words came out to be enabling his parasocial behaviors instead of the classic generic answers.

Your eyes locked with them and it glinted something ominous. The moment the three of you locked eyes, they knew it was already too late to drag Floyd out of your grasp. They should have stopped him when they could yet they also decided to enable him.

The three of you enable him because of love. Be it platonic, familial or narcicism.

"Floyd is such a good boy, no?”

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Azul and Brothel Owner Reader! Azul was there not for sex but rather because of the client's preference. Disgusting pervert who groped women all day and night, threw money, and wasted a lot on alcohol and drugs. Azul would never stoop so low until he saw you. Unlike the touchy women and men wearing skimpy outfits and doused in heavy perfume, you came out fresh. Your perfume smelled light but impactful, your makeup wasn't that bold; seeing you clad in such a pristine long gown made him think that you were just a random lost angel until you introduced yourself as the brothel owner.

Owner...? Someone so... traditional like you?

It appeared that you were well acquainted with his client as you addressed him informally, contrasting your treatment to Azul. You introduced yourself to him and so did he.

"Underground work too? This brothel offers you services for laundering and many more..." You chuckled as you shook his hand. Azul noted how your hand wasn't as soft as he expected it to be. Unlike the manicured nails of the others, yours were trimmed short and undecorated.

"I'll remember that." Azul flashed you his trademark smile. You pulled your hand away and Azul wished he could have held it longer. Even if it wasn't soft, it was still warm for him.

You sat across from your colleague and had a light chat with him before turning your attention to Azul. There was eye contact between you and your colleague as though you two were talking in signals.

"Don't fret, I'm not going to kill you or hold you captive," you chuckled again from how he tensed up, "I was just looking for my chances to take you in as my client as well but it appeared that I might not be able to."

Client? As in one of the brothel's clients?

"The underground world has always fascinated me. It's all so structured yet one push from the outer force is all we need, like Jenga."

Ah. Work. Of course. For someone who smelled so nice and looked so gentle and dainty, you were the straightforward type.

The night ended with his client dead drunk and dragged into one of the VIP rooms. You offered Azul to stay but he decided to not risk it and leave. He left that night but he came back the next night under the pretense that he wanted to relieve himself. Noting him as a VIP guest, you naturally greeted him and chatted with him for a moment before finally leaving him.

The same routine was done every time he visited but the difference was how long you entertained him. You seemed to have picked his intention up earlier than he expected. It was an innocent intention but it appeared your intention contrasted his.

You led him into believing he had a chance. You led him deeper into the brothel. You poked the Jenga. Him, the vital piece to the structure. Now that you had his heart and his trust, it would be very fun to destroy the whole stack. To watch the perfectly structured Jenga crumbled down.

You had always been fascinated by the underground world and he finally gave you the thrill of pushing and pulling the Jenga.

[meguwumibear]

wc 2.3k and contains: noncon, knotting, piv sex, alpha!megumi, human!reader, yandere themes, written with a female reader in mind, baby's like second time writing smut, i think that’s everything but always happy to add or tag new warnings if i missed anything

On a dark winter night, you come to him, lost and oh so terribly alone. The Japanese Alps are a common place for hikers to traipse. Always have been. Many come to make pilgrimage to the Buddhist temple that sits atop the holy Mount Tate. Others come to extract raw goods. They mine the minerals from the mountains and hunt the wildlife for sport and game. The discovery of a wolf pack nestled deep within its mountain ranges only served to alter common tourist paths, not deter travelers from them completely.

 You are not like the usual adventurers. You are a small and fragile thing, even if you seem to think otherwise. Even if you think you are big and tough and strong, you are not. He will prove this to you time and time again with his own muscles and teeth and claws.

Human flesh bruises so easily, tears at the slightest bit of pressure. He has to remind himself to mind his teeth when he sinks his incisors into the thin skin of your neck. You have not learned what it means to submit yet, so he presses your cheek to the grass for you. He grants himself the access he needs to bite.

He does not mean to claim you. There are betas back at the compound that he can fuck, omegas for him to mate. Seasoned and well trained wolves that understand their place and their role in a pack. Beasts that will drop to all fours and present themselves to him, head down, ass up, back arched.

You are not the first human he meets. You’re not even the first human he knots. His pack keeps several on reserve at the compound. They exist to help their alphas through their ruts and their omegas through their heats. And they expertly execute their assigned duties. Defiance has been taken from them. With a bit of punishment and reinforcement, they learn.

The assimilation of humans into packs was necessary. Because wolves can’t bond with humans. Not really. Not the way they can another wolf. Humans don’t have scent glands for wolves to puncture and no amount of chewing or gnawing or knotting would change that.

Which means that your sent will remain your own, even once it starts to mingle with his, no matter how many times he sinks his teeth into you. His mark and claim will never take completely. It will never be skin deep. You will never fully be his. His bond with you is surface level. All evidence of it will fade if he doesn’t consistently trap you beneath his jaws. And you are oh so very stubborn.

The first time he takes you is the hardest. He does what he can to prep you for him, but your submission does not come easily. You fight against him and your nature. You thrash and wiggle beneath him, beating your fists into the ground, clawing earnestly at the loose bits of dirt. All of your squirming nurtures his prey instinct, but he fights against it as best he can. Part of him wants to release you to revel in a true chase. Instead, he presses your writhing form to the ground with his chest as he rids you of your clothes.

He does what he can to sooth you. Cards his fingers through your hair, strokes gently down your arms. The humans back at the compound seem to enjoy when he tends to them this way. It helps them relax. With a few simple caresses and a bit of patience, a human will submit to their alpha. It’s only natural after all.

Pack humans understand what’s in their nature. You do not.

Megumi’s never had to break a human in before. He’s always just enjoyed the fruits of the other wolves’ labor. He thinks he’d like to train you, to teach you to bare your neck, to reward your obedience and punish your defiance. If you were an omega, he’d press your nose against his neck and let you breathe in his calming scent. His pheromones would make you soft and pliant, eager to take his knot.

Omegas may be easier, but Megumi knows how and where to touch a woman. He’s had plenty of practices with the humans back home. He ghosts his fingers gently between your folds, rubs tiny circles into your clit, and soon enough you’re dripping for him.

“It’s okay,” he coos. He can smell your fear. Ripe and rotten like spoiled fruit. You won’t be able to handle him in this state. He needs to placate you further. “It’s natural to like this. You’re wired to. All humans are. You can’t help it.”

When your protests don’t end, he continues.

“Doesn’t this feel good?” he asks as he sinks a single finger inside your hot, slick core. It slips in easily, despite your thrashing. He has your belly pressed against the damp grass to limit your wriggling. His own bare chest is flush against your back. Weight, he’s learned can be comforting to an anxious human; they have a unconscious, unspoken need to be swaddled. “Don’t you want to be bred? Don’t you want to me mine?”

You have just enough strength left in you to whimper out a strained no. To curse him out. He lets you struggle beneath him, chuckling quietly to himself as you tire yourself out pushing against the forest floor, clawing away at the cold soil. The underbrush shifts around you as you stamp yourself into the foliage. Saplings will sprout here in a few weeks, their roots nurtured by your tears.

Patience is a virtue, and time is on his side. He can afford to wait out this tantrum of yours.

When your movements begin to slow, he lines himself up with your entrance. It isn’t ideal; he’d like to slip in another finger and test the give of your walls, but you aren’t making things easy for him, and his dick is so fucking swollen with blood and need if he doesn't fuck you soon he might knot from heavy petting.

“This is where you belong. Under an alpha. Under me.” His breath is hot against the shell of your ear. It’s what you try to focus on as he slowly sinks his tip inside you, stretching you open on the fattened head of his cock. You’re wet from his ministrations, but not enough to completely sooth the ache of taking an alpha’s cock.

Two juxtaposing groans fill the air. His satisfied and pleased. Yours distressed and pained.

He noses at your neck to take in your scent as he rocks his tip softly in and out of you, hoping his restraint will relax you. It was your scent that sealed your fate. Under the fading trace of your fragrant deodorant: you. Nicer than any of the humans he has back at the compound. Nicer than any of the omegas too. You don’t understand the importance of this, but he knows this means you’re compatible. This means you were created for him.

He wants to take his time with you. He really truly does. But he can’t help but think that the anticipation of taking his knot is partly, if not completely, responsible for your nervousness. Would it not be kinder then, to simply get the initial breech over with?

You scream as he buries himself inside of you. He does it quickly, presses his entire length into you all at once, cooing at you as he slides in. Your walls tighten in protest, doing what they can to force him out. Your scent is pungent and panicked, even when his movements cease. He’s never smelled anything like it before. The pack humans always smell so sweet like honey and sunshine and home. You are poison on his tongue.

Eventually, your pussy begins to adjust to his girth, loosening its hold on his cock. He resumes his thrusting then, slow and gentle like a human might. Salty tears streak down your cheeks as you sob so violently your entire body shakes. The humans at the compound enjoy when he talks them through this. He tries to do that for you now.

“Shh, shh, I know. It’s okay. You’re taking me so well.”

His placation is met with a grunt of protest. Nothing he can’t fuck out of you.

“Don’t fight it,” he says as his fingers find their way back to your clit. He strokes the swollen nub a few times encouragingly, reveling in the way your walls begin to clench around him. “I’m gonna take such good care of you. You’ll want for nothing. I’m-SHIT,” he can feel his resolve crumbling as your pussy milks him, “fuck-I’m gonna make you cum.”

The thought of him forcing and orgasm out of you spikes your adrenaline again. The arm he has wrapped firmly around your belly prevents you from crawling out from under him, but damn do you put up a fight.

He licks soothingly at your neck—where your scent glad would be if you were an omega. Your sweat is sour and bitter. The fact that he’s been unable to earn your submission makes his stomach drop. He is an alpha. He’s supposed to take care of his pack. That includes you now, even if you haven’t fully accepted it yet.

“M-UGH-my name’s Megumi,” he says. “You can call me that if you’d like. My packs not too far from here. I’ll take you there when we’re finished here. Help you build a nest.”

Humans are supposed to be introduced to pack concepts slowly, but there’s no sense in holding anything back from you now. Not while he can feel the beginnings of his knot catching on your entrance with each new stroke.

“Ever taken a knot before?” he asks. City wolves aren’t common, but they do exist. It’s possible you’ve met and fucked one.

He doesn’t expect a response but you’re shaking your head no. Your responsiveness is a good sign. It shows a willingness to please.

To reward you, he slows his movements and stops swiping at your clit. It stalls his own impending climax, but it’s worth it if he can get you to truly submit.

“You’ll like it,” he promises, burying his nose in the crook of your neck again; he can't get enough of your scent, bitter as it may be. “You’ll see. You’ll learn. You don’t belong with humans. You belong here, beneath me, naked and neck bared. Nothing will feel more right to you than your submission. I promise.”

He kisses what skin he can reach. Your right cheek, then the left, the tip of your forehead, each straining shoulder blade. It’s a human courting tradition, not a wolf one, but the familiarity of it seems to have a calming effect on you. He presses another kiss to your neck before biting gently at your ear with his teeth.

And, there it is. Quiet but audible to his wolf ears. A moan. Not in protest. But in pleasure.

“You like that?” he hums working your earlobe between his teeth again. Your pussy flutters sweetly around him as he licks a stripe up the shell of it. He wonders if any human has ever touched you like this before. They can be so prudish about spit and sweat.

While you’re distracted by his kisses, he picks up the pace of his thrusts, drilling into you with purpose, hips smacking loudly against your ass. It takes him a few strokes to hit the right spot inside you, but he feels your whole body tense once he does.

“That’s it,” he coos. You’re close. He can feel it. At the rate he’s going, it won’t take long for you to cum. He presses his thumb more firmly to your clit and rubs small, soothing circles into it. You’re overly sensitive, even without cumming, so he keeps the circles slow yet steady.

“M-Megumi,” you whine, the sound like honey, thick and sweet. There’s still some resistance in you. Some fear too. But he’s starting to sense something else, something close to genuine arousal.

He sniffs at your skin again, assessing, and is pleased to discover that your scent is changing. Still a bit sour but the sharpness of it is fading. You’re starting to smell like the woods around you. You’re starting to smell like him.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so, so well for me. Taking me like you were made for me.”

He’s panting now, fighting tooth and nail to prevent himself from knotting until he’s gotten at least one orgasm out of you. As your fear ebbs, you become more responsive to his touch. You arch your back, allowing him to slip even deeper inside you. Your hips are moving now too, grinding against his fingers as he coaxes your orgasm out of you.

You cum with a harsh cry, spasming so intensely around him that his own release finds him before he’s able to completely fuck you through yours. His mind goes blank as he forces his knot into your tight, untrained hole. Hot, sticky cum floods your pussy and is held there by his swollen cockhead.

Alpha cum is laced with calming pheromones, but they seem to have little to no effect on you. His knot will be in you for at least the next half hour, so Megumi does what he can to calm your buzzing nerves.

“Did so well for me,” he mumbles into the top of your head. “Took my knot so well. It’ll be easier next time. Promise. Promise.”

It takes some time, but your shaking eventually subsides to brief, light tremors. He plays with your hair as you come down from your orgasm. At some point during the aftermath, he swears he feels you inch closer to him for comfort.

When he’s soft enough to pull out without hurting you, he does. Your cunt flutters around him as he slips out, almost as if it misses his thickness. You whimper a bit as he starts to rouse you, fight leaking from you like his spend does your pussy.

It doesn’t look like you can walk so he scoops you up into his arms. You curl instinctually into him, burying your face into his chest.

“Where we going?” you ask, voice muffled by his hulking form.

He smiles as he replies.

“Home.”

[thanksbulbapedia]

In Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire, there is an Easter egg findable in Rustboro City, involving the Ace Trainer who gives the player a Float Stone. After giving it to the player, he will explain its effect of halving the holder's weight. If the player then leaves and re-enters the floor, the Ace Trainer has turned into a Hiker, who tells that he has put on a lot of weight recently for some reason.

https://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Rustboro_City

[artificialmoth]

Descends like Jesus in your inbox

MOTH...... MY CHILD........ YOU MUST SPREAD YOUR DELTA/ALPHA/OMEGA PROPAGANDA.......

Ascends away

YEAHHHHH

Alpha/Omega/Delta, okay. Right? We got it? Hadjf LETS GO

They are SOO in love. Definitely like the old retired husbands of the Abbey(even if Delta's the only retired one).

They're like THE pinnacle of romance for a lot of ppl. The type where you go 'if they EVER break up, romance is dead.'

Out of the three of them, Omega's the only one with another partner that isn't a ghoul, it being Terzo. Alpha lovingly teases him about his human side piece, but if asked seriously, will insist that Terzo is just as important to their dynamic.

alpha also has a MAJORRR crush on terzo that he REFUSES to talk about.

Delta's quintessence, because for Me it manifests in premonitions, tends to be rlly finicky. He can either give accurate dates of events, or vague descriptions of them. It's usually near-future.

You already know this Aru BUT, he doesn't remember what he talks about when his quint is acting up, so usually he only recalls when he's informed of it. A few ghouls(Alpha, Omega, Aether, Ifrit, Dew and Mist) are given permission to record him during it.

The only premonition he remembers, is when he accurately predicted when the three older Emeritus brothers were going to be killed. He was alone, and he didn't tell anyone about it, to save the preemptive mourning. He also, years in advance, had a premonition of Copia!

Specifically his ascension to Papa. Delta was very confused, at the time Copia hadn't even come to the Abbey as Cardinal yet, so Delta hadn't met him or heard of him

Omega's the head of the hospital at the abbey. He takes his job EXTREMELY seriously, though Aether helps with it. Delta would've also been working there if his quint was viable for it. He still visits regularly, to bring Omega his lunch or try and coax him out for dinner.

Alpha does a bunch of odd-jobs around the abbey, though primarily he does a lot of handy-man repairs, on top of any guitar tech that needs done. Through winter he helps keep the abbey warm, alongside all the other fire ghouls. They can sustain going out in the cold temps for more firewood, and he keeps the main hearth in the chapel lit.

he also is the official un-official guard dog of the siblings. He sometimes disappears for a few hrs and shows back up saying there was "a small issue". That usually brings an unknown hiker corpse found later, dead to a presumed animal attack. It's never just a hiker. In my hc, Cowbell helps out, as the local woods cryptid, they inform Alpha if they catch an intruder scent.

Delta generally does a lot of little things around the abbey! Lots of helping out where he can, small busywork like replacing candles in the chapel, helping with laundry, dusting, etc. He enjoys it well enough. In the summer months, he's usually out in the lake diving, though. When his quint is forgiving, he spends a lot of time there. Some siblings will play fetch with him, too :D

ALSOOO In terms of timeline for them, Alpha and Omega were summoned first. They were all together in the pits, all three in some way having left or been kicked out of their previous packs.

They hadn't made it official, back then, but Delta had begun courting the two of them. Alpha and Omega were summoned together, an accidental mixup opened the summoning for quintessence and fire, and they got nabbed together.

Delta continued to add to the two piles of courting gifts for them, in hopes that if they ever returned, they'd accept his courting.

Topside, Alpha and Omega were initially furious. Every summoning, they watched and hoped their Delta would be the one to crawl through. Every time, they left with a different ghoul.

In the time it took for a new water ghoul to be summoned and for Delta to be the one nabbed, Alpha and Omega were silently accepted as a mated couple. Despite not being official, they were rarely seen apart for long, so everyone assumed.

The day Delta was summoned, they'd both felt ODD. Kinda like the feeling before a big storm, they knew something was going on, but assumed it was their hopes for Delta getting to them. After so many tries, they were starting to lose hope of ever seeing him.

So, when Alpha scented Delta, even though he was still slumped in the middle of the summoning circle, covered in muck and ash from the pits, he KNEW.

He broke from formation with the others, bolted for it the moment the circle was broken and he could enter. Omega followed shortly.

Everyone knew when they reacted like that, that whoever was just pulled from the pits, was IMPORTANT.

Delta clung to them, after. All three were crying, holding onto each other and trying to confirm it was real. That they were finally, FINALLY together again.

of course in a short while, Delta would undergo the experimental ritual to become quintessence. It would partially fail, permanently changing him, temporarily damaging his relationship with Alpha and Omega, and changing their lives as a whole.

But at that moment, none of them knew what the clergy would do to Delta, and just held each other.

The upside is, Delta is given favor from the clergy. They have hearts, kinda, and feel bad that it didn't kill him. To them, death was a blessing for this ghoul, neither quintessence nor water, plagued by visions of the future and with quint too powerful for his body.

Delta's made peace with himself, now. He doesn't trust the clergy, neither does Alpha, but he's also allowed to ask for anything he wants and it's usually given to him!

Delta did, however, almost take out half the abbey when he heard about Dew's transition. Several days were spent where his quint and water acted up. Violently. Severe flooding, and the abbey was completely cut off from the outside world. Power and flooding meant the roads leading away were flooded too bad to drive or navigate on, it was a complete blackout. The ground floors had a few inches of water for days, the oldest parts of the abbey had roofs caving in from the weight of the water.

No one could get close enough to try to calm him, until Omega did. Had Delta kept going, had Omega listened to the clergy's appeals to let him keep going and it'll stop, Delta would've burned out. A complete collapse of a star, he would've taken out the abbey with him. Omega managed to get close enough to spike him with enough quint to knock him out, which unfortunately meant both of them ended up unconscious.

Alpha was the second to go for Delta, refusing to wait while HIS mates were possibly in danger. He was the one to bring them back, practically burning with anger.

Delta was in a coma for a while. Omega woke up after a few days asleep, but Delta took longer. The amnt of quint his body burned through should've been catastrophic on him, no one's sure HOW he survived, but Omega and Alpha are relieved he did.

They love each other so much they'd die for one another.

Alpha and Delta had a rough go at it for a while, a period of time where Delta felt isolated not just from his pack but his own mates, while Alpha struggled with feeling like he couldn't protect Delta, not from the clergy. Omega, similarly, blamed himself, Delta's transition was directly linked to Omega over-doing it and being unable to use his quint or perform as a result, had he not pushed himself, Delta wouldn't have had to go thru with the ritual.

[tuppencetrinkets]

Sorted caps from The Walking Dead seasons 10 & 11, Walking Dead: Dead City S1, Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon S1 and Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live. You can also find sorted caps from TWD S 1, 2, 4, 5 and 7 here.

Aaron - Ross Marquand - 10,000

Alden - Callan McAuliffe - 2,000

Alpha - Samantha Morton - 4,000

Beale - Terry O'Quinn - 1,500

Carol - Melissa McBride - 16,000

Connie - Lauren Ridloff - 4,000

Daryl - Norman Reedus - 25,000

Elijah - Okea Eme-Akwari - 1,500

Eugene - Josh McDermitt - 14,000

Ezekiel - Khary Payton - 7,000

Gabriel - Seth Gilliam - 5,000

Hershel - Logan Kim - 1,000

Isabelle - Aerli Austen - 10,000

Jadis - Pollyanna McIntosh - 4,000

Jerry - Cooper Andrews - 3,000

Juanita "Princess" - Paolo Lazaro - 6,000

Judith - Assorted - 8,000

Kelly - Angel Theory - 3,500

Lance - Josh Hamilton - 8,000

Laurent - Louis Puech Scigliuzzi - 5,000

Leah - Lynn Collins - 3,500

Lydia - Cassady McClincy - 6,000

Maggie - Lauren Cohan - 21,000

Magna - Nadia Hiker - 3,000

Marion - Anne Charrier - 2,000

Maxine - Margot Bingham - 2,500

Michael - Michael James Shaw - 2,500

Michonne - Danai Gurira - 10,000

Nat - Matthew August Jeffers - 2,000

Negan - Jeffrey Dean Morgan - 18,000

Pamela - Laila Robins - 6,000

Pearl - Lesley Ann Brandt - 3,000

Pope - Ritchie Coster - 1,500

Rick - Andrew Lincoln - 13,000

Rosita - Christian Serratos - 10,000

Sebastian - Teo Rapp-Olsson - 2,000

Siddiq - Avi Nash - 3,500

The Croat - Zeljko Ivanek - 2,000

Yumiko - Eleanor Matsuura - 9,000

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[aycief]

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[ID: three digital illustrations. the first is of Tate and Liza floating in space with their aces. Liza, in the foreground, rests against Solrock's back with her limbs splayed out. she is winking and smiling widely at the viewer. behind her, Tate rests on Lunatone with his legs floating up behind him, looking at the viewer somewhat surprised. they are backed by a starry sky, various planets, and shooting stars that highlight the characters.

the second image is of a Minun performing in the contest hall. it is dressed in a pink tutu with a blue waistband and a pink ribbon with a blue emblem resembling its cheeks on its left ear. it is jumping in the air, smiling and winking. its cheeks are glowing and it is holding up two blue light sticks with electricity sparking off of them. below it is the stage and a plusle, dressed similarly, cheering it on.

the third image is the main room of Granite Cave as seen in ORAS. in the center is large set of stairs carved from the rock, surrounded by large stalactites and stalagmites, and on either side of the stairs, an omega and alpha symbol is carved in the rock. the stairs lead up to a massive mural on the back wall of Groudon and Kyogre fighting. Groundon, on the left, is standing behind erupting volcanoes, breathing fire and backed by a scorching sun. Kyogre is among large, swirling waves, dark clouds, and a raging lightning storm. between them, a triangular 'meteor' falls. at the base of a mural there is a hiker with a Ninjask beside him, illuminating the mural using Flash. thin streams of light leak into the cave from the upper right. /END ID]

[alphahikers]

Exploring the Untamed Beauty of Uttarakhand: Bali Trek and Rupin Supin Trek with Alpha Hikers

Introduction

If you're an adventure enthusiast or a nature lover seeking a thrilling escape, look no further than the breathtaking state of Uttarakhand in northern India. This region is home to some of the most mesmerizing treks in the country, and today, we're going to take you on a journey through two of its hidden gems - the Bali Trek and the Rupin Supin Trek, all with the guidance of the renowned Alpha Hikers. These treks offer a unique blend of natural beauty, cultural experiences, and a thrilling sense of adventure. So, put on your hiking boots and get ready for a memorable expedition in the heart of the Himalayas.

Bali Trek: A Journey Through Enchanted Forests

The Bali Trek is a relatively lesser-known trail in Uttarakhand, making it an ideal choice for those seeking solitude and tranquility. This 6-day trek takes you through dense forests, picturesque meadows, and enchanting villages that seem to be plucked right out of a fairy tale.

The Scenic Beauty: Your adventure begins in the charming village of Sankri, the gateway to the trek. As you ascend, you'll be treated to breathtaking views of the snow-capped Himalayan peaks, lush green valleys, and dense forests of oak and pine.

Cultural Immersion: What sets Bali Trek apart is the opportunity to immerse yourself in the local culture. You'll interact with the friendly villagers, stay in traditional homestays, and savor the flavors of local cuisine.

Challenging Terrain: The Bali Trek is a moderate trek with its fair share of steep climbs and river crossings, offering a taste of adventure for both beginners and experienced trekkers.

Rupin Supin Trek: A Tryst with Nature's Grandeur

The Rupin Supin Trek is another gem in Uttarakhand, offering a challenging yet incredibly rewarding experience. This 8-day trek combines the best of diverse landscapes, from lush forests to arid terrains.

Varied Terrain: The Rupin Supin Trek begins in Dhaula and leads you through a variety of landscapes, from dense forests and alpine meadows to barren terrains and glacial crossings. It's a test of your endurance and adaptability.

Rupin Waterfall: One of the most iconic highlights of this trek is the Rupin Waterfall. The cascading waters from a staggering height will leave you spellbound, making it a perfect spot for rejuvenation and photography.

Cultural Exchange: Just like the Bali Trek, the Rupin Supin Trek offers opportunities to engage with local communities, sample their cuisine, and gain insights into their way of life.

Alpha Hikers: Your Trusted Companions

Alpha Hikers is a well-known trekking company in Uttarakhand that has earned a reputation for their expertise, safety standards, and sustainable trekking practices. Their experienced guides are not just your leaders on the trail; they are also storytellers, naturalists, and companions, ensuring that your trek is not just an adventure but an educational and immersive experience.

In Conclusion

Bali Trek and Rupin Supin Trek are two hidden treasures in the heart of Uttarakhand. Whether you're a nature enthusiast, a thrill-seeker, or someone looking to disconnect from the hustle and bustle of daily life, these treks offer something for everyone. With Alpha Hikers as your trusted companions, your journey through these trails promises to be not just an adventure, but a life-changing experience. So, pack your bags, lace up your hiking boots, and get ready for the adventure of a lifetime in the lap of the Himalayas.

[justanothersterekficgirl]

The Alpha to My Alpha by CupcakeGirlA

Teen | 10k | 1/1

“Derek will kill you. He’ll tear you limb from limb!” Stiles says, scrambling away from him. The Alpha ambles closer.

“No, I don’t think he will,” the Alpha says. “I mean aside from killing a couple of hikers in his territory and doing him this favor, I haven’t really done anything to Hale. Once I’m gone he’ll probably be happy with the gift I’ve left for him.”

[runebreakercosplay]

⚠️ [LEVEL 3 SECURITY CLEARANCE REQUIRED FOR FULL ACCESS]

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Item #: SCP ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️

Object Class: Euclid

Descrpiton: SCP ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ is a creature of unknown origin taking the shape of a dog. It is capable of imitating other canid shapes. It was located in ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ where multiple people have been reported missing. Several witnesses have stated that they saw a dog near the forest and that the missing people approached it trying to help, thinking it was a runaway dog. Attempting to approach SCP ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ caused it to retrieve further back into the forest. The victims followed it and were never seen again. It is unclear what happened as they were no traces or remains found.

Several field teams consisting of Class-D Personnel were sent to secure SCP ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ but are currently MIA.

Mobile Taskforce ALPHA 9 is sent to investigate the events and secure SCP ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️. _______________________________________

Addendum 1:

MTF Alpha 9 arrived at the scene ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ local time. The team consists of commanding officer ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ callsign Badger; senior field agent ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️, callsign Hiker; three D-class personnel and SCP ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️, callsign Roach. The taskforce operates in pairs to investigate the area.

The following is an excerpt from Aplha 9's radio transmissions.

>

HIKER: We found some paw prints leading into the forest. Gonna follow them.

BADGER: Copy that. Do not approach if you see any dog like creatures.

ROACH: Guys we got movement. North-west of our position. Couldn't see what it was.

BADGER: Stay at your location, we'll come to you.

BADGER: Hiker, gather at Roachs location.

ROACH: Yes, sir.

HIKER: Got movement as well. Seems to be- wait where's-

HIKER: Badger, i lost D-9817. He was right beside me a few seconds ago. There's some-

BADGER: Hiker, status update.

BADGER: Hiker?!

BADGER: Shit! - Roach, staus?

ROACH: Still here, boss. All quiet, no more movement.

BADGER: Copy that. Move to Hikers last location,we'll meet up there. -be careful.

ROACH: Yes, sir.

>

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Addendum 2:

MTF Alpha-9 was able to secure SCP ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️.

It is to be contained at Site ⬛️⬛️.

SCP ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ is responsible for the disappearance of senior field agent ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️, six D-Class personnel and at least 12 civilians. It is currently unknown how or why SCP⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ causes the disappearance subjects. Experimantion will start immediately after the arrival of SCP ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ at its containment unit.

[rotworld]

Hoarfrost Falls (Lance's Uncle's Pack)

an anon asked:

Lance's... uncles... pack??? 👁👁 any bits you want to share?

i have less to say than i did about lance’s pack since i’m still thinking about them and would like to leave some surprises for a proper introduction another time, but i can at least share an overview and some names lol

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small, inexperienced packs often struggle in their early years, dependent upon bountiful prey, good harvests and the cooperation of neighboring humans for survival. it’s for this reason that some will risk carving out territory near another pack. alliances hold their own dangers—some wolves have held grudges against rival packs for centuries, and some alphas are too territorial to peacefully coexist. but there are those who have the foresight to make their home near established and trusted friends, perhaps even family. when things go wrong for shelter mountain, lance turns to his uncle vanagandr.

the hoarfrost falls pack occupies the same rugged wilderness as the shelter mountain pack. bordering shelter mountain’s territory to the north, the much larger, more experienced pack offers its smaller neighbor support and protection. the current alpha’s family traces their ancestry all the way back to the ulfhednar werewolves who fought alongside vikings. to this day, they still practice some of the same traditions. for example, pack humans are acquired the same way they have been for hundreds of years: kidnapped, let loose in the wilderness of the pack’s territory and hunted like prey, “gifted” to whoever catches them. 

hoarfrost falls’ alpha is vanagandr. to humans, he’s an urban legend and bogeyman, a monster that appears in the night to snatch away misbehaving children or tourist hikers. to his pack, he’s a gentle giant known for his patience and compassion. all agree that he’s not to be trifled with. 

the pack’s beta is sawyer. while he can shift into a wolf, he can only partially shift towards human and is unable to conceal his claws, tail, the fur on his limbs and back, etc. doesn’t speak often and is unusually hostile towards humans.

the pack’s medic is linden. highly regarded and often sought after for medical apprenticeships, even by wolves whose territories are far, far away. while he is always polite and pleasant to pack humans, he tends to be overbearing and has extreme ideas and opinions about how best to keep them, likely stemming from the loss of a human he claimed years ago. 

pack fun facts:

->rarely set foot in human cities. sometimes send one or two pack members to attend the local farmer’s market or pick up something specific, but they never linger.

->if you suddenly notice a few of them hanging around town without any obvious purpose, that means they’re looking for potential pack humans (and it’s already too late to run).

->considered a menace by their human neighbors due to their practices. some believe they’re only tolerated due to their habit of driving off more aggressive packs, or perhaps for providing free search and rescue services for humans who get lost in the mountains. others think there’s something more to it: ever since vangandr became alpha, locals have become extremely reluctant to assist runaway pack humans…

[houseofperfecttaste]

Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun(3)

WARNINGS: TEEN WOLF MOVIE SPOILERS

You guys were able to heal Derek thankfully and you were sitting next to him as he slept to make sure he stayed all right. Scott went to find Eli while Malia and Parrish left to go find Lydia. You placed a cold compress on Dereks' head and slumped in your seat rubbing your head. "You okay?" Melissa asked sitting next to you and placing her hand on your back rubbing small circles. "Good as I can be. I thought all of this shit was done. That life would be normal." You sighed giving her a small glance as she breathed in and looked at Derek.

"Well, you and Scott are both twin true alphas so none of this shit is ever going to be done. Neither of your lives will ever be normal again." You nodded knowing she was right and that as bad as you didn't want it, there would always be something after you and Scott. "How's Outer Banks?" You smiled at her question your mind wandering to Rafe. "It's great. Kie and her friends welcomed me and I uh met someone." You blushed playing with your hair. Your mom was shocked when hearing that because she knew how heartbroken you were after Isaac, she never thought you would recover.

"Oh really what's his name, what's he like?" She teased nudging you. "His name's Rafe, he's the type where to everyone else he's a big tough bad guy but to me, he's the sweetest most caring, protective, loving guy ever. He loves me and it's very evident." Melissa felt her heart warm when seeing the way your eyes lit up when you talked about him. "Oh, and he's very hot." You both laughed and you deserved the best and she knew that you finally had it. "Does he know?" "No." You shook your head biting your lip and Derek started grunting and waking up. "Hey, hey take it slow." You soothed getting him some water as he sat up.

Eli and Stilinski walked through the door Derek springing to his feet wrapping his son in his arms. "Dad," Eli said his voice shaky as he peered behind his dad to see black smoke emerging into the house. You and Derek stepped in front of Eli starting to fight the Onis as Stilinski was trying to shoot them but the bullets did nothing. Soon enough, everyone was taken and you and Eli ran downstairs to get away but the Oni came down with you. You roared at them but Eli pushed you to the side looking at you with his eyes glowing and fangs out. The Oni rammed his sword into Eli making you scream out for him while you watched him vanish. You pulled the curtains open revealing the sunlight and making them disappear.

Your chest was heaving and you called Scott hoping he was okay and you started panicking when he didn't answer. So you called him again. And again. And again but there was nothing. You went to the auto-body shop where he was heading and followed his scent from there heading into the woods. You were running up heading towards the smell of Scotts' blood. You froze in your tracks when seeing the familiar group that was supposed to be in Outer Banks. 'Why the actual fuck were they here?' You thought and you knew they saw you and there was no hiding from them. What the hell were you going to say? "Y/N!" Rafe ran toward you wrapping you up in his arms thankful and relieved you were alive and okay.

"What are you guys doing here?" "Doing some hiking." JJ lied and you rolled your eyes knowing none of them were hikers except for Kie maybe. "What are you doing in Beacon Hills?" You questioned and they all went silent looking at each other and waiting for someone to speak up. "When you were on the phone with Scott I was about to knock on your door and I heard you talking and I listened in. I heard you say you would get killed." Kie sheepishly admitted and you took a sharp breath not knowing how you can get yourself out of this one. Before anyone could say anything you spoke. "Look guys, you can't be here it's not safe. I'll be okay I promise. Please just go home and I'll see you there and I'll explain everything later." They all shook their head and scoffed.

"Hell no we're not leaving." Rafe intervened making you sigh. "We can help, we're not going to risk never seeing you again." Sarah said. "I love you guys but you can't help. It's something way more than you guys have ever dealt with." "Just let us help." Rafe grabbed your hand and you shook your head again not knowing how you would convince them to leave. "No! And that's final. Go back to wherever you're staying and I'll be over tonight and explain everything. Now go." You snapped and your tone was stern and your face showed that you weren't playing. They all reluctantly agreed hugging you and whispering to be safe and that they better see you later. Rafe placed his large hands on the sides of your face staring into your eyes savoring your image like he was going to lose you.

"Promise me you'll come back home to me." He whispered against your lips his forehead resting against yours. "I promise baby. Trust me you don't need to worry about me." "It's my job to worry about you. You're my girl." Rafe's words always make you blush and you placed your hands on his waist going on your tippy toes and pressing your lips to his. "I love you so much, Rafe. I will see you soon. Go, baby." He kissed you again his hands slowly letting go of yours as he walked away. When they were out of sight you kept following the trail you were on and you found your mom, Peter, and Argent instead of Scott.

"That was weird. What do you think she's doing in the woods alone?"John B ran his hand through his hair. "We'll find out tonight." Kiara sighed scared for her cousins wanting to help but knowing to stay out of it seeing how mad it made you. They all kept talking their movements slowing when hearing a strange noise. "What the fuck is that?" Rafe and JJ pulled out their guns looking around their fingers on the trigger. The Oni fell from the sky inching forward their swords over their shoulder as Rafe and JJ emptied their clips into the figures their breathing increasing in panic when the bullets weren't working. In a blink of an eye, the Oni stabbed their swords through them and the Pogues and Rafe vanished into thin air.

You made it to the college stadium and you, Melissa, Argent, and Peter split up to find Scott and Allison. After about searching for about twenty minutes you all group together except for Peter. "Peter stop!" You and Argent yelled out running up the stairs and seeing Peter holding his claws against Allisons' throat. "Where's my son?" Melissa asked harshly thinking she did something to him. "He's on the field, he's playing the game." Allison breathed out as Peter chuckled. "That most certainly sounds like your son. But as for you daughter." Peter had an evil grin on his face as he looked down at Allison ready to rip his claws across her throat. "I forgot to tell you something Peter, the arrow isn't the only thing left behind." Argent threw a dagger at Peter which he caught the blade sinking into his skin. "Wolfsbane." He growls into her ear dropping the blade and Allison elbowed him escaping his grasp.

Black smoke crept closer to you guys and you and Allison walked into it being brought into the Nogitsunes' world. "Where are we?" Allison asked looking around. "We're in his world," Scott said being thrown into the illusion at the same time with Eli. "Stay behind us." You whispered to the young one standing to move in front of him. You continued looking around your heart dropping when seeing a sight that you were scared of. The Pogues and Rafe tied up to each trunk of the trees. "Please tell me that isn't Kie." Scott sounded desperate and you gave him a look confirming his suspicions and you sighed knowing you had to expose your secret sooner than you planned in order to save them.

You and Scott moved to walk towards where they were tied up but you heard the familiar eerie clicking followed by the eerie screeching. The Oni appeared in front of you in a fight stance. "I've killed Oni before," Allison said pulling her bow and arrows out and having them at her side. "Let's kill some more." You shrugged running towards the Oni with your claws out.

You and Scott had your backs together working together to fight the Oni making your way toward your cousin and your friends and boyfriend were being held until you and Scott were both knocked onto your asses. The Oni stood over you their sword over their head ready to come down and strike you. You rolled away kicking the sword out of his hands grabbing it and running to help Allison who was surrounded by the Oni. Suddenly scream waves were sent through sending the Oni flying and those who could, covered their ears, Lydias wails piercing everyone's ears. Allison stood with her back to you guys for a minute whispering that she remembered everything but the happy moment fell short when the Nogitsune appeared.

"We're not done yet. The game is mine." You and Scott turned to see him holding Eli against him his claws threatening to rip out the young Hale's throat. "Take us, let the others go." The Nogitstune grunted his head cocking to the side. "All the lives here belong to me." He growled. "There's don't. They've never been a part of this. You kill me you let them go." You signaled to the Pogues and Rafe knowing that the Nogitstune had no reason for them. "All you need is us," Scott added and Derek shook his head trying to get out of the restraints. "Scott, Y/N don't do this," Derek said a frown on his face. "Allison kills me, I die in her arms just like she died in mine. That's the move, isn't it?" Scott questioned letting the Nogistune know we've figured out his move. "I die this time instead of Allison, that's the divine move for me right?" You snarled as the Nogitstune hissed. "I've already won."

"You lose until we're off the board! And we're still standing." Your voice boomed. "And we're still the alphas," Scott added and the group looked at each eyes wide as they all knew that term related to werewolves but there was no way you were a werewolf. It was impossible. Right? Although, it would explain some things. They watched with wide eyes their hearts beating out of their chest. "An arrow to the heart to save everyone else? The rest of the players on the board go free. He moved his hand away from Eli's throat and made the bow and arrow move into Allisons' hand. You and Scott turn to face her reality kicking in and preparing to die. You and Scott both nodded to Allison telling her it was okay.

"Y/N! No!" Rafe yelled out choked with tears and the Nogitsune was quick to shut him up rope moving to cover their mouths. You turned to face your boyfriend, cousin, and friends saying "I love you, it'll be okay." You turned back to face Allison who was crying and saying she couldn't do it. "Allison, please. Please don't let us watch our friends and family die." Scott had a mischievous look in his eyes making Allison think he had a trick up his sleeve so she grabbed an arrow from her back placing it into the bow. She exhaled slowly and you and Scott got ready for the impact your heart breaking at the sounds of your friends and Rafes muffled screams and cries.

You watched as Allison shot an arrow into your brother's heart and he grunted and hunched over before looking up just in time to see an arrow being shot into your heart. You groaned the left side of your shoulder moving back from the impact of the arrow. Allison shot two more into both of you making you collapse on the ground breathing staggered as more blood stained your shirts. You looked over at Rafe to see tears streaming down his face as he called out for you and struggling against the ropes so hard that he was hunched over them trying to get to you but it was no use. 'I love you' you mouthed to him and he sobbed through his gag not being able to believe he was watching the love of his life die in front of him and he couldn't help or save you. He wanted to be able to hold you one last time.

Allison had Scotts' head resting on her left leg as yours was on her right and you and Scott looked up at the Nogitsune your hands holding below your wounds. "The wolves howl to signal their position... to the rest of the pack. Tell me McCalls what is the sound of a wolf who is ready to die?" He growled his teeth showing. "We'd tell you but we're not ready to die." You and your brother looked down at the arrows in your chest and the arrows were engulfed in flames slowly deteriorating until they were completely gone and the wound was healed. Rafes cries slowly stopped when seeing you healing his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes squinting to make sure he was seeing it right, he started smiling when seeing you were okay even though he had no idea how you were but he wasn't complaining.

You and Scott stood up smirking and raising an eyebrow at the Nogitsune who was shocked that both of you beat his divine move. "Foxfire." He snarled as the fox spirit left both of you and went back into Hikari. Allison shot an arrow into the Nogitsunes head making him scream and calling the Oni. When you turned around to face them you were met with the sight of Parrish burning through the barrier allowing him, Malia, Argent, Peter, and Melissa to come through. Argent shot one with a silver bullet as Melissa had the crossbow and Peter had blades. Eli and Derek worked on cutting the bonds off of everyone tied to the old temple while you cut the ropes for Rafe and the Pogues. "Long story short I'm an alpha werewolf and this isn't done yet stay back." You rushed leaving all of them stunned with their jaws open and you ran back to Scotts side watching the Nogitsune walk towards both of you and the rest of the pack behind you both.

"Do you remember the gift you gave me Scott? The bite of an alpha, power of a werewolf?" The Nogitsune grew and transformed into a werewolf making everyone raise their silver ready to shoot. "Nice one Scott." You sassed and he glared at you his claws out and out ready to fight. He roared loudly his eyes glowing green and you and Scott snarled and got down half-transformed. They were baffled as they watched your ears become bigger and pointy, fangs replacing your teeth, red eyes replacing your hazel ones. You, Derek, and Scott ran toward the Nogitsune being transferred to another illusion. The Nogitsune snuck up on each of you clawing you but disappearing when you went to look at him. He was in each illusion attacking each one of you but he was too quick for you guys. "We can't fight him alone, he's too strong." "Ya think McCall? I'm getting my ass kicked over here." Being around JJ and John B for the past five years has definitely increased your sarcasm and sassiness. "Y/N please shut the fuck up." Scott was frustrated and you were making it worse.

"We have to catch him," Derek said. "You can't catch me." The Nogitsunes voice boomed over each illusion impossible to tell where he was. "You can't kill me! You can't even find me." He chuckled making you guys on high alert checking your back constantly. "You're right. We can't find you but we can find each other." Scott said and you all roared and you turned to see the Nogitsune but you blocked his attack and Derek and Scott came running in holding him back as each of you took a hit and brought him back into the original illusion. You were on the Nemeton you and Scott holding his arms back while Parrish helped to try to make time for you two to move so he could light the Nogitsune up. "You guys are the alphas he's part of your pack now." Derek said looking at Eli and with that Derek pushed both of you off causing you to fall and roll on the ground.

"Derek!" You yelled scrambling to your feet but it was no use Derek was already lit on fire with the Nogitsune. Scott held you back as you watched Derek and the Nogistune die blood-curdling screams leaving your mouth. Everyone was in disbelief watching the scene unfold never expecting Derek to die. You stared in disbelief at the Nemeton only seeing Parrish. In the blink of an eye, you all appeared on the lacrosse field. Rafe and everyone else ran over to you engulfing you in a hug sobs leaving their mouths as you held all of them as tight as you could. When you broke away Kiara walked over to Melissa hugging her as you and Rafe kissed passionately and hugged not worrying about what just happened.

Scott brought Eli over and you hugged him letting him cry into your shoulder. "I'm so sorry Eli, it should've been me." You whispered into his ear feeling the guilt wash over you, you should've seen it coming but he shook his head pulling away. "No, it shouldn't have." His eyes were red and glossy and Scott slung an arm over his shoulder as we started walking back to the cars. During the walk, you explained everything to the group introducing them to everyone and explaining what everyone was in terms of supernatural powers. You answered all of their questions on the ride back to your old house. You sat there in a weird awkward silence that was also oddly comfortable. "So you're a werewolf?" JJ asked. "Yes." You chuckled as he pursed his lips and nodded. "And an alpha," Pope added. "Yes." "How did you manage to keep this secret for so long?" Cleo asked making you smile at how that was her only question. "Been hiding it for fourteen years, gotten pretty good at it." You shrugged as they all nodded still in shock.

"Are you guys scared of me?" You were nervous about the answer but your nerves were eased when they answered quickly. "Not at all." "No." "Nope." "Nah that's dope as fuck." JJ said as the two other boys agreed. You looked at Rafe chewing on your bottom lip. "I could never be scared of you sweetheart. Like JJ said it's dope as fuck." He chuckled pulling your face close to his and kissing you. You smiled to yourself knowing that none of them were scared of you and thought it was cool. You guys got out of the car heading into your old house standing around thinking about Derek. After a few moments, everyone started telling stories about him and remembering how he saved everyone's asses and was the bravest person you've ever met.

You all ended up chatting after the stories and you were in a group talking with Rafe and Scott, Scott being in protective brother mode. You saw your mom in the kitchen grabbing a drink and you walked in grabbing a cookie from the cookie jar. "So that's Rafe?" She questioned her head motioning over to him. You glanced behind you to see Rafe and Scott getting along and Scott showing him his eyes. You giggled knowing Rafe asked him. "Yeah." You smiled placing the cookie in your mouth. "You were right, he's a looker." You giggled at her words as you both watched your boyfriend and brother bonding.

You guys stayed for a few more days since you wanted to be there to attend Dereks' memorial and be there for Eli and spend more time with Allison. Everyone met you guys at the little landing strip where the plane was waiting. "I love you, be safe," Scott said embracing you. "I love you too, and you be safe, keep Allison safe." You whispered the last part in his ear. "Trust me I will." You both smiled as you pulled away and looked at Allison tears in both of your eyes. "I'm so happy you're back. Come visit or I'll visit." You guys laughed as she pulled you into a hug. "I love you." "I love you too Al, I'll text you soon." You hugged everyone else by and everyone also said bye to Rafe and the Pogues making you smile and your heart warm being able to combine both of your worlds.

"For god's sake please be safe." Melissa wrapped you in a hug kissing the side of your head as you promised you would. "Can I expect grandchildren anytime soon?" Your mom questioned randomly making your mouth drop in astonishment. "Mom!" You looked around to make sure no one heard. "What? I'm just curious!" She put her hands up in defense. "Go ask Scott." You laughed as Scott looked over at you guys with an eyebrow raised. "I love you, Mom." "I love you too honey." You walked away heading up the stairs of the plane turning around and waving to everyone as the door closed. You moved to sit next to Rafe his arm wrapping around your shoulder and letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Rafe?" "Yes, baby?" He asked his finger trailing up and down your thigh. "Do you love me any less?" He sat up in the chair turning to look at you and grabbed your hands. "No. I love you even more if that's even possible. Am I in shock? Hell yeah. Am I scared or freaked out? Absolutely not. You showed us you're one of the good ones. You and your brother risked your lives to save everyone. Not a lot of people would do that." He moved the hair out of your face kissing your forehead then your nose then your mouth. "I fucking love you, Y/N McCall." "I love you even more Rafe Cameron."

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The Diagnosis of Chris Redfield

It all began in the spring of 1998. Raccoon City had a case of cannibalistic murders and mysterious animal attacks, both on hikers and residents that lived near Raccoon Forest. The city’s police department guess a satanic cult of some kind, probably on narcotics of some kind, given the extent of the violent attacks. However, as the investigation continued, they guessed the base of operations for this cult was somewhere deep within Arklay Mountains, about northwest of the city. With public pressure, the RPD gave in to and put a specialized task force on the team known as the Special Tactics and Rescue Service, AKA S.T.A.R.S., led by Captain Albert Wesker.

Shortly after STARS is put on the case, they send Team Bravo into the suspected hideout deep within said mountains in the mid-summer. Radio contact is lost. Alpha Team went in, finding out that Bravo was attacked, and fled into the mansion and split up.

And it’s here. It is here that young Chris Redfield’s life takes a turn for the worst. Without getting too into detail, he straight up is thrown from the world of a young cop who just had fun little shooting competitions with his friends, to a gritty, beefcake, boulder punching man who lost his memory at one point due to a concussion caused by a fake Ada Wong, regains those memories, and eventually finds the origins of Oswald Spencer’s research and destroys the origination of the Mold.

But that’s just it. How does he stay this cool, badass character that just shows up and sprays down zombies like it’s nothing? Well...he doesn’t. I think the leader of the Alpha team has severe PTSD.

Please note that this post will be talking about severe trauma from a psychiatric perspective so please, if you see or think anything might affect you, I beg you to turn away. This post will also have spoilers for the recent Resident Evil 8 game for those that haven’t played.

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So let’s start by defining PTSD. According to the American Psychiatric Association, PTSD is and I quote: “A psychiatric disorder that may occur in people who have experienced or witnessed a traumatic event such as a natural disaster, a serious accident, a terrorist act, or war/combat.”

Okay so at the very least, Chris Redfield is probably already a qualified patient. “Terrorist act”? Check. I would absolutely say that the events of Resident Evil 6 count as that. “War/Combat”? We saw that for the most part in RE5. “Natural Disaster?” Aaaaah. Maybe six or seven? That one’s kinda weird to be honest. But serious accident? Yes. Absolutely! Why? Because, referenced in Resident Evil 5, we see Jill Valentine, who is basically his sidekick/best friend from the very first game, and even survives on her own for a bit in Resident Evil 3, falls out of a window after attacking Albert Wesker who betrayed STARS and was infected with some form of the zombie virus. Chris presumed her death, only to find out she survived the fall through, ya know, video game logic, and was experimented on by Wesker.

Which honestly, I was surprised he didn’t come back too. I mean, in Resident Evil 5, his last hoorah is literally in a freaking volcano! What is up with that?! But his son, Jake Muller (who until RE6 didn’t even know who his dad was), appeared and I really expected Wesker to just pop up like “Hey son. I’m back with those smokes. Also, you’re immune to the C-Virus so congrats. My zombie body helped make you with your mom--” Alright that got too weird. ANYWAY.

We’re here because Chris, in all fairness, has trauma. But let’s try and figure this out. The A.P.A. states that PTSD symptoms, though they can vary in specificity, fall into four categories:

Intrusion

Avoidance

Alterations in cognition and mood

Alteration in arousal and reactivity

Now I will say I actually have PTSD of my own. Avoidance and Intrusion are absolutely symptoms I got through, as well as Cognition and Mood alterations when triggered.

Something I noticed is Chris definitely doesn’t avoid anything so we can go ahead and cross that off. Chris Redfield always dives in headfirst cuz well...he’s the American Boy. He’s the definition of charge in and be the American hero because human lives are at stake so the second one is crossed off.

Now the third one, Cognitions and Mood. This basically means important details of events aren’t remembered, everything’s kinda blurred, which results in detached behavior and Survivor’s Guilt. Now while Survivor’s Guilt is often a result of PTSD, it isn’t a form of PTSD. It’s just another symptom. It’s basically kinda like when you eat way, way too many blue gummy bears and then your poop is blue. It’s blue because of the gummy bears. If you didn’t have the Gummy Bear, you don’t have the blue poop. 

Fun fact, that’s an actual thing that happened to my dad one Easter, but I think it might’ve actually been jelly beans. I can’t really remember.

Survivor’s Guilt could very well be something Chris suffers from, dating all the way back to the Mansion Incident in the first Resident Evil. He was one of few people who survived that entire incident and what happened afterward? Did he take a mental health break? Nope! Chris takes on a mission in Europe, as seen in Resident Evil 2 when Claire is going to Raccoon City to try and find her brother. 

Now let’s think about this. Rather than rest and recover from this event, he proceeds to pursue his investigation of the Umbrella Corporation. Chris is treated at the hospital and, despite trying to report their findings to the police chief, Irons, STARS is ultimately shut down. Chris then reports everything he needs to the FBI and even assaults a fellow officer.

The RPD tells Chris he needs a break and he says he’s going to Europe for a “vacation” but this was just an excuse to get to Europe in order to enact his vengeance on Umbrella for all the Hell it caused his city and possibly even the world.

That’s nuts. I wish I could do that at my work and get away with it. Just fight someone on the shift and then go to Corporate armed with nothing but a fry basket, ready to take them out.

This leads me to that fourth category: Alterations in arousal and reactivity. This is defined as reckless or self-destructive behavior, angry outbursts, hypervigilance, and even trouble sleeping.

This is entirely reckless. I mean, I get it. Going rogue because this company is obviously evil and has a hand in bio-terrorism. Yeah. That’s fair. Let’s take them out. But if only it were that easy, as we can see throughout the franchise. Despite Umbrella BARELY hiding their attempts at world domination, as seen in RE6, no one really flinches. They’re somehow still in the running.

Having said that, in Resident Evil 4, three years after RE3, Leon actually says in the introduction that Umbrella was wiped out by the investigation. Without digging into this, I’m presuming this is because Jill managed to escape Raccoon City and was able to report her findings as one of five survivors, six if you count Ada Wong. Which does make me wonder how they’re still hanging around like a more gruesome Team Rocket.

And the last category is Intrusive. Now, this is where this unravels, actually. Intrusive is basically intrusive thoughts. Those little thoughts or images that flash through just enough to unsettle you and if you’re like me and have diagnosed OCD, then you play these thoughts over and over in your head.

It’s like you want to go to the park. Okay, great, the park is outside. Nice. The outside is where people are. People aren’t that great, in my perspective. Bad people exist. Bad people like to hurt people. I’m a people that could be hurt by a bad person. Because of that, I can’t go to the park now. 

It’s like being stuck in a loop that wants you to be sad. Like, thank you brain. I just wanted to get stuck in the baby swing but now I’m going to sit on my phone and scroll through TikTok and be sad.

Intrusive thoughts are what had me curious. The intrusive category is actually where most people are commonly confused about what PTSD is as this is where we find that flashbacks fall into. A great example of a flashback in Resident Evil is actually in the fifth game. This is where Jill Valentine doesn’t really become Chris’ partner. We learn that during the last bout, they had against Wesker is where she’d fallen out the window as I mentioned earlier. This is explained in a flashback.

That’s interesting to me. Yes, from a storytelling perspective, it makes sense, but Chris remembers such vivid details, even Wesker’s eyes glowing.

But what’s interesting is, this event, in particular, seemed to affect Chris the most. Despite that his sister has been kidnapped by people affiliated with both Umbrella and Wesker, Jill’s “death” shook him up the most, which is fair. His best friend and partner throughout the entire thing, someone he shared his trauma with and even started the BSAA with was just gone. No even a body. Three months and nothing was found before she was declared dead. He dove into his work head-on, taking every mission he could!

This is why he takes deaths so personally. This is also shown in Resident Evil 6 when Piers, a young soldier who looked up to Chris and helped find him after he lost his memory after an incident with a fake Ada Wong, is infected with the zombie virus, he holds onto his humanity in order to save Chris, but ultimately does die in the underwater lab facility, supposedly by water pressure before losing his mind to the virus.

The former Alpha Team consisted of the following:

Chris Redfield

Albert Wesker

Barry Burton

Brad Vickers

Jill Valentine

Joseph Frost

All members of the original team that infiltrated the Spencer Mansion in RE1. Let’s go ahead and cross some people off.

Wesker? Dead as of Resident Evil 5. Good. Stay dead. You suck! You’re like the Capcom version of Ganondorf, just stay dead, dude!

Burton?  Alive, but hasn’t appeared in a main RE game since the first.

Vickers? Dead as of the third installment of the game. He was the pilot who sacrificed himself after being bitten during the attempted escape from Nemesis in Raccoon City before the place was blown sky-high. You actually see him later again in the third game attacking the cop you meet in the second Resident Evil, interestingly enough, but what’s sad really is that he still has some semblance of his humanity and ends up groaning out the cop’s name before attacking and infecting that man. Poor guy. Really was just a poor soul.

Moving on. Jill Valentine? Still alive and definitely kicking but she’s become more of an iconic character for the movies. So from a lore perspective, as of the end of 5, she is no longer in the main series that we’ve seen. Mostly just referenced. This might change however later on as I do believe there will be a ninth installment coming soon if not already in the works as of writing this.

Frost? Dead. He was actually the first to die as soon as they touched down at Spencer Mansion, by zombie-dogs, no less. He stood no chance.

That means, of the original team, Chris is the only one still active. This means that he is the most trained to handle situations from a tactical perspective, but not an emotional one.

I mean, we see him really weighing the whole situation in Resident Evil 8. He’s seen smoking a cigarette, clearly stressed out and tired of dealing with everything, despite creating an Anti-Umbrella team called Blue Umbrella. Yeah. Not that creative, my guy. But he’s tired of hearing and seeing people die which...is fair.

I’d say he does have PTSD and it is Survivor’s Guilt.

Yes, he and his team are ready to die, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s losing people he’s had long nights with, sharing beer, shooting pool, busting bad scientists with, and he still loses them.

In the military, a soldier doesn’t fear his own death but the death of his comrades.

Survivor’s Guilt is really just a terrible thing. I’d say actually several characters in the Resident Evil franchise have this, including poor Mia Winters!

Chris might have it but uses it to his advantage. He uses the knowledge he’s gained from staying alive in an attempt to help others stay alive and ultimately bring down the Umbrella Coorporation.

Ultimately, Chris Redfield seems to be wanting to make up for the lives lost to this organization.

Research links:

Coping with survivor’s guilt: https://artherapyinternational.org/blog/traumatic-events-coping-with-survivors-guilt-afterwards/

What is PTSD?  https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/ptsd/what-is-ptsd

Chris Redfield Bio https://residentevil.fandom.com/wiki/Chris_Redfield#Biography

Symptoms of Survivor’s Guilty: https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/325578#symptoms