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Alpha & Bri celebrating 4/20 2023

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Why are you never real? The shifting states you follow me through, Unrevealed, Just let me go or take me with you.

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Lone Wolf: Master list

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Genre: a/b/o, omegaverse, angst, hurt/comfort

Pairings: poly ot7 x reader; Sope focused

No schedule for my sanity. I'm just trying to enjoy writing again.

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Series warnings: bigotry, including internalized bigotry, negative self-talk, neglect, childhood trauma, mentions of SA

A/n: This story will deal with a lot of internalized negativity about and struggles with society. The plot will contain many events and concepts that have numerous analogies to our own society and multiple interpretations are possible. I certainly have my own ideas, but the only agenda I intend to push is one of self-acceptance and love. I'm open to respectful discourse in the comments. Please keep in mind that I and others are very sensitive and if you want to be mean then be mean somewhere else.

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Hello everyone! This is masterlist #4, #5 and #6 (Cont. Of June, then Sept, and Oct 2023!) for all the fics I have reblogged on this side blog I hold super close to me. Remember to leave feedback and reblog all the writings below!

Also, a huge thank you to all the writers mentioned, I adore you so very much and I hope you keep writing for yourselves <3

••• JUNE (Part 2!) •••

Stablehand!Harry x Princess!Y/n | Part 2 | Part 3 | Harry loathes Y/N and she's just a little tease. - @angelsanddaisies

Poetry In Your Mailbox | Part 2 | Part 3 | Y/N and the rest of her nosy neighborhood friends ogle at the man who just moved in next door — a man of mystery, silence, and someone who seemingly doesn’t want anything to do with his neighbors… until Y/N begins to receive anonymous mail. - @episkystyles

Changes | ♡♡ Harry returns home. Based on- Changes by Cam. - @hes-writer

Prince!Harry x Princess!Y/n | Harry is a prince, Y/N is a princess, and Harry is insufferable. - @novelistrry

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes | Every Rose has its Thorns | Petals and Prompts | Harry’s a prince looking for his princess… but perhaps she isn’t inside the ball. Includes: flowers and gossip and promises and true love’s kiss. - @jarofstyles

Out by the Docks | Underneath the Stars | ♡ A story of clandestine meetings, conspiracies, and stolen glances by the sea. (Princess!Y/n x Spy!Harry) - @fishnets-fingers

Dentist The Bad Boi | ♡ Harry’s a med-student and Y/N’s an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant – he mighty looses it. - @muffindaddystyles

The Empowering Hearts | ♡♡ In which you're a lonely model until you meet a baker. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

••• SEPTEMBER •••

Say It | in which a new relationship sparks up in the restaurant. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

The Joker and The Queen | In which Harry is a florist, has a crush on the baker next door and dreads his Birthday. - @harrysonlylover

Breaking the Ice | It's no secret that as a figure skater, you're fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty... and your ex's status as a player isn't helping much either. - @purplekiwis

Harry is a young professor and Y/N has never felt this kind of attraction before - @novelistrry

••• OCTOBER •••

Stop Thinking so Much | In which Harry teaches english and some poetry is hard to pick apart. - @meetevieinthehallway

Dog Days are Over | ♡ In which Y/n and Harry walk their dogs in the same park. Though, over the course of time, buying each other coffee turns into something more. - @nationalharryleague

The Witching Hour | ♡ Despite Harry being the witch in this situation, maybe his crush on gemma's new friend was going to be the most bewitching thing he ever encountered. - @moonchildstyles

Nest | Harry is y/n's best friend. He also happens to be an alpha. Spending a week at his place has her brain doing weird things. - @moonchildstyles

Pebbles and The Scarecrow | ♡ In which Harry doesn’t like Halloween until a certain pair of trick or treaters knock on his door. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

Banana Pancakes | Nanny!Harry falls in love with his little girl, and the mother of his little girl. - @ill-be-your-honey-bri

Golden | In which Y/n's life is dark but the Harry, The Fae King, sees she's golden. - @angelisverba

Better man - Harry and Y/n are famous and dating. Now, Harry is attending a party just 'cause he knows that Y/n would surely be there, and Y/n seems to be escaping her date so hard that she meets Harry outside the bathrooms. - @bopbopstyles

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Bang Chan: The Girl Who Didn't Cry Wolf (Part Four)

Characters: Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, enemies-to-lovers-ish??, slowburn, werewolf/alpha!chan, (werewolf)hunter!reader, fluff for once wow!!!, angst to balance it out :), mentions of death and murder but nobody actually dies, [dialogue in bold is meant to be korean]

Word count: 3,664

Summary: You've learned to do whatever you can to protect yourself after an incident almost a decade ago had your father and brother dragging you to a new country to start all over even though they blamed you for what happened. After finding yourself stuck in a house of werewolves, you're forced to come to terms with your feelings over what happened back home when the alpha imprints on you and his pack claims they're keeping you prisoner. You know exactly how this will end if you give in, and yet you can't seem to get yourself to leave the sweet and charming werewolf who's willing to do anything to make you comfortable. You're just hoping that maybe there'll be a good end this time.

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“Can you stop instigating with him? He’s never gonna let go of this grudge against you.���

“I never said I wanted him to like me, Christopher.”

“Good, ‘cause it won’t happen,” Minho stated, side-eyeing you from across the room.

While you didn’t know what he said, Minho knew everything the two of you were saying. He would never let you know that, though – except for the one time he told you that him and Seungmin were taking you captive, but he just wanted to make sure he really got his point across. And he also refused to converse with you in the only language you knew, so he’d just make you suffer by never knowing what he was saying to you.

You looked over at him and stuck your tongue out at him, so he flipped you off.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about!” Chan exclaimed.

“Maybe you should imprint on someone who wasn’t training to kill you,” you suggested, tilting your head back over the back of the couch to look at the man standing behind you with a frown. “And don’t give me that look, it’s your own fault.”

It took two days for the pack to manage to coax you out of Chan and Felix’s bedroom and start living like a sort-of-normal person. You were still wary of the pack, but you were mostly just still pissed at the pair who had declared you a hostage, so you eventually took Chan’s breakfast invitation to go downstairs and be face-to-face with the werewolves in hopes of annoying the absolute hell of out them – if they were going to force you to stay with them, you were going to make it their problem. However, since you didn’t have any physical weapons to use, you used any wit you had left in you after slowly going insane over the last few days.

Most of them didn’t bother you except for Seungmin, who seemed to go out of his way all morning to piss you off. Minho was the only one who seemed to ignore you altogether, but you didn’t really think anything of it – even though he attacked you. Twice.

Chan was always around you, though. Surprisingly, you liked it, which sort of made you feel a bit worse considering the circumstances, but you tried not to think about that too much. Without him, you’d probably be a little intimidated by the pack, so you opted to just stay beside him. It clearly pleased him, and it made you feel a hell of a lot safer. You still kind of disliked him, though. Admittedly, you didn’t hate him, but you were afraid of the feeling you got because of him and what would happen if you were to get caught in the situation you were in.

You were afraid of a lot of your feelings, but you were trying to not think about it too much since you were stuck in the current situation thanks to Minho and Seungmin. Since there wasn’t much you could do about it, why worry about it?

“Can you just tell your mate to shut up?” Minho asked the older wolf, which was something he suggested at least three other times that day.

“No,” Chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, “but even if I did, she wouldn’t listen.”

Don’t get it wrong, most of the pack was being nice to you, but it was hard getting close with a pack of wolves when you knew you weren’t supposed to and you knew the consequences if you did. Still, you were trying to make the best of a very shitty situation.

“Learn to stand up to her, then,” Minho told him. “Be a man.”

“Yeah, Christopher,” Hyunjin giggled from where he was playing cards on the floor with Felix, “be a man.”

This time, it was Chan’s turn to stick his tongue out, aiming it at his pack. You just laughed harder, lifting your head to give Minho a shit-eating grin since Chan was apparently on your side now. You got up on your knees and rested your arms against the back of the couch to face him. He placed a hand on either side of your arms and raised his eyebrows like he expected you to say something profound.

Then again, in his head, everything you said was profound.

“I hate when you look at her like that,” Minho frowned, looking at the two of you since he had nothing else to look at.

Chan looked around you at the grumpy wolf in the armchair, “You mean...how I always look at her?”

“Yes.”

Chan’s eyes flickered back to you, his lips in a tight line that brought out his dimples, “Guess I have to stop looking at you, _____. Minho doesn’t like when I do.”

“If you have a melon baller, it makes for quick and easy eye-gouging,” you noted deadpan.

You heard Felix make a noise of disgust from the corner.

“Ew,” Hyunjin frowned, though you couldn’t see the repulsed look he was giving you. “Why do you know that?”

Chan looked at you like you were crazy, but still had that adoration for you in his golden eyes as he always did, “_____, are you with me or against me?”

You hummed softly as you thought before deciding, “I feel like I can play both sides.”

The smile on his face made your heart melt, but you hoped it didn’t show. You still weren’t completely comfortable showing your feelings toward Chan, but thankfully, you mastered the poker face long ago.

Deep down, though, he knew how you felt. He knew you felt the pull, but you had also admitted to him the previous night that you didn’t want him to know you were leaving. You said you thought it was best if you just left and that was that. A clean break was easiest for both of you. So he knew you at least cared about his feelings.

You were both torn from the moment when fabric landed on your head. Chan had noticed Seungmin enter the room from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t think much of it since you were so close to him and it was all he found himself able to focus on. But Seungmin had tossed some sort of knitted sweater on your head, covering your eyes. You pulled it off of your head to examine the soft, pale yellow material.

You turned your head to see him already leaving the den, “What’s this for?”

“Now we’re even,” he called back, already around the corner of the doorway so you couldn’t see him anymore.

“A sweater doesn’t make up for tackling me, but okay,” you muttered as you picked up the sweater by the shoulders and held it out to look at it. It looked big and warm, which was good since Chan’s room could get a little chilly at night.

Chan poked his head around the sweater, grinning from ear to ear, “Aw, Seungminnie likes you!”

You looked at him like he was crazy, “Does he?”

“He wouldn’t have gotten you anything to apologize if he didn’t,” he explained. “He must feel really bad, actually.”

“At least somebody does,” you whipped your head around to look pointedly at Minho, but he was gone now. 

You figured he must’ve left before Seungmin showed up.

As you turned back toward Chan to fold the sweater, you admitted, “Actually, it’s really nice he got me a sweater. Your room is freezing at night.”

“You know, _____,” Hyunjin spoke up with a smirk as Felix started giggling, “Channie is pretty warm.”

Seungmin sighed as he walked back into the living room with a sandwich in his hand, “We’re all warm, dumbass.”

You frowned a bit. You had considered asking Chan to stay with you, but that would’ve made everything a thousand times worse for you, “I know, but...I like privacy.”

“And you can have all the privacy you need,” Chan promised, tossing a glare in the direction of the pack members giving him a hard time.

Minho appeared in the entryway of the den with an apron tied around his torso, “Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes, unless you two morons want to sit there and feed into Chan’s fantasies a little longer. Chan, make sure _____ isn’t late. You know how we get.”

-

The commotion of dinner was exactly what you expected it to be while dining with eight werewolves, and it was something everyone was used to except you. Chan did make sure that you got enough food, which you appreciated. However, you did end up sharing your food with him when you noticed he still seemed hungry. You didn’t know if it was the weird draw to him that fate made you feel or if it was your own accord but either way, you cared and didn’t want him to go to bed still hungry.

Chan made sure you got ready for bed after dinner. Sometimes you couldn’t tell if he was trying to be your mate or your dad but you weren’t entirely complaining because it was nice to have someone take care of you. Back home, you were pretty much on your own ever since your mom died. It was nice feeling cared for again.

“Do you need anything?” he asked from your doorway as he did every night.

“No, I’m good.”

He nodded and flicked off the light, “Goodnight, _____.”

“Goodnight, Chan.”

Chan went to the living room and laid on the couch like he did every night, listening for your breathing to even out so he could fall asleep himself.

-

A few hours later, you sat up with a gasp. Sweat beaded your forehead, and your hands gripped the blankets around you like they were the only thing keeping you grounded after the nightmare you had. Nightmares had become typical for you the last few days, but it didn’t mean they were any less scary. If they weren’t about your dad yelling at you or your family finding out you were a werewolf’s mate and hunting you down to kill you and the entire pack, it was of the day your mother died. It was like the guilt was trying to bombard you every waking moment and every non-waking one.

But this nightmare seemed real when you saw a silhouette standing in your room. You let out a shriek and, since you didn’t have any weapons on you, hid under the blankets instead. Your door flew open, banging against the wall as someone rushed in, and you assumed it was Chan.

“_____?!” his voice panicked, and a growl grew in his chest when he saw someone in your room. However, it changed to confusion when he spoke again. “Eunjin?”

You pulled the covers down just enough to see the faint moonlight hit the face of a girl you’d never seen before. She had wavy blonde hair, and her skin was pale like porcelain. Her blue eyes were staring off somewhere far away – somewhere that wasn’t physically in front of her.

“What the hell is going on?!” Minho demanded, coming into the room with the rest of the pack behind him. “...Eunjin?”

“Shh,” Chan was quick to hold a finger up to his pack, “don’t wake her up.”

Eunjin stayed frozen in the center of your room, not blinking or moving. You weren’t sure if she was even breathing at this point. Chan slowly moved around her to the open window, the curtains blowing gently in the wind. He poked his head out and looked around before softly calling, “Seungkwan?”

Minho began cowering back, his hands starting to move up toward his ears, “Is she gonna start screaming…?”

Suddenly, all the wolves were clamping their hands down on their ears just to be safe.

“W-why is she here?” Jeongin stammered, eyeing the girl warily.

Chan backed up as he pulled someone in through your window. A man crawled in and let out a sigh as he answered, “I wish I knew. That was a far walk, damnit.”

Then his eyes landed on you and he seemed thoughtful, cocking his head to one side. But then he quickly shifted to a polite but embarrassed smile as he greeted you as sweetly and politely as he could, “Hi, I’m Seungkwan. I'’m Bang Chan's, um...friend. So sorry.”

Seungkwan had heard of you. They were being kept up to date on Chan’s situation thanks to Felix’s close friendship with two members of his pack, but that still didn’t explain why his mate would’ve shown up in the middle of your bedroom. 

Eunjin moved, but you didn’t catch it since it was just her mouth opening.

The wolves did, though, and they immediately braced themselves.

Your eardrums were bombarded by the most piercing shriek you’d ever heard. Your hands flew to your ears, clamping down as hard as you could while also shrugging your shoulders up. Your eyes closed from how loud her scream was, and you couldn’t even open your mouth to ask why she was screaming.

After what felt like an eternity, she stopped. Her scream died out and you slowly unclenched your body and looked up again.

“Jinnie…?” Seungkwan asked as he slowly reached out for his mate.

“What the hell was that?” you asked Chan.

But he didn’t answer you, looking between the strange man that had climbed in through your window, and the girl standing in the middle of your room.

She blinked, and she looked at Seungkwan before she then looked down at you. And her eyes widened slightly, like she recognized you.

“Sweetheart,” Seungkwan sounded relieved to see that his mate was back with them mentally, “what happened?”

“I…don’t know…” she replied slowly in a whisper. Then she turned, seeming to be looking for someone and settling on Chan. “Is that _____?”

He nodded, “Y-yeah. Why?”

Minho’s eyes widened as they locked on you still sitting on Chan’s bed, “She’s gonna fucking kill us.”

“Minho,” Chan scolded him through gritted teeth.

“I’m so sorry about this,” Seungkwan told them, pulling Eunjin closer to him. “We’ll show ourselves out. Again, I’m sorry.”

Eunjin nodded, “Y-yeah, um, s-sorry…”

As Seungkwan began to guide her out, she looked over her shoulder at you one last time while the small pack parted. And once they were gone, eight pairs of golden eyes were locked on you.

“What was that?” you asked again, breaking the silence as you looked to your mate for answers.

Chan took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then let it out slowly. He didn’t know what to do with this information. He didn’t even know how to interpret it, because Eunjin showing up like that could mean a few different things. He was just hoping it wasn’t any of the most obvious interpretations.

“Okay, uh…” he began before he turned to the doorway. “Everyone back to bed.”

Eyes lingered on you for another moment before the wolves finally began to file out of the room. Chan closed the bedroom door behind them before he turned back to you.

“Care to explain?” you tried again.

He walked over to the bed and sat down at the edge of it. He looked off at the floor for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts before he began talking.

“So…her name is Eunjin.”

“Yeah, I got that much. What the hell is wrong with her?”

“She’s…a banshee,” he admitted, finally meeting your eyes with concern all over his features.

Your heart fell into your butt. Your face fell as you stared back at Chan, wide-eyed.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking,” he said quickly, putting his hands up like he could physically stop you from letting your imagination run wild, “but her scream could mean a handful of things. It might not mean that you…die–” he didn’t even want to say the word, “--it might mean that someone around you does or you cause the death.”

“All of those sound horrible,” you stated.

“She also hears voices on other planes,” he offered. “She might’ve just heard a prominent voice of someone who’s no longer on this plane. She screams to drown out everything else so she can hear better.”

“That–”

You stopped, and Chan’s eyebrows furrowed. When you didn’t continue for a few seconds, he asked, “_____?”

“Mom…” you mumbled.

“What?”

“My mom,” you told him. “She died about 10 years ago, and my family left my home country to come here after it happened.”

He frowned, “I’m sorry to hear that. Can I ask what happened?”

You hesitated, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you debated on telling Chan. Hell, you considered just making something else up. But ultimately, you decided to just tell him. Maybe it would help you figure out…whatever was going on inside your head.

“She…” you trailed off, chickening out again before you cleared your throat and regained your courage. “She was…attacked by…a werewolf…”

It all clicked. Why you were training to become a werewolf hunter but you weren’t quite there. Why you were so against letting the pull take over despite not really being much of a werewolf hunter. The only thing that he didn’t understand was why you weren’t quite a werewolf hunter. If a werewolf killed your mother, wouldn’t that drive you to want to be the best werewolf hunter you could be?

“My dad… Something in him snapped when she died,” you continued even though he wasn’t prompting you to. It was just all coming out of you like a waterfall and you couldn’t stop it. “So he moved me and my brother here and started training us to become werewolf hunters. My brother, Nolan, took to it really well, honestly. He likes it, too. I just–” you paused when you finally realized how much you had said and dropped your head, looking at the blankets. “Yeah…”

“Do you…not…like it?” he wondered slowly.

“Never mind,” you mumbled. “I can deal with it later.”

He seemed to just watch you for a moment, the last sentence weighing on his mind, but he didn’t know if he should say anything. Meanwhile, you were rolling over to get comfortable again and pulling the blanket up.

He wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to go back. He suspected maybe your family wasn’t good to you, and he wanted to tell you to just stay at the house with them and he would protect you from them, but he decided not to push it.

He also wondered what was stopping you from becoming an actual werewolf hunter, but again, it wasn’t his place to pry – especially not right now.

“Well,” he grunted as he stood up from the bed and went to the window to shut it, “are you all good in here now?”

Your head snapped up, “What if she comes back?”

“She won’t,” he chuckled. “Why, are you afraid of Eunjin?”

“She’s a banshee, Chris.”

“She’s really sweet, though,” he promised, still smiling with amusement. “But if it’ll make you feel safer, I don’t mind sleeping in Felix’s bed for the night. Or you can come take the couch downstairs and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No, you should sleep in a bed, I think,” you decided, nodding across the room toward the other bed that used to belong to Felix.

“Thanks,” he said with a playful roll of his eyes before he trudged over to the younger wolf’s bed and climbed under the covers. “So, can I ask what originally woke you up?”

“What do you mean?”

“I heard you wake up before you noticed Eunjin,” he explained. “You seemed scared. Was it a nightmare?”

You reluctantly admitted in a mumble, “Yeah…”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

How did you tell him you dreamed your father and brother killed him in front of your eyes without sounding like you were getting too attached to him?

“No,” you continued to mumble. “M’fine.”

The room fell into silence as you stared up into the darkness. Your thoughts were all over the place, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to speak up again or keep things to yourself. You kept getting to the verge of blurting something, only to open your mouth and then close it again instead.

But after a few minutes of laying in silence, you felt the cold sink in again – especially after the window had opened.

“Chris?”

“Hmm?”

“How do you sleep in here?”

“Huh?” 

“It’s always so fucking cold in here at night.”

He chuckled, “We run warm, remember? It takes a lot to make one of us cold. Why, are you cold?”

You turned your head toward him, “It’s cold in here even when the window hasn’t been opened.”

“You want me to sleep with you?” he asked, thankful that the darkness was covering his growing smirk.

You made a face and groaned, “Don’t say it like that.”

But you didn’t say no.

“How do you want me to say it?” he laughed.

“Can you just get over here?” you grumbled as your cheeks burned at the request.

“Yeah, yeah,” he yawned, already climbing out of Felix’s bed and padding across the room to his own. He peeled back the covers and slid in after you scooted over. After a little bit of moving around, you both settled into bed. But since the beds were pretty small, you were right next to him. “Better?”

“Do not ask me questions about this situation,” you stated.

He laughed loudly before saying, “Just know if you take all the blankets, I have the strength to rip them away from you.”

“Yes, Chan, I know you’re the big bad wolf,” you nodded, rolling your eyes. “Just shut up and go to bed.”

He was still giggling anyway as he sang, “Goodnight, _____.”

“Yeah, goodnight.”

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Undesirable

Plot: Thomas is omega who will never find his true mate. Or no?

Warnings: omegavers; deviation from the canon; omega!Thomas Hewitt, alpha!male!reader / Y/N; mention of murdering, cannibalism, blood, little angst.

Note: hey everyone. I finally finished this chapter :) Thanks for reading this, don't forget to eat properly and drink water, love ya

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Part 4 || Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

After a while, you got along quite well with this unusual family. At first it was a little difficult, they had their own rules in household management and home life, but you quickly adapted to this and began to help. It was good for the family that another strong man appeared in the house, which greatly facilitated Thomas's life.

Besides, you were still working. Early in the morning you left for another city, and in the evening you returned, even brought groceries with you, for which Luda was immensely grateful to you, considering that her shop did not pay off much. The meat in this family really bothered you, because you had never eaten such a slightly bitter and tough meat, but you put it down to unsuitable storage conditions, after all, it was always hot during the day, and even the darkened cabinets did not create cold meat. You offered your family to buy meat as well, but no one supported your idea. It's probably a matter of habit.

And yet, you decided to try cooking with this meat. One evening, you made something like a quick marinade for meat from apples and garlic that you bought earlier after work, and left the meat like that until the next dinner. In the evening, you used your favorite seasonings and cooked a very tasty soup. It was the easiest and fastest dish, and you knew how to cook it well. And the whole family really liked your culinary skills. Especially for Hoyt, who is tired of eating solid hard meat and small potatoes in broth. The meat has softened a little, and the apples have removed this strange bitterness. In general, you have found a solution to the problem, for the most part. Luda also appreciated that there was another person in the family who could literally feed the family, so now it was your unspoken duty. And you were only there once to help this tired woman.

You've become very close to Thomas. He turned out to be a very nice and kind person. Just a giant with a kind heart. Something about him made your heart beat faster every time. Maybe it's his skillful hands, able to sew various little things, if necessary. Or maybe it's his strength: this man is able to lift you up in the blink of an eye with one hand and not even sweat. Although he was mute, you were still able to find a language of communication. Body language, head shaking, or facial expressions on the exposed part of his face. You mentally cursed yourself for giving up extracurricular sign language lessons at a young age. And yet, little by little, Thomas taught you sign language himself, which made communication much easier. Other family members wondered how you could understand each other so easily. It made you very angry when Hoyt treated Tommy like some dumb dog. On days like these, Thomas would come to your bedroom late at night, he knew you were still awake. Already clean after a hard day (you taught him the basics of hygiene, it just didn't make sense for the guy to follow them very much before), he lay his head on your lap, and you gently fingered his dark wet stripes. You could have sworn Thomas was making a little purr. There was a slight sweet scent of peaches in the room, which you liked so much now. Who would have thought that this big guy was an omega? You thanked yourself for your foresight and for having drunk your dose of suppressants earlier in the day. This man was too cute. He even started you.. Do you like it? Maybe. Before that, you weren't particularly attracted to representatives of both the opposite and your own sex. As a child, when you were still in elementary school, relatives often asked if you liked any 'bride', pointing to pictures of girls in a shared photo. You just shrugged your shoulders. Were you wrong? Is it bad that you don't like anyone? Then why did your heart yearn tenderly at the sight of this big boy?

Thomas wandered absently up the stairs, loosening the ropes of his work apron along the way. He was tired. All those screams and screams of the victims, and then Hoyt's complaints about his sluggishness and slowness. The man hastily took a shower and changed his work clothes for more comfortable ones: a loose short-sleeve shirt and light sleeping shorts. His feet were already automatically leading him to the cherished room. The click of a door handle and the creak of an old door. He climbed onto your lap and let out a relaxed sigh. My head was buzzing with unpleasant thoughts. All he wanted was to melt into your arms. Your hips were soft and comfortable, his personal pillow to rest on. Your gentle, strong fingers immediately found their way to his hair, massaging his skin. His hair was a little unpleasantly tangled, and small drops of water dripping from his dark hair soaked the fabric of your clothes. But you didn't seem to mind. You were humming softly to yourself, and it caused Thomas a strange pleasure in his chest. No one had ever been so kind to him. But that will surely change if you see his real face under the mask, won't it? This is only a temporary pleasure and peace of mind, when you see his real one, you will definitely want to leave him. Closing his eyes, Tommy instinctively leaned towards your touch, relaxing with his eyes closed. It was good. You're so gentle and caring. You always meet him with a warm dinner after work, bring him sweets, give him a massage and comb his hair. Thomas liked it, very much. You were so good, like he.. liked you.

When you finished helping Luda with cooking dinner, you wiped your hands with a towel, listening to the sounds in the house. Hoyt and Monty went somewhere not so long ago, before handing out 'tasks' to all the remaining household members. You smiled while watching Luda work. In the last three weeks, she's become like a real mother to you.

"Mom, where's Thomas?" You asked with a slight smile. You liked to address her that way, and the woman herself didn't seem to mind, on the contrary, she was glad to have another child in her house.

"Tommy is sorting things out in the barn, dear. Go and tell him that dinner is coming soon, okay?"

You nodded curtly and left the house. The sun was baking, shining unpleasantly into my eyes. Beads of sweat instantly appeared on your forehead, which you hastened to remove with the back of your hand. It's been even hotter than usual lately. Although the nights were cool. And yet, this did not cancel out the heat of the day, which burned the lungs unpleasantly.

The wooden door of the barn creaked open, unpleasantly jarring to the ear. It was dusty and hot inside. There was dust and old hay everywhere, in some places you could see old parts from disassembled cars, and somewhere there were children's things, as you assumed, that belonged to Thomas.

The man was standing almost in the middle of the barn and sorting out old boxes. His dark hair was tied carelessly in a ponytail, and his shirt had been taken off and was lying on one of the old shelves, so now you had a view of Tommy's muscular chest and his beautiful ass. Strong muscles flexed beautifully under his tanned skin with every movement.

You slowly approached the man from behind, putting your hand on his hip, and pulled him towards you, attracting attention. Your nose is filled with the smell of sweat mixed with a little dust and the already favorite peach sensation on your lips. Your mouth curled into a grin when Thomas turned in your direction.

"Hey, handsome," you said softly, enticing Thomas's lips into a wet, clumsy kiss. It was hard to kiss his bitten lips through the mask, but you didn't complain. After a couple of minutes, the man let out a light sigh and closed his eyes, awkwardly responding to the kiss. You've already kissed a few times, but he still didn't do very well. Thomas's hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him as he turned around in your arms. He backed away and sat down on one of the boxes, pulling you onto his lap. This guy was too fond of using his size. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his damp, night-black hair. Finally breaking away from the sweet lips of your lover, you smiled. "Mom asked me to said to you that dinner is ready, y'know." Thomas muttered something indistinctly, but nodded, squeezing your hips in his hands. You could have sworn that something big was pressed against your body.

•••

And yet, you had a strange feeling. On the first day of your arrival here, you were going to go back to Luda's store to take that boy and his friends to the city they needed, but Hoyt immediately stopped you, saying that when he returned home, no guys were there. It seemed strange to you, because there was hardly frequent transport in this place. Although, perhaps some friend picked them up?

Sometimes you heard strange sounds, it seems, from the basement. It's like a dog whining or even gnashing. You tried not to make a big deal out of it, but the sound was getting too intrusive. It got on your nerves.

Nothing bad will happen if you just check on the poor animal, right?

The night was quite bright, the full moon shone brightly in the starry sky, reflecting on the screen of your phone. In only pajama pants and a light shirt, you slowly descended to the first floor, trying not to wake anyone from home. The floor creaked unpleasantly underfoot, but no one in the house seemed to hear it. Your hand was on the cold cellar door. A high-pitched squeak filled your ears, causing your body to shrink in slight fear. Goosebumps ran down my spine. You shone your flashlight on the stone steps, which were flooded with water for a couple of inches.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Plop.

Your feet touched the cold water, and you let out a soft sigh. It wasn't so hot at night to enjoy this coolness. You slowly picked up the phone, shining your flashlight on the walls. The basement was damp and dirty, smelled of dust and the acrid smell of metal. The light from your phone was slowly sliding along the stone walls. There were a lot of tools, meat hooks and other things.

A chill ran down your spine.

You pointed the flashlight at the center of the room, and your stomach clenched. On a table in the center of the basement lay something that looked like a man. An almost gnawed skeleton without a pair of limbs and with a bald spot in some places on the head. Long dirty hair was lying on the table, and the body was covered with dirt, blood and something else. The eyes were missing, as were the internal organs under the ribs. It was.. creepy.

Clang.

You jumped slightly, pointing the flashlight in the opposite direction from the table. God. There, against the wall, in a pile of boxes.. the boy you were driving was sitting there. His face was disfigured and his jaw was visibly broken. His leg was amputated to the knee, and there were strange stitches on the side. He looked very pale and weak, scared. His broken mouth made whining noises, but it seemed that he had already resigned himself to his fate.

You slowly stepped back. Your gaze darted between the poor half-dead boy and the body on the table. There wasn't so much meat, it looked like they were being eate-

Your stomach clenched painfully, and your throat burned. Your entire dinner immediately ended up on one of the stone steps. Suddenly it became so difficult and painful to breathe, it seemed that your heart was tearing in your chest. It hurts, it hurts so much, like it's beating in your head. Panic has gripped your mind. Did you live in a cannibal house?

Your movements were fast. You ran out of the basement without even bothering to close the door behind you, and grabbed your car keys from the housekeeper in the hallway. The front door slammed hard, and you could hear the grumbling in the house. The lights started to turn on immediately. You quickly reached the car, inserting the key into the ignition with shaking hands. My eyes burned, but there were no tears. It seemed like a primal fear for your own life filled your body, wanting every breath to be very painful.

Finally, the car started up, and you jerked the steering wheel sharply, pulling out to the road.

You drove as fast as you could. The heart was beating wildly in your chest, forcing you to turn around so that there would be no pursuers behind you. You would have been eaten too, wouldn't you? Where should you go now? Home? Police? You gripped the steering wheel harder, trying to bring yourself to your senses. God...

•••

"Fuck, I knew that! I knew that this boy was just like them! What should we do now? He's gonna tell the cops!" Hoyt screamed, clutching his gray hair with his fingers.

Thomas stared absently after the departing car. Hoyt was growling menacingly behind him, but the man didn't care. He was.. sadly. Painfully. My heart screamed unpleasantly, watching you drive away without even telling him yet. Did he do something wrong? Or did you know that boy? Did you love that boy? His heart ached uncomfortably at the very thought of it. He clenched his hands into fists, his nails leaving red crescents on his palms.

[shepherds-of-haven]

Nevermind FINALLY GOT IT!! Had to keep reloading my save until I got my victory 😵‍💫

I’m still curious about some of the factors being used “tip the scales”- if you can share though.

Okay, back to playing the game. I got Alpha build and I’m antsy to read all of it, so I can finally go to bed.

This literally me staring at the screen.

(The first message for context)

Hiiii Goodmorning!! (Or goodnight- not sure which it is for you lol) 😊 So, idk if you’ve answered this or not. I don’t think I saw it on the FAQ. But I wanted to inquire about the Briony fight scene. I know it isn’t completed and I think randomly generated, right? But it also says some factors are being looked at for potential outcomes. Well, I was wondering, what are the factors behind a higher chance of winning?? 😭😭😭I guess I’m a bit confused and…mayybbeee just a bit overwhelmed- I keep losing. Because my MC still holds 7 words of power and has been winning all the battles through strength(physique), magic, and nerves. All are in the 80s. Has 28% , 13% and 21% for the 3 magic types 47% for Swordsmanship 70s for Mind 80s for Wits Yet somehow can’t win a fight against Bri Bri- not only that, most of the powers are blocked off. I only had 3 available 🤔💭 But when I played just an hour prior, when most of my stats were low or untouched; not only were 5 of the magic options unlocked to use. But I won. Seems like Now that my stats are high, I can’t win for Kakin Hael. lol sorry for the long post, this fight just has me curious about how the generated outcome works and what exactly it’s using. If you can or want to answer, that is. If not, that’s okay. ❤️

Hi there, it looks like your magic types (Astral, Psionic, and Arcane) are quite low for this chapter! While the general magic stat is also very important, the different magical sub-schools are extremely important too: I'd recommend training in at least one of those on your days off, because a large part of the battles in the game check those for your chances of success! In addition, Briony is a fearsomehand-to-hand and sword fighter, so it would help a lot if you had a higher Swordsmanship stat (either through training or by purchasing a better sword earlier in the game). Also, having your real weapon in the arena, not killing Nathe (which makes Briony angrier and way likelier to go all-out against you), having a legendary version of your weapon, and how well you did in Nathe's fight and what your health is all factor into the odds of winning Briony's battle!

Hope that helps! 😁

[dombrianoteretto]

Dante: And I have your husband, Dom. WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY TO THE DEAR HUBBY WUBBY, BRIAN?

Dom: Brian?! Brian are you and the kids okay?!

Brian, through Dante’s phone: Yeah, yeah. Me and the kids are fine. It's kinda nice being held for once.

Dante: ...I’m holding you hostage.

Brian: More than Dom’s been doing lately.

Dom, sighing and rolling his eyes: Now is not the time for this fight again, Brian!

Dante: ...Yeah. Listen to your husband, Bri-

Brian: No. Asshole! If I have something to say Imma say it! So, Dom, maybe if you would just take your big Alpha dick and just fucking fuck me-

Everyone else: 🫢

Dom:😬

[steter-bang]

Foxes and Wolves by LuckyBishop

Summary:

When the Stilinskis move to Beacon Hills with their young son, Stiles, they expect to be acknowledged by the local Alpha and left in peace. They don’t expect their families to become thick as thieves, or for their baby shifters to grow up and fall in love.

[Podfic] Foxes and Wolves by bri

When the Stilinskis move to Beacon Hills with their young son, Stiles, they expect to be acknowledged by the local Alpha and left in peace. They don’t expect their families to become thick as thieves, or for their baby shifters to grow up and fall in love. [Podfic version of "Foxes and Wolves" by LuckyBishop]

[spnmoosejerk]

Alpha and Bri

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@walkingdeadlightsimmer

[thefloatingstone]

I tried reading Appleseed Alpha despite absolutely hating the art style, but I am so sad to report I also hate the writing. Because for some reason the person who wrote Appleseed Alpha decided that it should be.... wacky.

One thing people commented on when Masamune went from writing Dominion Tank Police to Appleseed was how he went from writing a comedy series to writing a story that had a much darker tone.

Appleseed Alpha, which is not written or drawn by Masamune, feels like a wacky silly Japanese comedy anime in that particular way where it's not even funny. On top of having art I hate, AND while being an AU of the original series and what Deunan and Bri were up to before the got to Olympus city.

I also don't like the way the manga treats Bri at the start at all. Turning him into deadweight that Deunan has to lug around on the back of a truck because he doesn't have batteries when that's..... that's not how he works.... that's not how their dynamic works. That's not how they were living before Olympus. Also pretty sure Deunan would saw off her left arm before she split from Bri even IF she thought he was somewhere he could be happy but she can't function there. None of this is correct. AND it looks horrible.

I would try and read Appleseed XIII but nobody has translated it (not a good sign) and I also dislike how THAT manga drew Deunan. Taking away her muscle and scowl and making her far more feminine and making her look like a teenaged girl. Idk why. To emphasize that she's the girl in the relationship and a poor innocent babe Briareos has to protecc maybe??? idk it feels very removed from what Deunan's character is supposed to be.

I'm sorry but these are not the same person.

WHY CAN NOBODY WRITE THESE CHARACTERS INTO A GOOD STORY????? WHY DOES LITERALLY NOBODY KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING???? INCLUDING MASAMUNE?????

CAN NOBODY JUST WRITE A GOOD STORY FOR THESE CHARACTERS WHILE KEEPING THEM IN CHARACTER?????

[sillylittleflower]

Wilmon edits Part 1

The winner takes it all by @starboywille song: The winner takes it all cover

Dum by @starboywille song: Dum by Omar Rudberg

All too well (Wilmon's version) (From The Vault) by @starboywille, song: All too well by Taylor Swift

Wilmon get their weekend! by @starboywille

kiss me like you want to be loved by @starboywille

we haven't done anything wrong by @starboywille

Wilmon get their morning stroll by @starboywille

Lucia without August by @starboywille

Devastating by @misfithive song: Devastating by Johnnyswim

Still by @misfithive song: Still by Jake Isaak

Everything All At Once by @misfithive song: Everything All At Once by SYML

Eyes Don't Lie song by @misfithive song: Eyes Don't Lie by Kingfishr

Home by @misfithive song: Home by Catie Turner, contains season 3 spoilers

Young And Free by @misfithive song: Young And Free by Dermot Kennedy

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by @misfithive song: Slow Dancing in a Burning Room cover by St Luna

Shaky bridges by @misfithive song: Shaky bridges by Sean McConnell

Wilmon ep 6 by Bri on youtube, song: The scientist by coldplay

save me by Bri on youtube, song: Howing by SYML, Lucius

these golden days by Bri on youtube, song: Pictures (Remastered) by Seafret

lost and found by Bri on youtube, song: What are the odds? by Amanda Tenfjord

love on the brain by Bri on youtube, song: Love on the brain by Rihanna

the way i love you by Bri on youtube, song: Fortress by Bear's Den

your beautiful hell by Bri on youtube, song: Beautiful hell by Adna

go slowly by Bri on youtube, song: Slowly by Olivia Dean

i build a home, for you, for me by Bri on youtube, song: to build a home by creamy, bluberrii, 11:11 Music group

this is me trying by Bri on youtube, song: this is me trying by Taylor Swift

i don't know how to feel but i love you by Bri on youtube, song: billie eilish "i love you" "what was i made for?" mashup by wizzmashups

don't forget me by Bri on youtube, song: Don't forget by Dermot Kennedy

holding you close by Bri on youtube, song: Holding you close by Elah Hale

i would do it again by Bri on youtube, song: Francesca by Hozier

back to you by Bri on youtube, song: blinded by you by Elias

the rest of my life by Bri on youtube, song: heartbeats by Hanniou

you'd be free once more by Bri on youtube, song: If i could by Charlotte Day Wilson ALPHA

Revolution by threewordseightletters on youtube, song: Revolution by Elias

@youngroyalsarchive

[sopebubbles]

Lone Wolf final summary

Masterlist

Here is the little bit of closure I can offer you for this series. I'm really sorry I'm not able to finish this like I planned, but I'm really grateful for everyone who has taken this journey with me. I might come back to this au at some point, who knows, but this is it for now 😔

Hoseok is, in fact, pregnant. Yn could tell from his scent and decided to stay home to help him manage the pack house.

Yn gets arrested and charged for manslaughter. Jin and yn bond when he defends her as her attorney. He learns the rest of the details about her relationship with her former alphas, including the fact that she had actually been pregnant twice while with them, but lost the babies both times either bc she was too small to carry them or bc of abuse. She doesn't know for sure, but that's why she's so afraid of getting pregnant.

Yn is acquitted after a dramatic trial and able to return to the pack.

The remaining alphas officially start to court her.

The pack alphas all go into rut. In this universe, when one pack member starts, the others will be triggered, and yn also goes into heat, creating a really competitive environment. In this case, it's Namjoon that triggers the others. Jin makes protecting Hobi his main priority, but even he isn't able to just ignore YN. Fierce Yoongi, conflicted Jin, whiney tae and joon. Poor Jimin and Jungkook are just trying to make sure no one gets hurt. Poor babies.

After the rut, yn finally accepts them all as well as her place in the pack. Even Namjoon, after finding out what everyone means when they say he's just a puppy.

I'm not exactly sure how things would end but i really like the idea of them all going on like a big camping trip and just like going out and healing in nature 🥺

Sorry there isn't more. These are all the thoughts that are left in my airy little head for this AU.

Feel free to spam my inbox with asks about the characters or the universe or what ifs or any little brain rot about these characters, even tho my answers will probably be kinda short and slow. I really love them a lot and it sucks for me that i couldn't do them justice.

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[nana-71926]

Author's Notes: Aaand, here's the next chapter! Happy Thanksgiving/Black Friday to you dears who celebrate the holiday! Stay safe out there! Special thanks as always to my co-conspirator, @stormofsharpthings, for all the great discussion on plot and character points. There is some mention of sexual assault here, not too much, but some might find it a bit uncomfortable. Just a heads up. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter anyway.

Also, apologies if you read the first teaser I posted a few days ago. This chapter got too long and it was bumped off to ch 14. Everything here will be brand-new, then. XD

Do let the Muse know what you think. ^_~

Excerpt:

“I have not got zero experience,” declared Brian, unaccountably stung and unable to believe the turn the conversation had taken.

“Well,” said Count Freddie, delicately picking a piece of lint off his tailored coat. “Says the Alpha who never even bothered to yank down his breeches before commencing with the humping.”

Brian threw his hands in the air in exasperation, but before he could say anything, a familiar high-pitched voice cut in.

“He was doing just fine before you interrupted him, Freddie,” growled Roger. “We were doing just fine without you.”

Brian turned to see Roger in bed, propped up on a mound of pillows, glaring at them.

“Well, back from the dead, I see,” remarked Count Freddie. “Finally.”

“Nice to see you back, Rog,” Brian found himself saying. “I was wondering when you’d finally show up. As your usual self, I mean.”

Roger gave him a small wave. “Hey, Bri.”

Brian turned back to Count Freddie, wondering just how much crazier his world was suddenly going to get, now that Roger was awake.

Buy the Muse some ko-fi to show her some love(and to make her write faster!) ^_~

[rowinablx]

Found a ABO fic with Brian as an alpha, bruh what are you smoking??? I don't write ABO and even I know Bri is an omega